Calot Tirisfel

APPEARANCE: 

(Calot pictured with little sister Ayu)

"You think you stand a chance?"

BACKGROUND: 

    Calot's father, Anaheim Tirisfel, was an Oni of royal heritage. A noble who was the only son of a well-renowned clan leader within one of the more secluded areas of the expansive Demon Realm. Of course, in comparison to the likes of the original Demon King and his ongoing bloodline, they were still small fish in a much larger pond. However, to ignore their field of influence would be foolishness, and Anaheim knew that with their power he could expand their current operation to potentially even greater heights, beyond the likes of which any Demon clan had ever seen before.

    Soon enough, once his father passed, Anaheim took the helm with great pride. He ruled ruthlessly, inheriting his father's blade Kyoto and culling many clans and peoples in the wake of his unending warpath. 

    Eventually, though, the unthinkable would occur, and the man who reigned over his part of the Demon Realm began to tire of the endless bloodlust his position brought him. While not out of a moral basis by any means, the maintained monotony of murder and marauding began to grow boring to the young man, and soon enough, Anaheim ached for a change of scenery to shake things up.

    This change in ambition came fortunately timed with the young ruler's first foray into the mortal realm, where Anaheim first found himself amongst the Saiyans of Plant. Initially planning on taking land now from the physical plane to ensure he held parts of both the mortal realm and the Demon realm under his heel. Instead, he found himself neutered and unmotivated to go through with his crusade.

    Following soon after, Anaheim suddenly found himself fraternizing with the Saiyan riff-raff. Beginning to become enamored with their proud warrior lifestyle that still somehow found time for familial ties to be made in the process, and soon the seeds of doubt of how to truly live were slowly sowed. The head of the Tirisfel clan started to want something that no Demon would usually care to yearn after- and that was a life of peace and tranquility, with a family that he could care for and look after. 

    To his luck, it did not take very long for Anaheim to find someone he gravitated toward, as he quickly met his better half in the form of a Saiyan woman named Aprica. The two found themselves indescribably drawn to each other, and soon enough they conceived their first child together. Just as Anaheim had come to desire.

    In the years following, the family would bring their household to Earth, whilst in tandem welcoming one other child- the firstborn being Calot and then the second being his younger brother, Dande. The brothers couldn't be more contrasting in personality, with Calot taking after his father's quiet yet calculating nature, and Dande taking more after his mother's ferocious and lively persona. Despite this, the two brothers became nearly inseparable, finding peace within the differences they shared, and greater friendship in the things they found similar. 

    In hopes of ensuring his less than adequate former beliefs failed to show within his growing boys, Anaheim spoke at length about his past with both his consort and children, as he found it to be necessary despite all of the lives- both deserving and undeserving- he had cut down in his reign's wake. He hoped his children would not attempt to follow in his footsteps if they heard firsthand what that would entail.

    Sadly, while it seemed to work wonders for Dande, it only appeared to do the opposite for Calot- who believed firmly that his father could do no wrong, and that all who fell by the family sword were only those completely deserving. Really, the tales of his past exploits made Calot idolize his father even more, something that he would carry all the way to adulthood.

    As a child however, it remained much less present, since Calot was much too busy enjoying what normal Saiyan Demon children do when they were in the midst of their youthful ages, and that was shut himself away from most of society in exchange for the solace of literature and writing. Saiyan and Demon blood did run through his veins, but the introverted young boy lacked the passion to do anything with his gifted genetics, and held a lack of fire underneath him so to speak.

    That was, until, his entire world shattered all around him in the blink of an eye.

    Calot had been enjoying the sweet solitude the islands near the peninsula his family manor sat on had provided him with, nature acting as his comforting backdrop as he dove nose first into a poetry book his mother had given him for his eleventh birthday when all the sudden the ground beneath him rocked what felt like the whole planet to its very core. Growing nervous, Calot looked up from his poetry book's pages, only to be greeted by the sight of fire and flame pluming in pillars high above the sky directly above where his family's village now sat.

    Immediate instinct told him to run, run as fast as he could back home, in the hopes something or even someone could be salvaged from the singes, but before he was able to make his way, darkened figures descended upon him from the shadows of the rock formations before him. His eyes widened as he realized who they were from their very energies, demons- but why were they here on Plant of all places? They had no business here!

    Thankfully, Anaheim was an insistent teacher of his sons in the art of combat, amongst other things, alongside Lottus, and even as a young boy of the age of eleven, he was still a son of Anaheim, and he was able to deal with the lesser savages, though not without a great fight made of the ordeal. One that left the young man magically scarred, and without the use of his sight. 

    Once done, however, battered, bloodied, and bruised, Calot then rushed home as fast as he could, memory and magic guiding him as his legs nearly collapsing under his own weight with every hurried step taken. But, such haste was all for naught, and what was once a place of safety and happiness for him now stood as the cause of pain that would be echoed throughout the rest of his entire life. His eyes filling with tears as he watched each and every bit of the place he had once known and loved be hungrily devoured by a torrent of fiery orange blaze.

    Slowing to a staggering pace, Calot prayed to whatever God there was that something be left of his own family, that he hadn't been left in this world to fend by his lonesome- but no such prayer was answered, and in the place of the Tirisfel family home sat a pile of burnt wood and stone.

    It appeared as though his father's past had finally caught up to him, and whether it be from victims of his aiming for revenge, or members of his own clan seeking to usurp a throne long since emptied, it mattered not to Calot now. What he knew what that he now was fully alone, with nothing but the family blade being left in the remains of the place he once called home left to comfort him.

    Taking it, Calot lived by his lonesome for years after the incident- picking up odd jobs here and there to afford basic necessities and to eventually afford the means by which to restore the family manor in its entirety. But even after the restoration of the manor, Calot continued to mostly keep to himself. His heart hardening with every day spent left breathing in the wake of his family being taken from him.

    In his anguish's place, however, began to grow a new feeling.

    A deep, ravenous yearning that threatened to take him whole if he couldn't gain the one thing that would give him some form of closure-

    Power.

    If only he had garnered more power.

    But no. He had been too weak. Too reserved, too withdrawn to have been able to at least even stayed to die alongside them.

    And now he remained to pay the price.

    Soon after the revelation, Calot's obsessive crusade for power began to manifest, with him learning greater means of magical manipulation in tandem with teaching himself how to traverse the world without the use of his originally magically attuned sight, all while increasing his strength and swordsmanship simulataneously- all within the secretive depths of his emptied manor proper. 

    For his soul was still at odds with the world that had forsaken him, and to defy the world meant he needed only one thing-

    More power.

Light Attack || Piercing Punishment
Calot, with the Kyoto, imbues the demonic blade with a mixture of magic and Ki to attack enemies at a distance from himself with short, cylinder-like sharpened shards of Ki swung toward the opposition.
Power: 20%
KP Cost: 1 KP
Variants: N/A

Medium Defense || Untouchable
Calot, with the Kyoto, moves to deflect any blow or attack directed at him. 
Power: 50%
KP Cost: 3 KP
Variants: N/A

Light Attack || Seraphim's Strike
A technique where Calot wields Kyoto with otherworldly speed, unsheathing his sword like a gun from its holster and cutting through the air with deadly precision, unleashing a torrent of cuts and cleaves at his opponent's location. The lacerations manifesting as slices and cuts all around them, highlighted by streaks of blindingly azure Ki.
Power: 20%
KP Cost: 2 KP
Variants: Bleed

Heavy Sparking || Seraphim's Strike: Extinction
Upper body leaning forward as though preparing to fling himself toward the opposition, Calot unsheathes his katana as he dashes around his opponent and slashes at their general vicinity with such speed that he appears in multiple places at the same time- a massive, dark, frothy blue aura outlining and encompassing the entire area in its luminescence throughout the assault- every slice and cleave highlighted by a blindingly bright blue streak of Ki. Following the attack, Calot lands a few yards away from the intended target, blade held out and pointing downwards in front of him. Slowly returning the blade back to its cutlass, holding off on the final sheathing motion for dramatic effect, crackles of electrified blue Ki then crash all around the area like broken glass, eventually dissipating into the wind.
Power: 110%
KP Cost: 6 KP
Variants: Bleed+

Utility Technique || Flight
The user manipulates their Ki energy so that they can levitate or fly.

Utility Technique || Energy Sense
Ki Sense, also called Reading Ki, is an ability that allows the user to sense Ki and power levels.