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General Information Kira is fascinated by life, seeing the darkest desires of man and their even deeper secrets. She is an observer, ever carefully working from behind a drawn curtain to move her pawns where they best fit her own needs. She is curious of this star with such morbid fascination to remain entertained, lest she grow dreadfully dull and bored. Ever seeking knowledge and understanding the will of others. In her work or even interactions with others, she works to draw them closer to shape and mold them into a vulnerable state. To learn all that she can, use them, then move on to the next person. Kira is like a narcissistic parasite, using those around her to fuel her own interests before they are long forgotten and hollow.
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Rukira Amaryllis Hellheart was born second to her brother Sirius Genlisea Hellheart from two loving parents Galien and Kesta Hellheart. Their father a Second Lieutenant to King Theodoric and a their mother a cleric that helped support the troops on the field. Both with noble aspirations to help their people and provide a better future for their child, as the late Mad King slowly fell into paranoia and began to raze down his own people did the two decide it was best to flee their beloved Nation. As the twins were still young, they packed the clothes on their back and little else as they all set out on foot in the middle of the night. The Monks of the First of Rhalgr all but a bloodied temple, as royalty and even simple merchants would be found dead beneath the king's unfavorable gaze. Making their way to Gridania, they were denied support as many other refugees attempted to barge through the Shroud looking for a better life. Galien somehow managed to weasel his way into the Wood Wailors either from his past experience, or perhaps a little elbow grease and charisma. It was enough to give his family a start, even if they were barred from the City itself. As he pretended to work alone, the rest of his family lived out in the woods learning to live off the land as their mother would teach them about the forest and all living things. Galien would sneak out books and food for his children, but he knew it wasn't a permanent solution. Eventually Kesta would make the decision to keep heading outwards towards the sands of Thanalan where it was rumored most of the refugees began to flee. Dying sick and wounded outside the gates of a disinterested City, tents and small cliques would begin to form to help stave off the shuddering cold of the night.Kesta opened a small underground healing clinic that would help those less fortunate, be it Ala Mhigan or not. She would accept any that walked through her doors and the small family would begin to live off of donations alone. Some merchants would feel pity and donate things here and there, some bakers sparing bread and milk while others what little coin they held. Her son, Sirius, was also talented in the art of healing and he would work alongside his mother to cure the sick and wounded. Rukira, however, had no such gift. From a very young age when her bare skin would touch another it would gently tap and absorb another's Aether like drawing up their lifeforce like a voidless drain. Thus, she was instructed to always wear gloves and instead help around the clinic by cleaning and making appointments. Later in her life, a small kit by the name of L'ysion would show up on her doorstep and help out the family as well for a place to call home. L'ysion and Rukira would often read together to help in what ways they could, even if they lacked the grace of Hydaelyn to mend wounds with their own Aether. They lived a simple, fulfilling life as the Hellhearts would help those that they could. Kesta was truly a kind hearted woman even if her heart wept for her husband. They would visit each other on occasion, but most of Rukira's life was under the protection of her mother.On what days they were free to roam the streets, they would meet this small gang of children led by this mysterious Keeper with stark brilliant white hair. He would speak oddly, being an enigma to the rest of the children, but still offered the three of them a place within his gang. The children often spent their days playing and roaming about the streets helping others by stealing food and giving it to those less fortunate. To the gang's eyes, it was a necessary evil. L'ysion and Rukira usually kept to themselves in the hideout and would read to one another, but Rukira always kept an eye upon her brother. There was one fateful day for Sirius that changed everything. Back from an adventure with the other children he seemed.. different. Distant, quiet. Yet, when pressed about the matter he would say nothing. From that day forward what lurked within the child was something far more cruel and cold. He would begin to have a morbid obsession with making others suffer, stomping on the necks of feral animals or even mentally and physically bullying the other children. It took some time for Rukira to step in, and within her heart she felt cruel that she of all people began to fear her own twin. It was then that he would focus his hatred upon her. Breaking bones and mending them with his magic, shoving her into a dark closet, even making her pet 'mysteriously' vanish. Everything he did would slowly begin to break her and in a deranged way she felt as if she deserved it. She was his second half, the two born just minutes away from each other. They were suppose to stick through thick and thin, and if he needed an outlet so be it. She will be his rock. How he spoke, she even believed it was all due to love. That he did such things because he cared for her. Delusional in her own right, such abuse would go on for almost years, hidden from the eyes of their friends and even L'ysion. The gang would turn a blind eye, for it was not them being harassed anymore, and their mother was far too busy with her own duties and stress of the clinic to really notice what happened. A breaking point of Rukira would be when her brother went just far enough, attempting to drown her within the ocean to see how long she could hold her breathe. A stigma she holds to this day, though oblivious to the reasons why she holds such a fear. One night the two children would be alone in the back room as Sirius curiously asked her about her relationship with L'ysion. Did she fancy him? Love him? Would she eventually leave his own side to be with the Seeker and leave him? Her one true purpose in life- to protect her brother for some filthy Miqo'te?It would be enough drive for Rukira to fight back, defend herself yet assure her twin there was no such intentions. He is just a friend! She would cry as her brother shoved her to the floor. Pulling out a stolen knife from the counter he would hold it to her hand, threatening to part a few fingers from her palm. Rukira would fight back, the woman far taller even if the two were of similar blood. Pushing him away she would mount him, pinning him to the floor as the knife would skid across the ground and spin silently. Both hands slowly wound around his neck gripping tighter. Every struggle, every movement, and her grip would worsen. Possessed, Rukira would not think merely act. What laid beneath her she would finally see as a demon in a boy's skin, taunting her to pull the final trigger. The life squeezed out from her brother after what seemed an eternity, her mother would return from a hard shift and stand paralyzed from the scene before her. The small scuffle of children would have bottles thrown about from the shelves, books laid exposed with fluttering pages, and in the middle of it all her sweet baby boy. She would scream if she found the courage, a dry rasp as Kesta took a step back. One that betrayed her last moments in life as Rukira retrieved the knife from before and would plunge it into the heart of her mother. The voices told her to, there couldn't be anyone else to witness this. It had to be done. As the woman's body slumped to the floor like a ragdoll, it was the scent of blood that awoke Rukira from her trance, hand shuttering as she'd quickly drop the blade and look around at the scene in near hysterics.
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