Keisai's story!
You've heard the half evil...now here's the full deal. >O
It could have been SO much better. But... I'm in such a brainfart xD
Hatred. A word that many lost souls think they understand, but can truly barely even grasp. Indeed, there are very few individuals who understand what exactly hatred encompasses. One such individual understood it so well, that we can almost infer that the term 'hatred' was hatched from her broken mind... a mind that is twisted and gnarled like a ashen, dying tree.
She is known only as "Keisai", and sometimes not even that. Her surname, if any, has been lost over time, as has most of the intimate information about her. Sometimes, in the land of WA and even beyond, she is simply mentioned as "The Villain", and all who hear it understand. Only the Heroes of that world have really seen her as she is now, and not even they could withstand the blackness of her heart...for many perished to her hand. She is fabled for being morbidly beautiful, like a Medusa, who would draw you in and turn you to stone. Her long white hair cascades down the length of her body; her eyes are golden and hard; And what sets her apart the most... is a wicked, vining tribal etched in scarlet that expands across her back and shoulders, proclaiming who she is and what she stands for.
Was she always this way? The vicious, venomous black widow? The answer is simply yes. Unlike the misguided demons of fairytales on fading pages, Keisai was never an angel. She never wore the halo of an innocent child.
Born to what appeared to be a normal mother and father, Keisai was the first daughter, and the first child in her entire family generation. In public, her father put on the face that told the world that she was 'Daddy's girl', and her mother doted upon her as all mothers should to their little princesses. But when the public closed their eyes, the unworthy parents lashed out like cobras who had too long been caged. The young girl was abused in every way it was possible to abuse. She was kept without food, without sunlight, without the love of a single person in the entire world. She knew her mother to be a false person. She didn't smile truthfully, she didn't speak truthfully, she didn't act truthfully. All she cared about what looking nice to the social ladder, and buying pretty things. Keisai also knew her father to be a dishonest man. He lied and cheated and gambled, and most of all, he flew from woman to woman, having his way until there was too much lust in his body to crave.
When she was five years old, Keisai laid eyes upon the newborn face of who would become her half-sister. The child, given the name of Yoshioko, shared Keisai's mother, who had become the mistress of another man. When the young villainess' golden orbed eyes fell upon that sleeping babe, she was filled with rage. Perhaps the child could have been a companion, her salvation, her only friend. But no, oh no. She was not worthy of such a title. She was merely a worm, the reminder of her mother's whoreish ways and her father's utter oblivion to it all.
Approximately one year later, Keisai made her attack. Carrying the young half-sister in her arms, she set her down on the countertops of their giant manor, giving her room to witness it all. The little one stared in confusion as her mother was murdered before her eyes. In what can only be described as deranged, Keisai errupted in waves of laughter as she slaughtered her mother and father. Their hot crimson blood splattered all over her small body, the walls, her sister. It was everywhere, and the echoes of the victim's screams would never go away. Grabbing Yoshioko, who did not fully understand, Keisai fled. She would raise Yoshioko until she was the proper age to kill. She would rid herself of any scum who dare lay claim to her heritage.
The half-sister of Keisai has her own story, which perhaps you will learn here. Or perhaps it is lost to time. Several years after raising Yoshioko, Keisai surrendered the girl to her father, who still lived. She left it at that, and hardly concerned herself about the girl again. She grew up to be a respectable woman, though this respect was gained through fear. At the young age of twenty-five, Keisai had already found herself the CEO of the military branch of weaponry. Many unfortunate lives were tied on her fingertips like lifeless puppets. The woman was entirely business, and entirely power. And when the public eye was sleeping, she would lash out and strike again and again, killing to satisfy her heart's desire...that could not seem to be satisfied at all. With each killing, the dark scarlet tribal wove itself into her skin. It was a tattoo of innocent blood, making its mark...making itself known. The marking carved itself across her shoulders like a poison, and she delighted in the pain.
But it wasn't enough. She had to do more. She had to be the best...she had to be in total control. And thus the horror of WA began. Gathering to her clutches hoards of minions, Keisai created an underworld alliance. A kingdom of absolute evil that reaped terror on the innocent streets of the land, for what appeared to be no reason but to bring harm out of amusement. In the night, and then in broad daylight, she struck again and again. Stumbling upon ancient scrolls of a timeless legend, Keisai unlocked the horrible black magic of the Ultimate Evil of WA. She became a sorceress, a queen, a messenger of evil. For almost a year she left no mercy. The streets of WA were dark, forlorn, and hopeless... until the Team of WA formed, reawakening the rest of the old legend...the only thing that could possibly step in her way. Keisai was forced to actually work for her dark power to make a dent. And as often as she delighted in spiting them, they spited her in return.
The battle Keisai faced with her newfound rivals, whom she grew to despise more than anyone, was not the only thing that kept her occupied. Yes, let it be known that she was indeed capable of love. And the dark queen found her love, and coveted that person so. It was one-sided, unfortunately, and short lived...little to nothing is known of the other half...which only planted more seeds of her cruelty. After losing her love, Keisai, at twenty-seven years old, was determined to shoot all who opposed her into the abyss of hell where her web was spun. She would not confirm the fairytale stereotype that the villain "always loses". In fact, she would prove herself far better, and far more dangerous than that. Keisai, The Villain, was a master of hatred. The concept served her like one of her minions, and she bended it to her will in any way she pleased. Indeed, she has more than proven that she can show you the meaning of true darkness.... and prevail with generally not a scratch to speak of.
It could have been SO much better. But... I'm in such a brainfart xD
Hatred. A word that many lost souls think they understand, but can truly barely even grasp. Indeed, there are very few individuals who understand what exactly hatred encompasses. One such individual understood it so well, that we can almost infer that the term 'hatred' was hatched from her broken mind... a mind that is twisted and gnarled like a ashen, dying tree.
She is known only as "Keisai", and sometimes not even that. Her surname, if any, has been lost over time, as has most of the intimate information about her. Sometimes, in the land of WA and even beyond, she is simply mentioned as "The Villain", and all who hear it understand. Only the Heroes of that world have really seen her as she is now, and not even they could withstand the blackness of her heart...for many perished to her hand. She is fabled for being morbidly beautiful, like a Medusa, who would draw you in and turn you to stone. Her long white hair cascades down the length of her body; her eyes are golden and hard; And what sets her apart the most... is a wicked, vining tribal etched in scarlet that expands across her back and shoulders, proclaiming who she is and what she stands for.
Was she always this way? The vicious, venomous black widow? The answer is simply yes. Unlike the misguided demons of fairytales on fading pages, Keisai was never an angel. She never wore the halo of an innocent child.
Born to what appeared to be a normal mother and father, Keisai was the first daughter, and the first child in her entire family generation. In public, her father put on the face that told the world that she was 'Daddy's girl', and her mother doted upon her as all mothers should to their little princesses. But when the public closed their eyes, the unworthy parents lashed out like cobras who had too long been caged. The young girl was abused in every way it was possible to abuse. She was kept without food, without sunlight, without the love of a single person in the entire world. She knew her mother to be a false person. She didn't smile truthfully, she didn't speak truthfully, she didn't act truthfully. All she cared about what looking nice to the social ladder, and buying pretty things. Keisai also knew her father to be a dishonest man. He lied and cheated and gambled, and most of all, he flew from woman to woman, having his way until there was too much lust in his body to crave.
When she was five years old, Keisai laid eyes upon the newborn face of who would become her half-sister. The child, given the name of Yoshioko, shared Keisai's mother, who had become the mistress of another man. When the young villainess' golden orbed eyes fell upon that sleeping babe, she was filled with rage. Perhaps the child could have been a companion, her salvation, her only friend. But no, oh no. She was not worthy of such a title. She was merely a worm, the reminder of her mother's whoreish ways and her father's utter oblivion to it all.
Approximately one year later, Keisai made her attack. Carrying the young half-sister in her arms, she set her down on the countertops of their giant manor, giving her room to witness it all. The little one stared in confusion as her mother was murdered before her eyes. In what can only be described as deranged, Keisai errupted in waves of laughter as she slaughtered her mother and father. Their hot crimson blood splattered all over her small body, the walls, her sister. It was everywhere, and the echoes of the victim's screams would never go away. Grabbing Yoshioko, who did not fully understand, Keisai fled. She would raise Yoshioko until she was the proper age to kill. She would rid herself of any scum who dare lay claim to her heritage.
The half-sister of Keisai has her own story, which perhaps you will learn here. Or perhaps it is lost to time. Several years after raising Yoshioko, Keisai surrendered the girl to her father, who still lived. She left it at that, and hardly concerned herself about the girl again. She grew up to be a respectable woman, though this respect was gained through fear. At the young age of twenty-five, Keisai had already found herself the CEO of the military branch of weaponry. Many unfortunate lives were tied on her fingertips like lifeless puppets. The woman was entirely business, and entirely power. And when the public eye was sleeping, she would lash out and strike again and again, killing to satisfy her heart's desire...that could not seem to be satisfied at all. With each killing, the dark scarlet tribal wove itself into her skin. It was a tattoo of innocent blood, making its mark...making itself known. The marking carved itself across her shoulders like a poison, and she delighted in the pain.
But it wasn't enough. She had to do more. She had to be the best...she had to be in total control. And thus the horror of WA began. Gathering to her clutches hoards of minions, Keisai created an underworld alliance. A kingdom of absolute evil that reaped terror on the innocent streets of the land, for what appeared to be no reason but to bring harm out of amusement. In the night, and then in broad daylight, she struck again and again. Stumbling upon ancient scrolls of a timeless legend, Keisai unlocked the horrible black magic of the Ultimate Evil of WA. She became a sorceress, a queen, a messenger of evil. For almost a year she left no mercy. The streets of WA were dark, forlorn, and hopeless... until the Team of WA formed, reawakening the rest of the old legend...the only thing that could possibly step in her way. Keisai was forced to actually work for her dark power to make a dent. And as often as she delighted in spiting them, they spited her in return.
The battle Keisai faced with her newfound rivals, whom she grew to despise more than anyone, was not the only thing that kept her occupied. Yes, let it be known that she was indeed capable of love. And the dark queen found her love, and coveted that person so. It was one-sided, unfortunately, and short lived...little to nothing is known of the other half...which only planted more seeds of her cruelty. After losing her love, Keisai, at twenty-seven years old, was determined to shoot all who opposed her into the abyss of hell where her web was spun. She would not confirm the fairytale stereotype that the villain "always loses". In fact, she would prove herself far better, and far more dangerous than that. Keisai, The Villain, was a master of hatred. The concept served her like one of her minions, and she bended it to her will in any way she pleased. Indeed, she has more than proven that she can show you the meaning of true darkness.... and prevail with generally not a scratch to speak of.