GRIEF, Ikasuki Mheera

♥ The cloak she almost always wraps around her body when not putting on a public face, the one physical thing she has left of her Meister and husband.
♥ The thought of her eventual vengeance, and how sweet exacting her revenge on the murderer of her family will feel after over four hundred years of waiting and grieving the lost.
♥ Training her body, keeping it in peak physical condition in order to keep her martial and hand-to-hand skills as close to their peak as she can reach.

✗ Dishonesty, whether it is towards oneself or others, usually in the form of lies or secrets that should not be kept.
✗ Herself, or more specifically, Mheera hates what she has forced herself to become in order to avenge the family that was so cruelly taken away from her.
✗ Who she hunts, there is not a soul anywhere in the world who can understand just how deep that hatred goes for the individual who destroyed her old life.

⋆ Helping others exact revenge, it is one of the few cathartic, sweet reliefs that the woman is able to come by, enjoying the satisfaction of justice served, whether it is done peacefully or painfully.
⋆ Walking dogs, if there is one thing Mheera loves despite all the sadness and resentment inside of her, it is the furry canines who love her unconditionally despite the crimes she has committed.

⋆ Reminiscing about better times, making sure that she never forgets the faces and voices of her husband and daughter, as well as using the good times and memories they had together in order to keep her both focused and sane.
⋆ Keeping herself physically fit and well-trained

⋆ Despite the path she has taken, Mheera would forgive the DWMA and join forces alongside them against the Witches, Immortals, or even the other Sorrows (with the exception of Pandora), if Death would admit the wrongs he committed against her and give her the resources to find and kill the murderer of her family.
⋆ While obviously no one can replace the daughter that she lost, Mheera looks at the little girl known as Pandora and cannot help but feel a somewhat motherly affection for her. Oftentimes while trapped she would have one-sided conversations with the girl, telling her life story and thoughts about what was going on, unable to tell if she could hear what she was saying.

⋆ Mheera's ultimate fear is that she will never be able to see her Meister and child ever again; that walking upon the path of vengeance has damned her from ever seeing the two people she is doing this for.
⋆ Another major fear of Mheera is that she will simply never find the person who killed her family; that all of the trials and hell she has put herself through is worthless.

⋆ Fulfill her vengeance towards the one that brought her grief upon her.
⋆ To guard Pandora from the shadows and keep her safe from the other Sorrows.
⋆ To get the apology from Lord Death she and her family deserves.

The first years of Mheera’s life were relatively unremarkable compared to later events. The daughter of two weapons, she lived a decent lifestyle filled with caring and love. At the age of six she was no longer an only child, the young girl overjoyed at having a baby brother. The purple-haired girl doted on the boy constantly, happy to have someone else in her family.

Life however, isn’t a fairytale. And unfortunately, Mheera had to learn this the hard way. One night, at the age of seven, the house she and her family lived in lit up in a roaring inferno. She woke to a terrified father and a room covered in flames. Before she could even think, she was in his arms and being carried out of the building to a worried mother. As the building continued to burn and she slowly became aware of her surroundings, Mheera noticed there was something missing. Specifically, someone. With the distraction of her parents talking, Mheera broke from them and ran back into the home, intent on finding her brother. Following the sounds of crying and trying her best to ignore the heat and pressure bearing down on her body, she was able to eventually find his room, crying in pain as she burned herself pushing the door open. There, all alone in a room that seemed like hell itself, was her brother. She rushed to his tiny form, doing her best to cover the baby with her own body. As the walls cracked and buckled under pressure and began to fall, Mheera could do nothing but apologize to her sibling for not doing more.

There was then a long time where Mheera could not remember anything. According to her parents, they had found the pair nearly dead, most of Mheera’s body trapped under a piece of fallen debris. Although her parents had rescued her quickly, her entire right side ended up heavily charred and burned. When she first woke up, all she could down as scream in terror and agony, as the pain from them was so strong she thought she had woken up in the flames once again. She spent several months at the hospital, slowly learning and piecing details together. Her mother had rescued them, using her husband’s shield form to break through any obstacles between her and her babies. Despite her best efforts, Mheera’s brother had died on the way to the hospital, a wound that hurt more than the scars the fire left. What little good news she could gather was that she still had full use of her body, and the pain would eventually subside, although she would forever be marked by the red and brown that colored half her skin.

After about six months of treatment, Mheera was finally in a stable enough condition to leave the hospital, her hair having regrown to cover the scalp burns and at least part of her face. Going back to school went about as expected, her old friends and teachers at first treating her with sympathy, which eventually turned into disgust or fear because of the scars that were impossible to hide. After finishing her year, she asked her parents to take her out of school, which was done grudgingly. Soon after this, her father came by and asked her about her weapon form.

Because of all the stresses life had pushed upon the girl, Mheera had not attempted to use even a partial transformation to her Weapon form since the day of the fire, her parents having found her left hand covered in plated metal during the event. Her father asked her to make the transformation, holding out a hand to be grabbed to. With a slight amount of hesitation, Mheera closed her eyes and gripped the outstretched hand, feeling as though her body was slipping away. All of a sudden she was… Different. It was like being handed a completely foreign object but somehow knowing exactly how it worked. It had a strangely calming, feeling her new ‘skin’ flex and contort as her father moved now-covered right hand and threw a few casual punches. He was happy that she had decided to follow a more defensive weapon path as he took the form of a shield. When Mheera returned to her human form, she could not help but smile for the first time in about a year, even if it was only for a moment.

Since Mheera clearly had the talent to be a weapon and help Lord Death against the madness of Kishin's everywhere, it only made sense for the family to move and follow the Shinigami wherever he went. It was an easy transition, as both her parents had studied under his trainers and it was not as though Mheera had any friends to miss. They held off officially allowing her to join him though, due to emotional barriers that she still held. Her mother, seizing an opportunity to finally help, brought the young girl to her former Meister, a trainer more on the outskirts of Death's group. It didn’t help that the man was a giant, but after some coaxing Mheera’s mother was eventually able to pry her off her leg and introduce her. After being explained the situation, the man brought Mheera over to a punching bag, asking her to hit it. After flailing at it a few times unsuccessfully with her left arm and doing nothing but wear herself out, he stopped her and asked her to put all the emotion she could into the next punch. She stood there a few minutes, looking from the bag to her right hand, normally held behind her back because of the scars, now outstretched in front of her. With a yell that surprised her mother, she ran at the bag, fingers glowing before becoming encased in plated metal, the now-raised knuckles hitting the bag with enough force to cause the man holding it to grunt and shift himself a little, the attack leaving tiny rips in the fabric. She held her fist against the bag for a few moments, breathing heavily before drawing back and looking at her weaponized fingers as they stood out from the leathery scars.

And then, for the first time in a long time, she laughed. And then with a smile on her face, asked if she could do it again.

It was the start on the road of recovery for Mheera. Every day she would ask to go back, and every day one parent would relent, bringing to the training facility and allowing her to release all the pent-up emotions she had kept locked away. Certain conversations, such as those about her brother, would cause her to lock up like before but otherwise the former happy girl was returning. After only a few months, her parents decided to finally begin her training as a Weapon properly, as well as a wide variety of martial arts and hand-to-hand classes at ten years old. She took to the combat lessons like a fish to water, rising to the challenge and to the top of her classes and skills, earning allies, rivals, and praise. But the real success came from her skills as a Weapon. Mheera did well in her classes, although she couldn’t translate her skill in combat to tests, but the real victory came socially. In the normal human world, people could not look beyond her scars, able to only give pity or disgust. This wasn’t eliminated, but for once people were more curious about Mheera herself; her form, where her weapon blood came from, and so on. The stories would be asked, apologies would be made, and there would always be stares, but the people she would be with genuinely cared about her, even if Mheera herself had difficulty sometimes seeing it. This transitional period was still difficult for the girl though, emotions about her brothers death and her scars still raging within her mind. She did not want to let people get too close, unable to let others see the pain that still raged within her soul.

And then she met her Meister, Ted, known as the Gentle Palm due to his preference for peace while he fought. At first, Mheera hated him. She wanted nothing to do with the man who was far too gentle and prying into her past. Meeting him usually resulted in something being broken and her storming off. But after one extreme fight, she accidentally turned into her gauntlet form, and found that their wavelengths matched perfectly. What more, she actually felt properly at peace as she felt the contours of her body match perfectly with his hand. After turning back, she cursed the man who had somehow broken through the barriers she had so painfully set up, crying and hitting the arms that held her tight.

Afterwards they became a pair, The Gentle Palm wielding the Iron Fist. It was here that Mheera was finally able to open up truly to others despite her insecurities and some unresolved angers and regrets. As the pair grew older, hunted for Kishin Eggs, and trained to become Deathscythe and Promeister, Mheera's prowess in close combat and partial transformations granted her access to other, newer students of Lord Death, eventually becoming a teacher of sorts to them. Teaching others how to do the things she held near and dear to her was a wonderful experience, happy she could feel useful to the great Shinigami. She also found love within her partner, and while they often fought (although that fighting was essentially one-sided involving Mheera yelling at Ted) they cared for each other deeply. When they turned twenty,the pair were married, and soon after Mheera became pregnant and gave birth to a daughter, Serina. Life was perfect; it could not be better for the woman. And then the roof of her life came crashing down around her ears.

One day, at the age of 22, her home was attacked. Perhaps it was because Mheera and her Meister were good at the jobs they did. Maybe it was because she was close to becoming a Deathscythe and a larger threat. The only thing that was certain, was that whoever came, was part of the Immortal Clan. While the team fought to keep their home protected and safe, it was for naught. Mheera was knocked unconscious during the battle, unable to keep her form sustained during the Immortal's terrible assault. When she woke up, Mheera found herself trapped under rubble, unable to get out. She then saw the Immortal sitting there, with both her husband and daughter. And then the Immortal killed them both before her eyes, and left her alone in the ruined home.

In that one day, everything that Mheera had ever cared about, had ever loved, was torn from her body and destroyed in front of her. She screamed, she sobbed, she cursed the Witches for their existence. And she prayed and begged in Lord Death's name for help, that the all-powerful being would help her get the revenge she justly deserved. His response? To send a clean-up crew to move the wreckage and recover the bodies, and nothing more. This was the straw that broke the camel's back. The last piece of the insane puzzle that made her snap. Was that how it was going to be? Fine. If that was how it was going to be, then she would take her grief, her sadness, and turn it into fuel for vengeance, and kill the person responsible, and anyone else that stood in her way.

With that declaration, the Sorrow of Grief was born. Her Insanity Wavelength manifested as she was freed from the wreckage, assaulting all of those who had been sent with waves of pure sadness and hate, along with the sensations of being burned alive. She slaughtered them all as they stood helpless before her power, and consumed their souls before leaving on her hunt. As she began to carve a path towards her target, Mheera began to notice that her Wavelength was different than those she had killed when she and her Meister fought together. She had the Wavelength of a Kishin for certain, the effects she could bring to bear on others was as clear as day. But her mind stayed sane, or as sane as one could when consumed with grief and a desire for revenge. With time Mheera found that she could manipulate it on a scale that she had not seen before, able to spread it outward like a regular Kishin, but also able to focus it down to specific individuals, and make them feel the full force of her Insanity. As well, she found that due to the immunity to Insanity she seemed to possess, turning the madness upon herself seemed to hide it from the minds of others, allowing her to move from town to town without being persecuted.

But that did not stop her from using it in her grief. Kishin Eggs that stood between her and the Immortal Clan were obliterated, as was anyone that came to investigate the Insanity that burst forth during such assaults. Whether it was a Human, Weapon, Meister, or Kishin soul no longer mattered to the woman; it was just fuel to make her stronger and help soothe her grief through vengeance. This fueled her transformation into a Dark Weapon once she finally killed and consumed a Witch soul, enhancing her already impressive abilities and finally getting more direction in finding the person responsible for what she became. Subtlety slowly became lost after this, the woman not afraid to carve a bloody path through neighborhoods and inflict the survivors with her Insanity if they dared get in her way, along with anyone that Lord Death sent against her.

Eventually however, it came to the point where Death himself had to intervene in Mheera's plans. Her hunt had far too many casualties, and although her vengeance had a single target, there was no telling if she would turn against Death once her goal was completed. No matter how strong she had become, she was nowhere near the level of the Shinigami itself. Defeated, he trapped her within an object known as "Pandora's Box", along with seven other individuals with Wavelengths like her own. While there was a part of her that understood and accepted why such a thing happened, she was filled with anger. Trapped in this box, she could not hunt her prey, she could not avenge her fallen family, and she could not find a relief to the grief that had become a part of the very core of herself.

Some of her fellow Sorrows went mad, or rather madder, having been trapped in this terrible prison. Others constantly tried to break out, unable to be away from the Insanity that they so dearly loved to cause. While Mheera had been like that for the first few years, she realized that her target was of the Immortal Clan; time would not be one to take her vengeance from her. And they were too powerful to just be easily killed by anyone. No, her enemy would sit in relaxation, thinking their life to be safe. While she, on the other hand, had years and years to train and plan for their demise. And thus she began to rigorously train her body and mind, refining her martial skills and fine-tuning her ability to control and pinpoint her Insanity Wavelength.

During her imprisonment, Mheera began to talk with her captor, in a manner of speaking at least. She knew of the girl Pandora, whom was the guardian of the Sorrow's prison. She also knew that she was a young girl, cursed forever to be perpetually child-like. As though to fuel the grief and sadness within her heart, Mheera was able to draw some similarities between this warden and her own daughter who had been cruelly taken away from her. Thus, she began to have one-sided conversations with the girl. Unable to tell if Pandora could hear her words, over the course of her imprisonment Mheera told her life story to the girl. The good times of growing up with Ted and having the family. The bad times of the fire that took her brother and her skin. The reasons for her deep vengeance and why her cause was justified. In a way, it allowed Mheera to mellow out slightly, although thoughts of her hunted target would still stir her into a frenzy. It was one of the few times she could smile in this hell, albeit it was still sad. And it allowed her to work on creating her masks of emotion for when she was finally able to break free.

After four hundred years of being trapped in this prison of a world, cracks finally began to form. Mheera noticed them quickly, attributing them to her fellow Sorrows who were still quite persistent on breaking free. While she had not been a part of their efforts, it would have been ridiculous for her to not take advantage of such a situation. While it would be sad to leave Pandora behind, the only person Mheera could claim to be close to, she knew that using that grief to fuel her vengeance would bring her ever closer to her goal.

When the opportunity arose, Mheera sneaked out of her prison, entering a world far more advanced and different from her own. But she was prepared for such an event; things did change after four hundred years. What really surprised her was that Lord Death had created a school for Meisters and Weapons, something that was not around in her time. Sorrowfully, Mheera wondered what it could have been like to be a student or even a teacher at such a place, but her escape was not the time for dwelling on such thoughts. The Immortal Clan still existed in this time. The killer of Mheera's family was still out there. And her grief had not subsided over those four hundred years of imprisonment, still acting as the fuel for her vengeance.

Once again, the Sorrow of Grief begins her hunt once more.

⋆ Sorrow of Grief

⋆ Targeted Insanity - While other Sorrows could spread their Insanity Wavelength like some sort of ravaging sickness, Mheera's fanatical devotion to avenging the murder of her family has caused it to develop in a unique way. While she can let it loose upon a room full of people like others, she is able to focus it down onto an individual level, forcing the full brunt of her grief and vengeance onto a single person. More often than not she focuses it upon herself, since it leaves her unaffected and allows her to sulk about more as she hunts for more powerful souls and her ultimate prey. When targeted by her wavelength, a subject will be assaulted by all the feelings of loss and grief Mheera has experienced in her life and their after-effects, from the loss of her little brother to the loss of her family, and all the built-up grief and anger that it created, assaulting them with horrific images of those events happening to their own loved ones. Her wavelength also comes with the added effect of causing those influenced by it to feel as though they are being burned alive, a throwback to the pain she suffered during the events that gave her the scars she wears today.
⋆ Sorrow Burn - A Wavelength ability earned due to being both a completed Dark Weapon and Sorrow. When activated, Mheera's scarred skin and any partial/full transformation she has active bursts into fire colored crimson and dark purple for four posts. Touching the flame is painful just like touching any other fire, but contact with the flame also transmits her Wavelength, causing feelings of intense loss or grief in the opponent's mind which lingers for a few moments after contact. The main weakness of this ability is that it does not leave her body, requiring her to enter short-range combat in order for it to have any effect on her opponent. As well, since the mental portion of the ability is linked to her Wavelength, those with resistance to Madness will see the mental portion having a reduced effect, if any at all, depending upon their resistance's strength. This ability can be re-activated after two posts of cooldown.

⋆ European Gauntlet / Zweihander (Defense/Offense)

⋆ Mheera’s first weapon form stands out as a more defensive offering, taking the form of a European Gauntlet with armored fingertips. Half of the right forearm is covered in segmented metal pates, allowing for easier arm movements. This pattern follows until the wrist, at which point it begins to segment in the opposite direction for increased range of motion. The segmented changes once again at the knuckles, raising to act as increased shielding and cause extra damage for punches, before sliding down each finger and ending just ahead of the finger into a sharpened point for increased strike damage. On the underside of the gauntlet is an eye motif carved into the palm, with multiple scratches and tears through it. Through this eye Mheera is able to interact outside of conversation with her user, showing her emotions through the forms her eye take. As well, it holds numerous red-dyed battle scars, as well as a spiderweb of red marks across it as though to mimic Mheera's own personal scarring.

⋆ Mheera's second form is that of the Zweihänder, one of the largest swords in the world made famous by German mercenaries. If her gauntlet was a representation of Mheera's wish to protect others, this weapon would be a manifestation of her frustrations and rage at a world determined to take everything away from her. Having been discovered while with her Meister Ted, the sword itself is massive in order to best suit his frame. From pommel to tip her form is over eight feet tall, the handle being just under two. The rest of the length is made up by the blade itself, which is also roughly a foot and a half wide. The guard of the weapon curves downwards instead of upwards, giving the user's lead hand some protection against attacks.

Other than its massive size, there are two major parts to the form that stand out. First, there are two gems in the hilt; a blue one at the pommel and a red one halfway up the hilt. Both are carved to resemble eyes, which is how Mheera shows her emotions while in the form. The other is the blade itself. The bottom edge of the blade is made of a dark steel, shined to perfection with no noticeable blemishes. Once at the middle of the blade, the metal transitions into a dark onyx-color, which is covered in red cracks. The edge itself is unique, as it is made up of six large hooking curves before ending at the final point, the tops and tips of the hooks viciously sharpened while the bottoms and edge between each are slightly serrated for tearing apart steel and flesh caught underneath. These hooks are turned inward in order to utilize their tearing power.
⋆ But it is her use of partial transformations that make this weapon-form so deadly, and while under the command of Lord Death with her partner before his death she was given the nicknames "Iron Fist Ikasuki" and "Dervish", due to this skill along with her expert hand-to-hand combat skills. For her Gauntlet, Mheera is able to expertly manipulate these transformations in a variety of ways, from changing her hands into their gauntlet-ed counterparts, as well as morph different patches of skin into metal plates in order to deflect and block blows.

Mheera's partial transformation for the Zweihander involves taking the edges of the massive blade and manifesting them on the outside of her forearms and the fronts of her shins, although she can only have a maximum of two of each edge out at any given moment. While she can mix and match their positions, her main use (dubbed "Soul Reaver") manifests the straight edges on her shins and the hooked edges along her forearms, which she can have hooking either towards or away from an opponent in order to best suit her needs.

⋆ abilities gained from witch soul (Chameleon)
⋆ Ashes of Nitocris - An ability gained after her ascension into a Dark Weapon and her descent into Kishin-dom. Mheera is able to create exact duplicates of herself, controlling them just as easily as she controls her normal body while receiving all the sensory information they collect as though it were her own. She controls all of their actions, able to speak through them and essentially create a walking replica while she is somewhere else. They can mimic her weapon transformations, but ultimately they are only copies and cannot do any real damage. When a blow causes this copy to lose a limb or be considered a fatal attack, the body completely dissolves into black ash, which will then assault an opponent's face, targeting the mouth, eyes, nose, ears, and other areas which will cause distraction and discomfort. While this duplicate is out, Mheera's wavelength is completely hidden (Although her actual body is not), allowing her to trick opponents into thinking that the copy is the real deal while sneaking up somewhere out of sight for a surprise blow/kill. (Cooldown - two posts per clone (1=2,2=4,3=6,etc.))
⋆ Soul Shatter - During combat, upon her back Mheera is able to summon up and form two scything blades upon her back similar to the hooks found upon her Zweihander form. Two posts after formation, she is able to detach them from her back via fleshy tendrils, and can telekinetically send them out to attack at opponents. These tendrils can extend up to ten meters in length, and are very rapid like the tongues of a chameleon. While the blades themselves are as hard as a usual weapon-form, this does not extend to the tendrils themselves. Cutting through them will cause Mheera intense pain, and require another two posts before they can be reformed and reused.