Character History
Abandoned on the footsteps of a dojo dedicated to the Kiyomasa style of martial arts, Renji was destined to live life by the sword. He was raised to be the perfect swordsman and showed a natural aptitude for the blade. However as the young practitioner grew into his teenage years he became arrogant. Having surpassed his peers in every measurable aspect he demanded access to the greatest techniques that the Kiyomasa style offered. His master, noticing his pupil’s lack of humility, denied this request. In a fit of rage Renji struck out at his master, and was handedly defeated by the wizened swordsman. Having not only besmirched his honor, but also being humiliated the orphan took flight. He ran into a nearby forest to lick his wounds and gather his thoughts.
Many days were spent lost in that forest, so many that Renji had lost count. Now severed from the relative comfort of the dojo he found himself unable to survive. Starvation took its toll and the young boy become a delirious husk of himself, wandering through the woods waiting for the embrace of death. As he stumbled through the forest he was drawn to a stream, the water called to him and beckoned for him to follow upstream. At the head of the river was a waterfall and behind this waterfall was a cavern long since forgotten. It was a man-made structure, but the men that made it were long since forgotten. It was here that the boy found the wicked Ouroboros Blade.
Created as a prison for the pernicious demon known as Kuzuru the Ouroboros Blade proved to be an irresistible temptation for the boy. As he grasped the scarlet hilt his body was rejuvenated and his mind focused to a razor’s edge. Thousands of battles dating back to the dawn of mankind were imprinted onto his mind and he became an unparalleled expert at combat. As most good things do, this came with a cost. His soul became tethered to the blade and all of its inhabitants, including the demon Kuzuru. The demon spoke sweet whispers into his ear and filled his brain with saccharine thoughts of grandeur. With the Ouroboros Blade in hand not only could he become the greatest swordsman that ever lived, but also the greatest warrior. Every soul offered to the blade would not only increase his skill but also extend his lifespan, effectively turning him into an immortal.
Blade in hand and a literal devil on his shoulder the boy turned back towards his dojo and slaughtered every last one of them. For centuries he moved from battle to battle, carving an ever-growing swath of carnage.