English Name: Kit Doe
Name: 张磊军
Age: 34 (Looks) 2,154(Real)
Species: Vampire - Turned
Sire: Grigori Sokolov - deceased
Rank: King's Advisor/ Technology liaison
Faceclaim: Gong Yoo

Sly | Witty | Logical
Bold | Debonair | Caring
Strong Willed | Blunt | Proud

The Initia tribes of the Han Dynasty were very different to any tribes in existence in modern day China. Emperor Gao of Han had learned of the supernatural during his time as a rebel leader and during his reign he made plans to organise the different species so that they would be of his benefit and of benefit to China. At the time there wasn't any formalised way of educating the young and there was different techniques used within each region of his mighty Kingdom. Gao knew that the only way to use the supernatural to his advantage was to bring in a military like training program to whip the different species into a usable force against his enemies. As Gao was human he felt very fragile and exposed after he learned of the damage the supernatural could do. To protect himself he made a deal with the Great Initia tribes, he pledged them land and resources in exchange for the creation of a private army.  So began an alliance that would last hundreds of years and would make the Han Dynasty go down in history as the Golden Era.

By the time Kit was born a system had been in place for more than a hundred years. Only males were considered for the strict military style life that had been established. When they reached five years old each eldest male child born to Initia parents was sent to the regional temple to learn discipline and focus, and, when their element presented itself, learn fighting techniques and how to become masters of their elements. The best would join the Emperor’s Personal Army while the rest would become the main attack force against China’s enemies. This system had worked well for many years and had proved to be a great asset to both the Initia and to the defence of the Han Dynasty’s people.

Kit came from simple beginnings. He was the third child born to his parents, the first son. His father was a lieutenant in the Initia army and as such his family weren't exactly poor but it meant that the family had few luxuries. At the age of five Kit, like all Initia boys at that age, was sent to train at the temple. The temple was far from the little village he had grown up in and the lack of women was a shock to his system. Kit was a proud child so he didn't let any of the other boys nor the temple instructors see how he yearned for the simple comforts of home.

Life for the students of the temple was strict but Kit found, after a period of adjustment, that he quite liked the simplicity of it all. Rising with the sun, simple yet nourishing meals and focused training. Some of the others tried to rebel and though he found it amusing to watch their plans fail time and time again he never had the urge himself. In a way Kit was detached from his peers because of it. While they bonded over botched escape plans Kit watched from afar excluding himself in self afflicted semi-exile. Laugher was not something that Kit found himself included in during his youth at the temple and in a way it has contributed to his warped sense of humor in which he tends to laugh too much.

The strict training at the temple paid off quite well for Kit. As soon as he felt his lower back burning as his element -water- claiming him he knew he was in control. Training took a different form from then on. The boys were segregated by element and skill. Kit found that he was in the top of his group which was a result of all the extra practice he had put in instead of trying to escape. He was in command of his element and flourished where the rest of his peers floundered.

Kit graduated at the top of his element class. It was a tradition for the Chinese Initia that when one reached the end of one's training they were honored with the names of animals which best represented their style of bending or thinking. They were given either the female version or the name of the young with the intention of earning the full name at a later stage. Kit was given the fox and the stag for he was Sly of mind and Swift of body. Today he uses the sudo name Kit Doe in honor of that time, when he was still himself, life was simple and everything hadn't gone to shit.

Leaving the training temple, Kit and his fellow students were thrown into the harsh reality of military conscription. Gone were the nice attendants and the friendly teachers replaced by the screaming of commands and hard words of criticism. Once again the others banded together  but this time it was to keep their spirits up and to prevent their characters breaking. Once again Kit found himself on the outside looking in. This time it was different though. He no longer felt like he was the outsider that he was at the temple, now he felt like he was a weapon that could operate without any external help, something which the others struggled with.

The Powers that Be within the military noticed too it seemed and Kit was selected to partake in the trails for the Elite squad. Those in the military called them “Walking Death” for once they were summoned nothing lived. Those in the normal ranks avoided them like the plague for there were many rumors that were whispered round the campfire of rituals and witchcraft that frightened many. Somehow, Kit is not sure how himself, passed the trail and was accepted into the ranks of the Elite.

Life was routine from then on out. He choose to stay in the military when his conscripted time was up. There was nothing for him out there, his heart belonged to the flag. Constant training and perfecting specialist techniques became the be all of his day and except for a few missions disturbing the flow, Kit was at peace with the way of the world. China was flourishing with no major enemies so all was quiet.

Kit had just turned thirty four when the Death Squad was sent out to investigate the disappearance of three whole battalions worth of soldiers. Squads of twelve sometimes went missing, the jungle was an unforgiving place, but this was over three thousand highly skilled men. The higher ups thought there must be some outside force at work. When yet another group of scouts did not return they made the decision to send Kit and the rest of his deadly squad to sort out the problem.

It was three days before they noticed anything strange. The forest had become deadly silent the further they got from the base which was the first warning sign they got that something was amiss. The jungle was usually full of the screams of life but the more they pressed forward the more it began to feel like something had sucked the life out of it. On the fifth day they found the first body. It had been partially eaten by something in the forest and had been there a while so it was difficult to determine what exactly had been the cause of death. The uniform signaled that they had found some of the missing men. One of the earth benders created a shallow grave and laid the poor soul to rest.

As they moved deeper into the forest more and more bodies appeared. Many looked like they had died horrible deaths, faces contorted in pain eternally frozen. What surprised Kit most was the lack of blood. All the bodies had horrible wounds but the ground around them were clean. As part of the Death Squad Kit had learned some terrible techniques that many of the Initia tribes had forbidden. One such technique was drawing on the water in the human body and using it as a weapon to destroy the person. Kit had a bad feeling. Examining one of the fallen Kit used this to pull on the blood that was left in the cadaver. What he found confirmed the worst.

“Jiangshi”
“Vampire”

No sooner had the whisper left his lips than the creatures were upon the squad. It was like a dark cloud had descended. One of his fellow squad members was slain instantly caught unaware by the sudden attack but the rest sprung into action one setting the forest around them alight culling some of the vampire and giving them all breathing room. The vampires all wore the uniform of the Chinese military bar one. He was an older man from what glimpses Kit got of him and he did not look to be of Asian ethnicity.

The battle was bloody. The vampires were smart. They separated the men, knowing they were stronger when they fought in unison. They may have been the Elite of the Elite but there was nothing they could do against the sheer number of crazed vampires who were out for blood. One by one they fell as exhaustion overcame them or they became overwhelmed. Kit didn’t know if he was the first to fall or the last but he does know that he died in a world of pain.

Death it seems was not the end for Kit. An incredible thirst was the first thing he felt when he regained consciousness. Instinctively he tried to use his power to draw water to himself but there was nothing. No hum of power, no rush as the water moved to obey his command. Kit knew almost instantly what had happened. He would have screamed and raged but he was too weak to even speak so his soul wept silently for what was no more.

The feelings of helplessness were something that Kit has never forgotten. Laying there in the leaf litter in the middle of gods only knew where unable to move as hunger built and soon became uncontrollable. Shadowy figures entered his field of vision from time to time and if Kit had been able to find words he would have begged them to end him.

It could have been years he lay there or mere hours but eventually Kit found the strength to drag himself to his feet using the trees as crutches as he pulled himself towards the voices that he could hear on the breeze. Grigori Sokolov stood amongst his hundreds of sired, strong, proud and every bit the King he was proclaiming himself to be. He weaved a web ensnaring all those who were stupid enough to listen but Kit had seen it all before. The Death squad had struck down many would be dictators in their time and the stuff he was spewing was text book. The man was also constantly looking over his shoulder always afraid some phantom menace would pounce from the darkness and cut through his lies.

Kit reluctantly followed him, learning everything he could about the species he had become. The others were loyal to Grigori but Kit himself was repulsed by the old vampire only staying with him out of necessity. Their numbers had doubled during that time and Kit began to worry towards what aims the Russian was working. They had remained within the Chinese Kingdom but they had traveled far from the place where Kit was “born”.

The first time Kit met the True King it was all in the midst of a bloody battle. He didn’t know why he did it but one minute Kit was standing at the edge of the battle the next he was standing over Gideon, shielding him as he swung his sword, beheading Grigori as he moved in to try finish the King. The rest of the vampires fell easily Kit’s training and instincts taking over as he worked together with Ashworth to fell the numbers.

After leaving the royal to fend for himself Kit returned to the military base where he had been stationed as an Initia. He didn’t plan on staying but he felt that the families of the fallen should at least know what had happened to their kin. Next he went back to the little village where he was born. The outside of his family home was exactly as he remembered it even though thirty years had passed. A woman was outside picking sweet peas and she looked up when she felt his eyes on her. It was one of his elder sisters. A child ran out of the house and grabbed at her hand trying to pull her back inside. For a brief moment his heart yearned for him to go say hello but he knew that he could never be apart of their lives now that he was a member of the undead. With a heavy heart he left the village never to return again.

Gideon had not gone far, healing from the battle took time luckily for Kit. He decided to stay with the ancient vampire, Kit would never be able to survive this lifestyle if he was alone. The two stayed together for many centuries taking down rogues and being general nuisances everywhere they went. It was a good second life and a complete one eighty from the strict military life that Kit had come to know as an Initia.

His life changed for the second time when the Bastion cornered them in a little town outside Bucharest. Kit had known about Gideon’s Royal status but the King never drew attention to it so Kit never pressed the matter.To have the Royal Guards or whatever they called themselves turn up and plead with Gideon to take up his birth right was a shock to Kit’s system. He knew that once the King went back with these people he would be kicked to the curb and would be on his own. More than anything he knew that the comfortable life he had come to enjoy was at an end.

It was Cecilia who put the idea in his head. He wasn’t sure if she was aware of it but all her silver tongued talk about how the race needed the King and how she didn’t want her friend to die and how it would just be better if Gideon conceded made an idea spawn in Kit’s mind. He didn’t know how good of a warrior this Delilah was but Gideon was the best fighter he had ever seen and there was no way he would lose. Kit felt like being selfish and keeping Gideon all to himself the rest of them be damned but the Imperialist in him flattened those feelings. Kit had severed a great nation in his first life and it seemed he was to do the same in his second.

The Daystar that Kit had laced Gideon’s drink with was enough to take his edge off and dull his battles honed senses and Delilah was deemed winner. Having done his part in reinstating the King Kit was ready to pack up what little possessions he had gathered in his life and leave the Royal party to their business and set off into the world at large by himself but Gideon surprised him by inviting him along to make sure he kept a level head.