Name: Kira
Sex: Female
Age: Early 20s
Race: Half Xaela / Raen Au Ra
Tribe: Malaguld (Formerly)
Place of Origin: The Azim Steppe/Kugane
Orientation: Demiromantic Demisexual (Bi)
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Primary Jobs: Dragoon, Samurai, Dark Knight, Paladin, Viper
Aliases: Saruka Malaguld (Formerly), Warrior of Light, Warrior of Darkness (on The First), Eikon Slayer,
Champion of Eorzea, Khagan of the Azim Steppe.
Voice Claim: Zero, Drakengard 3 (Tara Platt)

Appearance

Kira is a half Xaela, half Raen Au Ra with a body honed for survival and shaped by violence.Her skin is porcelain-pale, a striking contrast to the black scales that wind along her arms, thighs, and neck—broken by smaller, scattered white scales like stars in the night. Her hair is pure white, sometimes tied back, sometimes left wild. Two black horns arch forward from her head, each tipped in white, like frost.
Her eyes are lilac—bright and unnervingly sharp—holding a cold sort of calculation, or a mocking disinterest, depending on who’s watching. In the right light, they almost glow.Her figure is lean, athletic, and powerfully built—broad hips, full breasts, and thick thighs all layered over toned muscle earned in blood. Her body bears the map of her life: faded burns, cuts, and one prominent scar stretching beneath her left breast and across her ribcage—skin there cracked like shattered porcelain.
She dresses for combat and comfort, rarely vanity, often leaving swaths of skin exposed more from indifference than seduction.
She knows her body is a weapon, and she has long since accepted that others will see it before they ever bother to see her.

Abilities

Alongside the Echo and the Blessing of Light, Kira bears a third, far more volatile gift—if it can even be called that. Whether a side effect of Hydaelyn’s blessing or something she was born with, her body contains an overwhelming surplus of aether.Under extreme emotional or physical stress, this aether turns against everything around her. Her eyes shift from lilac to blood red, and in a single devastating pulse, aether erupts from her in a wave that liquefies anything living in its radius—friend or foe alike. Flesh, bone, everything—reduced to pulp and ruin.Though she once had no control over it, she’s learned to temper the build-up, to force it to wait—if only just. She still can’t summon it at will, but when it comes, it’s death incarnate.

Personality

Kira is a woman born from anger and betrayal.
She was enslaved as a child and stripped of innocence far too young. The girl that was once drowning in the black depths of treachery, neglect, and cruelty, and what came back out of the depths was Kira; a weapon, a survivor, a spectre bound within flesh. She doesn't have any idea how old she is, time was lost in chains and blood. The past trauma has hammered her into someone who holds the world at arm's length.
She's a cutting, sarcastic, sometimes cruel personality. She's sarcastic to the point of roughness, relying on humour and mocking as a defence mechanism. She has no qualms about violence—actually, she often invites it as the only way she understands to express herself.
She'll flirt just to get ahead, fuck just to feel, and kill if it will help her claim dominance in a world that took everything from her.But beneath the frosty facade and acid-burning words lies an abiding want for freedom, belonging, and purpose. Kira doesn't surrender her heart readily, but when she does, she'll fight like a madwoman to hold on to it. Her loyalty is secretive, reluctant nearly, as though she's too humiliated to say she cares in the first place. She hates vulnerability—hates to feel weak—but when she does lose control at last, it's savage, violent, and tortured.
It tortures her that she was never meant to have a normal life. That her suffering was done on purpose. That even her courage is another slavery—to destiny, to Hydaelyn, to a world that would never otherwise want to use her.Kira's worst fear is not death. It's connection. To love, and be loved, is to risk being hurt in the same way that hurt her. And yet, there are cracks in the armor. Moments when the mask falters, and she allows herself to feel something real.
She'll never say the word "friend", but the manner in which she throws herself between them and danger is louder than any words. Her love is savage, sacrificial, and unspoken.Deep at her core, Kira is a paradox: a woman who believes that she is irrevocably broken, yet repeatedly decides to get up, to fight, to survive—not for herself, but for the few individuals who are still capable of seeing the humanity buried beneath her scars.

Likes

Dislikes

Alisaie Leveilleur
The little sister Kira never asked for but got anyway. Bold, brash, and with enough fire to match her own. Kira is fiercely protective of her, though she'd die before admitting it.

Y’shtola Rhul
If you could weaponize sarcasm and condescension, you'd get their conversations. They argue constantly, often violently disagreeing—but beneath the friction is unwavering trust. She may want to strangle the bitch half the time, but she knows she can always count on her.

Urianger Augurelt
Cryptic pain in the ass. She still doesn’t know if he’s a genius or just likes to hear himself talk. That said, he’s never once let her down when it counted. Kira doesn’t understand him — doesn’t try to — but he’s there when she needs him, and that’s enough.

Krile Baldesion
Too perceptive for her own good. Burdened with the Echo, like Kira. They don't talk often, but Krile is one of the few who understands what that kind of weight feels like.

Estinien Wyrmblood
Two blunt weapons in human form. Kira likes him because he doesn’t talk too much, fights like a monster, and doesn’t ask her to be anything more than what she is. They get along because they don’t need to try. Sometimes, silence speaks louder than anything else.

Alphinaud Leveilleur
He used to get on her nerves just by existing.
Too proper, too idealistic. He’s grown a lot and earned her respect, though she still takes the piss out of him any chance she gets.
Someone has to keep his ego in check.

Tataru Taru
If Kira ever has a new look, odds are Tataru was behind it. The only person Kira lets near her hair with scissors, after much grumbling and a few idle death threats. She trusts Tataru more than most—and not just with her wardrobe.

Thancred Waters
Once her occasional bedmate, now something weirder and more familiar. They’ve grown past whatever that was. Now, they share a strange, slightly dysfunctional sibling dynamic built on shared scars and silent understanding.
Still punches his shoulder when he gets too sentimental.

G’raha Tia
She hasn’t said the words. Not once. But he knows. He’s always known. After everything—centuries, sacrifice, the weight of the world—they’re together now.
She pushes. He stays. That’s love, in her language.