JOUKYUU

The Joukyuu clan are a dying race, and Toma is born out of sheer desperation for revival. A sickness has taken up most of the last remaining few of her bloodline, and with this curse, any person carrying the Joukyuu name is dead by their thirties, if not less. Her mother is nothing more than a womb to carry a child, and passes on after Toma is born. She was always a frail, delicate girl — barely a woman when Toma is conceived. Her fate lies in the hands of her father, a man two decades older than her mother, and his family, the Ogino.
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Ogino Tozen rears the infant in his care, unaware of the reincarnated soul that had blessed her with a long life untroubled by the Joukyuu blood-curse. Though she is nothing but a bastard, even to him, he could not deny the immeasurable strength and willpower that Toma had, even in her early youth. Even so, he knows she is nothing but a bedeviled child, foredoomed to be bred like cattle and restart the endless cycle of a line that refused to go extinct.
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Even in her earliest years of life, her father did nothing but preach this to her, that her worth was only measured by how long her life would last, and how quickly she would spread her legs for the man to be her suitor. It was in the best effort of trying to dilute the blood disease, for the Joukyuu may one day be vanquished by the very purity they aimed to keep by having incestuous relations with their brethren, but their lives were needed. For now, the namesake had to survive. It is soon learned that Toma was born into riches with her mother’s last breath; the Joukyuu clan had been politicians and governors since the feudal ages.
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In truth, Toma was only alive because her existence had a net worth, and her father was doing nothing but monopolizing on the fact.
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Throughout her life, Toma focused on academically excelling. Socially, she was treated at arm’s length by all that knew of the power she would one day hold, and the defect that would soon be her downfall. She was an outcast for most of her schooling years, but she was an exceptional student and left her last years of education with a scholarship to a prestigious university… to which she declined. She saw no point if she were to die one day, and she was determined to live in a way that catered to her interests. Idle thoughts that were not her own made her crave power, and told her where to find it.
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When she is eighteen, her father is a drunkard and is often in a stupor — it is the only time where he would treat her kindly, but the treatment soon became obscene and he soon attempted to force himself on her. Disgusted by the irony that was presented in the situation, the thoughts in her head swirled with malice, and it screamed a war cry that made her vision become crimson.
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And as she came to, her father lay prone and still in a pool of viscera and blood, her grandfather’s heirloom, a once pristine hunting knife, is stained with gore, flecked with cruor. In its stainless steel, she saw her glowing eyes and deep within them, Kali’s dance of bloodlust and her manic battle-cries, her four arms flailing wildly whilst she held swords and scimitars. It was then that Toma understood her fate, and calmly called the police.
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Her father’s death was determined to be justified; and Toma was a ward of the state soon after his funeral. Though she wasted no tears on the man whom was no father to her. Toma was allotted her inheritance after paperwork was filed in her name, and she knew the totality of the sins of her ancestors would not follow her, for she had a long while to live before she would ever join them. The Joukyuu clan would once again flourish with her at the helm, and she would let no one impose upon her will. For she was not a merciful goddess.
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She would leave nothing but destruction in her wake in her journey for power, which led her to Paris. She arrived with nothing and no ties to the community, and ruination nipping at her heels. Toma Joukyuu lives current to exterminate Chaos, for it is the only thing that will fulfill her hunger for strife.