Full Name: Kojika Hikaru Shougaku
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 135 lbs.
Hair Color/Length: Blonde/long
Eye Color: Emerald
Date of Birth: 10.18.2032
Place of Birth: Tokyo, Japan
Parents: Fukyo Shougaku and Kitai Shougaku nee Midori
Siblings: none
Current Place of Residence: Shinjuku, Tokyo, Japan
Kojika is the beautifully elegant daughter of Fukyo Shougaku, a prominent politician in 21st century Japan. Raised in the lap of luxury, Kojika almost never saw either of her parents, although she saw much more of her mother than she did of her father. She was brought up by a long string of nursemaids, nannies and governesses.
She received the best private education money could buy, and was well tutored in piano, painting (which she did not particularly care for), diplomacy and manners. Her debut into society at 13 was at first sniffed upon as far too early, but she charmed all who attended. She was a very mature and sparkling conversationalist at that age already, and it was expected that when she was 19 or 20 she would marry into a good family and support her husband.
She had other plans. In the absence of her parents, she had sought divine guidance and advice; at 16 she asked to be allowed to enter the Korin Institute, to train to become a Protectress: a priestess-warrior.
Her mother sobbed, her father ranted, and both told her that she would be cut off if she ever considered such an absurd suggestion again. But consider it she did, and ran away from the affluence and wealth she'd been raised in to follow her dream. It was a hard decision for her, but she felt more loved by a group of distant and intangible gods than she did by her own parents, who were almost as distant and intangible themselves.
She spent her first two weeks at the Institute crying herself to sleep. The trainers were harsh, the food was far from what she was used to, and she was homesick. She didn't miss her parents, but she did miss her governess, the golden retrievers her mother bred for dog shows, and the soft life to which she had been accustomed. The only reason she didn't go back was that she could not. She might've been allowed back in if she'd gone back and begged and sobbed - but more than anything else, pride and dignity had been bred into her. It was unthinkable.
Slowly she became acclimatized to the Institute atmosphere, and when she became an upperclassman, and allowed to wear whatever clothes she liked, she reverted from the boring uniform pants to beautiful but sturdy long skirts. Her instructors set out to prove that she should go back to pants and she demonstrated that the flow of the skirts could work WITH one's motions. She demanded to be trained in a skirt, and after a long battle won out.
As an upperclassman, she could choose which weapon to specialize in. She chose the staff, because like her it was tall, lean, and underestimated. Within a matter of weeks, she was so elegant and graceful with the staff that it was practically part of her. Using it for stronger methods took some training, but basic and even complex motions with it were second nature to her.
Finally came an important day: the Deiarchs of the Religions had appeared. This was a prophesied event - The Deiarchs would restore humankind's lost humanity. They required the very best Protectresses, obviously. So a sort of tournament was held at each of the institutes. Kojika worked hard...and fought even harder.
At tournament's end, she could hardly believe it. She stood in the center of the field, clothes mussed and torn; she was bruised and bleeding in places. For a moment there was the silence of finality and then loud cheering and she was the Protectress to the Korin Deiarch.
She was serving the gods as much as one person could hope for; she looked forward eagerly to her duty to the Deiarch and to the gods.
And then she met the Korin Deiarch.
Seiji Date was no one she was prepared for. Blonde hair, amethyst eyes, fair skin...he could've been a god himself. He was certainly distant enough, but that was the story of her life, ne? Surely it was something she could adapt to...for His sake.
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