Name: Kuroshita Mai
Age, Apparent: 24
Motivation: Restore the Unconquered Sun.
--Audience: (Give them the show they deserve.)
--Cathek Bamulase (Love and Lust.)
--Horses (They should be respected and nurtured.)
--Kuroshita Kage (Love, Lust, and Loyalty.)
--Kuroshita Family (Love and Loyalty)
--Sako (He’s adorable.)
Resistance 1 Staying Power
Ride 1 Horses
--Fate, Water, Wood
*Performance 5 Dance X2
*Presence 4 Seduction
*Martial Arts 5 Bare Handed
--Personal Motes 16
Second Craft Excellency: Essence Triumphant
Second Investigation Excellency: Essence Triumphant
--Favorable Inflection Procedure
--Second Martial Arts Excellency: Essence Triumphant
--Secrets of Future Strife
--Flight of Mercury
--Blade of the Battle Maiden
--Joy in Adversity Stance
--Violet Bier of Sorrows Form
--First Performance Excellency: Essence Overwhelming
--Second Performance Excellency: Essence Triumphant
--Third Performance Excellency: Essence Resurgent
--Heart Brightening Presentation Style
--Perfection in Life
--Song of Spirit Persuasion
--Defense of Shining Joy
--Ice and Fire Binding
--Ox Body Technique
Artifacts: Offensive 1
Artifacts: Defensive 1
Artifacts: Utility 1
Backing: Bureau of Heaven 1
Bashing: The Void Hunt 1
Connections: The Gunstar Defense Force 1
Connections: The Deliberative Army 1
Enchanting Features IV
Extra Favored Ability: Investigation
Bonus Points 18
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“Hi. I’m Kuroshita Mai, and this is my sister Kage.
“We share everything.”
Kage and I were born 44 years ago in the city of Claslat. Not the glamorous upper tiers where the rich and famous come to play, either. Our parents worked the factories to produce crossbows.
As children, we were fit, friendly, and precocious. Sometimes curiosity and playfulness got us into trouble when we poked our noses places we didn’t belong, or scrambled up the walls or down into the tubes. We like to play with the neighborhood kids and tease the machine spirits.
One of our best friends was Bamulase Kathek. Our parents worked in the same factory. By the time were were eight and he was nine, we got into the habit of bringing home cooked meals to the factory. Then Kathek and Kage would try and get me to sit still while the older workers took turns reading to the operators. Kathek was even more bookish than Kage. He’d be perfectly happy if we laid our heads in his lap for hours while he read to us, but Kage and I had to have a good bit of motion in our lives every hour or so. Kathek didn’t always want to tag along, but he really wanted to keep us out of trouble, so he came.
When my sister and I were eleven and Kathek was twelve, Mom found out that Moments Stoked Cherry Red—the Champion who often protected our neighborhood--and a few friends were going to attend the factory’s yearly talent show. I’d seen the Champion once. He was all made of black and red jade. He was kind to us. He was fast as a voidfighter and strong as a god! My mother suggested that Kage and I dance for him at the talent show. I said that was a great idea because Moments was very handsome and worked hard to keep us safe.
We didn’t know that this was part of our mother’s plan to make a new life for us, but five champions gave our dance a standing ovation. Three months later, we had to say goodbye to our friends because we were going to a dance school, and would only be able to visit home for one week every season!
For the next five years Kage and I were immersed in the arts. We learned singing and music, decorum and flirting, ceremony and calligraphy. Most of all, we studied dancing. Never did a week go by when we didn’t fall asleep in each other’s arms crying from the pain in our sore muscles. We learned grace and poise hand to hand with allure and sensuality. We learned grooming, posture, and fashion. As we grew older, we learned how to read the eyes of a lover, learn the ten thousand signs of desire and what they meant.
We tried to keep up with our friends and family by writing letters. Mom and Dad could barely read, so we wrote the things we wanted to say to them and Kathek in the same letter, asking him to read to them.
When Kathek was fifteen, he traveled briefly to the city of Yugash where he petitioned for admittance to one of the great universities. He didn’t have any money, but was gifted enough that a thaumaturgy scanned his soul stone for information on his past lives. Learning that none of them had been impressive scholars, he was turned away. We know it broke his heart, but he dutifully went to work in the factory. He was the best reader on the line, and was asked to leave his station to another and read to the line once a week!
Kage and I made our debut on our sixteenth birthday and were an instant success. We gained Exalted patrons and made a good deal of money, and send rich gifts back our families and friends. Ours was the art of inspiration. Our dancing reached into the hardest hearts and brought forth—not only passion—but compassion, serenity, and hope! Kathak attended whenever he could, though as we moved higher and higher in our art, it was increasingly inappropriate for a man of his class to show up at our performances. The more distant we grew from our roots, the more my sister’s love for our childhood friend swelled. The two took every opportunity they could for rendezvous, often breaking official curfews to see each other. Our patron wanted us to save our maidenheads as a gift for a lonely old senator whom she needed the favor of. I tried to discipline my sister. I tried to sate the aching need of her lonely body with my most passionate kisses. By the time we were called upon, though, my sister had already surrendered her virginity to Kathak. Our patron was infuriated, and I did all I could to cover for my sister’s failing. It was the greatest dereliction of duties in our mortal lives.
And I love my sister all the more for it.
When we were nineteen, the Gunstar suffered a devastating attack. Hundreds of exalts were lost, and thousands of mortals. As the leaders of The Shadows Dance, we knew our upcoming performance—for 10,000 soldier—had to be our best ever if our audience were to regain their fighting spirit.
We gave them all we had with our performance. Our faith and our confidence, our love and our lust. As the soldiers rose to their feet, cheering wildly in the midst of our final dance, a brilliant golden blaze anointed my sister’s forehead while my brown eyes turned the brightest blue and a cerulean halo encircled it.
We were exalted.