Name: Aburai Renji
Gender: Male
Class: Samurai (Ronin)
Race: Fallen Angel

Description: Aburai wears the black robes and white sash of his station. Always armed, his weapins are clearly visable. A katana strapped at his side, a Wakazashi strapped to his lower back, and slung over his shoulder a large serreated No-dachi he referrs to as "Zambimaru". His long red hair is pulled up but when released hangs well down to his lower back. His facial expression is for the most part set to that of "uncaring". Slow to speak, and quick to act his tired looking eyes are misleading to as the quickness of his sword arm. Signs of his fall from grace are two small horns that jut out from his forhead, and a pair of broken black feathered wings on his back. These wings are shattard beyond any form healing and can do nothing but move slighty. They will often be the only sign to what he is thinking as out of habbit they twitch helplessly whenever he is irritated, thinking, excited, or feeling any strong emotion.

History: Once a low ranking memeber of the Seraphim choir of angels Aburai served as protector and guardian of the Angel lord Ahrimal a top ranking angel in his choir. While in heaven he came across the deceased spirits of the legendary 47 ronin. Moved by their story and full of admiration of the code of Bushido Aburai asked that they teach him the ways of the Samurai. After his training in the way of Bushido and his understanding of Samurai philosphy Aburai was told the name of a great swordsman who had died and resided within heaven, a swordsman that would become his teacher, Miyamoto Musashi. Aburai came out of his training with the legendary swordsmen a different angel. He walked with a slow grace of a true warrior, he exouded confidence doing the most menial of task. It was these changes in his demeanor and fighting style that brought him the nickname The Red Headed Demon. In battle with the demons of Lucifer Aburai was horrifying. He showed no mercy, granted no quarter, accepting only an honorable surrender. His eyes betrayed no sorrow at the killing of these once angels. Despite the outward changes Aburai was still at heart like all angels, he was no merciless killer, he was no demon, he had found a balance between the way of the warrior and the path of the almighty. Those, however, who shine brightest must surely burn away....This is the story of the fall of Aburai Renji.

Aburai stood next to his lord Arhimal silently as the pair overlooked the human city of Midgaard. His hand rested lightly on his holy blades, prepaired at anytime for an ambush from the demonic forces they had been told inhabited the area.

"Look at them Aburai...The favored of our one true lord. His children, his...grand experiment. They live in their city never knowing of the war that wages around them. Never knowing how important they are, why the beings of darkness find them worth killing, or why we find them worth protecting...never knowing we are protecting them, or that we exist. Their Ignorance...it is good that they do not know, don't you think?"

Aburai turned his head slowly to his charge and noded quietly still keeping his eyes open for an attack, Ahrimel had wanted to see this city without the full force of his army. He would have went alone but he knew how much not being allowed to protect would hurt Aburai. Aburai knew this and marked it as one more reason for his loyalty. Not all of the angels in heaven had taken to his change so kindly. Demon, they called him the Red Headed Demon. Their words weighed on Aburais spirit but there was no time for popularity, there was a war to be won, and a code to be followed. A sound in the bushes jerked his attention elsewhere as he quickly stepped infront of his charge drawing his katana to slay any fiend that came out. It was then that an angel of the Seraphim made himself visable in a panic, shouting and blood covered he spoke.

"Ahrimel! the army, we are under attack! The demon forces are attacking! There are too many!"

Aburai stepped forward and met the angel with a firm backhand to the jawline.

"If you can not show more discipline you are of no worth to you lord. What do you mean there are too many? Our reports show there can be no more than a few hundred. Are you telling me the warriors of Heaven have become so weak that we can not beat off our enemies with even numbers?!"

Shocked at the blow and the silent Aburai's sudden speech it took a moment for the angel to recover.

"Our reports where wrong, there are not hundres, they are counted in the thousands! We can't win this battle we must withdraw back to Heaven."

Aburai took only a moment to think of what the angel had said, the army was lost, they could not hold out against those odds as strong as his fellow guardians where. quickly he turned to Ahrimel and spoke.

"lord please let me escort you back to Heaven, there is nothing we can do, we must get a message to the main forces of the scouts mistake." He moved to lead Ahrimel away and was gently pushed aside.

"No Aburai..we are not retreating...Those humans..they are our charge. If their numbers are so strong, the humans will not stand a chance here. We must give them all the benefit that we can."

Aburai stopped for a moment and looked his lord in his eyes and nodded quietly, he understood the sacrifice, nobody angel in his party would be returning home. It was an order he would not survive, his end would be that of a warrior, he could not ask for more than to serve at this time. After bidding the wounded angel to return home and inform the leaders of Heaven the two angels, lord and samurai, went to join their brothers in battle.

The sounds of war were defeaning, Angelic blades clashed with weapons of demonic design, the crys of the dead and dying wailed in Aburais ears. His kinsmen where sorrounded, he and his lord cut off from them by a ring demons. Ahirmel lifted a golden horn and blew once, a golden tone that let the angels know his orders, fight till the end, take as many as you can with you, it was the most beautiful and sorrowful sound Aburai had ever heard. Blade met Blade as Aburai cut a path of demons down to reach his kinsmen, a whirling machine of death with his two blades, Arhimal walked behind him, barley bothered by the fiends as Aburai dispatched them, raising his blade only a few times in defense. Finally Aburai had reached his kinsmen, their numbers had dwindled, the bodies of angel and demon littered the ground. A battlefield the humans would never see, and if they had would not have been able to grasp. The angelic forces pushed outward against their demonic enemies, and succeded in pushing the forces back, but it was only temporary. Eventually the ring of angels became smaller and smaller, the demons sorrounding them, the battle was over, but there would be no surrender. The angels where over powered, and slaughtered to the last man...but somehow...

Aburai had survived. He awoke on the field, hidden under the corpses of demons and angels, bleeding badly and near death, but somehow..he had survived. Crawling among the corpse strewn field he found the corpse he was looking for, Ahrimal. His lord was peirced by several demonic spears, slashed open in more places than Aburai could count. He had fought with his men to the last, a true leader, the best of generals. A lord worthy of the loyalty of Samurai. Tears stung Aburais face for only a moment before he regained his composure...turning his head to the side saw, shining among the gore of war, his wakazashi. Aburai picked it up and bowed his head, there was a code to follow, he could do nothing else. He untied the white sash that bound his robes and slipped his arms out leaving his chest bare. Slowly he bowed his head untill it touched the ground towards the body of his fallen sire. Raising up slowly Aburai took the small blade and moved it point first to the spot above his Naval. With one quick thrust Aburai drove the blade deep inside of his stomache. There was a moments pause as a small trail of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then he ripped the blade to the side cutting himself wide open. Without any other angel to aid him in his sepekku, to remove his head, he was left to bleed to death slowly. Once again death was denyed him.

As he laid on the ground bleeding he raised his eyes to the Heavens and saw his choir, the seraphim. They where donned in the robes of judgement. Hooded and onimous. It was then that Aburai heard the voice of the almighty speak.

"Aburai...you have sinned...You are not human, thier codes are not your way. The only way you have is the one I have given you. I refuse to see your death as honorable. You where tainted the moment you took the step away from your kind with human values. You have forsaken the life I gave you, and you have commited the sin of suicide. For that you are forever exiled from Heaven to earth, for so long as you can stay there without your old enemies dragging you down to Hell."

Then the angels wept for their lost brother, their tears fell as rain and Aburai could feel the wound in his torso closing, scarring. Then pain....by the pure will of the almighty the bones in Aburais wings where snapped, he cried out in fury, pain, and humiliiation at what was being done to him. He had found a way of balance, to complete his duties more effectivly and not have the guilt of war weigh on him. He had served well, how could this be his fate? Another scream as more wing bones where snapped, he could see out of hte corner of his eye their feathers turning black, the mark of a demon. The ultimate humilation, He was to become what he detsted most, his sworn enemy. Then the pain exploded, not in his wings but in his head, as two small horns grew out. Tears fell from the fallen angels eyes then for what he had lost, what he had become, what was being done to him...then all was silent...Aburai was alone...alone in the world of humans. Heaven would not have him, Hell would want revenge for the demons slain....So be it.