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Kenpachi Beifong.

Born to a single mother, quickly abandoned by her mother due to her mutant genes she was found by a pair of well meaning monks. They believed that her apperance was that of a test to them and they desired to bring her in the world as a caring individual. They failed in some degrees but succeeded in bringing her up in such a fashion where she was kind hearted in some ways.

Others she was more cruel than the world that looked on her so harshly. She didn't like the temple, didn't like all of it's ways. She was young, foolish and brutish. Eventually desiring to leave the temple, to strike out on her own in a hard world. Her 'parents' didn't tell her no and wished her well. Understanding that she needed to grow.

What Kenpachi didn't know is how harsh the world was to those unprepared, brutalized, beaten, starving. She resorted to petty thefts to get by, stealing bits and pieces to make a whole. It took her years before she stole from the wrong person.

Or rather. The right person.

The yakuza.

Impressed that she would even try to steal from them, they instead inducted her into their local group. Punishing her for stealing from them by making her work for them in varieties of ways. Teaching her the ins and outs of the area in the meantime. It took years. Years she had plenty of. Her 'boss' was also a practicitoner of the old blade; one that he willingly [and monetarily] would teach Kenpachi. If she antied up, he'd extend her a lesson or two.

Time passed, things grew more difficult but also easier in a sense. She was older, stronger, wiser. Probably a little too hot headed. Lashing out at places that didn't need it; gaining attention from all the right people. Or all the wrong people in some cases.

Barely in her twenties she struck out a third time, hurt the wrong person. Got more of a punch from that then she expected. Her sword that her 'master' passed down to her broke in a fight. Her 'enemies' thought to try to slash her throat. Leaving her to bleed out in the middle of an alleyway. Not realizing she could generate ice she managed to halt the flow and get to a hospital.

They couldn't save her vocal cords even if they could save her life.

The same people that attacked her went to her boss, to her friends. What little 'family' she had in a sense. Killed them with her own weapon. Broke it a bunch of different times too. You'd think that the cops would have put two and two together that she wasn't the one that did it.

But money talks more than she could and instead of a trial that made sense to her. Instead she was cast into prison to waste away for the rest of her life. It was only because of a detective looking to get revenge on the opposite family that she was even given a second chance.

"It doesn't add up, she was in a hospital when they were killed"

Was the only line from law enforcement that she ever cared to hear. A judge that wasn't on the payroll of the other family ended up pardoning her. Returning her her things, a hearty sum of money as an apology and... The broken blade that stole her friends, her family and her boss away.

Ten years in prison that yielded nothing but bitterness, a desire for revenge and a hearty appetite.

The first thing she needed to do other than establish a little bit of territory was... get some friends. Some likeminded people. ANd maybe... Just maybe. She could find the people that ruined her life and... well ruin theirs.