Sakura

Allison ->Kali ->Shiva -> Kyole -> ME

Sakura, even as a child, was known for his beauty. There was something disarming about him, a quality that drew others in. Elders claimed magic tampering, yet this shouldn’t be possible for a Replicant child. Sakura’s peers had slowly unleashed violent tendencies from their lineages, yet his didn’t seem related to combat much at all. He was able to disarm others by simply looking at them, channeling an energy he wasn’t able to describe, yet he would swear it wasn’t a kind of magic. Whatever the case, he grew older and more adept with this power, lulling others into a false sense of security after only knowing them for a few minutes. They were enamored by his apparent beauty and he was all too happy to exploit that to meet his own agendas. Though many would be confused after he disappeared, often blanking on their own memory once he left their side. While others would say that beauty is a curse, Sakura would smile, “It’s only a curse if you let it be, love.”

Though whenever asked about his own lineage, he’d snarl, thinking back to his childhood before faking another grin, “My old man? Ah let’s just say he was a character and one that isn’t worth discussing.”