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A gate composed of silver threads and blazing white lights stood in front of me, It described itself as Keter 'The Crown' the highest of the ten Sefirot on the Kabbalistic Tree of Life, representing the divine will.
I walked through the Gate of Light and found myself in front of a vast mirror, reaching thousands of kilometers tall, I looked up above and saw countless Souls connected together through the countless silver threads, I knew what they were yet I could not describe them for what they were. I looked down and the Ground below me was made of Black Marble, suffusing with ruptures of lights where white marble would show.
I walked forwards towards the Mirror, its vast form getting closer and closer and with it, the more mighty it became until a voice spoke to me, its voice booming as if the world itself had declared its very own presence.
"Are you the one who wanted to become human?"
<He> looked at me, <He> had a humanoid figure, and yet everything in body screamed that <He> wasn't human.
<He> was a hole in the world itself, I could not sense him, but I could definitely feel the lack of him.
Before I could respond another voice interrupted. "What is the point in asking such a question Vortigem?"
She stood before me, composed and radiant, like a sovereign who had never once been denied. Her skin carried a pale, porcelain clarity — smooth, even, untouched by imperfection. It held the quiet sheen of polished ivory, refined rather than fragile. There was no harshness to it. Only a controlled softness, like silk stretched over marble.
Her eyes were a sharp crimson — not warm, not wild, but precise. They did not flicker with emotion; they assessed. There was intelligence in them, and something colder beneath it. A gaze that measured distance, intent, and worth in a single glance.
Her hair fell in a cascade of gold down her back, impossibly long, reaching far past her waist and flowing almost to the floor. It was straight but not rigid, moving in smooth, heavy ribbons that followed her smallest shift. The color was rich — a deep honeyed blonde with warmer undertones that caught light along its length. At the crown, a small upward flick of hair broke the otherwise disciplined silhouette, adding a subtle defiance to the otherwise regal structure. The length itself framed her like a mantle, amplifying her presence.
She wore a gown structured with authority. The bodice was fitted and sculpted, white and immaculate, contoured closely to her form without appearing delicate. Gold embroidery traced symmetrical patterns across the chest, precise and ornamental rather than excessive. The neckline was modest yet shaped, emphasizing structure over exposure.
Long white sleeves extended over her arms, detached from the main corset yet perfectly aligned, ending in subtle gold-trimmed cuffs. From her waist, the dress opened into layered panels of white edged with gold, parting to reveal a deep royal blue skirt beneath. The contrast was deliberate — white for command, blue for depth. Gold tassels descended from the front panels, adding movement to an otherwise controlled silhouette.
The skirt flowed outward with weight and presence, not airy but grounded, spreading with quiet dominance. Every line of the dress was clean. Every detail intentional.
She did not look playful. She did not look gentle. She gazed at me, with only analysis on her mind,
'Is she going to kill me?'
The beautiful woman took a glance at me before speaking. "Each trial to this point has been a test for you, and you have succeeded in each one. You child of Kuiper Belt, may walk forward and be accepted in the Order of the Planet."
I looked back towards the man to see if he had anything to say yet he seemed to have disappear into quite literally nothing, I could not sense his lack of presence, he was just gone.
I look back towards the beautiful woman and ask in a unsure tone "Ah- May I ask what your name is?"
She gazed at me for a little over 5 seconds before responding. "Arcueid Brunestud" She said as much before turning her head, and disappearing in, wave of crimson blood.
I stare at where both of them were for a second 'I'm so confused????'
I slowly took some very unsure steps forwards towards the vast mirror. As I get closer I begin to see myself and as I get closer the more details I notice upon my body.
Until I'm right in front of it
My hair cuts across my vision in cool silver strands, lighter than ash but darker than white, holding a faint lavender cast under the light. It doesn’t simply fall — it’s gathered high into a long, sweeping ponytail that trails behind me in a thick ribbon. The length extends well past my shoulders, flowing down in a smooth, controlled cascade rather than something wild.
The front is layered and uneven, with soft pieces framing my cheeks and jaw. My bangs angle slightly to one side, broken and tapered, never blunt. A few shorter strands hover near my eyes, giving my expression a sharp, deliberate edge rather than innocence.
The rest of my hair ever so slightly curves as it falls, subtly tousled, with singular and small bends rather than sharp waves. It looks soft and sharp, and deliberately imperfect.
I look to my face my complexion held even, like a pearlized finish of steamed milk. My face was so soft and smooth it could not be described as anything but.
My eyes are sharp and focused, a cool grey-white that leans toward steel in certain light. They aren’t wide and doll-like — they’re angled, observant, carrying a quiet confidence. My lashes are dark but not dramatic, and my brows tilt slightly downward at the ends, giving me a look that borders between calculating and bored.
My mouth was a study in blurred precision. The color was strongest at the center like a juicy, crushed-berry stain that faded delicately outward into my natural lip line, creating the effect of a newly bitten fruit. There was no hard edge, only a tender soft gradient.
I looked down I saw a white blouse spilling softly over my torso, the fabric folding naturally where it meets my waist. The neckline sits modestly, broken only by the black choker hugging my throat and the faint graphic details near my chest. The sleeves balloon slightly as they fall, the ruffled cuffs hovering near my hands, with the purple lacing running down my arms clearly visible from this angle.
Below that, the contrast sharpens. The black high-waisted pants dominate my view it is smooth, structured, and reflective enough to catch light along the seams.
I was human. No longer was I an abstract shape which pretended to be someone or something.
My gaze delves into the mirror, as I reach out to touch it. The moment each of my 5 fingers touch the vast mirror, it fractures!
A kaleidoscope of light reveals itself in-between each broken shard of the crumbling mirror.
Within each shard lies countless different images showing different possible forms I could take. I could become a Hero of the Modern era, a Counter guardian, a Dead apostle, a Mage, a Divine Spirit, a Magician, or even a normal human.
I look into the vast infinity gazing upon what I "Could" be. I don't know how I would reach those points, I only that I do.
I am a shapeless thing being defined only by my choice.
I am named by attributes, I am named by parameters, I am named by Personal skills, I am soon to give myself a name.
I think upon my appearance, my face, my form, my life before right now.
When I gazed upon the mirror, I realize that was the form I wanted most. "Mizuki Rei" I spoke out the name I chose almost absentmindedly
As I those words, my minded was flooded with information as I felt a change in my own parameters.
A single change in my parameter occurred.
I was a living life where I became a Hero during the age of gods, it was both spectacular as well as tragic...
But the changes did not stop. it continued to shatter and reform, over and over and over again. I was switching between countless identities, in rapid succession.
It wasn't like I was being overwritten, it would be more accurate to describe it like wearing a different mask upon each reflection.
I could hear the sound of Glass be fused together only for it to shatter once more. The rapid succession of the process caused it to sound deafening...
But eventually the changes began to slow, as the Human order began accepting my existence.
Until it finally stopped
True Name: Mizuki Rei
Class Skills
Mizuki Rei has no Human Form thus they are following the natural abilities stemming from their origin and the process of their definition.
Independent Existence (EX Rank): As a being whose existence was self-determined at the moment of choice, Mizuki does not rely on a Human order or Gaia for sustenance. Their anchor is their own will and the name they have spoken. Their existence stipulates that they must have a physical body and can remain indefinitely.
Human Order Concealment (A++ Rank): A residual trait from their time as a shapeless, unobserved existence in the void of the Kuiper Belt. They are naturally difficult to perceive as a magical being unless they actively utilize their power, blending into the background of the Human Order they have recently joined.
Personal Skills
As an existence unfamiliar to Earth's causality they have obtained Personal Skills which no being from the earth could obtain.
Self Referential Information (EX Rank): The signature magecraft of Mizuki Rei, born from their moment of choice before the fractured mirror. This ability functions as a self-referential Thaumaturgical Foundation unique to them. Unlike conventional mages who must learn and identify the required baseline foundation to do magecraft, Mizuki is capable of drawing upon Magecraft which they are not suitable for. They can use Astromancy to the as if they were made to without having aptitude, they can reinforce objects equally as well as they can necromancy it almost as though they have a natural aptitude too all things, but that would not be accurate, they are using themselves as reference to the magecraft they use allowing for them to have an aptitude greater than what is normally possible it is similar in nature to Imperial Privilege.
Mystery Beyond Earth (- Rank): As an existence not of Earth, the mystery retained within Mizuki's body is inaccessible to any authority on earth.
Information flashed through my head in an instant, as if I was being injected with information. It wasn't impossible to parse but it was quite overwhelming, before at last. It stopped. As I opened my eyes and saw myself falling.
I would be quite alarmed but it felt like I knew, I knew the planet would allow me to land.