Long ago on the southernmost peninsula of the Angorian continent their existed an secretive and ancient clan of Drethgoth Angorian tribe. One of ten Lost Angorian tribes, the history of the tribe Grimmjaw had become a mixture of fact and legend. Originally a warmongering tribe which controlled the southern coast of Angor, the tribe was said to be the scourge of the South: the fierce dominators of the dry volcanic, thought to be descended from Dragons. Members of this tribe were noted to be exceptionally large, even amongst other Drethgoth, and identifiable by their tough, scale like skin that acts as a natural armor.
But through the years times and opinions change and civilizations alter their shape. Eventually the clan would put down their weapons to pursue the finer points of civilization, moving to become a well civilized tribe. With their blood thirst as a people well quenched, they pursued the technology, sciences, and literature-- a step in the opposite direction of most of their Angori kin. For that reason Nakigahara was born to the wrong generation.
Born with the name Koil, the youngest son of the patriarch of the Grimmjow tribe, Nakigahara was always aggressive. As the son of the chieftain in this progressive Angori society, his parents stressed for him to pursue an education. Even so the young Koil would force conflict with his siblings, acting out his Angori nature. Despite all training and teaching, this child had an unquenchable thirst for blood, which was quite a conundrum for the tribal elders. He was fascinated by the tales of Arimir and his powerful war hammer, and his stories of conquest and glory.
And so these elders decided that something must be done to suppress the Angori bloodlust. Koil was bound and locked away in darkness for some time without contact. In this cold, dark cell, his obsession with death would not diminish, it would only increased. More and more he longed for combat. He would emerged from the cell an adult whose only friends were the voices in his head.
Recognizing that nothing could be done to change his son, the Grimmjaw chieftain decided to place his son amongst the ranks of the tribal guard, which saw little action outside of the occasional Scargrim nomad. When the conflict erupted in the north, Koil would urge his father to move to break the tribes neutrality to enter the fray. This was however, not out of a need to assist his Angori cousins but more to enter the fray and test himself amongst those Angori who still faught. When the patriarch of the tribe refused, Koil left the tribe to follow the trail of blood. He roamed alone, joining up with other clans for only a short time to fight along side them. It has been said that if a battle ended too quickly he would turn on those who he fought with, angry that they didn’t let them die slow enough.
He would continue traveling the continent of Angor, searching for and starting conflict, wars, and unrest. In his mind, all that he wished to do was plunge the already unstable continent into a complete state of war: a warriors paradise where the streets ran red with blood. He wanted to be greater than Dragoth--greater than Arimir-- uniting all Angori through mass warfare.
But eventually he would find that there was only so much he could do, as even the the Angori could be fed up with battle after long enough. He was alone in his desires and thus he would further drift into insanity. He believed himself to be the personification of death, a Death Shade. Only that would explain his unsatisfiable appetite. He returned to his tribe demanding that they stopped their foolish pursuit of knowledge and impose their will on the world. When they refused, he killed them one by one. The last one killed was his father, whose bones he would use to craft his war pike. It is said that only a few escaped, including his mother.
So he exiled himself--he preferred solitude to companionship anyway--in a remote forest in Sardia where he would spend many years in hermitage. In his solitude the Agori would drift deeper and deeper into his imagination, his twisted mind twisting reality around him. He desired ultimate power, so he began removing things that attached him to this world. First his name, then his “face”, and his identity as a whole. He ceased to see himself as an Angori, he was something more. He was conflict incarnate incarnate, a field of blood and tiers. He was Nakigahara.
But as he built himself up in his mind, he actually became less violent, no longer needing to slay entire villages to satisfy his bloodlust. While he still loved the act of stealing the life from a body, he assumed a more jovial nature. Nakigahara truly believed that he was a being that exists on multiple planes, and the act of killing was what bound him to Orn.
He would leave the forest, wandering from town to town living amongst people. Having repressed much of his memory prior to entering his hermitage, Nakigahara lived relatively normally as a number of towns’ resident crazy person.
Since coming to Jastrey and becoming a man of the law, Nakigahara is trying his damnedest to resist temptation and become a peaceful person. As time passes he is becoming increasingly more civilized. Seriously, he is.