So, everyone else who has characters in DJ Diddy Dog Kiva Form's Kamen Rider Tournament story has been writing backgrounds for their characters. Well, since only one of mine has come out so far, I'll show you a bit of his.

Yes, I know I could write more, or a different part, but I haven't really seen much – other than in the main story (and I'm really sorry if I screw this up for you, DJ!!) – as to how the others got their belts. So here's Isild's story. When my other character shows up, I'll put hers up too.

Disclaimer: I do not own the meeting of Isild to the group, nor do I own Zeronos. The story plot writes itself.

Kamen Rider Tournament: Back Story – Isild Kildrash, Kamen Rider Zeronos.

"Isild!! Isild where are you?!"

This had been the third time the woman had called him in the past half an hour. He wouldn't answer, though. He was training. The reason was unknown, but it was the answer he would always give in recent months.

"I'm training, sis!"

Ever since he received a package in the mail, Isild Kildrash had been keeping to himself and would usually be found around the Kansas farm's barn. He'd be weight-lifting hay or pulling equipment from one side to the other and back again. The young 22-year-old had never been this intense before.

You see, normally Isild was much more relaxed. He was a carefree spirit and a flirt by nature. It wasn't his fault – all the girls just tended to naturally fall for him, no matter how bad the pick-up line. All he had to do was enter a room and nine times out of ten any girl that was in there would swarm to him.

"Isild, would you please come in? Mom and dad are getting worried that you're not eating enough."

Hearing this made the older of the two stop dragging the piece of machinery. He dropped the end and made his way to the entry way of the small building. Grabbing the towel that was hanging off one of the nails, Isild wiped the sweat from his brow.

The two Kildrash siblings strode side by side to the house. It wasn't much of a place to live. It was two stories and had four bedrooms, three baths, a living area, a kitchen, a dining area and a den.

"What's all this training for? There surely can't be anything that important can there?"

Isild stopped in mid-stride. His younger sister after taking a few steps turned toward him. She gazed into his eyes, the worry evident. His own gaze was solid as he stared back at her.

"It's more important than you know, sis. Don't you want to get away from the farm? To go to college and not have to worry about money each year because of the crops? To accomplish your dream of going into media and editing big named movies or well-known shows?"

"Not if it mea-"

"I'm not doing this for me. I'm doing this so you have a chance to go to school. That package is allowing me to do what's needed."

"Isild…"

The young man in question sighed. He would have to tell her about what the package was about.

!!FLASHBACK!!

"Son! You have a package!"

Isild looked up from his computer. He had been working on some documents for his job. He stood up and left his desk, making his way down the stairs.

"Haven't ordered anything recently… Not even for the tractor…"

The older man handed his son the package. He chuckled as the younger gazed at it. "You sure it not one of your girls? After all, you do have one in nearly every county from here the Colorado border."

"Dad… come on… You know I've only dated a couple."

"But you still flirt with the others."

"True… which is probably why I'm single."

Mr. Kildrash laughed as Isild made his way back up the stairs to his room. As soon as he was in and the door was closed, the young man examined the box more. There were Japanese characters on the package in several places. It was addressed to him in the English alphabet and numbering system.

"Who is this from?" he questioned quietly.

Carefully he opened the box only to find that a set of three strange cards and an odd looking belt were present. He lifted the belt and looked it over. It was of strange design and it appeared that the cards would match in some strange fashion.

"Who would send me something like this?"

That's when the young man noticed the paper at the bottom of the box. He lifted it up and read what had been written for him. The handwriting seemed frantic, yet calm at the same time.

I entrust this Zeronos belt and its power to you. Use this well in the tournament. Maybe we'll meet in time to come or time past. You chose, but don't lose the cards.

P.S. Should you find my former comrade… Well… You'll figure it out.

Isild took one of the cards into his hand. It was solid and shiny black. There was a golden green stripe on one side, while on the other was a yellow one.

"Don't lose the cards…"

!!END FLASHBACK!!

"That's why, Liz… I didn't tell you until now because I learned about what the tournament was… What it's for," the spiky haired young man told his sister looking up at the star-filled sky. For some reason, he felt drawn to gaze at them.

"Were you told why not to lose the cards?" Liz questioned.

"No… The note just said not to lose them. Anyway, that shouldn't matter… I'm going to the tournament," was the answer, "even if it is a little dangerous."

"A little dangerous?! With everything you've been doing? I've seen your weapon… I've seen your uniform… What you're doing is-"

"I'm doing this to get you passage into college."

Liz, being the little sister she was, hurried to her big brother. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. A smile graced Isild's lips as he held her gently.

"Then let me do something for you… okay?"

"Do something…?"

"Something to remind you why you're doing this incase you get a big head while fighting or flirting with girls during the tournament."

!!8 WEEKS LATER!!

Isild sat in a bar that was just a few blocks from the tournament arena. He was nursing a beer that he had been drinking for a while now – at least two hours anyway. He had yet to be called to fight so he had time to relax and flirt with the girls around him.

Of course, he wasn't allowed to forget why he was there. He wore the reminder daily. Liz had made him a jacket of leather. It was an unmistakable emerald-like green with an ebony Z on the back. It fit him well and he had to admit that this was one of those things that made him wonder if she was going into the right field for college.

"Sweety, your eyes are like shimmering sapphires in pools of the finest crè-"

He found that he was interrupted by a ruckus just a little way down the bar. A drunkard – the guy's name was Larry if he heard right – was bugging a young woman. She had three men near her – all the three, it appeared, being her companions. All four seemed to interest Isild, but the young woman was top on his list at the moment.

"Sorry hun," he spoke calmly, calling up the crossbow-formed version of the ZeroGasher, "I'm gonna have to take a rain check."

As the girl was grabbed by the throat, the Zeronos fighter noticed one of her comrades start to stand. He wouldn't be needed though, Isild though as he fired off the shot before standing from his chair. It knocked the drunkard out, but he'd be back up in minutes.

"Let me say this to start... that's no way to treat a lady," he spoke out loud. Somewhere in the back of his mind he could have sworn he hear someone call him an idiot.

As two of the guys with the young woman escorted the man out, she spoke to Isild.

"Thanks for the help."

He gave a quick laugh, a sparkle in his eyes that he had almost lost from being away from home. "No thank yous are necessary, my dear... only doing what I would always do if someone was in danger," he spoke honestly, then bowed as though he was an actor on the stage, "Allow me to introduce myself: my name is Isild Kildrash... but you can call me Kamen Rider Zeronos!"

Little did he figure that this one encounter would change how he would go through the Kamen Rider tournament.