Name: Mikazuki Hajime
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Village: Suna
Rank: B: wanderer.
Title: N/A
Clan: N/A
Bloodline: N/A
Element(s): N/A
Skill(s): Weapon Crafting | Kajiya 鍛冶屋. Sealing Techniques | Fūinjutsu 封印術. Puppet Techniques | Kugutsu 傀儡 Ninja Techniques | Ninjutsu 忍術.
Earth Release | Doton 土遁. x1 skill trade.
Stats
exp 200/2000 (remaining/total, including exp from trades but excluding 1650 starting exp)
Unique Abilities:
Seal-less Combat: Due to her missing her right arm, circumstance forced Mikazuki to find a way to perform jutsu without any hand movements. As such, she can perform jutsu without forming any hand seals.
Mo-Money: A player may start off with additional income, which the max amount correlates to the player's starting rank. Upon doing so 50% of all future income counts towards that sum with an interest of 50% as well. Genin: 80,000
Appearance:
Short. Mikazuki is very short, coming to only 162.4 centimetres due to a nutritionally poor upbringing and genetics but outside of that she is not very special visually. Perfectly blond hair, minus the red streaks decorating her fringe, frames oddly pale skin for someone who has lived their whole life in a desert and a pair of auburn eyes. The only other truly noteworthy, and contradictory element of her face claim, to mention is her lack of a right arm
Her clothing often consists of black skirts, a black half-jacket, a black shirt and a black girdle augmented by the rare dash of red. Black is a...pretty common colour in her wardrobe but it’s not the only colour she wears. When out and about under the harsh Land of Wind sun, she often throws a full body cloak, with hood, over her other clothes to protect from the wind, sand and sun. This cloak is often painted a sandy colour to better blend in with the deserts of the Land of Wind
History:
Personality:
Roleplay Sample:
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Village: Suna
Rank: B: wanderer.
Title: N/A
Clan: N/A
Bloodline: N/A
Element(s): N/A
Skill(s): Weapon Crafting | Kajiya 鍛冶屋. Sealing Techniques | Fūinjutsu 封印術. Puppet Techniques | Kugutsu 傀儡 Ninja Techniques | Ninjutsu 忍術.
Earth Release | Doton 土遁. x1 skill trade.
Stats
- Strength: D
- Constitution: C
- Stamina: B
- Speed: C
- Coordination: B
- Intelligence: B
- Perception: C
exp 200/2000 (remaining/total, including exp from trades but excluding 1650 starting exp)
Unique Abilities:
Seal-less Combat: Due to her missing her right arm, circumstance forced Mikazuki to find a way to perform jutsu without any hand movements. As such, she can perform jutsu without forming any hand seals.
Mo-Money: A player may start off with additional income, which the max amount correlates to the player's starting rank. Upon doing so 50% of all future income counts towards that sum with an interest of 50% as well. Genin: 80,000
Appearance:
- picture:
Short. Mikazuki is very short, coming to only 162.4 centimetres due to a nutritionally poor upbringing and genetics but outside of that she is not very special visually. Perfectly blond hair, minus the red streaks decorating her fringe, frames oddly pale skin for someone who has lived their whole life in a desert and a pair of auburn eyes. The only other truly noteworthy, and contradictory element of her face claim, to mention is her lack of a right arm
Her clothing often consists of black skirts, a black half-jacket, a black shirt and a black girdle augmented by the rare dash of red. Black is a...pretty common colour in her wardrobe but it’s not the only colour she wears. When out and about under the harsh Land of Wind sun, she often throws a full body cloak, with hood, over her other clothes to protect from the wind, sand and sun. This cloak is often painted a sandy colour to better blend in with the deserts of the Land of Wind
History:
- history:
The Land of Wind. A blasted desert of biting winds and blinding sand. It is not an easy place to survive when compared to the more “stable” ecologies of the other nations. This difficulty in survival is exacerbated for the travelling merchants of the land which was exactly what Mikazuki’s parents were. It was this lifestyle, bad genetics and just poor luck, that was mostly to blame for the complications involved in Mikazuki’s embryonic development and the “rough” way she was amputated. Not everyone has access to the quality of medical treatment present in the hidden villages anyway.
From the moment of her birth onwards Mikazuki was nothing but a burden. A cripple with only a single arm was harder to raise, feed, care for while also just generally not being able to contribute to the same degree as the rest of the trade caravan. It was fortunate that one of the elders, motivated more by a desire to not have dead weight hanging around, taught her the basics of puppetry (read: puppet strings) and...that was it.
The moment she was old enough to walk, talk and use puppetry Mikazuki was expected to contribute which was...difficult for her being armless. Fortunately, she was a savant when it came to jutsu and learned how to mould chakra into jutsu without hand signs and from there, she learned how to control enough chakra threads to manipulate objects with a single hand.
Sadly, it mattered not to what extent Mikazuki contributed as her community were nothing if not stubborn and judgemental. This natural aptitude is what allowed her to at least learn the basics of Fuinjutsu and Ninjutsu in general. She also managed to learn the basics of weapon forging from a few books she had acquired via trading.
It was this frankly unfair, if subtle and hidden, exclusivity behaviour she was subjected to that resulted in sowing the seeds of the dangerous behaviours Mikazuki developed in her later years. The status quo of being the “outsider” of her trading caravan, which only worsened when her parents were caught in a sandstorm while returning to the caravan and tragically died, could not last forever. It would not. Mikazuki would be seeing to that.
The great desert around Sunagakure was not an easy place to live nor was it a peaceful place, with criminal groups operating from the village always looking for an easy meal ticket or vulnerable groups to plunder. One of these groups descended on Mikazuki’s group, in part because she gave them the idea out of an elaborate revenge scheme, but dealing with criminals was never easy and they swiftly broke their agreements, plundering Mikazuki’s property (except for a single puppet blueprint that was lucky to be well hidden) just as much as they did the others,
And..that brings us up to the present. Twenty years old she was left with the clothes on her back, the only surviving camel, which had managed to run and avoid being slaughtered through sheer luck, and...little notion of what to do except what her MURDEROUS BLOODLUST demanded: Go after the criminals. Murder them and either take back her missing puppet blueprints or avenge their destruction but where will they lead her?
Personality:
- personality:
Anti-social, reserved, cold, emotionally distant. Mikazuki is the epitome of a Kuudere albeit a type one. Her personality is cold, blunt, dry and prone to sarcasm and snarky comments, even towards people she has a positive relationship with. As such she rarely says anything and what she does say is most often a snarky comment designed to mock or belittle. However, there is little malice in her actions. She simply says what she wants in the manner most natural to her. Malice as an emotion is...alien to her.
In fact, a lot of emotions are alien to Mikazuki. Love, romance, friendship, despair and jealousy. those few things we all take for granted are a thing Mikazuki, with her sheltered and withdrawn upbringing, has no experience dealing with. To her they are simply distractions. Headaches. Little things that only disrupt and disturb the peace she has found in her existence but as one might expect, everyone has a crack. A weakness, a chink in their armour and Mikazuki is no different but her’s are...dangerous.
To make this simple: Mikazuki is a yangire. A rarely seen, and even more dangerous, subtype of the yandere but there is a key difference, namely in what triggers them. Yanderes, as you most likely know, focus their violent tendencies around the target of their love but Mikazuki is different. Instead of “love” her trigger element is envy. Envy is one of the few emotions her emotionally stunted self does feel, and she hates it. The feeling is, to her, a vile cancer gnawing away at her and she does not
Feelings of envy can, and regularly do, drive her into a homicidal and almost murderous fury, only barely restrained or exercised in other ways. Things people have that she does not are the number one to make her snap and when she snaps, it is with the fury of a dying sun. It does not matter if it is wealth, status, a family, or even something as minor as a sweet. Envy, in any form, is her trigger but only when it’s people she cares about or has a relationship with.
This emotional difficulty, and just her general desire to be a shut in, is part of why she learned puppetry and the art of how to craft them. It demands she stays in doors, for an elongated period, and keeps her away from the deeply rooted cause of her emotional instability or perhaps, the puppetry came first, and the anti-social behaviour followed. Either way, the connection is present.
As a closing statement, the inner unstable nature of her emotions does often slip out to the surface when fighting. Mikazuki is violent and savage, brutally merciless in the way she dispatches foes but the truly concerning thing is, while her behaviour under combat duress is that of a violent slaughterer, her emotional state remains as calm and “static” as it always seems to be. It’s rather concerning to see her tearing people apart and making it rain red while seeming totally emotionally unaffected by it, at least once her mania passes.
Roleplay Sample:
- rp sample:
“DIE. DIE DIE DIE!” Pupils constricted, lips pulled back, veins bulging, muscles tensing. Her foot stomped repeatedly against the head of the lifeless body before her, eviscerated and quite thoroughly mangled by the chittering but static puppet behind her. It felt good...pounding, grinding, mulching, crushing this scum into the sands! The woman threw her head back, laughing with mania, clutching her forehead with the only limb she had.
“You see that?! You are dead! Dead! Grounded, minced, crushed, eviscerated, torn, ripped and shredded! And it serves you right! You stole from me; I steal from you! And what do you value more than your life?” The woman’s breathing was heavy, an almost aroused panting escaping from her flustered lips. She was so utterly into it that it took her a few moments to feel the pain of a Kunai digging into her shoulder.
When the pain registered, she did not scream, panic or despair as a moral normal person would. Instead, her head slowly turned, constricted pupils swivelling madly as she locked her eyes upon the fool who dared injure her. Her gaze came to rest upon a group of three people, clutching kunai and a small variety of improvised weapons. She took one step towards them, body hunched over before righting itself, standing up straight.
“Were you perhaps his friends?...I’m so sorry but he took from me and...oh right….one of you three hurt me. Hmmm...hmmm...ahhhh I’m feeling stressed….I’m angry….I’m envious...why did you have to hurt me and not tell me who…? I guess I’ll just need to…” The puppeteer flicked the wrist of her free hand, reforming the chakra strings that allowed her to control her puppet and began to manipulate it.
Stalker turned immediately and scuttled along the ground, coiling around its owner to protect her from another group of Kunai thrown at her. Two of the onlookers charged then, raising their curved swords high, shouting dramatically like it was William Wallace’s last stand.
“Shut up...shut up shut up SHUT UP!” The woman bellowed and leaped atop her puppet, sending it scuttling forwards through the absolutely mad amount of strings connecting her fingers to the puppet’s legs. It barreled down on the two charging thugs who did still swing their blades down upon Stalker only for them to bounce off, doing little more than chipping its surface. The duo did seek to move but it was too little too late for one of them.
Stalker descended upon them, the right most thug being bit clean in half while the second was smashed against a wall by the puppet’s lower rear half. The third of the group decided this was a good chance to try and flee, opting for the better part of valour as he scrambled for a nearby ladder, only to find his legs grasped from below.
“Ahahaha~ Are you running? You don’t like my puppet show? Uwah…….then die!” The puppeteer’s fingers danced, Stalker’s head moving close to that of the struggling and then the click of a Kunai being launched followed by nothing. The ranged thug’s movements stopped, their body falling from the ladder, a kunai lodged firmly within their skull. The kunoichi yanked her hand free, turning her twitching gaze towards the last surviving member.
“Hey...you don’t want to die right…?” the insectoid puppet that was her steed scuttled towards the third survivor, trembling with their back against the wall of a building. Face pale, arms weak, sword missing. All they could see was the slowly approaching monstrosity, ridden by this violent and manically laughing one armed woman. She jumped down from Stalker, the puppet standing still, and slowly approached the trembling man.
“Ahhh…~ That’s such a good expression you’re wearing….I want more...show me more...I want to see the face you make during your final moments…” With her only hand she clutched the face of her succulent meal, softly rubbing it with a gaze that could only be described as passionate and lustful.
“Aaaah….die for me okay…?~” She then stepped away from them and with a simple flick of her wrist, her puppet lunged onto the poor fool. With a content and happy smile of satisfaction on her face she walked away from the mess behind her. This was Mikazuki. Dangerous, violent, unstable but...but ahh…! It was not her fault…! They stole her property...they injured her….!
“Oh right….I did get hurt didn’t I?..” She reached up and tore the kunai lodge in her back free, dropping it on the floor. Suddenly, her personality changed. The mania passed, the mad grip upon her mind was released and she felt, looked and acted as normal as one could be. She walked away from the carnage behind her, pulling a scroll free from her belt and sealing her puppet back into it.
As innocent as a fairy the puppeteer pondered what to do for dinner, tapping her chin in a manner that could only be characterised as childlike. After such an exciting evening she would need something to eat. She vanished into the sandy streets of Sunagakure, following her nose and her stomach to a delightful meal.
