Post by Nishimura Mari on Mar 4, 2012 17:58:42 GMT -7
nishimura mari
[/color][/font]NINETEEN || FEMALE (REVERSE TRAP) || CHUUNIN || KURAI (FOR NOW) || IWAGAKURE ||
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I REFUSE TO BE COMPARED TO ANYONE, I'M TELLING YOU THE TRUTH.
IF WE'RE TALKING ABOUT VALUE, I'M A MILLION DOLLAR BABY.
ANYONE WHO HAS A CLUE KNOWS IT, SO FIND OUT
GRAB ANYONE AND ASK: WHO IS THE BEST?
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“I don't remember when I stopped caring. I fucking hate everyone.”
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aliases |
CBRNe-tan, Vermilion Bird, Gun-toting Princess.
→ appearance |
Not many see her cinnamon complexion or lanky stature, and she'd like to think her spirit is what makes her large and not just her height (around 5'4"). She has some muscle around her arms and legs from the usual running and jumping, forced into the occasional arm-wrestling match with her fellow guys. Her hair is dirty blonde border lining orange, short and curly with the ends just touching the nape of her neck. Mari's facial features are rather attractive in a pretty-boy way. Her narrow eyes, honey-colored and filled to the brim with sarcasm are the most notable. If viewed from afar she can be mistaken as a teenage boy if she wears baggy clothes that hide her slim form and long limbs. She also looks damn sexy in a tuxedo.
When Mari participates in Kurai activities, she uses a jutsu that changes her appearance so no one who knows her wouldn't be more ashamed of her more than they already were. Her bangs generally stay the same style although they grow out a bit more and her hair lengthens to the small of her back, black as pitch. Her skin grows deathly pale and her stomach becomes flatter (in her opinion). Her nose and eyes become more narrow, irises changing to frozen ice. After tying her hair into an asymmetrical ponytail she often wears a black hoodie with two white stripes going down the sides of each arm. Her attire is rather skimpy in what she considers her gang persona, only wearing a black bikini top and dark shorts underneath.
→ proper equipment |
She dons a simple fitted lavander hoodie and shiny black leggings that stop a few inches above the knee. She usually leaves the hoodie half-way unzipped, wearing the ever-popular netted t-shirt underneath. It's up for debate whether she wears a bra or actually needs one, since the lack of curve in her body leaves something to be desired. Bruises and cuts litter her body almost like moles, they're a natural occurance that's just accepted.
→ identifiers |
She also hides a tattoo saying 'live fast die young' on the small of her back. She doesn't remember how she got it other than it hurt like hell and it was probably free.
→ inventory |
- Twenty exploding tags, five fakes.
- One grenade and two flash grenades.
- Two spools of wire.
- Fifteen senbon.
- Ten shuriken and kunai.
- A swiss army knife. It has two blades, tweezers, a toothpick, corkscrew, can opener, bottle opener, two different screwdrivers, a nail file, a saw, file, hook, magnifying glass, pen, fish scaler, wrench, pliers, and a key-ring.
→ strengths |
- Taijutsu. Even when she's not winning, she loves the burn that comes with getting hit and the strain on her body. It makes her want to try harder, push herself further until she's at the brink of killing someone. Her brute force and technique is almost admirable.
- Weapons. Kurai counts on her and a handful of skilled people who know what they're doing to make heads roll in new and fun ways. If she didn't know how to use it then she wouldn't be a good weapons-dealer, would she? Mari knows her way around a blade too (it's not that hard there's only one pointy end most of the time). She can handle a lot of weapons better than most chuunin and even go against some jounin without much trouble.
- Also well-versed in chemistry.
- Above average in ninjutsu.
- Not exactly stupid when it comes to strategies, if anything she just throws in the towel too easily.
- Not very skilled in genjutsu but can recognize them.
- She's pretty good at binge drinking and isn't afraid to gloat about it.
- Relatively fast, given the amount of shit she totes around.
- Playing guitar or dancing (not that ballet crap either). She can bang out a tune pretty quickly, and only has to listen to a song a couple of times before she can make a fair duplication.
→ weaknesses |
- Pretty much a glass cannon in that she can deal an impressive amount of damage in a short period of time, but most of the time her attacks are rather predictable and can leave some area of herself undefended.
- Doesn't usually defend. Would rather take a hit or dodge to show how awesome she is.
- Her addiction to drugs, smoking, and alcohol.
- Her attitude tends to rub people the wrong way almost automatically. Even the people on her side hate her guts.
- Generally unused to not being hated or being hit on in any sort of way, so most of the time she keeps up a heavy wall of denseness and will disregard any sort of flirty behavior. However if a person keeps at it, her demeanor will change from vicious to skittish. Although Mari hates running, she will try to leave those kinds of situations if they become too much.
- Gets bored rather easily. Would rather start trouble than wait for it.
- Her feelings of self-worth are in the toilet.
→ personality |
The word that would describe Mari would be rebellious. The blonde is naturally attracted toward anything bad for her, and tends to be one of those bad things that just happens to others. She's spirited and will absolutely will get up in your face if something's wrong. Although she believes in talking things out, she never beats around the bush in conversation and can be quite insensitive when asking questions. Even then, she's honest and tries not to give a shit. Most of the time she rotates between frustrated and downright pissed off, but forgives quickly around friends. It's hard to get a genuine smile from her since she's so bitter. Despite this, she's the person to go to if you're looking for a good time. She likes to think all of the dirty slums and streets are her home-field.
Her extensive talent in cursing often leads most to think it's her second language. She tends to be a fun-magnet one way or another, her thoughts on random subjects varying from 'pretty out there' to 'unbelievable'. Some find it amazing she thinks at all, jumping into battle with complete disregard for her own safety. Gambling is second nature, and she'll often risk it all even when she knows the odds are slim. Her reactions to losing or being outdone are somewhat amusing. Sulking and accusing the other person of cheating usually follows.
On the other hand Mari rarely desires anything, so when she does she will actively pursue it. Her persistance with others may be her only charm, as well as her habit of literally throwing people gifts to get in their favor. Depression is rarely reflected on her face, and she compensates for the insecurity that weighs on her by being childishly over-confident. Even when she's acutely aware of how weak she is, she tries not to show it. If there are walls blocking the goal the best way to win is to cheat or kick them down without remorse, then rub it in. She tends to calm down around the solemn types (or harass them more it really depends), considering others who smoke or drink kindred.
In the rare event someone she cares for is in jeopardy, Mari's emotional constipation is glaringly obvious. She can't form words in serious situations or even think, and never had the talent for rallying crowds or delivering speeches. Even if she tries to lighten the atmosphere it's half-hearted at best. If she can't laugh it off, it's better off being ignored to hide how scared she is.
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[/size][/b][/center]“I like fighting, drugs, and guns. That's all ya need to know.”
→ likes |
Fighting, drugs, guns, making guns, firing guns, manga, violent movies, grenades, lock picking her way into houses, kicking down doors (her favorite), various weapons, smacking people in the face with fly-swatters, refilling beer cans with soy sauce, setting shit on fire, fire in general, leather, pointy spikes, tough boots, metallic nail polish, salty foods, dancing, raspberries, explosions, blood, dancing, hanging out with the rest of the gang, writing on a person's face, cooking, gore, drinking, drugs, playing guitar, and thinking the entire world deserved what it got.
→ dislikes |
Hangovers, relapsing, being forced to wear girly shit, pearls, guys who automatically assume she's gay, ponies, tights, waking up not knowing where she is, any mention of her family, girls who pretend to be weak, hitting rock bottom, throwing up, getting sick, pets, not knowing where she fits in, getting lost, anything paranormal, losing anything at all ever, almost dying, knowing no one will probably care when she does, scented candles, players, pedophiles, papercuts, being scolded, when she sits alone at the bar for the rest of the night, romantic shit, and the uncertain future.
→ romantic history |
Souyaku (known as Sou) | unknown | alive
Sou prefers to think of himself as a gentleman, as he's rather polite and calm in conversation. It's a shame no one thinks of him that way, including Mari. Everyone knows under the gas mask he wears there's a horrible person underneath. He's been a dealer as long as Kurai's been around and maybe even before that, but he shows true appreciation for selling drugs and then watching his faithful buyers rot with addiction and eventually disappear. It's just the way the business works, he holds no grudges against anyone. He offered Mari a new life, a new path and in a way can be considered her mentor for everything. Several times she's owed him her life, but since her being isn't worth much at all she continues to work for Kurai with him. Sou considers her his guinea pig and private property. Although Mari constantly bitches at him and tells him to leave her alone and stop touching her because they aren't like that, he still does it. They get in a lot of physical fights too.
→ ideal partner |
Someone kind. Someone who would like her... it's too much to ask.
→ habits |
Smoking. She tries not to, but before she knows it she's flicking her thumb so she can make a flame without a lighter and searching her pockets for a spare cancer-stick. Drinking is also something she does on the daily basis, but when she's not reaching for a can or bottle she's usually fiddling around with some kind of schematic or bits and pieces of a weapon. Sometimes she says she's 'calibrating'.
→ fears |
Not much. Dying's not big on her list, but she does worry about it. She's also scared of ghosts because fuck them showing up wherever they want.
→ dreams |
Making Kurai known for having the best friggin' weapons. Having a place to live would be nice too.
→ nightmares |
Becoming Sou's chew-toy, being useless.
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“Back off, or you'll wish you were dead.”
→ gear |
1x katana [Black Dragon]
1x small scroll that keeps her arm cannon [Black Streak]
2x medium-sized scrolls filled with butterfly knives [Sharp Pain]
5x medium-sized scrolls filled with pipe bombs
1x large scroll filled with pipe bombs
5x medium-sized scrolls filled with blunderbusses [Spring Thunder]
1x large scroll filled with blunderbusses [Spring Thunder]
→ fighting style |
The best way to describe Mari's fighting style is monstrous, taijutsu and ninjutsu-wise. She doesn't smile, eyes dilated expecting destruction. And that's what she does. She was made to break things, overwhelm and stun and never back down. She will use everything in her arsenal to let the sky rain brass petals. There's something inhuman about the glow in her eyes when some jackass group tries to pick a fight with Kurai. She's the complete opposite during a spar or bounty hunting, all smirks and sarcasm. She tends to fight more tactically as well.
→ elemental nature |
Katon, a little bit of raiton but she doesn't like it when her hair gets all staticky so screw it.
→ chakra control level |
She has average control and pretty good efficiency. It could be better, but it's okay for her style of fighting and certainly isn't comparable to a genjutsu master. But nobody likes those kinds of people anyway, they have no friends.
→ kekkei genkai | n/a.
→ kg mastery level | n/a.
→ overall abilities |
ninjutsu | 4/5
taijutsu | 4.5/5
genjutsu | 3/5
intelligence | 3.5/5
strength | 4.5/5
speed | 4/5
stamina | 4/5
hand seals | 1.5/5
Total: 29
→ mission stats | A-rank: 6, B-rank: 34, C-rank: 36, D-rank: 20, etc.
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“I don't got a life story. Leave me alone.” [/center]
→ family |
Nishimura Akio | fourty-five | father | alive
Amazu Pai | thirty-seven | mother | alive
→ friends |
Metsudo Kame | eighteen | Kurai
A young woman who came from a small, unknown village miles away from Iwagakure. Almost the entire population of her village had been slaughtered during a raid, a famine following shortly afterward. No one knows quite how Kame survived, though she insists it was horrible and refuses to talk about it. She has a thick accent and is undergoing training to become a medic. Constantly worries about Mari and the bruises she recieves from Sou.
Souyaku (known as Sou) | unknown | unknown
See romantic history.
→ history |
The downward spiral began with an emotionless man and thoughtless woman. Nishimura Akio was only twenty-four and believed he had decades ahead of him, yet couldn't decide his purpose. He was known for his talent as a jounin, but when a fight permenantly severed several muscle tendons in his side he decided to withdraw from missions. He could lead his men well, and too many of them couldn't accept he would be retiring at such an early age. With nowhere left to go, Akio was left without a career and found himself constantly lapsing into moments where he would just forget everything, because he felt like he had nothing. It was hard for him to get riled up about anything other than bloodshed, but there were thousands of activities. Surely one would be able to satisfy him for the time being. His search lasted a few months before he gave in. Menial tasks just weren't for him, and although he tried to trick himself into enjoying it there was nothing. He could only think about before he got injured. That self-hatred and emptiness gradually began to seep into his being, causing more harm than any physical injury. Most of his family drifted away, and he was considered unapproachable even by his closest friends.
Akio was roaming the streets when he saw a familiar face roaming about months later. A young woman smoking a cigarette, greasy blonde tresses outlining the intensity of her masacara-clumped gaze. He recognized her, barely. She could be dressed in rags, hair shaved off and he'd know her. The strength of her small frame. The softness of her lips when they curled into an apathetic smile. When they were fourteen and young they were on the same team. Since the first time they met Akio knew there was something not quite right with her. Amazu Pai was a cruel, faultless little girl. She fought without any regard to how vicious she looked, teeth bared. She moved like a panther and used brute strength to overwhelm anyone who dared ask to spar with her. Even though she was usually so friendly and popular with the other students, when she fought her body screamed for everyone to get away and back off. It scared the teachers. Rumors went around that her family had been in turmoil since she got pregnant at the age of twelve. The mystery was what happened to the baby; no one knew. When Akio saw the scar on her stomach the thought crossed his mind. He could ask. But there was no relationship between them, no trust. He was the creepy kid who sat by himself and read books to pass the time while she was busy charming anyone in her path. Two different worlds.
Being on the same team changed that. Was it loneliness, or something else? He didn't know how she ended up sitting next to him, hands eagerly tugging the book out of his hands with that grin. He didn't know how they ended up sleeping in the same tent on missions, her back pressed against his. Akio had no clue why she kept talking to him, even when he was turned away and it was so obvious he was trying to ignore her. Sometimes he had caught her watching him, crystal eyes shimmering. She was staring at him, smiling like she'd found a lost treasure she was going to keep for herself. Akio sputtered, the spine of his favorite book hitting the floor. He didn't know what she wanted, but if she'd just leave him alone that would be great. She still kept coming after him, badgering him day after day. He even had to grab her wrist when she tried to brush the snowy bangs out of his eyes. The white-haired boy snapped, asking why she had to bother him. Pai smiled and hugged his arm. Yes, she had admired him from afar. Nishimura Akio, the boy with eyes like broken glass. There was something morbid about him that was appealing. She liked talking to normal guys, but Akio was different. His eyes widened. She thought the same thing he did... It was fascinating. They were genin, and weren't quite sure what this feeling was. In some ways, it made him sick to his stomach.
He wasn't sure what happened after. They went on a few missions and everything was fine, but just a couple of days before their last mission before the chuunin exams... Akio wasn't exactly sure how it happened. It was late at night and he was sleeping, until he heard the locks on his windows being fiddled with and padded feet walking over to his bed. She straddled him and began to take off her clothes. By the time he realized what was going on he could feel the warmth of her hips over his and gave in. It was awkward, even slightly painful. Then, the next day everything returned to normal or even went a step further, almost pressing the rewind button on the sequence of events in which they met. Instead of being completely enraptured by Nishimura Akio, Pai was amusing herself with other cute genin. He let her. There was something about the way she used people that he couldn't get over. They grew much farther apart, then. There was no reason for him to stay close to her if she was already bored. Just teammates, not even that. Far, far away. He didn't want anything to do with her.
That was what he thought. Yet, there she was. They were both still children, in a way. She certainly hadn't grown up at all, pouting and running over as soon as she saw his face. Apparently he hadn't grown up either. He still asked her if sometihng was wrong, and when she looked at him with that hurt face he was the one that decided maybe she could try to explain what happened at his house. He had a weakness for her, but Pai was the one who fell in love first. His kindness, the way he pushed her away, the way the sun glinted off his glasses... Akio was different from any other guy she played with. She couldn't tell whether he cared or didn't, and there was something attractive about the way he put his hands around her waist. She wasn't sure if she wanted him forever, but she wanted him to want her.
Akio wasn't sure how he felt when he woke up in bed next to her again, he really tolerated her more than anything else. He wound up with her most of the time, even more than the friends he commonly spoke to. In a way, he felt comfortable with her knowing that she would never judge him. She saw him the way she saw everyone else- a person. No more, no less. It was a trait he admired. Pai didn't mind listening to him talk about his favorite novels or theories either. He could revel in her company. He didn't know if it was love, but he did want to spend every moment with her, so he didn't complain when she dragged her stuff to his door. Eight months later, he proposed. They had an extremely small wedding with only a handful of family members and friends, but it was fine. They were in love, and he knew that his future would be much brighter with Pai holding his hand.
A couple of days after the first anniversery of their marriage, Pai discovered she was pregnant. Akio was finally beginning to settle into the idea of having a family with her. He was finally beginning to make head-way as an author, but often times Pai would leave home in favor of supporting her friends when they left for missions. He didn't realize it until he got a phone call from the doctor a few streets down, saying that she had been found with a couple of her organs hanging out like a broken puppet. Apparently her best friend had returned to Iwagakure with a huge group of bandits on their tail. Pai just happened to be there at the time and she managed to kill five, and inflict bodily harm onto several others before being cut down herself. It had been a valiant effort given her condition, but in the end, was it worth the price? Akio took a long stroll down the bleached hallways and considered what might have been. She sustained a lot of damage to her stomach and left shoulder, and some of her intestines had to be stuffed back inside before actually healing the wound. The embryo was gone. It had taken a heavy beating and he imagined it smashed to bits as the doctors informed him they would remove it for the sake of her health. No. He didn't want to look at the remains. Even when Pai woke up screaming and cried into his chest and the nurse stood there reminding them they could always have another, it wasn't enough.
Months later when Pai had stopped apologizing, he could only watch as she went on trying to pretend that nothing happened. They might not have kept the child anyway. She didn't tell him yet so they'd never know... right? The few nights they spent together felt like an eternity of longing, and he couldn't sleep in the same bed as her anymore without hearing a child's voice wailing as Pai laid there, unmoving. It hurt to even think. He wasn't even sure he loved her, or that he wanted that responsibility. Eventually he closed himself off from the world. Pai began to get worried about his state of mind. A few weeks passed before she hesitantly informed him she had gotten pregnant again. Everything was fine, see?
When Mari was born, Akio never went to the hospital. They never discussed a name for the child and no one really wanted to know what had happened. It was sad when the doctor knew her husband's location moreso than she did. Pai eventually named her Maho, with the kanji for reality and sail. It was a perfect description for their relationship. Reality was setting in on the both of them. The new mother cradled the baby in her arms, taking in the little girl's chubby cheeks and fragile skin. She wouldn't be a good mother for this child, she knew that. But she'd be damned if it was because she didn't try. Even on opposite ends of the same house, Amazu Pai knew she couldn't be worse off. Though she said everything would be fine, Akio could see right through those lies. This child wouldn't replace the one they lost, losing someone didn't work that way. Pai hoped she could love the little girl and train her to be strong, even if it had to be by herself.
Five years and several birthday parties later, Pai found another guy after dropping Mari off at the baby sitter's. Mari was growing up well, and the mother was proud she'd managed to keep the promise she made to herself for the little girl to live a normal life. Minus the affairs she carried. The man Pai had been seeing wasn't kind, but at least he looked at her and talked to her. At least he acted like he loved her and would touch her. Akio disliked even seeing her shadow, nevermind their child's. It was a fight she wasn't willing to pick with him. A few days after Mari's fifth birthday, the female jounin invited her playmate to come over to their house. Akio rarely stayed there anymore, so it would be fine. Even with the loneliness that settled into her gut as her lips clashed against someone who was clearly not her husband... it was fine. She really just wanted the pain to go away. In the back of her mind she heard the click of the door unlocking and little feet walking down the hallway. Pai and the man's clothes were both discarded on the ground when the door opened.
A little girl with big honey eyes watched in horror as her mother did... something very disturbing to someone who wasn't her father. The plastic ball in her hand dropped to the ground and began to roll away. Pai tried not to act surprised, although she was actually scared out of her mind. She said that mommy was doing something very important so Maho should go wait upstairs and play like a good girl, okay? Mari nodded and waddled upstairs, though she wasn't very happy her mom was paying so much attention to this stranger and not to her. And weren't people only supposed to be naked in the bathroom? How disgusting; but she really wanted to know what exactly they were doing, so she asked Akio about it. The next night she overheard a bitter exchange of words that lasted for hours. Her mom's voice occasionally started to falter and choke, but Akio wouldn't listen. They argued about everything from the house to Mari's education until the sun was setting and she began to wonder if they forgot they had a child, that she was right there and truly wanted to think that they loved each other.
Those arguments lasted until their voices went hoarse, until one day Pai said she had enough and announced she was filing for divorce. Neither of them realized, or cared, that Mari was standing in the shadows right around the corner. Amazu Pai quickly packed her bags and left, though a part of her knew that this meant she was going back on her promise to love Mari constantly. It was a shame there was no other way, she knew how dangerous it was to leave Iwagakure and couldn't risk taking her young child with her. She turned around the corner and felt her shirt being tugged on with small, shaking hands. It was fine, the blonde said while patting Mari's hair, mom was just going on a long mission and she'd be back soon but until then she had to be a good girl. Unsure of what her words meant, Mari nodded. Pai smiled and left, pawning her wedding ring a few days later.
That left a five year old Mari alone in a big house. She knew her father was in a room somewhere, but he probably locked the door and she wouldn't be able to reach the knob anyway. She sat in the dark for hours and played with her toys until nightfall, when she turned on a light. Akio didn't want to see her, nor did he realize Pai had left her in his care. He poured all of his being into writing his next book, leaving Mari by herself. She didn't know what happened, but suddenly the joyful childish life she had before had dimmed to leave her in the pitch black. It was fine. She could do this on her own, if no one loved her or wanted her she could raise herself. She didn't need them either...
The next four or five years Mari tried to raise herself. It didn't always go as planned, of course since she was just a kid, but she did try. However her school grades did drop significantly and she became a lot more aggressive compared to other students. The few times Akio did attempt to communicate with her resulted in broken frames and claw marks and hateful screaming while he just stood there with that blank look on his face. She got in trouble several times for biting and hitting. It was attention, but it wasn't the kind of attention Mari wanted. Once when she came home with a report card that notified her parent of her failure in the majority of classes, Akio said nothing. He walked past her and continued upstairs with the child at his heels, shouting at him. Mari grabbed his arm and they wrestled but he pushed and her heel slipped, and then she could see the stairs, falling, until she turned back and saw his face and she knew he didn't feel sorry at all- head slamming against the bottom of the stairs, Mari decided maybe she would be better off dead anyway. No, she'd live. Just to spite him.
At ten, Mari integrated into the ninja academy because she wanted to. Already she showed problems playing well with others, usually testing out shuriken or kunai on the other kids out of jealousy. The adolescent saw the little boys and girls with their parents and hated them. The teachers hoped she'd eventually calm down as the months went by, but that wasn't likely. She dedicated herself to learning about as many weapons as possible, what made them break and how to hit a person just right. There was so much frustration welling up in her body over not being noticed that she had to kick or punch something when she got home, often a mirror or a wall. On one occasion she actually managed to break her door off its hinges by kicking it so hard it split. As the door crumpled and fell to the ground, Mari couldn't help but laugh. Everything broke so easily she just had to hit it enough, and she didn't have to feel anything. No guilt or sorrow. It gave her an idea.
It would take another year before anyone ever considered letting Mari on a team, never mind trying for the chuunin exams. By that time everyone knew her as Mari, since she loathed the name her mother gave her. Before even talking to her teammates, she hated them just from the looks on their faces. They were smiling. They had a lot to be happy about, right? There was a lot to look forward to, wasn't there? A happy future with grinning parents and birthday cakes and streamers. Her fists clenched together until blood seeped into her nails. After their first meeting concluded Mari used the money she stole from her father's wallet to buy a wooden baseball bat and a box of nails. She spent the entire night working on it... the first weapon she ever made.
Granted, the entire plan had been doomed from the start. The two boys she'd been assigned to work with knew something was wrong the moment she offered they head to the training grounds after becoming chuunin. The tension and sheer resentment caused bursts of fire chakra to flood through her hands. Even though the other teens were pretty fast, nothing prepared them for the amount of wood and metal that struck them and no one really guessed that Mari might have been something more than a little troublemaker who didn't fit in. By the time their instructor realized what was going to happen and arrived at the scene, it was too late. One had been beaten comatose and the other had severe injuries to the back and neck. An irregular pattern of nails protruded from the bat all dented and curved with gore, almost smiling at the feat. The jounin quickly knocked Mari out and carried all three of them to the nearest hospital.
Iwagakure wasn't prepared, never prepared for anything like that to happen. It certainly hadn't happened in the past, but no one wanted rumors flying out to other countries saying how one genin went positively berserk with no provocation. Mari had been classified as mentally unstable and was placed under one year of constant watch by the medical staff. Her father's reputation had taken a turn for the worse since the incident, so he simply refused to visit her at all. Not that Mari cared. She had been doing just fine conversing with the other patients classified with mental disorders, even making friends with a former shinobi who was known for having kleptomania. She watched the patient as she shared her pile of knick-knacks and broken weapons, fiddling with them to make shanks or other makeshift weapons. Mari quickly took on a similar hobby, using anything she could get her hands on to see how deadly she could make it. Her new hobby caused her to become less aggressive when dealing with everything else, causing the doctors to tentatively label her as recovered and released her. She didn't want to go home so she stayed on the streets in between missions.
That was where she met Sou. He was hardly a nice guy but after talking for a few days he offered her a place to stay. He offered her a lot, her first cigarette and her first needle. However she didn't have the money to pay him back, and eventually that debt caused her to ask him if there was anything she could do in return. He told her there were options, but the easiest would be if she worked with him selling drugs to various gangs. Mari would work for the underground businesses for several years, doing what she could to scrape by without any help while fine tuning her mastery in weapons and ninjutsu. Along the way she met a girl named Kame who was a distant relative of Sou, and the two became quick friends.
When Mari turned sixteen she heard that the Hokage had been captured, but had little reaction to it. Dumb bitch. She couldn't find a reason to care about that at all. Oh, poor Konohagakure. Boo hoo. Everyone could go to hell for all she cared, maybe that kidnapping would be the start. If anything, her life only existed for violence now. However, Sou mentioned looking into the gang that started the whole thing would probably be worthwhile. Who knew, maybe there were some reasonable investments to be made over there as well. Mari's interest in firearms and other alternative weapons had just kicked in by then, so she figured it would be a plus for her and Kurai if she joined. It was a pretty easy decision on her part.
Mari has been loyal to Kurai ever since, joining the small talented group in charge of weapon development within the gang. There were several close calls where she over-dosed or almost drank herself to oblivion, but she never really bothered to care. There was no reason to. Even with the rules binding shinobi broken, she was still wandering hopelessly for some place to fit in. Other Kurai members barely tolerated her, leaving her to often stay with Sou, which had... varying unfortunate outcomes depending on his mood. Either way, she has zero expectations for the future and isn't planning on being proven wrong.
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“We should hang out sometime. Did I really say that? Shit... get the hell outta my face.”
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→ did you read the rules? | Sakura is master commanderuguu~.
→ timezone | Eastern.
→ rp sample |(taken from an old thread)
Mari cracked one of her shoulders, rolling the joint lazily as she trotted through the area. Despite hating Iwa, she could say without a doubt, Yukigakure was a lot worse. Like holy-shit-look-at-the-hurricane-of-hate 'a lot'. The people there were about as cold as the snow the place was known for. She just wanted to set the place on fire, at least that would give it more energy. But no, she was here for a mission that was paying a surprisingly large amount for just questioning a witness for shit. At least, that's what she thought it said. She was too busy being pissed at Kashii to give a flying fuck about the details.
Jeez. That crybaby blockhead dumbass idiot! Even thinking about it made her ticked. And... she wouldn't admit it, but it hurt a lot to hear him say those sorts of things. Even though she'd heard them before. Maybe... it would be better to go back to what she had been. A full-fledged drug addict, determined to drown in hallucenogenic bliss. When she was like that, people said things that were even worse. But she was too high or dead to feel anything. On the streets 24/7, her parents gave up long ago. Everyone knew that spot in the back of the alleyway was hers, that sitting there was asking for a kick in the groin. And she still didn't hurt, not like this.
It wasn't the time to think about this. She snapped out of her thoughts, approaching a run-down shithole of a... was this the place? Pulling out the map, the blonde traced the red lines on thet thin paper. This had to be it. She walked forward, taking in the destruction. It looked like a rain of kunai tore the entire place apart. An eerie silence settled over teh abandoned area. There were still small things scattered around, dusty cups and blankets. It was unsettling, and she tried to ignore the smell of far-gone human remains. The state of the place brought up more questions rather than the mission description.
She blinked, sensing a chakra inside one of the destroyed homes. However she was stopped by a sudden movement in the trees, not everywhere but just diagonal from her. She didn't like the fright that came with being watched, so she spoke up hoping the stranger would just come out already and stop being a douche. "Uhh.... hey! I'm lookin' for a Miss Misato?"
