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After the Fourth Great Shinobi World War ended, the world was experiencing a time of peace. The villages for once were able to live in relative harmony with one another as they rebuilt, and for once, all seemed to be well. The kage were able to live peaceful lives and soon began retiring, passing on the baton to the next generations. That is until an unknown virus infects the northern coast. The first to fall is the once powerful Raikage, Ay. While many thought this virus was a simple mutation of what may have well been the flu, no one would ever think of the destruction it would cause. Especially when it infected a certain Uzumaki Naruto.
With his death came the malice; with the malice came the destruction; with the destruction came the shinobi' revolt; and with the revolt came the sacrifices. The Bijuu became filled with malice that they sought to destroy the world. Shinobi sought a way to fight them and once again capture each of the Bijuu. Time passed, and a plan was devised. The Jinchuuriki would be sacrificed for the greater good of the world, and with the deaths of nine individuals, an uneasy peace began.
As time continued, the villages began to truly restructure. In a peace that would last 80 years after the downfall of the Bijuu, the world would see the creation of a great many things. Technology was beginning to take root and before long the blossoms that grew from the tree of the advanced mind would bear fruit. A many great things came to be. A railroad between the vast many nations. Mechanical limbs to replace lost ones. Radios that could reach between villages. Everything seemed to be becoming less reliant on the shinobi. Only the need for them never truly vanished. As with the growth of time, also continued the growth of malice.
Post by Adachi Shizuka on Jul 16, 2014 3:15:46 GMT
you came on like a vision in the dark
“People should either be caressed or crushed. If you do them minor damage they will get their revenge; but if you cripple them there is nothing they can do. If you need to injure someone, do it in such a way that you do not have to fear their vengeance.”
Hair is something Shi is a tad bit vain about. Midnight locks run down her back to her tailbone, a curtain of silk. If she's training hard or anticipating trouble she'll tie the unruly mane up or pull it into a tight braid, but otherwise she leaves it unbound. Her bangs are long and sweep to the side, the ends teasing her long lashes and shielding her eyes when she tilts her head just right. The foremost bits of the navy mass are cut shorter than the rest, namely to keep from tangling up around her arms every five seconds. The more manageable cut is still long by most standards, running well below her shoulders. As long as they're long enough to hide behind when she's feeling particularly antisocial she's satisfied.
The long mane is primarily used to keep her heart-shape face hidden, a secondary defense in addition to the chronic case of bitch-face she's known for. Aside from the twinkle in her violet eyes, her expression rarely gives anything away. You'd think it was stuck if not for the effortless way her brow lifts or the faint smirk her mouth takes on when anyone else might be outright laughing at your expense. If she hears one more time how pretty she'd be if she just smiled...
Her stature isn't much to be intimidated by, a whopping five feet with a measly four inches tacked on like a cherry on a sundae. She'd celebrated that last inch once she had it; it put her just over the "petite" range. She was still shorter than a number of her peers and dwarfed by the more hulking individuals around, but she could at least be content that she was average, not short.
What curves she has are kept in check by an otherwise athletic build maintained through an obsessive dedication to physical punishment training. She still finds it irksome, binding the most cumbersome bits until they're more manageable and less likely to get in the way, but someday there might come a time when they'll be useful. She isn't holding her breath. After all these years she still thinks it's wasteful to eat to such excess and so often, she'd survived just fine on so much less in the past, but she's been informed by an entirely too gleeful pussycat that she'll be force-fed if she starts slimming down again.
As far as clothing goes, Shi isn't what you'd consider picky. Or adventurous. With very rare exceptions, she's pretty much been wearing the same thing since she was twelve. Granted, she had to get creative when she started outgrowing things, but fixing or replacing what she had beat looking for something new. Her boots are basic black, keeping her feet safe and hidden. She wouldn't want her toes getting stepped on, it might ruin the purple polish. Long pants shield lean legs from view, the black cloth sturdy enough to protect the pale skin underneath but loose enough to keep her movements free.
When her last blouse gave up the ghost years back she'd had to find a similar alternative that fit, which was surprisingly difficult. She'd thought finding actual pants her size had been a nightmare, but sleeves weren't much better. Rather than deal with the frustration of cuts and fits and mismatched colors--what is wrong with these women--she settled for a basic sleeveless top dyed such a dark eggplant it bordered black. She could make her own damn sleeves if it came to it.
Her one true constant all this time has been her sash. The black cloth is a length that borders on obscene and she generally wears it around her hips, with the village symbol affixed in plain view and the ends dangling down her side like twin tails. One of the reasons she loves it so much is the versatility. It can be a scarf, it can be wrapped around her head to shield her hair and face from the wind, it can serve as an impromptu sling if need be.
As far as jewelry, Shi doesn't have much. Her collection started with a small kunai pendant, silver with amethyst gems dotting their way up the handle. It was the first bit of jewelry anyone had ever given her, and it suited her so well, she couldn't help but like it. She'd replaced the dainty chain with something studier and wears it to this day. When she had officially reached adulthood she celebrated by piercing her ears, the simple black studs hidden behind her hair most of the time.
Personality
Shi suffers from a chronic case of not giving a damn. This is not the fun, rebellious, jokester brand of carelessness, but more the blank-faced, deadpan with occasional snark variety. She cares about some things, usually, but if you’re a random person on the street, you shouldn’t expect to be one of them. In the general scheme of things she avoids the dull and unsatisfying activity of dipping into the cesspool called a social circle. Crowds are both irritating for the proximity of people and vaguely comforting in that she’s able to avoid being approached, because no one in pre-dinner rush at the market wants to stop and make small talk before they go home. She feels safest when she’s unnoticed or avoided, and most of her behavior is a means to ensure those things happen. Disinterest is her shield and derision and contempt are her weapons. She avoids bright colors as a whole because they're too cheery and dark colors make her feel less noticeable even in daylight.
She prefers the quiet, usually sticking to noncommittal monosyllabic hums when she has nothing to say but has to interact to move along the conversation toward its natural death. She can be a bit stuffy when she does speak; the less comfortable she is the more formal her speech tends to be, her words thought out more carefully. When she starts to relax and speak her mind, the snark comes out. The more she likes you, the sharper her tongue will usually be, since in her mind derision can be as much a sign of affection as it is an insult. Idiot is absolutely an acceptable nickname, for an idiot. More often than not, she makes her more pleasant feelings known through actions, rather than words. Her negative emotions are generally kept to words, namely because striking someone for being an annoyance is frowned upon for some reason.
She will attempt to do nice things for the people she’s fond of, though most of her simple, practical gestures aren’t ranked among the usual niceties. She doesn’t care for frivolity, and it shoes. Things like buying flowers seem ridiculous to her; why would you want something that will be trash the next day? She’s the one that gives someone a few new kunai or shuriken for their birthday, something anyone would need, even if it's not very exciting to get. If they have a special preference she’s aware of then she’ll cater to that, but otherwise she sticks to basics, practical things.
Shi is not what you would call feminine. She is not delicate despite her stature and she certainly isn’t what she would consider pretty. She doesn’t dress herself up with the intention of garnering attention like some young women do. Applying colored powders and paints in order to turn a passable face into an interesting one is not on her to do list. If she has to do it for a mission she'll endure, obviously, but she'll never go out of her way be made up to look like something she isn't. She does, on occasion, paint her toenails. It's nice during the private occasions that she actually sees her feet that there is some color there, and even she isn't immune to having moments of vanity. Like most else about her, those rare guilty pleasures are kept hidden from the light of day and scrutiny from the outside world. Shi doesn't seek attention, in fact she actively avoids it in most situations, but she is no shrinking violet if it does come her way, intentionally or not. If walked in on during a bath she doesn't shriek or shyly hide away; she sees no reason to be ashamed of such trivial things.
She tends to take things a bit on the serious side, which is great on the job, but not as helpful when you're off the clock. She's vicious in a fight, feeling a special sort of pride any time she draws first blood. She doesn't hold back unless she absolutely has to--defending oneself from a rambunctious toddler takes some practice to be good at--and is otherwise unrepentant about her actions. Of course she doesn't pull her punches in a spar, the enemy won't be holding back will they?
Shi hates to be touched, even friendly gestures are rebuffed when attempted. She has to really like you to be willing to tolerate you in her personal space for extended periods, and even those moments are few and far between. This discomfort extends far beyond casual touch, of course. She's terrified of being restrained in any way. Even being pinned is enough to set her teeth on edge.
Her sense of justice can, at times, be a bit old-school. When a man attacked her with the intention of raping her she castrated him, rather than killing him outright. Granted, she made no effort to ensure he survived the procedure and didn't give the bastard a backward glance when she left him bleeding, but some more sensitive individuals might have seen her actions as, shall we say, barbaric. That she saved his manhood and keeps it preserved in a jar doesn't exactly make a case to the contrary. Regardless, if you're in the wrong you're in the wrong, and even if she doesn't care about your victim she'll step in to fix things on principle.
The only person to see her completely unguarded isn't actually a person, which is probably why she doesn't guard herself so desperately. Jun knows her secrets, and protects them as fiercely as she does. The rest of the world doesn't need to know what makes his Shi tick, he does, and that's enough. Shi wouldn't admit it, but she genuinely likes animals. Sometimes she even likes children. Well, she likes one child. She avoids most others, but that's not something even Jun holds against her; children are grabby and noisy and often sticky. In fact, she probably tolerates them more than Jun does, which is a rare thing. She tolerates them best, she thinks, because for the most part they're innocent. They might be as selfish and self-serving as anyone else, but they're not liars, or not very good ones in any case.
She's not a very strong swimmer due to a lack of practice, though Jun has passed down the masterful art of kitty-paddling. This was one of many things she never learned to do before returning to Iwa, and every one of them is a reminder of the opportunities she'd missed. In the years since she's progressed a great deal toward buffing out those faults, but she's still a bit insecure about them. Being looked at strangely for the quirks her upbringing gave her is never a pleasant experience.
When the nightmares first wake her in the nights she clings to her feline companion, seeking warmth and comfort, and he doesn't complain that her hands are gripping him too tightly or that her tears are wetting his fur. And when the spell passes and she's caught her breath neither speak as she finds something more durable and dangerous to hold. He remains by her side, silent and calm as the storms pass slowly from behind her eyes.
Her emotions go bit out of whack when she's going into heat, which even she hadn't known before regular feedings had brought her weight up and made it a regular occurrence. Way too regular for Jun's tastes, but as he understands this is normal. Naturally during these troublesome times she avoids human contact even more than usual, more irritable than usual if someone darkens her door. She despises her own weakness on those days.
History
Shizuka's parents never held much importance to her in the scheme of things, namely because she never knew them. Adachi Kenshin, the man from whom she would come to inherit her chakra nature, died in the field months before she came to be. Rei, the pretty kunoichi who bore both her grief and her child with courage, had met a much more tragic end, her life ending as her daughter's was beginning. Her grandmother raised her instead, though the heavy-handed old battle-axe was hardly made for nurturing babes. Shi was four years old when her grandmother died, a family friend stepping in to raise her. Once the child was safely out of the village's reach, her training began.
Shizuka spent years isolated from the world at large, the only faces she saw those of her captors and tutors. She learned to endure, to survive, and to fight. She would never be allowed to grow strong enough to hurt them, but they wanted the foundation strong. They wanted her strong, sharp, capable of serving their ends. Attacking an enemy from the front requires numbers, time, and it destroys hope of anonymity, but if you can slip in an ideal little puppet to weaken them from the inside without ever revealing yourself, that makes things much easier. For Shi, life was more than difficult, it was hell, but there was a silver lining. It would end sooner or later, and if she was lucky she would take as many of them out with her as she could.
To celebrate her completion of their training she was prepared to be sent back to the real world. The signs of her past were removed bit by bit, the scar tissue that ran rampant removed and healed until she was a picture of innocent perfection. Appearances are everything when infiltrating the enemy's ranks. Her memories were sealed away and overwritten with less incriminating ones, the illusion meant to last until her masters broke the spell. She wouldn't even remember the seal they'd placed on her back, the mark meant to light the metaphorical fuse when the time was right.
Joining the ranks of Iwagakure's fresh-faced Genin was an easy task, but things always are when you know the right strings to pluck. Her team was an annoyance for the girl who'd always preferred to be alone, but she had no other choice. On her thirteenth birthday the annoyance known as her sensei gifts her with a miniscule ball of fur. Her fledgling familiar was named Jun with a silent prayer that the name would influence the animal's personality. With time and training, the ninneko would become her constant companion and closest friend. As it is wont to do, life became monotonous. Days were spent training under a sensei with no place to be influencing children and teammates she could only tolerate, if that. Nights were spent training on her own, where there were no interruptions. She would perfect her techniques, or she would work herself to exhaustion trying.
She was fourteen when her sensei deemed them ready for the Chūnin exams, sending the little lambs to slaughter with his usual careless ease. The ass didn't even chaperone them. She'd passed just as she'd known she would, and was perfectly happy with the thought of never looking back. She stuck to solo missions when she could, content so long as she could pay her minimal debts. Her free time went into training her bakuton skills and researching her past. She was fortunate, her parents hadn't left much, but the items of sentimental had been kept stored using what money they'd stored away for the future. Her mother had favored poisons, she learned, and studying up on the subject gave her some small sense of kinship with the dead woman. A girl can never have too many skills, and this one was far more versatile than blowing things up.
She avoided people for the most part, most of her social interaction forced on her by her damnable, well-intentioned cat. It was Jun that informed her that her former sensei was deteriorating from an incorrigible, borderline psychopath to an antisocial storm-cloud whose hermitage rivaled her own. Breaking into his home and giving him the metaphorical kick in the ass and literal blow across the back had been a lovely bit of payback for the times he'd forced his company upon her over the years. Besides, she didn't want the man to be miserable. A bit quieter and less obnoxious would be lovely, but becoming a useless lump was going a bit too far. For the better part of a year she kept an eye on him, and he was the closest thing she had to a human friend. He was still a pain in the ass, of course, but at least her time was rewarded with a bit of sword training. He was hardly worth calling a master, but it occupied their time.
A bit of trouble with her landlord--honestly, they broke into her apartment, and it's not like she did any permanent damage to the brats--led to her moving into her former sensei's inherited estate with him and his young daughter. The arrangement was simple enough, babysitting the brat from time to time, keeping the communal areas clean and occasionally cooking meals, though why he wanted to tempt fate and risk poisoning them all was beyond her.
The routine was broken up when Shizuka found herself being targeted as bait. What had the idiot done to earn this much spite was beyond her but she had no choice but to go. She couldn't let harm come to the child in her charge. Fortunately for them both he'd come running just as their captor believed he would, and had risked life and limb to rescue them. She could think of dozens of ways he could have approached the situation better, bringing backup, for one thing, but brash and thoughtless had always been his style, and carrying his patched up body back to Iwa had given her time to think of other things. When they made it home, life had continued normally, as though being used as a pawn in a sadist's vendetta was normal. Then again, in their world, it really was. She cooked, she cleaned, she threatened bodily harm--if he didn't get his ass back into bed so he could heal so help her--and she cared for the brat, who fared best from the situation. To be as innocent and easily distracted as a child... When he was on his feet and things got back to normal again she was relieved. She wasn't cut out for being a nursemaid.
While the situation was pleasant, living with the male had unintended consequences. She actually grew fond of the idiot. She wasn't naïve enough to refer to the stirrings as love--the mere thought would have made her scowl--but his presence became more tolerable, and he wasn't terrible to look at. If she had to make herself vulnerable enough to experiment with anyone, he was the best option. The fact that her antisocial nature had ensured he was the only option was completely irrelevant to her. Her advances were rebuffed, surprisingly. The rejection stung, but having concrete proof that some people, however few, could do the honorable thing was far more beneficial in the long run. She left the estate to spare herself the discomfort that the stirring affections brought, content to move on with life. It was too bad, she'd come to care for the obnoxious male's daughter very much.
Settling into life on her own came with unwanted complications. She was training in the mountains when the seal hidden between her shoulder blades activated, shattering the illusion that had been her life. What had once been vague, shadowed nightmares played through her mind in vivid Technicolor, full-length horror films playing in her mind's eye. She wasn't a person, she was a tool. She wasn't good with pain, she was accustomed to it. She wasn't meant to serve, she was meant to destroy; those foolish enough to be close would suffer the worst pain when time ran out and the fuse burned away.
Shi spent months in isolation, avoiding the world at large and coming to grips with her purpose. Her master had endeavored to create the perfect puppet capable of causing maximum destruction without an inkling of remorse, it had been a success to some extent. Shi knew now why attachments had been nigh impossible for her to form with her peers. Loyalty was an illusion, love was a lie. Trust is merely foolishness, make yourself vulnerable and you inevitably suffer for it. Cutting herself off from the world had been easy. A lone Chūnin that doesn't play well with others has very little worth in the scheme of things, and the only social interaction she had was easy to spurn. When ignoring didn't work she took to testing her mother's poison recipes on him. That had done the trick, and with the only fool who feigned interest in her wellbeing frightened off she had nothing to hold her back.
The plan had been simple. Leave quietly, track down those who had raised her, and then show them exactly how suited she was to merciless slaughter. She would destroy them all, starting with the systematic destruction of everything and everyone they loved. It was a perfect plan, a bit on the vague side, but she could iron out the details on the way. There was only one unforeseen complication. A damnable, well-intentioned ninneko that couldn't keep his tuna-hole shut.
When the cavalry came she was more irritated than surprised. She knew Jun would crack sooner or later--there was a reason she'd chosen to leave him behind--but she'd hoped to have made it further from her so-called home before the expedition began. What did surprise her was the method of retrieval. Being dragged back, kicking and screaming kept internal because Shi does not do emotional outbursts, had been her expectation. Instead the bastard had used guilt, and it had worked. That letting him kill himself with her own poison hadn't crossed her mind showed just how far she'd fallen. He did it to himself, he deserved it, and yet she'd jabbed the antidote into his chest all the same, and stayed while he recovered. She could have lied when he asked her reasons, it probably would have been easier if she had, but honesty had always been easier with him. When your audience is as screwed up as you are, there's no real reason to hide the terrible truth.
It wasn't long before she regretted her honesty. Even though she'd agreed to go back--she didn't have anywhere better to be while she waited for her revenge--she wasn't off the hook. Feline stalkers that were more than happy to tattle on her were the least of her problems some days, and even threatening to poison the bastard didn't work anymore. She never should have admitted that she preferred him alive. Then again, the more time passed and the longer she went without decent sleep she less tightly she clung to that preference. She'd always thought the nightmares she had before were intolerable, now she knew how pathetic she'd been.
When not even the usual comforts of isolation and relentless training couldn't hold her attention Shi put more effort toward recovering a bit of the mental stability she'd had in the past. She wanted to be a focused assassin, not an easily distracted nutcase. It wasn't easy, finding an acceptable method for expelling the toxin swirling within her skull at any given moment; Shi wasn't a talker at the best of times and certainly wouldn't trust her secrets to a stranger. Fortunately for her she did know one capable ear. He was older, arguably wiser, and simply didn't give a damn. She could tell him her greatest ambition was to burn every major village to the ground and he wouldn't have batted an eye. He was hardly capable of healing her psychological wounds, even a great medic couldn't do that, let along a passable one like Dave, but it was enough to have an impartial party to discuss things with. Besides, he'd seen enough crazy that she didn't faze him.
The memories would never fade, nor would the simmering hatred just waiting to burst from beneath her skin, but she'd learned to accept them as parts of her. Shit happens, kid. Shi would never buy into the blind faith and loyalty that her more patriotic peers shared. She wasn't a loyal dog, she was merely a wolf that had learned to perform tricks in return for a filled belly, and she made no efforts to hide it. What else could they expect? She hadn't been indoctrinated in their academies; she'd been raised in the wild. Still, feigning domestication did have some benefits.
She hasn't forgotten her desire to sink her claws into the people who'd ruined her life, but she's chosen to wait for the opportune moment to come to her. Until then, she will exact vengeance in the best way she knows how, living the life they tried to steal away when she was still a defenseless child. Happiness is an illusion, but contentment isn't out of the realm of possibility. She doesn't have much that she considers worth having. No family, few friends, and one irksome feline. But so long as the short list of good outweighs her regrets, she will be satisfied.
Combat Stats
Paths of the Shinobi:
Primary: Path of the Soul
Secondary: Path of the Body
Weakest: Path of the Mind
Equipment:
Right Thigh Holster
Kunai x10
Shuriken x20
Left Thigh Holster
Tranquilizer Injection Shot x20
Kunai x10
Hip Pouch
Kunai x12
Wire String Spool
Makibishi (ninja legos) x6
Blood Increasing Pill x3
Military Rations Pills x3
Bag (for missions)
Wireless Radio x1
Spare Clothes xHowever many days of clothes she'll need on her mission.
Bedroll x1 -_-
Food xHowever much she'll need on her mission.
Canteen x1
Rope x1 long coil
Bingo Book x1
Notebook and pencil x1
First Aid Kit x1
Bandages
Ointments
Needle and stitching thread
Extra Pills ~Blood increasing x5 ~Military Ration x5
~ Pain relievers x5
Small Scroll
Spare Injector Shots x25
Flak Jacket - She only wears it when she absolutely has to. This doesn't happen often.
Bracers on forearms and shin-guards for missions.
Jun: Thirty pounds of muscle wrapped in tawny spotted fur capped with claws and teeth.
Jun's Vest: Commissioned by Shi for Jun so that he can carry his own crap when they leave the comfort of the village for extended periods. Serves the extra purpose of providing a bit of extra armoring between enemy weapons and his soft fluff, and a handhold so she doesn't grab his heavy ass by the scruff.
Water Dish x1
Food: For when the lazy brat can't find anything worth hunting.
Chord: Used to secure him to her when climbing or otherwise deemed necessary. Do not call it a leash.
Special Abilities:
i. Bakuton | Blast Release: Bakuton is an advanced chakra nature that allows the wielder to create powerful explosions using their chakra, with varying intensities and used for many varied effects. The most well-known users of this skill are Iwagakure's Explosion Corps.