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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.
devil survivor • mochizuki mari female • 35 • sep 18 • asexual kusagakure no sato • none • elite medic • rogue nayami
EYES Slate Blue
HAIR Dark Blue-Grey
Nayami stands at five foot six, weighing in at one-hundred-thirty-nine pounds. She has waist-length dark muted blue hair, more often than not tied up with a pale red ribbon with long hair left in the front to frame her face. Her eyes are a dark, hazy blue that look grey in poor light. Nayami usually wears quite the condescending expression, but when she's talking to someone directly, she can look friendly and sweet. Her skin is fair, and she is rather large-busted, sporting a set of double-d cups.
Nayami wears a pale yellow ribbed sweater with a collar that is tied at the neck with a bow the same color as her hair bow. She wears a knee-length simple grey-brown large-pleat skirt, with pale pink—almost white—slip on shoes. She also likes to wear a long white lab coat. When leaving her home, Nayami switches to more sturdy footwear that won't slip off, donning a black long coat instead. On warmer days she opts for a short-sleeved blouse instead of the sweater, keeping her favorite color of pastel yellow.
Nayami is an enigma. She comes off as sweet, motherly even. She loves to teach others, and will often scold people for bad manners. She often watches children while out and about, remembering the son she lost when she was young. She doesn't really feel she could care for a child again without remembering that boy, so she chose not to have more. Her mother having died when she was young as well, Nayami doesn't have much in the way of family to associate herself with. Even the man she once loved—if you could call it love—had perished at the hands of another. It was like her streak of bad luck.
Nayami was never much of a fighter, even in her genin days. That doesn't mean she's incapable, no. She doesn't really like to fight, but if someone gets a little too close for comfort she can dispatch them with ease. She was always the support, protecting those who sported the heavy artillery. Of course now that she worked alone, she was her own heavy artillery. She didn't have much in the way of range, but anyone who got too close paid dearly for it.
However, there is a darkness that swirls around Nayami. Her name—her alias, really—itself means anguish, and that is something she is adept at delivering. Her true loyalties lie with no one and she believes herself to be better than all others. Teaching? She loves to teach, that was not a lie. Her favorite subject is human anatomy, and her favorite method of delivery is to tie her student down and teach them using their very own body as a model. She will often scold them for bleeding too much, or screaming when she's trying to explain. After all, it's rude to interrupt and she ensures they can't feel the pain anyway.
ACADEMY AGE 5
GENIN AGE 10
CHUUNIN AGE 16
JOUNIN AGE 20
It was in a train wreck that a parentless child had been born posthumously. This child, whose father had died in combat many months prior, had been born from a mother killed in the collision, a surviving genin medic whom had also been in the car having sliced the round woman in hopes of saving the child that was carried within. So, seven months into her creation, a nameless, homeless, parentless and loveless child was brought directly into the harsh reality of the world.
The medic, Zane, was a young genin no older than thirteen, and had no idea what to do with the child after retrieving it. But the child was alive. He knew it needed brought to the hospital. As there were other shinobi on-scene, he rushed to the nearest medical facility after ensuring the child would survive the trip there. Thankfully, the collision had occurred near the heart of the railways, Kusagakure, and it didn't take the young medic long to reach the hospital, where she was registered and taken immediately to the NICU.
Although Zane hailed from Iwagakure, the young medic visited the child as often as he could, and was eventually allowed to choose a name for her, “Suzu.” Suzu grew up well after premature breathing complications were worked through, and by the time she was two she was in an orphanage in Kusagakure. Unfortunately, “Big Brother Zane” stopped coming around when the girl turned 5, and she never saw the medic, then 18, afterward. Suzu wanted to be just like Big Brother Zane, and begged and pleaded the orphanage owners to let her join the academy so that she could learn to heal as well. So, by the time Suzu was six, she'd begun learning how to become a fine kunoichi.
Suzu absorbed information like a sponge. She loved learning, she admired the teachers, she loved everything about school. Her ninjutsu was far outclassed by her academic scores, but by no means was she weak. Choosing to submit to the genin entrance exams, Suzu passed with flying colors, graduating and becoming a genin at ten years old. But she wanted to learn more. She begged her sensei to help her become a medic, but the woman wasn't one herself. Breaking down at the child's enthusiasm, the jounin transferred Suzu to the hospital she'd originally come to as a baby to be taken in as an apprentice to a medic there who long retired from being an instructor: Matsuri Ayame, head medic of Kusagakure hospital.
The girl attached to the woman like a magnet. Having lacked a parental figure of any sort in her ten years of life, Suzu found something in this woman that she'd been lacking until now: family. Ayame enjoyed the girl as well, and trained her vigorously each day, having her help out at the hospital, watch major operations, and essentially allowed Suzu to be involved in the day-to-day life of a head medic. The two grew to love eachother.
When Suzu reached 12, Ayame went through a formal adoption process, and Suzu became Matsuri Suzu. The two had become inseparable. Ayame had been in her early forties and was childless due to an injury she'd acquired as a fresh chuunin that rendered her infertile. She was intent on sharing everything she knew with this child until she had nothing left to teach. That was, until the unthinkable happened.
When Suzu was 14, nearing fifteen, she was on a mission at the border of the Grass Country and Earth Country to monitor incoming trade supply. It was her last day before returning home that she'd met a man in his late twenties. He looked worse off than an average shinobi, but by the gear he carried and that smell, she could identify him as a medic. Feeling some sort of bond with this stranger, she felt compelled to help him, which he was grateful for. He said he hadn't eaten a full meal in days, so she brought him to her camp (Suzu loved camping and preferred it to staying in inns sometimes) to give him fresh water and some food, allowing him to rest.
That night, after he'd been fed and cared for, Suzu awoke to this man pinning her down in her bedroll inside of her tent. She started to yell in fright of him, but found her voice smothered as his large hand clamped around her throat. She clawed at his arm, but barely got a chance to resist, because the older medic put his hands to her temples, and suddenly, she couldn't move. She could breathe, she could blink, her heart was beating. A mental check told her that her autonomous functions were, well, functioning. But she couldn't move her limbs. The ramifications, followed by fear, didn't strike her until he removed his hands from her head and tore off her blanket.
Suzu was beaten and raped multiple times by that medic during the night, abandoned before dawn's first light. She was bruised, she was bleeding, she was soiled on. Her clothes were torn, her hair was ripped, and her face was dead, half-dried streaks still on her cheeks from where she'd run out of tears to cry. But, as the rays of sun started filtering in through the opening of the tent still left-open, she found the will to make more tears.
It was one of her partners from the mission who'd found her when she didn't show for meet-up that morning. He found her almost naked, huddled under her blanket, crying into her knees. He bit back the urge to ask what had happened, he knew what rape looked like. His sister had been raped and died from the injuries before he could get her to help. Suzu seemed a lot better off, and the two left early to return to the village after he coaxed her out.
For weeks afterward, Suzu was scared to leave the side of her mother. But, what scared her more? How strange she felt. She got sick often, almost not even making it to the toilet in time. She was incapable of eating foods she loved. She was craving foods she hated. She was angry, oh so angry, all of the time. But one little thing would set her off and she'd just cry and cry and cry. As the symptoms grew worse, Ayame, who was growing increasingly worried, did tests on her daughter to see what it was, and the illness was diagnosed: Suzu was pregnant.
Suzu's fifteenth birthday wasn't even for two more weeks. She was much too young to have a child. But, despite what everyone told her, Suzu wanted to keep it. She said, that since her mom couldn't have her own baby, Suzu would have this one for her. That way, at least some good would come of it. It didn't have to be all bad. That's what she told herself.
The child had been born full and healthy on a bitterly cold afternoon, and he was named Yuki in light of the late snow that was falling. Yuki grew up well under the care of Suzu and Ayame, and before long, he was enrolled at the Kusagakure shinobi academy when he was five years old. Suzu was twenty now, and living on her own. However, that was when he came again.
Suzu had been scared for a few weeks. Things had been wrong. Her son had been meeting a man at school, a man in his mid-thirties by the way he was described. He said this man said to call him “papa.” He asked why papa wasn't with his mama. Strange things had been left at her house: bouquets of roses, jewelry, cakes, chocolates. Not just at her house, but in it. On the kitchen table, even on her bed. Inside her locked house with its locked windows and locked doors, which were still locked when she came home. But there was never any sign of the one who left it.
One day, Yuki came home from school holding a cake with a note telling her that “papa will come and visit tonight.” Suzu nearly burst into tears. That man... it was that man, wasn't it? He'd been talking to her son... no... their son. Touching him. Giving him gifts. Suzu was horrified. Packing her son and necessities, the woman fled to her old teacher and adoptive mother's house. What she was met with, however, was worse than anything she'd ever imagined. Birds. So many birds. Hideous huge birds with wrinkled, naked heads and crooked necks. And there was blood. The air was thick with the stench of blood, as well as other scents the woman couldn't place, likely coming from the birds themselves.
Taking a breath, she tried to calm the son that had started crying. She was his mom, a superhero. She couldn't be scared. So, setting him down next to a wall, Suzu steeled herself, directly wading into the sea of silent, hissing birds. When they finally scattered and she found what they had been feeding upon, her stomach churned and dropped, vomiting into the carpet. It was her mother, or at least, torn up remains of her mother. And, sitting in the armchair across the room? That man.
“Hello, Suzu. Long time no see.”
Suzu and Yuki fled into the night, but to no avail. The man was older, more experienced, and a better shinobi than Suzu was. He caught them, and dragged them back to her house. Suzu and Yuki became hostages inside their own home. Yuki was deceived, and was allowed to go to school believing papa and mama were finally together and he had a daddy now and everyone was happy. But the older medic beat Suzu daily, in places that wouldn't show the bruises. He sexually abused her at his whims. It wasn't until three months into this life that he shared with her something to call him that wasn't “papa”: He told her his name was Zane, and he was a rogue of Iwagakure.
A...a rogue? That couldn't be. Why did that sound familiar? Suzu didn't understand. A medic named Zane from Iwagakure... why was that familiar? Other than that night in the tent, she didn't recall meeting or hearing the name of this man. But putting the name “Zane” to his face dredged up blurry memories from a time she couldn't recall when. And because of this, she began to dream of him. A much younger Zane appeared in her dreams, at least a decade younger if not more. Each night he felt more and more familiar to her, yet she couldn't understand why. But it was because of these mixed memories that she stopped feeling so trapped by this man... that maybe, she deserved this and what he was doing to her.
When Yuki was nearly seven, another disaster struck. Shinobi from Iwagakure invaded Kusa looking for Zane; word had come in that he was in the village. They found him inside Suzu's home. Yuki was unaware of the relationship between his parents, thinking that they loved each other. Not quite understanding why his mommy was scared of both the Iwa shinobi and his daddy, the young boy protected his father in her stead, a wooden kunai in-hand to fend off these jounin who'd been sent after the large man who stood behind him. The child had been quite easily killed, and the two Iwa shinobi dispatched of by the angry mother.
Suzu... didn't know what to do with herself. In her twenty-one years of life, she'd never killed a man, yet here lay two dead men, their blood on her hands, quite literally. She wasn't given time to think about it, however, because there was a blunt, heavy pain to the back of her head, then blackness.
When Suzu awoke, she was being carried by Zane. She did not recognize her surroundings. It was dark, there were trees, she didn’t know where she was. But her son was dead, her… what was Zane to her? Zane was a refugee, and had taken her with him. His arms around her reminded her of that terrible night when she’d gotten pregnant with Yuki to begin with, and she struggled and fought against Zaneto no avail. Whatever he’d done to her the night he raped her, he did it again, and all she could do was helplessly lay limp as she was carted off by a dangerous man into the wilderness of the night.
When Suzu awoke the second time, she was not in the man’s arms any longer but instead on a flat, hard surface in the dark, a heavy weight on her chest pressing in painfully in the darkness. As her eyes adjusted, she realized the thing on her chest was a bird. A big, heavy bird with a naked head and a crooked neck.
Zane was alerted to his captive’s awakeness by the scream from his basement. The “surgery room” as he liked to call it had an examiner’s table in it, one that could be adjusted to sit up similarly to a hospital cot. This table was where Suzu lay, frightened, trapped under the weight of a thirty-pound vulture. Zane came down the stairs and flicked on the light, blinding both the girl and the bird that guarded her.
Digging its talons into her flesh as it took flight, the vulture left its post, going to flutter around its master before seating itself on a perch. Zane approached Suzu with an expression that read genuine worry, and Suzu didn't know if she should believe it or not. She chose not to, but there wasn't a thing that she could do about it. He told her of his reasons, however vain, for doing what he'd done. That he'd loved her, the moment he'd set eyes on her twenty-two years earlier. He'd felt a bond with her, like she was his. His and no one else's. And as she had grown older, he claimed her. Over and over again, he claimed her. She was his. And now he had her.
With her, Zane taught her his life's work. His vultures were creatures he'd always admired. He introduced them to her, even went as far as to weed through his venue and select an egg to give to her. He told her he must care for this egg and the creature it contained, for it would be a lifetime companion for her, to protect her when he couldn't. Out of fear, she kept the egg, incubating it and caring for it intently. By the time it hatched, it had become her treasure, and she named the ugly, naked chick Vivvian.
Over the months, Zane had been teaching her advanced medical practices. Physical illnesses, advanced surgeries, placements of important arteries. How much could be removed from the human body to survive, which parts were obsolete, what could be rearranged to improve body performance. When he felt she was ready, he had Suzu work on the cadavers in his stead. His teachings were nothing like what she'd learned in medical school. What was it, she thought, did the bodies they worked on become alive? She remembered the screams or working on live, conscious humans and animals, ringing in her ears hours after the body exploration was done. She hadn't wanted to do it. Not on live things. But he'd said it was either the strangers, or he did it to her. Out of self-preservation, the woman chose to use the barbaric methods on the strangers she met.
It was after some point she realized there ceased to be benefits to the surgery practices he taught her. He would slice creatures open for no more reason than just to hear them scream, to feel the heat of their blood, to hold the beat of their heart. He told her he felt more connected to the souls of others than anyone possibly could like this. He pushed these beliefs onto the girl. It sickened her. But she got punished greatly if she didn't do what was asked of her. Raped. Beaten. Starved. Isolated in darkness. So she sought his approval. Did what was asked, hoping not to get punished. Eventually, his praise became a welcome sound in this life. She'd learned to smile in response to his touch.
The vulture she'd been gifted grew rapidly under her care and had been the most precious treasure she possessed. To Suzu, Vivvian was a beautiful, amazing creature. Because of her devotion to her vulture and her kindness to his own, Zane deigned her worthy of receiving his contract to the vultures, allowing her access to the birds he held dear. It was with this gift that Suzu began to love him.
When Suzu was 24, Zane allowed her to return to Kusagakure, providing her with a story that she'd gone on a whim to study deeper into the medical field. He'd earned her trust. She wasn't going to betray him. Returning to the hospital made her feel restless after Zane training her, so she signed up to be a jounin instructor. Suzu found her calling there. She found she loved to teach these children; it filled a part of her she hadn't known was missing. Often she would return to Zane's home, which was located in a remote location of Taki no Kuni, but she always returned to teach her children. At twenty six she sent the children off to become chuunin. They were a bright bunch, but even so, she was impressed they had passed the rounds. With the genin no longer under her instruction, however, Suzu had become listless. Making one last check-in at the hospital, she vacated Kusagakure for the last time, returning to resign with her beloved Zane.
Upon her return, he'd given her a name. “Nayami.” One who brings trouble, agony, and anguish. At first, she despised the nickname. A bringer of agony? How was she supposed to like that? But she smiled as gently as ever; if he dubbed her that, then she deserved it. Suzu continued staying with the man in the large isolated home in the lad of Waterfalls, continuing to learn new things from him. She was ready to come to terms with the death of her son, Yuki. She wanted another child; Suzu wanted to start a family with Zane.
But, this “peace” was not destined to last. One evening when they were out in a small village collecting goods, they'd been attacked. A hunter team from Kusagakure had come on reports of seeing Zane in the area, seeking the bounty for his head. It was rather unfortunate that one of the hunters had been Suzu's genin teammate. The two stared at eachother in disbelief. There hadn't been time for words when a different one of the three lunged, a rock-encased fist aiming to bury itself within the male medic's jaw.
The fight had been a destructive one. The Kusa hunters mistook Suzu as a hostage, for she had gone missing a year prior. Therefore, the entire brunt of their force had been on him. Because of that, it took the hunting team completely off-guard when Suzu killed one of them with a destructive electrical attack that punctured one of the kunoichi's chests. The fighting stilled momentarily as the woman shoved the body off of her arm, shaking the blood from her fingers. It seemed the other three, Zane included, had been surprised by her attack. Taking that opening, one of the enemy males ran Zane through with a wakizashi, placing an irreparable wound on the man. Grief. Rage. Fury. Emotions Suzu hadn't felt in a long time welled up inside of her. She lashed out, the vulture at her side assisting her, and killed the woman who was once her teammate, so many years ago. The remaining male she was unfamiliar with, but he seemed to have given up the fight.
“Who... who are you?”
“I'm called 'Nayami'.”
But Suzu had given up the will to fight, and didn't pursue the hunter as he fled for his life. Instead she dropped, trying to stop the bleeding of her beloved. The crimson fluid was sticky on her palms, spreading out on the street. He'd lost too much already. She couldn't staunch the wound. Time of death? 7:02PM, a cool Wednesday night in September. Vivvian fluttered down, beak poking at the bloodied corpse, more than happy to start picking at the meat. Suzu shooed the bird away. Whatever she'd had left, it was broken. Gone. She had nothing left. Nothing... but the birds. Threatening to kill anyone who so much as came near her, Nayami dragged the body out of the little village, summoning the massive Vishnu to carry him back to the isolated home. She didn't know what to do with the body, so did what she thought best; she sacrificed it to his vultures. It seemed fitting.
Rather than fall into despair, Nayami allowed herself to continue on the work Zane had so meticulously given her a taste for. She liked to teach. She liked to cut. She liked to remember him, at this operating table. So she did things. Terrible things. She'd take people, and kill two birds with one stone. She'd cut into them, relishing the feeling of her days of learning with Zane, and took the opportunity to teach the victim about themselves. But unlike Zane, she'd never liked the screaming, and erased their pain, disabling from feeling the hurt of the wounds she caused them. She'd never felt closer to the human soul.
The next few years, Nayami fell into the comfortable niche of capture and release. Iwa shinobi, especially, she despised. They reminded her too much of, well, everything. She would release them alive, of course. But every one that she saw, she'd attempt to lure them off. She'd play with them in a bad way, and leave them off in a less than desirable condition without threatening their health. She made sure that they knew the name “Nayami” but not where she resided. She's become content with this life, and she and her vulture live alone in the vast home that once belonged to the rogue medic, Zane.
Left Hip - x1 Tanto
Right Thigh Holster (Hidden by Skirt) - x8 Kunai
Right Thigh Holster (Hidden by Skirt) - x1 Incision Knife
Right Thigh Holster (Hidden by Skirt) - x5 Paper Bombs
Left Thigh Strap (Hidden by Skirt) - x10 Poison-Dipped Senbon
Left Thigh Strap (Hidden by Skirt) - x1 Short Serrated Dagger
Left Small Hip Pouch (Under Coat) - x10 Small Shuriken
Left Small Hip Pouch (Under Coat) - x1 30ft Spool of Reeling Wire
Left Small Hip Pouch (Under Coat) - x1 Wallet
Left Small Hip Pouch (Under Coat) - x1 x6 Smoke Bombs
Right Small Hip Pouch (Under Coat) - x3 Soldier Pills
Right Small Hip Pouch (Under Coat) - x3 Chakra Pills
Right Small Hip Pouch (Under Coat) - x3 Blood Pills
Summoning Contract: Nayami is contracted to the vultures, summoning only the massive Vishnu.
Medical Expertise: Working most of her life as a shinobi medic within the hospital, Nayami is extremely familiar with the abilities and limitations of the human body, as well as how to repair most anything wrong with it.
Fuuinjutsu Expert: As a compliment to her medical ninjutsu, Nayami took time to study fuuinjutsu, which proved highly useful in her medical field.
Chakra Control: Nayami has her control down to an art. The human body is a delicate instrument, as as such, delicate hands are needed to treat it properly. She never wastes chakra when she executes any of her ninjutsu.
Intellectually Gifted: In order to pass as a normal, respectable woman as well as being capable of luring unfortunate victims back to her nest. She keeps a library of knowledge in her head, recalling with ease information that may be needed.