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First Name: Mika
Last Name: Hozuki
Alias: --
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Birthday: 11/7
Sexuality: Whatever (Bi)
Relationships:
Affiliation: Village
Rank: C-Rank Missing Nin
Element: Water, Fire, Earth
Specialization: Kenjutsu, Ninjutsu, Taijutsu (If I must)


Personal v2

Personality: I am something of a very dark person, as others would describe me. I don't hang around other people too much, and I am a force to be reckoned with. I am quite fond of combat, as I take it to liberty to call myself 'Invincible.' Some people think I'm sadistic. I wouldn't really call myself that, I just get off on the cries of my helpless victims while I torture them. They also think I'm something of a masochist as well. That too is a bunch of lies. Just because my groans when I'm hit are somewhat similar to my moans when I... I'm not helping my case here am I?

Whatever the case... I like to bring people agony. My abilities lie within my sword skills and bloodline ability as an entirety. I also have this thing for power. I love power. Anyone with power is good in my book. A lot of people fear me, this is for reasons I don't know. My bingo book is almost empty though some people are still nothing but rotten filth and I must kill them. Despite all of this, I aspire to become the most powerful ninja alive. Nobody shall escape my blade.

Some details, if you want to be on my good side, don't be weak. If you whine about anything you are instantly dubbed weak and you will suffer for it. This means anything. As that stands, I only acknowledge people who are near my level in power and I can tell it. I have a laid back personality though, don't mistake me at all. Even in combat I will tease and torment my foe. Unless I'm really mad, in which case, I am probably something of a crazy bitch ready to tear you limb from limb.

Out of combat, hell, in my own home more often than not, I can be a very fair person. I have guests who are my friends and have meals at my house sometimes. I'm a hell of a cook. (She really is!) I can be quite nerdy sometimes, I know, what kind of world do we live in where cool people can be nerds too? Whatever though...

Likes: Causing pain, Swordplay, Cooking, Power

Dislikes: Weaklings, Being Injured, People Who Rely on Their Allies, Burnt parts on anything.

Motivation: I will become nothing less than the greatest swordsman.

Fears: Dying


Clan Information

Clan name --

Bloodline Name: Hydration Technique (Hiden Version)

Bloodline Ability: By liquefying the whole body at will, this technique makes it impossible to receive damage from physical attacks. From a single hair to the skin and muscles, everything can be liquefied and solidified at will. Be it to evade an enemy's attack during a short range battle, to infiltrate a structure, or to launch a surprise attack in a liquefied state, this technique boasts a high strategic value. Using this, the user can also re-shape their body parts for suitable situations. The only way to contain a user of this technique is to lock them up in an airtight container so they cannot move about. When the user passes out, they turn into a jelly-like state. As this technique turns the body into water, the user is vulnerable to lightning techniques.

Location: --

Clan History: --


History

History: Well... the darkest depths of my history are all a blood spattered blur. When I try to recall anything before graduating the academy, I only hear the agonizing screams of unknown people. So I can only think this one thing. I have no family that I can remember, and I awoke one day, covered in blood next to a massive sword, which was also covered in blood. I don't really know what happened before then, but I instinctively found my way to the ninja academy in that one village. I don't remember it too well.

Whatever the name was, I just know that I already knew my way around there somehow. So I figured that it was probably my home at the time. I figured at the time I was like... 12? Anyhow, I was at the academy. Most people stared at me with disgust, others wonderment. One person... I think it was the teacher, applauded me. I hadn't a clue as to why... but I held in my right hand, the sword I awoke with. I rather forgot it was there. The man told me to hand it over. I don't know why... it was mine... and so I killed him...

Well all stories seem to have greed. Some level at least. That bastard wanted my sword, so I gave it to him right through the heart. Then to his left shoulder... then through his neck.

I was very happy then... something just made me love whatever that I was I did. I then learned the word. as if prompted. Killing... killing was so much fun. I loved it, and it made me so glad. However... another bloody blur emerged. I think I graduated right after, but I had to leave quickly. I remember a violent squad of ninja were after me. Of course I don't quite recall their fate, other than a fuzzy image of dead corpses and disembodied heads.

Suddenly everything cleared up... about a day later. I was drinking from a river. The water was very delicious. It cleared up my head so much. The smell of rotting corpses was strong, but I didn't care. This delicious combination of atoms was filling my very being with strength, and wisdom. However it was a bit late. One of the ninja's had a gourd. A small one mind you, but a gourd. I emptied it of that liquid that hurt to smell... it was stingy and had a sharp fizz to it. I filled it with some delicious water and carry it with me to this day.

Anyhow, as one could guess those fuzzy images I remember meant something. I apparently went on a killing spree at age twelve. I was considered a missing ninja of a moderate caliber. My bounty was rather high compared to my liking, however, what got me was that I was considered armed and dangerous. I don't know why... but then again, so was every missing ninja of my caliber. Within a few years... I discovered my hidden ability and that of my sword. I learned that I can liquify my body into water, as well as my sword. My sword had a little side ability as well. It could heat water to boiling point or higher... but for some reason... only water.

Whatever...

With this going on I had to duck the law and kill whoever annoyed me. Well the latter part wasn't necessary but it required me to put up with people... in order to not do. You could guess how that wouldn't work out... I had to live this war for the half of my life I can remember... so... yeah. That is my story.

RP Sample: With a laugh as I saw him randomly drop a bomb from god knows where, I figured that sticking around watching Kefka have all the fun wouldn't help me here. Bombs hurt... I knew that. So after a prompt pat on the back I felt followed by the sound of something dropping in the sand, I instantly took off. I glanced around as I managed to sneak a few bombs from Kefka. Assassins were technically required some thief skills though 'Steal' wasn't the word I would use.

More like... 'borrowed with no chance for return after prompt use'.

With some more laughter, perhaps I was enjoying it too much, I flung a bomb quite accurately into the ammo store, and watched a huge explosion ensue. I stopped while scratching my head... "Maybe I should've taken some stuff from there first..."

I sighed and continued chucking bombs around the place, I think my kill count was 3 families of 4... and something of a hobo. Along with a few officers of law. It was fine, but I quickly drained my supply of 'borrowed' bombs. I noticed that there were some hovering vehicles around this area with people firing guns down at us from their location. I laughed a bit. How ironic I run out of bombs while I have some cops on my ass.

I figured that Kekfa could handle them, or we could outrun them. However I like showing off when I can so I pointed my finger at an enemy hovercycle in the shape of a pistol. I snickered as I muttered, "Boom!"

Suddenly it went up in a spontaneously crafted explosion. I laughed hysterically as I couldn't believe that work. The size was admirable to say the least. I had to dodge the falling debris as I ran a bit though. I hid around a corner stealthing into the shadows though. Panting silently. "Mehaha... Too much sprinting, those hovercycles and chainguns don't like me one bit..."