First Name: Vex
Last Name: Xanadu
Alias: Wrath

Gender: Female
Age: 20yrs
Height: 5'7''
Weight: 100lbs
Birthday: December 31
Sexuality: Lesbian
Relationships: N/A

Affiliation: Boufuugakure
Rank: Genin
Element(s): Katon & Raiton
Specialization(s): Kenjutsu, Ninjutsu, Fuinjutsu


Personality:
Vex is a obstinate and brash girl, she automatically assumes she is right and everyone else is either misinformed or simply too stupid to comprehend. She holds no one in high regards, save those who beat her in combat: that sort of "regard" isn't exactly respectful even. She doesn't get along with people well at all; her superior attitude and unrelenting pride make her difficult to hold a proper conversation with. Usually her conversations end up with her severely wounding someone, foe or not.

She has a weak spot for beautiful women however, her volatile attitude diminishes somewhat in the face of such women. Depending on the woman or situation: she will either be very kind and caring towards them, or torment them with being teased. She is quick to defend beautiful women and sometimes even refuses to fight them or lets them win intentionally.

So far, this is the more "sensible" side of her. In battle, she quickly loses all sense of self and becomes a berserker; raw battle skill and intelligence drives her to defeat her foes at any cost. Allies who step between her and her prey are cut down without any hesitation: she feels no regret even afterwards.
Likes:

• Women: Vex is a admirer of beautiful women. Men are okay, but nothing can compare to the curvaceous and blessed female anatomy. Females has a distinct allure that escapes the grasp of most men, where men might give up- Vex pursues even into dangerous territory.
  
• War: Fighting has always been in Vex's nature; proving her battle prowess over others is one of the most exhilarating feelings she can experience. She loves to just lose herself in her body's natural reactions to opponents in front of her; often she finds herself standing over defeated foes even before she realizes what was happening.
  
• Chocolate sticks: Vex keeps an abundant supply of chocolate sticks on her person. The sticks are as thin as a piece of straw, but also 1 foot in length. The outside is a hard-crusted chocolate texture while the inside is filled with gooey rich chocolate. She chews these whenever the opportunity arises and almost never shares, even when flirting with women.
  

Dislikes:  

• Men: Men aren't so bad, but her nature is to nonchalantly discourage advances from them. She can't stand conceited men, or men who think they are overly strong or handsome. What she hates most, is men who flirt with the girls she is attracted to.
  
• Peace: Times of peace breed complacency- complacency often gets even the strongest person killed. Vex is always high-strung and ready for action, she hates times of peace with a passion and constantly looks for people to fight.
  
• Ryo: Ryo was one of the worst inventions of man, something with no real value controlled everyone's daily lives. A piece of paper or coins that were made from the environment around them which they cultivated; this currency often decided who would live or who would die. It held so much power, but had no power of its own: only the power others placed in it, such a weak thing.
  

Motivation:  
Vex wants to be the strongest shinobi in the land, settling for equal with someone else just isn't her style. She would rather kill them in a battle or duel and not worry about facing consequences later- even if they were on the same side.
Fears:  
She fears being beaten, her fear is irrational and is often quite paranoid about people who are considered stronger than her. Despite her paranoia, she would still challenge them, goad them into fighting her and try her best(or worst) to kill them before they can become any stronger.


Bloodline Name:  Meikai no shugo-sha (Guardians of the Netherworld)

Bloodline Ability:
Members of this clan are half-phantom and half-human. Although this is true, it also caused their Chakra pool to be completely removed from their body and deposited at a mysterious orb-like spirit of varying colour. The spirit orb can only be seen only by the members of the clan or someone who has seen death happen in front of their eyes. They have a very high level of concentration.

Genin, Chuunin:
During this level, they have to concentrate and absorb chakra from their spirit half. This makes it quite troublesome for those who want to be quick on their toes in battle. Although, they can use E~C rank jutsu’s with ease.

Sp. Jounin, Jounin, S-rank:
During this level, jutsu’s ranging from A~S rank will backfire on the caster if it involves chakra but to counter this disability members of the clan are able to merge with their spirit half for only 15 posts. Thus, letting them access Jutsu’s from A~S rank. Note that if the jutsu involves absorbing chakra from ones spirit half, it would require two posts for A~S rank unless stated. This can be used once per topic.

Below states the weapons that can be carried by the clan members. Note that the weapons are passed down from their forefathers (Explained in history).

Virtues:
Chastity – Increases jutsu damage by two fold.
Temperance – Dispels Genjutsu every two posts.
Kindness – Heals the user passively but at a small amount.
Charity – Has the ability to sap your life in return for an increase in power
Diligence – Able to continue a battle after being landed a critical hit
Patience – Increased focus, insight, foresight and senses.
Humility – Does not feel fear or pain when used.

Vice:
Lust – Has the ability to sap life from the opponent to heal yourself.
Gluttony – Loves to drink blood, the more blood, the more power.
Envy – Has the ability to copy the shape and effects of other weapons but its strength is 80% of the original.
Greed – The more Ryo one has in hand, the more powerful the weapon
Sloth – The being of slowness can have a very slow movement but very high damage output
Wrath – Increase all stats by two times but at a cost of your sanity
Pride – Being as pride, it does not like other chakra except for its owner, thus it will push aside all other chakra.

Location:  Scattered

Clan History:  

Long ago, war broke out. Countless lives lost in the blood stained grounds, bodies rotting, souls left unrest. Scarlet flames swirl in wake, devouring anything in its path. Merciless. Unforgiving. It comes after each battle. It’s fate? To cleanse! It’s desire? To give peace to those who have passed on.

In truth the clan was just scattered bits of nomadic people. They have no intension nor relation to what happened to the outside world. They preferred to throw everything not normal to them and live in peace as they travelled from place to place, gaining knowledge on much of the geography of the world, not to mention some well hidden ancient temples, shires and hideouts. They also have wide knowledge over many rumors, myths and legends that held were around at that time.

Among every mystery, one of them stood out the most. The legend of the temple of judgement, Tamashī no handan. Although, none of the seven members founding members of the clan went there as of yet, the legend spread like a virus, unrelenting, ever putting people in a trance state of desire. Everyone thought it was salvation and eternal bliss that will be found inside but the clan founders stayed away, fearful that the corruption will get to them.

Alas, they couldn’t escape the fate that which the temple already predicted. Soon, all of the ten leaders and their families meet at the temple. The famed mystery of the temple of black and white. One side it was rotting with darkness, malice and sin, the other with pureness, clarity and virtue. Stunning it was, but something or someone stood out. A certain elderly caretaker, stood to greet them. Unknowingly, their life had already been changed when they first came to know about the temple.

Time passed and each of the founding members changed, their families were told to wait for them far away, at the nearby river they all meet. Soon a ritual started, the caretaker revealed to be an immortal lady named Shikieiki Yamaxanadu, her job to get people to help her judge the living and send souls to their final resting place. She granted each of them a power they will never forget. Separate souls representing seven colors, their heirs having the colors of their respecting souls and weapons each depicting a vice and a virtue. Their goal was simple; to help people leave behind regrets and finally leave the world in peace.

Shocked by their predicament, each of them went down the path and the only way to move on was forward, but slowly, each member found themselves ever tied to this path. Unable to run away. “The truth is that peace is always within..” Shikieiki said before the seven founding members left the temple and it will forever stay the same as time goes on for eternity.



History:  Vex was a bright and cheerful girl growing up, she had a kind mother that tended to her every need and desire. She was spoiled beyond reason by the mother; in contrast, her father was a cruel and hard man. He dealt little with her as she was growing up, he would go away for months at a time and then terrible rumors would spread of a red demon appearing and slaughtering small villages. Her father was a remorseless killer, the only person he cared for was Vex's mother- Vex only continued to live because her father knew how much her mother cared for the little girl.

It was apparent who Vex took after however, even at birth- her hair had been the color of her father's: white. Her mother had blonde hair and her father had white hair; his hair was much longer than her mother's and his hair had an unusual luster that was kept by soaking in the blood of his foes: in the full moon's rays, the white hair held an unnatural mixture of white and red. By the time Vex was six years old, her  hair had fully matured in its natural white state; the redness of her father's merciless kills had been passed down through birth to the little girl. In the moonlight, her hair had an aura of red that surrounded the whiteness.

Her mother was dismayed but still loved the girl unconditionally, her father treated her with indifference until she was six years old. Her mother was against the whole idea, but her father knew that this girl was going to be his successor. He trained the girl how to communicate with her spirit, she became aware that not everyone had a spirit and often viewed her clan as weirdos or crazy people. For several years forward, her father would teach her all of his life's experience and drill the movements and executions into the little girl. On a few occasions, he had forced her to kill victims he had previously defeated: she would be a stone-cold killer like him, his prodigy and successor.

Her mother died when the girl turned 12, leaving her and her father to their fates without the warmth and kindness only a mother could offer. In a twisted way, Vex grew closer to her father and he could stand to be around her much more often. No longer did he leave her at a secluded training site with provisions for a month or more at a time: now he took her with him as he went on his rampages and slaughtering villages. She would sit atop his shoulders as he wielded his magnificent swords and communicated so very well with his spirit. His only instruction to her, was to not ever speak or get down from his shoulders during those times- he was afraid he would kill the little girl while in his blood rages.

Their kinship stayed like this for many years, training & slaughter; she would walk throughout a village after her father decimated it and would use a small crude sword given to her by her father. She would use this sword to end the lives of the dying and miserable, she felt no remorse as she plunged the sword deep into the hearts and skulls of the defeated to ensure they were dead. Her father had grown quite the notorious reputation even among her clan; though no one bothered to stop him, the clan members were so few and scattered, they were unconcerned with the affairs of one another.

Their identity remained hidden from neighboring countries and they only visited them to buy provisions- using the ryo they collected from the deceased. They remained in villages for short periods so that no one knew them and didn't suspect them: this ritual remained until Vex was 17 years old.

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Word count- 645


RP Sample:
The village was brimming with people, their heads bobbed up and down as Vex rode above their height, on top of her father's shoulders. This was one of the larger villages they visited every few months to replenish their provisions; this village remained safe because of the survival value it possessed for the deadly duo. Formally, the two lived their lives in Boufuugakure but they spent most of their days on the outskirts and in the forest.

Casual interaction with others was only when they were in a village or were required to communicate to accomplish something or to avoid certain confrontations. Today was one of those days, her father would allow her to do the communication to buy supplies- he absolutely hated talking to anyone, he rarely spoke even when training her. She learned his training method through many life and death scenarios.

Three pounds of salt and twelve loaves of bread please.

She spoke kindly to the sales associate; her mother taught her that kindness often caught people off-guard and made things easier. Her smiling face was the disarming trap, then her father's scary and imposing stature hastened their movements and allowed the two to obtain whatever they needed in a timely fashion. Vex was 12 at this time and short for her age; but her father knew she would eventually reach his stature, before then he would hone her body into a lethal killing machine.

The attendant loaded the large cart her father was pulling, her father wasn't an overly burly man; but his muscles were honed and larger than the average person. His constant training and sword dances kept his body at its prime, he was stronger than most men and women often cast alluring gazes his direction. Her father had remained single after Vex's mother's death, he was barely human anymore and had no desire for such. Him and his spirit were so close that their attributes and characteristics were nearly the same. His body was like the physical manifestation of the spirit. The only solid link to the world he had, was his daughter, Vex.

Okay father, we've collected the supplies from three other businesses, we can head back now.

Her father nodded and voiced a "grunt" as he turned the wagon around and headed back out the village's large gates. They traveled for some distance before turning left at a fork in the road; Vex was confused because normally they would turn right instead.

Today, you will become Wrath. You will be...reborn.. as my true daughter and then I will teach you the rest of our clan's secrets.

Her father speaking this much was very uncharacteristic, so Vex knew that this was something very important. She stayed silent for an extended time as she rode atop his shoulders; eventually they came to a waterfall a long distance away from the village. There they camped for the evening, they ate a light supper around a campfire protected by three sides of giant rocks they used for concealment against spectators and assailants.

Her father was holding his two swords- the swords that had become the manifestation of her father's life-work. He held the swords up and inspected them, Vex watched intently- she had never seen him wield the swords outside of battle.

Choose which sword you will learn first.

He held up both swords lightly in each hand and waited for Vex to respond; she picked the left one. A small smile crept across her father's face, a very rare sight. He handed the sword to her- her body felt like it was on fire even as she touched the hilt; she felt her solid thoughts flutter away and she fought desperately to maintain seated. Her father watched closely to her reaction to the swords; he could tell that she was talented with the spirit of hers and had a high mental strength to resist the maddening cravings of the Wrath sword.

He suddenly snatched the sword from her and sheathed it, leaving her with a lost and dumb-founded expression. They retired early that night to sleep; they maintained sleep cycles where they took turns on watch to ensure they weren't attacked by surprise. Vex had often wanted to touch her father's swords, but never dared- tonight she had the unbearable urge to pick the Wrath sword up again, but she didn't: not the risk her father's wrath. Besides, he slept with the swords tight against himself.

The next day, her father introduced her to the other sword-Chastity. This sword left her with a feeling of indifference as if it were nothing special: her father was pleased, this sword had a condition for being  wielded. The sword only allowed those who initially had been pure of physical intimacy or desire to wield it: the sword accepted her and did not reject her by showing its darker side by repelling the wielder dozens of feet away from the sword.

Her father took the sword back and told her many stories about the swords, about their ancestor's legends and accomplishments... and failures. For the next five years, he taught her how to master the basic arts of the two swords and finally relinquished his ownership of the swords after he was certain she could wield them properly. He seemed a lesser man afterwards and spoke even less; it was like his former self had been robbed from him when he gave up the swords to her. He had one final test for it, if she refused- he could easily snatch the swords from her unsuspected and shocked hands.

Kill me, my life was over the day your mother died.

They had been eating early one morning after her 19th birthday when her father had suddenly blurted this out. Normally she would have been shocked and too fearful to oblige, but being the owner of Wrath had caused her to become merciless. All the years growing up with her father had erased the kindness her mother had bestowed upon her. Her father knelt on the ground and looked up at her earnestly; she put down her bread ad soup and stood tall. She looked into his eyes and he could tell that she was proud to be his daughter, despite the difficult and unusually tough love.

She drew both swords and held them high above her head so that he could gaze upward and look at the swords he had taken so many lives with; now it was his turn to be reaped by the very swords. In one swift motion, Vex lopped off his head in an X motion with the swords and then returned them to their sheathes. Her father's head rolled away and his body fell limp; blood spurted out on the ground and soaked it. Vex returned to her breakfast and finished it quickly; afterwards she buried her father in a nearby forest- without remorse. he had served his purpose and lived long past where his own spirit had perished. She had ended his misery of life like she had to the suffering people dying on the battlefields and the razed villages. It was what she knew best.

Now it was a new day; a new chapter in her life. She took the supplies they had left and headed back toward their home village- Boufuugakure. She would continue her life where she knew best.

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