Post by Hmmpf. on Feb 15, 2009 21:09:30 GMT -7
/Katalina 'Kat' Mörde\
|16 years|
|5'8"|
|116 lbs.|
|Female|
|Neutral Evil/Chaotic Evil|
|Kusa no Kuni|
|Kusagakure|
|16 years|
|5'8"|
|116 lbs.|
|Female|
|Neutral Evil/Chaotic Evil|
|Kusa no Kuni|
|Kusagakure|
Special:
[li] Ninjutsu Specialist
[/li][li] Taijutsu Specialist
Minor:
Clans [0/2]
Releases [5/5]
[/li][li] Suiton no Jutsu
[/li][li] Doton no Jutsu
[/li][li] Mokuton no Jutsu [Mastery]
[/li][li] Fuuton no Jutsu [Mastery]
[/li][li] Oto no Jutsu [Mastery]
Perceptions [0/2]
Fighting Styles [6/6]
[/li][li] Muay Thai [Mastery]
[/li][li] Gouken
[/li][li] Capoeira
[/li][li] Senkou Kensei Kenshiki [Mastery]
[/li][li] Chakra Gates 1-4 [Mastery]
[/li][li] Chakra Gates 5-8 [Mastery]
Miscellaneous [1/5]
[/li][li] Chakra Gate User[/li][/ul]
Weapons and Equipment:
Primary Weapon
Broad Sword |Image|
Rank: "C"
Type: Main
Effect: Swords that slash hack, dice and anything else within this genre that reaches a certain length.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Any bladed weapon that is longer then two feet, to about three feet. These weapons range from any types of blades such as the Broad sword, the Katana, the Rapier, the Scimitr, the Shinai. Any of these weapons or any weapon that fits within the length is considered to be a Broad Sword.
Limit: These types of weapons may be capable of being bought inside any Weapon Shop
Cost: 2,000 Ryo
Katalina's sword is a basic one, without much flourish. Approximately two and a half feet long, it has a slightly curved blade, silver in colour. The handle is black, inlaid with small white gemstones. The sheath is also black, designed to be small and inobtrusive.
Secondary Weapons/Accessories/Clothing
- Tactical Vest
Tactical Vest Contents:
1. World Map
2. Miniature Gas Mask
3. Tracker
4. Tracer x5
5. Tracer x5
6. Summoning Scroll x1
7-18. Empty
Summoning Scroll Contents:
1-20. Small Range Bag
21-80. Empty
Range Bag Contents:
1-10. Kunai x10
11-18. Senbon x40
19-22. Exploding Tags x16
23-24.5. Smoke Grenades x5
24.5-28.5. Hikari x5
28.5-29.5. Makabishi x40
30.5. Bells x20
31.5-40.5. Silk Rope x30 feet
41-70. Empty
Worn on Person:
- Kanaami (Protective Mesh)
- Multi-Purpose Goggles [With Camera]
Personality
|Seduction|
The feel of lips against mine. My eyes shut as the rest of my senses drink in the moment. Pleasure, yes. But this is nothing new. Each night is just like the other. I make my way to the bar. To their hungry eyes, I am a soft plaything, completely innocent. They are stupid. My face tells the real story. But they look at my chest, how short my dress is. How quickly they could take it off. Sometimes it is for sport. For the sheer passion of the single moment where feelings overtake thoughts. But I never let that happen. Not again. Most of the time, I am in it for myself. We go upstairs, where the bartender has rooms for either those who are too drunk to head home, or those who are drunk enough to forget themselves. An hour later, I emerge. My dress is still pristine, so it is debatable what happened. Did he stagger in and fall asleep in seconds? Did something more happen? Is this small girl actually capable of defending herself against a full-grown man? All they know is that I pay for the room with a wallet. I don't carry a wallet. That man does. He did. Sometimes I slip the bartender something extra. He knows why. It pays for the bloody sheets. It also pays for the burial. Seduction has its perks.
|Temper|
The boy is nervous. You can tell he does not frequent bars. He is not a ladies' man. His breath comes in short ragged gasps as we break away for just a second before our lips lock again. His passion is fueled by intensity, and a sense that he is out of his depth. Slowly, he edges us towards the stairs. I am vaguely aware of this, and were I willing, I would protest. But I am not out for money tonight. I am out for love. He pushes open the door of the closest room. We collapse on the bed, still intertwined with each other. He reaches for the hem of my dress, and I come back to earth. I pull apart, not even taking a breath before a gasp, "No." The boy pretends not to hear. "No." I say firmly. There is no way he could have missed that. But still his intent is clear. In a flash, my face changes. It is still lustful, though. Bloodlust. The sword comes out from behind my back before even I am aware of it. A slice across his throat, and he is dead in an instant. But I am not done. My rage is total. My sword, nails, teeth. All make effective weapons. He is long dead by the time I am done. Ripped to shreds. For once, my dress is dirtied. Stained red. I grab the boy's cloak, sweep it about my shoulders. Then I leave. I tip the bartender.
|Facade|
I wake up with a headache. Drugged again. Fortunately, a built-up resistance in addition to a bit of chakra manipulation delays the effects of all but the most potent mixtures. I glance at my clock. I am late. Quickly, I pull on my mission clothing. Within ten minutes I have left my home. I am still late. My temporary partner informs me as such. I want to kill him. To tear him to shreds. Instead I break into a broad smile, closing my eyes. I murmur apologies. I can not kill anybody of my village, regardless of circumstances. ANBU would descend upon me in minutes. Instead, I follow him out of the village gates. We search for an hour for our target, a young missing ninja. Our orders are to capture, not kill. My least favourite kind of mission. It is easy to find the boy, despite the lead he had. He is clumsy, and has left a clear trail. The second I catch sight of him, my weapon is out. A quick slice, and he is dead. Only after do I realize what I have done wrong. Spinning around, I see a fist coming towards me. My partner is attacking in anger. I can do that to. Revealing my sword, I kill him in a single stroke. Then I let out a horrifying scream. I get to work quickly. I clean the blood off of my blade, then coat it lightly with the missing ninja's blood. Drawing his sword, I give myself a stab wound in the stomach area. By the time the ANBU backup gets there, the story is obvious. The rogue killed my partner, then stabbed me. I managed to kill him, then collapsed in shock. After a week of counselling, I am back on duty. The illusion remains.
|Redemption|
A small cat sits on my doorstep. I stare at it for a few minutes. It is almost dead. Is it even worth saving? Does its life mean a thing? Part of me wants to nurse it, bring it back to life. But then I draw my blade, quietly kill the animal. I stare. The death of five men is meaningless to me. But this little creature somehow stirs me. I am not unaware of the separation of my heart. There is the part that killed the cat. That which does not care, that even wants to end lives. That gets some kind of perverse enjoyment out of it. Then there is the more neutral side. I am no saint. But perhaps there is some way to repay the world for that which I have done. Or perhaps it is all for naught, and I should simply let the world be completely and entirely lain to waste. Finally, I stop my waxing poetic. With a few gestures, I have created a small grave. I place the deceased cat inside, then cover it entirely. Maybe I am not an animal. Maybe there is a chance.
Appearance
I open my eyes. Yawn. It is morning. Rolling out of bed, I stretch, then head to the bathroom. Clad in only a nightgown, I examine myself in the mirror. I look the same as usual, save for slight shadows surrounding my eyes. They are at first startling, almost unreadable. It seems as though I am happy, but (much to my chagrin) the sadness and malice is apparent, if only slightly. They are of a peculiar hue, sea blue, but not quite. It is as though they reflect my moonlight outings, as they are similar in colour to a fountain with waters touched by a full moon. By contrast, my eyebrows are pencil thin, frequently arched. My nose is small and perky, much like my mouth. My eyes briefly fall on the strawberry-coloured gloss that I usually apply to my lips. I put on my most convincing smile, then step away towards the shower.
|Body|
Removing my robe, I toss it to the side. I step into the shower as the water cascades over me. I quickly turn down the heat as the water scalds me, turning my usually snow-like skin red. As it cools, I reach for the shampoo, lathering it into my hair, then begin to apply soap. My body is fairly normal. I am slim, almost enough so to be considered bony. Not to mention tall, five foot eight exactly. My legs are rather long, a feature I like to accentuate. Although I could not be described as ‘voluptuous,’ I am certainly not lacking in the ‘assets’ department, to put it gently. After washing my hair once more, I step out of the shower and grab a towel. Now for clothing.
|Clothing|
Still clutching my towel, I open up my closet. It is fairly basic, with not a lot of outfits inside. After my basic underwear, I reach for the first part of my non-mission clothing. It is a white camisole, slightly frilled at the top. Pulling it on, I fit the thin straps over my shoulder. Then, my dress. It is fairly simple, moon-coloured. The only adornment upon the garment is a bow at the collar. In addition, there are three more along the hem, which falls to the calf area in a relatively wide skirt. The frills of my camisole are just visible over the dress. Now, I add the small extras. I wrap a small red ribbon around my head, letting the ends of the knot hang slightly. I apply some light makeup, and then place the crucifix necklace around my neck. I put on a pair of comfortable shoes. As I turn to leave my apartment, I notice my mission clothing hanging in the closet. There is the tank top, designed for quick movement. The thin straps as well as the chest area are adorned with a camouflage pattern. There is a belt-like line that run around my ribs, with a large buckle in the center; in addition, there are two smaller, hanging buckles. The lower portion is a woodland green colour, useful for camouflage in the green-filled land of Kusagakure. The pants are a light brown colour, and fit closely to my skin for lithe movement. A small white logo is written along the ankle. My shoes are also there, lightweight but durable. But today is not a mission day. I leave, turning the light off.
History
My birth was nothing of note. Hopefully my life is greater. My mother was a normal person, although what possessed her to marry my father, I am unsure. My father was a criminal in almost every way. He taught me well. He was a thief, a murderer, and there was rarely a night when he didn't come home with a young woman, victim of a simple Genjutsu technique. The one thing he lacked was intelligence. Luckily, I managed to pick that up from the other side of the family. When I was four years old I told him I wanted to do what he did. He laughed aloud, saying I didn't understand what he did. The next day he found his wallet missing. He agreed to teach me.
The first thing that was taught to me was desensitization. He told me that a murderer must never feel guilty about his kills. I informed him there was no need to teach that. A few days later I made my first kill, a small rabbit near our home. I giggled, pleased with myself. Over time, this love increased as I learned more of the criminal arts. I gained a joy in doing evil that could only be described as the Chaotic Evil alignment. Luckily, my father also taught me about keeping a straight face.
When I joined the Academy a few months later, nobody suspected a thing. They thought I was a cheerful, if a bit quiet, girl. And when parents lost their jewelry right off their wrists, they never noticed a thing. I knew the Academy was not preparing me for a life I might have to lead in the future, that of a Missing Ninja. Thus, I practiced diligently in my free time. After mastering the simple Suiton and Doton releases, I moved on to the more challenging Mokuton, in addition to a variety of fighting styles. By the time I graduated from the Academy, I had all but mastered it. I almost didn't get a chance to use my skills.
After a while, my father decided he didn't want to keep feeding my mother and I. While in bed with her, he plunged a kunai into her back as he embraced her. Next he came for me. But he taught me too well. I could hear his footsteps approaching, and instantly rose. Younger and quicker, I managed to slay him. Then I disappeared for a month or two. Then, suddenly, after a minor skirmish in a nearby country, I was found. All the children would say, "Isn't that the girl who killed her father?" Their parents would scold them, informing them that she had lost her memory, and was nothing like that anymore. But of course I had not, and I was. Although I had cooled and lost some of my chaotic nature, I was most certainly evil. And the destruction sat just beneath the surface.
After one more year, I settled into my routine. Where will I go from here? Nobody knows.[/font]
