Mako Seizon [Finished] 2/3
May 27, 2012 10:03:53 GMT -7
Post by Masked4evr on May 27, 2012 10:03:53 GMT -7
Basic Information
Name:Mako Seizon
Bloodlimit:None
Height:5’11’’ /180.34 cm
Weight:195lbs / 88.64 Kilos
Age:16
Gender:Male
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Birth Country:Mizu no Kuni
Village:Kirigakure (Village of Mist)
Special:
[li]Suiton no Jutsu [Master]
[/li][li]Doton no Jutsu [Master]
[/li][li]Release [Master]
[/li][li]Release[Master]
[/li][li]Release[0/250]
[/li][li]Katon no Jutsu[0/250]
[/li][li]Universal Ninjutsu [0/250][/li][/ul]
[li]Goutetsu 轟鉄 (Strong Iron)[Master]
[/li][li]Style[Master]
[/li][li]Style[Master]
[/li][li]Style[Master]
[/li][li]Style[0/250]
[/li][li]Style[0/250]
Universal Taijutsu [0/250][/li][/ul]
[li]Clan[Master]
[/li][li]Clan[Master
[/li][li]Clan[0/200]
[/li][li]Clan[0/200][/li][/ul]
[li]Perception[Master]
[/li][li]Perception[Master]
[/li][li]Perception[0/200]
[/li][li]Perception[0/200][/li][/ul][/b]
Weapons
Primary Weapon:
Secondary Items:
Non-Weapon Items:
None
Character Depth
Personality:
This world…it’s just a game. The name of the game is Survival. How long can you last in this world? Do you leave your fate in the hands of another who is sworn to protect you? Do you trust in the kindness of man and his empathy?...or do you take your life into your own hands, molding and shaping it your will. You can, you know. Don’t ever let anyone else tell you different.
I’m not out to last, I’m out to win this game by any means necessary. Survival of the fittest is a undisputable fact of life. I’ve a distaste for ninja who avoid battles that can be won, mercy is for the weak. When out matched cheat. The only way to lose is to die. As long as you’re still breathing then you’re on the board and still playing.
I will gain strength to assure that my place in this world will not be taken from me. I will prove my worth by conquering others who are too weak to defend themselves. There is no such thing as a fair fight when lives are the wager. I’ve seen the game, I understand the world and the people who inhabit it. It’s almost entertaining in a masochistic sort of way. Laughable.
Sometimes I wish I hadn’t gained this knowledge and stayed in ignorant bliss.
Mako is calm,unafraid and thinks logically and rationally. He has a very broad & strange sense of humor. This deadly world is funny to him when it shouldn't be. It pretends to follow a code a set of rules that everyone tries to adhere to. There is only one rule in this world...live. Everything else is a joke.
Due to his survivalist nature he doesn’t work well in teams. He will work together in a group for a common goal as long as the team is stong enough to work side by side with him and earn his respect. When the choice comes between his life or anothers, his life will always take priority. There will be no sacrificing his life for a common goal. He feels compelled to gain power to assure his place in life.
Hates optimism and cheerfulness that has no purpose in this world. Pretending like everything is going to be allright is an act for fools. Realize your situation, face the reality.
Because of this thought process Mako often finds himself reading fiction and mythos. How they relate to man and are put into fabulous stories. There are words being spoken in these texts that are not written with letters.
Appearance:
Faceshape: An oval face; a long obvious scar from the end of his right eye brow straight down to his jaw. His scar is jagged and deep. High cheekbones.
Eyes: His eyes have yellow irises since birth. His eyes are slanted & calm. They pour through a body like a yellow beam of light.
Eyebrows: Round and thin.
Nose: Snub nose
Lips: pouty lips with an vibrant smile. Pronounced cupid's bow.
Hair: Bald and clean shaven. Shaves every morning as a ritual. Hates hair and how confining and in the way it can be.
Body: He has built his body to be lean. Fast and fierce. Has several small scars all over his body scars from training wounds along with self-inflicted wounds from scratching too hard. He has a lightly tanned colored skin tone. His skin is very dry forcing him to keep his skin moisturized to stop himself from scratching. Likes to use a specific lotion he buys in town. Missing his right finger from a childhood incident.
Clothing: Cotton blank tank top, ninja Capri pants, with black ninja sandals. He wears his Ninja forehead protector around his waist like a belt buckle.
Wraps the lower half of his face in bandages. Covering his nose.
Background:
My name is Mako. This is my beginning.
A child was was born, me. A 7 1/2lb child with brown hair and yellow eyes. A gift from my father’s side of the family, apparently it skips a generation. When I was a child my mother died during child birth. My father tried to raise me on his own. He taught me things like manners, hospitality, respect.
After a certain amount of time, looking at me just reminded him of how alone he felt with out my mother. He took to drinking…it got to the point where my grandmother moved in with us to help take care of him. He wasn’t a bad man. He just lost something so dear to him it didn’t make sense not to have it. It was like always having the answer on the tip of your tongue and never being able to figure it out. It drove him too far.
My grandmother was stern. Everything had it’s place, it’s order, it’s procedure. One would almost say for a housewife she led an almost militaristic lifestyle. Every morning she'd wake up at the crack of dawn. Exercise, bathe, breakfast, housecleaning. It was like clockwork. She was the first I noticed who understood the world and found the place that she choose to fill.
Adolesence 10-12yrs: In my adolescence I began to resent my father. Who had given up on life and any joy it could bring. His place seemed to be a bad example for others to gawk at and lament. So others could see the terryfing lows opposed to the dizzying highs of finding the other part your soul we all long to find. For a time, It disgusted me. How could a man who taught me so much let himself wither to a shred of what he was and not have the decency to put himself down. To Be a burden to bear.
On a sunny afternoon when I was going out to the market with my grandmother. Our caravan was attacked by bandits. This is common, we had 2 guards. Apparently our guards weren't that great. They each fell with what seemed like little resistance. I'm sure they were fighting for their lives, they lost them.
My grandmother wasn’t frightened. I was terrified. This was my first encounter of violence in this world. The bandit cheif noticed my grandmother’s still face and paused. “Good morning Madam.” –“good morning” she replied. Why were they so civil? Was she about to have a conversation with a man who had murdered 2 guards? And so she did.
As I trembled with fear. The bandit chief noticed my fear and began to question me. "My my, what wonderful eyes. What’s wrong my child? Are you afraid?" I was paralyzed, all I could do was shake. The harshness of blinking out of existence on another's whim was bearing down on me. "Is this your grandmother?" He said to me. "This won’t do. Can’t have you shaking like a leaf with such a strong bloodline in you child. Come here.” he said as he took me by the arm. My grandmother stared. I knew what she was thinking. Anything she did, didn’t matter.
They could overpower her and me at a moments notice. At this point in time we were no longer in control of our very lives. He grabs me close. “Fear is a very powerful thing , but more so it’s also very,very misunderstood. Fear is created by a lack of experience and common sense. For instance. You’re afraid that me and my men will kill you. Even though we have taken all your possessions and killed those two guards who were supposed to protect you. Clearly you are not a threat. Your grandmother knows it. What’s your name child?” “m-m-mako sir,” I said wondering if those would be my last words. “Sir, my my she’s raised you well. Treating those stronger than you with respect is a very intelligent thing, child. It can open many doors and avoid many dangers. For this respect I will take something from you, you would gladly be rid of….your fear.”
The bandit chief unsheathes a knife. “Now, be afraid. Feel the fear as you see these events unfolding before you.”
The chief took my head. Held the knife to my temple, pressed and dragged the blade down the side of my face. It wasn’t very sharp. Pieces of this knife have been chipped away from use. This cut was deep and slow. I could feel the pain. See the blood, feel the warmth of something that was a part of me.
He had another bandit hold me while he proceeded to cut off my right pinky finger. The pain was excrutiating, my heart was pounding, fear, anger, sorrow, I wanted to run cry and fight all at the same time. He wiped his blade and looked at me. “Now you know pain & fear, This is knowledge that no one else can take from you. You understand that had you been stronger than me.
You would still have your finger. Look upon these wounds and draw from them the strength that you know that pain is just pain, fear only fear, they are guides and nothing more. For you are still alive. Still breathing. Enough to feel pain and scream. Life is all you have and blood will be your price. I will empart on you these words before we go.”
I was going into shock, He grabbed my attention as he waved the blade in front of me. "These words have guided me most of my life and helped me. I hope they’ll help you too.-I have a feeling you’ll appreciate this. Now ask your self, How do you exist?
They placed me on a horse with my grandmother and sent us off into town.
Teenage years 13-16
It’s been years since that day. Every morning I wake up like clockwork and do my routine. My grandmother never really tried to console me. She would cook, clean, and take generally care of my needs. But never advice or helpful wisdom. She knew that I had already made my judgement of this world. At the age of 14 I joined the ninja academy.
Deciding that I would take control of my life. I was never going to put my life in another’s hands again. This was when my grandmother spoke out against me. She looked at me and said "Taking control of your own life is a noble goal. But doing so by taking the lives of another and playing god is a dark path to take.” I argued-" There are many who need to be taught that we are not as fragile as we think we are. I will teach them. I will prove that my existence is better than theirs. I will not end up a drunken teary eyed fool, or a woman who’s life goals can scheduled and catalouged like some wind-up toy." I ranted.
"I have tasted and seen my own blood taken from me. I realize that the only reason that man spared me was cause I was a child and you an eldery woman. If I was of age He would have taken my life from me. This is what he taught me that day." I looked in her eyes and spoke words she had only heard once before. “ I am alive because that one is dead, I exist because I have the will to do so.” I understand.
With this I decided that it was time to walk my path and prove my existence.
Name:Mako Seizon
Bloodlimit:None
Height:5’11’’ /180.34 cm
Weight:195lbs / 88.64 Kilos
Age:16
Gender:Male
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Birth Country:Mizu no Kuni
Village:Kirigakure (Village of Mist)
Special:
[li]Suiton no Jutsu [Master]
[/li][li]Doton no Jutsu [Master]
[/li][li]Release [Master]
[/li][li]Release[Master]
[/li][li]Release[0/250]
[/li][li]Katon no Jutsu[0/250]
[/li][li]Universal Ninjutsu [0/250][/li][/ul]
[li]Goutetsu 轟鉄 (Strong Iron)[Master]
[/li][li]Style[Master]
[/li][li]Style[Master]
[/li][li]Style[Master]
[/li][li]Style[0/250]
[/li][li]Style[0/250]
Universal Taijutsu [0/250][/li][/ul]
[li]Clan[Master]
[/li][li]Clan[Master
[/li][li]Clan[0/200]
[/li][li]Clan[0/200][/li][/ul]
[li]Perception[Master]
[/li][li]Perception[Master]
[/li][li]Perception[0/200]
[/li][li]Perception[0/200][/li][/ul][/b]
Weapons
Primary Weapon:
- Gauntlets [2]
Rank: "C"
Type: Main, Bludgeoning/Piercing/Slashing, Gauntlet
Effect: Single-handed weapons not resembling a straight dagger blade. Usually wielded without wrist action. Often protects the forearm.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Single-handed weapons not resembling a straight dagger blade. Usually wielded without wrist action. Often protects the forearm. Examples of Gauntlets are Brass Knuckles, Cestus, Gauntlets, and others that resemble as such.
Limit: These types of weapons may be capable of being bought inside any Weapon Shop
Cost: 2,500 Ryo Each
Secondary Items:
- Kunai [2 Slots]
Rank: "C" Rank
Type: Secondary, 2 per Slot, Piercing/Slashing, Knife
Effect: A digging tool, a bit like a trowel. The blade was soft iron and unsharpened because the edges were used to smash plaster and wood, to dig holes and to pry. Also used as a knife.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The kunai is conventionally wrought in ranges from 6 to 8 inches, with the average at 7 inches. The kunai was used by common folk as multi-purpose gardening tools and by workers of stone and masonry. The kunai is not a knife, but something more akin to a crowbar. The blade was soft iron and unsharpened because the edges were used to smash plaster and wood, to dig holes and to pry. Normally only the tip would have been sharpened. The uses to which a kunai was put would have destroyed any heat-treated and sharpened tool like a knife. There could be multiple kinds of kunais such as handless ones, or even double sided kunais as long as they are within the same length.
Limit: These types of items may be capable of being bought inside any Weapon Shop.
Cost: 1,000 Ryo per Slot, or 500 Ryo Each. - Knife [1 Slot]
Rank: "C" Rank
Type: Secondary, 2 per Slot, Piercing/Slashing, Knife
Effect: A knife is any cutting edge or blade, handheld or otherwise, with or without a handle.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The knife is conventionally wrought in ranges from 6 to 8 inches, with the average at 7 inches. Originally made of rock, flint, and obsidian; knives have evolved in construction as technology has with blades being made from bronze, copper, iron, steel, ceramics, and titanium. Many cultures have their unique version of the knife. Due to its role as humankind's first tool, certain cultures have attached spiritual and religious significance to the knife including the La Hu Si. There could be multiple kinds of knives such as throwing knives, curved knives, combat knives, or retractable knives.
Limit: These types of items may be capable of being bought inside any Weapon Shop.
Cost: 1,000 Ryo per Slot, or 500 Ryo Each. - Hira-Shuriken [3 Slots]
Rank: "C" Rank
Type: Secondary, 15 per Slot, Piercing, Shuriken
Effect: Is a concealed weapon that is generally for throwing, and sometimes stabbing or slashing.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Hira-shuriken is constructed from thin, flat plates of metal derived from a variety of sources including hishi-gane (coins), and kugi-nuki (carpentry tools), and generally resemble popular conceptions of shuriken. In modern popular culture, these are called "throwing stars" or "ninja stars". They often have a hole in the center and possess a fairly thin blade sharpened only at the tip. The holes derive from their source in items that had holes - old coins, washers, and nail-removing tools. This proved convenient for the shuriken user, as well, as the weapons could be strung on a string or dowel in the belt for transport, and the hole also had aerodynamic and weighting effects that aided the flight of the blade after it was thrown. There is a wide variety of forms of hira-shuriken and they are now usually identified by the number of points the blades possess.
Limit: These types of items may be capable of being bought inside any Weapon Shop.
Cost: 1,500 Ryo per Slot, or 100 Ryo Each. - Tag: Fake Exploding [1 Slot]
Rank: "C"
Type: Secondary, 80 per Slot, Non-Explosive, Tag
Effect: Fake Exploding Tags, paper with the same thickness, and dimensions as a regular exploding tag however they cannot explode.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Paper that is 2 inches by 6 inches in size and 0.039" (1 mil) thick. Pieces of paper made to look like exploding tags but have no effect. They are just simple pieces of paper. May be attached to 3 items without taking up room in a single slot.
Limit: These types of items may be capable of being bought inside any Weapon Shop.
Cost: 1,200 Ryo a Slot - Bo-Shuriken [1 Slot]
Rank: "C" Rank
Type: Secondary, 15 per Slot, Piercing, Shuriken
Effect: Is a concealed weapon that is generally for throwing, and sometimes stabbing or slashing.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Bo-shuriken was constructed from a wide variety of everyday items, and thus there are many shapes and sizes. Some derive their name from the materials they were fashioned from, such as kugi-gata (nail form), hari-gata (needle form) and tantō-gata (knife form); others are named after the object to which they appear similar, such as hoko-gata (spear form), matsuba-gata (pine-needle form) while others were simply named after the object that was thrown, such as kankyuto (piercing tool form), kunai-gata (utility tool form), or teppan (plate metal) and biao (pin). Other items were also thrown as in the fashion of bo-shuriken, such as kogai (ornamental hairpin), kogata (utility knife) and hashi (chopsticks), although these items were not associated with any particular school of shurikenjutsu, rather they were more likely just thrown at opportune moments by a skilled practitioner who was skilled in a particular method or school.
Limit: These types of items may be capable of being bought inside any Weapon Shop.
Cost: 1,500 Ryo per Slot, or 100 Ryo Each. - Grenade: Fragmentation [2 Slots]
Rank: "C"
Type: Secondary, 1 per Slot, Explosive, Grenade
Effect: A grenade with a heavy metal casing that shatters, on exploding, into fragments that travel at high speed and with great force.
Special: ---
Drawback: May harm the user if not thrown right.
Description: The fragmentation grenade (commonly known as a frag) is an anti-personnel weapon that is designed to disperse shrapnel upon exploding. The body is made of hard plastic or steel. Flechettes, notched wire, ball bearings or the case itself provide the fragments. When the word grenade is used without specification, and context does not suggest otherwise, it is generally assumed to refer to a fragmentation grenade. These grenades were sometimes classed as defensive grenades because the effective casualty radius of some matched or exceeded the distance they could be thrown, thus necessitating them being thrown from behind cover. Fragmentation grenades have a killing radius of 5 meters with a wounding radius of 15 meters. It takes 6 seconds before it explodes.
Limit: These types of items may be capable of being bought inside any Weapon Shop.
Cost: 1,500 Ryo Each - Grenade: Smoke [ 1 Slot ]
Rank: "C"
Type: Secondary, 1 per Slot, Explosive, Grenade
Effect: A Grenade that gives off thick smoke when it explodes; used to make a smoke screen or to mark a position.
Special: ---
Drawback: May harm the user if not thrown right.
Description: Smoke grenades are used as ground-to-ground or ground-to-air signaling devices, target or landing zone marking devices, and screening devices for unit movement. The body is a sheet-steel cylinder with emission holes in the top and bottom. These allow the smoke to be released when the grenade is ignited. Two main types exist, colored smoke (for signaling) and screening smoke. It fills an area radius of 15 meters with thick smoke. The smoke may come in different colors if the user wishes. Different color smoke could be used for information value if need. It takes 6 seconds before it explodes.
Limit: These types of items may be capable of being bought inside any Weapon Shop.
Cost: 1,500 Ryo Each - Grenade: Stun [ 2 Slots ]
Rank: "C"
Type: Secondary, 1 per Slot, Explosive, Grenade
Effect: A stun grenade, also known as a flash-bang, is a nonlethal weapon. These grenades are used to temporally neutralize the combat effectiveness of enemies by usually disorienting their senses.
Special: ---
Drawback: May harm the user if not thrown right.
Description: A stun grenade, also known as a flash-bang, is a non-lethal weapon. These grenades are used to temporally neutralize the combat effectiveness of enemies by usually disorienting their senses. When making contact it releases a flash of light that momentarily activates all light sensitive cells in the eye, making vision impossible for approximately 5 seconds until the eye restores itself to its normal, un-stimulated state. The incredibly loud blast produced by the grenade adds to its incapacitating properties by disturbing the fluid in the ear which also lasts approximately 5 seconds until the ear restores itself to its normal, un-stimulated state. The flash bang has a radius damage of 15 meters. It takes 6 seconds before it explodes.
Limit: These types of items may be capable of being bought inside any Weapon Shop.
Cost: 1,500 Ryo Each - Grenade: Mine [ 2 Slots ]
Rank: "C"
Type: Secondary, 1 per Slot, Explosive, Grenade
Effect: An explosive device used as a land mine that explodes and harming whoever steps on it.
Special: ---
Drawback: May harm the user if not thrown right.
Description: Picture A typical land mine includes the following components: firing mechanism or other device (including anti-handling devices), detonator or igniter (sets off the booster charge), booster charge (may be attached to the fuse, or the igniter, or be part of the main charge), main charge (in a container, usually forms the body of the mine), casing (contains all of the above parts). A land mine can be triggered by a number of things including pressure, movement, sound, magnetism and vibration. Anti-personnel mines commonly use the pressure of a person's foot as a trigger, but tripwires are also frequently employed. Most modern anti-vehicle mines use a magnetic trigger to enable it to detonate even if the tires or tracks did not touch it. Advanced mines are able to sense the difference between friendly and enemy types of vehicles by way of a built-in signature catalog. This will theoretically enable friendly forces to use the mined area while denying the enemy access. Mines have a killing diameter of 2 meters.
Limit: These types of items may be capable of being bought inside any Weapon Shop.
Cost: 1,500 Ryo Each
Non-Weapon Items:
None
Character Depth
Personality:
This world…it’s just a game. The name of the game is Survival. How long can you last in this world? Do you leave your fate in the hands of another who is sworn to protect you? Do you trust in the kindness of man and his empathy?...or do you take your life into your own hands, molding and shaping it your will. You can, you know. Don’t ever let anyone else tell you different.
I’m not out to last, I’m out to win this game by any means necessary. Survival of the fittest is a undisputable fact of life. I’ve a distaste for ninja who avoid battles that can be won, mercy is for the weak. When out matched cheat. The only way to lose is to die. As long as you’re still breathing then you’re on the board and still playing.
I will gain strength to assure that my place in this world will not be taken from me. I will prove my worth by conquering others who are too weak to defend themselves. There is no such thing as a fair fight when lives are the wager. I’ve seen the game, I understand the world and the people who inhabit it. It’s almost entertaining in a masochistic sort of way. Laughable.
Sometimes I wish I hadn’t gained this knowledge and stayed in ignorant bliss.
Mako is calm,unafraid and thinks logically and rationally. He has a very broad & strange sense of humor. This deadly world is funny to him when it shouldn't be. It pretends to follow a code a set of rules that everyone tries to adhere to. There is only one rule in this world...live. Everything else is a joke.
Due to his survivalist nature he doesn’t work well in teams. He will work together in a group for a common goal as long as the team is stong enough to work side by side with him and earn his respect. When the choice comes between his life or anothers, his life will always take priority. There will be no sacrificing his life for a common goal. He feels compelled to gain power to assure his place in life.
Hates optimism and cheerfulness that has no purpose in this world. Pretending like everything is going to be allright is an act for fools. Realize your situation, face the reality.
Because of this thought process Mako often finds himself reading fiction and mythos. How they relate to man and are put into fabulous stories. There are words being spoken in these texts that are not written with letters.
Appearance:
Faceshape: An oval face; a long obvious scar from the end of his right eye brow straight down to his jaw. His scar is jagged and deep. High cheekbones.
Eyes: His eyes have yellow irises since birth. His eyes are slanted & calm. They pour through a body like a yellow beam of light.
Eyebrows: Round and thin.
Nose: Snub nose
Lips: pouty lips with an vibrant smile. Pronounced cupid's bow.
Hair: Bald and clean shaven. Shaves every morning as a ritual. Hates hair and how confining and in the way it can be.
Body: He has built his body to be lean. Fast and fierce. Has several small scars all over his body scars from training wounds along with self-inflicted wounds from scratching too hard. He has a lightly tanned colored skin tone. His skin is very dry forcing him to keep his skin moisturized to stop himself from scratching. Likes to use a specific lotion he buys in town. Missing his right finger from a childhood incident.
Clothing: Cotton blank tank top, ninja Capri pants, with black ninja sandals. He wears his Ninja forehead protector around his waist like a belt buckle.
Wraps the lower half of his face in bandages. Covering his nose.
Background:
My name is Mako. This is my beginning.
A child was was born, me. A 7 1/2lb child with brown hair and yellow eyes. A gift from my father’s side of the family, apparently it skips a generation. When I was a child my mother died during child birth. My father tried to raise me on his own. He taught me things like manners, hospitality, respect.
After a certain amount of time, looking at me just reminded him of how alone he felt with out my mother. He took to drinking…it got to the point where my grandmother moved in with us to help take care of him. He wasn’t a bad man. He just lost something so dear to him it didn’t make sense not to have it. It was like always having the answer on the tip of your tongue and never being able to figure it out. It drove him too far.
My grandmother was stern. Everything had it’s place, it’s order, it’s procedure. One would almost say for a housewife she led an almost militaristic lifestyle. Every morning she'd wake up at the crack of dawn. Exercise, bathe, breakfast, housecleaning. It was like clockwork. She was the first I noticed who understood the world and found the place that she choose to fill.
Adolesence 10-12yrs: In my adolescence I began to resent my father. Who had given up on life and any joy it could bring. His place seemed to be a bad example for others to gawk at and lament. So others could see the terryfing lows opposed to the dizzying highs of finding the other part your soul we all long to find. For a time, It disgusted me. How could a man who taught me so much let himself wither to a shred of what he was and not have the decency to put himself down. To Be a burden to bear.
On a sunny afternoon when I was going out to the market with my grandmother. Our caravan was attacked by bandits. This is common, we had 2 guards. Apparently our guards weren't that great. They each fell with what seemed like little resistance. I'm sure they were fighting for their lives, they lost them.
My grandmother wasn’t frightened. I was terrified. This was my first encounter of violence in this world. The bandit cheif noticed my grandmother’s still face and paused. “Good morning Madam.” –“good morning” she replied. Why were they so civil? Was she about to have a conversation with a man who had murdered 2 guards? And so she did.
As I trembled with fear. The bandit chief noticed my fear and began to question me. "My my, what wonderful eyes. What’s wrong my child? Are you afraid?" I was paralyzed, all I could do was shake. The harshness of blinking out of existence on another's whim was bearing down on me. "Is this your grandmother?" He said to me. "This won’t do. Can’t have you shaking like a leaf with such a strong bloodline in you child. Come here.” he said as he took me by the arm. My grandmother stared. I knew what she was thinking. Anything she did, didn’t matter.
They could overpower her and me at a moments notice. At this point in time we were no longer in control of our very lives. He grabs me close. “Fear is a very powerful thing , but more so it’s also very,very misunderstood. Fear is created by a lack of experience and common sense. For instance. You’re afraid that me and my men will kill you. Even though we have taken all your possessions and killed those two guards who were supposed to protect you. Clearly you are not a threat. Your grandmother knows it. What’s your name child?” “m-m-mako sir,” I said wondering if those would be my last words. “Sir, my my she’s raised you well. Treating those stronger than you with respect is a very intelligent thing, child. It can open many doors and avoid many dangers. For this respect I will take something from you, you would gladly be rid of….your fear.”
The bandit chief unsheathes a knife. “Now, be afraid. Feel the fear as you see these events unfolding before you.”
The chief took my head. Held the knife to my temple, pressed and dragged the blade down the side of my face. It wasn’t very sharp. Pieces of this knife have been chipped away from use. This cut was deep and slow. I could feel the pain. See the blood, feel the warmth of something that was a part of me.
He had another bandit hold me while he proceeded to cut off my right pinky finger. The pain was excrutiating, my heart was pounding, fear, anger, sorrow, I wanted to run cry and fight all at the same time. He wiped his blade and looked at me. “Now you know pain & fear, This is knowledge that no one else can take from you. You understand that had you been stronger than me.
You would still have your finger. Look upon these wounds and draw from them the strength that you know that pain is just pain, fear only fear, they are guides and nothing more. For you are still alive. Still breathing. Enough to feel pain and scream. Life is all you have and blood will be your price. I will empart on you these words before we go.”
I was going into shock, He grabbed my attention as he waved the blade in front of me. "These words have guided me most of my life and helped me. I hope they’ll help you too.
"I am alive, because that one is dead, I exist because I have the will to do so."
They placed me on a horse with my grandmother and sent us off into town.
Teenage years 13-16
It’s been years since that day. Every morning I wake up like clockwork and do my routine. My grandmother never really tried to console me. She would cook, clean, and take generally care of my needs. But never advice or helpful wisdom. She knew that I had already made my judgement of this world. At the age of 14 I joined the ninja academy.
Deciding that I would take control of my life. I was never going to put my life in another’s hands again. This was when my grandmother spoke out against me. She looked at me and said "Taking control of your own life is a noble goal. But doing so by taking the lives of another and playing god is a dark path to take.” I argued-" There are many who need to be taught that we are not as fragile as we think we are. I will teach them. I will prove that my existence is better than theirs. I will not end up a drunken teary eyed fool, or a woman who’s life goals can scheduled and catalouged like some wind-up toy." I ranted.
"I have tasted and seen my own blood taken from me. I realize that the only reason that man spared me was cause I was a child and you an eldery woman. If I was of age He would have taken my life from me. This is what he taught me that day." I looked in her eyes and spoke words she had only heard once before. “ I am alive because that one is dead, I exist because I have the will to do so.” I understand.
With this I decided that it was time to walk my path and prove my existence.