The Mockingjay
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Basic Information
Name: Clary Yuki
Nickname: Witchblade
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Clan: Yuki
Looks: Clary is a rather attractive young woman with slightly tanned skin and jet black hair that reaches down to her lower spine and sits in waves when left loose although she will often tie it back in various styles. She is 5"9 and small in stature although her work outs have given her a well toned finish to her body. She has bright sapphire blue eyes and large, luscious lips that stand out perfectly above her strong jawline.
Rarely seen in anything other than swimsuits, Clary is a rather simple girl when it comes to attire. Ninety percent of the time she will be seen in noting but a bikini and loose fitting white shirt that is at least 3 sizes too large for her. The rest of her outfit is pretty random depending on the day although she is known to wear varying types of jewellery, mainly necklaces and bracelets although sometimes she will wear ankle-bands and rings too. Only the Witchblade stays with her permanently, being worn on her right wrist at all times.
Personality: A lovely girl, Clary has grown up to be much like her mother in that she is a sweet girl with a heart of gold. She cares a great deal for her family and friends although her brother is the only person she would ever say she hates. Her hatred for her brother is strong, but is only amplified by the influence of the Witchblade on her wrist. When it comes to her brother, the Witchblade is well and truly in her head, nearly to the point where any mention of him will force her to succumb completely to the demon blades will.. Something it has planted within her over time without her realising how deep it has her caught in its net.
Outside of situations involving her brother, Clary tends to have great judgement when it comes to her blade, understanding when she should use it and when she should not. Without its influence she is approachable and kind, all be it a bit inappropriate at times, but thats just her sense of humour.
Clary keeps a diary of her lifes events, always making sure to remember even the slightest details of her day for greatest effect in her writing.
Name: Clary Yuki
Nickname: Witchblade
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Clan: Yuki
Looks: Clary is a rather attractive young woman with slightly tanned skin and jet black hair that reaches down to her lower spine and sits in waves when left loose although she will often tie it back in various styles. She is 5"9 and small in stature although her work outs have given her a well toned finish to her body. She has bright sapphire blue eyes and large, luscious lips that stand out perfectly above her strong jawline.
Rarely seen in anything other than swimsuits, Clary is a rather simple girl when it comes to attire. Ninety percent of the time she will be seen in noting but a bikini and loose fitting white shirt that is at least 3 sizes too large for her. The rest of her outfit is pretty random depending on the day although she is known to wear varying types of jewellery, mainly necklaces and bracelets although sometimes she will wear ankle-bands and rings too. Only the Witchblade stays with her permanently, being worn on her right wrist at all times.
Personality: A lovely girl, Clary has grown up to be much like her mother in that she is a sweet girl with a heart of gold. She cares a great deal for her family and friends although her brother is the only person she would ever say she hates. Her hatred for her brother is strong, but is only amplified by the influence of the Witchblade on her wrist. When it comes to her brother, the Witchblade is well and truly in her head, nearly to the point where any mention of him will force her to succumb completely to the demon blades will.. Something it has planted within her over time without her realising how deep it has her caught in its net.
Outside of situations involving her brother, Clary tends to have great judgement when it comes to her blade, understanding when she should use it and when she should not. Without its influence she is approachable and kind, all be it a bit inappropriate at times, but thats just her sense of humour.
Clary keeps a diary of her lifes events, always making sure to remember even the slightest details of her day for greatest effect in her writing.
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Village Info
Village of Birth: Kirigakure
Village of Alliance: N/A
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Rank//Chakra Info
Ninja Rank:
Unofficial Sage
Specialty:
Water
Wind
Elements:
Earth: Mastered
Fire: Mastered
Water: Mastered
Lightning: Mastered
Wind: Mastered
Ice: Mastered
Perfume: Mastered
Sound: In Training
Your ninjutsu:
Ninjutsu: Mastered
Taijutsu: Mastered
Genjutsu: Mastered
Mockingbird Summon: Contract Owner
Lynx Summon: Signer
Ninja Rank:
Unofficial Sage
Specialty:
Water
Wind
Elements:
Earth: Mastered
Fire: Mastered
Water: Mastered
Lightning: Mastered
Wind: Mastered
Ice: Mastered
Perfume: Mastered
Sound: In Training
Your ninjutsu:
Ninjutsu: Mastered
Taijutsu: Mastered
Genjutsu: Mastered
Mockingbird Summon: Contract Owner
Lynx Summon: Signer
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Background Info
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My name is Clary, and this is my story.
City of Ashes
I don't remember the details of my early life but I was born in Kirigakure, my mother a Yuki and my father a manipulator of the infamous dark release. Some people don't think the pair shouldn't go together, but isn't it true that love conquers all? My mother is a quiet woman, she'd never speak ill of anyone and I find it hard to imagine she'd ever even think something bad about someone... She truly is that kind. I say she was a Yuki, she never practiced her art, she wasn't born to be a shinobi so she didn't become one. My father on the other hand was a master of his art, and most of the other arts I've heard of too. His prowess in battle arts was astonishing, the things he would do never failed to amaze me... I remember one time he came into my room and lit every lantern and candle simultaneously with just the click of his finger. Obviously now that seems like a stupid thing to remember, but at the time it was like he was sent from heaven... The kind of power only an angel should possess, and that's what he was... The angel that looked over me. Even when he wasn't around I felt his presence in my heart, a permanent warmth that kept me going even through the darkest days. I see him in flames, I hear his voice in the crackle and roar of fires, I smell his breath in the dusty ashes that spread across the earth as the flames die. Sometimes it's soothing, sometimes he'll sing nursery rhymes and cradle me as I drift off to sleep... Other times it's torturous. I hear his screams as he begs for his life before me, I hear his tears hit the earth, each one sending ripples soaring through my mind and cracking my heart... And I don't see his face. I see the face of my brother. The remorseless, loveless face as he looks me in the eye and drives a blade straight through my fathers throat... But that's a story that will come later.
Life was nice, the four of us lived quietly and were in every way just a normal family. My brother and I went to school during the days and played in the evenings... He'd teach me things he'd learnt that day and I'd go into class the next day and show off to my friends. Then they'd all be amazed and get jealous, 'I wish he was my big brother' they said, their eyes wide with amazement. Hell, by the time I was done, he had more fans than Salahasi Nakahura (lead singer of KiriWoW! A pop group that was super popular at that time). It was the best, I was ahead in school and ended up finishing my next two years in a matter of months, by the time I was twelve I was in his class with kids two years older than myself and it was all thanks to him. If someone said something bad about me being younger or weaker, he'd always be there to step in, he'd come kicking and screaming until the other kid had either run home, or was physically unable to run home (usually the former). We continued, happy family for a couple more years... That's when it happened, the story I mentioned earlier.
I was fourteen when a great fire started at our home. I was in my room at the time, I was drawing pictures of animals I wished existed and was half way through a rather brilliant sketch of a sealion, but not as you know it... I remember it so clearly, I could probably recreate the drawing perfectly from memory if I tried, the animal is now my symbol of that day... How could I forget that?
First thing that hit me was the smoke, I could smell it before anything had really even caught light, but from there it all moved too quickly. Before I knew it there were flames all around me, I grabbed this diary from my desk and hightailed it downstairs screaming for help. When I reached the bottom of the stairs and turned my gaze to my right I saw it. My father knelt in the centre of the lounge and a cloaked person stood over him, a blade to his throat. I screamed for him to stop, but all I got was a cold stare in my direction as the blade sliced my fathers neck in an instant and his body fell limp to the floor. Although dark and smokey, the face that stared back at me that day was undeniable... Tasuke.
I was dragged out the house before anything else happened, taken away by someone I still don't remember and tossed straight on a boat headed for Iwagakure.
City of Lost Souls
The boat journey was relatively uneventful, as you can imagine I spent near enough the whole thing crying, questioning why he would do something like that, praying that I was about to wake up and discover that it was all a nightmare. All I really remember from the journey, apart from the crying and seething, was that there was a small black chest on deck, its lid was open slightly and I could see something glistening inside; despite the heavy mist and dense shadow, something could glisten. I pried the box open without anyone noticing and slid a thin silver bracelet on my wrist, as I did so I felt re-energised, invigorated. Then it spoke to me, said I had been chosen as its new host and that it was waiting for me. The bracelet knew my name and told me his, The ‘Witchblade’. He comforted me in my head, told me it would be alright and helped me sort out fact from fiction, the night had become a blur and he bought it into focus, gave me one point of sanity in amongst the chaos. My mother had survived, she was still out there somewhere and she was thinking about me, she loved me even if my brother had retracted his. The Witchblade told me his story, said he was a lost soul stranded in a bracelet and searching for a friend, he said he’d lend me his strength whenever I needed it and so I kept it, he would clear my mind when I drifted and set my sights when I lost focus. He channeled my hate and focused my love, I don’t know what I would have become without his influence that night.
It was at Iwagakure’s dockyard that I met a cloaked woman whom I now know as Isabella. She pulled me aside as we drifted off the boat and said she could see something inside me, said that she could see herself within my eyes. The sensation when I met her was like no other, she made me uneasy and comfortable at the same time. Every word she said sent shivers down my spine but I couldn’t help myself but listen and fall deeper into the trance she created. She was dark and light, heaven and hell, she was beautiful yet monstrous, she was brilliant. It was impossible not to go with her, I get the feeling she would have killed me had I refused her offer of sanctuary.
The woman led me to a small hut that she had in her words ‘claimed’ for her stay in these lands. She was a drifter, never in the same place for long and searching for a new provider of fun, she found that in me. She taught me how to control the tides, helped me to utilise the waters that surrounded us and made me understand the versatility that the element possesses. I cannot help but feel like the whole training session was a test, the way she eyed me as I practiced and the way she questioned me whilst I didn’t. It didn’t matter, test or not, I was learning, becoming stronger and at the same time I was making a friend. Once I had finished water, Isabella disappeared and sent me into Iwagakure to find a man named Oraan. Oraan took me as his personal student and taught me everything he knew of the elements, Wind, Fire, Earth and Lightning… But it didn’t stop there, he also helped me to access the initial stages of the Ice release I’d inherited from my mother as well as how to utilise my chakra as sound waves. We trained only for a short time in sound and ice however and Oraan was killed, the shockwave of his death hit me hard and so I returned home to Kirigakure in search of my mother.
It was harder than I had anticipated, returning home after an eight month absence. I steered clear of the family home upon returning, opting instead to live in a small room in central Kirigakure. during my second spell in the village I met more wonderful people whom I now call my friends, some of whom became my teachers… Adachi and Leaf taught me the arts of Ninjutsu, Taijutsu and Genjutsu respectively, Taijutsu not something I was a natural in but the other two became my second and third loves. My mother was not in the village any longer and although I tried I couldn’t discover where she had gone, maybe she had become just like my blade, maybe she had sent it to look over me… A lost soul to find mine.
It was in Kirigakure, shortly after my seventeenth birthday that Isabella found me once again. She suggested I join her in the Akatsuki, said that they could gather intel better than any village ever could. I did. She found me a strange man who offered to help me finish my training in Ice and Sound, Barney, was his name. We became close, although the relationship was an odd one. He was flirty and inappropriate but impossible to dislike, he had a childlike charm that couldn’t go unnoticed… Plus, he was a wonderful teacher and I appreciated everything he did for me, even if he did eventually share the same fate as Oraan. I finished my ice training with Barney, but my journey to sound mastery went on.
The first piece of information we retrieved about my family came from Konohagakure, and was about Tasuke, not my
mother as I had hoped. Word was spreading that he had found his home in Konoha, that he had found love and was getting married. How disgusting, how could he forget what he had done? Does his fiancee know what he did? How he tore the heart from his family and severed there bonds as if they were nothing? All I could think was that he didn’t deserve happiness. Thoughts swirled in my mind, I had lived my life searching for a way to destroy him, to avenge my father and cleanse the memory of my families bloodline.
I did not enjoy what was to come, it wasn’t in my nature to kill as I had to kill this day. The Witchblade spoke me through what I should do and he was right, there was only one thing to do. I had to tear his heart from his chest as he had done mine three years ago. I left for Konoha in the dark of the night and arrived before sunrise, the journey was long but felt like nothing as I trekked through the forests with my goal clearly in my mind. I had been given a picture to go on, she was pretty and reminded me of my mother in more ways than I cared to remember. She had done nothing to me, yet I felt no sadness on her part. Once I found her in the fields, everything really became a blur, as if I completely lost myself in that moment. I don’t remember if she screamed, I don’t remember who was watching… No matter how hard I try, that moment and many moments after it are voids in my mind. I see still images where I should see motion, I know what I did and how I did it but have no recollection of doing so… I grabbed her arms, pulled her toward me and planed my lips firmly on hers. Once her lips turned cold I pulled away and watched as she froze from the inside, it was something I had taught myself, how to freeze a heart with a simple kiss. Laying her body on a bed of flowers I crossed her hands over her chest and placed a rose of pure ice in her grasp. That part is all I remember, the kill was blank. The rest of the day after the kill was blank. But the frozen rose was clear as day… It was all my mother could do with her Ice release, her own type of origami. She would make us sculptures for our rooms whenever the last melted. The rose was mine, my symbol of my mothers love whenever I needed it. I may be overusing the phrase, but just as my mother had disappeared, this woman had become nothing but a lost soul in this family feud.
City of Fallen Angels
When I returned to my Akatsuki brethren Isabella said she had something for me. She took me to a lovely location not far from where we were staying. We walked through a wood before eventually we came to an opening that you could smell before you saw it. The opening was a beautiful field with flowers of every kind scattered here and there. The scent was almost overpowering, but to do what we were going to do I had to get used to it. Isabella had developed her own release, something she described as ‘the pinnacle of a kunoichi. It is the weapon of queens, empresses, assassins and commoners. It is the dagger of a mother and the shield of daughter. It is the secret of a kiss and the beauty of a dance. It is an alluring death.’ Perfume Release. I will never forget that quote, it is just so perfect. The training was long and gruelling but worth every single second, every drop of sweat, every spilt tear and every speck of blood. She helped me not only to control perfume and utilise it, but also to create my own version. Every perfume is different, each Kunoichi’s scent will be personal to them. Mine is sweet with an undertone of charcoal, it is roses followed by a long-lasting scent of the recently diminished candle flame. It is my mother and my father, brought to life by my love.
City of Glass
Once I was finished with Isabella, I returned to Kirigakure and began to continue my Sound training with a pair of travelling sensei, Melanie and Dean. Both were great in there own ways and both still are. I worked hard for my village and began to settle again, my relationships grew and my name became known. When a friend of mine, Kakuzu was forced to vacate his position as Mizukage of the village, I couldn’t help but run. I didn’t really expect to be chosen, but with a nice word from Kakuzu, I was. I led how I deemed right, trying to continue his legacy for the first part of my stay. Eventually though, sitting by and ruling under his ideals became tiresome and so I woke up and made changes. I enforced new rules and new schemes for my people to join in with, some took on others did not, but that is the way it has to be. I like to think I was approachable, I like to believe I did what I could for my village, but there are some things you cannot prevent. Much like glass, our lives are fragile and the smallest stone can leaves cracks that last a lifetime… Cracks that spread slowly until eventually you shatter.
I don’t know what happened that day, but the picture I returned to was hellacious. It was said that one man, his face undead and his body like a stick had caused the damage singlehandedly. I walked the streets the morning after, I could feel their stares hitting me from every angle. Their gazes pierced straight through my skin and stabbed like knives into every part of my soul. “Your fault” I could hear them whispering through the walls. That is all that circled my head until I felt a tug at my shorts. Looking down, a child stood, her face echoed sheer disappointment. She looked me in the eyes and handed me a box before running off into half a home, her mother waited for her and took the child in her arms before disappearing behind the front door. I didn't wait to open the box, there in the middle of the street is where I fell to my knees at the sight of it. I hadn’t cried for a long time, but in that moment I fell to pieces. I drained my body of every ounce of water it could carry, and no one helped. The people watched on out there windows in judgement, and they were right too. It was my fault this had happened. This small villages people were now homeless and missing family because of my actions. This place was really one of my favourites, Kirigakure’s main village was nice, but I’ve always loved the outskirts’ villages more… The vibe they give off was so kind and friendly. You could never imagine something like this happening here, but it had.
Once I could stand, I slid the frozen rose into my pouch and left the village at once. I cold not guarantee them the lives I wished they would have for as long as they were close to me. I gave up my position as Mizukage and head for the Land of the Moon with a single goal.
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My name is Clary, and this is my story.
City of Ashes
I don't remember the details of my early life but I was born in Kirigakure, my mother a Yuki and my father a manipulator of the infamous dark release. Some people don't think the pair shouldn't go together, but isn't it true that love conquers all? My mother is a quiet woman, she'd never speak ill of anyone and I find it hard to imagine she'd ever even think something bad about someone... She truly is that kind. I say she was a Yuki, she never practiced her art, she wasn't born to be a shinobi so she didn't become one. My father on the other hand was a master of his art, and most of the other arts I've heard of too. His prowess in battle arts was astonishing, the things he would do never failed to amaze me... I remember one time he came into my room and lit every lantern and candle simultaneously with just the click of his finger. Obviously now that seems like a stupid thing to remember, but at the time it was like he was sent from heaven... The kind of power only an angel should possess, and that's what he was... The angel that looked over me. Even when he wasn't around I felt his presence in my heart, a permanent warmth that kept me going even through the darkest days. I see him in flames, I hear his voice in the crackle and roar of fires, I smell his breath in the dusty ashes that spread across the earth as the flames die. Sometimes it's soothing, sometimes he'll sing nursery rhymes and cradle me as I drift off to sleep... Other times it's torturous. I hear his screams as he begs for his life before me, I hear his tears hit the earth, each one sending ripples soaring through my mind and cracking my heart... And I don't see his face. I see the face of my brother. The remorseless, loveless face as he looks me in the eye and drives a blade straight through my fathers throat... But that's a story that will come later.
Life was nice, the four of us lived quietly and were in every way just a normal family. My brother and I went to school during the days and played in the evenings... He'd teach me things he'd learnt that day and I'd go into class the next day and show off to my friends. Then they'd all be amazed and get jealous, 'I wish he was my big brother' they said, their eyes wide with amazement. Hell, by the time I was done, he had more fans than Salahasi Nakahura (lead singer of KiriWoW! A pop group that was super popular at that time). It was the best, I was ahead in school and ended up finishing my next two years in a matter of months, by the time I was twelve I was in his class with kids two years older than myself and it was all thanks to him. If someone said something bad about me being younger or weaker, he'd always be there to step in, he'd come kicking and screaming until the other kid had either run home, or was physically unable to run home (usually the former). We continued, happy family for a couple more years... That's when it happened, the story I mentioned earlier.
I was fourteen when a great fire started at our home. I was in my room at the time, I was drawing pictures of animals I wished existed and was half way through a rather brilliant sketch of a sealion, but not as you know it... I remember it so clearly, I could probably recreate the drawing perfectly from memory if I tried, the animal is now my symbol of that day... How could I forget that?
First thing that hit me was the smoke, I could smell it before anything had really even caught light, but from there it all moved too quickly. Before I knew it there were flames all around me, I grabbed this diary from my desk and hightailed it downstairs screaming for help. When I reached the bottom of the stairs and turned my gaze to my right I saw it. My father knelt in the centre of the lounge and a cloaked person stood over him, a blade to his throat. I screamed for him to stop, but all I got was a cold stare in my direction as the blade sliced my fathers neck in an instant and his body fell limp to the floor. Although dark and smokey, the face that stared back at me that day was undeniable... Tasuke.
I was dragged out the house before anything else happened, taken away by someone I still don't remember and tossed straight on a boat headed for Iwagakure.
City of Lost Souls
The boat journey was relatively uneventful, as you can imagine I spent near enough the whole thing crying, questioning why he would do something like that, praying that I was about to wake up and discover that it was all a nightmare. All I really remember from the journey, apart from the crying and seething, was that there was a small black chest on deck, its lid was open slightly and I could see something glistening inside; despite the heavy mist and dense shadow, something could glisten. I pried the box open without anyone noticing and slid a thin silver bracelet on my wrist, as I did so I felt re-energised, invigorated. Then it spoke to me, said I had been chosen as its new host and that it was waiting for me. The bracelet knew my name and told me his, The ‘Witchblade’. He comforted me in my head, told me it would be alright and helped me sort out fact from fiction, the night had become a blur and he bought it into focus, gave me one point of sanity in amongst the chaos. My mother had survived, she was still out there somewhere and she was thinking about me, she loved me even if my brother had retracted his. The Witchblade told me his story, said he was a lost soul stranded in a bracelet and searching for a friend, he said he’d lend me his strength whenever I needed it and so I kept it, he would clear my mind when I drifted and set my sights when I lost focus. He channeled my hate and focused my love, I don’t know what I would have become without his influence that night. It was at Iwagakure’s dockyard that I met a cloaked woman whom I now know as Isabella. She pulled me aside as we drifted off the boat and said she could see something inside me, said that she could see herself within my eyes. The sensation when I met her was like no other, she made me uneasy and comfortable at the same time. Every word she said sent shivers down my spine but I couldn’t help myself but listen and fall deeper into the trance she created. She was dark and light, heaven and hell, she was beautiful yet monstrous, she was brilliant. It was impossible not to go with her, I get the feeling she would have killed me had I refused her offer of sanctuary.
The woman led me to a small hut that she had in her words ‘claimed’ for her stay in these lands. She was a drifter, never in the same place for long and searching for a new provider of fun, she found that in me. She taught me how to control the tides, helped me to utilise the waters that surrounded us and made me understand the versatility that the element possesses. I cannot help but feel like the whole training session was a test, the way she eyed me as I practiced and the way she questioned me whilst I didn’t. It didn’t matter, test or not, I was learning, becoming stronger and at the same time I was making a friend. Once I had finished water, Isabella disappeared and sent me into Iwagakure to find a man named Oraan. Oraan took me as his personal student and taught me everything he knew of the elements, Wind, Fire, Earth and Lightning… But it didn’t stop there, he also helped me to access the initial stages of the Ice release I’d inherited from my mother as well as how to utilise my chakra as sound waves. We trained only for a short time in sound and ice however and Oraan was killed, the shockwave of his death hit me hard and so I returned home to Kirigakure in search of my mother.
It was harder than I had anticipated, returning home after an eight month absence. I steered clear of the family home upon returning, opting instead to live in a small room in central Kirigakure. during my second spell in the village I met more wonderful people whom I now call my friends, some of whom became my teachers… Adachi and Leaf taught me the arts of Ninjutsu, Taijutsu and Genjutsu respectively, Taijutsu not something I was a natural in but the other two became my second and third loves. My mother was not in the village any longer and although I tried I couldn’t discover where she had gone, maybe she had become just like my blade, maybe she had sent it to look over me… A lost soul to find mine.
It was in Kirigakure, shortly after my seventeenth birthday that Isabella found me once again. She suggested I join her in the Akatsuki, said that they could gather intel better than any village ever could. I did. She found me a strange man who offered to help me finish my training in Ice and Sound, Barney, was his name. We became close, although the relationship was an odd one. He was flirty and inappropriate but impossible to dislike, he had a childlike charm that couldn’t go unnoticed… Plus, he was a wonderful teacher and I appreciated everything he did for me, even if he did eventually share the same fate as Oraan. I finished my ice training with Barney, but my journey to sound mastery went on.
The first piece of information we retrieved about my family came from Konohagakure, and was about Tasuke, not my
mother as I had hoped. Word was spreading that he had found his home in Konoha, that he had found love and was getting married. How disgusting, how could he forget what he had done? Does his fiancee know what he did? How he tore the heart from his family and severed there bonds as if they were nothing? All I could think was that he didn’t deserve happiness. Thoughts swirled in my mind, I had lived my life searching for a way to destroy him, to avenge my father and cleanse the memory of my families bloodline. I did not enjoy what was to come, it wasn’t in my nature to kill as I had to kill this day. The Witchblade spoke me through what I should do and he was right, there was only one thing to do. I had to tear his heart from his chest as he had done mine three years ago. I left for Konoha in the dark of the night and arrived before sunrise, the journey was long but felt like nothing as I trekked through the forests with my goal clearly in my mind. I had been given a picture to go on, she was pretty and reminded me of my mother in more ways than I cared to remember. She had done nothing to me, yet I felt no sadness on her part. Once I found her in the fields, everything really became a blur, as if I completely lost myself in that moment. I don’t remember if she screamed, I don’t remember who was watching… No matter how hard I try, that moment and many moments after it are voids in my mind. I see still images where I should see motion, I know what I did and how I did it but have no recollection of doing so… I grabbed her arms, pulled her toward me and planed my lips firmly on hers. Once her lips turned cold I pulled away and watched as she froze from the inside, it was something I had taught myself, how to freeze a heart with a simple kiss. Laying her body on a bed of flowers I crossed her hands over her chest and placed a rose of pure ice in her grasp. That part is all I remember, the kill was blank. The rest of the day after the kill was blank. But the frozen rose was clear as day… It was all my mother could do with her Ice release, her own type of origami. She would make us sculptures for our rooms whenever the last melted. The rose was mine, my symbol of my mothers love whenever I needed it. I may be overusing the phrase, but just as my mother had disappeared, this woman had become nothing but a lost soul in this family feud.
City of Fallen Angels
When I returned to my Akatsuki brethren Isabella said she had something for me. She took me to a lovely location not far from where we were staying. We walked through a wood before eventually we came to an opening that you could smell before you saw it. The opening was a beautiful field with flowers of every kind scattered here and there. The scent was almost overpowering, but to do what we were going to do I had to get used to it. Isabella had developed her own release, something she described as ‘the pinnacle of a kunoichi. It is the weapon of queens, empresses, assassins and commoners. It is the dagger of a mother and the shield of daughter. It is the secret of a kiss and the beauty of a dance. It is an alluring death.’ Perfume Release. I will never forget that quote, it is just so perfect. The training was long and gruelling but worth every single second, every drop of sweat, every spilt tear and every speck of blood. She helped me not only to control perfume and utilise it, but also to create my own version. Every perfume is different, each Kunoichi’s scent will be personal to them. Mine is sweet with an undertone of charcoal, it is roses followed by a long-lasting scent of the recently diminished candle flame. It is my mother and my father, brought to life by my love.
City of Glass
Once I was finished with Isabella, I returned to Kirigakure and began to continue my Sound training with a pair of travelling sensei, Melanie and Dean. Both were great in there own ways and both still are. I worked hard for my village and began to settle again, my relationships grew and my name became known. When a friend of mine, Kakuzu was forced to vacate his position as Mizukage of the village, I couldn’t help but run. I didn’t really expect to be chosen, but with a nice word from Kakuzu, I was. I led how I deemed right, trying to continue his legacy for the first part of my stay. Eventually though, sitting by and ruling under his ideals became tiresome and so I woke up and made changes. I enforced new rules and new schemes for my people to join in with, some took on others did not, but that is the way it has to be. I like to think I was approachable, I like to believe I did what I could for my village, but there are some things you cannot prevent. Much like glass, our lives are fragile and the smallest stone can leaves cracks that last a lifetime… Cracks that spread slowly until eventually you shatter.I don’t know what happened that day, but the picture I returned to was hellacious. It was said that one man, his face undead and his body like a stick had caused the damage singlehandedly. I walked the streets the morning after, I could feel their stares hitting me from every angle. Their gazes pierced straight through my skin and stabbed like knives into every part of my soul. “Your fault” I could hear them whispering through the walls. That is all that circled my head until I felt a tug at my shorts. Looking down, a child stood, her face echoed sheer disappointment. She looked me in the eyes and handed me a box before running off into half a home, her mother waited for her and took the child in her arms before disappearing behind the front door. I didn't wait to open the box, there in the middle of the street is where I fell to my knees at the sight of it. I hadn’t cried for a long time, but in that moment I fell to pieces. I drained my body of every ounce of water it could carry, and no one helped. The people watched on out there windows in judgement, and they were right too. It was my fault this had happened. This small villages people were now homeless and missing family because of my actions. This place was really one of my favourites, Kirigakure’s main village was nice, but I’ve always loved the outskirts’ villages more… The vibe they give off was so kind and friendly. You could never imagine something like this happening here, but it had.
Once I could stand, I slid the frozen rose into my pouch and left the village at once. I cold not guarantee them the lives I wished they would have for as long as they were close to me. I gave up my position as Mizukage and head for the Land of the Moon with a single goal.
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Witchblade: As the current host body of the Witchblade, Clary can activate the blades powers at anytime during battle.
Majoken | Witchblade
Perfume Release: As a practitioner of perfume release, Clary has her own special perfume individually scented with rose and freshly blown out candles.
Tools Pouch: In Clary's pouch, she carries. Shuriken, tacs, senbon, tags and three small vials of main release perfume.
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Witchblade: As the current host body of the Witchblade, Clary can activate the blades powers at anytime during battle.
Majoken | Witchblade
Type: Weapon
Rank: C-S
Range: Short
Chakra: 15/20/30/40 (-2 each turn it remains activated at A-rank or above)
Damage: 30/40/60/80
Description: The Witchblade at heart is not a weapon, but an entity. It selects it's own host and locks itself to their arm, allowing itself to be wielded by whomever he is connected too. As well as being wielded by them, the Witchblade also corrupts there mind, making them kill and changing them completely once it is activated, turning even the kindest of women into a killing machine. As a male entity, the Witchblade will only connect itself to female host bodies.
Once activated, the Witchblade will spread across its wielders body, covering their skin with a silver and gold metal, highly durable against slashing and piercing weapons, protecting its user from weapons of equal and lower rank (at the expense of their clothing). As well as the armor, the user will be able to extend arms from the metal, these arms can be completed with either a hooked end or bladed edge and will stretch short range from the user. These arms can be controlled at will. Number of arms created will vary depending on the blades rank. This will be explained in the next section.
The Witchblades use is not entirely free however, it's restrictions lie within its love of a fight, it likes to see its wielders true power and will therefore only give them enough of its own power for the enemy they are facing. It can sense opponents chakra levels and will only offer the user protection based upon the rank of opponent they face. See key below.
Genin and Chunin will face a C-Ranked Witchblade variety, this will gift the user D-Rank armor that spreads only across the forearm and hand the blade is worn on. No arms can be created, but this will give the user claws from the ends of the fingers (claws are capable of grabbing chakra-less earth, allowing a user to climb walls with ease).
S-Jounin and Jounin will face a B-Ranked Witchblade variety, this will spread C-Rank armor across the arm and shoulder, as well as one half of the neck. As well as the claws, a single arm can be extended from any part of this armor and will be equivalent to a C-Ranked Weapon.
S-Class and Sannin will face the A-Ranked Witchblade variety, this will spread B-Rank armor across the arms, breasts and legs. As well as the claws (on both hands), Two arms can be extended from this armor at any one time. Arms will each be equivalent to B-Ranked weapons
Kage and above will face the full S-Rank Witchblade, this will spread A Rank armor across the whole body, up to the neck. The user will also be able to (as well as claws on both hands) extend up to three arms from the armor at any one time. Arms will each be equivalent to A-Ranked weapons
Weapons of a higher rank will effect the user through the Witchblade armor, armor will only block non-elemental attacks of equal or lower rank.
-Witchblade can only be wielded by female shinobi-
-Before the Witchblade is activated, it takes the form of a bracelet-
-Witchblade armor has no effect against elemental techniques, it only stops weapons or taijutsu-
-Created arms will extend from the armor like the legs of a spider and can be made to reach roughly 4 feet in length-
-Witchblade can communicate with its wielder mentally (This holds no bearing on chakra sensing abilities and can be done in any of the blades forms even before its activation)-
-The Witchblade can only sense chakra to gauge an opposing shinobi's level. It cannot detect people or techniques in any fashion. Nor can it produce its own chakra or surge it's wielders.
-Unless made upon activation, creation of any arms will count as one of the users moves that turn, although, numerous arms can be created in that one move.-
-Blade can be activated in its C-rank form even without an opponent.
Rank: C-S
Range: Short
Chakra: 15/20/30/40 (-2 each turn it remains activated at A-rank or above)
Damage: 30/40/60/80
Description: The Witchblade at heart is not a weapon, but an entity. It selects it's own host and locks itself to their arm, allowing itself to be wielded by whomever he is connected too. As well as being wielded by them, the Witchblade also corrupts there mind, making them kill and changing them completely once it is activated, turning even the kindest of women into a killing machine. As a male entity, the Witchblade will only connect itself to female host bodies.
Once activated, the Witchblade will spread across its wielders body, covering their skin with a silver and gold metal, highly durable against slashing and piercing weapons, protecting its user from weapons of equal and lower rank (at the expense of their clothing). As well as the armor, the user will be able to extend arms from the metal, these arms can be completed with either a hooked end or bladed edge and will stretch short range from the user. These arms can be controlled at will. Number of arms created will vary depending on the blades rank. This will be explained in the next section.
The Witchblades use is not entirely free however, it's restrictions lie within its love of a fight, it likes to see its wielders true power and will therefore only give them enough of its own power for the enemy they are facing. It can sense opponents chakra levels and will only offer the user protection based upon the rank of opponent they face. See key below.
Genin and Chunin will face a C-Ranked Witchblade variety, this will gift the user D-Rank armor that spreads only across the forearm and hand the blade is worn on. No arms can be created, but this will give the user claws from the ends of the fingers (claws are capable of grabbing chakra-less earth, allowing a user to climb walls with ease).
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S-Jounin and Jounin will face a B-Ranked Witchblade variety, this will spread C-Rank armor across the arm and shoulder, as well as one half of the neck. As well as the claws, a single arm can be extended from any part of this armor and will be equivalent to a C-Ranked Weapon.
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S-Class and Sannin will face the A-Ranked Witchblade variety, this will spread B-Rank armor across the arms, breasts and legs. As well as the claws (on both hands), Two arms can be extended from this armor at any one time. Arms will each be equivalent to B-Ranked weapons
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Kage and above will face the full S-Rank Witchblade, this will spread A Rank armor across the whole body, up to the neck. The user will also be able to (as well as claws on both hands) extend up to three arms from the armor at any one time. Arms will each be equivalent to A-Ranked weapons
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Weapons of a higher rank will effect the user through the Witchblade armor, armor will only block non-elemental attacks of equal or lower rank.
-Witchblade can only be wielded by female shinobi-
-Before the Witchblade is activated, it takes the form of a bracelet-
-Witchblade armor has no effect against elemental techniques, it only stops weapons or taijutsu-
-Created arms will extend from the armor like the legs of a spider and can be made to reach roughly 4 feet in length-
-Witchblade can communicate with its wielder mentally (This holds no bearing on chakra sensing abilities and can be done in any of the blades forms even before its activation)-
-The Witchblade can only sense chakra to gauge an opposing shinobi's level. It cannot detect people or techniques in any fashion. Nor can it produce its own chakra or surge it's wielders.
-Unless made upon activation, creation of any arms will count as one of the users moves that turn, although, numerous arms can be created in that one move.-
-Blade can be activated in its C-rank form even without an opponent.
Perfume Release: As a practitioner of perfume release, Clary has her own special perfume individually scented with rose and freshly blown out candles.
Tools Pouch: In Clary's pouch, she carries. Shuriken, tacs, senbon, tags and three small vials of main release perfume.
Theme Song and Background Music:
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