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| Name: Amane, Misa. Nickname: Misa-Misa, Lady Misa, Kirigakure's Water Orchid Age: 19 Gender: Female Rank: Mizukage. Former Rank: -- Village: Kirigakure Former Village: Yukigakure
Affiliations: None. Elements: •Water •Lightning Kekke Genkai: -- Personality: Misa displays a girl who is friendly, brave, sensitive, considerate, and very sapient for her age. She is very humorous, always cracking jokes at the apropos moment. Misa is very prim and proper, always having to show much manners as a child has now effected her much so. She mostly radiates with calmness and a mellow vibe, but she does have her moments when she can be slightly hyper. Though Misa wears jewelry with a crucifix theme, she is innocently sweet and not all evil. Despite her slight tendency of hyperactivity, she rarely--if ever--allows her personal feelings about anyone to interfere with anything, keeping everything bottled up inside and acting as if she were okay; just to allow her villagers to not be concerned. Sympathy is the last thing she'd want from anyone. The young Kage is known for a lot of things, one of them is for having gracious advise. She may look young on the outside, but on the inside she's as sagacious as a 90-year old sage. Nothing and no one can stand in the way of letting her speak her mind, she having a strong belief that there are no bolts and locks on the door of a being's mind to keep them from speaking what they feel. Misa can be very stubborn, but that is if only she doesn't agree to a moronic decision a retard wants to make, knowing what is best and what is poor for her village; of course always wanting the best. Many don't believe that she can be mean, thinking she's the perfect role-model with the wonderful upbeat attitude, but not. If you piss her off, she'll be glad to give you hell. Despite that, the young girl is the type to finish what she started, and has a major fear of losing in anything, making her very competitive. Appearance:(I tried my hardest to describe what I drew below) Misa is a beautiful girl with light blonde hair that falls to the middle of her back, her appearance breath-taking; screaming the words flawless. Misa's bone structure is aligned perfectly down to every detail, and her eyes aren't just one color, but many. They explode with an attractive brightness, variations of blues engulfing them; ranging from light blues to even dark blues. They look like the small pools of an ocean, clear and blue. Misa wears petal pink lipstick, contrasting with her natural tan skin color, making her look like a glass doll. With her ethereal self, it was almost as though she could be a puppet with how flawless she looks, everything about her screaming the words embodied perfection. What she wears is sort of something you wouldn't quite call all modest, for being a kage at least, but she could care very little of others opinions. Misa wears a tight and short petal pink corset dress, thigh-high lace socks that cover her legs and some of her thighs, and many rings and necklaces. It's more of a crucifix yet girly style, an outfit you wouldn't see much in the ninja world, you could say. She wears crimson red knee-high boots, her heels black and at least an inch tall. When Misa wears her Kage robe, she wears it with great honor and respect, always making sure that nothing bad happens to it. When she wears this white robe with its blue detailed patterns along the cuffs, she usually wears something modest beneath it, like a beautiful thin Kimono with a pair of heels.   Bio:((Pssh, I didn't use my old app's bio... xD)) Before/ After Academy Arc: Found.- Spoiler:
"Just get away from me!" A weak cry came from a little girl, slapping her father's hand away. He stood there, quivering as he became irate. It was easy to see the anger within him rise as the blood boiled under his skin, his temper ticking very quickly. Catching her breath, Misa stood there frozen. She didn't mean to slap his hand away, she was just trying to defend herself. The hairs on the back of her neck rose, goose flesh taking over her skin as her moistened eyes saw him raise his arm, his fist clenched so tightly his knuckles were bone white. He swung, and a loud popping noise was heard as his fist made contact with Misa's lower cheek. She slammed into the ground, her light blonde hair sprawled out around her, a few red dots splashed onto the floor; soon forming a tiny puddle of blood beneath her mouth where it touched the cold wooden floor. Shaken and locked in fear, she laid there motionless; not a wince or breathless pant brushed off her trembling bloody lips. Her vision quickly swerved as tears began to swell up in her eyes, silently running down her bruised cheek. She heard his loud footsteps storm out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. The small girl laid like that for a good half hour, silently crying as she was afraid he'd come back. Pain numbingly formed around her mouth, and her frail hand shook as she brought it up to her lips. Her frail fingers brushed against her uneven yet beautiful lips, pain waved throughout her lips with each gentle brush of her fingers. She so quietly winced, and when she removed her fingers, blood sauntered down them like the hot wax on a burning candle. Her eyes shook with regret as she saw the sight of blood. He had hit her so hard; luckily her jaw hadn't been broken. She could feel the soreness of a bruise coming, and she cleared her dry throat. Placing her hands beneath her and ever so lightly pushing herself up, she sat on her knees then stumbled onto her tiny feet.
She tip toed quickly to the side of her bed, only grabbing one thing from the night stand next to it: her music box. It had been a gift her mother had given to her when she was only three, the only thing she had left in memory of her mother. Besides the choker she wore, anyways. Misa hustled over to the window, lifting it up and sticking one leg out of it. Placing one hand on the window frame and gripping it tightly, the other carrasing the music box, she took one last look at her door, silently remembering all of those times her father had walked in and hurt her. She painfully looked away, jumping out of the window and gracefully landing into the freezing snow with a light thud. The young girl broke into a sprint, the blistering cold night air stinging the exposed skin on her face and body, the pain slightly numbing from her mouth. She didn't stop running, she couldn't stop running, even if it hurt to suck in the cold air as she panted. This was her chance to break away, to start over and have the life of a normal child. An hour passed by, her legs sore from running. Misa couldn't feel her feet anymore; the bottom of her feet bleeding from stepping on glass and rocks hidden in the milk white snow. She gasped for air as she slowly walked along an empty dirt road. When she looked over her shoulder, all she saw was white. Everywhere. Bloody foot prints were left in her trail, making her wince. Fields of frozen grass that were on each side of the road glistened as the ice crystals reflected the moon's light, Tifa stopping to stare. She was completely clueless to where she was, but she didn't care; she was free, out of harm's grasp. She smiled slightly, but winced as she forgot about the pain in her mouth. Misa weakly shuffled into the tall grass, falling onto her side and laying there, her hands out in front of her. She didn't care about the pain it brought to lie down on the icey-grass, she was too exhausted and numb to even care. She stared at the golden music box within her small hands, sniffling as she thought of her mother.
The box was so beautiful: its gold covering shined within the moon's bright light, vibrant red swirls running along the sides of the box. Misa could see a little girl's face reflecting off of the shiny covering. She looked worn out, beaten and no good, her blonde hair slightly motioning as the wind brushed against it. Misa sighed, closing her eyes shut. Reopening her blue eyes, she slowly and carefully opened it, a beautiful, porcelain girl being summoned to dance. The statue began to twirl, clicking the music into place. A beautiful melody called Seeds of Love played as the girl spun and spun. Misa closed her eyes in memory of her mother, but there wasn't much to remember, only her face. Her mother's face was soft and had a beautiful cream color to it. Her hair was a light blonde, about shoulders length. She had huge, round blue eyes, eyes that made you feel like you were drowning in an ocean if you were to stare into them for too long. Her lips were uneven; the bottom lip much fuller then top lip, just like how Misa's are. Thinking of her mother made her want to cry, but she knew crying wouldn't bring her back, and she learned that the hard way. The soothing music stopped, the ballerina stopping her spin as the music ended. She parted her lips as she began to speak, "Oh mommy...where did you go? Daddy won't speak of you, and I don't remember much of you, just your pretty face and the feeling of being held in your arms...Please, can you come back? I promise, I'll be good. I'm always good. I need you...Just come back...You promised you would, remember?" Misa whispered as her voice shook. Her eyes suddenly felt heavy, slowly her eyelids closing, shutting out the world before her...
The next morning, Misa had been found by a woman who went by the name of Ruca-San, a jounin who had been traveling back home from an assassination mission. Concerned and worried, she took Misa with her back to her village, Kirigakure, and healed her wounds and painful scars of the past. She could sense that Misa had a good head on her shoulders even though her past was rough. Misa was a tough little girl, therefore Ruca-San wanting to make her a shinobi. Though Misa was only six years old at the time, Ruca-San never went easy on her. In her eyes, the more harshly you are trained, the better you will become. When Ruca-San knew Misa was ready, she enrolled her into Academy school when she turned eight. Misa soon impressed the teachers there with her skills, knowing more than she should. While other kids were learning the simple jutsu every shinobi knows, the transformation skill, Misa was learning how to heal. She was shown how to heal by healing a bird's broken wing, and she did it with simplicity. Making Ruca-San proud, she'd always ask Misa what she would want as a treat for working hard, and Misa's answer was always the same, "A new jutsu! Pleeeaasee Ruca-San?!"
As days went by, the bond between the two were inseparable. Ruca loved Misa so dearly, as if she were her own daughter. The two would never leave each others side, especially in training. Ruca-San thought that it was time to show Misa something that she will from then and on hold dearest to her. Misa's mother's white katana. At first, Misa thought it was just a very beautiful katana, but when she found out who the previous owner of it was, she broke down. Ruca-San couldn't explain everything to Misa; she was too fragile to know the truth. If she had been told, she would have shattered like the thin glass of a mirror. The secret she kept back from Misa balled up in her throat. Her mother's death. Ruca had been her mother's partner in an S-ranked assassination mission, her mother sacrificing her life to save Ruca. Before her death, Misa's mother had told Ruca to give her katana to Misa, if she ever found her. Ruca promised she would. So when Ruca came across Misa in the field, she was very shocked by the resemblance Misa had to her mother's appearance. Convinced that she was Tetsuya's daughter, she took her in without hesitation.
Ruca trained Misa how to use the katana, being a great swords woman herself, she had no problems teaching her. Misa caught on very quickly, and she took in using the katana very seriously.
Genin Arc: A New Bond. - Spoiler:
"Misa Amane, you are assigned to team 4!" Suki-Sama announce excitedly. Misa's head automatically twisted to the right to see her teammate, Ichiro Sunay, her right eye twitching. He wasn't bad looking, actually pretty cute. But he sure can be very annoying with that positive attitude of his, and just the way how he can be immature at times, like everything is just a game to him. She mumbled under her breath, rising from her seat and walking over to him. Flashing a kind smile, she waved and sat next to him. For some reason, he blushed red, not saying a word, but crookedly smiling back. Misa confusingly sighed, looking away and waiting to see who her next teammate would be. "And Kai Yoshimato, take a seat with Team 4," Suki-Sama added. Misa heard a lot of squeals come from girls all around the room, startling her. The chair beside her was then pulled back and occupied by someone's presence. "Hello," a calm and soothing voice said. Misa cocked her head upward and to the side, her eyes staring into an ocean of green. He had snowy white hair that fell slightly into his eyes, and he looked very handsome. He smiled at her, and she smiled back, her ocean-blue eyes feverishly looking away. He was just a teammate, and nothing more. From her right, she heard Ichiro mumble a swear under his breath, making her giggle. That was the first day that soon started her genin days...
In Misa's genin years, she had gained a strong bond with her two teammates, all working together very well. Rarely did they fight, and when they did, it was between Kai and Ichiro. As a genin, Misa was very experienced with medicine, allowing her to be a medical ninja for her team. Misa took her position on the team very well. She was always having to look out for herself, not letting herself rely on her teammates. She knew how to defend herself, and she was stronger then Kai and Ichiro at some moments. Not in strength, but mostly attitude. She was always the one to reassure everyone that everything would be ok, and in the end, she was right most of the times. When Misa was not with her team, she was always found training alone or with Ruca-San. Training was the only thing she wanted to do, only because she didn't want to be the weakling she once was as a child, and her team didn't deserve a weakling on the team. She hated losing, it stung her badly, so that also has a huge role when it comes to days of training very hard.
Chuunin Arc: Father...? - Spoiler:
Kiosho strolled casually over to Misa, his bloody hands shoved into his pockets. A wide smirk was carved on his face. His eyes were glimmering in excitement as he stopped in front of her, her body thrashing around like a crazed beast. "Oh, shh...It only gets worst..." he hushed in a calm, soothing voice. His sandy blonde hair ruffled in the wind, his penetrating mint green eyes locked on her's. Kiosho lifted his hand, and twitched his pointer finger up. A plethora of ear-splitting cracks boomed throughout Misa's chest, and her mouth hung open. Her ocean-blue irises shrunk as the pain ripped through her. She tried to scream, but the only thing that poured out of her mouth was warm blood. Every rib in her chest snapped so simply, breaking with ease.
Misa violently writhed on the ground, the burning increasing as it now flowed through every thin vein that ran through her chest. She screamed, her screams ear-splitting and very unpleasant. She screamed in pain so loudly it could have been clearly heard four miles away from their destination. The pain just got heavier and even more unbearable; her body began to twitch, and her chest would jerk upward as her heart was about to be engulfed in heat, going through a burning frenzy. Her screams were then cut off as blood clogged her throat. You could hear it gurgling in her throat as she tried to breath. She then coughed up the massive amount of crimson blood, the blood pouring out of her mouth and down the side of her jaw, covering her chin. New screams made their way out of her bloody throat. Now, these screams were the kind of screams you would never be able to forget, the kind that sends a hole through your chest. They were layered with such undesirable pain, it was almost heart shattering to hear. She couldn't stop screaming-they just wouldn't stop coming. She began to cry as the pain grew and grew inside of her whole body now. Her chest jerked more violently now, right where Kiosho implanted the jutsu in her. Even though she was it's new host and hadn't grew yet in her, she already felt like someone was trying to claw their way out of her chest; obliterating anything in it's path. Her throat burned as new blood was coming up her throat, but this time, the burning was a luke warm temperature. The fire was mute at first, but as it got halfway up her throat, it felt as if someone had shoved hot boiling gold down her throat. Her head flew up as she coughed it up-just adding more blood to her body. She was now completely drenched in blood-not forgetting the pool of blood she was laying in. She should've been dead by now-the amount of blood that she had already shed should have killed her.
Kiosho grinned sadistically as he watched with satisfaction. Her precious heart-tretchering screams sounded like beautiful music to his ears. So many years he's waited to hear them. She only had five seconds left to suffer now, so he turned around and held out his hand, a black hole appearing in front of him. He stepped into the black portal, and before it closed up he turned around and waved goodbye. "Goodbye...It was fun fighting 'ya, kiddo," he chuckled. He paused, not looking at her. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small envelope and throwing it over his shoulder. It landed into the puddle of blood that surrounded Misa, the blood staining the milk-white paper. "She loved you, kid..." he whispered so quietly, only his ears being able to receive before completely disappearing, leaving her alone.
Misa was too caught up in the pain to even realize that Kiosho was leaving. All of a sudden, her back finally stayed against the ground. Her chest didn't spazz, and now her fingers were the only part of her that twitched, curling into pale, clawed fingers as she lost blood slowly. She felt so exhausted and broken down; she felt herself sluggishly slipping away from her torn body. She knew she couldn't make it; she was beyond repair. No one would want something so damaged as she was at the moment. Every rib in her now hollow chest was broken, her ankle was broken in two places, three bones were broken in her left and right wrist, her left leg starting from her knee and down was broken. She couldn't feel her arms or legs, and the burning pain numbed in her chest. Now, they were just faint throbs of fire flickering the last bit of fire it had left to burn off. Even though her eyes were wide open--full of pain--she couldn't see anything. Everything was pitch black... If someone were to be standing five feet away, she'd look like a lifeless puppet. Hollow and motionless...
Misa and her team had passed the chuunin exams with ease. They beamed as they were all proud of themselves, so excited to rank up. As the days flew by and time ticked away, they all slowly began to grow up. Everyone changed, from looks to personality to strength. New missions came here and there, but not as much as they wanted. Misa had gotten a letter from an anonymous person one day, saying they knew where her mother was. She was only three the last time she saw her, and so she rashly agreed to meet up with the person who knew where her mother was. Realizing who had sent her the letter, she regretted agreeing to meet the second she saw him. Her father. Enraged, she attacked him, making the wrong decision. This idiotic decision she made almost left her in hell's grasp. Misa had been found an hour and a half later when Ruca-San had noticed how she hadn't came home. Rushing her to the hospital, all she could remember were the heart-wrenching looks on her teammates faces as they wheeled her away. Machines were breathing for her, being dolled up in white, and wrapped up in tubes as Misa was in recovery; she had fallen into a coma that lasted for 10 whole months, completely oblivious to what has happened around her as the previous days were wasted sleeping. While Ichiro and Kai were worried sick about her, she just sat there feeling weak and useless. Misa could feel the immense amount of chakra that radiated off of Kai and Ichiro, meaning they were now more stronger than her. Misa's release was not long after, and for months all she did was push herself to train and reach the level of her teammates. She had made a promise to herself: that she would eliminate those like her father. Those who no longer needed to exist in this world, wanting to bring down the crime rate. The deaths and the injured of the innocent was something she wanted to lower for good. She would one day become Mizukage, to protect her villagers from what lies ahead and keep danger at bay.
ANBU Arc: A Small Goal. - Spoiler:
The noise of wet spit splattered onto the ground right in front of Misa's feet as the hostage who was being restrained by two other ANBU members spat at her. "I. Don't. Know. Anything!" he snarled at her. Misa saw a slight glimmer in his eye, perhaps proposing his lie? Forming a quick series of hand signs. Misa said, "Time Reversal Technique." She closed her eyes and sifted through the man's memories, finding one where he was speaking with who they were after. The hostage appeared to be more into the money he'd receive than listening to what the man before him had to say. A little irratated, Misa came back to reality. She then stared at the spit before her, calmly doing nothing. Misa reached her hand slowly behind her back and pulled off her katana and looked up. She held it in both hands in front of the hostage. "It appears that you were just a waste of our precious time..." she said from under her porcelain mask, her voice soft and mesmerizing. She slowly pulled the sheath back, the blade being revealed as the it came off. The man before her began to struggle, his eyes widening. The ANBU that held him tightened their grip, not moving an inch no matter how much he struggled. In the blink of an eye, Misa's right arm was outstretched to the side, blood splashing onto the floor. She twirled the katana, the blood flying off clean before clicking it back into its sheath, returning it to her back. The body fell to its knees, sluggishly falling forward. A pool of blood began to form around the neck area, and the two men looked at Misa. "Go report to the Hokage...I'll keep looking," she whispered fluidly. They nodded their heads once, and they all disappeared quickly, a puff of kicked up dust left in their silent
trace.
Her age, previous rank, or background didn't matter to her pick. The Mizukage had picked her himself, and she was greatly honored on the inside, while on the outside she showed no emotion. A reason why Misa wished to join the ANBU was because she was highly incredible when it came to assassinations, but most of all, she'd be able to bring down criminals. She did it quick and painless. Though she preferred to work alone, she did great working with others in a team. Another reason why she was chosen was for her illustrious tracking skills and great chakra, so she was very helpful during missions into enemy countries. Misa serves as one of the interrogators that probe the minds of enemy ninja to learn information valuable to the village. If an ANBU is greatly injured in battle, they are required to destroy their bodies to prevent any information from leaking into the enemy hands, making Misa very cautious when it comes to fighting. Knowing this, Misa though each day would be her last, only preparing for what lyed unknown to her ahead. A couple of months as being in the ANBU, Ruca passed away of a sudden heart attack. Due to this unexpected death, Misa remained mute for quite awhile. That is, until the day her dream came true. Becoming Mizukage.
Mizukage Arc: Promise Kept; Dreams Do Come True. - Spoiler:
The tick of the clock ticked, being the only noise heard. Staring out of his window of the Kage's building, stood the Mizukage. His hard eyes peered over his village, looking quite content in the progress. Arms crossed, eyes locked on the beauty of a lovely village, he pulled his gaze away from the window and towards his assistant who had just walked in, Kiyolo, standing near the door and juggling stacks of paper work in both hands. In two long strides, he had already made it to her, grabbing both stacks and placing them on his desk in order to help. "Mizukage, sir. I could have done it myself. Do you need me to get you anything?" she asked, speaking to him softly. "No, no. It's okay, I'm fine. Though I do wish to speak with you about something..." he muttered, walking around the desk and plopping down in his chair; sinking into it. Kiyolo nodded, holding her hands together as she stood before his desk. "It's about my passing... When the time comes, that is..." he started, hesitating. Kiyolo stood there, listening. "I wish for a Mizukage who can do better than I, someone who is young, yet has all the traits a Kage should. And I have decided who I wish for it to be. Amane, Misa. She has what this village needs. All I want is for the better of this village, and with the huge heart she has, she'd be able to complete my simple request..."
It happened so unexpectingly; the death of their wonderful Mizukage. He was such a gracious guy; caring and gentle towards his villagers. He had told his assistant that if he one day would pass away, he'd like Misa to take his spot in being Mizukage. He knew her very well, from her being in the ANBU. She was very sapient, and always put others before her. She had every trait a good Kage would have, therefore making his descion simple. It was decided that she, Misa Amane, would become the Mizukage of the village. To protect and fight for the right of her home. He had remembered when he first met her, the day Ruca brought her in. She was weak and useless, just like any other child. Her life was like a game of chess; she began as the physically weakest player on the board, the pawn, but at the end she became the strongest, the queen.
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| | Subject: Re: Misa Amane: Kirigakure's New Mizukage. Wed Jun 02, 2010 11:26 pm | |
| YOur bio confuses me looks more like an RP XD ..anyway due to me not wanting to read that whole thing and it not looking like a Bio Added with me being lazy i have one thing to say about it
your former Village says Yuki but from my Skimming i dont see any thing about Yuki in there, please put in where you were born and stuff like that and if your from Yuki how did you get to the mist if i missed all that crap my bad | |
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| | Subject: Re: Misa Amane: Kirigakure's New Mizukage. Wed Jun 02, 2010 11:29 pm | |
| Because it wasn't really described. XD
She ran away from home (Yuki) but was found by a Jounin leavin a mission and decided to kidnap her>D
jk. She took her in, bringing her to Kiri. And yes, the opening of each arc, I did a mini rp of it xD | |
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| Baaah..im gonna be careless just once and APPROVE this XD | |
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