Ai Tsukino

Name: Ai Tsukino
Age: 33
Birthdate: June 3rd
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Rank: Special Jounin

Village:  Amagakure
Element(s): Raiton
Specialties: Fuuinjutsu
Special Characteristics:




Height: 5 Feet 6 Inches
Weight: 120 Pounds
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Silver
General Description: The choice of style that Ai clothes herself in can be a bit revealing to say the least. However, Ai was taught early on to use all assets when on the path of a shinobi, and what better way to distract an enemy then with a pair of tits?
Ai's hair is a white color and hangs nearly down to the floor; her face framed with shortened bangs that stop about her chin. Her hair is always parted on the left side. Silver eyes stick out from naturally black and thick eyelashes.
The female has an hour glass figure, and D cup breasts. Yet, she also has lean muscles.
Her usual outfit consists of a white cloth tied around her chest; covering her nipples while keeping the majority of her breasts revealed: tied in the front. Black sleeves cover her arms, and her collarbone up to her neck; but otherwise do not cover any part of her. Leather black pants cover her legs with the thighs being revealed; a black strip keeping her privates and undergarments hidden. Feet are normally housed in a pair of black combat boots.
Ai's belly button is pierced; as is her tongue. Several small hoops hang from her ears: going from the top of her ear down to the bottoms of her earlobes.


Personality: Ai is mostly quiet, so much so that she tends to shy away from social interaction of all form; the only exception to this rule is if it's family, or someone who has been able to 'win' her over and become her friend. She's never one to be found in crowded places given her social awkwardness. However, she's also a very kind and generous soul. While she might not outright do an act of 'good' or 'kindness', she tends to do them in secret, and find great pleasure in watching in the distance while others get satisfaction over what ever she's secretly done.
There is, of course, and awkwardness to her personality; Ai has a complete lack of judgement to herself. She lacks the ability to see herself as anything but normal. Even when, in the rare occasion, she's enraged and therefore more crazed, she sees nothing wrong in the way she's acting. This carries over to her other 'issue'; Ai constantly talks to herself. Mumbling either in english or otherwise, she seems to converse greatly with herself, usually in an almost argumentative sort of way, with one side of her leaning towards one way and the other leaning in the opposite direction.

History: Ai's early childhood was a very... strange one: and perhaps this is what has led to Ai's overall inability to care about her own appearance – not to say she isn't pretty, as she's drop dead gorgeous, but she isn't worried about breaking nails, or other stupid petty things that cause woman to falter and stall about when it comes to getting down any dirty.

But, I'm getting ahead of myself...

Ai's mother became pregnant while on a mission: her father yet another face in the many that her mother had slept with in order to gather information from – Ai got her mother's looks after all. While most in Ai's mother's position would have simply put Ai up for adoption after she was born and gone on with her life Ai's mother was eccentric at best. The woman had more than few screws loose, and didn't tend to follow the norms and normal trends by any means. So, Ai was kept after her birth: a healthy baby that her mother dotted on and loved – who was left with one of many relatives when her mother was busy working or off on missions as she so often was.

Because Ai grew up around many aunts, uncles, cousins, and 'brothers' and 'sisters' that were only such in name, she was given an advantage of being introduced to many types of skills from a very young age. It wasn't a far stretch for Ai, as a toddler, to be playing with wooden swords with her age mates: mocking out epic battles where one of all of them would likely die after being 'stabbed'. Fun times. Fun times indeed.

At about the age of three it became clear that Ai had a knack for fuuinjutsu. What had started out as 'pretty pictures' as she so often called them at that age turned into seals with actual power behind them – all before any sort of official training began. Her mother, who hadn't been sure if she wanted to enroll Ai into the villages ninja Academy, took this as a sign that she should do exactly that.

However, before Ai could begin attending the father she hadn't known came into the picture: a knock on the door in the dead of night announcing her arrival. He had seen Ai's mother with Ai, and having noticed traits about the girl that reflected himself, had put the puzzle together and decided to confront Ai's mother with documented proof as to who exactly he was and who Ai was to him. He wanted to take Ai from her mother, to raise her as his own he claimed. However, a fight ensued that ended up being brought before the village council. Both parents wanted her, and both wanted her raised a specific way: her mother wanted her enrolled in the Academy and to become a shinobi, while her father wanted her to become a Geisha – which was a very well respected title within any village. Her mother loved her and wanted to see her go on to do great things, her father would be paid highly if she were to become a Geisha. It was decided by the council that both would get their wish: a shinobi trained in the arts of the Geisha was doubley valuable as she could pull off refinement and other act the part where others would stumble and fall.

At an age slightly younger then her peers she was enrolled and began attending. It was here that Ai found her stepping stone: she flourished. While fuuinjutsu came to her the easiest she still had high passing marks with the use from anything from genjutsu, to ninjutsu, to basic taijutsu, to even kenjutsu – likely from all of that practice during her younger years of life.

Ai was like a sponge when it came to knowledge: she loved to learn, she loved to study. Tests and exams were things that came easily enough to the young Ai, and she found herself rising up to the top of her class among peers that were roughly three years older then her. Due to her age Ai was often looked down upon, even shunned, by the majority of her class mates: and yet out of all of them one male classmate stood out, becoming her friend early on – a friendship that would bloom and evolve in later years.

When she wasn't at the Academy she was being trained by the Geisha mother her father 'sold' her to. She was nothing at this point in her life more than a lonely Maiko – A Geisha in training. Chores, and tending to her older full Geisha sisters took up the majority of her time, while she was allowed to watch the rest of her 'sisters' train so that she knew what would be expected of her as well when she came of proper age.

Ai graduated from the Academy with the rest, something that her mother was sure she was home to attend, and Ai's life as a genin started. While the Academy had been tough this was harder, and yet Ai welcomed the challenge with open arms. While she didn't particularly care for the goofball in her squad, nor the jerk who felt he was better then everyone – especially her because she was five years younger then him – they worked well enough together. In later years they would grow closer, forming a much better working squad – something that their sensei would often say he was proud to lead.

Due to Ai's abilities and the progress shown with missions, she was promoted to Chuunin by the age of 12 without having to take the Chuunin exams. From here she was given far more responsibility. She was allowed to lead teams, and even go on more dangerous missions. Again she proved time and again how she flourished: she was a highly determined individual who wasn't above doing what needed to be done for the satisfactory of her task.

Ai's Geisha training was in full effect, and by this time she had became a certified Maiko: or Geisha in training. No longer did she have to do mundane chores and look after her sisters, instead she followed them to classes that taught all manner of arts: painting, dance, ect. She was also taught the more private arts: how to apply her make up, the reason for keeping the back of her neck uncovered, the allure a Geisha was to a man. During this time, when Ai was thirteen years old, her virginity – as was custom – was sold to the highest bidder.

And still Ai kept up with her shinobi life as well: going above and beyond in both aspects of her life. Because of this determination and dedication Ai was promoted once more to special Jounin right around the time her friend – and someone she had had a crush on for quite a while – Hyakurai was promoted to full Jounin: Ai was seventeen the day of her own promotion and Hyakurai was twenty.

Celebrations were had and a lot of alcohol was consumed. While Ai had always been able to hold her liquor very well it did tend to make her a bit more flirtatious then normal.

Because of this one thing led to another and both Hyakurai and herself woke up in bed together – and both greatly hung over. Something seemed to click between the pair that day, and after wards Ai was very rarely seen without Hyakurai somewhere close by: the two becoming inseparable. Hyakurai paid the rest of the debt that Ai owed to her Geisha mother, buying her freedom for her and freeing her from that life completely.

RP Sample: "Hey there pretty lady, why don't you come over here and sit on my lap?"

Right. This was precisely why she hated bars. Mind you, she was completely covered in a traveling cloak, but that seemed to matter little after these men got enough booze in them. The pigs. She had been staking out the same bar for three nights now and this was definitely not the first time this guy had offered. "I don't think you'd like that very much..."

The man in question picked up his bottle of beer, put it to his lips, and chugged down the rest of it before slamming the bottle onto the counter while letting out the most obnoxious burp. "A lovely lady like yourself sitting on my lap? I'd think I'd die and go to heaven!"

"That's not far off from what would happen...", Ai muttered beneath her breath as she rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the bartender. Apparently this particular drunken man didn't appreciate being ignored, and likely thinking he was being snobbed - something that got his buddies chuckling at him - he rose to his full height and walked over to Ai. He extended a hand, placing it on her shoulder, and Ai didn't bother to try and stop him. The effect of touching her was instant: he froze completely, eyes peeled back in shock and pain, as a jolt of pure raiton shot through his arm, across his heart, and down his leg. As it exited his body it left a black charred mark on the floor of the establishment. Rolling her eyes she felt the hand leave her shoulder as the man fell backwards: dead before he hit the ground.

"The next person to touch her doesn't get off so easy, he gets a sword shoved up their ass and out their mouth.", Ai heard a male voice proclaim behind herself as the smell of electrified flesh and ozone filled and mixed in the air with the smell of cigarettes and booze.



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