Emiko Sabure

Name: Emiko Sabure
Age: 16
Birthdate: June 29th
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Rank: Genin

Village: Hinowagakure no Sato
Element(s): Inton [Yin Release]
Specialties: Genjutsu
Special Characteristics:

Cat Eyes:

Height: 5 Foot 4 Inches
Weight: 110 Pounds
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Gold
General Description: Emiko is a rather slender, thin female with little to no actual muscle on her being – this being because of her method of fighting. She relies heavily on Genjutsu and Ninjutsu and her body shows this. She has a small hour glass figure however, with C-Cup sized breasts. Her skin is lightly tanned and there are three black lines on both of her cheeks.

Her hair is naturally red in color, and goes down about halfway down her back. The pieces of hair towards the sides of her face go just several inches down her shoulders. Her bangs are often swept off to the side, and her hair is often parted on the left. Her eyes are a gold in color and strongly resemble those of a cat. She wears jet black eyeliner along both the top and bottom lids of her eyes and a light dusting of deep red eyeshadow. Lips are often a light pink in color and covered in gloss.

Emiko tends to gravitate towards a lot of black clothing wise. Her usual outfit consisting of a black top, black leggings, a black knee length skirt over top of this, and black boots that go nearly to her knees.




Personality: Freak. Macabre. Terrifying. Creepy. Disturbing. Eerie. Frightening. Nightmarish. These are often the words used to describe the female with the golden cat eyes. People tend to judge her harshly based on her appearance and how it differs from those around her. Many see her as odd, or strange, something to be avoided. Though, this is by far only the very tip of the iceberg that is Emiko's personality.

Her mannerism and choice of dress (she wears a lot of black) tends to only lead to these opinions being more strongly formed and stood behind. In truth Emiko knows this, and due to her more mischievous nature does nothing to bother changing their minds: she sees their thoughts and emotions as a means to get what she wants in most situations. She knows that if someone is scared of someone else they can easily be threatened or manipulated into giving things up whether that be information, items, and so on.

Emiko is rather quiet in nature; a thinker and a listener. Not entirely anti-social, she does often tend to avoid large crowds, and intense social interactions: though this is more due to what she looks like and the reactions this causes people instead of any aversion to being in the company of others. She prefers to be in the sidelines, watching, listening, and learning; rarely seen and almost never heard.

For those who do take the chance to crack that tough outer shell that Emiko hides behind Emiko can be seen as funny, and caring. A pure heart and a deep soul. A loyal individual willing to walk through hell itself for those she deems friend.

History: The Sabure family has always been a very large one: it has also always been a very misguided one. Sabure family tradition always dictated that children once they reached the age of three were removed from their parents care to be trained by the elders of this family. This training was heavily forced upon all parents within the family: shame was often something parents would face if not willing to pass their child along. Those who were shamed were treated lower then dogs, like outcasts, and therefore many bent to the wills of the elders to avoid this.

Emiko's parents were no different then any other within this family.

The day that Emiko was born her parents made the oath to pass their daughter along once her third birthday was reached. They were especially careful to ensure that they followed the Sabure family teachings as many frowned upon them to begin with due to Emiko's oddness. She was born with golden eyes despite the Sabure family members heavily having eyes that were the color red. To make matters worse her eyes resembled those of a cat; with a black slit instead of a black pupil. Uniqueness was not widely accepted within the family and the last thing that Emiko's parents wanted was to be shunned further by not offering their child up to the traditions.

On her third birthday an elder arrived and Emiko was forced to leave with him though she begged and pleaded and cried to stay. There was no tearful goodbye – apart from Emiko's own – as her parents fully believed that they were doing the right thing to ensure the survival of the clan. To ensure their position within it.

This training, as Emiko was to find out, was hard and grueling. It focused heavily on what the Sabure's considered their birthright: the ability to fully manipulate Sand Release. It also focused on teachings of violence: how to kill, how to use this sand to conquer and control, how the Sabure's were better and more powerful then everyone else.

Emiko, though she tried her hardest, was incapable of manipulating sand. Even the most basic Sand Release techniques were beyond her grasp. Despite how hard she tried she could not do it: even with each passing year. When harsh words and threats couldn't produce any results the elders began to beat Emiko. This method of course did not work either. By the time that Emiko was six years old her parents were informed that Emiko was an abomination within the clan. Her parents were then given two choices: they could keep her and become outsiders, or Emiko could be booted from the family and her parents reputation would remain intact. They chose the latter.

Thankfully, though, fate was not totally cruel to the child. Within only two days of being on the streets Emiko was spotted by a village Jounin on patrol. When questioned as to why she was out at such a late hour the story came spilling out. The Jounin attempted to take her home, to try and convince her parents to think differently, but it all fell on deaf ears. In the end the Jounin took her to the village orphanage and secured her a bed there.

The Jounin, a kind man, checked back in on her a few weeks later to hear reports of the strange things that the child could do: she was able to easily manipulate and persuade things out of people with little to no effort at all. Of course, this did little to stop the children from picking on her due to her strange eyes and the lines on her face that resembled what they called whiskers. The Jounin got a chance not much later to observe this for himself and realized that what the child was unknowingly doing was casting Genjutsu on her fellow orphans. It was then that the Jounin began to pull strings, and got Emiko enrolled into the Academy.

Emiko excelled when it came to Genjutsu and even Ninjutsu, though it quickly became clear she was a thinker and not a fighter. She chose to rely on her mind instead of her fists; well enough that it got her through her classes and through graduation at the age of ten.

Once a certified Genin Emiko began to take all the missions she could get her hands on, saving up all of the ryo she could spare that wasn't going on weapons or abilities. At the age of fourteen she was finally able to afford her own place, and moved out of the orphanage. Though her apartment is a one bedroom, she is just now glad to be on her own two feet and well away from the children who once picked on her. Happy to have a secure place to hide when the world becomes just a little too much.

RP Sample: ”FREAK! FREAK! EMIKO'S A FREAK!”, the taunting voice called out towards her. With a very soft sigh Emiko lifted her head and looked in the direction the taunt had come from. Her golden cat like gaze took in the sight of four boys roughly her age who had just entered into the park. They had spotted her and had apparently felt need to torment her.

'Why couldn't they just avoid her like their parents did?', she found herself thinking.

Emiko drew her attention back onto the book in her lap, pulled down the corner so that she wouldn't lose her page, and shut the book up. She opened the flap of her brown leather shoulder bag and slipped the book carefully back inside. A sudden glance to her right showed her that the four boys were coming closer: apparently her lack of response wasn't enough to dissuade them to move on elsewhere. Emiko hastily shut her bag, snapping the buckle shut, and slipped the strap over her head so that it laid diagonal across her chest.

She then stood up, her black knee length skirt brushing against her leggings as she moved swiftly in the opposite direction; black knee length boots crunching leaves behind her feet. She folded her arms tightly across her chest as if she were attempting to fold in on herself as she went. Behind her she could hear footsteps, hurried sounding ones: the four boys were attempting to catch up to her.

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