Old OCR --> Arai Seira, Mercenary
Old Profile
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The Arai family was a wandering clan. Seira was the only known survivor, and she had set up a home in the Village Hidden in Mist. It wasn't much, she made her living from being a medical shinobi, and didn't accquaint herself with much else. Especially within the last few months, she led a very quiet life, interacting most often with only her patients and those who were assigning her tasks. She had become accustomed to her hermitable life, not getting close to many meant no heartbreak when the inevitable shinobi ending would befall her. Not all missions were lucky enough to be successful.
But, luck had been in her favor, and success ater success in dangerous situations kept her alive and well. For the first time in almost twenty years, the girl knew she was where she belonged, a kunoichi of the Village Hidden in the Mist.
~*~
The Mistie wasn't in her home, she was laying in a grassy field. A field which was obviously not in the Water Country. With a quick scan of the area through her light brown eyes, she noted that there wasn't even a body of water or foggy air within eyesight. The young girl looked at her arms, and found them dirty and dusty, although the top she wore was the same as usual. Her clothes were just as dirty as her body, but with nicks and slight tears.
Seira racked her brain for what seemed like the millionth time this week, trying to remember something, anything about what happened, and how she got here. It was a different place than she had called home. The grass seemed greener, the trees more vibrant, and dust all about. The veil of fog, the surrounding waters, the house which she called home, all the familiar friendly faces, it was all gone. But what happened?
Cold. The word was like a clue, an answer to the mystery. All she remembered was the cold. And now, back in the real world, it was anything but. The sun beat down on her, reminding her that she was thirsty, hungry, and overall exhausted. But with no sense of memory as to how she got here, she wasn't sure how to find water or food or civilization. There was nothing to do but start walking, and hope she found something to sustain her.
Due east, the woman walked as quickly as she could with her knees wobbly and her mind hazy. The sun was still high in the sky, yet on its decendant path to the setting of the evening. With a few hours of daylight left, surely she could find some sort of liquid in which she could sustain herself off of until civilization and answers could be founded. So, she briskly walked.
~*~
After a couple of hours she found a small pond, with seemingly no pollution and few animals to guard it, so she drank cautiously. The sun was crawling closer to the land, and Seira knew she had not many hours of daylight left, but was no stranger to traveling in the night. She set off in the same direction she had been going, with the bright sun shining proudly on her back. A small stream of smoke could be seen off in the distance, indicating fire. And fire meant one very specific thing, humans.
WC: 558
Old Profile
IC;;
The Arai family was a wandering clan. Seira was the only known survivor, and she had set up a home in the Village Hidden in Mist. It wasn't much, she made her living from being a medical shinobi, and didn't accquaint herself with much else. Especially within the last few months, she led a very quiet life, interacting most often with only her patients and those who were assigning her tasks. She had become accustomed to her hermitable life, not getting close to many meant no heartbreak when the inevitable shinobi ending would befall her. Not all missions were lucky enough to be successful.
But, luck had been in her favor, and success ater success in dangerous situations kept her alive and well. For the first time in almost twenty years, the girl knew she was where she belonged, a kunoichi of the Village Hidden in the Mist.
~*~
The Mistie wasn't in her home, she was laying in a grassy field. A field which was obviously not in the Water Country. With a quick scan of the area through her light brown eyes, she noted that there wasn't even a body of water or foggy air within eyesight. The young girl looked at her arms, and found them dirty and dusty, although the top she wore was the same as usual. Her clothes were just as dirty as her body, but with nicks and slight tears.
Seira racked her brain for what seemed like the millionth time this week, trying to remember something, anything about what happened, and how she got here. It was a different place than she had called home. The grass seemed greener, the trees more vibrant, and dust all about. The veil of fog, the surrounding waters, the house which she called home, all the familiar friendly faces, it was all gone. But what happened?
Cold. The word was like a clue, an answer to the mystery. All she remembered was the cold. And now, back in the real world, it was anything but. The sun beat down on her, reminding her that she was thirsty, hungry, and overall exhausted. But with no sense of memory as to how she got here, she wasn't sure how to find water or food or civilization. There was nothing to do but start walking, and hope she found something to sustain her.
Due east, the woman walked as quickly as she could with her knees wobbly and her mind hazy. The sun was still high in the sky, yet on its decendant path to the setting of the evening. With a few hours of daylight left, surely she could find some sort of liquid in which she could sustain herself off of until civilization and answers could be founded. So, she briskly walked.
~*~
After a couple of hours she found a small pond, with seemingly no pollution and few animals to guard it, so she drank cautiously. The sun was crawling closer to the land, and Seira knew she had not many hours of daylight left, but was no stranger to traveling in the night. She set off in the same direction she had been going, with the bright sun shining proudly on her back. A small stream of smoke could be seen off in the distance, indicating fire. And fire meant one very specific thing, humans.
WC: 558
