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Name: Yaku Sara
Age: 7 (13)
Height: 4"1' (+4in)
Weight: 62 lb (+12lbs)
Appearance:
Blue, to almost purple colored hair, darker purplish blue eyes that appear irradescent and glow like a beasts at night, with fair flawless skin, Sara is quite a beauty to lay eyes upon. She tends to wear long flowing, almost traditional style clothing. Laying eyes upon her, and seeing her skills first hand, most remark that she will become quite the catch later in life when she grows up.
While out and about, she leaves her hair unrestrained, allowing it to drop well below middle of her back. Her clothing is usually white, a representative of her trade, but chooses to have it trimmed with colors, accentuating the fact that it is of high quality. When needed, she will lace her hair up in a bun to keep her hair and patients safe.
Background:
Sara has a mysterious and fairly tragic passed, even for being at such a young age. Her mother came from a fairly well known and strong family, unknown to herself or her now parents. Sara was adopted by her father, extremely kind and benevolent doctor from Maruishi. Him and his wife lived alone, he having dedicated his life to helping others above all else. Her father, Illay, was within the surrounding providence, Iwagakure, helping the unfortunate souls that were forgotten even by their own people. It wasn't uncommon for the weak to end up in this manner from Iwagakure. Though, it certainly was rare for one from Maruishi to take such a pitiful soul of that from Iwagakure.
Sara's mom was a member of a prestigious shinobi family from a broken country known as Fire. She, a beautiful and elegant solder, living and protecting an outlining outpost near the borders of the two countries. The ninja from Iwagakure attacked the outpost, killing most and capturing her after a long drown out fight. The strongest of the raiders taking her hostage and dragging her back home in taters. She was tortured, beaten and..well several months later left to die while giving birth to Sara. She too would have certainly died if it weren't for the man she would only know as her father.
The man took her in, and along with his wife raised the young girl as their own. Pulling a few strings, and keeping her secret, he managed to have her officially and "legal" pronounced his daughter. She lived a happy life, enjoy a much fuller life than she could have otherwise. As was tradition, she took her "fathers" name, and even started to learn his trade, though with a much more proficient manner. Illay was slightly skilled in the arts of chakra medical procedures, but she had a skill well beyond his. She quickly took up his skills, learning what took him years in just days. Her skill to manipulate chakra was believably unparalleled to his, and she would eventually become noticed by collegues of Illay, and even those higher within the village.
Time moved forward, and her skills highly sought by those representing the village. She was hand picked to go into a special program to learn to become a shinobi. A rare trade recently taken by those from Maruishi, the need to explore and venture out of the capital was of great importance. So much so, that to leave it in the hands of the barbarians of Iwagakure didn't sit to well. She would certainly add some class, and become a true representative of Maruishi someday.
Sara had graduated from the academy, and went into the medinin program just after her 8th birthday. Not much happened for her to graduate, except that time when the village was destroyed. The large beast would make an imprint on her, and the rest of the village, never to be forgotten. She was able to do very little to help against the creature, except to help the populace to avoid harm. That was the reason she became a genin, due to that event. And of course her acceptance into the medical program was because of the skill she displayed after, helping the people, healing the injured.
Shortly after that event Sara had tried out for the ANBU program, why she was volunteered for it she wasn't sure, but someone must have thought it would be an important lesson for her. One that was, but wouldn't be appreciated or utilized till she returned to the village, a year or so later. At least, in real time it had been such. To her the events that followed seemed shorter. To her, they were shorter. Sara had joined a former sensei of hers she met while at the academy, and was set to travel off to the ICY HELL known as Kirigakure. Someone was at work behind these events, as again, she gained something important during this trip, experience and power, and an appreciation of power.
The first month or two worked out well, they had traveled around. Sara was finally doing what she wanted, the reason she became a shinobi. To travel and see new places, try new things. Then by the end of the third, she was at her destination, Hell. Hell, that was probably a nice way of putting it. Hell was a thing on paper, a place where people went after they died. Some believed it was torment and eternal agony, others it was just a waiting space until one moved on. Kirigakure was, that and then some. Torment and agony was a daily occurrence, that only got worse the more you moved forward onto it. This agony killed you. At least that was the concept she held onto for a while. Eventually she wasn't sure. Perhaps people didn't die here, but instead froze and felt the lonelyness of their thoughts. This thinking was thanks to after she got separated from her partner Jomei. She spent a long time alone, an unknown amount of time alone. The events leading to it gave her the appreciation of power.
During her trip, the one good thing, possibly one of two was her meeting of a god that walked the earth. More so than that, she gained the trust of a god, and the willingness of her and her kind to watch over her, and help her if needed. Though she sent through a grueling ordeal, a trial that had her battle a monster that had tried to eat her. A monster that she was practically defenseless against. Luck had been on her side though, and she managed to mildly wound it, allowing the goddess to save her by destroying an object it possessed. This trial was also the moment she lost her friend Jomei, and was forced to travel alone in the blanketed white that was the Water Country, in search of him, and eventually in search of salvation.
Another event that happened, one she has a horrible time remembering was a trip from the endless nothing of Kirigakure to that of another world. Prior to that trip, she was sure she had died. Actually, it was a distinct possibility she did die. She remembered the depression of walking along for an endless amount of days. Then entering into a cavern, starved and weak. Then a stillness that was her being, then a light. Suddenly, she was somewhere else entirely. A different world, or dimension, or reality. The events from this couldn't be recounted by her, but they did bestow life back onto her. Somehow...
After that event of a different world, Sara had somehow made it out of hell, barely alive, but still alive. Time had passed, unknown to her. It took two months for her to recover, during that time she slowly traveled back home to Iwagakure. To her, the memories still fresh of the events of Kirigakure, and of the beast that destroyed Iwagakure. Though to others, enough time had passed to allow entrance into a new frame of thought, the world anew. To her, she was still fighting an battle of endurance. Power was her new goal, a goal to keep herself and her friends safe so the events that happened one after the other to her, barely half a year apart wouldn't happen again.
[spoilername="Historical Kinjutsu Record"]It was early morning, one that to anyone else would be similar to most others. It was slightly cloudy in the village of Iwagakure, not enough to hide the sun throughout, but enough to allow for a decent amount of shade from the sun. It would have been good lazing about weather i a few hours, as the night was a little chilly. Their was a slight pickup in the wind, to provide a nice relief when walking about later on in the day when it was warmer. The village was still in the stages of opening up, most still asleep except those with shops in the main corridors of the village. It would be easy for anyone to tell that the day was going to be a great one throughout. The hospital was mostly empty, it having been a slow evening. It was a peaceful morning.
In a room, that was pretty decently cleaned, a young girl slept. A few shirts and several panties tossed about on the floor. The sky blue room was decorated with pictures of smiling people, and several books opened on a desk with a set of clothing set out for the next day hanging up on a closet door. Besides a small kitchenette with a oven and twin burners setup, laid a bed. Several small ripples were laid out with every few seconds a thrashing and violent up throw of the covers. A young girl was tossing and turning in bed, squirming and kicking. The bed with a light shaded violet color was soaked in a heavy sweat. She pulled the covers up, trying to block the light that was creeping into the room through the window. The occasional soft cry was let out as the girl tried to release the tension she was feeling.
This lasted another two hours before the young girl, Sara Yaku got up, tears rolling down the sides of her eyes. She whined as a burning pain, almost impossible to bear plagued her. The room felt..smaller to the girl, warped almost. She could see the entire room as she pulled herself slowly out of bed, holding her head and rubbing her eyes. The room was decently lite, even though only a small amount of light dimly lit the room. And even more odd to her, was the room was a several shades lighter then she remembered. Out the window, she could see for several thousand yards out, watching as people walked about outside for their morning rituals. She fell back onto the bed, allowing the softness of it to relieve some of the pain. She recognized this appearance, though lighter then usual. But she wasn't sure why. Why? Why was her byakugan active? She tried to release them, in hopes to decrease the pain. She closed her eyes and upon opening, her hopes were dashed. She tried again, and again, the pain waning some but it was almost unbearable still as more tears filled her eyes.
Something was odd last night, that was what she was sure off, but it wasn't this bad. She felt more fatigued then usual, a need to close her eyes and rest overtook her early i the evening. She had tried to fight it since midday yesterday while she practiced a few basic maneuvers in her usual stance based exercise. She fought through it but by around 4 in the afternoon it was becoming extremely difficult. That was 15 hours ago. She had mostly slept for those 15 hours, an oddity for her. She closed her eyes and that relieved some of the pain, but upon opening them the pain returned. She laid there for another 10 minuets before getting up, fighting through it.
She slowly walked down the path towards the hospital, one she was used to. Though she wasn't going for work today. Maybe, just maybe they would be able to help her relieve the pain.
The reason for this event was one that took place long long ago. It started before Sara Yaku, as she was now known as, was born. Around the tumultuous time of when Konohagakure was in the throws of chaos. The village was in the mist of internal turmoils, and external ones as well. The village was on heightened alert as the barbaric village of Iwagakure, rather some members of Iwagakure's underground were taking advantage of Konoha's troubled times. On an outpost on the Iwagakure/Konoha border, a young lady along with several other shinobi were stationed at a outpost. Their job was simple yet dangerous, protect the nearby towns and guard the outpost. For the most part it was a lax job, very little happened in their territory, Usually the worse was the odd jobs at local towns that required the needed the aid of a shinobi like stranded animals or storm damage prevention.
Within the outpost, lived a young shinobi named Sian Hyuuga, a not very adapt member of the clan, she wasn't incrediably skilled with he clan's fighting style, and was rather recluse on the idea of using her skills to hurt others. Instead, she used her skills in healing and medical ninjutsu. She was the outposts medic on duty. The young Hyuuga was beautiful as she was skilled in medicine, having plenty of admires on the base and towns nearby. Though, anyone as pleasant and kind as she tended to attract such attention, not to mention of shinobi and those that knew and respected the Hyuuga clan's capabilities.
It was sometime in the summer, the night a strong storm was coming. The wind had been snapping trees earlier that day, placing the shinobi that occupied the outpost on high alert to help the surrounding towns. Everyone was spread thin, taking teams of 3-4 shinobi and sending to two towns each. The young Sian was to be left at the outpost, on the ready to be sent out if someone became injured. The outpost was thinned to a crew of 3 including herself.
Sian was sleeping when it happened. She woke to a clang outside, loud enough to echo in her small room. As she made for the doorway, an explosion ripped nearby, feeling the searing heat on her skin. She saw one of her companions, running towards her and fall to the ground. Behind him, she saw three shadows that didn't register on her glance. She was still bewildered by the explosion, and from her sleep. She ran over to her comrade, seeing his skin charred and blood on the back of his uniform. She looked around and it was at that moment she saw white and then everything faded away.
The young woman groggily stirred awake. A small light was above her, distorting her sight for a moment until she got used to it. She, where was she? Sian couldn't be sure, a sense of uncertainty and confusion taking hold. The sense was tossed away when a strong pain could be felt from her head, and the taste of blood on her lips. She was face down in the dirt and tried to use her hands to push herself up. As she did, she flopped her chest on the ground and rolled to her side. Her hands were unable to be brought from her back and she pulled on them. It took a moment but she eventually realized that something was wrapped around them. She rolled onto her back then over to her front onto her knees. She leveraged her weight back and looked around her surroundings. The light was blocking her vision beyond decently. This place, it was unfamiliar to her. She continued to look around as she saw movement in the darkness before her. A single match was struck and brought to a pipe. Puffs of smoke waft their way to her and she could smell the wet, almost rotten tobacco shove it's way into her lungs, the smell of wet dirt mixed in with it.
Laughter could be heard outside the building. She tried to focus on the figure before her. Slowly her sense of feel was coming back. Her hands; wet, grainy and heavy from the dirt that clung to them. She could feel her face was covered by the wet stuff as well, clinging to her cheek and lips. She called out softly to the figure ahead, "Hello? Where, who are you?" The man sucked on his pipe and a moment later pulled it out with his large hand. Sian spoke again just before he blew the large cloud of smoke in her direction, breathing out noisily, "Where am I?" The laughter outside echoed again as another explosion occur ed moments later. A raspy voice struck out, as if it were trying to grasp at the air as it exited his mouth, "You are,...in my camp." Another moment passed and he continued, "We are in a town just north of YOUR camp. We ran into it as we entered your country, trying to....acquire, some goods. " His voice changed as he said the last part of the sentence. "They were also kind enough to inform us of your camp and we just had to start a dialog with ya'll." He laughed a little as he spoke.
They sat in silence for a moment as he puffed on the pipe a few times, and then through the doorway a woman tumbled through the the makeshift doorway, crashing through the cloth that separated the rooms. Sian kinda recognized her as a person that lived in one of the nearby villages that they were in charge of, given by the clothing. 'So, we are still in the Fire Country.', she thought, and now wondering why the woman was here. A man then followed a few seconds behind her, kicking her as she tried to get up and Sian's face distorted into disgust, "Why, what the.." She stopped, now thinking of her situation. She was a prisoner, and she needed to keep her mouth shut if she wanted to get away. The man that was 'escorting' her, a 4'6" thin toothpick of a man with a poorly shaven beard picked her up and shook her then pushed her forward. Soon she was next to the smoking man and then kicked towards Sian.
"Is this the girl you were speaking about!" The smoking man said softly. The woman trembling as she looked at Sian then back to the man. "I...I...I...." In the shadows, the smoking man looked at the other, and he walked forward and punched her in the face as she turned towards him. "Please, don't! No more! I...I..." Sian could now see the toothpick of a man, a torn white and brown dirty shirt and ripped pants. He had a knife on his side and walked with a gait that his left leg was slightly injured. "Is she the fucking Hyuuga or not bitch!" He kicked her closer to Sian and Sian's face didn't change in that moment. In her mind, the race was on. 'Shit, they know I am..they are..crap, crap crap crap. Tell him no, please please tell him no.', she thought over and over. Her poker face, could someone have a poker face in that situation? Nothing she could do would end this situation for the better for her. She could deny and defend the woman, and that could be used against her. She could act neutral and put on a straight face and that would look odd too. Every thought she could think of would put her in a bad position.
Sian's mind still raced, moving faster as the woman with the dirty and bloody face, bruising on any exposed part of her could be seen through her town clothing. 'Please, please say no!' "I...I...am not sure. I think it could be her. I mean...Wait, wait please." The man picked her up and tossed her towards the smoking man, into the darkness. A second later Sian could see bolts of lighting orbit the mans hand and got a glimpse of his face as he placed his hands on the woman's back and she wailed. The scream was high pitched and ear splitting. A pain beyond anything she probably had ever felt before coursed through the woman's body until she stopped. The man continued for a moment longer, the sparks as he placed her hands onto her revealed his eye patched old face. A black mustache and black hair with long sideburns were visible, a smile on his face. Then he removed his hand from the silenced woman and she fell to the ground with a thump and laid motionless.
Smoke filled the air slightly, the smell of burnt hair and flesh filling her nostrils. The man kicked at the womans arm then laughter erupted from the skinny man. "Hah ha ha, whoo that was pretty good man." The man breathed in deeply , "That smell boyyo, it is something else." He picked her up by the hair, and looked at her face, "Just look at that horror, man! Got to love when it stays like that." The man looked up at the smoking man and then dragged her our of the room by her hair uttering, "Goin to give her to Orn, he likes it when they don't move, Hah haa." Making a slurping sound as he exited through the doorway.
The smoking man looked back at Sian and puffed on his pipe. A few minuets passed, Sian just sat their unsure of what to do next. Every instinct telling her she was going to die. The man smiled unbeknown to her, "Well, lets try this again. We have to be sure you are whom we think. Hopefully the next one can live a little longer." The man got up and walked towards the doorway calling out, "Bring in the little girl. Maybe that will.." The rest of his words incoherent. This time, it was someone else, and they brought in a little girl, about 7 years old. She was tossed in and skidded to a stop a few feet away from Sian. The little girl cried in pan as the guy that tossed her in grabbed her by the arm and pulled hard. You could hear the bone break upon doing so, 'Broken elbow'. Blood was coming from her nose, 'Internal bleeding', a black ripple on her skin ,'3rd degree burns' Each diagnosis making Sian angrier and angrier. She got to the 8th when she broke out as they started to quetion the girl. She used her chakra to cut the rope behind her back and ran towards the two of them at full speed. She dropped kick the man applying the torture to the kid, while he was bent over to pick her up as she clawed at the ground. As she turned to hit the smoking man, she was punched in the stomach, puking all over the ground. In her moment of pain, she grabbed at the girl and pulled her close. Then kicked in the side she skidded back to her original position, under the light. She applied a healing jutsu to the girl, trying to stop the internal bleeding.
The man she kicked got up, cursing then headed over to them and pulled at the girl. Sian held tightly until she was punched i the face twice, her arms going weak and lost hold. "Stupid bitch...for that this girl is going to be really messed up." The girl screamed and Sian spoke out loud, "STOP...Please....stop.." A smile coming over the smoking mans face while he stood in the shadows smoking his pipe...
She couldn't be sure how long it had been. A month? Three? Maybe almost a year? Sian had been in the grasp of different captures, traded as a sex slave in one form of another. Or perhaps she belonged to a single person, and had just been left to be defiled over and over again. Hundreds of times maybe, she couldn't be sure. Time and events a blur to her, the horror of it all creating a mental block defying space and time itself. One thing though, between the sessions was her stomach was getting bigger. The times between it all she cried, thinking she should end her pregnancy. One time she had tried, and she almost succeeded. Though she was stopped before she could completely go through with it. From that point on, she was always restrained, and treated more gently. Well, gentler, and a medical person of some sorts would see her every so often. She always begged him to help her, but he would look at her blankly and always repeat the same phrase,"I can't help you ma'am, For the money and because of their threats.." , treat her then leave. Soon enough the sex slowed, hearing the words about, being up for sale for a hell of a price. "Two Hyuuga for one." "Four eyes will make a hell of a good sell on the market.."
Then one day, the pain was incredible. They had put her to sleep and by the time she woke up, she felt lighter. After birth all over the floor, blood, juices, she knew what happened. Sian wailed out, crying endlessly. She cried and cried until the point of exhaustion and she passed out. When she awoke, she found herself in a soft bed, something she hadn't felt since her capture. She looked around and saw the doctor holding a small child in his arms. He walked over to her and placed the child delicately into Sian's arms. She smiled, another feeling that seemed nostalgic. For a week she was treated well by her captures. A week that almost feel like forever, though also so short. As by the end of the week, they took the little girl away from her. On the seventh day, Sian had, to how she would put it, "Came to her senses." She realized she was still being held by her captures, and that they had always planned to sell her, and now her daughter. She didn't want her child to go through anything like she had, and made an attempt to kill the child. She was quickly stopped, thinking she wasn't always being watched. The woman again yelled for her kid, for her to be released and she would do anything they wanted. Again time passed unknown amounts to her, she called out for days, endlessly, crying and yelling for them to bring her child back.
Then they did, a day that would most likely never make the light of history ever in Iwagakure. The dark underworld of Iwagakure though did take a hit that day, unmatched to any other. But the information about the event was kept secret, documents of it sealed in the deepest parts of Iwagakure. A rage, rage so horrible, so unkempt, released upon the world to the fullest by Sian, the sights held by the few that day that rescued the young baby girl infused into their nightmares.
What felt like a forever to Sian, but only 3 days in the real world passed. Eventually the brought her daughter back to her, but kept out of reach. The smoking man sat in her room with the kid in a cradle next to him. "You..Give her fu#$ back to me you #$@% @#%$#% @#% ^$#@ ^$#^ ^$$#^#$ bitch. " All manners of words came from her mouth. The man sat in his chair, smoking his pipe letting her get what she needed off her chest. Until she sat their silent, huffing and puffing from the anxiety. The man looked at her questioningly, glasses covering his eyes. He sat their for a moment, smug look on his still partially grown beard and mustache. "I...kind of expected that to last a little longer. Thought you would be more angry than this. Hmmm." He headed towards the bed to table which she was now strapped onto. "I had planned to not tell you this but, pfft. Why keep myself from the enjoyment. We had found a buyer for you. I wasn't going to tell you this but." He looked back and someone exited the door then entered with the child in arms. "Yes, sir.""Like I said, a buyer for you. He was quite generous in his deal, but we thought we could get more and couldn't, so he made a acceptance. He wanted three eyes." The smoking man held the girl in his arms an looked at her, the young girl in his arms giggled as he touched her nose. "It was going to be hard to pick between the two of you, but. Maybe we can....regain our stock using you." He made a baby sound at the little girl, trying to act cute that caused the little girl to laugh, taunting Sian in the cruelest manner he could. In his baby talk he uttered the words, "...Whose eyes are going to make me a lot of money. Whose eyes, your eyes." ...." Whose going to have their eyes ripped from their sockets. Your eyes, your eyes."
The rage of Sian's eyes were remarkable to peer at. Eventually he stopped his actions and handed the little baby to the doctor that was taking care of her. "Go ahead with it.""Right away, sir." He looked back at Sian and smiled. "We will have to get it started I guess." The man walked towards her, pulling at his belt at his pants...
Two hours passed, and screams could be heard coming from where Sian was. Man after man entered the room, more screams coming. Though, not from a woman. An alarm began to echo out, and everyone came to action. Outside of the compound, the civilians could hear the alarms, then came the explosions. It sounded like a war zone. For a short time things went silent. What ever had happened, it was over with it sounded.
The explosions caught the attention of a few shinobi that had been at a bar in the area. They entered the base to find people strewn about, blood, painting the walls. One of the shinobi threw up at the sights he saw. Something that appeared to be someones arm entering through the rear and coming out with intestines at the bellybutton caused it. Hearts laden the floor in some areas. Others just pieces of bodies. Everyone that they found was dead, beyond dead. Though the group did manage to find two that were alive. The crying of a baby attracted them but it took some time to find the area, the echos being heard from afar. Though eventually they tracked the trail of dead bodies to it's end. They found there, a sight just as bad as the others, maybe even worse upon having delved into the thoughts of the event several days later.
In the room, they found a young woman, Pulling her own out of her head, her bloody fist wobbly placed over the childs face. She then inserted the eye ball, placing it into a small baby. The room, soaked in blood, several jars sat at the side, instruments recently used sitting next to it with a small amount of blood soaking into the paper they sat on. The young girl and the baby were in the corner of something that looked to be a surgical room. They raced over to her, and Sian panicked. Her eyes sockets bleeding like facets, the appearance similar to that of crying blood. She placed her glowing hand over the child's new eyes and she blinked and cried, fussing with the hand of her mother. They asked if they were okay, unable to think of much else to say as she cursed them and said something, "Those bastards....why..stop. Why would som...no. Get away...please..please...please." The men told her that they were shinobi of Iwagakure and that they would be safe now. One of them being a medic, checked the baby and woman. He tried to remove the child from her arms but she resisted, though her grasp was weakening. He looked the baby over and everything seemed fine except a few scratches that were already healing from the mothers capabilities. Then he looked over the woman and tried to use some medical ninjutsu. He looked back at his commander and shook his head. But still he tried to help her. He tried, and tried, until trying wouldn't do anymore good...
The medical shinobi took the baby from one of the men and held it tightly, crying. The events took a toll on him differently from the others. He tried, really tried to save the mother, but it was to no avail. Something horrible happened here, something unspeakable. This place, the underworld of Iwagakure..the people in it...
Sara sat in the hospital room, the pain slowly subsiding. She looked around the large emergency room. Everything...seemed familiar now. She recognized her own doujutsu. But, she couldn't release it. She thought about the strain having her Byakugan active placed onto her eyes, and grasped why it hurt so much. But it never as much as it had, and again, she couldn't release it, and never activated it. She wasn't sure what was going on, as the doctor came to see her. "Well Sara, everything seems to be alright. Truth is, I..can't really pinpoint why you are having such pains. I think you should take it easy the next few days." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a container of pills. "These should help lessen the pain, but I really mean it, you should avoid doing any work and rest. I took the liberty of talking to the boss and placing you on leave for the next few weeks. See me at the end of the month and we will go from there." He smiled and she returned it instinctively, though she wasn't happy about the results. She got up off the table and headed out of the hospital. She new the reason for the pain now, though she just didn't know they why...[/spoilername]
Personality:
Sara was reared by a loving and passionate family, taken care of very closely. She has never had to deal with much tragedy outside of her job, and even than very little was shown there. She knows nothing of her past, and believes everything that she was taught and told about within Maruishi. She could almost be called gullible really. Having never had to deal with tragedy, resentment, or betrayal, her eyes are glass coated towards such things. She takes everyone at their words, and is quite trusting even to strangers.
Now, that isn't to say she is stupid. She is levelheaded, smart and can be called ambitious at times. She is quite gung-ho at the idea of adventurous situations, and learning about the world outside of Maruishi. It was the age she was born in, and the people that raised her that made her as such. Most of Maruishi see Iwagakurians as monsters meant for one purpose, even her mother told her to be wary of them. But it was her father that she looks more towards for guidance, and he says they are just a people born to live as such, but they are passionate, independent and honorable group of people, and should be judged individually rather than as one.
Through her ambition, once a seed, had grown and taken root. It now hungered for power, and sought for nourishment. If Sara had been older, she might have been corrupted by this need, but fortune smiled on her for she was young, and the power was forced to take a back seat for her needs for companionship and adventure. This had caused the need for power to turn from a straight gain into an inventive and tiered method of discovery. Alone she couldn't do it, but with another, and through user cunning, she knew a way could be mastered. Though, the needs that opened such a method also opened avenues that could be taken advantage of.
Stamina: 600 / 600
Agility: 600 / 600
Ninjutsu: 600 / 600
Taijutsu: 600 / 600
Genjutsu: 504 (+35) / 600
Chakra Control: 600 / 600
Power Level: 3504
Character Level: 15
OOC rank: S
Class Name Konoha's Divine Fist
HP: (30+lvl+5) x stamina
CP: (45+lvl+5) x chakra control
Class Bonus:
Average: Evasion, Genjutsu DC
Low: Ranged Accuracy
[spoilername="Hyuuga Clan"]The Hyuuga are an ancient clan from the fire country dating back to even before the time of Konohagakure. A clan of fierce Taijutsu practitioners known far and wide for their unique style of fighting, the Gentle Fist. The clan's Taijutsu prowess is acknowledged throughout the ninja world, and the Hyuuga are acknowledged as Geniuses in the Ninja arts. However, more popular than their Taijutsu skills are their most unique and noticeable trait; the Byakugan, commonly referred to as "The All-seeing Eye". With their Byakugan and Jyuuken techniques, few clans possess the physical grace of the Hyuuga.
084 PL - Byakugan Rank 1, Gentle Fist Rank 1
168 PL - 360 Degree Vision Rank 1
252 PL - Jyuuken Stance Rank 1
336 PL - Gentle Step Twin Lion Fist Rank 1
420 PL - Byakugan Rank 2
504 PL - Jyuuken Stance Rank 2
588 PL - Eight Trigrams Tenketsu Strikes Rank 1, Gentle Fist Rank 2
672 PL - 360 Degree Vision Rank 2, Kaiten Rank 1
756 PL - Byakugan Rank 3, Gentle Step Twin Lion Fist Rank 2
840 PL - Jyuuken Stance Rank 3, Kaiten Rank 2
924 PL - Eight Trigrams Tenketsu Strikes Rank 2
1008 PL - 360 Degree Vision Rank 3, Kaiten Rank 3
1092 PL - Gentle Fist Rank 3, Eight Trigrams Tenketsu Strikes Rank 3
1176 PL - Gentle Step Twin Lion Fist Rank 3
1260 PL - Air Palm Rank 1
1344 PL - Jyuuketsu Combo Rank 1
1428 PL - Air Palm Rank 2
1512 PL - Eight Gates Assault Rank 1
1596 PL - Air Palm Rank 3, Jyuuketsu Combo Rank 2
1680 PL - Jyuuketsu Combo Rank 3, Eight Gates Assault Rank 2
1764 PL - Eight Gates Assault Rank 3[/spoilername]
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Name: Yaku Sara
Age: 7 (13)
Height: 4"1' (+4in)
Weight: 62 lb (+12lbs)
Appearance:
Blue, to almost purple colored hair, darker purplish blue eyes that appear irradescent and glow like a beasts at night, with fair flawless skin, Sara is quite a beauty to lay eyes upon. She tends to wear long flowing, almost traditional style clothing. Laying eyes upon her, and seeing her skills first hand, most remark that she will become quite the catch later in life when she grows up.
While out and about, she leaves her hair unrestrained, allowing it to drop well below middle of her back. Her clothing is usually white, a representative of her trade, but chooses to have it trimmed with colors, accentuating the fact that it is of high quality. When needed, she will lace her hair up in a bun to keep her hair and patients safe.
Background:
Sara has a mysterious and fairly tragic passed, even for being at such a young age. Her mother came from a fairly well known and strong family, unknown to herself or her now parents. Sara was adopted by her father, extremely kind and benevolent doctor from Maruishi. Him and his wife lived alone, he having dedicated his life to helping others above all else. Her father, Illay, was within the surrounding providence, Iwagakure, helping the unfortunate souls that were forgotten even by their own people. It wasn't uncommon for the weak to end up in this manner from Iwagakure. Though, it certainly was rare for one from Maruishi to take such a pitiful soul of that from Iwagakure.
Sara's mom was a member of a prestigious shinobi family from a broken country known as Fire. She, a beautiful and elegant solder, living and protecting an outlining outpost near the borders of the two countries. The ninja from Iwagakure attacked the outpost, killing most and capturing her after a long drown out fight. The strongest of the raiders taking her hostage and dragging her back home in taters. She was tortured, beaten and..well several months later left to die while giving birth to Sara. She too would have certainly died if it weren't for the man she would only know as her father.
The man took her in, and along with his wife raised the young girl as their own. Pulling a few strings, and keeping her secret, he managed to have her officially and "legal" pronounced his daughter. She lived a happy life, enjoy a much fuller life than she could have otherwise. As was tradition, she took her "fathers" name, and even started to learn his trade, though with a much more proficient manner. Illay was slightly skilled in the arts of chakra medical procedures, but she had a skill well beyond his. She quickly took up his skills, learning what took him years in just days. Her skill to manipulate chakra was believably unparalleled to his, and she would eventually become noticed by collegues of Illay, and even those higher within the village.
Time moved forward, and her skills highly sought by those representing the village. She was hand picked to go into a special program to learn to become a shinobi. A rare trade recently taken by those from Maruishi, the need to explore and venture out of the capital was of great importance. So much so, that to leave it in the hands of the barbarians of Iwagakure didn't sit to well. She would certainly add some class, and become a true representative of Maruishi someday.
Sara had graduated from the academy, and went into the medinin program just after her 8th birthday. Not much happened for her to graduate, except that time when the village was destroyed. The large beast would make an imprint on her, and the rest of the village, never to be forgotten. She was able to do very little to help against the creature, except to help the populace to avoid harm. That was the reason she became a genin, due to that event. And of course her acceptance into the medical program was because of the skill she displayed after, helping the people, healing the injured.
Shortly after that event Sara had tried out for the ANBU program, why she was volunteered for it she wasn't sure, but someone must have thought it would be an important lesson for her. One that was, but wouldn't be appreciated or utilized till she returned to the village, a year or so later. At least, in real time it had been such. To her the events that followed seemed shorter. To her, they were shorter. Sara had joined a former sensei of hers she met while at the academy, and was set to travel off to the ICY HELL known as Kirigakure. Someone was at work behind these events, as again, she gained something important during this trip, experience and power, and an appreciation of power.
The first month or two worked out well, they had traveled around. Sara was finally doing what she wanted, the reason she became a shinobi. To travel and see new places, try new things. Then by the end of the third, she was at her destination, Hell. Hell, that was probably a nice way of putting it. Hell was a thing on paper, a place where people went after they died. Some believed it was torment and eternal agony, others it was just a waiting space until one moved on. Kirigakure was, that and then some. Torment and agony was a daily occurrence, that only got worse the more you moved forward onto it. This agony killed you. At least that was the concept she held onto for a while. Eventually she wasn't sure. Perhaps people didn't die here, but instead froze and felt the lonelyness of their thoughts. This thinking was thanks to after she got separated from her partner Jomei. She spent a long time alone, an unknown amount of time alone. The events leading to it gave her the appreciation of power.
During her trip, the one good thing, possibly one of two was her meeting of a god that walked the earth. More so than that, she gained the trust of a god, and the willingness of her and her kind to watch over her, and help her if needed. Though she sent through a grueling ordeal, a trial that had her battle a monster that had tried to eat her. A monster that she was practically defenseless against. Luck had been on her side though, and she managed to mildly wound it, allowing the goddess to save her by destroying an object it possessed. This trial was also the moment she lost her friend Jomei, and was forced to travel alone in the blanketed white that was the Water Country, in search of him, and eventually in search of salvation.
Another event that happened, one she has a horrible time remembering was a trip from the endless nothing of Kirigakure to that of another world. Prior to that trip, she was sure she had died. Actually, it was a distinct possibility she did die. She remembered the depression of walking along for an endless amount of days. Then entering into a cavern, starved and weak. Then a stillness that was her being, then a light. Suddenly, she was somewhere else entirely. A different world, or dimension, or reality. The events from this couldn't be recounted by her, but they did bestow life back onto her. Somehow...
After that event of a different world, Sara had somehow made it out of hell, barely alive, but still alive. Time had passed, unknown to her. It took two months for her to recover, during that time she slowly traveled back home to Iwagakure. To her, the memories still fresh of the events of Kirigakure, and of the beast that destroyed Iwagakure. Though to others, enough time had passed to allow entrance into a new frame of thought, the world anew. To her, she was still fighting an battle of endurance. Power was her new goal, a goal to keep herself and her friends safe so the events that happened one after the other to her, barely half a year apart wouldn't happen again.
[spoilername="Historical Kinjutsu Record"]It was early morning, one that to anyone else would be similar to most others. It was slightly cloudy in the village of Iwagakure, not enough to hide the sun throughout, but enough to allow for a decent amount of shade from the sun. It would have been good lazing about weather i a few hours, as the night was a little chilly. Their was a slight pickup in the wind, to provide a nice relief when walking about later on in the day when it was warmer. The village was still in the stages of opening up, most still asleep except those with shops in the main corridors of the village. It would be easy for anyone to tell that the day was going to be a great one throughout. The hospital was mostly empty, it having been a slow evening. It was a peaceful morning.
In a room, that was pretty decently cleaned, a young girl slept. A few shirts and several panties tossed about on the floor. The sky blue room was decorated with pictures of smiling people, and several books opened on a desk with a set of clothing set out for the next day hanging up on a closet door. Besides a small kitchenette with a oven and twin burners setup, laid a bed. Several small ripples were laid out with every few seconds a thrashing and violent up throw of the covers. A young girl was tossing and turning in bed, squirming and kicking. The bed with a light shaded violet color was soaked in a heavy sweat. She pulled the covers up, trying to block the light that was creeping into the room through the window. The occasional soft cry was let out as the girl tried to release the tension she was feeling.
This lasted another two hours before the young girl, Sara Yaku got up, tears rolling down the sides of her eyes. She whined as a burning pain, almost impossible to bear plagued her. The room felt..smaller to the girl, warped almost. She could see the entire room as she pulled herself slowly out of bed, holding her head and rubbing her eyes. The room was decently lite, even though only a small amount of light dimly lit the room. And even more odd to her, was the room was a several shades lighter then she remembered. Out the window, she could see for several thousand yards out, watching as people walked about outside for their morning rituals. She fell back onto the bed, allowing the softness of it to relieve some of the pain. She recognized this appearance, though lighter then usual. But she wasn't sure why. Why? Why was her byakugan active? She tried to release them, in hopes to decrease the pain. She closed her eyes and upon opening, her hopes were dashed. She tried again, and again, the pain waning some but it was almost unbearable still as more tears filled her eyes.
Something was odd last night, that was what she was sure off, but it wasn't this bad. She felt more fatigued then usual, a need to close her eyes and rest overtook her early i the evening. She had tried to fight it since midday yesterday while she practiced a few basic maneuvers in her usual stance based exercise. She fought through it but by around 4 in the afternoon it was becoming extremely difficult. That was 15 hours ago. She had mostly slept for those 15 hours, an oddity for her. She closed her eyes and that relieved some of the pain, but upon opening them the pain returned. She laid there for another 10 minuets before getting up, fighting through it.
She slowly walked down the path towards the hospital, one she was used to. Though she wasn't going for work today. Maybe, just maybe they would be able to help her relieve the pain.
The reason for this event was one that took place long long ago. It started before Sara Yaku, as she was now known as, was born. Around the tumultuous time of when Konohagakure was in the throws of chaos. The village was in the mist of internal turmoils, and external ones as well. The village was on heightened alert as the barbaric village of Iwagakure, rather some members of Iwagakure's underground were taking advantage of Konoha's troubled times. On an outpost on the Iwagakure/Konoha border, a young lady along with several other shinobi were stationed at a outpost. Their job was simple yet dangerous, protect the nearby towns and guard the outpost. For the most part it was a lax job, very little happened in their territory, Usually the worse was the odd jobs at local towns that required the needed the aid of a shinobi like stranded animals or storm damage prevention.
Within the outpost, lived a young shinobi named Sian Hyuuga, a not very adapt member of the clan, she wasn't incrediably skilled with he clan's fighting style, and was rather recluse on the idea of using her skills to hurt others. Instead, she used her skills in healing and medical ninjutsu. She was the outposts medic on duty. The young Hyuuga was beautiful as she was skilled in medicine, having plenty of admires on the base and towns nearby. Though, anyone as pleasant and kind as she tended to attract such attention, not to mention of shinobi and those that knew and respected the Hyuuga clan's capabilities.
It was sometime in the summer, the night a strong storm was coming. The wind had been snapping trees earlier that day, placing the shinobi that occupied the outpost on high alert to help the surrounding towns. Everyone was spread thin, taking teams of 3-4 shinobi and sending to two towns each. The young Sian was to be left at the outpost, on the ready to be sent out if someone became injured. The outpost was thinned to a crew of 3 including herself.
Sian was sleeping when it happened. She woke to a clang outside, loud enough to echo in her small room. As she made for the doorway, an explosion ripped nearby, feeling the searing heat on her skin. She saw one of her companions, running towards her and fall to the ground. Behind him, she saw three shadows that didn't register on her glance. She was still bewildered by the explosion, and from her sleep. She ran over to her comrade, seeing his skin charred and blood on the back of his uniform. She looked around and it was at that moment she saw white and then everything faded away.
The young woman groggily stirred awake. A small light was above her, distorting her sight for a moment until she got used to it. She, where was she? Sian couldn't be sure, a sense of uncertainty and confusion taking hold. The sense was tossed away when a strong pain could be felt from her head, and the taste of blood on her lips. She was face down in the dirt and tried to use her hands to push herself up. As she did, she flopped her chest on the ground and rolled to her side. Her hands were unable to be brought from her back and she pulled on them. It took a moment but she eventually realized that something was wrapped around them. She rolled onto her back then over to her front onto her knees. She leveraged her weight back and looked around her surroundings. The light was blocking her vision beyond decently. This place, it was unfamiliar to her. She continued to look around as she saw movement in the darkness before her. A single match was struck and brought to a pipe. Puffs of smoke waft their way to her and she could smell the wet, almost rotten tobacco shove it's way into her lungs, the smell of wet dirt mixed in with it.
Laughter could be heard outside the building. She tried to focus on the figure before her. Slowly her sense of feel was coming back. Her hands; wet, grainy and heavy from the dirt that clung to them. She could feel her face was covered by the wet stuff as well, clinging to her cheek and lips. She called out softly to the figure ahead, "Hello? Where, who are you?" The man sucked on his pipe and a moment later pulled it out with his large hand. Sian spoke again just before he blew the large cloud of smoke in her direction, breathing out noisily, "Where am I?" The laughter outside echoed again as another explosion occur ed moments later. A raspy voice struck out, as if it were trying to grasp at the air as it exited his mouth, "You are,...in my camp." Another moment passed and he continued, "We are in a town just north of YOUR camp. We ran into it as we entered your country, trying to....acquire, some goods. " His voice changed as he said the last part of the sentence. "They were also kind enough to inform us of your camp and we just had to start a dialog with ya'll." He laughed a little as he spoke.
They sat in silence for a moment as he puffed on the pipe a few times, and then through the doorway a woman tumbled through the the makeshift doorway, crashing through the cloth that separated the rooms. Sian kinda recognized her as a person that lived in one of the nearby villages that they were in charge of, given by the clothing. 'So, we are still in the Fire Country.', she thought, and now wondering why the woman was here. A man then followed a few seconds behind her, kicking her as she tried to get up and Sian's face distorted into disgust, "Why, what the.." She stopped, now thinking of her situation. She was a prisoner, and she needed to keep her mouth shut if she wanted to get away. The man that was 'escorting' her, a 4'6" thin toothpick of a man with a poorly shaven beard picked her up and shook her then pushed her forward. Soon she was next to the smoking man and then kicked towards Sian.
"Is this the girl you were speaking about!" The smoking man said softly. The woman trembling as she looked at Sian then back to the man. "I...I...I...." In the shadows, the smoking man looked at the other, and he walked forward and punched her in the face as she turned towards him. "Please, don't! No more! I...I..." Sian could now see the toothpick of a man, a torn white and brown dirty shirt and ripped pants. He had a knife on his side and walked with a gait that his left leg was slightly injured. "Is she the fucking Hyuuga or not bitch!" He kicked her closer to Sian and Sian's face didn't change in that moment. In her mind, the race was on. 'Shit, they know I am..they are..crap, crap crap crap. Tell him no, please please tell him no.', she thought over and over. Her poker face, could someone have a poker face in that situation? Nothing she could do would end this situation for the better for her. She could deny and defend the woman, and that could be used against her. She could act neutral and put on a straight face and that would look odd too. Every thought she could think of would put her in a bad position.
Sian's mind still raced, moving faster as the woman with the dirty and bloody face, bruising on any exposed part of her could be seen through her town clothing. 'Please, please say no!' "I...I...am not sure. I think it could be her. I mean...Wait, wait please." The man picked her up and tossed her towards the smoking man, into the darkness. A second later Sian could see bolts of lighting orbit the mans hand and got a glimpse of his face as he placed his hands on the woman's back and she wailed. The scream was high pitched and ear splitting. A pain beyond anything she probably had ever felt before coursed through the woman's body until she stopped. The man continued for a moment longer, the sparks as he placed her hands onto her revealed his eye patched old face. A black mustache and black hair with long sideburns were visible, a smile on his face. Then he removed his hand from the silenced woman and she fell to the ground with a thump and laid motionless.
Smoke filled the air slightly, the smell of burnt hair and flesh filling her nostrils. The man kicked at the womans arm then laughter erupted from the skinny man. "Hah ha ha, whoo that was pretty good man." The man breathed in deeply , "That smell boyyo, it is something else." He picked her up by the hair, and looked at her face, "Just look at that horror, man! Got to love when it stays like that." The man looked up at the smoking man and then dragged her our of the room by her hair uttering, "Goin to give her to Orn, he likes it when they don't move, Hah haa." Making a slurping sound as he exited through the doorway.
The smoking man looked back at Sian and puffed on his pipe. A few minuets passed, Sian just sat their unsure of what to do next. Every instinct telling her she was going to die. The man smiled unbeknown to her, "Well, lets try this again. We have to be sure you are whom we think. Hopefully the next one can live a little longer." The man got up and walked towards the doorway calling out, "Bring in the little girl. Maybe that will.." The rest of his words incoherent. This time, it was someone else, and they brought in a little girl, about 7 years old. She was tossed in and skidded to a stop a few feet away from Sian. The little girl cried in pan as the guy that tossed her in grabbed her by the arm and pulled hard. You could hear the bone break upon doing so, 'Broken elbow'. Blood was coming from her nose, 'Internal bleeding', a black ripple on her skin ,'3rd degree burns' Each diagnosis making Sian angrier and angrier. She got to the 8th when she broke out as they started to quetion the girl. She used her chakra to cut the rope behind her back and ran towards the two of them at full speed. She dropped kick the man applying the torture to the kid, while he was bent over to pick her up as she clawed at the ground. As she turned to hit the smoking man, she was punched in the stomach, puking all over the ground. In her moment of pain, she grabbed at the girl and pulled her close. Then kicked in the side she skidded back to her original position, under the light. She applied a healing jutsu to the girl, trying to stop the internal bleeding.
The man she kicked got up, cursing then headed over to them and pulled at the girl. Sian held tightly until she was punched i the face twice, her arms going weak and lost hold. "Stupid bitch...for that this girl is going to be really messed up." The girl screamed and Sian spoke out loud, "STOP...Please....stop.." A smile coming over the smoking mans face while he stood in the shadows smoking his pipe...
She couldn't be sure how long it had been. A month? Three? Maybe almost a year? Sian had been in the grasp of different captures, traded as a sex slave in one form of another. Or perhaps she belonged to a single person, and had just been left to be defiled over and over again. Hundreds of times maybe, she couldn't be sure. Time and events a blur to her, the horror of it all creating a mental block defying space and time itself. One thing though, between the sessions was her stomach was getting bigger. The times between it all she cried, thinking she should end her pregnancy. One time she had tried, and she almost succeeded. Though she was stopped before she could completely go through with it. From that point on, she was always restrained, and treated more gently. Well, gentler, and a medical person of some sorts would see her every so often. She always begged him to help her, but he would look at her blankly and always repeat the same phrase,"I can't help you ma'am, For the money and because of their threats.." , treat her then leave. Soon enough the sex slowed, hearing the words about, being up for sale for a hell of a price. "Two Hyuuga for one." "Four eyes will make a hell of a good sell on the market.."
Then one day, the pain was incredible. They had put her to sleep and by the time she woke up, she felt lighter. After birth all over the floor, blood, juices, she knew what happened. Sian wailed out, crying endlessly. She cried and cried until the point of exhaustion and she passed out. When she awoke, she found herself in a soft bed, something she hadn't felt since her capture. She looked around and saw the doctor holding a small child in his arms. He walked over to her and placed the child delicately into Sian's arms. She smiled, another feeling that seemed nostalgic. For a week she was treated well by her captures. A week that almost feel like forever, though also so short. As by the end of the week, they took the little girl away from her. On the seventh day, Sian had, to how she would put it, "Came to her senses." She realized she was still being held by her captures, and that they had always planned to sell her, and now her daughter. She didn't want her child to go through anything like she had, and made an attempt to kill the child. She was quickly stopped, thinking she wasn't always being watched. The woman again yelled for her kid, for her to be released and she would do anything they wanted. Again time passed unknown amounts to her, she called out for days, endlessly, crying and yelling for them to bring her child back.
Then they did, a day that would most likely never make the light of history ever in Iwagakure. The dark underworld of Iwagakure though did take a hit that day, unmatched to any other. But the information about the event was kept secret, documents of it sealed in the deepest parts of Iwagakure. A rage, rage so horrible, so unkempt, released upon the world to the fullest by Sian, the sights held by the few that day that rescued the young baby girl infused into their nightmares.
What felt like a forever to Sian, but only 3 days in the real world passed. Eventually the brought her daughter back to her, but kept out of reach. The smoking man sat in her room with the kid in a cradle next to him. "You..Give her fu#$ back to me you #$@% @#%$#% @#% ^$#@ ^$#^ ^$$#^#$ bitch. " All manners of words came from her mouth. The man sat in his chair, smoking his pipe letting her get what she needed off her chest. Until she sat their silent, huffing and puffing from the anxiety. The man looked at her questioningly, glasses covering his eyes. He sat their for a moment, smug look on his still partially grown beard and mustache. "I...kind of expected that to last a little longer. Thought you would be more angry than this. Hmmm." He headed towards the bed to table which she was now strapped onto. "I had planned to not tell you this but, pfft. Why keep myself from the enjoyment. We had found a buyer for you. I wasn't going to tell you this but." He looked back and someone exited the door then entered with the child in arms. "Yes, sir.""Like I said, a buyer for you. He was quite generous in his deal, but we thought we could get more and couldn't, so he made a acceptance. He wanted three eyes." The smoking man held the girl in his arms an looked at her, the young girl in his arms giggled as he touched her nose. "It was going to be hard to pick between the two of you, but. Maybe we can....regain our stock using you." He made a baby sound at the little girl, trying to act cute that caused the little girl to laugh, taunting Sian in the cruelest manner he could. In his baby talk he uttered the words, "...Whose eyes are going to make me a lot of money. Whose eyes, your eyes." ...." Whose going to have their eyes ripped from their sockets. Your eyes, your eyes."
The rage of Sian's eyes were remarkable to peer at. Eventually he stopped his actions and handed the little baby to the doctor that was taking care of her. "Go ahead with it.""Right away, sir." He looked back at Sian and smiled. "We will have to get it started I guess." The man walked towards her, pulling at his belt at his pants...
Two hours passed, and screams could be heard coming from where Sian was. Man after man entered the room, more screams coming. Though, not from a woman. An alarm began to echo out, and everyone came to action. Outside of the compound, the civilians could hear the alarms, then came the explosions. It sounded like a war zone. For a short time things went silent. What ever had happened, it was over with it sounded.
The explosions caught the attention of a few shinobi that had been at a bar in the area. They entered the base to find people strewn about, blood, painting the walls. One of the shinobi threw up at the sights he saw. Something that appeared to be someones arm entering through the rear and coming out with intestines at the bellybutton caused it. Hearts laden the floor in some areas. Others just pieces of bodies. Everyone that they found was dead, beyond dead. Though the group did manage to find two that were alive. The crying of a baby attracted them but it took some time to find the area, the echos being heard from afar. Though eventually they tracked the trail of dead bodies to it's end. They found there, a sight just as bad as the others, maybe even worse upon having delved into the thoughts of the event several days later.
In the room, they found a young woman, Pulling her own out of her head, her bloody fist wobbly placed over the childs face. She then inserted the eye ball, placing it into a small baby. The room, soaked in blood, several jars sat at the side, instruments recently used sitting next to it with a small amount of blood soaking into the paper they sat on. The young girl and the baby were in the corner of something that looked to be a surgical room. They raced over to her, and Sian panicked. Her eyes sockets bleeding like facets, the appearance similar to that of crying blood. She placed her glowing hand over the child's new eyes and she blinked and cried, fussing with the hand of her mother. They asked if they were okay, unable to think of much else to say as she cursed them and said something, "Those bastards....why..stop. Why would som...no. Get away...please..please...please." The men told her that they were shinobi of Iwagakure and that they would be safe now. One of them being a medic, checked the baby and woman. He tried to remove the child from her arms but she resisted, though her grasp was weakening. He looked the baby over and everything seemed fine except a few scratches that were already healing from the mothers capabilities. Then he looked over the woman and tried to use some medical ninjutsu. He looked back at his commander and shook his head. But still he tried to help her. He tried, and tried, until trying wouldn't do anymore good...
The medical shinobi took the baby from one of the men and held it tightly, crying. The events took a toll on him differently from the others. He tried, really tried to save the mother, but it was to no avail. Something horrible happened here, something unspeakable. This place, the underworld of Iwagakure..the people in it...
Sara sat in the hospital room, the pain slowly subsiding. She looked around the large emergency room. Everything...seemed familiar now. She recognized her own doujutsu. But, she couldn't release it. She thought about the strain having her Byakugan active placed onto her eyes, and grasped why it hurt so much. But it never as much as it had, and again, she couldn't release it, and never activated it. She wasn't sure what was going on, as the doctor came to see her. "Well Sara, everything seems to be alright. Truth is, I..can't really pinpoint why you are having such pains. I think you should take it easy the next few days." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a container of pills. "These should help lessen the pain, but I really mean it, you should avoid doing any work and rest. I took the liberty of talking to the boss and placing you on leave for the next few weeks. See me at the end of the month and we will go from there." He smiled and she returned it instinctively, though she wasn't happy about the results. She got up off the table and headed out of the hospital. She new the reason for the pain now, though she just didn't know they why...[/spoilername]
Personality:
Sara was reared by a loving and passionate family, taken care of very closely. She has never had to deal with much tragedy outside of her job, and even than very little was shown there. She knows nothing of her past, and believes everything that she was taught and told about within Maruishi. She could almost be called gullible really. Having never had to deal with tragedy, resentment, or betrayal, her eyes are glass coated towards such things. She takes everyone at their words, and is quite trusting even to strangers.
Now, that isn't to say she is stupid. She is levelheaded, smart and can be called ambitious at times. She is quite gung-ho at the idea of adventurous situations, and learning about the world outside of Maruishi. It was the age she was born in, and the people that raised her that made her as such. Most of Maruishi see Iwagakurians as monsters meant for one purpose, even her mother told her to be wary of them. But it was her father that she looks more towards for guidance, and he says they are just a people born to live as such, but they are passionate, independent and honorable group of people, and should be judged individually rather than as one.
Through her ambition, once a seed, had grown and taken root. It now hungered for power, and sought for nourishment. If Sara had been older, she might have been corrupted by this need, but fortune smiled on her for she was young, and the power was forced to take a back seat for her needs for companionship and adventure. This had caused the need for power to turn from a straight gain into an inventive and tiered method of discovery. Alone she couldn't do it, but with another, and through user cunning, she knew a way could be mastered. Though, the needs that opened such a method also opened avenues that could be taken advantage of.
Current Stats
Current Stats: Stamina: 600 / 600
Agility: 600 / 600
Ninjutsu: 600 / 600
Taijutsu: 600 / 600
Genjutsu: 504 (+35) / 600
Chakra Control: 600 / 600
Power Level: 3504
Character Level: 15
OOC rank: S
- Able to use up to S-Rank (Level 9) Jutsu.
- Able to have up to 11 Abilities.
- Able to use up to Tier 5 Puppets.
- Able to use All Poisons.
- Able to use up to 10 AP during battles.
Class Name Konoha's Divine Fist
HP: (30+lvl+5) x stamina
CP: (45+lvl+5) x chakra control
Class Bonus:
- +5% Chance of inflicting Secondary Effects
- Kinjutsu
Average: Evasion, Genjutsu DC
Low: Ranged Accuracy
<COLOR color="#BFBFFF"><B>Bloodline Inforamtion:
Blood Line:[spoilername="Hyuuga Clan"]The Hyuuga are an ancient clan from the fire country dating back to even before the time of Konohagakure. A clan of fierce Taijutsu practitioners known far and wide for their unique style of fighting, the Gentle Fist. The clan's Taijutsu prowess is acknowledged throughout the ninja world, and the Hyuuga are acknowledged as Geniuses in the Ninja arts. However, more popular than their Taijutsu skills are their most unique and noticeable trait; the Byakugan, commonly referred to as "The All-seeing Eye". With their Byakugan and Jyuuken techniques, few clans possess the physical grace of the Hyuuga.
084 PL - Byakugan Rank 1, Gentle Fist Rank 1
168 PL - 360 Degree Vision Rank 1
252 PL - Jyuuken Stance Rank 1
336 PL - Gentle Step Twin Lion Fist Rank 1
420 PL - Byakugan Rank 2
504 PL - Jyuuken Stance Rank 2
588 PL - Eight Trigrams Tenketsu Strikes Rank 1, Gentle Fist Rank 2
672 PL - 360 Degree Vision Rank 2, Kaiten Rank 1
756 PL - Byakugan Rank 3, Gentle Step Twin Lion Fist Rank 2
840 PL - Jyuuken Stance Rank 3, Kaiten Rank 2
924 PL - Eight Trigrams Tenketsu Strikes Rank 2
1008 PL - 360 Degree Vision Rank 3, Kaiten Rank 3
1092 PL - Gentle Fist Rank 3, Eight Trigrams Tenketsu Strikes Rank 3
1176 PL - Gentle Step Twin Lion Fist Rank 3
1260 PL - Air Palm Rank 1
1344 PL - Jyuuketsu Combo Rank 1
1428 PL - Air Palm Rank 2
1512 PL - Eight Gates Assault Rank 1
1596 PL - Air Palm Rank 3, Jyuuketsu Combo Rank 2
1680 PL - Jyuuketsu Combo Rank 3, Eight Gates Assault Rank 2
1764 PL - Eight Gates Assault Rank 3[/spoilername]
