Name: Morishige Mieko
In-Character Rank: Student
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Physical Description: Being one of the many students who lives on the academy campus, and given her history, hygiene and attire weren’t top priorities. Mieko is often found with brushed hair with no real attention paid to it. The only reason her hair is cut the way it is is because someone did it for her when she arrived and she had not bothered to change it. She is small as though she were malnourished as a child, and much less developed than other girls her age. However, there is a bit more muscle on her bones than most would assume based on her lifestyle before being rescued to the village of Kumgakure.
Personality: Aside from an extremely radical view of what is right and wrong and how humans are supposed to interact with each other, Mieko’s only real mental flaw is that she doesn’t speak. She does as she is told and obeys her superiors, but only because she assumes she will be beaten if she doesn’t comply. She hoards what she can grab because she believes if she does not, then someone else will just take it for himself. And Mieko sees everyone else as the enemy for the most part. All competing for the attention of the superiors and the rewards they offer, and she will do what she needs to to secure those rewards for herself. Not to say she won’t change, she very likely will. But currently that is her state of mind.
History: Mieko grew up in a waypoint of sorts. Her family was decently well off considering where they were. It was a small little hamlet with just a few buildings that acted as a popular stop for travelers. It was her family that owned half the buildings and operated them.
Fuzzy memories of running through the wheat fields in the back, or picnics with her parents were all that remained of that time for her. That, and a small keepsake that she had around her neck when she was abducted. It was a small amethyst, crudely shaped by her father and polished by her mother. But for a long time it wasn’t in her possession.
No, it was taken by a stoic man in charge of a brigade of barbarians. She was one of three children who were taken when the town was set upon and razed. She was only five at that time. The two others were a few years older and seemed to cope with the situation better but, Mieko on the other hand, shut inward. At such a critical moment in forming a relationship with the world around her, it was all ripped away from her. She stopped talking. Stopped asking questions about how the world worked. Instead she silently obeyed those who kidnapped her.
It could have been worse. She could have been dead. But now she was a prisoner in their camp, for whatever reasoned she did not understand. She watched how the others got beat for resisting and disobeying their captors and, like a good child, she learned. Learned how to be passive, and also how to appease angry brutes when their tempers flared. There came a point when one of those who was kidnapped along side her was beat beyond what he could take. And they just left him there in the pen; perhaps it was to make a point to the others.
It wasn’t just the two of them. However, the other kids had given up on hope and just adopted the lifestyle. They were the ones who beat on her; demonstrating their strength to those above them. She silently hated them as her face rested in the mud, their boots digging into her skin. They called her names and insulted her whenever they had the chance, the acts constantly wearing on her spirit and self-esteem. It took a year before she finally broke and those eyes of hate turned into empty vessels.
Those in charge had been doing this a long time and Mieko was at that point where they could begin to build her up how they wanted. She was forced to fight and wrestle the others near her age, often getting beat in her weakened state. But the promise of a better meal if she won spurred her on, and she soon took advantage of the one weakness men had over her brutally. Her recklessness and ferocity soon made the other who fought her hesitate and eventually just refuse; they favored the beatings from their master more than the bruises gained from fighting her. This only lead to her fighting older and older kids, eventually teens. All her strength in the world couldn’t beat their developed bodies. But she had made a name for herself and that was what mattered.
Years passed and eventually she was used outside of the camp. Despite being one of their more able fighters, her status of a young female made her perfect to be used as a distraction for raiding convoys. She didn’t really appreciate it, but she learned to obey. Every word. So she sat and whimpered on the road, forcing many a caravan to stop and then get set upon by her brothers hiding.
There was a moment in her deviant adventures when she watched as one of the members of the caravan got away from the group and was running right passed her. She just watched him with those dead eyes, despite shouts by her allies. Angry and hatred were thrown her way, and she was beat that night. But she was only following orders: she wasn’t to fight. Unbeknownst to her, that very man who she let escape would bring her saviors to find her.
It was the middle of the night when chaos erupted in the camp, though it was silent chaos. There were bells ringing and torches being lit, but those causing the ruckus could hardly be seen. She stood meekly out in the courtyard and watched as her master fell one by one. The boys and girls she fought along side of picked up arms against their intruders, only to be mercilessly cut down.
It was over pretty quick, simple bandits were no match for the trained shinobi of the Hidden Cloud. In an instant, a figure appeared next to her, clad in what looked like a suit of armor made entirely out of wood and spoke to her. “Are you hurt?”
He knelt down so he was eye level with her and removed his helmet, revealing a smile underneath. “I am a shinobi of the Hidden Leaf here to rescue you and return you to the Hidden Cloud. Would you like to come with me?” he asked, reaching a hand out slowly for her to grab onto. Mieko gripped onto one of his fingers tightly and drew close to him, pushing her small body against his leg for safety. And just like that, the life that she knew was changed once again; set on a new path. A better path.
But there was one thing that she needed first. She held up a finger as if to tell him to wait for her before running of to where the lifeless body of their leader lay. She searched his body and found nothing, but as her mood darkened she noticed the glint of purple on a shelf in his quarters. Rushing inside she retrieved her old keepsake and then found her way back into the arms of her savior only to be whisked away off to her better future.
Bloodline/Core Ability: N/a
Character Class
Rookie Class
HP: (38+lvl) x stamina
CP: (38+lvl) x chakra control
Class Bonus: ---
High: None
Average: All
Low: None
OOC Rank: E-Rank
Stats:
Agility: 5/50
Stamina: 5/50
Taijutsu: 5/50
Ninjutsu: 5/50
Genjutsu: 5/50
Chakra Control: 0/50
Power Level: 25/300
Jutsu
None
Links:
Topics:
New Beginnings: https://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?p=322796#p322796
In-Character Rank: Student
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Physical Description: Being one of the many students who lives on the academy campus, and given her history, hygiene and attire weren’t top priorities. Mieko is often found with brushed hair with no real attention paid to it. The only reason her hair is cut the way it is is because someone did it for her when she arrived and she had not bothered to change it. She is small as though she were malnourished as a child, and much less developed than other girls her age. However, there is a bit more muscle on her bones than most would assume based on her lifestyle before being rescued to the village of Kumgakure.
Personality: Aside from an extremely radical view of what is right and wrong and how humans are supposed to interact with each other, Mieko’s only real mental flaw is that she doesn’t speak. She does as she is told and obeys her superiors, but only because she assumes she will be beaten if she doesn’t comply. She hoards what she can grab because she believes if she does not, then someone else will just take it for himself. And Mieko sees everyone else as the enemy for the most part. All competing for the attention of the superiors and the rewards they offer, and she will do what she needs to to secure those rewards for herself. Not to say she won’t change, she very likely will. But currently that is her state of mind.
History: Mieko grew up in a waypoint of sorts. Her family was decently well off considering where they were. It was a small little hamlet with just a few buildings that acted as a popular stop for travelers. It was her family that owned half the buildings and operated them.
Fuzzy memories of running through the wheat fields in the back, or picnics with her parents were all that remained of that time for her. That, and a small keepsake that she had around her neck when she was abducted. It was a small amethyst, crudely shaped by her father and polished by her mother. But for a long time it wasn’t in her possession.
No, it was taken by a stoic man in charge of a brigade of barbarians. She was one of three children who were taken when the town was set upon and razed. She was only five at that time. The two others were a few years older and seemed to cope with the situation better but, Mieko on the other hand, shut inward. At such a critical moment in forming a relationship with the world around her, it was all ripped away from her. She stopped talking. Stopped asking questions about how the world worked. Instead she silently obeyed those who kidnapped her.
It could have been worse. She could have been dead. But now she was a prisoner in their camp, for whatever reasoned she did not understand. She watched how the others got beat for resisting and disobeying their captors and, like a good child, she learned. Learned how to be passive, and also how to appease angry brutes when their tempers flared. There came a point when one of those who was kidnapped along side her was beat beyond what he could take. And they just left him there in the pen; perhaps it was to make a point to the others.
It wasn’t just the two of them. However, the other kids had given up on hope and just adopted the lifestyle. They were the ones who beat on her; demonstrating their strength to those above them. She silently hated them as her face rested in the mud, their boots digging into her skin. They called her names and insulted her whenever they had the chance, the acts constantly wearing on her spirit and self-esteem. It took a year before she finally broke and those eyes of hate turned into empty vessels.
Those in charge had been doing this a long time and Mieko was at that point where they could begin to build her up how they wanted. She was forced to fight and wrestle the others near her age, often getting beat in her weakened state. But the promise of a better meal if she won spurred her on, and she soon took advantage of the one weakness men had over her brutally. Her recklessness and ferocity soon made the other who fought her hesitate and eventually just refuse; they favored the beatings from their master more than the bruises gained from fighting her. This only lead to her fighting older and older kids, eventually teens. All her strength in the world couldn’t beat their developed bodies. But she had made a name for herself and that was what mattered.
Years passed and eventually she was used outside of the camp. Despite being one of their more able fighters, her status of a young female made her perfect to be used as a distraction for raiding convoys. She didn’t really appreciate it, but she learned to obey. Every word. So she sat and whimpered on the road, forcing many a caravan to stop and then get set upon by her brothers hiding.
There was a moment in her deviant adventures when she watched as one of the members of the caravan got away from the group and was running right passed her. She just watched him with those dead eyes, despite shouts by her allies. Angry and hatred were thrown her way, and she was beat that night. But she was only following orders: she wasn’t to fight. Unbeknownst to her, that very man who she let escape would bring her saviors to find her.
It was the middle of the night when chaos erupted in the camp, though it was silent chaos. There were bells ringing and torches being lit, but those causing the ruckus could hardly be seen. She stood meekly out in the courtyard and watched as her master fell one by one. The boys and girls she fought along side of picked up arms against their intruders, only to be mercilessly cut down.
It was over pretty quick, simple bandits were no match for the trained shinobi of the Hidden Cloud. In an instant, a figure appeared next to her, clad in what looked like a suit of armor made entirely out of wood and spoke to her. “Are you hurt?”
He knelt down so he was eye level with her and removed his helmet, revealing a smile underneath. “I am a shinobi of the Hidden Leaf here to rescue you and return you to the Hidden Cloud. Would you like to come with me?” he asked, reaching a hand out slowly for her to grab onto. Mieko gripped onto one of his fingers tightly and drew close to him, pushing her small body against his leg for safety. And just like that, the life that she knew was changed once again; set on a new path. A better path.
But there was one thing that she needed first. She held up a finger as if to tell him to wait for her before running of to where the lifeless body of their leader lay. She searched his body and found nothing, but as her mood darkened she noticed the glint of purple on a shelf in his quarters. Rushing inside she retrieved her old keepsake and then found her way back into the arms of her savior only to be whisked away off to her better future.
Bloodline/Core Ability: N/a
Character Class
Rookie Class
HP: (38+lvl) x stamina
CP: (38+lvl) x chakra control
Class Bonus: ---
High: None
Average: All
Low: None
OOC Rank: E-Rank
Stats:
Agility: 5/50
Stamina: 5/50
Taijutsu: 5/50
Ninjutsu: 5/50
Genjutsu: 5/50
Chakra Control: 0/50
Power Level: 25/300
Jutsu
None
Links:
Topics:
New Beginnings: https://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?p=322796#p322796