Name: Taji Minako.
Age: Eight (8).
Gender:Female.
General Description:
History:
Age: Eight (8).
Gender:Female.
General Description:
Personality – The outsides do not match the insides in the case of Taji Minako. She is a very no-nonsense sort of girl, a crotchety little kunoichi with delusions of grandeur. To call her short is forbidden, to admit defeat is forbidden, to act without a plan is forbidden, and any idea that could be considered suicide is forbidden. Her rules are strict and to the point, punctuated by a harsh stare that tends to make the victim forget just how much bigger than her they are. Minako is something like an evil librarian, lurking in the dark depths of her precious home and just waiting for people to mess up her system. People say she went insane after her family literally abandoned her at the Academy steps, all those years of unfaltering familial love followed by a swift and sudden betrayal driving her more than a little bit batty. But she’s got a good heart under all that bottled up hatred, a sense of finely tuned justice uncorrupted by her time in the service of her home. Taji Minako has no idea where her clan is, and tends to take her frustrations out by being single-mindedly determined to become the best little weapon of mass destruction possible.
Physical – Taji Minako is tiny and slender, a mere four feet and half and inch tall and weighing seventy five pounds. Her blonde hair has been grown out to her waist, never cut save to give her bangs so she can see out of her amber eyes or to trim her split ends. Frequently seen with a helmet and goggles on to keep the mass of hair in place, Minako gives off an air of childish naïveté. She's dainty in that tiny and frail kind of way, her pale skin marked with only long-faded scars from childhood accidents. Minako does not look like a ninja in the slightest, and she knows it. They barely make gear in her size, and everything she wears looks like she’s drowning in it. So instead she ties her pants on extra tight and has started to learn how to function with sleeves that drag down past her fingertips. She wears the drabbest of colors possible, all issued browns and blacks that make her look even paler than she actually is. Minako can usually be found in a combination of a light brown coat that should have gone to her knees but instead is just a little longer, a black long-sleeved shirt, a pair of baggy grey pants, and black sandals.
Physical – Taji Minako is tiny and slender, a mere four feet and half and inch tall and weighing seventy five pounds. Her blonde hair has been grown out to her waist, never cut save to give her bangs so she can see out of her amber eyes or to trim her split ends. Frequently seen with a helmet and goggles on to keep the mass of hair in place, Minako gives off an air of childish naïveté. She's dainty in that tiny and frail kind of way, her pale skin marked with only long-faded scars from childhood accidents. Minako does not look like a ninja in the slightest, and she knows it. They barely make gear in her size, and everything she wears looks like she’s drowning in it. So instead she ties her pants on extra tight and has started to learn how to function with sleeves that drag down past her fingertips. She wears the drabbest of colors possible, all issued browns and blacks that make her look even paler than she actually is. Minako can usually be found in a combination of a light brown coat that should have gone to her knees but instead is just a little longer, a black long-sleeved shirt, a pair of baggy grey pants, and black sandals.
The Taji name was not and probably never would go down in history for any sort of dashing deeds. They were a clan of simple miners, ones who focused on eking out a living from the bones of the land itself instead of the flux of markets and politics. When the demon army invaded, the entire family hid deep in the mines they lived on. The daimyo and his family go crazy, the Taji family opened a new shaft and cracked open a keg of beer. When the nobles of the country start ordering more clandestine murder in less than a decade than the Taji family had members, the only answer they had was to keep right on mining iron and expanding their mines.
Minako was born the sixth of six children, the youngest of four daughters and the tiniest child in the history of the Taji clan. She was functionally useless for what the Taji clan needed, too expensive in the long run and far too much hassle to marry off. So the Taji clan did what any sensible clan that needed to get rid of an extra child and had a convenient military organization nearby did: they sent her off to join the Kumo Ninja Academy as soon as she was old enough. But in the meantime they raised her like they meant to keep her, her parents hoping that loving her for the eight years they would keep her would prevent their youngest child from coming back in the middle of the night and slaughtering the entire clan. The Taji clan couldn’t even claim to be proud of the first Taji ninja, and when her eldest brother took her to the Academy he took her the long way, confusing her with train rides and long gaps of time on horseback.
Minako was born the sixth of six children, the youngest of four daughters and the tiniest child in the history of the Taji clan. She was functionally useless for what the Taji clan needed, too expensive in the long run and far too much hassle to marry off. So the Taji clan did what any sensible clan that needed to get rid of an extra child and had a convenient military organization nearby did: they sent her off to join the Kumo Ninja Academy as soon as she was old enough. But in the meantime they raised her like they meant to keep her, her parents hoping that loving her for the eight years they would keep her would prevent their youngest child from coming back in the middle of the night and slaughtering the entire clan. The Taji clan couldn’t even claim to be proud of the first Taji ninja, and when her eldest brother took her to the Academy he took her the long way, confusing her with train rides and long gaps of time on horseback.
