Name: Wanizame Mieko
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Alias: Fin (ANBU-only)
Build: Average height, light weight
Bloodline: Seikon
Distinctive Features: Dark hair, light complexion, bright blue eyes.
Village: Kirigakure
Other Facts: Orphaned, adopted, then orphaned again. No known surviving family.
SEALED FILE 1 of 5: History
Perhaps it is Mieko's incredible misfortune or maybe it's her actual destiny to be alone, but she always finds herself being orphaned. A few months after her birth, she was told that her mother passed away. Her mother was frail and never quite got over the strains her pregnancy had put on her body, and she died shortly after. She had no father. Her father had been missing since before she was born. She has no recollection of the faces of her father nor her mother, only her uncle who had taken her in. She remembers he wasn't very kind to her. He was mostly drunk, and the only times he was sober was when he was snoring loudly, and Mieko had to tiptoe quieter than cats to avoid waking him. He wasn't shinobi, that much was certain to her. Her parents had been, and he always drunkenly swears at her and her deceased parents. He blames them often for having to deal with another mouth to feed, and Mieko has no choice but to listen to his quips as she wipes the tatami mats of his house for him.
She was ten when she realized she'd had enough. A home wasn't supposed to be like this, she knew that at least. She had been attending the academy for two years and had been studying hard. Her uncle got louder and more drunken as time passed by. One day when she left for school and left his meal on his table while he slept, she never came back home. She'd taken with her a jar of spare change she'd collected and hidden for over five years. She was determined to live on her own.
She didn't really know where she was going. She just kept walking, never looking back and never wondering even once if what she had done was the right thing to do. She made some friends at the academy. She'll just seek shelter at their homes for now. She stayed with a friend for a month before she felt like a burden and started to walk again. She left her jar of spare change at her friend's door before she started walking again to find a new home.
She was delirious and starving within days. Her steps were clumsy and limping, and her vision became blurry. She felt her foot step over uneven land, her knees buckling, and her body falling. What she did not feel, however, was the impact of her body hitting the dirt. Instead, she felt a firm hand on her arm and saw a quick glance of blue hair--possibly as blue as her eyes--and a smile. When she came to, she realized she had been taken in by a family called the Wanizame. They asked for her name, and she gave them Mieko. They smiled at her and christened her anew: Wanizame Mieko.
She continued going to the academy and decided to take the test to become Anbu-in-Training. At 14, she passed, much to her extreme delight. She practically warped her way home, straining herself and nearly collapsing on the floor when she finally arrived. She told her new family the news with big grins and excited blabbering. She's never spoken so much before in her life, and as they joined her in her laughter, she knew this was what a home was supposed to be like.
And a home she was robbed again, a couple years after that.
A battle--an enormous one--with great struggles and damage had occurred while she was completing a mission for the ANBU. Proud blue hair and blood-stained bodies scattered the grounds. Tears well in her eyes, and an overwhelming sense of loss washes over her. She fell to her knees and wept quietly for a few hours before finally standing up and walking away from another home.
Sleepless nights followed that afternoon. She kept telling herself she should have been there to protect them, to aid them, to help them fight for their lives. She should have been with them then. Her regrets kept her restless. She grieved for several weeks before finally coming to terms with her losses. The Wanizame died with their weapons in their hands and their souls brimming with their pride and courage.
She began to vow to do the same.
She was ten when she realized she'd had enough. A home wasn't supposed to be like this, she knew that at least. She had been attending the academy for two years and had been studying hard. Her uncle got louder and more drunken as time passed by. One day when she left for school and left his meal on his table while he slept, she never came back home. She'd taken with her a jar of spare change she'd collected and hidden for over five years. She was determined to live on her own.
She didn't really know where she was going. She just kept walking, never looking back and never wondering even once if what she had done was the right thing to do. She made some friends at the academy. She'll just seek shelter at their homes for now. She stayed with a friend for a month before she felt like a burden and started to walk again. She left her jar of spare change at her friend's door before she started walking again to find a new home.
She was delirious and starving within days. Her steps were clumsy and limping, and her vision became blurry. She felt her foot step over uneven land, her knees buckling, and her body falling. What she did not feel, however, was the impact of her body hitting the dirt. Instead, she felt a firm hand on her arm and saw a quick glance of blue hair--possibly as blue as her eyes--and a smile. When she came to, she realized she had been taken in by a family called the Wanizame. They asked for her name, and she gave them Mieko. They smiled at her and christened her anew: Wanizame Mieko.
She continued going to the academy and decided to take the test to become Anbu-in-Training. At 14, she passed, much to her extreme delight. She practically warped her way home, straining herself and nearly collapsing on the floor when she finally arrived. She told her new family the news with big grins and excited blabbering. She's never spoken so much before in her life, and as they joined her in her laughter, she knew this was what a home was supposed to be like.
And a home she was robbed again, a couple years after that.
A battle--an enormous one--with great struggles and damage had occurred while she was completing a mission for the ANBU. Proud blue hair and blood-stained bodies scattered the grounds. Tears well in her eyes, and an overwhelming sense of loss washes over her. She fell to her knees and wept quietly for a few hours before finally standing up and walking away from another home.
Sleepless nights followed that afternoon. She kept telling herself she should have been there to protect them, to aid them, to help them fight for their lives. She should have been with them then. Her regrets kept her restless. She grieved for several weeks before finally coming to terms with her losses. The Wanizame died with their weapons in their hands and their souls brimming with their pride and courage.
She began to vow to do the same.
LAST KNOWN WHEREABOUTS
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RP Slots:
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- - 2. Main Islands - Milk and Cookies - http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=140&t=6751 [Free]
- - 3. The Academy's Roof - The Exam! - http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=157&t=6756 [Free/Exam(?)]
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