| Jurojin (Nogakujin) Fujiko |
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| Personal |
| Birthplace |
The Northern Outpost - Land of Wind |
| Birthdate |
11/30 |
| Gender |
Female |
| Age |
17 |
| Height |
4'8" |
| Weight |
An magician never reveals her secrets. |
| Blood Type |
O- |
| Kekkei Genkai |
N/A |
| Classification |
Classified |
| Areas of Expertise |
Fuinjutsu |
| Clan |
Nogakujin |
| Affiliation |
Sunagakure |
| Team |
Troubadors (Unlisted) |
| Rank |
| Ninja Rank |
Genin |
| Genin-Equivalent Age |
12 |
| Chuunin-Equivalent Age |
N/A |
| Nature Type |
| Element (Affinity) |
Wind |
| Element (Secondary) |
Earth |
| Family |
| Father |
Jurojin Katsu |
| Mother |
Nogakujin Hiroko |
| Signature Jutsu |
| Scrolled Terrain Technique |
"Three may keep a secret, of two of them are dead"
The beginning of this play begins as a romance between a peaceful wanderer and a strict military man. Jorojin Katsu, whose first name represents the very thing he sought in life, spent its entirety looking for one conflict that would bring him victory. As a young chunin, he pulled every string he could to move to The Land of Wind’s northern borders in hopes to be on the front lines when conflict broke out when the villages formed. A few years passed, and his warrior spirit was crushed when nothing ever came. Only friendly relationships were established between the two villages. He spent another year crushed, in a terrible depression… That was when Hiroko entered his life. Enter Nagakujin Hiroko, a woman from the far west of the shinobi nations. She was a traveling performer, and the terrible conditions of the northern border guard needed performers to raise morale. When he saw her, he knew he must have her. Both of them fell in a romantic love, and not six months after, was Fujiko born…
Fujiko lived her early years at the northern camp, as her father lived out his term there. There, the young girl was only surrounded by men and women whom were older than she. There were never any signs of other children, so she spent her time talking with the older people. To them, Fujiko performed the roll of reminding them what they were protecting in Sunagakure. She grew very mature, as a result of all the interaction with them, and would often put on mock performances in the limited art of her mother’s clan. These cute plays brought great joy to most of the ninja there. Like her mother, she was born to perform. Her mother encouraged this behavior, pushing her to become a courtesan of great finesse even at a young age. Her father, however, had none of it. Yet, his influence never reached her until the year she turned six.
The year she turned six, her father’s tenure ended, and she made the return to Sunagakure. She left behind many good friends, and came to a place that she was relatively alienated in. She did not grow up with the children in the village, and her mature personality came off too excessively on the other children. She remained isolated for a long time, and seeing this isolation gave her father the reason he needed to push her into the shinobi world. Yet, what good was Fujiko in this world? She spent most of her life acting in plays, and practicing dances that made people smile. She had no interest in killing, or the shinobi world at all. Her father, however, pushed her regardless. She trained under her father for years before the academy, abandoning all notions of being what she wanted to be. A performer.
Fujiko’s induction at the academy proved that her mind was not up to the task. She had very few things that interested her. One particular thing that did capture her imagination, however, was the art of Scrolls. Fuinjutsu was like art to her. The seals and symbols upon the scrolls captivated her imagination. It is only reasonable that she’d pick it up as a ninjutsu art. At the time she was introduced at the academy, she wasn’t particularly good in any of the arts of the Ninja. She had particular endurance and flexibility due to her work as a performer, and she had a good head on her shoulders. Her cool-headed mature way of thought made many tasks easier for her, and her endurance made her able to keep up with her peers. Yet, her heart was always in other places. Her skill in all three of the ninja arts suffered because Fujiko was always in another place inside of her head. A place where stories unraveled before her very eyes as her mind thought up amazing ideas for theater. Why, it wouldn’t be a surprise that she often spent long hours at the local theater. She volunteered, and learned the performing arts from many other people. This activity, under the nose of her very parents, kept her from truly shining at the academy.
When one’s duty and one’s passion collide, dissonance happens. Fujiko has never become that good of a ninja, and she was never truly a good performer. Yet, eventually, she did graduate. It was a terrible time to do so, for her. Her dreams of becoming a performer were crushed when the local theater she spent so many years of her time in suddenly burned down. This event, widely known in Sunagakure, left her spiraling into depression. From then on, she changed. On the outside, she was the same as she was. Mature, and an overall good person loyal to the village. On the inside, she was a crushed individual looking for some way… Any at all to help her from fading into eternal obscurity.
An actor that fades into obscurity is usually the end. They no longer get leading roles, and never gain success as they did before. Yet, the allusion was not all true for Fujiko. Her loyalty, her ability to shrug off bullies in stride, and her mature personality put her on a list on the council to be accepted as the next Jinchuriki for the Shukaku. A death sentence to anyone else, and usually forced upon them, Fujiko immediately took this opportunity. Even though her parents forbade it, she accepted. She was just desperate for the spotlight once more, and thus it was sealed upon her. From Despair, comes Ambition.
Thus closes the first act of Jurojin Fujiko, and begins the second act. Part 2: Thalia, and the Melpomene sealed within.
Fujiko was born and raised, mostly, as an actor. Her love of the arts spreads more than just being on stage. She is an artist, a writer, and a musician. Her mother taught her these things early, and they have stuck upon her for the longest time. This wide-spanning hobby is more than a hobby, and has bled over to her career as a ninja. Fujiko is a mature and ambitious individual, whom can easily hide her true feelings behind the mask of an actor. She can adapt easily to individuals, figure their archetype, and adapt to it in order to gain their favor. She happens to have an addictive personality, often playing with people that interest her. Her addictive personality leads to a love of expensive foods. It doesn’t matter what they are, if it is expensive she will like it. She likes face-painting as well, to a much lesser degree than anything else.
Fujiko is almost a jackal personified. This shinobi of the desert is graced with tanned skin and ambitious black eyes that hold so much behind them despite being such a common color. Those ambitious eyes are encircled in black, almost as if she were wearing excessive make-up around them. The 5'1" standing girl almost presents herself as a woman, with a restrained way of presenting herself. She has long black hair, tied into all manner of things, yet usually it is preferred unbound at all flowing graceful over her shoulders and back. Her body-style gives her mature personality away, revealing a simple girl perhaps just entering her teens. A lithe athletic body from shoulders to toes, she has a small chest and small hips, with legs and arms that are thin and in need of further developing.
Fujiko wears an outfit that seems foreign, by makes sense in the desert. Her upper body almost has naught upon it saved for a band of purple cloth bound around her breasts that provides modesty, and a cloth that loops around the neck, dives in front of her chest, and joins in the back. She wears a long pants that hug her hips yet provide decent mobility. She seems to go barefoot, save for sandals when not walking in the sand. An outfit true to a daughter of the sands.
| Name |
Rank |
Relationship |
Notes |
| Itami |
Kazekage |
~Leader of the Village |
Itami is my Kazekage. She had no part in choosing the fate that has become of me, yet she certainly has done more than any of the council members to set my heart at east before and after I became the demon's host. |
| Kuoroke |
Former Council |
~Distant Advisor |
The Obelisk of Sunagakure is the one whom sealed the beast inside of me. He doesn't seem eager to teach me how to restrain the beast. |
| Arika |
Genin |
~The Other Host |
Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity. |
| Umahito Kyo |
Wanderer |
~The Worldwalker |
Freedom is a boon and a bane. |
| Name |
Rank |
Relationship |
Notes |
| Rikuto |
genin |
~dislike |
Not as bad as the demon inside me, for he is not around all the time, but he still insists on bringing me nightmare after nightmare come real. Adaptation is necessary |
| Name |
Rank |
Relationship |
Notes |
| Ayumu (He went by another name I hear) |
Wanderer |
~Untrust |
There's no doubt he's a spy, or something even worse. He's not on the black list because I find him intriguing. If he wishes any information from me, he will need to piece it together… cryptic mystery by cryptic mystery. |
October 2015 (OOC Date)
Date: Week of 10/5/2015 (OOC)
I still dream of a day when theater will once again be my calling. Until that day, I am bound to carry out a vital task to my village. A task that will set me apart from everyone else. My name will be in the scrolls of the village, to some day be found, and my life enacted by the hands of an actor not me. That is my goal.
It was not I who selected myself for this task, and even if I had said no, I would have been dragged from my home to do this task. Improvisation is a good tool for the artist, and I will make the best of this situation. What do I want? Power? No. I have no interest in crushing my enemies under foot. The only thing that I will gain for sacrificing myself for the village is eventual reknown. Already, I have talked with Itami. Person to person. I call that a major improvement. What is this tool? Well, if I wrote that down in my journal, someone might find it there. I cannot compromise my security over something so little, can I?"
Date: Week of 10/12/2015 (OOC)
Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose it's meaning if it were not balanced by sadness. It is better to take things as they come along with patience and equanimity.
This quote has served me much, for the time of sealing draws nigh. Kuoroke has decided that training is necessary before I become the village's vault for one of it's terrible nightmare secrets. This is fine. I have patience. I was selected for strength of character, and many at that. I was selected for my cool temperament. I do not lose myself easily. I have taken these past weeks to the streets, to enjoy my arts in any way I can. My skills, my body, my soul will be bared for all to see. I will not hide what I am because I want people to remember what I was before I am tasked with the terror of the sands.
I could not sum this up more than in a recent street performance in particular. Captivated so many, that I caused quite an uproar. With all of the discord as of late, I'm sure the distraction was all for the best.
Date: Week of 10/19/2015 (OOC)
There was darkness, when I was put under for the sealing process. They said It would be dangerous due to my age. I knew that it would be dangerous regardless. This is a demon that would be sealed within me. No longer would the performances of the past be acceptable. I would be brought to a new standard. When I awoke, it was as if nothing had changed. For a moment, I thought that perhaps they decided against it. The council saw it fit to inject me with this responsibility because my father was loyal, and in return saw me as the same. They were not far from the truth, but that was a bent truth. I am loyal as far as it benefits me. The last thing I did that didn't benefit me was this very sealing.
At first, as I said, I was fine. The first night I slept well. The second, I dreamed of standing in a street full of dead. The third, I saw the death of my parents and everyone I loved. The fourth? I have not slept since. He whispers into my ears, if the air is quiet, so I play my instruments and sing the hymns I have read in my mother's old books to keep him out. This was all that I needed to do. There was nothing more left for me outside. No past friendships, or future opportunities. The curtain upon my former life had closed. The Curtain has Risen on a new destiny.
December 2015 (OOC Date)
It is going to be difficult getting used to having a team-member seemingly approach you at every inopportune moment. Such as during my midday breaks, or even during the sleepless nights. Not that it isn't nice to have a team. It usually means more specialized missions. One such mission involved a patrol that turned into a bloody mess. Antlions often get big in the Land of Wind, threatening trade. One such Antlion attacked a caravan family. Even though we saved the father and child, the mother bled out in my hands. How useless was I that I didn't know more than what it took to wrap a bandage? She died. Even after saving them from the antlion, and even attacks from bandits, we couldn't save her. Such is my life isn't it? I'm an actor, not a doctor.
We're supposed to be suspicious of strangers. We're supposed to keep a high tab on everyone that walks through our gate that doesn't sport a fancy citizenship. Kyo has done nothing but drink, eat, and hope for jobs. Probably not a spy. Probably just another one of the many, many wanderers that deserve a little pity. It must be terrible not having a home… It must be wonderous to not have a home! If only I could spread my talents across the world! Oh, Kyo the Worldwalker, how I do envy you. Welcome to Sunagakure. I hope your throat isn't slit in the middle of the night. I do happen to like you, after all.
Or he used to. Now he is silent. He doesn't speak to me like Arika claims hers does. My hope is that this remains so for the rest of my life… I also hope he stops murdering people with my body. That is exactly what I awoke to on one fine winter night among the sand. I awoke covered in blood, with several bodies that had been dragged through the sand. Not a single memory within my body. Now I know I am a walking killer that needs to be locked within a cage. Kuoroke's seal isn't defective, how could it be? I will take my chances, and attempt to reconcile with the beast with Arika's help.
((This is more of a mission report than an actual journal entry, it is stuffed between her pages upon pages of witty poetry that makes up her journal.)) They call themselves the Cult of the Midday Sun. It is no ordinary random cult that worships the sun. They claim this is a religion of a land so far to the east that not ship has ever sailed that far. The people there sacrafice the hearts of their enemies as an offering to some 'Bird-like Sun God' or so that is what the murals on the wall of that hidden cove seem to indicate. What bothers me the most is the last imagine in the panel. it is a line that stretches over Sunagakure, while a giant beast erupts from the sun as if threatening to devour it. Probably a petty cult thing. Probably -nothing- to worry about. Yet, I find myself wondering what would drive people to sacrafice another unless said cult had some truth to it. Is there a Sun God? Is Sunagakure at risk? This is going to be a personal mission to find out. I know Arika was there with me when we found it out. It's time to go forth and explore the nature of this cult, so that if there is anything of true worry we can crush it under foot.
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Abilities
| *Ability* |
~Use |
| Scroll Mastery |
The only ninjutsu I have ever properly enjoyed. The art of sealing is more an art than one thinks. The fluid strokes of brushes, with the need to be precise, creates in it's own right the most artful form of the shinobi world. |
| Earth Manipulation |
My feet touch the ground. I feel the earth beneath. I am glad I walk upon the land, rather than swim upon the water. |
| Wind Manipulation |
The wind, like that of our nation. It drives mills, and creates the waves upon the ocean. With the wind upon a traveler's back, no journey is too difficult. |
| Sand Manipulation |
This style is forbidden to your eyes, but makes me as versatile as the desert itself. Consider the curtain drawn over this one. |
| Bijuu Style |
I have yet to commune with the entity that would grant me this style. Consider the curtain drawn over this one. |
| Assassin's Dance |
I dream of one day where my dancing skill can be weaponized into a form that is most deadly. They will never see it coming. That is the Assassin's Dance. |
Transformations
| *Shukaku Partial Release* |
If anyone asks, I'm not the One-Tails Jinchuuriki. It's just an act. |
D-Rank
| *Skill* |
~Type |
~Element |
Use |
| *Scrolled Terrain* |
~Defensive Ninjutsu |
~Non-Elemental |
A tool not only to block incoming attacks, but to store things useful for me. Scroll Fuinjutsu has always been my favorite, because the scroll is like an easel that one can customize to create a physical expression of art. |
| *Sudden Earth Column* |
~Defensive and Offensive |
~Earth Manipulation |
| *Senbon Scroll* |
~Offensive Ninjutsu |
~Scroll Mastery |
In an attempt to shelter Shukaku's abilities, I have developed a scroll based form of assault. Not the most damaging ability. I call it 'Cactus in a Scroll'. |
| *Tremor Sense* |
~Perception Ninjutsu |
~Earth Manipulation |
This is a terrible ability, rather useless in the sand. Still, it is something that works with my manipulation. Don't judge. |
C-Rank
| *Sand Shot* |
~Offensive |
Sand Manipulation |
Accurate, with the help of the Shukaku I can put holes in people's head. Wondrous. |
| *Sand Shape Disguise* |
~Stealth |
Sand Manipulation |
With the power to have a more sure-fire and tangible way to look like anyone at any time, I'd have to say this is my favorite gift I have developed using the Shukaku's unique abilities. |
| *Sand Block* |
~Defensive |
Sand Manipulation |
I was never good at dodging. Running is a coward's act, and I am not playing the fool in this performance. |
Songs I like to listen to when I play this character
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