"Look at me as you wish. Zu-Zu"
| Kamizuru Michi |
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| Personal |
| Birthplace |
Land of Rice |
| Birthdate |
December 31st |
| Gender |
Female |
| Age |
21 years old |
| Height |
7'0" |
| Weight |
Unknown |
| Blood Type |
Unknown |
| Kekkei Genkai |
Insect Control |
| Classification |
Chuunin |
| Areas of Expertise |
Ninjutsu, Espionage |
| Clan |
Kamizuru |
| Affiliation |
Iwagakure |
| Team |
Team 11(originally) |
| Rank |
| Ninja Rank |
Chuunin |
| Ninja Registration |
44444444 |
| Academy Grad. Age |
Genin-equivalent - 8 |
| Chuunin Grad. Age |
18 |
| Nature Type |
| Element |
Unrealized |
| Family |
| Father |
Ayumu Kamizuru (deceased) |
| Mother |
Akira Kamizuru (deceased) |
| Sister |
Morimoko Kamizuru |
| Brother |
Miroku Kamizuru |
| Master |
Iwanoko |
| Foster Mother |
Chichiru Koboyashi |
| Signature Jutsu |
| Undecided |
Michi was once a servant of the Land of Earth’s most notorious monster, Clay Boy, and now the same to the Tsuchikage and those of Iwagakure. Infamously known within the village as the ‘blank slate’ for her specialties and emotional range being little different; except in the case of her inheritance from blood, sweat, and tears.
She is feared as well by the younger generation through poisoned whispers from her own and those that came before her for involvement with the monster; but even more so for potentially becoming just the same due to a number of near fatal incidents arising wherever she goes. Despite such inconveniences Michi still serves the Tsuchikage with an aptitude boarding on zealously through the extremes taken with little regard to others so long as whatever losses would be acceptable. Her true goals however lay elsewhere…
Background
Although a Kamizuru by blood, Michi was born outside the one land her clan
had already established as their main base of operations even before the clan wars came to an end. She was born, in truth, in a remodeled medical facility that was long since abandoned and forgotten within the Land of Rice. Her parents, Ayumu and Akira, distant cousins to one another and chunnin at the time of her birth were relatively unremarkable by most standards except one given their station within the clan as the equivalent of drones: Ambition and Patience. Both of which carried them as far as to eventually confront their current clan head of turning the information gathered from the Kamizuru’s collective surveillance network covering their rivals in the manipulation of insect into final trump card to place the clan at the top through a new, modified generation of ’ultimate’ Kamizuru. He conceded only under the severe conditions. The first being for their to be only one child in which the experiments would be conducted upon. The second granting them only a year to produce viable results. And the third, a consequence for failure being their own execution. In this way the last condition would ensure to limit further attempts on drones to ’upset’ the natural order.
Ayumu and Akira undeterred by these conditions conceded; but with so little time and few within their clan that they could trust or believed would be even willing to sacrifice their child, the duo chose to turn to one another to solve the matter.
Within exactly a full year’s time the duo managed to pool together the Aburame’s nesting technique, Okumo’s genetic manipulation style of breeding, and medical ninjutsu boarding on the forbidden into Michi since conception. The end results, while miraculously producing a child to begin with, ultimately could barely considered viable under the clan head’s scrutiny. For though the her body was able to act as breeding ground for the initial few stages of her colony, provide a more in depth control over them, and grant her a high resistance to outside poisoning as well as complete immunity to those produced by her colony, Michi could not house the intended number of insects. After the inspection Michi’s parents were ordered immediately to try again ,albeit with lesser restrictions, and to dispose of the prototype after gathering and compiling all data regarding the child. Without a definitive time limit for her disposal, out of curiosity over the potential the child possessed, and some familial attachment to their offspring staying their hands during their first immediate attempt at destroying the child, Michi was kept alive; only to be raised for the next five years of her life within the facility. Years spent being tested over and over again, trained in all subjects, poisoned with malevolent aspects of the outside world, and isolated from contact from the outside world except for a single test during the first few months of her fifth year of life. A test meant to gauge her stability when ordered to end the life of another. A drifter half-dead from starvation and exhaustion wandering to their facility, only to be dragged and bound on an operation table with a five year-old in scrubs looking down upon him. She did not hesitate as soon as the command left her parents mouth. Michi merely willed her insects to poison and devour the man from foot on up, and watched with morbid fascination as he suffered until the light left his eye.
It was from locking her gaze upon the dieing man’s eyes as his life fled his body that a healthy respect and fear of dieing personal was sown. Thus, upon over-hearing her parents discussing more frequently her own disposal Michi began to plot her escape. Selfishly disregarding or simply blissfully ignorant of the possibilities of her own year old twin brother and sister/fellow experiments suffering the same fate as she did…
For all her planning and very little free time spent revising, testing, and often failing at making them more complex thus harder to figure out for onlookers) and looking for things to make it better, Michi had no chance quite frankly to implement them. She was, despite her advance level of education, was no true genius. She was however an -extremely- lucky child or one of destiny simply because fate seemed to intervened once more at just the right moment. Her father’s sister out of envy with the aid of a few
disposable mercenaries attacked the compound in which she was held. In part, for the sake of also stealing their data, destroy the original, and kidnap their children to use for her own purpose. Michi escaped during the confusion, and fled into the nearby forest. It is there she wondered for a full week without ever meeting a single person and few animals. Her parents apparently having chosen their refuge well. During this week long stay,
Michi eventually learned and adapted a few of the basic actions needed for survival quickly, and would’ve most likely ended up in farfetched stories as the wild child of the
borderlands if not for the appearance of one being: A giant cloaked in bear skins. At first sight of this being’s approach Michi stuck to the tried and true method of hiding high and watching from afar, underestimating just how perceptive the giant was. Among the leaves of the tree that Michi and her hive called home an offering of a large piece of jerky was placed before the giant moved on. And while to the present, Michi does not understand
exactly what made her follow, she took the offering and followed the giant.
No further kindness by the giant was offered. No protection from the wild
or the roads, and not even a glance back was given to acknowledge Michi’s presence as she followed. Even so Michi refused to stop following in the footsteps of the giant; earning within a few months time enough of the giants respect for Michi’s person to be noticed with a glance back, and a name: Iwanoko. Michi, after much hesitation, replied in turn with her own. It is from that point on that Iwanoko slowly even warmed up to the idea of teaching her more of the ways of the world as they traveled across the land.
All of which involved developing her senses and those of her colony to a certain degree in perceiving hidden dangers to avoid them as well as tracking down marks such as wild game and people. Iwanoko never did let up the speed of their travels and with her naturally weaker physique after years of training without it, Michi turned to improving on developing more creative means for keeping up, building upon ever failure and near success with stubborn zeal. She never once forsake her past teachings throughout her journey, and thus at every possible moment kept her senses glued to the possibilities of learning more than just how to survive, but to thrive. Even if that meant weighing herself down at times just to keep hold of the books picked up along the way through various mercantile deals as well as pilfered from the remains of those who lost their lives along the road…
For five long year Michi solidified her role as Iwanoko’s faithful servant and apprentice. Her duties as a servant mainly pertaining to the domestic, such as cooking and cleaning. Skills that grew by leaps and bounds at Iwanoko’s insistence and her own personal fear of being poisoned by her caretakers monstrously bad attempts at -real- cooking. She also as Iwanoko’s servant, acted as his go between when it came to visiting villages; due to
the giants tendency to scare off potential traders purely through his intimidating size.
Although Michi excelled at her role as a servant, she often floundered as
an apprentice due to her initial differing opinions with her master. One of those main cases being in regards to life and death in which, surprisingly enough in regards to roaming bands of ninja from the clan wars as well as bandits and their general ilk, Michi often voiced her opinion of simply ending their lives of those they were forced to cross and subsequently defeat due to one misunderstanding or other. Her reasoning rarely differing from ‘concern of their future safety as well as of those whose lives would be swiftly snuffed out by the same people due to poor excuses such as they were ordered‘. In time she even carried out the swift execution of such individuals after Iwanoko had weakened them while protecting her through the use of her colony’s special poison. A mistake that led to the first and only time Iwanoko felt the need to strike Michi as punishment. Hard enough in fact to put her on deaths doorstep. Moments before she passed out from the pain, Iwanoko imparted an inkling of wisdom, a phrase that Michi would carry within her heart for the rest of her days.
“Life is short and fragile, but still, an aspect to be protected, of high regard that must not be wasted”
The next time she awakened, Michi was alone in some type of cabin. Wrecked by emotions that she couldn’t, refused to comprehend as well as the physical phantom pain of her injuries from being struck, Michi did not even try to leave the bed she had awoken upon. Instead, she retreated into herself and remained in this state until finally sleep took hold of her again. For three days straight she slept, and probably would’ve spent the remainder of her life (however short from lack of nutritious food being brought in by her colony daily) if not for an unexpected wake-up call caused by a duo of overly curious Uekigakure civilians. Specifically, the efforts of a child of the trickster caste in jest managing to convince another child of the shaman caste to implement certain measures. Michi’s bottom would never be the same after this due to a large, bright red, cat paw print painting her bottom.
After this rude awakening Michi experienced for the first time actual
anger. A disturbing yet invigorating sensation that quieted the noise of her own subconscious whispers about her error. As much as the curious side of her mind had wanted to analyze while savoring the feeling her anger came with a hunger that she quickly turned upon the pranksters. Thus, for the next few hours Michi gave chase alongside an underdeveloped insect clone. A back and forth game of cat-and-cat(?) throughout the village was played; inexplicably drawing more wayward kittens to join in on the fun while making it all the more harder for Michi to exact her revenge upon the
shaman (the evidence of her actions dripping from the sleeves) and her trickster caste cohort. In the process she also earned some unsavory names from the other children, one of which was kitty-booty~ that would continue to haunt her for the rest of her stay; but were lost to her at the time since her mind was devoted on just trying to outwit the Uekian since her speed was an issue. As luck would have it for her targets, Michi’s victory was snatched away from her moments before she could exact her revenge in whatever manner her rage fueled mind would deem at that moment. The hands of those who kept her from stepping over the line of course being the adults trying to quell the chaos. These same hands kept her imprisoned in her room for a few days as punishment while they went back to trying to decide her fate. She was not as alone as they had intended her to be during this time thanks to the same trickster slipping in and out at random times throughout the day; uncaring of Michi’s protest against his presence. Her protests however grew weaker during those days thanks in part to a strange bond forming between the two.
Michi spent the next three years after this incident under the main dual care of both Shaman who nursed her back to help and the trouble maker, Chichiru and Chichiko respectively, while being bounced around different caste due to a number of incidents that after a time, inevitable arrived. The most severe and the same one that got her kicked out of the kitchen permanently revolving around a large portion of uekians vomiting
uncontrollable after initially being attracted to the alluring scent of her meal before consuming it with reckless abandon. Despite the many ups and downs Michi experienced during her stay that often made her question rather or not she could ever really belong with her latest foster family, she persevered with the aid of her closest companions (one of which being the trickster who refused to reveal his name) until finally she found her place fully as an apprentice mystic. On one moonless evening barely a few months
after being initiated into the mystic caste, Michi awoken with a start at the familiar feeling in her gullet. Her master had finally return for her. And although she was conflicted about what to do even as she systematically got herself ready for a long haul of traveling again Michi’s ultimately stayed true to at least one goal; returning to her masters side. At the entryway between the village and the forest that separated the young Kamizuru from Iwanoko an unfamiliar sentry barred her path. The woman who she had came to see as her mother for the past three years. Aside from a stern look and a small knapsack filled with goodies and a custom uekian outfit offered and taken in passing, neither of them could find it in their hearts to speak.
Despite spending so many years away from her master, it took very little time for Michi to get back into the old habits involving Iwanoko. It did however take her at least a year to truly feel comfortable around the giant. Her heart silently aching throughout her time spent away from the Uekians. At least until eventually, the pain is numbed by a growing need to suspend them in favor of surviving Iwanoko’s increasingly erratic need to travel to various different places. In time the giant even seemed to have abandon Michi once again after strong arming a small scouting family of Aburame into taking care of her for awhile. To say that their relationship was shaky to begin with was an understatement, but given the two years WITHOUT significant problems arising to dissuade either group from parting ways, and in fact the opposite of it happening, Michi grew to accustom and even to love the aburame much like did the Uekians. Although by comparison her relationship with them was more of a learning and adapting experience than an actually animated affair. In the end just like with the cat worshipping clan from before, Iwanoko returned to collect her despite the aburame spending so much time traveling. And with even greater reluctance than the last time she returned to the giants side, ultimately without a fuss.
They are on the road again barely a year and a half before being confronted with a facet of reality Michi had yet to experience: Obsession. Specifically the level of obsession her aunt held in trying to worm enough support to focus on insuring Michi had been disposed of properly now that Iwagakure had started to settle down as a neutral party to the affairs of the rest of the ninja nations; or barring disposing, recapturing the experiment. She succeeded in both gaining support and at least tracking Michi’s whereabouts down, but had failed to anticipate just who, or better yet /what/ Iwanoko truly was. Iwanoko's erratic behavior becoming clear with their appearance and swift execution of most of their pursuers. In the process revealing itself to be none other than the legendary Clay Boy. A creature said to have formerly been a toujitakumi or quite possibly a creation of the clan clay manipulators brought to life at some dire cost, and who has for over a century since its creation slinked amongst the shadows of Onigami mountain range; terrorizing in just about every manner possible th ose who foolishly saw fit to walk within its territory. That was, at least until sightings and rumors of the creatures explosive killings calmed down with a year prior to Michi’s own disappearance.
The overpowering shock of seeing other Kamizuru after so long, only to see
them get slaughtered by a level of viciousness she had yet to see exhibited by Iwanoko up until now left her rooted to the spot. Her actions as Iwanoko approached to finish the job were mechanical and instinctive in that she rushed ahead to shield them from the giant. Iwanoko advance instantly stopped at the sight. A realization being reached and echoed in Michi’s own eyes, close in level to the creature, as she stared back into the monster’s own.
"I hope they are worth it." Is all Iwanoko chose to say before shifting
into a clay wolf forming to bound away without a single look back.
Michi was immediately brought back to the head of the clan turned Tsuchikage, interrogated, studied, and after a brief stint following a deeper psychological examination, forced to undergo re-education. A process she is to the present, is still undergoing, despite some success in properly leading her to a mindset more befitting both a true ninja, but more specifically a weapon that would be easier for the Kage to mold in time. Until then, Michi remained behind the borders of Tsuchi no Sato until being
promoted to chuunin after proving herself stable and worthy through incidental sporadic incidents in which found herself leading instead of following mutely. Most of said events revolving around her assignments as Team eleven, a notoriously chaotic and destructive team, temporary third member due to so many others being killed within a few months time through various incidents.
Personality
| Likes |
Her Hobbies, Her Old Family, Studying |
| Dislikes |
Distractions, Tsuchikage(secretly), Contradictions, Happy-go-lucky people |
| Loves |
Herself, Her younger brother aburame, Being left alone to study |
| Loathes |
Her Sister, Her Aunt, Food that has been tampered with too greatly, Her fears |
| Hobbies |
Bug Collecting, Fishing, Gathering random bits of supplies, Talking to herself, puzzles of all variety, Studying everything possible |
| Fears |
Hydrophobia, Too Brightly Lit Places, Being Abandon, Death, Rival bug Clans, Uekians(aka Those from Uekigakure) |
| Strengths |
Loyal,Generalist, Tactics, High Emotional Self-Control, Low Morality |
| Weaknesses |
Overly Honest, Field Inexperience, Lax, No outright Specialties, Submissive Nature |
As some would come to believe since Michi’s conception the girl has always been too honest for her own good whenever asked a question and too easy to manipulate into doing what most would believe are downright disgusting if not shameful. And, to an extent, they would be correct. In truth however her easy compliance stems not from a lack self-confidence issues or even abandonment, but from an ill-conceived notion of such a life style being the only way to survive in a world in which even the smallest of unintentional offenses or even just being alive alone will result in ‘divine’ punishment. She is self-aware of this fatal flaw in her persona however, and has through patience and training manage to gain the guile to take advantage of it; especially for the sake of implementing services for another that most shin-obi shirk away from due to pride among other conflicting interests preventing them from completing a goal.
Just as she is an open book with her words, Michi is the same when it comes to her likes and dislikes. And would often at times if prompted would without hesitating give her honest opinion despite anticipated repercussion in such a tone and manner that leaves others often baffled trying to figure out if she’s serious or is somehow toying with the individual(s). What she hates, what she fears, and what she loves however are the only thing she keeps a tight lip about due to one of her greatest fears involved a remission on a deal struck between the hunter who found her and herself, and in time the clan head himself.
Appearance
What stands before is simply a giant among humans at seven foot even with long, sporadically curly dark brown hair that tapers off just an inch past the shoulder blades. Shorter locks, although harder to see both from most vantage points and due to her choice of clothing, frame her face evenly. Her skin appears pale (not by a noticeable margin), smooth and soft by what little can be seen, but in actuality is more of former and akin to that of the carapace of some kind of insect. She bear eyes that are mud brown, nose slightly thin and crooked by a small degree as if it didn’t heal fully right, and full lips, a light rosé color without any actual additives being applied. Her expression and even her husky voice rarely shifts from the neutral. Not too unlike how the aburame tend to be.
Both while off and on the clock her choice of clothing rarely changes beyond black slightly oversized trousers, black steel toed combat boots, dark brown workman’s gloves that hide thin, callused hands, and dark brown sleeveless undershirt. Overlapping much of it all while further obscuring her actual gender is a high collared, thick, black overcoat with belt like straps along the cuffs to seal off the sleeves and her village headband bolted shoulder pads, shaded, dark green goggles kept typically in place, her headband sealed onto the shoulder portion of the coat, dark brown lower face mask that blends into her undershirt, and finally a thick, black head wrap allowing just enough room for her hair to fall freely along her back are what finally completes the image of what stands before you.
Except that for the following that are usually unseen due to the coat. A dull red dog collar inexplicable around her neck, and enlarged pores along both the back and sides of her neck in a line down to her modestly sized breast (albeit given her size larger than average compared to ‘normal’ women), forearms and legs. The muffled sound of buzzing general follows wherever she goes.
What you see before you is something to fear. Standing at a ridiculous height of 213.36 cm tall, or 7'0” is woman without a face. The reason being perhaps lay within some secret fuuinjutsu secreted within her clothing? Regardless of what the case may be, She is nearly covered from head to toe in fabric, starting from a black long coat that drapes all the way down to mid-thigh. Always up and never down is a hood that conceals the woman's face, leaving only a pair of glowing hazael eyes and pearly white teeth of a toothy grin blossoming from the shadows whenever amused or agitated enough. The features of her face are shrouded in an unreal darkness. Adorning the top of the hood are a pair of cat ear shaped protrusions of black color tipped tipped gold. Dark brown hair is braided and emerges from the hood through two metal loops, then extend as far down as to overlap a modest sized (by giant standards) breast. Around the girl's neck and on the outside of the coat is a large gold collar like accessory that has a single silver chain link adorning the front.
As for the rest of her coat, the sleeves extend all the way down her arms and into a pair of large paw like gloves. A durable paw print like plate is affixed to the palm side of each paw for rigidity while slots for where a cat's claw may come out are included. Down the front of the long coat is a golden colored zipper that reaches from top to bottom. Protruding from where the long coat ends is a black pair of shorts that reach down to her knees. A pair of leggings that reach from just below the knees drapes down over a pair of unique boots that allow for more feline travel if necessary. The final protrusion is an obviously well manufactured tail pokes out from the back of her long coat, a metal loop allowing for easy transition from the inside and outside of the coat, swaying even whenever the woman relaxes. The tail's color matches the coat barring the tip being silver.
Last but not least, the insignia of the mystic caste of Uekigakure smoothly stitched into the back of her coat in cold, and… a bright, red cat paw print on her bottom seemingy seeping through the fabric of her shorts.
Relationships
| Name |
Relationship |
Notes |
| Ayumu |
Father |
Due to this man in questions ambitions along with his wife, Michi's interactions with him is little more than that of scientist and experiment at worst, and estranged father and daughter at best. If there was ever in potential for their relationship to grow for the better or worse, his death at the hands of 'fate' has ruined in chances of this being a possiblity. |
| Akira |
Mother |
Michi's interactions with this particular individual is little better than her father in the sense that she at least sporadically made attempts to act like an actual mother. Naturally, her untimely death has also ruined any chances of their 'relationship' growing anytime soon. |
| Chichiru |
Foster Mother |
Chichiru represented the side of a mother-figure that Michi had for the longest longed for in her birth mother. |
| Morimoko & Miroku |
The Twins |
Despite being blood sisters, albiet estranged ones, their relationship is little better than master and pet, given Morimoko's predispostion towards treating Michi little better than dirt ever since they reuinted. The feeling of dislike among other negative emotions is mutual. Although for the sake of Michi's promise, the eldest siblings feelings are kept in check when around Morimoko. The same can be said of Miroku. Although by comparision between Mori and Michi, open hositlity between Michi and Miroku is rarer. |
| Aiko |
Aunt |
The relationship between Michi and Aiko is based on a mutual understanding of survival as controller and the controlled. Beyond this they are detached on a more personal level from each other. |
| Iwanoko |
Master |
Iwanoko is Michi's savior and one of the few beings that she has met in her short life-time that truly has her trust and devotion. Her connection to this being is bitter-sweet however due to Iwanoko's own seeming apathy and the betrayal on Michi's part that forced them to go their seperate ways. |
| Name |
Relationship |
Notes |
| Murasame Shintetsu |
Colleague |
Her interactions with this particular individual were to few beyond an honorable mention for /not/ running or shirking away from just the sight of her. |
| Name |
Relationship |
Notes |
| Everyone Else? |
Enemy? |
As far as Michi is concerned, unless dictated otherwise by another. Everyone else /is/ a potential Enemy. |
Timeline
Age 0 - Michi was born the experimental test subject/daughter to a pair of overly ambitious drone class Kamizuru.
Age 5 - After spending the vast majoriety of her life as a lab rat, Michi is sentenced to being disposed of, but escapes during an attack upon her home. Following this, she becomes the servant of Iwagakure's legendary monster "Clay Boy".
Age 10 - Is abandon and left under the care of a resident Shaman of Uekigakure.
Age 14 - Winds up under the care of a branch family to the Aburame and taught the finer aspects of 'control'.
Age 15 - Michi is 'captured' and returned under the care of the Kamizuru. Officially at this time she also undergoes shinobi training.
Age 17 - Promoted to Chunnin instructor until re-education training is complete.
Age 21 - Nothing of interest…
Abilities
Michi's current specialities lie in Ninjutsu revolving around those created by her clan and the unnatural Hidenjutsu implemented at birth.
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Thoughts On Different Lands
Iwagakure
This is the home of my people, but I cannot say that it is entirely my home. If anything, it is merely a place for me to rest and grow for awhile, keep the peace, and hopefully leave someday before someone finally decides that I am no longer of use.
Bothersome.
Kirigakure
Much like Konohagakure, information regarding this village seems to be tainted by too much personal bias by the 'suveyors'. Because I honestly can not believe how wild the stories about this village seems to put them in such a bad light. As beasts more than men and women. Which by the way is illogical since even real beast do not cannibalize their own without justification. I shall in the meantime hope the when they send me there eventually, I can return with news that will dispell such tainted knowledge.
Worrying.
Konohagakure
I know very little about this village except for knowledge that is tainted by my own personal opinion by 'surveyors' who have failed to remain the neutral third party in their reports back to my homeland. Even so, they did provide me with useful bit of information about how my rescuers clan seemed to have made that place their home. Thus, when the time is right I shall endeavor to personal explore this village to root out more about what befell them.
Hopefully.
Kumogakure
I know less of this village and their people than I do of the others. What knowledge I have manage to aquire also seems inefficient. Because when I asked a merchant who visited this village if the shinobi there really fight the storms frequent of the land using only their fists… he laughed at me, called me crazy, and walked away without another word.
Disturbing.
Sunagakure
I've only been here for a short amount of time, and as per my clan superior's orders, have spent my times outside of the public view. Mostly. Even so, I have come to learn that the people are more numerous than what I had expected.
Interesting.
Lesser Villages
They are greatly unknown to me. Thus, I shall save judgement over them until I've procured more time to investigate them. I do hope they have an interesting variety of insect life however..
Curious.
The Chronicles of the Michi
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Kashiwa Daisuke - Stella(remix)
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