First Name: Reaper
Last Name: Fujimoto
Alias:
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Height: 5'5
Weight: 144 pounds
Birthday: December 12
Sexuality: Straight
Relationships: None
Affiliation: Sabakugakure
Rank: Genin
Element: wind, lightning, and water.
Specialization: Genjutsu, Taijutsu, and Kenjutsu.




Personality: Reaper is a very unusual girl. She can be hyper, annoying, positive, and reckless at times. Then when she's around her friends, she is very kind, annoying, and determined. Reaper is very concentrated, serious, strategic, and quiet when things get serious. She can be very stubborn, hard headed, and short tempered when messed with. Will kill someone if they hurt her or her friends. Never gives up on a situation or friend no matter what. Has been known to get a little too 'excited' in spars and battles. Doesn't understand why people are afraid of death. She will take death head on if she has to! Reaper has been known to also get a little to curious. She has been also known to prank someone once in a while. Can get emotionless and uncaring when she is betrayed or depressed. Hates to cry because she thinks crying is for losers and she isn't a loser. When she is fighting, blood lust and ruthlessness will shine in her eyes.

Likes: Reaper has many likes. Chocolate. Oh, the sweet taste of the rich dark chocolate. She even drools every times she sees it and smells it. Reaper has had chocolate ever since she was a child. That was probably the first food EVER she had. Now, the colors black and white. Black and white are very simple, but beautiful colors, Reaper would say. Black for the shadows and stealth of a shinobi. Also, white for the light side of life that seems so beautiful. Scythes, simply because it was the first weapon ever she wielded and because of her grandmother. It’s her favorite weapon, besides the kunai knife. Now that brings me to the subject of blade. She simply LOVES blades. They’re so simple and they do the job. When she paints or looks at art, she gets lost in her own world. Reaper loves to look at paintings of battlefields. When she listens to music, she loves it. Reaper could listen, focus, and strategize better. Training and sparring are the most liked upon this list, because she aims to get stronger. Training and sparring helps get that. Now let us skip back to all of that nice stuff. Fluffy stuff is cool to her. It’s fluffy, comfy, and simply heaven.

Dislikes: Dislikes: Reaper absolutely HATES snobby people. They think they know everything and own everything. Mostly, it’s because they disrespect people they think are lower than them. It burns her up! Another thing related to that is ungrateful people. People that stab friends in the back. Ungrateful idiots especially. She just hates them so much! Now, let’s move to the subject of pink! Reaper HATES that color with every fiber and muscle of her being. It’s too bright, dumb, and a terrifying color. Also, she hates gossipers and betrayers. Gossipers whisper lies and they start rumors. The thing she really hates about that is that they don’t even tell them to their face! Betrayers are heartless and just… DUMB! They leave because of dumb and stupid reasons! Heartless people… Oh how Reaper hates them so much… It’s like they don’t care about anything and they are mean! They have NO hearts. Another thing she hates is clueless and dense people. I mean, it’s not their fault, but she just hates them because they can’t even get a clue about anything! They are very annoying. She knows because she has met some and it wasn’t very pleasant. Then there is when they down leave you alone. UGHHH! So annoying! Snakes. Dumb, stupid, horrifying, terrifying, dumb snakes. They are just so scary, but she just hates them because… Just because!

Motivation: When she was a child, her parent never shone if they were proud of her. They had very high standards, ever for their family. Both of her parents are shinobi, and they expect their daughter to be one too. Reaper was never patted on the back, smiled at, or even given compliment by them. It seems they never were proud of her, or even cared for her. It’s like she’s a guest in her own home. Her parents act like she isn’t even their daughter. Reaper wants to be noticed by her parents when she becomes a famous shinobi. Vowed that she will, someday, be noticed by her mother and father. Is very determined to keep her vow to herself.

Fears: These are, apparently, her fears. Spider. If you were one of her friends, and actually knew her, you would be very surprised about that fear. She is afraid of those because of what they look like and because of their ability to easily hurt anyone. Another thing she is afraid of is nightmares. She gets those once in a while. Her nightmares include of the night that she found out that her grandmother was killed. It didn’t affect her parents, but it affected her very much. Dress. Oh horrible dresses. NOT EVER will she want to wear dresses. Wore a dress before, and it wasn’t very pleasant to her. She hated not being able to move around. Feared that she wouldn’t be able to fight. Tripped many times in that dress. If you ever show her dress, she will back away and try to run away from it and you. Doesn’t like ghost. PERIOD. Reaper doesn’t like supernatural beings. They scare her.




Place clan name here None

Bloodline Name: None

Bloodline Ability: None

Location: None

Clan History: None




History: Ever since she started to walk, which was at the age of 5, she had been training to be a shinobi. Training consisted of training till she collapsed. Her parents knew, of course, but didn’t really care. Reaper met her grand mother when she was 8 years old. Her grand mother was very kind, but still stern at the same time. Her grandmother basically was her caretaker. She was where Reaper got all of her praise and compliments. Then, when she got to her 12th birthday, she got a scythe from her grand mother. It was simple, but very beautiful to Reaper. She loved it! After she got the scythe, her grand mother taught her how to use it. Mostly, she would give Reaper tips and tricks on how. Reaper had to take a few training sessions to learn how to use it. It was hard, sweaty, and useful. The training always benefited her whether or not the training session was successful. A few months later, after she had gotten the scythe, her grand mother died from an S-rank mission. Reaper’s world came crashing upon her. She cried in her room, screamed, and wouldn’t come out of her bedroom. That was the first time ever she had cried, and it didn’t stop either. Her parents became distressed, and that was the actual first time they reacted to her. But that was only because they weren’t getting sleep and their neighbors complained about it daily. Reaper’s crying and screaming carried on for a few weeks. It was apparent her grand mother’s death had a big impact on her. To her, it felt like her heart was ripped out of her body, ripped into piece, put back together, and then put back into her body. During those weeks she locked herself in her room, her parents tried to get her to either come out or be quiet. Reaper walked out of her room, looking like she was having nightmares. Which she was constantly fighting those night mares at the time. She looked helpless and vulnerable. Reaper had just come out to train again. This didn’t worry her parents. They were just happy they would be able to sleep again without her crying and screaming. Her screaming did weird things to you when you knew her. She was normally happy and not depressed or sad. That was the first and only time she had cried. After that, she grabbed her scythe and walked out of the door. Ever since that, she has been very distant from her parents. Still has those nightmares once on a while, when she is having a bad day.

RP Sample: Reaper rolled off of her bed with a thud. "Ughh..." She groaned, tiredly. When she got up, she put on her normal attire and went down stairs to cook herself some breakfast. Reaper quietly turned on the kitchen lights and started to cook her some ramen. Ahhh.... Ramen. That certain food was heavenly to her. After she was finished, she gulped down her ramen, noodles flying everywhere. When she walked out of the door, she grabbed her scythe the was leaned against the wall. "Where am I going today?" She asked herself, not quite feeling like training at the moment.




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