First Name:Semasu
Last Name: Rankujo
Alias: Sem
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Height: 5'4
Weight: 120lbs
Birthday: November 13
Sexuality: Bi-sexual
Relationships: Old friend of Fujishimi Shichiyou
Affiliation: Tsukigakure
Rank: Genin
Element: Raiton, Doton, Bakuton(Explosion)
Specialization: Nintaijutsu, Taijutsu, and Ninjutsu
Personality: Semasu is most concerned about her allies and less about her own well-being. She often puts their care above her own, willing to shield them from attacks and heal their wounds despite her own. She is not afraid to die if she can make a different by saving her comrades.
Unusually obstinate, especially towards those actions against her conscience; she will defy someone or something even if the information is apparent before her eyes more than she can handle by herself.
Despite her genuine caring nature for her comrades and superiors; she displays a calm & cold logic attitude, but when it comes right down to it… she goes against what someone might expect from her cold attitude.
Likes: Nothing beats the sweet taste of chocolate; she often eats these little candies.. many flavors of chocolate can be found in her food supply. Varying from fruit flavored chocolate to rock candy chocolate
Training helps he get up her tempo, it calms her and expands her thinking in natural and critical situations; allowing her more accurate judgment during the heat of battle.
Semasu loves to do mission, for specifically for the amount of ryo he receives, but also for the experience of helping others.
Semasu loves to travel, doing missions helps satisfy her curiosity of the rest of the world; yet she can’t seem to get enough of her surroundings.
Dislikes: Semasu has no appetite for spicy food, just the smell makes her eyes water and burns her nose; when around people who eat spicy food, she can easily tell if they’ve eaten spicy food recently. She is likely to stand a good distance away when conversing with them.
Despite her keen intellect, she really dislikes reading; the words never seem to escape the pages fast enough for her- time is too short to have to read limited words on papers; it’s better to just hear them straight from the source.
Semasu hates to be in one place too long, easily agitated when spending more than two days at any given destination; especially during a mission.
Semasu isn’t necessarily afraid of snakes, she just strongly dislikes the feel of their skin or the way they look at her. She is just as likely to climb on someone’s shoulders when seeing a snake (especially a giant one…) as she is to step on its head or stab/throw a weapon or rock with it.
Motivation: Semasu is highly motivated by heping those around her, usually in a subtle way; such that no one might see her kindness- however in battle that is not possible. While she is good at fighting, healing and protecting her allies is her number one drive. She desires to either leader her country or be the right-hand of the leader to protect him/her with her own life.
Fears: Semasu hates heights, the irrationality of going up somewhere so high for stupid reasons; only to fall to your death or seriously get wounded… just makes no sense. Her logic justifies her fear as simply “too stupid to do something like that” hence her usual avoidance of high places
While not minding death herself, she absolutely fears the deaths of those close to her; o much that she occasionally has nightmares about those near her dying- often causing her to be over-protective for a short while.
Bloodline Name: N/A
Bloodline Ability: N/A
Location: N/A
Clan History: N/A
History: Semasu Rankujo was your typical female shinobi growing up in Tsukigakure, a little mischievous but always cunning and careful with her actions. If one knew her or interacted with her on a daily basis, one might consider her weird- that is, being more interested in the females of the class rather than the males. Showing the most interest in the pretty female shinobi’s, teasing them in her own way; which seemed to work quite well for attention.
She grew up without parents( Who died during a previous war between villages; supposedly great heros- both medical ninjas in their own right had saved many of their allies which were still alive today) and lived with her elderly grandmother, often doing the many things her grandmother couldn't do in her old age- this helped Semasu grow up fast; maturing further than her pupils around her age. She was also more aware of the suffering of those around her; she lived a quiet and content life, but always noticed the sadness and misfortune of those near her.
Seeking no praise, she would do little jobs here and there to help support those in need around her, the people always receiving mysterious help and nr catching onto Semasu's schem. Only her grandmother knew these things, even in her elderly age- she always sought to look out for her quite capable granddaughter. When Semasu turned thirteen years old, her grandmother suddenly got very ill and passed away over a night; this was when Semasu took on the cold nature, calm & collected; never losing her composure; though the "helper" inside her always prevailed and she often found some way to help people secretly. She continued to thrive living by herself somehow, all of the kindness of her parents and the lives they saved; had taken form inside the neighbor and other shinobi’s hearts, more times than not, helping Semasu when she needed supplied or clothes. It was a humbling experience; another reason why she had chosen to help people secretly, to not embarrass them.
She excelled wonderfully in the Ninja Academy; she obtained very few friends during this time because of her cold and seemingly careless attitude. In truth, she just feared people getting close to her- she did not want them to suffer the same sadness she had suffered when losing her parents and grandmother. So she had become mostly antisocial, only partaking in social ativities when necessary & devoted most of her free time towards beneficial ninjutsu skills. She reasoned being a medical ninja was the way to go...
RP Sample: Semasu pulled at the loose kunai in her weapons pouch, her delicate finger slipping easily into the small circular ring at the end of the handle. She eyed her opponent as she imagined it were some unknown assailant who had jumped out in front of her. In one swift motion, she leapt backwards and performed a flip sideways as she withdrew her kunai from its solitude and plunge it towards the stationary enemy.
She landed on her feet just as she heard the
Thud of the kunai sinking deeply into the training dummy before her. She glanced upwards to inspect her handwork; a sigh of exasperation escaped her as she noted how far the kunai throw had been to the side of the target's torso.
Only a flesh wound at the ribs... a minor inconvenience..She eyed the dummy again and took up her previous position; again she eyed the dummy and felt a kunai within her weapons pouch. The ever-coldness of the black weapons always seemed the epitome of death itself- many shinobi had lost their lives; the warmth of their bodies being stolen away by these blackk harbingers o the cold sleep. Semasu was determined that her aim would become so good that many enemies would befall the same fate as so many of her own allies.
A sudden twist-flip brought her out of the dummies straight path again, and again she flung her kunai at the wooden enemy. This time she heard the
Thud even before her feet touched the ground, the resounding vibration told her that she had scored perfectly within the small red dot at the center of the bulls-eye. She thought maybe it was a fluke the first time, so she did it twice more; each time was perfect or nearly perfect. Content, she pulled her kunai free from the target and sheathed the weapon back in the pouch, confident that her next real opponent would not easily evade her projectiles.
She smiled to herself grimly, a smile was uncommon for her- she always had to keep up the cold appearance; for reasons she had all but forgotten, before she had known when... that had just become second-nature to her.
Guess I should head home and start supper, it's pretty late already..She absent-mindedly reached into another pouch at her waist, not a weapon or medic pouch- something FAR more important. She carefully held the object between her nimble fingers and admired its beauty. Such perfect roundness and vibrant color, so soft and moist, so fresh and smelled heavenly... she took a delightfully big bite out of a chocolate doughnut and continued to walk back towards her lonely house.
Source: Recruited by Fujishimi Shichiyou
Face Claim: Ayame Mochiba fan art
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