Rules~

~if you're made up
+no being all powerful+
~anime char
+act somewhat like that character+
~to all
+no powerplaying+
+go along with my storyline, don't post your own+
+first FOUR people

Info~

Name ~ Suchuraki +sue-chu-rah-key+ Cir +s-ear+
Nickname ~ None
Age ~ 15 +or so...I'm supposed to remember that?+
Hair ~ red
Height ~ 5"0' +
Weight ~ 102 lbs.
Ethinic Group ~ Japanese
Location ~ Is that really any of your concern?
Interests ~ being the samurai that I am...or killing you..+evil grin+ whichever is more bloody...
Allies ~ umm...they are who, again?
Enemies ~ don't think I have any...cept for the bounty hunters looking for my head...
Comments ~ "call me short...and you're not going to live to see tomorrow... "
Body Type ~ Skinny...you don't need to know even that much...
Personal Skills ~ umm...is being able to kill you with one slash of my sword a personal skill...?
Marital Status ~ Single...
Weapon ~ Sakaba sword +reverse blade+ and anything else sharp and pointy...
History ~......

Intro~

Cir walked along a dirt path, the moon shining down upon her head. She was an accomplished samurai, but didn't care to show it. Her short red hair was wet from the rain. She thought it was odd, because the rain never stayed for more than 15 minutes. Her blue eyes stared at the ground, at her side, her sword. Her sword was a heirloom that had belonged to her father. She yawned, and stretched, slightly tired. She had run from at least 5 bounty hunters that day, and felt like collapsing. She sighed, then put her hand on the handle of her sword.