Azeiel The Risen
Codekasu
Mitsuko ㊋ Akeldama
Chakra: 705 Class: Medical/Medical Rank: Chunin
A pint of sweat, saves a gallon of blood.
There is no great genius without a mixture of madness.
Mitsuko walked into the Merchant District swiftly, yet at a steady pace. She hadn't even bothered to go home and change, so was still in the ridiculous getup that she'd had to put on for that pompous a** the Daimyo, which just notched her steadily growing anger even higher. She irritably blew a stray strand of her black and red hair out of her face before she entered the weapons shop and looked around for the proprietor. Once she found the shop owner she walked up to the woman, a former shinobi of the village, "Excuse me? I'm here on behalf of the Hokage. He has an order with you? Yes, he told me to relay a message, he needs you to quadruple his current order, and he needs it in a week's time. Money is no issue. Also, I need three flak jackets." After several minutes of annoyance, the shop keeper was less than pleased with the massive rush order, in which Mitsuko was ready to put a blood blade through the woman's head if she thought she could get away with it; she finally got confirmation of the order, on paper, and the three flak jackets. She thanked the woman, mostly sarcastically when she told her she was a huge help and very accommodating. Mitsuko then turned on her heel and left the store, even more irritated than when she'd entered. She honestly wanted to find someone or something and use her scalpels or her swords on them, then sew them back up in the most painful way possible. She shook her head and hurried back to her Godfather's office.
{Exit to Office}
{Exit to Office}
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Hair
Stats Speed: 6
Strength: 7
Reflex: 2
Flexibility: 1
Agility: 6
Accuracy: 1
Strength: 7
Reflex: 2
Flexibility: 1
Agility: 6
Accuracy: 1
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No matter how much you think you love somebody,
you'll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.
you'll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.
Talent hits a target no one else can hit;
Genius hits a target no one else can see.
Genius hits a target no one else can see.
