Marike Sunashai

Name: Marike Sunashai (Mar-I-key Sue-nash-ah)

Age: 20

Village: Kohonagakure

Nicknames: Poison Sunashai

Gender: Female

Ninja Rank: N/A

Looks:

Marike has honey yellow golden glowing eyes, with a soft snow cotton like skin. She wears her unique and dazzling hair up in two long pig tails that go down to her shoulders. She has a very rare and valuable golden choker necklace with a bright red ruby in the center that she wears around her neck. Her Sleeveless silk shirt is a soft honey yellow with a light touch of pastel. Her light grayish green skirt is just above her knee. In her left hand she holds a strange ancient looking fairy like sickle blade that has long golden strings draping down from it. Very elegantly. Further on her left arm she has a nylon like sleeve that is unattached to her shirt. Its a soft golden see through brown. She carries a dazed but yet mystical stare out into the horizon as she dances along this path she calls life.

Clan: Marike is part of the Sunashai Clan. They were not high up in rank, but a low; poverty filled clan that was tiny in numbers. All members were civilians of a sort; some merchants and fishers who tried to make a name for themselves, others shopkeepers and venders, but most had no job. These members were known as “hobos,” seeing how they could not keep a job and lived mostly in the streets; the appearance one of a ruffian and skud. Very dirty, they lacked in care for their personal hygiene and littered the streets of Kumogakure.

Although they were part of the Clan, the members shunned those who could not keep jobs or at least have a suitable position in society. They were thrown out of their houses and the doors to the Sunashai Clan were shut firmly in their faces. Unable to pay for a home, they sheltered in alleyways and begged for scraps of food from restaurants and shops. Many pitied them and gave what they could, but not enough to allow them to regain a name. Once thrown from the Clan, you were never welcomed in again.

Sunashai did not have a direct job preference; their only goal was to try and be noticed. None tried to become ninjas, feeling that they would not gain anything from death in a field like that. They did not see Kumogakure as a home, it was only a temporary place that they would nest before moving on. They were nomadic and no matter where they settled, the Sunashai fit in just fine.

They usually moved every five years; not for a pacific reason but because they thought of it as a tradition. A move was to create a new life and perspective and each change of scenery came with more knowledge of the land and of the Countries all together. They were knowledgeable and smart; most conniving and secretive, not willing to share their information, intellect or secrets with anyone other than their clan members. They were secluded and quiet, trying and successfully blending in with their surroundings without much trouble.

They were masters of secrecy, those who made it in the hard life of the Clan. They knew when to hide and when to appear; like ghosts materializing here and there. The secrecy of their clan was not one that was brought up in company and although most viewed them as weak and pathetic, to the Sunashai, it was different. They saw themselves as powerful beings that had a knack for knowing when one was lying or trying to deceive them.

This was their Kekkei Genkai in a way. Although they were not shinobi, they gained a 5th sense which they called, “Shirorai.” This term meant, “White Lie.” What their bloodline gave them was a feeling. Whenever someone tried to lie or tell half truths, they sensed it; a small tightening feeling they gained in their gut that grew more painful when the lies continued. Sometimes, they would have to sit and gasp in air; the pain becoming immense and hard to ignore. This was their weakness, and barely anyone knew of the Kekkei Genkai to begin with.

Very good with business, the Sunashai were nearly never fooled or taken advantage of. They weren’t seen as a clan usually, but instead as individuals. Each had a special ability or subject they excelled out and most followed that into a career or… ended up trying and failing miserably.

Family: A brother named Bushiro, who was in charge of his own business which sold weaponry. He’s headstrong and very violent, making him a good business man and an unwelcome advesary.

A mother, Yokari who became a widower after her husband was banned from the Clan and then killed due to the fact that he was an accomplished pickpocket that made one little mistake. She is a seamstress.

Relationships: Is one who loves solitude. She never sees herself in a relationship.

Sensei or Student of: N/A

Personality: One of solitude and silence, Marike does not like to be disturbed or interruptions. Quiet by nature, she keeps to herself; living in a secluded area outside Kumogakure. She has no loyalty to a village and deals her goods to anyone who can pay her price, which is quite high. A true businesswoman, she makes no exceptions and will not bargain. Her prices are set in stone.

One to anger quickly, she is violent and swift. She dislikes rambling and beating around the bush, preferring straight to the point people. Those who do not meet her expectations are given a warning before she kills them in her anger. Although she is not a shinobi, Mare has the ability to kill one, her poisons dangerous, aim wonderful and speed so swift it can be hard to see her at times. Not to mention the snakes that are nearly always on her person.

Sarcasm is often found in her speech; she is blunt and honest, telling you her opinion on things even if you don’t request it. She does not have much patience and has a small tendency to act out before she thinks. Sometimes, her emotions get the better of her and send her on a rampage of anger that can last for quite a while. A sharp tongue and quick mind she has an answer for everything and is willing to bring you back down to earth within a second.

Marike enjoys reading and if she is not working with a client, tending her greenhouse, feeding her pets or experimenting, she is usually seen curled up under a tree or in a chair reading about anything and everything. She does not have a genre she enjoys, but likes to broaden her mind. Often at times, she’ll go over her Clan’s scrolls and read over the seamless endless information. She stole these scrolls from the Clan Leader, who somehow died after eating some chicken curry. The reason why was never announced.

She’s ruthless and shows no mercy. A pessimistic, she doesn’t look for the bright side to things and instead dwells on the disappointments. Mocking is a pastime and she loves finding what makes people tick. She probes at old wounds and causing pain is her job which she enjoys immensely.

The night is her favourite time; seeing it as solitude and peace. This is the only time she does not allow people to visit her at. Mare sees this as her “me time,” and spends it watching the stars or just sitting outside, thinking. She is most peaceful there and only shows her true colours then. Very few have seen past her hard exterior and she tries to keep her softer side to herself; a secret, that isn’t worth telling.

Spending most of her days alone, she often hums as she wanders around; tending to whatever she thinks needs tending or following the schedule she makes. It is often that she drifts away from her organizer but nonetheless, she always has her day planned out. This is one of the few things that hides her weaknesses.

She is scared of surprises, hating people who keep things from her or try to lie. The thought of not knowing something makes her queasy and it’s not just because of her bloodline creating a knot in her stomach. It scares her to not be ready for anything, and although the panic doesn’t show, it shakes her to the point that later on she might break down and try to comprehend what just happened.

As a scientist, she thinks everything has to be logical and has a hard time thinking that some things just don’t have a good reason. She’d dwell over the smallest of errors, pulling at her hair until finally she’d collapse from lack of sleep and exhaustion. It is not one of her stronger qualities.

Although she seems like a hard ass on the outside, she’s lonely. Curious and explorative she just wants to create things that’ll make her feel important and like she belongs. That’s all Marike wants.

Theme Song: So What – P!nk

Special Characteristics: Her ability to know when one is lying. This would go under Kekkei Genkai, but is very simple.

Skills/Specialties: Poisons and Weaponry.

Poisons: Ranging from simple paralyzing poison to acid and deadly. She holds a greenhouse by her house which nurtures the plants that she uses to create her potions and toxins. A scientist, she experiments to make an even more dangerous concoction that hopefully will one day kill someone in an instant.

She also has a small lab underneath her house. It is impossible to get into or see, due to the fact that she keeps it a secret with a very intricate code of book releasing, painting turning and moving of furniture. It is freezing below, the only light coming from torches that she lights. In her little room it resembles a freezer; your breath evident. There are shelves which hold body parts, organs, animals and samples. She tries her poisons out to see the results and observe before coming to a conclusion on if it is acceptable for selling. No one has been underground in the “Freezer” other than herself or her test subjects…

Finally, she has a heated room where she keeps her pets. There are hundreds of snakes in this room; all poisonous. Each is held in a separate cage as to not kill one another and she milks them for their venom. She treats them like her children and most of the time, one is snaked around her body, ready to lash out at an adversary if they need to. Ranging in length and poisonous they take up a whole room. She feeds them mice and smaller animals such as rabbits.

Toxins are kept in the freezer and chemicals are also mixed in the cold dungeon.

Weapons: Although Mare is not a shinobi, the life she lives is dangerous because of the people she associates herself with. For precaution reasons she keeps senbon on her body in the form of a chunky bracelet that rests on her wrist. These are made out of simple wood and don’t look too dangerous, but when dipped into poison and then hitting directly over the vein they are deadly.

An array of knives and chains surround her home in places that are easy to reach for emergencies. Every room that she discusses business in has at least 15 weapons hidden around ranging from butcher knives to manriki chains. These are all used only if necessary. She is not into persuading business.

The final weapon kept around is a little miniature scythe that is kept in a belt on her person, usually. Although at times she removes it for discussions so the client feels more comfortable with the person they are dealing poison with. It is sharp and light, easy to throw and arch around. She is especially skilled with the little weapon. It does not look like much, but when wielded properly like an extension of the arm, it dances and is easily a weapon of death. Gold in colour, there is a diamond at the end of the staff that she uses at times, slamming it into her opponent’s skull, puncturing their brain. It is a strong hit.
Rp Sample:
The smell of dusk filtered through her nose, filling her lungs and scratching the back of her throat. She felt the urge to cough, but ignored it, instead deciding to move an abandoned book back to its proper spot on the nearby shelf. It fit in snugly, the books pressed tightly together, filling the large bookshelf that touched the ceiling. Caressing the dark leather for a moment, she ran her thin and elegant fingers over the spine before moving away, her usual skirt replaced by a pale pair of pants. They fit nicely to her toned legs and as her hips swayed naturally as she walked to the front of her house, the chime of a bell echoed in the quiet room.

Looking toward the door, the usual sun shined through the large window, sending rays of light over her wooden floor, patterning it. She examined the light with a look of curiosity, her quick mind thinking about how uncommon sun was in Kumogakure. Blinking back the stray thought she turned her attention to the figure that had entered her building, shutting the door with an easy snap of the wrist, making a silent entrance. If it weren’t for the bell, Marike knew they could easily sneak up on her.
Frowning at the realization of weakness, she faced the shinobi head on, swishing her head to remove the light green veil of hair that was impairing her vision. Usually she would have it up, but today, she felt like letting it run wild, reminding her of the snake that was curled around her hips, holding on in a tight grip that she had grown so used to, she barely noticed it anymore. The Bushmaster, Lachesis muta muta was beginning to slither up her back, popping its triangular head out of her hair and resting its snout on her neck; the cool scales a nice contrast to her hot skin. Its tongue flicked out as it smelled, touching her flesh. If she weren’t so careful, so would have shivered; but she did not want to disrupt her baby who had the wonderful privilege to be out of its rather large cage.
Watching as her visitor stepped over the threshold leading to her living room; she motioned him over; studying him closely as he sat on a chair, his back straight and muscles quivering. My, she mused, he seems so uncomfortable. Licking her painted lips, she forced down a feral grin. This was good. If he knew of her reputation, hopefully this man would be intelligent enough to make this deal quick because the mint chip female wasn’t exactly in the mood for long winded talk.

Taking a seat herself, she leaned back comfortably into a winged back chair, the bushmaster changing his position so his mistress wouldn’t crush him. His lean, five foot long body circulated around her middle, his grip strong. If she was not used to the pressure, the woman would most likely panic, thinking he was about to strike, but her time around the creatures had gotten her accustomed to the feel of them, so she relaxed. When he was winded around her legs and draped over her shoulders, Mare turned her golden gaze to her client who was currently sweating slightly.

By the looks of him, she could tell he was a noobie, new to this type of job and really not having any kind of status in his world. He was a nobody, she thought with a grim smile; just a man running some errands. Well… she thought, her curious nature taking over, I wonder who he’s working for… Trying to comfort the nin, she turned her snarky little curl of the lip into something more welcoming. The sweetness was nearly intoxicating, her voice dripping disgustingly with it. “Welcome to my home,” she started, the forced smile feeling like it was cracking her skin, “Who are you working for?”

He licked his lips, his brown locks sticky from the sweat. He tried to shake them out of his face but was unsuccessful. His eyes kept darting toward the snake that seemed to be leering at him but he made no comment on it, his tense body shifting. Gulping he looked back at the woman and nearly flinched, the fake welcoming smile making him want to puke. She didn’t like his intrusion he could tell, and from the stories his buddies told him, the shinobi was not too sure if he liked this. “Mashiio Doujiri,” he said his mouth dry.

“Doujiri, eh?” She looked at him, trying to sense if he was lying and when her stomach didn’t knot, she knew he was telling the truth. It was odd though. Usually, the man would bring his ass over to her home and stay for hours chatting about anything and everything that she did not give a rat’s ass about. But she allowed him to; he was one of her best customers and not to mention, his company sometimes brightened up the place… and her heart.

No, she didn’t love him. Marike loved no one, but if she could hold such an emotion she knew it would most likely go to that man. He was young and talented; a beautiful assassin that used her poisons and concoctions to the best of their ability. He never once tried to bargain with her prices, respecting her work and even asking about it once in a while. Of course her answers were brief and vague, but he understood. Some things needed to be kept secret. Although, he was the only one who had entered her greenhouse, having brought her a flower she had been looking for over the black market for ages.

It was a wonderful addition to her collection, she thought idly, running her fingers over the scales. Flicking her eyes briefly back to the nin, she spoke briskly and straight to the point, her voice leaving no argument or time for interruption, “The usual.” It was more of a statement then a question and when the brief nod was issued, she stood fluently, her body swaying before she began her graceful descent toward her shop where she stopped the products on sale.

His footsteps alerted her of his presence and she turned around briskly, shoving her hand forward and pushing him backwards. Eyes narrowed she let out a hiss, the snake tightening its grip, “Didn’t he tell you? Stay in that room or I will allow my pets to eat you, you stupid fool.”

Not waiting for an answer, she turned around once again and opened the door, slipping inside quietly, a scowl pulling at her lips. The stupid idiot, she thought with a snarl, he must want to get himself killed. Walking by a shelf she continued on, her legs moving evenly and quickly. She wanted this man out of her house as soon as possible. Coming to the correct area, she picked up the five vials and shook them lightly, bringing the glass container into the light to examine the contents, making sure the poison was potent.

When she was satisfied, she placed them into a carrier before exiting the room, the bushmaster slithering off her body and disappearing out of site, most likely heading for the kitchen. It was feeding day. Entering the living room, she stopped abruptly as the shinobi lay collapsed on the floor, his body shaking violently. Around him, she saw the beige body of her Australian Copperhead. “Aw Shit,” she muttered, placing the vials down on a table and moving toward him, her pace unhurried. It was already too late to save him, his heart already going into cardiac arrest.

Letting out a sigh, she reached over his body and picked up the long creature and tapped it gently on the nose; a slight repercussion for killing her client. Inwardly, she was laughing, having had forgotten that she had let him out. Taking a chair she leaned backward, trying for once to think about the positive. “Well,” she said out loud to the area, “at least I have a new test subject.”

History/background Story:
Cold nights and soaking mornings, she woke up to this scene constantly; never changing never moving forward. It was routine she went through, just like all of Kumogakure did. It was the first thing she remembered when she recalled the past; the damp dawns where she bundled her tiny little body in a blanket her mother had sewn and padded over to the kitchen table where she ate warm buns that had just came from the oven and rice balls. It was a forever routine that she never complained about; but didn’t like either. Her clan had hit the tradition twelve year mark of their nomadic cycle and she found herself growing up in the Village Hidden in the Clouds.

It was nice there; the constant dark clouds that blotted out the sun leaving it cool to the skin. At times it was so cold she would sit by the window and watch as tiny little dots of cold ice drifted downward, sometimes slowly; others like bullets. She was always mystified by the beauty of something so small and often was found outside when snowing, just sitting and watching the sky. Many times she would catch a chill or cold, quarantined in her room which had no windows. She would sit in the dark, huddled under blankets and just think.

Yes, the child thought a lot. About complex things, little things and even stupid things. She was often seen talking to herself, muttering quietly to herself about whatever was going on in her mind. Always curious, always wanting to know more she observed more than participated, giving her the name, “little quiet one.” She was independent even as a child determined not to count on anyone. Marike often thought that only she could do things properly and that everyone else was impertinent compared to herself.

Never lacking in self confidence, she did most things on her own; preferring the company of shadows to real people. Often, she would sit in her room and stare at the wall, and do nothing else. Her parents, one a seamstress and the other an accomplished pickpocket did not pay too much attention to her or her brother, which was fine with both parties. They wanted nothing to do with anyone else, always on their own but never getting along.

Her brother was the first one that had ever hit her. One day, while Bushiro was outside, cutting up a tree for a fire, she had felt the urge to sneak up on him. Axe raised, Mare leapt out of a nearby bush making him drop the axe and allow it to dig deeply into his shoulder flesh. Later, they were told it hit bone, cracking it and making his mobility in that arm a third of what it was. Seeing red, he had wretched the axe out of his shoulder, blood spattering himself and his little sister, before bringing the blunt end of the axe down on her head, the adrenaline making immune to the pain. She had turned away, in an attempt to run but it struck true, cracking her skull and causing brain damage.

For a long while, she couldn’t remember the simplest of things; her name, her family, even her ABC’s. At 10 she was concluded brain dead, unable to speak, read or write any longer. Her family, dismayed at the brother’s actions banned him from their family home, sending him out to live with his uncle where he kept his grudge for his sister strong; nurturing it. He saw it as it was her fault he was kicked out of their family home and that she should have been the one. No one listened to his accusations though, too upset over little Marike’s accident.

Her parents then took a more careful turn about then. They spent as much time with her as possible; her mother bringing her to work and trying to get her to chat with the customers; but it was no use. No words would form on her lips, just little sounds of pain that evoked the headaches she got easily. Distraught, Yokari spent thousands upon thousands of ryo on the greatest doctors, trying desperately to get the once intelligent girl to talk. Some diagnosed her as temporary mental illness, but most said it would be impossible for her to regain her 5 senses. Yokari, who was in possession of the Sunashai Bloodline could tell that what they preached was true; except for one man.

His name was Higisai Wanushei. He seemed distance and detached. Quiet and yet dangerous.

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