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Character Name: Anka Hebi
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Age: 17
Height: 4'9
Weight: None of your business
Gender: Female

Personality: Being the type of person Anka is, in combination with her hatred for other people, she often doesn't consider others to be "real people". This leads to an inside joke, when she states that she "Has never killed anyone." despite the fact that in truth, she has killed hundreds. Another reference to such is the way Anka sees adversaries. Treating them like prey and herself the predator, if they are strong, she will consider them "worthy prey" while weaker subjects become "questionable prey". Anything lower in her eyes of "questionable prey" becomes a voided subject, who of which, Anka won't even pay mind to, even when she kills them.

By every stand point, Anka has proven time after time that is is far past point of unstable. Her emotions, behaviors and views are clear indications of her insanity, despite her wit. Though she can seem normal at times, just coming across as unfriendly and distant, but that can change in an instant. She is prone to painful and violent mental episodes that cover everything from hallucinations, voices, flashbacks, and total breakdowns and blackouts. She can also fall into a state of madness, in which her perception fades to a dream like state and reality seems to break down. It is during these times that she will just destroy everything around her, whether it be living or not. If combined with a state of blood lust, emotional rage, or both, the destruction can spread to even more devastating ranges.

Despite all the violence and destruction that Anka causes, underneath all the hatred and insanity, is a women who has desires and feelings, though negative they remain. It is no secret that she is plagued by her past pain, sorrows and hatred. It is these very things that have created the demon that exists now. Certain traits however have changed within her, taking new form. An example of this is her love for art, as accustomed to those of the Bakugekiki clan. Granted, Anka doesn't view art in the means of what she can create with her abilities, but rather the damage she can cause with her skills instead. It is also a well known fact that she loves watching things "go boom", which once again displays her sadistic personality, as there is nothing she loves more than watching a body explode and rain blood and flesh from the heavens. Another example is her love for music, often of a sorrow fueled tune. It is in fact,the only thing that can calm her down while having an unstable episode or relax in general when not.

In terms of herself, Anka is a rather proud and strong individual. Shown while speaking her mind, regardless of "what" she is speaking to, Anka never backs down. She'll even put herself in danger willingly, taking on missions or challenges on a whim, especially if it will allow her to mock the "things" that like to call themselves people. This usually tends to be applied with stronger adversaries, allowing Anka to play with their heads a bit before skipping to the killing phase, as she gets such a kick out of the frustrations of others. This behavior gets even more outlandish while in a state of blood lust, which increases Anka's urge to kill, but allow her amusement and desire to "play".

The last defining trait that pertains to Anka's person, if an aspect that influences a lot of what she does, her blood lust. Sitting on the boundaries of obsession, Anka's attraction to blood is in its own way, otherworldly. The feel of it flowing in between her fingers, its warmth, the smell that it fills the air with, it's gleaming dark red color, even it's bitter sweet taste. All of it just flips a switch in her that can send her body into a frenzy. Physical pain will provide a similar reaction. Loving conflict the fighting, Anka gets riled up when placed in a state of physical pain, flipping on a switch within her that causes a lesser extent of pleasure, just like blood will. However, once the pain becomes too much, Anka starts to stray away from it, searching for blood instead, seeking that pleasure once more. If a battle causes her to bleed herself, her blood lust will increase substantially, providing both stimulus'. If someone can provide her such a stimulus and an attraction, Anka will even go as far as to seek out further forms of pleasure from them, which she has done in the past. Once such things are achieved and the lust leaves her, she will kill the one she is with and continue on.



{What Are You Waiting For! Welcome Me Home}

Your Village: none
Your Rank: Shattered Blades


{They Made Me Who I Am Today}

Mother: Historia Hebi (Deceased)
Father: Crayton Hebi (Deceased)
Siblings: None

Family History: Unknown


Character History: They say time heals all wounds, but in some cases, this just isn't true. What is though, is that nothing lasts forever. The world of shinobi knew this very well, however it seemed like a total surprise when it happened. The shinobi world crumbled and of all the shinobi who didn't die, scattered across the land. Even in the long years to come, with no villages established, the shinobi lived on however they could. Many of which would even seek refuge in the destruction of their old lands. This would all change after time passed, when a new era for the shinobi once again came to be. Villages started to 4‡Rstablish themselves again and many took up their lives within them. Not all shinobi could do as such though, which would be the case for Anka.

Anka was born in the damp, rainy country of Amegakure. A place that after the fall of the shinobi world of old, had become a refugee settlement of pure chaos. Born into a life of poverty, Anka would be faced with difficulties that would lead her to making extremely difficult decisions, which would pale in comparison to the other obstacles she would face in life. The first being the death of her mother during child birth, leaving only her struggling father to look after her. Next one would be the fact that she was along lost descendant of the Bakugekiki clan, with the unique Kibaku Nendo ability. This would prove to be a curse for her later in her life and the grief of her father would just further the hardship. A grief that would force Anka to grow up rather quickly, if she were to survive.

Between her father's grieving and drinking, Anka often found herself sneaking around and stealing what food she could. She had to survive, since her father didn't do anything to take care of her. Matter of fact, he hated her, blamed her for the death of his wife. Her father was an angry depressed drunk by this point. Late at night he would often come home after drinking and while in his drunken daze of depression and anguish, vented and lashed out at Anka. This made her come to hate the man she called father and furthered his hate as well. He hated how she defied him and stood up to him. He hated how she looked at him as he struck her. Most of all, He hated how much she looked like her mother. The mere sight of Anka reminded him of his dead wife. The woman that he had fallen in love with and the women he had lost.

As the hate built up it started to spread, to fill both of them. Anka hated how he treated her, how he didn't take care of her, even though she was his daughter. Soon enough the beatings became even more violent, until one day it took a new step. One night, Anka's father came home in a really foul and drunken mood, screaming and vented, lashed out at Anka. She had finally reached her limit and started to lash her pint up aggression back at him. This however just made things worse. Anka had no wear near enough strength to defend herself and when she grabbed a knife and stabbed her monster of a father with it. She stabbed and stabbed until the drunken fool couldn't even twitch from the blade entering his body. Anka had finally killed the man who she hated more than anything in the world, let she felt nothing but pain within her still. It was clear her suffering wouldn't end, not yet anyway. Being so, she set their pathetic shack of a house on fire and never looked back, walking off into the night.

With her old life now destroyed by her own hands, Anka lived on the streets as an orphan. Through the years she stole, fought, lied and killed to survive. She did whatever she had to in the industrial hell. Survival was everything and the lives of others were irrelevant. Anka even joined and destroyed a few gangs that were fighting for control within Ame. As she grew older and older, so did her powers, influence and skills. Soon enough she started to make a name for herself and the stories of her killing ways set fear in all those within Ame.  The young girl no longer had to worry about herself surviving, but everyone around her did and soon enough, they ll died by her hand. It had become relevant to her that there was nothing left for her in the slums of Ame, so she set out to train herself and grow stronger. Anka wanted to increase her powers and expand on the knowledge that her skills and abilities derived from. The arts and skills of a shinobi.  

Anka would indeed achieve such a goal and later on become known as a fierce criminal among the lands. Where or how she gained such powers are still unknown, but her killing ability it much to be feared. Everything happens now is the future and it will be paved with blood.



{A New Beginning}

Anka was relieved that Yoru was fine, or at least he appeared to be. With that she followed him out of the passage and towards the woods. They had managed to gain some good ground for starting late in the day. If they got an early start the next day, it would probably make up for the time they lost. As they entered the woods, they looked about for a clearing to set up camp. This would be the girls first night sleeping out in the wilds. It had her a little nervous, since she had no experience, but she knew she would be fine with Yoru taking charge. He had the experience that she didn't and she would just have to obtain as much experience from him as possible, so she would be able to do such things again in the future.

As they found a clearing and started setting up camp, Anka would look over towards Yoru every once and a while. After his nasty spill from his vision earlier, she figured she would keep a close eye on him. If it happened again and something happened to him, they would be in a lot of trouble. Anka was a smart girl, but she did not know how to take care of herself and him if something were to happen. With the tent set up, she watched as Yoru went off to set up a perimeter around the camp site. Already he had done so much more then she had for them. All she managed to do was get some branches to light the fire and set up their things to eat later. She really began to wonder if she was really all to useful out in the wilderness. If she wasn't just becoming a burden. Her thoughts and worries aside, night was approaching soon and she had to get something else done. She gathered their things, other than what they were using, so that in the morning they had less to prep before re-embarking on their journey. She then gathered a few more piece of wood that were nearby for the fire.

As she was finishing up, Yoru had returned from walking the perimeter. With the night sky now creeping over them, and the temperature starting to drop a bit with it, Yoru would start a fire and start cooking. They both remained silent for a bit, both lost in thought. Anka wondered a bit what was on Yoru's mind. His silence made her a bit uneasy, since they barely talked at all since the incident at the passageway. She wanted to spark up some conversation, but didn't know where to start. Usually she didn't even have to worry about stirring conversation with Yoru, since he always was the one who seemed to scramble for his words and break the silence. She bit on her thumb a bit and looked over at him. As she did though she found Yoru looking at her, which spooked her a bit and caused her to bit just a little to hard on her thumb. The distinct metallic taste of blood quickly filled her mouth, and she quickly rolled her fingers over her thumb and clinched it in her hand and brought it down to her side. She pretended that nothing happened as she averted her attention to Yoru, since he had decided to break the silence and talk to her. He asked her if she had any questions about him, since he knew quite a bit about her. In truth she had never really questioned herself too much about him. She was always swept up by everything that had happened as a result of them becoming friends, and since Yoru learned a lot about her just with their first shared touch, there really wasn't really any point where the two just sat down and shared.

She sat there for a moment to think about what she should ask him. Once she came up with something, Yoru was handing her a bowl of food. She took it with her free hand and watched as he started to eat a bit, still waiting for her possible questions. She set the warm bowl in her lap and stirred it a bit with her spoon. "Well, I was kind of wondering about your past. I mean you don't mention your parents at all or anything, you live alone. So I guess, if you don't mind telling me, what ever did happen with your parents?" She continued to stir her food about, allowing it to cool a bit before eating. She awaited his answer, whether it be an answer or just a response that would lead to him not wanting to talk about it. She did wonder if it was a bit personal of a question, but it was all she could think of at the time.




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