Biographical Information
Profession: Warrior/
Hometown: Dawn Island
Sample RP:A scene all too familiar for one Asura Hinasaki, a young woman from Dawn Island, a young woman with a bit of a past under her own belt which most would consider tragic. She having witnessed the death of her own Mother and Father, having been orphaned and sent to live on the Island she now referred to as her home, and island where she she had been taken in by a new family to begin anew. This could very well have been the new chapter in Asura's life to turn her around, for her to begin again and to find peace with herself amongst her new family and even a new friend by the name of Kira. A girl whom was responsible for the woman which now stood before you, in more ways than one. The power hungry sociopath who wouldn't even hesitate to bury her blade into her friend's back for what she saw as a betrayal to her trust.
This would lead her into a line of work all her own, acting as sort of a contract hitman if you wished to call it as such. Taking jobs for a shady organization who had taken note of her skills and overall ruthlessness, they needing what they considered a monster at their beck and call. This being the sort of description which fit the young woman like a glove as she tended to have a permanent scowl plastered across her face, a look of coldness, almost as if she never was one to smile. As it would turn out, she was infact as good as her skills had suggested, she was what they had wanted, and she didn't disappoint. She was not in the very least afraid to spill blood and neither was she remorseful towards those slain. This being a useful attitude to have for sure in that line of work, altough when your dealing with a bit of a crooked group, well safe to say that perhaps they aren't the group of people who could be the most trustworthy in certain situations.
Especially matters involving their own skin and self preservation. The higher ups fearing that perhaps one day she would rise up, or be taking a contract from someone else who wanted retribution for the plentiful amount of things to which they had done wrong, which the list really did go on. For as valuable as she was, that lack of remorse and hesitation she showed as her own personal example led them to their final decision, they would attempt to kill Asura. That would of course be the word of the day folks, "attempt". She hadn't survived this long in this game for nothing, the young woman was smart and tough, far more so than they would have expected. They having sent her out on an important "hit" only for her to be led into an ambush where a grand battle had ensued where she eventually would reign supreme and immediately murder any of the survivors as to have no witnesses running back to their masters to alert them of her survival.
With that squared away for the time being, Asura allowed herself quite some time to both recover and prepare herself, allowing her wounds to heal, allowing herself to gather some resources before she would make them pay. If there was one thing in this world she hated, it was the idea of betrayal, she had made that bitch Kira pay for it so long ago, what would make these fools any different than that piece of trash? As one would guess, Asura had taken that group to war, to make them pay for their betrayal, and after yet another hard fought victory for her, she took her time to torture the head guy, the leader of the group before she inevitably offed him aswell. Although rather than allowing their ashed to burn so to say, she found it would be a waste to allow such a wonderful operation to just go to waste. Seizing the reigns for herself, Asura was quick to take over this group for herself.
Immediately bathing herself in the benefits of running such a thing, the beli brought in, the fear that spread throughout the land, the carefree lifestyle she got to enjoy and the power which had come with it. Asura had taken over an empire and loved every single second of it, her thirst for power for now quenched as she had it all in her grasp. Although that wouldn't last, little by little she could feel it slipping away from her, a feeling which only seemed to piss her off more and more. The betrayal of Mitsukuni as he couldn't stomach what they were doing anymore. He even going as far as to challenge her to a duel to which she had dominated, although the little wretch had managed to get a lucky swing in which had cut her face, allowing him the gap he needed to escape, leaving just her and her right hand Maho to rule over this group.
Next, the inevitable fall of the empire was the only next logical thing, although she wouldn't go down with a fight, although who would have thought some brat would actually have managed to not only defeat her, but actually managed to wound her gravely. His attacks leaving a large scar on her back as a constant reminder as to the day when she lost it all. She lost Maho, she lost her empire, her power, everything.A day she would not forget and she would never forget that face, the face of that little runt which had cost her this.
Now with the small history lesson done, this would bring us to the present day Asura who found herself sitting inside of a local tavern amongst a reasonably populated city. Nothing that extravagant but it wasn't that homey, although the place did have a somewhat rsutic feel to it as everything was made of wood. The floor littered with old dust, which swept across the wooden planks. The room covered in not only a slight musky smell from the several drunken citizens which inhabited this place night and day, however. Since she was here during the day, the place also surprisingly held a somewhat golden hue about it, the shaded inside lit by both candles and what little sunlight managed to shine in through the old and cracked shutters from the outside. Little rays of light managing to peak in through whatever small hole they could although it didn't amount to much as the patrons enjoyed the darker atmosphere that was given through these means, after all what drunk enjoyed being blinded by a shocking bright light?
They certainly didn't like it once they somehow managed to drink the night away, finally leaving the bar as the sun was coming up over that horizon., they having drank away more beli than they wished. Although Asura wasn't here for that as she sat at a table all by her lonesome, dressed in her usual attire of a simple t-shirt with thick black and white horizontal stripes stretching across it, taking up every inch of the shirt. Her lower body covered by a simple pair of black pants which hugged to her frame and of course a simple pair of black shoes. Although this wasn't all, for what people couldn't see was that underneath this shirt, this woman's body was intensely wrapped up in white bandages which covered most of her upperbody, starting at her left upper bicep and wrapping around that and proceeding across and over her shoulder until hit simply just began to wrap horizontally around her body. Covering her bust and everything down to her waist. If any could see these, they would notice a few splotches of dried blood covering her stomach area and a huge amount all acorss her back.
The woman was a mess, but she wasn't here to drink the pain away. She was simply here to soak up some information, possible information to not only get her empire back. The only way to do that as it would turn out would be the most logical move, to return to what she knew and that was to simply hunt down those whom carried some large numbers across their head. Notorious pirates who would fetch a huge pay off should she bring them in, much to the dream she and Kira has shared as children, albeit their reasons were a bit different. She often viewing Kira's as nothing more than the whims of a child who merely had but a passing dream rather than the reasons she claimed. It wasn't much to her own reasons which she found to be more justified as to what drove her. Regardless, as Asura had a full glass of Tea infront of her, she having to drink it from a beer mug as opposed to, well anything else really. Although she didn't mind all to much at the moment for the pain that she felt as mentioned earlier, being wrapped like a mummy practically.
Each time she lifted that glass off the table to take in a deep drink, she couldn't help but wince lightly in pain. The wounds from that brat still fresh, still very tender and she very much feeling the effects of that beat down she had received. Her breathing was also a bit heavier than usual, showing the amount of strain she was under.
Relationships: N/A
Relatives: Yuu Hinasaki (Father/Deceased)
Akemi Hinasaki (Mother/Deceased0
Miyuki Hinasaki (Sister/Unknown)
Haruki Shimura (Step-Father/Alive)
Miku Shimura (Step-Mother/Alive)
Mizuki Shimura (Step-Sister/Alive)
