Some Kunoichi

NAME: Kusatta Kurada
AGE: 16
GENDER: Female
CLAN: Uchiha
VILLAGE: Takigakure
LINK TO INFO CARD: N/A



A short girl, known by most by her eyes and jet black hair. To most she has the traits of an Uchiha, only lacking one thing... the Sharingan. She is known for her "firey" personality, often reflected in her facial expressions. She is often found with her red attire, which appears to be a modified jumpsuit. On the suit her mother's clan logo is on either side of her hip, bearing the symbol of the clan with red eyes. Most often than not, she is found with some sort of mask. This is almost never covering her face, and is use more as a fashion statement. This mask varies from day to day, and can be found on top of her head, or even at her waist at times. Her jump suit is short in sleeves, to prevent a mishap should her weapons get caught on them, and cause a hindrance than aid. She often wears bandages and other mesh garments to prevent direct skin contact with her surroundings, often in the case of nature. She often walks in a haughty manner, not giving a shit about anything in the world. In truth, she's the essence of a bitch, just compressed into the soul of a six teen year old girl who doesn't really care one way or the other about anything. She'll flip her hair and spit at the ground before you. Her clothing is just something that sets her apart from the rest of the clan, reflecting the fact that she is different than her relatives. And that's what her looks will prove. She's nothing you've seen before. But it doesn't just stop there, but rather starts another look for her. She is always found carelessly wandering, often leaning against the wall like an badass. She will often get attention, just by her behaviors, and in most cases, this is what earns her even more respect.



 A girl of few words. She is humble in her manners and will call things as she sees them. She has littler tolerance for the unwise and the foolish. If she could, she would give the world knowledge, but after all, knowledge is power. She will do everything in her power to keep an upper hand. She will manipulate people as well her own friends to ensure her plans go without fault. She has little time for bullshit and she will let you know.

On the battle field she becomes cold and heartless. She does not lead, she does not follow. She simply does as is needed to be done, even if it means killing her own allies to ensure survival. She lives by a Code of Death. Meaning, should their be an opponent that she was unable to strike down, only to have another kill her target for her, she will be in debt of that person.

She is honorable, and will speak little to no words (as was stated). She is kind at heart, but cruel in nature. It was by the nature of her people she became the way she was. It was by chance that her family was killed before her eyes. With that, she has suppressed emotions, just like ANBU are taught, Kusatta has aught herself. All of those years of pain, she learned to keep it to herself, or to bottle it up for so long that it becomes a different emotion.

There's not much to say about her seemingly cold behavior towards people. However this is to protect herself from others, as well as something locked away deep inside of her. She has a failure to express herself, and finds it only easy to express displeasure or anger towards others. Perhaps with the warm personalities of others she will warm up to another, but that is unlikely. She will be forever trapped in the abyss of sorrow.


"... wait so that's how I got the name?"

Kusatta was the birthchild of political advancement. Her mother was an adviser to few of the many council members of the village. She was held in high regard, and known to see through feints, false deals and corrupt officials. She was known for the great skill of her clan, the Kekkei Genkai known as the Sharingan.

Her father was known in the village for having a hand in the council's dealings. Every time a member was sent to assassinate a hostile or dangerous target, they came to him first to get equipped. He wasn't just known for supplying weapons, but crafting unique and artful masks which was, and still is a family tradition. With his family's skill, he created new identities for each of these assassin's to partake in, and eventually found ways to enchant his magical creations.

The marriage was quick, and full of arrangement rather than love. Now it would be a lie to say that they did not love each other, but it would be a lie to say they wanted to be married. Regardless, they loved their daughter with all of their hearts. However, she turned to be quite the opposite from her honorable parents.

She was young, reckless, and cared nothing about her families traditions. Even so, she did not receive the power of her mother's eyes, nor her father's creativity. And so, she grew distant from her family, and rebelled at every chance. It was not that she disliked, distasted or even hated them. She felt she did not belong, and when they did try to make her at home, she made it more of a hell. She hated everyone and everything. Everything seemed pitiful, disgusting and overused. She hated anything that lived or breathed. For her, it was just life, everything seemed useless. Over time she just learned to accept that the world was worthless... over time.

However, over her young teen years she began to pick up her father's collection of weapons, and eventually found her favorite of them all. Like her mother, she began to analyse people, breaking them down piece by piece...

When she reached the age of 15, something horrific happened. She found her uncle had killed her mother. She found her father had tried to defend her mother, only to fall as well. To her, it was any other day coming home from the market with her few friends, but now she faced her uncle with the blood of her parents on his hands. She was speechless as her uncles eyes began to glow red. She knew why he did it...

No more than a year from the incident she was adopted by her grandmother, whom would tell her the same story about the great coming of the villages. And it was then she learned to make masks. And her view on the world changed from that point on. Her eyes did not grow the tomoe like her ancestors, but rather, began to mirror the rainbow to express the colors of her heart. And that is the story of Kusatta Kurada.