Basic Information

Full Name || Maho Igashowa

Preferred Name || Maho

Birth date || November 14th

Family or Guardians || Guardian: Torumoni

Home Country || Unnamed

Current Country || Unnamed

Home Village || Amegakure no Sato

Current Village || Amegakure no Sato

Rank || Genin

Clan || Igashowa

Chakra Affinity || Earth

Battle and Jutsu Information

Stats

• Strength || 4
  
• Agility || 2
  
• Intelligence || 1
  
• Chakra Control || 2
  
• Chakra Amount || 4
  
• Stamina || 4
  
• Ninjutsu || 3
  
• Genjutsu ||3
  
• Taijutsu || 4

Jutsu

E-Rank

Spoiler:

D-Rank

Spoiler:

C-Rank

Spoiler:

Equipment ||
Kunai
-The sharp projectile weapons are used for many different situations including distracting, wounding, or killing a target.

Smoke Bombs
-These small, gunpowder packed balls generate a large cloud of thick, black smoke that will disorient, confused, and distract the target. Used effectively the simplest of tools can become extremely deadly.


Mental, Physical, and Other Details

Appearance

• Weight || 89 lbs.
  
• Height || 5' 2"
  
• Eyes || Light green
  
• Hair || Chest-length, brilliantly orange hair
  
• Physical Description || With two blue clips holding back some of her bangs, her usual outfit consists of a high-collared, marroon, jacket -a mesh tee-shirt underneath- with a dark grey skirt, and mesh shorts underneath. Maho's left hand is covered by a fingerless glove, but both hands have mesh gloves, black elbow covers on her elbows. Then with mesh knee covers, the insignia of the Village Hidden in the Rain is engraved on the white-clothed hitai-ati hanging from her waist. Maho has a small mole at the outer corner of her left eye.[/

Physical Health Issues? || N/A

Mental Health Issues? || N/A

Personality || I am blunt and outspoken and a generally casual person. Sleep and food are my most favorite things in the entire world, aside from training, though my lack of motivation and laziness makes it a tad difficult to get started. However, I am an extremely loyal and protective person to those whom I deem worthy. While I take on a casual attitude, I am respectful to those whom I am not close to or familiar with. However, if I don't like you, well, you'll be able to tell whether I do or not. And not to mention I swear just as much as a "sailor", though I do know some sailors who are really polite and quite clean...

Likes

• Bothering Aiko
  
• Eating
  
• Sleeping

Dislikes

• Arrogant people
  
• Whining
  
• Spicy food

Sexual Orientation || Straight

Other || OTHER

History || Maho doesn't remember much of her parents since she was only four when they were killed. She doesn't really remember all that happened; all she can recall is that she had been playing in her secret hideout -her home's crawl space- and she had fallen asleep. When Maho woke up, she found her parents were gone, and she was alone. She hadn't known what to think; maybe they had just gone out for a bit and would return, but once two days passed and the house remained empty aside from herself, she knew she had to leave. For months Maho remained on my own, pilferring food where ever she could find it. She was a pile of dirt covered skin and bones, but she would never be able to forget that day. Just like any other time, it was raining, and Maho had herself leaned up against the side of one of the many large, mettalic buildings, resting and trying to hold onto what little strength she had. She was surprised, however, when a large man had stopped before her. He was tall and physically built, his broad shoulders and muscles filling out his wet shirt; the man appeared to be in his thirties or so. He didn't say anything as he crouched down in front of her and picked up a lock of her orange-hair-turned-brown-by-dirt-and-grime. All he did then was stand back up, told her she looked pathetic and to follow him. She was half tempted to just turn and go the other way simply so she would do the opposite of what he wanted, but Maho was tired, weak, and hungry. So picking herself up, she straggled along after him.

After getting clean, dried, and fed, the man introduced himself as Torunomi; a shinobi priviously of Iwagakure, and a close friend of my father's, having followed him here once he had left Iwa. He didn't say much about my parents, only that they were dead, and in all actuallity, I was realived. It was better to have them dead and have known they loved me than to think that all that love for me was a lie and I was left abandoned. After that, it was sort of a silent agreement, neither of us really finding it necessary to talk about, but Torunomi had become my guardian. The only thing he required of me was to become a shinobi, and I didn't really mind that. I had no previous ninja training, however, seeing as my father hadn't been a ninja and my mother didn't want me to join the military. So, before I was signed up for the academy, Torunomi trained me in the essentials of the ways of ninja.

I went through the academy like everyone else, being below the average student -Torunomi cursed my laziness and lack of motivation- but somehow I managed to make myself a genin and found myself on a team. It was only after I graduated that Torunomi sat me down and truthfully explained what had happened to my parents. Officially, my parents hadn't been married, though by all means they should have been, and the reason for that was the fact that my father was a criminal who had run away from his home in Iwagakure. My father had been apart of a small clan within the Hidden Stone Village and apparently, the clan had wanted to rise in the ranking because they were taking children clan members -before they even joined the academy- and putting them through harsh, rigorous training that ended up killing most of them. Only the clan council were aware of the true reasons behind the children's death, and my father had just joined the council. The goal was to activate the Kekkei Genkai much earlier than when it usually activates: around the age of fifteen. The cover for the children's deaths was that rival clans were assassinating them because they saw the training as a threat to the balance of the Village's power structure.

My father had been openly against this vigorous training since the very beginning, and as more children died, the more his hatred built up. Torunomi had been the only one my father could talk to about this, and knew he could be trusted. Finally, however, the clan council began to realize that their hopes could not come to fruitation, and they shut down the training; however, not before my father's nephew was killed in the experiment. Though the training was done with, my father's hatred drew him to murder all of the council members, leaving him to flee the country. After that, my father had dropped the title of a shinobi, becoming a civillian. Torunomi had followed the him here though, where my father had met my mother. My father had no clue that Torunomi had followed him and was watching him, but my guardian watched as my parents fell in love. At first, my mother had no clue about his past and she was always curious at the why my father was always so elusive and refused to go out into public, but he finally told her all about his past. At first she had been frightened, Torunomi told me, but then she became adament about him moving into her apartment, where he was better protected and actually had a roof over his head.

And so he moved in with her and then had me a few years later. However, one of the my mothers friends grew suspicious as my mother began to distance herself from others. So one day, a group of my mothers friends forced their way inside the house to confront her about her strange behavior and found my father. Both were taken and then executed: my father for his crimes in Iwa and my mother for harboring a fugitive and treason, no one knowing that a child had been left behind and made parentless. No one, except for Torunomi.

Now, my team consists of an arrogant jack-ass, a timid and shy pervert, and a sensei who hates all of our guts. Aiko Yuuko, aka the arrogant jack-ass, is a never ending pain in my ass. The selfish bastard thinks so lowly of Rusuke and I, especially me. The emotionless ass did whatever Sono-sensei said without question [kiss-ass], so out of the three of us, Sensei hated him a little less than the rest of us. Rusuke was always shy and timid, but somehow found the balls to make perverted comments and come-ons. Then there was Sono-sensei, who loved to make my life hell simply because he didn't like me for being such a smart ass. For him, it was all "Stick to the rules. Do what your told without question. And don't be a spineless coward". Yup, fun times~