Name: Amethyst
Age: 13
Birthdate: July 6th
Gender: Female
Rank: Special Jounin

Village: Yokuchigakure
Clan: Sakebi
Element(s): Light Release | Shadow Release
Specialties: Ninjutsu | Genjutsu
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Height: 5'3
Weight: 115 Pounds
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Amethyst
General Description: Amethyst has long blond hair that goes almost to her butt and lightly tanned skin.
Ame's typical outfit despite living in the desert tends to be a black undershirt that ties up and around her neck with a thin material t-shirt over top that hangs off of her shoulders. She wears a matching skirt with this that goes down to her knees and which is a flow-y type skirt tied with a pink ribbon at her waist: beneath this skirt is a pair of short shorts. Feet are covered in shinobi sandals.


Personality: Cunning, smart, resourceful. These are only a few of the words that can be used to describe the female that is Amethyst. She was taught young to think on her toes; to go into a situation with more than one plan up her sleeve so where one might fall the other would succeed. She is ruthless in her determination, allowing nothing to get in her way or stop her from reaching her goals; causing most to think her rather single minded - especially if those goals are the death of another.
That isn't to say she is completely cold blooded however. Amethyst showed early on a soft spot in her heart when it came to her older brother; a kindness she rarely shows others. With him she is almost child-like, her comprehension of the world something few would truly understand. She worries for her brother in ways that trump even the care of herself; willing to put herself in harms way so long as her brother is safe: the sort of commitment and loyalty that would have her dive in front of an attack powerful enough to kill just so her brother could escape unharmed.
With a lot of the world being new to her, outside of the murder and death she had surrounded herself with for ten years, she sometimes can come across as skid-dish and even withdrawn; though when confronted about this she is known to quickly anger.
She is mostly a lost soul trying to make sense of the world as she now sees it while feeling sometimes lost and confused; especially when witnessing the love between a parent and a child as that is something she never was able to witness or even experience while growing up in "The Place".

Likes: Amethysts favorite weapon would have to be her hidden blade. Her favorite method of killing? Simple; a knife to the kidneys does the trick every time. Her favorite method of torture and information gathering? Peeling the flesh off of her target one layer at a time and pouring a mixture of salt and chili powder into the wound; one inch at a time, a new spot on their body at a time.
Amethysts favorite food would have to be strawberries; whether plain or dipped in various flavors of chocolate. Her favorite color would have to be her namesake; amethyst. Her favorite drink would have to be peach mango flavored tea. Her favorite genre of book would have to be adventures.
Amethyst enjoys nothing more than finding a quiet spot and getting comfortable while spending several hours listening to music and reading.
Amethyst also enjoys spending time with her brother; even if its as simple as sitting somewhere and talking, going on a mission, or buying one of her other favorite things: ice cream.

Dislikes: Amethyst dislikes those who whine. Those who take things for granted, who have everything that the world has to offer, who has had it all handed to them while they haven't had to work a moment in their lives for it, and yet feel the need to complain and whine like they're unhappy. The sort of person who flaunts what they have and makes others miserable just so they feel better about themselves.
There is also a great dislike towards those who use their position of power to abuse others. To expect things from other people that they would never do themselves. She can always be found saying, "How do you expect me to do something that is beneath you? If you're not willing to do it then how do you expect me to be willing to?".
She also has a slight issue with those in positions of power above her: after many years spent having to do the deeds of others it irks her slightly to have to take orders. Though, depending on who it is giving the orders depends on if she will listen or not to them; or mind being given said order.

Motivations: Amethyst most prominent motivation would have to be getting as strong as she can so that she will always be able to protect her brother. He was the first good thing in her life and she swore to do all that she could to make sure that nothing horrible would ever happen to him.
Her second motivation would have to be the termination of "The Place". It's something she has secretly longed for for a very long time. She knows that she will have to become a lot more stronger than she she is now to be able to succeed, and so it is the push she needs when ever she feels like giving up to keep her going.

Fears: The fear of failure is something that Amethyst lives with every single day of her life. She does all that she can to strengthen herself, to improve herself so that she may reach her goals. The thought of failing after all of the hard work she has put in, after all of the hours of training, is unbearable. The idea of having gone through all of this trouble and for it to end up worthless and pointless in the end, is simply something she can not think of long, not without beginning to feel sick to her stomach. It's greater then even the thoughts of her own death or torture.
Another thing that Amethyst fears above all else are the people from "The Place" one day returning to find her; and the possibility that they would even go so far as to hurt her brother just to get back at her. Yes; this would have to be what she fears most of all; the loss of the one person she is close to.

History: Amethyst was born to a woman named Jasmine who was a prostitute: Amethyst’s father was nothing more than a nameless client in the sea of many her mother had serviced during that time period when Amethyst was conceived. The child was born with strange eyes; eyes that were amethyst colored since birth and thus that became her name since her mother couldn’t think of anything else to call her
. Amethyst was allowed to remain in the brothel within which her mother lived as was custom for female children at that time since they normally ended up following in their mothers footsteps.
Amethyst knew nothing of the war and violence that was going on on a daily basis outside of the walls in which she lived. All she knew was that most days, for hours at a time, she was placed in a room with a bunch of snack foods, juice boxes, and toys to keep her occupied while mommy ‘worked’. On many occasions she found herself joined by her friend, Nasin: and the two would while away the hours playing – these were the days she always thought the best, as the time always went faster when she had someone to share it with, and Nasin soon became more like a big brother to her than a friend.
However, one day the violence that Amethysts mother, Jasmine, was shielding her so well from came crashing down. Amethyst had been napping, only three years old at the time, when her mother had come rushing into the room. Amethyst woke to her mother barricading the door in an attempt to keep someone out. Unbeknownst to herself or likely anyone else within the brothel Jasmine’s room had a secret tunnel entrance that had been used when the authorities had come snooping around back in the day to get the clients out through: to keep the activities of the brothel and the clients better protected and hidden. It was through this tunnel that Jasmine shoed the crying and upset Amethyst. Amethyst hide beneath the floorboards while listening to her mother be brutal attacked, raped, and finally killed – the latter coming to her attention when blood began to seep down and drip on her.
It was then finally that the child ran, just as smoke and the cracking of fire reached her ears. She ran through the dark tunnel, tripping and falling over herself on numerous occasions as it was so dark within the tunnel that she couldn’t see her hand in front of her face.
However, despite this darkness it was quite some time before Amethyst mustered up the courage to actually leave the tunnel she had been hidden in; and even then she didn’t go towards the exit but towards the entrance she had come in through. She removed the floorboards of what had been her and her mother’s bedroom to find the place around her nothing more than ashes. With tears rolling down the frightened child’s cheeks it was then she spotted Nasin not far behind and went running to him.
From that day he truly became her big brother, as she had no one else in the world to rely on: and so she kept herself plastered to his side as long as she could, following in his footsteps everywhere that he went when allowed.
As the child continued to age and grow she often found herself awakening from nightmares of that horrific night, and that in itself drove her to begin to develop the skills from her Sakebi clan heritage that her mother was famous for – the ability to talk anyone into anything. However, she didn’t plan on following in her mother’s footsteps, and instead began to dream of using her abilities to better help the world and change it into a better place.
During the periods of time that her brother had to be gone from her she found herself training endlessly; pushing herself past limits that most people could only dream of surpassing. She turned herself, in a sense, into a prodigy of sorts.
During one of these training sessions of hers while her brother was gone a Jounin from Yokuchigakure stumbled across her and realized the child’s potential: she was quickly enrolled into the Academy. From there she soared even faster: quickly surpassing those who had been enrolled in the Academy far longer than her. At just the age of ten years old she graduated and became a Genin.
Her training didn’t stop there, however, and when not busy spending time with her brother or off on missions she continued to train and grow her skills even greater than what they were: she was promoted to Chuunin within the year.
Amethyst continued to push herself; refusing to allow yet another rank up to cause her to be cocky – as she was anything but. More missions were gone on, the level of danger for herself and her squad she was assigned to rising. It was during one of these missions that Amethyst found herself going above and beyond to safe her squad who had been captured by a name named Brute. Using the skills her mother had begun to teach her since she was a very young child she was able to eventually talk him out of not only killing her friends, but she was  also able to talk him into releasing them.
Once her friends were free the man, Brute, was captured and taken into custody. When tale of her ability hit the higher ups ears Amethyst found herself being promoted once more to Special Jounin – and on her thirteenth birthday to boot.

RP Sample: Amethyst stared out of her bedroom window while trying to catch a glimpse of what sort of animal had just made that strange sound. Strange sounds were nothing new in the desert, and given what Amethyst used to due for a living, it shouldn't have scared her. She had taken the lives of more people than she could count; and yet she was terrified nonetheless of a simple unknown sound.
"Hnnn.", came a soft whine of a sound from her.
She laid back down flat in her bed and pulled the blanket up and over her face. Perhaps if she couldn't see her window, and the scary creature who made the scary noises happened to peak in, he wouldn't be able to see her. Childish, really. But, it made her feel better. At least... until the sound came again. She could of sworn it sounded closer and it was enough to have her bolting out of her bed. Bare feet slapped against the wooden floor as she ran to her door and threw the thing open.
The light from the hallway poured into her room as she hurried down it and to the door-less doorway that led to the living-room. She ran through it, through the living-room, and dive bombed the couch, hiding behind the slightly older male seated there. "There's a monster trying to get me.", she explained while covering her face; if she couldn't see it then perhaps it couldn't see her.

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