Doll Miraju

--Basic info

In-game Name:  Doll Miraju

Real character's name: Miraju no Iyashi Sachiko

Age: 21

City of birth: Village hidden in the leaf - Konoha

Clan: Miraju no Iyashi, often shortened to Miraju.

Profile picture: ( not finished! Will re-do this on the computer as soon as I get the chance to! This is an old character I drew so ignore the suna symbol for now!! C: )

--Personality

Traits: She would always stand up for another, and would go far to prove such. The girl being a medic perfectly compliments her personality. 

Flaws: The girl has a short temper, and once it's lit, there's little that can stop her from spouting out what she feels. 

--Background:

The young girl's clan didn't originate from the village hidden in the leaves. But they lived far away, along the borders of the land of herbs. Their life wasn't perfect, but they were able to supply themselves with all their needs. Namely food, water, and shelter. During the clan wars they had tried to remain neutral, but that didn't prevail. Thiefs, murderers, and other scum plagued their lands for far too long. Yet their heart remained with their homeland and they refused to move or seek shelter. Until that dreadful night. Marked by the clan as the darkest day in their history. The peaceful clan their houses were ravaged, their fields were burnt down, and their leaders were slaughtered, even children saw the sharp end of the blade and didn't live to tell the tale. Being a clan that mainly houses medical nin, they were rather defenseless. They didn't grow fighters, keeping a low profile had turned against them. 

The first Hokage ventured through their lands just a couple of weeks later only to find the onslaught that had taken place. He introduced them to the idea of working together for a greater cause. He had set up the village hidden in the leaves, and came with peace treaties. Offering the clan a place to start it all over. Left without much of a choise they accepted his offer and began to work towards their ultimate goal; reclaiming their homeland - the land of herbs. Yet as generations passed this slowly went forgotten by the new youth that had build up their lives in the village hidden in the leaves.

Now years later, the survivors had grown up and had settled down in the village. Still continuing to tell the story of those that came out of the desert and took everything they stood for, and loved. Inspriring their younglings to no end, even up to the point where they began to practice jutsu besides the Iryo-nin-lifestyle they had always had. Sachiko and her siblings became a genin at very young age and promised to practice their arts until they dropped. Which happened, in most cases. Sachiko had never been an easy learner, but she always took it to the next level. She studied until deep in the night. Fought until her knuckles bursted wide open. And trained until the last crumbs of her chakra. Fit? She was never fit. She often arrived late at school, but always got out of problems because of her good grades. Her life was far from perfect, it was hard, but she managed, and eventually turned into the genin we all know. Being more feisty than ever, the girl now marches on in the direction of a higher grade shinobi. Still training each and every day to prove herself, even though that isn't always an easy task. Because she is by no means a prodigy, and at this point the will of fire burns in her heart like an unstoppable inferno. Always searching oppertunities for the greater good. She had now become a part of society, like many other shinobi around her.

A year after graduating the young kunoichi was lost. She felt like she couldn't improve, and while she met several people she could count on. Her desire for more remained unsatisfied for months. She never got into a squad yet and then after the moment when her old teacher got exiled from their hometown, doubt never left the girls eyes. Her trust in humanity had taken a hit. It always nibbled on her consciousness. If shinobi that were way above her had issues like this. What was the point of pursueing all of that? Just to end up with empty hands? Her mind was clouded, always, as she continuously hid herself from reality, losing herself to her own good will. 'Then again, the process of become a mature shinobi wasn't easy. The process of losing your first comrades in war being even worse. That's not meant for anyone.' This was what she kept telling herself. She could only be pulled out of her crushed mindsetting by sheer positivity. Which was often provided by her sister or her friends around town. While far from happy at this point, she always pulled through. She had the very same issues as every other nin had after all, and everyone supported one another.

Not every nin is born without emotions. But as the years passed the young girl grew a barrier around herself. Being calm and collected, yet fiery when upset. Something that was left over from the way she grew up. Yet it was in no way a bad quality in her eyes. Letting your thoughts out is important. The girl slowly but surely grew up into a fine young lady that was well known with the rules. A fine person to generally be around. But also someone that is always on the tip of her toes, ready to punch anyone in the face that does something wrong. Figuratively spoken.. hehe. Her thoughts are strong that's why it's better for her to work by the book, or she would be a loose cannon. Yet she is always ready to stand by someone's side. Already having countless of missions on her name, she had turned a bit more into the medical unti she had always wanted to be. Yet obviously there was always room for improvement, after all she didn't even wear a chunin vest yet.