Nayami Lich kings daughter

Character Information:
Name: Nayami

Alias: the destined child

Gender: female

Age: 8

Weight: 76 pounds

Height: 4 feet

Clan: mugi'ousha clan

Looks: Nayami has a pure black hair color that hangs below her shoulders and looks very well groomed. It curls up at the end and matches her light blue eyes, which resembles ice. She is about five foot four and weighs around one hundred and five pounds for quick movement. Her skin is a light tan. She has light pink lips and sharp teeth like a vampire but most of the time she wears lipstick, usually a brighter pink or a darker red, depending on her mood. Her finger nails are also painted a light blue to match her eyes.

For attire, she usually wears long fishnet stalkings that go up to her thighs and are black. On those, she wears a pair of black socks and dark blue platform shoes. She wears a dark blue small skirt that goes to the end of her thigh, just abit smaller though. For shirts, she wears a pure black tube top also.

Nayami is a beautiful girl, there is no denying that. She is a vampiric queen, a very powerful member of the Vuxenpaia clan and her apperance and clothes reflect this at all times, even when it seems it doesn't. Her looks bely so little about her age, almost nothing at all in fact. She is much older then she looks, in fact a full decade ahead of her looks. It seems odd, but it still is something that seems to belong to the vampire queen as well as those around her, as they never die of old age.. althought wounds never seem to be off limits. She seems barely out of her teen years, when in fact she is much older then the looks would let others percieve.. hitting her thirty first year of human life.

Her hair is a silky black, flowing and ever so tangible, an incrediable veil and an important part of her beauty, the locks ever so well kept. Their length is remarquable, reaching up to her mid back. It is well kept, always seen as an elegant coiffure, accenting that beauty of hers even more. The rich blackened color seems to lighten her skin color, and help makes her inherrant beauty come out even more, as she is easily able to charm people with her looks alone, if they are suceptible to that kind of manipulation. Her eyes are a mesmerizing thing, a color that seems rich and absolutely stunning, like all or most of her clan members. They are a blood red, dark, seeping, lost and mysterious, a sort of glow hanging around them, pulsating within her orbs. The simple shade of the red that she posses is something that seems to be attractive, althought most would be in fear, seeing how often red eyes are shunned and feared for the very qualities she posses. They seem to be so strange for such a person and yet fitting to her name, as they are simply of the richest blood red that seem to be around.. and their captivating glow, that strange, mysterious glow that seem draw people in, towards her... and under her. That single gaze, it seems to show so much, even as the dark eye make up she wears accents it excellently. But yet, that is not all she posseses, even if it is one of her most remarkable features. Her skin is a beautiful pale peach, almost ivory. It is smooth and sometimes, when the sun hits her figure just right, it seems as it glows, it glows with the power of her bloodline within her. The skin is slightly tougher then seemingly human one, but yet it is supple, allowing her the great amount of movement that comes naturally with her bloodline and heritage. Her full lips are always seen to be the shade of either dark red, or light red, the color of blood. It helps define them and gives them a more seductive look, as often she curls her lips into a smile, something that usually indicates that she is pleased.. the supple softness of them seem tempting as well. Her sharpest and most distinctive feature is her fangs, beautiful creamy white teeth that extend at her canines. They are the feature that everyone comments on the most, their curious nature often leading them close... close to her reach. She seems to move abnormally fast and her light built supports this with no objections, as she always seems to be walking on air. Her movements are graceful and gentle, but yet can have a hint of brutality if needed, a true queen. Benign, graceful, elegant, but cruel when needed, she uses her extra strength effectively, her wiry and feminine built not really letting show the true extent of her powers. She was made to look seductive, to attract prey to her, and her body supports that, being generous in both shape, and size. She is a well balanced and good looking woman, one easily ready for combat, making her one excellent kunoichi.

Her clothes are often simple, yet elegant when she is dressed in informal situations. Althought, at banquets, meetings, or battles, she dons a more fitting outfit for each ocasion, bringing out the three characteristics that she posses well. She becomes absolutely fitting then to her title, mayhaps given to her because of such ocasions. Her nomal outfit is rather simple in itself, beautiful and yet relaxed. She wears the basics of course, along with a pair of kunoichi shorts for comfort, a deep, black color of course. She has a knee high skirt on as well, it also being black in color, althought there's a more ovious tint of red to it as well, making it look positively gothic. There's also a line of lace at the bottom, the design seemingly like spiderwebs and also curving lines, a strange mix of both adding a gothic element to it. The woman also wears a simple halter top, strapless as well, just covering her apperance well enough, and it reaches to her hips, hugging her form nicely, leaving just a little flare as well. She ears long, fingerless gloves, that reach up to midway up her upper arm, just a few inches away from her shoulder, the same lacey design on it as well. She also has a very lose, shirt collar like neck corset, spanning gently, adding a gothic element to her casual clothing as well. In formal events of some sort, her outfit seems to change completely, showing her true title, accenting on the end statement. Her clothing is more often a regal dress, reaching and sweeping off the floor, the colors of black and blue fitting, as her red eyes show even more. The dress is a beautiful thing, almost corset like in the top, and the bottom sweeping and flowing, the material thin and light all the same. She looks absolutely stunning in this outfit as well, a more regal, and ancient beauty coming out so easily with her outfit. And finally, her last outfit. Her fighting garments. This truly takes the aspect of vampire, and puts it in elegance and grace. Nayami will be seen with a skirt that reaches to her mid leg, like in her casual clothing, but it is ruffled, and the ruffles have lace on them. Also, the skirt is split in the front, reaching half way up her calf. She wears black kunoichi shorts under them, her boots reaching knee high.. and sporting a long heel. Her top is a corset, blood red in color, a tank top under it to cover unsightly things. She is also seen to have a pouch on her lower back and the simple grace and elegance she is seen moving with is breath taking.

Sometimes, a deep, blood reddened flower is added to her hair, to add to her dark and mysterious apperance. What makes the flower so red has never been discovered as of yet. She also dons a pair of dangling earrings, the stones a shining, light ruby, the color almost hypnotic as well. She has been known to add ornate bracelets to her outfit, often brand like wrist cuffs with a single jewel imbeded in it. She has been seen with a pendant, the heart so blood red... it seems to hold something important to her as well, and a choker with strange symbols carved into the side are also meaningful to her as well. In all, these accessories make her apperance vampiresque as well, as her last piece is a ring with the kanji for Sei on it, the writting engraved and the color of blood, while the gem that the kanji is inscribed in is pure light blue, the ring a strange black color. It seems to be the most important thing to her, as no one is allowed to touch it...


Personality: Nayami is a flirty, even slutty kunoichi. Becoming Sannin at her young age can be considered a miracle, but she got there because of skill. Her idea of a good time is well, a night in bed, if you know what I mean. During her long run as Sannin so far, it has been uneventful, to her disliking. Only recently has she created a team of genin, which hasn't exactly been setup yet. Even in normal day situations, depending on what she wants, she has many ways to get it. Sucking up and flirting are only two of her best "skills" to get whatever that is. Usually she isn't the type of person to walk around and help people but sometimes if she sees something she likes(or someone), she might help the person for it. When she is bored, she usually goes out to find someone to have "quality" time with. Not much else can be said about Nayami tohugh, as she is mysterious at times she wants to be.

Nayami, being a Vuxenpaia, is expected to have mysterious, if not dark qualities to her personnality. Of course, the trend of female vampires is their flirty nature, one such were they charm and devour prey, a form of hunting they specialise in. However, being a human being, she still has qualities that could associated as feeling and human. She is not a machine, nor is she a monster, the woman is simply a person, with a complex personnality like most other people out there in the shinobi world.

Nayami, when seen in daylight, which is rare upon itself, is more often seen at a softer side of herself. Most would expect that she would be tenser and ready to fight, however that is not the case at all. Her bloodline is weaker in the light, and thus, the tendacies of her bloodline orientated nature are decreased.. she is more likely to be helpful and gentle during this time, which is the perfect occaision to hold a normal conversation with her, and ask for her help. Even with her darker nature, a promise made is one kept, so daylight is the best time to get her vow on something. Mostly, she tends to call guests in and spend some quality time with her friends, but if nothing is to be done, she will sleep, as all people must do at one point.

The Night. It is her playground, the area where she rules over so easily and without objections. She has a flirty and almost sluttish personnality during the night, a sharp contrast with her gentler day nature. She will find a likely victim and feed from them moderately, having amazing self control... however, she has a thin temper, and will strike back if she is insulted, physically or socially. Her feeding habits follow a cycle, she feeds once a week. However, all her victims have been left alive and no ill effects have come over them at any point in time. Also, the night is where she finds some company for her bed, or if she ends up by herself, she will brood and muse about the past, her self loathing and disrespect for her existance starkingly shown at that point.

No matter the time, when it is time to get down to it, she gets it done. As a Sannin, she feels responsible for the village and is frustrated at the fact that so little has happened to actually allow her to protect or guide it. So therefore, she decided to do something more with her life, something that would require her attention and her power... a team. She is dedicated to the village, willing to protect it at all cost, in a way, making a home for the members of her clan. Despite the fact that she prefers to distance herself from the people around her, she cares deep inside, and will completely become calm, wise and battle ready, her duty the only force able to reverse her attitudes, no matter the time of day or night.

Rank Information:
Rank: hokage

Village: konoha

Skill Information:
Skill Specialty:

Elemental Affinity: fire water earth and wind

Special Characteristics: she is the daughter of the lich king

Weapon of Choice: none

Jutsu

Name: disease controller
Rank: s
Type: nin
Element: none
Description: controls disease

Background Information/RP Sample:

History: Life is never as it seems, especially when someone lives for a long time. Life, such a precious thing, is barely given to those that exist, and yet, some take it for granted. Those that live a bare century decide the fate of the world simply because they think.. and they throw life away. We live much longer... well, in fact, we live for as long as one can, as long as we take what we need from this world, much in the manner of humans.. why is life so undoubtedly untresured in this world? That I barely know..

Parents.. a comidity that most experience in their lives, even if only half. However, nothing seems to connect in the life I have lived, to such an experience. My earliest memories do not contain any figures other then those of pain, and yet, I still feel as if something was missing. Why is my life so desolate, when I have never felt the warmth of my mother, or the gentle hand of my father? For my kind, there were several things that had to be done... but one thing stood clear from my readings. Some were more gifted then others.. and I remember certain things, when I allow myself to sleep, to dream as a human would. Warmth. All encompassing warmth, something that felt safe and natural.. something affectionate perhaps. But it was something that only traces in my mind, the absolute darkness providing no light of where I was.. I only knew I was safe. Perhaps it was the womb, I am not sure. Looking within the records, I have found my birth to be commonplace, the two people that were my parents nothing special.. no defining characteristics to be passed on to me, only boring, normal people, living on the island.. live stock? I was never sure, but yet.. I was differant from them, at the moment of my birth. Somehow I had been selected before I could even open my eyes... I must have been taken from the age of three, when I could begin to remember things, things that had no link with now or my so called life. Nay, and Ami. Two words, that have no meaning.. but yet, it composes my name itself, Nayami. Where they my parents? Nothing seemed to make sense, and I kept on yearning.. but for what, even with my knowledge, I cannot discover now.

I was barely five, barely old enough to understand the differance between emotions.. but they took me anyway. Pain became something that I lived with constantly, everyday, always there.. along with the fear, that deep anxiousness that inhabits a soul that is being put throught suffering. At that age, that was the time where I could start remembering things clearly.. a first memory is a sort of pain that inhabited my body, a fire that spread thought me as dark things came in and out of my body. That first memory.. it was pain. They wanted to make me afraid I assume, afraid of pain, afraid of living? I cannot understand their motives even now, as I just let my mind wander, and remember.. the experiements. Speed, strength, agility, mental prowess, survival tests.. anything and everything they could make me do. I was forced to run on tacts, the small sharp ends digging into my bare feet as I was forced to move foreward, to run longer and longer, further and further.. my blood leaving traces on the ground, my agonizing screams soon becoming only breathless pants, because they whipped me when I screamed. Soon enough, I could run faster and faster, slowly depassing those that whipped me into shape, my fear a great motivator.. they used that same fear in strength tests, where I was forced to lift heavier and heavier objects once I had mastered something of a certain weight. The soreness was not an excuse to stop, as another whip would fall on me, marking my mind forever.. everything they did was like that. Full of pain and suffering.. I remember the school, the classes. If I wasn't good enough, the ruler or the belt would beat mercilessly on me.. and all of this, everything, was observed and catergorized... and yet, I can still remember each time I failed so clearly, the feeling of fear, and rage overpowering at times. So many dark things, and yet, I am still here. Something most humans would be ashamed of admitting, I am sure.

But pain back then was nothing.. I had not suffered from the greatest of pains yet. That was something they were keeping from me, waiting until I got older... and I slowly was becoming a woman, having reached the age of thirteen. That's when pain took a whole new meaning to me. I had assisted to what they had done to others.. and I could only watch horrified, always taken away before the end of the ritual. The memories of each are blurry, it is difficult now to sort throught the chaos and remember each one I had seen.. and then there was the time. I would cry and kick, knowing that I was not like those beautiful creatures, being tortured so delicately, limbs ripped off.. I was never beautiful. I haven't had a mirror back then, but I would learn the truth soon enough. Pleading with my captors, they slowly tied me up, inch by inch, with chains, so that I wouldn't break them. I was shoved foreward, my head placed on a sort of table.. a sort of feeling as I yelled and screamed, I did not want something to happen to me like them.. they would kill me! I heard the swishing of instruments in the air... the sounds of death, as I screamed, fear running throught my body.. and then I felt it. Exploding within me, there was suffering, pain, hate.. anger.. all sorts of emotions ran throught my being, as my ritual was commenced. I could feel the teeth of the blade dig into my neck, sawing away as I screamed in agony.. and then I felt it, dettachement.. my head had rolled away, as I looked at my body, a picture of horror as blood spilled from the open neck wound. How could I survive such a thing! I could not think.. and yet I realised that I was alive. Something was strange, I could feel this prescence forming, but I was alive. Then I heard two voices, each as differant as their own, echo. Two voices? I could hear the gasp of my captors, as I saw from the pile of blood, two bodies slowly form... and then something inside of me reacted. One form glowed violently and lashed out, the captors releasing my body as their blood spilled on the ground.. I saw remaining blood tendrils touch my neck and feeling returned as I felt my perception shift right again. The shackles, the chains that bound me... they ripped off in a fury, as I finally saw the two prescences that I had created. One was beautiful, elegant.. a owl, floating gently in the sky a sort of fierce look to it as the feathers of red and pink glowed in the dark light. It seemed to be eery, floating over the corpse of the captors, almost as if waiting something else.. as I lifted myself from the weird contraption they had put me on, a tiger stood at my feet as I tried to understand... Aria, the owl, the one of winds that come slowly and then defeats the opponents in waves of sudden blaring fire. Helios, the tiger that stands passively and then summons tendrils of dark red water to protect and fight with.. both are as differant from one to another. But all that there was left.. I had to leave this place. To forget.. to live.

I could not remember this for a long time.. but two years had passed since my ritual.. which I now know as Nosferatu. But I could not remember anything from when I left.. until recently. At fifteen, I had decided enough was enough.. but strangely, I could not remember what had been done to me. That's when I rose, and left the island, seeking my way to a world that I thought I knew nothing about. But I remembered one thing clearly.. I never thought myself as beautiful. Then, as I soon left the island, something came to me.. the reflection of myself in another's eye. I was beautiful.. and that made me understand something then and there, but I couldn't pin it down yet. So I lived.. I moved from the village, my steps leaving the place of my birth, of my fifteen years of life that I could remember nothing of. That disturbed me, but even then, I did not care. I had to leave, the feeling of being pressured, the fear, the whole of those feelings that I felt during those years.. still there. At the time, I could only think of getting away.. and I fought for my freedom, living on nothing as I left during the middle of the day.. I just left without any of their approval, without anything else.. but yet, everything felt right. Why? That elation of leaving, that sudden feeling of release.. it mystified me for most of my life, even as I had now the taste of freedom...

From fifteen and on, I wandered. I lived on the road, moved with the flow of time, the appetizing scent of blood that invade my nostrils at every turn, the feeling of satisfaction as I drained my victims, their struggles weakening as I took away what they concieved to be worthless, just a liquid.. but to me, it was a life giver. And I slowly changed, becoming differant.. I did many things that not many would consider socially acceptable, for exemple, sleeping around with many men.. I had never found them quite to my tastes, particularly for drinking blood. Women and children were better, softer.. much more emotional and closer then men. I don't know why this seemed true to me, but their blood was sweeter to my tongue. So I lived... doing what I could to survive, my more then average human skills helping me carry on, even thought I wasn't supposed to be able to stay out of the island.. but to me, nothing mattered, as I lived life. I moved and I changed, something wonderous happening to me.. the familirity of the tale strikes me. I had found a human male, and slowly, I became.. obsessed with him, with how he was and such. That mystified me in a fashion, I had never become attached before.. so I began to track and follow this human, as he slowly became aware of me. I, in my intense zeal, had not noticed this, until the day he corned me.. I remember it so well. The walls were high, twillight was almost ending, when his hands slammed onto the wall beside me... And then, there was something in between us, something I had not felt before.. a sort of tension. I slowly lost life, drinking only from him and never to my hunger, only enough to sate it temporarily. Why was I so obssessed with this simple human mortal, I would wonder, my hands at his throat while he was sleeping. So vunerable.. so breakable. But that is an old tale, nothing that could be understood.. but I fled, the images of his broken eyes haunting me as I ran. Never again, seemed to be my motto.

Whilst I ran from the darkness of my new memories, I searched for a place to belong, somewhere to be.. three years of new memories, three years on my own was enough. But I didn't want to go back to that place.. that horrible island. So I searched.. and came upon the pillars of stone, the village that would be my home. My steps would lead onto the path of hardened rock, and I would feel.. safe. Then the guards stopped me, I just claimed to go to the kage. It was time for me to do something for myself. Eventually, I convinced the Tsuchikage, I learned he was called, to let me into the village.. and I started to serve it well, to grow with it. I climbed up in the ranks, becoming stronger, and much more in control.. as I looked for my clansmen. Then I found her, a seemingly twin sister amongst all the chaos.. Sunade. From there, I slowly began to gather those of us that wanted to flee the island to this village.. but they were still free to continue to wander. I grew into power, my strength being something that helped me rise to the top with almost no reservation. But I could see what was happening.. and I did nothing, as I let events run their course. But eventually, I was one of the strongest of the village... I was a Sannin. That was my honor, something that was definning to me... something amazing. Althought there were the JinOokami, I bear them no ill will... and time moved on.

It is all boring.. day in day out, I am here, doing nothing. Perhaps it's time to become a moving force again, to impart my touch on the world.. and to show the younglings that Iwagakure was not something that would die without a fight.

Rp Sample: That scent. Again. It was tantalizing, drawing me nearer and nearer.. I couldn't help it, I wanted that blood. But there was something just about this.. meal, that prevented me from doing so with no objections. With this mortal. I was not immortal, but I knew I would live that much longer then he, or then the she he was visiting. I could feel a flare of some sort of emotion blayze up in me, and I snarled, my eyes narrowing at that girl.. the way he was playing with her. I could tell that he wasn't serious, but that she was.. and my blood was boiling. I knew whom I would feed on tonight, as my mouth curved into a smirk.. fangs gleaming gently, my eyes sparkling. I would not be spured this time.. and slowly, as I followed them throught the day, I noticed the signs of him being uncomfortable... it was because of her. She would definately not live throught tonight. That girl.. was making my obsession uncomfortable, and that could not be left to chance. But twillight was coming.. and he escorted her home. Such a gentleman.. and for a single moment, as I creep into the alley beside him, I could taste something new on the air. Determination and then I could only gasp, as my frame was sent against the wall, pinned there by hands upholding themselves on the sides of my head, and I felt it.. warmth, heat, a sort of strange scent.. but I knew that scent, and I breathed in, taking that delicious scent in.. that feeling of warmth the surrounded me, as I stared at the one that was holding me here, in this position. It was him, the one I had been tracked with, obsessed with. Why did I come so readily to his scent, my body trembling just the slightest. I realise now that I may know his movements, his habits, but I had never gotten to hear his voice, nor to see his eyes. Brown hair that was cut short, but still long enough to ruffle in a sort of adorable style, something that made me want to ruffle it. Those tendaces of things I wanted to do.. it scared me. Hazel eyes gazed back into mine, deeply, something in them as I looked back with my own crimson ones, at least, that's their color from what I've seen. Why does this man.. make me so strange to him, all too strange? Then, it was almost hesitant, but his lips opened.. this tension in between us, I never understood what it was when I would smell it on the males and females.. but I was feeling it now, right? It was strange, but then, I could see those lips, so peach, moving, and I could finally hear his voice.. soft, smooth, tranquil, I loved it. Those words.. exquisite, simple, delightful. I wanted more, that voice was about as addictive as his smell, as I responded to him, not really wanting to stop our words just yet. But he was still here, close to me, close to my being.. that girl was driven out of my mind by his simple physical presence, the need to feed not the dominant feeling at this point. There was another need, one that I had never felt to accomplish, except for the first time.. that pain was bearable, and the times after that started to blurr. But he.. I don't know what I am feeling, and that bothers me. He spoke again, and I smirked at him flashing my teeth towards him, a sort of motivator. My lips opened to speak again, but in mid sentence.. his lips were on mine, as he pushed me up against the wall. Temptation.. drawn in close, and unable to stop. I kissed back, as I fell to it as well, this thing, this tension between us all too strong to resist. It was something that I could not surrender.. something I would not give away. He was mine to keep...

Another day. But it was differant this morning, as I felt the prescence beside me stirr, my smile wide as I looked upon his figure.. he was so fragile, as a finger ran softly down his face, my body already upright. That weary smile of his, it was so strange to feel the affects of it, as I leaned in close and gave him a peck on the lips. Strange, how my body moved, and my mind observed, like a stranger. At least, that's how I felt, as I gave a small sound as he pulled me suddenly to him, holding me tight. ''Don't flee'' was the only words he spoke then, the ones muttered so softly that even I barely heard them. Did he know of me? I wasn't sure at all, as suddenly, he pushed my head, fangs at his wrist.. then the smell hit me, that intolerable smell, my hunger rising faster then a hurricane. Blood, russlets of the red life giver, drifting out, as I just let my lips attach themselves to it, drinking. So sweet, so magnificient, so pure.. this blood almost seemed to be singing my name, to want me to suck him dry.. but if I did that now, it wouldn't be good at all, now would it? Soon enough, I knew that I had to stop.. too soon in my opinion, but I stopped, slowly sealing his clumsy cut with my tongue, kissing it lovingly almost, as I straightened again.. a spot of blood on my cheek, as he whiped it away, and placed his fingers in my mouth, my tongue lapping up those traces of blood.. the tip of his fingers pressing against my fangs. But it was fine, I did not mind any of this, as it felt so good.. and then he had to leave, and I just smiled. I was not a creature of the day, I was not to be exposed, and he knew that. But I followed him all the same, and he knew this.. I knew the convictions. Then why did I feel murderous each time anyways? But he came back to me.. even thought I promised nothing to him, he still came back, each time. It was almost as if I made him real, as if I was able to breathe him into a reality, into a person. Why did this make me feel alive, as I watched him constanly, a single question at my lips.. just one that would come to him constantly, and he would never answer it, not once.. but it was our ritual, my one question. ''Can you feel it?'' was all I would say, that one question that was never answered, even now, in my mind, as I feel the dream coming closer and closer to the end.. no, I didn't want this to end, I didn't want to see it. Anything but that ending.. I could feel the fear building up even more, my mind trying to break free from this dreamed memories, the things I had been running from, as I felt the ring being placed on my finger, and my smile widenning as I drank from him.. and we preformed our last dance, the last entanglement of our time together.

The figure would spring up, breathing harshly, as hands of white ran thought the mass of tangled hair, black strands contrasting with the white walls. Harsh breaths came out of her mouth, slightly opened, as her body shook. But she was still enthralled, trapped, the memory finishing in her mind, as she twisted, her body trying to move away from the pain that would hit her.. it was tragic, almost, but yet nothing seemed wrong at the same time. A small cry escaped her lips, and then those hands fell away at her sides, hitting the bed with a soft thump, as a smirk decorated those lips, white fangs gleaming in the white moonlight. A small laugh fell, sounding nearly insane, and yet not, the only sign of emotion so far.. as her body fell back, the eyes having been closed the whole time. The dream had ended, the memories have faded.. and the gray clouds of her mind covered up everything, her body relaxing, as the maid came by, cleaning.. not disturbing the mistress, before leaving again. The sunlight passed by, a few twistings and turnings, the sense of imminent twillight and awakening coming, as the female slowly would rise from her sleep.. But a few words escaped those lips after that maid left, but before her awakening, words that held all the meaning in the world to the female form, the ring on the desk gleaming in the slow coming twillight. Words that only she would ever hear, and never recieve the answer to, no matter how much she tried to come up with one. That answer would forever elude her, no matter how much the female tried, and the vampiress knew it, something still driving her on all the same. But those simple words, if heard by anyone, would be enough to make them stop, and listen, no answer coming to their lips.. as they were as afraid as he, afraid of flying, and afraid of losing their minds to her... words, that could mean nothing more, but felt so much more powerful. Her one question, that would be unanswered.. forever as she lived.

''Can you feel it?''
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Nope not allowing an 8 year old. Hokage or Sannin. You barely learn how to multiply and divide at 8 let alone kill S-ranked shinobi. Please make the age roughly 30 years or more.

The spot of Hokage is open and you may have that postion except if you are going to be the daughter of the Lich King i would hope that your character wouldn't join him and destroy Konoha from the inside. Not only would that be a cheap shot to Konoha but also unfair to it's members.

As a Kage you will want more jutsus. No more than 25 jutsus though. As i said in your clan section i would like more description on your jutsu as well.

ok I agree to your terms
It will take some time to reconfigure everything