Ai Jiao

Blood

• The Start

  Blissfully unaware, you stumble upon a woman. What did you know about her? If you could read her files, her past was blank, but her name, age, and quirks were in there.
  
  Name: Ai Jiao Huaxing
  Age: 17
  Gender: Female
  Mental Conditions: Personality Symptoms of Disorder, Anxiety
  
  Anything else was either ripped away from the file or entirely erased from all documents.

• Of Her

  Physical Attributes

  Strength		Dexterity
  Constitution

  Mental Attributes

  Intelligence

  Wisdom

  Other Attributes

  Charisma

  Basilisk's Touch ~ Poison

• New Poison

  ~ History ~
  
  It started with two, as did any story. Between a Samurai man and Ninja woman, a creation was born. The Samurai man, Aoi was a handsome man with short, scruffy hair. He was not the traditional samurai, where they would have long hair, but he did have the features of a European man. How, one may ask? He was born from a different country, and was adopted by a Japanese couple. They raised him to be honorable. They raised him to have wisdom beyond ages. That's when he found a Chinese woman, a ninja, not typical, just like him. They both had clashing personalities, but maybe that stubbornness was what drove them together. The woman's name was Mei. Aoi had forgotten his birth name, and adopted Aoi as his adopted parents gave him. Mei, sparked a new interest in his world. And although the Chinese and Japanese had some quarrels, he didn't care. His adopted parents did not shame him, however negative they felt. But they blessed his marriage.
  
  Time came by, and they had a child. Yet, that child fell under a curse. She became addicted to the darker imaginations than what a casual kid would really have. Her depression was a bit of a bummer for everyone, and she began to shut everything on the outside away. Her name? Ai. Ai Jiao. She had tiger orange eyes, sometimes shading to a deep chocolate brown. At this point, she wanted to find something to long for. Something to search for besides love. She had no love. Only repressed hate. Hatred for the world treating her different because of the curse she bears, as a more psychotic mind. Then, she was enlisted to a ninja academy. Her parents thought it would be best for her, and before they could congratulate her entry, they suddenly were murdered.
  
  Remembering to come home that one day, where she was just wanting to be with her parents. To tell them her proud moment. Only to be savagely torn by an eternal imaginary scar that could never let her win ever again. So here she is now, coming close to graduating, with silence to just use to ignore others. Will someone get her to open up?