~A Clean Slate...Mishiru's Story~

Name: Mishiru
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Height: 5”4
Weight: 110 pounds
Village of Residence: The Chaos
Kekkai Genkai: Kilo-Kilo/Shock Stick/ Sticker Control
Bio: The waves crashed against the beach, washing away the last traces of the struggle. Washing away the last essence of Mishiru. Leaving her with a clean slate to start over again.

Mishiru. She gave up her last name a while ago. When her village betrayed her. The day of her 16th Birthday. Friday the 13th. Mishiru was sitting on the beach, messing around with her sticker collection. Her family approached her, her sisters glaring at her, her mother looking befuddled, and her father just…confused. “Wazzup, Family?” Mishiru asked, laughing. “Who died?” “….The Great Elder”. “Whoa. Really?” “You would know” her father snapped. “You killed him”. Mishiru blinked. “Wait, what?” She jumped to her feet just as Ai, one of her sisters, stabbed a blade were she had been sitting. “And now it’s our duty to kill you” she said, smiling sadly but smugly. Mishiru shook her head. “No way”. She took a small plastic-looking hammer from her pocket. “IT”S HAMMER TIME! VOLT HAMMER, MISCHEIF!” she cried out, an idiotic grin on her face. The hammer instantly got larger-way taller than the one wielding it. She spun it around once before running backwards-headed towards the water. She swung the hammer in it, then throwing it out, sending a wave of volt-charged water at her family. As they dealt with her attack, she minimized the hammer again, grabbed her sticker book, and stretched her neck. After enough stretching, gills rippled across her neck, her hands and feet going webbed. Smiling, she dived in, swimming away from her family. Someone in the village had framed her. And the village had believed him….Even her family had. Proved how much they ‘loved’ her. No way was she going back. She was going to start over again. The water had washed her slate clean.

Days later, she surfaced on land. Her gills and webbed parts wading, she gazed outwards. She had arrived. Wherever this was, it was the first pages of her new story would be written. The village was the Chaos. Her story has just begun.