[hider=Fumi][b]Name:[/b] Fumi

[b]Race:[/b] Human

[b]Age:[/b] 21

[b]Sex:[/b] Female

[b]Appearance:[/b] Hailing from the desert, Fumi has caramel colored skin and dark auburn locks of hair, curled into something of a mane around her head. Her face is freckled, her green eyes wide, and her ears pierced with light green, metallic colored earrings. Her figure is thin and breasts practically nonexistent. While she normally likes a variety of clothing styles, for the exam she's offered for a light green T-shirt with a kind of cute lizard mascot, a denim skirt, and a baggy black sweatjacket that's often tied around her waist.

[b]Personality[/b]
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[*]Strengths: Affectionate, loyal, generous
[*]Weaknesses: Wrothful, insolent
[*]Motive: Wants to find a lost sibling.
[*]Morals: Refuses to abandon a child in need.
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[b]Biography:[/b] Fumi left her parent's world when she was six. They would leave the world when she returned six years later. She choked the life out of them with her bare fingers, one at a time. It was only fitting. Her father was a typical working man, good with his hands. Built houses. Came from a broken home and built another one by knocking up a local girl before either of them were ready. Societal norms forced them together, and they thought they could make it work. But times were tough for everyone, let alone a couple of teens. The Kulph Desert was ever expanding, and Pontiph resisted growth, stagnating as those at the top were more concerned with deepening their pockets, poverty rate increasing as their towers grew. Pontiph became a den for resentment, but while most looked up at those towers, Fumi's parents, who had only themselves to blame, came to resent the product of their mistakes. Her actions were too often met with verbal assault, while acting out was met with a hand as firm as iron. Fumi couldn't win by their laws, so she left to make her own.

Fumi found none to support her; by her own choice. Though she couldn't put it into words, she had a conceptual understanding of power. Her parents had only been able to treat her that way because they'd been in a position of power over her. So she avoided authority: police, social workers, teachers, most adults... they too had power over her. But she didn't want to seek her lessers either. She found her peers: street rats. Children with no one else to turn to. Initially, they rebuked her: it was a fearful and competitive field, but Fumi picked up on the potential. The fastest way to a heart was a stomach, so she stole. And after extending a hand full of bread, she found a following, forming a gang of her new brothers and sisters. They wouldn't live by any laws but her own. One: brothers and sisters above all else; asking for help from or siblings is expected and encouraged. Two: you can always deny a request for help. Three: as long as the first two rules are met, you have absolute freedom.

Fumi lived by example, helping her Siblinghood as much as possible, and setting a few unwritten rules in the process, like an aversion to anything that would incriminate the whole group. But seemingly at the whims of her siblings, she fought, stole, bartered, built, destroyed, some even say she killed. Though she claimed their group had no true leader, anyone looking in could tell it was otherwise.

But children had to grow. Years passed with The Siblinghood serving as a minor crime group in Pontif, taking in any downtrodden without those they could truly call family. As Fumi reached adulthood, and they brought in brothers and sisters even older than her, The Siblinghood was no longer a band of children. Despite their criminal acts, their reputation for being receptive to the whims of children would never stop being their core philosophy.

But no person or group is unstoppable. Fumi's wroth meant that those who crossed her would see little remorse, so turf wars were not incentivized. But in her greatest failure, she lost one of her little siblings. He just vanished, and no one had any idea where. Months of searching and nothing turned up. She'd had losses before, but none so baffling. It consumed her. It [i]ruined[/i] her. She'd faced her failures, but none that had refused to give her a way to respond. She [i]had[/i] to find him, no matter what. And if there was one thing she knew, it was that a Hunter could find anything. After months of preparing, well, The Siblinghood was made to function without a true leader, and it would survive her absence as she made her goal the Hunter Exam.

[b]Abilities:[/b] From years of running around the desert city in her large crime ring of small criminals, Fumi has well rounded physical capabilities, having notable agility, endurance, and strength, built from treating the buildings as a jungle gym. Her fingers in particular are both stunningly strong and deft: capable of breaking wood with her grip and smashing softer stones or bending some metals, while also being capable of pulling of the occasional slight of hand. Though she's no charlatan, she's got some skill at pick pocketing and lock picking. Beyond that, she has a fairly good intuition with people and a hefty dose of street smarts, though she won't be writing any dissertations any time soon.[/hider]