Name: Akane Arashi
Nickname/Alias: ‘Whore’, ‘Bitch’, ‘Ship Wrench’, ect.
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Age Appearance: 25
Sexuality: Lesbian, preference
Village: N/A
Birthplace: N/A
Organization: Cruel Knave Pirates
Clan/Kekkei Genkai (or hiden): Explosion (Bakuton: Lightning+ Earth)
Rank: A
Position:Cannon Brigade General
Chakra Nature: Fire (Katon), Lightning (Raiton), & Earth (Doton)
Additional Appearance Details: Akane is a mature and muscular woman, with her height at 177.8 cm (5’10”). Her body frame is slightly thicker than most showing her skills lie in strength rather than speed, muscles built up to push out more power than they originally look to be capable of. Her skin is dark chocolate and her eyes are a cinnamon red, the color flowing well to give her a hardened look to fate's cruelty. The woman’s dark brown hair reaches down to just her shoulder and is often in a tight braid, her bangs held back by a blue, grimy head rag. About her neck is a collar worn since her imprisonment at sixteen, becoming both a reminder of her past as well as protection against any cocky mate itching to cut her head from her shoulders. Unlike her collar, which is made of a strong western metal, her large earrings are made of lighter weight bronze. Underneath her clothes, her flesh bears evidence of the Cruel Knave’s crew punishment and horrors. These scars range from where the chains chaffed to whip burns, each one a faded memory across her dark complexion.
During her time on the ship, and for better mobility, Akane long ago worked herself out of wearing dresses and ended up hobbling together an outfit suitable for a crew mate. Most of it was hand-me-downs from dead or murdered mates over the course of years. Her outfit has seen better days as they are stained by the sea air, sweat, blood and worse, giving them a dull hue in color.
Her clothing fashion is similar to
this , but with a few alterations. The belt on the waist isn’t here, instead the top layer shirt goes all the way to her waist and covering any skin exposure without crippling her movement.
History:Not many children could say their lives rolled with the sea’s rocking waves since birth, but Akane could. The child of a shinobi ninja and normal man, both assigned, on a voyage to explore the vasts seas. Lovers since childhood, they were married and took to the given task with hope and adventure in their hearts. Akane’s mother became pregnant within the first few weeks of the voyage's preparations and nine months later she came along, her life spent on the deck of a rolling ship where the sea’s cruelty and compassion was always present. Akane was always taught that life, much like the sea, was sometimes tranquil and generous one moment and cruel and merciless the next. This fact become inescapable the day Locke Wind’s ship raided her family’s vessel. That day would sear in Akane’s memory while her father was killed in action defending their ship, and her mother and her lives were tossed into the stormy clutches of Locke Wind and his crew.
In the bellows of the Cruel Knave, Akane learned in the worse way how a man could rip out his own pleasures from a woman’s body. Her body passed from Locke himself down to the bilge rats in the lower ranks. It took weeks to mend the physical traces, but the scenes twisted and unfolded every night within her memory. At the age of eighteen, her emotions and mental state were crippled at best. Needless to say, it left her scarred to intimacy towards the opposite sex. She fared much better than her mother who ended up passing away after one of the men’s successions got out of hand. She watched her mother die from infection and fever, forcing Akane to promise she would do whatever it takes to survive.
To Locke’s crew, she was merely property from spoils that thankfully gained less attention after she was ‘deflowered’ by the captain. To survive and not be casted into the sea, she applied herself to learning tasks like cooking, cleaning the captain's quarters, served the meals, and even aided the surgeon in holding the mates down after the lucky ones were merely injured in combat. These small tasks would later add strength to her limbs, improve her skills in the future. However, the physical and mental abuse continued on until she managed to make her first kill and become officially part of the crew. An abled bodied seaman of lower rank had tried to out drink her which he failed miserably. Angry at being bested by a female, he tried to force himself on her and remind her of her place, his action finally the last time she could bare to endure. When her hands wrapped about the drooling pirate pawing into her breeches, ready to enjoy himself, her hands gripped his jaw and head back then ripped it roughly to the side to snap his neck. The bad part… she hadn’t snapped it well enough. Instead of an instant death, something she expected after trying to mimic it from memory, he merely slumped over into one of her legs and mumbled inaudible words. This caused her to panic as her eyes lifted to see Locke Wind appeared, his face studying her work with glossed over eyes. His first words startled her, mentioning she had done it wrong. When he took a step toward them making Akane jumped and dropped the helpless man upon the deck where Wind snatched the unfortunate man. Unceremoniously, he then tossed the victim overboard with a loud splash. He left her to meditate over what she had done wrong that night much to Akane’s relief.
Only a month passed when she saw her first combat onshore. It was while she was down in the kitchens, she was informed by the Gunnery mate she was to gear up and be ready to join the shore party. Shocked, she had little choice but to follow orders. It was her first official taste of combat and nearly her last. She was among the few still standing when the village they were attacking was burned to the ground.
During the drunken celebrations, one of the mates started to return to their old ways. The fact she had killed one of their mates was slowly fading and again, he started to become too touchy for her liking. Akane’s reaction was simple. She ended up sending the pirate down on his knees when she jerked up her leg and crushed it against his pelvis, ending the urge swiftly. Akane snatched up the rum bottle then took a heavy draft while she walked away from the crumbled man. This simple action only provoked future fights which she used get her point across, her reputation growing with each one. It continued towards her twenty-first birthday,her victories boosting her confidence and showing her the only way to survive was become stronger. At this time, there was only a select few in the crew and captain Wind himself who could end up outmatching her, usually reaping their reward with her body. Much to her relief, Wind had slowly lost his lustful nature with his desire to become immortalized in the memory of the world.
A few more years went by and she had gained an authoritative role among the crew, sometimes earning the glares or respect of others. She was often responsible for shaping up the new recruits and showing them the ropes. Among combat, her power was widely known among her shipmates earning her the name of ‘Deep Red Tempest’ since her style was ferocious and leaving blood in her wake. It wasn’t a surprise because she had been improving her fighting style since she was nineteen, either through others or by herself. In recent years, she’s noted something disturbing with Captain Wind. His judgement, whims, and habits gradually altered over the course of a few years causing her concern for her future. It didn’t help about a small percent of the crew had began whisperings about fleeing the tyrant’s grip during battle. A fact she, herself, was starting to understand though she knew there was no where else to go. She doubted any village would be willing to harbor an ex-pirate and any peace she might’ve gained outside Wind’s gasp, wouldn’t last long.
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