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Character Name :

Jos Milerwak Sertheon

Character Age :

Eighteen

Character Gender :

Female

Appearance :

Wavy, jet black hair a mangled mess ending just below her shoulders. The only eye visible is a deep blue with a slight hint of purple whilst the other eye is covered beneath a dark eye patch. Naturally her cheeks have a tint of pink, the same tone as her plump lips. Thanks to her mother's side of the family, she was bestowed the hourglass figure and a grand metabolism to keep it no matter how much food she guzzled down. Her curvaceous shape is clear for all to see due to the tight clothing she wears that reveals her large cleavage and her shapely legs. Anything black, purple, and pink can be seen on her at some point in time. The only article consistent with what she chooses to wear on her body is a white gold bracelet worn on her left wrist at all times. Stands at 5'7" and weighs 132 pounds.

Personality :

Sertheon is probably one of the biggest bitches that anyone can possibly meet in their lifetime. To those whom speak to her, she appears selfish, crude, and refuses to do anything for anyone unless it somehow benefits her. Short-tempered and impatient, Sertheon was never viewed ideal in groups, at least, not to anyone whom met her after the incident. Anyone who knew her beforehand knew her as a kind-hearted individual ready to die for her people, especially her loved ones, but she will always deny such accusations of her character preferring her negative persona. The only person she is kind to is her daughter, whom she keeps hidden from the world in fear someone will use her against her. To this little girl she is selfless, loving, and patient.

Character History :

Sertheon's parents were killed off when she was very young by an unknown killer, but it never seemed to affect her. They were rarely home, on missions by whomever told them to go on them... Truthfully? She had no idea. Each day she was given to a different neighbor or family member to watch her, though they all knew it mattered little; Sertheon had always been an independent child and all "watching her" meant was make sure she didn't get into any fights with the older children. Numerous battles were fought and, the majority of the time, she was the victor. Occasionally she was defeated, but all that meant to her was it was time to train harder and learn from her mistakes. At the age of fourteen... everything changed. Someone invaded her home in the middle of the night and, needless to say, it was how her child came to be. That day her heart fell into turmoil and she kept herself hidden, refusing to let anyone inside her home until the her daughter came into the world and she worked off all of the excess fat that came from the pregnancy. The little girl was kept inside, never to be taken outside of the home. All of the windows were boarded up to prevent wanderers from seeing her most prized possession. While she viewed her child as a gift she was also an enormous weakness, one that none of her enemies were granted the privilege of finding out. The birth was excruciating, Sertheon firmly believes there is no greater pain than giving birth to a child whose father defiled you. Biting down on a piece of leather prevented her from screaming and biting down on her tongue. When she felt the labor pains she made sure to gather what was needed to keep the baby alive. During the early months of her pregnancy, before it became evident she was to bare a child, Sertheon had questioned the mothers who had watched her what to do when it came to childbirth, in case she ever ran into a pregnant woman who needed her assistance just so she wouldn't need anyone when her baby chose to enter the world. She wasted a minute amount of time after the pregnancy before she engulfed herself back into her training rituals. Vigorously she trained then returned home immediately to take care of Milly, her daughter. Sertheon put most of her training into Genjutsus, adoring the thought of using illusions.

Objectives :

To protect her daughter at all costs, keep her a secret, and to become the ultimate illusionist.

Nindo :

"I am a rose with many thorns; beautiful to look at, but not worth your time to touch."