♠♠History
Expand for a giant wall of text! Mariko was born the child of nomadic ninjas traveling through out the Country of Rain prior the establishment of Sunagakure. She was 7 at the time when her parents and several other nomadic ninjas would go from small town to town sneaking into houses and stealing what they needed for their tribe to survive. Mariko was never involved in any of these hit and runs due to her age and inability to run away if she was ever caught. Mariko's family set up camp on the outskirts of the deserts to rest up for the following day. Unfortunately for them, their campsite fell directly on the path several small villages were planning to use to migrate to the dessert to set up a larger village together in. For the most part, her tribe went unnoticed, but living in the lap of luxury after their latest heist came with a hefty price. A noblemen of the migrating travelers recognized the cold eyes of Mariko's parents as the thieves they were. Blood was shed that day, her family, her friends, all died before her as the criminals they were. The only among them that had no part in the mass burglaries was her. The head of the family who just slaughtered approached the young lady. "What's your name?" she trembled in fear for her life as she managed to let her words escape her lips, "M-Mariko sir.." the man looked down towards her and then to the rest of the bodies strewn across the hard rock floor and asked her "Do you know how to fight?" Mariko shook her head immediately, "Well then, do you know how to read?", again she shook her head. "Well your family cost us quiet a pretty penny in those heists they pulled. To pay off their crimes, you're going to be working for us, for the rest of your life, or die. It's your choice."
Mariko never forgot that day, every fine detail of what occurred remained in her memory. That one lie she told gave her hope though. She was abused on a daily basis, hit and beaten when she did the slightest thing out of order. When she was of age, she was raped and used as nothing more than a sex toy for her new masters who showed no sympathy towards the daughter of thieves. She did know how to read though, a skill passed down to her by her father. The cupboards she dusted out were filled with scrolls about ninjutsu and chakra. She was too afraid to take anything she learned into practice though. The threat of her new masters constantly looming over her made it next to impossible to attempt any of this ninjutsu. While cleaning the house she discovered upon a hidden compartment in the wall, that when pulled out revealed a large scroll. She tucked it back inside, and waited for her masters to fall asleep before returning to it though.
At 3 AM she sneaked back into the house reopening the secret compartment. Within the scroll she found an even more advanced technique labeled 地怨虞 (lit. Earth Grudge Fear). Reading the details of the technique, she found out that it was a forbidden technique that granted immense power and even immortality to those who wield it. But using such technique would brand the user as a criminal for defiling the very laws of nature. It only seemed suiting to her, being the orphan daughter of criminals who were slaughtered for doing what they had to do to survive. She took the scroll and ran outside in the middle of the dark with a single candle. Unraveling the rest of the scroll she saw patterns of kanji of the likes she's never seen before. The instructions seemed morbid to say the least. it said that she had to slice her body from her forearm to the tip of her middle finger and place it against the scroll as a blood sacrifice. She knew that if this didn't work like it said it did, she would bleed out and die. But she would rather do that then continue living the way she was. Mariko took the kitchen knife she stole and slit her arm with one clean cut to the finger whilst holding in screams of agonizing pain she slammed her wounded flesh against the scroll as the tears rolled off her cheek. She felt her self bleeding out and ready to pass out, all hope she had leaving her body in the form of blood.
The scroll's kanji flashed purple as she felt the paper attach to her open wound. The chakra infused inscriptions on the scroll traveled across the paper and creeped their way inside the open flesh wound leaving the scroll completely blank. She gagged for breathe as something wicked traveled inside that wound, her body starting to no longer feel like her own, but she sensed that she was in control. Her muscles and veins slowly blackened into tendrils and filled her skin as if it was a suit. She could feel her organs vanishing, her hunger, her thirst, what made her human was being mutated by this scroll's curse. By the time the contract was completed, she stood up as her wound closed itself up with the tendrils that filled her flesh. Her heart still pumping, she felt alive, in a way she never had before. These millions of tendrils within her seemed to be fully under her command. Mariko released them from her finger tips and sharpened them to the point where each single tendril was lethal at the right speed. This was the power that she has been deprived of for so long.
Headed back up to her masters bedroom as she performed the one technique she's been practicing all through out her imprisonment. The one that would prevent them from killing her the way those monsters killed her family. She utilized 土遁・土矛 (Earth Release: Earth spear) for the first time in it's full form. No longer was she practicing it just on her finger, but this time on her entire arm. With it, her skin turned black and she thrust her fist against the door of her master's bedroom. The noblemen woke up and stared at her slave. His fury lighting up his eyes with fire as he charged towards her after picking up his katana from underneath the bed. His last words "YOU ROTTEN BRAT!" before she held her hand out towards him and sent her thousands of thin tendrils shooting out towards shoulder Caught completely off guard, she sliced his arm clean off his body. His katana flung from his hand and right past his wife's face who was currently cowering in the corner. Mariko remained silent while her master blood raising out of his throat gargled his screams for help. Stoically, she wrapped her tendrils around his remaining wrist and ankles, stretching his body out to it's limits as he felt his muscles tare as she pulled his limbs out further. Her hand other hand reached forward as more tendrils spilled out towards his body. She swung her hand up and with that command the tendrils tore through his manhood, and forced it inside his own body. His eyes rolled behind his head as she forcibly thrust the tendrils in and out of the hole she was making where his genitalia once existed. She couldn't tell if he killed him or if he just passed out from the excruciating amount of pain, but she didn't feel the satisfaction she was looking for. She slung the tendrils out of his body leaving a gaping wound that started spilling blood, and then intestines. She took the tendrils soaked in blood and seamen and rammed it into his neck, cutting through it in one clean slice. She didn't even notice his wife screaming, but it didn't matter because her tendrils that decapitated her husband continued towards her neck. The noblemen's wife's head was soon rolling on the floor next to her lifeless body. Her work was done.
She packed whatever scrolls she could in her former master's travelling bag along with the heads of him and his wife to be there to assure her that she has avenged her family. After collecting the gold from the safes she walked down to the lower floor and collapsed the foundations of the building before walking out and watching it crumble upon itself. There at that moment she met the Kami No Okiniiri. They briefly interrogated her about what had happen, and she started recognizing them as nothing but an enemy. Her tendrils came bursting out her back as they pushed her off the ground and loomed over the Kami No Okiniiri. They simply stared at her and nodded towards each other and back towards her. "You're one of us, if you wish to have true purpose in this world, you will join our struggle." She absorbed these words on a much deeper level than they could imagine. It was true, after she avenged her family's death, she no longer had anywhere to go, or a purpose to serve. So she dropped to the floor bringing her tendrils back inside her body, agreeing to join them in their purpose in an attempt to create an identity of her own.
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