Sakura "Fubuki" Yamoto

Full Name: Sakura "Fubuki" Yamoto
Gender: Female
DoB: 16/07/1990 - 24
Hometown: Boston
Height: 5ft 6
Weight: 54 kg
Defining features: N/A

Occupation and organization: FBI - Consultant
Area Assigned: FBI

Crinimal record Sakura has been involved in a number of incidents and questioned for anything from pickpocketing to murder. So far she's managed to keep herself from actually being charged with anything.

Personality: Sakura can be cold and ruthless when it comes to interacting with others, seeing every meeting as another part of the business. Calculating and analytical she doesn't like to let others get close to her and with a tendency for violence, being something of a pervert and general vindictive behavior not many want to.. Those that do manage to get close to her however will see that Sakura is actually very caring and always willing to do whatever is necessary to keep the people she cares about safe.

Likes: Blood, pain, inflicting pain, watching people suffer, being in the dark, those few that have earned her trust.
Dislikes: Being around others, dealing with idiots, too many sweets, not having somthing to do.

History: Sakura grew up with an abusive father and her mother died when she was 10. Afterwards her younger brother withdrew into the internet and Sakura went out into the town to see what she could do to earn a few bucks or just to vent.

Sakura found herself dragged into a gang and through her own hard work found herself gaining quite the reputation. This was however until Sakura decided to form her own group directly competing with her former "employers".  Now her former "employers" have caught up with her and in a bloody battle she finds herself alone. Turning to the authorities for protection in exchange for information she finds herself somehow on the right side of the law.

Rp Sample:
"Well, it's pretty simple, as you noticed. You choose a feeling from the chart-if you're feeling something negative, that is-and that should, hopefully, give us a jumping off point for the session. Do any of these, besides anger, describe you today?"

Aear looked over the pamphlet again, clearly he wasn't paying enough attention the first time. There they were ecstatic and happy. Aear also noticed confident and hysterical. Aear tentatively took the pamphlet and studied it while Roger continued.

"And yes, there are two positive ones-ecstatic and happy. Myself? Today I am feeling a combination of happy, but also weary, and sad, and confused. Happy because I get to do this, a job I love. But weary-I am an old man, and it's been a long morning. Sad because some of the people here have heartaches that I can do little to help. And finally-confused. Because I want to help you, though I don't know the best way to go about it. Frankly, Aear, you are a tough cookie, and you're going to make me work hard, I can tell. But don't fear, I haven't yet had a patient I've haven't at least helped a LITTLE"

Roger wasn't going to give up without a fight that was certain. At this point Aear could only hope they ran out of time because the doc talked too much. Aear's ears flicked at the last sentence. Roger's heart rate had just made a jump and his body language had shifted slightly from what Aear saw over the pamphlet. "It's not good to lie to your patients doc. That last sentence, your hear rate spiked and your body language shifted ever so slightly. Perhaps there was someone you weren't able to help?" Aear had almost instantly shifted back into a vindictive mood, not quite the same one but Roger was getting toyed with all the same. Aear didn't like being lied to, and Roger was going to suffer because of it.

"You know, you're not the only one here who thinks that...the military blokes-well, they're trained, too. Granted, it's different from what you've been through-I read your file-but still. Do you know how many of the men walk around here thinking that they're responsible for the death of thier comrades, because they've been TRAINED that each death is a failure of the military machine? When in reality, it's a sad byproduct of the military life...and that no one, male or female, is immune to the feelings of humanity." He paused to let his words sink in.

Aear stared at the man for a moment. How was that even similar to what he had been through? The doc had a thing or two to learn. "Classified Information Level 2. Authorisation: TA09 - Yuki no Tenshi. The squad I took with me before I came here was my first command. All found guilty of treason. Every one of them a traitor and I was their executioner."

"Will you tell me a little more about what you were "made" to be? We can stop when you get uncomfortable, but if I have any hope of helping you, I would like to know." He raised an eyebrow, but made his voice soft and caring.

"We were designed, built and raised as weapons. Beaten, raped and toyed with till we learnt. Weapons don't feel pain, mercy or fear. There's no anger or frustration. We just hurt people."