Extra info about Senritsu Senritsu’s father: Senritsu grew up with only one father.
Her mother was not in the picture. She didn’t figure out until much later in her childhood that she was the daughter of a mistress. Her father was well off and he and his daughter lived a lavish lifestyle. There was nothing she lived without. His temperament was rather short and his works was not on the legal side either. His occupation was as a wealthy black market dealer. He used to make unique weapons and sell them off, but now he pays people to do it for him. Senritsu learned quite a bit how weapons worked and how they were made just by observing him. However, he was also greedy and well knowledgeable about money. The man was selfish, but he treated his daughter with the best for the sake of appearances. Senritsu never did seem fond of the superficial way he showed love for his daughter. No time was spent with her, nor did he take time to speak with her or teach her. He hired people to do that too. Senritsu’s father made most of the decisions for her, even in her preteen years; there was talk of an arranged marriage that may occur with another family he did business with often. Senritsu could not get love from her father in the way she desired to have. Attention, a hug, or even a pat on the head. For a little child, even though she had everything she could ever need, she felt alone. So she acted out. Behaving in a way to get laughter from the help and her father’s co-workers was her way to earn momentary happiness and praise. But this didn’t please her father. It was un-lady like for her to behave like a fool. The constant belittlement from her father and verbal abuse alone began the foundation of her putting on a smile to mask the pain she felt. If she showed her anger or her sorrow in front of the prying eyes of those who worked for her father, it would’ve hurt his image. Never did he lay a hand on her, but he never needed to. His vicious words tore her apart and not once did she cry. Currently the same habit patterns still lurk beneath her façade. How Senritsu began to steal: (10 years old) It was perhaps two years after Senritsu’s dive into music that she grew bored. Not of the music she would create, but the lifestyle of having everything and anything. She didn’t want superficial things, she wanted to experience life. But the air tight security and being cooped up in the mansion would never enable her to do so. So, she began to make her attempts to escape any chance she got. This was another way she acted out. It gave the servants a run for their money with each attempt she would make. But they never brought it to the father’s attention; otherwise there would be severe consequences. She didn’t get very good at sneaking around until a year later with practice. Finally she made her escape to see the town on her own. It was a liberating feeling, and she grew to love the thrill she had for making such escapes. However when she would go to town, she would see something she needed at the time. Whether it was food or a drink, she would manage to take it and slip away without being noticed. This habit occurred very often at night, until she was caught by someone. But they didn’t turn her in, they offered her something better. In exchange for a little more practice in thievery, she would steal a crystal ornament that they desired. There was no way she could pass such an offer up and she took them up on it. Every night, the habit grew more into a lifestyle. She was never caught by any of the shop keepers; she almost was a pro at it and proud of it. Senritsu’s speech habit: Senritsu’s father always had a heavy accent, but because of the servants in the house, she didn’t have as much of an accent as her father did. Her accent is simple of adding a “j” to every “y” staring word. [ex: J’yeah, j’you, j’yep, j’Yatageratsu, j’Yume]
Traded off and trained to kill: When Senritsu’s actions of thievery were discovered by her father when she was 12 years of age, he brought her in and threatened her. She was given two options. Either to leave the family and give up her birthright to the family fortune or there would be consequences for her staining the family name. Of course she knew her father hated thieves. He was always more concerned for his fortune than his family. For the first time she refused to comply. Immediately her father took her, bound and brought her to one of Orochimaru’s hideouts. Since she was raised a sheltered girl, she had no knowledge of who Orochimaru was. But her father made a deal, trading her off to be trained and even his services to design any weapon that was requested. For a small fee of course. Being part of the deal was a stab in the back to her. Yet, Orochimaru used the bit of information to his advantage. If her father didn’t want her, he could always provide her the means to get stronger and better. She would always be welcomed there. [Extra tidbit: When Senritsu was brought in, she was known by her real name, Lanore. Not as her alias. So Kabuto and Orochimaru are the only two who knew of her real name and kept it on file.] From then on Senritsu was trained as a shinobi. Given the basic understanding of ninjutsu, genjutsu, and taijutsu, she quickly became a quick study. But she was mostly paired off with others who worked for Orochimaru to train and spar with. Some borderline insane. Even though she was clearly afraid and intimidated by most, her feigned happiness kept others from knowing her true fears, anger, and sorrow. But, even though she was progress quickly through the basics, she still sang to herself as her only form of comfort. Never did she sing in front of others, but Kabuto was the first to hear her voice and find her singing. This sparked the idea to take her training to a different route. When he spoke with her about her singing, he found out she had a much broader understanding of music and sound than most did. She made the perfect project for sound based ninjutsu and genjutsu. But when he asked her what she wished she could have with her voice, she answered, I want to have a voice like no other… I want to sing beautiful melodies and harmonies. If I can compose jutsus too, that would be wonderful! It was an innocent wish. But before she could begin her training, Kabuto performed a few experiments on her before she finally was able to sing in harmony as she wished she could. Of course it put great strain on her vocal chords, but that was what training was for. Within a few months, she was excelled in her training and created her first four vocal techniques. It wasn’t long before she was put on her first mission, Kabuto was there to see her progress and oversee, but not allowed to interfere or assist her in any way. Her objective was to steal a particular scroll. Though they managed to escape it didn’t take long for mercenaries to catch up to them. Senritsu had never killed anyone before and yet, Kabuto gave her the order she needed to kill them and use her voice to do it. Even though she saw him leave her behind, it was something she couldn’t refuse. So she lifted her voice, using her newfound sound genjutsu to kill both of the mercenaries within a matter of a few minutes. She couldn’t disobey, yet she wasn’t sure what to think of the very act she committed. It didn’t feel “good”, but she didn’t feel guilt from it either. But her song was beautiful. When Kabuto returned, he saw her smiling face staring at the two dead bodies in a curious manner. Inquiring further if she was all right, she only turned to him and smiled. To Kabuto, she made the perfect tool. Obedient to a fault, not questioning, not wavering, and even though her happiness was fake it was an ingenuous way to hide her true emotions. The escape: Senritsu had only trained and worked for Orochimaru for a few years. Complying to ever demand and obeyed without question. More or less because she regretted her very disobedience the first time she
did not comply with her father. She didn’t wish to have consequences that followed anything she did not wish to do. But not only was things growing dull, it was repetitive almost. She made a very good thief for Orochimaru. Stealing information and things he needed whenever he wanted. But she wanted something more exciting, yet she kept these things to herself. Last thing she wanted was to reprimanded for desiring something more. As she stayed she still trained. Perfecting her vocal arts, she became so proud of and even began to train her hearing so she could become much more effective as a thief. However she began to overhear things. Conversations she couldn’t ignore that involved her own fate. As she stayed within the hide out, she became painfully aware of people who worked for Orochimaru receiving a cursed mark. She didn’t understand what it was for until she saw someone take such a hideous form before her very eyes. Not only that, some seemed to lose their own sanity when they were overtaken by the mark. Yet with these things in mind, the conversation she overheard involved her possibly receiving a curse mark as well and as she listened, it all seemed to make more and more sense. They were future vessels. Senritsu felt betrayed again. She wasn’t being trained to be better for herself or to help Orochimaru. No, it was like fattening the prey for the slaughter. This didn’t sit well with her, so she began to plan and plot ahead of time. She knew from what she heard when he was considering giving her the curse mark, and she took her time to memorize the area and mazes of the hide out. She knew the challenge however wouldn’t be getting out of the hideout. It would be afterwards. Getting distance between her and them before they realize she’s gone. Since she wasn’t under constant watch, it made things a little easier though. On the 7th night, she escaped the hide out and took nothing with her. Of course it wasn’t long before she was knocked aside to see Kabuto had followed her. Whether he was well aware of her planning she wasn’t sure, but she needed to escape and fast. She knew she could’ve used her genjutsu, but she also was aware he perhaps was expecting that. So instead she used a the camouflage technique and hid away as she used another technique. Nullifying all sounds within 5 meters around them both, she sealed the jutsu in a tag and hid it in one of the trees before she finally made her escape. She didn’t know why she couldn’t kill him. Afterall she had become so used to it was second nature. No big deal. But she just didn’t. Nor did she stop to consider it. It took her a few days before she was sure she wasn’t tracked anymore and she began her new “life”. Senritsu’s bow: Senritsu’s bow has significant value to her. The story behind it is that when she was a notorious thief recently dubbed “Senritsu” for her methods of escape, she was commissioned and brought to an old woman in Iwakagure on her death bed who wanted her to steal back her family heirloom. She was promised something of great worth in exchange for the job. Senritsu never questioned why the old woman would want such a thing back. The old woman was dying and from what information she was given, the old woman had no successor and wanted to take back what was rightfully hers. She completed the task within three days. First she sent her “calling card”, a note with a treble clef note on it describing when she would arrive to steal the heirloom, welcoming the challenge of anyone who could stop her. But the next night, she still got away with ease, trapping the mercenaries in her song’s genjutsu. The third night was when she arrived back to the old woman on her death bed. And she was asked to stay. When Senritsu stayed for the time being, they shared information, stories, and Senritsu shared her life’s story with the old woman who asked questions to get to know the “real” Senritsu. Senritsu even told the old woman her real name. It wasn’t something she did for just anyone, but she knew the woman was dying. Who was she going to tell? After their conversation, the old woman opened the family heirloom box Senritsu stole back for her and took out a long back sash looking object. Then the old woman asked Senritsu to approach her and Senritsu knelt by her bedside. She took the sash and tied it around Senritsu’s head in the same manner Senritsu currently wears is now. It baffled
her why the old woman would give her such a thing. But the old woman then gave her the words she needed to hear, singing the most beautiful melody she ever heard in her life, “You don’t have to say anything. I know what you’re going to say… If I told you everything would be all right for you, I would be lying, child. But there is just one thing I will tell you… From now on, time and time again, and again and again, you’ll have regrets. Again and again you’ll be hurt. Again and again, you’ll cry… But if for each of these, you waste your life looking back, one day it’ll give you a terrible fever. You’ve chosen a very steep path. It’s bound to only get worse, but holding onto that pain from the past will only hinder you. Like it did me. Now, I just want to let things go. Child, I hope for your sake, you do too. So leave as though you never came here and I’ll surely be happy…” Those were the old woman’s last words to Senritsu and she left in silence. Those words, no, that song Senritsu took to heart. But, she sought to know who the old woman was that gave her such a precious thing. After much research and questioning, she finally got her answer after a month of searching. The old woman who gave her the bow was her great grandmother from her mother’s side of the family. It was cruel and ironic. Did the old woman know who Senritsu was when she gave her real name? Did she purposely commission her to meet her before she died? It left many unanswered questions for her, yet she felt blessed to have met her great grandmother before she passed. So she takes care of the bow, wearing it proudly in the same manner the old woman tied for her a long time ago. Never leaving it behind. Even in a fight. Senritsu’s alias: Senritsu’s alias came to be when she was beginning her debut as a thief. She started out in the Sunakagure and worked between there and Iwakagure. She always sent a “calling card” with a treble clef. In the calling card would be her written description of the time she would arrive and what item she intended stealing. The card would always be sent to the person who she would be stealing from. The reason behind her doing this would “up the anti” so to speak. In her debut, she wore a blindfold to really test her abilities. She walked in for her first “mission” blindfolded. When she did go in, there were three sand ninjas waiting for her. She had no knowledge of what they looked like, but all three were men. That was all she knew from their voices, but it only took her 10-15 min to kill them. Singing an elegy that brought them to their deaths. Her genjutsu deceived their every senses once their heard the melody and only harmed themselves in the process of trying to hurt her. Hallucinating, they died after their ears ruptured and their minds were warped beyond insanity. With that, she took her “prize” and left without one wound. She continued her patterns and her habits, until she took it to a few other lands. She would never take her practices to the very heart of the land however. Places like Konoha, she avoided. But, with each mark, she would take lives that stood in her way. Regardless of who it was. It was on her latest target in the land of fire that an anbu tried to stop her. That really put her abilities to the test, but she managed to walk away with her life, and another prize. The anbu’s mask. So she started a new habit. With each target, with every anbu she killed, she took their mask as her prize and she would wear that prize to the next heist. After this habit, her name was not something that was taken lightly anymore. It was then that people began to commission her for bigger projects and bigger heists. It was this lifestyle that Senritsu felt happiest in. It was so lively, thrilling, exciting, and challenging. Everything she looked forward to. But that didn’t mean she stole every day. She only stole at night, her face hidden under her latest victim’s mask. But in the day, she would travel on foot, perform for those to hear her voice. To her, it was exciting, and filled with unpredictable moments. Her performances: Before she was taken to the Akatsuki, Senritsu’s lifestyle during the day was simple. She stayed in a village mainly in Sunakagure or Iwakagure. Her only means of making a living was
performing in the street. She sang for the crowds and earned what little she could for food, supplies, and a room at the inn. However, there wasn’t a time when someone would assault her during her performances because some knew who she truly was just by her voice. It would only be one or two during her song, a stone tossed with such hatred that she was often struck in the head. But after the ones who assaulted her were taken away, she would always get back on her feet. Smiling even though her wound would be bleeding, she found ways to reassure those who held some concern for her that she was ok by behaving in a comical manner. It bothered her deeply that she was still “just another voice”. But this is why she used her vocal arts the way she did at night. It would be memorable. Something no one would forget. Afterall, who could forget the woman who’s melodies could kill?