SilenceIzumi

"Information is power and power is the one thing all human beings covet Benders, Equalists, or Normal Citizens everyone just wants power and in this city I hold all the power." Shadow Broker, ASC 170 Blinding and searing light awoke Makoto from the stupor she found herself in. Her eyes glazed over and barely open she looked around the room and found herself in one of Republic City's finer hospitals. What was she doing here? She remembered fighting Zen and his men and then- She scowled at the image of the water bender in her mind. The Triple Threat Triad had actually tried to kill her. Looking down at her chest she could see the bandages co

"My Name is Makoto Lin and this is the story of how I die." -Makoto Lin, Year ??? Year: 170 ASC, Avatar: Korra How long had it been since the Avatar had freed Republic City from Amon and his equalists? A few weeks and things were finally beginning to settle down and become normal again. Well as 'normal' as it got for her. She lived and worked most of her time in the seedier underbellies of the city. The portions of the city that still needed repairs. She sitting down at her favorite food stand in triple threat triad territory could see the remnants of a Mecha tank only a few feet away. It had been looted for parts by the gangs that lived in

Clang! The sound of cold steel against cold steel resounded through the forest. One blade crossing against the next as the force of blades crossing together echoed out through the trees. Panting softly the pink-haired shinigami stepped back from her opponent. The other shinigami held her ground without any noticeable change to her breathing. Miki pouted towards her as she held her blade firmly in hand. Flicking a strand of hair away from her eye to reveal it had been cut clean off in the struggle that had just passed. "Great! Now I'm gonna need a haircut!" A haircut was the least of her worries as the other Shinigami flash stepped forward an

Name: Makoto Lin Nicknames: Ko, Jerk, Genji Kurada, That Annoying Ref Gender: Female Age: 20 Birthday: August 14 Height: 5'6 Weight: 118 lbs. Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Blue Marital Status: Single Relatives Living: Aya Lin (Aunt), Ken Lin (Uncle) Deceased: Terra Lin (Mother), Agni Lin (Father), Ling Lin, (Younger Brother) Occupation: Pro-Bending Referee, Information Broker Affiliations: Herself, Shadow Broker Base of Operations: Republic City Appearance: Makoto keeps her hair loose and free preferring not to keep it tied up in any form. Her hair falls only two inches longer then her shoulders and is usually kept clean and st

Sakamoto Miki's training ground was inside of one of the safer parts of the rukongai. Lush green grass, tall trees bearing no fruit and a waterfall. The waterfall especially was out of place in a place like the usually dry desert like Rukongai. The very fact life could spring out of a desert like this had inspired her many a time to finally reconcile with her Zanpakutou's nagging spirit, Sakanako. The usual sounds around this time of the night were the waterfall and nothing else. The soothing sound of of the waterfall crashing down into the lake that fed an underground river was something that had often put her to sleep when she needed to res

{Hueco Mundo, Present Day} Masuyo looked across the dead dunes of Hueco Mundo and couldn't help but think back to that night once again. That night when Amadalia had saved her from the Hollow that had taken over her. She knew that Amadalia hadn't told her the whole truth and she just couldn't help but question whether that night was even real... {Soul Society, Years ago.} The morning after the incident with her inner hollow Masuyo awoke in a Squad Four medical bed. They were remarkably soft and warm but they didn't help with her memory from the night before. All of it was a blur and she couldn't remember anything but the occasional flash.

Miki looked down at the blood stained hand before her and cringed as she coughed up another chunk of blood into it. She could her Sakanako screaming at her to stand but her legs just wouldn't cooperate with her intentions. She attempted to once but found that her legs were little more than putty as she fell back down. Her gaze was hazy and blurred as she looked out at the man before her. She hadn't even gotten so much as a name from him before he attacked her and her fellow kido corp shinigami in an attempt to get through the senkaimon. The pink haired girl had of course defended the others nearby so that they could go and get help but that d