She was once known as Fuu, but even that is not her real name. Her real name would have been whatever her parents gave her but from her earliest memories she was only called
Fuu. It meant 'Wind' and was a celebration of the Country that she represented in the Order. For some reason the name 'Michi' always stuck in her mind as the name her parents had intended, she liked the sound of it if nothing else.
She was Three. From a very young age, people could see something in her -- she was intended to be an Oracle. An Oracle was someone who was a part of an Order of men and women that dedicated their lives to transcribing history. They were not intended to be participants but rather passionless observers. This was not a natural but a learned state for Fuu. Most learn this through meditation, she learned it through repeated psychological trauma years later. This was the earliest truth she knew as a child, to deny her passions and her wants and to
learn everything that there was to know. This was something she did as successfully as a child could but she was a good student and she had a mind that would likely one day rival the greatest scholars as well as a steady hand that could draw what her eyes saw with such photorealism it was hard to believe that they were merely drawings.
She was Six. She was just a mere child when it happened, when the Diamyo's men attacked. The weeks the preceded the attack the Oracles knew it was coming, or so she later realized. They had transported her along with the other youths like her from city to city several times in a matter of weeks without explanation. The doors were locked and there was even a few hired guards before they came. Fuu was the youngest Oracle at the time, the Order itself never required many and she was an apprentice who would likely be learning under her master for another decade before she was on her own. The Oracles were powerful in their own way, they tried to defend themselves using their wit when their strength failed them but most of them died. Those that were not killed were captured, she was taken as were a few others. She never learned what happened to the rest although she did ask, but they were older and she feared they were less compliant and likely killed or so she concluded.
She was nearly Eight. Her time locked away in the
Palace of the Glorious Immortal was not terrible in comparison to the fate of so many others. Yes, she was trained as a Soverign and she suffered and survived as they did but her mind was resilient. Perhaps it was in part due to her Oracle training or the Yamanaka bloodline limit. She was
not malleable they concluded. The could have killed her, she would have been too weak in her younger years to resist but she was a resource. Rather than die and rather than build another child warrior she would be of greater use if she lived up to her potential so she was expected to learn. She was expected to fulfill her fate and become a true Oracle but under the Diamyo's sole command. And she did just that by the time she was sixteen. With the proper resources she demonstrated what a brilliant mind could achieve, she would have been the youngest Oracle in Sunan history.
Perhaps her mind or mental fortitude was why the Diamyo took an interest in her or perhaps it was simply a whim or the product of convenience. Their time together was not consensual and she became pregnant with a son that she would name Shouki meaning "sanity" ironically. Hers was dwindling, despite her great mental fortitude, years of limitations and birth that was the product of force her once desire to maintain was 'sanity.' She thought she would find that in her son, but he was taken from her as soon as he could survive free from her bosom. It was then that something sparked within her, a hint of passion and intent. She would be free of this place and she would take her son with her. It could have been her maternal instinct or the fact that she was no longer a child and in time she would have sought freedom regardless, whatever the reason she wanted to be free.
With time and effort she did just that. She broke out of her cell when she was nineteen -- a glorified library filled with tomes she she written as well as many others she had read through. Before she ran she hid and she watched. She found her son, by now a toddler as it took her several months to formulate an escape. She could see it in his eyes, he was his father's son. How he screeched. How his chubby little arms swung. How he attacked those small animals. He was not her son, he was a monstrosity. Perhaps it was a product of nature... of nurture... Perhaps if she was a better woman, someone willing to try to make him overcome these impulses, things could have been different but she did not take him. She was appalled by him and she ran into the desert wilderness.
She made a living, scraping by using her knowledge or lore and literature to support a meager lifestyle. She had no desire for wealth, only freedom. Eventually she would be found of course, by an adventurer named Kaito accompanied by a few friends. They were seeking lost and forgotten artifacts and they were seeking a local lore expert to learn more. She supplied them with whatever information they sought for a reasonable price, eventually they took her under their employ, offering her the one thing she truly wanted -- a chance to see the world and expand what she knew. She was twenty two at the time, this was her prime. Yes, she was a coward for avoiding the Diamyo and for never returning for her son. She never shared what Shiro did to her. What he was doing. She watched as the storm which isolated the various cities gave him the oppertunity to consolidate his power. She knew he was getting stronger. She knew what happened to those missing children that nobody lamented. She never tried to undermine him even when she noticed his influence spread. Perhaps if she had, things would have been different, but she was scared. She was always scared.
She was also not very good at hiding. She was seen a number of times with the Cabal, while not particularly famous they were well known and their descriptions eventually got back to the Diamyo after they uncovered a particularly rare artifact. It was a set of twelve silver rings, one that she would eventually wear before she gave it away to Kasha. He was able to observe her from afar and he knew about her dealings for years before Shouki was sent to find her. Eventually Shiro sent Shouki in search of his 'mother.' Shouki knew full well who Fuu was to him, it only made their interaction worse. Perhaps the Diamyo was testing Shouki's cruelty or resolve. If so, no test was necessary, Shouki was a monster through and through. It was more humorous than anything else.
Shouki would have been fifteen, going on sixteen when he was sent to find Fuu. He already had the body of a man and stood at nearly six feet in height even then. Shouki would find her when she was apart from the group he attacked her and beat her nearly to death before he dragged the unconscious Oracle back to the Diamyo. Upon doing so she spent weeks in the Soverign Academy, there were several attempts to reprogram her a second time but all of the attempts failed. Torture was involved in the conditioning as was genjutsus. The techniques were more refined in the modern day and they would have been effective if she had not already learned how to cope with the torment through the use of her persona. She was able to not only keep a grip on reality but also on her resolve that she was her own person. Because of this, they had to find another way. A seals expert named Nao sealed her with 3 distinct seals that ensured the Diamyo could maintain control over her. It was effective. She was sent back to the Cabal and with the threat of death if she shared what happened to her, Shouki was there to ensure that this threat of death would become a reality. It was a secret she maintained for a long time. Shouki was added as a member of the Cabal and was an active member for nearly a year before they were summoned by the Diamyo for a mission/adventure to Sunagakure. Everyone was involved, but everyone had a different reason and purpose to be there. Fuu was just supposed to record.
The attack was a success. The Cabal overtook the city and they were going to destroy it. Fuu dutifully recorded their dying days. That was until she saw what she believed was 'hope.' A vigilante named Kasha that was defending the weak despite the anarchy. She pleaded with him to run after seeing his dedication to justice with her own eyes. A true hero is a rare things, she would know. She shared what she knew of an escape with him in hopes that he would take it. That perhaps in time he would be the hero Sunagakure needed. She would also gift him with something -- her ring. Her ring was bound to the
Bird Contract, she hoped that it would protect him so that they would meet again.
They would both survive. Sunagakure would even survive. Most of the Cabal would be captured. She would be a criminal that was not actively hunted but still sought. So she hid. She watched. That was what she was supposed to do and she did it. She was sharing her findings with the Diamyo. She had no choice, she was compelled to do so but she also tried to get help. She sought out heroes. She sought Kasha and fed him information. She sought a mysterious foreigner that seemed to stand out from the rest, Kazuki and did the same with them. The information she shared would prove useless and irrelevant, they did nothing with their findings. The Diamyo would grow suspicious of her over time and a part of her knew it. She also knew the Diamyo was preparing to act soon, so she prevented herself from intervening the only way she knew how. She picked a fight with Kasha. She was beaten. Her timing was poor, the Soverign had come for her and nearly killed her in her weakened state but Kasha was able to drag her to safety. Safety was the Obsidian Palace. When she regained consciousness she gave what little else she knew to a pair of Sennins and attacked herself to ensure that she would not return to the Diamyo but she knew that her days were numbered and that she would be dead within the week. They wanted her dead and those seals would compel her to her doom.
She was left alone, unconscious in the Obsidian with a pair of guards at the door. Deep Court Lord Mikaboshi took this as an oppertunity and he procured some information from Fuu as well, transforming her in the process into a hybrid of the Deep Court. Doing so severed the hold the seals has over her and he then granted her freedom from the Obsidian. In doing such, Fuu, now known as Michi owed the Lord a great debt she would one day repay. She shared with Mikaboshi what she knew of the Soverign and was brought to speak before the Sennins and Kazekage. She did not have kind words for them. She felt betrayed because they did nothing with what she shared and continued to do nothing. What she knew was now old and getting more outdated by the second. She rebuked them for their lack of resolve and perhaps made enemies doing such before she left but she decided it was time to take matters into her own hands.
She gathered two former allies -- Kaito and Naganisa and brought them before Mikaboshi. Her intent was two-fold -- to reveal the Sunahoshi beneath the mask and to empower her allies as their strength was waning.
She would sneak out of Sunagakure, she went to the badlands in search of a treasure. A construct from Baylos, a city of forgotten wonder. She was going to sell it to the highest bidder once she found it, the technology was fantastical but it was old. She could not only replicate it but improve upon it. She just needed the funds to do so. That was where the bidders came in, she would repay Mikaboshi and release Katsuo in a single gesture if she could provide a residence for the Ancient amalgamation of shadow. It would not work out, she would be double crossed. The buyer wanted both her findings as well as her, there was a price on her head and a value in learning what she knew. She would fight her way to freedom and make her way back to Sunagakure in time to learn two things:
First, her son was dead.
Second, there was World Martial Arts Tournament about to start, hosted by Tea Country.
She needed Kasha.
WC: 2332
*wink* *wink*
Fuu has two known physical descriptions. Her first physical description was that of a female that stood five foot 6 inches and weighed about 130 pounds. A thin build with a plain face and basic, utilitarian attire. Her hair was snow white, cut into a short bob with wisps of hair tucked behind her ears. Her eyes brown. Her skin a milky white. She could be quite pretty if she made an effort but she was opposed to this, beautiful people were noticed. She had two defining traits, the first being a trio of seals that were burned into her body. The second being her compulsive need to record. She usually has a book and a pen in hand and can be seen taking notes during her idle moments.
She was given a ring. Or rather, the Cabal found a store of rings and they kept them for themselves. They were silver and of mediocre value if one was to assign the ring value based on the metal from which they were forged. They did not understand what these rings did, the links they had to something greater than a bauble. They seemed decorate, if not a tad macabre. It was a simple, silver ring with a small razor that was hidden in the small metallic bit of jewelry. A hidden weapon they supposed, but it was hardly there for aesthetic or defense. The ability to use the rings was a "gift" one could say from her benefactor Nao. It was how the Cabal came to trust the Daimyo at his word, because they offered the adventuring troupe 'power' for no reason. Of course there was a reason, nobody works for free. Trust and compliance was more than compensation. 
