500 years before our time, way back in Feudal Japan, power was a must. Assassins and warlords thrived since the path to power and conquest was layered in blood and lust. Demons lived amongst men with no need to hide their powers and often joined in the bloodshed. In your case you live to kill. You are the demoness that never fails to eliminate her target.
But the only way to understand how a beautiful girl of your caliber could become such a cold and ruthless killer you must start at the very beginning...
One frozen evening in the dead of winter cries of a new born demon flooded the Northern Lord's Palace. Inside of the Birthing Chamber the father holds his baby girl while the mother rests her exhausted body. The Lord's gentle rocking lull's the baby's cries. He whispers with a reassuring smile, "My little Syuri..."
He opened the rice paper doors to the snow covered garden and danced along the frozen pathways with his child in his arms, smiling along with him. Syuri began to cry and just as suddenly the servant Yoko appeared. She bowed and spoke, "My Lord! An intruder is in the Birthing Chamber!"
The Northern Lord yielded his child to the nurse maid with a painful expression on his face and dashed in side with Yoko following. In the Chamber a stranger reeking of booze and human body odor was standing over the Lady of the North. She was bleeding immensely from a stab wound to the chest.
"Nice of you to join us, Akira-sama." The strange man spoke as if he owned the Palace. The Lord looked him up and down before speaking, "What do you want, human."
The drunken man stumbled dangerously close to the demon Lord.
"Truly, I want you deader than your wench over there." He motioned to the silent Lady, still snuggled in her birthing blankets. Her eyes stared into nothing. The lord felt his heart breaking. Simply crumbling like century old cement.
"What a fool." The Lord glared at the mindless intruder while his little Syuri cried in Yoko's arms. The Lord was so angered now that you could easily feel the heat of his rage. The Lord grabbed the back of the stranger's neck with lightning speed and literally threw the drunken bastard into the garden. The Lord stalked outside slamming the doors shut behind him. Human blood splattered onto the papered doors as the baby cried once more.
You were born on that eventful night as Namiko Syuri. You father, Namiko Akira, was a full-blooded Neko youkai and Lord of the Northern Lands. His mate and your late mother, Namiko Kannamaru, was a full-blooded Inu youkai. She was buried underneath the Holy Sakura tree in the same gardens were you danced with your father in the snow. Ever since Kannamaru was murdered Akira has never been the same. He became ruthless in his training of you. He would scream out, "You must learn to protect yourself!"
He instructed you on how to use your powers and the elements around you. He even instructed you on how to control the colors of your eyes. In no time at all you learned to be as cold and merciless as he was. Then, when you were 19 you snuck out each night to start a career as a killer for higher.
And now it begins...
You felt a servant nudging you awake.
"Young Syuri, wake up!" The voice annoyed you. It wasn't Yoko. This voice was young and slightly more high-pitched. You had your back to her and couldn't see her face, but the scent was familiar. You growled letting the servant know you were awake and to stop nudging you. You let the dagger you were grasping slide back into its hiding place underneath your pillow and sat up in your futon. You still had the night kimono on that you went to bed in the previous evening so the servant began laying out you kimono for the day. You ignored her. Her name was Ki- something and she had a horrible attitude. Prehaps I should teach her a lesson on respect she wont be so quick to forget… You rubbed your eyes and groggily trudged into your bath house. You kneeled down on the stones by the steaming hot spring to splash some water onto your face. You tried to keep your mind from wandering into despair. You sighed and growled at the same time before slapping your reflection in the water. Today was your birthday and the anniversary of your mother's death. How dare I let such foolish emotions cloud my mind... But you still tried your hardest to remember anything at all about your late mother, and as usual nothing came to mind. Father loved her so much. I just wish I could have seen her, even touched her…You stood up and stared down at the clear water coursing through the spring. They said I look just like her. Like looking in a mirror, supposedly. You sighed and walked back into your room, sitting down at the vanity. You rested your elbows on the marble counter top and looked at your reflection in the mirror. You could see why people were envious of you. In the mirror aquamarine eye stared back from a blank face. Your cheeks have two black stripes on each, and it was all topped off with full lips of frosted rose. Your dark jet black hair was wild from running around last night. The shadowy locks cascaded down and come to an end at your hips. Your skin was of a creamy white and had no flaws. Yes, you're a mystery of magic. You caught a glimpse of the servant girl leaving your room so you went to the bench at the end of your bed and looked down at one of your favorite kimonos. It was of a dark crimson and trimmed with gold. It was a gift sent from one of the other lords. Meant to be a peace offering and an old birthday present. The inspiringly beautiful phoenix stitched into the silk would set fire to anyone's imagination. It was your own portable work of art. You dressed your self and sat back down at the vanity. You applied the rose oil you use as a perfume so that the others cannot smell your contuniously spiking emotions. It wasn't a daily think, but on this day it was surely a must. Finally your den motherly Yoko came through the rice paper door to your room. She stood behind you, looking at you through the mirror, and smiled with her aging face. She came to fix your hair. This was a tradition for the two of you. Each year on your birthday she would comb the knots out of your long hair and then positions a black Inu youkai hair ornament in the darkness of your locks. You had the ornament made years ago out of onyx and rubies set in silver. All in all it was to represent and show respect for your deceased mother. I wish I could have known what she was like... Yoko pulled some of the hair around your face and pinned it back with the ornament.
"Your father wishes to speak with you in his study." She said through her tender smile. She patted you on the shoulder and left you sitting in your room alone. Great... You could already guess why your father asked to see you. He keeps trying to get you to marry a wealthy Lord so he can inherit more lands. In fact just last week he conned the soon-to-be-Lord of the East to ask for your hand in marriage. You turned him down flat after spitting fire at his face. Marriage will only slow me down. Especially an arranged one... But he was, after all, your father so you grab your katana, Samara, and strapped it to you while you exited into the vast hallway. The entire sword was constructed by Totosai, the master craftsman, and an old friend of your father's. The sword's sheath was coated in a rich black lacquer. The hilt was black, too and was imbedded with rubies, onyx, and crystals. The blade was made of unbreakable diamond from the heart of the Sacred Mountain, and etched with sacred spells. Indeed, Samara was a very unique and deadly blade. As you walked down the halls the only sound that could be heard was the swishing of your kimono and the soft patting of your bare feet. You never wore shoes unless it was a special occasion, since the pads on your feet were stronger than a humans'. Your mind traveled to last night. You had struck a deal of a lifetime with a wind sorceress to kill the Lord of the West. The only problem is that you had no idea how to get close enough to kill him. He was a notorious killer and had a reputation for acting like and ice icicle was perminantly lodged in his royal ass. Getting close to him will require time. Lots of time. This bothered you. You felt the familiar sensation of your eye color changing. You let it go this time. You were lost in thought so you knew they were a swirling sapphire blue. You found yourself at the door to your father's study quicker than you could have hoped for. You paused with your hand on the doorknob to listen to the voices on the other side of the fortified oak door. You heard two distinctly different voices. One, of course, was your father's but the other's- well the others was deep and smoother than any silk. It wasn't the voice of anyone familiar. You looked down at your clawed hand on the doorknob and changed your eyes back to the passive aqua you're so accustomed to. You twisted the knob and the voices stopped abruptly. When you pushed the door open your father rushes you into the room with tall silver hair stranger. You had a habit of showing absolutely no emotion and he seemed to be that way as well. The first thing he appeared notice was that you haven't bowed. His golden eyes just narrowed.
"Sesshomaru-sama, this is my only daughter Syuri." You father introduced you. You hid your shock well. Shit! My target is in my house!