<div class="floatright">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Akemi.jpg)</div><em><strong>Name:</strong></em>Moto Akemi<br/><em><strong>Sex:</strong></em>Female<br/><em><strong>Age:</strong></em>18<br/><em><strong>Hair/Eyes:</strong></em>Black/Violet<br/><em><strong>Height/Weight:</strong></em>5'9”/145 lbs<br/><em><strong>Clan:</strong></em>Unicorn<br/><em><strong>School:</strong></em>Iuchi Shugenja<hr/><br/>Moto Akemi sat atop her horse, fingers stroking through its mane absently while violet eyes scanned the horizon. Her posture and far off gaze gave the impression of a certain aloofness, and indeed, one viewing the group from outside might think her not a part of it were it not for the female shugenja clinging to her. Of course that was something Akemi had grown used to by this point in her life.<br/><br/>Though she wasn't looking at them directly, the shugenja was not oblivious to what was going on or the tasks that lay ahead. Even as her gaze roamed her ears were attuned to the conversation going on, carefully making note of the tasks being handed out by the Lion shugenja and the subsequent division of labor. At the sound of her own name being spoken, she turned her gaze from the landscape to the speaker, careful not to jostle Yoritomo Kei too much as she let her eyes rest upon the lovely Crane shugenja.<br/><br/><strong>“I will go wherever I am needed,”</strong>came her simple, toneless reply as she nodded her head in acknowledgment despite the lack of respect given by her counterpart.<br/><br/>Daiseishin, her horse, nickered softly under the Unicorn as though chiding her and drew a smile that softened the severe set of her features, making her seem far more approachable and amiable than she might have seemed just moments ago. She was neither so callous or arrogant as she seemed but in two years she had done little to prove the facade false in the eyes of the others. And given their view of Unicorn in general she was even less inclined to do so. She would let them think as they would so long as they did not impede her. The closest she had come to friend amongst their ranks was the woman currently sharing her mount with palpable fear.<br/><br/>With another pat to her steed's neck she shifted her posture and let the smile slip from her features. Patiently her gaze roamed their small group as they continued on, her shoulders squaring in her royal purple kimono. It was not the most extravagant of her garments, nor did it have any heavy gaijin influences as her clan was known for, but with her family mon displayed proudly it certainly spoke of her status at least among her own. Indeed, were it not for her horse and the larger mon of the Unicorn across her back, her appearance might not have been differentiated from her companions at all. Her hair was just as neat as the rest of her, the long dark strands tied back in two at the ends so that it did not block her vision while riding. Their bindings though were a bit unusual, having been a whimsical gift from her brother she wore them always now. Though that was not something she could afford to think of just now.