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  1. ♦ Full Name: Hajimari Kyla ♦ Alias(es): Hana ♦ Birthplace: Land of Lightning. ♦ Age: 17 ♦ Gender: Female. ♦ Height & Weight: 162 cm (5'3) | 49 kg (108 lbs) ♦ Affiliations: Hidden Leaf Village House Hajimari Saitou Family Growing up surrounded by boys, Kyla adopted a tomboy-ish demeanour and fashion sense despite her mother's mandatory lessons in "proper lady etiquette." Her eyes closely resemble the colour of lavender, while her hair would remind one of a charcoal grey. Although born with a natural beauty about her, Kyla debases this perk with her unkempt hair and dishevelled attire, which typically consists of bandaging, ruffled clothes and a narrow colour scheme of black, white and faded purple. W.I.P Illnesses: Kyla suffers from dissociative identity disorder (MPD) and depersonalization disorder (DPD). She lives with a severely unstable disposition; her mental functions are not all there. Her understanding of the environment is inconsistent, resulting in random losses of balance, clumsiness and out-of-body experiences. While Kyla does have to live with these dispositions, there are times where she displays drastically different personalities, thought to be those of her now deceased cousins. Because of her dissociative identity disorder, she is known as a wild card. Her multiple personalities are unpredictable, and as such can cause chaos for both enemy and ally alike. Occasional windows of mental fatigue also come into play, making it hard for her to focus or stay out and about for too long. Typically impassive and unpretentious, Kyla does not give off much of an impression like her cousins did. Her attentiveness for the people or world around her is not always there, save for pivotal moments. Kyla acts with denigration towards those outside of her lineage, a corollary for the derision Kyla had to experience within the Saitou family and the Academy - her conditions made her stand out as the “weird child,” bringing about bullying and shots at her mental capacity. Although taught on multiple occasions not to act with prejudiced opinions, Kyla continues to do so as she lacks the mental capability to understand there are all kinds of personalities in the world. It's simply easier for her to generalise the masses and act on those presumptions. Flawed by this mindset, the girl is usually scornful and aloof, unable to recognize key characteristics of individuals and discriminates based on what types of characters she has encountered. To her, everyone's the same. W.I.P CH1 - "The Saitou Family" W.I.P This info card is W.I.P, but will be purposely short once completed - I will only be offering a little bit of information on my character. If anyone is interested, feel free to learn more about Kyla by interacting with her in-character, if possible.
  2. Saeloun Sijag One man, endless professions. It is understandable for you to be confused, especially when your idea of a traveler coming from the "Outer Lands" was that of someone inferior to you... It's alright, I forgive you, humans are bound to commit mistakes, at least you had the decency to recognize yours. What, you want me to untie you?... "Fine." -The man said reluctantly as he untied your hands and legs- Your belongings will be staying with me, though. You hear that outside?... -The man pointed out as he diverted his gaze away from you- "Saying a downpour it's coming would be an understatement." - Sigh.. It seems we'll be stuck on this hut together for a while... So get yourself comfortable. You told me your story earlier... And although i didn't ask you at all to do so, or had any interest at all in knowing more about you, I guess it's only fair if i tell you mine as well. The name's Sijag, Saeloun Sijag, thought you may as well call me Sasi. Where do i come from does not concern you, what at other hand, should really matter to you... Is that i'm a man with a long list of skills and professions. What do i specialize at?... Well... That depends on my mood... Yeah, you heard that right, I can be your personal chef if i feel like cooking, help you steal something nice later on... Get rid of a guy you dislike or paint something beautiful afterwards... The possibilitie are endless. Did you seriously just ask for my appearance? The man asked whilst he rose an eyebrow towards you... "Can't you just look at me or something..." Oh... So you were asking for my interpretation?, That's quite... Odd. I'm not one to judge you for being odd anyways... More considering the place we're both at right now. "I'm a man of stature, with dark eyes that blend into the night, Long dark hair, which is fine and straight as silk, Fair Complexion..." And so on the man kept spelling refined words almost as if he believed the bullshit he was saying... Meanwhile, you took a mental note of what he actually meant, the simplified version of it at least... It's not that he was actually wrong when describing himself, but some things were better omitted. Something i thought that was worth to be pointed about his appearance, was the pronounced amount of scars on his chest and abdomen, mostly due fact that with all the bullshit he spouted about his body, he hadn't mentioned em at all... Quite peculiar considering that at the time, he only wore an open chested robe over his shoulders. ♦ Full Name: Saeloun Sijag ♦ Alias(es): Sasi ♦ Birthplace: Somewhere in the Outer Lands ? ♦ Age: 22-27 ♦ Gender: Male. ♦ Height & Weight: 186/192 cm (6'1/6'2) | 79/84 kg (174/185 lbs) Sorting out the man's appearance proved out to be no issue, more because the clothes he wore were precisely the opposite from concealing... With that being said, his personality was more difficult to address, mostly due to how little the man spoke about himself, despite having agreed to answer your questions... reluctantly. After organizing your thoughts you began to depict in your head what seemed to be the most accurate description of this man's personality... Saeloun Sijag... A man on his twenties whose upbringing and style of life probably had forced to learn many things in order to adapt and survive... I could only imagine how thy life had been, to have a person who seemed so charismatic, turn so elusive and taciturn. Saying he was known and loved by many wouldn't have been a hard guess, likewise, the opposite could be said about him being despised by several, his personality most likely being at fault for that… "Distrustful and aloof" Were the vibes he gave about himself at plain sight, His morals made it easy for anyone to trust in him as a worker because "efficient" were one of the few "good" words that could be said about him without hesitation... And ironically, the opposite of he, as a person. The embodiment itself from the quote “Almost, is never enough” And just when i thought i had an Idea of whom the person i had spent hours talking with was, reality reminded me that it it takes longer to even know, or attempt to decipher a person's self and past. A guttural noise similar to a purr resounded within the room, and before you had realized what appeared like an hybrid between a cat and a panther lied a few meters away from you with a food basket on it's mouth. "Took you a while, Sisi." The man said out loud.. His voice showcasing a mixture of emotions he hadn't showed at all earlier while addressing you, "Impatience, annoyance and concern"- But... Was he really addressing you? "Ah... As if i could ever be picky with you..." the man said whilst he looked towards the black "cat", clarifying your earlier doubt. I couldn't help but wonder after watching their interactions for a while... How could... he, treat an "Animal" several times better than what he ever treated "Me" a person. Staring at him while he ate proved to be effective, because for the first he addressed me without me addressing him before... "What" he said, almost innocently, while you kept staring at the "cat" which for some reason had been ignoring you as well... After a while he gave up and began to talk about the cat just to make me stop staring at him... Her name's "Sisi", quite ironic considering his nickname was "Sasi"... Anyways, It seemed "she" had been his partner for as long he could remember and that was pretty much all he said about it... He made clear at that point that he was going to tell me "nothing" by telling me something. The "Cat" In question was huge... Too big to even call it a cat, but not feral enough to be called a beast... If its size was not enough to attract attention, its fur amd appearance were there to correct it, saying that it was beautiful would have been an understatement. The length of their bond was not something i could easily fathom, but if it was true that they had been that long together, it being huge was the lest that could be thought. [Any future "acquaintance" made by sasi In-Game will be added to this tab, if the acquaintance in question has a biography posted in the forums, it'll be linked as well] Sasi's BIography it's currently a work in progress, meaning it's contents may be subject of change and will be most likely updated in the near future, specially when more information regarding lore and game features is released. Thanks for reading.
  3. Shuyuka


    <iframe width="420" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/UWCwnnO0SuI"> </iframe> I have a Devil on my shoulder whispering in my ear Telling me to run away and leave to get the hell out of here To live life filled with desire And in turn fan the flames of my inner fire Nari, of the Eunhwa The Boy with a Demon upon his Shoulder It is comedy to some when people speak of their Demons, some real, others fake and some of the imagination. What truly classifies one as a demon, the torment or grief? I myself couldn't give a damn, but my shoulders are aching... The Shell “I was told the human body is a shell with a spirit hidden within, my shell is something I take pride in.” The shell that Nari resides within has many indicators that it is he walking the Earth, from his hair reminiscent of the golden flowers around his childhood home to the eyes of his who's hue shifts as if to mirror the reflection of his soul, resting at silver. While receiving formal training in the sword, Nari is far form being built to wield ones outside of his own blade and isn't physically imposing in terms of height, one in our world could classify him from 166 cm (5'4) - 172 cm (5'6). Crimson streaks, oddly shaped markings litter his shoulders of Nari, he himself is unaware of the existence of these, yet his shoulders always seem Heavy. A cloud of chakra surrounds these, though it feels more carnal the closer one would get once approaching it. If one were to describe clothing he'd appear minimalist in what he wore, combat tunics and Kimonos that vary on shades of black, gold and silver to match the most common colors his eyes seem to take in his day to day life. Anima "Any decent swordsman takes pride in the blade they wield, these aren't simple tools to be discarded. My sword is Anima, the blade that represents the Inner Self." Anima is a bright Golden blade that is capable of cutting with either ends with a powerful tip made to pierce, known in our world as a Han Jian, Anima is around 70 cm in length and at least 4.5 kg in weight. Easy to maneuver, but also easy to lose if the user isn't capable. Given to him by his father, Nari treasures this sword more than any possession, peacefully letting it lie on his back within it's sheath. Personality “You can’t expect someone to be unbiased when talking about their own self, you wanna look at least decent…” Only having his mother to truly compare in terms of personality, Nari was described as carefree similar to his father, sheltered from the world and the knowledge it has to expand his view on it, he can come off as naive, a single slate to be influenced by this odd world. Agma (악마) In every concievable way, Nari would not be considered religious, or superstitious...things only exist if you can see them, yet with this it's different almost. Almost akin to an ironic stroke of fate, Nari believes himself to be followed around by a spirit that sits on his shoulder due to the odd weight that he seems to have. The spirit demands blood surmised by the odd lack of weight when he enters combat with other people. Though this may just be him attempting to rationalize his own bloodlust. Who knows?
  4. Forename: Cadron Surname: Valentine Gender: Male Age: 19 Height: 181 cm Weight: 70 kg Hair colour: Black-silver Eye colour: Light blue Affiliation: Unknown Long story short:
  5. 「Umeboshi Nui」 『Solitude』 “It brings to me both a sense of distinct melancholy and distilled hope, seeing a sunset; and, yet, eventide also ushers in an ephemeral concoction of affection and sadness. You see, one loves the sunset when they are so sad, and I am most assuredly no exception.” ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— || General Information || ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Full Name: Umeboshi Nui. Alias(es): Heiress Presumptive to the Umeboshi Merchant Clan. Age: 23. Birthplace: The Land of Water. Birthday: November 18th. Gender: Female. Height: 4 ft. 9 in. | 144 cm. Weight: 92 lbs. | 41.7 kg. Blood Type: AB-. Sexual Orientation: Asexual, in all likelihood, though heterosexuality isn’t impossible. Nui hasn’t ever been the type to ogle others; it's as though the hormonal effects of the ever-cursed fact-of-life known as puberty was too afraid to tinge her thoughts with impurity. Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral. ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— || Shinobi Information || ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Clan: The Umeboshi Merchant Clan. Clan Position: Heiress Presumptive. Village: N/A. Shinobi Rank: N/A. Letter Rank: N/A. Affiliation: The Blood Oath. Missions Completed: 0. - D-rank: 0. - C-rank: 0. - B-rank: 0. - A-rank: 0. - S-rank: 0. ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— || Appearance Information || ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— When describing how a character looks on a purely physical level, one must find a proper point to begin. For some, this might simply be a bullet-note format of bland, emotionless statistics — on the level of “he has black, spiky hair” — while others may get more detailed, choosing to illustrate their points with flowery prose and literary devices, most often of the figurative kind. However, when doing anything, one must not delve to an extreme, finding a comfortable middle ground. And, so, the reader of this appearance section finds themselves with a description more of the latter type described than the former, though still with a perceivable order in which specific particulars are thereby defined. And, as well, this author’s aforementioned beginning point happens to be a small preface on the nature of such detailed vanities. However, this is naught more than a needless diatribe. If one wishes to create a comprehensive written illustration on how a fictional character appears in an utterly unadulterated and corporeal manner, then one must fully intend to do so, rather than drone on and on about how authors tend to dilly-dally to improve their word counts. Truly, it’s a fascinating subject of psychology: how humans are more than willing to expend extra effort pretending to do what they’re supposed to, as opposed to simply getting the task done and over with. Some might call this procrastination, in a manner of speaking, but it’s quite more than what one measly word can describe. Ah. It seems yet another point of digression has been reached. How droll. Moving on, the real subject of this too-long section on the shallowest facet of beauty can be found just below this relatively small pseudo-paragraph. The kunoichi known as Umeboshi Nui by virtue of her given name has more than a few key features, all of which will be explained in turn; nevertheless, one can’t help but be captivated by her utterly flawless skin, untainted by injury or even tanning. To wit, one could say that the truest idea of the sun or light in general was unknown to Nui's skin and not be wrong in terms of how its affected the said surface — characterization of bodily objects aside, of course, as most tend to understand that skin, in all its illustrious glory, cannot have knowledge of ideas, or even knowledge of most things for that matter. Regardless of inane ramblings on topics most are already aware of, if the kunoichi’s skin tone didn’t happen to capture someone’s attention, her hair was sure to do the trick. Nui's lengthy violet tresses, exotic in their shade, contrast deeply with her skin tone: a rich sangria purple against the coolly pale shade of the woman’s flesh. The vibrant locks of hair on the swordswoman’s head are typically set loose upon the world, falling straight and evenly to the small of her back — though, to be fair, that isn’t saying much, given her short stature. And, indeed, this makes for a good segue into Umeboshi Nui's particularly interesting bodily features. Standing at a mere fifty-seven inches, or one-hundred-and-forty-four centimeters, the ruthless kunoichi could likely be mistaken for a small child based off her height alone; her thin frame, existing due to her ectomorphic body type, only aids the illusion of Nui appearing to be close to half her age — that is, the most common age she’s mistaken for is eleven-years-old, in sharp contrast to her real age of twenty-three. To be sure, while the tempered shinobi is more than capable of this misinterpretation, too many comments on the topic when Nui isn’t feeling particularly patient serve to do nothing save annoy the lass, making her eyes twitch without fail. And what eyes they are! A rich green hue, likened only to the purest cuts of jade crystals, or the shades that a forest may be when the morning dew is still ripe upon each blade of grass and droplets of since-past rain still dot each and every leaf on each and every tree and shrub. One could get lost, staring into a pair of peepers such as those, had they not been as blank as they are. As a result of the life Umeboshi Nui has led thus far, emotions are rather foreign to her, and her eyes — her mysterious, transitorily-emotional, ethereally gorgeous eyes — are a rather palpable example of what happens when one is inducted into a professional assassination industry at a tender young age. On the subject of more miscellaneous things, such as clothing, Nui has a few choice pieces of apparel she is most seen wearing. Noting her facial features tends to be something of an impossibility on most occasions due to the blank porcelain mask she wears out of an attraction toward anonymity. Like any other mask worn by an intelligent individual, hers has two small slits for eye-holes, as well as the emblem of her clan — four curved lines stacked two-on-two — carved upon its surface on the middle of the forehead-area of the mask. While they do their job in hiding Nui's eyes just fine, they also hide the sharpened teeth that a rather interesting adventure in the Land of Bears allowed her to acquire. Another accessory adoring the admittedly-small assassin — or, as alternatively articulated, accessories — is an abnormally astronomical amount of appearance-hiding and anonymity-awarding bandages. They cover Nui's lower face, her arms, and her legs in prominence, with some even hanging loosely around her neck. The exact reasoning for this isn’t obvious; however, Nui herself knows precisely why she wears such an abundance of cloth covering, and that’s more than sufficient to her. Finally, to speak on the assassin’s clothing properly, there isn’t much to say. A long-sleeved dark-grey shirt is worn over Nui's torso, complimented by a pair of neutrally-grey form-fitting leggings. On her left arm is a striped armband with a storage seal inscribed upon its surface — thin, vertical, dark-blue stripes mark it as an homage to the more traditional pinstriped clothing the people of her clan tend to wear. A rather plain beige pouch sits on her left hip below the sword holster, serving as a home to a few individual items for the woman to use independently of her sword. To finish off the ensemble, a completely average pair of sandals — colored an almost-black shade of grey — is worn on the kunoichi’s feet. ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— || Backstory Information || ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— // To be completed. Because I'm using a preexisting original character with need-to-be-modified personal lore, this is going to be the biggest area to rework. ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— || Psychological Information || ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Personality: A younger Umeboshi Nui could be described by many a negative phrase or adjective: clinical, coolly logical, inhuman, remorseless, ruthless, a trained lap-dog for whoever happened to own her at the time, and several more unsavory monikers. However, as with all things, time changed her emotiveness. Due to a rather important event that took place during Nui's sixteenth year of life, as well as the decade leading up to that point and the six months succeeding it, the self-styled kunoichi has become more human — emotions are no longer truly-foreign concepts to her, her own interests, hobbies, and goals have developed betwixt hopes and dreams, and the woman is frankly proud to say she has self-developed likes and dislikes that are completely independent from the influence of the people around her. Despite this, Umeboshi Nui is exceedingly fragile emotionally — she tends trust too much or not at all with little-to-no conscious control over it. Her interactions with Nisshomaru are a prime example of the former situation, while her relations with most other members of the Blood Oath deeply embody the latter extremity. With time, the woman is likely to learn how to mediate this spectrum of faith, but as-is — regardless of her age of twenty-one — she is incapable. On another subject, this one of anger and lack thereof, it's safe to say that getting Umeboshi Nui to be truly incensed is a rare incident. Not only is she wholly unfamiliar with the feeling — tending to lean more toward sadness when upset — but she is a steadfastly calm individual, usually keeping an air of control about herself. When sore topics are brought up, however — for instance, the deaths of her adopted family at the hands of a man named Shinryaku Hayato, her then-owner — Nui will typically feel a brand of survivor's guilt. If pressed at that point, only then will her wrath be unleashed. Rarely, when not consumed by responsibilities and duties both to herself and the Blood Oath, Nui can be found standing alone at the nearest mourning site or cathedral. While she doesn't end up late to anything due to these excursions, when her schedule is especially empty, the woman can spend upwards of six hours lost in thought. In respect to her skill as a swordswoman and as a member of the Blood Oath — a member hand-chosen by Nisshomaru — Umeboshi Nui has a certain pride in her abilities, especially when one considers her survival as a personal weapon traded around from mob bosses to crime lords. She doesn't tolerate anyone undermining her achievements, no matter the reason, and is swift to speak out against such insults. Habits: Whether it’s healthy or not, Umeboshi Nui has taken it upon herself to keep the spirit of her self-adopted family alive by taking her deceased siblings-in-choice’s hobbies alive: (Name)’s sunset-watching, (Name)’s green tea obsession, and (Name)’s deep passion for philosophy. In spite of her attempts to distance herself from this and become her own person, she eventually falls back into these same habits. Likes: Accomplishment. Sewing. Kimonos. Philosophy. Well-prepared tea, particularly green tea. Onigiri. Sunsets. Dislikes: Height-related jokes or insults. Mitigations on her achievements. Salmon. Those who openly mock the value of relationships. Goals: To find herself. ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— || Combat Information || ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Ninja Tools: N/A. // To be filled. Weapons: N/A. // To be filled. Chakra Nature(s): N/A. // To be filled. Chakra Affinity: Water Release. Profiency(s): Swordsmanship. Medical prowess. // Planned mastery selections at the time of writing. Kekkei Genkai: N/A.
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