Iseya, Hyori. [Kiri Genin]

Subject: Iseya, Hyori. [Kiri Genin] Mon 22 Jul 2013, 6:59 am

ISEYA, HYORI.

THE INFO.

Name: Hyori Iseya.
Nickname: Ice Princess.
Age: 15.
Gender: Female.

Appearance:

It’s difficult to ascertain when trickery and deceit are present in Hyori’s manifestation. It wasn’t until interaction with other peers when she became conscious of her myriad insufficiencies. As if the sudden realization played a role in the development of Hyori’s exterior, she grew no more than a quarter of an inch per year, which halted to a stop in her early teens, totalling up to her current height of 5 foot 5 inches. When questioned about her stature (a rather popular topic with Hyori’s extended family), she excused herself on the grounds of poor bone density and genetic miscalculation within her maternal relatives. As for the paternal side, there was the notorious practice of give and take – the inability to grow past a preteen’s height for her outstretched, slender legs, from where the aura of elegance arose.

Dipped in dusty white chalk is Hyori’s hair, white as snow since birth. Having figured out through a series of professional hair coloring – where she indulged in the usual black and the occasional brown – that escaping from the milky hue was inevitable, the concern for her hair faded quickly – unlike her peers during a similar time in their growth. This is an old argument and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries, but suffice it to say that the existence of white hair does not in any way affect the development of a human being. “Fast aging,” they called it, a term usually associated with when talking about this particular Iseya. However, standing in the way of what could have been, a foolproof argument, is the specific arrangement of the features on Hyori’s face.

Eyes that are seemingly too thin to be able to observe and analyze (reworded: eyes that look like they’d suck at being eyes) sit just below the bangs that cover the noticeably delicate skin of the eyelids. Heavy are the eyelashes – long and luscious strands of thick black, naturally curling upwards – that circle around the eyes, extending to a point on her lower lash line. The unusually high placement of the bridge of her nose is a common (and charismatic) feature of the Iseyas – a peculiarity that Hyori’s female peers were constantly jealous of. Overall, the characteristic features give rise to a fresh, tender face, causing confusion due to the coupling with her aging-like hair.

From what could be gathered on the rare occasions when Hyori exited the environment of the Iseya home, she wasn’t much for uniformity and the already-established. She might have been nervous with her unusual style of clothing bordering on slightly traditional for the current century, keenly aware that this particular choice in apparel complicates efforts to fend off unwanted eyes dancing around her. Since six years removed from proper full-time schoolic exposure to her peers also meant six years without proper guidance regarding garment choice, that role was filled by her aged grandmother on her mother’s side, whose eyes really did suck at being eyes. Ancient, almost outdated kimonos were often draped across Hyori’s petite figure, whose protests were silenced by her grandmother who assured her that it’s “what all the cool kids were wearing.” Battle gear was not any different than her usual wardrobe – Hyori found it absolutely baffling as to how one could possibly change into an entirely different attire during combat.

Forehead Protector: Worn as a belt around her kimono.

Personality:

Her mother was discouraged from having a 2nd child after dangerously giving birth to Hyori and when time came around for the 2nd attempt, she was declared infertile. Distressed about the absence of a direct male heir, her relationship with her daughter represents one that is based on physical gratification. Hyori’s efforts to win the approval of her mother carried on well into her early teens and were recently heavily subdued after her graduation with the realization of some self-worth – not only as a person, but a shinobi as well. Despite this, she somehow feels a stronger sense of attachment to her mother, although she rarely receives the same sentiment back. Her father, on the other hand, quite often showers his daughter with such affection and warmth but Hyori reacts by withdrawing from him and assuming a detached attitude punctuated by bursts of sarcastic humour. This misbehaviour stems from her lack of experience with male suitors (the Electra complex was clearly absent during Hyori’s childhood).

To branch off from her unwillingness to accept her father’s affections, Hyori has often found within herself the longing to secure herself to a man, with no regards to the relationship between them. It is perceivable that she may not have had any partiality for them – she only wanted encouragement to attach herself. Her affections would continually fluctuate but never without an object of interest. And when this desire would die down, she found no need to announce its expiry and kept inside her the emotions associated with heartbreak. Although Hyori considers herself a veteran with the amount of “relationships” she has been involved in, she is yet very alien to the basic principles of human interaction.

The report in general circulation within Kirigakure (and select surrounding nations) of the Iseyas wealth gave her the reassurance for her haughty behaviour. Her manners, though well bred, were not very inviting and she was often in the habit of associating with people of rank and were therefore, in every respect, entitled to think well of herself. Her observations of strangers are often borderline insulting, and Hyori consistently denies every attempt at conversation by those she doesn’t consider herself to be associated or “close” with. She isn’t much for parties or crowds either – during the period of time when her relatives would pay them a visit (occurring every weekend), Hyori scarcely opened her mouth except to complain of fatigue, and was evidently impatient to have the house to herself again.

Having no siblings or any remote interest in the few cousins she has, Hyori has acclimated to the solitary lifestyle she currently lives. Her socially awkward behaviour around others (with the exception of her parents and grandmother) is entirely evident, especially around peers in the same age group. This can be considered as a significant weakness if she does decide to continue as a shinobi – her lack of sensibility for other team members as well as her unwillingness to cooperate will prove to be detrimental to not only her group but herself as well.

Clan: N/A.
Nindō: “We are all essentially side effects of the relentless mutation that made the diversity of life on earth possible.”

THE NINJA.

Origin: Mizu no Kuni – The Water Country.
Affiliation: Kirigakure no Sato.
Rank: Genin | C-rank.
Specialties: Eijutsu | Ninjutsu.
Elemental Affinities: Suiton | Raiton

Combat Style:

During the few times she engages in combat, by definition, Hyori is a long-ranged opponent. Skilled in the art of inspection, she prefers to observe her rivals until enough information has been gathered about their specific combat styles. This tactic is more effective with the presence of other team members, allowing time to analyze her opponents within safety of their attacks. This makes her a competent strategist, allowing her to devise ways for her and her team to either further engage into battle or to retreat. At times when she is alone, her available time is further reduced, resulting in her having to rely on such quick instincts she has not yet discovered. In the times where she blends instinct and strategy, Hyori is surprisingly flexible and can relatively get herself out of most situations with surprising ease.

Her most vulnerable weakness is the lack of muscular strength and associated closed-ranged fighting abilities. Taijutsu has always been a lesser concern due to Hyori being an internal person and focuses her energy through eijutsu and strategy. Because she understands her capabilities at the current, she'll avoid any engagement with taijutsu users and close-ranged ninjutsu practitioners if it is possible. When necessary, Hyori will throw attacks from a comfortable distance, but she much rather prefers to disengage herself from the scene and maximize her eijutsu abilities.

Special Characteristics:

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FACE CLAIM.

Character Claim: Shizuka Hio.
Source: Imaginary Lights Tumblr.
Image URL: Link.

Subject: Re: Iseya, Hyori. [Kiri Genin] Mon 22 Jul 2013, 7:02 am

THE ARSENAL.

Academy Jutsu [9]

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Suiton Jutsu [6]

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Medical Jutsu [8]

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Kits [1]

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Subject: Re: Iseya, Hyori. [Kiri Genin] Mon 22 Jul 2013, 7:02 am

THE BACKGROUND.

History:

Quote :: The act of divorce or even mere conversations regarding the separation of two individuals legally devoted to one another was not met with reason nor acceptance in the Iseya family. Actually a rather serious topic with bitter history and resentment, to the public eye, it just seemed like an unknown practice in that household. According to her memory, which she recalls from around the age of 4 or 5, she lived through those socially ignorant eyes until the spring of her 12th year.

Her seemingly introverted disposition was the excuse her parents needed to confidently explain Hyori’s lack of contact with her peers. It was also something they used to their advantage which caused them to be overly confident about their daughter’s ignorance due to her rarely exiting from her room. Within her presence, her parents took the utmost interest in personifying a marriage free from any quarrels and disputes, but the image would fail with the absence of their daughter. And it wasn’t until her 12th year when she became informed of their efforts to keep her unaware of their failed marriage. She was not near enough to hear any of their conversations but from a distance, she could see how seldom they spoke to each other and how formal and cold was their manner in whatever they did.

For whatever reason, whether it may be genetically driven or stronger emotional attachments, Hyori often felt more compassion towards her mother when she would listen in, purposely and accidentally, on their hushed arguments. But she was not of a disposition in which compassion overflows in mirth and rather decided to know that she was compassionate about her mother, than to feel. Throughout the period of time in which she observed their actions, she felt no responsibility to take part in reconstructing their relationship – from what she saw, it was beyond repair.

There was a period of time when the arguments surpassed the usual level of hostility – during which time the “d”-word was uttered by both parties – but soon after, both their resentments gave way, either due to their affections for Hyori or their mutual understanding of what would be a pointless attempt to break ties and stir up unnecessary tension in the family. Soon after, they reached the level of indifference (which they are in presently) – for one another and towards the situation – with tolerable composure and with a propriety of behaviour equally free from any symptom of bitterness, or any unnecessary complaisance.

Hyori’s childhood passed quietly, unmarked by anything extraordinary. The decision to enroll her into Kiri’s shinobi academy was met with strong disdain from members of her paternal side. Firmly attached to the belief of male dominance, they themselves saw Hyori in an entirely different light – one which composed of housework and tending to their family’s needs. In their reply to the letter which announced Hyori’s enrollment, they sent her parents language so very abusive, especially of Hyori, that for some time all interactions were at an end. But at length, by her grandmother’s persuasion, they were prevailed onto overlook the offence, and seek reconciliation, which was met with a decision to withhold Hyori from proper education for a period of 6 years. Until the 6 years pass, everything would be too recent for gaiety.

However, her father’s insistence on educating his daughter took him to lengths which would be considered “extreme” to his wife and the rest of his siblings, and his final decision – to hire a private tutor – was not met with the greatest of acceptance. However, realizing the bounds of their opinions could not be extended to overpower the birthright of their oldest brother, they slowly backed away and proceeded to judge from a safe distance.

Compared to her peers in the academy, Hyori had very little drive and limited interest in becoming educated and ripening her skills as a shinobi. At first, she was openly against the idea of a tutor taking her afternoons away 5 days a week, but the opposition quickly dispersed upon their first meeting. From that day to the termination of his employment after the academy exams, it was a childish, underdeveloped one-sided love. To her parents, he could be only a man whose purpose was to teach her daughter in return for an excessively high hourly wage and whose merit they would continually undervalue, but to her own more extensive information, he was the person whom she regarded herself with an interest, if not quite so tender, at least reasonable and just (in her opinion), as what her mother felt for her father.

Her pursuit of accomplishments and questionable bursts of enthusiasm and energy were solely due to her affections towards her tutor. Her father was pleased, however, as he saw no signs of the unhealthy attachment of her daughter to the man, and even more so when she graduated just a semester behind her classmates. The ceremony was filled with a mixture of emotions and her parents probably felt for her probably more than she felt for herself. She was then hoping to be soon joined by him, when all her views were overthrown, by seeing him fall a victim to what it seemed to be the final interaction between him and her parents. But the rest of the day passed tranquilly away; the comfort of ease would come in due time.

Roleplay Sample:

Quote :: In the course of time, Mr. Tenshi began to fail. He had been active and healthy, yet his strength left him suddenly; and when he was confined to the chimney corner, he grew grievously irritable. This was especially to be remarked if anyone attempted to domineer over, or impose upon, his favourite; he was painfully jealous lest a word should be spoken amiss to her, seeming to have got into his head the notion that, because his adoration and praise knew no lengths for his daughter, all hated, and longed to do her ill.

He was relentless in worrying about his soul’s concerns, and about ruling Mia rigidly. Oddly, this was highly disadvantageous for her; it was painfully obvious to note that expectations from her afflicted father drifted far from the boundaries of her sympathetic persona. Despite her efforts to conceal her recent assignment from her bed-ridden father, she was outnumbered – her mother, too, thought this to be very appropriate for her anti-social daughter. Evidently, this undertaking required more strenuous effort than what the girl had been used to through fetching herbal tea and extra blankets, and involved the risks associated with damaging her churlish ego.

In order to guarantee that the execution of this mission falls just above the brink of perfection, three components – teamwork, trust and communication, all of which are equally alien to Mia – must be accounted for, and superbly conducted through the whole duration of this errand. As her father’s physical state descended into the troubling depths of a prolonged flu, his indulgences in humoring Mia’s caprices grew; arguably from both pride and affection; he wished earnestly to see her bring honour to the family via a strong alliance with the Kumo council.

Much against her inclination, Mia was persuaded to leave the sweet and safe presence of her parents and accompany her teammates at the entrance of the Great Mines in the ever so visually appealing Gougan District. She deferred her excursion until the late afternoon; a golden afternoon of July – every breath from the hills so full of life, that it seemed whoever respired it, though dying, might revive. It would be of importance to note that this exotic taste of air did not recede upon entering the Gougan District – there was a delightful lack of pollution from the limited population, despite the Great Mines and the accompanying machinery.

The afternoon – bright and cheerful – stole softened in through the dark strands of Mia’s hair, and suffused her face and its occupants with a mellow, tender glow. Her mind was never in a holier frame, than while she gazed on that untroubled image of Divine rest of the clouds. Exiting from her present state as her sandals glided past the threshold of the Gougan District, Mia found it appropriate to inquire as to her expected whereabouts and the vicinity of her teammates. She had no difficulty locating a potential target; Mia and he had a short interview, during which she tried to elicit from him any desirable information, but she could make nothing of his evasive replies, and was obliged to close the examination, unsatisfactorily. He added, however, a solemn warning, that if she was as insane as to venture into the depths of the Great Mines, it would end her life withal.

Mia had great difficulty trying to understand the sincerity and seriousness of the employee’s message with dirt covering every inch of his skin exposed to the environment. Her pacing to and fro from the entrance of the mines was a continual nightmare to him; and, she could see that he suspected, to his co-workers also. A naughty smirk painted itself upon her face when she felt the overwhelming tension emanating from the bodies at work, as if the Gods had forsaken the stray sheep there to its own wicked wanderings, and an evil beast prowled between it and the fold, waiting for his time to spring and destroy.