Name: Bakuen Hibana
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Sex: Female
Rank: Academy Student
General Description: A budding young lady, Hibana is the child of civilian workers within the village hidden in the clouds. She sports her curled snow-white hair as it cascades over a sub layer of yellow beneath it. Her hair reaches the small of her back when unfurled but she tends to keep it in a medium length pony-tail. She disliked maintaining so much hair but one of the last things she remembered of her mother was how much she loved Hibana's hair as she had inherited her hair texture with his color. So she refused to cut it. A cool and restrained contrast to her tanned skin tone inherited from her father. A lavender streak runs through the middle to match her lavender colored eyes both inherited from her mother, HIbana's appearance is that of a demure and soft-spoken adolescence. She smiles and laughs like any normal girl her age, but behind her smile hides a sadness that keeps her true identity a secret from everyone around her. Average height for a girl her age, Hibana mostly keeps to herself almost as if she feels guilty to enjoy her time, this may give off an air of being detached and aloof, but she is able to engage with others just fine. Typically mild-mannered, Hibana goes through great mental strain not to allow her more expressive emotions to give insight on her true feelings. She keeps a calm demeanor until properly provoked, a flower waiting to bloom.
History:
"Accidents happen" a phrase Bakuen Hibana had heard for as long as she could remember that she assumed it to be the family mantra. She'd heard her parents say it, her aunts, uncles, cousins. friends... everyone. When a cup filled with liquid would spill, someone would drop a glass plate, or bump into one another, a couple of lighthearted laughs and a few chuckles later, the phrase would be uttered, without fail.
"Accidents happen."
So it became a part of her lexicon without much effort and as she grew up, she too would casually utter the phrase whenever applicable as she grew up. Hibana's upbringing was fairly average, while she was small, her parents took her with them all over Lightning Country as they conducted their business and sold their wares. It always seemed to smell of sugar and fried confectionaries wherever they went. There was always people around wearing clothes and everyone always seemed to be having a good time. Hibana enjoyed life.
One evening Hibana was waiting with her father among a crowd of onlookers. Another festival, at this point, they were a usual occurrence for the now 8 year old Hibana. Her father, also tan skinned with white hair, gripping her hand tightly amongst the shuffle of the other civilians all standing by, waiting in expectation for something.
This particular festival was supposed to conclude it's evening with an entertaining fireworks display. However, as Hibana, her father, and the rest of the crowd continued to wait for something to break the darkness of the night's sky, the annoyance and confusion of the crowd began to grow exponentially the longer there was silence. None were more anxious than Hibana's father.
Minutes passed and it was clear something had gone wrong with the expected show. Hibana's father grabbed her and rushed to where their stand was. Leaving her outside of the collapsable wooden stand, she'd grown used to calling her second home, Hibana's father rushed inside looking for his companion.
Several minutes passed and Hibana began to worry. She could hear her father further within their shed, but what was odd was that it seemed he was crying. Too young to understand at the time, Hibana made her way towards her father, who at this time was coddling a wrapped body.
When he finally realized that Hibana was there, her father, jumped to stead himself. He would be strong in the face of his daughter because she'd lost just as much as he had.
"I'm so sorry sweetie... accidents happen."
He'd attempt to comfort her as her pure adolescent eyes were washed away with a flood of tears as the reality of life would soon replace whatever semblance of a childhood the girl would ever have again. She'd lost her mother and all she knew was that it was an accident.
What was it? What had happened? The thought would plague her dreams and strain her relationship with her father for the next half decade until she'd finally had enough.
Her father, Bakuen Hiruzen had grown cold and distant. The loss of his wife shook him to his core and he now operated as a ghost of his former self. Their business slowly faded and in need of money and food, Hibana decided she would join the shinobi academy to earn money as a shinobi. The once bright-eyed and plucky little girl, now dimmed with reality, a forced smile through pained eyes.
[Her history is purposefully left vague in areas as I'd like to explore them more as the character develops. I hope this is enough for now.]
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Sex: Female
Rank: Academy Student
General Description: A budding young lady, Hibana is the child of civilian workers within the village hidden in the clouds. She sports her curled snow-white hair as it cascades over a sub layer of yellow beneath it. Her hair reaches the small of her back when unfurled but she tends to keep it in a medium length pony-tail. She disliked maintaining so much hair but one of the last things she remembered of her mother was how much she loved Hibana's hair as she had inherited her hair texture with his color. So she refused to cut it. A cool and restrained contrast to her tanned skin tone inherited from her father. A lavender streak runs through the middle to match her lavender colored eyes both inherited from her mother, HIbana's appearance is that of a demure and soft-spoken adolescence. She smiles and laughs like any normal girl her age, but behind her smile hides a sadness that keeps her true identity a secret from everyone around her. Average height for a girl her age, Hibana mostly keeps to herself almost as if she feels guilty to enjoy her time, this may give off an air of being detached and aloof, but she is able to engage with others just fine. Typically mild-mannered, Hibana goes through great mental strain not to allow her more expressive emotions to give insight on her true feelings. She keeps a calm demeanor until properly provoked, a flower waiting to bloom.
History:
"Accidents happen" a phrase Bakuen Hibana had heard for as long as she could remember that she assumed it to be the family mantra. She'd heard her parents say it, her aunts, uncles, cousins. friends... everyone. When a cup filled with liquid would spill, someone would drop a glass plate, or bump into one another, a couple of lighthearted laughs and a few chuckles later, the phrase would be uttered, without fail.
"Accidents happen."
So it became a part of her lexicon without much effort and as she grew up, she too would casually utter the phrase whenever applicable as she grew up. Hibana's upbringing was fairly average, while she was small, her parents took her with them all over Lightning Country as they conducted their business and sold their wares. It always seemed to smell of sugar and fried confectionaries wherever they went. There was always people around wearing clothes and everyone always seemed to be having a good time. Hibana enjoyed life.
One evening Hibana was waiting with her father among a crowd of onlookers. Another festival, at this point, they were a usual occurrence for the now 8 year old Hibana. Her father, also tan skinned with white hair, gripping her hand tightly amongst the shuffle of the other civilians all standing by, waiting in expectation for something.
This particular festival was supposed to conclude it's evening with an entertaining fireworks display. However, as Hibana, her father, and the rest of the crowd continued to wait for something to break the darkness of the night's sky, the annoyance and confusion of the crowd began to grow exponentially the longer there was silence. None were more anxious than Hibana's father.
Minutes passed and it was clear something had gone wrong with the expected show. Hibana's father grabbed her and rushed to where their stand was. Leaving her outside of the collapsable wooden stand, she'd grown used to calling her second home, Hibana's father rushed inside looking for his companion.
Several minutes passed and Hibana began to worry. She could hear her father further within their shed, but what was odd was that it seemed he was crying. Too young to understand at the time, Hibana made her way towards her father, who at this time was coddling a wrapped body.
When he finally realized that Hibana was there, her father, jumped to stead himself. He would be strong in the face of his daughter because she'd lost just as much as he had.
"I'm so sorry sweetie... accidents happen."
He'd attempt to comfort her as her pure adolescent eyes were washed away with a flood of tears as the reality of life would soon replace whatever semblance of a childhood the girl would ever have again. She'd lost her mother and all she knew was that it was an accident.
What was it? What had happened? The thought would plague her dreams and strain her relationship with her father for the next half decade until she'd finally had enough.
Her father, Bakuen Hiruzen had grown cold and distant. The loss of his wife shook him to his core and he now operated as a ghost of his former self. Their business slowly faded and in need of money and food, Hibana decided she would join the shinobi academy to earn money as a shinobi. The once bright-eyed and plucky little girl, now dimmed with reality, a forced smile through pained eyes.
[Her history is purposefully left vague in areas as I'd like to explore them more as the character develops. I hope this is enough for now.]
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