Name: Chōdayū — [長太夫]
Age: 17
Physical Description:
Chodayu's crown stands high at a full height of 172cm. Like the silk she is accustomed to wearing, her dark hair falls smooth, reaching the beginning of her thighs. Outside work, she wears it down, letting it drape over her shoulders, and outside work, she's seen in a white haori atop a darker nagagi. Attire that separates her from her sisters and offers a disguise in an emergency.
At her lips lay some form of a curve, always. Never seems to reach her eyes, only behind the walls of her job. Although not small, her voice carries a melody gentler than most. Possesses a shape akin glass; a voice fit for entertaining the masses.
Mental Description:
Distinguished by her manners, Chodayu is quiet; instigates conversation only when needed. Elegant; pours sake without dripping or drenching her long kimono sleeves, and attentive; offering an ear and branding the words of those around her like a tattoo within her memory. In the most dire circumstances, she is able to show the utmost restraint without ever lapsing into vulgarity. This display comes out first for customers; second for the rest.
Although her display promises a perfect young woman, Chodayu's true thoughts are masked to the outside world. Peek inside and you might see cracks — like spider webs — occupying the corners of her mind. What's an entertainer if not a liar?
History:
A girl born not to a family but a house. One of needles planted across tatami mat floors. One of halls echoing the song of a three-stringed shamisen. A plank would whine under her white-socked feet, but she'd never remove her eyes from the gap in the doors. Would continue to gaze upon silk and tar coated pearls.
Chodayu was one of many girls adopted by her mother at an age too young to reminisce. If her story didn't begin there, then it began with a merchant stumbling upon an abandoned child within the belly of the mountains. Or so she was told.
Growing up, she was given a plethora of classes that promised to make an artisan out of her. With the help of a loving mother, she underwent training that started as a series of everyday household chores. Along with her sisters, she was taught obedience and the harsh wiring of the place which housed and fed them. Arts followed soon after, and by the age of nine, Chodayu had mastered the shamisen.
Training followed her into early adulthood; her job in her mother's teahouse posed no hindrance to her other activities. Soon, she'd built a habit of self-teaching the ways of a kunoichi at day, when her sisters weren't looking, and working away the nights at the house, when they were. An easy task for the house slept under the sun, and only rose with the moon.
Bloodline/Core ability: None.
Age: 17
Physical Description:
Chodayu's crown stands high at a full height of 172cm. Like the silk she is accustomed to wearing, her dark hair falls smooth, reaching the beginning of her thighs. Outside work, she wears it down, letting it drape over her shoulders, and outside work, she's seen in a white haori atop a darker nagagi. Attire that separates her from her sisters and offers a disguise in an emergency.
At her lips lay some form of a curve, always. Never seems to reach her eyes, only behind the walls of her job. Although not small, her voice carries a melody gentler than most. Possesses a shape akin glass; a voice fit for entertaining the masses.
Mental Description:
Distinguished by her manners, Chodayu is quiet; instigates conversation only when needed. Elegant; pours sake without dripping or drenching her long kimono sleeves, and attentive; offering an ear and branding the words of those around her like a tattoo within her memory. In the most dire circumstances, she is able to show the utmost restraint without ever lapsing into vulgarity. This display comes out first for customers; second for the rest.
Although her display promises a perfect young woman, Chodayu's true thoughts are masked to the outside world. Peek inside and you might see cracks — like spider webs — occupying the corners of her mind. What's an entertainer if not a liar?
History:
A girl born not to a family but a house. One of needles planted across tatami mat floors. One of halls echoing the song of a three-stringed shamisen. A plank would whine under her white-socked feet, but she'd never remove her eyes from the gap in the doors. Would continue to gaze upon silk and tar coated pearls.
Chodayu was one of many girls adopted by her mother at an age too young to reminisce. If her story didn't begin there, then it began with a merchant stumbling upon an abandoned child within the belly of the mountains. Or so she was told.
Growing up, she was given a plethora of classes that promised to make an artisan out of her. With the help of a loving mother, she underwent training that started as a series of everyday household chores. Along with her sisters, she was taught obedience and the harsh wiring of the place which housed and fed them. Arts followed soon after, and by the age of nine, Chodayu had mastered the shamisen.
Training followed her into early adulthood; her job in her mother's teahouse posed no hindrance to her other activities. Soon, she'd built a habit of self-teaching the ways of a kunoichi at day, when her sisters weren't looking, and working away the nights at the house, when they were. An easy task for the house slept under the sun, and only rose with the moon.
Bloodline/Core ability: None.
