Name: Eimin, Panahime
Age: Eleven
Gender: Intersex
Sex: Female
Rank: Genin
General Description: Princess of flowers, death or eternal sleep. Unlike those of her cult, most haven’t seen the average egotistical, grimaced and calamitous nature that lingers within her past, in fact, most have seen the complete opposite of it. Panahime is revealed as a strong, brave, cutesy cheerful, happy and positive soul held to a smile tied to a sympathetic-glassy heart for the world, easily friendly and social with others, but she, herself isn’t quite easily spoken. She is quite playful and childish to an extent, as she has the habit of singing and humming, along with playing a few tricks and being a bit too reckless.
However... Something is quite off. Something is quite weird.
As most appear to see only this happy and positive nature with a smile almost never fazed by negativity—There is more to this book than the cover. Behind her mask. She knows and feels that she is nothing more than a bloodlusting and flesh finding fiend. A monster held to the illusion of normal. A mere product from the past. A scarred child who is left broken, however, that would quite untrue. Because. Somewhere within this still beating heart only assumed as something that keeps her alive, she has a little feeling and a little care. However, she assumes, she is nothing short of a psychopath, which functions highly and quite adept at concealing her nature; a predator waiting to break at the seams and release her true nature. Something that she had trained herself to reserve when truly needed. Channeling herself into a weapon for this village that found her, she offered her body as a weapon without a needed pay.
In appearance. Petite. Five foot one in height and one hundred and five pounds. Panahime is a young girl right under the age of thirteen and thus on her preteen year. Rare and interesting, quite ordinary from the average person to people—Panahime is an albino. Lacking quite a bit of pigmentation within her skin and hair, however, she managed to have blue hues. Her white hair is sharply cut just above her shoulders with two five foot braids held to a loop and the rest trailing behind her in elegance. In terms of attire, she has different tastes which is actually a theme from her river side living. Compressed against her chest, bandages held themselves tight to make whatever bosom she has non-existent, as these bandages found themselves on her chest, they also find themselves wrapped around her hands and in the same color as her hair; along with ideal panties.
Held cover this is a white fading into a blue base of a kimono top, with the white design of a dragon on both length sleeves. This color is based with a long skirt sharing the same pattern, minus the dragon. It clings to her waist with the skirt starting at the middle of the band, wrapping around all the way behind to and stopping at her side, leaving her right leg completely exposed. Revealing the stocking that shoots all the way up to her mid thigh, holding an elegant design as well. As little features. She dons an owl mask. She has pointy canine teeth on top and bottom of her mouth, her ears are pointy and lastly, she has scars on her wrists.
History: Cold, damp and dreary. Desolation formed into a cave left almost sacred behind a river’s fall, that was where the soul once resigned… Be it a still broken melody and an empty hearth down by her sea; her to be blame, so she’ll remain. Desolation wasn’t something always served so delicately as a cold knife to the heart, a stab to the back or a mere chain presenting them to suffer among those with hatred filled hues—Dancing in their shadows, the twelve shined their brightest in her own vain. The Ram, the dragon, the serpent, the zebra, the boar, the wolf, the monkey, the hare, the moose, the owl, the tiger and lastly, the hime. Their story was simple. Specially, that of her.
As named and monikered, the age of rite and the twisted prophecy called Maonoyote<i></i> within a sadistic belief, something believed close to Jashinism—Twelve houses get together to offer their first-born children as sacrifices to their god, with a specific animal to reference their wish and desire, which is supposedly believed to be fulfilled when their suffering is fulfilled in death and on their death, upon the death, their desire and wish is. However. This is not the complete case. As there is one survivor allowed and that who lives is granted something, inhuman and empowering. The ritual is admitted to be something that both limits the cult in numbers and preserves their beliefs for their future.
The symbol of known as Hime, the girl that survived named that of Panahime, was a young girl subjected to not only watching those she befriended, slowly go insane or simply not wake up, along with take part, but out of survival was forced to eat those said friends—She was the youngest, as she was merely five when forced into this ritual. Among the bones, the smell and dried blood, the hollow shell of the breathing girl sat, consumed on a veil of chakra acting as a cover. Needlessly within suggestion or those that assumed, the duration of a year was enough to break something within the girl as she was reclaimed by that of this family of a cult, as a mere vessel, a hollow body and shut down mind.
Therapy wasn’t one of the things the cult had, as brainwashing was their replacement and suffering their comfort, however, within its stead, they explored her mentality. They choose to make the girl their experiment, desiring to build her from zero to one hundred percent and inspect this wish, this power that presented itself in a cover of chakra. However, their testing had only gotten so far when their experimentation caught the attention of a set of Kumogakure shinobi. However, that wasn’t quite the truth. Due to the cults evil deeds, that caught up and their saving grace happened to be the child they had within their grasp, a child that forced the unit at the time to reconsider their course of action. Involving the CPSS within the case of obtaining this child, the discovery of Panahime, a seven year old girl who became an interest of Kumogakure’s recruitment.
Over the course of a few days, another group was summoned forth to obtain Panahime, awhile rooting out the weeds that have been causing quite a few issues for the village. A more skillful unit slipped and wiggled their way into kidnap the girl, who was bound chains with bodies around her, rotting. Attempting to not have a combat situation, the masked shinobi found themselves conversing with the girl and asking her if she wished to be free or stay within this place—If so, she needn’t to be scared. They were here to help her, which, she had been too weak, far too weak, to bother fighting against them. Within this time of successfully gathering the girl. Some of the members of the same unit found themselves rooting out the weeds that had been stirring a few issues for the village, by means of elimination. A mission success. The group fled with the girl in arms who murmured not a single word.
Welcome to Kumogakure:
Rehabilitation seemed to be the first thing done when they bought the girl back—Placing the girl in a safe place with a whole day’s sleep. She was passed off into the hands of medical branch to receive therapy, which lasted for a year or two with some results, they were able to piece a few things back together to get her to say just a few words. Some of her therapy was interactions with social situations, which didn’t quite blow over so well… For many reasons. Testing her ability to read, write and understand, she held an intelligence test that caught a few eyes. After the month, they said therapy would be needed every day after her lessons or classes and cleared her being allowed into the academy. Within the meantime, she was told to read books and study interactions between others.
Somewhere within her therapy, which still baffled those that treated her. Her first day within the academy was an interesting, she wasn’t rude and she wasn’t aggressive. She was simply curious, however, she avoided others and most conversations, even circled around those who stood still and talked to her before walking away—Scouting them out or simply judging them. They weren’t sure. However. Every day after that, she was absorbed in learning techniques and she seemed to be a natural learner. With the ability to understand friend from foe. Almost retaining some of her childhood innocence. However, they forbid her from engaging in combat training with other students and any social engagement had to be watched, something she mustn’t be aware of. Thus, most of her learning was done with adults or those with a careful eye. Due to this special training, she graduated within two years, becoming genin at age eleven.
Special request: May I have my name changed to “Eimin Panahime”.
Age: Eleven
Gender: Intersex
Sex: Female
Rank: Genin
General Description: Princess of flowers, death or eternal sleep. Unlike those of her cult, most haven’t seen the average egotistical, grimaced and calamitous nature that lingers within her past, in fact, most have seen the complete opposite of it. Panahime is revealed as a strong, brave, cutesy cheerful, happy and positive soul held to a smile tied to a sympathetic-glassy heart for the world, easily friendly and social with others, but she, herself isn’t quite easily spoken. She is quite playful and childish to an extent, as she has the habit of singing and humming, along with playing a few tricks and being a bit too reckless.
However... Something is quite off. Something is quite weird.
As most appear to see only this happy and positive nature with a smile almost never fazed by negativity—There is more to this book than the cover. Behind her mask. She knows and feels that she is nothing more than a bloodlusting and flesh finding fiend. A monster held to the illusion of normal. A mere product from the past. A scarred child who is left broken, however, that would quite untrue. Because. Somewhere within this still beating heart only assumed as something that keeps her alive, she has a little feeling and a little care. However, she assumes, she is nothing short of a psychopath, which functions highly and quite adept at concealing her nature; a predator waiting to break at the seams and release her true nature. Something that she had trained herself to reserve when truly needed. Channeling herself into a weapon for this village that found her, she offered her body as a weapon without a needed pay.
In appearance. Petite. Five foot one in height and one hundred and five pounds. Panahime is a young girl right under the age of thirteen and thus on her preteen year. Rare and interesting, quite ordinary from the average person to people—Panahime is an albino. Lacking quite a bit of pigmentation within her skin and hair, however, she managed to have blue hues. Her white hair is sharply cut just above her shoulders with two five foot braids held to a loop and the rest trailing behind her in elegance. In terms of attire, she has different tastes which is actually a theme from her river side living. Compressed against her chest, bandages held themselves tight to make whatever bosom she has non-existent, as these bandages found themselves on her chest, they also find themselves wrapped around her hands and in the same color as her hair; along with ideal panties.
Held cover this is a white fading into a blue base of a kimono top, with the white design of a dragon on both length sleeves. This color is based with a long skirt sharing the same pattern, minus the dragon. It clings to her waist with the skirt starting at the middle of the band, wrapping around all the way behind to and stopping at her side, leaving her right leg completely exposed. Revealing the stocking that shoots all the way up to her mid thigh, holding an elegant design as well. As little features. She dons an owl mask. She has pointy canine teeth on top and bottom of her mouth, her ears are pointy and lastly, she has scars on her wrists.
History: Cold, damp and dreary. Desolation formed into a cave left almost sacred behind a river’s fall, that was where the soul once resigned… Be it a still broken melody and an empty hearth down by her sea; her to be blame, so she’ll remain. Desolation wasn’t something always served so delicately as a cold knife to the heart, a stab to the back or a mere chain presenting them to suffer among those with hatred filled hues—Dancing in their shadows, the twelve shined their brightest in her own vain. The Ram, the dragon, the serpent, the zebra, the boar, the wolf, the monkey, the hare, the moose, the owl, the tiger and lastly, the hime. Their story was simple. Specially, that of her.
As named and monikered, the age of rite and the twisted prophecy called Maonoyote<i></i> within a sadistic belief, something believed close to Jashinism—Twelve houses get together to offer their first-born children as sacrifices to their god, with a specific animal to reference their wish and desire, which is supposedly believed to be fulfilled when their suffering is fulfilled in death and on their death, upon the death, their desire and wish is. However. This is not the complete case. As there is one survivor allowed and that who lives is granted something, inhuman and empowering. The ritual is admitted to be something that both limits the cult in numbers and preserves their beliefs for their future.
The symbol of known as Hime, the girl that survived named that of Panahime, was a young girl subjected to not only watching those she befriended, slowly go insane or simply not wake up, along with take part, but out of survival was forced to eat those said friends—She was the youngest, as she was merely five when forced into this ritual. Among the bones, the smell and dried blood, the hollow shell of the breathing girl sat, consumed on a veil of chakra acting as a cover. Needlessly within suggestion or those that assumed, the duration of a year was enough to break something within the girl as she was reclaimed by that of this family of a cult, as a mere vessel, a hollow body and shut down mind.
Therapy wasn’t one of the things the cult had, as brainwashing was their replacement and suffering their comfort, however, within its stead, they explored her mentality. They choose to make the girl their experiment, desiring to build her from zero to one hundred percent and inspect this wish, this power that presented itself in a cover of chakra. However, their testing had only gotten so far when their experimentation caught the attention of a set of Kumogakure shinobi. However, that wasn’t quite the truth. Due to the cults evil deeds, that caught up and their saving grace happened to be the child they had within their grasp, a child that forced the unit at the time to reconsider their course of action. Involving the CPSS within the case of obtaining this child, the discovery of Panahime, a seven year old girl who became an interest of Kumogakure’s recruitment.
Over the course of a few days, another group was summoned forth to obtain Panahime, awhile rooting out the weeds that have been causing quite a few issues for the village. A more skillful unit slipped and wiggled their way into kidnap the girl, who was bound chains with bodies around her, rotting. Attempting to not have a combat situation, the masked shinobi found themselves conversing with the girl and asking her if she wished to be free or stay within this place—If so, she needn’t to be scared. They were here to help her, which, she had been too weak, far too weak, to bother fighting against them. Within this time of successfully gathering the girl. Some of the members of the same unit found themselves rooting out the weeds that had been stirring a few issues for the village, by means of elimination. A mission success. The group fled with the girl in arms who murmured not a single word.
Welcome to Kumogakure:
Rehabilitation seemed to be the first thing done when they bought the girl back—Placing the girl in a safe place with a whole day’s sleep. She was passed off into the hands of medical branch to receive therapy, which lasted for a year or two with some results, they were able to piece a few things back together to get her to say just a few words. Some of her therapy was interactions with social situations, which didn’t quite blow over so well… For many reasons. Testing her ability to read, write and understand, she held an intelligence test that caught a few eyes. After the month, they said therapy would be needed every day after her lessons or classes and cleared her being allowed into the academy. Within the meantime, she was told to read books and study interactions between others.
Somewhere within her therapy, which still baffled those that treated her. Her first day within the academy was an interesting, she wasn’t rude and she wasn’t aggressive. She was simply curious, however, she avoided others and most conversations, even circled around those who stood still and talked to her before walking away—Scouting them out or simply judging them. They weren’t sure. However. Every day after that, she was absorbed in learning techniques and she seemed to be a natural learner. With the ability to understand friend from foe. Almost retaining some of her childhood innocence. However, they forbid her from engaging in combat training with other students and any social engagement had to be watched, something she mustn’t be aware of. Thus, most of her learning was done with adults or those with a careful eye. Due to this special training, she graduated within two years, becoming genin at age eleven.
Special request: May I have my name changed to “Eimin Panahime”.
