|Henorami Eri|-Subliminal

[Hisui]

(~| Personal |~)
Name: Henorami Eri
Alias: Rise
Age: 17
Height: 5'7"
Gender: Female
Body Frame: Slender yet Curvy
Natural Hair Color: Raven
Natural Eye Color: Amethyst
Rank: Med-Nin w/Tenure
Branch: Med-Nin
Bloodline: Yamanaka||Hashigaki
CA: Reckless!
Kinjutsu: Chimera
Chakra Mark: Lotus Flower on Palm.
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Henorami Faction
Position: -Plus
Recent Objective: Restocking
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Agility: 600/600
Stamina: 600/600
Ninjutsu: 600/600
Taijutsu: 600/600
Genjutsu: 600/600
Chakra Control: 600/600
Capped Points: ---

Power level: 3600
Stat Average: 600
AP: 12

Elemental Affinity Majors: Metal || Sound?
Elemental Affinity Minors: -Place Here-

[ Personality||Appearance ]:

For one thing, she doesn't look seventeen, she is fully formed, with an elegant but decidedly curvy bone-structure; her body is almost slender as any other kunoichi, but it's a well-developed woman's body, perfectly proportioned with broad shoulders and nice hips, slender but rich with muscle; and the poise and confidence with which she moves and speaks belong to a much older person. It is difficult to think of her as anything other than an adult. And then there is her beauty, breathtaking and flawless, which can batter down anybody's defenses with a soft look and a slow smile. Her eyes are huge and slightly slanted like a fawn's, the soft warm gray of wood-smoke tinged with violet and flecked with gold, framed by impossibly long black lashes and exquisitely arched brows; her skin is as luminous and smooth as an infant's, her downy cheeks bear a hot strawberry blush, and her opulently carved lips are a luscious cherry-red; her thick black hair is soft and glossy, worn in a cherubic halo of loose curls.
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[ " I've never been fond of trembling, but I guess... " ]

Capture of Chimera #1 - Power
---Eri knew what it was like to be regal; to rule over something that God had made. But she never knew that daylight could be dangerous. It was easier to pretend, to act as if the rustling of the leaves were from the wind and the dancing of shadows were the dancing of tree. Yes, it was easier to pretend. To pretend that the eyes that burned at the back of her neck were mid-day stars. She had to ignore the prescence of power that had slid through the grass itself, aiming to coerce her into moving from her spot within the grass. During such, the power had attempted to lay claim to her throne, leaving small pieces of its existence within the grass as she moved her hands along the herbs. It had known that she was afraid that her 'kingdom', her 'world' had no longer felt as if it would be her own. It seemed as if the terrain had become firmer that day, bracing itself for the tremor of Eri but she had sworn...That she had never been fond of trembling, just planting and uprooting with her sickle.

The power had struck her from with the venom of impatience and malice, strangling her neck. It had left punctures within her skin, blood sliding down her skin. She had never been fond of trembling, but she guessed. After months of peeking through the gaps in the grass, it hadn't figured it out. His fangs weren't strong enough to bite through her resistance so, she had escaped it's grasp. It had thought that it had escaped her gaze, but she planted her sickle in his throat and uprooted his head.

 

[Maki]

Inactive as of this post.