Name: Himi Kisho
Age: 11
Gender: Male
Sex: Male
Rank: Academy Student
General Description:
Physical Appearance
Kisho stands at 140 centimeters, slightly above average for his age. His legs were like ravenous roots, stretching hungrily to the earth and they were complimented by an equally impressive wingspan, hardened by years of heavy labor. His whole frame was lithe and athletic, almost topographic. Small mountain ranges made up his spine, his collarbones deep canyons, his chest a plateau.
Yet he has usually soft features, even for a child. His face was round, but came to a dull point at his chin, above which rested a small pair of full lips hiding a set of ivory teeth. A smallish, pointy nose and largish brown eyes along with radiantly brown skin gave no hints towards his gender, rather they tended to an ambiguous appearance.
His hair, long and black, - which he kept down on most occasions to cover a large forehead -, is neatly kept in dreadlocks that fell past his shoulders, most of it resting on his back while a few locs lay on either side of his chest.
Personality
Kisho is a quiet, somber child and although he possesses intelligence, it often manifests as obnoxiousness and arrogance. He loves to please his rapidly growing id, even at the expense of others. Like most children, he has no filter and is rather blunt, mostly oblivious towards other’s feelings. Strangely, he is empathetic, but given the choice between reason and emotion, the former always prevails. He is also temperamental; his mood decides how social or antisocial he is.
Despite his flaws, most of the time he is an enjoyable child, always willing to offer a weird and creative angle to a conversation. His will is strong and when his body fails his spirit is more than willing to finish a job. He is diligent and independent, witty and crafty, engaging and mysterious, yet there always seems to be some distance keeping his peers at bay, no matter how close they may think they are.
History:
Bloodline: Haku
Age: 11
Gender: Male
Sex: Male
Rank: Academy Student
General Description:
Physical Appearance
Kisho stands at 140 centimeters, slightly above average for his age. His legs were like ravenous roots, stretching hungrily to the earth and they were complimented by an equally impressive wingspan, hardened by years of heavy labor. His whole frame was lithe and athletic, almost topographic. Small mountain ranges made up his spine, his collarbones deep canyons, his chest a plateau.
Yet he has usually soft features, even for a child. His face was round, but came to a dull point at his chin, above which rested a small pair of full lips hiding a set of ivory teeth. A smallish, pointy nose and largish brown eyes along with radiantly brown skin gave no hints towards his gender, rather they tended to an ambiguous appearance.
His hair, long and black, - which he kept down on most occasions to cover a large forehead -, is neatly kept in dreadlocks that fell past his shoulders, most of it resting on his back while a few locs lay on either side of his chest.
Personality
Kisho is a quiet, somber child and although he possesses intelligence, it often manifests as obnoxiousness and arrogance. He loves to please his rapidly growing id, even at the expense of others. Like most children, he has no filter and is rather blunt, mostly oblivious towards other’s feelings. Strangely, he is empathetic, but given the choice between reason and emotion, the former always prevails. He is also temperamental; his mood decides how social or antisocial he is.
Despite his flaws, most of the time he is an enjoyable child, always willing to offer a weird and creative angle to a conversation. His will is strong and when his body fails his spirit is more than willing to finish a job. He is diligent and independent, witty and crafty, engaging and mysterious, yet there always seems to be some distance keeping his peers at bay, no matter how close they may think they are.
History:
Kisho's grandparents hail from an insignificant island with insignificant people in Storm Country. Though the world deemed them small in each other’s eyes they were the world. Yet these are the people who often suffer the most; the small, the insignificant, the voiceless. And so through no fault of their own they began to suffer. Here, there was love, while in the world there was treachery and greed. While they basked in the light of love, the world was plotting on them, dark and ready to devour their happiness and reclaim their island for darkness. War was here.
Unfortunately the war was lost, along with the innocence of the island. The losers of war are never treated kindly; the losers of this war were not spared. After the war his grandparents left that country for they recognized it for the cadaver it had become. There was no good left: it was broken and soulless. Resentment replaced joy and the tares began to out grow the wheat.
From there his grandparents went to Kirigakure. Storm Country immigrants were not received well. There was a deep mistrust of the refugees and they found that the hatred flowed both ways. On the island, his grandparents were both respected individuals - his grandmother a doctor and his grandfather a politician. Here they were traitors and wolves in sheepskin. Blacklisted and ostracized they could only find low wage work, forcing them and all the other immigrants to live in villages that were nearly slums.
To his grandparents and the other immigrants, the villages were a little like their old home – before it was corrupted. The hostility they faced forced them to come together and there was some semblance of normalcy. Things were good enough that his grandmother became pregnant with his mother, but soon enough darkness once again found its way into their life.
Rhetoric between the conquered Storm and Kirigakure began to heat up once more, eventually boiling over in the form of an attack on Kirigakure. The darkness had completely consumed what was left of Storm and their weapons revealed the depths of their hatred. They unleashed darkness materialized on Kiri. Terrible beasts with immense power. Life for the immigrants became hell.
Although they were already unofficially separated, they were soon were officially. Facing oppresion and fearing for their lives, they once again looked to immigrate. This time things were much harder, for their movement was restricted. Eventually, they began to leave. Families were oftentimes split up; who was granted permission to leave was entirely arbitrary and seemed to lack any system or accountability.
Kisho’s grandfather eventually found someone to pay off and he quickly whisked his family away. At that moment, while still in a boat, his grandmother gave birth. They were lucky.
They were also unlucky. The boat carried Kisho and his family west. Darkness had spread here too. There was chaos and ruins, along with even more refugees. Kisho’s mother cried. Kisho's father cried. Baby Kisho cried.
They followed the other refugees, staying at temporary homes until a village would except them. Kisho grew up as a nomad for about 10 years, learning at a young age how to live off the land and survive. He learned how to forage, hunt, track, cook, fish and camp. He also developed resiliency, cunning, and courage.
Wandering through the woods of various countries eventually led them to Kumogakure, a village with a climate not much different from Kisho’s home. He recalled stories of snow blanketing the ground and ice crowning the trees. His parents seemed content and they settled there. Fortunately, Kumo was by far the most receptive village yet. While things weren’t great, they became better than their previous situation.
Kisho and his family all chose to be shinobi. Over the years their hearts hardened. The world revealed how it treated insignificant people. There was something wrong with the way it’s inhabitants treated each other. They would either change the world or exact their revenge. With this mindset they could not be satisfied by a civilian life.
Unfortunately the war was lost, along with the innocence of the island. The losers of war are never treated kindly; the losers of this war were not spared. After the war his grandparents left that country for they recognized it for the cadaver it had become. There was no good left: it was broken and soulless. Resentment replaced joy and the tares began to out grow the wheat.
From there his grandparents went to Kirigakure. Storm Country immigrants were not received well. There was a deep mistrust of the refugees and they found that the hatred flowed both ways. On the island, his grandparents were both respected individuals - his grandmother a doctor and his grandfather a politician. Here they were traitors and wolves in sheepskin. Blacklisted and ostracized they could only find low wage work, forcing them and all the other immigrants to live in villages that were nearly slums.
To his grandparents and the other immigrants, the villages were a little like their old home – before it was corrupted. The hostility they faced forced them to come together and there was some semblance of normalcy. Things were good enough that his grandmother became pregnant with his mother, but soon enough darkness once again found its way into their life.
Rhetoric between the conquered Storm and Kirigakure began to heat up once more, eventually boiling over in the form of an attack on Kirigakure. The darkness had completely consumed what was left of Storm and their weapons revealed the depths of their hatred. They unleashed darkness materialized on Kiri. Terrible beasts with immense power. Life for the immigrants became hell.
Although they were already unofficially separated, they were soon were officially. Facing oppresion and fearing for their lives, they once again looked to immigrate. This time things were much harder, for their movement was restricted. Eventually, they began to leave. Families were oftentimes split up; who was granted permission to leave was entirely arbitrary and seemed to lack any system or accountability.
Kisho’s grandfather eventually found someone to pay off and he quickly whisked his family away. At that moment, while still in a boat, his grandmother gave birth. They were lucky.
They were also unlucky. The boat carried Kisho and his family west. Darkness had spread here too. There was chaos and ruins, along with even more refugees. Kisho’s mother cried. Kisho's father cried. Baby Kisho cried.
They followed the other refugees, staying at temporary homes until a village would except them. Kisho grew up as a nomad for about 10 years, learning at a young age how to live off the land and survive. He learned how to forage, hunt, track, cook, fish and camp. He also developed resiliency, cunning, and courage.
Wandering through the woods of various countries eventually led them to Kumogakure, a village with a climate not much different from Kisho’s home. He recalled stories of snow blanketing the ground and ice crowning the trees. His parents seemed content and they settled there. Fortunately, Kumo was by far the most receptive village yet. While things weren’t great, they became better than their previous situation.
Kisho and his family all chose to be shinobi. Over the years their hearts hardened. The world revealed how it treated insignificant people. There was something wrong with the way it’s inhabitants treated each other. They would either change the world or exact their revenge. With this mindset they could not be satisfied by a civilian life.
Kisho’s family possesses a very unique ability which is passed through the mother’s DNA – the ability manipulate ice. A stronger, more durable form of ice. Known as crystal ice, it is said to be a gift from God, a blessing upon those who loved him.
The founder of their village actually came from Water Country, a shinobi with a thirst for adventure and power. He left Water Country with 11 other families their totality making up the 12 major clans of the island. They found the island's climate to be harsh, generally consisting of two seasons; fall and winter. The fall was cool and wet while the winter was cold and icy; storms bashed the island all year long.
It was on this island in Storm country that these families were tossed upon by a storm. They were a religious folk, not zealots, but they took their faith seriously. (In recent years, interest in religion had waned, leading the more pious resident to suggest this for their misfortunes. ) They specialized in water jutsu, being from Water Country and used it gather sea resources, which was their main source of food besides whatever the forest offered during the fall.
During the winter strange noises were heard in the forests. The rivers seemed to whisper, and the sea began to sing. One particular winter lasted six years. The waters were frozen over with thick ice and they were quickly running out of food. Evil things began to creep from their pits and terrorize the inhabitants of the island. Children were coming up missing. They were under attack by something that they could not yet see.
As the winter carried on, the enemy began to show its face. The island was occupied by a malicious water spirit and its offspring whom had every intention of killing them all. The wife of the head founder gathered the women to pray daily, hoping faith might save their country.
One day, as she was leaving the prayer group the water spirit attacked her. The ground opened beneath her as water rushed in around her. Her own water jutsu were useless as was trying walk on top of it. She began to sink, thinking of her family, friends, and the slowly dying village. A small prayer escaped her lips as she clasped her hands together : ” Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink: let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters. Let not the waterflood overflow me, neither let the deep swallow me up, and let not the pit shut her mouth upon me. And hide not thy face from thy servant; for I am in trouble: hear me speedily.”
No longer did she sinks but she began to rise. The water beneath her turned into ice until finally she was standing upon a frozen lake her enemy opposite her. It took the form of a ghoulish creature, bewildered and annoyed.
The matriarch no longer was in control of her body. She sped through handseals as columns of Lake ice raced towards the creature. Five columns struck it, sending it reeling back before sharpening and pinning it a large boulder. 10 large ice sheets then surrounded it. She clenched her hand into a fist and the ice sheets all connected, effectively sealing the creature inside...
She was the first with the ability to control the ice. Her children also were blessed, although her sons' children were not. Due to its method of inheritance, an interesting gender dynamic was created. Though not entirely a matriarchy, women became extremely important and help equally footing with the men. There would be no gift were it not for the women.
Kisho’s mother told him this story dozens of times as they marched from village to village. She always made sure she reminded him that they were not always peasants, who his ancestors were, about how blessed he was. She even helped him practice manipulating ice, which she continues to do.
The founder of their village actually came from Water Country, a shinobi with a thirst for adventure and power. He left Water Country with 11 other families their totality making up the 12 major clans of the island. They found the island's climate to be harsh, generally consisting of two seasons; fall and winter. The fall was cool and wet while the winter was cold and icy; storms bashed the island all year long.
It was on this island in Storm country that these families were tossed upon by a storm. They were a religious folk, not zealots, but they took their faith seriously. (In recent years, interest in religion had waned, leading the more pious resident to suggest this for their misfortunes. ) They specialized in water jutsu, being from Water Country and used it gather sea resources, which was their main source of food besides whatever the forest offered during the fall.
During the winter strange noises were heard in the forests. The rivers seemed to whisper, and the sea began to sing. One particular winter lasted six years. The waters were frozen over with thick ice and they were quickly running out of food. Evil things began to creep from their pits and terrorize the inhabitants of the island. Children were coming up missing. They were under attack by something that they could not yet see.
As the winter carried on, the enemy began to show its face. The island was occupied by a malicious water spirit and its offspring whom had every intention of killing them all. The wife of the head founder gathered the women to pray daily, hoping faith might save their country.
One day, as she was leaving the prayer group the water spirit attacked her. The ground opened beneath her as water rushed in around her. Her own water jutsu were useless as was trying walk on top of it. She began to sink, thinking of her family, friends, and the slowly dying village. A small prayer escaped her lips as she clasped her hands together : ” Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink: let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters. Let not the waterflood overflow me, neither let the deep swallow me up, and let not the pit shut her mouth upon me. And hide not thy face from thy servant; for I am in trouble: hear me speedily.”
No longer did she sinks but she began to rise. The water beneath her turned into ice until finally she was standing upon a frozen lake her enemy opposite her. It took the form of a ghoulish creature, bewildered and annoyed.
The matriarch no longer was in control of her body. She sped through handseals as columns of Lake ice raced towards the creature. Five columns struck it, sending it reeling back before sharpening and pinning it a large boulder. 10 large ice sheets then surrounded it. She clenched her hand into a fist and the ice sheets all connected, effectively sealing the creature inside...
She was the first with the ability to control the ice. Her children also were blessed, although her sons' children were not. Due to its method of inheritance, an interesting gender dynamic was created. Though not entirely a matriarchy, women became extremely important and help equally footing with the men. There would be no gift were it not for the women.
Kisho’s mother told him this story dozens of times as they marched from village to village. She always made sure she reminded him that they were not always peasants, who his ancestors were, about how blessed he was. She even helped him practice manipulating ice, which she continues to do.
