Name: Hitodama Ishva
Age: 13
Gender: Male
General Description: Ishva is a very precocious child. Standing at 5'5, he is taller than a fair portion of his peers. A shaggy mop of windswept but soft hair clings to his head like a fluttering wisp of cloud -- stark white in it's coloration. Brilliant green eyes shine out from between his locks of hair. Rather pale in complexion, his body is toned moderately, or as moderately as a 13 year old ninja in training's body could hope to be. He wears several bracelets on his left wrist, and a small amethyst necklace given to him by his father around his neck. Aside from those accessories, he keeps his appearance rather plain and sensible.
Much like his look, he tries to keep his head sensible too. He is very rash, emotional, and sensitive to things around him. However, he is very aware of this, and acts often to correct it. Plagued by an internal dialog, he rationalizes most of his choices without letting his feelings get in the way. However, his feelings are often factors in his rationalizations, and even if he feels he made a wise logical decision, that doesn't mean it really was. He is a fast learner and has always prided himself on that. Very observational, in social situations Ishva is more commonly spotted watching and listening than speaking and acting. While not necessarily thinking himself above his peers or better than them, he looks down on those who aren't intelligent in the same ways he is.
History: Ishva's parents meant well. Thats about all; but despite that he turned out fine. Fine enough, at least. His father was a carpenter and plagued by demonic shackles in the form of his love for booze. His mother, a hair dresser, too had her issues with substance. They were able to get along and stay together for much of the young boys life until he was around 6. The split was cataclysmic to his parents. However, it seemed to affect him less than it did them. Without being in such close proximity to eachother all the time, they both seemed to slow down their habits with the bottle. They were civil when they saw eachother in public, but there were grudges and much banter. While they still loved eachother, they could not stand to be around eachother for too long. Ishva omehow able to tune of the familial drama, it even scared his mother and father how easily he handled it all. Taking turns living with each of his parents for a few months at a time, he eventually went to go live with his father so that he could enroll in the Ninja academy, and therein lies the rest of his adventure.
Age: 13
Gender: Male
General Description: Ishva is a very precocious child. Standing at 5'5, he is taller than a fair portion of his peers. A shaggy mop of windswept but soft hair clings to his head like a fluttering wisp of cloud -- stark white in it's coloration. Brilliant green eyes shine out from between his locks of hair. Rather pale in complexion, his body is toned moderately, or as moderately as a 13 year old ninja in training's body could hope to be. He wears several bracelets on his left wrist, and a small amethyst necklace given to him by his father around his neck. Aside from those accessories, he keeps his appearance rather plain and sensible.
Much like his look, he tries to keep his head sensible too. He is very rash, emotional, and sensitive to things around him. However, he is very aware of this, and acts often to correct it. Plagued by an internal dialog, he rationalizes most of his choices without letting his feelings get in the way. However, his feelings are often factors in his rationalizations, and even if he feels he made a wise logical decision, that doesn't mean it really was. He is a fast learner and has always prided himself on that. Very observational, in social situations Ishva is more commonly spotted watching and listening than speaking and acting. While not necessarily thinking himself above his peers or better than them, he looks down on those who aren't intelligent in the same ways he is.
History: Ishva's parents meant well. Thats about all; but despite that he turned out fine. Fine enough, at least. His father was a carpenter and plagued by demonic shackles in the form of his love for booze. His mother, a hair dresser, too had her issues with substance. They were able to get along and stay together for much of the young boys life until he was around 6. The split was cataclysmic to his parents. However, it seemed to affect him less than it did them. Without being in such close proximity to eachother all the time, they both seemed to slow down their habits with the bottle. They were civil when they saw eachother in public, but there were grudges and much banter. While they still loved eachother, they could not stand to be around eachother for too long. Ishva omehow able to tune of the familial drama, it even scared his mother and father how easily he handled it all. Taking turns living with each of his parents for a few months at a time, he eventually went to go live with his father so that he could enroll in the Ninja academy, and therein lies the rest of his adventure.
