Name: Kaguya Shiro
Age: 8
Physical Description: At a first glance, Shiro appears to be a relatively fragile looking girl, despite it being quite the opposite. Although being able to run and jump and do all manner of activities like the rest of the boys could, she simply exuded a look that warranted one to try and be careful around her. Not so much because she projected a feeling of fear but rather because those not familiar with her might have the tendency to believe they could break her if they just as much as shook her less than gently. The perception of being physically weak was something Shiro tried to dispel, though her choice of certainly didn’t help the fact.
Opting for less than conventional attire, her garments were more reminiscent of the vestments likely to be seen on a porcelain doll. Soft and gentle shades of violet hues coveted her body in a long dress that was as cute as it was proper. The long locks of her gray, nearly white silky hair were symbolic to her look, and quickly separated her from the crowd with ease. Beyond that, the intense but refreshing look of her light forest green eyes seemed to captivate as many adults in awe as children in jealous praise. And on her forehead, just above her eyebrows, a set of red dots marked her for as long as she could remember. Only knowing that it was a memento from the past and from her parents, she always kept it thereon.
Mental Description: Always a mild mannered girl, Shiro takes the time to overthink what she says in most any scenario. Although usually done as a method to avoid unneeded conflict or misunderstanding, it is by in large done to avoid difficult situations altogether. Of course, where she to be driven to the point of anxiety and stress, or nervous fidgeting, it stands to reason that she would have difficulty saying what she needed to say, and opt instead for what she wanted to say. Beyond that, Shiro is usually nice to everyone save for those that are repeatedly mean spirited and toxic towards her. She also has the unfortunate tendency to hold grudges, so should she ever be betrayed or disappointed, the individual would be hard pressed in their struggle to regain the trust that was lost. Though she is the kind to go out of her way to help others, she’s shy enough to lessen social exposure to no more than it is required in hopes of minimizing her chances of being embarrassed and ridiculed; two of her greatest fears. Still, should she be approached with patience and befriended, Shiro is known to be an extremely loyal friend that will fight and protect those that care for her as she cares for them.
History: For the larger part of the life she cannot recall, Shiro has been adequately blessed with just enough luck. Her parents were expecting, and ready for her birth where she was welcomed with open arms. Shortly after her birth however, her father became a victim to the crime that ran rampant in the dealings of merchants. And with not a lot to fall back on, her mother sought refuge where she had last expected to go: a ninja village. There, the mother would care for the child as best as she could for the first couple years of her life. It seemed as though fate or destiny itself had recalled her with anticipation to rejoin the husband that was taken far too early into his life. The cause of death was attributed to a terminal disease, likely genetic, that could not be appropriately controlled. And while Shiro was healthy at the time, the medics cautioned her potential future caretakers to be wary as the illness could as easily show up on her as it did on her parents. It was all simply a matter of luck.
Without her parents, the care of the child would thus fall on the state where she was sent to a foster home. All the children were treated well there by the adults, and there was recurring encouragement to leave, assuming a select number of them had the necessary skills, the potential, and the will to become a shinobi. While Shiro did dream about leaving the foster home on a daily basis, she had no hopes that she would ever do so through combat prowess. Her best bet, she thought, was simply to be taken in by a foster family, or grow old enough to be allowed out to live her life as an ordinary citizen. But alas, once more, fate seemed to have a different alternative already pre selected for the young girl.
Shortly after she turned eight years of age, she was visited by a pair of adults that were easily identified as Cloud shinobi. One of them seemed skeptical about the girl, while the other simply directed curious glances towards Shiro. After looking through some form of booklet for several minutes, one of them pointed at her and smiled in a way that would have indicated either enjoyment, satisfaction, or fulfilment. Shiro didn’t know what the book said nor what the book showed, but if it was about her and it made someone else happy, it couldn’t possibly be bad. As it turned out, they believed her to have the potential to become a kunoichi one day. And despite Shiro not having believed in herself, having someone else trust in what she could do was quite simply, nice. Still unaware of what exactly made her special, as she was oblivious to the surname she carried and what potential it presented for her future, the young girl moved forth, promising to try her very best, to be the kunoichi she wanted to be.
Age: 8
Physical Description: At a first glance, Shiro appears to be a relatively fragile looking girl, despite it being quite the opposite. Although being able to run and jump and do all manner of activities like the rest of the boys could, she simply exuded a look that warranted one to try and be careful around her. Not so much because she projected a feeling of fear but rather because those not familiar with her might have the tendency to believe they could break her if they just as much as shook her less than gently. The perception of being physically weak was something Shiro tried to dispel, though her choice of certainly didn’t help the fact.
Opting for less than conventional attire, her garments were more reminiscent of the vestments likely to be seen on a porcelain doll. Soft and gentle shades of violet hues coveted her body in a long dress that was as cute as it was proper. The long locks of her gray, nearly white silky hair were symbolic to her look, and quickly separated her from the crowd with ease. Beyond that, the intense but refreshing look of her light forest green eyes seemed to captivate as many adults in awe as children in jealous praise. And on her forehead, just above her eyebrows, a set of red dots marked her for as long as she could remember. Only knowing that it was a memento from the past and from her parents, she always kept it thereon.
Mental Description: Always a mild mannered girl, Shiro takes the time to overthink what she says in most any scenario. Although usually done as a method to avoid unneeded conflict or misunderstanding, it is by in large done to avoid difficult situations altogether. Of course, where she to be driven to the point of anxiety and stress, or nervous fidgeting, it stands to reason that she would have difficulty saying what she needed to say, and opt instead for what she wanted to say. Beyond that, Shiro is usually nice to everyone save for those that are repeatedly mean spirited and toxic towards her. She also has the unfortunate tendency to hold grudges, so should she ever be betrayed or disappointed, the individual would be hard pressed in their struggle to regain the trust that was lost. Though she is the kind to go out of her way to help others, she’s shy enough to lessen social exposure to no more than it is required in hopes of minimizing her chances of being embarrassed and ridiculed; two of her greatest fears. Still, should she be approached with patience and befriended, Shiro is known to be an extremely loyal friend that will fight and protect those that care for her as she cares for them.
History: For the larger part of the life she cannot recall, Shiro has been adequately blessed with just enough luck. Her parents were expecting, and ready for her birth where she was welcomed with open arms. Shortly after her birth however, her father became a victim to the crime that ran rampant in the dealings of merchants. And with not a lot to fall back on, her mother sought refuge where she had last expected to go: a ninja village. There, the mother would care for the child as best as she could for the first couple years of her life. It seemed as though fate or destiny itself had recalled her with anticipation to rejoin the husband that was taken far too early into his life. The cause of death was attributed to a terminal disease, likely genetic, that could not be appropriately controlled. And while Shiro was healthy at the time, the medics cautioned her potential future caretakers to be wary as the illness could as easily show up on her as it did on her parents. It was all simply a matter of luck.
Without her parents, the care of the child would thus fall on the state where she was sent to a foster home. All the children were treated well there by the adults, and there was recurring encouragement to leave, assuming a select number of them had the necessary skills, the potential, and the will to become a shinobi. While Shiro did dream about leaving the foster home on a daily basis, she had no hopes that she would ever do so through combat prowess. Her best bet, she thought, was simply to be taken in by a foster family, or grow old enough to be allowed out to live her life as an ordinary citizen. But alas, once more, fate seemed to have a different alternative already pre selected for the young girl.
Shortly after she turned eight years of age, she was visited by a pair of adults that were easily identified as Cloud shinobi. One of them seemed skeptical about the girl, while the other simply directed curious glances towards Shiro. After looking through some form of booklet for several minutes, one of them pointed at her and smiled in a way that would have indicated either enjoyment, satisfaction, or fulfilment. Shiro didn’t know what the book said nor what the book showed, but if it was about her and it made someone else happy, it couldn’t possibly be bad. As it turned out, they believed her to have the potential to become a kunoichi one day. And despite Shiro not having believed in herself, having someone else trust in what she could do was quite simply, nice. Still unaware of what exactly made her special, as she was oblivious to the surname she carried and what potential it presented for her future, the young girl moved forth, promising to try her very best, to be the kunoichi she wanted to be.
