Name: Katsumada, Yozora
Age: 12
Physical Description: Yozora stands about 5'3" at 12 years of age. She's a female with a slender build, usually found wearing a casual style of dress, leggings under a mid-length purple skirt for easy movement, with a red button up top where the buttons are offset slightly to the right side of the top. She's got long blonde hair which she generally keeps down, though special circumstances force her to put it up in either a bun or ponytail, depending on what she's got time to do in the moment at hand. Yozora's skin is lightly tanned, so as to notice it, but not too dark. She has a scar that looks like it had been given from a large dog or clawed beast on her left shoulder. Her eye color is blue, and she's generally seen with a smile on her face.
Mental Description: Yozora's mental stability depends on the situation she's found in. Often times when she's in a battle, she has a tendency to lose control, inducing a short of calm rage which does on occasion cloud her judgement in the moment. Though during most every day interactions, she's happy-go-lucky, allowing her to make friends rather quickly, and easily. She's the outgoing type, so she's much more interested in walking up to someone new and introducing herself rather than staying in the shadows and keeping quiet. That isn't to say that she doesn't like the shadows though. She's got a thing for the night and dark places, so her mental stability is often brought into question.
History: Yozora grew up in Iwagakure, as did her parents. Her father had been a shinobi and attended the academy when he came of age, whereas her mother was a simple housewife, never opting to run into the path of danger as a kunoichi, and never did have the thought to join the medical side of things. Her home was a loving home, not free of trouble, mind you, but it was loving none-the-less. Being 12 years old, and getting ready for the academy, Yozora found herself reminiscing on her time up to the points she could remember in her childhood, as she was now almost a teenager. Her childhood was a rather active one, with her mother always around she always had meals on the table, and someone around to nurture and care for her, while her father had occasionally gone out on missions for the village, or had regular patrol duty. He brought in enough of a paycheck that her mother didn't have to work a day in her life aside to look after Yozora. It had been around the time she had turned 8 that she started a light training regimen with her father. She had expressed interest in becoming a Kunoichi, which delighted her father, but scared her mother. Her mother always did have a thing against violence, but Yozora found the Kunoichi world fascinating. Every morning, she'd start with a run with her father, until she couldn't take the exercise anymore. This usually only lasted a kilometer or two for the first month, before she started to be able to keep up to her father for the duration of his run, even ending the run without even so much as a huff in her breath. Soon after, she started training with light taijutsu, though only simple things, as her father hadn't wanted her to start so early without the aid of the academy, but during one of his training sessions, he had caught her sneaking up to watch and imitate his movements. Though he thought it was adorable, he tried to stop it to no avail. Around her 10th birthday, Yozora decided she didn't need her father's help anymore and went out on her own to train. As she found a quiet spot to practice what she had learned the past two years, she heard something nearby and decided to trail off to find the source. She was a curious little girl, after all. As she rounded a corner, something lashed out at her, catching her shoulder and sending her to the ground. Her adrenaline pumped, and instead of simply sitting there, afraid for her life, she did what her father said to do in the face of danger that she may not be able to face. She got up and ran. She ran home, and upon arrival, her mother screamed. Yozora's arm was covered in blood. It took some time to clean her up, as her mother was not a medical ninja, so it was all basic technique to her. It was weeks before Yozora had the courage to go train again, but when she had found it, her father graciously accepted to help her once again, this time training her to defend herself. They tried different weapons, but Yozora found she had taken a certain liking to dual daggers. She didn't get to train long with them though, as her 12th birthday arrived, and she had been enrolled into the academy. Her days of proper training, and education had arrived.
Age: 12
Physical Description: Yozora stands about 5'3" at 12 years of age. She's a female with a slender build, usually found wearing a casual style of dress, leggings under a mid-length purple skirt for easy movement, with a red button up top where the buttons are offset slightly to the right side of the top. She's got long blonde hair which she generally keeps down, though special circumstances force her to put it up in either a bun or ponytail, depending on what she's got time to do in the moment at hand. Yozora's skin is lightly tanned, so as to notice it, but not too dark. She has a scar that looks like it had been given from a large dog or clawed beast on her left shoulder. Her eye color is blue, and she's generally seen with a smile on her face.
Mental Description: Yozora's mental stability depends on the situation she's found in. Often times when she's in a battle, she has a tendency to lose control, inducing a short of calm rage which does on occasion cloud her judgement in the moment. Though during most every day interactions, she's happy-go-lucky, allowing her to make friends rather quickly, and easily. She's the outgoing type, so she's much more interested in walking up to someone new and introducing herself rather than staying in the shadows and keeping quiet. That isn't to say that she doesn't like the shadows though. She's got a thing for the night and dark places, so her mental stability is often brought into question.
History: Yozora grew up in Iwagakure, as did her parents. Her father had been a shinobi and attended the academy when he came of age, whereas her mother was a simple housewife, never opting to run into the path of danger as a kunoichi, and never did have the thought to join the medical side of things. Her home was a loving home, not free of trouble, mind you, but it was loving none-the-less. Being 12 years old, and getting ready for the academy, Yozora found herself reminiscing on her time up to the points she could remember in her childhood, as she was now almost a teenager. Her childhood was a rather active one, with her mother always around she always had meals on the table, and someone around to nurture and care for her, while her father had occasionally gone out on missions for the village, or had regular patrol duty. He brought in enough of a paycheck that her mother didn't have to work a day in her life aside to look after Yozora. It had been around the time she had turned 8 that she started a light training regimen with her father. She had expressed interest in becoming a Kunoichi, which delighted her father, but scared her mother. Her mother always did have a thing against violence, but Yozora found the Kunoichi world fascinating. Every morning, she'd start with a run with her father, until she couldn't take the exercise anymore. This usually only lasted a kilometer or two for the first month, before she started to be able to keep up to her father for the duration of his run, even ending the run without even so much as a huff in her breath. Soon after, she started training with light taijutsu, though only simple things, as her father hadn't wanted her to start so early without the aid of the academy, but during one of his training sessions, he had caught her sneaking up to watch and imitate his movements. Though he thought it was adorable, he tried to stop it to no avail. Around her 10th birthday, Yozora decided she didn't need her father's help anymore and went out on her own to train. As she found a quiet spot to practice what she had learned the past two years, she heard something nearby and decided to trail off to find the source. She was a curious little girl, after all. As she rounded a corner, something lashed out at her, catching her shoulder and sending her to the ground. Her adrenaline pumped, and instead of simply sitting there, afraid for her life, she did what her father said to do in the face of danger that she may not be able to face. She got up and ran. She ran home, and upon arrival, her mother screamed. Yozora's arm was covered in blood. It took some time to clean her up, as her mother was not a medical ninja, so it was all basic technique to her. It was weeks before Yozora had the courage to go train again, but when she had found it, her father graciously accepted to help her once again, this time training her to defend herself. They tried different weapons, but Yozora found she had taken a certain liking to dual daggers. She didn't get to train long with them though, as her 12th birthday arrived, and she had been enrolled into the academy. Her days of proper training, and education had arrived.
