Name:Misaki, Kyoko
Age:8
Physical Description:
Kyoko is a rather small little girl barely at a height of 4' 2''. Though you couldn't just call her small because of her less than average stature. She has spaghetti string limbs and a petite body overall which looks like it will be blown away in the wind if she's not careful. Her hair is long and brunette, braided painstakingly every morning with an array of weaves to reign it in. For you see, it tends to be a free spirit much like herself and will sprawl out if left to its own machinations. Still a little girl who just barely transitioning into being an academy nin, one could still expect her to wear frilly dressed embroided with frilly flowers. Yet the dresses she wears tend to be simplistic generally a light maroon color with a white undershirt. Sometimes she can be seen with a fluffy teddy bear who is a little worn out and missing an eye. Her cheeks are fairly plump and her belly has a bit of belly fat that can be seen if one looked a bit closer. Lastly her smile although modest, holds a soft and somewhat pure demeanor.
Mental Description:
As of now Kyoko is a kind hearted girl rather than nice. She tends to believe that everyone is nice and would want to be her friend. She's an outgoing girl who would rather have the company of others, including uncomfortable and scowling adults, than be alone. It borders on dependency at times. She's also an imaginative girl and inquisitive. Although it may take her longer to learn things than others, she has an innate drive to master things she's interested in. Although sometimes she can be a bit flippant if said topic isn't her jam. As an impressionable child she doesn't have a set in stone moral compass as her motto is still that of playing with friends and eating cupcakes.
History:
Chapter 0: It came from the abyss
Misaki, Genbyorou rushed forth through a dark and dreary home. Sound seemed to be non-existent as the storm outside howled in a blind fury. Each step he took felt heavy, as if he was wading through wall of water. Even though his stomach churned and lungs stung with a fiery fury, he sprinted up his staircase. Although he wasn't the strongest of shinobi, Kyoko's soon to be father struggled with a staircase he should have normally been able to vault over with ease. Nevertheless he trudged forth and broke out into the hall leading toward his wife's room which left him dumbfounded for a moment. No matter how hard he ran, it stayed just out reach and tantalized him. It emanated a deathly aura with a voiceless howl of agony thrusting forth. He instinctively knew who was crying out, but could not reach his wife. As his body gave out and he was on all fours drenched in sweat and assaulted by pangs of pain coursing through his very frame, he looked up to see a being of black walk through the bedroom door. He clutched its head and trembled as if it was all it could do to contain its pain. As Misaki peered into the demon's supposed visage, it stared back. Without words, it turn around and vanished without a trace.
Although not before leaving behind a ghastly scene. By the time what he described as a genjustu was lifted, he found a group of his wife's family standing over her cold lifeless body, drenched in a fresh coat of crimson. In her lifeless arms was a wailing baby with a distinct seal on its right cheek which vanished before his very eyes. The ones who birthed his daughter didn't say a word as they exited the room. He meekly approached her body, with a sense of primal dread. Despite her life being taken from her, the woman still had a soft loving expression etched on her pained countenance. Her eyes closed with a slight smile still lingering, a haunting look of satisfaction and love still there despite what had happened. Despite his shaking body, he carefully unwrapped his wife's arms from their daughter and took a good look at the unknowing newborn. " Ahh kyoko, I know you don't understand my baby girl..you must carry your mother's legacy no matter what..".
Kyoko and her father managed to live a fairly happy life. He had her bear his name to hide her lineage from her and strove to teach her to be a independent and strong girl. Although it was hard to pull off because his little girl never liked being alone. She always slept in his room and never did anything without the company of others. Although he might be able to guess why, he knew he couldn't afford to go easy on her. Kyoko's father always professed that she should be strong and do things on her own. He always hammered the value of doing things she didn't like, because they were good for her. Such subjects for a little girl like her was going to the bathroom on her own or putting away her toys downstairs at night time. He believed that if she was most afraid of being alone that it would be paramount to teaching her to become stronger.
Now as for being a shinobi she always was eager when it came to training. Such motivations surprised him as she didn't want to learn how to cook or sew,but rather throw a kunai. This was the one time he felt a sense of relief, that he wouldn't have to try hard to teach her self defense. Although the little girl lacked aptitude she made up for it with a tenacity that astonished even her father. Many times the girl would be so driven that he would need to cast a genjutsu on her to lull her to asleep, lest she harm herself trying to hit the target with her kunai. The combination of desert heat and physical strain was often too much for a young Kyoko who had a less than stellar chakra pool.
From the age of 8 he enlisted her into academy where she quickly strove to make friends with others. Although despite her cheery exterior, she often kept her legs sticking out of her desk and rarely reached in her cubby hole under it to grab school supplies. Her need to be with someone often got her made fun of. Little kids despite being innocent, can sometimes be meaner than adults because they lack that tact and awareness when they are buttheads. Multiple times Kyoko had to go home because she refused to use the rest room on her own, earning her the moniker of "pee girl". Yet she never once got mad at the others for their jeering, despite understanding their intentions. Kyoko was deathly afraid of solitude and was always staring off into the corners with a sense of trepidation masked by her soft smile and eager attitude.
Despite her strange tendencies, she was still able to live a fairly normal life until one dreadful day. She stepped outside of her normal path home without much of a care in the world. Though as she walked along with her friend, there was something strange about her. The girl standing next to kept moving forward unhindered despite Kyoko feeling winded. The friend kept walking, looking to the side as if there was someone still there. Kyoko cried out to the people around her, but they didn't acknowledge her. Each person who looked toward her screeched at her before walking along. Her world spun and a chill overcame her. The shadows around her became more pronounced, writhing and swirling about in a frenzy. They closed in on her, screeching in her eyes until it felt like her ear drums would burst in pain. Her fingers dug into the dirt until they bled, but even that didn't free her. Although she couldn't describe it, it felt as if she was being enveloped by nothingness as it lulled her into a false sense of security...nay until it lulled her into a waking slumber. The fire in her eyes began to fade and mind losing its salience. It was in this moment that she saw something lying in wait, amongst the shadows formless and without humanity. It had no human features, but the way it bobbed its head like a bird, was unmistakingly it targeting the lost little girl.
" No, I dun-- wan'ah not be 'fraid anym're", she said while biting her lips. The thing jiggled its head as if it was held up by springs and slowly encroached upon her. By now Kyoko was on her knees staring straight head and shaking vehemently. " No. I. WANT. TO.BE.LEFT.ALONE"! As it just inches from her face, she said nothing. The world around her melted, but Kyoko instinctively knew if she was lulled into its pace, she would disappear. It was a primal instinct that made her yell at once more. " No! I don't wanna'be with you. youre not nice"! The ghoul arms stopped inches from her as her eyes glowed with a malicious aura. A long spiral manifested briefly, before a strong arm wrapped around her chest and a big burly hand covered her eyes. "Shhh little one, s'all right", he said. Kyoko wimpered with a single tear coursing down her cheek. She felt the rays of the hot desert sun beating down on her and the warmth of the man who broke the silence. A crowd of people peered onto her, some shielding their children from looking onto the strange girl. Earning her the moniker of "wailing banshee".
As she weezed and struggled to free herself, her eyes peered forward without blinking once. "misst'r you won't make me not feel things"? The shinobi shook his head and said, " yes I would never do such a thing". She gulped and asked, " 'n you won't yell at me"? The shinobi took a deep breath and held fast, " nope". She balled her fists up and said, " n---n'd if'n i wanna be alone you will leave me"? The shinobi paused for a moment and said, "not right now little one".
Why?
" Hmm? It's because you need help", he said with a solemn tone. Kyoko however missed all cues and zero'd in on his refusal. " Leave'me Ahh-LONE"! He shook his head and she took his steadfast grip on her as a refusal. " Let' GO"! The girl ended up being knocked unconscious and taken to a hospital, where her father found her room being guarded by a few academy teachers. They peered at him with eyes full of contempt, but he didn't avert his gaze. Eyes locked for a good minute, one finally relented and gestured for him to go in. What he found was a room of palpable darkness with his daughter staring at the wall with blood shot eyes.
If she doesn't calm down, she may lose her eye sight. We would rather not put her under drugs at her age.
"Kyoko..darling"? Silence only pervaded, safe for the compressions of the machine supplying her with oxygen. He sat by her side and saw her hand clutching her sheets with a trembling,but taught fist. " La da daaa dah, da da dah dah, la dee dee da daa dahh...Hold fast, stay strong my sweet song bird. Though you may be scared, though you maay be frightened, hope will always prevail...La da...da dah da daah". Her fist let up, but she did not avert her gaze. " That's not..how it goes papa". He pat her head and sighed, " Yes your papa is no good at singing, twas your mother's gift". She blinked, for the first time in 8 hours and stared up at her father as the light of the dawn snuck through the blinds. "It's gonna be alright little one".
note:
I'm choosing to start with the Uchiha blood line and I'm only foreshadowing her Kinjutsu, by making it a family curse of sorts. What she saw was merely the catalyst for her bl and the monster backing off for unknown reasons. It will never affect combat threads or anyone else's rp, but rather serve as the reason for her acting a little cautiously when compared to others.
