Basic Knowledge:
Birth/Real Name: Mizutsune mira
Adopted Name: None
Alias: The Chubby Chef
Physical Age: 17
Height: 5'11
Weight: Around 320
Gender: Female
Day of Birth: November
Zodiac Sign:
Village: Sand
Alignment: Sunagakure
Rank: Genin
Religion: None / Unknown
Languages: Common
Skin tone: Chocolate
Eyes: Violet
Hair: Light Black
Hands and feet: Overweight, but regular
Markings/Tattoos: None
Other features: Made of Thread / Warps her appearance constantly
Relationship: None
Looks Like: Yoghurt by Jeetdoh on Devientart
Physical Description:
Mira stands at 5'11 feet tall and weighs around 320 pounds. Mira, ironically to her name, is a bright, fiery person. Her skin is tanned to a light chocolate color. Her gut rests outwards just above her groin with dual layers of fat. She has a scar that runs alongside her stomach with five black stitches, though from what she gained it from is unknown. Her light black hair goes down to her neck and naturally curls a bit, with a single strip of hair that goes down to her ankles. Her chubby face is embedded with bright violet eyes. Her arms have some chub to them, though they hold a good amount of muscle. Her hands are smooth and that of a slacker, but erupt into the maws of the Touji bloodline. Mira has bloated thighs and feet similar in shape to an elephant's own, though a bit smaller.
She tends to be in the extreme ends when it comes to clothes. In the heavier end of her clothes, she wears a bright orange and black overcoat with a flipped over collar, though her hair tends to hide the collar. The coat's sleeves are rarely filled, left to sway in the wind. Then down to her pants, she tends to wear baggy black pants that split just below the knees, ending in strangely clean tatters. A loincloth-like extension covers the groin region on the top of the pants, marked with a blue, soapy bubble. However, on the lightest part of her outfit, Mira only wears bandages for a top. They tightly grasp her chest, leaving nothing to gawk at.
Mira during active duty or just walking around town wears an assault jacket with a high collar and extended shoulder pads. Under the vest is a black jumpsuit with white cloth wrapped around the left leg to show a small pouch. A belt helps keep the entire uniform together, littered with multiple pouches towards the edge of Mira's thighs. A cloth cap coats Mira's head, draping to the sides a bit like hair to protect her from the heat. Her headband wraps around the cloth, showing her alignment to Sunagakure. Her legs are covered in layers of cloth to protect her from sand nipped at her heels, to her casual gray shoes.
Character's Mental Description:
History:
Birth/Real Name: Mizutsune mira
Adopted Name: None
Alias: The Chubby Chef
Physical Age: 17
Height: 5'11
Weight: Around 320
Gender: Female
Day of Birth: November
Zodiac Sign:
Alignment: Sunagakure
Rank: Genin
Religion: None / Unknown
Languages: Common
Skin tone: Chocolate
Eyes: Violet
Hair: Light Black
Hands and feet: Overweight, but regular
Markings/Tattoos: None
Other features: Made of Thread / Warps her appearance constantly
Relationship: None
Looks Like: Yoghurt by Jeetdoh on Devientart
Physical Description:
She tends to be in the extreme ends when it comes to clothes. In the heavier end of her clothes, she wears a bright orange and black overcoat with a flipped over collar, though her hair tends to hide the collar. The coat's sleeves are rarely filled, left to sway in the wind. Then down to her pants, she tends to wear baggy black pants that split just below the knees, ending in strangely clean tatters. A loincloth-like extension covers the groin region on the top of the pants, marked with a blue, soapy bubble. However, on the lightest part of her outfit, Mira only wears bandages for a top. They tightly grasp her chest, leaving nothing to gawk at.
Mira during active duty or just walking around town wears an assault jacket with a high collar and extended shoulder pads. Under the vest is a black jumpsuit with white cloth wrapped around the left leg to show a small pouch. A belt helps keep the entire uniform together, littered with multiple pouches towards the edge of Mira's thighs. A cloth cap coats Mira's head, draping to the sides a bit like hair to protect her from the heat. Her headband wraps around the cloth, showing her alignment to Sunagakure. Her legs are covered in layers of cloth to protect her from sand nipped at her heels, to her casual gray shoes.
Character's Mental Description:
Mira is normally a lazy, stable person, but she is extremely passionate when she is motivated. Her eyes sparkle and burn with emotion followed closely by her face, leaving everyone aware of her emotional state. She loves all forms of art and to the end of that, Explosions. She enjoys making explosions, feeling the flame and enjoying the bright glows of crimson. She knows a good amount of self-control, but she loves her hobbies to the point of looking like recklessness. She fears being set on fire, but not fire itself. She is normally a bit anxious around flames for this reason, and never using direct fire ninjutsu. She's also immature useing weird tactics and weapons to get what she wants with a flurry of fun added on...
History:
The Childhood Years:
Breath. That was the single command that came to her mind when she was first born, but she did not have any lungs to breath with. An amber glow was all that she could make as she squirmed and twisted around herself. Mira felt only cold, wet things. The tips of her body felt a burning thing grab her before an explosion of light awoke her senses. She was fished out of a tube of hundreds of pitch black threads, all flowing gently in a glowing test tube. She was so small then, about the size of the average Yen coin. It dawned upon her that this stranger in white dragged her away with a careful grace. He was preparing for her, or was she being prepared for him? He felt so warm and so alive. She slowly became jealous of this strange gift this man had.
The glowing amber thing flopped into glowing emerald hands that made her feel so, bubbly! She felt like she had to burp, but this bubble just kept on growing up inside her tell she bloated. The piece of thread ripped itself apart, turning into a thin frame of a ball. She didn't feel pain, instead just confusion that she was being peeled. She rubbed up against whatever was pushing her open, tasting it upon her threads. It was so sweet and savory! It was so thin, yet felt like it was a boulder of weight. She couldn't have just a sip, so she began to plunge in. The strange figure that was making the green ball gasped in surprise, watching the threads begin to grow longer like hair. The threads took their sweet time, savoring each and every slurp from the strange orb of green power. The liquid was her Ambrosia, and she refused to be taken from her only treat. Each thread suckling like a baby to its mother, in a strange unaware bliss that let it grow.
The growing mass was kept fed by another hand, one that was harsher and more worked, but sweet just the same. The aether flowed like flood gates, feeding her more and more. She was now around the size of the figure's hand. When it was done, it began to play with her threads as if it were dough. The feelings were just like all the others, strange, foreign, and new. The warm fingers unraveled her strict body, warping around the fingers as if she was melting. The man in panic brought his hand back, letting the ball fall to the floor. Squish she went! She was splattered over the floor like a deflated tower, every part of her hanging out. She just bubbled with pleasure before being picked up with tweezers. She was quickly brought back to her cage to regenerate, which she never managed to do.
She became basically dough from that point on, always flopped over and spread out like some molten blob. The man felt horrible about ruining the experiments, but quite the contrary proved to be the truth. It made her love of life even greater, it made her thirst for warmth a near zealotic lust. She wanted to be like these gods of peach, tan, brick and obsidian with all of her metaphorical hearts.
The Adolescent Years:
Each Human was warm with life and fed her nectar. Each and every time she was fed, the heavenly bliss made her disfigured body bloat more and more. She was as large as one of the gods now, but she was still a molten beach ball in appearance. When she was being fed again, her body hit its critical mass of thought. The chain reaction within her body was subtle, but her mind grew more than the heart of a Grinch. Her body warped forward, reaching past the energy and pooling around the fingers of the woman. She squeaked in horror, calling for something known as 'Help'. The words meant nothing to her now that she has her hands on her prey, and her lust for warmth could finally be sated. She grew a hideous smile inside herself as she finally got what she desired for so long...
Mira began shaping an arm, her fingers forming first based off of the molds she was consuming. The surge of thread flew back from the woman's arm to reveal the replica. It was warped to a fatter, more droopy form, but the fact it copied her was what made her calm down. She kneeled down and nervously yanked her other arm up out of her lab coat. She slowly stuck her hand into the mass of bubbling thread, which was molded and formed around her body. It was stitched to a new position reminiscent of the other, which it began to learn from. The more appropriate mold was switching information down the threads, which had all changed to be more of a nervous system. All of the information trading made her one giant living brain of thread. With her large arms formed, the thing surged and wrapped around the woman. She screamed in more of a cold gasp of shock as the cold threads began examing her skin, replicating the detail and after a short amount of time, the color. The light chocolate appearance she acquired rapidly came from the thread, which softly suckled from its god's body. The thread twirled around her face gently, sticking into each and every pore and drinking the hormones. it left her face soft and smooth afterwards, but that was just a distraction at the moment. She began to copy the complex details of the face while being puffed up from the woman, rising up as a blob of nightmare black thread.
Within a minute, the woman fell to the floor in a overwhelmed coma. Standing there was the form of the large woman, looking as if a hundred pounds at least were added to the frame due to her early deformation of figure. Now, now she could see properly. The eye replicas finished forming, and through it she finally saw the complex figures and shapes of the world. She recoiled in horror as the help she had called for finally arrived. Three revolver wielding guards, which all proceeded to lower their guns at the sight of the nude woman. She silently looked up, before allowing her new found instincts to take over. She gave off a kind smile before accepting air for the first time. She warped her throat to form vocals, channeling her words out in a slow, precise single breath, "Hi! I think she might need some help..."
Mira was quickly shown clothes, and as such became an intimidating figure of war, if it weren't for her soft, fat appearance. She opened her violet eyes to her new clothes. She could feel and replicate the texture, but seeing the colors for herself? It was a wonderful, warm sight! She looked down to the slightly smaller man and yanked him up with all of her might. She kissed the scientist on the forehead which made his face burn up a bit. After composing himself, the lessons began. She learned the concept of chakra, and the fact that being made of spirit and body means that it can also be reversed. By being reversed, chakra turned her into body and spirit and got absorbed like water into the thread. She was physically knitted into existence, and with that, she became born as a living thing.
The strangeness of reversal made sense to her, but how it was done was a bit crazy. She just accepted it as fact and learned from the videos she watched. Hand signs, warping her chakra, and generating chakra all came naturally. The strange beast of thread would become a civilized, happy, yet lazy creature that just enjoyed life. She would create massive explosions wherever she was needed, and try to work as a soldier of Sand. Now that the storm is gone and the sun can be seen, the lazy soldier hunts on for an even brighter future for her masters.
In her down time, Mira learned the dynamic art of using pastry dough by infusing her chakra into it. Warping the ingredients like her own thread, she would create cakes, pastries, and other concoctions like a 3D printing! She never revealed HOW she made her craft, but it was so simple to make she literally breathed out cakes if she wanted to! With this discovery out of the way, Mira decided to open up her own business as a chef! As an artist of flesh and sweet delights that reminded her of her past, she decided she had to be able to wear these 'clothes' people speak of. She even began to design clothes for herself, which were some of the most revolting things in the world. Now they are mismatching patterns of crazy that just happen to be extremely convenient, so it has a purpose at least! the strange clothes would make her look like she was cosplaying horribly, but in truth, it was her lack of understanding of Human nature. The unknown thing lumbers on, enjoying every second of every hour.
The Present:
The woman of thread was born to be a medical worker. A living puppet of thread that could think for itself and protect people wherever it went! That was their original plan, but out came a fat, chocolate skinned woman who absorbed the Touji part of the chakra bath. The woman known as Mira has only lived for a very short time, and in that time she knows almost nothing of Human culture. The Threadborne knows how to utilize her deadly talents for the greater good, but otherwise she is lost. By faking colors with chakra and shaping her entire body to be a fluidless husk of a person, she had one of the highest potentials for being an infiltrator, if it weren't for a man messed with her and warping her appearance.
The woman's most noticeable advancement, and pretty much only advancement, since she was released from her master's experiments was her shop! She opened a store on the surface to the new Sand, offering pasty dough she had barfed up into cakes! By utilizing the freshest ingredients with her Earth Ninjutsu, and the purification of Flame ninjutsu, she makes explosive cupcakes that explode gently out of their wrappers when opened. The custom made pastries are one of the fastest ways to get treats in Sunagakure, so she has started to attract a small fanbase.
Breath. That was the single command that came to her mind when she was first born, but she did not have any lungs to breath with. An amber glow was all that she could make as she squirmed and twisted around herself. Mira felt only cold, wet things. The tips of her body felt a burning thing grab her before an explosion of light awoke her senses. She was fished out of a tube of hundreds of pitch black threads, all flowing gently in a glowing test tube. She was so small then, about the size of the average Yen coin. It dawned upon her that this stranger in white dragged her away with a careful grace. He was preparing for her, or was she being prepared for him? He felt so warm and so alive. She slowly became jealous of this strange gift this man had.
The glowing amber thing flopped into glowing emerald hands that made her feel so, bubbly! She felt like she had to burp, but this bubble just kept on growing up inside her tell she bloated. The piece of thread ripped itself apart, turning into a thin frame of a ball. She didn't feel pain, instead just confusion that she was being peeled. She rubbed up against whatever was pushing her open, tasting it upon her threads. It was so sweet and savory! It was so thin, yet felt like it was a boulder of weight. She couldn't have just a sip, so she began to plunge in. The strange figure that was making the green ball gasped in surprise, watching the threads begin to grow longer like hair. The threads took their sweet time, savoring each and every slurp from the strange orb of green power. The liquid was her Ambrosia, and she refused to be taken from her only treat. Each thread suckling like a baby to its mother, in a strange unaware bliss that let it grow.
The growing mass was kept fed by another hand, one that was harsher and more worked, but sweet just the same. The aether flowed like flood gates, feeding her more and more. She was now around the size of the figure's hand. When it was done, it began to play with her threads as if it were dough. The feelings were just like all the others, strange, foreign, and new. The warm fingers unraveled her strict body, warping around the fingers as if she was melting. The man in panic brought his hand back, letting the ball fall to the floor. Squish she went! She was splattered over the floor like a deflated tower, every part of her hanging out. She just bubbled with pleasure before being picked up with tweezers. She was quickly brought back to her cage to regenerate, which she never managed to do.
She became basically dough from that point on, always flopped over and spread out like some molten blob. The man felt horrible about ruining the experiments, but quite the contrary proved to be the truth. It made her love of life even greater, it made her thirst for warmth a near zealotic lust. She wanted to be like these gods of peach, tan, brick and obsidian with all of her metaphorical hearts.
The Adolescent Years:
Each Human was warm with life and fed her nectar. Each and every time she was fed, the heavenly bliss made her disfigured body bloat more and more. She was as large as one of the gods now, but she was still a molten beach ball in appearance. When she was being fed again, her body hit its critical mass of thought. The chain reaction within her body was subtle, but her mind grew more than the heart of a Grinch. Her body warped forward, reaching past the energy and pooling around the fingers of the woman. She squeaked in horror, calling for something known as 'Help'. The words meant nothing to her now that she has her hands on her prey, and her lust for warmth could finally be sated. She grew a hideous smile inside herself as she finally got what she desired for so long...
Mira began shaping an arm, her fingers forming first based off of the molds she was consuming. The surge of thread flew back from the woman's arm to reveal the replica. It was warped to a fatter, more droopy form, but the fact it copied her was what made her calm down. She kneeled down and nervously yanked her other arm up out of her lab coat. She slowly stuck her hand into the mass of bubbling thread, which was molded and formed around her body. It was stitched to a new position reminiscent of the other, which it began to learn from. The more appropriate mold was switching information down the threads, which had all changed to be more of a nervous system. All of the information trading made her one giant living brain of thread. With her large arms formed, the thing surged and wrapped around the woman. She screamed in more of a cold gasp of shock as the cold threads began examing her skin, replicating the detail and after a short amount of time, the color. The light chocolate appearance she acquired rapidly came from the thread, which softly suckled from its god's body. The thread twirled around her face gently, sticking into each and every pore and drinking the hormones. it left her face soft and smooth afterwards, but that was just a distraction at the moment. She began to copy the complex details of the face while being puffed up from the woman, rising up as a blob of nightmare black thread.
Within a minute, the woman fell to the floor in a overwhelmed coma. Standing there was the form of the large woman, looking as if a hundred pounds at least were added to the frame due to her early deformation of figure. Now, now she could see properly. The eye replicas finished forming, and through it she finally saw the complex figures and shapes of the world. She recoiled in horror as the help she had called for finally arrived. Three revolver wielding guards, which all proceeded to lower their guns at the sight of the nude woman. She silently looked up, before allowing her new found instincts to take over. She gave off a kind smile before accepting air for the first time. She warped her throat to form vocals, channeling her words out in a slow, precise single breath, "Hi! I think she might need some help..."
Mira was quickly shown clothes, and as such became an intimidating figure of war, if it weren't for her soft, fat appearance. She opened her violet eyes to her new clothes. She could feel and replicate the texture, but seeing the colors for herself? It was a wonderful, warm sight! She looked down to the slightly smaller man and yanked him up with all of her might. She kissed the scientist on the forehead which made his face burn up a bit. After composing himself, the lessons began. She learned the concept of chakra, and the fact that being made of spirit and body means that it can also be reversed. By being reversed, chakra turned her into body and spirit and got absorbed like water into the thread. She was physically knitted into existence, and with that, she became born as a living thing.
The strangeness of reversal made sense to her, but how it was done was a bit crazy. She just accepted it as fact and learned from the videos she watched. Hand signs, warping her chakra, and generating chakra all came naturally. The strange beast of thread would become a civilized, happy, yet lazy creature that just enjoyed life. She would create massive explosions wherever she was needed, and try to work as a soldier of Sand. Now that the storm is gone and the sun can be seen, the lazy soldier hunts on for an even brighter future for her masters.
In her down time, Mira learned the dynamic art of using pastry dough by infusing her chakra into it. Warping the ingredients like her own thread, she would create cakes, pastries, and other concoctions like a 3D printing! She never revealed HOW she made her craft, but it was so simple to make she literally breathed out cakes if she wanted to! With this discovery out of the way, Mira decided to open up her own business as a chef! As an artist of flesh and sweet delights that reminded her of her past, she decided she had to be able to wear these 'clothes' people speak of. She even began to design clothes for herself, which were some of the most revolting things in the world. Now they are mismatching patterns of crazy that just happen to be extremely convenient, so it has a purpose at least! the strange clothes would make her look like she was cosplaying horribly, but in truth, it was her lack of understanding of Human nature. The unknown thing lumbers on, enjoying every second of every hour.
The Present:
The woman of thread was born to be a medical worker. A living puppet of thread that could think for itself and protect people wherever it went! That was their original plan, but out came a fat, chocolate skinned woman who absorbed the Touji part of the chakra bath. The woman known as Mira has only lived for a very short time, and in that time she knows almost nothing of Human culture. The Threadborne knows how to utilize her deadly talents for the greater good, but otherwise she is lost. By faking colors with chakra and shaping her entire body to be a fluidless husk of a person, she had one of the highest potentials for being an infiltrator, if it weren't for a man messed with her and warping her appearance.
The woman's most noticeable advancement, and pretty much only advancement, since she was released from her master's experiments was her shop! She opened a store on the surface to the new Sand, offering pasty dough she had barfed up into cakes! By utilizing the freshest ingredients with her Earth Ninjutsu, and the purification of Flame ninjutsu, she makes explosive cupcakes that explode gently out of their wrappers when opened. The custom made pastries are one of the fastest ways to get treats in Sunagakure, so she has started to attract a small fanbase.
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