Name: Nanjirou Tsubame
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Blood Line: Nanjirou
Village/Rank: Kumogakure/Genin
Physical Description: Don’t let Tsubame’s young age and small size fool you, she’s nearly done growing. This tiny blonde ball of sunshine looks to be just a normal girl without much care in the world. In casual attire she wears a pink kimono and red hakama. There is more to her when you bother to look though. Under her hakama are knee high combat boots. At her left hip is a rough and old looking sword held in a worn out scabbard, painted white but the paint is chipping off. The sword is clearly designed for a man as it is nearly as tall as she is. It is never more apparent that it shouldn’t be hers than when you look at the girl’s palms. Rough, calloused, blistered. She hasn’t been holding it right and lacks the physical strength to compensate when she makes contact with it.
In shinobi attire, Tsubame switches to thigh high black boots with strong soles and more maneuverable, thinner leather. The shins and thighs are lightly armored with thin metal plates. She has a white kimono that lacks a back, sleeves, or shoulders. This excess of skin is covered up by a sky blue haori that nearly takes the shape of a poncho when worn on her. Like her legs, Tsubame wears fingerless gloves that go over her biceps. The gloves are a thing and slightly worn black leather that is mildly armored with metal plates over her forearms. Around her neck, she wears a black scarf that matches the bow in her hair. The scarf trail behind her by about two feet on either tail and is large enough to be used as a half mask over her face.
Height: 4’8"
Weight: 74lbs
Hair: Blonde and shoulder length. Tsubame often ties what hair she does have up into a small ponytail supported by a large black bow. A small cowlick is prominent in the front in a small ahoge.
Eyes: Seafoam. Tsubame’s eyes are clear, large, bright, and happy. Much like her. She lacks much ability to disguise her emotions.
Mental Description: ENFJ
Extraverted: Tsubame is the kind of person that needs other people around her. She enjoys their company, opinions, views, and laughter. She the kind of girl that is always looking to strike up a conversation and make friends. In her own gentle way she is not muhc cut out for the life a shinobi. She values human life far too much for the uglier work they have to do.
Intuitive: Rather than someone that learns through their current environment, Tsubame is a little more abstract and looks for the meaning behind things. Though you may not describe her as “intelligent” she is still rather “clever” as she looks towards causes and effects. Due to this, she is not likely to be one to take direct hints but might accidently see a hidden meaning between the line that wasn’t intended.
Feeling: If there is one thing Tsubame is concerned about, it’s feelings. Not so much her own feelings- she is a steel tank made of happiness and rainbows. She is concerned about other people’s feelings and how actions can affect those. When there are wrongs being committed against people, she relates to their turmoil. She may overlook the value of physical things or their necessities and instead look towards the emotional problems having or not having these things can cause. For example, not having food makes you hungry and you starve. But Tsubame would think that you required food to be happy, more than you require food to nourish your body.
Judgemental: The world ultimately boils down to a very black and white situation to Tsubame. There are good things and there are bad things. There is right and there is wrong. She is currently incapable of viewing things in any other way. Now, this doesn’t translate to a person doing bad things is a bad person. A person can be changed. But, bad actions can not be committed for good results. And there is also no way that doing the wrong thing could merit negative consequences.
All of these attributes together form a little girl that wants to do the right thing and make people’s lives better. She is, quite literally, altruistic to a fault. She can not stand by while bad things occur and will stand up for what she believes is right every time without fail.
History:
On a small plot of land in the countryside of the Land of Lightning, Tsubame lived with her mother and father quite happily. Her father was a blacksmith and her mother tended a greenhouse. The days were filled with her running around and playing while they worked. Meals were always together and no one was too busy to play with her during break periods. This was, without a doubt, the kind of life that people dreamed off.
There came night where Tsubame, tucked away in her little bed with the comforter pulled up under her chin, heard a noise. Metal on metal. It was like her dad was working but there was no light coming from the furnace. Summoning all of her courage, the timid got out of her bed and crept along the cold stone floor. More clanging metal and now grunts as she gets closer.
“Papa?” She spoke out as she came around the door frame and looked outside. A momentary distraction long enough that her father was instantly skewered by a sword. A loud scream comes from just a little farther away. It’s her mother wielding a smaller sword and now throwing a smoke bomb at the masked man in all black. Young Tsubame is barely able to even comprehend the reality of the situation, let alone rationalize it as she is scooped up by her mother and moved into the house.
The memory is a blur, her mother was telling her where a key was to a door in the cellar as she took her daughter to the top floor. With what she knew would be the last kiss she ever gave her daughter, she stuffed her into a laundry chute and sent her away. It wouldn’t be long before the man in black came to the room to finish his job.
In the cellar, Tsubame found the key as instructed. The stillness she had was a cocoon of ignorance as her young mind rejected the truth of the world she was being thrusted into. Her body moved and followed instructions, find the key, find the door, go inside. But her face was twisted and soaked with tears and snot. The door in the cellar was a rule. A forbidden place. Tsubame wasn’t allowed to play here. The frame was unique and looked like the gates of the shrine that they go to for festivals and fireworks. There’s old and worn paper on the cracks that has funny writing that the monks at those shrines use. Her stillness was beginning to waver as those memories began to shove the grim truth in her face but the girl managed to toss away the old copper lock and go inside.
The inside of the room wasn’t dark like you would expect. There was a sword in the middle. It floated there in the exact center of the room. It glowed with a translucent blue flame that filled the entire room with light. Despite its radiance the flame was not hot but rather inviting. Not just inviting, the weapon called to her. It wanted her to take hold of it. And once she did, the light went out and was replaced by a voice. The sword called itself Ganesh and instructed her on how to escape from the house. It taught her how to get food and water. And it taught her how to get to the hidden ninja village, Kumogakure.
Ganesh proved to be a strict and rather mean companion but he always seemed to take Tsubame’s needs as the first priority. It was through his extra instruction that she was able to get into and graduate the ninja academy. It was he that helped her manage her meger funds and ensured that she was never scammed by some one. He was jaded, cynical, and nearly abusive when it came to opinions of others. Tsubame eventually developed a trusting personality towards strangers to counterbalance the negative voice in her head. Together for four years now and though Tsubame has become quite attached to Ganesh, he seems to get more distant with each day.
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Blood Line: Nanjirou
Village/Rank: Kumogakure/Genin
Physical Description: Don’t let Tsubame’s young age and small size fool you, she’s nearly done growing. This tiny blonde ball of sunshine looks to be just a normal girl without much care in the world. In casual attire she wears a pink kimono and red hakama. There is more to her when you bother to look though. Under her hakama are knee high combat boots. At her left hip is a rough and old looking sword held in a worn out scabbard, painted white but the paint is chipping off. The sword is clearly designed for a man as it is nearly as tall as she is. It is never more apparent that it shouldn’t be hers than when you look at the girl’s palms. Rough, calloused, blistered. She hasn’t been holding it right and lacks the physical strength to compensate when she makes contact with it.
In shinobi attire, Tsubame switches to thigh high black boots with strong soles and more maneuverable, thinner leather. The shins and thighs are lightly armored with thin metal plates. She has a white kimono that lacks a back, sleeves, or shoulders. This excess of skin is covered up by a sky blue haori that nearly takes the shape of a poncho when worn on her. Like her legs, Tsubame wears fingerless gloves that go over her biceps. The gloves are a thing and slightly worn black leather that is mildly armored with metal plates over her forearms. Around her neck, she wears a black scarf that matches the bow in her hair. The scarf trail behind her by about two feet on either tail and is large enough to be used as a half mask over her face.
Height: 4’8"
Weight: 74lbs
Hair: Blonde and shoulder length. Tsubame often ties what hair she does have up into a small ponytail supported by a large black bow. A small cowlick is prominent in the front in a small ahoge.
Eyes: Seafoam. Tsubame’s eyes are clear, large, bright, and happy. Much like her. She lacks much ability to disguise her emotions.
Mental Description: ENFJ
Extraverted: Tsubame is the kind of person that needs other people around her. She enjoys their company, opinions, views, and laughter. She the kind of girl that is always looking to strike up a conversation and make friends. In her own gentle way she is not muhc cut out for the life a shinobi. She values human life far too much for the uglier work they have to do.
Intuitive: Rather than someone that learns through their current environment, Tsubame is a little more abstract and looks for the meaning behind things. Though you may not describe her as “intelligent” she is still rather “clever” as she looks towards causes and effects. Due to this, she is not likely to be one to take direct hints but might accidently see a hidden meaning between the line that wasn’t intended.
Feeling: If there is one thing Tsubame is concerned about, it’s feelings. Not so much her own feelings- she is a steel tank made of happiness and rainbows. She is concerned about other people’s feelings and how actions can affect those. When there are wrongs being committed against people, she relates to their turmoil. She may overlook the value of physical things or their necessities and instead look towards the emotional problems having or not having these things can cause. For example, not having food makes you hungry and you starve. But Tsubame would think that you required food to be happy, more than you require food to nourish your body.
Judgemental: The world ultimately boils down to a very black and white situation to Tsubame. There are good things and there are bad things. There is right and there is wrong. She is currently incapable of viewing things in any other way. Now, this doesn’t translate to a person doing bad things is a bad person. A person can be changed. But, bad actions can not be committed for good results. And there is also no way that doing the wrong thing could merit negative consequences.
All of these attributes together form a little girl that wants to do the right thing and make people’s lives better. She is, quite literally, altruistic to a fault. She can not stand by while bad things occur and will stand up for what she believes is right every time without fail.
History:
On a small plot of land in the countryside of the Land of Lightning, Tsubame lived with her mother and father quite happily. Her father was a blacksmith and her mother tended a greenhouse. The days were filled with her running around and playing while they worked. Meals were always together and no one was too busy to play with her during break periods. This was, without a doubt, the kind of life that people dreamed off.
There came night where Tsubame, tucked away in her little bed with the comforter pulled up under her chin, heard a noise. Metal on metal. It was like her dad was working but there was no light coming from the furnace. Summoning all of her courage, the timid got out of her bed and crept along the cold stone floor. More clanging metal and now grunts as she gets closer.
“Papa?” She spoke out as she came around the door frame and looked outside. A momentary distraction long enough that her father was instantly skewered by a sword. A loud scream comes from just a little farther away. It’s her mother wielding a smaller sword and now throwing a smoke bomb at the masked man in all black. Young Tsubame is barely able to even comprehend the reality of the situation, let alone rationalize it as she is scooped up by her mother and moved into the house.
The memory is a blur, her mother was telling her where a key was to a door in the cellar as she took her daughter to the top floor. With what she knew would be the last kiss she ever gave her daughter, she stuffed her into a laundry chute and sent her away. It wouldn’t be long before the man in black came to the room to finish his job.
In the cellar, Tsubame found the key as instructed. The stillness she had was a cocoon of ignorance as her young mind rejected the truth of the world she was being thrusted into. Her body moved and followed instructions, find the key, find the door, go inside. But her face was twisted and soaked with tears and snot. The door in the cellar was a rule. A forbidden place. Tsubame wasn’t allowed to play here. The frame was unique and looked like the gates of the shrine that they go to for festivals and fireworks. There’s old and worn paper on the cracks that has funny writing that the monks at those shrines use. Her stillness was beginning to waver as those memories began to shove the grim truth in her face but the girl managed to toss away the old copper lock and go inside.
The inside of the room wasn’t dark like you would expect. There was a sword in the middle. It floated there in the exact center of the room. It glowed with a translucent blue flame that filled the entire room with light. Despite its radiance the flame was not hot but rather inviting. Not just inviting, the weapon called to her. It wanted her to take hold of it. And once she did, the light went out and was replaced by a voice. The sword called itself Ganesh and instructed her on how to escape from the house. It taught her how to get food and water. And it taught her how to get to the hidden ninja village, Kumogakure.
Ganesh proved to be a strict and rather mean companion but he always seemed to take Tsubame’s needs as the first priority. It was through his extra instruction that she was able to get into and graduate the ninja academy. It was he that helped her manage her meger funds and ensured that she was never scammed by some one. He was jaded, cynical, and nearly abusive when it came to opinions of others. Tsubame eventually developed a trusting personality towards strangers to counterbalance the negative voice in her head. Together for four years now and though Tsubame has become quite attached to Ganesh, he seems to get more distant with each day.
