Age: Ten.
Gender: Female.
General Description: Hana has always been called "nezumi" ( ネズミ , mouse ) as others cannot help but find similarities between those creatures and this girl. If one were to place her into a group amongst others her age, one could tell that she's strikingly shorter than average to the point where if someone had to guess she'd likely be estimated to be one or two years younger. This lack of height has been a major factor that has caused her to appear to be timid and reserved in behaviour, most believing her to simply be shy due to her lacking the courage to speak but this is a misconception she cannot talk at all other than faint squeals, as her conversation only occur via written messages or repetitive actions to get what she wants to express outwards to the other individuals. Both of these generally tend to be an hassle for her, rather trying to avoid attention and conversation all together thus resulting in the false impression of her reserved behaviour.
Apart from the above, one may notice the girl's long blonde locks that would either be tied or trailing down to her waist depending on the occasion, next noticing her icy-blue lenses. Her face often gives a look of either innocence or curiousity, commonly her hues can be seen racing place to place observing the scenery and the actions of others. It's always been a tendency of her's to observe after all, having less oppotunities or incentives to act. A petite almost althetic frame coincides with her healthy pale tone, as the only blemishes that may appear to be around would be from what common messes children aspiring to be shinobi would get up to in this day and age. While she doesn't believe herself to be superficial enough to care about appearances, she can be seen spouting many different attire, however that namely lies as the fault of her doting mother.
History: A daughter to a florist, a mother whom's fondness of flowers resulted in naming her child "Hana", she found herself spending all of her life living in the land of fire and later in the village of konoha as while her mother always appeared to be a traveller in the past after having her child she chose to settle down and set up a little shop that would occasionally see buisness here and there. As to her father, his identity was one of the only mysteries that had never been answered, out of respect to her mother it was a subject that she hadn't ever chose to bring up again as the initial time only prompted a sad stare along with an abrupt change of conversation. As unfortunate as it may be, while her upbringing was generally plain as simple, a complication at her birth resulted in the child being vocally impaired, this leaving communication a hassle for all of her life but a issue that she's gotten used to.
The dimute stature that she possessed along with her speech-impairment caused trouble when it came to other kids, being picked on for not being normal whether it would be verbally, physically or being assigned to roles such as a monster when playing childish games. At first this treatment got to her a lot, resulting in her earlier years of life being a crybaby but soon enough she matured and grown aloof, just simply ignoring or avoiding being in the presence of others. As a means to pass time, her hobbies was aiding her mother with work which prompted her growing knowledge of flowers along with herbs and if there wasn't a need to, she would venture into the village and would simply observe the on-goings of others. At first it was a habit of hers to just watch the kids play with each other from the distance, perhaps wishing that she could job in, but later she learnt that she had a knack for this and started observing others as well among them her focus ending up being ninja.
This led to her often sneaking looks at the shinobis, later their training and even lessons at the academy- a place where she was currently to young to attend at the point. Their devotion, hard-work and how everyone seems to positively view them stirred up admiration. Admiration turned into action as she begun solely training herself at an early age, slowly awakening the senju bloodline that has been dormant within her despite her still remaining unknowning of her own heritage, awaiting the days at which she could enroll. And that she did after reaching the right age, while her size made it questionable whether this was the right thing for her, one couldn't deny that she was a smart child and one that seemed determined to eventually become a kunoichi.
Senju Bloodline Roleplay Sample
It was wilting. The blonde girl froze in place, her gaze affixed to the lone plant being the centrepiece in the corner as if she had something inside her broken into two. To others, one would simply see a wilting rose amongst other greenery, but to her it was much more than that. This was the flower that she had planted on the day that she drummed up enough courage to choose to become a shinobi- while it was a simple promise that she made a year or so ago she made sure to come to back to this place every day to water the flower and take care of it as if it was the embodiment of her passion.
Hana couldn’t help but rush towards the crooked plant, on her knees frantically looking at it in order to see if there was perhaps a way that she could cure it. If there was a chance that her plant- her dream could survive. But unfortunately being the daughter of a florist made her well aware that the plant was long gone, that there wasn’t a chance for her to fix this. Hana couldn’t help but dissolve her visage into a gaze of complete downcast. An object that signified such powerful emotions suddenly wilting felt almost like an omen. As if fate itself was telling Hana that perhaps this was not meant to be. That her efforts to become a kunoichi would only be in vain, resulting in just failure just as this plant ended up dying despite the care and love that was poured into it.
Delicate hands plunged down next to the plant, being strained with the dirty barren soil. Pouring her soul out, tears that she didn’t believe that she had anymore trickled out pouring onto the both her hands and the dying rose before her, she promised herself that she wasn’t going to be the type to cry over little things anymore but she just couldn’t help it than to finally act her age one, just like she used to before she was forced to act strong. But these tears halted, as she felt something under both of her hands- lightly pitching her palm. Gently her hands rose to reveal what appeared to be the sight of two growing buds, ones that she didn’t believe to be there prior. Perhaps it was simply that she was so focused on her wilted flower that she didn’t see them, but unbeknownst to her the reason for their sudden appearance was that she triggered their growth.
Pulling herself back up, her watery-ice hued lenses stared forth at the buds observing them leaving her only with questions. Were they from her rose? If this happened to be true, perhaps this did not signify the end as a loss of one flower resulted in the growth of two. In time, this barren area of soil could turn into a garden of roses. Just like how her future career could shift into something more brilliant than she could hope for. A wobbled mouth turned itself into a weak smile, as the child chose to utilize the water that she brought for her rose for the other two growing buds, seeming to be cheered up by this change of outlook to her future. As to the mystery of the sudden appearance of these buds, it remained something that she deemed to be the work of fate unknowing of the power of nature that was gradually maturing within her.