Name: Wakahisa Chiyoko
Age: 23
Physical Description:
Chiyoko has long since realized that she will never be the ideal pinnacle of traditional feminine beauty, instead she has since decided to rock a more contemporary style and look. Standing at a hair above 5'5" and weighing in at slightly above 122 lbs she has grown significantly since her first days as a Kunoichi, having matured to at least resemble a woman in some facets instead of the gangly stick that she once appeared as.
The feature most people recognize about the young woman first is that she lacks her left eye, leaving it covered with a simple black eye patch that wraps around the back of her head, her remaining eye is a beautiful and shining emerald in color, sparkling and dancing in the light. Her hair has grown longer over the years, though it still falls over her facial features in curled, formerly chestnut tresses now dyed ruby in color, accenting her slightly rounded cheeks and pert lips nicely, though she typically keeps the back tied, now reaching nearly to the small of her back, as to avoid having to groom it as much as possible as one might suspect when they see it's curls dance even within their bindings
Her hands tell the story of a Shinobi that has endured many battles, calloused and beaten, the right holds a deep diagonal scar upon her palm as a testament to a time whence she grabbed the blade of a dagger in a panicked effort of survival. The left holds a small birthmark on the back of her hand, pinkish in nature and contrasting against her slightly sun-kissed skin, resembling a spade broken with a dividing line running diagonally through it where her tan runs through the otherwise light mark.
There are several places upon her skin in which distinguishing marks lay, tattoos chartered by her family as acknowledgements of where and how she began, all of which having been done by the traditional manner of Irezumi, with bamboo rod. The right wrist holds the most important, a deeply detailed ruby chrysanthemum sits delicately upon her skin, the badge of her clan, something which every Wakahisa bore. Upon the left wrist was a simple black five point shuriken, a sign that she had fully entered adulthood and become a Genin in the eyes of the village. Each knee is also marked by a small eight point star, both ruby in color.
Her style of dress is typically contemporary in style, though she has been told that she has the ideal frame for more traditional clothing, not one for Yukata or Houmongi. Instead her dress is typically more masculine in nature, trousers, a simple shirt, and so forth. More a fan of practicality and ease of use rather than insisting upon looking her best, or trying to impress anyone out in the wild.
Mental Description: The capacity of mental damage that an average Shinobi endures throughout their tenure is staggering, and while some continue to flourish others burn out under the weight of their decisions. Chiyoko is a prime example of a person who has begun to crumble under the weight of her past transgressions, her sense of patriotism has faltered in her years of battle as her sense of a moral compass. In the stead of a sense of passion for her village and those who inhabit it she has since adopted the stance that her work is no different than the average mercenary or bandit, feeling the supposed 'good' she has done is nominal in comparisons to the atrocities she has both seen and committed. She has long since come to the conclusion that there will be no repentance, absolution, or penance for her actions leaving little more than a hollow shell of the girl that had once enjoyed the challenge of her work.
Equal parts untrusting and untrustworthy, she finds it difficult to believe anyone who feels they are sincerely contributing to the world in a positive manner. In general she views those who she does not hold deep bonds with as typically deceitful and prone to backstabbing, fully realizing these thoughts are irrational she often battles with creating meaningful relationships with others, though her sardonic and outwardly apathetic demeanor does not bode well in these situations.
This is not to say she is uncaring, few things could be further from the truth, despite her outward bravado she holds those who she values quite closely and would in no uncertain terms die for them, and has proven this over many times, be it losing her eye saving her superior, diving into a chasm of Chigokai blood, or facing down an ecclesiastical monster with nothing more than her hands and a fairly large hammer. In fact when it comes to those few she holds dear her ideals of self preservation seem to vanish as if by magic, this may be in part be because no matter how much she would refuse to admit it the girl values those around her more than herself.
Perhaps her most defining trait, one that has endured throughout her years and will continue to do so unto her death, is her sheer unrepentant stubbornness. Likened to a mule she has a propensity for doing things 'her way' consequences be damned, she does not kneel, she does not bow, and she doesn't pander. The subservience of a good Shinobi has been proven to be impossible to beat into the woman as she continues to charge into situations headfirst.
The girl also holds a staggering disregard for those she considers authority figures, as well as any form of perceived aristocracy. A firm believer that those held above the people below have gotten there by stepping on the backs of those beneath them, feeling they are untrustworthy at best, and at worst a malignant tumor on society's ass. This in combination with her stubborn nature has lead her into a series of never ending negative situations with those in power, and it seems that won't be ending any time soon.
History:
Born to a family of five blood brothers Chiyoko was the middle child, outside of her blood relatives the young woman was kin to hundreds, none shared their blood but all shared their name. The Wakahisa family, compiled of group of criminals who joined together in order to survive. One might say they were Yakuza, though they would surely deny the accusation. Her mother passed when the last of her brothers were born, leaving the young woman with her siblings and her father, a man from a long line of men who had lead the family, keeping them together and in check. While loving the man was distant, not that she would ever care to blame him, he had hundreds of men to watch over - to make sure they didn't disintegrate, his other children one might say.
Chiyoko was raised by her brothers and the members of the clan, her other brothers and sisters, taught from a young age that these men and women were the most important people that she would ever know, that they were family, that they looked after each other no matter what, that it would be better to die rather than turn on them, these were her loved ones. Murderers, thieves, miscreants. The Devil's gambit. It was custom for one of each generation of the true Wakahisa, the ones born by blood, to become shinobi as a matter of patronage toward the village in the clouds, it ensured good will between the family and the village allowing for a bit of leeway in other matters. Chiyoko never particularly wanted to be a Shinobi, but then again she never really wanted to become a member of a criminal organization, it all seemed to just be thrust upon her, and she of course accepted as a matter of honor and principle. Thus she joined the academy leading us to where we are today.
Three years of silence.
It was unlike her, after five damn years of field work, there was silence, no ecclisiaclasts to defeat, no murders to solve, no children to save from the thralls of evil men, no zombie-esque monsignors...No, just silence. Sodden silence, she thought that was what she wanted, but no this silence was louder than anything she had heard beforehand, days sitting behind a desk pissing her youth away. What did she want? That was a question even she couldn't answer, it pained her ever so. Nights were a swirl of the drink and a sense of self guilt that she wasn't in the field, days were droll as they always were.
That itch in the back of her brain beckoned the young woman, it beckoned her back into the fold, into the field, to help once again. She hated that she wanted it, but she wanted it nonetheless, like that addiction that you just can't kick, the one that gnaws at the back of your brain until you finally resolve to indulge once again. That itch that you know you hate yourself for scratching, but know it must be done regardless. Standing from her desk Chiyoko resolved to return to active duty, though there was no doubt she would regret her decision.
Age: 23
Physical Description:
Chiyoko has long since realized that she will never be the ideal pinnacle of traditional feminine beauty, instead she has since decided to rock a more contemporary style and look. Standing at a hair above 5'5" and weighing in at slightly above 122 lbs she has grown significantly since her first days as a Kunoichi, having matured to at least resemble a woman in some facets instead of the gangly stick that she once appeared as.
The feature most people recognize about the young woman first is that she lacks her left eye, leaving it covered with a simple black eye patch that wraps around the back of her head, her remaining eye is a beautiful and shining emerald in color, sparkling and dancing in the light. Her hair has grown longer over the years, though it still falls over her facial features in curled, formerly chestnut tresses now dyed ruby in color, accenting her slightly rounded cheeks and pert lips nicely, though she typically keeps the back tied, now reaching nearly to the small of her back, as to avoid having to groom it as much as possible as one might suspect when they see it's curls dance even within their bindings
Her hands tell the story of a Shinobi that has endured many battles, calloused and beaten, the right holds a deep diagonal scar upon her palm as a testament to a time whence she grabbed the blade of a dagger in a panicked effort of survival. The left holds a small birthmark on the back of her hand, pinkish in nature and contrasting against her slightly sun-kissed skin, resembling a spade broken with a dividing line running diagonally through it where her tan runs through the otherwise light mark.
There are several places upon her skin in which distinguishing marks lay, tattoos chartered by her family as acknowledgements of where and how she began, all of which having been done by the traditional manner of Irezumi, with bamboo rod. The right wrist holds the most important, a deeply detailed ruby chrysanthemum sits delicately upon her skin, the badge of her clan, something which every Wakahisa bore. Upon the left wrist was a simple black five point shuriken, a sign that she had fully entered adulthood and become a Genin in the eyes of the village. Each knee is also marked by a small eight point star, both ruby in color.
Her style of dress is typically contemporary in style, though she has been told that she has the ideal frame for more traditional clothing, not one for Yukata or Houmongi. Instead her dress is typically more masculine in nature, trousers, a simple shirt, and so forth. More a fan of practicality and ease of use rather than insisting upon looking her best, or trying to impress anyone out in the wild.
Mental Description: The capacity of mental damage that an average Shinobi endures throughout their tenure is staggering, and while some continue to flourish others burn out under the weight of their decisions. Chiyoko is a prime example of a person who has begun to crumble under the weight of her past transgressions, her sense of patriotism has faltered in her years of battle as her sense of a moral compass. In the stead of a sense of passion for her village and those who inhabit it she has since adopted the stance that her work is no different than the average mercenary or bandit, feeling the supposed 'good' she has done is nominal in comparisons to the atrocities she has both seen and committed. She has long since come to the conclusion that there will be no repentance, absolution, or penance for her actions leaving little more than a hollow shell of the girl that had once enjoyed the challenge of her work.
Equal parts untrusting and untrustworthy, she finds it difficult to believe anyone who feels they are sincerely contributing to the world in a positive manner. In general she views those who she does not hold deep bonds with as typically deceitful and prone to backstabbing, fully realizing these thoughts are irrational she often battles with creating meaningful relationships with others, though her sardonic and outwardly apathetic demeanor does not bode well in these situations.
This is not to say she is uncaring, few things could be further from the truth, despite her outward bravado she holds those who she values quite closely and would in no uncertain terms die for them, and has proven this over many times, be it losing her eye saving her superior, diving into a chasm of Chigokai blood, or facing down an ecclesiastical monster with nothing more than her hands and a fairly large hammer. In fact when it comes to those few she holds dear her ideals of self preservation seem to vanish as if by magic, this may be in part be because no matter how much she would refuse to admit it the girl values those around her more than herself.
Perhaps her most defining trait, one that has endured throughout her years and will continue to do so unto her death, is her sheer unrepentant stubbornness. Likened to a mule she has a propensity for doing things 'her way' consequences be damned, she does not kneel, she does not bow, and she doesn't pander. The subservience of a good Shinobi has been proven to be impossible to beat into the woman as she continues to charge into situations headfirst.
The girl also holds a staggering disregard for those she considers authority figures, as well as any form of perceived aristocracy. A firm believer that those held above the people below have gotten there by stepping on the backs of those beneath them, feeling they are untrustworthy at best, and at worst a malignant tumor on society's ass. This in combination with her stubborn nature has lead her into a series of never ending negative situations with those in power, and it seems that won't be ending any time soon.
History:
We are a family, and family sticks together.
Born to a family of five blood brothers Chiyoko was the middle child, outside of her blood relatives the young woman was kin to hundreds, none shared their blood but all shared their name. The Wakahisa family, compiled of group of criminals who joined together in order to survive. One might say they were Yakuza, though they would surely deny the accusation. Her mother passed when the last of her brothers were born, leaving the young woman with her siblings and her father, a man from a long line of men who had lead the family, keeping them together and in check. While loving the man was distant, not that she would ever care to blame him, he had hundreds of men to watch over - to make sure they didn't disintegrate, his other children one might say.
Chiyoko was raised by her brothers and the members of the clan, her other brothers and sisters, taught from a young age that these men and women were the most important people that she would ever know, that they were family, that they looked after each other no matter what, that it would be better to die rather than turn on them, these were her loved ones. Murderers, thieves, miscreants. The Devil's gambit. It was custom for one of each generation of the true Wakahisa, the ones born by blood, to become shinobi as a matter of patronage toward the village in the clouds, it ensured good will between the family and the village allowing for a bit of leeway in other matters. Chiyoko never particularly wanted to be a Shinobi, but then again she never really wanted to become a member of a criminal organization, it all seemed to just be thrust upon her, and she of course accepted as a matter of honor and principle. Thus she joined the academy leading us to where we are today.
Three years of silence.
It was unlike her, after five damn years of field work, there was silence, no ecclisiaclasts to defeat, no murders to solve, no children to save from the thralls of evil men, no zombie-esque monsignors...No, just silence. Sodden silence, she thought that was what she wanted, but no this silence was louder than anything she had heard beforehand, days sitting behind a desk pissing her youth away. What did she want? That was a question even she couldn't answer, it pained her ever so. Nights were a swirl of the drink and a sense of self guilt that she wasn't in the field, days were droll as they always were.
That itch in the back of her brain beckoned the young woman, it beckoned her back into the fold, into the field, to help once again. She hated that she wanted it, but she wanted it nonetheless, like that addiction that you just can't kick, the one that gnaws at the back of your brain until you finally resolve to indulge once again. That itch that you know you hate yourself for scratching, but know it must be done regardless. Standing from her desk Chiyoko resolved to return to active duty, though there was no doubt she would regret her decision.