Age: 10.
Gender: Female.
Physical Description:
She's a rather small girl that stands at a tiny 3'9, with a very slender frame. She has rather fair skin, though not pale.
Her hair is syrup brown, as well as rather long. She takes good care of it, washing it regularly, so it usually shimmers healthily. Her hair tends to curl up heavily in the rain, however.
She has wide, bright and rosy red eyes that tend to lock onto you for a bit too long. This, depending on who you are may seem endearing or slightly unsettling. Her eyebrows are rather bushy and short, as she gave up on trimming them long ago.
Her nose is rather tiny, points slightly upwards and has a lower nasal bridge. It occasionally turns a light pink when she's annoyed.
Her mouth curves downwards into a slight frown that usually leaves her looking bored or saddened, even if that is not the case most of the time. This isn't helped by her commonly sunken in posture while sitting down, though this poor posture vanishes when standing up.
Her voice is rather monotone at first but slowly bolsters in strength and tone once comfortable with the person in question.
Mental Description:
Despite her somewhat whiney and blunt personality, she hates being alone and will usually cling to someone who attempts to leave, repeating that she will stop whining if they stay.
She doesn't have many outlets for anger and merely bottles it up, then eventually lets it loose on some undeserving entity, usually resulting in torturing several woodland critters with her powers, even though she's not allowed to do this according to her parents. she simply does so more secretly.
She can't handle someone having hurt feelings and doesn't handle apologies well, usually causing her to panic and run away from the situation, which makes her avoid hurting feelings even more, though her blunt tendencies can occasionally escape out.
While she's not one to start a fight, she will still protect herself and defend others that she likes, though she will usually apologize to the aggressor afterwords, no matter if they were at fault or not.
She can be quite the pushover at first, which usually fades upon someone getting to know her as she'll slowly grow more confident.
She likes clothes with long sleeves since she can flop them around and considers herself a long sleeve connoisseur.
Prone to start giggling or laughing uncontrollably when stressed or annoyed, usually much at the discomfort of someone around her.
History:
Her eyes blinking open for the first time, she cried out for the comfort of her mother, who had a worried look on her face. Locked down with work, they couldn't properly care for and guide her development as they both had very busy jobs.
To solve this issue, she was begrudgingly put on a wagon headed for a trusted friend, where she was meant to be educated the ways of her family. This, however, was not to be, as the wagon was attacked by bandits, Chizue hiding away in a compartment under the seats as the bandits dragged away whatever they could.
She attempted to make her way back home but instead ended up hopelessly lost. She finally found her way onto a farm, where she was let in by a woman, given a place to stay. Despite the objections of the woman's wife, Chizue was allowed to stay.
In return for being kept on the farm, Chizue was sent to a nearby village every day to sell bouquets with her new mother of sorts. Her adoptive father, however, wasn't pleased with her presence on the farm, seeing her as nothing but a burden. As time went on, this view did nothing but grow in strength, Chizue being assigned more and more jobs as her father berated her any moment he could.
One day, she didn't have the energy to work no more, much to the dismay of her father. After refusing his word, he decided he had enough, driving the back of his hand across her face in a swift motion before turning around and walking out the door, leaving the baffled Chizue alone with her thoughts.
Not understanding what she had done towards him, she first merely felt confused. From what she knew, she had done nothing wrong. It then twisted into anger, her hand resting on her searing cheek. She couldn't understand what she had ever done. All the while, there was an incessant sound nagging at her, egging her on.
Her rage built as her powers manifested for the first time, directing themselves at the source of the noise. Distressed yips awoke her adoptive mother, who upon arriving downstairs, too, was given a share of her angered state. The puppy was whining in a corner, her mother was crying tears of fear. Looking out on what she had done, her stress betrayed her as she let out a faint chuckle that rose in strength turning into uncontrollable laughter.
When she finally stopped, a sound of wood hitting the floor made her flinch, turning her head around. Her adoptive father, just having returned from home, tightened the grip on his pitchfork and chased Chizue into the woods, calling her a demon, as surely no child, no person could scar his wife so deeply and laugh at what they had done.
Stumbling through the forest with her father hot on her heels, she ran and ran. Every stumble made a new bruise, every branch made another mark on her face. Once her legs could barely carry her another step, she found a thicket of roots to crawl under. After a short while, her father came strode forth, yelling profanities out into the woods, running past her hiding place. When she could hear her father no more, she finally caved in, giving out a cry of pain and anger, though above all, a cry for help, for anyone to come and remove her from this place and bring her home.
She cried and cried, until she after several hours, heard heavy steps. Forcing herself to silence, she heard the steps come closer and closer. Thinking it was her father on his way back from his rampage, she held her breath until she could clearly hear the voice of the individual who was strolling past her hiding place. It was a man and a woman, their voices oddly familiar. Using the last of her strength, she struggled out of the roots and stumbled after them, only managing a few steps before she collapsed to the ground with a grunt, spiralling into unconsciousness to the sound of boots twisting in the grass.
Once she woke up, she found herself in a hospital, surrounded by people she didn't know, aside from one who seemed familiar. After several years of living on a poor farm, being yelled at by her father, she finally felt at home.
Gender: Female.
Physical Description:
She's a rather small girl that stands at a tiny 3'9, with a very slender frame. She has rather fair skin, though not pale.
Her hair is syrup brown, as well as rather long. She takes good care of it, washing it regularly, so it usually shimmers healthily. Her hair tends to curl up heavily in the rain, however.
She has wide, bright and rosy red eyes that tend to lock onto you for a bit too long. This, depending on who you are may seem endearing or slightly unsettling. Her eyebrows are rather bushy and short, as she gave up on trimming them long ago.
Her nose is rather tiny, points slightly upwards and has a lower nasal bridge. It occasionally turns a light pink when she's annoyed.
Her mouth curves downwards into a slight frown that usually leaves her looking bored or saddened, even if that is not the case most of the time. This isn't helped by her commonly sunken in posture while sitting down, though this poor posture vanishes when standing up.
Her voice is rather monotone at first but slowly bolsters in strength and tone once comfortable with the person in question.
Mental Description:
Despite her somewhat whiney and blunt personality, she hates being alone and will usually cling to someone who attempts to leave, repeating that she will stop whining if they stay.
She doesn't have many outlets for anger and merely bottles it up, then eventually lets it loose on some undeserving entity, usually resulting in torturing several woodland critters with her powers, even though she's not allowed to do this according to her parents. she simply does so more secretly.
She can't handle someone having hurt feelings and doesn't handle apologies well, usually causing her to panic and run away from the situation, which makes her avoid hurting feelings even more, though her blunt tendencies can occasionally escape out.
While she's not one to start a fight, she will still protect herself and defend others that she likes, though she will usually apologize to the aggressor afterwords, no matter if they were at fault or not.
She can be quite the pushover at first, which usually fades upon someone getting to know her as she'll slowly grow more confident.
She likes clothes with long sleeves since she can flop them around and considers herself a long sleeve connoisseur.
Prone to start giggling or laughing uncontrollably when stressed or annoyed, usually much at the discomfort of someone around her.
History:
Her eyes blinking open for the first time, she cried out for the comfort of her mother, who had a worried look on her face. Locked down with work, they couldn't properly care for and guide her development as they both had very busy jobs.
To solve this issue, she was begrudgingly put on a wagon headed for a trusted friend, where she was meant to be educated the ways of her family. This, however, was not to be, as the wagon was attacked by bandits, Chizue hiding away in a compartment under the seats as the bandits dragged away whatever they could.
She attempted to make her way back home but instead ended up hopelessly lost. She finally found her way onto a farm, where she was let in by a woman, given a place to stay. Despite the objections of the woman's wife, Chizue was allowed to stay.
In return for being kept on the farm, Chizue was sent to a nearby village every day to sell bouquets with her new mother of sorts. Her adoptive father, however, wasn't pleased with her presence on the farm, seeing her as nothing but a burden. As time went on, this view did nothing but grow in strength, Chizue being assigned more and more jobs as her father berated her any moment he could.
One day, she didn't have the energy to work no more, much to the dismay of her father. After refusing his word, he decided he had enough, driving the back of his hand across her face in a swift motion before turning around and walking out the door, leaving the baffled Chizue alone with her thoughts.
Not understanding what she had done towards him, she first merely felt confused. From what she knew, she had done nothing wrong. It then twisted into anger, her hand resting on her searing cheek. She couldn't understand what she had ever done. All the while, there was an incessant sound nagging at her, egging her on.
Her rage built as her powers manifested for the first time, directing themselves at the source of the noise. Distressed yips awoke her adoptive mother, who upon arriving downstairs, too, was given a share of her angered state. The puppy was whining in a corner, her mother was crying tears of fear. Looking out on what she had done, her stress betrayed her as she let out a faint chuckle that rose in strength turning into uncontrollable laughter.
When she finally stopped, a sound of wood hitting the floor made her flinch, turning her head around. Her adoptive father, just having returned from home, tightened the grip on his pitchfork and chased Chizue into the woods, calling her a demon, as surely no child, no person could scar his wife so deeply and laugh at what they had done.
Stumbling through the forest with her father hot on her heels, she ran and ran. Every stumble made a new bruise, every branch made another mark on her face. Once her legs could barely carry her another step, she found a thicket of roots to crawl under. After a short while, her father came strode forth, yelling profanities out into the woods, running past her hiding place. When she could hear her father no more, she finally caved in, giving out a cry of pain and anger, though above all, a cry for help, for anyone to come and remove her from this place and bring her home.
She cried and cried, until she after several hours, heard heavy steps. Forcing herself to silence, she heard the steps come closer and closer. Thinking it was her father on his way back from his rampage, she held her breath until she could clearly hear the voice of the individual who was strolling past her hiding place. It was a man and a woman, their voices oddly familiar. Using the last of her strength, she struggled out of the roots and stumbled after them, only managing a few steps before she collapsed to the ground with a grunt, spiralling into unconsciousness to the sound of boots twisting in the grass.
Once she woke up, she found herself in a hospital, surrounded by people she didn't know, aside from one who seemed familiar. After several years of living on a poor farm, being yelled at by her father, she finally felt at home.
