Hinode no Shippou
Sept 26, 2009 7:40:31 GMT -7
Post by Circe on Sept 26, 2009 7:40:31 GMT -7
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Whatever women do they must do twice as well as men to be thought half as good. Luckily, this is not difficult.
Born Under the Title: Hatsumi Suri
The Truth Behind the Name: Princess Beginning in Beauty
The Falsifications: |Hikari Cira - Lady of Radience| |Hoshi Lyssa - Star Of Noble Kind|
The Genetics: The Female Persuasion
The Stature: Five Feet and Five Inches
The Weight: One Hundred and Fifteen Pounds
The Passing Years: Twenty-Four
The Day it Began: The First of April
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Birth Country: Yuki no Kuni
Place of Residence: Land of Moon
Specialisms: |Clan Prodigy| |Ninjutsu Prodigy|
Places Visted: Kumogakure no Sato {M}
Events Completed: 2
Shinobi Rank: Nonpartisan
Strength Class: C Class
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Western Zodiac Symbol: Aries, The Ram
Giving Rise To: Confidence and Impatience
Eastern Zodiac: Horse
Giving Rise To: Stubborness and Strength
Blood Type: O
Giving Rise To: Self Confidence and Creativity
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Giving Rise To: Unpredictablity and Non-conformism
Ruling Planet: Mars
Giving Rise To: Passion and temper
Birth Stone: Diamond
Star Stone: Bloodstone
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A man's face is his autobiography. A woman's face is her work of fiction.
[/i][/color][/font]~ The Great Façade~
Ever changing like the ocean that surround her. The woman known as Cira is a master of the arts when it comes to disguise. Standing a mere five feet and five inches Cira has a fairly average stature which is excellent in her opinion because it allows her to blend in easily. Her creamy skin is perfectly pampered and unmarred. No scars or birthmarks dare to deface her perfect complexion. Her soft skin seemingly glows under the rays of the moon, illuminating her with an ethereal light like an archaic goddess from days gone by. Midnight black hair hangs in perfectly straight locks and extends down to the back of her knees. Her snaky locks are usually left down with a simple flower ornament pinned upon the left side of her head. Depending upon the occasion her locks will be tamed and twisted into an elegantly beautiful style.
Dark almond shaped eyes rest under perfectly arched brows. The calculating stare from her eyes seems as if she is piercing a person’s very soul. Her nose is perfectly set and straight, showing no signs of past damage. Her full lips are as red as the reddest rose and have in place the perfect pout which she uses in order to gain her will. Her lips are often turned into a wicked smile. Upon her left wrist is a red silk gauntlet, twisted around from her wrist nearly to her elbow and secured by a red velvet tie, each end of the tie holds a small bead with the ying yang symbol pained upon it. Her curvaceous body is perfectly proportioned to draw the eyes of men and women alike.
An originally styled kimono covers her thin frame. The red material is patterned with faint white designs. The sleeves rest upon her shoulders and extend down to her elbows, dropping down into pocket like folds below her arms. The kimono-dress is split across the chest, nearly all the way down to the obi. The split exposes a generous amount of her bosom making it easy to see that she does not bind her chest like so many others who practice the fighting arts. The skirt of the dress cuts off just above her knees, a layer of black lace extends to cover her knees. Around her middle is a solid crimson obi. Above this is a thin layer of silk to which another pink flower and ribbon design, much like the one in her hair.
For formal wear Cira will don an elegant Chinese gown known as a cheongsam. The sleeveless silk garment has a high collar which is pinned together across the throat. The collar swoops down into a keyhole revealing a small portion of her chest. The black garment is patterned with small red flowers. The asymmetrical gown is slit up the right side to her thigh while the left side hangs down over her calve. This gown is worn typically when entertaining company or when she attends an occasion of importance.
For nightwear the woman wears another variation of a kimono. Cobalt silk covers her shoulders and sheer fabric hangs over the biceps. The gown crosses in front much like a kimono and a thick band of grey silk binds the garment just below her chest. The layered silk skirt is cobalt blue patterned with a wheel that displays the moon phases and the zodiac symbols. The skirt ends just below her knees. Overall her look changes depending on her need. Though she prefers dresses she will swap them out for pants when it is needed.
Another interesting aspect of her appearance is one rarely seen, ink. Across her lower back she has the words "The Devil's sins are ours alone to bare" in an elegant script befitting of her nature. On the back of her right hand just her thumb was the kanji for moon. (月) This symbolizes her rank in the Gintsuki no Mai discipline. A third tattoo has come to light now. Just abover her tattoo bearing the words of sin is a spiral symbol in purple and crimson, bearing spikes. Few know the meaning of the strange sign.
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I have an idea that the phrase "weaker sex" was coined by some woman to disarm some man she was preparing to overwhelm.
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Women keep a special corner of their hearts for sins they have never committed.
The fool. In one day of complete irony the story would begin. The Daiyamo of Bear was proved to be a foolish man when a child was born. The child was born not to his wife but a woman who was apparently his mistress. That child was also female, making the man seem twice the fool for not being able to produce an heir. In an attempt to hide the shameful situation the man had placed himself in he gathered a large sum of money and offered it to his one time mistress in exchange for her taking the child and moving away from the land of bears and never speaking of the incident to anyone. The mistress was no fool and took the offered money before beginning the long road away from bear. Despite the foolish lord the woman prized her daughter and bestowed upon her the name of Suri, meaning princess.
After much travel Suri and her mother found themselves in the Sea country. It was here that the woman would begin to build her home and build a life for herself and her daughter. The woman herself was an excellent seamstress with a gift for embroidery. With these skills at her disposal her work as a dress maker would begin. Over time the business flourished and Suri grew. Even at a young age it was obvious that Suri was a precocious child and highly intelligent for an age. This was a pleasant shock for her mother who expected little from a child born under the sign of the fool. By the age of seven it was obvious that Suri required an outlet with which to apply the amazing amount of energy she had. And at her mothers whim that outlet was acting.
And with that Suri took her place in the local theater group. Even here Suri did well to baffle the adults around her. The child had an amazing ability to change between roles and emotions at the drop of a pin and her memorization skills were positively phenomenal. At such a young age the child was the focal point of many plays. By the age of ten even acting was not enough to satiate the girl’s boundless energy and tendency of boredom. With that being said the vocal lessons began to help entertain the girl and to increase the broadness in which types of performances the girl could appear. And thus her career extended to musicals as well. Such appearances continued until Suri was fourteen.
The youthful years are tough for most teenagers though Suri was not one of them. She took her mothers impending illness with a cool amount of maturity. For nearly a year Suri served as a nurse for her desperately ill mother. Medic after medic assured Suri that there was nothing that could be done except keeping her comfortable. Thus the illness became a waiting game and shortly before her fifteenth birthday her mother passed away. Death bed confessionals always make things interesting though. Suri’s mother left her with few things: her bloodline, a key to a trunk that she had never seen, and a few final words which would haunt her forever. “You truly are a princess… I’m sorry I had to lie.”
With a hardened heart from the recent loss of her mother Suri would unlock the truck with the antique key. Hidden within the trunk were a handful of elegant and smutty dresses. A ticket marking the passage to the land of Sea and a music box. Curiously the young girl would examine the music box, winding it and hearing a tremendously haunting melody. The inside of the box was lined with red velvet and held many pieces of jewelry. On the bottom of the box two names were scribed her mothers, and a name that she only vaguely recognized. Through careful research the girl discovered the truth behind the second name, the deceased Daiyamo of Bear. A man that, through all logics sake, was her father.
Shocked and disgusted the girl would pack her belongings and take her leave. Not only did she have no real friends within the country but the constant care of her mother left her with few assets. Thus the wandering began. Shortly after she reached the Claw country she found a band of wandering actors and musicians who traveled through the countries putting on shows of various kinds. Intrigued by the idea and short of money the girl would join with them, planning on sticking with the group only until she could gather enough money of her own to take her leave. In a way she became a gypsy. If not directly involved with the performance she would make her way through the audience raiding pockets and wallets for money.
In time the girl was able to abandon the group of foolish travelers and make her way to a place of solitude. Her wanderings eventually brought her to the nearly deserted land of Moon. It was around this time that Suri realized her true disgust of humanity and desired solitude. In her wanderings around the island she ran across an elderly man who would change her life. The man recognized the girl as his long lost granddaughter, entirely on his own accord of course. The man insisted as addressing her as Cira, a name which the orphan never disputed. As time passed the pair grew closer until Suri, now Cira, was brought to live in his manor.
Within months the man passed away of rather suspicious causes that were never truly investigated. His entire estate was left to Cira, his granddaughter and thus a new life would begin. The majority of the staff was dismissed except for a woman who came to clean once a week. Somewhere between leaving the group of actors and ending up on the island of moon the willowy blond girl was transformed into an expertly curved woman with hair as black as night. Her tanned skin now showed pale white and her modest and practical clothing was exchanged for more provocative wear. Social alliances were sewn and parties were held. The sweet and precocious girl once known as Suri was long gone leaving in her place the elegant seductress that was Cira.