Amarante {Revamp}
May 30, 2015 9:31:08 GMT -7
Post by JiMmIyZ - Hel on May 30, 2015 9:31:08 GMT -7
~ Ain't no rest for the wicked ~
Amarante
NICKNAME:No Name | GENDER: Female |
AGE: 21 | BLOOD LIMIT: Uchiha |
HEIGHT: 173cm | WEIGHT: 101 lbs |
BIRTH COUNTRY: Kusa no Kuni | VILLAGE: Konohagakure |
SPECIAL: Tai/Ninjutsu Specialist | ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Evil |
Taijutsu: | Ninjutsu: | Misc: |
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Hand Seals: | 50 with 1/3 reduction |
Movements: | 16+ |
Themes: | Who Am I? |
| Follow My Lead |
| I Am Amarante |
| And With This The Battle Begins |
| Blinded By Blood |
| Be Prepared for My Ambition |
| A Corrupt Penance |
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APPEARANCE:
The once healthy looking Amarante is nowadays a mere shadow of her former self. Her body has grown thin, much thinner than one should be, as her body fat percentage has dropped dangerously low. This isn't from a lack of eating however, moreover from the intense training she puts herself through. Her body is consistently put through the ringer and it shows. It's scarred from her combat training, as if she had once been set on fire, creating an off putting body aesthetic but the results do shine through as her muscles are strangely developed. Her abdominal region in particular is ripped and her muscles are noticeably developed. Her skin tone, where not scarred, is of pale complexion which goes well with her bright blue eyes. Though her eyes are not always blue, she has developed an anomaly within her pigments which causes her eye colour to turn red when her adrenaline levels are elevated creating a demonic image to those around.
Her long blonde hair has grown longer over the years and reaches almost down to the ground. To ensure that this length of hair doesn't interfere with her day to day undertakings she keeps it tied behind her in a pony tail with a hairband however she still maintains a long, unkempt fringe and longer bangs that reach partway down her torso.
Her attire is no longer revealing, actually quite the opposite. She wears a long sleeved, cotton turtle neck, black in colour. This covers her torso and hides her scars, tattoo's, and curse seals from the view of onlookers making her day to day life easier as many people have commented on her abundance of scars. Not that she cared. Whilst also scared, and whilst also going against the statement that she no longer dresses revealingly, she wears a pair of dark jean short shorts. Not really black in colour they are actually either an incredably dark shade of either blue or green. If not wearing the short shorts she instead wears a heavy platted skirt that matches the colour. Her shoes are nothing special, just a pair of regular black shoes over silk socks that are, you guessed it, black in colour. In keeping with the black theme Amarante also now owns a large black leather coat. The hemming at the bottom of this coat has been torn away as she has worn it thoroughly as she had trained. It has seen a lot of action and she now feels as though its a part of her.
She wears a tactical belt around her waist constantly these days so that she never has a weapon to far from grasp. A testament to her lack of trust rather than a fashion statement, the only cute thing she has on her is a stuffed rabbit she wears at the left right hip as she tied it on by the toys neck. The rabbit is grey in colour though she suspects it was once white, it possesses a stitched mouth, an eye patch, and long ears and limbs. It's not so large it would interfere with her but not that small either, highly noticeable to those around her. A small sentiment of cuteness, the last of it she believes herself to have within herself as she had intentionally buried it within herself so that she could fully embrace her ideal of darkness and cruelty.
It's said that gloves are representative of hiding so you can bet that she wears them herself. She had always found herself wearing gloves and has taken to wearing a set of long black finger-less gloves as of large, finger-less as she enjoys feeling her sword in her hands rather than through some sort of fabric. She finds that it allows her to grip and fight better this way so gravitates toward such gloves.
LIFE'S MARKINGS:
Having once killed a girl she called friend, her inaction to report the death of this girl lead Amarante to be punished. Her punishment, at her suggestion, was a marking. Gosei Kazeraikou marked with with the image of a bolt of lightning through a circle, inscribing four commandments for her to follow. These commandments are as follows: 'You will play nice with me(Gosei). At all times you tell me(Gosei) where you are or where you are going. I do not care if you send a letter, radio me or astral project, you will not do a single thing without me(Gosei) knowing it, nor will you pick fights with Andromeda.' These commandments were written into her soul and she can no longer disobey them as a result, as if the nature of the Directive Seal. Until it is broken, these are her codes of conduct.
At birth, the image of a dragon with three heads was placed upon the young Amarante's back using both the standard equipment used in tattooing and the application of chakra. The chakra has long since faded but the tattoo remains as deeply shaded as the day it was placed upon her skin. The dragon is depicted in a tribal form with two outstretched wings reaching from shoulder blade to shoulder blade. The heads sprout from the middle and are inter connected to the body along the spinal column.
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PERSONALITY:
Over the years the young and naive Amarante who took pride in her being a shinobi was replaced with a much darker version of herself. A statement in and of itself considering that she was already pretty dark, having never trusted any one and her habit of merely using those around her how she saw fit. Her tendency to hold grudges still holds true as well but these days rather than just not doing anything for them or ignoring them she’s active in her maliciousness and pursues those who she has deemed to have wronged her. She no longer uses her womanly charm to seduce men, she merely flaunts her strength, her authority and power, and forces those around her to serve whatever whims she possess at the time though reserves the right to allocate such charms to those who can compete or themselves have greater strength than her so as not to risk harm to herself, or at least not to bother putting in the effort to overpower them.
She still possesses the intense desire for entertainment she once held as a child though these days her pallet seems to be much smaller. She was once merely satisfied by something as simple as spreading awful rumours though no longer. For her to be entertained by something such as that she would go all the way and make it so the rumour she started, say that someone was cheating on a spouse, she would utilise her position and plant evidence or both narcotics and sex regalia in their home to make anything but the idea seem idiotic even to the accused spouse. It’s not the actual break up that’s entertaining to her however, moreover the process and complexity to the otherwise simple task is what amuses her. Planting evidence has become a habit of hers lately as well as she has found herself tasking both herself and those under her with the duty of placing evidence on gangsters, shinobi, and politicians. Generally anyone who could be stepped on in order to advance either herself or others of influence. No one was safe these days.
She is loyal to no one but herself. She cares for no one but herself; everyone else in this world to her was just a pawn to be used, a stepping stone to double cross, or an enemy to defeat. She has over the years developed quite a mean streak. She didn’t realise it at first but she really did enjoy killing, she’d killed a number of people now and she felt nothing but the satisfaction of victory over them. For her to kill someone was to mean that she was stronger than them. She was strong. Her desire for entertainment and her pennant for killing have driven her to stir the pot of war on many occasion and she has felt no remorse for those actions. She would betray the leaf without a second thought, she would betray her closest comrade without a second thought. She pushes all the thoughts of friendliness to the back of her mind and focused only on advancing herself. A sad fact as she never really learnt to embrace the sorrow she had felt over all that she had endured properly. The loss of Kohaku by her own hand, and the rape she endured as a child.
She didn’t process it well and as a result she became this twisted version of herself with no empathy, no mercy, and no remorse.
Over the years the young and naive Amarante who took pride in her being a shinobi was replaced with a much darker version of herself. A statement in and of itself considering that she was already pretty dark, having never trusted any one and her habit of merely using those around her how she saw fit. Her tendency to hold grudges still holds true as well but these days rather than just not doing anything for them or ignoring them she’s active in her maliciousness and pursues those who she has deemed to have wronged her. She no longer uses her womanly charm to seduce men, she merely flaunts her strength, her authority and power, and forces those around her to serve whatever whims she possess at the time though reserves the right to allocate such charms to those who can compete or themselves have greater strength than her so as not to risk harm to herself, or at least not to bother putting in the effort to overpower them.
She still possesses the intense desire for entertainment she once held as a child though these days her pallet seems to be much smaller. She was once merely satisfied by something as simple as spreading awful rumours though no longer. For her to be entertained by something such as that she would go all the way and make it so the rumour she started, say that someone was cheating on a spouse, she would utilise her position and plant evidence or both narcotics and sex regalia in their home to make anything but the idea seem idiotic even to the accused spouse. It’s not the actual break up that’s entertaining to her however, moreover the process and complexity to the otherwise simple task is what amuses her. Planting evidence has become a habit of hers lately as well as she has found herself tasking both herself and those under her with the duty of placing evidence on gangsters, shinobi, and politicians. Generally anyone who could be stepped on in order to advance either herself or others of influence. No one was safe these days.
She is loyal to no one but herself. She cares for no one but herself; everyone else in this world to her was just a pawn to be used, a stepping stone to double cross, or an enemy to defeat. She has over the years developed quite a mean streak. She didn’t realise it at first but she really did enjoy killing, she’d killed a number of people now and she felt nothing but the satisfaction of victory over them. For her to kill someone was to mean that she was stronger than them. She was strong. Her desire for entertainment and her pennant for killing have driven her to stir the pot of war on many occasion and she has felt no remorse for those actions. She would betray the leaf without a second thought, she would betray her closest comrade without a second thought. She pushes all the thoughts of friendliness to the back of her mind and focused only on advancing herself. A sad fact as she never really learnt to embrace the sorrow she had felt over all that she had endured properly. The loss of Kohaku by her own hand, and the rape she endured as a child.
She didn’t process it well and as a result she became this twisted version of herself with no empathy, no mercy, and no remorse.
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