Post by rebel on Aug 11, 2019 17:17:55 GMT -7
叛逆日向 通り
Tōri Hangyaku-Hyūga
Tōri Hangyaku-Hyūga
——basic information[/font][/ul]通り "street" | 叛逆 "rebellion"
kekkei genkai: Byakugan
alignment: good, neutral
birth country: hi no kuni
village: non | leaf resident
gender: female
age: seventeen
height: 165cm (5'5")
weight: 54kg (119lbs)
movements: 4
handseals: 15
b.armor points: 40
nat.will save: 1
nat.fort save: 2
spring time of youth: ?
I: M: P: A: C: T: L:
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——detailed analysis
personality: Appreciating solitude as a priority, Tōri could be perceived as an introvert. Her impractically unending silence only adds to the enigmatic idea of her presence, typically receiving shock when she finally does speak. It has caused her to seem cold and robotic when really she is only blunt, extremely calculated and dedicated entirely to herself. Driven by the preconceived standards designated to her, no matter how conditioned they are, Tōri is an unwavering force of apathetic sharpness. Howbeit she is not devoid of emotions and insecurities, and perhaps some of her drive is rooted in those constrained inhibitions which only add to her bitter outward persona.
Judgmental and perhaps a bit chauvinistic, Tōri is silently observant, quick to make everlasting analytical assumptions based off first impressions, giving little compassionate thought to even passing strangers. Her own emotional boundaries create a barrier between her and the people she might want to bond with, finding it unreasonably tasking to make emotional connections. Her upbringing was without much socialization, thus she never truly learned how to interact intimately, platonic or varying, with her peers. For this she is obtuse and unused to familiarity or how to behave properly with humans, proving to be somewhat awkward when forced to mingle with her own species.
When placed in a situation that is inescapably hostile, Tōri rarely hesitates to act if only to prevent her own injury or fatality. Even more rarely would she place her own life in front of someone else's, no matter the potential obligation to do so. She intends a deliberate ruthlessness finessed by her precise objectivity and directional pursuit. She hardly acts outside of her own strategy unless there is an even better regimen to construe. Perfectionist at heart, she takes her own misgivings the heaviest and is liberal with reasonably blaming herself for many things out of her own control. It is easier to admit flaw than to accept her validity, always convinced she could do better.
Attracted to the value of strength and resolve and overall badassery, Tōri specifically undermines the miserly and frail, sneering at the weak or homeless or emotional. Disgusted by emotional endeavors and their connotations, she steels herself at the prospect of even her own. 'Emotions' are only flaws in the human biofunctionality and thus meant to be overcome and manipulated. 'Emotions' are only a nuisance. The urge to cry is like a visceral stab to the abdomen, the pain of which she would candidly favor over supposed heartache. It creates caution in even the most stably established amity, dragging inevitable friction into all potential relationships.
Yielded to the intentional projection of her worth and destiny, Tōri's resignation to outside influences on her mannerisms and lifestyle has disallowed her to understand those who act on whims and personal fancies. She cannot imagine chasing something that is not tangible and realistic, enthralled by individualism and the societal attempt to stray from the guidelines laid out by birth. As interchangeable cogs in the universal machine of life, she cannot fathom those who walk astray in search of their own will. Most both disturbed and fascinated by these types of people, perhaps there is an underlying desire to be the same in being different. Perhaps a small part of her would like to be free too, but she is too ignorant to recognize this envious longing.
appearance: Plain, uncanny, bijou. More than anything, seemingly unapproachable. The young woman's face is usually tight and phlegmatic, her thick lashes often hooded over the slanted pupilless pale eyes of her heritage, her soft, thin lips pulled into a tight line. Her complexion is smooth, her skin soft and unblemished save for the scars and impurities created by vigorous training. It's uncommon of her to be without a litter of bandages plastered over the fresh reminders of strength and progress.
Possessing a symmetrically structured face which tapers attentively into sharp points to reflect her sharp personality, Tōri is technically attractive. Ever typical of a Hyūga, her skin is pale and her hair is dark. Jet black kept medium short in ridiculous volume, she wears a cropped cut slightly past her chin. Her monochromatic aesthetic is only complimented by her insistence on maintaining normality and consistency in her palette. Of her mien, her most colorful vibrancy is the pale eyed endowment beneath a neat fringe.
Lithe and slender, boasting a petite frame from which svelte limbs extend and nimble joint extremities from those, her silhouette is indicative of graceful simplicity. With a flat chest and prominently narrow hips, Tōri's most provocative feature are her shapely long legs. Unfortunately, it seems as though everything is too small for her liking - her feet, her hands, her nose. Nothing about her should be mistaken for broad or effete, physical or abstract. Her radiation is painfully feminine and perhaps meek derived of her stature alone, an insinuation she resents.
As the respectable member of high future regard to a respectable family, Tōri is required to present herself elegantly, often smothered in draping kimonos. This directly clashes with her affinity for loose and less than presentable garbs, favoring the likes of cropped large shirts and a hakama or harem pants. Shoes are only a further hassle. If not for her father, she would not even attempt to fit herself into corsets and fancy accessories and yukatas. Her least favorite of all is her traditional jūnihitoe, which she is required to wear in formal House settings. Between both her own chosen clothing and the pieces forced onto her, Tōri has a selective wardrobe.
Truthfully, there is nothing truly 'special' about Tōri's chakra in and of itself. Average manifestation of this raw qi nuclei of her core results in a bubbling aqua, reflecting in her pale eyes as a smoldering indigo. As a direct result of her pure blood and DNA arrangement, Tōri is unbearably recognizable as a Hyūgan. Once she has activated her doujutsu, the tendrils of pressure in her temples are a dead giveaway of it. However, as a Main Branch member, she is without the telltale slave's contract seal.
history: As the first daughter of a respectable Main Branch Hyūgan man, it seems as though Tōri's fate was predetermined by her birth. This notion was only cemented by the implications her birth wrought. Hōfuku Hyūga laid with a woman twice his cousin to perpetuate the perfect bloodline; so as not to taint it with the penniless blood of a peasant. Although he did not love this woman, he wed her to be the proper mother to his daughter. Moroihana Hyūga's opinion on the matter was overlooked and she was forced to submit to a new life.
Moroihana loved her daughter. How could she not? Tōri was her flesh and blood. Even if she shared both a childhood and now a child with Hōfuku. Even if Hōfuku demanded she devote herself to being a mother and drop her goals and ambitions. Even if Hōfuku showed her no affection and slept with other women. Even if Tōri was treated better because she was to be raised and groomed as the next heiress, as the next keeper of the clan. Even if, deep down, she could not bring herself to find joy in motherhood, she still found enough strength to love Tōri, for she knew she was trapped all the same.
Despite vain efforts from Moroihana to give an exciting youth to her daughter, Tōri was never truly allowed to be a child. Fresh off her mother's teat, the young heiress was thrust into a fixed scbedule of training and suffocating expectations. In the courtyard she might watch her cousins wrestling or playing pretend, specifically the ones destined to serve her in the future days of her oversight. Their screams of pure joy were foreign to her. One time she rushed out to save the screeching babe of her kin. When they told her they were only playing, she could not understand what it meant. Although they might have wanted to, the children could not invite her to play. They'd heard of her. The Sōzokujin, Hōfuku's doll.
For a short time, Tōri lamented the requisite isolation and yearned to 'play,' to know what life outside of the rigorous schedule she'd known all her life was like. Afraid of angering her ill-tempered and strict father, she never truly found the courage to ask, or to try to stray from his dictation. Rebellion seemed unlike a valid option. It wasn't until she was at the ripe age of thirteen that she was allowed a semblance of freedom, no longer permanently chained to the House at all times. Although her father would not let her forget that he offered no slack, especially as his daughter, she had done exceptionally on her preliminary tests. She'd even aced the Academic tutelage of the House and proved apt in her chakra manipulation and sensory, keen to the family's genetic chakrasense. He trusted her enough, apparently, to grant contemporary freedom.
This newfound 'freedom' and privacy and sense of individuality was different. The broody growing teenager, budding into maturity, had a hard time breaking out of her shell. She'd always felt dull, a doll to her father and this clan, and didn't know how to live as her own self. Even her mother Moroihana had little advice for her as a woman forced into marriage and motherhood, stripped of her own volition. Tōri was lost and angry, but oppressed and incapable of expression. Over time, her father's influence bled into her own persona. In a way, she does closely resemble a doll, incapable of snipping her own strings.
Playing the perfect role to maintain her status, to maintain her pride, Tōri has begun to believe this as her one true destiny. The fates have decided, and she has no intention of upsetting the balance of life, as is the will of her Father.
