Illiana
Oct 6, 2012 23:57:56 GMT -7
Post by Cap. Shift on Oct 6, 2012 23:57:56 GMT -7
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border: solid 4px #444444; btable; text-align: justify;][atrb=style, background:url(http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/2290/2290455.png); width: 350px;] "I'd gladly die for you." ✘| aesthetics; � Name; Illiana � Aliases; --- � Titles; --- � Age; 19 � Date of Birth; Feb. 13th � Gender; Female � Blood Type; AB- � Laterality; Right � Birth Land; Land of Snow � Village; Rain � Profession; Ninja � Rank; Gennin � Clan; Ordinis Alarum � Kekkai Genkai; Shitakuma � Specials; ✘ Taijutsu Master; Gouken Tensora Taijutsu Taijutsu Taijutsu Taijutsu Taijutsu Taijutsu ✘Excess Slots; Shitakuma --- ✘ Miscellaneous Slots; One Two Three Four Five [style=float: left ; background:#444444; padding: 2px; margin-right: 2px; line-height: 0.5; margin-top: -2px; opacity: 0.8;] Height; 5'10" Weight; 157 lbs Skin Tone; Light Tan Eye Color; Blank Hair Color; Black � Appearance; Illiana is a woman of moderate height and build who, at first glance, hardly seems much different than your average young woman. 5'10", quiet and almost shy in ppearance, one wouldn't expect her to have the body of a killer. Under her clothes, her frame is tight and toned via years of physical training and a strong belief in enlightenment through the combination of physical and spiritual through the body instead of 'chakra'. Her light athletic frame affords her flexibility and range of motion without a sacrifice of strength; her muscles easily contorting for maximum balance. Callouses on her hands from wielding swords and shields, cuts in between her thumb and index from practicing drawing and sheathing a blade, scars on her legs and arms from hard falls and bad blocks; everything about her speaks a tale of not only a born combatant, but an acrobat of the utmost talent. Her hair is as black as night, and reaching half way down her back. Though loose in casual situations, her thick hair is tied back into a long, tight braid when it's time to 'work'. With her blank eyes always closed, her face is constantly calm and serene in appearance, her emotional reactions are generally subtle, soft twitches of the lips, or a slight furrow in the brow, almost never even coming to a full on expression beyond her perfect composure. The dark halo around her gives her a natural mysterious glow, and the youthfulness of her creamy skin affords her a youthful and elegant appearance. Another curiosity of her appearance is her ears. They extend a few inches longer than average, and end in points, as though they were daggers. She's displayed the ability to exert control and position them to a far greater degree than normal as well, reminiscent of a feline. The clothes she wears can vary greatly from occasion to occasion, as she prefers to dress for the comfort of the situation than for her appearance; she's blind, after all. She enjoys flowing clothing, and light fabrics, things that the wind can easily move through, as to also not restrict her sense of touch. She also says the feeling of the right thread counts and silks can cause quite the reaction when applied to her hyper sensitive body, though the exact count, and what exactly happens, are things she will never tell. 'Work Clothes' consist of far simpler gear. Generally all black, the cloth is usually of a thicker fabric to keep her warmer at high speeds, and to dampen the blows of punches and kicks. Black arm and shin guards also afford her some protection when preforming her own assault. ✘| aspect; � cognition; Hard as steel, and forged by expert hands, her mind is as sharp as any katana, and just as deadly. Her wit is quick, and her tongue keeps pace as she finds herself more than capable of subduing foes with words alone. She is a lover of poetry, of music, of song and words. Literature is a passion of hers, and that passion gave way for the expansion of her vocabulary, and a near encyclopedic recall of all the books she's read, though many of them are either obscure, written by madmen and heretics, fiction, or generally not pertaining to the present universe. She's an escapist. Realities imagined are better than the constant darkness of her life. When she dreams, it's of worlds she could never see, and of colors she could never describe. Painted with a brush that is the desires of her very soul, her desires are unreachable. That leaves her solemn. It makes her outlook on the real world cold and detached, as if she was simply an observer from the outside. She displays little emotion, because she feels little, she finds no joy in the company of others, and has no need for it. Solitude and focus are the keys to escape, the way to drown out the sound of the screaming world. Illiana does care for her younger brother, though. She's hard on him, always trying to push him the same way she was pushed, to make him understand that the world isn't a good place, and neither are the people in it; and that he, like her, should only look out for themselves, as they are the only ones they can depend on. Maybe that's a display of a compassionate side. One not buried beneath harsh words and hard combat. She's not going out of her way to treat small animals or anything, but she can't bring herself to simply pass someone who's truly in need; why add to the darkness in the world? Not that she seeks to fight it either, as she's fully prepared to do something underhanded for her next meal. All in all, she's a creature of solitude and silence. She'd prefer to exist solely as a blade in the dark, if she must exist at all, leaving her with a Neutral stance on many issues, though the Good in her is there, just buried. ✘| chronicles; � Prologue; I gift you with a daughter, Rem. The gift was not well received. Illiana was born of a father and mother far too overbearing to live in the northern reaches of Yuki no Kuni. Up there was a desert, with the heat replaced with cold, and the sun by the moon. Night could last near a month at such an elevated point, and it was only made even more unbearable by the height of their home which was tucked in a small valley between a mountain stretch that must have continued on wards from lightning along the edges of the continent. It was beautiful, and silent until that girl came screaming into the world. Until then, it was only Remus and Helena that had looked upon that place...an d it continued to only be them. Illiana was born blind, and the discovery of this turned Rem's stomach. A woman, and not even one who could bear his eyes. His fingers lightly touched the slightly pointed ears of the young girl, and watched them twitch with a strange fascination, and that fascination grew as she did, and her abilities truly began to bloom. This blind girl, his daughter, born not only without his eyes, but without sight itself could move with the grace of a feline just at the age of five. So Rem pushed her. Helen pushed her. They taught her to read, to write, to speak, to hunt, to kill, and to survive. They gave her the skills she would need to make her body a weapon, and her mind the trigger. Her lungs were conditioned to the cold, her body was made accustomed to pain, and her mind was bent to show no quarter to her foes, and no compassion for those who don't help themselves. She was trained to be a ninja. But It's only when the second voice entered that things began to change. What was once parental compassion and a begrudging acceptance by her father, suddenly became hard training at the age of five; not just because of her budding talents, but because of the birth of a second, Troy. While training Illiana, Troy had to watch. All the drills, the work, the blood, and the tears acted simply as a prelude to what the boy would go through. Illiana knew it too. "Get up" a hushed and hurried tone stirred the dream, and a quick jostle cast them away. The half sleeping boy grumbled and turned in his bed, pretending to return to sleep. It couldn't have been morning yet, why was Lilly bothering him. "Now, please," she asked in what she assumed would be a nice voice, though it sounded more like she was in pain than anything. The five year old boy's dark hues squinted into the darkness, struggling to see even the slight silhouette of his sister rummaging through some sort of sack. Then against the sudden surge of cold from the opened window, he pulled the thick quilt closer around him to guard against the cold only to have it sharply yanked away. "H-" a protest would have escaped his lips if a hand didn't immediately cover it. "We're leaving," the same voice said again. The cold woke him quickly, leaving him struggling between retrieving his stolen warmth, and freeing himself from his sister. She didn't uncover his mouth as she held his head down, easily overpowering the small boy. Troy's protesting and flailing died down when it became clear that escaping her wasn't an option. "Quiet," she said sharply. He nodded in return. Illiana uncovered his mouth, though really only because she had no other choice, and dropped the warmest clothing of his he could find. "These don't match," He complained as he picked them up and examined them in the dim moonlight. "Then don't wear it if you think matching trousers and jumpers will keep Yuki from taking you." Troy's complaints were quieted after that, much to Illiana's silent gratitude. She had already packed their bags, bags fasioned from a patchwork of clothes she had outgrown and 'thrown out'. Her escape was years in the making, and her only regret was to have to wait for him. She paced as he got dressed. It wasn't a display of intimation or a subtle tactic to get him to hurry -although those side effects were greatly appreciated- but simply a way to send echoes through the house. Her steps were in a perfect rhythm in her head, and she was keeping track of any sound she heard that came in on top of that baseline, luckily all she heard was the shuffling of her little brother, before he started staring at her. "...What? Are you ready?" She asked him sharply. "Are we running away, Lilly?" He asked like he knew the answer was yes already. What else could they be doing up in the middle of the night, right? "Yes, T." Illiana said with a slight hesitation that betrayed her feelings. There wasn't any regret in leaving, they taught her what she needed to know to survive, and that's all she needed from them. "Good," Troy was up on his feet now, grabbing his favorite boots from next to his bed, "Or I would have had to do it." A smile found it's way onto her lips; they really did give her everything she'd need. The duo's journey was out of the village. They sought freedom from their cage and to a life filled with wonders. And while that life may have been filled with wonders for Troy, Illiana was far more pressured. Caring for him and herself put more pressure on her than any child could bear; so she grew up fast. She learnt the rules of the world through hard times, and against her wishes, thanked her parents more and more as the years went on, even going as far as saying out loud that she missed them. Only once, though. The way of the sword, and the way of the ninja was what she had been groomed for, and after three years of travel, they finally managed to settle in Rain, the country being the perfect place for Illiana to function in, allowing her to make gennin in no time. Troy, while following a similar path as Illiana if only out of respect for her hard work, never displayed qualities beyond an average human, and instead actually took more to the nature and peace through unity than the violent and aggressive ways of his elder. Their adventures were many, and they were sure there would be much more to come. |