Akivasha 'Vasha' Kamyuja
Aug 8, 2015 22:37:39 GMT -7
Post by Celaena Kamyuja on Aug 8, 2015 22:37:39 GMT -7
Pandemonium of the Kamyuja
NAME: Akivasha 'Vasha' Kamyuja | EPOCH 19 (20 in -) |
STATURE AND MASS 5 Foot 7 Inches; 56 Kilograms | KEKKEI GENKAI Kamyuja - Chaos |
GENETICALLY Female (Miss) | ALIGNMENT Chaotic Good | Chaotic Evil |
ALLEGIANCE Takigakure no Sato | EXPERTISE Medical, Taijutsu Spec |
MEDICAL SPEC Medical | M Soulcaster Sensor Open Open Open | TAIJUTSU SPEC The Art of Throwing - Specialist Ake Sune - 赤い足 - Red Leg Bôjutsu Goutetsu | M Tensora Open |
NINJUTSU NON Doton no Jutsu | M Shōton no Jutsu | M Raiton no Jutsu | GM Suiton no Jutsu | GM | CLAN NON Kamyuja | M The Art of Bard | M Yamanaka Open |
MISCELLANEOUS 7/8 chosen. AnBu (Future) Mythical Summoner (Future) Ritualist: Medical Restoration Grandmaster - Raiton Release Grandmaster - Suiton Release Grandmaster - Art of Throwing Jack of Trades - Universal Ninjutsu Open | UNIVERSAL Universal TaiJutsu (limit 250) Universal NinJutsu (limit 500) Universal Genjutsu (limit 100) Universal Miscellaneous (limit 300) OTHER Open Open |
Psyche
○ Multiple Personality ○ Arachnophobia | ○ Situation-specific amnesia ○ Phonophobia |
Akivasha:
Akivasha is a very organized young woman. The need to make sure everything works according to plan is her motto, one in a many of her shinobi ways. Everything she does, whether it be a simple train to a mission of great importance, it needs to be completed and correctly without fail. She is the type of person who does not abandon a project when it is not finished, and she definitely does not slack off the job even if she has lost interest. Akivasha will see things through until the bitter end.
Though when it comes to tasks, she likes to think it through before she embarks on it. If it is a bit complicated, she will make a list, mostly within her mind, and methodically work her way through it. As when she has a goal, she will not be satisfied until she has reached it. And when it comes to detail, Akivasha will not ignore it. If she doesn't understand how it is to be done, she will ask or do it to her best standards and or abilities. Akivasha does not understand how anyone can get anything accomplished without thoughtful planning ahead of time. When things are needed to be done, she will plan beforehand instead of leaving it to the last minute. Now Akivasha is the type of person who will not be comfortable when things do not go according to plan. Nor is she a procrastinator. She will not waste her time when she could be elsewhere, getting down to business. She loves art, beauty and design, and has a good taste when it comes to music, clothing or anything else artistic. She enjoys reading and travelling especially to some place unknown.
Now she believes that there is a logical explanation for everything, and also a logical solution to every problem, so when it comes to hard trouble times, she is a good problem-solver. And for her upper most personal, she doesn't see the need to share what she is thinking or feeling. She tends to present herself in a way which is formal but also keeps her inmost thoughts to herself. She is the form of secrets, and would not tell a word even if she was being beaten to death. What secret she holds, will stay with her until she dies. Akivasha is the type of person who is accustomed to rubbing the person the wrong way, it simply happens when she expresses her opinions, or simply her way of speech as she is aggressive and decisive, being a pragmatic person who appears cold and harsh.
However, she has shown that she genuinely cares for those important to her, whether that be friends or a current village. Her view on having another personality, one that she is aware of, sometimes make her feel tentative. And she remembers her alter ego since a very young age, always feeling her state of mind even when words could not be pasted between them. And the sensitivity between both personalities only intensified until when she found her necklace ‘choker’ and placed her rosary cross on the chain, did their two personalities bond stronger. She’s not over keen of Vasha’s nasty personality but then again, she’s not exactly a saint either.
Vasha:
Vasha’s personality is what Akivasha explains as an involving one. She can be fair one moment, and nasty and cruel the next. The saying, never judge a book by its cover, is what needs to be taken upon with Vasha around. Vasha is a person of pure cruelty and insanity who cares for no one but herself. But at first she wasn't always like that. At one time before the age of turning into the young adult, she was sweet and caring, but one who always had a short temper. However, after one fateful day, Vasha was reborn, but instead out of love, it was out of hate, anger, envy but above all fear.
Both Kamyuja’s do not remember their childhood, but Vasha knows that her fear generates from whatever happened in that ‘blank’ moment in time. Vasha has very little opinions on the way of sex, but what does interest her mostly is when it comes to something like violence and killing she has a lot of opinions about it, every single one of them good, even though if someone denied her opinions on the matter, they will see that she was bad. Mad and unstable. One goal to Vasha is that she will not aid the weak, if she see someone else doing just that, she will feel mentally sick. And if she could get away with murder, then she will see to it that that happens. Vasha suffers with a disorder which is called Sadistic personality disorder, in where she treats everybody else like filth.
She loves to humiliate people in the presence of others in the hopes that they will obey her or see themselves killed. She is deeply amused in watching and partaking in killing, hurting other people for torture is her favourite sport. Let’s just say, she is fascinated by violence, weapons – anything sharp – injury and torture. If there is no torture in life, then she will not be happy. Now then it comes to love, her opinions are completely scattered as she believes that really there is absolutely no point to love. This however can change if she finds someone that perks her curiosity by either their personality or their appearance but even then it is quite hard to get her to change her mind.
Honesty is something that Vasha is not good with, if she finds someone she trusts enough, then she might consider, but if not, then it is definitely not a factor. She'll lie whenever she wants however she wants whether it be for fun or for personal gain she will lie to get what she wants. What she finds most hard in life was to do something nice for someone else. It is impossible for her to do anything nice for someone who is weak. If it wasn't for anything, she'll hate to have the title 'pathetic' placed upon her head. Now she does care what others think of her.
If she could change one thing about herself, that will be to be slightly more nicer - totally against her alignment, but even to her, she does get lonely. Now her greatest strength would definitely have to be that she is a very physically strong woman her learns things very quickly. She also finds herself easily able to push her physical limits and still keep on going. Her biggest weakness would have to definitely be her insanity, finding herself unable to cope with simple tasks because her mood changes things every so often and an ever changing mind-set conflicts with her lifestyle so badly. But overall she manages brilliantly. Now the question upon everybody's lips is... What happened to her father and mother? Well that simple, she doesn’t remember.
Aside from her lack of empathy and despite her cruelty and evil, she values her own life dearly. Paranoid that someone else will kill her one day, she uses her strength to the maximum in hopes that if a blade come to hit, it will not matter. Even though she will feel the pain after a while, at least she will be alive. One thing above everything else. She loves a good joke and will never be a bored person within a crowd. She is strong, powerful, and very prideful; cold and reserved, she is highly aristocratic and arrogant, looking down upon everyone in all manner. Well why is that? Because she is Vasha…
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Outward Aspect,
I feel it deep within
It’s just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like
a monster
Akivasha is a tall and elegant young woman with flawless pale white marble coloured skin, lush curves, but her body is all sculpted muscle. Unorthodox, she was born with red eyes, a liquid kind as good as any demonic creatures she so much likes with dark sometimes cat-like pupils. They are sharp, outlined with black eyeliner and ringed professionally with mascara to give off length and to make the lashes appear darker. Her eyebrows are low arched with a soft angle, thin not thickly trimmed and are always kept tidy. It’s suitable for her face shape which is squared and for the reason, because she has a strong jawline. Adjoining her appearance she has long thick thigh-length silver-whitish coloured hair. Her fringe is long yet fashionably unkempt, however her main mane of hair is always kept tidy, which seems to shine like metal in the sun or moonlight’s glow. Sometimes she has her hair tied up with flowers or with kanzashi such as hair pins or hair-sticks; yet most of the time, she has her hair left down.
Akivasha has sharp features, smooth like silk but cold like crystal. She is commonly seen by others as a too-serious teenager with a confident cruel smile, but they intend to avoid her like the plague due to her mood disorder, and the serious aura she casts. They know her cruel, demanding and aggressive behaviour all too well. It’s in the way she speaks, and by the way she holds herself. Akivasha does not have much interest in make-up. She doesn’t like the feel the texture makes when applied to her skin. The only cream she will use is one used for acne. Moving along, around her neck she wears what is called a rosary where she founded at a grave site. The material appears steel with a blood red jewel in the centre. Sometime over the year, though the Rosario doesn’t change in appearance, it somehow works as a medium for the two personalities to communicate with each other. The jewel whenever that happens darkens to almost too thicken colour of blood.
Her shoulders are slim but not bony but her toned muscles bulge unnecessary from beneath her skin, however not unnaturally so that it makes her look like a man. Akivasha’s muscles are as hard as nails. So let’s just leave it as this, men and woman will think twice before attacking her. At the end of each arm, are delicate hands that always have pointed painted nails that changes from red to peach at times. She has long lengthy legs that seem to travel on forever, and upon her feet are a nice pare of low heel boots which are commonly mistaken as school boots. Being a girl with style, she changes her outfits when she sees fit, regardless of the weather and time.
She will not strip off in front of others and what she wears, she feels comfortable within. Her formal dress is often a white kimono, or a long dress in Chinese style. Sometimes an underbust corset is applied due to her interest in the English history, sometimes it’s left without. Per contra, she is mostly seen wearing what is commonly mistaken as some school uniform: a teal coat with a white hem for the neck and side arms. Her skirt is pleat and the colour of green matching her teal coat. The skirt length is short, hanging from her hips and ending not even half way on her upper thigh. The length is poor but it covers the main importance’s such as underwear.
Akivasha has sharp features, smooth like silk but cold like crystal. She is commonly seen by others as a too-serious teenager with a confident cruel smile, but they intend to avoid her like the plague due to her mood disorder, and the serious aura she casts. They know her cruel, demanding and aggressive behaviour all too well. It’s in the way she speaks, and by the way she holds herself. Akivasha does not have much interest in make-up. She doesn’t like the feel the texture makes when applied to her skin. The only cream she will use is one used for acne. Moving along, around her neck she wears what is called a rosary where she founded at a grave site. The material appears steel with a blood red jewel in the centre. Sometime over the year, though the Rosario doesn’t change in appearance, it somehow works as a medium for the two personalities to communicate with each other. The jewel whenever that happens darkens to almost too thicken colour of blood.
Her shoulders are slim but not bony but her toned muscles bulge unnecessary from beneath her skin, however not unnaturally so that it makes her look like a man. Akivasha’s muscles are as hard as nails. So let’s just leave it as this, men and woman will think twice before attacking her. At the end of each arm, are delicate hands that always have pointed painted nails that changes from red to peach at times. She has long lengthy legs that seem to travel on forever, and upon her feet are a nice pare of low heel boots which are commonly mistaken as school boots. Being a girl with style, she changes her outfits when she sees fit, regardless of the weather and time.
She will not strip off in front of others and what she wears, she feels comfortable within. Her formal dress is often a white kimono, or a long dress in Chinese style. Sometimes an underbust corset is applied due to her interest in the English history, sometimes it’s left without. Per contra, she is mostly seen wearing what is commonly mistaken as some school uniform: a teal coat with a white hem for the neck and side arms. Her skirt is pleat and the colour of green matching her teal coat. The skirt length is short, hanging from her hips and ending not even half way on her upper thigh. The length is poor but it covers the main importance’s such as underwear.
Chronicle of Events
Akivasha’s earliest memories are of being a young girl always looking within a mirror, expecting to see herself, but instead seeing someone else with her face, with her complexion. She remembers nothing of her childhood, only loneliness and stress. She indistinctly remembers her academy years, however most of her memories are a blur. She remembers bits and pieces, from arriving at the academy called Takiguchi of Takigakure on a cold wet day. Settling in well on her first hour of remembered day, only to end up in a fight on the very first hour in the ending of said day, before receiving special treatment due to a sensei experiencing her strength and chaos first hand. The sensei’s name was Mao and she was a scary looking petite woman who appeared in her mid-20s. From day one, Mao was Akivasha’s only tutor. All the other sensei’s were one group specialists whereas Mao was her ‘every handle sensei whether it be math problems, to Taijutsu knowledge or kekkei genki knowledge.’ Akivasha remembered Mao to have a bloodlimit which specialises in water. And she remembers this clearly because of Mao’s skin colour (if it could even call it skin.) Mao genes belonged to a bloodline called Hozuki, and Mao had mastered that rather young. “I want you to succeed in your bloodlimit, Akivasha…” And so she had. Mao was relentless.
Akivasha grew up listening to music. It was her cure which kept her chaos under control and brightened up her bleak world. However this all changed when she went searching for relatives only to bump into and stab her father…
Her father filling in the job as a barman at the time, Vasha didn’t know she was crashing in on one of his missions until she was forced to stab him to hide his identity. Evidently, he didn’t know she was his child until he studied his appearance in the mirror only to have Vasha approach up beside him. Seeing the resemblance he broke down with abysmal joy, expressing himself that he had found his daughter, and much to Vasha’s surprise, wondering if he had lost his mind, but was deeply pleased that maybe she had found someone who would love her as a family member would.
Back at the academy, she furthered her studies with Mao only to realise that Genjutsu was not her forte and decided to teach her in the art of Medicine believing that it may make her compassionate in areas she was not. “I would teach you in a medical style Will of Kratos however with your born strength, it is prohibited.” Akivasha didn’t have any cares and focused mainly on the styles she found worthy enough to learn and master in. Akivasha moved in with her father, ten days after the encounter and it wasn’t long until she picked up on his habitual routine, and her strength and knowledge accelerated. Her father’s name was Akifusa and he was ancient yet with a very young face. He looked to be around the age of his early teens however he told her that he was living through his ninety or so years. Akivasha was five at the time. Out of the academy, Akifusa taught his daughter the basics of Chakra control and concentration. Hunting and killing. He made sure that she excels in their bloodline so that she would be able to take care of herself when she was on her own. At the academy, she mastered the styles: the art of bard. Doton and Shōton no jutsus, Medical arts into deep detail, basic Universal Ninjutsu and Genjutsu and even Sensor. And it wasn’t long until the day came when she graduated from the academy at the tender age of seven and promoted her Genin status to Chūnin at the age of nine.
She may not remember her infant years, but she has photographic memory in everything else. Her IQ reaches the limit of High Average boarding on Superior, however like her father, she keeps that a secret. Right now, she is seeking Jōnin classification and won’t rest until she achieves it…
Akivasha grew up listening to music. It was her cure which kept her chaos under control and brightened up her bleak world. However this all changed when she went searching for relatives only to bump into and stab her father…
The cheap lace and single-sewn seams pressed into Vasha’s flesh, weighed down by the uncomfortable tapestry jacket that finished her coloring. Her training kept her from fidgeting with the shirt’s tag even as it bit into her skin. She studied those around her. How curious that the mortals perceived her world this way. She forced a weak smile as the club’s heavy electronic beat ricocheted through her bones. Lights flickered and strobe, casting shadows and angles that paid no compliments to the faces around her. She cringed as a few bodies collided with her in the surrounding crush. Nothing in her years of training had prepared her for immersion in a crowd of mortals. She pushed through the bar, failing in her attempt to avoid more contact but happy at how little attention she attracted. But there was one small problem, it was crammed. Finding a space between two bodies, she squeezed in and waited for the bartender’s attention.
Her father filling in the job as a barman at the time, Vasha didn’t know she was crashing in on one of his missions until she was forced to stab him to hide his identity. Evidently, he didn’t know she was his child until he studied his appearance in the mirror only to have Vasha approach up beside him. Seeing the resemblance he broke down with abysmal joy, expressing himself that he had found his daughter, and much to Vasha’s surprise, wondering if he had lost his mind, but was deeply pleased that maybe she had found someone who would love her as a family member would.
Back at the academy, she furthered her studies with Mao only to realise that Genjutsu was not her forte and decided to teach her in the art of Medicine believing that it may make her compassionate in areas she was not. “I would teach you in a medical style Will of Kratos however with your born strength, it is prohibited.” Akivasha didn’t have any cares and focused mainly on the styles she found worthy enough to learn and master in. Akivasha moved in with her father, ten days after the encounter and it wasn’t long until she picked up on his habitual routine, and her strength and knowledge accelerated. Her father’s name was Akifusa and he was ancient yet with a very young face. He looked to be around the age of his early teens however he told her that he was living through his ninety or so years. Akivasha was five at the time. Out of the academy, Akifusa taught his daughter the basics of Chakra control and concentration. Hunting and killing. He made sure that she excels in their bloodline so that she would be able to take care of herself when she was on her own. At the academy, she mastered the styles: the art of bard. Doton and Shōton no jutsus, Medical arts into deep detail, basic Universal Ninjutsu and Genjutsu and even Sensor. And it wasn’t long until the day came when she graduated from the academy at the tender age of seven and promoted her Genin status to Chūnin at the age of nine.
All of us have our little problems and insecurities. Akivasha was no different. Back in the academy, when she used to feel insecure about something, she would console herself with two thoughts: I’m pretty, and my father loves me. Between those two, she could survive anything. And indeed she was right.
Ninety-four degrees. Ninety-seven percent humidity. It was crazily hot at the exams, and she thought she was going to die from the heat alone. “You’re a difficult woman to find, Miss. Kamyuja,” said the examiner as he opened the diamond-paned front door of the examination room. He had glanced at her sharply when she stepped up to the dojo mat before the test was in play. Survival. Kill or be killed, it was a one on one, or a three on one. And in her case it had been a three on one…
Round two was a little different.
From the rooftop, she stared. Her fist clench. She kept her nails real short; still, they gouge blood from her palms. Two men are dragging her examination partner down the front steps of a church. She’s naked. They drop her like a piece of trash in the middle of the street. A third male exits the church and joins them, and they stand, imperial guards around her, laughing. Akivasha could only imagine what they did to her. In the end, the girl failed the test as she didn’t accomplish anything the examiners wanted from her. She was not raped, as Akivasha first thought, but later she found out that that was her test to see how she would react. She passed as her reaction was thoughtfully planned and accomplished. Akivasha got an approval as she worked calmly and like a Chūnin would proceed through such obstacles.
She may not remember her infant years, but she has photographic memory in everything else. Her IQ reaches the limit of High Average boarding on Superior, however like her father, she keeps that a secret. Right now, she is seeking Jōnin classification and won’t rest until she achieves it…
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