Chizu Moemasu [Grass]
Mar 5, 2017 1:18:03 GMT -7
Post by Lianaly Fox on Mar 5, 2017 1:18:03 GMT -7
Name: Chizu Moemasu
Bloodlimit: None
Height:4’11” 5’01" 5'06" 5'10" 6ft
Weight:64 128 159 178 lbs
Age:8 9 10 11 12
Gender: Female
Alignment: True Neutral
Birth Country: Kusa no Kuni
Village: Kusagakure
Language: Common, Sign Language
Rank: C-Rank
Overall Tp: 960/1500
Taijutsu: 180
Ninjutsu: 0
Genjutsu: 0
Skills: 375
Universal Tai: 205
Universal Nin: 10
Universal Gen: 0
Universal Misc: 190
Stats:
Movements: 10
Handseals: 20
Anime Defense: 160
Fort: 5
Will: 1
+2 vs Mind effects
+1 vs fear
Initiative: +2
+1 for Movements.
+5 for Skill Category 2.
Special:
Taijutsu Master
-[N] / Art of Throwing
-[N] / Tensora (Future)
-[N] / Capoeria (Future)
-[N] / Reserved
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-[N] / Reserved
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Ninjutsu Non-Specialist
-[N] / Reserved
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Miscellaneous
- Profession / Artisan (Tailor) / Technical Path
- Jack of Trades / Misc / +600 Universal TP
- Jack of Trades / Ninjutsu / +400 Universal TP
- Jack of Trades / Taijutsu / + 800 Universal TP
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Personality:
Chizu is a rather simple girl, easy to please but hard to anger. Going through life without a goal, and living as if everything was a dream.
Simple- Chizu was always a simple person, she never wanted anything extravagant or flashy. She wasn't interested in seeing people go out of there way for her, however flattered she may be. She liked her colors easy on the eyes, the scents potent, but not enough to make her gag and sneeze. She likes glimmer, in any form, be it a shiny coin or even a reflective rock. She enjoys her clothes to be simple, loose and comfortable. Not tight for silly fashion or overly cutesy like some other little girls do.
She likes food, any food no matter the type. As long as it doesn’t make her sick it should work out nicely. Sweets are okay too, but she doesn’t enjoy strong sugary foods. Even if it isn’t something she likes, she’d take it anyways because she still likes gifts.
Blunt- Chizu isn’t the most tactical person around when it comes to other and their feelings. She rather say what she believes about a subject as straight as she could, because trying to put more thought just to make someone else feel better seems like a was. She also just doesn’t want to lie to people, she appreciates being told the truth, so other people should like hearing the truth too right?
Even if the truth hurts, its better than being lied too. At least you know the other person respects you enough to not try to sugarcoat things for “your own good”.
Anti-social- Chizu isn’t a very conversational girl, other than the fact that she just sucks at talking to people, she doesn’t really have a reason to want to talk to people. People go through life doing their own things, she goes through life at her own pace. She doesn’t see why she should bother people on their paths when she has nothing to do with them, and if they bother her, then why should she care about what they have to say if it doesn’t really concern her?
Chizu only talks to people she likes or the authority she has to follow in order to not deal with being punished for not listening/caring. If she doesn’t find enjoyment talking to you, she will just up and leave altogether. Despite her anti-social behavior, she does listen to what people say when they are talking to her, whether she remembers or not is up to chance.
Great Listener- When she does find people she doesn’t mind talking too, she prefers to let them do most of the talking. She’s happy with just listening, and may make a few comments herself if she has a strong feeling about the subject. Often during those time, she doesn’t mind physical contact.
Actually, she is perfectly fine with cuddling with other people even if she isn’t particularly close to them. This is because she enjoys the warm from other people's bodies, and being embraced is usually associated with calming, happy feelings for her.
Detached- Chizu finds it hard to form really close bonds with people, she struggles to show emotion to people she cares about, because for her, her feelings always seemed like they appeared behind a glass wall.
Visible, present, yet untouchable all the same.
When she sees things, she doesn’t really process them as real, they walk along living their lives. Yet she can never seem to make the distinction between them just being figments of her imagination or real, living, breathing beings like her. It is only when she physically touches something that the connection is made, where they become a clear image in her eyes.
It's usually then that she puts a little more effort into knowing someone, because she doesn’t want to lose that realness. This is also why touch is so important to her and why she enjoys it so much.
It is also through touch that Chizu realizes any dangers that may be around in clarity. Her other senses work, but she still has trouble making that distinction between reality and imagination without touch. This caused her to work harder on realizing danger from a distance, because she knew that she was stuck under a huge disadvantage otherwise.
This is also why she prefers to fight using hand to hand or close combat weapons. She is able to focus much better when she is physically clashing with another. She also finds enjoyment in pushing her body, because pain or not, the reactions of her body helps her stay grounded to reality.
Non-judgmental- Chizu doesn’t care about a person's past, what they have done to other people or to themselves. She only judges a person based on how they treat her and the people she cares about. If she does like you, you. can you tell her about something horrendous, she will probably still like you. As long as you aren’t trying to hurt or kill her. After all, what does all of those other people got to do with her?
Appearance:
Chizu is a young girl, 8 years of age and weighs a little over 64 lbs. She is obviously undeveloped, small yet certainly not frail. She isn’t the most girly looking child, easily passable as a little boy until she speaks.
First off, her hair is a bright cyan, with two spiky side bangs framing either side of her face. The back of her hair is feathery and a mess of feathery spikes, getting shorter as it comes to the base of her neck. Her skin is a light tan, from absorbing the rays of the sun for years of outside work.
Her jawline is soft with a small point, her face still full of baby fat and smooth to the touch. Her eyes a sharp with a small arc, usually locked in a half-lidded apathetic gaze. Her eyes are a stunning cyan much like her hair, and the colors she decided to wear daily always makes them stand out even more. Her eyebrows are thick tear drops, fading away at the halfway point of her eyelid. Usually slightly furrowed, her eyebrows greatly empathises her expressions where her other facial feature does not.
She has a distinctive star shaped darker spot of skin under her eye.
Her build is small, with her thin limbs, small torso, and stick like legs, she hardly makes for an intimidating figure. But behind that deception is a body that has be physically conditioned for most of her short life. The clothes she wears are specially made for her, handcrafted by her mother as a gift to her young protégée.
Chizu wears a sleeveless turtle shirt of dark cyan, and baggy pants that close at the calves, a grayer cyan than her shirt. Her shirt also has a singular streak of cyan down each side of the neck to the shoulders.
On her arms are over the elbow fingerless cyan gloves, that possess one silver ring on each middle finger. Also cyan, her cloth belt that is tied and clamped with a dark grey metal clasp. That belt also hold multiple dark cyan gray pouches, each pouch holding a multitude of different shinobi supplies.
Her legs are covered with multicolored shin guards of her color scheme, which also connected to the dark sandals she wears. Two multi colored leg guards was locked on her left leg, not serving as much protection, yet also a completing part of her outfit.
At times where she isn’t wearing her favorite clothes, she might be found wearing a simple dark blue kimono with a cyan obi. This is also the clothes she tends to wear when she is helping her mother do business at her Shop.
9 year old Update:
Chizu has grown fast since she graduated from the academy, in body more than mind. Where she once stood at a normal height of 4’11, Chizu has quickly gained a few inches and now stands at 5’01, weighing 128 lbs. Her body has filled out, but not in feminine way, her arms have grown longer, and have gained defined bulk compared to her previous stick arms. Her chest is broad and much more muscled, as is the rest of her body. Her legs are longer and also gained a definite bulk up like her arms.
Overall, Chizu has the appearance of a fit young boy, and no longer looks more girly than boyish. Her hair is also styled in a mess of slightly curled spikes, parted to the right and covering her right eye. Her front bangs are long and fall to her shoulders, while the back is still short. Even more so since all of her long strands are brushed over her face, instead of some being back like before. Her face is also less childish than before, with her cheeks becoming less round and more angled, and her eyes sharper, even if slightly.
Chizu also had a wardrobe change to match her new year. She now wears a sleeveless dark blue turtleneck muscle shirt, with a sing cyan streak down the sides. A cloth bracer that's held together by a cyan cloth belt, dark blue baggy pants that close at her calves, also with a cyan streak. She wears simple calf high sandals, also dark blue and now wears her Kusa headband on her forehead.
She has a pouch strapped to each of her biceps, a pack and another pouch to the back of her belt, and a hanging side pouch hooked to her belt. She had her Club strapped to her hip, and her Naginata strapped to her back. Also shoulder high gloves that matches her color scheme, that have metal plates on her hands as guards. The gloved have no fingers and instead ends on her ring finger as a silver ring. Lastly, she now constantly wears silver upside down pyramid earrings.
Background:
Chizu was born in the Land of Grass to two young merchants. A Stoic man called Nagaki Moemasu and his Wife, Hinata. Chizu was born in the family's small house, situated away from most of the hustle and bustle of the Village. Where she grew up, she was surrounded by lush greenery and a large pond of Koi. It was a beautiful area that brought many inspirations to the Artisan couple, and would bring Chizu her own peace and mind as she grew up.
Her earliest memories before the fall was of sitting on her father's lap, listening to him halfheartedly explain the finer points of haggling and buy good materials. He knew well that she didn’t fully understand what he was saying, but he also knew how much his daughter loved the sound of his voice. So he’d just talk away about thing she wouldn’t understand, knowing that the little girl will always stay calm and happy when she listened to his deep voice.
Often during this point of time, Chizu would watch her parent’s work endlessly. She never showed much activity, not rolling around and making noise at every moment, instead she was a quiet baby. Sitting politely in one spot and finding entertainment in the daily motions of her parents. Her parent’s were eternally grateful to have had such an easy child to care for, having been very reluctant to have a child at any point of their lives.
But Chizu was the opposite of what they had been dreading. She was attentive, always watching, yet never speaking unless she needed a change or food. Even then it was never screaming or crying, just little discomforted noises that was always just enough to get their attentions.
As she grew older and her mind developed more, Chizu took a liking to sitting out in their backyard, just taking in the colors, sights, and sounds with all of her senses. She’d rest in her mother's arms as she painted, or watch her as she turned pieces of fabric into elegant dresses. Chizu was always interested in her mother's work, what she was doing and how she did it. She also enjoyed when her father took her on walks, or let her see new faces outside of her mostly isolated life.
Chizu was looking to grow up into a fine young woman who’d take her mother's job one day. A woman who always laughed at jokes and loved to talking to new things. But the best plans laid never work out in the end.
When Chizu was only 4, she realized that something was off about her father lately. While the man was never expressive as others, he had begun to claim up even more than usual. More than Hinata could take, Chizu would notice how her parents seem to argue a little more over the weeks. That her parents weren't together as much as they used to be. She’d have to sit and listen to her mother rant about her father, and watch her father seem to get sadder as the days pass.
She noticed that at times he’d have trouble walk, or even just standing. He stumbled over his words when he was formerly so articulate. Because of this, Chizu started spending more and more of her time by her father's side than her mother's. Even if he didn’t want her to see him as he was, he never had the heart to force her away.
She knew something was wrong, and she didn’t understand why. But even if she didn’t understand why, she still gave him more hugs, more kisses, and tried to bring him pretty things the knew he enjoyed. Her mother was still upset with him, but even though she was more cold to the man, she still tried her best to take care of Chizu and Him.
Because of the two lovers being more separated in the coming year. Hinata didn’t catch on to what Nagaki was going through, whenever she was around, he’d tried to pass off as healthy. The man was a skilled liar in life, but even he couldn’t keep up the act when he had a sudden stroke.
In the day before Nagaki passed, he had pulled Chizu up to him while her mother was out at her shop. He told her that he was going to die, without any sugarcoating either. Even if she was 4, Chizu knew full well about Death, having seen it in animals, the trees, and the plants of their land. She was given a talk months beforehand about death, about how all people die and that they just do so at different times.
So when he told her he was going to die, she was distraught, she loved him after all. But she was also understanding it was better for him if that happens, she knew that he has been suffering more and more from some mysterious illness. And she knew that in death, all of his pain and suffering would be gone. So she hardly shed any tears on the day that he passed, though Hinata was a different story altogether.
The woman was so broken after her love’s death, that she became to depressed to properly take care of Chizu. For the next few months, Chizu had to deal with her depressed mother. Though dealing with the sadden woman was much harder than when her father. She was more willing to lock herself away and push Chizu from her. The little girl found it difficult to quell her mother’s tears, and had to struggle to get the woman to do anything, including making food for her.
While Chizu did manage to convince the woman to at least feed them both, she didn’t have much head way helping her mom. So she tried to divert the woman's attention to something else, her craft and the one things she always excelled at. On days when she was reasonable, Chizu tried to get her mother to teach her about sewing. It took a while to convince her, but soon the woman started to teach Chizu her craft.
The shift in priorities to her craft helped the woman recover, it also forced her to go back out and sell her clothings to get money for better fabrics. It also made her start interacting with others again, which made her road to getting over Nagaki’s death a much easier, but still slow climb.
During the times where Chizu couldn’t see her mother, the girl had to find a different way to pass time. So she started with just running, running around the house, the backyard, even doing laps of their land. Eventually she got used to running, so she started climbing trees, jumping around, doing anything to distract her and pass the time.
It became a habit, and she enjoyed doing all of this physical activity. At least until the next big moment of her life.
At 5 ¾ years old, Chizu was running around her home like a headless chicken, bored out her mind and clueless as to what to do with herself. Her mother was out at her shop, newly reopened and again bringing income to the remaining family. While Chizu was running around, she rammed hard into the side of one of the walls, knocking a very heavy filled clay vase off a top shelf and sending it directly onto her head. It's safe to say that Chizu was left in critical need of medical attention. Luckily Hinata decided to end shop early, if not, Chizu probably would bled out and she'd have another dead loved one on her hands.
Chizu was rushed to the nearest hospital, and by the time she had woken up, most of the lasting damage was done. When she woke, she was almost entirely unresponsive, staring blankly at the wall and not paying anyone attention. When her mother had come to get her, Chizu’s first words since she woke up was, “Who are you?”.
The heavy hit to her head had left her with a case of amnesia, and to add to that, Chizu wasn’t responding to anything like she used to. She didn’t giggle or smile anymore, as a matter of fact, she hardly changes expression for the rest of her life! The amnesia she had wasn’t the worst it could be, after a few hours she was able to remember that Hinata was her mother. She also knew who she was, but any actual memories she had was completely gone. She couldn’t recall her parent’s names, she doesn’t remember sitting on her father’s lap, or her mother’s depression. She didn’t even recall her father’s voice.
But with time, she seemed to get bits of memories back for moments at a time. The biggest set back for her was that she couldn't keep any new memories in her head. She instantly forgot things that happened to her minutes before, has forgotten her mother and herself at times, and constantly had to relearn about things that happened.
Eventually, she stopped caring about relearning anything. What does it matter to meet this old family member if she’d just forget their existence moments after they leave? She just stopped trying to remember anything.
This caused her to grow more and more detached from the world, her fascinations with color and life becoming simple “It's pretty.” The one thing that seemed to always stick with her was the skills she learned, she never forgot how to sew, she never forgot how to dance or do cartwheels. Her learned skills always stuck with her, whether from muscle memory or not.
It's also that reason why Hinata was sure that Chizu can heal from her head trauma, if those things stayed, surely everything else can too, right? So Hinata started putting Chizu in more positions that induced learning, she even sent her to the academy in hopes that shinobi training can sharpen her memory and body in ways that just letting her sit around can’t.
When Chizu was first introduced to the academy, she didn’t care one lick about it. She didn’t care about their customs, the kusakage, or any of the shinobi principles. She used to not listen to her instructors and do nothing, but she eventually learned that ignoring them will bring nothing but unwanted trouble and headaches.
Which she got a lot of by the way.
So she started trying to remember things they tell her so they wouldn’t bother her. That was a hard task, and she failed at it more often than not. But she wanted her peace, so she worked hard so that they couldn’t bug her anymore. This was what Hinata was hoping for, because of the girls attempts to keep information in her head to avoid lots of yelling, she started to get better at retaining memories she makes.
Throughout Academy, Chizu never cared about any of the students. Whether they made fun of her or not, she never felt interested enough care about their words and lives. Truthfully, she sometimes thought that everyone in the academy what's just some weird part of her imagination. Even though she knew that wasn’t true, she still struggled with the part of her mind that thinks that's true.
Though a small development, Chizu eventual started to have a little voice in her head. When she held her tongue at those damn instructors that insulted or annoyed her, that little voice in her head would always bark some scathing remark. It was nothing big, and she easily just accepted it as her consciousness that people say they hear and moved on. Besides, everything it said was true after all.
The next big step in her recovery was when she was sitting alone in a park near the academy. Just sitting down and observing the colors of the environment, when the voice of another child rang out beside her.
A young white haired boy stood before her, dressed in oversized hoodie and black shorts. He peered down at her with curious blue eyes, asking her what she was doing. Chizu didn’t answer, she didn’t see why she should, so she ignored him. Instead of leaving like the other kids after they get the silent treatment, he just sat down in front of her and stared.
Being the mistress of ignoring things, Chizu accepted that he apparently wouldn't leave and continued looking at the colors. After a moment of silence he spoke again, this time starting with a small poke to her cheek.
“Pay attention to me!” he said, pouting. Chizu immediately focused on him when he touched her skin, frowning. She asked him what he wanted, and he answered with his first question again.
She took a minute to just stare at the weird boy, before he frowned and tapped her face again. “Stop ignoring me!” he repeated, and again her vision of him became clearer. She looked at him in confusion, wondering who he was and why he seemed so...dominant in her field of view.
Before this, the only person who touched her was her mother, who is also the only other person she knew really existed. But now, she was starting to register that this boy, whoever he is, is real too. This time she answered him, telling him that she was looking at all the pretty colors of the park.
He asked why, and then they just spent the rest of the evening talking to each other.
They never did exchange names.
But he was the first person besides her mom that she knew was real, he was warm and full of blood like her.
After that, Chizu started to pay more attention to the people around her. It may have been a little awkward at the start, but she slowly started to get better at realizing that all of these people are real too. Though she still struggles with the distinction even now.
A big help with recovery was fighting, once the instructors starting teaching taijutsu and encouraging spars. Chizu got to identify more people and discover how much she enjoyed her fist hitting a real thing and that that thing can fight too. Fighting people in hand to hand helped her focus on her surroundings more. Feeling her weapons clash with another's excited her, and grounded her to reality.
Not so much with ninjutsu or Genjutsu however. She struggled to cast the weakest illusion and couldn’t keep focus on targets she was supposed to use ninjutsu on. Eventually she decided that she should just focus on Taijutsu, it was the only one that kept her grounded.
As she learned in the academy and started to become more whole mentally. She still found that her favorite thing to do was to watch her Mother make clothing and making clothing herself. She enjoyed the delicate process sewing, and started spending more and more of her off time in her mother’s shop learning from her.
Her mother taught her how to find the best fabrics and how to make those big sells. While this was Nagaki’s specialty, Hinata tried her best to teach Chizu the right way to make a living.
Besides Taijutsu, Chizu found very little motivation for the shinobi arts, she didn't find the thought of serving the village and fighting things to the death appealing. However it was little to late for her to drop out know, even if she has mostly recovered from her head trauma.
While she still forgot things time to time, she’s has been able to recall information from months back and even has gotten some of her lost memories back. She’s not healed, but she’s getting there steadily.
When Chizu finally graduated from the Academy, she felt a vague sense of pride in herself. She didn’t really expect to make it all the way through, but she did and now she was free to spend the rest of her time learning her mother's craft and bettering her Taijutsu.
And occasionally meet up with her first friend whose name she still doesn’t remember.
9 year old Update:
Chizu’s first year as a shinobi wasn’t too eventful. She spent most of her time training or making clothes, until she decided to go and do some actually missions for some good ryo. After one if these missions, she meet a Weird Red eyes guy who seems pretty strong, he was willing to help her train if she needed it, so why not take him up on his offer? After that, things seemed to pick up more for her, she started to learn actual useful skills and combat techniques that she can use against actual enemies! Red eyes guy, Zeriq she had remembered once, was pretty helpful to her getting stronger, so he was worth getting to know a little more.
Currently, she decided to go on her second C rank mission with Red eyes and Bug guy, who she bumped into once while she was training, cool dude. It was a mission that would put her out if the safety of Kusa for the first time, one where she could actually get hurt! It was a little exciting to be honest, but so far, it is a little boring....
Bloodlimit: None
Height:
Weight:
Age:
Gender: Female
Alignment: True Neutral
Birth Country: Kusa no Kuni
Village: Kusagakure
Language: Common, Sign Language
Rank: C-Rank
Overall Tp: 960/1500
Taijutsu: 180
Ninjutsu: 0
Genjutsu: 0
Skills: 375
Universal Tai: 205
Universal Nin: 10
Universal Gen: 0
Universal Misc: 190
Stats:
Movements: 10
Handseals: 20
Anime Defense: 160
Fort: 5
Will: 1
+2 vs Mind effects
+1 vs fear
Initiative: +2
+1 for Movements.
+5 for Skill Category 2.
Special:
Taijutsu Master
-[N] / Art of Throwing
-[N] / Tensora (Future)
-[N] / Capoeria (Future)
-[N] / Reserved
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Ninjutsu Non-Specialist
-[N] / Reserved
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Miscellaneous
- Profession / Artisan (Tailor) / Technical Path
- Jack of Trades / Misc / +600 Universal TP
- Jack of Trades / Ninjutsu / +400 Universal TP
- Jack of Trades / Taijutsu / + 800 Universal TP
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Character Depth
Chizu is a rather simple girl, easy to please but hard to anger. Going through life without a goal, and living as if everything was a dream.
Simple- Chizu was always a simple person, she never wanted anything extravagant or flashy. She wasn't interested in seeing people go out of there way for her, however flattered she may be. She liked her colors easy on the eyes, the scents potent, but not enough to make her gag and sneeze. She likes glimmer, in any form, be it a shiny coin or even a reflective rock. She enjoys her clothes to be simple, loose and comfortable. Not tight for silly fashion or overly cutesy like some other little girls do.
She likes food, any food no matter the type. As long as it doesn’t make her sick it should work out nicely. Sweets are okay too, but she doesn’t enjoy strong sugary foods. Even if it isn’t something she likes, she’d take it anyways because she still likes gifts.
Blunt- Chizu isn’t the most tactical person around when it comes to other and their feelings. She rather say what she believes about a subject as straight as she could, because trying to put more thought just to make someone else feel better seems like a was. She also just doesn’t want to lie to people, she appreciates being told the truth, so other people should like hearing the truth too right?
Even if the truth hurts, its better than being lied too. At least you know the other person respects you enough to not try to sugarcoat things for “your own good”.
Anti-social- Chizu isn’t a very conversational girl, other than the fact that she just sucks at talking to people, she doesn’t really have a reason to want to talk to people. People go through life doing their own things, she goes through life at her own pace. She doesn’t see why she should bother people on their paths when she has nothing to do with them, and if they bother her, then why should she care about what they have to say if it doesn’t really concern her?
Chizu only talks to people she likes or the authority she has to follow in order to not deal with being punished for not listening/caring. If she doesn’t find enjoyment talking to you, she will just up and leave altogether. Despite her anti-social behavior, she does listen to what people say when they are talking to her, whether she remembers or not is up to chance.
Great Listener- When she does find people she doesn’t mind talking too, she prefers to let them do most of the talking. She’s happy with just listening, and may make a few comments herself if she has a strong feeling about the subject. Often during those time, she doesn’t mind physical contact.
Actually, she is perfectly fine with cuddling with other people even if she isn’t particularly close to them. This is because she enjoys the warm from other people's bodies, and being embraced is usually associated with calming, happy feelings for her.
Detached- Chizu finds it hard to form really close bonds with people, she struggles to show emotion to people she cares about, because for her, her feelings always seemed like they appeared behind a glass wall.
Visible, present, yet untouchable all the same.
When she sees things, she doesn’t really process them as real, they walk along living their lives. Yet she can never seem to make the distinction between them just being figments of her imagination or real, living, breathing beings like her. It is only when she physically touches something that the connection is made, where they become a clear image in her eyes.
It's usually then that she puts a little more effort into knowing someone, because she doesn’t want to lose that realness. This is also why touch is so important to her and why she enjoys it so much.
It is also through touch that Chizu realizes any dangers that may be around in clarity. Her other senses work, but she still has trouble making that distinction between reality and imagination without touch. This caused her to work harder on realizing danger from a distance, because she knew that she was stuck under a huge disadvantage otherwise.
This is also why she prefers to fight using hand to hand or close combat weapons. She is able to focus much better when she is physically clashing with another. She also finds enjoyment in pushing her body, because pain or not, the reactions of her body helps her stay grounded to reality.
Non-judgmental- Chizu doesn’t care about a person's past, what they have done to other people or to themselves. She only judges a person based on how they treat her and the people she cares about. If she does like you, you. can you tell her about something horrendous, she will probably still like you. As long as you aren’t trying to hurt or kill her. After all, what does all of those other people got to do with her?
Appearance:
Chizu is a young girl, 8 years of age and weighs a little over 64 lbs. She is obviously undeveloped, small yet certainly not frail. She isn’t the most girly looking child, easily passable as a little boy until she speaks.
First off, her hair is a bright cyan, with two spiky side bangs framing either side of her face. The back of her hair is feathery and a mess of feathery spikes, getting shorter as it comes to the base of her neck. Her skin is a light tan, from absorbing the rays of the sun for years of outside work.
Her jawline is soft with a small point, her face still full of baby fat and smooth to the touch. Her eyes a sharp with a small arc, usually locked in a half-lidded apathetic gaze. Her eyes are a stunning cyan much like her hair, and the colors she decided to wear daily always makes them stand out even more. Her eyebrows are thick tear drops, fading away at the halfway point of her eyelid. Usually slightly furrowed, her eyebrows greatly empathises her expressions where her other facial feature does not.
She has a distinctive star shaped darker spot of skin under her eye.
Her build is small, with her thin limbs, small torso, and stick like legs, she hardly makes for an intimidating figure. But behind that deception is a body that has be physically conditioned for most of her short life. The clothes she wears are specially made for her, handcrafted by her mother as a gift to her young protégée.
Chizu wears a sleeveless turtle shirt of dark cyan, and baggy pants that close at the calves, a grayer cyan than her shirt. Her shirt also has a singular streak of cyan down each side of the neck to the shoulders.
On her arms are over the elbow fingerless cyan gloves, that possess one silver ring on each middle finger. Also cyan, her cloth belt that is tied and clamped with a dark grey metal clasp. That belt also hold multiple dark cyan gray pouches, each pouch holding a multitude of different shinobi supplies.
Her legs are covered with multicolored shin guards of her color scheme, which also connected to the dark sandals she wears. Two multi colored leg guards was locked on her left leg, not serving as much protection, yet also a completing part of her outfit.
At times where she isn’t wearing her favorite clothes, she might be found wearing a simple dark blue kimono with a cyan obi. This is also the clothes she tends to wear when she is helping her mother do business at her Shop.
9 year old Update:
Chizu has grown fast since she graduated from the academy, in body more than mind. Where she once stood at a normal height of 4’11, Chizu has quickly gained a few inches and now stands at 5’01, weighing 128 lbs. Her body has filled out, but not in feminine way, her arms have grown longer, and have gained defined bulk compared to her previous stick arms. Her chest is broad and much more muscled, as is the rest of her body. Her legs are longer and also gained a definite bulk up like her arms.
Overall, Chizu has the appearance of a fit young boy, and no longer looks more girly than boyish. Her hair is also styled in a mess of slightly curled spikes, parted to the right and covering her right eye. Her front bangs are long and fall to her shoulders, while the back is still short. Even more so since all of her long strands are brushed over her face, instead of some being back like before. Her face is also less childish than before, with her cheeks becoming less round and more angled, and her eyes sharper, even if slightly.
Chizu also had a wardrobe change to match her new year. She now wears a sleeveless dark blue turtleneck muscle shirt, with a sing cyan streak down the sides. A cloth bracer that's held together by a cyan cloth belt, dark blue baggy pants that close at her calves, also with a cyan streak. She wears simple calf high sandals, also dark blue and now wears her Kusa headband on her forehead.
She has a pouch strapped to each of her biceps, a pack and another pouch to the back of her belt, and a hanging side pouch hooked to her belt. She had her Club strapped to her hip, and her Naginata strapped to her back. Also shoulder high gloves that matches her color scheme, that have metal plates on her hands as guards. The gloved have no fingers and instead ends on her ring finger as a silver ring. Lastly, she now constantly wears silver upside down pyramid earrings.
Background:
Chizu was born in the Land of Grass to two young merchants. A Stoic man called Nagaki Moemasu and his Wife, Hinata. Chizu was born in the family's small house, situated away from most of the hustle and bustle of the Village. Where she grew up, she was surrounded by lush greenery and a large pond of Koi. It was a beautiful area that brought many inspirations to the Artisan couple, and would bring Chizu her own peace and mind as she grew up.
Her earliest memories before the fall was of sitting on her father's lap, listening to him halfheartedly explain the finer points of haggling and buy good materials. He knew well that she didn’t fully understand what he was saying, but he also knew how much his daughter loved the sound of his voice. So he’d just talk away about thing she wouldn’t understand, knowing that the little girl will always stay calm and happy when she listened to his deep voice.
Often during this point of time, Chizu would watch her parent’s work endlessly. She never showed much activity, not rolling around and making noise at every moment, instead she was a quiet baby. Sitting politely in one spot and finding entertainment in the daily motions of her parents. Her parent’s were eternally grateful to have had such an easy child to care for, having been very reluctant to have a child at any point of their lives.
But Chizu was the opposite of what they had been dreading. She was attentive, always watching, yet never speaking unless she needed a change or food. Even then it was never screaming or crying, just little discomforted noises that was always just enough to get their attentions.
As she grew older and her mind developed more, Chizu took a liking to sitting out in their backyard, just taking in the colors, sights, and sounds with all of her senses. She’d rest in her mother's arms as she painted, or watch her as she turned pieces of fabric into elegant dresses. Chizu was always interested in her mother's work, what she was doing and how she did it. She also enjoyed when her father took her on walks, or let her see new faces outside of her mostly isolated life.
Chizu was looking to grow up into a fine young woman who’d take her mother's job one day. A woman who always laughed at jokes and loved to talking to new things. But the best plans laid never work out in the end.
When Chizu was only 4, she realized that something was off about her father lately. While the man was never expressive as others, he had begun to claim up even more than usual. More than Hinata could take, Chizu would notice how her parents seem to argue a little more over the weeks. That her parents weren't together as much as they used to be. She’d have to sit and listen to her mother rant about her father, and watch her father seem to get sadder as the days pass.
She noticed that at times he’d have trouble walk, or even just standing. He stumbled over his words when he was formerly so articulate. Because of this, Chizu started spending more and more of her time by her father's side than her mother's. Even if he didn’t want her to see him as he was, he never had the heart to force her away.
She knew something was wrong, and she didn’t understand why. But even if she didn’t understand why, she still gave him more hugs, more kisses, and tried to bring him pretty things the knew he enjoyed. Her mother was still upset with him, but even though she was more cold to the man, she still tried her best to take care of Chizu and Him.
Because of the two lovers being more separated in the coming year. Hinata didn’t catch on to what Nagaki was going through, whenever she was around, he’d tried to pass off as healthy. The man was a skilled liar in life, but even he couldn’t keep up the act when he had a sudden stroke.
In the day before Nagaki passed, he had pulled Chizu up to him while her mother was out at her shop. He told her that he was going to die, without any sugarcoating either. Even if she was 4, Chizu knew full well about Death, having seen it in animals, the trees, and the plants of their land. She was given a talk months beforehand about death, about how all people die and that they just do so at different times.
So when he told her he was going to die, she was distraught, she loved him after all. But she was also understanding it was better for him if that happens, she knew that he has been suffering more and more from some mysterious illness. And she knew that in death, all of his pain and suffering would be gone. So she hardly shed any tears on the day that he passed, though Hinata was a different story altogether.
The woman was so broken after her love’s death, that she became to depressed to properly take care of Chizu. For the next few months, Chizu had to deal with her depressed mother. Though dealing with the sadden woman was much harder than when her father. She was more willing to lock herself away and push Chizu from her. The little girl found it difficult to quell her mother’s tears, and had to struggle to get the woman to do anything, including making food for her.
While Chizu did manage to convince the woman to at least feed them both, she didn’t have much head way helping her mom. So she tried to divert the woman's attention to something else, her craft and the one things she always excelled at. On days when she was reasonable, Chizu tried to get her mother to teach her about sewing. It took a while to convince her, but soon the woman started to teach Chizu her craft.
The shift in priorities to her craft helped the woman recover, it also forced her to go back out and sell her clothings to get money for better fabrics. It also made her start interacting with others again, which made her road to getting over Nagaki’s death a much easier, but still slow climb.
During the times where Chizu couldn’t see her mother, the girl had to find a different way to pass time. So she started with just running, running around the house, the backyard, even doing laps of their land. Eventually she got used to running, so she started climbing trees, jumping around, doing anything to distract her and pass the time.
It became a habit, and she enjoyed doing all of this physical activity. At least until the next big moment of her life.
At 5 ¾ years old, Chizu was running around her home like a headless chicken, bored out her mind and clueless as to what to do with herself. Her mother was out at her shop, newly reopened and again bringing income to the remaining family. While Chizu was running around, she rammed hard into the side of one of the walls, knocking a very heavy filled clay vase off a top shelf and sending it directly onto her head. It's safe to say that Chizu was left in critical need of medical attention. Luckily Hinata decided to end shop early, if not, Chizu probably would bled out and she'd have another dead loved one on her hands.
Chizu was rushed to the nearest hospital, and by the time she had woken up, most of the lasting damage was done. When she woke, she was almost entirely unresponsive, staring blankly at the wall and not paying anyone attention. When her mother had come to get her, Chizu’s first words since she woke up was, “Who are you?”.
The heavy hit to her head had left her with a case of amnesia, and to add to that, Chizu wasn’t responding to anything like she used to. She didn’t giggle or smile anymore, as a matter of fact, she hardly changes expression for the rest of her life! The amnesia she had wasn’t the worst it could be, after a few hours she was able to remember that Hinata was her mother. She also knew who she was, but any actual memories she had was completely gone. She couldn’t recall her parent’s names, she doesn’t remember sitting on her father’s lap, or her mother’s depression. She didn’t even recall her father’s voice.
But with time, she seemed to get bits of memories back for moments at a time. The biggest set back for her was that she couldn't keep any new memories in her head. She instantly forgot things that happened to her minutes before, has forgotten her mother and herself at times, and constantly had to relearn about things that happened.
Eventually, she stopped caring about relearning anything. What does it matter to meet this old family member if she’d just forget their existence moments after they leave? She just stopped trying to remember anything.
This caused her to grow more and more detached from the world, her fascinations with color and life becoming simple “It's pretty.” The one thing that seemed to always stick with her was the skills she learned, she never forgot how to sew, she never forgot how to dance or do cartwheels. Her learned skills always stuck with her, whether from muscle memory or not.
It's also that reason why Hinata was sure that Chizu can heal from her head trauma, if those things stayed, surely everything else can too, right? So Hinata started putting Chizu in more positions that induced learning, she even sent her to the academy in hopes that shinobi training can sharpen her memory and body in ways that just letting her sit around can’t.
When Chizu was first introduced to the academy, she didn’t care one lick about it. She didn’t care about their customs, the kusakage, or any of the shinobi principles. She used to not listen to her instructors and do nothing, but she eventually learned that ignoring them will bring nothing but unwanted trouble and headaches.
Which she got a lot of by the way.
So she started trying to remember things they tell her so they wouldn’t bother her. That was a hard task, and she failed at it more often than not. But she wanted her peace, so she worked hard so that they couldn’t bug her anymore. This was what Hinata was hoping for, because of the girls attempts to keep information in her head to avoid lots of yelling, she started to get better at retaining memories she makes.
Throughout Academy, Chizu never cared about any of the students. Whether they made fun of her or not, she never felt interested enough care about their words and lives. Truthfully, she sometimes thought that everyone in the academy what's just some weird part of her imagination. Even though she knew that wasn’t true, she still struggled with the part of her mind that thinks that's true.
Though a small development, Chizu eventual started to have a little voice in her head. When she held her tongue at those damn instructors that insulted or annoyed her, that little voice in her head would always bark some scathing remark. It was nothing big, and she easily just accepted it as her consciousness that people say they hear and moved on. Besides, everything it said was true after all.
The next big step in her recovery was when she was sitting alone in a park near the academy. Just sitting down and observing the colors of the environment, when the voice of another child rang out beside her.
A young white haired boy stood before her, dressed in oversized hoodie and black shorts. He peered down at her with curious blue eyes, asking her what she was doing. Chizu didn’t answer, she didn’t see why she should, so she ignored him. Instead of leaving like the other kids after they get the silent treatment, he just sat down in front of her and stared.
Being the mistress of ignoring things, Chizu accepted that he apparently wouldn't leave and continued looking at the colors. After a moment of silence he spoke again, this time starting with a small poke to her cheek.
“Pay attention to me!” he said, pouting. Chizu immediately focused on him when he touched her skin, frowning. She asked him what he wanted, and he answered with his first question again.
She took a minute to just stare at the weird boy, before he frowned and tapped her face again. “Stop ignoring me!” he repeated, and again her vision of him became clearer. She looked at him in confusion, wondering who he was and why he seemed so...dominant in her field of view.
Before this, the only person who touched her was her mother, who is also the only other person she knew really existed. But now, she was starting to register that this boy, whoever he is, is real too. This time she answered him, telling him that she was looking at all the pretty colors of the park.
He asked why, and then they just spent the rest of the evening talking to each other.
They never did exchange names.
But he was the first person besides her mom that she knew was real, he was warm and full of blood like her.
After that, Chizu started to pay more attention to the people around her. It may have been a little awkward at the start, but she slowly started to get better at realizing that all of these people are real too. Though she still struggles with the distinction even now.
A big help with recovery was fighting, once the instructors starting teaching taijutsu and encouraging spars. Chizu got to identify more people and discover how much she enjoyed her fist hitting a real thing and that that thing can fight too. Fighting people in hand to hand helped her focus on her surroundings more. Feeling her weapons clash with another's excited her, and grounded her to reality.
Not so much with ninjutsu or Genjutsu however. She struggled to cast the weakest illusion and couldn’t keep focus on targets she was supposed to use ninjutsu on. Eventually she decided that she should just focus on Taijutsu, it was the only one that kept her grounded.
As she learned in the academy and started to become more whole mentally. She still found that her favorite thing to do was to watch her Mother make clothing and making clothing herself. She enjoyed the delicate process sewing, and started spending more and more of her off time in her mother’s shop learning from her.
Her mother taught her how to find the best fabrics and how to make those big sells. While this was Nagaki’s specialty, Hinata tried her best to teach Chizu the right way to make a living.
Besides Taijutsu, Chizu found very little motivation for the shinobi arts, she didn't find the thought of serving the village and fighting things to the death appealing. However it was little to late for her to drop out know, even if she has mostly recovered from her head trauma.
While she still forgot things time to time, she’s has been able to recall information from months back and even has gotten some of her lost memories back. She’s not healed, but she’s getting there steadily.
When Chizu finally graduated from the Academy, she felt a vague sense of pride in herself. She didn’t really expect to make it all the way through, but she did and now she was free to spend the rest of her time learning her mother's craft and bettering her Taijutsu.
And occasionally meet up with her first friend whose name she still doesn’t remember.
9 year old Update:
Chizu’s first year as a shinobi wasn’t too eventful. She spent most of her time training or making clothes, until she decided to go and do some actually missions for some good ryo. After one if these missions, she meet a Weird Red eyes guy who seems pretty strong, he was willing to help her train if she needed it, so why not take him up on his offer? After that, things seemed to pick up more for her, she started to learn actual useful skills and combat techniques that she can use against actual enemies! Red eyes guy, Zeriq she had remembered once, was pretty helpful to her getting stronger, so he was worth getting to know a little more.
Currently, she decided to go on her second C rank mission with Red eyes and Bug guy, who she bumped into once while she was training, cool dude. It was a mission that would put her out if the safety of Kusa for the first time, one where she could actually get hurt! It was a little exciting to be honest, but so far, it is a little boring....