全能 Allseer | Harue Niyjua of Kusa no Kuni
Aug 26, 2019 18:30:41 GMT -7
Post by neko bo beko on Aug 26, 2019 18:30:41 GMT -7
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Harue Niyjua
春恵 に佑name pronunciation: har - oo | n'ie - yü ya
heritage: the onigami family kekkei genkai, passed down to her by her father
age and astrology: born on the 22nd of june twenty-four years ago, cancer/ox
sex and pronouns: designated female at birth, referred to as she/her
dimensions: category "small," 5'5" (164cm), 110lbs (49kg)
alignment: chaotic good, celestial soul, previously neutral
nationality: herbian; grassland native
evaluation: "S" Class Witch, 21 Class Points
affiliations: Kusagakure Genin, Kusakage's AssistantPersonality
likes: animals (especially cats), plants & flowers, food, pink things, strong women
dislikes: wimps, picky eaters, scorpions, parties without drinks, unnecessary violence, men
Placing herself on a pedestal, Harue radiates a callous and tired aura. Her stoicism runs deep and often projects the persona of an aloof witch, though that might not be an entirely untrue illustration. Because of the higher state of being she has appointed herself, she claims an omnipotent sense of understanding, a tune between her and balance derived from the nature of the world weighted beneath her feet and behind her third eye. Incredulously this is not too far from the truth either; she is tormented by the nightmares of pasts and presents and futures of planes which overlap our own. In the front rows of transcendental placement, Harue is burdened with some truths of the universe that have left her bitterly enlightened. Or perhaps her allseeing is a façade for her moral ambiguity.
While Harue is not a particularly bad person, she isn't shy to playing devil's advocate or taking some otherwise underhanded approaches. As long as her sense of right is realized, she may sink to certain possible lows to progress the peace of the world. Initially, she may even strike someone as friendly or cooperative, but in reality she is manipulative and critically observant, forever subconsciously judging people by how she can play them or how they might benefit her. So long as evil is on her side, she will not object to its existence. This is only the very extreme of her darker side, a shadow self lurking deep within whose chaos she cannot control or properly posses; Harue is not inherently a wrongdoer or intentional bitch. Some tendencies just simply do not cease, no matter how 'toxic' those traits might prove to be.
Generally and ideally, Harue does little more than offering casual chastise to the stupidity she encounters, but it takes a lot out of her to keep it so light. It isn't often that she lets her emotions dictate her external portrayal, choosing instead to reflect inwardly and greet situations with a level head, keenly proficient in separating herself from embellished reactions. Forever attempting to remain one step ahead of everyone else, suffocating her emotions for later analysis. Yet all too well she is aware of emotions and their vibrant place in the souls of the universe, a respective backbone to very humanity, inhumane to forgo. Harue may seem apathetic, but this is the opposite of the truth.
Regardless, Harue cannot always tolerate humans, and even less so can she endure men. Unfortunately this precedes her sexism, leaving a stereotype of men in her mind she cannot see past, despite few exceptions. People whom she has grown attached to, however, hold a special place in Harue's heart and regards. Once opened up, a second side to Harue's coin is revealed; nurturing, caring, loving and affectionate. Even further so, Harue is not incapable of unabashed sweetness and ridiculously good moods. Sometimes hints of the woman from her youth shines through the thin cracks of her professionally crafted new self - bits of bubbly enthusiasm, excited babbling, childlike wonder, starstruck forever by the right foods. Underneath it all, Harue is surprisingly spontaneous and funloving, surprisingly casual and adorable and funny.
Strangely, Harue feels more kin with beasts than she does her own species and finds comfort in the very presence of them. In fact, Harue holds all other earthly things near and dear to her heart, from the critters to the flourish they devour, from the natural medicines to the purity of raw planet. Mother nature is important to her, perhaps even her faith. Mystical, intimate; Harue finds the simple beauty in these things quickly as opposed to the loss upon her when it comes to cities and bustling. Some of her mannerisms derive from these partials, some of them are created, some of them are long since worn out. She carries herself confidently but curls in on herself when she is anxious, she bites her lips when she is antsy and she sticks to the walls of crowded areas out of habit. She hums and grunts according to her mood, and has a few verbal and physical ticks that may be offputting. If you look deeply enough, Harue is somewhat quirky and awkward, but years of growth have clouded these traits.
While Harue may be very physically capable, she would however prefer to avoid violence and attempt a solution from all initial possibilities. Delegation and negotiation are Harue's stronger points, based in her desire for a peaceful world. Still, she is a means may justify the end type of woman, thus she is no pushover. Violence seems pointless where intelligent beings should reasonably be able to come upon a mutually beneficial understanding, but materialistic and egotistical lustings seem to muddy the collective mind. It is a disgusting blemish on society and Harue would rather balance the world properly and sanely, but she is not blind to the lingering fact that violence is sometimes a necessary answer.
Impressively vibrant, Harue is the epitome of a colorful and beautifully fair woman. Even though she prefers a darker wardrobe her natural palette consists of warm brights, the peachiness of her skin accentuated by the petal pinks of her hair and the velvet reds of her three eyes. Radiating an obvious beauty, she brandishes herself confidently and does not mind being admired or hated based on her appearance; she knows it only reflects the beholder.
As she has grown, so too has her sense of style and calculated persona. For an Onigami, she is in the above average structural percentile standing at only five'foot'four'' inches and weighing in at a stunning one hundred and twenty something pounds, yet barely average compared to those not of her heritage. Of an almost inverted triangular hourglass figure, Harue presents herself with shoulders and hips straight and aligned, supple chest highlighted with this corrected posture. Simultaneously slender and compact, Harue's majority body fat navigates favorable places such as her thighs, her posterior and her bosom. With considerably longer legs which condense her torso, her thick top makes her full middle seem thinner. She has shapely legs and arms, long fingers and a short, thin neck. Coupled with her smooth and porcelain skin, Harue is an admittedly attractive young woman.
When her eyes do not smolder scarlet, they are of a crimson ruby color. These deepset, often hooded upturned eyes sit beyond thick lashes upon her heart-shaped face above gentle cheekbones and under a narrow forehead. A third, vertical slit of an eye sits a few inches above her birthgiven pair, between her darker thin eyebrows. Her face tapers gracefully into a perky noise and pointed chin, a naturally symmetrical visage. Atop her perfectly unblemished complexion, Harue sometimes will add touches of makeup. Her lips, already a heart-shaped pout, might have an even gloss coat or a painted darkness - whether she paints her lips or not means nothing to the application of mascara or a smokey winged eyeliner. Of course this is not mandatory to her beauty and she does not always rightfully apply it to her routine.
Blooms of flowing pink locks fall all around her shoulders in voluptuous volumes. Brushed out and untouched, the thick curls and waves would fall well past her hips. Usually she will pull up a healthy portion to set two catearlike space buns which sit symmetrical to each other atop her cranium, often to keep a majority of her hair out of her face and separated from the short sparse fringe framing her minimal expressions. When otherwise necessary, Harue tucks all of her hair away into the constricting triangular buns to avoid easy access or snagging. Working hard to keep her hair soft and fluffy, the pinklet takes considerable pride in the condition of her silky mop.
Harue has a distinct sense of style that transcends any one type or 'genre,' and she changes her outfits quite a bit. She prefers things that both flow and cling, both flowery and colorful to monochromatic and humble, presentable to trashy and cute to dark. Silks, robes and dresses are a particularly comfortable favorite, but the life of a ninja sometimes calls for stealthier and more form fitting attire. On her most notably casual occasions, specifically lounging around her house, she favors too big t-shirts that hang to her knees, sometimes tied at her hip, layered over leisure shorts. Of course she forgoes shoes, even in public, even sometimes when formality calls. Always on her person though would be the gems she has in her Witch Watch; someday she hopes to have them planted beneath skin and flesh, to perhaps replace certain bones to better blend, noticeable only to the trace of a finger.
As a respectable kunoichi representing her village, Harue does prefer to look presentable and sophisticated. Somehow, she still always manages to maintain some kind of casual comfort. Her hitai-ate is usually tied around her neck, the red which matches her eyes of the cloth presenting the Kusagakure face notably upon her collarbones. Aside from a nondescript black sleeveless turtleneck, she wears the high-wasited formfitting black pants made of a mithral material she received in the Lying Roots. Additionally she'll wear the boots she'd received there as well, clunky and gothic but also adorned with extra pouches on the inside of the ankles. Crafted from the same mithral material from the same City, Harue has a large winterized parkacoat, looking particularly not at all like the armor it can act as. The hood is trimmed with soft, white faux rabbit fur. It has impossibly deep pockets and makes Harue look about twice her size. If this is not her go to, then folds of white silks which hang from her in elegant sway sit comfortably under black robes with a hood big enough to hide her face.
When regal formality calls, Harue dons an attire fitted for a dark princess much to the help of Yuri's own wardrobe and adopted style. First and foremost she brandishes a pair of dangling ruby earrings and a collar fixed with the same, pretty gems in place of her headband. A silky, mesh shirt sits under the solid black trumpet dress, sometimes black and sometimes red to act as a perspective shine to the void of color. This flowing shirt is clasped at her wrists with cuffs that match the collar. The black, noodlestrap dress laces at the lowcut trim of her bosom, allowing her to spill out in all the right places but remain contained by featherlight mesh. Upon her left hip is a high slit, the bottom of the dress draping into asymmetrical folds around her willow legs and black heels. The inside of the dress often matches both her eyes and the ruby accents of her fancy wear. The whole attire is finished with a lightweight shawl similar to the mesh shirt, her hair collected and put up in varying fashions. The aforementioned outfits are interchangeable, and beyond these examples she harbors many, many looks.
Even though they are never immediately or even ever visible to some others, Harue always wears cute undergarments. Her favorite and most worn piece is a pentagram harness cage bra, fitted to her dimensions to better hold her breasts in place. Laces and pretties are indeed her guilty pleasure, a juxtaposition to her less than provocative idealizations.History
age ups due every 4/2/x & 10/2/x-Prologue-A man of the Onigami name was devastated by the sad truth of his culture. It was diminished, pathetic, forgotten; the people of his heritage of scare importance, the ancestors of his family shamed by its fruitless offspring. Some were no-goods, some where commoners, some were using their Godgiven gift incorrectly. All were weak, all had lost their way. Had they even had it in the first place? Sickening. So he set out on a mission. He would replenish the good name, popularize it, monopolize it, militarize it and return it to its rightful place in this world. A worthy place. But first, he'd need his army. First... He'd have to fuck a lot of bitches. He started on the east coast of Fire, making his way through the great nations and leaving pregnancies in his wake, consensual or not. It was all in the name of a greater good, his greater good - he was not a bad man, but he was of great sin. He was not shy to it. He embraced it. One after another, he planted the seed of life within a woman's womb and left, only to return once 9 months later in hopes of reaping his harvest. Pulling back the eyelids of all his newborn children, he stole away only the ones with red eyes and a promising aura. The other were worthless duds to him, but he was no murderer. He would leave the useless children to their rightful mothers to bare the weight of parenthood alone. In hiding then, he would slowly begin building his empire from the ground up.
Unfortunately, a young woman of no renown name was among the countless women who were not relieved of a perhaps unwanted baby. After all, this pink-eyed child was nothing like her father, and he had assumed she never would be. She was worthless, a burden, a painful reminder of the come and go of that man in Soen Niyjua's life. She was not ignorant to his plan - she'd been one of the few who he'd allowed to get close. Foolish of her to assume he might change his ways based on the romance of one woman. She was a victim to the tear of some 'family' she had created in her young and hopeful imagination. Soen grew unfathomably resentful towards young Harue, fell into a spiraling drunken depression, leaving her infant daughter with lipstick stains on top of bruises. She was a capricious and violent woman, gentle in the same moment she turned harsh, endlessly confusing to a child who only wants the love and affection only a mother could provide. Fortunately for Harue, she doesn't remember a time of hatred - only love and support. Her earliest memories are only of her grandparents. Only the repulsive glimpses of a violent childhood, the occasional residual nervous energy, the faint memories remain.
Did she black it out? How old was she when her mother left? Did the intense trauma strip her of those memories, or was she simply too young to remember? Which possibility is worse? What happened to her mother? They were all questions that gnawed and nagged at Harue. When she was old enough, she confronted her grandparents, her guardians, and received the answers she had sought, though perhaps not the ones she wanted. It was a hard reality to choke down for Harue, but she only knew the beginning of it.-Chapter 1-Harue had always wanted to be a ninja. She'd shown an incredible aptitude for it at such a young age, enrolling into the academy was no surprise request. It was fulfilled easily by her supportive grandparents, and soon a youthful and naïve Harue was well on her way to being a responsible cog in Kusagakure society. A fresh Genin at fourteen, Harue lived the first half of her shinobi rather dully. As she grew older though, her life became increasingly interesting. She met new people and made new, unexpected relationships, one of which was with a namely pink lion whom she has come to rely on and love immensely, as if he were her own brother. Most exciting for young, innocent Harue was her placement upon an official team under the mentorship of one respectable yet loud Selah Shiloh. Beside Tomomi and Shida, Harue began her life as part of Team Komorebi. And then they all promptly fell apart, leaving Harue the sole survivor of the silly notion of an up and coming team. The disappoint was crushing, leaving Harue to question the reality and value of partnership.
As the years continued, Harue's eyes began to darken. By the time she was in her late teens, they had taken on a fantastically vivid red color. On a simple mission to River, Harue met a strange pair of pink and white haired, red eyed foreigners who took great interest in her own pink hair and these new red eyes of hers. They spoke in bizarre threats and vague promises, the transgression ending with the man leering at Harue's name. Like he recognized it, like something clicked. The younger sister had begun to speak on something that piqued Harue, but was silenced. Harue felt inclined to believe them when the man had promised they'd meet again someday. With Ōmo she returned home, only to meet the very own Kage of her very own Kusa along the way. It was amazing to say the least to actually meet this beautiful woman, let alone fight against her in an impromptu spar. Melting into a bonding experience and concluded with a back massage from Hyuuga Hands that released Harue's chakra points, unknowingly opening up a direct channel to her Tasukeru, the two somehow became inseparable. It was the same day Harue was named the Kusakage Assistant, and truthfully the day she fell in love with her highness.
Harue fell into her role as assistant easily enough, especially if it meant working alongside Yuri She could often be found right at her heels or attached to her hip, and it was said Harue could hear Yuri's call from across the village.-Chapter 2-Wired, taut and sharp around the edges, Harue didn't believe it at first when her sister tried to introduce herself. Once they finally were able to talk, when Harue finally gave her a chance, Matsunaga revealed the status of their father; he was alive and well and, apparently, a monster who has mastered their shared doujutsu. While Harue does not know the nature of his belies or even who he really is, let alone his name, Harue refuses to accept him as family. Matsunaga is thankful, expressing that there are many like them; blessed with his gift but refusing of his ideals and goals. She had come as a messenger, an omen of warning - Harue is in his sights. He knows now, thanks to her encounter in River, that she possesses the red eyes of their heritage. With Matsunaga's help, Harue unlocked her Tasukeru and has progressed well within it. Once she had learned enough to continue by herself, Matsunaga expressed their dilemmas, her true position, and her iniative. "I'll have to act as an informant," she explained. "But I will stall him. We will be in touch... I will act as your man inside. I need you."
Then, expected static. It would stretch indefinitely, for as long as Matsunaga could manage.
Not only had she discovered her kekkei genkai, her heritage, her intended purpose, she had begun to understand her place in the world. For a long time, she was she to herself, to what she wanted and who she wanted to be. After a meeting in Alleve's Hallow with the grand witch thanks to a demon from the sky she'd befriended, Harue had finally grasped her strength and potential, no longer shunning herself. Hopeful to play a part in Loki's coven, Harue took the titled of Witch to heart, finding incredibly comfort in it. She moved through the world with determination, taking what was hers in stride. Because of this she has met notable allies and ugly leeches, seen worlds that parallel her own and unlocked possible answers to countless realities, developed skills like none other.
And yet, quite frankly, she's not impressed yet. She craves a deeper meaning.-Chapter 3, Current-There are many, many things Harue wants to do with her future, and some of it already has laid out brickwork. Closer to Yuri than ever, their relationship silently blossomed into something romantic, something close and trusting. Her friendship with Aechidnach'cararst has shown her great power, and her newfound friendships with beasts and human alike have helped her to see the bigger picture of the world. She strives for peace, though by any means now, and has shed her less than desirable, innocent traits. She has been hardened into a strong woman, soft yet deafening.
Working alongside Yuri to become the next Kusakage, Harue plots her future carefully.