TSUNDERE★ [finished]
Mar 5, 2011 14:08:21 GMT -7
Post by Bollox on Mar 5, 2011 14:08:21 GMT -7
TSUN-DERE★
Name: Fukuzawa, 'Mio' Midori | 福澤 'ミオ' みどり
Bloodlimit: None
Height: 4'11
Weight: 105 lbs
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Birth Country: Ame No Kuni
Village: Otogakure
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Alignment: Neutral Evil
Quiet, Distant: Though not exactly mute, Midori is a person of little words, if not none at all. She only answers when she feels its right and often responds by a simple nod or shake or the head. She is also rarely seen smiling, or showing any other emotion, in fact. She prefers to be and keep to herself and tries not to attract too much attention unless necessary. She has little to no friends at all but would prefer it that way. She is more focused on herself and family to worry about others.
Blunt: On occasions when Midori does happen to speak, she is very blunt and straight to the point. Using short and concise phrases often being very rash and rude. She is very apathetic to what others think of her.
Androphobia: Because of happenings in her past, she is unable to come in physical contact with a male, intimately. This includes simple things such as a simple shake of the hand though there is a slight exception to when its things such as training. She becomes easily agitated and uneasy. Worst cases of her Androphobia was a panic attack which left her unconscious. Though it has gotten better due time, her fear of men still is a major problem to Midori.[/ul]
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Clothing: Midori wears clothes which are different to the usual ninja garb. Her clothing comprises of a white and frilly dress shirt, which depending on the weather is either short or long sleeved. She wears a small dark-green bow around her neck which matches with the bow tied into her hair. She wears a sap-green, double breasted vest with a matching white-frilled, flowing skirt. A pattern of single tomoe symbols are printed around the edge of the skirt. Underneath, again depending on the weather, she often wears bloomers or just simple black plain tights with white black rimmed socks and black, mary-jane shoes.
Her ninja band is tied around her waist, again a dark-green colour. Her Katana tightly hangs from the side of her waist which she is able to draw with ease.[/ul]
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NinJutsu Specialist
Taijutsu Specialist
Equipment[/size][/color]
Primary Weapon:
A simple Katana made by the old folk which had taken her under their wing. Its handle is a green-gold color, whilst the sheath is a smooth, dark wood color. Small golden bands are painted across the top, middle and end of the sheath. Along the very top of the sheath is a small symbol of a Sakura.
Secondary Items:
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Was what her mother always used to tell her. Every night, to get her little girl to sleep easy, she would tell her a story. Of beautiful princesses and evil witches who would lock the princess away. She would bloom and a prince would save her and they would live happily ever after. It’s all a bunch of lies to her now. There is no such things as ‘happily ever afters’, at least not to her. She was born to a prostitute of Ame no Kuni, to be straight to the point. Her mother was an entertainer, worked in a pretty well known brothel. She tried her very best to keep her life at night separate whenever she was with Midori. Being disowned at a young age, she was alone with Midori’s upbringing. Her father was no-where to be seen either.
She saw greatness from her child, and wanted more for her. Despite her income, she made sure Midori was brought up well. She would work during the day, helping out wherever and whenever and return to prostitution at night, leaving Midori at home by herself most of the time. But despite this Midori was a happy child, she always smiled, and it was the only thing that kept her mother going.
She had entered the academy at a young age. She hated it. She was constantly teased for not having a father, calling her mother a whore. She never understood what they meant. But nevertheless she wanted to prove to them she was better. She studied and trained hard, as much as her little body could take everyday. She wanted to prove them all wrong. She return home everyday battered and bruised, only barely able to stay up to eat her mother’s delicious food before falling over on her bed, knocked out.
Eventually, as years passed, she had begun to excel somewhat in her studies. But the constant teasing never quit, but she paid no mind to them. She cared only about herself and her mother.
“Just smile it off, Mio, Just smile it off, and show them it doesn’t hurt”
_
It was on a cold autumn evening when it all changed. Like a story book turned upside down, everything became distorted. Coming home from academy, with the largest smile as a present for her mother’s birthday, Midori had found her mother naked on the floor, bleeding and bruised. Beside her sat a man, laughing. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes was thick in the air. It made her cringe.
“Midori, I’ve been waiting all my life to finally see you”
Never in her life did she feel so much fear. That man was evil. That man was her father. She was touched. Everywhere. It made her sick. She begged for him to stop, she begged for him to let go but he didn’t listen. He only laughed harder.
Then burning, in a flash, that’s all she could remember. Her house was burning. She was lying next to her mother, who’s tear stained face stared blankly into her daughter’s. She was dead. She stared up at the burning roof. This was it; she would rather die beside her mother. She closed her eyes.
_
Waking up days – weeks – later in an unfamiliar room an old lady sat beside her. She was told that she had been saved from the fire by her son. Her mother was unable to be rescued. She went immediate depression at the loss of her mother and fell into a catatonic state. She would not eat, speak or sleep and convinced herself that her mother would return to her. That it was all just a bad dream. During her state of depression she had developed a very serious case of Androphobia. She would often have severe panic attacks at just the sight of men and would lock herself up in the room provided for her. She would sit patiently everyday in front of her window. Day in, day out she sat, waiting.
Fumiko, the old woman who had taken her in worked as an inn keeper in Otogakure. She had witnessed Midori’s home burn down with her eldest child. Only the child was saved but of course, no-one wanted a whore’s daughter. She had stepped forward willingly to look after Midori and had not regretted her decision to do so. Everyday the kind old lady would sit beside Midori for most part of the day. She would try to get Mio to talk to her little by little. Her mother was in a better place now, was what Fumiko constantly told Midori. Somewhere better than the world they lived in now. Due time, she eventually began to break away from her depression. Waiting was pointless now. She slowly began to accept the fact that her mother was gone.
It was a long process of recovery for Midori. Her Androphobia was the hardest to suppress. Instead of being applied for academy once more to finish, she spent most her time in the inn, helping out Fumiko and her husband to keep the inn tidy for guests. It was Fumkio’s three son’s and husband which tried their best to help Midori with her fear of men. They kept their distance from her as best as they could whenever they would speak and keep anything physical to a minimum until she would approach them herself. At the age of 11, she was admitted once more into the academy and graduated at a year or so later. She spent the remainder of her life up till now training to become stronger, determined. In hopes to become the person her mother had wanted her to be and one day that she will be able to find her father for a rightly revenge over her mother’s death. [/ul][/font]
Name: Fukuzawa, 'Mio' Midori | 福澤 'ミオ' みどり
Bloodlimit: None
Height: 4'11
Weight: 105 lbs
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Birth Country: Ame No Kuni
Village: Otogakure
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Alignment: Neutral Evil
Personality:
Quiet, Distant: Though not exactly mute, Midori is a person of little words, if not none at all. She only answers when she feels its right and often responds by a simple nod or shake or the head. She is also rarely seen smiling, or showing any other emotion, in fact. She prefers to be and keep to herself and tries not to attract too much attention unless necessary. She has little to no friends at all but would prefer it that way. She is more focused on herself and family to worry about others.
Blunt: On occasions when Midori does happen to speak, she is very blunt and straight to the point. Using short and concise phrases often being very rash and rude. She is very apathetic to what others think of her.
Androphobia: Because of happenings in her past, she is unable to come in physical contact with a male, intimately. This includes simple things such as a simple shake of the hand though there is a slight exception to when its things such as training. She becomes easily agitated and uneasy. Worst cases of her Androphobia was a panic attack which left her unconscious. Though it has gotten better due time, her fear of men still is a major problem to Midori.[/ul]
Appearance:
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Clothing: Midori wears clothes which are different to the usual ninja garb. Her clothing comprises of a white and frilly dress shirt, which depending on the weather is either short or long sleeved. She wears a small dark-green bow around her neck which matches with the bow tied into her hair. She wears a sap-green, double breasted vest with a matching white-frilled, flowing skirt. A pattern of single tomoe symbols are printed around the edge of the skirt. Underneath, again depending on the weather, she often wears bloomers or just simple black plain tights with white black rimmed socks and black, mary-jane shoes.
Her ninja band is tied around her waist, again a dark-green colour. Her Katana tightly hangs from the side of her waist which she is able to draw with ease.[/ul]
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Special
NinJutsu Specialist
- ||Suiton
||Futon
Taijutsu Specialist
- ||Battojutsu
Equipment
Primary Weapon:
A simple Katana made by the old folk which had taken her under their wing. Its handle is a green-gold color, whilst the sheath is a smooth, dark wood color. Small golden bands are painted across the top, middle and end of the sheath. Along the very top of the sheath is a small symbol of a Sakura.
Sword, Longsword (Overview)
Rank: "C"
Type: Main, Piercing/Slashing, Sword
Effect: Swords that slash hack, dice and anything else within this genre that reaches a certain length.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A Sword with a blade between 3 feet to 4. These weapons range from any types of blades such as the long Sword, the Falchion, Katana, Tachi, Jian, Rapier, the Scimitr, the Shinai, and Waster. Any of these weapons or any weapon that fits within the length is considered as a long sword.
Limit: These types of weapons may be capable of being bought inside any Weapon Shop
Cost: 4,000 Ryo
Rank: "C"
Type: Main, Piercing/Slashing, Sword
Effect: Swords that slash hack, dice and anything else within this genre that reaches a certain length.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A Sword with a blade between 3 feet to 4. These weapons range from any types of blades such as the long Sword, the Falchion, Katana, Tachi, Jian, Rapier, the Scimitr, the Shinai, and Waster. Any of these weapons or any weapon that fits within the length is considered as a long sword.
Limit: These types of weapons may be capable of being bought inside any Weapon Shop
Cost: 4,000 Ryo
Secondary Items:
- Butt Bag [Type 1, 15/15]
||x14 Kunai [7]
||x75 Hira-Shuriken [12]
||x48 Makibishi [15]
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History:
Was what her mother always used to tell her. Every night, to get her little girl to sleep easy, she would tell her a story. Of beautiful princesses and evil witches who would lock the princess away. She would bloom and a prince would save her and they would live happily ever after. It’s all a bunch of lies to her now. There is no such things as ‘happily ever afters’, at least not to her. She was born to a prostitute of Ame no Kuni, to be straight to the point. Her mother was an entertainer, worked in a pretty well known brothel. She tried her very best to keep her life at night separate whenever she was with Midori. Being disowned at a young age, she was alone with Midori’s upbringing. Her father was no-where to be seen either.
She saw greatness from her child, and wanted more for her. Despite her income, she made sure Midori was brought up well. She would work during the day, helping out wherever and whenever and return to prostitution at night, leaving Midori at home by herself most of the time. But despite this Midori was a happy child, she always smiled, and it was the only thing that kept her mother going.
“Do your best, Mio-chan!”
She had entered the academy at a young age. She hated it. She was constantly teased for not having a father, calling her mother a whore. She never understood what they meant. But nevertheless she wanted to prove to them she was better. She studied and trained hard, as much as her little body could take everyday. She wanted to prove them all wrong. She return home everyday battered and bruised, only barely able to stay up to eat her mother’s delicious food before falling over on her bed, knocked out.
Eventually, as years passed, she had begun to excel somewhat in her studies. But the constant teasing never quit, but she paid no mind to them. She cared only about herself and her mother.
“Just smile it off, Mio, Just smile it off, and show them it doesn’t hurt”
_
It was on a cold autumn evening when it all changed. Like a story book turned upside down, everything became distorted. Coming home from academy, with the largest smile as a present for her mother’s birthday, Midori had found her mother naked on the floor, bleeding and bruised. Beside her sat a man, laughing. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes was thick in the air. It made her cringe.
“Midori, I’ve been waiting all my life to finally see you”
Never in her life did she feel so much fear. That man was evil. That man was her father. She was touched. Everywhere. It made her sick. She begged for him to stop, she begged for him to let go but he didn’t listen. He only laughed harder.
“You look just like your whore of a mother”
Then burning, in a flash, that’s all she could remember. Her house was burning. She was lying next to her mother, who’s tear stained face stared blankly into her daughter’s. She was dead. She stared up at the burning roof. This was it; she would rather die beside her mother. She closed her eyes.
“And they all died happily ever after…”
_
Waking up days – weeks – later in an unfamiliar room an old lady sat beside her. She was told that she had been saved from the fire by her son. Her mother was unable to be rescued. She went immediate depression at the loss of her mother and fell into a catatonic state. She would not eat, speak or sleep and convinced herself that her mother would return to her. That it was all just a bad dream. During her state of depression she had developed a very serious case of Androphobia. She would often have severe panic attacks at just the sight of men and would lock herself up in the room provided for her. She would sit patiently everyday in front of her window. Day in, day out she sat, waiting.
Fumiko, the old woman who had taken her in worked as an inn keeper in Otogakure. She had witnessed Midori’s home burn down with her eldest child. Only the child was saved but of course, no-one wanted a whore’s daughter. She had stepped forward willingly to look after Midori and had not regretted her decision to do so. Everyday the kind old lady would sit beside Midori for most part of the day. She would try to get Mio to talk to her little by little. Her mother was in a better place now, was what Fumiko constantly told Midori. Somewhere better than the world they lived in now. Due time, she eventually began to break away from her depression. Waiting was pointless now. She slowly began to accept the fact that her mother was gone.
It was a long process of recovery for Midori. Her Androphobia was the hardest to suppress. Instead of being applied for academy once more to finish, she spent most her time in the inn, helping out Fumiko and her husband to keep the inn tidy for guests. It was Fumkio’s three son’s and husband which tried their best to help Midori with her fear of men. They kept their distance from her as best as they could whenever they would speak and keep anything physical to a minimum until she would approach them herself. At the age of 11, she was admitted once more into the academy and graduated at a year or so later. She spent the remainder of her life up till now training to become stronger, determined. In hopes to become the person her mother had wanted her to be and one day that she will be able to find her father for a rightly revenge over her mother’s death. [/ul][/font]
