Hanakora Ayame
Sept 24, 2012 9:16:17 GMT -7
Post by Hanakora Ayame on Sept 24, 2012 9:16:17 GMT -7
“Keep your dreams alive. Understand to achieve anything requires faith and belief in yourself, vision, hard work, determination, and dedication. Remember all things are possible for those who believe.” |
My Name Is… Hanakora Ayame Which Means… Iris Flower Child I Have Also Been Called… Dania |Arbitrator| and Tsubaki |Camellia| My Elevation Is… Five Feet Eight Inches My Mass Is… One Hundred and Seven Pounds My Birth Place Was… Kusagakure no Sato I Am A Resident Of… Kusagakure |
I Was Born On… June the Sixth Making Me A… Gemini Today I Am… Twenty Five My Blood Type Is… A+ My Zodiac Is… The Snake I Am Considered… Lawful Good My Birth Stone Is… Pearl My Star Stone Is… Agate |
Specialties | ||||
Clan Specialist -Ikebana Mastery -Soul Caster Mastery -Dhenada Mastery -Kitateha -Yamanaka -Nara | Ninjutsu Specialist -Mokuton Master -Pepa Master -Shoton Master -Doton Master -Suiton -Ototon Mastery | Taijutsu Non -Gintsuki no Mai Master -Meimei Undoushinkei Master -Shirokiri Mastery -Wakizashi Kagame | Genjutsu Non -Shadow Perception -Phantasm Perception -Glamor Perception - | Miscellaneous -GM Ototon -GM Nara - - - - |
“To be overcome by the fragrance of flowers is a delectable form of defeat.” |
Umbrella, Small (Overview)
Rank: "C"
Type: Main, Bludgeoning/Piercing, Umbrella
Effect: A weapon that can be used for blunt piercing hits or ranged hits towards the opponent along the ground.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A light, small, portable, usually circular cover for protection from rain or sun, consisting of a fabric held on a collapsible frame of thin ribs radiating from the top of a carrying stick or handle. Can be used as a shield, and a projectile shooter when spinning the umbrella to rain down senbon. The umbrella is capable of holding up to 10 slots of senbon only. It is unable to hold any other type of weapon within the inner umbrella. The small umbrella is approximately 1 foot radius in size. User may add shielding by adding half the cost of a buckler to the umbrella which takes the full shielding benefits.
Limit: These types of weapons may be capable of being bought inside any Weapon Shop
Cost: 3,000 Ryo
Rank: "C"
Type: Main, Bludgeoning/Piercing, Umbrella
Effect: A weapon that can be used for blunt piercing hits or ranged hits towards the opponent along the ground.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A light, small, portable, usually circular cover for protection from rain or sun, consisting of a fabric held on a collapsible frame of thin ribs radiating from the top of a carrying stick or handle. Can be used as a shield, and a projectile shooter when spinning the umbrella to rain down senbon. The umbrella is capable of holding up to 10 slots of senbon only. It is unable to hold any other type of weapon within the inner umbrella. The small umbrella is approximately 1 foot radius in size. User may add shielding by adding half the cost of a buckler to the umbrella which takes the full shielding benefits.
Limit: These types of weapons may be capable of being bought inside any Weapon Shop
Cost: 3,000 Ryo
Secondaries Senbon {x9} Silene Seeds {x5} Silene Leaves {x1} |
"By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower." |
Once the prized child of the Hanakora, Ayame has changed much over the years. Her pale green hair was prized by the clan for it meant she was of the traditional Hanakora lineage. Her hair once fell evenly to her shoulders but now, uncut for so long, falls well below her waist. Her shining amethyst eyes were said to reflect the compassion and kindness of her soul. Now they show pain, the jaded years have taken their toll upon the once sweet girl and now they show the darkness and cynicism of the world. Once upon a time she was prided on her chaste style. A conservative v-neck dress in onyx, a red scarf upon her neck, stockings, and a thing gold linked belt.
Now her clothing hides the scars upon her body. Her dress now bears loose sleeves that hand down past her wrists. The collar rises chastely to her neck and the red scarf remains in place. The stockings, once sheer black, are thick, impossible to see through. Silver bangles hang upon her left wrists, mostly hidden by her long sleeves. Sturdy shoes protect her feet and keep her raised from the dangerous plants upon the ground. The scars upon her body are numerous. One of the only untainted places is her face. Everything else is hidden from view in one way or another.
Deep scars run down along her arms. Beauty comes from pain however and deep crimson blossoms have come to life upon her ivory skin. Between her breasts is a scar measuring perhaps six inches. Her ribs have the appearance of filleted meat. Along each rib below her breasts is a long, thin scar, running from front to back the entire way along each rib. Deep vertical scars run down her thighs. The shin bones were cut down vertically. The lines are clear against her stark skin. The bottom of her feet have a hash mark of scars going every which way. All are souvenirs of her time away from grass and the torture she endured.[/font][/td][/tr][/table]
“You can't be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet.” |
The broken shell of what once had been. Ayame had been known as a tacit child, obedient and kind hearted she was also very calm and focused. But days of darkness can change a person. Without light there is only darkness. Without hope there is only depression. Freedom was attained but at a price. Darkness now brings back the awful memories of what had been, now she must have light at all times, even when trying to sleep. The depression has passed but the pain and memories have not. Now she jumps at the smallest sounds, fearing what happened to her before would happen once again.
Now he rose colored glasses are removed. Her empathy is long gone. She has seen the world for the cruel place it really is. No one can help those suffering. Most of them are beyond help and before long will be gone. Those who survive are those who help themselves. Compassion and understanding are things she has not seen for nearly five years now. Her mind was torn apart, perhaps even worse than her body. Mental scars are more difficult to heal. The only sanctuary she has left are training.
To come back to her home land being so different, with her being so different, are things she can not understand. All she knows now is that the Hanakora mansion still stands and that she must see her cousin at once. Surely order was restored in the village and Hanakora Hotaru was Kusakage once more. She had to be warned that the Kikkawa were still out there and that the village could possibly be in danger. It was only time before they tracked her. Kusagakure was the obvious place for her to be.
It was not long after returning home that Kaguya Raiel revealed the harsh secret. Her cousin and best friend, once the shining and glorious Kage, was gone. Killed. This was beyond what Ayame could handle. Though she liked Raiel she retreated into silence once more. By the time she emerged from her solitude she was to be greeted by yet a new Kage, Ichinose Baek. This loud mouthed sword slammer was a moron she could not abide. He asked for respect without earning it and gave none in return. The death of her cousin still fresh she turned to solitude once more, unable to deal with the morons that the village kept electing.[/font][/td][/tr][/table]
“A thorn defends the rose, harming only those who would steal the blossom.” |
A favored child of the Hanakora clan. From the day of her birth Ayame was blessed. Her green hair was a mark of esteem and birth right within the clan. She was a favored child, spending much of her time being properly trained by the elders in the way of the Hanakora. An invasion on the mansion ingrained the horrors of violence on the girl at a young age. In her years in the academy she was withdrawn and easily bored, thus infuriating her teachers when she still managed to graduate very high in her class.
As a genin she fought hard to help uphold the reign of her cousin, Hanakora Hotaru, the Kusakage. An invasion took place, a family by the name of the Kikkawa tried to usurp the title from Hotaru. The invasion was put to an end by a wandering stranger who came to the rescue of Kusagakure. Unfortunately the seeds of discord had been sewn and a few still remained. It was one such man who led to the downfall of Ayame. At the age of seventeen she vanished. The village was told of her death and her body was buried immediately by a friend at the Hanakora mansion. An incident with a rogue shinobi had taken her life.
But Ayame was not dead, she was very much alive. Spirited away into the dead of night, it would be weeks before she awakened. Locked in a room, her arms and legs bound and her chakra gone. The secrets of Kusagakure laid locked within her mind. Ayame was bound but not broken. Days and nights of starvation, dehydration, and torture ensued. Cuts ran all the way across her ribs. Deep scars ran down her thighs and along her arms. Her shins are perfectly sliced down the shin bones. Her feet show the scars of bamboo whips.
Each day was a trial in mental sanity. One day though a stream of light poured through the bars of her cell and a lone butterfly fluttered through the window. Her eyes tracked the creature. How could she use this? Her only connection to the outside world. Day after day turned into year after year. Over time she regained her strength in small pieces. This was thanks to the small blessing of her own mental clarity. She never broke under torture and frustrated her captors to the point where they would leave her alone for days.
Though her body weakened her chakra returned and her mind held strong. Using the skills of her Hanakora techniques and the scars in her arms she created a flower. Trial and error ensued as she convinced the blossom to take root within her blood. Eventually the butterflies came to take nectar from the blossoms, and thus her blood. With the mixture of blood nectar the creatures became near addicted to her, allowing her to hold the power to break free from her captors.
One day, after nearly five years of captivity the door opened. What remained when she walked outside for the first time was blood. Nothing but blood. Darkness took hold and it was under its cover that she would travel. Light, sound, these were things that had been beyond her grasp for so long she could not bear them at this moment. She reached the gates of Kusagakure though, and it was time to warn her cousin and seek her vengeance.[/font][/td][/tr][/table]