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    Yokai-no-Akari

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    Character File
    Skills & Elements: Nin, Fuin -- Earth
    Class: D
    Ryo:

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    Post by Ulfric Wed Sep 12, 2018 3:18 pm

    Name: Yominikui Akari (朱莉 - "vermillion red jasmine")
    Age: 13
    Gender: Female
    Village: Kumogakure
    Rank: Genin (E-class)
    Title: Grimancer Akari

    Clan: Yokai (妖怪)
    Bloodline: Doujutsu - Spiritual Path
    Element(s):
    - None(ton)

    Skill(s):
    - Doujutsu: Evil Eye [Path of Baku]
    - Genjutsu
    - Ijutsu

    Stats

    • Strength: E
    • Constitution: D
    • Stamina: D
    • Speed: E
    • Coordination: D
    • Intelligence: C
    • Perception: D


    Unique Abilities:
    None~


    Appearance: [x]
    In line with the monstrous inheritance of her bloodline, Akari's pallid skin is easily mistaken for a corpse's colour. Long, white hair partially hide small black horns and flows freely around her unblemished visage. Black pools as dark as the night sky form her deer-like eyes, the infinite dots of deadened light seemingly forming a galaxy of their own only visible when one allows themselves to drown within her eyes from close proximity. Despite the pristine, almost celestial complexion, an inherent sadness expresses itself upon her face.

    Though lithe and lissom by training, Akari's emaciated figure betrays the life of an orphan plagued by persistent nightmares whose vision on life can only be expressed as a nightmarish surrealism. On her back, two snow-coloured wings jut out, a pair supposedly allowing her flight but that have yet to be seen much use. Looking like she sleepwalks most of the time, the girl is mostly seen in simple, light clothing such as long dresses, oversized shirts and shorts or long (wizard) robes, at times carrying a headless teddy bear with her. Yet, despite the air-headed, if not slightly insane, behaviour, Akari remains an eerie child seemingly lost in her own little world.

    History:
    Life started out well for Akari, child of two loving parents. Everything looked much like she would be growing up as a normal child until tragedy struck during a trip through the woods. A sudden storm, the crackling of lightning. Thunderstruck and defeated by the forces of nature, the oak smothered the small family, leaving only the child to live on.

    Too young to truly understand what happened, Akari was 'fortunate' enough to be found by bandits who were on the road to a new hiding place with intent to harass lesser defended roads and stumbled upon the dark child left to fend for itself. Seeing a perfect opportunity to raise a heiress to his realm of crime, the leader took her with them along the road and watched over her. However, the nightmares of her dead parents, the shell shock and the deep-rooted traumas would deaden the girl inside as she grew up, her inheritance as a Yokai blooming as a black flower as she found her talent for sculpting.

    Contradictory to the first image that comes to mind, Akari didn't sculpt statues. At first, she sculpted the twisted world she lived in by projecting the surreal world she perceived through cursed eyes into the minds of others. She was a natural at genjutsu, though unaware of such talents, and often drove hapless victims to the brink of paranoia and schizophrenia due to her prolonged games. What was initially waved away as tom-foolery eventually costed the sanity of half the bandit camp in which Akari grew up.

    By the age of eight, the girl was cast out. She drifted across the land hoping to find friends in dead animals, sculpting their flesh into the mockery her Evil Eyes showed her. It was only a year later that an expedition of Kumo-nin found her all by herself. Their first thought were to leave her by herself, the girl unknown to them, but when she caught them off-guard with projected nightmares easily dispersed by their training they came to understand the girl was in need of guidance. She was brought in, given into the custody of the only clan they believed capable of dealing with her almost celestial appearance despite the nightmarish encounter.

    The Yokai would embrace her. Some believed her to be a lost child of their own tribe, other musing she might have been stolen long before she was well capable of understanding her environment. Of her parents remained only the memory of death. Of the bandits remained the presence of madness. Within the clan, a morbid future of dread awaited her. Under her newfound chaperones, Akari's natural genjutsu was improved and strengthened whereas her cunning mind and creative ability to turn life into a grim mockery pushed her into the line of Ijutsu.

    But all in all, the girl became a shinobi for Kumogakure.


    Personality:
    Akari is a girl in need of consistent guidance. Plagued by nightmares and cursed by a blood that brings her to the line of a hidden demon under the guise of a timid angel, Akari is generally not very talkative, acting insecure and shy in the presence of peers and friends alike. The truth is however, different. Her psyche ruined by uncured PTSD, the girl has no moral compass and is therefore not afraid to share her hellish vision with others, turning unseen realities into truths as she sculpts the mind and flesh of others into the images of the monsters she perceives during the day and the night.

    She may not sport much in terms of physical prowess as her reluctance keeps her from performing well on strength and speed, but what she lacks on a physical she makes up on a mental level. Surprisingly strong-willed for a child, many believe she might hold ANBU potential to glean information otherwise not easily accessible. The only worry higher ranked shinobi have being her psychological liability that could potentially ruin the victim of such mental interrogations.

    Because of her misguided upbringing, Akari is not quite sure how to deal with emotions. On one side she can be extremely dependent on persons she comes to like, which often pushes her to a frantic fear of losing that person to external factors beyond her abilities, possibly reliving the nightmare of losing her parents in the process. This can make her suffocatingly attached in a relation, easily abused because of that, while vehemently protective and jealous at the same time of anything that might take away her anchor in the real world.


    Roleplay Sample:
    The face of the bandit leader looked like it had been painted on the canvas of life by a painter who decided to smear out the paint in anger at the last minute, leaving it all to dry as it were. His face looked like it was melting, his skin continuously shifting on the surface yet never falling out of the edges that gave it actually shape. At least, that's how it looked like in the eyes of the Yokai in the middle of the bandits. The girl's psychosis had a way of playing tricks her perceptions of the world but to everyone else the man's face looked shaven and sharp. The strong jaw line, the piercing eyes of a hawk. The man was the leader for a reason. Ambitious, determined.

    He had taken the girl under his wings, acting much like a father over the unusually beautiful creature. Like is often the case, a beautiful young girl in the middle of adult men often becomes the target of forbidden, lecherous thoughts crawling up from the crevices of Man's dark mind even if all is said in jest. But aside from the occasional exaggerated attention and persistent need to be embraced or have her hair caressed, the leader threatened to kill anyone dumb enough to try something funny. And all of them knew... This was not said in jest.

    So it was that the Yokai grew up among bandits, now sitting in their middle to pick up their conversation.

    "Tonight's going to be good.", the leader said, "This is going to be the haul of the month."

    The men would grin, some would nod. A drink would be lifted in toast for good measure.

    "Yeah, that man's loaded. Pockets full of ryo. Rumours have it if he loses a treasure chest he'd not even care. Makes so much in a single week he'd not even feel it."
    "We'll make him feel it alright.", another chimed in under loud laughter. "Rob him of his chariots every time he passes by."

    The leader would stand up and raise his goblet of wine, calling Akari to his side. She'd quietly obey, feeling his strong arm draping over her shoulder in a soft but steady embrace. As if she was his own daughter.

    "Akari. Today's your first raid and it's going to be memorable. You'll be given the honours to keep that fat oaf busy while we deal with his guards. Feel free to express your artistry to your heart's content, child."

    The crowd cheered for her. Joyful ambition. Acceptance. But Akari wanted to crawl under a rock by sheer discomfort. Such attention made her feel horrible, the girl preferring to stay in the shadows to escape any sort of acknowledgement of her existence. Not because the group had ever mistreated her, just... because. She could feel panic well up despite looking forward to unleash the terrors of her own mind upon a hapless victim, and crawled away from under his embrace. He'd let her be, watching from the corner of her eyes how she quickly created a full meter distance between the two of them. Mentally the leader would sigh, simply not understanding why she disliked being surrounded at this point, but on the surface he'd simply grin.

    "Make it a masterful piece of art."

    She'd nod. Nothing more. Not leaving the chance to uncomfortable silences, the bandit leader would continue to rouse the men as he expected the signal anytime now. Preparations would be made, anticipating the coming raid. Akari would take her headless bear, watching how its grey fur formed another pattern of symbols. Never did they hold anything of value. Just symbols in a language that made no sense. A language that only existed in her own mind, as if her psychosis tried to communicate with her in its own way.

    Then came the real signal.

    Then came the raid. The bandits moved in. Seven men, one little girl. All running towards the guarded chariot that was forced to a halt by a tree stump. A simple but efficient strategy. The men charged in to meet the resistance. Akari shuffled forward to her prey, left to her own. Embracing her own world. As if the whole world around her fell away, it looked like the chaos of the battle wasn't being registered. Arrows intended for the men flew by her unopposed in their trajectory. She'd reach the chariot, open the door and step in to sit on the couch opposing the man. A mixture of fear and confusion crossed his face, the man not anticipating a little girl to step inside. She didn't even look at him, eyes looking down with that sad expression of hers. Slow seconds ticked away. Seconds of complete silence.

    "Imperfect World", she whispered just as he was about to open his mouth, her eyes gaining a dark red tint as her doujutsu activated and drew the man's gaze into her mind's nightmare.

    The chariot started to melt as she had spoken the words. Surrealism. The door bending under an absent heat. The merchant panicked as he looked around, torn between escaping the chariot through the disappearing doors and staying put as he feared both the orders given by his guards and the visible effects of the heat. The girl that stepped inside looked different too. The celestial beauty revealing black pools of demonic power, her aura as inhumanely splendid as it was dark. Still not meeting his gaze, a malefic smile would appear on her face and with it the wood of the chariot seemed to push the window of the doors into a Cheshire cat's smile. He knew now. She was the devil in disguise. The man understood that all his corrupted business deals, his bribing and black mailing into power was what had lured her in. The devil had come to claim his soul as price for what he had taken from the world.

    "I-I'm not ready! Please, give me some more time..."

    But she said nothing. The smiling windows would droop into a frown of despair momentarily before they vanished, taking his chances to escape with them. All there was now was a slowly melting box of wood that would soon claim his life as it smothered him.


    A fist would hit her hard in the face, breaking her concentration. He'd form hand seals and strike the man in front of her. Genjutsu Kai. She'd look at him in confusion. Why was the guard even alive? Where were the bandits? His angry glare would freeze her in place.

    "What's the meaning of this, Yokai?"

    She looked at him in confusion. He spoke to her as if she was not meant to do this. The puzzled look on her face mellowed his attitude just a little as he understood she was genuine about her confusion.

    "Were you sent by your clan or are you doing this on your own accord?"

    She still didn't get it. Clan? Own accord? Had he not seen her with the bandits? Was he misunderstanding the whole deal? Her persistent silence would irk him.

    "You know what, never mind this. I'll be bringing you in."

    Then all went black as the man knocked her out with a single strike...
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    Post by Ryuko Thu Sep 13, 2018 1:58 am

    Akari wrote:Name: Yominikui Akari (朱莉 - "vermillion red jasmine")
    Age: 13
    Gender: Female
    Village: Kumogakure
    Rank: Genin (E-class)
    Title: Grimancer Akari

    Clan: Yokai (妖怪)
    Bloodline: Doujutsu - Spiritual Path
    Element(s):
    - None(ton)

    Skill(s):
    - Doujutsu: Evil Eye [Path of Baku]
    - Genjutsu
    - Ijutsu

    Stats

    • Strength: E
    • Constitution: D
    • Stamina: D
    • Speed: E
    • Coordination: D
    • Intelligence: C
    • Perception: D


    Unique Abilities:
    None~


    Appearance: [x]
    In line with the monstrous inheritance of her bloodline, Akari's pallid skin is easily mistaken for a corpse's colour. Long, white hair partially hide small black horns and flows freely around her unblemished visage. Black pools as dark as the night sky form her deer-like eyes, the infinite dots of deadened light seemingly forming a galaxy of their own only visible when one allows themselves to drown within her eyes from close proximity. Despite the pristine, almost celestial complexion, an inherent sadness expresses itself upon her face.

    Though lithe and lissom by training, Akari's emaciated figure betrays the life of an orphan plagued by persistent nightmares whose vision on life can only be expressed as a nightmarish surrealism. On her back, two snow-coloured wings jut out, a pair supposedly allowing her flight but that have yet to be seen much use. Looking like she sleepwalks most of the time, the girl is mostly seen in simple, light clothing such as long dresses, oversized shirts and shorts or long (wizard) robes, at times carrying a headless teddy bear with her. Yet, despite the air-headed, if not slightly insane, behaviour, Akari remains an eerie child seemingly lost in her own little world.

    History:
    Life started out well for Akari, child of two loving parents. Everything looked much like she would be growing up as a normal child until tragedy struck during a trip through the woods. A sudden storm, the crackling of lightning. Thunderstruck and defeated by the forces of nature, the oak smothered the small family, leaving only the child to live on.

    Too young to truly understand what happened, Akari was 'fortunate' enough to be found by bandits who were on the road to a new hiding place with intent to harass lesser defended roads and stumbled upon the dark child left to fend for itself. Seeing a perfect opportunity to raise a heiress to his realm of crime, the leader took her with them along the road and watched over her. However, the nightmares of her dead parents, the shell shock and the deep-rooted traumas would deaden the girl inside as she grew up, her inheritance as a Yokai blooming as a black flower as she found her talent for sculpting.

    Contradictory to the first image that comes to mind, Akari didn't sculpt statues. At first, she sculpted the twisted world she lived in by projecting the surreal world she perceived through cursed eyes into the minds of others. She was a natural at genjutsu, though unaware of such talents, and often drove hapless victims to the brink of paranoia and schizophrenia due to her prolonged games. What was initially waved away as tom-foolery eventually costed the sanity of half the bandit camp in which Akari grew up.

    By the age of eight, the girl was cast out. She drifted across the land hoping to find friends in dead animals, sculpting their flesh into the mockery her Evil Eyes showed her. It was only a year later that an expedition of Kumo-nin found her all by herself. Their first thought were to leave her by herself, the girl unknown to them, but when she caught them off-guard with projected nightmares easily dispersed by their training they came to understand the girl was in need of guidance. She was brought in, given into the custody of the only clan they believed capable of dealing with her almost celestial appearance despite the nightmarish encounter.

    The Yokai would embrace her. Some believed her to be a lost child of their own tribe, other musing she might have been stolen long before she was well capable of understanding her environment. Of her parents remained only the memory of death. Of the bandits remained the presence of madness. Within the clan, a morbid future of dread awaited her. Under her newfound chaperones, Akari's natural genjutsu was improved and strengthened whereas her cunning mind and creative ability to turn life into a grim mockery pushed her into the line of Ijutsu.

    But all in all, the girl became a shinobi for Kumogakure.


    Personality:
    Akari is a girl in need of consistent guidance. Plagued by nightmares and cursed by a blood that brings her to the line of a hidden demon under the guise of a timid angel, Akari is generally not very talkative, acting insecure and shy in the presence of peers and friends alike. The truth is however, different. Her psyche ruined by uncured PTSD, the girl has no moral compass and is therefore not afraid to share her hellish vision with others, turning unseen realities into truths as she sculpts the mind and flesh of others into the images of the monsters she perceives during the day and the night.

    She may not sport much in terms of physical prowess as her reluctance keeps her from performing well on strength and speed, but what she lacks on a physical she makes up on a mental level. Surprisingly strong-willed for a child, many believe she might hold ANBU potential to glean information otherwise not easily accessible. The only worry higher ranked shinobi have being her psychological liability that could potentially ruin the victim of such mental interrogations.

    Because of her misguided upbringing, Akari is not quite sure how to deal with emotions. On one side she can be extremely dependent on persons she comes to like, which often pushes her to a frantic fear of losing that person to external factors beyond her abilities, possibly reliving the nightmare of losing her parents in the process. This can make her suffocatingly attached in a relation, easily abused because of that, while vehemently protective and jealous at the same time of anything that might take away her anchor in the real world.


    Roleplay Sample:
    The face of the bandit leader looked like it had been painted on the canvas of life by a painter who decided to smear out the paint in anger at the last minute, leaving it all to dry as it were. His face looked like it was melting, his skin continuously shifting on the surface yet never falling out of the edges that gave it actually shape. At least, that's how it looked like in the eyes of the Yokai in the middle of the bandits. The girl's psychosis had a way of playing tricks her perceptions of the world but to everyone else the man's face looked shaven and sharp. The strong jaw line, the piercing eyes of a hawk. The man was the leader for a reason. Ambitious, determined.

    He had taken the girl under his wings, acting much like a father over the unusually beautiful creature. Like is often the case, a beautiful young girl in the middle of adult men often becomes the target of forbidden, lecherous thoughts crawling up from the crevices of Man's dark mind even if all is said in jest. But aside from the occasional exaggerated attention and persistent need to be embraced or have her hair caressed, the leader threatened to kill anyone dumb enough to try something funny. And all of them knew... This was not said in jest.

    So it was that the Yokai grew up among bandits, now sitting in their middle to pick up their conversation.

    "Tonight's going to be good.", the leader said, "This is going to be the haul of the month."

    The men would grin, some would nod. A drink would be lifted in toast for good measure.

    "Yeah, that man's loaded. Pockets full of ryo. Rumours have it if he loses a treasure chest he'd not even care. Makes so much in a single week he'd not even feel it."
    "We'll make him feel it alright.", another chimed in under loud laughter. "Rob him of his chariots every time he passes by."

    The leader would stand up and raise his goblet of wine, calling Akari to his side. She'd quietly obey, feeling his strong arm draping over her shoulder in a soft but steady embrace. As if she was his own daughter.

    "Akari. Today's your first raid and it's going to be memorable. You'll be given the honours to keep that fat oaf busy while we deal with his guards. Feel free to express your artistry to your heart's content, child."

    The crowd cheered for her. Joyful ambition. Acceptance. But Akari wanted to crawl under a rock by sheer discomfort. Such attention made her feel horrible, the girl preferring to stay in the shadows to escape any sort of acknowledgement of her existence. Not because the group had ever mistreated her, just... because. She could feel panic well up despite looking forward to unleash the terrors of her own mind upon a hapless victim, and crawled away from under his embrace. He'd let her be, watching from the corner of her eyes how she quickly created a full meter distance between the two of them. Mentally the leader would sigh, simply not understanding why she disliked being surrounded at this point, but on the surface he'd simply grin.

    "Make it a masterful piece of art."

    She'd nod. Nothing more. Not leaving the chance to uncomfortable silences, the bandit leader would continue to rouse the men as he expected the signal anytime now. Preparations would be made, anticipating the coming raid. Akari would take her headless bear, watching how its grey fur formed another pattern of symbols. Never did they hold anything of value. Just symbols in a language that made no sense. A language that only existed in her own mind, as if her psychosis tried to communicate with her in its own way.

    Then came the real signal.

    Then came the raid. The bandits moved in. Seven men, one little girl. All running towards the guarded chariot that was forced to a halt by a tree stump. A simple but efficient strategy. The men charged in to meet the resistance. Akari shuffled forward to her prey, left to her own. Embracing her own world. As if the whole world around her fell away, it looked like the chaos of the battle wasn't being registered. Arrows intended for the men flew by her unopposed in their trajectory. She'd reach the chariot, open the door and step in to sit on the couch opposing the man. A mixture of fear and confusion crossed his face, the man not anticipating a little girl to step inside. She didn't even look at him, eyes looking down with that sad expression of hers. Slow seconds ticked away. Seconds of complete silence.

    "Imperfect World", she whispered just as he was about to open his mouth, her eyes gaining a dark red tint as her doujutsu activated and drew the man's gaze into her mind's nightmare.

    The chariot started to melt as she had spoken the words. Surrealism. The door bending under an absent heat. The merchant panicked as he looked around, torn between escaping the chariot through the disappearing doors and staying put as he feared both the orders given by his guards and the visible effects of the heat. The girl that stepped inside looked different too. The celestial beauty revealing black pools of demonic power, her aura as inhumanely splendid as it was dark. Still not meeting his gaze, a malefic smile would appear on her face and with it the wood of the chariot seemed to push the window of the doors into a Cheshire cat's smile. He knew now. She was the devil in disguise. The man understood that all his corrupted business deals, his bribing and black mailing into power was what had lured her in. The devil had come to claim his soul as price for what he had taken from the world.

    "I-I'm not ready! Please, give me some more time..."

    But she said nothing. The smiling windows would droop into a frown of despair momentarily before they vanished, taking his chances to escape with them. All there was now was a slowly melting box of wood that would soon claim his life as it smothered him.


    A fist would hit her hard in the face, breaking her concentration. He'd form hand seals and strike the man in front of her. Genjutsu Kai. She'd look at him in confusion. Why was the guard even alive? Where were the bandits? His angry glare would freeze her in place.

    "What's the meaning of this, Yokai?"

    She looked at him in confusion. He spoke to her as if she was not meant to do this. The puzzled look on her face mellowed his attitude just a little as he understood she was genuine about her confusion.

    "Were you sent by your clan or are you doing this on your own accord?"

    She still didn't get it. Clan? Own accord? Had he not seen her with the bandits? Was he misunderstanding the whole deal? Her persistent silence would irk him.

    "You know what, never mind this. I'll be bringing you in."

    Then all went black as the man knocked her out with a single strike...

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    Stats
    Strength: B
    Constitution: B
    Stamina: A-> A++ (Arch Angel's Tiara)
    Speed: B
    Coordination: A
    Intelligence: A
    Perception: B

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