Name: Yamamoto, Akahana. Surname, Forename.
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Village: Kumogakure
Rank: Genin
Title: -
Clan: Clanless
Bloodline: -
Element(s): -
Skill(s): Sword Techniques | Kenjutsu. Sensory Techniques | Kanchijutsu.| x2 skill trades.
Stats 12/20 raises
EXP: 100/2650 (remaining/spent, including exp from trades)
Unique Abilities:
Appearance:
As one may expect from her age, Yamamoto could best be described as developed. Deceptively muscular arms, well-built legs and a surprisingly feminine appearance but given the outward persona she puts on, that is as much a conscious fashion choice as it is genetics. To get down into the nitty gritty details, she stands at 1.79 meters (5'9 for the imperial users out there.) and comes in around 65.9 kilograms.
Her long white and black hair is either tied up into a warrior's ponytail or left free, depending upon what she is doing that day. Her fashion typically consists of traditional Japanese wear, Kimonos mostly, or more flexible outdoors wear. This outdoors wear is often simple shirts, paired with plain skinny fit trousers and a jacket. pulled together by her headband which is often worn around her waist. She also seems to be always smiling, regardless of context.
History:
Personality:
Roleplay Sample:
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Village: Kumogakure
Rank: Genin
Title: -
Clan: Clanless
Bloodline: -
Element(s): -
Skill(s): Sword Techniques | Kenjutsu. Sensory Techniques | Kanchijutsu.| x2 skill trades.
Stats 12/20 raises
- Strength: D 150c
- Constitution: D 150c
- Stamina: C. 450 exp
- Speed: C 450 exp
- Coordination: C 450 exp
- Intelligence: C 450 exp
- Perception: C 450 exp
EXP: 100/2650 (remaining/spent, including exp from trades)
Unique Abilities:
Autopilot: Due to years of practice, her mentality, instincts and muscle memory, Akahana’s speed is naturally one rank/level/tier/whatever higher than their current, after factoring in the effects of debuffs. 5CP to activate. [toggle]
Appearance:
- picture:
As one may expect from her age, Yamamoto could best be described as developed. Deceptively muscular arms, well-built legs and a surprisingly feminine appearance but given the outward persona she puts on, that is as much a conscious fashion choice as it is genetics. To get down into the nitty gritty details, she stands at 1.79 meters (5'9 for the imperial users out there.) and comes in around 65.9 kilograms.
Her long white and black hair is either tied up into a warrior's ponytail or left free, depending upon what she is doing that day. Her fashion typically consists of traditional Japanese wear, Kimonos mostly, or more flexible outdoors wear. This outdoors wear is often simple shirts, paired with plain skinny fit trousers and a jacket. pulled together by her headband which is often worn around her waist. She also seems to be always smiling, regardless of context.
History:
- history:
- Yamamoto’s life started out perfectly ordinary, being born to two parents and raised within the confines of their modest estate which in turn resided in Kumogakure. They may not have been rich, but both were Shinobi of middling reputation and so made their income through missions or the occasional teaching of their neighbour’s children, all to prepare them for the academy. Couple this with the occasional lessons in Kenjutsu and they were able to provide the fledgling Yamamoto with a decent upbringing.
Now, had things remained like this she would have had a delightfully easy life with a loving family and gone onto being just another ant crawling over the world but...things are never so straight forward you know? Yamamoto knows not how exactly it happened but one day, as her parents were sending home the few students they had, someone burst forth from the crowd and murdered them.
Perhaps it was a thief looking for money, a theft gone wrong. Perhaps it was a dissatisfied student. Perhaps it was an enemy Shinobi they had crossed during their career. Regardless, Yamamoto stepped from her house, walked past the walls of the modest estate and found her parents lying in a pool of their own blood, surrounded by distressed neighbours.
An investigation was launched, obviously, and the guards of Kumogakure did pursue the criminal but, as one might expect given the relatively low value of Yamamoto’s parents, nothing came from this. Now the question of what to do with a thirteen-year-old girl did come up and it was answered, for one of her neighbours did offer to pitch in in minor ways every now and then.
However, despite this Yamamoto was forced to essentially raise herself. The savings left behind by her parents did not last long and she was soon forced to find work, delivering newspapers, cleaning gardens, painting walls and just any low skill labour she could find in her local neighbourhood. However, these savings were the least important thing left to her by her parents. The real value was her mother’s sword, spared from the assumed theft by virtue of it being in the dojo.
With little else to really remind her of her parents, the young and foolish Yamamoto latched onto this blade to an unhealthy extent. With few social connections, due to her delayed entry into the Shinobi academy and the death of her parents making family friends a distant thing, she developed an unhealthy coping mechanism of pouring her unrecognised grief into one thing only: training. For years she, whenever possible, trained with the blade left to her.
As she aged and grew more and more skilled with her blade work became easier to find which increased her income to the point where she, thanks to savings, could work less and finally join her village’s Shinobi academy. On account of being eighteen and having studied, trained and practiced for years prior Yamamoto graduated top of her class as a genin (an immense feat given her focus on martial arts over chakra heavy jutsu) within a year and a half. However, due to her age compared to that of her classmates the subject of her being assigned to a permanent team is...up in the air still.
Personality:
- personality:
- Polite, elegant, ladylike. A true exemplar of what a perfect mistress of the house should be. Her conduct is always perfect, her behaviour implacable, her personality affable and friendly. One of her greatest pastimes is to converse over tea, sharing experiences under the soft glow of a tea house’s lights as one calmly observes the setting sun. To put it simply, on the outside she is a perfect wife, refined and diligent.
As part of this elegant lady persona she is a highly gifted conversationalist and speaker, able to efficiently and elegantly communicate without needing to dance around the matter or risking offence. In fact, her ability to speak and communicate is one of her deadliest weapons. Words have power and hers immensely so. She may restrain her tongue, but it can strike like a viper at will.
As one might expect, her outward house mistress persona extends beyond being a mere character. She has the skills to back it up. Organisation, administration, the governing of finance, housework and all those other things responsible necessary to effectively run a house. These are things she has a great deal of experience with due to living alone and needing to look after her residence accordingly.
The persona of this perfect housewife is, as should be clear by now, only a persona. In truth? Yamamoto is rather driven, motivated to reach the Void of true mastery. Her parents died when she was very young, leaving behind only one thing: her sword. Due to this being the one thing, the only thing, that was the only constant in her life while growing up and what happens when you grew up with the idea that the only thing of value had was your sword? You become IMMENSELY skilled with it.
This obsession, developed over many years, still grips her innermost heart and because of this she is a total blood knight. Cold, emotionally distant and detached from mortal affairs. She would cut you down without mercy if you challenged her and would enjoy it all the while. Things like morals, justice, good and evil...to Yamamoto they are worthless things, fit only to be cut away. In fact, her views on morals and justice are important to mention as well.
In her world? She cares not for the laws of her world, or even her own nation, only conforming to them for her own benefit. It is simply easier for her to survive if she makes certain concessions to the state; however, the moment doing so becomes a detriment to her goals she will cut it away. All Yamamoto does is cut. People, concepts, her own mortality. Anything and everything between her and the mastery she is pursuing will be cut away. What else can a sword do after all?
Now, in order to elaborate on Yamamoto's motivation and the true implications of it we need to explore it in greater detail by answering one question: what is the "Void of Mastery"? Simply put, it is a metaphorical level of skill where nothing at all exists. However, if it is a sheer void where nothing exists how can it be the pinnacle of skill she is aiming for? Simple: if zero is the concept that gives meaning to all other numbers then reaching this zero indicates you are simply beyond them.
Roleplay Sample:
- rp sample:
- “Hmm……. a bird…” Yamamoto muttered under her breath, silently and slowly rising to her feet. The sound of her sword unsheathing could be heard, a gentle hiss as her weapon was freed. Once one unsheathed their sword it could not be sheathed until its task was completed. To unleash a weapon without using it was the act of a coward, only playing at the role rather than living it. Yamamoto was not the same, not by a LONG shot.
She gripped her blade tightly, inhaling deeply and reaching inwards. Chakra burned through her body, flowing along the veins and reaching the metaphorical firing pins that were her limbs. Her body heat rose, blood vessels widening, and lungs expanded, inhaling deeply as her pulse increased. She detached herself from the world around her, metaphorical third eye opening as she extended her consciousness towards that void.
The world around her grew quiet, the feedback from her nerves died down and she may have ceased to exist. The building heat of her body was released in a sudden movement, the firing pins that were her muscles snapping with violent force. The sharp sound of steel cutting through flesh could be heard as the bird, having taken off from the tree branch, fell to the ground with a thud. A clean cut had severed head from neck, the blade clean of blood due to the sheer speed of which it had moved.
“Mmm…. I am still yet to reach that apex huh…?” She sighed softly to herself, looking down at the poor swallow that had served as her training subject. The swordsman felt little pity for the feathered creature bleeding beneath her gaze, more irked by herself than anything. Her rate of progress of slowed down considerably over the years at the academy, mostly due to her skill having developed to the point where sheer effort and repetition alone were no longer sufficient.
If she wished to re-experience that feeling, the sensation that had gripped her during her graduation exam, Yamamoto knew she needed an expert. Someone whose skill dwarfed her, who had reached that void were the only which existed was one’s skill with the blade. Suddenly, she was snapped back to reality, a disturbance causing her ears to prick up.
“Hey Yamamoto! You out walking the streets again?” It was her neighbour’s child, a youth boy of twelve, dark haired and blue eyed. In a sudden movement, Yamamoto sheathed her blade, performing a fanciful and unnecessary flurry intended to distract as she kicked the dead bird into a nearby bush.
“I am Yamaguchi-kun. You headed home from the academy?” They had, surprisingly enough, been fellow students at the academy albeit with many years between them due to the woman’s greater practice and age. She approached the youth, reaching her free hand out to gently ruffle his hair.
“Make sure you hurry home Yamaguchi-kun.” Her smile was gentle and soft, that of a caring parent or affectionate sibling. She retracted her hand, stifling an amused giggle as the youth gently batted her hand away.
“Yeah yeah…. I’ll see you later then Yamamoto!” And off the boy ran, heading down the opposite street back towards his house. The swordsman turned her gaze to the slowly setting sun, musing to herself softly. It was getting rather late and while the sword worn at her waist did not require sustenance, Yamamoto most definitely did. She soon followed Yamaguchi, heading down the same street he had taken. They were neighbours after all.
