Post by Jena Hoshikuzu on May 25, 2015 20:12:07 GMT -7
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biography Jena's childhood wasn't that of the clichéd tragic bedtime story. No, this was another level of solemn despair. Unlike others, the girl was welcomed perhaps alone into the world. Her parents, unknown for what she remembers or at least pictures them to be. In every inch of her conscience and every single second ticking away, she scavenged for traces of that long lost image of her fraternal and maternal figures, gods know why they had vanished so abruptly. And so time fluttered away like a butterfly's wings, and at age six, the girl realised they wouldn't appear any time soon. Throughout her childhood, her frail legs toured her around the roads and pavements of Konohagakure (so the people residing there named the massive village), perhaps as a motivation for her to find reason to her misery. Stripped of anything important and forced to fend on her own without food or shelter, she resorted to thievery and deceit to prevail over her struggle. Behind her eyes, she could only imagine herself resting on the rough streets, her magenta eyes scanning the night sky whilst tears streamed quietly down her blank cheeks. Why her, of all souls? The repent tugged and clawed at her heart each passing second. What was she to do, feeble and delicate? The plain sight of children joyfully screaming and chasing one another, before being brought back to reality by their parents' loving beckoning, equalled the hurt of a sword slashing through the lungs. An ache so unbearable, it was inhumane. It was then that a single thought lingered in that yet naïve brain of the girl's. To follow the route of a glorious shinobi; that was all there was left to do. She hadn't many options at the grasp of her hand, and to pledge allegiance to a cruel and devastating world was the only open door yet. She stepped through it, or through the Academy's doors to be exact. All of the children kept a close eye on the newcomer, since Jena wasn't known among the fake ranks of the young society. More as well she was an outsider. The only counsel left then were the supportive teachers, whom had taken into account the existence of a bizarre symbol edged to the palm of her left hand. Passing exams and achieving acceptable grades were all that now mattered in her perspective. But not for long. A boy of shimmering golden hair and round, glittering amber eyes approached her one day, when every other student sat at a considerable distance. He went by the name of Ichiro, and from that day on Jena realised the male had a persistence unmatched by any human abound. He visited her, offered shelter, gave her food and water. He even went as far as to gifting her a family's heirloom in the form of a silver ring with a teal gem. The female student was confused, truth to speak. If the boy had only done such things out of pity then there was no reason to accept the items. She would gain it all herself, in due time. But no, he just had to be lurking about, always worrying about her health and well-being. The peace that was emanated from Ichiro's spirit was... a favourable change, really. It was different to the dramatic calamity she had been suffering all along with, and she was perhaps a tiny bit relieved to have someone by her side. Again, things do not last long. Foul luck only followed. An envy-sick and prideful girl called Rin had yearned for the golden-haired boy's attention, and noticing the devoutness and loyalty spent on Jena alone made her fume nastily. No one wishes to tangle themselves in girl issues, and especially when it's about competition. Day by day did Rin try to bring Jena down and diminish her efforts to succeed. Fruitless, as expected, since the black-haired girl had expertly controlled the art of fooling and feigning ignorance. This caused even more rivalry between the two, not that Jena particularly cared anyway, as she had no special interest in plunging into a relationship at said age. Instead, the hardships of growing up stalked her, never ceasing. Even when she graduated as a genin did it always step on her heels. Oh, her team? It consisted of nothing more nor nothing else than Jena, Ichiro and Rin. Somehow managing to complete tasks and missions together, in a sprawled and messy fashion, the day in which Rin would burst had to eventually dawn. Jena was positive that would happen. On the other hand, Jena pushed on for her own sake against the Shinobi world. Her team sensei, a jounin by the name of Reizo, took her hand and accompanied her through the steps of becoming a strong-willed ninja. In the midst of missions and the likes, the black-haired girl travelled to the Training Grounds at dusk to practise her skills, being precariously spied upon by the Reizo man. She was intent to demonstrate everyone she was not worthless, useless to the country. Despite her despise to the ninja system and the earth itself, she had been born anyway and her task at hand was to be something. She existed, and she was going to fulfill that existence. In order to accomplish this, countless times she dropped exhausted on the ground, draining herself from repeating techniques and poses yet never giving in to her tire. After a week beholding the far-fetched resolve of his female student, Reizo approached her in on one of her solitary training sessions. He then went ahead and joined in a sensei-student fight to test her skills. Admirably, she had become potent and much more fierce in her methods, if truth be told. The jounin decided it was time she became competent in her dormant Kekkei Genkai, the Dark Release, as he had narrated to her that day. It was a difficult task to unite volunteers for her to rehearse the Meiton the first couple of times. It seemed Ichiro was the first one to attend to these trainings, even if he would pummel to the soil accidentally, since she had no control over her powers at first. What commitment, no? As she grew more adept to it, other Konoha-nin offered their services only to be spectators of such a magnificent yet terrifying advanced release. In spite of her beginner skills, Jena went off-track to sketch down possible new jutsu to develop the Meiton, and could successfully flesh them out on field when she held certain mastery of it. People then began to nickname her 'Hell Girl' (地獄の少女, jigoku no shoujo) and Black Cat (黒い猫, kuroi neko), not only because of her ominous chakra, but because of her nightmarish tendencies with her techniques to cause torment to all those she confronted. However, her reputation grew. She showed excellent discipline and results with her missions, pushing aside Rin's interfering. In no time the Chuunin Exams made their way to the Shinobi world, and rounding up her team, they participated. Tackling through the stages of the exam and pleasing the authorities with her mind and tactics, Jena ascended to chuunin rank. The girl then pledged silently to herself; she was forgiven with the option to serve, to be loyal to those governing above her. That is what her life came to be, and with the realisation dawning upon her, she made a promise to become what no ninja could have ever attained. She embarked on a journey to find her nindou. Back on time, she was assigned many tasks and missions to assess and experiment with her skills, something Jena wasn't joyous of partaking in. She leaned more to those duties involving sneakily infiltrating bases, cunningly recollecting information, daringly spying and the riddance of 'traitorous' shinobi. Her distinction and quality had resurfaced her name amongst Konohagakure no Sato, but this time they were not speaking foully of her. She had gained what could be esteem or regard for her entity, approving of her unwavering tenacity. And deep within, she admitted she liked how people would visualise her as grand, albeit they were horrified of her future and her ever so distant personality. The news of her reputation expectedly flooded the hidden village. Ichiro, whom she had went with in so many assignments, thoroughly congratulated her and attempted to share his glee for her progress. On the other side, although, Rin bickered. She did not understand how someone as her could win this lifestyle with sheer willpower. The jealous female continuously degraded Jena to no avail, all the while being discouraged by her male teammate. Yet Rin wasn't the brat to let things slide off her as simply as put. One night the envious girl had deviously followed Jena to her home (an abandoned traditional-styled home she had claimed for herself) only to severely confront her. Not verbally, but physically. Proving herself a worthy adversary, the orphan girl defeated the other, only to earn a furious vow of vengeance. She had had it up to now with this jealousy and rivalry. A glint of uncontrollable and irrational fury sparked awake that moment. Why did she have to get in her nerves, in her life, provoke her like that? What did she care about her anyway? Ranks, fame, names, glory, leadership... It was all worthless to her that second on. She tried so hard to dust off her mind and indulge in that painful reality, but there was Rin. Always trying to be one step ahead, always trying to be above her. She thought because she had people who loved her, because she was spoiled and got away with her own, because she was Rin, she may do as she pleases and no sick, lonely and twisted bastard girl with no one to love her shall diminish her shine. Rin didn't understand what Jena's life is. That night the home of Rin's clan had burst suspiciously into flames. The strong blazes painted the navy blue sky, and the cries of the innocent victims split the silence. Many lives were taken mercilessly, except for that of Rin's which was soaked with the grieving and mourning of her loved ones. It was a remarkable feat for her to wipe-out a minor clan, yet it wasn't undergone with ease. Jena sat upon a distant roof, observing the flickering orange and red and crying as well. Not because of the losses, but because of what she had become. She knew what had to be done now, all fingers pointing at her as the prime suspect. She had cornered herself to a route of lonesome travelling. It wouldn't be safe any more even inside the walls she had learnt to coexist with. The only solution presented to her was to turn back on the village she had sworn loyalty to, and vanish forever. Maybe one day she would be back. Who knows? Days waned on, and Jena was yet alone. It was her fate and demise; ever since she was born she had been on her own. And now, she changed. It changed her. She no longer showed interest for having left behind Reizo and Ichiro and the whole of Konohagakure. She deduced that they were never friends of hers, and they were most surely pulling her strings like a well-thought marionette. Guess what? Pinocchio got a new pair of lovely scissors to rip himself out of his misery. In a similar manner, she cut her puppet strings, and walked far, far away. Reality had spat so many times on her face, but now, she wasn't going to let that happen any more. What once was her quiet and innocent façade shrivelled and withered to a cruel, gelid core of voracity. Leaf ninja scouted for her out of nowhere, hunting her down for the 'safety' of their homeland, considering a user of a powerful Kekkei Genkai was set loose. In the beginning, it was all a matter of self-defence, yet cut-throating mercenary after mercenary built a masquerade over her. She'd grin slyly at the lapping noise her sandals made when she'd step on the sticky crimson pouring out of the fallen. They deserved it, they all deserved that. Konohagakure was facing a menace, a conscious threat that yearned to show them what they had raised all along. Nothing but a monster. With this new life came new necessities. The Missing-nin had to find a solid income and things to keep her moving. She had to grow even more stronger, she had still much of her road to walk on. Sure, the monotonous ambushes and annoying raids did manage to get her active, yet she wasn't about to flee forever. No, she had to do something, something big. Important enough to cause her name to surge again. This time, as a spine-chilling reminder. You and I shall agree she was about to commence a suicide mission out of despair to satisfy her clouded wishes. Her real intentions were yet hazy to her eyes, and so that plan was barely an attempt to decipher her own self's ambitious desires. To her amusement, many other Nukenin scattered among the lands fancied stray ninja disposing to get their hands dirty in exchange of favours and money. It sufficed for some weeks, yet the title of 'pawn' did not suit her when she pondered about it. So, you might wonder, what did our dear orphan do respectively? Her first step was to gather information against the Hidden Leaf Village, and, to do so, she had to strike from the outside. Come what may, the Missing-nin wasn't ready to plunge into said strategy just yet. She had still much to learn and experience, allegiances and hostilities to establish as well as intimidating her former home as a forewarning of her future vengeance. First things first, she had to get ready for her master-plan. What might cross paths with her in the meantime, is a story you and I are set to discover on our own from then on. | ooc info  ☆ NAME puro ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS #foreveronecharacter #orz ☆ FACE CLAIM BLEACH Rukia Kuchiki, hoshikuzu jena THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO PURO. DO NOT STEAL. |
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