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Post by Jena Hoshikuzu on May 29, 2014 13:53:44 GMT -7
Jena Hoshikuzu “Sorry I'm not made of sugar”
ALIAS
wrong place, wrong time
Jigoku no Shoujo | GENDER
Female | AGE
Nineteen | ZODIAC
Pisces | ORIENTATION
Heterosexual | BLOOD TYPE
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VILLAGE
Konohagakure no Sato
Missing-Nin | RANK
Chuunin
C-Rank Missing-Nin | CHAKRA AFFINITY
 Fuuton | PRIMARY STYLE
Genjutsu | CHAKRA COLOUR
Violet | KEKKEI GENKAI
 Meiton |
Although standing at 5'8" and weighting roughly about 145 lbs, Jena isn't really any near to possessing a menacing image. Her sleek glossy hair takes a jet-black palette, the shiny streaks falling straight from the scalp until reaching her refined jaw's level. A single lock of hair that resembles a sharp point infiltrates the face, overlapping it over the nose nonchalantly, and not bothering the sight range. Most admit that her face has an overall rare complexion, with the high cheekbones, sharp nose and thin eyebrows. Perhaps what is most bizarre of the girl are her striking magenta irises, a drastic contrast between the fragile pale skin and the dark void that is her hair.
The Missing-Nin, because of survival matter, adapted a fit build that could have only been achieved after months of rigorous exercise and excessive training. And boy, did she do all that stuff. While her muscles are unable to tone naturally, she is satisfied with her slender limbs and strong calves that willingly allow her to enjoy of that well-earned swiftness and agility. Even so, it is to be taken into account that her bones and nerves are forsakenly fragile, leading Jena to perfect her skills in the other styles rather than waste precious time on Taijutsu. Her left hand's palm is adorned with the signature mark of the Meiton Kekkei Genkai, which consists of two pure and vibrant crimson diamonds with black outline, the tinier lower diamond overlapping the bigger upper one.
Of course the girl wasn't blessed with the opportunity to salvage most of her clothing before her uttermost exile. Her attire, simply transfixing and rare, consists of a body-tight grey tank top, hidden by an exuberant black jacket where three pairs of white beastly claws protrude from the back (two emerge from the shoulder blades' position and folds over her shoulders and reach her collarbone; another pair strike out from her spine's mid-section and travel through the ribs and stops below her bust; and finally the last two come out from the same position as the last ones yet point downwards and ends at her waist line) and a lighter black legging form skirt accompanied by dark Shinobi zipped sandals. While the upper garments are either short-sleeved or no-sleeve-at-all, Jena's left arm is cosily protected by an arm-warmer that travels the skin until a few distance before the wrist, meanwhile her right arm proudly possesses her former Village's protector in the form of a white-clothed armband, not without a Kunai's cut crudely scratched upon the metallic symbol of Konoha.
Detailing in an obsessive excessive manner, Jena's right thigh has a Shuriken holster laced and attached to it, while her white belt holds two hip pouches on the right and an extra pouch dangling on the left. She is seen about wearing fingerless black gloves with holes where the knuckles accentuate, and a bright silver ring (the tiny diamond encrusted on it is of teal colour) decorates her left hand's middle finger. Wrapping it all up is a dull, dark gray cloak that has a white interior, and a chin-high collar with white outlines. It is used when Jena desires to go unnoticed because a cloak such as that is nothing close to being suspicious, of course.
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Ah, what a very complicated soul Jena is. Honestly it would be a waste of time, to list out all of the emotional unstable stages. It's not that she has a particular trauma or a silly brain issue. It's all about the choices shoved on one's face and the paths taken and explored in life that forge and build up one's true essence. Her better-left-unmentioned past is what moulded her loner, discordant and wandering heart. Let's start off with more simpler attributes, instead of bashing head-on to the complexity of her swinging.
So, terseness is a yes. Mixed up and boiled, the girl sees only what her eyes glimpse and nothing more. Should you try to persuade her otherwise, brace yourself for a storm of stubborn deductions and fiery insults. No hard feelings, but business is business after all. You either nod and follow, or fall behind. This goes stuck along her natural and innate ability to claim leadership on the situation. No one really understands how, it just happens. Consisting this aura of authority lies an iron will that never shatters and attentive senses. We can't forget that shockingly cunning and analytical mind of hers, especially brought out on field with the sole purpose to think and rethink sketches and plans. What would she do with nothing else to survive by? She needs that meticulous scanning every single time she breathes.
Jena is reckoned by her brutally destructive honesty, do not forget that. She doesn't think twice on this, and if she struggles to keep it in she won't resist for any longer. Everything goes, from comments to suggestions and even abuses. She has learnt to let it all go without much regret. Nonetheless, her lips remain sealed usually. If there's nothing to remark a silence will surely reign over the atmosphere. It's that sort of awkward dreadful emptiness that makes you wonder if it's actually a good idea to stroll by her. Although, there is no need to grow uneasy or intimidated because of this. It's that damned resentment that is utterly bleak and is reflected upon the Earth's surface in itself. Her chilly cold eyes glare at all hours, steady and ready to slit any menace apart. It may be the world's fault her parents are missing, and that not even as a baby was she granted the possibility to meet them.
That abyss is crossable, anyway. Or at least when you are precarious enough to build somewhat of a link with her. Jena secretly is glad to have somebody to walk about and relax properly. It's not exactly nice, having to clutch a Kunai in hand waiting on a chance to pounce. She does have her mommy/daddy trust issues, but they aren't focused on exaggeratedly as it would interfere too much with her rogue ways. All in all, Jena wants to live. Everything in life happens for a reason, so having broken ties with Konoha might have meant something for a near indecisive future...
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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 of the day she scavenged for traces of that long lost image of the fraternal and maternal figures, which only God knows why they had vanished so abruptly. And so many weeks went by, and at age six, the girl realised they weren't coming any time soon.
As a kid she walked. She scavenged the streets of Konohagakure, so the people around called the village, in search for a reason to move on. Up to now she was stripped of anything important, and was left to fend on herself alone without any solid income or food source. Resorting in minor thievery and tricking of ancient individuals to offer unneeded materials, Jena's heart kept beating. From the back of her mind she always saw herself sleeping on the cold harsh pavement, her magenta irises scanning the night sky and tears streaming quietly down her blank cheeks. Why her, of all souls? This repent tugged and clawed her heart each passing second. What was she to do, frail and weak? 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 where the supportive teachers, whom had taken into account the existence of a mysterious symbol edged on the girl's palm of the left hand. Passing exams and achieving acceptable grades were all that now mattered in her magenta eyes. 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 Kamui, 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 Genin 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. An envy-sick and prideful girl called Rayumi had always 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.
Foul luck only followed. Day by day did Rayumi try to bring Jena down and diminish her efforts to succeed. Fruitless, obviously, 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 Chuunin did it always step on her heels. Oh, her team? You would want to laugh hysterically if I told you. They were nothing more nor nothing else than Jena, Ichiro and Rayumi. Somehow managing to complete tasks and missions together, in a sprawled and messy fashion, the day in which Rayumi would burst had to eventually dawn. One night the envious girl had slyly followed Jena to her home (which was 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 swear of vengeance. She had had it up to now with this jealousy and rivalry.
Rayumi didn't understand what Jena's life was.
That night the home of Rayumi'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 Rayumi's which was soaked with the grieving and mourning of her loved ones. It wouldn't really have been possible if the Clan had been any bigger, made up of less than twelve members. 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. 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?
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☆ NAME
Puro
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N/A #ForeverOneCharacter
☆ FACE CLAIM
Bleach
Rukia Kuchiki, Hoshikuzu Jena
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Post by Umashi on Jun 1, 2014 1:04:21 GMT -7
Aye! Everything checks out! Welcome to the twerk team that is the Missing Ninja! Remember to create a Bingo Book post ICly, and if you haven't already post in face-claim (although I recall putting you in there, but in case you didn't.) Welcome to Elysium! (On a side note, you should contact me for plots. PM's or Skype if you have one.)
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