Name: Kazumi Yuki
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Village: Kirigakure
Rank: Genin
Title: N/A
Clan: Yuki
Bloodline: Hyōton
Element(s): Wind
Skill(s): Ninjutsu, Kenjutsu
Stats
Unique Abilities:
Appearance:
History: Kazumi was born into a passionate family, her father being an active Shinobi, her mother having been retired early due to an injury that left her unable to walk without a cane. Her father wished to see the Yuki spike in notoriety, to be a driving force in one of the clan's bursts of fame, to go out and conquest for glory and honor. Though, perhaps he made the mistake of forgetting to be so open about these desires. His daughter only misconstrued his passion about the clan as just that, simple passion and pride. She wouldn't dream of conquest and war but had a desire to uphold what she believed to be a named bound by honor.
Her own feelings would develop into a desire to protect. She wanted to be a defending force of the village in the name of the Yuki rathered than an invading force. At least, that's what she anticipated herself to be when she entered the academy. The idea of going to foreign countries didn't slip her mind. She figured that if she did dedicate herself to a life of being a kunoichi, she'd have to leave the country borders eventually. Though she never imagined for anything more than some sort of caravan guard job or something of the like.
Having graduated from the academy, Kazumi finds herself not striving for work to further her career and fame, but instead steers towards the grunt work that makes up the low ranking missions. Menial labor and what would be mostly considered something a friendly neighbor could do, she'd take it in a heartbeat and see it through with a smile.
Personality: Kazumi can often times come off as reserved and quiet. This is mostly due to her having to think of what she wants to say before saying it. While this prevents her from saying impulsive. When she does speak, however, it's either with short replies, or pauses between the other person speaking and her response. This can sometimes be misinterpreted as her having a cold persona altogether, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. She cares deeply for others and is empathetic to the core. She just has a lot of trouble verbalizing these feelings, just as she does with her own thoughts.
Roleplay Sample: Stars lit the night sky like flowers in a beautiful blossoming garden over the quiet village. Most of its residents had turned in for the day, leaving the idle sounds of nature to be the only thing the kunoichi could hear. Kazumi had decided to meditate on such a night, currently sitting down on the cold, snowy ground just behind her home. Her arms were raised and held out just in front of her, hands curled into fists and meeting at the middle of her chest, the backs of her hands facing outwards. A sheet of white covered her criss-cross legs, shoulders, forearms, and the top of her head, standing out among her otherwise dark outfit. It appeared as though for a good while the girl had been collecting snow on her person.
There was an almost statuesque stillness about the girl, the only movement being the rise and fall of her chest that synched with her breathing. If not for her warm breath visible in the cold air, one could perhaps even mistake her for dead. She sat this way for hours on end, the howling of the wind, the rustling of leafless trees, and the cold of a winter night being the only things to accompany her. Strangely enough, she only found comfort in the cold. It was unlike the comfort and solace one might get from a warm fire on such a night, though not an unwelcome sensation. Finally, the girl would move a muscle, giving yet another sign of life. Her lips slowly curled into a smile as a single thought crossed her mind. She hoped she could make it snow as beautifully as it was tonight.
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Village: Kirigakure
Rank: Genin
Title: N/A
Clan: Yuki
Bloodline: Hyōton
Element(s): Wind
Skill(s): Ninjutsu, Kenjutsu
Stats
- Strength: E
- Constitution: D
- Stamina: E
- Speed: C
- Coordination: D
- Intelligence: D
- Perception: D
Unique Abilities:
- One Handed Seals:
- Kazumi's knack for controlling and molding her own chakra has presented her the ability to use One Handed Seals. However, she loses one tier of coordination for the hand when weaving seals.
- Field Specialist:
- A passion for one's home brings out the best in them, and there's no better example of that than putting one's life on the line to defend it. When defending Kirigakure from invading forces, Kazumis rank counts as one higher for determining the auto-hit range against NPCs. Her rank counts for as one lower for the same factor when invading another country.
- Crafting Expertise:
- Kazumi's prowess with weaponry allows for her to craft weapons one rank higher than what someone with similar experience would be able to make. Though, she's picky about only working with high-quality material, typically increasing the total price of the project by 50%.
Appearance:
- Spoiler:
History: Kazumi was born into a passionate family, her father being an active Shinobi, her mother having been retired early due to an injury that left her unable to walk without a cane. Her father wished to see the Yuki spike in notoriety, to be a driving force in one of the clan's bursts of fame, to go out and conquest for glory and honor. Though, perhaps he made the mistake of forgetting to be so open about these desires. His daughter only misconstrued his passion about the clan as just that, simple passion and pride. She wouldn't dream of conquest and war but had a desire to uphold what she believed to be a named bound by honor.
Her own feelings would develop into a desire to protect. She wanted to be a defending force of the village in the name of the Yuki rathered than an invading force. At least, that's what she anticipated herself to be when she entered the academy. The idea of going to foreign countries didn't slip her mind. She figured that if she did dedicate herself to a life of being a kunoichi, she'd have to leave the country borders eventually. Though she never imagined for anything more than some sort of caravan guard job or something of the like.
Having graduated from the academy, Kazumi finds herself not striving for work to further her career and fame, but instead steers towards the grunt work that makes up the low ranking missions. Menial labor and what would be mostly considered something a friendly neighbor could do, she'd take it in a heartbeat and see it through with a smile.
Personality: Kazumi can often times come off as reserved and quiet. This is mostly due to her having to think of what she wants to say before saying it. While this prevents her from saying impulsive. When she does speak, however, it's either with short replies, or pauses between the other person speaking and her response. This can sometimes be misinterpreted as her having a cold persona altogether, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. She cares deeply for others and is empathetic to the core. She just has a lot of trouble verbalizing these feelings, just as she does with her own thoughts.
Roleplay Sample: Stars lit the night sky like flowers in a beautiful blossoming garden over the quiet village. Most of its residents had turned in for the day, leaving the idle sounds of nature to be the only thing the kunoichi could hear. Kazumi had decided to meditate on such a night, currently sitting down on the cold, snowy ground just behind her home. Her arms were raised and held out just in front of her, hands curled into fists and meeting at the middle of her chest, the backs of her hands facing outwards. A sheet of white covered her criss-cross legs, shoulders, forearms, and the top of her head, standing out among her otherwise dark outfit. It appeared as though for a good while the girl had been collecting snow on her person.
There was an almost statuesque stillness about the girl, the only movement being the rise and fall of her chest that synched with her breathing. If not for her warm breath visible in the cold air, one could perhaps even mistake her for dead. She sat this way for hours on end, the howling of the wind, the rustling of leafless trees, and the cold of a winter night being the only things to accompany her. Strangely enough, she only found comfort in the cold. It was unlike the comfort and solace one might get from a warm fire on such a night, though not an unwelcome sensation. Finally, the girl would move a muscle, giving yet another sign of life. Her lips slowly curled into a smile as a single thought crossed her mind. She hoped she could make it snow as beautifully as it was tonight.
