Post by Hinamori on Nov 27, 2018 19:13:27 GMT -5
Appearance: Hinamori stands at 5'3'' feet and weighs 120 pounds. She has a fair complexion and long, silky, straight and raven-colored hair, that reaches down to her knees. She has large eyes that match her hair color that can become as sharp as a knife, alongside young and soft features that often mask her otherwise sharp mind. Ever since she became a shinobi, Hinamori keeps her headband in an easy to spot pocket inside her clothes. She carries herself with grace and discipline. Her tone of voice is soft spoken and friendly, and her emotions rarely take over her warm and welcoming general demeanor. As a young adult raised in a very strict family, Hinamori often wears yukatas with extremely complex patterns that often have cultural meaning - the same goes for the obi that ties them, alongside a myriad of accessories. She prefers to use clothes with bright colors to make her hair stand out.
When in duty as a kunoichi, she prefers to wear lighter clothes with plain gray and brown colors. Her most notable attire is a gray short kimono with a fishnet top underneath (both sleeveless), gray arm and leg warmers, tight shorts and standard shinobi black sandals. No accessories can be seen, as they could be potentially taken advantage of. She wears three to four scrolls faced backwards and attached to her waist.
Clan/Bloodline Traits: TBA
Personality: Hinamori knows her way around people as the exchange of words in a formal setting from a very young age helped her develop a silver tongue. The same environment turned her into a person sharper than her jovial attitude may imply. Even so, not all of her polite and benevolent demeanor is a facade. She knows how to sell her medicineswith the rights words laced with sweet silver, but her actions often have good will behind them. She's a hard worker in general and strives to present her best to achieve her goals, whether it is to sell her goods or to improve herself. On top of being good-natured, she has an impressive ability to relate well with the people she interacts with, a trait she learned in her early years from her mother. Despite that, Hinamori has a hard time trusting others, though she tries her best not to come off as rude. With enough time and trust, Hinamori can show a natural attitude rather than the one fabricated by her family over the course of several years.
She is often teasing and mischievous towards her peers and is very fond of pranks and jumpscares, though she means no harm most of the time. Hinamori can be a rather competitive individual and won't think twice before using her sharp intellect and intuition to get and win what she wants. Her competitive trait also ties in with a pride developed over her childhood and well until her first few young adult days, as she is used to work on her own to achieve her own goals. Knowing that her efforts, and her efforts alone can accomplish grand feats fills her heart with determination.
Hinamori tries to remain open-minded and likes to receive input from her peers to evaluate her options and solve problems, rather than act on instinct and impulses alone, though that hasn't always been the case. For her, observation and analysis are second nature and her curious persona makes it hard for her to pass up on the chance of expanding her wisdom. In solitude, she is a logical and decisive individual; In company, she prefers to make use of her intuition and remain open to new information for further observation if possible.
In a more personal level, Hinamori is rowdy, playful, good-humoured and likes to express rather bizarre ideas, thoughts, and art that she often can’t under normal circumstances. Not many can appreciate the prospect of a painting that depicts a shinobi with a frog’s head, which is supposed to symbolize a better grasp of nature and understanding of creatures capable of communicating like humans, you know? Selling art is serious business. Above all else, she enjoys seeing reactions, whether these reactions are from a good joke, a horror story or disgust towards one of her awful paintings. In despite of these awkward traits, she treasures company as loneliness has been her only friend for several years of her life.
Last but not least, Hinamori is a person in tune with the world around her and believes it can improve with the right decisions, a trait she developed from interacting with animals capable of speech and the travelling stories shared by her mother. Because of that, she might often come off as selfless, a byproduct of her relationship with the world — though she’s very attentive to her environment and tries to improve it, she knows little of what's happening to her own feelings and her heart. This trait ties with a subconcious part of her that still harbors a lot of grudge towards the world, her clan, and the people around her, as ironic it may sound. These feelings are a vestige of her rather lonely past and how she could not perceive the world like others in her first few years. This hate for people and the world tends to surface when she's in a very, very, very stressful and angery day.
You could even call her a love-hater, get it? When she's like that, she acts much like an hermit and shuts herself to the outside world, preferring isolation.
— Origin —
奈良ひなもり. Bearing a name related to the vegetables of a forest in a sunny day, Hinamori was the elephant in the room from the moment of her birth. In order to understand her situation, one has to delve further back. It's well known in Numachigakure that the Nara clan has in the course of time taken care of the animals in the Nara forest, of which they considered as equals. Unfortunately, humans are creatures that are as greedy as they come, and said forest had to be protected several times in the past. Hinamori is the result of an innocent merchant woman getting lost in her way to Numachigakure in the Marsh Country.
Considering they were attacked a week prior, the animals of the forest did not take kindly to this and she ended up being attacked. Before the incident could turn into a disaster, members of the Nara clan arrived and managed to control the situation. Due to the damage dealt to her merchandise and the risk of losing her life, the clan took the foreigner under its care in order to take responsibility for the incident. Though the merchant and wanderer had recovered from her injuries to a certain degree, the incident had scarred her for life as her hands had received injuries they couldn't recover from.
In the end, she joined the clan, assisting the people of the forest with commerce matters by sharing her knowledge. At first, the young merchant had hated her fate, though she accepted it as things could've gone worse — she was lucky to be alive. Feeling like a bird in a cage and incapable of following her calling, she had a lot of resent and stress pent up. Until one fateful day where she met the current head of the Nara clan, whom, at first was interested in her for the information she could bring in.
This interest developed over time, and from a merely business perspective they eventually fell in love with each other. Though against the guidance of the elders, the Nara clan's head had planned a bright future for them. For so long had his family pestered him to find a partner to settle down and help nurture the next generation, yet there they were, against his own decision. The head of the can could only guess that that's just how families worked, and ignored their warnings of an ill omen that silently approached the Nara clan. But he was an optimist man. A logical one, but still one that strived to achieve the best result, unlike his partner's realist and goal focused approach to life. Despite all their numerous differences and couple squabbles, they could always find a middle ground in which they could build upon and develop the bridge to tomorrow.
Eventually, they married, and the merchant woman officially became part of the clan, though many fellow calnsmen were unhappy with such a turn of events. Many accused her of leaking information and spionage. Despite the clan's complaints, their love had brought upon the future mother signs that in time, their family would grow larger and happier. Basked in the joy of planning their future, they continued ignoring their elders. In their eyes, their child was the starting point of change for the better, as ever since the foreign woman became part of the clan, the overall situation of the clan had improved. They stood their ground for the most valuable thing for them --
Months flew by like the wind, but the few remaining weeks were as calm and slow as the water that flowed in the marshes of Numachi. Eventually, the day had come, the day where their child and heir would be born in this world, a thought that, to a certain degree, terrified the then young head of the Nara clan. He had expectations from their child, but the constant foreboding of the elders seemed to only get to him after so many years. Perhaps the warnings that came from elderly mouths held some ground?
The child was born, and it should go without saying that the father was delighted with the successful birth. Shortly after, however, the mother was formally accused of spionage, which some clansmen used fake evidence to prove their point. With the child on his arms, he could see her tiny head and hear her ear piercing cries. She was so precious to him and he wanted to protect her to the best of his abilities, but he couldn't help but fear for her future — their family's future. No matter how much he loved her, he needed a male child as his successor. All of his joy, thoughts and worries manifested through a mix of a happy yet anxious expression.
Something that he shared with his partner.
— Academy / Genin —
Though the details of her own early childhood is something she can't quite grasp precisely, Hinamori had a fairly common life. She grew up learning everything her mother could pass on to her precious child. She may not remember everything today, but they're still there; determination, power, knowledge, love, discipline, and so much more — all of them tucked deep within, which slowly but steadily shaped a great deal of what she would become someday. Unfortunately for her, she would soon learn that the brand new world beyond her mother's grasp was not as warm and welcoming. The clansmen, the children and even her father seemed so distant and indifferent with her. In an attempt to help her daughter to not give up, her mother would often say that she had to go through the same hurdles when she joined the Nara. Hinamori just wanted them to notice she existed. In the young Nara's eyes, the whole situation seemed to deprive her of her freedom.
Even if she was a sheltered young girl, she had her eyes on the world beyond the clan's safe haven. Often times, academy children from Numachi would receive classes near the entrance to the Nara forest. She could not approach them, as she was prohibited from doing so. Hinamori used to watch them from afar and observe how they acted, smiled, lived and trained hard for tomorrow. In times like these, the young Nara couldn't help but wonder —
The way those children lived; was that how freedom looked like?
Other than the occasional days these academy children would visit the forest for training, Hinamori’s routine was roughly the same over time. Study, take care of the animals and gardens, art practices, as well as secretly learning ninja knowledge from her mother, for self defense in case she’d ever need it.
Despite the adversities in the environment she grew up in, Hinamori turned out strong, determined, and slowly developed from a snot nosed brat into a beautiful woman. Thanks to the knowledge passed down to her from her mother, her medical achievements were spreading quickly within the Nara. Rumours would often tell she had an incredible ability to communicate with the various animals present in the forest. Even so, no matter how grand her achievements were, none of them ever seemed to impress the stoic and commanding head of the clan. Regardless of the result — stoicism was the answer.
Little did she know, however, that her father had to agree to a rather unfair compromise in the night of her birth. Hinamori was not meant to develop any ties with the clan head, and she would soon be tested to see if she had the intellect and intuition to make her own decisions and to prove, once and for all, that she and her mother were loyal to the clan. Whether she succeeded or not did not matter, as they had plans to make use of her regardless. If she succeeded, she could continue being a member of the clan — if not, she were to be treated like any woman and go through arranged marriage. Political power mattered now that the war between Shima and Numa had ended.
A month later, a noble under the Daimyo of the marsh country had arrived as a guest in the Nara clan. Although it was said he was only after medicine for his old and frail father, he happened to come upon Hinamori while on his search for the proper medicine and the young girl's long and pitch black hair entranced him at first sight. He remained in silence and continued on with his duties and political relations with the clan, but by the end of the day, the noble asked the head of the clan for a chance at an arranged marriage. Soon enough, a festival was held to celebrate the possible marriage between the two, but Hinamori calmly neglected his proposal. Her methods were blunt yet polite, and she deconstructed the man’s intentions with ease.
Carving her own path and doing so without ruining the clan’s relationship with the Daimyo was enough for her to become an official clan member, much like her mother. Her first step was to finally take part in a special introductory course to the academy, which she breezed through with ease thanks to the years of practice with her mother and the clansmen. She became a genin, though she was assigned to no teams due to her slightly advanced age compared to the rest, instead being supervised by one special jounin.
The start of her own path and becoming a genin was her first step stone. She learned to go against the flow of events when required and come to her own conclusions and decisions based on information she gathered.
— Chunin Exams —
Fast forward a year later, and even though she pleaded several times, her supervisor adamantly denied her request to take part in the chunin exams. In his eyes she was not ready and that frustrated the young Nara to a great degree. At that time, her mentor proposed something; seeing as she was a very creative woman with great potential, he challenged her to try and develop a jutsu of her own. With that in mind, Hinamori immersed herself in training and studying to improve herself even further and develop a new technique, her own technique.
Much like the art she was used to create, Hinamori concentrated into developing something that could easily be linked to herself. Yet, she could not an answer by herself, which frustrated the young woman even more. But then realization kicked in and she pieced the puzzle together; her answer was her inspiration - art. With that in mind Hinamori used her years of training to learn the shadow manipulation and her ability at using yin chakra nature to develop her own jutsu, which she succeeded in doing so, and she was thus given the permission to participate in the chunin exams.
Needless to say, she was not ready for the brutal nature of the chunin exams, and the lack of actual teammates made things even worse. She was defeated by another ninja team in the second phase and was extremely lucky to survive the ordeal. After receiving a great and angry lecture from her supervisor, Hinamori spent a couple more years training and doing missions for her village before attempting the exams a second time. She managed to pass the exams on her second try thanks to much better developed techniques and mental preparation to the violence the ninja world may entail.
She had learned from the chunin exams that there was no such thing as enough effort and sometimes, even clear goals. The events of the chunin exams were also essential to build her confidence in her techniques and resolve to push through dire circumstances.
— Special Jonin / Present Time —
After becoming a chunin, Hinamori had her horizon greatly expanded and received permission to access information that used to remain beyond her reach. Though she also received the possibility of leading a team of genin, Hinamori preferred to focus on her own growth instead and chose to continue serving the village on her own; at this point in time, she had no supervisor anymore. Becoming a chunin had also increased her prestige among her clansmen, as she managed to break the low expectation they had in the beginning. Her life as a chunin was rather uneventful; most of her missions happened in the immediate or nearby areas in Numachi and she acted as a medical nin for the most part. Her shadow manipulation and personal jutsu also granted much needed reliability and flexibility required in most of these missions.
Around three years after she became a chunin, an unknown pandemic had struck Numachigakure and majority of the population fell ill. Lethargy, pale skin, raspy voice and eventual coma became commonplace for two months as the few medically inclined people tried their best to trace back the cause of the symptons but managed to find no answers. Meanwhile, the rate of crimes increased to an all-time high, as several Marsh shinobi responsible for security had fallen ill. The critical situation required help from the Nara, who seemed to have been unaffected by the unknown disease so far, which caused much speculation about the origin of the medical problem. From insects to a mutant pathogen affected by chakra, there were several possibilities but no ways to tackle the problem.
It was then that Hinamori kindly asked a volunteer to become her guinea pig for some experiments. Although skilled in the arts of medicine, she was well-known to have very unorthodox methods for healing. After a lot of consideration, the higher ups responsible for Numachi's health allowed her to participate in the medicinal effort to combat the disease. From extremely rare herbs, elixirs and physical treatments, Hinamori tried almost everything she could think of that could help solve the issues. Needless to say, she failed much like her peers and managed to get not a single result or cue about the problem at hand. After much thought and consideration, the young adult went back to the drawing board. This time around, instead of assuming the problem at hand was not a disease, she started her experiments again.
Hinamori developed a variation on the genjutsu pills that had the opposite effect — pills that could cancel powerful genjutsu when ingested. At first, there were no signs of progress, and the Nara woman felt like ripping her hair out of her head after so many attempts at solving the issue; her subject entered the coma state shortly after. This time around things occurred differently, as the symptoms disappeared when they entered the coma and, most importantly, their chakra flow was being controlled. She had reached success into finding the real problem and now they only needed to find the perpetrator, but...
The village had no way to mobilize their troops that way as the village was in a highly vulnerable state. Hinamori then realized that she had work to do — a lot of it. After all, she needed three days on her own to create those pills. Time passed, and she saw no progress as her own efforts were not enough to put an end to such a large scale problem. It was at this point that it finally dawned on her she could not gather the amount of ingredients by herself, and her pride screamed in pain because of it. She was raised in a meritocratic environment and had always worked on her own, solving issues and problems she faced by herself. Having to ask for the help of several of the still active ninjas and fellow medical experts was something that required a lot of effort on her part. It hurt her pride and confidence on her own skills, but it was a necessary evil nonetheless. In the end, the young adult ended up enjoying the new experience in working together with teammates.
Several weeks later, it was found that the medium in which people were affected by a toxin was water, which caused the genjutsu to manifest and put the host to sleep. Many of the village's water sources were contaminated, but they all followed a pattern of infection, which eventually led to the hideout of a missing nin organization that wanted to take over the marsh village. They were also the ones responsible for the rise in crime rate that followed the 'pandemic'. The village quickly dealt with the missing nin organization. After the conclusion of the incident, Hinamori was promoted to special jonin under medical affairs.
From the incident, Hinamori learned about how crucial teamwork was for the shinobi world, albeit a bit late into her career, as that is what most shinobi learn first from their academy and genin days. Despite not quite considering herself a medical nin, the young adult accepted the offer and follows her duty diligently up to the present day. She still has her grudges and regrets, mostly involving her childhood and her non-existing relationship with her father, but she carries on.
What the future holds for her from here on out is a story for another time.
- Flat is justice!!1
- Has a thing for spicy food.
- Hermit in angry days.
- Is terrified of cats. When she was little, a stray cat lost in the Nara forest chased her for an entire afternoon much like a dog.
- Sings, dances, and knows a bit of tailoring.
- She also paints, but her paintings are comparable to eldritch horrors.
- TBA/WIP stuff wil be filled in later
It was a cold and long evening. At this time of the day, most clansmen were on their houses, taking the final preparations for a good night’s worth of sleep. The Nara were early birds, much like majority of the animals in the forest. Yet, in one of the many corners of the clan’s main building, a tiny figure was down on her knees, near the end of a corridor and glued to the wooden wall. It was the perfect spot for the young Nara to see the world and the people beyond her clan. On the other side, there was a large bonfire. Around it, several tents could be seen, and many children just as young as her were playing and commemorating a successful day of training. Among them was an adult, who seemed to try their best to calm them down — not that she could hear them, as they were a bit far for that.
Even at such a young age, Hinamori wasn’t one to complain about the cards dealt to her upon birth. As a daughter of someone from the outside, people often doubted her capabilities. Because of the strict security rules and fear of information being leaked, Hinamori and her mother were under heavy surveillance most of the time. Even so, she did not complain. She continued to strive to improve and impress the people of the clan, though that was a rather rare occurrence. Despite the rough environment, sh thought she enjoyed her daily life, that she was happy with it.
Why had her tiny hands been shaking so much? Why was it that watching them play, smile, compete and train for the days to come made her chest hurt? Why were tears rolling down her cheek, and her shoulders felt so heavy? Why, she wondered, that she could not have as much fun as those children in her own training…? Those were alien feelings to the young girl. Her tears continued to stream down her face and drop into the clay pot she held, which was full of medicine. Her black pupils focused down for a moment, noticing her tears could ruin the green paste. She couldn’t help but wonder if applying that medicine on her chest would stop the unknown pain.
In the distance Hinamori could hear footsteps approaching. In a desperate act to try and keep the most out of that scene in her mind, her eyes quickly returned to the small crevice in the wall, where she could see the cause of her pain. Even though it hurt, she wanted to know why. She wanted more.
“Hinamori-sama!” A hushed yet stern voice came from behind. “The fourth house had asked for the suika paste almost an hour ago!” The young Nara returned to reality as she could hear her mentor call out for her. An hour? Was she in that corner for so long?
The older woman approached and lightly pulled the young raven haired girl by her shoulders and turned her to see her face. In but a moment the mentor’s frown disappeared as her heart sank from seeing her pupil’s weared down eyes, with tears flowing non-stop. “... Come, they are waiting for us. We’ll have to wash your face before, though. Okay?” The young girl simply nodded in response as they walked away from the corner of the corridor.
The next day, the crevice was no more.
But the feeling in her chest remained and became the spark that turned the little girl into the woman she is today.