Post by Logical Insanity on Nov 4, 2006 13:11:53 GMT -5
Name: Hina Gatsu.
Gender: Female.
Age: 15
Appearance:
Personality: Hina Gatsu looks down upon everything. In her eyes, the world is nothing more then a burden. Black heart that is cold and corrupt, she allows no one to pierce and burrow under her skin. She wants nothing to do with anyone. She appears innocent, but really is so cynical on the inside; it would make even the devil flee. Apathetic and cold, her expression never betrays any hint of emotion. Hina next to never speaks, and when she does her words sound foreboding and evil. Most of the time she plays the quiet observer; a shadow in the background that sees all. She has a very sarcastic way of putting things, which is something you wouldn’t expect from someone her size. Hina also has a tendency to refer to herself in the third person. (Instead of saying “I’m bored,” it would be, “Hina is bored.”)
Hobbies: Training, reading.
Likes: Dark, her Shishou, training.
Dislikes: The police, her “family.”
Background: Beginning life, Hina’s parents were kind and accepting of their daughter… in appearance. Although they lived away from the main estate, the maids knew of their real opinion of their daughter. Soon, so would Hina. One day, at the age of seven, she came home to an empty house, all furniture and inhabitants gone.
Hina grew apathetic in school, disconnecting herself from her old friends and peers. One day, she didn't show up at all. Wandering aimlessly, the seven year old stumbled upon a dojo she'd never noticed before. Curiosity taking the better of her, she wandered inside. It was eerie, silent and empty... or so she thought until she stumbled across an old man, training alone. His sword moved in fluid patters, and the girl watched, awe struck. Hina sat and watched him for hours, sure that he hadn't noticed her due to the fact that her hadn't pointed her out. As the sky began to darken, he stopped, and said in a voice barely above a whisper, “You know... it's rude to spy on people, young one.”
Taken aback, Hina stumbled inside, apologizing profusely. The man raised his hand for silence, before asking her, “Does the sword appeal to you, child?” Hina nodded slowly, and touched the katana hesitantly as he held it forward. “Well... I can teach you the art, if you so wish.” So, instead of going to school, Hina would visit the dojo daily. Her Shishou learned of her home life... and soon of her curse. Instead of being disgusted, as she thought he would be, he promised to keep her secret.
By the age of fourteen, Hina’s skills had risen to that of an assassin. One day, as she arrived for her training as usual... only to be greeted by the police. Shishou had been arrested, under charges of having illegal weaponry. Hina was taken in, carefully making sure none of them saw her katana. Taken into foster care for a week, the police tried to get in to contact with her parents... to no avail. So, as a last resort, they sent Hina to her family's main estate.
Weapon(s): Katana, any type of sword.
Month Sign: October.
"Cursed" Appearance: A small deceivingly innocent looking, blonde cat.
Gender: Female.
Age: 15
Appearance:
Personality: Hina Gatsu looks down upon everything. In her eyes, the world is nothing more then a burden. Black heart that is cold and corrupt, she allows no one to pierce and burrow under her skin. She wants nothing to do with anyone. She appears innocent, but really is so cynical on the inside; it would make even the devil flee. Apathetic and cold, her expression never betrays any hint of emotion. Hina next to never speaks, and when she does her words sound foreboding and evil. Most of the time she plays the quiet observer; a shadow in the background that sees all. She has a very sarcastic way of putting things, which is something you wouldn’t expect from someone her size. Hina also has a tendency to refer to herself in the third person. (Instead of saying “I’m bored,” it would be, “Hina is bored.”)
Hobbies: Training, reading.
Likes: Dark, her Shishou, training.
Dislikes: The police, her “family.”
Background: Beginning life, Hina’s parents were kind and accepting of their daughter… in appearance. Although they lived away from the main estate, the maids knew of their real opinion of their daughter. Soon, so would Hina. One day, at the age of seven, she came home to an empty house, all furniture and inhabitants gone.
Hina grew apathetic in school, disconnecting herself from her old friends and peers. One day, she didn't show up at all. Wandering aimlessly, the seven year old stumbled upon a dojo she'd never noticed before. Curiosity taking the better of her, she wandered inside. It was eerie, silent and empty... or so she thought until she stumbled across an old man, training alone. His sword moved in fluid patters, and the girl watched, awe struck. Hina sat and watched him for hours, sure that he hadn't noticed her due to the fact that her hadn't pointed her out. As the sky began to darken, he stopped, and said in a voice barely above a whisper, “You know... it's rude to spy on people, young one.”
Taken aback, Hina stumbled inside, apologizing profusely. The man raised his hand for silence, before asking her, “Does the sword appeal to you, child?” Hina nodded slowly, and touched the katana hesitantly as he held it forward. “Well... I can teach you the art, if you so wish.” So, instead of going to school, Hina would visit the dojo daily. Her Shishou learned of her home life... and soon of her curse. Instead of being disgusted, as she thought he would be, he promised to keep her secret.
By the age of fourteen, Hina’s skills had risen to that of an assassin. One day, as she arrived for her training as usual... only to be greeted by the police. Shishou had been arrested, under charges of having illegal weaponry. Hina was taken in, carefully making sure none of them saw her katana. Taken into foster care for a week, the police tried to get in to contact with her parents... to no avail. So, as a last resort, they sent Hina to her family's main estate.
Weapon(s): Katana, any type of sword.
Month Sign: October.
"Cursed" Appearance: A small deceivingly innocent looking, blonde cat.
