Post by Saku Hinamora on Jun 5, 2007 12:19:30 GMT
Player Details
Name: Dani
Email:genova_synthesis@msn.com
Age: 16
Sex: Female
From: Morpeth, England
Character Details
Name: Saku Hinamora
Age: 16
Sex:Female
Faction: Imperial
Appearance: Saku was born with a remarkable condition named heterochromia Iridis a condition which gives the sufferer a rather unusual difference in irises. Her eyes contrast starkly, the left a deep, forest green while the right is a light, sandy yellow, lined by a brown so dark, it could be black. The difference is obvious, even at a distance and often provides those around her with a deep fear and disturbance, whispers passing through the surrounding crowd.
Her hair is long, naturally srtraight, falling flat and reaching nearly all of the way down her back. Black as coal, each of the fine hairs shines although she does nothing with it but washing it. It falls about her face much of the time, perfectly straight, it is totally unable to hold a curl and any attempt made to change it’s natural state will only result in it falling out within twenty minutes.
Her eyebrows, just as dark as her hair, are naturally fine, although she pays little attention to them, they simply arch gracefully and naturally, the highest point rather close to the centre rather than the edge as is more popular for women. Her eyelashes are similar, long and thick, they curl very little, and cover her mismatched eyes somewhat.
Her skin, despite being outside much of the time, conducting the business that she is asked to, stays perfectly white, without being marred by freckle or mole. Whatever sunlight she allows to touch her is not for long periods, before she retreats back into the nearest shade. The skin around her eyes, despite her lack of sleep, does not bear the shadows that the older get, just as white as the rest of her skin, showing no mark of her affliction.
Her facial features are clean-cut and smooth; a gently rounded jaw line meets high cheekbones, a slender, fine nose and almond eyes lined with lustrous dark eyelashes. Her forehead is straight although her soft hair mostly covers it. The small ears are neatly swept back, again, covered by the hair that frames her face. The final detail to be noted about her face is the teeth, seemingly straight and perfect, they are not all that they appear, her canines are ever so slightly pointed, coming only a little further down than her other teeth although it is barely perceivable.
Although she is young, it seems she has reached a stage where she will no longer grow beyond her height, reaching about 5”9, her seemingly small stature and still childlike figure adds to her darkness, if those around her can understand her past history. Innocence should like on a girl of her age, but instead there seems to be nothing, or perhaps impassiveness.
She tends to wear clothing that best suits her needs, regardless of what other people think of them. One thing she is never without are her gloves, black leather, with thin but powerful padding on the palm. The gloves are not identical as most pairs are however, the left glove is by far longer, when she puts it on it cover just up to her elbow. This glove also has no fingers, her flesh exposed from just below the first joint in her finger. The right-handed glove is smaller, just covering her wrist, the fingers on this glove are full, protecting her whole hand from the vicious bite of the wires she wields as weapons.
The rest of her outfit usually consists of a variety of black shirts and trousers or skirts, with no particular style or reason. She usually goes unadorned, lacking both makeup and jewellery for the simple reason that it gets in the way, although sometimes she allows herself a pair of small earrings, talon shaped hooks belying her cold and hard nature.
Personality: Saku boasts a silent, unsociable demenour, preferring her own company to that of anyone else around her. She seems well spoken enough and highly articulate when it comes to expressing herself, but she does not often grant people with the insight that they can use against her
Her inapproachable nature often means that she is excluded from any group activities, the people in the surrounding area drawing away from her cold stare and the feeling that surrounds her, a murderous intent. Her opinion is not often given on subjects as she is not often willing to talk about it, and she does not easily get fired up about other people’s opinions, they are only opinions after all. But she will not stand anyone being rude or impolite to her, and is surprised at the weakness of others when they allow it.
She is guarded about any part of herself, but perhaps in more fear, she holds close her heritage, and very few know her background previous to The Brethren. Because of this she is often accused of being aloof, even to those she has spent many years around. Of course they are perfectly correct, and those that have known her for some time, know that it isbest just to allow her to disconnect, and they usually put up with her mood. Not only is she cold, but also highly stubborn, although it does not seem that way, she does not often participate in anything that does not have her direct approval, and if people try to change her mind on certain matters they will find themselves with cold eyes glaring at them in front and sharp wires wrapped around their throats.
some of the things that has no relevance to her, are the ages, races or whatever factor of a persons upbringing, she does not have a concept of class, does not treat people as if they belong to different levels, even her superiors have to accept her talking to them as equals, lest they loose her respect and protection.
She is not known for her freetime activities, although she does spend much of her time reading, and sometimes, drawing. Her skill with wires and other weapons boasts the fact that she must often train to keep so fit, but very few ever see her training, as she feels it is something that must be done alone. She is also prone to listening to music, often going to concerts and such like, one of the few things that she needs other people to do, as she cannot even tune an instrument, nevemind play.
Her drawings are always exact copies of life, never changed much from the original scene. She cannot draw without having something to draw from, as if she lacks the imagination to invent any such piece.
She is far from empathic, her own cold moods mean that she finds it hard to understand why anyone else could be upset by certain things and often when they are, she does not care in the slightest.
Strengths: Her icy demenour and pure dislike for other people makes her the perfect assassin and although she is young, she is cynical and will not rely heavily on other people to complete tasks, unless specifically asked. Her realistic approach to life makes her a good stratagist and she is not easily lead into bad situations.
Were as both a woman, and being very young, she lacks much in the way of strength, but she makes up for that in pure speed, agility, intelligence and skill. She is skilled with her weapon of choice, using it rather than any other weapon out there, if she pulls the wire tight enough, it will slide through the barrel of a gun, quickly solving such disadvantages. Although she often uses other things such as kunai with loops in the end to thread on her wires, she does not favour large or heavy weapons and sticks to the lighter and smaller itemds.
Weaknesses: Although she is fast and light, quick to dodge attacks and fast to defend, she is not strong, and this can lead to some problems if it comes to head on fight. Her intelligence and her skill is the only thing that will win her thought and therefore she sticks to the shadows when she is fighting, staying out of sight and out of mind.
Her cold nature means that she cannot trust other people to help her, often meaning that she has to work twice as hard to do it on her own. She also has the bad habit of annoying both superiors and those around her, and does not make friends quickly, meaning most would turn on her in a heartbeat.
History: She was born to a seemingly normal family, although her mother was on her own. Saku’s father had left when the mother was pregnant, needing ‘time to think’. This was hard on her mother and she struggled to earn enough money to feed them both. She was an only child, and when she was born, her mother was injured, and thought that she could not have another child.
It was apparent from the first two years that Saku was abnormal. She would not play with other children, she did not speak unless she had to, she would not ask to be held and never asked for anything, whether she was hungry or not, she would not ask for food. As a baby she did not cry, she did not cling to her mother as most might. It made things very difficult for her mother, and there was very little in the way of a maternal bond developing.
This behaviour continued into childhood. She would not ask for anything, and if she was not able to get it herself, she would do without, rather than ask anyone. She would not socialise with children, or adults and would not offer information about herself, even when asked. When a teacher might ask her name or age, she would simply reply, “That information is my own and I give only to those that deserve it.” When her mother would hear about this incident, she would shout at her daughter, and sometimes hit her. The child would not cry, simply stood and allowed herself to be hit, but her mother could feel the dangerous intent building up, although nothing ever happened.
When she was four, her father returned, and in an instant, he was back with her mother, as if they had never split up. From the first day she stared at him, he knew that he disliked this child of his. She was no child of his, she couldn’t be. And so, he instantly began to try for another child with her mother, and his attempts were successful. Within the first month of being back, the woman was pregnant again, much to her surprise as she believed she could never conceive again. She was overjoyed and often told her daughter so, that she would have a new little brother or sister to play with, and then she could get over this silly depressing mood.
But when the baby was born, things did not improve with Saku. In fact she did not change at all. She was often left with the responsibility of looking after her new baby brother, and she did as she was told, but could not understand why he cried and screamed out for his mother or father.
As she grew, year by year her father would focus more attention on the little boy that was his own son, her mother looking after this wonderful child that wanted, that cried, that laughed and giggled. Saku Stood alone now, her family looking after the child that they adored over her. She was never mistreated, but she was not accepted, and this didn’t seem to bother the child.
It was, in her ninth year that something changed. Something told her that she was stronger than it seemed, that she didn’t need these people. Her parents were arguing one evening and she walked in to meet them. They shouted at her telling her to go back to bed and leave them be. She simply stood, doing nothing, and watching them.
This infuritted her father who leaned close to her and told her if she didn’t leave, he would throw her out of the room to her bedroom himself. It was then that it happened. She took a knife from the kitchen table and pushed it into her father’s throat.
Her mother ran over, screaming and shouting and in an instant she sliced open her mother’s stomach, watching the blood flow as she fell to her knees. Then she understood the argument, her mother was pregnant again, the wash of blood from her womb telling her that. She stood and watched as her mother died in a pool of her own blood, not turning around until she heard the voice of her younger brother.
He stood in the doorway, crying and screaming, staring at the blood that soaked her sister, at the knife she held in her hands and at the corpses of his mother and father. The nine year old walked up to her brother, stood in front of him and took his hand. There she left a long slash across his palm, her only gift to him, and walked out into the night.
It was then that she disappeared from normal society, found by another. A man had heard of this killing, and he was looking for her, wondering why the child had destroyed her parents, he was doing a study of psychopathic tendancies. And he found her, after a year of searching, he found her, on her own training in a forest, covered in slashes and wounds, wires hanging from her hands as she stood in front of a tree, bark and wood falling off as if it had been flayed by a Cat o Ninetails.
He spoke to her, and he took her with him, making a study on her behaviour. It was then that The Brethren discovered her. It was fouind that she had killed since her parents, simply not understanding the value of a human life, and it made her the perfect experiment.
They took her in, and she was trained, trained to fight, to kill, and to survive.
Sample Rp: The music had throbbed through the air, and to Blake, is felt as though her own heart beat was matching this unsteady fast rhythm, racing at a speed beyond the normal. But this did not continue for long, and soon she was calm, returned to her natural state, aided by the cool sip of orange juice, the condensation on the glass running down the palm of her hand.
As the usual bar noises filtered back into existence, as if the volume had been turned up on a television, she realised that the music was fading., the final guitar riff echoing out under the sound of hysterical laughter. She turned around once more, swivelling in her seat to see the pair of dancers that stood, laughing, the man far more reservedly than the woman he kept his company with. A smile crept over Blake’s face as she watched them although she wasn’t sure why.
Her eyes returned back to the glass that sat in front of her, the bright liquid reflecting the glow of a light above her, a small draft swinging it slowly from side to side distractingly, the light catching her eyes. She watched the young woman that had not so long ago, been dancing with a skill that amazed her. She was chatting and smiling, a happy person at heart, or so it seemed to Blake.
But suddenly aware she was probably staring, she looked down again sharply, staring at her glass of juice as if she could see the future down in the opaque depths. But it was not long before her eyes searched for something else to focus on and strayed along the bar of their own accord, glancing over to the young man that had sat down, watching him hand over the money for his drink in a glimmer of gold.
There was something odd about this man, or perhaps more about her. She felt different, an icy shiver ran down her back and was greeted by a warm glow that seemed to appear in her depths. She took a slow drink of her juice, putting the glass down. Her right hand clasped about her wrist as she debated what she was to do, if anything.
Name: Dani
Email:genova_synthesis@msn.com
Age: 16
Sex: Female
From: Morpeth, England
Character Details
Name: Saku Hinamora
Age: 16
Sex:Female
Faction: Imperial
Appearance: Saku was born with a remarkable condition named heterochromia Iridis a condition which gives the sufferer a rather unusual difference in irises. Her eyes contrast starkly, the left a deep, forest green while the right is a light, sandy yellow, lined by a brown so dark, it could be black. The difference is obvious, even at a distance and often provides those around her with a deep fear and disturbance, whispers passing through the surrounding crowd.
Her hair is long, naturally srtraight, falling flat and reaching nearly all of the way down her back. Black as coal, each of the fine hairs shines although she does nothing with it but washing it. It falls about her face much of the time, perfectly straight, it is totally unable to hold a curl and any attempt made to change it’s natural state will only result in it falling out within twenty minutes.
Her eyebrows, just as dark as her hair, are naturally fine, although she pays little attention to them, they simply arch gracefully and naturally, the highest point rather close to the centre rather than the edge as is more popular for women. Her eyelashes are similar, long and thick, they curl very little, and cover her mismatched eyes somewhat.
Her skin, despite being outside much of the time, conducting the business that she is asked to, stays perfectly white, without being marred by freckle or mole. Whatever sunlight she allows to touch her is not for long periods, before she retreats back into the nearest shade. The skin around her eyes, despite her lack of sleep, does not bear the shadows that the older get, just as white as the rest of her skin, showing no mark of her affliction.
Her facial features are clean-cut and smooth; a gently rounded jaw line meets high cheekbones, a slender, fine nose and almond eyes lined with lustrous dark eyelashes. Her forehead is straight although her soft hair mostly covers it. The small ears are neatly swept back, again, covered by the hair that frames her face. The final detail to be noted about her face is the teeth, seemingly straight and perfect, they are not all that they appear, her canines are ever so slightly pointed, coming only a little further down than her other teeth although it is barely perceivable.
Although she is young, it seems she has reached a stage where she will no longer grow beyond her height, reaching about 5”9, her seemingly small stature and still childlike figure adds to her darkness, if those around her can understand her past history. Innocence should like on a girl of her age, but instead there seems to be nothing, or perhaps impassiveness.
She tends to wear clothing that best suits her needs, regardless of what other people think of them. One thing she is never without are her gloves, black leather, with thin but powerful padding on the palm. The gloves are not identical as most pairs are however, the left glove is by far longer, when she puts it on it cover just up to her elbow. This glove also has no fingers, her flesh exposed from just below the first joint in her finger. The right-handed glove is smaller, just covering her wrist, the fingers on this glove are full, protecting her whole hand from the vicious bite of the wires she wields as weapons.
The rest of her outfit usually consists of a variety of black shirts and trousers or skirts, with no particular style or reason. She usually goes unadorned, lacking both makeup and jewellery for the simple reason that it gets in the way, although sometimes she allows herself a pair of small earrings, talon shaped hooks belying her cold and hard nature.
Personality: Saku boasts a silent, unsociable demenour, preferring her own company to that of anyone else around her. She seems well spoken enough and highly articulate when it comes to expressing herself, but she does not often grant people with the insight that they can use against her
Her inapproachable nature often means that she is excluded from any group activities, the people in the surrounding area drawing away from her cold stare and the feeling that surrounds her, a murderous intent. Her opinion is not often given on subjects as she is not often willing to talk about it, and she does not easily get fired up about other people’s opinions, they are only opinions after all. But she will not stand anyone being rude or impolite to her, and is surprised at the weakness of others when they allow it.
She is guarded about any part of herself, but perhaps in more fear, she holds close her heritage, and very few know her background previous to The Brethren. Because of this she is often accused of being aloof, even to those she has spent many years around. Of course they are perfectly correct, and those that have known her for some time, know that it isbest just to allow her to disconnect, and they usually put up with her mood. Not only is she cold, but also highly stubborn, although it does not seem that way, she does not often participate in anything that does not have her direct approval, and if people try to change her mind on certain matters they will find themselves with cold eyes glaring at them in front and sharp wires wrapped around their throats.
some of the things that has no relevance to her, are the ages, races or whatever factor of a persons upbringing, she does not have a concept of class, does not treat people as if they belong to different levels, even her superiors have to accept her talking to them as equals, lest they loose her respect and protection.
She is not known for her freetime activities, although she does spend much of her time reading, and sometimes, drawing. Her skill with wires and other weapons boasts the fact that she must often train to keep so fit, but very few ever see her training, as she feels it is something that must be done alone. She is also prone to listening to music, often going to concerts and such like, one of the few things that she needs other people to do, as she cannot even tune an instrument, nevemind play.
Her drawings are always exact copies of life, never changed much from the original scene. She cannot draw without having something to draw from, as if she lacks the imagination to invent any such piece.
She is far from empathic, her own cold moods mean that she finds it hard to understand why anyone else could be upset by certain things and often when they are, she does not care in the slightest.
Strengths: Her icy demenour and pure dislike for other people makes her the perfect assassin and although she is young, she is cynical and will not rely heavily on other people to complete tasks, unless specifically asked. Her realistic approach to life makes her a good stratagist and she is not easily lead into bad situations.
Were as both a woman, and being very young, she lacks much in the way of strength, but she makes up for that in pure speed, agility, intelligence and skill. She is skilled with her weapon of choice, using it rather than any other weapon out there, if she pulls the wire tight enough, it will slide through the barrel of a gun, quickly solving such disadvantages. Although she often uses other things such as kunai with loops in the end to thread on her wires, she does not favour large or heavy weapons and sticks to the lighter and smaller itemds.
Weaknesses: Although she is fast and light, quick to dodge attacks and fast to defend, she is not strong, and this can lead to some problems if it comes to head on fight. Her intelligence and her skill is the only thing that will win her thought and therefore she sticks to the shadows when she is fighting, staying out of sight and out of mind.
Her cold nature means that she cannot trust other people to help her, often meaning that she has to work twice as hard to do it on her own. She also has the bad habit of annoying both superiors and those around her, and does not make friends quickly, meaning most would turn on her in a heartbeat.
History: She was born to a seemingly normal family, although her mother was on her own. Saku’s father had left when the mother was pregnant, needing ‘time to think’. This was hard on her mother and she struggled to earn enough money to feed them both. She was an only child, and when she was born, her mother was injured, and thought that she could not have another child.
It was apparent from the first two years that Saku was abnormal. She would not play with other children, she did not speak unless she had to, she would not ask to be held and never asked for anything, whether she was hungry or not, she would not ask for food. As a baby she did not cry, she did not cling to her mother as most might. It made things very difficult for her mother, and there was very little in the way of a maternal bond developing.
This behaviour continued into childhood. She would not ask for anything, and if she was not able to get it herself, she would do without, rather than ask anyone. She would not socialise with children, or adults and would not offer information about herself, even when asked. When a teacher might ask her name or age, she would simply reply, “That information is my own and I give only to those that deserve it.” When her mother would hear about this incident, she would shout at her daughter, and sometimes hit her. The child would not cry, simply stood and allowed herself to be hit, but her mother could feel the dangerous intent building up, although nothing ever happened.
When she was four, her father returned, and in an instant, he was back with her mother, as if they had never split up. From the first day she stared at him, he knew that he disliked this child of his. She was no child of his, she couldn’t be. And so, he instantly began to try for another child with her mother, and his attempts were successful. Within the first month of being back, the woman was pregnant again, much to her surprise as she believed she could never conceive again. She was overjoyed and often told her daughter so, that she would have a new little brother or sister to play with, and then she could get over this silly depressing mood.
But when the baby was born, things did not improve with Saku. In fact she did not change at all. She was often left with the responsibility of looking after her new baby brother, and she did as she was told, but could not understand why he cried and screamed out for his mother or father.
As she grew, year by year her father would focus more attention on the little boy that was his own son, her mother looking after this wonderful child that wanted, that cried, that laughed and giggled. Saku Stood alone now, her family looking after the child that they adored over her. She was never mistreated, but she was not accepted, and this didn’t seem to bother the child.
It was, in her ninth year that something changed. Something told her that she was stronger than it seemed, that she didn’t need these people. Her parents were arguing one evening and she walked in to meet them. They shouted at her telling her to go back to bed and leave them be. She simply stood, doing nothing, and watching them.
This infuritted her father who leaned close to her and told her if she didn’t leave, he would throw her out of the room to her bedroom himself. It was then that it happened. She took a knife from the kitchen table and pushed it into her father’s throat.
Her mother ran over, screaming and shouting and in an instant she sliced open her mother’s stomach, watching the blood flow as she fell to her knees. Then she understood the argument, her mother was pregnant again, the wash of blood from her womb telling her that. She stood and watched as her mother died in a pool of her own blood, not turning around until she heard the voice of her younger brother.
He stood in the doorway, crying and screaming, staring at the blood that soaked her sister, at the knife she held in her hands and at the corpses of his mother and father. The nine year old walked up to her brother, stood in front of him and took his hand. There she left a long slash across his palm, her only gift to him, and walked out into the night.
It was then that she disappeared from normal society, found by another. A man had heard of this killing, and he was looking for her, wondering why the child had destroyed her parents, he was doing a study of psychopathic tendancies. And he found her, after a year of searching, he found her, on her own training in a forest, covered in slashes and wounds, wires hanging from her hands as she stood in front of a tree, bark and wood falling off as if it had been flayed by a Cat o Ninetails.
He spoke to her, and he took her with him, making a study on her behaviour. It was then that The Brethren discovered her. It was fouind that she had killed since her parents, simply not understanding the value of a human life, and it made her the perfect experiment.
They took her in, and she was trained, trained to fight, to kill, and to survive.
Sample Rp: The music had throbbed through the air, and to Blake, is felt as though her own heart beat was matching this unsteady fast rhythm, racing at a speed beyond the normal. But this did not continue for long, and soon she was calm, returned to her natural state, aided by the cool sip of orange juice, the condensation on the glass running down the palm of her hand.
As the usual bar noises filtered back into existence, as if the volume had been turned up on a television, she realised that the music was fading., the final guitar riff echoing out under the sound of hysterical laughter. She turned around once more, swivelling in her seat to see the pair of dancers that stood, laughing, the man far more reservedly than the woman he kept his company with. A smile crept over Blake’s face as she watched them although she wasn’t sure why.
Her eyes returned back to the glass that sat in front of her, the bright liquid reflecting the glow of a light above her, a small draft swinging it slowly from side to side distractingly, the light catching her eyes. She watched the young woman that had not so long ago, been dancing with a skill that amazed her. She was chatting and smiling, a happy person at heart, or so it seemed to Blake.
But suddenly aware she was probably staring, she looked down again sharply, staring at her glass of juice as if she could see the future down in the opaque depths. But it was not long before her eyes searched for something else to focus on and strayed along the bar of their own accord, glancing over to the young man that had sat down, watching him hand over the money for his drink in a glimmer of gold.
There was something odd about this man, or perhaps more about her. She felt different, an icy shiver ran down her back and was greeted by a warm glow that seemed to appear in her depths. She took a slow drink of her juice, putting the glass down. Her right hand clasped about her wrist as she debated what she was to do, if anything.
