General Information:
Name: Hatsumi Narita
Nickname/Alias: Secret
Weight: 113 lbs.
Height: 5'4"
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Looks:
Hatsumi has a natural colour of brown in her hair, but she also has dyed thin streaks of other shades of brown and reds. Her eyes are a breathtaking colour of brown, which in the sunlight people seem to mistake them for a shade of gold, which depresses Hatsumi in ways unknown. From her family, Hatsumi wears a pink transparent crystal hanged on her neck by a black string, knowing this crystal had some sort of spell on it that seems to increase the power of the elemental Katon, but Hatsumi seems not to reconize it. She has a silk dress stitched together by other pieces of purple fabric, and held on by a thick black belt with a small golden pendant connected to it. The dress comes down above her knees, but near them so it doesn't seem so revealing. The white sleeves of the dress bag down to the middle of her arm, where she wears black fishnets and always in her hand she wields a large, silver scythe that seems to shimmer in the glowing sun and has a metal chain wrapped around the darker brown rod. Her feet consist of brown leather boots with no heels whatsoever that come below her knees. She is seen usually at the gates of Konoha, trying to escape from her past memories. Her skin is healthy, the colour of an almost tan, making a darker peach.
Her hair is often tied up in two 'pigtails' since her hangs usually cover most over her face when she runs, so she keeps her hair out of her face most of the time. When her hair is down, it reaches to the end of her neck, almost curling at her shoulders. Hatsumi usually carries her scythe with both of her hands, over her shoulder, or in a large black sheath that she may carry on her back if she needs to.
Personality:
Hatsumi is more of a dark person, she doesn't seem to talk much unless she needs to, which when she does she seems to snap or yell at whoever she may be talking to, friend or foe. Hatsumi doesn't like to talk about herself, her past or her feelings and she hates people underestimating her. She dislikes seeing blood on the battlefield, making her remember her past which she will run away from, knowing she'll never get away from it no matter what. Hatsumi show her love to much people unless she is forced to, but otherwise she'll protect younger ones with all her life if she has to. She'll do anything to get away from her past, even if it involves serious damage to her. Hatsumi will protect if she is willing to or commanded to. Hatsumi had been darker ever since her father passed away, making her feel lonely and whenever she has to, she'll sob tears which stain her soft face. Otherwise, Hatsumi hates anything sweet or sugary tasting, but she'll eat anything spicy, sour or something with no taste. She will not eat anything living or something that was alive, she might spew if she did so. Hatsumi will faint at the sight of blood, daggers, or most things that seem 'freaky' to most.
Rank Information:
Rank: Jounin of the Hidden Leaf Village.
Village: Konohagakure ~ The Hidden Leaf Village
Skill Information:
Skill Specialty: Main ~ Weaponry. - Sub ~ Ninjutsu.
Elemental Affinity: Fire, Wind.
Special Characteristics: Hatsumi is able to wield a large scythe, after many years of harsh training, she is able to carry the scythe herself, striving herself to try to make herself able to carry two at a time, which she can't yet.
Name: Dragon's Scythe
Rank to Wield: Chuunin - Sannin
Description:
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 98 lbs.
Looks:
Background Information/RP Sample:
History:
Academy Student Arc:
At the age of 11, Hatsumi had been accepted into the academy and put into three different classes, Basic Academy, Ninjutsu, and Weaponry. Unlike most shinobi, Hatsumi already knew how to wield a short dagger, this was because of her father, Shinogu, who was knon throughout the Fire Country as the White Tiger. Every day, Hatsumi would come back home to see her father, alone for three hours after classes until he came home, but one time, something horrid happened. One day, Hatsumi had ran home, knowing she had been almost promoted to Genin, she slammed the door open to see him, after all, she was late. Hatsumi opened the door to see a large sheet of paper, a small one with blood on it, it was shaped as a scroll but the most important part.. Where was Shinogu? Hatsumi rushed around the house, picking up the scroll as she did, not noticing the writing on the sheet of paper. She then found a trail of fresh blood on the way to her bedroom, making her gasp and rush in, finding Shinogu.. dead on the floor. Another scroll was layed in his arm, and the trail of blood still hung over her window. She looked down from the window with her body just sitting on the sill of the window, looking down to the lower roof where there was a knife and blood. She knew what happened. Suicide. A man commited it and another had layed him on his final bed. Hopping back in the house with tears in her soft, brown eyes, she looked at Shinogu's body and began to run back to the note. Picking the note up, she read it aloud.
My Dearest Hatsumi,
I couldn't help but killing myself, for if I didn't, I would have had to pay a price. The price wasn't difficult for me to understand. It was either give you to the Akatsuki, which they would have killed you by now, or leave my dearest family. I'm sorry to say this, but these are my final words. I would like you to have my scythe and have the large house to the corner of Konoha, for that is my final present. Hatsumi, you can't stay in this house anymore, for they'll know where you are, exactly. Take anything you need, and a large sum of Yen is waiting for you in that house to last for your lifetime.
Shinogu Narita.
The note was written in his favourite pen. Tears welled up in her eyes as she dropped the letter, running to her father's room and taking her favourite box that he had, the smallest pink crystal was layed in a small indent of the box. She would take nothing else. Running to the house at full speed with the scythe dragging behind her and it's large rod on her left shoulder. She got to the house in a matter of time, opening the door to find two staircases in the sides of the house, cabinets and pictures of her family, friends, and double sided pictures. By the sight of this, she collapsed to see a duplicate of her bedroom at home, but even more expensive and beautiful items in it.
By the time she was 13, Hatsumi became a Genin, she was training every day to impress the Jounin as they helped her just as much, giving her a chance to become a great Chuunin rank soon. She was elected into a three man team, another boy, and a male Jounin. The boy had been a medical shinobi and her sensei was a clever jinchuruuki. Hatsumi was suprised at how her team worked, by this time, she could carry a small scythe just smaller than her by a tad. She strived herself throughout the Fire Country and wherever the three had to go for a mission, but soon the team was assigned a dangerous, life-risking mission to prove if this team was worthy to rank up. Hatsumi gasped at the mission's details, she had to kill a missing ninja with her squad members. The mission took years just travelling throughout the region, finally getting to the Cresent Moon with many rests, knowing by now, she would have been a Chuunin if she had stayed at the village. Soon, the village had sent the three a note, the squad each ranked up except for the Jounin, but the male Jounin was happy for the two, deciding once again they should get a move on. They soon found the Missing Ninja, the Jounin paused and told the others to stay there, though the Medical Ninja, Ryoki did not listen and headed straight for the Ninja, making Azuka, the Jounin jump in the way of Ryoki and got his arm cut off because of it. Ryoki was sorry, though Azuka soon was being recovered by Ryoki, making Hatsumi the only one left to fight. Hatsumi then soon jumped behind the Missing Ninja, making him turn around, using her scythe to slice of his arm, trying to show what pain her sensei was going through, only cutting half way as she was captured by his jutsu, the tree roots binding her tightly around the neck and raising her in the air. Ryoki soon jumped up not healing Azuka fully and charged at the missing ninja, grabbing Hatsumi's scythe from his arm and thrashing it at him as the man threw a boulder as Ryoki, soon getting the both crushed, Ryoki had one half of his body under the boulder, Hatsumi was released from the vines, a major cut at the side of her neck. "Ryoki, you can't die! I need you here to help me throughout the country! We're teammates! I need your help! I can't use medical jutsus by myself!" Hatsumi yelled, grasping onto Ryoki's arm. "I'll be okay, but in the meantime... I can't live much longer.. Azuka, take care of Hatsumi now matter what, you big dope.. I will come back, soon.." Ryoki said through huge moans of pain, soon dying off, leaving Hatsumi and her sensei alone in the forest. She and him soon went back to Konoha after another long journey, her injury healed a small bit, now becoming a Jounin who tries to run away from her past.
Rp Sample:
[This is taken from Onegoo!]
Purple locks of silky, well kept hair swayed into the wind that had been blowing throughout the gaps and leaves of the gentle trees of the Fire Country. The gates were guarded by ANBU and shinobi alike, each of different families. The dirt path had been set splitting throughout her hometown, Konoha. An Akane she was, but of course, she'd never seen her cousin, Rhea for a while, she always wondered what had happened to her. Family was the one word that always came into mind when she thought of Rhea, herself, or even the family she never knew. She'd been known to alot of the Konoha shinobi, and to citizens, and of course, to the man she loved, Tai'shar. Kitsune seemed to be forgetful to events that had happened in her past, and running away from them she had been. The only memory she had was her sister, and a past Akatsuki member gripping her tightly under the arm.
"Let her go! She's my sister!" Kitsune yelled tugging on the cloak of the Akatsuki and getting a grip of her sister's hand. "I will never let go of this one, she is special. Unlike you who struggles to keep going until you die. A fool is someone who cares, and people always have to move on to be a person, of their own pretty kind." The Akatsuki shoved Kitsune out of the way, unsheathing a long, sharpened dagger from it's sheath, holding it towards the unconcious young girl's head, the girl who was Kitsune's sister. "If that's the way people are, I'd rather be a fool then a lousy person, now, please! Give me my sister, besides, why do you want her?!" Kitsune seemed to grab the dagger from the Akatsuki, tears welling up in her eyes, the Akatsuki then pushing the dull end onto her neck, Kitsune's neck. Her sister woke up to her screaming calls and pushed Kitsune and herself from the Akatsuki's grasp.
The memory seemed to echo in her soft mind, plopping down at the side of the street as her back hit the tree behind her, tears welled up in her eyes as she heard screams of her sister echo in her mind, a tear rolling down her cheek as she brushed her palm against one large strand of her and pushing it behind her ear and letting down her fox-like ears. She had let down her only sister many years ago, but until now she hadn't realized it.
Name: Hatsumi Narita
Nickname/Alias: Secret
Weight: 113 lbs.
Height: 5'4"
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Looks:
Hatsumi has a natural colour of brown in her hair, but she also has dyed thin streaks of other shades of brown and reds. Her eyes are a breathtaking colour of brown, which in the sunlight people seem to mistake them for a shade of gold, which depresses Hatsumi in ways unknown. From her family, Hatsumi wears a pink transparent crystal hanged on her neck by a black string, knowing this crystal had some sort of spell on it that seems to increase the power of the elemental Katon, but Hatsumi seems not to reconize it. She has a silk dress stitched together by other pieces of purple fabric, and held on by a thick black belt with a small golden pendant connected to it. The dress comes down above her knees, but near them so it doesn't seem so revealing. The white sleeves of the dress bag down to the middle of her arm, where she wears black fishnets and always in her hand she wields a large, silver scythe that seems to shimmer in the glowing sun and has a metal chain wrapped around the darker brown rod. Her feet consist of brown leather boots with no heels whatsoever that come below her knees. She is seen usually at the gates of Konoha, trying to escape from her past memories. Her skin is healthy, the colour of an almost tan, making a darker peach.
Her hair is often tied up in two 'pigtails' since her hangs usually cover most over her face when she runs, so she keeps her hair out of her face most of the time. When her hair is down, it reaches to the end of her neck, almost curling at her shoulders. Hatsumi usually carries her scythe with both of her hands, over her shoulder, or in a large black sheath that she may carry on her back if she needs to.
Personality:
Hatsumi is more of a dark person, she doesn't seem to talk much unless she needs to, which when she does she seems to snap or yell at whoever she may be talking to, friend or foe. Hatsumi doesn't like to talk about herself, her past or her feelings and she hates people underestimating her. She dislikes seeing blood on the battlefield, making her remember her past which she will run away from, knowing she'll never get away from it no matter what. Hatsumi show her love to much people unless she is forced to, but otherwise she'll protect younger ones with all her life if she has to. She'll do anything to get away from her past, even if it involves serious damage to her. Hatsumi will protect if she is willing to or commanded to. Hatsumi had been darker ever since her father passed away, making her feel lonely and whenever she has to, she'll sob tears which stain her soft face. Otherwise, Hatsumi hates anything sweet or sugary tasting, but she'll eat anything spicy, sour or something with no taste. She will not eat anything living or something that was alive, she might spew if she did so. Hatsumi will faint at the sight of blood, daggers, or most things that seem 'freaky' to most.
Rank Information:
Rank: Jounin of the Hidden Leaf Village.
Village: Konohagakure ~ The Hidden Leaf Village
Skill Information:
Skill Specialty: Main ~ Weaponry. - Sub ~ Ninjutsu.
Elemental Affinity: Fire, Wind.
Special Characteristics: Hatsumi is able to wield a large scythe, after many years of harsh training, she is able to carry the scythe herself, striving herself to try to make herself able to carry two at a time, which she can't yet.
Name: Dragon's Scythe
Rank to Wield: Chuunin - Sannin
Description:
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 98 lbs.
Looks:
Background Information/RP Sample:
History:
Academy Student Arc:
At the age of 11, Hatsumi had been accepted into the academy and put into three different classes, Basic Academy, Ninjutsu, and Weaponry. Unlike most shinobi, Hatsumi already knew how to wield a short dagger, this was because of her father, Shinogu, who was knon throughout the Fire Country as the White Tiger. Every day, Hatsumi would come back home to see her father, alone for three hours after classes until he came home, but one time, something horrid happened. One day, Hatsumi had ran home, knowing she had been almost promoted to Genin, she slammed the door open to see him, after all, she was late. Hatsumi opened the door to see a large sheet of paper, a small one with blood on it, it was shaped as a scroll but the most important part.. Where was Shinogu? Hatsumi rushed around the house, picking up the scroll as she did, not noticing the writing on the sheet of paper. She then found a trail of fresh blood on the way to her bedroom, making her gasp and rush in, finding Shinogu.. dead on the floor. Another scroll was layed in his arm, and the trail of blood still hung over her window. She looked down from the window with her body just sitting on the sill of the window, looking down to the lower roof where there was a knife and blood. She knew what happened. Suicide. A man commited it and another had layed him on his final bed. Hopping back in the house with tears in her soft, brown eyes, she looked at Shinogu's body and began to run back to the note. Picking the note up, she read it aloud.
My Dearest Hatsumi,
I couldn't help but killing myself, for if I didn't, I would have had to pay a price. The price wasn't difficult for me to understand. It was either give you to the Akatsuki, which they would have killed you by now, or leave my dearest family. I'm sorry to say this, but these are my final words. I would like you to have my scythe and have the large house to the corner of Konoha, for that is my final present. Hatsumi, you can't stay in this house anymore, for they'll know where you are, exactly. Take anything you need, and a large sum of Yen is waiting for you in that house to last for your lifetime.
Shinogu Narita.
The note was written in his favourite pen. Tears welled up in her eyes as she dropped the letter, running to her father's room and taking her favourite box that he had, the smallest pink crystal was layed in a small indent of the box. She would take nothing else. Running to the house at full speed with the scythe dragging behind her and it's large rod on her left shoulder. She got to the house in a matter of time, opening the door to find two staircases in the sides of the house, cabinets and pictures of her family, friends, and double sided pictures. By the sight of this, she collapsed to see a duplicate of her bedroom at home, but even more expensive and beautiful items in it.
By the time she was 13, Hatsumi became a Genin, she was training every day to impress the Jounin as they helped her just as much, giving her a chance to become a great Chuunin rank soon. She was elected into a three man team, another boy, and a male Jounin. The boy had been a medical shinobi and her sensei was a clever jinchuruuki. Hatsumi was suprised at how her team worked, by this time, she could carry a small scythe just smaller than her by a tad. She strived herself throughout the Fire Country and wherever the three had to go for a mission, but soon the team was assigned a dangerous, life-risking mission to prove if this team was worthy to rank up. Hatsumi gasped at the mission's details, she had to kill a missing ninja with her squad members. The mission took years just travelling throughout the region, finally getting to the Cresent Moon with many rests, knowing by now, she would have been a Chuunin if she had stayed at the village. Soon, the village had sent the three a note, the squad each ranked up except for the Jounin, but the male Jounin was happy for the two, deciding once again they should get a move on. They soon found the Missing Ninja, the Jounin paused and told the others to stay there, though the Medical Ninja, Ryoki did not listen and headed straight for the Ninja, making Azuka, the Jounin jump in the way of Ryoki and got his arm cut off because of it. Ryoki was sorry, though Azuka soon was being recovered by Ryoki, making Hatsumi the only one left to fight. Hatsumi then soon jumped behind the Missing Ninja, making him turn around, using her scythe to slice of his arm, trying to show what pain her sensei was going through, only cutting half way as she was captured by his jutsu, the tree roots binding her tightly around the neck and raising her in the air. Ryoki soon jumped up not healing Azuka fully and charged at the missing ninja, grabbing Hatsumi's scythe from his arm and thrashing it at him as the man threw a boulder as Ryoki, soon getting the both crushed, Ryoki had one half of his body under the boulder, Hatsumi was released from the vines, a major cut at the side of her neck. "Ryoki, you can't die! I need you here to help me throughout the country! We're teammates! I need your help! I can't use medical jutsus by myself!" Hatsumi yelled, grasping onto Ryoki's arm. "I'll be okay, but in the meantime... I can't live much longer.. Azuka, take care of Hatsumi now matter what, you big dope.. I will come back, soon.." Ryoki said through huge moans of pain, soon dying off, leaving Hatsumi and her sensei alone in the forest. She and him soon went back to Konoha after another long journey, her injury healed a small bit, now becoming a Jounin who tries to run away from her past.
Rp Sample:
[This is taken from Onegoo!]
Purple locks of silky, well kept hair swayed into the wind that had been blowing throughout the gaps and leaves of the gentle trees of the Fire Country. The gates were guarded by ANBU and shinobi alike, each of different families. The dirt path had been set splitting throughout her hometown, Konoha. An Akane she was, but of course, she'd never seen her cousin, Rhea for a while, she always wondered what had happened to her. Family was the one word that always came into mind when she thought of Rhea, herself, or even the family she never knew. She'd been known to alot of the Konoha shinobi, and to citizens, and of course, to the man she loved, Tai'shar. Kitsune seemed to be forgetful to events that had happened in her past, and running away from them she had been. The only memory she had was her sister, and a past Akatsuki member gripping her tightly under the arm.
"Let her go! She's my sister!" Kitsune yelled tugging on the cloak of the Akatsuki and getting a grip of her sister's hand. "I will never let go of this one, she is special. Unlike you who struggles to keep going until you die. A fool is someone who cares, and people always have to move on to be a person, of their own pretty kind." The Akatsuki shoved Kitsune out of the way, unsheathing a long, sharpened dagger from it's sheath, holding it towards the unconcious young girl's head, the girl who was Kitsune's sister. "If that's the way people are, I'd rather be a fool then a lousy person, now, please! Give me my sister, besides, why do you want her?!" Kitsune seemed to grab the dagger from the Akatsuki, tears welling up in her eyes, the Akatsuki then pushing the dull end onto her neck, Kitsune's neck. Her sister woke up to her screaming calls and pushed Kitsune and herself from the Akatsuki's grasp.
The memory seemed to echo in her soft mind, plopping down at the side of the street as her back hit the tree behind her, tears welled up in her eyes as she heard screams of her sister echo in her mind, a tear rolling down her cheek as she brushed her palm against one large strand of her and pushing it behind her ear and letting down her fox-like ears. She had let down her only sister many years ago, but until now she hadn't realized it.
