Post by Jasmy on Jan 30, 2007 18:54:08 GMT -5
My name is Jasmine Utada.
I am 20 years old.
I am of the female gender.
My race is that of the Shinobi and I am currently training to be a Jonin.
I am 20 years old.
I am of the female gender.
My race is that of the Shinobi and I am currently training to be a Jonin.
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Well, now that we’ve finished that portion, let me tell you about myself. You could say I’m an ordinary kunoichi trying to make her parents proud along with her sensei. You could also say that I’m just another heiress whose only desire in this world is to be near the Hokage or what not. Well on both occasions – you’re wrong.
Yes, I’m the heiress of the Utada clan – one of the most esteemed and powerful clans in the Village Hidden by the Mist. But that means nothing to me. That’s simply a title that I’m obliged to hold and polish the reputation of but that’s hard to do – my bloodline is known for its kekkei genkai and yet it seems to have skipped me! Which, to tell you the truth, I’m pretty glad about – don’t ask why.
Kameri Utada was my mother, a great woman whom despite having the kekkei genkai decided to become a wonderful medical-nin. That’s how she met my father, Himura Akeboshi. He was an ANBU captain whose reputation I must also hold up to or surpass. Needless to say, they fell in love and my grandparents had absolutely no objection to the marriage between one of the greatest shinobi in Mizukage and the jewel of the renowned Utada clan.
I was born later, named for my mother’s favorite flower and without a moment to contemplate innocence on, I was thrust into ninjutsu. It seemed my father had wanted a boy but nevertheless, he was happy with his little girl and vowed to make me an greater fighter than he was. My mother did not object – I think it was the fact that she loved him to the point where his dreams came before hers or my own. By the age of three I was deadly with shurikens and blood was but another color of the rainbow. My entire family was delighted to see such progress of course. Why, before I could subtract numbers, I knew the entire biographies of each and every Hokage from the village. And there were no breaks from it. Much to my family’s desire, I did not go to the academy but was trained by my father of course, and my grandparents.
That is, of course, before my father was horribly killed on an S-mission and a trip to the countryside struck us with cholera. My poor mother tried to heal us all, even with the genjutsu that she knew, but nothing prevailed. Before she died, she doused me in some….liquid…and left me outside of the house. While everyone died. Three days past and when it seemed that I too was going to meet the Soul Reaper at such a young age, a traveling shinobi came to my heed. Realizing what had happened and just who had died, he took me into his arms and brought me back to the village.
I didn’t die. And the disease did not spread. But I spent years in illness, recuperating slowly but surely. Custody of my life had been given to the man who had rescued me and not a day comes that I do not thank him for that. Despite all my training, my body needed to replenish itself and so I entered the academy and built myself up from square one.
I excelled in all training and I’m excelling as understudy for a jonin but I’m in no hurry to be as great as my family wished me to be. In fact, I don’t want to be the best. I just want to do whatever pleases my soul and be what I want to be. People are expecting so much of me and I do deliver when asked, but I’m gonna take it slow and live the years that flew past my eyes.
You would think that at my age and at my level of skill I should already be a jonin – but there are some reasons as to why I’m not. My sensei seems slightly annoyed at my final exams that I just always happen to mess up on. But I don’t think he minds sometimes, why if he did wouldn’t he have already given up on me? In all honesty, I know I’m up to that level. My body is. But everything else…says no. And I’m okay with it…for now. Don’t worry sensei, you’ll be done with me soon!...I think.
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Character's Personality: I’m pretty easy going, despite my temper that people say is very, very scary. I’m loyal (ask my friends), I’m a great listener and I believe food heals boyfriend/girlfriend problems. I’m not going to brag and say that I’m smart but don’t try to test me, you’ll fail miserably. You could say I’m bright but never bubbly. You could also say I’m a tomboy…to an extent. I’m outgoing but there are times when I do need some serenity, so don’t be surprised if I pull out a book and read for hours.
Character's Appearance:I have long and dark hair that falls down to the waist, pale skin but not sickly white . I’m of average height, standing about 5’6”, 5’7”. I’ve got my mother’s eyes(a trademark of the Utada clan), pale lavender and my father’s gentle face structure. I look more like my mom though…I’m pretty slender but I’m well-toned!
Anything special: I know quite a lot of jutsus but I’ve yet to come up with my own. I’m waiting for an epiphany of sorts, because right now all I can think of is too similar to those that I’ve seen. I’m skilled in taijutsu, genjutsu and ninjutsu. I was supposed to have inherited the kekkei genkai but I’m sure that I’m better off without it. I’m a great impressionist though! I do the best imitation of our Hokage!
Weaknesses/Strengths:
My strengths….I think before any of my abilities required of a shinobi, the first strength has to be my ability to kill without remorse. When my mindset is that of an assassin, life becomes an object and not a value. I’m pretty strong-willed, when I set my mind to do something, I do it! Unless of course, I’m distracted. And I’m easily distracted. I’m keenly skilled with all sorts of weapons and my agility is my ace in the hole.
My weaknesses….My anger. I’m easily angered and easily frustrated. For the life of me, I cannot nurse a single serious wound. My eyes are sensitive to bright light and I’ve been known to act without thinking. I become foolish in battle at times, and use more chakra than necessary and lose the battle before it even starts. Yes, I’ve little self-control….