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Akiyama Haruna | 秋山榛名

Akiyama Haruna

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Akiyama Haruna | 秋山榛名

Post by Akiyama Haruna on Thu Feb 04, 2016 4:41 pm

• Name: Akiyama Haruna | 秋山榛名
• Nickname / Alias: Harunyan | はるにゃん
• Title: Daughter of the Wolf | 狼の子
• Age: 16
• Gender:
• Sexuality: heterosexual

• Height: 5'6"
• Weight: 123lbs
• Body type: Thin and muscular
• Eye colour: Sapphire blue
• Hair colour & style:
Short dark-purple less-than-shoulder-length, with a single left-swept red highlight on her bangs.

• General Appearance:
Her generally consists of a simple white shirt with a red ribbon tie, a black miniskirt, white sneakers, and a black & white jacket with rolled up sleeves.

• Markings: None

• Persona:
On the surface, Haruna is fierce, independent, and pugnacious, but beneath her tough exterior, she possesses a strong loyalty toward her friends and duty as the Jinchuuriki of the nine-tailed-wolf. She also has an admirable compassion and devotion to those closest to her.

She is chaotic by nature, always wishing to do things her own way, and rarely responding well to authority, and while she isn't outright insubordinate, this often causes her to butt heads with her superiors within the village.

Her offensive battle style means that she is always quick to initiate or rise to a challenge, and is similarly quick witted and impulsive, especially in heated situations. Her upbringing as a weapon of the village has instilled an unshakeable confidence in the young girl, causing her to seek violence and conflict as the first, and seldom, only option.

Haruna is tough, impatient, headstrong, sarcastic, assertive, and often foul-mouthed.

• Motto: "Back down? Just who the hell do you think I am!?" 「逃げるだと?いったい誰だと思ってやがる、私わ!」

• Likes:
- Honour among ninja
- The freedom to live life on her own terms
- Natural hotsprings and bath-houses
- Passion in all things
- Moral fortitude and a willingness to die for your ideals

• Dislikes:
- Subterfuge
- Those who prey on the weak
- Casualties as collateral damage
- Cowardice
- Traveling by boat

• Special Characteristics:

  • Name: Stronger Than The Average Ninja
    Rank: D-C
    Type: Physical
    Description: The user is slightly stronger than anyone of their rank. When it comes to strength within this rank the user will usually win. Anyone of higher rank is still stronger. 20 Strength stat increase.

  • Name: Slightly Faster Than The Average Ninja
    Rank: D-C
    Type: Physical
    Description: The user is slightly faster than an average ninja of their rank. When it comes to speed within this rank this user will usually win. Anyone of higher rank can still out run them. 20 Speed stat increase.

• Rank: Chunin
• Elements: 雷 • 土 || Lightning • Earth
• Specialty: 剣術 • 忍術|| Kenjutsu • Ninjutsu
• Clan: None

• Bijuu: 9-tailed-wolf


Total: 140+20[SC]+20[SC]+20[Clanless]

• Strength: 50+20 [70]
• Speed: 30+20 [50]
• Durability: 30+20 [50]
• Chakra: [30]

• Village: Kazangakure
• Parents: Birth parents unknown
• Siblings: Sister-by-adoption, Yuzuki
• Mentor & Idols: Kazan Kunoichi of Legend, Takaya Noriko
• History:

[August 18th, 1112. The Kiryuin Estate]

The door to Haruna's windowless cell creaked open, casting a dim band of light across the battered and bruised half-naked twelve-year-old. You could barely make out her huddled form, slumped in the rear-most corner, leaning against the concrete walls in place of a bed, but the light, no matter how dim, was blinding to her sapphire eyes.

The young girl averted her eyes and instinctively raised her arms to shield her body.

Two masked shinobi, stomped inside, wrenching the girl from her refuge and throwing her out into the middle of the room, sprawling her out on all fours.

"Are you sure about this, Kiryuin-sama?" One of the men rasped from behind the voice-changing mask. "This.... this worthless piece of filth - this whimpering little bitch is going to be the host?" He grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back to stare down her neck.

Haruna cried out but little sound escaped her parched thoat. This wasn't the first time she was violated, and it wouldn't be the last.

"She won't even survive the ritual..." The second man growled, kicking her legs apart.

"We're using her. Don't make me repeat myself." Kiryuin Kirei's voice cut through the dank air of the dungeon Haruna called home. He stood in the doorway, casting a shadow over the broken girl, staring down with those cold eyes she had grown to hate. To despise. To loathe. Dreaming of ripping them from his head, one by one, were one of the few things that put her to sleep at night.

Their eyes met.

He turned and walked from the doorway. "Tomorrow at noon. Make sure she can still walk."

The loud, abrasive clang of the rusty metal door scraping shut, the laugh of hyenas, rasping and growling, the the rip of fabric were all Haruna remembered from that day. The last day she would spend sleeping on cold stone, with what little shred of clothing, and dignity clutched tightly to her chest. The last day she would have to suffer at the hands of her adoptive father.

[April 23rd, 1115. The Kiryuin Estate, deep within Haruna’s mind]

Haruna’s body went rigid as a bolt of red light struck her. For a moment, she screamed with pain unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her blood seemed to boil beneath her skin, her eyes prepared to burst from her skull. Every muscle felt as if it were being pulled from her bones. Yet as quickly as the pain had come it disappeared, leaving only a memory of torment. Haruna gasped, laying sprawled on the floor.

“Rise. Rise, Akiyama, of the crimson peaks. Rise, Akiyama, daughter of the Wolf.”

Haruna rose.

Power leaked from her eyes in the form of red mist. Her body felt stronger, faster than it had ever been. Always after her meditations she had felt refreshed, yet nothing could compare to what she now experienced. Her former abilities seemed almost laughable by comparison. Every limb tingled with the hunger to kill.

[July 21st, 1120. The Kiryuin Estate]

Haruna moves silently up the tightly wound mahogany stair, coming to the hallway that runs alongside the lotus chamber of the villa, where the noble folk would reside when not greeting visitors in the reception hall below. A screen slides open. She presses against the wall and listens to a voice from down the hall.

"No, Kio, I told you it is safe here, and here you shall remain." A pause, then the voice continues, softer. "I am your father and you will obey me." She moves three screens down to see the man where he stands talking to someone in the inner chamber. "Do not worry," the man says, hands fumbling to fasten the leather strap of his heavy iron helm, "they're probably just gambling in the orchard again. I will see what has happened and be right back."

The painted screen slides shut and the man walks down the hall, passing not more than a hand's-width away from where Haruna stands. The samurai merchant Nitta is heavy-set and walks down the mahogany stairs with a slight sway, as though he was favoring his right leg--an old injury, perhaps. Out from his hiding place, Haruna pads to the screen, throwing it open.

She enters the room walking heavily, the limp in his right leg barely noticeable but there all the same. A charcoal brazier in the corner suffuses the room in smoky light, but dark enough for Haruna's deception to work, and the nobleman's son looks up from where he sits, bedecked in resplendent purple robes. No, not his son--his daughter. The pale and slender limbs. the high, painted eyebrows, lips stained with indigo dye, eyes clearer than glacier ice and cheeks the color of plum blossoms.

The lady Kio rises, protesting her confinement, only realizing something is amiss when she sees the charcoal-light shine on naked steel. "You are not my father," she whispers, her voice as cold as the mountain stream in which she once bathed.

A scream echoes in the wood-paneled halls. In the light of charcoal embers spilled from a kicked-over brazier, a crimson stain spreads over indigo and onto the tatami mat floor of the lotus chamber. Outside the night is still, the moon hangs heavily in the sky. The only sound is the chirping of crickets. Then they, too, fall silent.

And, like the night before, and the night before that, Haruna awoke, drenched in sweat, her throat ragged from screaming. She was dreaming again. She was dreaming his dreams. Dreams of a ninja in blue, a man silent like a still wind. 

Staring up at the ceiling, the young girl would lie in her askew futon bed, waiting for the dawn to come, like she had the previous night, and the night before that.
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Re: Akiyama Haruna | 秋山榛名

Post by .Shinigai Kaguya on Tue Feb 09, 2016 2:19 am


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