Post by Doi on Oct 23, 2019 16:21:59 GMT -5
Name: Doi Mizutama
Age: 13
Village: Iwagakure
Rank/Title: Genin
Clan: Mizutama Clan
Element: Earth Release, Crystal Release
Skills: Ninjutsu (Adept)
Face Claim: Xingchen - Vocaloid
PGP/Sexuality: Asexual. She/her
About You: Doi is, simply put, a people-pleaser at heart. She dislikes disappointing the important people in her life and lives in fear of what the strangers around her could be thinking about her when they first meet her. It often leads to her putting herself last for many opportunities and sometimes confining herself to avoid the expectations that they have for her. Under pressure, rather than allowing herself to get angry, she more often contorts it into sadness. It is an emotion that she feels is more quiet and less harmful than anger, but it tends to fester while she struggles to deal with her problems.
Outside she tends to try to keep herself subdued for a young woman her age leaving her to be the quiet observant one in most gatherings. On the other hand, while there are many negative aspects these things place on Doi, some of these traits do seem to help her make friends with relative ease. She finds it easy to empathize with others and doesn't mind sitting and listening to her friends problems for hours at a time. It also gives her constant motivation and drive to improve herself in everything she does.
She has an eye for the creative and tends to favor activities in her downtime that allow her to express herself in an artistic fashion. She enjoys playing simple flutes that she carves, and she enjoys watching her father's work as one of the village's blacksmiths. He works day in day out crafting blades from either metal, crystal, or a combination of the two which he sells to the rest of the village at a price. He was once a shinobi, but left the life after the loss of his leg. She hopes that someday she can have a craft of her own that she can share with the world. Whether it is following in her father's footsteps, or by carving her own path she's uncertain of how she's going to get there. She knows that she will have to balance this with her duties and the village's expectations from her clan, but she believes that it can be done.
She dislikes getting dirty when it comes down to it, finding that to be her least favorite part of her shinobi training even topping the aches she gets after intense spars. Doi also possesses a tender heart that can easily get its feelings hurt or be swayed by the wrong individual. A good sob story is enough to get her invested into wanting to help right a wrong in someone's life. She's gotten conned many times in this way and never seems to learn her lesson, despite repeatedly telling herself that she's never going to fall for a trick like that again. Her lack of confidence makes it hard for her to push her ideas forward or make herself heard in a room of outspoken individuals. Though she tries in emergencies, it often leads to an awkward sense of regret while she chastises herself for what she had to say.
Writing Sample: The sound of straw rustling is a hushed tone as a broom is swept across the stone floor of the smithy collecting the dirt and dust that has fallen underfoot throughout the day. Sweeping was one of the many chores that Doi had that would leave her alone with her thoughts. She had already filled the displays with freshly polished and sharpened blades of varying sizes and lengths keeping them in stands for the customers to inspect as they need to. After this, she was not sure what she would do. Normally, she would excuse herself from the shop and wander outside of the walls to find the stream she has known since she was a child to practice her flute at. Now, however, she had since earned her rank as a Genin of Iwa and would have to start thinking more about her future in service to the village.
Perhaps instead of relaxation, she could go and visit the village center to see if there was any work available. It wasn't much, simple matters such as cleaning or catching vandals or helping a traveler unload their wares in the market. These small jobs were just the building blocks towards more important responsibilities and deserved as much of her attention as more exciting mission bounties. Doi also pondered finding a secluded space to train on her own, refining the control of her ninjutsu or hastening her strikes in close quarters. It was easy pondering how her time could be spent productively, but it was another matter in trying to decide whether or not her mind or heart would be invested in her work. Becoming a shinobi wasn't really her first dream, but it was something her father encouraged for her. She could fondly recall the stories he had to share of his life out on the open road thwarting injustice for the people when he wasn't laying in silence waiting for just the right opportunity to strike. He spoke of the time an enemy tortured him for information as if he were speaking of putting a fine blade in the fires of the forge to test his metal.
It warmed her heart to listen to his stories, but she was always concerned. She wasn't sure that she would have it in her to harm another if it were asked of her, let alone end a life. Still, she acknowledged that it could just be her nerves worrying her and that when the time came she would know the right thing to do even if it did not feel right in this moment. The door opens snapping Doi back to reality to focus on one of her instructors, Kazue Yoshida. She bows before him politely, her posture stiffened by the embarrassment she felt for not noticing him sooner. He chuckles and offers a calming gesture of his hand, "At ease, Doi. Is your father in? I'm afraid I'm a little late to our agreed upon time.." Before Doi could answer him, the sound of her father's crutch hitting the stone echoes on hollow notes from behind them, "Kazue! It took you long enough," came the sound of his booming voice. Her father always stood a head taller than most in the village making others wonder why Doi was so delicate like blown glass.
He leaned heavily favoring the support of his prosthetic stump while his callused hand scratches through his frizzled beard. He inspects Doi's progress and offers her a tender smile he rarely shared, "You did well, Doi. Put what you have in the bin and put away the broom, and you can be done today." He let his attention return to Kazue twisting his head to point out the back room, "Come, I'll pour us some drinks." The two men leave in the back and Doi proceeded to finish her sweeping by tossing the dust away out the window. She wanders behind the counter to prop the broom against the wall, when she realizes that she can hear snippets of the conversation being shared.
"I'm afraid that while her progress in class was not anything to worry about for a child her age, she has not shown signs that she has mastered the release as you had at her age." Kazue said, speaking softly to her father while the trickle of sake flows down between two glasses for them. "I knew too much for my own good back then. Give it time. I've done what I can to help her. That spark is inside of her, I can feel it. You told me that she's been doing good things with the Doton techniques you demonstrated, right?" Her father spoke, which led to Kazue's hesitation, "Yes, she did show promise in it...but what should I tell the administration in the meantime?" There was a gruff huff followed by a period of silence before her father answered, "They will know. Nothing escapes their attention for long. For now, we just have to take what we can get and give her the tools she'll need to succeed. She is bright." Kazue nervously chuckles, taking a sip before he agrees, "Yes. Bright. If not, timid."
They both share some laughter, but Doi pries herself away to retreat before she gets caught. She closes the door to the smithy behind her, nervously twisting and wringing her fingers together while she walks down the village road. She knew that there were often high hopes for others in their clan. With how the village felt their numbers were dwindling, even someone like her could garner thoughtful whispers. She feared the day she would disappoint them, but she wouldn't give up. Resolved, Doi wanders over to see what missions are available to start off her first few weeks as a shinobi with a step in what felt like the right direction.
Age: 13
Village: Iwagakure
Rank/Title: Genin
Clan: Mizutama Clan
Element: Earth Release, Crystal Release
Skills: Ninjutsu (Adept)
Appearance: ![]()
Doi is a young woman just at the cusp of her teen years. She has long lavender hair that falls down her back generally adorned with whatever silk ribbons or floral hairbands she can find to go with her outfits from day to day. Her skin is fair and her physical build is delicate giving her a naturally fragile appearance at first glance. Her eyes are amber and vibrant, softly reflecting a calm sense of wonder for the world around her in her youthful feature. She typically dresses in fine kimonos or dresses, save for when she is extensively training; then she tends to lean towards robes and tunics with shorts that are more practical. Face Claim: Xingchen - Vocaloid
PGP/Sexuality: Asexual. She/her
About You: Doi is, simply put, a people-pleaser at heart. She dislikes disappointing the important people in her life and lives in fear of what the strangers around her could be thinking about her when they first meet her. It often leads to her putting herself last for many opportunities and sometimes confining herself to avoid the expectations that they have for her. Under pressure, rather than allowing herself to get angry, she more often contorts it into sadness. It is an emotion that she feels is more quiet and less harmful than anger, but it tends to fester while she struggles to deal with her problems.
Outside she tends to try to keep herself subdued for a young woman her age leaving her to be the quiet observant one in most gatherings. On the other hand, while there are many negative aspects these things place on Doi, some of these traits do seem to help her make friends with relative ease. She finds it easy to empathize with others and doesn't mind sitting and listening to her friends problems for hours at a time. It also gives her constant motivation and drive to improve herself in everything she does.
She has an eye for the creative and tends to favor activities in her downtime that allow her to express herself in an artistic fashion. She enjoys playing simple flutes that she carves, and she enjoys watching her father's work as one of the village's blacksmiths. He works day in day out crafting blades from either metal, crystal, or a combination of the two which he sells to the rest of the village at a price. He was once a shinobi, but left the life after the loss of his leg. She hopes that someday she can have a craft of her own that she can share with the world. Whether it is following in her father's footsteps, or by carving her own path she's uncertain of how she's going to get there. She knows that she will have to balance this with her duties and the village's expectations from her clan, but she believes that it can be done.
She dislikes getting dirty when it comes down to it, finding that to be her least favorite part of her shinobi training even topping the aches she gets after intense spars. Doi also possesses a tender heart that can easily get its feelings hurt or be swayed by the wrong individual. A good sob story is enough to get her invested into wanting to help right a wrong in someone's life. She's gotten conned many times in this way and never seems to learn her lesson, despite repeatedly telling herself that she's never going to fall for a trick like that again. Her lack of confidence makes it hard for her to push her ideas forward or make herself heard in a room of outspoken individuals. Though she tries in emergencies, it often leads to an awkward sense of regret while she chastises herself for what she had to say.
Writing Sample: The sound of straw rustling is a hushed tone as a broom is swept across the stone floor of the smithy collecting the dirt and dust that has fallen underfoot throughout the day. Sweeping was one of the many chores that Doi had that would leave her alone with her thoughts. She had already filled the displays with freshly polished and sharpened blades of varying sizes and lengths keeping them in stands for the customers to inspect as they need to. After this, she was not sure what she would do. Normally, she would excuse herself from the shop and wander outside of the walls to find the stream she has known since she was a child to practice her flute at. Now, however, she had since earned her rank as a Genin of Iwa and would have to start thinking more about her future in service to the village.
Perhaps instead of relaxation, she could go and visit the village center to see if there was any work available. It wasn't much, simple matters such as cleaning or catching vandals or helping a traveler unload their wares in the market. These small jobs were just the building blocks towards more important responsibilities and deserved as much of her attention as more exciting mission bounties. Doi also pondered finding a secluded space to train on her own, refining the control of her ninjutsu or hastening her strikes in close quarters. It was easy pondering how her time could be spent productively, but it was another matter in trying to decide whether or not her mind or heart would be invested in her work. Becoming a shinobi wasn't really her first dream, but it was something her father encouraged for her. She could fondly recall the stories he had to share of his life out on the open road thwarting injustice for the people when he wasn't laying in silence waiting for just the right opportunity to strike. He spoke of the time an enemy tortured him for information as if he were speaking of putting a fine blade in the fires of the forge to test his metal.
It warmed her heart to listen to his stories, but she was always concerned. She wasn't sure that she would have it in her to harm another if it were asked of her, let alone end a life. Still, she acknowledged that it could just be her nerves worrying her and that when the time came she would know the right thing to do even if it did not feel right in this moment. The door opens snapping Doi back to reality to focus on one of her instructors, Kazue Yoshida. She bows before him politely, her posture stiffened by the embarrassment she felt for not noticing him sooner. He chuckles and offers a calming gesture of his hand, "At ease, Doi. Is your father in? I'm afraid I'm a little late to our agreed upon time.." Before Doi could answer him, the sound of her father's crutch hitting the stone echoes on hollow notes from behind them, "Kazue! It took you long enough," came the sound of his booming voice. Her father always stood a head taller than most in the village making others wonder why Doi was so delicate like blown glass.
He leaned heavily favoring the support of his prosthetic stump while his callused hand scratches through his frizzled beard. He inspects Doi's progress and offers her a tender smile he rarely shared, "You did well, Doi. Put what you have in the bin and put away the broom, and you can be done today." He let his attention return to Kazue twisting his head to point out the back room, "Come, I'll pour us some drinks." The two men leave in the back and Doi proceeded to finish her sweeping by tossing the dust away out the window. She wanders behind the counter to prop the broom against the wall, when she realizes that she can hear snippets of the conversation being shared.
"I'm afraid that while her progress in class was not anything to worry about for a child her age, she has not shown signs that she has mastered the release as you had at her age." Kazue said, speaking softly to her father while the trickle of sake flows down between two glasses for them. "I knew too much for my own good back then. Give it time. I've done what I can to help her. That spark is inside of her, I can feel it. You told me that she's been doing good things with the Doton techniques you demonstrated, right?" Her father spoke, which led to Kazue's hesitation, "Yes, she did show promise in it...but what should I tell the administration in the meantime?" There was a gruff huff followed by a period of silence before her father answered, "They will know. Nothing escapes their attention for long. For now, we just have to take what we can get and give her the tools she'll need to succeed. She is bright." Kazue nervously chuckles, taking a sip before he agrees, "Yes. Bright. If not, timid."
They both share some laughter, but Doi pries herself away to retreat before she gets caught. She closes the door to the smithy behind her, nervously twisting and wringing her fingers together while she walks down the village road. She knew that there were often high hopes for others in their clan. With how the village felt their numbers were dwindling, even someone like her could garner thoughtful whispers. She feared the day she would disappoint them, but she wouldn't give up. Resolved, Doi wanders over to see what missions are available to start off her first few weeks as a shinobi with a step in what felt like the right direction.
