Post by Kuroka Nara on Dec 31, 2019 6:29:45 GMT -5
Name: Kuroka Nara
Age: 15
Village: Konoha
Rank/Title: Genin
Clan: Nara
Element: N/A
Skills: Puppet Jutsu (Expert), Fuinjutsu (Novice), Ninjutsu (Novice)
<Source: Picrew>
Appearance: Kuroka is an Nara of average height and build. She stands at a fair 5'4, with a lithe frame complimented by defined muscles. She has a tan, smooth complexion, untouched by scars or any other defining marks. She has sharp eyes and charcoal irises, which are muted in vibrancy. Her face is angular and thin, and her hair is short, black, and wild.
PGP/Sexuality: Female, She/Her/They. No preference, likes all.
About You: Kuroka is easily defined as "stoic." She's not one to show her emotions, at least in circumstances she isn't completely comfortable with. Though even when she's able to relax, she operates under the façade of being unburdened by negative emotions: hiding pain, discomfort, and fear; although, she never makes much of an attempt to hide her anger. Kuroka's formal personality is very much so manufactured, the main goal being to remove herself from traits she believes to indicate weakness or traits that don't present her as "unflinching." Though, when she's comfortable, she sheds this façade of emotionlessness, allowing herself to act more like herself. A comfortable Kuroka is still dignified, but a bit chaotic, and while she retains her stoicisms, she shows more of a goofy, playful nature. Occasionally, this playful nature extends to pranks, or other forms of practical jokes, but this is a rare occurrence at best.
As a ninja, Kuroka is very driven to improve. While on the surface she seems impartial and almost apathetic about herself and her goals, she's actually quite driven to better herself as well as evolve as a puppeteer. Kuroka devotes most of her time and focus to practicing her Puppet Jutsu, which, while already impressive technically, is something she still sees as a place to improve. Additionally, while she does train hard to improve her puppeteering, she doesn't devote much focus to training martially. Although, the way she sees it, it'll be her puppets that do the punching for her. So, she doesn't lose much sleep for slouching on physical training.
A strange, albeit endearing trait of hers is how much she cares for her puppets. She treats her puppets much alike how she'd treat another person, giving them attention, complimenting them and rooting them on, and often even having an entire one-sided conversation with them. Although, even though she hides this activity of hers when not alone, this is one trait that can break its way through her façade. Seeing her puppets damaged or mismanaged can get her riled up, so much so to where she can often get herself in a lot of trouble just from being overprotective. Regardless of how she acts, she has a lot of love for her puppets, and she'll try and keep this secret from most people, but while she's by herself, she'll gladly chat one of them up.
Writing Sample:
Age: 15
Village: Konoha
Rank/Title: Genin
Clan: Nara
Element: N/A
Skills: Puppet Jutsu (Expert), Fuinjutsu (Novice), Ninjutsu (Novice)
<Source: Picrew>
Appearance: Kuroka is an Nara of average height and build. She stands at a fair 5'4, with a lithe frame complimented by defined muscles. She has a tan, smooth complexion, untouched by scars or any other defining marks. She has sharp eyes and charcoal irises, which are muted in vibrancy. Her face is angular and thin, and her hair is short, black, and wild.
PGP/Sexuality: Female, She/Her/They. No preference, likes all.
About You: Kuroka is easily defined as "stoic." She's not one to show her emotions, at least in circumstances she isn't completely comfortable with. Though even when she's able to relax, she operates under the façade of being unburdened by negative emotions: hiding pain, discomfort, and fear; although, she never makes much of an attempt to hide her anger. Kuroka's formal personality is very much so manufactured, the main goal being to remove herself from traits she believes to indicate weakness or traits that don't present her as "unflinching." Though, when she's comfortable, she sheds this façade of emotionlessness, allowing herself to act more like herself. A comfortable Kuroka is still dignified, but a bit chaotic, and while she retains her stoicisms, she shows more of a goofy, playful nature. Occasionally, this playful nature extends to pranks, or other forms of practical jokes, but this is a rare occurrence at best.
As a ninja, Kuroka is very driven to improve. While on the surface she seems impartial and almost apathetic about herself and her goals, she's actually quite driven to better herself as well as evolve as a puppeteer. Kuroka devotes most of her time and focus to practicing her Puppet Jutsu, which, while already impressive technically, is something she still sees as a place to improve. Additionally, while she does train hard to improve her puppeteering, she doesn't devote much focus to training martially. Although, the way she sees it, it'll be her puppets that do the punching for her. So, she doesn't lose much sleep for slouching on physical training.
A strange, albeit endearing trait of hers is how much she cares for her puppets. She treats her puppets much alike how she'd treat another person, giving them attention, complimenting them and rooting them on, and often even having an entire one-sided conversation with them. Although, even though she hides this activity of hers when not alone, this is one trait that can break its way through her façade. Seeing her puppets damaged or mismanaged can get her riled up, so much so to where she can often get herself in a lot of trouble just from being overprotective. Regardless of how she acts, she has a lot of love for her puppets, and she'll try and keep this secret from most people, but while she's by herself, she'll gladly chat one of them up.
Writing Sample:
...There was a hollow whistle. Wind flowing through leaves, rustling amongst a forest lined with grim energies, hidden by deep green canopy. Monoliths of oak that towered over those beneath them holding up this roof of vegetation that swallowed all light. Allowing only fading beams through, and weak, whistling winds.
The crunch of crushed grass and sticks beneath a Shinobi's boot would echo out within this labyrinth of dark forestation. A Ninja, silent amongst the subtle winds, invisible amongst the soaring trees. In their hands, a figure, alike a human, but— innanimate, inactive, silent.
With a small pause in their movement, the shinobi would crouch down, laying this... "thing" down. With a small thud and a weak clatter, the thing would lay strewn across the forest floor, tall grass brushing up against it like cold green bristles. The same shinobi that carried it would take a deep breath, a sigh of relief, standing back up and looking down, down at this thing that yet refused to move. Slowly, the grey cloak that would cover the one who carried it would be removed, the methodic unbuttoning culminating to a swift doff, like a snake shedding it's skin.
With the cloak removed, the face of this shinobi would come into view, a genin, Kuroka Nara, quietly overlooking this inanimate being. There'd be a faint feeling of anxiety emanating off of her like an aura, shown through her pursed lips and worried expression.
"Hey, heya, Shika. Shika." Kuroka would say, talking to the thing laid strewn her feet, "Shika, we're here, hope you didn't mind having to wait..." She'd chuckle, although, the laugh was clearly just to relieve her own worry, "We're here, so, so— I can get you..."
She'd pause, suddenly grabbing onto the thing, holding it's arm, lifting it up, the cloak that concealed it falling down to her hand, the thing's "arm" being nothing more than fractured wood. She'd chuckle once more, though her tired eyes revealed her anxieties and hurt, "We're here now Shika… I can fix this now, I just— I just need to get the right— The right oak... I—"
Kuroka would suddenly go silent, the sides of her lips twitching as she fought back tears, "You're, you're just a puppet, I can fix you, this isn't a problem." She'd give a very large exhale, trying to end stop her worry, trying to stem her fear. She'd let the damaged puppet's arm drop to the ground, having a audible impact with the soft dirt of the forest floor.
She'd begin to remove the jacket that was fitted to the puppet, making sure its chic white mask didn't slip off. Systematically, Kuroka would begin to take measurements, mostly by eye, but also incorporating a small roll of twine, making marks that indicated size. She'd do this for awhile, collecting data of size and shape, and standing back up. She'd begin to walk over to one of the towering trees, rubbing it with her thumb to peel off the bark and see the wood underneath. She'd give a smile, a sign of relief, this was it, the same type of wood Shika was made out of.
Suddenly pulling her sleeve up, Kuroka would grab an odd tool from a harness placed on her forearm. The tool was seemingly nothing more than just a dismantled knife blade. She'd place the blade up against the tree, suddenly kicking it into the tree, wrestling it out, and repeating the process. She clearly wasn't up to the physical demands of this poor man's axe, but she managed to keep it up, hacking a fair distance into the tree, and creating hundreds upon hundreds of splinters. Though, it'd be only minutes into this process that she began to feel this exercise taking a toll on her, her breath grew heavy, and her body strained and already feeling the effects of fatigue.
"Kghh… Don't worry Shika, I've almost got a good chunk." Kuroka would speak her words in-between breaths, a contrastingly cold bead of sweat racing down her forehead into her eye, "I just, khh, gotta get done with this."
The light would fade from the canopy as she continued to throw the knife in, and dig it out, her breath getting evermore weak, and her body slowing down. She must of been at this for an hour, but she had to finish this... She wasn't going to let Shika remain damaged. Although, as she tried to dig the knife out one more time, she'd find herself slipping on the soft dirt, sliding down the tree, and falling down, strewn out on the trunk of the tree. She'd give a sigh, feeling tired, miserable, and worried. Slowly, she'd flip herself around, looking at the similarly prone Shika, noticing it's mask, seemingly... Looking at her.
Kuroka would pause, suddenly chuckling, "Well... I didn't want you to have to do all the work by yourself, Shika… It's my fault you're like this anyways." She'd tilt her head down, her expression grim and somber, "I— I shouldn't have tried to show you off, that was all for a play fight... I should be doing all the work, you should just..."
Kuroka would hesitate once again, looking into the deer-like mask that Shika wore, though nothing was said, she had a sense of, "knowing."
"Well... I suppose if you want to help, I shouldn't stop you..." She'd chuckle, taking a deep exhale at the end of her laugh, "...You're a trooper, Shika!" Suddenly, she'd place her hands together, shaping them into the Rat seal, "Shadow Possession: Puppet Control!"
Black lines of shade would stretch out from underneath her, suddenly wrapping around this puppet, weaving it's way around it's form, but freeing joints and moving parts. With a deep breath and intense focus, Kuroka would begin to move Shika. The movements were all so natural, contained, far removed from marionette like shifting. The puppet would stand up, swaying around unnaturally, yet keeping their movements mostly controlled. Suddenly, they'd begin to move to Kuroka, grabbing the blade from the tree, and in one swift motion, breaking off a piece of wood, sending it flying outwards.
"Show off." Kuroka would say jokingly, releasing the seal, and letting Shika collapse to the ground next to her. She'd smile, although it wouldn't take long for her eyes to close and for her to collapse too.
The crunch of crushed grass and sticks beneath a Shinobi's boot would echo out within this labyrinth of dark forestation. A Ninja, silent amongst the subtle winds, invisible amongst the soaring trees. In their hands, a figure, alike a human, but— innanimate, inactive, silent.
With a small pause in their movement, the shinobi would crouch down, laying this... "thing" down. With a small thud and a weak clatter, the thing would lay strewn across the forest floor, tall grass brushing up against it like cold green bristles. The same shinobi that carried it would take a deep breath, a sigh of relief, standing back up and looking down, down at this thing that yet refused to move. Slowly, the grey cloak that would cover the one who carried it would be removed, the methodic unbuttoning culminating to a swift doff, like a snake shedding it's skin.
With the cloak removed, the face of this shinobi would come into view, a genin, Kuroka Nara, quietly overlooking this inanimate being. There'd be a faint feeling of anxiety emanating off of her like an aura, shown through her pursed lips and worried expression.
"Hey, heya, Shika. Shika." Kuroka would say, talking to the thing laid strewn her feet, "Shika, we're here, hope you didn't mind having to wait..." She'd chuckle, although, the laugh was clearly just to relieve her own worry, "We're here, so, so— I can get you..."
She'd pause, suddenly grabbing onto the thing, holding it's arm, lifting it up, the cloak that concealed it falling down to her hand, the thing's "arm" being nothing more than fractured wood. She'd chuckle once more, though her tired eyes revealed her anxieties and hurt, "We're here now Shika… I can fix this now, I just— I just need to get the right— The right oak... I—"
Kuroka would suddenly go silent, the sides of her lips twitching as she fought back tears, "You're, you're just a puppet, I can fix you, this isn't a problem." She'd give a very large exhale, trying to end stop her worry, trying to stem her fear. She'd let the damaged puppet's arm drop to the ground, having a audible impact with the soft dirt of the forest floor.
She'd begin to remove the jacket that was fitted to the puppet, making sure its chic white mask didn't slip off. Systematically, Kuroka would begin to take measurements, mostly by eye, but also incorporating a small roll of twine, making marks that indicated size. She'd do this for awhile, collecting data of size and shape, and standing back up. She'd begin to walk over to one of the towering trees, rubbing it with her thumb to peel off the bark and see the wood underneath. She'd give a smile, a sign of relief, this was it, the same type of wood Shika was made out of.
Suddenly pulling her sleeve up, Kuroka would grab an odd tool from a harness placed on her forearm. The tool was seemingly nothing more than just a dismantled knife blade. She'd place the blade up against the tree, suddenly kicking it into the tree, wrestling it out, and repeating the process. She clearly wasn't up to the physical demands of this poor man's axe, but she managed to keep it up, hacking a fair distance into the tree, and creating hundreds upon hundreds of splinters. Though, it'd be only minutes into this process that she began to feel this exercise taking a toll on her, her breath grew heavy, and her body strained and already feeling the effects of fatigue.
"Kghh… Don't worry Shika, I've almost got a good chunk." Kuroka would speak her words in-between breaths, a contrastingly cold bead of sweat racing down her forehead into her eye, "I just, khh, gotta get done with this."
The light would fade from the canopy as she continued to throw the knife in, and dig it out, her breath getting evermore weak, and her body slowing down. She must of been at this for an hour, but she had to finish this... She wasn't going to let Shika remain damaged. Although, as she tried to dig the knife out one more time, she'd find herself slipping on the soft dirt, sliding down the tree, and falling down, strewn out on the trunk of the tree. She'd give a sigh, feeling tired, miserable, and worried. Slowly, she'd flip herself around, looking at the similarly prone Shika, noticing it's mask, seemingly... Looking at her.
Kuroka would pause, suddenly chuckling, "Well... I didn't want you to have to do all the work by yourself, Shika… It's my fault you're like this anyways." She'd tilt her head down, her expression grim and somber, "I— I shouldn't have tried to show you off, that was all for a play fight... I should be doing all the work, you should just..."
Kuroka would hesitate once again, looking into the deer-like mask that Shika wore, though nothing was said, she had a sense of, "knowing."
"Well... I suppose if you want to help, I shouldn't stop you..." She'd chuckle, taking a deep exhale at the end of her laugh, "...You're a trooper, Shika!" Suddenly, she'd place her hands together, shaping them into the Rat seal, "Shadow Possession: Puppet Control!"
Black lines of shade would stretch out from underneath her, suddenly wrapping around this puppet, weaving it's way around it's form, but freeing joints and moving parts. With a deep breath and intense focus, Kuroka would begin to move Shika. The movements were all so natural, contained, far removed from marionette like shifting. The puppet would stand up, swaying around unnaturally, yet keeping their movements mostly controlled. Suddenly, they'd begin to move to Kuroka, grabbing the blade from the tree, and in one swift motion, breaking off a piece of wood, sending it flying outwards.
"Show off." Kuroka would say jokingly, releasing the seal, and letting Shika collapse to the ground next to her. She'd smile, although it wouldn't take long for her eyes to close and for her to collapse too.
