Post by chihiro on Jul 28, 2006 12:48:22 GMT -8
The Asian Blossom by Kedralynn @ Deviantart (cropped by me)
.The Basics.
Name: Amuri Chihiro (Chi Amuri)
Meaning: Chihiro - A thousand fathoms , Amuri - to hide, hidden
Alias: Lady Dragon, Juniper Ao
Age: 19
Nationality: Japanese American
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 130
Blood Type: A Negative
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
School: PHS 259 alumni
Physical Appearance: Her long black hair falls straight down her back, falling about mid back. Disheveled bangs frame her face, disguising the thin scar that traces down from her left eyebrow to her left cheekbone. Her eyes are dark and full of expression, though if she closes herself off mentally, her eyes will become blank and lucid, shielding any hint of emotion. She is rather tall for her Asian heritage, but she took her height from her father who stands at about 5'10", as well as her posture to always stand up straight.
Languages: English, Japanese, Russian, French, Spanish
.The Dimension.
Hobbies: Reading, Running, Thinking, Training
Talents: Weaponry, Assassin-ry, Stealth, Artistic talent
Favorite things: Her sketchbook, the beach
Social Information (Click the + for char information
)Clubs: None
Gangs: Former member of the Syndicate, Valekin's 'Shadow Knights'
Friends/Warm Acquaintances (*=gone): Max*++, Atticus*+, John+ Zachariah Saint +
Enemies: Karel+
Status: Single
Past Relationships: Aureus Hayes+, Yamanaka Kiyoshi (NPC)
Mental Information
IQ: 113
Personality: Upon walking into the hallowed halls of PHS 259, Amuri Chihiro was a fiery bombshell, a self-righteous troublemaker in a mini skirt, sly, manical, and cold with a sicky sweet exterior. She prided in her ability to wrap boys around her finger before having her way and dumping them back on the sidewalk. She loved the power. That was before she met Aureus, and her future best friend Max. Aureus put a stop to this, allowing her kinder, softer, more vulnerable nature to come out, a side she hadn't dared to show because she was afraid of being hurt. Max was the feminine boot in her ass, a reality check to make her understand her influence on other people…that is, until Max moved away. Things sort of went downhill from there. She was hurt greatly when a senior transfer named Karel had his way with her, and so she folded in on herself from a mixture of pain and guilt. In the aftermath, she tried to get back to the way she was before, but basically had a nervous breakdown if Karel came anywhere near her or if memories of the incident resurfaced. After breaking up with Aureus, Chi became cold, inverted, and indifferent. She could still function on a semi normal basis, but looking into her eyes you could see that they are devoid of that spark she used to have. She was also more irrational and blunt when provoked, hardened on the outside by what has been done to her, and what she has done to herself.
Next, enter Valekin. The first run-in with the cannibal left her shaking in her shoes, but unscarred. The second time she wasn’t so lucky, being forced into his service as a Shadow Knight. In this line of work she became even colder, calculating, detached. She kept her emotions on the inside for fear of them becoming her fatal flaw. When off duty she would become almost reckless, at which point she met the father of her to-be-lost child, Kiyoshi. Again her life took another 180, finding herself back in Long Beach, caught up in the tumult of her life, the mixture of the added hormones and maturity restructuring her personality.
Today, Chi is very independent in her own right, and fairly quiet. She will warm up to a certain few but otherwise seems thoughtful and aloof. She is very determined and can turn ice cold personality wise in a flash (a habit of years of working with the Shadow Knights), and very dedicated to her cause. Life has handed her its fair share of lemons, and each of these has left a psychological scar on her, but she learned from these tragedies and grew stronger because of it.
Mentality: Moderately stable..
Ideal: 'People don't create weakness, they simply magnify the weakness within ourselves.' 'What doesn't kill us makes us stronger.'
Belief: None
.The Looks.
Build: Lean, slender...like a dancer or gymnast would be.
Head: Long black hair that falls to the small of her back frames her face, her eyes are an equally dark chocolate brown.
Torso: Slim framed with slightly narrow shoulders, but she is nicely curvacious.
Arms: Slender yet strong
Legs: Slender yet strong
Feet: Size 7
Apparel Information
Head Gear: None
Attire: Straightleg sweats (usually in a form of gray or black) and a nicely colored tank, tee shirt, or long sleeved shirt under a poufy black zip up vest. Sometimes vintage or worn jeans, her favorite pair has a hole in the knee, and long torso tshirts and long sleeve shirts and hoodies.
Shoes: brown and pink pumas, sneakers
Misc: None.
Memoirs of a Geisha by Born to Run@Deviantart...cropped by me
.The Skills.
Fighting Information:
Fighting Style: Mixed
Years Practiced: 9
Description of style: A mixture of everything Chi has accumulated over the years. Martial arts from her father's teaching, street fighting and odd things she picked up while in school, capoeira and customized fighting (and assassin) skills trained while with the Shadow Knights. Her movements are fluid and quick, striking fast and hard before withdrawing into defense if the opponent strikes back. Her goal is to take out her opponent as soon as possible.
Weapons:
Morey Morey MK-1 (Mach One) Knife : A US Army combat knife used in Operation Desert Storm. Having her sources, Chihiro acquired hers though a few connections. It is always holstered at her right shin, though very very rarely uses it unless she needs to. More of a precautionary weapon she wears at all times in either a chest holster or shin holster, both hidden.
Manrikigusari : A martial arts weapon, a weighted chain swinging weapon used to ensnare or entangle your enemies. It would probably hurt if you were hit with it too. Worn on assignment in a holster at her hip.
Kamas : A martial arts weapon also know as a 'sickle' that originated as an instrument for harvesting wheat. Worn on assignment, holstered on either side of her.
Fighting Fan : More or less to go with her guise as a geisha, whenever dressed like one she will carry this fan. A minute, fine black metal razor lines the edge, almost impossible to distinguish from the rest of the fan. Worn whenever dressed as a geisha/on assignment holstered at the hip. She owns two, one for each hand.
Other Skills
-Lock picking (3 years)
-Stealth (5 years)
-Hacking (2 years)
-Assassination (3 years)
Ornithophobia III by larafairie @ Deviantart
.The Story.
Family Information:
Mother (Estranged)~ Chou 'butterfly', Freelance Design Artist
Father(Estranged)~ Hideki 'esteemed excellence', Marital Arts Master
Brother(In Japan)~Kenji 'study' , Martial Arts Apprentice
Family Home: House, 1764 Shoreline Drive
History:
Short Version
*Born in Long Beach, CA to Chou and Hideki Amuri, Kenji 5 years her senior
*Attended Lady of Mercy Primary School (Private School), which was later closed down after a terrible fire in her 8th year
*Began Public High School #259 in 9th grade
*Became a member of the Syndicate led by Travis Delmonte
*Dated Aureus Hayes
*The Syndicate disbanded
*Drama: Rasha/Karel/Chi/Aureus
*Recruited by Valekin by force into the Shadow Knights
*MO' DRAMA!
*Graduated early and took off to Philadelphia, PA with SK
*Enrolled in Mugen University for Art, became tattoo artist
*Hooked up with Kiyoshi (fellow SK) and wound up pregnant
*Left Philadelphia for Long Beach and took up residence
*Was estranged by family
*Met back up with Aureus and John Ong, old friends
*Agreed to help John take down Sean Barker
*Got tangled in a school-wide battle w/ the enforcers, took injury to her stomach
*Miscarriage @ 4 months
*Opens her own Tattoo shoppe in hopes of starting fresh.
Some Paragraphy Old Stuff
“Okay Chihiro, this is called the monkey’s foot.” A tall broad man said, swooping to the ground and kicking his foot out in a wide arch of a kick that paralleled the ground, all the while keeping his balance at the top end of his body, like a pendulum. Chihiro yawned.
“You taught me that one already, Father-sensei.” The brown haired girl persisted, frowning and crossing her arms. They’d been training for almost an hour, and she could think of a hundred better things to do that jump around in the backyard again and again, going over enough punches, kicks, and blocks to last her two lifetimes, and she doubted she would ever need any in one, unless she intended to become a master like her father or brother. Which she didn’t. Chi kicked at the grass with a pink toe-nailed bare foot.
“Yes, but have you perfected it yet? You never practice unless I’m breathing down you neck about it.” Her father asked, skepticism written all over his face. Chi was silent, and that was all the answer he needed. “The problem with you is that you have no sense of dedication, Chihiro. And I have to say that I am quite disappointed in you. I know you may not respect the martial arts, and following in my footsteps is that last thing you’d ever want to do, but I’m teaching you more than dancesteps and whimsy-flips,” He said, his voice echoing with sarcasm, “I’m teaching you discipline, and one day you will thank me for it.” Silence stretched between them for a long moment. Chi looked at her feet. I need to repaint my nails, The thought crossed her mind, but she immediately pushed it out as she understood that she should be thinking about what her father was saying. “Before you come in, I want you to do five laps around the yard, and ten reps of: roundhouse kick, back hand punch, lunge punch, crescent kick, inside block, outside block, monkey’s foot…both left and right.” She ordered, adding in the move he had just been teaching her to make his point. Turning his back on his only daughter, he slowly walked up to the back deck and through the sliding glass door into the house without another word.
Chi fell to the ground in an “Indian-style” sit, pursing her lips in a frustrated frown, taking a moment to violently pick at some blades of grass in front of her before starting her assignment. After a moment, she stood up with a sigh, and set of at a run around the outer edge of their half acre lawn, falling into a pace subconsciously, her mind elsewhere.
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The sunlight fell through the sheer white curtains of the bedroom, the rays falling on the slumbering figure of a girl, her long jet black hair a shock against the white of her bedding. With a yawn, the figure moved, stretching her arms over her head lazily as she began to wake up. Throwing aside the covers, she tumbled out of her canopy bed, catching her footing on the hardwood floor. Another yawn and another stretch, the girl approached the vanity against one of the fours walls of her bedroom, blinking wearily at her reflection. Corners of her delicate mouth turned downward in a scowl before fading back to a tired look of indifference. She gently picked up a brush from the vanity table and ran it through her waist length hair before placing it back on the table in the same spot. She didn’t even bother glancing down at her sleep attire: a white beater and plaid boxer-like shorts in varying black and pinks, the elastic rolled over once on her slender waist, before exiting her room. She didn’t really care about her appearance first thing in the morning, and she could change after she had something to eat. Bare feet led her down the hall and the ivory carpeted stairs to the first floor, resting a hand on the banister as per habit since the time she had fallen down the very same stairs when she was four. Not that she needed to steady herself anymore, it was more of a comfort thing.
Turn right at the bottom, through the arch doorway thing and into the kitchen, which was also a startling white, from the wall treatment and curtains to the appliances. A lot of things were white in her house. White meant clean. White meant perfect, and when things looked perfect, people didn’t tend to question about the inner workings of a home, turning a blind eye to any imperfections there. The breakfast nook was empty, a curved light wood bench and glass counter table taking up the corner of the room. It was one of her favorite places in the house, and it was also the one most seldom used. Glancing from there to the glass sliding doors to the back deck and garden, she could see a tall man already at work on the lawn, going through the moves of his kata, his black uniform pants and tshirt moving perfectly under the movements of his rippling muscles. So Father was already out this morning. Once again, not a surprise. The young girl approached the door, sliding it open enough to lean out and call to him. “Are you eating?” She asked, meaning breakfast. Like a family. Hah.
The man paused, his hands out in front of him, palms sideways, his right foot in front of his left should length apart. The man frowned, his brows furrowing as he showed his displeasure at her interruption. “No.” He replied shortly, continuing his kata, not even bothering to give his daughter so much as a look.
Chi was beginning to wonder if anything would change the slightest bit. Apparently not today. She didn’t know why she continued to ask him the same question every morning, his answer was always the same. Maybe it was because it gave her a reason to actually talk to him. Once again...hah. Chihiro looked down at the deck then back up at the man she called her father, who had resumed practicing as if she hadn’t even been there. “Where’s Mother? She hasn’t-” She asked doubtfully, an almost pleading note in her voice as she reached out conversationally to her father again. The man sighed exasperatedly, this time dropping his hands and turning to face her. His chiseled features displayed great annoyance in her petty attempts to talk to him. It was tiresome.
“How the hell should I know, Chihiro? I make it a point to stay clear of her doings. Now if you please..” He said, his deep voice projecting his annoyance with her. He turned and resumed practicing, though his movements were wider and more exaggerated. No, you don’t, and that’s the problem. Chihiro hated when her father talked to her in such a tone. With such disregard, like he didn’t even care. And he didn’t…he wanted nothing to do with this family. Nothing. Not her, not her mother, the only thing he really cared about was his precious arts. And since Kashi was gone, and following in his father’s footsteps, he had no reason to think about him either, as he had chosen the honorable way of the family. They rarely even mentioned her brother anymore, and he’d only been gone for a year. That is, when they bother to talk at all. Well he can have his precious honor and be damned, Chi thought bitterly, pulling herself back inside and sliding the door closed again. With a tired sigh, she turned to a cabinet and took out a tall glass, filling it with water at the sink and dropping a single ice cube in it.
Back through the arch thing and up the stairs, this time turning left instead of right, toward her parent’s bedroom. Pausing at the door, she opened it slowly and quietly, peering into the dark room. The curtains were pulled over the windows, only a crack of light shining through to wall, falling in a sliver on the floor. The girl blinked, adjusting her vision, and then stepped inward, reaching the bedside table where next to a figure lay almost completely cocooned in a mass of sheets with an exception to her long hair peeking out of the top. Black, like Chihiro’s, though laced with streaks of silver about her temples. She placed the glass of water on a coaster already on the table, then after casting a look at the sleeping figure, she walked silently across the room, her footsteps dampened by the carpet, and into the adjoining master bathroom. She approached the large mirror that doubled as a medicine cabinet, opening it and taking out a clear bottle with a white top that was half-filled with small, white, oblong pills. Aspirin. She opened the bottle with one twist and tipped it into her hand, taking two from it.
Close the bottle, put it back on the shelf, re-enter the room. The figure hadn’t moved. She placed the pills by the glass of water, just as she’d done countless times before. Dark eyes caught sight of another bottle, medium sized, on the table along with a glass. The bottle was empty, only a trickle of the clear liquid could be seen at the very bottom. There were lipstick marks on the glass from where her mother had drunk the intoxicating poison. Without a word, she automatically picked up the bottle and glass in one hand. Her mother probably wouldn’t wake up until late midday by the looks of it. It wasn’t that unfamiliar.
Disappointment was written all over the girl’s porcelain face as she glanced once more at the sleeping woman. I shouldn’t have to do this, and neither should you. Daughters weren’t meant to take care of their mothers... She thought bitterly, touching a lock of the sleeping woman’s hair in a sadly affectionate sort of way. One more thing before she left…approaching the windows, she straightened the curtains, the sliver of light disappearing behind dark fabric. She left without another look, closing the door silently. Back down the hall, down the stairs, through the arch, to the kitchen. She placed the glass in the sink and with a stare at the bottle in her hands, promptly dropped it into the trash, the heavy glass making a thunk as it hit the bottom.
Living Status Information
Type of resident: Apartment above her Shoppe. 17B Cove Avenue
Roommates: N/A
Cases Against The Faculty:?? (Records Lost)
Cases Of Hurting Students:?? (Records Lost)
