Iseya, Hyori. [Kiri Genin]

"If you ever find yourself in the wrong story, leave."



Name: Iseya, Hyori.
Nickname: N/A.
Age: 16.
Gender: Female.
Village: Kirigakure No Sato.
Village Rank: Genin.
Skill Rank: D.



Height: 5’5”.
Weight: 110 lbs.
Hair color: White.
Eye Color: Grey.

Looks Image:



Looks Description:

It’s difficult to ascertain when trickery and deceit are present in Hyori’s manifestation. It wasn’t until interaction with other peers when she became conscious of her myriad insufficiencies. As if the sudden realization played a role in the development of Hyori’s exterior, she grew no more than a quarter of an inch per year, which halted to a stop in her early teens, totalling up to her current height of 5 foot 5 inches. When questioned about her stature (a rather popular topic with Hyori’s extended family), she excused herself on the grounds of poor bone density and genetic miscalculation within her maternal relatives. As for the paternal side, there was the notorious practice of give and take – the inability to grow past a preteen’s height for her outstretched, slender legs, from where the aura of elegance arose.

Dipped in dusty white chalk is Hyori’s hair, white as snow since birth. Having figured out through a series of professional hair coloring – where she indulged in the usual black and the occasional brown – that escaping from the milky hue was inevitable, the concern for her hair faded quickly – unlike her peers during a similar time in their growth. This is an old argument and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries, but suffice it to say that the existence of white hair does not in any way affect the development of a human being. “Fast aging,” they called it, a term usually associated with when talking about this particular Iseya. However, standing in the way of what could have been, a foolproof argument, is the specific arrangement of the features on Hyori’s face.

Eyes that are seemingly too thin to be able to observe and analyze (reworded: eyes that look like they’d suck at being eyes) sit just below the bangs that cover the noticeably delicate skin of the eyelids. Heavy are the eyelashes – long and luscious strands of thick black, naturally curling upwards – that circle around the eyes, extending to a point on her lower lash line.  The unusually high placement of the bridge of her nose is a common (and charismatic) feature of the Iseyas – a peculiarity that Hyori’s female peers were constantly jealous of. Overall, the characteristic features give rise to a fresh, tender face, causing confusion due to the coupling with her aging-like hair.

From what could be gathered on the rare occasions when Hyori exited the environment of the Iseya home, she wasn’t much for uniformity and the already-established. She might have been nervous with her unusual style of clothing bordering on slightly traditional for the current century, keenly aware that this particular choice in apparel complicates efforts to fend off unwanted eyes dancing around her. Since six years removed from proper full-time schoolic exposure to her peers also meant six years without proper guidance regarding garment choice, that role was filled by her aged grandmother on her mother’s side, whose eyes really did suck at being eyes. Ancient, almost outdated kimonos were often draped across Hyori’s petite figure, whose protests were silenced by her grandmother who assured her that it’s “what all the cool kids were wearing.” Battle gear was not any different than her usual wardrobe – Hyori found it absolutely baffling as to how one could possibly change into an entirely different attire during combat.



Personality Description:

Her mother was discouraged from having a 2nd child after dangerously giving birth to Hyori and when time came around for the 2nd attempt, she was declared infertile. Distressed about the absence of a direct male heir, her relationship with her daughter represents one that is based on physical gratification. Hyori’s efforts to win the approval of her mother carried on well into her early teens and were recently heavily subdued after her graduation with the realization of some self-worth – not only as a person, but a shinobi as well. Despite this, she somehow feels a stronger sense of attachment to her mother, although she rarely receives the same sentiment back. Her father, on the other hand, quite often showers his daughter with such affection and warmth but Hyori reacts by withdrawing from him and assuming a detached attitude punctuated by bursts of sarcastic humour. This misbehaviour stems from her lack of experience with male suitors (the Electra complex was clearly absent during Hyori’s childhood).

To branch off from her unwillingness to accept her father’s affections, Hyori has often found within herself the longing to secure herself to a man, with no regards to the relationship between them. It is perceivable that she may not have had any partiality for them – she only wanted encouragement to attach herself. Her affections would continually fluctuate but never without an object of interest. And when this desire would die down, she found no need to announce its expiry and kept inside her the emotions associated with heartbreak. Although Hyori considers herself a veteran with the amount of “relationships” she has been involved in, she is yet very alien to the basic principles of human interaction.

The report in general circulation within Kirigakure (and select surrounding nations) of the Iseyas wealth gave her the reassurance for her haughty behaviour. Her manners, though well bred, were not very inviting and she was often in the habit of associating with people of rank and were therefore, in every respect, entitled to think well of herself. Her observations of strangers are often borderline insulting, and Hyori consistently denies every attempt at conversation by those she doesn’t consider herself to be associated or “close” with. She isn’t much for parties or crowds either – during the period of time when her relatives would pay them a visit (occurring every weekend), Hyori scarcely opened her mouth except to complain of fatigue, and was evidently impatient to have the house to herself again.

Having no siblings or any remote interest in the few cousins she has, Hyori has acclimated to the solitary lifestyle she currently lives. Her socially awkward behaviour around others (with the exception of her parents and grandmother) is entirely evident, especially around peers in the same age group. This can be considered as a significant weakness if she does decide to continue as a shinobi – her lack of sensibility for other team members as well as her unwillingness to cooperate will prove to be detrimental to not only her group but herself as well.

Likes: Avocados, cold weather, soft pillows, dark (but not black) nail polish and long showers.
Dislikes: Cherry tomatoes, humidity, irony, toe-socks and abdominal pain.
Catch Phrases: N/A.
Nindo: "If you ever find yourself in the wrong story, leave."



Element Affinity: Suiton.
Sub Element Affinity: N/A.



History:

The act of divorce or even mere conversations regarding the separation of two individuals legally devoted to one another was not met with reason nor acceptance in the Iseya family. Actually a rather serious topic with bitter history and resentment, to the public eye, it just seemed like an unknown practice in that household. According to her memory, which she recalls from around the age of 4 or 5, she lived through those socially ignorant eyes until the spring of her 12th year.

Her seemingly introverted disposition was the excuse her parents needed to confidently explain Hyori’s lack of contact with her peers. It was also something they used to their advantage which caused them to be overly confident about their daughter’s ignorance due to her rarely exiting from her room. Within her presence, her parents took the utmost interest in personifying a marriage free from any quarrels and disputes, but the image would fail with the absence of their daughter. And it wasn’t until her 12th year when she became informed of their efforts to keep her unaware of their failed marriage. She was not near enough to hear any of their conversations but from a distance, she could see how seldom they spoke to each other and how formal and cold was their manner in whatever they did.

For whatever reason, whether it may be genetically driven or stronger emotional attachments, Hyori often felt more compassion towards her mother when she would listen in, purposely and accidentally, on their hushed arguments. But she was not of a disposition in which compassion overflows in mirth and rather decided to know that she was compassionate about her mother, than to feel. Throughout the period of time in which she observed their actions, she felt no responsibility to take part in reconstructing their relationship – from what she saw, it was beyond repair.

There was a period of time when the arguments surpassed the usual level of hostility – during which time the “d”-word was uttered by both parties – but soon after, both their resentments gave way, either due to their affections for Hyori or their mutual understanding of what would be a pointless attempt to break ties and stir up unnecessary tension in the family.  Soon after, they reached the level of indifference (which they are in presently) – for one another and towards the situation – with tolerable composure and with a propriety of behaviour equally free from any symptom of bitterness, or any unnecessary complaisance.

Hyori’s childhood passed quietly, unmarked by anything extraordinary. The decision to enroll her into Kiri’s shinobi academy was met with strong disdain from members of her paternal side. Firmly attached to the belief of male dominance, they themselves saw Hyori in an entirely different light – one which composed of housework and tending to their family’s needs. In their reply to the letter which announced Hyori’s enrollment, they sent her parents language so very abusive, especially of Hyori, that for some time all interactions were at an end. But at length, by her grandmother’s persuasion, they were prevailed onto overlook the offence, and seek reconciliation, which was met with a decision to withhold Hyori from proper education for a period of 6 years. Until the 6 years pass, everything would be too recent for gaiety.

However, her father’s insistence on educating his daughter took him to lengths which would be considered “extreme” to his wife and the rest of his siblings, and his final decision – to hire a private tutor – was not met with the greatest of acceptance. However, realizing the bounds of their opinions could not be extended to overpower the birthright of their oldest brother, they slowly backed away and proceeded to judge from a safe distance.

Compared to her peers in the academy, Hyori had very little drive and limited interest in becoming educated and ripening her skills as a shinobi. At first, she was openly against the idea of a tutor taking her afternoons away 5 days a week, but the opposition quickly dispersed upon their first meeting. From that day to the termination of his employment after the academy exams, it was a childish, underdeveloped one-sided love. To her parents, he could be only a man whose purpose was to teach her daughter in return for an excessively high hourly wage and whose merit they would continually undervalue, but to her own more extensive information, he was the person whom she regarded herself with an interest, if not quite so tender, at least reasonable and just (in her opinion), as what her mother felt for her father.

Her pursuit of accomplishments and questionable bursts of enthusiasm and energy were solely due to her affections towards her tutor. Her father was pleased, however, as he saw no signs of the unhealthy attachment of her daughter to the man, and even more so when she graduated just a semester behind her classmates. The ceremony was filled with a mixture of emotions and her parents probably felt for her probably more than she felt for herself. She was then hoping to be soon joined by him, when all her views were overthrown, by seeing him fall a victim to what it seemed to be the final interaction between him and her parents. But the rest of the day passed tranquilly away; the comfort of ease would come in due time.

RP Sample:

One’s natural body alarm tends to function independent of the host’s resting needs and seldom takes into consideration of any consciously planned awakening times. The feeling of being exiled from the bed, coupled with the incessant splattering of the beginning of a thunderstorm onto the windows began to set the atmosphere for the entire day. Startled to hear the east bedroom doors open an hour in advance, Hyori’s father began his inquiry but to every question replied that she was fine.

Her father made his way towards the kitchen where her mother was, and Hyori’s eyes had intuitively taken the same direction. In what state the affair stood at present between them, Hyori knew not, for no communication with any of her family had yet been attempted. His complexion was white with agitation, and he looked as if fearful of his reception and conscious that he merited no kind one.

“Hyori’s awake, so prepare another plate.”

He immediately took all that trouble on himself and Hyori had the benefit of a meal without the exertion of seeking it. She could picture her mother’s reaction to his demand – a piercing gaze fixed onto him with impatience but the sensibility to obey. Had she witnessed her distress firsthand and been under the influence of her father’s manner, it is probable that her compassion would have been greater and the offer to join her parents for breakfast would have been politely accepted. But her sudden awakening had placed a slight discomfort within her stomach, and she was fearful that breakfast would not be so easily digested.

Without a word she ventured outside, but having forgotten her umbrella, she was confined to the porch which extended as far out to the edge of the house. Relocating to the corner just within the dry boundaries, she took a seat on the only remaining dry stool, and bringing her knees to her chest, wrapped them with her sweater. Early mornings with the onset of a storm led to a drop in the temperature, and even in late afternoons the temperature never increased more than a few degrees.

It seemed as if not all of her senses were functionally conscious – her sight had not yet caught up with her reasoning – from a night of less sleep than she had expected. 6am in this secluded neighbourhood in tolerable weather rarely brought visitors, and she questioned her vision as a shadow drew near in the midst of this thunderstorm. The image – stretched vertically from the placement of the sun – moved towards the Iseya house, with hands seemingly tucked in or pressed against the pockets, and steps carefully calculated to avoid deep puddles.

Against the interest of her own individual comfort, Hyori escaped the shelter of the porch and carefully walked towards to the placement of the shadow. In a moment she perceived that the individual was likewise aware of the mistake as the image began to retreat – slowly at first, then noticeably hurriedly, probably in the direction from which it originally came. The figure’s cautious movements working in coordination with the row of trees and the nation’s famous fog prevented Hyori from seeing the owner of the shadow, and as the steps increased in speed to a jog, she yelled out:

“Hey! This is private property!”