Hozuki Amaya || Genin

[Hozuki Amaya]

 you came on like a vision in the dark

Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. If you can't go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.

Hozuki Amaya
~ Will of the Abyss, Pandora Hearts ~

Alias: She's been called a lot of things, but nothing she'd answer to. _{Why does everybody think they deserve some special name?}

Age & DOB: 16, October 6

Gender: Female. Or an amorphous blob, depending on the moment.

Sexuality: Undecided.


Village: Kirigakure no Sato

Rank & Position: Genin

Chakra Nature:

• Suika no Jutsu [Hydrification Technique]
  
• Suiton [Water Release]

Chakra Manipulations:

• Suika no Jutsu [Hydrification Technique]
  
• Suiton [Water Release]

Appearance

Amaya inherited her good looks from her father’s end of the gene pool. Silvery locks run down her back, layered bangs framing her pretty face, partially obscuring bright violet eyes that glow with mischief. Her canines are especially prominent in her smile, and she’s quite proud of her fangs. Her complexion is ivory white, almost translucent in some places, fitting considering her abilities. Her natural height is 5’8”, and her weight is 135 pounds. Her form is lean, her muscles—when they are muscles—firm and strong. Her curves, and she certainly has curves, are enough to satisfy without being too much, for which she’s thankful. In her mind, anything more than a decent handful is a waste. Despite years of training her skin is smooth and unmarred by scars or callouses, a benefit of her bloodline. Her nails tend to get broken or chewed up so the length varies, any paint she deigns to put on them usually ending up chipped before the day is out.

She has very little interest in clothes, wearing them because it’s considered a social requirement more than any sake of vanity. Her boots have heels so low they’re practically flats, as she doesn’t exactly need much in the way of extra height. Her sleeveless tunic goes down to her knees, the bindings and shorts beneath glimpsed whenever the front falls open, which it usually does. Slung around her hips is a belt, and while it does marvelously at keeping her tunic closed—ish—its main purpose is to carry her things and free up her hands. On her right hip the belt holds a holster for her water bottle with a pouch on either side, the left side bearing slots meant to be occupied by scrolls. On the rare occasion she’s out overnight she has a pack that can hold the remainder of her belongings, the bag old and worn, hardly of any interest to most.

Personality

Amaya is a bit of an odd duck, partly because of the polar opposites she had as far as examples to draw from.

Any naivety she once had about the world was beaten out of her long ago, and what’s left is a person who has no interest in taking anybody’s bull, and despite her youth she’s very much a realist, having a tendency to cut through the fronts other people rely on. If she’s gonna be treated like crap regardless, there’s no real point in holding her tongue, now, is there? She is not, however, without some manners. Respect is given when it’s deserved, though only as much as necessary—blowing smoke isn’t one of her skills—and when protocol relaxes she doesn’t care whether you’re a nameless civilian or the leader of your country, she’ll treat both just the same.

She’s pleasant enough, if a tad upfront and abrasive for some tastes. She’s not above taunting others for kicks, though it’s generally only meant to get a reaction, not actually wound the target. She has a bad habit of cursing to excess when she’s in a mood, and though she’s well aware of it she doesn’t curb said habit unless the situation requires it. She tries to keep a lid on her language around impressionable youngsters, but beyond that, if you don’t like what she says then you shouldn’t listen. She tends to come off a bit insensitive, perhaps even callous, though she’s only behaving the way she was taught to be. When you show weakness it’s only a matter of time before it gets turned against you. It’s best to be unbreakable.

She’s low maintenance, preferring to be anywhere else rather than being stuck in some salon with “the ladies”, though when you have no women around to teach you how to be ladylike there’s not much you can expect. She knows all the theories and maneuvers to work her feminine wiles if a situation requires it, but she doesn’t generally care to rely on such pretenses in her personal life. Flower arranging is only so useful, after all. Besides, upstanding ladies don’t have nearly as much fun as crass bitches.

Amaya’s a firm believer in making your own happiness, and to damn the consequences. She’s the girl who orders dessert first, because why should she have to muddle through the mud when she could get to the good stuff right off? Speaking of dessert she loves food and has quite a sweet tooth, and she’s almost always got something edible on her. She’ll share if you ask nice, but she’ll expect the same in return.

Growing up with minimal discipline or supervision, taught her that if she wants to do it and can get away with it, then there’s no real reason not to, regardless of whether some would call it “ethical”. While her moral compass needs a few tweaks as far as execution, her heart is usually in a good place, and despite her occasional bouts of childishness and overall careless nature she’s not above altruism. Were it not for the kindness of strangers she would never have survived as long as she has, and this is something she keeps in mind when dealing with others. When a stranger’s in need, especially if that need is simple, she’s not above offering a hand, and generally asks nothing in return. She is not, however, one to be taken advantage of, and she doesn’t like being lied to. Lies have a tendency to stick in her craw, and she’s not above using your bones to pick those little buggers out.

A bit of a show-off, Amaya bears the cocky swagger of the young and fearless, clearly the type who considers herself invincible—though in her defense she’s about as close as you can get—and has no fear of battle, despite what disadvantages she may have. Even in a fight her cocky nature remains in place, a fanged smirk on her lips and a taunt always at the tip of her tongue. It isn’t unless you really piss her off that the growing Mist kunoichi in her comes out. At that point all traces of humor vanish, and you’re left with a silent, coldblooded warrior that’s difficult to hurt and entirely out for herself and her ends. She isn’t a nice person when she’s in this mood. You wouldn’t like her, and you should try very hard not to ever meet her.

History

Hozuki Arashitoru was a Jōnin from Kirigakure with a decent success rate and a reputation for being mostly reliable at work—when the pay was right—if not necessarily in his social endeavors. He was on a mission in Kumogakure, the details of which are classified, and had stopped to have a drink and take in the local color when a pretty young Chūnin caught his eye. He’d never been above mixing a bit of pleasure with his business before, and this time was no exception. The next morning Ikazuchi Kiyoshi woke up to a pounding ache in her head and cool sheets. It is here that our story begins.

It was several weeks before Kiyoshi even discovered she was pregnant, her medic making said discovery while setting a broken rib received in training, and was immediately put on light duty. With no other means of supporting herself and no family willing to assist her she was forced to resort to basic, D-Rank missions around the village to save up money. Her healers had to keep careful track of her during her developing pregnancy, discovering a few peculiarities with her case. While most women complained of swelling and water retention, Kiyoshi was more often than not feelings symptoms of dehydration, even though she was drinking more than enough for a woman in her condition. Aside from a few quirks and hiccups, the pregnancy developed normally. It was a particularly stormy night when Kiyoshi was taken to the delivery room, the thunder raging all through the long hours of labor. In time the babe’s cry sounded, signaling a successful delivery, but the healers had no time to celebrate. Swelling in the brain had begun during Kiyoshi’s labor and had reached a critical point near the end; she wouldn’t survive the night. The orphan was named Amaya, and taken from her comatose mother to be bathed and checked over.

The first weeks of Amaya’s life were spent in the hospital, the healers struggling to find the proper balance to keep the child from growing dehydrated—a chronic issue with the child—without running the risk of overfeeding her. They quickly learned that giving the babe pure water between feeding times kept her both healthy and happy. Unfortunately, finding someone capable of caring for a young infant, particularly one with her “special needs” was challenging. Eventually they were able to place her in a home, and the little girl grew. Despite her circumstances Amaya was a precocious little thing, always toddling along behind the older orphaned children in the home—usually with a water-filled bottle in hand—and watching them play and roughhouse with bright eyes, joining in whenever the opportunity presented itself. There was rarely a dog pile made that didn’t have a silver-haired little topper adorning it. One would think that being the youngest and smallest would make her prone to injury but she was surprisingly resilient, having a habit of bouncing back quickly on the few occasions that she did get caught in the rough play.

She was four years old when she got into her first real scrape, getting into a fight with an older child who tried to bully her allowance away from her and was angry when she didn’t back down. Her resilience and determination were admirable, but with no experience or training she was doomed to lose this fight. This was the first time her bloodline was discovered, her unconscious form dissolving into jelly through the bully’s fingers. Had she been awake to see the child’s terrified expression as he wet himself, she would have laughed. As it was medics were called, and after a bit of maneuvering Amaya was taken to the hospital. Not much was known about the girl’s ability, save for the fact that it—and apparently her father—came from the Mist Village. The task of containing a child with more “special needs” than anyone was willing to handle was a daunting one, but the opportunity to examine what were considered to be carefully guarded secrets up close was welcomed by some, and the way to deal with the matter was up for debate.

Company came calling in the night, the visitor a stranger to her, though there were far more people she didn’t know than did, so this wasn’t new. It probably should have been more troubling to her that he’d come in through the window rather than the door, but when he offered her a plush doll and a kind smile the naïve child was more than satisfied. Fortunately for Amaya, the stranger wouldn’t be unfamiliar for long. Being carried away from everything she knew should have been terrifying, but to her it felt like an adventure, the kind children dream of hearing about, let alone experiencing. The stranger introduced himself as Hozuki Akio, informing her that he was her uncle. He did, in fact, look very much like the girl she saw when she looked into the mirror, so she saw no reason not to believe him.

Upon arriving in Kirigakure, the little girl was taken to the home of Arashitoru and introduced to her new “family”. It was not the most joyous of reunions, to say the least. Arashitoru had popped by to see about another night of company the next time he’d traveled through and learned the girl he’d met in passing years before had died in childbirth, and that this brat existed didn’t particularly surprise him—you can’t make as many omelets as he had without dropping a little shell in from time to time—but the burden was most certainly not a welcome one. Hozuki Shizuku was even less hospitable. What her husband did away from home was beyond her control, she knew that. However, to have living, breathing evidence of his philandering ways right before her eyes… It wasn’t as though the relation could be denied, either. If her developing Hydrification skills weren’t enough, she’d inherited her father’s looks, her pale skin and silver locks a sharp contrast with vibrant violet eyes identical to the ones that Shizuku had spent much of her youth endeavoring to draw her way. Her Arashi was in big trouble. And the child was expected to live in her house? Well, she’d just see about that. Fortunately for Amaya, the issue was above Shizuku’s head; Akio made the decision for them. The child was her husband’s blood and he would take responsibility for his mistakes.

Things were awkward at first. Her half-siblings—Irchirou and Jirou—taunted her mercilessly, calling her a bastard amongst other cruel names, their bullying ignored by her father and subtly encouraged by her new step-mother. Her time as an unwanted orphan ultimately came in quite handy, Amaya was already largely self-sufficient and was used to older children behaving like bullies, and the majority of their taunts had no effect. Their words and gestures rolled off her like water off a duck’s back, appropriate, given her lineage. Many of the local children took to following the cues given by her so-called brothers, and finding friends was challenging for the young girl. It hurt to be rejected so easily, but it couldn’t last forever. In time the children in Kumo had learned to tolerate her tagging along and had eventually come to like her. If she persevered, making new friends should be no different, even if her location was.

Uncle Akio was far more pleasant to the little lady, and she spent a good deal of her time with him when she was kicked out to play. He didn’t approve of his brother’s behavior, but there was only so much he could do about it, and he humored the girl as best he could. It wasn’t so bad, really. He had no children of his own and was unlikely to have any, and didn’t mind spending time with his brother’s “brat”. He was too old to be considered a friend but he was the only real family she had that counted, and she soaked up what opportunities she could find. Often times he served as a sympathetic ear, giving her tips learned from a lifetime of suffering as the younger sibling, and teaching her some of life’s important lessons. He was her rock on the bad days, including her worst.

On this terrible day in question she’d brought home a bunny, having captured the fat beasty all on her own, and had planned to make a little hutch for him in her room. Step-mommy dearest didn’t care what she did so long as she was quiet, so she didn’t expect any trouble. On her way back inside after fetching some supplies she’d found her new pet still dripping and already cold, and it made sense why her brother’s had been so pleased with themselves. She hated them, in that moment. Uncle Akio had found her crying with the dead bunny in her arms, unsure whether to bury it in the garden or to take him back to the forest where she’d found him. He took the burden from her, giving her comfort as best he could. She couldn’t prevent that others in this world were cruel and spiteful, that would never be in her ability. If she wished to combat that cruelty, she’d need to take measures to protect what was dear to her. It was a harsh lesson for a young child, but tears solved nothing. Gentleness had a place, but outside of it, such a weakness was only going to be exploited, and thickening the girl’s skin would serve her better than sympathy ever could. Weeks later he presented her with a well-preserved rabbit skin, and she kept it well hidden with the few belongings she treasured. Her bunny might be gone, but no one ever really goes away completely. You just have to hold onto the pieces left behind.

Joining the academy was a godsend for Amaya as was Akio, who’d taken the liberty of ensuring her registration there, a thought that had eluded the minds of her parents. Separated from her brothers and other older children she was able to meet her peers, and while some knew of her through the grapevine, outright cruelty was generally replaced with curiosity. She did well enough in her basic lessons, and while the more feminine topics were of little interest to the young tomboy, she did her best to exceed expectations, if only to prove she could. Training at home was far less pleasant. While her brothers were already entrenched in basic Kenjutsu training she was excluded to prevent hindering the boy’s progress. For her brothers, having their little half-sister around meant having a moving target that was smaller, weaker, and completely inexperienced. Any time they had their bokken in their hands when their sights set on her their gusto for training intensified, and most of her time was spent fending off their attacks with minimal success. Fortunately for her, this would give her a lot of practice training to defend against larger opponents and to control the resiliency provided by her bloodline. Both of these skills would take time, but she had that if nothing else. In the meantime, her uncle had no problem stepping in to make the training as interesting as the boys desired.

As the years passed, Amaya grew steadily. Under the tutelage of her uncle she learned to use her Hydrification technique to avoid getting hurt in fights with her brothers or peers, and eventually learned how to do more than evade and block blows, making more of her own as time went on. Being smaller might have been a disadvantage at first, but she learned to turn it around, as most do in her situation. She wasn’t a particularly offensive fighter for the most part, preferring to evade and defend until her opponents were tired before giving them a proper pummeling. It was more satisfying that way. By the time Amaya left the academy for the last time with her hitai-ate in hand she was confident that things were looking up.

She took every mission she could, the simple menial labor missions enough to fill the girl’s pockets more than she was accustomed to. Though it was hardly enough to be considered extravagant wealth, it was more than enough for someone who was used to having nothing, and she supported herself well enough. Fortunately she didn’t have to move out on her own completely, Uncle Akio rented her a room in his place at a discount rate in exchange for her help taking care of chores. When work called him away she had the place to herself, an excellent bonus.

Combat Stats

Paths of the Shinobi:

Primary: Path of the Soul
Secondary: Path of the Mind
Weakest: Path of the Body

Equipment:

Belt

• Right Hip
  
• Front Pouch
  
• Snacks and Sweets (varies)
  

[li]Holster w/ Water Bottle x1

[/li][li]Back Pouch, AKA The Abyss. _{Eventually she’ll go through it. Someday. Maybe. Probably not}
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• Pocket Money
  
• Hair ties x2
  
• Senbon x2
  
• Spool of half-used wire x1
  
• Stray kunai x1
  
• Candy wrappers x3
  
• Lint _{x5 pea-sized balls perfect for flicking at people}

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[li]Left Hip
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• Scroll 1 > Weapon Scroll
  
• Kunai x12
  
• Shuriken x12
  
• Wire x1 spool
  
• Explosive Tags x6
  

[li]Scroll 2 > Savings
[/li][li]Scroll 3 > Water Scroll Empty
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Special Abilities:

i. Suika no Jutsu [Hydrification Technique]: A secret technique, the Hydrification skill allows the user to liquefy and solidify their body at will, providing several highly strategic advantages in exchange for heightened vulnerability to lightning chakra in their fluid form.

 

ii. Sensory Abilities: With time and practice a shinobi can train their latent chakra-sensing abilities to sense chakra signatures with greature accuracy and at greater ranges.

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Known Techniques

S-Rank

-jutsu goes here-

A-Rank

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B-Rank

-jutsu goes here-

C-Rank
Suika no Jutsu [Hydrification Technique]
Bubun Suika no Jutsu [Partial Hydrification Technique]
Tsuujiru [Flow]
Mizu Fūsen no Jutsu [Water Balloon Technique]
Suishi Mizu Shoukai no Justu [Drowning Water Blob Technique]
Mizu Kanchi [Water Sensing]

D-Rank
Kajiki [Sailfish]
Buutai Houin [Object Sealing Method]
Shunshin [Body Flicker]

E-Rank
Kinobori no Waza - Act of Tree Climbing
Kawarimi no Jutsu (Body Switch Skill)
Nawanuke no Jutsu (Rope Untying Skill)
Henge no Jutsu (Transformation Technique)
Bunshin no Jutsu (Clone Skill)
Kakuremino no Jutsu (Magic Cloak of Invisibility Skill)

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[Little One]

“You can have up to 42 balls of lint. Tone down the cursing and let me know when your jutsu is finished.”

[Little One]

“I warned you about that lint. You'll have to take it to the equipment purchase if you want more.

1/2.”

[Optic]

2/2. accepted. locked. moved.