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✖ ‖ N a m e
Misaki Mori

✖ ‖ A g e / B i r t h d a y
12/ May 22

✖ ‖ G e n d e r
Female

✖ ‖ B o d y T y p e
Petite/Slim/Dancer's build

✖ ‖ V i l l a g e
Sunagakure exchange student to Konoha

✖ ‖ C l a n
No Clan Affiliation

✖ ‖ F a m i l y
Father: Matsu Mori
Mother: Megumi Mori
Siblings:
Others:

✖ ‖ R a n k
Genin

✖ ‖ T i t l e s / N i c k n a m e s
Misa Misa (Lola's occasional nickname for her)

✖ ‖ P e r s o n a l i t y
Arrogant, belligerent, and focused on one thing: beating the best and claiming the title for herself. She is clever and caustic and will often do or say just about anything to bait the person she wants to fight into fighting her, denying any refusal to fight and taking any challenger. In school, this meant she was a bit of a bully and would often terrorize her classmates, if she thought that they were worthy of fighting, though the few people that she talked to outside of a fighting context might have noted that while impatient, she is generally thoughtful, if critical.

✖ ‖ L i k e s
- Training
- Fighting
- Buns
- Wit
- Sweet Things

✖ ‖ D i s l i k e s
- Stupid people
- People picking on weaker people
- Impractical clothing
- Sour things
- Being sick

✖ ‖ N i n d o
"I will never be afraid of anyone ever again and I will always be proud of myself."

✖ ‖ B i o g r a p h y
Misaki was born in Sunagakure, the child of an architect (her father) and a real estate mogul (her mother) and had no plans to become a ninja, initially. Her family was both wealthy and respected and Misaki was very bright, and so she was accepted into and learning at one of the best schools in the country. Back then, she was a shy and timid thing, scared of the world outside of her home and outside of her few friends and social group. Averse to exercise, and prone to fainting, it was probably better that way.

Unfortunately, when she was old enough that some of the children her own age could enter the ninja academy, some of the more spiteful ones began to push around the kids from her school. She became a particularly rich target for bullying, due to her helplessness and general timidity. Her parents hired her a bodyguard for a while, and she spent her days hiding behind the leg of the rather large man assigned to protect the rather small child... but this precaution backfired. Instead of protecting her from the ire of the ninja academy students, she drew the ire of her classmates, who now viewed her bodyguard as an unwelcome incursion into their territory.

And besides... it made them all look like scaredy-cats.

She begged her parents to fire the bodyguard, and they acquiesced, but it did not stop the kids from pushing her around. Now, with nowhere to go, she found herself a victim wherever she went, whether it was school or walking through town. She stopped going out, she stayed home, she developed a terrible chronic cough, her fainting became much worse. Doctors were called. She was pronounced as having weak lungs and possibly being anemic. Her parents brought in tutors and she learned from home.

But one day, when she was feeling particularly strong, she ventured outside, at her parents' insistence. Concerned at how afraid their child was growing, they had decided to take steps to gradually bring her back to the world. Today, she'd be going to the candy shop to get some tasty treats for herself, a little reward for being so brave... and when she got back, there'd be an even bigger surprise waiting for her... But alas, that wasn't to be. While coming merrily back home, carrying a big back of candy, she was confronted by a group of academy kids.

"What's in the bag", they asked her.

"N-nothing... I-its a gift... for me...", she replied.

Apparently, that was the wrong answer. They snatched the bag from her and kicked her to the ground, intending to do far worse, apparently, but they were stopped by a woman with two scimitars on her back. Not intimidated so easily, the foolish kids attempted to assault the woman, who very easily put them on the ground, without hurting them, and then spanked them for good measure.

"Didn't your mother teach you any manners", she yelled at them, as they ran, "Don't go attacking little girls", she turned then to the fallen Misaki and reached out a hand, "You okay kid? You can't let people like that push you around."

Misaki couldn't stop staring at the woman. She was beautiful and strong and confident... nothing like her at all... she took her hand and got to her feet. For some reason, the woman was looking her up and down. She seemed to be analyzing her.

"The name's Lola. Lola Shigetsu. Master swordswoman. This kind of thing happen often? Eh, you don't got to answer that. But, you know... you got some good legs."

Misaki blushed and looked down, shaking her head vigorously. What could this woman possibly mean by that?

"No, I mean it. With a little training... I'll bet you could put those to good use."

Misaki blushed harder, turning a very bright red, which this Lola person seemed to find hilarious. She wouldn't stop chuckling.

"Alright, alright, you've convinced me. I'm gonna make you my personal project, how about it? Want to learn from the best?"

Was she serious? What was going on? And what was that flier she was waiving about? Martial arts school? None of this made any sense! Misaki looked up shakily and said, "M-m-my n-n-name is..."

And then promptly feinted.

When she finally came to, she was somewhere unfamiliar and surrounded by Suna ninja. She could hear her parents yelling at someone... who appeared to be that Lola person... who was yelling right back... was this a dream?

"Look! I didn't kidnap your daughter! She feinted 'n I had no idea who she was so I took her home 'ntil she woke up! Hey! Look! She's waking up! Tell 'em, girl!"

All eyes fell on Misaki...

"I...I...I...", but she feinted again.

Luckily, when she came to this time, she was at home, surrounded by her parents who were very concerned with her well-being. They asked her what happened and she told them as best she could, eventually convincing her parents not to press charges against Lola, though they did have a few choice things to say about her... and they were convinced that trying to make Misaki leave the house had been a very bad idea. Misaki, however, had other ideas.

"I-I...I want to learn from Miss Shigetsu", she whimpered at them. They were taken aback. Their daughter... learn from such a crass and antagonizing person?

"I... don't want to be inside anymore... I don't w-want to be scared... I... Please? Please?"

She had never asked for such a thing before, and her parents, after much deliberation and arguing, eventually agreed on a trial basis. The trial basis was a resounding success.

Though it was very difficult, within a month, their daughter was a completely different person, every day more vivacious and energetic, more confident... she'd stopped fainting, the color had come back to her face... She was even able to return to school again. And this time, when the other kids attempted to push her around, she pushed back. Actually, she started pushing back hard... maybe a little too hard. Actually, the other kids were beginning to become afraid of her and the teachers were starting to notice.

Luckily, before any of this could come to a head and before little Misaki could be blamed, Lola told her to go to the ninja academy and "kick ass". Misaki proceeded to do just that. After quite a bit of begging on her part, and then a month of sneaking off, despite her parents' initial denial, she was eventually allowed to go to the Ninja Academy, where she proceeded to pick fights with anyone she felt was worthy of fighting. It wasn't long before she got a bad reputation and, while her school work was always impeccable, her attitude and her abrasive behavior made her difficult to get along with. For her graduating year, Lola suggested she enter the exchange program with Konoha, where she carved out a reputation for herself in much the same way that she had in Suna... but far from the life she once knew.

✖ ‖ N a t u r e s
Lightning

✖ ‖ T a l e n t s
✦ Studying
✦ Training
✦ Picking up ideas quickly.
✦ Wit/Quick thinking
✦ Focus
✦ Strategy/Tactics
✦ Agility/Evasion
✦ Kicking

✖ ‖ J u t s u
Reeling Flower Technique: This is Misaki's signature fighting style. It is primarily made up of chained kicks with a few palm techniques and comes in two styles, the offensive Sun Blossom, and the countering Moon Blossom. It is a style that she devised herself, with the help of her sensei, and is an unarmed adaptation of her sensei's double scimitar fighting style but is also expanded upon, and trimmed as needed. A very fast and aggressive style, the Reeling Flower utilizes lightning quick footwork and blindingly fast kicks mixed with distracting and stunning assaults from the hands and fast distance changes. It is usually performed with lightning chakra channeled into the attacks for a variety of effects.

-Static Charge- Most of the time, this is what Misaki relies on. Throughout the arc of her attack, she generates a static charge, which discharges when it strikes or is blocked, creating a small electrical blast. If the opponent evades, the charge remains and builds on the next attack, allowing her to deliver a much more devastating blow, once an opponent is finally forced to take the hit or block. While it does not take a lot of chakra, it requires chakra to maintain. With her current level, she utilizes it mostly for singular power attacks.

-Lightning Technique- This technique charges the limb with lightning chakra, allowing Misaki to attack with enhanced speed and power, allowing her to perform incredible attacks. This drains her stamina and chakra very quickly, however, and is usually reserved for short bursts and moves that require high speed.

-Sun Blossom Style-
The first style Misaki developed. It is offensively oriented and aimed at overwhelming the opponent quickly. Most of the moves work in chains and combinations and most of the techniques are circular and rotational.
✦ Poppies Arranged in a Row: Misaki throws a series of spinning kicks in a row to overwhelm the opponent's defenses, occasionally reversing direction to throw the opponent off balance. Once the revolution of kicks has started, it is difficult to defend against.
✦ Daisy Chain: A series of roundhouse kicks performed at high speeds at all available targets with the same leg. This flurry of attacks is often used as a finishing move, once an enemy's defenses have been lowered.

-Moon Blossom Style-
The second style Misaki developed to cover the holes of the Sun Blossom Style. It is focused on evasion and countering, often using an opponents force against them. This style contains more straight kicks, short kicks, and jams.
✦Trimming the Flower Heads: A well-timed kick that attacks the vulnerable part of an attacking limb with a fast round kick. It utilizes the shin to, for example, damage an opponents tricep during a punch or sword thrust or an opponent's thigh during a kick. This is often performed in a series to counter a combination.
✦Dance of the Lily: A sidestep turned into a stop-kick aimed at the ankles and knees of the opponent. It is particularly effective against an advancing or kicking opponent.

✖ ‖ W e a p o n s A n d T o o l s
She uses her legs, which are slim and strong, sort of light colored, like the rest of her. They are long and flexible, trained to move quickly and agilely. They are human legs with no special properties and, as such are subject to the same strengths and limitations. She occasionally uses a standard kunai for defense. She carries standard ninja gear, otherwise.

✖ ‖ F i g h t i n g S t y l e
Her fighting style is agile and based around high-speed kicks and figuring out her opponent. She's a thoughtful fighter who quickly adapts to situations that are presented to her, despite the apparent aggressive nature of her assaults. She's aware of some of her physical stamina problems and, though largely mitigated by training, makes her loathe to overextend herself. She is, nevertheless, tenacious.

✖ ‖ T h e m e S o n g
Might pick one later

✖ ‖ P l a y e d B y
Desdamin
My two CS's will be done today. Thankfully the second one won't have to be as extensive.


Excellent! Can't wait to see!

.:Seiji Hyuuga:.

"All ways lead to death.
The way is in death.
Some ways are quicker."


Away from the classroom and in the hokage's office, Seiji Hyuuga sat in a simple chair behind a simple desk and pored over a crystal ball. In it, images of shinobi, one by one, returning home appeared and disappeared into the next. Everyone was arriving back, as they should. Many of these young ninja would soon be receiving assignment as jounin instructors, leading teams of genin, some of them for the first time. It was the same every year; the jounin would return and receive a summons to his office, where they'd receive their next assignment and a file for each of the newly exalted shinobi. Seiji had, as he had done year after year, read the files and conducted his own examination of the young hopefuls and their prospective instructors. It was his responsibility.

He took a deep breath and relaxed his brow, which had been pulled knit, and allowed his face to stray from the ball to the small tea cup his wife had poured him earlier. In the quiet of his largely bare office, with only the steam of the tea and gentle glow of the crystal ball on his face, he could almost hear the rumble of the children of the academy, the din of the streets farther out, the birds in the trees... and out and out and out. The Byakugan came with it many gifts, not the least of which was an early understanding that even in emptiness, there was so much fullness. The tea was given to him by his wife Haruka and its steam warmed the air, just as the warmth of her still lingered in the room, and he could feel the echoes of her, though she was gone, and the echoes of hokage past, each having left their mark, a reflection of a reflection. Much like this crystal ball left by the Third, they were a window. They hung in the air and followed him, trailing behind as he imagined he in turn trailed behind and would some day echo to someone else.

No more tea.

The Byakugan revealed so much and so did age and so did wisdom and he was wise enough and he had lived long enough to know the difficulty and value in not knowing. He didn't know his son, not as he knew his classmates. He was a subject with which he'd adopted a policy of mystery. Instead, he'd pass duties around him to his most trusted friends. He would, instead, rely on their expertise, would not inquire... His duty as a father demanded his ignorance, lest he bend him. Hiro must be true.

Still, in this instance, he knew much more than he'd have liked. By virtue of knowing everyone else's team, he couldn't help but know Hiro's as well, though he'd no knowledge of who his jounin would be. And yet... he'd know soon enough. Like every other jounin, they would be called into his office and he would hand them their files and then... perhaps he'd know too much. His eyes softened, then flattened, and then his face hardened and he wrapped the crystal ball in soft and dark fabric that protected it from the outside world and the outside world from its vision. This was a difficulty he would have to put out of his mind. Anticipation interfered with the here and now and any jounin may arrive. Seiji clasped his hands and rested his elbows on the desk.

He was ready.

.:Seiji Hyuuga:.

"All ways lead to death.
The way is in death.
Some ways are quicker."


Away from the classroom and in the hokage's office, Seiji Hyuuga sat in a simple chair behind a simple desk and pored over a crystal ball. In it, images of shinobi, one by one, returning home appeared and disappeared into the next. Everyone was arriving back, as they should. Many of these young ninja would soon be receiving assignment as jounin instructors, leading teams of genin, some of them for the first time. It was the same every year; the jounin would return and receive a summons to his office, where they'd receive their next assignment and a file for each of the newly exalted shinobi. Seiji had, as he had done year after year, read the files and conducted his own examination of the young hopefuls and their prospective instructors. It was his responsibility.

He took a deep breath and relaxed his brow, which had been pulled knit, and allowed his face to stray from the ball to the small tea cup his wife had poured him earlier. In the quiet of his largely bare office, with only the steam of the tea and gentle glow of the crystal ball on his face, he could almost hear the rumble of the children of the academy, the din of the streets farther out, the birds in the trees... and out and out and out. The Byakugan came with it many gifts, not the least of which was an early understanding that even in emptiness, there was so much fullness. The tea was given to him by his wife Haruka and its steam warmed the air, just as the warmth of her still lingered in the room, and he could feel the echoes of her, though she was gone, and the echoes of hokage past, each having left their mark, a reflection of a reflection. Much like this crystal ball left by the Third, they were a window. They hung in the air and followed him, trailing behind as he imagined he in turn trailed behind and would some day echo to someone else.

No more tea.

The Byakugan revealed so much and so did age and so did wisdom and he was wise enough and he had lived long enough to know the difficulty and value in not knowing. He didn't know his son, not as he knew his classmates. He was a subject with which he'd adopted a policy of mystery. Instead, he'd pass duties around him to his most trusted friends. He would, instead, rely on their expertise, would not inquire... His duty as a father demanded his ignorance, lest he bend him. Hiro must be true.

Still, in this instance, he knew much more than he'd have liked. By virtue of knowing everyone else's team, he couldn't help but know Hiro's as well, though he'd no knowledge of who his jounin would be. And yet... he'd know soon enough. Like every other jounin, they would be called into his office and he would hand them their files and then... perhaps he'd know too much. His eyes softened, then flattened, and then his face hardened and he wrapped the crystal ball in soft and dark fabric that protected it from the outside world and the outside world from its vision. This was a difficulty he would have to put out of his mind. Anticipation interfered with the here and now and any jounin may arrive. Seiji clasped his hands and rested his elbows on the desk.

He was ready.

Jin Kani"Feel the sting of the honorable crab, the Fabulous Jin Kani!"
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Jin sat in his usual seat at the back of the class with his arms folded and wearing a notable frown. He'd sat in that exact spot, nearly in the center and far in the back, since he'd started at the academy and his reasoning was simple: it was the highest up and provided the best acoustics. While being at the front would have provided him the opportunity to stand up nearest the center, looking down from the highest spot was far more preferable. When he had something to say, all heads would turn to look at him and his voice would go move down towards the teacher in a most impressive manner. Why should he share the spotlight with Bohi-sensei?

Something he appreciated about Bohi-sensei was how hard she strived to treat the students equally, despite the very obvious differences between some of them. It was admirable. Even though it was foolish to think that any of them could ever reach the great heights of the mighty crab, she strove to push them all towards greatness anyway, even if they were nowhere near so manly or brawny. It was true... as a specimen Jin was intimidating. Even Bohi-sensei could see it. When he'd make his grand entrances, so moved was she by his grand displays that she'd instantaneously give him extra training. Of course, she'd frame it as a "punishment" to keep the others from being too jealous, but it was too obvious how she felt, the poor girl... Sometimes she'd even make other students watch. He supposed she wouldn't be able to stand it if she watched herself and it meant that Jin was able to inspire his classmates to greater heights.

But today was different. Today was graduation day. It'd be so easy to make a speech, but he knew that this was a solemn occasion, though some didn't seem to think so. The boy with no eyes, Burai, stood to confront his teacher so rudely! Jin stood immediately and pointed, but before he could begin his objection to such behavior, Bohi-sensei spoke up, "Yes, Kasei-san, I have not forgotten about you!"

She threw three folders at Burai which landed neatly on the desk in front of the boy and spun a little. In all his years at the academy, he'd never known Bohi-sensei to miss her target when throwing an object, and now that it was time to part ways, he found this endearing. Yes, he felt a feeling... emotionality... come upon him. It would have been enough to bring a tear to anyone else's eye, but surely not the mighty Jin's! Instead, a smile crawled across his face, from ear to ear. It was a smile of respect... and goodbyes. He was standing anyway, so he put his hands together and began to clap.

"Well done, Bohi-sensei! Three cheers for the greatest teacher!"

Jin Kani"Feel the sting of the honorable crab, the Fabulous Jin Kani!"
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Jin sat in his usual seat at the back of the class with his arms folded and wearing a notable frown. He'd sat in that exact spot, nearly in the center and far in the back, since he'd started at the academy and his reasoning was simple: it was the highest up and provided the best acoustics. While being at the front would have provided him the opportunity to stand up nearest the center, looking down from the highest spot was far more preferable. When he had something to say, all heads would turn to look at him and his voice would go move down towards the teacher in a most impressive manner. Why should he share the spotlight with Bohi-sensei?

Something he appreciated about Bohi-sensei was how hard she strived to treat the students equally, despite the very obvious differences between some of them. It was admirable. Even though it was foolish to think that any of them could ever reach the great heights of the mighty crab, she strove to push them all towards greatness anyway, even if they were nowhere near so manly or brawny. It was true... as a specimen Jin was intimidating. Even Bohi-sensei could see it. When he'd make his grand entrances, so moved was she by his grand displays that she'd instantaneously give him extra training. Of course, she'd frame it as a "punishment" to keep the others from being too jealous, but it was too obvious how she felt, the poor girl... Sometimes she'd even make other students watch. He supposed she wouldn't be able to stand it if she watched herself and it meant that Jin was able to inspire his classmates to greater heights.

But today was different. Today was graduation day. It'd be so easy to make a speech, but he knew that this was a solemn occasion, though some didn't seem to think so. The boy with no eyes, Burai, stood to confront his teacher so rudely! Jin stood immediately and pointed, but before he could begin his objection to such behavior, Bohi-sensei spoke up, "Yes, Kasei-san, I have not forgotten about you!"

She threw three folders at Burai which landed neatly on the desk in front of the boy and spun a little. In all his years at the academy, he'd never known Bohi-sensei to miss her target when throwing an object, and now that it was time to part ways, he found this endearing. Yes, he felt a feeling... emotionality... come upon him. It would have been enough to bring a tear to anyone else's eye, but surely not the mighty Jin's! Instead, a smile crawled across his face, from ear to ear. It was a smile of respect... and goodbyes. He was standing anyway, so he put his hands together and began to clap.

"Well done, Bohi-sensei! Three cheers for the greatest teacher!"
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Well, the pad is made. For a link, message me here or in the discord.
Excellent! I shall be trying to post today, probably, with either the hokage or the magnificent crab hidden in the leaf.
Alright, looks good to me. Post ‘im up!
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