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Face Claim § Kumo Okuni || Rengoku Ni Warau
Princess of the Sword ♦
⌈A G E⌋
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⌈G E N D E R⌋
Female
⌈S P E C I E S⌋
Hanyō (If this is not okay please PM me)
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Long lavenous locks the color of midnight with dips of red and streaks throughout her hair. It is voluminous, normally pinned back with a clip or two that makes it bunch together in the back and fall in neat, downward spirals. It is not unusual to see intricate hand made accessories keeping her wild hair in place. Her locks fall in uneven bangs across her forehead, the tips seemingly red in some light and in others as black as the rest of her hair. It has a silky texture that shines in the sun and seems to glow in the low light. The most common piece that keeps her hair in place is what appears to be a gold comb with etchings of Japanese Sakura. When not wearing this heirloom passed down by her Grandmother, what appears to be a large needle will poke out, with red tassels and spider lilies.
⌈E Y E S⌋
Hime's eyes are very unique. They are ever changing, sometimes to reflect her outfit, other times her mood. Normally they are green, a bright, sparkling emerald color that twinkles in the low light and gets even brighter when she smiles. Depending on what she is wearing though, her eyes will change to a deep sea blue, holding as much depth as the ocean and seeming as endless as the sky. Rarely they will come off as brown, a rich velvety chocolate that when mad, instantly change to red.
⌈H E I G H T⌋
5'4
⌈W E I G H T⌋
110 Ibs.
⌈P H Y S I C A LxA P P E A R A N C E⌋
If you were to strip Hime of her clothes, you'd find smooth porcelain skin, unblemished in the front. Her back is where the true story is told, where the marring and scars are easily viewed on her delicate looking skin. She has survived many a fight, but this always comes with a cost. Unlike most Yakuza, Hime does not bare the markings and tattoos, seeing no reason in undergoing such a painful procedure to show your dedication. She would slay without question, kill without hesitating if the head of the household ordered her to. Hime's body is a vessel built for her job, she has long, slender ligaments that bend and stretch easily. She is lithe and seemingly made for speed, quick as a flash and light as a feather. Her chest is quite often a distraction and she uses it to her advantage, often loosening the front of her gown if she knows she is headed into a job. Hime normally wears layers, a beautiful dragon moth patterned yukata with a black and red overcoat and yellow and black stripped obi loosely tied in the front. Underneath the layers is a katana, a gleaming hand forged piece she got off of a dead police officer that now hangs proudly at her side.
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Hanyō ♦ This is a quirk in itself considering the fact that her species is not widely accepted. Hime has to hide the fact that she is a Hanyō and so her real ears, black Kitsune ears, are hidden under her mess of hair. Her tail is most often curled around her waist and sometimes her leg. She has sharp teeth that at a first glance appear perfectly normal, but at a closer angle you can make out the spiked edges. With these traits comes heightened senses, an enhanced sense of smell, taste, touch, sight, and hearing. This does come with weaknesses though, such as belly rubs and the fact that when she yawns it almost sounds like a mew.
Paranoid ♦ Hime does not feel safe going anywhere without her sword. She is extremely paranoid about the fact that she is in the Yakuza and so Hime is always looking over her shoulder, always watching out for enemies and making sure that she is not going to be ambushed at a moment's notice. She is aware that her family is there to protect her and she is there to protect them, but they can't always be together.
Spoils of War ♦ At the end of every battle, Hime takes a little prize for herself, a treat so to speak for doing so well. Her work often goes unrecognized, although her swordsmanship is quite distinct. Hime's room is littered in trinkets and medals of sorts from past assassinations, what she considers to be missions, and other such activities.
Fire ♦ Hime is naturally attracted to it. She loves the warmth that comes off of the light, the dazzling blaze and little sparks that fire makes and how it can make a whole body defrost in seconds. She loves the power that comes with it, the enchantment of dancing flames and the smokey smell of burning wood. To Hime, there is really nothing better than curling up by the fire and taking a long, long nap. Although she rarely ever gets to indulge in such an activity.
⌈C A P A B I L I T Y⌋
Sword Skills ♦ From the moment she was old enough, her parents put a sword in Hime's hands. They believed a young lady should be able to defend herself in most any situation and so not only did they train her with swords but with hands and fists too. She grew up on sore muscles and bruises that ached, but never once complained since she knew what was good for her. The way of the sword became life, embodying the principles and with it the honor of being a samurai.
Ikebana ♦ Ikebana is the Japanese art of flower arrangement. It is more than simply putting flowers in a container. It is a disciplined art form in which the arrangement is a living thing where nature and humanity are brought together. It is steeped in the philosophy of developing a closeness with nature. As is true of all other arts, ikebana is creative expression within certain rules of construction. Its materials are living branches, leaves, grasses, and blossoms. Its heart is the beauty resulting from color combinations, natural shapes, graceful lines, and the meaning latent in the total form of the arrangement. Ikebana is, therefore, much more than mere floral decoration.
Fire ♦ Fox fire. It is not as strong as her Mother's, but Hime does know how to use it. A skill that once revealed to others spells their death. She only uses this ability in extreme cases as she knows the danger of revealing what she truly is. Fox fire is a special type of fire that burns anything the user sees as an enemy, it responds to the emotions of the controller and so if Hime is using fox fire and becomes enraged, the fire will grow and burn harder.
⌈N A T U R A LxA P T I T U D E⌋
Enhanced Senses ♦ Before their death, her parents taught Hime how to properly use the traits that the world would constantly put her down for. Like a hound her nose can sniff out even the faintest of scents, her eyes can follow the swiftest of movements and find the most subtle shift in the landscapes before her.
"One for sorrow.
Two for mirth.
Three for a funeral.
Four for a birth.
Five for Heaven.
Six for Hell.
Seven for the Devil himself."
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Florence and the Machine || Live Performance
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When most people think of Hime, many words come to mind; scary, invincible, serious. The people who whisper rumors about the Princess of the Sword don't actually know Hime. They are simply mindless humans tittering about what they know and what they want to be true. In reality, Hime is a very fun person to be around. She often has an over abundance of energy that she has a hard time distributing. Quite often you can find Hime outside on the estate, scaling trees or training to use her body as a weapon. Nimble and stealthy like a fox, it is very easy for Hime to sneak up on her prey. She has a hard time staying quiet though and so quite often her position will be given away by a squeak or a creak of some sort.
Hime finds the human world to be very fascinating. She is quite often observing them, blending in to the background of market places or in busy streets packed with vendors and humans going about their business. Hime enjoys fading and observing, being able to watch without being watched herself. Most see it as odd and an unnecessarily risky habit that Hime should quit, but she can't help it. She wants to know more about those who are not herself and her natural sense of curiosity is very hard to quell. Hime is also very easily distracted and entertained. Her train of thought will often derail mid-sentence and get back on the line two days later when the topic is no longer relevant. The only time Hime can really concentrate on something is if it is a task the Yakuza Boss has given her. When Hime switches into work mode the click is instant, the sparkle in her eyes will turn sharp and any smiles will become cruel.
Unlike most women in the edo period, Hime does not collect beautiful silk kimonos or flowery hair clips. She collects spoils of war, weapons, and other little mementos that she considers medals. Her room is littered with these prizes and despite how she tries to organize them, they somehow always end up back on the floor. Sometimes she'll consider packing them into boxes, but she usually drops this notion quickly as something else will catch Hime's attention. Many compare Hime to a feline, short tempered and whose mood can change depending on the situation. Unlike other samurai, Hime loves the thrill of the fight. She is all too happy to draw her sword, to taste the blood of the enemies she has slain. The Princess of the Sword is truly an appropriate nickname.
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Hime was born on a freezing night early in the winter, her yokai mother giving birth in secret as her human father watched from the sidelines, clueless as to what he should do. They named her Hime, as in Princess, because she was the only product of their love. Hime's Father worked for the Yakuza, he smuggled in products and occasionally smuggled out people from the country. When the unrest between yokai and humans began, they fled to the countryside where her Father continued his business and Hime and her mother hid from the world, protected by the yakuza with the promise that if anything happened, they would take care of Hime. As parents they worried, their daughter proving to be more yokai than human at times; Hime was too curious for her own good. She would often wander off of the property, sometimes going to her neighbors house and help him in the garden. He was an older, decrepit man that believed the yokai were an essential part of their world. He thought them to be the mediators between life and death, the balance between light and darkness.
Hime's parents were incredibly over protective. They wanted their daughter to know how to fight, how to defend herself should anything happen. Her Father put a sword into her hands as soon as she could walk, instilling the way of the sword in her and with it the principles and honor. Her Mother taught Hime how to properly wield her Yokai attributes, such as fox fire and other kitsune magic. Fighting was not the only thing they made her study, Hime was taught to read and write, something other families could not always afford to teach their children.
The countryside was generally peaceful, the days passing slowly and without incident. The unrest between yokai and humans began to grow worse with each passing day, however, and soon Hime's family became the target of suspicion. Her neighbor shooed Hime away whenever she showed up, obvious unease in his expression. He warned her that it was too dangerous to be seen with her, that if she returned he would have no choice but to tell them about her family. So Hime minded her own business, when she went into the woods it was often alone and she would explore the trees and creeks in her backyard. One day after her normal expeditions, Hime returned home to find her world had exploded. Her house was aflame, her garden burning, the pond in the front yard with koi fish dried out from the fire, inside were her parents and try as she might, Hime could not save them. Out of nowhere a group of humans attacked and then suddenly her neighbor was there, defending Hime. He took the girl back to his home, sheltering the child until the Yuki family's Yakuza boss could show up. When he did arrive, he promised Hime she would find a new family with them.
And she has, for years Hime went through intense training, learning to kill without blinking, to become a harbinger of death and destruction. She hid her Yokai attributes, becoming as human as possible and blending in to the world around her. No one thought twice about her presence, she was accepted into her Boss's family with open arms and easily integrated into the household. More often than not though, Hime is not home, she is out addressing the issues her Boss has given her and Hime has yet to fail.