[Leaf Genin] Misei Chiyu

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Name -- Misei Chiyu
Age -- Fourteen
Gender -- Female
Height -- 5'4"
Birthday -- 06/05
Country, Village -- Hi no Kuni; Konohagakure no Sato
Rank -- Genin
Chakra Nature -- Fuuton

Clan -- N/A
Kekkei Genkai -- N/A

Jutsu --
Kuchiyose • Tobidougu - Projectile Weapons
Kuchiyose • Tobidougu is a Ninjutsu summoning technique utilized by the Leaf ninja Chiyu. Chiyu specializes in throwing projectile weapons. To enable her to carry more weapons, she will store them in a summoning scroll. When needed she can unwrap the scroll and summon whatever weapon she needs.

Soushouryuu - Twin Rising Dragons
Soushouryuu is a Ninjutsu technique developed by the Leaf ninja Chiyu. Chiyu uses this summoning technique to take advantage of her deadly accurate ability to throw edged weapons. Chiyu generally only uses this technique as her trump card. To begin, she will will remove her two scrolls and set them on the ground, after forming the necessary hand seals, the two scroll rise into the air and begin to swirl around a middle vortex. Chiyu then uses this space to launch herself into the air between the spinning scrolls. From these scrolls she can then summon her weapons which she then begins to throw at her opponent. If the first barrage fails, she can use wires that run from each weapon to her fingertips to pull them back into the air to strike at her opponent again. Unfortunately this attack is very vulnerable to wind based attacks.

Kage Shuriken no Jutsu - Shadow Shuriken Technique
Kage Shuriken no Jutsu is a Ninjutsu technique utilizing a giant Fuuma Shuriken. When throwing the shuriken, the ninja will also throw a second giant shuriken to hide in the shadow of the first. The hidden secondary shuriken can then approach the target without their being aware.

Bunshin no Jutsu - Clone Technique
Bunshin no Jutsu is a Ninjutsu technique which every ninja learns at the Ninja Academy. The Bunshin technique creates a copy of the ninja without substance. The copy resembles the ninja in every way. This clone can function as a distraction or as means to confuse one's opponent. As soon the Bunshin gets attacked or comes into contact with an opponent, it will disperse.

Gouken Ryuu - Strong Fist Style
Gouken is fighting style utilized by Rock Lee and Maito Gai. Because Lee has almost no Ninjutsu or Genjutsu skills, he has devoted his training to mastering Taijutsu. To that end he must deal significant damage to his opponent to be able to defeat them. The Gouken form focuses on injuring the body and breaking bones, dealing primary damage to the outer body. Attacks like Konoha Dai Senpuu, Konoha Gouriki Senpuu and Konoha Shoufuu fall into this category.

Equipment --
Sai - 2
Kunai - 9
Wire - 25m
Shuriken - 12
Makibishi - 30
Explosive Tag - 5
Fuuma Shuriken - 3

Appearance --

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Chiyu has the lithe body of a ballerina with voluptuous curves like a woman in her prime. Years of physical training has pushed her into the right track, well defining her feminine physique with natural beauty. Her skin is a dark tan, an ideal body tone for any Fourteen year old. That hue combined with her delicious blue eyes practically give her control over any male in her age group, if not any period. She gives credit to her mother for being such a beautiful woman, as well as picking her father who was almost as equally attractive. Just in his own masculine way.

She has thin yet long chocolate brown hair. They often reach down to her hips when left unchecked. Though, as past experiences can prove, long hair has it's strenuous disadvantages when in the heat of battle, so she prefers to keep it tied down when working at all times. Her definition of tied down usually consists of braiding the ends into one long ponytail and then pinning it to her other hair, which has been pulled back and then tied with a rubber band. She only allows a few bangs to hang in front of her face, probably for the dramatic effect.

She's somewhat short for the natural Fourteen year old, five and a half feet tall. Because of her profession, her figure has began to shape up nicely, so she doesn't seem to weigh that much either. Thirty five pounds past one hundred. Most can't guess her weight just by looking at her. Although one glance at her figure and you can easily argue where the majority of her weight is positioned at. Her breasts are fair, not too big but not too small. She has yet to release her size to anyone.

Her large butt, however, is her prized attribute. Even when she's talking down on it because of it being so large. Her feet are well manicured and the nails along her body are always kept cut at the right size, so as not to worry about breaking them while she's having fun tormenting others with her mass of projectiles. Chiyu has also developed her own scent. After each shower, it has been rumored that she dries off with towels made out of dozens of flowers, all because of that everlasting lavender scent that plagues her.

Her eyebrows are perfectly shaped. Thin and arched with the right lift to constantly give off an appealing expression. Chiyu's nose is the epitome cute. It's small and round, contradicting the normal shape. Rumors have spread that her nose was indeed taken from a panda bear in a freak experiment. Her skin seems impervious to anything other than bruises as it's flawless, no blemishes or scars have been left as a reminder. Her eyelashes are long and seductive. One bat of them and it's all she wrote.

Clothes are nothing more than a simple extension of the kunoichi's personality. Her attire varies depending on the situation and the mood. She has several different sets of clothing that she wears when assigned different things. One for training, one for missions, one for village events, and one for sparring. These all focus on her occupation as a shinobi of Konohagakure. While she has other outfits that focus on Chiyu: the girl. These consist of casual wear around the house, pajamas, shopping clothes, and even the infamous party set. Although these fluctuate, so only two outfits will be explained in detail.

The first happens to be her mission set. Which happens to tie into the same clothing she'd wear when meeting with the rest of the members in her genin team. It consists of a green sleeveless top that reveals a tad bit of cleavage because of it's rather large size. It still easily sticks to her figure and is probably not the best shirt she could wear while flipping around and such. It's pretty long and reaches past her waist cuffing at the top of her pelvis/bottom. She has bandages around her forearms as she enjoys the feeling that accompanies them.

Underneath the top is a white tank top, and underneath that is a white bra. Safe to say she has her layers under control. On her left hip near her butt she has the beige bag that holds all of her items that aren't exactly projectiles, along with a small row of kunai equipped with explosive notes dangling off of string. Around her waist, over her shirt is her hitai-ate which has been adjusted onto a long orange cloth. Long brown pants fall down to her blue shinobi shoes, and her projectile holster is attached above her right kneecap. A pretty conservative look. Her hair is kept held back with an orange bandanna.

The second outfit is when she's just out on the prowl. It's very relaxed and pretty wild. She uses it when being social in attempts to try and pull herself a boyfriend, so of course she's going to flaunt whatever she's got. A white dress shirt with the first two buttons undone, again revealing her small cleavage. A navy skirt falls from her waist and goes mid thigh before stopping. Some very short shorts are placed underneath the skirt, same color, to prevent any unwanted attention. White ankle socks fall into the traditional Japanese geta. An incredibly cute outfit. Her hair is usually down when wearing this.

Personality --
She has the agility of a feline, and the preferences of one. Chiyu tends to drink a lot of milk, as she loves it's taste. The kunoichi thinks of herself as if she was born into the wrong life, often wondering whether or not she was supposed to be a human originally. A cat is the animal she finds herself closely attached to, and loves everything about them. With that being said she will not stand by idly while any cat is being harmed, and loves to play with them whenever she can. Because dominance is key in the animal kingdom, however, she does not have a cat of her own.

Chiyu's like the regular female in a lot of regards. A bit more perverse, however, she keeps it closed into one of her traits so tight that almost no one knows about such a thing. She is a genius of sorts. Cutting and pasting her favorite erotic manga inside of books that claim to teach about her fighting methods. She has grown into her own style of fighting, despite not having a mastery over any special type of taijutsu. She enjoys fighting as much as she enjoys reading her manga, and finds it to be the ultimate respect. If you can beat her in a fight, then you're guaranteed a spot in her friend book.

There is no hesitation when it comes to elders. She will bash them with a feminine fury before discarding them with pure profanity. She doesn't really hate anyone, but basically dislikes everyone she meets from the start until she has been proven otherwise. Unless they're amazingly attractive, she wont be found hanging over any guy's shoulder, let alone begging for anyone's approval. As fiesty as a bell pepper, she's the type to head into a problem headstrong and then using her brain later on. She needs laughter, so her friends have to be funny.

With Chiyu around you can bet things are going to go wrong. She just has an air about her that, although it smells great, isn't as brilliant as it seems. She often gets everyone into trouble only to later fish them all out. With the confidence that she shares she's not afraid of anything, and if given the opportunity will test the waters between herself and anyone. Anyone who dares to deny their affection for her, that is. She believes everyone likes her, and those that don't are just ignorant not a very nice persons. She's also a romantic, although a bit more geared towards modern day romance. She gets it from the manga.

Living Arrangements --
Chiyu lives in her mother and father's two-story house along with her older brother in the heart of Konoha.

History --
She sighed. Why me? Out of all of the kids in that writing class, she chose me. Now I have to find a way to write and train. Taking a slow and uncomfortable seat at her desk, Chiyu reached out for a pen while continuously reading over the same set of instructions. She loathed working on such things when she could easily waste her time doing other things. She couldn't believe how strict her teacher had been. It was a simple class intended to help her writing, but she had been tortured continuously with the ominous set of vocabulary words at her front. Not doing it wasn't an option. She set the pen on the paper, and scribed.
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"From the beginning. I was shot one at a time by darts. Stinging darts of hate and disapproval. All of this negative air stemmed from the very person that was set to watch after me while my parents weren't present. I thought of him as a god at one time, and the devil at the next. He operated the roller coaster of emotions I had been constantly riding, and he wouldn't stop the ride and let me get off. Not even when I puked because of how sick he had made me. My brother Kisoto hated me, and I hate him just as well.

Kisoto was an older brother. Six years my senior, and he used to be the main one receiving the affection from my parents. But it was only to be expected. When you're the only child, of course you're going to be the center of attention. But as soon as I was born his grip on our parents lessened, while my own hold onto them was forming. As soon as I could walk I was constantly paraded around the village. Everyone wore the same joyous emotion on their face like it was the new trend. All of them except my darling Oni-chan. That pig-headed bastard.

The first time I could actually start to remember what I did is when I realized just how much he hated me. I was speaking to him one day with a dreadful headache, and he did nothing. He ignored me completely while continuing to talk on the phone. His chatter grew simultaneously with my shouts for assistance, and when I got too loud he hit me. I don't mean he slapped me, or gave me a spanking. Kisoto punched me in the face, so hard that I was immediately knocked unconscious. My jaw bone had been broken, an almost fatal reprimand.

Mother and father beat him good. I used to stick up for him, but not anymore. The television and community had led me to believe that older brothers were supposed to be loving and caring. A real symbol of bravery and responsibility. But every time I saw his face, it reminded me of death. My breathing cut short by his mere presence. That painful grim stare he shot at me time and time again was enough. But he continued. I grew up with that kind of influence, and soon enough I learned to fight. Only as a means for survival.

But I must say I thank him. If not for that woman-beating not a very nice person I would have never gotten to where I am today. His neglect introduced me to many things, ultimately though, the shinobi lifestyle. I got used to it fairly quickly, with almost no hesitation. I was eight years old, and a tomboy at that. I had no thoughts about ever becoming a ninja, as I had been proven weak time and time again. Like an assaulting alarm clock, he came around about the same time every day and beat my head in. He left me bleeding, bruised, and bawling. So I ran away, until she found me.

She wasn't old. And she definitely wasn't my age. She was close, though. But I could never figure it out. She was too short, and too cute. Ikuma Sorina, she was called. Sori for short. She stopped me on one night in this very village. I trekked down the empty streets under the citrus moon until she found me. Beaten and battered, abused, and still – still bawling. For a homeless six year old, Sorina will always stay in my memory. She sort of adopted me with her mother for about two days, hiding out in the various caves and mountaintops the village was comprised of without actually letting me run away.

I told them both this exact story. Sori's dingy white hair shivering every time she heard me start the story. Her mother had the same color hair, only hers didn't reach down to her waist. Nipped off at the base of her neck, she was as beautiful as poverty could be. But her inner beauty, along with inner strength, completely won out. Sorina's mother had previously been a kunoichi for the village before a bad mission and nine months later gave her a daughter. She resigned from the life of a shinobi, and then her boyfriend left her. Sorina grew up in rags, so she had learned to deal.

She taught me many things. Both of them. I only stayed there for a couple of days. After fourty-eight hours they sent out a group of ninja who had relentlessly searched the village and surrounding area for me. When they found me, I was alone, trying to form hand seals while gripping onto the hilt of a kunai. My transition into a kunoichi started here. I trained relentlessly in the art of throwing projectiles and working on my hand movements, way before any circulation of chakra had been involved. The authorities could only stare at awe as they glanced at me swiping back and forth through the hand seals known to very high-ranked techniques. I was preparing.

For that sleeze-ball. I should have just told my father and got it over with, but I couldn't. He always so far out of the picture. I felt the closest to my mom. But even then, all she did was comfort me and tend to my wounds. She didn't have much of a backbone by herself. It was both of them that made him cower. So when my dad's shifts at the weapon shop started getting later and later, that's when all hell broke loose. It seems my brother was getting a job too. He was going in a different route than the rest of the family. Discretely selling drugs right in the middle of the country's shinobi village. That idiot.

He had tried some experiments with them, or so I think, because he came into the house and beat me. Slapping me around with his bloodshot eyes, almost completely red. He had struck me down quickly, and then ran off into my room to tear it apart. One of my favorite items was in there. The picture I had of me at birth. So he shattered it. Then urinated on it, and marched back into the living room. I was beyond pissed. I was clutching my fists so hard that they were changing into the same hue of his eyes. My forehead tensed at the thought of him mistreating me for all those years. I had endured enough. I stood up for myself.

And that's how I winded up back in the hospital, again. He stabbed me with the own knife that I threw at him. Right into my hand. It wasn't deep enough to leave a scar, just enough to desire medical attention. His ravaging of my self-esteem had gone on long enough. My emotions became dark pits. I wanted nothing more than to see the light, but was bound by the shackles engendered by my older brother's torment. I seeked help from Sorina once more, but this time couldn't find her or her mother. Instead I ran straight into the academy, and watched young academy students train under the blazing sun. Scorching their postures. Melding them into fine shinobi.

So I couldn't resist. About three months later, it was my ninth birthday. Not only had the scar in my palm faded, but the hole in my heart shrunk. Everything was starting to come together as my parents announced, right in front of that hateful demon, that I would start receiving training in the ninja academy. He grimaced and I grinned. He knew that while he was going to be put into those councelling sessions, I was going to be honing my mind, body, and chakra. Just for him. My lovely, lovely brother. That was the first day I saw the inferior side of him. He looked so helpless as I enjoyed my birthday and he drowned in his own stuck-up ways. Idiot.

But he couldn't let his little Chiyu get away with showing him up. I bet he would have loved to kill me that day. Not my birthday, but a week later. When he had me pinned to the floor, struggling against my inept defense with a butcher's knife lodged in between his fingers. I could see it in his eyes. As soon as I slipped, he'd kill me. I cried and fought back as hard as I could. Waging war against the one sent down by the devil himself. I threw a kick straight up to his testicles that sent him away, and then I took the knife that he had and I straddled him. I was too angry to think straight. While he was writhing in pain I was going to slit my brother's throat. Until more interference arrived.

It was none other than the look in his eyes that stopped me. He was completely hopeless, and I was using his position to scower over him and enjoy every second of it. I couldn't conitnue on with it. I was too docile to go on. So I got off of him, threw the blade away, and ran. I ran all the way to the local village academy. I felt that in order to better control him, I should start early. I couldn't wait another day and have more attempts at taking my life happen. I wasn't the person who I am now. That day I was introduced into the reason chakra exists, and what it's capable of. Induction into the school came only a few days later, instead of months, and the rest was history.

Day after day, year after year, I constantly trained and learned all I could. I was kept away from my brother, as his job hours kept him from being too close to me for too long. We still exchanged glances full of pure hatred, but nothing more. This gave me time, six years time, to turn into the person I am now from that weak and angry person before. I found that I was more into the physical aspect of the shinobi life than the spiritual part, so my chakra usage never did reach it's full potential. The academy was sort of a small place for me. Didn't really do anything other than prepare me for this time in life, right? I'm just kidding sensei. I thank you for teaching me the way you did, and for graduating me after passing that stupid exam over the fundamental shinobi knowledge and jutsu.

But nothing has been resolved. I still don't see Kisoto much, and my parents aren't really always around to help me out in stuff, which is why I help you out at the academy from time to time. I bet you thought it was because I liked you! You silly old bat! But anyway, that's the conclusion to the amazingly angsty autobiography of Misei Chiyu; the best kunoichi ever! My passion just happens to be fighting. Fighting for myself and those I love. Fighting against myself and those I love. So a genin I am, and a ninja I will stay."

[Bretta [CRiMSON.DEFiANCE]]

Soushouryuu's is Tenten's. You may have something like it, but not this exactly stating that Chiyu developed it.