Hina Myoushu

BIRTH NAME Hina Myoushu
NICK NAME Hina
AGE Eighteen
BIRTHDAY April 7th
GENDER Female.
SEXUALITY Straight
VILLAGE None
RANK Jounin/A-Rank
FACE CLAIM

Standing at about 5'9" is our lovely victim today. Her slim form is accentuated by her long legs which she enjoys showing off. Her breast size isn't large, sitting at a comfortable C-Cup, but her hips pull attention to them as the seem to flow from her slim waste and meet her thighs. Her thin form continues onto her slim arms which are much stronger than they appear. No sign of imperfections cross her pale skin and she almost seems like a frail porcelein doll to those who first come to her aquaintances.

Her slim face is graced with beautiful grey-blue eyes that sparkle with intellilect and yet seem to have a chill to them. Her slim lips fit with her theme of sleekness as they often purse into a quiet yet deviate smile. Her hair is an ice blue color reaching to about four feet in length. She often ties it up with red ribbon to conceal about a foot of it, but as the wind blows her hair ribbons to and fro.

Her clothing is unique to say the least. She wears a short white robe that has a floral like patern on the collar that often conceals her neck line. Atop this silk like robe sits another robe of a deep red. Golden floral patterns decorate the sleeve and a sceanic ocean seems to dance upon the bottom of her colth. The robes are held comfortably closed with the help of a purple sash. Her hands are kept covered by a pair of long, fingerless, black gloves upon which sit a pair of golden bracelets. Her shins are protected with equally black leggings that are held up by deep red rope, and her dainty feet are protected with red wooden sandles held by her toes with a pair of decorated straps.

Hina. Hina can only be described as cold, calculating, and manipulative. She absolutely loves to be incontrol. Manipulation of others is what she does best, but she would answer to anyone she see's as an intellectual master above herself. This manipulative nature stims from her one true fear in life, not being in control.

This fear itself comes from when she was younger. Her father in an attempt to teach her to the best puppeteer possible used to control her with the very jutsu she was learning. She hated these moments and saught revenge for these atraucities. In an effort to beat out her father she studied harder and learned what she could and it wasn't long before she gained the upper hand. With her power over her one fear, she ended it, forcing her abusive father to kill himself.

Hina doesn't get along well with others and she will often attempt to manipulate and twist what people say while they unknowingly allow her. This simple task helps keep her mind sharp and gives her a little enjoyment. Not many people take to her as she tends to manipulate them into unsatisfactory situations.

NAME Jace
EXPERIENCE 6-7
OTHER PUPPETS The worlds population... Those are my puppets! BWUAHAHAH!

Hina rolled as she hit the ground, the iron like taste of warm blood filled her mouth. She spat out the the vile liquid onto the ground, a clear sign of internal bleeding. Lovely. She stood up sure that she was out of the way of any attack for the moment, maybe it was enough time summon a new puppet. She whipped out the scroll, but too late a shuriken was on its way. With little time to think she whipped out a Kunai meeting the Shuriken head on. With a resounding 'cling' the weapons fell to the ground. She took the chance to finish her task and with a puff of smoke sat a puppet. It was primative, a prototype at best, but she had to use it. The attacker rounded the corner brandashing a Katana and smugly he swung the blade to warn her. She could hear the very air be sliced before her, but it was now or never. With a flick of her wrist she brought the puppet to life and threw it at her foe. She heard the blade swish and the sound of wood being split. The puppet collapsed to the ground useless and the attacker smiled. "Tch... Petty little play things..." he said to a horrified Hina. He stepped over the puppet and Hina smiled. "I do beleive that this is the end." She said smuggly twitching her fingers. The puppet's head spun facing up ward and sprayed a thick purple gas into the air at her attacker. A few coughs and the man collapsed to the ground. As the fog cleared Hina walked away flicking her hair to the side before breathing the word, "Fool."