Post by ;;Teh Toast;; on Jan 7, 2008 14:04:53 GMT -5
grieving for you
I'm not grieving for you
nothing real love can't undo
and though I may have lost my way
all paths lead straight to you
I'm not grieving for you
nothing real love can't undo
and though I may have lost my way
all paths lead straight to you
[white]Name:[/white] Idane Suzu
[white]Name Meaning:[/white]
Last;; Idane-- Unknown
First;; Suzu-- “Bell”
[white]Nickname(s):[/white] None
[white]Gender:[/white] Female
[white]Age:[/white] 15 years
[white]Home Village:[/white] Konohagakure no Sato
[white]Clan:[/white] None
[white]Rank:[/white] Civilian
[white]Element:[/white] Unknown
[white]Summoning:[/white] n/a
[white]Weapon(s):[/white] None
[white]Jutsu(s):[/white] None
[white]Hair Color:[/white] Blue/Black
[white]Eye Color:[/white] Black
[white]Skin Color:[/white] Light Pink
[white]Scars/Markings:[/white] None
[white]Height:[/white] 165.8 cm--5'5”
[white]Weight:[/white] 56.7 kg--125 lbs
[white]In depth Description:[/white]
Suzu is a tad on the tall side, something that's accentuated by her slightly gawky movements. Her weight is average, as she prefers, and she has a lack of noticeable muscle.
Her hair, is quite long, but rather badly taken care of, a tad on the dry side and chalk full of split ends. Coupled with her dark, drooping eyes, she seems to have a permanent, bed-messed look.
As for her clothes, they vary day to day, tending to be dresses, as is her preference. One strict rule about her clothes, however, is they are always black.
[white]In depth Personality:[/white]
Suzu is, and always has been, a quiet girl. People generally translate her lack of speech, to disinterest. In actuality, she just prefers to listen, rather then waste time on conversations.
Not to say she loathed it. Like most things, she was just slightly apathetic about it.
Despite that, she's fairly friendly, if one can work past her silence, and hates to see others suffer. Whether she does something about peoples suffering, is an entirely different subject...
Her constant, bookish nature has given her a nice enough memory. She'll often amuse herself by memorizing witty clips from books, an odd quirk that baffles her parents at points.
She has a slightly blank sort of humor, that has offended more then a few people in her life. But, in the end, that doesn't really matter to her, so, no harm done.
[white]Brief History:[/white]
Suzu grew up in a rather normal family, two loving parents, and a younger sister, merely 11 months younger then herself. Out of the two of them, her sister, Kei, was always the louder, more outspoken one. While Suzu would stay inside, reading, Kei would be out and about, playing with their friends.
More often then not, Kei would drag Suzu along on her little outings, laughing as she forced Suzu up, and out of the house.
Kei's biggest dream, was to be ninja, a decision that surprised both Suzu, and their parents. Despite that, they did what they could, supporting her as she went through the academy, and celebrating with her when she graduated to Gennin, with an average score.
About three months before the Chuunin exams, Kei was killed on a c-rank mission.
Suzu was crushed, as were her parents. It was after that, that she closed herself off even more, and, in honor of her fallen sister, she wore choose to wear black. Years later, she's moved on, but the black remains.
The last reminder of her beloved younger sister.
[white]Family:[/white]
Mother;; Idane Kaoru--Alive
Father;; Idane Hiroshi--Alive
Younger Sister;; Idane Kei--Deceased
Roleplay Example:Idane Suzu frowned as she walked down the rather empty street, small crunches coming from beneath her feet as she stepped carefully across the freshly fallen snow. To say she was confused, would definitely be an understatement.
How in the world, had such a thick layer of snow fallen over konoha, a place known for it's sunny days, in one night? As far as she could tell, it was impossible. Or, as it appeared at the moment, maybe she was wrong.
Pausing briefly, she readjusted her big, black coat, glad of the fact she was able to dig it, along with a few other winter clothes, out of the back of her closet. They were the old remnants of a trip she went on with her family.
Other then her jacket, she had her tightly wrapped, black scarf, and a pair of snug mittens. She did have a hat... But she preferred to leave it home. Never had she been able to deal with the annoyance that was hats.
Even the wind itself seemed to be covered in a layer of frost, the cool air tinging her cheeks pink as she stood, her black attire in high contrast with the pure white snow beneath her.
Shaking a few stray flakes of snow off her long black hair, she continued, careful to avoid the icier bits of the road. It was cold enough just walking around in the cursed ice and wind, falling into head first would just make that worse.
Turning the next corner, she noticed something. Or, more specifically, someone. Well, someones.
It was, in fact, the orange legs of some poor person who had slipped, and crashed into the snow. As well, as another person, a girl, who was trying to dig person 1. out.
All in all, it was rather amusing.
Walking briskly up to the two, she tipped her head. She was a little ways away, far enough that the girl, distracted as she was, would likely not notice her.
She chewed on her frozen lip for a few spare seconds, before stepping up, the small hint of kindness in her deciding to speak out.
[white]Need some help?[/white]
Codeword: "This headband is heavy ;_;."
I long to be like you, sis
lie cold in the ground like you did
there's room inside for two and I'm not grieving for you
and as we lay in silent bliss
I know you remember me
