Aiko Rotsuki((Done))

General Information

Name: Aiko Rotsuki
Age: 10
Gender: Female
Rank: Genin
Looks:


Aiko is an adorable little girl, ten years of age. She has dirty blond
hair which is kept about shoulder-length in the back, with bangs that
frame her heart-shaped face. Her skin is pale and flawless, not yet
marked by scars of battle or blemishes that come with going through
puberty. Her eyes are big and wide, with a soft maroon colored iris.
She is still young and tiny, but she doesn't seem to have too much baby
fat. She is a cute, little girl, only around four foot two inches tall,
and skinny as a twig. Aiko likes wearing kimonos, but her mom usually
just dresses her in a blouse and skirt. Aiko is constantly smiling, a
white-toothed smile that is missing no teeth. She wears brightly
colored slippers and stockings which come up to her knees, which are
generally white in color. Aiko has no scars or birthmark, but she does
have an odd mark on the left side of her ribcage. It is a kanji symbol,
burned into her skin. It reads "life" and appears to be the seal that
locks her at the eternal age of ten.
Village: Yukigakure no Sato


Personal Information
Aiko is a cheerful girl. She seems quite content with life, seeing as
how she is stuck with it for an eternity. She has no real grasp of the
concept of sensors, and cheerfully says anything and everything that
comes to mind when it comes to mind. She is an innocent girl, and
doesn't seem to understand topics that involve morbid or perverse
material. She has no idea what makes the older kids laugh when someone
makes a dirty joke or says a profanity, and doesn't seem to be willing
to understand though she has been explained what the jokes mean several
times. It seems she is determined to keep her blissful ignorance for as
long as possible, and when she is determined to do something she almost
always succeeds. Aiko is a good friend, despite her habitual
talkativeness and lack of a sensor. She has empathy, and she is
supportive of anything her friends do. She is always there to try and
cheer them up, or at least give them a hug and tell them to keep their
chin up. Though most would think Aiko immature or stupid, Aiko is
neither of those things. She has a developed sense of the meaning of
life and where she belongs, and an extensive vocabulary that never
ceases to amaze adults who talk to her.


Skills

Element(s): Water/Wind
Weapons: Regular Ninja Tools
Jutsu:
Bunshin no Jutsu - Clone Technique
Rank: E
Range: -
Type: Supplementary
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.

Bikou Ninjutsu - Shadowing Stealth Technique
Rank: E
Range: -
Type: Supplementary
Bikou
Ninjutsu is the technique ninjas use to follow their targets covertly.
The manner in which the ninja shadows their target can differ, from the
basic hiding under a nearby object, to using a jutsu to turn oneself
invisible.


Ayatsuito no Jutsu - String Reeling Technique
Rank: E
Range: Close (0m ~ 5m)
Type: Supplementary
Ayatsuito
no Jutsu is a Ninjutsu technique utilizing wire. This string can be
used in rappeling, or as a method to tie down and restrict the movement
of an opponent. The Uchiha clan also utilizes the wire in their
Sharingan Soufuusha Sannotachi technique. The wire allows the clan
member to pin down an opponent, and then unleash a torrent of fire upon
them.

Kakuremino no Jutsu - Magic Cloak of Invisibility Technique
Rank: E
Range: -
Type: Supplementary
Kakuremino no Jutsu is a very basic Ninjutsu technique. The ninja uses a camouflage cloth to cloak themselves in the background.

Kai - Release
Rank: E
Range: -
Type: Supplementary
Kai
is a Ninjutsu technique which allows the ninja to avoid the effects of
a Genjutsu illusion. After forming the needed handseals, the Genjutsu
technique will not affect the ninja. The ninja can also use the
technique on another individual who was unable to avoid the attack.
After forming the needed hand seals, the ninja touches the one affected
to end the affect of the spell.

Henge no Jutsu - Transformation Technique
Rank: E
Range: -
Type: Supplementary
Henge
no Jutsu is a ninjutsu technique which every ninja learns at the Ninja
Academy. Henge allows the ninja to transform themselves into any person
or object. This allows the ninja to move with stealth or to trick their
opponents.



Background/RP Sample

Background:
Aiko was born on the seventh day of the sixth month of they year. She
was born just as the clock struck noon, crying and screaming like any
child would. She was cleaned off, identified as female, and given to
her mother to hold. The next few days of her life would be boring;
filled with routine tests that declared her healthy and alive. It
seemed she was going to grow up to be a healthy, strong girl. Her
father already talked about putting her in the academy so that she
could follow in his footsteps, and though her mother was worried about
her getting hurt, she too agreed that the life of a kunoichi would be
the best path for her to follow. When they were finally allowed to
bring their baby home, the would instantly set to work building the
girl a nursery in the room next to their own bedroom. They filled it
with clothes for her, a crib, and other objects that were both
necessary and not. They spoiled their little girl, because their little
girl had become their life. After a week of debate between the parents,
they would finally come up with a name. Aiko's grandparents had scolded
her parents for not coming up with a name while she was still in the
womb, but they only ignored it. Their little girl was named Aiko now,
that and the fact that she was alive and well were all that mattered.
Aiko was always a bubbly little child, always laughing and smiling,
getting into everything she could. When she finally learned to speak
she never stopped, as if it were a drug she just couldn't get off of.
She was always asking questions, making comments, and repeating new
words she learned over and over again. When she came of age, Aiko began
to go to the Ninja Academy. There she would excel in ninjutsu, but
prove weak in both genjutsu and taijutsu. She had no interest in ninja
tools, and stealth wasn't her thing. It seemed she was a destined
spell-type. She passed through every year of the Academy with ease,
leading up to her last year in the wonderful building that taught her
everything she knew about combat. On her tenth birthday her father developed a technique he needed to test, so she was given a
choice. She could be given a seal that would lock her at the age of ten
forever, or continue growing. Aiko liked being ten, she didn't want to change, so she gleefully accepted the seal. She would never age past that point again, however in the process of using a technique so high above his own level, her father would die. She would graduate from the academy shortly after and join the ranks of Genin.

RP Sample:
The sky was blue, the clouds, white, the world placid and pristine. It
seemed as if nothing could possibly go wrong on such a day, that even
Lady Fate herself could not be that cruel; and so the day was an all
around good one for the masses. Sitting in the massive, achromatic,
tower of the first division, was the newest leader of the massive army
known as soul reapers. The spirit guardians, armed with weapons more
powerful than any human technology, ran about beneath his window, going
about their duties that were required to keep both worlds peaceful. To
be more accurate, it wasn't "both worlds" they were keeping peaceful.
It was two out of five known worlds that they were keeping peaceful.
These two worlds were known as the Soul Society and Living World, and
both were kept together under the authority of this one man. The man
who was now pondering these exact same thoughts, as he sat in his
massive, palatial, throne-like chair with his haori wrapped around his
shoulders and his katana in his hands. The tip of the katana was
stabbing into the carpet at his feet, the blade facing out toward the
door on the opposite end of the long, thing, corridor of a room. The
aqua-blue, silk-wrapped, handle was held to the blade by a crescent
moon-shaped cross guard. Both of the man's slim, pale, soft hands
rested upon the golden pommel of the katana. His chin rested upon his
hands, and indirectly upon his blade. It seemed fitting that he would
use the sword to support him both in combat and out of it, though many
would argue that a weapon as precious as a zanpakuto shouldn't be used
so carelessly.

The cold brown eyes the Captain Commander gazed
out of the hole in the wall that served as a window. A butterfly
fluttered past, black and purple in color with a morbid design. He knew
these butterflies all too well, and he also knew what message they
would be carrying. As soon as the butterfly found the respective
thirteen captains, on Kidou Corps Commander, they would relay the
following message:
Greetings, my Captains and
fellow Commander. This is your new Captain Commander of the Soul
Society speaking, I have an urgent message. As we do not know each
other, and I have yet to gauge your competence, I am requesting that
all fourteen of you come to the Captain's Meeting Hall above the First
Division Barracks and participate in this meeting I am holding. Any
Captain that fails to appear himself, or send a representative with one
hell of a good reason for not showing, will be stripped of his rank and
instantly replaced. I jest not, do not try my patience. I look forward
to conversing with all of you, enjoy this beautiful day, as long as you
are enjoying it on the way to the Meeting Hall.

At
the thought of this message, the Captain's cold, emotionless face broke
out into an even more chilling smile. He had a feeling that at least
one Captain would have an issue with him being in command, whether this
showed through blunt insubordination or silent plotting, Xuntaii knew
he would catch it. He had an eye for traitors and schemers, something
he was afraid not many Captain Commanders before him had been graced
with. Xuntaii sighed, removing his chin from the back of his hands,
leaning back in his chair as he snapped his fingers. Suddenly, a figure
flickered into the room. He was dressed completely in black robes, with
a simple katana at his waist wrapped in a navy blue fabric. His hair
was long, pulled into a messy ponytail on top of his head. He bowed
instantly, awaiting orders.

"Make sure you let any and
all Captains in as soon as they show up, I don't want to be left
waiting. Let no one else in unless they have proof that they are to
represent their captain." He said in a cold, authoritative
voice. The shinigami instantly called out his understanding,
disappearing in a flash. The shinigami had slammed the door on the way
out in his hurry, and the annoying banging noise echoed throughout the
room. Xuntaii cringed at this sound, it was irritating when people
slammed doors, he had always hated that.

Xuntaii, the newest of
the Captain Commanders, looked deceivingly young. He looked to only be
in his twenties, when in actuality, he was around five-hundred and
fifteen times older than that. His hair was kept messy, black in color,
and hanging about his his face and around the nape of his neck. The
bangs would occasionally be pushed to the top of his head if he were
working or just didn't want them in the way. The eyes that rested in
his head were almond shapes, small, and a rich brown color. His nose
was slim and pointed, his face heart-shaped. Xuntaii's lips were thin
and colorless, currently pulled down into an aggravated frown. His skin
was an almost ghostly pale, seeming to be unmolested by acne or scars.
He dressed in an odd fashion, with a tunic that was mainly black, but
trimmed in scarlet. This tunic's color was a V-neck, coming down to his
first rib and showing his collar bone. He had no hair or scars upon his
chest either. At his waist was a length of cloth that was teased and
torn at the ends, seeming to be the remains of an old cloak or cape. On
his right arm was a massive sleeve that held tightly onto his arm just
above the elbow, but fanned out to be wide open at the hand. Upon this
sleeve was a crescent moon. Underneath the sleeve was a plating over
his arm, protected him from blades or other similar assaults. His pants
were baggy, a pale blue in color, and tucked into the knee-high black
boots that he wore.

There in that room he waited for the arrival
of his captains, playing absent-mindedly with the length of black
ribbon that was tied to his upper left arm. The ribbon twisted around
his bony, twisted fingers; occasionally it would slip between them and
fall upon his lap. When this happened Xuntaii was stare at his empty
hand blankly, as if he didn't notice the thing he had been playing with
was gone. After a few seconds of staring, he would turn his attention
to the fallen ribbon, pick it up, and restart the process.

Approved and moved.