"Hee, come on, fight me, fight me!"
Chihiro, though she hates when it is mentioned, is an incredibly short individual for her age. She stands and walks with the posture of a regal princess, holding her head high and proud. Her skin is smooth and pale, almost like porcelain, and is normally blemished with bruises and cuts. Her right arm has deep burn scars from a fight gone wrong and is normally covered with bandages or long sleeves. She has her pale hair cut jaggedly against her neck, not long enough to reach her shoulders but long enough to give her a feminine look, and uses it to cover her left eye. Her right eye is a strange pink-white color and constantly stares off into space with an intense look while her left eye is hidden by her hair due to its strange color and horrifying stare. She has a round and childish face, which is normally besmirched with a crazy grin and evil eyes. She is incredibly slim and flexible, and is normally seen form fitting clothes in black and white colors. Her main object of affection that she carries around with her at all times is a handmade panda hat-and-belt, given to her by her mother as an incredibly late birthday present. She is rarely seen with it on her head, though, as she likes it as a belt much more.
Personality: Chihiro is a bit of a strange child due to her strange bi-polar tendencies. Her constant mood swings and outbursts often make people turn and stare. She can be laughing and giggling and smiling one second and then suddenly screaming out in anger the next, or maybe falling asleep or crying. It truly depends on her mood and surroundings. Many people mistakenly think of Chihiro as an airhead or idiot, but she is actually quite intelligent for her time. As such, she is quite interested in the concept of the world around her and the people living within it. This interest is what gives her that dreamy look in her eye, and as such, makes her a very airy-headed-looking individual. Because of her universality, Chihiro can seem somewhat detached from personal emotions. It's not that she don't have feelings; it's just that Chihiro’s are different from most others. It’s like she’s dancing to the beat of a different drummer.
Chihiro can be a good communicator as long as you stay in the mental realms and not delve too much into it, if that is the case you may have to handle a very bored looking Chi. She is friendly, but can become uncomfortable as you discuss your feelings or problems as she finds them an annoyance to deal with. Her outbursts are normally dependent on the situation at hand; if someone is sad she may start to feel sad herself, and if she is angered by someone she will right out shriek at them or challenge them to a competition of sorts. Although she is not one to get stressed easily if the situation grows entirely too
stressful she may either start to fidget or try to calm herself in strange ways (i.e sitting on her head, practicing flips, climbing trees, so on and so forth). A very stubborn individual, she will not back down from a challenge or step away from something she is trying to protect. At times, she may appear a bit lady-like, possibly due to her rich up bringings. Her will may be her biggest superpower. She has the spirit of a child and loves finding and exploring new things and places. She is dependable and will never leave a friend in need.
Skills and Equipment: Born and raised as a chi blocker, her primary skill is her knowledge of the human body, bending pressure points, and pressure points in general, as well as her speed, flexibility, and duration. Chihiro’s method of chi blocking is utilized by hitting pressure points with quick jabs and punches, and must be done rapidly, often giving little time for the recipient to react. She focuses on those pressure points with relatively light jabs using her fingers and knuckles, and at times her feet. Some other skills are her quick eyes, intuitiveness, and stubbornness. She dresses lightly as too much weight would weigh her down and dislikes carrying too many items, but she will at times dawn a pair of interesting weapons similar to the Brass Knuckles of our time. They are normally used when she doesn’t have to “hold back”. She also carries a sack of scrolls that show the human body and it's weak spots.
Potential Interest: N/A
Likes and Dislikes:
+ Sugary sweets
+ Honey tea
+ Beautiful things
+ Cute things
+ Folding origami
+ Acting like a complete child
+ Food (Meat especially)
+ Getting into fights
+ Exploring new and unseen places
- Being tied down to one place
- Sitting still
- Complete silence
- Greedy people
- Being told what to do
-Killing any living thing
~ Her flexibility, speed, and energy.
~ Her knowledge of basic hand-to-hand combat, as well as a few other hands and feet related martial arts.
~ Her knowledge of the human body, along with bender pressure points and pressure points in general.
~ Her stubbornness.
~ Her thieving hands
~ Her insight and ability to notice things others might not see at first. She has very perspective eyes.
~ Surprisingly weak, she has trouble picking up even the slightly heaviest item.
~ Her stubbornness and flaw not to give up when told to.
~ Her curiosity and inability to read the situation.
~ Her detached personality which normally leads to her saying some insulting things when she doesn't truly mean them.
~ Her fear of fire and sharp objects which render her practically paralyzed if thrown against her.
~ Her inability to focus and follow directions.
Brief History: Chihiro was born under the Junsui family, a family renowned for its long line of warriors, generals, chi blockers, and weapons masters. Since Chihiro’s life was decided by a small decision she partook in at a young age (she took an interest in toys based on blockage rather than throwing or swinging ect.) her family kept her in intensive teaching at home - which was nothing more than isolation. She had a younger sister whom she grew jealous of, merely by the fact that she had more attention and love from their parents than herself. She would constantly ask the few monks who focused on teaching her chi blocking if she was allowed to visit her parents on the other side of the house and it was always the same answer,
Chihiro taught herself to forget about her blood-family on the other side. She spent her younger years studying the human body and learning how to be a regal lady, reading scrolls made from masters or students and taking very tedious lessons on how to be a “lady”. She found an interest in the pressure points of the human body, but disliked the royal teachings due to extensive orders and commands and the fact that they were boring and unneeded. Without anyone to talk to besides the monks she began speaking to herself, and eventually created an imaginary friend, or maybe just another one of her crazy personalities. In her teenage years she was taught how to move her body and how to strike certain areas in a flash, and this became Chi’s main interest.
Seven days after her sixteenth birthday, Chi received a peculiar gift. It was a panda-styled hat, made of some interesting material. It was made by her mother, surprisingly, and Chi had never hugged a material thing harder then she had that hat.
After nineteen years of training and teachings and talking to herself, Chi began to thirst for relationships and exploration. She devised a plan to escape the isolation she was placed in, and after a few tries she was finally free, but the family wouldn’t just let their little Chi get away. They sent men after her, tracking her even to this day. She became a runaway.
From Avatar: A New Age Roleplay
A rather busy-looking tea house-restaurant stands river-side, the chatter of many people filling the room. Above the restaurant is an apartment-looking house. A small window is visible from the street across the way. The room was dark, with only the faintest light coming from the half closed shades at the base of a rather messy bed. The pale light was barely enough to light the black room, rather it showed the long toes of a big foot. A soft mumble fills the room, the goes vanishing beneath clothing and blankets in an attempt to find warmth again. Another mumble, along with the loud noise of someone hitting the ceiling from the floor below. The mumble slowly turning into a loud groan, the bed squeaking under the weight of a body. The blankets slowly rose, tumbling off the black-haired head after a few moments of gravity crashing against them. The black-haired girl stretched, a yawn parting her lips. The girl rubbed her eye, squinting, trying to visualize her room through the darkness. Trying and failing, she turned to the blinds, pulling them apart to let in the sunlight. The room appeared, revealing a wooden floor covered in clothing and food wrappers. The girl, whom is called Mu Lin, slowly got off her bed and began to dig around for her clothing to wear. More banging from the room below, and Lin responded with three stomps of the feet, biting her lip. She must have woken up a bit late. Even at twenty-one, Lin was still afraid of her father's fury. She quickly pulled on a shirt and baggy pants, running her fingers through her hair in a feeble attempt to brush out the morning knots. She exited the messy room, running down the narrow hall and down the many flights of stairs until she is met by another door, where her shoes sat. She quickly slipped on the green-gold sneakers, wiggling her toes until the familiar comfort set in before opening the door, entering the busy restaurant. She was greeted by a loud, angry voice,
"Mu Lin! It's twelve o'clock already! You must curve your habit of sleeping in, lazy bum!" her father yelled before returning to his customer, a happy smile returning to his face (the customer, however, seemed like he was in a hurry to leave now). Lin grumbled her sorry and grabbed an apron, wrapping it around her waist and neck before entering the kitchen area, where a few workers, including her mother, cooked and cleaned and made tea in a rushed silence. Her mother glanced up, a soft smile appearing on her delicate looking face,
"You have a few deliveries, can you manage?" her mother asked in a soft voice. Lin gave a big grin and nodded,
"Leave it to me, Mama!" she said, her fist pumping into the air. She glanced to her mother's side to find the three bags, jam packed with steaming hot food. She gave a brisk nod before filling her hands and running towards the back of the room where and open door let in the cool, bad smelling city air. A bike, chained to a metal pole, lay in her view. Lin stopped in her tracks, legs spreading out, moving all three bags to one hand. Millions of pointy, hard rocks lay beneath her feet, and soon they began to shake. Lin glanced around to make sure she was not being watched before she stomped on the ground, the rocks flying up, melding into a small ball. Lin let her hand lurched forward, gently tapping the ball of rocks with her knuckle. A small woosh escaped the rocks and the ball flew forward, erupting into many rocks, showering the ground with the finally pointed earth. No dent on the chain. Lin growled, stomping her foot again, redoing the same motion until the ball of stones sliced the chain clean in half. Lin inspected the chains, nodding at her work before throwing the broken chain onto a pile of similar looking metal objects. Lin returned the bags to their selected hands before walking over to the, placing the bags into the basket in front of the handlebars. She then got on, gripping the familiar metal tightly, placing her feet on the peddles. Soon, she was off, riding down the street as fast as the wind, a wide grin on her pale face.
Lin, finally done with her work for the day, relaxed in an empty courtyard that sat below the tall water tower. Her bike laid beside her, one of the wheels still slowly whirling around in the soft breeze. The ground beneath her back was hard and uncomfortable, but acceptable. The courtyard and streets surrounding seemed empty, no human or mechanical sound heard. The area was normally empty, away from the busy (and well watched) streets of the main city. Her eyes wandered to the buildings in front of her, normal storefronts which were closed for the day, and beyond that, shimmering lights of the city. She then returned her feelings to the courtyard around her, feeling the rough earth with her large hands. It was one of her favorite hang out spots, and practice spots, the ground beneath was easy to push up and bend to her liking. Lin sighed, staring up at the sky through wide eyes. The water tower stood tall, rusted and proud, the ladder that once lead to the platform at the top nearly looking dangerously close to breaking, but in reality, it was quite an easy climb. She had been to the platform once, and, even though it barely topped even the smallest apartment building, it still had a great view. However, Lin was feeling a bit too tired to climb up the ladder again, relaxing on the ground was more ideal at the moment. Lin closed her eyes, letting out a soft sigh. She sat in complete silence for many minutes until she grew bored of not moving. She sat up quickly, leaping to her feet in a matter of seconds. She began moving, legs splaying out into solid stances, feet stomping into the earth, throwing up thin disks of land which were then used to be thrown at a fence. The thin slab became caught in the metal wires, but it still made a pretty even cut. Lin grinned before repeating the action, this time into the air. It didn't return to the ground after a few moments, and Lin slapped her forhead,
"Not my brightest idea..." she muttered, glancing around cautiously before running over to grab her bike. She lifted it onto its wheels and leapt on, beginning the short ride back home