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[sup][h1][b][center][color=black]木ノ葉 １２[/color]
[color=#9E69FF]木ノ葉  １２[/color][/center]
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[center]Konoha 12[/center]
[center][sub][sup][color=#9E69FF][b]D.O.B[/b][/color][/sup] 06/20/695 | [sup][color=#9E69FF][b]Age[/b][/color][/sup] 16[sup] y.o[/sup] | [sup][color=#9E69FF][b]Sato[/B][/color][/sup] Konoha | [sup][color=#9E69FF][b]Region [/B][/color][/sup]Hibana | [sup][color=#9E69FF][B]Rank[/B][/color][/sup] Chūnin | [sup][color=#9E69FF][B]Caste[/B][/color][/sup] Hyūga Main Branch, Clan Heiress [/sub][/center]

[sup][center][color=black] Mimoto[/color]
[color=#9E69FF]Mimoto[/color][/center][/sup][center]Hyūga Tomiko[/center]

[sup][center][color=black] Shigoto[/color]
[color=#9E69FF]Shigoto[/color][/center][/sup][center]Vanguard[/center]

[sup][center][color=black] Joretsu[/color]
[color=#9E69FF]Joretsu[/color][/center][/sup][center]B-3[/center]

[sup][h2][b][center][color=black] 外伝[/color]
[color=#9E69FF]外伝[/color][/center]
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[center]Flashback[/center]
[Sub][color=#9E69FF]Monogatari[/color][/sub]
[i]On this day, Kaguya has gifted us the blessing of continued radiance; for her divine lineage has manifested in an heiress. May she forever walk in Kaguya’s light, and guide the Hyūga down this blessed path.[/i]

Tomiko’s story was one written from the second the sunlight touched the twins as they entered this world. Born mere seconds before her twin, Satomi, and thus being the first who was touched by the radiant rays of Kaguya’s enlightenment… Tomiko was favored by many of the more zealous members of the Hyūga to be named heiress. Though it took a number of months, Tomiko would soon be declared just that; the Heiress of the Hyūga Clan. The Radiant Daughter, The Blood of Kaguya, and she who walked the Divine Path. Seen by her own people as something akin to a Demigod and treated as the veritable Princess she was, Tomiko was long destined to live in the light. To forever be at the forefront of her Clan, forever in their public eye. 

From a young age, it became quite apparent to the young heiress that she was… [i]different[/i] from her fellows. While the other children could go out and play, she was constantly rushed away to various lessons with tutors or Priests. The mounting weight of being the very [i]embodiment[/i] of her entire clan’s beliefs quickly building upon her shoulders. A burden she carried with pride, as afterall… [i]she was the Blood of Kaguya[/i]. She was [b]more[/b]. While Satomi went out to play, Tomiko was off learning the prayers and rituals in which she would soon be leading her people in. Where Satomi could sleep in and laze about, Tomiko was learning the earliest grasps of diplomacy and the runnings of the clan. All things a future heiress could need, Tomiko dutifully studied with Pride. Always building more faith within herself, always growing more certain of her own divinity. 

Until every sense of security, self, and confidence was completely shattered on the stormy evening of her sixth birthday… 

[hider=The Hyūga Affair]Today had been a first. The first time that she’d stepped up before her entire clan, and led the rituals associated around both the Solstice and her own birthday. Exhausting, to be certain, and the Hyūga found she was thankful to be home at long last. She sat alone in her ornate bedroom, idly playing with the few toys she’d been allowed. A pair of dolls, neither particularly descript and instead painted to be whatever she decided within the powerful imagination of a six-year old. Her parents? Off somewhere within the clan’s sprawling compound, probably tracking down where sister had snuck off to this time. Or on patrol, but Miko was willing to bet her sister was causing trouble again. 

[i]A soft crush rang out through the house. Nearly perfectly masked by the clap of thunder, yet just barely audible to the young girl.[/i]

The Hyūga got to her feet, making her way out of her bedroom and to the stairs leading down to the living room, where her parents and Satomi would no doubt be. [color=#9E69FF]”Slamming doors isn’t very nice…”[/color] She started as she reached the bottom, intent on chiding her no-doubt pouting sibling. 

[i]A figure she didn’t recognize stood in the room, atop the remains of the backdoor that now lay scattered across the floor. Lightning flickering behind the figure silhouetted them, leaving just a dark outline… yet she’d never forget those eyes. The emotionless malice hidden beneath the surface, and the way they seemed to peer directly into her soul. The hazel coloring revealed a terrible truth… he was not one of her people. As did the drawn Kunai in their left hand.[/i]

The Hyūga didn’t scream, even as terror flooded into her mind. Her eyes opened wide, and only one thought seemed to take control of her body. 

[b]Run.[/b]

The doll she’d been clutching flew through the air, thrown in a blind panic towards the strange figure. Only to become slammed back into the wall with a Kunai buried through its chest, and a horrified child staring up at the destruction of her favored toy. Yet even this did not last, as the Hyūga frantically scrambled back up the stairs. Not even risking a look behind herself as tears of terror raced freely down her features, and the sounds of the intruder racing after her echoed through the house. The storm outside seemed to take direction from the tense situation within, as the vicious claps of thunder seemed to shake the very structure of the building itself. Flashes of blinding light tore through the darkened halls, and the wind outside whipped debris against the houses to create a disorienting mess of noise and light. Making it all the harder to detect where her pursuer was within her home. 

The Hyūga barged into her own room, diving under the bed in a desperate bid to hide from the monster following her. Tears blurred her vision, even as the girl covered her mouth with a hand to hide her sobs of fear. Silently, she pleaded with Kaguya to send some sort of boon to save her from this nightmare. Anything, anybody. For long, tense moments she stayed shaking under her bed. Every flash of lightning sending terrifying shadows containing innumerable hidden enemies dancing across her room, every clap of thunder containing unheard thunderous stomps of the bad men coming after her. 

[color=#9E69FF][i]Why, why me!?! Go Away![/i][/color] 

[i]The bedroom door slammed open once more. Hitting the wall hard enough to send the framed paintings falling to the ground. The evil figure once more stood in the doorway, stepping into her room steadily. Moving about. Searching.[/i] 

Tomiko bit her lip, hard, to keep her whimpers suppressed as the man moved about. Certain she was, that it was only a matter of time until he looked under her bed. She watched in a nearly paralyzing fear as he moved about, heading towards her closet in an obvious assumption that she’d hidden behind the other set of doors… and giving her a chance to escape. She waited, silently, until the bad man tore the closet open to check… then shot out from under the bed faster than she’d ever done before. In the blink of an eye, the child had made it out of the room and slammed the door shut behind herself. Then she was tearing down the stairs once more, aiming towards the very way the man had entered her home…

Then slamming to the floor amid the debris of their backdoor as sturdy force slammed into her back and sent her sprawling. All her breath fled her lungs, even as the Hyūga was flipped onto her back by the very man she’d been fleeing. A scream started to flee her lips, but was quickly silenced by a crushing grip at her throat. Even as she squirmed and thrashed, the man raised his kunai above her… the lightning glistening off the metallic blade. Each flash showed the weapon growing closer and closer… towards her eye. The slowness betrayed an attempt to be precise in his operation, and a remorseless approach as his ears were constantly assaulted by her muffled screams and pleas for mercy.  

[color=#9E69FF][i]He isn’t going to stop…[/i][/color] She realized in a terrifying moment as adrenaline flooded her system with the realization that this was the end. She was going to end up in one of those very boxes her relatives constantly came back from war within… 

The girl’s arm snapped out, clutching desperately at a shard of glass on the floor. A piece of debris from the shattered door, Tomiko cried out a desperate war cry as the glass sliced her palm and she slammed it into the man’s arm at her throat. A warm liquid splattered on her face from the wound, even as the man recoiled in pain and his Kunai cut a wound down her forehead towards her eye. The girl scrambled away as she desperately coughed and gulped for air, intermittent by shrill screams of a girl terrified for her life. Another surge of motion shot the girl to her feet, at the same time the bad man was on his. Her flight halted again by a shot of pure fire along her nerves as she was yanked backwards by her hair. Yet the pain wouldn’t end there, as she was sent tumbling backwards by a fist that seemed to be made of pure iron slammed into her stomach… and she tasted iron in her mouth. 

[color=#880808][b]”Shut it, brat.[/b][/color] The man growled in a grizzled voice, even as he closed the distance once more, this time hauling her off her feet and into a vice grip she lacked the strength to escape…. And suddenly the storm outside became so much louder as the rain began to pelt her face. Her eyes once again opened wide, and she went to scream before his other hand slammed over her mouth to muffle this attempt. With horrified eyes, Tomiko watched her home start to fade away into the night. The clan compound passed her, then they were approaching the outskirts of the village… and then those too passed her by. She was gone, taken from her home. 

Never to see it again. 

[color=#9E69FF][i]Daddy, save me! Please! Daddy I’m scared! I don’t want to go in the box![/i][/color] She pleaded silently, afraid to cry out for what the bad man would do to her again. 

[color=#9E69FF][i]Save me…[/i][/color]

The treeline around the village blurred past as they disappeared into the forests. 

[color=#9E69FF][i]Don’t leave me…[/i][/color] 

The distant lights of the village faded to nothing, leaving her alone with the bad man. 

[color=#9E69FF][i]I’ll miss you all…[/i][/color]

Her world faded to black, the weight of her wounds and the experiences of the night falling upon the girl, dragging her mind down into subconsciousness… and she lost all hope of going home.

[i]The sense of motion stopped, as did the constant rumblings of the storm. Muffled noises in the distance broke the norm, and roused the girl from the grips of unconsciousness. Alert eyes suddenly snapping open, as cold steel found her throat.[/i] 

Tomiko shuddered silently, taking in every detail of the little clearing she found herself in. The bad man was still behind her, pressing his Kunai to her throat. Opposite her… a figure she couldn’t quite make out until she blinked a few tears from her eyes. The figure, a shell of a man. Face contorted in raw anger and hatred, eyes determined to deliver pain and hands already stained crimson with blood. Yet still, she recognized the face of her father, and saw the fear play out on his features as he saw the look his little girl gave him. Saw the fear in her eyes, and saw how hope started to creep back into her features. She couldn’t make out the words he said, not past her heart pounding in her ears. Yet she knew it had to be [i]something[/i] about the bad man’s comrades. The crimson on his hands assuring their fates, as did the way the kunai pressed tighter to her neck and the man’s other hand clamped tighter over her mouth. 

[color=#9E69FF][i]He can’t… not while I’m here. I-I’ll help you, daddy![/i][/color] She thought desperately, barely forming the thoughts past the fear in her mind. 

Then… she bit down on the man. Hard. A rush of iron-tasting blood stole her attention, but the girl just opened her mouth then bit down again, harder. She screamed a muffled scream as she did, and felt the man finally recoil enough to release her. Instantly, she was sprinting towards her father, even as he pointed back towards the village and shouted at her to run. Yet she didn’t listen, hiding instead behind one of the trees ringing the clearing and peaking around to watch her father. Watch as all semblance of composure fell away, and she saw a man stripped down to bare, animal rage. The way her father descended upon the bad man, and forewent the gentle fist. She watched and recoiled at the sickening display of violence that assaulted both her eyes and ears. As her father ensured that the bad man would be going home in a box of his own, but not before howling in pain on his way there. 

She was scared of her own father. 

In that moment, as she recoiled from her own father’s touch even as he scooped her up to bring her back home, Tomiko made a simple vow to herself. 

[center][color=#9E69FF][i][b]Never Again.[/b][/i][/color][/center]

Never again, would she allow her loved ones to be reduced to this terrifying monster she’d seen emerge from her own father. 

Never again, would she let [i]anybody[/i] come close enough to her to hurt her like this again. 

Never again, would she allow another to grow close to her… to open them to the kind of pain she saw in her father’s eyes.

The rest of her thoughts faded away, as Tomiko buried her face in her father’s shoulder. Loud sobs of fear muffled against him, and shook her entire body with each one that tore forth. There was nothing else to think, her mind overcome by the traumatic events of that night, and leaving Tomiko with her final memories of that horrible night being the solemn vow she’d sworn… and the horrific violence she’d seen from her father.[/hider]

In the months after the attack, Tomiko fled into herself. The Heiress barely left her room, oftentimes only to flee into her parents’ bed whenever a storm outside brought back the horrific memories of that night. Even then, the girl seemed to lose all hints of emotion and ability to speak. While she continued her studies, Tomiko seemed to slowly be becoming a shell of a girl to her concerned parents. The scar on her forehead from the kunai quickly proved to not be alone, accompanied by vicious scars on the girl’s very psyche. This went on for nearly half a year, before one day the girl seemed to suddenly break free of her shell. While her previous warmth remained muffled, Tomiko had started to emerge from her bedroom. To interact with her family, and do more than study and hide. Yet there was a certain type of… cool distance being kept. Filled with a sense of self-assurance that she was better than the [i]mortals[/i] all about her. She cared about her people, yes, but did so as one looking down on those less than herself. It wasn’t perfect, but her parents couldn’t have been more thrilled than to see their little girl at least [i]starting[/i] to reach out once more. 

Yet, this behavior was nothing more than a mask for which the broken girl could hide behind. Tomiko knew this wasn’t who she was, but the mask provided a sense of safety for the girl. A way to reach out, but know that she’d hold everybody else at arm’s length. At the same time, Tomiko seemed to completely reject her lessons on Gentle Fist. Refusing to engage in sparring with others, allowing them to get close to her. A frustration her parents found, but assumed she’d move past once she entered the Academy. 

As her sister seemed to become more of a rebel, Tomiko dedicated herself further to being the perfect daughter and heiress. To become what she [i]needed[/i] to be, but doing so in a way that meant others would be kept [i]away[/i] from her. While this would normally open a rift between siblings on diverging paths, Tomiko found that Satomi’s manner somehow was the one thing that still could pierce her mask. Allowing her twin to see the damaged depths of her soul, and cementing an ironclad bond of absolute trust between the two. A silent pact that Satomi would always be there for her sister, and Miko would never wear a mask to hide from her. 

Entering the academy proved to open Tomiko back up to learning to fight again, yet still she refused to let others close. Instead, the girl dedicated her everything to learning how to use a trio of deadly weapons to augment her standard ninja tools. A Bow, Rope Dart, and Senbon. Quickly, and with the silent determination that seemed to destroy every obstacle in her path, Tomiko started to master her arsenal. Not long after, the Hyūga Heiress started learning to channel her chakra through these weapons. The Rope Dart in particular, as she learned how to fire her chakra from the weapon akin to using her tenketsu, melding it into the gentle fist. This, in turn, led to the Heiress creating her own variant of Gentle Fist: The Lashing Dragon. 

While in the academy, Tomiko continued to wear her ‘superior’ mask. In turn, she didn’t earn many friends while instead garnering a rather hefty dislike of her from among many of her peers. Yet, one could not deny her excellence in studies, as Tomiko quickly found herself placed amongst the the top of her class at the time of graduation. 

Her assignment to a team, however, started off rather rocky. As the Hyūga Heiress railed against the concept of an [i]Uchiha[/i] instructor. The punishments for her attitude came swift and severe, with Sasuke Uchiha not particularly being one for mercy. Over time, and working with her team, Tomiko slowly developed a second mask that seemed more amenable to her Sensei and team. That of a girl slowly learning to be more human; to open herself up to others. Flashes of a friendly girl showcased within, yet even these were a lie. Still, every mask served its purpose. Even as she found a growing wish that one day she could cast them away, and let everybody see the girl who’d been hiding within… A foolish wish. 

In the years that followed her assignment to the team and attacks on Konoha, Tomiko proved herself to be a fiercely competent fighter. Unlike her twin, Tomiko’s path was that of precision and control. Every action was executed with measured intent, with a specific goal in mind. While her sister was much stronger than her in raw power, Tomiko made up for those weaknesses in her precision and application of her abilities. Oftentimes, she’d only ever need a single strike to execute her intended purpose. Her loyalty to the Clan and Village unquestioned. With many whispering that it was born of a fear of letting another go through what she’d been through so many years ago. Still, Tomiko proved herself to be a critical asset, able to maneuver both the political and physical battlefields with a terrifying competence. Unlike her twin, Tomiko made it past the Chuunin exams on her first attempt. As a gift for her excellence, Tomiko was gifted a set of custom-smithed weapons. Senbon, Bow, Arrows, and a Rope Dart. Each crafted to more easily channel her chakra, and emblazoned with the Hyūga Clan Crest. 

In the time leading up to Satomi’s second attempt at the exams, Tomiko also dedicated what little free time she did have to working with her sister. Oftentimes serving as little more than a training partner, but determined to help shore up Satomi’s weaknesses. Afterall, that was the very thing Satomi did for Tomiko nearly every day. More than she could ever even know.

Now, standing at the forefront of her peers; Tomiko stands side-by-side with her sister. Ready to defend her village. 

[center][b]Nobody else would have to become broken, like her.[/b][/center][sup][h2][b][center][color=black] 性格[/color]
[color=#9E69FF]性格[/color][/center]
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[center]Individuality[/center]
[sub][color=#9E69FF]Kokoronaka[/color][/sub]
Much more muted than her sister, Tomiko still is known by everybody within the village. The subject of the attempted kidnapping so many years before, and Heiress to the powerful Hyūga Clan made it easy to recognize her. Yet, few could say they actually know Tomiko. As the girl does not regularly portray much beyond a cool, controlled demeanor. Those who [i]do[/i] know the girl, often speak highly of her skills and dedication to keeping others safe. Yet, at the same time, report that the Hyūga’s personality is a bit… off putting. As if she were looking down from the throne of self-assured divinity. Fewer still would claim to see a side of her that is trying to reach out past the weight of expectations and responsibilities placed upon her shoulders. Only one, Satomi, can claim to truly know Tomiko. To see the gentle, scared girl hiding behind constant masks. The girl who is desperately loyal to those she wants to protect, and wishes that she could share a bit of the warmth within her heart with others. 

Yet one controlled entirely by her fear of repeating the past, who can’t open up because of this fear. 

A girl who has long since given up hope of [i]ever[/i] being able to open up to her peers. To have the relationships and friendships that mark a life well lived. 

A girl in self-imposed isolation.

[sup][center][color=black] Kirainamono[/color]
[color=#9E69FF]Kirainamono[/color][/center][/sup][center]Hates[/center]
[sub][color=#9E69FF]Kirai[/color][/sub]
Kumogakure, Traitors, (Most) Uchiha, Opening up to others, and people trying to learn too much about her.

[sup][center][color=black] Sukinamono[/color]
[color=#9E69FF]Sukinamono[/color][/center][/sup][center]Likes[/center]
[sub][color=#9E69FF]Suki[/color][/sub]
Satomi, Her Clan, Her Faith, Dancing, Drawing, Cooking, Sweets, and her White Bobtail Cat ‘Byakko’

[sup][h1][center][color=black] 忍道[/color]
[color=#9E69FF]忍道[/color][/center][/h1][/sup]
[center]Ninja Way

[color=#9E69FF][b]Control[/b][/color][/center][hr]

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