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1 Amaya Nishimuraya on 17/02/17, 03:58 am

Name: Amaya Nishimuraya
Country Affiliation: Kou
Race: Human
Tier: B-Tier (General)
Class: Assassin
Age + Birthdate: 24 years old, born August 5th
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Personality:


  • Confident: Amaya embodies a near overwhelming amount of confidence in herself. She prefers not to boast, however, but let her confidence speak in the execution of her actions as she strives towards her goal.
  • Blunt, yet Silent: Unfortunately, Amaya is blunt nearly to the point of brutality. She makes her opinions known if she chooses, but otherwise simply refrains from speaking her piece.
  • Analytical: Amaya's upbringing has created a strong discipline for analysis in her psyche, pushing her to constantly think through and formulate methods with more efficient probabilities and higher chances of success. Awkwardly, she sometimes seeks to optimize things that should stay untouched.
  • Pragmatic: Pragmatism is most likely the second utmost of Amaya's ideals. Her pragmatism is not limitless, however, as it often comes into conflict with her primary ideal. Her pragmatism, however, has lead to her continued development and her decision to take up arms.
  • Just: Amaya's definition of justice can be skewed sometimes, but ultimately it comes down to using whatever means are most applicable to achieve the result that benefits the most people. This Kantian form of thought has often put her at odds with other individuals, but it creates an interesting dynamic with those who steer their justice towards a morality based definition.
  • Seemingly Apathetic: Amaya despises public displays of emotion, believing that they offer others the ability to seize control over her and attempt to manipulate her. Amaya forces herself to appear apathetic to most things, but must unload her own pent up emotions in private when need or convenience dictates.

Likes and Dislikes:
Likes:

  • Sweets: Amaya has a hidden love of sweets, and although they are terrible for her, she cannot shake the obsession.
  • Poisons: Stemming from an interesting cross of her love of herbalism and martial arts, Amaya became interested not only in the positive effects of plant creations on the body, but also the negative ones. She finds the sheer variety of poisons to be rather interesting, and views this field as her area of academic passion.
  • Daggers: A healthy obsession is fine now and then, but Amaya's love for knives of any sort can be described as near unholy. Amaya spends a sizeable amount of her disposable money simply on useless knives, and on maintaining those that she has.

Dislikes:

  • Heavy Weaponry: Unnatural, and all around cumbersome, heavy weapons disgust Amaya with their lack of movement practicality. However, she can appreciate their use in conjunction with a mount, or heavy armor.
  • Garish Displays of Entertainment: Her innate seriousness prevents her from enjoying rather garish displays of entertainment. She enjoys arts, and finer displays of craftsmanship, but things like obnoxious troubadours drive her insane.

Aspirations:
Amaya simply strives to better herself constantly, believing that there is no such thing as perfection, but rather that the journey of continual self improvement is what matters. With her current assessment of her abilities and personality, she has come to believe that her inability to acknowledge and place an inherent value on the emotional state of other individuals needs development, As such, she is attempting to value the hearts of others in a way that she has previously never thought about them in.
Phobias:


  • Failure: Losses, withdrawals, and other forms of forfeit weigh very heavy on a woman who bases her self worth on continual performance at increasingly higher levels. She often isolates herself in the wake of issues like these, pouring over mental records and texts to analyze in excruciating detail every single thing she did wrong in a manic attempt to make sure it never happens again.
  • Intimacy: Amaya has always known that people you are intimate with can disappear in an instant. It is a simple fact of life. An extension of Amaya's hatred of failure, she fears true emotional connection with another individual, afraid that she will become attached enough to lose herself when she loses them.

Face-Claim: Beruka/Belka - Fire Emblem: Fates
Hair Color: Teal, Originally brown
Eye Color: Grey
Height: 165 cm
Weight: 64.41 Kg
Appearance:
Amaya wears a constantly stern expression on her face, preferring not to display how she feels publicly. She holds her hair away from her forehead just slightly with her headband, and her neck is shrouded in a scarf. Normally she wears a cloak to cover the majority of her armor, as it's appearance isn't necessarily appropriate for any occasion. However, she lets her armor bear where appropriate, and doesn't try to disguise her love for the blade. Her face is bereft of makeup in nearly every scenario, believing the powders and concoctions both impractical and stifling.

Her body is short in comparison to most, but muscular enough to compete with those larger than herself. Her small frame has lead her to carry herself with an upright posture in almost every scenario, perhaps in an attempt to feign extra height, or perhaps in a simple attempt to communicate that she is indeed an equal.
Rukh Alignment: White
Special Features: She dyes her hair teal/blue regularly so that the color stands out. It is her own form of self expression and identity that she takes pride in, and also represents her separation from a past identity.
History:
Amaya was born to a set of parents whose names are not the focus of this tale, nor are they truly remembered by Amaya. Traveling home across the great planes, their caravan was ambushed, and while no casualties were sustained, Amaya’s family found the danger to be too great for a child of her age. After a very long period of arrangements and disheartening rejections from her mother’s side of the family, her uncle took her in as a favor to her father. An honest man who worked hard for his earnings, Gamamori Nishimuraya instructed those who desired to learn in martial arts, ranging from basic self defense to more advanced fighting with weapons. Her interest was piqued through the constant exposure her day to day life provided her, and she began studying in secret, poorly replicating the techniques she had seen her uncle's student's perform.

Amaya spent much of her initial time with her uncle cultivating a small garden that she used to help provide traditional herbal remedies to help students who unintentionally injured themselves. It was through this creation and study of medicine that she was introduced to neurotoxins, and discovered that in very very trace amounts that they could function as gentle anesthetics, pain-killers, and various other practical functions. Amaya's pushed herself to learn more of the power that plants held, seeking new combinations that could increase or reduce the potency of effects she already knew, or create new functions entirely,

Amaya began to mix her studies of plants and organic poisons with studies of martial arts, Joining her uncle’s school as an entry level student. Initially, she progressed quickly in technique, knowing what mistakes to avoid simply because she had had to treat their ramifications. However, the physical stamina and control required to become truly effective was something she lacked. She put extra effort of her own time into making her body stronger so it could keep up with the high standards her uncle set for his students.

Ultimately, her efforts made progress, but not enough. Gamamori decided that his style of martial arts did not suit her physique and stature, and instead recommended she take up the style of a school in another city. Far away from the confines of the small town she had grown up in, Amaya set foot into the world on her own, pressing towards the school her uncle had recommended. Amaya’s studies taught her a new way of fighting, in which the momentum of the opponent was used to strengthen one’s own moves, where tools and weapons were just as commonplace as bare knuckle fighting. A style that capitalized on Amaya’s rather cerebral and analytical nature, she adapted to the change very quickly, and excelled.

Amaya’s journey was not without hardship, however. She was poor, and did not have immediate access to food or shelter. She slept where she could, and pushed herself to do what she had to to make sure she could still eat and train. Despite her analytical nature, The most obvious option escaped Amaya, and she turned to theft. This cycle continued for months: The woman would steal what she needed to get by, then disappear until she was required to train. Perhaps it was a stroke of luck, or just simple happenstance, but the cycle ended when another student broke his arm. While Amaya didn’t possess the knowledge of how to set a bone, or perform any sort of procedure to fix the limb, her knowledge of plants and medicines led her to make a painkiller from supplies on hand until a professional could arrive. Amaya then realized the choice she should have made in the first place, and offered her services to the doctor in exchange for room and board. Amaya would only learn the basics of medicine: How to bandage a wound. How to set a bone, and how to draw poison from a bite. Her desire got the better of her, and her practices eventually switched in importance. Amaya believed medicine to be a practical extension of martial arts, rather than its opposite, and sought to study an aspect of her passion she had yet to learn. Amaya’s journey begins as she sets out to learn more of both martial arts, and of medicine.
Role-Play Sample:
The street was awash with the fragrance of winter's chill, and the gentle waxing of the shroud of cold that hinted gently at spring's imminent approach. Of course, none of these things mattered to Amaya, or rather, none of them mattered at the moment. There were times and places for such feelings, but the period she dedicated to practice was not one of them. With a practiced motion her hand slipped into the ring ornamenting the end of her scarf, the soft clinking of the segmented metal core whispering past her ears as the weapon slowly spiraled from her neck, pulled taught between her hands and her shoulder blades as she sank gently into the stance.

The line of daggers that seemed to drip from her wingspan spun like silver feathers against the dull wood of the practice hall, the swirl of motion deftly catching the practice dummy by the neck as another twist of her body sent her inanimate partner plummeting to the ground. With a soft twitch on impact her scarf released it's grip, returning to rest against her back once more, wings at the ready.

Her hair had been dyed yesterday, and the promise to herself that she would one day be as free as the sky still rang in her ears. She would fly, and she would fly with the wings she had made for herself.

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2 Re: Amaya Nishimuraya on 17/02/17, 06:16 am

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  • Now that you've created your character, you need to create a weapon. You can do so at Hakim's Smithy.

  • A weapon is least effective without any sort of training. New characters are allowed to start with four D-Tier abilities and one C-Tier ability that do not require training. Once you've created your starter abilities, any ability you make afterward must be trained. The guidelines for abilities are right here.

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[b]Name:[/b] Amaya Nishimuraya
[b]Country Affiliation:[/b] Kou
[b]Race:[/b] Human
[b]Tier:[/b] D
[b]Class:[/b] Assassin
[b]Age + Birthdate:[/b] 24 years old, born August 5th
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Sexuality:[/b] Pansexual
[spoiler=Personality]
[list]
[*]Confident: Amaya embodies a near overwhelming amount of confidence in herself. She prefers not to boast, however, but let her confidence speak in the execution of her actions as she strives towards her goal.
[*]Blunt, yet Silent: Unfortunately, Amaya is blunt nearly to the point of brutality. She makes her opinions known if she chooses, but otherwise simply refrains from speaking her piece.
[*]Analytical: Amaya's upbringing has created a strong discipline for analysis in her psyche, pushing her to constantly think through and formulate methods with more efficient probabilities and higher chances of success. Awkwardly, she sometimes seeks to optimize things that should stay untouched.
[*]Pragmatic: Pragmatism is most likely the second utmost of Amaya's ideals. Her pragmatism is not limitless, however, as it often comes into conflict with her primary ideal. Her pragmatism, however, has lead to her continued development and her decision to take up arms.
[*]Just: Amaya's definition of justice can be skewed sometimes, but ultimately it comes down to using whatever means are most applicable to achieve the result that benefits the most people. This Kantian form of thought has often put her at odds with other individuals, but it creates an interesting dynamic with those who steer their justice towards a morality based definition.
[*]Seemingly Apathetic: Amaya despises public displays of emotion, believing that they offer others the ability to seize control over her and attempt to manipulate her. Amaya forces herself to appear apathetic to most things, but must unload her own pent up emotions in private when need or convenience dictates.
[/list]
[/spoiler]
[spoiler=Likes and Dislikes][b]Likes:[/b]
[list]
[*]Sweets: Amaya has a hidden love of sweets, and although they are terrible for her, she cannot shake the obsession.
[*]Poisons: Stemming from an interesting cross of her love of herbalism and martial arts, Amaya became interested not only in the positive effects of plant creations on the body, but also the negative ones. She finds the sheer variety of poisons to be rather interesting, and views this field as her area of academic passion.
[*]Daggers: A healthy obsession is fine now and then, but Amaya's love for knives of any sort can be described as near unholy. Amaya spends a sizeable amount of her disposable money simply on useless knives, and on maintaining those that she has.
[/list]
[b]Dislikes:[/b]
[list]
[*]Heavy Weaponry: Unnatural, and all around cumbersome, heavy weapons disgust Amaya with their lack of movement practicality. However, she can appreciate their use in conjunction with a mount, or heavy armor.
[*]Garish Displays of Entertainment: Her innate seriousness prevents her from enjoying rather garish displays of entertainment. She enjoys arts, and finer displays of craftsmanship, but things like obnoxious troubadours drive her insane.
[/list]
[/spoiler]
[spoiler=Aspirations]Amaya simply strives to better herself constantly, believing that there is no such thing as perfection, but rather that the journey of continual self improvement is what matters. With her current assessment of her abilities and personality, she has come to believe that her inability to acknowledge and place an inherent value on the emotional state of other individuals needs development, As such, she is attempting to value the hearts of others in a way that she has previously never thought about them in.[/spoiler]
[spoiler=Phobias]Amaya's only true fear is being unable to find any benefit whatsoever to a pursuit she had chosen. Losses, withdrawals, and other forms of forfeit weigh very heavy on a woman who bases her self worth on continual performance at increasingly higher levels. She often isolates herself in the wake of issues like these, pouring over mental records and texts to analyze in excruciating detail every single thing she did wrong in a manic attempt to make sure it never happens again.[/spoiler]
[b]Face-Claim:[/b] Beruka/Belka - Fire Emblem: Fates
[b]Hair Color:[/b] Teal, Originally brown
[b]Eye Color:[/b] Grey
[b]Height:[/b] 165 cm
[b]Weight:[/b] 64.41 Kg
[spoiler=Appearance]Amaya wears a constantly stern expression on her face, preferring not to display how she feels publicly. She holds her hair away from her forehead just slightly with her headband, and her neck is shrouded in a scarf. Normally she wears a cloak to cover the majority of her armor, as it's appearance isn't necessarily appropriate for any occasion. However, she lets her armor bear where appropriate, and doesn't try to disguise her love for the blade. Her face is bereft of makeup in nearly every scenario, believing the powders and concoctions both impractical and stifling.

Her body is short in comparison to most, but muscular enough to compete with those larger than herself. Her small frame has lead her to carry herself with an upright posture in almost every scenario, perhaps in an attempt to feign extra height, or perhaps in a simple attempt to communicate that she is indeed an equal.[/spoiler]
[b]Rukh Alignment:[/b] White
[b]Special Features:[/b] She dyes her hair teal/blue regularly so that the color stands out. It is her own form of self expression and identity that she takes pride in, and also represents her separation from a past identity.
[spoiler=History]Amaya was born to a set of parents whose names are no longer relevant, and who have long since passed from her memory. Traveling home across the great planes, their caravan was ambushed, and while minimal casualties were sustained, Amaya found her parents among them. In a stroke of circumstance her uncle took her in as the remnants of the encounter were cleared. An honest man who worked hard for his earnings, Gamanori Nishimuraya instructed those who desired to enter the military in the basic arts of self defense. Her interest was piqued in the martial arts through the constant exposure her day to day life provided her, and she began studying in secret, poorly replicating the techniques she had seen her uncle's student's perform.

Amaya spent much of her initial time with her uncle cultivating a small garden that she used to help provide traditional herbal remedies to help students who unintentionally injured themselves. It was through this creation that she was introduced to neurotoxins, and discovered that in very very trace amounts that they could function as gentle anesthetics, pain killers, and various other practical functions. Amaya's life is slowly masked behind her newfound obsession until the grief she had been stowing away so delicately surfaces.

Motivated by an impossible, and unobtainable desire to save her parents, Amaya trains herself in secret nightly until she is found by her uncle, sobbing in front of a practice dummy. Months of poor technique and years of unreleased grief are slowly overcome, as Gamanori begins to school Amaya in the arts as a means of easing the reality of her parent's death. Martial Arts offered the girl an escape from the sadness, but it blossomed into an avenue of hope.

The caravan had taught her the harsh reality of the wake of the war, but perhaps there was a chance that peace could be made in the same way that her studies had allowed her to make peace with her own emotions. Amaya pushed her studies further, beginning to learn the basics of exotic weaponry with her uncle before fully devoting herself to the bladed scarf, a knife lined garment that could sit upon one's shoulders completely concealed. Amaya had become someone different than before, a much stronger individual who pushed of her own free will to become more than she had been the previous day. She began the slow process of bleaching the color from her hair, and dying it blue, a constant reminder of the freedom she felt with her newfound determination.

It is with this mindset that she currently sets out into the world, calm and collected, yet hopeful.[/spoiler]
[spoiler=Role-Play Sample]The street was awash with the fragrance of winter's chill, and the gentle waxing of the shroud of cold that hinted gently at spring's imminent approach. Of course, none of these things mattered to Amaya, or rather, none of them mattered at the moment. There were times and places for such feelings, but the period she dedicated to practice was not one of them. With a practiced motion her hand slipped into the ring ornamenting the end of her scarf, the soft clinking of the segmented metal core whispering past her ears as the weapon slowly spiraled from her neck, pulled taught between her hands and her shoulder blades as she sank gently into the stance.

The line of daggers that seemed to drip from her wingspan spun like silver feathers against the dull wood of the practice hall, the swirl of motion deftly catching the practice dummy by the neck as another twist of her body sent her inanimate partner plummeting to the ground. With a soft twitch on impact her scarf released it's grip, returning to rest against her back once more, wings at the ready.

Her hair had been dyed yesterday, and the promise to herself that she would one day be as free as the sky still rang in her ears. She would fly, and she would fly with the wings she had made for herself.[/spoiler]


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