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Far away from the metallic skyscrapers vying to touch the azure above, Ichigo was born amidst peace and calm. Having been blessed with a solid family and clan upon arriving in this world, she had very little to complain from the get go; luxury was something they could not afford, but god forbid anything lesser than a feast should be atop the dining table. Her days were filled with farm work, though she had a bad habit of checking grandpa’s super secret stash of scrolls hidden away in a tiny underground room, near the oldest and decrepit barn.
They had detailed instructions on many things, all of them coming back to one main subject; Shinobi. Ichigo’s curiosity was not fed by the need or desire to become one, but perhaps to better understand the world outside of her small safe haven. Above all else, however, she sought answers for the small bumps on her forehead.
Her family were lonvingly sweet people. Beyond the lectures dealt like any parent and family needs to discipline their young, she never had anything to complain about them. Yet every time she asked about the funny bumpy things on her head, they fell silent. Uncomfortable. Subjects changed and curiosity hushed, the days carried on as she learned more about the craft of a soldier, of the Akimichi, in secret (more often than not, with the sneaky help of grandpa). Whereas most children needed guidance within their academy years, Ichigo evolved quickly on her own every day. Her hues consumed each parchment with unparalled voracity to find something, anything to explain her current predicament — unfortunately, she often forgot the theoretical side of things, learning instead by physical training.
Even after the content in grandpa’s secret stash had long expired, she had never reached a satisfying answer to the origin of her curse. Regardless, the constant training had become an important activity in her life. She continued honing her skills and learning the clan’s secret techniques, adamant in saying it was just to pass the time, which was abundant in the boring farm life.
Nearing her eighteenth birthday, however, the girl’s secret was revealed across her circle of friends. Oni, they said, running away as though she was a monster ready to gobble them up. Dumb oni, they mocked, as they stole the scrolls she held so dear. These pranks could only go for so long until Ichigo snapped, and in a fateful day two bullies were never the same; one had been punched so hard it almost looked like he had a third cheek, and the other walked at an impressive ten feet per hour, hands clutching the content between his legs. The use of shinobi arts against civilians caught the eyes of the military outpost, but she received a deal — join the ranks of shinobi in Amegakure, and they might just overlook that tiny incident.
A loud and excitable country bumpkin straight from Kusagakure. Drafted into shinobi service after using her clan techniques for totally legit reasons, Ichigo finds herself in a world that's not quite what she's used to considering the technology labyrinth known as Amegakure. She's a hyperactive girl that seems to never run out of fuel, and has a bottomless desire to improve and someday beat her grandfather in a fight. An absolute lover of meat, humor, hugs, jokes and puns of all kinds. Not very fond of fish, riddles (it's sorcery), being alone and tends to just lay low and die metaphorically when the dreaded humidity is at its peak.
Standing at an average height of five feet and five inches, Ichigo has a tomboyish attitude and doesn't seem to concern herself that much with feminine mannerisms or habits. Often dons a [light blue kimono] and a bodysuit underneath; ninja sandals and leg warmers that go up to just below her knees. She wears her snow-white hair in twintails, adorned with her clan's special weapon as accessories. They're also around her wrists, ankles and waist as accessories and a belt respectively.
「荒繰鷺伐刀」Akurobatto [Rookie]
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⮡⠀⠀⠀Acrobat
「はず球術」Hazukyuujutsu [Rookie]
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⮡⠀⠀⠀Bouncing Ball Techniques
「忍び術」Shinobujutsu [Rookie]
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⮡⠀⠀⠀Stealth Techniques
秋道苺
Akimichi Ichigo
秋 Autumn; 道 Road; 苺 Strawberry
Far away from the metallic skyscrapers vying to touch the azure above, Ichigo was born amidst peace and calm. Having been blessed with a solid family and clan upon arriving in this world, she had very little to complain from the get go; luxury was something they could not afford, but god forbid anything lesser than a feast should be atop the dining table. Her days were filled with farm work, though she had a bad habit of checking grandpa’s super secret stash of scrolls hidden away in a tiny underground room, near the oldest and decrepit barn.
They had detailed instructions on many things, all of them coming back to one main subject; Shinobi. Ichigo’s curiosity was not fed by the need or desire to become one, but perhaps to better understand the world outside of her small safe haven. Above all else, however, she sought answers for the small bumps on her forehead.
Her family were lonvingly sweet people. Beyond the lectures dealt like any parent and family needs to discipline their young, she never had anything to complain about them. Yet every time she asked about the funny bumpy things on her head, they fell silent. Uncomfortable. Subjects changed and curiosity hushed, the days carried on as she learned more about the craft of a soldier, of the Akimichi, in secret (more often than not, with the sneaky help of grandpa). Whereas most children needed guidance within their academy years, Ichigo evolved quickly on her own every day. Her hues consumed each parchment with unparalled voracity to find something, anything to explain her current predicament — unfortunately, she often forgot the theoretical side of things, learning instead by physical training.
Even after the content in grandpa’s secret stash had long expired, she had never reached a satisfying answer to the origin of her curse. Regardless, the constant training had become an important activity in her life. She continued honing her skills and learning the clan’s secret techniques, adamant in saying it was just to pass the time, which was abundant in the boring farm life.
Nearing her eighteenth birthday, however, the girl’s secret was revealed across her circle of friends. Oni, they said, running away as though she was a monster ready to gobble them up. Dumb oni, they mocked, as they stole the scrolls she held so dear. These pranks could only go for so long until Ichigo snapped, and in a fateful day two bullies were never the same; one had been punched so hard it almost looked like he had a third cheek, and the other walked at an impressive ten feet per hour, hands clutching the content between his legs. The use of shinobi arts against civilians caught the eyes of the military outpost, but she received a deal — join the ranks of shinobi in Amegakure, and they might just overlook that tiny incident.
About
A loud and excitable country bumpkin straight from Kusagakure. Drafted into shinobi service after using her clan techniques for totally legit reasons, Ichigo finds herself in a world that's not quite what she's used to considering the technology labyrinth known as Amegakure. She's a hyperactive girl that seems to never run out of fuel, and has a bottomless desire to improve and someday beat her grandfather in a fight. An absolute lover of meat, humor, hugs, jokes and puns of all kinds. Not very fond of fish, riddles (it's sorcery), being alone and tends to just lay low and die metaphorically when the dreaded humidity is at its peak.
Standing at an average height of five feet and five inches, Ichigo has a tomboyish attitude and doesn't seem to concern herself that much with feminine mannerisms or habits. Often dons a [light blue kimono] and a bodysuit underneath; ninja sandals and leg warmers that go up to just below her knees. She wears her snow-white hair in twintails, adorned with her clan's special weapon as accessories. They're also around her wrists, ankles and waist as accessories and a belt respectively.
honest; raised to be a sincere kid ever since forever ago, Ichigo just can’t bring herself to jump through hoops for the sake of scheming. It’s much more likely for her to do something productive rather than trying to cook up some half-assed lie.
vivacious; wherever she goes, Ichigo always brings a lively atmosphere along. Her bright smile, optimistic viewpoints and positive affirmation often makes her the center of small social gatherings, even when she's not very fond of the attention. Needless to say, she’s a complete social butterfly and will not think twice before striking up conversation with someone that catches her eyes. She’s especially fond of poking the quiet types.
big-hearted; even when she doesn’t have plentiful of resources to share, ichigo does not mind extending a hand to someone in need. She’s a good-natured girl that sincerely believes in the good within people and does not judge them for misdeeds, regrets, and grudges left in the past.
loud; One has to wonder just how in the hell someone like Ichigo has managed to become a kunoichi. She’s boisterous beyond belief and tends to raise her voice when her emotions reach their peak. Her general behavior clashes with most atmospheres that require silence, respect, or anything in between.
stoic; despite being a kind and generous individual, Ichigo rarely lets her emotions take a hold of her. she’s more than capable of taking the lemons thrown her way by life without faltering or complaining. when more sensitive and complicated matters are at stake, she tends to train, train, train some more and then do some training — until her three braincells forget it. Should her training not be enough, she’s not against asking a friend for help.
hyperactive; she has a real hard time doing some boring task for however long it is needed. Ichigo tries her best to busy herself with something, though she just can’t bring herself to continue doing it for too long.
no thoughts, head empty; to put it bluntly, Ichigo is not the sharpest kunai in the rain. thoughts or concerns rarely plague her mindscape and sometimes it feels like her mind’s in the moon rather than engaged in a conversation or activity. Ichigo is a little bothered by this, and whenever the worries and insecurities about her intellect arise, she tends to bury herself into books and scrolls — only to forget everything she’s learned shortly thereafter. the effort and desire to improve her smarts are there, but her braincells are not.
aimless; majority of her fellow shinobi are ambitious, and Ichigo often finds them unrelatable in that regard. Rather than having some major motivation to become a shinobi, the young Akimichi finds herself in the rough life of a ninja because of chance. After unintentionally becoming a kunoichi through pure random circumstances, she has yet to set her sights on any goals for her life. As long as she’s not bored, hungry, and get to train some, everything is fine for the most part.
glutton; true to the roots of her clan and the curse running in her veins, Ichigo is not a girl whose heartstrings are moved by flowers or romance; a juicy wagyu chop is way more likely to get the message across. it’s not far fetched to estimate that more than a whopping fifty percent of her tiny genin income is dedicated just for the fleshy goodness. But if the nutrients aren’t going to her braincells, then…
…It doesn’t take a genius to figure out where they go instead, right?
chatterbox; all it takes is establishing an affable foundation and nudging her in the right direction. Should those requirements be met, you’d be surprised just how much she can blather on.
protective/possessive; she rarely hesitates to help people, though she’s more than willing to go a step further and beyond for her friends and her village. in some rare cases, this trait often devolves into an overprotective mindset that WILL take note of a friend’s smile being shorter by 0.001cm and she will thoroughly convince herself that something is bothering them for sure.
⠀Proficiencies
「鬼一族」Oni Ichizoku [Dormant]
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⮡⠀⠀⠀Oni Heritage
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⮡⠀⠀⠀Oni Heritage
Cursed blood runs in her veins. Whether because of her clan's abuse of nature back in ages past or scorn brought about by endless gluttony, Ichigo carries the oni's mark. Two small bumps on her forehead and sharper than average canines have already been revealed, and it's only a matter of time before the next stage begins.
「秋道秘伝」Akimichi Hijutsu [Rookie]
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⮡⠀⠀⠀Calorie Control
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⮡⠀⠀⠀Calorie Control
Ichigo has practiced extensively to reach this proficiency level in the secret art of her clan, yet she still has so much to learn and work upon. A sea of inconsistencies that have yet to be hammered out by time and experience linger on her way and there's no beaten path ahead. She can partially grow limbs (one at a time) and the weapons they hold for brief periods and surprise attacks, but the size isn't anything to brag about and the chakra cost isn't friendly at all.
「荒繰鷺伐刀」Akurobatto [Rookie]
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⮡⠀⠀⠀Acrobat
Her taijutsu boils down to always be on the move. Heavily reminiscent of capoeira, majority of her attacks lean towards the usage of acrobatics and powerful kicks — though she's no stranger to throwing a punch if the need arises. That said, she still has a long way to go if she intends to master this fighting style, passed down to her by her beloved grandfather. Though she can perform most of the physically straining acrobatics just fine, an experienced onlooker can tell she still follows predictable patterns and sometimes her body's weight doesn't quite transfer to her kicks.
「はず球術」Hazukyuujutsu [Rookie]
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⮡⠀⠀⠀Bouncing Ball Techniques
Ichigo has a rather uncommon choice of weapon among shinobi — they are bouncy, ping pong-sized balls made by the Akimichi. She can pitch them at about the parameters as your average kunai throw, and getting hit by them feels like getting a light punch. Her bukijutsu is quite intertwined with her taijutsu: when fighting at melee range, she takes on a defensive approach waiting for the right chance to either pitch or kick one of the balls at the enemy — or even better, land an actual punch or kick, whatever works best. She carries a few of them strung together on her waist as a 'belt', and as accessories on her wrists, ankles and hair.
⮡⠀⠀⠀ Size Expansion — As a weapon made by the Akimichi, these balls can have their size and weight increased. At her current tier, Ichigo can increase their paramaters up to about the size of a space hopper ball, and about 1/4 of her weight as ball weight increment. The user has to weave a one-handed tiger seal (two-handed if both size and weight are changed) to change the properties of a bouncing ball. She can only change the size and weight of one ball at a time.
「忍び術」Shinobujutsu [Rookie]
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⮡⠀⠀⠀Stealth Techniques
A skill she acquired creeping up on small animals when hunting back home. Needless to say, it's the bare minimum to work with in the ninja world. It's not her preferred method of going about things, and it's unlikely she'll get any better than this considering future development.
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Ichigo Akimichi looks like Tsukumo Sana.
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Ichigo Akimichi looks like Tsukumo Sana.
