Enzeru Dovahkiin

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First Name: Enzeru
Last Name: Dovahkiin
Gender: Female
Height: 5'6
Weight: 120 pounds
Age: 22
Birthday: October 31

Village: Morigakure
Rank: Chunin
Elements: Fuuton, Katon, and Raiton
Specializations: Genjutsu, Ninjutsu, Taijustsu



Personality: Delicate and sweet in every way, Enzeru is not your typical chunnin. She smiles and laughs often, but speaks very little due to an extreme shyness. She doesn't like to be confronted or bothered when she is out and about; so if you were to shout her name in the street, she'd probably dart away like a frightened doe. However, towards friends she can be quite the different person, social and motherly almost. She is very protective over her friends, getting over her shyness quickly if one of them are hurt in anyway.
Likes: She loves chrysanthemums since they are such a beautiful flower in her eyes. She also enjoys her flower shop. The sense of peace that the flowers and plants bring is misunderstood by many, but she enjoys the company of quiet plants better than most of her own kind. The soft feel of a kimono on her skin rather than her uniform. She also has a strange respect for spiders. They make her shiver and shake in fear, but she respects them for their quiet job. She loves to just start singing out of nowhere. Everyone seems to become very quiet when she sings in her haunting voice. She especially enjoys working with children in the Academy. She wishes to give them the instruction, love, and care she never had in her young life. She wishes to never see a single one of them harmed.
Dislikes: She gets very nervous in crowded spaces due to a very lonesome childhood. She hates people who are bullies. She doesn't get why people like to be so horrid to each other at times. She also loathes mockingbirds since they eat her spiders. Lastly, she hates too much sunlight. Her pale skin is easily burned and she is not fond of being called tomato girl, and also the sunlight can dry up her pretty plants too easily.
Motivation: Her motivation is to live her life as full as possible, as in perhaps settling down from the hectic kinochi life, marrying and having a few children of her own. She also plans to protect those she cares about in the process;therefore, making her motivation a good one.
Fears: She fears losing her new friends and her new peaceful way of life to something or someone else. She tries not to think about it, but it always lingers in the back of her mind; the fact that her fragile new life could easily be shaken off its foundations.



Dovahkiin

Bloodline: Way of the Dov
Bloodline Ability: The Dovahkiin have the ability to focus chakra into their vocal cords and project jutsu into a vocalization. All members have ninjutsu primary or secondary and have the elements Fuuton, Katon, and Raiton. All stages of the Way of the Dov are passive.

Stage One: Every member of the Dovahkiin has the capability of using shouts and also can change any jutsu into shout form. Specifications will be made upon registering the techniques.

Stage Two: The user must be Special Jounin rank to obtain this stage. The dragon Th'um, or Voice, spreads throughout the user's body, causing it to become more like their dragonkind brethren. The user develops a dragon-like mutation in their body. (User may choose their mutation from the mutation list)

Stage Three: Dovahkiin of S rank can obtain this final stage. In this stage, the Dovahkiin is said to reach their maximum potential. The user's blood transforms into the blood of a dragon, and it begins pulsing through the body at an increased rate. The dragon's blood fills every muscle, and makes them expand. On the outside, it simply looks like the user's muscles increase greatly in size, and muscle tone is much more defined. This causes strength to increase by 60%. The user also further becomes more like a dragon by mutating one more time. (The user can choose another mutation from the Dovahkiin mutation list.)

Each stage stacks, and is permanent.
Location: Morigakure - Scattered
Clan History: The clan of the Dovakiin, or the Dragonborn, began long ago with a man named Kriger Dovahkiin. He had been raised by dragons, and taught their language. They taught him how to use chakra to transform jutsu into Shouts using his Voice, or Thu'um. They also blessed him with parts of their souls and gave him dragonlike features such as dragon skin, and dragonlike bones. They also taught him how to bless others with these gifts. He left the dragons when he was 70 years old, and created a clan named after his last name, Dovahkiin, which indeed translated to Dragonborn. His new clan prospered for many years after his death, and they lived in harmony with the dragons. However, after many years, the dragons betrayed them, and began wiping out he Dovahkiin with the belief that the ability to Shout should only be reserved for dragons and dragons only. The Dovahkiin were mostly destroyed until one man, the great grandson of Kriger, created a shout called Dragonrend. He used it to annihilate the dragons whom betrayed his people. Unfortunately, even by his efforts, he was slain by the few remaining dragons not yet murdered by the man driven by revenge. The few remaining dragons scattered across the land. Many centuries passed, and a man named Skar discovered books in a library written by the last Dragonborn. The books were labeled as fiction, but the two Dovahkiin knew they weren't; they knew that this was their actual ancestry. They revived the long forgotten clan, and established it again in the village of Hyougagakure. They sent out messages inviting any remaining Dovahkiin to join them in the village hidden in the forest that they have created by using their shouts to sing into the trees, growing them into a beautiful village and giving them magical properties.



History:
Early Years: Born to a prostitute and left at the doorstep in the middle of a winter night, young Enzeru was taken in quietly and quickly as the new child of an poor family in the large shantytowns of Arashigakure. Her turquoise hair made her the envy of many other children, and also the blunt of may jokes. From her very first years, she knew of the harsh life of the shantytown, to always bolt the door at night and to always watch for daggers at your back. However, at the age of six, her adoptive family took her up during the night and left her at an orphanage to live out the rest of her life. Unbeknownst to Enzeru, her adoptive family had enraged a local crime lord and had received news that the man would be sending men to wipe them out; they left with tears in their eyes as they abandoned her there, hoping for a better life for her and walking into their graves.

Enzeru had a harsh time adjusting to the life of the orphanage, watching as new friends came in and out, she herself always being looked over by the prospective parents. Slowly, she slipped away from reality, playing quietly with toys on the floor whilst parents watched from afar. Many of the people who worked at the orphanage thought her to be mute, and for a while she even believed it herself. When disturbed from playing by parents, she stared up at them with her large blue eyes, their color almost the same as her turquoise hair. It unnerved many of them, this silent staring and the intensity of her gaze; sometimes os much as to make them back away from her. She eventually consigned herself to a fate of forever being an orphan.

Academy Arc: Enzeru was ushered into an academy at the age of 11, the lady of the orphanage deeming that if the little girl could not find parents, she could at least make a life for herself. Enzeru didn't mind being sent to the academy, and enjoyed all of her classes, especially ones about chakra control and genjutsu. She became proficient in these two, far surpassing her fellow students in skill when it came to those subjects. However, in taijutsu, she was only very fast, but extremely weak. She trained constantly, but her body could not take the extreme blows some of the other students could dish out. So she focused on the little minute things, and delved into genjutsu and ninjutsu that could take advantage of those things.

She graduated at age 14, tied with another student for top of her class, bringing much pride to the small orphanage from which she came. After that day, the ladies of the orphanage got together and bought out a small apartment for their little kunochi. It was there that she truly began her life on her own, free of the prying eyes of parents and the ladies. She started a small business growing flowers and other various plants, specializing particularly in supplying flowers for young those who wished to send a subtle message with her flowers.

However, she did have to endeavor on missions at times, and on one of these many missions, at the age of 16, she and her partner realized they were in way over their heads. They were cornered by enemies, and both were battered badly. They fought back to back for a while, but eventually they were separated from each other. She watched from her own battle as her dear friend and partner was slain by another ninja, and for the first time in a long time, she spoke, screaming and knocking all her foes off their feet. They fought and soon beat the enemies away, but it was all for naught. By the time she reached the village with her partner on her back, he was dead in her arms. His peaceful face often haunts her dreams.

After his funeral, she began researching about her history, trying to find any record of where she might come from and what that mysterious effect she had on the enemies was. Eventually, after many months of research, she came up with a lead which lead her to an old folk tale. It was a story of the Dovahkiin and their voices, the way they used them to push back their foes or even kill them. Everything seemed to click right in place now. She knew she had to be one of the last Dovahkiin, but the bigger question was were their anymore of her kind?

Chunin Arc: When she turned twenty, she became a chunin, having proved her worth to her village over the years. She still searched constantly for the ancient Dovahkiin, looking for any lead she could find. Eventually, one came to her and she jumped at the chance to join those of her own kind. Without a second thought, she sold her flower shop, giving the earnings to the orphanage, and asked for a transfer to Morigakure.

It took a few days, but eventually, she was sent on her way to join up and serve Morigakure, even if her last village was sad to see her go. It would be hard to replace such a kind and considerate kunochi such as herself, and even harder to find one who matched her in genjutsu skill. However, Enzeru was determined, and nothing could sway her from her quest toward illumination.

When she reached the village, she was stunned by the sheer size and awesome power that radiated from Morigakure. She couldn't help but be impressed and feel so incredibly small. Eventually, after filing of paperwork and so and so forth, she settled down into her own home, one she sung from the trees herself. She was unable to understand how the trees grew into such elaborate buildings simply from a voice. She was proud of her own handywork, her home being an intricate, breezy place with flowers for walls; perhaps a reflection on her fragile soul. The flowers always come back and are always blossoming.

Slowly but surely in her few years that she has been here, she has been learning more and more about her history and her abilities. She has started another flower shop of her own, catering to the needs of the people and providing herself a sense of peace. As for her voice abilities, though she isn't up to anything complicated yet, she is still and will always be a formidable kunochi.


RP Sample:
The soft sound of pattering rain on the streets outside filled her ears as she slipped in between plants, her hands tenderly caressing their leaves like one might a lover. Covering her entire form was a silken kimono, soft pink in color and decorated lightly with a spraying of soft green leaves. The sleek robes slid over the length of her arms and legs, dragging the ground slightly around her ankles and covering her hands almost to the tips of her fingernails.

Her sandaled feet gently tapped across the floor, her silvery blue eyes scanning the entire room looking for just the right one. She had been given a task earlier that morning by an elderly gentleman looking to buy his wife the right gift for their anniversary. She had simply sent him off, telling him to return that afternoon after she had made a good choice. Her hands paused over a delicate rose bush, the petals a dusky burgundy. It was too straightforward and something she wouldn't want on her anniversary. So, she strayed away from that flower, moving on to the next.

Finally, her long fingers trailed across an orchid, feeling up the strong stalk all the way to the thick delicate petals of white silk. She smiled and leaned forward, her turquoise hair falling around her shoulders as she picked up the potted plant and carried it back to the front. Her knee-length hair flowed softly behind her as she entered the street facing view of the shop, setting her pot down on the counter in front. She then retrieved several soft blue and green ribbons from underneath the front desk, slowly and carefully decorating the pot in an intricate splendor.

When she finished, she smiled and looked out into the street to watch a umbrella sharing couple walk by, happily conversing and exchanging sweet nothings. She looked down at her orchid and sadly wondered if she would ever be like the elderly couple, or perhaps the young couple in the rainy streets. Would she ever have someone of her own to share life's loveliest moments with. With a sigh, she added a few finishing touches, such as instructions and such, and then went to sweeping the shop and waiting on her elderly customer to return.