Yuki Hyuuga

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Character Name: Yuki Hyuuga
Titles/Other Names: Master of the Angelic Fist
Age: 17
Species: Human
Gender: Female

Appearance:

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Yuki was beyond your average shinobi in terms of appearance, due to the combination of lineages that had resulted in her birth. Not only was she born with pure blonde hair, a trait that was rare to shinobi in general and even more so to the Hyuuga clan, but she was also born with the pure white pupil-less eyes of the Hyuuga clan. With that said, there were few, if any, shinobi with the exact hair and eye combination as her due to her lineage and clan. Having a rare appearance was not all good and swell, however, as she was often rejected by other members of the Hyuuga clan whom were too prideful to accept her for who she was. It was not as if she allowed such a thing to phase her, however. Her eyes, being so deep white, were easy to get lost in. After all, it was almost as if one were looking into the sun itself on a bright summer's day when one looked into her eyes directly. It was easy to hone in so much on the whiteness of her eyes that one neglected to pay attention to the surrounding features of her face, leading to them seeing nothing but white for that brief moment that they are lost in her gaze. Her face was cutely shaped and relatively small as far as her forehead, nose, and chin were concerned. Her lips were full yet not too large, with a pinkish hue to them. She often kept them pursed together when deep in thought and would pull out a gentle smile when looking to comfort her allies. Today, she simply kept them pursed together for the most part, having no need to really smile at the moment.

Her hair, being blonde, was pure and clean in many ways. Her bangs extended down to just below her eyebrows, waving to the side so that they did not obstruct her vision. While she also had a bit of hair on either side of her head that extended down to the bottom of her neck. In the back, her hair flowed all the way down to around her waist-area. She often kept it loose and waving in the wind but today was different. Instead, she had decided to tie it up into two pony tails that each extended down evenly to her waist. She often tied them with blue ribbons when she did this but today had chosen to use pink ribbons. She had tied the pony tails so neatly and perfectly, making them look nice and neat. She was actually quite proud of herself as she was not often very good with things such as hair. The fact that she was able to do her ponytails so well was a testament to how good she was at things which she did not even do often. It was not necessarily a magnificent feat and thus served to prove very little. However, the fact alone that she was able to do it meant a lot to she herself. There was nothing else that instilled more pride in her than doing something she despised and actually being good at it. More shinobi should perhaps be like her in that regard. Trying things that they ordinarily would not like and seeing just how good they can become at it. It is an excellent way to train and hone one's abilities.

Although she was not the type to be considered too 'girly', she actually cared a lot about her appearance and wished to give off a good impression to those she interacted with, especially in the training grounds as she wished to attract attention to her so she could meet a nice training partner who could help her grow better and stronger. She felt that if her appearance gave off the impression of a slacker, she would not get very far in life. She was, after all, the type of person who believed how one carried themself was vital to how far they made it in life. One could easily look at a person and draw first impressions based on their appearance and how they dressed themselves. This was a sad truth in the world and one that she did not particularly approve of. However, she had little issues with it as she had a large wardrobe of nice clothing as well as outfits that would put most other shinobi to shame. She was not afraid to pick out even the most ostentatious outfits to wear when leaving her home, even if it meant receiving belittling glares from her fellow clans members. How could she help the fact that she enjoyed giving off a positive vibe? How could she help that she wanted to give off positive impressions to all those that gazed upon her? She could not help it, not in the slightest. It was simply the way she was raised. Her parents instilled a specific set of values in her when they raised her and she would not allow those values to go to waste. Instead, she would utilize those values to instill respect in those around her.

Her eyes were full and white, as previously mentioned, with no noticeable pupils. Instead, she simply had pure white irises without any sign of a dot or circular black formation in her eyes. When her byakugan was activated, as it presently was, veins extended from either temple on her head, showing that the blood flow in her head had increased dramatically, and the strenuous activity of her eyes was taking its proper toll. Her eyes were somewhat large compared to most but not too large. After all, they gave off a 'cute' appearance that many would fall in love with. They sat at the top of her face perfectly, though not necessarily perfectly symmetrical as no one's eyes are perfectly symmetrical. However, it would be quite a tedious task for one to find flaws in her beauty. That's not to say that her beauty was flawless, on the contrary, her appearance was slightly flawed but that was what was cute about her. Each component of her face worked together to produce an image that would be quite difficult for one to say no to. Over-all, she appeared to be gorgeous but if one were to focus on each part of her face individually they may have realized the flaws in her looks.

She often wore a clean, pure-white button-up shirt that she would change without thought should it get dirty. She wore such a shirt on this day, as she did not feel like changing up that detail of her appearance even if she had decided to switch things up with her. After all, it was not necessarily her nicest shirt but it was not a bad shirt either. It was perfect training attire as far as her wardrobe went. She wanted to look nice while not risking ruining her better clothing, after all. She wore the shirt quite well, feeling it fit snugly to her skin while also not being so tight as to restrict her. It was perfectly fit to her body and thus good for training. Much better than her tighter or looser clothing which would have hindered her in some shape or form. She could not have hindrances when training. She had to be of best model and form if she was to train properly and efficiently. She wore it completely buttoned up except for the topmost button which she had left, as she typically did, unbuttoned to give her some breathing room, especially considering she would be doing intensive training today. She could not have her shirt choking her or restricting her, after all. She would be breathing heavily throughout the training session and to have the top button buttoned up would have forced it to cling to her neck. Something she was not particularly fond of.

The collar of this shirt extended half-way up her neck and was folded neatly outward and buttoned up at the innermost portion. It was certainly professional in appearance, clearly designed for those who had the money to afford it. The material was nothing to scoff at and neither was the design. Though it appeared plain, the over all appearance of the shirt was something one did not find often in the shinobi world. Her breasts protruded subtly from the upper-portion of the shirt, being relatively large in size but not too large. They were well-rounded and she wore a light-duty bra that did its jobs while not restricting her too much movement-wise. It wrapped around underneath her arms but had no actual straps. However, the way it was designed prevented it from sliding down or coming off too easily. It was almost like a miniature tube-top that she wore underneath her clothing.

On the outside of this white, buttoned up shirt was her brown over-coat which extended halfway down her upper body, but not all the way to her waist. This was so that it did not inhibit her movement. After all, the shorter a jacket was the less it would impede a kunoichi's movement. It was, in fact, so short that it did not even reach her belly button. Though this was simply off by a few inches, it was still helpful to her agility and swiftness. It was not as if she would wear it training but still. It had been somewhat cold on the way to the training grounds and it helped her stay warm, regardless of how short it was. Even though the forested areas of the Fire Country, particularly in the northern area, was normally extremely hot, she was always one to get cold quite easily. It could have been one hundred degrees out and she would still feel a little breezy and cold. The coat had long sleeves with furrowed cuffs at the end of each arm.

Yuki brandished her head-band on her right shoulder, tied prominently around her arm on the outside of jacket. It bore the symbol of the noble Hyuuga Clan, as most headbands of the clan did, and was made from a meager silver material that shone brilliantly but was not all too durable. The material it was embedded in was a brown cloth-like material that wrapped around her arm, a bit darker tinted than her coat. On the front of her coat, on the left side, was the Hyuuga clan's clan emblem which was embedded and laced in a flimsy silver-type material, making it durable, professional looking, and prominent. Underneath her jacket were two straps that extended around either one of her shoulders, in place in order to hold her entire appearance together when undergoing transformations. After all, her clothing was over-all designed to expand and change in size when she transformed into something awkwardly shaped or larger than her initial size. With that said, the straps did the same and also acted to hold her lower garments to her upper garments while transforming, i.e. her pants to her shirt.

Above her coat she often wore a small, short green cloak-like garment that buttoned up to the right of her neck. It was a sign of her lineage, as it was often what members of her lineage wore to designate who was of pure blood and who was not. Those with green capes were often those who were of the purest blood while those with blue capes had a grandparent or two who were not of the pure blooded lineage that Yuki was, while those with a red cape had a parent who was not of the proper lineage. With that said, Yuki's was pure green due to her purity and bloodline. Both of her parents as well as all of her grandparents were pure-blooded Hyuuga clan members meaning that she was considered of the utmost purity with regards to her clan blood. It was no wonder that she possessed the clan's kekkei genkai. However, due to her specific lineage she was far from appearing like your typical Hyuuga clan member. Even more so, most of the clan did not abide by such traditions that this specific lineage did.

Around her waist she brandished a brown belt with several pouches which held her basic ninja weaponry, even though she was currently not in possession of any weaponry to list. Although she did not possess any weaponry, she had in fact loaded the pouches with small polished pebbles that were actually quite durable and sharp at the ends with jagged parts jutting out. She used them as moderate weapons of sorts due to the fact that she still had to stop by the ninja shop and acquire some new weaponry. She wondered what the prices were looking like around this time of year. After all, the prices were constantly fluctuating with the economy. Regardless, the pebbles would do just fine so long as she threw them at a decent speed. Her father had always taught her to make use of her surroundings and objects around her if she was lacking anything necessary. This was her form of compensating for her lack of weapons. It was not as though she really needed weapons at the moment but one never knew when they would enter combat or need them in a spar, after all. On the front of the belt was a simple silver belt-buckle as well as several holes in place for her to clip the belt or adjust it.

The belt was of moderate thickness and height, but was not too large or bulky. It was quite sturdy and durable while being somewhat difficult to remove if one did not do so on a daily basis. She could easily unclip and remove the belt with relative ease due to the fact that she clipped it on and off every day and had done so for several years now. It was not as if she was new to the whole 'belt' concept but this belt in particular was a handful for anyone not used to it. Anyone who would wish to remove it without her knowing would find such a job quite tedious and time-consuming. This was to prevent anyone from stealing her weaponry or leaving her without her pouches. The belt buckle had two clips on it which slid into the holes found on her actual belt, making it firm and steadfast. The belt also had several clips on it so that she could easily and readily add pouches or bags to it for later use.

Right below her belt she wore a green skirt like garment that was similar in color and hue to her cloak. It was extremely short as it was not intended to be worn alone. Instead, it was simply there to cover her rear and front due to the fact that she was quite modest and innocent in many ways. It was a bit shorter in the front than in the back due to the fact that the front was where it overlapped and clipped at the belt at the top of either one of her thighs. It was not necessarily fundamental clan attire, as not many clan members wore it, but it still bore the same color as her cloak due to her pure clan lineage. Her butt was pert and well-rounded, extending out almost as much as her breasts did. This was one of the main reasons she wore this skirt as her tights did little, if anything, to properly hide it. She did not like for anyone to look at her butt and would even get quite embarrassed when someone acknowledged it in any way, often reacting somewhat harshly towards them in response.

Underneath the skirt was a pair of tights that extended all the way from her waist down to her ankles. They were a whitish grey color and were somewhat thin when it came down to the material. It was stretchy and clung to the skin. Among the tights were several straps which helds a kunai holster or two, each holster holding several kunai and other weaponry that it could fit inside, though they were presently empty due to her lack of weapons to fill them. The straps each had single-clip buckles that were similar in appearance to the belt that she wore around her waist. They criss-crossed around each of her thighs, perfectly symmetrical in appearance. Her tights, due to how tight they were, were over-lapped by the aforementioned skirt and knee-high boots. Her knee-high boots covered up to just below her knees and opened up a bit more toward the top more so than lower down. The boots were brown in color and were of similar hue to her coat.

These boots had a slightly elevated heel which she had mastered running on and were a bit pointed toward the front. They had few, if any, designs on them other than a few swirled light brown designs here and there. The boots fit snugly against her feet and allowed for optimal running speed and performance. They were light-weight, despite their size, and hindered her very little compared to most boots. Her feet were relatively small, though the boots made them look slightly bigger than they actually were, though this is hardly an issue seeing as her feet were rather small to begin with. Her feet actually looked of ordinary size even for a girl in the boots that she wore.
Personality: Growing up, Yuki experienced many atrocities and hardships which most shinobi either had to face or did not. It was perplexing to her how the shinobi world could be so cruel and dark. Rather than allow it all to get to her and interfere with her mind, she broke free from the constraints of anger and depression and came out a girl who was happy and content with life, regardless of how bad things could get. She was not the type to let things hurt her, far from it, she accepted everything and sugar-coated the bad, while accepting the good open-armed. Although this was difficult on anyone to do, she did it so flawlessly that most consider her the 'optimist' of the noble Hyuuga Clan. Indeed, her optimism was something characteristic of her.

She is the happy-go-lucky type of person who is always ambitious and excited for new things and experiences. She is always willing to train regardless of how difficult or tedious it may. Furthermore, she is more than willing to go on missions and do small jobs with little pay. After all, someone has to do it. Why not her? She undertakes low-rank missions and jobs without a second thought to it, realizing that she may not be suited for the more bloody and difficult missions, given the fact that she is unable to kill most people and the aspect of such a thing scares her. She instead undertakes E to D rank missions more than any other, sometimes C rank missions, in order to pay for her apartment and living arrangements. That's not to say that she is completely incapable of killing, though you could draw such a conclusion by looking at her past, moreover she does not wish to take a life if it can be helped.

She often keeps a little purse with her that is modeled after squirrel, with a little furry tail and all. She often keeps most, if not all, of her money in said wallet and carries it with her everywhere she goes in one of her front pouches. She is constantly weary of thieves and thus keeps all her most important valuables in her front pouches so that she will notice if someone tries to steal from her or pick-pocket her. With that said, she believes the only truly safe place for her valuables is on her person. At the very least, she can defend such things with her life if need be. Otherwise, she would have no such opportunity should she choose to keep her valuables elsewhere. In her home? No way! Someone could easily just walk in and take what they please when she isn't around. She was not so gullible as to trust her valuables in her home.

Yuki is extremely loyal to the clan known as the Hyuuga clan. Her loyalty extends to the boundaries of her morality. She is willing to do just about anything for the clan if it logically makes sense to her. For example, if her values come into question she will go with her values over her loyalty. She will not kill needlessly for her clan or do anything else 'dark' or 'sinster' for it. She abstains from such actions or from being put in situations where she must take such actions. After all, she puts her moral values well above her loyalty. However, should her clan be at risk she is more than willing to set aside her values. It is only when the breaking of her values is needless that it becomes a problem for the young kunoichi.

Yuki Hiyu is a master of nintaijutsu, constantly training and honing her abilities for hand-to-hand or melee combat. She is far from a novice in this area and is more than willing to train. After all, she spends the majority of her time training, especially when she is not on missions. She will often train alone but will also do so with a buddy or even a complete stranger. She lives by the saying, "everything is more fun with more people" which might be an odd saying but it is certainly one that proves true when she is with her friends. Yuki is always smiling and appears to always be happy, even when she isn't. She feels that if she is always happy, others may draw upon that happiness and be happy as well. She truly believes that all the world needs to be a better place is at least one person to smile through hardships and show everyone that things aren't so bad.

As a genin, Yuki has always been the sort of unenthusiastic kid who liked to watch clouds. She preferred not to get involved in "troublesome" activities, pretending to be busy to avoid responsibility. She also does not like fighting, deeming it, as she does to most things, "bothersome". She is fully aware of this side of her personality. She even named herself "the number one at running away" or "the number one coward". In fact, her most commonly used phrase is "how bothersome" or "what a drag" when it comes down to fulfilling duties or doing her job. She can be quite lazy at times, which is a sad she tries to hide in front of others but particularly comes out when she is alone or facing something truly bothersome.

However, when duty calls, Yuki has a strong moral compass and sense of commitment towards her comrades. Even though, by her own testimony, she lacks bravery, she will sacrifice herself and face almost certain death, for the sake of her friends and/or clan members without a second thought. Because of her raw leadership skill, she was one of the first academy students in her level to become a Genin. The weight of the decisions she must make as a genin and, thus, a part of the clan's inner-working parts have caused Yuki to mature rapidly. This was most evident following the death of her sensei, Amatachi. She vowed to protect and later mentor Amatachi's child, so that the child could grow up to be just like Amatachi.

Yuki's sense of duty and commitment to the future of her clan is also reflected in her willingness to take a life if it interferes with the safety of her clan, even in the face of potentially obstructing her values or facing death herself. Yuki has also developed an immense sense of pride as she believes that only someone of high intellect can become Raikage, such as herself. As such, she refuses to die no matter what happens before she becomes Raikage as she feels that once she achieves such a status in her clan, she will be able to then and only then change the shinobi world for the better. She has also resolved to be a 'mentor' of sorts to the younger clan members in the Hyuuga clan, often helping them train or giving them advice on how to become Genin as well.

Yuki enjoys playing thinking games which ordinarily only elder shinobi enjoy playing. These games include things such as chess or checkers and she is actually quite good at them, as her intellect is much higher than one would imagine. She simply choose to reserve it and act a bit foolish as that is merely her personality. Yuki's most distinctive character trait is that she considers most men bossy and "bothersome", particularly her sensei, whom she came later on to respect greatly. She usually defines them as aggressive, demanding, and sometimes even scary. Given her late father's tyrannical personality, this isn't too surprising. However, her mother shares the exact same attitude, even though she married Tatsuma, Yuki's father, in the first place.

When Yuki questioned her mother about why she would marry such a domineering man, her mother responded that even the toughest man will show his gentle side to the woman he loves. Nevertheless, Yuki is generally courteous to women, doing them favors and avoiding fights with them. She feels that women, like her, should be the ones protecting them and not the other way around. Despite the latter point, she almost exclusively fights men seeing as how the majority of the shinobi world are male. With that said, she is a bit hesitant to fight men for multiple reasons. Mainly because she feels that they are too 'primitive' in a cute way. She finds them both cute and sometimes brutish, often noting both when encountering a new male.

She has expressed a notably mature and modest interest in marriage and raising a family. She hopes to "marry a regular guy who isn't too ugly and not too pretty. Have two children, first a girl, then a boy. Retire after her daughter is married and her son becomes a successful ninja, and spend the rest of her life playing checkers or chess. Then die of old age after her husband."

Yuki is a very kind, polite, and caring person. These characteristics were said to be her greatest strength by both her father Tatsuma and her former teacher, while her greatest weakness has always been her lack of confidence at times. Although she lacks confidence when fighting for her own sake, she will bolster quite a confident attitude when fighting for the sake of another. After all, she believes whole-heartedly that fighting for the sake of another makes one much stronger than fighting for oneself. This belief has proven true for her throughout her past, though things may change. She is always looking to protect and assist those around her and will never leave someone to do something hard all by themselves. This is just not her nature. She is always ready to assist and provide support to her comrades in particular.

She is easily motivated by the prospect of food, and becomes highly agitated when somebody calls her "fat", especially considering she is rather far from fat. However, she does not hide her love for food and her near constant hunger is also an annoyance to her fellow clan shinobi and comrades, as eating often comes before other necessities such as stealth and teamwork. Food can also make her over-react about silly things, such as who gets the last chip, or when she is not allowed to eat something crunchy and loud even in a mission situation that requires the utmost stealth. Yuki also tends to eat a lot when she's angry, indulging herself greatly. She also eats when she is upset, often eating great amounts of food while sobbing in tears. This is ordinary for her and she often gets over things quickly after she has eaten a good bit of food. Her high metabolism truly works in her favor, allowing her to eat extensive amounts without gaining too much weight.

Yuki has a long-standing friendship with multiple ninja throughout the clan, choosing to form bonds with many of the shinobi throughout the Hyuuga clan. She typically only befriends those who see past her quirky nature and oddities and understand her true nature and capabilities. Because of this, Yuki has unwavering faith and loyalty to her comrades and, if necessary, would give her life for them, without much of a second thought, if any. She is definitely the friendly type and will do her best to not anger her comrades, simply blushing and apologizing when someone gets angry with her. She is not the type to argue or lash out at others, instead keeping to herself when she becomes enraged or depressed. She doesn't let her emotions, especially negative ones, affect those around her and will often seclude herself to avoid such things.

As stated by her father and teacher, Yuki greatly lacks confidence in herself and her abilities which often times hinders her actions or even progression in some aspects. However, she easily overcomes such tendencies when the situation calls for it, especially if she has to protect or defend her comrades. With that said, she doesn't ever let her lack of confidence hold her back but instead keeps it in place as a humbling factor.
Background/History: A resounding cry broke out throughout the room as a medical shinobi operated on the mother of the yet to be named unborn daughter of Tatsuma and Kyoko. The cry itself was from the mother of the unborn baby, Kyoko, whom truly felt the pains of childbirth in that moment. The medical shinobi found it necessary to provide her with painkillers, though weak ones, to numb the pain without interfering with the birthing process. "Push!" the medical shinobi told the mother, urging her through the process while periodically checking her vitals. Finally with one final strenuous push, Kyoko gave birth to her newborn baby. With a smile of pride, she took the baby in her arms, the baby wrapped in a blanket. The medical shinobi smiled earnestly and, after checking her vitals once more, proceeded to inspect the baby for any potential defects or problems. Once he had decided that there was nothing to be concerned with he began to pack up his equipment and nodded to them. "Let me know when you've decided what to name her." he said with a genuine smile.

"Oh, I think... I think I know what to name her." she said with a smile, noticing the baby's unusually pale skin. "We'll name her Yuki." she said, smiling at Tatsuma who smiled in turn. "That's a perfect name." he said in return to the name for his new daughter. The medical shinobi nodded and closed his eyes. "Congratulations, Tatsuma and Kyoko." he said before proceeding to leave the room, being sure to close the door behind him. Left alone with their newborn child, they kissed and held the baby, whom remained silent throughout the process, simply shifting around every once in a while. She was quite quiet for a baby, especially considering she had just been born. It seemed a bit abnormal though the medical shinobi had verified that she was completely in the clear health-wise. There should be no cause for alarm, but a mother always worried. Kyoko simply tried to console herself in the fact that she had such a healthy baby, regardless of how quiet she may be.

Even at one year old, she was still extremely quiet and silent throughout her days, spending most of her time sleeping every chance she had to do so. Even though a full year had passed, not much had changed in her other than the fact that she slightly larger and growing more and more. She was now a slightly chubby baby and seemed as though she could not get any larger in terms of her general size. However, this would only stay like this for so long. Yuki would always play around with her rattle and toys that her parents provided her with, swinging them around and sometimes using them as weapons. That is, when she was actually awake. As previously stated, the young Yuki Hyuuga hardly spent much time at all actually awake. It was only when she had completely restored her energy through sleeping that she actually got up and played. She got along well with the other babies and would often befriend anyone who was willing to get close to her. At least, that was the way it seemed as she still too young to talk, especially fluently.

"Awwwe! I'm so proud of you, Yuki!" Kyoko congratulated her daughter as she watched the two year old Yuki waddle across the room at a brisk pace, monitoring the young baby's stance and stature as to be there for her if she should fall or stumble. "Come, Tatsuma! Look!" Kyoko shouted from across the home to her husband whom rushed to the room, a grin spreading across his usually serious face as he caught a glimpse of his two year old daughter waddling right before she fell onto her hands and knees. "That's incredible! It's so natural to her!" he said, obviously surprised that she was able to simply walk so abruptly and yet do it so well. They rejoiced as they admired their daughter's newly found ability. Though it was such a simple thing to walk, they, as parents, were more than proud of their daughter and celebrated that night. Yuki was more than happy to participate in the celebration as it meant she could drink juice and have fun with her parents. She was quite intelligent for a two year old, after all. Already learning that familial relationships were vital to one's upbringing.

This was not the only accomplishment that came almost naturally to Yuki at the age of two, however, as a few months later she uttered her first words. These words were so simple yet an astounding display of her intelligence as a baby. "Bring... mama..." she would utter to her father as she was crying and her father, Tatsuma, had no idea what to do with her. It was not until she uttered those two words that he became aware that she wanted her mother, Kyoko. So he went and got here, at which point Yuki would squeel "Mama!" repeatedly until she was lifted up into the air, cradled in her mother's arms. She would continue to squeal the word she had just recently learned to her mother, unknowing of how happy hearing the word made her mother. Although she had just learned to speak, she was already tossing the word around the more she grew, knowing exactly what mama meant and using it accordingly.

At the age of three she was learning more and more how to speak, now having learned how to say papa and other mundane words in order to illustrate to her parents more efficiently what she needed and wanted and when. It made life on her parents much easier now that, rather than crying, she would simply tell them what she needed or wanted. It was a simple system and one that usually came later in a shinobi's years. It was extraordinary that her ability to communicate was advancing so rapidly and quickly that she was able to hold small conversations with her parents and others. At this point in time, most of her 'playmates' were unable to speak all too well or even know what they were really saying, even if they could speak, so she found herself a little lonely at this point in time as her intelligence had proceeded her playmates'. She was no longer on equal footing with them and it was a lonely life to be so far above those around you.

At the age of five, her training in the art of the Angelic Fist began. It was a specialized form of the Gentle Fist techniques that involved the usage of one's fists as opposed to their palms or fingers. Although her byakugan had yet to manifest, it did not stop her father, Tatsuma, from teaching her the proper forms and stances one must take in combat to more efficiently utilize the style. Furthermore, she was taught many things revolving around hand-to-hand combat that would assist her in fighting. Such things involved her stance as well as how much force to apply to one's punches, kicks, and other maneuvers. Her father had hoped to instill her all the necessary training she would need for when she finally attained her byakugan. Once she had obtained the kekkei genkai of her clan, she would have already mastered all she needed to in order to utilize her kekkei genkai to the fullest.

It was not until she turned eight that things began to take a drastic decline in her life. "Where's the money, Tatsu." the man pushed Tatsuma against the wall, pulling a knife from his pocket. The knife gleamed and shone as he put it to his neck, squinting his eyes. "I don't have your money, Gameru! Just give me more time!" Tatsuma pleaded, as Gameru simply shook his head and dropped the father of Yuki, turning his head to spot young Yuki standing in the doorway of her bedroom, watching the events transpire. "I guess you'll need some... motivation..." he muttered as he walked over towards Yuki, stopping six feet in front of her. The young kunoichi trembled as she looked up to the face of the tall, rather large and round man who stood before her. "You leave her out of this!" Tatsuma shouted, gritting his teeth as the rotund man glanced at Tatsu off-handedly. "Oh, you care for this little shit? Must be your daughter, eh?" he chuckled smugly before pulling his knife back. "I guess I'll have to take her eyes as payment." he muttered, before slinging the knife forward, sending it flying at Yuki.

Yuki's father disappeared in a flash of speed and movement, appearing before the knife as it struck him dead in the center of his chest, forcing him to collapse, coughing up blood. "Daddy!" she shouted as she approached her father, holding him as she looked angrily to the rotund man known as Gameru. "I'll kill you." she muttered, her eyes flashing as they suddenly brandished the trademark kekkei genkai of the Hyuuga clan. "Oh ho ho. Seems like we've got some feisty ones here. I guess I'll have to take both of your eyes." he laughed, watching as Yuki stood up, her eyes squinted. "You die here." she whispered as the man charged at her, another knife readily in his hand. His hand shot forward with the knife in his grip, his fist clenched around the handle, the tip of the blade aimed at the young kunoichi's forehead. She swiftly stepped to the side, chopping the man in his arm to knock his trajectory off before performing a few more maneuvers until she was as close to the man as she could get. With a flash of movement she struck the man's pressure points with two fingers at a phenomenal speed, striking him over and over again until he was paralyzed on the ground, quivering and shaking in fear. He looked up at her in fear, pleading for her to show mercy before she shook her head. "Filth like you deserve no mercy." she muttered before striking her palm against his forehead, discharging a large wave of chakra through his brain.

By the time Yuki had reached nine years of age, her mother, Kyoko, was stricken with grief and grew more and more ill as time drew on. Although medical shinobi could not diagnose the exact cause of the illness, they estimated that she only had a mere three months to live. Yuki, stricken with grief, spent those three months almost non-stop with her mother, unsure of how she would survive without her. However, she knew that she had to try somehow, for her mother's sake. After all, if she could not even make it on her own, how could her mother leave the world peacefully with sound mind? Yuki consoled her mother constantly and tried to make her last three months as happy as she could. It was a burden that most children were unable to bear but Yuki knew that there was a reason for everything. That somewhere in the vast universe, there existed a god that had deemed her mother's time had come. She could not dispute that god, whomever it may be. She could only accept things as they were and make the best of them. After all, if she could not even make the last moments of her mother's life happy and joyous, who was she to call herself a daughter. "Mommy, will you tell me a story?" Yuki asked her mother, cradling a rather thick book in her arms. Kyoko smiled genuinely, patting her daughter gently on the head. "Dear... Go get mommy a glass of water and she'll tell you that story." she whispered, to which Yuki nodded and ran off to the kitchen to make a glass of water. She turned on the faucet, filling a cup to the brim with ice and water before returning to her mother.

The shattering of glass sounded throughout the home as Yuki dropped it on the ground, her eyes wide with grief and her body frozen in place. "Wh-why..." she whispered, dropping to her knees, screaming as tears poured down her cheeks, her chest heaving as she sobbed harder and harder. How could she live without her mother? She had put up a tough front with her mother because she did not want her mother to think she could not do it, but looking back, perhaps her mother could have helped her more if she had known how helpless Yuki would be. Yuki gasped and cried more and more as she heard a knock on the front door, a neighbor who had heard the ruckus, but Yuki ignored it. Finally the neighbor barged in, rushing to the scene at which point he covered Yuki's eyes and carried her outside, telling her it would all be okay. Yuki reached her hand out from over the male Hyuuga's shoulder towards her mother, as if trying to grasp her hand one last time. She wanted to feel the warmth of her mother's gentle touch just one last time... But her chance was lost.

Yuki was now ten years of age and lived on the streets, roaming from place to place in search of something more meaningful in life. She found nothing. Soon she encountered two men beating up a helpless man, reaching down and raiding his pockets for anything worth stealing. Yuki approached them, her eyes glazed over as she examined them both. "What're ya lookin' at, bitch?" one of them spat at her. Yuki did not respond, but silently activated her byakugan. Veins emerged from either side of her temples as the strenuous activation of her byakugan became apparent, her irises honing in on the men. "Woah, woah, woah, we didn't mean it! Honest! Chill, chill!" the other man tried to calm her down, at which she obeyed, deactivating her byakugan and holding out her hand. "Half." she muttered, gesturing towards the ryo in the man's hand. The man looked down at the ryo he held in his hand then back at Yuki. "Half? You must be out of ya fuckin' mind, kid." she reactivated her byakugan in an instant before muttering once more. "Half." The man obliged her, watching as she deactivated her byakugan and stuffed the ryo in her front left pocket. "Ey kid, I don't reckon you'd be interested in joining our crew? You're young but we could teach ya a few things." he told her, smirking. "I mean, me and Kaito couldn't. But master Amatachi could definitely teach you a lot about the streets." he told her, grinning from ear to ear.

Yuki smiled for the first time in a long time, realizing that she may have found a place to belong. Finally, she felt as if she might have a future somewhere. Even if it was on the streets as a petty criminal, it was something. She followed the men back to their hideout in a dark alley way, proceeding into it unwavering and without fear. The men suddenly bowed down before an older man with white hair and a long white beard. He was somewhat slim and his body was cloaked in a long robe that reached all the way to the ground. He raised his hand, gesturing for them to rise. "This young lady did not bow. Why should you, in her presence?" he whispered before pointing towards Yuki. "What business have you here?" he whispered in a monotone voice, his words gentle and calming. "I..." she started but the man to her right interrupted her, stating in her stead. "She's here to be trained, master Amatachi. She wants to join us." he told his master, who nodded, smiling at Yuki. "You're welcome to join us, young one. However, I must warn you that our initiation is rough and excruciatingly tedious. You'll be an official member once you can last five minutes in a spar with myself. Then and only then may you go out on the streets." he told her, his words firm yet warm and gentle. Yuki nodded. "I understand." she said rather bluntly, in an equally monotonous tone as the elderly man spoke in.

Yuki was now thirteen years of age, her body was beginning to fill out and her skill was improving drastically. "Don't leave yourself open, child!" Amatachi shouted as he struck at her with Gentle Fist Style Body One Blow, which she dodged skillfully and reciprocated with the exact same technique. The elderly man known as Amatachi was certainly more agile than he appeared as he ducked backwards, grabbing Yuki by her wrist and throwing her across the room against the wall. Yuki coughed as she landed on the ground, slowly rising to her feet. Amatachi did not let up, however, rushing at her quickly without regard for her safety. He struck her repeatedly in the face with his closed fist, dodging any meager attempt she made to fight back. "You... still... have... a lot... to learn... child..." he muttered between punches, beating her mercilessly. She spit up blood as she lay sprawled on the ground, her master walking away from limp body. "Clean yourself up and return to me when you've gotten at least a little stronger, young one." he told her, his words once more gentle, unlike they had been earlier. He had two sides to him. And Yuki was one of the few who got to see them both so back-to-back. Yuki staggered to her feet as she limped to her room to clean herself up and practice for next time. She had to defeat her master even if it meant she had to train non-stop.

Yuki was now 15 years old and she challenged her master, Amatachi once more. "You still alive, old man? Good." she called out to Amatachi, grinning. "It's time I fixed that." she giggled, getting into position and fixing her posture for defensive maneuvering and evasion if necessary. "Come at me, gramps." she spat. "You children never learn." the old master muttered as she dashed forward at Yuki, a blade of chakra forming from his palm as he swung it at Yuki repeatedly, which Yuki responded to by maneuvering around it quickly with great agility, using the backside of her hand to nudge it off course every now and then to make dodging easier. "Oh, you're getting better..." he muttered as he attempted to strike her again and again, missing each time. Finally he leaped backwards, landing square on his feet, performing a series of handsigns. "I see how it's going to be." he muttered, as lightning affinity chakra began to envelope his body, electricity sparking here and there, the sound of it crackling throughout the room. "It's a shame I have to put you down now, child." he cackled, rushing at Yuki with incredible speed, appearing next to her and letting loose a well-aimed kick at her side. She was sent flying against the wall but stood up, blinking. "Fine, gramps. Be that way." she muttered, as she activated her byakugan. The veins around her eyes appeared as she blinked, taking a deep breath.

She rushed at her master at a speed equal to his, even with his lightning enhanced speed, before jumping into the air and aiming a kick right at his gut. He was sent flying against the wall, rubble flying all across the room as she landed squarely on her feet. "I'm not done with you yet!" she would shout out as she rushed to his left side, as soon as he had crawled out of the wall, and struck him with Gentle Fist Style One Body Blow, sending him flying across the room once more, coughing up blood as his body was scraped up and badly injured. Yuki approached him slowly before picking him up by the neck of his robe, pushing him up against the wall. "Kill me, child. Inherit my empire." he whispered, his eyes dull and lifeless at this point, almost as if he had accepted his death years ago. "No. You're going to leave. There's still more for you to teach me, master." she said, smiling as she let him down onto his feet, stepping back. "Very well... I'll stay alive to mentor you then." he said with a smile, bowing to her gingerly due to his wounds. "Good." she said, giggling as he limped over to a nearby chair to sit down, a medical shinobi on standby rushed to his aid to assist and heal him.

"I hired this medical shinobi for you... Never thought he'd be healing me. You've come a long way, child." he told her, smiling at her. She smiled as well, happy as she could be. She finally fit in for once. She had a place that she could call home and a family of her own again. Things were as they should be. She was truly happy. Yuki spent the next few years raiding government buildings for ryo, mugging people on the streets, and performing other criminal acts. She was growing to be quite the little criminal. However, some part of her shouted out to her. A part of her that told her what she was doing was wrong and that she should change her ways. Maybe that part of her was right? But how could it be right when what she was doing made her so happy and was so profitable? She continued living this life style until she seventeen years old. That was when it happened. An occurrence that would change her life and the way she viewed the world forever.

"Get up! Yuki! Yuki!" the shout was from Kaito, the man she had first met when she joined the organization. He shook her awake, her groggy body rising as she looked around. "Wah?" she murmured, rubbing her eyes. "Master Amatachi is dead! They-" he was cut off as a dagger attached to a chain cut clean through his chest, jutting out through his back. It was suddenly snatched back, allowing his body to fall dead to the ground, a shadow standing in the doorway of the room. "Prisoner or member?" the figure asked, clearly asking if Yuki was a prisoner of the organization or a member of it. Yuki froze, her eyes intensifying as she gazed at the man. She had no idea what to do. What should she do? Pose as a prisoner and get away with her life or try to avenge her master? What was she thinking... She had to avenge her master and protect whoever was left in the organization. She leaped from her bed, activating her byakugan simultaneously as she stood in front of the figure within an instant, striking his tenketsu points one after another as he was frozen in place, his body thudding back and forth from the strikes before falling limp to the ground. Yuki retrieved a kunai from her pouch, leaning down and slicing his throat before holding it in her hand, slowly examining the entire hideout with her byakugan.

She looked around at each and every shady figure that she did not recognize, and soon it was all clear to her. The entire organization except for her had been killed already. She counted the number of figures in the hideout and it appeared to be no more than five. She bit her bottom lip as she realized perhaps she had made a huge mistake. "Five.. A rival gang? Maybe..." she murmured as she slowly inched her way out of the room, since there was no one in the room outside of hers. She proceeded to sneak up on the first man slowly, rounding the corner in an instant and stabbing the kunai clean into his jugular, gripping his body and letting it down slowly and gently as to not alert the other dark figures within the hideout. She immediately took note of the others' positions, noticing that they had all moved by that time. One of them was approaching her at that moment. "Reimo, you there?" the voice called out to silence, Yuki remaining quiet as she waited to ambush him. "Hello? Reimo?" he called once more, slowly rounding the corner only to face the same exact fate as his comrade, Reimo. A kunai to the jugular.

Yuki proceeded to sneak up on and take care of the remaining shady figures before exiting the hideout, immediately running out into the night. She knew not where she would go, all she knew was that she could never return to that kind of life. Not ever. She panted and cried as she ran, gasping as she ran into a fellow Hyuuga, dropping to the ground, cowering as he leaned down. "Are you okay, miss? You need help?" he asked, an earnest expression on his face. Yuki, stricken with terror, did not respond in any manner. He picked her up and cradled her in his arms, carrying her to his home. "It's okay, I'll clean you up." he said, noticing the blood all over her as well as the few wounds she possessed. "Do you have anywhere to go?" he asked her, to which she shook her head no. "Do you need a place to stay?" he followed up with another question. She nodded slowly, but hesitantly and he smiled warmly. "It's okay. You can stay with me until you can afford your own place." he said generously. He made his way back to his home and carried her inside, spending that night helping her get settled in and cleaned up and what not. By the end of the night, she was warm and comfortable in a nice and cozy bed, drifting off into the abyss of sleep... Dreaming terrible nightmares.

When she turned eighteen years of age, she was finally able to afford her own place to live and moved out of the man's home. She thanked him for his kindness, offering him money for all of his assistance but he declined, telling her it was only the right thing to do. The entire ordeal had instilled a new set of morals in Yuki that had not been present prior to then. With those morals, she made it far in the clan's rankings. By the age of nineteen she had already become an on-field operative clan soldier. Not only that, but she became designated by the clan leader as the Master of the Lightning Pillar. She became the master of lightning-based Hyuuga techniques and was even highly regarded throughout the clan as one of the fastest and most agile shinobi, due to her affinity for lightning. She was finally happy as she fit in more than ever. She had found her place among the clan on the upper world rather than the underworld. She was no longer ashamed of herself and had something to actually be proud of. Despite her young age, she was quite the prodigy, capable of engaging even some of the most powerful elder clan members.


Clan: Hyuuga Clan
Rank: Clan Soldier
Tier: A-2; Although she is not necessarily one of the greatest, her original styles of combat and methods in carrying out combat warrant this rank.
KKG: Byakugan
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Elements: Lightning
Abilities/Perks:
Handsign Mastery: Yuki was raised by a special lineage of Hyuugas within the clan and taught the mystical Angelic Fist style. With the teaching of this skill came excessive training in the utilization of handseals as the majority of techniques required not only the usage one-handed handseals to be efficient but also handseals formed at phenomenal speeds. Yuki was able to achieve both of these results throughout her training, which led to her becoming quite a powerful user of the Angelic Fist style. With that said, she is able to perform one-handed handseals and is even able to perform handseals in general at increased speeds. Her handseal formation speed is +50 attribute points above her base speed, for this reason.

Highly Inquisitive: Having a high IQ and being highly intelligent, Yuki is able to see things in ways that most others would be unable to. With that said, she is able to find suspicion in things that would seem completely unsuspicious to most. Furthermore, she is able to perform incredible acts such as being able to analyze the chakra system of her opponent using her byakugan and being able to not only tell several seconds before they use a technique, but also what classification the technique will be as well as its potency. She does this by analyzing the molding of the chakra and how it is being prepared, using this knowledge to conclude what type of technique it will be used for.

Great Protector: Yuki only truly goes all out when the life of her comrade(s) is in jeopardy. With that said, if she is fighting to protect a comrade all of her stats receive a +10 bonus to their attribute points. This is due to Yuki's base attributes not truly being her actual attributes but merely the limit of how far she is willing to go in average combat. This restriction is lifted when she is facing off someone who is a threat to her comrades, resulting in her using her abilities to their fullest.

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