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 Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 7:16 pm
Please do not post without Midith's permission.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 1:22 pm
 Navigation●shirabyoshi●navigation●chikau●relationships●roleplays●personal effects●winning entry●reserved●
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 1:27 pm
 Hino Chikau
Name; Hino Chikau
Age; 17
Gender; female
Height; 5"
Birthday; July 1st
Romance; none at present
Eyes; Black
Hair; Black
Features Her hair is kept unusually short for a young woman of her age.
Personality;
Chikau-kun has always used a male honorific for herself. She, along wih several older brothers, grew up half-wild, unattended to by their noble father. Having been brought up in a predominantly male family, and lacking any feminine influence in her formative years, Chikau is loud and impish, with the disregard for propriety shared by her elder brothers. She is wilful and brave, and despite her masculinity is attracted to the exciting and glamorous life of a Shirabyoshi. She is quick-witted and has a gift when it comes to storytelling, having kept various roomates up far later than expected with outlandish banter. Chikau adores the evening entertainment of watching the mature women perform. However, she is less open to learning, and detests attending school, often trying to persuade her fellow maids not to go with her, and explore the busy street markets instead. This is obviously not proper behaviour for a young lady of noble blood, yet Chikau can't manage more than a sheepish grin when admonished. She also enjoys watching the samurai practice swordfighting (though no one in their right mind would let her near a weapon - she's dangerous enough with a broom), and throughout her adolescent clumsiness still exhibits a sense of grace which merely requires maturity - and more womanly instruction - to blossom.
History;
Chikau is the daughter of a nobleman, and his Shirabyoshi mistress. She doesn't know her mother, and frankly, doesn't care. She feels she has more than enough family in her protective siblings, and her father (when he shows her a bit of attention).
More coming soon.
Loves;
Running
Getting into scraps
Watching the grown Shirabyoshi perform
Shopping for food
Cooking
Hates;
Learning
Being told off
Being belittled
Fears;
Being alone - she's slightly agorophobic, from always living in such a big family.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 1:28 pm
 relationships
none as of yet
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 1:29 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 1:31 pm
 personal effects
none as of yet
OOC:
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 1:33 pm
 winning entry
"That is it, Chikau-kun!"
The raven haired imp bit her bottom lip tightly. She was used to her father referring to her with a masculine honorific, but far less to the anger in his tone. It was a rare moment in which she could appreciate the trouble she was obviously in. She and her brothers were mostly allowed to run free throughout the large home, and Chikau herself never spent time with her mother, who was a less important concubine of her father's. As such, she and the other half-wild children of the Hino estate were not often criticised. She was well aware that she was nearing the age at which her brothers had been sent to become samurai, or to make their own fortunes. Coming of age was important within her clan, and she had known that she was to become a Shirabyoshi since she was a young child. Regardless, her father had treated her as all his children - not with neglect, rather benevolent indifference, granting or denying their fierce childish wishes as was his own whim, and did not prepare them at all for the outside world. As such, Chikau had somewhat been dreading being sent away, though she knew it would be soon.
This particular burst of passion from her father had been prompted by her recent misdemeanor - waging war on the children of the numerous workers who maintained her father's estate. She and her umpteen brothers (Chikau's sisters, if she had any, were assumed by herself to be cooking and cleaning in the kitchen, or some other form of "woman's work") had spent most of that summer fighting, sometimes tactically from rooftops with mud missiles, sometimes savagely hand to hand, and generally engaging in the heated ideals that only they would understand. Her short hair, regularly dirty and hacked off by herself, made her almost indistinguishable from the brothers nearest in age to her, and kept her cool during intense heat and activity. She often played with straw-like strands when nervous, and her hand flew unconsciously to a thick clump as she awaited her father's admonishing.
"There is an example of what I mean!" Her tall, imposing parent strode towards her and grabbed the very cluster of wiry hair she had been fiddling with.
"Hino women are renowned for their long, lustrous hair, of many rare and glistening shades, and yet you cut your common black off as if to purposefully defy me?"
Chikau opened her mouth as if to speak, and then shut it again, the deep eyes glaring at her father. How could she verbalise with her children's words, all the practicalities of short hair, how her brothers favoured her for it, how she could not help the colour? She gathered her brows deeply over her eyes, and scowled ferociously.
"It is as if you are a son. Do not stare at me so darkly! You know you are a disgrace as a woman, why, your own mother mistook you for Kaito today."
Normally Chikau had presumed her father was unaware of her masculinity, or at least didn't mind. She felt terrible for letting him down to such a great degree, but in her fierce way refused to admit her unintentional errors. She half-listened, sighing slightly (not enough for her father to pick up on) throughout the lecture, picking up interesting phrases occasionally, such as "summer's end", "utter disgrace" and her personal favourite, "shirabyoshi". She was caught when her hand crept unbidden to her tangled locks, and her father's suspicions were confirmed. She was jolted firmly back into reality when the familiar sensation of a disciplinary slap across the face was duly noted, and the light trickle of nose blood was wiped on an already grubby sleeve. The scowl increased tenfold, but the attention followed suit.
"You haven't listened to a word I've said, Chikau-kun! Go! Wash yourself, and pack your things - get someone to help, you will manage to ruin such a simple task I fear - you are leaving right now!"
Chikau turned to leave and was treated to a - not altogether unfriendly - cuff on the back of the head. If any one of her brothers had dared to try and discipline her in this way a vicious fight would have ensued, but her father demanded such respect it was as if he was a level above human. She walked slowly, trying to affect a level of decorum, but fled at top speed as soon as she was free from her father's decadent inner sanctum. She informed the children's personal maid, whose son she had sorely bruised earlier in the week, that she required her most elegant clothes packed for her new life as a shirabyoshi. Completely forgetting to wash, she bolted past the baths and to her eldest brother, to excitedly tell him the news. Her comrades-in-arms were all pleased for her, in the pleased way of a trainer watching a dog stand on its hind legs. Someone murmured of the beauty - and therefore Chikau's unsuitability - much to her disapproval and everyone else's amusement. Another brother ruffled the offending hair, commenting on what a "rare" beauty Chikau would be amongst long-haired lovelies. Yet each overcame his amusement enough to shake her hand, or headbutt her gently, and the youngest boy Kaito was given the dubious pleasure, by his older brethren, of dragging her kicking and screaming to bathe.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 1:34 pm
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