"If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies. Succeed anyway."
Name: Daenerys Ryūjin
Nickname: Dany Targaryen
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Village: Iwagakure no Sato
Village Rank: Genin
Skill Rank: D
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 121 lbs
Hair color: Light Pink (Hot Pink in the absence of sunlight ; slowly turning white/pale blonde)
Eye Color: Blue (slowly turning purple)
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Looks Description: A vibrant little girl of short stature, Daenerys is hardly one to miss. Although short in stature and young in her age, her clan's vitality has matured her body into splendid womanhood. Gifted with a heart-shaped face, blemish-free skin, full breasts, a narrow waist, wide hips and a somewhat exotic accent Daenerys is a unique being to behold. Her clothing is simple, as she doesn't like to be extravagant in her attire. Daenerys favors simple black leggings, a pink mini skirt, a black vest with a specially made coat to go over the vest (lacks shoulder parts, and the sleeves only go down to the elbows). On her feet are simple gray boots with a pink trim to the designs
Personality Description: A bright but quiet young girl with all the potential a fresh new Genin could possess, Daenerys is kind, sincere and very polite. Despite the brazen attitude of her clan she is, on the contrary, very gentle and does not like to participate in aggressive activities such as fighting and war. She finds it out of her nature not to do such things, and compensates for that setback with a vast vocabulary and people skills.
Little Dany doesn't have much self-confidence, stemming from her interactions with the members from her clan's main branch. She knows that she isn't as deft as her older brother Rhaegal or as magnificent as her great great great grandmother Minerva the White Dread, but she does know that her prowess will take her to heights unseen before.
Likes:
+Sweets
+Flower-picking
+Playing with fire
Dislikes:
+Large bodies of water
+Fighting
+"Mean" people
Catch Phrases: N/A
Nindo: The Will of Stone | Irreplaceable and Essential as the Stones in the Water
Element Affinity: Fire Release
Sub Element Affinity: n/a
History: Daenerys Ryūjin was born as the only daughter and third child to Meraxes Ryūjin and Magellan Ryūjin. Her older brothers were Rhaegal and Nero Ryūjin, although Nero was sickly in his youth and passed away before Daenerys was born. She spent much of her time with her older brother and grew fond of him. Strong, broad-shouldered, handsome and fierce, it was small wonder he was considered "Minerva's Reincarnation". However, she never liked him more than a brother and role model, but he loved her more than that. Incest was tradition in the Ryūjin clan, but Daenerys wouldn't have any of it.
Her outlet was training to be a shinobi, but fighting made her skin go pale, more pale than it really was. Nonetheless she made it through the Iwagakure Academy and became a Genin. Her brother went off to war back in the lands their ancestors migrated from. Left alone with her parents she was taught the secrets of her clan on the night of her fourteenth birthday.
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- Out there, in the vast expanse of Sunagakure no Sato's training grounds, there was a lone tree. This tree was, by many accounts, old. It used to be a flourishing tree, and was the center for the current Sunagakure no Sato for a few decades until recent times. The previous village was lost out somewhere in the desert, said to have been swallowed up whole by some beast that little kids heard from their wet nurses and fishwives. Taro heard about the creature, a sandy brown raccoon-dog with strange oriental markings littering its body. It possessed a single massive tail, and was said to have dominion over the entire Land of Wind. The creature could control sand sententiously, and was said to possess other unearthly and unheard of techniques.
Taro was never sure himself if the stories were true, but he knew his clan's history well enough to understand some truth to it all. His ancestor Jin the Farmer lived in the days of the Sage of the Six Paths. He was never sure about the Sage's existence, but he oddly had a place in the Mohan's early beginning. Jealousy within Jin slowly brought forth the crystallization of his own chakra. Taro looked down at his hands and examined them. Just up to the middle of his fingers and up to his elbows were bandaged, but nothing was really wrong with them. He noticed the gleaming of his scythe, which was on his back. It was a gift from someone he had loved in the past, and it was all he had left to remember her by.
The Mohan came up to the tree and examined it well, for it was not some ordinary tree. Its entire bark was white as snow, bent and crooked disgustingly. It was wholly bare, save for the few remaining leaves on its branches. The leaves were seven-pointed, and were red as fresh blood. To add a frightening finishing touch, the face had a face carved in it. It was a solemn face, although quite off-setting at the same time. Taro found it just odd in appearance, but it didn't come without merit of some kind. Inside the mouth was a white moving object, very small but visible if the eyes were set right. Taro approached slowly and peered inside to see what it was that was huddled. It couldn't be cold, could it? It was nearly 93 degrees in the shade.
A small white wolf pup rested inside, twisting and turning with its eyes closed. Astonished and curious, Taro grabbed it and pulled it out into his cradling embrace. It opened its blood red eyes to the Mohan, and kept them on the young boy's face. It seemed to sniff in his body aroma and nuzzled his chest.
"I'm no bitch to suckle from, little guy," he said with honesty and softness. The pup seemed to understand and closed its eyes, and breathe. Taro didn't know jack on how to raise a wolf, but he'd attempt. He placed the creature in the cradling hold of his left hand and held his scythe with his right hand. He looked around and went walking to see if anyone was nearby. Today was shaping to be an odd day.
