Post by yamanaka ino on Feb 13, 2009 23:30:54 GMT -5
INO
“if only you could, i know you would - but ya can't”
“if only you could, i know you would - but ya can't”
name[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]
ino yamanaka
age[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]
fifteen
gender[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]
female
grade[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]
freshman - ninth
social group[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]
basic beautiful people
orientation[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]
heterosexual
strengths [/font] ,[/b] [/color]
- looks
- determined
- confident
- a leader
- loyal
weaknesses [/font] ,[/b] [/color]
- bossy
- jealous
- stubborn
- harsh
- loud
secrets[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]
- ino is actually a very caring person, as well as wise when it comes to helping others and getting through situations with them
- she's an extremely jealous girl, and ironically especially to those she's close to
fears[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]
- loosing, not getting her way, etc
- being ignored/forgotten
appearance[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]
Ino's appearance broken down into it's simplest form still arrives at nothing short of 'stunning.' Her sunny, platinum locks cascade perfectly down her back in a thick, straight, and semi-layered fashion. The shortest layers frame her face, while the longest reach the lower areas of her thighs. Although Ino adores her long, nearly angelic tresses, but unfortunately finds them falling under 'impractical' when it comes to everyday life. As a result, she's found, more often than not, tying them back in a high ponytail atop her skull. The change in style causes the length to descend just slightly below her rear. When put in a pony tail, Ino clips the layers left of her face securely behind her ear. Her bangs, she parts of the side, brushing them all to the right. They now fall naturally to the side, cut at an angle that often completely covers her chilly, light blue right eye.
Her eyebrows are light and thin, along with her long lashes. As blond eyelashes aren't nearly as attention grabbing as thick, darker ones, Ino invests most of her make-up time in pushing them to that potential with great, yet skillful, use of mascara. She also applies a minimal amount of gloss and foundation to her clear, ivory toned skin.
Ino's shorter stature deducts from her weight naturally, and with all of her constant dieting, her form has begun a drastic lean toward 'unhealithy thin', yet she still believes she needs to lose more. Although, Ino still maintains a moderately fit build. Training and exercise continue to build her muscle, keeping her figure rather balanced out. Over the years, Ino's look has changed a small amount.
identifying feature[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]
long, platinum blonde hair
faceclaim[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]
[b]naruto[/b] ;; yamanaka, ino
sample rp[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]
A cerulean hue gazed through borderline tears, its partner: shrouded in a flaxen lock. The domineering breeze whipped strands of stray hair aimlessly around her form. Though, it would be unfair to call any single strand a 'stray' one -- tousled and wind-blown, her otherwise silky tresses flew freely and unkempt about her. Shorter layers concealed in muck and ash clung to once ivory cheeks. Blinking melancholically, the girl ignored its tedious attempts to pull her from her trance. Although, it was the hands of an airborne dust mixed with smoke that succeeded in doing so. A grimy hand was quickly brought to her eye. Noting its disgusting status, she rubbed the back of her wrist roughly against her eyelid, ridding the aforementioned eye of any intrusions. Inspecting her hand to find wet, black smears running along its back, not unlike the ones circling her puffy, crimson eyes, she slid it down the side of her skirt, both removing the misplaced mascara and wiping away any sweat from her palm.
Ino's gaze returned to her surroundings, watching the tower of billowing black smoke rise before her. She was miles away, beyond the trees, and yet the monstrous signal failed to rid itself of her view. Her home. It was gone. Flashes of red and orange light flew before her; the fiery images still uncomfortably clear in her mind. Her flower shop burned within minutes; flattened into the ground as if nothing. She'd grown up there -- lived her life. It wasn't just her; everyone had the same, tragic story to tell. The vibrant, extraordinarily expressive village hidden in the leaves was nothing more than a memory to them now.
Why, Sasuke...
At the sound of a her name and a few harsh pulls at her shirt, Ino whipped her head around, locking orbs with those of her few other comrades and villagers that escaped as a small group. Fear masked her chilly eyes as she scanned each one over, noting their beaten, hurt condition, much like her own. A large slice in her leg flooded with pain at the thought as she cringed dramatically at the horrid sensation. Biting her lip harshly, her gaze shifted back to the older man in front of her, who offered a slow, sympathetic smile. Eyes downcast once more, she nodded in melancholy as she took a tentative step forward.
Forward; it was the only way to go. The small group of survivors regained their bearings, Ino following silently among them. She shook her head, long tresses flying behind her once more as a single tear rolled down her bloody, beaten face. There was no going back now.
Ino's gaze returned to her surroundings, watching the tower of billowing black smoke rise before her. She was miles away, beyond the trees, and yet the monstrous signal failed to rid itself of her view. Her home. It was gone. Flashes of red and orange light flew before her; the fiery images still uncomfortably clear in her mind. Her flower shop burned within minutes; flattened into the ground as if nothing. She'd grown up there -- lived her life. It wasn't just her; everyone had the same, tragic story to tell. The vibrant, extraordinarily expressive village hidden in the leaves was nothing more than a memory to them now.
Why, Sasuke...
At the sound of a her name and a few harsh pulls at her shirt, Ino whipped her head around, locking orbs with those of her few other comrades and villagers that escaped as a small group. Fear masked her chilly eyes as she scanned each one over, noting their beaten, hurt condition, much like her own. A large slice in her leg flooded with pain at the thought as she cringed dramatically at the horrid sensation. Biting her lip harshly, her gaze shifted back to the older man in front of her, who offered a slow, sympathetic smile. Eyes downcast once more, she nodded in melancholy as she took a tentative step forward.
Forward; it was the only way to go. The small group of survivors regained their bearings, Ino following silently among them. She shook her head, long tresses flying behind her once more as a single tear rolled down her bloody, beaten face. There was no going back now.
