Kyamalie, Kadima

Name: Kadima Kyamalie
Age:14
Birthdate:April 3rd
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Rank: Soldier

Village: Hanagakure
Element(s):Steel Release
Specialties:Weapon Tech
Special Characteristics:

Sibling Bond:

Height:5'11
Weight:125lbs
Hair Color: Raven Black
Eye Color: Red
General Description:Kadima wears a shallow cut black dress, five necklaces with an assortment of beads, a red girdle-belt, and a pair of matching gauntlets.

An object that looks to be made from the material that covers her hair hangs from the right side of her skirt. She also wears black, thigh-length boots with a red splatter pattern. Her most distinctive feature is a fearsome, full-face mask that resembles the face of a demon. The mask has four eye slits, further enhancing the character's inhuman appearance.

Under the mask, she looks very similar to her mother, Yang, sharing the same youthful appearance, facial shape, and even hairstyle, but with black hair instead of blonde.

Personality:On the outside she is like an emotionless shell. She is the perfect soldier in that way and at such an age. She can come across as cruel, heartless. Like she is nothing more than a machine or tool to be used for the 'greater good' or a desired out-come.
However, that's barely the scratch on the surface. There is so much more to the child than just the lack of emotions she shows others. She is a kind child deep down, caring and exceptionally loyal: the sort of loyalty that would have her marching into battle with the odds being a hundred against her just because the person she truly cared even thought of asking such a task of her. It's loyalty down to its very deepest and darkest core.
Kadima, when she trusts someone, opens up like a book: outside of being kind, caring, and exceptionally loyal she's also bubbly and sweet. Adorable really once you get to know her and once she allows her true colors and nature to shine.
She is very child minded in the way she views things: sort of like a tainted black and white viewing of the world around her and how things should be. This child mindedness can be tainted even further depending on the views of those she is loyal to: whether they be evil or good she will follow them blindly.
Quiet. That has to be the most noticeable trait for the child. Even as a baby she hardly made a peep, choosing to try and communicate in other ways then through crying or other vocalized behaviors.
Smart. Kadima catches on quickly to things, and despite her age she isn't confused by 'adult' conversations; though she plays well like she has no idea what's going on. It's a trait that's proved useful from time to time, when she's happened to over hear the right thing, and been able to tell someone she can trust what's going on, or what is going to happen.
Fluid. Kadima loves to dance, and it's as much of her personality as anything. Dancing, acrobatics, grace. She's a fluid child who likes to be constantly in motion. Even when she's sitting still it is as if she's continuing to move; a slight sway, a ripple in her clothing, or her hair blowing in the wind. That isn't to say that she cannot be still, as she can quite easily especially when studying or reading, but she prefers movement far more, even if it's only a little bit.
Music! It goes hand in hand with her dancing. Music is calming and peaceful for Kadima, even if it has an upbeat or faster beat. She can listen to music for hours and never become bored of it.

History: The child of the Commander General Jai Kyamalie and Yang Nimashi, Kadima was nearly predestined to become the next leader of a infamous division within the Hana military known as The Wolf Pack. From the time she could walk and talk, the child was trained under the careful supervision of her mother and father. Aimi ensured that Kadima would be her successor by imparting to her a special tattoo, ensuring that Kadima was to be her next successor; Jai raised her through the same vigorous training regiment that he himself went through in Hana's Military Academy.

The child was trained across the board, practicing with many kinds of weapon in order to ensure that she would never be caught unawares in a fight. But the child fount her true calling when she came across her mother's old weapons; the various models of swords and blades that she'd collected over the years. From the moment she picked one up, Kadima fell in love with the strange weapon. She began to practice with her mother's base model, a plain rusted katana and quickly picked up learning her basic style from old training footage. However, when Yang found out, she urged her daughter to learn directly from her, showing and correcting her in how to wield the weapon properly. Around the same time, as per correspondence with mother, Jai began showing Kadima his own personal style of nin-tai; of course, to further mold their daughter as a soldier, he instructed her in such a way that complimented her mother's brand of Kenjutsu. Almost immediately, the child began to use the weapons in tandem with almost baleful efficiency. It was shocking, almost thought impossible at the time to see such a young prodigy in a time without war.

Merging the styles that her parents had taught her--merging them, just as they had hoped--Kadima began her own path towards becoming a great shinobi in her own right. Or, at least, as great a shinobi a Genin could be. She outshone quite a few of her Academy peers; not because of luck or natural aptitude. She certainly knew her basics, but it was her parents' tutelage that got her as far as she did, as well as her own studiousness. She was as close as it got to a genius of hard work, training relentlessly both under supervision and by herself. However, she also garnered a large amount of information about other topics regarding being a ninja in order to receive her lauded place among her peers.

Speaking of herself. She was rather alone as a child, though she never resented or lamented this. It was not a sad thing for her because of her own self-sufficiency and focus. She wanted to get better, so she got better. Nothing stopped her in this endeavor. However, this sort of upbringing's lasting effect was not to be lost on Kadima, as her solitude also made her callous. The repercussions of this, however, never interested Kadima to begin with.

Despite not necessarily enjoying interaction with others, Kadima did and continues to do, good for her village. She regularly goes on missions, and trains vigorously, daily. Despite having the perfect start to begin as the best, all Kadima strove for was to become better, better; and she would allow absolutely nothing to stand in her way. Without fail does she better herself in every way to become the daughter her parents wanted her to be. Her parents, the few that really mattered to her.

She still has a very large to do list left.

Her first order of business would be to rise through the rankings of her villiage; Jai felt that despite all that he and Yang taught Kadima, a formal education would do no harm in her development. There are certain things that can only be learned while interacting with others, Jai explained. She could not expected to be able to tackle every mission like a lone wolf; there were times where one would need a few good people to depend on to help you when the going gets tough.

RP Sample:"Heeeeeey pretty lady. Wanna drink?"

Her attention was pulled from a strange hunk of what appeared to be local seaweed that was being sold as medicine by an elder lady; turning toward where the slightly slurred voice originated from. A sailor, well on his way to getting drunk and pissing the night away. Strange, she'd known plenty of sailors before, and none of them acted like these human sailors. No wonder the crustacean, cetacean, and lutrinae (otter) sailors her people trades with held human sailors in such low regard.

"Forgive me, but I do not partake in alcoholic beverages. This was true enough; it wasn't that she couldn't drink booze, she just didn't enjoy it. She was young enough to have no had the time to build the tolerance to the substance, so she was what the sailors would call a virgin drunk; she couldn't handle her drink, and she avoided it because of that.

"No worries darlin', ye can come hang out with me an' my boys. We'll make a party 'a it anyway, eh!" The pushy sailor's buddies where starting to melt out of the shadows around her; she was literally surrounded by them. Delightful. The looks on their faces screamed that they had different ideas than just to drink with her.

"No no, thank you for the offer, but I really should be going... I'm supposed to meet with someone in a few minutes..."

"Pretty little girl is a pretty little liar."

"Seems so, Nashir. We should teach her that liars never prosper, eh boys?"

"Aye!"

Well, this wouldn't end well...

Faceclaim: Raven Branwen ~ RWBY

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