Yuki Eira [Finished]

Short in stature, and scrawny by first glance, Eira doesn't look built to be a fighter by most traditional standards. Her growth stunted slightly by both bad genetics, and an unwillingness to sleep have left her standing at only 4'11, and at age 14 it doesn't seem she has much growing left to make her any taller.
Having cut it to do more than tame loose ends Eira's hair drops down in long strands down her back, tied up as to not drag along the ground and pick up dirt. The strands she hasn't tied back gather around her cheeks to frame her face. Puffy cheeks and dulled eyes make up her most distinguishing features, her sharp short nose being barely noticeable in comparison. Soft, and almost translucently white skin make sure her every emotion is plastered over her face through various levels of blushing or scowling.

Slightly wider around the hips than the chest, Eira's body is more of a narrow triangle than an kind of hourglass. Her waist remains slim, her shoulders slight rather than broad. Preferring to cover up rather than exposing skin she remains closer to timid and weak looking rather than kunoichi like, however under her clothing her muscles are toned and trained for combat, especially large  calfs for kicking, and thick triceps for smashing through various things.

With a high tendency to wear slightly padded clothing, covering up her body and offering only light protection, Eira's clothing is more prepared for infiltration and quick take downs rather than drawn out fights, which tend to tear up her clothing. Her favorite materials come in blends of rubber and Kevlar.

Despite her insistence that practical clothing makes the best clothing, Eira does enjoy dressing up in fancier clothing than practical clothing, not that she'd ever let her peers know that. Owning a wide verity of of dressed for special occasions, or off days, but will only ever wear them over a pear of shorts. For working purposes Eira owns a waitress-esque outfit including a pale green dress trailing down to have a hemline that reaches the knee, including tights, and an apron with a large apple made center, surrounded by a smaller pattern of other assorted fruits and vegetables. The outfit came with a hair bow, but refusing to wear it the bow is still kept under lock and key in her wardrobe.

Eira's number one mannerism is to puff up her cheeks in circumstances of either great annoyance, or circumstances requiring great focus. Though making her appear childish this does actually help calm her mentally. This is usually accompanied by a partial crouch by bunching up the shoulders and a slight bend of the knees. Most often seen with some form of glare of concentration.

With a tight training schedule, and deep respect for posture, most of the time Eira can be seen with a straight back and high chin, this is to compensate for her incredible shortness. Her good back posture is mostly accompanied with straight legs, and hands behind her back, rather than at her sides or dangling somewhere in front of her. This makes her seem fairly respectful in most situations that don't involve direct interaction.

Mostly found without a smile, Eira's neutral expressions seems slightly depressed. The line of her mouth being almost perfectly straight, her eyes normally either down or unfocused and her brow plain and expressionless. However such a state is fragile and easily interrupted by any external interaction. Resulting in a myriad, of yelling, pouting, frowning and various physical attacks.

A diligent little soldier, Eira is first and foremost efficient. Managing her time to the best of her ability and hoping her actions speak louder than words ever could. Believing the only true way to solve a problem is to face it immediately and directly her nindo is "The only way is through". Which defines her ideal mindset, even if she can't always summon the courage to follow her own advice.

Slightly on the shy side, Eira is often discouraged from conversing with people outside of her comfort zone, but will always make efforts to please when pressed to communicate. A fierce will to prove herself means that despite her shyness she will often try to undermine the authority of those that disrespect her, albeit indirectly if she's too scared for an upfront and personal confrontation.

Holding a few abandonment issues Eira can be quick to be upset, but will avoid thinking about things that make her sad if possible, preferring to move on with whatever task she has at hand. This can mean when external forces bring up painful memories she can be ill prepared and often prompted to cry if she isn't ready to be teased in any given situation.

Polite to her superiors and inferiors alike, the only people that really receive Eira's figurative cold shoulder are her peers who she has often perceived as competition. Having issues warming up to people her own age has often meant Eira has had problems with teamwork, preferring to work alone. Despite this she will often warm up to anyone who shows her the slightest affection, whether she regards them as competition or not.

The infamous womanizer Susano Yuki was as the title suggests, an infamous womanizer. A ninja of Kirigakure, skilled in infiltration, his favourite tactic was to take a high paying assassination mission, book himself a week's vacation in the target's town, gain a reputation as a drunken tourist sleep with as many women as possible and then take out the target. For him the ninja life was THE life, though he couldn't hold up in combat the way some of his peers could, he could disguise himself better than most and weapons of ice melted before most bodies were discovered. However his off duty techniques of disguise eventually earned him his sour reputation.

It isn't an odd thing for members of the scattered Yuki clan to be born bastards, but the population of the clan suffered a small boom in the years of Susano's activity. It became a running joke with his colleagues that he was trying to single headedly repopulate his clan. The joke wasn't too funny for the majority of women who had to deal with a fair few naturally talented children capable of turning water into lethal weaponry. However the majority of these women were ill equipped to deal with finding the father, especially as the majority of his disguises were never used again.

However due to the rules of chance Susano would eventually court someone who had the skills to track him down. Unfortunately by the time he would find out he had been found out it would be over a year later.  Getting back from another of his weeklong tricks to find a 5 month old crawling around his apartment with a note attatched stating simply "This is yours." With an unhappy face written underneath. Though Susano never found out the identity of the woman who'd left the child there, he was eventually forced to begrudgingly bring up his alleged daughter, not out of morality, but an order from the social services of the village.

Having to pick a name he eventually landed with Eira, another languages word for Snow, Snow Snow, if this was going to be someones idea of a joke at least he could have a laugh out of it as well.

Soon after being landed with a child, and being the butt of all his friends jokes, Susano ended up finding out he was a lot less productive at his work. His usual infiltration jobs required time, and he had to be back within the day or else get his entire mission fund spent paying child minders. This led to eventually going for smaller and smaller missions, before having to quit the life of a shinobi all together. Much to his annoyance, and again to the laughter of his peers.

In need of a new business plan Susano set himself about looking for work, eventually finding work as a fruit salesmen in the market centre. More stable than being paid by the mission, but nowhere near as glamorous. This went on for some time, struggling to get paid, using his employee discount to buy Eira extra fruit. Simple stuff for his new simple life.

By age five Eira had already been hit with the same hype every other child her age had been hit with, gawking at how cool the ninjas were in the village. This meant mainly staring at genin as they would show off, but occasionally atching a glimpse of some urgent Jounin running to some kind of important time based mission. The difference being most of the kids her age didn;t have budding ice powers. Susano had occasionally showed her how to do something or other, told her that your body had another kind of energy blood that you could use for it, but not much else. Truthfully the irony of Eira's ninja obsession really annoyed her father, after all it was her fault he couldn't be a ninja anymore.

Soon After however, he got an amazing idea. Kick Eira into kunoichi-hood, become an amazing father daughter team. He could get his money back and satisfy his daughters fantasies! He went straight to work registering her to start the next term in the academy, and set about throwing her through a crash course of everything he could remember about the basics of ninja-dom. Which wasn't an awful lot, but Eira's natural enthusiasm made up for most of it. By the time she was enrolled he assumed she'd already be well ahead of her class. However other more established clans always had the advantage and Eira only managed to go into academy training more informed than most, but far less informed than well established ninja families.

Eira took to learning and practicing better than most of her class, but found an innate irritation at how the more established clan children could run circles around her when it came to theory and performance. No matter how hard she tried in class she could only ever hit the 5th in the class by performance. The elite peers of hers always a step ahead. This frustrated her to no end. At the end of her first year one of the stupid clan elites even managed to get moved up two years to a more advanced class!

She begged her father to find out their secrets. They must have some kind of secret training facility or something. However Susano wouldn't give in to her, knowing full well most of it was fueled by huge amounts of clan tradition, multiple family members able to chip in to teach, and huge amounts of borderline psychological abuse of the children, forcing impossible expectations on them. Hardly ever even using his own ice powers, Susano had always relied on wit and illusion, Eira wanted to be all slash and bang. Unfortunately by this time he had his mind so much set on his dream father daughter team, he'd actually begun to like her. To fill her wishes in he was adamant, he needed to come out of retirement.

Begging for missions, he managed to land himself a few of the basic Cs, escorts and the like. Working full through the day at a fruit shop, and full through the night as a ninja he barely slept at all. Eira studied, getting steadily better and better, but lagging behind the elite of her class. Susano eventually began making enough money to get what he wanted, the services of various other ninja to tutor his daughter and get her ahead of the curve. The eventual best answer to his little girls prayers was another Yuki Clan member, always appearing in ridiculously covered up gear. He'd turn up, sit with Yuki after she'd finished a day at the academy, and run her through everything she knew, and then start on everything he knew. Once his allotted time had finished he'd simply stop, even mid sentence, take the money and then go.

As the extra studies advanced further and further, Eira's position in class became better and better, passing the Elites she'd trailed behind for so long. This came at the expense of her fathers money, and the expense of all of her free time, her life became a perpetual training camp. Once most theory was done, the lessons needed to move outside, and the practical aspect needed to be focused on. This resulted in the price of her tutorship doubling. Her father shocked and awed, but still set on his dream, accepted. Susano started accepting high level missions again, leaving food at home and going away on long missions.

The new waves of training hit Eira hard, but pushed her up and beyond. She got moved up a single year, and then stabilized as the alternating top of the class with an elite member of her new advanced class. Her father, now completely worn down by his schedule always looked weary whenever she saw him. Far more wounded, and far more out of practice this was taking it's toll on him but he kept doing the missions. Until one day he just didn't come back from them.

The extra lessons stopped, and she was left effectively alone. Almost without any hope she was only saved by her fathers old fruit shop job being offered to her. The small after school wage paid for two meals a day most of the week. However she'd always have to fast for at least one out of every seven days. Though her increasing advancement stopped, she managed to scrounge up her knowledge. Keeping in high ranks among her peers while going hungry one day a week. Eventually graduating third in her class, a year younger than the rest of them. Ready to be a ninja like her father before her.

Various rumors circulate the disappearance of Susano Yuki, mostly viscous ones that circulate about him using his skills to start a new life far away, or that he ran across one of his old lovers and she simply offed him in a single night. The most viscous rumor of all was that he simply wasn't good enough anymore, and had died in the field, trying to pay his way to his dream.

Still working, irregularly now, at the local fruit shop. Eira has graduated to geninship. Taking up whatever work will offer her money to pay her way, Eira values food a little too much, but considers fasting a part of meditation that will aid her in her training. The days without food however almost certainly contributed to her short stature, never getting enough nutrition to grow into a tall girl.

Regularly dreaming of either her father returning, or her long lost mother picking her up, her current goal is to regroup a new family and prove herself a needed and valuable member of any group. Ready to contribute and help those around her. Quick to annoyance, and with a small amount of abandonment issues, Eira moves on, believing the only way past her troubles, is through.

To sell one's fruit, one must become the fruit. As rosy as the apple, as prickly as it's pined cousin (Which isn't really related at all to apples), and to sell the the passion fruit, you must of course, be passionate about the job you are doing. This of course was a skill Eira had been raised in. She had been raised both Ninja and Fruit Salesman in equal portions, and was not about to make today the day she fell short. Putting on her best winning smile she went to work. The crowd was hers, and so was their money.

Dressed almost identically to a waitress. Though all in green rather than all in black. She was prepared to sell. The dress came down to slightly above her knees, it used to be longer, before she'd grown slightly. This exposed her legs, but not the skin of them as she wore tights to cover up her pale skin, this made her feel a little better as she continued her charade of selling to people.

She didn't have a stand to work out of, she worked for a full flung store in the market center. They gave her a brown wicker basket full of the fruit, and told her to sell it. When the basket was approaching emptiness she was to bring it, and the money back to the store, refill (with the fruit from the bottom of the first basket on top) and get back out to selling. It was kind of a mini mission for her. At the end of the day, based on her sales, she would get a wage and a discount for fruit from the shop. Her diet was mainly fruit, it required a lot of tooth brushing to keep her winning smile when her eating habits were so acidic.

She smiled half out of her need to, customers only buy from happy girls who are enthusiastic about their product, not sad ones, and half because the customers loved it. They loved happy conversation, and the elderly loved to praise enthusiastic young people who were willing to work. Truthfully Eira loved the praise more than she loved the money, or she would have filled up the hours with more ninja work already.

Prepared for the best, she shot a lovely grin towards an elderly man, beaming diamonds at him with her large, purple eyes.

"Sir, would you like to try something uhh... Citrussy?!" She usually wasn't so pushy, but this was part of her job, part of her mission!

Eira held the basket in one hand, and pulled a pineapple out with the other, by the spikes of it's leaves.

"Or perhaps the sharp taste of a pineapple? Sharp men love sharp tastes!" She chimed.

The man scoffed and walked away, and Eira's world came crumbling down.

Realizing just how enthusiastic she had gotten about her work she realized just how much she had embarrassed herself in public. Momentarily stripped of her courage, she stood silently, before realizing the only way was through, putting her smile back on, and going right back into selling her fruit.

"Sir! What about some grapes?!"