Name: Riven
Age: 15
Birthdate: Mar 15
Rank: Genin

Village: Kumogakure
Clan: Hatake
Element(s):  Raiton | Fuuton
Specialties:  Weapon Tech | Fuinjutsu
Special Characteristics:

Name: Varied Chakra Color
Type: Supplementary || Non-Combat
Description: Having no effect on the player's combat and damage ability, the manifested color of the player's chakra is different then normal. Non-elemental chakra will manifest as something other then the normal blue, while elemental chakras will be colored different then what is considered normal (Katon may be green instead of red/orange, Suiton could be yellow, etc.) User is free to decide what the color change is, however once stated the change cannot be undone, nor is the user able to change it again at a later time.

Name: Multitasker
Type: Positive
Description: This individual is about to divide their focus equally among multiple tasks. This Special Characteristics allow a Shinobi complete multiple tasks at one time such as performing Kugutsu with one hand and perform jutsu hand seals with the other simultaneously.

Height: 5'10
Weight: 110 lbs
Hair:  White; shoulder length
Eyes: Violet
General Description: A tan skinned woman, who's beauty is matched by her savagery, Tensei Riven is brutal woman. Riven is often found wearing strange clothing; plain Her hair is usually brushed and pulled back, tied at the nape of her neck with a white ribbon. Typically, Riven wears her Hitai-ate around her neck or around her upper right arm; if not, then the headband was left home as to keep her from being identified as a ninja. Her standard attire consists of a black, backless, sleeveless undershirt, a black over-shirt with two white straps on each shoulder, a large red sash around her waist, and black stretch pants with a pair of lightweight black shoes, which allow for stealth.



Personality: A voracious hunger, manifested into human form. Whether this be for knowledge, power, battle, or the destruction of her enemies, one can never be too sure when it comes to Riven. She hungers for knowledge, seeking to fill her mind to the brim with whatever she can. When one is a ninja, information is a precious commodity that one could never have enough of. With the proper knowledge, one can never be unprepared for a situation.

When it comes to power, Riven simply wishes for as much as she needs to keep herself protected. In her mind, people will come and go, reguardless of what they say. Loyalties can shift as often as the wind changes direction. To her, the only people she can count on is herself.

Riven is a no-bullshit type of person. She tends to take things that are dear to her very seriously; often coming off as single-minded to most people. While she doesnt mind distractions, she tends to keep focused on her goals, viewing obstacles as thing that will make her a stronger in the end of her journey. Riven is self described as 'an introverted, brooding, cold and taciturn teenager who pushes away those who would otsherwise be considered her friends.' Though withdrawn, Riven does not shrink from what she considers her duty. As much as she resents assuming leadership, she is the first to ensure that what is necessary gets done. Riven's clear mind and sense of responsibility lead others to trust and follow her. Even though everyone agrees on how difficult Riven can be, her superior officers and fellow ninja admired her.
Likes: Riven absolutely adores sweets. Be it candies or fruits, if it is sweet, she will want to try it at least once. She's open to trying new candies from exotic locations; any from rare jellies to your grandmother's homemade recipe for cheesecake. If it is sweet, she's going to want it. She can often be found with a lollipop betwixt his lips, face frowned in concentration as she flips through a book. And speaking of books... Riven currently holds the record for unreturned books in the village library. She loves to read, and will read anything she gets her hands upon. History, mysteries and horror are among her favorites...
Beyond this, Riven loves to train. She often spends hours on end training, or forming out new techniques to use. She believes that her reward for a hard day’s training is the satisfaction that she is bettering herself as a ninja.
Dislikes: Riven supremely dislikes braggarts. To her, they embody all that she hates about people. Ha has no problem with people who are confident of their abilities, mind you. But those who boast that can beat anyone that they come across, regardless of if they can or cannot. These are the people whom Riven does not like. she sees this as pointless; there is always someone bigger, badder, and higher up on the food chain. And those are the ones who usually put the braggarts in their place.
Riven does not like sour foods. Something mildly sour, like a tart is fine. But anything that is so sour that it makes her look like she's been sucking on a lemon is a no-no. she hates these food with an undying passion.

For some reason, Riven dislikes bright colors. Perhaps it is because many people believe that homosexuals prefer bright, flashy colors, or that she was never a big fan of them to begin with. Either way, she avoids them. The only bright color that she has ever been seen to wear is white. To her, white represents purity, sacredness, and divinity.
Motivations: Riven has no true motivations, save for gathering information. The purpose of her gathering information? Well, time will tell...

In any case, her current goal is to impress her 'superiors' in an effort to gain thier trust, and rise within the ranks of the village. Everything she learns, she keeps stored on a personal scroll -- research and development done by the military scientists, battle plans and troop deployments. She even has a nifty little roster of the soldiers within the military, as well as volumes upon volumes of scrolls of blackmail information on the commanding officers. Why does she have this kind of information saved? "Insurance."
Fears:  With all of her information gathering, oddly enough Riven does not fear getting caught by the officers of her village, but rather she simply does not care. Her getting caught would only push forward the next phase of her personal mission. But beyond this... What is there to fear but fear itself? The idea of failure only causes fear in the idea of her being unable to protect those she loves; but even that goes so much deeper than just fear. It becomes a physical pain that manifests a rage beyond comprehension. A rage, that only when it is satisfied and has left her, would indeed leave her as an empty shell of a person. There really can't be anything else listed that Natalie fears; given her rather insane qualities that allow her to see past the fears a normal person would have. Even the fear of her own death or an intense amount of pain has little to no hold over her, giving her the ability to charge into a battle without hesitation; even if the odds are stacked highly against her - something that normally instills fear into the hearts of those she is facing off with. Something that tends to cause most to flee in terror, vomit, or otherwise piss themselves when faced with it.

History: If you're reading this, then I'm probably dead. And if I'm dead, then you know the truth about me. Or rather, what 'they' want you to believe is the truth. But you see, the truth is only a matter of perspective, like good and evil. The 'Good' king may feel that his taxes are fair, and will despise the 'evil' thief for stealing from the grain storage rooms. But the thier? He is a hero to his family, providing food to his starving family because the king's taxes have drained away the little money that he makes.
I'm not trying to make excuses for what I did, I'm just making it plain that you know my side of the story. People like me aren't remembered; when we die, thats it. But I want you, whomever is reading this, to know that I had no choice in the matters surrounding my life, my purpose. I was literally concieved for the purpose of espionage; despite this, my parents loves me dearly. How could they not? They may have been spies, but they were human first. I was thier first born, thier only daughter. How could they not love me, adore me?

My parents were typical people, despite being part of a vast network of spies. Not for anyone one village, mind you. But something deeper--something that predates even the ninja villages. I have no clue how far they've spread. I only know of my parents and a few others; and even then, I only know voices. But anyway, I'm getting off track. This is about me, not them. Like I said, I'm keeping this record of my life so that someone knows the truth.

My early life was nothing special, the little bit I remember of it. My father was Malkavia Takama, a prodigy in the art of Genjutsu. My mother was Hatake Sakura, a powerful woman in her own right. My parents would often regail thier 'friends' with tales of my childish anctics while I sat on papa's knee, curled up where I felt I was safest. They'd say things like 'Sure, she might be quiet. But god help you if you upset her.' I guess this was true. I dont think I've changed much over the years. Cept maybe for my hair. The pictures my parents showed me... I had black hair like my father for the longest time, up until I was about seven. My hair began to lighten, turning the snow white that I have today.

My parents always said that I was a quiet child, that I hardly bothered to speak. I spoke when spoken to, but I quickly learned that there were.. other voices. The strange whispers that I could hear when everything was quiet. The voices that screamed softly, whispered loudly, and begged for me to listen. When I asked my father about them, he simply smiled and told me that I was blessed with Madness. I took him at his word. Who wouldn't. I was a kid; I didnt know any better. My mother wasnt worried, either. She simply rolled up here sleeves and told me' So, you hear em too, eh?' and went back to making dinner. It was strange how they veiwed it as normal. Looking back now, I suppose that was the least of my worries. Or what I should have been worried about, had I known.

I was ten when my parents came out to me, explaining thier, and my true purpose. They were part of a sleeper cell for some mysterious organization, some entity bent on gathering information on the village for its own purpose. That I was to be a permanant agent in the village, a weapon in the arsenal of the that village's branch. Those of the upper ranks would call upon my skills from when required, but otherwise, I was to act as if I were a normal shinobi of the village. As they explained what my role was, I came to realize something, something my mother's tears confirmed; I was going to be alone.

Sure enough, I was. Several days later, my parents met thier end in an unfortunate accident. A 'thief' broke into our house and murdered them where they slept. My baby sister wasn't even spared; apparently, when you are ordered to have one child, anything more is a loose end. With the Organization, you do not leave loose ends.

The funeral wasn't much to speak of. My father wasnt famous in village for his usage of genjutsu. It was little more than the sobs of a child, watching as three caskets were lowered into the ground as her world burned to the ground around her. But what could I do? There was nothing else for me to do; I knew no one outside of my family. What as I to do? Go to the people who were 'friends' with my mother and father, and hope they were not involved as well? Or, if by some chance, I found somenoe who was not involved, what they? Be turned over to the police, and locked away as my mind was probed for information until I wasted away? No.

As I watched those caskets lowered into the ground, something changed within me: my heart froze over. I would serve this organization. And when the time came, I would watch it burn to the ground. Everyone involved would know of my loss, and they would feel my pain before they died. As I watched those caskets lower into the ground, I heard it for the first time; my father's voice, whispering in my mind. Promising power, should I just reach out and grasp it. And in my mind, I rushed into his arms, and begged for the power.

Soon after, I enrolled myself into the Academy. It was simple; a ward of the village, but one with thier own inheritence. No simple housing for me. I continued to live at home, and went to the academy everyday. My parents left me a sizable fortune; thier pay, no doubt. I was able to keep everything after transfering them into my name. I was no stranger to keeping the house clean; it was something to do on the weekends while taking breaks from training myself. But in class? I was bored off my ass; everything was easy. I took to physical training like a fish to water and soon found my calling in Bujikutsu and Taijutsu. My mind was my greatest weapon, but my body was the edge of the blade when I didn't have a sword. I made a name for myself, a cold-hearted bitch to everyone who looked at me wrong. And if you had a comment? You were swallowing teeth.

I made it through my entire duration at the academy with no word from this 'organization'. Hopefully, they'll come calling soon. I found mama's stash of weapons, and I'm out of practice dummies...

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Faceclaim: Riven ~  League of Legends ~ Drawn by Teh Dave