Itami no Ai .Nickname:
Hourglass . Age:
Amegakure . [The Rain Village Rain Country .]Personality:
Itami is kind, though a little rude at times towards others. Itami can be caring, only being so towards those she may 'like', as in a lover, or family. She is flirtatious around those of the male gender, though she hates those who are obsessed with power, only wanting it to herself. She has a strange attraction to artistry, keeping a pencil and notepad in her pocket, most of the time. Itami likes to create jutsu from her pencil, everything in her notepad could come to life, within a simple second. Her creations involve sand of some kind, and her most preferred creation, an hourglass with sand so thick, it could drown a single person.
Itami prefers clothing that is light on her skin, mostly wearing silky kimonos or clothing that isn't too heavy, but is quite tight on her body. She likes to wear 'cosplaying' clothing at times, making it look like she is dressed up in costume, according to season.Appearance:
Though, a dark past dripping in red and nightmares unappealing, her natural glow brings forth new hope that lights the darkness like a midnight star. She’s a gentile petal meeting new days of night as she interrupts the wickedness with gentile strokes of a young, feminine dream. Her soft curves and slender waves meet perfection without a doubt in the minds of onlookers while the dreams of young men meet the tender pout of her lips. Like blooming rose petals, they lay upon her lips pinker than a new babe’s cheeks. And following, without even a hint of cosmetic goop, her even complexion leads to new discovery.
Long, thick lashes naturally black, gracefully frame eyes created of Heaven’s crystal. The tiny fractures were fairy-dusted with unnamed colors deep within her gaze as the shadows of the past sin the sparkle in a fog of mystery. Though innocent in its quirks, the new face of care and love dances within the arms of a devil. For what she is, what she was born to do, marks her existence with a drawing key within the folds of her curious eyes.
Though, at times, they hide. They hide well behind the safety of soft locks. White against black, the sheen is remarkable in the moonlight where it breathes and lives against a perfect face. Every stitch of hair evenly spaced and colored to the graces of Heaven and Hell. Almost as if the Lord of Heaven and Lady of Hell intertwined for just a mere moment to create a binding contract a few years back. A binding contract in mortal form, dressed in a black cloak by day to honor her Mother below, and kimonos of white by night to honor her Father above. Bio:
Itami was born in Sunagakure, during a sandstorm, when most were evacuating to the hospitals for medical attention, her mother, died of giving birth, but Itami lived with her father for years, and soon, he died in a fight to regain peace for his country. Itami lived with her uncle since, and her uncle seemingly was a shinobi, as well, but being unique, for his artistry. Itami was taught these skills, and became a kunoichi using art to battle, and was so elegant in using them, as well.
She became the sort of role model for all of those in her generation and younger. She was highly favored within the eyes of all the elders, and so, with that fact stated, she was clearly becoming something of a celebrity.
And what’s good for a celebrity then a melt down? Itami could never teach the people her artistry skills, but her uncle knows, it's the clans ability, and the clan itself that gave blessing to Itami to use the unique skill.