Galene Anemone

Name: Galene Anemone
Age: 16
Birthdate: 2/15
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansuxal
Rank: Genin

Village: Umigakure no Sato
Clan: Anemone
Element(s): Suiton || Suiton
Specialties: Ninjutsu || Taijutsu
Special Characteristics:

Water Breathing:

Height: 5'11
Weight: 145 lbs
Hair Color: Blue
Eye Color: Blue
General Description: Galene is colored much as her name implies; blue eyes and blue hair, with a penchant to wear blue accented clothing much of the time. Most days though, she wears a black and blue, high-collared halter top, two pink, intersecting belts over her chest, and black shorts. She wears an odd silver badge on her chest, which was a gift from her grandmother. On Galene's arms are white bell-sleeves and tan, fingerless gloves. She also wears a small, segmented piece of armor on each of her upper arms. She wears what appear to be black stockings or socks on her legs which reach to about halfway up her thighs, leaving a small area of bare skin on her upper thighs. Galene also bears two strips of blue cloth that drape over either side of her hips, along with a smaller, white strip of cloth tied around her waist, draped in the same manner.



Personality: Galene is basically as normal as you get; for a Kirigakure ninja from the Anemone clan any. No weird neurosis to speak of, no delusions of grandeur turning her into the next Missing Ninja of the village. Just a normal, calm, everyday kind of teenager living a relatively happy life. Galene isn't the life of the party, but she can be fairly fun to be around in the right situations; and is a good person to go to if you want to learn about the ocean or anything food related that comes from it. She can be kind and gentle when the time calls for it; or a raging tidal wave of anger. Thankfully for those around her, she is far more stable than the average teenager, as she hasn't manifested the classical teenage angst many of her peers do. Oh, she still makes stupid teenager mistakes, and she's no stick in the mud; but she does have a level of maturity that speaks of someone a few years older than she actually is. Usually. It's not 'that' hard to talk her into stupid stunts and stupid teenager antics; even if she is a ninja and supposed to be more grown up than that by her age.
Likes: Fish, sushi, sashimi, seaweed breads and candies; everything and anything edible from the sea. She loves to sample the fresh catches of the fishermen, and will spend any entire week's worth of ryo in one night wandering the fish market and tasting everything she can find. She hold a special love for red abalone; a very rare shellfish delicacy that's only available for a few days of mid-spring. She'll save for months in order to buy an entire bag of them, and spend the next few days holed up in her apartment watching movies and eating them like popcorn. Spending time wandering the village; enjoying the parks and open spaces when the weather is nice; going out with her friends and just enjoying life; that's what Galene enjoys most.
Dislikes: Galene hates foods that are spicy for the sake of being spicy. She prefers flavor to heat; and is a bit picky about what she eats. She refuses to eat red meats and most birds, preferring her food to come from the sea. Tight spaces don't bother her much; but she hates being restricted or bound in place. Dry places are uncomfortable to her, and she highly dislikes them; she is a creature of the water and the sea; so deserts and other dry climates cause her extremely discomfort. She avoids them if possible. Of all the creatures of the sea, there is only one she doesn't like. The Hag Fish; a nasty creature of the deep oceans that secretes a mucus-like substance for any reason at all. She outright hates them, the mucus they release coats her anemone and essentially chokes them while poisoning them; leaving behind strange chemical burns that seem to result from her human body being allergic to the mucus, and that allergy manifesting strangely in her anemone.
Motivations: While not lazy, there is little that motivates Galene. She isn't the type to want power or fame, nor does she want to be recognized for being the best at whatever. She prefers a quieter life; one spent with her friends and loved ones. Her only real motivation is as a protector; she has always been the type to step into a situation and protect the underdogs. With her friends and family, this behavior is amplified to an extreme; she would gladly give her life to protect those that she cares for. This got her in trouble more than once in her earlier years; as she was considered a bully by the teachers at the Academy because she was always getting in fights with people; it wasn't until she had nearly graduated that they figured out she wasn't the problem.
Fears: Galene is by no means fearless; however she isn't the type to let things get to her. Spiders, worms, things like that don't bother her; it would be a very bad situation if something like worms or tentacles bothered her given her clan and their... unique situation; no, Galene's fears run more toward what you'd expect from a ninja. A mild fear of failure, nothing incapacitating, but enough to make sure she actually works to her potential during missions and training. Being bound and unable to move is highly uncomfortable to her; and can spawn panic and anxiety attacks in her given the right situations.

History: Galene's history is one of a fairly normal child. Beyond her clan gifts, she is just your average teenager living a fairly normal life for a ninja. Although born an only child, she was never really alone; her family is full of cousins in her age range, so she always had a playmate or three around to keep her company. Like the vast majority of her family; when she was one year old, she was fitted with the special chakra net clothing that would allow her to be bonded with her partner anemone; in her case a fairly colorful specimen that sported an iridescent effect full of pinks and blues and silvers and reds in the strangest formations you could imagine. Colorful really is an understatement for her anemone; and Galene is the type to baby them to the point that they are supremely healthy and vibrant. This is likely due to the fact that her anemone only partially took, as it where. The netting failed to graft the budding anemone to parts of her body, leaving her with only partial coverage. While not unheard of within the clan, it is a fairly rare occurrence; only one or two per generation will have this problem. Instead of both arms and both legs being covered, her anemone only cover her legs and her left arm; leaving her right arm to be completely and totally 'normal', in the sense of being completely human, sans a bit of discoloration of her skin left by the failed fusion. From the tips of her fingers to her mid-arm is a wash of blue skin that is textually different from normal skin; mutated and changed to a degree by the anemone, but not a true fusion. Otherwise totally normal; she is able to get away with only wearing one of the special gloves that her clan wears in public, as only her left arm is 'dangerous' to other people.

Galene was 8 when she joined the Academy; one of 7 Anemone clan members to sign up that year. She was close to her cousins, but they all had different goals in mind. Some of her cousins planned to be medics, a profession that was widely practiced by the clan thanks to their innate knowledge of toxins, poisons, and the like; while others wanted to be teachers, or specialist ninja. Galene just wanted to finish school and be done with it; she was never much of a scholar, but at the same time she wasn't the worst in her class. She would consistently score fairly high, but never in the top five or anything like that; which suited her just fine. She wasn't trying to stick out of the crowd like that; too many recruiters for the specialist corps that didn't interest her. About the only reason she ever stuck out was that she had a bit of a problem with letting bullies be bullies; and would be accused of being the cause of the problems for much of her time in the Academy. It wasn't until a teacher stumbled across the start of a conflict and saw her attempting to protect a younger student against a bully that they realized that the smarter bullies had been playing the teachers for all that time. Needless to say, her last few months of school where far quieter for it.

After graduation, she was assigned to the usual squad with a Special Jounin sensei and 2 other classmates; a Houzuki she'd never really talked to because he hung out with the 'rebel' crowd, and a kid from another class that she'd never heard of until they met their sensei for the first time and where introduced. She put in her time like any other Genin, running simple, easy missions around town for craptastic pay, but she never complained. She knew that she'd get past it eventually, and while the work was easy, it was rarely boring. The Houzuki had a sense of humor at least, and he liked to make everyone laugh, so that helped to pass the time. In more recent times, her squad was disbanded so that her teammates could attempt the most recent Chunnin Exam. Galene was sick at the time, and unable to compete, so she holds no bad feelings toward the others for leaving her behind. She would catch up eventually; when the next exams rolled around; or so she tells herself. For now, she passes the time running missions on her own and hanging out with her little group of friends.

RP Sample: She'd only just arrived in the area the night before, and had decided to wait out the morning rush in favor of the late afternoon calm before making herself known. Or rather, just taking the time and risk to wander the wet market near the docks and close to the water where she could hide if needed. She wasn't much experienced with the sailors of this part of the world; although she saw more familiar types every so often. It gave the place a sense of familiarity, or at least lessened the danger she felt around large crowds of unfamiliar people.

At the moment, she was amusing herself trying to identify the various catches of the day that remained in the few stalls that stayed open this late. It wasn't much, the odd monkfish and the common sardines; maybe some late day shrimp from the later boats that missed the main rush. Nothing too interesting; but enough to keep her occupied while she worked up the courage to enter a shop, or a food stall. She wasn't sure she was ready for that yet, enclosed spaces where not her friend; and she was already seeing the first hints of the drunken night culture of the locals. Alien world, this was; but that wouldn't stop her forever. She was determined to explore, and she would, in her own time.

"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, the idea of wasting an otherwise productive night getting piss drunk and causing problems for other people. Not her style, nor anyone she normally associated with.

"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; I 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: Aqua - KH Birth by Sleep

I believe I am finished.

Approved.