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NAME: Herit
JOURNAL: herit
EMAIL: Chabliya@gmail.com
AIM: ntchbly
WIKI NAME: Herit
CHARACTERS:
Samurai Warriors: Sasaki Kojiro: swallow_cut
Trinity Blood: Radu Barufon: flammenschwert
Samurai Warriors: Nene: themonkeyswife
CHARACTER NAME: Otsu
FANDOM: Musashi (novel, by Eiji Yoshikawa)
CANON: During her journey with Jotaro, after staying with Yagyu Sekishusai.
WHAT THEY LOST: Her flute, which is her only memory of her parents. They gave it to her as a sign for her younger brother to recognise her, if he should meet her through some coincidence later on, and she (not knowing anything about that) plays it to find comfort when she is lonely. It's pretty much her only possession, and she cherishes it a lot.
PERSONALITY: Otsu is a difficult case. Having been abandoned by her parents as a baby and raised in a temple in the village Musashi, she was and is constantly reminded that this was an act of charity by the leading priests, and that she owes them in return. As an orphan in her time, she can indeed be grateful that anybody bothered to take her in and give her a little education (thanks to it being a temple, mostly spiritual, of course), however, having grown up popular for her kindness, but somewhat shunned for her status and "worthlessness" as a woman without family, her education lacks in some social terms, while she is very talented in religious thing, ceremonies, playing flute, and other kinds of tasks that a girl growing up in a temple would face. On the other hand, she lacks what is considered manners for a young woman of her time, not out of rudeness, but because she was never educated in them, and often others such as the priests or the mother of her future-husband, feel the need to apologise on her behalf. Now, she is by no means rude for modern standards, but it is true that she, being very emotional, lets her emotions take over at times, and doesn't quite know when to hold her tongue. In the same manner, she is often speechless and does not know how to handle social interactions with strangers who are not from the village, when she is confronted with them. You will search wittiness and sarcasm in her in vain - but she can offer outrage and indignation, or disbelief, which she will fully voice. That may appear cute at times, but clearly lets it shine through that she is an uneducated village girl, and she can easily be intimidated with words. Thanks to her background, she is withdrawn and rarely opens up to people, despite letting her emotions get out of hand most of the time. When she opens up to somebody, however, she opens up completely (although it's a gradual development in terms of what she shows, she'll open her heart completely immediately). While she never could really fall in love with Matahachi, whose family suggested their marriage despite her status as an orphan with no property and wealth, his betrayal broke her heart, because suffering immensely from the loss of her parents and what it means for her life, she has developed an almost manic fear of being abandoned again. Subsequently, she abandons the support of Matahachi's family completely, emotional as always, despite it having been her only outlook in life until then, and instead helps Matahachi's friend, the village's violent outlaw Shinmen Takezo (later to be known as Miyamoto Musashi) to escape after he was captured for several murders, in return for him taking her with him. She transfers all her hopes and affection to Takezo, whom she had known since childhood, and, attracted by his strength and unpredictability, falls in love with him, glorifying him and turning him into everything she longs for in her head. This is also helped by the fact that he depends on her mercy and help, so that subconsciously, she sees him as indepted to her, which at least seems to guarantee that he cannot leave her behind like Matahachi and her parents did. She has a hard time accepting his wish to travel the land to become the greatest swordsman of history, and he only manages to convince her to stay behind by running away - however, after she once again breaks down in grief, she decides to find him, no matter what, because blind with love, and having given up every other security she had in life for him, she cannot and does not want to live without him. The more her desperation grows, the more does she transform it into desperate longing and love for him. Takuan, who has met both of them in their village and has a continuing plot in the novel as well, comments later to himself, when he sees a frightening mask representing a serenely insane, completely gone woman, that this is the path she is heading to, if she cannot stop before it's too late. She is determined and desperate enough to completely exhaust herself, emotionally and physically, in her attempts to find Takezo, ignoring even illnesses and breaking down in tears when somebody forcefully stops her. However, she is not above using her pitiful appearance and guilt-tripping people into following her wishes that way, when she feels that she has to. She is not actively manipulative, but her subconscious understands well enough that things like these from a beautiful young girl like her can help her occasionally, while as far as conscious processes are concerned, she is loving and friendly, shy and modest, and particularly caring towards especially old people and children. She is also religious, but without showing it much or knowing it much, very intelligent, which at times impresses people, but also gives her more manipulative skill than she is aware of, even in terms of manipulating herself. She also makes a certain unnatural impression on other people. Men are frequently drawn to her, mostly to the mysterious impression she gives by being reclusive, and her beauty is described as "something mysterious, unearthly". She also values freedom, that of all creatures, which ultimately allows her to let Musashi go his own way, rather than holding him back, however not yet at the point where she is taken from in this case.
THIRD-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
The scuffing steps of the ox's hooves resounded dully on the path, earth that had been trampled solid and hard over the years by horses and wanderers. It was a strange equilibrium the swaying gait fitted in with perfectly. Fog had sunk down into the valley, drifting dreary and heavy in the air. At the horizon, the morning sun, a soft shape of blurry red, was peaking over the hills, dipping their moss-covered outlines into a tint of gold. The light reflected in the tiny drops of water in the air, and the mist became blinding. Otsu heard Jotaro curse next to her as he stumbled, distracted by the landscape. It was beautiful; but Otsu stared through the blinding, illuminated fog, as if there was something behind. Jotaro's complaints disappeared, blended out, dispersed before they met her ears. There was something lying beyond this diffuse haze. Something that let her never rest, that let her feet walk on and on and on, drawn to an invisible spot beyond the roads, behind the next tree, the next hill, behind the mountains or even the sea. Her eyes immovably reaching for the horizon, for the blurry spot in the distance that could be it, that could be him, she could not stop. Restlessly, her feet continued, couldn't halt, urged forward. Years had passed in flight, and at the same time, seemed so eternal in retrospective that she sometimes had trouble remembering her life before, a life without searching him, her youth and childhood in the village Miyamoto. It was a life she both longed for, now that it was lost, to the verge of tears - and that she despised with a cold horror. In him, there was the promise of fulfilment, an end to a restlessness and lack of direction that had driven her as long as she could remember. He was an anchor in the chaotic darkness of her soul. The beast in him and the man, the boy in him - the thought of him was a rock she clung to when the torrent of the sea threatened to tear her away, his strength and fury a typhoon that blew a breath of life into her lungs when grief and loneliness seemed to choke her. And every time she heard of him, in a town or from passing samurai, heard of his fearsome power and the relentless vigour that drove him into battle, it was as if she could see his face, as close as if she could have touched it, and the strikes of his blade became her heartbeat. He was so hopelessly far away, and still so excruciatingly close.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a blood-curdling outcry behind her. She turned her head and wiped away the tears that had sneaked up in her eyes, driven by despair and the bittersweet pain of longing. A few metres back, Jotaro was sitting in the grass, holding his ankle. Otsu stopped the ox and dismounted. With hurried steps, she was by his side, giving words of comfort and examining the injury that the boy suddenly endured with heroic stoicism. It was only when he jumped back to his feet and mockingly asked if she had cried again that she allowed herself a frustrated sigh and an accusing look, but she couldn't be angry for long.
FIRST-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
[Written in an elegant and clear, but currently somewhat shaking handwriting - in Japanese. >> Intended to be a message, since she doesn't know how the journals work yet.]
I... I don't know how this happened, but [a few drops of ink, from obvious hesitation] were there thieves? Robbers? I didn't even notice. Oh, poor Jotaro. I hope nothing happened to you. If you find this message, I want to let you know that I will continue my way. I was searching for you, but I could not find you anywhere. Please don't be sad. I know you'll find your way back, to me or to Takezo. I have to see Takezo again, please understand that. If you find your way back to Lord Yagyu, please tell him I'm well. Please stay safe.
Otsu
JOURNAL: herit
EMAIL: Chabliya@gmail.com
AIM: ntchbly
WIKI NAME: Herit
CHARACTERS:
Samurai Warriors: Sasaki Kojiro: swallow_cut
Trinity Blood: Radu Barufon: flammenschwert
Samurai Warriors: Nene: themonkeyswife
CHARACTER NAME: Otsu
FANDOM: Musashi (novel, by Eiji Yoshikawa)
CANON: During her journey with Jotaro, after staying with Yagyu Sekishusai.
WHAT THEY LOST: Her flute, which is her only memory of her parents. They gave it to her as a sign for her younger brother to recognise her, if he should meet her through some coincidence later on, and she (not knowing anything about that) plays it to find comfort when she is lonely. It's pretty much her only possession, and she cherishes it a lot.
PERSONALITY: Otsu is a difficult case. Having been abandoned by her parents as a baby and raised in a temple in the village Musashi, she was and is constantly reminded that this was an act of charity by the leading priests, and that she owes them in return. As an orphan in her time, she can indeed be grateful that anybody bothered to take her in and give her a little education (thanks to it being a temple, mostly spiritual, of course), however, having grown up popular for her kindness, but somewhat shunned for her status and "worthlessness" as a woman without family, her education lacks in some social terms, while she is very talented in religious thing, ceremonies, playing flute, and other kinds of tasks that a girl growing up in a temple would face. On the other hand, she lacks what is considered manners for a young woman of her time, not out of rudeness, but because she was never educated in them, and often others such as the priests or the mother of her future-husband, feel the need to apologise on her behalf. Now, she is by no means rude for modern standards, but it is true that she, being very emotional, lets her emotions take over at times, and doesn't quite know when to hold her tongue. In the same manner, she is often speechless and does not know how to handle social interactions with strangers who are not from the village, when she is confronted with them. You will search wittiness and sarcasm in her in vain - but she can offer outrage and indignation, or disbelief, which she will fully voice. That may appear cute at times, but clearly lets it shine through that she is an uneducated village girl, and she can easily be intimidated with words. Thanks to her background, she is withdrawn and rarely opens up to people, despite letting her emotions get out of hand most of the time. When she opens up to somebody, however, she opens up completely (although it's a gradual development in terms of what she shows, she'll open her heart completely immediately). While she never could really fall in love with Matahachi, whose family suggested their marriage despite her status as an orphan with no property and wealth, his betrayal broke her heart, because suffering immensely from the loss of her parents and what it means for her life, she has developed an almost manic fear of being abandoned again. Subsequently, she abandons the support of Matahachi's family completely, emotional as always, despite it having been her only outlook in life until then, and instead helps Matahachi's friend, the village's violent outlaw Shinmen Takezo (later to be known as Miyamoto Musashi) to escape after he was captured for several murders, in return for him taking her with him. She transfers all her hopes and affection to Takezo, whom she had known since childhood, and, attracted by his strength and unpredictability, falls in love with him, glorifying him and turning him into everything she longs for in her head. This is also helped by the fact that he depends on her mercy and help, so that subconsciously, she sees him as indepted to her, which at least seems to guarantee that he cannot leave her behind like Matahachi and her parents did. She has a hard time accepting his wish to travel the land to become the greatest swordsman of history, and he only manages to convince her to stay behind by running away - however, after she once again breaks down in grief, she decides to find him, no matter what, because blind with love, and having given up every other security she had in life for him, she cannot and does not want to live without him. The more her desperation grows, the more does she transform it into desperate longing and love for him. Takuan, who has met both of them in their village and has a continuing plot in the novel as well, comments later to himself, when he sees a frightening mask representing a serenely insane, completely gone woman, that this is the path she is heading to, if she cannot stop before it's too late. She is determined and desperate enough to completely exhaust herself, emotionally and physically, in her attempts to find Takezo, ignoring even illnesses and breaking down in tears when somebody forcefully stops her. However, she is not above using her pitiful appearance and guilt-tripping people into following her wishes that way, when she feels that she has to. She is not actively manipulative, but her subconscious understands well enough that things like these from a beautiful young girl like her can help her occasionally, while as far as conscious processes are concerned, she is loving and friendly, shy and modest, and particularly caring towards especially old people and children. She is also religious, but without showing it much or knowing it much, very intelligent, which at times impresses people, but also gives her more manipulative skill than she is aware of, even in terms of manipulating herself. She also makes a certain unnatural impression on other people. Men are frequently drawn to her, mostly to the mysterious impression she gives by being reclusive, and her beauty is described as "something mysterious, unearthly". She also values freedom, that of all creatures, which ultimately allows her to let Musashi go his own way, rather than holding him back, however not yet at the point where she is taken from in this case.
THIRD-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
The scuffing steps of the ox's hooves resounded dully on the path, earth that had been trampled solid and hard over the years by horses and wanderers. It was a strange equilibrium the swaying gait fitted in with perfectly. Fog had sunk down into the valley, drifting dreary and heavy in the air. At the horizon, the morning sun, a soft shape of blurry red, was peaking over the hills, dipping their moss-covered outlines into a tint of gold. The light reflected in the tiny drops of water in the air, and the mist became blinding. Otsu heard Jotaro curse next to her as he stumbled, distracted by the landscape. It was beautiful; but Otsu stared through the blinding, illuminated fog, as if there was something behind. Jotaro's complaints disappeared, blended out, dispersed before they met her ears. There was something lying beyond this diffuse haze. Something that let her never rest, that let her feet walk on and on and on, drawn to an invisible spot beyond the roads, behind the next tree, the next hill, behind the mountains or even the sea. Her eyes immovably reaching for the horizon, for the blurry spot in the distance that could be it, that could be him, she could not stop. Restlessly, her feet continued, couldn't halt, urged forward. Years had passed in flight, and at the same time, seemed so eternal in retrospective that she sometimes had trouble remembering her life before, a life without searching him, her youth and childhood in the village Miyamoto. It was a life she both longed for, now that it was lost, to the verge of tears - and that she despised with a cold horror. In him, there was the promise of fulfilment, an end to a restlessness and lack of direction that had driven her as long as she could remember. He was an anchor in the chaotic darkness of her soul. The beast in him and the man, the boy in him - the thought of him was a rock she clung to when the torrent of the sea threatened to tear her away, his strength and fury a typhoon that blew a breath of life into her lungs when grief and loneliness seemed to choke her. And every time she heard of him, in a town or from passing samurai, heard of his fearsome power and the relentless vigour that drove him into battle, it was as if she could see his face, as close as if she could have touched it, and the strikes of his blade became her heartbeat. He was so hopelessly far away, and still so excruciatingly close.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a blood-curdling outcry behind her. She turned her head and wiped away the tears that had sneaked up in her eyes, driven by despair and the bittersweet pain of longing. A few metres back, Jotaro was sitting in the grass, holding his ankle. Otsu stopped the ox and dismounted. With hurried steps, she was by his side, giving words of comfort and examining the injury that the boy suddenly endured with heroic stoicism. It was only when he jumped back to his feet and mockingly asked if she had cried again that she allowed herself a frustrated sigh and an accusing look, but she couldn't be angry for long.
FIRST-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
[Written in an elegant and clear, but currently somewhat shaking handwriting - in Japanese. >> Intended to be a message, since she doesn't know how the journals work yet.]
I... I don't know how this happened, but [a few drops of ink, from obvious hesitation] were there thieves? Robbers? I didn't even notice. Oh, poor Jotaro. I hope nothing happened to you. If you find this message, I want to let you know that I will continue my way. I was searching for you, but I could not find you anywhere. Please don't be sad. I know you'll find your way back, to me or to Takezo. I have to see Takezo again, please understand that. If you find your way back to Lord Yagyu, please tell him I'm well. Please stay safe.
Otsu