<div class="floatright">(http://i1233.photobucket.com/albums/ff383/Idariel1/Sparrow5ichi_31-560x315.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Name:</strong>   Suzume Chiyu  (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=122669.msg5439531#msg5439531)</span><br/><strong>Sex/Age:</strong>Female, 18<br/><strong>Hair:</strong>Black and straight.<br/><strong>Eyes:</strong>Black<br/><strong>Height/wight:</strong>5' (1.52 meters) and 90 pounds (40.82 kg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Proper Description</div><div class="spoiler_body">Pretty, and deeply introspective. Sometimes seems to shut the world out. Someone who manages to be lonely even in a crowded room. Bright, but with a brittle quality. She has thin, clever fingers equally adept on an instrument or healing a patient. Her smile brings to mind not the rising of the sun, glorious, changing everything, but a shooting star, glorious still, but doomed to end in darkness.<br/>She has dark, mysterious eyes, often seeming to be looking at some inner scene, and soft, feather soft hair. Her skin is flawless and her features carry some of her great-aunt's beauty.</div></div><br/><strong>Time:</strong>1120 - Crane Town, Day 1 – Arrival<br/><br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Kyou<br/><br/><strong>Musical Inspiration:</strong>Blackbird, (http://youtu.be/lwhbcdbkeXY) by Alter Bridge<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Blackbird lyrics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Blackbird from Alter Bridge's album Blackbird<br/><br/>The willow it weeps today<br/>A breeze from the distance is calling your name<br/>Unfurl your black wings and wait<br/>Across the horizon it's coming to sweep you away<br/>It's coming to sweep you away<br/><br/>[Chorus:]<br/>Let the wind carry you home<br/>Blackbird fly away<br/>May you never be broken again<br/><br/>The fragile cannot endure<br/>The wrecked and the jaded a place so impure<br/>The static of this cruel world<br/>Cause some birds to fly long before they've seen their day<br/>Long before they've seen their day<br/><br/>[Chorus:]<br/>Let the wind carry you home<br/>Blackbird fly away<br/>May you never be broken again<br/><br/>Beyond the suffering you've known<br/>I hope you find your way<br/>May you never be broken again<br/><br/>Ascend may you find no resistance<br/>Know that you made such a difference<br/>All you leave behind will live to the end<br/>The cycle of suffering goes on<br/>But memories of you stay strong<br/>Someday I too will fly and find you again<br/><br/>[Chorus:]<br/>Let the wind carry you home<br/>Blackbird fly away<br/>May you never be broken again<br/><br/>Beyond the suffering you've known<br/>I hope you find your way<br/>May you never be broken again<br/>May you never be broken again </div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Character Pictures</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1233.photobucket.com/albums/ff383/Idariel1/Sparrow600full-ichi-screenshot.jpg)<br/><br/>(http://i1233.photobucket.com/albums/ff383/Idariel1/Sparrow4ichi4-1.jpg)<br/><br/>(http://i1233.photobucket.com/albums/ff383/Idariel1/Sparrow3ichi_01.jpg)<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1233.photobucket.com/albums/ff383/Idariel1/Sparrow2ichi_mb01.jpg)</div></div></div><br/>Chiyu slipped her father's unfinished Sparrow back into her long kimono pocket, painfully straightening the sleeve. The Kimono had cost her family dearly to make, and was a deep, lovely brown with elaborate tan embroidery of her family's lands. Upon her chest rose a painstakingly detailed cherry tree, a singing sparrow centered precisely upon her heart.<br/><br/>Stitched in the same lovely tan was an elaborate phoenix, crossing over her shoulders, its head wrapping down her right arm, its beak clutching the void symbol. The feathered tail adorned her left shoulder and upper arm. Her obi was in a color that was as close to gold as her family could manage, with flames and feathers embroidered across it all in deep red.<br/><br/>She stopped reflexively when Kyou touched her shoulder, and stared up at the large Bushi. Before she could meet his eyes to either scold, question or answer he'd stepped past her on the road. She turned to glance behind them, in order to hide the pain in her dark eyes. How she hoped it was true, that her brother's story was not over, that his life would not end with him nameless and disgraced.<br/><br/>So it was that she saw them first, coming up from behind. A man a finger's breadth taller than her, who walked with that intent purpose which had marked him upon each of their meetings. Her stomach clenched and her umbrella (painted to match her Obi) trembled in her hands. He wore a conical hat, a simple but well made Kimono in a deep, dark red. He looked already splashed in blood. White flashed at his breast, and on both sleeves. The paired colors spoke of his purpose, to ferret out dishonor amongst the priestly Shugejna.<br/><br/>With him walked a lovely woman of gentle demeanor who she could not, at first recognize. Would not have known, if not for the monkey. But that monkey had been favored with several pages of her latest letter, so it was unlikely that the lovely Fox Shugenja walking towards them now could be anyone but her friend, Kitsune Rina. She was in a soft green Kimono, not a formal one for her clan.<br/><br/><strong>“Kyou-senpai,”</strong>she murmured softly,<strong>“Two we know approach. Usagi Jiro-san and Kitsune Rina-san.”</strong><br/><br/>She stepped to the middle of the road and carefully unfolded her umbrella, stowing it. Her traveling cloak followed the umbrella into her pack, revealing her formal kimono. She placed her pack on the ground, and waited in perfect stillness until the two who approached were close enough. The wind blew through her soft hair and made her kimono cling to her legs like a frightened child.<br/><br/>She bowed to them when they approached, holding her bow a hairsbreadth longer than necessary. When she straightened from her bow, she spoke, her voice soft and with the merest breadth of tension<strong>“Usagi Jiro-san. It is an honor. Kitsune Rina-san. I have looked forward to meeting you again. This is my cousin, Suzume Kyou-san.”</strong><br/>