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Re: Kin Tsuchi app part. 3
Kin, mixed culture and all, didn’t have the most normal childhood, and though she was fully aware of it, it never seemed to bother her. She spoke fluent Japanese, English and Spainish(necessary for the region they lived in) by the time she was thirteen, and was a very active girl, taking Gymnastics, Martial Arts, Archery (her personal favorite), and extra tutoring to make sure she was ahead of her peers at the private school she attended.

If some of the Japanese kids that her parents wanted her to spend time with that were from prestigious, wealthy families ostracized her for being different then she never said anything, and if she got into fights down in the Asian district for being a ‘wannabe Japanese’ then her parents never brought it up. Kaito raised his daughter to be the top, the best in everything she did no matter the cost, and if that meant that she had to resort to violence to get the respect of her peers; then so be it. Kaito made sure his daughter wasn’t naïve about the outside world, though she wanted for nothing and had as much protection as her little heart desired(although that was usually very little) he taught her that nearly every person on the street would take everything from her to keep for themselves if they could. He was training her to be a lawyer like himself, and taught her how to analyze cases, everything from criminal and sexual to simpler cases like fraud and money laundering. Much to Keiko’s relief, he waited for such lessons until she was 13 or so, but Kin never really wanted to play house with the other kids anyway. She wanted puzzles and challenges, wanted the spark of pride when she beat someone and was more content listening in on her father’s meetings than playing with dolls.

The girl spent two years in public schools—her Junior and Senior year of High school before going into college—that her father insisted were necessary for her in order to ‘know the sorts of people she would be dealing with’, and it was there that Kin spread her wings. Her private schools had been small, the chances for enemies or practicing her manipulating talents on the ‘lesser ones’ were few and people were boring, truthfully presenting little challenges. They were all too quiet, to reserved or too ignorant and sheltered. The men were gutsy with nothing to back it up and the girls were frilly and not nearly driven enough to be respected, and even if they were, they didn’t know what they wanted.

Public schools though, now those were fun. Not only did Kin get to feed her love of violence—the private passion her father had only half-heartedly encouraged—with people that had their own styles of fighting that weren’t always ‘fair’ per se, but here were cunning people who were walking their own path and unafraid to trick, lie, steal, or otherwise con others in order to get what they wanted. They knew how harsh the world was, and used it to their advantage whenever possible. She could work with this kind of material.

For a teenager, her rebellions were small; fighting too much, collecting weapons almost obsessively(and developing a rather odd obsession with bells that alarmed her father), dying her hair blonde, gambling on occasion as she hit eighteen, refusing to ever have a clean room and mouthing off to important guests at dinners. Largely, she was daddy’s little girl, going to an elite law school and over achieving while interning as a third year student, excelling at her lessons and only getting bad marks for her attitude(“I don’t need this class, in fact, I’ll ace whatever assignment you give without coming to any lectures. Bring it, old man.”) and constant need to challenge her professors and even other students, thinking that she could do better than them.