CHARACTER
[series]
BLEACH
[full name]
Orihime Inoue
[age]
17
[gender]
Female
[canon point]
ch.440, immediately after Tsukishima's sword went through her chest. She knows it hasn't killed her, but it will take her some time to be convinced her arrival in Ukiyo isn't because of Tsukishima's doing.
[reference]
Bleach Wiki [personality]
On the surface, Orihime is your typical bubbly teenager. Hardly without a smile on her face, enthusiasm and positivity practically exude through her pores - which can admittedly be as annoying as it is infectious. Her sunny disposition stems from a genuine positive outlook on life and a tendency towards the more naïve side of the spectrum when it comes to viewing the world around her. She may appear clueless at times, and indeed there are some things that just fly right over Orihime's head - but it isn't ignorance so much as naiveté. It is her innocence and purity that are most notable in her characteristics, giving her a childlike quality that makes her seem both sincere and incredibly breakable.
Other childlike qualities are her unfortunate lack of coordination and impressive imagination. She has the sense of balance of a toddler, often tripping over things (herself included) and walking into things when her attention happens to be directed towards something much more pressing. Oftentimes, her clumsiness piques when she is particularly nervous, most notably when she happens to be around a certain crush of hers. She can at least excel in the imagination and creativity department, evident in her hobbies like Handicrafts Club and inventing different sports that she and her friends can play. She'd even once predicted her "future self" as a vicious robot (complete with missile-launching breasts) for a simple school assignment. Though there are times that her over-active imagination can hinder or distract her from actually accomplishing anything productive, it is also that very imagination and ingenuity that has saved her life and the lives of her friends on more than one occasion.
Despite being a bit flaky at times, her loyalty and love for her friends are unwavering. For Orihime, there is nothing more important than the safety and happiness of her friends. She has shown on more than one occasion that she is more than willing to sacrifice her own personal safety and happiness for the sake of her friends. Indeed, this self-sacrificial behavior seems to be her reflexive reaction in such situations. Rather than try to approach the problem and solve it in a way that might benefit (or at the very least, reprieve) all parties involved, Orihime tends to default to the only solution that puts herself at risk in one way or another. It's instinctive for her. She thinks less about the consequences when she is the only one to suffer with them, because her goal is to protect a loved one and so it is only that loved one's well being that becomes a priority.
This behavior may stem from her insecurities and how she generally views herself. While not necessarily self-deprecating, Orihime doesn't exactly possess that much confidence in herself. From her physical features to her self-worth to her ability as a fighter, Orihime's opinions of herself are either less than favorable or average at best. While many would argue she's got the body of a Greek Goddess, Orihime is actually a little embarrassed by her "assets." She's definitely got it, but she makes it a point not to flaunt it. She's never particularly considered herself very attractive or desirable, and the idea actually makes her more embarrassed than anything else. (Certainly, she's more than a little blind to all the attention thrown her way. For Orihime, it just doesn't make sense why anyone would notice her, so she just doesn't see it.) In the case of her skills, her time at Las Noches has definitely improved her perception of them. Though she still considers herself rather weak in terms of aggressive fighting (because, indeed, her empathy and compassion ultimately prevent her from becoming a true fighter at heart), Orihime is at least now more aware of her worth as a defensive position in battle. At the same time, though she has been literally told to possess the abilities that violates even the realms of Gods, it has hardly gone to her head.
Indeed, she could very well be more powerful than even Aizen could have ever predicted, but it is her heart and her compassion that prevents her from being as ruthless as she needs to be to achieve this power. She is a lover, not a fighter, and prefers to avoid confrontations of any sort as much as she can. She forgives easily (unless a loved one's safety is on the line) and would prefer to spare as many lives as possible, even if they so happened to be the lives of her so-called enemies.
Orihime is not without her contradictions. Despite her ditsy, naïve personality, Orihime constantly maintains one of the top marks in her class at school. She is clumsy and uncoordinated, but is shown to be quite skilled with her hands as an avid member of the Handicrafts Club.
Since the timeskip, we see Orihime has evolved as combatant. While still the pacifist, her past experiences and training have definitely strengthened her mentally as well as physically/spiritually. She still readily throws herself into danger to protect another but she shows signs of critical and strategic planning rather than rushing into action. Granted, she is still a little rusty with this (evidenced by her hasty use of Santen Kesshun with Tsukishima).
[orientation]
Ichigo-sexual. Orihime's infatuation with Kurosaki Ichigo - while certainly not the focal point of the series - has certainly been a constant. It is a major driving factor in her characterization, often coloring her interactions and decisions during pivotal moments in her life. What started out as a schoolgirl crush had grown into a love that she would happily fall into five times over. She hasn't shown to have an attraction towards anyone else in her canon, despite being the object of several others' affections. Most notable of this is Chizuru Honsho, who is openly out (and a little aggressive) about her feelings for Orihime. Orihime doesn't necessarily dissuade her advances, though this may just be because of her overall accommodating personality. She's still shown to be quite uncomfortable about the advances, so it's pretty safe to say she's predominantly heterosexual.
[appearance]
N/A
[wish]
For Ichigo Kurosaki to finally return her feelings. Now this wish was a mistake. Orihime immediately regretted it the moment she came to, and the details of her contract were explained to her. She'd made the wish without really thinking, intoxicated by the possibility of finally being noticed by the one she loves the most. In that moment, that was all she'd wanted after so many years of pining. But it was impulsive and selfish, much like her decision to say goodbye to Ichigo before being taken away to Hueco Mundo. Much like the moment she stopped herself from kissing him while he slept, she realized a little belatedly that such a wish would not mean anything real. With this wish, she would be stealing Ichigo's right to choose for himself.
[requested house]
Jisei. Despite her womanly figure, Orihime still manages to convey an aura of innocence that makes her seem almost breakable - like a doll. She is often childlike in her behavior, providing a youthful image that almost (emphasis on almost) nullifies or balances out her mature body. While Orihime could certainly meet Shiruku's requirements, the non-sexual services of Jisei would probably put her more at ease and make the acclimation to Ukiyo a little easier. Also, since the timeskip in her canon, Orihime has begun working for a local bakery, so it would be nice if that could be echoed through a part-time job at the Pan Bakeri.
[misc notes]
Two of the personal items taken from Orihime were her hairclips, meaning she is essentially powerless. Her abilities deal in spiritual awareness and power, so the jade bracelet she'd been given really only have to nullify those. She's notably durable, able to withstand several physical attacks, but this can be attributed to her background with karate. She's quite adept in hand-to-hand combat and has been said to possess the skills of a black belt.
Orihime's tattoo is located on her right shoulderblade, just barely curling over to be visible in the front.
SAMPLES
[network]
[ The image clears to reveal a rather lavish-looking bedroom, complete with a queen-sized bed, ornate wooden vanity, and matching wardrobe. Its pale cream walls are bare, though, save for a single painting of a lush garden scenery likely unable to be found anywhere within Ukiyo. They look like they could use a picture or two.
Working on a desk that the fansuwoth is currently sitting on is a young woman, head bent over her current task. Laid out before her is a single sheet of parchment and in her hand she holds an inked brush. She's clearly taking great care with her strokes, the tip of a pink tongue peaking out at the corner of her lips as she concentrates. ]
--ah!
[ It's a soft exhalation, the frustration more in her expression than her tone. For a moment she just sits there, glaring at her poor attempt at portraiture. But then the moment passes, and she lets out a heavy sigh, visibly deflating. Her fingers lightly touch the parchment's edges, and her smile is sad. ]
Forgive me, Sora… Drawing was never my strong suit.
[ She reaches into the table drawer for another piece of parchment, and it's only then that she notices her fansuwoth on and facing her. She blinks at the screen, realization creeping in and each second of it showing clearly on her face. ]
A-Ah! [ Hastily, she shoves the parchment to the floor, out of the view of the screen. Her face is as red as her hair by now. She lets out a brief, nervous giggle. Her eyes flicker towards the fallen picture a little guiltily. ]
I-I don't suppose there would happen to be any artists here…?
[prose]
Please, she wanted to say. The plea was there, on the tip of her tongue and desperate, ready to reach out to this man whom she'd only just met, whose face she still couldn't quite see properly in the flickering candlelight. Instinct would have her appeal to his sympathy, his humanity, but common sense told her he wasn't likely to have either for having purchased her at all.
Purchased. It tasted vile on her tongue, almost as bad as the taste his lips left on hers. She was his doll, made to stay still and perfect and pristine as he had his way with her, covering her body in sweat and saliva that reeked of too many cigarettes. He was touching her, more than anyone had every touched her before, and she felt anything but perfect and pristine.
She was crying, but the press of something hot and hard against her thigh told her he liked that, which only made her cry some more.
She tried her best, though. Never let it be said that she didn't at least try to imagine him as someone else, someone with broader shoulders, a slimmer torso… orange hair. It was the first time her imagination had ever been found wanting.