Tee Emm [The Sunagakure Tempest]
Sept 13, 2009 10:16:20 GMT -7
Post by Leonov on Sept 13, 2009 10:16:20 GMT -7
♠♦♣♥ ~ The Roaring Tempest
"I am more than a simple specimen."
Birth Name: [Forgotten]
Used Name: Tee Emm
Current Alias: The Mothman
Actual Gender: Male
True Age: 24
Blood Type: AB+
Bloodline Limit: Hitobitomae ~ Chi-Renzu
Laterality: Ambidextrous
Rank: [3040 | 5500]
Main Specialty: Ninjutsu|Taijutsu
Miscellaneous: ANBU - Dragon [Future] | Herbalism | Grandmaster
Specialties
- Ninjutsu Releases
- Sound [Mastering]
- Water [Mastering]
- Earth [Mastered]
- Wood [Mastered]
- Paper [Mastering]
- xxx
- Taijutsu Fighting Styles
- Bowman [Mastered]
- Weapon Specialist [Future]
- Senkou Kensei Kenshiki [Future]
- Boxing [Future]
- Rokushiki [Future]
- xxx
- Genjutsu Perceptions:
- Figment [Mastering]
- xxx
- xxx
- xxx
- Clans Affiliations:
- Hitobitomae [Mastered]
- xxx
- xxx
- xxx
- Miscellaneous
- ANBU - Dragon [F]
- Herbalism
- Grand Master
♠♦♣♥ ~ A Real Charmer
[atrb=border,0,true]Appearance: He has a lean yet mean body structure, thin enough to know he doesn't stuff himself with whatever he feels like eating, yet obviously visible that he eats his greens and meat. He has prominent shoulders with a strong chest and muscled arms, with a thin neck. He has a thin waist, with a broad waist that are supported by strong legs. At first, he may seem weak and frail, but when he gets down to business, it's sometimes bad if you ever find on the receiving end of his attacks. He's quick yet powerful, and agile yet with strong endurance.
When the mask is off, he has black skin that covers not only his face but his whole body. His hair‘s fashioned into dreads. His eyes are crimson, like every other Hitobitomae of the same sub-species as him, the Flesh Fly. He has a normal nose and mouth like any human, and no traces of a mustache or beard on his face. With the mask on, however, it looks sleek and aerodynamic, specially made to improve his flying. It's used as a Gas Mask, Range Finger, and a helmet to cushion any falls or to block any wind getting in his face.
Starting from the neck down, he has a thin neck with two white spots on each opposite side. He has broad shoulders, leading to his string chest and long arms. On his chest, he has five white spots that form an outline for a pentagram-like shape. He has a pattern of three white dots on the top of his arm, on his elbow, and on his rest, for both sides. His hands are large and powerful, as well as his torso, without any white dots to distinguish it. Usually, he wears a simple black or tan sleeveless shirt that is tight yet comfortable, or a simple black cloak that has small holes in the back for his wings, as well as the shirt.
From his waist, he has a single white dot on opposite sides of the waist, which is wide and sturdy, leading down to strong legs and ending up with large, powerful feet. He has white dots on both sides of the outside of his thighs, one on each knee, and a single white strip spanning around both ankles. Usually, he wears black or brown training pants that are tied with a red sash as a makeshift belt. He wears black boots for shoes, and tucks the cuffs of his pants inside his shoes for convenience.
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 173 lb
Skin Color: Dark
Eye color: Crimson
Hair color: Black Dreads
Normal Outwear: Loose, Brown Gi
Accessories: Gas Mask, Sunglasses
♠♦♣♥ ~ And A True Man
"You just gotta look deeper."
Alignment: True Neutral
Religion: Agnostic
Likes: Women, Conversation, Knowledge, Challenges.
Dislikes: Killjoys.
Hobbies: Studies herbalism and trains, or spends time with a anyone he may take an interest to. Enjoys conversing with others.
Overall Personality: After going through hell when trying to return his memory of his past life, which failed, he grew into a life of solitude, usually keeping away from other people, and if ever confronted, usually keeps to himself, answering as shortly and simple as possible. If asked a question, he would either answer back with another question, or just make a just-as-confusing answer. He is very hard to understand, and hard to predict in numerous situations, usually going with the more ambiguous course instead of the easier one. Trying to get anywhere close to him in terms of relation is practically impossible.
The stress of trying to return his memories has gotten to him, and he simply gave up on trying to do so, at least for a while. However, whenever he goes over the edge, he practically goes insane, mourning and grieving over his lost memories, and over his unknown past. Even after finding his birth home, where he came from, after meeting each one of his supposed brothers and sisters, and slaughtering each one after getting the answers, he never got closure. He still, whenever possible, attempts to keep on his search, to try to find the history of the Hitobitomae, how they were created, and how he became the horrendous monster that he is.
Taking a more philosophical view on life, he realized that things are planned out, that one, two, or maybe a whole group of people, when together, form a sort of bond that will lead to predestined results, that your fate is determined not by higher-beings, but by others, your friends, your rivals, whoever you may find yourself speaking with. You must choose your words carefully, your friends with care, your enemies with caution, for you may never know who may or may not be the death of you. he makes numerous quotes of uncertain origin, and sometimes does actions that others may find as unrothodox beyond reason. It's the way he thinks, there is no way of stopping his beliefs, he does what he sees fit.That is, this is the disguise he puts up. In actuality, his personality is drastically different around those he is comfortable with…
♠♦♣♥ ~ With A Painful Past
"And my past is behind me."
Birth Country: Rice Field
Current Village: Missing Nin
Known Village: Sand, Kusa
Orientation: Bisexual
Marital Status: Single
Overall History: Born in the Rice Fields, He was one of ten brother and sister Hitobitomae, each one one of the Flesh Fly subspecies. His life was simply when he was young, being cared for by his mother while His father did whatever he could to get the money, usually resorting to assassinations and working as a mercenary, though nothing too hard-core or serious, for he too wanted to savor his life for as long as possible. Things were going quite fine for Him and His family, nothing hindered the family, the brothers and sisters got along well, and the mother had no trouble caring for them, despite the fact that she had to care for ten little children in a single household. Things were going quite well, actually, but soon, disaster struck.
The father got caught up in the wrong assignment, expecting it to be a simple escorting mission, but instead, he got caught up in a terrible tribe war, between the Rice Fields and the Fang Country. The people that he was working for betrayed him, killing the person he was protecting, and then injuring the protector, the father, and throwing him into a river. There he floated for days, before regaining his health and barely returning home, only to find out that he was followed. The traitors took the guise of Rice Field country supervisors again, and branded the Mothman's family as traitors, as people who deserve the worst of punishments.
As the father returned home, a tribe of people swooped down on the family and brutally murdered the father and mother, and took each of the ten children away, to places unknown to anyone but the kidnappers. The Mothman himself was taken away by a man, a peasant who was taken into the mob by force, and sneaked him away from the others. He intended to keep this one for himself, but for what reasons, no one knew. He was only three years old, the youngest of the family, and He was taken away from his brothers and sisters, and will not see them for almost fifteen years...
Luckily, the man who took him was merciful, and even though they were practically revolted at the fact that the child was part fly, they still took him in as his guardians. They kept him a secret, for fear that the people around them will see this as harboring a fugitive, no matter how young, and would put them to death. They treated him like their own, with a few precautions to keep him unknown from the other citizens, and taught him exactly what a normal child would be taught his age, however, it could only go so far. They could not teach him how to fly, how to control his Bloodline abilities, that would need outside help.
But, soon, the suspicion began to grow, the other people began noticing the way the family was acting, how they never let anyone into their homes, how the female was practically never seen outside of the home, they began asking questions, and demanding answers as time went on. By then, He was seven years old, he heard of what had happened to his family, how he had got there, and took it like a man, asking nothing of it, and doing exactly what he was told. This, however, could not last very long. Soon enough, the others got fed up, and subdued the man, walking intot he home, only to see the female protecting Him like her own child. This outraged the villagers, as they realized that the child was exactly the same thing that they had hunted after four years ago.
The villagers, outraged, took the guardians and lynched them for harboring the fugitive and chased after Him as he fled the town. Things were looking bad, a seven year old in the wilderness with a whole group of people hunting after him wasn't a good thing. Quickly acting, He decided that he should flee the country, for someplace with a more tolerable group of people, someplace where he could actually test his skills with his Bloodline, someplace where he could just do what he wanted to do, a place where he could actually consider a home. He wanted to become a legendary shinobi.
A year. A whole year of becoming a petty thief of the streets, trying to steal as much money as he could to afford survival in this cruel world. He got enough money to get food, to live in a shabby room, and to search out for any trace of a village that could take him in. The search resulted in his travel into the desert. He was taken in by a small caravan of people who pitied him, a child so young stuck out in the desert. He took the help gladly, knowing somewhere deep inside he'd be dead if he doesn't take it. They took him into the caravan, supplied him the food and water he needed, and continued the trek through the harsh desert, through the unending sands and the harsh heat.
Soon enough, three years after his escape from the Rice Fields, he found himself in a grand city, in the middle of the desert, a place that had cheap housing and kind citizens. They looked past his appearance, and took him in as a citizen, giving him simple work with reasonable pay, and took him into a small orphanage where he stayed, until a messenger from an outside area came into the city. Apparently, the city had sent out message to the Sand village, reporting the coming of the child into the city. The messenger was to take him into the village and take him to the Kazekage, where he will be evaluated. Though not knowing at first, this was exactly what He needed, what He planned to do from the beginning.
The trip was uneventful, and as he was taken to the Kazekage, he was seen as a skilled child, who survived living along for a few years, and impressed the Kazekage, for there was no one like him. He was accepted into the village, and was immediately taken to the shinobi academy, where he began his training. It was also uneventful, with him passing the classes he needed to, though he passed through classes quicker than usual, and finally, he graduated the academy at the age of thirteen. He was quickly assigned to a squad, a group of three including Him and their Chuunin leader. They were a very good team, and immediately were put to the test by taking practically every single mission that was handed to them.
They accomplished every task thrown at them, showing that they were one of the best squads there, but unfortunately, the disaster struck on their thirteenth big mission. They were to spy on an enemy camp not too ar away from the Sand capitol, and take notes of their activity. They got there, and spent the night spying on what looked like a near-empty camp, when they struck.
A band of skilled fighters attacked the group, and quickly slaughtered His two teammates, and then finishing off their Leader. He was lucky, for he was able to quickly fly away from the group, as high as possible, and flew back to the village. Thus was the "Team 13 Massacre", and He fled back to his village, where he mourned for his fallen comrades.
A month after the Massacre, He was confronted by a man of the village, Joutei Dokuso, the village master Herbalist and one of the Yadosukisei, a Bloodline that He had no knowledge of. Joutei took Him in, let Him sleep in his home, let Him use the Garden underneath the house, and practically took him in as a guardian and a teacher. It was there that He learned the ways of the herbalist, and became even more skilled of a ninja. Joutei entrusted Him with his deepest, darkest secret, he showed Him his face, the face of the yadosukisei, of the Chakra Leeches and of the curse he must endure. This only showed Him that He could become an even more powerful shinobi, that he can become powerful regardless of his "disfugurement", of his Bloodline.
This went on, but, then, a series of three unfortunate events occured that disfigured His mind permanently. First, the disappearance of Joutei. Joutei confronted Him, and gave him every one of his belongings. Joutei said he was leaving, for a mission, and that it was very likely he won't return. He took it like a man, taking the stuff given and saying farewell to his old master. He never did return. Then, He took a mission, a high ranking one at that, and went out in an assassination mission. Halfway through it, however, he was attacked by an enemy, and knocked out, taken prisoner. There, he was brutally tortured, had his wings ripped out and his body stabbed and gouged, before they left him for dead in the middle of the desert. There, he crawled to his village, and almost made it, until he was caught by a group of muggers.
The muggers, desperate for money, quickly subdued him, and began brutally beating him, while taking all of his belongings. beaten to an inch of his life, he lay there, for a whole day, in the sun, and almost died if it wasn't for a group of Sand ninjas passing him by. They took him into the hospital, where he fell into a coma for a month, not responding to anything, barely living, barely breathing. But then, he woke up. With no memory, nothing. he couldn't remember his name, who and what he was, nothing. It took a month to recuperate, and as he exited the hospital, his mind was gone. Nothing was there, blackness, he remembered basic knowledge, but everything was gone with a whisper. At 18, he was a new man, but a lost one at that.
With a quick consul from the Kazekage, The Mothman, or so he called himself after hearing his whole story, and yet, practically believing none of it due to the torment that was caused to him, fled the village, not permanently, in search of answers. He trailed back through his life, from what he was told, to the Sand capitol, to the cities and places that he has been in, before finally, he found a trace. He found out of his birthplace, of the Rice Fields, and he quickly fled for the country. he needed answers, and he needed them now.
Finally, he arrived, and he began investigating. He went through every village, asking of the Hitobitomae and the war that ruined his family, before finally finding a trace. The Mothman found out where the leader of the mob that killed his guardians, and tracked him down. Confronting him, The Mothman threatened to kill him if he does not give answers. he did, telling of the war, of where they killed The Mothman's family, and where he could find the leader of the mob that killed his parents. Satisfied, The Mothman ended his life, and left for that man. He found him, a pompous fat lard with a weak defense, and The Mothman sneaked through it and confronted the man. More answers were given, and the man even gave the locations of every single one of his brother and sister.
The Mothman was the lucky one, every single one of his brother and sister were taken to prisons or were treated like slaves, and he decided that he would search each one of them out. Finally, the Mothman asked for where the hatching areas of the Hitobitomae were. Though at first, no answer was given, after some rough negotiations, was given the location. He killed the leader, and fled to search out his family. And so he did. He found them, one by one, in jails and prisons, working in mines, and he found and rescued each one, releasing them, and telling them in two weeks time, to meet up in their birth home. He has much to tell.
And so, the nine brother and sisters met up with him, in their remains of the home, now ut rubble and ash, and there, he told them his story, and they told him theirs. They talked, they exchanged conversation, and then, they called The Mothman their savior, for without him, they would be dead... though this was actually the case. Rumors spread of the return of the Hitobitomae family, and from the bushes, an armada of Bowmen stood, with bows at the ready. Without warning, they sent the barrage flying. Six of the ten died at that moment, with the survivors, Mothman two brothers and one sister tried to fly off. But, due to the torture and brutality his brothers went through, they could not escape. He was the sole survivor. One of the few mature Hitobitomae. And it was him, his fault, he was the Harbinger of his family's Destruction. He was, and always will be, an Envoy of the End. He is the Mothman.
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