Uchiha, Kamitsuke.
Feb 7, 2009 12:16:40 GMT -7
Post by M$ on Feb 7, 2009 12:16:40 GMT -7
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Uchiha, Kamitsuke .
Alias: --
Age: 17.
Height: 6 feet; 2 inches.
Weight: 153 lbs.
Gender: Male .
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral .
Birth Country: Fire
Village: Rain
Special:
Ninjutsu Specialist:
— Katon [ fire ]
— Raiton [ lightning]
— Suiton [ water ]
Genjutsu Non Specialist:
— Phantasm
Taijutsu Specialist:
— Burçdono Kenseijin [ f ] .
— Senbon Taitoku .
[butt bag]
[li]1 Yatake set. [ 1 slot ]
[/li][li]1 Large Ink Bottle [ 1 slot ]
[/li][li]80 Explode Tags [ 1 slot]
[/li][li]114 Senbon [ 2 slots]
[/li][li]10 Kunai [ 5 slots]
[/li][li]32 Makibishil [ 2 slots]
[/li][li]15 hira - shuriken [ 1 slot ]
[/li][li] 2 Soldier Pills [2 slots]
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Off Person: 1 Painting Scroll; Small scroll [c]; 1 windmill;
Primary Weapon:
Sword, Longsword (Overview) [x2]
Rank: "C"
Type: Main, Piercing/Slashing, Sword
Effect: Swords that slash hack, dice and anything else within this genre that reaches a certain length.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A Sword with a blade between 3 feet to 4. These weapons range from any types of blades such as the long Sword, the Falchion, Katana, Tachi, Jian, Rapier, the Scimitr, the Shinai, and Waster. Any of these weapons or any weapon that fits within the length is considered as a long sword.
Limit: These types of weapons may be capable of being bought inside any Weapon Shop
Cost: 4,000 Ryo
Rank: "C"
Type: Main, Piercing/Slashing, Sword
Effect: Swords that slash hack, dice and anything else within this genre that reaches a certain length.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A Sword with a blade between 3 feet to 4. These weapons range from any types of blades such as the long Sword, the Falchion, Katana, Tachi, Jian, Rapier, the Scimitr, the Shinai, and Waster. Any of these weapons or any weapon that fits within the length is considered as a long sword.
Limit: These types of weapons may be capable of being bought inside any Weapon Shop
Cost: 4,000 Ryo
Personality:
THE GOD: From what he has heard, and what he has been so easily stacked against, it is quite natural for a man such as he to believe in himself to a certain degree. Though, to take this belief and twist it to a certain extent, Hissori tends to take his own form of justice as being a self-proclaimed savior to those who so benevolently seek salvation whether they realize it or not, is of none of either party's concern however. Being a god, he acts and thinks beyond his own years, preaching and dictating actions of his opponents and subordinates in most cases, he usually acts as a god that simply watches intently as those beneath him squirm in their own pathetic cages, with a devious eye he lingers. Risen to be the answer to the Uchiha clan, Hissori is praised even away from those he knows of, being told as to be something even more powerful than his father himself.
THE ARROGANCE: Depicted as a fool by many of those he has conquered against in the past, Hissori can best be described a many that will never lose a battle of minds or strength. The reason for this you ask? Quite frankly, in his own idealisms, he is a work of art that cannot be touched by the filth that lurks through the alleys, though hell or even throughout Amegakure. He is a man who thinks of himself as untouchable to an extent that to receive a challenger able to step up to his abilities is once in a lifetime at the most at all. The heavens perhaps grew within his own mind, belittling those who dare sully the name of his squad or the society that it was based upon through the ideals of a god that had personally hand crafted his perfection. Friends? Family? Fools.. That's what they all amount to in the long run of things, whether he shows this within his cold and dank expression is another thing though, as his deep emotionless eyes scan through you, amounting you as the equivalent of trash commonly seen roaming the human world perhaps. Whether you do amount to trash, is simply based upon a brief first measurement, or even just a name. From that point on, you are only a statistic within this man's book of garbage individuals who have no skill, no minds, and like himself, no individuality.
THE JUSTICE: A tool of mankind to be used to his liking without any consent from himself, his very will bent to perfection by those who had a part in his very creation within the Uchiha compound. He obeys and acts upon their wishes, to protect those who seek salvation, and to destroy those who dare go against its will for even a brief moment. Hissori is a shell, a catalyst for something much greater than even himself, that something is called 'justice' whether you choose to interpret that as a positive trait or not, he simply acts upon the wills of what he is assigned to do. Whether it be hunt down his own brother, or to kill his very clan, he would do this act in a heart beet of its authorization. A heart of his own? A soul of his own? What such things could these be? Whatever they could represent, these material possessions are lacked within this man's beings who runs on strings, acting like a marionette to a puppet master much greater than himself, the law and justice that founded the society he was created within. A hollow beast, a manikin of fake ideals and a soul amounted of dust and hopeless dreams that crashed into despair upon the day it all fell into a drowning despair.[/blockquote]
Appearance:
What a man, truly the embodiment of a soul blessed from the heavens. Put together by the perfectionist within god and the neat handy work of the devil, all sewed together to form Hissori's very essence. Whether be it his visage, or his fit framed physique, he is truly an astonishing individual to catch a glimpse at when walking down the empty roads he might one day be spotted within, while the next he would be seen sitting elegantly within the Uchiha’s clan's most noble position of clan leader.
Soulful and restless spirits fade through Hissori's elegant onyx eyed stare. Perplexed and frozen within a timeless capsule, his soul seems forever tainted with foulness, spread across his expression since the day he was born into the world of spirits. A scowl, no perhaps simply a smile faded and blurred into nothingness is all that will bless those who look upon his elegant visage, portrayed as an arrogant leader who knows best, his eyes never truly revealing his motives or thoughts when it comes down to it. Hair as black as night, falling gracefully in a sleek and rather well groomed manner. Though in the front and back he keeps several rows of his beautifully styled lochs in small 'tendrils' put together with a thin silken fabric, giving him even more of a feminine tough than his metro sexual persona might give off. Though it is quite normal across his entire body, he usually is seen completely clothed, besides his face, and thus implicating his quite pale and smooth vanilla colored skin tone.
With the figure and motions of the most graceful of men, even rivaling some rather masculine females, Hissori is known for his more carefully put together physique and somewhat delicate nature while in battle and in usual life style choices. Though this doesn't imply that he is out of shape or too scrawny at all, being quite the opposite as a matter of fact. Being of the more experienced shinobi within Ame, Hissori is known as quite the threat, and it shows by his palm strikes and deadly footwork. Though he doesn't work out, his body is indeed muscular where it matters, though he is in no way too fit or overly masculine. His abdominals are as well as fit as many individuals, and for this reason he seems to retain the more normal and average physique rather than being too skinny or bulky where it counts.
His footwork is something admired by many within the shinobi ranks, giving him quite the fast motions in battle, mainly courtesy of the cat woman who once taught him everything he now utilizes in terms of speed and shun shin based abilities. This per say, had to do with a lot of his current shape and form, giving his body a well toned manner, though his legs are by far his pride and glory in terms of ability. Training with them extensively, his shun shin and leg based abilities strive to be the best with an even more muscular form than his upper body for utilizing full effort in battle.
*The constant shifting of power within Amegakure has birthed many factions intent on taking over territory; as such, Kamitsuke has found the need to hide his face from all potential enemies, masking his appearance behind an instrument of porcelain. Through such a mask, which hooks around his head, the only visible part of his facade are those blood-stained eyes, which stare from within with a vision of power. A large cloak now rests atop his normal shinobi clothing, ebony in color, and serves well to keep anything on his person hidden from those needed-- everything except his heritage, as the Uchiha Clan's symbol can be seen clearly on his back.
*Thinking himself a master of his kekkei genkai, Kamitsuke no longer finds the need to deactivate it to conserve chakra-- no, he has far surpassed that in both power and skill, and as a result seems to keep his Sharingan active at all times, although he still relishes in viewing the world as it truly is, and not always through those accursed eyes.
NinJutsu Techniques:
Below.
GenJutsu Techniques:
Below.
TaiJutsu Techniques:
Below.
History:
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Journal #1.
I guess the story begins with my birth within The Hidden Rain Village, also known as Amegakure. My life was normal, I guess; it was a small family of four, me, my brother, my father and my beautiful mother. We lived like any other family, i guess; my mother and father were both retired shinobi's, but they continued to work as a means to supply for the family. My brother was slightly older than me by a couple years, and I suppose that gave him the thought that he could simply bully me around. I was too little to fight back at first, but as I grew and my body developed, he would find it increasingly harder to defeat me.
Unlike him however, the thought of battle was extremely glorifying to me, and I did my best to avoid encounters for the simple sake of not causing pain. He, on the other hand, thought that strength was the key to success, and I couldn't even lie, his skills in battle were astounding, especially considering how young he had been when he defeated a Chuunin in a spar. For the most part, we both looked alike, although my spiky ebony locks were slightly longer than his, and his body was more well toned than mine. Both of us however possessed mind transfering powers, due to us being part of the Yamanaka Clan.
I entered the academy two years after my brother, and by the time I graduated, he was already promoted to the rank of Chuunin. While in the academy, my teachers recognized that I wasn't much of the fighter type, and introduced me to more advanced forms of Ninjutsu. My skills weren't developed enough to be great at utilizing the art, but with practice i was surely to become a master. I would still need something to defend myself, and although Genjutsu was powerful, it was painful, and so I decided to simply take on Taijutsu, where I could control the amount of damage i caused. My brother did the same, except instead of Ninjutsu, he excelled in the arts of gen.
The teachers of the academy held high expectations for me because of my brother, and I aimed to please. I flew through the tests, my extreme control over my chakra allowing me to conquer my opponents in battle, as well as utilizing my intelligence to overcome written exams. I graduated and received my shinobi headband, which I have kept rapped around my neck from the moment I received it. My graduation from the academy had made my brother proud, and it was then that he introduced me into the horrors of our bloodlimit - the Sharingan. The last thing I remembered was looking into crimson eyes, and then I -
- we had some things to discuss.