Tasty Wilderness v2
Dec 8, 2013 0:59:23 GMT -7
Post by I C H I R O™ on Dec 8, 2013 0:59:23 GMT -7
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不幸 一死 人死に
- Name – H'enrigato, Takuya.
- Alias(es):
- 'Crank [ACN]
- Ichiro [Sub. 1st]
- 'Crank [ACN]
- Age – 21
- Gender – Male
- Alignment:
- Lawful Evil (Destroyer) - Actively walks with the law, order, good, and all other would-be constraints on doing whatever he or she feels like doing as long as within their code of conduct.
- Birth Country – Kusa no Kuni [Grass].
- Village – Kusa [Grass].
- Rank – Chuunin [Ex-Kusakage|Dragon ANBU]
- Kekkei Genkai:
- No Kekkei Genkai.
- Power Classification:
- A – The A-Rank Difficulty Class is the next step of power. They are capable of performing Major Types of feats and techniques and skills. These are the high powered types of Classes and most classes of this power and magnitude are the most likely capable of being picked in order to become Kage or even Sannin. An A-Rank Difficulty Class person must have an amount of 3000 Training points in order to be considered as an A-Rank Difficulty Class Ninja. The A-Rank Difficulty Class are the type of People capable of summoning S Rank Summons.
- Current Profession:
- Shinobi/Kekkei Genkai Hunter – A unique class, one of this profession are known for their vast knowledge and their plethora of abilities. These type of people abide by their village's code, doing whatever told by the higher ups while doing all they can to gather up intel on that of Bloodlimits, experimenting on these types of shinobi is never too far out of the picture.
- Shinobi/Kekkei Genkai Hunter – A unique class, one of this profession are known for their vast knowledge and their plethora of abilities. These type of people abide by their village's code, doing whatever told by the higher ups while doing all they can to gather up intel on that of Bloodlimits, experimenting on these types of shinobi is never too far out of the picture.
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- Methodology
- Ninjutsu Specialist
- Taijutsu Specialist
- Ninjutsu Specialist
- Talents
- Katon [Fire]
- Doton [Earth]
- Ototon [Sound]
- Hiraishin
- Goutetsu / Goken / Ansatsuken
- Enten Kobushi
- Buredono Kenseijin
- Phantasm
- Nara
- Sensor
- Katon [Fire]
- Miscellaneous
- ANBU Dragon
- Summoner: The Seiyuuki Family
- Sealist (Hiraishin[N])
- Jack of Trades [Uni. Nin]
- ANBU Dragon
- Height: 5'10"
- Weight: 153 lbs.
- Hair: Gray.
- Eye Color: Gray / Cerulean
Angelic Sights.
- Eye Colour: Takuya, a truthful and delicate piece of the Land of Grass occupies that of a Cerulean eye color, this being the birth color of his eyes, however he holds no shame to wearing contacts which are usually Emerald or Sky Blue.
- Height/Weight: Stands at an intriguing height of five foot ten at the age of 19 and Weighs in at approximately one hundred fifty-three pounds and indeed does he handle his business being quite fit for his age they all say. At times he comes to quite consider himself a Magnificent Piece of Life, a breath of the Lord himself.
- Hair Colour/Texture: Dons silky gray to that of silver strands that drop to that of the end of his face/neck unless left to grow further or cut shorter. To the touch his hair is quite smooth, a deal smoother than that of the usual shinobi. It would be considered just as lovely as a female's own at times and usually scents of Rose just can't help but slip from the conditioned strands.
- Skin/Other: Around his neck is are dual necklace, both silver and given to him by the beings who birthed him. His skin? Almost past that of a pale color in, soft to the touch and to seem like that of feathers upon an angel's wings, smooth as sound is the touch of a warrior born in Kusa. Upon both forearms are wrapped snow white bandages for several useful purposes. While bandaging surrounding pretty much his entire torso to hide battle scars can be found with ease.
Attire 1.
- That of his standard garment one would assume. Consisting of nothing more than "fancy wear" Takuya dons that of any onyx tuxedo. A white button up shirt and of course a decent blazer over this, a tie around his neck which would also be Onyx. A pair of slacks tighten around the shinobi's lower body and a pair of customized dress shoes just perfect to fit his personality; all in all it would be considered a pair of "shoes". A silver band can be found along his left ring finger and a piercing in each of his ear lobes, his necklace in place and as always his Kusa forehead protector hanging from his back right pocket unless stated otherwise. His hair is usually styled in its own manner when in such an attire.
The view from his eyes:
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So much agony and hate; that was my life.
I was all so disturbed, even at birth. It had seemed as though my cries were too weak, my eyes couldn't open as wide as they really wanted to and the smiles that filled the room were like... The only things keeping my petite heart pumping that fluid these veins loved and needed all so desperately. It was almost like I'd been on the brink of death, I hadn't known for sure myself but enough is enough. This was but the beginning of such a tragic life for the child named after his father and uncle. Things were all so simple for a beginning such as that one.. The happiness that was flooding the hospital room that day hah...incredible, too bad the birth was in the midst of a d**n wanna-be civil war. My family grew apart, hated one another and as a toddler all I could do was play with iron, kunai and shields... Making music with mom.
Her pink eyes always had me, from the moment I looked at her to the moment I was sleep - it was as though she'd put me in this transe, but I didn't care. As long as I lived I would be in her grasp, she wouldn't leave me. My growth like any child born at times like these would progress dear quickly, every other day would I hear a cry from another young boy asking where mom or dad is only to hear that this little war was tearing them from families. It was sad but my interest in making noise was worse. Tired of the war, my father would take me and sit me down on his lap, a kunai in his hand and put it close to my chest... And with a smile, a warm smile like no other man would use - he would say "This here is a tool of Justice even when you're suffering injustice." He would press it to his wrist and smile harder, his ebony lockes swaying before hi eyes as he winced, "Should you break your own laws, or the laws that lead you - there will always be justice, smite yourself and cover the wound, no medicine, no anti-biotic. This is a man's world."
I don't kno why but during those times, I would laugh, not knowing exactly what he was talking about but his words, I could never forget. The years I'd lived me ten upon this point, my chest looked as devilish as a battlefiled stinched of blood and burning flesh, boils busting upon their skin and the bones of these fighters pushing from their bodies. By now of course the sight had changed, but I was a rather hard-headed child... The pain was just so relieving. My father had taught me Justice, right from wrong, and my mother had taught me love. I could walk upon my own two feet now... Before I could go to school my old man would look to me and say pretty much the exact same thing with a smile, "I've taught you justice, and your mother has taught you love... Now you must teach yourself to be a warrior - your scars will do you right" Odd but the pain was like a warning... Though it's gone you will always remember it and do all as you pleased to keep away from it... But these morals I own, I will NOT break myself.
The times would pass and learning to fight would grow more shallow and more shallow. Easier and easier with every breath, every step I'd take. It was almost like breaking windows. Once you'd broken that first frame it will always be easy to do it again, but myself, a pyromaniac, noise brewer and explosive lover - I was progressing past anyone, excelling further than anyone in my classes. I had vowed to clear my name, to not have to do as many things as my father did, to keep up with what was before me and what was coming to me. I knew what I had to do, and I would never forget. So calm and cool at one point and than outrageous in the next. I was just, incredible, plain and simple. I was, a Magnificent Piece of Life.
morality
purpose
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