Hokami, the Hidden Onigami Shouta!
Jun 5, 2014 9:54:30 GMT -7
Post by The Creator on Jun 5, 2014 9:54:30 GMT -7
O N I G A M I
鬼神
S H O U T A
翔太
..: name || Onigami Shouta
..: alias || "Hokami"
..: bloodline || Onigami
..: age || 25 (Has aged 11 years)
..: gender || Male
..: rank || "A"-Rank
..: title || Oto Genin
..: village || Otogakure
..: place of origin || Yu no Kuni
..: alignment || Chaotic Neutral
.: Ninjutsu Master :..
--
.. Doton* ..
.. Fuuton ..
.. Saton* ..
.. Katon* ..
.. Mokuton* ..
.. Houton* ..
.. Suiton* ..
.. Shape Transformation* ..
--
.. Onigami* ..
.. Marksman* ..
--
.. Grand Master (Onigami) ..
.. Grand Master (Marksman) ..
.. Grand Master (Shape Transformation) ..
.. Jack of All Trades (Ninjutsu) [1000]..
.. Jack of All Trades (Ninjutsu) [1500]..
.. Artisan (Bowyer/Fletcher) ..
.. Ritualist (Deception) ..
.. Jack of All Trades (Miscellaneous) ..
.. Undecided ..
.. Undecided ..
* denotes mastery.
--
The Sound Onigami
鬼神
S H O U T A
翔太
..: name || Onigami Shouta
..: alias || "Hokami"
..: bloodline || Onigami
..: age || 25 (Has aged 11 years)
..: gender || Male
..: rank || "A"-Rank
..: title || Oto Genin
..: village || Otogakure
..: place of origin || Yu no Kuni
..: alignment || Chaotic Neutral
.: Ninjutsu Master :..
--
.. Doton* ..
.. Fuuton ..
.. Saton* ..
.. Katon* ..
.. Mokuton* ..
.. Houton* ..
.. Suiton* ..
.. Shape Transformation* ..
--
.. Onigami* ..
.. Marksman* ..
--
.. Grand Master (Onigami) ..
.. Grand Master (Marksman) ..
.. Grand Master (Shape Transformation) ..
.. Jack of All Trades (Ninjutsu) [1000]..
.. Jack of All Trades (Ninjutsu) [1500]..
.. Artisan (Bowyer/Fletcher) ..
.. Ritualist (Deception) ..
.. Jack of All Trades (Miscellaneous) ..
.. Undecided ..
.. Undecided ..
* denotes mastery.
--
The Sound Onigami
Personality
Acute Paranoia || Those who suffer paranoia are often thought to be shy, suspicious of their surroundings, or suspicious of the people who comprise it. Those who suffer from acute paranoia have such a suspicion that it begins to invade or conquer other aspects of their everyday life. Many who suffer from acute paranoia become recluses or conspiracists and effectively shut themselves off from the outside world. In almost every case, the victim wears a very tough shell and is often analytic or fearful.
Observant || Those who are observant strive to become completely aware their surroundings at all times. They carefully watch anything they are able to in order to determine their attributes and motives. They are analytic in other aspects of their personality as a result, and have the ability to quickly build an encyclopedia of people met, seen, and of places visited.
Patient || Patient folk, as said by some, are people that have transcended the mundane fear of time and are quietly content with the present. Their lack of fear gives them an aura of stillness in which they slowly go about their tasks. This manifests itself in the way they react to tasks being done slowly, often thought to be in a "timely" manner, or in the way they perform these tasks themselves. This does not mean they are content with their present self but rather they possess a perspective of understanding in which time is fickle and almost always an agent of unpredictable consequences.
Quiet || The quiet people in the world tend to be the listening half, relative to the bubbling, extrovert counterparts who comprise the opposite half of the population. Observant rather than conclusive, being quiet is often the trait of careful or analytic people. Those who are quiet are often thought to be imaginative and thoughtful. The quiet woman speaks very little and the quiet man even less. Some extreme cases are those who refuse to speak at all; this is prevalent in spiritualism and Enlightenment schools of thought.
Protective || Those who are protective are often peaceful until threatened. There are many variants of protectiveness: those prolific in friendships might be protective of their loved ones while lone wolves might be protective of themselves or their territory. Protective folk can be explosively violent, or slow to rouse, depending on the other traits that define them. In any case, even protective pacifists have been known to throw their ideals out the window if they feel like their friends, or the weak, are in danger.
Fearful || Fearfulness usually resides in the subconscious and is not typically considered to be a characteristic of oneself. The lives that the fearful lead are often erratic due to the worry of their future, their surroundings, or themselves. Those who are fearful often search subconsciously for something to cling to but do not consciously accept it very easily.
Compulsive Liar || There are many types of liars, the most extreme of them impulsive. They often "stack the deck" when it comes to their history, stories, or attributes. Some are liars that will tell lies suddenly without any cause for them. Others often lie whenever questioned or responding to something. Compulsive liars often construct huge webs of false stories, people, and ideas only to stumble into it themselves when they fail to juggle all the lies they've told.
Hyperthymesia || Those with a photographic memory, and in rare cases, a perfect memory, can delve into their past as if it was laid out before them. Because of this, their perfect recall is often paired with time-consuming lapses into the past when recovering a memory. The ability to sense past events with such extreme detail is a often regarded as a beautiful and elusive trait that only very few possess. Because of this, a man can pass as an intellectual whilst only recalling, and taking some time to do so, something that he had previously read or experienced.
Traits
Suspicious || Since their young age the user has learned their parent or sibling has lied to them about something dear.+5 Observation Checks, +1 per Die on Observation Rolls
Able Learner || The user has great aptitude for learning. All Skill die are multiplied x1.5
Blood of Dragons || Long ago, your ancestors' blood mixed with that of dragons. User gains a +5% trait bonus on Observation checks, gain Low-light vision, and gain a +2 Heritage bonus on saves against sleep and paralysis.
Havoc to the Society || Through countless hours studying vast libraries of Chakra power, they have learned how to cause greater damage to their foes. +10 Armor Points damage for all jutsu
Eidetic Memory || A few rare humans have perfect recall, allowing them to remember minor details from an event that others have long forgotten. They gain +5 heritage bonus to all Academia and Jutsu Lore checks. User gains a +10 heritage bonus on Observation checks to detect a disguise. The user also gains a +1 Racial bonus to Die Rolls pertaining to Academia Learning and Jutsu Lore. If they have any questions about an event, such as a person’s name or exactly what happened, their Game Master must tell them the details
Talented || User is a virtuoso musician, actor, or storyteller.+5 to Acting Checks, +1 per Die on Acting Rolls
Appearance
Height || 5' 7"
Weight || 145 lbs.
Voice Sample || Here
Onigami || The Onigami are not necessarily of frail or sickly body but of a sluggish growth. They do not survive longer, per say, because of it, but nearly all of their clansmembers look much younger than they actually are. Because of this, Shouta's age is not easily determined based solely upon his looks. He looks much more like a fervent youth than a young adult which is further pronounced by his small frame and lack of muscular definition. Another defining characteristic of those of the Onigami bloodline is the glowing, red orbs that behold the power of Tasukeru. These eyes are extremely distinct to members of their bloodline and is an immediate identifier of the Onigami.
Shouta || Shouta is of a pale colour which accentuate his sharp features. His hair is red and short, almost shaven, leaving only a seemingly thin film of red hair that is placed over a rounded scalp. Below are thin, dark eyebrows that, at a glance, might appear brown or black, but are actually a darker shade of the colour of his hair. The shape of his eyes are large and round and below that he has a smallish nose. His mouth is thin and small, hardly ever in a smile or opening to spill words out into the air.
Clothing || Shouta wears, over everything, a thick black coat that covers as much of his body as it can. With it is attached a black hood that he wears to cover his head. Over his face he wears a mask, akin to a bird, much like those of the plague doctors in ages long ago, with enough space to hide a gas mask under it. He wears black gloves under his hands and black boots to hide his feet. Given his paranoia, he is very uncomfortable to allow any of his skin to show.
Hokami || When Shouta looks in the mirror he is Shouta, but to others, he is Hokami. A faceless fellow that wears a creepily odd mask and all black over it. A short fellow, who very well could be a child, with a voice that, when rarely used, surprisingly resembles an aged man. He is an odd fellow who doesn't carry weapons (openly, at least) but wears a Otogakure headband around his neck so is usually regarded as an ally in the village and places close to it. But Hokami is not Hokami; he is a creation of Shouta to deter those who could use his identity for evil. Those who have faced him in battle say he is relentless and merciless, wanting to leave nobody who has witnessed his powers alive to live and tell others of his strengths and weaknesses.
History
Introduction || To me, the past is a dream that I float upon. Give me some time to reflect and I can walk you through my life as I lived it. But to tell my life as if it were a story is difficult work and the art eludes me; I admit I am no good at it. I will try my hardest, if it puts you at any ease, and give an account of my story as best as I can. I find that it is the details that make a memory truly brilliant to the one recalling it and that is what betrays me in retelling it in the end. I think leaving out many details will suffice shortly hereafter in this brief recollection of my past though, and if it doesn't, perhaps you can find me in the Village of Sound in some years from now when I am old and want to tell my story fully. Until then, I will attempt to draw you into my world and let you live life through my own eyes, if you still wish to continue, though much of it is difficult for me to pass through again.
The Lie || You must understand that when I look into the past, I look through the lens of the future. Some call it hindsight. But even in reliving moments that, at the time for me, were happy I can feel anxious if I know that the moment was to be spoiled by looming disaster. But at the time, I was happy, and I could tell, because my memory reflected it. The sun shined brighter in those days, the people were happier, and the world around me bloomed with life and health. My first memories were of my parents, though at the time I did not know they weren't my real parents, but when I recollect it, I look into their eyes and neither of them share my unique iris. My father was brown eyed, brown hair, of gentle face and vicarious composure. My mother was a chef, and a damned good one so I thought, with sky blue-colored eyes that could darken to thunderheads in mere seconds. She was a considerate lady but strong and fierce, in a way. My father, as I think of him now, did not have a job. He would tell me that he "studied chakra" one day and then "taught ninjutsu" another, which I don't find to be jobs of the paying variety. Nevertheless, he offered his son tutelage at a young age which eventually brought around my skill with Tasukeru, my Onigami doujutsu which were as much of a surprise to him as they were me, as well as tutored me in elementary chakra manipulation and techniques.
I learned quickly, and he told me many times that I was a prodigy. But it was just my memory; I don't think my parents knew of my memory because it was only after the last time I had ever seen them that I realized that other people did not share my powerful memory recall. In any case, my father was taken to me extremely quickly because of my prodigious future. I eventually learned that he never really loved me for me, which is partly why what happened ended up happening, but for my talent. But at the time I thought that he was obsessed with me and it seemed that his enthusiasm had bubbled over to Mom and they had both taken a certain liking to me. I thought it was love but I since have questioned exactly what love was. They were in love, there was no doubt, but it was not with me.
Then it came. I had started to get to the age where I began to make friends with other kids my age. We'd play stupid games like Ninja and Cross the Bridge with ridiculous rules that would usurp entire days. You know how it goes with kids that young. But, perhaps you don't; I don't know what a "spotty" memory is and have trouble understanding how you do not understand your younger years. In any case, it was from my friends that I had learned that I was, well, adopted. And they told me why...and then it became clear. I was furious at myself for being so childishly ignorant to what was right in front of my eyes and as a result I was enraged towards my parents. I remember going home that day, walking up to my abode as the blue sky melted into a reddish sunset that set the horizon ablaze, and confronting them, a mixture of terror and fury. "Just tell me" I said in my eight year old voice, "the truth, I just want the truth." But they denied it. They were relentless in their denial, exciting grief and anger within me, saying, "How could you ask such terrible things, Shouta?" But that only made it worse. The EYES, I wanted to tell them, I'm not STUPID. But the words didn't come. Only rage. And tears, but not sad ones. The ones you got as children when you were so scared of how angry you were.
I left. With nothing but the clothes on my back, I ran. I spent my first night in the woods, terrified, angry, full of grief, and cried myself to sleep as I heard shouts in the distance that sounded eerily like my name.
Sounds and Stages || I thought I was going to die in the forest. I had spent two days with only scavenged berries, which thank the Ancestors were not poison, and brook water before I decided to head back to my "family". My pride would be hurt, but if you've ever starved, you'd know the feeling of doing anything for food. But I did not know the forests well, and another two days passed without meeting any road or clearing in the woods. By then the fear of the woods had faded and the terror of dying had begun to set in. It was on the fifth day, after my fifth night, when I collapsed. I had a feeling that where I lay was where my bones would rest for the rest of time and as I closed my eyes to sleep, to give into the weakness that consumed me, I heard wooden wheels creaking under a wagon. I was dazed in my state of hunger, and had not known that I had, indeed, found a road and, indeed, a well-traveled one. I was picked up by a troup of actors heading from Yu no Kuni all the way to the Capital of Sound, and then home in a Ninja Village nearby. They saved my life, took me in, and became the family that I once had but no longer wished for.
I was thankful but suspicious. Every time an older man or woman approached me with soothing words and food, I would relapse into my memory of my fake mother and father insisting that I was of their blood. Wanting to use me for my eyes and my gifts. I didn't tell anyone of this, but I knew they sensed my cold looks and shy attitude. But it was more than just shyness; what those folks that I used to call my "Parents" had done was make me paranoid. Very paranoid. I found myself relapsing into that furious memory over and over, where the world had seemed to turn a tinge of red, as if the sunset had extended through the sky and painted the village in it's bloody rays. It was a long time before I talked to anyone. For a while they gave up on me and thought that I was deaf or dumb, that they would drop me off in the next village and be done with me. But that was before their first show.
By the end of it, I was breathless. I can count on one hand how many times a piece of art had made me forget to breathe, and that was the first time. I fell in love with the show, with the acting, with the actors, and later it would foster my love of creation. That's when I opened up, as anyone I feel like would have, because we all open up to artists who create something we love. They were surprised at my words and at my praise, and even moreso in how I almost could perfectly reenact someone's part. Then they started throwing the word "prodigy" around again and I became nervous. Flashbacks hit me like claps of thunder. "I don't want to act, but I want to watch." I had told them. I didn't want them to use me. And they didn't. And that was how I began to tour with an acting troup for two years. I learned a little of acting myself, but very little because I was afraid they'd use me, but was "invaluable" in helping rehearsals. I soon became a critique for major scenes and then entire plays because I could read them and remember them exactly.
And it was one day when we had finally returned from a tour back to our home in the Land of Rice, so they were called, in our finale show before we headed home towards Otogakure. I had told them it would be my last tour because I wished to study the nature of chakra. Old habits died hard, I supposed. I had a strange feeling that I was responsible for what happened. I told them it would have to be my last show; I never expected for it to be their last show..ever. We were ambushed on the way back. I don't know who exactly what happened because I had managed to flee before it happened. I was in the woods using the bathroom when the troup was ambushed and slaughtered. I heard the cries of surprise when I ran and then the final cries of terror, the ones you make before you're murdered, behind me. I knew the road but I kept far away from it, using Tasukeru to check from a distance, every once in a while, that I was on the right path. I didn't sleep for a very long time. And when I did I could see their faces staring at me. "You could have saved us, prodigy." "How could you be a ninja if you couldn't save us?" "You ran from the only people that truly loved you." These cut deep because, of course, because it was me who was saying that, not them. I was familiar with my own worst enemy. I made it back to the Village of Sound but was not the same person who had left it not too long ago.
Hokami || I lived in the troup's empty theatre; nobody would be performing there for a very long time. I spent those first days back hoping against hope that they'd return, that it was all a dream, and crying myself to sleep though I slept very little. When the grief passed, anger followed. One day I had accidentally destroyed something in the back of the theatre; a pottery prop I had knocked the floor and shattered. More followed and in those days a wrath consumed my actions and thoughts. Costumes were ripped, props destroyed; and then it eventually passed when I became utterly exhausted and disgusted with myself. I grieved only slightly more before I began to question just exactly who had done it. Everyone on the streets seemed to peer at me with a knowing: Did you do it? We found the troup dead and you were missing. along with It was us, the Sound, tired of that foolish circus representing our beautiful city. It destroyed me; any 10 year old boy will tell you that they would pay any price not to be a social outcast. But I didn't know of any price I could pay.
Instead, I became frightened for myself. Shouta was an innocent boy but I didn't have to be Shouta. I could be someone else. Like an actor who never dropped his role, then they would never know who I truly was. I donned masks and black robes and covered all of my body. I experimented with different costumes until I finally found the one. It spoke to me like a painting speaks to its patron: Hokami. So I became Hokami, a short fellow from the Land of Waterfall who loved theatre and wanted to be a Shinobi. I began to study up on my new character, Hokami, by reading books and books of Chakra. I eventually became extremely skilled in manipulation of it and began to unlock other secrets of my blood that extended past my Tasukeru. I joined the academy as Hokami and excelled, learning multiple different chakra natures and showed proficiency and intellect beyond those of my classmates. I was awarded the headband of Sound much earlier than the class I should have graduated with. And for then, the rest is beyond my sight, even that of the Tasukeru. I do not know what path is set before me, or when it will end, but I have much left to do in this world, so I hope, before I make my exeunt.