Karisuma, Hono
Mar 31, 2015 15:42:02 GMT -7
Post by Karisuma, Hono on Mar 31, 2015 15:42:02 GMT -7
Basic Information
Name: Karisuma, Hono
Bloodlimit: Kamyuja (Chaos)
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 165lbs
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Birth Country: Oto no Kuni
Village: Otogakure no Sato (Taking Incentive)
Special:
Taijustu Master (Non-Molder)
Primary Weapon:
(x2) Gauntlet (Overview)
Rank: "C"
Type: Main, Bludgeoning/Piercing/Slashing, Gauntlet
Effect: A defensive and offensive armour used as a weapon or protection for the user's arms.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A Light Weapon. These weapons do +3 Amour Points of Damage. Metal or armoured gloves that allow the user to deal lethal damage with unarmed strikes. A strike with a gauntlet is otherwise considered an unarmed attack. The opponent cannot use a disarm action to disarm a user with gauntlets on unless they remove the gauntlets completely. Examples of Gauntlets: Brass Knuckles, Cestus, and Gauntlets.
Limit: These items may be bought inside any Weapon Shop.
Cost: 2,500 Ryo Each
Secondary Items:
Small Marbles x100 (10,000 Ryo)
(x2) Greaves (Overview)
Rank: "C"
Type: Main, Bludgeoning/Piercing/Slashing, Greaves
Effect: A defensive and offensive armour used as a weapon or protection for the user's legs.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A Light Weapon. These weapons do +3 Amour Points of Damage. Metal or armoured leg protectors that allow the user to deal lethal damage with their legs as unarmed strikes. A strike with a greave is otherwise considered an unarmed attack. The opponent cannot use a disarm action to disarm a user with greaves on unless they remove the greaves completely.
Limit: These items may be bought inside any Weapon Shop.
Cost: 2,500 Ryo Each
Non-Weapon Items:
Apparel:
Cloak Type 3 (Overview)
Rank: "C"
Type: Main, Tailor, Slot Holder, Holds 15 Slots (15 for Items of Scroll Length), Cloak/Harness
Effect: A Cloak that holds an amount of items inside without giving a hint that the cloak may actually hold items inside.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Picture A Harness and Cloak that attaches to one another. This harness is attached to the chest to be held up right that have long strips of leather reaching down to the cloak that attaches to the end of the cloak. Consider each strip to be a thick belt that attaches to the chest harness. Each harness has 5 pouches that holds 1/2 a slot each. These pouches are scroll length so they are able to hold knives, senbon, kunai and other items that are the same length as a scroll. This Cloak only has 6 belts that have a total of 15 slots to carry items inside. When hands are hidden inside user gains a +10 circumstance bonus to Sleight of Hand and Pick Pocket.
Limit: These type of items may be bought inside any Tailor Shop.
Cost: 1,700 Ryo
Character Depth
Personality:
Hono holds a benevolence whilst constantly fighting an unquiet mind. The greatest contributor that factors into who Hono is, is his mental disorder that has caused him to endure a life time of torture. Being alone as a child was only made worse with no one to guide him or warn him of the devastating effects Bi Polar disorder could have on not only yourself both mentally and physically, but to those you love most around you. Any attempts Hono made to reach out and be a part of the world he lived within was thrown back into his face creating a bitterness that still taints to happy facade he wears. When you live a life of uncertainty, sleep is sometimes the scariest act one can commit because, for Hono, he doesn't truly know who will wake up.
Despite the lack luster social skills, and his cold-snap temperament, the young boy was kind and true even though he always seemed to picked on. A moral sense of the high ground and that tended to the one last traveled. As an odd boy, this always seemed to be a factor subconsciously considered. Though, it wasn't a matter of right and wrong, but a matter of balance in the universe. This philosophy is the core of his morals and is the constant balancing factor in his mind to keep him mentally separated from his disorder. Still not able to understand when he is currently left ignorant to the fact with no way to gain the knowledge.
While people allow emotion to decide on key events in life, Hono manages to see past the blizzard of thoughts and feelings to see the truth in it all. A deeper connection is always what this man seeks. Some may see him as a villain while others see him as a Saint. But, by removing emotion, and instill the use of logic and reason into all things, Hono manages to understand that good and evil are always meant to be in balance much like yin and yang. Eliminating one would create chaos and that is something he knows to be true regardless of education or upbringing. Hono does this in order to properly evaluate and calculate the order of events he would need to take to persevere and make his proper way in the world.
And though he may seem to hard-ass at times, his child like demeanor an innocence keep causes an odd sort of charismatic aura to radiate about him.This always seemed to attract attention, good and bad. Meaning, Hono can sometimes be a jigsaw puzzle missing a few pieces, and regardless of his actions at the time; know that he always means well. His greatest flaw of it all would be his lack of fear and his bold actions which continuously get him into life or death situations.
With a constant battle internally, Hono is at a constant emotional and mental strain which only comes out at the worst of times in his life when his mood swings are too much to take and he is left unable to cope. And with this, and the disorder that causes it, it's as if Hono has two personalities at times. The confident bloodthirsty hero, or the quiet depressed villian who's wish are to watch the world burn. At least then, he can finally sleep warm.
Appearance:
Hono had always been, larger then those around him; allowing him to push himself further then what was thought humanely possible. Though, that was just it, he was of the Kamyuja and they were known to be at top physical condition and known to be extremely irresistible. Smooth skin rippled in thick muscles, sculpted like marble and shown like alabaster. His muscular system was impeccable, a true sign of his heritage. He was a war machine, even if he didn't know it, he appeared as it.
His soft-pale white complex remains very much unscathed and is free of scars. This was only off-set by his eerie crimson eyes that seemed to darken only in anger. With anger brings on a hidden, unknown side of Hono known as Chaos. The boys eyes darken, that's a given, but that shift from the breathtaking crimson to a luscious dark lavender. No one has seen it personally and lived to tell about it.
His broad chin and predominate cheeks were framed by the dark smokey black hair which softly dangles down, just out of his line of sight. A tired look tends to hang in the constant subtle droop in his eyes. That is of course, if he isn't upset. His hair tends to stand on end as if in a wind tunnel that creates an odd pressure about him, as if he was a radiating a vortex of energy around him. He was blessed with wide sturdy shoulders, and a strong back. Hono thinks he acquired this little trait from carrying the burden's of the world on his back. Whether he thinks it or not.
The onyx-haired fellow is only really thought to have one article of clothing, hold on to one outfit, a solid black gi with no insignia. This is the very same given to him by the monks at the Temple. A loose white undershirt sometimes could be seen worn under the black garb. The curious thing of all is, he was always seen bare foot. Hono is said to consider it as him being closer with nature. That he can truly be one with the wild around him, and again, it's something that the Monks have taught him that seem to carry along with him in life.
Like most males of his clan, he was well built with a strong triangular figure; though, what is thought to be his flaw, the reason he was thrown away was due to hi feminine build. He wasn't manly enough for his Father, as a newborn; and he was thrown away. He was a biological embarrassment to the Komyuja and even now, even though he make peoples head turn. Beauty means nothing to them when your are not worth your weight in war.
Hono holds a laid back posture, but at the same time stands with tall stature, well-balanced underneath his center of mass. He isn't the largest of men, but he is larger for his size. He tended to present himself delicately, not wanting to be the hulk that laid dormant in his veins. Even in silence, he continuously carried him self the down the street or across rooms with such overflowing confidence and without the an hindrance of of hesitation of shyness. A soft swagger resonated with each of his steps where ever he went and though he was larger then most, he seemed to flow with such light grace that people tend to think him a ballerina; which his complexion and build wasn't far from.
"My life seemed so bleak
and all the people tell me
'You're a freak.'
And all I do is smile."
From womb to home, Hono flew straight into an adoption agency, never even touching the hands of his Mother. Never knowing the warm embrace of another. He was never given those first moments. All those empty spaces slowly filled with inner chaos which plagued the boy like a bad itch you can never quite scratch.
The black haired child was a consistent runaway, not wanting to be held down by the structure and the false hopes that society attempts to force it's people to embrace. Every home that took him in, ever family that wanted him; he rejected. He though that if he was alone at the start, there is no use accepting it now; and with that attitude, with the tainted darkness starting to enter his soul... he finally was not adopted, but guide and given an offer. A wise man in white monks robes came to him in his twelfth year.
This old man took to a place only referred to as The Temple and the man only gave him his name as Brother. And though he was blind folded, it was within a few hours walk of the Orphanage and Otogakure's Gates. He was wasn't too sure what he gotten himself into as he began to tire nearing the end of the trip. His exhaustion was met with the site of this massive Aztec-style pyramid made of marble decorated in gold kanji on each block for sound. He quickly learned that everyone here was Brother and now so was he.
Having accepted the man's offer, he was presented a black gi purposely clashing against the white of their robes. Confused, he changed and came out to immediately by forced to meditate. This was something extremely difficult for him to do as, meditation, meant clearing your mind and his mind was constantly raging forth due to his disorder. He.. attempted the best he could, and through years of daily meditation, it actually worked. He could feel his will getting stronger; albeit, meditation is nothing without physical training. They made he train as they did in an unknown martial art, and though he retrained no knowledge on the actual technique; he started to gain the basic knowledge. It was impressive how he was able to keep up with a few grown men, a true sign on the Chaos within.
Years past and time seemed blissful, but he was reminded as the time ran thin, the Monks told him he didn't belong here. That his home was the Sound and that they have done all they can for him. Hono was confused, completely clueless as to what they mean. His ignorance was at a high being an orphan with such a powerful blood running throw him. The set him out on his own to find his way back, they were aware he knew the way home. And as Hono departed with just the clothes on his back he set off to the village without the knowledge of who he was.
And though his memory was hazy, it was too long for him to have forgotten the way. His heart was warm and the almost hate for human kind seemed to fade away.
Otogakure was a quiet farming village at first glance; hiding the truth right before even the most gifted of eyes. Looking for something he could take into the real world, he trained as a ninja and his time in the Academy was ground breaking for the young boy, who at this point in time took the last name of Karisuma, given to him by a female instructor for the way he seems to gravitate people to him. This was truly his home.
Hono felt like a changed man. His year spent within the walls of the Academy did not only bring him knowledge, and give him what he knows as his current path, but revitalized his hope in humanity. The Monk's he knew trained for the purity the hold, these are mere commoners and they still seem to be good people. People aren't all inherently evil as he once thought and with that, he stayed with the village devoting his allegiance to the people he surrounded himself with keeping the odd sense of righteousness that felt almost second nature to him and the teachings and experiences he gained.
The Academy wasn't as rough as the young man first thought, the basics of ninjustu were something of a challenge, but when it came time to do hand to hand combat, Hono flourished even against the older Genin since most Academy Students were children. In this moment of victory, in this moment of triumph filled him as a mood swing carried his confidence into arrogance. Challenging his Sensei before the class in an raging arrogant stupor.
It was obvious that a Chunnin would squash someone so fresh, but the overwhelming will that bubbled out of Honp seemed to carry him where he wished to go. He was beat, and thrown after finally making the teacher sub-come to his taunting. Though, where he though he had the advantage, Hono found only failure and in the end, he was left beaten so poorly that if his Mother didn't throw him away like common trash, she wouldn't be able to recognize him. From that day, that one moment instilled a whole new mindset in Hono which he carried with him till current day. 'Respect may be earned, but mind your arrogance as appearance means nothing.' More of a fighting mantra.
Slowly, through his time in the Academy at the age of 16, he learn what being a shinobi and a real member of society was actually about. Taking his knowledge, he graduated and spent the last year as a Genin attempting to work himself into a squad, the boy never really being great with teamwork, he struggled to find his place. Hono managed to excel in solo missions and had no problem completing tasks as he blazed through five simple D-Rank missions. He knew now, that he could be close to Chunnin if he could just train himself a bit further, he just needed to keep pushing forward.
Name: Karisuma, Hono
Bloodlimit: Kamyuja (Chaos)
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 165lbs
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Birth Country: Oto no Kuni
Village: Otogakure no Sato (Taking Incentive)
Special:
Taijustu Master (Non-Molder)
Primary Weapon:
(x2) Gauntlet (Overview)
Rank: "C"
Type: Main, Bludgeoning/Piercing/Slashing, Gauntlet
Effect: A defensive and offensive armour used as a weapon or protection for the user's arms.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A Light Weapon. These weapons do +3 Amour Points of Damage. Metal or armoured gloves that allow the user to deal lethal damage with unarmed strikes. A strike with a gauntlet is otherwise considered an unarmed attack. The opponent cannot use a disarm action to disarm a user with gauntlets on unless they remove the gauntlets completely. Examples of Gauntlets: Brass Knuckles, Cestus, and Gauntlets.
Limit: These items may be bought inside any Weapon Shop.
Cost: 2,500 Ryo Each
Secondary Items:
Small Marbles x100 (10,000 Ryo)
(x2) Greaves (Overview)
Rank: "C"
Type: Main, Bludgeoning/Piercing/Slashing, Greaves
Effect: A defensive and offensive armour used as a weapon or protection for the user's legs.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A Light Weapon. These weapons do +3 Amour Points of Damage. Metal or armoured leg protectors that allow the user to deal lethal damage with their legs as unarmed strikes. A strike with a greave is otherwise considered an unarmed attack. The opponent cannot use a disarm action to disarm a user with greaves on unless they remove the greaves completely.
Limit: These items may be bought inside any Weapon Shop.
Cost: 2,500 Ryo Each
Non-Weapon Items:
Apparel:
Cloak Type 3 (Overview)
Rank: "C"
Type: Main, Tailor, Slot Holder, Holds 15 Slots (15 for Items of Scroll Length), Cloak/Harness
Effect: A Cloak that holds an amount of items inside without giving a hint that the cloak may actually hold items inside.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Picture A Harness and Cloak that attaches to one another. This harness is attached to the chest to be held up right that have long strips of leather reaching down to the cloak that attaches to the end of the cloak. Consider each strip to be a thick belt that attaches to the chest harness. Each harness has 5 pouches that holds 1/2 a slot each. These pouches are scroll length so they are able to hold knives, senbon, kunai and other items that are the same length as a scroll. This Cloak only has 6 belts that have a total of 15 slots to carry items inside. When hands are hidden inside user gains a +10 circumstance bonus to Sleight of Hand and Pick Pocket.
Limit: These type of items may be bought inside any Tailor Shop.
Cost: 1,700 Ryo
Character Depth
Personality:
Hono holds a benevolence whilst constantly fighting an unquiet mind. The greatest contributor that factors into who Hono is, is his mental disorder that has caused him to endure a life time of torture. Being alone as a child was only made worse with no one to guide him or warn him of the devastating effects Bi Polar disorder could have on not only yourself both mentally and physically, but to those you love most around you. Any attempts Hono made to reach out and be a part of the world he lived within was thrown back into his face creating a bitterness that still taints to happy facade he wears. When you live a life of uncertainty, sleep is sometimes the scariest act one can commit because, for Hono, he doesn't truly know who will wake up.
Despite the lack luster social skills, and his cold-snap temperament, the young boy was kind and true even though he always seemed to picked on. A moral sense of the high ground and that tended to the one last traveled. As an odd boy, this always seemed to be a factor subconsciously considered. Though, it wasn't a matter of right and wrong, but a matter of balance in the universe. This philosophy is the core of his morals and is the constant balancing factor in his mind to keep him mentally separated from his disorder. Still not able to understand when he is currently left ignorant to the fact with no way to gain the knowledge.
While people allow emotion to decide on key events in life, Hono manages to see past the blizzard of thoughts and feelings to see the truth in it all. A deeper connection is always what this man seeks. Some may see him as a villain while others see him as a Saint. But, by removing emotion, and instill the use of logic and reason into all things, Hono manages to understand that good and evil are always meant to be in balance much like yin and yang. Eliminating one would create chaos and that is something he knows to be true regardless of education or upbringing. Hono does this in order to properly evaluate and calculate the order of events he would need to take to persevere and make his proper way in the world.
And though he may seem to hard-ass at times, his child like demeanor an innocence keep causes an odd sort of charismatic aura to radiate about him.This always seemed to attract attention, good and bad. Meaning, Hono can sometimes be a jigsaw puzzle missing a few pieces, and regardless of his actions at the time; know that he always means well. His greatest flaw of it all would be his lack of fear and his bold actions which continuously get him into life or death situations.
With a constant battle internally, Hono is at a constant emotional and mental strain which only comes out at the worst of times in his life when his mood swings are too much to take and he is left unable to cope. And with this, and the disorder that causes it, it's as if Hono has two personalities at times. The confident bloodthirsty hero, or the quiet depressed villian who's wish are to watch the world burn. At least then, he can finally sleep warm.
Appearance:
Hono had always been, larger then those around him; allowing him to push himself further then what was thought humanely possible. Though, that was just it, he was of the Kamyuja and they were known to be at top physical condition and known to be extremely irresistible. Smooth skin rippled in thick muscles, sculpted like marble and shown like alabaster. His muscular system was impeccable, a true sign of his heritage. He was a war machine, even if he didn't know it, he appeared as it.
His soft-pale white complex remains very much unscathed and is free of scars. This was only off-set by his eerie crimson eyes that seemed to darken only in anger. With anger brings on a hidden, unknown side of Hono known as Chaos. The boys eyes darken, that's a given, but that shift from the breathtaking crimson to a luscious dark lavender. No one has seen it personally and lived to tell about it.
His broad chin and predominate cheeks were framed by the dark smokey black hair which softly dangles down, just out of his line of sight. A tired look tends to hang in the constant subtle droop in his eyes. That is of course, if he isn't upset. His hair tends to stand on end as if in a wind tunnel that creates an odd pressure about him, as if he was a radiating a vortex of energy around him. He was blessed with wide sturdy shoulders, and a strong back. Hono thinks he acquired this little trait from carrying the burden's of the world on his back. Whether he thinks it or not.
The onyx-haired fellow is only really thought to have one article of clothing, hold on to one outfit, a solid black gi with no insignia. This is the very same given to him by the monks at the Temple. A loose white undershirt sometimes could be seen worn under the black garb. The curious thing of all is, he was always seen bare foot. Hono is said to consider it as him being closer with nature. That he can truly be one with the wild around him, and again, it's something that the Monks have taught him that seem to carry along with him in life.
Like most males of his clan, he was well built with a strong triangular figure; though, what is thought to be his flaw, the reason he was thrown away was due to hi feminine build. He wasn't manly enough for his Father, as a newborn; and he was thrown away. He was a biological embarrassment to the Komyuja and even now, even though he make peoples head turn. Beauty means nothing to them when your are not worth your weight in war.
Hono holds a laid back posture, but at the same time stands with tall stature, well-balanced underneath his center of mass. He isn't the largest of men, but he is larger for his size. He tended to present himself delicately, not wanting to be the hulk that laid dormant in his veins. Even in silence, he continuously carried him self the down the street or across rooms with such overflowing confidence and without the an hindrance of of hesitation of shyness. A soft swagger resonated with each of his steps where ever he went and though he was larger then most, he seemed to flow with such light grace that people tend to think him a ballerina; which his complexion and build wasn't far from.
"My life seemed so bleak
and all the people tell me
'You're a freak.'
And all I do is smile."
From womb to home, Hono flew straight into an adoption agency, never even touching the hands of his Mother. Never knowing the warm embrace of another. He was never given those first moments. All those empty spaces slowly filled with inner chaos which plagued the boy like a bad itch you can never quite scratch.
The black haired child was a consistent runaway, not wanting to be held down by the structure and the false hopes that society attempts to force it's people to embrace. Every home that took him in, ever family that wanted him; he rejected. He though that if he was alone at the start, there is no use accepting it now; and with that attitude, with the tainted darkness starting to enter his soul... he finally was not adopted, but guide and given an offer. A wise man in white monks robes came to him in his twelfth year.
This old man took to a place only referred to as The Temple and the man only gave him his name as Brother. And though he was blind folded, it was within a few hours walk of the Orphanage and Otogakure's Gates. He was wasn't too sure what he gotten himself into as he began to tire nearing the end of the trip. His exhaustion was met with the site of this massive Aztec-style pyramid made of marble decorated in gold kanji on each block for sound. He quickly learned that everyone here was Brother and now so was he.
Having accepted the man's offer, he was presented a black gi purposely clashing against the white of their robes. Confused, he changed and came out to immediately by forced to meditate. This was something extremely difficult for him to do as, meditation, meant clearing your mind and his mind was constantly raging forth due to his disorder. He.. attempted the best he could, and through years of daily meditation, it actually worked. He could feel his will getting stronger; albeit, meditation is nothing without physical training. They made he train as they did in an unknown martial art, and though he retrained no knowledge on the actual technique; he started to gain the basic knowledge. It was impressive how he was able to keep up with a few grown men, a true sign on the Chaos within.
Years past and time seemed blissful, but he was reminded as the time ran thin, the Monks told him he didn't belong here. That his home was the Sound and that they have done all they can for him. Hono was confused, completely clueless as to what they mean. His ignorance was at a high being an orphan with such a powerful blood running throw him. The set him out on his own to find his way back, they were aware he knew the way home. And as Hono departed with just the clothes on his back he set off to the village without the knowledge of who he was.
And though his memory was hazy, it was too long for him to have forgotten the way. His heart was warm and the almost hate for human kind seemed to fade away.
Otogakure was a quiet farming village at first glance; hiding the truth right before even the most gifted of eyes. Looking for something he could take into the real world, he trained as a ninja and his time in the Academy was ground breaking for the young boy, who at this point in time took the last name of Karisuma, given to him by a female instructor for the way he seems to gravitate people to him. This was truly his home.
Hono felt like a changed man. His year spent within the walls of the Academy did not only bring him knowledge, and give him what he knows as his current path, but revitalized his hope in humanity. The Monk's he knew trained for the purity the hold, these are mere commoners and they still seem to be good people. People aren't all inherently evil as he once thought and with that, he stayed with the village devoting his allegiance to the people he surrounded himself with keeping the odd sense of righteousness that felt almost second nature to him and the teachings and experiences he gained.
The Academy wasn't as rough as the young man first thought, the basics of ninjustu were something of a challenge, but when it came time to do hand to hand combat, Hono flourished even against the older Genin since most Academy Students were children. In this moment of victory, in this moment of triumph filled him as a mood swing carried his confidence into arrogance. Challenging his Sensei before the class in an raging arrogant stupor.
It was obvious that a Chunnin would squash someone so fresh, but the overwhelming will that bubbled out of Honp seemed to carry him where he wished to go. He was beat, and thrown after finally making the teacher sub-come to his taunting. Though, where he though he had the advantage, Hono found only failure and in the end, he was left beaten so poorly that if his Mother didn't throw him away like common trash, she wouldn't be able to recognize him. From that day, that one moment instilled a whole new mindset in Hono which he carried with him till current day. 'Respect may be earned, but mind your arrogance as appearance means nothing.' More of a fighting mantra.
Slowly, through his time in the Academy at the age of 16, he learn what being a shinobi and a real member of society was actually about. Taking his knowledge, he graduated and spent the last year as a Genin attempting to work himself into a squad, the boy never really being great with teamwork, he struggled to find his place. Hono managed to excel in solo missions and had no problem completing tasks as he blazed through five simple D-Rank missions. He knew now, that he could be close to Chunnin if he could just train himself a bit further, he just needed to keep pushing forward.
