Mishobun Zurui (Susannah's B-Day Revamp)
Mar 6, 2009 19:51:42 GMT -7
Post by --Theo Hart-- on Mar 6, 2009 19:51:42 GMT -7
Mishobun Zurui
Credit for picture goes to: jump-button
Legal Name:-----Mishobun-Kaishin Zurui
Height:----------------------5 feet 4 inches
Weight:-----------------------------115 lbs
Age:---------------------------------------14
Gender:--------------------------------Male
DOB:---------------------------February 18
Alignment:----Neutral Good (Benefactor)
Birth Country:---------Lightning Country
Village:--------------------------Yukigakure[/center]
Specialties
- Genjutsu Specialist
- Figment
- Glamour
- Pattern
- Phantasm
- --- (Non Mastery)
- Medical Specialist
- Ninjutsu Non-Specialist
- Wind Release
- Water Release
- Ice Release
- Sound Release
- Clans
- Kaishin
- ---
- Miscellaneous
- Summoning (Future)
- Summoning (Future)
- ANBU: Frog (Future)
- [Grand-Master: Ice Release]
- [Grand-Master: Sound Release]
Mission History
- D---------[0]
- C---------[0]
- B---------[0]
- A---------[0]
- S---------[0]
- Events---[0]
LEARNED TECHNIQUES (Links lead to the sub-sections)
- Universal Ninjutsu and Bunshin no Jutsu
- Perceptions
- Releases
- Clans
- Non-Classifiable
Primary Weapon:
- Mateki (Demonic Flute)*
Rank: B
Type: Main Weapon.
Effect: A specialized flute used to create devastating power from within itself. The flute is used in techniques designed to distort an opponent, by use of the knowledge of Sound.
Special: ---
Drawback: The flute costs a pretty penny, and takes time in order to learn all of the strong techniques within it. The flute's construction is somewhat strong, but with a good blow against it, the flute is capable of breaking.
Description: A somewhat long steel flute, usually a glossy silver color. The length of the flute is thirty to thirty-five centimeters, while the width is five centimeters. A small ribbon is tied around the end of the flute, to give the flute a, somewhat, delicate feeling.
Limit: Must be bought in the Instrument Shop. Capable of starting off with.
Cost: 6,000 Ryo
Inventory:
- Large Utility Pouch [15/15]
- Exploding Tags (x8) [2]
- Smoke Grenade (x2) [1]
- Kunai (x4) [4]
- Shuriken (x9) [3]
- Windmill Shuriken (x1) [4]
- Blood Clot Pills (x3) [1]
Bloodlimit: Kaishin
Appearance
Zurui's appearance is quite effeminate, with his small rounded face, thin body, diminutive nose, small mouth, longish neck, and smooth, cream-colored, skin. He is fully aware of this and, while being perfectly comfortable with the way his body looks, he certainly doesn't want to look overly-feminine. Thus, he lets his dark brown hair fall about his face and stick out all around his head at odd angles, obscuring his lime green eyes.
His build is just below average, seemingly even smaller by his being thin, but is very well proportioned.
When off duty, he wears a gray cotton t-shirt under a heavily insulated black zip-up jacket and a similarly colored hooded down-feather coat, along with insulated white pants, white sneakers, long white stockings, and insulated woolen gloves. As he has grown accustomed to, he also wears two industrial size rubber bands and an alternating black and white beaded bracelet on each wrist. He keeps his Demonic Flute, Yokobue, inside her gray sheath, clipped to the back of his pants.
When on duty, he leaves his casual clothing and wrist ornamentation behind in his wagon, instead wearing a tight-fitting t-shirt under a heavily insulated zip-up jacket, along with similarly insulated pants, stockings, sneakers, and woolen beanie atop his head, bearing the embroidered symbol of the Snow Village, to keep his hair out of the way. All of these are reversibly white and black, with the exception of his sneakers, which are gray.
He wears his gray utility pouch clipped to the back of his pants, and Yokobue, inside her sheath, is clipped to the back of the pouch.
Personality
Zurui is an incredibly laid back individual. He takes the vast majority of things in stride, both good and bad, processes them, and then reacts to them with a very calm and relaxed attitude, even in situations most would consider exreme. It takes an incredible amount of provocation to make Zurui angry, and if someone sets out to bull-bait him, chances are he’ll see through it and simply go about his business. Thus, it might seem like Zurui is a very awkward person to be around, and there is some significant truth to that, but he is, generally, very pleasant and congenial.
Zurui is a naturally friendly and outgoing person, making sure to offer social contacts with everyone he meets, sometimes even if it isn’t entirely appropriate, which can be either endearing or incredibly annoying. When talking to someone, he will try to find what their interests are and latch onto that subject in an attempt to deepen the conversation and make it more enjoyable for the person he’s talking to.
Zurui treats nearly everyone as if they were his peers, excepting only infants and those who are mentally incapable of holding a conversation. Everyone else goes. As before, this could either be endearing, incredibly annoying, or, occasionally, even dangerous.
Zurui is a very knowledgeable person, having spend the majority of his childhood in a near perpetual state of learning. This attitude has carried over to his young-adulthood, as he spends hours holed away at the village library, reading on nearly every conceivable academic subject: Psychology, Sociology, History, Mathematics, Literature, etc... as well as all of the primary ninja arts. Thus, through his study, Zurui has taught himself how to analytically approach difficulties and problems, simplifying quandaries down to a series of variables and constants, which he uses extensively during battle. Through all of this mental conditioning, Zurui has also become exceedingly observant.
As a result of his quasi-passive attitude, Zurui doesn’t see the need to fight very often, if at all. As said before, it would take an incredible amount of provocation or a direct order for him to pick a fight with someone, and, even then, he might not carry it out if he feels strongly enough. He is fully capable of killing while in battle, if his opponent truly needs to be killed, but he will, most likely, rack himself over their death for quite some time. He will, nearly, always attempt to leave his enemies alive. Crippled, perhaps, but alive.
Which leads into the darker, questionable, side of Zurui’s personality. His insanity. Zurui’s mother and father talk to him. His dead mother and father. He can’t see them, but he hears their voices very clearly. They always pop up when their son is experiencing a major up or downswing in his emotions or in times of great difficulty, when he will need more than one mind to work on a problem.
Zurui has learned to not respond out loud or tell anyone about his parents being in his mind, but he has been known to slip and reply to something his mother or father said to him, making it seem to others like he is talking to the air. If he is under extreme distress, he might begin talking to his parents as if they were actually there. Being learned in psychology, Zurui is fully aware that he has Schizophrenia, and, thus, is able to control his impulses to respond, both verbally and behaviorally, to his parents’ voices, under normal circumstances.
Zurui has a few other quirks that could be categorized under paranoia: he doesn’t sleep in a bed that he hasn’t constructed himself, he will avoid sleeping in buildings that he hasn’t constructed himself, and he will avoid eating food or drinking liquids that he hasn’t prepared himself.
Generally, he avoids being put into possibly exploitable situations he doesn’t have control over. This can also be quite grating, but, over time, could become endearing.
Most of his friends in town have little-to-no idea just how extensive Zurui’s mental issues are.
History
Early Childhood: Zurui was born as a nomad to his father, Mishobun Fushou, and his mother, Mishobun Mikenno, and, as far as he could remember, his parents fully enjoyed being nomads. There were no ANBU. There were no missions. There was no Kaishin Clan. Only themselves, their wares, their meager staff, and their enormous roving general store. Upon his birth, he was lovingly entangled in the Bohemian lifestyle of both his parents and their staff, embracing their a-normal eccentricities from the get-go. His toddlerhood was filled with such experiences, encountering an array of people and cultures, all of which cemented themselves into young Zurui’s mind, forming a veritable mosaic of likes, dislikes, hobbies, and scattered pools of knowledge to draw from.
At three, Zurui discovered his familial bloodlimit, even managing to create water and ice, which he was very excited about, but, to his surprise, his parents were not very enthused, admonishing him for the public use of it and instructing him to only practice the skill when both of them, Fushou and Mikenno, were with him and approved of him doing so. Zurui made sure to do as his parents said.
His intense formal studies began soon after, probably in an attempt to distract their son from his newfound abilities, his learned mother and father teaching and exposing him to the basics of Literature, Science, Mathematics, Astronomy, Psychology, and other subjects, in the guise of games and other fun activities, belying their outward appearance.
Due to his many experiences and relatively wide range of knowledge, Zurui dabbled in many hobbies as a young boy, but was particularly intrigued by music, especially the flute. He was quite amused by the toy flutes his parents stocked, and, soon enough, it was impossible to keep his hands off of one. At that point, he was four.
By five, through experimentation, and the occasional lesson from wandering musicians his parents picked up, Zurui had grown quite proficient, managing to produce a reasonable tone with his roughly hewn toy flute, not meant at all for actual performance. One day, after listening to a young Zurui play his flute, one of these wandering musicians offered Zurui a professional flute, on the condition that Zurui would learn how to play the instrument to its fullest potential. Zurui agreed instantly, and clung to the instrument as if it were a sibling or a lost pet. It even had an intricately embroidered red ribbon tied to its end--Zurui’s favorite part about the flute, besides its incredible tone. Fueled by his attachment to the instrument, he immediately named it Yokobue-imouto. Mind that he still kept his old flute, by his side just as always, else it may become jealous, but, still Yokobue was his. They had been waiting for each other, without even knowing it.
Only later would he discover that Yokobue was a Demonic Flute.
A few weeks after, Zurui was given the flute, at about six years of age, all of this came to an end.
Unknown to both Zurui and the staff, Fushou and Mikenno, actually Kaishin Insan and Kaishin Joshuu, were listed as Missings from Kirigakure. And, during a routine stop in the caravan’s route while traveling through the Land of Snow, their threat was disposed of, by way of a hail of senbon and an A-ranked fire jutsu. Along with anyone or anything traveling with them capable of providing aid or escape. Except for Zurui, who had been playing in a snow drift, and then buried himself in the side of the hill upon the initial attack, watching as the horror unfolded. He saw his parents’ burned, bleeding, nearly unrecognizable bodies thrown over the shoulders of two masked Mist nin. Their staff were simply reduced to humanoid ash, left in a pile.
Even with a barely functioning mind, Zurui noted that one of the nin, who was carrying his father, turned back and, after counting all the bodies, took his mask off to see better, then surveyed the snowy hillside with slitted eyes, as if he was searching for something. Zurui also noted the flute-sheath attached to one of the man’s pouches, identical to the one that nice musician had given to him a few weeks ago.
The man continued to scan the hills until, after an agonizing two minutes, he spied Zurui. Their eyes met. The man frowned. Closed his eyes. Turned to his partner, nodded, then left, shunshining away toward Mizu no Kuni.
Zurui had recognized him; his young eyes widening in realization.
This was the bookend of both Zurui’s innocence and his complete sanity.
The boy, with only his toy flute, Yokobue, a down feather coat, and the clothes he was wearing that day, aimlessly plodded through the snow for two days, until he was picked up by a mystified platoon of Snow ANBU, doing regular patrols along the border with Lightning. Zurui was found to be nearly unresponsive, not understanding or caring about who they were. Not able to ascertain who Zurui was and why he was in Snow, or why such a young boy had a Demonic Flute on his person, the ANBU assumed that he was a citizen of Snow in some capacity and took him to Yukigakure, where he was immediately treated for both hypothermia and frostbite. Blood was also drawn to test for any other possible maladies.
By the second day of treatment, Zurui gained the ability to speak and, though one or two sentence statements, hospital staff and out-of-uniform ANBU gathered that his name was Zurui, the boy’s parents had been killed, he didn’t know why, and that his parents were telling him things, even at that very moment. Troubled by these developments, especially the latter one, Zurui was put under closer observation by both doctors and a newly-assigned psychiatrist. Zurui noted their visable negative reactions to his telling of his parents’ voices, and decided to not tell anyone about it from then on. It was also at this point that his blood tests came back, showing signs of the Kaishin bloodlimit, which had been suspected, due to his effeminate appearance, but now was confirmed.
Thus, the insane boy found passed out in a snow bank was, now, the insane Kaishin boy they found passed out in a snow bank. A possible asset.
Their rehabilitation efforts doubled, and, thus, Zurui recovered tremendously, becoming fully able to speak and respond to others. He didn’t show any of the expected grief or sadness, though. Not that he wasn’t visibly sad, for he was, it’s that he wasn’t even crying, as would be considered normal. He was simply down. In fact, his primary concern was for the hospital staff to return Yokobue, which they had confiscated, and to allow him to practice outside with her. They lent him a normal flute and promised that he would get Yokobue back in a few days, once he recovered completely, and was allowed to practice in the patient lounge, to the amusement and delight of most of Zurui’s fellow patients.
Zurui made a point of visiting other patients’s rooms, as long as the door was open, both to cure his boredom and to socialize, proving to be a ray of sunshine for both the patients and staff. Little would they know just how much this experience would affect Zurui and his eventual career as a Snow nin.
During his stay, ANBU and Chuunin investigators looked into Zurui’s background and found, through a calculation of Zurui’s travel pattern, the pile of ash, now covered in easily moved snow, confirming the boy’s story. And there were no signs of anyone searching around the area, besides them, so no one was looking for him. His eligability was settled, barring any improbabilities, which would be dealt with if they turned up.
Within a week, Zurui and Yokobue were released from the hospital, after they confirmed he didn’t know any flute techniques, and, upon agreement that he would be under observation for any signs of severe psychosis, instated him as a citizen of Yukigakure and a student of the Academy, and given lodging at the home of a retired Kaishin clan member, Kaishin Sabi, a former Snow Jounin and widower.
His name was also changed, for the record, to Mishobun-Kaishin Zurui, marking the true beginning of his career as a ninja.
Academy Student Arc: The old Jounin, known around the village as “Snowman,” an affectionate nickname given to him a generation ago, took Zurui into his home, happy to have some company after all those years of loneliness. But it was not to be so. The boy insisted on sleeping outside of his house, where the old man kept a large covered wagon, which Zurui moved into, and made a special effort to cook his own meals.
The kid was nice enough. He stayed in the house when he was supposed to. He didn't overreact when told of his heritage as a Kaishin. He doesn't make any trouble, and was pleasant company, to boot. And he even managed to be exceedingly polite about the way he refused a bed and nourishment. But, obviously, Sabi was not to have that grandson he had always longed for. But it was no matter. He would care for the boy as if he were.
Or, rather, in reality, he would care for him as much as Zurui would allow. Zurui would have no other parents. No other guardians. He would make sure of it. No matter how nice the old man was, he was not his grandfather. Of course, as he was still very young, and all of these thoughts and emotions resided in his subconscious, but, eventually, he would realize, and then internalize, these precepts. Adopting them as truth.
Within a few days of his release from the hospital, Zurui was sent off to the Academy, along with a tin lunch box, which Zurui thoroughly inspected before taking it with him, carrying an apple, picked by Zurui from one of the indoor heated markets, and Yokobue inside her case.
He was avoided by his pupils, initially. Not because of his effeminate features, as the Kaishin bloodlimit was relatively common in Yuki, and its side effects were well known, but due to his newness and strange travel-worn clothing, with the multiple rubber bands and beaded bracelets hanging off his wrists. He was an unknown.
Zurui easily overcame this, however, spending time with as many individuals as possible, and with his calm and friendly demeanor, Zurui won many friends, and quite a few female admirers, within the first few weeks--the only nay-sayers being those who had fierce crushes on girls who latched onto Zurui, but even they were converted in time. Within a few months, he was, nearly, universally popular amongst the entire student body.
This was what changed his attitude toward Yukigakure from that of a mere stopping point to Home. His friends.
The relationships with his teachers, on the other hand, were another story entirely. Zurui tended to not do something with all his effort, or at all, if he either already knew it, wasn’t interested, or if there was something better to do at the time. As he had already learned the vast majority of book work taught in the academy, much of the material fell into all three categories simultaneously. Thus, he became infamous for sleeping or reading while class was in session, which irked and angered his instructors to no end, while cementing his “cool” reputation among his peers. Not that it was what Zurui was going for; he simply knew it already, and he didn’t talk or snore, so those who didn’t know could still learn. And if a prospective ninja didn’t have enough mental acuity to ignore one softly sleeping Academy Student, they shouldn’t even be in the program. Of course, when he told his instructors this, they didn’t take it too well.
Zurui spent many hours in detention. Not that he minded; it gave him some time to talk with Mom and Dad about his day, and listen to them laugh in mirth at his exploits.
Even with all these problems, once his class got to the point of learning jutsu, when he was 10-years-old, Zurui “shifted gears,” so to speak, and was no longer simply the consummate slacker they thought him all to be. To put it lightly, Zurui dominated the class in the use of chakra. He had better control of his chakra, a wider pool to draw upon on, and, through his parents, he was already beyond the basics of chakra theory.
So, by the first year, he had already mastered all the techniques the Academy could throw at him, eating them up with utter abandon, with the exception of Taijutsu, as he simply had no interest in. He refused to participate in anything beyond the mandatory exercises, meant for overall physical performance and endurance, as well as shuriken and kunai training. This greatly irritated his teachers, but now felt, after watching his progress, no matter how much it grated on them, that if the boy wanted to specialize in pure chakra use, even at this early of an age, so be it.
So, Zurui was left to his own devices.
Looking through the class roster, the Medical Division took notice of Zurui and his talents, also remembering him very well from his time under their care, and decided to invite him to the hospital to work as part of a pre-medic co-op. To their delight, Zurui enjoyed working in the hospital immensely, taking a special interest in the burn ward, caring for patients there with a pointed effort.
The Medical Division, essentially, promised Zurui a trainee position as soon as he graduated.
Over the remaining three years, Zurui read relentlessly, seemingly living in the library, educating himself even further in the art of strategy and tactics, the history of the shinobi world, the principles of all the major releases, perceptions, and fighting styles, the specialities of all the Hidden Villages, and the sundry bloodlimits and clans that populated the continent (The prospect of facing a Hyuuga one day troubled him greatly.), as well as basic and intermediate human and canine anatomy, the latter prompted by his research into the Inzuka clan.
He also took time to further pursue his flute playing, He had discovered through Sabi that Yokobue was a Demonic Flute, but had been encouraged to wait in learning of its techniques until he graduated, as the power within her was too much for an Academy Student to wield. Understanding and accepting this, Zurui set about becoming virtuosic in his skills, with which he had considerable success, preparing himself for the complex songs which would become part of his weaponry.
He also learned the basics of carpentry and masonry, as he was tired of simply sleeping in a wagon, and began to make additions onto the wagon in Sabi’s large, several acre, backyard. He had been offered help by a local carpenter, the father of one of Zurui’s classmates, a girl with a crush on him, to be exact, but had refused, to the man’s sizable confusion. Instead, Zurui asked if the man could teach him how to make a house, to which he agreed, and also set about getting a local mason to teach Zurui how to lay bricks and mortar. So, with instruction, he had managed to make a rudimentary box house, attached to the back of the wagon, with a simple fireplace in the back of that.
So, time ticked on by, and, eventually, the day came. Zurui’s graduation, just breaking into the top fifty percent, due to his near-perfect chakra work, horrendous test scores, slightly above-average kunai and shuriken work, and mediocre physical conditioning.
Overall, it was a pretty successful stint in the Academy.
Genin Arc (Current Arc): Just graduated, the future seems bright for Zurui, newly minted Yuki Genin, recruited by the Medical Division the moment he came out the school’s doors, but there are many challenges and perils waiting for him in the adventures to come...[/font]
