Still Swinging
Sept 15, 2012 18:19:45 GMT -7
Post by Seto on Sept 15, 2012 18:19:45 GMT -7
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Ninjutsu Master
- Katon
- Doton
- Suiton
Extra
- Toujitakumi[GM]
Misc.
- Anbu[F]
- Grandmaster
- Beast Master [/style][/td]
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Main Weapon[/u]
Secondary Weapons [/u]
Clay pouch
Rank: D-S rank
Type: Clay Slot holding pouch. Accessory, holster (See more below)
Effect: Allows the carrying and transportation of Sankuchi clay
Special: (See more below)
Drawback: You cannot put more clay then the pouch can hold. This pouch is specifically designed to hold only Sankuchi explosive clay and other related clay types
Description: This holster is similar in appearance to any other carrying bag. It is usually rectangular shaped, with a zipper running through it for easy access. The bag is meant to carry a variety of clay, and protect the clay from the outside elements. A person usually wears this bag around there upper thigh, but there are not limited to this area. The bag varies in sizes, meaning that different amounts of clay may be held as well.
SM (Small bag, All genin start with this bag): Holds 20 slots, 900 Ryo value
M(Medium bag. Chuunin class): Holds 30 slots, 1200 Ryo value
L(Large bag. Jounin class): Holds 40 slots, 1500 Ryo
XL(Extra large bag. Kage class): 60 slots, 2000 Ryo
XXL(Huge bag. Sannin class): 80 slots, 3500 Ryo
Limit: Sold in any general store. Anyone may buy, although these bags may only hold clay and nothing else. A (genin) user may only Start with one “Small bag”
Cost: See above.
Rank: D-S rank
Type: Clay Slot holding pouch. Accessory, holster (See more below)
Effect: Allows the carrying and transportation of Sankuchi clay
Special: (See more below)
Drawback: You cannot put more clay then the pouch can hold. This pouch is specifically designed to hold only Sankuchi explosive clay and other related clay types
Description: This holster is similar in appearance to any other carrying bag. It is usually rectangular shaped, with a zipper running through it for easy access. The bag is meant to carry a variety of clay, and protect the clay from the outside elements. A person usually wears this bag around there upper thigh, but there are not limited to this area. The bag varies in sizes, meaning that different amounts of clay may be held as well.
SM (Small bag, All genin start with this bag): Holds 20 slots, 900 Ryo value
M(Medium bag. Chuunin class): Holds 30 slots, 1200 Ryo value
L(Large bag. Jounin class): Holds 40 slots, 1500 Ryo
XL(Extra large bag. Kage class): 60 slots, 2000 Ryo
XXL(Huge bag. Sannin class): 80 slots, 3500 Ryo
Limit: Sold in any general store. Anyone may buy, although these bags may only hold clay and nothing else. A (genin) user may only Start with one “Small bag”
Cost: See above.
- 20slots of Explosive Clay
Accessories [/u]
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Personality [/u]
When people talk about me, they can say a few key details about my personality. He's a hot headed jackass that has a habit of blowing things up. Well I'd be a liar if I denied those statements by others, though I feel like the word jackass isn't always necessary. I am always quick to fight, insult me and find out for yourself. Yet, at times I do go out of my way to pick a fight with someone if I don't like them. An instigator is what some call me and at times it's the perfect word to describe me. Though I'm not always quick to fight, in fact at times I'd rather avoid getting into a fight, though those times can be rare. Sometimes a guy just doesn't feel like getting all worked up over something small.
What most people don't know about me is I have a deep and passionate love for the fine arts, be it painting, sculpting, music or poetry. Deep down my love comes from my bloodline of being an artisan of sorts, yet most people don't connect those dots. After all when most people witness my bloodline, all they get to see is the glorious blaze of the explosions my techniques bring. Yet deep down, I do enjoy some of my art before it blows up, I'd rather be able to craft more and more artwork for the world to see. Yet I am a shinobi, so I spend most of my time making bombs. Artists are the best at expressing themselves in my opinion, yet some people don't always recognize it as self expression. Lyrics to a song, tell a story, perhaps relating to the artist whom wrote the song, yet others just enjoy how it sounds, not always the message behind it. A painter, whom draws landscapes often longs to live in the places they paint.
I don't enjoy long walks on the beach, or getting caught in the rain, so most people wouldn't call me a romantic. I don't even think I could call myself a romantic, I'm a little more blunt than most would prefer for such a trait. Women, love them, but it's not always a mutual feeling. I don't agree with spending the world on them, they demand equal treatment, therefore that's what I'll give them.
I know why some people don't like me, it's rather pointless for them to hate for it. But people and their hatred, it's their own choice. Either way, I don't believe in fighting fair, one on one can be honorable, but I believe in fighting to win. I don't get into a fight just so I can get my ass kicked. Though if my pride kicks in, then I might tell my help to sit this one out. But taking cheap shots is something I'm well known for, and I'm completely ok with it. Heroes get remembered for saving peoples lives, not always on how they saved the lives. Just the fact that they succeeded in what they set out to do. I set out to win a fight, especially if I start it. Just because I may or may not have jabbed you in the eyes or distracted you then clocked you upside the head doesn't matter. If I won, then you're going to be on the ground out like a rock, or dead...
Like I said before, I'm blunt. I like to tell it as it is, lying wasn't something I liked to do, nor was I any good at it. I'm more of a straight forward kind of guy, yet others don't always appreciate it. If I think you look like a cow, I may or may not tell you that. Sometimes I learn to bite my tongue, but if you ask, then well you asked for it. I realize in today's world, being so blatant about my statements can get my in quite a bit of trouble, but I almost welcome the challenge. I long to stand out from everyone else, I was never meant to blend into a crowd and just disappear. I like to blow up things up for God's sake. But the superiors in my village don't seem to always understand that. Asking me to partake in missions where I am to remain low key. I do what I'm told by those above me in rank, not so much because I want to, I just fear the outcome of betraying their orders.
Appearance [/u]
Overall physic is rather small framed, I'm short for my age but I'm probably as tall as I'm gonna get. I stand at the height of five feet, six inches weighing in at one hundred, thirty-five pounds. My body is well toned, yet I'm far from being physically strong compared to most. In my genetics, we aren't built to be hand to hand fighters, after all I have a rare genetic ability. Originally I used to be rather upset with these features, but eventually I got over it when I learned what I was capable of. When seen without a shirt, my muscle tone looks intimidating, but those whom know me, know well enough that it's nothing to be afraid of.
Long blonde hair, kept nicely and braided down my back. Some people used to mock me for having long hair as a male, yet when they see how much the ladies love it, they tend to shut up. I keep my hair in great condition, so soft the ladies just want to run their fingers through it. I braid it behind my head to keep it out of the way during combat. Along with that, I have a fair skin tone, and can burn rather easily if I'm outside long enough exposing skin. Golden eyes, at times people say they look like a cats eye, but other than that most people notice how it matches my golden hair color.
Notable features? I have a few I guess, I'm shorter than just about everyone my age. I look like I'm twelve but talk like I'm twenty-one. Though if you're thinking scars and tattoos, you'll have to look somewhere else. I keep my body in great condition, tattoos haven't been something I've ever gotten into. As for scars, I don't tend to let many people get close enough to cause that kind of damage. Though if you get to see my right hand you'll notice something that seems a little bit off. In the palm of my right hand there is a mouth, teeth and tongue, just no real lips. This would be that rare genetic ability I had been talking about earlier on. It tends to freak most people out, so it's usually covered up by a white glove unless in use.
As for my outfit, it consists of blue boxers beneath black pants. A plain white t-shirt under a black jacket that matches my pants. The jacket has white trim and a collar that stands up. Over that I've been seen wearing a long red trench coat with a black insignia on the back. If anyone ever asks what it means, I simply respond with alchemy. If they continue to ask, I stop talking about it. It was a gift from my mother and I've treasured it ever since. On my feet I wear black boots, comfortable and mean to endure all the conditions I tend to find myself in as a Shinobi of leaf. Over my hands I tend to wear a pair of white gloves, I keep several spares on me just in case I rip one of the gloves. I don't wear them to keep my hands clean, I wear them to keep the mouth upon my right hand hidden from those around me. I don't like to expose my best kept secret to everyone and their moms.
As for my gear, I keep my small clay pouch over my right butt-cheek attached to the black belt around my waist. Within it I always keep a good amount of explosive clay ready to mold. On my forehead I always wear the Konohagakure Headband, keeping it shined and well maintained for inspection. My blond bangs fall over it from time to time, but if you look hard enough from far away you can still tell I'm with the Hidden Leaf.
History [/u]
I was born into this world just over seventeen years ago, my parents were both artisans of the bloodline. Living within Iwagakure no Sato, upon giving birth to me, they had planned on keeping me far away from the Shinobi world. So they would move, leaving everything behind and attempt to start new somewhere else. I was raised for a few years just outside of Konohagakure no Sato, the life wasn't too bad, but my parents were having trouble making ends meet. Eventually we were forced to move into the Hidden Village of Konoha, after attacks and threats were made on my family due to the rare genetics we hold. People fear what they don't understand after all. Ignorant pricks..
Once we had begun our life within Konoha I would learn what Shinobi were and how they were trained. I begged my parents to let me train in the Ninja Arts, but they wouldn't have it. Saying they left their home because of the Shinobi Lifestyle. I would honor their wishes at first, but when another attack happened on my family and this one took my fathers life I would disregard any statement my mother made towards it. After enrolling in the academy I would spend all of my free time training in the arts, trying to master everything that I could. It was in my earlier years in the academy that I learned I had no knack for the hand to hand combat stuff shinobi honored. Though when it came to chakra control, I was a pro.
Just after graduating the academy, my mother would approach me, telling me that she was proud of me. She hadn't spoken to me that much during my years in training. I couldn't blame her, after all I had gone against her every wish and became a shinobi. It was then that she began to train me in the hidden arts of my bloodline. The artisan within me would be crafted by one of the best of our clan. After a year or so of training I had gotten it all down, I would be one of the deadliest Genin within the Village. Though it was then that my mother grew ill. She was forced to return home to our family in Iwagakure. I unfortunately wasn't able to go with her. I was a Genin of Konohagakure and we were anything but allies with Stone.
My mother understood and wished me the best, leaving me a small amount of ryo to obtain an apartment of my own. Along with that, she gave me a long red trench coat, telling me that it was a gift my father had purchased, planning on giving it to me the day I became a man. I would honor the gift and tell my mother that I was going to become famous one day, once that happened I'd come find her and take care of her. Until then to get better, and come back to me if she ever could. That was the last time I spoke to my mother, it's been five years since then. At times I miss her, I wonder if she's alive back in Iwagakure. Though seeing as I haven't even heard from her, it was unlikely.
As a seventeen year old Genin, I knew I was starting to get old for my rank, but I had spent most of my time being a lone wolf. Not doing much for missions, just training and getting stronger. Learning more and more about this world. Yet I knew now was the time to change my rank. It was time to seek out teammates, to knock out the requirements and go get myself the new shiny rank of Chuunin. I needed a pay raise after all, living alone was cheaper, but still not easy.[/style][/td][/tr][/table]
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