Post by Kaane on Jun 30, 2014 16:49:08 GMT -7
Dawn Tsuruya
Basic Information
Name: Dawn Tsuruya
Bloodlimit: None
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 165 lbs
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Alignment: Lawful Good
Birth Country: Mizu No Kuni
Village: Kirigakure
Special: Nin/Tai Specialist, Clan/Gen Non-Specialist
Weaponry
Primary Weapons:
Scythe (Overview) X1
Rank: "C"
Type: Main, Slashing, Scythe
Effect: A Style of weaponry that was first used for gardening but then later turned into an art of weaponry.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A scythe consists of a wooden shaft about 3 feet to 5 feet long called a snaith, snath, snathe or sned. The snaith may be straight, or with an "S" curve, but the more sophisticated versions are curved in three dimensions, allowing the mower to stand more upright. The snaith has either one or two short handles at right angles to it usually one near the upper end and always another roughly in the middle. A long, curved blade about 2 to 3 feet long is mounted at the lower end, perpendicular to the snaith. Scythes always have the blade projecting from the left side of the snaith when in use, with the edge towards the mower. In principle a left-handed scythe could be made, but it could not be used together with right-handed scythes in a team of mowers, as the left-handed mower would be mowing in the opposite direction.
Limit: These types of weapons may be capable of being bought inside any Weapon Shop
Cost: 8,000 Ryo
Secondary Items:
Kunai (Overview) X10 (20)
Rank: "C" Rank
Type: Secondary, 2 per Slot, Piercing/Slashing, Knife
Effect: A digging tool, a bit like a trowel. The blade was soft iron and unsharpened because the edges were used to smash plaster and wood, to dig holes and to pry. Also used as a knife.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The kunai is conventionally wrought in ranges from 6 to 8 inches, with the average at 7 inches. The kunai was used by common folk as multi-purpose gardening tools and by workers of stone and masonry. The kunai is not a knife, but something more akin to a crowbar. The blade was soft iron and unsharpened because the edges were used to smash plaster and wood, to dig holes and to pry. Normally only the tip would have been sharpened. The uses to which a kunai was put would have destroyed any heat-treated and sharpened tool like a knife. There could be multiple kinds of kunais such as handless ones, or even double sided kunais as long as they are within the same length.
Limit: These types of items may be capable of being bought inside any Weapon Shop.
Cost: 1,000 Ryo per Slot, or 500 Ryo Each.
Hira-Shuriken (Overview) X5 (75)
Rank: "C" Rank
Type: Secondary, 15 per Slot, Piercing, Shuriken
Effect: Is a concealed weapon that is generally for throwing, and sometimes stabbing or slashing.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Hira-shuriken is constructed from thin, flat plates of metal derived from a variety of sources including hishi-gane (coins), and kugi-nuki (carpentry tools), and generally resemble popular conceptions of shuriken. In modern popular culture, these are called "throwing stars" or "ninja stars". They often have a hole in the center and possess a fairly thin blade sharpened only at the tip. The holes derive from their source in items that had holes - old coins, washers, and nail-removing tools. This proved convenient for the shuriken user, as well, as the weapons could be strung on a string or dowel in the belt for transport, and the hole also had aerodynamic and weighting effects that aided the flight of the blade after it was thrown. There is a wide variety of forms of hira-shuriken and they are now usually identified by the number of points the blades possess.
Limit: These types of items may be capable of being bought inside any Weapon Shop.
Cost: 1,500 Ryo per Slot, or 100 Ryo Each.
Non-Weapon Items:
Cloak Type 3 (Overview) X1
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: On the surface: To others, Dawn is always deep in pensive thought. He rarely talks much to others unless he needs to, and thus, people know little of him, making it hard to make judgements. Some who are privy to his more personal details might take pity on his past issues, but considering how well he handled his loss, such pity is slight if not non-existent.
Deeper: Dawn's personality is influenced by two main sources: his late mother Airi, and his shinobi father. His father gave him the pride for his village he still feels underneath his stone-cold appearance and the respect for the laws it enforces, spurring within him the desire for glory and to further the goals of Kirigakure. Having been introduced to the rigors of combat early in Kirigakure's Academy, he has taken a liking to it. Though he does not enjoy bloodshed in excess, a fight, whether through Taijutsu or Ninjutsu, always puts a smile on his face. His father also taught him of such virtues as vigiliance and the need for constant effort in everything he does, making him a very dedicated and loyal Genin. Though personal power is not his only goal, he strives for it to meet the high standard his father set for him.
His mother has given him his softer side. His love for knowledge and the unknown all comes from his mother teaching him the many stories of her unknown religion when he was a boy. His childhood curiosity to learn more not only about the world around him, but also about himself, has thus failed to die. She taught him of the goodness in everyone, a philosophy that he still refuses to give up even today. He finds that even the basest of people have a small seed of virtue in them, and he often feels the need to awake the inner goodness in people he meets that ignore it. However, he sometimes finds his desires to be loyal to Kirigakure and to aid the broken to be in conflict, especially during missions that require professionalism. Though it pains him at times, he most often sides with the part of him that is loyal to his village.
As he grew older within the Academy, and went on his first missions as a Genin, he began to develop a sarcastic sense of humor to cope with the problems he faced and to bolster his will. Originally, he kept these observations to himself, but at times he would share them with his teammates. Of course, hearing a normally quiet boy become a bit of a wiseass surprised many he worked with, but Dawn sees a reasoning behind it. He finds that a good dose of humor can lighten any situation and inspire both himself and others. That, and he finds it to be a useful antithesis to his normally calm, pensive nature.
Appearance: 
The first thing you'll notice about Dawn is that he's very bright in appearance. No matter how much sun he gets, his skin maintains a seemingly unhealthy pale. His hair is naturally a bleached white, and even the irises of his eyes are a light silver. His face is somewhat childlike, being quite smooth and free of facial hair, making him look a bit effeminate. However, the stoic, pensive expression of determination on his face seems to cancel out any preconceived notion of weakness within.
When off-duty, which is very little of the time, he prefers clothing as bright as he is, with small hints of black or navy blue here and there. He takes care in his appearance, so even casually, he makes sure his clothes are quite clean. Though he is a fan of wearing t-shirts with random, graffiti-esque graphics on them and shorts, mostly he wears turtleneck sweaters or hoodies, combined with a pair of jeans and simple moccasins, even if the weather's too warm. He will often wear his forehead protector around his arm even though it's unnecessary, as he finds great pride in being one of Kirigakure's shinobi, and wishes to display his allegiance every time he's in public.
When on duty, he wears traditional white kimono robes, fringed with black. The robes have always been a staple of his clan to wear clothing like this while on combat-related missions, and he upholds this tradition passed down from his father with vigor. He also wears a high-collared white/black fringe cloak that holds his secondary weaponry. It is fastened over his chest by a silver medallion/brooch emblazoned with the Tsuruya clan's seal. As for his forehead protector, he wears it around his neck most of the time, but he ties it around his forehead when he feels the need to focus. His right forearm is wrapped in training bandages up to his knuckles, and his sandals are the same shade of black as the fringe on his kimono. Though most of it is hidden under his cloak, his sickle is also visible, strapped diagonally onto his kimono via a holster under his cloak. Its wicked, 3' blade, glowing in the right light with a metallic sheen, peeks out over his right shoulder, making him look quite imposing.
Background:
Dawn. It’s seemingly a highly effeminate name to give a boy. Even stranger considering that Dawn himself chose this name. But it’s a name with more meaning behind it than most know.
His story begins with a Kirigakure shinobi of the Tsuruya clan and a mysterious woman named Airi, who originally lived outside the Mist Village alone, deep within the country’s less habitable parts. No one really knows how they fell in love, or on what ungodly mission he was sent on to accidentally find her so far into the swamps of Water Country, but just looking at her, you could tell why this man wanted her to be his. She was beautiful, on the outside and in. Her grace, kindness, love, combined with her silvery, fragile appearance, undoubtedly charmed the man at first sight.
After a few months of the shinobi pleading with the bureaucracy of the village, and an extensive amount of assurance that she wasn’t a spy, Airi eventually became accepted as a non-nin citizen of Kirigakure, marrying the shinobi and soon finding a place to work in the village’s hospital, caring for the sick and badly wounded. Though she was no medical ninja, she possessed much knowledge concerning healing and chakra molding in strange ways. Her techniques were so unorthodox that even professionally trained sensory nin, who had been called in by the hospital’s medical staff to ascertain how she molded her chakra in such foreign ways, had no clue how her techniques, especially those concerning healing, worked. Through some combination of herbal remedies and whatever power she was in touch with, she could bring even the most badly wounded back to full health given enough time.
She told no one her secrets...even to her husband she divulged little, only telling him that “my abilities are just an extension of Kiyoshi’s will.” Whether Kiyoshi was a god or some sort of father figure in the woman’s life, no one knew. But it was clear that whoever he was, it was something that the woman wanted to keep to herself.
Eventually, the shinobi and Airi had the child that would become Dawn, being named Ichiro by his father initially. He was showered with love and affection as a child, especially by his father, who wished him to take up the mantle of servitude the Tsuruya clan had long upheld in servitude to Kirigakure. As soon as the boy could walk, he taught him of the greatness of Kirigakure, and the will that bound all Mist Ninja together. He taught him of the importance of the laws that were in place, and many of the virtues of the philosophy the village was governed by. And, as soon as Ichiro would walk, his father taught him in the ways of Kamashi, as he was one of the village’s greatest practitioners of the battle-art.
But his mother was equally, if not more so vested in his development. She took him on walks to secluded places, telling him stories and ancient lore, much of which he still remembers today. She spent hours upon end teaching him of virtue and love before he could even understand the full meaning of what she was talking about. His father thought nothing of it, as it wasn’t halting his progress in becoming a shinobi, but to Airi, her purpose was clear. As soon as Ichiro was born, she had felt something in him. He was to be her heir.
But this need to teach Ichiro the ways of her god would eventually lead to more tragedy than good. He was eight years old when it happened, before he was sent to the village’s academy to train. That night, Airi took him on one last walk together, much farther than they had ever gone before from their home. It was a bright, fragrant night in summer, with a crescent moon and diamond stars hanging low in the sky, while at the same time uncharacteristically free from the mists that normally shrouded the village. He would never forget it.
Deep within a forest to the east of Kirigakure’s central city, mother and son sat facing eachother, staring intently into the other’s eyes. Any passersby would have thought they were dead...and for good reason. Two kunai were plunged into their stomachs, and their bodies were bleeding out from the deep wounds. Their chakra signatures were nonexistent, and their rigid posture definitely implied rigor mortis had set in. But they were not dead...they were both between dead and alive. And they were going on a journey through planes of existence philosophers could only dream of seeing.
Ichiro remembered little of what he saw...only small details and tidbits he picked up as he journeyed with his mother, comprising just enough of a fleeting memory to form a dream. And of all the small details he had seen, only one can he now recall completely just barely...remembering it only as a distant memory. It was something divine...something that to this day warms his heart to think about. But of all the time he spent with it, he remembered only one thing. His name wasn’t Ichiro...it was Dawn.
The next morning, he woke up to find that his mother had seemingly disappeared, and that his wound had vanished. Only a pair of kunai were left as a testament to the fact that he had came there with his mother. He made his way back to the village, and then back to his apartment, as though he were in a trance, until he met his father on his way in. Greeting him with a gasp and a tight hug, crying hard and saying over and over again “I thought I’d lost you,” barely sounding coherent.
Dawn, still in a half-dream-like state, barely registered his father’s hug until he was told of what happened to his mother. “Ichiro…” he said, holding him even tighter, “some AnBu...they...they found her...they found her…”
“Dead…” Dawn finished, the word leaving his mouth without him even having to think it. He should have cried...a part of him wanted to desperately as he realized where his mother had gone...but instead, he felt strangely comforted in a way. Whatever had happened during their travels last night, it had steeled and prepared him for the sadness of this moment. For some reason, he knew that it had to come.
“How do you…know...” said the shinobi in disbelief, still clinging to his son as though he might somehow die if he let go. But Dawn was seemingly prepared to give this answer as well.
“She told me...she had to go away. It told her to.”
“What told her to! Tell me, you’ve got to, so we can...we can...do something about it…”
But Dawn, still in his trance, didn’t answer the way he wished. “Daddy..she’s fine...she said she’s fine…she said it was something she had to do…”
Strangely, the words seemed to comfort his father rather than put him more on edge, and he released his son from the hug, looking down at him. “She...but why…”
“I dunno...she just did…”
They ended their conversation in silence, and spent the rest of that day in quiet reverie. As they ate, walked from place to place, and even as they slept, both of their thoughts stayed on Airi...wondering why she had to leave. And where she truly had gone.
The shinobi’s strong sense of family duty kept him from completely losing his mind, and eventually, he sent Dawn to the Village Academy to uphold the traditions of his clan. He did quite well in his studies there, and when the time came, he easily became a Genin at age twelve. His father, full to the brim with pride that his son had overcome so much, including the loss of his mother, to join him in the ranks of Kirigakure ninja, gave him his most treasured possession: his sickle. Though Dawn has since become independent with earnings from his missions as a Genin, he keeps this sickle always to remind him of his father. It is his most valued possession...it is his bastion of strength and connection to the Tsuruya clan he was born to. And it reminds him that though his mother left him all those years ago...his father would always be with him, at the very least, in spirit.
He is currently sixteen and in great health, seeking to both honor his father as a shinobi and his mother by finding out what his true purpose in life is.
