Smoke
Feb 8, 2015 2:17:35 GMT -7
Post by NaruHina on Feb 8, 2015 2:17:35 GMT -7
Basic Information
Name: Takashi Kasuta
Nickname: Smoke
Bloodlimit: N/A
Height: 5’11
Weight: 168lbs
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Birth Country: Tsuchi no Kuni
Village: Iwagakure no Sato
Special:
Ninjutsu Specialist
-Katon
-Doton
-Raiton
-Suiton
-Mokuton
-Open
Taijutsu Specialist
-Muay Thai
-Protegra (Future)
-Boxing (Future)
-Goutetsu (Future)
-Open
-Open
Clan Non-Specialist
-Kasuta
-Open
-Open
-Open
Genjutsu Non-Specialist
-Open
-Open
-Open
-Open
Miscellaneous
-Anbu Cat Division (Future)
-Ritualist (Future)
-Mythical Summoner (Future)
-Open
-Open
-Open
-Open
-Open
Character Depth
Personality:
Takashi has many sides to his personality. He can act certain ways at times. It usually depends on the moment. Since he moved out of his home, he got a nice little apartment in the village. When it comes to cleaning, he does it whenever he’s home. Most of the time, he forgets about his apartment and heads home to his family. Most likely he’s a calm person who follows the rules. Rules are made for a reason, never to be broken. Those who break the rules shall suffer the consequences. Never the type to let someone’s words break him, his spirit can’t be broken that easy.
Ever since becoming a ninja, he’s learned to toughen up and he’s learned that whatever happens, happens. At times he doesn’t know what he’s doing is right or wrong. It doesn’t mean ninja business but it can be anything. Buying food, picking out which clothes to wear, what he wants to eat, and much more. One thing he really hates: Bullies. They’re so pathetic and worthless. They have nothing to do with their pathetic lives than to pick on people. Takashi hopes to put an end to all of it someday. His duties as a ninja come first.
He can’t go a day without eating a hamburger. He can go hours without eating, but if he doesn’t have his burger, then there’s hell to pay. When it comes down to working with others, Takashi is willing to get the job done whether he likes working with people or not. He’s not really a social type of person but he’ll do his best for the mission. The only two people he doesn’t want to upset is his father and the Tsuchikage. The rules that the Tsuchikage has made will never be broken by him. Those who oppose the Kage or the village will suffer beyond comparison.
He likes girls but he doesn’t have time to socialize with them. He wants to wait til he’s in his thirties to settle down and start a family of his own. At times he will gaze at beautiful when they catch his eyes. He wants to become one of the greatest ninja ever. He doesn’t have to be the Tsuchikage to prove it, he’ll do it by doing other things. Having fun with his family, swimming, fishing, training, and eating burgers keeps him calm. He does his best to not smoke around children or the elderly. He doesn’t even like smoking!
Cigarettes, cigars, weeds, and herbs all taste bad to him. Its one thing he has to suffer with for the rest of his life. He honors his clan, and he would smoke all the cigarettes in the world to honor his clan. Majority of the time, people will see him smoking at any time of the day. In the morning, he’ll wake up, eat breakfast, and then smoke a cigarette. In the evening, he could be training and he’ll stop for a cigarette break just to think things through. During dinner, he can be starving but won’t eat because he needs a cigarette, before and after.
In the tub, after a shower, on the toilet, and even sometimes on a mission. He doesn’t smoke just to honor his clan. His clan uses smoke to their arsenal for jutsu. If anything happened at any time, he always wants to be prepared. Nobody knows this but when he’s nervous, he’ll smoke more than one cigarette within two minutes. He takes long inhales and exhales, then puffs the smoke out. It’s one of his flaws. Not many people know about it. He doesn’t open up about his feelings nor does he want to talk about them.
His only purpose in life right now is to protect his family and the village. He’ll put his life on the line within a heartbeat. Those who seek to corrupt his village and sabotage those in it will have to deal with “Smoke”.
Appearance:
Standing at five feet and eleven inches tall and weighing one hundred and eighty pounds. He has blue eyes and black hair with silver highlight. As a young boy he had a very skinny body yet healthy. He ate moderately and playing in the park at a young age was cardio for him. His hair was very long and hung down to the middle of his back. His hair got in the way of his face, his father hated it, but his mother loved it. She thought it made him like a beautiful prince. His father thought he looked like a girl.
Takashi himself didn’t like it but his decision didn’t matter at the time. It was a battle between his mother and father. They would duel it out by voicing their reasons and doing jutsus. His father won the duel, so he cut his hair to average length to where he looked like a boy. His mother was sad but got used to it. Takashi loved it and would promise to never let it get that long again. As the years passed by, Training with his sister and father for years transformed his skinny body into a lean muscular physique.
His well-defined abs, the striations in his muscles, the vascularity, and the flexibility. Every muscle in his body flexes without flexing. All results of his training. His hair has grown down to his trap muscles. As a teenager, his hair hangs over his forehead just above his eyebrows but hangs down to the bridge of his nose between his eyes. No tattoos on his body at all. He wears a regular black sleeveless V-neck shirt that fits nice and loose, on the back of it is a grey smoke symbol. It’s the symbol of his clan.
Black pants, a black belt, and a silver belt buckle keeps his pants held together. He wears his pants up all the way, they fit just nice and aren’t baggy. His shirt is tucked into his pants, he likes to look presentable for his village and honorable family. Black boots on his feet that fit just right, not heavy or bringing him down. His boots don’t have laces. The heel and top of the boots are silver, zippers on the outside of the boots to zip the boots up. A belt buckle on the boots to tighten it however he likes. A metal clip is attached to the boots where the laces would be.
Over his shirt is a long black coat. His clan symbol is on the back of the coat as well. His coat has silver trim, he likes to match his clothes. A metal clip is attached to his coat’s left shoulder. He lets his coat hang open freely as the straps hangs. On the left chest of his coat is a pocket. He keeps a pack of cigarettes in their along with his lighter. He keeps the collar up over his neck, he feels exposed with his neck open. The collar up makes him feel safe. Attached his coat is his katana. Its sheath is black and stretches across his back diagonally, all the way down to the middle of his back.
Hooked together by a silver three piece cylinder on the right side of his chest is where it’s hooked. The hilt of the katana is black. Wrapped in silk black cloth for him to get a good grip, so it won’t hurt his hands. The blade is white and pointy to the tip. He wears black open finger gloves. Someday he will inscribe a seal on his gloves.
Background:
Takashi Kasuta was born April 25th at 5:30am in the Earth country. Weighing only 15lbs and not bigger than a boulder. His mother was panting really hard, trying to catch her breath. When the doctor handed him to her, she held him with all of her might. His father was nowhere to be found in the hospital, he was outside smoking a cigarette. His father was a fun person to be around, always smoking. He walks into the hospital and smiles so big seeing his newborn son. As the years go by, Takashi grows and starts to realize the world around him. At five years old, he discovered what shinobi were.
His father never liked shinobi, he felt like they caused trouble whether they were good or bad. That’s why he lived outside of the Stone village so his son won’t get involved with any of their nonsense. Takashi first saw a shinobi when he went to the park with his family. His father and mother would always smoke, while his older sister tried to not be like them and smoke, although it’s family tradition. While kicking his feet in the water, looking up at the sky, he saw something zip past him very fast. Catching his attention, he saw another one zip past him.
His eyes couldn’t follow what was happening. He looked in front of him. He could see two people standing on water fighting. They were wielding swords and wore clothes he never seen before. They are skilly matched for each other. Takashi’s father hurries to him and lifts him up off the ground. The battle would get intense. One of the ninja used a jutsu, and held Takashi’s family as hostages. The other ninja surrendered. Smoke lingered around the enemy and entered his nostrils, mouth, and ear holes. He began to cough and suffer from the smoke inside him.
The other ninja used his opportunity to strike and kill the ninja. He grabbed the body and did some strange things with his hands. A wolf appeared and fled with the dead ninja in its mouth. The ninja turned to Takashi’s family. Walking towards them, he looked to be in his late thirties. They could see a shiny headband wrapped around his forehead. He thanked them, “I am a Jounin of the Stone village, thank you for your cooperation. Sorry to put your family in harm’s way.” but Takashi’s father still didn’t like ninja.
His mother held tight onto Takashi’s shoulders as his sister stared at the ninja like her hero. His father uttered these words: “You shinobi are nothing but trouble.” He bowed his head and fled. Takashi was fascinated and wanted to be just like the man. He sat down and told his children about shinobi and what life they have. “DEATH!” He uttered. “Shinobi are WORTHLESS and STUPID!” To protect themselves, he taught Takashi and his sister how to use their chakra. They wondered how he knew how to use chakra. He told them about their dead uncle who was a shinobi.
He died on his first mission alone as a Chuunin of the Leaf at the age of fifteen. His father once wanted to be a shinobi but changed his mind when he lost his father, sister, mother, and brother. All of them were shinobi except him. He left the Leaf village and wanted to start fresh somewhere new. As five years passed, Ten year old Takashi was a skilled young boy at using his chakra. He could walk on water, concentrate his chakra and learned to wield a kunai and throw shuriken. His father would teach them to fight and defend themselves against any threat.
His sister got more treatment because she was five years older than him. At times, his father and sister would disappear, they would be gone for two or three hours at times, then return smoking cigarettes. They did the same thing every day. Takashi knew his father wouldn’t approve of him wanting to be a shinobi, at times he wanted to tell him, but his fears would always get the best of him. Takashi would dream of being a shinobi of the Stone village, taking on missions, and helping the village anyway he can. Two years later, twelve year old Takashi went out for a fresh walk.
At least that’s what he told his family. His real intentions were to go to the village and see how everything is. Approaching the village he could see everything. Entering felt different, smelled different. The village looked peaceful as it does outside the village. Except, he could see shinobi, MANY shinobi. They all had headbands. They wore it in different styles. Strolling through the village, he felt like it was his dream to become a shinobi. Walking towards the ninja academy was all he needed to see to make up his mind. He entered the academy and registered. He kept quiet about it.
Every day he would leave the house to go “train” and return home. He kept all his studies in a certain area only he could find. One day as he went off to go train, his father would send his sister to spy on him. She followed all the way to the village gate, then she stopped and returned to her father. Takashi was learning the ways of shinobi. He was eager to earn his headband. After class, immediately heading home. He saw his sister standing near the lake next to their house. Walking toward her, she was weaving handsigns. His eyes grew wide and he never knew that she could do any jutsus.
She inhaled and released a huge fireball. He asked her when she learned that move and she would just smirk. Takashi’s father stepped in and opened his hand. He was holding a bloody scratched headband. “It was my brothers. This is what fate holds for shinobi.” Takashi hesitated to grab it but his father retracted his hand. “I never want you to feel what this headband feels like… It’s filth, but a reminder why I hate shinobi.” Takashi hung his head in sadness and shame. Wanting to tell his father where he’s been. Before he could open his mouth, his father hugged him.
Takashi stood by the lake and thought about being a shinobi. The next day he dropped out and returned to his father without him ever knowing. A year later, his hair hanging down to his shoulders, standing five feet and eight inches tall. Takashi was now thirteen years old. His birthday was coming and he was happy with his life. His mother and sister went out to get groceries, his father went on a trip and Takashi stood home. A group of thugs attempted to break in his house. He remembered all the tactics he learned in the academy and hid himself.
The men broke into his house and Takashi jumped out, trying to fight them off. He defended his home but that caused him to get a busted lip and bruised ribs. The men thought he was a shinobi when they saw the bloody headband. He grabbed the headband and tied it around his forehead. He grabbed the kunai next to the headband and held it in his hand. The men weaved handsigns and Takashi was taken by surprise when he discovered they could use chakra. He began to hesitate until his father finally returned from his trip. He quickly beat the thugs without breaking a sweat.
He lit a match and weaved handsigns as the smoke filled the air. The smoke awkwardly entered the men’s nostrils and ear holes just like a few years ago. His father was skilled at this technique. The men “fell asleep” and Takashi fainted before he knew what his father did with them. When he awoke, he could smell his mother’s cooking. Looking to his left, the headband was laying on the dresser. For one moment, he felt like a shinobi. His father entered the room and sat at the edge of the bed. “Now you see why I hate shinobi. If you were a real shinobi, you would’ve died.”
He stood up, grabbed the headband, and left the room. Takashi thought to himself, “If I was a shinobi, I would’ve been better.” Takashi stood up with all his might and entered the living room. He ate with his family. On his fourteenth birthday, he entered the ninja academy once again. He was sure that he was going to be a shinobi no matter what. A year later, Takashi took the exams and passed. He was granted his headband. He was now a shinobi of the Stone village. He placed the headband in his back pocket.
How would his family react to it? What would his father think of him? He wouldn’t hate his own son… Would he? Takashi would keep it to himself. Returning home, his father handed him a cigarette. Takashi refused. His father still gave the cigarette. Since he was fifteen it was now time for him to learn what his family is really about. The truth behind his clan. His father lit the cigarette and Takashi took his first smoke. Instantly coughing from inhaling and the taste, he threw it to the ground and stomped it. His father laughed. “This is only the beginning son.
Our clan is said to be around before the ninja clans. It’s said that the fire gods gave birth to us. Our skills and blood are sacred.” Takashi took another cigarette and started smoking again. The taste was bad but he did it for his clan. “Congratulations.” Takashi shocked as to what he was talking about. “I know you graduated from the ninja academy. I had your sister track you ever since you was twelve. When you quit I was happy, but I knew inside myself that I didn’t want you to be a failure. So I tested you, I sent those thugs after you a year ago.
I didn’t kill those men, they’re also from our clan. Your uncle’s headband was to encourage you.” Inhaling and exhaling smoke, Takashi was shaking. “Today, I went to the ninja academy and watched you from afar. Seeing your face and your own headband. You earned it and my respect. I still hate shinobi but I could never hate my son.” Takashi reached for his back pocket and pulled out the headband. Wrapping it around his forehead, he looked at his father who was smiling.
They walked into the house and celebrated with his mom and sister who already knew, from the father telling them before his arrival back home. Takashi got a hard lesson what his clan was about and what they could really do. His father handed him clothes with their clan symbol on the back. He learned clan techniques from his father and is still continuing to learn to this day. Takashi takes on life as a shinobi now, his destiny is awaiting him.