its ya weeb ass bi**h carroto
Feb 14, 2019 3:50:41 GMT -7
Post by herbivorous hydra on Feb 14, 2019 3:50:41 GMT -7
Im really sorry for it being so bad so far, but im realllllly trying here
Basic Information
Name:
Jomei Toujitakumi
Bloodlimit:
Sankuchi 3 Mouths / Clay Artisan
Height:
195.58 cm
Weight:
84.8 kg
Age:
12 years
Gender:
Male
Alignment:
Lawful Neutral
Birth Country:
Land of Wind
Village:
Village Hidden in The Sand
Special:
Specialists:
Ninjutsu
Clan
Equipment
Small Clay Pouch (20 Slots, 900 Ryo) <Probably Apparel but im not sure.>
Primary Equipment
Greaves (2500 Ryo)
Standard Crossbow (6000 Ryo)
8500 total Ryo
Secondary Equipment
Explosive Clay (10 slots, 250 Ryo)
Flavored Sankuchi Clay (10 slots, 250 Ryo)
20 Bolts (2 slot, 2000 Ryo)
2 Tree Feather Tokens (16000 Ryo)
3 Knife Bundles (3000 Ryo)
3 Kunai Bundles (3000 Ryo)
1 Senbon(Not a bundle, just one.) 100 Ryo
9 Dancing Stars
Clay is in Clay Pouch
Bolts are in Belt Quiver
Everything else is in Individual Equipment Belt Half Pouches
29919 total Ryo
Apparel
Quiver, Belt (1 slot, 200 Ryo)
Quiver, Back (1 slot, 200 Ryo)
Belt, Individual Equipment (10 Half Pouches and 1 Quick Loader Pouch, 6 slots, 3200 Ryo)
Leg, Individual Equipment (2 Utility Pouches and 1 Quick Loader Pouch, 5 slots, 3500 Ryo)
8000 (7100 not including Clay Pouch) total Ryo
Character Depth
Personality
Respectful
He always had respect for the law and people who deserved it. Anyone who deserved what they had? They had his respect if not anything else.
Mostly Apathetic
Jomei had a rough upbringing. It wasn't because his family didn't love him. His family loved him alot in fact..... Just in their own ways. While most families were trying to support each other so that each of them never had to live homeless and suffer, his family was rich. They didn't struggle. This desensitized them to basic human struggle, as they never did.
Because they didn't struggle, they found it difficult to truly express love. And due to that, Jomei didn't feel loved. That overtime desensitized him as well to struggle, but also to his family. If his family didn't have any cares in the world, why should he care about them? This is a huge part of his life, and shaped most of he is.
Sociopathic(Not a word, but you know what it means)
Because of his almost total lack of empathy or sympathy, he didn't completely understand why murder was bad. Why did it matter if he broke someone's arm? So what if he made someone cry? It didn't affect him, so what's the point?
With this ideology and hate of his family..... yeah he went into a kind of mass slaughtering of his direct family. Total Itachi style, except a little dialed back, because it was only his direct family. The explanation behind this is the next trait.
Understanding of Rank, Stature, and Class(In a sense, Nigh Clairvoyance)
That's an odd trait, isn't it? Let me break it down. The reason he killed his direct family was because they were nobles, or of some stature or rank shared with an aristocratic mindset. They were high class citizens, that was it. They were normal people, except they had too much fame and money they didn't deserve. He didn't understand how he knew this and neither did others. But he just knew that they didn't work nearly hard enough to earn their stature.
So why didn't he kill all of his family? All of his clan? For the most part, they were all normal people.
Hard Working(When Important)
Jomei believed it wasn't what you were born with that mattered. It was how you used and treated it. Just like his family(non direct), he didn't acquire a mouth on his hand at birth. He trained long and hard to achieve even the possibility. He didn't want anything handed to him.(At the time I'm writing this he still dont got one.)
He didn't use any inheritance. He earned his money through allowance. He wouldn't accept anymore than 1,000 Ryo a week.
The reason he did this was mainly for one or two reasons, depending how you look at it. As much as he was born into immense power, as much as he could've lived such an easy life..... he didn't want to. He wanted to be a normal guy. He wanted to be disassociated from his family.
Lazy/Slacking
This basically just contradicts everything I just said. But he's not lazy when it comes to the important stuff. No half assery there. Buuuuuut..... When it comes to requests from friends and overall chores, he's the biggest procrastinator know to mankind, heck, even Kami. He'll go through shortcuts, through loopholes, anything to get the job done as soon as possible with minimal effort.
Competitive
When he is in a competition, a fight, training, you name it, Jomei will win. You may think he has lost. But that just means it hasn't ended yet. He doesn't allow failure as an option.
Outgoing
......He's outgoing? Self explanatory, really. He simply doesn't see the point of holding back anything in his mind, and will tell even a 5 year old child to..... to put as politely as I can, "Screw yourself." Outgoing isn't necessarily polite to him, it just means says anything to anyone as long as he means it, he is no introvert.
Appearance
First off, I should note that the reason this pure innocent boio is just so white is the lack of pheomelanin and eumelanin. Heck, just melanin in general. He's so pale it's actually difficult to comprehend his legitimate skin color, so you just see the closest color to nothing there(other than transparent).
And his hair is the only thing with all the pheomelanin he actually has, but only in the tips, and only easy to see in an abundance of hair. This makes his roots red, but only viewable in the abundance of hair he always has, but only viewable at the ends/tips. You're very welcome for a reason of the odd character design!
Also blue eyes(This changes. Keep Reading).
As a child, Jomei was taught to be a respectful, noble, and to be basically an aristocratic human being. This would also mean his clothing also mirrored the expectations of him. He began to wear a robe from the early age of..... well, birth. He was born almost into his clothes, as the blankets or wraps a child would normally be wrapped in were his heckin clothes. They were quite beautiful, yes, but he only had one outfit unless he just took his clothes off partially or to look completely different.
With his child/toddler clothes till the age of 5 or 6, until he had a huge fucking growth spurt for plot and to make this boio hot as HECKY, he wore these clothes. He wore a white robe with red as a secondary color, yellowy gold as a tertiary color, and all black on the inside. Also black pants I guess.
He carried his red katana and scabbard with him everywhere at the time, before he learned his clans traditional explosive chakra clay moulding mouth crap, since using too much hand taijutsu can break a tooth and lose some efficiency.
Now we enter his life after the age of 6, and tbh just right now. He'll probably age really fast, but I'll find some jutsu or bullshit around that just like every naruto character besides Onoki. Poor old ass man.
For some strange heckin reason Jomei's got yellow eyes now. I've yet to science my way out of this despite the fact that my own eyes change color every now and then. So..... let's go with the fact that IS indeed a phenomenon. I do not know the science of this.
He wears basically none of his old clothes except his waist scarf thing-a-ma-jig, which has some cool designs, is primarily red, and has yellow secondary and tertiary colors, as well as his black undershirt, black hand things which are just sleeves that have the middle ripped off, and his small ass robe he can't even put on entirely due to it being so small. This allows him to continue being a heartthrob. You're heckin welcome.
He now has white pants with a sort of maroon for a secondary color, black ankle weights with a golden tertiary but technically secondary color, and reddish white(but not pink) footwear when not wearing his greaves.
For the greaves I can't tell what's primary and what's secondary tbh, but theres red and gold. You figure it out.
Background
He was born into nobility. He was born into fame, riches, glory..... His family had promised him so much, and could deliver all of it. When he was younger, he loved that. He adored he didn't have to work for anything. He loved that life was so easy. At that period in time, he didn't want it any other way.
At that period in time.
Jomei was turning seven in two weeks. He and his family were patrolling the sand village. Well, not patrolling, but just going around and purchasing anything he wanted. He loved it, didn't love anything more. Right as he purchased a small monkey(an actual monkey), he noticed someone sitting in an ally. By the dark end.
They were in rags. A dirty blanket covered all of their features except their dirty face, covered in so much dirt and grime their original skin color was indeterminable. He pointed to the person, and they noticed. As a tear went down their cheek, they smiled. Their voice was raspy and soft, barely audible. But it was enough for him to understand the following.
"It's impolite to point, child."
The voice did not help determine the gender. For some reason, Jomei felt guilt. He tugged on his mother's shoulder, and she looked down the alleyway. When the individual saw his mother, he performed the snake handseal, which then made a rectangular pattern on his chest rags light up. It happened fast, but in the moment, he realised it looked more like a tag he had learned about in school. And then he remembered what tag that was.
Oh no.
His pupils shrived into mere atoms in the center of his eyes. In a burst of adrenaline, and the only time in his life he ever moved so quickly, he ran into the alley, his mother screaming his name. He was halfway to the individual when they blew up. Guts, blood, bone, ash. It all reigned around him. Some landing on his face. He began crying. His mother tried to soothe him, but when he looked back at her, she noticed something. He wasn't crying. He couldn't. He didn't feel remorse, guilt, any of it. He only felt a shred of sadness because it was money wasted on an explosive tag and because the person wasted their own life instead of someone else's. He found aggravatingly stupid. This is when he started going into therapy, and shortly before so was diagnosed with anti personality disorder.
Jomei is now 10. Not alot has happened since his birthday. He matured physically, and emotionally regressed. While he matured mentally, he no longer had truly any emotional response. His clothes barely fit. Well they didn't fit, but he wouldn't allow his family to buy him anymore. He didn't like his family ever since he learned he had it so easy with no effort, while others were dying just to have an alleyway for themselves, and it cost them their lives.
The family was gathered around the dinner table. He ate some imported Chinese dish, something that cost money. He wasn't actually eating it though. He was just eating chicken with barbecue sauce on it with rice. The General Tzo's Chicken with pork fried rice was still in its container. Shortly after dinner, he left the home for a walk. He had friends to meet.
He walked down to the alleyway from that faithful day. Another homeless person occupied the same space from that eventful day. Same getup. Same intentions. As they raised their hand, he slammed it to the ground, but not enough to hurt them. He gave them food, blankets, and clothes. They cried as they hugged him. He remained stone faced.
He returned soon after to his family. He looked to his hand. He looked to his house. He licked his lips as focused chakra to his mouth. He reached into his clay pouch and he started chewing. He began molding clay around a dancing star(very carefully), and walked into the house with a few spiders.
He sent each spider to the far corners of every room, roof and ground level. By the time his plan was finished, he had 4 spiders left. Now he needed to get his family prepared.
"Ma! Dad! Big Bro! Big Sis!"
"Coming!"
"Be right there!"
"Be right down!"
"Be right up!"
The bombs were in place. The family were gathered in the main hall. Everything was quiet as they all sat on the couch, just large enough to squeeze four spiders under.
"What's wrong sweety?"
Mom. He figured she would be suspicious, she planned on sending him to military school. Of course she saw him as a bad child. He hated her the most. Even though she was the most skilled, she still didn't know how to recycle clay. It was sad. Even to him.
"This family is wrong. We have lived in a status too high for too long. We didn't deserve this. We did not work for it. So now, because you did not change, because you did not try to stray away from your ways, you will all pay."
The spiders crawled up and atop their heads. His sister began crying. Pitiful. She would not live. He said farewell, and left the building. Standing outside, he looked at the toothy grin that formed in the mirror(shard of glass) in front of him. He corrected himself. No emotion. The faintest smirk formed on his face.
"Now you'll be part of a masterpiece you deserve less. But, I will say....."
He raised his fingers towards the air.
".....Atleast now you'll be beautiful."
His hand finished the seal. Katsu. All the spiders popped. Almost simultaneously, the bombs exploded, killing his family swiftly and burning the place to the ground. Finally. Something he earned.
Basic Information
Name:
Jomei Toujitakumi
Bloodlimit:
Sankuchi 3 Mouths / Clay Artisan
Height:
195.58 cm
Weight:
84.8 kg
Age:
12 years
Gender:
Male
Alignment:
Lawful Neutral
Birth Country:
Land of Wind
Village:
Village Hidden in The Sand
Special:
Specialists:
Ninjutsu
- Doton - 20 TP
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- {RESERVED}
- {RESERVED}
- 60/600 UNI TP
- {RESERVED}
- {RESERVED}
- {RESERVED}
- {RESERVED}
- {RESERVED}
- {RESERVED}
- 5/600 UNI TP
Clan
- Toujitakumi - 135 TP
- {RESERVED}
- {RESERVED}
- {RESERVED}
- 0/400 UNI TP
- {RESERVED}
- {RESERVED}
- {RESERVED}
- {RESERVED}
- 0/400 UNI TP
Equipment
Small Clay Pouch (20 Slots, 900 Ryo) <Probably Apparel but im not sure.>
Primary Equipment
Greaves (2500 Ryo)
Standard Crossbow (6000 Ryo)
8500 total Ryo
Secondary Equipment
Explosive Clay (10 slots, 250 Ryo)
Flavored Sankuchi Clay (10 slots, 250 Ryo)
20 Bolts (2 slot, 2000 Ryo)
2 Tree Feather Tokens (16000 Ryo)
3 Knife Bundles (3000 Ryo)
3 Kunai Bundles (3000 Ryo)
1 Senbon(Not a bundle, just one.) 100 Ryo
9 Dancing Stars
Clay is in Clay Pouch
Bolts are in Belt Quiver
Everything else is in Individual Equipment Belt Half Pouches
29919 total Ryo
Apparel
Quiver, Belt (1 slot, 200 Ryo)
Quiver, Back (1 slot, 200 Ryo)
Belt, Individual Equipment (10 Half Pouches and 1 Quick Loader Pouch, 6 slots, 3200 Ryo)
Leg, Individual Equipment (2 Utility Pouches and 1 Quick Loader Pouch, 5 slots, 3500 Ryo)
8000 (7100 not including Clay Pouch) total Ryo
Character Depth
Personality
Respectful
He always had respect for the law and people who deserved it. Anyone who deserved what they had? They had his respect if not anything else.
Mostly Apathetic
Jomei had a rough upbringing. It wasn't because his family didn't love him. His family loved him alot in fact..... Just in their own ways. While most families were trying to support each other so that each of them never had to live homeless and suffer, his family was rich. They didn't struggle. This desensitized them to basic human struggle, as they never did.
Because they didn't struggle, they found it difficult to truly express love. And due to that, Jomei didn't feel loved. That overtime desensitized him as well to struggle, but also to his family. If his family didn't have any cares in the world, why should he care about them? This is a huge part of his life, and shaped most of he is.
Sociopathic(Not a word, but you know what it means)
Because of his almost total lack of empathy or sympathy, he didn't completely understand why murder was bad. Why did it matter if he broke someone's arm? So what if he made someone cry? It didn't affect him, so what's the point?
With this ideology and hate of his family..... yeah he went into a kind of mass slaughtering of his direct family. Total Itachi style, except a little dialed back, because it was only his direct family. The explanation behind this is the next trait.
Understanding of Rank, Stature, and Class(In a sense, Nigh Clairvoyance)
That's an odd trait, isn't it? Let me break it down. The reason he killed his direct family was because they were nobles, or of some stature or rank shared with an aristocratic mindset. They were high class citizens, that was it. They were normal people, except they had too much fame and money they didn't deserve. He didn't understand how he knew this and neither did others. But he just knew that they didn't work nearly hard enough to earn their stature.
So why didn't he kill all of his family? All of his clan? For the most part, they were all normal people.
Hard Working(When Important)
Jomei believed it wasn't what you were born with that mattered. It was how you used and treated it. Just like his family(non direct), he didn't acquire a mouth on his hand at birth. He trained long and hard to achieve even the possibility. He didn't want anything handed to him.(At the time I'm writing this he still dont got one.)
He didn't use any inheritance. He earned his money through allowance. He wouldn't accept anymore than 1,000 Ryo a week.
The reason he did this was mainly for one or two reasons, depending how you look at it. As much as he was born into immense power, as much as he could've lived such an easy life..... he didn't want to. He wanted to be a normal guy. He wanted to be disassociated from his family.
Lazy/Slacking
This basically just contradicts everything I just said. But he's not lazy when it comes to the important stuff. No half assery there. Buuuuuut..... When it comes to requests from friends and overall chores, he's the biggest procrastinator know to mankind, heck, even Kami. He'll go through shortcuts, through loopholes, anything to get the job done as soon as possible with minimal effort.
Competitive
When he is in a competition, a fight, training, you name it, Jomei will win. You may think he has lost. But that just means it hasn't ended yet. He doesn't allow failure as an option.
Outgoing
......He's outgoing? Self explanatory, really. He simply doesn't see the point of holding back anything in his mind, and will tell even a 5 year old child to..... to put as politely as I can, "Screw yourself." Outgoing isn't necessarily polite to him, it just means says anything to anyone as long as he means it, he is no introvert.
Appearance
First off, I should note that the reason this pure innocent boio is just so white is the lack of pheomelanin and eumelanin. Heck, just melanin in general. He's so pale it's actually difficult to comprehend his legitimate skin color, so you just see the closest color to nothing there(other than transparent).
And his hair is the only thing with all the pheomelanin he actually has, but only in the tips, and only easy to see in an abundance of hair. This makes his roots red, but only viewable in the abundance of hair he always has, but only viewable at the ends/tips. You're very welcome for a reason of the odd character design!
Also blue eyes(This changes. Keep Reading).
As a child, Jomei was taught to be a respectful, noble, and to be basically an aristocratic human being. This would also mean his clothing also mirrored the expectations of him. He began to wear a robe from the early age of..... well, birth. He was born almost into his clothes, as the blankets or wraps a child would normally be wrapped in were his heckin clothes. They were quite beautiful, yes, but he only had one outfit unless he just took his clothes off partially or to look completely different.
With his child/toddler clothes till the age of 5 or 6, until he had a huge fucking growth spurt for plot and to make this boio hot as HECKY, he wore these clothes. He wore a white robe with red as a secondary color, yellowy gold as a tertiary color, and all black on the inside. Also black pants I guess.
He carried his red katana and scabbard with him everywhere at the time, before he learned his clans traditional explosive chakra clay moulding mouth crap, since using too much hand taijutsu can break a tooth and lose some efficiency.
Now we enter his life after the age of 6, and tbh just right now. He'll probably age really fast, but I'll find some jutsu or bullshit around that just like every naruto character besides Onoki. Poor old ass man.
For some strange heckin reason Jomei's got yellow eyes now. I've yet to science my way out of this despite the fact that my own eyes change color every now and then. So..... let's go with the fact that IS indeed a phenomenon. I do not know the science of this.
He wears basically none of his old clothes except his waist scarf thing-a-ma-jig, which has some cool designs, is primarily red, and has yellow secondary and tertiary colors, as well as his black undershirt, black hand things which are just sleeves that have the middle ripped off, and his small ass robe he can't even put on entirely due to it being so small. This allows him to continue being a heartthrob. You're heckin welcome.
He now has white pants with a sort of maroon for a secondary color, black ankle weights with a golden tertiary but technically secondary color, and reddish white(but not pink) footwear when not wearing his greaves.
For the greaves I can't tell what's primary and what's secondary tbh, but theres red and gold. You figure it out.
Background
He was born into nobility. He was born into fame, riches, glory..... His family had promised him so much, and could deliver all of it. When he was younger, he loved that. He adored he didn't have to work for anything. He loved that life was so easy. At that period in time, he didn't want it any other way.
At that period in time.
Jomei was turning seven in two weeks. He and his family were patrolling the sand village. Well, not patrolling, but just going around and purchasing anything he wanted. He loved it, didn't love anything more. Right as he purchased a small monkey(an actual monkey), he noticed someone sitting in an ally. By the dark end.
They were in rags. A dirty blanket covered all of their features except their dirty face, covered in so much dirt and grime their original skin color was indeterminable. He pointed to the person, and they noticed. As a tear went down their cheek, they smiled. Their voice was raspy and soft, barely audible. But it was enough for him to understand the following.
"It's impolite to point, child."
The voice did not help determine the gender. For some reason, Jomei felt guilt. He tugged on his mother's shoulder, and she looked down the alleyway. When the individual saw his mother, he performed the snake handseal, which then made a rectangular pattern on his chest rags light up. It happened fast, but in the moment, he realised it looked more like a tag he had learned about in school. And then he remembered what tag that was.
Oh no.
His pupils shrived into mere atoms in the center of his eyes. In a burst of adrenaline, and the only time in his life he ever moved so quickly, he ran into the alley, his mother screaming his name. He was halfway to the individual when they blew up. Guts, blood, bone, ash. It all reigned around him. Some landing on his face. He began crying. His mother tried to soothe him, but when he looked back at her, she noticed something. He wasn't crying. He couldn't. He didn't feel remorse, guilt, any of it. He only felt a shred of sadness because it was money wasted on an explosive tag and because the person wasted their own life instead of someone else's. He found aggravatingly stupid. This is when he started going into therapy, and shortly before so was diagnosed with anti personality disorder.
Jomei is now 10. Not alot has happened since his birthday. He matured physically, and emotionally regressed. While he matured mentally, he no longer had truly any emotional response. His clothes barely fit. Well they didn't fit, but he wouldn't allow his family to buy him anymore. He didn't like his family ever since he learned he had it so easy with no effort, while others were dying just to have an alleyway for themselves, and it cost them their lives.
The family was gathered around the dinner table. He ate some imported Chinese dish, something that cost money. He wasn't actually eating it though. He was just eating chicken with barbecue sauce on it with rice. The General Tzo's Chicken with pork fried rice was still in its container. Shortly after dinner, he left the home for a walk. He had friends to meet.
He walked down to the alleyway from that faithful day. Another homeless person occupied the same space from that eventful day. Same getup. Same intentions. As they raised their hand, he slammed it to the ground, but not enough to hurt them. He gave them food, blankets, and clothes. They cried as they hugged him. He remained stone faced.
He returned soon after to his family. He looked to his hand. He looked to his house. He licked his lips as focused chakra to his mouth. He reached into his clay pouch and he started chewing. He began molding clay around a dancing star(very carefully), and walked into the house with a few spiders.
He sent each spider to the far corners of every room, roof and ground level. By the time his plan was finished, he had 4 spiders left. Now he needed to get his family prepared.
"Ma! Dad! Big Bro! Big Sis!"
"Coming!"
"Be right there!"
"Be right down!"
"Be right up!"
The bombs were in place. The family were gathered in the main hall. Everything was quiet as they all sat on the couch, just large enough to squeeze four spiders under.
"What's wrong sweety?"
Mom. He figured she would be suspicious, she planned on sending him to military school. Of course she saw him as a bad child. He hated her the most. Even though she was the most skilled, she still didn't know how to recycle clay. It was sad. Even to him.
"This family is wrong. We have lived in a status too high for too long. We didn't deserve this. We did not work for it. So now, because you did not change, because you did not try to stray away from your ways, you will all pay."
The spiders crawled up and atop their heads. His sister began crying. Pitiful. She would not live. He said farewell, and left the building. Standing outside, he looked at the toothy grin that formed in the mirror(shard of glass) in front of him. He corrected himself. No emotion. The faintest smirk formed on his face.
"Now you'll be part of a masterpiece you deserve less. But, I will say....."
He raised his fingers towards the air.
".....Atleast now you'll be beautiful."
His hand finished the seal. Katsu. All the spiders popped. Almost simultaneously, the bombs exploded, killing his family swiftly and burning the place to the ground. Finally. Something he earned.