Where’s The Oil! (V2Update/FinisheD)
Nov 20, 2019 1:34:34 GMT -7
Post by Ichiro™ on Nov 20, 2019 1:34:34 GMT -7
Basic Information
Name: Ichinawae, Shenji
Bloodlimit: NONE
Height: 5”6
Weight: 147lbs.
Age: Fourteen
Gender: Male
Alignment: True Neutral
Birth Country: Hi no Kuni
Village: Iwagakure no Sato
Special:
Medical Specialist
Medic
Ritualist
Sensor
Will of Kratos
Taijutsu Specialist
Goken
Eight Celestial Gates
Bojutsu
Ninjutsu Non-Specialist
Earth Release
Genjutsu Non-Specialist
Miscellaneous:
Summoner
Ritualist - Travel
Ritualist - Restoration
Sealist
AnBu (Future)
Weapons
Primary Weapon:
Polearm, Short (Overview) (Staff)
Rank: "C"
Type: Main, Piercing, Staff/Spear
Effect: A close combat weapon in which the main fighting part of the weapon is fitted to the end of a long shaft
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A One-Handed Weapon. These weapons do +6 Amour Points of Damage. The Range Increment of this weapon is 10 meters. A short weapon no longer than 1.2 m (4 feet), making it a suitable thrown weapon. Some have a 3 metal pronged at the end with a 1.2 m (4 feet) shaft. Examples of Short Polearms: Shortspear, and Trident.
Limit: These items may be bought inside any Weapon Shop.
Cost: 2,000 Ryo
Secondary Items:
Senbon (Overview) (x285) 5Slots
Rank: "B" Rank
Type: Secondary, 57 per Slot, Piercing, Senbon
Effect: Senbon are metal needles with a point at both ends. They often serve a medical purpose.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A Light Weapon. These weapons do +2 Amour Points of Damage. The Range Increment of this weapon is 10 meters. Are weapons used for acupuncture. For this reason, senbon deal non-lethal damage.
Limit: These items may be bought inside any Weapon Shop.
Cost: 5,700 Ryo per Slot, or 100 Ryo Each.
Shuriken, Bo (Overview) x15 1Slot
Rank: "C" Rank
Type: Secondary, 15 per Slot, Piercing, Shuriken
Effect: A shuriken is a small piece of metal with sharpened edges, designed for throwing.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A Light Weapon. These weapons do +2 Amour Points of Damage. The Range Increment of this weapon is 5 meters. Although they are thrown weapons, shuriken are quick and easy to draw, thus allowing the user to draw such weapons without the need of a movement. A shuriken can't be used as a melee weapon. Bo-shuriken are throwing weapons consisting of a straight iron or steel spike, usually four-sided but sometimes round or octagonal in shape.
Limit: These items may be bought inside any Weapon Shop.
Cost: 1,500 Ryo per Slot, or 100 Ryo Each.
Non-Weapon Items
Cloak Type 3 (Overview)
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:
Cool: Shenji has a mix of indifferences within him even sometimes coming to find himself as something he doesn’t like – indecisive. Often confused about what’s cool and what’s not when it comes to not only doing the right or wrong thing but what HE actually wants to do. Without a second guess he is a rather talkative person but not everything is something to talk about as his father would say. Women could talk about almost anything but as a man it took wit and thought to prolong a conversation with someone… Unless you were talking just to talk. Such was something that Shenji did on a regular. With his growing knowledge being his “cool meter” he only focused on spewing things he’d just recently figured out to start or prolong conversation in a way giving him something more. Not only to learn more of said subject depending on the other person, but to talk of something he’d indeed known of for no matter the miniscule amount of time. A pretty awesome friend maker and in all ways always looking to one-up a rival. Being angry was something the boy hadn’t been too good at but no one needs to be good at something to do it.
Calm: In most situations no matter the seriousness – Shenji always seems to keep a leveled head between his shoulders. At least considering the fact that he wasn’t facing sure death. Being scared was natural as is fear itself. But not everything that makes the heart pump all so ferocious means things are twisting and turning for the worst right? His keen senses keep him from acting out too soon and just SOMETIMES too late. Even when on the bad side of the table and taking a lecture (at least from his mother) he’ll keep himself in check and think twice before giving a reply. There are no limits when it comes to Mom because you will always keep a check on yourself or you’ll simply be murdered. Insults can’t be called insults when dealing with this guy for a matter only being that the stupidest call out or lash out toward someone was just as moronic as he was. In full, it seemed the boy was no more than a little clown but everyone knew when to joke and when not to. Calling out a boy like this was like throwing paint up and trying to catch it.
Loyal/Honest: Whether you were a friend or an enemy to the young fool of a shinobi he would keep an upfront attitude with you or whoever it was you were with. There were no easy ones when it came to loyalty and there were no fair ones when it came to honesty. Shenji refused to take this into consideration and still treats the foul as the brave and the forgotten as the Common. It only meant the boy held a good heart but always lashed and struck out for what it was he wanted. No one likes a liar but forgiveness is something he lived on. It was something so necessary that he couldn’t push it from the wandering mind of his. Now this doesn’t mean entirely that the boy doesn’t lie or try covering things up but if there’s an all-out “talk about” then I’m sure some things would be placed in different sections. A friend will always be a friend to him and if within his power he will do all to help and protect them even if costing him his own life. Once he’s pact with you he will always be.
Down Time: Like any man who has a beating heart, anger is nothing more or less than anger – hate – to despise and want the worst for these enemies. After crossing the line there is NO going back for the good heart of his. True enough Shenji disliked getting his own hands filthy and smiting those who actually deserved; but when you take this and put the dark shots on a silver platter it could sure enough get ugly for the latter. If needed be the boy would harm himself just to bring you to your demise so second guessing a warrior was all but the wrong thing to do. When he’d been fed up there is probably nothing you can do for him. Nothing you can say to him. Nothing. Not even stop breathing. Down time is usually a set of things, maybe fun to do when you’re anyone else. But when you’re Shenji Ichinawae, down time is simply the time you’re spending on not exploding and going postal with the people around you. Like his mother… things tend to destroy themselves when the heat rises.
Appearance:
”The look of many or the attire of one on plenty.” Shenji is a bare warrior within the mind and dislikes any form of constriction being it in clothes of out of them. So as you can assume most of the time he’d donning something that doesn’t deal with but so many layers of clothing. His eyes always meet the world before anything else possibly can for the silver rays that had been of gift to him charm most women of age he comes by. As any child could positively charm ANY Older woman with ease given the eyes he had. He indeed felt his ways of good look but never really took heed for it. Women were absolutely nothing but trouble in his eyes without the fact that he only thought of his mother when a woman acted out toward anyone. His hair just was just about as astonishing as his first and foremost feature had been. This too was silver but you knew that already. Locks pouring from the tip of his crown to the beginning of his back smooth as a bucket of glitter rolling from contents out into a heavy breeze.
A thin scar likely delivered from that of a Kunai knife can be seen running across his cheek on not one but both sides almost as if done purposely. From a distance the scar most usually looks as if he’d written across his face in ink. This was usually the reason for the boy to find him a scarf or face apparatus. The teeth of his are pearly whites and well taken care of. At least until it comes to the teeth that would be called “vamps” I mere fascination had brought the sudden change across these two and of course it was done by man and not just circumstance. Brushing twice or three times a day at most times the highest being six.
Average thick eyebrows a bit darker than that of his eyes and hair can be found sitting firm above his eyes and an almost skin tight black t-shirt can be found over his torso. His skin a pale color for deprivation of oxygen sits among his bones where the very feel was like touching warm silk. Bandages roll from the beginning of his wrists on both arms to the very beginnings of his elbows always white. A ring on his middle finger pure silver and a pair of pants or shorts at times which had usually been black in color as well. Always cleansed and ready for wear. Like his arms, his legs were too wrapped with bandaging for reasons considering the breaking of his skin. So flawless why start the bad goings now right? Enclosed heel and toe shinobi boots perfect for his own size can be found around the lower area just stopping in rise above his ankle. It was always better safe than sorry right?
With such a body as his own, rid of scars and blemishes from dirt play the boy was gifted in more ways than one. Silver studs stand within his earlobes and a Cloak of his is worn on nights he’ll sneak out from his parents. Four pockets litter his lower garments at all times and never a pocket on the backsides. The boy finds himself changing his clothes often alike his mother, which too strikes the father with aggravation. As known he stands at five feet and six inches in height and weighs approximately one hundred forty five pounds. Toned for his size I supposed but more athletic than anything else you could possibly ponder. The wonder of where he gets his looks never cease to come about but it was no question where he had gotten his fair share of emotion and attitude. Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it right?
Background:
From nothing, he’d been sworn into the kingdom of gifted newborn shinobi to-be. Shenji was particularly known to his parents as no less than the boy who cried for everything. Any reason you could probably name had been something he’d cried about. From the moment he left his mother’s own he had whined and whimpered his way through the life he had taken in gift so easily. Undoubtedly times had been a slight bit nonchalant for the crybaby and his parents’ lives alike. The warrior he would blissfully transition into was a complete opposite of who he had been upon birth. But all the same; what young being hadn’t made this little change over time?
As most young men or women had been brought into a loving family it seemed Shenji had just the luck and blessing to be left in the care of two wondrous Earth Village shinobi almost as if there hadn’t been any left in this dampened world of theirs. One of the two a man known to be Yashiro Ichinawae and a mother, Inkei Inoue. As though beauty had rolled through her veins or flushed throughout her pores. The gift of radiant soft skin shining as if she had been the presence of sunlight itself. One could speak it was as if looking into her being or rather her emerald eyes void of scarring was lying beneath a cold steel, moonlit sky with never a worry to scrape the conscience. If she hadn’t been what beautiful was in look then surely she was beauty in itself – and such a true feat just couldn’t be second guessed.
As long as there had been foul play in these lands the shinobi so wept for, the fact that her looks could deceive many that walked among herself and Yashiro had quite a bit much to worry for. In truth it was her beauty that threw off the weak willed or minuscule minded peasants who would set out to bring harm to the family of tight banded parent and child. With where they had been destined to call home; things couldn’t get any worse nor any better. For honest words to be pushed from the lips of the father or child – it was Inkei who had been the threat in this family. More dangerous than that of her husband due to well… Woman things. Her lashing out could only be deemed her dominance – weird? Good.
She stood at a wondrous five feet and six inches in height all the while a weight of one hundred fifteen pounds. No matter the situation bringing such numbers to her attention was more so the bad thing to do, at least if you cherished oxygen. Her hair a delicious golden color simply betraying that of her eyes and her nails treated with just as much love as the child she had marvelously given birth to. It was she who had spent the lot of the time with her young brawler if that’s what you actually wanted to call him at this point. Her clothing was always near perfection in wear and her face was always bright lit with a warm smile. With affection you could seem rolling from her eyes as the cool feel of ocean water across one’s face. Truly she had been one of the irreplaceable women who’d been gifted chance to walk the land.
Inkei’s attitude had forever been that of a swift one. Yells and cries of the one to be Shenji simply tearing at her peace and tranquility. But who couldn’t deal with a growing child? More of the time; Yashiro. The complete opposite of Inkei – calm and almost laidback. It was rare the man caught so much as an attitude. Mostly he’d been a victim to Inkei’s mood swings and massive back and forth outfit changing. The little things that made up two people being together so it was safe to say this family being broken wasn’t impossible but it was damn near never to happen. A wealthy man in the art of Ninjutsu while the mother had been of in that of Taijutsu usually ranting on how using Ninjutsu was a waste of good character. Things had found a way to twist into such a vial combination that the two had even come to terms not to train technique around one another. You could say this bit had gotten quite confusing.
Yashiro had been a man of sure word and delicate teaching – A man of distinct honor and worth. Proficient in his own lane however when the two of this family managed to get together on swell terms, enemies surely had much to worry of while Inkei would assault with a flurry of immense powerful Taijutsu arts the man to be Yashiro would cover her openings with his own distanced Arsenal. While he always kept that of a smile curved unto his lips his hands were always buried in the depths of his pants pockets less one had been planted to the hilt of a sword usually placed at his left hip. The standard slacks of a shinobi onyx in color, Jounin vesting to be Olive, and concealed heel-open toed ninja feet for a decent look and legit movement on his stiff and at times staggering part. No hair over his skull, bald quite completely honing ice blue eyes almost sapphire to look into should one stand close before him.
Toned but far from ripped at six feet in height and one hundred fifty-four pounds. Big but not… so much. As clumsy as he had come to be it made him look quite goofy but when things got heated all the jokes were left to the mind and focus to his delicate hands. Surely he hadn’t been as ferocious as his wife but far from never to step in her plateau. More or less, the duo had been a dynamic working together and would always put the love of their young boy before anything else. This feat was something that they both found themselves to undoubtedly concur with no matter how often they managed to butt heads over the things that had or hadn’t in fact mattered to the latter of them. The heats that had been created between the two was a flame that would wither and die out. This was something only deities could falter.
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Coming up in the land of Earth in such a dire time of the family’s life hadn’t been so easy for Shenji. Forever forced to study that of Ninjutsu and pulled away at times to rush into the art of brawling straight forward with physical contact by the one who’d be called his mother, Inkei. The twisting pattern at times scarred the mind of our charming little Shenji but in the end it seemed to be worth so much. The dry lands and time alike had forced the family to continue with spontaneous migrating due to poor raids dealt by rogue shinobi and bandits that often put the young Ichinawae’s life in danger. There were sworn times where even the small caliber shinobi had been face to face with death defying technique as not even a toddler. Regardless of the mass times they had been moved to defend themselves leaving the Land of Earth had been something they simply couldn’t due. Utter refusing would be dealt the mind of Inkei before he’d turn his head to find his child (Yashiro).
By the age of seven Shenji had begun to understand the minor things that he had to worry for in life never once figuring that the goals he could and would meet held deeper value than poorly suggested things to defend one’s self from. The boy’s knowledge would grow to heights not even known to the beings who had given him life and protection. Times could only get better from this point on… even the nights beneath the utmost scalding nights – the most incredible battles. No one could see the future but something such as these stone-written words were guaranteed. It was the love of bickering that forced Shenji to take his own leave into the dangerous land for a boy his age at times. Never merely to “get away” or “breathe” but to begin honing his own skill from academy level to the state of a Jounin. There had surely been more path for him to carve into the dirt but this was where a young bull’s journey began and and child’s had ended. He would weep no more and prey on none but those who could prey upon him. The times had turned within the boy’s mentality bringing more than just the thought of perfecting his own art.
All children could dream couldn’t they? The time had found itself to lift and take Shenji back into the arms of his own and though it had been the same day things had never felt so long lapsed. Such was the Love he’d felt the very moment he could lay his eyes to feast upon the heat-waved figures of his mother and father. Approaching with but affection the duo would take hold of their gold and squeeze his person until they could no longer feel of their arms. Until the sun had fallen to kiss the oceans and sleeping birds would scream into the bright light breaking through the Earth Land mountains. He would release a small breath before taking his small eyes to the ones that loved him as no other and take a moment to speak, words softly rolling from his tongue; “I- I’m sorry…” and they would continue to stand in silence. Shenji from the earth, up high over father’s shoulders as pools formed within their eyes and small sure steps led them for their hut of a home.
The feeling that had overwhelmed them. The loss of a wonderful child that they had longed to protect and actually HAD for so long. It was like nothing a man could take. Nothing a man could even live with. To never see the one, you had created again? Had ANY man known what this feeling was? Surely they hadn’t lived so long. Though it had been a harsh time for the three his heart was where it needed be. Their return home had turned into something indifferent. Thick smoke shrouding the very skies above and a scent of “fallen” rising through their nostrils had only told them one thing. It had surely been better to be safe then sorry and the follow after their child had definitely relinquished their lives in full. A family home that hadn’t been one for all so long was now destroyed, entirely. His eyes more blue than usual, Yashiro would look into the distance and into the remains of what had been his home and speak, blunt and sure, “Boom.” He’d cut his eyes to their ending lefts to Inkei and then Shenji who’d rested his head between the neck and shoulder of father, “There goes the dynamite.”
Instantly the trio would burst into a laughter that was almost sought to return the home to its prior nature. It would only be a short time where they had found themselves in such a happy time when times weren’t so happy.
The times had surely passed enough and the training they had so awfully found disgusting would be the very training they needed to endure to put a valuable number of defenses upon the young shinobi known to be Shenji’s head. He could only continue to grow and now being eleven years of age and invited into the land they called Iwagakure no Sato, he longed to become a shinobi like no other. One who could be deemed the best of both worlds. Not restricted to one art of technique but nurtured to treat them all as if they were his only. No matter what he would think the boy was in seek of no less than perfection in these times. The village of earth was something he truly never thought he would see in this iron life of his. Like he had been planted outside the walls of exploration he’d thought. Their lives had spun into a web of prosperity you could announce. There had been no wonder in this world that weighed more than what was his own and being placed into the Ninja academy was just another plus – a way for him to show off his learning from mother and father.
While times would fair out better for the three only their goals would fight them. Each held a solid intention to compete and complete and such was the very thing that kept Shenji’s mind growing into that of a man before long. It was clear he held onto the attitude of his mother and the joking of his father merely due to the fact that he’d only throw Ninjutsu for mother and Taijutsu for father. Quite a bit of a spin here and they fell for the bait, miraculously. Sparring between them had eventually come to that of an abrupt halt, all of them taking what was known to some as “a break.” The words he needed to speak were now strong enough to mean something to them. Silver eyes gazing toward sunlight as he’d lay back into the dirt and grin just barely, “I want to be a medical ninja.” The silence broken and ears perking just momentarily before they’d sit forward and look to each other.
Not much time would slip past them before another voice would crack through the dim time they had so seemingly approached. Eyes intrigued by the words let loose and the feelings suddenly vibrating through them almost as if the entire body, all but the brain and eyes had fallen into a deep slumber, “You aren’t here for nothing. We simply hone your skill.” Yashiro would continue with a light voice, “You my son. You are here to forge your own future. Don’t let us hold you back even if Mom is a witch.” Without hesitation Yashiro would come to stand before stepping away from Inkei and toward their latest home. The look on her face humble but the thoughts shifting her mind very demonic. Should she laugh here the only thing that was left to be known was whether today was the day Yashiro died or not and with one glance toward her son had the very help ridden thoughts disperse from her brain before she’d crack the sweetest smile he’d seen in ages.
Nightfall was the young Shenji’s most intense timing of day and he hadn’t missed one in quite some time. Taking leave from their training ground he would find his way to the bed of his, softer then a feather and close his eyes before thinking to himself of how great he’d gotten off. Not only this but the fact that he was in full support of the people who had once forced him through things he couldn’t exactly handle before a certain aging. No more would there be a wait – he was here and now. Ready and willing to do whatever it was he needed to do to get where he so desperately wanted to be. Big dreams such as Kage were never so easily weaseled into his mind. Being restricted to one village for so long just wasn’t the greatest idea. At a desk all hours of the days lived doing what? Filling out paper? Ah hell, what had he known at such an age but then again, what hadn’t he? This journey was just beginning and the first step was most positively becoming a Genin and done with ease.
