Eiji.
Jan 24, 2010 19:52:29 GMT -7
Post by Eiji. on Jan 24, 2010 19:52:29 GMT -7
File Number: 138
[/size].:Gekijou no Tsuchi:.
.:Fury of the Earth:.
Name: Kaguya, Eiji
Alias: None.
Age: 20
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 165 lbs.
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Birth Country: Iwa no Kuni
Village: Iwagakure no Sato
Repertoire[/i]
[li]NinJutsu Specialist
- Katon no Jutsu
- Suiton no Jutsu
- Doton no Jutsu
- Open
- Open
- Open
[/li][li]TaiJutsu Specialist
- Open
- Open
- Open
- Open
- Open
- Open
[/li][li]Clan Non-Specialist
- Kaguya
- Kumomusha
- Kishiyagi [Grand Master]
- Tokagekuran [Grand Master]
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Observational Notations
The Physical
Overall
Tall, strong, fit. The subject at his prime is the ideal fighting complex. He is powerful yet nimble, graceful yet without limitations. Even beyond his fighting capability, he has long hair as well as skin without blemish. He is thin, but not discouragingly so. Even his scars from surgery have become all but invisible. Adding to that, his entire body, including those arms we added, have become remarkably strong given the circumstances. He is quite muscular and has even adapted his extra arms to the capabilities of his current arms. His eyes are brown, but have an odd tint of yellow here and there that has confounded all of us. Basically, he is a normal 20 year old ninja. That is, of course, if you ignore the fact that he has six arms, horns, scales, and the ability to produce bones at will... And for whatever reason, he never ceases to wear that white and black kimono. Something or other about his family... It's of no use to us anyway.
Regular Nutriton
The subject is well built, with clearly defined physical features. His skin is a healthy white, and there is vigor with his movements. The subject is tall, and his hair actually retains healthy color as well. He is of a medium frame, yet still quite powerful. He retains all of the physical characteristics listed previously in the section containing his regular physical diagnostics. A healthy 20 year old lad; thin, agile, strong. He is perfectly normal save for his extra additions.
Malnourished
As we tend to keep him without proper nutrition, he is often hunch-backed and extremely pale. We only do it so he doesn't have the strength to escape, but it still pains me to see him this way. His hair falls out in clumps and he easily becomes wounded. His sluggish movements are often staggered between gasps for breath, as if he could conjure food from that air he desperately intakes. His muscles have receded as well, leaving only his bony self in its place. His ribs can easily be counted in the conditions we place him in. Poor, poor Eiji. And he's one of our prominent Kaguya's, too!
The Psychological
He has fallen prey to the brainwashing of our facility. His mind is as blank as a marble slate. However, it is strange that he should appear this way, for in our records it is shown that he has retained individuality. He passes all our tests with flying colors, and it appears as though obedience is of no true concern. He follows all orders, yet we keep him malnourished out of fear. Many think he merely acts brainwashed, and in reality is more intelligent and full of spite than we believe. Of course, that is preposterous. He has had plenty of times to escape and has never tried once to disobey his masters. Nevertheless, I am to keep a log of his previous ways.
True Nature
Before the brainwashing, he was an energetic fellow. He would spew bones whenever we tried to get close to him. Head-strong and intelligent, he had outwitted many of our attempts to detain him in the past. However, with parents in our own captivity, he surrendered easily to us. He is not one to forsake his own flesh and blood, and for that we assume he is a loyal subject to friends as well. It would appear, however, as though he is not very strong willed. He fell easily to our brainwashing; he was our minion before he turned ten. Always defensive, however, for his family's sake and his own. He'd show such anger when we threatened anyone's safety, and has even overreacted in such ways that we needed three tranquilizers to calm him into sleep. He's a strange one, yet a prominent subject for our tests.
The Historical
Due to inexplicable events, the file containing the collected data, including all tests, both medical and experimental, recorded history, documented ability and predicted future development, have disappeared from our stored records. They were apparently stolen, yet it is undetermined by who or what and where they may have gone off to. At his current age, we have nearly finished his training and do not intend to restore his recorded files.
The Journal
My name is Eiji Kaguya. At this time, I am twelve years old. I have been beaten, whipped, and forced into the submission of my kidnappers. They believe me to be their toy to play with, but I have seen how the others act. Those who have been brainwashed before me are treated with the closest thing to care I may ever see, and so I know I must act in these ways. I will not become victim to their plots. I will not die as one of these evil abominations that they forge here.
If this is being read by anyone other than myself, it may be assumed I am already dead. I am only twelve, but I have been forced to mature beyond silly numbers. I have learned much from my stolen documents, my own files included. They still wonder where they could have possibly been gone to, but I have hid them well. I know my own past, my history, my name, and all that they have recorded for me. I know the nature of the experiments already performed on me, and I know I am a supposed "killing machine."
What I write here is my own personal record of my time here. I use scraps of paper that have been left about, but there is not much of such around. I fear I will lose my individuality before I am able to obtain my next piece of parchment. The conditions here are hard; I am no longer fed each day, but once a week. They know I used to rebel, and I can see in their eyes they are still afraid of my abilities. I remember the first time I tried to stab someone with my own bones. This is not the time to reminisce, however. I run short on parchment, and the ink in my pen al---
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My current age is sixteen. It has been 3 years since I have last written. Due to unfortunate circumstances, I have lost my last piece of parchment. I had to eat the last journal entry in order to keep it from the patrol of scientists. Therefore, a years worth of progress has been lost. However, it is not all bad. It merely was a record of constant training, which was mostly a failure due to my malnourished state. They've been teaching me, lately, how to remove the excess of calcium from my body. They tell me that if I don't learn to do it on my own, I will die. It's quite a painful process, but worth it so that I may live. I continue to review the files I have stolen, learning about myself from them even though I have read them a thousand times before.
Recently, they pitted me against two other subjects. One was a female, with a hand that bore a mouth like the one on her face. The other was a male with eyes of crimson nature that I feel I have seen before in other records lying around. However, as I am malnourished, I found it difficult to even use my Kekkei Genkai. I was defeated, sadly, by both, with the other male eventually being the victor. It was a test of our abilities, really, and I was not punished for my defeat. Although in any other case, I would have been.
The other day, one of the scientists approached me with a picture in hand. As I have acted thus far as a brainwashed experiment, I sat in the normal corner where I do everyday. The scientists revealed to me the picture; it was of myself, six years ago. I was normal then, without my additional appendages. It was a test of my individuality, but of course I reacted against my anger. I merely sat there blankly, and when he left looked upon myself. I now have six arms, a scaly exterior, as well as bovine horns on my cranium. I am no monster, but instead a powerful God. These people will pay for what they have done to the other subjects. I, however, do thank them. They gave me the tools necessary to bring them to their knees...
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I have survived, against all odds, to the age of eighteen. I write so little that it is hard to know exactly what I have gone through, but it still remains clear in my mind. During the past few days they have began to feed me normally again. Over the years, my rations have slowly increased, as I regain my strength and the scientists find trust in me. I am their little pet, or so it would seem. However, even if I had gained the strength of ten men of my size, it would not be enough to escape. I am too inexperienced with the inner workings of the complex. Not to mention, the other experiments running around...
I have seen them. Horrible, twisted creatures that these men have forged together. They are the results of two or more different people, animals, or anything else the scientists can imagine. These are only the ones who survive. The ones who don't are even worse; they barely retain the looks of either component and have mutated into horrendous ways. Some enter the morgue as these grotesque abominations, and some enter as bits and pieces. Some go in clean, others covered in their own blood and fluids. It's a horrible site to bear, but it reminds one that they are mortal themselves, and it reminds me how lucky I was to survive and remain human.
My time runs short, however. I fear that soon I shall be placed into real world combat, the place I was trained for. Although there I will be placed into a position to escape, I will be hunted as a monster forged by these lunatics. I will have no life anywhere but inside this own facility, and so I must hope for an outside source or to break free myself. The latter, however, is a tale of false hope. Escape is futile, as they say, and I fear I will find my life taken on the battlefield, whether it be by enemy hand or my own...
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I am twenty years of age. I am Eiji Kaguya. I write these words so that I may remember who I am. It is harder here now. They don't even refer to me by a number anymore. I just simply exist here. I have no individuality. I am weak, what with the small rations and all. It is difficult for me to sit here everyday and be subject to their constant tests, training, and God knows what else. Sometimes I think that the food they give me is filled with more experiments... Pills or some powder that will be the end of me. But soon, I will escape.
Security grows tighter now. The two I had fought some years ago are also still alive, as far as I can tell. That is why the security heightens. In case they too feel the need to escape. I can no longer stay here in this hell-hole. It's eating away at me. I am surprised that I have even managed to maintain my sanity. I still keep my files hidden and well kept. Although, time does take its toll on simple ink. Letters fade and scratches are made along the words. I will make it a point to rewrite it when I escape from here. If I ever escape from here...
I fear that this will be my final entry for a long time to come. They've begun to notice that things have gone missing. Papers, writing utensils, scraps of food and such. Things that, given my "brainwashed" state, should not be stolen. I may never see the light of day again, nor will I be able to write my tales into parchment as a record of myself. I pray to whatever deity there is that I will escape here, or that I may be rescued. Perhaps I am not the only one who has managed to avoid losing their minds. Alone, we are weakened, easily defeated. Together, however, we would be able to conquer them. To escape...