Kyo Maeda
Apr 4, 2011 16:04:43 GMT -7
Post by rabble' on Apr 4, 2011 16:04:43 GMT -7
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Far as battle is concerned, this boy has trained as a shinobi. Can keep himself calm and collected enough to deal with threats. Although he does have a bit of a weak spot and it is, of course, his art. Quick to anger if his creations are ridiculed, most of the time. May lose a bit of his focus, but he's generally still able to function properly, still able to fight effectively- more or less. Anger can help sometimes just as it can hinder. Tries to shut out personal issues during a fight, but it doesn't always work out that way.[/div][/ul]
During his time within that small village, he learned many techniques of the Sankuchi, motivated to be as strong as he could to protect their art, especially from the greedy Tanrans who practically lived next door. His mother, Kayo, taught him just about all he knows about the clan techniques and sculpting. Although his father, Takeo, was more of a painter, even a part of the Li clan, taught him how to create art with a brush and paint as well, very quickly too. Though he wasn’t really all that interested in learning those techniques, far more indulged by the Toujitakuma’s famed exploding sculptures- Obsessed, almost. By the time he was eleven, he was skilled well beyond his years, even some sort of prodigy, but he didn’t really stick with it.
The thought of running away from home isn’t all that uncommon for young children, especially one who hates where he lives, such as young Kyo. Sure he wanted to protect the art, but it was difficult to go day by day living so close to those who only made art for money and even destroyed masterpieces in the past. And being young and naïve, the boy couldn’t stand it any longer, snapped and ran at the young age of eleven. The world was a dangerous place, but thanks to his skill with his bloodlimit, he wasn’t about to be eaten by the wildlife nor killed by some mediocre bandits. Having fled south without really realizing it, he ultimately ran into the edge of the vast deserts of the Land of Wind, and he went along the side of it until he ran into a caravan readying up to cross the barren hills.
This rather small group of people was made up of Dhënada clan members getting ready to cross the desert to the Dessabo branch, located in the southeastern part of the country. They weren’t heartless and eventually caved, let Kyo venture with them after he pestered them for a while. Surely he wouldn’t be followed across a desert, right? Well, that was his logic at least. The long trip wasn’t that fun, to say the least, what with the heat and how easily his skin burned, forcing himself to remain covered and, therefore, even hotter. Although within the caravan there was a young girl who was about his age, Takara Arai was her name, and she provided quite a bit of entertainment. They got along quite well and she even explained to him what her clan was all about, how they explored the mysteries of the planet and all that. Intrigued, he didn’t part with the group when they stopped for supplies at Hitofuki, stuck with them in hopes of learning more.
It was quite some time before they reached Dessabo, and he spent quite a few years there learning more and more about the clan. Sure they weren’t the most welcoming of people, but he didn’t mind, especially when he learned how one of the things the clan held in high regard was art, right up there with science and life. Kyo learned a lot in the five years he spent at that branch of the clan, damn near inseparable with Takara for a good majority of the time. She was a bit more reckless than he was and the two got into a lot of trouble, but they believed it was worth it simply because of all the fun they had. Although he wasn’t quite as involved in the clan as she was, sure he learned how to perform the techniques, but he never really learned any. Takara, on the other hand, spent a lot of time mastering them.
Five years they spent there, it took that long for Takara to grow bored of the branch and convince Kyo to leave with her. Not really wanting his best friend to go out on her own, of course he accepted and they went with the next caravan that left Dessabo and the Land of Wind altogether. Where it went they didn’t really care, and they parted with the group upon reaching the Land of the River. Heading north, they managed to make it to the Land of Rain and even stumbled upon the Village of Rain, completely by accident too. Of course they were questioned at first, as to why they were at the village, and they explained exactly how they got there and why- Even they knew that lying to ninja was a bad idea. And after the skill they each of them possessed was discovered, it was offered for them to join the academy and become ninja for the village.
Kyo was wary of this offer, knew that it meant he wouldn’t be able to spend quite as much time with his art, but with some encouragement from Takara, he finally agreed. The main selling point was that he would be able to use his sculptures to their fullest potential, to use the explosive clay against his enemies. Both of them seventeen years old by then, they stood out quite a bit in the academy, but they were also able to progress through it at a relatively fast rate since they already were well aware of how to mold chakra. It was easy for them to pass the exam and be given the title of genin, mostly because of the skills they obtained before even entering the village.
Within the Village of Rain, there was a small pottery store ran by a Tanran, something that Kyo tried very hard not to pay attention to. But about a month or so after that bastard spotted him, a Toujitakuma genin, word of it managed to get back to his home town along with a description of him. His parents ended up at the front gates not too long after, more on a wild goose chase for their only and missing child more than anything. Oh how excited they were when they found out that it really was their son, the only problem was that they couldn’t take him back home with them. Not only did he not want to go, but they couldn’t just up and leave with a ninja, not safely at least. So they bought a small house there, opened up an art shop simply to pay the bills and share their creations.[/div]
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Personality
Far as battle is concerned, this boy has trained as a shinobi. Can keep himself calm and collected enough to deal with threats. Although he does have a bit of a weak spot and it is, of course, his art. Quick to anger if his creations are ridiculed, most of the time. May lose a bit of his focus, but he's generally still able to function properly, still able to fight effectively- more or less. Anger can help sometimes just as it can hinder. Tries to shut out personal issues during a fight, but it doesn't always work out that way.[/div][/ul]
History
During his time within that small village, he learned many techniques of the Sankuchi, motivated to be as strong as he could to protect their art, especially from the greedy Tanrans who practically lived next door. His mother, Kayo, taught him just about all he knows about the clan techniques and sculpting. Although his father, Takeo, was more of a painter, even a part of the Li clan, taught him how to create art with a brush and paint as well, very quickly too. Though he wasn’t really all that interested in learning those techniques, far more indulged by the Toujitakuma’s famed exploding sculptures- Obsessed, almost. By the time he was eleven, he was skilled well beyond his years, even some sort of prodigy, but he didn’t really stick with it.
The thought of running away from home isn’t all that uncommon for young children, especially one who hates where he lives, such as young Kyo. Sure he wanted to protect the art, but it was difficult to go day by day living so close to those who only made art for money and even destroyed masterpieces in the past. And being young and naïve, the boy couldn’t stand it any longer, snapped and ran at the young age of eleven. The world was a dangerous place, but thanks to his skill with his bloodlimit, he wasn’t about to be eaten by the wildlife nor killed by some mediocre bandits. Having fled south without really realizing it, he ultimately ran into the edge of the vast deserts of the Land of Wind, and he went along the side of it until he ran into a caravan readying up to cross the barren hills.
This rather small group of people was made up of Dhënada clan members getting ready to cross the desert to the Dessabo branch, located in the southeastern part of the country. They weren’t heartless and eventually caved, let Kyo venture with them after he pestered them for a while. Surely he wouldn’t be followed across a desert, right? Well, that was his logic at least. The long trip wasn’t that fun, to say the least, what with the heat and how easily his skin burned, forcing himself to remain covered and, therefore, even hotter. Although within the caravan there was a young girl who was about his age, Takara Arai was her name, and she provided quite a bit of entertainment. They got along quite well and she even explained to him what her clan was all about, how they explored the mysteries of the planet and all that. Intrigued, he didn’t part with the group when they stopped for supplies at Hitofuki, stuck with them in hopes of learning more.
It was quite some time before they reached Dessabo, and he spent quite a few years there learning more and more about the clan. Sure they weren’t the most welcoming of people, but he didn’t mind, especially when he learned how one of the things the clan held in high regard was art, right up there with science and life. Kyo learned a lot in the five years he spent at that branch of the clan, damn near inseparable with Takara for a good majority of the time. She was a bit more reckless than he was and the two got into a lot of trouble, but they believed it was worth it simply because of all the fun they had. Although he wasn’t quite as involved in the clan as she was, sure he learned how to perform the techniques, but he never really learned any. Takara, on the other hand, spent a lot of time mastering them.
Five years they spent there, it took that long for Takara to grow bored of the branch and convince Kyo to leave with her. Not really wanting his best friend to go out on her own, of course he accepted and they went with the next caravan that left Dessabo and the Land of Wind altogether. Where it went they didn’t really care, and they parted with the group upon reaching the Land of the River. Heading north, they managed to make it to the Land of Rain and even stumbled upon the Village of Rain, completely by accident too. Of course they were questioned at first, as to why they were at the village, and they explained exactly how they got there and why- Even they knew that lying to ninja was a bad idea. And after the skill they each of them possessed was discovered, it was offered for them to join the academy and become ninja for the village.
Kyo was wary of this offer, knew that it meant he wouldn’t be able to spend quite as much time with his art, but with some encouragement from Takara, he finally agreed. The main selling point was that he would be able to use his sculptures to their fullest potential, to use the explosive clay against his enemies. Both of them seventeen years old by then, they stood out quite a bit in the academy, but they were also able to progress through it at a relatively fast rate since they already were well aware of how to mold chakra. It was easy for them to pass the exam and be given the title of genin, mostly because of the skills they obtained before even entering the village.
Within the Village of Rain, there was a small pottery store ran by a Tanran, something that Kyo tried very hard not to pay attention to. But about a month or so after that bastard spotted him, a Toujitakuma genin, word of it managed to get back to his home town along with a description of him. His parents ended up at the front gates not too long after, more on a wild goose chase for their only and missing child more than anything. Oh how excited they were when they found out that it really was their son, the only problem was that they couldn’t take him back home with them. Not only did he not want to go, but they couldn’t just up and leave with a ninja, not safely at least. So they bought a small house there, opened up an art shop simply to pay the bills and share their creations.[/div]
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