You've gotta live this life, till you die.
Sept 7, 2011 22:50:49 GMT -7
Post by :.Grim on Sept 7, 2011 22:50:49 GMT -7
It's like I have it all, but what's it all worth?
Shichiyou, Luxus::Name
Five::Alias
17::Age
September 31st::Date of Birth
Male::Gender
5'8''::Height
Varies::Weight
O-::Bloodtype
Chaotic Neutral::Alignment
Hi no Kuni::Birth Country
Kusagakure no Sato::Allegiance
Genin::Status
Uchiha::Bloodline
Five::Alias
17::Age
September 31st::Date of Birth
Male::Gender
5'8''::Height
Varies::Weight
O-::Bloodtype
Chaotic Neutral::Alignment
Hi no Kuni::Birth Country
Kusagakure no Sato::Allegiance
Genin::Status
Uchiha::Bloodline
Breakdown.
Specialties
- Genjutsu Prodigy
- Phantasm[Freebie]
- Pattern[Freebie]
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- Phantasm[Freebie]
- Taijutsu Prodigy
- Kenjutsu
- Krav Maga
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- Kenjutsu
- Ninjutsu Demi-Prodigy
- Katon[Freebie]
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- Katon[Freebie]
- Clan Demi-Prodigy
- Uchiha
- Seitetsu[Mastered]
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- Uchiha
- Miscellaneous Specialties
- AnBu[Future]
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- AnBu[Future]
Layout.
Personality
He looks at life a way to serve a greater good, though his beliefs in good and evil may be swayed from what most believe in. He doesn't so much view good and evil as much as right and wrong. He has a standard of morals that have formed a code or creed that he lives by. Protect those whom aren't capable of doing so themselves. Never harm an innocent. Freedom isn't free though always attainable. Refuse all illegal substances. Live by the code and never forget. It's because of this creed that he's survived and surfaced as such an individual along with other scarring moments of his past. He can be viewed as an Outlaw at times do to his carefree attitude toward the laws and rules. Though he's very aware of the punishment that comes from breaking them. Understanding that every action will come an equal reaction.
He believes his personality should match his body in the sense of keeping a tough exterior. Showing sadness or depression is like showing an injury or wound that an opponent can easily tear apart from the inside out. He prefers to appear cold, tough and willing to do whatever it takes to get the job done. Though at times he can be just what he appears, he holds no hesitation in taking the lives of others should they attempt to cause him any harm or threatened a friend. He views death as a natural occurrence in everyone's life it's just a matter of time. Death is one of the few Absolute Truths.
Do to his time growing up in that facility he lacks a lot of social skills and understandings of social norms. It's because of that he has a hard time placing his trust in others or even letting his guard down in a personal one on one conversation. Let alone physical contact, he prefers to distance himself from others. Never being hugged as a child is something that leads to such a situation in the distance. Though his mistrust of others has kept him alive thus far, why should he change his strategy other than being lonely absolutely sucks. He wants to find people he can place his trust in and let his guard down, eventually he knows he will. It will just take some time and tests to find the right ones.
Though he remains quiet, he can hold long discussions with the right people without any issues. Though one of his favorite past times is to go out into the countryside and just sit in the tall grass on a hill and look out into the rolling hills covered in all the wondrous flowers and wildlife. He'll often go out there and begin to write in his journal about his day or how he's been feeling over the past time since he last wrote. At times random entries of views on life will be written, as if a philosophical side lays buried beneath his steel exterior. Though even if he isn't writing, he'll go sit out and put earphones in his ears and begin listening to music. He can do this night or day, during the day it's to enjoy the wondrous natural beauty of Kusa no Kuni. Though at night he'll find himself a roof or a hill somewhere and just lay back and stare at the stars. The stars remind him that freedom is always attainable, all you have to do is reach for it.
As for bad habits there's a whole list of them depending on who you're asking. He enjoys to drink, though he doesn't hold much before he's reached his limit. Though despite reaching his safe limit it normally doesn't stop him from continuing until he passes out. He tends to be a little hot headed even when sober, should you approach the situation wrong with him you may end up in some form of a brawl with him. He does it half the time to keep his reputation of being tough yet he knows when it's time to act appropriate and when it doesn't matter as much. He also enjoys breaking rules and laws, though he prefers the term 'disregarding or ignoring' them. Either way he finds himself in trouble far to often when he's not off on a mission or training somewhere. When it comes down to the mission he will often remain focused and serious, though this doesn't mean he throws all his normal personality traits out the window. He just tries to focus more on getting the job done then starting some fight with a random guy along the way.
Appearance
He would come at at distance in average appearance, he lacks any real muscle tone, though he isn't overly scrawny. His build is average of that of a male whom wasn't up for hand to hand combat. Though of course this is only an appearance from a far. When looking closer at Luxus's appearance, you would first note the blue hair, not of natural color but died for his identity's sake. Second thing you would note would be that of his skin tone. His light grey skin would be different from the white tone of a normal Caucasian in this country. His skin would take a grey tone for one reason and one reason to forever stand true. His body was primarily made of steel due to a ritual preformed on him when he was younger. It's due to his steel body that he tends to stand out in a crowd, if the sun hits him just right he'll even glisten in it. Along with other parts of his body that would stand out, his face holds a tattoo placed upon him before the ritual, by the people whom had kidnapped hip as an infant. It has grown with him keeping it's shape, it's a marker of his past for him to forever remember. The black tribal swirls don't stand out as much in the grey as they did in the white tone, yet they were still visible none the less.
His build is basic, muscular tone forms despite the steel body, he doesn't come off as scrawny though he's no body builder that's for sure. He prefers the tough guy exterior in appearance. If he was to put on tight clothing his body would seem to be rippling with muscles, though he prefers a little more baggy clothing to seem modest about his appearance. He's very aware of his own physical capabilities, he doesn't need to re-ensure others. Though he doesn't hold a statuesque height for his build, he can be considered short to most males. Though he hasn't reached the last of his growth spurts so who knows if he'll remain at five feet and eight inches. Though you have to give the kid his credit for weighting so damn much he does keep a good form. His weight will always fluctuate unfortunately do to the ability to shift the density of his own body. Being made of steel does have a few downfalls after all.
His blue hair is about the only thing that keeps him slightly normally in the Grass Village do to the large population of the Kiteteha and the Hanakora families. They have some form of genetic ability in having strange hair colors or something along those lines. Though Luxus doesn't have such genetics, his was simply created due to the dyes ordered to be used by his superiors. You can at times find black roots forming in his hair, though it's not often that it happens. He keeps a close eye on his hair length to make sure those roots don't surface often, sometimes parts of the past are better left buried. Blue hair, black eyes and grey metallic skin, not a single thing is normal about the boy, not even his attitude.
He bares no scars on his body for he'd never met any real combat until long after the ritual had been preformed on his body. The metal may crack and break in places, but he's capable of restoring it and keeping himself looking brand new. He was never fond of being made of steel ever since they had turned him into it, yet in his later years of training he realized a large amount of benefits. The ability to control the strength and density of the metal along with shape and forms it takes. He had become a human weapon, a true shinobi in a sense. He would grow yet never really seem to age, always keeping a young face, wrinkles will never plague his ways. Though a downfall to being made of steel is that cold exterior, he views himself as a monster in a society of butterflies and flowers he is the serpent.
His wardrobe consists of simple items of clothing, nothing over the top or bright in color. He usually is found wearing a simple pair of faded blue jeans that have a worn out right knee and a few other random holes that seams hold together. Though his jeans aren't manufactured to appear like that. Underneath that he wears simple black spandex boxers meant for working out in. Over his chest he is either wearing a plain white t-shirt or a black one. Every now and then he'll put on long sleeves though it's rare. When out and about he will normally wear a black leather vest over his shirt that contains various items such as his ryo pouch. On his feet he wears black low ankle socks and then over those black combat boots that are steel toed to protect him in combat. Though his body is made of steel regardless. Almost always on his forehead is that infamous Kusagakure Shinobi Headband. Despite not knowing the truth about his past he has some misunderstood honor and love for the Village that houses him. On his back right hip sits his butt-bag filled with all his shinobi tools. On his left side hip, attached to the waistline is his Katana.
Leather Vest
History
//Root.
Everyone has their roots right? Like where they are from, or what made them into who they are today. Well I guess I'm like everyone else in that sense, though my roots are far from normal even for this crazy world we live in. I was born on September thirty-first roughly seventeen years ago. Though within the first two years of my life I would become the victim of a deadly game of politics. During the entire rise of the Uchiha Clan in Konoha, members of the Council would begin to defend their positions by plotting against the powerful lineage that may one day overcome their Village. It would be a usual night within my family home until a discrete three man cell of high ranking Shinobi would breach through a window in my room. One member would secure me from my crib while the other two would move silently through the halls of my home until they found my parents in deep slumber, the blades would paint the walls red with the Uchiha Lineage. These three men belonged to an off the record Organization within Konoha referred to as Root. They were highly trained operatives whom were as skilled as any member of the the ANBU Black Ops. Some say Root is a part of ANBU, but works for the sake of the Village, not for the sake of the Hokage in charge. Though that didn't matter at this point, I would be taken away and smuggled out of the Village along with six other children. We would then be separated to different people whom would all part in different directions, the seven Uchiha babies would sent off to Seven different Shinobi Villages with a price paid in full for our lives.
I was purchased by a high ranking Shinobi of power whom resided within Kirigakure no Sato. I was to be brought to the Village discretely and experimented on as I was raised. Some of my earliest memories would be roughly around age five, I had spent the first years in a cell watched over by cloaked medical ninja whom had no faces so far as I was concerned. Though at age five I would be taken from my cell and placed on an operating table. Another prisoner would be brought into the room, a male whom had seen far better days. They would speak of a ritual and I would be left in the dark about it all. Finally they'd force the other male to begin this ritual upon my body. Surrounding me with pieces of steel, I don't think I'd been that scared ever again in my life. The ritual was painful and painstakingly long, as he transformed my body into a steel like substance. Screams of pain and agony would echo through the hallways of this underground facility. Eventually the pain would become to great and my eyes would roll back into their sockets as I blacked out. Awakening days later, I would be back in my cell, hooked up to several medical machines and being constantly monitored by a medic. Days would come and go as my body healed from the inhuman ritual they had preformed on me. Unsure of what exactly had been done, I would just lay there staring at the ceiling wondering what the hell was going on and if I was ever going to know who I even was.
Though after a month of isolation I would be removed from my cell and placed in a room that unlike the rest of the facility, it was furnished with wood flooring and walls covered in book cases filled to the brim with various colored books. A grand desk with a large chair would be the focal point, I was stood in front of the desk accompanied by two men in what would be later explained to me as ANBU gear. A man would turn around in the chair to face me, he was older and dressed in a suit, unlike everyone else whom worked in the facility. I was told that everything that happened here was for the betterment of the Village. That I was going to become the ultimate weapon for the Village. Though I didn't even know what Village I was in this entire time. Years had passed and I had hardly even interacted with people. They would allow me enough interaction with faculty to learn vocal skills and some mannerisms. Though he'd finally stop preaching his goals for me and ask if I had any questions. The first would come to mind, I asked what my name was. He'd laugh a bit and look down at a binder filled with paperwork. He'd respond with my name, Luxus Shichiyou. It wasn't the name given to me at birth, though one created for this fake identity I would be forced to assume. Second question was just as simple, what Village was he talking about. Kusagakure was his response. Third question what they hell had they done to me, he'd stop grinning and give me a stern face. One of the guards would quickly elbow me in the gut while another would through their forearm into the back of my head, dropping me to my knees. I would be dragged back to my cell and left alone for roughly a week.
It had been three years since they had preformed that terrible ritual on my body and now they'd begin my training. Teaching me basic combat in hand to hand to defend myself. Along with allowing me to work out I wouldn't be completely isolated within my cell. I'd spend every second I could get to train just so I wouldn't have to lay there and stare at the same boring blank ceiling for hours on end. Soon enough they'd begin to teach me of basic Ninjutsu and Genjutsu allowing me to figure out what I was naturally capable of using. Finding out that my natural elemental affinity was fire and that most elemental and ninjutsu techniques weren't a specialty of mine they'd soon focus me more on Genjutsu than Nin. What I had become a part of was something much like Root of Konohagkure, though this was something the current Kusagakure Council knew of. Though money spent on my life was something they would never be informed of. Instead of actually attending the Academy I would be trained with other shinobi in this underground facility. They were hoping to program me into some kind of super soldier, though the joke was on them. I was still a kid inside. Though I would act as if my mental stamina had been broken, that I was programmable. What I wasn't aware of that, they really had broken part of my spirit and reprogrammed me already.
//Blades of Grass.
I would soon enough be awarded with a brand new Kusagakure headband that was my mark of success. There would still be a month before freedom was mine. They would debrief me on all my goals along with everything that would be expected of me as a Shinobi. I was going to be watched by specialists, if I tried to flee the village or betray it, I would be killed without a second thought. So all in all I was a part of what we like to call indentured servitude. Going to sleep one night, I'd wake up in the morning finding myself in a strange room, empty. Sitting up quickly I found all my stuff plus some new gear folded up and placed next to my bed. Getting dressed quickly, I'd clench my hand around the headband as I opened the door to the room. Looking around I found myself in an empty apartment, remembering from the debriefing that I'd be given a new home unfurnished. This was it then, I was a slave and slightly free all at the same time. I was to tell no-one about what I had experienced in growing up. Though I wasn't to tell a soul, I would begin writing all my memories down in this journal. A living testament to the survival of this tortured soul. They of course knew all about it, though allowed it so long as it remained a secret.
Years would come and go as I stayed average in the eyes of Kusagakure. A few questions here or there would arise and someone higher rank always seemed to shove them beneath an invisible rug allowing me to continue living this falsified life. It wouldn't be until the attacks of the Kikkiwa on Hotaru Hanakora. It would be a dark night that soon enough the black sky glowed from the flames of civil war. A cloaked figure would come to my door, I was given an order to remain on the sidelines for this. Should I encounter a fight between Kikkiwa and Hanakora, and insisted on joining in. I must aid the Kikkiwa over the Hanakora. I didn't like going against the Clan of the current Kusakage, though this family of swordsmen had shown enough tenacity that the Council must have truly feared them. In time after the quick civil war Hotaru would step down for the protection of her family and Village. One of the Kikkiwa would rise to power and begin to outlaw the Hanakora slowly but surely. The Village would begin to change into a more military based setting. I hated everything that was going on, wanted it to return to normal. I had grown to hate the Kikkiwa and everything they stood for. Though I would get my chance all in due time.
It was when a strange shinobi from another nation would set the Village ablaze, killing the Kikkiwa in charge along with a few other high ranking member's. Their soldiers would flood to the streets in hope of assisting their brethren. Another cloaked shinobi appeared near me slipping me a small piece of paper. 'The Era of the Kikkiwa ends now,' as soon as I had received the note, the messenger had vanished, though the order was clear. Seeing three Kikkiwa head toward the gate I would cut them off. I was being watched by the Root shinobi, no doubt in my mind. As the Kikkiwa would draw blades toward me, I would draw mine in response. Within mere instances the interaction would be complete as all three figures would drop to drown in their own blood. Sheathing my blade I would feel accomplished after watching such a violent take over. Before I could even loot the bodies, cloaked shinobi had removed them from sight to cover the crimes I had committed. It would appear as if I had some benefits to being a slave to the Council. A soldier of an unseen command. So for now I would watch Kusagakure grow and expand and decline over years. Remaining a faceless and nameless soldier of fortune, looking for some rhyme or reason as to why my life had brought me here.[/blockquote]