Octane Kitateha(Done)
Mar 3, 2012 5:28:40 GMT -7
Post by octane on Mar 3, 2012 5:28:40 GMT -7
Octane Kitateha
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Name: Octane Kitateha
Bloodlimit: None
Height: 5”9
Weight: 78 kgs
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Birth Country: Sound
Village:Sound
Special:
Medical Specialist
Clan specialist
Genjutsu Non-Specialist
Ninjutsu Non-specialist
Misc Specialist
Weapons
Primary Weapon:
See Below
Secondary Items
See Below
Non-Weapon Items
See Below
Character Depth
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The depth of the soul...can only be measured in the depth of ones tears...
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Personality:
Though we create the illusions of the world, we in turn are created by the illusions we create and others create. The experiences and interactions this world has to offer is what shapes us and melds who we are and who we become. Ultimately though it may sound complex, all things in the world can be classified as either one side or the other in the war. Which has being fought for millennia and will be fought forever more. You are either a bastion of good or well of evil, though we approach it differently this illusion of the world is unravelled into either light or darkness. Sometimes we don’t even see which side we fight for...only that we are fighting.
Light or dark? Which side is octane fighting for.. he fights for the light, he feels it in every action and every breath. The righteous people long past stand beside him and guide his every move, helping him uphold honour, integrity and helps him fight for justice, especially for those who cannot fight themselves. Octane promised himself long ago to be the sword that never wounds, never pierces yet still has the strength to fight off of the darkness and rally his companions. He believes that the right to take life, isn’t something granted easily nor should everyone have the ability to do it, but alas that secret has escaped.
His illusions and the weapons he uses are aimed never to kill only in the most drastic senses, but rather send them away from this world. To a place where they cannot do any harm to themselves or others, to be the sword that never wounds. To never lie or betray, for these are illusions that he never wants to cast himself, or ever have cast upon himself. To be the change that he wants to see in the world, so lying hasn’t ever really occurred to octane, secrets and lies only hurt oneself. But he also understands they are nesscery against foes, this he has yet to come to terms with. To find a middle ground for him and his ideals.
His quirks and oddness is usually rather unbelievable when you look at octane, but he has the quirks and oddness about him. He is a loner, but not in a sad and mopey way, rather a way where he enjoys his own company. Octane can be seen staring aimlessly or looking at things in an odd way, in a moment he can be silent to loud and vice versa. Though mostly he wears his normal attire, there will be random days when he decides he would like to be colourful or colourless.
Being a rather spiritual person, a strong sense of yearning is always within in the youths mind, a craving to explore and learn about the beauty the world has to offer and to meet those who are within it.Music orientated, Octane has an attraction the beauty of everything from colours to the particular sounds that can be made. He appreciates all things for their own, structure and creation and this is his greatest strength and his greatest weakness. Though the noble exists in him so does a great darkness, buried underneath all beauty, a darker sadistic side which enjoys inflicting the insanity he hides. All things being beautiful and everything profound, octane is a bizarre and very hypocritical in his personality yet, that is the illusion that has been crafted and in that way, the way he was meant to be.
Appearance:
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Beauty is skin deep...
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The world itself is an illusion, then what to make of oneself? What part do we play in the illusion? The answer is simple, we are the illusionists, we set the stage and create the characters ,we move the pieces of the game of illusions. But when the spotlight is turned upon the illusionist, what illusions do we hide behind? The illusion easiest to set up, our appearance the colours the tones and textures we wear and the definitions we are born with this is our truest and simplest illusion to cast.
Octane stands at 5”9, his face one of remarked beauty or so he is told, no blemishes no scars freckles or even the slightest scuff. His mother always told him that this was proof of his heritage, being stronger of the kitateha rather than the aburame. A refinement that only decades of Kitateha blood could produce, though he was not a female , his mother said with his skill and influence with the most beautiful of creatures that if he were to be he would be on the council.
Lightly tanned, with pale red lipsand bright green eyes. Octane’s hair seems to contrast with his facial features. His hair a deep blue black , messily scuffed this way and that but in a way that seems almost planned , perfectly placed in a most attractive way. His body is toned and tanned due to all the training involved with his training. Though all over his body, rests slits and indentations of the result of the blood genesis , where the flowers bloom and call the butterflies. He always keeps a few flowers grown, for company mainly so his image can be seen trailed by various butterflies fluttering around him or resting upon his form.
Octane tends to wear a blue scarf around his neck a dark paler blue then what is usually seen, his from is followed but a long sleeve top of the same sort of material yet darker in shade housing his collection of bugs. Over the top he wears a cloak of sorts, which if looked at closer can also house many a bug. His look is delicate gentle yet stern and poised, a true contrast of things and a definite show of humanities true nature.
Upon his hand s right in the centre lay a pair of kanji, each meaning the same thing, butterfly .Most members of the Kitateha usually are marked with this kanji. Octane choose the palms, because he never wants to forget who his family is and what he belongs to. As well as a reminder to what he stands for and a reminder for those he stands against. Being a medic, octane carries a pouch full of various medicinal equipment and a pack the contains a basic medpac, made for field use. Overall, he has a uniqueness to his appearance, that isn’t something that stands out but it exists and makes your nose crinkle and your palms itch, letting your spine tingle. He is very serene and generally handsome, yet there is a slight something you can’t put your head around when meeting him. Almost a crawling sensation
Background:
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Love is only the true illusion of the world...that is magic...
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Some stories begin with destruction, with a miracle or even a form of excitement and others nothing more a dullness that can’t be shaken. But this story begins with the smallest bit of magic, though the smallest it remains the most powerful driving force in the universe and only can be explained with four letters; love.
This love, produced something , something even more magical a child and as the storm raged one night in the land of Sound. A women screamed in agony, her voice piercing the loudest of thunder claps that echoed in the forest beyond the hut they were now situated in. The two shared their love and watched it be born into a physical from his name would be Octane Aburame, until something changed his name forever. For now his family was together, happy and peaceful.
After his birth the following years seemed to be bliss, as Octane turned five, his father wished to enact his clans ritual that of the aburame clan. His mother proud and happy of the day finally arriving also wished to enact her clans ritual and place the sacred butterflies within her son. Knowing how perilous it could be they both pursued their own desires , so it began with a team of clan experts and medics the pair began to perform the first ritual that of the aburame clans.
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Freedom is a fickle thing at best....
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It seemed to work after tedious and tiring medical healing and other such treatment the boy was fine and the bugs proud to have a new home. Then the second ritual was to be performed, this was their mistake the medic began the ritual but being still weak from the first ritual, the boy got to the end of the ritual and it seemed he did not make it. His systems failed and his lungs stopped breathing, the medics pounced him dead. His mothers heart grew could and his father’s soul stiff and as the medics removed the boy’s body the parents began their grieving at their pride and their failure. But alas, his death was a ruse and indeed the boy lived with both rituals complete. The medic saw potential in a child who could within stand both rituals and wished to pursue, other peculiar experiments. So taking the child in his weakened state, he took him back to his lab and began combining and raising his own child.
The years that passed now were a gruesome bunch, the child recovered only to have other experiments and rituals attempted on him combinations of mind altering jutsu, to communicate not with just one set of creatures, but with all. Becoming a bug master. The mind altering experiments took their own toll, in fact succeeding in the original idea. Something else happened the child became distant and began delving into the world of one’s mind and started developing his own thoughts ideologies and desired to change the perception one saw. Genjutsu was his interest, as the medic experimented he learned what he could and soon began to hone his own skills, in the art of chakra control and its role in the many alterations it can perform on ones perception. By the age of 12 the child was adept in the art of chakra control and learned in the states of one’s mind.
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Real power come from knowledge and discovery....
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As the experiments continued the boys mind though generally righteous, was odd and unnerving to. He had no sense of time and seemed to wonder and a certain oddness emerged with each passing day, his only friends the bugs that lived in him and the ones attracted to the nectar. The boy had no group skills what so ever. The day finally came where the boy wished to explore the world, as the researcher so close to his goal refused, the boy got angry and upset and confused and of their own free will the bugs reacted to his feelings and the aburame poured in their number clogging his airways and eventually suffocating him.
Terrified the boy ran from the laboratory and his prison, only to spot a file, his own file and to find his true identity and birth place of his own. There he would head and find his mother, the trip long but worth while the boy learned many a thing. About the reality of things, the world and the illusion we cast and create to protect destroy and create within society. He travelled to the clans village, only to stopped questioned and brought to their female leader, his mother. As her laid upon him, her eyes widened and she screamed in shock, she recognised his face and demanded and explanation. After many stressing hours his mother named Kiera accepted this for what it was and was over joyed to have her son back, no matter how odd and anti-social he was.
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We sometimes lose ourselves to those we long past...
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She immediately integrated him into the clans lifestyle, showing him off, though socially odd the boy was utterly beautiful, his facial features and skin and all of his physical appearance was entrancing. There was a refinement that seemed only natural to his clan, but to him, it was all an illusion. Months later his mother came to him with an edict of sorts, he was to be trained as a shinobi, though before he left he must receive a marking of his heritage, kanji placed where he wished. So the child though and wished to have a pair placed on his palms, his mother smiled taking it as a sign of how proud her son was that he wanted a pair of the kanji. The child knew just that she would react like this, hence why he requested it.
The next day he headed to the academy, where classes would be a breeze.
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Name: Octane Kitateha
Bloodlimit: None
Height: 5”9
Weight: 78 kgs
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Birth Country: Sound
Village:Sound
Special:
Medical Specialist
- Medical [0/500]
- Dian Xue Shu [0/500]
- Sensory[0/500]
- Herbalist[0/500]
- Animalist[0/250]
- Free
Clan specialist
- Kitateha [0/500]
- Aburame [0/500]
- Bug master[0/500]
- Arishu[0/500]
- Blattaria [0/250]
- Hanakora[0/250]
Genjutsu Non-Specialist
- Glamour [0/500]-Freebie
- Figment[0/500]-Freebie
- Phantasm [0/500]-Freebie
- Free
Ninjutsu Non-specialist
- Sound[0/500]
- Free
- Free
- Free
Misc Specialist
- ANBU-FROG/WOLF(future)
- Grand Mastery (Phantasm)
- Free
- Free
- Free
Weapons
Primary Weapon:
See Below
Secondary Items
See Below
Non-Weapon Items
See Below
Character Depth
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The depth of the soul...can only be measured in the depth of ones tears...
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Personality:
Though we create the illusions of the world, we in turn are created by the illusions we create and others create. The experiences and interactions this world has to offer is what shapes us and melds who we are and who we become. Ultimately though it may sound complex, all things in the world can be classified as either one side or the other in the war. Which has being fought for millennia and will be fought forever more. You are either a bastion of good or well of evil, though we approach it differently this illusion of the world is unravelled into either light or darkness. Sometimes we don’t even see which side we fight for...only that we are fighting.
Light or dark? Which side is octane fighting for.. he fights for the light, he feels it in every action and every breath. The righteous people long past stand beside him and guide his every move, helping him uphold honour, integrity and helps him fight for justice, especially for those who cannot fight themselves. Octane promised himself long ago to be the sword that never wounds, never pierces yet still has the strength to fight off of the darkness and rally his companions. He believes that the right to take life, isn’t something granted easily nor should everyone have the ability to do it, but alas that secret has escaped.
His illusions and the weapons he uses are aimed never to kill only in the most drastic senses, but rather send them away from this world. To a place where they cannot do any harm to themselves or others, to be the sword that never wounds. To never lie or betray, for these are illusions that he never wants to cast himself, or ever have cast upon himself. To be the change that he wants to see in the world, so lying hasn’t ever really occurred to octane, secrets and lies only hurt oneself. But he also understands they are nesscery against foes, this he has yet to come to terms with. To find a middle ground for him and his ideals.
His quirks and oddness is usually rather unbelievable when you look at octane, but he has the quirks and oddness about him. He is a loner, but not in a sad and mopey way, rather a way where he enjoys his own company. Octane can be seen staring aimlessly or looking at things in an odd way, in a moment he can be silent to loud and vice versa. Though mostly he wears his normal attire, there will be random days when he decides he would like to be colourful or colourless.
Being a rather spiritual person, a strong sense of yearning is always within in the youths mind, a craving to explore and learn about the beauty the world has to offer and to meet those who are within it.Music orientated, Octane has an attraction the beauty of everything from colours to the particular sounds that can be made. He appreciates all things for their own, structure and creation and this is his greatest strength and his greatest weakness. Though the noble exists in him so does a great darkness, buried underneath all beauty, a darker sadistic side which enjoys inflicting the insanity he hides. All things being beautiful and everything profound, octane is a bizarre and very hypocritical in his personality yet, that is the illusion that has been crafted and in that way, the way he was meant to be.
Appearance:
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Beauty is skin deep...
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The world itself is an illusion, then what to make of oneself? What part do we play in the illusion? The answer is simple, we are the illusionists, we set the stage and create the characters ,we move the pieces of the game of illusions. But when the spotlight is turned upon the illusionist, what illusions do we hide behind? The illusion easiest to set up, our appearance the colours the tones and textures we wear and the definitions we are born with this is our truest and simplest illusion to cast.
Octane stands at 5”9, his face one of remarked beauty or so he is told, no blemishes no scars freckles or even the slightest scuff. His mother always told him that this was proof of his heritage, being stronger of the kitateha rather than the aburame. A refinement that only decades of Kitateha blood could produce, though he was not a female , his mother said with his skill and influence with the most beautiful of creatures that if he were to be he would be on the council.
Lightly tanned, with pale red lipsand bright green eyes. Octane’s hair seems to contrast with his facial features. His hair a deep blue black , messily scuffed this way and that but in a way that seems almost planned , perfectly placed in a most attractive way. His body is toned and tanned due to all the training involved with his training. Though all over his body, rests slits and indentations of the result of the blood genesis , where the flowers bloom and call the butterflies. He always keeps a few flowers grown, for company mainly so his image can be seen trailed by various butterflies fluttering around him or resting upon his form.
Octane tends to wear a blue scarf around his neck a dark paler blue then what is usually seen, his from is followed but a long sleeve top of the same sort of material yet darker in shade housing his collection of bugs. Over the top he wears a cloak of sorts, which if looked at closer can also house many a bug. His look is delicate gentle yet stern and poised, a true contrast of things and a definite show of humanities true nature.
Upon his hand s right in the centre lay a pair of kanji, each meaning the same thing, butterfly .Most members of the Kitateha usually are marked with this kanji. Octane choose the palms, because he never wants to forget who his family is and what he belongs to. As well as a reminder to what he stands for and a reminder for those he stands against. Being a medic, octane carries a pouch full of various medicinal equipment and a pack the contains a basic medpac, made for field use. Overall, he has a uniqueness to his appearance, that isn’t something that stands out but it exists and makes your nose crinkle and your palms itch, letting your spine tingle. He is very serene and generally handsome, yet there is a slight something you can’t put your head around when meeting him. Almost a crawling sensation
Background:
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Love is only the true illusion of the world...that is magic...
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Some stories begin with destruction, with a miracle or even a form of excitement and others nothing more a dullness that can’t be shaken. But this story begins with the smallest bit of magic, though the smallest it remains the most powerful driving force in the universe and only can be explained with four letters; love.
This love, produced something , something even more magical a child and as the storm raged one night in the land of Sound. A women screamed in agony, her voice piercing the loudest of thunder claps that echoed in the forest beyond the hut they were now situated in. The two shared their love and watched it be born into a physical from his name would be Octane Aburame, until something changed his name forever. For now his family was together, happy and peaceful.
After his birth the following years seemed to be bliss, as Octane turned five, his father wished to enact his clans ritual that of the aburame clan. His mother proud and happy of the day finally arriving also wished to enact her clans ritual and place the sacred butterflies within her son. Knowing how perilous it could be they both pursued their own desires , so it began with a team of clan experts and medics the pair began to perform the first ritual that of the aburame clans.
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Freedom is a fickle thing at best....
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It seemed to work after tedious and tiring medical healing and other such treatment the boy was fine and the bugs proud to have a new home. Then the second ritual was to be performed, this was their mistake the medic began the ritual but being still weak from the first ritual, the boy got to the end of the ritual and it seemed he did not make it. His systems failed and his lungs stopped breathing, the medics pounced him dead. His mothers heart grew could and his father’s soul stiff and as the medics removed the boy’s body the parents began their grieving at their pride and their failure. But alas, his death was a ruse and indeed the boy lived with both rituals complete. The medic saw potential in a child who could within stand both rituals and wished to pursue, other peculiar experiments. So taking the child in his weakened state, he took him back to his lab and began combining and raising his own child.
The years that passed now were a gruesome bunch, the child recovered only to have other experiments and rituals attempted on him combinations of mind altering jutsu, to communicate not with just one set of creatures, but with all. Becoming a bug master. The mind altering experiments took their own toll, in fact succeeding in the original idea. Something else happened the child became distant and began delving into the world of one’s mind and started developing his own thoughts ideologies and desired to change the perception one saw. Genjutsu was his interest, as the medic experimented he learned what he could and soon began to hone his own skills, in the art of chakra control and its role in the many alterations it can perform on ones perception. By the age of 12 the child was adept in the art of chakra control and learned in the states of one’s mind.
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Real power come from knowledge and discovery....
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As the experiments continued the boys mind though generally righteous, was odd and unnerving to. He had no sense of time and seemed to wonder and a certain oddness emerged with each passing day, his only friends the bugs that lived in him and the ones attracted to the nectar. The boy had no group skills what so ever. The day finally came where the boy wished to explore the world, as the researcher so close to his goal refused, the boy got angry and upset and confused and of their own free will the bugs reacted to his feelings and the aburame poured in their number clogging his airways and eventually suffocating him.
Terrified the boy ran from the laboratory and his prison, only to spot a file, his own file and to find his true identity and birth place of his own. There he would head and find his mother, the trip long but worth while the boy learned many a thing. About the reality of things, the world and the illusion we cast and create to protect destroy and create within society. He travelled to the clans village, only to stopped questioned and brought to their female leader, his mother. As her laid upon him, her eyes widened and she screamed in shock, she recognised his face and demanded and explanation. After many stressing hours his mother named Kiera accepted this for what it was and was over joyed to have her son back, no matter how odd and anti-social he was.
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We sometimes lose ourselves to those we long past...
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She immediately integrated him into the clans lifestyle, showing him off, though socially odd the boy was utterly beautiful, his facial features and skin and all of his physical appearance was entrancing. There was a refinement that seemed only natural to his clan, but to him, it was all an illusion. Months later his mother came to him with an edict of sorts, he was to be trained as a shinobi, though before he left he must receive a marking of his heritage, kanji placed where he wished. So the child though and wished to have a pair placed on his palms, his mother smiled taking it as a sign of how proud her son was that he wanted a pair of the kanji. The child knew just that she would react like this, hence why he requested it.
The next day he headed to the academy, where classes would be a breeze.