Kick in the Teeth
Jan 6, 2013 18:39:30 GMT -7
Post by -Haseo on Jan 6, 2013 18:39:30 GMT -7
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— Haseo.
Biography.
- Kurotsuki. Haseo
- Alias(es)
- X
- Age - 25
- Gender - Male
- Alignment:
- Chaotic Neutral.
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[/li][li]Birth Country - Yu no Kuni.
[/li][li]Village:
- Otogakure no Sato .
[/li][li]Kekkei Genkei:
- Kamyuja.
[/li][li]Power Classification - B Rank
[/li][li]Current Profession(s):
- Shinobi .
Personal.
- Specialties
- Taijutsu Master(Chakra Molding).
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Talents.
[li]Taijutsu:
- Brawler . [0/500]
- Bokushingu . [0/500]
- Enten Kobushi . [0/500]
- Marksmen . [0/500]
- . [0/500]
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- . [0/250]
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- Kamyuja . [0/500]
- Katon . [0/500]
[/li][li]Misc. [0/5][/u]:
- Grandmaster - Katon
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Inventory.
[/font]- Large Shoulder Quiver
- 250x's Bolt.
- Main Weaponry
- 80 lb Draw Pistol Crossbow
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Appearance.
[/font]- Height - 6'3"
- Weight - 235 lbs.
- Hair Color - Ivory.
- Eye Color - Crimson.
The build of a brawler, his physic is one to be remembered. Sun kissed skin, a tan so golden and natural. Standing tall at the height of six feet and three inches, weighing in at a total of two hundred thirty-five pounds. His mass is focused more along the muscles than fatty substances. Many would refer to his appearance as stoic or statuesque. Overall just those features would leave the male unrecognizable in a crowd of most shinobi. Though he has plenty of distinguishing features that aren't often encountered. One of those key features is the white hair atop his head, unaware of what genetics drew in that tone, though if that wasn't it his eyes take a beautiful crimson tone to them. As if he wielded the legendary eyes of the Uchiha. Though in his own opinion what marks him best is an injury he sustained as a boy. The memory was lost in the trauma, though the X shaped scar upon his face, spreading over his eyes, and cheeks shall never be missed.
Other features some may encounter when he is training or fighting without a shirt on. His chest is covered in small scars along with the backs of his hands. The chest and back scars are caused from bar fighting, taking cuts from foreign objects and other weapons. While the scars upon his hands are from connecting punches along with using his hands to break weapons that an attacker might be wielding. Other than scars, he has a tribal like tattoo upon his right arm. It begins just below his shoulder and reaches all the way down to his wrist. It wraps around his entire arm, though he doesn't know what it means. He awoke one morning after a long drunken stupor the night before. He remembers planning some kind of adventure with a drinking buddy but doesn't have a clue what they had planned. He never did see the man again after that night.
When it comes to what he prefers to wear, it all varies on what he plans for the day. Should he be just wandering around the village an socializing he would wear black track pants with a single white strip running down the outside of each leg. Upon his feet are basic black tennis shoes to allow him comfort in a variety of situations. On his chest he wears a bland white tank top, it would normally be rather form fitting when tucked in, though in battle it may loosen up a bit. Over that he wears a yellow leather jacket, the material is fake though allowing it to have a lighter feel towards it. Within this outfit he will often keep his Otogakure headband upon his forehead, mainly to help hide the scar, though also pride for his village and role. His butt-bag is often located upon his hip, just above his right butt-cheek.
His attire for training is only slightly different, he does prefer a rather universal appearance. It makes it easier for him to do laundry that way. That and he can easily alter his outfit to allow him to do multiple things in a day without having to return home. Removing the jacket, he also takes off the tank top to keep himself lighter along with cooler in temperature. At times he might remove his black socks and shoes, though it depends on the setting in which he's training in. He'd keep the headband and butt-bag located in the same places, possibly adding a white medical wrap around his hands and wrists to help guard his hands from taking unnecessary damage.
An additional outfit worn on occasional missions or traveling, he wears the same outfit but instead of the yellow jacket, he will throw on a poncho of sorts. It is a sandy color, it's ragged and worn down, though an additional piece adds convenience. A hood of matching color allows for him to keep his face hidden or head dry. The material is a thick weave, though it breathes far better than most of his clothing. His weapons and headband all remain in the same place as they do in all the other outfit. The poncho was the only thing Haseo had left in memory of his parents. He was found within it during the last great war by an Otogakure Medical Shinobi. Though it hold sentimental value, if torn more or even ruined or lost he wouldn't regret it. He isn't materialistic in the least.
Persona.
[/right]- Fighting
- Thrill Seeking
- Heroes
- Women
- Drinking
Dislikes:
- Felines
- Cowards
- Liars
- Politics
- Greed
- Smoking
The Story
A year would pass before anything else happened that was memorable for me. I'd become a student at the Shinobi Academy, working hard to become strong much like the woman whom I called mom. I wanted to become a hero, that way I could save someone who needed help, just like she did for me. Though I wasn't any good at being a Shinobi. I didn't have much of a talent at controlling chakra, though if there was one thing I was good at. It was kicking the asses that belonged to all the kids who mocked me. I was able to learn one elemental release through chakra, fire, a strong element and dangerous. I was perfectly fine with only being able to use this release. I had intended to focus primarily on using my body as a weapon over using this life force within me. Though most of my time spent at the academy was uneventful, I would eventually get through it and become a Genin of Otogakure. My mother was so proud of me, but I wasn't done trying to prove myself to her.
Over the next few years I would train in Hi no Kuni in the art of Enten Kobushi, using my ability to manipulate fire and wield it with my hand to hand combat prowess. I wasn't excellent compared to some of the students, yet I wasn't willing to just back down. Though I'd be called home by a letter that worried me deep down through my very soul. You see, my mother had grown quite ill, a disease that had claimed the majority of her family before her. The doctors did all they could to ease her pain, but they weren't able to prevent her death. I had returned home just days before she'd pass. For days I would do nothing more than sit outside the hospital on a bench, the only family I really had was now gone. Once again I had found myself alone in this strange world. Surely enough the carry on birds would flock to my location. Bullies from my past mocking my disposition of being an orphan once more. Something clicked within my head, a power that I had never experienced before.
Energy from within would explode as my eyes would shift color and my rage would become unbearable. This power, this hatred pushed me forward as I would begin to beat the life out of the bullies whose tongues cut like knives through my heart. Leaving three unconscious and drenched in their own blood upon the ground, several bystanders would try to interfere only to be flung away from my position. As I would pin down the forth and final bully, my fists would rush down upon his face over and over again until I was ambushed. A hard shot to the back of the lower neck would knock me out cold, ending the chaos that flowed through my veins. Waking up hours later I was restrained within a hospital bed in an isolated room. Two Jounin stood before me, telling me of what I had done, I would only grin knowing that I regretted no actions taken. Though this power confused me, they would explain it to be a part of my bloodline. From the looks of it they thought I was part of this family known as the Kamyuja. They hold genetic abilities to become stronger than most in the world, activating what is known as the Chaos. Though they didn't know too much, I was instructed to read up on my bloodline and perhaps try and learn to control the power.
Years would pass, still I was nothing more than a Genin and certainly no hero. I had little luck with the ladies so I spent most of my time training and fighting, looking to push my body to new limits. I had learned quite a bit more about my eyes and bloodline. I had even managed to obtain two new levels of chaos, the last one required me to undergo a rather painful surgery around my eyes. Allowing the blood flow to regulate itself once more. I was stuck in a hospital bed for three weeks before they finally took off the bandages and allowed me to see something other than darkness. Though don't get me wrong, all of these experiences I tell you about, I am not looking for your pity. If anything these events made me stronger and helped form me into the man I have become today. Sure I'm a twenty-five year old Genin who hasn't done much with his life except become a rather large pain in the ass for those whom have to deal with me, but damn I'm enjoying the ride so far. So how about we get another drink and you tell me about yourself?[/ul][/blockquote][/font]