The Grim Tales
Mar 10, 2013 13:09:46 GMT -7
Post by :.Grim on Mar 10, 2013 13:09:46 GMT -7
Kusagakure's Lightning
Akumu, Grim::Name
N/A::Alias
19::Age
September 7th::Date of Birth
Male::Gender
5'8''::Height
146lbs::Weight
O-::Bloodtype
Chaotic Neutral::Alignment
Kusa no Kuni::Birth Country
Kusagakure no Sato::Allegiance
Genin::Status
Uchiha::Bloodline
N/A::Alias
19::Age
September 7th::Date of Birth
Male::Gender
5'8''::Height
146lbs::Weight
O-::Bloodtype
Chaotic Neutral::Alignment
Kusa no Kuni::Birth Country
Kusagakure no Sato::Allegiance
Genin::Status
Uchiha::Bloodline
Breakdown.
Specialties
- Taijutsu Prodigy
- Buredono Kenseijin[M]
- Weapon Specialist
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- Buredono Kenseijin[M]
- Genjutsu Prodigy
- Phantasm[F]
- Pattern[L]
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- Phantasm[F]
- Ninjutsu Demi-Prodigy
- Katon[F]
- Raiton[F][M]
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- Katon[F]
- Clan Demi-Prodigy
- Uchiha[M]
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- Uchiha[M]
- Miscellaneous Specialties
- Summoner[Future]
- ANBU[Future]
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- Summoner[Future]
Layout.
Personality
On the Job, I will keep my mind on it and nothing else. Well to the best of my ability, I do have my weaknesses as do we all. I do my very best protecting my weaknesses, hiding my past and even some of my stronger abilities until I absolutely have to reveal them. Some people same I am far too guarded for my own good, but I would gladly argue otherwise. It is always best to keep your opponents guessing. The more they know about you, the more they can exploit you. Ever wonder why super heroes wear masks? It's to protect the ones they love. I don't have loved ones to protect, so I protect myself with my secrets.
In my free time I like to lounge around and do nothing. If I get in the mood to go out and train, I will, but lets be honest here. It doesn't happen very often. I'd prefer to spend my days off looking up at the clouds and just think. Granted I often get interrupted by those whom think I have better things to be doing. Time off isn't common in my life, but when I get it I savor it.
Angry, ya that sums up a good portion of who I am. Though I used to show it far more towards anyone and everyone. I was a quick fire, easy to piss off kind of kid growing up. Though through my training and growing up I have calmed down some of my flames. I never hated every single person out there, though for a long time it would come off that way. I just hated certain individuals so much that it showed far too often. In the middle of a fight, if you manage to flare up my rage it will show, it's a weakness of mine. I become headstrong and willing to take on anyone anywhere no matter the risk. It isn't about pride, it's about settling something. I'm not one to leave a fight unfinished. I'm not as easy to piss off anymore, but if you know enough about me, it still wont take that much if you push the right buttons. I hate that it's so easy to anger me, yet I know that it's just a part of who I am so I live with it. Hopefully you can too.
Distractions, I won't lie; I get distracted by numerous things, though normally not so easily if I'm in the middle of a fight. Beautiful women, cleavage and long legs always will catch my eyes, hopefully you don't catch them as I'm watching you walk by. I'm a guy, what more could you really expect from me? Don't get me wrong, I don't have a clue with what I'm doing when it comes to approaching a woman, but that doesn't mean I won't try. Other things that catch my attention are kids when I'm relaxing. No I'm not some sick perv, get your mind out of the gutter. I'm more so jealous that so many of these kids get to grow up and enjoy everything life has to offer. I never had innocence growing up and because of that I sometimes wonder what life would have been like if my parents had been normal like everyone else.
As for my likes and dislikes I didn't cover? I am not one for long walks on a beach, I'd rather just sit back and gaze up at the stars. Drinking, sure it's alright but I could easily live without it. Smoking, don't do it, though I have nothing against those whom prefer it. Just try not to blow it all over my face. Foods, spicy foods are a favorite, though I'm also a sucker for the sweets. Animals are great, but I don't think I'm the right kind of person to have a pet. I focus far too much on my work and the vengeance I'm planning. Settling down and starting a family, not yet but if I was going to, I'd probably adopt. Pass along my kindness to other kids who might have a past like my own.
Likes:
- Women
- Fighting
- Kids
Dislikes:
- Konoha
- Know it alls
- Sand
Appearance
Head - My head is oval shaped, skin tone overall is light, not too pale yet far from being considered tanned. Black hair ontop of my head gives my skin a lighter appearance almost considering it being pale. I style my hair in a punk rock aspect, the hair itself is shaggy length yet with the way I style it, it becomes hard to tell it's true length. Leaving the front of my hair alone, my bangs fall down over my forehead protector and dangle just over my eyebrows. Longer locks hang down from the temples of my head, the only parts of my hair that I don't gel backwards. Using a texture gel I pull the rest of my hair back and upward. Giving it a somewhat backwards spike affect. The gel doesn't leave a shine or a true hardness to the hair, you are capable of running your fingers through it like regular hair. The wind won't blow it around as easily but still move it.
Another key part about my head would be my iconic black eyes. Dark as if no soul was left within my heart. Though that's not the case, it's just genetics after all. Though when activated my eyes will switch completely and fill in with a crimson red as if over come by blood. Leaving three tomoes and the pupil black, the legendary sharingan has struck fear in the hearts of many over the years. I have no scars upon my face or neck, my teeth are white and well maintained. Skin is soft to the touch, which isn't advised. I don't grow much for facial hair, so I keep my face clean shaven at all times.
Torso - As for my torso the skin tone remains light, no lines of difference between this skin and the rest of my body. Muscle tone is obvious, my body build is athletic. I don't appear to be ripped, but muscle is visible without the need to flex, just not overbearing in appearance. A few scars stretch over my torso, one being on my left shoulder, it was where my sensei caught me off guard with a sword. Another is diagonal from left to right across my lower back, this scar came from a mission where I got a little too in over my head. I don't have any tattoos or seals upon my torso, though who knows how long that will last. I have no chest or back hair, a little hair sits upon my forearms but that's it. Body hair isn't something I seem to grow very well.
Legs - The muscle tone in my legs is a little more apparent due to the training in speed that I try to keep up with. The skin tone remains the same as the rest of my body, but I'm sure you could figure that out by now. No scars or tattoos or seals upon my legs, I try to keep my legs well guarded within a battle, but I know I won't keep that up forever. As for body hair, my legs have more than the rest of my body. It's still not super thick or cumbersome, but it's enough to tell my legs apart from that of a females.
Attire - My mission attire consists of an all black wardrobe. Most would see this as strange, yet I find it weird when shinobi wear bright colors while going into battle. It starts with black form fitting boxer briefs, over that I wear slim fitting black pants. The cloth allows for air to pass through slightly, keeping the pants reasonable in hot conditions. Upon my feet black socks beneath black combat boots. My boots rise up half way up my shin which I tuck my pant legs into the boots. The boots have been water proof and are quite durable for all conditions. As for my upper body I start with a form fitting black under-shirt. Over that I wear my black coat that has short sleeves and a tall collar that reaches up to my chin. Zipping it up the middle, the zipper begins at my waist line yet the jacket itself flows out to about mid thigh. It then buttons over the zipper to hide the metal from catching any shine. Though I don't zip it up past my collar bone, allowing the collar of the jacket to remain open.
As for the for the rest of my gear, I keep my forehead protector where it belongs, on my forehead. The black cloth blends in with my hair and makes it hard to notice. I wear a black leather belt around my waist over my coat which has small loops for a belt to pass through. Upon that belt I keep the sheath of my katana resting on my left hip. My butt-bag attaches to my belt on my right hip on the back, just above my right butt-cheek. Over my hands I wear black leather gloves, the leather is made of a light material to allow them to be reasonable in all temperatures. My outfit is subject to change, but I'm sure you'll figure it out when you see me.
History
Everyone is supposed to love their parents and their heritage right? I don't believe in that, not one bit. Sure now you're thinking oh it's just the teenage angst, soon enough you'll be thankful for everything they've done for you. Well I wish that you were right, but hatred has ruined that opportunity. Take a seat and I'll tell you my story, the reason I hate the blood that runs through my veins, the heritage that scarred my name.
It all starts a little over nineteen years ago, during one of the last great wars in this Shinobi World. Kusagakure and Konoha have never been allies and if I have any say in it, we never will! My mother was a medical assistant, not even a shinobi, she had no true abilities with chakra, just good with a needle and bandages. She was stationed in the country-side at a medical base. They were healing shinobi of Kusagakure and citizens of various nations whom were caught in the crossfire of that horrible war. Late that night, they came swiftly, draped in black. Konoha Ninja, they would kill all the personnel well almost all of them. A few of the women were captured, taken and tortured. Worse of all the torture they used them for what they viewed them as. Slaves, raping them and then leaving them for dead. My mother wasn't willing to die out in those fields after such a horrible thing had happened to her. She patched herself up and found her way home.
Sometimes I wished she hadn't made it home, just for her sake and my own. She'd eventually realize she was pregnant, most likely with the child of the man whom abused her and left her as dead. She fought with herself inside her own mind, if it was worth keeping me or even living on at this point. She did live on, and gave birth to the bastard child that she named Grim Akumu. I wasn't even given her name as my own. People looked at her in disgust, just as they did me growing up. Though it wasn't until a few months before I entered the academy that I realized who I really was. A few kids had always bullied me, pushing me down and beating me up. Kids will be kids, it's kill or be killed in this life. I wasn't about to die though, I got up with all the anger in my heart. My vision switched, everything started to slow down. I was scared but at the same time enthralled by this new sight. I could see every little movement of these punks who bullied me. I would make short work of them, leaving two severely beaten, one would pass away in the hospital. His head wasn't stronger than the rock I had picked up in my defense.
The fight itself was broken up by a high ranking Shinobi of Kusagakure. He saw my new eyes, the dreaded Sharingan of the Uchiha. He'd report it to the Kusakage and the Council, soon enough I was locked away while they debated on what to do with this monster of a child. During these next few days of isolation, my mother would take her own life, though nobody knew it. I was released and informed I was to become a Shinobi and serve the Village that protects me. I knew it wasn't an option so I would agree. Returning home I found her, she killed herself because those eyes would remind her of the monster that raped her. I was a monster to her and a burden far to great. I don't hate her as much as I hate the man who would like to call me father. I was taught within the Academy that the Uchiha were slaughtered within the Village of Leaf. My father was most likely dead now. Though I wanted him alive, I wanted to be the one who takes his life. I was an angry child, counseling never truly helped. I was offered various options for family and parents after my mother's passing but I chose to raise myself to the best of my ability.
Time would pass and I'd graduate from the academy, a metal forehead protector was awarded to me, the cloth was black, the Kusagakure Symbol was carved into the middle of the headband. This was my marking of loyalty, would accept it and leave it upon my forehead whenever I was out in public. I was being formed into a weapon for this Village, I knew that and had to accept it. I took a life as a young child, surely enough I would have been killed if I wasn't useful to the Village. During my first year as a Genin I would begin training various forms of fighting, learning I was better with what we call Genjutsu, my eyes assisted me in learning how to manipulate others minds. As for the basic elemental style of fighting, I had a natural affinity with Lightning and Fire, though I wasn't that great with the elements. I had grown a personal preference towards Genjutsu and Taijutsu. Hand to hand combat was always a thrill, being able to get right up in your opponents face is something you can't understand until you do it.
I'm not as angry as I once was, though don't get me wrong, I haven't been getting past it. I'm just biding my time until I get a proper opportunity to show the Leaf Village how much damage I am capable of. I have pushed myself past my former limits, this is the way of a shinobi. I won't stop here, I will keep going until I'm burried six feet deep. I will grow stronger, I will prove to those around me, that this bastard child of a long lost war will not be forgotten. Heroes die, yet legends live forever. I can guarantee you I'm no hero, but one day I do hope to become a legend...[/blockquote]