Name: Chikaro Kazehana
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Village: Kirigakure
Rank: Genin
Title:
Clan: Kazehana
Bloodline: Magnet
Element(s): Fuuton, Raiton, Katon
Skill(s):
Stats
Unique Abilities:
Practiced Hands- Chikaro is capable of using one-handed seals. His Coordination counts as one tier lower when he uses this ability.
Ninjutsu Prodigy- Chikaro is able to learn ninjutsu one rank higher than he would normally be allowed to learn. Techniques that fall under this category have their cost increased 50%
Hidden Reserves- Chikaro has always been blessed with a larger pool of stamina than his peers and even when he's running low he somehow manages to find the strength to carry on. At any point after he dips below 50% stamina Chikaro can give himself a "second wind" and restores 20% of his stamina. However, once that 20% is used up the exhaustion penalty is doubled. If he has S tier stamina, it is not doubled but instead he simply receives the exhaustion penalty instead of being immune to it as S tier stamina usually is.
Appearance: Chikaro is a very handsome young man, charming the ladies without much more effort than a smile. He was never one to put on a lot of muscle, preferring a more slender build, though he does have some definition to his muscles. He has built an incredible endurance when it comes to raw stamina in his short time on this world, and his figure is very telling of this fact. His nose is well shaped, having never been broken or otherwise damaged in his life. His cheekbones are slightly higher than most men's would be, and all of this is framed by a well formed jawline that gives him an air of masculinity. A perfect smile puts the icing on the cake.
His choice of clothing varies slightly depending on his mood. He does very little physical training outside of stamina building and dexterity training, opting instead to learn more about ninjutsu and increasing his pool of chakra. As such, light and comfortable clothing are typically what he prefers. Looking good is a priority of his too, so sometimes he sacrifices comfort for style. Various accessories such as sunglasses, rings, and bracelets are commonly found on his person when he tries for style. The Kirigakure headband he was given upon graduation is usually draped around his neck in the village, though sometimes it is worn as it was meant to be. When on a mission or involved in something serious, he'll either throw it to the side or tie it around his head so that it isn't an easy target for an opponent to grab.
History: Chikaro lived a relatively normal life for the first six years or so. His parents weren't poor but they weren't rich either. He had a roof over his head, clothes on his back, shoes on his feet, and food in his belly every night. Not a bad life considering the times. His father is a middling merchant, selling his goods locally in order to avoid the taxes the Kazehana imposed on nationally traded goods.
When Chikaro was six, he discovered his affinity for the fire element when he accidentally lit a tree on fire. His mother was an ex-kunoichi and luckily enough possessed enough skill with suiton to put the fire out. Each year after for the next couple of years he managed to learn another element, being able to manipulate each of them at around the same level of skill. Skill in any other shinobi art was woefully lacking, with his younger sister able to defeat him at taijutsu. Despite this, his mother urged him to become a shinobi due to his talent with the elements. She insisted he could become a master of ninjutsu and a powerful and well respected person in his own right.
As children are known to do, Chikaro ignored this talk for years until he began to notice girls. Seeing them dote on shinobi made up his mind to become a shinobi. While happy about this choice, his parents were a little disappointed with his reasoning. He entered the academy at the age of thirteen and took two years to graduate. His utter lack of talent in genjutsu and taijutsu made passing difficult, but he managed to barely scrape by on his third attempt at graduation. The ninjutsu portions he had no problems with, acing each and every course on the first attempt. Once he graduated, however, the government of Sunagakure collapsed and his family fled the main family to take residence in Kirigakure. He has now registered as a genin with Kirigakure, unsure about his new home but happy about the new girls he was sure to meet.
Personality: Chikaro is a lad who likes to think he has a gift with the ladies, but doesn't quite have the charm yet. The look he could give them would draw them in and his mouth would drive them away. He always has something to say, even when he knows nothing about what's going on. Very rarely is he without words, usually laced with sarcasm and humor, making him a bit of an annoyance at his age. He is a genuinely nice person despite this mentality, not wishing to hurt anybody if he doesn't have to. Being nice doesn't mean he doesn't have a sense of duty though. If getting his hands dirty is what is required, he'll do it though he usually feels a bit of remorse for it later. Becoming a shinobi is what his family wanted for him since he displayed such skill at a young age, but he didn't try to become one until he started to notice that women liked a man in uniform.
Loyalty is very cut and dry to him; you're either worthy of it or you aren't. He doesn't have a set of specific parameters for everybody to determine this either, he relies more on gut feeling and experiences with that person in order to determine that. He's not a prideful person, preferring to not be the center of attention among a group of people. One on one and small group interactions are his favorite and is where his personality and sense of humor show through. All in all, a slightly introverted person with a very carefree attitude towards life.
Roleplay Sample:
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Village: Kirigakure
Rank: Genin
Title:
Clan: Kazehana
Bloodline: Magnet
Element(s): Fuuton, Raiton, Katon
Skill(s):
Stats
- Strength: E
- Constitution: D
- Stamina: C
- Speed: D
- Coordination: D
- Intelligence: E
- Perception: D
Unique Abilities:
Practiced Hands- Chikaro is capable of using one-handed seals. His Coordination counts as one tier lower when he uses this ability.
Ninjutsu Prodigy- Chikaro is able to learn ninjutsu one rank higher than he would normally be allowed to learn. Techniques that fall under this category have their cost increased 50%
Hidden Reserves- Chikaro has always been blessed with a larger pool of stamina than his peers and even when he's running low he somehow manages to find the strength to carry on. At any point after he dips below 50% stamina Chikaro can give himself a "second wind" and restores 20% of his stamina. However, once that 20% is used up the exhaustion penalty is doubled. If he has S tier stamina, it is not doubled but instead he simply receives the exhaustion penalty instead of being immune to it as S tier stamina usually is.
Appearance: Chikaro is a very handsome young man, charming the ladies without much more effort than a smile. He was never one to put on a lot of muscle, preferring a more slender build, though he does have some definition to his muscles. He has built an incredible endurance when it comes to raw stamina in his short time on this world, and his figure is very telling of this fact. His nose is well shaped, having never been broken or otherwise damaged in his life. His cheekbones are slightly higher than most men's would be, and all of this is framed by a well formed jawline that gives him an air of masculinity. A perfect smile puts the icing on the cake.
His choice of clothing varies slightly depending on his mood. He does very little physical training outside of stamina building and dexterity training, opting instead to learn more about ninjutsu and increasing his pool of chakra. As such, light and comfortable clothing are typically what he prefers. Looking good is a priority of his too, so sometimes he sacrifices comfort for style. Various accessories such as sunglasses, rings, and bracelets are commonly found on his person when he tries for style. The Kirigakure headband he was given upon graduation is usually draped around his neck in the village, though sometimes it is worn as it was meant to be. When on a mission or involved in something serious, he'll either throw it to the side or tie it around his head so that it isn't an easy target for an opponent to grab.
History: Chikaro lived a relatively normal life for the first six years or so. His parents weren't poor but they weren't rich either. He had a roof over his head, clothes on his back, shoes on his feet, and food in his belly every night. Not a bad life considering the times. His father is a middling merchant, selling his goods locally in order to avoid the taxes the Kazehana imposed on nationally traded goods.
When Chikaro was six, he discovered his affinity for the fire element when he accidentally lit a tree on fire. His mother was an ex-kunoichi and luckily enough possessed enough skill with suiton to put the fire out. Each year after for the next couple of years he managed to learn another element, being able to manipulate each of them at around the same level of skill. Skill in any other shinobi art was woefully lacking, with his younger sister able to defeat him at taijutsu. Despite this, his mother urged him to become a shinobi due to his talent with the elements. She insisted he could become a master of ninjutsu and a powerful and well respected person in his own right.
As children are known to do, Chikaro ignored this talk for years until he began to notice girls. Seeing them dote on shinobi made up his mind to become a shinobi. While happy about this choice, his parents were a little disappointed with his reasoning. He entered the academy at the age of thirteen and took two years to graduate. His utter lack of talent in genjutsu and taijutsu made passing difficult, but he managed to barely scrape by on his third attempt at graduation. The ninjutsu portions he had no problems with, acing each and every course on the first attempt. Once he graduated, however, the government of Sunagakure collapsed and his family fled the main family to take residence in Kirigakure. He has now registered as a genin with Kirigakure, unsure about his new home but happy about the new girls he was sure to meet.
Personality: Chikaro is a lad who likes to think he has a gift with the ladies, but doesn't quite have the charm yet. The look he could give them would draw them in and his mouth would drive them away. He always has something to say, even when he knows nothing about what's going on. Very rarely is he without words, usually laced with sarcasm and humor, making him a bit of an annoyance at his age. He is a genuinely nice person despite this mentality, not wishing to hurt anybody if he doesn't have to. Being nice doesn't mean he doesn't have a sense of duty though. If getting his hands dirty is what is required, he'll do it though he usually feels a bit of remorse for it later. Becoming a shinobi is what his family wanted for him since he displayed such skill at a young age, but he didn't try to become one until he started to notice that women liked a man in uniform.
Loyalty is very cut and dry to him; you're either worthy of it or you aren't. He doesn't have a set of specific parameters for everybody to determine this either, he relies more on gut feeling and experiences with that person in order to determine that. He's not a prideful person, preferring to not be the center of attention among a group of people. One on one and small group interactions are his favorite and is where his personality and sense of humor show through. All in all, a slightly introverted person with a very carefree attitude towards life.
Roleplay Sample:
- Spoiler:
- The rain will help tremendously... Tsuyo thought to himself as he stared down upon the advancing legions of the Empire. Arms folded across his chest and with a leather trenchcoat covering his torso, Tsuyo scoffed at the sight as his eyes glimpsed the approaching storm. He wore no headband and no jacket now as he did when he was younger. No, his gray hair was cut to the scalp, leaving the duty of body hair to his face as long, gray locks extended from his rugged chin. Tired eyes watched the scene, the color of life having faded from them years ago with the death of many of his comrades. His body was old, but it was still strong and had a sounder mind guiding it than it had ever had. Scars etched what parts of his body were visible, as well as the seals of various weaponry fuuinjutsu.
This was a man of experience and hardship, of constantly fighting for something he had thought to be etched in stone. He shook his aged head as the figures of their army calculated in his mind. Ten-Thousand shinobi forces straight from Otogakure and Iwagakure provided the shock troops for the Legion's fifty-thousand strong infantry, five-thousand cavalry and 200 artillery cannons. Their troops were armed with the repeating rifle as well as a bayonet and a holy sign of their order. Their cavalry fought with cavalry rifles, shorter range but easier to handle in the saddle, as well as a revolver and a cavalry sabre. The artillery fired 2 cannonballs a minute per cannon, allowing for some fantastic cannonades. It was truly a frightening sight to behold.
Tsuyo sighed and turned his back on the forces, descended the hill he had been on with great agility and raced into the shinobi camp. Here, twenty-one thousand shinobi from what remains of Konohagakure, New Kirigakure and the majority of Kumogakure's military might combined under one banner. A banner to free themselves from oppression, one they were almost certain to lose. He approached the command tent after about ten seconds of jogging towards it. He passed many scared shinobi, many more crying or trembling as they recognized their fate. Behind this camp was a troop of one-thousand hand picked shinobi guiding the civilians who want no part of this Imperial conquest towards the port of Kumogakure to load them on ships and sail south, where they have a chance at escaping the Empire's clutches.
The command tent itself was rather plain, made of bare materials as that's all they had access to anymore. He entered it and found himself staring at his longtime friend and master of the Seven Tails, Seigi, surrounded by three top shinobi of the united army. Looking up, Seigi's one reveiled eye tugged up to indicate the whisper of a smile he had just given Tsuyo. He had aged almost as badly, his hair being ghost white despite the vitality of the beast within. Seigi was a man who demanded respect and was given it, something Tsuyo never quite needed. It was for this reason he was elected as prime commander of the shinobi forces after Kira and Hokuai were slaughtered allowing the shinobi army to flee after a disastrous battle. Akio Sarutobi had encountered the same fate, allowing the entire citizenry of Konohagkure to escape as he held off fifty-thousand enemy troops for two entire days, a testament to his nearly godlike stamina and combat abilities.
Seigi's face was tired, just as Tsuyo's was. Wrinkles tugged at the corners of his eyes and mouth and gave a few layers to his forehead as well. He still wore longer than usual kimono type articles of clothing to mask the seals he makes. He wears doubled sleeved kimonos now as well once he gained the ability to use two separate techniques at once, something few have ever managed before. "Out, please," Seigi said to the three men. The obeyed without hesitation, leaving the tent immediately. Tsuyo stepped forwards and cracked his shoulder. It had been about forty years since Seigi had beaten Tsuyo senseless in the streets of Konoha under the name Baku, leaving both men near sixty.
"Well, it looks about as shitty as you could imagine," Tsuyo said with brutal honesty. Seigi shook his head and let out a light laugh. He walked up to Tsuyo and laid a hand on his shoulder before pulling him in for a hug. "How's the technique goin'?"
Seigi smiled before setting his hand on Tsuyo's forehead. A mark appeared for the Flying Thundergod techinque, though this one was a little unique. It had a definitieve border around it along with text, an addition that was an unexpected result of the trials. "Only one person. It really sucks, you know, but I guess even the Kyuubi has its limit of chakra," he said. Tsuyo pressed his hand against his head, feeling the little bit of heat that had been etched there by the fuuinjutsu master in front of him. "We're losing our best hand to hand fighter for god knows how long, on the hope that it'll change this bullshit," he said in a more than disappointed tone of voice as his hand made a weak maneuver towards the foreigner camp. Tsuyo smiled and shook his head in acknowledgement.
"Their force is as large as last time, though there's ten-thousand shinobi instead of five. That'll pose a problem for some time, but from what I could see most of them were raw recruits who can barely hold a sword for all the training they got. Kohai made sure their forces took a hit, and it'll help delay the end now. How long until we can use it though? I need to know how much time I can buy you against the shinobi," Tsuyo explained. Alarms began to go off as the shinobi camp prepared itself.
Seigi grabbed his chokuto, one of the last and finest weapons made by the blacksmith Kyojin. His son became a fine shinobi, a student of both Seigi, Hokuai, and Tsuyo. He became second in hand to hand combat only to Tsuyo and placed high in ninjutsu as well. When Hokuai travelled back to the shinobi base after delaying their advance, before died he made sure Kyohin's son retrieved one of his Kamui eyes. He uses it even now to great advantage, becoming known as the "Ghost of Men" due to his invulnerability.
"Shi and Hikaru are currently gathering the Kyuubi's chakra into one pool so they can use it to start the technique. Once that's achieved, then Seadra herself will use her massive pool of personal chakra to keep the technique going for as long as she can, with Shi and Hikaru guarding her. We just need to buy them and you the time, as well as the civilians. Kitsune and Riku are both leading two companies of men on opposite flanks, and they're two of our best generals. I will be leading the center personally, and you will be leading the shock troops initially. Once you go back, Suke(Yukio's son) will lead them. If you manage to return in time for the final push, that would be a tremendous help but do not put the past at risk for it." Tsuyo listened to what very well may be his final orders with a grim determination. He stepped back and nodded, nerves steeled as they always had been.
Out of the initial group that united together to fight the Kaguya, Tsuyo and Seigi were the only two left alive. Tsuyo due to his near immunity to wounds and pain and Seigi due to Lucky Seven Chomei. "Make sure to tell them all to give them hell for me. I'm just gonna go create a few craters while ya' do," Tsuyo said with a smile. Bringing Seigi in for a hug, the two men stood and embraced for a couple seconds before loosening. Both men just nodded, knowing what was coming.
Stepping out of the tent, Tsuyo hurried to the front- left of the line where the enemy shinobi would be positioned at. He stood at the forefront of his men without saying a word becuase none was needed. Minutes passed with only the sound of marching from the Imperial army making any noise for miles. Even the vultures above were silent for the first time. It was as if nature itslef knew that this was a time for peace, as a great price was due to be paid on this day.
It was silent, and then, *boom*. A single cannon shot for aiming purposes. It came straight for Tsuyo's group, endangering his men. Grunting as his fist transformed into the scaly form of his curse mark, Tsuyo lept at the incoming projectile and fired a punch of such ferocity, it resounded for meters after the impact. The cannonball fell helplessly to the ground as Tsuyo landed gracefully, his fist returning to normal. "I guess it's time to have some fuckin' fun," he announced to his men. A great shout echoed behind him as the many men he had trained in the art of taijutsu and his monk arts screamed their adrenaline fueled cry of joy for the battle about to unfold. Tsuyo raised his own voice before beginning his mad run forwards. The entire monk group moved behind him, Seigi raising the rest of the military to advance on the Imperials. If they were to die, they were to die in glorious combat and not under rain of cannon fire.
It took a full minute before Tsuyo's men made it to the lines. Screaming and activating the seals on his fists, two armored gauntlets enfolded his entire arm and hand. They had the texture of a cheese grater, meant for inflicting massive amounts of damage while being able to withstand just as much or more. They were his signature weapon, after all. At the same time, the curse mark embedded upon his back would activate and envelop his body in a layer of scales that prevented all kinds of non chakra related harm. Essentially, taijutsu and any other blunt objects were useless while bladed weapons provided only minor damage. This combined with his mastery of Yamabushi made him a literal boulder, able to withstand monstrous amounts of damage despite his elderly body's natural fragility.
And it was this fragile old man that lept forwards first. He was met with pinpricks of kunai and shurkien and useless explosive tags. These things did not bother him, but the idea of them attakcing him that foolishly did. Men that foolish deserve to die. The first one to meet this fate would be a shinobi of average height with black hair and gorgeous blue eyes. She was a beautiful woman, but on the wrong side of the war. A Sohei strike from hell would hit her in the chest, literally blowing her entire body into half and sending a concussive shockwave the Tsuyo has learned to focus only forwards back into the ranks of shinobi. The first lines were torn apart from the impact, killing them instantly, while the ones for a ways back got off lucky with internal damage and maybe a missing limb or two. Tsuyo couldn't use punches like that very often, lest it shatter even his double armored fist.
Two-hundred and three men by his estimates had become casualties of that one strike, with over half dead. The rest of the monks came in behind him, each using their Sohei skills to strike the ground and send shards of debris and shrapnel towards the shinobi army at speeds most couldn't track very well. It was devastating, but not enough. Soon, Tsuyo and his monks found themselves facing the shinobi in devastaing combat. Tsuyo had no trouble ripping though them like they were nothing, but his students were not Tsuyo (imaging Madara against the shinobi alliance type shit). But he could feel himself being tugged. He knew that Seadra was about to give in and let the Kyuubi exhaust almost all of its chakra reserves. Tsuyo's time was almost up in this time frame. Just how long could he stay here though?
