Name: Andalusa ‘Andy’ Yamato
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Village: Kumogakure
Rank: Genin
Title:
Clan: None
Bloodline: None
Element(s): Lightning
Skill(s): Taijutsu, Ninjutsu
Using all starting exp (1050/1050) on stats.
Stats
Unique Abilities:
Andalusa is used to pain due to his past, he’s effectively been getting practicing in conditioning his body from an early age. This grants him a 1 tier bonus to constitution.
Appearance: Andalusa is a tall, lean individual standing at 6’4 and weighing in at about 220 pounds. He has hazel eyes, and long, straight, black hair. He tends to dress rather elegantly preferring suits, ties, dress pants, nice shoes. Dark colours are his choice generally and at times will even one or two pieces of jewelry to his appearance. The most undressed most will see him will be in dress pants, good shoes, and a nice shirt. In his eyes, setting a good impression for others is the first step to a healthy relationship, and looking good always sets the right impression in his opinion.
History: Born and raised in Kumogakure, Andalusa wouldn’t start off wanting to be a shinobi. He intended to follow in his father’s footsteps, take over the family business and lead a productive and fruitful life. He wanted to get married, start a family, and pass on the family business to one of his children as well. He wanted to have a simple and normal life, at least, that’s what it started as. Andalusa admired and respected his father, always trying to emulate him and be like his old man.
His father, a man named Sorethin Yamato, was a bit of a rough looking man. Broad of shoulder, and almost reaching seven feet in height. He was a blacksmith, running the business that ran in his family for years. Always doing his utmost to meet the needs. Due to his trade however, he never came off as particularly clean. His clothing, always covered in stains from soot, or covered in sweat stains due to the heat of the forge. Almost always seen with a dirty, leather apron on. One couldn’t help but respect the man’s devotion to the craft. Andalusa himself wanted to be just as devoted, doing his best to learn everything his father could teach him in his younger years.
His mother however, he admired and respected his father, but he loved his mother, Maeve, beyond measure. She was a beautiful woman, of black hair, and green eyes. Quick to smile, and quicker of wit, there was never a moment she was around that Andy wasn’t smiling or laughing, or in general, just having a great time. Until she passed away due to the plague. His father began to shut himself away to work even more then, going out at night to drink and pushing Andalusa away due to his constant reminder of the woman he had loved and married.
Then he remarried
Andalusa’s stepmother, Asami, was wretched to Andalusa, particularly because she had a son from the man she’d married before Sorethin. A kid, a year or two younger than Andalusa himself, named Malvus. Asami would do her utmost to make Andalusa’s life a living hell, giving him less and less food, scarring him in significantly in anyway she could, mentally, emotionally, physically. By the time he was in his early teens she convinced his father to join in the abuse, and begin training Malvus in taking over the business. He’d beat Andalusa half to death, forcing the boy to have to recover and slowly become more and more durable over time. Hunger became a constant companion to the young teen and eventually he managed to run away. He slept in alleyways, and parks, hiding from his family as best he could. Until he could join the academy that is. For now, Andalusa wanted nothing to do with his family anymore. He began to work hard in school, begging for food in the evenings and sleeping anywhere he could find that was warm and dry at night.
Halfway through his academy years, he met a kindly old woman as he was begging for food. She’d noticed the few ratty textbooks he had next to him and asked him what his goals were. They were no longer to take over the family business. Instead, he wanted to become someone completely independent. With enough strength that no one would willingly mess with him. He wanted to be respected, wanted to grow up strong. He told her that he wanted to become a shinobi, and to try to make sure that no one would have to live like he had. No matter what it cost him to do so. The kindly woman, who introduced herself as Carrinda, but that he could call her ‘Cari’. She took him in, gave him shelter, a warm bed, good food, and helped him, effectively raising him as her own for the last few years of the academy. She was a simple woman, living as a tailor. In his spare time she showed him the tools of her trade, letting him practice making some simple clothing for himself and slowly, yer surely, progressing him to make finer and finer clothes. He even helped her with her work orders at times. All the while he continued his studies at the academy until he finally graduated.
Her graduation gift to him? His first set of perfectly fitted dress clothes, black dress pants, black undershirt, black dress shirt, black dress shoes that she’d bought for him and had reinforced for simple shinobi work. Included was a long red coat, and a gold coloured scarf. All of it, minus the shoes, she had made for him so that he can continue to be nothing like his father. Now, dressed immaculately at nearly all times, he strives to become the most powerful shinobi he can.
Personality: Sarcastic, quiet, and aloof at times, Andalusa has difficulty opening up to others. It isn’t that he isn’t willing, it’s just that it takes a good deal to get him to trust someone enough. His life growing up was the cause of that, the betrayal and abuse caused by someone you inherently trusted to nurture and protect you is subconsciously a brutal thing. However he’s always polite and civil. He does however have a rather ‘old fashioned’ mindset toward women. Holding open doors, buying flowers, paying for dates, that sort of thing, including but not limited to the instinctive desire to protect them. No matter who they are or how strong they might be. The type to hold a grudge if wronged, Andalusa will come around eventually but doesn’t easily forget. It’s something he’s working out of, but has yet to make much progress. His general leaning is toward kindness, and he has a soft spot for kids and orphans, often times bringing them food and staying with them for a time to keep them company. Often times he can be found giving them advice on how to escape their hellish life, wanting nothing more than to see the streets with less abuse victims, orphans, and abandoned children of any age. In combat, Andalusa isn’t one to pull punches, he’s quick, direct, and to the point. Utilizing any advantage he can get. It’s at that point where his normal ‘chivalrous’ or ‘chauvinistic’ attitude in some people’s opinion, ends. In his eyes, if a woman is trying to attack him, he has every right to attack right back and treat them as no different than anyone else. All an all, Andalusa is a polite, well mannered individual, who treats others with the same respect he’s given.
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Age: 17
Gender: Male
Village: Kumogakure
Rank: Genin
Title:
Clan: None
Bloodline: None
Element(s): Lightning
Skill(s): Taijutsu, Ninjutsu
Using all starting exp (1050/1050) on stats.
Stats
- Strength: D
- Constitution: D
- Stamina: D
- Speed: D
- Coordination: D
- Intelligence: D
- Perception: D
Unique Abilities:
Andalusa is used to pain due to his past, he’s effectively been getting practicing in conditioning his body from an early age. This grants him a 1 tier bonus to constitution.
Appearance: Andalusa is a tall, lean individual standing at 6’4 and weighing in at about 220 pounds. He has hazel eyes, and long, straight, black hair. He tends to dress rather elegantly preferring suits, ties, dress pants, nice shoes. Dark colours are his choice generally and at times will even one or two pieces of jewelry to his appearance. The most undressed most will see him will be in dress pants, good shoes, and a nice shirt. In his eyes, setting a good impression for others is the first step to a healthy relationship, and looking good always sets the right impression in his opinion.
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History: Born and raised in Kumogakure, Andalusa wouldn’t start off wanting to be a shinobi. He intended to follow in his father’s footsteps, take over the family business and lead a productive and fruitful life. He wanted to get married, start a family, and pass on the family business to one of his children as well. He wanted to have a simple and normal life, at least, that’s what it started as. Andalusa admired and respected his father, always trying to emulate him and be like his old man.
His father, a man named Sorethin Yamato, was a bit of a rough looking man. Broad of shoulder, and almost reaching seven feet in height. He was a blacksmith, running the business that ran in his family for years. Always doing his utmost to meet the needs. Due to his trade however, he never came off as particularly clean. His clothing, always covered in stains from soot, or covered in sweat stains due to the heat of the forge. Almost always seen with a dirty, leather apron on. One couldn’t help but respect the man’s devotion to the craft. Andalusa himself wanted to be just as devoted, doing his best to learn everything his father could teach him in his younger years.
His mother however, he admired and respected his father, but he loved his mother, Maeve, beyond measure. She was a beautiful woman, of black hair, and green eyes. Quick to smile, and quicker of wit, there was never a moment she was around that Andy wasn’t smiling or laughing, or in general, just having a great time. Until she passed away due to the plague. His father began to shut himself away to work even more then, going out at night to drink and pushing Andalusa away due to his constant reminder of the woman he had loved and married.
Then he remarried
Andalusa’s stepmother, Asami, was wretched to Andalusa, particularly because she had a son from the man she’d married before Sorethin. A kid, a year or two younger than Andalusa himself, named Malvus. Asami would do her utmost to make Andalusa’s life a living hell, giving him less and less food, scarring him in significantly in anyway she could, mentally, emotionally, physically. By the time he was in his early teens she convinced his father to join in the abuse, and begin training Malvus in taking over the business. He’d beat Andalusa half to death, forcing the boy to have to recover and slowly become more and more durable over time. Hunger became a constant companion to the young teen and eventually he managed to run away. He slept in alleyways, and parks, hiding from his family as best he could. Until he could join the academy that is. For now, Andalusa wanted nothing to do with his family anymore. He began to work hard in school, begging for food in the evenings and sleeping anywhere he could find that was warm and dry at night.
Halfway through his academy years, he met a kindly old woman as he was begging for food. She’d noticed the few ratty textbooks he had next to him and asked him what his goals were. They were no longer to take over the family business. Instead, he wanted to become someone completely independent. With enough strength that no one would willingly mess with him. He wanted to be respected, wanted to grow up strong. He told her that he wanted to become a shinobi, and to try to make sure that no one would have to live like he had. No matter what it cost him to do so. The kindly woman, who introduced herself as Carrinda, but that he could call her ‘Cari’. She took him in, gave him shelter, a warm bed, good food, and helped him, effectively raising him as her own for the last few years of the academy. She was a simple woman, living as a tailor. In his spare time she showed him the tools of her trade, letting him practice making some simple clothing for himself and slowly, yer surely, progressing him to make finer and finer clothes. He even helped her with her work orders at times. All the while he continued his studies at the academy until he finally graduated.
Her graduation gift to him? His first set of perfectly fitted dress clothes, black dress pants, black undershirt, black dress shirt, black dress shoes that she’d bought for him and had reinforced for simple shinobi work. Included was a long red coat, and a gold coloured scarf. All of it, minus the shoes, she had made for him so that he can continue to be nothing like his father. Now, dressed immaculately at nearly all times, he strives to become the most powerful shinobi he can.
Personality: Sarcastic, quiet, and aloof at times, Andalusa has difficulty opening up to others. It isn’t that he isn’t willing, it’s just that it takes a good deal to get him to trust someone enough. His life growing up was the cause of that, the betrayal and abuse caused by someone you inherently trusted to nurture and protect you is subconsciously a brutal thing. However he’s always polite and civil. He does however have a rather ‘old fashioned’ mindset toward women. Holding open doors, buying flowers, paying for dates, that sort of thing, including but not limited to the instinctive desire to protect them. No matter who they are or how strong they might be. The type to hold a grudge if wronged, Andalusa will come around eventually but doesn’t easily forget. It’s something he’s working out of, but has yet to make much progress. His general leaning is toward kindness, and he has a soft spot for kids and orphans, often times bringing them food and staying with them for a time to keep them company. Often times he can be found giving them advice on how to escape their hellish life, wanting nothing more than to see the streets with less abuse victims, orphans, and abandoned children of any age. In combat, Andalusa isn’t one to pull punches, he’s quick, direct, and to the point. Utilizing any advantage he can get. It’s at that point where his normal ‘chivalrous’ or ‘chauvinistic’ attitude in some people’s opinion, ends. In his eyes, if a woman is trying to attack him, he has every right to attack right back and treat them as no different than anyone else. All an all, Andalusa is a polite, well mannered individual, who treats others with the same respect he’s given.
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