Rinkusu Uchiha
Aug 3, 2015 3:26:08 GMT -8
Post by Rin Uchiha on Aug 3, 2015 3:26:08 GMT -8
[1] PERSONOLOGY
Name: Rinkusu Uchiha
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Clan or Bloodline: Uchiha
Rank/Profession: Genin
Character Type: Ninjutsu Master
Difficulty Setting: Advanced
Releases: Katon
Slot Usage:
Stats:
Rinkusu Uchiha, Ninjutsu Master
Strength - D
Speed - B
Stamina - C
Seals - C
Sense - C
Traits:
Hand to Hand - C
Reflexes - C
Chakra Control - C
Durability - D
Tracking - C
[2] PHYSICALITY
Height: 1.61m
Weight: 56 kg
Bloodtype: O-
Appearance:
Blemishes and scars: N/A
[3] COGNITION
Personality:
[4] BACKGROUND
Allegiance: Kumogakure
Alignment: Neutral Good
Quirks and tendencies: Loner, awkward in social gatherings.
Likes:
Dislikes:
History:
Starting EXP: 1000xp
Name: Rinkusu Uchiha
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Clan or Bloodline: Uchiha
Rank/Profession: Genin
Character Type: Ninjutsu Master
Difficulty Setting: Advanced
Releases: Katon
Slot Usage:
Stats:
Rinkusu Uchiha, Ninjutsu Master
Strength - D
Speed - B
Stamina - C
Seals - C
Sense - C
Traits:
Hand to Hand - C
Reflexes - C
Chakra Control - C
Durability - D
Tracking - C
[2] PHYSICALITY
Height: 1.61m
Weight: 56 kg
Bloodtype: O-
Appearance:
I can understand why you're looking at me like that. My long loose black hair could make anyone loose their breath. It looks soft, clean, and it always seems to be setup in different ways, making me stay interesting. These eyes, so dark brown that they could unfreeze even the most frozen adventurer, a line of blue making them the first thing you'll notice. These curves, so delicate and formful. As I said, I can understand why you're looking at me like that. My body is a piece of pristine art. A piece of art that I do everything I can to keep in its most excellent condition. An artist will always strive to get as close to perfection as possible. That is why I strive to have the perfect body. In this world where appearances and first impressions matter so much, making the best of what I have been given seems natural. Born into the Inuzuka clan, my canine teeth are adorned with the colors of red, signifying where I belong.
My attire for the most part remains the same. I wear a long black cloak with a hood. Underneath, I wear a black and purple patterened one-piece custom fit bodysuit. Around my waist I have whichever satchels I require, and attaching any weapons is an easy task. As for footwear, I've got a tendency of walking around in high heels whenever I am not on a mission. It makes my stature look more professional. Having recieved the traditional balance training with books on my head, I can walk while keeping straight, in heels, in almost any kind of biome. Be it through mountain areas, through cities, swamps or through woods, it matters not. Over my hands I wear a pair of dark purple leather gloves.
For my formal wear, I'm the queen of long dresses. While I've not had the actual money to ever buy jewelry, I've had enough experience in my household as a child to know how to make them stand out. I've pierced my ears with over-heated senbon, and I've made a pair of circular earrings out of wood. It takes persistance and dedication to look good, afterall. I can set my hair up into enough different hairstyles to make your jaw drop to the floor. I've also experienced with dying it in different colors, yet the darker colors of hair that I've been born with, have4 always had a more appealing nature to me. It simply matches my eyes best.
Blemishes and scars: N/A
[3] COGNITION
Personality:
I know who I am.. Why do you ask?
Well, if you truly want to know, I suppose I can share a few of my secrets. I am where the wind takes me. Being labeled as a failure, I have nothing which ties me down, nothing that stops me from seeking out my destiny. I will always follow my heart, taking the path that lies before me without question. The only prayer I have for my journey, is that I hope I won't be walking my path alone.
...I would say that I have become very independent over the years. Thats the path I've brought upon myself, a path that I have chosen. I've been a slave to fate for long enough, only doing what I was told. Keeping up appearances, striving to maintain an image for others, living as an empty shell, a facade. A life that noone should ever attempt to live. I'm taking charge over my life, turning around to judge myself, rather than be judged by others. While I was a kid, I was always forced to rely slightly onto others. When I was a baby, I was often sick and weak, my mother worrying that I was going to die. Managing to weather the storm, as a kid I started learning various shinobi talents. I wasn't very talented, I didn't have inherent skills or abilities that put me above the pack. In fact, I had so few that I was usually at the bottum, the omega. My family tried to teach me, my teachers tried to teach me, even my friends tried to teach me. At the end of the day, I was barely able to attain what I needed to become a Genin. Hurray for me, right? With my lack of ability, the only thing I could do was avoid the gaze and interest of others, living somewhat hidden in the shadows. I've spent more time doing house chores than train, at least as of late, because at least then my mother wouldn't bother me for having done nothing all day. From my peers and co-students I've spent more time being called useless and good for nothing, than being embraced and cared for. That is, when they even bothered to notice me. I've gotten good at hiding my pressence and feelings, somewhat just being there in the background. Not exactly the most interesting life to live, and not one I would wish upon others. Being brought up with only clan-members allowed in my vicinity, it wasn't strange that my heart was longing for more. It came quite natural, the gaze towards the horizon, the dreams that maybe with hard work I too could become someone. I saw other failures refuse to give in, refuse to give up, and eventually each and every one of them managed to become Chuunin. The dreams of others, the hardship of others, it helped form my dream and strenghten my ideals. I wasn't going to accept what life had given me. I wasn't going to give up without a fight. I've forged a will beyond steel, and I would sayy that for the most part, I am happy.
Others claim that I am a very tempered person. I'll follow rules and guidelines, and I have my own set of morals and ethics that I will very rarely deviate from. I appreciate peace, silence, calm, and even when others pressure me or stress me out, I won't be one to crack under the pressure to reveal other sides of myself. I can handle being harassed, I can handle being kept down. Occasionally it does happen that something breaks my tempered armor though, and when it does I can become quite furious, sometimes losing control. Although, everytime it has happened I have gotten my ass whopped, so more often than not I can restrain myself. Instead, I've gotten good at holding grudges against people. In that regard, too, I am stalwart towards my decisions. Once I have made a decision, it'll be really hard to make me change my mind. I know that I made a decision based on a reason, an assumption, state of things. If I am to change my mind, the parameters for the decision I made need to change aswell.
Honestly, I like meeting new people and broadening my horizons. Far too long have I been told about how people were before I even got the chance to meet them. Conflicts within the clan, and how others percieved us, and how we percieved them. A huge construction of lies and prejudice, that I through curiosity and an open mind have overcome. By dedicating myself to training, hard work and respect for every individual, I can now meet others, before deciding how I should judge them. Freedom of the mind is truly a blessing everyone deserves to experience. Every form of tyranny should falter, and if I ever get the chance, I shall make them falter with my own hands. I shall climb above this wicked system and watch it fall from above. Politics, authority, opression. Even saying the word makes me cringe. Despite all of my reasons for liking new people, I prefer to stay silent and stay a litte in the background. Thats usually where I get to see the most of everything, without having to leave myself vulnerable. You could say that being kept pinned down for so long has made me a little shy.
I think that the reason why people seek out politics, is because of their own weakness and insecurities, if you really boil it down. Even the elders of the villages have rarely grown wise enough to make their own concious decisions, they're all predisposed to certain values, certain lines of thought, certain patterns. Their insecurity leads to hesitation. Hesitation leads to a state of stagnation, where choices that have worked in the past, will be the likely choices that will be made again. Stagnation costs you time, opportunities, keeping the world around all of us stale and unmoving. When things stop moving, we've stopped evolving. I will never regret any of my actions, and I will never see the world stop evolving. I'll make the best of what I have been given, for myself and for others. I shall never be satisfied with things as they are. I shall never be complacent. Always will I improve my life. Always will I improve others. I will not be swayed from my paths or my beliefs.
Though my family has been harsh on me for the most part, and though I have suffered tremendous personal losses at the expense of my lack of abilities, I was taught one thing that I will never forget. True change comes from deep within, and noone can say what the days of tomorrow may bring. That is why my own hands and my own hard work will let me change. It may not be today, nor tomorrow, but I remain hopeful for the future. Once I stop believing that the day tomorrow is different than the day today, is the day I can no longer view myself in the mirror. I believe that true change cannot be found while searching for it. Life is a mystery of random occurences, and standing firm on your beliefs will eventually reveal the changes you're bound to make.
Being a failure has brought other things into my world. I would say I am quite solitary in nature. Since others have been so busy judging me and what I am, I do not seek recognition in others. I do not need to work hard to please others. If I work hard, it is for myself. If I train hard, it is for my own good. Others attempting to decide what I could and should do, aren't going to have an easy time putting chains on me, that much is for certain.
I've been brought up while seeing every facet of human emotion. I've learned to read and manipulate these feelings, to a degree. This is the only skill I have ever had, the insight into the mind of others. Fear, anxiety, anger. The only successes I have ever had on the battlefield have been by bringing my opponent out of balance, so that their mistakes make up for my lack of competence. This way of thinking has made me very prudent over the years. I believe that the key to constant success is to always have a next step to your plans. This way of thinking, obviously, doesn't pertain to only strategy. Having a backup plan goes a long way in discussions, drama, battles, even simple things such as having enough money for the dish you'd like for dinner. I think a lot, about almost everything, and it is rare you can ask me a question that I won't be able to find an answer to.
In addition to thinking a lot about things outside my own world, I also have a keen ability to be introspective. I'll happily spend time meditating, thinking of situations in the past. Thinking about how I could improve my training, how I could improve my decisions in a battle, how I would've moved differently in a game of chess. The ability to look into the past and consider your mistakes, is what keeps you from repeating them over and over in the future. My introspection brings along an astuteness. I pick up on knowledge relatively fast, and I've got a good sense of detail. Small elements do not evade my mind. Just because the peasent is the weakest piece in a game of chess, doesn't mean they shouldn't be used to their full potential. That is my ideal, to always strive towards the fullest potential, for everything.
[4] BACKGROUND
Allegiance: Kumogakure
Alignment: Neutral Good
Quirks and tendencies: Loner, awkward in social gatherings.
Likes:
- Cats
- Reading, learning.
- Growing, improving.
- Silence, calm.
Dislikes:
- Noise, chaos.
- Attentionwhores
- Mr or miss overly talented.
History:
Although I am not the main character of anything, you still want to know where my roots lie, huh? Well, if you insist I will take you through the pages that make up my life.
My story begins before I was even born, and to understand why I ended up the way I did, we'll have to start with my parents. My mother, was one of the more useful people to her village, skilled both as a medic and as a shinobi. My father, I have never known. It seems to me like my mother has an idea of who it might be. Perhaps she was a bit too free spirited in her youth. Regardless, it was because of my mothers status, and having been brought up within a respected bloodline, that I, before even being born, carried a lot of expectations on my shoulders.
I was born fourteen years ago, into the most prestigous clan in the world. At least, if I am to believe all the nonsense that my mother tried filling my head with. Personally, I have found quite a few clans to be highly interesting and prestigious, but I've mostly kept that fact to myself. I was born into a line of prodigies, greatness was almost written all over me from the first moments I opened my eyes. I was carrying the pride of my mother and the legacy of our family. The writing on the wall turned out to be anything but true, however. It was as if everything turned out oppositely of what it was meant to be. I couldn't properly walk until I was three years old, having recovered from being sick as a baby, and even then I wasn't too fast or stable on my feet. I learned how to talk relatively late too, and my vocabulary wasn't the most extensive. There was something interfering, but all of that was only the start of my worries. Teachings began so early on, that you'd expect it to be a joke. Almost as soon as I could eat with fork and knife, my mother attempted to teach me how to wield a wooden blade, and how to throw wooden sticks at a target. The blade however, was heavy, and I could barely keep it off of the floor, let alone swing it. I struggled to overcome even the most basic of obstacles.
For weeks, it was the same thing. Just lifting the blade properly was troublesome, and my body wasn't adjusting itself properly. I didn't grow stronger, so that wielding the blade became easier. My mind didn't absorb the stances, making it impossible to compensate for my weakness with technique. In fact, keeping a stance even without the added weight of a blade was troublesome. My shoulders were sinking too low, my stature was off, and that even after multiple corrections from my mother. The two of us were growing more and more distant, as I started hiding in the shadows. The close and intricate bond we had shared had been replaced with a void, where we'd barely speak properly to each other anymore. Swinging the sword was troublesome. I constantly dropped the arc of the swing, as I couldn't wield the blade properly. I didn't have the proper body to stand behind the blade and block incoming attacks either. It had been months since my mother and I last shared a heartfelt moment, and now that the academy was meant to take over the training, I hardly saw her outside the different meals we shared. Either mother was busy at the hospital, obsessed with finding new applications for medicine and healing techniques, - or she was hung up with various paperwork and the like. Status quo was, that we weren't communicating.
In the academy, we were taught about the nature of chakra, and how it was a combination of spiritual and physical energy. We were taught that people had different aptitudes for not only amount of chakra, but also efficiency in using it. I understood perfectly the logic behind it, but I could not control the process. Whenever I attempted to form seals and create even the most basic techniques, I couldn't keep the synergy between spirit and physique equal. I botched, over and over, either creating too many clones, or having clones that looked like my mother had been serious in attempting to destroy them with a wooden sword. Hideous, looking nothing like me, and completely unusable in the field. The only combinations I started improving through however, were Taijutsu. Even then, it was only basic stuff that a regular human should be able to pull off. Though, my fate appeared to be written before I got a say in the matter.
I couldn't wield weapons like my Taijutsu oriented cousins. My aptituded ended the instant I attempted to pick up the wooden sword, even though my mother trained me thoroughly. Throwing and accuracy were both about average, and my bodily techniques were somewhat okay. I couldn't wield Ninjutsu like my Uchiha brethren, who had all mastered at least the Katon element. That despite my teachers attempts at ensuring me that I had a chakra reserve deep enough that I could've done anything I desired. I had a absolutely no innate talent for Genjutsu, so my talents simply weren't enough that one could talk about it being worth investing time in training me. The only hope I had as a shinobi was hard work. Hard, consistent, work. Eventually, I think my mother gave up on me. I suppose. At least, training me in Taijutsu and Ninjutsu slowly faded from her intentions whenever we were together, and even the time spent eating together had gotten awkward. Whenever we were in the same room, she was always deep in thoughts, deep in plans, mumbling to herself about the perfect medicine. So whenever I was to eat dinner from then on, I had taken it with me to be in my room, somewhat isolating myself from even my family. My family was more and more treating me as if I didn't exist, hiding me away. I felt so hopeless, lonely, and being at the academy wasn't any better.
There was only one thing I excelled at. Strategy. Whenever we were playing boardgames, whenever we were discussing tactical advantages to battles, I was completely unmatched. In the academy, I was undefeated at the chessboard, even my teachers unable to ever take a single game off of me. Whenever we had training spars, the few victories that I managed to claim, were on the back of unsettling my opponents, abusing the terrain, and winning with solid strategy. However, strategy can only get you so far, if you have no actual skill to back it up...
At the academy, the other students had quickly caught onto the fact that, aside being somewhat good at chess, I was nothing special. My cousins openly accepted the fact that others spoke down to me. Openly accepted that I was being bullied, isolated, harassed. It was their way of coping with me being a disgrace, I suppose. It was hard for my mind to cope with, what had I done wrong? I kept to myself, wondering constantly what was wrong with me, what had broken within me, why the others were so eager to be picking away at me, why my mother had given up on spending time with me, why she had forgotten me. So many questions, so few answers, and I was alone with them. The instructors at the academy were many times worse than my family too. Pushing, demanding, constantly trying to teach me things I had no affinity for. I tried. I cried so many tears, cursing myself, feeling like I was breaking apart, day by day, losing little pieces of who I was. I constantly felt like I was never good enough for anyone.
On the bright side of things, I wasn't the only one who was deemed a failure. There were others, who at first seemed to be like me. Other students who I had something in common with, although they still didn't want to be my friends. Either they were simply lazy, making sure to put in as little effort into everything as they possibly could and still barely scraping by their exams, or they were hardworking students, that simply couldn't get things right, no matter how hard they tried and worked for it. For me, it was different. Others had given up on me, and I had given up on myself. So I didn't work hard, but I didn't manage to scrape by either. I flunked more exams than I wish to remember, and I think I'm one of the oldest students to have been unable to graduate from the academy. It was always the same thing. I'd show up, uncaring, and leave without trying. How could others understand my situation, how could others even begin to discuss with me why I was the way I was. The teachers at the academy confronted me, suggesting that it may be best for me if I gave up on being a Shinobi. If I returned to the clan and got into sewing or some other casual village activity, maybe I wouldn't suffer or feel as much as I didn't belong. I wanted to get out of the system, I didn't want to suffer as a Shinobi, I didn't want to go through this hell any further... but for reasons unknown, I couldn't say it to their faces. It was strange, but there was something within me that didn't want it all to be over, that didn't want me to bow down and accept defeat. There was something within me that wished I could turn around everything on its head and push through, like a latent talent screaming at me, demanding to be found. All I wished for, was to prove to everyone that I wasn't a pathetic failure, and that my clan could be proud to have me as one of their own. So I responded. "I will rather die on my feet, than live on my knees like some pet!"It was a forceful response I had given. It was a response which contained all of my feelings, all of my heart, all of my will. The teachers were convinced that there was some spark, some fire, that may one day become an asset. So I was given one last chance. One last ditch effort to accept me as a Genin, or I would be denied ever becoming a Shinobi. I practiced harder than anyone could've hoped for. I gave it absolutely everything I had, working from sunrise to sundown. I begged my mother for assistance, and what little help I could convince her to give me, I took as careful note of as possible.
The result for my efforts was highly disappointing, but I had improved enough to pass the exam to become a Genin. From there, I was meant to be assigned a team. I don't know where my adventure will take me from there, but I hope I can follow my dreams.
Starting EXP: 1000xp
