Kaede, Makoto
Aug 28, 2015 12:12:18 GMT -8
Post by Kaede on Aug 28, 2015 12:12:18 GMT -8
KAEDE, MAKOTO { METRANA } |
I shot straight off the edge I guess the world is flat after all. |
MALE • HETEROSEXUAL • SEVENTEEN • TRUE NEUTRAL | |
General Information | |
Nickname: Ko Height: 5’10 Weight: 168 lbs Age: 17 Gender: Male Clan: None Alignment: Lawful Neutral Birth Country: Ta no Kuni Village/Allegiance: Iwagakure Rank: Genin | Archetype: Taijutsu Master Stats: Strength: B Speed: C Stamina: C Seals: D Sense: C Traits: Hand to Hand - C Reflexes - C Chakra Control - D Durability - C Tracking - D Releases: 0/3 Fighting Styles: 1/3 Kenjutsu (Iaijutsu) – Free Character Slots: 0/5 Chakra Capacity: Massive x2 Difficulty: Intermediate (Hard) |
Physical | |
Primary Weapon: 2/2 Katana Wakizashi Secondary Items: 3/3 Kiri-Oni • Modification: Chain Karaku | Accessories: 3/3 Satchel: 0/5 Breath Mask (C) High-Frequency Ear Plugs (C) Miscellaneous Wooden, beaded necklace |
Personal Data | |
Appearance: [X] Something about Makoto simply suggests a surreal quality about him. Between his appearances as a calm, cool individual, along with his old fashioned regalia, it wouldn’t be too far of a stretch to label him as majestic. A slender physique, well-toned and muscular despite maintaining a narrow frame, contributes to his visage of being a “bishounen” as others would say. Unlike many of his blood, his silky, dark brown hair streams like a river, steadily, unending, and flowing down to his shoulders. Eyes matching, these pristine, glistening orbs shine with an unknown perception, due in part to his upbringing. For better or for worse, such a revealing stare has often earned itself the attention of many, both those of admiration and confusion, jealousy and disgust. Though his skin appears unblemished, upon closer inspection, one will notice a small birthmark stamped upon his bare right shoulder. This mark shows an oddly stark resemblance to a crescent shaped moon. Unbeknownst to the owner, this sort of blemish is quite common among his family. As far as garbs go, Makoto prefers traditional Japanese clothing with a bit of modern twist to their design. Most frequently the swordsman can be seen wearing a dark blue hakama with traces of a golden fabric weaved around the bottom half. On top, a similarly designed nagajuban is worn beneath the outer garment, comprising of more earthly browns and leathery textures. The outer garment itself is snow white, lined with blue and draped over his left shoulder. A golden emblem rests upon it, indicating Kaede family crest. The only other minor articles are his leather armguards, which appear to be incredibly decorative, more so than needed. In true fashion, he prefers wooden geta and jet black socks for foot ware. Of all the things worn by such a dignified looking gentlemen, one thing does stand out as strange. The swords hanging from his waist appear to be rather dull and well overused. As to why an outstanding swordsman would keep weapons of such poor condition as his tools of choice, the primary speculation is that they were mementos handed down from his master. | Personality: Honorable |
Patient
Flexible
Lethargic
Habitual
This series of events later lead to isolation of the blacksmith’s adopted son. Fearing the innate killing potential dwelling in such a small being, one by one the villagers shunned his existence. Even his adopted family would eventually close their hearts and doors to the child, leaving him homeless and uncared for. Ostracized from his village and left with a meager two days’ worth of rations, the misfortunate child meandered about the country side, scraping by as needed.
It was a harsh life, but a sustainable one; one dependent on pilfering from one meal to the next. In due time however, his luck would run dry. (In hindsight, perhaps his luck had finally changed for the better.) He had been caught in the act. Caught attempting to steal the purse of well-dressed lady at the nearby market square, he’d quickly find himself subdued and pressed upon the ground. A shimmering blade pressed against his throat, he’d quickly beg for mercy in profuse apology. Fortunately for him, the woman was around that age and had grown quite a soft spot for children. Given his wretched state, instead of being punished, he was given a warm bed and a hot meal. After several hours of discussion, Makoto had agreed to follow the woman, to fall under her wing and train as an apprentice in order to pass along her art. As for why the lad had agreed, an ambiguous answer could be given at best. Something about the woman was… brilliant. It was hard to describe, but her aura shimmered like a gentle breeze on a cool summer night. [/td][td style="border:0px;vertical-align:top;text-align:justify;padding:5px;font-size:10px;opacity:0.8;"]Soon enough, he had learned the identity of his benefactor. Her name was Tsutomu Kaede, blade mistress of the Kaede clan located within the Land of Earth. Here at her dojo, he’d remain in a spare room while under her tutelage. For the next five years the boy endured grueling training as she whipped him into form. It was during these five years that their relationship had blossomed, not so much as master and student, but rather as mother and son. Treated as if one of her own, he’d eventually take up her mantle, accepting the title of successor to the dojo. Having fully embraced the woman who had salvaged what pitiful life had remained, he abandoned his former name, taking up her family name – Kaede. Unfortunately for the young lad, nothing ever lasts.
Returning home one night after running an errand at nearby village, the sight before his eyes brought rise to that uncannily feral frenzy that had been long buried deep within his heart. The dojo had been set aflame by a rival clan that had been thoroughly humiliated at the last Lunar Festival’s competition. Acting out of cowardice and seeking revenge, they had set upon Makoto’s home under the cover of dark, showing little mercy to those still clinging to life after the initial blow.
Though his mind was somewhat healed over the years of tender nurturing, something had yet again broken within the boy that night. As if possessed by a vengeful spirit, he’d confront those defiling his home, regardless of his experience and their numbers. One by one, he’d thin their lines, holding firmly with a zealous resolve to take every single one of his tormentors down. For three solid hours this continued until the lad collapsed of exhaustion. Body battered and littered head to toe in wounds, his figure collapsed atop the hilt of his sword, refusing to kneel while staring into the face of death. Eyes blurring from a torrent of blood running profusely across his face, only a single thought remained within his mind. How many had he slain thus far? Though not sure of the exact count, the youth knew the number was far too little to console his aching heart. He couldn’t persist however. Will fading, his eyes slowly closed as he crumpled to the ground. Only the sound of residual screams echoed within his ears as he sought to join his ancestors. His lips parted to utter a single phrase as consciousness slipped from the boy.
”Tadaima.”
Unfortunately, this was not the end of his tale. Awakening several weeks later within a hospital institution, the lad was informed of the aftermath that followed his lapse of consciousness. Locals from the nearby village had seen the flames and sought intervention from Iwagakure. Though a bit late, the squad sent had arrived just in time to stave off the invaders, depriving Makoto of his well-timed demise. His family perished, his dojo razed, all that remained for the youth were two battered swords resting at bedside, each bearing the engraved insignia of the once illustrious Kaede lineage.
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Total: 500
Used: 410 (90 remaining)
Chakra Pool:
Massive x2
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N/A[/td][/tr][/tbody][/table]