[Shikou Tsukune - Speed Demon] Jun 9, 2012 19:47:17 GMT -8
Post by Not Masakuni on Jun 9, 2012 19:47:17 GMT -8
[/li][li]Gender – Male
- +Personnel File
- [li]Age – 20
[/li][li]Height – 5'8”
[/li][li]Weight – 145 lbs.
[/li][li]Eye Colour – Vermilion
[/li][li]Hair Colour – Blonde
[/li][li]Place of Birth – Tsuchi no Kuni
[/li][li]Allegiance – Kusagakure no Sato (Hidden Grass Village)
- Sekai Saisoku (World's Fastest)
- Kusagakure no Youkai Ijin (Kusagakure's Ghost Devil)
[/li][li]Rank - Genin[/i][/size][/li][/ul]
- [li]Talents – Genjutsu Primary | Ninjutsu Secondary | Taijutsu Tertiary
[/li][li]Genetic Abilities - None.
[/li][li]Chakra Pool - Mid! (5525 EXP)[/i][/size][/li][/ul]
Type: Universal Accessory / Extension / Self
Special: Allows the storage of 5 extra Packs. Available to all ranks, including Non-Ninja. Each satchel takes up half of an accessory slot.
Description: The Satchel is a simple holding device which can store extra secondary weapons should the user need to call on them quickly in battle. Appearing like a regular carrying, it is hung on one's side or worn at the hip for easy access.
Cost: 30,000 Ryo[/ul]
Tsukune is a man of unremarkable appearance, at first glance. He takes pride in this, as his father would often describe it to him as the sign of a true ninja that he cannot be recognized in a crowd. He stands at five feet, eight inches; a reasonable height, though not one of any exceptional size. He has a lean build, possessed of thin, hard muscle and a wiry frame. His body is the result of a life of conflict and action, and he considers every bit of muscle to be something he has earned. He is not necessarily unduly proud of his appearance; he simply believes that it was the inevitable outcome of his lifestyle. He has pale, light skin, almost translucent. The faint tracery of his veins, both blue and green, is just barely visible underneath his skin, giving him a somewhat fragile look, like that of ancient royalty. His pale tones are complimented by blonde hair of the lightest shade, somewhere between white and gold. The shade flickers between metallic tones and a ghostly white, depending on what light it is seen under.
That hair is messy and somewhat long, with loosely hanging strands sitting between his eyes and framing either side of his face. It is rarely every combed or otherwise fixed; his mother would often tell him he looked more handsome with his hair unruly then he ever did with it tamped down into something 'respectable.' His eyes are a deep vermilion colour, with a vibrancy that stands at odds with the rest of his colouration. Their light is the most prominent feature on his face, and more than once he has been referred to as a 'red-eyed demon.' His narrow, angular chin is marked with slight amounts of unshaven stubble. A sharp nose and lazy brows complete the look of a jaded intellectual. A thin scar traces down the right side of his chin and down his neck, reaching his clavicle before fading, the result of an old battle from his youth.
He dresses simply and tactically. He wears a traditional Japanese shirt, coloured in a simple drab green and made from sturdy, warm fabric. It is tied shut with a black cloth belt, little more than a length of ribbon, similar to those worn by martial artists. Simple pants of the same fabric cover his lower body. They fit wel, but not too tightly, giving his legs breathing room and ending just above the heel. He wears thin white tabi socks and simple shinobi-style sandals, strapped on tightly to ensure mobility. Made from reliable materials, his sandals are perfectly suited for walking on all terrains.
He sometimes wears an open black haori that hangs down past his rear, with white diamonds patterned around the base of the coat. The material is thick and somewhat scratchy, but undeniably very warm. He keeps his bowie knife in a horizontal sheath at the small of his back. His war fan, a lacquered black colour, is held strapped to his right hip like a sword by leather straps. His headband, made with black fabric, is usually worn tied around his forehead, in its traditional position. Two of his knives are strapped to each arm, inside his sleeves, while two more are strapped to each calf. He has a glyph-like seal on his lower left abdomen, bonding him to his bowie knife.
Analysis – Tsukune is built, from the very core of his mind, on a basis of constant analysis. His mind works by obsessively examining every piece of information provided to him by his senses, then using that information to build any number of conclusions, from simple facts to complex theories. He then discards the more improbable theories until he reaches the most reasonable conclusion. Everything that he experiences is understood on multiple levels. Nowhere is this more evident than in his interpersonal relationships; everything that is said to him is analyzed from it's apparent meaning to possible subtexts. This can make communicating with some people difficult, due to his obsessive desire to divine every possible meaning from their language. It does, however, make him an excellent tactician and a marvelous team-player, being able to understand the combat dynamics of a given group relatively quickly.
Competition – A keen understanding of the world gives birth to a certain confidence that any challenge it offers can be analyzed and defeated. Tsukune takes an active glee in having his intelligence challenged, simply so that he can exercise it. The rest of the world becomes less important to him when his mind is being engaged by some foe or challenge. His singular focus becomes discerning how to solve the puzzle before him. This is considered by some to be his greatest strength, and by others his greatest weakness. Irregardless of whether it is one or another, it is evident that his is capable of focusing his mind on a single problem or set of problems to the exclusion of all distractions, and that this it is not often that an answer can manage to elude his inquisitive mind.
Comedy – Tsukune likes a good laugh. His mind, perhaps as a way to defend itself from the crushingly depressing weight of reality, relishes childish humour and practical jokes. It is also possible that it is a facade to cover his prodigious intelligence. Either way, he has a tendency to perform practical jokes on both his superiors and his subordinates, and shows a complete lack of regret or concern when confronted about his schemes. He can switch very quickly between seriousness and light-hearted foolishness.
Loyalties – Tsukune's loyalties are not easily earned. Someone can be a friend to him one day and an enemy the next day, simply if he decides it to be so in his own head. He values a challenge and intelligence more than any moral standard, and simply wishes to pursue his own desires, more than he has loyalty to any one thing or person. If he decides that a person is beneficial to him, he will be as loyal as the undying sun, until he decides that he no longer benefits from that relationship. He follows those leaders he respects, obeys those laws that he finds convenient, and trusts only those he deems worthy.
Lust – Tsukune enjoys battle. He enjoys bloodshed. And he enjoys these things far more than the average person. He does not necessarily go about his normal day, lusting for violence at random, but when he is in battle, he shows a marked desire to inflict great pain and injury on his enemies. The sight and smell of blood are addictive to him, like the smell of gasoline is for some. He has no real sympathy for others, or even himself, and shows a child-like joy in fighting. More than that, he seems to thrive off of being insulted and degraded. Whether he ignores it or actually enjoys it is up for debate. However, he is the sort of person who will allow himself to be abused and relish in the feeling of it, just as much as he loves to abuse others.
- By shinobi standards, Tsukune has lived a relatively long life. His life began far away from his current residence, in the foothills of a village in Tsuchi no Kuni. He was not born into the life of a shinobi; that was something that came to him later. At first, he was born as a simple villager, a farmer on the outskirts of civilization. In those early days, his life was simple. As a youth he would help his father with the crops, spending long days in the fields underneath the amber sun, crouched between rows of tubers and hidden underneath stalks of wheat. There, he learned the value of hard work, and learned to understand the change of seasons, the cycles of life for plants and animals. When he was not working, he would sit with his mother and learn his numbers and letters, learn his history and language.
This idyllic life, though beautiful, however, was not to last. As he came into his own as a young teenager, war would strike the world, echoing through each and every nation. What started as a simple skirmish between the Hidden Leaf and the Hidden Sand quickly escalated into something beyond reckoning; another Shinobi World War. His parents, the both of them Iwagakure ninja that had long since retired, were conscripted back into active duty. To protect their home, they said. To protect their son, they said. They never returned home again.
Tsukune was left alone, unable to tend to the farm yet unable to do anything else. Eventually, though, war would reach even his village. Shinobi would arrive, bearing arms and powers, seeking to strike down the food source that his home supplied to Iwagakure. There was no sympathy in war, only resources to be exploited or removed. Not far on the tail of those monsters, though, were monsters of a different stripe; allies of Iwagakure, seeking to protect the village from harm. The violence between the two was indescribable, and the village was consumed in flame and stone and wind.
He was the only one who remained, out of the few dozen residents of his mountain home. There would be no survival for him, not as long as he remained where he was. Even monsters have hearts, such as they were, and those shinobi took him in, against better judgement. As the soldiers of war have been known to do, they trained him in the ways of ninjutsu, desperate to give an unsuspecting victim of tragedy some way of fighting back. Perhaps, in some way, they sought to alleviate their sins through giving him a fighting chance. Either way, their efforts were well-spent.
For two and a half years, Tsukune traveled with these shinobi and kunoichi. By the time he was fifteen, he had already killed in support of the Kusagakure cause. A great power had awakened with him; Genjutsu, the ability to shape the mind of his opponents with impunity. Blessed with this unique ability, he became a valued part of their war effort, particularly against the forces of Sunagakure; nothing was greater than turning one's weapons against them.
Like all things, however, this would not last. Kusagakure itself would be reduced to a shadow, taken apart by the ravages of war. Destroyed and turned into nothingness, the traveling band of shinobi would have no home, no more than Tsukune did. Without a village to govern them, they inducted Tsukune in as a Genin of Kusagakure. After all, who was there to say otherwise? They continued to travel together, seeking what remained of their village. For years, it was futile. One by one, they fell in battle, until only Tsukune remained. For their memory, he would seek out Kusagakure and help return it to power. He owed that to those that went into the darkness before him.