Ass Kekkai [Finished, need lookover]
Aug 21, 2012 19:29:14 GMT -8
Post by Hopalong on Aug 21, 2012 19:29:14 GMT -8
PERSONOLOGY[/u]
- NameAssad "Ass" Kekkai
- Age18
- SexMale
- BloodlineNone
- HometownKaminari no Kuni//Kumogakure no Sato
- RankChunin
- Primary Ninjutsu/Genjutsu
- Secondary Taijutsu
- Difficulty Hard
- Releases Doton, Fuuton
- Fighting Styles Kenjutsu[Battojutsu]
PHYSICALITY[/u]
- Height5 ft. 8 in.
- Weight155 lbs.
- Bloodtype: O-
- ApparelAssad tends to dress in layers, bearing what he deems needed for the weather, but keeping his style. He wears scarlet colored jeans, along with a black and yellow jacket. In detail, the front torso area is colored black, while the sleeves and back are colored a mustard yellow. Beneath this jacket he bears a black tank top, so he'd be able to undress into a wear for humid or scorching hot areas. Beneath his jacket is also a necklace, which bears the orange, white and black emblem of his clan, Kekkai. He rounds up his apparell with his headband, colored black, with the symbol of Kumogakure engraved on a metal plate. The headband slouches slightly to one side.
- Body AppearanceFor the most part, Assad's composure is average. He has clean, white skin. Being a ninja his muscles have toned out, however nothing very well bulges or stands out. His most interesting feautres perhaps lies in his face. His toothline is jagged, similar to what you'd see on a shark. Unique red eyes make him poke out in a crowd. Lastly, he has bright orange hair. What's more his hair spikes profoundly, though only to one side, while some of the spikes are supressed beneath his headband to create proxy bangs, that reach down to his neck and beginning of his nose.
- Blemishes & ScarsNo notable blemishes.
COGNITION[/u]
- PersonalityOverall, Assad fits a Chaotic Neutral personality as he is concerned mostly with himself, his goals, and his satisfaction. He may ally himself to an organization, however a turn of interests or opportunity will break that pledge to save his own hide.
A major part of his own satisfaction resorts in greed. Whether it be enogh to put bread on the table, or a get rich quick scheme, profit will be a number one priority on his table, perhaps only being seconded to his health.
From this greed develops a sense of laziness. When analyzing a situation, if he finds nothing out of it for him to gain, his sympathy takes a sudden decline. Likewise, when an opportunity arises, he gains a sudden adrenaline burst.
Furthermore, his satisfaction often spurs from praise and acknowledgement. The slightest bit of sarcasm or a cheap insult can ruin his mood. He may not go off on a rampage, though at least expect a hissy fit out of him in the least.
Due to this, he takes a strong sense of pride in what he is capable of. This would mean analytical skills, stealth, intelligence, rank and accomplishments. He won't hesitate to brag this to the person chatting with him, be it casual, friendly, or tense.
In contrast, he finds joy in the rush of trying to acquire wealth. This would include hired jobs, schemes, and gambling. As a result, he turns estatic after accomplishing one of the previous goals.
In his life he has no insight of anything beyond his near future. Gaining a paycheck, spending it, and seeking a new one commands his lifestyle, and without a reform in his life, it's bound to stay that way. - Alignment Chaotic Neutral
- Allegiance Kumogakure no Sato; Kekkai Clan
- Quirks & Tendencies Shuffles deck of cards if he has one. Screaming (when happy). Swearing (when angry).
- Likes Money, accomplishment, praise, shiny things, soft things, sweets.
- Dislikes Failure, criticism, sarcasm, angry people, bitter food.
ARMAMENTS[/u]
- Primary Weapons
Gladius
Rank: C
Type: Primary / Sword / Melee
Description: The Gladius is a double-edged straight shortsword, use for cutting as well as stabbing and thrusting due to the tapered point. A solid grip one handed grip is provided by a knobbed hilt added on with ridges for the fingers. Blade strength is achieved by welding together strips, in which case the sword had a channel down the center, or by fashioning a single piece of high-carbon steel, rhomboidal in cross-section. The guard, small, barely shoots out on the sides.
Cost: 5,000 Ryo
Dagger
Rank: C
Type: Primary / Knife / Melee
Description: A dagger is a double-edged blade used for hitting, stabbing or thrusting. Short and small, it is wielded easily in one hand, and is perfect when wishing to perform quick stabbings.
Cost: 5,000 Ryo - Secondary Weapons
Smoke Grenade (2 Packs)
Rank: C
Type: Tool / Area of Effect
Range: 0 - 10 meters
Special: 3 per pack
Description: This explodable comes in the form of a long, skinny cylinder, no more than a few inches long. At the top lies a pin which, when pulled, activates the grenade's internal components. Within seconds, thick, dark smoke begins to spew from the cylinder, covering a wide area and leaving all those nearby blinded and gagging.
Cost: 600 per Pack
Shuriken (Ninja Star) (1 Pack)
Rank: D
Type: Secondary / Ranged
Special: 5 per Pack.
Description: A shuriken, like kunai, is one of the more basic weapons employed by ninja of all classes. They are sharpened, four-pronged metal stars, no more than a few inches long, and are extremely useful for throwing. Although small, they can be used to distract, or, if accurate enough, to kill. They have an open circle in the center, used for grabbing with a finger, to avoid cutting oneself, or to put thread through. The circle is also a benefit in aerodynamics, as it ensures more accurate trajectories.
Cost: 100 Ryo per Pack
Exploding Note (2 Packs)
Rank: D
Type: Tool / Area of Effect
Range: 0 - 5 meters
Special: 10 per pack
Description: The exploding note is a piece of parchment paper infused with special chakra, layered over with a special script on it that serves to enable and facilitate its explosive properties. Its execution is simple - the ninja can attach the note to another object such as a kunai or log, and upon activation, the note is set and begins either a slow countdown burn, which eventually results in a large explosion, or the explosion in itself upon command.
Cost: 500 per Pack
Kunai Spring
Rank: C
Type: Modification
Special: May hold only one kunai. Takes up two 'pack' slots. Kunai springs out twice as fast as a kunai travelling through the air, to be used as a melee weapon or for defence.
Description: This item allows the user to instantly extend and retract kunai from their sleeve using a spring-loaded wire.
Cost: 500 Ryo - Accessories
Flak Jacket
Rank: B
Type: Universal Accessory / Extension / Self
Special: Allows the storage of 10 extra Packs. Only available to Chuunin & Jounin. Each jacket takes up one (1) accessory slot.
Description: The Flack Jacket is a stap above the Satchell, allowing for even more item space all across the user's upper body and torso. Excellent for easy access.
Cost: 50,000 Ryo - Protectorates
Total Packs: 6/16
History
Assad isn't proud of his story, but that's how he became who he is, so he sitss with it. He was born and raised in Kumogakure, under two parents and an older brother who had high hopes for him. They had a righteous connection to their family history, and expected their son to be apart of the Kekkai's redemption from birth.
At the age of 8, he was enlisted into the academy. However, he began training much sooner. His father specialized in Doton, teaching him how to use it for stealth and reconnaisance, as well as remaining hidden. "The earth is omnipresent. Master it and you'll be invincible!" That's what he'd always rant to Assad.
On top of this his mother also taught him Fuuton. "The wind is unmatched in speed, it is the ultimate weapon!" That was her own saying. Day after day his parents tried to grind their jutsu into his young mind, believing the blend of these two elements would breed a "perfect fighter."
As if he wasn't overwhelmed already, his brother, an expert kenjutsu fighter, worked on taijutsu with him. But at this point he cracked, and refused to learn anymore, exhausted from constant ninjutsu lessons. His brother still pushes him to learn however.
Despite all this extra training, he held no interest in being a shinobi. He flunked out of academy year after year, accepting scolds from his parents and teachers. The one factor that irked him was his classmates mocking, which quickly lead him to fights with his advancing mates.
This was the usual schedule for a few years. Things changed up one day when the twelve year old Assad was told his parents were killed in action. Their "perfect combination" fell short when they wandered into a territory held by a notorious rogue gang, alone. Gossip went around that the two had pushed their luck trying to handle such a high ranked mission in a two man squad.
Afterwards his whole life was shook up. Without them to encourage the "family dream," his life lost purpose. His brother slunk into a minor depression. He never bothered him to train kenjutu since. More importantly in Assad's head, what does he do? Just a week before he failed the academy for a fourth year in a row. He had no more reason to pursue being a ninja, so why do it?
He stared out into the open country, at the edge of the village gates. "I could leave this village behind and all its shitty expectations..." He murmured to himself. Coincidentally, at the same time his stomach growled fiercely. Walking off to a restaurant to buy himself food. Then he noticed... He was broke.
Then he started to reason out what to do. Money... if he wanted to eat, chances are he'd need money. That means a job. As much as he hated to admit it, ninjutsu was all he knew. Perhaps a shinobi life was his calling. Besides, it'd pay the big bucks.
With his resolution made, he registered himself for another year of academy, this time with motivation. He read every book he could study, and put forth full effort into his classes. Being his fifth year at learning this, he had no problem getting the top marks in his graduating class. His brother was thrilled to see him graduate, giving him a gladius blade as a present.
He worked in a squad of four, three genin and one jounin as standard, grinding through missions day after day. He spent extra time excercising and honing his ninjutsu skills that his parents left him with, trying to perfect his work as a ninja. He finished all his missions with as much effort required to get the job done and receive pay. He carried out this minimal effort to guide him all the way through the Chunin Exams.
As for the "family ambition," well, that dream died with his parents. He isn't sure if any other relatives in the family still exist, or if his parents just went psycho. Either way, he's not going to concern himself with that dream ever again, unless it managed to poke it's head up again someday (foreshadowing).
Finally, one nice spring day he looked out to the country again from the same point he stood years ago. The idea of purpose dwelt in his head again. He asked himself, "What is my purpose? Why do I get up every day and do what I do?" Only one thing could lurk in his mind when pondered this question. Money. Not only did money supply with what he needed for life, but the rush of splurging. Wasting money of frivolous extravagances, it was a great feeling. He didn't need some personal fufillment for life, he was already living the life!
At the age of 8, he was enlisted into the academy. However, he began training much sooner. His father specialized in Doton, teaching him how to use it for stealth and reconnaisance, as well as remaining hidden. "The earth is omnipresent. Master it and you'll be invincible!" That's what he'd always rant to Assad.
On top of this his mother also taught him Fuuton. "The wind is unmatched in speed, it is the ultimate weapon!" That was her own saying. Day after day his parents tried to grind their jutsu into his young mind, believing the blend of these two elements would breed a "perfect fighter."
As if he wasn't overwhelmed already, his brother, an expert kenjutsu fighter, worked on taijutsu with him. But at this point he cracked, and refused to learn anymore, exhausted from constant ninjutsu lessons. His brother still pushes him to learn however.
Despite all this extra training, he held no interest in being a shinobi. He flunked out of academy year after year, accepting scolds from his parents and teachers. The one factor that irked him was his classmates mocking, which quickly lead him to fights with his advancing mates.
This was the usual schedule for a few years. Things changed up one day when the twelve year old Assad was told his parents were killed in action. Their "perfect combination" fell short when they wandered into a territory held by a notorious rogue gang, alone. Gossip went around that the two had pushed their luck trying to handle such a high ranked mission in a two man squad.
Afterwards his whole life was shook up. Without them to encourage the "family dream," his life lost purpose. His brother slunk into a minor depression. He never bothered him to train kenjutu since. More importantly in Assad's head, what does he do? Just a week before he failed the academy for a fourth year in a row. He had no more reason to pursue being a ninja, so why do it?
He stared out into the open country, at the edge of the village gates. "I could leave this village behind and all its shitty expectations..." He murmured to himself. Coincidentally, at the same time his stomach growled fiercely. Walking off to a restaurant to buy himself food. Then he noticed... He was broke.
Then he started to reason out what to do. Money... if he wanted to eat, chances are he'd need money. That means a job. As much as he hated to admit it, ninjutsu was all he knew. Perhaps a shinobi life was his calling. Besides, it'd pay the big bucks.
With his resolution made, he registered himself for another year of academy, this time with motivation. He read every book he could study, and put forth full effort into his classes. Being his fifth year at learning this, he had no problem getting the top marks in his graduating class. His brother was thrilled to see him graduate, giving him a gladius blade as a present.
He worked in a squad of four, three genin and one jounin as standard, grinding through missions day after day. He spent extra time excercising and honing his ninjutsu skills that his parents left him with, trying to perfect his work as a ninja. He finished all his missions with as much effort required to get the job done and receive pay. He carried out this minimal effort to guide him all the way through the Chunin Exams.
As for the "family ambition," well, that dream died with his parents. He isn't sure if any other relatives in the family still exist, or if his parents just went psycho. Either way, he's not going to concern himself with that dream ever again, unless it managed to poke it's head up again someday (foreshadowing).
Finally, one nice spring day he looked out to the country again from the same point he stood years ago. The idea of purpose dwelt in his head again. He asked himself, "What is my purpose? Why do I get up every day and do what I do?" Only one thing could lurk in his mind when pondered this question. Money. Not only did money supply with what he needed for life, but the rush of splurging. Wasting money of frivolous extravagances, it was a great feeling. He didn't need some personal fufillment for life, he was already living the life!
