Kurokaze Nov 18, 2015 20:37:41 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2015 20:37:41 GMT -8
 PersonologyName: Kurokaze
Birth Country: Land of Fire
1. Kaze (Wind)
2. Kasai (Fire)
3. Kaminari (Lightning)
Kekkei Genkai: Gentle Fist
Close Quarters Combat (CQC): D
Chakra Control: C
 PhysicalityHeight: 5'11"
Weight: 182 lbs
Appearance: Only when his Byakugan is activated are his eyes white. As a result of his chakra turning black with anger, sorrow and anguish, his eyes did the same. Any techniques he uses that manifest as pure chakra (Hakke Shou Kaiten, for example) will be black instead of blue.
Apparel: He is normally found wearing black or red gi-type clothing, the red kimono sash-type belt around his waist, holding a concealed carving knife, but this knife is never used for combat, as Kurokaze refuses to taint the blood of his mother already on the blade. During the winter, he wears an overcoat of leather with a fur lining on the inside, stolen from an upper-middle class gentleman.
Blemishes or Scars: none
 CognitionAlignment: Chaotic Neutral
History: Kurokaze is merely a nickname given to this Hyuuga. Born into an enslaved pair from the main house of the Hyuuga clan, life was, of course, hard. His father, a proud man and craftsman, was forced to work in one of the many steel factories in charge of preparing ingots, whether those ingots were to be used as building supplies, future sword blades, or rails for the established railroads that crisscrossed through the land. His mother, once considered a princess for her beauty alone, was a seamstress in a sweatshop, her Visual Prowess used for sewing clothing and repairing cloth armor as a high rate. She was forced to finish a nobleman's robe while in labour with Kurokaze, and he was practically already out of her by the time medical personnel were permitted to take her to a hospital.
It was about this time that his father was showing himself to be a less-than-honourable man. He was depressed because of the lack of creativity he was allowed to express. He tried to make time to go back to carving statuettes out of wood as he used to do, using a finely-sharpened blade that he kept in a belt he wore only for carving. It was his lucky belt, and it acted like a muse to him. It reminded him of his wife, Kurokaze's mother, and many of his carvings reflected his passionate love for her. However, he could see, as he lost time to carve, the statuettes were becoming sloppy and rushed. Many times, her face was twisted in a painful expression. He was shocked at what he carved and threw them all, beautiful and botched alike, into the wood stove the family, now welcoming Kurokaze into their home, used for heat during the winter months. The depression he felt and the pain he saw in his beloved's face, child held tightly to her in a proud and frightened way, reminded him of all the ugly faces he saw in the wooden figurines before he cast them into the flames.
Over time, the father became a drunkard. Thankfully, for the first few years of falling victim to his weakness for hot sake, his work would not suffer. His craftman's mind was still sharp and he used it to continue on his monotonous chore that gave his family a living. He continued to work, knowing that his son would need him and that his wife, already back to work in the sweatshop, would be needing him all the more. However, all that went out the window as his mental and physical condition began to deteriorate, his sadness beginning to consume him. His liver would grow resistant to the constant plying of alcohol, and many times coming home, he would see his wife sleeping, Kurokaze crying and wailing from hunger, loneliness or "waste management". This inexplicably enraged him, aggressively waking her and forcing her to serve Kurokaze's needs as he stormed off, ashamed of himself, depressing him further as he lays in the common area of their home, drunk as a skunk, passing out on the tatami mats without so much as washing himself or changing into his proper sleeping attire.
All these things would press heavily on Kurokaze's mother's mind, much of it affecting her seamstress work. Sometimes she would work harder and faster than any of the other workers there; other times she would be as slow as molasses, causing her to receive punishment for her lackluster performance, many times being a violent one in front of the other women, even though she had worked harder and better than them as little as the day before.
One night, Kurokaze now 14 years of age and working like a dog, the young man came home to find mother and father, dead. He was numb at first, looking down at their corpses, looking at his father's knife sticking out of his mother's chest, his mother laying at his father's feet. He just stood there and looked at them, his knees shaking, then his arms as his muscles tighten, then his whole body, before he falls to his knees and cries out in anguish.
The samurai squads were there to inspect the home in order to route out any possible attempt at revolt. They found his father's knife used for carving his wood figurines. Unfortunately, it had dulled due to the lack of time and opportunity to carve. Worse still, his mother was the only one home, already bruised from being punished for her lack of productivity at the sweatshop. She had just made dinner when the squad arrived. They ate the food meant for husband and son, acting like brutish ronin. They began to turn everything over, eventually moving through to the room his father once designated as a workshop during the better times. She knew where they went, and she smiled, remembering all the figurines he carved of her for her, making love to the scent of the freshly-carved wood. They stormed in, holding the knife, demanding why it was there. She attempted to explain what its purpose was, but as she tried to explain its use for the tenth time, it was driven into her stomach, dragged across her abdomen and ending her life akin to seppuku. Unfortunately for the murderers, Kurokaze's father, having tapped into his chakra, rushed in, though intoxicated, and sloppily fought the samurai away, killing two as he clutched his dead princess... his dead queen. His cry of anguish matched Kurokaze's that night, until his head rolled off his shoulders with a clean swipe of the samurai's katana. It was not a samurai squad of official capacity, however. It was a band of marauding ronin posing as the samurai.
Kurokaze left the home as he saw it, packing what things he could of his own, cleaning his father's carving knife of his mother's blood and organ juices and shoving into the same belt that his father used to store it. As he walked away, he could feel an energy begin to leak out of his pores, like a black smoke smouldering under his very skin. His chakra had become tinted by the evil his family was forced to suffer, the sins committed against them and by them for the sake of living in this jigoku. Kurokaze lost his first name, because he abandoned it. He hides from society as best he can, a black wind that blows when wrongs are to be righted.
Personality: Kurokaze is a very quiet and reserved person. However, he appreciates quality company and will openly show his pleasure of being with others, unless in one of his moods. He will often sleep out in the open, under the stars in a well-hidden area. Long before going to sleep, he fiddles with the knife that his father used to carve with, the knife that was used to take his mother's life. He remembers them fondly and the world becomes drowned out in his quiet, stone-faced sorrow. He keeps people at arm's length, never truly letting them in, no matter how hard he tries to do so.
Quirks and Tendencies:
1. Tends to be alone
2. Plays with a blade most of the time, especially his father's knife when in deep thought
3. Usually smiles when around people, regardless of mood
Likes and Dislikes:
1. Samurai (dislike)
2. The sight of a woman or child suffering (dislike)
3. Likes spicy food
 ArmamentsPrimaries: Tonfa (ebony wood)
Secondaries: Kunai Blade, Ninja Wire Strings
Accessories: Rangefinder, Handheld Radio
 TechniquesHyuuga/Gentle Step Techs: Byakugan
D: Kai, Shunshin no Jutsu
B: Kekkei: Tengai Houjin