Name: Sabishii
Age: 11
Bloodline: Nara
Physical Description: Sabishii is a young nomadic boy with medium length dark dusty brown hair, he often wears clothes that are tattered and ripped. His dark eyes are often seen to be hollow, distant, and empty. Those who see him will often see cloaked ghouls around him for brief moments, then they vanish. Typically found with a tired expression on his face. He wears a long wooden polearm across his back with a waistband normally holding some rations. His pale skin is odd being that he spends most of his time outside the dense, arid sun of Sunagakure.
Mental Description: Quiet, brooding, and always listening, Sabishii is can be seen as simple. He is smart, and has lived his life away from civilization so comes off as awkward. This is to say that he has not always been apart of civilization, he once had a family and maybe that is what he struggles with now. The ghosts and ghouls that can be seen whisking around him from time to time can be heard whispering at times. Sabishii is subservient, willing to listen to whomever he deems worthy of his attention and will take a level of disrespect depending upon who is giving it. Not quick to anger, but he will fight if he ever feels the need to.
History:
Born of Baonoku Risha & Zai, XXX was born into a loving family into the night sky somewhere in Soon's Haven. XXX was brought into a world full of love and adoration, where he wanted for little and had plenty. Risha, his mother, was a trained mercenary that took work out of the Village in Suna from which she would return to Zai who was a herbalist from a village she had worked out of to find information and return it to Suna.
This line of work obviously would make her an enemy to some and a friend to Suna. The more work she got and information she relayed gave her a reputation to those in the underworlds. The Red light district within the confines of Suna would take a notice to her and there was a standing hit out for her. And while out on an intel gathering expedition she would be slain by several mercenaries and hitmen. They in turn found XXX and his father. . .
Late in the night they would infiltrate XXX's home while the boy was in his room, the boy no older than four years old... Maybe five... if the stories are to be believed. The boy stepped into the room to watch his father fighting off the intruders only to be slain in front of him. XXX with no training, filled with rage, and attacked the men and was kicked to the ground, but as his fathers blood would be spilled and the tears fell from the boy's eyes... something would happen ethereal forms would emerge around the boy and bind each one of the men up before bringing his father's polearm into his grasps...
"Take what was taken from you~"
"Yes... Take."
The ghostly hands would silently guide him to strike down each of them one by one. The ghosts would swirl around him, all at once as he stood in the pools of blood they would slam into his chest causing the boy to fall unconscious.
Months would pass...
And the boy had to leave his home and wander back into the village, here he would be taken into the Hokkyoku clan... where he would be brought into the clan, without a claim into the family but under their protection. The ghosts still haunt him keeping the boy from sleeping for days on end. . . From here? Who knows what will happen..
Age: 11
Bloodline: Nara
Physical Description: Sabishii is a young nomadic boy with medium length dark dusty brown hair, he often wears clothes that are tattered and ripped. His dark eyes are often seen to be hollow, distant, and empty. Those who see him will often see cloaked ghouls around him for brief moments, then they vanish. Typically found with a tired expression on his face. He wears a long wooden polearm across his back with a waistband normally holding some rations. His pale skin is odd being that he spends most of his time outside the dense, arid sun of Sunagakure.
Mental Description: Quiet, brooding, and always listening, Sabishii is can be seen as simple. He is smart, and has lived his life away from civilization so comes off as awkward. This is to say that he has not always been apart of civilization, he once had a family and maybe that is what he struggles with now. The ghosts and ghouls that can be seen whisking around him from time to time can be heard whispering at times. Sabishii is subservient, willing to listen to whomever he deems worthy of his attention and will take a level of disrespect depending upon who is giving it. Not quick to anger, but he will fight if he ever feels the need to.
History:
This line of work obviously would make her an enemy to some and a friend to Suna. The more work she got and information she relayed gave her a reputation to those in the underworlds. The Red light district within the confines of Suna would take a notice to her and there was a standing hit out for her. And while out on an intel gathering expedition she would be slain by several mercenaries and hitmen. They in turn found XXX and his father. . .
Late in the night they would infiltrate XXX's home while the boy was in his room, the boy no older than four years old... Maybe five... if the stories are to be believed. The boy stepped into the room to watch his father fighting off the intruders only to be slain in front of him. XXX with no training, filled with rage, and attacked the men and was kicked to the ground, but as his fathers blood would be spilled and the tears fell from the boy's eyes... something would happen ethereal forms would emerge around the boy and bind each one of the men up before bringing his father's polearm into his grasps...
"Take what was taken from you~"
"Yes... Take."
The ghostly hands would silently guide him to strike down each of them one by one. The ghosts would swirl around him, all at once as he stood in the pools of blood they would slam into his chest causing the boy to fall unconscious.
Months would pass...
And the boy had to leave his home and wander back into the village, here he would be taken into the Hokkyoku clan... where he would be brought into the clan, without a claim into the family but under their protection. The ghosts still haunt him keeping the boy from sleeping for days on end. . . From here? Who knows what will happen..
