Old Character Name: Hikariinre Ashura
Old Village: Sand
Preferred New Username: Kazehi Ryu
New Character Name: Kazehi Ryu
New Village: Stone
New BL/CA: Steadfast
New Character Class:
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ANBU, Medical or Main Branch? Main
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Age: 32
Gender: Male
Character Physical Description:
His face seems to always be set in a calm, stoic mask that doesn't seem to be broken by expressions very often; yet his violet-blue eyes show enough intention and meaning to make up for his stone face which is framed by the hair that fountains down his back and shoulders. A cascade of midnight black hair with natural crimson highlights within, ending roughly at the bottom of his ribs; from time to time, however, he will put it up into a warrior's ponytail to have it out of the way. Somehow, he's kept is so that the vast majority of his locks are behind his back and are apparently heavy enough that only a fairly stiff gust of air can get them to lift from his back; despite not seeming the type to do so, he takes care of his hair just as much as the rest of his body while washing so as to keep it strong and somewhat tame.
Overall, the best definition of the first glance at the man is “Juggernaut”, with the wide set of his shoulders, his towering height bordering close to seven feet, and the hint of heavy muscle that can be identified through some of his motions and the way his clothing settles across his body. His body structure is very typically male, his shoulders create a V shape with his narrow waist to give him a very broad-backed look. His musculature is very defined and obvious, though not into the realm of grotesque and overly developed, his stomach and calves tend to be the ones showing the most definition on his entire body when revealed and the rest of his musculature is shown properly when being used for intense exertion such as training. All of it stretches his thick, tanned skin across his frame smoothly and very little body hair can be spotted aside from very light hair on his chin that are clear and invisible until close and intent inspection of his face.
Character Behavioral Description:
The man's stoic facial expression is only in part to his natural look, but also in part to his closed personality. He comes across as cold, uncaring, and rigid with how he keeps to himself; rarely socializing for the fun of it, though that is not to say he will walk away from someone that strikes up a conversation. He is quiet, collected, and careful; one could call him 'paranoid' and be close to the mark with his caution and deliberate actions of observation; though that is common with most veteran shinobi. The cold exterior melts away slowly, allowing those that get to know him to see the care he takes is, in part, to not harm another by mistake; he does not understand how to interact with others at times, not having some of the capacity to sympathize with or comprehend emotional states that others experience.
Of course, just like every human out there, there is more than the surface of what he appears to be like; the man has a love of music, as well as a curiosity for creation that borders on obsession. Interested in building small trinkets with chakra crystals that he manages to get his hands on, only to deconstruct them a short time after to tinker with some other artifact he has in mind. He is also a great deal more open with those who are friends rather than just allies or associates; more willing to continue a conversation or even strike one up himself. As a general rule, it does take some time and patience to know him, though this can be said for anyone. In all, he upholds a respectful attitude even to those who are 'below' him either in rank or prowess as well as has a great regard for common courtesy and those who have it.
Even as a patient man, there are some situations that get under his skin and make his blood boil; primarily regarding children for some reason. Even he doesn't know why, but a child or someone who is unable to defend themselves being being assaulted by those stronger brings about rage and ire deep set into his nature that it causes him to act; yet at the same time knocking a student around to teach them combat, or watching such displays does not invoke such wrath.
Character History(Including Core Ability):
As a boy, Ryu's mother was never present in his upbringing for what ever reason; it was as though she were simply a shadow in his memories while his father trained him in the Arts of Taijutsu even before he was intended to go into the Academy. It was rough, initially at five years old he was unable to keep up with the standards expected of him; but as the training continued steadily and increased in demand slowly by the time he was eight years old the young Ryu had made his father proud that his son would bear the Kazehi name to his peers. In terms of physical aptitude, Ryu excelled greatly but in the terms of Ninjutsu and the ability to use hand-seals his excellence wavered and his ability to use Genjutsu was right out; which seemed to be an acceptable loss to his father. "The strength of one is measured in the solidity of their will; if that is indomitable so too is the body and soul" His father would tell him, it was encouraging in a strange way. Young Ryu was not lacking the intelligence to use it but merely the flexibility, his father seemed to sense this and encouraged the boy to get as strong as he could in his own way. That was not to say that his father pushed him to become adaptable, to be able to bend enough so he wouldn't break as he continued his years in the academy, he kept a decent amount to himself but was polite enough to make a few passing friends here and there. Friends was not where the youth's mind seemed to be though, as he continued to grow and his training didn't stop even after hours of the Academy he became more stressed that he wasn't meeting the expectations his father seemed to have of him. "You can always do better son, it's simply a matter of effort and consistency." The boy misconceived the understand his mentor, his guiding figure, his inspiration's words were cleaving blows to his confidence until one day he became ill enough that he missed several days of school.
Stalwart App
During this time, he had lucid dreams of a strange sort; that he was running down a corridor without windows and doors sealed with mortar; his father's words chased him the entire way. "A man's pride is that of his family and those he cares for, he who upholds something greater than himself attains the height and breadth of a mountain and the depth of the ocean." and "Your shoulders and back are the most important as a man, for they will bear the burdens of your friends and family; the width of the shoulders to carry it all, and the strength of back to uphold the expectations." The more he dreamed and ran the more the words tormented his mind, not understanding what his father meant. Every so often, his eyes would pierce reality to see a blurred, softened face only for a moment before they faded into the dreary corridor of his dreams. Nearly a week passed and Ryu came out of his tormented sleep to see his father sitting calmly over him, smiling through his thick beard down at his son. "There you are, it seems your mother's spirit cradled you close enough to bring you through." As his father helped nurse him back to health, the man explained just why his mother was never present. "When you were born, your mother revealed that she had an illness; seemingly passed through the lines that would kill if not watched. The nature of it, it struck at the body's control center, searing the nerves and shutting down a weak body; but those who survived and passed through the 'Unending Corridor' would be the strongest bodied in the family, the most able to carry on the name." Sorrow and his son's thirst brought a pause to the story, and once his parched throat was slaked the boy faded into weary delirium of lucid sleep once more. Unknown to his father, the boy's mind had only paused on the journey through this corridor, the illness had only abated long enough but armed with his father's confidence and understanding of his mother's absence; he had to make them proud, the boy was determined to pull through.
He no longer ran away from the words he had once feared and despised. "Don't place your faith in your abilities and strength alone, but place it with your loved ones so that you will go unbroken by the burdens of life." and "Seek to test your mettle against the greatest of all, not the men and women, but Nature herself. Her rewards are worth more than the glory given by your fellows." As he continued down the corridor, he sought escape at the doors sealed shut but could not break through them. Having no choice but to carry on with his father's teachings, all the words he'd said while raising and training Ryu were the only company he had in this twisted hall. It felt like eternity, fading in and out of consciousness, he seemingly made it to the end of that never ending hallway but the door was sealed shut just like all the others as if to mock his effort to arrive there. Ryu slammed himself against the door, yet it would not budge. He pulled at it, hoping to pry it open, yet it would not budge. He tore at the mortar till his finger bled, yet still it did not budge. As he leaned against the door, feeling the futility of his efforts and the chilling knowledge that he would die; one last pearl of wisdom came to him though not in his father's voice. "The strong survive, but it is the indomitable that truly live." The voice was one he knew, not from personal experience but from a memory so deep and buried that he couldn't recall where it came from. It was his mother's voice.
The indomitable truly live. Ryu stared at the door for moments more before starting to slam into it with as much force as he could, feeling the cold and tired weight of failure and despair press down upon him as he did. The weight bore down, threatening to drag him to his knees; struggling to stand as well as battering the door in wore him out, brought him an entirely new level of exhaustion but he fought onward. Slowly, as though years had passed while he struggled against the door, cracks began to show. The youth dug his fingers into the crack, alternating tying to dig his way through the door and forcing his entire body through; fighting onward despite the exhaustion, the urge to lay down and sleep was intense. He wanted nothing more than to sit down, lean against the wall off to the side of the door and sleep his exhaustion away, let his worries simply fade into the background of sleep, deep and restful. He fought instead, hammering his body against the door for all he was worth and began to tear chunks out of the door with his bloodied fingers. Tasting victory, he stepped away from the door to observe his work for just a moment before charging forward with all his might and bowling into the door with his shoulder.
It gave way, caving beneath his body and will. He stumbled on the other side and rolled to a stop on his back, staring up at the dark ceiling in his room with a throbbing head. Lifting a shaking hand, the boy touched his forehead and winced at the clammy feeling; pushing himself out of his bed unsteadily with a groan of displeasure...only to see his body still lying there looking fitful in sleep with his father looking haggard but watchful, never looking up or away from the Ryu laying in the bed. The surreal feeling of this experience confused him, but as he looked away and to the door that he had burst through he could see the hall with a woman standing in the hall with so many others behind her. "You have done well, my dear son. A door for each to come to rest. An obstacle that drags them down and tests their resolve to continue on. You who have breached the cursed hall, take your indomitable resolve further on." They all turned and filed away, some walking far out of sight down the hall while others simply leaned against nearer doors and closed their eyes only to slump down against it and fade away. His mother was the last of such to do so, giving him one last sad glance as she leaned her shoulder against the door nearest to the one he broke through and weakly slid to her knees. "I'm sorry that I wasn't strong enough. I'm so, so very sorry." Her eyes welled up with tears; these were her last moments in the struggle just like his before she collapsed completely and faded away, leaving the hall empty and devoid of life once more.
Closing his eyes to take a breath, he suddenly jolted and looked around confused; he was lying on his back once again, but his movements were sluggish and he felt exhausted, the weight of the blankets on him bearing into his chest and threatening to crush him. The boy's throat was dry and tight, leaving his voice a rasping croak as he called out to his father; the man was across the room immediately, holding his son gently but tightly. "I thought I had lost you as well, my boy." Ryu felt his father's arms quivering slightly around him and weakly wrapped his own arms around the man to return the embrace. "The indomitable truly live." Ryu managed to croak out quietly before his need for water caused him to cough and choke. Although the lucid dreams were starting to fade away, and he couldn't remember quite what he was dreaming about; the boy felt as though he had done something his mother would have been proud of him for. End Stalwart App
Yet as the years marched ever onward, the week that he spent out of the Academy faded away quickly into the tumult of life. His father trained him harder, pushed him further, and in the classes that required endurance or physical efforts he excelled in; passing his ninjutsu skill classes within acceptable margins as well and thankfully the Academy did not dock him anything but rank in Genjutsu. Not at the top of his class, but his teachers could not deny the admirable efforts he put forward to continue with anything even with genjutsu and how miserably he failed at it. Graduating to Genin feeling confident and proud, Ryu made admirable efforts to learn more but his father shared some wisdom with him before he became frustrated with his dwindling results. "You learn more of yourself and your art as you help to teach others." With this in mind, Ryu divided up his time between his own training and helping students train; one such girl that pushed herself to the limits and continued to train hard, not unlike him. Though he didn't know her name, it wasn't important at the time; they trained hard and parted for Ryu to help others once she had a handle on what she was doing.
Of course, the graduation day for that particular class was cut short by a disaster; but Ryu hadn't been present for that. (Referencing Kuroyuki's Backstory bits here, talked to her about it; assuming her approval will be required.) And the class was lost, including the girl he'd help train so hard; he found this out later and it was a bit painful, left him bitter and resentful that there was nothing he could have even done had he been there. From time to time, he visited the girl's parents, introducing himself as a friend that knew her during the time she was training at the academy, visiting her shrine and burning her face into his mind for months upon months...until his life as a shinobi swept them away into the back of his mind. Missions, training, and caring for his father who's health had begun to decline.
Ryu was in his late teens when he made Chuunin, showing his exemplary resolve in the exams and his indomitable spirit to take on the tests demanded of him. Though it was likely an imperfect performance that got him through, he felt proud of himself and attended to his duties, helping teach students and Genin on a regular basis while he wasn't doing missions for the village or attending his father. Tragedy struck years down the road while Ryu was in his twenties, his father's health had degraded enough and the man's body gave out finally. On his death bed, the man smiled up at his son, simply clasped a weak hand around his son's and nodded his approval one last time before closing his eyes with that smile on his face. It was the first time that he had cried in grief since he had been a boy, his cries of emotional agony bordered on battle shouts and he beat himself into exhaustion with training, attempting to bury the pain in something more tangible that could be treated with a salve or rest. In the end, he was found by a couple people with most of his muscle tissue torn and fatigued, barely able to breath without shivering in pain from not just his wracked body.
In time, he recovered, but not wholly. He withdrew from others, became even quieter and stoic never letting his emotion slip out of control again; not wanting to disgrace his father with childish tantrums. Instead of mulling and dwelling, he set his mind to work tinkering; gathering chakra crystals and making small little artifacts that amused him for a time before the man dismantled them for parts to something else he decided to put together. Eventually, through the same effort and show of skill the man made it to the rank of Jounin in his late twenties then spent a vast majority of his time training while not doing missions; his life as a shinobi all but consumed him; there was little time for else. It took a toll on him with his inter-personal relation skills; not quite as skilled at communication with 'small talk' or 'idle conversation' that others seemed interested in and kept himself removed to prevent conflicts that would arise with those who couldn't really get along with his personality. Every so often, the man takes time to visit students and observe them training, watch to see who has potential to go far or those who will require extra teaching to make it up the rungs. During those moments, he remembered and missed his father, but they were only slight pangs of discomfort upon a quickly jading heart. The strong survive, but the indomitable truly live. Ryu admitted it, he was only surviving.
Jinchuuriki Application
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Retirement thread: http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=367&t=16860
Profile thread: http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=59&t=7269
Training thread: Never made one
FAQ thread: http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=442&t=7278
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Current Usergroups: Sand
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Previous Character's Stats:
Agility: 600
Stamina: 600
Ninjutsu: 600
Taijutsu: 600
Genjutsu: 600
Chakra Control: 600
154 capped points
Rebirthed Stats:
Agility: 600
Stamina: 600
Ninjutsu: 600
Taijutsu: 600
Genjutsu: 600
Chakra Control: 600
154 capped points
Current Mastered Jutsu (with spoilers to neaten up)
Jutsu
Fire (Major)
Lightning (Major)
Plasma (Minor)
Water (Minor)
Shadow (Minor)
Wind
Non Element
Mastered Jutsu Swap:
To BE DONE!
D-Rank Minor Elment pick: Fire
Becomes Major at C
C-Rank Minor Elment pick: Non-Element
Becomes major mastering HALF non-Elemental
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Name of any Contract you currently own: None
Name of any Cursed Seals you currently own: None
Name of Kinjutsu you own: None~
Old Village: Sand
Preferred New Username: Kazehi Ryu
New Character Name: Kazehi Ryu
New Village: Stone
New BL/CA: Steadfast
New Character Class:
Code:
[u]Solemn Juggernaut[/u]
[b]HP:[/b] (75+lvl) x stamina
[b]CP:[/b] (40+lvl) x chakra control
Class Bonus: Kinjutsu Jinchuuriki (Lava)
[i]High:[/i] None
[i]Average:[/i] Evastion, Genjutsu Save, Ninjutsu Acc, Taijutsu Acc
[i]Low:[/i] Ranged Acc, Gen DCANBU, Medical or Main Branch? Main
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Age: 32
Gender: Male
Character Physical Description:
His face seems to always be set in a calm, stoic mask that doesn't seem to be broken by expressions very often; yet his violet-blue eyes show enough intention and meaning to make up for his stone face which is framed by the hair that fountains down his back and shoulders. A cascade of midnight black hair with natural crimson highlights within, ending roughly at the bottom of his ribs; from time to time, however, he will put it up into a warrior's ponytail to have it out of the way. Somehow, he's kept is so that the vast majority of his locks are behind his back and are apparently heavy enough that only a fairly stiff gust of air can get them to lift from his back; despite not seeming the type to do so, he takes care of his hair just as much as the rest of his body while washing so as to keep it strong and somewhat tame.
Overall, the best definition of the first glance at the man is “Juggernaut”, with the wide set of his shoulders, his towering height bordering close to seven feet, and the hint of heavy muscle that can be identified through some of his motions and the way his clothing settles across his body. His body structure is very typically male, his shoulders create a V shape with his narrow waist to give him a very broad-backed look. His musculature is very defined and obvious, though not into the realm of grotesque and overly developed, his stomach and calves tend to be the ones showing the most definition on his entire body when revealed and the rest of his musculature is shown properly when being used for intense exertion such as training. All of it stretches his thick, tanned skin across his frame smoothly and very little body hair can be spotted aside from very light hair on his chin that are clear and invisible until close and intent inspection of his face.
Character Behavioral Description:
The man's stoic facial expression is only in part to his natural look, but also in part to his closed personality. He comes across as cold, uncaring, and rigid with how he keeps to himself; rarely socializing for the fun of it, though that is not to say he will walk away from someone that strikes up a conversation. He is quiet, collected, and careful; one could call him 'paranoid' and be close to the mark with his caution and deliberate actions of observation; though that is common with most veteran shinobi. The cold exterior melts away slowly, allowing those that get to know him to see the care he takes is, in part, to not harm another by mistake; he does not understand how to interact with others at times, not having some of the capacity to sympathize with or comprehend emotional states that others experience.
Of course, just like every human out there, there is more than the surface of what he appears to be like; the man has a love of music, as well as a curiosity for creation that borders on obsession. Interested in building small trinkets with chakra crystals that he manages to get his hands on, only to deconstruct them a short time after to tinker with some other artifact he has in mind. He is also a great deal more open with those who are friends rather than just allies or associates; more willing to continue a conversation or even strike one up himself. As a general rule, it does take some time and patience to know him, though this can be said for anyone. In all, he upholds a respectful attitude even to those who are 'below' him either in rank or prowess as well as has a great regard for common courtesy and those who have it.
Even as a patient man, there are some situations that get under his skin and make his blood boil; primarily regarding children for some reason. Even he doesn't know why, but a child or someone who is unable to defend themselves being being assaulted by those stronger brings about rage and ire deep set into his nature that it causes him to act; yet at the same time knocking a student around to teach them combat, or watching such displays does not invoke such wrath.
Character History(Including Core Ability):
As a boy, Ryu's mother was never present in his upbringing for what ever reason; it was as though she were simply a shadow in his memories while his father trained him in the Arts of Taijutsu even before he was intended to go into the Academy. It was rough, initially at five years old he was unable to keep up with the standards expected of him; but as the training continued steadily and increased in demand slowly by the time he was eight years old the young Ryu had made his father proud that his son would bear the Kazehi name to his peers. In terms of physical aptitude, Ryu excelled greatly but in the terms of Ninjutsu and the ability to use hand-seals his excellence wavered and his ability to use Genjutsu was right out; which seemed to be an acceptable loss to his father. "The strength of one is measured in the solidity of their will; if that is indomitable so too is the body and soul" His father would tell him, it was encouraging in a strange way. Young Ryu was not lacking the intelligence to use it but merely the flexibility, his father seemed to sense this and encouraged the boy to get as strong as he could in his own way. That was not to say that his father pushed him to become adaptable, to be able to bend enough so he wouldn't break as he continued his years in the academy, he kept a decent amount to himself but was polite enough to make a few passing friends here and there. Friends was not where the youth's mind seemed to be though, as he continued to grow and his training didn't stop even after hours of the Academy he became more stressed that he wasn't meeting the expectations his father seemed to have of him. "You can always do better son, it's simply a matter of effort and consistency." The boy misconceived the understand his mentor, his guiding figure, his inspiration's words were cleaving blows to his confidence until one day he became ill enough that he missed several days of school.
Stalwart App
During this time, he had lucid dreams of a strange sort; that he was running down a corridor without windows and doors sealed with mortar; his father's words chased him the entire way. "A man's pride is that of his family and those he cares for, he who upholds something greater than himself attains the height and breadth of a mountain and the depth of the ocean." and "Your shoulders and back are the most important as a man, for they will bear the burdens of your friends and family; the width of the shoulders to carry it all, and the strength of back to uphold the expectations." The more he dreamed and ran the more the words tormented his mind, not understanding what his father meant. Every so often, his eyes would pierce reality to see a blurred, softened face only for a moment before they faded into the dreary corridor of his dreams. Nearly a week passed and Ryu came out of his tormented sleep to see his father sitting calmly over him, smiling through his thick beard down at his son. "There you are, it seems your mother's spirit cradled you close enough to bring you through." As his father helped nurse him back to health, the man explained just why his mother was never present. "When you were born, your mother revealed that she had an illness; seemingly passed through the lines that would kill if not watched. The nature of it, it struck at the body's control center, searing the nerves and shutting down a weak body; but those who survived and passed through the 'Unending Corridor' would be the strongest bodied in the family, the most able to carry on the name." Sorrow and his son's thirst brought a pause to the story, and once his parched throat was slaked the boy faded into weary delirium of lucid sleep once more. Unknown to his father, the boy's mind had only paused on the journey through this corridor, the illness had only abated long enough but armed with his father's confidence and understanding of his mother's absence; he had to make them proud, the boy was determined to pull through.
He no longer ran away from the words he had once feared and despised. "Don't place your faith in your abilities and strength alone, but place it with your loved ones so that you will go unbroken by the burdens of life." and "Seek to test your mettle against the greatest of all, not the men and women, but Nature herself. Her rewards are worth more than the glory given by your fellows." As he continued down the corridor, he sought escape at the doors sealed shut but could not break through them. Having no choice but to carry on with his father's teachings, all the words he'd said while raising and training Ryu were the only company he had in this twisted hall. It felt like eternity, fading in and out of consciousness, he seemingly made it to the end of that never ending hallway but the door was sealed shut just like all the others as if to mock his effort to arrive there. Ryu slammed himself against the door, yet it would not budge. He pulled at it, hoping to pry it open, yet it would not budge. He tore at the mortar till his finger bled, yet still it did not budge. As he leaned against the door, feeling the futility of his efforts and the chilling knowledge that he would die; one last pearl of wisdom came to him though not in his father's voice. "The strong survive, but it is the indomitable that truly live." The voice was one he knew, not from personal experience but from a memory so deep and buried that he couldn't recall where it came from. It was his mother's voice.
The indomitable truly live. Ryu stared at the door for moments more before starting to slam into it with as much force as he could, feeling the cold and tired weight of failure and despair press down upon him as he did. The weight bore down, threatening to drag him to his knees; struggling to stand as well as battering the door in wore him out, brought him an entirely new level of exhaustion but he fought onward. Slowly, as though years had passed while he struggled against the door, cracks began to show. The youth dug his fingers into the crack, alternating tying to dig his way through the door and forcing his entire body through; fighting onward despite the exhaustion, the urge to lay down and sleep was intense. He wanted nothing more than to sit down, lean against the wall off to the side of the door and sleep his exhaustion away, let his worries simply fade into the background of sleep, deep and restful. He fought instead, hammering his body against the door for all he was worth and began to tear chunks out of the door with his bloodied fingers. Tasting victory, he stepped away from the door to observe his work for just a moment before charging forward with all his might and bowling into the door with his shoulder.
It gave way, caving beneath his body and will. He stumbled on the other side and rolled to a stop on his back, staring up at the dark ceiling in his room with a throbbing head. Lifting a shaking hand, the boy touched his forehead and winced at the clammy feeling; pushing himself out of his bed unsteadily with a groan of displeasure...only to see his body still lying there looking fitful in sleep with his father looking haggard but watchful, never looking up or away from the Ryu laying in the bed. The surreal feeling of this experience confused him, but as he looked away and to the door that he had burst through he could see the hall with a woman standing in the hall with so many others behind her. "You have done well, my dear son. A door for each to come to rest. An obstacle that drags them down and tests their resolve to continue on. You who have breached the cursed hall, take your indomitable resolve further on." They all turned and filed away, some walking far out of sight down the hall while others simply leaned against nearer doors and closed their eyes only to slump down against it and fade away. His mother was the last of such to do so, giving him one last sad glance as she leaned her shoulder against the door nearest to the one he broke through and weakly slid to her knees. "I'm sorry that I wasn't strong enough. I'm so, so very sorry." Her eyes welled up with tears; these were her last moments in the struggle just like his before she collapsed completely and faded away, leaving the hall empty and devoid of life once more.
Closing his eyes to take a breath, he suddenly jolted and looked around confused; he was lying on his back once again, but his movements were sluggish and he felt exhausted, the weight of the blankets on him bearing into his chest and threatening to crush him. The boy's throat was dry and tight, leaving his voice a rasping croak as he called out to his father; the man was across the room immediately, holding his son gently but tightly. "I thought I had lost you as well, my boy." Ryu felt his father's arms quivering slightly around him and weakly wrapped his own arms around the man to return the embrace. "The indomitable truly live." Ryu managed to croak out quietly before his need for water caused him to cough and choke. Although the lucid dreams were starting to fade away, and he couldn't remember quite what he was dreaming about; the boy felt as though he had done something his mother would have been proud of him for. End Stalwart App
Yet as the years marched ever onward, the week that he spent out of the Academy faded away quickly into the tumult of life. His father trained him harder, pushed him further, and in the classes that required endurance or physical efforts he excelled in; passing his ninjutsu skill classes within acceptable margins as well and thankfully the Academy did not dock him anything but rank in Genjutsu. Not at the top of his class, but his teachers could not deny the admirable efforts he put forward to continue with anything even with genjutsu and how miserably he failed at it. Graduating to Genin feeling confident and proud, Ryu made admirable efforts to learn more but his father shared some wisdom with him before he became frustrated with his dwindling results. "You learn more of yourself and your art as you help to teach others." With this in mind, Ryu divided up his time between his own training and helping students train; one such girl that pushed herself to the limits and continued to train hard, not unlike him. Though he didn't know her name, it wasn't important at the time; they trained hard and parted for Ryu to help others once she had a handle on what she was doing.
Of course, the graduation day for that particular class was cut short by a disaster; but Ryu hadn't been present for that. (Referencing Kuroyuki's Backstory bits here, talked to her about it; assuming her approval will be required.) And the class was lost, including the girl he'd help train so hard; he found this out later and it was a bit painful, left him bitter and resentful that there was nothing he could have even done had he been there. From time to time, he visited the girl's parents, introducing himself as a friend that knew her during the time she was training at the academy, visiting her shrine and burning her face into his mind for months upon months...until his life as a shinobi swept them away into the back of his mind. Missions, training, and caring for his father who's health had begun to decline.
Ryu was in his late teens when he made Chuunin, showing his exemplary resolve in the exams and his indomitable spirit to take on the tests demanded of him. Though it was likely an imperfect performance that got him through, he felt proud of himself and attended to his duties, helping teach students and Genin on a regular basis while he wasn't doing missions for the village or attending his father. Tragedy struck years down the road while Ryu was in his twenties, his father's health had degraded enough and the man's body gave out finally. On his death bed, the man smiled up at his son, simply clasped a weak hand around his son's and nodded his approval one last time before closing his eyes with that smile on his face. It was the first time that he had cried in grief since he had been a boy, his cries of emotional agony bordered on battle shouts and he beat himself into exhaustion with training, attempting to bury the pain in something more tangible that could be treated with a salve or rest. In the end, he was found by a couple people with most of his muscle tissue torn and fatigued, barely able to breath without shivering in pain from not just his wracked body.
In time, he recovered, but not wholly. He withdrew from others, became even quieter and stoic never letting his emotion slip out of control again; not wanting to disgrace his father with childish tantrums. Instead of mulling and dwelling, he set his mind to work tinkering; gathering chakra crystals and making small little artifacts that amused him for a time before the man dismantled them for parts to something else he decided to put together. Eventually, through the same effort and show of skill the man made it to the rank of Jounin in his late twenties then spent a vast majority of his time training while not doing missions; his life as a shinobi all but consumed him; there was little time for else. It took a toll on him with his inter-personal relation skills; not quite as skilled at communication with 'small talk' or 'idle conversation' that others seemed interested in and kept himself removed to prevent conflicts that would arise with those who couldn't really get along with his personality. Every so often, the man takes time to visit students and observe them training, watch to see who has potential to go far or those who will require extra teaching to make it up the rungs. During those moments, he remembered and missed his father, but they were only slight pangs of discomfort upon a quickly jading heart. The strong survive, but the indomitable truly live. Ryu admitted it, he was only surviving.
Jinchuuriki Application
To BE DONE!
Retirement thread: http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=367&t=16860
Profile thread: http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=59&t=7269
Training thread: Never made one
FAQ thread: http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=442&t=7278
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Current Usergroups: Sand
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Previous Character's Stats:
Agility: 600
Stamina: 600
Ninjutsu: 600
Taijutsu: 600
Genjutsu: 600
Chakra Control: 600
154 capped points
Rebirthed Stats:
Agility: 600
Stamina: 600
Ninjutsu: 600
Taijutsu: 600
Genjutsu: 600
Chakra Control: 600
154 capped points
Current Mastered Jutsu (with spoilers to neaten up)
Jutsu
Fire (Major)
Fireball (Mastered)
Dragon Fire (Mastered)
Searing Eruption (Mastered)
Scalding Ash Cloud (Mastered)
Heat Wave (Mastered)
Spontaneous Combustion (Mastered)
Dragon Fire (Mastered)
Searing Eruption (Mastered)
Scalding Ash Cloud (Mastered)
Heat Wave (Mastered)
Spontaneous Combustion (Mastered)
Lightning (Major)
Electrocution (Mastered)
Zeus Flash (Mastered)
Lightning Torrent (Mastered)
Thunderstruk (Mastered)
Gigavolt Cannon (Mastered)
Lightning Beast (Mastered)
Amp Field (Mastered)
Raijin's Vengeance
Zeus Flash (Mastered)
Lightning Torrent (Mastered)
Thunderstruk (Mastered)
Gigavolt Cannon (Mastered)
Lightning Beast (Mastered)
Amp Field (Mastered)
Raijin's Vengeance
Plasma (Minor)
Ionic Laser (Mastered)
Deadly Burn (Mastered)
Plasma Lamp (Mastered)
Ionic Borealis (Mastered)
Hyper Beam (Mastered)
Solar Winds (Mastered)
Nebula Shine (Mastered)
Supernova (Mastered)
Plasma Generation (Mastered)
Atmospheric Pressure (Mastered)
Deadly Burn (Mastered)
Plasma Lamp (Mastered)
Ionic Borealis (Mastered)
Hyper Beam (Mastered)
Solar Winds (Mastered)
Nebula Shine (Mastered)
Supernova (Mastered)
Plasma Generation (Mastered)
Atmospheric Pressure (Mastered)
Water (Minor)
Aqua Fang (Mastered)
Water Whip (Mastered)
Grand Waterfall (Mastered)
Impaling Hydro Jet (Mastered)
Torential Vortex (Mastered)
Hydro Tidal Shockwave(Mastered)
Water Shark Bomb (Mastered)
Water Dragon Bullet (Mastered)
Water Whip (Mastered)
Grand Waterfall (Mastered)
Impaling Hydro Jet (Mastered)
Torential Vortex (Mastered)
Hydro Tidal Shockwave(Mastered)
Water Shark Bomb (Mastered)
Water Dragon Bullet (Mastered)
Shadow (Minor)
Black Eruption (Mastered)
Midnight Strike (Mastered)
Specter Shade (Mastered)
Dark Displacement (Mastered)
Underworld Prison (Mastered)
Shadow Punishment (Mastered)
Black Moon Fang (Mastered) Ebony Nightmare (Mastered)
Shadow Summoning (Mastered)
Darkness Falls (Mastered)
Absolute Void (Mastered)
Midnight Strike (Mastered)
Specter Shade (Mastered)
Dark Displacement (Mastered)
Underworld Prison (Mastered)
Shadow Punishment (Mastered)
Black Moon Fang (Mastered) Ebony Nightmare (Mastered)
Shadow Summoning (Mastered)
Darkness Falls (Mastered)
Absolute Void (Mastered)
Wind
Wind Slash (Mastered)
Pressure Burst (Mastered)
Whirlwind Spin (Mastered)
Air Bullet (Mastered)
Wind Scythe (Mastered)
Tempest (Mastered)
Pressure Burst (Mastered)
Whirlwind Spin (Mastered)
Air Bullet (Mastered)
Wind Scythe (Mastered)
Tempest (Mastered)
Non Element
E Rank
Transformation (Mastered )
Body Switch (Mastered)
D Rank
Cancel (Mastered)
Crystal Eye (Mastered)
C Rank
Stunt Double (Mastered)
Transformation (Mastered )
Body Switch (Mastered)
D Rank
Cancel (Mastered)
Crystal Eye (Mastered)
C Rank
Stunt Double (Mastered)
Mastered Jutsu Swap:
To BE DONE!
D-Rank Minor Elment pick: Fire
Becomes Major at C
C-Rank Minor Elment pick: Non-Element
Becomes major mastering HALF non-Elemental
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Name of any Contract you currently own: None
Name of any Cursed Seals you currently own: None
Name of Kinjutsu you own: None~
