Name: Dokuro Shiki.
Age: Twelve.
Gender: Male.
Physical Description:
Dokuro Shiki is a young male, in his later preadolescence. At twelve years old he stands at one hundred sixty two and a half centimeters tall, weighing in at about fifty five kilograms. He is rather thin, but not very. Over his bone and flesh is a weak overtone of muscle. His face is gentle in appearance, some would say almost feminine. Other than that, his expression is usually blank an devoid of any emotion. Unlike the majority of his fellow Kaguya ichizoku, he no longer bears the two red dots on his forehead. He has longer than average snow white hair, falling just above his shoulders. He tends to keep it rather unkept, the edges frayed and randomly sticking out. More often than not however, he will keep his bangs swept off to the right side of his face. His eyes are somniferous and almond shaped, his iris a soft yellow in color; like a dim sun eclipsed by the blacks of his pupils. His skin is mainly smooth, though lightly blemished as he goes through puberty. His attire consists mainly of a pale blue hooded jacket with a zipper running down the middle. On the right shoulder is the design of a cloud, as well as the bottom left. Usually, Shiki will wear a grey vest over this jacket, somewhere in the direct middle of the color spectrum between black and white with a plain black shirt beneath the jacket. Over his legs are a pair of black, slim fit sweat pants that compliment his frame rather well. On his feet are a pair of thick black boots, in which his pants are tucked into. On his legs, and above each of his boots are weights that are four and a half kilograms each, not included in the fifty five kilograms in which he weighs.
Mental Description: To say Shiki is boring would be an understatement. As his dull face would suggest, he rarely shows expresses his emotions. He is a nihilist, quiet and reclusive, most typically only speaking when spoken to. He can't seem to find the point in most things, finding it pointless in the long run as we'll all be dust and bones. The only emotions he generally expresses are content, boredom, and fatigue; believing any more to be excessive. Contrary to what one would believe, he does not find obnoxious or loud people all too annoying. Instead, he would rather live and let be, as long as they aren't directing to him personally. He strongly lacks empathy, but he strongly attempts to change his ways for those closest to him. He would very much like to be happier and more upbeat after the events that had transpired. It's hard to catch his full attention or interest, as when in conversation he will usually zone out, his conversational partner's words falling upon deaf ears. His eyes are attracted to movement, however. If one would study close enough, his eyes almost always follow the object that has the quickest motion even if his mind does not. Going through adolescence, it would be a lie to say he didn't have angst every now and then. He constantly struggles with his violent tendencies, something he curses his blood for. In combat he likes to be precise and calculating, though when he loses control for whatever reason, his blood line really shows as he will become brutal and savage, almost feral. He truly is a product of his upbringing, but not in the way his family had intended. One of two things will decide his fate, but the question is... which is it? Nature, or nurture?
History: It was a cold, dark night on July 13th when Shiki was born. He was born into the warmongering and fierce Kaguya ichizoku on the ouskirts of Kumogakure no Sato. Like all in his family he was raised to be a warrior, nothing more than an instrument for violence and chaos. Many of his Kaguya relatives would fight to the death simply for fun, and when outnumbered in war would fight until they had died, knowing the outcome, simply for the pleasure of fighting. As he grew through his childhood, his parents were very strict on him. He had to constantly practice his taijutsu and reflexes. His father had constantly abused him, a sort of training, to help him with his reaction time and to get used to feeling excessive amounts of pain. He didn't do it out of hate, or cruelty, he wasn't a bad father. He was simply doing what he thought was best for his son. The mother though, she could care less what happened. When she wasn't busy with her alcohol consumption, she would be out with all sorts of men of the local towns. As he continued to grow, he was trained more and more. For some time he enjoyed it, he wanted to be a powerful warrior like his father. He was inspired by him to be the greatest fighter he could be and his blood filled him with pride. Closing in on his adolescence though, he would often speak to the children of a nearby ninja academy. They would tell storied of how the men in their village could utilize ninjutsu into various elements. The very idea astounding Shiki, and filled him with hope that one day he could learn to do such things. Day after day he would sneak out and talk to the local children to learn what more he could of this ninjutsu, though he could do none of it himself. In fact, when speaking to his father upon enlisting in the academy he was scolded and berated. The patriarch would tell him how ninjutsu was for cowards, boys he wouldn't learn to fight for themselves and by themselves. A few years passed before Shiki reached the age of twelve, when his initiation into manhood he would take place in the following weeks. His family had brought up a plan to attack a small village, the furthest one from Kumogakure that there was. It wasn't much of a plan, really. It was more of a "run up and attack things until they die" type of plan. He eagerly accepted this as his rite into manhood to impress his father. As they approached the small village, his father dug his fingers into his arm and pulled out a long, pointed bone. He gave his son the spear as his first true weapon. After receiving his weapon, they charged in and began the attack. As they massacred the villagers, before Shiki had gotten the chance to take one of their lives himself, he noticed something. These children's faces, they were familiar. This village held the kids he would sneak out to talk to. He didn't want to hurt them, they had done nothing to them. But that didn't stop the small band of Kaguya warriors around him to continue their slaughter. He stood in the center, unsure of what to do. He saw members of his family fall before him, but at the same time, he saw the closest things he had to friends fall as well. He screamed, pleading for them to stop, but they did not listen. It was then that he realized how savage this way of life was. How terrible it was for all of those involved. It was then he decided he no longer wanted to be part of this, so he ran. He ran away as far as his legs would take him. He heard his father swearing at him, off in the distance to return or face the consequences. He couldn't give chase however, as when Shiki turned his head back he saw his father get stabbed in the back. It didn't kill him, only stunned him and brought his attention back to the fight. He set off to the Kumogakure ninja academy to learn the ninjutsu that he was so fondly told about, partially to honor the lives of those lost as well. Shiki decided to wipe the markings off of his forehead and change his surname from Kaguya to Dokuro. He no longer wanted to be affiliated with those animals, but he kept the name similar out of respect for the ones that gave him a home all his life. He decided he would never go back, his heart have become too poisoned with hatred and fear. After a couple days of running and hunting small animals with his spear, he heard some yelling. He climbed up a tree to get a lay of the land and to see where it was coming from. Hopping from branch to branch, he saw a young boy and girl, roughly close to his age, but he also saw they would be gored by a rabid boar. He pulled the spear out of the sling on his back, and with his other hand snapped a vine from the tree. Using the vine, he swung down as the boar charged. Just before it made contact with the young girl, not even a moment before his feet touched the ground he had positioned the spear to slide into the boar's neck, killing it almost instantly. After presumably saving the life of the two he found, they sat and chat for a short while. This was the first human contact he'd had in days, and the first civilized human contact in an even longer period. He told them the tales of the ninja academy up in Kumogakure that the others had told him about, and how he had planned to travel there to enroll. The other two seemed fond of the idea, having lost their home as well. So they decided to travel there together, to try and better the lives that had crumbled.
Age: Twelve.
Gender: Male.
Physical Description:
Mental Description: To say Shiki is boring would be an understatement. As his dull face would suggest, he rarely shows expresses his emotions. He is a nihilist, quiet and reclusive, most typically only speaking when spoken to. He can't seem to find the point in most things, finding it pointless in the long run as we'll all be dust and bones. The only emotions he generally expresses are content, boredom, and fatigue; believing any more to be excessive. Contrary to what one would believe, he does not find obnoxious or loud people all too annoying. Instead, he would rather live and let be, as long as they aren't directing to him personally. He strongly lacks empathy, but he strongly attempts to change his ways for those closest to him. He would very much like to be happier and more upbeat after the events that had transpired. It's hard to catch his full attention or interest, as when in conversation he will usually zone out, his conversational partner's words falling upon deaf ears. His eyes are attracted to movement, however. If one would study close enough, his eyes almost always follow the object that has the quickest motion even if his mind does not. Going through adolescence, it would be a lie to say he didn't have angst every now and then. He constantly struggles with his violent tendencies, something he curses his blood for. In combat he likes to be precise and calculating, though when he loses control for whatever reason, his blood line really shows as he will become brutal and savage, almost feral. He truly is a product of his upbringing, but not in the way his family had intended. One of two things will decide his fate, but the question is... which is it? Nature, or nurture?
History: It was a cold, dark night on July 13th when Shiki was born. He was born into the warmongering and fierce Kaguya ichizoku on the ouskirts of Kumogakure no Sato. Like all in his family he was raised to be a warrior, nothing more than an instrument for violence and chaos. Many of his Kaguya relatives would fight to the death simply for fun, and when outnumbered in war would fight until they had died, knowing the outcome, simply for the pleasure of fighting. As he grew through his childhood, his parents were very strict on him. He had to constantly practice his taijutsu and reflexes. His father had constantly abused him, a sort of training, to help him with his reaction time and to get used to feeling excessive amounts of pain. He didn't do it out of hate, or cruelty, he wasn't a bad father. He was simply doing what he thought was best for his son. The mother though, she could care less what happened. When she wasn't busy with her alcohol consumption, she would be out with all sorts of men of the local towns. As he continued to grow, he was trained more and more. For some time he enjoyed it, he wanted to be a powerful warrior like his father. He was inspired by him to be the greatest fighter he could be and his blood filled him with pride. Closing in on his adolescence though, he would often speak to the children of a nearby ninja academy. They would tell storied of how the men in their village could utilize ninjutsu into various elements. The very idea astounding Shiki, and filled him with hope that one day he could learn to do such things. Day after day he would sneak out and talk to the local children to learn what more he could of this ninjutsu, though he could do none of it himself. In fact, when speaking to his father upon enlisting in the academy he was scolded and berated. The patriarch would tell him how ninjutsu was for cowards, boys he wouldn't learn to fight for themselves and by themselves. A few years passed before Shiki reached the age of twelve, when his initiation into manhood he would take place in the following weeks. His family had brought up a plan to attack a small village, the furthest one from Kumogakure that there was. It wasn't much of a plan, really. It was more of a "run up and attack things until they die" type of plan. He eagerly accepted this as his rite into manhood to impress his father. As they approached the small village, his father dug his fingers into his arm and pulled out a long, pointed bone. He gave his son the spear as his first true weapon. After receiving his weapon, they charged in and began the attack. As they massacred the villagers, before Shiki had gotten the chance to take one of their lives himself, he noticed something. These children's faces, they were familiar. This village held the kids he would sneak out to talk to. He didn't want to hurt them, they had done nothing to them. But that didn't stop the small band of Kaguya warriors around him to continue their slaughter. He stood in the center, unsure of what to do. He saw members of his family fall before him, but at the same time, he saw the closest things he had to friends fall as well. He screamed, pleading for them to stop, but they did not listen. It was then that he realized how savage this way of life was. How terrible it was for all of those involved. It was then he decided he no longer wanted to be part of this, so he ran. He ran away as far as his legs would take him. He heard his father swearing at him, off in the distance to return or face the consequences. He couldn't give chase however, as when Shiki turned his head back he saw his father get stabbed in the back. It didn't kill him, only stunned him and brought his attention back to the fight. He set off to the Kumogakure ninja academy to learn the ninjutsu that he was so fondly told about, partially to honor the lives of those lost as well. Shiki decided to wipe the markings off of his forehead and change his surname from Kaguya to Dokuro. He no longer wanted to be affiliated with those animals, but he kept the name similar out of respect for the ones that gave him a home all his life. He decided he would never go back, his heart have become too poisoned with hatred and fear. After a couple days of running and hunting small animals with his spear, he heard some yelling. He climbed up a tree to get a lay of the land and to see where it was coming from. Hopping from branch to branch, he saw a young boy and girl, roughly close to his age, but he also saw they would be gored by a rabid boar. He pulled the spear out of the sling on his back, and with his other hand snapped a vine from the tree. Using the vine, he swung down as the boar charged. Just before it made contact with the young girl, not even a moment before his feet touched the ground he had positioned the spear to slide into the boar's neck, killing it almost instantly. After presumably saving the life of the two he found, they sat and chat for a short while. This was the first human contact he'd had in days, and the first civilized human contact in an even longer period. He told them the tales of the ninja academy up in Kumogakure that the others had told him about, and how he had planned to travel there to enroll. The other two seemed fond of the idea, having lost their home as well. So they decided to travel there together, to try and better the lives that had crumbled.
