Name: Gantetsu
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Sex: Male
Rank: Genin
General Description:
Physical:
Personality:
WC for personality and physical: 582
History:
Did I do okay?
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Sex: Male
Rank: Genin
General Description:
Physical:
Gantetsu is around 5’5ft and weighs close to 140 lbs. He has an unkempt salt and pepper afro, a small diagonal scar stretching from his upper right temple to his lower left chin. He has peach fuzz on his face and his voice had deepened. He has a tattoo of a sigil on his sternum and the tattoo “Smoke & Ash!” with one character on each one of his fingers just above his knuckles. These tattoos are hidden under bandages which he wears from his fingers up to his elbows. He wears black framed prescription glasses. Due to his future affinity for fire and earth jutsu, Gantetsu has a stranger occurrence of having smoke pour out from his mouth when he speaks and covers his face briefly, as if he smokes constantly.
Clothing: The robes were grey with a red interior, maintaining an open collared torso and a grey shirt beneath. The shoulders continued to each display a cross with triquetras and upper body now featured two shoulder belts, with the larger belt continuing its function of holstering a weapon as well as featuring a undisclosed insignia at the front.
The lower part of the robes continued to feature a long layered lower section and the waist featured a golden yellow sash, which was red along the edges and displayed the cloud insignia. The sash was fastened by a belt which once more featured Yggdrasil and held six pouches as well as two holsters on the right hip.
Clothing: The robes were grey with a red interior, maintaining an open collared torso and a grey shirt beneath. The shoulders continued to each display a cross with triquetras and upper body now featured two shoulder belts, with the larger belt continuing its function of holstering a weapon as well as featuring a undisclosed insignia at the front.
The lower part of the robes continued to feature a long layered lower section and the waist featured a golden yellow sash, which was red along the edges and displayed the cloud insignia. The sash was fastened by a belt which once more featured Yggdrasil and held six pouches as well as two holsters on the right hip.
Personality:
Gantetsu is a young man filled with doubt, self loathing, low self esteem, and has bouts of mild depression. He is a pessimistic person by nature, always believing that the worst is yet to come even during the best of times and has very little confidence in his abilities. While his outlook on life is rather bleak at the moment, Gantetsu exhibits a rather inquisitive nature. The idea of working smarter instead of harder resonated with him on the highest level. He’s known to gather information as he believes that its the only way to ensure the best possible outcome in any situation. Though he isn’t a strategist, he has never been one confident enough to simply think on his feet. Therefore, it makes him self better to concoct plan contingency plans in case things go awry, which he often believes will occur. Given the depressingly cold weather, one might say his personality matched rather well.
This young man has never been a social person at heart, but he knows how to interact with others well enough. He tends to internalize his thoughts feels, and emotions rather than just express them. Gantetsu doesn’t want to place an emotional burden on others and doesn’t often ask for help as he doesn’t want to place his trust in others only to be disappointed in the end. This leads to him staring off into space while in deep thought. He is afraid of change simply because it is the unknown and he simply as no control over the unknown. Not knowing certain things makes him feel vulnerable and often leads to him suspecting that others might attempt to take advantage of him. A nature loner, Gantetsu tends to find people and social etiquette to be a bother, but he reluctantly engages in it anyway. He often does the opposite of what he wants to appease others and seem more likeable because while he doesn’t like to be social, he is still looking for a deeper connection of sorts.
This young man has never been a social person at heart, but he knows how to interact with others well enough. He tends to internalize his thoughts feels, and emotions rather than just express them. Gantetsu doesn’t want to place an emotional burden on others and doesn’t often ask for help as he doesn’t want to place his trust in others only to be disappointed in the end. This leads to him staring off into space while in deep thought. He is afraid of change simply because it is the unknown and he simply as no control over the unknown. Not knowing certain things makes him feel vulnerable and often leads to him suspecting that others might attempt to take advantage of him. A nature loner, Gantetsu tends to find people and social etiquette to be a bother, but he reluctantly engages in it anyway. He often does the opposite of what he wants to appease others and seem more likeable because while he doesn’t like to be social, he is still looking for a deeper connection of sorts.
WC for personality and physical: 582
History:
Besides hailing from Port Cirrus in De Cevitate Attonbitus some time during the infamous week of blood, the origins of Gantetsu’s birthing place is unknown to him. Born during the rampage of a kingslayer, Gantetsu’s fate didn’t seem well and his parents were none too pleased. As a toddler, he was raised by his parents, but at the age of three his family was set upon by misfortune and evil intent. Living in a rough part of town within the Port meant being surrounded by smugglers and human traffickers. People with such an ill will for their fellow man that they would happily sell off one of their own if it meant a decent payday. His parent’s coping skills for dealing with such a harsh environment were excessive gambling, drug, and alcohol use. This would go on for an additional five years.
It was only expected that drunken judgement and addiction took over their daily lives. Faster and faster, his parents sunk themselves into debt with the wrong people with empty promises of repaying these godless men until one night when their promises fell on deaf ears. During their final debt collection attempt, the men decided that it’d be better off to kill the addicts, steal or sell whatever wasn’t nailed down in an attempt to cover those losses, and final sell Gantetsu for a decent sum of money to a trader headed for the hidden village. While the smuggler had no map or official record of the village, he had connections to an unscrupulous guide and a purse filled with coins.
The slave trader, unremorseful with the death of a young boy’s parents on his hands, didn’t bother to pass the gates. Instead he made a deal with an unknown member of the C.P.S.S., who recruited every year like clock work. Upon examination and testing, Gantetsu was just barely deemed fit to join the ranks of the academy. He often believed he was accepted only as a slip in the cracks as this occurred shortly after the first public election of the Raikage in the history of the village. The boy’s emotions were beyond bouts of outrage and depression. To this day, he regularly engages in psychotherapy with a medical official. The village did not disappoint him though. Gantetsu went from a broken home influenced heavily by substance abuse and poverty to a roomy single room dormitory until his graduation.
For the first time in his life, he was treated with respect, his inquisitive nature was encouraged by various teachers rather than being squelched by a drunk father. Still, the daily structure of his classes and training were exactly the kind of structural stability he needed in his life. Something constant to help keep him on an somewhat even keel. Besides, no other living arrangements were made due to his lack of guardianship and being sold to the village as their property. From his perspective, he had no choice but to comply. He never bared any ill will towards the village though. The shinobi had managed to do more for me in one year than his parents did his entire life. Nervous and scared were severe understatements, but it was either time for him to adjust to his new reality nor attempt to escape and brave the harsh environment which waited just beyond the village walls.
During his time at the academy, he resolve was only strengthened by the events that took place. The seemingly constant transfer of power from one shinobi to the next every few years. Newspaper headlines giving the latest stories on corruption, failure of duty, and power plays. In the years to follow, Gantetsu would hear about a Raikage being replaced, a council being disbanded, and a sennin being stripped of her rank for failing to defend her raikage during battle. His training was all he had in this world as his family was dead and the village owned him. An ever evolving training regiment would take him from the depths of the ancient forest to the deepest level in the hot springs, from the private records room in the Bibliotheca Conscientiae to the spacious halls of the Vespasian Colosseum. Endurance training for his stamina, meditation for his chakra, leg weights and yoga for his agility, while his ninjutsu, genjutsu, and taijutsu required much more work.
WC: 724
It was only expected that drunken judgement and addiction took over their daily lives. Faster and faster, his parents sunk themselves into debt with the wrong people with empty promises of repaying these godless men until one night when their promises fell on deaf ears. During their final debt collection attempt, the men decided that it’d be better off to kill the addicts, steal or sell whatever wasn’t nailed down in an attempt to cover those losses, and final sell Gantetsu for a decent sum of money to a trader headed for the hidden village. While the smuggler had no map or official record of the village, he had connections to an unscrupulous guide and a purse filled with coins.
The slave trader, unremorseful with the death of a young boy’s parents on his hands, didn’t bother to pass the gates. Instead he made a deal with an unknown member of the C.P.S.S., who recruited every year like clock work. Upon examination and testing, Gantetsu was just barely deemed fit to join the ranks of the academy. He often believed he was accepted only as a slip in the cracks as this occurred shortly after the first public election of the Raikage in the history of the village. The boy’s emotions were beyond bouts of outrage and depression. To this day, he regularly engages in psychotherapy with a medical official. The village did not disappoint him though. Gantetsu went from a broken home influenced heavily by substance abuse and poverty to a roomy single room dormitory until his graduation.
For the first time in his life, he was treated with respect, his inquisitive nature was encouraged by various teachers rather than being squelched by a drunk father. Still, the daily structure of his classes and training were exactly the kind of structural stability he needed in his life. Something constant to help keep him on an somewhat even keel. Besides, no other living arrangements were made due to his lack of guardianship and being sold to the village as their property. From his perspective, he had no choice but to comply. He never bared any ill will towards the village though. The shinobi had managed to do more for me in one year than his parents did his entire life. Nervous and scared were severe understatements, but it was either time for him to adjust to his new reality nor attempt to escape and brave the harsh environment which waited just beyond the village walls.
During his time at the academy, he resolve was only strengthened by the events that took place. The seemingly constant transfer of power from one shinobi to the next every few years. Newspaper headlines giving the latest stories on corruption, failure of duty, and power plays. In the years to follow, Gantetsu would hear about a Raikage being replaced, a council being disbanded, and a sennin being stripped of her rank for failing to defend her raikage during battle. His training was all he had in this world as his family was dead and the village owned him. An ever evolving training regiment would take him from the depths of the ancient forest to the deepest level in the hot springs, from the private records room in the Bibliotheca Conscientiae to the spacious halls of the Vespasian Colosseum. Endurance training for his stamina, meditation for his chakra, leg weights and yoga for his agility, while his ninjutsu, genjutsu, and taijutsu required much more work.
WC: 724
Did I do okay?
