Name: Haku Darasu
Age: 12
Gender: Male
General Description: His ancestry stands out in his looks, with fair skin and gentle features. While he has a strength about him that illuminates from his presence, there is also a kindness and soft nature from that same power.
His hair is a snowy white which is odd for his family, but the emerald colored eyes are what was to be expected upon his birth. There is a small scar an inch long on his right jaw line, from a training session gone awry as a child. Darasu's frame is similar to that of the average young teenage shinobi, although his shoulders are a bit broader and he has a toned muscular form due to hours of rigorous training every day. Depending on what his agenda is, he has several different clothing styles that can be seen on him.
History:
Born of a blood not common to this land, Darasu and his family were trusted by Konoha non the less ever since the start. The younger brother of the family Darasu chases after the ambitions that shadow him in the light of his elder brother, constantly giving him stride. His father was a jounin who lacked any kekkei genkai, but mastered most of the techniques that he put his mind to. He had been a very loyal ninja to Konohagakure, and was had been captured and presumably killed by a group of missing nin he had been hunting. This happened when the boys were still in the academy, so they had grown up training along side their father and being instructed in his various styles of ninjutsu. His mother on the other hand, had been a defense specialist born with the ice kekkei genkai , and was a fuuinjutsu genius among her peers. Once she gave birth to Darasu, she settled for a more motherly life and helped her children learn the ways of the shinobi.
Darasu is currently enrolled in the shinobi academy, and is learning the ways of his family before him.
Kekkei Genkai:
"You could run faster you know!" Someone taunted behind him, the sound of branches snapping and leaves being crushed and thrashed as the two moved through the forest.
That voice continued chasing him through the woods, a voice of constant reminding that he was not going to be able to win this race against his older brother. It wasn't even really a race at this point, more like a game of cat and mouse that had been sprung on by their two parents in an effort to train them. It was usually pretty simple; the two would spar throughout an area sectioned off in scenario battles, the first to win three encounters would win. When one of the two boys was defeated, they had to stay where they were for sixty seconds while the other was free to move about and plant traps, scout routes, and generally get an advantage over the user. It was a mix of tag, sparring combat, hide and seek, and tactical planning that their father had designed for the two and hoped to eventually introduce it to the academy.
Poro, their patriatch, was a well known sentient of the village and highly revered fro his tactical thinking and analytical structure of battle. Although he bore no unique kekkei genkai like his wife or eldest son, he had become a well respected man in the village non the less. And he expected the same from his two heirs. Which was half the trouble for Darasu, because he was still a runt and wimp compared to his elder brother chasing him!
Darasu had lost the first two encounters, but some how had gotten the better of his older brother Tenchi in the third encounter by besting him with a combination of taijutsu. The only problem was that sixty seconds was not enough, and before not long the younger of the two Haku brothers was being hunted down by the elder in a turning of the tables.
"Come on! Just give up Darasu!" His brother called through the branches, noticeably closer this time. Ahead, Darasu saw a clearing of branches high above him and his eyes grew wide as he entered that area still sprinting out of instinct. He stopped for a moment and paused where he stood, expecting what was to come next before crouching slightly and leaping off to the left in an unpredictable tactic. Sure enough where he had been, three senbon needles planted themselves into the fine forest floor which had been given a clear shot due to the clearing.
He turned on heel and waited for Tenchi to close he gap between them, seeing the Genin elder soar through the air like an eagle and descend upon him with a right fist cocked back.
Deer in the head lights, was all he could think of. He knew that a hit with that much force would take him down effortlessly, and he did not have time to dodge it and definitely not the agility to counter it. As he brother grew nearer and closer, the younger boy raised up his hands in reflex with eyes shut tight and cried out in the same fury that a cornered wolf would sound.
Suddenly, everything around him felt calmer, cooler, somehow softer. He had just waited for the strike to crash down on his face like a falling log, but for some reason, it never reached him. Slowly opening his eyes, he saw his brother stopped shortly before him, his own brown eyes wide with amazement and the smallest hint of fear.
Somehow, a barrier of frozen spikes had risen all up around Darasu, and a light snow was falling in the area.....
Age: 12
Gender: Male
General Description: His ancestry stands out in his looks, with fair skin and gentle features. While he has a strength about him that illuminates from his presence, there is also a kindness and soft nature from that same power.
His hair is a snowy white which is odd for his family, but the emerald colored eyes are what was to be expected upon his birth. There is a small scar an inch long on his right jaw line, from a training session gone awry as a child. Darasu's frame is similar to that of the average young teenage shinobi, although his shoulders are a bit broader and he has a toned muscular form due to hours of rigorous training every day. Depending on what his agenda is, he has several different clothing styles that can be seen on him.
History:
Born of a blood not common to this land, Darasu and his family were trusted by Konoha non the less ever since the start. The younger brother of the family Darasu chases after the ambitions that shadow him in the light of his elder brother, constantly giving him stride. His father was a jounin who lacked any kekkei genkai, but mastered most of the techniques that he put his mind to. He had been a very loyal ninja to Konohagakure, and was had been captured and presumably killed by a group of missing nin he had been hunting. This happened when the boys were still in the academy, so they had grown up training along side their father and being instructed in his various styles of ninjutsu. His mother on the other hand, had been a defense specialist born with the ice kekkei genkai , and was a fuuinjutsu genius among her peers. Once she gave birth to Darasu, she settled for a more motherly life and helped her children learn the ways of the shinobi.
Darasu is currently enrolled in the shinobi academy, and is learning the ways of his family before him.
Kekkei Genkai:
"You could run faster you know!" Someone taunted behind him, the sound of branches snapping and leaves being crushed and thrashed as the two moved through the forest.
That voice continued chasing him through the woods, a voice of constant reminding that he was not going to be able to win this race against his older brother. It wasn't even really a race at this point, more like a game of cat and mouse that had been sprung on by their two parents in an effort to train them. It was usually pretty simple; the two would spar throughout an area sectioned off in scenario battles, the first to win three encounters would win. When one of the two boys was defeated, they had to stay where they were for sixty seconds while the other was free to move about and plant traps, scout routes, and generally get an advantage over the user. It was a mix of tag, sparring combat, hide and seek, and tactical planning that their father had designed for the two and hoped to eventually introduce it to the academy.
Poro, their patriatch, was a well known sentient of the village and highly revered fro his tactical thinking and analytical structure of battle. Although he bore no unique kekkei genkai like his wife or eldest son, he had become a well respected man in the village non the less. And he expected the same from his two heirs. Which was half the trouble for Darasu, because he was still a runt and wimp compared to his elder brother chasing him!
Darasu had lost the first two encounters, but some how had gotten the better of his older brother Tenchi in the third encounter by besting him with a combination of taijutsu. The only problem was that sixty seconds was not enough, and before not long the younger of the two Haku brothers was being hunted down by the elder in a turning of the tables.
"Come on! Just give up Darasu!" His brother called through the branches, noticeably closer this time. Ahead, Darasu saw a clearing of branches high above him and his eyes grew wide as he entered that area still sprinting out of instinct. He stopped for a moment and paused where he stood, expecting what was to come next before crouching slightly and leaping off to the left in an unpredictable tactic. Sure enough where he had been, three senbon needles planted themselves into the fine forest floor which had been given a clear shot due to the clearing.
He turned on heel and waited for Tenchi to close he gap between them, seeing the Genin elder soar through the air like an eagle and descend upon him with a right fist cocked back.
Deer in the head lights, was all he could think of. He knew that a hit with that much force would take him down effortlessly, and he did not have time to dodge it and definitely not the agility to counter it. As he brother grew nearer and closer, the younger boy raised up his hands in reflex with eyes shut tight and cried out in the same fury that a cornered wolf would sound.
Suddenly, everything around him felt calmer, cooler, somehow softer. He had just waited for the strike to crash down on his face like a falling log, but for some reason, it never reached him. Slowly opening his eyes, he saw his brother stopped shortly before him, his own brown eyes wide with amazement and the smallest hint of fear.
Somehow, a barrier of frozen spikes had risen all up around Darasu, and a light snow was falling in the area.....
