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Rank Academy Student
Age 17
Gender Male
General Description
History
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Hayashi Masahiko
Rank Academy Student
Age 17
Gender Male
General Description
Masahiko is noticeably tall at six feet and seven inches, wielding a lanky figure that lacks much muscle. Long and flowing violet-hued locks frame a handsome face so touched with feminity that he appears almost androgynous. His slanted eyes are often lightly lined in black, the dark color providing a warm contrast to his pale gold eyes. Elaborately circling his arms and hands are a multitude of flower-inspired tattoos, the intricate body art symbolizing the good-natured teen's love and fascination with nature.
His choice of clothing most often consists of light silks and clothes accentuated by golden accessories and other jeweled articles. The pale and soft colors are an almost direct reflection of his personality; that is, the young man bears a calm and quieting demeanor that borders on lazy. His face is prone to half-smiles and half-lidded expressions of serenity, almost as if he mentally retreats to some distant utopia throughout his day. A technical pacifist, he's a very empathic individual, often to the point that he'll ignore his own feelings and emotions for another's. Though an often calm, almost serene teenager, Masahiko is known to go into fits of rage when he feels he's been too insulted. And don't talk about his mother.
His choice of clothing most often consists of light silks and clothes accentuated by golden accessories and other jeweled articles. The pale and soft colors are an almost direct reflection of his personality; that is, the young man bears a calm and quieting demeanor that borders on lazy. His face is prone to half-smiles and half-lidded expressions of serenity, almost as if he mentally retreats to some distant utopia throughout his day. A technical pacifist, he's a very empathic individual, often to the point that he'll ignore his own feelings and emotions for another's. Though an often calm, almost serene teenager, Masahiko is known to go into fits of rage when he feels he's been too insulted. And don't talk about his mother.
History
The son of two civilians, neither Masahiko nor his parents ever expected the boy to become a shinobi. In fact, it seemed to be destined that he'd enter a medical profession when he was old enough, as he always seemed to be helping and healing random animals and people he encountered. He never fought the popular opinion; furthermore, he embraced it, throwing himself into his studies with a gusto that rivaled the eagerness of his shinobi peers. It seemed his future was set as a doctor......
Until a single fateful day set a cliche series of events in motion. It was much like any other day in the forest for the nearly-adult Masahiko, who often brought his textbooks to a certain location to study. He was simply walking to a familiar spot in the clearing when he noticed a young Academy student practicing in the middle. Instead of calling out to him, he simply rounded his path, giving the practicing shinobi a wide berth so as to not be horribly maimed beyond recognition. The boy, unaware of Masahiko's presence, entered into a series of Fire Ninjutsu attacks. His inexperience was obvious in his uncoordinated and somehow dramatic movements, and especially in his lack of control. A single spout of red fire flew right towards Masahiko, who knew little about combating or protecting himself from Jutsu of any sort.
Instinctively, he raised his arms to shield himself, the movement fueled by a desperate will to survive. The fight-or-flight response spurred something within him, something he'd never been able to reach yet the shinobi student was just learning about. A thick wall of cherry wood burst from the ground in front of Masahiko, the chakra-enhanced barrier stopping the fiery attack in entirety, yet draining Masahiko into unconsciousness.
While the young shinobi in training lacked absolute control, he still had some amount of skill in conserving chakra as he performed Jutsu.... A skill Masahiko lacked entirely. The one barrier, while impressive in its own right, had drained him to the brink of death. The hospital he volunteered so freely at had admitted him once the young student managed to drag him to help.
It wasn't until two days later that Masahiko woke up, claiming to feel as good as ever, albeit still a bit exhausted. His parents, once so sure of his future, were more nervous around their son than they had ever been. And in truth, Masahiko was just as nervous; despite having little experience dealing with the various Jutsus, he knew the basics, as any person would. He watched, slowly becoming more and more tired, as he forced a tiny cherry blossom tree to bloom within the palm of his hand. It was small enough to be little more than a desktop decoration, but it was Wood Release, a type that many never mastered. The thought brought a smile to his face.
Of course, the 'authorities' (he wasn't sure what to call them) were alerted to this new development near immediately, and before he knew it, he was an Academy Student, to be taught to control and use his newfound abilities to serve the village in any way possible, despite his unease with violence.
Despite disliking violence, Masahiko's adaptive mind was quick to embrace the fact that he wouldn't be a doctor, as he always hoped, and he's since ditched his medical books for Jutsu scrolls and his pens for kunai (though, he's already gathered a few accidental cuts on his hands).
Until a single fateful day set a cliche series of events in motion. It was much like any other day in the forest for the nearly-adult Masahiko, who often brought his textbooks to a certain location to study. He was simply walking to a familiar spot in the clearing when he noticed a young Academy student practicing in the middle. Instead of calling out to him, he simply rounded his path, giving the practicing shinobi a wide berth so as to not be horribly maimed beyond recognition. The boy, unaware of Masahiko's presence, entered into a series of Fire Ninjutsu attacks. His inexperience was obvious in his uncoordinated and somehow dramatic movements, and especially in his lack of control. A single spout of red fire flew right towards Masahiko, who knew little about combating or protecting himself from Jutsu of any sort.
Instinctively, he raised his arms to shield himself, the movement fueled by a desperate will to survive. The fight-or-flight response spurred something within him, something he'd never been able to reach yet the shinobi student was just learning about. A thick wall of cherry wood burst from the ground in front of Masahiko, the chakra-enhanced barrier stopping the fiery attack in entirety, yet draining Masahiko into unconsciousness.
While the young shinobi in training lacked absolute control, he still had some amount of skill in conserving chakra as he performed Jutsu.... A skill Masahiko lacked entirely. The one barrier, while impressive in its own right, had drained him to the brink of death. The hospital he volunteered so freely at had admitted him once the young student managed to drag him to help.
It wasn't until two days later that Masahiko woke up, claiming to feel as good as ever, albeit still a bit exhausted. His parents, once so sure of his future, were more nervous around their son than they had ever been. And in truth, Masahiko was just as nervous; despite having little experience dealing with the various Jutsus, he knew the basics, as any person would. He watched, slowly becoming more and more tired, as he forced a tiny cherry blossom tree to bloom within the palm of his hand. It was small enough to be little more than a desktop decoration, but it was Wood Release, a type that many never mastered. The thought brought a smile to his face.
Of course, the 'authorities' (he wasn't sure what to call them) were alerted to this new development near immediately, and before he knew it, he was an Academy Student, to be taught to control and use his newfound abilities to serve the village in any way possible, despite his unease with violence.
Despite disliking violence, Masahiko's adaptive mind was quick to embrace the fact that he wouldn't be a doctor, as he always hoped, and he's since ditched his medical books for Jutsu scrolls and his pens for kunai (though, he's already gathered a few accidental cuts on his hands).
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