Name: 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.
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.
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.
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.
