Basic Knowledge:
Birth/Real Name: Hisakawa Saito
Physical Age:16
Height: 5’2”
Weight: 130
Gender: Male
Day of Birth: Aug 2
Village: Sand
Rank: Gennin
Skin tone:
Eyes: Rinnegan
Hair: Black
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Character's Mental Description:
History:
Birth/Real Name: Hisakawa Saito
Physical Age:16
Height: 5’2”
Weight: 130
Gender: Male
Day of Birth: Aug 2
Village: Sand
Rank: Gennin
Skin tone:
Eyes: Rinnegan
Hair: Black
Hands and feet:
Markings/Tattoos:
Other features:
Relationship:
Looks Like:
Physical Description:
Saito stands approx 5’2” weighing 130lbs. He has a face that looks like it was chiseled out of stone, with a square jaw. He has short cropped black hair and his eyes were blue before they were transformed into the Rinnegan.
Character's Mental Description:
Saito is a person that is driven by honor and following his family tradition of stopping those that would raise the dead for their own evil deads.
Takahashi Seras is a self serving narcissist
Takahashi Seras is a self serving narcissist
History:
The Childhood Years:
Saito was born to a small shinobi family. It was a family that never held a position of power nor did they strive to. It was almost as if they worked to stay as unnoticed as possible. It was never spoken about why no one had achieved the rank of Jounin but seemed to be understood that you were not supposed to. Saito struggled to make it through the academy not having a bloodline or any special abilities to compete with the other students. To make up for this he strove to push his swordsmanship to a level of perfection. He could perform ninjutsu and genjutsu but he loved his swordsmanship. His test to gennin was a test that sent his class into the desert and sent to retrieve a stolen item. The group was able to quickly able to find the thief and Saito was able to convince the group to not simply execute him but instead give him a chance to defend himself. It didn’t help the thief but Saito felt that at least it did not make the murderers.
After reaching Gennin:
Saito sat at the fire staring into the crackling flames. It was a yearly tradition for him and his father to come out to the desert and spend a few days away from the village. It was peaceful, a luxury that most Shinobi did not get so he relished every opportunity he could take. He had recently graduated from the academy and this was the first time he had a chance to spend some time with his father since being named a genin.
The sun was starting to dip below the horizon and he was starting to worry his father had not showed up yet. He had faith that his father could handle himself in the desert, and as such he did not leave the camp to look for him but it did leave him with his head swiveling around to see him.
It was fortunate that was the case because he saw several figures shambling towards him. With the fire at his back he drew his sword and called out to them.
“Hello there, can I help you?”
There was no answer they simply continued to shble towards him, though when he looked closer he saw that there were more than he originally suspected.
He waited patiently for the figures to get closer. This was not like some of the other villages that he could hide in the trees, here he only had the open desert and had to make his stand if they were hostile.
In no time the figures, and they were quite a few almost enough to be called a horde arrived at Saito. They were a mess, wounds all over their bodies, limbs hanging at unnatural angles. Their eyes held no intelligence but they did seem to have a hunger for Saito.
Without waiting Saito exploded into action, moving with the speed and precision that his father and the academy had drilled into him. His sword moved as an extension of himself, slicing body parts off the shambling horde, though they did not slow down nor stop coming.
Saito tried to remove their heads from their bodies, but while it did slow them down even more it did not stop them from coming.
Then the unthinkable happened, he managed to hit one of the horde at just the wrong angle and his sword broke. He tried to backpedal while still using his broken sword to try and cut an opening for himself. The broken sword was not doing him much good though. The balance and weight was so far off that it was starting to become more of a hindrance for him.
Just as he was about to throw his sword at the nearest shambling creature his foot hit something. Taking a quick glance down he saw that it was a sword, in fact it was his father's sword. Not taking the time to question why it was there he dropped his broken sword and picked up his father's sword. As his hands wrapped around the handle he could feel something shift. An acceptance coming from the sword. As he cut with it he realized that there was a white glow that had started to come from him, originating from the sword but enveloping all of him.
It seemed that the right weapon made the difference from these creatures, for as he swung the sword now the creatures did not get up and he was able to make short work of them.
Panting, out of breath he took deep gulps of air as the last of the creatures fell. He looked around to see his father walking towards him.
“Very good my son. You have passed your test”
Confused Saito looked to his father. “What are you talking about Father, what test? And how did your sword end up here?”
His father waved his hand indicating that they should sit by the fire. When Saito offered the sword back to his father he raised hand to stop him. “Our story goes back many generations, as does that sword. We have been given a holy mandate by the goddess of death herself. The problem is the dead do not want to stay in the underworld. They will do whatever they can to claw their way free. It does not help that the dark sages that some shinobi try and become dabble in the necromantic arts. It is our sacred duty to prevent the dead from walking free. Each generation is tested and chosen by the sword to pick up the mantel and fight, and each generation adds a bit of their chakra to the sword making it stronger.”
Saito could only look at sword, a sword that had been given to him as a birthright, and answered in the only way he could think of. “Father, Father i have always looked up to you. If this duty is being passed down to me then honor dictates that I accept with all my heart.” With those words Saito was bathed in a holy light.
His father could only smile at his son instinctually saying the correct words.
The Early Adult Years:
Place your history/story here
Early Adult Life:
Place your history here
The Present:
Enter your present story here
Saito was born to a small shinobi family. It was a family that never held a position of power nor did they strive to. It was almost as if they worked to stay as unnoticed as possible. It was never spoken about why no one had achieved the rank of Jounin but seemed to be understood that you were not supposed to. Saito struggled to make it through the academy not having a bloodline or any special abilities to compete with the other students. To make up for this he strove to push his swordsmanship to a level of perfection. He could perform ninjutsu and genjutsu but he loved his swordsmanship. His test to gennin was a test that sent his class into the desert and sent to retrieve a stolen item. The group was able to quickly able to find the thief and Saito was able to convince the group to not simply execute him but instead give him a chance to defend himself. It didn’t help the thief but Saito felt that at least it did not make the murderers.
After reaching Gennin:
Saito sat at the fire staring into the crackling flames. It was a yearly tradition for him and his father to come out to the desert and spend a few days away from the village. It was peaceful, a luxury that most Shinobi did not get so he relished every opportunity he could take. He had recently graduated from the academy and this was the first time he had a chance to spend some time with his father since being named a genin.
The sun was starting to dip below the horizon and he was starting to worry his father had not showed up yet. He had faith that his father could handle himself in the desert, and as such he did not leave the camp to look for him but it did leave him with his head swiveling around to see him.
It was fortunate that was the case because he saw several figures shambling towards him. With the fire at his back he drew his sword and called out to them.
“Hello there, can I help you?”
There was no answer they simply continued to shble towards him, though when he looked closer he saw that there were more than he originally suspected.
He waited patiently for the figures to get closer. This was not like some of the other villages that he could hide in the trees, here he only had the open desert and had to make his stand if they were hostile.
In no time the figures, and they were quite a few almost enough to be called a horde arrived at Saito. They were a mess, wounds all over their bodies, limbs hanging at unnatural angles. Their eyes held no intelligence but they did seem to have a hunger for Saito.
Without waiting Saito exploded into action, moving with the speed and precision that his father and the academy had drilled into him. His sword moved as an extension of himself, slicing body parts off the shambling horde, though they did not slow down nor stop coming.
Saito tried to remove their heads from their bodies, but while it did slow them down even more it did not stop them from coming.
Then the unthinkable happened, he managed to hit one of the horde at just the wrong angle and his sword broke. He tried to backpedal while still using his broken sword to try and cut an opening for himself. The broken sword was not doing him much good though. The balance and weight was so far off that it was starting to become more of a hindrance for him.
Just as he was about to throw his sword at the nearest shambling creature his foot hit something. Taking a quick glance down he saw that it was a sword, in fact it was his father's sword. Not taking the time to question why it was there he dropped his broken sword and picked up his father's sword. As his hands wrapped around the handle he could feel something shift. An acceptance coming from the sword. As he cut with it he realized that there was a white glow that had started to come from him, originating from the sword but enveloping all of him.
It seemed that the right weapon made the difference from these creatures, for as he swung the sword now the creatures did not get up and he was able to make short work of them.
Panting, out of breath he took deep gulps of air as the last of the creatures fell. He looked around to see his father walking towards him.
“Very good my son. You have passed your test”
Confused Saito looked to his father. “What are you talking about Father, what test? And how did your sword end up here?”
His father waved his hand indicating that they should sit by the fire. When Saito offered the sword back to his father he raised hand to stop him. “Our story goes back many generations, as does that sword. We have been given a holy mandate by the goddess of death herself. The problem is the dead do not want to stay in the underworld. They will do whatever they can to claw their way free. It does not help that the dark sages that some shinobi try and become dabble in the necromantic arts. It is our sacred duty to prevent the dead from walking free. Each generation is tested and chosen by the sword to pick up the mantel and fight, and each generation adds a bit of their chakra to the sword making it stronger.”
Saito could only look at sword, a sword that had been given to him as a birthright, and answered in the only way he could think of. “Father, Father i have always looked up to you. If this duty is being passed down to me then honor dictates that I accept with all my heart.” With those words Saito was bathed in a holy light.
His father could only smile at his son instinctually saying the correct words.
The Early Adult Years:
Place your history/story here
Early Adult Life:
Place your history here
The Present:
Enter your present story here
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