One future shall shape the stars
Basic Data</B>
Name: Isaki Hoshikata
Title: The Seer
Rank: Former Mizukage/Wanderer
Bloodline: Seikon
Status: Leader of the Isaki Clan
Chakra Mark: Water Crown brand, underside of right wrist - Hidden Color.
Personal Info<B>
Gender: Male
Eye Colour: Gold
Hair Colour: Black
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 175 lbs
Age: 24
Birthday: June 6
Blood Type: O-
Alignment: Neutral Evil
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|Appearance said:: Hoshikata stands just under six feet in height. He doesn't weight much at only 175 pounds, but what is there is muscle. His skin is a dark tone of caramel. His eyes are a lighter gold color. Hoshikata's hair is short and black, with a natural bounce.
|Personality said:Born to a clan of hedonistic aristocrats, the heir of the Isaki clan was given a unique upbringing that few can think to match. His mother hired out a wet nurse for him, and a nanny was the one who raised him. Whenever he got attached to one, she would be fired and a new one hired. This lasted through the boy's childhood up until he entered the Academy. The most he saw of his mother or father was when they would break the young boy's innocent, idealistic view of the world.
The lower class was just that, they said, lower. Anytime he attempted to befriend someone, he was punished. He brought home a dog, his mom cooked it and made him eat it. The heir to the clan could not afford friends, they would say. The leader of the clan could not be weak. He could not let emotions blind him. He had to be cold, he had to be aloof.
In the end this did not destroy his ability to feel, as they hoped. It instead made him hide himself from them. Hoshikata, this day, is a man of layers. The outer layer is what he hopes is a normal person. Dedicated to his old god, and kind to those who deserve it. Then comes what he parents wanted, the cold and calculating man with no true ties. But even that is also a mask of the true Hoshikata.
Beneath the smiles, the kindness and the cold each, lies a roiling ball of anger. A sadist, a masochist. A man with no scruples and no morals whose only concern is getting what he wants out of life.
Hoshikata has a reputation currently as a conceited hedonist. He has no qualms about enjoying life, or in explaining the things his enjoys. And often he comes out as arrogant when he begins to talk about himself. Most of the time he is rather easy going and a bit annoying. He'll go from drinking sake and flirting to preaching of his ancient religion in a blink.
If you cross the line, however, then you'll quickly find that you've made a bitter enemy who does not forget, and does not forgive. And he will, after that point, do all in his power to make your life hell until it is over, preferably at his own hand. All this, generally, with a smile on his face.
[/col3]History said:The Isaki Clan, oldest of the families in Water Country. A history stretching back more than a thousand years. A responsibility of equal important. All of this was laid at the feet of Hoshikata far too soon.
Twenty four years ago a child was born to Isaki Yosu and his wife. The first years of his life were nothing unique. He was spoiled by his nanny, fed from a wet nurse since no respectable woman of high station like his mom would dare do it herself, and taught that the masses were below him by the constant abuse his family laid on their servants.
His nanny was fired for spoiling him eventually, and the replacement was distant as she could be because of this. The only companionship he had as an infant after that was the people he could see wandering about. Sometimes the babe would giggle as they walked through a wall or fell through the floor.
He learned quickly as a toddler not to bring up the people he could see. Not to mention these spirits his eyes told him were wandering about. Not to explain his headaches were caused by the myriad voices of the dead screaming inside of his head. He coped, dealt with it by drowning it out and ignoring it when he could.
Life as a student was bland. He excelled at his studies, made friends, and began a small rivalry with Tatsuya. Being of the same age, and same class, it became obvious one of the two would be the best of their group.
After his graduation things mellowed once more. He realized what money could make happen. Suddenly he was surrounded by people of the female persuasion, more than a few he got very close to, but never emotionally. Women, alcohol, anything that made him feel good. Soon he didn't even require they be women.
When he turned sixteen this ceased altogether. Hoshikata had gotten to where even while drunk and enjoying another human being, the spirit world would not let him have peace. There were very few places where he could go for solitude from them, one of which being the ancient libraries of the Isaki beneath their manor.
One day while there, he was reading through the tomes as there was little else to do when he came across the antique texts of the old religion of the Isaki. The words appealed to him in a unique manner, for hidden in the structure were instructions on how to control his gift.
Hoshikata became a believer when he found those instructions to work. He was able to control his power then, to do what he never had been capable of before. But there would be a price, his soul. It had been pledged to an Old One, one of the gods of his clan's history.
Life has been well since then. His father stepped down on his twenty-first birthday to let him run the clan as he saw fit, he was put into a pre-arranged engagement with a member of the Shoukyou to continue good relations with the clan, and his family's influence had gotten him a position of Sennin in the village's new power structure.
In all, a good life. And all he had to do was sell his soul to an ancient being beyond comprehension.
Hoshikata had a run in with this god beneath the city of Mist, however, where it set him afire from the inside and threw him into the waters of the dead. This did not kill him, but instead changed his appearance drastically to mark the power he had been granted by this act.
He went on to, with the aid of his brother, kill his god and assume it's power. Now believing himself a god of import, he had left Kirigakure with his clan in order to settle a new land free of what his clansmen call "those uppity newcomers" that took their home from them.