Old Character Name: Isaki Osore
Old Village/Missing: Merc
OCR Type: Free Rebirth using Free Rebirth Card (Hooray for not waiting a month)
Last Known Where-abouts: Sand
Old IC Rank: Merc
New Character Name: Kagyaku Enzeru
Preferred Username: Enzeru
New Village: Mercenary
New BL/CA: Hawkeye
Custom Class:
IC Rank: Mercenary
Character Age: 21
Gender: M
Character Physical Description:
Character Behavioral Description:
Character History:
Multiple Personality Application: Nope
Clan Request: Nope
Death/Retirement Thread: None, keeping Osore as an iNPC and his iNPC Tenken as one.
Old Profile: http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=486&t=41445
Old Training: http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=487&t=41726
Old Dojo: http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=488&t=41448
Old FAQ: None
Special Usergroups: Admin - I'd rather like to keep that. Dev, same. Bmod, same. Missing Council - Same. Actually...don't touch my usergroups.
Old Stats:
Agility: 600
Stamina: 600
Taijutsu: 600
Ninjutsu: 600
Genjutsu: 600
Chakra Control: 600
ASP: 7
Old OOC Rank: Mercenary
Stat Cut: 0%
New Stats:
Agility: 600
Stamina: 600
Taijutsu: 600
Ninjutsu: 600
Genjutsu: 600
Chakra Control: 600
ASP: 7
New OOC Rank: Mercenary
Justu Mastery Swaps:
Note: Keep in mind, that you are required to sell all old jutsus that you are getting rid of and buying all jutsus you are swapping over. If you do not have the money to afford this now, you may buy the new ones when you can afford them. Once you've stated that certain jutsu are meant for swapping, it means your new character can no longer use your old jutsu at their old ranks.[/i]
Name of any Contract you currently own: None
- If Retiring character, list link to obtaining the Contract. You will regain this contract upon rebirth back into this character. Contracts do not carry over to new characters.
Name of any Cursed Seals you currently own: Astral Seal Rank 3 - Wanting my ASP here refunded. http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?p=180678#p180678 ASP spent here. Also got Solar Seal should be in there.
- If Retiring character, list link to obtaining the Cursed Seal (from village request). You will regain these seals upon rebirth back into this character. Curse Seals do not carry over to new characters.
Name of Kinjutsu you own: None
- If retiring character, list link to obtaining the kinjutsu (from your village request). You will regain this kinjutsu upon rebirth back into this character. Kinjutsus do not carry over to new character. Also, you may choose any kinjutsu fr your new character, but you will need to apply for it with your new character.
Still actively roleplaying in any other threads? One, but it's dead.
Upon death, roleplayers in ANY of your other incomplete thread(s) are to vote whether they can deal with your non-existence from the beginning of these thread(s). Whether you joined these thread(s) before or after you entered the battle that got you killed, you are still considered a part of these thread(s).
- If players vote yes, you get to move on to your next life.
- If players vote no, you must stay in those threads as if you were still alive.
Old Village/Missing: Merc
OCR Type: Free Rebirth using Free Rebirth Card (Hooray for not waiting a month)
Last Known Where-abouts: Sand
Old IC Rank: Merc
New Character Name: Kagyaku Enzeru
Preferred Username: Enzeru
New Village: Mercenary
New BL/CA: Hawkeye
Custom Class:
Main Branch/ANBU/Med-Nin: ANBUCustom Class said:
IC Rank: Mercenary
Character Age: 21
Gender: M
Character Physical Description:
Enzeru is slightly over five and a half feet tall, and weighs an even 170 lbs. His skin is on the pale side, but not pale enough to stand out. Enzeru's frame is well built for speed, relying on skill and agility over brute force. When he's dressed up right one would probably think him simply slim, but there is plenty of compact muscle there for when necessary. His hair is a light blue color and kept in a long ponytail usually tied with a white cloth.
Most of the time he wears a tunic with a baby blue color and dark blue trimming, as well as dark brown pants and boots. He is rarely seen without his bow and a quiver of arrows. Belt pouches hanging around his waist also show prominently for storage of his throwing weaponry. When not in this outfit he will be wearing his ANBU robes and a mask made to look like a hawk.
Enzeru's eyes are the same color as his hair. Spending most of his life in the wilds, he has developed quite a unique stare, much like the hawk looking down on its prey. For this reason he is often compared to a hawk. Intriguingly, his eyes sometimes seem to carry an inner glow, very dim but definitely not affected by outside light.
Most of the time he wears a tunic with a baby blue color and dark blue trimming, as well as dark brown pants and boots. He is rarely seen without his bow and a quiver of arrows. Belt pouches hanging around his waist also show prominently for storage of his throwing weaponry. When not in this outfit he will be wearing his ANBU robes and a mask made to look like a hawk.
Enzeru's eyes are the same color as his hair. Spending most of his life in the wilds, he has developed quite a unique stare, much like the hawk looking down on its prey. For this reason he is often compared to a hawk. Intriguingly, his eyes sometimes seem to carry an inner glow, very dim but definitely not affected by outside light.
Character Behavioral Description:
Enzeru was raised to believe everyone had a job to do. This has carried over to his current life. He doesn't like those who go against the rules of society or flaunt the rules of law. To him, purposely breaking the law is tantamount to treason of one's way of life. He has little mercy for people who do so, believing there is never a good excuse for betraying your own life.
To those who break the law, Enzeru is a terrible thing. He will hunt them like wild game, setting traps for them to fall into, luring them out with bait, and taking the shot. There is no mercy or hesitation when he makes the kill. And more than once he has come back with a corpse when it wasn't necessary. Enzeru lives to serve justice first, and humanity not at all when he is in the mask.
He can be a severe person when the job calls for it. Hours alone in the wilds hunting for his life have led to someone more than capable of staying silent and patiently waiting for the tension to build. Years of dressing animals have given him an intimate understanding of the inner workings of mammals, and he can use this knowledge to great affect when interrogating someone. His main tools are surprise and fear in this regard, with pain being a necessary fallback sometimes.
When he's not wearing the mask of his job, Enzeru is far more relaxed. He will talk happily if the situation calls for it, though large crowds can throw him a bit and he requires time alone or with close friends only to 'recharge' after such meetings. When silence is the way of things, he is comfortable with it, never feeling it to be awkward. Enzeru is also charitable to those who lead hard lives, often seen giving with money and labor to the local orphanages.
Inside there is a struggle between these two. The monster behind the mask, and the kind man without one. A rigid code of conduct he forces himself to follow tends to keep the two separate however.
To those who break the law, Enzeru is a terrible thing. He will hunt them like wild game, setting traps for them to fall into, luring them out with bait, and taking the shot. There is no mercy or hesitation when he makes the kill. And more than once he has come back with a corpse when it wasn't necessary. Enzeru lives to serve justice first, and humanity not at all when he is in the mask.
He can be a severe person when the job calls for it. Hours alone in the wilds hunting for his life have led to someone more than capable of staying silent and patiently waiting for the tension to build. Years of dressing animals have given him an intimate understanding of the inner workings of mammals, and he can use this knowledge to great affect when interrogating someone. His main tools are surprise and fear in this regard, with pain being a necessary fallback sometimes.
When he's not wearing the mask of his job, Enzeru is far more relaxed. He will talk happily if the situation calls for it, though large crowds can throw him a bit and he requires time alone or with close friends only to 'recharge' after such meetings. When silence is the way of things, he is comfortable with it, never feeling it to be awkward. Enzeru is also charitable to those who lead hard lives, often seen giving with money and labor to the local orphanages.
Inside there is a struggle between these two. The monster behind the mask, and the kind man without one. A rigid code of conduct he forces himself to follow tends to keep the two separate however.
Character History:
The clan existed in the old times before the city of Kirigakure, before the plantation that preceded it. This was not a clan in the sense of a family line, but instead a gathering of many families living in the wild, trying to get by. The leader was the best hunter, for it followed reason that the best hunter would know where to take the clan to keep up with the game, to feed and clothe and shelter them in the harsh elements the world would throw their way. Never more than a few dozen people, the clan had survived for centuries by one simple law: Everyone had a job to do.
One did their job, or they were cast out. It was not rare for someone for become injured and unable to work. The good of the clan came above the good of the person, however. An extra mouth to feed in the winter meant someone had to work twice as hard to make up for it, so the person was removed from the clan. Even the children followed this rule, as they would often be seen helping the women prepare the food or clothing. Lazy children were beaten until they became more active, or cast out of the clan to fend for themselves. Few survived alone.
Enzeru was born to the leader of the clan, his name was in the tongue of the clan, a harsh language that was hard to replicate, and would roughly translate to Proud Wolf. Enzeru himself was not given a name yet, as the children would not be named until they had proven themselves capable of some task. Usually around their fifth to sixth year when their personalities would come out.
When he was three years old, Enzeru was helping his mom clean a kill when a mountain cat tore into the clan shelters. The mothers ran with their children, abandoning the food for the great cat and opting for safety since the hunters were all out getting more food.
Enzeru's mother took too long to leave, however. The great cat burst into their tent with a roar and cornered the woman. The boy saw it run into the tent, he knew his mother was in there. Enzeru followed it immediately. As the beast began to stalk towards her, Enzeru grabbed the nearest thing he could, a bone crafted knife, and threw it at the cat. His aim was amazingly true, and the animal turned with a knife sticking from it's neck to see easier prey.
It was a short chase, the boy's little legs barely getting him out of the tent before the animal was on his back. There was no screaming or crying, no begging. Instead the boy was trying to roll over when the weight was removed. He would lift his head to see the cat on the ground beside him with a spear sticking from it's side, pawing and trying to get away.
The hunters had returned, and Proud Wolf had saved his son's life. Enzeru was named that day, the youngest in memory to be given a name. Brave Panther, he was called. His father began taking him out with the hunting teams, saying that only men were given names, and men needed to learn their craft.
Hunting became his life. It required patience, for you must let the animal come to you instead of trying to chase it down. It required stealth, for the animal would not approach if it saw you or smelled you and simply sensed your presence. It required skill, for you rarely got more than one shot and you had to make that one lethal. It required strength, for no weak man could hit hard enough.
But most of all it required intelligence. You had to know what you were tracking, how it moved and thought. You had to know what it ate and where it slept, how it handled its young and covered its tracks. Enzeru soon became a good tracker, passing even his father in that regard.
His eight year saw a dramatic change in his life. While they were out hunting, the party came to realize that it was itself being hunted. This creature was unlike anything they had ever encountered. It was a shadow, a mist. When they thought they had it cornered it turned out to simply be playing them into its own game. One by one the men of the party began to vanish, not returning from their part in trying to reverse the hunt.
Proud Wolf told his son to run home and get the women and children ready to move. He did run, but not far. The boy slipped into the leaves, above the world. He himself became a shadow, silent and fast. His own father did not see him. Proud Wolf was baiting the trap, acting as if he was wounded. And Enzeru saw what was hunting them.
It was tall, and blue. He would later learn it was a ninja from Kirigakure, practicing his skill on the natives of this island. But for now, all the boy knew was it saw his father and was approaching from the wrong way for Proud Wolf to take it out. The boy rushed through the branches, noticing as he flew that the other hunters were tied up and gagged below. A sharp rock he dropped to one, but he did not stop to help more.
Proud Wolf had no warning as suddenly a cold metal blade was placed on his back. Someone spoke in a tongue he knew, the tongue the clans used when they traded between themselves. As told, he dropped his spear and turned his head to see who had caught him. His widening eyes were enough blue for the shinobi, who spun around just as the child leapt down at him with the same bone carved knife he had used years before on the cat.
He caught Enzeru by that wrist and dropped him like a stone to the ground. His first true hunt by himself ruined. Enzeru was not happy. He was bound and gagged, as was Proud Wolf. However, at that moment the hunters who were caught before showed up. A dozen strong men with spears leveled at the intruder. Enzeru had dropped the key to their salvation, and they had cut their binds with the rock.
Over the next three days the stranger explained his purpose to them. He explained about Mist, about what a ninja was and could do. He showed them wondrous feats of strength and stealth, of veritable magic. And then he offered a trade.
Food, clothing, better weapons and tools. For one thing. He wanted Enzeru. He wanted this boy to be brought up as a ninja so he could one day bring the rest of the clan to the village. Enzeru had no say, for though his dad had called him a man he had not yet reached age for it.
His father traded him away, as he knew he would. Enzeru was another mouth to feed then, and getting rid of that mouth promised the safety and existence of the clan for a long time after. He was given no chance to say goodbye to his mom, the man simply picked him up and carried him off.
Life in the Academy was not easy. He had to learn a new language, the common tongue of the village. He was given an education in things he never knew about. Arts, math, science. His mind opened to the knowledge, and it was written down in there. He learned many things, and one thing was about himself.
Enzeru did not forget anything. His grades in both martial and academic lessons began to surpass the rest of the class as his mind worked, his infallible memory brought the answers and solutions quickly to him. His training before gave him an edge of the new kids as well. He graduated at ten into the rank of genin.
By fourteen he was a jounin and looking at the ANBU branch. The elite, the chance to serve the village in a special capacity. His entrance exam was the hardest thing he'd ever done, but he only had to do it once to get in. At the age of fifteen he not only was in the ANBU branch, but through show of skill and a battle alongside his own Sennin, one Kasumi Masa, he achieved the rank of ANBU Captain.
The job was given in good faith and he performed with his usual vigor. But when calamity struck Enzeru stayed behind to help others escape the freezing of the village and he himself was trapped in the ice. Survival in this place was not easy, and indeed should have been impossible. Enzeru lucked out in that one of the ships carrying passengers out had to clear food to make room and the cold did well to preserve the rations. For some time he survived on those before making his way off the frozen continent via boat to Soon's Haven. And here he merely stocked up on more food and headed back to Mist, looking over his former homeland for as long as he could.
He sits now in Soon's Haven, a trip that was meant for restocking instead turning to something else as he hears of the troubles coming over the village of Sunagakure. His desire to help may just overcome his inclination to go home.
One did their job, or they were cast out. It was not rare for someone for become injured and unable to work. The good of the clan came above the good of the person, however. An extra mouth to feed in the winter meant someone had to work twice as hard to make up for it, so the person was removed from the clan. Even the children followed this rule, as they would often be seen helping the women prepare the food or clothing. Lazy children were beaten until they became more active, or cast out of the clan to fend for themselves. Few survived alone.
Enzeru was born to the leader of the clan, his name was in the tongue of the clan, a harsh language that was hard to replicate, and would roughly translate to Proud Wolf. Enzeru himself was not given a name yet, as the children would not be named until they had proven themselves capable of some task. Usually around their fifth to sixth year when their personalities would come out.
When he was three years old, Enzeru was helping his mom clean a kill when a mountain cat tore into the clan shelters. The mothers ran with their children, abandoning the food for the great cat and opting for safety since the hunters were all out getting more food.
Enzeru's mother took too long to leave, however. The great cat burst into their tent with a roar and cornered the woman. The boy saw it run into the tent, he knew his mother was in there. Enzeru followed it immediately. As the beast began to stalk towards her, Enzeru grabbed the nearest thing he could, a bone crafted knife, and threw it at the cat. His aim was amazingly true, and the animal turned with a knife sticking from it's neck to see easier prey.
It was a short chase, the boy's little legs barely getting him out of the tent before the animal was on his back. There was no screaming or crying, no begging. Instead the boy was trying to roll over when the weight was removed. He would lift his head to see the cat on the ground beside him with a spear sticking from it's side, pawing and trying to get away.
The hunters had returned, and Proud Wolf had saved his son's life. Enzeru was named that day, the youngest in memory to be given a name. Brave Panther, he was called. His father began taking him out with the hunting teams, saying that only men were given names, and men needed to learn their craft.
Hunting became his life. It required patience, for you must let the animal come to you instead of trying to chase it down. It required stealth, for the animal would not approach if it saw you or smelled you and simply sensed your presence. It required skill, for you rarely got more than one shot and you had to make that one lethal. It required strength, for no weak man could hit hard enough.
But most of all it required intelligence. You had to know what you were tracking, how it moved and thought. You had to know what it ate and where it slept, how it handled its young and covered its tracks. Enzeru soon became a good tracker, passing even his father in that regard.
His eight year saw a dramatic change in his life. While they were out hunting, the party came to realize that it was itself being hunted. This creature was unlike anything they had ever encountered. It was a shadow, a mist. When they thought they had it cornered it turned out to simply be playing them into its own game. One by one the men of the party began to vanish, not returning from their part in trying to reverse the hunt.
Proud Wolf told his son to run home and get the women and children ready to move. He did run, but not far. The boy slipped into the leaves, above the world. He himself became a shadow, silent and fast. His own father did not see him. Proud Wolf was baiting the trap, acting as if he was wounded. And Enzeru saw what was hunting them.
It was tall, and blue. He would later learn it was a ninja from Kirigakure, practicing his skill on the natives of this island. But for now, all the boy knew was it saw his father and was approaching from the wrong way for Proud Wolf to take it out. The boy rushed through the branches, noticing as he flew that the other hunters were tied up and gagged below. A sharp rock he dropped to one, but he did not stop to help more.
Proud Wolf had no warning as suddenly a cold metal blade was placed on his back. Someone spoke in a tongue he knew, the tongue the clans used when they traded between themselves. As told, he dropped his spear and turned his head to see who had caught him. His widening eyes were enough blue for the shinobi, who spun around just as the child leapt down at him with the same bone carved knife he had used years before on the cat.
He caught Enzeru by that wrist and dropped him like a stone to the ground. His first true hunt by himself ruined. Enzeru was not happy. He was bound and gagged, as was Proud Wolf. However, at that moment the hunters who were caught before showed up. A dozen strong men with spears leveled at the intruder. Enzeru had dropped the key to their salvation, and they had cut their binds with the rock.
Over the next three days the stranger explained his purpose to them. He explained about Mist, about what a ninja was and could do. He showed them wondrous feats of strength and stealth, of veritable magic. And then he offered a trade.
Food, clothing, better weapons and tools. For one thing. He wanted Enzeru. He wanted this boy to be brought up as a ninja so he could one day bring the rest of the clan to the village. Enzeru had no say, for though his dad had called him a man he had not yet reached age for it.
His father traded him away, as he knew he would. Enzeru was another mouth to feed then, and getting rid of that mouth promised the safety and existence of the clan for a long time after. He was given no chance to say goodbye to his mom, the man simply picked him up and carried him off.
Life in the Academy was not easy. He had to learn a new language, the common tongue of the village. He was given an education in things he never knew about. Arts, math, science. His mind opened to the knowledge, and it was written down in there. He learned many things, and one thing was about himself.
Enzeru did not forget anything. His grades in both martial and academic lessons began to surpass the rest of the class as his mind worked, his infallible memory brought the answers and solutions quickly to him. His training before gave him an edge of the new kids as well. He graduated at ten into the rank of genin.
By fourteen he was a jounin and looking at the ANBU branch. The elite, the chance to serve the village in a special capacity. His entrance exam was the hardest thing he'd ever done, but he only had to do it once to get in. At the age of fifteen he not only was in the ANBU branch, but through show of skill and a battle alongside his own Sennin, one Kasumi Masa, he achieved the rank of ANBU Captain.
The job was given in good faith and he performed with his usual vigor. But when calamity struck Enzeru stayed behind to help others escape the freezing of the village and he himself was trapped in the ice. Survival in this place was not easy, and indeed should have been impossible. Enzeru lucked out in that one of the ships carrying passengers out had to clear food to make room and the cold did well to preserve the rations. For some time he survived on those before making his way off the frozen continent via boat to Soon's Haven. And here he merely stocked up on more food and headed back to Mist, looking over his former homeland for as long as he could.
He sits now in Soon's Haven, a trip that was meant for restocking instead turning to something else as he hears of the troubles coming over the village of Sunagakure. His desire to help may just overcome his inclination to go home.
Clan Request: Nope
Death/Retirement Thread: None, keeping Osore as an iNPC and his iNPC Tenken as one.
Old Profile: http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=486&t=41445
Old Training: http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=487&t=41726
Old Dojo: http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=488&t=41448
Old FAQ: None
Special Usergroups: Admin - I'd rather like to keep that. Dev, same. Bmod, same. Missing Council - Same. Actually...don't touch my usergroups.
Old Stats:
Agility: 600
Stamina: 600
Taijutsu: 600
Ninjutsu: 600
Genjutsu: 600
Chakra Control: 600
ASP: 7
Old OOC Rank: Mercenary
Stat Cut: 0%
New Stats:
Agility: 600
Stamina: 600
Taijutsu: 600
Ninjutsu: 600
Genjutsu: 600
Chakra Control: 600
ASP: 7
New OOC Rank: Mercenary
Justu Mastery Swaps:
Note: Keep in mind, that you are required to sell all old jutsus that you are getting rid of and buying all jutsus you are swapping over. If you do not have the money to afford this now, you may buy the new ones when you can afford them. Once you've stated that certain jutsu are meant for swapping, it means your new character can no longer use your old jutsu at their old ranks.[/i]
Name of any Contract you currently own: None
- If Retiring character, list link to obtaining the Contract. You will regain this contract upon rebirth back into this character. Contracts do not carry over to new characters.
Name of any Cursed Seals you currently own: Astral Seal Rank 3 - Wanting my ASP here refunded. http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?p=180678#p180678 ASP spent here. Also got Solar Seal should be in there.
- If Retiring character, list link to obtaining the Cursed Seal (from village request). You will regain these seals upon rebirth back into this character. Curse Seals do not carry over to new characters.
Name of Kinjutsu you own: None
- If retiring character, list link to obtaining the kinjutsu (from your village request). You will regain this kinjutsu upon rebirth back into this character. Kinjutsus do not carry over to new character. Also, you may choose any kinjutsu fr your new character, but you will need to apply for it with your new character.
Still actively roleplaying in any other threads? One, but it's dead.
Upon death, roleplayers in ANY of your other incomplete thread(s) are to vote whether they can deal with your non-existence from the beginning of these thread(s). Whether you joined these thread(s) before or after you entered the battle that got you killed, you are still considered a part of these thread(s).
- If players vote yes, you get to move on to your next life.
- If players vote no, you must stay in those threads as if you were still alive.
