Name: Junnan
Age: Unknown
Rank: Genin
Country: Kaze no Kuni
Clan: Yudaya | House of Garou
Region of Residence: The Desert Expanse
Occupation: Vagabond
Allegiance: Sunagakure
Physical Description: Junnan's slender and lithe frame give the impression of fragility at a glance. His open leather jacket exposed his torso, emaciated and nearly devoid of flesh. Every rib could visibly be accounted for, and the hollow pit beneath them passed for a stomach. The color of his skin was questionable, appearing to be a shade of rotting green some times, indefinable and swarthy at others. Wild dark hair with spirals and curls framed an uninviting face, usually donning a savage's smile. The sleeves of his jacket were commonly rolled up to the elbows, proudly displaying damaged forearms. That along with work-boots of the same black color and denim jeans made for a rugged wardrobe. Aside from his sickly color, his long and curved nails belied his humanity. As if absence of both iris and pupils weren't enough...
Mental Description: His disposition would suggest that he's both unhinged and carefree. "From zero to a hundred, real quick." Was probably a quote foreshadowing Junnan's emergence across innumerable possibilities. Easily as still as a frozen lake one minute, then as fleet as a leaf spiraling in the wind, or anything in between. The metaphor encompasses both his movement style and outward reaction. He fights for Sunagakure, but only because fate had linked it directly with the interests of his soul. Regardless of the projected behavior of a scatterbrained freak, in truth Junnan manages to be quite single-minded in his deepest pursuits. Somewhere beneath the unfriendly exterior lies a sense of cosmic duty, of responsibility, of romanticism and moral depth... But, he'd rather gross you out. The lack of effort put forth in making those around him comfortable implies deliberate repulsion. Often he seems to be muttering to himself, but plays it off when others are nearby. Whether or not he sees what others cannot, is merely talking aloud, or is truly damaged in the mind has yet to be seen.
History: "So, maybe I'm an amnesiac, but who isn't these days?" The sound of a hoarse breathe wheezing around a rattling larynx carried a ghastly voice across the darkness. The rattling increased due to the force of a chuckle pushed out from deep within his gut. "The earliest thing I remember was waking up in one of Soon's Haven's garbage dumps. No freaking clue how I got there mind you. Lids pop open, and I'm staring up at the biggest full moon I ever saw... At least, I think, since it's the first one I remember seeing. You know what the heck I mean." The sound of scraping against the floor could be heard as the source of the voice distanced himself from his audience. After a moment or two they'd figure it was simply the chair sliding against the floor.
Outstretched onto the table and into the spotlight were the source's hands, elongated fingers with sickly green skin tapped the wood with curved dark nails. "I don't know how much time passed before I finally decided to get my ass up. It was about the time I remembered what my name was, Junnan like I told you. I ended up rolling down the pile of trash I was almost buried in, my legs gave out when I tried using them for the first time. Pain shot throughout my whole system, and it sent a shock-" The brief pause was followed by a visible shudder and stifled giggle. "Right up my spine." Exhaling and leaning forward so that the white of his massive grin became more visible even in the shadow.
"I got up though, and wandered around until I stumbled into an alley. I heard some screaming coming from deeper within, and I got more curious about that than my own situation pretty quickly. By the time I hit the corner and saw what was happening, the pricks causing the ruckus were looking at me like I fell out of the sky. Turns out I was almost naked, save for some black shorts." His shoulders hiked and descended in a "Devil May Care" fashion before going on. "It was a couple guys robbing some old guy, and impulse took over. I mean, after they laughed at my shorts that is." Leaning forward and even closer his face was now more easily seen, and his all-white eyes seemed unreal.
"Not sure how I did it, but I busted them up and took this sweet leather jacket from one of them. The boots too. These jeans as well. At least the hair's mine?" A mock frown made itself known before it vanished in favor of vivid indifference. "Don't look at me like that, maybe I wanted the clothes before I realized the old fart was getting the crap kicked out of him." One hand lifted itself from the table as he thumbed his nose and leaned back into the shadow, hiding himself again it would seem. "After that I tried to find somewhere quiet, so I could think and get my memory back. Didn't happen though, but I sure as Hell ended up getting real hungry. So I wandered around until I reached the Alcazar, and before I knew it I was putting jerks in their place and spending their coin on snacks." There was clearly little room for shame as far as taking from those who weren't quite good people.
At the other end of the table was a middle-aged woman wearing spectacles, nodding and jotting notes. However; she would not interrupt. "Been doing that kind of thing for a while now, I'm not too good with keeping track of time though. I already told you I don't know how old I am or anything like that, just my name. Sometimes I get flashes of what happened before, at random times, but it never makes sense so I never let it occupy my time. It'll come to me when it wants to." Though he'd recited his little story a few times to the other investigators, he didn't feel bothered by rehashing the facts. With an exhale he seemed to interject himself. "I know the dead bodies at the harbor were a bit much, but where was I supposed to put them? They were all bad guys any way, it's not like I hurt anyone who didn't deserve it." He tried to justify himself, but the woman merely looked at him sternly before nodding. Without a word she got up gracefully, and made her way out of the room.
"Prude." He muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes as the door closed behind the woman. Without irises or pupils, one could only guess just where this decaying excuse for a man was looking, but his words were ever clear as he spoke to an empty room. "Mhm, I understand. Yes, but if you weren't being such a tease I could have been neater about the whole thing. Well of course you'd thinking stacking up the bodies is beautiful and I did it for you but... We're going to run out of fun, and we've already got the attention of these folks. I'm sure they're nice people any way." Just as he was about to continue, the door pushed open and two women accompanied by a lone male entered. They all wore Chūnin vests, and showed their village's emblem proudly upon their forehead bands.
The woman in the center would step forward, and deliver and ultimatum. "Junnan, the Shinobi of Sunagakure have been employed by an anonymous client to investigate a stream of murders around Soon's Haven. The victims have all been vicious criminals of one sort or the other, but understandably the amount of bloodshed would raise alarm. Furthermore, you've taken it upon yourself to be judge, jury, and executioner in these cases. As a place of frequent trade and business, Soon's Haven cannot afford to allow you to continue. You were no problem for our ANBU to apprehend, and if we wanted we could dispatch you now. Rather than imprison you outright, we give you a choice. Join our village, so that we may hone your skills and unlock your potential while strengthening our own force...Or, you can get comfortable with a cell in a little place called The Obsidian Palace."<i></i>
The silence was brief, and Junnan's reply even swifter. "I'll join!" It was as if he had put absolutely no thought into his decision whatsoever, but words would prove otherwise. "The third option of flipping the table, kicking shit over and trying to kill you all didn't seem too good. I mean, I thought about it like fifty different ways and they all didn't pan out." He stood up and walked around the table. "Ready when you are!" Neither side was being forthright with the other, each concealing bits and pieces of the truth rather than lying. Sunagakure would watch him, use him, while he did the same in kind. After all, she still required so much more...
Age: Unknown
Rank: Genin
Country: Kaze no Kuni
Clan: Yudaya | House of Garou
Region of Residence: The Desert Expanse
Occupation: Vagabond
Allegiance: Sunagakure
Physical Description: Junnan's slender and lithe frame give the impression of fragility at a glance. His open leather jacket exposed his torso, emaciated and nearly devoid of flesh. Every rib could visibly be accounted for, and the hollow pit beneath them passed for a stomach. The color of his skin was questionable, appearing to be a shade of rotting green some times, indefinable and swarthy at others. Wild dark hair with spirals and curls framed an uninviting face, usually donning a savage's smile. The sleeves of his jacket were commonly rolled up to the elbows, proudly displaying damaged forearms. That along with work-boots of the same black color and denim jeans made for a rugged wardrobe. Aside from his sickly color, his long and curved nails belied his humanity. As if absence of both iris and pupils weren't enough...
Mental Description: His disposition would suggest that he's both unhinged and carefree. "From zero to a hundred, real quick." Was probably a quote foreshadowing Junnan's emergence across innumerable possibilities. Easily as still as a frozen lake one minute, then as fleet as a leaf spiraling in the wind, or anything in between. The metaphor encompasses both his movement style and outward reaction. He fights for Sunagakure, but only because fate had linked it directly with the interests of his soul. Regardless of the projected behavior of a scatterbrained freak, in truth Junnan manages to be quite single-minded in his deepest pursuits. Somewhere beneath the unfriendly exterior lies a sense of cosmic duty, of responsibility, of romanticism and moral depth... But, he'd rather gross you out. The lack of effort put forth in making those around him comfortable implies deliberate repulsion. Often he seems to be muttering to himself, but plays it off when others are nearby. Whether or not he sees what others cannot, is merely talking aloud, or is truly damaged in the mind has yet to be seen.
History: "So, maybe I'm an amnesiac, but who isn't these days?" The sound of a hoarse breathe wheezing around a rattling larynx carried a ghastly voice across the darkness. The rattling increased due to the force of a chuckle pushed out from deep within his gut. "The earliest thing I remember was waking up in one of Soon's Haven's garbage dumps. No freaking clue how I got there mind you. Lids pop open, and I'm staring up at the biggest full moon I ever saw... At least, I think, since it's the first one I remember seeing. You know what the heck I mean." The sound of scraping against the floor could be heard as the source of the voice distanced himself from his audience. After a moment or two they'd figure it was simply the chair sliding against the floor.
Outstretched onto the table and into the spotlight were the source's hands, elongated fingers with sickly green skin tapped the wood with curved dark nails. "I don't know how much time passed before I finally decided to get my ass up. It was about the time I remembered what my name was, Junnan like I told you. I ended up rolling down the pile of trash I was almost buried in, my legs gave out when I tried using them for the first time. Pain shot throughout my whole system, and it sent a shock-" The brief pause was followed by a visible shudder and stifled giggle. "Right up my spine." Exhaling and leaning forward so that the white of his massive grin became more visible even in the shadow.
"I got up though, and wandered around until I stumbled into an alley. I heard some screaming coming from deeper within, and I got more curious about that than my own situation pretty quickly. By the time I hit the corner and saw what was happening, the pricks causing the ruckus were looking at me like I fell out of the sky. Turns out I was almost naked, save for some black shorts." His shoulders hiked and descended in a "Devil May Care" fashion before going on. "It was a couple guys robbing some old guy, and impulse took over. I mean, after they laughed at my shorts that is." Leaning forward and even closer his face was now more easily seen, and his all-white eyes seemed unreal.
"Not sure how I did it, but I busted them up and took this sweet leather jacket from one of them. The boots too. These jeans as well. At least the hair's mine?" A mock frown made itself known before it vanished in favor of vivid indifference. "Don't look at me like that, maybe I wanted the clothes before I realized the old fart was getting the crap kicked out of him." One hand lifted itself from the table as he thumbed his nose and leaned back into the shadow, hiding himself again it would seem. "After that I tried to find somewhere quiet, so I could think and get my memory back. Didn't happen though, but I sure as Hell ended up getting real hungry. So I wandered around until I reached the Alcazar, and before I knew it I was putting jerks in their place and spending their coin on snacks." There was clearly little room for shame as far as taking from those who weren't quite good people.
At the other end of the table was a middle-aged woman wearing spectacles, nodding and jotting notes. However; she would not interrupt. "Been doing that kind of thing for a while now, I'm not too good with keeping track of time though. I already told you I don't know how old I am or anything like that, just my name. Sometimes I get flashes of what happened before, at random times, but it never makes sense so I never let it occupy my time. It'll come to me when it wants to." Though he'd recited his little story a few times to the other investigators, he didn't feel bothered by rehashing the facts. With an exhale he seemed to interject himself. "I know the dead bodies at the harbor were a bit much, but where was I supposed to put them? They were all bad guys any way, it's not like I hurt anyone who didn't deserve it." He tried to justify himself, but the woman merely looked at him sternly before nodding. Without a word she got up gracefully, and made her way out of the room.
"Prude." He muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes as the door closed behind the woman. Without irises or pupils, one could only guess just where this decaying excuse for a man was looking, but his words were ever clear as he spoke to an empty room. "Mhm, I understand. Yes, but if you weren't being such a tease I could have been neater about the whole thing. Well of course you'd thinking stacking up the bodies is beautiful and I did it for you but... We're going to run out of fun, and we've already got the attention of these folks. I'm sure they're nice people any way." Just as he was about to continue, the door pushed open and two women accompanied by a lone male entered. They all wore Chūnin vests, and showed their village's emblem proudly upon their forehead bands.
The woman in the center would step forward, and deliver and ultimatum. "Junnan, the Shinobi of Sunagakure have been employed by an anonymous client to investigate a stream of murders around Soon's Haven. The victims have all been vicious criminals of one sort or the other, but understandably the amount of bloodshed would raise alarm. Furthermore, you've taken it upon yourself to be judge, jury, and executioner in these cases. As a place of frequent trade and business, Soon's Haven cannot afford to allow you to continue. You were no problem for our ANBU to apprehend, and if we wanted we could dispatch you now. Rather than imprison you outright, we give you a choice. Join our village, so that we may hone your skills and unlock your potential while strengthening our own force...Or, you can get comfortable with a cell in a little place called The Obsidian Palace."<i></i>
The silence was brief, and Junnan's reply even swifter. "I'll join!" It was as if he had put absolutely no thought into his decision whatsoever, but words would prove otherwise. "The third option of flipping the table, kicking shit over and trying to kill you all didn't seem too good. I mean, I thought about it like fifty different ways and they all didn't pan out." He stood up and walked around the table. "Ready when you are!" Neither side was being forthright with the other, each concealing bits and pieces of the truth rather than lying. Sunagakure would watch him, use him, while he did the same in kind. After all, she still required so much more...
