Name: Karasu Shoji
Gender: Male
Age: 11
Height: 5'0
Body Type: Fit, toned
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark
Rank: Gennin
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Bl/CA/Kinjutsu: Seikon
Description:
- A tall five foot even at the age of eleven, he weighs roughly a small one hundred pounds. He wears loose easy flowing clothing that varies from big t-shirts to no shirt and a big flappy jacket. His pants always baggy near the bottom but tight up around the waist and he often looks very unkempt, as if he was never taught about proper clothes care. His hair is long and, as the motif follows, also very unkempt, and his shoes can often be seen as rough at best, when he feels like wearing them. His chakra symbol is on his neck, under his hair and is the kanji for the word worthless.
- Trope(s):
<B>Personality:
Backstory:
Gender: Male
Age: 11
Height: 5'0
Body Type: Fit, toned
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark
Rank: Gennin
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Bl/CA/Kinjutsu: Seikon
Description:
- A tall five foot even at the age of eleven, he weighs roughly a small one hundred pounds. He wears loose easy flowing clothing that varies from big t-shirts to no shirt and a big flappy jacket. His pants always baggy near the bottom but tight up around the waist and he often looks very unkempt, as if he was never taught about proper clothes care. His hair is long and, as the motif follows, also very unkempt, and his shoes can often be seen as rough at best, when he feels like wearing them. His chakra symbol is on his neck, under his hair and is the kanji for the word worthless.
- Trope(s):
- Acceptable Lifestyle Target
- Equal Opportunity Offender</URL></B>
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- Loners Are Freaks
<B>Personality:
- Loud / Observant / Addictive / :
- Likes: Drinking, jokes, making light of the serious, being under-estimated.
- Dislikes: Fighting, negative vibes, cowboy hats.
- Quirk: Inquisitive
Backstory:
Prologue:
The Legend Bears a Hero
The Legend of the Drunken Immortal, a tale written about in books and done in plays. A single man, alone in a forest with nothing on his person but a large jug and a strap to keep it tight to himself. He wandered the earth, living one day at a time with no real meaning besides the next drink. He saw many lands, learned many things, picked up many vices and lost many addictions. Though on this day the legend was born, a man walking through a forest drunk as the day is bright. He stumbled through the thick foliage towards a series of noises, metal clanking on metal. As he neared the sound a series of things came into view and the noise grew exponentially larger. Four people clad in armor beating back what appeared to be a large force. They were skilled in their execution, and wore the faces of people who enjoy the war, smiles and laughs abound as they plowed through the forces. Legend has it that he walked through the battle fearless, as if he just wanted to pass by. When he reach the front line where the four generals were fighting back an entire army, they of course turned on him with all their rage. Without so much as a flinch he dodged and ducked their series of attacks and took them down with a before unseen fighting style. It was described as watching water flow around rocks. Once the four generals were dispatched, the army pushed forward and the drunk disappeared in the chaos. This would be the turning point in the war with whomever he had just dispatched and they would lose their claim to the land. More stories of the drunk would appear throughout the years, and soon enough they were all compiled into one book and marketed to the masses under the title 'The Drunken Immortal'. One such book would be bought by a member of the Karasu family, and would end up on the shelf of a bookcase unread until the birth of a boy into the family, Shoji...
Chapter 1:
Early Life
Karasu Isshin, and Karasu Tomiko are the father and mother respectively of young Shoji. They run a brewery and small alcohol enterprise and when they were expecting, began to save money to raise Shoji right. When he came into the world, he came in kicking and screaming. It was obvious that he had a lot of fight in him and a strong will. As he aged, the business took off and the Karasu brand grew to be something you'd find in stores and bars everywhere. Now that Shoji was born and was out of diapers and could read, they began to spend their money more openly, specially when it came to artifacts. Father had a passion for the old things, and his mother for the new. In-between them was Shoji who got the best of both worlds, he got artifacts as presents from his dad on his birthday, and new clothes and things from his mother. Then once he became of age he was enrolled into the mist academy like all boys his age, and was private tutored outside of it by a family friend though it still cost a pretty penny but they had the money, and it served a dual purpose. It kept Shoji busy so his parents could work and play on their own accord, using his trainer as a babysitter of sorts. One night after training, he arrived home to find nobody there. He had nothing to do and was tired, so he decided to read a book before he went to bed. Not a whole one mind you, but enough to make him sleepy as reading often had. The book he picked out was older than the rest, the binding wasn't the best but it had a new page smell as if it wasn't opened when it was bought, but tucked away like some sort of pack rat just bought it to have it. 'The Drunken Immortal', the tales in the book captivated Shoji. He imagined being in this mans shoes, doing the things hes done, fighting as he had. His head was full of whimsy. How had he never heard of this legend before? His parents were in the booze making business for Jashin sakes!
The next time he had a training appointment with his private tutor, he brought the book along without telling his parents. He would present it to the teacher and ask to be taught how to fight as this man had fought, and to explain how this man thought and what brought him to do the things he did. He wanted to BE the drunken immortal of legend. The teacher saw the spark of someone who wanted to learn and it lit him up inside, but alas he was not versed in the style this boy wished to learn. So he would decline Shoji and go about teaching the boy the basics while he waited for the arrival of an old friend, the closest thing to a drunken master to arrive. Shoji would be surprised sessions later when the man would make himself known, looking like a homeless man. It was underwhelming and caused great concern for him, would this be his teacher? This man looked like he couldn't even read let alone teach. Alas that feeling wouldn't last as he proved his worth fast, putting Shoji through the toughest training of his life. By the end of his academy run, he had gotten the basics of the art down. He had adapted his masters nindo as well, making it a point to not be in the lime light. The entire art he was learning was based around being seen as no threat. So when his chakra symbol was applied to become a Gennin, it was a Kanji for worthless. He would make up a sad story for anyone who saw it and asked why.
Chapter II:
Becoming the Unwanted
He was now a Gennin, his parents celebrated by throwing him a party and inviting his student friends. There he tried his first real drink. The entire time he had been training in secret, he had done so sober. The technique came before the weapon as it where. He and a few friends snuck into the basement of his house, a wine cellar, and had partook in the party favors below. It was a taste he enjoyed a bit too much, and after having over endulged, ended up throwing up all over his class mates. Of course this didn't settle well with them and they split leaving him alone. In the days to follow he began to see the drunken master without his tutor, for free as the tutor was no longer needed for the boy as he'd passed the academy exams. However his training was far from over. Once he arrived at the location they always met, the man sat on a big chest. "What's this?" Shoji asked inquisitively and the man smiled big, his terribly kept teeth showing. "I've taught you the technique, the last part of the training will be the hardest. You must shed your bond to the past." he said popping open the trunk. Inside was a series of clothes, all rather poor looking. "Shed your clothes and gear and with it your bonds. Once you place them in the chest they must never leave. You will remove the clothes inside and with it become the you, that you're meant to be. You can't return home if you choose to continue here."
Shoji lowered his head to the floor and contemplated. His parents raised him and gave him things, but it was all just a band-aid. They weren't home ever, and wouldn't pay him any attention, preferring to pay others to pay him attention. He also thought of his academy friends, how they looked at him when they saw him drunk. It wasn't about the drinking but what the immortal meant to him. It meant power, independence, freedom. He lifted his head with a solid resolve and stripped down, replacing his clothes with the moth ball-smelling clothes inside, tossing his duds in the chest and it slamming closed, a locking mechanism turning inside. "Now go forth and live your new life. Evolve the style in your own way, and take this with you as a symbol of your new beginning." the drunk said with a happy tone, tossing him a silver flask with booze in it. He then lifted the chest onto his shoulder and stumbled off into the day. Shoji popped the cap off the flask and lifted it in the air, a self toast to the man who'd trained him and to himself for becoming the unwanted. He'd tip it back and take a chug, placing the cap back on and going into a coughing fit. It was way stronger than anything his parents had on tap.
Chapter III:
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Chapter IV:
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Chapter IV:
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