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Name: Ketsueki Jogaimo
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 6'0"
Eye color: Blood red
Hair color: Black/Dark grey
|Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 6'0"
Eye color: Blood red
Hair color: Black/Dark grey
IC Rank: Jounin
OOC Rank: A-rank
Core Ability: Chakra Attuned
Contract: None
[/col]OOC Rank: A-rank
Core Ability: Chakra Attuned
Contract: None
[legend="[size=5][anchor=Des]Description[/anchor][/size]"]Mental: For the most part Jagaimo is sane, the only problems he has are his obsession with blood. He tries his best to stay happy and calm now, afraid that getting angry would put everyone in danger. It doesn't take much to make him angry, however. Once he's consumed by his hatred he thinks of nothing but blood and death. Besides that he's a nice guy who tries his best to help people, including his adopted mother who he still lives with in Iwa. He cares about the village, but acts like he doesn't want friends because he doesn't want people around him. He wishes to have friends still, though his social skills are a bit off which makes it harder for him. Because of this he has decided to just keep people away from him.
Physical: http://www.zerochan.net/Shin+%28AMNESIA%29?p=1
Jagaimo is slightly tall, reaching 6'0" on a good day. His hair is medium length, black, and usually kept tidy. His eyes are a dark red, like the color of blood. He's not incredibly strong physically, but his muscles are toned and he wears a lot of dark clothes. This includes clothes the color of a dark blood red. He wears his shinobi headband around his waist as a belt, and his sword sits to his left side.[/legend]
History
He was given to a family in Iwagakure to be raised as their own, though they were never informed that his family believed him to be a murderous baby. Of course, after that day there were no incidents in his new family and they decided to keep his adoption a secret. He was raised as a semi-normal boy, despite the quick realization about his bloodlust. They kept him in check, and away from sharp objects, and eventually he was old enough to join the academy to become a shinobi like his adopted parents. They thought this might keep him distracted, and fulfill his lust with combat. It only drove it to further levels.
None of this meant anything to Jagaimo, he continued to focus on his ninjutsu and chakra training. He felt attuned to his chakra, it began to feel as good as his feelings about blood. He thought he was over that, but there was a moment with he changed. It was an attack on his family, specifically his adopted father. He heard a yell coming from inside his house as he arrived from training one day, his curiosity drove him to run inside to witness his own father's blade slice his throat by a stranger. As he entered the man turned to face Jagaimo and though his only saw his face for a moment he thought it looked like him. The man disappeared through the kitchen window, dropping the blade next to his dying father.
" Jagai…mo…"
It was one word, his father's final word. Jagaimo snatched up the sword and leapt through the window after this stranger. He had snapped, he had decided he was going to let out his bloodlust now. He was going to kill this man for what he had done. However, upon catching up to him he found he couldn't do it. He was right, the man did look like him. If he wasn't him he would have thought it was him standing in front of him. He dropped the sword, confused as to what was going on. He, the other him, grinned and began walking closer to him.
"Stay away from me." Jagaimo muttered, shaking from frustration and anger. Frustration because he couldn't get himself to kill this man and anger because the man who killed his father looked just like him.
"I am you, Jagaimo." Jagaimo's teeth felt like they would explode as he pressed his jaw tighter. "At least it seems that way, hn? Why did you kill your father?"
"I'll destroy you!" Jagaimo's anger poured out of him, an aura of hatred surrounded him. It was his chakra, blood red chakra surrounding his body and emitting a pressure that even the stranger in front of him could feel from quite a distance. Jagaimo picked up the sword and lunged at the man, holding it in his right hand and performing half a seal with his left. This made the man laugh for a second, but Jagaimo's hunch stood true and a jutsu seemingly made of pure chakra came out of nowhere.
"What? This shouldn’t be possible, you've never been able to do that." His eye widened, not in fear but in wonder. The jutsu smashed where he was but the man was gone, moved behind Jagaimo who turned around swiftly to face him.
"You killed my father. You've awakened a power inside me, I can feel it coursing through my body. This anger I feel, this hatred that's never been felt by my chakra before. It knows I want to kill you, so it's… giving me a hand." Of course Jagaimo didn't actually understand what was going on, he was making assumptions. He had great control over his own chakra, but that wasn't what caused this. The power was already inside him, helping him increase his training. These new feelings of pure hatred and homicidal thoughts made the dam give way.
"You can't kill me you fool!" The sword was already at the man's throat, but just as it was about to go through the man was gone again. "I am you." He was gone for good after that. Jagaimo let out a powerful yell as his aura surged. He couldn't deal with the fact that his father's killer got away, he now had a reason to get stronger and move through the ranks. He was going to find this man and cut him into pieces.
As the chuunin exams started to get closer and closer Jagaimo found himself becoming isolated from his friends. He was focused on training, learning to use his inner power with taijutsu skills. Being able to focus chakra into one hand for hand seals was convenient, but he felt like there should be more he could do. He didn't want to stop until he had mastered this inner power of his. As the chuunin exam grew nearer he found himself at the academy in the middle of the night. He sat there thinking about his past, and then even more about his future. This was where it started, his path to becoming a powerful shinobi.
"I apologize, I thought I saw something outside…" The proctor didn't respond, he placed a paper down on the desk and moved on. It was a test, a simple test that tried to get a better since of who the person was. He faked his way through it, giving the answers he felt they wanted. After he was done he turned it in and left the room to wait with the other participants before the second round.
" Jagaimo-chan," a female approached him as he left the room. It was someone that Jagaimo knew, but he couldn't remember her name. "It's Iya, remember?" That was convenient.
"Yeah, hey there, Iya." He acted like he remembered her just to be polite. He didn't care to talk to anyone at the moment but he didn't want to be rude.
"I just wanted to wish you good luck, I can tell you don't want to talk. You've been distracted lately… But yeah, good luck and all that." She gave a slight wave as she moved away to go talk with the other participants. Leaving Jagaimo by himself on the other side of the room until the final participant entered the room.
"Hello," A voice came over a speaker in the room. No one recognized it, it wasn't the proctor. "Goodbye!" The voice was cheerful and ominous. Then the floor fell as if on a hinge, everyone fell into a pit. Before they knew what was happening the floor returned to its normal position. No one knew what was going on but they all assumed that it was part of the exam so they went with it. That's when it happened, torches lit up along the wall revealing one of the participants dead. Blood came from a large wound in his neck, it poured onto the ground and formed a puddle at Jagaimo's feet.
"What's going on here?" It was the Iya girl, Jagaimo stepped away from the body. His old self was starting to bubble, all the blood on the floor made him start to get excited. He held it back, but it was difficult. A pathway was revealed as more torches were lit. Jagaimo immediately ran down it to get away from the blood and to find whoever did this. Iya followed closely behind, and the others left after seeing her follow. No one could see the face of their leader, Jagaimo's face was furious and concerned.
"Whoever you are, come out now!" He yelled blindly as he followed the path until he ended up in the room with the dead body again. "Is it just a circle?" He grabbed his sword hilt and pulled it out of its sheath, holding it in front of himself. At that moment Iya and the other participants arrived, and immediately they noticed the same thing he did. They still were hoping it was part of the exam but Jagaimo couldn't believe it was true. Another voice came over speakers within their new walls.
"Jagaimo, you have a strange hatred about you. One that I believe I can work with quite well."
"Who are you?" Jagaimo yelled at the top of his lungs.
"You don't remember?" In a flash he was there, standing in front of them. Jagaimo has grown a little more since then, and it seemed so had the stranger. He still resembled Jagaimo to a tee. "I'm the man who killed your father."
"He killed your father? He looks… Like you." Iya was in shock, not knowing how to handle this news.
"And now you've killed a participant of the Chuunin exam?" Jagaimo trembled out of anger, but also fear.
"There never was a Chuunin exam, this was orchestrated by me. I sent the letters inviting you to the exam, I set up this building to trap you here. I planned on killing you all the entire time…" Jagaimo's eyes widened slightly. "…Except for you, Jagaimo. I have plans for you."
He lunged, going straight for Iya's throat with a drawn sword. Jagaimo barely had time to respond to this, he got his sword in position to block just in time. As soon as his sword struck Jagaimo's he brought it back and jumped away to the wall where he pushed himself off towards the others. With a maniacal laugh following which made Jagaimo shutter. Iya didn't hesitate this time, ice rose up from the ground before the others and the stranger. They were rectangles of ice, blocking the stranger's path. They started appearing all along the wall and around Jagaimo who was now running towards the stranger. They also appeared on top and bottom, forming all around.
"What is this nonsense? Where did that bitch go?" The stranger was frustrated now, it seemed he didn't have an answer for everything.
"I'm in the mirrors," Iya's voice seemed to echo inside the enclosure. As Jagaimo began to exchange blows with him she explained his predicament. "I am a Haku, I have hidden within these mirrors and trapped you here. You will not escape."
"GYuuuaaggggaaa!" The yell made Jagaimo make a slight retreat. The other him was forming energy at his mouth, it was something he had never seen before. It was an unknown move. There was something wrong about this guy. Suddenly he sent a beam flying from his mouth, but Iya was on it. Jagaimo was standing against the mirrors where the path continues, she made them open and came out from under Jagaimo to push him out. She quickly closed the mirrors and it blocked the blast.
"Gyuuuaahhh!" It seemed his attack failing just served to piss him off. He started charging the attack again.
"Iya, open the mirrors!" She did as she was told, opening the mirrors just as Jagaimo finished hand seals for a move, but what came of it was not what Iya expected. It didn't look like a normal jutsu, it looked like pure chakra. It was blood red and surrounded the inside of the mirrors perfectly. Jagaimo ran inside and Iya closed the mirrors, the stranger stopped charging his blast as a gash opened on his right arm. Jagaimo was moving quickly, some jutsu he had performed before entering the room. He needed the speed now, he swung repeatedly. Iya joined in, appearing from nearby mirrors.
"I will end you for what you've done!" As Jagaimo prepared to perform Zantetsuken he thought he saw the man grin. The attack landed with more precision than normal, as if he didn't want to dodge. The attack went straight through the heart and the man's body split in half. It fell the floor and changed form. This form didn't look like Jagaimo, the face was a complete stranger. Jagaimo assumed the form was a transformation, he made himself look like Jagaimo. He was a mad man.
"He's dead…" Jagaimo fell to his knees in between the two sides of the man's body. The ice mirrors disappeared and Iya came out to stand behind Jagaimo who just stayed there motionless for the moment.
"Jagaimo…?" He fell into the puddle of blood and laid there. "Jagaimo!" She turned him over and his eyes were open. There were many cuts on his body from the fight with the stranger, but they had been ripped open more by the use of the red haze technique. Iya thought he was dying, but in truth he was in heaven. His body was now covered in blood. His own blood and the blood of the man who killed his father. It was bliss.
Physical: http://www.zerochan.net/Shin+%28AMNESIA%29?p=1
Jagaimo is slightly tall, reaching 6'0" on a good day. His hair is medium length, black, and usually kept tidy. His eyes are a dark red, like the color of blood. He's not incredibly strong physically, but his muscles are toned and he wears a lot of dark clothes. This includes clothes the color of a dark blood red. He wears his shinobi headband around his waist as a belt, and his sword sits to his left side.[/legend]
History
Origins
Born and raised
His name is Ketsueki Jagaimo, but he hasn't always been. He was born to a family in Maruishi under normal circumstances, but it didn't take long for his family to realize he was a pain in the butt. Worse than that, he was never exactly sane. Even as a baby he had a fascination for blood; touching it, looking at it, rolling around in it… The death of his mother sparked his father to give him up for adoption barely a year after his birth. He was found sitting in a pool of his mother's blood, and it was believed that he killed her despite how absolutely ridiculous that sounds for a baby to kill a full grown adult.Born and raised
He was given to a family in Iwagakure to be raised as their own, though they were never informed that his family believed him to be a murderous baby. Of course, after that day there were no incidents in his new family and they decided to keep his adoption a secret. He was raised as a semi-normal boy, despite the quick realization about his bloodlust. They kept him in check, and away from sharp objects, and eventually he was old enough to join the academy to become a shinobi like his adopted parents. They thought this might keep him distracted, and fulfill his lust with combat. It only drove it to further levels.
Crazy is as crazy does
Academy life
In the academy Jagaimo meet quite a few people. He made friends but only with other weirdoes, the majority of his class stayed away from him because he actively talked about his love of blood. It freaked people out. During a fight with one of the other students about this very thing, Jagaimo decided it might be good to hide his bloodlust. He began focusing on learning ninjutsu, staying away from Taijutsu and trying to make up for who he "was" but it was just a façade. On the inside his lust only grew, the more he tried to hide it the more he wanted to let it show. He didn't, though. He kept it locked inside for years to come.Academy life
Genin schenin
Ranking up and Chakra Attuned application
Jagaimo never cared much for increasing through the ranks of Shinobi, he only practiced his skills to keep him from reverting back to who he was. At the time of the genin exam he had managed to make everyone forget about the old him, and had become pretty outgoing. He didn't want to lose the friends he had made so he took the exam just to keep up with them. If you asked him about his genin exam he'd tell you he didn't remember, he was mostly phased out during the entire event. He didn't care about passing, he figured he'd just take the next exam. He passed, however, and made it to the next level with his friends.Ranking up and Chakra Attuned application
None of this meant anything to Jagaimo, he continued to focus on his ninjutsu and chakra training. He felt attuned to his chakra, it began to feel as good as his feelings about blood. He thought he was over that, but there was a moment with he changed. It was an attack on his family, specifically his adopted father. He heard a yell coming from inside his house as he arrived from training one day, his curiosity drove him to run inside to witness his own father's blade slice his throat by a stranger. As he entered the man turned to face Jagaimo and though his only saw his face for a moment he thought it looked like him. The man disappeared through the kitchen window, dropping the blade next to his dying father.
" Jagai…mo…"
It was one word, his father's final word. Jagaimo snatched up the sword and leapt through the window after this stranger. He had snapped, he had decided he was going to let out his bloodlust now. He was going to kill this man for what he had done. However, upon catching up to him he found he couldn't do it. He was right, the man did look like him. If he wasn't him he would have thought it was him standing in front of him. He dropped the sword, confused as to what was going on. He, the other him, grinned and began walking closer to him.
"Stay away from me." Jagaimo muttered, shaking from frustration and anger. Frustration because he couldn't get himself to kill this man and anger because the man who killed his father looked just like him.
"I am you, Jagaimo." Jagaimo's teeth felt like they would explode as he pressed his jaw tighter. "At least it seems that way, hn? Why did you kill your father?"
"I'll destroy you!" Jagaimo's anger poured out of him, an aura of hatred surrounded him. It was his chakra, blood red chakra surrounding his body and emitting a pressure that even the stranger in front of him could feel from quite a distance. Jagaimo picked up the sword and lunged at the man, holding it in his right hand and performing half a seal with his left. This made the man laugh for a second, but Jagaimo's hunch stood true and a jutsu seemingly made of pure chakra came out of nowhere.
"What? This shouldn’t be possible, you've never been able to do that." His eye widened, not in fear but in wonder. The jutsu smashed where he was but the man was gone, moved behind Jagaimo who turned around swiftly to face him.
"You killed my father. You've awakened a power inside me, I can feel it coursing through my body. This anger I feel, this hatred that's never been felt by my chakra before. It knows I want to kill you, so it's… giving me a hand." Of course Jagaimo didn't actually understand what was going on, he was making assumptions. He had great control over his own chakra, but that wasn't what caused this. The power was already inside him, helping him increase his training. These new feelings of pure hatred and homicidal thoughts made the dam give way.
"You can't kill me you fool!" The sword was already at the man's throat, but just as it was about to go through the man was gone again. "I am you." He was gone for good after that. Jagaimo let out a powerful yell as his aura surged. He couldn't deal with the fact that his father's killer got away, he now had a reason to get stronger and move through the ranks. He was going to find this man and cut him into pieces.
Demons Return
Chuunin Exam
Training. After his adopted father's death that's all there was. He began to train with his father's sword despite his mother's insistence that revenge wasn't the answer. All he knew was blood, he wanted the blood of the man who killed his father. Though at the point in his life he still didn't know he was adopted, so he didn't know about his birth mother's death and being sent away as a child. His adopted mother wanted to tell him, she never wanted to keep it a secret, but she felt it would just make things worse. Chuunin Exam
As the chuunin exams started to get closer and closer Jagaimo found himself becoming isolated from his friends. He was focused on training, learning to use his inner power with taijutsu skills. Being able to focus chakra into one hand for hand seals was convenient, but he felt like there should be more he could do. He didn't want to stop until he had mastered this inner power of his. As the chuunin exam grew nearer he found himself at the academy in the middle of the night. He sat there thinking about his past, and then even more about his future. This was where it started, his path to becoming a powerful shinobi.
~~~~~
"Welcome to the Chuunin examinations. Currently there are eight participants, each of you will be competing to show your competence in the shinobi arts and to acquire the rank of chuunin." The room was silent except for the proctor, he was explaining the exam while Jagaimo stared at the window. He could see his reflection, but it seemed odd. Then, the reflection winked at him just as the proctor smacked his hand down on the desk he was sitting at. His attention was drawn up at the man standing in front of him."I apologize, I thought I saw something outside…" The proctor didn't respond, he placed a paper down on the desk and moved on. It was a test, a simple test that tried to get a better since of who the person was. He faked his way through it, giving the answers he felt they wanted. After he was done he turned it in and left the room to wait with the other participants before the second round.
" Jagaimo-chan," a female approached him as he left the room. It was someone that Jagaimo knew, but he couldn't remember her name. "It's Iya, remember?" That was convenient.
"Yeah, hey there, Iya." He acted like he remembered her just to be polite. He didn't care to talk to anyone at the moment but he didn't want to be rude.
"I just wanted to wish you good luck, I can tell you don't want to talk. You've been distracted lately… But yeah, good luck and all that." She gave a slight wave as she moved away to go talk with the other participants. Leaving Jagaimo by himself on the other side of the room until the final participant entered the room.
"Hello," A voice came over a speaker in the room. No one recognized it, it wasn't the proctor. "Goodbye!" The voice was cheerful and ominous. Then the floor fell as if on a hinge, everyone fell into a pit. Before they knew what was happening the floor returned to its normal position. No one knew what was going on but they all assumed that it was part of the exam so they went with it. That's when it happened, torches lit up along the wall revealing one of the participants dead. Blood came from a large wound in his neck, it poured onto the ground and formed a puddle at Jagaimo's feet.
"What's going on here?" It was the Iya girl, Jagaimo stepped away from the body. His old self was starting to bubble, all the blood on the floor made him start to get excited. He held it back, but it was difficult. A pathway was revealed as more torches were lit. Jagaimo immediately ran down it to get away from the blood and to find whoever did this. Iya followed closely behind, and the others left after seeing her follow. No one could see the face of their leader, Jagaimo's face was furious and concerned.
"Whoever you are, come out now!" He yelled blindly as he followed the path until he ended up in the room with the dead body again. "Is it just a circle?" He grabbed his sword hilt and pulled it out of its sheath, holding it in front of himself. At that moment Iya and the other participants arrived, and immediately they noticed the same thing he did. They still were hoping it was part of the exam but Jagaimo couldn't believe it was true. Another voice came over speakers within their new walls.
"Jagaimo, you have a strange hatred about you. One that I believe I can work with quite well."
"Who are you?" Jagaimo yelled at the top of his lungs.
"You don't remember?" In a flash he was there, standing in front of them. Jagaimo has grown a little more since then, and it seemed so had the stranger. He still resembled Jagaimo to a tee. "I'm the man who killed your father."
"He killed your father? He looks… Like you." Iya was in shock, not knowing how to handle this news.
"And now you've killed a participant of the Chuunin exam?" Jagaimo trembled out of anger, but also fear.
"There never was a Chuunin exam, this was orchestrated by me. I sent the letters inviting you to the exam, I set up this building to trap you here. I planned on killing you all the entire time…" Jagaimo's eyes widened slightly. "…Except for you, Jagaimo. I have plans for you."
He lunged, going straight for Iya's throat with a drawn sword. Jagaimo barely had time to respond to this, he got his sword in position to block just in time. As soon as his sword struck Jagaimo's he brought it back and jumped away to the wall where he pushed himself off towards the others. With a maniacal laugh following which made Jagaimo shutter. Iya didn't hesitate this time, ice rose up from the ground before the others and the stranger. They were rectangles of ice, blocking the stranger's path. They started appearing all along the wall and around Jagaimo who was now running towards the stranger. They also appeared on top and bottom, forming all around.
"What is this nonsense? Where did that bitch go?" The stranger was frustrated now, it seemed he didn't have an answer for everything.
"I'm in the mirrors," Iya's voice seemed to echo inside the enclosure. As Jagaimo began to exchange blows with him she explained his predicament. "I am a Haku, I have hidden within these mirrors and trapped you here. You will not escape."
"GYuuuaaggggaaa!" The yell made Jagaimo make a slight retreat. The other him was forming energy at his mouth, it was something he had never seen before. It was an unknown move. There was something wrong about this guy. Suddenly he sent a beam flying from his mouth, but Iya was on it. Jagaimo was standing against the mirrors where the path continues, she made them open and came out from under Jagaimo to push him out. She quickly closed the mirrors and it blocked the blast.
"Gyuuuaahhh!" It seemed his attack failing just served to piss him off. He started charging the attack again.
"Iya, open the mirrors!" She did as she was told, opening the mirrors just as Jagaimo finished hand seals for a move, but what came of it was not what Iya expected. It didn't look like a normal jutsu, it looked like pure chakra. It was blood red and surrounded the inside of the mirrors perfectly. Jagaimo ran inside and Iya closed the mirrors, the stranger stopped charging his blast as a gash opened on his right arm. Jagaimo was moving quickly, some jutsu he had performed before entering the room. He needed the speed now, he swung repeatedly. Iya joined in, appearing from nearby mirrors.
"I will end you for what you've done!" As Jagaimo prepared to perform Zantetsuken he thought he saw the man grin. The attack landed with more precision than normal, as if he didn't want to dodge. The attack went straight through the heart and the man's body split in half. It fell the floor and changed form. This form didn't look like Jagaimo, the face was a complete stranger. Jagaimo assumed the form was a transformation, he made himself look like Jagaimo. He was a mad man.
"He's dead…" Jagaimo fell to his knees in between the two sides of the man's body. The ice mirrors disappeared and Iya came out to stand behind Jagaimo who just stayed there motionless for the moment.
"Jagaimo…?" He fell into the puddle of blood and laid there. "Jagaimo!" She turned him over and his eyes were open. There were many cuts on his body from the fight with the stranger, but they had been ripped open more by the use of the red haze technique. Iya thought he was dying, but in truth he was in heaven. His body was now covered in blood. His own blood and the blood of the man who killed his father. It was bliss.
~~~~~
Jagaimo came to his senses a couple of days later in the hospital. Iya was there by his side, she informed him of everything that happened after he passed out in the tunnel. She contacted the ANBU and they made records of everything that happened, the threat of the stranger and his death. She said they were relieved that the killer of Jagaimo's father was dead, he was a well-respected member of the community and older Shinobi knew him and a lot grew up with him. The news of what happened from Iya and the other participants of the false Chuunin exam put Jagaimo and Iya as the true heroes, and they were ranked up to Jounin for their display of power against an A-rank enemy.