Stats:
Agi: 300
Stam: 300
Nin: 313
Tai: 300
Gen: 300
Cc: 300
Pl:1813
Custom class
65 hp
35 cp
Class bonus: +20% wind dmg, +5% nin dmg
High: nin acc
Mid: evasion, gen save, gen dc
Low: melee acc, ranged acc
-jutsu-
~Earth~
E rank:
Gravel shift R1 to m
D Rank:
Mud Clone R1 to M
~Sand~
C rank:
Desert deflection R1 to M
Sand Stars R1 to M
B rank:
Sand coffin R1 to M
Sand shower R1 to M
A Rank
Desert tendril unleash R1 to M
~Wind~
E Rank:
Pressure burst R1 to M
Wind slash R1 to M
D rank:
Shredding touch R1 to M
Whirlwind spin R1 to M
Air bullet r1 to M
C rank:
Wind scythe r1 to M
Gale force R1 to M
B rank:
Great wind scythe r1 to M
Wind scar r1 to M
A rank:
Ambience of the forbidden r1 to M
Zephyr's grace r1 to M
--Abilities--
Teamwork
Bloody mess
Jutsu Creator
Quick Reaction
Duelist
Human Anatomy
Clarity
Deflection
Combat instinct
Jutsu mastery
Acrobatic
~~~History~~~
As a young shinobi Login showed great promise despite growing up alone. He had been sent to the academy and on the day he would take his genin exam, his parents packed and fled without him. He took his whole exam shining through, waiting for the moment he could tell his parents he had done something praiseworthy. He had become a genin. As fate would have it, the boy ran smiling and cheering, headband in hand, to an empty home.
Devastation and grief quickly swept over him and wrapped him in its cold embrace. He would spent that night and many nights of the coming months crying himself to sleep in what felt like a hollow ghost of a building. In the daylight he steeled himself to the emotions. He was just as exemplary, but cold. It was calculated, every motion and reaction, and cold as ice. Every action seemed to flow from an almost entirely detached catalyst. This sort of life carried on into the days of his chuunin exam.
Just the day before this, he found himself on,the training ground. His squad mates were there but he didn't usually think of them much. When he did it was almost solely on mission scenarios and probabilities, or of their ability and disposition as to effectively cooperate. They were apt and capable ninja who were developing right along their schedules. Something Koton noted as a major discerning factor in their differences. His schedule was just ahead of theirs, and that was all there was to say on the matter.
He felt more of a peership from their senesei if anyone. A jounin, though that didn't mean much to him, he felt that he would be on par with the man he saw in days nearer than far.
The chuunin exam was going alright, but Koton was displeased with their progress. He felt slowed down,by his so called teammates now more than ever. In a brash motion he split off from the group, deciding he would get ahead and take care of things himself ahead of time. This was a great idea to him, until the ambush. Two squads of enemies from nowhere, and they had the jump on him. He was pinned down on no time, and was nearing the end when his squad arrived. They pushed the enemy back enough to free him, and began yelling at him.
His squad mates managed to open the door to the side of him that ran away with his parents. He smiled, Mid battle, thanks to their words of scolding and inspiration. The conflict they were in ended shortly, as koton had become more than he had believed himself capable of. With expert timing of a freightning nature, he manipulated the sand around him to obliterate the opposition in moments.
The rest of the exam flowed flawlessly together as the newly revived sunaku pressed forward, carving a path for his squad mates, leading them to the completion of their objective. The performance displayed had put koton under the observation of an anonymous 'higher up' who shortly thereafter recommended he be evaluated for a jounin ranking. The following trial was one Koton made an impression in. He was sent to intercept an enemy transport, it's cargo being an intelligence report, and return with the documents.
Taking up position along the route of the caravan, some intelligence that had been gathered lead to believe this was the prime opportunity, the Sunaku hid himself in the earth alongside the road. Once under he began carefully directing his chakra through the earth and sand to set his trap, ensuring his plan would play out perfectly.
He expertly halted the caravans movement with covert sand manipulation; slightly tilting the wheel to snap the axel. As the infranty began to investigate this, they simultaneously found themselves being bound and engulfed by the earth. This was when Koton emurged from cover, entered the caravan and retrieved the report. Quickly exitting, he would hold the jutsu until he was physically could not hold it over the distance he covered. No soul had seen not heard him and he had returned with the goods.
With his jounin vest koton now had a full sense of accomplishment. He wondered how his parents would think of the fact their son was a jounin; or if the thought of him at all.
Description: Koton stands at a solid six foot two, weighing in at approximately one hundred and eighty five pounds. With a toned athletic build befitting a ninja, casually he is found in some white pants with any random shirt and his favorite white jacket. On missions he wears a black ninja suit with half mask, his jounin vest, varying dark patterned cargo pants, and an open black trench coat. The cargo pants have an almost ridiculous amount of pockets and pouches, filled with shuriken and kunai, along with paper tags and scrolls.The trench coat is, quite like the cargo pants, widely laden with pockets carrying an assorted small arsenal of personal weaponry. He has an open and light outlook on the word. An intellectual and profound thinker, he is often unintentionally removed from casual settings or events, simply getting lost within the inner machinations of just about anything his mind desires. with a relaxed, if some what lazy nature. He values friendship as well as strength and wisdom. As a kind soul, he would rather avoid killing his enemies, but his drive and determination will easily overcome that at a moment's notice. He is in fact a smoker, having picked up the habit shortmy after becoming chuunin, he smokes about a pack a day. He doesn't feel it's effected his abilities so he sees no harm in it, no reason to quit really.
Agi: 300
Stam: 300
Nin: 313
Tai: 300
Gen: 300
Cc: 300
Pl:1813
Custom class
65 hp
35 cp
Class bonus: +20% wind dmg, +5% nin dmg
High: nin acc
Mid: evasion, gen save, gen dc
Low: melee acc, ranged acc
-jutsu-
~Earth~
E rank:
Gravel shift R1 to m
D Rank:
Mud Clone R1 to M
~Sand~
C rank:
Desert deflection R1 to M
Sand Stars R1 to M
B rank:
Sand coffin R1 to M
Sand shower R1 to M
A Rank
Desert tendril unleash R1 to M
~Wind~
E Rank:
Pressure burst R1 to M
Wind slash R1 to M
D rank:
Shredding touch R1 to M
Whirlwind spin R1 to M
Air bullet r1 to M
C rank:
Wind scythe r1 to M
Gale force R1 to M
B rank:
Great wind scythe r1 to M
Wind scar r1 to M
A rank:
Ambience of the forbidden r1 to M
Zephyr's grace r1 to M
--Abilities--
Teamwork
Bloody mess
Jutsu Creator
Quick Reaction
Duelist
Human Anatomy
Clarity
Deflection
Combat instinct
Jutsu mastery
Acrobatic
~~~History~~~
As a young shinobi Login showed great promise despite growing up alone. He had been sent to the academy and on the day he would take his genin exam, his parents packed and fled without him. He took his whole exam shining through, waiting for the moment he could tell his parents he had done something praiseworthy. He had become a genin. As fate would have it, the boy ran smiling and cheering, headband in hand, to an empty home.
Devastation and grief quickly swept over him and wrapped him in its cold embrace. He would spent that night and many nights of the coming months crying himself to sleep in what felt like a hollow ghost of a building. In the daylight he steeled himself to the emotions. He was just as exemplary, but cold. It was calculated, every motion and reaction, and cold as ice. Every action seemed to flow from an almost entirely detached catalyst. This sort of life carried on into the days of his chuunin exam.
Just the day before this, he found himself on,the training ground. His squad mates were there but he didn't usually think of them much. When he did it was almost solely on mission scenarios and probabilities, or of their ability and disposition as to effectively cooperate. They were apt and capable ninja who were developing right along their schedules. Something Koton noted as a major discerning factor in their differences. His schedule was just ahead of theirs, and that was all there was to say on the matter.
He felt more of a peership from their senesei if anyone. A jounin, though that didn't mean much to him, he felt that he would be on par with the man he saw in days nearer than far.
The chuunin exam was going alright, but Koton was displeased with their progress. He felt slowed down,by his so called teammates now more than ever. In a brash motion he split off from the group, deciding he would get ahead and take care of things himself ahead of time. This was a great idea to him, until the ambush. Two squads of enemies from nowhere, and they had the jump on him. He was pinned down on no time, and was nearing the end when his squad arrived. They pushed the enemy back enough to free him, and began yelling at him.
His squad mates managed to open the door to the side of him that ran away with his parents. He smiled, Mid battle, thanks to their words of scolding and inspiration. The conflict they were in ended shortly, as koton had become more than he had believed himself capable of. With expert timing of a freightning nature, he manipulated the sand around him to obliterate the opposition in moments.
The rest of the exam flowed flawlessly together as the newly revived sunaku pressed forward, carving a path for his squad mates, leading them to the completion of their objective. The performance displayed had put koton under the observation of an anonymous 'higher up' who shortly thereafter recommended he be evaluated for a jounin ranking. The following trial was one Koton made an impression in. He was sent to intercept an enemy transport, it's cargo being an intelligence report, and return with the documents.
Taking up position along the route of the caravan, some intelligence that had been gathered lead to believe this was the prime opportunity, the Sunaku hid himself in the earth alongside the road. Once under he began carefully directing his chakra through the earth and sand to set his trap, ensuring his plan would play out perfectly.
He expertly halted the caravans movement with covert sand manipulation; slightly tilting the wheel to snap the axel. As the infranty began to investigate this, they simultaneously found themselves being bound and engulfed by the earth. This was when Koton emurged from cover, entered the caravan and retrieved the report. Quickly exitting, he would hold the jutsu until he was physically could not hold it over the distance he covered. No soul had seen not heard him and he had returned with the goods.
With his jounin vest koton now had a full sense of accomplishment. He wondered how his parents would think of the fact their son was a jounin; or if the thought of him at all.
Description: Koton stands at a solid six foot two, weighing in at approximately one hundred and eighty five pounds. With a toned athletic build befitting a ninja, casually he is found in some white pants with any random shirt and his favorite white jacket. On missions he wears a black ninja suit with half mask, his jounin vest, varying dark patterned cargo pants, and an open black trench coat. The cargo pants have an almost ridiculous amount of pockets and pouches, filled with shuriken and kunai, along with paper tags and scrolls.The trench coat is, quite like the cargo pants, widely laden with pockets carrying an assorted small arsenal of personal weaponry. He has an open and light outlook on the word. An intellectual and profound thinker, he is often unintentionally removed from casual settings or events, simply getting lost within the inner machinations of just about anything his mind desires. with a relaxed, if some what lazy nature. He values friendship as well as strength and wisdom. As a kind soul, he would rather avoid killing his enemies, but his drive and determination will easily overcome that at a moment's notice. He is in fact a smoker, having picked up the habit shortmy after becoming chuunin, he smokes about a pack a day. He doesn't feel it's effected his abilities so he sees no harm in it, no reason to quit really.