[Leaf] Oyochi -> [Merc] Kyourin (Free Rebirth)

[Moyamaru]

Old Character Name: Yukata Oyochi
Old Village/Missing: Leaf
OCR Type: Retire/Unretire
Last Known Where-abouts: Kirigakure
Old IC Rank: Head Jounin

New Character Name: Hyouton Kyourin
Preferred Username: Hyouton Kyourin
New Village/Missing: Mercenary
New BL/CA: Haku
Custom Class:

[u]Katai Heritage [V][/u]
[b]HP:[/b] (50+lvl) x stamina
[b]CP:[/b] (50+lvl) x chakra control
Class Bonus: Kinjutsu, +10% Ice Damage
[i]High:[/i] Ninjutsu Accuracy
[i]Average:[/i] Melee Accuracy, Genjutsu DC, Genjutsu Save, Evasion
[i]Low:[/i] Ranged Accuracy, Puppet Accuracy

Main Branch/ANBU/Med-Nin: Main
IC Rank: Jounin

Character Age: 42
Gender: Male
Sex: Male
Character's Physical Description:
❄ Kyourin has a medium build with a toned muscular structure, he works his body out consistently. Stands close to 6'7''
❄ He has eyes that look completely iced over, a trait picked from receiving a totem spirit.
❄ His skin tone is more along the lines of a dark caramel, borderline flirting with hazel.
❄ He has a visible scar across his eye which is discolored strangely to that of a sky blue against his caramel skin. It is a key marking which identifies him out of a crowd, if his height did not do that.
❄ His body is cold to the touch always. If his body becomes warm then he is usually stricken with a sickness.
❄ Depending on where he is, his breathing usually always results in the breath being visible as one would when breathing in the extreme cold. Even if it was humid and hot outside.
If he goes shirtless, his torso is completely covered in tribal tattoo markings. These tattoos are different from ordinary ones as they were made using a bone needle and ink made from coal which is repeatedly pecked into the skin. They are effectively black scar tattoos..

Character's Mental Description:
❄ Kyourin's mental strength has never been cracked even through the recent death of his son he maintains a stable mind. That is to not say that age and experiences have not molded how he handles some situations as now he is far from one to shrug things off. To put it in pun references he has developed a cold shoulder persona. Why not one to be easily riled, Kyourin when agitated can showcase intense aggression. Another scenario that may trigger this is if encounters anyone who desecrates the dead or is involved with manipulation of deceased people's souls which is fueled by his tribal background.

Multiple Personality Application: None
Character History (Also Ice Jinchu App):

Spoiler

11 years after the fall of Leaf City and the rebirth of Konohagakure, somewhere on the frozen landscape of Water Country.​

Standing before the mouth of the cavern which was eye opening expanse, Kyourin gently set a bundle upon the ground. The bundle itself was wrapped in layers of seal skin, bound together by thick pieces of thread along various seams. Pushed into the snow, the depression left beneath foretold that it's contents were not excessive in weight. Night had been fast approaching, a time where even the subzero temperatures would feel warm compared to a nighttime exposure to the elements. He would once again take the bundle into his possession, retreating further into the cavern mouth while staying within eye gaze of the outside world. Taking great care, he would nestle the bundle on top a rock pedestal, pressing his forehead against the package for a few seconds.

An audible crackling noise escapes into the open air as fluttering light filled the immediate area. Feeding the fire sections of broken twigs, his silenced glare into the dancing flames only highlighted a temporary detachment from reality. Memories of his past surfacing in the grips of being alone and isolated, with nothing but his thoughts to entertain. Playing through his mind like a video reel were all which had made him what he was, joyful moments alongside painful times. Through this it would be one connection to the past which provoked bodily response to his recollections, a gritting of his teeth and balling of both fist. There was growing anger and it was like his hair stood spiked before a sentient calm returned to his body.

Relinquishing himself to some sleep before the moon was to crest the night's sky, Kyourin lay motionless next to fire. It was not long before slumber and dreams descended upon the wayward Katai, dreams which were purposely altered by the spirits of the land. His form moved constantly in the time which slumber held him close, droplets of sweat forming along his brow showing the growing discomfort his dreams were putting upon his body. This was because here, in this place is where his underlying pain and coincidental revelation had intersected by will of his ancestors. Tonight would just not be about the Releasing ritual but also a return to what he had all but forsaken.

Taking hold of the fur cloak that gave a veil of secrecy to his body, the article of clothing was calmly slid over his torso and head to be thrown along the wayside, leaving the man standing before a gaping dark crevice in the Cavern. It had been exactly ten years to the day, that his destiny was for told by the tribe elder of the time and through the decade of growth and trials, his understanding only seemed to grow in what he was supposed to become. Standing there at the edge of the abyss, what faint light reached this area of the Caverns would have revealed that along his back was a tattoo that encompassed the entirety of visible skin. A symbol for what he belonged to in comparison to the spiritual world. Removing the small band that kept his hair bundled and controlled, his lengthy black hair was freed from it's prison and fell along his back and over his shoulders. The tattoo effectively disappearing beneath a blanket of hair. The last thing to be removed was what was left of his clothing which resulted in his form standing completely naked.

Reaching outwards over the crevice, his palm aglow from the moonlight which filtered into the cavern. His pupils remained in their narrowed state watching the lights dance and reflect against the ice covered stones religiously before his palm relaxed it's grip and fell to his side. Recovering a torch, a simple spark of flint rock caused fire to awaken from the torch and illuminate the cavern walls. Leaning over the side he felt his own weightlessness as the connection to the ground was no more and his form was descended into the deep after dropping the burning torch into the precipice. Catching himself numerous times along outstretching pieces of rocks to control his fall. It was less than a minute before he reached the bottom, where the remnants of the torch looked to be upon it's last breathing life but it had served it's use by allowing him to get down this far. Standing tall and straight as the last lingering embers died out, leaving him in absolute darkness in the cold, isolated reaches of the cavern, his eyes slowly closed. His body may have been without movement in the dark void but he was far from stagnant as if one was able to see chakra they would be confused as to see a film of his chakra beginning to form along the surface of his skin and funnel upwards into the air without stoppage. He was purposely relinquishing his chakra, an offering to both his ancestors and deity. This served also to bring his body to the peak of physical exhaustion and was how the Katai had always done this practice. It was do to the held belief that not until your body was returned to the way it was given to you, barren and weak, could your soul reawaken it's primal instincts.

The film of chakra had by now dwindled to a barely visible tint, his body experiencing intense exhaustion. It would feel to him that his very muscles were scraping at the skin around it to catch a breath. Balls of sweat dripped from his face, mixing with tears that were also shed from the growing pain from the cleansing, yet he stood there motionless until the last ounce of strength that was used to keep his body standing gave way. His form collapsed to the ground, pupils narrowly opened to no avail as in the darkness, seeing anything was next to impossible. Gasping as if a fish out of water, his fingertips twitched slightly as he laid there on the threshold understanding that he could die as others had been known to. When his pupils finally closed and his mind began to fade into the very darkness he laid in.

Darkness was a constant for him, even as his eyes slowly opened there was nothing to pick out as an image. It took his first few stable breaths to suddenly bring his mind back and for his nerves to catch up to the pain his body was suffering through. All at once his body started feeling as if it was screaming at him in pure rage, a pain that was caught in his throat disallowing any sound to flow from his lips. Rolling over, his form curled up as sweat surfaced along his skin and rolled to the ground while he was clawing at the earth for some sign of relief. Shaking vigorously his vocal cords finally allowed the release of what he was unable to get out before, and the chasm filled with the eerie pain filled screams of a man embraced by his journey. Reeling back and breathing heavily as his body was still being bombarded with pain, his vision began to see a lingering trace of an image standing in front of him. Unable to move now, his eyes did their best to make out what it was but before he lost touch with reality again he was certain he had seen a paw being placed along his chest though easily putting it off as an induced hallucination​

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He found himself flung out of his sleep, sitting upright and grasping his chest while trying to stabilize his breathing. Diverting both eyes to his slightly trembling palms it would not take long for him to realize it was just a dream. Though truthfully it was more of a recollection to his past when he was so much younger and in his assumption, ignorant to the world. It would not take long for him to dismiss his dream of the past, ever more showcasing his own detachment from what he was. Gazing out into the night's sky, clearly in view of the stars and moon Kyourin would stand. The moon had traveled close while he had slumbered and it was now time to perform his important task.

In the light of the fire he would remove the layers of furs and clothing which he had worn, something which normally he would not have needed. He was born into a tribe of people blessed with the powers of Ice which was bestowed upon them by their deity of creation. She did not have a specific name but was known simply as the -Móðir vor allra- (Mother of us all). With the lands plunged into a cold that was unnatural, even in such an outlying area as his people's distant isle had become incredibly chilled. For this obligation he would have to brace the cold and the ice which ran through his veins gave him ample resistance to braved it for enough time to do so. Void of clothing, the light licked at his skin which was covered in markings which were designed in flowing patterns of spirals. Taking hold of the bundle, which rested on a boulder and using a spare branch as a torch Kyourin would descend deeper into the cave.

Down winding paths did he go, at times with difficulty due to some narrow spaces which did not agree with his body size. It would not be long before the path opened up into a hollowed out section, flanked along the walls by pillars of stone. The area itself was questionable as even though he was within the cavern and none had been present before, in this room ice covered everything. There was but one opening other than the entrance, that being a fist sized hole in the ceiling which led all the way to the surface. Placing the torch upon the ground, the flame would be overtaken by the cold and flutter while he walked towards the center. There clearly different from the other formations within, was a depression which was carved with ringed terraces. He would place the bundle within this hole and once done it would be as if the air filled with somber emotions.

Removing the bindings on the bundle and unfurling the fabric left behind a group of human bones to remain uncovered. The bones were not that of some random individual but those of his son who had been killed fighting a war that was not his to fight, in lands which were not his to roam. Fetching from the area a rock sharp enough, Kyourin would without hesitation slice both arms from his forearm to his wrist. The blood which ran from his wounds would drip and pour over the bones, making a small pool underneath as more fell into the hole. His gaze seemed stared solely at the blood covered bones of his son, fingertips placing together before running down his head and smearing the crimson substance over his face.

"blóð okkar deildi í lífinu, fylgja sálina móður okkar í dauða. Undir augnaráð tungl tunglið taka hann inn í þig til að taka þátt eins og alla aðra sem hafa liðið hafa gert."

(Our blood shared in life, guide the soul to our mother in death. Under the gaze of the lunar moon take him into you to join as all others who have passed have done.)

He would press his head against the skull of his deceased son, far to strong willed to shed a tear in this moment. Lifting his head, the hole in the ceiling would flood with light from the moon which had moved into place. There would be the sound of hands slapping together as the blood which had rested at the bottom of the hole became flash frozen after suddenly surrounding the bones. The light from the moon which had made it's way into the chamber reflected somewhat and provided more light which exposed that the large room was filled with various collections of red ice. Each and every mound of red ice that rested in various parts of the room had bones frozen within. The area was a burial chamber for his tribe, a place where their dead joined their ancestors in eternal embrace of Ice.

With this completely, he'd take absolute care when resting his son's addition in a section of the room, raised atop a section of iced over stone. His breathing became shallow in this time as although blood had finally stopped pouring from the wounds, the cost of losing enough blood had began to take hold. This was the final step of honoring his son's death which was usually done to impart a father's totem into their son or a mother's into their daughter, however in this situation he would assume the mantle of his son's spirit totem. Feeling dazed, he would settle himself near the center of the room, placing what looked to be a collection of roots into his mouth and chewing slowly. The longer he chewed the roots, the further away from his pain he seemed to feel as the weight of his eye's finally caused them to close.

His eyes opened, quick to realize this world he was in was not his own. It was a haze of images, a smokey aura trailing from every surface including his own body. Floating there in a constant position in the air, unable to control his own form as it slowly rotated to a vertical stance. As soon as his body was standing up straight, his eyes widened suddenly as a large paw with menacing claws was already in a swiping motion towards his face. Shooting upwards, his palm cuffed his forehead as he was drenched in sweat, regardless of that fact that where he was had been a frozen crevice. He would roll over so that his body was on all fours, filled with exhaustion and deep cold. His teeth clentched, as he felt the deep cold from continued exposure to the elements and the disconnection to reality soon led to more darkness.

After minutes passed his eyes weakly opened, the darkness hiding the dark circles appearing beneath his pupils as fatigue and the cold had made it's mark upon his face. Finding his footing, he pulled his body up with an obvious struggle as it was due to the weakening of his body that his chakra levels were now dangerously low. Breathing heavily, his body leaned over as he coughed a bit through the darkness as the previous dream replayed through his mind and he wondered if this was another dream brought upon by the roots or was this his reality. When exactly he returned to the world of haze was unknown, however now colors started flowing from the surroundings as if a fine mist drifting away from morning dew. This time was different as his head turned and like before a paw swatted towards his face. Staring at the source, his pupils widened as in front of his being stood a rather large polar bear. It was not threatening as his eyes also realized that just beneath where he was once laying were two cubs playing as images against the ice. There would be a quick blink of his eyes and once opened the animals were completely gone. Still remaining there the polar bear would place a heavy paw against his chest and he would feel the weight of the animal which easily took the breath from his lungs. Time seemed the stand still as the creature's vestige started to disperse slowly. The markings from his own body glowing a light blue as the pattern danced along his skin and flowed onto that of the disappearing creature.

Opening his eyes once again, he could see his breath as he exhaled. He did not feel cold in this moment, even though he lay there void of clothing or at least material cloth. Initially ignored, Kyourin realized a cloak of chakra had all but embraced his form and flowed freely through the air. This was his son's totem which he now possessed as his inner spirit guide and it was not until now that he understood why. There was a time when he himself had his own totem but had long since became unattached to it's influence. It was only when he returned to this place of traditions and his ancestors did his body become a vessel again. The difference was that he no longer carried a totem specific to him but also one that was just as much part of his son. Standing fully, the chakra veil would relinquish it's hold upon his body, fading completely and leaving him alone though with a symbol of the rituals completion.
A seal along his back glowed faintly while the surface of his skin became coated in a pale white hue as deep inside his body, a locked portion of his chakra reserves had been unleashed. His vocalization of understanding which came ins a single drawn out shout sealed the passing. The chakra would eject itself outwards before condensing for one last time within his body. The seal at this point no longer would have a glow to it. Kyourin would leave the chamber after paying his respects to his son and ancestors a final time. Once returned to the mouth of the cave, he'd be somewhat shocked to see that the night was still to young and that the moon had not moved much from when he first stepped inside. Finding himself within his clothing, he realize how much less was needed to ward off the cold feeling of the region. After chuckling at the thought, his sight did not stray from the stars above. The man had a revitalized sense of purpose again, though to what would yet to be seen.

Clan Request: None

Death/Retirement Thread: None
Old Profile: https://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=559&t=12066
Old Training: https://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=561&t=12067
Old Dojo: https://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=560&t=12068&p=240114#p240114

Special Usergroups: None, Retiring from both Contract and Leaf Council

Old Stats:
::Stamina:: 525 / 525
::Agility:: 525 / 525
::Taijutsu:: 385 / 525
::Ninjutsu:: 525 / 525
::Genjutsu:: 525 / 525
::Chakra Control:: 525 / 525
::Advanced Shop Points:: 0
::OOC Rank:: A Rank
::Stat Average:: 502
:ower Level:: 3015/3600

Old OOC Rank: S

Stat Cut: 0%

New Stats:
::Stamina:: 525 / 525
::Agility:: 525 / 525
::Taijutsu:: 435 / 525
::Ninjutsu:: 525 / 525
::Genjutsu:: 525 / 525
::Chakra Control:: 525 / 525
::Advanced Shop Points:: 0
::OOC Rank:: A Rank
::Stat Average:: 510
:ower Level:: 3065/3600
(Added 50 ASP from Refunds to stats)

New OOC Rank: S

Jutsu Mastery Swaps:

Keeping
E-Rank
Transformation R2
Body Switch R2
Grip R2

D-Rank
Cancel R2

C-Rank
Elemental Clone R2
Stunt Double R2

B-Rank[/b]
Rasengan R2

Refunding
[C] Mercury Poisoning R2 [10 ASP Refund]
[C] Sandstorm Veil R2 [10 ASP Refund]
[C] Desert Deflection R2 [10 ASP Refund]
[C] Roaring Combination R2 [10 ASP Refund]
[C] Paranoia R2 [10 ASP Refund]

Swapping to
E-Rank
Stone Bullet R2 -> Pressurized Mist R2
Gravel Shift R2 -> Pressure Burst R2
The One-Two R2 -> Full Toss R2
Thunderfist R2 -> Volley R2

D-Rank
Crystal Eye R2 -> Aqua Fang R2
Earth Flow River R2 -> Rinse Off R2
Sinkhole Fist R2 -> Shredding Touch R2
Electrocution R2 -> Air Bullet R2
Electroshock R2 -> Whirlwind Spin R2
4 Hit Combo R2 -> Muscle Control R2
[C] Molecular Collision R2 -> Brandish R2 [2 ASP Refund]
[C] Quality Break R2 -> Spirit Lantern R2 [2 Asp Refund]

C-Rank
Jutsu Sealing R2 -> Water Prison R2
One Element Sealing R2 -> Rain Dance R2
Barrier R2 -> Wind Release R2
Inner Earth Reflection Lure R2 -> Ice Shards R2
Earth Flow Wave R2 -> Frigid Ice Blast R2
Rock Golem R2 -> Hypothermic Touch R2
Earthen Coating R2 -> Chakra Extension R2
Dust Cloud R2 -> Shoryuken R2
Volt Charge R2 -> Demon Cloak Alpha R2 (Subject to approval)
Burst of Confetti R2 -> Demonic Burst R2 (Subject to approval)
Origami Shiwer R2 -> Demonic Howl R2 (Subject to approval)

B-Rank
Sand Coffin R2 -> Demon Cloak Omega (Subject to approval)
Energy Transfer R2 -> Mystical Pond R2
Leech Seal R2 -> Hydro Tidal Shockwave R2
Chakra Shield R2 -> Torrential Vortex R2
Chakra Blast R2 -> Wind Scar R2
Reinforced Wall R2 -> Vacuum Sphere R2
Infinite Abyss R2 -> Sphere Hand R2
Mystical Replication R2 -> Unbound R2
16 Hit Combo R2 -> Ice Transmutation R2
Advanced Clone R2 -> Snowflake Shuriken R2
Dust Assimilation R2 -> Crystalize R2
Chidori R2 -> Ice Prison R2

A-Rank
Nature's Guard R2 -> Menacing Blast R2 (Subject to approval)
Earthen Magnitude R2 -> Koorikan R2
Earthslide Wall R2 -> Subzero Purge R2
Tree Binding R2 -> Grand Hydra Evacuation R2

Name of any Contract you currently own:
None

Name of any Cursed Seals you currently own
- None

Name of Kinjutsu you own:
- Chimera

Still actively roleplaying in any other threads?
https://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=779&t=50428
I have permission to finish the event as Oyochi from Umashi.

 

[Shiruko Makoto]

Name: Mmk.
Rank: Character was a Mist nin previously; okay.
Class: Looks good.
BL: Haku, check.
Kinjutsu: Ice Jinchuu. Approved. Watch that grammar in future apps though.

Stats: Yes.
Jutsu Swaps: Approved. Do you want your yen too? I know you don't typically prefer to get more yen.

 

[Moyamaru]

I am fine without the yen. Please for the love of Maze, no yen.

 

[Shiruko Makoto]

All right, then you're done! You can go put your profile up and start RPing.

 

[Strent]

I wonder how much time does it take to create a character, huh. Wanna try too :<