Lost and looking for help!(open)

[Wakahisa Yuuma]

Yuuma looked around utterly confused, being the wild child he has grown to become he has never really needed to have any sense of direction but today was a day that he did. Today would be the start of his shinobi lessons. Lost and confused, he couldn’t follow his nose, he did not know what he was looking for. He knew the classroom was somewhere here but where?

Everyone looked so busy he felt a little apprehensive about stopping somebody to ask for help. He looked at the well with arrows to places and looked at the paper In front of him. His sleeveless sweater’s left string in his mouth as he slightly gnawed on it with anxiety. ”where? Where is this place?” truly distraught now. One could see the look of confusion and despair on his face. “Late… I am definitely going to be late…” these thoughts in his head made his anxiety fall further. If only he could actually express this concerns with the people around him so he could get help.

”That it… I can’t take in anymore.” he turned around and flagged down the first person that seemed the least busy. ”Excuse me , Do you know where this is? “

((ooc: looking for a quick interaction! Please and thanks!))

 

[Toraono Kuro]

His eyes were as gray as the clouds in the sky just before a storm, smoldering and brimming with emotions untold. Twin orbs of silent haunting violet and gold that seemed to catch every movement in a casual glance locked unto the young man. His lips were full, rich and of dark chocolate smoothness. His brow is unmarred save a single epic scar atop his scalp. His nose is flared and smooth as if solid black marble could be molded into a large nose. His ears seem perfectly suited to adorn the sides of his head, neither flared out nor pinned back just there. Kuro has long luxurious hair that is silver grey in coloration but also seems to have a natural discoloration pattern made noticeable by the darker gray streaks in his hair. The patter gives his hair the appearance of tiger stripes as well when he wears his hair down. He has large smooth eyebrows. His neck is thick at 24 inches, leading to massively muscular shoulders and an explosively developed chest. His biceps are 22 inches around; from his mid back to where his neck meets his shoulders Kuro is covered with Runic Terran Tiger Stripes. His upper right shoulder bears a tribal black lion mark that serves as a Heaven Seal. To glance at him at close is to notice that both his arms are streamlined with thick girded muscle. Kuro is known by most Sunans as a master of the ancient Toraono Clan form of fighting known as ShiShi no Ken or Lion's Fist. Although Kuro is well muscled he still carries love handles which he trains daily to get rid of to no avail. Kuro has large hands, and feet allowing him to stand at 5ft 10 inches and weigh in at 270 lbs. His dual warrior/samurai lineage grants him dark skin and long luxurious hair.

Violet eyes with gold slits peered from a chocolate brow with large ebony horns growing from where a normal man’s temples would be. He wore a sand tone obi around his thirty six inch waist. The obi allowed Kuro to carry his honor blade in a specialized bone sheath. Kuro wore his battle pouch on a second sash just above his right hip. Adjacent his sacred blade Kuro wore a pair of collapsed fuuma shuriken, and last but not least Kuro wore his leg sheath on the interior of his hakama just atop his fighting gi shorts with his ANBU serum and summon scrolls. A convenient cut in the silk cloth of his left hakama pants leg allowed Kuro full access to his ANBU gear without showing exactly where it was till he motioned to grab it. Securing his anbu arm guards and leggings Kuro covered the runic terran markings of his hand and leg wraps. Kuro’s tail swished back and forth its tiger stripes faintly surging with chakra. His black gi top concealed his overly muscular upper body.

Toraono Kuro had been surveying the area to make sure all the students were safe and none took off to face more than they could handle which in a crisis like Sunagakure was going through wasn't very much. With S rank to B rank criminals of all sorts on the lose and a stranglehold upon the citizens Kuro and his clan were making slow and steady progress but all he really wanted to do was wipe them all out. What was taking his two scouts so long to survey the Obsidian Palace. In his dark demonic heart he feared he may have sent them into far more than they could handle. Still his pride and faith in his fellow nin would not allow him to chase after them so soon. He heard a young man call out to ask for directions so Kuro turned and took a knee so that he could address the student face to face. "Greetings young man, I am Toraono Kuro, what location might you be looking for?"<i></i>

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