Name: Shingetsu
Gender: Male
D.O.B: July 17 (21 years old)
Ht/Wt: 198 cm, 92.9 kg
Hair Style/Color: Unkept, Medium Length, Black Hair
Eye Color: Bright Red
Personality: In his younger years, Shin was arrogant and wrongfully full of pride. His selfish desires ultimately led him to commit a serious travesty, and thus, he was cursed. His handsome, delicate features were taken and replaced with a hideous demonic exterior. You'd think he would be more resentful from such a curse, but after plenty of guidance and lots of time to reflect on his nature, he has come to fully accept his unique condition and spend his life making ammends for his wrongs. That doesn't make him a pacifist however, he wouldn't hesitate to deliver lethal judgement to those who sought to harm him village or family. Anyone who was willing to hurt the innocent would also be at the receiving end of Shins blade. His desire to protect the village will always, no matter what, comes above his new moral standards, may hell swallow him whole.
Appearance: Standing almost six and a half feet tall and weighing over two-hundred pounds, Shin is a pretty intimmedating figure. Like most Minamoto, his genetics are to blame. Shin used to have a handsome face, before his tragic transformation. Where his eyes used to be blue, a bright glowing red now occupied the iris of his eyeballs. His near-perfect teeth were now pointed at the end. His brown hair is now jet black. And most noticably of all, two bumbs on his upper brow patrude almost half an inch out of his head. For the most part, Shingetsu almost never goes out in public in civilian attire, or without his face covered up. Not because he's ashamed, but to not terrorfy the villagers. Mostly he's in complete ANBU get-up. He wears a anbu cloak over his standard anbu armor, and his mask is pure white, with a abnormaly large sharp-toothed smile stretching to both sides of the mask.
History:
"For years, the Minamoto have been a powerful and respected clan. Their contribution to the every lunging forward advancment of Mist had always set a certain standard in Shin's mind. He had been brought up to be strong, just like his kin. But alas, he was never blessed with a great doujutsu. He was taught to be strong, his body had been molded into a dense lean form. His shinobi skills were of the expectations of the clan. But there was always something missing, a hole in Shin's soul. Training with the sword, Shin mastered many teqniques, he wanted to be known along the rest of his family members, he wanted to be famous and powerful. This fantasy just increased his motivation. He wanted to know why Sadawoo hadn't blessed him with powers of death like some of this other clansmen. He needed to prove himself to Sadawoo. He watched as his family grew even stronger, but his blind ambition would be his downfall. For he would be granted power. But not what he was expecting. Shin joined the ANBU, like so many of his family before him. He intentions weren't noble, but selfish. He didn't join because he wanted to protect the family, or to further advance the village. He joined to further his career, he wanted fame and personal wealth. He wanted people to know his face. One fateful day, he was sent on a lone mission to retrieve a certain child from a nearby cartel village. The child's father was a slumlord who finally got the balls to have his son kidnapped from his mother. She came to Mist seeking help and somehow the mission was given to Shingetsu. His orderes were simple, do not engage unless absolutely nessacary. After a short trek, Shin made his way to the outskirts of the cartel. Without much difficulty, he was able to sneak in undetected and discover the childs location. He was being kept in a small storage room, apparently he misbehaved and was being kept away in timeout. It was then that Shin had an idea. What if he destroyed the cartel and got the boy home. That would certainly boost his career. Shin felt something shift in his stomach. He felt queezy for some reason, like it wasn't right. But he ingored it as silly superstition and quickly made his presense known to everyone. Shin revelled in the bloodshed. He literally danced as the blood of his enemies rained down on him. He left no man alive, the women ran away from the small village in terror. After it was all said and done, he couldn't find the cartel leader, so he went back to where the boy had been kept. The room was empty, quickly Shin went on a search. He found that the boy and his father made their escape and it wasn't long before Shin was able to intercept them. His mask was destroyed in the earlier onslaught, so there was no need to even conceal himself. He confronted the father, who kept the boy hidden, protected. Shin saw no sympathy and quickly dispatched the father, whose head rolled lifeless on the ground at the boys feet. The boy took one look at Shin and screamed "DEMON!" and ran. Shin shurgged it off and knocked the boy out for easy transportation. Taking a break on his way back, Shin tied the boy up so he wouldn't escape. He washed his face in the river, and then became horrified by his reflection. His eyes had changed from the lightest of blues, to the reddest of reds. His light brown hair, had became black. And two small bumps had formed to his forehead. All of his teeth now came to a sharp point. What had he become? Over the next couple months he had come to realize it was punishment for his impure intentions, his selfish pride, and his unimaginably horrible sins. He would now be the face of despair, his deeds would forever scar his soul. His demonic nature would now be a constant reminder of what he took for granted, for not trusting in himself and his family. He would be doomed to walk with the face of a demon. He would try to redeem himself, but it would be in vain. This is what he would now be for every and always. Cursed with not only the face of a demon, but the half-broken soul of a demon as well. His mind had now changed. Now he truly knew what it meant to be a Minamoto. He would forever give his life to his family and village. He would bring swift justice to it's foes and anyone else who intended harm. He would love and honor his siblings, his cousin, and the rest of the villageas well. But he would never get to know a womans touch, never get to feel the love of woman. After all, who could ever love a demon?"
Gender: Male
D.O.B: July 17 (21 years old)
Ht/Wt: 198 cm, 92.9 kg
Hair Style/Color: Unkept, Medium Length, Black Hair
Eye Color: Bright Red
Personality: In his younger years, Shin was arrogant and wrongfully full of pride. His selfish desires ultimately led him to commit a serious travesty, and thus, he was cursed. His handsome, delicate features were taken and replaced with a hideous demonic exterior. You'd think he would be more resentful from such a curse, but after plenty of guidance and lots of time to reflect on his nature, he has come to fully accept his unique condition and spend his life making ammends for his wrongs. That doesn't make him a pacifist however, he wouldn't hesitate to deliver lethal judgement to those who sought to harm him village or family. Anyone who was willing to hurt the innocent would also be at the receiving end of Shins blade. His desire to protect the village will always, no matter what, comes above his new moral standards, may hell swallow him whole.
Appearance: Standing almost six and a half feet tall and weighing over two-hundred pounds, Shin is a pretty intimmedating figure. Like most Minamoto, his genetics are to blame. Shin used to have a handsome face, before his tragic transformation. Where his eyes used to be blue, a bright glowing red now occupied the iris of his eyeballs. His near-perfect teeth were now pointed at the end. His brown hair is now jet black. And most noticably of all, two bumbs on his upper brow patrude almost half an inch out of his head. For the most part, Shingetsu almost never goes out in public in civilian attire, or without his face covered up. Not because he's ashamed, but to not terrorfy the villagers. Mostly he's in complete ANBU get-up. He wears a anbu cloak over his standard anbu armor, and his mask is pure white, with a abnormaly large sharp-toothed smile stretching to both sides of the mask.
History:
"For years, the Minamoto have been a powerful and respected clan. Their contribution to the every lunging forward advancment of Mist had always set a certain standard in Shin's mind. He had been brought up to be strong, just like his kin. But alas, he was never blessed with a great doujutsu. He was taught to be strong, his body had been molded into a dense lean form. His shinobi skills were of the expectations of the clan. But there was always something missing, a hole in Shin's soul. Training with the sword, Shin mastered many teqniques, he wanted to be known along the rest of his family members, he wanted to be famous and powerful. This fantasy just increased his motivation. He wanted to know why Sadawoo hadn't blessed him with powers of death like some of this other clansmen. He needed to prove himself to Sadawoo. He watched as his family grew even stronger, but his blind ambition would be his downfall. For he would be granted power. But not what he was expecting. Shin joined the ANBU, like so many of his family before him. He intentions weren't noble, but selfish. He didn't join because he wanted to protect the family, or to further advance the village. He joined to further his career, he wanted fame and personal wealth. He wanted people to know his face. One fateful day, he was sent on a lone mission to retrieve a certain child from a nearby cartel village. The child's father was a slumlord who finally got the balls to have his son kidnapped from his mother. She came to Mist seeking help and somehow the mission was given to Shingetsu. His orderes were simple, do not engage unless absolutely nessacary. After a short trek, Shin made his way to the outskirts of the cartel. Without much difficulty, he was able to sneak in undetected and discover the childs location. He was being kept in a small storage room, apparently he misbehaved and was being kept away in timeout. It was then that Shin had an idea. What if he destroyed the cartel and got the boy home. That would certainly boost his career. Shin felt something shift in his stomach. He felt queezy for some reason, like it wasn't right. But he ingored it as silly superstition and quickly made his presense known to everyone. Shin revelled in the bloodshed. He literally danced as the blood of his enemies rained down on him. He left no man alive, the women ran away from the small village in terror. After it was all said and done, he couldn't find the cartel leader, so he went back to where the boy had been kept. The room was empty, quickly Shin went on a search. He found that the boy and his father made their escape and it wasn't long before Shin was able to intercept them. His mask was destroyed in the earlier onslaught, so there was no need to even conceal himself. He confronted the father, who kept the boy hidden, protected. Shin saw no sympathy and quickly dispatched the father, whose head rolled lifeless on the ground at the boys feet. The boy took one look at Shin and screamed "DEMON!" and ran. Shin shurgged it off and knocked the boy out for easy transportation. Taking a break on his way back, Shin tied the boy up so he wouldn't escape. He washed his face in the river, and then became horrified by his reflection. His eyes had changed from the lightest of blues, to the reddest of reds. His light brown hair, had became black. And two small bumps had formed to his forehead. All of his teeth now came to a sharp point. What had he become? Over the next couple months he had come to realize it was punishment for his impure intentions, his selfish pride, and his unimaginably horrible sins. He would now be the face of despair, his deeds would forever scar his soul. His demonic nature would now be a constant reminder of what he took for granted, for not trusting in himself and his family. He would be doomed to walk with the face of a demon. He would try to redeem himself, but it would be in vain. This is what he would now be for every and always. Cursed with not only the face of a demon, but the half-broken soul of a demon as well. His mind had now changed. Now he truly knew what it meant to be a Minamoto. He would forever give his life to his family and village. He would bring swift justice to it's foes and anyone else who intended harm. He would love and honor his siblings, his cousin, and the rest of the villageas well. But he would never get to know a womans touch, never get to feel the love of woman. After all, who could ever love a demon?"
