Character Name: Nanjirou Yomoko
BL/CA:. Nanjirou
Main Branch/ANBU/Med-Nin: Main for now.
IC Rank: Chuunin
Character Age: 16
Gender: Male
Sex: Male
Character's Physical Description: An Athletic built, five foot seven, black hair and black kimono Shinobi from the Sand village. His Hair is short and spikey, some may even call messy but he could care less about his appearance. He has no tattoos on his body nor any scars for that matter. The only thing that could be considered odd is he has emerald green eyes, a gene passed down through his family on his father side. When not wearing his black kimono Yomo can be seen wearing black pants a green t-shirt. He has his Katana in a flowered black hilt in his right side. {102 wc}
Character's Mental Description: For the most part, Yomoko is even keel. He has strong feelings of loyalty towards his village and country almost ensuring he would never go missing unless something catastrophic and traumatic happened. He does not hang out with a lot of people from his academy class and would not be surprised if none of them remembered him either. Not to say he is a lone wolf but he does not particularly have any close friends either. He fights for what he wants and what he believes to be right. He makes his decisions strategically for himself and what he hopes is good for the village. {105 wc}
Multiple Personality Application: none
Character History:
Custom Class:
Bleeding Blade
HP: (55+lvl) x stamina
CP: (45+lvl) x chakra control
Class Bonus: +1 Accuracy, +20% Chance of inflicting Bleeding
High: Melee Accuracy
Average: Dodge, Genjutsu Save, Ninjutsu Accuracy
Low: Genjustu DC, Ranged Accuracy
Stats:
Stamina: 600/600
Agility: 600/600
Ninjutsu: 600/600
Genjutsu: 600/600
Taijutsu: 600/600
Chakra Control: 600/600
PL: 3,600
OOC Rank: S-Rank
BL/CA:. Nanjirou
Main Branch/ANBU/Med-Nin: Main for now.
IC Rank: Chuunin
Character Age: 16
Gender: Male
Sex: Male
Character's Physical Description: An Athletic built, five foot seven, black hair and black kimono Shinobi from the Sand village. His Hair is short and spikey, some may even call messy but he could care less about his appearance. He has no tattoos on his body nor any scars for that matter. The only thing that could be considered odd is he has emerald green eyes, a gene passed down through his family on his father side. When not wearing his black kimono Yomo can be seen wearing black pants a green t-shirt. He has his Katana in a flowered black hilt in his right side. {102 wc}
Character's Mental Description: For the most part, Yomoko is even keel. He has strong feelings of loyalty towards his village and country almost ensuring he would never go missing unless something catastrophic and traumatic happened. He does not hang out with a lot of people from his academy class and would not be surprised if none of them remembered him either. Not to say he is a lone wolf but he does not particularly have any close friends either. He fights for what he wants and what he believes to be right. He makes his decisions strategically for himself and what he hopes is good for the village. {105 wc}
Multiple Personality Application: none
Character History:
Where should one start when blood is involved. Going back to ancient times of war and savagery or to the current of blood shed over misunderstandings. Yomoko’s story goes back to his grandfather’s time when the village was a peace before the Daimyo’s decided time of war. His family has worked contractually for the Daimyo as ninja, doing missions as they would come up that would play favor to the leaf village but also help it keep face with the country leader. Yomoko was in the academy when conflict of the Daimyo happened. His grandfather saw this as a betrayal to the village and could not reconcile what had happened. To him the Shinobi were assisting the country leader but in turn the Daimyo and his Samurai murdered their friends and family. His grandfather bewildered and unable to reconcile the politics of the country. As a result, he left the family and has not been seen sense. However, upon leaving he left a singular black katana with a flower hilt behind for Yomoko. He would no longer need it as he was no longer there to serve.
Yomoko did not understand what his grandfather could not reconcile. He understood it all too well. The Daimyo felt threatened by shinobi, their reputation, and their power. He was a weak man trying to stay relevant in a world that did not need him. The Leaf was the strong, the powerful and the respected. The Daimyo was an outdated system that was just a figure head and he overstepped in his jurisdiction which brought upon the war. To Yomo, this seemed rational, stupid maybe, but rational. All that blood shed though for nothing, that is what bothered the young academy student at the time. He was ten years old but the boy understood things that most did not. Yomoko’s parents were also shinobi. His mother a Mednin at the hospital helping wherever she could and his Dad was a Jounin. Their family was not high end but due to the missions before the war they had money set aside from his grandfather. Middle class is the most appropriate way to describe the family’s economic status. He was not raised with a silver spoon and never took the easy way out while growing up. Yomoko always had the mentality of working for the things he wanted or the goals he wanted to achieve rather than be handed it.
As a Genin, Yomoko went with his father on C-Rank mission just outside the gates. Yomo was a quick study and had learned some higher level jutsu and being with a Jounin ranked shinobi, the mission leader allowed the exception due to it was a stealth mission and shouldn’t require combat. Yomo was starting to master the elements while training his skills with his blade. The mission was just a simple intelligence gathering. Apparently, some Bandits were trying to set up shop between the village Gates and the Valley of the end which was in the path of Konoha’s trade route to other villages and resources. Some simple recon to see how large the force was if there was an optimal way to take them out or drive them off was the goal. They left on a Friday afternoon for the mission and moved through the countryside to find the camp. That evening they found the location and summarized there were roughly a dozen bandits that had banded together to make camp. His father and him moved quietly through the trees to assess what type of weapons. They seemed like a simple bunch, nothing overly sophisticated; swords, rapiers a few scimitars and some daggers. The one that seemed to be in charge had a Red Katana and wore a green shirt and black pants standing roughly six feet tall.
Yomoko wanted to move in and just take them out now. With both their trainings they should be able to handle it without an issue. “That’s not the mission” his father reminded him. Yomoko wanted to argue that they could take the initiative and just get it done. His father shook his head and reminded him that they did not have all the details and there was a reason that this was a scouting mission and not anything further. The duo swiftly and stealthily went back to the village to fill in their scouting report.
That was the last that they had heard about those bandits for a few months. Paperwork was completed and filed but as far as Yomoko knew nothing came upon it. It seemed odd that all they wanted was intel on a group. If they posed a threat why not take care of the problem?
While training with his father on his sword work, he had been given his grandfather’s blade that was left behind. The black hilt and silver blade were perfect for his size. He had a bond for it, which felt almost ancestral . His father and grandfather’s side of the family comes from a long line of Nanjirou style blade users. This bloodline wasn’t like the Hyuuga or the Uchiha where they unlocked some noticeable ability that could be seen physically. This was a way of life and training. Through this they would unlock that ancestral feeling with their blade and Yomoko having his grandfather’s katana only helped expedite that. His move felt fluid when he used the blade versus others. There was a connection to his family roots and the past of others. He would meditate with the blade to help grow a strong connection. After months of training the link was formed. Sometimes he would talk to the sword as if it could answer him. He mastered his blade work to the best of his ability, constantly trying to find ways to get better to include his ninjutsu into his Taijutsu prowess.
These finished up his year as a Genin and he took the written chuunin exam followed by his battle exam. He was put up against an elder Jounin and was told to win in a fight. So… a Genin fighting a Jounin, that seems logical for me to do… He thought to himself sarcastically as he drew his Ancestral weapon. He stood there taking in his surroundings as the two of them were in the middle of a training ground. His sword shined and then burst into flames as he channeled fire ninjutsu through it in hoping to give himself some sort of advantage. Hoping to catch the Jounin off guard in how well versed he was in ninjutsu. The elder shinobi smiled as he pulled his own sword and channeled lightning through it. The fight than began as Yomoko swung diagonally upwards from his opponents right hip to left should trying to create an opening but the jounin parried and countered with his own. Yomo barely blocked it and pushed off the jounin, jumping backwards to create a few steps of distance between the two. This started at high noon and the fight went on for about thirty minutes until Yomoko started to get tired. He wasn’t winning by any stretch of the means and he wasn’t going to pass his chuunin exam at the rate of this. Even if he showed he could hold his own, it wasn’t showing he was good enough to move to the next rank. He threw a smoke bomb to cover himself, channel the jutsu Heat wave {master rank} towards his opponent. When he saw him dodge into the air, Yomo used Zantetsuken {master rank} in a last ditch attempt to win. He was tired, sweating and had used up more chakra during the fight than he had ever before. Nothing had been making any real impact on the fight so far so he hoped this might do something. He felt his blade connect with something as he plunged it into the body. It exploded in a cloud of fire and ash, a clone. The jounin re-appeared behind Yomo as he landed with his blade to his neck and simply said “checkmate.” He had lost the match, he had failed. The exam proctor came up to him and handed him a certificate that congratulated him on making chuunin and gave him a chuunin vest. Bewildered he looked and asked how. The Proctor simply stated “to win” and that they never stated that winning was by beating the opponent. They were looking for growth, skill and determination in face of odds that he surely couldn’t have won on his own. The goal was never meant for him to defeat his opponent, Yomoko misunderstood all along what the goal was because he wasn’t told all the details.
Yomoko did not understand what his grandfather could not reconcile. He understood it all too well. The Daimyo felt threatened by shinobi, their reputation, and their power. He was a weak man trying to stay relevant in a world that did not need him. The Leaf was the strong, the powerful and the respected. The Daimyo was an outdated system that was just a figure head and he overstepped in his jurisdiction which brought upon the war. To Yomo, this seemed rational, stupid maybe, but rational. All that blood shed though for nothing, that is what bothered the young academy student at the time. He was ten years old but the boy understood things that most did not. Yomoko’s parents were also shinobi. His mother a Mednin at the hospital helping wherever she could and his Dad was a Jounin. Their family was not high end but due to the missions before the war they had money set aside from his grandfather. Middle class is the most appropriate way to describe the family’s economic status. He was not raised with a silver spoon and never took the easy way out while growing up. Yomoko always had the mentality of working for the things he wanted or the goals he wanted to achieve rather than be handed it.
As a Genin, Yomoko went with his father on C-Rank mission just outside the gates. Yomo was a quick study and had learned some higher level jutsu and being with a Jounin ranked shinobi, the mission leader allowed the exception due to it was a stealth mission and shouldn’t require combat. Yomo was starting to master the elements while training his skills with his blade. The mission was just a simple intelligence gathering. Apparently, some Bandits were trying to set up shop between the village Gates and the Valley of the end which was in the path of Konoha’s trade route to other villages and resources. Some simple recon to see how large the force was if there was an optimal way to take them out or drive them off was the goal. They left on a Friday afternoon for the mission and moved through the countryside to find the camp. That evening they found the location and summarized there were roughly a dozen bandits that had banded together to make camp. His father and him moved quietly through the trees to assess what type of weapons. They seemed like a simple bunch, nothing overly sophisticated; swords, rapiers a few scimitars and some daggers. The one that seemed to be in charge had a Red Katana and wore a green shirt and black pants standing roughly six feet tall.
Yomoko wanted to move in and just take them out now. With both their trainings they should be able to handle it without an issue. “That’s not the mission” his father reminded him. Yomoko wanted to argue that they could take the initiative and just get it done. His father shook his head and reminded him that they did not have all the details and there was a reason that this was a scouting mission and not anything further. The duo swiftly and stealthily went back to the village to fill in their scouting report.
That was the last that they had heard about those bandits for a few months. Paperwork was completed and filed but as far as Yomoko knew nothing came upon it. It seemed odd that all they wanted was intel on a group. If they posed a threat why not take care of the problem?
While training with his father on his sword work, he had been given his grandfather’s blade that was left behind. The black hilt and silver blade were perfect for his size. He had a bond for it, which felt almost ancestral . His father and grandfather’s side of the family comes from a long line of Nanjirou style blade users. This bloodline wasn’t like the Hyuuga or the Uchiha where they unlocked some noticeable ability that could be seen physically. This was a way of life and training. Through this they would unlock that ancestral feeling with their blade and Yomoko having his grandfather’s katana only helped expedite that. His move felt fluid when he used the blade versus others. There was a connection to his family roots and the past of others. He would meditate with the blade to help grow a strong connection. After months of training the link was formed. Sometimes he would talk to the sword as if it could answer him. He mastered his blade work to the best of his ability, constantly trying to find ways to get better to include his ninjutsu into his Taijutsu prowess.
These finished up his year as a Genin and he took the written chuunin exam followed by his battle exam. He was put up against an elder Jounin and was told to win in a fight. So… a Genin fighting a Jounin, that seems logical for me to do… He thought to himself sarcastically as he drew his Ancestral weapon. He stood there taking in his surroundings as the two of them were in the middle of a training ground. His sword shined and then burst into flames as he channeled fire ninjutsu through it in hoping to give himself some sort of advantage. Hoping to catch the Jounin off guard in how well versed he was in ninjutsu. The elder shinobi smiled as he pulled his own sword and channeled lightning through it. The fight than began as Yomoko swung diagonally upwards from his opponents right hip to left should trying to create an opening but the jounin parried and countered with his own. Yomo barely blocked it and pushed off the jounin, jumping backwards to create a few steps of distance between the two. This started at high noon and the fight went on for about thirty minutes until Yomoko started to get tired. He wasn’t winning by any stretch of the means and he wasn’t going to pass his chuunin exam at the rate of this. Even if he showed he could hold his own, it wasn’t showing he was good enough to move to the next rank. He threw a smoke bomb to cover himself, channel the jutsu Heat wave {master rank} towards his opponent. When he saw him dodge into the air, Yomo used Zantetsuken {master rank} in a last ditch attempt to win. He was tired, sweating and had used up more chakra during the fight than he had ever before. Nothing had been making any real impact on the fight so far so he hoped this might do something. He felt his blade connect with something as he plunged it into the body. It exploded in a cloud of fire and ash, a clone. The jounin re-appeared behind Yomo as he landed with his blade to his neck and simply said “checkmate.” He had lost the match, he had failed. The exam proctor came up to him and handed him a certificate that congratulated him on making chuunin and gave him a chuunin vest. Bewildered he looked and asked how. The Proctor simply stated “to win” and that they never stated that winning was by beating the opponent. They were looking for growth, skill and determination in face of odds that he surely couldn’t have won on his own. The goal was never meant for him to defeat his opponent, Yomoko misunderstood all along what the goal was because he wasn’t told all the details.
Custom Class:
Bleeding Blade
HP: (55+lvl) x stamina
CP: (45+lvl) x chakra control
Class Bonus: +1 Accuracy, +20% Chance of inflicting Bleeding
High: Melee Accuracy
Average: Dodge, Genjutsu Save, Ninjutsu Accuracy
Low: Genjustu DC, Ranged Accuracy
Stats:
Stamina: 600/600
Agility: 600/600
Ninjutsu: 600/600
Genjutsu: 600/600
Taijutsu: 600/600
Chakra Control: 600/600
PL: 3,600
OOC Rank: S-Rank
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