Old Character Name: Nobunaga Jirikihonagn (Was probably something else but that was discussed)
Old Village/Missing: Sand
OCR Type: Old Site Transition?
New Character Name: Nashinota (No family name)
Preferred Username: Nashinota
New Village: Sand
New BL/CA: Kaguya
Custom Class:
<Other Than None>
HP: (55+lvl) x stamina
CP: (45+lvl) x chakra control
Class Bonus: +5% Damage Reduction, 1 Free Basic Attack per Round, +5% Sneak Attack Chance
High: Dodge
Average: Melee Accuracy, Genjutsu Save, Ranged Accuracy
Low: Ninjutsu Accuracy, Genjutsu DC
Main Branch/ANBU/Med-Nin: Main Branch
IC Rank: Genin
Character Age: 15
Gender: Male
Character's Physical Description:
His build is rather lean, almost leaning towards an obvious lifetime or malnourishment. He has the barest amount of muscle that he has acquired in his years of survival as a street urchin. Scars litter his body, though oddly very little on his face. Most of the scars seem to be the result of lacerations from what could only be assumed to be defensive wounds from the drunks of vagrants of the darker ends of town. Very few of the scars appear to be recent.
His complexion is rather pale for someone who's grown up in Suna not quite olive but also not enough that it could really be called fair by any means. The closest thing to the colour of his hair would probably be that of a lighter sand. It's almost as though someone had taken the colour of caramel, but removed most of the colour from it. His eyes seemed similar to his hair in that it was almost as though someone had removed a chunk of the pigment from them, but their base is a bit harder to describe. At some angles they appeared to be like a very pale hazel, and at others almost a pale burnt orange.
Clothing wise, he is functional and minimalistic. Generally sporting a cloak to cover his torso while he moves around in the general public, which of course is in less than great shape itself. Underneath that he really only has one set of clothing which doubles as his "battle attire" you could call it. A long sleeve shirt that covers him from the neck down. Similarly, he wears a simple pair of pants, but are definitely on the latter end of their lifetime. His headband is generally obscured underneath his cloak, as he wears it somewhat tightly around the lower end of his neck.
Character's Mental Description:
Scars cover his mental & emotional landscape just as much as they do his physical form. These scars are less a reminder of adversity, but more of a thickened layer of skin to attempt to avoid such adversity. He sees value in things that could provide him another night of survival, but is very slow to trust any hand offered out of seeming charity. His empathy only goes as far as a shallow means of getting something he needs from someone, or enough to understand how to inflict enough pain to avoid further contact. Given his past, he's developed a bit of a sadistic streak, but he does his best to keep it in some semblance of control. Selfish would probably be putting it mildly, but even people are occasionally worth a gamble if they'll likely yield more than he's giving up.
With the taste of money that he's never had before and the actual reality that he isn't always the hunted one, but could potentially be the hunter, his mind has opened up to the possibility of survival being a more long term plan, and that sacrifices may be possible to ensure that. Furthermore is the idea that power is no longer just a tool being used against him, but a tool that he can now bend, shape, and refine. All that being said, he is still a product of his upbringing and can be prone to a more violent reaction to what would seem like a simple situation.
Character History:
Even in his earliest memories, it had been only himself to his name. A vague notion of what he believed during his younger years to be a name from a voice that he never could recall the face of. That vague thing was what came to be the name, Nashinota. Life is synonymous with survival for Nashinota. As far back as he can remember, it's been a fight to simply be allowed to continue to exist. Having what seemed like exceedingly bad luck for what could only be called a street urchin, his early years are mostly a collection of cautionary tales of the unpredictable brutality that the underside of a society can have when people believe the moral rights of another are based on the platform they stand on. Years of this bred paranoia and a lack of trust for others, but it also taught him just how brutal of a thing survival can be. The daily fight for food and safe place to sleep were all that occupied his mind for years, as there was little room to dream.
As the years progressed, so did his ability to survive. The days without food and sleep became more spread out, and by the time he had reached his teens, he now had gained the luxury of a dream. Though it was a simple thing in one way, it could be abstract in its approach. He yearned for power, enough so that one day his existence was not just one of basic survival. More than once had he seen the power disparity between the common folk and the shinobi that occasionally wandered their ways into the darker edges of town. This was his new plan for survival.
Spending the next while scrounging what he could, he spent the next two years getting into and getting through the studying of the academy as best he could while keeping as low of a profile as a street urchin of questionable background could in such a place. For probably the first time in his life, you could say that he was lucky. He managed to make it through those years in the academy as well as his first year as a Genin attracting as little an amount of attention as possible. Aiming simply to be someone of little note, he spent the first year of his Genin-hood picking up as many of the barest bones missions as he could, literally having some semblance of money for the first time in his life. Any time not spent on missions had been spent testing the limits of his emerging bloodline, as well as honing the instincts that seem to surface with it.
Bloodline: Kaguya
Family was not really a concept that Nashinota understood. As such, he had no idea of things to expect growing up in terms of his blood born abilities. It wasn't until nearly his preteens that he noticed that there surely must've been something about him that was different from the other urchins. In his younger years he was only vaguely aware that his wounds seemed to close a bit faster than they did for others, but it wasn't something he'd given much thought to. In his eleventh year, there was an incident where he had let his guard down in the place he'd chosen to sleep for the night, and awoke to a particularly drunk and spiteful man, looking to take out his aggression on someone who really couldn't or wouldn't report it. In the particularly haphazard altercation that followed, the man grew fed up with the boys struggling and kicked with his full force into Nashinota's ribcage, but screamed out in pain in near unison with the boy he thought defenseless. In the mutual confusion, the man stumbled off yelling drunkenly something akin to "freak".
When the blood slowly started to settle, he went to brace himself up, but slipped in a small puddle of what was surprisingly his own blood. As he turned his head to look at his side for the first time since the man had kicked him, he nearly panicked as he saw bones, twisted and gnarled, sticking from his ribs.
As the years passed and his understanding of the basics the body and it’s connections to chakra, he slowly began pushing the limits of these abilities. With time he was able to manipulate the shapes of these bones more freely, and eventually was surprised to realized that the strength and sharpness of these bones could even rival that of conventional weapons. Despite the usefulness of this, he was rather careful to avoid doing any experimentation in public considering his first run in with his abilities. Being different was good in his mind so long as he was the only one who knew he was different.
Affinity:
D-Rank Minor -> Water
C-Rank Major -> Water
C-Rank Minor -> Non-Elemental
New Stats:
Stats (1425 ASP Total)
Agility: 250/300 (245)
Stamina: 300/300 (295)
Taijutsu: 250/300 (245)
Ninjutsu: 200/300 (195)
Genjutsu: 200/300 (195)
Chakra Control: 250%/300% (250)
PL: 1450
CL: 7
New OOC Rank: B Rank
Jutsu Mastery: (74 ASP Total)
E Rank (24 ASP)
Transformation Rank 1 -> Master (6)
Body Switch Rank 1 -> Master (6)
Mimic Rank 1 -> Master (6)
Intimidation Rank 1 -> Master (6)
D Rank (40 ASP)
Crystal Eye Rank 1 -> Master (8)
Cancel Rank 1 -> Master (8)
Impaling Counter Rank 1 -> Master (8)
Dynamic Poke Rank 1 -> Master (8)
Dynamic Pierce Rank 1 -> Master (8)
C Rank (10 ASP)
Chakra Absorption Rank 1 -> Master (10)
ASP
Stats 1425
Jutsu Mastery 74
Total 1499
Remainder 601
Let me know if there's anything doesn't make sense or is outright wrong. Also, sorry for the lack of depth on the character, it's been a very long time since I've RPed and it's probably going to take me a little bit to get back into the knack of it.
Old Village/Missing: Sand
OCR Type: Old Site Transition?
New Character Name: Nashinota (No family name)
Preferred Username: Nashinota
New Village: Sand
New BL/CA: Kaguya
Custom Class:
<Other Than None>
HP: (55+lvl) x stamina
CP: (45+lvl) x chakra control
Class Bonus: +5% Damage Reduction, 1 Free Basic Attack per Round, +5% Sneak Attack Chance
High: Dodge
Average: Melee Accuracy, Genjutsu Save, Ranged Accuracy
Low: Ninjutsu Accuracy, Genjutsu DC
Main Branch/ANBU/Med-Nin: Main Branch
IC Rank: Genin
Character Age: 15
Gender: Male
Character's Physical Description:
His build is rather lean, almost leaning towards an obvious lifetime or malnourishment. He has the barest amount of muscle that he has acquired in his years of survival as a street urchin. Scars litter his body, though oddly very little on his face. Most of the scars seem to be the result of lacerations from what could only be assumed to be defensive wounds from the drunks of vagrants of the darker ends of town. Very few of the scars appear to be recent.
His complexion is rather pale for someone who's grown up in Suna not quite olive but also not enough that it could really be called fair by any means. The closest thing to the colour of his hair would probably be that of a lighter sand. It's almost as though someone had taken the colour of caramel, but removed most of the colour from it. His eyes seemed similar to his hair in that it was almost as though someone had removed a chunk of the pigment from them, but their base is a bit harder to describe. At some angles they appeared to be like a very pale hazel, and at others almost a pale burnt orange.
Clothing wise, he is functional and minimalistic. Generally sporting a cloak to cover his torso while he moves around in the general public, which of course is in less than great shape itself. Underneath that he really only has one set of clothing which doubles as his "battle attire" you could call it. A long sleeve shirt that covers him from the neck down. Similarly, he wears a simple pair of pants, but are definitely on the latter end of their lifetime. His headband is generally obscured underneath his cloak, as he wears it somewhat tightly around the lower end of his neck.
Character's Mental Description:
Scars cover his mental & emotional landscape just as much as they do his physical form. These scars are less a reminder of adversity, but more of a thickened layer of skin to attempt to avoid such adversity. He sees value in things that could provide him another night of survival, but is very slow to trust any hand offered out of seeming charity. His empathy only goes as far as a shallow means of getting something he needs from someone, or enough to understand how to inflict enough pain to avoid further contact. Given his past, he's developed a bit of a sadistic streak, but he does his best to keep it in some semblance of control. Selfish would probably be putting it mildly, but even people are occasionally worth a gamble if they'll likely yield more than he's giving up.
With the taste of money that he's never had before and the actual reality that he isn't always the hunted one, but could potentially be the hunter, his mind has opened up to the possibility of survival being a more long term plan, and that sacrifices may be possible to ensure that. Furthermore is the idea that power is no longer just a tool being used against him, but a tool that he can now bend, shape, and refine. All that being said, he is still a product of his upbringing and can be prone to a more violent reaction to what would seem like a simple situation.
Character History:
Even in his earliest memories, it had been only himself to his name. A vague notion of what he believed during his younger years to be a name from a voice that he never could recall the face of. That vague thing was what came to be the name, Nashinota. Life is synonymous with survival for Nashinota. As far back as he can remember, it's been a fight to simply be allowed to continue to exist. Having what seemed like exceedingly bad luck for what could only be called a street urchin, his early years are mostly a collection of cautionary tales of the unpredictable brutality that the underside of a society can have when people believe the moral rights of another are based on the platform they stand on. Years of this bred paranoia and a lack of trust for others, but it also taught him just how brutal of a thing survival can be. The daily fight for food and safe place to sleep were all that occupied his mind for years, as there was little room to dream.
As the years progressed, so did his ability to survive. The days without food and sleep became more spread out, and by the time he had reached his teens, he now had gained the luxury of a dream. Though it was a simple thing in one way, it could be abstract in its approach. He yearned for power, enough so that one day his existence was not just one of basic survival. More than once had he seen the power disparity between the common folk and the shinobi that occasionally wandered their ways into the darker edges of town. This was his new plan for survival.
Spending the next while scrounging what he could, he spent the next two years getting into and getting through the studying of the academy as best he could while keeping as low of a profile as a street urchin of questionable background could in such a place. For probably the first time in his life, you could say that he was lucky. He managed to make it through those years in the academy as well as his first year as a Genin attracting as little an amount of attention as possible. Aiming simply to be someone of little note, he spent the first year of his Genin-hood picking up as many of the barest bones missions as he could, literally having some semblance of money for the first time in his life. Any time not spent on missions had been spent testing the limits of his emerging bloodline, as well as honing the instincts that seem to surface with it.
Bloodline: Kaguya
Family was not really a concept that Nashinota understood. As such, he had no idea of things to expect growing up in terms of his blood born abilities. It wasn't until nearly his preteens that he noticed that there surely must've been something about him that was different from the other urchins. In his younger years he was only vaguely aware that his wounds seemed to close a bit faster than they did for others, but it wasn't something he'd given much thought to. In his eleventh year, there was an incident where he had let his guard down in the place he'd chosen to sleep for the night, and awoke to a particularly drunk and spiteful man, looking to take out his aggression on someone who really couldn't or wouldn't report it. In the particularly haphazard altercation that followed, the man grew fed up with the boys struggling and kicked with his full force into Nashinota's ribcage, but screamed out in pain in near unison with the boy he thought defenseless. In the mutual confusion, the man stumbled off yelling drunkenly something akin to "freak".
When the blood slowly started to settle, he went to brace himself up, but slipped in a small puddle of what was surprisingly his own blood. As he turned his head to look at his side for the first time since the man had kicked him, he nearly panicked as he saw bones, twisted and gnarled, sticking from his ribs.
As the years passed and his understanding of the basics the body and it’s connections to chakra, he slowly began pushing the limits of these abilities. With time he was able to manipulate the shapes of these bones more freely, and eventually was surprised to realized that the strength and sharpness of these bones could even rival that of conventional weapons. Despite the usefulness of this, he was rather careful to avoid doing any experimentation in public considering his first run in with his abilities. Being different was good in his mind so long as he was the only one who knew he was different.
Affinity:
D-Rank Minor -> Water
C-Rank Major -> Water
C-Rank Minor -> Non-Elemental
New Stats:
Stats (1425 ASP Total)
Agility: 250/300 (245)
Stamina: 300/300 (295)
Taijutsu: 250/300 (245)
Ninjutsu: 200/300 (195)
Genjutsu: 200/300 (195)
Chakra Control: 250%/300% (250)
PL: 1450
CL: 7
New OOC Rank: B Rank
Jutsu Mastery: (74 ASP Total)
E Rank (24 ASP)
Transformation Rank 1 -> Master (6)
Body Switch Rank 1 -> Master (6)
Mimic Rank 1 -> Master (6)
Intimidation Rank 1 -> Master (6)
D Rank (40 ASP)
Crystal Eye Rank 1 -> Master (8)
Cancel Rank 1 -> Master (8)
Impaling Counter Rank 1 -> Master (8)
Dynamic Poke Rank 1 -> Master (8)
Dynamic Pierce Rank 1 -> Master (8)
C Rank (10 ASP)
Chakra Absorption Rank 1 -> Master (10)
ASP
Stats 1425
Jutsu Mastery 74
Total 1499
Remainder 601
Let me know if there's anything doesn't make sense or is outright wrong. Also, sorry for the lack of depth on the character, it's been a very long time since I've RPed and it's probably going to take me a little bit to get back into the knack of it.
