PRESENT DAY :Norisuke is 5 foot 10 inches, and pushing 13 years old. No stranger to scuffles, but notsophisticated fighting between chakra users.
His power, though precise, is latent, and is no more than a scared kid at the end of it all.
A thief and petty criminal. With no allegiance to a gang, the lone pup gets to making trouble in convoluted plots. With a feast-or-famine style of doing things, he can easily become bruised in a brawl or jailed up, or make off with enough money to buy a tv—but unable to pay the bill to watch anything on it. Several hideouts were made by Norisuke, and cleared later by both rival vagabond kids and the police.
After displaying the potential to utilize chakra, the CPPS apprehended him, and dragged him kicking and mouthing off to the academy. He has no prior education—his road to becoming a shinobi will be a difficult one.
PERSONALITY: As a citizen, deplorable. As a student, tolerable. As a person, commendable. Not wholly cruel and unusual as his forefathers, or as disturbed and maniacal as his foremothers, he steals to survive and entertain himself, and has shown enough responsibility to want to create his own home, evidenced by his many hideouts. Norisuke, however, is rather foulmouthed, and has a strong dislike for becoming civilized. Before, the city attempted educating him, but he continued to escape, and escape, and escape from any school they could wrangle and bus him off to. Not entirely enthusiastic about starting life at the academy, but has motivation, now having an outlet for his latent skills.
HISTORY: The Kujo family can barely be considered a clan. Rather than a tree, a spider’s web can best describe this heinous heritage Norisuke has been bestown. Slumlords, killers, robber barons, war criminals, petty thieves, opiate dealers, blackmailers. The first Kujo was a corrupt politician, dealing in bribes, making laws to keep him and his oligarchy in power. Centuries later, the Kujo family’s last hope of their line is just as delinquent and ill born as the rest. Norisuke was found as a baby. In a seedy apartment complex, a halfway decent tenant entered a supposedly abandoned flat to burglarize it. Finding a hairy man, yellow with jaundice, and dead from alcohol poisoning. A frail baby lies on its side, wailing on a cushionless couch, vomit and waste all over the blanket he’s mostly kicked off.
The burglar wasn’t finding anything worthwhile, so he used the wall-mounted phone to ring up the police or an ambulance to pick up the infant.
With some last-minute searching, a curious gauntlet was uncovered, put inside a masterfully crafted, sharp ebony box. Scratched here
There was no evidence of a mother. It, however, was confirmed that the dead man was Norisuke’s biological father, Taro Kujo, wanted in Bear Country for grand theft on innumerable accounts.
BLOODLINE: The Kujo clan has Nanjirou blood running through it. The cravens that they are, fashioned a trick-weapon—the kind that was prepared for when their prowess in honorable combat is outmatched.
When a Kujo’s honor or might is rightfully scrutinized, they will challenge their adversary to a duel, arriving with a weapon of choice.
If their initial attempt to duel fails, mid-bout, the miscreant foregoes the sword, and takes matters into their own hands.
From thin air, paired gauntlets materialize onto their forearms. Made of a brownish iron, the old things seem rusting, gashes are here and there on the surface. On the knuckles, harsh looking spikes stud the gauntlet, and the fingertips are sharp and slightly hooked.
The mauling technique of the Kujo ancestral weapon disfigures the face with the spikes, and cruel scars with the sharp tips. Made to humiliate and cause great pain to victims. the wedged, blunt spikes allow for extra damage towards bones, especially the exposed kind.
It was perhaps designed this way to spite a member of a bloodline with bone jutsu.
His power, though precise, is latent, and is no more than a scared kid at the end of it all.
A thief and petty criminal. With no allegiance to a gang, the lone pup gets to making trouble in convoluted plots. With a feast-or-famine style of doing things, he can easily become bruised in a brawl or jailed up, or make off with enough money to buy a tv—but unable to pay the bill to watch anything on it. Several hideouts were made by Norisuke, and cleared later by both rival vagabond kids and the police.
After displaying the potential to utilize chakra, the CPPS apprehended him, and dragged him kicking and mouthing off to the academy. He has no prior education—his road to becoming a shinobi will be a difficult one.
PERSONALITY: As a citizen, deplorable. As a student, tolerable. As a person, commendable. Not wholly cruel and unusual as his forefathers, or as disturbed and maniacal as his foremothers, he steals to survive and entertain himself, and has shown enough responsibility to want to create his own home, evidenced by his many hideouts. Norisuke, however, is rather foulmouthed, and has a strong dislike for becoming civilized. Before, the city attempted educating him, but he continued to escape, and escape, and escape from any school they could wrangle and bus him off to. Not entirely enthusiastic about starting life at the academy, but has motivation, now having an outlet for his latent skills.
HISTORY: The Kujo family can barely be considered a clan. Rather than a tree, a spider’s web can best describe this heinous heritage Norisuke has been bestown. Slumlords, killers, robber barons, war criminals, petty thieves, opiate dealers, blackmailers. The first Kujo was a corrupt politician, dealing in bribes, making laws to keep him and his oligarchy in power. Centuries later, the Kujo family’s last hope of their line is just as delinquent and ill born as the rest. Norisuke was found as a baby. In a seedy apartment complex, a halfway decent tenant entered a supposedly abandoned flat to burglarize it. Finding a hairy man, yellow with jaundice, and dead from alcohol poisoning. A frail baby lies on its side, wailing on a cushionless couch, vomit and waste all over the blanket he’s mostly kicked off.
The burglar wasn’t finding anything worthwhile, so he used the wall-mounted phone to ring up the police or an ambulance to pick up the infant.
With some last-minute searching, a curious gauntlet was uncovered, put inside a masterfully crafted, sharp ebony box. Scratched here
There was no evidence of a mother. It, however, was confirmed that the dead man was Norisuke’s biological father, Taro Kujo, wanted in Bear Country for grand theft on innumerable accounts.
BLOODLINE: The Kujo clan has Nanjirou blood running through it. The cravens that they are, fashioned a trick-weapon—the kind that was prepared for when their prowess in honorable combat is outmatched.
When a Kujo’s honor or might is rightfully scrutinized, they will challenge their adversary to a duel, arriving with a weapon of choice.
If their initial attempt to duel fails, mid-bout, the miscreant foregoes the sword, and takes matters into their own hands.
From thin air, paired gauntlets materialize onto their forearms. Made of a brownish iron, the old things seem rusting, gashes are here and there on the surface. On the knuckles, harsh looking spikes stud the gauntlet, and the fingertips are sharp and slightly hooked.
The mauling technique of the Kujo ancestral weapon disfigures the face with the spikes, and cruel scars with the sharp tips. Made to humiliate and cause great pain to victims. the wedged, blunt spikes allow for extra damage towards bones, especially the exposed kind.
It was perhaps designed this way to spite a member of a bloodline with bone jutsu.
