Old Character Name: Matsukai Temujin
Old Village/Missing: Leaf
OCR Type: Inactivity
Last Known Where-abouts: Leaf
Old IC Rank: ANBU
New Character Name: Kaguya Jikan
Preferred Username: Kaguya Jikan
New Village/Missing: Cloud
New BL/CA: Kaguya
Main Branch/ANBU/Med-Nin: ANBU
Character Age: 28
Gender: Male
Sex: Male.
Background:
Jikan grew up a faceless among his peers taking the trivial tests and exams like the others. He never truly cared about his results until he entered the Academy and he witnessed the destructive/healing potential of the Karma symbol. In his younger years he had it embedded in his mind, "Everything is a fight. Till the last breath." Many of the kids mocked him and tried to demoralize him for how much sadness could be seen in his face, he brushed it off. Once taking study seriously, he juxtaposed into a modular student of sound mind and body. Beginning his accolades throughout his shinobi career. In his Genin to Chuunin years he learned many more life lessons that repeated themselves as time went on. A thrill was born from these discoveries and Jikan became thrilled by the fight itself. When Jikan was old enough his parents broke their tutelage and let him go his own way, leaving him orphaned and trained in the art of Kaguya's fighting style. They claimed it would make him stronger but just made his sadness take on abandonment issues. So far to the point Jikan became one with his solitary life. He struggles when working in groups because his ego thinks he can take it all on by himself. Jikan was proven wrong when he ran into a rogue ninja and fell in battle, luckily his demise, which he almost seeks as escape from the inner sadness was put on hold as two ANBU members came to his aid. This lesson taught him that while a prodigy he was not an immortal or someone who could fix the worlds problems all his lonesome. While seemingly so, he does not suffer from social anxiety, he is just very selective to who he talks to. While a god complex is not out of the question with how much pressure his previous parents put Jikan on. He is not very violent out of combat and prefers Arts and Creation over destruction which he saves for his ANBU position.
Character's Physical Description:
Jikan stands at 5'7''. His hair descends to shoulder height, a bone plate covers the left side of his head. he wears a retro-fitted rain cloak, A purple cloud is painted on the back. Adorning pockets, some with zippers, some without all made from his own bone. Eyeliner drips down his face for all the tears not worth crying unlike other he holds onto this sadness and chooses to feel it over any other emotion. Tattered and torn pouches hang around his waist. A belt made from bone swirls around his mid-riff, holding in place his first bone creation, the tip of a Kerispear. Black cargo pants drape his legs meeting white and black footwear.
Bloodline History:
Jikan was raised under two chosen Kaguya to provide an offspring of genetic superiority. It has not come to fruition if this project has succeed or not. They began teaching him bone manipulation as a child, which is normally too painful to begin teaching because of the skin punctures. Jikan took to it like first nature, laughing as his bones serrated from skin. He began sculpting bones into intricate designs as an outlet for his anger while drawing inspiration from the sadness in his elder toddler years. As soon as he was able to sculpt his first weapon he chose the head of a Serpentine Kerispear for design. His Father told him how to make the bone as sharp as physically possible and that they required a loving attention to detail, and the occasional tune up. Once his first weapon was made, his mother who was proficient in the dances of the Kaguya, taught him how to do the ritual dances. He perfected them with ease and even had his own ideal dances that he thought he may share with his parents. in his teenage years he became fluent in the art of Kaguya. Jikan considers himself a master of the bloodline, even though his previous father told him there is no way to master it. He continues to practice on his main expense, Wooden Training Dummies - Dances with them, destroys them, replaces them. It's an endless cycle of daily contribution to the Kaguya style.
Character's Mental Description: A deep sadness lurks in the center of this soul, but has only worked to strengthen his resolve and build a psychic field very elusive. It causes him pain for the lives he takes. To Jikan life is precious but also understands not everyone uses it or deserves it the same. He is cautious in his actions and speech, tending to sit back and observe unless intervention is needed. ANBU taught him the meaning of loyalty and perseverance, two traits he proudly puts on pedestals. He carries himself with an air of nobility while looking down on those who are foolish or overexuberant. He believes the point of life is misery and suffering and those who do not do each will end up far away from him when he is granted death.
Jutsu Mastery Swaps:
Old/New
Statistics:
Agility: 600
Stamina: 600
Taijutsu: 600
Ninjutsu: 600
Genjutsu: 600
Chakra Control: 600
Powerlevel:3600
Level:15
HP: 45000
CP: 33000
Class: Kaguya Prince
HP: (60+lvl) x stamina
CP: (40+lvl) x chakra control
Class Bonus: Kinjutsu - Kensei
High: None
Average: Melee accuracy, Ranged Accuracy, Ninjutsu Accuracy, Genjutsu D.C
Low: None
Kinjutsu - Kensei App:
Jikan stood motionless as the father figure came his way, "Block!" That was all he said, it was an easily blocked frontal attack as bones splintered from Jikan skin and stopped him in his tracks. "More Taijutsu training?" Jikan sighed. Both of them backed down from their stances. "Come sit with me a moment and let me explain. Today is going to be a big day" Jikan nodded and sat down on the ledge of the Dojo as his Father brought out a couple of lunch boxes. "Eat to regain some energy, and what I explain here stays between you and I." Jikan eyed the Father quizzically as he munched on contents from the box. "What's you're favorite weapon so far? We've had you try thousands by now." Jikan went over the weapons he had used in his head. "I'm imagining a spear tip with a serpentine pattern." The Father jumped up spilling the contents of his lunch, "That's great! You can already see it in your mind. I knew it." Jikan pondered, it wasn't the first time he had seen this weapon. "Today we will create you a weapon, from yourself. I will teach you how to bond with it on another level but you can never let Mother know, she forbade it. But since our time and relationships are almost at an end as we have explained to you before" Jikan shrugged "Sure, it stays between us, Father." They were never denoted names, just Mother and Father to him since their only purpose was to breed and train him.
"First things first, picture it in your mind and withdraw a large bone from your body for something this important you're going to have to free the blade within the bone, it's fitting as it will become your partner so you aren't alone when we set you off into the ninja world" Jikan pictured it once again, A spear tip with a serpentine pattern, it was pink in color which was new to his vision and confused him. Following his Father's orders, he stretched out his right arm and began protruding a large bone, pulling it out of his shoulder with his left hand. The pain sunk in deep but it was just like the rest of the bones that came through and sent a little masochist chill through his being. When he finished he gave off a little yelp as the large bone. "Now that you have the start and finish... It's up to you to slowly chisel out the image in your mind until it looks just as your mental image does. That's the most important, to create the weapon as it sees itself, not how you want it to be." Jikan shot out his preferred chiseling bones and went to work. Slowly he began to strike the bones weak spots to break chunks off. "The bone will be of your own being, and will become your greatest ally in the field." Jikan nodded and looked up to father, "The vision was different, the bone color was pink..." he coyly looked around "Is it possible to make pink bone?"
"Ah, son. If I may call you that, Prince." Jikan smiled. "I know our relationship is for the Kaguya clan and nothing more but you are my biological son after all." Jikan swore he could see a tear swell up, his father continued speaking. "The pink bone, well, what you saw wasn't bone... it was cartilage." Abruptly the bone Jikan was carving snapped in half and he began to get flustered. "Suppress the anger, if you were to get it on your first time you wouldn't need teaching. Jikan sighed and tossed the project at a wall he frequently threw bones that became useless at as it was littered with bone shrapnel. Once again he pulled another bone from his right shoulder and enjoyed the piercing of the skin so much elation washed over his face. "That's it! Feel it come alive, feel the weapon of your mind and make it a reality!!" Once again he shot out his chiseling bone setup from his right arm. This time he cut the design of the serpentine blade first. "Just a forewarning, you're going to have to stab yourself with it to reinforce it with cartilage. "I'm a sucker for pain," was all Jikan said as he put a riceball in his mouth and began cutting bone to bone for his new weapon.
More bones flew into the wall as he continued, any imperfection would ruin the bond according to his father. Luckily for a Kaguya they had bone to spare and as soon as the broken project hit the wall he was into another design etching and chiseling. "So explain to me how Cartilage is stronger than bone..." Jikan asked with a mild frustration aching in his voice. His father sat up, "It's not that it's sharper, it adds a layer of sharpness almost like a coating to the weapon. Specific to our bloodline we can make the cartilage just as hard as the bone and then suspend it in that density. Leaving an outer layer of thin, yet unpredictably sharp. Getting that cartilage is something.... most won't do..." Jikan raised an eyebrow out of curiosity. "You have to get the Cartilage from somewhere, that means... well to put it frankly... stabbing yourself in a cartilage area and forming a quick thick layer and letting it form around the weapon." Jikan shrugged as he made another mistake and quickly tossed another set of bones into what was becoming a new age art production on his wall.
"Can't I pull out the cartilage when I pull out the bone?" The Father shook his head, "No... then you would have to chisel into it and it wouldn't be on the layer you need it at." A nod, another large bone from his shoulder and back into chiseling. His focus was dominant and his mind Stoic as he tried to craft his new partner as his father referred to it. After many many attempts he looked up to his father, "This is what I saw in my mind. It is shaped just like this." He looked over the bone blade, it was a pure ivory color, the serpentine blade slid down to a hilt with a knot of bone to one side. It had taken him all day and he was still not done but each etching was easier and easier than the last. "Hold the weapon in your hands, close your eyes and tell me what you feel." Jikan followed the instructions, grabbing the speartip by the handle, the blade itself was about 8 inches long and the hilt another 4 inches. A one foot blade designed by his mind itself. The blade ebbed and flowed with energy he could feel as if it were calling out for him to finish it and wield it in combat. "I sense, a calling... something wanting to be set free." His father shot his arms to the heavens. "That's great! Let me see it." Jikan casually tossed the blade which flustered his father, "Don't just casually toss a sharp object!!"
Jikan could only snicker at the thought.
His father looked over the blade, tested it's balance, perfect. "Truly a magnificent piece of weaponry. And the calling you heard will only get stronger with time as you and your blade become attuned to one another. It's time for the finishing touches... and well you have a few places to choose from for Cartilage. The Spine, The Ears, or The Nose... and we'll stick to those three." Jikan thought it over, and heard the weapon call to him. "Let me hold it again and see where it wants me to get the coating from." His father acquiesced and handed him the blade hilt first.
Jikan held the blade and closed his eyes, opened his mind and asked mentally what does a bond take. It was unexpected, there was no voice or words... just a feeling. A simple single feeling of knowing, an unheard request from the blade. "It wants the cartilage of the ear." His father nodded, "Don't deny the bond you feel, if it feels true to you then follow the blade and it will lead you as you use it."
Jikan paused with the blade in his hand, no hesitation he thought as he slammed the spear tip into his ear. "Now, form the cartilage around the blade, quickly!" Pain shot through Jikan as the bone pierced flesh overwhelming him and he heard the blade call out to him wordlessly. Stretching the cartilage from the ear over the blade was a new practice, it slowly crept over the blade and an elation could be felt in his mind. The only words to describe what he was feeling was pure life coming from the pain and stretching. It was an almost unbearable amount of pain dancing with a tornado of creation and the weapon's low roar became a howling piercing in his mind. The cartilage had moved towards the hilt and his father screamed, "Remove it now before the coating goes too far!" It took everything Jikan had left to rip the dagger from his ear, the blood flew as it came out and Jikan passed out.
His father caught him as he went unconscious, laid him down on the dojo floor, applied some ointment to Jikans ear and placed the newly coated blade on his chest. "Good luck, Son."
Jikan was in a dark abyss, nothing around him until a voice called. "Jikan? Jikan are you there?" He blinked and looked around but could only see darkness in every direction. "Jikan, can you hear me!?" Jikan shook his head and replied, "Yes... I can hear you... who are you?" A sigh came out of the disembodied voice, "All that time creating me and you don't even recognize my voice... I guess it can't be helped. Hehe." Her giggle distorted and became an evil laughter. "Our bond is already strong and I'm made from your very bones... You have treated me well. And I in turn will treat you well in our life to come, Master." Jikan pieced together what was happening, he still had questions but couldn't move his mouth. A female swathed in pink clothes that were slightly tattered and torn appeared and booped him on the nose "Awaken, Master." Jikan could move again and looked over the woman. "So... you, our bond... the sensations... You are my weapon?" She giggled again, "My name is Keri, I shall be your Kerispear. Even though you only wanted the tip, I'm much more useful on a stick, but I have faith in you master." She giggled again and was gone.
Jikan shot up into a sitting position with the blade in his hands... "My weapon, is a female... Did not see that coming." His father laughed. "So the bond is complete, I have something for you." The father reached into a drawer and pulled out ceremonial wrappings from past Kaguya events. "You earned these, unbeknownst to you, for mastering your dances and the Kaguya ways... I think they will make a good hilt wrap for your Dagger."
Jikan nodded, took the wrappings and began wrapping the hilt ceremoniously with tender loving care that he didn't know he was even capable of. "Her name, is Keri." A tear rolled down his father's eye. "It's a shame we are only a project and I won't be able to see you grow..." Jikan began getting emotional as well as he finished the wrapping. "We could break Convention and risk the wrath of the Elder Kaguya." Father shook his head, "You won't need us, your power lies not in sentiment. But in sadness." Jikan was confused by that sentence. Father handed him a rag to press against his bleeding ear. "Just remember, today was a sacred day of bonding. Let it forever remain in your memory imprinted as the day you found Keri." Tears began streaming from the father's eyes. "Let her protect you, and protect her the same as your bond will grow and grow.
"Yes father..." Jikan took the newly wrapped dagger and began a dance around a target dummy as he sliced into it he could feel the energy of the weapon and it's anger, happiness, sadness, and an overwhelming thirst for blood. By the time he was done the target dummy lay in pieces.
"Thank you father." was the last thing he said as he began to craft a sheathe for Keri. She deserved the best and he was going to give it to her no matter the cost. for the bond had only just begun.
[WC 2121 ]
(these I found in my PM box!)
Jutsu:
Piercing Taijutsu
Giga Star Breaker (M)
Fake Out(M)
Enraging Strike(R1)
Fillet-o-Fish (R1)
Million Stabs (R1)
Hyper Thrust (M)
Finisher (M)
Piercing Pinholder (M)
Pressure Thruster (M)
Trashin (M)
Pressure Pierce (M)
Non Elemental
Body switch (M)
Medical Jutsu:
Mystical Hand (M)
Coagulation (M)
Skeletal Fortification (M)
Anesthetic Infusion (M)
System Restoration (M)
Mystical Force (M)
Medical Ward (M)
Resuscitate (M)
Regeneration (M)
Pristine Aura (M)
Genjutsu:
Betrayal (M)
Fear (M)
Temple of Nirvana (M)
Body Double (M)
Endless Gap (M)
Verse of Darkness (M)
Crippled (M)
Enfeeble (M)
Pain Killer (M)
Soothing Voice (M)
Deafen (M)
Torment of the Physical Plain(M)
Corruption of the earthly plain(M)
Repetition(M)
The reapers Gaze(M)
Night(M)
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