I’d like to request an inactivity retirement for Ryuuza Chigetsu (just got reactivated today before I could get this OCR stuff in) and follow that with a character rebirth. Chigetsu can become an NPC. I wanted to do it this way, but was confused on the rules. Apologies for the ignorance!
Old Character Name: Ryuuza Chigetsu
Old Village: Cloud
OCR Type: Inactivity Retirement of Chigetsu (and rebirth into Hachidoku)
Old IC Rank: Academy Student
New Character Name: Tokugawa Hachidoku
Preferred Username: Tokugawa Hachidoku
New Village: Kumo
New Bloodline: Aburame
Stats: I’d like to keep the same stat allocations
Class: Rookie
IC Rank: academy student
New Profile Info:
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Sex: Male
Physical Description:
Tokugawa Hachidoku certainly isn’t the most physically imposing 14 year old around. He’s stands at average height with a healthy but light weight. At this age, his muscle hasn’t quite surfaced, but his often dirty and scathed, thin skin reveals the training of his athletic prowess. This kid loves to traverse the outdoors, and his strength and speed greatly benefits. Of these two, however, speed is far more prominent.
On typical days, Hachidoku’s scruffy hair blankets his head in an ashy color. Two thin ashy eyebrows rest above blank and careless eyes; large pupils residing within irises of vibrant greens and golds. When Hachidoku’s ghostly self emerges from his empty shell however, his pupils and eyelids tighten, turning his slender/passive look into one of both swift and aggressive potency. Unknown to most, a pretty wicked tattoo lies hidden beneath his favorite bandana, on his face! Seriously, he almost never takes it off. Even worse, he hates taking his hood off, even in public places – the disrespectful little twerp.
Much like his face, his body is rarely revealed. It may surprise some to find that even at such a young age, Hachidoku has many tattoos; 14 of them to be exact. He gets a piece done every birthday, usually derived from his beautiful sketches. If one were to examine them closely, they’d find that they pay symbolic reverence to the personality within, like some sort of walking manuscript of hieroglyphic eminence. And yet, these reside buried by baggy garb, shielded from the gaze of others. Oh, the forshadowing!
Mental Description:
By strange circumstance or fortune of events, Hachidoku embodies the personality his name suggests (Hachi = bee/wasp; Doku = poison/venom). Compelled by a core sense of duty and a deep-dwelling subservient nature toward those he identifies as respected higher-ups, Hachidoku finds the energy and motivation that he so often seems to lack. Otherwise, while both mentally and physically gifted, his abundant potential seems to lie still in some sort of static void; a blank pool of apathy. But when that sporadic passion is found, look out. Hachidoku can defy expectations with incredible focus and ferocity, shocking all whose attention has grown relaxed and assumptive. When he wants it, he gets it. Unfortunately, he proves all too often to not want much of anything. The monotony of daily life guided by human constructs and societal standards seems so unnatural compared to the simplicity of primal life and instinct. To achieve a perfect sharpness, one must apply themselves to the grind – but to Hachidoku, the grind feels to bring with it a perpetual dullness to reality. And so, while Hachidoku does what he robotically has to, he retreats to his own inner world to escape said reality. He’ll occasionally rejoin the world around to drop a clever comment (a prickly little sting, if you will) for comedic relief, a reassurance that he does indeed exist somewhere in that scruffy head, before retreating again. In his mind, he can explore all paths and directions, journey through past and present forms, unbound by the physical limitations and weight of this world he was forced into. In his mind, Hachidoku can float freely, wings humming the tune of swift cuts through the air, just like the wasps which cover the congested pages of his worn sketchbook; the one tattered by marks of mountain stones and tree moss. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that! Hachidoku can like, draw and stuff.
History:
Tokugawa Hachidoku was born into Shimo Kimura, a small village in the northeastern mountainous region of Lightning Country, at dusk, just as the spring sun peeked on the rise, greeting the cool mountainside with its warm touch. It was under this sun that he received the Gift of the Kikai, a tradition performed at birth by the fathers of the Tokugawa lineage. The sometimes painful ceremony proved not to phase him on bit. His birth setting befitted charismatic, yet soft, glow shown by his little baby face. For the following two years, it appeared he had taken after his mother, Inahima, loudly spouting giggles and smiles as opposed to his silent and cool father, Keiji. His budding personality looked ready to bloom.
Unfortunately, the Hachidoku of today can’t remember the Hachidoku of old, nor does his memory of Keiji come to fruition, despite all the times his elder brother of four years discussed the memories – reciting their father’s proud stories of their ancestors, skilled ronin wielding the Gift and sword. At the tender age of two, Hachidoku first met the cruel nature and unfortunate circumstance of the ninja world. While Hachidoku lay on his mother’s lap, a sudden quake upon the earth gave warning to an incoming avalanche. Though unnoticed by Hachidoku, it would not later go unfelt. The mass wasting event sent herds of bull into a panic, survival instincts compelling them to trample any and all obstacles in their paths. It appears, on that fateful day, Keiji was one of those obstacles.
“A couple months passed and the late autumn began to turn into an early winter. On an eerily clear day disaster struck. A small avalanche began to accumulate down the mountain heading in the direction of the village. The elders told the denizens not to worry. They knew the snow would not reach the borders of the village before its destructive power dispersed. The cows did not. The fearsome bulls began to rage that day, breaking down fences and destroying property left and right. People were getting hurt, and one poor mother had been trampled trying to escape the destructive path of one riled up bull. She was with child.
This was all too much for Keiji to bear, so he jumped into action. He sent his kikai to pacify the mad creatures while he began helping people seek shelter. Coming upon the broken woman, he took off his long jacket and covered the unfortunate casualty with it, moving her body off to the side of the road as to ensure a proper burial later. It was at that moment he heard shouting from a barn not too far away. Upon entering, he saw that an old farmer had gotten stuck while trying to find cover. The man was groaning and whining about the big one coming back. Keiji was confident that his kikai had the situation under control and managed to calm the man down. It seemed that everything had returned to normalcy when he left the old man sitting safely in the rafters of his barn. Keiji began to cross the beaten path on his way home when out of nowhere a great force hit him from the side. He looked up, adrenaline coursing through his veins, to see that the big one had indeed returned. A large, black bull with mighty horns, one freshly covered with blood, stood before him. It was his blood, Keiji realized with astonishment. He looked at his side to see that he had been gored. The hole left by this beast was ungodly. Time seemed to pass slowly as Keiji collapsed to the ground. He looked down the path and saw the woman's body covered by his jacket. It was only then that he noticed the bump of her stomach. He was brought back to thinking of his own children and of his family as he stared into the bull's eyes. The black mass of the beast's body seemed to enshrine his entire vision as the world went black.” (From Tokugawa Hanzo’s historical recount of Keiji)
Growth without a father, a disheartened mother, and a distanced elder brother, Hachidoku strayed from the bright future laid before him at birth. Even at such a young age, he repeatedly found disconnections between happiness and society. His childhood seemed a waste if not for two things; nature his left crutch, jutsu his right crutch. Both had to be explored in secrecy due to his overbearing and embittered mother. With Hanzo as teacher, and his younger brother Ranmaru as his training mate, Hachidoku was able to escape restraint and discover himself. It was here that he could experience the satisfaction of control, something that eluded him in other areas of life, being forced to do this and that. He was tired of reacting to the stimulus of others. Instead, he desired to become the stimulus, to become the laws that guided his own life. As such, when Hanzo introduced attacking jutsu’s, particularly those performed outside the reach of others, Hachidoku reached levels of incredible focus, entranced by the power he now felt. He finally felt like his own entity. He had value. The defensive and close combat techniques seemed rather a dull necessity, so he usually just skated by, his mind still locked on the previous attacking jutsu’s he’d previously learned. After their training sessions, Hachidoku would often stay behind, pull out his sketchbook and drawing utensil, then seek out a quiet place to observe the natural world around him. Thanks to his training, Hachidoku was able to explore further and further.
It was a slightly chilled day in the forest just outside of the village. Dusk was approaching, and the radiant rays of the sun began to play on the boughs of the trees and the old ruins of settlers long past. Hanzo was teaching defensive taijutsu maneuvers this day. Hachidoku groaned, he had been looking forward to continuing his kikai control, but Hanzo never allowed kikai use during defensive taijutsu training because it wasn’t fair to Ranmaru, who had never received the Gift because of father’s passing. As they were training and the sun set a bit lower, a great and terrible rumbling sounded, preceding violent quakes from beneath their feet. Hachidoku noticed Hanzo and Ranmaru heading toward a somewhat decrepit but surprisingly stable stone pillar and beam left behind in the old ruins. He quickly followed suit. His late reaction was made up for by his quick feet. Together, he joined his brethren, huddled beneath the structure for safety. Under the cold stone the three saw branches fall as whole trees were felled by the earth's revolt. A great many shakes emanated from the ground, and it felt as if they would never stop. Amidst the violent shakes, Hachidoku noticed Hanzo had summoned kikai to ensure their safety. Eventually the tremors faded, and immediately the boys rushed home. To their horror they saw ferocious devastation as soon as they exited the cover of the freshly smote forest. Before them was a cliff leading into the fjord just as they were used to seeing, but something was dreadfully wrong. The village was gone. Just like that, it had sunk into the valley of the fjord never to be seen again. Hachidoku’s feet stopped short of the edge, his eyes locked on who seemed drawn to the edge like moth to flame.
Time stood still for a moment, only to be shattered by the slightest utter of a muffled gasp. The world again sunk to perpetual silence. Hanzo turned, his blank face looking beyond Hachidoku’s. Hachidoku gazed upon his elder brother hoping for an answer to the proverbial question. He gaze was met with inaudible action. Hanzo’s body seemed to glide past and out of Hachidoku’s peripheral. He turned to follow his elder brother as he walked back toward the forest. As the boys’ trampled across the earth with steps synced to some metaphysical metronome, Hachidoku couldn’t help but hear a sad symphony. The drums beat as Hanzo’s heels struck dirt. The orchestra blew calm woodwind melodies, sending a slight breeze over the grass, rising and falling, twisting through the boys’ robes. Tiny tears fell from the front of the line to hit a high-hat, followed by the start of slight whimper and tear to Hachidoku’s left. The solemn instrumental proved too moving and Hachidoku’s intial inertia was pushed to join the a ‘Capella of his choir.
Guided by his elder brother, Hanzo, and comforted by his surprisingly tough younger brother, Ranmaru, Hachidoku finally found sight of Kumogakure no Sato. Now that they had found true safety, Hachidoku was not sure what came next...
Old Character Name: Ryuuza Chigetsu
Old Village: Cloud
OCR Type: Inactivity Retirement of Chigetsu (and rebirth into Hachidoku)
Old IC Rank: Academy Student
New Character Name: Tokugawa Hachidoku
Preferred Username: Tokugawa Hachidoku
New Village: Kumo
New Bloodline: Aburame
Stats: I’d like to keep the same stat allocations
Class: Rookie
IC Rank: academy student
New Profile Info:
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Sex: Male
Physical Description:
Tokugawa Hachidoku certainly isn’t the most physically imposing 14 year old around. He’s stands at average height with a healthy but light weight. At this age, his muscle hasn’t quite surfaced, but his often dirty and scathed, thin skin reveals the training of his athletic prowess. This kid loves to traverse the outdoors, and his strength and speed greatly benefits. Of these two, however, speed is far more prominent.
On typical days, Hachidoku’s scruffy hair blankets his head in an ashy color. Two thin ashy eyebrows rest above blank and careless eyes; large pupils residing within irises of vibrant greens and golds. When Hachidoku’s ghostly self emerges from his empty shell however, his pupils and eyelids tighten, turning his slender/passive look into one of both swift and aggressive potency. Unknown to most, a pretty wicked tattoo lies hidden beneath his favorite bandana, on his face! Seriously, he almost never takes it off. Even worse, he hates taking his hood off, even in public places – the disrespectful little twerp.
Much like his face, his body is rarely revealed. It may surprise some to find that even at such a young age, Hachidoku has many tattoos; 14 of them to be exact. He gets a piece done every birthday, usually derived from his beautiful sketches. If one were to examine them closely, they’d find that they pay symbolic reverence to the personality within, like some sort of walking manuscript of hieroglyphic eminence. And yet, these reside buried by baggy garb, shielded from the gaze of others. Oh, the forshadowing!
Mental Description:
By strange circumstance or fortune of events, Hachidoku embodies the personality his name suggests (Hachi = bee/wasp; Doku = poison/venom). Compelled by a core sense of duty and a deep-dwelling subservient nature toward those he identifies as respected higher-ups, Hachidoku finds the energy and motivation that he so often seems to lack. Otherwise, while both mentally and physically gifted, his abundant potential seems to lie still in some sort of static void; a blank pool of apathy. But when that sporadic passion is found, look out. Hachidoku can defy expectations with incredible focus and ferocity, shocking all whose attention has grown relaxed and assumptive. When he wants it, he gets it. Unfortunately, he proves all too often to not want much of anything. The monotony of daily life guided by human constructs and societal standards seems so unnatural compared to the simplicity of primal life and instinct. To achieve a perfect sharpness, one must apply themselves to the grind – but to Hachidoku, the grind feels to bring with it a perpetual dullness to reality. And so, while Hachidoku does what he robotically has to, he retreats to his own inner world to escape said reality. He’ll occasionally rejoin the world around to drop a clever comment (a prickly little sting, if you will) for comedic relief, a reassurance that he does indeed exist somewhere in that scruffy head, before retreating again. In his mind, he can explore all paths and directions, journey through past and present forms, unbound by the physical limitations and weight of this world he was forced into. In his mind, Hachidoku can float freely, wings humming the tune of swift cuts through the air, just like the wasps which cover the congested pages of his worn sketchbook; the one tattered by marks of mountain stones and tree moss. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that! Hachidoku can like, draw and stuff.
History:
Tokugawa Hachidoku was born into Shimo Kimura, a small village in the northeastern mountainous region of Lightning Country, at dusk, just as the spring sun peeked on the rise, greeting the cool mountainside with its warm touch. It was under this sun that he received the Gift of the Kikai, a tradition performed at birth by the fathers of the Tokugawa lineage. The sometimes painful ceremony proved not to phase him on bit. His birth setting befitted charismatic, yet soft, glow shown by his little baby face. For the following two years, it appeared he had taken after his mother, Inahima, loudly spouting giggles and smiles as opposed to his silent and cool father, Keiji. His budding personality looked ready to bloom.
Unfortunately, the Hachidoku of today can’t remember the Hachidoku of old, nor does his memory of Keiji come to fruition, despite all the times his elder brother of four years discussed the memories – reciting their father’s proud stories of their ancestors, skilled ronin wielding the Gift and sword. At the tender age of two, Hachidoku first met the cruel nature and unfortunate circumstance of the ninja world. While Hachidoku lay on his mother’s lap, a sudden quake upon the earth gave warning to an incoming avalanche. Though unnoticed by Hachidoku, it would not later go unfelt. The mass wasting event sent herds of bull into a panic, survival instincts compelling them to trample any and all obstacles in their paths. It appears, on that fateful day, Keiji was one of those obstacles.
“A couple months passed and the late autumn began to turn into an early winter. On an eerily clear day disaster struck. A small avalanche began to accumulate down the mountain heading in the direction of the village. The elders told the denizens not to worry. They knew the snow would not reach the borders of the village before its destructive power dispersed. The cows did not. The fearsome bulls began to rage that day, breaking down fences and destroying property left and right. People were getting hurt, and one poor mother had been trampled trying to escape the destructive path of one riled up bull. She was with child.
This was all too much for Keiji to bear, so he jumped into action. He sent his kikai to pacify the mad creatures while he began helping people seek shelter. Coming upon the broken woman, he took off his long jacket and covered the unfortunate casualty with it, moving her body off to the side of the road as to ensure a proper burial later. It was at that moment he heard shouting from a barn not too far away. Upon entering, he saw that an old farmer had gotten stuck while trying to find cover. The man was groaning and whining about the big one coming back. Keiji was confident that his kikai had the situation under control and managed to calm the man down. It seemed that everything had returned to normalcy when he left the old man sitting safely in the rafters of his barn. Keiji began to cross the beaten path on his way home when out of nowhere a great force hit him from the side. He looked up, adrenaline coursing through his veins, to see that the big one had indeed returned. A large, black bull with mighty horns, one freshly covered with blood, stood before him. It was his blood, Keiji realized with astonishment. He looked at his side to see that he had been gored. The hole left by this beast was ungodly. Time seemed to pass slowly as Keiji collapsed to the ground. He looked down the path and saw the woman's body covered by his jacket. It was only then that he noticed the bump of her stomach. He was brought back to thinking of his own children and of his family as he stared into the bull's eyes. The black mass of the beast's body seemed to enshrine his entire vision as the world went black.” (From Tokugawa Hanzo’s historical recount of Keiji)
Growth without a father, a disheartened mother, and a distanced elder brother, Hachidoku strayed from the bright future laid before him at birth. Even at such a young age, he repeatedly found disconnections between happiness and society. His childhood seemed a waste if not for two things; nature his left crutch, jutsu his right crutch. Both had to be explored in secrecy due to his overbearing and embittered mother. With Hanzo as teacher, and his younger brother Ranmaru as his training mate, Hachidoku was able to escape restraint and discover himself. It was here that he could experience the satisfaction of control, something that eluded him in other areas of life, being forced to do this and that. He was tired of reacting to the stimulus of others. Instead, he desired to become the stimulus, to become the laws that guided his own life. As such, when Hanzo introduced attacking jutsu’s, particularly those performed outside the reach of others, Hachidoku reached levels of incredible focus, entranced by the power he now felt. He finally felt like his own entity. He had value. The defensive and close combat techniques seemed rather a dull necessity, so he usually just skated by, his mind still locked on the previous attacking jutsu’s he’d previously learned. After their training sessions, Hachidoku would often stay behind, pull out his sketchbook and drawing utensil, then seek out a quiet place to observe the natural world around him. Thanks to his training, Hachidoku was able to explore further and further.
It was a slightly chilled day in the forest just outside of the village. Dusk was approaching, and the radiant rays of the sun began to play on the boughs of the trees and the old ruins of settlers long past. Hanzo was teaching defensive taijutsu maneuvers this day. Hachidoku groaned, he had been looking forward to continuing his kikai control, but Hanzo never allowed kikai use during defensive taijutsu training because it wasn’t fair to Ranmaru, who had never received the Gift because of father’s passing. As they were training and the sun set a bit lower, a great and terrible rumbling sounded, preceding violent quakes from beneath their feet. Hachidoku noticed Hanzo and Ranmaru heading toward a somewhat decrepit but surprisingly stable stone pillar and beam left behind in the old ruins. He quickly followed suit. His late reaction was made up for by his quick feet. Together, he joined his brethren, huddled beneath the structure for safety. Under the cold stone the three saw branches fall as whole trees were felled by the earth's revolt. A great many shakes emanated from the ground, and it felt as if they would never stop. Amidst the violent shakes, Hachidoku noticed Hanzo had summoned kikai to ensure their safety. Eventually the tremors faded, and immediately the boys rushed home. To their horror they saw ferocious devastation as soon as they exited the cover of the freshly smote forest. Before them was a cliff leading into the fjord just as they were used to seeing, but something was dreadfully wrong. The village was gone. Just like that, it had sunk into the valley of the fjord never to be seen again. Hachidoku’s feet stopped short of the edge, his eyes locked on who seemed drawn to the edge like moth to flame.
Time stood still for a moment, only to be shattered by the slightest utter of a muffled gasp. The world again sunk to perpetual silence. Hanzo turned, his blank face looking beyond Hachidoku’s. Hachidoku gazed upon his elder brother hoping for an answer to the proverbial question. He gaze was met with inaudible action. Hanzo’s body seemed to glide past and out of Hachidoku’s peripheral. He turned to follow his elder brother as he walked back toward the forest. As the boys’ trampled across the earth with steps synced to some metaphysical metronome, Hachidoku couldn’t help but hear a sad symphony. The drums beat as Hanzo’s heels struck dirt. The orchestra blew calm woodwind melodies, sending a slight breeze over the grass, rising and falling, twisting through the boys’ robes. Tiny tears fell from the front of the line to hit a high-hat, followed by the start of slight whimper and tear to Hachidoku’s left. The solemn instrumental proved too moving and Hachidoku’s intial inertia was pushed to join the a ‘Capella of his choir.
Guided by his elder brother, Hanzo, and comforted by his surprisingly tough younger brother, Ranmaru, Hachidoku finally found sight of Kumogakure no Sato. Now that they had found true safety, Hachidoku was not sure what came next...
