Old Character Name: Sakurai Iori
Old Village/Missing: Stone
OCR Type: Inactivity Return/Full Rebirth
Last Known Where-abouts: Stone
Old IC Rank: Sp.Jounin
New Character Name: Yamanaka Tsukiya
Preferred Username: Tsukiya
New Village: Cloud
New BL/CA: Yamanaka
Custom Class:
Main Branch/ANBU/Med-Nin: Main Branch
IC Rank: Jounin
Character Age: 21
Gender: Male
Character's Physical Description: Tsukiya is typically seen dressed in a white hoodie over olive-green pants, or a scarf over a black jacket when it's colder. He loves the scarf to the point that if anything were to happen to it he would probably put an end to whoever the culprit was. His eyes are different due to his condition; one eye is blue, whereas the other is a constantly active red sharingan. However, both of his eyes appear blue during his everyday life because he constantly has a transformation jutsu active to hide the true nature of his eye.
Character's Mental Description: Tsukiya sometimes feels conflicted about how he should react to stressful situations. His alignment is more Chaotic Good than anything, because he knows right from wrong but believes even more firmly that the end justifies the means. He likes to play dumb a lot of the time so he can get a good idea of everyone else's motives before they figure him out.
Multiple Personality Application: N/A
Character History: I love my mom.
She was my protector, my best friend, and my inspiration. Now, she’s locked up in a nut house. To fully understand the direction my life has gone in, I need to start at the beginning:
My parents were both shinobi from different clans. Born and raised in Kumogakure, the two were probably fated to meet at some point. When they did, they immediately fell in love and moved in together. My father had taken a more relaxed path, taking occasional simple missions and running the flower shop passed down through generations of his branch of the Yamanaka clan. My mother, on the other hand, was incredibly adventurous and excited about exploring and helping people. She was an Uchiha, and became a medical ninja when she was a teenager. She and her sister were placed on the same squad, and constantly supported one another. I can still remember their matching faces, with glowing smiles radiating out to each other and everyone else around. Sometimes she would stick around for longer than a few weeks, but most of the time my father was the one raising me. He taught me everything there was to know about flowers, and I grew to love each and every one of them. They were just like people, all with their own distinct qualities that make them different from the rest. I don’t believe any single flower is the same. I think they all have something that is their own. Everyone deserves to have that.
I love Genjutsu too. Knowing what both of my parents did at a young age, I was raised with an idea in my head that all shinobi should be on a pedestal. My favorite people in the world were shinobi, and they were good, so all shinobi must be good, right? My parents both came from bloodlines that specialized in illusions, and we had a lot of fun with it. As a small child, I loved the tricks they would show me, the way that a single look from my mom’s bright red eyes could put me to sleep in seconds. This may sound a little bit crazy, but whenever I was sad, my father would cast a jutsu on me that made me believe I was in a world of colorful flowers and mystifying scents. I would look around at the flowers covering the ground around me and the sakura blossoms floating down from the sky, and immediately feel calm. One thing that I was never happy about was that I didn’t resemble my mother very much. My father and I had a clear resemblance, both with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a similar facial structure. My mother had slick black hair, a different face, and she could change her eyes from a dark color to a bright red. The bright red eyes that made me feel excited and completely relaxed every time she showed them to me. Oftentimes, I would nag to her about my discontent. One time in particular, her words stuck with me. I approached her in the kitchen with a frustrated look plastered on my face. She was washing dishes, but without even looking at me she knew that I was upset. “What’s the matter, Tsuki?” she asked without taking her gaze from the sink. I hesitated, “I, uh…I just don’t know why I don’t look like you. Why are my eyes blue and yours are red all the time? Why do I look so much like Daddy, but not you?” I felt tears well up in my eyes, and my throat close up slightly. I’d been a bit of a crier at that stage in my life, but my mom always knew how to handle me. She dried her hands on a towel and turned around in a flash, picking me up and holding me close to her. “I know that it’s hard to understand right now, but your father and I come from different families. Our families have differences that make us look different and do different things, but the one thing we have in common no matter what is you, Tsuki. Our two families came together when you were born into this world, and we both love you more than anything else. So what if you don’t have my eyes? That’s fine! Your eyes are beautiful the way they are, and I wouldn’t dare change a thing about them,” she said so lovingly that I felt even more like I would cry than before. “But Mom,” I started, “I don’t understand why I don’t look like you at all…” I trailed off, but she surprised me with a laugh that I could feel coming from her belly. She pulled me away from her just enough that she could gaze into my eyes with affection. “You may have your father’s looks, but you have my heart, Tsuki. You love life the same way that I do, and you can never let that get taken from you. Smell all the flowers, sleep in a field of them if you want to, but never let yourself regret missing an opportunity.” I watched the tears well up in her eyes before she pulled me in tighter than ever and we cried happily together. Soon, we were interrupted by a voice coming from the doorway of the kitchen. “Hey, Yuki, you ready to go? We’ve got to get on the road—Tsuki! My precious nephew, how are you doing, champ? I haven’t seen you in weeks! You look so big!” My aunt, Ayame, had shown up to bring my mother on another mission. I loved Ayame because she was always making me laugh and bringing a ray of positivity wherever she went. She grabbed me out of my mother’s arms and ruffled my hair relentlessly, but I loved every second of it. “Oh, you’re right! We’re so late! Okay. Okay. Tsuki, tell your father that I didn’t get a chance to clean the bathroom today but I’ll do it when we get back from this mission. It should only take a day or two,” my mother said. She kissed me on the head, and the two of them were gone a minute later. That was the last time that I saw my mother the way I loved her. Everything changed on that mission.
When my mother returned, she wasn’t the same person. She was distant, and I could hear her crying when my father wasn’t around. She had been back for a day, but she wouldn’t say anything to us about what had happened. My father had been assigned a quick mission, and I could see that she was forcing a smile to assure him it was alright to leave. He didn’t see through it, but I did. I knew that she wasn’t okay. She had been looking at me in a way that gave off the feelings of hope, anxiety, and desperation. It was terrifying to be around her, but I didn’t know why. My gut told me to stay away from her, so that’s what I did. I went to sleep early, hoping that in the morning I would wake up to the smell of breakfast being cooked and hear her humming soft melodies across the house. Unfortunately, I didn’t make it until morning. I was woken up by my mother, dragging me out of bed toward the bathroom. I struggled to get away from her, pulling my arms away from her hands, but she was too strong for me to get away from. “Mom! What are you doing?! I’m scared!” The fear was clear in my voice, and I was shaking like I had been left out in the cold for a whole day. “This is going to make everything alright, Tsuki. We’re going to make everything right again, don’t you worry.” It wasn’t comforting. It was even more frightening than it had already been. “No! Mom, I don’t think Daddy would be okay with this, what are you doing?!” Then, I looked up at her eyes. That was my mistake. She returned my gaze, and immediately I felt myself drifting into a deep sleep. All I can remember is that her eyes were a different pattern than I’d ever seen, and she whispered “I’m sorry, Ayame,” before I dozed off.
What had happened was tragic, in reality. On the mission, things took an unexpected turn and the squad was forced to engage in battle. Ayame was killed in battle, and my mother knew that she was too far gone to heal. My mother snapped, killing everyone on the opposing side and her own squad (except one that managed to report back to the village about what had happened) with a black flame. Before Ayame died, my mother had the idea to take both of her eyes and bring them back to me. She thought that if she could transplant them into me, that Ayame could live on in a way and I could finally have the sharingan eyes that I talked about. She had become mentally ill, triggered by the death of her sister. Only one of the eyes was preserved enough, and she did successfully transplant it in the place of one of my own. Just as she finished the procedure, a team of ANBU arrived at my home to take her away, with my father trailing right behind. I didn’t wake up for a few days, and I’ve been told that my father held me the entire time. My mother was sick, and she had used me to fill the hole that had been ripped in her heart so suddenly. I don’t blame her, necessarily, but I also know that my eye marks a shameful incident in the Uchiha clan’s history. When I was old enough to enter the academy, I covered the eye with bandages at all times. With more experience, I was able to start hiding its true nature with methods such as transformation jutsu and genjutsu that most people were unable to see through. I am a shinobi now, doing mostly reconnaissance missions because of the way they work so well with my set of skills. I’m always aware of my roots, because I have a constant reminder in the upper right side of my face.
WC=1720
Clan Request: N/A
Death/Retirement Thread: Nonexistent, coming back from long inactivity
Old Profile: I have no idea
Old Training: I have no idea
Old Dojo: I have no idea
Old FAQ: N/A
Special Usergroups: N/A
Old Stats:
Agility: 600/600
Stamina: 600/600
Ninjutsu: 600/600
Taijutsu: 600/600
Genjutsu: 415/600
Chakra control: 600/600
Old OOC Rank: S-Rank
Stat Cut: N/A
New Stats:
Agility: 600/600
Stamina: 600/600
Ninjutsu: 415/600
Taijutsu: 600/600
Genjutsu: 600/600
Chakra control: 600/600
New OOC Rank: S-Rank
Justu Mastery Swaps:
Heat Wave M -> Twin Rising Dragon M
Searing Eruption M -> Spiraling Silver M
Dragon Fire M -> Meteor Breaker M
Anihilation M -> Steel Dragon M
Zantetsuken M -> Tree Binding M
Higuma M -> Parasitic Infestation M
Scalding Ash Cloud M -> Temple of Nirvana M
Heavenly Sword M -> Torment of the Physical Plain M
Firestorm M -> Death's Anthem M
Spontaneous Combustion M -> Chakra Ravage M
Ring of Fire M -> The Reaper's Gaze M
Dragon Flame Bomb M -> Invisibility M
Abysmal Harbringer M -> Night M
Sol Fire Tempest M -> Deja Vu M
Flame Shield M -> Earthly Impalement M
Mystical Hand M -> Pinpoint M
System Shock M -> Transformation M
Skeletal Fortification M -> Corruption of the Earthly Plain M
Mystical Force M -> Advanced Clone M
Medical Assistant M -> Slowed Perception M
Regeneration M -> Pheonix Embrace M
Gate of Enslavement M -> Takaamahara
Life Drain M -> Izanagi M
Mystical Replication M -> Kamui M
Infinite Abyss M -> Crescent Moon Mirror M
Dark Judgement M -> Susanoo M
Name of any Contract you currently own: N/A
Name of any Cursed Seals you currently own: N/a
Name of Kinjutsu you own: Chimera, but applying for Sharingan Implant in my history.
Still actively roleplaying in any other threads? N/A
I would like to keep Iori as an iNPC if I can
Old Village/Missing: Stone
OCR Type: Inactivity Return/Full Rebirth
Last Known Where-abouts: Stone
Old IC Rank: Sp.Jounin
New Character Name: Yamanaka Tsukiya
Preferred Username: Tsukiya
New Village: Cloud
New BL/CA: Yamanaka
Custom Class:
Main Branch/ANBU/Med-Nin: Main Branch
IC Rank: Jounin
Character Age: 21
Gender: Male
Character's Physical Description: Tsukiya is typically seen dressed in a white hoodie over olive-green pants, or a scarf over a black jacket when it's colder. He loves the scarf to the point that if anything were to happen to it he would probably put an end to whoever the culprit was. His eyes are different due to his condition; one eye is blue, whereas the other is a constantly active red sharingan. However, both of his eyes appear blue during his everyday life because he constantly has a transformation jutsu active to hide the true nature of his eye.
Character's Mental Description: Tsukiya sometimes feels conflicted about how he should react to stressful situations. His alignment is more Chaotic Good than anything, because he knows right from wrong but believes even more firmly that the end justifies the means. He likes to play dumb a lot of the time so he can get a good idea of everyone else's motives before they figure him out.
Multiple Personality Application: N/A
Character History: I love my mom.
She was my protector, my best friend, and my inspiration. Now, she’s locked up in a nut house. To fully understand the direction my life has gone in, I need to start at the beginning:
My parents were both shinobi from different clans. Born and raised in Kumogakure, the two were probably fated to meet at some point. When they did, they immediately fell in love and moved in together. My father had taken a more relaxed path, taking occasional simple missions and running the flower shop passed down through generations of his branch of the Yamanaka clan. My mother, on the other hand, was incredibly adventurous and excited about exploring and helping people. She was an Uchiha, and became a medical ninja when she was a teenager. She and her sister were placed on the same squad, and constantly supported one another. I can still remember their matching faces, with glowing smiles radiating out to each other and everyone else around. Sometimes she would stick around for longer than a few weeks, but most of the time my father was the one raising me. He taught me everything there was to know about flowers, and I grew to love each and every one of them. They were just like people, all with their own distinct qualities that make them different from the rest. I don’t believe any single flower is the same. I think they all have something that is their own. Everyone deserves to have that.
I love Genjutsu too. Knowing what both of my parents did at a young age, I was raised with an idea in my head that all shinobi should be on a pedestal. My favorite people in the world were shinobi, and they were good, so all shinobi must be good, right? My parents both came from bloodlines that specialized in illusions, and we had a lot of fun with it. As a small child, I loved the tricks they would show me, the way that a single look from my mom’s bright red eyes could put me to sleep in seconds. This may sound a little bit crazy, but whenever I was sad, my father would cast a jutsu on me that made me believe I was in a world of colorful flowers and mystifying scents. I would look around at the flowers covering the ground around me and the sakura blossoms floating down from the sky, and immediately feel calm. One thing that I was never happy about was that I didn’t resemble my mother very much. My father and I had a clear resemblance, both with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a similar facial structure. My mother had slick black hair, a different face, and she could change her eyes from a dark color to a bright red. The bright red eyes that made me feel excited and completely relaxed every time she showed them to me. Oftentimes, I would nag to her about my discontent. One time in particular, her words stuck with me. I approached her in the kitchen with a frustrated look plastered on my face. She was washing dishes, but without even looking at me she knew that I was upset. “What’s the matter, Tsuki?” she asked without taking her gaze from the sink. I hesitated, “I, uh…I just don’t know why I don’t look like you. Why are my eyes blue and yours are red all the time? Why do I look so much like Daddy, but not you?” I felt tears well up in my eyes, and my throat close up slightly. I’d been a bit of a crier at that stage in my life, but my mom always knew how to handle me. She dried her hands on a towel and turned around in a flash, picking me up and holding me close to her. “I know that it’s hard to understand right now, but your father and I come from different families. Our families have differences that make us look different and do different things, but the one thing we have in common no matter what is you, Tsuki. Our two families came together when you were born into this world, and we both love you more than anything else. So what if you don’t have my eyes? That’s fine! Your eyes are beautiful the way they are, and I wouldn’t dare change a thing about them,” she said so lovingly that I felt even more like I would cry than before. “But Mom,” I started, “I don’t understand why I don’t look like you at all…” I trailed off, but she surprised me with a laugh that I could feel coming from her belly. She pulled me away from her just enough that she could gaze into my eyes with affection. “You may have your father’s looks, but you have my heart, Tsuki. You love life the same way that I do, and you can never let that get taken from you. Smell all the flowers, sleep in a field of them if you want to, but never let yourself regret missing an opportunity.” I watched the tears well up in her eyes before she pulled me in tighter than ever and we cried happily together. Soon, we were interrupted by a voice coming from the doorway of the kitchen. “Hey, Yuki, you ready to go? We’ve got to get on the road—Tsuki! My precious nephew, how are you doing, champ? I haven’t seen you in weeks! You look so big!” My aunt, Ayame, had shown up to bring my mother on another mission. I loved Ayame because she was always making me laugh and bringing a ray of positivity wherever she went. She grabbed me out of my mother’s arms and ruffled my hair relentlessly, but I loved every second of it. “Oh, you’re right! We’re so late! Okay. Okay. Tsuki, tell your father that I didn’t get a chance to clean the bathroom today but I’ll do it when we get back from this mission. It should only take a day or two,” my mother said. She kissed me on the head, and the two of them were gone a minute later. That was the last time that I saw my mother the way I loved her. Everything changed on that mission.
When my mother returned, she wasn’t the same person. She was distant, and I could hear her crying when my father wasn’t around. She had been back for a day, but she wouldn’t say anything to us about what had happened. My father had been assigned a quick mission, and I could see that she was forcing a smile to assure him it was alright to leave. He didn’t see through it, but I did. I knew that she wasn’t okay. She had been looking at me in a way that gave off the feelings of hope, anxiety, and desperation. It was terrifying to be around her, but I didn’t know why. My gut told me to stay away from her, so that’s what I did. I went to sleep early, hoping that in the morning I would wake up to the smell of breakfast being cooked and hear her humming soft melodies across the house. Unfortunately, I didn’t make it until morning. I was woken up by my mother, dragging me out of bed toward the bathroom. I struggled to get away from her, pulling my arms away from her hands, but she was too strong for me to get away from. “Mom! What are you doing?! I’m scared!” The fear was clear in my voice, and I was shaking like I had been left out in the cold for a whole day. “This is going to make everything alright, Tsuki. We’re going to make everything right again, don’t you worry.” It wasn’t comforting. It was even more frightening than it had already been. “No! Mom, I don’t think Daddy would be okay with this, what are you doing?!” Then, I looked up at her eyes. That was my mistake. She returned my gaze, and immediately I felt myself drifting into a deep sleep. All I can remember is that her eyes were a different pattern than I’d ever seen, and she whispered “I’m sorry, Ayame,” before I dozed off.
What had happened was tragic, in reality. On the mission, things took an unexpected turn and the squad was forced to engage in battle. Ayame was killed in battle, and my mother knew that she was too far gone to heal. My mother snapped, killing everyone on the opposing side and her own squad (except one that managed to report back to the village about what had happened) with a black flame. Before Ayame died, my mother had the idea to take both of her eyes and bring them back to me. She thought that if she could transplant them into me, that Ayame could live on in a way and I could finally have the sharingan eyes that I talked about. She had become mentally ill, triggered by the death of her sister. Only one of the eyes was preserved enough, and she did successfully transplant it in the place of one of my own. Just as she finished the procedure, a team of ANBU arrived at my home to take her away, with my father trailing right behind. I didn’t wake up for a few days, and I’ve been told that my father held me the entire time. My mother was sick, and she had used me to fill the hole that had been ripped in her heart so suddenly. I don’t blame her, necessarily, but I also know that my eye marks a shameful incident in the Uchiha clan’s history. When I was old enough to enter the academy, I covered the eye with bandages at all times. With more experience, I was able to start hiding its true nature with methods such as transformation jutsu and genjutsu that most people were unable to see through. I am a shinobi now, doing mostly reconnaissance missions because of the way they work so well with my set of skills. I’m always aware of my roots, because I have a constant reminder in the upper right side of my face.
WC=1720
Clan Request: N/A
Death/Retirement Thread: Nonexistent, coming back from long inactivity
Old Profile: I have no idea
Old Training: I have no idea
Old Dojo: I have no idea
Old FAQ: N/A
Special Usergroups: N/A
Old Stats:
Agility: 600/600
Stamina: 600/600
Ninjutsu: 600/600
Taijutsu: 600/600
Genjutsu: 415/600
Chakra control: 600/600
Old OOC Rank: S-Rank
Stat Cut: N/A
New Stats:
Agility: 600/600
Stamina: 600/600
Ninjutsu: 415/600
Taijutsu: 600/600
Genjutsu: 600/600
Chakra control: 600/600
New OOC Rank: S-Rank
Justu Mastery Swaps:
Heat Wave M -> Twin Rising Dragon M
Searing Eruption M -> Spiraling Silver M
Dragon Fire M -> Meteor Breaker M
Anihilation M -> Steel Dragon M
Zantetsuken M -> Tree Binding M
Higuma M -> Parasitic Infestation M
Scalding Ash Cloud M -> Temple of Nirvana M
Heavenly Sword M -> Torment of the Physical Plain M
Firestorm M -> Death's Anthem M
Spontaneous Combustion M -> Chakra Ravage M
Ring of Fire M -> The Reaper's Gaze M
Dragon Flame Bomb M -> Invisibility M
Abysmal Harbringer M -> Night M
Sol Fire Tempest M -> Deja Vu M
Flame Shield M -> Earthly Impalement M
Mystical Hand M -> Pinpoint M
System Shock M -> Transformation M
Skeletal Fortification M -> Corruption of the Earthly Plain M
Mystical Force M -> Advanced Clone M
Medical Assistant M -> Slowed Perception M
Regeneration M -> Pheonix Embrace M
Gate of Enslavement M -> Takaamahara
Life Drain M -> Izanagi M
Mystical Replication M -> Kamui M
Infinite Abyss M -> Crescent Moon Mirror M
Dark Judgement M -> Susanoo M
Name of any Contract you currently own: N/A
Name of any Cursed Seals you currently own: N/a
Name of Kinjutsu you own: Chimera, but applying for Sharingan Implant in my history.
Still actively roleplaying in any other threads? N/A
I would like to keep Iori as an iNPC if I can
