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Sei's a tall, slim young man at about two to three inches above six and a half feet. His body is crafted of trained, athletic muscle and sharp angles, though his shoulders are quite broad. His lightly tanned skin often shines with vitality, a favourable side-effect of his protein-rich diet (this guy's a fiend for seafood). His lone eye is dark green in hue, nothing quite out of the ordinary about it. His other eye, however, the right, is covered by a tasteful black eye-patch, hiding the hole that is his socket.
The fellow's visage is that of a mischievous and friendly man. His slightly angled, red eyebrows are often furrowed over his eye-and-patch, working in tandem with his often smirking or grinning lips to create the image of trouble itself. His lips are quite normal, if not somewhat thin. A red-head through and through, his hair is naturally somewhat spiky, and usually somewhat messy as if he'd just woken up.
[ A G I L I T Y ] 100/175
[ S T A M I N A ] 100/175
[ T A I J U T S U ] 100/175
[ N I N J U T S U ] 100/175
[ G E N J U T S U ] 100/175
[ C H A K R A - C O N T R O L ] 100%/175%
[ P O W E R - L E V E L ] 600
[ R A N K ]
Genin
C-Rank|
[ A C C I D E N T A L - B L O O D L E T T E R ]
HP (50+3+lvl) x stamina
CP (40+lvl) x chakra control
Class Bonus +1 Accuracy and +5% Blood Ninjutsu Damage, +0.5 Accuracy
High Ninjutsu Accuracy
Average Evasion, Genjutsu Save, Melee Accuracy
Low Ranged Accuracy, Genjutsu Difficulty|
[spoilername="History"]"Mama, mama, I did it," the young red-haired boy screamed as he ran into the house, thoroughly startling his mother as she made dinner. He couldn't have been more than seven or eight, and incredibly short - he barely made it to her waist, and his naturally spiky red hair tickled at her crooked elbow. She wasn't sure what he was talking about until she looked down, first noting the fact that he was incredibly sweaty and panting, his chest absolutely heaving with effort.
She looked into his eyes and felt a sharp pang of jealousy pierce her heart. He'd actually done it, as he'd always bragged about doing. Ever since he'd seen his father's Sharingan, he never stopped talking about it, and his effort had finally paid off in the form of the same Doujutsu. It was an incredibly novice one, each eye having only a single tomoe, but still - it was the Sharingan.
She smiled at him, though he was much too excited and hyped (yet tired) to notice how fake it was, nor the odd look of anger and jealousy flashing through her eyes. She simply nodded at him, patting his head without thinking; she still had food in her hand, so it smeared into his hair.
He gasped as he felt it, saying "Mooooooooooooooom," in that annoyingly cute way little kids frequently do. It was a weak, tired one, though, as if he was just trying to stay awake to keep bragging to her about it. He swayed, his fingers clutching her apron as the Sharingan drew even more from his small chakra reserves. Aimi raised an eyebrow at the boy, wondering what was wrong with him, when his eyes went cross and they reverted back to their normal dull blue tones.
Luckily, he fell forward so that he leaned against his mother's leg, his hands still clutching her apron. His cheek was smushed so that his mouth stayed open, emitting both snores and drool. In any other situation, she would have quietly chuckled and carried him to his room, but.....
Something snapped in her as she looked down at the red hair of her young son, which oddly reminded her even more of his Sharingan and her Doujutsu-less blood. His father, her husband Hanshiro, seemed to always have his Sharingan active since his son had been so adamant about studying the tiny details of them, even sometimes going so far as to sit next to his head and draw them with a pencil and notepad. It'd gotten even more annoying when he started asking questions and writing down notes in his scribbly handwriting.
Her knuckles turned white as she clenched the knife in her hand, the one she'd been using to cut vegetables. She looked around for anyone nearby, before narrowing her eyes down at the snoring boy.
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Sei woke up in utter agony, his face swollen and bruised. He couldn't scream as he wanted to, but he whimpered, unable to see a thing. He hadn't known what happened. The last thing he remembered was telling his mother about his new Sharingan, and then.... This. He would've cried if his eyes didn't feel like they'd been branded with hot pokers and splashed with acid.
He didn't know where exactly he was, but he knew he was outside. He could feel the cool air brushing his face and ruffling his hair, a rather sharp rock digging into his back.... Though that pain was of the lowest priority.
He slowly turned over, getting to his hands and knees, coughing. He raised his head before his stomach dropped as he felt something fall then dangle from his head, his chest squeezing painfully. His hand moved up, shaking, to feel his face, until his fingers stumbled into the hole where his eye had previously been. He gasped at the pain, before he felt a fleshy thread connected to his skull.
Sei's fumbling fingers felt along the thread before he felt the beginning of a panic attack - it was his eye. He probed it delicately yet still shaking, finding it had been crushed and deformed. He nearly passed out.
He gasped as he stumbled to his feet, still holding the broken eye in his violently quivering hand. He took a single step, but the small jostle caused his face to throb in pain. He pushed through it, taking another step, yet had underestimated how bad it was. His leg gave out as it touched down, and he went down.
He nearly hit the ground before he felt someone catch him gently, their warm arms immediately making him feel safe where he'd previously lost all hope. "I've got you," a voice said. He knew it immediately: it belonged to Shinrya Kitsune, his matriarch, and someone he trusted fully.
The boy attempted to wheeze his gratitude before he slipped into unconsciousness.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A few years later....
Sei stared into the mirror, his lack of an eye making it easier to keep eye contact with himself. He could only think back on that fateful night six years past, where he'd pushed his eyes too far. But now.... Now he was thirteen. He was older, wiser, stronger. He knew his limits now, and he wouldn't go too mad with power.
He stared at himself for seconds longer, before nodding to himself. He concentrated as he stared into the mirror, feeling his blood and his eye stir as they worked together. He could almost feel his chakra pool into his chest, before slowly sending a stream to his single working eye.
The orb seemed to lighten to a pink, a flicker of fire flashing across his iris and slightly startling him; but he never broke concentration. He could do it, he knew he could. The orb wavered on its pink hue before slowly reverting back to blue, causing his heart to drop to his stomach (figuratively, of course).
He didn't know what happened. It must have been too little chakra - last time, he'd ran out within minutes. He braced himself before he pushed more chakra to his eye, feeling a slight pain in his chest from the now larger pool of power in a single part of his chakra network. The eye began turning red again, darker this time, but it was still far too pink to be a Sharingan.
So he pushed harder.........
And his chest exploded, blood colored orange with his chakra splattering into the mirror and walls. He was in shock for a few seconds before he collapsed. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't even feel his heartbeat. Just... Agony. A single tear fell from his eye as the edges of his vision darkened, his eye closing as he fell into unconsciousness and what seemed like death.
But it seemed as if someone else was looking out for the boy. As if someone had his back. The blood on the walls seemed to glow brighter as it fused with his chakra, becoming nearly too bright to look at before dimming.
His life-fluid itself seemed to fluctuate within itself, alternating maroon and orange. It looked a lot like lava, if one was honest with himself. Every drop began to flow down, causing the mirror and wall to become spotless as the liquid flowed itself back to the gaping hole in his chest, covering the massive wound.
And he breathed. But never woke.[/spoilername]
[ N A M E ]
Shinrya Sei
|[ A G E ]
17
|[ G E N D E R ]
Male
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[ P H Y S I C A L - D E S C R I P T I O N ]
Sei's a tall, slim young man at about two to three inches above six and a half feet. His body is crafted of trained, athletic muscle and sharp angles, though his shoulders are quite broad. His lightly tanned skin often shines with vitality, a favourable side-effect of his protein-rich diet (this guy's a fiend for seafood). His lone eye is dark green in hue, nothing quite out of the ordinary about it. His other eye, however, the right, is covered by a tasteful black eye-patch, hiding the hole that is his socket. The fellow's visage is that of a mischievous and friendly man. His slightly angled, red eyebrows are often furrowed over his eye-and-patch, working in tandem with his often smirking or grinning lips to create the image of trouble itself. His lips are quite normal, if not somewhat thin. A red-head through and through, his hair is naturally somewhat spiky, and usually somewhat messy as if he'd just woken up.
[ A G I L I T Y ] 100/175
[ S T A M I N A ] 100/175
[ T A I J U T S U ] 100/175
[ N I N J U T S U ] 100/175
[ G E N J U T S U ] 100/175
[ C H A K R A - C O N T R O L ] 100%/175%
[ P O W E R - L E V E L ] 600
[ R A N K ]
Genin
C-Rank|
[ M E N T A L - D E S C R I P T I O N ]
There's nothing quite out of the ordinary with Sei's thoughts and perceptions. He's a fairly friendly individual, if not a bit introverted - though he somehow balances this with the fact that he loves to stir up a bit of trouble. Harmless trouble, to be sure, but trouble nonetheless.
He has a love for complicated systems - everything from the human body to the battle strategies. This doesn't stop him from improvising quite a bit, though, and excels in being both versatile yet strategically powerful. His penchant for mischief just makes him that much more so, giving him the skill to use whatever he's got to the maximum effect and then some.
He has a love for complicated systems - everything from the human body to the battle strategies. This doesn't stop him from improvising quite a bit, though, and excels in being both versatile yet strategically powerful. His penchant for mischief just makes him that much more so, giving him the skill to use whatever he's got to the maximum effect and then some.
[ A C C I D E N T A L - B L O O D L E T T E R ]
HP (50+3+lvl) x stamina
CP (40+lvl) x chakra control
Class Bonus +1 Accuracy and +5% Blood Ninjutsu Damage, +0.5 Accuracy
High Ninjutsu Accuracy
Average Evasion, Genjutsu Save, Melee Accuracy
Low Ranged Accuracy, Genjutsu Difficulty|
[ H I S T O R Y ]
She looked into his eyes and felt a sharp pang of jealousy pierce her heart. He'd actually done it, as he'd always bragged about doing. Ever since he'd seen his father's Sharingan, he never stopped talking about it, and his effort had finally paid off in the form of the same Doujutsu. It was an incredibly novice one, each eye having only a single tomoe, but still - it was the Sharingan.
She smiled at him, though he was much too excited and hyped (yet tired) to notice how fake it was, nor the odd look of anger and jealousy flashing through her eyes. She simply nodded at him, patting his head without thinking; she still had food in her hand, so it smeared into his hair.
He gasped as he felt it, saying "Mooooooooooooooom," in that annoyingly cute way little kids frequently do. It was a weak, tired one, though, as if he was just trying to stay awake to keep bragging to her about it. He swayed, his fingers clutching her apron as the Sharingan drew even more from his small chakra reserves. Aimi raised an eyebrow at the boy, wondering what was wrong with him, when his eyes went cross and they reverted back to their normal dull blue tones.
Luckily, he fell forward so that he leaned against his mother's leg, his hands still clutching her apron. His cheek was smushed so that his mouth stayed open, emitting both snores and drool. In any other situation, she would have quietly chuckled and carried him to his room, but.....
Something snapped in her as she looked down at the red hair of her young son, which oddly reminded her even more of his Sharingan and her Doujutsu-less blood. His father, her husband Hanshiro, seemed to always have his Sharingan active since his son had been so adamant about studying the tiny details of them, even sometimes going so far as to sit next to his head and draw them with a pencil and notepad. It'd gotten even more annoying when he started asking questions and writing down notes in his scribbly handwriting.
Her knuckles turned white as she clenched the knife in her hand, the one she'd been using to cut vegetables. She looked around for anyone nearby, before narrowing her eyes down at the snoring boy.
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Sei woke up in utter agony, his face swollen and bruised. He couldn't scream as he wanted to, but he whimpered, unable to see a thing. He hadn't known what happened. The last thing he remembered was telling his mother about his new Sharingan, and then.... This. He would've cried if his eyes didn't feel like they'd been branded with hot pokers and splashed with acid.
He didn't know where exactly he was, but he knew he was outside. He could feel the cool air brushing his face and ruffling his hair, a rather sharp rock digging into his back.... Though that pain was of the lowest priority.
He slowly turned over, getting to his hands and knees, coughing. He raised his head before his stomach dropped as he felt something fall then dangle from his head, his chest squeezing painfully. His hand moved up, shaking, to feel his face, until his fingers stumbled into the hole where his eye had previously been. He gasped at the pain, before he felt a fleshy thread connected to his skull.
Sei's fumbling fingers felt along the thread before he felt the beginning of a panic attack - it was his eye. He probed it delicately yet still shaking, finding it had been crushed and deformed. He nearly passed out.
He gasped as he stumbled to his feet, still holding the broken eye in his violently quivering hand. He took a single step, but the small jostle caused his face to throb in pain. He pushed through it, taking another step, yet had underestimated how bad it was. His leg gave out as it touched down, and he went down.
He nearly hit the ground before he felt someone catch him gently, their warm arms immediately making him feel safe where he'd previously lost all hope. "I've got you," a voice said. He knew it immediately: it belonged to Shinrya Kitsune, his matriarch, and someone he trusted fully.
The boy attempted to wheeze his gratitude before he slipped into unconsciousness.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A few years later....
Sei stared into the mirror, his lack of an eye making it easier to keep eye contact with himself. He could only think back on that fateful night six years past, where he'd pushed his eyes too far. But now.... Now he was thirteen. He was older, wiser, stronger. He knew his limits now, and he wouldn't go too mad with power.
He stared at himself for seconds longer, before nodding to himself. He concentrated as he stared into the mirror, feeling his blood and his eye stir as they worked together. He could almost feel his chakra pool into his chest, before slowly sending a stream to his single working eye.
The orb seemed to lighten to a pink, a flicker of fire flashing across his iris and slightly startling him; but he never broke concentration. He could do it, he knew he could. The orb wavered on its pink hue before slowly reverting back to blue, causing his heart to drop to his stomach (figuratively, of course).
He didn't know what happened. It must have been too little chakra - last time, he'd ran out within minutes. He braced himself before he pushed more chakra to his eye, feeling a slight pain in his chest from the now larger pool of power in a single part of his chakra network. The eye began turning red again, darker this time, but it was still far too pink to be a Sharingan.
So he pushed harder.........
And his chest exploded, blood colored orange with his chakra splattering into the mirror and walls. He was in shock for a few seconds before he collapsed. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't even feel his heartbeat. Just... Agony. A single tear fell from his eye as the edges of his vision darkened, his eye closing as he fell into unconsciousness and what seemed like death.
But it seemed as if someone else was looking out for the boy. As if someone had his back. The blood on the walls seemed to glow brighter as it fused with his chakra, becoming nearly too bright to look at before dimming.
His life-fluid itself seemed to fluctuate within itself, alternating maroon and orange. It looked a lot like lava, if one was honest with himself. Every drop began to flow down, causing the mirror and wall to become spotless as the liquid flowed itself back to the gaping hole in his chest, covering the massive wound.
And he breathed. But never woke.[/spoilername]
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