Age: 25
Gender: Male
Height: 5'8
Weight: 158lbs
Body Frame: Avarage for a Shinobi, has a bit of muscle but not to much
Eyes: Bright Green
Hair: Light Brown
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Rank: Jounin
Village: Sunagakure
[spoilername="Character description"]Much to his dismay Harupia is not quite as athletic as his line of work would like him to be. He is far from being out of shape, but there is not much muscle on his average sized frame. His facial features are soft and pleasant, with a certain youthful, hopeful vigor to the way he smiles, and in his eyes. His skin is a bit more tan then the one of the average Sunan, as he spends quite some time on the surface levels whenever he gets the chance. Besides that there are no distinct marks or scar’s on his skin, as of yet at least. While he knows it rather impractical, he prefers keeping his hair rather long, if only because he usually doesn’t feel like cutting it down. When needed he tends to tie it up in a ponytail, reaching as far as to the base of his neck when needed. As for clothing, he also tends to go for ascetics ore then practicality, usually in favor of somewhat elaborate robes in various colors. When more practical attire is needed, he simply settles for standard Issue Jounin attire…though he plans making some slight modifications to it.[/spoilername]
[spoilername="Personality"]:At the very basic level, Harupia is a rare breed of “good guy”. Seemingly always cheerful and smiling when you talk to him, ready to land a hand if you need assistance, patient both with people who either ask him questions or are going out of their way to annoy him. Always well mannered, soft spoken, first one to seek a peaceful solution and last one to resort to violence. Always out there to greet and meet new people, and hopefully make new friends along the way. Some think that it is merely a façade hiding the men’s frustrations…which is partially true. Harupia can get annoyed, and through out the years has gathered a large amount of pet peeves. However, his calmness and cheerful spirit is part of him being raised in a somewhat noble setting, and partially because of his outlook on life.
Simply put, he tries his best to stay nice and positive, while seeking to vent any stress he might have when he is alone. Of course there are some way’s to try and push his nerves somewhat, from the most obvious such as hurting or offending someone from his family, through trying to downplay any initiative or idea he firmly believes in, to making fun of his work. Either way he is quite a patient man, but once his patience is pushed to its limit the results can be quite violate, like a bottle of pop you shake for to long.
That also ties with his general outlook on life. To put it short he firmly believes everyone should live life to its fullest, and he tries his best to do just that. There is hardly ever a moment he is not doing something. Be it a mission, him working on his own projects, perfecting his control over chakra, trying to improve his physical prowess, reading, listening to music, he feels a compulsion to be active. This also pushes him to try and do his best in the Shinobi way of life, trying to prove himself as a valuable member of the village. Seeing someone “wastes their time” or as he sometimes would say “potential” is also a bit of a nuisance for him, but it only drives him to try and motivate the person to work harder. This can lead to mixed results.
This lust for activity is mostly visible in his free time work, which mostly consists of him working on various pieces of art. Mostly involving his control over the abundant element of sand, statues, sculptures, figures, anything, even portraits. While he sometimes plays around with more traditional art he always leans back to the element he feels’s closest with. Though he himself lacks any real talent for music, he simply loves listening to it. Either way, he likes to be left in peace during working on his projects, but he is reasonable when the issue is somewhat important. And if not…well, there is still patience.
This appreciation of life seems’ to clash with the way of the Shinobi to most, and indeed it can be the case. While Harupia appreciates the Shinobi and martial arts for representing how humans can bend the energies of the world and their own selves to the height of their potential, he dislikes combat, especially taking away the life of another. Though he had grown to cope with the deed of taking someone life, it is always the last resort for him. The very thought of someone’s dead body is enough to case his stomach to churn, and taking the life of someone often forces him into seeking solitude from the outside world at least for a while. Granted, it is not the physical aspects of a wounded, bloody body, but rather the fact someone life has come to an abrupt end which causes him this distress.
There is one more trait to Harupia which is not as overt at first glance. He is a rather ambitious man. He knows he has shortcomings, but that only pushes him more towards working even harder. Whether it is a Shinobi mission or a piece of his art his working on, or even being locked in combat with someone, he aims to perform as well as he possibly could. Also, there is the overarching feeling of a lot of expectation being put on him, so he works even harder. Sometimes a bit too much, neglecting rest and whatnot. He is ambitious, hard working, and will do his best to achieve his goals. Though how far he would be willing to go remains to be seen.[/spoilername]
[spoilername="History"]:
The dessert had been quite a cruel mistress to the natives of Suna…the hotness, the vastness, had made their life though, but it also made the people strong. And with the blessing of the Mother, and the guidance from the Sunahoshi, they could maybe not as much control it, but appease it enough to let them live in piece…but alas, the Sunahoshi had vanished, and the dessert had grown much more harsh. Even the closest relatives of the Sunahoshi, the Sunaku, were still for some reason outside the grace which The Mother of Sand bestowed upon the descendents of the First Men. Although they tried their hardest, none of the clansmen, even those with the most power and control over the sand, could not appease the dessert and stop the raging storm’s which ultimately drove Sunan’s underground.
The most skilled and powerful of this Sunaku, Shigeo, in spite of the failure to appease the dessert, would soon become the head of the clan as his father passed away. And soon after and 5 years after the relocation of the village, he would have a son. Shigeo, being one of the most powerful and ambitious men of the clan didn’t take his failure to well. And as some father’s do, he would see his son as a way to redeem his own failures. So ever since he was little, his father pushed young Harupia to train. The first attempts started at the age of 5, but his mother managed to sway her husband from the idea. However, when he was 6, he was put into a life of hard work, his toy’s and fun replaced with mock weapons, exercise, spar’s, and trying to move around Sand.
Such a rapid shift from a relatively careless childhood did not go over well with Harupia. While he did try his best, he was a rather peaceful child, quite, polite, like a proper child of a noble family was expected to be. Still, when he had the chance to let lose he was full of energy and cheer, and also easy to lose focus on his task, especially if he didn’t enjoy it, like any other child Still, he wanted to make his father happy, so he was torn between trying to please him and his own inability and dislike towards the constant exercise, the big scary people telling him to smack his fists and legs into things, and causing them to lift sand without using his hands. This anxiety was weighing him down and making him perform poorly, which caused the growing irritation of his father. A cycle which could turn out rather badly.
However, as mentioned before, Harupia’s mother was alive and present in his life, a women name Kanade. A women who never showed much potential as a Shinobi or a proficient user of the Clan’s blood ability, but her beauty and kindness garnered her the affection of Shigeo. While the father was stern and demanding of Harupia, she was always there to try and make him feel better, keep his spirits high. But she was also wise enough to see that this rift between them grow wider and was quite worried about the father and son growing distant…but as she spent time with her young son, she noticed one of his favorite pass times was drawings. Especially after a particularly stressful day, she would come to his room and find the floor littered with various pictures, childlike at first, but as time went on he became more and more proficient. And then an idea came to her mind.
One time she when she and the young Harupia were spending time together, she showed him one of her favorite pastimes when she herself was a child, and using her Sunaku abilities to form a small statue, akin to an origami. And then she made another one from the same sand, to the awe of the young boy. As she urged him to try it himself, he managed to duplicate the shapes she showed him rather quickly. Seeing her child so happy, discovering his skill’s could be used for something more then just knocking things over as his father told him made her was just what she was looking for. She didn’t except just how far her little lesson would move through. The morning next day, she and Shigeo were summoned to the boy’s room, in which the boy himself was laying on the floor, clearly looking exhausted, as if he just passed out…and in the room was an almost life like statue of his mother, made entirely out of sand, slowly crumbling away, but otherwise it was the most impressive feat the young boy had ever managed to perform since he begun training.
This was a turning point in the childhood of the young boy, as now he managed to find a true passion in the skills of his clan, working hard to improve them, his control over the Sand growing rapidly, both in terms of him creating statues or constructs of it, and in more combat terms. These results pleased his father, which caused him to relive how much he pushed the boy. He was still unhappy he wasn’t showing much interest in physical prowess, but the way his mastery of the Clan techniques grew was a good start. And thus father and son trained together, and as for Harupia, his passion for art, as well as his ambition to make himself better, at first to please his dad, but later on simply to be able to perform grater feats on his own, was born.
He joined the academy as most of the Shinobi at the age of 9, but he stayed there a bit longer then you average child, until the age of 15. While he was a keen student and his Ninjutsu and chakra based skills were more then sati factionary, he was lacking in physical ability, which caused him to fail his first Genin exam. The last two years were a time of focus on his body, both in Academy and at home, his father pushing him to do his best. This time though, it was a welcomed encouragement, as the boy managed to mature through the years. Along academy education he was taught within the clan hall’s to become a worthy member of the Sunaku clan. Lessons in proper etiquette, and also history, where he learned about the First Men, the blessing of his far cousins, and the void which was caused by the disappearance of the Sunahoshi. This fascinated him, and at the same time it helped his young mind understand what why his father had such high hopes for him. And so he tried hard, in time growing to appreciate the Taijutsu as being as important of an aspect of a Shinobi’s life as Chakra and Ninjutsu, and also being as beautiful in execution. To him, being able to use you own body to spring into the air in a flurry of kick’s and punches could be as exhilarating as him bending the sands to his will. And thus, he managed to shapen himself to a respectful enough level that he passed the Genin exam at the age of 15.
Not losing much time after his promotion to Genin-hood, he threw himself into the fray of a Shinobi’s life, seeing that as the best way to improve on what he was lacking. During the next few years his character developed, the etiquette he gained from his younger years, the influence of his kind mother, and his general observation that a lot of people seemed to be frustrated by their lives and then they unload it on other people…all of this lead to creating his positive outlook on life…well, and the fact in general he was a nice person. Also, for the first time he felt like he had some more control over his own life. Granted, he loved and respected his family and father, but now he could make his own friends, earn his own funds, pass the time how he liked it, which usually was perfecting his craft of Sandsmanship, as he liked to call it. And in all hat he remained humble, trying not to let his somewhat noble linage get to his head, working his best to prove himself as his own man. Life was good for Harupia.
There was still one event that shaped Harupia into the men he is today. In retrospect it was simply another of his mission, he was 18 years old; it was his second month as a Chunin. A routine task, apprehending a bunch of black market merchants. Only that things went wrong somewhere along the line, with the criminals having backup of some unknown Shinobi as well, which culminated in a battle which left most of the merchants and two of his team member’s killed, with the rest heavily wounded, Including harupia himslef. Everything was a bloody, still mess. What struck him the most was the fact he himslef had killed one of the foregin Shinobi as he reflexively defended from his attack. The sand he loved to use for creating and joy had pirced through another men, and he could see the life slowly fading in his eyes. A normal sight for a Shinobi, but this was the first time Harupia saw death in its true, gruesome manner. And he didn’t take it to well.
The next month he spent in seclusion, in the small apartment he was living in, spending his days either trying to fall asleep or work on some kind of picture, statue, anything. But whatever he did evoked the memories of the disfigured bodies, the lifeless eyes…he just couldn’t take the thought. It took his father practically bashing through the door of his house to get to him. And for the next 3 days, he and his father talked, not just like father and son, but like two men, two Shinobi. While berating his son for being so easy to panic, he understood the difficulty of taking a life, and how people take for granted the readiness of a Shinobi to take someone’s life. But that was how it was ment to be. He was a Shinobi, a Sunaku. He needed to do his best to help his village thrive, which also menat defeating its enemies. And not all of them would be put down by simply subduing them. It was a harsh, but in a way clensing experiance, as his father put it. He had met death face to face, and now he had to choose if he would grovel in fear, watching it consume everything and everyone he held dear, or try and fight back, try and make a diference as much as one could. And with that, Shigeo managed to bring back his son's resolve.
After that, Harupia returned to being an actively working Shinobi, and gradually reformed to his old, cheerful self. Through out the next years, he would serve his country well, and work to improve himself as a Shinobi, both in body and spirit, in order to serve his country and try to bring his family the respect he believed they deserved. In the meantime he had managed to gain a reputation for his pieces of work, his sand sculpting and pictures quite a popular sale on the Sunan bazaar’s. He also was taking a more active role in the internal dealings of the clan, spending more time in the clan houshold, though still keeping his own house and workshop, getting himslef known as a resonable but determined man, and often being asked by his father to aid him with advice, clearly wanting to prepare him to take over the mantle of the leader of the Sunaku eventually. And for his dedicated and effective work as a Shinobi, he had gained quite a degree of respect, even inspite of his somewhat goofy disposition. What truly gained him recogntion was a task where he, as the commanding chunin of a team, on a mission to track down a possible group of Shinobi trying to defect, escaping through a crack in the wall seperating the city form the Diamond Maelstrom. As the repots shown, the group of five managed to trick thethe rest of the team and caputre them, leaving only Harupia to fight them. In a turn of events not many really expected from the happy go lucky Shinobi, not only did he manage to defeat the Shinobi and subdue them without taking the lfie of any of them, but also venture into the Mealstorm, where one of the defectors ran of two with one of his team as a hostage, and bring them all back alive and with only moderate damage, sheilding them with his snads whiel he took the backlash of the dunes himslef. While he was hurt quite a bit, he managed to recover well. And after such a remarkable performance, He was granted the title of Jounin at the age of 23. 2 years after that Harupia could smile looking at his past, and hopefully look into what the future held.[/spoilername]
Gender: Male
Height: 5'8
Weight: 158lbs
Body Frame: Avarage for a Shinobi, has a bit of muscle but not to much
Eyes: Bright Green
Hair: Light Brown
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Rank: Jounin
Village: Sunagakure
[spoilername="Character description"]Much to his dismay Harupia is not quite as athletic as his line of work would like him to be. He is far from being out of shape, but there is not much muscle on his average sized frame. His facial features are soft and pleasant, with a certain youthful, hopeful vigor to the way he smiles, and in his eyes. His skin is a bit more tan then the one of the average Sunan, as he spends quite some time on the surface levels whenever he gets the chance. Besides that there are no distinct marks or scar’s on his skin, as of yet at least. While he knows it rather impractical, he prefers keeping his hair rather long, if only because he usually doesn’t feel like cutting it down. When needed he tends to tie it up in a ponytail, reaching as far as to the base of his neck when needed. As for clothing, he also tends to go for ascetics ore then practicality, usually in favor of somewhat elaborate robes in various colors. When more practical attire is needed, he simply settles for standard Issue Jounin attire…though he plans making some slight modifications to it.[/spoilername]
[spoilername="Personality"]:At the very basic level, Harupia is a rare breed of “good guy”. Seemingly always cheerful and smiling when you talk to him, ready to land a hand if you need assistance, patient both with people who either ask him questions or are going out of their way to annoy him. Always well mannered, soft spoken, first one to seek a peaceful solution and last one to resort to violence. Always out there to greet and meet new people, and hopefully make new friends along the way. Some think that it is merely a façade hiding the men’s frustrations…which is partially true. Harupia can get annoyed, and through out the years has gathered a large amount of pet peeves. However, his calmness and cheerful spirit is part of him being raised in a somewhat noble setting, and partially because of his outlook on life.
Simply put, he tries his best to stay nice and positive, while seeking to vent any stress he might have when he is alone. Of course there are some way’s to try and push his nerves somewhat, from the most obvious such as hurting or offending someone from his family, through trying to downplay any initiative or idea he firmly believes in, to making fun of his work. Either way he is quite a patient man, but once his patience is pushed to its limit the results can be quite violate, like a bottle of pop you shake for to long.
That also ties with his general outlook on life. To put it short he firmly believes everyone should live life to its fullest, and he tries his best to do just that. There is hardly ever a moment he is not doing something. Be it a mission, him working on his own projects, perfecting his control over chakra, trying to improve his physical prowess, reading, listening to music, he feels a compulsion to be active. This also pushes him to try and do his best in the Shinobi way of life, trying to prove himself as a valuable member of the village. Seeing someone “wastes their time” or as he sometimes would say “potential” is also a bit of a nuisance for him, but it only drives him to try and motivate the person to work harder. This can lead to mixed results.
This lust for activity is mostly visible in his free time work, which mostly consists of him working on various pieces of art. Mostly involving his control over the abundant element of sand, statues, sculptures, figures, anything, even portraits. While he sometimes plays around with more traditional art he always leans back to the element he feels’s closest with. Though he himself lacks any real talent for music, he simply loves listening to it. Either way, he likes to be left in peace during working on his projects, but he is reasonable when the issue is somewhat important. And if not…well, there is still patience.
This appreciation of life seems’ to clash with the way of the Shinobi to most, and indeed it can be the case. While Harupia appreciates the Shinobi and martial arts for representing how humans can bend the energies of the world and their own selves to the height of their potential, he dislikes combat, especially taking away the life of another. Though he had grown to cope with the deed of taking someone life, it is always the last resort for him. The very thought of someone’s dead body is enough to case his stomach to churn, and taking the life of someone often forces him into seeking solitude from the outside world at least for a while. Granted, it is not the physical aspects of a wounded, bloody body, but rather the fact someone life has come to an abrupt end which causes him this distress.
There is one more trait to Harupia which is not as overt at first glance. He is a rather ambitious man. He knows he has shortcomings, but that only pushes him more towards working even harder. Whether it is a Shinobi mission or a piece of his art his working on, or even being locked in combat with someone, he aims to perform as well as he possibly could. Also, there is the overarching feeling of a lot of expectation being put on him, so he works even harder. Sometimes a bit too much, neglecting rest and whatnot. He is ambitious, hard working, and will do his best to achieve his goals. Though how far he would be willing to go remains to be seen.[/spoilername]
[spoilername="History"]:
The dessert had been quite a cruel mistress to the natives of Suna…the hotness, the vastness, had made their life though, but it also made the people strong. And with the blessing of the Mother, and the guidance from the Sunahoshi, they could maybe not as much control it, but appease it enough to let them live in piece…but alas, the Sunahoshi had vanished, and the dessert had grown much more harsh. Even the closest relatives of the Sunahoshi, the Sunaku, were still for some reason outside the grace which The Mother of Sand bestowed upon the descendents of the First Men. Although they tried their hardest, none of the clansmen, even those with the most power and control over the sand, could not appease the dessert and stop the raging storm’s which ultimately drove Sunan’s underground.
The most skilled and powerful of this Sunaku, Shigeo, in spite of the failure to appease the dessert, would soon become the head of the clan as his father passed away. And soon after and 5 years after the relocation of the village, he would have a son. Shigeo, being one of the most powerful and ambitious men of the clan didn’t take his failure to well. And as some father’s do, he would see his son as a way to redeem his own failures. So ever since he was little, his father pushed young Harupia to train. The first attempts started at the age of 5, but his mother managed to sway her husband from the idea. However, when he was 6, he was put into a life of hard work, his toy’s and fun replaced with mock weapons, exercise, spar’s, and trying to move around Sand.
Such a rapid shift from a relatively careless childhood did not go over well with Harupia. While he did try his best, he was a rather peaceful child, quite, polite, like a proper child of a noble family was expected to be. Still, when he had the chance to let lose he was full of energy and cheer, and also easy to lose focus on his task, especially if he didn’t enjoy it, like any other child Still, he wanted to make his father happy, so he was torn between trying to please him and his own inability and dislike towards the constant exercise, the big scary people telling him to smack his fists and legs into things, and causing them to lift sand without using his hands. This anxiety was weighing him down and making him perform poorly, which caused the growing irritation of his father. A cycle which could turn out rather badly.
However, as mentioned before, Harupia’s mother was alive and present in his life, a women name Kanade. A women who never showed much potential as a Shinobi or a proficient user of the Clan’s blood ability, but her beauty and kindness garnered her the affection of Shigeo. While the father was stern and demanding of Harupia, she was always there to try and make him feel better, keep his spirits high. But she was also wise enough to see that this rift between them grow wider and was quite worried about the father and son growing distant…but as she spent time with her young son, she noticed one of his favorite pass times was drawings. Especially after a particularly stressful day, she would come to his room and find the floor littered with various pictures, childlike at first, but as time went on he became more and more proficient. And then an idea came to her mind.
One time she when she and the young Harupia were spending time together, she showed him one of her favorite pastimes when she herself was a child, and using her Sunaku abilities to form a small statue, akin to an origami. And then she made another one from the same sand, to the awe of the young boy. As she urged him to try it himself, he managed to duplicate the shapes she showed him rather quickly. Seeing her child so happy, discovering his skill’s could be used for something more then just knocking things over as his father told him made her was just what she was looking for. She didn’t except just how far her little lesson would move through. The morning next day, she and Shigeo were summoned to the boy’s room, in which the boy himself was laying on the floor, clearly looking exhausted, as if he just passed out…and in the room was an almost life like statue of his mother, made entirely out of sand, slowly crumbling away, but otherwise it was the most impressive feat the young boy had ever managed to perform since he begun training.
This was a turning point in the childhood of the young boy, as now he managed to find a true passion in the skills of his clan, working hard to improve them, his control over the Sand growing rapidly, both in terms of him creating statues or constructs of it, and in more combat terms. These results pleased his father, which caused him to relive how much he pushed the boy. He was still unhappy he wasn’t showing much interest in physical prowess, but the way his mastery of the Clan techniques grew was a good start. And thus father and son trained together, and as for Harupia, his passion for art, as well as his ambition to make himself better, at first to please his dad, but later on simply to be able to perform grater feats on his own, was born.
He joined the academy as most of the Shinobi at the age of 9, but he stayed there a bit longer then you average child, until the age of 15. While he was a keen student and his Ninjutsu and chakra based skills were more then sati factionary, he was lacking in physical ability, which caused him to fail his first Genin exam. The last two years were a time of focus on his body, both in Academy and at home, his father pushing him to do his best. This time though, it was a welcomed encouragement, as the boy managed to mature through the years. Along academy education he was taught within the clan hall’s to become a worthy member of the Sunaku clan. Lessons in proper etiquette, and also history, where he learned about the First Men, the blessing of his far cousins, and the void which was caused by the disappearance of the Sunahoshi. This fascinated him, and at the same time it helped his young mind understand what why his father had such high hopes for him. And so he tried hard, in time growing to appreciate the Taijutsu as being as important of an aspect of a Shinobi’s life as Chakra and Ninjutsu, and also being as beautiful in execution. To him, being able to use you own body to spring into the air in a flurry of kick’s and punches could be as exhilarating as him bending the sands to his will. And thus, he managed to shapen himself to a respectful enough level that he passed the Genin exam at the age of 15.
Not losing much time after his promotion to Genin-hood, he threw himself into the fray of a Shinobi’s life, seeing that as the best way to improve on what he was lacking. During the next few years his character developed, the etiquette he gained from his younger years, the influence of his kind mother, and his general observation that a lot of people seemed to be frustrated by their lives and then they unload it on other people…all of this lead to creating his positive outlook on life…well, and the fact in general he was a nice person. Also, for the first time he felt like he had some more control over his own life. Granted, he loved and respected his family and father, but now he could make his own friends, earn his own funds, pass the time how he liked it, which usually was perfecting his craft of Sandsmanship, as he liked to call it. And in all hat he remained humble, trying not to let his somewhat noble linage get to his head, working his best to prove himself as his own man. Life was good for Harupia.
There was still one event that shaped Harupia into the men he is today. In retrospect it was simply another of his mission, he was 18 years old; it was his second month as a Chunin. A routine task, apprehending a bunch of black market merchants. Only that things went wrong somewhere along the line, with the criminals having backup of some unknown Shinobi as well, which culminated in a battle which left most of the merchants and two of his team member’s killed, with the rest heavily wounded, Including harupia himslef. Everything was a bloody, still mess. What struck him the most was the fact he himslef had killed one of the foregin Shinobi as he reflexively defended from his attack. The sand he loved to use for creating and joy had pirced through another men, and he could see the life slowly fading in his eyes. A normal sight for a Shinobi, but this was the first time Harupia saw death in its true, gruesome manner. And he didn’t take it to well.
The next month he spent in seclusion, in the small apartment he was living in, spending his days either trying to fall asleep or work on some kind of picture, statue, anything. But whatever he did evoked the memories of the disfigured bodies, the lifeless eyes…he just couldn’t take the thought. It took his father practically bashing through the door of his house to get to him. And for the next 3 days, he and his father talked, not just like father and son, but like two men, two Shinobi. While berating his son for being so easy to panic, he understood the difficulty of taking a life, and how people take for granted the readiness of a Shinobi to take someone’s life. But that was how it was ment to be. He was a Shinobi, a Sunaku. He needed to do his best to help his village thrive, which also menat defeating its enemies. And not all of them would be put down by simply subduing them. It was a harsh, but in a way clensing experiance, as his father put it. He had met death face to face, and now he had to choose if he would grovel in fear, watching it consume everything and everyone he held dear, or try and fight back, try and make a diference as much as one could. And with that, Shigeo managed to bring back his son's resolve.
After that, Harupia returned to being an actively working Shinobi, and gradually reformed to his old, cheerful self. Through out the next years, he would serve his country well, and work to improve himself as a Shinobi, both in body and spirit, in order to serve his country and try to bring his family the respect he believed they deserved. In the meantime he had managed to gain a reputation for his pieces of work, his sand sculpting and pictures quite a popular sale on the Sunan bazaar’s. He also was taking a more active role in the internal dealings of the clan, spending more time in the clan houshold, though still keeping his own house and workshop, getting himslef known as a resonable but determined man, and often being asked by his father to aid him with advice, clearly wanting to prepare him to take over the mantle of the leader of the Sunaku eventually. And for his dedicated and effective work as a Shinobi, he had gained quite a degree of respect, even inspite of his somewhat goofy disposition. What truly gained him recogntion was a task where he, as the commanding chunin of a team, on a mission to track down a possible group of Shinobi trying to defect, escaping through a crack in the wall seperating the city form the Diamond Maelstrom. As the repots shown, the group of five managed to trick thethe rest of the team and caputre them, leaving only Harupia to fight them. In a turn of events not many really expected from the happy go lucky Shinobi, not only did he manage to defeat the Shinobi and subdue them without taking the lfie of any of them, but also venture into the Mealstorm, where one of the defectors ran of two with one of his team as a hostage, and bring them all back alive and with only moderate damage, sheilding them with his snads whiel he took the backlash of the dunes himslef. While he was hurt quite a bit, he managed to recover well. And after such a remarkable performance, He was granted the title of Jounin at the age of 23. 2 years after that Harupia could smile looking at his past, and hopefully look into what the future held.[/spoilername]
