Itsuki
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Name: Itsuki
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Height: 5'11
Weight: 156
Skin Color: White
Eyes: Gold
Hair: Black
OOC Job Rank: S
Branch: ANBU
Rank: ANBU
Core Ability: Demonic Ancestry
Kinjutsu: Sharingan Implant</SPOILER>
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Height: 5'11
Weight: 156
Skin Color: White
Eyes: Gold
Hair: Black
OOC Job Rank: S
Branch: ANBU
Rank: ANBU
Core Ability: Demonic Ancestry
Kinjutsu: Sharingan Implant</SPOILER>
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Physical Description
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He has a dark look about him that shows in his eyes almost a bit empty in fact. He stands about 5'11 and weighing about 156lb. His hair is that of a dark black tent that hangs loosely upon his face at a medium length. Itsuki's eyes each hold a different color the right eye a bright red and his left that of a golden hue. The build of his body is that of a tone setting and his skin color that of a bit paler than most people seen around.
He has a dark look about him that shows in his eyes almost a bit empty in fact. He stands about 5'11 and weighing about 156lb. His hair is that of a dark black tent that hangs loosely upon his face at a medium length. Itsuki's eyes each hold a different color the right eye a bright red and his left that of a golden hue. The build of his body is that of a tone setting and his skin color that of a bit paler than most people seen around.
Mental Description
His mental state is that of distance towards people as he has nothing he holds dear to him at all. Life is for him about trying to mask himself to blend with the people of this world for the most part. Cold and a bit of darkness is what can be read from his energy and can be unsettling for those that are sensitive to spiritual beings.
History
The moon hung high in the summers sky as a man in his 20's made his way towards the highest point of a great cliff that hung over a rocky bottom that flowed into the sea. His life had been of no meaning and his health poor, nothing was worth the struggle he felt as he sighed heavily to himself. "This is where I lay myself to rest huh." He gazed into the darkness for a few moments and let his mind slip back into what he had lived for and had lost all the same.
He had neither a wife nor a family to call his own, his friends no longer found himself of use and have long drifted away. His eyes would gaze up at the moon and stars as he took one final breath and stepped over the ledge falling with great speed towards the rocky surface below.
The body of the once young man lay crumpled upon the watery rocks that now made his grave, the water would crash over his form causing it to be dyed that of a crimson red color. This man's death had caused beings to take notice from a great distance with the scent of iron from his blood and the emotions caused by his suicide. Dark beings would take interest in such energy as they would thrive from the feelings of misfortune and grief.
A single wispy shadow form made its way to the now empty shell of a body and took a keen interest in the thing. The smell of death had drawn this shadow to this place as he looked at the broken body, then taking in the scent of the air. His form was neither here nor there as he had no physical body and could only be perceived by those close to death or those no longer of the living. His eyes glowed as he hovered around the body slowly taking note of the damage to the face and limbs. The being felt this could be fixed and the thought of letting this body go to waste seemed to sit ill with the shade. His right eye glowed a deep yet brilliant red as his left shown with a golden hue.
He knelt beside the body and whispered into its ear words none could hear truly of maybe nothing was said at all in truth. The body would slowly lift into the air a few feet as it unfolded itself from its ball of broken bones and bloody mess. He sat down and began to let out his breath as a black shadowy figure just as what he himself appeared as.
The lungs of the body filled with the Smokey air and started to fill the body with it, this continued for what seemed like hours if not days in truth. With the spirit almost now fully gone from vision the last of the air flowed into the body causing the being to vanish fully into the form. The body lurched violently for moments as the bones and damage healed, his face had changed somewhat from the man's when he was alive to a more sharp and dark appearance. The eyes opened as the body now held a red right eye and the golden left one.
Standing up for the first time the spirit found it somewhat clumsy as he stumbled slipping a few times on the wet rocks.
"Hmm, this will take some getting used to I am afraid." He made his way off slowly towards where ever he could find a place to work on his control of his new body. He knew he needed to get used to such unless he wanted to fail at blending in with this worlds people. "A name, I must think of something to call myself as, Itsuki...yes that should work fine." He grinned as he was proud of the fact he had managed to create a new name for himself to mix with the tongue of the living people.
He would spend a few years living out in the outer edges of the Iwa territory in somewhat seclusion as he trained the his body and skills. The one fault if not a few he found his form held was that in the moonlight his true reflection would show and not that of his new form. This would cause trouble he felt if he was found out to be not what he was appearing to others as. Seven or so years passed by before he felt ready to take his first true steps into the human world, his body had not aged since he had taken control of it meaning he felt he could continue to use this form unless it was destroyed somehow.
Itsuki took his belongings of what he owned and made his way to the Village or Iwa to start a life among people. It took a while to become accepted into the village as a member. His days or attempting to blend in have only just started for him and his anticipation only grew
He had neither a wife nor a family to call his own, his friends no longer found himself of use and have long drifted away. His eyes would gaze up at the moon and stars as he took one final breath and stepped over the ledge falling with great speed towards the rocky surface below.
The body of the once young man lay crumpled upon the watery rocks that now made his grave, the water would crash over his form causing it to be dyed that of a crimson red color. This man's death had caused beings to take notice from a great distance with the scent of iron from his blood and the emotions caused by his suicide. Dark beings would take interest in such energy as they would thrive from the feelings of misfortune and grief.
A single wispy shadow form made its way to the now empty shell of a body and took a keen interest in the thing. The smell of death had drawn this shadow to this place as he looked at the broken body, then taking in the scent of the air. His form was neither here nor there as he had no physical body and could only be perceived by those close to death or those no longer of the living. His eyes glowed as he hovered around the body slowly taking note of the damage to the face and limbs. The being felt this could be fixed and the thought of letting this body go to waste seemed to sit ill with the shade. His right eye glowed a deep yet brilliant red as his left shown with a golden hue.
He knelt beside the body and whispered into its ear words none could hear truly of maybe nothing was said at all in truth. The body would slowly lift into the air a few feet as it unfolded itself from its ball of broken bones and bloody mess. He sat down and began to let out his breath as a black shadowy figure just as what he himself appeared as.
The lungs of the body filled with the Smokey air and started to fill the body with it, this continued for what seemed like hours if not days in truth. With the spirit almost now fully gone from vision the last of the air flowed into the body causing the being to vanish fully into the form. The body lurched violently for moments as the bones and damage healed, his face had changed somewhat from the man's when he was alive to a more sharp and dark appearance. The eyes opened as the body now held a red right eye and the golden left one.
Standing up for the first time the spirit found it somewhat clumsy as he stumbled slipping a few times on the wet rocks.
"Hmm, this will take some getting used to I am afraid." He made his way off slowly towards where ever he could find a place to work on his control of his new body. He knew he needed to get used to such unless he wanted to fail at blending in with this worlds people. "A name, I must think of something to call myself as, Itsuki...yes that should work fine." He grinned as he was proud of the fact he had managed to create a new name for himself to mix with the tongue of the living people.
He would spend a few years living out in the outer edges of the Iwa territory in somewhat seclusion as he trained the his body and skills. The one fault if not a few he found his form held was that in the moonlight his true reflection would show and not that of his new form. This would cause trouble he felt if he was found out to be not what he was appearing to others as. Seven or so years passed by before he felt ready to take his first true steps into the human world, his body had not aged since he had taken control of it meaning he felt he could continue to use this form unless it was destroyed somehow.
Itsuki took his belongings of what he owned and made his way to the Village or Iwa to start a life among people. It took a while to become accepted into the village as a member. His days or attempting to blend in have only just started for him and his anticipation only grew