Name: Tsukinowa Shinjo
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Rank: Academy Student
Personality: Shinjo is the very embodiment of depression. He sleeps constantly, is lethargic otherwise, and hasn’t taken his move into Kumogakure well at all. The boy has done little to make friends and those who have tried to warm up to the thirteen-year old are usually met with a glare, a huff, or just plain ignored. This is all not for a lack of wanting to make connections, but a mental block from years of abuse that force him to believe he’s not worth anyone’s time. His entrance into the Academy, purely voluntary, came as a worry to his godparents as they know how dangerous the training to become a Kumogakurian ninja can be. They fear it’s a death wish he’s following rather than a need to become strong. Only time will tell if the Academy can set him straight.
Appearance: Shinjo has long brown hair that is mid back length, usually tied up into a lazy ponytail at the back of his crown. His bangs often escape the ponytail and his depressive nature does nothing to fix them as they eventually fall out enough to cover his whole face by the end of the day. Shinjo has red colored irises, but has no genetic relation to the Uchiha clan and their dojutsu as confirmed by Kumogakure Medical. His clothing consists mostly of small clothes, a large kimono, and sandals. At his hip is his father’s heirloom katana and the only thing about his person that seems ‘clean’, as bathing seems to be a second thought in his depressive state. The kimono is the only piece of clothing he owns, and blood stains have long soaked into the collar.
History: The Tsukinowa are an old fallen clan of lumberjacks. Once a very rich clan that held more land rights than a family of tree cutters should rightfully have, the Kumogakure war tore apart everything. The current leader of the clan was easily swayed, and backed the wrong side. In a single week the Tsukinowa went from one of the richest clans in the Lightning Country to one of the poorest. Due to the original large population and the amount of land that was suddenly rescinded, a civil war broke out and splintered the main clan into six different smaller ones. After the small war finished and a new head was installed, the clan once again saw a minor return to their glory days for about twenty years. Then, the war between Bear and Marsh broke out, and once again the Tsukinowa pushed money into a hopeless war; this time hoping to be on the right side. Reaping the rewards of a war could have easily pushed them back up to a stronger clan and fold the broken six back into the one. Of course, it didn’t end with one side over the other, but with a treaty, and the Tsukinowa found themselves once again ostracized for helping to inciting it. The clan was officially broken down into a single family unit, their bonds and savings removed and given to war orphans, and then banished far away from Kumogakure to live in the Southern Trading Port.
Shinjo was born shortly after this. His father, the last head of his clan, quickly became a raging alcoholic who was mad at the world for his own stupid choices. His mother was a passive aggressive woman that had been beaten into submission, and took out her anger on the son she never wanted. As the clan’s old trade was the removal and processing of trees, his father went into the actual labor force for the first time in his life and was constantly ridiculed for it. The man had no real world experience, and only knew what a lumberjack was supposed to do, not how. His ability to manage the woodcutters would of been useful at the time, but due to his dishonor, all he was allowed to earn wages for was manual labor. This turned into heavy drinking to drown away sorrows, which only dragged up deep rooted anger he continued to take out on his small family night after night.
After thirteen years of physical, mental, and emotional abuse, Shinjo was an apathetic child who reacted to very little. Fights were common in his house, and he no longer winced at the sound of fists pounding against flesh, or the pleads for help. His world had always been like this, and he saw little reason to stand up against his father after the drunk broke his arm the last time he tried; some six years before. It wasn’t until the man’s anger was finally turned from mother to child did the event that shook his day-to-day finally occurred.
Shinjo’s father had one thing to his name worth anything. It was an heirloom katana made from foreign metals. The blade itself had mysterious runes in an old language acid etched into the sword’s guard, and when drawn, it appeared to glow a soft yellow when reflecting moonlight. The gemstone embedded in the pommel’s cap was worth their entire house, but for some reason, Shinjo’s father refused to sell it no matter how destitute they got. One night, an argument about said sword was brought up, and the words “you care more about that rusty blade than your own son,” were thrown around; unfortunately Shinjo’s father was willing to prove how much more. He drew the blade and moved to drive its point through the child who was just standing there watching with horror. His mother, who had not shown any outward kindness to him even once, dove before the blade and impaled herself to save the child from certain death; she died instantly in his stead.
Everything about that night after watching his mother die was blank. No one knew how, but the then ten-year old boy managed to wrestle the katana away from his father, and beheaded him with what appeared to be a single clean stroke. The child was immediately sent back to Kumogakure to be placed into the Academy due to a clear underlying strength that could be drawn out, but his godparents managed to intervene. They were a shinobi couple, members of the Main Branch, and managed to get their government to at least put a hold on entering him into the Academy until he could shake off the tragedy of losing both his parents so violently. In a rare instance, Kumo agreed, and allowed young Shinjo to move in with them instead, under the clause that they keep a watchful eye on him, and immediately submit him into the Academy if he continued showing any signs of powerful chakra; to ensure this, a doctor would check him once every six months. Three years later and the boy had changed little except that he now lived in the Village Hidden in the Clouds instead of a fish-reeking port. Even his low levels of chakra continued to stay just out of range to be drafted.
Which is why it is still unsure why he has joined the Academy, but he did it himself without the consent of his godparents. The only thing he takes with him into the maw of the shinobi school is his father’s precious sword.
Void Walker App
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Rank: Academy Student
Personality: Shinjo is the very embodiment of depression. He sleeps constantly, is lethargic otherwise, and hasn’t taken his move into Kumogakure well at all. The boy has done little to make friends and those who have tried to warm up to the thirteen-year old are usually met with a glare, a huff, or just plain ignored. This is all not for a lack of wanting to make connections, but a mental block from years of abuse that force him to believe he’s not worth anyone’s time. His entrance into the Academy, purely voluntary, came as a worry to his godparents as they know how dangerous the training to become a Kumogakurian ninja can be. They fear it’s a death wish he’s following rather than a need to become strong. Only time will tell if the Academy can set him straight.
Appearance: Shinjo has long brown hair that is mid back length, usually tied up into a lazy ponytail at the back of his crown. His bangs often escape the ponytail and his depressive nature does nothing to fix them as they eventually fall out enough to cover his whole face by the end of the day. Shinjo has red colored irises, but has no genetic relation to the Uchiha clan and their dojutsu as confirmed by Kumogakure Medical. His clothing consists mostly of small clothes, a large kimono, and sandals. At his hip is his father’s heirloom katana and the only thing about his person that seems ‘clean’, as bathing seems to be a second thought in his depressive state. The kimono is the only piece of clothing he owns, and blood stains have long soaked into the collar.
History: The Tsukinowa are an old fallen clan of lumberjacks. Once a very rich clan that held more land rights than a family of tree cutters should rightfully have, the Kumogakure war tore apart everything. The current leader of the clan was easily swayed, and backed the wrong side. In a single week the Tsukinowa went from one of the richest clans in the Lightning Country to one of the poorest. Due to the original large population and the amount of land that was suddenly rescinded, a civil war broke out and splintered the main clan into six different smaller ones. After the small war finished and a new head was installed, the clan once again saw a minor return to their glory days for about twenty years. Then, the war between Bear and Marsh broke out, and once again the Tsukinowa pushed money into a hopeless war; this time hoping to be on the right side. Reaping the rewards of a war could have easily pushed them back up to a stronger clan and fold the broken six back into the one. Of course, it didn’t end with one side over the other, but with a treaty, and the Tsukinowa found themselves once again ostracized for helping to inciting it. The clan was officially broken down into a single family unit, their bonds and savings removed and given to war orphans, and then banished far away from Kumogakure to live in the Southern Trading Port.
Shinjo was born shortly after this. His father, the last head of his clan, quickly became a raging alcoholic who was mad at the world for his own stupid choices. His mother was a passive aggressive woman that had been beaten into submission, and took out her anger on the son she never wanted. As the clan’s old trade was the removal and processing of trees, his father went into the actual labor force for the first time in his life and was constantly ridiculed for it. The man had no real world experience, and only knew what a lumberjack was supposed to do, not how. His ability to manage the woodcutters would of been useful at the time, but due to his dishonor, all he was allowed to earn wages for was manual labor. This turned into heavy drinking to drown away sorrows, which only dragged up deep rooted anger he continued to take out on his small family night after night.
After thirteen years of physical, mental, and emotional abuse, Shinjo was an apathetic child who reacted to very little. Fights were common in his house, and he no longer winced at the sound of fists pounding against flesh, or the pleads for help. His world had always been like this, and he saw little reason to stand up against his father after the drunk broke his arm the last time he tried; some six years before. It wasn’t until the man’s anger was finally turned from mother to child did the event that shook his day-to-day finally occurred.
Shinjo’s father had one thing to his name worth anything. It was an heirloom katana made from foreign metals. The blade itself had mysterious runes in an old language acid etched into the sword’s guard, and when drawn, it appeared to glow a soft yellow when reflecting moonlight. The gemstone embedded in the pommel’s cap was worth their entire house, but for some reason, Shinjo’s father refused to sell it no matter how destitute they got. One night, an argument about said sword was brought up, and the words “you care more about that rusty blade than your own son,” were thrown around; unfortunately Shinjo’s father was willing to prove how much more. He drew the blade and moved to drive its point through the child who was just standing there watching with horror. His mother, who had not shown any outward kindness to him even once, dove before the blade and impaled herself to save the child from certain death; she died instantly in his stead.
Everything about that night after watching his mother die was blank. No one knew how, but the then ten-year old boy managed to wrestle the katana away from his father, and beheaded him with what appeared to be a single clean stroke. The child was immediately sent back to Kumogakure to be placed into the Academy due to a clear underlying strength that could be drawn out, but his godparents managed to intervene. They were a shinobi couple, members of the Main Branch, and managed to get their government to at least put a hold on entering him into the Academy until he could shake off the tragedy of losing both his parents so violently. In a rare instance, Kumo agreed, and allowed young Shinjo to move in with them instead, under the clause that they keep a watchful eye on him, and immediately submit him into the Academy if he continued showing any signs of powerful chakra; to ensure this, a doctor would check him once every six months. Three years later and the boy had changed little except that he now lived in the Village Hidden in the Clouds instead of a fish-reeking port. Even his low levels of chakra continued to stay just out of range to be drafted.
Which is why it is still unsure why he has joined the Academy, but he did it himself without the consent of his godparents. The only thing he takes with him into the maw of the shinobi school is his father’s precious sword.
Void Walker App
Shinjo’s life has left the boy an empty husk of a person. While this is not unusual for a boy his age and past, what worries his godparents is the emotional void that seems to follow him. The teenager can suck the emotional warmth out of a room just by walking in, and optimistic talk just falls flat against his ears. Usually moments after a person tries to cheer Shinjo up, they stop. Naturally this turned him into a loner from the start, and when parents of the children asked why they weren’t playing with Shinjo, the answer was almost always the same; he had scary eyes.
The boy holds no doujutsu as far as his continued medical evaluations continue to prove, and he seems to have no latent ability to draw and form chakra. Yet, even a few of the nurses examining the child has the unnatural ability to make them uncomfortable, and that his eyes look like bottomless wells when they gazed into them to check dilatation. Old doctors, veterans from wars and battles years gone by, all couldn’t help but sense something off about Shinjo. As a child constantly forsaken by his only parents, to see the public treat him with disregard, and in some cases outright fear, only further deepened the well. Nothing in his life from the port changed in the mountains, save a difficulty learning how to breath in the high altitudes.
It is not tangible, this “void”. It’s not something that can be seen with extraordinary eyes…what follows Shinjo isn’t a mythical realm reaching out to grasp his soul in trade for power. It his his own personal emotional void being unknowingly fueled by his chakra. It draws the hope and optimism out of the children he is being teamed up with in the Academy so far, but the teenager is already showing an excellent aptitude for self preservation despite his overly sacrificial way of attacking problems.
The boy holds no doujutsu as far as his continued medical evaluations continue to prove, and he seems to have no latent ability to draw and form chakra. Yet, even a few of the nurses examining the child has the unnatural ability to make them uncomfortable, and that his eyes look like bottomless wells when they gazed into them to check dilatation. Old doctors, veterans from wars and battles years gone by, all couldn’t help but sense something off about Shinjo. As a child constantly forsaken by his only parents, to see the public treat him with disregard, and in some cases outright fear, only further deepened the well. Nothing in his life from the port changed in the mountains, save a difficulty learning how to breath in the high altitudes.
It is not tangible, this “void”. It’s not something that can be seen with extraordinary eyes…what follows Shinjo isn’t a mythical realm reaching out to grasp his soul in trade for power. It his his own personal emotional void being unknowingly fueled by his chakra. It draws the hope and optimism out of the children he is being teamed up with in the Academy so far, but the teenager is already showing an excellent aptitude for self preservation despite his overly sacrificial way of attacking problems.
