Name: Uzumoreru Kōsa Harikēn
Age: 11
Physical Description: Harikēn is a light skinned boy, with stark Raven black hair, with multiple strands of white scattered throughout it, a symbol of his lineage of the Uzumoreru. He has soft features, with light blue eyes, encompassed by prominent golden ring coming out from his pupils. He has a lean frame, and light on his feet, being taught the way the shadows move early on. Harikēn stands at approximately 4"10. The only stark feature present on his light skin, which would be a black infinity ouroboros; representing the weaving and twisting of life, and the infinite loops we find ourselves in,.
Mental Description: Harikēn is quiet and reserved; he tend to keep to himself, and has never been the most talkative type. He is loyal to his Clan, and to the Sunahoshi. Harikēn forms his opinions of people rather quickly, but doesn't treat them poorly based on those opinions. Though he is always cautious of a potential threat, even at such a young age. Harikēn knew safety in the shadows, and tended to keep there; he is passionate about honing his clans core tenants; subtly, precision, and quickness. Incorporating these tenants into the for front of his neural network is crucial; the difference between life and death is but just a thought.
CA/BL: Magician
History: Harikēn was born before nine years before the start of the Second Chaos Era, under a pitch black sky, with a new moon in the sky. His parents happy that they could bring a child into the world under the grace of a New Moon of the Black Queen. As he grew into a toddler, his parents become teaching him the way of the Uzumoreru; stealth, subterfuge, precision, these were their core tenants of old. Though they still old true in the churning wasteland of the sands. Harikēn never had much aptitude for the physical arts; though he excelled at the elemental and illusionary arts.
He began practicing ways to incorporate his lineage with his proficiencies. Day in, day out, he practiced ways and methodologies to make his Ninjutsu and Genjutsu more silent, more precise. He read books on the Theory of Silent Casting, staying up into the wee hours of the morning trying to obtain the knowledge that he was seeking.
Harikēn held a ball of wind his hand; he was just staring at it intently, his eyes began to focus in a way, that they never had before. He began seeing the inner intricacies of the chakra in his hand; formulaic equations and designs were emanating from the ball into his eyes; filling his mind with knowledge, and it was in these moments, that the solution came to him. Reaching his hand into the ball, his fingertip connected with a design, he was unsure of what would happen. The wind ball began turning more violently, slowly condensing into a more compact ball; it released a low rumble before expelling outwards in a widened blast. Not exactly quiet, but effective from the shadows and multiple targets... But I know I can figure out the solution.
He sat in a meditative state, finding his inner tranquility, bringing into his mind the essence of illusions and shadows. The same arcane designs from the wind began flowing into his cortex; but unlike with the wind, he continued to study them, he wanted to figure out everything these arcana like designs do. They began to whisper their knowledge, slowly, but they were showing him ways to weave illusions and elements. He spent the rest of the day and night theorycrafting his stratagems for the future.
After these revelations, his training sessions with his parents progressed much more easily, as the years turned, Harikēn got closer to being of age to enroll in the academy. It was a full moon night, a stark parallel from the night of his birth; he kept to shadows as he made his way home after enrolling in the Academy for the following year.
Eerily, he could hear footsteps periodically tapping on the ground behind him, but no one ever passed by him; he was on high alert. As he got closer to his home, the footsteps grew more frequent, more hasted. Someone was coming for him, but why. Suddenly, the stopped; his movements froze, they were about to go on the offense, he knew it.
"Hey kid, didn't your parents ever teach that its not safe to be out at night alone?"
His crew cackled and laughed, as they thought the five at the young Uzumoreru, but he didn't falter outwardly, thought internally, he was unsure of what the outcome of this would be... He needed a way to get out of this situation.
[color=D68315]Didn't you're parents tell you not to judge a book by its cover?[/color] He put up a confident front, to potentially deter them, but they had the numbers advantage, and was sure they wouldn't relent. He could feel his blood begin to beckon out to him and twirl and swirl within.
"What can one pipsqueak kid going to do against five adults? You're delusional. The group surrounded him, shivs drawn, and held with the point downwards.
He hadn't practices the diagrams as much as he would've wanted to, but he was going to have try it out otherwise he was in danger. He held up a single seal, an orb of pure wind energy collapsed into the palm of his hand, twirling into a compact vortex. He brought the diagram he had first used on that day to forefront of his mind; he could feel the energy begin to ripple and expand, but instantly recondensing down.
His intense focus made him lose sight of his blind spots, and he was promptly kicked off his feet, and kicked away a short distance.
"You think we're dumb enough to just let you do your fancy magic? Fat chance.
The group encircled him, kicking, punching, pummeling him into the dirt.
Harikēn was beginning to lose consciousness slowly, the light fading from his eyes, and the darkness enveloping him; a female voice whispered out to him. This is not the end young Uzumoreru.. A disembodied voice heralded out to his mind.
...Hu... Am I hallucinating... It was if time began to freeze around him, Do you wish to overcome your current limitations, do you wish to give yourself full to the Uzumoreru way?
He mind began to refocus, who exactly was this entity before him... Scriptures of his clan spoke of a women garbed in black, but surely this wasn't the same, but if it was, She had the ability, and the capacity to do so. Weave and twist, snake of malcontent. My allegiance lies with the Uzumoreru way. She would only nod at his response.
Time began to flow back to him, swirling back into his mind eye as if nothing had been happening. On the square of his back, that was revealed during their onslaught; a sheer black, infinity ouroboros formed. The blood that was seeping from his wounds slowly began turning black, and returning to the body of the host.
Getting up slowly, the group looked stunned and confused at what they just witnessed, its as if they watched death reverse their actions, and made them obsolete.
His blue and golden eyes were replaced with two black, empty void-like eyes,
From light comes darkness; from pain comes suffering. Through knowledge comes power. Chikage Kōhai: Bloody Shadow Devastation...
Black chakra encircled his hand and body as he chanted, he brought his fingers up for a snap.
Die
With no hesitation in his voice, he let the snap echo throughout their ears; they would slowly have their blood, but not red, their blood had turned black like his; slowly began to seep from their pores; Execute
They would begin to scream and cry, one even began to beg, but he held no remorse; they thought numbers meant sure victory. Remember.. Don't judge a book by its cover, but only God can judge you now.
His body was fatigued and worn, he could feel his energy begin to wane from the exhaustion; he turned from the screaming bandits on the ground, and as quickly as he could, made his way back home. His hand rested on the doorknob, gave it a turn, and collapsed into his home from exhaustion. His parents could see the symbol plain as day on his back; they knew he probably didn't know what it was, but they knew their child would be a special one.
Age: 11
Physical Description: Harikēn is a light skinned boy, with stark Raven black hair, with multiple strands of white scattered throughout it, a symbol of his lineage of the Uzumoreru. He has soft features, with light blue eyes, encompassed by prominent golden ring coming out from his pupils. He has a lean frame, and light on his feet, being taught the way the shadows move early on. Harikēn stands at approximately 4"10. The only stark feature present on his light skin, which would be a black infinity ouroboros; representing the weaving and twisting of life, and the infinite loops we find ourselves in,.
Mental Description: Harikēn is quiet and reserved; he tend to keep to himself, and has never been the most talkative type. He is loyal to his Clan, and to the Sunahoshi. Harikēn forms his opinions of people rather quickly, but doesn't treat them poorly based on those opinions. Though he is always cautious of a potential threat, even at such a young age. Harikēn knew safety in the shadows, and tended to keep there; he is passionate about honing his clans core tenants; subtly, precision, and quickness. Incorporating these tenants into the for front of his neural network is crucial; the difference between life and death is but just a thought.
CA/BL: Magician
History: Harikēn was born before nine years before the start of the Second Chaos Era, under a pitch black sky, with a new moon in the sky. His parents happy that they could bring a child into the world under the grace of a New Moon of the Black Queen. As he grew into a toddler, his parents become teaching him the way of the Uzumoreru; stealth, subterfuge, precision, these were their core tenants of old. Though they still old true in the churning wasteland of the sands. Harikēn never had much aptitude for the physical arts; though he excelled at the elemental and illusionary arts.
He began practicing ways to incorporate his lineage with his proficiencies. Day in, day out, he practiced ways and methodologies to make his Ninjutsu and Genjutsu more silent, more precise. He read books on the Theory of Silent Casting, staying up into the wee hours of the morning trying to obtain the knowledge that he was seeking.
Harikēn held a ball of wind his hand; he was just staring at it intently, his eyes began to focus in a way, that they never had before. He began seeing the inner intricacies of the chakra in his hand; formulaic equations and designs were emanating from the ball into his eyes; filling his mind with knowledge, and it was in these moments, that the solution came to him. Reaching his hand into the ball, his fingertip connected with a design, he was unsure of what would happen. The wind ball began turning more violently, slowly condensing into a more compact ball; it released a low rumble before expelling outwards in a widened blast. Not exactly quiet, but effective from the shadows and multiple targets... But I know I can figure out the solution.
He sat in a meditative state, finding his inner tranquility, bringing into his mind the essence of illusions and shadows. The same arcane designs from the wind began flowing into his cortex; but unlike with the wind, he continued to study them, he wanted to figure out everything these arcana like designs do. They began to whisper their knowledge, slowly, but they were showing him ways to weave illusions and elements. He spent the rest of the day and night theorycrafting his stratagems for the future.
After these revelations, his training sessions with his parents progressed much more easily, as the years turned, Harikēn got closer to being of age to enroll in the academy. It was a full moon night, a stark parallel from the night of his birth; he kept to shadows as he made his way home after enrolling in the Academy for the following year.
Eerily, he could hear footsteps periodically tapping on the ground behind him, but no one ever passed by him; he was on high alert. As he got closer to his home, the footsteps grew more frequent, more hasted. Someone was coming for him, but why. Suddenly, the stopped; his movements froze, they were about to go on the offense, he knew it.
"Hey kid, didn't your parents ever teach that its not safe to be out at night alone?"
His crew cackled and laughed, as they thought the five at the young Uzumoreru, but he didn't falter outwardly, thought internally, he was unsure of what the outcome of this would be... He needed a way to get out of this situation.
[color=D68315]Didn't you're parents tell you not to judge a book by its cover?[/color] He put up a confident front, to potentially deter them, but they had the numbers advantage, and was sure they wouldn't relent. He could feel his blood begin to beckon out to him and twirl and swirl within.
"What can one pipsqueak kid going to do against five adults? You're delusional. The group surrounded him, shivs drawn, and held with the point downwards.
He hadn't practices the diagrams as much as he would've wanted to, but he was going to have try it out otherwise he was in danger. He held up a single seal, an orb of pure wind energy collapsed into the palm of his hand, twirling into a compact vortex. He brought the diagram he had first used on that day to forefront of his mind; he could feel the energy begin to ripple and expand, but instantly recondensing down.
His intense focus made him lose sight of his blind spots, and he was promptly kicked off his feet, and kicked away a short distance.
"You think we're dumb enough to just let you do your fancy magic? Fat chance.
The group encircled him, kicking, punching, pummeling him into the dirt.
Harikēn was beginning to lose consciousness slowly, the light fading from his eyes, and the darkness enveloping him; a female voice whispered out to him. This is not the end young Uzumoreru.. A disembodied voice heralded out to his mind.
...Hu... Am I hallucinating... It was if time began to freeze around him, Do you wish to overcome your current limitations, do you wish to give yourself full to the Uzumoreru way?
He mind began to refocus, who exactly was this entity before him... Scriptures of his clan spoke of a women garbed in black, but surely this wasn't the same, but if it was, She had the ability, and the capacity to do so. Weave and twist, snake of malcontent. My allegiance lies with the Uzumoreru way. She would only nod at his response.
Time began to flow back to him, swirling back into his mind eye as if nothing had been happening. On the square of his back, that was revealed during their onslaught; a sheer black, infinity ouroboros formed. The blood that was seeping from his wounds slowly began turning black, and returning to the body of the host.
Getting up slowly, the group looked stunned and confused at what they just witnessed, its as if they watched death reverse their actions, and made them obsolete.
His blue and golden eyes were replaced with two black, empty void-like eyes,
From light comes darkness; from pain comes suffering. Through knowledge comes power. Chikage Kōhai: Bloody Shadow Devastation...
Black chakra encircled his hand and body as he chanted, he brought his fingers up for a snap.
Die
With no hesitation in his voice, he let the snap echo throughout their ears; they would slowly have their blood, but not red, their blood had turned black like his; slowly began to seep from their pores; Execute
They would begin to scream and cry, one even began to beg, but he held no remorse; they thought numbers meant sure victory. Remember.. Don't judge a book by its cover, but only God can judge you now.
His body was fatigued and worn, he could feel his energy begin to wane from the exhaustion; he turned from the screaming bandits on the ground, and as quickly as he could, made his way back home. His hand rested on the doorknob, gave it a turn, and collapsed into his home from exhaustion. His parents could see the symbol plain as day on his back; they knew he probably didn't know what it was, but they knew their child would be a special one.
