Post by Makoto Kiyoshi on Apr 7, 2012 11:15:52 GMT -5
Name:
Makoto Kiyoshi
Age:
24
Gender:
Male
Village:
Kumo
Rank:
Jonin
Nature Manipulation:
Earth, Wind
Appearance:
Standing at five feet, ten inches and possessing a slim build, Makoto looks rather average and unimpressive. Weighting no more than one hundred and sixty pounds, one doesn't have any reason to draw a second glance in a crowd. Even the long pale blond hair kept in a high pony tail seems hardly unique when sliver, gray, and white hair are the norm. In fact, one could go as far to say that he is seemingly frail because of loose clothes he generally drapes over his form.
Fair skinned and slightly and androgynous, there has been more than one guy that's passed in wonder if he was a woman or man. However, when talking Makoto has a very deep baritone voice that keeps any male that strikes up conversation from embarrassing themselves. Unique traits become increasingly apparent the longer one stays in his presence
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His eyes are two different colors with the left being a brown color and the right being a lighter hazel hue. Hardly noticeable at first by strikingly apparent once discerned. Along with the sharp intensity they carry within them, his orbs become hard to ignore despite the gentle features of his face. However, considering that he generally stares off into the distance with a bored expression one doesn't have to worry about being under their scrutiny for long.
He finds himself most comfortable in hamaka and simple sandals. Other than that shirts can vary between tight fitting and sleeveless to baggy with sleeves that hide his hands. Over his normal attire he often wears a dark hooded cloak to hide his bright hair and the lighter colors of his clothing from view for stealth purposes.
Complementing his clothing is a hip pouch worn over a half of his rear end wear he stores some of his ninja tools as well as a ninjato sheathed and set horizontally between the hip pouch and his body. He also has a shuriken holster on his left thigh, but chooses not to wear a headband unless needed despite being loyal to his village. Still, he does carry around his head band just incase he does need it.
Personality:
During his earlier years, Makoto harbored delusions of being a "hero of justice" who protected the weak. However, the life of a ninja can be harsh and often unfair. Makoto came to find that being a ninja wasn't at all what he'd imagined and soon found any and all traces of youthful innocence lost. That sense of elation after besting an opponent faded fast. The need to become stronger became forced for survival rather than a optimistic pass of time. Soon, no emotion from personal victories over his targets came anymore. They were just successful outcomes that led to more calculated conclusions.
Makoto soon evolved into the "true" ninja he'd be today. And with it came the nindo of "Kichiri Kachiri", or "Precise and Perfect". Emotions, while still there beneath the calm stoicism, are suppressed to the point where they rarely show. Makoto never did manage to kill them completely, feeling that if he did he'd become less than human and struggles to hold on to them while keeping them out of the way. However, he has suppressed them successfully to the point of being able to function as a puppet. He has managed to become completely devoted to any duty without showing any emotional wavering, though he can fall into moments of extreme emotion and despair when not on a mission.
He tries to hold to the belief that there is no differentiation in sacrifice, that all life is equal and choosing the path leading to a smaller sacrifice is for the best. Ninja and civilian alike sometimes have to be sacrificed for security, kunoichi and ninja are no different when they are enemies, and even children that can become a threat should be put down before hand. Furthermore, killing one hundred people should be easy and justifiable if it were to save at least five hundred more. Many others would think this a ruthless way of prioritizing, but Makoto himself deems it necessary. The moral guidelines general ninja hold are a possible weakness. If it can save people he's willing to be the man that has to do deeds others will not.
However, with age and duty come a unique way of interacting with others back in the village since there is no need of the serious persona he needs on missions. However, he still seeks a sense of perfection. His days are generally planned and he sticks to a predictable schedule with only the rare divination if he sees fit. In his free time, Makoto devotes himself to 'experiments' and even carries them out like 'pet projects'. How well can he make a jutsu function and how many times a unit? What is the best condition he can create for a plant to grow? Overall, how close to perfect can he get the results? Other than that, Makoto may seem like an individual bored with the happening around him unless it catches his interest or affects him.
Jutsu:
Kanashibari no Jutsu [Temporary Paralysis Technique]
Magen: Narakumi no Jutsu [Demonic Illusion: Hell Viewing Technique]
Magen: Kokoni Arazu no Jutsu [Demonic Illusion: False Surroundings Technique]
Magen: Nijū Kokoni Arazu no Jutsu [Demonic Illusion: Double False Surroundings Technique]
Sanzengarasu no Jutsu [Scattering One Thousand Crows Technique]
Kori Shinchū no Jutsu [Sly Mind Affect Technique]
Tsuchi Bunshin no Jutsu [Earth Clone Technique]
Doton: Shinjû Zanshu no Jutsu [Earth Release: Double Suicide Decapitation Technique]
Doton: Dochû Eigyo no Jutsu [Earth Release: Underground Projection Fish Technique]
Doton: Moguragakure no Jutsu [Earth Release: Hiding Like a Mole Technique]
Fūton: Daitoppa [Wind Release: Great Breakthrough]
Fūton: Atsugai [Wind Release: Pressure Damage]
Doton: Domu [Earth Release: Earth Spear]
Kaze no Yaiba [Blade of Wind]
Tenran [Swelling Storm]
Shippuusen [Hurricane Flash]
Jinpuusen [Divine Wind Flash]
Shukuchi [Reduced Earth]
Magen: Kuugashou [Demonic Illusion: Empty Fang Rush]
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History:
Makoto didn’t have a significant birth. He wasn’t born to two highly respected ninja or into an influential clan. He was just a mistake that never should have happened. His mother was an escort and his father was a second rate jounin obsessed with becoming invincible. Originally, Makoto would have been abandoned by his mother at childbirth, but his father saw fit that he should have a successor and took responsibility for him. Early on, he proved to be a caring if slightly harsh father. He raised Makoto with extravagant feats he supposedly accomplished and began to train the boy in his image even before sending him to the ninja academy.
However, Makoto’s father’s twisted nature surfaced when the boy joined the academy and started to develop at an alarming rate. His potential was astounding and far surpassed that which his father thought was within the boy's potential. The man soon saw his own flesh and blood as a eventual threat. Makoto, who had often looked up to his father and struggled to become worthy of his acknowledgment, came to resent and loath the man and all he stood for when the man started to openly voice his worries of Makoto’s growth and intimidate the boy during training sessions in an effort to instill a lasting fear within him. Meals were tense, nights were terrifying, and there wasn't a day where Makoto didn't escape unscathed.
Fearing his father, but refusing to give up the path of the ninja that interested him Makoto began to distance himself. He spent more and more time studying at school, in the libraries, working on projects, or simply training on his own before going home. Projects became all that existed. They doubled as his only form of entertainment and only escape from a distasteful reality. His father, driven by a lust for power, trained himself into the ground when not on missions and soon came to shun Makoto completely. Makoto’s ire intensified day by day. The thought of killing his father while he slept wasn’t uncommon within the boy’s mind. However, when he did manage to work up the courage to attempt the feat he was quick to learn that his father never let down his guard. The moment would be burned into his mind as the scariest event in his young life.
After that he threw himself completely into his ninja training. Learn what was needed, perfect it to the point of second nature, expand from there, and dispose of flaws. He wanted to be better, perfect so the man that he called father had to look at him. Even if that man looked at him as an enemy it would be better than being ignored in his mind. The boy was seemingly unaffected when his father was reported K.I.A. from a mission gone wrong a few months later. However, not many were actually close enough to him to actually notice any change in demeanor.
He was just that creepy kid with his head in the clouds. Silent, withdrawn, yet showing much promise he drew the attention of a veteran ninja that took him on as an apprentice upon graduating from the academy. The jounin was old, but still strong and very experienced. Makoto flourished under his teachings and slowly opened up to the man expressing his desire to become invincible hero of justice. In his long life, the old man had become wise and stressed that “invincible was only a word” and that "justice" was hard to define. Afterward, Makoto suppressed his anger along with many of his other emotions. The teen wanted to be efficient and emotions only got in the way of that.
Makoto soon recieved his promotion to chuunin due to his teacher’s recommendation and his skills being recognized in adequate tests. With his promotion, the old man has stepped down from his rank. Partially because of his old age and partially to force Makoto to be moved to an actual team. The elder ninja didn't like the path Makoto was taking and tried to get Makoto to open up to others beside himself. He told Makoto to learn from his teammates, saying that they could teach him new things despite being genin.
For better or worse they did. A new jounin sensei became a brother in all but blood. Teammates looked up to him, sought out his help, and hung on his words. They opened him up to the world around him. They had their fair share of close calls and excitement as they advanced in skill, but ultimately it came to an end. A faulty mission pitted them against a demon. Makoto's own father seemingly returned from the grave to tear away the new family in the teen's life. One teammate injured, another dead, and his sensei stalling the man for their escape. Makoto cracked for the first time in years when the teammate he tried to get back for medical help died in his arms.
He didn't go back to Kumo until he knew his father was dead. And brought back the man's head. He advanced in rank to jounin a month later and dove into missions in a frenzy, only stopping to rest. Every team he was issued were failed. Years passed and he took a brief leave of duty to visit his former sensei which put him at ease. He returned to duty but wasn't out to seek a honorable end anymore. However, he's back to square one. Withdrawn and uncaring of the world around him. Now he has to give a new group their genin test. And with the spite gone, he can't help but wonder...just how much potential they may have.
RP Sample:
There was always room for improvement in Makoto’s mind. It didn’t matter if it was in the form of conditioning the body’s physical and spiritual energies or seeking mastery of skills and jutsu at your disposal. This mindset, coupled with a sense of restless unease a few hours prior, led Makoto to his current spot on the side of a mountain very, very far above the ground. Nothing but his own chakra control kept him from falling to his death as it rooted his hands and feet to the rocky wall. Even then it was a risky training method because if he did still happen to fall he was done for. A slight lapse in concentration could mean the end. The clouds that drifted by only made things more difficult as they weighed down his attire with moisture and made the wall slippery. It was dark as well so the sun couldn’t dry him and he needed to be careful not to grab at a shadow instead of the rocks themselves.
His lungs were beginning to burn, but he kept control of his breath lest he tire out even quicker. The burning in his body had dulled to an ache, but it felt as if he was much heavier than he should be and his movements were becoming sluggish. It was like his body was made out of lead. Still, as slow as he was, he continued to ascend at a stead pace. However, with the signs of fatigue came doubt and one question moved to the forefront of his mind. “Am I going to make it?” He asked the question out loud. A habit of his was to talk to himself. Sometimes it was more obvious than others. “I couldn’t even see the summit when I was on the ground…” he trailed off. The statement was true though as the mountain just towered over him while he was on the ground.
“Why am I even doing this?” It wasn’t as if he had something to prove. And while he had been restless and bored, there were still plenty of untouched subjects he could have looked into. However, the libraries were closed. That only left training to vent off the excess energy he had managed to accumulate. Maybe he was so restless because of his recent advance in rank a few months prior… or maybe it was more so along the lines of his previous sensei retiring. He didn’t want to stop his advancement in skill. He didn’t want to make things easier or get lazy without a sensei to push him. So until his new team was assigned to him he had to struggle during training. Makoto couldn’t afford to shy away from things because of their difficulty or the danger involved. Still, the sheer drive he held. His will to reach the top was so strong it couldn’t come from just that. He was so curious. Just what was up there? “I want to see the top…” The training involved was just an added benefit.
With all the thoughts brought a lack of concentration. A sudden wind blew and a rock crumbled under Makoto’s grasp. His chakra control had weakened and he lost it completely as he momentarily panicked.. Time seemed to slow as sudden realization struck. Everything became frightenly clear, from the surrounding clouds to ever groove of the rocky surface he scaled to the top that loomed just a fit further above Makoto was able to take in the entire situation in a mere instant. He was going to fall? To die? And…when the top was so close. What now? “Don’t think, just move!” Makoto heard the voice of his sensei shout at him. His hands clapped together and formed the snake seal. Every moment counted. Chakra returned to his feet with renewed control and his body started to harden as think and strong as the mountain he scaled. Hands, now darkened by the effects of his jutsu, slammed back into the wall with a burst of strength and willpower. The rocky face crumbled and rocks fell, but Makoto held strong to slow his decent. His decent stopped after only a few moments and then with a second wind Makoto forced his tired body to keep climbing.
His hand slapping upon a flat surface made him smile. With a small laugh, he pulled himself up and practically rolled onto the top. He laided there for what seemed like an eternity, simply relishing in the sense of accomplishment he had. Hands and feet were bloody and cut up and his whole body dripped with the sweat of his exertion and dew from the clouds. Makoto knew he should have felt the sting from sweat touching his cuts, but he must have been too loaded with adrenaline to feel it. No, instead he just felt like he was a conscious mind riding in another body. Faintly, he could hear a gasping sound before he realized it was coming from him. He tried to relax and struggled to take deep breaths instead of quick ones in an attempt to calm his breathing faster. “I made it…” He said with a happy laugh. Yet, he wanted to see what his effort had yielded. With what little strength he had left, he forced himself to sit up.
The sun was beginning to rise, illuminating the area around him. A sea of clouds stretch out before him, covering everything. However, they soon cleared and more mountains began to peek through the curtains of white. There must have been hundreds, some connecting while others alone. There must have been dozens that he could look down at from his position. Makoto scanned the area and a few more came into view. These were on a whole new level. If his was high these must have reached the heavens themselves. Funny really, he realized that one stood out among them. “I guess that’s the Raikage,” he mused. The others were probably jounin with some chuunin among them.
“So this mountain is where I’m at then? …I still have a long way to go.” A sudden thought struck him from out of the blue. “Wait…How am I going to get down?”
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