Post by Konohamaru Sarutobi on Jun 22, 2010 2:13:57 GMT -5
Name: Konohamaru Sarutobi
Age: 9
Gender: Male
Village: Hidden Leaf Village
Rank: Academy Student
Nature Manipulation: Unknown
Appearance:
Konohamaru’s appearance fits his age, in that he seems to be going through a rather immature and awkward stage when it comes to fashion, much as his personality is one of a small, yet fiery, young boy. His attire would be the first thing to suggest this connection, in that he wears many things most older children would never dream of donning. Obviously dressing himself, Konohamaru wears a variety of clashing colors, from his bright yellow shirt adorned with the emblem of the Hidden Leaf Village, to his royal blue scarf that hangs low, occasionally tripping the small child when he isn’t careful. His dark, bistre hair is held in place by a light purple helmet he wears, only allowing his hair to creep out of a hole he’s made for it through the top, and out from under the very bottom of said helmet. As if he believed this dress wasn’t enough to get across his attitude, Konohamaru has also attached a small, orange pin displaying a frowning face. A small chip in one of his teeth completes the picture, as it only seems to add it his immature image, rather than make him seem more intimidating.
Although the young boy’s dress seems to be rather ridiculous and although it seems as if he is working hard to maintain what he sees as a tough exterior, Konohamaru’s true interior can be seen simply by glancing at his facial expression. A look of determination almost never leaves the young boy’s face, and he most certainly wears his heart on his sleeve. His reaction to nearly anything, whether it be one of surprise, disgust, fear, or joy, can be seen in every facet of his expression. He carries himself in a way that most his age would fear to do. Konohamaru walks as if he owned all around him, and as if he were the most skilled Shinobi present, no matter how untrue this may be. Whether this comes from a sense of entitlement out of being the Sandaime Hokage’s grandson, or from his desire to free himself from this title, is uncertain. His dark eyes, seemingly a black color mirroring that of his grandfather, burn with the fiery resolve of youth. Even from merely looking at him, others are aware that this boy has great things in mind for himself.
Personality:
Konohamaru’s personality, while seemingly understandable and easily predicted, is not as shallow as one might originally assume. One of his most obviously traits is his determination in everything he sets out to do. Upon deciding that he no longer wished to live in the shadow of the Sandaime Hokage, Konohamaru began periodically attacking his grandfather in the hope of gaining his title through defeating him in battle. He saw this as his way of showing that he was a person himself, and not merely an honorable grandson. Even after failing to even lay a finger on his grandfather time and time again, Konohamaru kept his attacks going, using every attack he had available from his arsenal to try and defeat the older man. Obviously, his perseverance through all of the countless failures he endured on his quest for victory displays how determined Konohamaru may be once he sets his mind to something.
However, one must also consider the flipside of the coin. While this determination is a good thing, Konohamaru also has a tendency to be brash and narrow-minded; looking forward to his objective and not seeing the grand scheme of things. Rather than training with his tutor, Konohamaru embarks on these quests which are destined to fail, which will end up harming his level of power in the end of things. The boy is still young, so the anger and frustration that comes when a child doesn’t get his way obviously plays into his actions, giving him even more fuel with which he feeds his desire to accomplish his goals. Konohamaru wishes to do things his way, and is more than willing to learn new things in a way that interests him. However, keeping the boy’s attention is difficult, and his tutor consistently fails to make Konohamaru want to improve himself, explaining his lack of concern for said lessons.
Jutsu:
Bunshin no Jutsu (Clone Technique)
Henge no Jutsu (Transformation Technique)
Kawarimi no Jutsu (Body Replacement Technique)
Kakuremino no Jutsu (Cloak of Invisibility Technique)
__________________________
History:
Born into the prestigious Sarutobi family as the grandson of the Sandaime Hokage, Konohamaru grew up in a very comfortable atmosphere, provided with all that he needed to be a successful Shinobi and following in the footsteps of his grandfather, uncle, and so many others who have graced his family tree. However, by the time he was at the latter end of his childhood, before entering into his early pre-teen years, Konohamaru began to become somewhat rebellious against the notion that he would forever live in the shadow of those who came before him. Konohamaru wanted to be his own person, and set a legacy for himself. Everything in his life, from his name right down to the respect he was given, were stolen from something or someone else. He wanted to be himself, and therefore, Konohamaru devised a plan.
He decided that, considering the most famous of his relatives was Hiruzen Sarutobi, because of his title as the Third Hokage, he would attempt to secure that title for himself. He would become the greatest Hokage the Hidden Leaf Village had ever seen, and then his name would forever be remembered based on such an accomplishment. The quickest way to this objective, therefore, would be proving that he is a stronger Shinobi than his grandfather in heated combat. His plan involved attacking the Sandaime Hokage at various times and places, in the hopes of catching him off-guard and securing victory for himself, proving his superiority. This did not go so well, however, as his grandfather always seemed ready for such attacks, in spite of what he would like to think were brilliant and ingenious strategies and techniques. Yet still, he persisted in his plan, hoping to eventually prove to everyone that he was not merely the honorable grandson. He was not the village of the Hidden Leaf. He was not the nephew of a Jounin, or the bearer of prestigious blood.
He was simply Konohamaru.
RP Sample:
Soundlessly making his way through the thickest brush, and moving swift as the wind he felt rushing against his back, the young Genin made his way to his objective. Silence was absolutely essential on this mission, as it normally was for Shinobi, in that one false move could spell the end for him, and the success of this mission. The boy’s body suddenly tensed as his unflinching eyes gazed from the foliage around him into the clearing just ahead. The target had been spotted, and it was moving at a calm and steady rate, nothing he should worry about. It appeared as though it was unaware of his presence, which made things perfect for his eventual strike.
Yet still, the target was not yet within range. He would need to close the distance as quickly as possible, before he lost this perfect opportunity to deliver the fatal blow. He hadn’t brought any material fit for a stealth maneuver, which had obviously come back to haunt him. Looking around helplessly, the Genin suddenly realized that there was one weapon at his disposal which was both renewable and easily accessed. Yes, the very fruit of the Earth shall provide him with his disguise. Slowly, he began breaking off pieces from the bushes surrounding him, and inserting them into the various openings in his outfit. One down the top of his shirt, another in his pocket, and yet another from the opening in his helmet. So long as he stayed in heavily wooded areas, the enemy would have virtually no chance of seeing him. For the final touch, he grabbed some of the soil from beneath his feet, and covered any exposed areas of skin, so as to not ruin the disguise with his complexion. He was ready.
Popping his head out from the flora which had previously surrounded him, he slowly exited his cover, making sure he did not rustle branches so as to alert the prey of his presence. The target had stopped and appeared to be in a state of relaxation, which made things all the more promising. Taking careful steps, and freezing every time he thought the target might direct its attention to him, the Genin slowly but surely made his way into range for an attack. He was so close now, he could almost taste the victory that was in store for him. But he tried his best to remain calm, remain cool, remain collected, until finally…
With a cry that would frighten even the hardest of souls, the predator sprang from his cover, attacking the target with his most lethal of moves. He was there, this attack would surely succeed, and in turn, the mission would succeed. Yes, victory was imminent…
The fates, however, did not appear to be an ally of the young Konohamaru, as his target turned quickly, judged the situation, and sidestepped his assault with ease. Falling to the ground rather ungracefully, the young boy recoiled after this impact, his mouth immediately moving and producing a question for his target as soon as he turned to face him once more. ”How could you have seen me? I was doing things right!” Konohamaru exclaimed, looking into the eyes of his grandfather, Hiruzen Sarutobi.
“I heard you from the time you were in the bushes, Konohamaru. You need to plan things better if you hope to succeed. Also, your disguise could probably do with a bit more work.” The older man replied, walking over to his grandson and helping him slowly to his feet. “Why do you do these things, Konohamaru? This is the second time this morning.” The young boy looked away from his grandfather, an expression of defiance playing about his features. ”Because this is the only way I can be Konohamaru! Everyone sees me as your grandson, or as the boy named after this village, or as the youngest Sarutobi. I can’t be me if I’m always about you!”
The Sandaime Hokage frowned, obviously understanding his grandson’s frustration. After a moment of silence in which Konohamaru refused to look at his grandfather at all, the older man once more spoke. “You may be my grandson, but you will always be yourself, above all. You were named Konohamaru because this village can expect great things from you, and if you keep to your studies, you will achieve such things.”
Looking back at his grandfather for a moment, Konohamaru sighed and removed his helmet, allowing the wind to rush through his hair and the dirt packed into each strand to disperse and collect on the ground. ”You say that, grandfather, but the rest of the village doesn’t seem to think so.” Letting this statement ring for a few moments, Konohamaru sat on the bench which the Sandaime Hokage had previously occupied. Walking to his grandson and sitting next to him in his original resting position, Hiruzen patted the young boy’s head softly, and responded. “Then show them what makes you Konohamaru.” He said simply, smiling slightly down at the boy. Suddenly, the fire leapt back into the youth’s eyes, as he jumped to his feet.
”That’s right! And next time, you won’t see the attack coming so easily, I know it!” He proclaimed, beginning to run off. The old man had obviously not expected that to be the boy’s reaction, as he stood and outstretched his hand toward the boy, shouting after him before realizing he was long gone. “No, that’s not how you should...or what I meant…” Sitting down once more and sighing, the old man let out a small chuckle as Konohamaru ran off to inform his comrades of his most recent attempt. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and stood once more to shout after the boy.
“There’s poison ivy in your shirt!”
Notes: Nothing really
Age: 9
Gender: Male
Village: Hidden Leaf Village
Rank: Academy Student
Nature Manipulation: Unknown
Appearance:
Konohamaru’s appearance fits his age, in that he seems to be going through a rather immature and awkward stage when it comes to fashion, much as his personality is one of a small, yet fiery, young boy. His attire would be the first thing to suggest this connection, in that he wears many things most older children would never dream of donning. Obviously dressing himself, Konohamaru wears a variety of clashing colors, from his bright yellow shirt adorned with the emblem of the Hidden Leaf Village, to his royal blue scarf that hangs low, occasionally tripping the small child when he isn’t careful. His dark, bistre hair is held in place by a light purple helmet he wears, only allowing his hair to creep out of a hole he’s made for it through the top, and out from under the very bottom of said helmet. As if he believed this dress wasn’t enough to get across his attitude, Konohamaru has also attached a small, orange pin displaying a frowning face. A small chip in one of his teeth completes the picture, as it only seems to add it his immature image, rather than make him seem more intimidating.
Although the young boy’s dress seems to be rather ridiculous and although it seems as if he is working hard to maintain what he sees as a tough exterior, Konohamaru’s true interior can be seen simply by glancing at his facial expression. A look of determination almost never leaves the young boy’s face, and he most certainly wears his heart on his sleeve. His reaction to nearly anything, whether it be one of surprise, disgust, fear, or joy, can be seen in every facet of his expression. He carries himself in a way that most his age would fear to do. Konohamaru walks as if he owned all around him, and as if he were the most skilled Shinobi present, no matter how untrue this may be. Whether this comes from a sense of entitlement out of being the Sandaime Hokage’s grandson, or from his desire to free himself from this title, is uncertain. His dark eyes, seemingly a black color mirroring that of his grandfather, burn with the fiery resolve of youth. Even from merely looking at him, others are aware that this boy has great things in mind for himself.
Personality:
Konohamaru’s personality, while seemingly understandable and easily predicted, is not as shallow as one might originally assume. One of his most obviously traits is his determination in everything he sets out to do. Upon deciding that he no longer wished to live in the shadow of the Sandaime Hokage, Konohamaru began periodically attacking his grandfather in the hope of gaining his title through defeating him in battle. He saw this as his way of showing that he was a person himself, and not merely an honorable grandson. Even after failing to even lay a finger on his grandfather time and time again, Konohamaru kept his attacks going, using every attack he had available from his arsenal to try and defeat the older man. Obviously, his perseverance through all of the countless failures he endured on his quest for victory displays how determined Konohamaru may be once he sets his mind to something.
However, one must also consider the flipside of the coin. While this determination is a good thing, Konohamaru also has a tendency to be brash and narrow-minded; looking forward to his objective and not seeing the grand scheme of things. Rather than training with his tutor, Konohamaru embarks on these quests which are destined to fail, which will end up harming his level of power in the end of things. The boy is still young, so the anger and frustration that comes when a child doesn’t get his way obviously plays into his actions, giving him even more fuel with which he feeds his desire to accomplish his goals. Konohamaru wishes to do things his way, and is more than willing to learn new things in a way that interests him. However, keeping the boy’s attention is difficult, and his tutor consistently fails to make Konohamaru want to improve himself, explaining his lack of concern for said lessons.
Jutsu:
Bunshin no Jutsu (Clone Technique)
Henge no Jutsu (Transformation Technique)
Kawarimi no Jutsu (Body Replacement Technique)
Kakuremino no Jutsu (Cloak of Invisibility Technique)
__________________________
History:
Born into the prestigious Sarutobi family as the grandson of the Sandaime Hokage, Konohamaru grew up in a very comfortable atmosphere, provided with all that he needed to be a successful Shinobi and following in the footsteps of his grandfather, uncle, and so many others who have graced his family tree. However, by the time he was at the latter end of his childhood, before entering into his early pre-teen years, Konohamaru began to become somewhat rebellious against the notion that he would forever live in the shadow of those who came before him. Konohamaru wanted to be his own person, and set a legacy for himself. Everything in his life, from his name right down to the respect he was given, were stolen from something or someone else. He wanted to be himself, and therefore, Konohamaru devised a plan.
He decided that, considering the most famous of his relatives was Hiruzen Sarutobi, because of his title as the Third Hokage, he would attempt to secure that title for himself. He would become the greatest Hokage the Hidden Leaf Village had ever seen, and then his name would forever be remembered based on such an accomplishment. The quickest way to this objective, therefore, would be proving that he is a stronger Shinobi than his grandfather in heated combat. His plan involved attacking the Sandaime Hokage at various times and places, in the hopes of catching him off-guard and securing victory for himself, proving his superiority. This did not go so well, however, as his grandfather always seemed ready for such attacks, in spite of what he would like to think were brilliant and ingenious strategies and techniques. Yet still, he persisted in his plan, hoping to eventually prove to everyone that he was not merely the honorable grandson. He was not the village of the Hidden Leaf. He was not the nephew of a Jounin, or the bearer of prestigious blood.
He was simply Konohamaru.
RP Sample:
Soundlessly making his way through the thickest brush, and moving swift as the wind he felt rushing against his back, the young Genin made his way to his objective. Silence was absolutely essential on this mission, as it normally was for Shinobi, in that one false move could spell the end for him, and the success of this mission. The boy’s body suddenly tensed as his unflinching eyes gazed from the foliage around him into the clearing just ahead. The target had been spotted, and it was moving at a calm and steady rate, nothing he should worry about. It appeared as though it was unaware of his presence, which made things perfect for his eventual strike.
Yet still, the target was not yet within range. He would need to close the distance as quickly as possible, before he lost this perfect opportunity to deliver the fatal blow. He hadn’t brought any material fit for a stealth maneuver, which had obviously come back to haunt him. Looking around helplessly, the Genin suddenly realized that there was one weapon at his disposal which was both renewable and easily accessed. Yes, the very fruit of the Earth shall provide him with his disguise. Slowly, he began breaking off pieces from the bushes surrounding him, and inserting them into the various openings in his outfit. One down the top of his shirt, another in his pocket, and yet another from the opening in his helmet. So long as he stayed in heavily wooded areas, the enemy would have virtually no chance of seeing him. For the final touch, he grabbed some of the soil from beneath his feet, and covered any exposed areas of skin, so as to not ruin the disguise with his complexion. He was ready.
Popping his head out from the flora which had previously surrounded him, he slowly exited his cover, making sure he did not rustle branches so as to alert the prey of his presence. The target had stopped and appeared to be in a state of relaxation, which made things all the more promising. Taking careful steps, and freezing every time he thought the target might direct its attention to him, the Genin slowly but surely made his way into range for an attack. He was so close now, he could almost taste the victory that was in store for him. But he tried his best to remain calm, remain cool, remain collected, until finally…
With a cry that would frighten even the hardest of souls, the predator sprang from his cover, attacking the target with his most lethal of moves. He was there, this attack would surely succeed, and in turn, the mission would succeed. Yes, victory was imminent…
The fates, however, did not appear to be an ally of the young Konohamaru, as his target turned quickly, judged the situation, and sidestepped his assault with ease. Falling to the ground rather ungracefully, the young boy recoiled after this impact, his mouth immediately moving and producing a question for his target as soon as he turned to face him once more. ”How could you have seen me? I was doing things right!” Konohamaru exclaimed, looking into the eyes of his grandfather, Hiruzen Sarutobi.
“I heard you from the time you were in the bushes, Konohamaru. You need to plan things better if you hope to succeed. Also, your disguise could probably do with a bit more work.” The older man replied, walking over to his grandson and helping him slowly to his feet. “Why do you do these things, Konohamaru? This is the second time this morning.” The young boy looked away from his grandfather, an expression of defiance playing about his features. ”Because this is the only way I can be Konohamaru! Everyone sees me as your grandson, or as the boy named after this village, or as the youngest Sarutobi. I can’t be me if I’m always about you!”
The Sandaime Hokage frowned, obviously understanding his grandson’s frustration. After a moment of silence in which Konohamaru refused to look at his grandfather at all, the older man once more spoke. “You may be my grandson, but you will always be yourself, above all. You were named Konohamaru because this village can expect great things from you, and if you keep to your studies, you will achieve such things.”
Looking back at his grandfather for a moment, Konohamaru sighed and removed his helmet, allowing the wind to rush through his hair and the dirt packed into each strand to disperse and collect on the ground. ”You say that, grandfather, but the rest of the village doesn’t seem to think so.” Letting this statement ring for a few moments, Konohamaru sat on the bench which the Sandaime Hokage had previously occupied. Walking to his grandson and sitting next to him in his original resting position, Hiruzen patted the young boy’s head softly, and responded. “Then show them what makes you Konohamaru.” He said simply, smiling slightly down at the boy. Suddenly, the fire leapt back into the youth’s eyes, as he jumped to his feet.
”That’s right! And next time, you won’t see the attack coming so easily, I know it!” He proclaimed, beginning to run off. The old man had obviously not expected that to be the boy’s reaction, as he stood and outstretched his hand toward the boy, shouting after him before realizing he was long gone. “No, that’s not how you should...or what I meant…” Sitting down once more and sighing, the old man let out a small chuckle as Konohamaru ran off to inform his comrades of his most recent attempt. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and stood once more to shout after the boy.
“There’s poison ivy in your shirt!”
Notes: Nothing really