Post by Murakami Gokudo on May 26, 2015 16:43:40 GMT -7
 Murakami Gokudo Your pride is going down with reality general info
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biography Hailing from the Village Hidden in the Snow, Murakami’s past is one full of tragedy. Murakami is the eldest of three children born into a caring family. Their family was not well off, but they did not require money or fame in order to be happy. They were more than happy simply being together as a family. Murakami had two younger siblings; a brother and a sister. He was quite close to the two of them. He cared for them deeply and swore to protect them when they needed it. Murakami’s father was a blacksmith in the village. He was kind to everyone who came into their home, requesting new equipment of any sort. He never turned down a customer, because he wanted to do his part in protecting the villagers. He could do this by creating weapons and armour for them to wear, and help ensure that the injuries they sustained were minimal. Murakami’s father always had a bright smile on his face. He enjoyed the company of others, and often spent hours talking to his customers as though they were lifelong friends. Murakami’s mother was also quite caring and generous. She was a woman who could never turn down a person who needed help. She spent her days cooking, cleaning, and taking care of her three children. Nothing made her happier than to make others feel good. The middle child, Murakami’s little brother was a bit of a trouble maker. Only one year younger than Murakami, he often tried hard to impress and get the attention of his older brother. Though he liked to cause trouble for the attention, he was not a bad kid. He never damaged property, and never hurt others. He looked up to his oldest brother, and one day wanted to be just like Murakami. The youngest child, Murakami’s little sister, was quite young. Three years younger than Murakami, he often took it upon himself to be her protector. Murakami and his sister spent a lot of time together, going for walks in the snow, playing games, or even just hanging out by the fire. She was quite young, and Murakami had every intention of protecting her from anything and anyone. At the age of five, the unthinkable happened. The great shinobi war had started. Murakami’s father had gained business from villages outside of their own, including some of the great military mights. He began to work long hours, building his equipment to the highest quality that he could. At the age of seven, Murakami’s life had changed forever. Their village had become a grounds for battle during the war. Buildings had been destroyed, and people were losing their lives. The bloodshed was unfathomable. Murakami and his family had decided to leave the village to escape the bloodshed. As they quickly packed their things, there was an unfortunate turn of events. An epic battle between shinobi of opposing forces had ripped their home to shreds. The last thing Murakami can remember from this was a massive boulder falling, crushing his father beneath it. The impact had sent rocks flying, striking Murakami in the head and knocking him out cold. When he opened his eyes almost a day and a half later, the battle had ended. It was silent. Murakami rose to his feet, still dazed, and search around the rubble for his family. Sticking out from beneath the boulder was the arm of his father. To his right, leaning up against the wall, bloodied was the corpse of his mother. And there, on the floor behind him, were the corpses of his brother and sister. Both of them had been riddled with kunai. Murakami burst into tears, fell to his knees, and let out a roar. One Murakami had calmed himself down, he wandered out of the wreckage that used to be their home. The entire village was in shambles. Bodies everywhere. Murakami had spent hours searching for survivors, but with no success. The sun was going down, and the temperature was about to drop rapidly. It was time he found food and shelter for now. Murakami had lived in the outskirts of the village for a year after the tragedy. He had grown quite good at surviving in the wilderness. He learned to hunt, build shelter, and start a fire. During a hunt one day, Murakami had come across some ruins. They had appeared to be buried deep beneath the ground at one point, but the battle that decimated his village must have brought it to the surface. Curious, he wandered in, only to discover a scroll. Murakami opened the scroll, and began to read it. As he read the scroll, he began to notice something odd. He could hear something, deep within his mind. A voice, but it wasn’t loud enough to understand. Suddenly, the surrounding area changed, as though he were in a dream. He was in his home once more, with his family that he missed greatly. He could see his mother’s beautiful smile once more. His father was there, working away at a new set of armour for a customer. And his two younger siblings were playing in front of the fire. IT was pleasant, and Murakami couldn’t help but smile. Though what seemed like a good dream quickly turned into what would appear to be his worst nightmare. The walls began to crumble as a boulder fell from the sky, crushing his father right in front of his very eyes once again. His mother began to scream, and ran for her children, only to be greeted with shuriken. His brother and sister panicked, but could not run fast enough. Kunai flew in, striking them both down. Murakami stared in disbelief. Something snapped, and he could not shed a tear, or let out a cry. The world began to shift once more. Murakami was laying on the ground, sweating. In his hand was the scroll. When Murakami went to look at the scroll, it was blank. The writing had disappeared. He stood once more, confused about the situation, but before he could leave, he could hear the voice once more. This time, he could understand it. “Do you seek revenge?” the voice asked. “Yes.” Murakami responded, with no hesitation. “I will help you.” Murakami could feel it. Something was different. He unsheathed the katana he had grabbed from his home before leaving the village. It was a katana his father had forged for a customer, but was left behind due to the attack. He looked into the blade, using it as a mirror. His left eye looked normal, but his right eye had changed. Murakami had been entrusted with a new doujutsu. A power that had been sealed away, for fear of its misuse. He understood why it had been sealed away, but knew this was the power he needed. The power he required to see that his goal would be achieved. For the remainder of the war, and an entire decade after, Murakami had lived in secret. He spent his days building up his own power, searching for new jutsu to use to see that his dream became a reality. He waited in hiding until the time had come for him to rise up and begin what his life was dedicated to. | ooc info  ☆ NAME Elysium staff ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS n/a ☆ FACE CLAIM Touken Ranbu Shokidairiki Mitsutada, Gokudo, Murakami THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO Elysium Staff. DO NOT STEAL. |
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