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Post by Kumori Maki on May 30, 2014 19:29:21 GMT -7
Kumori Maki Now hell is completely empty
| ALIAS Yuki no akuma | GENDER Male | | AGE Twenty-two | ZODIAC Leo | | ORIENTATION Heterosexual | BLOOD TYPE O |
| VILLAGE Konohagakure | RANK Jonin | | CHAKRA AFFINITY Doton | PRIMARY STYLE Ninjutsu | | CHAKRA COLOUR Teal | KEKKEI GENKAI N/A |
Fit as fiddle would be the simple word to describe his entire frame, coming onto this tone throughout body is svelte. Beside compacted muscle is length, one could presume that he's around 6 feet at glimpse. His facial features become rough to spot out with his trench coat and ascopt hat, though this rugged material appears to be nothing of class, quite poor for that matter. This trench coat pertaining toward more cloak in look, all of this fitting well with his devious personality. Only helping him go un-detected in crowd if ever needed, but behind this mask is shinobi.
Pattering onto his shoulder is the stricken piece of twined cloth, swathing his olive complexion with sense of content. His broad shoulder siphon in wholly with his linear upright back, only expressing his overall tensed self. Giving him the ability to move with that more grace with his balanced body, his most prominent feature would be his argent colored hair. Fluttering in pieces in that of bare, not shrouding over his ears and barely reaching down to the end of his neck. Mostly the bang that fall down is to his right eye. Not minding to ever sway it toward the side, darting from left to right is his bloodshot textured orbs. Darkness forged from his hat, only expresses new idea of 'radiant' in color to his eyes.
Both the color of his clothing and hat is unripen green, setting history into the step that he created is coldhearted leather. Draping onto the most sunken of his feature is his sleeve, thick around and somewhat heaved back to allow for easy motion toward any hand-seal he might need; wouldn't want to fall short because of cloth mixing into the way.
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Bearing inhumanity will only beget malice toward the future generations what they say? Naturally he was born with twisted side, forging himself into weapon. From the Great Shinobi War only having 'blue moon' ago, but in truth it wasn't. The idea of fighting with honor hasn't ever occurred to him, all about who lives to tell the story in their version. Rounding his overall personality, he's man to get the job done without some pity speech before killing them.Beside this fact he's still man with some regard toward the principle of honor, though mostly to a rival. Someone he would share fragment of respect for. Diligence in restraint share another factor in him, stubborn as bull with fiery compared to the flames. He won't back down from challenge unless they truly frighten his being, but integrating strategy within his attacks is something he uses. He isn't short from intelligent, but more on the line of clever.
What is true realism? Is it wrongly to seek what someone yearn for? Why do other's seek the idea that being primitive is that of a sin, seizing what you desire. It's mere basic instinct that we should all strive to become, taking what you want. I say you meet the world on it's own terms, for what is the reason to aim for unity when everyone reality will fundamentally force that fragment of unity into oblivion. Nothing can ever be pure and true; he doesn't mind the thought of vile acts. Thrill that has shaken his features was only clashing of swords, though on the other hand.
From his outlook doesn't mean he is the common crook to seek world domination or necessarily power, not that he wouldn't slip the chance to take it. He still has shard of being that wishes to see this world become something preemint to what it is now, but everyone has façade. His mask is that of hollow, not letting it break with some simple swooning words from someone.
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.December second, depicting for the foremost of inscribed onyx hue. Plastered with display of smudged ink at the mewling tear that berated down in fashion to rain on the concrete; splattering and channeling out into the now wrinkled paper. Thrilled in her aching bone came the birth of Kumori, son of Hiroshi Maki and Kasumi Maki. Everyone had shinobi foster hood, on the other hand whatever begetter flouted at this law and gave him simple life. No one cherished the act of being snapped by picture when child, even leading to adult hood. Idea of writing everything in journal was to damn near futile in his witted mind, what was the fraction of point in reading something you've already breathed? Not that he wanted her to record his early life. Aside from that his mother was mere worker at shop, selling food to the wandering villagers. Someone needed to make repair for the village, well his father sat upon the throne for that area. For most of his childhood it was simple, playing with the local children...
That's when the formation of shinobi truly sparked inside his young year old-self, they were something to become outlook in his admiring eyes to their stature. He didn't understand the destruction they could inflict, only that if you became shinobi; the citizen of the Hidden Leaf would revere you as hero. Something he shared for shred of time himself, but who would even train him? Or care to for that matter, he didn't have any special talent or from the appearance come from any high-bred family. It wasn't his dream to inherit his father work nor his mother's for that matter. When finally entering the academy at the age of 7 for Konohagakure, he wasn't the most popular child of them all. Racket of anxiety flooded over his body, time to partake the test. He was handed piece of paper, igniting into his hand and turning to ash.
He gathered social pub of friend, he didn't escort himself into trouble and he was friend with most of the children. Each social group he didn't have issue with, but some of them wanted to test his strength. It was after shortly leaving class, with him butting head in friendly spar with his friend. With ease he outranked the impulsive children who just tried to swarm at him, but as he matured that idea of shinobi being hero dissipated into something he didn't want to do. Staying in this village his entire life, dying here? All this place was, is limit to your skills. Complete set back to the common knowledge you learn, all wanted to do was siege up the ranks. He had his chance now, too.
Teamwork the dreaded topic that punctured into his ears, his team was pretty solid in the capability of protecting themselves, but they struggled in the area of striving together. Not that it was majorly difficult, they managed at stumbling luck with hint of skill. Able to defend well enough to escape whatever monster they couldn't kill, the few other shinobi groups who dared challenge them. When reaching the destination, sanguine fluid drenched his frame. Only following more shortly after, nothing to what he had expected when entering. All that mattered in the end was he won, not caring to revise for his other teammates. Now he's reveling in being promoted, doing the new missions he can.
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☆ NAME
CLear
☆ OTHER CHARACTERS
N/A
☆ FACE CLAIM
The Captain - from Hellsing
ANIMANGA Kumori, Maki
THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO Clear. DO NOT STEAL. |
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS & THQ |
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Post by Umashi on May 31, 2014 12:13:24 GMT -7
Aye~ All approved, make sure you post in face claim and make a bingo book entry before you post ICly. Welcome to Elysium! |
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