Post by Takeshi Noa on Apr 10, 2008 4:09:32 GMT -5
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Full Name;
Noa TAKESHI 'The Sand Tornado Demon'
Age;
23
Rank
Kage ranked Missing Nin
Village
A small village in Wind Country
Hair Color;
Brown
Eye Color;
Pale Gold/Black
Skin Color;
Pale
Scars/Markings;
Large scar on left back torso
Large scar across throat
Height;
6'3
Weight;
89kg
Description;
Hair; His hair is usually cut short and kept 'neatly disheveled'. He usually created a small moehawk at the top of his head or else his hair is left to fall just before his eyes. It's a dull brown colour.
Eyes; His eyes can be split into three different sections. The pupil is an intense black, seeming to reflect no light. His iris is a dull sandy gold, completely one colour and shade and thickly outlined with black. He has medium sized eyes though they're worn and the skin around them is wrinkled slightly from constant glaring.
Skin; His skin is slightly tanned despite being raised in the desert and spending most of his time outdoors, it is though rather rough and his arms and legs are littered with small scars. Upon his back where the left side of his ribcage is there is a large rather visible scar as well as a scar across his throat as though it had been cut.
Body; He has a rather strong bone structure, board shoulders, back and neck. His muscles are abnormally defined though not steroid large.
Other; He has approx 6 piercings in his right ear, four in his left, three piercings each eyebrow, a lip ring, a tongue ring, a bull nose ring and various other piercings over his body
Personality;
Noa put simply is someone you really don't want to encounter whether on a busy street or walking alone at night. He has an assortment of personality traits which very rarely are seen on their own which can make it rather difficult to know what his true intentions are. This is made even harder by his ever changing moods.
Sarcasm; It's a language well known to Noa and one he uses most. He doesn't like to deal with the world in any philosophical or real manner so makes it a complete joke, even if his joke can be rash and even dangerous at times. He very rarely speaks seriously, usually only with someone he trusts (god forbid), he look up to (once again) or he's been pushed far past snapping point.
Anger; Alongside sarcasm it is one of his most seen emotions, if you could really call it that. It doesn't take too much to set off this spark in him, a simple foot out of place or a nick to his axe but it is rather complicated for going hand in hand with his uncontrollable and unseen outbursts is also a more sullen anger where he will simply growl his words instead of decapitating the object that got under his skin. Only someone who was close enough to know him better then he knew himself would be able to distinguish these flames.
Other emotions; All other emotions can be categorized in the small amount they are shown. Surprise results in anger, fear results in anger, sorrow results in anger, happiness... well that results in a maniacal anger somewhat close to a serial killer decapitating another being. Really the chances of him showing such emotions are next to none unless the world stops spinning and a being whom is able to calm and control him is created.
Fave Food;
Raw Red Meat
Fave Color;
Blood Red
Secret Crush;
None
Weapon(s);
Noa's Ono - A traditional Japanese Ono (axe) crafted to a non-traditional size. Think Zabuza's sword in axe form
Justu;
Ono Rage - Noa goes into a rage like state where no pain can affect him, seeming blood thirsty and anamalistic. He will continue to attack (as long as he is able to move in some way) until his chakra level can no longer support the rage
Clan;
None
Special Ability;
Silent Assassination
History;
Noa was orphaned not long after he was born. There was no attempt to track down his parents or anything about his short history, he was simply placed into a small orphanage within the town. There were only three other orphans within the village whom were either orphaned due to raids, missions or illness which left Noa as a prime target to teasing and taunting when he became eight and was able to properly understand what the older children were saying and even some whispered rumors among others in the town. It was a small town so every little detail in everyones life was known.
He started training young when he used to watch older men and women sparring. He had the time to do that due to the fact he was out casted from the children and seemingly the community. It was as though he didn't fit in there because he just randomly appeared. He was an outsider.
When he started training in the small academy he was always the highest in his class due to his determination to make people respect him and stop treating him like he didn't belong though his plan backfired. The stronger he became and over shadowed the other children the more distant people became, not wanting their children around him and considering him dangerous. It seemed the only attention he ever got was during the sparring battles when he was watched over closely and his opponent monitored strictly. He was only recognized as a living creature when he used force, even if the living creature he was seemed to be called a monster.
During the graduation ceremony was when he snapped. For years the mental abuse from the other children and anger had grown in him until his restrain failed and it filled his body. He seemed to mentally blank out though when the anger subsided nobody within the graduation hall was present, in a complete body anyway. The blood was warm and selt sickly sweet and his body felt more relaxed and content then he ever had before. He had finally found his release.
He left the village before the village-nins were aware of his act and has been seeking his release in various villages, traveling through various lands and gaining the name 'Sand Tornado Demon'
Role play Example;
I never knew the sun could be so harsh upon the world. For years I had lived in darkness, the only lights I had seen were the various blinks from machinery outside my cage or the blinding light above the examination table which strangely resembled the blinding light that reflected off of the snow of my home village. Maybe that's the reason why I never recovered from those traumatizing years being prisoner to that sadistic bastard... or maybe there was just no way to reconnect with the world around me. Everybody was so warm to me when I returned, they just wanted to help the small girl whom had brightened their lives many years ago, well, that's what they told me. They always wanted to help me though helping me seemed to be digging into those past memories which I tried so hard to suppress and bringing back those intense feelings of fear for both my life and sanity. How is that helping me? They didn't want to help me, they just wanted to know. Just wanted a story that they could twist into a tale they would tell children to stop them from misbehaving or going out at night. That's all I was, some sick form of entertainment. They smiled to my face, reached out to comfort me but I shied away from their touch and ignored their words for I knew what happened after my back was turned and when I was out of ear shot. They mumbled things about me, I'm not sure what they said but they were looking at me when they whispered. They were staring at me, at what was different and set me apart from them. Stared at me as though I were no longer human. They didn't think I knew but I could feel their eyes burning into me, got a deep sense of dread whenever anyone spoke about her. The village where she once felt at home, once (according to everyone else) had been a shining joy, just turned into an extension of the lab. I wasn't welcomed there anymore.
Her bare feat made little sound against the fallen leaves and tuffs of grass that grew between the trees within the valley. There were many reasons why she stayed within the shade, hidden from view by the entanglement of branches but the main reason was just that. She was hidden. No eyes could distinguish her from the foliage. She was simply a shadow, often lit by a beam of sunlight falling upon her silver/white hair. Though she was also hidden from the sun. The heat here was intense though no other creature she had encountered seem to feel it's effects. It was too different from the arctic conditions from where she came. It weighed her down, made her feel so tired yet anxious. A hand extended, pushing a branch out of her path, the silver claws protruding from her fingers glinting in a shaft of light. One of the many reminders that made her feel sick to the stomach, brang flashbacks of her past back into her mind. She closed her eyes, plummeting herself into a world of red and black as her hand clenched the bundle of leaves she pushed away from her. She wanted to forget, not remember each time she looked to her fingers or toes or caught her reflection upon the surface of water. A sudden sting upon her palm brought her back to reality. Her claws had dug into the soft skin of her palm, small droplets of blood trickling down her forearm. Her palms were covered in small pinprick scars from her claws, they were the only visible scars on her body, in fact, her hands and face were the only parts of her body visible. Luckily her face had no visible scars, keeping its innocence.
A sigh passed her pink lips as she released the leaves, tainted red from her memories. She just wanted to escape, thats why she ran from her home village and everyone who knew what happened to her though no matter how far she ran she still retained her mind and felt as though anything that laid eyes on her knew the terrible secrets she tried to hide. Her body tensed as she felt a weight climb up her back and rest upon her shoulder. It had been happening for years but whenever she got caught off guard she always panicked. As though her sudden uncertainty was felt, the small gray fuzzball mewled calmly, its rough tongue tracing the girls ear in an attempt to calm her. It was just Kioko, the only creature that kept her sane for these years. She lived to protect the small creature and the kitten lived to keep her sane. Her clean hand rose to rest upon the kittens head, a slight smile coming to her lips as it began to purr, putting the girl into a calmer mind. Even though Kioko was separated from her family when she was young and grew with the girl in the cage she still maintained a positive and playful attitude. How she managed to do that totally blew over the girl though it managed to add a little light within her life.
It was getting hard for the girl to breathe, the heat constricting her chest. She had to stop and rest. Her wide eyes searched the land around, searching for a concealed area for her to rest, away from any possible eyes or danger. Her vision was blurring, keeping her sight minimum. The closest safe haven she could spot was an old oak tree surrounded by clusters of rock. She stumbled toward the barricade, weaving her way through the rocks and fallen branches until her hands met the rough bark of the old tree. She heaved an exhausted sigh as she turned her back to the tree and slid down it into a sitting position, her thick clothing preventing it from injuring her hidden skin. The small gray cat jumped into her lap, curling into a content ball and settling down for an afternoon nap. The girls eyes flickered, the blurred world falling into an unconscious darkness.
Rules Phrases;
Ramen The Most important Meal of the Day.
If Ramen is the First then What is the second
