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Name:Kuro Xue
Nicknames:Kimera, Black, Unyun
Gender: Male
Age:15
Clan: Nara
Village: Kohonagakure
Rank: Jonin
Height: 5 foot 7 inches
Weight: 58 kilograms
Image:
Description:
And the design. A person and their connection to their countenance is rather overrated in the world of shinobi, probably because the two are so easily separated. An appearance isn’t as important as a personality because it can change so quickly. Kuro has two, arm, two legs, two feet and two hand, all with the proper amount of digits. This should be all that matters, but it isn’t is it? Kuro is a typical looking Uchia looking person, spiky black hair, sticking straight up into the air. Kuro has a triangle chin (like all people don’t) and jawline, his face is probably a little wider than most stereotypical uchia, but his face is not round and plushy, but neither is it gaunt. Going away from the shape of his face, before I ruin his image, his face is overall probably comparable with the more handsome demographic. However it is constantly marred by one imperfection. Sleeping is one of his great pleasures, but so is staying up late. He will often be found with great black circles under his eyes, drinking coffee to make up for his sleeping cycle.
Kuro’s body is not one of particular amazingness. He is not very well muscled, and his skin is a pale white. He often refrains from taking his shirt off, so as to not appear “thirsty” however, in general his body could be considered athletic. His muscles are well devolved, not bulky, but of high density, and definition. Nothing that you wuldn’t expect from a genin, I guess..
To clothe his body,Kuro wears, in public general wearing such and so, a dark robe, however the extension of the robes “tail” goes only to his knees. The robe has no buttons, and is secured by a white cloth wrapped around his waist. The garment sleeves, are deep, and cover pretty much all of his hands. since the robes don’t reach his ankles, Kuro then wears black pants, but at the ankles white cloth is wrapped around the shins. Around his neck is black scarf, which is about a meter long. When going on missions, or when he simply didn’t bother to wash the previously described attire, his outfit is that of a black ANBU singlet (no sword as it is in the picture...) and white pants.
Nindo: What you are born as does not dictate who you become
Personality Description: The traits that make Kuro, well Kuro, apretty simple. You meet, him and you’re like “man what a stoner, he is so whacked out” well, that’s usually because he has drunken his body weight in coffee in the last twenty four hours or so, to be expected. However, if you decide to go deeper down the rabbit hole, you will find a lot about him is completely circumstantial.
If you don’t catch Kuro on a bad day, he is quite different. Kuro like his companionship. Kuro grew up with not many friends, and to this day doesn’t get on with a lot of his peers, due to his past. If you share something in common with Kuro, he will tend to be a lot of a nicer guy. It could be anything, a grudge, a coffee brand,. Having something in common makes it a lot easier for Kuro to relate to a person.
Kuro has always been pretty agreeable, even when dealing with a situation or a person that he does not like. This is mainly because he feels a lot of guilt for what he has done in the past, he feels that he owes the world one or two, due to his behavior. This is also one of the reasons he drinks so much coffee, it is his way of excusing himself from social interaction i.e. staying up late, and sleeping through the day.
Kuro enjoys his creature comforts, like sleeping, good food, and coffee. To him there is nothing more peaceful than rest and breakfast and coffee in bed. At least that is what he would enjoy the most if he could enjoy it. Since Kuro has no parents and virtually no friends either, he has never really enjoyed the things that most people would take for granted. He has never really been to the park, as he was often busy masquerading around in some atuski robes, scaring the neighboring children. However, Kuro really enjoys when a person would like to be treated, Kuro will do his best to serve a friend or a guests desires, things that he has never received.
Due to Kuro’s mixed past he has many straits that one would not expect from the boy. As a young child he was playful and happy, and as such can easily get along with people whom would also be playful and happy. But there is a flip side to the coin. Kuro also experienced great suffering, and in battle can be cruel, silent and calculating. But battle is never something he has enjoyed, and he much prefers light hearted sparring. In a real fight though, he simply knows no other way of fighting seriously, so he goes into the frame of mind of his childhood. Hurt the enemy.
Kuro dislikes above unfairness, and all manners of deciption. Since Kuro was born dealing with both of these, he knows how much they can hurt, and he will fight to prevent these things from happening to anyone. Kuro Feels that every shinobi is equal in being unfortunate, he himself thating the fact that his exiitence is defined by another person’s needs. People whom revel in the job of shinobi will garner only disdain and dislike from Kuro.
In the end Kuro really wants,is peace and quiet. He has long since expected that this is impossible, his purpose was chosen for him, by himself. And although he knows he will always be a dissapointment to his family, all of which have now left him, he will labor for his own peace.
Favorites: Most kinds of food, not having to kill people, Coffee, more coffee, sparring, orchestra based music, dreaming about having a kekki genki, sleeping.
History:
You are in my Genjutsu....
“Get back, I warn you only once. I have the sharingan, of the Uchia, beware!” Kuro Xue was adressing his enemies. And there were many of them. The power of his sharigna was great, but he was up against a multitude of them. In his had was a few kunai and a sharigan. Leaping to the left Kuro threw a few of the weapons keeping one spare to hold another one of the boys hostage. Kuro swept the black cloak with red clouds, which he had obtained in one of the museums of his village, around him and leapt to the sides, throwing a shuriken and a kunai. Unfourtunatley both missed, for two reasons. One was that Kuro didn’t really have a sharigan, he just wished that he had, and second, in a grade school the only shuriken and kunai that are within easy reach tend to be made from foam and plastic, and are hardly aerodynamic. The weapons flew about five feet before making a crash landing, and the 9 year old whom Kuro was going to hold hostage subsequently beat him up. Because that is what happens when you try and take on the whole of the ninja academy at four.
Needless to say, Kuro had a lot of identity issues as a kid. He came from parents that were not only normal, but not even shinobi. And Kuro did not get on with them very well. He believed that his father was “manless" a child's way of saying that he was impotent, and believed that his mother “liked Uchia" His way of saying indiscreet. Kuro believed that his father had been some kind of Uchia badass, which may have been true. Regardless, any of that Uchia baddassery which may or may not have been present in his imagined father had not been passed down to poor young Kuro. He was not even remotely Uchia, and despite often pretending to have a sharigan, and boasting about it to his peers "you can't see it because you are in my genjutsu" he was deffintley not an Uchia.
By the time Kuro was the age of 7 he realized that there was pretty much no way that his real dad could have been an Uchia. But it did turn out that his Dad wasn’t really his dad. Apparently his dad had been some kind of shinobi, but according to his mother, defintley not an Uchia. Kuro always had hope though, that his real father would one day return for him, and show him how to activate the power of his sharigan. Understandably, this constant suspense made for an awkward experince of childhood. Kuro felt that he had some entiltement to poweer and fame, some kind of right to be better than his classmates. So he expected not so much of himself, but of other people reaction to him. He would not work as hard, or as late as anyone else, becuase he was certain that his work would be of “genius level” just the same as any Uchia “because everyone know’s that Uchia are awesome.” By the age of seven Kuro was in a really bad way with his schooling. He had failed litreally every class assesment, and every tutor or therapist ever assigned to him had simply given up. Kuro felt that he was magically more powerful than everyone, and three days a week being talked down to, no matter what you do, by a 7 year old whom had failed miserably at everything that he had ever done could break a person. A male therapist had atually grabbed by his shirt and shouted at him. To this Kuro had simply said “you can’t escape THIS genjutsu....” The man just quit his entire job.
Shattering Realization
by Kuro’s eighth year his life changed dramatically. Apparently his father had come back, now no longer a ninja, but he had not come for his son. He had came for his woman. He had burst in one night, taking his girlfriend from nine years ago and his father’s dignity.
Kuro sat bolt upright. The sound of a door being blasted open jolting him awake. A loud and unfamialar voice shouted out his mothers name “Sayomoi?” To which his mother answered yelling loudly “Kuro!” Kuro jumped up from his bed, speaking to himself as he sometimes did when he was about to do something “cool” “looks like my sharingan is needed again” Sweeping on his black and red clouded cloak. Running to the door Kuro meant to kick it open. Only to find it locked from the outside. Kicking desperately at it, Kuro made for the window. Also locked. His mother shouted at him ”Kuro, be quiet and stay in your room!” and then she said again, this time in a completely different volume and tone of voice“Oh Kuro, you returned for me” Kuro had been about to shout to his mother that he wasn’t there yet, only to hear the unfamialar voice reply in a tone that could only be described as lustfully “Of course I did, my love” Kuro did not understand. “Wha...?” Kuro said to himself, as from his mothers room sound like the ones the plumber made when he was doing the toilet ensued. Kuro then heard a “Noooo!. Please I-” and the a muffled scream. And then a sound like clapping came from the room. This went on for an hour, as Kuro tried to piece together what had happened. After about fifteen minutes of the clapping and plunger sounds, Kuro began to question his mother further about what was going on. The sound just kept on going , when Kuro began to get louder and more insestent, in the angriest voice that he had ever hear his mother shouted at him “SHUT UP YOU LITTLE FUCKING BRAT!” and the then, after a short giggle, the sound continued, maybe this time a little more vigorous and louder. Kuro shrunk then into his corner and cried. He had never heard his mother speak like that before. Shortly after the shouting, the sounds stop, and there was a loud bang, like and impact, and a vibration thought the whole house. It felt to Kuro like one of the walls had just been knocked down.
“Never touch my girl again you little SISSY” There was that strange and powerful voice again, and then his mother’s laugh, a whoosh, and all sound stopped apart from some crying. Kuro ran to the door, finding it unlocked and ran to his parents bedroom. His dad was lying in the bathroom, the wall between the two rooms smashed too smithereens. He father was lying on his back rubble covering his lower half. The way the rubble, which looked pretty heavy by the way, seemed to have “sunk” would have told any paramedic that the person beneath was probably crushed. A pscyachrist, if the person had been told what had happened to Kuro’s father, would have known that the person must have been absolutely crushed. Kuro ran up to his dad, and said to him, completley innocent to the situation “Was it my real dad? What did he look like? When is he coming back for me?” The last act of his father was to punch Kuro straight in the mouth, so hard that some of his child teeth wen flying away.
Gone are the days...
So now Kuro’s peachy little life had become quite different in one night. With his father dead and his mother gone, it should come to no surprise to anyone that Kuro changed a bit. Kuro went from pretending to be an Uchia, to pretending to kill Uchia, and resenting everyone that was “special”. He developed a complex against all of those whom had Kekki Genkai, and by the time he was 8 he had gotten quite violent with the children of the academy whom prossed the exalted Kekki Genkai. He shrank further and further into his grudge against those who may have the very things that he never possessed. Kuro began to sadistically torment the special children. But to rise above the best when you have nothing requires practice, patience, dedication and determination .But most of all anger, all thing that soon Kuro was to become intimately familiar with.
“A+ again Kuro, long time since you have had anything else. I still need to talk to you about your behavior towards Bob. He didn’t come back in today, I think you really shook him up. At some point you will need to give him an apology. Okay” “Okay.” To think that the same voice box that just spoke belonged to the child that was known to be a a joyful little ball of annoyance and pepcularality, was pretty boggling.
Kuro knew that he was now known as a bully, with a few diffrences. He had spent many nights sleepless, learning about all the jutsu that he had missed, everything that he had ever left out on. He no longer had any hopes or dreams, and all he really wanted to do was to kill his genetic father. Although at the time Kuro did not realize it, he was now exactly the same as an Uchia, emotional talented, succesful. Although there was a difference. He was no Uchia. And he could not care less.
Kuro walked from his teacher’s room, having just suffered a pretty nasty verbal abuse. Cold, and uncaring, Kuro left the school, roughly bumping into some older children whom instantly apologized and backed away.
“Perfection”
However, the bully person, the Uchia, was never the man that Kuro was destined to become. And soon, he came to except whom he really was. His grades stayed where they were though, and his soon became the class favourite. However, there was an event in his life which intervened, which stopped him from continuing down his path.
Kuro saw the man in front of him explode. The ninja had been a chuunin, and had obviously expected the mutant thing to be stupid, weak and slow. Well he only got one of those three right, it was pretty slow, its huge amount of cancerous flesh weighing it down heavily. If there was some kind of godlike beings who could see the situation and cause behind every confrontation without really being there, written it all down, and then handed it to Kuro, he would know that the creature was the result of a completely illegal experiment by some missing ninja. It was the injection of a few different types of dna, containing kekki genkai, and in the same brew, the same kinds of chakra that corresponded to the abilities that the Dna granted. The result that they were hoping for was completely impossible, and the fruits of their labor was a monster. Kuro had been accompanying the chuunin for reasons no other than curiosity, when the beast had emerged from it’s lair, and slain him. Kuro now had no choice but to fight it, retreat, and he would be known as a coward, and would lose all claim to badassarey. And so they fought, (continued in more detail in the rp sample BTW) And Kuro won, but not unscathed. The beast had a profound affect upon him, the way that it was once a human. The greed behind it’s creators. Kuro, realized that he had more in common with the strange beast than he would have liked to think.
Kuro skipped the genin exam, it was already widely recognized by the teachers of the academy that he had met all the requirements that were needed to become a genin.
And he had changed again. The shock of fighting the beast had shaken him out of his collapsed psyche not immediately of course. It was another year until Kuro settled into the personality that he felt most comfortable in, the most stable.
Kuro felt that he needed to become a chuunin, and he attempted the chuunin exam, which was fortunately positioned only a few months after his tenth birthday. He failed, and he became a chuunin by doing missions, which took him two years. Kuro remained a chuunin for three years, and was eventually granted the rights of a jonin, at fifteen.
(bad finish, I know.)
And the rest..... Is yet to be decided .
Key Events:
Was born
Entered into the academy
Mother leaves with real dad
Kills weird beast
Becomes a genin
Fails the chuunin exam
Was granted chuunin rank
Was granted jounin rank
Writing Sample: “Splish splash, schlop." “Quite like a water balloon, if you think about it, us humans..." Thought Kuro, hopefully to himself. It was strange the thoughts that occured to you before you died. Maybe it was like this for everyone. Maybe just him, did great ninja's think of things like scholars before going into battle? Probably not. Maybe, it would most likely depend on the ninja, everyone had a right to their own opinion it was the right of a ninja, the diffrence between honorable mercenary’s, and the soldiers in an army. Nope, this kind of thinking was definitley not like him. Usually it should be “doge right, hit uper elbow, kick in ballsack." Now it was all, adolescent buddha. Weird man. The beasts jaws open, the hinge in the jaw bone, although disfigured was definitely humanoid looking. It’s teeth, however were not, instead replaced by needles, , some of which had pierced hi old human teeth when the spontaneous transformation had occurred. The creature circled a bit, it’s massive hunk of flesh hiding a bulk of muscle underneath. Although wrongly jointed, it was neither the less deadly at close range. Now that was more like it, thinking tactically for once.
Kuro knew he had no chance of winning against it, the creature showed a bizzare intelligence, that seemed limited to perception, and movement prediction. Kuro had no advantage over the beast, and no weapons around. The beast reared up on one or more of it’s limbs, about to bring down it’s body in a massive slam. It’s body bending backwards to the limits of it’s dexterity which was an angle of about 187, a obtuse, but only barely, just before it swung down, Kuro kicked it straight in it’s fat stomach, and... It toppled over. With the small amount of extra force, the beast, which had been about to utilize it’s full strength, would then fall. unbeknownst to the creature, the way it’s muscles were hinged on the the arms means that when it was at full extension, when all the muscles had recruited as many fibers as possible for the swing, , when it toppled over a relic from it’s human existence, a reaction it thought forgotten, the will to catch it’s fall suddenly came into play. But this time the muscles that once could have been considered responsible for shoulders, now connected to the breastplate, remained stiff. As the joints rotated to catch itself from toppling back into it’s lair, which was actually quite steep, the shoulder bones ripped themselves out of the sockets, propelling them up into the air, as the beast toppled into its hole. It progression from it’s lair to the surface world is slow due to it’s weight, however, when going down the hole, the same can not be said. If force = acceleration x mass then the force that the big beasty would hit the bottom was enough to kill it instantly. Cool stuff huh. Kuro watched curiously as the creatures arms sprang away from it’s body, squirting blood everywhere. With a piteos howl it went sliding down the hole at a pretty nasty speed, Kuro did not see the bottom, it was too dark, but could estimate that it was about fifty meters down, by the horrible squelching bang, that occurred only moments after the creature dissapeared. There could be no doubt that the beastie had perished, and now Kuro would have to go through the process of explaining what had happened here.
Name:Kuro Xue
Nicknames:Kimera, Black, Unyun
Gender: Male
Age:15
Clan: Nara
Village: Kohonagakure
Rank: Jonin
Height: 5 foot 7 inches
Weight: 58 kilograms
Image:
Description:
And the design. A person and their connection to their countenance is rather overrated in the world of shinobi, probably because the two are so easily separated. An appearance isn’t as important as a personality because it can change so quickly. Kuro has two, arm, two legs, two feet and two hand, all with the proper amount of digits. This should be all that matters, but it isn’t is it? Kuro is a typical looking Uchia looking person, spiky black hair, sticking straight up into the air. Kuro has a triangle chin (like all people don’t) and jawline, his face is probably a little wider than most stereotypical uchia, but his face is not round and plushy, but neither is it gaunt. Going away from the shape of his face, before I ruin his image, his face is overall probably comparable with the more handsome demographic. However it is constantly marred by one imperfection. Sleeping is one of his great pleasures, but so is staying up late. He will often be found with great black circles under his eyes, drinking coffee to make up for his sleeping cycle.
Kuro’s body is not one of particular amazingness. He is not very well muscled, and his skin is a pale white. He often refrains from taking his shirt off, so as to not appear “thirsty” however, in general his body could be considered athletic. His muscles are well devolved, not bulky, but of high density, and definition. Nothing that you wuldn’t expect from a genin, I guess..
To clothe his body,Kuro wears, in public general wearing such and so, a dark robe, however the extension of the robes “tail” goes only to his knees. The robe has no buttons, and is secured by a white cloth wrapped around his waist. The garment sleeves, are deep, and cover pretty much all of his hands. since the robes don’t reach his ankles, Kuro then wears black pants, but at the ankles white cloth is wrapped around the shins. Around his neck is black scarf, which is about a meter long. When going on missions, or when he simply didn’t bother to wash the previously described attire, his outfit is that of a black ANBU singlet (no sword as it is in the picture...) and white pants.
Nindo: What you are born as does not dictate who you become
Personality Description: The traits that make Kuro, well Kuro, apretty simple. You meet, him and you’re like “man what a stoner, he is so whacked out” well, that’s usually because he has drunken his body weight in coffee in the last twenty four hours or so, to be expected. However, if you decide to go deeper down the rabbit hole, you will find a lot about him is completely circumstantial.
If you don’t catch Kuro on a bad day, he is quite different. Kuro like his companionship. Kuro grew up with not many friends, and to this day doesn’t get on with a lot of his peers, due to his past. If you share something in common with Kuro, he will tend to be a lot of a nicer guy. It could be anything, a grudge, a coffee brand,. Having something in common makes it a lot easier for Kuro to relate to a person.
Kuro has always been pretty agreeable, even when dealing with a situation or a person that he does not like. This is mainly because he feels a lot of guilt for what he has done in the past, he feels that he owes the world one or two, due to his behavior. This is also one of the reasons he drinks so much coffee, it is his way of excusing himself from social interaction i.e. staying up late, and sleeping through the day.
Kuro enjoys his creature comforts, like sleeping, good food, and coffee. To him there is nothing more peaceful than rest and breakfast and coffee in bed. At least that is what he would enjoy the most if he could enjoy it. Since Kuro has no parents and virtually no friends either, he has never really enjoyed the things that most people would take for granted. He has never really been to the park, as he was often busy masquerading around in some atuski robes, scaring the neighboring children. However, Kuro really enjoys when a person would like to be treated, Kuro will do his best to serve a friend or a guests desires, things that he has never received.
Due to Kuro’s mixed past he has many straits that one would not expect from the boy. As a young child he was playful and happy, and as such can easily get along with people whom would also be playful and happy. But there is a flip side to the coin. Kuro also experienced great suffering, and in battle can be cruel, silent and calculating. But battle is never something he has enjoyed, and he much prefers light hearted sparring. In a real fight though, he simply knows no other way of fighting seriously, so he goes into the frame of mind of his childhood. Hurt the enemy.
Kuro dislikes above unfairness, and all manners of deciption. Since Kuro was born dealing with both of these, he knows how much they can hurt, and he will fight to prevent these things from happening to anyone. Kuro Feels that every shinobi is equal in being unfortunate, he himself thating the fact that his exiitence is defined by another person’s needs. People whom revel in the job of shinobi will garner only disdain and dislike from Kuro.
In the end Kuro really wants,is peace and quiet. He has long since expected that this is impossible, his purpose was chosen for him, by himself. And although he knows he will always be a dissapointment to his family, all of which have now left him, he will labor for his own peace.
Favorites: Most kinds of food, not having to kill people, Coffee, more coffee, sparring, orchestra based music, dreaming about having a kekki genki, sleeping.
History:
You are in my Genjutsu....
“Get back, I warn you only once. I have the sharingan, of the Uchia, beware!” Kuro Xue was adressing his enemies. And there were many of them. The power of his sharigna was great, but he was up against a multitude of them. In his had was a few kunai and a sharigan. Leaping to the left Kuro threw a few of the weapons keeping one spare to hold another one of the boys hostage. Kuro swept the black cloak with red clouds, which he had obtained in one of the museums of his village, around him and leapt to the sides, throwing a shuriken and a kunai. Unfourtunatley both missed, for two reasons. One was that Kuro didn’t really have a sharigan, he just wished that he had, and second, in a grade school the only shuriken and kunai that are within easy reach tend to be made from foam and plastic, and are hardly aerodynamic. The weapons flew about five feet before making a crash landing, and the 9 year old whom Kuro was going to hold hostage subsequently beat him up. Because that is what happens when you try and take on the whole of the ninja academy at four.
Needless to say, Kuro had a lot of identity issues as a kid. He came from parents that were not only normal, but not even shinobi. And Kuro did not get on with them very well. He believed that his father was “manless" a child's way of saying that he was impotent, and believed that his mother “liked Uchia" His way of saying indiscreet. Kuro believed that his father had been some kind of Uchia badass, which may have been true. Regardless, any of that Uchia baddassery which may or may not have been present in his imagined father had not been passed down to poor young Kuro. He was not even remotely Uchia, and despite often pretending to have a sharigan, and boasting about it to his peers "you can't see it because you are in my genjutsu" he was deffintley not an Uchia.
By the time Kuro was the age of 7 he realized that there was pretty much no way that his real dad could have been an Uchia. But it did turn out that his Dad wasn’t really his dad. Apparently his dad had been some kind of shinobi, but according to his mother, defintley not an Uchia. Kuro always had hope though, that his real father would one day return for him, and show him how to activate the power of his sharigan. Understandably, this constant suspense made for an awkward experince of childhood. Kuro felt that he had some entiltement to poweer and fame, some kind of right to be better than his classmates. So he expected not so much of himself, but of other people reaction to him. He would not work as hard, or as late as anyone else, becuase he was certain that his work would be of “genius level” just the same as any Uchia “because everyone know’s that Uchia are awesome.” By the age of seven Kuro was in a really bad way with his schooling. He had failed litreally every class assesment, and every tutor or therapist ever assigned to him had simply given up. Kuro felt that he was magically more powerful than everyone, and three days a week being talked down to, no matter what you do, by a 7 year old whom had failed miserably at everything that he had ever done could break a person. A male therapist had atually grabbed by his shirt and shouted at him. To this Kuro had simply said “you can’t escape THIS genjutsu....” The man just quit his entire job.
Shattering Realization
by Kuro’s eighth year his life changed dramatically. Apparently his father had come back, now no longer a ninja, but he had not come for his son. He had came for his woman. He had burst in one night, taking his girlfriend from nine years ago and his father’s dignity.
Kuro sat bolt upright. The sound of a door being blasted open jolting him awake. A loud and unfamialar voice shouted out his mothers name “Sayomoi?” To which his mother answered yelling loudly “Kuro!” Kuro jumped up from his bed, speaking to himself as he sometimes did when he was about to do something “cool” “looks like my sharingan is needed again” Sweeping on his black and red clouded cloak. Running to the door Kuro meant to kick it open. Only to find it locked from the outside. Kicking desperately at it, Kuro made for the window. Also locked. His mother shouted at him ”Kuro, be quiet and stay in your room!” and then she said again, this time in a completely different volume and tone of voice“Oh Kuro, you returned for me” Kuro had been about to shout to his mother that he wasn’t there yet, only to hear the unfamialar voice reply in a tone that could only be described as lustfully “Of course I did, my love” Kuro did not understand. “Wha...?” Kuro said to himself, as from his mothers room sound like the ones the plumber made when he was doing the toilet ensued. Kuro then heard a “Noooo!. Please I-” and the a muffled scream. And then a sound like clapping came from the room. This went on for an hour, as Kuro tried to piece together what had happened. After about fifteen minutes of the clapping and plunger sounds, Kuro began to question his mother further about what was going on. The sound just kept on going , when Kuro began to get louder and more insestent, in the angriest voice that he had ever hear his mother shouted at him “SHUT UP YOU LITTLE FUCKING BRAT!” and the then, after a short giggle, the sound continued, maybe this time a little more vigorous and louder. Kuro shrunk then into his corner and cried. He had never heard his mother speak like that before. Shortly after the shouting, the sounds stop, and there was a loud bang, like and impact, and a vibration thought the whole house. It felt to Kuro like one of the walls had just been knocked down.
“Never touch my girl again you little SISSY” There was that strange and powerful voice again, and then his mother’s laugh, a whoosh, and all sound stopped apart from some crying. Kuro ran to the door, finding it unlocked and ran to his parents bedroom. His dad was lying in the bathroom, the wall between the two rooms smashed too smithereens. He father was lying on his back rubble covering his lower half. The way the rubble, which looked pretty heavy by the way, seemed to have “sunk” would have told any paramedic that the person beneath was probably crushed. A pscyachrist, if the person had been told what had happened to Kuro’s father, would have known that the person must have been absolutely crushed. Kuro ran up to his dad, and said to him, completley innocent to the situation “Was it my real dad? What did he look like? When is he coming back for me?” The last act of his father was to punch Kuro straight in the mouth, so hard that some of his child teeth wen flying away.
Gone are the days...
So now Kuro’s peachy little life had become quite different in one night. With his father dead and his mother gone, it should come to no surprise to anyone that Kuro changed a bit. Kuro went from pretending to be an Uchia, to pretending to kill Uchia, and resenting everyone that was “special”. He developed a complex against all of those whom had Kekki Genkai, and by the time he was 8 he had gotten quite violent with the children of the academy whom prossed the exalted Kekki Genkai. He shrank further and further into his grudge against those who may have the very things that he never possessed. Kuro began to sadistically torment the special children. But to rise above the best when you have nothing requires practice, patience, dedication and determination .But most of all anger, all thing that soon Kuro was to become intimately familiar with.
“A+ again Kuro, long time since you have had anything else. I still need to talk to you about your behavior towards Bob. He didn’t come back in today, I think you really shook him up. At some point you will need to give him an apology. Okay” “Okay.” To think that the same voice box that just spoke belonged to the child that was known to be a a joyful little ball of annoyance and pepcularality, was pretty boggling.
Kuro knew that he was now known as a bully, with a few diffrences. He had spent many nights sleepless, learning about all the jutsu that he had missed, everything that he had ever left out on. He no longer had any hopes or dreams, and all he really wanted to do was to kill his genetic father. Although at the time Kuro did not realize it, he was now exactly the same as an Uchia, emotional talented, succesful. Although there was a difference. He was no Uchia. And he could not care less.
Kuro walked from his teacher’s room, having just suffered a pretty nasty verbal abuse. Cold, and uncaring, Kuro left the school, roughly bumping into some older children whom instantly apologized and backed away.
“Perfection”
However, the bully person, the Uchia, was never the man that Kuro was destined to become. And soon, he came to except whom he really was. His grades stayed where they were though, and his soon became the class favourite. However, there was an event in his life which intervened, which stopped him from continuing down his path.
Kuro saw the man in front of him explode. The ninja had been a chuunin, and had obviously expected the mutant thing to be stupid, weak and slow. Well he only got one of those three right, it was pretty slow, its huge amount of cancerous flesh weighing it down heavily. If there was some kind of godlike beings who could see the situation and cause behind every confrontation without really being there, written it all down, and then handed it to Kuro, he would know that the creature was the result of a completely illegal experiment by some missing ninja. It was the injection of a few different types of dna, containing kekki genkai, and in the same brew, the same kinds of chakra that corresponded to the abilities that the Dna granted. The result that they were hoping for was completely impossible, and the fruits of their labor was a monster. Kuro had been accompanying the chuunin for reasons no other than curiosity, when the beast had emerged from it’s lair, and slain him. Kuro now had no choice but to fight it, retreat, and he would be known as a coward, and would lose all claim to badassarey. And so they fought, (continued in more detail in the rp sample BTW) And Kuro won, but not unscathed. The beast had a profound affect upon him, the way that it was once a human. The greed behind it’s creators. Kuro, realized that he had more in common with the strange beast than he would have liked to think.
Kuro skipped the genin exam, it was already widely recognized by the teachers of the academy that he had met all the requirements that were needed to become a genin.
And he had changed again. The shock of fighting the beast had shaken him out of his collapsed psyche not immediately of course. It was another year until Kuro settled into the personality that he felt most comfortable in, the most stable.
Kuro felt that he needed to become a chuunin, and he attempted the chuunin exam, which was fortunately positioned only a few months after his tenth birthday. He failed, and he became a chuunin by doing missions, which took him two years. Kuro remained a chuunin for three years, and was eventually granted the rights of a jonin, at fifteen.
(bad finish, I know.)
And the rest..... Is yet to be decided .
Key Events:
Was born
Entered into the academy
Mother leaves with real dad
Kills weird beast
Becomes a genin
Fails the chuunin exam
Was granted chuunin rank
Was granted jounin rank
Writing Sample: “Splish splash, schlop." “Quite like a water balloon, if you think about it, us humans..." Thought Kuro, hopefully to himself. It was strange the thoughts that occured to you before you died. Maybe it was like this for everyone. Maybe just him, did great ninja's think of things like scholars before going into battle? Probably not. Maybe, it would most likely depend on the ninja, everyone had a right to their own opinion it was the right of a ninja, the diffrence between honorable mercenary’s, and the soldiers in an army. Nope, this kind of thinking was definitley not like him. Usually it should be “doge right, hit uper elbow, kick in ballsack." Now it was all, adolescent buddha. Weird man. The beasts jaws open, the hinge in the jaw bone, although disfigured was definitely humanoid looking. It’s teeth, however were not, instead replaced by needles, , some of which had pierced hi old human teeth when the spontaneous transformation had occurred. The creature circled a bit, it’s massive hunk of flesh hiding a bulk of muscle underneath. Although wrongly jointed, it was neither the less deadly at close range. Now that was more like it, thinking tactically for once.
Kuro knew he had no chance of winning against it, the creature showed a bizzare intelligence, that seemed limited to perception, and movement prediction. Kuro had no advantage over the beast, and no weapons around. The beast reared up on one or more of it’s limbs, about to bring down it’s body in a massive slam. It’s body bending backwards to the limits of it’s dexterity which was an angle of about 187, a obtuse, but only barely, just before it swung down, Kuro kicked it straight in it’s fat stomach, and... It toppled over. With the small amount of extra force, the beast, which had been about to utilize it’s full strength, would then fall. unbeknownst to the creature, the way it’s muscles were hinged on the the arms means that when it was at full extension, when all the muscles had recruited as many fibers as possible for the swing, , when it toppled over a relic from it’s human existence, a reaction it thought forgotten, the will to catch it’s fall suddenly came into play. But this time the muscles that once could have been considered responsible for shoulders, now connected to the breastplate, remained stiff. As the joints rotated to catch itself from toppling back into it’s lair, which was actually quite steep, the shoulder bones ripped themselves out of the sockets, propelling them up into the air, as the beast toppled into its hole. It progression from it’s lair to the surface world is slow due to it’s weight, however, when going down the hole, the same can not be said. If force = acceleration x mass then the force that the big beasty would hit the bottom was enough to kill it instantly. Cool stuff huh. Kuro watched curiously as the creatures arms sprang away from it’s body, squirting blood everywhere. With a piteos howl it went sliding down the hole at a pretty nasty speed, Kuro did not see the bottom, it was too dark, but could estimate that it was about fifty meters down, by the horrible squelching bang, that occurred only moments after the creature dissapeared. There could be no doubt that the beastie had perished, and now Kuro would have to go through the process of explaining what had happened here.
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