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Naruto Age of the Past
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A boy standing at five feet and five inches, with dark blue hair and blue eyes. The former is usually kept a moderate length (for a male) and mostly well-maintained. The latter have an gentle gaze that looks upon the world with a sort of ... complacency? Due to a prior accident, a good portion of his upper left face is scarred from burns which, although he has grown accustomed to it, has been known to unsettle people. Or perhaps that's his left eye, considering it's still intact despite nearly a quarter of his face being injured. Beyond that, the rest of his face and skin is in remarkably good condition, as well as usually decorated with a gentle smile in public so as to avoid put people at ease. That smile usually gives way to a frown or dull non-indicative expression of suggested normalcy when no one is in sight.
His body is a lean one, somewhat frail in build, but isn't completely devoid of muscle he can make use of. There are remnants of burn injuries scattered along the left side of his body, but these are mostly kept hidden out of sight by his attire. He favors loose, with predominantly light or even white colors.
Personality: While a hormonal teenager, Jin works hard to maintain an intelligent, compassionate demeanor. Friendly, approachable, and helpful are all traits people would describe him as, and what he aims to embody. But, it can be rather difficult to properly maintain when one is plagued by a severe mental disconnect on an emotional level with others. Recent events in his life have brought the realization about how little he cares for others, which trouble him greatly. Just because he has difficulty attributing value to a human life does not render him completely immoral or even amoral, as his own moral principles and compass remain relatively intact (peculiarly enough). He has dismissed the lurking feelings of discontent as the result of his age and internal 'biological fuckups', but they still linger.
For now, the Jinhai that walks the streets of Konoha is an honorable, respectful and knowledgeable youth who has adapted well to his home. He also despises having his time wasted, and is always in motion, either by assisting others, or broadening his own horizons (from which he derives a sense of satisfaction from). After all, time is a valuable commodity, which unfortunately also means he has a tendency to forget to eat and sleep in favor of another activity. Sadly, such activities may not include socializing, not that Jin is antisocial or disinclined to get to know another person better, but he is opposed to idly conversing. Therefore, while he maintains an amiable disposition, he will often leave or drop conversations rather quickly in favor of a more enriching activity. Contrary to his attitudes about conversation, though, he is a decent conversationalist and speaker, often a bit too precise with his use of language.
However, despite these qualities and his efforts to present himself decently, he is prone to mistakes and errors which embarrass him greatly. Additionally, it is also comically easy to fluster him, often self-inflicted due to flubbing his own speaking, and immediately, perhaps too hastily, attempting to correct himself. Discussing titillating subjects is another simple method to tormenting him, as well as discussing ... well, most disgusting, filthy or unclean subjects, especially insects. He has a longstanding furious hatred and fear of insects that goes far beyond a simple 'dislike' or lack of preference for. Also incredibly fastidious (never neglecting his own personal hygiene despite forgetting other basic needs, like food ... or sleep), and prone to minor tantrums over extreme uncleanliness.
Likes:
Sweets
Honorable Combat
Reading, particularly scholarly works
Taking brisk jogs in the early morning
Power
Accruing more power/Bettering oneself
High places
Winds and windy weather
Dislikes:
The smell of smoke
Blatantly immoral behaviors
Mornings
Mondays
Tuesdays
Pretty much the whole week
Idle socializing/Small talk
People
Ninja
Himself
The World
The Status Quo
Powerlessness
Disparity of life
The meaningless cycle of aggression, isolation, and persecution perpetuated by human society and societal norms
Genocide
Racial persecution
Ignorance
Arrogance
Arrogant Ignoramuses
Strawberries
Excessive heat
Dogs
History:
I've come here from nowhere, across the unforgiving sea.:
Though one may not immediately notice it, Jin is actually not a native to the Land of Fire. In fact, his origins come from an even more distant place, further beyond the known countries and what is known as the 'Badlands.' In here, he was part of smaller clan, and smaller village ... but they were forced to abandon their homes, seeking refuge deeper within the Land of Fire. As for himself, his own family carried forth to Konohagakure no Sato, attempting and succeeding in immigrating and settling in the ninja village, thinking that the protection afforded by Konoha's military might would yield a better life for themselves, and a then infant Jinhai.
Jinhai himself rarely recalls his early childhood. It was a rather dull, uneventful time of his life, not only blessed with peace but plagued with boredom. Friendships were difficult to come by, even before the scars, but many of his days were spent alone. It was here, he developed a thirst for knowledge, and a love of reading. And a fascination with the shinobi ideal.
Who were these strange entities, calling themselves ninja? They were protectors, assassins, mercenaries. They were honorable, conniving, treacherous, and loyal. So many contradictory details. So many glorious stories, cautionary tales, legends.
Like a flood of pain, pouring down on me.:
Given his fascination, and the importance of shinobi to Konoha, it was practically inevitable that he would be enrolled into the Academy. His enrollment began at the age of eight, and the time spent there were among the happiest in his life. Academia, geared towards shinobi tradition, blended with physical training was practically a perfect combination towards his interests, and such teachings cemented many of his values, both personal and social. The Academy graduation test presented little difficulty to him, both the written and practical portions. But, after his first year at the academy, while he succeeded in graduating, his latter assessment by a jounin instructor and two other graduates proved ... horrendous. It was the sting of that failure and return to the academy that fostered his desire to better himself. And, in the next year, he not only passed the graduation test with flying colors (to no one's surprise), but successfully weathered the jounin instructor's assessment.
In his tenth year of life, he now bore the honor and responsibility of being genin.
The only thing I know for real, there will be bloodshed.:
Perhaps he had drawn too much attention to himself. Or rather, to his family. Maybe it was his desire to be a ninja, or perhaps it was the idle chatter he had provoked from his instructors about his tenacity and desire to be shinobi. Either way, he noticed a terrible change about his own home. Neighbors became more withdrawn, what few friends (opting for a civilian life) he had seemingly disappeared off the face of the earth, an increasing number of peculiar ... perhaps hateful, in retrospect, looks directed towards himself and his home.
The most subtle differences are often enough to divide humanity.
For five years, he retained his rank of genin, while the two he considered squadmates, moved on without him. They did not begrudge him for being unable to follow them though. While they may have been kids, they'd have to be some pretty fucking cruel kids to hate on someone whose entire house collapsed, their family burned alive, and their own body scarred while trapped within the roaring flames, pinned beneath the wasted wreckage of what had been home.
It was deemed a tragic accident, rather than the act of malice it more likely was ... but even his own memory is fuzzy about how it began. Was it the injury or injuries to the head he received? Was it his mind attempting to block the event out? Maybe it was just the pain and acute asphyxiation he suffered through while nearly crushed below the flaming ruins. Either way, five years would pass, until his own thirteenth year, under the care of the village and treated for those injuries. What friends he knew had already left him. What comrades he had, remained sympathetic, but had moved on.
And it was to the surprise of many higher ranking-nin when he insisted on continuing being a ninja. It was not a difficult argument to make, however. His body had endured and recovered, and even if he had no formal instruction, he had taken what little he had learnt to avoid being even more feeble. So, it was decided that he would be placed with another team of graduates, somewhat ex-cadets this time, to experience what he had missed before. Although they did not get on well, due to being unfamiliar with each other, nonetheless they functioned adequately. Within the year, their performance was satisfactory enough and their own independent strength ample enough, that their instructor put forth their name for the upcoming chuunin exams.
And what exams they were. The written portion was nightmarish, but he was saved from total failure by virtue of being able to answer a single question on his own ... and successfully gathering less than a handful of others from his surroundings, without being eliminated. To his great horror, when it was revealed to be a test of their information gathering skills, he decided that perhaps he needed to broaden his skills and thinking ... after all, what had turned into a simple written exam had revealed itself to be an even greater practical test. The duplicity of it all baffled him, mortified him, and above all else, motivated him.
Fortunately, their number was few in the chuunin exams to begin with, and left only four teams of 12 total remaining. The second phase would begin in one month, and unlike his craft opponents who favored gimmicks and variety, he opted to strengthen himself. Victory was not necessary in the coming phase for the promotion, only a demonstration of skill. Deception, power, acuity, and swiftness would be his tools, not gimmicks. Gimmicks that would see three opponents crushed underfoot, leaving himself and another opponent the only remaining competitors at the end, before losing ... to exhaustion, not actual defeat.
Display obedience, while never stepping out of line and blindly swear allegiance.:
While it has been two years since he's gained the rank of chuunin, his reputation has only grown so much. There are younger prodigies who hold higher ranks than he, and his own exploits are less impressive compared to those of his colleagues, betters and some juniors. But, it is undeniable that he presents himself as a model shinobi, protective and loyal to the village and its citizens. Ruthless to all enemies, trampling them underfoot.
Though he has reservations against killing, even if that is a necessary component to his role in society, there is no question that he commits horrific violence on his enemies. And may get a bit carried away on particular individuals with a ... particular morally bankrupt character. In fact, his latest exploit involved the annihilation of a bandit encampment, who were supposed to have been scouted by genin as a simple mission. Unfortunately, some genin were exposed and captured as a result, necessitating drastic measures. He was not the only ninja supposed to have been deployed, but he was the first to reach the encampment. And, he completed the intended mission of rescuing the junior ninjas, with the added bonus of burning the entire bandit camp to the ground.
Consideration of a promotion has been considered, but it is questionable on account of his age, lack of specialty or true expertise in a field of shinobi arts, and the fact that he was not a native of the Land of Fire originally. That last one was uttered by one of his colleagues along with damning accusations of him being a deep cover agent. That colleague is missing most of his teeth and is currently admitted at Konoha General.
Other Characters: N/A Roleplay Sample:
Bandit 'Infiltration':
Sometimes, he cursed his bad luck.
It was days like these he had to wonder if the top brass were staffed completely by howler monkeys with some sort of neurological defect. Honestly, a solo mission to deal with what amounted to a bandit horde was bad enough, especially since he had provoked the bandit horde by slaughtering their much smaller scouting party. But a solo mission in which he had absolutely 'zero' support? Because they were overburdened with the influx of requests for reconstruction after consecutive raids? There were reasonable decisions, and there were terrible decisions. And then there was this complete inane decision to send him without any equipment, any intel, and any support to 'infiltrate' the bandit encampment.
One did not have to be a genius to figure that the Jounin who had assigned him to this task may or may not be upset that he broke his brother's face in earlier. There was a good reason, what with the moronic claims that he was a 'filthy shina' that had been trained as a deep cover agent since he was a baby, and had nefarious plots in sabotaging the village's defenses. Or something absurd to that extent, it was hard to tell when the bigot was inhaling his own teeth and blood. But, whether or not that had been satisfactory remained questionable as he rested atop a wide, sturdy branch of the ginormous trees that were so characteristic of the Land of Fire. From his perch, hidden among the top of the foliage amidst elevated terrain, he peered down into a valley below where sources claimed the bandits had made camp. Said bandit encampment was ... huge, to put it bluntly.
Roving bandit bands certainly had quite a few numbers, in case violence was necessary, but this ... this wasn't a band, it was truly a horde, possibly reaching into triple digits of members. Should they march towards Konohagakure, it was inevitable that they could inflict serious damage on the people before enough ninja could be recalled to the village's defense. Not that this wasn't the first time he'd dealt with bandits and brigands in the land of fire, but the size of the camp was undeniably discomforting.
'Still. I am a Shinobi of Konohagakure no Sato. And this is my mission ...' came the last thought he had to banish any sense of doubt. Almost immediately afterwards, a faint rustling noise came before him, causing him to freeze in place, before peering over the edge of the branch. Much to his surprise, a lone bandit it seems, half-stumbling ... possibly inebriated, had wandered off from the main encampment. That rustling noise was his clumsy attempts of prying through bushes and leaves, for reasons unknown to Jin. Still, after his own hardships, Jin was not one to ... 'look a gift horse in the mouth' as the saying goes, and waited for the bandit to stumble forth a bit beyond the tree Jin had chosen as his perch.
After the drunken bandit had proceeded a far enough distance Jin deemed 'safe', the ninja proceeded down from his high-altitude position, dropping down on successive branches with a fair amount of rustling and unfortunate noise, until finally touching down to the ground. Fortunately for him, his target seemed not only out of it, but making enough noise himself to not notice that a rather conspicuous Kononha-nin was swiftly rushing towards him from behind. Although stealth had been stressed in this reconnaissance mission, sometimes ... just sometimes, speed and lethality could be better employed than patience and passivity to preserve stealth.
This was especially true as he rammed his knee straight into the back of his prey, not aiming for a particular target but instead striking with enough force to bowl him over, face-first into the dirt. In the brief moment he had before the bandit would attempt to rise off the ground, Jin opted for deadly force ... after all, the bandits were going to be annihilated once he completed this mission, and the reputation of these bandits were quite disgusting. It was fortunate for him that this particular individual kept a blade lazily tied to his waist, which Jin forcibly moved the scabbard of aside to draw the sword in a single motion.
And plunge it downwards through the neck of the rising victim, who had intended to struggle. Just as quickly as the blade, a single-edged sword he noted, possibly a chokuto, was forced in deep enough to pierce through the neck, Jin would hurriedly pull the blade back out. Taking hold of its hilt with both hands, the ninja braced himself while his target, having now risen upright on his knees, clutched the entirely redundant new breathing hole for his throat. Perhaps he had grown stronger, or perhaps the blade was of a finer quality, but his horizontal swing mostly cut through the neck of the mostly-dead bandit, only getting caught partway after clipping what he assumed had been the spine, and had significantly slowed down his swing. Although this was probably enough, the fact remained the sword was currently embedded (somewhat) in the neck of his target ... also the cut wasn't clean. As he had swung from right to left, so he took a step forward with his right foot, keeping his left hand on the blade. His right arm withdrew towards his body as he moved up closer to the target, and he swung his arm out, striking the side of his target's head with the back of his arm above the elbow. At the same time, his left arm attempted to pull outwards, dragging the blade with it and possibly the body too if he had not struck the head, and instead the sword shredded through the last of the flesh in the neck, fully removing the head from its former body. Not exactly the cleanest kill, but quite possibly the most deserving one for these bastards.
After a brief moment to clean off the weapon, Jinhai then formed the seals of dog, boar and ram in order and utilized his chakra to initiate the Transformation technique, taking on the form of the bandit he had just killed. A puff of smoke later, the headless formerly drunk bandit's doppelganger hastily walked on away, with the sword on hand and angrily waving away the clouds that had been generated from the technique. It always was a nuisance how those smoke-like clouds would form around whenever the technique was used. Wonderful for infiltration, but impractical for just about anything else ... and also a pain in the ass. Still, at least Jin, who was now assuming a much taller, more brutish looking thug's form, could simply waltz right into the camp with ease. So much ease, even the perimeter's guards simply waved him on through without much a word. Either the sources were truthful about the supposed lower intelligence of these thugs, or maybe .... Suddenly, while in his musings, he was almost promptly run over by what appeared to be a cart, the driver of which was distinctively not a thug and currently cursing at him.
"You fucking moron! What the hell were you doing walking around like a dork in my way, do you WANT this cargo to explode?"
'Explode ... ?' he pondered to himself as he hastily took a few steps back, and the rather foppish type proceeded on. Whatever his cargo was, was probably worth investigating, as Jin began to take a circular long route, keep his eyes away from the cart and its cargo and paying no mind to the attention that little encounter had brought. Other than some snickers, stares, and light shrugs, his little slip-up didn't seem to draw that much attention. For now. Still, recon missions like these were the absolute worst, given he had no clue what to target specifically. No idea where their leader possibly could be, any ideas on their patrols or schedules. In short, he was practically blind and that strange clearly-not-a-bandit was maybe his only lead to some decent intel. Interestingly, said lead may have also brought him to the big kahuna's tent, given it was significantly larger than most others, and a seven foot tall giant emerged from it as the not-a-bandit-with-cargo pulled up alongside it.
"Good evening, oh mighty Bandit Lord! What an honor it is to meet a powerful w-"
"Cut the crap. Do you have the goods?"
"But of course! I must say, I'm rather pleased that you would take my master up on his offer! It's rare for criminals to wish to strike a blow to Kono-"
"Shut. It. If I have to hear your voice any more than I need to, I will snap your neck, you hear me little man?"
"... crystal clear."
"Good. Now, what've you got for me and my boys?"
"A special weapon from my master! These are incredibly dangerous explosives, a few of which would perhaps be enough to blast a hole through Konohagakure's walls! Eheheheheh. They're also marvelously simple to use, but only if you can utilize chakra~"
"And ... ?"
"They simply need an infusion of chakra to be armed, and then will detonate with great, explosive force~! Of course, there is plenty of time between their arming and detonation, so you and your ... 'boys' can get to a safe distance. Ehehehehehe-"
"Stop. Laughing. That laugh is fucking creepy."
"Apologies Master Otirik-" Unfortunately the foppish merchant of death was silenced by the hand of the towering giant of a bandit, whose arm was distinctively darkened in color, piercing right through his chest.
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT, MOTHERFUCKER!"
'Well, that escalated quickly' Jin darkly mused while peering out from around the corner of the tent he was hiding behind.
"Strip this asshole of anything valuable, then toss his corpse outside the camp. No wait. Burn it, instead. Make sure to chop him up so his stinking, nasty self burns up faster."
"Yes boss!"
"AND YOU! You fucker, whatchu doing hiding over there?!"
'Oh ... shiiiiiiii ... Yes boss?"
"DON'T YOU, 'YES BOSS' ME! I got a job for you, you scheming fucker. Take this junk to Masuku, and distribute it. I want everyone to have one of them when we march tomorrow, got it?!"
"Aye boss!"
What a stroke of luck, honestly. For a moment, Jin had assumed his cover was blown and he'd be ... well ... he'd probably have to fight to the death to get out of here. But instead, he was getting to handle these myterious weapons that strange, golden-eyed 'merchant' had brought. Even Masuku, the apparent supply-master dismissively had him take crates around and proceed to carry them throughout the camp, passing out the strange metal objects described as bombs. Although it took a few hours to distribute, and night had fallen, the bombs except for a handful had been distributed. Honestly, at this point, he could just return to Konoha, with the weapon in hand and knowledge of impending attack ... but sometimes, a bit of proactive behavior would be better than simply completing the letter of his mission. Also, it seemed unlikely he'd be able to make a break for it as he had kept this disguise up for as long as possible, which was taking the wind out of him. So maybe, just maybe, he'd do something drastic as he quietly crept to the outskirts of the camp. Assuming what he had heard was true about this weapon, then perhaps setting one off now would be enough to do some damage to begin with, and also serve as a perfect get-away cover.
After confirming no one was in sight, the Konoha-nin released the transformation technique, now appearing back as his original form, setting down one of the strange spherical objects. Gingerly, he palmed the device and gathered his chakra, intending to do as that bizarre pale-white, green-haired merchant had said. Unexpectedly, the device then promptly shone a brilliant a fire red. Even more unexpectedly, so did the other two he had on his person. And incredibly distressing, was the fact that the camp was now extraordinarily bright, as dozens of these lights shone in the camp. That was also when the younger shinobi noticed a rather intricate seal had been set atop the surface of these items, curiously dark against the glowing red surface of the bombs, and initially been invisible to the naked eye.
It was also a warning considering he noticed that they held the characters for the words 'fire' and 'explosion' amidst the markings. A warning he gladly took to heart, and immediately bolted. What stamina he had left, he willed forth and pushed himself to run the fuck out of the valley. It had taken a minute or so, as he crawled over the sloping hills that surrounding this valley, commonly know as the Valley of Life for its natural beauty and splendor. Well, said beauty and splendor was a bit overshadowed literally by what appeared to be dozens of brilliant suns sitting around in the bandit camp, and also fires from said bandits attempting to figure out what was happening.
And then, the lights faded. All that remained in the valley were the flickering flames of the bandit's fires and torches.
Then a flash emerged, with a tremendous roar came. As if the sun itself had awoken from the earth, and a massive red sphere of fire and power ... no, many spheres of fire all converging and colliding with each other to create one colossal explosion. In the darkness of the night, with the new moon giving no light and clouds blocking the stars ... it went from an almost perfect darkness to as bright as the daytime from the raw amount of fire and heat that was generated. And that's when he noticed, not only was he probably going to go blind if he kept staring, but the roaring flames were still expanding ... and he promptly dived down the other end of the hill, rolling like a mad hedgehog down and away as possible as roaring flames exploded outwards from the valley, blasting out into the night air and sky. What had been the sun was now tinted bright red, as if the gates of hell themselves opened, to welcome the newly damned and condemn the rest of the living.
-
Seven hours later, he was debriefed, with plenty of scratches all over his face and arms and his clothes somewhat torn from his mad escape from fiery death. His jounin superiors insisted on not conducting the interview in person. In fact, there was currently a thick wall of protective glass between them and himself, as he was in a small confined white room. Evidently, discussion of his status a shina were taken ever further, and talk of him being some sort of demon shina from the otherworld, here to damn them all, was circulating. Still, his mission was a ... success, in that he gathered intel. And, well, the bandits were no longer a threat, so ... all in a day's work he supposed.
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