Post by kinzoku on Jan 9, 2009 10:34:24 GMT -5
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Name: Tanaka, Kinzoku
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Ninja Rank: Jonin
Country: Hi no Kuni : Land of Fire
Hidden Village: Konohagakure no Sato
Registration #: 738 912
Date of Birth: March 5th
Relatives:
Cell Roster: none
Missions:
Background:
Kinzoku was not born into the lifestyle of a typical ninja-candidate, his father was a humble garbage-man and his mother a housewife. Neither of his parents knew a kunai from a fork and had never even dreamed of becoming shinobi. Kinzoku was the only child of his household, his parents having only found each-other late in life, and he was spoiled rotten as a child. His family was obviously not wealthy, but what little money they had to spare they would spend on their treasured son. Both of Kinzoku’s parents always loved him deeply, though they both showed it in different ways. Kinzoku’s mother often enjoyed showing her love through her cooking, never letting him go hungry for more then a second. She would also spend hours upon hours playing with him and throughout his childhood he was very coddled and attached to his mother. Kinzoku’s father on the other hand was a gruff and calloused fellow who spent little time with the boy; but if there was one thing that could be said about Mr. Tanaka, it was that he was a proud father. Though he wasn’t much of a talker and was a very typically emotionally-suppressed alpha male, one could see the light in his eyes as he watched his son. Mr. Tanaka had high ambitions for his only child, he did not wish for him to become a blue-collar worker like himself…he wanted his son to dream big, and to live a life of fulfillment. He often chided his wife on how she spoiled the boy but let it slip in the early years, it was his future that concerned his father.
Kinzoku never really made any friends in his neighborhood as a young boy, spending most of his time at home indoors with his mother. His father began to speak frequently and sometimes even irately about the level of seclusion his mother was imposing upon him, as well as what he called, “a boy’s need to get some muck on im’ and scrape his knees”. It was soon after his father became more vocal that his parents began talks of getting him involved in the community and exposing him to the world outside the four walls of their little house. Mr. Tanaka began taking his son on his rounds with him, forcing him to get out of the house and allow his young and imaginative eyes to take in the vibrant and bustling culture of Kohona. Kinzoku knew to be well behaved and quiet around his father, whose stern manner and even sterner words brooked no misbehavior. He only took in the sights around him with the ravenous glee and appetite for discovery that could only belong to a boy his age. Kinzoku would always arrive back home filled with a million stories to tell his mother and practically bursting with excitement, and his father would always give a small and crooked smile as he watched his boy relate the days events before wordlessly retiring for a drink. For a time it continued like this and despite Kinzoku still being without any friends his father was happy with the boys development, and the boy was happy too.
There was a house that Kinzoku and his father visited every morning that was shabby and tarnished like an old forgotten relic, with peeling black paint and crooked windows. Kinzoku was terribly frightened of the place, but his dad, usually so inanimate and quiet, always perked up at the site of it. He would tell his son constantly the tale of how he had once been invited inside, and how its resident was a man to be respected and honored. Kinzoku said nothing to his fathers stories, he could not imagine anything less terrifying than a witch or a werewolf residing in such a dark and gloomy place. He would soon learn, however, of the real and nearly as fascinating story, of the man who lived in the old black house. One day as they were making their morning pickup they heard a loud crash inside the house. Mr. Tanaka’s face immediately turned cold and he told his son to stay back. The two stood there in silence, the air so thick with tension that every fly or footstep nearby set their hairs on end. And then, after what seemed like forever, Mr. Tanaka took a tentative step forward…and at the same time the door burst open and out stepped the first shinobi Kinzoku would ever lay eyes on. The man’s fiery red hair and enormous beard as well as his large stature and rather impressive girth shocked and terrified the boy, who hid behind his father immediately. The man chuckled throatily as he produced a large barge of garbage in his chubby fist, holding it up for Mr. Tanaka to see, “I almost missed yah,” his low baritone boomed at them, “I damn well stubbed my toe trying to get to you...I hope you have room for an extra one”. Mr. Tanaka bowed, “It is not a problem Akimichi-san, I can take it for you”. He retrieved the bag from the portly shinobi and with another nod and bow, led a gawking Kinzoku off to continue their route.
When his shock and fright began to dissipate Kinzoku’s curiosity got the best of him and he began to question his father about the man. His father would grin as his son would ask him about the shinobi, for he was a man who dutifully respected the services of Konoha’s ninjas and admired and honored their practices. He told Kinzoku in detail about the shinobi, about the Akimichi clan and what he’d learned when he had had the chance to talk with the red-haired man. Kinzoku was utterly fascinated with the concept of ninjas and over the next few months became obsessed, asking his dad nearly every day about them, even to the point of finally wearying him of storytelling. But still Kinzoku searched for more. He had also taken to playing Ninja, forsaking his old games and playing with make-shift swords and kunai (usually in the form of branches and sticks). His mother didn’t particularly care for the violence associated with his newfound obsession but knew it made her husband happy, and more importantly that Kinzoku himself enjoyed it.
After a year had gone by and his obsession had not faded it became clearer and clearer to his father that Kinzoku might really take to the path of a shinobi, that it might not just be a phase. His parents began to discuss it late at night, getting into fights over the implications of such a dangerous pursuit. His mother thought he was too young to even know what he wanted but his father argued that the academy started at around that age and that he could always drop out If he didn’t want too. More then anything Mr. Tanaka began to have the hope that his son would achieve something truly amazing in his lifetime and do something that he loved, something that was honorable. Eventually his father succeeded in convincing his mother, who was heartbroken but understood in the end that it might be best for her child. The next year Kinzoku started at the academy. He was driven but socially inept, and had a lot of trouble making friends. Being a well-brought up child Kinzoku was nice to all the other children, but he missed the comfort of his home and his mother, even his father. Kinzoku’s first year was a hard adjustment but it was a struggle he didn’t back down from, he wanted the respect he’d seen in his fathers eyes that day with the red-haired shinobi…and he wanted to be a hero. His lofty dreams however, were soon met with even more difficulty. In second year he began to have trouble with jutsu’s, he took nearly twice as long as some of his classmates to get even simple ninjutsu or genjutsu. He was picked on by the other kids a lot, not only for his lack of skill but for his fathers occupation. Kinzoku was smaller then most of the kids too and towards the end of the year began to get pushed around a bit. He’d never tell his father about it though, because despite his bad grades and difficulties with nin and genjutsu, his father always spoke so proudly about him and his school. “He’s just starting out,” he’d say, “He’ll get the hang of it.”. Kinzoku hoped his father was right. His mother worried about him constantly and though he still maintained a good relationship with her it lacked the closeness it had once had. It seemed to her as if her son had grown up already, had already lost his need for her. She held it in though, wanting what was best for her baby.
In third year Kinzoku began to shoot up, and by the end of it was the tallest student in his grade. Determined to make it, he worked harder and harder, spending all of his time training himself physically and with his chakra. With the introduction of more specialized training, Kinzoku began to excel at taijutsu and was one of the best students in his class. He still had real trouble with the other areas but his marks improved greatly from his increased efforts and his aptitude for hand to hand combat. His father’s pride for his son only grew. Kinzoku didn’t graduate with flying colors but he easily made it to the rank of Genin, and by that time…with his increased size and combat skills, the kids had stopped messing with him. Kinzoku still had never had any goods friends although he’d made a few acquaintances and was slowly but surely developing socially as a result of his environment.
As a Genin Kinzoku was thrust into a team and for the first time in his life he was truly forced to become close with people. He had two female team-mates, making his job even more difficult…he’d barely even ever talked to girls before. Hanako was a proud and haughty youn Hyuuga and Rei was a cheerful and exuberant member of the Inuzuka clan. Both of the girls had far too high-strung and high-emotion personalities for a young and previously reclusive Kinzoku to handle, hell, they were even a little too much for their Jonin to handle. The two were constantly bickering, and at the beginning hardly even payed any attention to their male companion. Their training together was tough, and soon the girls had no time for their petty squabbles, and Kinzoku had no time to be shy or invisible.
After one day of exceptionally intense training, the trio grabbed lunch together, sweating and panting like crazy. The girls had begun to talk and become friends, gossiping over boys and crushes. Kinzoku however had always still felt a little left out, sure, they’d talk to him but mostly it felt forced and the rest of the time it was out of pure necessity. Things, however, took a turn for the better on that scorching afternoon. The three of them went for some sushi at a nearby restaurant. At first the girls chattered amongst themselves and Kinzoku simply sat, looking bored and playing idly with the tacky checkered tablecloth that adorned their table. But then he heard his name amidst their giggles and whispers and his eyebrows shot up, his gaze flickering in their direction for a split second to notice them staring at him and then back to the table-cloth. For some reason his heart was beating extremely fast. “Hanaka wants to know,” Rei giggled, “If you have a girlfriennnd” she stretched out the word adding an element of teasing that frightened poor Kinzoku even more. He was NOT equipped to deal with this. As he mumbled, blushing from head to toe, that he hadn’t ever had one the girls first reacted with utter shock. Kinzoku, feeling suddenly as though he had failed at something that was gravely important, felt his heart sink immediately. The must’ve noticed his expression because they began grinning knowingly to each-other. “Kinzoku!” they chimed together, “We’ll set you up on a date!”.
The trio slowly grew to become friends, the girls came to really care for their shy and awkward companion and began teaching how to be more social, starting of course, with their promise to set him up. It didn’t work the firs time, or the second time….or, even more unfortunately, the third. Though he was a nice and polite guy, Kinzoku was far from perceptive and his absent-minded behavior often landed him in big trouble with his dates. To them it was like a fun little project…like painting their little brothers toe-nails, or dressing him up. To Kinzoku it was a cross between a nightmare and one of the most helpful tutorials he had ever received. By the end of their time together he had made two friends he’d never forget and had become much more comfortable in his own skin, though he never managed to get that girl…not that that fact upset him, the prospect of maintaining a relationship seemed as frightening as the feat of achieving one in the first place.
During his genin years however, Kinzoku was working on much more then just increasing his sociability. He had learned from talk amongst the genins that the man he and his father had met was a veteran shinobi, a hero hailing from the very top hierarchy of the famous Akimichi clan. He was told a great deal of stories bye whomever he talked to, that the great bronze-beared Akimichi had laid waste to hundreds of Konohas enemies. It was an inspiration to him, and he told his father this. His father would smile and chuckle and tell him that maybe, just maybe, if he worked hard enough…one day they’d be telling stories about him! And that, was exactly what Kinzoku began to dream of. He wanted to be famous, he wanted them to whisper his name in hushed whispers as he passed. He wanted glory. He wanted power. With these things as his goals, Kinzoku trained even harder then before, his mind set on one day reaching the level of fame and power of the shinobi he had met that day with his father, the day that had changed his life.
Daigo was the name of Kinzoku’s Jonin instructor. He was an older man, though by his physique it would be impossible to tell. All that gave him away were the wispy white locks of his hair. Daigo noticed the change in Kinzoku, he noticed his passion, his zeal for self-improvement. He saw potential. The two girls were good shinobi, perhaps even better then he, but he had the drive. In their missions he would volunteer to do absolutely anything, he would go the extra mile no matter what and he was ALWAYS training. Daigo knew that the two girls had big families and a clan to fall back on, but Kinzoku had nothing, and he fought with everything he had, he put it all on the line every single time. Daigo… had found his newest pupil. He began having extra sessions with Kinzoku after school, who readily accepted anything Daigo was willing to teach. Daigo was a taijutsu user as Kinzoku, and he began to instruct him in the stylings of haretsu-taijutsu. A keen pupil, Kinzoku absorbed everything he was taught and practiced incessentantly when he wasn’t being dragged around by Rei and Hanaka.
With his newfound strength in haretsu-taijutsu, Kinzoku passed the Chunin exams. It was a moment of great celebration and triumph for both him and his family. His father, who was now getting up in his years, had retired and spent most of his time at home, drinking. Mr. Tanaka was also occasionally found wandering the marketplace, browsing the stores or talking idly with old people he used to know from his route. His mother had set up a clothing store in town to occupy herself, it was hard for her having a son who spent so much time dedicated to training. She would still cling to and feed and dote upon her beloved Kinzoku every time she got the chance, but she missed him terribly. Despite the changes in his family, all of them rejoiced together at the news of this monumental achievement for him. It was, however, on this very same night ..... (more to be added)
Mental Analysis:
File Photo:
Height: 6”2
Weight: 195
Eyes: hazel
Hair: dark brown
Distinguishing Features:
Attire:
Chakra Nature: Earth
Jutsu List:
(These will be custom jutsu, if I’m allowed to finish them after this profile is accepted I will do so, if I must do them first I will do that).
-a decent supply of kunai and shurikens.
General Information File
[/size]Name: Tanaka, Kinzoku
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Ninja Rank: Jonin
Ninja Position:
Country: Hi no Kuni : Land of Fire
Hidden Village: Konohagakure no Sato
Registration #: 738 912
Date of Birth: March 5th
Relatives:
Cell Roster: none
Missions:
S-Rank: 3
A-Rank: 64
B-Rank: 43
C-Rank: 80
D-Rank:52
Background:
Kinzoku was not born into the lifestyle of a typical ninja-candidate, his father was a humble garbage-man and his mother a housewife. Neither of his parents knew a kunai from a fork and had never even dreamed of becoming shinobi. Kinzoku was the only child of his household, his parents having only found each-other late in life, and he was spoiled rotten as a child. His family was obviously not wealthy, but what little money they had to spare they would spend on their treasured son. Both of Kinzoku’s parents always loved him deeply, though they both showed it in different ways. Kinzoku’s mother often enjoyed showing her love through her cooking, never letting him go hungry for more then a second. She would also spend hours upon hours playing with him and throughout his childhood he was very coddled and attached to his mother. Kinzoku’s father on the other hand was a gruff and calloused fellow who spent little time with the boy; but if there was one thing that could be said about Mr. Tanaka, it was that he was a proud father. Though he wasn’t much of a talker and was a very typically emotionally-suppressed alpha male, one could see the light in his eyes as he watched his son. Mr. Tanaka had high ambitions for his only child, he did not wish for him to become a blue-collar worker like himself…he wanted his son to dream big, and to live a life of fulfillment. He often chided his wife on how she spoiled the boy but let it slip in the early years, it was his future that concerned his father.
Kinzoku never really made any friends in his neighborhood as a young boy, spending most of his time at home indoors with his mother. His father began to speak frequently and sometimes even irately about the level of seclusion his mother was imposing upon him, as well as what he called, “a boy’s need to get some muck on im’ and scrape his knees”. It was soon after his father became more vocal that his parents began talks of getting him involved in the community and exposing him to the world outside the four walls of their little house. Mr. Tanaka began taking his son on his rounds with him, forcing him to get out of the house and allow his young and imaginative eyes to take in the vibrant and bustling culture of Kohona. Kinzoku knew to be well behaved and quiet around his father, whose stern manner and even sterner words brooked no misbehavior. He only took in the sights around him with the ravenous glee and appetite for discovery that could only belong to a boy his age. Kinzoku would always arrive back home filled with a million stories to tell his mother and practically bursting with excitement, and his father would always give a small and crooked smile as he watched his boy relate the days events before wordlessly retiring for a drink. For a time it continued like this and despite Kinzoku still being without any friends his father was happy with the boys development, and the boy was happy too.
There was a house that Kinzoku and his father visited every morning that was shabby and tarnished like an old forgotten relic, with peeling black paint and crooked windows. Kinzoku was terribly frightened of the place, but his dad, usually so inanimate and quiet, always perked up at the site of it. He would tell his son constantly the tale of how he had once been invited inside, and how its resident was a man to be respected and honored. Kinzoku said nothing to his fathers stories, he could not imagine anything less terrifying than a witch or a werewolf residing in such a dark and gloomy place. He would soon learn, however, of the real and nearly as fascinating story, of the man who lived in the old black house. One day as they were making their morning pickup they heard a loud crash inside the house. Mr. Tanaka’s face immediately turned cold and he told his son to stay back. The two stood there in silence, the air so thick with tension that every fly or footstep nearby set their hairs on end. And then, after what seemed like forever, Mr. Tanaka took a tentative step forward…and at the same time the door burst open and out stepped the first shinobi Kinzoku would ever lay eyes on. The man’s fiery red hair and enormous beard as well as his large stature and rather impressive girth shocked and terrified the boy, who hid behind his father immediately. The man chuckled throatily as he produced a large barge of garbage in his chubby fist, holding it up for Mr. Tanaka to see, “I almost missed yah,” his low baritone boomed at them, “I damn well stubbed my toe trying to get to you...I hope you have room for an extra one”. Mr. Tanaka bowed, “It is not a problem Akimichi-san, I can take it for you”. He retrieved the bag from the portly shinobi and with another nod and bow, led a gawking Kinzoku off to continue their route.
When his shock and fright began to dissipate Kinzoku’s curiosity got the best of him and he began to question his father about the man. His father would grin as his son would ask him about the shinobi, for he was a man who dutifully respected the services of Konoha’s ninjas and admired and honored their practices. He told Kinzoku in detail about the shinobi, about the Akimichi clan and what he’d learned when he had had the chance to talk with the red-haired man. Kinzoku was utterly fascinated with the concept of ninjas and over the next few months became obsessed, asking his dad nearly every day about them, even to the point of finally wearying him of storytelling. But still Kinzoku searched for more. He had also taken to playing Ninja, forsaking his old games and playing with make-shift swords and kunai (usually in the form of branches and sticks). His mother didn’t particularly care for the violence associated with his newfound obsession but knew it made her husband happy, and more importantly that Kinzoku himself enjoyed it.
After a year had gone by and his obsession had not faded it became clearer and clearer to his father that Kinzoku might really take to the path of a shinobi, that it might not just be a phase. His parents began to discuss it late at night, getting into fights over the implications of such a dangerous pursuit. His mother thought he was too young to even know what he wanted but his father argued that the academy started at around that age and that he could always drop out If he didn’t want too. More then anything Mr. Tanaka began to have the hope that his son would achieve something truly amazing in his lifetime and do something that he loved, something that was honorable. Eventually his father succeeded in convincing his mother, who was heartbroken but understood in the end that it might be best for her child. The next year Kinzoku started at the academy. He was driven but socially inept, and had a lot of trouble making friends. Being a well-brought up child Kinzoku was nice to all the other children, but he missed the comfort of his home and his mother, even his father. Kinzoku’s first year was a hard adjustment but it was a struggle he didn’t back down from, he wanted the respect he’d seen in his fathers eyes that day with the red-haired shinobi…and he wanted to be a hero. His lofty dreams however, were soon met with even more difficulty. In second year he began to have trouble with jutsu’s, he took nearly twice as long as some of his classmates to get even simple ninjutsu or genjutsu. He was picked on by the other kids a lot, not only for his lack of skill but for his fathers occupation. Kinzoku was smaller then most of the kids too and towards the end of the year began to get pushed around a bit. He’d never tell his father about it though, because despite his bad grades and difficulties with nin and genjutsu, his father always spoke so proudly about him and his school. “He’s just starting out,” he’d say, “He’ll get the hang of it.”. Kinzoku hoped his father was right. His mother worried about him constantly and though he still maintained a good relationship with her it lacked the closeness it had once had. It seemed to her as if her son had grown up already, had already lost his need for her. She held it in though, wanting what was best for her baby.
In third year Kinzoku began to shoot up, and by the end of it was the tallest student in his grade. Determined to make it, he worked harder and harder, spending all of his time training himself physically and with his chakra. With the introduction of more specialized training, Kinzoku began to excel at taijutsu and was one of the best students in his class. He still had real trouble with the other areas but his marks improved greatly from his increased efforts and his aptitude for hand to hand combat. His father’s pride for his son only grew. Kinzoku didn’t graduate with flying colors but he easily made it to the rank of Genin, and by that time…with his increased size and combat skills, the kids had stopped messing with him. Kinzoku still had never had any goods friends although he’d made a few acquaintances and was slowly but surely developing socially as a result of his environment.
As a Genin Kinzoku was thrust into a team and for the first time in his life he was truly forced to become close with people. He had two female team-mates, making his job even more difficult…he’d barely even ever talked to girls before. Hanako was a proud and haughty youn Hyuuga and Rei was a cheerful and exuberant member of the Inuzuka clan. Both of the girls had far too high-strung and high-emotion personalities for a young and previously reclusive Kinzoku to handle, hell, they were even a little too much for their Jonin to handle. The two were constantly bickering, and at the beginning hardly even payed any attention to their male companion. Their training together was tough, and soon the girls had no time for their petty squabbles, and Kinzoku had no time to be shy or invisible.
After one day of exceptionally intense training, the trio grabbed lunch together, sweating and panting like crazy. The girls had begun to talk and become friends, gossiping over boys and crushes. Kinzoku however had always still felt a little left out, sure, they’d talk to him but mostly it felt forced and the rest of the time it was out of pure necessity. Things, however, took a turn for the better on that scorching afternoon. The three of them went for some sushi at a nearby restaurant. At first the girls chattered amongst themselves and Kinzoku simply sat, looking bored and playing idly with the tacky checkered tablecloth that adorned their table. But then he heard his name amidst their giggles and whispers and his eyebrows shot up, his gaze flickering in their direction for a split second to notice them staring at him and then back to the table-cloth. For some reason his heart was beating extremely fast. “Hanaka wants to know,” Rei giggled, “If you have a girlfriennnd” she stretched out the word adding an element of teasing that frightened poor Kinzoku even more. He was NOT equipped to deal with this. As he mumbled, blushing from head to toe, that he hadn’t ever had one the girls first reacted with utter shock. Kinzoku, feeling suddenly as though he had failed at something that was gravely important, felt his heart sink immediately. The must’ve noticed his expression because they began grinning knowingly to each-other. “Kinzoku!” they chimed together, “We’ll set you up on a date!”.
The trio slowly grew to become friends, the girls came to really care for their shy and awkward companion and began teaching how to be more social, starting of course, with their promise to set him up. It didn’t work the firs time, or the second time….or, even more unfortunately, the third. Though he was a nice and polite guy, Kinzoku was far from perceptive and his absent-minded behavior often landed him in big trouble with his dates. To them it was like a fun little project…like painting their little brothers toe-nails, or dressing him up. To Kinzoku it was a cross between a nightmare and one of the most helpful tutorials he had ever received. By the end of their time together he had made two friends he’d never forget and had become much more comfortable in his own skin, though he never managed to get that girl…not that that fact upset him, the prospect of maintaining a relationship seemed as frightening as the feat of achieving one in the first place.
During his genin years however, Kinzoku was working on much more then just increasing his sociability. He had learned from talk amongst the genins that the man he and his father had met was a veteran shinobi, a hero hailing from the very top hierarchy of the famous Akimichi clan. He was told a great deal of stories bye whomever he talked to, that the great bronze-beared Akimichi had laid waste to hundreds of Konohas enemies. It was an inspiration to him, and he told his father this. His father would smile and chuckle and tell him that maybe, just maybe, if he worked hard enough…one day they’d be telling stories about him! And that, was exactly what Kinzoku began to dream of. He wanted to be famous, he wanted them to whisper his name in hushed whispers as he passed. He wanted glory. He wanted power. With these things as his goals, Kinzoku trained even harder then before, his mind set on one day reaching the level of fame and power of the shinobi he had met that day with his father, the day that had changed his life.
Daigo was the name of Kinzoku’s Jonin instructor. He was an older man, though by his physique it would be impossible to tell. All that gave him away were the wispy white locks of his hair. Daigo noticed the change in Kinzoku, he noticed his passion, his zeal for self-improvement. He saw potential. The two girls were good shinobi, perhaps even better then he, but he had the drive. In their missions he would volunteer to do absolutely anything, he would go the extra mile no matter what and he was ALWAYS training. Daigo knew that the two girls had big families and a clan to fall back on, but Kinzoku had nothing, and he fought with everything he had, he put it all on the line every single time. Daigo… had found his newest pupil. He began having extra sessions with Kinzoku after school, who readily accepted anything Daigo was willing to teach. Daigo was a taijutsu user as Kinzoku, and he began to instruct him in the stylings of haretsu-taijutsu. A keen pupil, Kinzoku absorbed everything he was taught and practiced incessentantly when he wasn’t being dragged around by Rei and Hanaka.
With his newfound strength in haretsu-taijutsu, Kinzoku passed the Chunin exams. It was a moment of great celebration and triumph for both him and his family. His father, who was now getting up in his years, had retired and spent most of his time at home, drinking. Mr. Tanaka was also occasionally found wandering the marketplace, browsing the stores or talking idly with old people he used to know from his route. His mother had set up a clothing store in town to occupy herself, it was hard for her having a son who spent so much time dedicated to training. She would still cling to and feed and dote upon her beloved Kinzoku every time she got the chance, but she missed him terribly. Despite the changes in his family, all of them rejoiced together at the news of this monumental achievement for him. It was, however, on this very same night ..... (more to be added)
Mental Evaluation File
Mental Analysis:
Physical Evaluation File
File Photo:
Height: 6”2
Weight: 195
Eyes: hazel
Hair: dark brown
Distinguishing Features:
Attire:
Chakra Nature: Earth
Jutsu List:
(These will be custom jutsu, if I’m allowed to finish them after this profile is accepted I will do so, if I must do them first I will do that).
Personal Inventory
-a decent supply of kunai and shurikens.