Haruka
Chuunin
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 |  Subject: Ichinomiya, Haruka  Mon Dec 25, 2017 3:58 pm | |
|  Basics! Ichinomiya, Haruka Age: 18 Birthdate: 12/21 Gender: Male Sexuality: Homosexual Clan: Ichinomiya Rank: Chunnin Village: Wanderer Element(s): Water || Wind Specialties: Ninjutsu || Bukijutsu Special Characteristics: - Perfect Obedience:
Name: Perfect Obedience
Type: Passive Negative
Details: While some people are perfectly and completely obedient to the commands and whims of everyone of a superior rank, people with Perfect Obedience are completely and totally fixated on obeying a singular person. This trait is similar in nature to Stockholm Syndrome, however it can be brought on at any time, not just in cases of imprisonment and emotional distress. Those with this characteristic are fixated on the singular person that they recognize as their superior, and will do anything, up to and including risking suicidally dangerous actions, to obey them. This obedience must be 'triggered' via IC interaction (1500 words minimum) between the user and the target of their fixation.
- Albinism:
Name:Albinism
Type: Hereditary || Passive Negative
Description: Born with a lack of pigment in the eyes, hair, and skin; those with albinism are extremely pale, with hair that is universally gray, white, or outright translucent, and either extremely pale blue, purple, or deeply red eyes. This lack of pigmentation in the skin and eyes makes them extremely susceptible to sunlight, and by extension any jutsu that uses bright lights as a source/effect. Jutsu of this type deal +1 rank in damage, OR in the case of stuns or effects, the duration of effect is increased by 1 post for each rank at or above the target [a D-rank ninja with albinism is hit with a C-rank light-based stunning jutsu. The duration of effect of the stun is increased by 2 posts [D-C is treated as two ranks in this case, therefore 2 posts]].
Appearance! Height: 5'7 Weight: 125lbs Hair Color: Silver-gray Eye Color: Red General Description: Haruka favors older style of dress; one of the few to still wear traditional yakuta and robes versus the more common pants and suits of the common era. This suits him well, as his typical undercover persona has him playing the part of a geisha; both male or female, depending on the situation; and his familiarity with the rules and rituals of the style make his coverable that much more believable. His short, slightly wavy, hair is a light, silver-gray (almost white), while his large eyes are red. He has a pale complexion due to him being an albino. Despite being an adult, his soft features make him seem more like a young boy than a man; and have been described as being outright feminine when in the right situations. About You! Personality: As a person his ability and appearance have affected his way of living from the time he was very young. It ostracized him from other people, thus making him uncomfortable around large crowds. He can lack confidence and be self-concious at times. When he was a child, he spent most of his time around youkai, (his abilities to see them allowing him to do so) and considers himself good at making friends with them. Because he was with the youkai for the majority of his childhood, he never really stayed around humans and has not really developed good people skills. Despite this, he is a very good manipulator, able to fool others into doing what he wants. He is highly intelligent and extremely sneaky. When interacting with others though, he will adopt a more serious and business-like nature. Either they are contacting him to deal with an issue as an exorcist, his editor is urging him to finish his latest manuscript, or he is trying to sell something to someone. He has been described as a 'tactician' by others due to how he organizes his plans, thinks ahead and how he manipulats a situation to one that suits him. History: Never knowing the warmth or safety of a family; Haruka's earliest memories are of a cold, dank room shared with far too many other infants and toddlers. No cribs, merely piles of wet and molded blankets on a dirty, splinter ridden wooden floor. No heat, barely any light, the smell of feces and urine strong on the air. No food, no water. Nothing but misery and sickness. The orphanage was not a place of comfort and safety; and his childhood reflected that. Initially tossed in with the babes of the center; he was quickly moved in with his 'agemates' once it was discovered that he was not, as it seemed, a toddler; but a functional child of some years more than he appeared. It was guessed, by the number and condition of his teeth, that he was some six or seven years old when he was found; but the child had no memories of a time before the first night at the orphanage. Nothing but darkness and pain; a pain so strong that it blocked any attempt to remember a life before. A pain that was only marginally stronger than the torment he suffered during his years at that place; that 'bastion of safety' for the local homeless scoundrels and miscreants left behind by death or abandonment. Haruka's unusual features marked him from moment one. He was tiny, far smaller than any of his agemates; and his very apparent deformity was the final nail in the coffin. Albinism, the 'deformity' whereas the body is born with a lack of pigments in the skin and eyes which leaves the afflicted extraordinarily pale and a ghostly white color; eyes red or purple, depending on the type of albinism; and a strong dislike of bright sunlight, or light in general. Haruka was the first case of the deformity they had ever seen, and as such was given no special treatment or care; the 'providers' had no idea what to do, so they left him to fend for himself. So what if he went blind, or his skin bubbled and boiled from the harsh light of the high plains. so long as the boy drew breath, they could milk money from the state for his care. That was all that mattered to the adults that ran the place. Teasing be damned; the boy was outright tortured by his peers. Name calling and verbal assaults where the good days; most of the time he was running form physical attacks and threats of everything from bodily harm to outright rape, in the case of the teens and elders that knew what such a thing was. Safety was found in the forest and darkness of the dangerous outlying areas; the children where given free reign of a certain area of the local lands to keep them out of the nearby town and away from the good people that had jobs and lives and a chance to live a normal life. This was a place where only death and anger lived; most of these kids would be sold as slaves to the local mines, or bought by sex slavers that passed through a few times a year. No one was ever adopted; not really. There was no happiness to be found here. Until, a happenstance. A haunting, verifiable and real; the call made to an 'expert' to cleanse it. A sharp eye and a sharper mind; someone that would recognize the only talent the little albino child had. Everyone else thought the boy mad; he sat in the darkness and talked to himself they would say; but this outsider saw what they could not. Youkai, spirit beasts, beings of another existence; they surrounded the boy and offered what comfort and protection they could to the only creature around they gave them friendship and love. The man saw this and knew he needed to take the boy from this place; to be so attuned to the spiritual at such a young age with no help or training? A rare gift; one wasted by the path to the darkness of the underground or the death by rape this child faced otherwise. So, the rarity of an adoption; the man took the boy before the boy could protest; loading him into his cart and giving him the chance to enjoy a good sleep; one aided by a rather rare little herb that induced a deep, dreamless sleep; before introducing the child to his new life. The man's name was Kantarou. The Boy, Haruka. Kantarou was an exorcist; a monk in a previous life; a person that went about cleansing the world of demons and evil possessions. He was also a scholar of sorts; a folklorist and student of knowledge. Something that Haruka took too with a voracious appetite. Karuka went from unable to even read to fully literate within a year; and inhaled the teachings and tutoring of the elder as fast as he safely could. Kantarou was a strict, somewhat cold man; but compared to the abuse of the orphanage; he was a beacon of warmth in a dark, icy world. Haruka grew fond of his master; but his master had.... other plans. Kantarou trained Haruka enough to allow him introduction into his clan; but from that point he abandoned the boy. He knew the only way the boy would grow and thrive was on his own; and while he never bothered to try to explain that to him; Kantarou did what he believed was best. He gifted the boy with his Shakujo; the mark of his graduation to acolyte within the clan; and left under cover of night. Haruka was left with nothing but his staff, some minimal camping equipment; and roughly a month's salary; additionally instructions to his first job. That was that; Kantarou was gone and Haruka would never see him again. He had to work now to earn his keep; and he understood that well enough to waste no time. Life would be hard, but this was infinitely better than what he was almost destined to do. RP Sample: - Spoiler:
Ah, desert stars; one of the few true pleasures of life. The desert heat was his mortal enemy, the strong sun nearly a poison to his albino skin, but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate the wonders and majesty of the dunes. The cool nights where his world, the gentle moonlight providing a light that didn't burn his eyes, yet illuminated everything around him. The half-full sphere wasn't the brightest it could be, but it was enough to let him see clearly enough to move around the little oasis he was camped at. There was a small pond, plenty of soft grasses, fruit on the trees, and an outcropping of rock that provided solid shade and a waterproof ceiling for his little tent. It was a good place to wait out the scorching days in. He was in no rush to move along; the city was maybe a solid day's ride west, and if he timed it right he could make that before the sun reached it's zenith the next day. No, he was going to camp out one more day, his lack of motivation and that sense of 'make sure the camel is well rested' his justification for dallying. This little paradise among the dunes was nice, it was peaceful and quiet and the exact sort of place he liked to be; outside of the raging hot days and sun that burned so hard that it lit his skin on fire even through layer upon layer of cotton, linen, and silk wrappings. Oh well.
Beyond just his travels, he had a secondary reason for stopping at this place; in fact it was marked as both a resting place and point of interest on his itinerary. Rumor and legend abound of spirits and monsters haunting this little spot of green among the golden sands, and while he hated to work, his interest was peaked; and one his interested was caught, he was more than willing to spend some time and energy investigating. Who knows, he could even find some inspiration for a new novel, or something new to add to his 'clan's' library, which would mean more money and his pocket, and he was always very okay with that idea.
Haruka had been camped out for nearly three days by this point; his little tent safely tucked away as far back under the outcropping of rock as possible to secure the most protection from the sun and heat; with the deep shade and the gentle desert breeze washing over the cold spring water, it gave a cooling effect that made the mid-day heat tolerable for him, and he didn't really have to worry about his mount, as the beast was perfectly at home in a place like this and needed little tending beyond moving him to another grazing spot every half a day or so. His sleep schedule had been all but inverted from normal, he was sleeping from mid-morning until nearly dusk, trying to escape as much of the heat and harsh sun as possible, and using the light of the moon, stars, and a few strategically placed torches to move around during the wonderfully cool night air. Even then, he was well wrapped by layer upon layer of thick cloth, cut to the style of the natives to act as a sand shield and protection from the shining lights. Even the light of a bright fire stung his pale skin, it was the curse of being an albino really; too much heat and light was extremely dangerous to his health; so being in the desert as he was caused him significant pain and trouble. It was worth it, in the end, or so he hoped.
His days of resting had replenished some of his strength, at least; seven days travel in the remorseless sun had nearly drained him dry; now he was able to get to the reason why he was here in the first place. This place was considered to be sacred, or haunted, depending on the belief system of the source, and it was his job to flush out the possession and get rid of it. Really, he'd only do that if the spirits inhabiting this place where evil, otherwise he'd either cleanse them so they could move on, or leave them alone, if they where native to the area and not a threat. He was hoping for the later, as the former where both fairly bad situations. Evil possessions where annoying, not to mention dangerous, and possession by spirits unable to move on meant that a great sadness or evil had befallen this place long ago, and that was never something he enjoyed finding out about.
While he had seen or heard anything yet, that didn't mean that there was nothing here. He could 'feel', in a way, that something was in the area, but it was very weak, or rather, his senses where too weak to adequately pick up on it. This was fairly common for novice exorcists, they had to still hone and grow their sensory abilities, and he was no exception. It was a simple matter to do, thankfully, it just required time and dedication; the former of which he had plenty of, the later he did not, normally. At the moment however, he had plenty of both, so he would spend some time training, and maybe flush out what exactly was floating around this little paradise.
Haruka sat at the edge of the water, comfortable in the soft grasses and gentle night breeze. The tiny waves of the little pond lapped at his feet, missing him by several inches, but washing them with a thin misty spray that would eventually leave his skin damp if he sat long enough. He was positioned in what many would call a 'lotus' position; his feet where crossed in his lap and his hands where formed into fists which met each other at the level of his navel. This form was meant to create a circular pathway within the body through which the mediator would channel their energy and consciousness; allowing them to gain a better control over the ebb and flow of both, and therefore expanding their senses and mental abilities beyond their own body and fine tuning their connection to the world around them. His mind was cleared, controlled breathing gave a cadence and pace to focus on while he sought to bring forth the energy from within his own body. Around his body a thin, almost shimmering aura would begin to appear as his chakra and life energy, or Ki, began to move and pulse around him. His conscious mind was focused on his breathing and only his breathing, allowing his subconscious to expand upward and outward from the cage of his mind until he was connecting to world around him. His hearing seemed to intensify, the gentle brush of the waves against grass and sand was now crashing torrents, the gentle breeze a raging sandstorm. From within the trees and shadows, tiny voices, the sounds of the spirits around him, began to echo and whistle and moan and groan and speak and laugh and a million other sounds that only he could hear.
Just because he could hear them now didn't mean much, however. He'd need to hold this meditative trance for several minutes, if not hours, to essentially 'set' this new level of spiritual awareness. If he was to break the meditative state now, he would lose it entirely, and would have to start over to achieve it once more. He stayed like this for several hours, with each passing moment the sounds around him became clearer and more distinct. What started as a whirlwind and torrent of sound eventually refined into a perfect peace once more, much as it had been when he started, only now he was able to hear everything around him that had been beyond his ability. This was only part one of his training.
The second aspect of his training was a hair more dangerous, but only in the sense of, if he did this wrong, he risked going blind, or damaging his already sensitive eyes further. He needed to expand his vision now, and to do that he needed to be able to see beyond what he could now. That involved staring. A lot of it. He would need to see without seeing until this unsight became sight one more. It was difficult to put into words, but a simple enough practice. He merely had to pick a spot and stare, unblinking, until he lost all sight and came back to vision. It was similar to enhancing his hearing, he merely allowed his eyes to relax and stare blankly until the world faded to soft colors, then to a deep grey, and finally into perfect blackness. In this void of darkness, he meditated and waited, until the process seemed to reverse itself; at first the pitch softened to a deep grey-blue, then became a wall of shadows, colors began to wash over it, and finally clarity returned over the course of many hours. When he finally did blink, his eyes could see the dozens of small spirits and creatures that inhabited the world around him; small animal spirits that where obvious nature beings that had existed in the oasis as long as it had existed itself. As he turned and looked around, he saw not a single being that was out of place, and that actually made him a little happy.
Shifting his body, he relaxed out of the lotus position, taking long moments to stretch and flex his body before moving to his feet. He was satisfied by what he saw, and he would leave the beings as they where. He would however work up some basic cleansing tags to leave around, make it look like he'd done something. All they would do would keep evil and malevolent spirits from infiltrating this area, so it wasn't like he was entirely lying about what he'd done. Good enough to still get paid, when he got to the main village.
Glancing up at the sky, he checked the position of the falling moon, and gauged that he'd spent roughly 5 hours meditating that night; which meant that it would be dawn fairly soon. The oasis itself was in a small bowl between two large dunes, so he couldn't really see the horizon, his guess of the time was just that, a best possible guess given his knowledge of the stars and such.
It was time to get ready for the day then. He'd get the fire hot again, and get started on some breakfast. He didn't need to stay here any longer, really; but he didn't want to leave until he'd eaten something, and had a chance to pack up and clean up his camp.
Faceclaim: Kantarou Ichinomiya - Tactics
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