Post by Asano Kaiji on Oct 31, 2019 1:12:13 GMT -5
Name: Asano Kaiji
Age: 15 Years Old
Village: Kumogakure
Rank/Title: Genin
Clan: Kaiji
Element: Water (Suiton) & Lightning (Raiton), Storm Release
Skills: Ninjutsu Novice, Bukijutsu Novice
Appearance: Asano Kaiji's build isn't much more than average, he's lean and fit, appropriate for a ninja of his level, Asano is 5 feet, 8 inches tall. Asano has notably smooth dark ashen skin, only possessing one scar, a small burn wound on the bottom left of his neck. His casual outfit composes of a black long-sleeved undershirt, a tool belt loaded with shuriken, baggy green pants and sandals with black tabi. Asano has black hair with a pony-tail where his head meets his neck, his hair is always worn over his right, orchid eye.
PGP/Sexuality: Bi, Male.
About You: Asano is a vivacious, but self-destructive ninja. As a member of the prestigious Kaiji clan, and cousin to a prodigy, he puts himself to exceedingly high standards, only to disappoint himself through not meeting them. This is one of his most prominent traits, even if he tries to hide it. Even though he has quite a few weaknesses that sprawl from his unwillingness to see his worth, his high standards have brought him to amazing heights through effort and perseverance. Heights such as mastering Water Style and Lightning Style at an early age, as well as finding his own foothold within the practice of Bukijutsu, being especially well versed in the use of Shuriken and Kunai.
Asano very visibly suffers from his negative perception of his status as a ninja, manifesting mostly in him downplaying his value and his skill, or lashing out with traits that may be confused as rebelliousness. Although he only exhibits these traits out of stress, and more often then not does a good job in keeping his feelings bottled. To unwind, Asano visits a waterfall a ways away from his home village, here he refines his Shuriken skills, as well as further experiments with his Water Style. Now, despite his underlying issues, Asano is incredibly friendly; he goes out of his way to entertain his friends and comrades and is sure to greet everyone with a smile. However, enemies of his do not receive the same treatment. In combat, Asano is focused, occasionally blind to everything else but his target, and unless they appeal themselves to him, he's not likely to show any mercy. Though amongst his enemies and amongst his friends, one trait he spares neither from is his incredible ability to hold a grudge. An small inconvenience you may have caused him weeks, perhaps months or even years ago might not be forgotten. Although, if you're on friendly terms with him, he's unlikely to let you know that.
The ninja has one trait that he recognizes as his best trait, he is persistent. This small trait has allowed him to develop his unique Shuriken techniques, as well as driven him to understand and be able to use Storm Release, though, at the cost of slipping up in his other studies, and in consequence, failing a year at the academy. Though that is where this strength shows weakness, he's persistent, but he has tunnel vision in his persistence, if he sees an action that must be done, he won't consider any other option. For example, when he practiced his Shuriken technique, he refused to do any other study, no Taijutsu, no Genjutsu, his general lack of proper, well-rounded technique lead to him having to take another year at the academy just to play catch-up. Throughout all of his life, his persistence has never let off of the idea of being the best that he could be, he often compares himself relative to the Raikage, how strong is he to the Raikage, how fast is he, how does his technique hold up? Though, just as often, he compares himself to his prodigy cousin, Chiasa Kaiji. However, where he compares himself to the Raikage out of admiration, he compares his skills to his little cousin's only out of spite.
While it's not a trait he really displays, Asano is fairly patriotic. While he won't necessarily look down on others for being born to different villages, he secretly "knows" that Kumogakure is the best village of the five. However, this mindset does bubble to the surface when put to someone of similar, but more vocal, thoughts. If his village is disparaged, he won't spare the instigator any harsh words. Although, he never goes beyond just a bit of insulting. But, on the contrary, a trait Asano shows vibrantly is that he loves displaying his unique talents. Most often, this is simply showing his ability to use Storm Release, as it is arguably his most interesting feat. However, he might display just about anything, from him being able to whistle dozens of folk songs, to him being able to write and draw with his left hand nearly as good as his right. As long as he's proud of it, he'll revel in displaying it.
Asano's goals are fairly simple, if difficult. He wishes to become the head of the Kaiji clan, mastering Storm Release and pushing the Kekkai Genkai to its limits. A part of this goal is to master all five basic nature transformations, as he views that as a sign of being worthy to lead his clan. However, Asano falls victim to his defeatism when discussing his ideas of the future. Often, he'll relegate the idea to nothing more than a silly daydream, like shooting for the moon. But, if he discusses this idea with someone without shutting it down soon after, it's indicative of a deep trust with that person. However, if he discusses this idea then quickly shuts it down, it's likely the last time that person will hear him talk about his goals.
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The whistle of the wind echoed around the circular grassland, an opening amongst a forest far, far away from Kumogakure. Asano found most of his solace in these remote locations, even if they were a great distance away from his village, it was something about them, the tranquility, the isolation, it helped him focus. Today was no different than other days, by now, he had made it a ritual, right at the end of the weekdays, he'd pack a bag full of food, books, and anything else important he could scrounge up. Today, he brought shuriken, finely sharpened with a glorious shine.
The shuriken laid prone before him, the well-made, if generic, pinwheel like look catching the orange light of the sunset quite well. Asano would take a deep breath, sitting down, folding one leg over another... He'd much rather just lay his legs out, letting them stretch, especially when he was just by himself. However, as "dumb" as it was, he was doing this on his own because he saw his peers practicing like this, meditating. Shape control, that was what he was here for, and that's what he saw others doing for it. Sit still, pinch your fingers together, and breathe. That's what they did, that's what he'll do, after all, he'd been practicing this for a long, long while now, and if he didn't get the hang of it sooner or later... Well, it'd be annoying, simply put.
With a slow, elegant movement, Asano would pick up the shuriken, inspecting it, looking deeply into it, as if there was more to see than just a metal disc. He'd put his hand on the other side, gripping the blade in such a way as to minimize the chance of nicking himself. The genin would close his eyes, resting his forehead on the broad side of the weapon, more than anything, he just wanted the shuriken to speak to him, tell him how to do this, overcome this trial, let him shelve the responsibility onto something else. It was frustrating enough, trying to understand everything, trying to meet his own expectations, but why of all things did this have to be such a task? He knows two nature transformations, by all reason he should be able to get this. In his frustration, he'd but narrowly hold himself back from trying to faceplant into the shuriken, realizing not a second too soon that it wasn't the best idea... Just another thing proving his stupidity. He'd nearly chuck the shuriken away, though, again, would catch himself. Besides, he'll be doing that anyways, just the throw he should do would be for practice, this one would just be for a hissy fit.
He'd stand up, brushing off the green blades of grass and splotches of brown dirt that were caught onto his pants, not like it was noticeable, though. He'd take a stance, left foot forward, right foot back; left hand to right shoulder, and right hand to the left side of his hip. His stance wasn't perfect, along with the natural tiredness of the day, he found himself wobbling, having to move his feet every once in awhile just to keep balance. Though, balance wasn't even a high priority at that time, he was here to practice something, and that was shape control.
The shuriken would begin to buzz, a hum of energy and hymns of lightning, it would slowly take shape. First, the shuriken became light blue, becoming white in the center. Second, this light began to expand outwards, becoming an aura to the disc. Lastly... It all fell apart.
A sudden explosion would ring in Asano's ears, a razor sharp slice of laser launching from the sides of the shuriken, ironically shaped perfectly to cut into Asano's face. It wouldn't take much more to throw him off balance, dropping the shuriken and barely keeping himself from land face first into a imposing stone sticking stagnantly from the ground. Granted, landing face first into the dirt was a minimal improvement. He'd rip himself from the ground, bringing a earth stained hand up to touch the side of his face, feeling a stinging pain, and the hard to mistake presence of a cut. Dribbles of blood would slowly gush down the side of his face, the thick fluid being incredibly uncomfortable, an awful accent to his cut... He supposed it was a good thing it was as low as it was, as it didn't pierce his eye, though, that was the only optimistic thing he could scavenge from this whole mess. He'd take a deep breath, bending down to pick the shuriken back up, dreadfully willing to make another attempt, up until he heard—
"Hey!" A sudden voice would echo from the circle of trees, hidden amongst the branches. The voice surprised Asano, but it wasn't enough to make him jolt... Though flinch, yes. Asano would look around, trying to find the source of the voice, until jumping from the canopy he saw—
"Chiasa?" Asano would ask in pseudo-bewilderment, a cocktail of emotions filling his reaction: surprise, suspicion, anger, disgust. Well, he felt a lot of things with the appearance of his cousin, "Sis? What are you doing here?" He'd blink, his surprise fading and all remaining being a smoldering sense of anger— offense, almost, what was she doing here? Did she track him down? What is this kid doing? Though suddenly, Chiasa would open her mouth, Asano, just realizing, that she had quite a bit of a pout, "Don't call me sis! We're cousins, it's demeaning!" She seemed quite frustrated, though, it wasn't an irrational response, Asano did call her that knowing what'd her reaction would be. She'd open her mouth again, replacing her pout with a muted smug expression, and her tone shifting to match, "Besides, you have no right to be condescending to me, at least I don't lie about 'ostrich watching' when I go out to practice." Asano would look a little struck, fumbling over himself as he tried to make a defense, "I uh— This— this place is on the way to where I need to be, it— it's relaxed job so I don't mind taking my time getting to it, you know?"
Chiasa would fold her hands over each other, resting her chin on them, "Riiiiiiggghhtt then, 'bro,' just a job, a few bajillion miles away from Kumogakure, riiiight..."
Age: 15 Years Old
Village: Kumogakure
Rank/Title: Genin
Clan: Kaiji
Element: Water (Suiton) & Lightning (Raiton), Storm Release
Skills: Ninjutsu Novice, Bukijutsu Novice
Appearance: Asano Kaiji's build isn't much more than average, he's lean and fit, appropriate for a ninja of his level, Asano is 5 feet, 8 inches tall. Asano has notably smooth dark ashen skin, only possessing one scar, a small burn wound on the bottom left of his neck. His casual outfit composes of a black long-sleeved undershirt, a tool belt loaded with shuriken, baggy green pants and sandals with black tabi. Asano has black hair with a pony-tail where his head meets his neck, his hair is always worn over his right, orchid eye.
PGP/Sexuality: Bi, Male.
About You: Asano is a vivacious, but self-destructive ninja. As a member of the prestigious Kaiji clan, and cousin to a prodigy, he puts himself to exceedingly high standards, only to disappoint himself through not meeting them. This is one of his most prominent traits, even if he tries to hide it. Even though he has quite a few weaknesses that sprawl from his unwillingness to see his worth, his high standards have brought him to amazing heights through effort and perseverance. Heights such as mastering Water Style and Lightning Style at an early age, as well as finding his own foothold within the practice of Bukijutsu, being especially well versed in the use of Shuriken and Kunai.
Asano very visibly suffers from his negative perception of his status as a ninja, manifesting mostly in him downplaying his value and his skill, or lashing out with traits that may be confused as rebelliousness. Although he only exhibits these traits out of stress, and more often then not does a good job in keeping his feelings bottled. To unwind, Asano visits a waterfall a ways away from his home village, here he refines his Shuriken skills, as well as further experiments with his Water Style. Now, despite his underlying issues, Asano is incredibly friendly; he goes out of his way to entertain his friends and comrades and is sure to greet everyone with a smile. However, enemies of his do not receive the same treatment. In combat, Asano is focused, occasionally blind to everything else but his target, and unless they appeal themselves to him, he's not likely to show any mercy. Though amongst his enemies and amongst his friends, one trait he spares neither from is his incredible ability to hold a grudge. An small inconvenience you may have caused him weeks, perhaps months or even years ago might not be forgotten. Although, if you're on friendly terms with him, he's unlikely to let you know that.
The ninja has one trait that he recognizes as his best trait, he is persistent. This small trait has allowed him to develop his unique Shuriken techniques, as well as driven him to understand and be able to use Storm Release, though, at the cost of slipping up in his other studies, and in consequence, failing a year at the academy. Though that is where this strength shows weakness, he's persistent, but he has tunnel vision in his persistence, if he sees an action that must be done, he won't consider any other option. For example, when he practiced his Shuriken technique, he refused to do any other study, no Taijutsu, no Genjutsu, his general lack of proper, well-rounded technique lead to him having to take another year at the academy just to play catch-up. Throughout all of his life, his persistence has never let off of the idea of being the best that he could be, he often compares himself relative to the Raikage, how strong is he to the Raikage, how fast is he, how does his technique hold up? Though, just as often, he compares himself to his prodigy cousin, Chiasa Kaiji. However, where he compares himself to the Raikage out of admiration, he compares his skills to his little cousin's only out of spite.
While it's not a trait he really displays, Asano is fairly patriotic. While he won't necessarily look down on others for being born to different villages, he secretly "knows" that Kumogakure is the best village of the five. However, this mindset does bubble to the surface when put to someone of similar, but more vocal, thoughts. If his village is disparaged, he won't spare the instigator any harsh words. Although, he never goes beyond just a bit of insulting. But, on the contrary, a trait Asano shows vibrantly is that he loves displaying his unique talents. Most often, this is simply showing his ability to use Storm Release, as it is arguably his most interesting feat. However, he might display just about anything, from him being able to whistle dozens of folk songs, to him being able to write and draw with his left hand nearly as good as his right. As long as he's proud of it, he'll revel in displaying it.
Asano's goals are fairly simple, if difficult. He wishes to become the head of the Kaiji clan, mastering Storm Release and pushing the Kekkai Genkai to its limits. A part of this goal is to master all five basic nature transformations, as he views that as a sign of being worthy to lead his clan. However, Asano falls victim to his defeatism when discussing his ideas of the future. Often, he'll relegate the idea to nothing more than a silly daydream, like shooting for the moon. But, if he discusses this idea with someone without shutting it down soon after, it's indicative of a deep trust with that person. However, if he discusses this idea then quickly shuts it down, it's likely the last time that person will hear him talk about his goals.
Writing Sample:
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The whistle of the wind echoed around the circular grassland, an opening amongst a forest far, far away from Kumogakure. Asano found most of his solace in these remote locations, even if they were a great distance away from his village, it was something about them, the tranquility, the isolation, it helped him focus. Today was no different than other days, by now, he had made it a ritual, right at the end of the weekdays, he'd pack a bag full of food, books, and anything else important he could scrounge up. Today, he brought shuriken, finely sharpened with a glorious shine.
The shuriken laid prone before him, the well-made, if generic, pinwheel like look catching the orange light of the sunset quite well. Asano would take a deep breath, sitting down, folding one leg over another... He'd much rather just lay his legs out, letting them stretch, especially when he was just by himself. However, as "dumb" as it was, he was doing this on his own because he saw his peers practicing like this, meditating. Shape control, that was what he was here for, and that's what he saw others doing for it. Sit still, pinch your fingers together, and breathe. That's what they did, that's what he'll do, after all, he'd been practicing this for a long, long while now, and if he didn't get the hang of it sooner or later... Well, it'd be annoying, simply put.
With a slow, elegant movement, Asano would pick up the shuriken, inspecting it, looking deeply into it, as if there was more to see than just a metal disc. He'd put his hand on the other side, gripping the blade in such a way as to minimize the chance of nicking himself. The genin would close his eyes, resting his forehead on the broad side of the weapon, more than anything, he just wanted the shuriken to speak to him, tell him how to do this, overcome this trial, let him shelve the responsibility onto something else. It was frustrating enough, trying to understand everything, trying to meet his own expectations, but why of all things did this have to be such a task? He knows two nature transformations, by all reason he should be able to get this. In his frustration, he'd but narrowly hold himself back from trying to faceplant into the shuriken, realizing not a second too soon that it wasn't the best idea... Just another thing proving his stupidity. He'd nearly chuck the shuriken away, though, again, would catch himself. Besides, he'll be doing that anyways, just the throw he should do would be for practice, this one would just be for a hissy fit.
He'd stand up, brushing off the green blades of grass and splotches of brown dirt that were caught onto his pants, not like it was noticeable, though. He'd take a stance, left foot forward, right foot back; left hand to right shoulder, and right hand to the left side of his hip. His stance wasn't perfect, along with the natural tiredness of the day, he found himself wobbling, having to move his feet every once in awhile just to keep balance. Though, balance wasn't even a high priority at that time, he was here to practice something, and that was shape control.
The shuriken would begin to buzz, a hum of energy and hymns of lightning, it would slowly take shape. First, the shuriken became light blue, becoming white in the center. Second, this light began to expand outwards, becoming an aura to the disc. Lastly... It all fell apart.
A sudden explosion would ring in Asano's ears, a razor sharp slice of laser launching from the sides of the shuriken, ironically shaped perfectly to cut into Asano's face. It wouldn't take much more to throw him off balance, dropping the shuriken and barely keeping himself from land face first into a imposing stone sticking stagnantly from the ground. Granted, landing face first into the dirt was a minimal improvement. He'd rip himself from the ground, bringing a earth stained hand up to touch the side of his face, feeling a stinging pain, and the hard to mistake presence of a cut. Dribbles of blood would slowly gush down the side of his face, the thick fluid being incredibly uncomfortable, an awful accent to his cut... He supposed it was a good thing it was as low as it was, as it didn't pierce his eye, though, that was the only optimistic thing he could scavenge from this whole mess. He'd take a deep breath, bending down to pick the shuriken back up, dreadfully willing to make another attempt, up until he heard—
"Hey!" A sudden voice would echo from the circle of trees, hidden amongst the branches. The voice surprised Asano, but it wasn't enough to make him jolt... Though flinch, yes. Asano would look around, trying to find the source of the voice, until jumping from the canopy he saw—
"Chiasa?" Asano would ask in pseudo-bewilderment, a cocktail of emotions filling his reaction: surprise, suspicion, anger, disgust. Well, he felt a lot of things with the appearance of his cousin, "Sis? What are you doing here?" He'd blink, his surprise fading and all remaining being a smoldering sense of anger— offense, almost, what was she doing here? Did she track him down? What is this kid doing? Though suddenly, Chiasa would open her mouth, Asano, just realizing, that she had quite a bit of a pout, "Don't call me sis! We're cousins, it's demeaning!" She seemed quite frustrated, though, it wasn't an irrational response, Asano did call her that knowing what'd her reaction would be. She'd open her mouth again, replacing her pout with a muted smug expression, and her tone shifting to match, "Besides, you have no right to be condescending to me, at least I don't lie about 'ostrich watching' when I go out to practice." Asano would look a little struck, fumbling over himself as he tried to make a defense, "I uh— This— this place is on the way to where I need to be, it— it's relaxed job so I don't mind taking my time getting to it, you know?"
Chiasa would fold her hands over each other, resting her chin on them, "Riiiiiiggghhtt then, 'bro,' just a job, a few bajillion miles away from Kumogakure, riiiight..."