Post by Konhiru Kizoku on Jul 24, 2006 22:47:19 GMT -5
Name: Kizoku
Clan: Konhiru
Why: I made the clan and...well, I think Kizoku would go well as one.
Brief History: This is gonna be a bad summary but I just wrote the entire character history and family history...I'm feeling kinda 'eh' right now.
Kizoku's parents's home burned down when he was 6 and he was taken by two of their more trusted servants to be raised. Eventually Arewa, his new mother, married someone else however this was part a plan Kizoku's father set out while he was alive. He began to gain suspicions as to who killed his parents and had these suspicions confirmed by the snake Sannin Orochimaru. He was taken into an experiment, though he didn't know that, and recieved the Zankyou Genkotsu, since he did survive. He made it through the academy, already planning on how to make his parent's killer's deaths as long and painful as possible.
Rp Sample:
"Hankudan!"
BOOM!
The invisible shot flew over the surface of the water, leaving a long trail of expanding ripples behind it. The shot careened into the trees on the other side of the small lake, crashing into the ground and sending wildlife and shrubbery flying. It was early in the morn, around 9 AM, in Otogakure no Sato. Konhiru Kizoku had managed to find this spot, a small secluded area surrounded by trees and with a decent sized lake in the center.
He had been coming here to practice his jutsu, often disturbing the native wildlife in the process. The birds in the nearby trees took flight again as the blast disturbed the silence. The water smoothened once again, it's surface like polished glass. Kizoku looked up again, panting from the continuous shots he had been firing. The force that he hadn't managed to redirect had hit him in the chest, forcing him back each time. His feet left long, muddy furrows in the ground, stretching from near the lake's edge to the treeline. He slowed his breathing, mind quickly considering what he needed to practice next.
He made his decision three seconds later. The last vestiges of his previous blast had just dissipated when he began moving, chakra gathering in his hands. He ran forward, turning and slamming one hand onto the surface of the water. For a brief second, nothing happened but then the Hankuudan shot forward along the surface of the water, a wave building behind it. The shot sank under and hit the bottom of the shallow lake, blasting dirt and water into the air. Kizoku broke through the wall of water moments later, spinning and slamming the back of his fist into the air. The chakra expended outwards from the imaginary spot on his opponent, filtering out into the air.
"The hell was that...?"
He glanced behind him at the yell, the water falling back down as a fine mist. Judging from that voice, it was about time he made his exit...Kizoku ran the last few feet past the edge of the lake, leaping into the trees and heading deeper in. He paused, pressing one hand against the bark of the tree whose branch he stood on, the other hand on his hip. His left foot kicked the ground behind his right as he stood there, considering what he was going to do. He had said he wouldn't be home for a couple hours and his training had been interrupted by whoever the hell had been over there. Kizoku glanced up, noticing the sunlight filtering down in through this gap in the trees and bathing it in radiant warmth.
"Why not...?" he muttered, throwing both legs forward and dropping onto the branch. He threw one leg over each side, leaned back and closed his eyes, letting the darkness of sleep take over...
Clan: Konhiru
Why: I made the clan and...well, I think Kizoku would go well as one.
Brief History: This is gonna be a bad summary but I just wrote the entire character history and family history...I'm feeling kinda 'eh' right now.
Kizoku's parents's home burned down when he was 6 and he was taken by two of their more trusted servants to be raised. Eventually Arewa, his new mother, married someone else however this was part a plan Kizoku's father set out while he was alive. He began to gain suspicions as to who killed his parents and had these suspicions confirmed by the snake Sannin Orochimaru. He was taken into an experiment, though he didn't know that, and recieved the Zankyou Genkotsu, since he did survive. He made it through the academy, already planning on how to make his parent's killer's deaths as long and painful as possible.
Rp Sample:
"Hankudan!"
BOOM!
The invisible shot flew over the surface of the water, leaving a long trail of expanding ripples behind it. The shot careened into the trees on the other side of the small lake, crashing into the ground and sending wildlife and shrubbery flying. It was early in the morn, around 9 AM, in Otogakure no Sato. Konhiru Kizoku had managed to find this spot, a small secluded area surrounded by trees and with a decent sized lake in the center.
He had been coming here to practice his jutsu, often disturbing the native wildlife in the process. The birds in the nearby trees took flight again as the blast disturbed the silence. The water smoothened once again, it's surface like polished glass. Kizoku looked up again, panting from the continuous shots he had been firing. The force that he hadn't managed to redirect had hit him in the chest, forcing him back each time. His feet left long, muddy furrows in the ground, stretching from near the lake's edge to the treeline. He slowed his breathing, mind quickly considering what he needed to practice next.
He made his decision three seconds later. The last vestiges of his previous blast had just dissipated when he began moving, chakra gathering in his hands. He ran forward, turning and slamming one hand onto the surface of the water. For a brief second, nothing happened but then the Hankuudan shot forward along the surface of the water, a wave building behind it. The shot sank under and hit the bottom of the shallow lake, blasting dirt and water into the air. Kizoku broke through the wall of water moments later, spinning and slamming the back of his fist into the air. The chakra expended outwards from the imaginary spot on his opponent, filtering out into the air.
"The hell was that...?"
He glanced behind him at the yell, the water falling back down as a fine mist. Judging from that voice, it was about time he made his exit...Kizoku ran the last few feet past the edge of the lake, leaping into the trees and heading deeper in. He paused, pressing one hand against the bark of the tree whose branch he stood on, the other hand on his hip. His left foot kicked the ground behind his right as he stood there, considering what he was going to do. He had said he wouldn't be home for a couple hours and his training had been interrupted by whoever the hell had been over there. Kizoku glanced up, noticing the sunlight filtering down in through this gap in the trees and bathing it in radiant warmth.
"Why not...?" he muttered, throwing both legs forward and dropping onto the branch. He threw one leg over each side, leaned back and closed his eyes, letting the darkness of sleep take over...
