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| Subject: Setōshi Hibiki Mon Jul 16, 2012 1:24 am | |
| ~The Basics~First Name: Setōshi Last Name: Hibiki Age: 13 Rank: Genin Village: Konohagakure ~The Blood Work~Gender: Male Blood Type: AB - Clan: N/A Kekkei Genkai: N/A ~The Physics~Appearance: | | | Setōshi Sōichirō | Konoha's | The Prodigy of the Leaf | Weights: Setōshi's clothing is slightly different than that of most children of the Village Hidden in the Leaves. For starters, underneath all of his clothing he has a weight suit. Two 35 lbs weight occupy his pectoral regions and several 5 lbs weights occupy his abdominal region, these weights are separated to allow abdominal crunching for training purposes or simple free movement. 20 lbs weight wrap is fitted around both of his biceps and also 10 lbs weight wraps are fitted around his wrists, these wrapped weights have been applied to not only give off their weighted properties, but to also allow flexibility and free movement. Lastly, Setōshi has combined 30 lbs weight wraps around both of his ankles and shins. These weights can be struck ,but shall not break unless enough force is driven through them to make them crack then eventually break into pieces. Clothing: Upper Attire: Setōshi generally wears one of two things upon the upper half of his body. First off, his head band is tied neatly across his forehead like most shinobi with his village. Setōshi wears a white T-Shirt with the appearance of a playful version of an Anbu mask, this just goes to show that even as child one should always dream big. On the bottom of the sleeves of this shirt Setōshi has a red triangle continuous pattern looping around the back side. In addition to being a shirt this piece of clothing also functions as a hood shirt. Stitched onto the back of the collar is a red hood, draw strings for the hood tend to fall down on the front. The second piece of clothing that Setōshi generally wears is nearly identical to the first, but instead of a hood stitched on to the back Setōshi wears a flowing red scarf. In addition to the scarf Setōshi has the infamous Uzumaki Clan symbol embroidered onto the left sleeve of his shirt, his Head Band would now be wrapped around his right bicep. Lower Attire: Unlike his upper attire, Setōshi generally never changes what occupies the lower half of his body. He wears the standard form of black pants. His right thigh is bandaged four times around and a kunai/shuriken pouch is tied around it. Both of his ankles are bandaged up all the way to his shins. On his hip he carries a standard shinobi pouch, weaponry a basic medical equipment is usually stored within it. On his feet Setōshi wears shin high open toed standard shinobi footwear. Height: 4'11" (Four Foot, Eleven Inches) Weight: 105 lbs (*Excluding the Weights) ~The Traits~Likes:• Icha Icha • Training • Eating • Sleeping • Reading • Learning • Dogs Dislikes:• Being Disturbed • Waking Up • Cleaning • Not getting the latest issues of his readings ! • Not being able to be Creative Personality: [ Overall ] To describe Setoshi's personality would be quite the hassle, yet to sum it up with one word would fairly be simple: that word would be "Contradictory". For the most part people could say Setoshi is the most laziest child in his village, never wanting to socialize or get up to do anything. A preference for him would be to sleep. Yet, people of the village would also say that he is the most hard working person throughout the villages ranks. He's constantly performing deeds for others, despite the fact that he hates social interactions. Contradictory . . . This is the only word anyone could possibly use to describe Setoshi's life style, personality, and choices. [ The Lazy Child ] Ever since he was a young infant people could tell that Setoshi was quite different than most others. He was quite silent and asleep most of the time, his parents would check on him regularly just to see if he was still breathing, but of course he was. As he grew older these habits didn't die, on the contrary they increased significantly. While other children would be outside running around and playing games Setoshi would try his best to stay in the comfortable parts of his room, unfortunately his mother was like an iron cage and hardly ever gave in. So, sleeping out doors, preferrably under a nice big tree that'd cast huge shadows over the lands, became Setoshi's means of being lazy. Though he didn't exercise much, but ate any chance given, his body remained slim in comparison to the standard lazy child. [ An Honorable Man ] Setoshi's parents were so bent on respect and honor that he was taught at a young age to be honorable and respectful to all those that lived and breathed the same air that he did. In contrast to being quite a lazy child Setoshi is always willing to help those that ask of his assistance, even if the request for his aid did tend to interfere with his frequent relaxation periods. When it comes to Setoshi's peers he typically places "-Kun" or "-Chan" after their names as a sign of respect for them, hoping he'd recieve the same respect back. For those that are older than himself or of higher rank than himself Setoshi places "-Sama" or "-San" after their respected names. Normally for those that play the role of a teacher or guardian in Setoshi's life he places "-Sempai" or "-Sensei" after their respected names. [ The Relentless Worker ] With being a young child in the Shinobi World Setoshi's parents felt the need to instill traits in him that would make him a better person in the rugged life-style that lay ahead of him. For instance, never giving up on goal or something Setoshi had been working at for a while, unfortunately for his parents he took the meaning of this to an entirely new level, especially when training comes into question. When Setoshi puts his mind and body into training something he'll override his body to the point were even exhaustion isn't enough for him. Even if Setoshi feels like he has worked hard enough and has completed the goals that he wants he'll push his body so that he can surpass these goals and master his previous goals. Setoshi has a philosophy that he lives by ". . . My Body is my Greatess Weapon . . . With it I am Everything, Without it I am Nothing". [ The Analytical Type ] Setoshi falls under the category of being Analytical, meaning he analyzes just about any and everything that falls under his sight of eye. Although he doesn't have a Perfect Memory his memory is close to it which helps with being analytical for he can discern differences in appearances he may see. With being Analytical Setoshi tends to not get into as many fights or arguements as the common "Genin" simply because he analyzes his opponents and can typically pick out their flaws and/or strengths, he feels that by being able to recognize these types of things it puts his possible opponents in a state of unfairness. In addition to being able to point out flaws and/or strengths Setoshi is given a type of precognition in the sence that by analyzing his opponent for quite some time he can begin to predict their next actions, although this is nowhere close to being 100% perfect it does help with assumptions. [ An Outcast ] Despite the fact that Setoshi is very willing to help anyone who merely asks for his assistance, he is very Anti-Social. Setoshi rarely makes friends and when people try to befriend him they can usually tell that he is Anti-Social, it's not that he pushes people to stay away from him he just doesn't like to be bothered. Yet, for those that do wish to pursue him more than the average person they then may find themselves with a very pecuiliar good friend. Above everything else in the world he hates allowing people to get to know any type of information about himself. Setoshi finds it as a weakness for anyone to know things about himself for the tiniest bit of information given can end up leading to his downfall. [ Loyalty amongst Treachery ] Theres a quote somewhere saying that "Dog is a Mans Bestfriend, Loyal until the day man dies and then even after" and a more comedic quote "Lock your Dog and your Girlfriend in the trunk of a car for Six(6) hours then go open it up and you tell me who is more happier to see you, your Dog or your Girlfriend?" Setoshi tends to compare himself to not the Dog, but more of a Wolf in the sense that his loyalty is given in exchange for the loyalty of anothers. When this bond between Setoshi and another person is established he becomes as loyal as the other person to him. To those that he is loyal to Setoshi will look after them with great concern, doing anything in his power to make sure they are safe by any means neccesary. [ Sadly a Prodigy . . . ] From a young age Setoshi was foretold to naturally be a Prodigy amongst Prodigies within the Shinobi World. Yet, due to his personality and other factors in his life Setoshi feels that whomever foretold of him being a Prodigy is dead wrong. Setoshi understands that objectives that maybe more difficult to others come off as easier for him, but that means nothing. He feels that a person who is a Prodigy is a star that does nothing but good in the eyes of his peers and elders, not someone who is lazy by choice and who's typical habits are reflected by his personality greatly. To Setoshi, one that is a Prodigy is admired by those with less capabilities, befriends all just to keep the image that he is established, and looks up to no one, not someone who is Anti-Social and hates the limelight. This factor of his personality seems like it'll greatly define his entire life style. It also leads to an infamous quote spoken by Setoshi himself "I know I'm a Prodigy ! It doesn't mean I chose to be one !"Attitude: ~The Armada~Primary Weapon: Shiomizu Iremono [ Saltwater Gourd ] Support Weapon: Paper Support Weapon: Kunai Support Weapon: Explosive Tags ~Skill Information~Skill Specialty:
- Main: Chakra Kneading
- Sub: Fuuinjutsu
Elemental Affinity:
- Main: Suiton :: Water Release
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- Sub:
Special Characteristics:Chakra Control :: When it comes to Chakra Control, Setōshi is seen as being very adept in this area of Ninjutsu. Typically, shinobi not skilled in controlling their chakra creates too much or too little chakra for a given technique, thus resulting in the chakra being used inefficiently. Fortunately, Setōshi understands this concept in full and uses precisely enough chakra Salt-Water Techniques :: Sea-Style, or the use of Salt-Water techniques is a branch of the Suiton [ Water Release ] Element that Setōshi Sōichirō has called on to be his own specialty. Although Salt-Water or Seawater is not created in the process of these Jutsu it is manipulated via the Shiomizu Iremono [ Saltwater Gourd ] which contains chakra-enriched salt-water. Flaws/Weaknesses: ~Jutsu~E: D:C: B:A:S:_____________ Name:Rank:Type:Chakra:Damage Points:Description:~The Story~Family:History:- Spoiler:
[ Is Dying the True Death . . . Or is a Shattered Heart? ]
"When we were children we'd say . . . We don't know the meaning of . . . Fear . . . " Those that new Setōshi in his younger years would truly believe that he didn't know the meaning of fear... Then again deception came given when people began trying to tear at the metal-box that was Setōshi . There was a low painful shriek that cut through the sound of the pouring rain outside the darkened cave like a hot knife through butter. The cave exceptionally empty besides a mass of muddy Grey hair that sat a top a boys head as he clutched the lifeless body of a young girl. Until this point "Fear" was nothing more than a four lettered word to Setōshi . . . Typically laughing in the face of Fear and Death, yet, now for the first time of his life Fear felt like acid crawling throughout his veins, stemming from the woman in his arms. She, the only one who he gave his heart, the one who knew his past even when he didn't, the reason for him even being within this cave . . . The memories she at one point attempted to withheld from him for his own good began streaming through his brain as her protections were no more, questions arose throughout his head as he saw his true nature for the first time. What am I? How did she bare too look at me? Why didn't I make the right choices? Yet, with her in his arms he knew that now was not the time for sorrow . . . Now was a time of 'Vendetta'
[ As Filthy as a Lab Rat ]
Experimentation . . . The process of Experimenting to try out new concepts or ways of doing a form of something. Yet, when applied to the world we called the "Shinobi World" the definition of experimentation gets thrown out the window, especially in Setōshi's situation. Remembrance of ever having a childhood had been shunned out of his mind, parent's? Pssh . . . When your raised as a basic test-tube child the even mentioning of the word was considered Taboo. Before the bonds of his mental protections had been put in place, recalling anything beyond waking up and seeing the beautifully young face of, but not knowing why . . .
A mass of messy mud-speckled Grey hair lay like a mop over a young boys face as the sound of single water droplets continuously crashing down against a solid concrete floor filled the caged environment the boy was in. A cage . . . Devices commonly used to keep pets contained in, yet why was a simple seven(7) year old with horrible hygiene being treated like the common dog? Gasps and low cries for help escaped from children like the Grey haired child who were trapped in cages as the sound of approaching footsteps bounced off of the concrete walls that enclosed their surrounding, unknowingly this dungeon of the sorts lay just under the surface of Kumogakure. Did the Raikage or other high-end officials know about was going on beneath their feet? You be your sweet ass they did, and not only did they know, they were fueling such events. The creaking of a rusted steel door filled the room as dozens of childish eyes watched as a set of arms were placed underneath that of the Grey haired boy's and then began dragging him out, his body seemingly lifeless as his legs dragged against the floor. . .
A ghastly scream burst out of a young girl who's holding cell sat adjacent to that of the one the Grey haired child had just been dragged out of. As the men passed by her arms reached between the bars and grabbed hold of the arm of the nearly lifeless boy, the guards immediately reacted by conjuring up whips of waters that lassoed around her wrists, then currents of electricity were passed through the water and into both her and the boy. Their combined screams were about the loudest noises heard within those dungeons in quite some time, the other children acted like how a baby would when another baby would scream, they all joined in. The guards had had enough of all the prisoners and conjured up dozens of feathers that within seconds had placed all of the children under a powerful slumber, even in her sleep she held on to the boy and mumbled a name, one single name . . . "Se . . To . . Shi . ."
The guards had left the endungeoned area and had now apparently reached their destination, a room brightly lit with a single raised bed in the center of it, various medical instruments lay scattered around on a table next tot he bed, obviously an operation was the next that would be occurring in this room. The guards flung the nearly lifeless Grey haired boy atop the table before being substituted within the room by a single man, the boy's mind finally coming around as he tried discover where he was but the intense light of the room blinded him. A chuckle escaped the other human body within the room "Well . . . Well . . . Well . . . Looks like you are quite the trooper. Not too many of these chosen children actually make it to this room . . . To that I give you a congratulations and I will reward you with being my puppet . . ." The boy quite groggy issued out one word before feeling the restraints of rope binding him to the table, "K . .Kiara . . Kiara". The man's devilish laughter escaped him once more as he bent his head down toward the boy's ear and spoke ever so gently, "Tsk tsk tsk, I highly doubt she's going to make it . . . Especially, now that her only inspiration will now be my slave !"
After that point Setōshi's memory seems to come to him in very brief fragments. An intense pain coursing throughout his right arm as if sulfuric acid was just rotting it down to the very bone . . . The doctor who spoke to him before the blackout always smiling down upon him and checking his vitals to make sure he was stable . . . His right arm beginning to act on it's own accord by struggling to break free of the restraints, the doctor tripling the restraints not in anger, but out of pure excitement . . . Then a pain searing through his brain as the doctor's voice echoed throughout his subconscious "I have made you the weapon . . . Now you will be mine" . . . As Setōshi seemingly began to give in to the voice a scream echoed even greater . . . the same scream that he awoke to every night . . . the scream he had heard when he was being grasped in the dungeon . . . the scream of Kiara . . .
[ Hell hath no Fury like a Woman Scorned ]
Do you know what anger truly feels like? I don't mean the anger one gets when they loose a fight or can't find something of major importance, no. I mean the anger one gets when they feel helpless to the ones they love. Deep down one knows they promised with all their heart that they would do whatever it would possibly take to keep them safe, yet when it boiled down to it they are just rendered helpless. This form of anger is one of the most strongest forms of anger for it does not stem from the same place is the typical anger, this form of anger stems from a different source . . . A More powerful source if you will . . . This source being "Love". Setōshi knew what it felt like to be helpless, he had seen it countless times throughout his life . . .
The piercing subconscious screams of Kiara awoke Setōshi from his imprisoned state of slumber, the doctors all a round stared in sheer fright for they had not completed the task they had at hand. Setōshi looked upon his arm and knew it was no longer what it was before, it now was quite bulkier with streams of what looked like chakra being visibly seen coursing through it, even his finger tips began to glow with the same colors The Grey haired child winced as his right arm sent a foreign form of chakra throughout his body, causing an immense amount of pain yet a voice within his subconscious simply told him what to do "Release what they have given you . . .". Setōshi acted accordingly, he felt as if he were watching his actions take place without him being in control of them. His new arm sent out elongated forms of itself toward the doctors that had created it, their blood splattering the walls as they were viciously attacked. One by one they all fell until Setōshi was standing before the one responsible for what he had become, but the doctor had an ace up his sleeve, Kiara was clutched tightly to his body. "Well done Setōshi! This is more miraculous than I could have ever dreamed of, but unfortunately I must be leaving . . . If you do not wish for your precious girl friend to be injured I'd advice you to let . . us . . go !"
At these words Setōshi seemed to take control of his body once more as the elongated form of his arm subsided back into the demonic looking one attached to his shoulder. Words couldn't even begin to fall from his lips, he merely stared at the doctor as he laughed manically and made his escape with Kiara. Setōshi finally let out a horrid yell as he banged his demonic fist upon the floor shattering it's solid structure repeatedly, tears streaming down his young face as he knelt on the floor, he had no idea where to find the doctor or his beloved Kiara . . . By the time he made it back to the holding cell he found that all of the prisoners had been removed from their cells, not only did the doctor have Kiara, but he had taken all of the children who could be potentially harmed like himself . . . Feeling helpless was the worst feeling a child can feel, it only would lead someone down one of two paths: Revenge or Redemption. What path would Setōshi attempt to pursue?
[ The Life of a Lost Child ]
What does a child do when they know they are being pursued in a country where anyone is willing to seek the rewards for the capture? They must struggle and fight and try to survive by all means possible, they must learn the ways of stealth and evasion without a teacher, doing things the hard way. Living in captivity all his life meant that Setōshi knew nothing of the outside world so everything he encountered was new to him, he had never had to steal to feed himself nor seek out shelter. One thing was for sure though, going to the Raikage or any of his council was out of the question, everything Setōshi was now was because of this country, the country he was now trying to flee from . . .
It had been nearly a week since Setōshi had found his way out of the deserted dungeons of Kumogakure and onto the outskirts of the village, along his exit many of the villagers looked upon him with disgust, a fitting look for he had not been bathed or had his hair cut for quite some time, a real beggar is what he truly looked like. A few of them actually felt sorry for his appearance and offered him food and shelter, but Setōshi would turn them all down to later steal their food, he wouldn't accept anything from the people of this country even if he was on the verge of death, getting it for himself was the only way. On the outskirts of the village Setōshi met up with a group of travelers who told him of a sanctuary for Missing-Ninja or Lost Ninja like himself, it was an entire village that lay shrouded in mist endlessly night and day until the gods chose for it not to. Setōshi knew that this was the only real safe place for himself, even if it was consumed by criminals and thieves a like, yet had he not become this himself.
Three years had passed since Setōshi abandoned the village he once was held captive to, he had been attacked several times while trying to leave the country, but fortunately he escaped by the hairs on his head. His first encounter with a new land was made quite harsh for it was Shimogakure, the Village Hidden in Frost. Nearly freezing to death Setōshi found shelter with a group of Nomads of the lands, he stayed with them for up to a month, learning what they new about Chakra and how it could be beneficial to his quest, but advised him not to seek it in revenge. The next major stop in his journey was within Otogakure, The Village Hidden in Sound, a very scarce land it was. There he only met up with one group of people who recalled being experimented on by a man, but were rejected for their abilities were only being used for a pool of sorts. Setōshi knew what it felt like to be used and banded together with them for some time, learning quite a bit about Chakra Kneading from them and the art of music.
Setōshi's longest stop was within the Land of Fire, because this was a major village he was skeptical of entering it's village so he stayed on the outskirts for a good majority of his time there. Unfortunately, here is where Setōshi met with a member from an organization known as "Root", the man said within the village of Kumogakure a bounty had been placed on the head of a grey haired child some time ago, but that was before the Leaf and Cloud had become enemy. So he provided shelter for the child in exchange for some background on where he had been for the past couple of years, "It seems you've lived a pretty rough one . . . But, from what I've acquired from your stories your Jutsu are pretty mediocre and to be on the run like you are you will need to step up your game just a tad bit." For nearly a month Setōshi began studies in the art of Suiton, not only about the pure offensive capabilities that came with it, but also with the rarely known defensive ones. A hard task at first for the young Setōshi, but soon it just began to come naturally to him the more and more he practiced the techniques. After spending the last three months of the year with this man the Grey haired child gave his final good byes before heading off to his final destination, the Village Hidden in Mist, Kirigakure.
[ The Man with Grey Hair ]
For one to say that they grew up without the love of a parent would seem quite unlikely, for just because one doesn't feel like their parents have ever loved them, the parents have at one point or another. Yet, Setōshi can truly say that he has never felt any of the emotions that comes along with being the child of a parent. Captivity was what he was brought up on, guides and teachers are all that he has ever had close to anyone truly caring about him, besides for Kiara. Yet, the day the Man with Grey hair entered in his life Setōshi found that being his student was quite different than anything he had ever experienced . . .
For one to embark on a Three year long journey is quite impressive especially from the ages of Seven to Ten, yet for one to do it alone is even more impressive. Over this three year long journey Setōshi discovered that he couldn't really call any place a home, no matter how long he stayed, he was on a life long mission and the true check point was getting to Kirigakure. The next was to find a teacher, one to better develop himself in the Shinobi arts even if they take him beyond being his normal self. The final would be to track down and kill the doctor that created the very monster within him.
Exactly like he was told, as soon as Setōshi stepped into the lands of Kirigakure a thick fog fell over the lands, if this wasn't the place then something was quite odd. It only took three days before making it to the village, he was actually quite overwhelmed at how industrialized it was, it seemed to be consumed mostly of a series of pipes. Setōshi had acquired some money throughout his travels, but still felt the urge to take whatever it was that he wanted. A man with Grey hair seemed to acquire his attention the most for whatever reason, so he decided he would be the unlikely target. Everything seemed to be going quite well, that is until he got to a safe area and tried to empty the contents of it, a rope replaced the wallet and began tying him up. The man with Grey hair appeared next to the boy, "Hmm . . . What a waste of time it would be to take such a young life such as this . . . You will work off your debts for stealing from me" Setōshi knew that this man was not one to joke around and decided to agree.
For weeks Setōshi worked under the orders of the Grey haired man, doing what seemed like seemingly pointless tasks until the man felt he had got bored of seeing him do it. After he had repaid his debt Setōshi went his separate ways from the man, he wandered the streets of Kirigakure for days trying to get in where he would fit in. One day Setōshi had apparently provoked the wrong group of men, they attacked him brutally, leaving him on the brink of death. Yet, just as a final blow was dealt a flash of blue and Grey swept all of the men away, not a single drop of their blood left a trail. Setōshi blacked out after this, but awoke upon a bed he once stayed in, that of the Grey haired man. Obviously, he was the one that had saved him from the rouge Ninja, but the way he went about it made Setōshi hungry . . . Hungry to learn. He pleaded with the man to show him his ways, but the man denied, then Setōshi revealed his arm to the man. Somehow the Arm reacted to the Grey Haired man and the man to it. Thus, the man agreed to allow Setōshi to study under him.
[ Return to Better Times ]
Calling someone out of there name was usually a sign of disrespect, but what if it were used in a way to call someone "Father" or "Mother", despite knowing that the person being called this title did give birth to you . . . Would you still consider it disrespectful or would your feelings for that person override all of the rudeness because you simply couldn't imagine your life without them? For Setōshi he pondered upon this question throughout the Nine months he stayed with the Grey Haired man, but like every chapter in a book, this one would becoming to a close and a new one would soon to begin.
The Nine(9) months spent with the Grey Haired man proved a greater task than Setōshi initially intended it to be, but he toughed it out. Learning the ways of becoming a true ninja were instilled within him, yet unlike most Jutsu was not involved in his trainings. A mastery over the true weapon was what the Grey Haired man wanted for the young boy. It started with simple kunai, shurkiken, and senbon, but then it progressed into adding Kuchiyose with these weapons which bred a new way into a form of jutsu that only Setōshi could truly call his own. Yet, soon Setōshi felt that the Grey Haired man had taught him just about everything he truly could about weaponry and thus removed himself from under his clutches . . . Where would he end up now? Exactly where he was first taught, back in Konohagakure no Sato.
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