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Character sheet from Kaoru
Konoha Genin
Jutsu points
:
1
Character age
:
16
Character gender
:
Male
Appearance
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Lean and of sub-average height and dexterous pose, Kaoru has light, unblemished skin, and pearly-white nails ending thin, graceful hands. His facial features are sharp, and he has a hook-nose, bearing a resemblance to his father. Yet, this image is shattered with Kaoru's wild, auburn-orange hair, as opposed to his father's neater appearance. His eyes, an amber tint, and almond shaped, are the only thing he inherits from his mother, and they constantly gleam with curiosity or interest. For dress-wear, Kaoru doesn't mind too much about what he should choose. Normally though, he prefers to wear a grey-blue suit with his family symbol on the lapel – as a 'reminder' to others of his birthright. Yet this kind of clothing is most often constricting – not suited at all for combat. Therefore, for training or – more importantly – missions, Kaoru prefers a simple black shroud and hood (made of silk of course).
Personality
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The son of nobility, Kaoru grew up with the concept “whatever you want, you get”. Despite the changes since his parent's exile, and his developing maturity, he is still somewhat spoilt. He sometimes expects far too much from others, and often requires a visual reminder to show him that it isn't the case. Aside from this flaw in his character, Kaoru tends to be very sensitive to his companions, doing his best to console them as much as he can. With the sleaze surrounding his family's name, Kaoru tries his best to act honourably and diligently... as a noble is supposed to behave.
Character's History
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Born into a noble bloodline as the son of a feudal lord, Kaoru spent his childhood happily in his parent's large estate – separated from the outside world and all its worries. But an outside world existed, and it wasn't long before it started to invade upon Kaoru's world. It started with small things at first... his parents couldn't spend as much time with him as they used to, leaving him in the care of servants; no one laughed any more, everything was said in whispers; and everyone was anticipating... something. It was then however, that his father disappeared. His mother didn't say anything. Neither did any of the servants. Kaoru assumed his father was on one of his frequent business trips... until the short wait grew larger and more unexplainable until it became a cluster of mysteries and questions for Kaoru. Still, his mother and even the servants refused to answer his questions. Why didn't they? After all, surely he would inherit everything, and therefore would rule over them? Shouldn't they treat him with more awe or fear? “The Lord of this establishment has been found to conspire against the Village of Konoha. As such, his ownership of all property and territory has become forfeit, and seized by the Hokage and the Village!” Kaoru awoke to a gruff bellow, a voice which sounded alike to many of the officers of his father's legion. Loud and commanding authority, it travelled across the still morning air, as though challenging the stone and ebony foundations of the mansion. Rubbing sleep from his large, half-closed eyes, Kaoru had peeked out of the huge, ornately decorated window of his bedroom to see a lone man, simply dressed in black and green, staring up at the huge mansion. “What's he doing here, yelling at us for no reason... why did the guards let him pass...” Kaoru sleepily mumbled in his high-pitched childlike voice. This person who stood in the courtyard now, unmoving, eyes fierce, was different from many of the courtiers. He wore no fine robes or head dresses, nor did he speak reluctantly and with sickly honey sweetness. He moved with discipline, much like the soldiers of the feudal lords, yet did so with unmatched grace. His actions weren't unnecessary, and his expression hard. Basically, he was one of the 'commoners' that his father used to speak with, somewhat bitterly. So why did this person who supposedly should have so little power, completely reek and radiate it. “Sachi!” Kaoru called out for the elderly butler. He'd be retired in a couple of years time – his contract was nearing an end due to his age – but he was still a great source of company, especially for the young Kaoru. Soon, the tip balding head formed along the stairs, and then ascended to reveal a wrinkled, yellow-tinted man. Despite his apparent age, he moved swiftly and straight-backed. He stopped a few feet away from Kaoru, the dark purple (almost black) kimono still swishing, and bowed low so that the hairless scalp of his head was now visible to the Kaoru of eight years of age. “Yes, bocchama?” he inquired, eyebrows raised in question. Kaoru pouted and looked Sachi directly in the eye, “Sachi-san, there's a strange man in the courtyard,” Kaoru pointed at the window, down below at the courtyard, where the plain-clothed man was still holding his ground, “Make him go away.” Sachi bowed in response, and made off back down the stairs without another word. Curious and grumpy, although the sleep was wearing off of him, Kaoru leaned against the window, to see what would happen. Now he could see Sachi striding across the courtyard to meet the stranger, the purple kimono swirling furiously to keep up with the old man's stride. He saw the two men confer, talking in low voices, Sachi moving his hands as he spoke. At one moment, Sachi looked over his shoulder, up at the window, his brow furrowed and making his face look even more wrinkly. He nodded his head slowly, and then turned, returning back to the mansion. The stranger turned in contempt, and headed away. A pause. Kaoru could hear his own increased breathing. A murmur downstairs as Sachi spoke with the porter and then the gentle click of the front doors closing. “Sachi?” Kaoru called out again, this time questioning. Silence. Then movement, the familiar swish of a robe, and Sachi appeared before him once again, expression the same as it was when he heard out his request, “What did he want? What was all that he was shouting about before?” A frown creased along Sachi's previously stoic expression. His tongue ran across his lips, “Very well, bocchama. Maybe you'd like something to drink while I explain – will some Shincha be alright?” Somewhat skeptically, Kaoru nodded, and waited sitting on his bed thinking of the bold stranger while Sachi boiled water for the Shincha in the other room. Returning with a steaming cup, Sachi gave a small bow and, upon seeking Kaoru's inquisitive stare, settled into an explanation immediately, “Well, as you know, your father has not been around for the past few months, he has been away on... business. You see, although the feudal lords rule over the land and the people, it is the shinobi which offer support through strength and arms-” “Was that man a shinobi then?” Kaoru cut him off, not understanding where Sachi was going with that trail of discussion. With a sigh, Sachi continued, “Yes, he was one of them, but there is more to it than that. You see there are the traditional 'Hidden Villages' named after the elements, each with their own elite ninja – a Kage. However, there are rogue shinobi who have no village; normally, they work alone or in small gangs, but recently a new group, calling themselves the 'Akatsuki' have grown more active, building a small, but unique and powerful army.” Pausing to moisten his lips, Sachi waited for Kaoru to stop sipping the high-quality green tea before he continued, “Unfortunately, the villages and the rogue shinobi hate each other, and are constantly fighting each other on sight. Your father, along with the majority of feudal lords, had sided with the Akatsuki in their... pogrom... which has granted our safety. Unfortunately, the war turned out... badly to say the least, for the Akatsuki, and the villages have made it their focus to punish their former allies.” Wiping some sweat off of his brow, Sachi gave Kaoru a grim smile, “Your parents are already in hiding. The shinobi who I talked with was a messenger, informing the servants that this land will be claimed by the Hokage within the coming weeks.” Noticing the cup was empty, he plucked it from the floor and left to wash it. When he returned, he found Kaoru's childish face in thought. Upon Sachi's arrival he happily beamed, “Sachi, if I could become a shinobi, I could fight for our family, right?” Sachi narrowed his eyes quizzically, not quite understanding where this line of questioning was going, “Yes... although there is more to a life of a shinobi – they have a code similar to Bushido and Chivalry.” Kaoru smiled, “Yes but it means I'll be able to find justice for our family honour?” With unmoving eyes, Sachi gave Kaoru a thin-lipped smile and bowed once more, “Very well, bocchama, I'll see what can be done.” Kaoru awoke to someone shaking his shoulders, gently yet firmly. It took a while before Kaoru could recognize any of the blurs from the darkness, and realized it was Sachi standing over him, with his stoic expression on his face, a wrinkled hand on each shoulder, “Wake up and hurry; the shinobi will be here to claim this place as theirs – we don't want to be accused of 'trespass' do we?” Stifling a yawn, Kaoru gave a brief 'reconnaissance' of the surrounding room, “Hmgh... what about the maids... the doorman...” he began, sleepily ending with a yawn, “Yes, yes they've already dispersed,” Sachi impatiently interrupted, throwing the covers off the bed and instantly standing by an open wardrobe, throwing small suits, robes and other folds of clothing onto the bed, a growing pile growing by Kaoru. “Now get dressed – hurry!” he called, before disappearing through a door to the side, his purple kimono swishing after him. Rubbing an eye, barely comprehending anything that happened in the past minute, Kaoru began looking through all the clothes that Sachi had dumped; a red kimono here, black silk pants there, a kasa on top of it all. He pushed them aside, wondering just [i]where[/i] they were going. Finally, he settled on a small, black kimono – silk like nearly everything else in the pile – and was just beginning to wonder where Sachi had got to when the door slid aside. From it stepped Sachi, but no longer was he dressed and walking in the monk-like fashion as before. He now wore a plain white robe with a hood drawn over his balding head. His hands, with normally met themselves together by his chest, were now separated – one resting on a hip, while the right hand on a long, ornate white and gold sheath of a No-Dachi, no less. With a short motion, he moved his left hand and threw a smaller sheath – this one coloured blue and black – in Karou's direction, a strange 'gift' for someone who hadn't entered adolescence yet. Drawing the blade slightly, Kaoru recognised the design as that of a Wakizashi – the short close-combat swords favoured especially by Samurai. “That's in case we have to defend ourselves – but not necessarily form the ninja; the surrounding lands have become more dangerous in recent years, and have no doubt grown wild since your father's patrols have now abandoned their posts.” Beckoning him over, Sachi led the way downstairs, closing the front door softly, and started on the path out of the courtyard, leading Kaoru by the hand. It was a still night. Sachi told his eight year old companion that the state of the moon currently was a “waning gibbous”. Its appearance would change every night until it became a white sphere in the night sky, or disappear altogether. A creak of wood caused Sachi to become alert, raising the large sword so that the tip withdrew from the sheath a little. Motioning at the boy to stand still, he stared at the tree, his eyes unblinking, a small amount of sweat beading near his brow; finally he relaxed, “A bake kitsune,” he told the child, and noticing his puzzled expression, Sachi quickly explained, “The bake kitsune was the 'guardian-fox' of my family for many generations. It is a fox with several tails – no, not nine like the legendary Kyuubi, it is far smaller and weaker in power, but I take this as a good omen.”The child pulled a long face, a hybrid of a frown and a pout, “Come on, Sachi-san: that's a fairytale; foxes have only one tail – how young do you think I am?” he finished by sticking out his tongue. Sachi just replied with a chuckle, but murmured silently to himself, “Oh, you may just see a tailed-fox in your lifetime young master...” They had trudged on for several hours now, stopped to rest only once, and now Sachi was burdened with carrying a tired Kaoru on his shoulders, “Nearly there now sir,” he kept telling the child, as though reassuring himself as well, “By sunrise we should be there... nearly there now sir...” The gates rose high, from the ground reaching up to the sky, as though reaching for the slowly rising sun. The soft colour of its wooden surface seemed the only natural thing around it. Nudging Kaoru awake, Sachi placed him on the ground again, “Come – we are here,” he motioned to the gates and led the way through. Several guards looked up and moved their hands towards their weapons, but Sachi immediately procured a few documents, and handed them to the closest of the group. Glancing at them for a while, the guard nodded and waved them through, trundling back to his post. “This is Konoha,” Sachi began explaining, continuing inside the village, “'Our' ninja village – there is one in every country...” Trailing off, Sachi pointed at what appeared to be a bar, slightly covered by curtains, “But first, I say we eat before continuing on.” The 'bar' turned out to be louder than it seemed, with the attendant bustling around behind the wooden counter. Wordlessly, Sachi perched himself upon one of the stools, then cleared his throat to get the attendant's attention, “Two bowls of plain ramen,” he called over the din, sliding a few coins across the counter. The attendant nodded and moved over to the cooking appliances behind him. Shortly after, he returned, placing the bowls in front of Sachi and Kaoru, before turning away to serve another man who had just sat down further up. Without hesitation, Sachi separated the chopsticks, and settled to eating the soup. Kaoru on the otherhand, took a whiff of the bowls contents, and settled to prodding a noodle with a chopstick. Glancing at Kaoru, Sachi frowned, “Don't do that – grab the noodles between the chopsticks and suck it up.” Kaoru stared at him bluntly, “Do I have to – can I just have the same thing the maids cooked up for me?” With a sigh, Sachi finished off his bowl, and started eating Kaoru's ramen, all the time Kaoru watching him curiously. Finishing, Sachi thanked and bowed to the cook, and led Kaoru through the curtains, “You'll have to get used to this lifestyle – there are no footmen or maids at your disposal here,” Sachi forewarned, “Right, so the first thing we should do is see the Hokage – he's the leader of this village – and see to your training and our living quarters; from there, you'll have to learn the rules as you go along.” He looked up at the sun then picked up his pace, “Come, its not far.” They arrived in a relatively dull reception area – nothing like the 'entrance hall' of the Hitachiin mansion. There were very little ornamentations or large sculptings of expensive material. In other words, “This place looks a little dull,” Kaoru pointed out bluntly to Sachi, unimpressed by the residence of the 'famed' ruler of the village. Unheeded, Sachi approached the nearest person who seemed to be the 'authority figure' and stopped to speak with them. Finishing the conversation with a nod, Sachi told Kaoru to remain where he was, and followed the attendant down a corridor. Glumly, Kaoru sat down (noting the 'hardness' of the seat) and further observed his surroundings. The floor was covered by a horribly grey red, with sharp bristles that would scratch at bare skin. The wooden walls were equally unappealing, being a plain colour and made of... pine. The few people that were around were as repulsing as the environment. All of them wore murky-coloured greens and browns for clothes, with messy hair kept back by the occasional headband. The older people here seemed to be in Sachi's years but, unlike him, they lacked his chiselled yet handsome features – instead of ending in a fine curve like Sachi's nose did, huge pulsating boils were often plastered on the tip, as though some hideous creature had spun a cocoon there. Breaking away from these 'sights', Kaoru looked back down the corridor, and was rewarded a couple of minutes later when he saw the familiar gait of the butler Sachi. Jumping up from the seat quickly, all too ready to be leaving as soon as he could, Kaoru went out to meet him. “Well, we've got accommodations for now,” Sachi told Kaoru, performing a half-bow like he usually did whenever they wandered outside the mansion, “Its a relatively small flat on the edges of the village, but it is much more serviceable; and then, we will see how events choose to play themselves out.”
Objectives
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To find his father
Spam level
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(9/10)