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Full Name: RUFIO SHOKAKOHARU
Nickname: {Nicknames or Aliases}
Age: 14
Birthdate: 10/10
Gender: Male
Height: 148.1cm
Weight: 40.2kg
Nindo: What lies behind the throne is always greater than what sits in it.~ "Lose the Battle. Win the War."
Personality: There are some who fall under the categories of twisted; abandoning the concept of human morality or decency. Among humans, terms have been coined to indentify, somewhat label the potential horrors and the depth of abysmal wickedness latent within the baser drives, beyond natural urges and nestled in the shadow of a mortal soul. Religion, Law, and Instinct exist to both conscious and unconsciously define the rarely spoken level of sheer inequity and absent of all facets of the term “good”. Those labels are for those humans who “can” be identified for the sake of human order and understanding. Then theres Rufio, the absence of light, warmth, and purity. He is what man is capable of in all intolerable levels of malice and yet no higher forces to oppose him. He is when Logic is valued over Life, Mathematics over Morality, and the Pursuit for Power and Understanding over humane standards or any conception of restraint. Everyone in his eyes is a potential test subject, including himself, all for the sake to understand, create, revolutionize, and discover all possibilities of the whole His obsession for knowledge is sensual, a one track force that dominates his every iota of his twisted life. He can shift back to a cold, calculating, and seemingly impassive demeanor at the turn of a whim. His piercing intellect, veracity in speech, and haunting ability to analyze situations so fluidly are notable enough to label him a tactical genius.
And while it may not appear so on the outside, Rufio tends to casually run algorithms, schemes, and other scenarios within his mind. His cleverness and wit pays homage to the rumored Ginkaku and Kinkaku origins within his blood, although there's nothing aside from cosmetics to validate any of it. Rufio holds no loyalties to anyone, as such to him is considered a human trait and thus illogical nor in accordance to his goals. His demeanor ranges from loud, deathly quiet, flamboyant, aggressive, odd compassion, possessiveness, and sadistic. He’ll bring harm to himself or anyone else as long as a result can be delivered. Personal attachments and of the varying sort but usually pertain only to his work. Yet, he’s known to hardly ever give a straight answer to any question, always masking even the most unassuming of intentions, even those that are in reality-trivial. Thus he is also known to be manipulative, cynical, and frequently prying into the intentions of others, regardless who it may be. Rufio looks at everyone in terms of grey, rather than white and black and looks into the motives of others, the orchestration behind events, and all the subtler things in life before he makes decisions on his own.
Village: Konohagakure
Rank: Genin
Main Class: Taijutsu
Subclass: Brawler
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Chakra Pool: [200]
Chakra Element: fire & wind
Chakra Color: Gunmetal
Chakra Materialization: Generally Rufio has been limited to just large bursts of chakra or lower ranked techniques such as water/wall walking when it comes to precise flows due to his arrogance in efficient manipulation.
Strengths:
• Stamina
• Durability
Weaknesses:
• Teamwork
• Respect for Authority
Fears:
• Peeing in public
• Marriage
Class Attributes:
• Class Attribute #1 - Upper Body Training: Physical strength slightly increased.
• Class Attribute - Willowy: Reflexes and flexibility slightly increased.
Reductions:
• Learn Taijutsu one [1] post faster.
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Personal Attributes:
• Improved and accelerated mental capabilities/Retrospective Memory: From an unusual cluster of compressed synapses forged contained in the cerebellum with smaller branches over to both the Occipital and Frontal lobes of the brain. These highly compressed synapses, which deal with the consciousness ability to take in and analysis sensory information, allow much more data to be stored via the electrical imprinting caused by the cells. Accelerating the comprehension and study of all forms of sensory information and conscious thoughts to high levels. With such speed, Rufio's mind deducts and studies everything at a pace that almost exceeds the movement and reflexes of his own body. Thus for specifics sake the brain takes in information in regards to bandwidth a 8.75 megabits per second. Rufio’s is at a blinding 13.00 megabits per second, allowing one to come up with plans, strategies, deductions, and counters. There are no physical queues but he does bear a said relaxed trait and has little body fat as his brain actually for additional energy and processing power consumes the artificial and natural sugars in the body. (approved by shinsua)
• Juggernaut - a passive trait representing the conditions of a toughened body through training and dietary supplements enhanced with chakra to increase the resistance to stress within the bones. This is done by undergoing varying but increasingly levels of stress and grueling exercises while consistently generating chakra into one’s physical form to augment natural abilities such as the muscles, ligaments, and bones. The body compensates and adapts, conditioning itself to meet the high stress standards with the process as a whole now being aided greatly with the presence and saturation of chakra, allowing the user to endure physical blows of massive strength while in turn also able to handle massive stresses of physical strain (approved by shinsua)
• Extra human physical ability / latent ability: A attribute latent within the genetics of Rufio but absent of a name, this likely spawned for his obsession with combat rather than taking time to label things. Because of unique chemical makeup that in which after the human bodies citric acid cycle to which unique produces six rather than two ATP(Adenosine triphosphate) molecules, which are the building blocks for chemical energy production. These ATP units however are extremely potent with energy and upon break up release vast amounts of fuel to the body to be dissolved longer and more progressively, giving Rufio two times the physical stamina of a common human naturally. As such, he is infamous for rarely, if ever, growing tired in short battles. A level of physical conditioning specific to Rufio possible only because of the benefits of the gene. Because his body is able to last much longer under conditions that would be deliberating to a common genin, Rufio has taken this into the benefits of more impressive and extensive training methods. Rather than focusing on speed like many taijutsu focused shinobi, Rufio devoted majority of his efforts into Strength and discovering methods to hone power and damage to an alarming degree. As such, whenever he applies himself Rufio is just as physically strong in combat as many achieve only with the removal of weights or similar forms of training. (approved by shinsua)
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Ryo: 両1000
AC: 1300
Missions Complete:
D Rank :: 0
C Rank :: 1
B Rank :: 0
A Rank :: 1
S Rank :: 0
Limitations:
• Ninjutsu : : 00 / 04
• Genjutsu : : 00 / 00
• Taijutsu Styles: : 00 / 03
• Bukijutsu Styles: : 00 / 01
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Summoning Type: {Ex. Dogs, Bears, Slugs, etc.} {If none, remove summon section}
Summon Sage: {Yes or No}
Pacts: {Ex. Dogs: Pakkun, etc. Sages do not need to list pacts}
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• x11 Senbon-The senbon was first used by doctors in acupuncture, it was then adopted by ninja and Hunter-nins to hit points on the body to ause death, deaden limbs or cause their target to fall unconscious.
• x5 Jibaku Fuda-The exploding note is a piece of parchment paper which has script on it that serves to facilitate its explosive properties. The ninja can attach the note to another object such as a kunai or log. When the note is set it begins a slow burn which results in a large explosion.
• x2 HyourouGan-When the soldier pill is swallowed, it allows the ninja to fight for several days without rest. The pill is full of proteins and a special stimulant that momentarily increases the ninja's chakra.
• x2 Fumma Shuriken-In its folded state, all four arms of the shuriken are folded together. When full unfolded the large shuriken can be thrown through the air causing great damage.
• x1 Wire-Wire can be used in several situations. It can allow the ninja to create trip wire explosive traps, it can be used in rappelling, or as a method to tie down and restrict the movement of an opponent.
• x9 Smoke Grenade-When the pin is pulled on this grenade, the result is a large explosion and the release of smoke. This allows the ninja to carry out their maneuvers in secret.
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Maruton: {Start with the following six only}
• Henge no Jutsu [ Transformation Technique ]
• Kawarimi no Jutsu [ Substitution Technique ]
• Bushin no Jutsu [ Clone Technique ]
• Suimen Hokou no Waza [ Act of Water Surface Walking ]
• Kinobori no Waza [ Act of Tree Climbing ]
• Kai [ Release ]
Katon
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Fuuton
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• {If none, remove section}
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• Wall Scaling Technique
• Spiteful Strike
• Disdainful Elbow
• Unrefined Kick
• Introverted Step
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• {Stage progression / techniques learned}
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There are many different types of stories; tales of revenge, sadness, vengeance, happiness and valor. There are some legends that are a composition of more than one type of story just as there are stories with no category at all. Thus it is plausible to foresee the existences of tales without ends as there are ones without beginnings. And then there’s Rufio’s, a prologue that refuses to accept a label, yet it is a story nevertheless. Aside from what one would typically believe, evil came unto the world not by a plummet from the sky. It did not feverously crawl from the earth, surrounded in black mist to bleed endlessly from the bowels of oblivion. It did not spawn from a particular ill-fated omen, no prelude to a dark ritual, absent of magics, void of mysticisms, present with none of the mechanics or workings that would have brought about such a magnitude of a truly black soul. None of these were the introductions to how this one came about the earth. Rather in contrast it was subtle, so indiscriminately uneventful and mundane it was partially insulting, sinister, and ironic all in synchronization. For evil was born from a womb, a benevolent mother, an absent father, into a radically unstable settlement but nothing in comparison to the rest of the neighboring territories. His coming was nothing more or short of a miracle, an uneventful period of labor and birth in the most common of practices. His growing up with hardly anything phenomenal and nothing worthy of consideration, perhaps one could refer to his periods of alleged genius, maybe even the countless records of startling I.Q. an almost sheer dominance in the act of puzzle solving, mathematics, and other sciences.That in his young life was definitely a mention of worth, but only another page is his chronology of life.The first life he took was the day he was born, because as Providence, in the spiteful viciousness the orchestrator was known for, dictated his birth should claim many. An appropriate stipend for the curse, literal blemish to the median in which happiness was stolen on his first breath. With the weltering of roses that waltzed to the toccata of crimson droplets that dried black, he stole the life of those who ushered him into the world and those linked within the matrix of discord. Of course, they could not say they were not warned or mislead. Their fate was telegraphed in the velvet whispers that reminded them of the world they guided a child into. And they could not have been happier. The second life he took was that of a commoner, a nobody in the eyes of those who embraced oblivion and sucked from Misery's treat. Captured, pulled from the trenches of where inequity flourished, bred when joined at the hip with illicit yearnings and base pleasures. Grim and Mildew, not of the literal descriptor but related to the black which waltzed whimsically underneath the soul. Bound by the ritual they could not escape, these subjects were offered in the homage of vermillion and he joined them in the oblivion. Promptly using the footstools of their lives to crawl from the black of eternal sleep, he entered naked and came back clothed in the shroud of decay.
Abruptly, sickeningly the poison of demise entered his like any other unwanted lover and ravaged the basin of a once innocent soul. One more condition to seal his fate to the keepers of death as his name sake. The third life he took was that of his lineage, for he would carry the burden of being of the exclusive. When the feud of contesting ambitions and desires broke the dam that beckoned in pandemonium. And when the lust took the participants back to the origin of madness, crimson poured in droves which the earth drank up feverently. Only did the furious screams of the slain and the chorus of protest drowned out the trickling flows that bathed the maiden of final slumber. The impression became ever lasting, unforgotten, for the taint if in a display of the world's own maliciousness, turned raven hair into permanent crimson and eyes of lavender could not be washed clean from the coinage of life that baptized them. The family was proclaimed dead on this eve. Put down by the collective of those who Hide in Grass. He did not join the mass in the sacking. No, he was not granted the liberty to have the haunting cleared of his mind. Swooped up and weighed on the table for the aftermath of slaughter, he was damned by the curse of long term scheme and plots. Thus the next life he would take was his own. In accepting the shackles of servitude he was too young to be aware of what was thrust upon him, this boy had drove the knife into the back of the life of freedom outside of the thrall of Tenri.
That was the name, Tenri, the family that adopted the love child from a family of murderers and villains into their own. Hoping he would remain ignorant, his eyes ever closed to the fact he was a puppet and tool to their sinister goals. And thus the glares, the beatings, the endless training would continue on. Until the back gave in from the exposed lashes from leather and stoning, beyond when his hands ran with more cherry than the reflected hues of his eyes. So tender and mauled that he couldn't dry the tears that waltzed around a fake smile that hid emptiness. The verbal berating and denouncing of accomplishments gnawed at ears under the veil of whispers, highlighted by the condensating eyes which mirrored their insecurity as well as his own. The crippling of his spirit progressed long after he was pulled into the shadow of one's dim quarters, instructed to oblige in their carnal impulses. He was not allowed to protest, but merely obey and remain silent as indignity ravaged him, while he wiped their seed from lips on the verge of whispering the prophecy of their bullet train into limbo. But one day...those of the Tenri were careless because for all of their own sins, they forgot of the greater one they natured. Less that he find the trigger and legacy he was born into. Woe did he ever discover that Tenri was not his blood but that of those who felt exalted enough to call themselves "Death's Keeper."
