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First Name: Kallen
Last Name: Senju
Alias: The Fallen Oak
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 124 lbs
Birthday: July 3
Sexuality: Bi-sexual
Relationships: Looking
Affiliation: Oura
Rank: Jounin
Element: Wood; Water, Earth
Specialization: Ninjutsu; Genjutsu, Fuuinjutsu
Personality: In a manner of other beings she will regard most with a sign of convicted resentment, she does not socialize much with those she knows she cannot trust. Once deserving of her trust she will talk to heart’s content but that is only when she has reached such a point as to deliver such words. Tests of trust range on multiple levels so each one is quite different. As per how she hates those who are against pro-life dictates how she hates those who are bounty-hunters because most who leave merely wish to make a life for themselves and of course there are few exceptions but she is not making excuses for them in this case.
To top it off; she is generous, sweet, and kindhearted; a bit of a narcissist, and above all loves to destroy beautiful things. Kallen is an honest and bright individual. At times when she chooses to be doing something it is normally running errands or messages around the hideout or she is merely training. Even with these things, she has found that she is prone to being ordered to do things though she can succumb to boredom, unless pressured into it. She does not like being under the command of someone though, so therefore it does take some time for her to notice the commands; however that has not been a problem since receiving membership in the Ouraborous.
Wherein she has learned that respecting the individual giving the commands always has a reason, since she too has found herself giving them although she does test those who try to do the same to her. Those who fail the test are deemed weaker and could possibly be deemed the art that she despises the most, but if it is a mere flaw of skill and not a demeaning thing then they have in a way passed the test. Power is one of the few selfish things that Kallen does not strive for but it is the power to better herself and strengthen her inner bonds that she does find content in. Power to protect those she cares about and those that she deems too beautiful to die, it is the one thing she truly never understood about a terrorist’s philosophy of beauty.
Such a thing that is judges multiple times and yet to be blown up selfishly, such was something that the Fallen Oak could not do nor admire for as long as she could live. As a result, when compared to those filthy terrorists she has grown quite stubborn as of late. In disagreements, fights, and arguments her actions are playful at times and even with this she still finds time to be herself in the world of violence.
Likes: Gardening is peaceful, it is something that can ease the mind and relax the soul, as can many other fun activities. Fighting and training the mind and body are also individual materials that can supply the being with great success. Kallen also likes the sound of the piccolo, a small musical instrument that relishing the sounds of it, presents her with the best orchestra of musical performance. Along with this would be the factors that she enjoys the way life is, the way it grows even after death.
Dislikes: Disliking bounty hunters she had always held a sense of justice. Even though she is now turned “evil” she believes what she goes after is a good thing so bounty hunters are forever hated by her. Another thing she dislikes is a ninja who used Kenjutsu, a ninja should use jutsu, it is her belief that those who utilize Kenjutsu and Taijutsu are not true ninja so she hates them. Along with such things is the beneficial factors that she hates the sound of string instruments. Their noise is a screech to her ears and she hopes to crush each instrument of the string family.
Motivation: To live, it is the most prosperous unity that all beings can live under. So there in she absolutely enjoys the beneficial need to live. Along with this motivation are the factors behind it. To live for one’s self, to live for one’s pleasure, and to live for one’s demise. All three are factors to her motivation and for them she gathers and pursuits them with the utmost will to serve whether as an unwilling slave or a willing servant.
Fears: The fear of the cold, she hates it and since her knowledge of such cold is to the point of fearing it she always is reminded of her home. A tad homesick at times she had left for all good cause and reason. For these factors she remains as she is and for that her fear of the icy cold will keep her from ever entering the lands of glaciers on her own free will, she will have to be dragged there by her partners in crime or ordered by the head of the Oura to go there.
Senju Bloodline Name: Mokuton
Bloodline Ability: Mokuton Wood Style is an advanced nature kekkei genkai that combines earth and water-based chakra natures to create wood, or complete trees. This ability can also be used to create other aspects of trees, such as seeds or flowers. Wood Release techniques can be produced from anywhere, including the user's body, as the user's chakra is literally converted into a source of life. Wood Release Techniques Mokuton no Jutsu are commonly affiliated with the Snake seal. due to their many battles with the uchiha they have a natural resistance to genjutsu that reduces genjutsu used against them by 1 rank. The Mokuton jutsu is rather difficult to control and thus only chuunin and above are able to use it. members can choose not to have earth and water as elements but if they do not have them they will not be able to use wood style.
Location: Kusamuragakure
Clan History: The Senju clan descended from the younger of the two sons of the Sage of the Six Paths who was born with the "body" of the Sage, inheriting his father's strength of will and physical energy and believed that love was the key to bringing peace to the world. The Sage grew to favour the ideals of his younger son over those of his older son, who believed that power alone was the true key to finding peace. Therefore, on his deathbed it was the younger of the two brothers that the Sage chose to name as his successor. The elder brother, bitter and hateful at having being denied what he felt was rightfully his to inherit, attacked his younger sibling. The Uchiha clan would descend from the elder brother, resulting in the bitter centuries-long rivalry between the Senju and the Uchiha.
he Senju clan gained their fame in the era before the founding of the hidden villages. Where other clans focused on mastering one particular skill, the Senju were prodigious in all skills, from ninjutsu, to taijutsu, to genjutsu. Because of this, they were as "the clan with a thousand skills" which gave them their name "Senju" (a thousand skills", or "a thousand hands").
The Senju's place at the top of the shinobi world was undisputed, but there was one clan that was able to stand up to them: the Uchiha clan. Whenever one country hired the Senju, their enemies would hire the Uchiha, and vice versa. This led to a rivalry between the two clans.
The Senju clan, grew tired of the fighting, and a peace treaty was formed with the Uchiha clan. The two clans came together to stop fighting. The Senju settled in the Cherry Blossom Country, and the Uchiha moved to the Ocean Country. Due to thier lack of a basic kekkai genkai at the time the Senju clan all but disappeared the lines between them and other clans becoming dimmer and dimmer until eventually the clan dissapeared. An occational person can be found with these abilities but overall it's extremely rare for people to have any ability contained by the Senju clan, but it does happen and not just in thier original country several villages have claimed to have a ninja that holds these abilities.
History: Kallen Senju was born out of the trees, or so the legends proclaim about the start of her existence. She was born just prior to the death of the latest shinobi world war. Her parents had gone to the war itself, even though she was born into the small village hidden in the jungle. It was unmentionable to say that she was able to fend for herself and in truth she was raised by the house keeper of the home while her parents fought in some distant land without any idea that their child was learning, was growing, was even alive at this point.
Her parents, Tondar and Velci Senju both died in the battle, leaving the daughter to be the new head of the family and achieve the rightful place as its heir. Her caretaker happened to be her cousin, one to whom Kallen was able to confide everything in, give all her own soul to if need be and she most certainly would have if the choice had presented itself . However, Orie never learned of her parents death till years later when she was old enough to know about it, to know and learn of it and not be dragged into strife.
Kallen was a bright and innocent baby, one of which would already be appearing as though she loved the snow. Her first eye contact was with the snow and even with the way it sparkled in the sun, the way it absolutely felt too be cold for the first time until she had grown accustomed to it in the presence of the harsh winters and mild summers in this snowing place. The never ending snow that fell to the ground with an absolute pardoning to the likely hood of it. She absolutely enjoyed the weather no matter what happened to be on her mind and in the end she would enjoy it all the more as she would be one of few children to play in the snow without frostbite after so long.
It was impractical to believe that a child could remain in the dangerous nights of the jungle without proper protection however to Kallen she absolutely loved it, the feel of the humid air and the dangerous animals that just rested with her as if she were their cub was the breathtaking art she could never give up nor pardon from. This was her child hood, her growing years as to absolutely find peace in the ways the weather made her feel. The gracious feeling of the air surrounding this place was far from over in her heart. She would always be a smiling child, though her skin had grown cold, an opposite effect from being too accustomed to the humidity.
Kallen would find herself a single friend in this land, a boy she absolutely admired and grew up with. Eventually the two of them would become academy students inside the academy for ninja development within the solid wooden walls of Kusamuragakure at the age of six. It was the same time that she had been told of her mother’s and father’s deaths and this held a critical effect on her. The mere knowledge that her parents had died made her want to kill herself and as it so happens she had found a very sharp crystal. Even so young she knew what it meant to take your life, to her it meant seeing mommy and daddy again, to the family it meant no successor to the clan.
The young girl, Kallen Senju, would stab her leg, cleanly in the thigh on the upper portion, however the crystal she had used, it was the family heirloom that remained as a family crystal and a family artifact no less. It was then that she awakened her abilities slowly for chakra concentration and with control and practice the deadly wood release as well. Her abilities were quite unmatched in the academy as many of the other students were quite jealous of her and eventually after four years she had graduated with top marks performing well with the abilities she owned and thoroughly obtained.
As only rookie ninja, the team she was assigned was one of few however her lifelong friend was there with her to the end. The boy, of which she shared her first kiss with the same day that they took the long dreaded survival exercise against their teacher, and one other, was a part of the team of hopeful genin. Having to take a teacup off a table she had grown considerably fond of her wood jutsu, already able to make as high as C ranked wooden spires she had performed it as her one greatest skill. Choosing to be the one distracting enough against the sensei to which her team had easily passed the test, being the only genin team during her time there in.
The team did extraordinarily boring missions; every one of them ranging from pet care to search and rescue. Although some were more enjoyable than others she still found them very boring however she never spoke against it, instead she continued to learn, to continue knowing and training for the day the team would become chuunin. It was highly practical for the events that would unfold and there in the boy and her were ever closer. Sharing many dates even as they slowly grew up before the eyes of all those to see. At the age of thirteen, they had their first chance to become chuunin.
Of course the test was far too great, the team sent off on a B rank intelligence gathering mission was far too great for the team of genin to handle. The team however was met with an ambush, seemingly Lady Kallen was the only one taken hostage, the other two harmed and one dying in the process to get back to the village. The boy who was her lover made it back in time to realize it was a coup de tat and a strong one at that. He never lasted a minute upon his return before his head went rolling in the grass. Precariously the woman who took care of Kallen was also able to find her anywhere she was, and happened upon her when merely seeing her being escorted from one spot to another.
Kallen, manipulated by the coup de tat men had happened to be the attacker against her own care taker, the very woman she had found hope in and therein found a peace within. However such a peace did not last as the blades of kunai, the explosions of paper bombs filled the night’s air. The sounds devastating enough to blow open ear drums while she, Kallen, would summon up her wooden abilities to devastate the woman. It was through constant bombardment that she elevated to the rank of chuunin, killing the woman who had cared for her during so many years.
Kallen became the servant for the new daimyo, a slave of sorts while retaining all knowledge she was allowed to train her art, to train her jutsu no matter what and in the end she was branded a slave by her master’s tattoo along her left side of the body. The tattoo was the only thing that marked her aside from her own scar that now looked more like a snowflake day by day. She would wind up going on assassination missions with the master, with the daimyo, as per her training to higher standings within her own knowledgeable basis.
Kallen’s mind, as it would happen to be, would be the one thing she continues to pursue in her life of servitude. As it so happened she was expected to perform three killing moves against her master’s three ashamed generals who failed results. The fight was intense as it had lasted most of the night. Each of the three generals were great at using raiton and water jutsu combinations. Even earth jutsu was involved with the turn up of abilities between the three of these generals. However, she was a master fighter of the Senju jutsu, and with use of devastating techniques that drained her chakra plenty she would find such availability an accurate sign of knowledgeable growth.
The end was arriving; her knowledge well surpassed what was to be expected of the young slave girl. However, she would discover something in her trades of the historical documents, her parents were not ordinary ninja, no, they were ninja set up and well rounded to being the next successors to the daimyo-ship of the land of Jungle. Something crucial like this was something she had never learned from the caretaker that had loved her as a mother would love a daughter. This was the turning point for Kallen in the longest road to take.
Kallen however would not plot her revenge yet, no she had ideas and plots to her mind and was never thought of to be a soon growing assassin. Many who had touched her or even attempted to wound up dead due to the new Daimyo’s orders. However, she was still his slave, that had the main reasoning behind it, and every night she would find a note, soon after her Jounin level promotion and included to this was the knowledge of herself becoming seventeen years of age. She was a slave for five long years to this point, plenty of time for idiots to get the wrong idea.
Slowly as she had grown she would be the personal toy of the man, ripening at the age of eighteen but the master had a plan and a twisted plot. His plot was to await the twenty first-birth date before the young maiden whom was his slave would be the toy most desirable for a man in his position. However even with this said she still took missions, still did the chores and above all she still partook in the training as if nothing ever happened here, as if she learned nothing. It was fortunate to say she was quite the trickster to wear so many faces in this alternate reality.
Kallen would equivalently recognize the signs of the aging man’s progression, he had slowly waned his watch over her but it was not time to kill him yet as she had watched him, mainly taking in all sleeping patterns of him while she was rooms away. Only listening to the crooks of the bed did she get the full picture and as such she also noticed one more thing, there were more slaves’ bodies being buried. The master’s lust truly was a despicable thing to her while she thought through the plan for two very long years.
Senju Kallen would be trained in the arts that her own master was trained in. She had never known his origin till now, and it was what the aging fool's dying wish was to be as he revealed he was from Hyougakure. It was a crazy thing to believe in and yet during the two years she was waiting she would learn what to gather of this skill and she would attempt to learn the jutsu made for the Water Users of Hyougakure. Her training only allowed her to learn more of the skills from her own village of the advanced Suiton set useful to destroy the foes she would aim to destroy in the two years later on.
Once the two years were up, it was time. The timing was perfect, however she had played it right she would still wait, having the master have his way with her body. All the while she did not flinch, she did not run away for she knew her time would come and for the time being she found no enjoyment in the primate that mated with her. He was so low that he was no longer a man in her eyes and would remain as low as the scum of the earth to her and therefore no matter how well it was portrayed she hated every fiber of this man.
No longer was she a naïve child, for her eyes would always be forward and towards the prize she looked as the three years of being the personal toy of the man with an unconceivable lust portrayed itself. She would wind up destroying this man, taking him apart and impaling him inside out but not before giving him the night of his life. She actually made herself enjoy that night, her freezing skin and yet soft touch retained the two of them and she satisfied him long-last before killing him. Destroying his insides with it and impaling him inside out.
It would be now that she would wreck havoc to all that the tyrant had built up and from there she would never allow another soul to become a slave to the man again. The deadly souls here were accustomed to violence and she wiped each of them out, the very men and women who took arms against their own country thirteen years ago, were destroyed and unrecognisably so. Torn to shreds by the very wood that she was allowed to train for the years that had come up to this point. She would flee from this land however, for it was no longer her home to rule as she would escape to be a criminal she was.
Her work is only starting and it is now only going to become more difficult for her life to continue down the path of the righteous one, she would continue on and she would not allow anything to detour her path. She walks one that few do, and her cold heart and yet warm kind touch would bring about the new day a couple years later that would become the presently known era of Lady Death. Since her own coup de tat, she was there in known as the Fallen Oak and yet to the rebels she was known as the “Bringer of the Wooden Death” and whomever sleeps with her would eventually wind up dead as the first love, and the first time both had become as she joined the Ouraborous from that point on.
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The time was past, and it was here that Jojo of the Hanakora took refuge within this realm of logical thought of the plane. She would be positioned inside the inner workings of her very own sanctum, the Flower Clan’s specific refuge spot where in one notices that they have the contingency of such a divine working and workmanship that one notes that this garden, this area of tranquility was an ideal meditation spot. Jojo would ease her mind at the correct moments, as she would find that she alone was able to succeed at this. With her eyes dimly shut and breathing in moments of proper respect, she found her way to fully succeed in the momentum at such an issue as it were.
Her mind at the ready she would pop her neck lightly and eventually she even found the nerves in her own mind to pin point and enter that which she kept at lock down with her own mindset. A sound to the east, this sound was something she truly could not position to her own, as she would widen her eyes. The sound was that of kunai flying through the air. A sound resembled much like that of a symphony in the wind as she would slam her hands down, without trouble, and flip backwards. This motion would flip her backwards to where she did the theatric back flip and the stress entered her bodily flow. The tattoo along her forehead began to glow as a single thought that was not her own would slip into her consciousness, “Kill.” This was something that she did not have experience with as her hands went at the ready with a fighting stance where she had beaten her wrists against each other making their own residual sound amongst the wind.
The same words, the same voice that ordered her to kill before spoke, “You don’t want it to end here do you?” As if on a cue, the assassin had rose out of the flowers and held a sword while a hand sign in the other hand. The rat hand sign and that would quickly register, as she would jump backwards once more thinking in her mind, “No, I don’t want it to end here, never.” The demonic voice within would gruffly say, “Then accept this token and let forth your rage. I will allow you to live only so long as you kill the assassin, NOW!” The power filled her and she lost herself. The rage, the hatred, the pain all collapsed on her as she would have her eyes hesitantly darken and the glow among her forehead’s tattoo increased. The assassin performed a body flicker technique and the blade, the blood-crusted blade, began to fall upon her neck. A blade that had the collapsible power could kill her as it were but something dark happened, Jojo became lost in the rage, the darkness, the pained feeling of her heart. Seemingly, this darkness could not go away…
“What the hell, why is it not cutting?” The afraid voice would ask, as the body of Jojo would be cloaked in a very audible and dark cloak. Like a static among a radio, the cloak did the same with the darkness whipping about the air that it were. The frail girl lost inside the darkness of chakra that encompassed her as the darkness took hold and siege among her body to charge forward among its own agenda. The left hand would grip that blade and as it did Jojo herself would feel it among her skin, fibers of the blade being pulled apart and rusted away as the eyes of the being looked into those whites of the assailant. Jojo wanted to say, “Don’t do this, do not kill him.” However, such a voice was unheard as one’s own body was being controlled. Jojo had no control of her actions but those of the translucent attacker ability.
What would happen to her, would she descend into darkness without a single reason to live anymore? This question floated the darkness as the iridescent laugh of the beast could be heard. The bijuu was alive, well, and wishing for blood. Jojo would widen her eyes as the hand came crashing through and destroyed the left arm of the being she had thought was an assassin. This being was only a trainer, her personal jutsu trainer of the water arts. Jojo yelled, “Don’t kill him. He has done nothing wrong, he is a trainer, my teacher!” but her voice could not be heard. It was a single zap of the static that meant nothing as the being who had control of her body laughed and the voice of him filled her, “You pitiful girl, you who wonders about in this terrible existence. You thought you could just keep me from killing someone. Our deal was for my power you would allow the death. There are no take backs from what I give you.
Such beings like this could not be allowed to continue to live; it just could not be so. Yet it was and she found this hard to accept, as she would witness the hand, her frail pure white hand, plunge into the being that she considered sensei and judged true for the sins she would feel that beating pulse of blood within his being. The blood of someone filling the darkness as her hand had crashed through the stomach. Through that flaccid piece of meat and into the being of which it traveled, burning kidney and bone alike, as it would grip that spine. Hard and rough to the touch while each malleable vein and tendon would flake it. Her hand would collapse over such a bone and into which she would grip it, puncture it with her fingers, completely she would destroy the possibilities of rolling their life away. This being would be one to fully find their life as condensed into death. Jojo witnessed the death and the darkness of the veiling black cloak would transcend into nothing as the glow on her eyebrow disappeared. She would be fearful and ripping her hand out of the body she backed away from the body and cried, holding herself together as it rained, the blood and precipitation flowing together along her being and arm…
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