Mirage
The Vicious Killer of the Red Storm
Ninja Application

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First Name: Takeshi
Last Name: Kinzoku
Alias: The Red Storm
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Birthday: Oct 13
Sexuality: Straight
Relationships: Single
Affiliation: Boufuugakure
Rank: Village Leader
Element: Raiton, Fuuton, Suiton
Specialization: Ninjutsu, Genjutsu, Kenjutsu


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Personality: A man of few words and many strikes, he has been known to enter a battle and exit without a single sound coming from his lips. Raised as an orphan an abused as a drifter Takeshi grew up as a fighter and was forced to kill in order to survive. This warrior's mind set has taken over any kindness that he might have buried deep down was killed at a young age and he only views things in ways that can somehow benefit him in some way.

Likes: Eating, Killing, Women, Revenge

Dislikes: Peace, Talking

Motivation: Personal Benefit

Fears: Losing the ability to kill


Clan Information

Clan name Kinzoku

Bloodline Name: Kinzoku Kogei

Bloodline Ability: Kinzoku kogei grants several abilities to select members of the clan. Firstly the only members of the clan able to use these abilities must first be of at least age fifteen and been pierce through the heart by a piece of steel without knowing that he is activating his powers, thus the secret of how the powers are activate are well kept from everyone and talking about it is a high crime like treason against the clan as a whole. Those who are lucky enough to gain access to the powers of his clan’s bloodline are granted the following powers.

~Steel Skin: Taijutsu used by people of their own rank are only half as effective, physical blows used by those at least two ranks below them are completely nullified. This however is not effective against weapons for an unknown reason.

~Metal Craft: Members are able to bend metal up to the strength of steel with ease; this is not a showing of strength however but instead a subconscious restructuring of the items molecular structure. This also allows them access to the metal nature of chakra.

~Lightning Rod: The bits of the anatomy which are extremely similar to metal granted by Kinzoku kogei grant a higher affinity for raiton jutsu. This allows them more power for jutsu of those elements so that the power of raiton techniques are treated like they were one rank higher as well as the ability to be struck by natural lightning and shove the energy into the ground where it is nullified (note: This ability is not able to nullify lightning chakra and is only able to be used by A-rank and higher clan members).


Location: Boufuugakure

Clan History: Early on in the history of the ninja world the Kinzoku clan was a feared force among the ranks even before a village structure was established. The clan leader Hagane Kinzoku was a man of military mindset and craved a large amount of power, so when messengers from the land’s government came to him about combining all the local clan’s into one to create one of the first village’s similar to the one being put together in the far south, he agreed quickly since he knew that even his powerful clan would not stand a chance against multiple powerful families in an alliance. Along with a handful of other shinobi clans in the land the village of Boufuugakure was formed and Hagane’s lust for power increased even more to the point where he was willing to kill for it. Going against the wishes of his clan’s members Hagane pushed further and further toward village leadership and to overthrow the first village leader. In the end he snuck into the kage’s residence at night and instead of empty corridors and a sleeping ninja he was greeted with angry members of the Kinzoku clan.

Feeling betrayed Hagane fought his fellow clansmen brutally, killing nearly half of the clan before he was finally struck down by his own fifteen year old son with a steel spear through the skull. Since then the Kinzoku clan’s actions that day have been viewed as a great service to the village and as such have been looked at as trustworthy shinobi who will forever remain loyal to Boufuugakure.



History

History:

Note: Certain sections of this history may be considered to be rated X, I hope that does not conflict with the application being approved.

The wind blew calmly on this starless night in the Land of Storms as a woman screamed in sharp cries of pain and agony as she felt stretched and pushed past the limit that any woman should. A tear fell from her eye as she finally quit struggling and submitted to her attackers thrusts every movement feeling harder and faster as she was being split apart with no one around to hear her earlier screams. Helpless she felt him pulsating inside her and she wanted to scream again but he clasped his hand over her mouth and muted all the cries to a dull set of moans. She tried biting his fingers but to no avail as he simply used his other hand to knock her in the back of the head. After waking up the woman found herself tied up and bound with her rapist and now it seemed kidnapper since she was in an unfamiliar cave sitting across with eyes locked on her. He smiled and stood up to move closer to her. She tried to scream but only then did she realize she had been gagged as well, squirming against the ropes she tried to break loose but it seemed the rope was just too strong for her small build to handle. The man raised her pelvis in the air and got back to work where he had left off when he had knocked his prey out, this sadistic bastard had stopped back then because he wanted this whore to feel him Cuming inside her and producing offspring. She tried screaming and calling for help again but all she found herself able to do was cry while her body was being made a play thing for this man to do as he saw fit. After pulsating for a few thrusts he said something that made her eyes open wide and she tried to struggle forward away from him but he grasped her wide hips and held her on his lance as he released his warm sticky juices into her previously virgin pussy. The cries were silenced again as he knocked her out and all she was able to hear was his laughing as she fell into oblivion.

Nine months later, a child was born in the heart of Boufuugakure. Unfortunately the mother had suffered unknown concussions from the night she was raped and the pressure had passed on into the after life giving birth. The boy was taken in by other members of his clan and as he grew older switched from house to house so that he grew a deep connection to his entire extended family. As he grew he was slightly jealous of all his cousins who were able to live with their own parents and questioned constantly where his own parents were. The only answer he ever received was that he should be grateful that he had such a large clan to take care of him and that he should only think about what he can do to help strengthen Iwagakure instead of wondering about such pointless things. He grew a little bitter deep down but after reaching the age of fifteen he learnt of a great secret of his clan.

His grandfather took Tetsu out into the great canyons of the Land of Storms and told the boy to lay down on a rock with his arms spread out. Feeling a little confused Takeshi almost questioned why but the discipline he had been raised with kicked in and he obeyed his clan elder. Laying down and looking at the midday sky he wondered what was going on but his thoughts were cut off by the glimmer of a wakizashi being drawn and he tried to move but his elder used his clan’s unique ability to transmute the strong iron molecules in the stone he was laying on to form cuffs on the wrists and ankles to restrain him. He struggled but to no avail, the boy felt helpless like his mother had fifteen years ago as the short blade was risen above him so that the blade caught the sun and gave the elder the appearance of a great oni of legend. The weapon was brought down with great force which was masked by the frail looking arms of the old man with the hit target being the dead center of his heart. Fragments broke off and were released into the dead body’s bloodstream and after a few minutes the bindings were released to see if the kid would be able to get up. It seemed the boy would be left for dead and the elder walked his way back to Boufuugakure himself without attempting to take the corpse with him.

Seventy two hours passed and the crows were gathering around the nearly rotting corpse. Then as is a miracle had occurred, the child’s eyes snapped open and he gasped deeply for air in long tiring breaths. Lifting himself up after much effort the kid rubbed his wrists and cracked his extremely stiff joints. Wondering where he was and why he felt a strange new presence around the area like a new type of creature beckoning him from the shadows like an old friend he had never been able to actually hear before. He had not noticed until now that there were bits of iron floating around his hand and he freaked out and shook his hand violently and the shards fell and clanked on the ground. He then realized what had happened and was excited, he had achieved the activation of his clan’s famed bloodline trait. He rushed back to the village and was greeted as the prodigal son that had been left for dead in the wilderness that he was with a large celebration in his clan’s quarters.

It would be years before Takeshi finally understood the final points of his clan’s basic techniques but he acquired the knowledge in time and that was all that mattered. He also discovered the identity of his mother’s rapist and decided to pay his father a visit.

The man had grown old and weak in the years since his former days as a serial rapist, Takeshi was disgusted by the sight of him and made it a point to find him alone so he used the shinobi skills the academy and his clansmen had taught him to become a personal stalker. It took a few days of following but finally the old man left the red district of a sinful commoner village in the Land of Storms and retired to a hotel after being thrown out of the twenty four hour bar. Takeshi figured out the room number and snuck in before the elder was able to make it up the stairs through the window. He hid behind the door and slammed it shut after his father entered and turned the lights on. The man was shocked and grabbed his chest in pain as he began cursing the boy for sneaking into his private room. After finishing his slurs he saw the uncaring killer glare in the boy’s eyes and quickly drew his wakizashi from his waist and held it, his entire body shaking as he attempted to stand firm in failure. Takeshi found this amusing as a pathetic display of a useless thug. He lunged forward and grabbed the blunt edge of the blade and activated the ability of his clan, the blade melted under his hand and broke into unseen particles. Out of amazement the old man dropped the useless hilt and backed away into the far corner.

Takeshi was taking his time now as this was all in his control for sure now. He reached down and retrieved the weapon’s empty hilt and walked toward his sinful father while quoting scriptures he remembered from his childhood.

“The evil shall be struck down by the righteous when all comes to turn and he who is evil shall be met with demons even greater than himself in the afterlife. Those who wish to stay the true path must find these human demons and smite them of their own method and shall be granted safe passage into eternal paradise.”

Raising the weapon over his head Takeshi’s features were cast in shadows and his silver tinted hair caught the moon’s light, making it shine in the night.

“Goodbye, dad.”

The old man’s eyes grew wide as he saw the realization of the situation he was in but it was all to late. The folded blade was cast deep into the elder’s skull and crimson splattered across the wall. A worker entered the room as Takeshi tried to get a good look at his father’s face so he was forced to leave before getting to inspect the kill. As he walked away the screams roared and started a riot in the town within an hour but the boy was long gone before then.

Years passed and Takeshi grew stronger and stronger with time and pain, mastering techniques to the point that they became second nature and in one case passive as he would simply think it into happening. His metal crafting abilities grew strong and he became a respected man in both his clan as well as his village as a whole. The safety of Boufuugakure often depended on the strength of the Kinzoku clan and Takeshi, now a grown man, is hoping to become more prepared to defend his home at all costs.


RP Sample: Takeshi was a bit pissed off this hot summer's day, the heat was affecting his judgment and he was ready to do anything to break his massive streak of boredom that had plagued his life in the passing days. Raising a finger for use as a landing pad as small insects came from the sky and started to give off a series of antenna signals and smells that gave the young genin an interesting bit of information. It seemed that one of his fellow Sunagakure genin had become entangled in some kind of combat and his opponents might prove to be a bit much for him to handle on his own but the biggest shock came when he was given his comrade's name. "Chinou? But that idiot is never outmatched by other genin, perhaps this means that there is larger prey to feast on." With his tiny guide taking to the air once more Takeshi was lead through the maze of sand castle like structures that were sporadically used as housing in the land of wind until he came to a road with many people peering out of their windows to be onlookers toward the brawl that was taking place in the streets. The young shinobi took in the field and noticed several things; firstly that there was indeed bigger prey and it appeared to be a Kirigakure swordsman. Not only a swordsman but the holder of the infamous Samehada and he had already taken on the form of a shark. Takeshi was enjoying the way this fight was looking when he noticed the genin laying down and the larger and more interesting foreign nin near him. With a motion of his hand the pours between his fingers opened wider and a medium sized fleet of Kikaichuu scattered out onto the roof in even rows so that Takeshi could give them their first orders for this conflict. A quick series of hand seals were quickly thrown and Takeshi grinned as a mirror of himself was staring back into his eyes. A nod of the head was all that was needed and the two both went into separate alley ways for a closer look at the battle.

The shinobi noticed his Inuzuka comrade in a bit of a mess but he also knew that even if it was needed, helping a member of the Inuzuka clan directly in a fight would result in a quick swipe of claws across the face. So instead Takeshi allowed Chinou to help himself in his own way while he enjoyed his red thirst.

With a casual mood in his steps Takeshi walked out into the middle of the road with his hands tucked into his pockets. Turning to the shark fiend he attempted to exchange a few words as politely as he could manage. "Hello there fish man, I was unaware of any foreigners coming to Suna this fine day so might I inquire your purpose in my home? Also if you don't mind could you tell me how you are breathing oxygen with your gills rather than the combination of hydrogen and oxygen atoms that we all just call water?" With a small sense of satisfaction in his words Takeshi waited to see if his string of subtle insults would cause the brute to come at him while he still kept a close eye on the interesting man he had noticed with the passed out boy.