First Name: Kurushimu
Last Name: Noado
Alias: The Chaotic Loner

Gender: Male
Age: 16
Height: 5 feet 10 inches
Weight: 140 lbs
Birthday: November 3
Sexuality: Straight
Relationships: None

Affiliation: Hyougagakure
Rank: Jounin
Element: Water, Earth, Wind
Specialization: Ninjutsu, Taijutsu, Genjutsu


Personality: Kurushimu is a very reckless and distanced person. He is quiet and at often times spaced out looking into the sky, as he believes it is the only peace he can keep in himself. He has a chaotic personality when he is in combat, not stopping until he's dead, unconscious, or the enemy is dead, though it isn't a reason to please the Bijuu inside him. Kuru is someone who would rather not fight unless prompted to, though if bored enough or he felt he should he'll jump in and mercilessly down someone.

This doesn't go without saying he has no self control. Kurushimu has full self control, until he manages to find a way to get into a violent situation. He can be reasoned with quiet well, unless he was directed otherwise. He can be more observational then social, but he isn't one who is too invested for verbal conversation unless it was for a certain reason too. When he does speak is more so opinionated, sometimes backed with facts, though others may be insinuations, he does know how to speak, he would just rather keep to himself than be around others.

Though Kuru is a very distanced person, he would throw himself in front of anything for an innocent person. Just because he doesn't like people doesn't mean he knows how to fake it. It's a long time running habit of his to keep the people who have nothing to do with political and warfare issues to be in the crossfire, even if it was as simple as a child running into a fist fight to an all out fire fight of jutsu.

Likes:

• The sky
  
• Quiet
  
• Being alone
  
• Darkness
  
• Blood
  
• Fighting
  
• The cold
  
  Dislikes:
• Talkative people
  
• Endangering innocent people
  
• Losing
  
• People
  
• Talking
  
  Motivation: Kurushimu has no real motivations, per say. He has no interest or care for things, but he does actually have one motivation that he has no entire knowledge of, and that would be to protect. He may not have to high an interest for things, but he does seem to care about protecting innocent people from being placed in harms way.
  
  Fears:
• Loss of control of Rokubi
  
• Inability to protect innocent people
  
• Fire

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Bloodline Name: N/A

Bloodline Ability: N/A

Location: N/A

Clan History: N/A



History: Born into a cold climated country isn't usually something that changes someones point of view about life, but it seems they had never met this young Shinobi. Things started ok, being a young infant and being happy, smiling often, if not ever leaving his face until he went to sleep, but as it seemed, Kurushimu was forever affected by how his life was. A smothered child, mostly by abuse into forgiving love, which created a large cycle in his daily life. He would wake up into smothering love, then as the day progressed, he would be beaten on for such menial things like having done something simple wrong, washing a dish wrong for example, was a stick across his hands, talking back was anything from a slap to a boot to his face. It was something he hated to be part of to be honest, but he would often sneak out of the house to let the cold ease his wounds.

The cold, the very most comforting and forgetful things about it, and when the cold wasn't something he could use to escape the every day hell that was his home, it was the brightly lit skies, their slowing and freely moving clouds brought a smile to his face. Then times would come of when he would get caught. Bruises, cuts, bullying from his lack of will to stand up to them, all seemed to be further distancing himself from humanity. Day after day, going to the academy, it seemed like a never ending cycle of nothing more than... well anything.

Then came a large cave, somewhat lightened by a trail of torches lining only the right side of the tunnel. It seemed odd for a tunnel to come by here, so Kuru decided he would check it out. If anything, this could easily become a nice little hiding hole for himself to use. Though he would need to get more torches here and there, it would seem to be something he could seem to care much about. As he ventured inside the cave, it seemed to become more well lit as the cave led into a large opening. There on the ground sat some kind of seal. He could hear voices from the distance, and he quickly darted inside behind some raised up stalagmites and peeked over and saw as four cloaked men, all by some sealed rock, chanting. As he watched, the rock began to ooze white chakra. The chakra soon began to fill the lining of the black colored seal and layer by layer, the seal turned from black to white.

After another few seconds of watching, the seal on the ground began to form a barrier of the same chakra, and a beast took shape from it. It's eyes blood red and the growl intimidating enough to scare nearly anyone. The four began to contain it, trying to bind it down into the seal. Something inside made Kurushimu want to step in, and he pulled out a few Shuriken and threw them at the group, phasing through the beast and passing by them. The boy ran out, right in front of the beast and a Kunai in hand. He stared straight at them, and they looked back, their faces covered by masks used by the special forces. A sudden shooting pain into his back made him turn his attention to the beast, as its form had now started to absorb itself into the boy. The four were beside themselves as they witnessed the action before them.

The rock behind them collapsed just after and revealed to be nothing there at all. A seal extraction of some sort had to have been used to pull something, whatever beast this was, as the last thing to be seen of it were it's six waving tails as it then too became slurped up into his body, and the seal mark soon to follow onto his back, spread across it completely. The white chakra veiled the boy, and he stared at them with a sinister grin and they quickly vanished. It seemed quite odd as the chakra then dispersed and a deep chuckle echoed in his mind.

As if it weren't already enough, hiding the fact he had such a destructive power had made him fully distanced from everyone; family, friends, instructors. Soon, he became the loner child, the boy who nobody liked. It wasn't as if he cared, as long as he was left alone he would be able to keep it a secret. He;d train in secrecy as well, learning to gain minimal bursts of use at a time from this creature from which he had learned was a 'Bijuu' as the creature has referred itself as. It amazed most others as well when it came time for exams, having him ace them, scoring in varying spots of the top three for every exam he took. He soon became a Chunin at age 11, then advanced at age 13 to a special Jounin, and then at 15 to a regular Jounin. After about a year, he disowned his own family, having been fed up with everything, and rather the solitude of being the undiscovered Jinchuriki in the village. Thous it only seemed the higher powers in the village knew of this, of which he never had known about himself until a few months into his promotion to a regular Jounin. From there, it only seemed fitting he play oblivious to knowing it, keeping it hidden seemed to be the best for everyone.

RP Sample: He stared with interest at the cloaked figures ahead, wondering what they could be doing. His red orbs had become brightened as the rock the figures were staring at had lit up with the same seal pattern as he had noticed was imprinted on the ground. The light seemed to pour into the ground, transferring it from one to the other. "What the hell is going on?" He wondered, watching the spectacle before him. Suddenly the chakra began to surge out of control, bonding and forming itself to a transparent form of a 6 tailed beast. His eyes widened as he looked to the group and they began to cast Jutsu on it to contain it.

Before he knew it, he had his hand extending from his pocket, his shuriken in hand. He smirked and looked to his hand, then back over and through the shuriken, hitting the rock behind them. Their binding jutsu's stopped at that moment and he ran, dashed actually, through the beast, and holing his kunai up in a defensive stance. "Leave it alone!" He yelled, just before a sharp pain stuck his back. He peeked over his shoulder to see the beast had stabbed its' paw through his back, and soon the beast began to flow into his body, being absorbed as if his body was a sponge. The last thing the 5 of them saw of it, was the six tails being sucked in with the rest of the beast.

A burning feeling in his back began to bring quite a bit of pain, as even the symbol of the beast that had been attempted to have been sealed from was being rewritten into his body. "Enjoy yourself boy." Words he had heard just before the white aura that was the beast had surrounded his body. He looked to the other 4 with a sudden grin and his anticipation to kill them had grown, and they vanished, only leaving the impression of cloaked and masked men to be a reminder of something to be aware of at any sudden point.


Source: FTRPG

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