First Name: Kaze
Last Name: Hamada
Alias: N/A

Gender: Male
Age: 17
Height: 5’ 10”.
Weight: 176lbs.
Birthday: 1st of September.
Sexuality: Straight.
Relationships: N/A

Affiliation: Kusamuragakure.
Rank: Chuunin.
Element: Suiton-Water, Katon-Fire, Raiton-Lightning.
Specialization: Ninjutsu, Taijutsu, Kenjutsu.


Personality: Kaze comes off as a kind and helpful young man, though, there is always a plan or method behind his deeds. This so called “method” is to gauge and observe those around him and his surroundings, just in case something goes wrong. He is at times, hard to talk to as he isn’t one for small talk, but truly engaging conversations can prove to be an ice breaker of sorts. Though serious at times his mood lightens up when around beautiful or attractive women, one could call him a young lecher as his hands can tend to “wander” to places they should not. A young lecher, a trustworthy friend, a person one can always count on for aid, questionable at times buy loyal to the cause.

Mission time, nothing could be more serious to him, almost nothing gets in the way of the mission. His fathers strict training and harsh lessons of discipline have given him an icy heart during such times. Only if a teammate is in dire need will he consider abandoning the mission or not, while civilians that can be caught in a crossfire are secondary to none. His style of dealing with criminals borderlines a sadistic nature, preferring to use arrows. His views on death and killing are ice cold always saying: “If I hadn’t killed them they would have killed me or my teammates.”

Likes: Born of the Hamada bloodline he enjoys the company of spiders over that of most humans. Instruments capable of producing beautiful tunes, melodies and the like, he even plays a sitar from time to time. Sweet foods is a favorite over most others, especially sweet fruits, candy and vegetables. Women, simply put he can’t resist a woman who is beautiful, eloquent or extensively attractive, often having lewd thoughts of these particular women. He takes his training sessions very seriously, to the point of collapsing from exhaustion and makes good use of the time he may be out of commission to rest.

Dislikes: Autonomous creations, anything false that is to portray a living person or thing, if possible he will try hard to destroy it. He doesn’t like children deeming their presence to be a nuisance and plain out annoying. He will never abide by unnecessary violence or the suffering of those who can’t defend themselves. As mentioned before he has a particular hatred for criminals and enemy shinobi. Sourness whether it be a type of food or just someone’s attitude.

Motivation: From a young age his father has always taught him to strive for the completion of a goal or mission no matter the cost. Rarely has he tossed his father’s teachings to the four winds in order to help another in need. His drive to hunt criminals was caused by the death of a trusted teammate who died from their injuries, just because he had to finish the mission, he has never forgiven himself. His drive is twofold, complete the mission and to destroy evil men wherever they may be found. To become stronger is the only way he can accomplish both and so he trains himself nearly to death to bring about this result, an extension of his father’s method of teaching.

Fears: Birds, years ago when he was young a group of shinobi though young themselves they were still older and more experienced thought to play a prank. The joke was cruel, locking him into a large walk-in cage of birds one pitch black night, the true moment of terror came when they startled the birds by violently waking them with firecracker-like explosives causing the birds themselves to bring out their claws and beaks. He was 6 years old getting pecked and scratched at before a group of real shinobi came to his rescue releasing the birds into the night before treating his wounds. He now shares a hate and fear relation with birds of any and all shapes and sizes.



Bloodline Name: Kumogatarui no Seido

Bloodline Ability: It allows the members to live in harmony with spiders and utilize spider-like jutsu in combination with their Kyujutsu.

Location: Kusamura.

Clan History: The Hamada have been around since the beginning of Kusamura. They roamed through the jungle living a very ascetic lifestyle. In time they were forced to end their way due to enemy intruders that were attacking the jungle. In order to use the jungle to their advantage and their great climbing skills they trained themselves to use Kyujutsu, a feat later known as the signature specialization of the Hamada. In combination with their Kekkei Genkai they managed to force the intruders to pull back and leave the jungle alone. The next generation of Hamada didn't live an ascetic life and instead kept training to become a clan that would be recognized through the jungles of the Cherry Blossom Country.



History: 1,314 words.
Upon the night of his birth a bright and bloody harvest moon hung over the head of Kusamuragakure and it's thick surrounding jungles, his hair white as snow, his eyes as bright red as that very moon. Only his mother shared the feature of his white hair while his father bore the same tan skin as he did, but his eyes, some saw it as an omen while others saw it to be a perfect factor to strike fear into his enemies hearts, so unnatural, so strange yet hypnotic. Kaze’s childhood was lonely for most of the parents who also had children close to his age saw the eyes as a sign of misfortune or evil and so he and his father would train alone. Age 5 is when his training began, the training was hard and restless at first till he could barely hold himself up after just a few hours and still his father forced him to train by whipping him with a slivered piece of bamboo. Four young Shinobi nearly 5 years older than the 6 year old Kaze promised him a spot among their "elite" academy student gang if he was up to a simple task, spend one night in a cage, he had no idea what was inside. He could hear light flaps and beatings of something light and feathery, bright lights flashed with deafening bangs and pops surrounding the cage before a storm of feathers, claws and beaks attacked him, all he knew was pain and fear at that moment, an unknown enemy in numbers he couldn't hope to stop, voices of authority shouted and cursed tearing open the metal door of the cage as the sound of feathered wings fluttered away into the one of blackest nights he ever knew in his life. 7 years of age is when Kaze successfully performed the first and easiest of his clan's Kekkei Genkai, nearly choking on that strange golden liquid, the next step was to hit a target ten times out of ten, he failed miserably and was beaten with a larger sliver of bamboo before bleeding, one piece of advice his father gave to him which kept him from feeling outright hatred for his father, "Failure is the first step to success, and the beatings is what awaits if you can't protect those close to you...only a thousand times more painful." that was the first and last time he had seen his father shed a tear.

A boy of 12 lay sprawled out before the 10 year old young man with a bloody nose and bruised cheek, he huffed heavily as his right eye had been slightly blackened, returning home a strong tan skinned fist connected to his bottom jaw knocking him face first in the dirt, "What the hell!?" is how he responded to his father who stood over him, "It doesn't feel so good having someone stand over you in triumph, does it?" scorn painted his face as those red eyes glared at his father who questioned him soon after, "Are you mad, my son?" spitting out the accumulated saliva in his mouth "Yes!" he replied in anger "Do you hate me?" the same angry look in his young eyes, "Yes!" his father knelt before him, "No, no you don't...not yet." gritting his teeth before barking back, "I do! I hate you!" the boy’s father stood before responding to his son, "Then take that anger and hit those damn targets!" Kaze stormed off to the back of the clan's home compound finding the targets his father spoke of, he gave no hesitation to make more arrows out of that same golden liquid grabbing one of the training bows before filling a human shaped target with those arrows, each shattering moments after contact not a single one missing their mark, before he fired the last arrow he heard clapping, slow but constant before he turned around, his father stood there clapping with a smile on his face, "Now my son, do you hate me?" the bow nearly slipped from his grip before clutching it tightly, but not in anger not in the least "No...I don't." his father proceeded back inside still smiling. Their Sensei was late and the young man now of 14 year old stood with his two comrades just a year older than he decided they would escort the trader themselves, it turned into a disaster after a days worth of journey, the small caravan was attacked, his two comrades fighting a criminal of their own before disappearing from sight in the thick brush of the jungle, a large burly man stood over his fallen form while he clutched at a kunai his enemy raising high his blade before Kaze drove it home, through the bottom jaw into the brain the man falling over dead, his teammate Ishizu screamed for him as both her and the trader knelt beside his friend Ibiki, his green hair was red and sticky, the criminal having slammed his head against a tree with enough force to split his head open, the trader turning to him "Your friend has to be taken back to the village now." Kaze shook his head before patching his friend up the best he could, "I have to get you to your destination or the mission is failed." the middle-aged trader looked between the two before begrudgingly agreeing with him as they were carrying medicine for a sickened village both he and Ibiki clutched each others hands as he swore he'd be back. The trip took less than a full day before he hurried back, he found them but Ishizu held to Ibiki tightly sobbing her own red hair intermingled with Ibiki's, his head slumped against hers, Kaze could only mutter a single word, "Ibiki..." Ishizu stood before yelling at him as high as her lungs would allow, "Why the hell didn't you take him back! Why?!" he stepped forward as her fists collided with him pounding on his chest as she cried falling to his knees while she tightly clutched his waist still asking that same question "why, why...why" it echoed in his mind for who knows how long, for all he knew it could have been a thousand years or more. The same day their Sensei found them guiding them back home to deliver the news, he saved nearly a hundred lives at the cost of a friend's, if there was one thing he remembered Ibiki had severed two fingers, and so his hunt began. No one knew he even left the clan compound or the village under the cover of darkness hunting down the criminal monster who killed his friend, not a day later he found the man huddled next to a fire clutching a rag to his hand cursing under his breath as an arrow pierced his leg sending him into a screaming fit, he looked up into the tree recognizing Kaze from before he stood trying to scramble away before falling over on top of the arrow causing him to scream louder from pain, he turned onto his back holding a sword in front of him while Kaze knocked another arrow piercing the arm making him drop the sword, as speculated before those eyes drove a powerful fear into this criminal monster before begging for mercy, "Please! Please don't do this... PLEASE!" was the last word he could say before a third arrow found it's mark through his skull. He returned home asking Ibikis' family for their forgiveness but as a monk he met had told him "The hardest thing to do is to forgive yourself for what has happened." he told the monk he could do no such thing as he failed a teammate, he had failed his best friend and he swore he'd never let it happen again to another living soul.

RP Sample: In the dead of night a window burst open, the glass nearly shattering as the winds howled and banged the window again and again. The young man once sleeping woke with a start rushing to the window to close it, finally it was shut and he was sure it would stay shut this time for this was the third time tonight. He glanced at the clock reading 1:15 A.M. he grumbled to himself hearing the window begin to creak, he turned to the window before realizing the sound had not come from the window at all but from his closet, “There’s nothing in there,” he thought to himself, the door opening as he heard another creak from it and then growling before rushing for his bedroom door grasping the door knob with all his might to force it open to no avail as the creaks and growls continued, “GET ME OUTTA HERE!” he yelled before the door burst open a monster growling in his face causing him to fall back onto his bottom as a maniacal cackle sounded from the beast only human sounding, the young man’s brother stood there taking the mask off laughing as the commotion roused both parents from their bed. The younger brother was allowed to stay in the room of the parents while the older brother stood there in the doorway about to leave for his own room before he heard the creaking door and growls himself, curiosity got the better of him as he crept to towards the slow opening door calling out two separate names belonging to friends before the door violently swung open red eyes glaring him down before being ripped inside, the door slamming shut as he was never seen or heard from again.



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If you want to be a Chuunin then put Chuunin under your rank.
You don't need to put the translation next to the elements. Also Raikyuu should be Raiton.
Kekkei Genkai isn't a spec, removing it and chose something else, weaponry is known as Kenjutsu.

Fixed.