You can't really distinguish Mokuntaku from other men his age. He has the same flaws everyone else has, while normally happy he is not immune to anger and depression. He is normally quite joyous and jolly, waiting for the next moment to come and find what experiences it shall bring. He spends his time hanging out with his friends and never really has problems with anyone; that one guy in the whole school that can just have a good time with anyone he meets and never really run into any complications.

He tends to enjoy getting out of the village and exploring, learning what he can about the surrounding landscape and its nature. He is prone to disappearing into the wild for weeks at a time and emerging better nourished than even the people with wealthy and over-protective families. Nature is his mother's breast, his never-ending bank of nutrients, and every time he goes off into nature he tends to find a new adventure; be it a new cave, new type of animal or plant, or even some sort of anomaly.

"He is just the sweetest little thing ever!" That phrase is all too familiar to Moku. He tends to be very caring and loving towards his friends and family, but nothing compares to the love he has for his friend, Ryujin. He never in his life would forget to be sure Ryujin was looked after at all times; this reflects on how he is with all of his loved ones. He is very protective and passionate, giving gifts bought from his Shinobi salary and constantly able to tell when someone is upset.

A rather shocking contrast from the rest of Moku is his obsession to correct. One could call him an extremist problem solver. Moku will and can go to nearly any length to solve a problem he sees. It could be sparked from an utter refusal to take part in what is incorrect. If he believes that there is a problem in regulation, or that someone was incorrectly prosecuted and charged of a crime, or anything related or similar to either, not much can stop his resolve to fix it. Sometimes this causes him to be irrational. If he has a belief, even if he is WRONG, unless someone proves he is wrong he will not withdraw or back down from his purpose.

The next aspect of Moku’s personality could be called his feral instincts to survive. Though he would gladly and willingly give his life for someone he loves, Moku values his life over that of any stranger or unknown cause. It was sparked through his time spent alone in the Jungle where he did many things he was not proud of in order to survive and once more be with his loved ones. To further the goals he had, to achieve, and to more or less tell the world “fudge you for thinking you can bring me down. Good luck.” Self-preservation, or selfishness? His actions will determine this.

Distrust. Probably caused by his goals to protect and to survive, Moku does not trust the world. Not to be mistaken, he is not constantly suspicious of everyone. Rather, he accepts nothing as the absolute truth. No one’s sole word is enough, and this causes a certain awareness of his surroundings. Not just people, but objects and landscapes. Moku can trust his safety and his loved ones’ safety to no one, so he is constantly on the lookout for anyone or anything that could endanger that. Whether it be a lain out trap, a dangerous animal, or a simple white lie, he is constantly on the watch for signs.

These last three things I have discussed could be Moku’s darker characteristics. There is one more thing I will tell you guys. He is ambitious. He has many goals and is constantly scouring for ways to complete them. He wants to be a figure in the world and wants to be known. Not famous, rather, he simply wants to be a leader. Something he was born to do, and while not his highest priority, something he strives for. He calls it personal success. The material and emotional satisfaction that can come from positions of leadership, and the knowledge that he is making the world better for people are what fuel this part of his mind.

The Shikotsumyaku has to do with controlling the calcium deposits on the bone of the user, and by using chakra, stimulating the growth of the bone.  Put simply, the user can extend bones through their skin, allowing for the use of their bones as weapons, forming and shaping them to their best fit.  These bones are the strongest and hardest substances known to Shinobi, and as such are very difficult to crack or break.  Users can also produce them so sharply that they form blades (details given in jutsu)

This mutation of the Kaguya clan are very different from the known branch the Canon character Kimimaro was in, and thus, the Shikotsumyaku has undergone a few mutations, with their bones seeming strange and untamed: not uncontrolled, just the visual effect of them seeming wild.  Unlike other Kaguyas, this mutation can also create joints and  move them with the same precision and control as the rest of their real body. (Obviously only for higher level techniques)

An extension of the bone manipulation of the Shikotsumyaku, the Kaguya kekkei genkai. By further increasing the control over one's body (Rank C in Kekkei Genkai) one can begin training their Chisosa. This blood is capable of full and utter free manipulation through mitosis shifting, increasing the rate to produce more cells or literally reversing it to decrease the amount of blood present – additionally it's commonly seen used through movement control, as well as density control.

If one's blood is spilled from his body, either through trauma or by his own actions it can still be manipulated freely. But through the additional usage of neutral based chakra flow, the external usage of his blood is heightened. Allowing him to control certain unneeded traits while inside of him, such as sharpness, density, as well as elaborate construction. With or without the influence of chakra, Chisosa's external application acts very similar to Suiton but it is by no means chakra nature, or a nature transformation – classified as nothing more than an additional aspect of the Shikotsumyaku.

When someone is learning the Chisosa, they must have a BLM stat of at least C, and cannot learn jutsu who's ranks are above their BLM stat. To properly awaken the Chisosa, one must train extensively; a topic with at least 1,500 words of training would allow use of the Chisosa, but one must STILL train the techniques required to utilize it separately. Learning the Chisosa requires 500 EXP.  Note:  this is a KNOWN mutation.  Elders of the clan can recognize it by the difference in the bones.  This means that you do not need to go through some kind of miracle to discover the existence of the technique as you will most likely be told when your Shikotsumyaku is used near an older, wiser member of the clan.

If a user starts at Chuunin, they may have the option of choosing Chisosa at start. That would alleviate the Exp cost but not the training requirement.

The Kaguya clan was an extinct clan, known to have been very barbaric. Select few possessed the kekkei genkei Shikotsumyaku; this ability was so powerful that even the war-loving Kaguya clan feared it. With a few exceptions of the Kaguya, the clan was killed off when attacking a major village in a failed attempt to show off their ferocity. The clan was very savage and had no tactics when going to battle, and refused to back down even when surrounded and completely outmatched, preferring to fight to the death for fun. The younglings left behind would for years live as the last member of the Kaguya clan, but eventually died of a terminal disease.

Years later, a cloaked man appeared in the Jungle. At first sight, he appeared as an outsider however, he remarkably knew his way around in this land. It was when he took of his cloak in the Temple that people recognized him, not his name, not who he was, but his ancestors. The two red dots on his forehead were sign of the Kaguya clan. The first reaction to his presence was fear. What would the offspring of the extinct Kaguya clan do? For all they knew was that the clan was extinct. Yet the man meant no harm to them and stated that he wished the rebuild the Kaguya again in safe and new environment. Not just for himself he said as he pointed at the other cloaked figure who took of her hat, but also for his wife and newborn son.

The jungle negotiated and accepted them and even granted them the Temple as a building for their clan only, which was soon later renamed to the Kaguya Temple. Some say that the Kage was being generous while others say that there is a hidden agenda in which the Kaguya have some role that they are not even aware of yet. Only time can tell us what happened. Is there anything in store for them? Who knows. It has been a while and that Kage has already passed away; yet another has gone since that, as well. Will the latest Kage know of this?

Moku’s mother, Kokuru Kaguya was and is a Kunoichi of Kusamuragakure no Sato.  This places her in many different situations and dangerous circumstances, such as the one that resulted in the conception of her son.  It was supposed to be a routine mission.  She simply had to deal with some men shouting insults at pedestrians in an alleyway.  When she approached the men, the last thing she remembered was yelling out the words, “Hey! What’s the big idea?”  Before she knew what in the world happened, she woke up in a hospital bed weeks later.  After talking to a nurse, she learned she was brutally raped: and that she was going to be a mother.   Hah... the very idea.  Her, a 14 year old Kunoichi was already pregnant.  The moment’s happiness was lost in her rage.  Days passed and she slowly regained the memory of what happened... she could remember the man talking her.  She could remember the smell of his breath and what he said.  She could remember what he felt like when he forced himself atop of her...

The nine months began to pass.  Every time she woke up, her hate for “that” man and for her baby grew and grew.  It festered inside her and she was forced into manic depression for the duration of her nine months.  Her family either hated and despised her for deciding to keep the baby at such a young age, or they pitied her.  She could feel the eyes on her when she entered rooms, the burning prickling sensation on the back of her neck.  And every time someone saw her, those eyes... they always had loathing for her keeping the baby at her age, or they had pity for what she went through and is going through, or they had no idea of the situation and held judgment for someone as young as her carrying a baby.

The boy was born... and the name had to be meaningful.  Kokuru pondered this for hours that added up to days, reflecting back on how the baby had so far held her life up, and how he would do so in the future.  She was in essence rooted to the spot, and with the word root came the name that she would curse the boy with... Moku.  Short for Mokuntaku, Moku means wood.  Trees.  He represented how she was now rooted and could no longer progress in her career as a Kunoichi.  The boy represented how she was rooted socially and could never be the same with and around her friends.  The name represented how he rooted her lifestyle, holding it still, making it impossible to travel around the world, to go through a dating phase, maybe to even get married.

And yet... yet, in her mind, underneath all the murky hate was a flame.  It was stifled and hidden by the murk but nevertheless there, and that flame was... she was a mother. She had a child.  A boy.  And as much as she told herself she hated and despised him, as much as she told herself that she blamed him for the change in her life, there was that little light, that flame deep within her that told her something totally different. The message wasn’t long nor was it complex.  It simply told her, “Hey... you brought a life into this world, a fire.  You kept him for some reason and you don’t know it but... you love him.”

Moku grew and progressed quickly.  He was taller and more active than most toddlers his age, and he weighed more.  He cried a lot in his infancy, almost always trying to force his way out of his baby carriage or his high chair, sneaking out of his room when he was old enough to have one.  He wasn’t being bad.  At least not intentionally; the way he saw it, he just wanted to know what was past those bars.  What was behind that door.  What happened if you out this thingie in the same place as this thingie and mixed that thingie with that other thingie.  What happens when you pull a dog’s tail, what happens when you take it’s food?

It was this mentality that governed the beginning of Moku’s life.  Up until the age of eight, all that happened was exploration.  It didn’t exactly allow him to be a good boy, though.  His curiosity forced him into areas that were completely off-limits.  They caused him to ask about things that he should not speak of.  He wasn’t exactly bad, he just wanted to know.  But instead of helping him learn, and teaching him, he was always reprimanded.  Whether it was by his mother or some Kaguya elder.  Maybe it was even a Security Ninja every once in awhile who pulled him aside and slapped him on the wrist, lecturing him and telling him to get lost.  Eheh... those who told him it was good to ask questions and learn were bad liars.

Most kids are terrified of their first day of school.  Those feelings and thoughts.. didn’t even apply to Moku.  At age eight, he enrolled into the Ninja Academy and the more he thought about it, the more excited he was to go.  He had already learned at the very least basic Taijutsu stances from those in his clan, and was itching to learn more.  The morning of his first day at the academy, his mother didn’t even have to wake him up.  He was up, dressed, and eating breakfast before she even woke up.  He said nothing more than “Hey, Mom” when he saw her and simply “Seeya later, Mom” when he left.  

When he arrived the Academy, he breezed directly past the teachers and made his way directly to the posters and pictures.  While the kids around the room were crying and mothers were desperately trying to get away, he was simply looking at pictures of past heroes of the village and important ninja tools.  The first week of school progressed and whenever the teacher spoke, he did nothing but gape as the new information flooded into his mind... the thought that he was a nerd entered his mind more than multiple times, but was soon dismissed as the next tidbit of information kicked out his thoughts to make room.  He socialized more often than ever and for the first time, he completely forgot about the hell he was living at home.  He got his first girlfriend simply by telling her he had candy every day (Lawlz) and was really starting to make friends outside of his family and clan.

For the first time, he had adults that he could look up to.  One in particular: Horo-Sensei.  Horo-Sensei seemed to always have time for Moku.  They spent a vast majority of time together and more or less, Moku became his student.  Not in the sense that one would think, to become a powerful Shinobi, but in a scholarly sort of way.  Horo-Sensei taught Moku about the Human body and why his was so special.  He taught Moku about plants and animals, and the wild-life of the Jungle.  Perhaps it was this that would shape how Moku would grow as a Shinobi and how his values would develop...

Now, Moku was scheduled to graduate in two more years.. he was 11 now and at age 13 he would be taking a test to see if he was good enough to become a Genin.  To celebrate the new school year, Horo-Sensei took Moku deep into the Jungle, into a very dangerous area to study it for a week.  But that was the plan.  Horo-Sensei went out on a hunting trip on day three and never came back.  Moku waited for four more days, until his supplies ran out.  He was cold, scared, and alone.  He knew the Jungle inside and out, but for some reason knew nothing about this area... except that he was directly in it’s heart.  Moku knew that to survive, he HAD to move on and to find water and food... but in order to do that, he needed to get out of the Forbidden Area.  The Area broke all logical consistencies of the world.  Even when he reach the edge of the area, he once more found himself in the heart.

And so, it was like this that Moku’s next year progressed.  He had to fight off un-naturally strong creatures and fend for himself for almost 12 months.  During the time here, all he did was venture in one direction.  After a long while, he began to notice something.  Things here were done in reverse.  It was subtle at first, but he began to notice it more and more.  Moss grew on the opposite side of trees.  Female creatures worked to attract males.  Leaves on trees grew upside down.  The world itself was a complete paradox.  This struck Moku with an idea... it could have manifested out of dementia, but the fact of the matter is that it did, and it worked.  To get out of the Forbidden Area, all he had to do was venture towards the heart.  To get out, he had to go deeper in.  As soon as he found the heart of the Forbidden Area, Moku found himself outside it.

Rather than going home as soon as he found his way out, Moku went directly to the Academy. He had to tell them what happened to Horo-Sensei.  The administration of the Academy listened intently to Moku’s many tales for hours... they told him to exit the room so that they could discuss putting together a team for the search of Horo-Sensei’s remains to be laid to rest.  Once he was called back in, he was unexpectedly presented with a headband that only Kusamuragakure Shinobi wore... and which had also belonged to Horo-Sensei; he’d left it behind before taking Moku out. Moku was now a Genin of Kusamuragakure... wow. They only afforded the explanation “Only a true Shinobi can survive that place.”

Ahhh... a Genin.  Was it something to be happy or to be sad about?  He no longer had that source of infinite knowledge, the Academy, and he’d lost the person he was closest to... But he was a 12 year old Genin now.  He was now in a position to help protect people, to protect his loved ones, and to make sure they could never be hurt again, like Horo-Sensei was.  He had begun his road to manhood, to maturity and heroism.  What was more important?  To protect people of course... but the fact that Horo-Sensei was gone did not exactly make that the most bearable thought.

However he was naturally cheerful. so even when his heart was mayhem and clouded, his face shown like the sun that comes to the rescue during any other storm.  It did not take too long to move on from Horo-Sensei.   Moku knew that the man would prefer the young Genin to train and become stronger, and to learn all that he could about the world.  So during the day he could find genuine happiness and satisfaction, but at night, when no one was around, he would sometimes bury his face deep into the pillows and scream.  Some could say that his time in the Forbidden Area changed him in a way that could never be undone.  The things he saw... hell, the things he DID.

But there was a light through all this darkness.   It was something that Moku had always been without;  a parent.  Not a father, that was something still unknown to him, but ever since his return, his mother seemed to be warmer toward him.  Perhaps while he was gone she learned how much she missed him... how much she loved him.  She’d learned how much she had invested her heart into him and shown it when he came home.  And in return, Moku learned how much he was missing such a figure, how he was missing that substance in his heart.  How much he truly wanted to love his mother.

He began taking on missions.  Mostly all D-Rank at first, doing simple chores and tasks such as walking old ladies’ dogs, cleaning up graffiti, planting trees.  But every once in awhile he got a nice, dangerous C-Rank mission.  They ranged from taking out dangerous animals in the Jungle, to body guard duty, to handling thugs around the village or bandits on the outskirts.  He begged the Sakurakage almost every day for a B-Rank mission, but never would he be granted his request.  He was still “too young and inexperienced” for such a dangerous mission.

It took 4 years.  FOUR FREAKING YEARS.  To get his first shot at a B-Rank mission.  The objective of the mission was not important.  What was important was that if he passed it, he would gain entrance to the Chuunin Exams.  The best part?  It was a solo mission that he’d have to do completely alone and without assistance to show that he did not simply pass from riding the help from his teammates.  The mission succeeded needless to say, and Moku returned with minor injuries.  It was his chance for the Chuunin Exams...

They weren’t exactly hard to pass.  They were in three parts:  Survival, Tactic, and Combat.  The first two, Moku passed with flying colors.  Survival he’d learned enough of with his year in the Forbidden Area, and Tactic was just common sense.  His only real difficulty was Combat.  Not that he was weak... but the two years that one learns most of their Combat basics in the Academy were cut short.  The boy had to use what he had learned in experience on his missions and just barely lost.  Nonetheless, the fact that he passed the other two sections of the Exams allowed his ascension to the rank of Chuunin.

It was shortly after he was promoted to Chuunin that he met a friend.  The boy’s name was Ryujin Takashi, and while Moku had seen him around before, he’d never really spoke to him.  He always seemed to be around though... there when Moku studied, when he trained in public areas, even there during Moku’s Chuunin exams.  He’d never really thought much of the boy, except that maybe he was just fascinated.  Many civilians were fascinated by Shinobi.  

It was a few days after the next generation of Genin graduated from the Academy, when Moku would finally meet this boy.  There were some stronger Genin picking on him, ganging up on him for some reason.  It didn’t matter why though, the fact was that they were. It took no more than 45 seconds to completely fight off the two bullies and send them running, probably to their moms.  Afterwards, Moku and the boy went out to walk, stopping for Ice-Cream once or twice.  The two got to know each other and despite the age difference, Moku thought there could be a real bond there.

Moku spent the next few years doing missions and hanging out with friends, particularly Ryujin, just like any other Chuunin.  His completion record for missions was almost flawless, never having failed a D-Rank mission, and only failing one C-Rank Mission.  He hadn’t taken too many B-Rank missions, but he didn’t fail any of those either.  It was because of those things that Moku was put in for promotion to the rank of Jounin.  However, Moku denied the promotion.

It wasn’t that he didn’t WANT to be promoted, but he’d just been told recently by his mother than she was suffering from a long-term, terminal illness.  He almost completely neglected his duties as a Shinobi of Kusamuragakure to care for his mother.  The doctors could not determine what was wrong with her and she had lost hope.  Eventually, she fell deeply into a coma by the time Moku was 20.  She was hooked up to life support and was basically dead anyway.

Every day, Moku visited.  He came in and read to his mother from her favorite books, spoke to her of fond memories.  He’d encourage her and tell her it was all going to be ok.  He’d apologize for having no emotion or affection for her as a young boy.  He almost felt like he was losing something he never had, since the two were completely distant when Moku was a boy, not to mention his year away from everyone which made him almost completely forget all ties.

Eventually, Moku told himself he had to move on.  So, for a few months until just after he turned 21, he trained non-stop.  He’d train, study, eat, sleep, then repeat the process the next day.  One could call it madness, completely forgetting about the rest of the world.  But it was Moku’s way of advancing his life.  Once he was completely sure that he was on a completely different level than he was before, he went back to the Sakurakage... who remarkably still held up the offer to promote Moku to a Jounin.  Completely surprised, he accepted with so much excitement that the Sakurakage had to ORDER him to calm down...

Understanding life as it was is not a simple task as some think. Some think you must only acclaim wealth, power, women. But no. No, understanding what life entails was unbeknownst even to Vial, even as he prayed to his lady, Woman of Dreams. She was Woman of Dreams to him and to his children, those who worship her at his shrine, though this was not her name. Her name was not to be revealed except to her most trusted, her High Priest, Vial. Vial knew her name and would never reveal it, even if he laid upon his death bed, grasping the last threads of life that he would ever see, even if he was tortured to delusion by those unknown, he would not, to his dying breath reveal her name. And so, he bestowed upon her an alias. Woman of Dreams. The reasoning behind this was quite simple, the way that Vial thought the reasoning behind most things should be. The way that the Woman of Dreams contacted her followers, her disciples, was through their dreamscape. She, lord of secrecy and knowledge, would not present herself in any other form, to any other man, but to Vial.

Even Vial, her first and only priest, rarely receive such an unknown gift. But seeing his lady, seeing the one who made him who he was, second only to his deceased daughter gave him true serenity in his own world. Her voice was so soft, so quiet, so gentle. Yet, the power that permeated from her, it made him quake. Her will could bore into your soul, reading you, reading your ancestry, your thoughts, your will. Your strength. She ravaged your mind, soul, ravaged what you thought was safe from everyone but himself, scarring you, leaving you so vulnerable that you were emotionally naked. Only one other person, long since dead, could make Vial feel so happy, lower ever front he put up, made him lose all coldness which he displayed to all. His daughter. But such was the way of life. All those who are in this world hide behind a mask. A mask which protects you from pain. A mask which hides your vulnerability. A mask that makes you seem cool, tough, strong. All those on this planet have them, and Vial and his lady among them.

And so, Vial wandered through the halls, contemplating true happiness. He was a man of more than 300 years, and yet happiness was still a concept he could not grasp. Many a night Vial would become a sage in his mind, many a night he would walk the halls of the Academy of Magic Arts, many night he would come up with nothing. But Vial knew one thing. A truly happy man could look upon himself through a medium which portrays someone with all their heart’s desires, and merely see himself, just as he was. Vial did not know how to achieve this image of himself, he did not know what this image would even portray. He didn’t want money, power, sex. He wanted… family. He wanted love, his daughter, a loving wife. All of them Vial desired, and none were within his grasp. Vial longed with all of his being to see himself just as he was through this medium, and so he walked these halls, wandered the bowels of magic, of meaning, wondering what true happiness was for him. He saw all possibility of achieving this image of himself fading… ever fading into an infinite, impenetrable darkness of the land of Dreaming. The land of souls, of dead. The land of the lost. The land of forbidden hope. The land of Dreaming.

Vial looked out the window to see the sun rising just above the horizon. He wasn’t surprised it was morning time. He often walked these halls until it was time to work. In the distance he heard doors closing, young spellslingers as he called them, those who used magic, essentially “slinging” it around, no regulation, and no thought to what they did. Vial saw no point in going to his classroom. He hadn’t had a student in years. The children feared him and his subject of necromancy. But they failed to realize. So naïve they are, they did not understand. Necromancy, bringing back the dead, was not always such a heinous, unholy act as some thought. Vial’s form of necromancy never brought spirits back by force, he never twisted and corrupted them as so many do. Vial made agreements, deals with the dead, or the living, before they died, to bring them back according to their will, and they willingly lent him their aid. Some necromancy didn’t even deal with the dead. Some necromancy could simply use a mass of magic, of pure energy to cause devastating impacts and damage.

The power of necromancy surged through his veins, but that was not the only form of magic that Vial could do. It was merely his specialty, but his knowledge was within a wide range of subjects, from effigy to elemental. Vial was a man of standards, and if he didn't meet them himself he failed himself. In his eyes, life was as simple as that. So Vial wandered to some of the classes, as he often did, finding himself particularly interesting in one of the Alchemy classes. And, so he stayed. One’s knowledge could be limitless, one should strive to know all he could. That was the word of his lady. Reaching out his ever so tan hand, Vial turned the doorknob of the Alchemy class. He walked in, and silently signaled to the teacher his apologies in interrupting his class, and filed himself to the back of the room, watching the spellslingers practice in their magic, watching the professor lecture them and correcting them. Vial determined the subject at the time was transmutation, watching the alloy of the silverware turn from iron to silver, or in the cases of inadequacy, turn to rust, crumbling to the floor.