MirageThe blade of the ancients is mine to grasp.Ninja ApplicationPersonalFirst Name: Andeddo
Last Name: Tokko
Alias: The Gray Maned Wolf
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Birthday: November 23rd
Sexuality: Straight
Relationships: N/A
Affiliation: Boufuugakure
Rank: Genin
Element: Fuuton, Raiton, Suiton
Specialization: Kenjutsu, Ninjutsu, Taijutsu
Personal v2Personality: Andeddo is a kind and caring person, who will protect his beliefs, and others, with everything he has. He is supportive, and tries his best to be nurturing, but sometimes fails in that aspect. He is a good conversationalist, and can be, or at least tries to be, a womanizer. He is not one for solitude, or at least not for long periods of time, as he prefers to be in a crowd of people, as the sound soothes his mind.
Andeddo has the suppressed mind of a genius. Having never been able to deal with his own vast stores of knowledge he made a mental barrier, however over the years it has weakened, allowing some of his pent up genius to shine through. This happens mostly when he is not concentrating on anything, or on one task, and asked a unrelated question. He also retains any information he gathers, which gets stored within the confines of the gradually breaking barrier.
Likes: Talking to people, traveling and meeting new people. As well as fighting, sparring, arguing, and standing up for people. He enjoys gathering information, even if he stores it all away.
Dislikes: Insults, insulting others, backing down from a challenge, unless he knows he is completely outmatched. He also can't stand ignorance, even unintentional ignorance.
Motivation: Andeddo's motivation is simply to make his clan proud, and become the leader that brings it back to it's former glory, and to make the bloodline common once more.
Fears: He fears dieing, or seclusion, he can not be alone for long, unless he is traveling, absolute silence.
Clan InformationClan nameN/A
Bloodline Name: N/A
Bloodline Ability: N/A
Location: N/A
Clan History: N/A
HistoryHistory: Andeddo never once met his parents, as they died to a disease when he was a year old. Leaving him with his elder brother, and their uncle. Andeddo's brother Musuko left him, becoming a wanderer, one of the best ninja in the village, who hated his younger brother, for an unknown reason. When he left, Andeddo had been no more than a baby, still only about a year old. His uncle had to raise him, alone, while still grieving for his dead sister.
Musuko could not live with the fact that he thought he had killed his parents, and he only pretended to hate Andeddo, just to protect him, and so he left when both of their parents died, leaving Andeddo with their uncle. Andeddo knows very little of his brother except that he was a very brash, very fiery and irrational man, who absolutely hated the sword, unlike himself, and instead used a scythe. Andeddo was groomed as far back as he can remember, about two, to become the next great ninja of Boufuugakure. He Has been given lesson after lesson, drilled in the various skills required of the position he was expected to take up.
Andeddo first picked up a blade at the age of five, and could almost perfectly use it, in an old style thought long forgotten, so old in fact that none living knew how to use it, though knew of it, had heard tales of it's existence, but none of the legends spoke of how to use the style. His uncle could only stare in shock, numbly feeling the blade nick his shoulder, as the young child that was Andeddo toppled around with the sword, using a very unbalanced version of the style. The blade was quickly removed from his grip, and he was not allowed to wield it again until he was old enough for proper training.
At this time Andeddo was often missing for his practice's, found studying, reading or writing in his room, a large volume of books and manuscripts littering his already cramped room within his uncles home. He did not need to be dragged away however, he followed along eagerly, as any seven year old would. He would fight harder than any of the other young children learning to wield the blade, in a style no one could teach him but himself, he had to learn it's intricacy's himself, it's subtleties, it's basic offense, and it's defensive capabilities. He learned fast, and just after he turned nine he had mastered a once dead style of fighting, Rongāmu, in both of it's forms.
When Andeddo finally was enrolled into the ninja academy he had an unfair advantage in combat over most, if not quite all, of his peers. He was a fast learner, and never once forgot anything. He did occasionally slip into what his classmates deemed his 'genius mode' where he seemed to know everything on the subject, before it was taught. This only really happened when Andeddo was nearly asleep, or not keeping his inherent genius in check. He made friends with most of the people in his class, and became quite popular.
Andeddo graduated the Academy with ease, being one of the top of his class. He was assigned to a squad, and began the life of a ninja. He Accomplished many missions with his squad, becoming known. On one mission that they were assigned they were ambushed, and Andeddo's fellow genin were slain, his squad leader dieing to save him. Andeddo fled back to the village, and was not assigned a new squad. He expected the worse, but it was for naught.
Andeddo was given the option to remain squadless, and still go on missions. He accepted, unable to take any more losses, accept for his own life. He quickly became known for his solitary missions, his exceptional performance, his flawless missions. He had many under his belt before signing up for the chuunin exams. Unfortunately he didn't make it past round one, simply because he was a single man, against many allied opponents. He vowed to become stronger, so that he would pass the exams the next time he took them.
Andeddo delved deeper into his studies, emercing himself in the compounded knowledge of all the previous ninja masters, particularly those who were renowned for their blade skills. Andeddo practiced, and practiced, improving the ancient style only he knew, never taking on a student, though many asked him to teach them his way of fighting. He would not allow this style to become frequent in the ninja world again, it would die with him.
Andeddo had another loss, not long after turning sixteen his uncle died, leaving him alone. Andeddo had hardened to loss, and felt it less than he did the loss of his parents, even though he had never truly known them. He attended his uncles funeral, and stayed the longest, after everyone else had left. He returned to his home, now quite literally it was his, left to him in his uncles will.
Andeddo has tried hard to search for Musuko, and inquired about his whereabouts, having never found out the reason he left, blaming himself for his brothers betrayal and fleeing. He wanted to set things right between them, and bring him back to Boufuu. But Andeddo never found him, though he has yet to give up trying. He will one day find his brother, and make him no longer hate him. Andeddo would find the last family he had left, even if it killed him to do so.
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Tamashi stayed on the ground, cowering at Lin's feet, and he looked up at her, for some reason his eyes again altering their vision and he buried his head in his arms. Tamashi heard her giggle as he had walked past, probably at his face, which was undoubtedly red. When he heard her first remark he had stopped in his tracks temporarily before moving on, pausing for less than a second.
He cowered at her feet, because he had seen someone naked, her. "M-miss. Lin, I did peak. I p-peaked at you." He commented after she said something about peaking on the sake, which he had actually. He looked up at her, his vision normal, when she put her hand on his shoulder. When she began to look through the basket he wondered whether she was looking for something to discipline him with.
Tamashi was surprised when Lin told him to sit up. commenting on the temperature, and saying that he should take off his jacket which he did. He lay it on the ground, and felt slightly warmer, but was still very cold, and was still shivering. Tamashi felt the cloth being wrapped around him and he looked up at Lin. "Miss Lin..."
Tamashi watched as she pulled up her sleeves and again placed her hair into a ponytail, and continued to stare at her hair, captivated by it for some reason. He huddled himself under the sheet, gratitude and humiliation welling up in him. Gratitude for the kindness, and humiliation for what he had done to Lin.
Tamashi watched as she took his jacket and added it into the basket with everything else. He then looked at her extended hand and used it to stand. He listened to Lin's statement about the cloth, and Tamashi could feel his eye filling up with tears, and he hugged Lin tightly, his eyes shut, tears streaming out of them. "Thank you Miss. Lin for everything you've done, even with what I did, which is unforgivable. I should never have peaked at Miss. Lin, and I promise I hadn't meant to, honest I only wanted to see what the Sake looked like, and maybe try a little. But I never meant to peak at Miss. Lin's body." His face was buried into her shoulder, and his tears were pouring out into her.
Tamashi quickly pulled away, rubbing his arm over his eyes, brushing away his tears. He hadn't wanted to get Lin as soaked as he was, but he felt too bad to move on, so he stood still, looking down at the floor, shivering under the sheet, which in spots was already soaked through.