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[Iwagakure] Week 1: Shiyakedo Seizon
Topic Started: Nov 4 2011, 09:04:29 PM (124 Views)
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Name: Eastern, Shiyakedo Seizon

Age: 16.

Persona: A strong degree of apathy and a very thick skin marks the predominant traits. He’s also thought to be a coward, lazy, worrysome, and unemotional. Without a doubt an introvert. Seizon’s great amount of received ridicule and now lightly veiled threats from various members of his family and the Village have made him implacable in a way. Perhaps as Sarte wrote, he’s a man who has no life in him: all his goals have been taken away. So he is dead already, all that’s left is the merciful act of extinguishing his spark.

The truth about the genin is a bit more complex. He is not a coward, he is practical. Its not that he's apathetic, simply that he knows one boy cannot do much to change the world, let alone his village, let alone his clan. The power is out of his hands. Its not that he's unemotional, its that he's analytical, forcing rationality to bound his emotions carefully.

Physical Appearance: Pale skin covers the man, a gift of inheritance and a great deal of time spent in doors or on the cloudy peaks of the village. His hair is pale, blond in color, long enough to obscure his eyes, and worn in a shaggy mess most days. His eyes a crystal blue, quite vibrant when in the light and crisp enough to reveal their pigmentation even in the dim environs of the mountain tunnels. His disappointing youth may be the reason he possesses a certain somberness to his features, or may simply be that he grew up to be a strong, athletic young adult.

Typical garb for Seizon is a pair of loose, cargo-style grey pants, a tight-fight purple undershirt with a loose vest jacket over it, and a pair of fingerless gloves with disk-like rocks over each knuckle. His protector is worn on his neck, in reverse, and tethered to a stone grey bandana he mostly leaves in a pile of lose cloth around his throat.

Biography
: Seizon is a failure. It didn’t start out that way, his graduation from the academy coming at age 11. He displayed a solid aptitude for ninjutsu and the physical arts, while possessing absolutely no talent in genjutsu. It is a certainty that he passed his graduation test by cheating, though the exact means were never found, and thus, it stands as his single accomplishment in life. Everything went down hill from there. His skills haven’t improved, his success rate is abysmal, and most of the Village, and his own clan, consider him a cause long lost. Now, at the age of 16, Seizon is readily regarded as “The disappointment of the Village hidden in Stone.”

Village/Rank: Iwagakure: Genin


Primary Element: Fire

Jutsu:
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Clan: Shiyakedo

Kekki Genkai
: Smoke, Sūkōna Hansha Dojutsu

Slot Specialty: Kekkei Genkai x1, Ninjutsu X2 (to be filled upon other clan approvals)

Stats:
Shiyakedo Seizon
Chakra: 1,000
Ninpo: 600
~Ninjitsu: 200
~Genjutsu: 0
~Taijutsu: 200
~Kekkei Genkai: 200
Speed: 200
Strength: 200
Seishi: 1,000
Ryo: 5,000

Sample Chapter:

At rest upon the bed that was slightly too small for his growing frame, a male adolescent was bundled up into a thick ball of furs and down. The light of the morning sun was not yet high enough to break the lofty peaks of the Village and his room was dark and quiet. The few birds that visited these heights had not yet been stirred by nature’s call. Yet, despite this deception of the light of dawn, it was indeed morning. The clouds hanging below the peaks were beginning to brighten and shine.

The door to the comfortable chamber slipped open, and finally illumination managed to reach the secluded chamber. Flickering and dancing within its prison, the flame of a lamp cast heavy shadows about the chamber and from its weilder, a tall, pale skinned woman with long, dark hair. “You don’t have classes today, Seizon-kun, but you should go and watch the graduation tests. Yours isn’t too far away.” The tone was warm.

A disgruntled groan came from the bundled figure, signaling that it was both awake and protesting the interruption. A muffled response came from the blankets, unintelligeable to the natural human ear. Fortunately, the listener was no average human, but an accomplished shinobi in her own right.

“No, and if you aren’t downstairs in two minutes you’ll go without breakfast.” The tone was still quite warm, and the door quickly closed as the mother of the Shiyakedo child stepping from the room. The bundle didn’t stir, wasting the first half of the appointed time.

But Seizon was prepared, and already dressed for the coming day. Exactly one minute later, he sprang from his bed, stretching out and grumbling to himself in a voice that squeaked once. The change in pitch caused a disappointed look to settle on the young man’s face as he stepped far less quietly from the chamber then did his mother.

Breakfast was quiet and quick, unsurprisingly containing a healthy portion of meats and a scanter sampling of vegetables. Unsurprising to the boy, as the local village could supply its own hunted meat, but had to use their wealth to import larger quantities of plants. This high up, they simply were scarce. No conversation passed between the five members of the family present, or the serving girl who was tending to their needs. Madai, cousin to the boy, had a distant look on his face. Seizon quickly deduced he was preoccupied with his forthcoming missions. The first A rank for his team, and it was hinted to be both important and dangerous for the village. The sort of mission that mattered greatly in the politics of the village, and the status of the family. One could nearly see the burden sitting on the man’s shoulders.

As he got up, Seizon pursed his lips and glanced over to the thoughtful man. “Don’t worry, old man. Iwagakure’s youngest genin is joining the ranks today.” Madai didn’t seem to know, or care. His distant expression remained placid.

It wasn’t until the boy had left the room that the Chunin blinked and turned half way in his seat, spouting out a worried, “Hey!”

Travel to the academy was simple, Seizon being old and skilled enough to use body flicker to frolic along the dangerous peaks and rooftops of the mountain village. A few villagers even gave the boy passing smiles as he danced over the streets. He was the first of his class to arrive, and only a few of the older classes had made it there yet. All were jittery and anxious about the coming test. Most thought their entire lives revolved around it.

Seizon was likely the only calm one, instructors included. He strolled up with hands tucked into his vest, fighting against the bitter early morning cold in the thin air. His breath trailed behind him in vapor, lingering for a few seconds before the heat was sucked away by the ever-hungry air. It was as he approached that he spotted one of his old friends, Hideki. For the first time in a while, the academy student smiled.

“Hey, big-bro, how is it going?” the blond’s question seemed quite genuine.

Hideki looked to the speaker with a blank look that suggested exasperation. In a moment, the expression vanished from his face and a smile replaced it. “Sei, how is it going runt?” A play on words, to say the least. Seizon was one of the largest kids in his class, and something that earned him a fair bit of teasing. A big shinobi, a big mistake.

With a shrug of his shoulders that shifted his vest, hands still tucked away, Seizon returned the grin. “You want to go get that breakfast we promised each other? This is the big day, and well, probably our last day as just some kids. You’ve got to pick out a killer girl for me, remember?”

Hideki’s expression went flat again, then his brow creased in thought. “I, uh...” he started. After a moment of fishing his mind for words, he finally got a bite. “Sorry, Sei-chan, but I’m the first to go in the tests today. If I’m late, I fail. I just can’t risk it.”

“Oh,” spat out the blond in a neutral tone. “You sure, Hideki?”

“Yeah,” Hideki replied in an apologetic tone, “life gets tough for real shinobi, ya know?”

Seizon didn’t know. Nor did he care, he was fishing for something entirely different. “Did you know I’m testing today to?”

This time, the boy’s friend outright balked. “W-what? Are you a moron?”

The youngest would-be genin cut him off. “Worried about my ninjutsu?”

“Well...” a pause followed. “Yeah, of course. Who would’nt be.”

Bingo. Its over, the victor quietly, mentally patted his own back. He stepped closer to Hideki, a short, stout, dark haired youth dressed in plain, unadorned grey clothing. “Should flare up your style, big-bro.” He patted the man’s chest twice, smiling with the innocence of youth.

‘Hideki’ certainly got the point, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. Something now rested in his front pocket. Light, pressing faintly against his skin beneath. A moment’s thought revealed it to be paper. “Gotta go piss,” he offered. “Clears the nerves.”

He strolled away to do just that, and Seizon shrugged in reponse. “Good luck,” he called after his departing friend. His mission accomplished, the pale child padded a bit away before using body flicker to move towards the mines. His being around would only be a problem for Hideki at this point anyway.

In the gloom of the mountain’s core, a strange luminescence sparked, in truth, it was a type of phosphorescence created by the life living in the damp cave. Damp, and warm, at that, for it was the home of a hot spring: said to be the birthplace of his clan. Seizon, now confident that he was a genin of his village, folded his legs up in the lotus position and began staring at the pool.

The truth was simple. Hideki was being portrayed by his elder brother, a Chunin and said to be a master of transformation. But he had taken this role too lightly. Hideki and Seizon barely knew each other, but in their conversations the Shiyakedo youth learned one immutable fact: Hideki never broke his promises. And so, caught entirely in the act, the doppleganger had no choice: further the test by taking Seizon’s place.
The victor let out a soft, pleased sigh. “Glory to our clan twice in one day. The Old Man will be happy tonight.”

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