Who should be my 12th character

Name: Mictecacihuatl,Bartholomew
Gender: Male
Age: 22 years
Birthday: October 31st
Clan: Jashin
Sexuality: Pansexual

Village: Kumogakure No Sato
Rank: Genin
Element(s):
Specialties: Medical Ninjutsu,Bukijutsu[Kyujutsu,Swordsmanship]
Special Characteristics:

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Height: 5'9
Weight: 149 lbs
Hair: Black,white on the two long strands in the front
Eyes: Black
Others: Has stuble chin hair,is very pale.
General Appearance: Bartholomew commonly wears a fashionable renaissance styled tail coat,with matching vest and a white long sleeved shirt underneath as that is the style. The inside of the tail is a dull, dark red. He also wears clean pressed black pants, italian shoes on his feet, cerulean blue crovatt; the matching cuffs and a waist sash which compliments the finishing look. While he seems to wear rather expensive clothing(which he does), his body is the exact contrast. While not at all fat, he does not have any muscle either, and he is a little bit underweight. His skin is deathly pale, which has earned him the nickname 'The Grim Reaper Of Shinobi'.


Personality: Bartholoew is truly a reliable shinobi to have on the battlefront. While eager to carry out to his duties, he conducts himself with modesty, often refering himself as 'useless'. Dedicating his every being to his village, he completely ignores his own health for his duty and he practically tiptoes death's door each time he forces himself. His zealous loyalty, while appreciated, worries ally and foe alike. Most of his past opponents feel ashamed fighting him because of his very serious tuberculosis. Aside from his duty, Bartholomew is a rather humble man who wishes to keep living another day. He mainly fights because he feels that that is the only way he may be useful to someone.Being so kind and loyal, many do not suspect he is a jashinist, and when they do find out, they are utterly shocked.

While being blindly loyal to his village, it is not uncommon for him to get into various fights with others. This is mainly due to the fact that he is a man of the people and firmly believes in putting their needs for village and, despite his sickly state, very often tries to help them.He would give up his very life if it meant to save a mere child, and he would do it gladly. As being a man without a family, he has little to no regrets, and knows that he can die any day now. Due to this, he firmly believes that the nigh-immortality given by jashism is what keeping his sickness from claiming, thus, is why he is still following it. However, in-order not to cause problems(or be sent to jail for the rest of his life) he only sacfrices people who have committed crimes or people he has to kill on missions. He seems to have a deep respect of all Kage, but shows much more towards the current one he serves under. The only exception is if the new Kage was a Missing-Nin who killed the previous Kage in-order to escape their fate. Other then that, he will defend his and any Kage with his life, as he understands that they are essentially to keep the villages in-check.

Immensely patient and understanding, he can become quite deadly in combat, as he is a perfered Long-Range Fighter who hides in the enviroment and, quite literally, hunts his enemies. However, due to this, he tends to get tired more quickly then other's in actual physical combat.

Likes: While having little to no possessions, there are quite a few things Bartholomew does like. He seems to very much enjoy helping people with whatever they need assistance with. He enjoys talking with people(contridicting his quiet nature) and being in-general normal, mainly due to the fact many look down on him due to being a Jashinist. He enjoys practising archer and shooting, aswell as writing, reading, and drawing. He likes learning new things and overcoming obstacles to better himself and to help protect his village. He also enjoys exploring or talking with people who also have Tuberculosis to them pull through it.

Dislikes: While Bartholomew is a kind person who will never lash out at another unless for good reason, there are some things he just doesn't like. He dislikes people's bias and stereotyping of him, just because he is a Jashinist. He dislikes traitors and those who commit crimes without just. He hates it when people use deceit to gain power and then tramble over the weak. He dislikes it when people question their Kage without good reason. He dislikes it when people cry, as it makes him feel useless. He does not onions or pickles or mayonnaise. He dislikes people who are out-right rude and will tell them to their face that they are.

Motivations: Bartholomew, above all else, does not want to be useless, as he feels that way commonly. As such, he has totally devoted his life to his village and seeks nothing more then to utterly protect his home, family, and friends. He seeks to gain new knowledge and establish a new reputation for most Jashinists, as well as show the people that not everyone is bad. He takes utter pride in his love of his village and, despite the cries from his doctors, continuously tip-toes on Death's Door due to his illness every day. And he seeks to do this, one ritual at a time.

Fears: While he will blindly protect his village without a second thought, Bartholomew does have his fears. Firstly and most majorly, he fears that his sickness will take him before he can successfully protect his village. While he strongly believes the nigh-immortality given by Jashin is what is keeping the illness at bay, he still can't shake the feeling of it happening. His second of his fears is having his village utterly destroyed. This primarily stems from his zealous loyalty to it and, as such, this is rather a common fear among proud shinobi who care deeply for their village.


History: Bartholomew is a rather....unique fellow to say the least. For starters, unlike most, Bartholomew was born into the cult and religion of Jashinism. Another unique aspect of him is, on the day he born, he was diagnosised with a very special strand of tuberculosis. Very ill, the jashinists around him, including his own parents, viewed him as a weakling and unworthy to serve the Almighty Jashin. Everyday for the first ten years of his young life, they abused him with any torment they can think of, using the nigh-immortality given by Jashin to their advantage, but would stop before he was able die. This constant abuse, plus his ragged sickness, lead Bartholomew to truly believe that he was worthless. However, this did not change the fact that he wanted to get away from them. On his eleventh birthday, he ran away from those people, and kept running, never stopping. Days had passed, he still ran. Soon after that, the young Bartholomew collapsed in a fit of violent coughing. Before the darkness of exhaustion and sleep over-took him, he recalled two figures, looming over his small, pale, nude, and dirtied form.

Bartholomew woke up with a cold sweat before he was slightly blinded by the brightness of the room. After a few moments, his eyes finally adjusted, and he found that he was in a hospital. More over, noticing the symbol on the occasional nurse or doctor's coat, he discovered that he was in Kumogakure. Almost immediately, a group of male and female, young and old, doctors flocked to his room and began asking questions ranging from "Are you ok?How do you feel?" to "Who are you and where are you from?". While Bartholomew willingly answered the questions, he was still confused. Why was he here? Didn't anyone know that he was a Jashinist? Apparently, they did, as they soon told him from the results of a procedure they did a few hours ago. They also explained that his unique Tuberculosis was mutated because of his body's high endurance, resistance, and nigh-immortality. As such, they could not cure him, but they did manage to contain it in his body so this new, special strand of it would not spread. Having no family and no where to call home, the doctors kept him in the hospital, keeping him safe from the critisim of the outside world.

At age 13, they enrolled him into the Academy. While the teachers acted detached and cold to him, the students were completely intrigued by him, and would often flock around him and defend against the wrath of the adults, even their own parents. Soon, at the great dismay of the teachers, Bartholomew passed the Academy with flying colors. This event lead him to be fed up with his feeling of being worthless and decided to devote himself to the village, protecting it at all costs. Bartholomew turned out to be a spetacular genin, but didn't last for long. At age 16, Bartholomew had a seizure while walking home from a mission, and was immediately hospitalized. He stayed there until he was 20, the doctors wanting to keep him for so long just in-case it might have a connection to his immortality. Now free, he continued his quest of defending his village.


RP Sample: "Ugh...."Said the rather tired and sick Bartholomew. Today, he had gone back to the hospital due to a special problem. "What is it this time ,Barth?" The friendly nurse asked him. Indeed, he had been here so some many times and for so long, almost all, if not all, the medical staff knew Bartholomew on a casual level. Not that that was a bad thing, of course."Well...it's uh.."He stuttered, blushing a bit. The nurse quirked a eyebrow at him. Gulping down whatever pride he had left in his pale body, he whispered into the nurse's ear, explaining what was wrong. When he was done, the nurse had the most surprised and red face he had ever seen. Bartholomew looked away, blush over taking him. "I-I-I-I-I got curious and wanted to see if...eh.." The nurse sighed and merely guided him to his usual room and siting him down gently.

"I honestly didn't think you had the courage to do that." She said as she picked up the hospital intercom phone. "I should've used more lube...." He quietly said to himself as he kept shifitng uncomfortably in his chair. "Maybe." She said honestly, agreeing with him before calling in the doctor. Minutes passed in utter silence (besides the sound of Bartholomew's constant shifting) before the man arrived. He couldn't have been more then 19. He wore the standard medical uniform and wore large, geeky classes that Bartholomew found to be rather cute on him. He has normal skin and had orange, short hair. "What seems to be the problem?" He asked the nurse, who repeated what Bartholomew told her. A mild nosebleed came out of the man's nose, slightly scareing Bartholomew.

"Eeeeeeh....please turn around."

Face Claim: Guo Hai from Dynasty Warriors

Name: Yuki,Yogan
Gender: Male
Age: 29 Years
Birthday: May 5th
Clan: Shogo
Sexuality: Homosexual

Village: Iwagakure No Sato
Rank: Genin
Element(s): Raiton,Katon
Specialties: Taijutsu[Striking,Speed,Muay Tai],Bukijutsu[Kyujutsu],Fuuinjutsu
Special Characteristics:

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Height: 7'8
Weight: 221 lbs
Hair: Clean,black,long and silky.Is held in a ponytail.
Eyes: Simple,brown,cunning eyes
Others: Has multiple scars all over his body.
General Appearance: Yogans clothing can be described as nothing short of 'classy'.Wearing a white suit and white slacks,one can easily tell that Yogan has money to spend.Upon his suit are three pockets(two on the lower sides,one on his top right),and 6 metal,golden color buttons.His dress shoes are also white and have the shine of being new.Under his suit,he wears a simple,red,long sleeved dress shirt,with the color popping out of the suit's neck hole.He commonly keeps his long,black hair in a pony tail,which reaches down to his shoulder blades.Without the pony tail,it droops down a few inches farther then that.Being almost 8 feet,he is a very large man,and imposing one at that.His hands are commonly balled up into fists where ever he goes and he tends to keep a serious look.On his body are several scars,each having been gotten during the hardships of his childhood.He has very prominent eyebrows,which seemingly make him look fiercer.

Personality: Yogan is typically an extremely aggressive, brutish, and bloodthirsty man who fights for the sole purpose of finding an opponent worthy of challenge. He believes himself to be a mighty shinobi, and believes that the only true justice in the world is not found in any court, but when one fights for one's life on the battlefield, where the strong survive and the weak are crushed. More of a man of action than talk, he disregards strategy and politics as a waste of his time (which is just as well, since he has little talent at either one). Despite him being so mean to almost anyone,Yogan is bluntly honest and has little faith or respect in politicians, bureaucrats, or for any cowards who use deceit to gain power. For this same reason, Yogan despises sycophants and suck-ups.

If Yogan has any weakness , it's his often absentminded devotion for the person he either 1.Loves or 2.Deems worthy to rule over him.His loved ones are everything to him and he is always willing to do whatever they wants; he rarely suspects or accuses them of any sort of deception.Should his lover come to any harm, he instantly flies into a rage and becomes almost unstoppable.He also seems to have a softer side towards young,innocent children,and rarely harms or berates them unless it is needed.While dead-serious and almost always annoyed,in battle,he is a honorable warrior,and he is fully capable of compassion and even sparing another's life.

One of his more unique features,however,is his unbreakable tenacity.No matter how many times he thrown,beaten,or broken,he will merely get back and resume trying to get to his goal.While immensely stubborn,he does know when the odds are not in his favor,but nonetheless still goes,almost not caring.His,combined with his ruthless and wrathful nature,makes him a very dangerous opponent.However,he does have his flaws.Due to his tenacity and rage,he is unable to flee a battle.The only way to make him stop fighting is A.Him winning B.Him being killed C.Him being defeated or D.Being forcefully restrained and removed from the fight.

Despite his rage,he still follows a Warrior Code of some sort.He fights to improve his skill and defeat powerful opponents,rarely ever doing it just to kill a random person.If he does however,he will do in a up-front battle,not killing them in cold blood.He is not above taking a few pupils and training them himself and is,seemingly,rather proud that he isn't completely consumed to do so.However,he may bypass his codes and principles when enraged and will do nothing more then to defeat or kill his opponent.On a more casual note,Yogan is the 'strong silent' type and rarely communicates with anyone unless absolutely nessacary.Being rather anti-social(and very alone),he has never dated anybody..or barely even touched anybody outside of battle.So,he is not exactly use to concepts of 'hugs' and 'holding hands' and often finds himself pondering on relationships in-general.

Likes: While warrior-like and a highly ferocious fighter,there somethings Yogan actually likes.Of course,there is the obvious.Being a warrior,he greatly enjoys vigorously training,always trying to exceed his body's limit.He enjoys being around fellow warriors or obviously strong people,for obvious reasons.He seems to also have a soft spot for very young children,often becoming protective of them and even acting very fatherly.While embarrassed by his talents,he is a (suprisingly) exceptional singer and is also very adept in playing the harp.He also seems to perfer being alone and greatly enjoys the peace and quiet that comes from being alone.While also enjoying drinking,he seems to more so favor soda then beer,and commonly drinks it.

Dislikes: Of course,due to being so easily enraged and battle-loving,there are also somethings Yogan dislikes,loaths,and hates.As stated before,he hates politicians, bureaucrats,sycophants and suck-ups.He hates 'the weak' who don't try to better themselves.He dislikes liars and people who fight dishonorably.He hates cheaters.He hates people who prey off the weak,rapists,child abusers,abusers in-general,people who are evil just to evil.He dislikes planning,as he is a more-so a 'Charge straight into battle' kind of guy.He hates unnessacary fights with a passion(somewhat contradicting himself).He also hates it when people act snobbish or better then others.

Motivations: Yogan has some rather generic and unique motives.His first one is becoming the strongest warrior,which really isn't that hard to guess.His second one is to find to the ultimate warrior and fight them,taking his training,mind,body,and skills to their fullest potential.He also seeks to find someone he can spend the rest of his life with since,as of late,he is beginning to feel the natural human need of companion-ship.He seeks a person he can become fully loyal to,a leader perhaps,who can use his skills to the extent that they were made for.

Fears: Yogan fears little to nothing at all(which isn't really surprising).Being so wrathful and warrior-like,opponents and jutsus do not frighten him at all,and he will never beg for his life unless he has a VERY good reason as to why.He does,however,have two very specific fears.The first one is becoming a slave of sorts.Having no free will at all,just tied up like somesort of worthless animal and left there to rot for the rest of eternity.This primaryily comes from his rebillious behavior and warror-like spirit,and loathes the very act of slavery and,more often then not,go into a rage whenever he sees someone enslaved by another person.


History: Feburary fifth was just a ordinary day in the mountain villages near Iwagakure No Sato.It was 7 PM on the dot and everybody was either heading home to enjoy the evening in either solitude or with their family,or heading out to prepare for the Night Life.No one heard of a small infant's crying.Well,no one except the woman who was giving birth to the small child.On that day,Yogan was born,alone,with no one but his single mother,Kazan Kozui.Kazan,before becoming pregnant,was a hearty warrior and wanderer,fighting anyone and anybody without any fear.She drank,she fought,she 'pleasured'.She was a prime example of a rowdy fighter.In-fact,she named her child,Yogan Yuki,after a fight that she witnessed,where a Aisu and a Kanetsu fought(Yogan meaning 'Lava' and Yuki meaning 'Snow').Kazan,as a single mother,knew she had a hard path ahead of her,but vowed to conquer it,if not for her little son.

Up until age four,Kazan raised her little son like any other mother would.Play with him,feed him,dress him,wash him and such.However,upon reaching four,Kazan took a sharp turn and,being masterful warrior she is,decided to begin training her son in the art of battle.While horrible at first,Yogan soon grew into it and,at age six,fully mastered Muay Tai under his mother's tuterledge.This was not the end of it,however,for her training became much,much for vigorous.She had him run several miles,use tree trunks as punching bags,meditating for hours on end,and full on spars with her.This,along with the fact that the very terrain was sometimes very unstable,hardened Yogan,making him stronger,faster,and fiercer then the average child.At age 12,Kazan began teaching Yoagn the art of Kyujutsu,which Kazan was highly skilled at.At first,the impatient Yogan often missed and ended up getting temper tantrums,often breaking the bow.However,after months of training his eye,posture,formation,and own self control,he began getting very better,often hitting the target more then not.
At age 16,Kazan introduced the concept of chakra to her son,and out-right showed him the capablities.Impressed and slightly jealous,he became eager to control such power.For him,it was much easier,due to the massive meditation sessions that he did during his earlier childhood.Honing his chakra,he infused them with his strikes,greatly increasing their power.Proud of her child,she decided to try something new....fuuninjutsu.Though still rather new to it herself,Kazan taught her child the art also.Greatly confused on the exact mechanics,he did not dwell on this skill for long,and instead decided to work on his physical being.Two years later,now at age 18 and his dear mother at age 49,Kazan believed it was time for her to finally gauge her son's true potential and challenged him to one final duel.Unbeknownst to Yogan,however,Kazan was suffering from a major illness,meaning,her time was very limited.Because of this,she made it into a deathbattle,to see if her son was strong enough to live.While confused and very unwilling,the young Yogan had no choice but to combat his mother,his only family.The battle lasted for hours on end and was very ferocious,neither side gaining somesort of advantage.

Kazan,however,decided to finally end it by preparing a all out assualt.Yogan,seeing a opening,a flaw,in her formation,attacked and delivered the finishing blow,ending the battle.His mother,mere moments away from Death's Door,merely smiled at him and told him how proud she was of him.Yogan remained quiet,holding mother's hand.With one final breath,she uttered her last three words.Those three words would continue to haunt Yogan for the rest of his life.Those three words were.

I love you.

Now alone but strong,Yogan inhereited his mother's money,which turned out to be a very large amount,most likely due to being hired for battles in warzones and such.With no where else to go,Yogan made it his goal in life to become the strongest.Heading towards Iwagakure,he purchased a house and clothing,before heading for the Academy.Asking for a private tutor (and getting one due to his vast amount of cash),he quickly soared through the small school and became a genin.However,at age 29,he had yet to progress to chunin,mainly due to the fact that his aggresion had prevented him from achieveing the rank in the past.Now,however,he had gained more control,and is now currently trying to gain the rank of Chunin.


RP Sample: "Begone,worthless example of a shinobi."Said the angry voice of Yogan as he stared down on the Chunin before him.Recently,many shinobi have been teasing him for being a Genin at his age,which he mostly ignored,but was beginning to get on his nerves.This little Chunin before had just insulted him to his face,resulting in a very quick assualt,that left the man on his back,writhing in pain.Electricity cackled around Yogan's body,as if it was mocking the fallen shinobi.Slowly,bit by bit,the man rose to his feet,shakey of course,but rose none the less,and pulled his sword from the shealth on his waist.Yogan merely scowled the man."Fighting a unarmed opponent with a weapon?How dishonorable."He said in a cold,cruel tone,uncrossing his arms.The responded by swing the blade at him,only to have it caught by the blunt side,stopping it in mid-swing.Yogan then quickly sent his Raiton chakra through the metal,electrifying it and electrocuting the Chunin.

"Pathetic."He said as he yanked the weapon away and threw it over his shoulder.

Face Claim: Lu Bu DLC Outfit from Dynasty Warriors 8

Daikoran Von Kaaos....a man of very high notoriety in the Realm Of Order.As a child,he was in a family of four.Descontrol Von Kaaos,Discordia Von Kaaos,him,and Koran Von Kaaos,his little brother.The Kaaos family was one of very high status,to be very honest.Though not in the Government,they possessed large sums of money,making them very rich.Daikoran was homeschooled along with his little brother,thus,neither really interacted with the outside world.He mostly played and talked with Koran,and loved every moment.The two were practically inseperable.However,this didn't last long.Descontrol,being the 'noble' man he was,often secluded him from his brother due to him being the one to inherit their fortune.This didn't stop the brothers,however,and they usually played in secret.

However,as time passed,the Seido Government began noticing the Kaaos family.Due to being rich,they could easily influence the already corrupt Senate.Not wanting to take any chances,they made their orders to....'Detain' the Kaaos family.Soon enough,with careful months of planning,the Seido Guardsmen struck.They stormed the house,killing servants and searching for the family.They found the couple and attacked.Descontrol made his wife leave him and to help the children.She ran down the hallway as he screams of death rang out.Soon,she reached the boys' shared bed room and told them to hide.Sleepy,confused,and scared,the boys obeied their frantic mother's words and left their rooms,climbing out their windows.Discordia,knowing they wouldn't stop until they atleasted killed her and her husband,fell to her knees and closed her eyes,praying for the safety of her children as the sword slashed down to her head.

CRACK

Daikoran and Koran soon found themselves alone on the streets,alone,and with no protection.Seeing the two vulnerable children,the Resistance quickly took them in,housing them.Years past,and the two brothers were as close as ever.They took on the theme of the Jester and became the 'Jacks Of Freedom'.They successfully did numerous crimes against the government and helped many people.However,such as the many people before them,Daikoran was finally captured and sentenced to jail to await trial.His brother,Koran,however,decided to change his brother's fate....by offering himself instead of Daikoran.The guardsmen,seeing now real difference and allowed it,much to the utter dismay of Daikoran."Don't worry about me,just help the resistance."Said Koran before he was sealed and Daikoran was kicked out.He told the Resistance what happened and,recieveing some helped,planned to free him.

Weeks later,the plan was ready,and they set forth to the prison.The Guardsmen and the Resistance clashed and Daikoran rushed inside.As he quickly zipped past guardsmen,he couldn't help but notice their dark chuckling.Dread consuming him,he hurried.He found the cell,which was strangely dark.He called out his brother's name,but no reply came.Using magic,lightened the room,only to fall to his knees,tears streaming from his eyes,resisting the urge to vomit.There laid Koran on the floor.His little body was horrible beaten,with bruises everywhere,possibly from interrogation.Their were numerous cuts along his nude form,some being very deep and exposing bone.His eyes were slightly puffy,showing he had cried.His Jester make-up was dry,but one could tell it was runny before,as it was smeared across his entire face and ran down to his chest.The entire cell stank of death,rottening flesh,urine,and....and....oh Daikoran couldn't even bare it!

He smashed the ground in both sadness and fury,tears streaming down his face.However,the rage slowly overcame the sadness,and Daikoran got to his feet.He walked stotically to the Warden's room,murderous intent in his eyes.Years passed,and Daikoran went up the ranks very quickly,even becoming the new Resistance leader.While he worked hard to achieve freedom,the memories still plagued him,horribly,as if it happened not a few minutes ago.
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Name: Jiendo,Zaiaku
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Birthday: 10/13
Clan: Jiendo(Path of the Hidai)
Sexuality: Bisexual

Village: Sunagakure
Rank: Genin
Element(s): Doton
Specialties: Taijutsu, Ninjustu
Special Characteristics:
Name: Stamina
Type: Positive
Description: This individual has a very high level of endurance, and can maintain intense physical activity for a longer period of time than the average shinobi without tiring. If you have both Stamina and Mighty, you can use Scythes, Spears, War Hammers, Maces and Axes without Taijutsu. You will still need Bukijutsu to use these weapons.
Name: Strong-Willed
Type: Positive
Description: The individual has unmatched bravery. They overcome their fears easily and are very difficult to break. The invididual can overcome their limits with sheer willpower and cannot be easily interrogated. Individuals with Strong-Willed cannot take Cowardice.
Name: Mighty
Type: Positive
Description: This individual has an unnaturally large amount of muscle mass. Their physical blows, both Taijutsu and Bukijutsu, are increased by one rank of potency. Anyone who takes this characteristic must take Bulky. Individuals with Mighty cannot take Agile.
Name: High Blood pressure (Perverted)
Type: Negative
Description: This person has a condition where the pressure of their blood pumping through their body is exceedingly high. This is debilitating for the individual, as he/she becomes excited be it by sexual stimulation or otherwise the individual will erupt into a bleeding nose which will persist for 3 posts or until healed. You cannot be Asexual if you have this perk, you must either be Heterosexual, Homosexual, Bisexual or Pansexual.
Name: Short Fuse
Type: Negative
Description: This individual has anger issues. They can be set off by the most unimposing of things, and has a very difficult time suppressing his or her outbursts, be they verbal or physical. This will often lead them into foolish fights they would never enter under a reasonable mindset, even against friends or allies.
Name: Bulky
Type: Negative
Description: Although this individual has large levels of muscle mass, giving them an impressive amount of physical strength, these heavy, bulky muscles slows this shinobi down. They are less stealthy, and move far slower. They move a tier slower than their actual rank. For example, an individual with Bulky of Chuunin rank would move at the speed of a Genin.



Height: 8'9
Weight: 167 lbs
Hair: None
Eyes: Red
Others: He often has a calm,almost tired looking expression on his face but it's easily misinterpreted to being angry due to his fangs.
General Appearance: Zaiaku is a very tall teenager.His skin skin is a dark gray-black color and has no hair at all.Almost,if not all,his pants are black.He almost never wears shoes,only sandels.He normally never wears a short due to his big size.He has a rather buff build for his age, from the so called "Curse".His eyes always appear to be wild,giving him a serious or angry expression unintentionally.He is mostly seen with a lit cigar or a bottle of sake or wine.He tends to smirk smugly, a habit he developed.

Personality: Zaiaku is a rather laid back person.He almost always a general none caring for almost everything,but he has a short temper and isn't to far from straight out smacking someone.He appears to be out-right cold sometimes,easily making people cry with his negativeness.He is also rather perverse,a hobby of his being spying on the men and women at the bathhouse.When confronted of this,he smirks smugly saying,"It's training you dumb punce,a ninja has to be able to infiltrate places unseen and undetected."Despite this,he acts rather compassionate and loving when around people he truly cares about,to the point he is self-sacrificing.However most people,mostly adults,scold him for his perverse antics.He often smokes or drinks despite his age,often stealing cigars and sake from shops undetected.He is a heavy smoker,something that can easily be seen.He enjoys toying with opponents weaker than him and fighting seriously against those stronger.When enraged,however,he will charge at whoever his opponent  head-on,not caring the chances of him dieing.Overall,Zaiaku is a rather negative person.His sex-drive is high and his clothing often has the smell of cigar smoke,but he isn't all bad and tends to have a soft spot for people he cares for.

Likes: Zaiaku loves people who share the same lust he has.He likes read and drinking.He is rather skilled at gambling,his smug smirk being his poker face.He loves sleeping.He enjoys intemidating people as a pass time.He loves seeing the misfortune of others,often laughing at them.He enjoys smoking while relaxing.He enjoys the....."Carnal Touch" so to speak.He loves dominating over somebody in a fight,making the opponent submit to him.He enjoys seeing the wicked get what they deserve.He is quite fond of a person who actually takes the time to get to know him and not brush him off like most do.

Dislikes: Zaiaku hates people who hurt the innocent.Sure he intemidates people,but he would never lay a finger on them(unless they have angered him).He hates the abuesment of children and often hurts the person who comitts it.He dislikes waiting and patience in general.He dislikes liars,ignorance,greediness that exceeds his,and racisim.He loathes betrayal,often "breaking" the person who has betrayed him.He dislikes excessive nagging and complaining.Despite his perverse ways,he loathes rape of anykind.He hates it when people treat him like a know-nothing child.A pep-peeve of his is people taking his cigar.He will completely leave a location if someone asks about his family.

Motivations: Zaiaku virtually has no motives besides trying to peep on the other ninja and setting a reputation for himself.Though part of a strong clan,he is often viewed a runt or monster and treated as such.He normally walks the streets of the bad part of the village,where reputation means almost everything.He is also rather greedy,hoping to find fortunes and riches beyond the eye can see.Despite that,he wishes to also do good,seeing that Sunagakure is sometimes not viewed so highly.It infuriates him when people act superior.Becoming a ninja and gaining strength strong enough to easily overwhelm most is his way of showing who is superior.

Fears: Zaiaku appears to have no fear.Though he can be scared(surprised and such),he seems to have no phobias of anykind.He will often charge at a opponent head-on without a second thought.Although he "seems" to not have any fears, he actually has one.Angrophobia,the fear of becoming angry.He dosen't actually fear becoming angry,he fears what he does when he's angry.He tends to be irrational when angered and isn't to far from killing innocent bystanders,which is against his morals.Though his anger is useful at times,he wishes to keep it under control to avoid conflict,but it dosen't always work out.The last time he was angry,he nearly beat a woman and her boyfriend to death due to a disagreement on a rather foolish subject of which whine was better.


History: Zaiaku is from the Jiendo Clan, a clan with a rather horrible history.He was one of the lucky ones,having a family or cared for him despite his appearance,though they kept him in secret to avoid the bias of the other members.He almost always felt pain from hso constant growing,often times yelling and crying at his parents to make it stop,though they could only attempt to comfort him as they watched him in agony.He had a sickly mother due to his birth, a shinobi father and shinobi sister.None of them let him outside the house,often making excuses why,but Zaiaku knew and saw past their lies.However, he knew they were doing it for his own good.Ever time he entered his enraged phase,instead of attacking his family whom he loved dearly,he broke objects.Tables,chairs...solid concrete,until it passed.His sister would always come to him,bringing objects from her missions,to him as gifts and would often hug and kiss him,loving her brother dearly.His father almost always told stories to him,may they be real or made up,which gave Zaiaku a sense of adventure but also creativiy.His mother,despite being weakened,fed him and rocked him to sleep like a infant almosy every night,sometimes falling asleep along side him.To Zaiaku,everything was perfect.Sadly,this was proven false.On his 8th birthday,a group of Iwagakure-Nin came to his families residence,hoping for a place to stay for the night.His family agreed and told Zaiaku as he hid,they'll celebrate his birthday tomorrow.Though slightly annoyed,he agreed.That night,the Iwa-Nin found sake and grew drunk,singing and telling jokes that didn't make sense.The father watched with disgust,the sister watched with aggrivation.the mother with disgust,and Zaiaku,frightened.Eventually,his father and the men argued when he told them to leave,leading one of the nin to strike him down.The sister interviened,kicking the man away but was soon restrained by the others.They soon advanced to Zaiaku's mother.Zaiaku's eyes widened and left his hiding place,slashing one the men's throat out with his claw.The others quickly ran outside.Zaiaku thought they left,only to find out that they took out paper bombs and bombared the house,causing it to collapse.Zaiaku rose from the rubble,slightly uneffected,but found his father,pierced with a piece of wood,his sister crushed under the rubble and his mother,a wall collapsed on her lower torso,barely alive.The shinobi stopped their assualt and watched.Zaiaku rushed to his mother,holding her in his arms.She caressed his cheek and uttered her last words."We will always love you...",then fell limp.Zaiaku froze,then broke out in spasms,sobbing wildly and unevenly.The shinobi still watched,dump-founded at this.They approach Zaiaku,but he quickly aroused and smacked all of them away with one arm swing.They next day,he buried his family,crying at their 'funeral' before he left his home,the place where he lived for so long.The outside world was alien to him as he wandered,often stealing food to survive.He traveled for 5 years before arriving in Sunagakure.People and places changed the once innocent Zaiaku into a sinful monstrosity.He found a abandon house and made it his home.He soon entered the academy,scaring most with his appearance,though he passed.He now lives in Suna,his new home,and his new life.

RP Sample: Zaiaku walked quietly along the sandy path.He was wandering aimlessly through the desert,wanting some peace and quiet to smoke.Gray clouds came out his nose as he exhaled the cigar smoke.He was bored beyond his mind,not having fought in days.He suddenly heard movement in the sand,turning around quickly.A lone ninja,donned in a average Suna-nin outfit,possiby a academy student,charged at him,kunai being visible in his hands.Zaiaku smirked,crossing his arms while he let out another puff of smoke.The Suna-nin lashed out,attempting to stab Zaiaku.Zaiaku,having been through this situation before and knowing it all to well,stepped to the right,the kunai not even scraping him,as he lifted his knee and smashed it into the Suna-nin's stomach."....."Said Zaiaku as the Suna-nin jumped back,gaining some distance.".....You die here."Said Zaiaku as he charged at the Suna-nin,realing his fist back as he prepared to punch the child.The Suna-nin attempted to jump over Zaiaku,but still slightly disoriented from the knee smash and Zaiaku's speed having increased by adrenline,Zaiaku's punch landed on the Nin's stomach while he jumped,sending him two yards back,a thud arising when he hit the ground.

Face Claim: Greed:Full Metal Alchemist

DOSSIER: DEMON


”I don't need much to show you, only enough to control you.”

BASIC DETAILS


NAME:
Augus Plothium

ALIASES:
"Hell Spider,Demon Eater,The Hell Thing,It Who Eats Anything"

AGE:
7,899 years

APPARENT GENDER:
Male

HOMESPHERE:
N/A

PICTURE: DEMON:
Spoiler: http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2013/045/e/2/run__by_arkan54-d5uzk9j.jpg


PICTURE: MORTAL:
Spoiler: http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/072/1/3/evil_knight_by_ozzymartin-d3bjh3o.jpg


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PERSONAL DETAILS



DEMON DESCRIPTION:
Augus's base form is that of a eleven foot tall, seven feet wide, mass of hideous demon.Though he appears threatening, he solely relies on his intellegence before attacking,given even at that his strenght can be easily dwarfed by stronger demons.Each of his legs allow him to climb up walls or climb upside down without slowing.He is also fairly fast,often times giving his prey a head start just to catch up with them within the few seconds before eating them.His head appears to be a fleshy skull with two holes for a nose.He has no teeth what so ever but this matters little given he crushes his prey while he chews.His eating allows him to quickly heal wounds or regrow body parts,so Augus's eats pratically any living thing.His skin is blood red,being almost nothing but pure flesh.He has two skeletons,one connecting with the flesh and one hidden deep with the flesh.The main difference being is the more outward skeleton acts like a armor, protecting the more fragile skeleton that Augus actually needs.

MORTAL DESCRIPTION:
This form is actually no different from Augus's demon form.He literally ripped chunks of flesh off until he was in the shape and size of a human, then dawned the armor.Underneath the armor lies Augus's hideous body of contorted flesh and bone.Augus would eat anything he can get his hands on to return to his original form.Though weaker, Augus is much more faster in this form, thus a harder target to hit.His legs are no longer the long spider legs he originally had, but mere slabs of meat from his torso.His head only contains one of his eyes and his mouth.His arms are literal bone, sticking out of his fleshy body.

PERSONALITY:
Red is a eating machine.Despite being highly intellegent, he does nothing but consume those unfortunate enough to cross his path.When not trying to eat, Augus is a rather harsh and cold individual, even by demonic standards.He is seemingly incapable of love,remorse,or even happiness.He only eats.However, he has been known to ally himself with individuals for promise a great reward for Augus helping them.He is a excellent stratigist, often creating traps or creating step by step plans for hunting.His voice is low with a eerie silence that follows after each word.If he just stands there,looking at you with doing anything, you better start running unless you want to be his next meal.

Augus wishes to go to the realm of mortals to cause havoc and gain a feast.He has enough confidence that he can easily take over the human planet with a few weaks.It's not umcommon for Augus to manipulate someone to achieve a high goal then eat the person afterwards.He often times offers the unimagineable wealth or promise to grant their wish or whatever the stupid victim wants.However,when it's time for Augus to fullfill his part of the deal, he reveals he can't do anything the person asked for and eats the victim.

His movements within his so called 'human form' are rather akward and ragity.He usually stumbles or even falls over from time to time.However in his demon form, his legs more in harmony, allowing him to quickly cover great distances in seconds.His tail acts like a third arm,allowing him to grab or attack from behind.

HISTORY:
Sometime in 5,887 B.C, inside the deepest Hell pit lied the molten skeleton of a unfortunate damned soul.The soul,when alive, was a handsome young man.He was kind and considerate.He gave almost everything to those less fortunate...almost.The one flaw the young man had was he love of food.He would eat anything.Despite that,he eventually had a wife and four children.However, he longed for different food given he was eating the same food every day.He began to get cravings that became more and more powerful.One day, while his wife tend to the crops,he stared at his children.He didn't do anything but stare.The children grew uneasy.Soon, the young man got up and lead one of them to a secluded area, promising to give his 'favorite child' a treat.Once alone, he ravanously bite into the child's neck.The child yepled but soon fell limp.Being a expert at cooking,he ate specific parts of his child first, starting with the eyes, then the nose,then tounge,then fingers,then etc.He repeated the process with his other children,the man's mouth and hands soaked in blood.His wife returned home,but saw that her family was missing.As she searched,she accidently stumbled upon her husband feasting on their children.She screamed with fear and ran away, he husband following close behind her.She ran all the way to her father's hut and told him everything.When the young man got there,his wife's father grabbed him by the neck,brutally beating him,resulting him in losing his teeth.The wife's father then tided him up and watched as his dogs ate the young man alive.This memory kept replaying in the young man's mind as his skeleton laid on the ground.Anger soon fueled him and his skeleton stood,flesh forming on it as he let out a hideous roar.He quickly noticed a demon and eat it alive with no trouble and went on a rampage.His rampage ended as he met up with Cerberus,gnarling on a corpse.The two fought for hours but the young man was no match for the supreme hellhound and was soon imprisoned yet again.He slowly learned english and demon while inside prison and broke out once again, having gain knowledge from the damned who surronded him.Dubbing himself Augus Plothium, he set out.
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FACTION:
N/A

SKILLS:

[INTELLEGENCE]:Augus is immensely clever.He can create traps or plans within seconds as if it were child's play.
[EATING HEAL]:Eating living things allows Augus to heal any weapons he's aqcuired or even regrow limps.
[SIZE]:Augus is very big.He can pose as a threaten force to lower demons.

WEAKNESSES:

[STARVING]:Augus is prown to starvation rather quickly and will become much weaker if he dosen't recieve any food.
[ENRAGED]:Though as cunning as Augus is, prown to fits of rage, rushing at anything without thinking.
[WEAK HUMAN FORM]:Augus is severly weak in his so called human form.If he dosen't have any food near by, he's pretty much screwed.


COLOURS:
Demonic
English
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USER DETAILS



ALIAS:
Havik

OTHER CHARACTERS:
None

ROLEPLAY HISTORY:
One year

FACECLAIM:
Code:
Godzilla Creepypasta NES :: RED[b]::[b]makura.deviantart[b]::[b]Evil Knight[b]


CUSTOM RANK:
RUN

Name: Yamu
Alias / Nickname: Rocking Pinapple,Tropical Punch
Age: 15(Lies that he's 24 for more prieveles)
Gender: Male
Race: Pokemorph

Appearance: Yamu is almost identical to a normal Ludicolo in terms of 'features'.Unlike them,however,his arms and legs are of human length.His body isn't round like theirs.In-fact,he seems rather buff.His skin is slightly lighter than a normal Ludicolo's and his fur is slightly darker.Also,his beak is much shorter than a normal one.

The sombreo growth sports four black stems,much larger than a Ludicolo's.The sombreo is also,surprising,take-off-able!Yamu can literally take it off,much as if it was a orginary hat,exposing the top of his furry head.This is because the growth is actually a sperate plant altogether that uses Yamu's headsweat as water.From time to time,the brown stems may even grow bananas!

The index finger on his right hand has a musical note tattooed to it.He sports a seemingly home-made necklace,made of a long piece of yarn and hand-craved,wooden 'L'.The seemingly dark green gloves and socks he wears are in-fact gloves and socks,water-proof!On the same finger,he sewed a picture of his tattoo onto the glove.His fur runs all the way down to his feet,which is alot given he is 6'8 and 145 lbs.He is always carrying his wooden banjo and may even play a tune from time to time.

Personality: Yamu is quite overconfident in his abilities,thus,he tends to underestimate his opponents.His ego is huge and seems to never diminish,even in the bleakest of times.This had inadvertly made him fearless in every aspect.He is very social and can easily talk for hours,even on the simplest of subjects.Thus,he is a great conversationist.He is always care-free,hence Ludicolo are noted to be 'The Care-Free Pokemon'.
Despite his cockyness,Yamu is a rather loyal and trustful person to those he deems as 'friend'.He can easily loose his care-free demeanor and slip into a serious yet caring one when on certain subjects.It has been shown that he despises when his friends cry and he would try anything to make them happy again.He believes to never leave ally behind,and he never has either.He is caring to the point he's sacrifical.

Yamu is easily enraged,however.He can get into arguments about the stupidest things.He would right out smack someone who has insulted him.If his allies or friends are injured,he changes to a much more serious and ruthless persona.When he is like this,he ignores all damage what so ever,rushing to the enemy or be defeated trying.One thing to calm him from this state is the ally him/herself.He loves meat and sweets in-general and hates white milk (unless it's sweet).He is enjoys the more 'simpler' things in life but tends to often go after something new.He loathes hurting the innocent.

Goals: Simple.To become the best.



Trainer Rank: Apprentice
Trainer Type: Basic Trainer
Pokemon:

Seedot:

Type: Human=Pokemon
Species: Ludicolo
Abilities: Own Tempo,Swift Swim
Type(s): Water,Grass
Battle Rank: 3
Stats:
Strength: 4
Defense: 3
Spec. Attack: 3
Spec. Defense: 3
Speed: 3
Level-up Moves:

title/name:

Moves already known:

Nation: Apexia
Alliances: Neutral
Education: Has a 8th grade intelligence and very fluent within the subjects of Science and Social Studies.Terrible at Math.Dropped out due to rascim that occured and wished for a simpler life.



Skills/Talents: He is very skilled at playing the banjo.He is a fluent story writer and drawer.He can lift boulders via brute strength.He is also seems to be gradually kind to everyone he meets and would often even help an opponent during a battle.

Weaknesses/Faults/fears: He tends to not care about certain things and will stay out of them unless he gains something in return.He tends to help opponents during the battle.He also hates being helped without asking for it,believeing he 'had it under control'.At some despressing times,he is shown to have a God Complex,which can lead him to underestimate people.

History:
Yamu was actually born like this.He was a healthy,baby boy who had the characteristics of a lotad.This was due to his mother being a morph,ironically, a Infernape morph.Despite this,both mother and father cared for their baby like any couple would.They were a middle-class family that gave to the poor.Yamu,however,was unique,even by morph standards.Most morphs evolve like pokemon,but Yamu literally grew from a Lotad to Lombre to a Ludicolo.Even the doctors were stumped,but his parents didn't care.Yamu naturally grew up with humans and pokemon alike in Apexia.He made many friends despite being a morph.He had a knack for history and was at the top of his class in that subject.As time passed,the rasicm got worse,his family recieving death threats from random people.They simply ignored it.It gradually got worse,random people throwing things at his house or bully him (though he always beat them up in the end).Luckily,none of his friends nor their families were part of the threats.In-fact,they protected them.This made the bonds between them even closer.The day would still go by normally however.Eat breakfast,go to school,take a nap during Math,get stuff,go home,eat dinner,homework,play with friends,TV,bathe,sleep,restart the process.

As time passed,he grew even more friendly with pokemon,particularly,a lone seedot.He was small,very small,and being bullyed by bigger seedots.Yamu frowned and drove them away.He then inspected the small seedot.It passed out from the bullying.Worried,he brought it home with him.For four weeks,he fed,cleaned,cared,and even polished the little seedot until it was completly healthy.There was one problem however.It didn't want to leave.Yamu asked his parents if he could keep it.They shrugged and he smiled gleefully.He called him Pequeno,due to his small size.Ever since then,that little seedot went everywhere with Yamu.Restarunts,school,home,stores,everywhere.The threats soon stopped coming also.It appeared that the harassers got bored and decided to leave the family alone.The entire family sighed in relief and continued with their daily lives.

Meanwhile,Yamu began learning his first moves.He trained by himself or with Pequeno in the forest near their house.Sometimes even his friends came and watched or played.Yamu,now at age fourteen,now had a sense of style.He wore his sombreo more often and made a necklace with a carved-out,wooden L.Everything seemed perfect.Sadly however,it wasn't.One day,during Pokemon Breeding Class,he recieved a call via the classroom phone.The caller ID stated it was his mother's cellphone.When he answeredit was a man's voice,not like his father's."Are you Yamu?"The voice asked in a stotic tone."Yes."Yamu simply replied."I'm sorry to inform you,but this is the police,your parents are dead."Said the voice."I'm so sorry."He continued,but Yamu dropped the phone and rushed out the school and to his house.Police cars,ambulances,and people surrounded his house.He made his way to policewoman and asked what happened."It appears a assualt happened.He broke in,armed with a hammer,and hit both the male and female in the head."She said,looking at a sheet of paper with words on it.It appeared to be a report.Tears swelled up in Yamu's eyes as he turned,unintentionally looking at his mother and father's dead bodies.He rushed to them,held their hands,practically begging out loud to come back as he sob.Everybody could only watch or try to comfort him as they took him away from the bodies.
A week later,they were buried,leaving young Yamu alone.No,no he wasn't alone.He still had Pequeno,his necklace,and...well thats it.He set off,deciding to become a pokemon master.As time passed,his sadness faded and was replaced by his original personality yet more foolish.However,he will never forget that day,even if he tried.The memory still haunts him.

RP Sample: (Only needed if you are trying to get a higher starting rank than novice or apprentice, and have not won it elsewhere.)

Gender: Male

Age: 15 years

Meister: None yet

Weapon Form:
Spoiler:

As seen in the picture,Nanas's weapon form is a 20 inch vajra of a rather demonic design.The pointed,knife end is extremely sharp,being able to easily bisect a person despite its small size.Nanas's as also has a unique ablitity to 'absorb' soul and magic based attacks.When he absorbs them,they are reverted into pure enerygy,which can then be shot at the opponent,having equal strength of the original attack.The more souls he gets,the more power attacks he is able to absorb.

Love Interest: None

Appearance: Nanas is basically a naga.His lower torso is that of a serpent,reaching 19 feet from the tip of his tail to the top of his head,though,he 'stands' at 5'9..It's underside is white while its topside is decorated with white streaks along his obsidian colored scales.His upper torso has no scales,rather,onyx skin.He has the build of the average 15 year old.On his chest is a white heart,a trademark of his creator.He wears rather large glasses over his onyx eyes,given he is near-sighted.He keeps his black hair short and unkept.He is almost always seen wearing a grizzy hoodie,often having it open,showing a small portion of his chest and belly.He commonly carries 3 kunais and a scythe with him,least he need to defend himself.

Personality: Nanas is loud-mouthed, rude and confident. He believes he and his meister are capable of overcoming any opponent, regardless of how good or bad they actually are at fighting.He is also rather violent,often becoming violent whenever he gets riled up.He is also slightly perverted,often nose bleeding when he sees a attractive person.Despite this,he seemingly has a very caring personality,often having to swallow his pride to help a friend or ally in need.He is also seemingly embarrassed by the idea of dateing,despite his boasting,and becomes very shy and quiet.

His self confidence has grew to the point he literally fears nothing and has no phobias.Though fearless,he isn't stupid,and knows when they are outmatched,which of course,he dosen't show.He will seemingly try his best at anything he does,even though he may fail horribly in the end.

History: Nanas was originally a failed attempt of making a Demon Sword.A power-hungry witch,wanting a 'puppet' she could use to battle the Shibusen,decided to make a artificial Demon Sword.The entire experiment took 9 nines to finish(including failures).However,right before she thought she had it,meisers came and fought her,hoping to claim her soul.They failed,of course,but through out the battle,her lab was destroyed and his experiment mutated.Instead of a Demon Sword,she made a Weapon.This,of course,angered her immensely,and tried to kill Nanas.Nanas,scared for his life,fled and went to Death City,where he was accepted by the DWMA.

Miscellaneous:

The witch needed a medium for the body of her weapon,so she chose the DNA of a snake as the medium.Thus,Nanas has some characteristics of a snake such as superior sight and smell.

He loves reading manga.

His favorite food is anything sweet.

He is a fan of chinese food.