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First Name:Sairento
Last Name: Bakuhatsu
Alias:The Silent Explosion
Gender: Male
Age: Seventeen
Birthday: September Third
Sexuality:Straight
Relationships: None
Affiliation: Hidden Glacier Village
Rank: Special Jounin
Element: Ice, Wind, Water
Specialization: Ninjutsu(Primary),Genjutsu(Secondary),Ijutsu(Tertiary)

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Dislikes: There is only one thing that Sairento dislikes above everything else: The Kazangakure.

Personality:Sairento's personality contradicts with his name in the fact that he is actually not silent. He's fun to be around, and generally lifts the spirits of those he encounters. He can be serious, but one would not be able to tell from looking at him. He's strictly spontaneous outside of battle: doing most things without thinking about them. There's no real reason that he does this, but some think him disturbed.

He has a flirting side as well, which he shows to all the beautiful women he comes across. He flirts with many women, leading them on. This could be put as the stasis of commitment issues, or he could just be trying to find the right woman to spend the rest of his life with. No one truly knows, but then again, it seems no one truly cares.

While in battle, Sairento is focused, and ready. His eyes wander not from his target, and if he has multiple ones, he's ever ready. There are many ways that people go about battle, but Sairento's is usually attack quickly from a longer range. Or get in close and personal to destroy them.

Likes:
There are many things that Sairento likes, and this starts on the basis of ice. He not only likes ice because he is a user of it from his clan, but because there are so many poetic things to be said about ice. It is beautiful to him. He likes things like snow, mountains, and flirting with girls as well.

Motivation: Sairento's motivation comes from a hidden anger at the Hidden Volcano village. Their fires destroy a lot of things and melt some of the ice within the hidden glacier. He's vowed to take down the Atsusakage.

Fears: The only thing that Sairento really fears is not being able to protect those close to him from the fires of Kazangakure. As they seem to be stronger than the ice jutsu he has.


Clan Information

Clan nameShichiyou

Bloodline Name:Shichiyoudou

Bloodline Ability:This unique bloodline is the ability to create ice on the whim and to travel through it. They can perform jutsu only using one hand.

Location:Hidden Glacier

Clan History:

History

History:The history of Sairento is a mildly short one. There isn't much known about him that isn't in the sacred Shichiyou family book. Tenzou hid this away to keep the secrets of the clan, but what is known is that Sairento was never a, say 'model' main branch member. He was never paid attention to when he was younger, as his older brother was the only family he knew. There were so many things to be done though, and his older brother (the kage) could not do much to help Sai as he grew up.

Eventually sairento grew in with the wrong crowd, going around the village doing as he pleased. He got into fights, and basically did anything he could for attention. He was surprised at how much he got away with because his brother was the kage. He was as one could say a 'gifted' person now. There were many people who began to resent Sairento because they thought he abused the power he was given.

But still, no attention from the one person he craved it from: Tenzou. The kind of attention he got was not good, but it was attention. He was letting feelings of hate towards his brother grow. But then again, it wasn't really hate. He was just resenting his brother never seeming to have the time to care for him. He was resenting that there was never really anytime his brother was there for him.

He spent all of his days training when he grew out of getting in trouble. Hoping for acceptance from the would be family he had. He would always work, aiming to master the bloodline he had been born into. Many of the days he trained, he came home bloody, but from his own jutsu. And the only people to see him, and take care of him were the servants in the palace of ice he called home.

His wounds were always treated by people who had a choice on whether or not to care for him. the feelings they had for him, Sairento felt were artificial. He longed for more than that. He longed to have some one actually care about him for something other than monetary value. When he came to the age of seventeen, he'd always stare at the sky, wondering if this was how it was supposed to be. Him, feeling so alone without the hand of judgement guiding him.

From time to time, he'd visit his brother, always either finding him gone, or too busy to see him. This type of treatment made Sairento feel like just..Escaping from the village. So he would travel whenever he could, leaving when he wanted. Unlike most jounin, he didn't have a squad. And unlike most Jounin, his family wasn't at the chuunin, genin, or even jounin exams! Watching him, praying that he came out on top, praying that he would be alright. No, he was alone at all times, and this is how he would always feel.

RP Sample:
Blowing wind, rustling branches and leaves, there was just this within the jungle to show that any life was present. From a distance, loud thuds and roars of rage could be heard. Following these sounds, one would find a figure dressed in a green hooded sweat shirt. Along with a white t-shirt, and green pants and shoes matching the hooded sweat shirt in color. The figure himself was pale white, and had a few piercing upon his bottom lip, nose and eyebrow. Within his ears would be ear-buds, with their string leading to a cd player on the hip of the figure. He had but one discerning mark: a tattoo of a chinese dragon wrapped around a crucifix. He had in his hand a large great sword, chakra seeping from it, uttering raw power. In front of him was the base of a large, round tree now covered in sharp crystals pushing into the tree itself. The crystals themselves were purple in color, but had a hint of green chakra.

The male grinned, huffing slightly before turning around to face another tree like the one with the crystals within them, raising his sword. With one slash, he let out a wave of crystals the size of arrows, with the shape of spears. They bombarded the trunk of the tree, in a design matching a wolf. The crystals themselves had sunk deep into the trunk, about half way, showing the force and velocity of them. With another slash, he let loose more crystals, this time they traced up the tree itself, in a long line of sharpened death. The chakra exuding from the man showed his clear prowess over the type of jutsu he was using. He laughed to himself, and it echoed out among the jungle, a laugh like a hyena. This laugh, had sparks of insanity running within it, and he showed no contempt to quiet it.

There were many things that looked to be wrong with this being, but he didn't care. And with handseals being made seconds after his laughter ceased, chakra pushed out from his shoulder blades, these coming to the form of wings. After a moment they hardened into crystalization, chakra moving steadily within them. He moved his form into the air with the help of these wings, throwing his sword at the tree he was attacking, making more handseals, before watching it split into numerous arrow-sized crystals, them impaling the tree as well. This made him laugh once more, making another string of handseals, his chakra concentrating on the palms of his hands.

After a moment, he pointed his palms towards the tree itself, clenching his fists. After which, chakra blasted out, wrapping around the tree in a large sphere. Without a second of though, he clapped his knuckles together, watching the sphere of chakra contort onto the tree, green lightning shooting from all sides, pushing against the tree, rending it, burning it, and all over just lashing within, around, and through it. Upon releasing the jutsu, the tree itself fell into splinters before him, completely decimated.

He watched his work for a few minutes, before moving himself to land back upon the ground, releasing the chakra that held his wings together. He fell to his knees, breathing heavily after exerting all his energy, and most of his chakra. A lone tear fell into the soil, as his fists clenched. He sighed, before falling back to sit, and eventually lay down, eyes closing silently for him to fall into a needed slumber.
(taken from my main)