First Name:Ika
Last Name: Mazi
Alias: The Black Death.
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Height: 6'2
Weight: 160 pounds
Birthday: December Ninth of Nineteen Ninty-Eight.
Sexuality: Straight.
Relationships: He's up there in triple digits...
Affiliation: Hidden Moon-Tsukigakure
Rank: Genin (Will aim for Jonin)
Element: Earth-Water
Specialization: Taijutsu-Ninjutsu
Personality: Ika is an interesting character in most facets and meanings of the word, he is a cynical person by most definitions and extremely pessimistic as well, not to say that he cannot see the good in anything, he simply chooses to see the worst in most things and finds that to be the more intelligent view to take on. Ika is in large part due to his overwhelmingly fucked up past something of an overprotective guy and protects whomever he loves at all cost, this includes putting his life on the line in a second if he felt one of these people were in danger, but this is not to say he is a good person. Ika is indeed by most peoples personal feelings an awful person that some whom are not to close to him may say he is an evil person, he is not evil by any stretch either, he simply refuses to be one-hundred percent good and pure for the sake of people liking him and accepting him, it is simply put outside of his character and he refuses to conform to fix this misunderstood and widely unaccepted character trait of his. Another thing about Ika that makes some people have a certain distaste for him is his overwhelming sense of dread and hatred towards people that do not attempt to understand him or treat him as anything less than what he is, this is something most people simply believe he should be able to take but he can't and he refuses to due to his strong willed personality.
Ika is scary in the way that he has what most people like to refer to as "Killer Instinct", and what this means is that Ika has no qualms with killing those he feels he needs to kill, and far less compassion that he puts forth any sort of display of towards them when he does the aforementioned act. Ika is known as the Black Death for several reasons, one of these reasons is his overwhelming love for everything black to the point where most of his attacks involve black, and the other reason is the fact that he hates everything and everyone and kills people at a rate in war that only a plague could hope to match to any considerable degree, it is because of this he is well loved when on the battle field, and cunningly avoided off of it by most people for good reason. Ika is known to be a highly intelligent person and his battle and real world knowledge are unmatched by just about anyone of similar rank, he truly cannot stand being outdone in any way shape or form at, well, just about anything and it is due to this that Ika is known for being extremely competitive, which is partially true but it is also a very misguiding thing to believe, he is not childish enough to throw a fit if he loses at anything it simply irritates him internally, not that he'd ever let it show to anyone or anything. Ika is also well known for being well informed on political subjects and real world knowledge and is known as being something of a genius to most people and this invaluable trait is extremely useful in battle. He is also known for being something of a perfectionist and attempts to be the best at everything if it is at all possible, which for an overachiever like him it usually is well within his grasp.
Ika is well known for the fact that he takes no shit from no one and that includes higher ups, or people beneath him in rank, he simply put hates to be bossed around at all and is very bad at taking orders, this trait is amplified if he does not like the orders he is being given for personal reasons that he holds close to his heart. This trait causes a large amount of squabbles and issues with people that are above him or have some sense of entitlement, he simply does not care to much about what others say and this is both a positive trait and a negative one all at the same time.Ika hates pity of all forms, he hates it when people pity him and he will never pity someone else for the stupid shit they have had to go through. He views the world as a kill or be killed world that isn't fair by any means, so by this logic, Ika simply finds it to be overly profound bullshit to pity anyone, over anything. He is however known to empathize with some people and if they aren't begging for attention or pity, he is even known to be somewhat helpful to people in bad situations, especially if they are at all similar to the one he was in as a child since he knows the pain they feel. After all, he at one point felt it to.
Ika makes an attempt to be a truly polite and gentlemanly individual and that usually works out very well, he opens the door or helps anyone with anything so long as he feels it to be necessary to help them, aka if they are old and senile or if they are women, especially with big tits, he is very polite around them.. the woman not the tits!. He holds his views close to his heart and though some aren't necessarily politically correct to any large extent or another he does keep them close to home and ensures himself a good understanding of them before he fully commits himself to any one opinion or view on anything whether it be politically, emotionally, or ideally. Due to his complete lack of regard for people and their sensitive bullshit he does sometimes step over the proverbial line between alright and "woah he did not just say that..", not like he cares, he has never claimed to be politically correct rather he simply and precisely states that he is not a racist, rather he hates all people equally regardless of race, shape, or size and he loves all women the same to. Ika is extremely versatile and is very good at playing numerous instruments and can even sing pretty well, though he rarely showcases it he does even have an old Gibson guitar at home he calls Jobe and does not let ANYONE even step within 10 feet of it without getting the meanest look they have ever even seen. Ika is a bit of a perv and though he truly try's not to look directly towards a girls breast or butt he usually fails pretty soundly unless there is truly nothing worth even looking at on that said girl.
Ika hates stress and has an extremely difficult time with taking critique, especially if he himself does not agree with it though usually if he doesn't agree with it it is false critique since Ika has a fairly honest opinion of himself and can accept that he has his flaws but he also knows what they are and are not. He finds life to be a meaningless illusion and often treats it as such by not really giving a f*ck about his well-being, what people think of him, or much less what people think of his decisions in life and how he chooses to think of things and what he believes in due to those being his life choice, he just remembers that someday they will drop dead and he'll get to dance on their grave. He is something of a nymphomaniac and will f*ck whenever he can if he can when he gets the chance and has never resorted to porn or Hentei for pleasure, probably more or less because he has never had to, he just kinda walks in and picks a girl or two and that's who he's having that night (HE WILL NOT BE IN MATURE RPS -.-). Ika idolizes people who just generally don't give a shit and live life the way it should be lived, or as he likes to call it, living by the 3 f*cks of life. They are, F*ck, don't give a F*ck, and don't get f*cked. Ika writes poetry and songs and keeps them to himself in a diary he hides in a hidden place away from people.
Ika is a proud stoner and enjoys being one, he even has a bull burn on his left thigh to prove it and he considers it to be proof of his independence from society in a way though it is always covered, he can not even remember who gave it to him or why he decided to get it or how they even got that far up his leg to give it to him. He hates anyone who’s overprotective of others and believes learning the hard way is sometimes the only true way to learn anything, his thoughts are that if you learn something the hard way the teaching will last far longer than a simple easy let down or pat on the back with a stern no don't do that, this is quite ironic seeing a she as a whole is extremely, almost unbearably overprotective of his friends and those he finds himself caring about in any way shape or form. When Ika is completely stoned out of his mind which is again, frequent enough to be a factor most of the time, he is care free, easy going, humorous and extremely laid back which displays his Apathy to it's fullest scale. Ika has been known to never fall in love feeling it only leads to heartbreak and claims he has no heart left to break thus he prefer to pass on anything that could prove this factual claim otherwise though he has been known to love plenty of women for a night or two.. ;p He is known to be a problem child in his youth and had frequent run ins with the law for things such as Assault, position of a weapon, usually his knife, and possession of Cannabis and for the most part they effect him in the way that he understands the system of for every action there is an equal or opposite reaction just that much better.
Rock, Death Metal, Heavy Metal and sometimes even Rap from certain artist. He is often caught with his IPod in his ears blaring some of his favorite tunes of all kinds and humming singing or sometimes even playing along with the music, his favorite bands and singers include Jonny Craig, Craig Owens, Hannah Trigwell, Eminem, Tyler The Creator, letlive., Brand New, Suicide Silence, Old Bring Me The Horizon, and Isles And Glaciers. Ika is quite powerful and is known to be a prodigy after graduating from the academy in less than a year though he prefers to keep it as a personal achievement so he isn't that of as more of a cocky arrogant prick than he already is though of by most people that do not know him well enough to form a valid opinion of him. He has been known to have a drink with everyone once in a while and was even been known to drink with the different squads on occasion and put down the alcohol better than the best of them. He is an extremely vocal person and is also extremely sociable though he finds himself to be more or less antisocial by most meanings of the word, he simply powers through his fears of socializing and attempts to do it to an extent where it is still enjoyable. He believes that those whom die in battle are immortalized on the battlefield in which they lie and if they died for a rightful cause their souls shall live on forever, and they are far luckier than those who lived to tell the surely horrifying tales of the battle that took their lives. He finds those who die in battle to be the ultimate martyr's and truly they are usually the only people he truly one hundred percent respects which is saying a lot seeing as Ika himself is for the most part extremely disrespectful.
Ika is a gloomy and depressed person without a blunt in his mouth and finds life absolutely pointless though he keeps this to himself due to his immense hatred of emotions, much less showing them to people he doesn't even like. Ika does not fear death one bit and feels at some points in time deaths the only way out of misery, due to this he finds that sometimes, killing and suicides may be almost peaceful and humane ways of dealing with problems even though they are not the most socially acceptable, though he has never really had a problem with going against the ideology of "Normal" People. Ika as a writer, speaker and person is probably the deepest person at a personal level you've ever met and writes, sings, and even talks whilst almost always attempting to convey some sort of idea or thought to the person on the other end if he finds himself in a position of care towards the given person. Since Ika is usually high off his ass, he is somewhat lazy and nonchalant because of the high for people whom he has no invested interest or care in and if he isn't he's in dire need of a blunt . Ika can be caught at rare times without using one of his "Escape paths" (Alcohol, Weed, Cigarettes, Cutting) but these are extremely rare instances that of which usually last less than a day or two at the absolute maximum and shouldn't be a time you should expect to be able to predict, rather they are almost predetermined by him himself.
Ika is usually caught with a blunt in his mouth and if he doesn’t have one he is often depressed because he often recalls the terrible things that happened to him in the past before his ninja days, due to this he usually keeps a blunt nearby or bites his lip and fakes being happy. Ika is, though narcissistic in many ways, very happy with his appearance due to him continuing to upkeep himself with pride and integrity making sure that he is attractive and presentable as possible and some may even term him conceited due to his mannerisms in this said regard . He was a cutter and an emotionless wreck before his ninja days though most of these issues relating to this and caused by this have been resolved, there are still times where he almost reverts back to this form though he refuses himself the stinging displeasure of reverting all the way back to that pathetic shell of what he is today. He loves to spar and fight and does this quite often in his spare time to practice for what he calls the "real fights" which are usually just mild scuffles with imbeciles not knowing when they are over-matched but all the same. He is known as someone that makes every single possible thing he can sting and is extremely good at mind games with foes and making someone hurt physically without doing a ton of damage. He finds himself to be a master of the art of sadism and enjoys this immensely.
Ika has always been very accepting of people with different sexualities or if they had certain fetishes and has actually been interested in such things as well, and knows much about just about every fetish or Serial Killer known to man and does only because of people he once knew. In this regard he was pretty easy to get along with because he didn't give a shit what you liked what made you erect or what race you are he just really couldn't give a shit. He views all people as equal and sees discrimination to be complete and utter bullshit and though he makes jokes about every race out there he is one of the most nonjudgmental people out there today. His favorite Serial Killer of all times is Jeff Dahmer just because...well lets be real here Dahmer did as he damn well pleased to get his hard on which makes Ika in a sort of smartass kind of way think of him as a hero. As you can see Ika is quite...well... “Interesting".
Likes: As something of a nonsexual sadist, or someone whom loves to inflict pain to those who defy him, Ika is known to enjoy inflicting pain almost to much to be considered truly human, this trait gives him almost a sociopathic touch to his character when someone he cares for pisses him off enough to bring this aspect of him to the surface. Ika is also known as something of a ladies man and loves to bring home the ladies, often bedding whatever he can get his hands on that is half attractive, and he can usually get his hands on whatever he wants, whenever he wants, however he wants and this definitely does not go unnoticed by anyone that watches him. Ika is known as a fairly prominent drinker and can down half a bar before getting terribly drunk, he likes the feeling of boozing because it loosens him up to the outside world and his mind it opens him up to others with a more social and approachable personality taking over him when he gets drunk or tipsy. Ika is known for his habitual smoking of whatever he can get his hands on, primarily Cigars, Cigarettes, and Pot, all of these things calm him down and take the edge off of whatever mood he is in, and most of all they relieve almost all stressful feelings he is feeling at that point without truly killing his drive to do things, sure he gets lazy and gets the munchies on occasion, but weed for some reason does not make Ika as lazy as it probably should overall, though this may not be a necessarily bad thing for him seeing as he would never get anything done if smoking truly did hinder his capabilities, or social functioning in the real world. Ika is almost unbelievably fight happy and though as a ninja you'd think this would help him gain experience and perfect his power, while gaining valuable recognition coupled with ultimately realizing his limitations, all fighting has done for Ika is bolster his ego to new heights and give him an even more narcissistic asshole with almost overwhelmingly apparent pride and swagger (in the dictionary sense not the gay ghetto fag sense) about him.
Dislikes: Ika has very little remorse for people and this is probably because for the most part, he hates most people with a burning passion, as such, he hates the ideals of pity, compassion, and love in itself though he is incredibly susceptible to lust, but he never comes close to equating it with love or passion or anything of any similar sort. Ika also hates just about all forms of optimism and optimistic people in general, he finds this viewpoint to be an ignorant and otherwise irritating one seeing as it only allows for lack of admission of defeat, lack of admission to how shitty a situation, object, or life event is, and most of all it doesn't allow for enough critique on anything. He also hates anyone who would ever harm his friends and or loved ones in any way shape or form and has been known to become somewhat murderous and diabolical when someone harms someone he legitimately cares about, by that I mean he's been known to skin people alive and salt their wounds to make the pain last for them longer, then cut them to death with their own weapons while making their families and friends watch if he can find them in the nearby vicinity, this has legitimately happened, when you fudge with Ika he does indeed become one of the craziest bastards to ever grace the earth with his ever so fucked presence on it. Ika also hates not getting his way and being something of a prideful arrogant asshole and even something of a brat, he will certainly do whatever he can within his power to get his way if he feels it is his right to get the thing he wants, and usually even if he doesn't he will try his damnedest to get his way one way or another and if it means fucking someone else over that he doesn't particularly care about one way or another? He is in no way, shape, or form against doing just that. Ika most of all hates conformist wastes of good old fashion carbon dioxide, and the people that he considers wastes of air are commonly referred to as "Mouth Breathers" by him seeing as he truly believes deep down in his heart of stone and ice that the only purpose some of these people on the planet serve is wasting his air and this irritates him greatly at times. He hates all these people.
Motivation: What motivates Ika could be called lusting for power and a higher position in the world than he probably deserves, it could be called prideful motives driving him through day to day activities and forcing him up the social and power level, but what really separates Ika's motives is tragedy, tragedy and self entitlement are what drive Ika more than anything else in the world, this isn't to say he can't mix his motives with those of others and even have others striving for goals with him, it means he will do whatever it takes to reach his personal goals. His motives are most often construed as a lack of discipline and a lack of regard for others and that just isn't so, his personal goals are more often than not made purely from the tragedies of the loved ones he's lost, that is how he justifies his knack for getting his way, how he justifies his need for power and ability, because his friends would have wanted it for him, they're dead so he needs to live up to those expectations for them. That's what drives them, what they would want for him in life, what he needs for him in life and what he needs for himself to convince himself that their deaths were not in vain, that their deaths weren't for some nobody that ended up amounting to nothing like everyone thought Ika would, like everyone thought he would and they would. He couldn't stand his feeling of self pity, his feeling of death and apathy when he walked around as a kid, wasting his days with drugs and alcohol and sex like some fucked up maniacal junky. That's not what he wanted in life, and he'd be damned if that's what he made himself deal with on a day to day basis, he was going to become larger than life, larger than what his already impossible skills would ever allow normally. He wanted to become a god among men, and he'd be damned if he was stopped before reaching his goal.
Fears: Ika doesn't fear death, in fact he idolizes it in some ways and fashions, that being said he does fear dying alone, dying a nobody and not becoming more than what he should have in his mind at least, he does not want to die being a nobody, he fears dying and not being remembered past his funeral, he lives to be remembered, yearns to be accounted for when the best ninja in the world are mentioned, he wants to be mentioned among their ranks. Ika fear his friends dying, he doesn't want to lose anyone he holds dear, he doesn't want to watch anyone he loves or cares about die anymore, he's tired of it, he's numb to the pain but it still somehow stings, he doesn't want to have to worry about the whole death ordeal anymore, he fears not being able to control his destiny, and the destiny of those he is closest to, and those that could harm those he is closest to, he wants to be able to control everything related to this. Ika fears watching his friends die as this is not an event he ever wants to go through again in his lifetime, once was enough for him and once was still far to tragic for Ika to ever be able to put it into perspective or words as he truly believes there are no words to describe the losses he's had to deal with, nothing can compare to what he has been forced to cope with and go through since the beginning of his life, but he fears having to experience it anymore since then, he simply refuses to have to deal with anymore pain. He refuses to allow his friends to experience anymore pain, and he fears allowing them to. His last fear is more prominent than any of his others and is more evident than any of his others, he fears sleeping because of his night terrors, he hates sleep and any sort of sleep tends to make him regret trying to sleep immensely, he hates seeing his friends mangled bodies, he hates smelling the stench of decay, and even more so hates tasting his own tears as he has to listen to how they're dead, how it's his fault, he's helpless. He fears being helpless.
Mazi Mazi
Bloodline Ability: Numb-This ability allows any member of the Mazi bloodline to be completely immune and unaware of pain, emotional, mental, or physical pain are completely void to him so long as Ika deems it necessary, the drawback is the longer he uses this the more likely it is that he will become reckless since he is after all, unable to feel when his limits have been reached, as such, this ability can only last 5 post with a 5 post cooldown time. Another drawback to this ability is that any lingering pain he experiences while using this technique he will feel in full once he steps out of this technique and begins to fight without it, if he was stabbed, he'll feel the pain that lingers, if his friend just got killed, he'll immediately be faced with the emotional distress of the situation.
Location: Hidden Moon-Tsukigakure.
Clan History: Mikazami Mazi is where this bloodline truly begins, he learned the fullest extents of his abilities and clan powers by training his ass off and in the end he was indeed rewarded with the power of numbness, this numbness was of great assistance to him in many battles, and even granted him the status of being one of the strongest ninja in all the land. No member of the Mazi clan has ever ranked below Chunin at the end of their lives, and so far, the past 3 generations have not ranked under Jonin at all, most becoming one before they even exited their teenage years, usually by the age of 16, you're expected to be at least a Special Jonin as a Mazi, or training to be a Jonin and it better be very close at hand, or you're pretty much a disappointment and as you can imagine, these expectations are a pain in the ass to reach and for someone as usually laid back as Ika, you can imagine the expectations would have been incredibly hard to live up to had he not been naturally gifted as all hell. Ika's dad was a man by the name of Mikizi Mazi and his moms name is Yasume Mazi, they gave birth to the most recent member of the family Ika Mazi when they were in their early twenties. Ika's mom was a nurse, and died during labor. Ika's dad died a few years later, and was given to a foster parent.
: Ika was born December ninth of nineteen ninety-eight in the village of the Hidden Moon, Tsukigakure, his mother’s name was Yasume Mazi, and his father’s name was Mikizi Mazi, both very well respected ninjas within their ranks, in fact, Yasume was one of villages best medical ninja, and Mikizi was one of their best assault and combat ninjas, so as you can imagine the two met rather often. Ika was born at night, under the full moon and many, including his father, had assumed that’s who he would take after combat wise, and they were right. From an early age, Ika was proficient in any and all sorts of combat, and even more motivated to pursue his ultimate dream of becoming a powerful ninja like his dad, than anyone would have ever been able to fathom. Life up until Ika was about five, was normal, and rather fun. He had excelled in school, he had learned many languages, he could throw kunai at a distance and stick them in target on trees, he was fast for his age, large for his age, strong for his age, and he seemed like the epitome of “The prodigal son,” so to speak. There was only one problem, and this one had pretty much cost Ika at any hopes he may have had of having a normal childhood. You see, the problem for Ika wasn’t skin deep, or even with Ika himself, his issue was caused by a break in. A high class rogue ninja group broke into Ika’s home, they killed his mother as soon as they got there and his dad was slaughtered soon after, Ika of course had no chance so he simply hid under his bed, watching the blood drip onto the floor, watched the blood stain the walls, his house had a new paint job by the time these bandits were done with his parents. They had done nothing wrong, they were just in the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong people. Ika waited, tears welling up in his eyes as he watched the people leave his home, it was destroyed, the people he loved, and that loved him the most had just been killed before his very eyes. He slowly crawled out from under the bed and shook his mother trying to wake her, hoping she was perhaps truly alive, then his dad, he checked their pulse and shook again. They were gone. He heard no breathe, no heartbeat, hours passed as his hopes of them coming back to life began to slowly fade to unquestionable doubt and comprehension of the situation at hand. His parents were dead, and as he tried to dry his tears he noticed his father’s fingers laid by something that looked like words. He lifted his father’s left hand and saw the word “Pain” written in blood, and as he lifted his father’s right hand he noticed another word inscribed in word, this word was “Numb”. Ika jumped back slowly and ran away from his home, he didn’t know where he was going other than far away from where the corpses of his beloved mother and father had been unwillingly laid to rest, at the hands of men who probably would not face any sort of consequences for their actions. Ika found a hole and buried himself in it sobbing as rain poured over him, he ran to the village to alert everyone he might possibly know that could help him, he was cast aside by all but one old man who took him in for the night, and chose to not let him freeze to death out in the cold rainy night, and listened to his story. Knowing that Ika’s dad was such a highly respected ninja, he had his doubts about Ika’s story, but he also knew Ika had no reason to lie to him, so he went with Ika and checked out the situation. When the man left and confirmed what Ika had said, he notified the rest of the villagers as soon as he could, and gathered a search party to find the men whom had did this to them. It was a sad day for him, and anyone else whom had known Ika’s parents, but that wouldn’t be all of his troubles. Ika grew to love this man as the closest thing he had left to family, the man raised him, fed him, kept him with clothes on his back, Ika was a pretty blessed kid and he was definitely thankful for it and tried to help the old man whenever he could, though even then times would of course get rough during certain times of the year. For example, the old man was a trader so if something that his clients wanted was not in season he was in quite a pickle, so Ika definitely had to help out and bring in some money from time to time to keep them afloat. Not that Ika minded this, he owed the man this much and so much more, but it was definitely not the way he saw himself living life at this age, not at this point of his life. Ika was about 12 when he entered the Ninja Academy; he was a Genin before his next birthday and was assigned a squad with a sensei by the name of Tsubine Yamakazi. He had teammates named “Jun Tomoshibi, Rena Yisola, and Kano Kressent.”
Ika’s first mission was an easy one, he had to save a cat from a very high tree, though of course he was intent on saving the cat, he was definitely curious as to how the cat got up there. The leader of his squad Tsubine groaned and looked up at the cat “well I suppose this is as good of a time as any to practice chakra control”. The other two squad members groaned and Ika just kind of looked at the tree, mesmerized, for one thing he still couldn’t figure out how the cat got up that high, and for another he had no clue how he would go on about getting up there until his sensei explained it to him. Ika excelled at this and on his first try almost made it to the very top of the tree. He grinned as he dropped down “Wow that was easy.” Tsubine gave him an odd little look signifying that he was a little more than shocked at Ika’s proficiency at such a young age. As Ika’s teammates floundered their first few tries, and produced less than impressive results, Ika was already at the top of the tree petting the cat and grinning. “Come on guys!” He yelled at the top of his lungs. He grinned as they began to show a general hint of displeasure at how easily he took to this training, and just about every other kind, and how they seemed totally inept in comparison. They both grinned and hit the tree with a short burst of concentrated chakra and Ika began to fall out of the tree with the cat, but regained his footing on a falling branch and landed on the next tree over. He then waltzed down grinning at the both of his teammates “Well their goes your practice, dumbasses.” Tsubine could do nothing but grin at this point as Ika walked off, a glimmering aura of victory surrounded him. He definitely wasn’t likable, but you definitely had to cheer for him like him or not.
They went on several missions together as time went on, growing close as a squad and they were almost family to Ika. Or at least, they were the closest thing he had to it. Finally, a month before Ika’s 14th birthday, his squad was invited to partake in the Chunin exam, they all eagerly agreed to go and join having honed their battle skills to what they thought were Jonin level. They had no idea what kinds of hell awaited them. Their master let them go and during the Forest of Death training exercise, Ika watched both of his teammates die, and killed the squads of those whom killed them. Ika graduated top honors, though he found it hard to swallow that it was at the expense of his squad-mates lives. He couldn’t believe had just watched more people die in front of him; he hated it and felt powerless to stop anyone, or anything. If he couldn’t protect then what was he good for? After completing more missions and killing more high leveled foes, halfway through Ika’s fourteenth year on this planet he became a Special Jonin, and he was far more than capable of slaughtering anyone and everyone whom attempted to get in the way of his ultimate goals. He was given a squad of Genin to watch over, a young girl named Yuki Asuda, a young boy named Haruhi Yusaki, and another young boy named Anz Tomishibi. They were sent on a dangerous mission under the expectation of it being some simple delivery work, and they were completely unaware of the fact that the true dangers were not in the trek ahead, but what roadblocks were ahead of them.
It was like Déjà vu to Ika, as they slept on the third night of their mission, Ika had heard a sound and quickly awakened his squad, he told them to stay behind him, and they did so scared and quivering, as Ika began to hear the maniacal laughs of those he so desperately wanted to kill. He wanted to protect these young people, he was strong enough to, as soon as the first kunai was thrown and they broke formation however, a slaughter broke loose. One of the ninjas threw a kunai that turned into 30 and though the young girl Yuki Asuda was intelligent enough to use Substitution Jutsu to dodge that attack, she did not notice the man behind her as she reappeared, whom with a grin from ear to ear cleaved her head from her shoulders cleanly. Ika didn’t even hear a scream, he just saw her head roll right in front of him, eyes wide open in front of him, and he couldn’t be weak now, even though he so desperately wanted to scream, “Anz! Haruhi! Get over here now!” Ika shouted this at the top of his lungs so desperately wanting them by his side so he could plan an escape, yet as soon as he found Haruhi he found him pinned to a tree with a kunai, and as he pulled it out of Haruhi, he found that it was a paper bomb and dashed back. Haruhi was blown to smithereens, and Ika almost went with him. Ika went to find Anz, he was incapable of holding back the tears in his eyes until he saw Anz pinned to a tree with Kunai, and as Ika ran to help him he was beat to him by a shuriken, which pinned Anz in the head. Ika went numb, his tears dried up and he allowed them to surround him, he allowed them to hit him with whatever they could. He ran through 15 kunai, and cut one of the assailant’s throats. He grinned and hit the ground with a unique and untimely thud; Black Flames and Lightening slithered off his hand and crackled and he attacked two of the enemies with a barrage of rights and lefts, all of which impaled them on contact. He turned to face the last of them, whom slowly backed away throwing kunai, shurikens, and whatever else he could get his hands on at Ika. Ika grabbed a paper bomb kunai out of the air and dashed forwards shoving it in the man’s chest. He dashed back and watched the man explode. Blood covered the package he was sent to deliver, and he let out an audible moan looking at it, as he passed out.
A search party was sent out to find Ika’s squad, and if it weren’t for the necessity of a pulse check, Ika would have been looked over as dead, and he should have been dead by all accounts. They delivered the package and took Ika back to the village for medical treatment, and as soon as he could move he was expected to deliver a briefing on what had happened, the only word he wrote on his original debriefing was “Pain”. And he was left alone until he could think clearly and write a proper debriefing. When offered another squad of young wannabe Shinobi Ika staunchly and quickly declined. He had watched too many people die by this point, he wanted to be stronger before he had to live for others again, if he had to protect he wanted to be damn sure he could do it properly. As his fifteenth birthday came and went he entered the Jonin Exams in the hopes of raising his rank, he succeeded in glorious fashion as always. Ika to this day remains loyal to the village of the Hidden Moon, his birthplace, and the home of all those whom he so desperately wants to protect, and he doesn’t even mind being there anymore, rather, he considers it a part of him almost, as if it were a part of him. The village had just the right amount of peace to allow him ample time to think and relax, and just enough action to keep him occupied as well as entertained beyond a reasonable doubt. Ika had been battles tested many times, watched people come and go, and as such this was his life, but many chapters had been left untold thus far. Ika was only fifteen after all and his best years were ahead of him according to most reasonable people. In his spare time, he trained to protect those he loved, he learned many high level Jutsu unique to him and him alone, often he developed them by simply mixing them with Jutsu he had already known, and coming up with something spectacular from said arrangement. Ika was an amazing Ninja, a fine specimen by most expectations.
Ika was a fine ninja, gifted with many tools and is considered a seasoned ninja despite his young age, he is wise beyond his years and to this day takes care of the man whom raised him, giving him half if not all of his earnings depending on what he can afford to give, he really only wants the man to be able to live nice, or maybe even cordial until he dies since that is after all the least Ika could do for the man whom took him in when no one else would. Ika protects this man with his life and that is perhaps his biggest weakness, he cannot stand the idea of the one person whom has protected him since his early childhood receiving any form of harm in his presence, and to this day Ika has not allowed it. Ika, though considered attractive by many and taking an obvious interest in women as most young men happen to do, is not taken and is only concerned with his life as a Shinobi at this juncture of his life. Ika continues to prove his self to be a step above the rest at most if not all the things he does in day to day life. And he plans on continuing this trend.
RP Sample: Connor smiled observing the landscape around him; oh it reminded him of home in so many ways! The barren wasteland was able to withstand life but the quality was evidently diminished, the area had been ravaged by Hollow attacks and Hollows still came here as a feeding ground, Connor however, for now, was the Apex Predator and could do whatever he damn well pleased. He let his Reitsu radiate throughout the area as he launched a Bala killing a Hollow, it was far to slow to be allowed to live, That was the most obvious and by far the funnest part of the food chain to Connor, you can do whatever you want when you are at the top. He smirked as he observed the countless creatures fleeing due to his presence and simply let out a chuckle at the thought of killing all of them for being such cowards, no, sometimes cowards DID live, and this would be one of those times he supposed. He simply took a slight breathe of the empty air around him, not a creature around would deprive him of his oxygen even, they were afraid to even think about it much less make an effort and end their lives on such a one sided task. Connor shook his head knowing that he would, for the most part, be the strongest fighter where ever he went, it would never matter.
Connor let out a rather loud sigh as he drew his Zanpokuto and decided now may not be a bad time to train, his Zanpokuto had longed to be let out and he could feel it as well, perhaps even he missed the rush of battle a bit. He couldn't help but reminisce in the sweet old memories of battle, but they were what they were whether Connor liked it or not, they were memories. Nothing more and nothing less. He sighed at this realization and quickly hacked down a tree with a simple flick of his wrist and sent a Hollow flying due to it being hidden behind it. He smirked kicking it across the waste land and he immediately launched a Bala at it. What was left of it paid a closer resemblance to dust and ash as what was left of it's ashes wafted slowly to the ground, the smell of death was like no other, intoxicating in a way, he couldn't stand to let it go until he had to, he let himself get lost in it, but only for a second before he snapped himself back to reality.
Connor was a highly intimidating man, he weighed in at close to two hundred-fifty pounds all of that weigh being comprised of muscle mass and more muscle,he was at least six foot nine inches tall and overall could scare off an ox if given ample opportunity if he could not scare it off, he could most certainly kill it, armed or not. His long black sheathe was strapped onto his back and his sword was quickly placed back inside of it, the sword was a long silver claymore that was at least five feet long and weighed about ten pounds. Due to Connors strength however, he swung it like a feather. He wore dark black full body armor that covered him from the neck down to his feet however he left his head completely exposed, he had spiky black hair and calm green eyes. The armor had special shoulder protectors, on the right one, there was a green sign resembling wind, on the other? A red sign resembling fire, he looked into his hands to see the bone fragments from way back when he was a Hollow still evident on his knuckles and his Hollow hole apparent in his palm; he closed it and gritted his pearly white teeth. The pale moon light illuminated the light skin of Connors and gave his armor a nice sheen. The temperature was dropping, more and more as the night descended, by now? It was close to 50 degrees Fahrenheit. The wind sang relentlessly, coming in full force from the west as the darkness crept from the shadows. Connor however, was bored all the same and needed a challenge to cure this, he let his Reitsu waft throughout the land, hoping someone, or something would catch whiff... (Just the easiest example I could find. Bleach RP with a Viking dude, was an opening and frankly this was from two years ago..)
Eden and Semasu.
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