19 years oldBirthday:
First of MarchVillage:
Raiton, Fuuton, Katon, Kaminari FūgaSpecializations:
Akenomyōsei is, for his rank and age, rather loud and often immature. (after becoming an S-rank, he stopped pulling pranks). On the surface, and whilst he is not on missions, he enjoys pulling pranks and makes it a goal to piss at least one person off at some point every day. He does this not only for his own pleasure and enjoyment but also because it keeps his “other side” at bay. His “other side” only appears when he is in a fight or someone hurts the people he wants to protect – which are usually the people he pulls pranks on-. However, more often than pulling pranks and pissing people off, he has extremely good manners and speaks as though he is an English professor. He is kind, thoughtful, and very lovable. Most importantly, though, he always repays those he messes with and never backs out of helping others when they’re in need, no matter what the issue is. On the opposite hand, though, he is in constant turmoil and often when alone has a serious face and never utters a word. This is due to his “other side” and the things he had done to people in the past, and whether they were truly bad or not, he could never shake the thought that he had killed so many human beings. This has haunted him since he became a chuunin and is the ultimate reason for acting like a troublemaker.Likes:
Like every human being in existence, Akenomyōsei has some things that he likes. One thing he likes greatly is when people call him by his nickname, “Owari-san”. He enjoys this nickname due to the irony it holds. Since his name naturally means, “Morning Star,” “Owari” meaning “the End” makes it irony because morning is associated with the word “beginning.” He also earned that nickname because he had a reputation for always ending a fight or conflict as soon as it started. He also loves food. In particular, he loves all forms of vegetables. It’s not that he doesn’t eat meat. He just prefers vegetables. In addition to food-loving, he loves doing chores and other remedial tasks. He believes that, because he is an S-rank shinobi, he should use his skills to help others, instead of being a stuck-up asshole like most other high-ranking shinobi. One other thing he likes are children. Though, he is sometimes he is a bad role model, he always manages to keep children happy and active. When he isn’t training, out on missions, or doing chores, he’s playing with kids and teaching them to pull pranks on others and be a “good sport” about everything.Dislikes:
Also, like any other human being in existence, he has things he truly hates and/or dislikes too. One thing he hates is being told that he is a bad influence for children. When people tell him that, it only encourages him to do something worse than the last time, and it usually doesn’t end well, though it does end quickly. Another thing he doesn’t like: shoes. And socks. The only thing he wears are weighted geta on his feet. Everything else, to him, is just plain annoying. One thing though. He hates one thing above all other things he doesn’t like. He hates bullies and those who would hurt others for the sake of inflicting pain. Meeting those kinds of people throws him into an almost uncontrollable rage and often times, his “other side” comes out and kills something. Or at least tries to. It is his belief that those kinds of people are scum and need to be wiped off the face of Earth, along with the other dirtbags that poison the societies of the Ninja World.Motivation:
Owari-san has very simple motivations. For instance his motivation for becoming such a high-ranking shinobi: It is his dream to bring true peace to the Ninja World and from that, establish peace among all other hidden villages. To do this, he has to become strong enough to have an influence in the world. The only way was to become an S-rank. An elite shinobi. One of the few great shinobi that have the greatest power, influence, and philosophies in the Ninja World. His motivation for fighting back the urges of his “other side” are simple as well. He has people he wants to protect. In fact, he wants to protect and help everyone that comes in contact with him. It is the only way he feels he can atone for his past and is thus his main defense against his “other side.” His last motivation is motivation for continuing to live. His motivation is simply this: he hasn’t achieved his dream. He still has people to protect. He still has to bring peace to the Ninja World. As long as his dream is incomplete, he will never cease to get stronger and stronger, and he will never die (metaphorically, of course), so long as he still believes he can make his dream come to fruition.Fears:
Lastly, for personality anyway, every human being in existence has fears. Although, Owari-san’s fears are a bit more intense, in the sense that they are all on the extreme sides of the spectrums of fears, which is kind of scary. For instance, he fears that someone will at some point force him to wear shoes or socks. Or both. I mean, seriously. What kind of fear is that? Anyway, on the other side of the spectrum, he fears that his “other side” will come out again and he’ll kill someone he cares about. Extreme, right? In fact, he even has petty fears such as: pulling a prank and someone tattles on him, or children will beat him up in his sleep. On the serious side though, his fears always coincide with either his ultimate goal, or his “other side” revealing itself and hurting the people around him.Clan Name HereBloodline:
N/AHistory: First Arc - Tragic BeginningArc In-Depth: Beginning Chapter (One)
My story? You really want to hear it? Well, I guess it won’t hurt anything or anyone. I guess my story begins like any other baby’s life does. Born on the first of March, my mother and father gave me the name, Akenomyōsei, meaning “Morning Star,” since I was born just as the sun broke through the clouds, signaling the brand new day. My parents raised me to be strong. Independent. Even when I had turned just one year old, my father already had me walking and speaking almost complete and clear sentences. It’s funny. I never thought that my parents were so harsh until I began hanging around the villages outside that small place I called home. But anyway. Nothing really important happened at the age of two. Just learning to write letters and all that healthy stuff most kids hate. When I turned three, however, my mother tasked me my first chores around the village. Kind of odd picturing a little three year old trying to do any chore, isn’t it? As I turned four, my father…hell as a birthday present, he slapped me around two hours a day for a whole year. I hated him for that…that is, after I had started processing emotions. Skipping five because there are things you should never talk to anyone but your mother about. That natural and “normal” lifestyle changed though a few months after I had turned six. Before that though, when I turned six, my father put me in a test for students that would become future shinobi. In my little village, there was no actual school to go to. Just a test every year that shinobi from the main land would come and administer tests for the children of the village to become genin: the “beginner” shinobi. The tests lasted several hours and were taken individually. Tests like endurance running, push-ups, and jutsu tests were all taken care of within minutes at a time. What turned the minutes into hours were the sparring matches. Nothing shows a high-ranked shinobi a child’s skill better than sparring. Since I was last, I wasn’t able to finish until about midnight that night. My birthdays were never so eventful before then. Anyway, when midnight finally came around, it was my turn to spar. Being that I kinda failed the jutsu skill test, I had to do well in this if I wanted a chance at being a genin. At least, that’s how I felt about it. I walked into the small, round “arena” that was blocked in rather well by a wooden fence that was reinforced with iron. The proctor that sparred all of the other children looked extremely bored and tired. Oh, I felt the same way at that point. As soon as he saw me, he stood still, ready for me to start at him. However, I was a smart kid back then. I mimicked the proctor’s posture and stood at the ready. The proctor sighed like he was annoyed. I laughed so hard on the inside, I grinned at him and he attacked me first. Anyway, that was his stupidity that allowed me to punch him in the back of his neck and knock him out. The next day, the results came out and strangely enough, I was the first to be called out as the first appointed genin. Ironic how I was the very last one to go the night before. Moving on…to the depressing part of the story. Yep, another one of those. Just givin’ a heads up. I can’t remember the exact day, but it happened in the early second month after (two months after) my sixth birthday and genin achievement. At the time, I didn’t know what really happened or how it started. In fact, I still don’t understand or know the “how.” That day, everything was disturbingly quiet and nobody was out doing their daily routines and I didn’t see any of the other kids. Other than that, the day was normal; nothing was genuinely out of place. I stayed in the house the rest of the day and eventually fell asleep. When I woke up around ten o’ clock that night, I realized it was still quiet, if not more quiet. I then heard several footsteps throughout the house and outside; I was wondering what the commotion was about and as soon as I finished thinking, everything fell silent again. Chills suddenly flew up my spine and back down through my toes. Despite the horrid vibe I was getting, I walked to and opened the door to find a rather horrifying sight…
There were many bodies on the floor. Most of them were adults from around the village, but there were even a few children. Children I had played with often during the day. As I began walking through the hallway, shaking becoming more apparent, I could feel the blood of the other villagers on the bottoms of my feet and more every moment, I became frightened. I was about to lose myself in my fright and despair. Then, when I had finally reached the outside, there were two bodies hanging from large wooden poles: a man and a woman. It wasn’t until after the massacre that I realized that the man and woman were my parents. There were still six villagers standing around the two hanging people and held smiles on their faces. I…to be honest, I no longer remember what exactly happened then but when I came to, the sun was just coming and there was a quiet breeze. Complete silence. When I awoke, the first thing I saw were the two people hanging from the wooden poles and that was when I realized that they were my parents. I couldn’t feel anything and no longer felt tears. Irony. The moment I actually wanted to cry, I couldn’t. I never noticed that my body was covered in blood, but when I had somewhat of a consciousness, I ran to my home and washed myself. I stood in the shower for what seemed like several hours, finally got out, and changed into clean clothes. Without hardly thinking, I ran to my parents’ room and got a large bag that probably could’ve been able to hold about fifty pounds worth of items. I rummaged through my house for all the food I could put in it and on the way out grabbed a large canteen to hold water in it. With that in hand and the large bag I had strapped to my back, I walked to the gate of the village and out, not once looking back. The only other thought that came to mind was one word. “Repent.”Middle Arc - The Hardship; TrainingDefinitive Chapter (Two)
One week after the horrid massacre in my village, I had made good time through the terrain of the island where my village resided. Because there was an abundance of vegetables, fruits, and bountiful amounts of water, I had no shortage of nutrients while traversing the island. I, after a few more days, began more and more to enjoy nature and understand survival. I say survival because on my island, there were many large beasts, or animals, that prowled the surface of the island, looking always for warm blood. In the middle of my second week, I had reached the first coast of the island where there was a large body of water running through the middle of my island and the next. I was mesmerized by the beauty of the waves and held a smile for the first time in nearly a month. The swim across was pleasant. I could remember the water was warm due to the sun and the waves seemingly carried me across to the next island, which was barren in comparison to my village’s island. I spent several days adapting to my surroundings and safely maneuvered through the vast, rocky terrain of this island after much tribulation, and especially sweat. Oh
, the sweat… let’s just say the humidity spiked. Anyway, within the week I reached the end of the second island and came to the next river-like body of water running through the island I was on and the third island. Again, passing through the “river” was nothing strenuous and I reached the third island easily within an hour. I didn’t realize at the time, but the third island was the largest of all of the islands I traversed, and I spent a total of five years traveling through this large area and the other small islands after.
It was about two years into traveling through the rest of the islands that after so much time, I had finally earned back my consciousness. I felt stronger. More capable than I had before. Knowing that I had myself back, I began hardening myself. I matured quickly in nature, where survival was most vital, as most generally would. That was when I decided to begin my training. I spent one year straight, with sleeping of course, doing simple workouts like push-ups, sit-ups, pull-ups, and also hit large boulders and trees to harden my muscles.I also began doing meditation, but not to the extent of what adults would consider but meditation it was, nonetheless. After that year, I continued my journey across the third island and the following smaller islands.
The day I had turned eleven years old was coincidentally the same day I reached the Land of Snakes. When I arrived, I was greeted by a light drizzle and smiled, knowing that I had finally triumphed and travelled all the way to one of the great main lands. This is when I truly began my training. For the first year, I made it a habit, every day in the morning, and at night, I would make the goal of five hundred push-ups, sit-ups, pull-ups, and run up to five hundred laps around the perimeter I had created in the first months I was there. I did that training for a whole year when it just became habit, and when I turned twelve, I began conditioning the muscles and capacities I had gained from the previous year of training by using rocks and trees as punching bags and also simply enough as sparring partners…except they couldn’t move…obviously. I repeated the process of one year of training except halfway through the year, I decided to travel the land and lent my help to the small villages of the Land of Snakes. For the next roughly seven years, I traveled from village to village, completing tasks anywhere from doing yard work, to fighting off a black bear, to completing official missions from the “capital” villages of each country, such as Arashigakure and Harikengakure. Fun times. I remember one time, I ended up having a picnic with these five random genin I met on one of my missions. It wasn’t until about an hour later that I realized that those genin were
my mission. I got a kick out of that one. Literally.
This brings Owari-san’s story to the: Arc of Present and Future!RP Sample: The Promotion
It was the first of March. The trees and grass were bright green and there was a gentle, spring breeze. I opened my eyes slowly and smiled as I enjoyed the gentle breeze and warming sun. The sky was clear, as was my mind, and I rose to my feet in a single bound. “Today’s the big day. I’ll be one of the handful of truly elite shinobi in the ninja world. I suppose I should get going. Don't want to be late."
I grinned and walked over to the large tree in the center of the clearing where I had been resting and changed out of my lounge clothing. "This is such a bother, but I guess I have no choice. Time to grow up. From here on, I'm an elite shinobi. An S-rank."
I changed into my formal attire: the underclothing consisted of an all-black, two-piece outfit; worn over it was a dark red, 80 lb. weighted vest which made the perfect fit; over that was the final touch: a dark red and grey cloak which connected around the neck, had no sleeves, and otherwise had a large opening down the front-center of it; lastly was a pair of traditional-style, 40 lb. weighted geta worn snug on the feet.
As I finished putting on my weighted geta, I seemingly flew off toward the place where the ceremony would be held.
When I arrived, there were three Kage and what looked like hundreds of high-ranking shinobi, all of which were mingling and waiting for me to arrive. As I walked in, one of the Kage was walking next to me and I didn't realize it until after I had already been walking a few feet after walking through the doorway. It was the Shiokage, the "Green Flash." I wanted to greet him properly but I felt as though I couldn't speak. Moments later, I had reached the crowd and the Shiokage himself called the ceremony to order. He ushered me to the "stage" area and spoke to everyone clearly. As he spoke, my heart resonated brightly, as though his presence and voice alone made me feel lighter and stronger, and the last bit of speech he spoke was of the final test, which would decide whether I am truly ready to become an S-rank shinobi.
As everyone applauded, he walked up to me and spoke firmly, "See you there, kid. Hope you're ready to take me on,"
and as he finished, he seemingly disappeared without a trace and I then said to myself, It's time. I must prove to everyone that I am worthy of this high honor.
I then ran toward the direction of the open valley and prepared my mind for the deciding moment in my life.
[Fight takes place in the open field and lasts only 15 whole minutes]
The fight had already ended and I was completely exhausted, though because of my training, I was able to stay on my feet. The Shiokage truly is a legend among shinobi
, I thought. Moments later, the Shiokage walked up to me in silence, laid his hand upon my shoulder and he said calmly and with a smile that I passed, but had a long way to go before I could be known as "elite." I then followed him back quietly to the ceremony area, knowing that I had achieved my first milestone.
When he and I reached the platform, he began speaking with the same clear and bright voice he had used when I had first arrived. It was five minutes later, when the ceremony had been finished that I walked up to him and spoke for the first time at the ceremony. "Thank you, Edrick-sama, for showing me how much more I must train. I know where I will be headed. Perhaps not permanently, but for a while."
As I finished speaking, my face became serene, and as I walked away, I waved behind me, with a grin of determination on my face.
[Exit and End]