Kajiya, Poncho[Bijuu](Done)

"Only the victors are allowed to live. This world is merciless like that. — Mikasa Ackerman"





Name:Poncho Kajiya
Nickname: None
Age: 15
Gender:Male
Village: Kōri no Tochi
Village Rank: Genin
Skill Rank: D- Jinchuuriki



Height:5'11
Weight:150
Hair color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: This
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Personality Description:
Poncho has a very strong, playful, and sort of obnoxious personality. He is easily spotted within a group and has trouble blending in. He acts like a typical teenage boy when it comes to girls, but has horrible luck with then due to his loud and possibly rude tendencies. He has confidence in his abilities, but that confidence is well placed because he is an exceptional ninja.

When operating in a group he prefers not to call the shots, but somehow always finds himself taking lead. He knows he has these tendencies thus when someone tells him he is being loud, obnoxious or loud he quickly becomes introverted. He loves testing his skills against formidable opponents and is always searching for one. He often acts boisterous when he meets someone new, to try to establish dominance. He is very independent and lives on his own, though he still has family in the area. He often visits and gets into petty squabbles with his many brothers and sisters.

Poncho also has adopted a sort of slang dialect constantly saying "yo" and other phrases, so when he speaks constantly some people find him very weird, but his friends and family have grown used to his unique way of speech.

With his spare time if he isn't daydreaming about girls or being a master shinobi he can be found painting scenery. When people notice him painting he quickly becomes embarrassed because people make it a big deal, with him having such a active personality. He is not good at painting, but he feels art is about doing what you enjoy regardless of skill level.

Angered


When Poncho is angered he becomes very stern and serious. The change is like day and night with his normal persona. When he starts to become heated with a person he often tries to hide it, so when he erupts it comes from no where. Though anger in most cases is a weakness, Poncho has grown accustomed to the emotion thanks to his siblings. And when angered in battle he never remembers the events that take place. Some shinobi would reference his angered state to how a wise beast would behave on the battlefield. Even though he knows his battle skills improve with his anger he still tries to control his emotions, because he know they lead to the death of many great shinobi.


Likes:
Fighting: Poncho enjoys a good fight and does endorse violence. He feels it keeps the world in rotation, though people die. He knows change is something that must continue to circulate and without conflict change would not happen, making the world stagnant.

Family: Poncho (believes he) chose to move out on his own away from his family, but still loves them. And even when him and his brothers and sisters  views are different at the end of the day he still loves them. His relationship with his father is strained, but the two endure each others company.

Friends: Poncho doesn't have many of them so he really values who he has. The few friends he does have, he has met  recently due to his past. He knows his ways of speech are weird and sometimes annoying to them, but he continues, sometimes to purposely annoy them.  

Art: Poncho has a small area in his heart that has developed and love for art. Whether it be music, dances, drawing, or painting. He knows it is an act that comes from within and has respect for it. His white hair can sometimes be picked out at some art displays admiring work. His favorite spot to write his ridiculous lyrics and draw his mediocre, but heartfelt pictures is any elevated area. Whether it be a roof or mountain top he gets inspired from the beautiful view, bustling streets, busy animals, basically everything.

Females: One of Poncho's biggest weaknesses. He just recently developed this unknown addiction to the opposite sex due to puberty, but his lust seems to be stronger than most. And with every failed attempt he grows more fond of these magnificent creatures. He also has a knack for finding the smallest bit of beauty in almost every woman. This trait slowly found its way to Poncho's everyday living. Even a crack in the road Poncho can find somethings that draws him to what seems to be a flaw to others.


Dislikes:
Waiting: Poncho is a very impatient person. Especially if it is for something he knows is big or will benefit him greatly. When he is waiting for something he often counts the minutes and loses sleep in heavy anticipation.  

Winter: Poncho strongly hates the winter. He doesn't enjoy the cold, the snow, or the need to wear extra layers. The winter is one of the reasons he acquired the habit of wearing his jacket all the time and having a lighter handy to make emergency fires.

Expectations: Poncho strongly dislikes expectations being placed upon him. He realizes they will always be there especially as a shinobi, but he feels constantly pressured when they are verbally thrown at him.

Rain:Though he lives in an area that doesn't rain very often, he dreads the rain. He sometimes wishes he was born in Yama No Toch or somewhere similar where the sun constantly shines.

Catch Phrases: Yo!

Nindo: To grow stronger, become a world renown artist ninja, discover the events that took place "That Day", and acquire some badass weapons.



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5 Kunai, 5 Shuriken, 2 Smoke Pellets, and 3 Explosive Tags

Name: Wakkata! (Gotcha)
Type: Knuckle &Blade
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Rank: Increases with Poncho's Rank. Currently D. 
Special Abilities: None
Origin: (Makes sense after reading history & RP sample.) When Poncho arrived to the apartment his father had sent him to, this weapon and a note was left on his bed.
The note read: This is the only hint I give you to find me, taming the beast is the only right key. He will tell you where I reside, once you make nice with the demon inside.



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Jutsu Specialist: Taijutsu
Chakra Pool: 170(From Bijuu)
Element Affinity: Doton(From Seven Tails)
Sub Element Affinity: Raiton[Not Accessible]

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History:
Poncho was born into a rather poor, but unnaturally reproductive family. They were a minor branch of a prosperous clan, but were removed for the clans benefit. He the third oldest of eight children, made him quickly forgotten as the others came and replaced his position one child at a time. None of his other siblings had the spark in them to pursue the life of a ninja like their father had pressed them too except Poncho.

When his father noticed him pretending to make a string of "handseals" and throw "kunai" he quickly gave Poncho a special position in his life. He trained him vigorously and tirelessly. Noticing the extra attention Poncho was receiving his brothers and sisters grew to spite him. The attention was nice, but Poncho wasn't sure it was worth it.

His father was hellbent on living his failed life of a shinobi through Poncho, then use his stature to pull his family out of the low class they were in. What came with his ruthless and inhumane training was many trips to the hospital due to "horseplay with his siblings", and many tales meant to harden Poncho's character. These methods were successful, but they did have psychological damage to Poncho. He manifested many irrational fears including a fear of his father. When he entered the academy a the age of eight he was quick to rise above the other students and be noticed as a prodigy.

The day Poncho became a Genin was the day Poncho made the choice to move out, only at the age of twelve. This was not because of his new rank it was because, of his fathers twisted toughening tactic. Poncho unknowingly recessed the memory, but it resides somewhere deep inside his brain. The memory expresses itself in the form of a recurring nightmare to Poncho, though he is unaware the event actually took place. His father and a mysterious man are the only ones who know the event is a reality. Poncho was shortly ordered to move into his own home as a new form of training by his father.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, Poncho tried to keep up with his unorthodox training his father taught him, but slowly stopped, because he had lost contact with his family. This time alone was when Poncho's personality finally became what it is currently. He used to be almost a robot listening to everything his father had told him never having his own say. But as he made genuine friends he took a bit of each of their traits and became who he is. His friends notice the common traits, but have no idea where the unique speech pattern came from. The truth lies in Poncho's "nightmare". Within his subconscious their is a man who speaks with the same manner, Poncho knows this, but he can not depict any details other than his seemingly catchy lingo.

Having lost touch with his family Poncho reconnected when he discovered their restaurant while hanging out with some of his fellow shinobi. He wondered how they could afford this, knowing his family was not financially blessed. His father had somehow run across a sum of money around the time Poncho left. Explaining how he could afford the small apartment room he had lived in never having to pay rent. His mother happily hired him and with Poncho have being out of the picture for so long his siblings had long forgiven him. He does notices an unsettling presence when he is around his father and is under suspicion that something must have happened that day.

RP Sample:
That Fateful Day

There they were, father and son, trekking through the frigid outskirts of  Kori no Tochi. Poncho had no idea why they were out so far, usually his training would take place near his home. Maybe it was a form of advanced training, he had no clue, but he kept quiet in fear of angering his father. His dad was a very ambitious man, but at the same time cruel. His father didn't mind using people as stepping stones to climb to the top, and that's exactly what was about to happen. *Crunch Crunch Crunch. The snow crumpled beneath the pairs feet, giving Poncho slight goose bumps, he looked up at his father, who had a gaze colder than the very snow painted onto his face. "I apologize for asking, but may I inquire where we are going father." Poncho couldn't wait any longer it had be almost an hour since they left the village gates, and if it were a hunting trip they would have brought camping supplies."Didn't I tell you to call me sir!? His father barked fiercely at the boy, who flinched in fear of being struck. "And since you must know, and are to impatient to wait, we are going to visit a... relative. He should have something to increase your power." Poncho nodded in fear of speaking and getting struck, especially with his cheeks growing numb.
After about an hour after their minor squabble the snow fall began to pick up. "Cursed gods, they never helped me before, and even now they fear my road to success." The man was bitter toward all, and everything seemed to be against him. This did give the man strong drive, and he was passionate towards everything he did. "When you grow up to be a grown man, and a powerful shinobi, never and I mean never give praise to the gods. They only exist to spite human kind, for they are trapped in the heavens and have no free will." Poncho again nods, he was going to speak, but his lips had become almost bound together from the low temperatures. He rotated his tongue several times in his mouth to gather saliva, then slowly applying the thick liquid to his lips. It was warm like a mothers kiss. "Father,, I mean sir I s-" Poncho's sentence was quickly destroyed by an stinging backhand, which sent the child into the snow. "Didn't I tell you to keep quiet before we left! You got hit because of your defiance! Now rub some of this cursed snow on the pain before it bruises. I don't need your bitching mother to interrogate me upon our return."
He continued not waiting for Poncho to recover, as the boy did as he was told. Knowing his father was a distance ahead, he would be able to speak without interruption, so he quickly informed his father. "Sir there is a house beyond those trees, to the East."Poncho pointed hoping his father was listening, and he was. "Atta boy just like your old man taught ya." He says sounding like a proud father, it did not phase Poncho though, he simply bowed in appreciation and followed.
The two now arrived at the abandoned home, to see it was run down and ancient. The home was made of a thick lumber, that was a home itself to many small insects, who could burrow in it. Poncho swiped a frost bitten finger upon the wood and it crumpled to ashes. "Stop touching thingsbefore you destroy something fool!" The man had quickly returned to his formal self and entered the decaying establishment. Poncho followed at a small distance, and wondered what his father was searching for.
"Damn it all! You idiotic child, this isn't the right house. He was suppose to be here. Do you like wasting me time boy!"His father lifted him by the collar with two hands, Poncho braced himself for a slap, or possibly a fist. This time his father spared him and simply tossed him to the floor. "There is no need to waste my time with such a peon. Get up lets go." poncho had noticed something when he had landed though. He hesitantly beckoned to his dad. "Sir this floor is hollow, maybe the one you are searching for, took shelter under this house."His father turned with a crazed expression. "Move boy... better yet break through the floor boards, just like I taught you." Poncho stands to his numb feet, with curled toes, he inhales, then strikes the wooden floor with a straight jab. The floor shatters and his father nods in approval."See if you stop being such a wimp, you can do anything son."
The two then hop into the dark damp hidden room. It was warm from being underground, and being closed in.

"Hohoho, So I see you've come, bring the boy right here it's time for some fun." An elderly voice squeaked from the shadows. The rhythm of the voice imbued the dusty voice with youth. "Reveal yourself first, Tamashī." Poncho's father steps in front of him, and orders to the mysterious figure. "Hehe, you've always been a sharp one, here are some lights, now let me see your son." At the mans rhythm candles light themselves all around the room, and Poncho absorbs the mans appearance. He was pale and ghastly looking, he wore a heavy, black, tattered robe that stopped at his blue vein infested snow hands, but covered his feet. Poncho couldn't make out the mans face, due to the robe draping over it. Poncho looks up at his father, having no idea what was going on. "What's the matter you change your mind,the payment is his soul, a clean slate you will find."

Poncho's gaze has not left his fathers face. And on that face was an expression Poncho never saw before. His father was nervous, he was hesitating, and slightly shaking. Was it from anxiousness, or simply because he was nervous, he didn't know, but it chilled Poncho's very being. He didn't know where he was, what was about to take place, or what the mans words meant, but what he did know is that he wanted to leave. "I won't let you make a fool out of me Tamashī" The man known as Tamashī nods, then approaches Poncho. He lifts the hood from his robe, revealing one red orb, the pupil of the eye spun rapidly as if it were a pinwheel.(He used mangekyo sharigan.) Poncho's heart stalls throughout the whole disturbing gaze, and he begins to hyperventilate, until... *Thump. The boy fainted and the real process was about to begin.

"I'm guessing you acquired that, from another client." Poncho's father inquires staring at his unconscious son. "Indeed, he was rather generous offering me this eye, and all he wanted me to do was return his only daughters life." Tamashī pulls his hood back over his decrepit face, while gesturing for Poncho's father to lift Poncho. "I know you are powerful, but to be able to revive a fallen soul, that's ludicrous. He lifts Poncho's limp body, the boy's eyes still open. "Hoho, yes, but I know forbidden ways, the daughter was saved for a toll of the mans days." Tamashī leads Poncho's carrier into an empty stone room with nothing but inscriptions on the floor and a steel box. The box was decorated with many seals, and tags, while the inscription on the floor was written in a curious substance. The boys father begins sweating profusely. "A tad bit nervous are we, lay the boy here, on your way you will be. Tamashī sits cross legged in front of the inscription. The inscription was in the center of the room, it lay in between Tamashī and the steel box.

Poncho's father lays his son on the etching, and closes the boys eyes with his hands. "Make this quick, I still don't trust you." Ponchos father takes a position behind the forbidden jutsu practitioner. Tamashī nods and forms the rat handseal. Green flames emerge around Poncho, haunting the room with an emerald light. The steel box begins to crack and shake violently, as a transparent entity begins to surface from it. The spirit had a faint brown glow, and rage filled eyes, it's horns shuddered and its head bucked unpredictably. At this site his Poncho's father fled the scene in utter terror, but there was no hope. The a stone rampart had fallen and sealed off his exit, forcing the man to watch the ritual.

"They always say, be careful what you wish for, you have robbed your son of his soul and closed many doors." Tamashī cackles as he watches the man try to escape. He then pulls back his hood once more, revealing his devilish red eye to the rampaging spectral deer. It then immediately succumbs to the mans will and rams it's self inside the boys body. "Now comes a test for your son, who's will is stronger will become number one." This is what all of the harsh inhumane training his dad put him through was for. The body of the boy jerked, and twitched, and convulsed. At this sight his father began vomiting in disgust, and Tamashī prepared a jutsu. Then a blood curdling cry was released from Poncho's being as the man placed a palmed imbued with blue flames on his stomach. The deed was done and the beast was sealed. But at what price, the fathers sanity and conscience, no it was the boy's soul. "Now the boy again is a fresh new slate, be sure the deer doesn't fill him with hate." Tamashī stands, and lifts the stone wall, waiting for Poncho's father to exit. Lifelessly the man retrieves his son, with tears streaming down his face, and he carries his son back to Kōri no Tochi.

The boy awakens in his home, having had a disturbing "nightmare"."Good you have awakened." His father avoids eye contact. "Now that you're a Genin I have arranged for you to live on your own, you need to become more independent. Here is your apartment information, and I will visit from time to time." He hands the boy a key the retreats into a room in the small house. The house is dead silent, it must be midnight. Poncho packs his things with out question and leaves not even with a goodbye. He is aware that he is alone, but he doesn't feel alone. He feels as if he is sharing his existance with someone else. That will be left to be explained later.
-End
The only people aware that the Bijuu is sealed in him is: Tamashī, his father, and of course the Bijuu. I will RP him discovering it if this gets approved.

FaceClaim: Eren Yeager-Attack on Titan.
Hope I did all the applying for bijuu stuff right :P

How would one apply to be the Jinchuuriki of the Seven Tailed Deer. I can provide an explanation of the sealing process and all that stuff, that's were the RP Sample was going, if that's what I need then let you guys evaluate it. >.>

You can simply add the Bijuu to your application~

Bump cause completion.

This is pretty much okay, but you haven't added any Jutsu!

Surely, you'll want your character to be able to use more than just the academy stuff. Feel free to add anything else in, and bump the topic.

Bump for super completion.

you sure you want no jutsu except the academy ones it is recomended you add some in for the sake of the rp in case you are in a fight they will help you.

Kaira wrote:you sure you want no jutsu except the academy ones it is recomended you add some in for the sake of the rp in case you are in a fight they will help you.

Waiting on them to be approved D:

Okay when done add them and bump the topic once.

Should I add them in an edit, or in a post?

Whichever you'd like~

(As soon as your Jutsu are accepted you have my overall 1/2)

I would like to spread the power and not seem OP as hell, but I'm still going to ask. Though my char has a Bijuu, am I restricted from limited techniques?

Yes you are prohibited from receiving a Limited on this character because of their status as a Bijuu holder (Jinchuuriki).

Setōshi wrote:Yes you are prohibited from receiving a Limited on this character because of their status as a Bijuu holder (Jinchuuriki).

Cool thanks for the clarity yo!

• You are a Genin which means you can only use 1 Element. Although you have 7 tails i suggest that you change your main to Earth and once you are able to gain a Second Element you can gain Katon other then that remove all Katon jutsu's.
  

Note: Once i add a complete Bijuu training system your Bijuu cloak will be covered with ours so your cloak is only usable until the real system comes into place.

Edit's made, Jutsu replaced with others, ready for judgment.

Approved, 1/2

I'm sorry is that for jutsu or char, because I'm waiting on both >.>

Character approval ~

I understand if you hate me, but since my jutsu thread changed I need my approval marks, to be bumped back down.

Approved once again, 1/2

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