"Humanity breeds violence"
Name: Konto Kaguya
Nickname: N/A
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Village: Missing Ninja (Formerly Kirigakure)
Village Rank: N/A
Skill Rank: A
Height: 6'5 ft
Weight: 190 lbs
Hair color: White
Eye Color: Green
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Looks Description:
Konto is a very tall and muscular man from the Kaguya clan. Ever since he was little, though naturally in many ways he never was, Konto was praised for his strength and his near superhuman physique. Standing quite a lot taller than most people around him and at a fair weight, one could say that Konto is a rather athletic and thin man. His complexion is also rather thin, which sometimes can leave some wondering if he is ill. This is mostly because of his lower melanin levels, which also causes his eyes to be of that light green color.
Nevertheless, with such a light complexion, it is not difficult for him to become somewhat affected by the sun. While darker shades and tans are somewhat natural, he is blessed in more than one way as he has yet to ever acquired a sunburn. Much like his eyes and his skin tone, his hair is rather light. In fact, though some may describe it as being silver or gray, his hair is indeed white.
During his earlier years, his outfit used to be the standard uniform offered in Kirigakure to the shinobi, but post his desertion, he has never really taken a liking to any specific type of clothing. Given that his fighting style nearly always involves destroying whatever garment he wears, he tries his best to wear the cheap and old clothing rather than expensive ones that might get ruined easily. Thus, most of the clothing he is ever seen wearing consists of loose clothing that he can easily slip out of, specially the top, or that won't cause him discomfort during battle. Cloaks are also one of his garments of choice.
Personality Description:
A fairly quite man, Konto is quite difficult to get to talk. He is one who believes that words, much like life, are precious things. In his mind, overuse of words, or careless use of them can make them become meaningless. Thus, he tries his best to speak only when necessary. Occasionally however, if the situation calls for it, he is not beyond giving a speech or two.
More importantly however, his behavior is quite volatile and bipolar. On most occasions, when he is calm and settled, Konto can be seen as a rather gentle and soothing man. He'd be more apt in fact to cease an altercation than join it. However, he is also a man with a very short temper, something that most people hailing from his clan are known for. Though he is one to say not many things bother him its quite the contrary. In reality, there are quite a lot of things that bother him and most of them will set him off.
While everything that angers him will not always lead him to conflict or battle, continually angering him and instigating him will surely cause it. However, once his anger ceases and the battle has stopped, he is usually very disappointed with himself. He knows or believes deep to himself that free violence and anger are not right, but he simply can't help himself. He'd never considered himself one to love killing and violence, but in many occasions, he has.
Likes: Peace/Violence (ironic), Tea, Life, Death
Dislikes: Violence, Coffee, Strong alcoholic beverages
Catch Phrases: "I will do what I must"
Nindo: "There's no turning back in the shinobi world."
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History:
Konto was born to a fairly regular family in the Kaguya Clan within Kirigakure. There was really nothing too memorable about either of his parents. While he was sure that on some level they indeed loved him, they never quite showed it. However, they never quite showed that they hated or disliked him either. It was a tough world in the Kaguya Clan, and the kids were tough in a rather tough way. Having been born as the oldest brother, hence the first born, there were quite a lot of goals and expectations set out for Konto, and without fail, he exceeded each and every one of them with flying colors.
His parents, while they were indeed quite proud of his son, had a very strange relationship with him. Though they were quite obviously parents and child, the relationship was more akin to that seen between brothers or friends. He was never hugged. Instead, he was patted on the back or the head. He was never kissed on the cheek or side-hugged his father, instead, even from an early age, he shook hands. In fact, the expectations had been much, that even when the child when as far as to display the exceedingly rare Kekkei Genkai, his parents acted like it was not such a big deal.
To most of the village, it was a reason to rejoice, as there had finally been another child with such potential. Some of course, as always, were afraid. His parents however, saw it as just a natural thing. In some ways, they expected him to exhibit the Kekkei Genkai all along, and would have surely been disappointed with him if he had not had it. Thus, it was very clear, that with such a tough crowd, Konto would have quite a number of hurdles to beat in his life. Having been entered into the academy at a slightly younger age than usual, his parents had to talk to quite a few of their connections to have it allowed, as it was not customary.
In the academy, he was a star pupil, quickly learning most of the concepts with extreme ease and just as fast as the best of them. Though he showed promise in vast areas available to a shinobi, perhaps because of his physical skills and the potential abilities of his kekkei genkai, Konto showed incredible prowess and potential in Taijutsu and the use of shinobi weapons. In fact, during his academy years, there was an event he never quite forgot. After class, some of the students had gone to play past the drowning paths and into the forest nearly at the outskirts of the village. He had been invited, an event that was quite rare as he was often left out.
The kids, were some of the classmates who, although quite strong themselves, happened to goof off during class. Angered at what they saw as Konto showing off, they challenged him to a battle. Though he was stronger than any one of them in specific, they were quite a bit more in numbers, and thus, he lost. He hadn't quite given it his all though. And that was something his father would find when Konto returned bruised. With the mother leaving to make dinner, his father would beat him brutally much worse than the kids had done. The father was furious that Konto had allowed himself to lose. Thus, he made him promise that on the next day, after the academy, he would challenge the boys to a fight and beat them. Or else his father would beat him so bad when he returned he would truly kill him. Knowing his father and the way he was, he meant it. And thus, Konto would learn...and he did as he was told.
After becoming a Genin, it wasn't long for Konto to go on to become a Chunin. He was never quite sent through the Chunin exams since they had happened just some years before. However, given the sheer skill he presented and the missions he had undertook with success, it was little to no time until he was voted into a Chunin with near unanimously. As a Chunin he would see some of the darker side of the shinobi world. As his mission turned darker and more difficult, he was finally forced to take the lives of countless of shinobi during battle. The most difficult portion of that was that eventually, he could no longer tell if he hated it or loved it.
As the years passed, he started being sent on missions that would have required a Jounin, and though he was still a Chunin, he was often considered as such. During one of his toughest missions to the Earth country, he would see a set of dynamic and very dangerous missions. In fact, it was at this turn that he would be made a Jounin. But at a terrible cost. During the same missions, and intermediately after being appointed a Jounin, he would be tasked with leading a mission he would never forget.
After they had left the Earth country, the team was tasked with ravaging and killing the shinobi of a very small and minor country. Those were the rules and he abode for them. However, one of his higher ups, before leaving for a different mission and putting him in charge as he was now a Jounin had asked him the unthinkable. The man had been tired and bored, and they wanted to ravage and violate the woman of the minor village. Though it was an order, Konto was strongly against it. When verbal confrontation did not suffice, he engaged his own man in combat and killed his own team, saving the lives of the woman at a terrible cost.
Upon returning to the village, he had sneaked into his clan to gather his belongings and leave before being chased out. Before leaving, he was met with one of the toughest foes he had ever encountered, Neru. Though merely an Anbu back then, the two had a relatively short but arduous battle that included verbal communication as to his reasons. After the battle, in what seemed to be a rouse from Neru to secure and save a bystander, she allowed Konto to escape and continue his life as a Missing Ninja, with a justice he could truly call righteous.
RP Sample:
There was a smile. There was no real reason for it, but there's a smile nonetheless. Likely not of happiness but that did not matter. Watching one of the ladies speed pass him, the lady whom he thought he recalled as a famous actress reach to grab his steel tiger. Without batting an eyelash or inching a muscle he watched and allowed her to do so and chase the Marshall as if it was something natural. Leaning back some and letting his back rest on the side of one of the empty seats he watched the group ready to tangle.
There wasn't anything in his mind. At least for the split second the painful memories did not beseeched him. The thought of his duty escaped his mind even if momentarily. For just a brief instant his mind was occupied with nothingness; it was occupied with a lack of worry and responsibility. And that...well, that was just fine.
Watching his target accidentally drop the Marshall to his doom awoke far less concern in him than he would have expect. It really did not matter much...to him. For the actress however, well, who knew. As his back came off and away from the seat, it was almost as if the motion of doing so was difficult. His body felt heavy and sluggish though he was not. What was to come...he dreaded. He never loved killing but he never had a problem with it. Yun was just disturbed enough to question his duty, but not enough to stop him from pursuing his goals. At this point, the only one who could stop him was his wife, and though the memories were recurrent, sadly, she was no longer there.
Approaching from behind, the two ladies were still conversing and exchanging a myriad of facial expressions at eachother and at the scene. Whatever it was they were saying likely was important. But Yun would hear none of it. As if he had purposely shut off all means of noise around him, he no longer heard the voices, the screams, the cries. It was silent. Everything. Everyone. There was silence. With the same secrecy, his training was put to work as his steps made nearly no sound to show or disclose his location or intent. In fact, it would have been difficult to noticed he had even moved. By the time any of the ladies noticed hi, Yun would likely be just behind their backs.
Though he was world renowned and both famous and infamous because of his career and his track record, Yun was unlike others in his field. His weapons did not include the top of the line best all around or technologically enhanced masterpieces. He used either what he was given or what possessed some type of value to him. In this case, and from there on, it would be the latter. Each of his weapons had a story and a reason to why they were with him. As far as it was within his power, he would see none of them leave his side unless his life were to be discarded right along with them. In a swift movement the left hand went forward. The steel tiger was a very unconventional knife for a very unconventional type of combat. For most individuals, a steel tiger would be no better than an standard knife. Instead, a standard knife would probably yield them much better chances of using it and defending themselves properly. To be fully capable of using a karambit like the steel tiger one would definitely need to have a fair amount of specialied training on the karambit or otherwise risk injuring themselves.
In one of his most gruesome and dangerous missions, Yun was in pursue of large group of drug and organ dealers who had captured one of his bosses' daughter and one of Yun's good friend. Believing them to be dead, Yun confronted the strongest, and most well known clandestine assassin of the time. The man was armed with a karambit, the steel tiger, among other weapons. Following an ardous and bloody fight resulting in Yun's victory, he discovered the targets were alive, and had actually been saved by that whom he had just slayed. His foe's death was inevitable. Because of his crimes he had to be killed. However, out of respect for his ability and personality, Yun took the Steel Tiger with him as a memento, and kept it with him at all times along with his other weapons.
As the hand closed in, Yun's index finger went inside of the loophole and with the momentum, the blade just pulled itself back and securely into his hand. It was a smooth and fluid movement. Though there was quite a bit of strength to make it nearly impossible to stop it, the action had been done with such grace that the actress would have a hard time believing he didn't just carefully slide it back. His right hand was hovering just an inch or two before his belt area at 2'oclock though it wavered forwards and backwards slightly. At this position Yun would have no problem at all either reacting to an attack or an attempt to flee or reach for his gun should he need to. "You won't." With his voice piercing the silence, those around him would have made aware albeit too late. Yun was not directly speaking to either of them. Though his words were in response to something he had managed to hear the actress say, his words were open to interpretation. There was likely no jails anymore, and no potential future of life for his target. Any sudden or strange movement would result in the harm or death of Annabelle. It was in their benefit to remain still. Doing so did not guaranteed their safety, at least not his target's. However, it gave her just a small window of chance to think and perhaps let her life flash before her eyes or make an attempt to say something. He was willing to listen to last words. He had a habit of doing so though it was against what he was taught. One would think, from his expression, that an argument would have to be substantially compelling to even make an attempt to shake the resolve of the man. If no action was taken in the moments that followed, Yun would assess the silent as the last breath of life and goodbye to the latter and finish his target once and for all.
