"As we live, so shall you die."
Name: Sencha, Kirite
Nickname: N/A
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Village: Kirigakure
Village Rank: Anbu
Skill Rank: A
Height: 6’3”
Weight: 250
Hair color: Blue
Eye Color: Blue
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Looks Description: Tall, muscled, and hulking, Kirite possesses an impressive physice and sharp, strongly defined face complete with an angled jaw line and prominent cheek bones. He stands out in a crowd due in equal parts to his stature and vibrantly electric blue hair and eyes. In the department of identifiable physical traits, his body boasts a few tattoos, the most obvious of which depicts a huge octopus and rests on his left ribcage, though it extends to the large majority of his torso and arms.
In selecting his clothing, Kirite tends to lean towards simplistic clothing, often times bordering on civilian. Seeing him in full ANBU garb is a great rarity as he spends most of his time in more undercover garments, generally preferring white and pale blue tones in his wardrobe choices. That being said, Kirite never goes without his katana, a pale white blade possessing the faintest of blue tinges.
Personality Description: Hailed as a genius in his youth, Kirite has since fallen into obscurity with his entrance into the ranks of the elite ANBU. Regardless, he continues to exhibit traits of an almost unreasonable intelligent shinobi, able to rapidly assess situations and make accurate, split second decisions at a moment’s notice. Furthermore, he has an unparalleled proclivity towards memory, able to store and recall truly vast amount of information nearly instantaneously, making him into something of walking library of knowledge.
An apparent consequence of his astounding intellect and preference towards mind games, tricks, and fighting using illusions and subterfuge, Kirite seems to have experienced and extreme break with reality, having generally lost the ability to differentiate between what is real and what is not. He believes only in his own mind and own perceptions and this, coupled with his hyper attention to detail, makes him surprisingly difficult to fool, mental instability notwithstanding. However, he has begun taking directions almost exclusively from the massive squid tattoo covering large portions of his body, treating it with a disturbing religious reverence.
In a more social context, Kirite exhibits complete and utter lack of empathy for people around him, caring not for their personal problems or strife, and has no regard for human life whatsoever. He does, however, understand the need for allies and village ties and thus does not devolve into a raging psychopath and so most of these personal attributes go unnoticed by people with whom he interacts. Finally, he tends to be lazy, preferring to do as little as possible, and has a strong grasp of humor, as twisted as it may sometimes be.
Likes: Fog
Mind games
Spicy food
Dislikes: Women
Logic
Impassioned people
Catch Phrases: “I don’t have time for this…”
Nindo: “Praise be to the Great Octopus.”
Element Affinity: Suiton, Raiton
Sub Element Affinity: N/A
History: Born to a poor, single mother and the result of a traveling man, Kirite was swiftly abandoned to an orphanage in the Land of Mist where he lived among other young people for the first few years of his life without much event. At some point that remains unclear to most anyone, he was taken in by a kind man, a fisherman living within Kirigakure.
His new surrogate father was gentle and soft spoken, but the man’s wife was a strong and fierce ninja, prided among the most elite of the village, and she was not about to raise a son who was anything less. Enrolled at a young age, Kirite received training in the ninja arts from both the academy and his mother, the latter of which sculpted his latent talent into an efficient, effective form. While never quite the top of the class, the youth was known well by his elders, receiving small praises from his instructors and none from his mother. To his classmates he was brilliant and aloof; to his teachers he was gifted and driven; to his mother he was adequate and capable of doing what was expected of him.
Once he graduated the academy he embarked on a new journey, one which included training under a sensei who the village revered as one of the greatest swords masters to have ever graced the village. At home, his training increased in rigor and content, his mother pushing him ever harder towards utter perfection, all the while filling his head with stories of great warriors and battles of the past and instructing him as to where he fit into the current times. To her, Kirite was never just another shinobi, another weapon; he was the next shinobi, a weapon of unparalleled might and precision.
As a genin, Kirite did not disappoint her.
He trained together with his squad mates and sensei, taking on a multitude of increasingly difficult and important missions and succeeding for the most part. Kaizou, the other young boy in his squad, served as a great sparring partner to the young ninja while the girl of the group, Onnanoko, annoyed Krite to no end. As time when on and the chunin exams drew nearer, the group’s sensei attempted to prepare them as best he could, certain that the group would meet with smashing success.
During the exams, an Uchiha threatened the life of Onnanoko, isolating and hunting her with the strength of an early awakened sharingan. Caring for her life insofar as her usefulness to the group and the knowledge that the exams required a team effort, Kirite attempted to rescue the girl. At this point, his latent talent took on new heights as he awoke the power of his bloodline, replete with glowing red eyes and illusions powerful enough to fool even the greatest of doujutsu. Even so, he and Kaizou found themselves unable to rescue their friend and teammates, though they did extract vengeance on her behalf from the corpse of young Uchiha.
A fully fledged chunin, Kirite doubled his efforts once again, honing both his bloodline and combat prowess even further and training under some of the best, brightest, and strongest warriors the village had to offer. With the powers of his blood fully realized, his mother delighted in teaching him the ways of illusions, deception, and sensing. In particular, he became an extremely valuable asset to many special force missions within the village, gaining a small amount of renown among his peers and superiors for his acute sensing abilities. In time, he, along with a small cadre of fellow shinobi, were put to a final mission to test their aptitude in becoming fully fledged jonin.
The mission went well, successfully infiltrating a neighboring village and withdrawing crucial information necessary to quell a planned uprising. However, in his time gone, Kirite’s mother perished in a rather routine scouting mission gone wrong, falling at the hands of Konoha shinobi group. Kirite returned with a new title and true family, his father having had nearly no part in the raising of the young man.
At this point in his history, Kirite fell off the map more or less, taking a large amount of solo or small group intelligence and reconnaissance missions and carving out a niche for himself as an extremely adept spy and assassin, even undergoing a few higher profile murders while remaining himself unknown to the majority of the world. Eventually, a few elite took note of his skills and just recently appointed him to the ranks of the ANBU.
And so here he is, working with his ANBU brethren and hating most of them, particularly the captain. In fact, most people of the village with whom he has contact disgust him as of late, though the Mizukage amuses him a great deal. He is tired, bored, and restless, waiting for the coming war that promises to rage uncontrollably. And of course if that doesn’t work out, he can always give the world a nudge in the right direction.
RP Sample: Light breeze. Blue jay above. Rustle of trees, but without threat of an approaching enemy. Only the wind. He was meeting a potential partner for a scouting mission, the two tasked with venturing deep into Suna’s territory and finding out any information those of the sand had about anything that the mist deemed important. The mission would doubtlessly succeed and almost certainly turn up nothing of interest. Still, that didn’t mean Kirite needed to settle on just anyone. He’d already rejected the last three prospective partners. He couldn’t really afford to reject too many more; as far as pissing order went, he was still low on the totem pole, having only been recruited a short while ago, and while the Mizukage seemed patient enough in his rejection of these partners, the head ANBU took patience in nothing. If he learned of Kirite’s current attitude, terrible repercussions would likely ensue.
So the new comer, a grizzled looking brown haired ninja with what appeared to be a large meat cleaver or wood cutting axe slung across his back, had a free in for the mission, baring him displaying a complete and total inability to do anything useful whatsoever. The man certainly arrived in stile, leaping down from a nearby tree and landing on the ground with a loud thud, churning up a puff of earth as his feet touched down. So stealth wasn’t one of his strong points. Noted.
Some kind of disturbance filled the air, speech from the newcomer, an introduction with all likelihood. His mouth had the amazing quality of not moving when he spoke, giving him the appearance of a beaten up puppet with disturbingly realistic hair and grossly oversized hands and triceps. The speech though, that almost entirely escaped the blue haired man who, at the very least, had the decency to look like he was paying attention.
He’s weak. We don’t want him. We could kill him though. That might be fun.
The voice entered his mind, slithering in from his chest up into his forehead with the same, low, gurgling quality that it always had, like large bubbles being released from vent deep in the bosom of the ocean. A massive, multi-colored tentacle drifted listlessly into the man’s vision, winding itself lazily around the puppet-man before him. Brine filled Kirite’s nostrils as water swelled in his lungs. No, we have to accept him. That hulking shark-human-thing will be extremely displeased if he finds out we’re rejecting so many people, and besides, this thing looks like a good meat shield. Doesn’t he look like he’s made of wood?
A deep creaking of wood drown out the sound of the world, a ship pulling into harbor and the rigging screaming against the strain. The Great Leviathan he harbored clearly did not approve of Kirite’s decision, though there was no argument to be made; Hordy was in charge of the ANBU and thus, in charge of Kirite. The man opposite him was talking again, going through some kind of list of strengths and services he could offer before covering some of the areas of combat that he was… less than skilled in. The weaknesses category staggered Kirite, to say the least.
I hate that disgusting shark thing. He… he we should kill. I bet he’d even make the battle fun, at least for a little while. Let’s kill him.
The man asked his opinion of working together.
“I’d love to.” It remained unclear exactly who he was responding to, but the two would be working together either way.
