Sketh Matamune

"This world is only meant for those who can survive by spilling blood!"



Name: Sketh Matamune
Nickname: Sketh the Black Death
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Village: Kirigakure
Village Rank: Anbu Captain
Skill Rank: S


Height: 203cm (6'8")
Weight: 266lbs
Hair color: Black
Eye Color: Sanguine Crimson
Looks Image: (see above)
Looks Description: Sketh, for lack of better of a better word, is truly terrifying. In every physical aspect, he is one of domination and power, the tall and large frame that belongs to him, possessing broad shoulders, a wide and strong back, and other well-defined attributes, is brimful with tightly packed and detailed musculature, all of which is confined within the extremely athletic form belonging to a Shinobi that would match Olympian standards. This pinnacle form of his, being the potential embodiment of what a shinobi should be, as if that of a professional athlete pushed beyond their normal limits, is covered tightly with a ghostly layer of utterly pale skin, pulled taught over his fit physique and exposing the most intimate details of his chiseled, ripped form.

Atop his head sits a shaggy, unkempt mop of completely pitch black hair, naturally kept in what could be considered a "spiked" fashion from it being cut short and the lack of care that it typically doesn't receive. Eyes of an otherworldly nature sit upon his face, which are a vibrant red in color, as if filled with an endless rage, reflective of all light that touch them, which allow them to contrast even more against his pale figure and seem to glow even more vibrantly than they actually do as a result. Seated above them is a rather large forehead, though it is typically covered by a customized piece of headgear which also contains the symbol of his village, with a line savagely carved through it, and below are the rest of his facial features, being rugged and grim, possessing with small cheek bones, a narrow jawline and a row of sharpened teeth to add to his already towering and imposing visage.

His clothing is a modified version of what would be commonly found on inhabitants of the Land of Water. Starting from the top, he wears a a mesh-armored top to cover his torso with a black pinstriped t-shirt atop it, designed for simplicity, minor protection and nothing more, allowing him freedom of movement and absolute comfort. Around his waist is a large, black, pinstriped obi to act as a divider, separating his top and the clothing worn below. That aforementioned clothing consists of a simple, black shinobi-issue trousers with a kunai pouch tied to the right tight, and toeless socks and standard shinobi sandals to protect his feet. Draped over his shoulders to conceal the majority of his form is a large, thick and heavy black cloak with a large knotted rope hanging on the inside and high collar with stitch-like strings on the right side, which is typically popped upward in order to conceal the lower portion of his face.



Personality Description: Aggressive, pointlessly cruel, and utterly wrathful, Sketh is an embodiment of what could be considered the worst that the Shinobi World has to offer, the physical manifestation of all the rage and hate that it creates. The malicious and ill-natured disposition that is permanently his own can be fully traced back to how cruel the shinobi life is, and he embraces the philosophy of survival of the fittest at his very center because of it; it defines him, it guides him, and it could even be said that it controls him to the point of being irreversible. He is callous and malign as a result, possessing an unslakable blood lust and a stubborn, obstinate mentality that is more akin to a simple-minded, hateful beast than anything else, fully advocating the belief that those who are strong have the innate right to survival, while those who are weak only exist as stepping stones to be flattened by those striving for power.

Contumacious and uncompromising, Sketh believes that the only authority that exists is that of the individual, and that structured systems are not only pointless, but an absolute hindrance on ones own growth and ambitions. In a sense, it could say that he is an absolute anarchist who thrives off of chaotic situations and the total confusion that accompanies them. Additionally, he is completely outspoken, candid and brusque, freely speaking his mind and opinions, irregardless of who is around him, with no restraint at all on his part. Regularly will he speak bluntly and crudely, insultingly, even, without no remorse or regret. In this way, and many others, he is sociopathic and apathetic towards the feelings of those around him, showing him to be quite uncaring, insensitive, and hardhearted. Overall, he is, at his core, a bloodthirsty monster who both lives for the thrill of a lawless, dangerous lifestyle and riding the waves of his primal instincts that drive him toward his seemingly pointless path of destruction.

However, despite his animalistic tendencies and barbaric nature, Sketh is a highly perceptive, observant, and intelligent individual, that contrasts with his typical image, demonstrating surprisingly insightful characteristics that, when paired with his astounding analytical ability and natural instinct, rarely allow him to be deceived or caught off guard. He possesses remarkable foresight, stacked with his lust for battle that enables him to keep a clear head during conflict, makes him quite the dangerous individual in terms of both raw physical strength and mental astuteness. Over all, as seen in past demonstrations, he is clearly incisive and extremely sagacious in times where it would be most beneficial for him to be.

Likes: Working out, sharpening edged tools and/or weaponry, meat, women.
Dislikes: Lazing about, people who meet his definition of annoying, vegetables.
Catch Phrases: "Fuck off."
Nindo: "I pray to no one, I yield to no one, I kneel to no one, and I submit to no one!"



Element Affinity: Suiton
Sub Element Affinity: N/A



History:

Infancy & Childhood Arcs

A child born from a corpse, a life despised and hated, and a past drenched in blood; these are things that most people would expect to hear when speaking of Matamune's history. The conception of the infant that would come to be known as The Black Death is a dark one, as it was in the time of the bloodline persecutions and mass genocide carried out by the Kirigakure military. A mother, wife to a man who supported the discrimination of those in possession of Kekkei Genkai, was pregnant with his child. However, she would suffer in her husbands stead as penance for his brutality against the bloodline families, and while he was away, she was kidnapped and made an example out of leaving her bloodied corpse, suspended from a noose, on display for all to see. Following this, in an incredibly grotesque way of coming into the world, Sketh was eventually released from his mother's womb sometime afterward, surviving the fall only due to the impact being cushioned by the pool of blood beneath her body.

There an infant Sketh would lay, apparently dead, until he and his mothers corpse would later be discovered by his now enraged and grief stricken father who had set out to find them hours earlier. Distraught over his wife's unjustified murder, his sorrowful cries were interrupted only by the slightest of cries from the infant, nearly hidden completely from view by the crimson pool he was almost fully submerged in. Cradling the gore-slathered infant in his arms, his father saw him as a symbol of rage; the embodiment of the feelings of hate and fear that his wife must felt towards her captors during her cruel execution. This realization, this sudden discernment, would lead him to not only despise and ruthlessly slaughter those in possession of a bloodline during the coming genocide, but to also raise his child to live up to the expectation of acting as the hateful shadow of his mother.

Raised since then under the care of his callous and otherwise cruel father, he was taught at young age that the feelings typical children tended to express would not be tolerated; he was not allowed to cry, he was not allowed to complain, and most of all, he was not allowed to feel. His father spent every waking moment desensitizing, hardening, and training his son to be what most would despise; a true shinobi incapable of feeling nothing but rage, feeding off of hate, fear, and a developed love of conflict and bloodshed. Pushed, beaten, abused, and forcibly toughened by his father. Additionally, he was taught to hate those who possessed Kekkei Genkai, having the idea drilled into his head that he was, in fact, his mothers everlasting rage, and was forced to become emotionally dead with regard to showing sentiment. He had obtained the mindset of a ruthless killing machine at an age as young as ten, something that greatly aided him during his enlistment into the academy not long after.

Academy & Genin Arcs

A childhood spent in an academy that was more bloody than any other, Sketh fit right in with the ruthless and malicious atmosphere that was essentially the Academy responsible for creating trained killers of the Bloody Mist Village. When he was met with cruelty, he responded in kind. When he was met with conflict, he responded in kind. Everything about what was feared about the academy was met head on by Sketh, eagerly, even, with a smile lusting for more. Written classes were passed with exceptional marks, while sparring commonly matches escalated into unforgiving bloodbaths which resulted in the loss of a what was once someones child, and more than once was he the one responsible for their untimely death, bloody kunai in hand and twisted smirk on his face.

He fit right in, to be completely honest. A school who's job was to turn children in killers, he blended in as effortlessly as a chameleon did with it's surroundings, but at the same time he stood out amongst the majority as one of the more feared and violent children, as any hesitation towards acting on violence was nonexistent. To add to this fear, even at such a young age did he demonstrate an almost unheard of proficiency in the use of Silent Killing, which was something that stunned even his teachers. When time came for the graduation exams, where friends were pitted against each other, where people who ate at the same lunch table were forced to engage in lethal combat, Sketh showed no hesitation is slashing their arteries with his kunai, opening their necks with the blade of his tanto, and breaking their bones with his fists, and upon slaughtering his entire class, he graduated into the world of Shinobi.

Unsympathetic, unforgiving, and unmerciful, these were the abysmal trait that he possessed at such a young age, and they showed during his time as a Genin more than in the academy. Missions were completed with an almost primal efficiency, a natural perfection, and he paid no attention to those who fell behind. His teammates, disregarded. His sensei, irrelevant. Neither their weakness nor their advice would be acknowledged or heard, he could only look forward towards the bloody path that awaited him, and he pushed himself to get their faster. Upon being admitted into the Chuunin exams, a quick and precise match was all that followed; a blinded opponent, a silent movement, and a cut throat were all the crowd was greeted with, with Sketh himself standing over the body as the mist cleared.

Chuunin Arcs

The Chuunin, allowed to take on more serious, more dangerous missions for their village. This is what he had been waiting for, but it was only just a stepping stone; a taste of what he sought after for so long. The pattern of his brutal efficiency and disregard for obstacles, whatever they might have been, continued with liquid results. High valued individuals were escorted along a blood drenched path to safety, enemies were silently slaughtered by the dozens at the edge of his crimson-stained blades. It was around this time as a Chuunin that he had began to develop his reputation, as the black mist in which he created led those who fought him to do so in absolute darkness, only for them to find a knife in a vital organ. Those he allowed to escape, having it been out of boredom or simple whim, had come to call him many things and the words began to spread.

The Black Death was a title that soon followed it, obtained from the aforementioned black mists in which his enemies lost their lives, demonstrating just how ruthless and savage, yet equally effective he truly was. Ever growing, his reputation quickly reached the upper echelons of his village as he was allowed to participate in the last days of the Kirigakure Bloodline Genocide, in which he mercilessly slaughtered those who showed signs of possessing a kekkei genkai out of both his own innate rage and the indoctrination he had suffered at the hands of his father. Bloodlines, be they ice, lava, or any other advanced element, many fell to the silent footsteps and deadly blades of the Black Death and his ruthless skill, and he showed no mercy nor pity to those who stood before him; regardless of age or gender.

He was despised, hated by many, by those who he had taken loved ones from, by those related to the ones he had slain with an indifferent grin. His actions were recognized, some even glorified them, and upon so being assigned to take the Jounin Graduation Program a year after the bloodline genocide ended. He left the event area covered in the blood of those who he was selected to compete against, some strangers, some comrades, all dead, and was quickly promoted to Jounin at the age of seventeen, which was to be expected at this point given his track record. He was promoted, and thus set upon the path he so desperately sought after for so long...


Jounin and Anbu Archs

Now a being drenched in the sanguine blood belonging to countless individuals who stood and fell before him, Sketh stood at the upper levels of his village, and was now allowed to revel in the blood soaked path that a Jounin was forced to follow. Facing the dangerous life of a full fledged shinobi that he fully embraced, he continued his typical schedule. Missions were his life, and only when sleeping was he not participating in one. Ever present was the trail of bodies and bloody rivers that were left in his path of conflict and death, smothered in the black mist which always accompanied him. Never was there a time where he placed comrades over a mission, or the mission over his own thirst for absolute conflict.

However, his excellent use of Stealth in order to achieve these goals caught the attention of the ANBU, in which he eagerly accepted. Joining their ranks, he continued his life in the shadows; assassination was a common occurrence, and one he had no problem dishing out. However, the restrictions that were imposed upon him, which he began to notice during each of his promotions, were beginning to worry him. The sense of freedom in which he previously felt he had felt as if it was being stripped away from him, replaced with regulation and codes of conduct. He was able to endure it, and he did so for quite a while, but eventually he began to experience the problems it would cause for him. He despised such restrictive systems, they imposed on how he wanted to live his own life, and so, at the age of 33, he decided that he had enough of the restrictive chains that currently bound him.



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