"Pick up the pace, and keep that blade sharp."
Name: Zancrow Miyazaki
Nickname: Azrael Bloodraven, The Blademaster
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Village: Kirigakure no Sato
Village Rank: Jounin
Skill Rank: A
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 213lbs
Hair color: Black
Eye Color: Gold
Looks Image:
Looks Description: Zancrow is a lean-built shinobi of an above-average height for his age, clearly looming over most other shinobi his age. He seems to emanate an aura of seriousness with his towering size, grave voice and piercing golden gaze. His skin isn’t as tan as other shinobi, and is actually pale, much like other Yuki clansmen. His boyish face and features can incite lust and desire in most, if not all women, even if they do not show it outwardly. At some point they would have fantasized about him once. His gaze is unnerving towards enemies, and can even cause enemies higher of his caliber to question his humanity.
Zancrow has smooth shoulder-length charcoal black hair that falls in sharp even bangs, most covering the left side of his face. His eyes are still visible from underneath the bangs. His eyes are actually his most distinguishing facial feature. By a genetic birth mutation he was born with golden irises, a trait that scared even his mother. He dons a custom-made silver and black coat and suit that makes him distinguished amongst other shinobi in battle. Otherwise he dons a formal purple coat with a white fur hood, a black t-shirt underneath, and underneath that is fishnet shirt. He dons black cargo pants along with black boots, black latex gloves and a black mask that obscures the lower half of his face (from the bridge of his nose to his neck). His Kumo band is worn as a belt around his waist
When not in active duty he dons a black sleeveless shirt, a short-sleeved mesh armor over the shirt a thick purple poncho along with a purple sash along his waist and a purple apron over his black cargo pants, black boots and his black latex gloves, reminiscent of a long-ago Mizukage.
Personality Description: Zancrow is a very violent and rather cruel individual, caused by the hate he received during his childhood due to his clan heritage. He grew up being constantly bullied and harassed for being a Yuki clan member. He isn’t hesitant in dispatching those who pose a threat to him, or wish to show him disdain. At points he can become quite sick and sadistic, indulging into a darker side of his personality, known to be the source of his sometimes and quite often emotional killing sprees. People of his clan know not to bother with Zancrow, and he is often seen as an outside to them.
Despite having such malicious and primordial rage-induced killing sprees and dark aura to his being, he is actually more caring and forgiving, a trait that’s more seen than his darker side. Zancrow has a cheery attitude, evident by his warm, honey dew-like tone that can cheer up others, resolve unnecessary arguments and the like. He can be quite the enthusiast towards his friends and encourages them to keep pushing their limits to the max. He himself has done this as he emulates the “My Rules” philosophy, pushing his body to its utmost limit on a daily basis to make himself stronger for his own means. This lifestyle as greatly benefited in his training and has even helped greatly since he sees his entire life as a failure, and has shown to push himself to the brink of death on numerous occasions.
Zancrow possesses the mental capacity of an older, more wisdom-oriented individual, more likening to a sage at most. His world view is pretty broad, and theorizes that the four nations will one day unite into one great village of infinite power, creating a world of Nirvana and peace. He hopes to see this great unified village, but he knows of the more-than-normal turmoil and struggles of the present times, and often times mocks the human race for its quite idiotic barbaric manner. He is capable of setting up traps to lure enemies into a respectable range for him to attack with near-rapid succession.
One thing he tries to work on is the ability to find the equilibrium of his nice and dark personalities and form a serious, decisive and intimidating persona to adopt in battle. Although he’s not making much of progress with it, he has had his moments of perfection with the idea, and has outright scared enemies shitless.
Likes:
- Any type of food that doesn’t involve pork
- Bloodshed of enemies
- Training
- Reading alone
- Seclusion
Dislikes:
- Arrogance
- Intentional stupidity
- His own clan
- “evil-doers”
- those who harm those he holds dear
Catch Phrases: "Gotta be quicker than that!"
Nindo: Revenge is just a sharp weapon as any sword
Element Affinity: Ice Release
Sub Element Affinity: Water Release + Wind Release
History: Zancrow was born under a blood moon, a sign known by many Yuki members to show that they have been blessed with extraordinary prowess, at the expense of pure-born hatred and anger. Zancrow’s parents, Miyuki and Satoshi, were afraid of this, and made sure their son was well loved by them and everyone else in the clan. They showered him with unconditional love, affection and happiness that made him actually a happy child. Zancrow was extremely cheerful and proud of his parents, giving them back the love he received from them. He lived in harmonious bliss for much of his childhood, up until his fifth birthday. His uncle, the head of the Yuki clan at the time, decided to start his training to learn his clan’s bloodline limit of Ice Release. Zancrow was reluctant, as he would have to travel away from his parents for years up in the mountains. However, his uncle saw through this ruse and had his parents murdered by some higher-up Jounin of Kirigakure that were hired by his uncle to do the deed.
Zancrow was more than enraged and saddened by the shocking news and, for the first time of his life, went on a killing spree, killing a total of twelve Kirigakure-hired Jounin. It’s not to say he overpowered them, but they were caught off guard when he began to murder, and Zancrow gave them no room to attack. His uncle arrived, appearing as if he had no clue of the incident, and comforted Zancrow. Zancrow, with his naïve and innocent self, willingly let his uncle train him to become stronger, to protect those who he loved and cared for. Up in the mountains Zancrow trained for eight solid years before returning to the Yuki clan hub. However, he returned on his own, as he had murdered his uncle as a final act of training. He then stayed by his mother’s sister, where he would stay and retreat to whenever classes at the Kiri Academy were over. However, more calamities would plague him. His aunt, who was a more proficient Ice Release user, frequently overpowered Zancrow and raped him every day, of every week, for the following three years.
Dealing with the Academy was a bit pressuring on Zancrow, as many knew of his deeds outside Kirigakure and the death of his mother. He was tortured everyday when others would make fun of his parents' deaths and his inability to save them. He was nearly banned from the Academy THRICE for nearly killing many of his classmates bare-handedly. After a while, his aunt had a small talk with the Mizukage, and since then his Academy life became much more managable. He graduated as a Genin and quickly took the Chunnin exams soon after.
He traveled to Konohagakure for the Chunnin exams there, in the Forest of Death. He joined a team of classmates who had actually respected him and saw him as a friend, something that surprised Zancrow to his soul. He took his new friends in warmly and set off into the forest to get to the tower in the center. Along the way he came across a distinguishing bully from his Academy days, holding the other scroll he needed to pass. And, let's just say...revenge was sweet. His battle in the tower against an Uchiha ended in his victory, albeit hurt extremely. He recovered in Konoha, and went on to the final fight within the Konoha Arena.
He was caught within a heated fight against an advanced Fire Release user. So far, through all his fights up until then, he hadn't used Ice Release, but just Water and Wind Releases separately. For an entire grueling hour he was bested, even with the use of Ice Release. He made a promise to his father that he wouldn't use his secret jutsu, but he had to, in order to win. He activated it, and quickly turned the tides of the fight into his favor. With tactics and great power he defeated the ninja, and soon after became a Chunnin. Now, he knew there was one last obstacle to pass: Jounin exams.
Surprisingly, he had to complete a few assassination missions for the Mizukage, much to his chagrin. However, his last mission was to kill his aunt. Somewhat elated by this, he contemplated this for quite some time, before confidently agreeing. He confronted his aunt, told her of his mission, and engaged him in battle. His aunt went all out for his son, using her best jutsu as well as Zancrow. They ended up destroying the same Temple Zancrow was conceived in. The two shared a final embrace as Zancrow decapitated her with her signature kenjutsu ability: the Shinigami Beheading technique. He brought it to the Mizukage and left the office a Jounin, scarred for life that both his parents and aunt were dead, and all three were his fault.
RP Sample:
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- Zancrow could tell he had pleased Tsurara with the Snow Wonderland technique, her smile all too much of a giveaway. Amidst all of what was transpiring Zancrow felt as if something was amiss, that something terrible would happen. He thought about one thing as a mysterious man had approached the group, with... a cheetah? What the fuck? Zancrow didn't show his surprise on his face, but the fact that there was a cheetah in Kumogakure meant that this thing either had to be a summon or the zoo just lost one of its star attractions. Zancrow bit his thumbs, letting blood run down into his palms, and once recognizing the Raikage's hat he primly bowed, drawing pentograms on his palms. When last had Zancrow done a summon so mysterious and cunning and oh-so demonic in its own right? The man steadily approached the group, standing closer to Melody than himself and Tsurara.
The snow was kicking up more fiercer than expected. Was this because of the summoning process? Who knew? Not a single soul but Zancrow Miyazaki. It had been a while since he called upon the powers of the Necropolis Contract, a demonic contract housing some of the most dangerous of summons known to shinobi-kind. Shadow wraiths were fickle ghost-like beings who were FAR more violent than your average bedsheets phantom. Zancrow wished he had at least worn his actual shinobi outfits, but he remembered his shirt was off! He had to interrupt the summoning process as the Raikage spoke, smudging the blood on his shirt. He swore in his mind, not wanting to appear anymore disrespectful to someone of such a high-calibre of might and power. "Lord Raikage, my sincerest apologies on meeting you in such menial conditions. It is an honor to be in your presence. I was just about to try and use a summoning contract I've been neglecting for so long, I think my summons will want my head for it." He noted the speed of the cheetas and was quite worried with it. Damn, those are some fast cats. Grah... who has that kind of speed to lend a hand? I could use Grendel but…
The Raikage made his way to the group, examining them, but taking an eye to Tsurara the most. Zancrow was a keen observer, although not looking directly at the two he surmised this was some fated love that was to only begin now. It amazed Zancrow, to see men fall for women like this, revealing skin and ample breasts and immaculate faces. One thing was for sure: Zancrow wouldn't be getting a date anytime soon. He was too much of an awkward guy to begin with, let alone to have the time to notice beauty. However, he did notice it in Melody and Tsurara,so where did that leave his thinking, really? He was tired of his over-analysis of the situation and but his thumbs again as the Raikage took out two simple balls from his jacket and prepared to toss them. Zancrow made the pentograms as the spheres became towering armored knights, which befuddled him. Cheetas and knights coming from balls. This was going to be a fun Raikage, no doubt.
He looked slightly to his left and saw Tsurara forming handsigns at an alarming rate, looked to his right to see Melody and to his front the Raikage jumping back, the now visible chakra strings making it evident that these were indeed puppets. As the puppets advanced the pentograms were fully made, and they began to open their mouths, revealing the glimmer of a kunai. If it wasn't for the massive wall of water that simply tossed them into the air, shielding all three from any projectiles that may have been thrown. Zancrow blew into his open hands, and sure enough, a towering man of a massive height, being 6'9" appeared. (Refer to this image for the Summon's current appearance) The summon, Baal took a quick second to gather his thoughts and noticed Zancrow pulling his hands apart. Baal looked into the shinobi's eyes and knew what he thought, and vice versa. Baal stepped, and I mean LITERALLY stepped, into Zancrow's chest, disappearing. Zancrow's eyes began to glow white, wispy white tendrils extending from them as his face drew a devilish grin, black inky X's appearing over his eyes as he looked above to see the puppets fly. His body began to emanate a physically visible demonic black aura. He formed five handseals with quick speed,drew in breath as chakra became kneaded, expelling three massive frosty/ice dragon heads towards the puppets. One head curved to run along the line of the chakra threads. If the puppets were attempted to be brought back to the Raikage it would hit the head, freezing completely in immobilisation. The second rushed up from the bottom, in case they were going to be brought down while the last arced overhead descending, in case the puppets were to be brought upwards. Zancrow, or rather, Zancrow and Baal looked at Tsurara, reading her movements but keeping the Raikage in clear view as well, especially those cheetas. Zancrow, Baal spoke in his mind, you hang around the wierdest of people.