To. My. Delight. [Finished]

"I don't do requests."



Name: Minori Noa - [lit. docile truth]
Nickname: Ma-Gen-Bu - The Flying Snake Tortoise. Given to him as recognition of both his patient and his ability to react as soon as the opportunity presents itself.  
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Village: Otogakure no Sato
Village Rank: ANBU
Skill Rank: A




Height:6'1"
Weight: 76 kilograms
Hair color: Black
Eye Color: Slate grey
Looks Image:
Looks Description: Perhaps it was the horrendous sideburns that drew your eye. Perhaps not again, it has frequently been said that despite his relatively plain appearance, the aura of a troublemaker lurks just behind his smile. But that smile rarely surfaces nowadays. There are etchings running across his face, old lines that rarely see use now. However, when the occasion does strike him to crack the old charm up again, it fits in much the same way that an old second hand glove fits a hand. Worn in, forgotten, but still usable. From thereon, it becomes more and more complex to tie down Minori who has spent so much of his life running from himself that achieving the ideal of being unable to recognise the man in the mirror is praised above all else. If even he could not remember his face, how could anyone else be expected to? However, he was cursed with not so much a memorable appearance - as he was never a good looking. Either as a lad, or as a young man. Instead, his presence has always been something noteworthy. Some have talked about his smell, others his naturally quiet demeanour coupled with his ability to locate the centre of the action and act when required. For most however, his voice is his most defining trait. It is said that the first thing to be forgotten about someone is that you cannot recall the sound of their voice. Even the nuances of their use of language. This unfortunately happens to be Minori's most distinguishing characteristic, with a deep rich almost musical baritone. The origin of this voice is not completely natural, as it stems from the stutter he had as child. Being shy, it compounded itself in a speech impediment that only worsened as the years dragged on. Getting access to a speech therapist was a decision made by his parents as none of their efforts made any headway. Long story short, singing became a good way for Minori to accustomise himself with his voice. The talent has well and truly faded now, only leaving him with the affects of a long term effort forcibly put into mastering his own vocal cords that came about in much the same way as if someone who is new to a language may come to have a greater technical understanding of it then a native speaker who has a intuitive understanding of it.

The rest of his physical appearance is relatively boring - Minori has a tendency to wear civilian clothing more often then typical shinobi attire - forgoing even the standard fishet undergarment unless on mission. Low hanging jeans and a belt hanging loose are normally found on his lower body. The jeans will invariably be faded, ripped, or a combination of both as is fashionable. The belt is normally quite thin, coloured black (this is claimed to be the only piece of gear he will directly replace with a duplicate if damaged or destroyed). Instead of a buckle system, it has a clasp at the head of it and a series of studs on the underside that hook into a corresponding number of holes on the other end of the belt. However, it is very rarely done up properly -if at all- so this is more of a moot point then anything else. Over the top goes a plain white shirt, and a sleeveless jacket of differing descriptions and styles as suits Minori's preference. His physical body denotes that of the general amount of physical activity the Shinobi normally puts their body through typically. It is not an exceptional figure by any stretch of the imagination, and oddly unblemished for a front-line shinobi who has seen his fair share of action in the line of duty. As scars may be used as a means of identification, Minori always gets them removed in the hospital procedures. Now approaching the age of 22 and seemingly immune to the stresses he has already placed on his body so far in life. There are many years left in his coil and many dreams yet unfulfilled.



Personality Description: As an ISFJ, Minori's primary mode of living is focused internally, where he takes things in via the five senses in a literal, concrete fashion. His secondary mode is external, where he deals with things according to how he feel about them, or how they fit into his personal value system.

Minori lives in a world that is concrete and kind. They are truly warm and kind-hearted, and want to believe the best of people. They value harmony and cooperation, and are likely to be very sensitive to other people's feelings. People value Minori for his consideration and awareness, and his ability to bring out the best in others by the firm desire to believe the best in them.

Most people of this personality type have a rich inner world that is not usually obvious to observers. Constantly taking in information about people and situations that is personally important to them, and store it away. This tremendous store of information is usually startlingly accurate, because the ISFJ has an exceptional memory about things that are important to their value systems. It would not be uncommon for Minori or anyone like him to remember a particular facial expression or conversation in precise detail years after the event occured, if the situation made an impression on him in some way.

Like many people, Minori has a very clear idea of the way things should be, which they strive to attain. He values security and kindness, and respect traditions and laws. He tends to believe that existing systems are there because they work. Therefore, he is not likely to buy into doing things in a new way, unless shown in a concrete way why its better than the established method.

Minori learns best by doing, rather than by reading about something in a book, or applying theory. For this reason, he is not likely to be found in fields which require a lot of conceptual analysis or theory. They value practical application. Traditional methods of higher education, which require a lot of theorizing and abstraction, are likely to be a chore for him. Minori typically learns the value of a a task best by being shown its practical application. Once the task is learned, and its practical importance is understood, Minori will faithfully and tirelessly carry through the task to completion in this regard, he is very dependable.
He also has an extremely well-developed sense of space, function, and aesthetic appeal. For that reason, he is very fond of beautifully furnished, functional homes. Considered to have inherited his mother's taste in furniture, the pathway for the carpentry and interior decoration was briefly open for Minori. This special ability, combined with his sensitivity to other's feelings and desires, makes them very likely to be great gift-givers - finding the right gift which will be truly appreciated by the recipient.

More so than other types, ISFJs are extremely aware of their own internal feelings, as well as other people's feelings. They do not usually express their own feelings, keeping things inside. If they are negative feelings, they may build up inside the ISFJ until they turn into firm judgments against individuals which are difficult to unseed, once set. In this regard, Minori is quite dissimilar to his personality profile, with little to no tendency to bottle up his emotions and instead freely dumps his worries and woes into physical vestibules such as writing - he keeps quite a faithful diary or some sort of vice like nicotine.
Minori typically feels a strong sense of responsibility and duty. This occasionally becomes taken for granted- with people naturally tend to rely on them. Further compounding this, Minori has a difficult time saying "no" when asked to do something, and may become over-burdened (and frequently does). In such cases, Minori does not usually express their difficulties to others, because he intensely dislikes conflict.  And because he refuses to tend to his own needs above anothers.

Likes:

• (▰˘◡˘▰) Soy Sauce.
  
• (▰˘◡˘▰) MOIST TOWLETTS!!
  
• (▰˘◡˘▰) Reading.
  
• (▰˘◡˘▰) Food, specifically unhealthy classy food.
  
• (▰˘◡˘▰) Frank exchange of perspectives.
  
• (▰˘◡˘▰) The downfall of one's enemies.
  
  Dislikes:
  
• ಥ╭╮ಥ Spicy food.
  
• ಥ╭╮ಥ Tea.
  
• ಥ╭╮ಥ Explosions. Awful, loud things.
  
• ಥ╭╮ಥ Getting caught with his pants down.
  
• ಥ╭╮ಥ Being interrupted.
  
• ಥ╭╮ಥ Haircuts.
  
• ಥ╭╮ಥ Training and combat.
  

Catch Phrases: n/a
Nindo: "Sticks and stones only hurt those with bones."



Elemental Affinity: 0
Sub Elemental Affinity: 0



History:
The origin stories of most shinobi have many common traits. And emotions. Loss, is normally quite a common factor. The anger given to those who had lost their nearest and dearest often provides the sheer motivational energy required to go through the rigorous training required to achieving the most basic qualification for Shinobi life. Whilst seeing a ninja without a bone to pick with the world, or some group in general isn't unheard of, normally every individual has experienced loss of some kind and it has impacted how they interact with the world. Minori is considered an oddity, in the way that he fashioned his way into the world of the shinobi was through the love of his parents - as opposed to the hate of those who had taken them away from him. He had been isolated as a child, perhaps extremely so as he had lived on one of the more remote rice plantations within the Land of Sound. Large swathes of land dedicated to none other but his own family and their team of workers. Minori was born in a grass hut, with nothing to assist his mother but the traditional medicine of the land and the support of her family. And to this day, she maintained that in reality she preferred it this way - even if the labour damaged her so that she considered it so unsafe to have another child. So more due to force then anything else, Minori remained an only child and was treated as such by his parents. Growing up, he was neither fast, strong, or even particularly smart. For his age group. What he could do however, was work with nearly any group of people he was put within. Within foreseeable boundaries of course, anyone who was so opposed to having a six year old child working alongside them wouldn't tolerate his presence at all. But for the most part Minori learned how to mingle and get along with a very large stretch of ethnicities, backgrounds and racial groups. It became his skill on the farm, because as every new group of workers arrived and the old ones moved on as was their want, he introduced them around and halved the time in which they would normally familiarise themselves with the way the plantation operated. These were...good years.

The bad years were not, sudden pirate attacks, or raids by bandits, or anything remotely of that nature. It was economical, brutal and entirely impersonal. A depression hit Otogakure no Sato, and the demand that had been present previously for the goods that they had provided disappeared without a trace. Well, there was a trace to so speak, but generally when a 'trail' is imagine, it is the presence of something, be it clear earth or frequently dropped bread crumbs. In this instance, this trail was the line of people abandoning these plantations and moving towards the city proper, seeking work, retribution, something to give their lives the meaning they previously had. Minori's parents did not follow this trend, they stayed with the land. Faithful to the promise that their fortunes would change and so continued to cultivate the lands despite mounting losses. They continued to loose money like water through their hands and waited three years before they averted their course of action.

Minori was seven years of age by this point, when the relatively uninhabited areas of the reigon were considered a prime ground for the up and coming Shinobi should be relocated for training. Minori originally got away with spying on the training procedure because the security detail hadn't be fully set-up as of yet. It was seen as a low risk transitions, so no one really cared that a local kid from the hill over watched as the fortifications went up and the instructors taught the kids some of the more basic lessons. It took Minori a much longer time, learning at such a distance by guesswork and supposition. But he had found something to occupy his days with, and with the lack of work his parents normally had for him - Minori found this to be a suitable distraction for his purposes. He wasn't on the same schedule as his fellows, and took his time in discovering the ins and outs of the most basic shinobi tactics. Chakra control and the like, none of these came easily to him but he spent far more time perfecting these simple groundings then nearly any other who actually went visit the academy.

However, soon just taking in surface details wasn't enough - he wanted more. He could already feel himself becoming stronger underneath the layers of self-imposed training as his core became harder and stronger. And like many children, he chased the power that could be afforded if only he could inch closer to the training grounds. Hear the words distantly mouthed. And so, he did so, and began a new phase of his learning. As a natural sensor type, he evaded detection for a very long time - his innate skill with his chakra allowing him to suppress it from detection due to pure emotional want as he stalked the training grounds. He was eventually discovered, more due to carelessness then anything else - but it taught him one invaluable lesson at the very least. Always cover your tracks. Brought before the senior most Chunin at the facility, he was foremost surprised to see a small waif of a boy looking up at him. Fear trembled in the backs of his eyes but he did not apologise for the theft of knowledge and the Chunin named Jin Soo-Lee did not ask for him. Instead he asked how much the boy knew, and then for a demonstration. He then offered the child a choice, he knew too much to be allowed to work as a farmer. The haphazard spread of techniques would possibly lead to a great many issues down the road. So instead he gave him the greatest ultimatum. Join the Shinobi Academy, and eventually graduate proper or they would come and forcibly extract the knowledge from his brain which may or may not cause irreparable damage.

It was one of the easiest answers Minori would ever be able to give to anyone.

Skip forward a certain number of years and the results were, perhaps, predictable. His innate traits for chakra control lead him down a fast tracked pathway where his level of fine attention to detail was put to the most use. The Medical Career of a Shinobi is not a glory filled up, but they form an important role in many a line-up and Minori found it to his liking. But that's getting ahead of ourselves, lets peak at him over time. See some of the highlight reels so to speak.

Minori found little true friends within the Academy, a small smattering of networks that at the time, seemed tenuous and possibly unimportant. But would later become the backbones of his rough friendship group later on in life. His first missons were much the same as anyone else's, boring, long and largely done to deal with minor issues around the village. It allowed the supervising Shinobi -in Minori's case, a Jonin named Shiro whom Minori had a rather interesting case of rivalry with. The Jonin in question found it amusing that the little boy outright ignored the potential for interaction with his peers on this front and outright attempted to outperform his sensei in as many areas as possible. It was a quite rivalry, a very subtle one that grew in strength as the team came to know each other. This shooting point for his strength range drove him on to a much greater degree then either of his team-mates. It was this drive that eventually persuaded the Jonin to submit the young rumbustious Genin into the Chunin Exams. It differed from place to place, and due to the small scale of the Village, Oto would occasionally put together a team of people who were not originally in the same group at home as there was a much smaller range of Shinobi to choose from - however much numbers were on the rise this was still the case. He met with the two Senju Siblings in this fashion. Only briefly, it was admitted, and even harboured a minor crush over the female of the duo for some time as was the want of a teenage heart. Returning successful from the exams, Minori slowly became more and more involved with the Hospitals and its darker operations for the ANBU business. It was almost a slow transition, and it was a well practised seduction - the organisation having brought many initially unwilling folk into their ranks for the good of the nation. This is where Minori finds himself today, a little bemused and already with a reputation for being somebody with something to prove.

RP Sample: At the cynical line of questioning Richard's verbalised train of thought went, Kaku imagined that he was starting to gain some mental awareness. But how best to play the cards he now held? Did this man seem like the sort of person to keep a promise, even more so, someone who keep a favour in mind and would act upon it when the time came. What the was word? 'Honourable?'
Which led up to another question, would it be best to play it coy and see where the conversation led to and maintain that it had been his intention all along? No one could theoretically disprove it. Of course, if you wanted to be truly logical, you'd question the whole situation to begin with. It had not been refuted that this fellow in front of his possessed abilities of a supernatural nature, they could be low key abilities, more useful in this sort of verbal confrontation then in a physical one. In which case, Kaku would need to tread on careful ground, as he had no wish to be backed into a corner by someone who quite obviously claimed the benefits of a superior body and all that entailed. His motions had not been simply those of an untrained zealot. They held grace, elegance. Something that Kaku wished he could also pursue, but it was regrettably beyond his small body.
"I suppose it would be best to begin in the reverse order that you started. Simply put, I did not know that you were in trouble." Kaku took this moment to pour himself some water. "I do not believe in coincidence like any other cautions person, but the dice were rolled in your favour today." Sipping from the water, Kaku took a moment to note the relative positions of the tables around them, mostly operating on instinct. "As you may, or may not have guessed, I'm benefited with the ability to instantaneously travel from one known location to another and as long as it is within my capacity, I can bring along a passenger or two as well." Kaku inclined the glass towards Richard.
"I severely doubt you would have seen me, I recall you being surrounded by mist. While light from the other side could reach to my end and I could thus detect your shadows, I doubt that you could have seen more then a couple of feet in front of you. If that.

"Do I want a favour? I suppose you could say I do. I'm certainly not foolish enough to turn away help if you're willing to return the act. Both you and I live dangerous lives."
And now it was Kaku's turn. He had answered all questions that Richard had felt that bothered him, and if Kaku knew one thing about conversations, it was to try and introduce a new theme every so often for the sake of continuing the discussion. So what could he contribute?

"What about you, why were you in the forest? On a secret mission?" He allowed someone of that childish curiosity to bleed into his statement, animating his face. Providing their conversation with some much needed innocence. Neither of them were dressed for a holiday.
"Do you work for anyone I should know about?" As long as they weren't going to directly interact with Kaku, he could live without knowing all of Richard's secrets. What would be nice would be able to gather so info on the other supers this fellow might have met up with.