Name: Zerutobi Kaguya
Nickname: Zeru
Alias: (The) Skeleton Kid
Age: 19
Gender: M
Village: Konohagakure
Village Rank: ANBU
Skill Rank: A
Height: 5’11” ft
Weight: 140 lbs
Hair color: White
Eye Color: Green
Looks Description:
The most distinct physical characteristic of Zerutobi is the two red dots that are above his brows. It is the sign of the Kaguya blood that pump through his heart. Another common trait that most Kaguya hold is the red bags under the eyes. Long, white hair covers his head, parting in a zig-zag line down the center. His eyes are a strong green color similar to an emerald.
As most ANBU, Zeru’s visage his covered by his mask, and wears it majority of the time. Customary ANBU vest and pants cover his body as well.
Personality Description:
Zerutobi often is disengaged from other people, accustomed to doing so his whole life. However, when he does talk to other people he has very good social skills. He is understanding often sympathetic and makes a loyal friend.
People close to him would refer to him as loyal to a fault. Most ninjas a taught to carry through with missions, despite what difficulties the group may encounter; Zerutobi always prioritizes helping his comrades over completing the mission.
He often times contradicts his own nature—kind and nonviolent—because of his ANBU duties. But everyone that knows him on a personal level knows what type of person he is. He is also known to be a smartass at times, and even intolerable of stupidity.
Likes: Nature, socializing, thinking
Dislikes: Stupidity, large groups of people, violence
Catch Phrases: N/A
Nindo: No Ninja Left Behind
Element Affinity: Raiton
Sub Element Affinity: Katon
History:
Zerutobi Kaguya was born just outside the village perimeters of Kirigakure, to a normal family. His mother was the housewife type—cleaned, cooked, took care of the young boy. Zerutobi’s father, Argan, was a ferocious warrior, known for his savagery. His father was the arrogant type, and often feuded with other Kaguyas over petty differences. One of these differences cost him his life.
It was a sunny day, the day that Zerutobi’s family was taken from him. The sun shined magnificent rays of May light down upon the small complex of huts that Argan was called leader of. Life was as usual. Women Kaguya foraged bushes, picking luscious berries from their stems—only the red ones. The men had congregated inside of the largest hut amongst the cluster (Usually they would be huddled inside, talking business that concerned the village, but today they were drinking). A hoard of shinobi poured into the huts from over the hills, just southwest of the of miniature village. They slaughtered everything—women,children, elderly; made no difference—and everything.
Zerutobi roamed off from the site only a few moments before the massacre. He had been chasing down a butterfly that was crafty in its elusion; and it took the boy over a few hours before he finally cupped the bug between his palms. He arrived back to his village and witnessed the results of what had happened. It was horrific. He was now without a home, and without a family. He was now a nomad; however, he prepared. His family had always drifted from place to place, travelling with the seasons. He simply grabbed what remained of his belongs from within his now tattered home, and wandered off; droplets of tears trailed him.
A shinobi, Mara Tobi, from the Konoha village luckily walked by (he had gotten lost during a mission, and he knew his superiors would not take lightly, so he continued to get more lost intentionally) and stumbled across a small boy, huddled into a fetal position under a large oak tree. The shinobi knew that if he returned with something—anything—that a reasonable excuse could possibly keep his feet from hot waters. Zerutobi became his excuse.
The elders of Konoha were pleased with Mara’s discovery. Kaguyas were to be cherished—their body worshipped. They welcomed the young Zeru into Konoha with outstretched arms, and directed Mara to be his caretaker.
The Kaguya was a born-ninja. At an early age he was able to unlock the powers of his bloodline (often times he would flaunt this ability around; all the other ninja students jealous of his powers). Chuunin’s and Jounin’s recognized the young ninja’s skill and notified superiors. The Hokage was already aware of Zerutobi’s power—he was one of the village elders that signed off on his creation.
The Hokage summoned Mara to his chambers and told him that his orders to watch the young boy were completed, and then complimented him before dismissing him. It was time to utilize the Kaguyas abilities, and nurture him into the weapon he was born to be.
One day, while walking to the academy, he was met by a group of ANBU. This had been his destiny, they told him. This is what he was created for. The ANBU ninjas took Zerutobi away that day. And they taught him to be one of them.
The training to become an ANBU was grueling, to put it nicely. There were times that Zerutobi was abandoned in the thick forests that surrounded Konoha, to fend for himself. Those trials would last weeks, sometimes months. He would have to live off of the earth. If a ninja of a rival faction would pass by, he was to kill them. The Kaguya was to learn to be a gentleman in the village, but a cerebral, and merciless, man outside of it. This lasted for ten years. Then he had been awarded title of ANBU.
RP Sample:
The orders were clear—as clear as the ink on the scroll that he held. Zerutobi just been assigned to assist in the interrogation efforts of Atawa. He deduced that the ANBU ninjas that were already ascribed to this mission had been failing, and miserably. The Kage usually declined to use the Kaguya’s services unless absolutely necessary.
”I don’t want you out in the field too much,” the last Kage used to say to him, in a dull, scratchy tone. “[/i]You’re one of a kind. And if you were to fall into the wrong hands . . .”[/i] He would then usually divulge into what seemed more like a soliloquy, than a discussion; that was what Zerutobi used to lose his attention on.
This Kage seemed to go to the same school of thought. Yes, the incredible Institute of Higher Intellectual Secrecy. It was a place that must have taught the finest ninjas in all the land.
Oh what fun he wanted to say as he read the scroll, but knew that the young messenger may not catch on to his sarcasm. He rolled it back up, tighter than he had received it, and handed it back to the messenger boy.
“Here you go, little ninja, haveth haste!” he exclaimed, in a rather elderly tone. If Zerutobi had his face bare, the boy would have seen a large friendly grin stretching from ear to ear, across his visage.
The boy’s face lit up with glee, as his cheekbones raised the freckles on his face distorted into disfigured shapes. He quickly grabbed—almost snatching, in his excitement—the scroll and shoved it back into its canister, having to readjust how he inserted it a few times, but then getting it in. He giggled at the Kaguya’s words, gave him a bow, and then ran out the door. He did it so fast that the door whipped open and banged, with a thud, into the adjacent wall.
Zerutobi would have loved to give the boy one of his bone carvings—it was made by hand! And his own bones—but more voices from the old Kage washed over his mind. [/i]Zeru, under no circumstance are you to ever reveal your clan powers to the public. Even other ninjas are to not know of your abilities. They are only to be used outside in public or in front of inferior ninjas if it is a dire emergency. [/i] Zerutobi had enough of the man’s lectures recorded in his head he could write a thesis statement on them. He could picture what the paper would look like already; Kage said “input statement here” (ref. Zaerutobi Brain pg.44772).
He let out a long, exasperated sigh. He grabbed his small round-shaped backpack and threw it over his left shoulder, shifted his mask around some, and then proceeded to exit the room; his feet dragged with each step.
