"The chains of habit are too weak to be felt until they are too strong to be broken."
Name: Minoro Masamune
Nickname: Three-eyed crow (八咫烏)
Age: Twenty-three
Gender: Male
Village: Akatsuki
Village Rank: Member
Skill Rank: A
Height: 183 cm| (6'0")
Weight: 61 kg| (134.5 lbs)
Hair color: Green
Eye Color: Canary
Looks Image:
Looks Description:
Minoro is gaunt and sinewy, a man who fails to build any quantity beside the frame of his skeleton. A build more befitting to a swimmer beside someone who works out at the gym constantly, with ribs that show if he ever lacked a shirt. For the line of duty he chose, muscle still riddles around his toned body. He can be a little self-conscious about his inability to gain weight, as he loses the weight he gains an entire year. The similarity between his age and body become apparently true, especially shown in his face. It's nicely symmetrical, a mouth that leaps for the kill, crooking lowly as if it was like a snake. Probably not suiting his belying shady look. All from the hint of darkness that lingers from his hat, making his animistic yellow eyes only look more brilliant. Another feature is the lean grimace his mouth incarnates, slithering into a snake-like appearance. When choosing to keep his head bowed, this is all some can make out at times.
A single scar starts at his collar bone and goes to the near top of his shoulder, it now blends in with his skin, beside remaining vibrantly pink. He has always accepted it and used it as a reminder to his mistakes, and how he is still a pile of flesh. Where he once wore what he decided, recently being forced into new sportswear being the symbol of his group, a cloak now wrapping around the past clothes he wore. The dedicated training before joining of his previous self have carried over and rewarded Minoro with a physique to be proud of. In the past when he was with his village, after graduating everyone got their forehead protector, but when becoming a missing-nin he decided it was a useless sentimental object. Some could say he is a sentimental fool, having to replace the feeling with something similar; wearing a top hat to fill the void.
Long lime hair stretches down to Minoros' ears, pointed, bedraggled and unkempt. He won't keep it presentable anymore, naturally growing into it's on mess - nor having the energy to mettle with it every morning. Only time he would attempt to fix it up, is from the encouragement of another, or with the right amount of motivation. . With a bunch of effort he can tame this mess into something acceptable for a formal affair, but he rarely bothers and doesn't like it controlled. His eyes are not as they were in life however. Underneath the remains of his new self after joining are two lifeless, yellow orbs that have no pupils and no nerves as of lately, just two fleshy lumps. His skin is pale, but not unhealthily pale, just from the lack of sun his clothing causes. .
Personality Description:
He's a man that keeps his beliefs close to heart, such as duty to his faction and cheering up a girl when she's sad. This is the core of his being and he doesn't betray that, even after joining the Akatsuki despite his out looking appearance. Minoro is level headed and is easy going if you can catch him in his free time, despite the Akatsuki being a bunch of thugs, he has a strong desire to be useful to those around him. One could describe him as fealty loyal to whatever the cause he deems worthy of his misguided trust. Still even with that he would fight with complete trust in his teammates, even going to the lengths of staying in a battle that isn't going to be won or doesn't have the most fair number count. Basically, he goes into oblivion with a smile across his face.
Where most of the Akatsuki have lost the last shred of morals they had, he hasn't, justifying most of his actions by doing it open and being known for their crime. Underneath everything the villages are the true evil for hiding everything in the night, he has spared victims on whims at times. You see from beneath the hill and I see on the top, he's always been understanding to the emotions of his audience. He's understanding, to even his enemies, and more so being Akatsuki member. He does his job, and he understands it, but he also can put himself into the shoes of someone else. This only is true because Minoro has survived on his ability to observe what's going on around him and the subtle threats that make up his world. Driven in part by his paranoia after become a missing-nin and even before, he's learned how to watch what goes on around him, noting everything from the slightly drawn blade to the quickest exit. The Akatsuki keeps tabs on events around him to an almost obsessive degree, able to spot things that lie out of place after only a few viewings.
Terror is something Minoro has been all too familiar with, from the moment he gained consciousness he was afraid, scared by the anonymity that surrounded him and swallowing the uneasiness. Still his strong point lies in moving forward, still fearing in battle he might die, fears manipulation, fears pain and suffering, and fears fear itself. But there has not been a battle that he has ran from because of fear. His courage is his greatest strength or just being such a narcissistic guy he can't let the opinion of others drag him to the floor.
Likes:
Combat~
Sweets~
Nature~
Animals~
Dislikes:
Abandonment
Cruelty
Hypocrisy
Catch Phrases:
"As a devout feminist, I refuse to say you hit like a girl."
"I've given up on giving up. It's an affliction."
"Guess I'm what you call a necessary evil."
Nindo: The world is a rather awful place, best to meet it on its own terms.
Element Affinity: N/A
Sub Element Affinity: N/A
History:
Thunder and lighting ran amok in diffusion even for the heavens, it was clearly an odious dawn-to-dark day even for the gods. How oddly do us human's expect the more sophisticated path that everything horrible deed that arrives, in return should have a happy ending. Minoro was birthed in fall, with his twin brother; whom didn't have the grace of making it out alive. It was difficult for everyone attending, but basically, set in front was the decision to choose the right or left. She was forced into a C-section and had to decide what child to save and ended up being Minoro. The overall procedure was a bloody mess, herself nearly dying if it wasn't for the properties from the medical ninja around her. In the end as fate predicted, Minoro was chosen to survive for whatever reason. Minoro's upbringing was pleasant beyond the average, his mother worked as a merchant. She had her own shop, but would still walk around the village to tell the villagers of her items. This gave Minoro the time to speak with every local villager and be involved with his mother. When he was born his father was out on a mission and that was tedious pattern that had shown throughout his entire life. Not that his mother minded, it still forced her into keeping a eye on him.
She can't say she didn't enjoy the quietness when Minoro entered the academy. It was around this time he had a serious conversation with his father about becoming a fine shinobi, serving and serving the village as he should. If he could pass everything that was ahead of him, his father promised a forbidden secret about the family. After excelling at his work and graduating in the top five of his class, everything on the board was ready, he now dreamed of passing the chunin exams that now lied ahead. Most importantly one obstacle was complete, his father also saying he would have to pass the chunin exams to be told about this unknown secret.
It was a struggle in the first attempt, but the next year him and his group passed the entire course. They didn't pass the chunin exams with ease either, it was the utmost difficult, even giving them more pride when they passed. Still Minoro mind pondered on what his dad meant, and he learned, like his father said. Something far more rotten than the fire jutsu he knew of, instead the controlling of lava, and he didn't know if he had possessed the gene for it. A long day of thought on how could test himself came to mind - to activate the hidden technique, but it was hopeless, as the years passed it seemed he didn't have the ability at all. Even from the help of his father, it seemed like a distant, dead star. Today the air was stiff and restless, pressing down in his gut to give the signal something was bound to happen which only motivated him to train in the outskirts.
Something unexpected had shown, it was someone. All aside, he would of understood the rage, hurt, pain, from his soon to be learned brother. Minoro was the life he should of had or least similar. His brother didn't see the same path and was blinded by his own emotions and challenged him. Which was the death of him, with his brother declared dead from before he was born and never said any other way. This looked like a murderer. He was also sore at lying, choosing to run around only making him look more suspected. Andd was now considered in a league of his own and after killing his brother, activated his hidden ability too kill him - who ended up surviving from a nurse in the back who didn't give up on him.
It was like a constant hike he thought was going to be fun and reach some kind of top, but instead he was simply a missing-nin. A constant rolling a boulder up a hill, only for it to roll back down. Where ever he went it wasn't for long, either he found no purpose, or was chased out by being classified as murderer. One day, he found himself laying low in the swamp that was by Land of Fire, a big forest channeling with little rivers that ran through.
All he could feel was the flies that settled onto the top of his skin, or hovered in the air above him, it was difficult to train his new found ability with all the annoyance. It was the only way he found himself getting his father and mother off his mind - dad being the one who wanted him to this Lava Release. He didn't have the most single care in the world for Anbu members, he was in the Land of Fire, but who would search for someone here?
They knew of his location by hearing a village speak of him wandering in a certain direction, also knowing of his location from his few loud bangs here and there from his training. Three kunai came flying in his direction, seeing them all at the last second and simply moving his body to the side. Each one flying past his head, of course he didn't want to harm them. All he could do was run, eventually finding the space to summon a dragon created from KGG and make his way out.
Was he going to die like this, he thought. They wouldn't stop, like were literal hell dogs that searched and searched until they would see his body dead. All he could do was make money from crime now, and it seemed he killed the right people, catching the attention from the Akatsuki. He wouldn't of ever of joined, though he wanted to live, and they wouldn't ever stop searching for him; plus they were his new found way to become powerful.
RP Sample:
A drift of wind teeted - everything from temperature of the air and area around was wintry even know it wasn't exactly winter time. The breeze caused his robe to reel beneath him, the wind raged at this height. Minoro felt the ring of frost flush against his crimson cheeks. It was a slight aching pain, but it didn't matter. This was the sight to die for, the sight he almost died for. Konohagakure was his home once and he wanted it back truly, but that wasn't an option anymore. The city was undeniably prospecting in beauty compared to the rest, even with his bias opinion, it simply looked alive. A town where the dead didn't have to wander to make the populace alive, everyone looked nearly happy.
They had the gift to listen to each others dreams, wishes, hopes, and even love stories. Or going out for ale, or something so minor, as a hot spring bath. This was taken away from him, instead he was left with the only voice that the wind and leaves created - how the soil cringed beneath his feet or how the crisped up leaves rang out their own melody. This was all he had and he now regretted it, still he didn't take his rage out on the village. It was his home once, wanting to protect still sat buried inside.
Even know he lowered himself to the Akatsuki level, he didn't retain any virtue they did, he still decided to keep his morals even if it would be the death of him. But he was also a criminal, and if ordered, he would do whatever for his friends; now they were his friends. Each member only had each other, beside if they someone got someone else to accept them. But who would do that, no one with any logical mind.
The only he could do was let the sigh run out of his voice and watch the air from his breath shoot out in front of him, his feet shifted in the mud and turned to walk back home - where he belonged now.
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