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“That is why the spirits have chosen me to usher in a new era of balance. They have granted me a power that will make equality a reality.”
Basic Information
Name: Amon
Nickname: The Equalist
Gender: Male
Age: Approximately 30
Clan: Uchiha Yakuza
Looks:
Constantly behind a mask with a curious design, Amon’s appearance is a mystery, and is unknown even by his closest associates. Amon’s mask sports a curious design of white, red, and a greenish color. Red lines run down, framing around the mask’s opening and indents for Amon’s nose, mouth, and eyes, on the inner part of those lines the mask is white, while on the outer parts a greenish color.
While Amon’s mask is his most notable feature, Amon’s other apparel consists of a robe that goes down over his shins, placed over light armor, with a pair of knee-high boots.
Personality:
Amon is a calm and collected person most of the time, but has many ideals that he is extremely passionate about. Unlike most Yakuza members, there has only been one point in his life in which he was known to slaughter shinobi, and ultimately there was a reason behind that. Each action that Amon takes has a reason behind it, and even in battle he moves with extreme tactical deliberation. Some say that Amon’s hatred for shinobi has driven him to near insanity. What they call insanity, however, he calls enlightenment.
Village Info.
Village of Birth: Konohagakure
Village of Alliance: N/A
Rank//Chakra Info.
Ninja Rank: Sage (by post)
Specialty:
Kenjutsu/Weaponry: From a young age, Amon became proficient in kenjutsu, and after training with Sokka and then Mifune, he is now a master of the art of the sword. Most often he uses Meteora, his master’s old sword, in battle but has also been known to use dao blades, spears, daggers, and tomahawks. With his ability in weaponry and familiarity with the various samurai techniques, Amon is more than capable of standing on equal and often greater footing with a shinobi despite his inability to use actual jutsu.
Taijutsu: In addition to mastering kenjutsu, it was also essentially mandatory for Amon to master taijutsu in order to make himself an all-around deadly force in close-combat. Amon is extremely light on his feet and as a result of his time with the Uchiha clan his speed exceeds the average shinobi or samurais.
Intelligence: Amon is a tactical genius, and is capable of formulating a plan in battle within a matter of seconds. Amon makes no movements without a reason, and always thinks through his every attack, though his experience in battle allows him to act on impulse with the same results quite often. Aside from simply being a tactical genius, Amon is an intelligent person in the areas of speech and manipulation. He is capable of manipulating others to his way of thinking through his masterful way with words.
Elements: N/A
Your ninjutsu:
Samurai (Training In Progress)
(Iaidō) - Art of Quick Draw and re-sheathing the sword
Rank: A
Type: Offensive, Defensive
Range: Short
Chakra cost: 30
Damage points: 60
Description: Iaidō is a form of kenjutsu where the user quick draws the blade extremely fast to strike, then re-sheathing it. This method prevents enemies from using hand seals, thus preventing them from using Ninjutsu making it highly effective against enemy ninja. General Mifune of the Land of Iron is a master of this style, making him highly effective against even ninja of caliber of Sasuke Uchiha and Hanzō the Salamander. (The speed of the technique is equivilant to that of the rank of the user)
Note: Can only be used by Samurai biographies
(Samurai Guntou no Jutsu) Samurai Sabre Technique
Rank: A
Type: Offensive
Range: Short - Long
Chakra cost: 30
Damage points: 60
Description: This technique is unique to samurai, which employs the concept of chakra flow techniques similar to the flying sparrow and Kusanagi: Chidori katana. Through the use of chakra flow the user channels their chakra through their swords his extends the reach and the cutting ability of the blade, and also allows the user to fire crescents of chakra whenever the blade is swung. This released chakra is capable of great destruction as shown from how it destroyed a stone pillar. The samurai have also shown the ability to use shape transformation, as they can form their chakra blades into giant buzz saws, broad swords, spiked shafts, and axes. This ability allows them to rely on smaller swords while retaining greater reach, damage, and surprise attacks as needed.(The technique is capable of countering Ninjutsu of A rank and below due to the chakra charge technique).
Note: Can only be taught and used by a Samurai Bio
Rank: A
Type: Offensive, Defensive
Range: Short
Chakra cost: 30
Damage points: 60
Description: Iaidō is a form of kenjutsu where the user quick draws the blade extremely fast to strike, then re-sheathing it. This method prevents enemies from using hand seals, thus preventing them from using Ninjutsu making it highly effective against enemy ninja. General Mifune of the Land of Iron is a master of this style, making him highly effective against even ninja of caliber of Sasuke Uchiha and Hanzō the Salamander. (The speed of the technique is equivilant to that of the rank of the user)
Note: Can only be used by Samurai biographies
(Samurai Guntou no Jutsu) Samurai Sabre Technique
Rank: A
Type: Offensive
Range: Short - Long
Chakra cost: 30
Damage points: 60
Description: This technique is unique to samurai, which employs the concept of chakra flow techniques similar to the flying sparrow and Kusanagi: Chidori katana. Through the use of chakra flow the user channels their chakra through their swords his extends the reach and the cutting ability of the blade, and also allows the user to fire crescents of chakra whenever the blade is swung. This released chakra is capable of great destruction as shown from how it destroyed a stone pillar. The samurai have also shown the ability to use shape transformation, as they can form their chakra blades into giant buzz saws, broad swords, spiked shafts, and axes. This ability allows them to rely on smaller swords while retaining greater reach, damage, and surprise attacks as needed.(The technique is capable of countering Ninjutsu of A rank and below due to the chakra charge technique).
Note: Can only be taught and used by a Samurai Bio
Background Info.
History:
Shinobi… they are vile, dishonorable excuses for human beings. Each with their own superiority complex, each one claiming power through cheap techniques. Manipulating those around them. Bending the world to their will without a single thought of the effects of their actions. Even the most virtuous among them would be considered, in my book, an ignorant, oblivious child at best; unaware of the problems that have been caused by those like them throughout history.
Their fall begins with my rise.
Born by Accident
My birth was, as many members of my family described it, a mistake. I was not meant to be born amongst the group of geniuses that surrounded, not meant to be born in a time when my former village could use the strength of as many powerful young shinobi as they could to fight against Iwagakure, not meant to
I was not meant to be an Uchiha.
Surprising? Yes, by all rights, I am a member of the Uchiha clan. But just as much as I despise their existence, they despised mine. You see, each member of the Uchiha clan is meant to be a genius, especially the males. I, however, was unable to perform ninjutsu. I could control my chakra but found difficulty molding it on even the most basic levels. Simply put, I was not one of these geniuses. Or, at least, I was a completely different kind of genius. The kind that was disregarded by shinobi.
My birthname was… well… that’s unimportant. At this point in my life I am known as Amon. As with most Uchiha children, I was forced to begin learning ninjutsu years before I would be enrolled into the academy, and my father, a member of Konoha’s Police Force, began to train me when I was five. I quickly became frustrated with my lack of skill in ninjutsu. The only aspect of my skills that had shown any improvement was my speed; you tend to get a bit faster while growing up among Uchihas. As I continued to try and fail to become a shinobi worthy of the Uchiha name, both of my parents as well as my clan slowly thought of me as little more than a disgrace.
One night, when I was eight years old and still barely stronger than I had been at five, my father woke me in the middle of the night, demanding that I train with him. He took me out to one of Konoha’s many training fields, and as I began to practice my ninjutsu, he suddenly began to attack me from behind. I had sparred with my father many times before, but never was he so relentless, so ruthless…
So… intent on killing.
While just barely fending off his attacks, I suddenly realized what he was attempting to do as I looked into his bright red, three tomoed eyes. It was a final, ditch attempt to bring out the “Uchiha within me” as he would call it. He was attempting to awaken my Sharingan. The battle raged, and as it went on I found myself with more cuts and slashes and before long I collapsed, unable to stand the pain any longer, my senses going numb.
And my father stared at me in disgust.
On that day I was disowned, no longer an Uchiha, no longer my parents son. My father told me that if I was worth anything then I would survive, and that the next time he saw me, he would kill me. With that, he left as I fell unconscious.
Aspirations
When I came to, I found myself laying in what seemed to be a small farmhouse. Aside from me, the only other person there was a middle-aged man, sitting down and sipping tea. Too weak to even attempt to fight even if I had to, I began inquiring as to who he was and where I was. Little did I know that this man would
His name was Sokka, a master of the way of the sword as he called it. After I shared my story with him, he offered to take me in. At eight years old, with nowhere else to go and my own father out to kill me, I can’t say that I had much of a choice. As a result, I stayed with Sokka and his wife Suki, perhaps the closest thing that I would ever have to true parents.
Sokka was a master of kenjutsu, and like me, never found himself adept at using ninjutsu or genjutsu. Thus, having knowledge of my plight, he began to train me in the way of the sword. Under his masterful tutelage, I became a deadly force in close-combat within only two years. Meanwhile, Suki—a natural acrobat and taijutsu specialist—oversaw my taijutsu training. Upon becoming ten-years old, Sokka, confident that I was already capable of handling plenty of shinobi of higher rank than myself, allowed me to make frequent visits to the nearby Konohagakure.
It was not long before I realized how much of a mistake that freedom was.
I began to get noticed. I never went into town for more than a few hours, and rarely spoke to anyone that I did not have to, but nevertheless, I was recognized by some of the people within the village, and that would prove to be my undoing.
My years with Sokka were filled with swordsmanship and philosophy. He taught me that the two, in the end, were ultimately two concepts that went hand in hand. To master kenjutsu was to understand the essence of life, death, and everything in between. He did not simply teach me how to use a sword, but when to use it.
And I assure you, my blades would find their use.
On my sixteenth birthday, my life would take yet another drastic turn.
As I said, people began to take note of me, and the Uchiha clan. On my birthday, a troupe of Uchiha clansmen arrived at Sokka’s farm, all of them planning to destroy the farm and kill the two of us. Sokka must have known that they were coming before they did, because only a few days before, as an early present he said, he gave me his most favored blade. It was a straight-edged blade—a jian as he called it—that he crafted when he was young under the tutelage of his own master, a blade that he liked to call Meteora. I accepted the blade with the utmost gratitude, but did not understand why he decided to give it to me.
The day that they arrived, Sokka went out to face them head on, instructing me to stay inside until he told me otherwise. A battle ensued outside, and try as I might to back-up my new father, Suki constantly stopped me, assuring me that Sokka could handle them alone.
But he couldn’t. He could handle any one of them alone, but there were dozens, and he was but one swordsman.
Soon, they overtook me, and Suki left to help him, but not before telling me to leave. She told me to flee away, as far as I could possibly get and go to wherever I could be safe; anywhere but the Fire Country where they would surely find me.
I was afraid. I was confused. I was young. And so I am ashamed to say that I did as she told and ran.
First I moved within the forests in the Fire Country, hoping to lose them by weaving through the trees, but one of them caught up with me. It was my father.
It was odd. This had been the exact same place that he nearly killed me at all those years ago. Now, however, I was stronger. I could fight on equal footing with him. We battled, and my training with Sokka allowed me to not only equal, but outmatch his skills in close combat. Suddenly, however, just as I let the final thrust go through, he made a last ditch effort to kill me by using a small fire-style technique at point-blank range.
My face was completely mutilated by the technique, and I just managed to douse the flames off of my face in a nearby river. My face disfigured, I stood over my father’s dead body, and then began to limp back to Sokka’s farm.
A Samurai’s Beliefs
When I got there, I found only one thing. The farm was burned down; no dead bodies could be found but there were splashes of blood everywhere. The only thing that I found amidst all of the rubble and wreckage was a curious looking mask along with a set of armor to match it. Sokka had told me about it before, he said that he took it from the most powerful swordsman that he ever defeated in single-combat. He said no more than that, never giving a name or face to this swordsman. He said only that there was something both special and dangerous about that mask. I picked it up and gazed at it curiously for a moment.
I donned the mask. My old life behind me, I was now known only as Amon.
The next thing was to consider where to go next, but the answer was fairly obvious. Sokka spoke of a place where he briefly trained in his early years as an adult where he furthered his kenjutsu skills greatly. The Land of Iron. That was my destination.
My journey began that day when I set off with but a mask, armor, the dual dao blades that I had crafted with Sokka’s help, and Sokka’s old jian. In order to survive the way there I took to scavenging materials off of dead shinobi both to continue treating the wounds on my face and to find . They were scum anyway; I understood that with certainty now. They took everything from me not once, but twice simply because of my birthright. As I went through the various shinobi countries before the Land of Iron I witnessed the corruption of the shinobi. How they would trample over villagers simply because they could. But it was not my place to step in, not now.
Within a year, when I was only a month into being seventeen years of age, I arrived in the Land of Iron. It was a place of the finest swordsmen. A gathering of all others who had been shunned by or who had disowned themselves from the shinobi community. Lead by the great samurai Mifune, this place was where I grew ten times stronger than before and not only honed my skill but my mind as well.
Having already had considerable experience with the blade by now, I quickly rose through the ranks among the samurai as Mifune personally trained me. He knew of Sokka and his master well and even said that they were very close friends at one point. He spoke highly of Sokka and told me that I was following close in his footsteps.
When I reached my late twenties, now taking residence nearby the Samurai headquarters, another man arrived at the Land of Iron, and he, just like my new master, went by the name of
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. Out of the few friendships that I built to last while at the Land of Iron, my friendship with Mifune was one of the strongest. He arrived in the Land of Iron as an already experienced swordsman, even having learned and given his own touch to a unique style known as the Infinite One-Swords Style. He stated that he learned this from a kenjutsu master known as Musashibo, a man who, to this day, I anticipate meeting.My friendship with Mifune led to many… interesting conversations. Unlike the samurai that I had met thus far, aside from Sokka, Mifune was worldly; he had been travelling already for years before living among the other Samurai, and furthermore stated that his stay with us would end soon. He would often tell me of the events of the world, and through him, I learned what the shinobi had done. I learned that my clan had been wiped out. I learned that the Kyuubi had been released and then sealed into an innocent infant. I learned of an organization that had been around for years but was beginning to show itself as they took the world by storm. I learned that while I honed my skills, the shinobi still torn this world asunder.
The Land of Iron, as good as its people had been to me, suddenly did not seem like the place for me.
And then I heard something interesting while having a conversation with Mifune, my friend, and Mifune, my master. The conversation, as many of them did between the three of us, turned into more of a debate on ideals than anything; my master believed that conflict was necessary at times, but hardly a way to solve all problems, my friend Mifune had similar ideals, but having spent a good part of his life being hunted by a clan who he refused to speak of around me leaned further towards conflict when it was toward the cause of protecting the feeble of strength, while I would often voice the opinion that the only way to survive in a world where shinobi would stop at nothing to gain power was to fight or die.
The other two once noted that I was dangerously similar to the members of a clan known as the Yakuza, a name that I had never heard before. My sensei explained that they were a group of samurai who defected from the Land of Iron due to their extreme methods. They were known to do whatever it took to gain the power to destroy any shinobi who stood in their path. They believed in honor in battle, and favored death over defeat. Silently, as the conversation moved away, I stored the information in the back of my mind.
Broken
The news that Mifune regularly brought back to me as he travelled in and out of the Land of Iron for the next couple of years slowly inspired me. I highly doubt that Mifune meant to be the inspiration for my plan, nor did he even know that he was, but the news that he brought me re-sparked the hatred for shinobi that had dwindled over the years. Through him I learned that the Land of Iron kept me secluded and ignorant; unable to see what was happening beyond these snow-covered grounds.
The day after our conversation, it was clear what my next move would be.
To begin, I had to draw attention to myself for them to come. Those who knew of who I was trying to find refused to give me the slightest hint as to where to find them, so I would have to force them to find me. With my training for the most part complete over these many years, I had enough trust from the other samurai to regularly leave the Land of Iron and visit shinobi areas.
Within the Land of Iron I was a samurai, but out of their grounds, I was a masked slayer.
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The shinobi got what was coming to them; each night I went out to kill more and more, testing my strength each day against more powerful shinobi and taking their heads as trophies. Never did I attack villagers or children, though. They were, after all, who I was doing this for. Some in the Land of Iron heard of my actions and branded me as a madman. They could say what they wished.
And then one day, he finally came.
At my small cabin in the Land of Iron, a man arrived claiming that he heard of my… exploits. The man was outfitted in armor and had several swords both on his back and his waist. He spoke little of himself, only saying that he was here as
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. He stated only that I should seek them out in a grand castle in the Koga Region. And with that, he left.The Yakuza Clan had recruited me.
I believed that I owed it to two people to tell of my departure before leaving. My sensei and my dearest friend—Mifune and Mifune. My sensei was silent as I told the two, and said only that each swordsman must choose his own path. My friend remained much the same, but I could see slight pangs of anger flashing over him, and he refused to say a word to me after I explained my actions. Before either of them could act on any foolish impulses, I left.
That night, I gathered any belongings that I may need—weapons and armor mainly—and set out for the Koga Region. Just before I entered that area of the Land of Iron, though, I discovered that a member of the Land of Iron’s military left in order to find me. When I saw who it was, though, I quickly found that this was no military mission, but rather a more personal one.
In between me and the Koga Region stood Mifune, my greatest friend.
We stared at each other for a long while before I inquired as to what he planned to do. Silently, he took out the scabbard that allowed him to perform his Infinite One-Sword Style, and within moments I found myself surrounded by hundreds of blades on the battlefield. As he did this, I withdrew Meteora equally as quietly. Finally, Mifune began to speak, and his words stung more than his sudden actions. He said only that I now walked the Path of a Demon, and that what I had done over the past month was a reflection of everything that Mifune fought against. He fought to protect the weak and claimed that I was the one that they needed protection from. All this time, I thought that Mifune understood my plight, my beliefs. But just like all the others, he was ignorant.
We began fighting, and as we did I could feel the bonds of our friendship breaking slowly but surely. With each strike of the blade, a bond was severed, with each thrust of the foot, a memory was kicked aside, with each second that the battle went on, a day of the time that we once spent together was forgotten. With this fight, I lost my friend.
Eventually, I found that I was still inferior to this dedicated swordsman as I lay at Mifune’s feet, refusing to beg for mercy but silently hoping that he would give it. Perhaps he still saw his friend within me somewhere or perhaps felt that he somehow played a part in the ideals that he condemned. Whatever the reason, he spared my life, though he too was just barely able to stand on his feet after our fierce bout. He said only that from here, it was up to me what I did, but the next time that we met, unless I had atoned for my sins, whichever one of us was the weaker would die. He said that he would not search for me, but if the next time he met me I walked the Path of a Demon, then he would end my road himself.
Dragon Rising
Barely able to walk, I managed to get to the Koga Region before collapsing completely, and it was there that I became a member of the Yakuza clan as they nursed me back to health.
I suppose that we have reached the present with this. When I arrived, I learned the identity of the representative who had extended the Yakuza clan’s hand to me—a man known as Genji Ryu, one of the clan’s two leaders. The other was a woman known as Izanami Kaito, though I have yet to meet with her face to face. Genji now oversees my training as a member of the clan.
Whilst in this clan, I met a man known as
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, a young samurai with whom I gained quite the friendship with. It was here that I noticed one of many oddities. Gintoki, after some time of being friends, extended to me an invitation to an idea, rather than an actual clan, known as Nos Venerabilem. The idea was along the lines of each swordsman holding to his own personal code of honor, something that I very much supported and was glad to take part in. The odd thing that I noticed first was that one of its members was none other than Mifune, the man who just renounced me as a Demon who he would battle to the death with upon our next meeting. Of course, Gintoki did not know of my relationship with Mifune, but it was odd nonetheless. As of yet, I am unable to see how Gintoki, a fellow member of the Yakuza clan, has such mutual respect with someone such as Mifune. But even more puzzling was the fact that another follower of the idea was
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—a shinobi through and through. The entire concept was puzzling to me, all of these people, from all of these walks of life under one banner. When I voiced these thoughts to Gintoki, he merely smiled and told me that if I failed to understand how this all works out, then I did not yet understand Nos Venerabilem. Gintoki may have been younger than me, but he held an uncanny wisdom that I did not yet understand.Acting on impulse, I left to Iwagakure undercover, putting my training on hold, to meet with Jinbei. My time in Iwagakure ended up being much longer than expected as Jinbei and I actually became good friends. He was truly the first shinobi that I had ever met who I could consider to have a shred of honor, an ounce of decency. I never revealed my true identity to him; saying no more than simply that I preferred the use of kenjutsu and taijutsu over ninjutsu, and thus I never learned how to use the latter. Perhaps it was the youth of the world, a new generation that would bring about a change in the shinobi.
Or perhaps not.
For I found out not too long after that there were still foolish wars happening, still countless slaughters, all trying to be hidden by putting emphasis on the few good deeds brought about by the shinobi. No, perhaps Jinbei was one exception out of millions, but he was not enough to deter my plans.
I went back to the Koga Region after a year of travelling to resume my training, as well as recruit followers for my plan.
This is the beginning of the Equalist movement.
Did I ever find out if I was truly an Uchiha capable of unlocking the Sharingan? Did I ever discover what power may lay behind my mask and armor? What is the Equalist movement?
Another story for another time my friend.
Other
Meteora: This blade was crafted by Sokka when he was mastering kenjutsu under the tutelage of Piandao. Before his disappearance, he passed this sword down to Amon, who now uses it regularly in battle, always having it in a scabbard on the left side of his waist. The name is derived from Sokka telling Amon that this blade was made using rock from a meteorite.
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Dual Dao Blades In one sheathe on his back, Amon carries two thin dao blades that can be used in conjunction with one another for devastating effects. He crafted these swords himself as a young man when he trained under Sokka.
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Pearl: A dagger that Amon won during his time in the Land of Iron after having and winning a battle with a powerful Iwagakure shinobi. The shinobi gave him this pearl-handled dagger, hence the name, contained in a black sheathe as a token of surrender. The inscription on the blade of the dagger reads “never give up without a fight.” Something that Amon always found rather ironic considering that he obtained it by virtue of another man's plea for mercy. Amon carries this on the side of his right thigh.
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Other: Being proficient with most weapons, Amon often comes into battle with other weapons besides the above mentioned, though these must be identified prior to the start of battle.
Theme Song and Background Music:
Battles
Won: Plenty
Lost:Plenty
Dropping:
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~Approved~
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