The man with no Name
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''The Seed is Strong''
Name: Rhandol Heartseed
Nickname: N/A
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Clan: N/A
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His eyes, brown as copper with a pitch darkness in the middle. His neck long hair, auburn with streaks of light. His averagely built, and stands a bit taller than the average joe. He carries a scar across his right left eyebrow, from an incident leading back in his childhood. Casually he wears but thin woolen clothes, of white and gray, and a strawhat on-top. He often have a straw dangling from the one of his lips, if so. However, when battlefit, or in the sitautions of such, he wears Soot grey, plated armour. Coloured as deep as the ocean, a fured blue cape held together around his neck, by a medallion. A pouch strap runs from one shoulder down to his side, leading to the black pouch he carries supplies within. On his back, two scabbards with a sword in each, one slightly longer than the other. One could be recognized as a broadsword, and the other a bastard sword. (For more precise info, look on pic above.)
Personality:
Rhandol tends to be very carefree, when the situation allows it. He hates tension, and often tries to break the ice with a joke. The tendency have however proven to be futile most of the time, though that I have never held him back. He carries no will to kill, but have often felt himself forced to do so, as retalation have proven itself a norm in the today's society. Since childhood he have pratised the art of war, and have taught himself under the tutelage of Heartseed Grandol, to keep his calm in even the most heated situations. Hes fond of mead, and various varations of meat, and enjoys a good potatoe. He haven't had a liking to the Shinobis culture, and therefore always have a stack of supplies of his own when out traveling. Rhandol likes to ponder and wonder, and which quite often have left him sleepless and loosing arguements, in the moment, as he always overthink things when not necesarily needed. This however have never kept him hindered in battle. Rhandol's persona may exact as well be the opposite of his father, Grandols, as he despised his very being, and tried to find a different way of living. He however did not take any of his lessons for granted, after all, hes the one who have shaped him to the one he is, this very day.
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Village Info
Village of Birth: Unknown village, northern parts
Village of Alliance: N/A
Rank//Chakra Info
Ninja Rank:
Jounin
Specialty:
N/A
Elements:
Fire, Earth, Water and Lightning - A-rank
Your ninjutsu:
Ninjutsu - A-rank
Genjutsu - A-rank
Taijutsu - Mastered
Background Info
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Born within the village of Ironsted, a small village in a country far far in the northern realm of the world. Snow was a constant thing, and rarely was the naked ground revealed beneath the dunes of snow. However, within Ironsted, Rhandol Heartseed originated. His childhood, living by his father side, doing his duty as the son of a lord. Yes, a lord. Rhandol was indeed a highborn, and son of Grandol Heartseed - Also known as Ironfist, however that was but a mere nickname the commoners had come up with.
Born of high status, lowered-positioned people always spoke to Rhandol with a proper tune and a proper etiquette. It made him sceptical, and kept him that way for many years, he had never a real friend in his childhood. He did however have his sparring partner which was the one he trusted the most. Yes, Gwol, he was quite the partner to have.
While under the tutelage of his father, he despised him, he didn't like what he saw and how treated the commoners. Despite how many times he had told him it was the right thing, he believed in other ways. These were not right. Though, afraid of defying his father, he kept his mouth shut and endured.
When Rhandol came of age, and entered manhood he had learned his way around in combat with a sword in hand. He had as well already been bothrothed to a young lady, of the neighbouring village. However, this was when he decided to act against his father's will, and his family name. ''The Seed is Strong.'' he had always been told. Perhaps his father had mistaken their words - Perhaps he saw Rhandol as a rotten one, after what he was about to do. It did not matter.
The moon was at his fullest, and Rhandol made his escape in the snowing night, and was never to be seen in Ironsted again.
''The Seed is Strong.'' He told himself every dusk, before settling for the night, ''The seed is strong..'' He muttered and endured. Rhandol ventures the world still, with a lust for wandering in his heart.
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