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| Name: Unknown Nickname: Starkiller | Gender: Male Age: 20 | Land: Lightning Clan: Kumogakure |
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| Apperance: A fair skinned man of athletic built & hair styled down to a buzz cut. His attire comprises of a simple yet versatile gear which comes in the shape of a ninja style garb with long flowing centerpiece. Fastened to his waist are interlocking leather belt straps & around the arms and feet exist gauze wraps. Due to his sharp features he has a stern facial expression. |
| Personality: Raised to subservience in a tumultuous environment his mind was drilled with anger & contempt; traits which he often displays in small nuances of his mannerism. The immersion into such a chasm was one designed to sculpture his impressionable mind into a loyal ruthless killer. However, the discord in emotional need and ambition between him and that of his surroundings not only drowned his social skills but exchanged his innocence for rage. Thus, the seedling matured into an apathetic and emotionally volatile being. A recluse. |
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| Village Information Birth: Amegakure Alliance: Kumogakure Ninja Information Ninja Rank: Genin | Chakra Information Speciality: Elements: Lightning Your Ninjitsu: N/A |
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| History: PHOENIX
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The monochromatic desolation of a dampened climate loitered with brilliant flashes of lightning and the mighty rumblings of thunder are the earliest recollections of the young man's memory. For it was within these anarchic conditions that hatching of this tale's protagonist was engineered. Housed in the ghastly confines of a fortified structure his metamorphosis from a fledgling into a seasoned creature slowly transpired over the course of two eventful decades. Excluding the staleness of air and the dim lit corridors in which he spent a great deal running about, the young man is conflicted on the specifics of his youth. Such was not out of want or consequence of amnesia. Rather, he feels it, not by virtue of experience but as a proxy viewing an avatar through the lens of another. It is as such that he vividly discerns his immersion into a chasm, one which designed to develop a perfect being, a replacement of some genius thought deceased. During this formative years those who took upon the nature of well being showered him with teachings of martial combat. What sticks most is both the brutality at which they were administered & the consequences attached to each session. In those days he was addressed as 1138 & shared living space with men who bore striking resemblance to his own. Despite this, a sense of brotherhood or camaraderie never materialized. He was unsure of how to approach much less interact with another and the idea of friendship was a foreign concept. All that mattered was duty, loyalty and honor to V. Thus, begun a lifetime of silence and isolation which seeped deep enough to influence the man's self confidence. However, one particular incident proved to be the catalyst of his awakening. Starkiller or rather 1138 had always displayed enhanced aptitude to those who shared a fate with him. Physically he was no different as were his abilities. Instead he was blessed with a fortitudinous mentality that allowed him to maintain disposition and sanity in the asylum that was mind. Over the years, he had slowly been afflicted with visions in which he would experience foreign events as actual incidents. These delusions grew stronger and gained a vividness that allowed them to evoke powerful emotions & bring about physical and mental exhaustion. It was upon one of his master's occasional visits, that the severity of his misery took full blow. His sensei had wished to assign him a mission at the conclusion of his training, to travel elsewhere and conduct an execution. Alarmed at the conflict he sensed from his pupil, the fearsome man inquired about 1138 visions, to which he elaborated, curious about their meaning. V explained that they were nothing more than the memories of a dead man, a temporary side effect of some advanced genetic process. With that, V initiated a training session, providing Starkiller a signature pair of weapon fashioned solely for their kind. Engaging a number of training wood clones the skilled 1138 cut them down with brutal efficiency, falling into a trance-like state. However, as he turned on the last faux-clone, he realized that it was an imitation of her. An enigmatic figure that plagued his dreams and enticed his conflicted spirit with her gentleness, the warmth in a punishing blizzard. Despite his master's orders, he couldn't & wouldn't strike her down. Disappointed at the pupils ineptitude, V dismembered the clone himself, much to the dismay of 1138 prompting him to ran to the cut-up & examine it. Short tempered and empathetic as the blackness of his robes, his sensei declared that 1138 would suffer the same fate as the 'others'. Now aware that he was going to be discarded, the student lost any shred of respect to the man he once considered a mentor. Emotions were running rampant and with it came a sudden memory flash. This time he saw the one who preceded him & whose memory overlapped with his own. In this vision he oversaw his betrayal to which he then decided to escape this outcome, and therefore turned on his master on the last moment. Brandishing his blade and ready to execute his student, V was caught off-guard by a sudden barrage of lightning from an enraged 1138, dropping to one knee as his nervous system numbed. Starkiller used the chance to blast a hole in the wall of the reinforced training room, leaping out of the tower into the Amegakure's rainstorms. Drawing his two blades, he cut a bloody swath of destruction along the rain-slicked platforms clawing down wave of enemy until he plummeted onto the exterior ramparts of the facilities. The young acolyte paused for a second to catch a final glimpse of the premise before quickly vanishing into the adjacent forests. Although he knew better than to believe he was free, 1138 further gave in to his imprinted feelings by dedicating himself to finding the woman & rediscovering more about his own identity. To mark his emergence as an independent ninja, he assumed the moniker of the man responsible for his current standing: Starkiller. |
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