Basic Information
Name: Sytren Caliga
Nickname: Sye
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Clan: N/A
Looks: Sytren's hair is a long and hangs down to his chin. It seems to be grey colored at first glance but with a closer one it's more of a silver look. His eyes are a deep green color that seem to lack emotion. His skin is a soft pale complextion.
His torso is rather athletic giving way to very toned muscles that lead people to believe that he seems to workout alot. His arms give about a 32in reach and are well toned not overly muscular.
His legs seem to have been built for running and jumping at fast speeds given their toned look. His long legs added to his torso brings his height to about 6 feet tall.
Sytren is always wearing a black cloak with a grey interior wrapped around thick black leather chest piece. He has thick leather pauldrons that match the design and color of his chest piece. He also wears comfortable black leather gloves that seem to be for protecting his hands with the use of his swords.
His leggings are a matching set to his chest piec and lead down to his boots that seem to have bits of metal on the outside for further protection but underneath that is more black leather.
Personality: Sytren is very hard to get a read on due to nearly always remaining quiet. He does seem to be protective to those that help or depend on him. He has a bad habit of staring at people with an emotionless expression. If a person were to see him smile that it would be a rare sight indeed.
Village Info
Village of Birth:Born in the Land of Whirlpools, Village unknown
Village of Allaince: Land of Iron
Rank/Chakra Info
Ninja Rank: Chunin/samurai
Specialty: Kenjutsu (Needs Training)
Elements: /
Ninjutsu None as being a Samurai can't use hand seals for Ninjutsu.
Background Info:
Sytren was born in the Land of Whirlpools around other ninja. Though just a child when the destruction came to the island. He was only three years old when he washed ashore of the Land of Fire. Once found he was sent to an orphanage. He never spoke about what he saw or said much at all. Only one thing was ever said by him and that was nis name Sytren. He was picked on by the other kids in the orphanage calling him stupid and slow due to him just being quiet. Once he was seven he ran away from the orphanage and eventually found himself in Konoha.
He thought long and hard about joining the village and becoming a ninja. He even practiced with the ninja tools and became very good though he favored the sword. But when it came to ninjutsu he couldn't seem to grasp it. He understood the mechanics but for some reason he could never perform the hand seals for the jutsu's to work. Even when kids younger than him were doing it with ease. Being ashamed and not wanting to be made fun of he once again ran away. He traveled from town to town using the stealthy tricks he learned to steal food. He even met a fellow homeless kid that helped him steal food. His name was Ryoma.
Several years passed by and with the little bit of training Sytren had he was a much better thief and fighter than Ryoma, but Ryoma was like a brother to him. The first person that didn't make fun of him or call him names. He protected Ryoma and followed his plans to the letter. When he was fourteen Ryoma and him traveled to the land of Iron. They thought it'd be easy with Sytren's ninja like stealth skills to steal from there...but they were sorely mistaken.
One day Ryoma was stealing something while Sytren was acting as distraction. Ryoma didn't get far until he was caught by a group of swordsman. They didn't hesitate to hold the boy down and cut his hands off at the wrist. Sytren fell into a deep rage and taking all the anger he had accumulated through his life he attacked the men. He using his hand made shurikens to kill the first and then picked up the man's sword. The other men were angry that this kid had killed one of their friends and now dared to hold a sword at them. As they advanced on him Ryoma tried to stop them and protect Sytren...only to be killed by one of the men.
Sytren watched in horror as his only friend died in front of him trying to protect him. He charged forward attacking the second swordsman leaving the one who kill Ryoma last. After getting hurt and deeply cut himself he finally killed the man. He was in no condition to fight any longer but he willed himself to keep moving. Just then one of the Samurai stepped in and protected Sytren killing the last swordsman. He looked down at Sytren who only cried at Ryoma's body.
The samurai took Sytren into his home and while he wondered about the young boy's past he never asked. Weeks Sytren cried until he finally stopped and he seemed to not care about anything after that. The Samurai eventually started to teach Sytren how to use a sword effectively and even made him his first katana and taught him the process to make his own.
Sytren stayed with the Samurai speaking only when needed to but never showing anger or pain nor did he show happiness or joy. Several more years passed by and Sytren finally told the samurai that he needed to leave. He thanked him for taking care of him and teaching him the way of the sword. For the firs time in six years the samurai saw the boy now a man smile.
Sytren left the Land of Iron but not before crafting himself his black leather armor that he always wore. Afterwards he bought himself a black hooded cloak to go over the armor. Using the skills the Samurai taught him he fashioned himself his own set of kunai, shurikens, and wind mill shurikens. Using the skills that he learned in Konoha he made his exploding kunai's as well. He had places and pouches for them hidden under his cloak. But the one thing he did not hide was the katana his master had given him. He wore it proudly sheathed on his hip. He also made his own katana and sheath that he carried with him instead of attaching to his body. The katana was nothing special but the sheath was made of steel nearly as strong as the sword it kept. Lastly he tooke one of the mask that the helmets that he crafted into a smaller version for a simple mask to help with poisons.
Sytren, with his tools and weapons in hand, ventured out into the world he didn't know where he was going but everywhere he went in kept one thing in mind. He wouldn't allow someone that was defenseless like this friend Ryoma to die in front of him again.
He thought long and hard about joining the village and becoming a ninja. He even practiced with the ninja tools and became very good though he favored the sword. But when it came to ninjutsu he couldn't seem to grasp it. He understood the mechanics but for some reason he could never perform the hand seals for the jutsu's to work. Even when kids younger than him were doing it with ease. Being ashamed and not wanting to be made fun of he once again ran away. He traveled from town to town using the stealthy tricks he learned to steal food. He even met a fellow homeless kid that helped him steal food. His name was Ryoma.
Several years passed by and with the little bit of training Sytren had he was a much better thief and fighter than Ryoma, but Ryoma was like a brother to him. The first person that didn't make fun of him or call him names. He protected Ryoma and followed his plans to the letter. When he was fourteen Ryoma and him traveled to the land of Iron. They thought it'd be easy with Sytren's ninja like stealth skills to steal from there...but they were sorely mistaken.
One day Ryoma was stealing something while Sytren was acting as distraction. Ryoma didn't get far until he was caught by a group of swordsman. They didn't hesitate to hold the boy down and cut his hands off at the wrist. Sytren fell into a deep rage and taking all the anger he had accumulated through his life he attacked the men. He using his hand made shurikens to kill the first and then picked up the man's sword. The other men were angry that this kid had killed one of their friends and now dared to hold a sword at them. As they advanced on him Ryoma tried to stop them and protect Sytren...only to be killed by one of the men.
Sytren watched in horror as his only friend died in front of him trying to protect him. He charged forward attacking the second swordsman leaving the one who kill Ryoma last. After getting hurt and deeply cut himself he finally killed the man. He was in no condition to fight any longer but he willed himself to keep moving. Just then one of the Samurai stepped in and protected Sytren killing the last swordsman. He looked down at Sytren who only cried at Ryoma's body.
The samurai took Sytren into his home and while he wondered about the young boy's past he never asked. Weeks Sytren cried until he finally stopped and he seemed to not care about anything after that. The Samurai eventually started to teach Sytren how to use a sword effectively and even made him his first katana and taught him the process to make his own.
Sytren stayed with the Samurai speaking only when needed to but never showing anger or pain nor did he show happiness or joy. Several more years passed by and Sytren finally told the samurai that he needed to leave. He thanked him for taking care of him and teaching him the way of the sword. For the firs time in six years the samurai saw the boy now a man smile.
Sytren left the Land of Iron but not before crafting himself his black leather armor that he always wore. Afterwards he bought himself a black hooded cloak to go over the armor. Using the skills the Samurai taught him he fashioned himself his own set of kunai, shurikens, and wind mill shurikens. Using the skills that he learned in Konoha he made his exploding kunai's as well. He had places and pouches for them hidden under his cloak. But the one thing he did not hide was the katana his master had given him. He wore it proudly sheathed on his hip. He also made his own katana and sheath that he carried with him instead of attaching to his body. The katana was nothing special but the sheath was made of steel nearly as strong as the sword it kept. Lastly he tooke one of the mask that the helmets that he crafted into a smaller version for a simple mask to help with poisons.
Sytren, with his tools and weapons in hand, ventured out into the world he didn't know where he was going but everywhere he went in kept one thing in mind. He wouldn't allow someone that was defenseless like this friend Ryoma to die in front of him again.
Other
Weapons
Shurikens
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Kunai
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Katana's
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Battles
Won: A couple
Lost: A few
Lost: A few
~Approved~ removed element, this is a samurai bio, they can't use elements
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