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Vroqrak · Feb 23, 2012

Mangetsu Hozuki

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[BORDER="Basic Information"][INDENT][COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Name: [/COLOR][COLOR="DimGray"]Mangetsu Hōzuki[/COLOR]

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Nickname[/COLOR]: [COLOR="DimGray"]Kijin no Saira[/COLOR]

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Gender[/COLOR]: [COLOR="DimGray"]Male[/COLOR]

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Age[/COLOR]: [COLOR="DimGray"]23

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Clan[/COLOR]: [COLOR="DimGray"]Hōzuki[/COLOR][/COLOR]


[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Looks | Personality: [/COLOR][COLOR="DimGray"]Mangetsu has relatively long white hair and pointed, shark-like teeth — the latter trait which all known members of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist possess. He wears an outfit very similar to his brother's, which consists of a dark, sleeveless shirt, light-coloured pants and striped leg-warmers typical of his village. Like his brother, he carries a water bottle attached to a belt around his waist and wears bandages around his neck — another trait shared by the seven swordsmen, and a standard Kirigakure forehead protector. Overall, Mangetsu and Suigetsu bear great resemblance to one another both in appearance and personality.[/COLOR]
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[INDENT][COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Village Of Birth: [COLOR="DimGray"][IMG]http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090830222757/naruto/images/thumb/e/e5/Kirigakure_Symbol.svg/18px-Kirigakure_Symbol.svg.png[/IMG] Kirigakure[/COLOR]

Village Of Alliance: [COLOR="DimGray"][IMG]http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090830222757/naruto/images/thumb/e/e5/Kirigakure_Symbol.svg/18px-Kirigakure_Symbol.svg.png[/IMG] Kirigakure[/COLOR][/COLOR][/INDENT][/BORDER]

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[INDENT][COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Ninja-Rank: [COLOR="DimGray"]S-Class[/COLOR]

Elements: 

[COLOR="DimGray"]Katon | A-Rank 
Fuuton | D-Rank 
Raiton | D-Rank
Suiton | A-Rank 
Doton | C-Rank 

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Ninjutsu[/COLOR]: D-Rank | [COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Genjutsu[/COLOR]: None | [COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Taijutsu[/COLOR]: None[/COLOR]

Speciality: [COLOR="DimGray"]Water Release | Hozuki Clan Techniques | Hiramakrei[/COLOR]

Abilities: [COLOR="DimGray"]As one of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, Mangetsu was one of the most powerful shinobi produced within Kirigakure. Mangetsu's generation of swordsmen was even noted to be the strongest in the village's history. Mangetsu was also capable of using Silent Killing, as seen when fighting the Third Division of the Allied Shinobi Forces while under the effect of Zabuza Momochi's Hiding in Mist Technique.[/COLOR]

Hozuki Clan Techniques: [COLOR="DimGray"]Little else is known about his techniques, but he seems to be a Water Release user like his brother. As a member of the Hōzuki clan it is assumed that he is well versed in his clan's secret techniques. He was shown using what appeared to be the Hydrification Technique, which allows the user to turn his body into water, against an Allied Shinobi Forces ninja.[/COLOR]

[CENTER][U](Suiton: Gōsuiwan no Jutsu) - Water Release: Great Water Arm Technique[/U]
[COLOR="DimGray"][SPOILER]Rank: B
Type: Supplementary
Range: Short
Chakra cost: 20
Damage points: N/A (+10 to physical attacks)
Description: By putting the Hydration Technique into practical use, the muscles in the user's arm are temporarily enlarged and strengthened. Moisture is gathered from the whole body and compressed into the his arm. However, because it is essential to properly control the moisture balance inside the body, this technique's degree of difficulty is very high. This jutsu gives the user superhuman strength, capable of cutting through both rock walls and steel doors.
Note: Must use Hydration Technique before hand and be a member of the Hozuki Clan.[/SPOILER][/COLOR]


[U](Suiton: Kyūryū: Suika no Jutsu) - Torrent: Water Transformation Technique[/U]
[COLOR="DimGray"][SPOILER]Rank: B
Type: Attack
Range: Mid
Chakra cost: 20
Damage points: 40
Description: After performing the snake hand seal suigetsu transforms into a wave of water by his unique ability to turn his body into this very element. Then he manipulates the water wave to crash into his opponent, immediately following it up by rushing behind him only to finish with a powerful slash while he’s offguard. This is all done by reforming the top half of his body back into a solid form. Whilst doing this technique, the user is subsequently weakened against lightning based techniques.
Note: Can only be used by members of the Hozuki Clan.[/SPOILER][/COLOR]

[U](Suiton: Suika no Jutsu) – Water Release: Hydrification Technique[/U]
[SPOILER][COLOR="DimGray"]Rank: A
Type: Supplementary
Range: Short
Chakra cost: 20
Damage points: N/A
Description: This technique allows the user to liquefy the whole body at will, this technique makes it impossible to receive damage from physical attacks. From a single hair to the skin and muscles, everything can be liquefied and solidified at will. Be it to evade an enemy's attack during a short range battle, to infiltrate a structure, or to launch a surprise attack in a liquefied state, this technique boasts a high strategic value. Using this, the user can also re-shape their body parts for suitable situations. The only way to contain a user of this technique is to lock them up in an airtight container so they cannot move about. When the user passes out, they turn into a jelly-like state. As this technique turns the body into water, the user is vulnerable to lightning techniques. The Second Mizukage when using this technique has a more oily state allowing it to into Gaara's sand element and nullify the techniques. (this oily ability can only be used by the Second Mizukage).
Note: Can only be used by members of the Hozuki Clan.[/COLOR][/SPOILER]

[U](Suiton: Mizudeppō no Jutsu) - Water Release: Water Gun Technique[/U]
[COLOR="DimGray"][SPOILER]Rank: A
Type: Offensive
Range: Short
Chakra cost: 30
Damage points: 60
Description: Using the Hydrification Technique, the user fires a single droplet of water at the intended enemy with a tremendous amount of force, from the finger-tip of one of their index fingers, after firstly shaping the respective hand in such a manner that it resembles a gun.
Note: can only be used by members of the Hozuki Clan.[/SPOILER][/COLOR][/CENTER]

Hiramekarei: [COLOR="DimGray"]Hiramekarei (ヒラメカレイ) is a double-handled sword of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, wielded by Choujuro. This is the only sword still in Kirigakure's possession out of the original seven blades by the time of the Fourth Shinobi World War. The weapon itself features an enormous wide and flat blade with two indentations near its base, creating a sort of guard, and two handles connected to each other by a short length of cord, earning it the title of "twinsword" (双刀, soutou). Overall the sword looks like a flatfish, hence its name.The blade, and especially the two holes at the tip of the blade, are capable of emitting chakra on command, which can then be formed into various weapons, including a hammer or a longer sword. The size of the resulting weapon appears to depend upon the amount of chakra stored up beforehand, meaning a larger quantity will be met with a similar increase in the weapon's ultimate size. However, regardless of the weapon's dimensions, the emission and subsequent formation of the chakra always occurs with astounding speed. Choujuro was able to create an extremely wide sword, which was even long enough to cut Zetsu instantly in half who was standing around 8 meters away from him. The chakra emitted from the two holes work like booster jets increasing the speed and destructive force of the sword.[/COLOR]

[CENTER][U](Hiramekarei Jishin) – Hiramekarei Quake[/U]
[SPOILER][COLOR="DimGray"]Rank: A
Type: Offensive
Range: Short/medium
Chakra cost: 30
Damage points: 60
Description: After releasing chakra from Hiramekarei, Choujuro will shape the chakra around the sword into a large hammer which he then slams onto the target. The strength of the smash is strong enough to even blast an incomplete Sussanoo backwards. By releasing chakra from the holes at the top of the sword, the speed and strength of hammer is increased.
Note: Can only be used by Choujuro and Mangetsu[/COLOR][/SPOILER]

[U](Hiramekarei Kai) – Hiramekarei Slash[/U]
[COLOR="DimGray"][SPOILER]Rank: S
Type: Offensive
Range: Short/medium
Chakra cost: 40
Damage points: 80
Description: After storing a large amount of chakra into Hiramekarei, Choujuro will release it all in an instant, creating an extremely long and wide sword which he then uses for a powerful slash. The slash is strong enough to cut opponents and jutsu's completely in half even while they're over 8 meters away.
Note: Can only be used by Choujuro and Mangetsu.
Note: Can only be used three times per battle[/SPOILER][/COLOR][/CENTER][/COLOR][/INDENT][/BORDER]
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[U]History[/U]
Both Mangetsu and Suigetsu trained with the intention of becoming members of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist together. This dream acted as their motivation for them both to complete cruel missions day by day. Mangetsu was the first to become a member of the Seven Swordsmen, mastering all seven of the swords before his death. His premature death seemingly demotivated Suigetsu.
[U]Shinobi World War Arc[/U]
Amidst the battle with the Third Division, the resurrected previous generation of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist are summoned by Pakura and Gari, under Kabuto Yakushi's instruction, with the intention of overwhelming the opposition. Amongst their number is Mangetsu, who after being futilely bombarded by various techniques, retrieves four of the swordsmen's blades from within a scroll in his possession. Entering the fray whilst concealed by a thick mist, Mangetsu begins a silent massacre without a weapon, using just his Hydrification Technique to kill his adversaries. With Zabuza Momochi's defeat, the mist clears, exposing Mangetsu to the enemy. By the time Kakashi Hatake and Might Guy departed for Naruto Uzumaki's location the following day, Mangetsu had been sealed by the Third Division.[/COLOR][/INDENT][/BORDER]

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Lost: [COLOR="DimGray"]Countless U_U[/COLOR][/COLOR][/INDENT][/BORDER]

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Omnom · Feb 24, 2012

Username: Omnom
Biography Character: Harishima Senju (1st Hokage)
Font: Same as my Kimimaro please
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Personal Wishes: You made Kimimaro epic as hell, just do your stuff!
Your Training: Wind, Lightning, Water, Fire : Mastered, Earth: B-rank, Ninjutsu: B-rank, Genjutsu: C-rank, Wood: Need Training, Summoning:

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Vroqrak · Feb 24, 2012

Omnom said:
Username: Omnom
Biography Character: Harishima Senju (1st Hokage)
Font: Same as my Kimimaro please
Image Links:
Personal Wishes: You made Kimimaro epic as hell, just do your stuff!
Your Training: Wind, Lightning, Water, Fire : Mastered, Earth: B-rank, Ninjutsu: B-rank, Genjutsu: C-rank, Wood: Need Training, Summoning:
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~Accepted~.. and I made your Omnom bio O_O

Vroqrak · Feb 24, 2012

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[INDENT][COLOR="DarkSlateGray"]Name: [COLOR="DimGray"]Hashirama Senju[/COLOR]

Nickname: [COLOR="DimGray"]Shodai[/COLOR]

Gender: [COLOR="DimGray"]Male[/COLOR]

Age: [COLOR="DimGray"]30+[/COLOR]

Clan: [COLOR="DimGray"]Senju[/COLOR]

Appearance: 

[COLOR="DimGray"]Hashirama was a tall man with tanned skin, brown eyes and long black hair typically styled in a centre-parted fringe that framed his face, although sometimes he wore it combed-back with two single locks framing his face instead. In most cases, his attire took the form of the standard shinobi dress of his era, consisting of dark red traditional armour — similar to that of samurai — worn over a simple black suit. This armour was constructed from numerous metal plates, formed into multiple protective guards along his body, in particular: chest, shoulders, thighs and forearms. Each collar of his shoulder guards bore the Senju symbol emblazoned on them. This clothing was accompanied by sandals and his village's forehead protector, after its formation. During battle, he also often carried a number of large scrolls.While in the village, Hashirama tended to wear the traditional Kage attire consisting of the customary hat and cloak over a full-length gown, along with a simple red headband. Otherwise, he wore a light-brown, short-sleeved, kimono shirt with mesh armour underneath, held closed by a red sash, and navy blue pants.[/COLOR]

Personality: 

[COLOR="DimGray"]Hashirama was shown to be a very calm and collected person, as well as kind and caring, with a deep sense of loyalty, great charisma and negotiation skill. He saw the people of Konoha as a part of his own family, and his legacy took a firm root in the village. He was also shown to be a very wise and insightful man, as he passed on great teachings to Hiruzen. It was he who first believed that all Konoha shinobi should show true loyalty to each other, and that a Kage must be willing to put his life on the line for his village to set an example for all others. This belief of his is known as the "Will of Fire". Hashirama also seemed to have a sense of honour regarding his opponents and, despite their rivalry, possessed great respect for Madara Uchiha.[/COLOR][/COLOR][/INDENT][/border]

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[COLOR="DarkSlateGray"]Village of Birth:[/COLOR]  [IMG]http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090830222823/naruto/images/thumb/d/de/Konohagakure_Symbol.svg/18px-Konohagakure_Symbol.svg.png[/IMG] [COLOR="DimGray"] Konohagure[/COLOR]
[COLOR="DarkSlateGray"]Village of Alliance:[/COLOR][COLOR="DimGray"] [IMG]http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090830222757/naruto/images/thumb/e/e5/Kirigakure_Symbol.svg/18px-Kirigakure_Symbol.svg.png[/IMG] Kirigakure[/COLOR][/INDENT][/border]

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[COLOR="DarkSlateGray"]Ninja Rank:[/COLOR] [COLOR="DimGray"]S-Class[/COLOR]
[COLOR="DarkSlateGray"]Specialty:[/COLOR][COLOR="DimGray"] Earth | Lightning[/COLOR]
[COLOR="DarkSlateGray"]Elements:[/COLOR]
[COLOR="DarkSlateGray"][IMG]http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20091012165923/naruto/images/thumb/a/ab/Nature_Icon_Water.svg/18px-Nature_Icon_Water.svg.png[/IMG] Mastered 
[IMG]http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20091012163149/naruto/images/thumb/7/7a/Nature_Icon_Wind.svg/18px-Nature_Icon_Wind.svg.png[/IMG] Mastered 
[IMG]http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20091021173339/naruto/images/thumb/a/a3/Nature_Icon_Lightning.svg/18px-Nature_Icon_Lightning.svg.png[/IMG] Mastered
[IMG]http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20091012120333/naruto/images/thumb/b/bf/Nature_Icon_Fire.svg/18px-Nature_Icon_Fire.svg.png[/IMG] Mastered
[IMG]http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20091012162502/naruto/images/thumb/5/52/Nature_Icon_Earth.svg/18px-Nature_Icon_Earth.svg.png[/IMG] B-rank

Ninjutsu: B-rank | Genjutsu: C-rank | Summoning: [/COLOR][URL="http://www.narutobase.net/forums/showthread.php?t=29563&highlight=Hazure"]Cats[/URL][/INDENT][/border]

[border="Background Information"][INDENT][COLOR="DarkSlateGray"]History:

[COLOR="DimGray"]Hashirama was originally the leader of the Senju clan. Under his leadership the Senju clan came to be regarded as one of the two most powerful clans in the world, rivalling the renowned battle-oriented Uchiha clan. Because of this, when someone hired the Senju clan, the opposing side would hire the Uchiha clan and vice-versa, causing frequent [img2=left]http://media.animevice.com/uploads/1/18983/419926-hashi_super.png[/img2]battles between the two. Eventually growing tired of the constant fighting, Hashirama and his clan approached the Uchiha and offered a truce with them. Allied with Madara and his clan, the two groups founded Konohagakure.

When deciding who should become the leader of Konoha, the villagers selected Hashirama over Madara for the title of First Hokage. Fearing that Hashirama would oppress the Uchiha, Madara left the village, and challenged Hashirama's rule. After an intense battle that included the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox, Kurama, Hashirama defeated Madara; and Hashirama's wife Mito became Kurama's first jinchūriki by sealing it within herself. In the aftermath of their battle, Madara was believed to have been killed, and the Valley of the End was created. To commemorate the battle, two statues, of Madara and Hashirama, were carved into the borders of the valley.

During his time as Hokage, Hashirama came into possession of a scroll filled with, among other skills, various kinjutsu, which he sealed away in order to keep the techniques within it a secret. He also defeated Kakuzu, who had been sent to assassinate him by Takigakure. At some point, Hashirama gained control of several tailed beasts. He spread these beasts to other, newly-formed villages in an attempt to maintain peace and equalise the powers between the nations, but it did not stop the outbreak of the First Shinobi World War. Thinking about the future of Konoha, he and his younger brother, Tobirama Senju, trained the young Hiruzen Sarutobi. Hashirama died shortly after the founding of Konoha in one of the many wars that were raging during this revolutionary era, but not before passing on the title of Hokage to Tobirama.

Both he and Tobirama were revived from the dead by Orochimaru using the Impure World Resurrection technique to fight Hiruzen during the invasion. While fully aware of what was going on, and saddened that he would have to fight his former student, Hashirama and his brother were robbed of their free will as a result of a seal employed by Orochimaru into the back of their heads. Hiruzen quickly resolved to kill his masters and used a very powerful fire technique that was easily countered by one of Tobirama's walls of water that was then turned into an attack that was stopped by Hiruzen's own earth wall.

During the battle, he demonstrated great teamwork and combination attacks with his brother. He also demonstrated his great Wood Release abilities, forcing Hiruzen to summon Enma for assistance, and at the same time showed great taijutsu skills. His soul, along with his brother's, was eventually sealed by Hiruzen when he combined the Dead Demon Consuming Seal and the Shadow Clone Technique to strike both of them at the same time. Before his soul was completely removed, he and his brother apologised to their former student for the trouble they had caused.[/COLOR][/COLOR][/INDENT][/border]

[border="Others"][INDENT][COLOR="DarkSlateGray"]Abilities and Nature Transformation:

[COLOR="DimGray"]Hashirama Senju is considered by many as the most powerful shinobi of his time. He was greatly respected by most shinobi during his lifetime, such that Tobi claimed Hashirama was the one person whom he respected the most as well as detested. Kabuto noted that Hashirama was stronger than Madara Uchiha and that his might was so vast, that there weren't any shinobi in the current era that could match his level of power. He also stated that many considered his prowess to be a mere fairy tale much like the existence of the Sage of the Six Paths. His prowess and abilities were so great that he was able to not only fight on equal footing with Madara Uchiha despite his power of Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan and having the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox at his side, but even gained victory in the end and survived the battle.

He knew how to perform a great number of techniques and was otherwise knowledgeable of those he could not. During his battle against his former student Hiruzen, he showed considerable taijutsu skill, able pressure the Third Hokage with it. In the manga, he also showed great genjutsu prowess, using the Bringer-of-Darkness Technique that covered the area in darkness which even Hiruzen couldn't dispel.

He was most famous for his unique Wood Release techniques, a kekkei genkai that is a mixture of earth and water-natured chakra that creates this new element. By converting chakra into the source of life, he was able to create trees, causing them to grow to great sizes and manipulate them to diverse shapes and battle uses at will. It was said that this ability was used to create the very landscape and foundation that Konoha is built upon. This ability appeared to be exclusively his, as no other known member of his clan has ever displayed its use. Even those who obtained this power through unorthodox means, such as Yamato, stated that his use of Wood Release was much weaker in terms of raw power. He could create massive forests, or create gigantic flowers which were able to put targets to sleep. In an instant, he could shape the entire battlefield for his own uses.
Along with his kekkei genkai, Orochimaru also coveted Hashirama's unique ability to control tailed beasts. Of all his considerable talents, it was this ability in particular that made Hashirama unparalleled in the shinobi world, so much so that he is regarded as one of the few people capable of completely controlling a tailed beast. At one time, he had many of the beasts in his possession. This ability was greatly amplified by his crystal necklace, which Yamato suggested that he required to control even Naruto's partial lapses into tailed forms.[/COLOR][/COLOR][/INDENT][/border]

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Uchiha Daisuke · Feb 24, 2012

Username: Uchiha Daisuke
Biography Character: Daisuke
Font: Comic Sans
Image Links: Images of Sasuke Uchiha in Shippuden
Personal Wishes: Do your magic

Your Training:N/A

Vroqrak · Feb 25, 2012

Uchiha Daisuke said:
Username: Uchiha Daisuke
Biography Character: Daisuke
Font: Comic Sans
Image Links: Images of Sasuke Uchiha in Shippuden
Personal Wishes: Do your magic
Your Training:N/A

~Accepted~

Renji sennin · Feb 25, 2012

how much for a gara bio

Vroqrak · Feb 25, 2012

Daisuke..

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[border="Basic Information"][INDENT][COLOR="DarkSlateGray"]Name: [COLOR="DarkRed"]Daisuke[/COLOR]
Nickname: [COLOR="DarkRed"]Dai[/COLOR]
Gender:[IMG]http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100316202219/naruto/images/thumb/8/83/Gender_Male.svg/18px-Gender_Male.svg.png[/IMG][COLOR="DarkRed"]Male[/COLOR]
Age: [COLOR="DarkRed"]14[/COLOR]
Clan: [COLOR="DarkRed"]None[/COLOR]

Looks/Personality: 

[COLOR="DarkRed"]Wears a scarf,Wavy hair,Black boots (ankle length),T-shirts,shorts.A Quiet,protective,tall guy who's clumsiness gets him in unbearable trouble,[/COLOR][/COLOR][/INDENT][/border]

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[INDENT][COLOR="DarkSlateGray"]Village of Birth: [COLOR="DarkRed"]Konohagure[/COLOR]
Village Of Alliance: [COLOR="DarkRed"]None[/COLOR]

Ninja Rank: [COLOR="DarkRed"]Genin[/COLOR]
Elements: [COLOR="DarkRed"]Katon / Fire Release[/COLOR]
Specialty: [COLOR="DarkRed"]None[/COLOR]

Ninjutsu: [COLOR="DarkRed"]E-Rank[/COLOR][/COLOR][/INDENT][/border]

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[INDENT][COLOR="DarkRed"]Daisuke was abused as a child, and beaten nearly everyday. He eventually slaughtered his mother for striking him, and fled before his father could come home to kill him. His brothers dispersed across the world. (Most believe his brother fled to the hidden mist.) Daisuke’s legs grew tired after 8 days of running away, with minimal sleep, and he fell asleep in the pouring rain. A lone assassin found him, and felt pity for Daisuke. He took Daisuke in, and brought him to Konoha where the assassin claimed he had a job to fulfil. The assassin never returned.[/COLOR][/INDENT][/border]

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[COLOR="DarkSlateGray"]Replacing my old [COLOR="DarkRed"]Daisuke Bio[/COLOR][/COLOR][/INDENT][/border][/FONT]

Vroqrak · Feb 25, 2012

Renji sennin said:
how much for a gara bio

Follow the template :|

Vroqrak · Mar 9, 2012

TO YUKI CROSS... COPY+PAStE EvERythInG INSIDe AND thEN poSt TO THE NEW BIO thReAD ^^

Vroqrak · Mar 10, 2012

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"The gaze into the sun."

Basic Information

Name: Aizen Sosuke
Nickname: Herald Of Death | Smexy Know It All | Ass-Kicker
Gender: Male |

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Age: 19
Clan: Don't Have One

Looks:

In his beginning , Aizen is wore a typical village outfit over his Swords. Afterwards, Aizen wore full clothing similar in style to the Yakuza Clan. Prior to his departure from Kumogakure, he appeared as a mild-featured man with brown scholarly hair enhanced by square glasses. He wore a white robe with black pants and a semi-cut Kumogakure Headband.

However, during his travel around the villages, he removed his glasses and swept a hand through his hair, revealing menacing eyes and a very different hairstyle (swept back hair, with a strand hanging in his face). As he had previously revealed to Baldy, the Aizen they all knew never existed and this would seem to be a visual representation of that claim.

Personality:

Despite his current villainous status and former position of authority, Aizen is a surprisingly polite, soft-spoken intellectual, often addressing his subordinates by their given names. He rarely shows any sign of alarm or distress and often has entire situations planned out well in advance. Whenever confronted, Aizen is casual and uncaring, attempting to draw out a conversation and make small talk, which often infuriates the one he is talking to. Aizen initially appeared to be a very kind, well-respected team mate and was looked up to by many, especially his Sensei Nagato.. However, this was just a mask to disguise his manipulative and very dangerous nature. In truth, he cares very little for his underlings (both past and present), and is willing to use almost everyone around him as pawns in his twisted game of chess. In his own words, Aizen claims to be unaffected by any form of morals or ethics as he views them as mere restrictions on his potential. He is, therefore, willing to stop at nothing to further his selfish ambitions, including manipulating or killing anyone if he deems it to be necessary. He is fond of long, complicated, and somewhat convoluted plots, and frequently appears to toy with his underlings for amusement.

Unlike most of the other shinobi's who appear to have some kind of honor and kindness, including some Missing Nin's, Aizen lacks genuine compassion and honor.

During his time as a villager, he was known to like ramen, but he disliked boiled eggs or anything that is non-veg. In his free time, he often read and he also gave a special lecture of calligraphy at the Kumogakure Academy, given that he excelled in this branch of arts. This optional course was immensely popular among the students, and many of them felt great sorrow at Aizen's sudden departure.

As the member of the Missing Nin's, Aizen befriends the other ninja's either through acquired respect or fear. Erzo, one of his noticeably loyal subordinates, revealed in a conversation with Baldy that they are all here to further Aizen's ambitions. For more rowdy individuals like Death32, he keeps them in line through intimidation and mind games. The legendary fire master -Scaze- also claims that they help Aizen because he has no fear, something which beings born from fear and despair find inspiring. Other shinobi's occasionally follow Aizen for reasons unique to themselves, such as Andruil, who follows Aizen with the hopes that he will help achive peace.

To date, the equally manipulative Gin-san is the only person who seems to be able to see through Aizen's manipulation. Lucifer has also shown that he has some sense of Aizen's emotions and feelings, correctly identifying that Aizen was enjoying the invasion of 7 Deadly Sins and it's members and their successes. By contrast, Kryptic.. has shown no such understanding and has fallen victim to one of Aizen's more minor mind games when Aizen off-handedly manipulated him into punishing -Avenger- for him while Aizen himself kept up his appearance of benevolence.

Aizen's true objective is to overthrow the head of the 7 Deadly Sins. As he and his fellow friends were departing from Kumogakure, he told -Scaze- that "no one has stood on the top of the world", not even the gods, but he aspires to "stand in the heavens and end the unbearable vacancy on the world's throne". To do this, he needs to finish all those who stand in his path. According to Lucifer, since mastering the Katon, Aizen has become less cautious in battle; noting that before he subdued the weapon (Tsuki Manako) Aizen would not have allowed him to use.; Aizen admits that his new powers allow him to let his guard down. Also due to this newfound power, he has developed more of a seemingly arrogant and overconfident attitude, often not even thinking his attacks or defense through anymore like he used to, or even bothering to find out the effects of his opponents' and his own attacks.

After mastery of certain elements,in his newest 'form', he has also developed a severe superiority complex, believing he is now above both Kage's and The Akatsuki. Because of his superior attitude and high intelligence, Aizen is easily enraged when facing something or someone that he doesn't understand; for example, when witnessing Erzo in his "Final" showdown, Aizen becomes furious because he is unable to comprehend how a fellow shinobi has surpassed him.Also, because of this attitude, he get's in trouble very often.

Village Information

Village Of Birth: Kumogakure |

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Village Of Alliance: Kirigakure |

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Rank | Chakra Information

Ninja Rank: S-Class
Speciality: Fire | Boar Summons | Genjutsu

Elements:

Fire Release | Mastered
Earth Release | A-Rank
Lightning Release A-Rank
Water Release | A-Rank
Wind Release | B-Rank

Ninjutsu: Started | Taijutsu: Started | Genjutsu: Mastered| Kenjutsu : Started

Genjutsu | Reflexes:

Aizen was the master of the Art of genjutsu.With the special training with Raikage's younger brother B, he developed a strong use of Genjutsu and was a great user since it's mastery. Moreover, his dodging time and reflexes were accurate as that of a Taijutsu learner. Though not learnt in Taijutsu, he had good reflex speed and also could perform about 15 handseals in seconds. He got his name 'swifty' from that same feature.

Chakra control |Fire Mastery:

An elite learner in himself, Aizen was considered to be the master of the chakra control and jutsu performing. His chakra control was perfect and though he needed to perform handseals like others, his chakra control and manipulation made his attacks faster and better.Even his trainers called his chakra manipulation to be better than others by far. He learnt elemental jutsu's very quickly and adopted each technique at the best. As a fire user, he was one of the best and his fire techniques were Flawless, much thanks to Lucifer, he could perform a fire technique of any scale with a single hand seal and equally quick speed

(Tsuki Manako): Moon Eye
Type: Weapon
Rank: S
Range: Short-Long
Chakra Cost: 60
Damage: 80 (-10 to user)
Description: The Moon-Eye is a spiritual and a mythical sword lost in the History and very special due to its unique ability.It has a thin and sharp layer of fuuton chakra around it that has the ability to cut through solid metal and rocks.The sword shines bright on the moon light from which it got its name. The sword is also light and easy to handle
Note: ~Can only be summoned once~
~Does -10 to user once summoned~
~Can only be used by pradattauchiha~

Background Information

Birth Of An Angel :luv:

Lights was all over. The Kumogakure shinobi's were excited to see the new kid. "He will be just like his father!" someone said. The house was filled with visitors. The Raikage made his way through to congratulate the new couple as he saw all the young children. "Hello There" said Mugirawa pointing at the new born baby,"Now let's see, you wanted me to name him? well, it is your choice actually

, but let me see, what about Aizen? It sounds good? " There were cheers from all over. Unprepared shinobi, a carefree Raikage and all the fun was happening. The couple looked happy and smiling. It was fun, but looked like a planned beginning. Suddenly, a loud bang was heard from the Raikage office. "Intruders"!! shouted the Jounins. All the shinobi rushed outside to see the Kage building being burnt to ashes. The Kumogakure civilians could only get a glimpse of the furious Raikage as he already had activated his lightning mode and was speeding towards the think could, form where 5 figures could be clearly seen. Much to their surprise only 2 of them were left, as the other 3 disappeared within a moment. "Who is it? I dont care, I'll crush you!"screamed the Raikage. "Elbow" he shouted as he attacked the cloudy figure. "Susanoo" the deep voice was heard as a large warrior came out in sight. Raikage " I don't believe it...Konohagure's Old Hokage.. Ichigo" . The shadow was silent as the thunder of the battle was heard far and wide.The other figure came up and started attacking others with spores and plants. The villagers could see the effort of the Raikage as he battled the mangekyou sharingan. The Raikage almost collapsed as Kirabi came just in time with the other Shinobi force to save the day.

But Of course I donot remember this.I was told this several times being brought up in the village by my aunt, when I asked about my past. My best friend Erzo smiled and waved a friendly gesture at me as we played together. The aunt looked at Aizen and thought "11 years and he has grown so much. His parents were legendary but I cannot risk losing him." She closed her eyes and got lost in thoughts. The unsuspected Aizen and Erzo started making plans for the Chunin exams as they raced across the grounds.

The Chunin exams :overjoy:

Erzo and Aizen walked down the town as they discussed on the topic almost everyone else was discussing, the Chunin exams! Erzo : "Well, I heard you have an awesome 3 round matches on other villages but we only have to fight in a two round battle! I hope I can fight you!" Aizen juust smiled and continued down the alley as they heard a shout behind them. "WHAT THE HECK YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING LAZY ASSES? " a girl screamed. "Oh hello Toshiro": replied Erzo.. "The chunin exams has started dumb asses, let's go there now, you and Aizen has to face -The Exile- and Kato Rokeumon O_O. Aizen with his blank expression ran towards the stadium as Erzo followed them."They will be easy" said Erzo. "I hope so , Let's pawn them bro":Aizen replied. Much confident, both the guys went to the exam stadium to have it in filled with people.Just a moment later as the chunin examiner said to begin, No one were to be seen ._. "The fu...": Ezro could not complete his sentence as he noticed a change in the environment and Aizen looking ready to battle."Genjutsu, my dear" said Aizen. "Enough":Erzo proclaimed as he ran towards his foes releasing a wave of water at them.Aizen followed with a lightning strike only to find both the opponents flying in the air. Erzo being the wind master and Aizen being fire's they combine their techniques again to cause a huge blast of fire that covered the view of the opponents. "Hey arrogant bitches, what's up there?" said Kato who was on the right. Suddenly, Ezro and Kato had just beggining to notice Aizen being missing, Aizen had come behind Kato with his sword in his hand and pointed to neck. In a split second, Aizen knocked out the first opponent and then saw the other quite shocked."I ain't being fooled twice" Aizen concluded. Then, the both guy ran towards -The Exile- to exchange blows and attacks. On the high chair above, Mugi watched over Aizen and thought "He has grown so much, he is just like his dad". The battle went on as suddenly they spotted a kunai on the terrain while leaping towards each other. BOOM!!!!! The kunai 'exploded' as the opponents faced a sphere of chakra hitting them and blasting them backwards.. WHO WAS IT!?

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Ezio's Dagger is kept at his back all times, along with his 15 throwing knifes.

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Better · Mar 12, 2012

Username: Better
Biography Character: Kobe Uchiha Bryant
Font: anythin you like
Image Links: you say you know basketball so im going to let you pick
Personal Wishes: the top picture you choose if you can insert the sharigan lol
Your Training: Fire mastered Earth and Wind C rank lightning B rank suiton D rank

Work your magic, i'll write the history

Vroqrak · Mar 12, 2012

Better said:
Username: Better
Biography Character: Kobe Uchiha Bryant
Font: anythin you like
Image Links: you say you know basketball so im going to let you pick
Personal Wishes: the top picture you choose if you can insert the sharigan lol
Your Training: Fire mastered Earth and Wind C rank lightning B rank suiton D rank

Work your magic, i'll write the history

~Accepted ~ :zonder:

Vroqrak · Mar 12, 2012

Bryant, Just the layout is here, fill in info yourself U_U

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Bhil · Mar 12, 2012

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Basic Information
Name: Darius Cavellone Kaguya
Nickname: Alligator Tears
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Clan: Kaguya Clan

Looks:
He's a lean, mean arting machine. All extraneous truths aside, Darius is rather slim. Blessed with having washboard abdominal muscles and in fact, muscles everywhere, the blonde haired rabble-rouser has worked hard with what he was given; toning and shaping his body into a well oiled unit. How else could he deliver such efficient and unpredictable bouts of unnecessary evil to those around him? Accenting and decorating those muscles are the array of tribal tattoos the ne'er-do-well has. There are a fair few; multitudinous in both colour and number. From head to toe: two tattoos of tomoes on Darius's shoulders, ringed with triangles, the innermost inked in black, the outermost inked in blue and red; a tattoo of some sort of beast running from his back all the way up to his neck and coming around onto his chest -- the tail of the beast lines up perfectly with Darius's spine, and seems to be crowned with two billowing and gaunt wing bones; tattoos of swirls around his upper arms inked in black; two tattoos of flames decorating his wrists, in alternating colours of blue and red. The multiple tattoos are Darius's symbol of his rebellion; they go against the prim and proper look his parents have set up for the family name. Although it hurt to do his own tattoos and the tattoos he got others to do were equally, if not more painful, they are all surprisingly well inked.

Darius is fair skinned, although time in the sun has given him a very light tan.

Darius is a fairly handsome man, with certainly inoffensive features on his visage. His nose isn't prominent; his teeth are straight and white. One could say that he resembles his parents, in a way. But then one would end up dead. Darius detests this fact, and as such has gone out of his way to differentiate himself: his blonde hair grows to his shoulders and is untidy; his blue eyes are wild. Hanging from his ears are ring earrings, made from some expensive metal from some remote region.

In terms of clothing, Darius could be described as a minimalist: he wears but a red hoodie and black trousers. Often he leaves his hoodie open too, the zip dangling, his body bare. The hoodie has long sleeves, but often Darius is content to roll them up and display his flame tattoos. He wears black trousers with a tight fit, crowned with an inexpensive black belt which is adorned with holsters, making it some kind of utility belt. He doesn't actually use it for this unless it's opportune to do so; often there are just various dog tags hanging from it. According to Darius they're a metaphor or some other ambiguous crap. When the weather gets hiemal Darius zips up the jumper and puts his hood on for the majority of the time. He'll say something 'tough' about him not feeling the cold, but he's almost guaranteed to grumble when he has to stay outside for a long period of time. On his feet are black insulated combat boots, for all kinds of weather -- although when he purchased them he did not have this knowledge. Still, at least he's kind of protected.

Personality:
You'd perhaps expect a man whose parents are diligent ninjas to have been raised in such a fashion that their ideals are rigid and decorous. Perhaps you'd also expect said parents to be proud of their offspring; another ninja to the force -- one with much promise, no doubt, especially considering the lineage. Unfortunately, Darius did not live up to the hype. In fact, he outright hated the fuss everyone seemed to make about him: why was he so special? It was a question he often found himself asking while genin waited on him hand and foot, although not so often when they brought him toys and other such materialistic treats. On the contrary, Darius is a delinquent. Plain and simple; trouble is game, and he wishes it was his name. He loves to create chaos, if only for the attention it brings him -- for the wrong reasons. It would appear as though Darius is on a mission to make everyone around him rue the day they bought into the image of a family of ninjas, big-headed, big-paid and, in his opinion, big shitheads. In this way, he's quite the hypocrite, unashamedly so too; lavish things are only for those named Darius Cavellone, and everyone else must work for it: if he doesn't feel like you've experienced such travails then the blonde haired rabble rouser is quick to judge you as a baby born with the silver spoon in its mouth.

Impulsive, tactless and single-minded, Darius can be likened to a freight train when he gets it in his head that something is wrong and he has to do something about it; nothing, absolutely nothing, and nobody, can stop him pursuing his belief right 'til the very end. He'll become selfish -- more selfish than he already is, at any rate -- sadistic, cold and calculating just to see the goal to the finish line. With a puerile charm he can flick on and off like a light switch, Darius is surprisingly adept at being manipulative. Or rather, it seems like Darius is surprisingly adept at being manipulative. He'll appear try his damned hardest to keep everyone around him -- baring those he keeps close to his heart -- second guessing at what he'll do next: pull out a knife? Or run away behind a corner and pretend they're playing hide and seek? With Darius, it's safe to say that no one is safe. Spontaneity is second nature to him, whether or not it's in speech, where he'll run out of relevant things to say and then start offending people, or in action, where he'll simply switch off and walk away from an acquaintance like they were just another face in the street. It's the reason he is sometimes referred to as 'Alligator Tears' -- the expression is deliberately malformed; Darius likens himself to an alligator waiting in a lagoon, waiting for just the right second, the right-sized window of opportunity through which to burst into action.

However, despite his spontaneous and impulsive nature, Darius has a deep sense of loyalty to those who've earned his respect -- those people are few and far between, and stored in a corner of his brain labeled 'don't kill; need around'. Despite how he may appear to be, Darius is not a particularly decent human being. His impulsiveness perhaps allows him to not really understand the gravity of his actions, but really his parents are making excuses for him. He's a rotten child, with black hate-filled marrow in his bones. It's far too easy for him to run away from the fact that he's killed before -- that's why he embraces it. The hard way is so much more entertaining to Darius; moreover it causes more problems for the people around him, and isn't that the most delightful spectacle? To the inked in troublemaker it certainly is.

Darius has killed before. He will kill again. Cavellone has a perturbing volition to spill the blood of all he engages in combat with; through a twisted form of association Darius has come to realize that the more blood he spills, the more likely it is that people will discredit his parents for the lousy job of raising a child they did and maybe even defame his family name. Maybe he's insane -- hell, he probably is insane. But Darius has a real hankering for seeing his parents -- or even anyone around him -- crawl tooth and nail back up the social ladder, or at the very least struggle to stay in the comfortable state they've no doubt created for themselves. And to Darius, blood is equal to triumph. It reflects in the sadistic way he utilizes his Kekkai Genkai: the more of the target's insides that end up outside, the greater the sanguine success. Maybe it's a metaphor; maybe Darius sees the blood he spills on being on the hands of the marines and everyone who bought into the lie of a 'chosen one'.

As a self-proclaimed 'artist', as evidenced by the multitude of tattoos upon his person -- which were either self-inked or done in a parlour to his own specific design -- Darius is quite partial to living off the clothes on his back and subsisting on little more than scraps. Of course, this doesn't mean he won't complain famously about such hard times -- often he puts irking other people before his own well being. Perhaps he is determined, perhaps he is crazy: all that can be said is that Darius is a unique person in his own right, and that knowledge is his little piece of freedom from the world of prestige he's being dragged into. And maybe that's his sole redeeming quality, if there is to be light in this dark abyss he calls a heart. He knows what he wants -- freedom, pure and unadulterated, and it exhilarates him; a feeling that the world is your time bomb and it's all up to you when it'll explode... And it's that feeling he lives for. It's that feeling that drives him, that feeling that he'll do anything to attain again; it's like a drug, and if that's the case then Darius doesn't ever want to get off. Boundless hedonism; perhaps the only heroic thing he'll ever achieve; ironically the only thing he truly wants. It goes against what the higher-ups want and maybe that's why he wants it so badly.

Village Info.
Village of Birth: Kirigakure
Village of Alliance: Kirigakure

Rank//Chakra Info.
Ninja Rank: Kage
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- Fire - Mastered.

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- Lightning - Mastered.

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- Fuuton - Mastered.

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Doton - Mastered.

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Suiton - Mastered.

Your ninjutsu:

[*]Kenjutsu - Mastered

[*]NB Kenjutsu - In Progress

[*]Taijutsu - Mastered

[*]Kaito's Taijutsu - In Progress

[*]Genjutsu - Mastered

[*]Ninjutsu - Mastered

[*]Kaguya Techniques (Need to Learn)

[*]Summoning - King Cheetah

Background Info.
History:

The abandoned Kirigakure ANBU Base is an odd place to have a baby.

That's what people kept saying weeks after Enka and Bellum Cavellone announced their plans. But people talk all the time, especially in a place such as the ANBU base; without communication there'd be no effective way to discover and deal with missing-nin running rampant near Kirigakure. Still, Enka and Bellum would come to rue this same communication. It was, after all, the conduit through which rumors spread; rumors that developed into hype, and hype that caused their child to hate them all. At any rate, for the weeks running up to the birthing, the incredibly successful ANBU Captain and Jounin -- husband and wife -- were doing a good job of proving that you don't have to die to get to heaven. People were happy to wait on them hand and foot, were happy to oblige the expecting couple and for the months before their child was born one could have been forgiven for thinking some Nobles, or even the council, had set up shop in the ANBU Base. The child was to be the son of two great up and coming ninjas -- surely he'd be the best of both of them? And with that reasoning Enka and Bellum's colleagues started to champion the unborn, toting him as 'The Chosen One' or 'The Next Big Thing'. One even went so far as to say 'The End of All Evil' was rumbling in the Jounin's stomach. Something was brewing in Enka's stomach, although something much more akin to the deepest, darkest and deadliest trouble than the golden boy the ninjas of Kiri had expected.

The birth itself was not out of the ordinary. Enka and Bellum took leave for a few months after the birth. People took happy photos with the baby when the off-duty couple came to visit, many gifts were received and the after-birth glow Bellum carried seemed to be contagious; everywhere she went with her newborn, people would start to smile. She had named him Darius, with no arguments from the father, and so Darius the boy became.

Like most children growing up, Darius soon became accustomed to being pampered -- although for the early years in his life it was because of his age, and not of his name. Mummy and Daddy were rich, and so what the baby wanted the baby got. Perhaps that was the first step in his journey to becoming a spoiled brat. At any rate, life was fairly uneventful for Darius in his early years: when he was 18 months old Enka went back to work, and after his second Christmas Bellum followed. A childminder became the most prominent figure in the young Darius's day to day life; it was she he would go to when he wanted something now, not mother, not father -- they were too busy being good ninjas. Day after day they'd come home from work -- or if Darius was lucky, during their lunch break -- and tell of all the nasty missing-nin they'd been busy defeating, and pontificate on how fortunate little Darius was to have parents so diligent such as they: they're work was directly responsible for the level of safety the tyke was provided with. When they came home, Darius's eyes would proverbially cloud over with stars; he bought into all the stories of gallant escapades and glorious victory. How could he not? They were his parents; he had to believe what they said. If he didn't, what was there to believe in?

Despite the supposed celebrity of his parents, the novelty of it soon wore off on Darius. Why didn't he get to see them perform such feats? It was like the story of the child factory he was told whenever he was naughty: where was said child factory? Why was there no army of children ready to take it down? The questions he asked were never answered, not for a long time anyway. Two years passed and Darius was deemed old enough to come with his parents to work. This would prove to be the beginning of a hellish era -- for those ranked S-jounin and below, at any rate. Spoiled children and workplaces of high stress are like cheese and chalk; they don't mix well together. Still, to complain would be tantamount to asking to be fired, and so they kept as quiet as they could, did as best as they could.

However, he was a child. He had no clue that he ruined people's livelihoods when he told his parents he never wanted to see a certain ninja again.

When he found out he was ecstatic.

That was the first sign Darius was breaking the script. Alas, he was but six years old; little children are allowed to be so badly behaved -- people would worry if they didn't act so naughtily. Jounin Enka simply waved away complaints, and, if it was a bad day, sent warnings after them. Their job was to entertain Darius when more important matters were calling the attention of Enka and Bellum -- unfortunately for the lesser ninjas of Kiri that seemed to be almost every waking minute of every day. He wanted ice cream. They got it. He wanted chocolate ice cream at -10 degrees Celsius with exactly 208 sprinkles on the top of colors lilac and vermilion. They got it. Every demand right down to the last syllable was carried out with a facade of gusto: to Darius it appeared that the ninjas around him delighted in doing as he asked. This didn't sit well with him. He wanted to break their spirits with the puerile glee only a sadistic child can possess. He wanted chocolate ice cream at -10 degrees Celsius with exactly 208 sprinkles on the top of colors lilac and vermilion? They got it. Wrong, that is. Did he say -10 degrees? He meant -10.73. And seventy-one of these sprinkles are larger than the others. Sorry. Try again. No buts -- else I'm telling daddy!

And so the story went for many a ninja. But Darius's parents refused to take any notice. This was the wrong way to go about things; it only made the blonde haired rabble-rouser more determined to get their attention by doing bad things. It was not until later Darius discovered the way people thought about him; when that particular bombshell hit his mission for attention garnered a whole new dynamic: defaming the Cavellone name would be then more than just a cry for attention; it would be Darius tearing down everything his parents believed in so that he could start afresh, start the pursuit of freedom with now burdening background holding him down. When his mission was complete he'd be soaring on the high; flying at such altitude that he could touch the edge of dreams... It was with these thoughts Darius decided to take up art at the age of ten. He was mainly interested in tribal art -- they did, after all, most closely resemble the rudimentary doodles the typical ten year old child, and in this case Darius, was capable of. As with most things the more you practice the more proficient you become, and so the same went for the little troublemaker; he quickly grew adept at drawing and painting. The audacious requests changed in nature from silly and exact to vague and ambiguous; perhaps a reflection of the change of interest. Art was, and is, something that can only be expressed -- not defined. And it was for this reason the lesser ninjas of Kiri discovered that there are things worse than hell and their leader is named Darius Cavellone.

A title he relished.

For the years between Darius being allowed to come to work with his parents and eventually enrolling in the ninja academy, Kiri became his warped domain with him at the tower; twisting and breaking and generally deforming every statute presented to him into semi-amusing shapes. Unfortunately the world revolved around the tyke, so the people had to contort along with the place in which they worked; soon they were nothing but a reflection of their former selves: Kiris performance record actually went down as a direct result of Darius's involvement with the people there. A good telling off from his Father made the declining line start to lift again, but everyone around him -- that he saw normally, at least (his parents never seemed quite affected) -- became haggard and beleaguered. A burden was on their shoulders, and it was shouting impatiently to zoom faster.

When he was finally sent to the ninja academy he was kept close to home. The nearest island that was used for such a purpose lacked a name, only known to those who have been there and those who set up the facilities there as Magnolia. It was, and is, a small island that has nothing but the ninja-sponsored training facilities there -- nothing out of the ordinary: an athletics field; a dojo; two three storey buildings' worth of classrooms and dorms. Darius went without complaint, although this was most likely because he was asleep when he was shifted. Awaking in unfamiliar surroundings was not what the blonde haired rabble-rouser was expecting nor appreciative of; the doors of everyone he thought was a 'somebody' in the dorms was smashed down with reckless abandon. No apologies. No introductions. Just screaming to get the hell off this island and back to Kiri. As someone with a little more tact would expect, this did not go down. His -- at times -- hysterical shrieks were rebuked with paperwork and signatures. Darius was signed to stay here until he completed his training. And there was not a damn thing he could do about it.

But how many times had he heard that?

And how many times had they rued the words...

Too often. These guys were rookies. And they would pay. Darius devised many a plan, and some went as thus:

Every morning. Up at 4. Knock on all the doors. Impersonate the ninja officials. Amass a crowd of irate, tired and easily manipulated people. Call crazy orders -- perhaps today use "scrub the walls with green toothbrushes". Remain in bed until actual wake up call. Watch on innocuously as all others are punished.

But that didn't do much to annoy the supervisors, did it... Perhaps this was better:

Every morning. Wake up at 4. Fill brown envelope with shaving cream. Repeat four times. Find head supervisor's room. Slip under door. Jump on all envelopes. Remove evidence.

Better... better indeed. And so it was done. Darius wasn't ashamed to come clean to his peers -- the only catch was for them; if they told, they'd never make it off of Magnolia alive. Darius easily proved himself the strongest out of the new batch of ninjas. He also proved himself the most disruptive and the hardest to accept into the force. Year after year after year he was held back; told that he'd never make it into a fully fledged ninja until he conformed to the supremacy of the black and blue. But this was Darius they were talking about -- did they seriously expect him to change his mind? He said as such too. In fact, he said as such to his father. Enka, being both a genius at dealing with his son, despite the little time he spent with him, and not wanting to garner a reputation of having a failure of a ninja for a son, proposed something wholly different.

One was destined to come from Kiri -- and who better than his son? A Cavellone, so powerful that the threat of him becoming a pirate was so great that the World Government needed him on their side. Not what he had first envisioned -- he'd be the first to admit -- but still great. And a Cavellone had to be great. He had to be. And so, papers were signed and Darius was whisked away from Magnolia, whisked away from all the conformity, and a new mission was set out for him.

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Darius Cavellone Kaguya
Nickname:
Alligator Tears
Gender:
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Age:
19
Clan:
Kaguya Clan

Looks:

He's a lean, mean arting machine. All extraneous truths aside, Darius is rather slim. Blessed with having washboard abdominal muscles and in fact, muscles everywhere, the blonde haired rabble-rouser has worked hard with what he was given; toning and shaping his body into a well oiled unit. How else could he deliver such efficient and unpredictable bouts of unnecessary evil to those around him? Accenting and decorating those muscles are the array of tribal tattoos the ne'er-do-well has. There are a fair few; multitudinous in both colour and number. From head to toe: two tattoos of tomoes on Darius's shoulders, ringed with triangles, the innermost inked in black, the outermost inked in blue and red; a tattoo of some sort of beast running from his back all the way up to his neck and coming around onto his chest -- the tail of the beast lines up perfectly with Darius's spine, and seems to be crowned with two billowing and gaunt wing bones; tattoos of swirls around his upper arms inked in black; two tattoos of flames decorating his wrists, in alternating colours of blue and red. The multiple tattoos are Darius's symbol of his rebellion; they go against the prim and proper look his parents have set up for the family name. Although it hurt to do his own tattoos and the tattoos he got others to do were equally, if not more painful, they are all surprisingly well inked.

Darius is fair skinned, although time in the sun has given him a very light tan.

Darius is a fairly handsome man, with certainly inoffensive features on his visage. His nose isn't prominent; his teeth are straight and white. One could say that he resembles his parents, in a way. But then one would end up dead. Darius detests this fact, and as such has gone out of his way to differentiate himself: his blonde hair grows to his shoulders and is untidy; his blue eyes are wild. Hanging from his ears are ring earrings, made from some expensive metal from some remote region.

In terms of clothing, Darius could be described as a minimalist: he wears but a red hoodie and black trousers. Often he leaves his hoodie open too, the zip dangling, his body bare. The hoodie has long sleeves, but often Darius is content to roll them up and display his flame tattoos. He wears black trousers with a tight fit, crowned with an inexpensive black belt which is adorned with holsters, making it some kind of utility belt. He doesn't actually use it for this unless it's opportune to do so; often there are just various dog tags hanging from it. According to Darius they're a metaphor or some other ambiguous crap. When the weather gets hiemal Darius zips up the jumper and puts his hood on for the majority of the time. He'll say something 'tough' about him not feeling the cold, but he's almost guaranteed to grumble when he has to stay outside for a long period of time. On his feet are black insulated combat boots, for all kinds of weather -- although when he purchased them he did not have this knowledge. Still, at least he's kind of protected.

Personality:

You'd perhaps expect a man whose parents are diligent ninjas to have been raised in such a fashion that their ideals are rigid and decorous. Perhaps you'd also expect said parents to be proud of their offspring; another ninja to the force -- one with much promise, no doubt, especially considering the lineage. Unfortunately, Darius did not live up to the hype. In fact, he outright hated the fuss everyone seemed to make about him: why was he so special? It was a question he often found himself asking while genin waited on him hand and foot, although not so often when they brought him toys and other such materialistic treats. On the contrary, Darius is a delinquent. Plain and simple; trouble is game, and he wishes it was his name. He loves to create chaos, if only for the attention it brings him -- for the wrong reasons. It would appear as though Darius is on a mission to make everyone around him rue the day they bought into the image of a family of ninjas, big-headed, big-paid and, in his opinion, big shitheads. In this way, he's quite the hypocrite, unashamedly so too; lavish things are only for those named Darius Cavellone, and everyone else must work for it: if he doesn't feel like you've experienced such travails then the blonde haired rabble rouser is quick to judge you as a baby born with the silver spoon in its mouth.

Impulsive, tactless and single-minded, Darius can be likened to a freight train when he gets it in his head that something is wrong and he has to do something about it; nothing, absolutely nothing, and nobody, can stop him pursuing his belief right 'til the very end. He'll become selfish -- more selfish than he already is, at any rate -- sadistic, cold and calculating just to see the goal to the finish line. With a puerile charm he can flick on and off like a light switch, Darius is surprisingly adept at being manipulative. Or rather, it seems like Darius is surprisingly adept at being manipulative. He'll appear try his damned hardest to keep everyone around him -- baring those he keeps close to his heart -- second guessing at what he'll do next: pull out a knife? Or run away behind a corner and pretend they're playing hide and seek? With Darius, it's safe to say that no one is safe. Spontaneity is second nature to him, whether or not it's in speech, where he'll run out of relevant things to say and then start offending people, or in action, where he'll simply switch off and walk away from an acquaintance like they were just another face in the street. It's the reason he is sometimes referred to as 'Alligator Tears' -- the expression is deliberately malformed; Darius likens himself to an alligator waiting in a lagoon, waiting for just the right second, the right-sized window of opportunity through which to burst into action.

However, despite his spontaneous and impulsive nature, Darius has a deep sense of loyalty to those who've earned his respect -- those people are few and far between, and stored in a corner of his brain labeled 'don't kill; need around'. Despite how he may appear to be, Darius is not a particularly decent human being. His impulsiveness perhaps allows him to not really understand the gravity of his actions, but really his parents are making excuses for him. He's a rotten child, with black hate-filled marrow in his bones. It's far too easy for him to run away from the fact that he's killed before -- that's why he embraces it. The hard way is so much more entertaining to Darius; moreover it causes more problems for the people around him, and isn't that the most delightful spectacle? To the inked in troublemaker it certainly is.

Darius has killed before. He will kill again. Cavellone has a perturbing volition to spill the blood of all he engages in combat with; through a twisted form of association Darius has come to realize that the more blood he spills, the more likely it is that people will discredit his parents for the lousy job of raising a child they did and maybe even defame his family name. Maybe he's insane -- hell, he probably is insane. But Darius has a real hankering for seeing his parents -- or even anyone around him -- crawl tooth and nail back up the social ladder, or at the very least struggle to stay in the comfortable state they've no doubt created for themselves. And to Darius, blood is equal to triumph. It reflects in the sadistic way he utilizes his Kekkai Genkai: the more of the target's insides that end up outside, the greater the sanguine success. Maybe it's a metaphor; maybe Darius sees the blood he spills on being on the hands of the marines and everyone who bought into the lie of a 'chosen one'.

As a self-proclaimed 'artist', as evidenced by the multitude of tattoos upon his person -- which were either self-inked or done in a parlour to his own specific design -- Darius is quite partial to living off the clothes on his back and subsisting on little more than scraps. Of course, this doesn't mean he won't complain famously about such hard times -- often he puts irking other people before his own well being. Perhaps he is determined, perhaps he is crazy: all that can be said is that Darius is a unique person in his own right, and that knowledge is his little piece of freedom from the world of prestige he's being dragged into. And maybe that's his sole redeeming quality, if there is to be light in this dark abyss he calls a heart. He knows what he wants -- freedom, pure and unadulterated, and it exhilarates him; a feeling that the world is your time bomb and it's all up to you when it'll explode... And it's that feeling he lives for. It's that feeling that drives him, that feeling that he'll do anything to attain again; it's like a drug, and if that's the case then Darius doesn't ever want to get off. Boundless hedonism; perhaps the only heroic thing he'll ever achieve; ironically the only thing he truly wants. It goes against what the higher-ups want and maybe that's why he wants it so badly.

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The abandoned Kirigakure ANBU Base is an odd place to have a baby.

That's what people kept saying weeks after Enka and Bellum Cavellone announced their plans. But people talk all the time, especially in a place such as the ANBU base; without communication there'd be no effective way to discover and deal with missing-nin running rampant near Kirigakure. Still, Enka and Bellum would come to rue this same communication. It was, after all, the conduit through which rumors spread; rumors that developed into hype, and hype that caused their child to hate them all. At any rate, for the weeks running up to the birthing, the incredibly successful ANBU Captain and Jounin -- husband and wife -- were doing a good job of proving that you don't have to die to get to heaven. People were happy to wait on them hand and foot, were happy to oblige the expecting couple and for the months before their child was born one could have been forgiven for thinking some Nobles, or even the council, had set up shop in the ANBU Base. The child was to be the son of two great up and coming ninjas -- surely he'd be the best of both of them? And with that reasoning Enka and Bellum's colleagues started to champion the unborn, toting him as 'The Chosen One' or 'The Next Big Thing'. One even went so far as to say 'The End of All Evil' was rumbling in the Jounin's stomach. Something was brewing in Enka's stomach, although something much more akin to the deepest, darkest and deadliest trouble than the golden boy the ninjas of Kiri had expected.

The birth itself was not out of the ordinary. Enka and Bellum took leave for a few months after the birth. People took happy photos with the baby when the off-duty couple came to visit, many gifts were received and the after-birth glow Bellum carried seemed to be contagious; everywhere she went with her newborn, people would start to smile. She had named him Darius, with no arguments from the father, and so Darius the boy became.

Like most children growing up, Darius soon became accustomed to being pampered -- although for the early years in his life it was because of his age, and not of his name. Mummy and Daddy were rich, and so what the baby wanted the baby got. Perhaps that was the first step in his journey to becoming a spoiled brat. At any rate, life was fairly uneventful for Darius in his early years: when he was 18 months old Enka went back to work, and after his second Christmas Bellum followed. A childminder became the most prominent figure in the young Darius's day to day life; it was she he would go to when he wanted something now, not mother, not father -- they were too busy being good ninjas. Day after day they'd come home from work -- or if Darius was lucky, during their lunch break -- and tell of all the nasty missing-nin they'd been busy defeating, and pontificate on how fortunate little Darius was to have parents so diligent such as they: they're work was directly responsible for the level of safety the tyke was provided with. When they came home, Darius's eyes would proverbially cloud over with stars; he bought into all the stories of gallant escapades and glorious victory. How could he not? They were his parents; he had to believe what they said. If he didn't, what was there to believe in?

Despite the supposed celebrity of his parents, the novelty of it soon wore off on Darius. Why didn't he get to see them perform such feats? It was like the story of the child factory he was told whenever he was naughty: where was said child factory? Why was there no army of children ready to take it down? The questions he asked were never answered, not for a long time anyway. Two years passed and Darius was deemed old enough to come with his parents to work. This would prove to be the beginning of a hellish era -- for those ranked S-jounin and below, at any rate. Spoiled children and workplaces of high stress are like cheese and chalk; they don't mix well together. Still, to complain would be tantamount to asking to be fired, and so they kept as quiet as they could, did as best as they could.

However, he was a child. He had no clue that he ruined people's livelihoods when he told his parents he never wanted to see a certain ninja again.

When he found out he was ecstatic.

That was the first sign Darius was breaking the script. Alas, he was but six years old; little children are allowed to be so badly behaved -- people would worry if they didn't act so naughtily. Jounin Enka simply waved away complaints, and, if it was a bad day, sent warnings after them. Their job was to entertain Darius when more important matters were calling the attention of Enka and Bellum -- unfortunately for the lesser ninjas of Kiri that seemed to be almost every waking minute of every day. He wanted ice cream. They got it. He wanted chocolate ice cream at -10 degrees Celsius with exactly 208 sprinkles on the top of colors lilac and vermilion. They got it. Every demand right down to the last syllable was carried out with a facade of gusto: to Darius it appeared that the ninjas around him delighted in doing as he asked. This didn't sit well with him. He wanted to break their spirits with the puerile glee only a sadistic child can possess. He wanted chocolate ice cream at -10 degrees Celsius with exactly 208 sprinkles on the top of colors lilac and vermilion? They got it. Wrong, that is. Did he say -10 degrees? He meant -10.73. And seventy-one of these sprinkles are larger than the others. Sorry. Try again. No buts -- else I'm telling daddy!

And so the story went for many a ninja. But Darius's parents refused to take any notice. This was the wrong way to go about things; it only made the blonde haired rabble-rouser more determined to get their attention by doing bad things. It was not until later Darius discovered the way people thought about him; when that particular bombshell hit his mission for attention garnered a whole new dynamic: defaming the Cavellone name would be then more than just a cry for attention; it would be Darius tearing down everything his parents believed in so that he could start afresh, start the pursuit of freedom with now burdening background holding him down. When his mission was complete he'd be soaring on the high; flying at such altitude that he could touch the edge of dreams... It was with these thoughts Darius decided to take up art at the age of ten. He was mainly interested in tribal art -- they did, after all, most closely resemble the rudimentary doodles the typical ten year old child, and in this case Darius, was capable of. As with most things the more you practice the more proficient you become, and so the same went for the little troublemaker; he quickly grew adept at drawing and painting. The audacious requests changed in nature from silly and exact to vague and ambiguous; perhaps a reflection of the change of interest. Art was, and is, something that can only be expressed -- not defined. And it was for this reason the lesser ninjas of Kiri discovered that there are things worse than hell and their leader is named Darius Cavellone.

A title he relished.

For the years between Darius being allowed to come to work with his parents and eventually enrolling in the ninja academy, Kiri became his warped domain with him at the tower; twisting and breaking and generally deforming every statute presented to him into semi-amusing shapes. Unfortunately the world revolved around the tyke, so the people had to contort along with the place in which they worked; soon they were nothing but a reflection of their former selves: Kiris performance record actually went down as a direct result of Darius's involvement with the people there. A good telling off from his Father made the declining line start to lift again, but everyone around him -- that he saw normally, at least (his parents never seemed quite affected) -- became haggard and beleaguered. A burden was on their shoulders, and it was shouting impatiently to zoom faster.

When he was finally sent to the ninja academy he was kept close to home. The nearest island that was used for such a purpose lacked a name, only known to those who have been there and those who set up the facilities there as Magnolia. It was, and is, a small island that has nothing but the ninja-sponsored training facilities there -- nothing out of the ordinary: an athletics field; a dojo; two three storey buildings' worth of classrooms and dorms. Darius went without complaint, although this was most likely because he was asleep when he was shifted. Awaking in unfamiliar surroundings was not what the blonde haired rabble-rouser was expecting nor appreciative of; the doors of everyone he thought was a 'somebody' in the dorms was smashed down with reckless abandon. No apologies. No introductions. Just screaming to get the hell off this island and back to Kiri. As someone with a little more tact would expect, this did not go down. His -- at times -- hysterical shrieks were rebuked with paperwork and signatures. Darius was signed to stay here until he completed his training. And there was not a damn thing he could do about it.

But how many times had he heard that?

And how many times had they rued the words...

Too often. These guys were rookies. And they would pay. Darius devised many a plan, and some went as thus:

Every morning. Up at 4. Knock on all the doors. Impersonate the ninja officials. Amass a crowd of irate, tired and easily manipulated people. Call crazy orders -- perhaps today use "scrub the walls with green toothbrushes". Remain in bed until actual wake up call. Watch on innocuously as all others are punished.

But that didn't do much to annoy the supervisors, did it... Perhaps this was better:

Every morning. Wake up at 4. Fill brown envelope with shaving cream. Repeat four times. Find head supervisor's room. Slip under door. Jump on all envelopes. Remove evidence.

Better... better indeed. And so it was done. Darius wasn't ashamed to come clean to his peers -- the only catch was for them; if they told, they'd never make it off of Magnolia alive. Darius easily proved himself the strongest out of the new batch of ninjas. He also proved himself the most disruptive and the hardest to accept into the force. Year after year after year he was held back; told that he'd never make it into a fully fledged ninja until he conformed to the supremacy of the black and blue. But this was Darius they were talking about -- did they seriously expect him to change his mind? He said as such too. In fact, he said as such to his father. Enka, being both a genius at dealing with his son, despite the little time he spent with him, and not wanting to garner a reputation of having a failure of a ninja for a son, proposed something wholly different.

One was destined to come from Kiri -- and who better than his son? A Cavellone, so powerful that the threat of him becoming a pirate was so great that the World Government needed him on their side. Not what he had first envisioned -- he'd be the first to admit -- but still great. And a Cavellone had to be great. He had to be. And so, papers were signed and Darius was whisked away from Magnolia, whisked away from all the conformity, and a new mission was set out for him.

Become a Legend.

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[U][CENTER][I][COLOR="DarkRed"]Name:[/COLOR][/I][/U]
[COLOR="Red"]Darius Cavellone Kaguya[/COLOR]
[U][I][COLOR="DarkRed"]Nickname:[/COLOR][/I][/U]
[COLOR="Red"]Alligator Tears[/COLOR]
[U][COLOR="DarkRed"][I]Gender:[/I][/COLOR][/U]
[COLOR="Red"]Male[/COLOR]
[U][COLOR="DarkRed"][I]Age:[/I][/COLOR][/U]
[COLOR="Red"]19[/COLOR]
[U][COLOR="DarkRed"][I]Clan:[/I][/COLOR][/U]
[COLOR="Red"]Kaguya Clan[/COLOR][/CENTER]

[COLOR="DarkRed"][I][u]Looks:[/u][/I][/COLOR]

[COLOR="Red"]He's a lean, mean arting machine. All extraneous truths aside, Darius is rather slim. Blessed with having washboard abdominal muscles and in fact, muscles everywhere, the blonde haired rabble-rouser has worked hard with what he was given; toning and shaping his body into a well oiled unit. How else could he deliver such efficient and unpredictable bouts of unnecessary evil to those around him? Accenting and decorating those muscles are the array of tribal tattoos the ne'er-do-well has. There are a fair few; multitudinous in both colour and number. From head to toe: two tattoos of tomoes on Darius's shoulders, ringed with triangles, the innermost inked in black, the outermost inked in blue and red; a tattoo of some sort of beast running from his back all the way up to his neck and coming around onto his chest -- the tail of the beast lines up perfectly with Darius's spine, and seems to be crowned with two billowing and gaunt wing bones; tattoos of swirls around his upper arms inked in black; two tattoos of flames decorating his wrists, in alternating colours of blue and red. The multiple tattoos are Darius's symbol of his rebellion; they go against the prim and proper look his parents have set up for the family name. Although it hurt to do his own tattoos and the tattoos he got others to do were equally, if not more painful, they are all surprisingly well inked. 

Darius is fair skinned, although time in the sun has given him a very light tan.

Darius is a fairly handsome man, with certainly inoffensive features on his visage. His nose isn't prominent; his teeth are straight and white. One could say that he resembles his parents, in a way. But then one would end up dead. Darius detests this fact, and as such has gone out of his way to differentiate himself: his blonde hair grows to his shoulders and is untidy; his blue eyes are wild. Hanging from his ears are ring earrings, made from some expensive metal from some remote region. 

In terms of clothing, Darius could be described as a minimalist: he wears but a red hoodie and black trousers. Often he leaves his hoodie open too, the zip dangling, his body bare. The hoodie has long sleeves, but often Darius is content to roll them up and display his flame tattoos. He wears black trousers with a tight fit, crowned with an inexpensive black belt which is adorned with holsters, making it some kind of utility belt. He doesn't actually use it for this unless it's opportune to do so; often there are just various dog tags hanging from it. According to Darius they're a metaphor or some other ambiguous crap. When the weather gets hiemal Darius zips up the jumper and puts his hood on for the majority of the time. He'll say something 'tough' about him not feeling the cold, but he's almost guaranteed to grumble when he has to stay outside for a long period of time. On his feet are black insulated combat boots, for all kinds of weather -- although when he purchased them he did not have this knowledge. Still, at least he's kind of protected.[/COLOR]

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[COLOR="Red"]You'd perhaps expect a man whose parents are diligent ninjas to have been raised in such a fashion that their ideals are rigid and decorous. Perhaps you'd also expect said parents to be proud of their offspring; another ninja to the force -- one with much promise, no doubt, especially considering the lineage. Unfortunately, Darius did not live up to the hype. In fact, he outright hated the fuss everyone seemed to make about him: why was he so special? It was a question he often found himself asking while genin waited on him hand and foot, although not so often when they brought him toys and other such materialistic treats. On the contrary, Darius is a delinquent. Plain and simple; trouble is game, and he wishes it was his name. He loves to create chaos, if only for the attention it brings him -- for the wrong reasons. It would appear as though Darius is on a mission to make everyone around him rue the day they bought into the image of a family of ninjas, big-headed, big-paid and, in his opinion, big shitheads. In this way, he's quite the hypocrite, unashamedly so too; lavish things are only for those named Darius Cavellone, and everyone else must work for it: if he doesn't feel like you've experienced such travails then the blonde haired rabble rouser is quick to judge you as a baby born with the silver spoon in its mouth. 

Impulsive, tactless and single-minded, Darius can be likened to a freight train when he gets it in his head that something is wrong and he has to do something about it; nothing, absolutely nothing, and nobody, can stop him pursuing his belief right 'til the very end. He'll become selfish -- more selfish than he already is, at any rate -- sadistic, cold and calculating just to see the goal to the finish line. With a puerile charm he can flick on and off like a light switch, Darius is surprisingly adept at being manipulative. Or rather, it seems like Darius is surprisingly adept at being manipulative. He'll appear try his damned hardest to keep everyone around him -- baring those he keeps close to his heart -- second guessing at what he'll do next: pull out a knife? Or run away behind a corner and pretend they're playing hide and seek? With Darius, it's safe to say that no one is safe. Spontaneity is second nature to him, whether or not it's in speech, where he'll run out of relevant things to say and then start offending people, or in action, where he'll simply switch off and walk away from an acquaintance like they were just another face in the street. It's the reason he is sometimes referred to as 'Alligator Tears' -- the expression is deliberately malformed; Darius likens himself to an alligator waiting in a lagoon, waiting for just the right second, the right-sized window of opportunity through which to burst into action.

However, despite his spontaneous and impulsive nature, Darius has a deep sense of loyalty to those who've earned his respect -- those people are few and far between, and stored in a corner of his brain labeled 'don't kill; need around'. Despite how he may appear to be, Darius is not a particularly decent human being. His impulsiveness perhaps allows him to not really understand the gravity of his actions, but really his parents are making excuses for him. He's a rotten child, with black hate-filled marrow in his bones. It's far too easy for him to run away from the fact that he's killed before -- that's why he embraces it. The hard way is so much more entertaining to Darius; moreover it causes more problems for the people around him, and isn't that the most delightful spectacle? To the inked in troublemaker it certainly is. 

Darius has killed before. He will kill again. Cavellone has a perturbing volition to spill the blood of all he engages in combat with; through a twisted form of association Darius has come to realize that the more blood he spills, the more likely it is that people will discredit his parents for the lousy job of raising a child they did and maybe even defame his family name. Maybe he's insane -- hell, he probably is insane. But Darius has a real hankering for seeing his parents -- or even anyone around him -- crawl tooth and nail back up the social ladder, or at the very least struggle to stay in the comfortable state they've no doubt created for themselves. And to Darius, blood is equal to triumph. It reflects in the sadistic way he utilizes his Kekkai Genkai: the more of the target's insides that end up outside, the greater the sanguine success. Maybe it's a metaphor; maybe Darius sees the blood he spills on being on the hands of the marines and everyone who bought into the lie of a 'chosen one'.

As a self-proclaimed 'artist', as evidenced by the multitude of tattoos upon his person -- which were either self-inked or done in a parlour to his own specific design -- Darius is quite partial to living off the clothes on his back and subsisting on little more than scraps. Of course, this doesn't mean he won't complain famously about such hard times -- often he puts irking other people before his own well being. Perhaps he is determined, perhaps he is crazy: all that can be said is that Darius is a unique person in his own right, and that knowledge is his little piece of freedom from the world of prestige he's being dragged into. And maybe that's his sole redeeming quality, if there is to be light in this dark abyss he calls a heart. He knows what he wants -- freedom, pure and unadulterated, and it exhilarates him; a feeling that the world is your time bomb and it's all up to you when it'll explode... And it's that feeling he lives for. It's that feeling that drives him, that feeling that he'll do anything to attain again; it's like a drug, and if that's the case then Darius doesn't ever want to get off. Boundless hedonism; perhaps the only heroic thing he'll ever achieve; ironically the only thing he truly wants. It goes against what the higher-ups want and maybe that's why he wants it so badly.[/COLOR][/border]

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[*]Kaito's Taijutsu - In Progress

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[*]Ninjutsu - Mastered

[*]Kaguya Techniques (Need to Learn)

[*]Summoning - King Cheetah[/COLOR][/border]

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[COLOR="Red"]The abandoned Kirigakure ANBU Base is an odd place to have a baby.

That's what people kept saying weeks after Enka and Bellum Cavellone announced their plans. But people talk all the time, especially in a place such as the ANBU base; without communication there'd be no effective way to discover and deal with missing-nin running rampant near Kirigakure. Still, Enka and Bellum would come to rue this same communication. It was, after all, the conduit through which rumors spread; rumors that developed into hype, and hype that caused their child to hate them all. At any rate, for the weeks running up to the birthing, the incredibly successful ANBU Captain and Jounin -- husband and wife -- were doing a good job of proving that you don't have to die to get to heaven. People were happy to wait on them hand and foot, were happy to oblige the expecting couple and for the months before their child was born one could have been forgiven for thinking some Nobles, or even the council, had set up shop in the ANBU Base. The child was to be the son of two great up and coming ninjas -- surely he'd be the best of both of them? And with that reasoning Enka and Bellum's colleagues started to champion the unborn, toting him as 'The Chosen One' or 'The Next Big Thing'. One even went so far as to say 'The End of All Evil' was rumbling in the Jounin's stomach. Something was brewing in Enka's stomach, although something much more akin to the deepest, darkest and deadliest trouble than the golden boy the ninjas of Kiri had expected.

The birth itself was not out of the ordinary. Enka and Bellum took leave for a few months after the birth. People took happy photos with the baby when the off-duty couple came to visit, many gifts were received and the after-birth glow Bellum carried seemed to be contagious; everywhere she went with her newborn, people would start to smile. She had named him Darius, with no arguments from the father, and so Darius the boy became.

Like most children growing up, Darius soon became accustomed to being pampered -- although for the early years in his life it was because of his age, and not of his name. Mummy and Daddy were rich, and so what the baby wanted the baby got. Perhaps that was the first step in his journey to becoming a spoiled brat. At any rate, life was fairly uneventful for Darius in his early years: when he was 18 months old Enka went back to work, and after his second Christmas Bellum followed. A childminder became the most prominent figure in the young Darius's day to day life; it was she he would go to when he wanted something now, not mother, not father -- they were too busy being good ninjas. Day after day they'd come home from work -- or if Darius was lucky, during their lunch break -- and tell of all the nasty missing-nin they'd been busy defeating, and pontificate on how fortunate little Darius was to have parents so diligent such as they: they're work was directly responsible for the level of safety the tyke was provided with. When they came home, Darius's eyes would proverbially cloud over with stars; he bought into all the stories of gallant escapades and glorious victory. How could he not? They were his parents; he had to believe what they said. If he didn't, what was there to believe in?

Despite the supposed celebrity of his parents, the novelty of it soon wore off on Darius. Why didn't he get to see them perform such feats? It was like the story of the child factory he was told whenever he was naughty: where was said child factory? Why was there no army of children ready to take it down? The questions he asked were never answered, not for a long time anyway. Two years passed and Darius was deemed old enough to come with his parents to work. This would prove to be the beginning of a hellish era -- for those ranked S-jounin and below, at any rate. Spoiled children and workplaces of high stress are like cheese and chalk; they don't mix well together. Still, to complain would be tantamount to asking to be fired, and so they kept as quiet as they could, did as best as they could. 

However, he was a child. He had no clue that he ruined people's livelihoods when he told his parents he never wanted to see a certain ninja again.

When he found out he was ecstatic. 

That was the first sign Darius was breaking the script. Alas, he was but six years old; little children are allowed to be so badly behaved -- people would worry if they didn't act so naughtily. Jounin Enka simply waved away complaints, and, if it was a bad day, sent warnings after them. Their job was to entertain Darius when more important matters were calling the attention of Enka and Bellum -- unfortunately for the lesser ninjas of Kiri that seemed to be almost every waking minute of every day. He wanted ice cream. They got it. He wanted chocolate ice cream at -10 degrees Celsius with exactly 208 sprinkles on the top of colors lilac and vermilion. They got it. Every demand right down to the last syllable was carried out with a facade of gusto: to Darius it appeared that the ninjas around him delighted in doing as he asked. This didn't sit well with him. He wanted to break their spirits with the puerile glee only a sadistic child can possess. He wanted chocolate ice cream at -10 degrees Celsius with exactly 208 sprinkles on the top of colors lilac and vermilion? They got it. Wrong, that is. Did he say -10 degrees? He meant -10.73. And seventy-one of these sprinkles are larger than the others. Sorry. Try again. No buts -- else I'm telling daddy! 

And so the story went for many a ninja. But Darius's parents refused to take any notice. This was the wrong way to go about things; it only made the blonde haired rabble-rouser more determined to get their attention by doing bad things. It was not until later Darius discovered the way people thought about him; when that particular bombshell hit his mission for attention garnered a whole new dynamic: defaming the Cavellone name would be then more than just a cry for attention; it would be Darius tearing down everything his parents believed in so that he could start afresh, start the pursuit of freedom with now burdening background holding him down. When his mission was complete he'd be soaring on the high; flying at such altitude that he could touch the edge of dreams... It was with these thoughts Darius decided to take up art at the age of ten. He was mainly interested in tribal art -- they did, after all, most closely resemble the rudimentary doodles the typical ten year old child, and in this case Darius, was capable of. As with most things the more you practice the more proficient you become, and so the same went for the little troublemaker; he quickly grew adept at drawing and painting. The audacious requests changed in nature from silly and exact to vague and ambiguous; perhaps a reflection of the change of interest. Art was, and is, something that can only be expressed -- not defined. And it was for this reason the lesser ninjas of Kiri discovered that there are things worse than hell and their leader is named Darius Cavellone.

A title he relished.

For the years between Darius being allowed to come to work with his parents and eventually enrolling in the ninja academy, Kiri became his warped domain with him at the tower; twisting and breaking and generally deforming every statute presented to him into semi-amusing shapes. Unfortunately the world revolved around the tyke, so the people had to contort along with the place in which they worked; soon they were nothing but a reflection of their former selves: Kiris performance record actually went down as a direct result of Darius's involvement with the people there. A good telling off from his Father made the declining line start to lift again, but everyone around him -- that he saw normally, at least (his parents never seemed quite affected) -- became haggard and beleaguered. A burden was on their shoulders, and it was shouting impatiently to zoom faster. 

When he was finally sent to the ninja academy he was kept close to home. The nearest island that was used for such a purpose lacked a name, only known to those who have been there and those who set up the facilities there as Magnolia. It was, and is, a small island that has nothing but the ninja-sponsored training facilities there -- nothing out of the ordinary: an athletics field; a dojo; two three storey buildings' worth of classrooms and dorms. Darius went without complaint, although this was most likely because he was asleep when he was shifted. Awaking in unfamiliar surroundings was not what the blonde haired rabble-rouser was expecting nor appreciative of; the doors of everyone he thought was a 'somebody' in the dorms was smashed down with reckless abandon. No apologies. No introductions. Just screaming to get the hell off this island and back to Kiri. As someone with a little more tact would expect, this did not go down. His -- at times -- hysterical shrieks were rebuked with paperwork and signatures. Darius was signed to stay here until he completed his training. And there was not a damn thing he could do about it. 

But how many times had he heard that?

And how many times had they rued the words...

Too often. These guys were rookies. And they would pay. Darius devised many a plan, and some went as thus:

[INDENT][I]Every morning. Up at 4. Knock on all the doors. Impersonate the ninja officials. Amass a crowd of irate, tired and easily manipulated people. Call crazy orders -- perhaps today use "scrub the walls with green toothbrushes". Remain in bed until actual wake up call. Watch on innocuously as all others are punished.[/I][/INDENT]


But that didn't do much to annoy the supervisors, did it... Perhaps this was better:

[I][INDENT]Every morning. Wake up at 4. Fill brown envelope with shaving cream. Repeat four times. Find head supervisor's room. Slip under door. Jump on all envelopes. Remove evidence.[/INDENT][/I]


Better... better indeed. And so it was done. Darius wasn't ashamed to come clean to his peers -- the only catch was for them; if they told, they'd never make it off of Magnolia alive. Darius easily proved himself the strongest out of the new batch of ninjas. He also proved himself the most disruptive and the hardest to accept into the force. Year after year after year he was held back; told that he'd never make it into a fully fledged ninja until he conformed to the supremacy of the black and blue. But this was Darius they were talking about -- did they seriously expect him to change his mind? He said as such too. In fact, he said as such to his father. Enka, being both a genius at dealing with his son, despite the little time he spent with him, and not wanting to garner a reputation of having a failure of a ninja for a son, proposed something wholly different. 

One was destined to come from Kiri -- and who better than his son? A Cavellone, so powerful that the threat of him becoming a pirate was so great that the World Government needed him on their side. Not what he had first envisioned -- he'd be the first to admit -- but still great. And a Cavellone had to be great. He had to be. And so, papers were signed and Darius was whisked away from Magnolia, whisked away from all the conformity, and a new mission was set out for him. 

Become a Legend.[/COLOR][/border]


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I could not make it the best due to the way you wanted the border in segments so sorry.

Bhil · Mar 15, 2012

-Naruto- said:
I could not make it the best due to the way you wanted the border in segments so sorry.

It's cool. +Rep.

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