Shuujin, Toast's Vehicle to World Domination [Approved] HH

I couldn't resist with the title, but I hope I can edit that out later...

Basic Character Information:
Name: Shuujin Takashi (That’s his current foster family stint. He’s had a load of other common names attached to his name and this one is no less expendable than the others.)
Age:16
Gender: Male
Clan:None

Looks: Standing fully at 5’7’’, with a lean figure carved from doing physically menial tasks and a tanned complexion, Shuu’s noticeable against his younger, shorter, and often skinnier Genin peers, though that accounts for nothing experience-wise. Shuu’s most striking physical trait happens to be his eyes. Though chestnut is the predominant shade, if one were to examine his irises closely, they’d noticed he has tiny spots of silver lodged within his pupils, specks that shine almost like metal when reflected in the sunlight, an outstandingly lucky draw in the genetic pool for the boy who otherwise received very little presents from his parents. In complete contrast, his hazel tendrils growing about from his scalp are cropped in a conservative manner, the lazy man’s type of hairstyling that looks decent without too much intervention from Shuu via a copious amount of gel, some pliers to position his hair just right, and a small nuclear bomb in case he wasn’t very pleased with his hair construction.

Apparel’s actually an interesting issue for Shuujin because he’s become extremely attached with the clothes donated to him during his charity years. Prime examples of his favorite outfits would be shrunken, childish, or faded designs, with odd stain, odors, rips, and discolorations that people just do not want to enquire about, old hand-me-downs the well-off in Konoha deemed garbage and donated to Shuujin (and other children under the church’s custody until a Social Worker took care of their living arrangements) years ago. The mad child will wear these sentimental selections, though it’s unnecessary; Shuujin does own a closet in his little quarter in his current stint with the Takeshi clan and there are articles of clothing that are wholly intact, visually updated, even odorless and stainless to boot. Notable, his wardrobe tends to be full of blue hues, of all intensities and shades, pocketed pieces, or ensemble belts. Constantly dangling around his wrists would be a silver cross, though the jewelry’s usually tucked beneath the cuffs of a pair of obsidian fingerless gloves Shuujin has become fond of, splashes of ivory painting a pattern onto the palms.

Personality: From first impressions, Shuujin usually appears to be a sociable fellow, if a little on the timid side, friendly with a touch of lame humor to finish the boy off. That’s partially correct: The point that makes him so agreeable is his indecisiveness, though unsuspicious in casual get-togethers, when down to the wire, will persist with a vice grip on the boy’s crossroads that’s almost frustrating. As Shuu has never really had to make too many choices of his own, from his foster parents to his odd jobs department, and his few pronounced attempts to voice his disagreement on a matter has led to ridicule, when faced with difficult personal possibilities which he must choose the outcome for, Shuujin’s usually at a loss of how to respond or too anxious with the new circumstances to sort out the definite pros and cons. He’s not a man of instinct, too fearful of the consequences to even consider the rewards of reckless proceedings. Among the few matters Shuu considers worthy to fight for; religion would probably be atop his list, a good little church boy who follows through the niceties with irritating fastidiousness.

Basic Clan Information
Kekkei Gekkei: Currently none, but it’s plausible he may have a dormant Kekkei Gekkai as he isn’t aware of his family tree. (If I do go for this angle, I’ll be sure to have the clan approved before I try to tack a Kekkei Gekkei on.)
Chakra Cost: --
Description: --
Special Effect: --
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Skill and Rank Information
Village: Village Hidden in the Leaf, Konohagakure
Rank: Genin
Special Characteristics: None.
Special Effects: None.

Elements: Suiton, Fuuton
Skills Specialties: Picking at locks.

Jutsus

Name: Clone Jutsu (Bunshin no Jutsu)
Rank: D
Type: Ninjutsu
Chakra Cost: 20 per 5 clones
Element:
Description: A basic ninjutsu utilizing chakra to sustain perfect replications of the user. These clones will dissipate into thin air with even the lightest attacks, even if its through their own initiative, and so are only useful as a distraction.

Name: Replacment Jutsu
Rank: D
Type: Ninjutsu
Chakra Cost: 10
Element:
Description: Another basic ninjutsu that involves quickly substituting the user with a nearby object, most famously a section of log.

Name: Rope-Escaping Jutsu
Rank: D
Type: Ninjutsu
Chakra Cost: 0
Element:
Description: The tip of the basics, where the user manages to undo ropes through some unexplained ninja mystery. Even the users don’t quite know what’s going on.

Name: Transformation Technique (Henge no Jutsu)
Rank: D
Type: Ninjutsu
Chakra Cost: 10
Element:
Description: By performing the correct hand seal, the user may assume the appearance of another person, animal, or object.


Name: Temporary Paralysis Technique
Rank: D
Type: Ninjutsu
Chakra Cost: 35
Element:
Description: This jutsu paralyzes an opponent, leaving them open for attack.

History and RP Sample
History: Shuujin was orphaned as an infant, delivered at the doors of a hallowed and dilapidated church building settled within the Leaf Village. His last memory of his mother was salt, the taste of salt dropping into his mouth and coating his tongue, along with a shower of similar salty liquids landing all throughout his tiny body, dark scattered stains on an ivory blanket wrapped around him the last evidence of his biological family, evaporating into thin air in a very short half hour. “Legend has it,” the church nuns often use to say,” that your mother, later on that day, died in a horrific battle. She knew she was a goner. She knew she couldn’t survive the battle if she gave it her all. And though she is no longer here, her memory survives within three people she saved during the battle.” But they never mention the name of the three supposedly rescued people nor have they released his mother’s name or allowed a hint of her true identity and Shuujin is now conscious enough to understand that, while the church had good intentions in protecting his mother’s image, she and his father were likely young, unabashed, and foolish when he was conceived.

He stifles that light nagging urge in his heart to search for his blood relatives under the fear that they could remain as such.

Growing up as a child in the foster care system, Shuu has learned that nothing in life is ever permanent, with the exclusion of his name. Under social services, he’s been transferred to various homes with various families and various family dynamics but, somehow, someway, he always finds himself returned to the Church of Konohagakure. The incidences that lead to his removal from a foster family are numerous, going from his fault to the incompatibility of the family’s, and, around his double digit years, he gave up on the idea of the system. Too tired of being picked up here, dropped off there, promised “This time will be different” and “it’s for the better”, only to repeat the process again when his host family became exhausted with his antics, Shuu tried to seek constant residence with the Konoha Church and, though he didn’t always win his way, he sure could try.

One of his methods of making himself heard was joining the odd jobs industry at eleven. He was a small guy during that age, only a tiny bit of his physical stature now, but a guy who worked hard to make nickels and pennies picking at nearby crop fields, churning butter, advertising for a restaurant, and the like to later donate to the church that continued to take him in. Social Services never got the hint or even acknowledged his efforts to gain some independence from federal involvement, continuing the now tedious task of finding foster homes for the boy, and he continued working and putting his sporadic salary into the crumbling church’s bank account. During those years of doing all the nasty jobs nobody really wanted to do, Shuu became acquainted with the many Konoha merchants and made quite a few friends. Friends who liked to gossip, talk about themselves and others.

One of the passing information he’d received from a bartender who enjoyed using Shuu as a waiter certainly changed his life. Tilting his head to the left, the bartender, forehead usually wrinkled with jovial festivities, simply folded in intense examination, an expression Shuujin honestly wasn’t accustomed to on the friendly old man’s visage. It especially made him uncomfortable when he realized the bartender was affixed onto him as he was cleaning cups and Shuu tried to keep his duties up, ignoring to the best of his abilities.

“Your eyes really are silver…” An astonished gasp, as if he’d just discovered Martians or something akin to extraordinary.

A nod escaped from Shuujin, along with a relaxed chortled. “Yes sir. Most people don’t notice but,” Lifting his head up to stare at his unique eye shade reflect off the mirror, he smiled, “My eyes are brown with speckles of silver in them. I’d like to think they’re from my mother. ”

The bartender hesitated for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip in contemplation of whether or not he really wanted to release the juicy news. Evidentially, he made up his mind quickly, approaching Shuu and pausing the flowing facet, trying to smile kindly as Shuu’s shocked (now established) silver speckled brown irises met his. “I disagree.”

Shuu cautiously starred at the bartender, taking an intense interest in his eyes, making sure they were not a duplicate of his pupils. Luckily, it didn’t appear as if the lowly bartender was about to utter “I am your father, Shuu” in all the paradoxical drama a soap opera could afford. Still, he had this look in his eyes like he knew something that pertained to his father. Shuujin wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted to hear the news but, in that stretch of a second, the only word he could manage was…

“Why?”

There was a man roaming around this Earth that was growing infamous around the local villages in recent months, Konoha included. He was well versed in the art of slaughter, though only tended to do it for commissions, and he belonged to no village, running a mercenary business, though he clearly utilized ninja techniques with chakra, seals, and the likes, with reports of Konoha specific jutsus, suggesting former affiliation with the village. This simple man known under the alias of Gin also owned impeccable hazel eyes with a rare addition of silver speckles. Gin could, possibly, be Shuujin’s father, and that fact propelled his interest into the shinobi business Konoha is well known for. Eventually, after some prodding from church officials, co-workers, and other people who have been exposed to his working demeanor, he decided to propose his enrollment into the Konoha Ninja Academy to his current foster family, the Takashi clan, and they quickly set out to arrange his late entrance into the Academy.

As for his academy years, there’s not much to extol. As a fourteen-year-old upon entrance, Shuujin had the advantage of being much more physically mature, having a vocabulary, and an understanding that paste is not a delicacy. For many of the concepts, such as hand signs, chakra manipulation, stamina, and the like, he had no issues with. For the application of chakra into the basic jutsu of Henge, Bunshin, and (Insert K-switching jutsu Japanese name here), he was fair for a person unexposed to the use of chakra. And, for P.E., he absolutely smited the young'uns. His graduation came quickly and here he is now, a Genin of Konoha, with still no idea if he really wants to pursue this angle of career.

Rp Sample:

Shuu prodded at the grease stains in his… Ahh, soup, the distinctly more opaque liquid dancing abstractly by the whim of his fork, which he absently had swimming in the soup, starring at the opposite wall. So caught in his thoughts, so intense were his blank hazel irises trained on the interesting spot of nasty mold on the otherwise beige wall, so many of his illustrative thoughts caught upon that health hazard growing on the pub wall that Shuu’s rotund slab of pork in the middle of his plate had not been touched yet, the charred black and crusting piece of protein dropping flakes of ripe obsidian into the caramel seas below, left to float aimlessly along the currents of Shuu’s silverware. The bartender had to look upon the image with slight sympathy, because that pork was not cheap for a waiter’s salary and, if he knew his employee would lose his appetite due to the mention of his father, he would’ve withheld the information until that pork had been scuffed down.

Oddly enough, he wasn’t sympathetic enough to completely waiver the fee. That was, nevertheless, a perfectly edible bowl of cooked (overcooked) pig dipped in mystery sauce and since Shuujin’s fork had already touched the dish, heck, drew figure eights out of the grease pools, there could be no refund on his meal.

Moving on though, Shuujin’s father… The boy had to sigh. It was more like his potential father who owned the same eyes as Shuujin was out and about in this large world as a shinobi. His father, his pops, daddy; Those words hadn’t entered Shuujin’s mind in years. Not since he was eight, sitting on a nun’s lap, enquiring about his dad. He’d heard stories about his mother, plenty, but never a wink about his father. She’d said, with all good intentions, that Shuujin had a heavenly father and that much should’ve sufficed. The answer sated the boy until now, when he was recently reminded that his dad may not be a wholly fictitious element of his life. Well, the closest real answer to the identity of this man, however, lay in a mercenary who’d abandoned the village some years ago and was now a hired executor for some wealthy people who wanted to stay under the radar.

Did he really care to know a dad who killed to earn money? Shuu was able to ignore the fact he was abandoned, it honestly didn’t affect the boy, but could he accept a father who killed for a living? Or would this man accept Shuu, for all his weaknesses?

The former question was easy enough to answer. Shuujin had been around, as an employee for various industries, as a regular church participant… and as a convenient sponge for shinobi during weak moments of intoxications or emotional overload, where they’d dispel personal stories- Stories of hideous regrets, skeletons from the closet, fear and paranoia, terror, the works of being a ninja. Konoha ninjas sometimes did terrible things and Shuu had been able to forgive them, each and every one who had to stay until the late hours at the bar to try to drink their way into oblivion, as so many around him were doing. So, if he ever met his father, maybe he and Shuu would get along well together… Maybe.

In the first place, how was he suppose to meet his dad? Track him down as a Jounin? Pssh… Like that would ever happen. Chortling inwardly, Shuujin lifted his fork, shook some excess oil from the prongs, and zoned on a dart board he knew would be tacked onto an adjacent wall. A circle painted, from the center to the edges, with red, yellow, blue, and green stripes, stood staring at Shuu and the waiter knew he would be lucky to even graze any of those primary colors, likely to plant the silverware into the wood some several feet beside the green edges entirely, owe the bartender some trivial fee, and get kicked out for nearly killing a patron in the process. Thus, as Shuujin shut his eyelids and swiftly sent the fork flying with a flick of his wrist, he didn’t dare glance at the dartboard, almost certain of his failure at stimulating a kunai toss. Judging from the reactions of the other customers, all wide-eyed and gaping, he assumed reality did not disappoint his imagination.

Shuujin… A ninja? Ninja warrior Shuu? Shuujin, the Jounin? He wasn’t certain whether the world would die from laughter or tears from those possibility, maybe a combination of the two. So, with a slight smirk caught on his lips at his muses, Shuu took one last look at his undisturbed slab of pork, deposited some coins onto the bar table, and made to leave the bar, the notion of his father, and his acrobatic fork, leaving it all behind without a single glance back, all his uncertainties intact but somewhat tickled now.

Too bad.

Someone, a regular of the bar who kept tabs on the ninja census and unwound here every Friday, lightly gripped the handle of the fork, still absolutely astonished, as he picked the offending piece of silver from out of the painted plastic. Red coated plastic. Shuujin had hit the mark, some right of what might be considered dead center. And, perhaps, this was some sort of sign from the deity above Shuujin held in high esteem, however, the man with the fork had only one thought in his mind as he settled into Shuu’s now vacant seat, asking for another fork and drooling at the untouched pork centerpiece left on the plate.

“Beginner’s luck?”

I need to straighten out some jutsu details, like the ranks, elements, and actual Japanese names for my oh-so-sweltering jutsu list, but I figure I should let you guys rip apart the history and stuff so I can also edit that once I have the jutsu information prepared. Well than, let the carnage begin :p

Lol, well unfortunately, I have no real corrections for you, but I would like to inform you that having the japanese names for your jutsus are not manditory, but always welcome. You are very through and I personally look forward to meeting your character. I say that your approved.

Thanks
Hodaka Hyuuga

(P.S.) If you would just like to have the japanese names of your jutsus just because let me know and I will add them later.

It's been a week so...

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Uh, why hasn't people approved this fully?

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