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Post by ××[ JAE ] on Sept 6, 2008 16:55:13 GMT -5
NAME •• Hagane Hatoko[/i], is not his given name, but the one that he has come to be called. It means, in essence, dove child. His surname is not his original surname either. Due to certain circumstances, using that name became an honor that he could not attain. Instead, as an allusion to his powers, his surname is Hagane, roughly meaning steel.[/ul]AGE •• thirteen
GENDER •• male
RANK •• genin
VILLAGE •• konohagakure no sato [ village hidden in the leaves ]
APPEARANCE ••
PERSONALITY ••
HISTORY ••
OTHER •• Because he came to Konoha when he was twelve and finished his Academy education soon after he turned thirteen, in his team he will most likely be grouped with shinobi a year younger than him.
WEAPONS ••
KNOWN+JUTSUS ••
: an array of explosive markers are jointly placed around the boundary
of an area. If any opponent walks through the boundary, the seals will
activate and explode.
rank[e] Body Flicker Technique [Shunshin no Jutsu]
: used to momentarily boost the user's reflexes and to move short
distances at an almost untraceable speed.
rank[e] Cloak of Invisibility Technique [Kakuremino no Jutsu]
: utilizes a cloak or a piece of cloth and help a ninja blend into an object,
making them invisible.
rank[e] Clone Technique [Bunshin no Jutsu]
: user creates a simple, illusionary copies of themselves that dissipate
when they come into contact with something. The clones have no impact
on their surroundings, making them easily distinguishable.
rank[e] Exploding Tag: Activate [Jibaku Fuda: Kassei]
: used to remotely detonate an explosive.
rank[?] Release [Kai]
: used to "cancel" or "release" genjutsu.
rank[e] Replacement Jutsu [Kawarimi no Jutsu]
: allows the user to quickly switch places with a nearby object
to either escape or distract opponents. While logs are typically used
for this jutsu, anything can act as the replacement, people included.
rank[e] Rope Untying Technique [Nawanuke no Jutsu]
: allows the user to escape from their confinements.
rank[e] Transformation Technique [Henge no Jutsu]
: user can assume the appearance of any person, animal, or object.
Credit to Wikipedia for the above jutsu descriptions.[/ul]
MAIN+FIGHTING+STYLE •• In truth, Hatoko is not as practiced in using the ___ fighting techniques as his sister. He is still in the process of refining his Kekki Genkai skills. However, during his short time in Konoha, he has demonstrated that he understands well the importance of teamwork and cooperation. His year-long study at the Konoha Academy also provided him with more advanced knowledge of the rules of the shinobi as well as basic ninja techniques – all skills and information that his sister lacks.
Though he doesn't have much fighting experience as of yet, Hatoko already seems to prefer ninjutsu over taijutsu. He tends to avoid close-range fighting; this is not a result of weak resolve or fear, but because hand-to-hand combat is not his forte. It is a debilitation that he wishes to abolish through harsh, focused training in the near future. Though his taijutsu skills are passable, he somehow knows that, in coming conflicts, even a seemingly insignificant weakness may decide the outcome of a battle.
EXAMPLE+OF+WRITING ••
This was for an Ouran High School Host Club role play site that became inactive.
I never got to post it...
Lenses tinted with sepia, bordered by thick plastic frames of black, served to conceal cerulean hues and to mask the expression of discomfort shrouded in their depths. The owner of the aforementioned eyes absentmindedly brushed a stray hair back from her face. In truth, it wouldn't do her flaxen locks justice to call any single strand a "stray" one. Rather, the entire head of hair was "stray" in a sense -- wild, wiry, and only restrained by innumerable white hair clips, including the large one, with shape akin to a plus sign, that was more fashionable than it was functional.
Despite the warm weather, long cotton sleeves with thick, neon-colored stripes alternating with equally thick black ones hugged her arms, extending from the body of a turtlenecked shirt bearing the same pattern. Over this article of clothing, she wore a denim dress. Fashioned after overalls, it was slightly loose, but still somehow managed to enhance the slight curves of her body. The hem fell about mid-thigh, underneath which leggings with the same black-neon striped pattern ran down to just below her knee.
The girl slid a hand down her side, both smoothing the dress and wiping sweat from her palm. Her anxious eyes, gazing through the translucent lenses, were directed at her feet, upon which had been slipped shiny black shoes with four-inch stiletto heels -- an inch higher than usual, she noted. The blond had been taught to dance with heels three inches high, but could barely keep steady with this pair. It was a curious situation, perhaps, but the girl felt that that extra inch made a significant difference.
Saki's gaze shifted back to her surroundings, and she took off the black-rimmed shades, causing the world to lose its russet tint and reclaim its true colors. Her thumb slid across one of the lenses, leaving a smear of sweat and oil in its wake. She really detested wearing these things, especially indoors and in the dark. Her manager insisted it was for her own well-being -- so that no one would recognize her as the ever-popular SUTA-chan. However, Saki felt that wearing sunglasses only caused her to appear all the more conspicuous.
And these clothes? Of course, Saki hadn't picked them out. Her personal costumer had... and that's just what that woman was -- she chose the costumes Saki would don upon going to resume her great act. Good grief, she hated being dressed by other people. The girl wouldn't mind just throwing on a pair of jeans, a camisole, and a large zip-up hoodie and being done with it. Perhaps this is what her talent agency had feared and the reason they had assigned her with a person to pick out clothes for her to wear.
Well, it was this type of oppression that she hoped, following her enrollment here at Ouran, to be stripped of. Perhaps it was strange for a pop-star to be going to an upper-crust school like this, but she didn't care. As long as she would be able to make her own decisions and to be a more independent, she would be content.
She took a few tentative steps forward, quite unsure of where she was going and hoping that, if she kept on walking, she would regain her bearings. Ugh. Curses to her disastrously poor sense of direction. She could have requested an escort, but had insisted on going alone, thinking, How hard could it be to find the main office?
Well, she had found it the first time, but the chairman had told her to go take a look around campus (though not without reminding her that school was in session). And she had done that, walking in one direction down one hallway. She was perfectly oriented, until reaching a four-way intersection with a domed ceiling. At this point she had looked up, marveling at its detailed paintings and the circular skylight at the top.
She had spun round and round, attempting to view the beautiful curving lines from all angles, and when she had had enough and looked back down, every one of the four directions appeared exactly the same. She had gotten herself, in a matter of seconds, completely lost. So, trusting her gut feeling, she had taken a random direction and began walking... and kept walking... and walking...
Her gut feeling had proven to be very unreliable.
Saki leaned against the windowsill of one of the hallway's unnecessarily large plate glass windows in an attempt to temporarily relieve her aching feet. However, one of the few students still wandering the halls gave her an all too scrutinizing look and, fearing that she would be recognized, Saki hastily put the shades back in place and walked quickly away.
Then, it came to her. Perhaps, if she could get outside, she would be able to find the tell-tale clock tower from which she believed the chairman conducted his business. Ah, just her luck! She spotted a pair of glass doors leading to the outside up ahead of her. She quickly, but steadily, made her way toward the exit. She burst out the doors and... and realized that the clock tower was nowhere in sight.
Well, perhaps the best course of action would be to ask someone. Hm, she disliked asking favors of strangers. Nevertheless, Saki looked around the courtyard for students, and the first people she spotted, sitting near a beautifully sculpted fountain, were three students wearing Ouran's boy's uniform. Saki approached them at a gap between the tallest one and the medium-sized one. She stopped a meter or so away from them before she began to speak.
“Ano,” she said hesitantly but audibly in an attempt to gain their attention. Ah! Would it be rude of her to talk with them wearing sunglasses. Yes, she should take them off.
“Excuse me, I was wonder—”
The following sequence of events happened so fast that it almost seemed to go in slow motion.
She had fully taken off her shades, folded them in her hands, then looked back up at the boys. Her eyes took in a magnificent sight. These three students, enveloped in sunlight, seemed to give off an otherworldly radiance and, in that moment, they looked entirely too beautiful and dazzling to be human. So dazzling, in fact, that the stunned girl's tongue abruptly fell silent and she lost her footing. The thin heel of her left foot slipped into a crevice of the cobblestoned floor. Her ankle wobbled then twisted, causing her to fall forward.
Saki's left hand instinctively flew out in an attempt to gain purchase of anything that would stop her fall, while her right hand strayed in front of her face to cushion the impact against the ground. Though it couldn't grab hold, her left hand brushed against something – the plate of ripe, red, juicy strawberries – with enough force to tip the dining-ware, launching half of its contents directly at Haruhi and sending the remainder rolling across the courtyard ground.
Incidentally, Saki had landed with both hands out to catch her fall, the sunglasses snapping in half under her weight. She winced as a sharp pain shot up her leg. However, when her eyes spotted a red strawberry before her, and then saw the magnitude of the mess she had made, all pain was temporarily forgotten.
The girl dragged herself over to the bulk of the mess, and quickly began to pick up the strawberries, one by one, and put them on the plate that had clattered to the ground. She began to mutter under her breath, fast-paced words audible only to those with superb hearing and perceptiveness. “Oh, lord. I wonder if I could wash them off? Would that be too dirty for high-class people? No, no, that wouldn't do. What should I do then? Oh, I don't know, I don't know...”
She began to pluck strawberries from Haruhi's lap, and a swath of crimson rushed to her cheeks as she stammered in embarrassment, loud enough for all three to hear, “I-I'm s-so sorry ab-bout this.” She couldn't bring herself to look the dazzling creatures in the eye, but glanced up at them before mumbling one last thought. “Ach, I bet I interrupted something really important...”
In these situations, Saki usually tended to overreact. She never really had interrupted anything important before, but this time she happened to hit the nail on the head. With her outstretched arm and subsequent crashing to the ground, she had sliced the tendons of conversation between the three cleanly in half. Any semblance of their former topic would probably float away on the wind now... only to return at another time.
Saki reached for another strawberry, face tinted nearly the same color as the delicious fruit.
What an introduction to Ouran.
Despite the warm weather, long cotton sleeves with thick, neon-colored stripes alternating with equally thick black ones hugged her arms, extending from the body of a turtlenecked shirt bearing the same pattern. Over this article of clothing, she wore a denim dress. Fashioned after overalls, it was slightly loose, but still somehow managed to enhance the slight curves of her body. The hem fell about mid-thigh, underneath which leggings with the same black-neon striped pattern ran down to just below her knee.
The girl slid a hand down her side, both smoothing the dress and wiping sweat from her palm. Her anxious eyes, gazing through the translucent lenses, were directed at her feet, upon which had been slipped shiny black shoes with four-inch stiletto heels -- an inch higher than usual, she noted. The blond had been taught to dance with heels three inches high, but could barely keep steady with this pair. It was a curious situation, perhaps, but the girl felt that that extra inch made a significant difference.
Saki's gaze shifted back to her surroundings, and she took off the black-rimmed shades, causing the world to lose its russet tint and reclaim its true colors. Her thumb slid across one of the lenses, leaving a smear of sweat and oil in its wake. She really detested wearing these things, especially indoors and in the dark. Her manager insisted it was for her own well-being -- so that no one would recognize her as the ever-popular SUTA-chan. However, Saki felt that wearing sunglasses only caused her to appear all the more conspicuous.
And these clothes? Of course, Saki hadn't picked them out. Her personal costumer had... and that's just what that woman was -- she chose the costumes Saki would don upon going to resume her great act. Good grief, she hated being dressed by other people. The girl wouldn't mind just throwing on a pair of jeans, a camisole, and a large zip-up hoodie and being done with it. Perhaps this is what her talent agency had feared and the reason they had assigned her with a person to pick out clothes for her to wear.
Well, it was this type of oppression that she hoped, following her enrollment here at Ouran, to be stripped of. Perhaps it was strange for a pop-star to be going to an upper-crust school like this, but she didn't care. As long as she would be able to make her own decisions and to be a more independent, she would be content.
She took a few tentative steps forward, quite unsure of where she was going and hoping that, if she kept on walking, she would regain her bearings. Ugh. Curses to her disastrously poor sense of direction. She could have requested an escort, but had insisted on going alone, thinking, How hard could it be to find the main office?
Well, she had found it the first time, but the chairman had told her to go take a look around campus (though not without reminding her that school was in session). And she had done that, walking in one direction down one hallway. She was perfectly oriented, until reaching a four-way intersection with a domed ceiling. At this point she had looked up, marveling at its detailed paintings and the circular skylight at the top.
She had spun round and round, attempting to view the beautiful curving lines from all angles, and when she had had enough and looked back down, every one of the four directions appeared exactly the same. She had gotten herself, in a matter of seconds, completely lost. So, trusting her gut feeling, she had taken a random direction and began walking... and kept walking... and walking...
Her gut feeling had proven to be very unreliable.
Saki leaned against the windowsill of one of the hallway's unnecessarily large plate glass windows in an attempt to temporarily relieve her aching feet. However, one of the few students still wandering the halls gave her an all too scrutinizing look and, fearing that she would be recognized, Saki hastily put the shades back in place and walked quickly away.
Then, it came to her. Perhaps, if she could get outside, she would be able to find the tell-tale clock tower from which she believed the chairman conducted his business. Ah, just her luck! She spotted a pair of glass doors leading to the outside up ahead of her. She quickly, but steadily, made her way toward the exit. She burst out the doors and... and realized that the clock tower was nowhere in sight.
Well, perhaps the best course of action would be to ask someone. Hm, she disliked asking favors of strangers. Nevertheless, Saki looked around the courtyard for students, and the first people she spotted, sitting near a beautifully sculpted fountain, were three students wearing Ouran's boy's uniform. Saki approached them at a gap between the tallest one and the medium-sized one. She stopped a meter or so away from them before she began to speak.
“Ano,” she said hesitantly but audibly in an attempt to gain their attention. Ah! Would it be rude of her to talk with them wearing sunglasses. Yes, she should take them off.
“Excuse me, I was wonder—”
The following sequence of events happened so fast that it almost seemed to go in slow motion.
She had fully taken off her shades, folded them in her hands, then looked back up at the boys. Her eyes took in a magnificent sight. These three students, enveloped in sunlight, seemed to give off an otherworldly radiance and, in that moment, they looked entirely too beautiful and dazzling to be human. So dazzling, in fact, that the stunned girl's tongue abruptly fell silent and she lost her footing. The thin heel of her left foot slipped into a crevice of the cobblestoned floor. Her ankle wobbled then twisted, causing her to fall forward.
Saki's left hand instinctively flew out in an attempt to gain purchase of anything that would stop her fall, while her right hand strayed in front of her face to cushion the impact against the ground. Though it couldn't grab hold, her left hand brushed against something – the plate of ripe, red, juicy strawberries – with enough force to tip the dining-ware, launching half of its contents directly at Haruhi and sending the remainder rolling across the courtyard ground.
Incidentally, Saki had landed with both hands out to catch her fall, the sunglasses snapping in half under her weight. She winced as a sharp pain shot up her leg. However, when her eyes spotted a red strawberry before her, and then saw the magnitude of the mess she had made, all pain was temporarily forgotten.
The girl dragged herself over to the bulk of the mess, and quickly began to pick up the strawberries, one by one, and put them on the plate that had clattered to the ground. She began to mutter under her breath, fast-paced words audible only to those with superb hearing and perceptiveness. “Oh, lord. I wonder if I could wash them off? Would that be too dirty for high-class people? No, no, that wouldn't do. What should I do then? Oh, I don't know, I don't know...”
She began to pluck strawberries from Haruhi's lap, and a swath of crimson rushed to her cheeks as she stammered in embarrassment, loud enough for all three to hear, “I-I'm s-so sorry ab-bout this.” She couldn't bring herself to look the dazzling creatures in the eye, but glanced up at them before mumbling one last thought. “Ach, I bet I interrupted something really important...”
In these situations, Saki usually tended to overreact. She never really had interrupted anything important before, but this time she happened to hit the nail on the head. With her outstretched arm and subsequent crashing to the ground, she had sliced the tendons of conversation between the three cleanly in half. Any semblance of their former topic would probably float away on the wind now... only to return at another time.
Saki reached for another strawberry, face tinted nearly the same color as the delicious fruit.
What an introduction to Ouran.
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