Clan: Nature Clan
Bloodline: Sage Transformation
Skill(s): Taijutsu, Ninjutsu
- Strength: D
- Constitution: D
- Stamina: D
- Speed: D
- Coordination: D
- Intelligence: D
- Perception: D
One-handed Seals: Pretty straightforward. A player may weave hand seals with only one hand. This results in a one tier loss of Coordination for that hand regarding hand seals.
Learning Class Advantage: A player may have access to learning technique one rank above of what their class allows. This early access must result in stunted growth forcing the player to spend an additional 10% experience to advance into the next class. This *can* be stacked with other modifiers (Sensei, Intelligence, etc..)
Stat Trading: A player may temporarily trade a stat in response to something in the environment, or that can be triggered manually. To do this the player must also debuff a stat for equal value (if you're going to raise a ++ you need to debuff a stat ++.) This debuffed stat must also be relevant to what the player is receiving the debuff for. This cannot be used to reach S-tier stats. [Strength -> Speed] (1 Tier)
Suguru is a tall, well-built figure. He is quite big in size, yet not really hulking. He has slightly dark skin, possibly the only remnant of his heritage except for an odd looking birthmark.
Suguru can easily be described as "wild looking", stained, ragged shirts with his brown hair being disheveled, a common sight on him, as he rarely has time to care of himself between running errands, training, and sleeping nor does he really care too much about his appearance most of the time.
Although he is rather energetic and serine when alone, in company he is reserved and fidgety; doing his best to contain his emotions and remain silent.
Suguru's lineage is unclear at best, yet he surely it is not one that comes from any great Clan. It has produced mostly merchants, farmers and such common people, albeit the odd shinobi there and there are to be found in his lineage, though none too remarkable to be remembered to this day.
Suguru never really had a family. His earliest memories were that on dingy rooms, day in and day out of mundane chores and barely lit classrooms. Nothing of significance happened in that time, alone with faces that stared at him, some replacing others yet they left him alone. And he was happy that way.
When he was of age, Suguru was enrolled in the academy; that was the way things were for all children his age. Moreover, that was the best chance at being something great in his life, Yet Suguru no grand expectations of it; it simply gave some color to his life and frankly, had no other prospects in life apart from running mundane jobs and chores.
His life so far had been pretty hard but it was not as hard as the Academy. It was not the new subjects or strict teachers. It was the new people; faces that wanted to talk to him. At first, he scurried alone, yet soon enough, he too wanted to mingle. Alas, he simply could not. His words would find themselves stuck in his throat, nothing more than a hoarse whisper, his hellos a mute wave that never got seen. He wanted to be alone all his life yet now, it seemed that it was not his want but simply because.
Things took a turn for better when Suguru found he had the knack for Taijutsu. He had nothing more than a bit of a stronger upper body, maybe due to his strenuous daily chores, maybe a mix of genetics. It was nothing special, yet it was just enough to make him feel the difference. Although most seemed to scoff at Taijutsu as "mundane" compared to what Ninjutsu could do, He felt like this was what he was made for. Up and Personal, giving your enemy a good beating. It required dedication and hard work yet, it uncovered a certain fun he never had before. Seeing as he had nothing better to do, he knew could do it.
Somehow balancing out chores, the academy and training, his slowly began building his Taijutsu. His grades were nothing spectacular, but he made it to the rank of Genin with few problems.
At this time too, his perversion began rearing its head, sending him into quite a turmoil and making things a bit more complicated. It got to the point where he simply had to leave the orphanage due to multiple incidents that occurred over the Spring of 929. It was a turn for the worst, yet Suguru now found himself being driven by an inner instinct, the same one that had been giving life to his body this whole time. With his meager belongings, nothing more than a fistful of Ryo, a pair of tinted glasses he had found in a pond, the clothes on his back and the good memories of that spring he found himself in the streets. One day sleeping on a bench, the other under the stars; it gave him some peace. Tomorrow was an uncertain prospect yet the wind in his hair, the sound of babbling brook and the trees rustling as he slept gave him solace unlike he ever found before.
Suguru is determined hard worker in his work, Genin is the only thing he really has. As a shinobi whose primary talent stems from his physical state, he trains more on whim than anything else, yet it his main way of passing time outside of earning his bread by running missions. Yet deep in him, there is that instinct would push him engage in far harder and more rigorous training than his everyday training, to prepare himself and his body for some upcoming challenge he still has to realize of. Suguru is strong willed shinobi yet has simple wants in life, not to be some great Shinobi or get acquire a flashy kekkei genkai or clan jutsu, but to find some peace and quiet without having to worry about having enough Ryo to last another day and simply relax, maybe even find enjoyment in what he does. A quiet, normal life.
Unfortunately, there is one foe that constantly threatens that dream. Not a man, disability or ideality. It is his extremely keen interest in the opposite sex, especially when they are in the various stages of undress. Unsurprisingly only brings discord to his life. If he is not training, on a mission or sleeping, there is a good chance that a little voice in his head is inviting him to peep on some poor maiden bathing in the river and more often than not, that poor maiden will get peeped on. It is not a coincidence that he spends most of his time lounging near the hot springs or finds himself up in some tree that would just happen to be located perfectly in view of bathing women, albeit it is not something he does totally on purpose. Even though he tries extremely hard to refrain from engaging in such underhanded activities, by keeping himself busy with training and missions, seeing as it is the main catalyst that pushes the dream of a quiet life further away than it already is, Erotic magazines and adult novels are not too cheap to get by and the same old can only sate his flaw for so long before he has to resort back to the real thing.
It is worth noting that Suguru has never been in a form of romantic relationship of any kind. A social outcast, he barely talks to any boys his age, let alone women. And even if he did, that same instinct that drives his perversion is also afraid of ending up under the boot of some woman and spending the rest of his life in misery wrapped around her finger.
Even though he tries hard to keep this perverse flaw in check, as soon as he sees a pair of breasts large enough, all these fears and restrains usually go out following the blood from his nose. It is undeniably a motivation for his actions and is one of the few things that push him out of his shell that he works so hard to stay in.
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