Name: Burittsu Yuki
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Village: Kiri
Rank: Genin
Title: Blitz
Clan: https://thegladiusrp.forumotion.com/t80-yuki
Bloodline: Hyoton
Element(s): Fuuton, Suiton
Skill(s): Ninjutsu, Kenjutsu
Stats
Unique Abilities:
Appearance: Burittsu stands at the height of six foot flat with his brown skin tone that glows a bronze underneath the sun making his appearance outside darker than when he is inside facilities. He was indeed a different type of character, one that can be easily pointed out within the village. His hair color matched that of his eyes both being navy blue he had short air that sometimes if left untreated would cover his field of view. With a lean muscular build to carry his body he was indeed sore thumb poking out within the ninja ranks.
History: Growing up on a farm outside of the Village Hidden In The Mist was a boy named Burittsu Yuki who strived to become an excellent shinobi and serve nothing more but the village and its people. Everyday he followed in his late fathers footsteps in becoming a fierce and cunning warrior, maybe one where everyone can conquer their fears when he steps on the battlefield. He lusted for the chance to become a shinobi and worthy wielder of one of the blades that belonged to one of the great Seven Swordsmen it was all a dream after all. One night he awoke to fire throughout his home at the time it was only him and his mother as the sound of screams echoed from outside the smell of smoke and rotten flesh mixed the air his only response was his lungs grasping for some salvation. The fire itself already consumed most of his room; if his mother was alive she would have come to the rescue and before it even spread this far reality became clear in such a short time. Reaching towards the other side of his bed he pulled out what seemed to be a katana one meant for a someone larger and older the last memory he would ever have of a family was a weapon used to cut down the lives of others. Causing their families to feel his pain quickly throwing the blade out the window first and leaping out second himself leaving behind everything else to burn. Landing on the ground outside it seemed the only thing left for him was to attempt to make it the village but what could he do? The screams and cries of families being split apart tore open into the night sky. It seemed hope was lost for this village and the people who had lived there as it seemed all was lost he could only hug the katana keeping it close to his heart even if he died he would make sure he gave them some type of fight. With all his pain holding him back from paying attention to his surroundings the village was silent it happened in only a couple of moments but all he was allowed to see was a set of shadow like figures off in the distant three it seemed each with a white mask that seemed to be detailed with strange designs upon each mask was the symbol of the greatest nation itself. Well too Burittsu at least it was on this night that his journey would begin from where they would place the survivors of this tragic event his chance had come to stand and avenge everything he lost.
Personality: Burittsu stays to himself nearly all the time as what might seem cold and distant but to himself he is simply protecting the one thing that really only mattered was his sanity trusting others never came easy to him so he found it easier to remain unattached to people by removing himself from the equation going off to do his own thing most of the time. Even with all his walls up he was only human after all he has his mind set on being the Mizukage so seeing the death of any of his comrades would indeed light the fire to the beast. He only speaks when spoken too, only speaking his mind when he thinks it's needed depending on the situation at hand if not he'll let someone else take the lead and run off their plan with a little modifications made to improve his own way of handling the task at hand. When he is alone he talks to himself as if there was actually another person standing in front of him replying back maybe it was the stress but he continues to talk to himself especially when he is on a solo mission. He enjoys quiet walks every night patrolling the village when on the move he can be found in secluded places with his fathers sword in hand training himself to become the next target on everyone's list welcoming every challenge win or lose.
Roleplay Sample: The snow was dense as the forest began to sing its song the sun itself was long gone as the blue from the sky faded into black supported by the stars of the universe blessing the humans of the world a show of cosmic levels. The snow covered up the path that led from village to village making it dangerous to anyone that was not familiar with the land such as those crossing from unfamiliar lands. The animals of the land tend to hunt in packs so it was fair warning to everyone and anyone that they must not travel alone but one young shinobi never cared for the rules it seemed if it was a way for him to grow even stronger he would grasp at the chance and hold on tight. Lately the wolves have been picking off wandering shinobi and travelers leaving the villages at night most of them get lost and either meet the pack or die from the weather conditions. The moon light danced upon the ground revealing footprints not deep into the snow but still easy enough to notice the boy could only crack a smile as the stray cloud covered the area in front of him but it was clear to anyone that was skilled enough to hold their own against mother nature the darkness held many surprises. As the cloud moved slowly allowing the light to once again bless the land it now began to expose the hero of this story as his eyes glowed in the dark the color of navy blue being easily seen through the darkness that now only replied back with six eyes of yellow. As the cloud began to make its way the moonlight did it's job revealing the man who stood at the height of six foot with a brown skin tone that only reflected off the moonlight giving him a darker outlook he only began to laugh. His clothing was simple shinobi armor that is given to those who came in rank and now serve those who are closest to the power everyone is hunting for they called it "Anbu'' to Burittsu it was only a name that put the fear in those who weren't ready for such power. His navy blue hair danced slightly in the air as a calm breeze pushed them around with his eye color being similar to his hair it all seemed to fit in perfectly for his type of build tall and light on the muscles making his movements themselves easier on his body. Placing his hand on the hilt of his fathers blade it was sheathed in a blue and white holder as the hilt was wrapped in white bandages with only a grin on his face it seemed as the boy himself was annoyed slightly but who could tell he was being sent on such low missions it seemed as if they forgot his worth. Well killing off the last of the wolves in the area seemed a good way to remind the people much he cared by still accepting such low missions.
The light now showed the creatures of the land three fully grown large males one with grey and white fur as the other two shined bright both white as snow it seemed a father was protecting his family its was also a moment of weakness since they had to depend on their animal instinct and come all at once to face off against him. The animals were smart; they survived in a world such as this for this long only due to their survival. This itself excited the shinobi causing his smile to widen. He was intrigued to see how he would survive this battle. Would he slash their bodies in one fierce move or would he finish them off in a way they would be honored time was on the move as the three predators began to growl with intent to attack at any moment the distance between the boy and the beasts was at least twenty four feet away from him giving him time to clap hi hands together. He chose the path but his movements themselves triggered the siren as the three wolves began to close in the gap between them and their prey but they also triggered a siren inside the boy the sound of cries were quickly tossed up filling the quiet space in the air. As their cries echoed through the land reminding all creatures that there was a predator on the hunt once more, one that is always sent on missions because he is an animal himself, one who challenges any and all no matter the fear that screamed in his heart he steps to every battle ready for the outcome. The three wolves were each punctured and pierced right through with seemed to be large icicles each easily the size of four year old child looking upon the bodies the only thing that was left was the small pants of their breath leaving the world as the only one breathing was the father it seemed his young couldn't embrace the pain like he did. The young man looked at his kill first at its fur grey and white really seemed ideal for such a monster he finally gazed at its eyes before letting the beast die he only returned a smile and a quick thumbs up before watching the final light fade away from the husk that now was on the ground. Bowing his head in respect for a mere moment he honored the death of the three who attempted to take his life this night but the alpha lived to see another battle turning his back from the mess he caused he allowed nature to do its work and handle the bodies accordingly. Taking a deep breath before leaving the area once more he placed both his palms calmly together as in a matter of seconds snow began to fall from the heavens each slowly being a blanket to the corpses that were being left behind. His next place to visit was the back to the office to report on his mission. His name was Burittsu Yuki.
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Village: Kiri
Rank: Genin
Title: Blitz
Clan: https://thegladiusrp.forumotion.com/t80-yuki
Bloodline: Hyoton
Element(s): Fuuton, Suiton
Skill(s): Ninjutsu, Kenjutsu
Stats
- Strength: D
- Constitution: D
- Stamina: D
- Speed: C
- Coordination: C
- Intelligence: D
- Perception: D
Unique Abilities:
Appearance: Burittsu stands at the height of six foot flat with his brown skin tone that glows a bronze underneath the sun making his appearance outside darker than when he is inside facilities. He was indeed a different type of character, one that can be easily pointed out within the village. His hair color matched that of his eyes both being navy blue he had short air that sometimes if left untreated would cover his field of view. With a lean muscular build to carry his body he was indeed sore thumb poking out within the ninja ranks.
History: Growing up on a farm outside of the Village Hidden In The Mist was a boy named Burittsu Yuki who strived to become an excellent shinobi and serve nothing more but the village and its people. Everyday he followed in his late fathers footsteps in becoming a fierce and cunning warrior, maybe one where everyone can conquer their fears when he steps on the battlefield. He lusted for the chance to become a shinobi and worthy wielder of one of the blades that belonged to one of the great Seven Swordsmen it was all a dream after all. One night he awoke to fire throughout his home at the time it was only him and his mother as the sound of screams echoed from outside the smell of smoke and rotten flesh mixed the air his only response was his lungs grasping for some salvation. The fire itself already consumed most of his room; if his mother was alive she would have come to the rescue and before it even spread this far reality became clear in such a short time. Reaching towards the other side of his bed he pulled out what seemed to be a katana one meant for a someone larger and older the last memory he would ever have of a family was a weapon used to cut down the lives of others. Causing their families to feel his pain quickly throwing the blade out the window first and leaping out second himself leaving behind everything else to burn. Landing on the ground outside it seemed the only thing left for him was to attempt to make it the village but what could he do? The screams and cries of families being split apart tore open into the night sky. It seemed hope was lost for this village and the people who had lived there as it seemed all was lost he could only hug the katana keeping it close to his heart even if he died he would make sure he gave them some type of fight. With all his pain holding him back from paying attention to his surroundings the village was silent it happened in only a couple of moments but all he was allowed to see was a set of shadow like figures off in the distant three it seemed each with a white mask that seemed to be detailed with strange designs upon each mask was the symbol of the greatest nation itself. Well too Burittsu at least it was on this night that his journey would begin from where they would place the survivors of this tragic event his chance had come to stand and avenge everything he lost.
Personality: Burittsu stays to himself nearly all the time as what might seem cold and distant but to himself he is simply protecting the one thing that really only mattered was his sanity trusting others never came easy to him so he found it easier to remain unattached to people by removing himself from the equation going off to do his own thing most of the time. Even with all his walls up he was only human after all he has his mind set on being the Mizukage so seeing the death of any of his comrades would indeed light the fire to the beast. He only speaks when spoken too, only speaking his mind when he thinks it's needed depending on the situation at hand if not he'll let someone else take the lead and run off their plan with a little modifications made to improve his own way of handling the task at hand. When he is alone he talks to himself as if there was actually another person standing in front of him replying back maybe it was the stress but he continues to talk to himself especially when he is on a solo mission. He enjoys quiet walks every night patrolling the village when on the move he can be found in secluded places with his fathers sword in hand training himself to become the next target on everyone's list welcoming every challenge win or lose.
Roleplay Sample: The snow was dense as the forest began to sing its song the sun itself was long gone as the blue from the sky faded into black supported by the stars of the universe blessing the humans of the world a show of cosmic levels. The snow covered up the path that led from village to village making it dangerous to anyone that was not familiar with the land such as those crossing from unfamiliar lands. The animals of the land tend to hunt in packs so it was fair warning to everyone and anyone that they must not travel alone but one young shinobi never cared for the rules it seemed if it was a way for him to grow even stronger he would grasp at the chance and hold on tight. Lately the wolves have been picking off wandering shinobi and travelers leaving the villages at night most of them get lost and either meet the pack or die from the weather conditions. The moon light danced upon the ground revealing footprints not deep into the snow but still easy enough to notice the boy could only crack a smile as the stray cloud covered the area in front of him but it was clear to anyone that was skilled enough to hold their own against mother nature the darkness held many surprises. As the cloud moved slowly allowing the light to once again bless the land it now began to expose the hero of this story as his eyes glowed in the dark the color of navy blue being easily seen through the darkness that now only replied back with six eyes of yellow. As the cloud began to make its way the moonlight did it's job revealing the man who stood at the height of six foot with a brown skin tone that only reflected off the moonlight giving him a darker outlook he only began to laugh. His clothing was simple shinobi armor that is given to those who came in rank and now serve those who are closest to the power everyone is hunting for they called it "Anbu'' to Burittsu it was only a name that put the fear in those who weren't ready for such power. His navy blue hair danced slightly in the air as a calm breeze pushed them around with his eye color being similar to his hair it all seemed to fit in perfectly for his type of build tall and light on the muscles making his movements themselves easier on his body. Placing his hand on the hilt of his fathers blade it was sheathed in a blue and white holder as the hilt was wrapped in white bandages with only a grin on his face it seemed as the boy himself was annoyed slightly but who could tell he was being sent on such low missions it seemed as if they forgot his worth. Well killing off the last of the wolves in the area seemed a good way to remind the people much he cared by still accepting such low missions.
The light now showed the creatures of the land three fully grown large males one with grey and white fur as the other two shined bright both white as snow it seemed a father was protecting his family its was also a moment of weakness since they had to depend on their animal instinct and come all at once to face off against him. The animals were smart; they survived in a world such as this for this long only due to their survival. This itself excited the shinobi causing his smile to widen. He was intrigued to see how he would survive this battle. Would he slash their bodies in one fierce move or would he finish them off in a way they would be honored time was on the move as the three predators began to growl with intent to attack at any moment the distance between the boy and the beasts was at least twenty four feet away from him giving him time to clap hi hands together. He chose the path but his movements themselves triggered the siren as the three wolves began to close in the gap between them and their prey but they also triggered a siren inside the boy the sound of cries were quickly tossed up filling the quiet space in the air. As their cries echoed through the land reminding all creatures that there was a predator on the hunt once more, one that is always sent on missions because he is an animal himself, one who challenges any and all no matter the fear that screamed in his heart he steps to every battle ready for the outcome. The three wolves were each punctured and pierced right through with seemed to be large icicles each easily the size of four year old child looking upon the bodies the only thing that was left was the small pants of their breath leaving the world as the only one breathing was the father it seemed his young couldn't embrace the pain like he did. The young man looked at his kill first at its fur grey and white really seemed ideal for such a monster he finally gazed at its eyes before letting the beast die he only returned a smile and a quick thumbs up before watching the final light fade away from the husk that now was on the ground. Bowing his head in respect for a mere moment he honored the death of the three who attempted to take his life this night but the alpha lived to see another battle turning his back from the mess he caused he allowed nature to do its work and handle the bodies accordingly. Taking a deep breath before leaving the area once more he placed both his palms calmly together as in a matter of seconds snow began to fall from the heavens each slowly being a blanket to the corpses that were being left behind. His next place to visit was the back to the office to report on his mission. His name was Burittsu Yuki.
