Name: Sinokira Tkalac
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Village: Wanderer
Rank: Genin
Title: None yet
Clan: Tsuchigumo Brood
Bloodline: Spider Nature
Element(s): N/A
Skill(s): Clan (1), Iryojutsu (1) Kyujutsu (1) Kuchiyose (1)=4 skill points Used
Stats 1650
Unique Abilities: None
Appearance: A rather lean looking young man, he is recognizable by his orange hair, spiked upwards and the curious black markings just below and towards the outside of his eyes. He typically wears a deep brown jumpsuit, with a white scarf weaved from his own silk. He also wears similarly white gloves made of the same material and black sandals. He typically has a bright, cheery expression on his face, and he prefers to hide his extra set of arms out of habit, only revealing them if it proves necessary to win a fight.
History: Born in the Tsuchigumo Clan, in the Tkalac caste, Sinokira was taught how to craft at an early age, along with his family. Upon hearing many of his clan members be endlessly praised for their strength and venom, he found his own skills rather lackluster, and ended up training in secret to develop his own fighting style. Without the naturally potent venom of his tribe, he improvised and discovered a curious capability seemingly unique to himself. The ability to harden the silk his tribe naturally produced into a “Sticky Gold” With some research, he learned of a ninja by the name of Kidomaru, and studying his method of fighting, Sinokira developed his own technique, forming his silk into sets of bows and arrows, strung with yet more silk.
Despite his discoveries, and after sharing them with his family, they elected to share his findings with his superiors to see if the warriors were interested in such a technique after all this time, instead of recommending Sinokira for missions, which resulted in the first time in his life where he disagreed directly and thus disobeyed his father. He fled from his household soon after, and decided to stick out on his own, seeing as his tribe and most importantly his family refused to understand him. Realizing his punishment would be severe, he fled home, preferring to chance living on his own than face his family again.
Personality: A spunky and eager learner, Sinokira prides himself on being a friendly face, even if he can be a bit overly formal at times. He has always had a hobby of carving things, into little toy dolls, either from wood or whatever material he could get his hands on. As such, at least one pair of his arms is often carving something in his spare time, either into simple shapes or little doll versions of whoever happens to be nearby, or someone from memory. With his arms disguised, his main two arms would be the ones carving carefully.
Despite his friendly nature, he is a rather cautious individual, preferring to plan ahead before doing anything rash and choosing his words carefully. This caution spreads from his sharp senses. Despite his otherwise caution, he is an eager learner, as new people and jutsus in the world fascinate him endlessly, as a result of his sheltered upbringing. He values independence and creativity above most things, as he has shattered his own sense of loyalty by leaving his tribe.
Roleplay Sample: A slender figure scrambled on all fours through the trees, grasping and vaulting off the branches of the trees in pursuit of it’s small prey. While two arms and two legs were dedicated to climbing and maneuvering about, four more limbs brandished twin shortbows and were stringing up an arrow for each. He still didn’t have the shot on the little animal, so right now he had to exhaust it. One thing was for certain, he had it’s trail. It wasn’t fast enough to lose him, which was all that mattered. He could tire it out, regardless of how agile it was.
Ninja waited for their opportunity instead of just throwing out random attacks, after all. His opportunity came in the form of the rabbit hopping up a nearby log, it’s paws slipping on the slick moss caking the old wood. Exhaling, he let an arrow fly, catching it in the side. Seeing it collapse, he saw it writhing on the ground and fired his second shot, this time to it’s head. He wouldn’t have the poor thing suffer because he was hungry. Swinging down and skidding along a tree trunk, he pranced up to the corpse, examining it for a moment, before pumping one of his fists, as his locomotion-based hands patted together, to get the dirt off. “Yes…! Sorry about that, little guy, but I need dinner.” he apologized, as he plucked the curiously yellow arrows from the creature’s corpse.
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Village: Wanderer
Rank: Genin
Title: None yet
Clan: Tsuchigumo Brood
Bloodline: Spider Nature
Element(s): N/A
Skill(s): Clan (1), Iryojutsu (1) Kyujutsu (1) Kuchiyose (1)=4 skill points Used
Stats 1650
- Strength: D 150
- Constitution: D 150
- Stamina: D 150
- Speed: D 150
- Coordination: C 450
- Intelligence: D 150
- Perception: C 450
1650 Stat points Used
Unique Abilities: None
Appearance: A rather lean looking young man, he is recognizable by his orange hair, spiked upwards and the curious black markings just below and towards the outside of his eyes. He typically wears a deep brown jumpsuit, with a white scarf weaved from his own silk. He also wears similarly white gloves made of the same material and black sandals. He typically has a bright, cheery expression on his face, and he prefers to hide his extra set of arms out of habit, only revealing them if it proves necessary to win a fight.
History: Born in the Tsuchigumo Clan, in the Tkalac caste, Sinokira was taught how to craft at an early age, along with his family. Upon hearing many of his clan members be endlessly praised for their strength and venom, he found his own skills rather lackluster, and ended up training in secret to develop his own fighting style. Without the naturally potent venom of his tribe, he improvised and discovered a curious capability seemingly unique to himself. The ability to harden the silk his tribe naturally produced into a “Sticky Gold” With some research, he learned of a ninja by the name of Kidomaru, and studying his method of fighting, Sinokira developed his own technique, forming his silk into sets of bows and arrows, strung with yet more silk.
Despite his discoveries, and after sharing them with his family, they elected to share his findings with his superiors to see if the warriors were interested in such a technique after all this time, instead of recommending Sinokira for missions, which resulted in the first time in his life where he disagreed directly and thus disobeyed his father. He fled from his household soon after, and decided to stick out on his own, seeing as his tribe and most importantly his family refused to understand him. Realizing his punishment would be severe, he fled home, preferring to chance living on his own than face his family again.
Personality: A spunky and eager learner, Sinokira prides himself on being a friendly face, even if he can be a bit overly formal at times. He has always had a hobby of carving things, into little toy dolls, either from wood or whatever material he could get his hands on. As such, at least one pair of his arms is often carving something in his spare time, either into simple shapes or little doll versions of whoever happens to be nearby, or someone from memory. With his arms disguised, his main two arms would be the ones carving carefully.
Despite his friendly nature, he is a rather cautious individual, preferring to plan ahead before doing anything rash and choosing his words carefully. This caution spreads from his sharp senses. Despite his otherwise caution, he is an eager learner, as new people and jutsus in the world fascinate him endlessly, as a result of his sheltered upbringing. He values independence and creativity above most things, as he has shattered his own sense of loyalty by leaving his tribe.
Roleplay Sample: A slender figure scrambled on all fours through the trees, grasping and vaulting off the branches of the trees in pursuit of it’s small prey. While two arms and two legs were dedicated to climbing and maneuvering about, four more limbs brandished twin shortbows and were stringing up an arrow for each. He still didn’t have the shot on the little animal, so right now he had to exhaust it. One thing was for certain, he had it’s trail. It wasn’t fast enough to lose him, which was all that mattered. He could tire it out, regardless of how agile it was.
Ninja waited for their opportunity instead of just throwing out random attacks, after all. His opportunity came in the form of the rabbit hopping up a nearby log, it’s paws slipping on the slick moss caking the old wood. Exhaling, he let an arrow fly, catching it in the side. Seeing it collapse, he saw it writhing on the ground and fired his second shot, this time to it’s head. He wouldn’t have the poor thing suffer because he was hungry. Swinging down and skidding along a tree trunk, he pranced up to the corpse, examining it for a moment, before pumping one of his fists, as his locomotion-based hands patted together, to get the dirt off. “Yes…! Sorry about that, little guy, but I need dinner.” he apologized, as he plucked the curiously yellow arrows from the creature’s corpse.
