Name: Tōri Senju | 千手一族 東里
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Village: Konohagakure
Rank: Jōnin
Title:
Clan: Senju
Bloodline: Senju | Uzumaki
Element(s): Mokuton | Doton | Suiton
Skill(s): Fūinjutsu | Ninjutsu (Mokuton) | Kuchiyose | Bukijutsu
Stats
Unique Abilities:
Senju Clan Armor: Tōri’s mom commissioned a set of armor to commemorate his promotion to Jōnin that will be worked on with the help of his mother alongside the armorer (custom B-grade armor with a custom A-rank enchantment placed by Tōri). The payment is covered by Tōri’s mom, but for her time she places an even greater debt on him than the armor’s cost
Maternal Price: Tōri’s mother does not offer her time freely, demanding double the price of the commissioned piece as payment for her help. This amount must be paid in full before any Ryo can be earned in any way
All Tangled Up: Hair jutsu receive a rank increase in potency, not to exceed A-rank
Brittle Boulders: Defensive Doton jutsu receive a rank decrease in potency to no lower than E-rank
Gentle Waves: Non-offensive Suiton jutsu receive a one rank cost reduction, no effect above A-rank
Crashing Waves: Offensive Suiton jutsu receive a one rank cost increase, no effect below D-rank
Look, One Hand!: Can perform one-handed seals
Slow Solo: One-handed seals are performed with a one rank reduction to Coordination
Double Inheritance: Receives 1450 extra exp to spend at character creation
Twice the Responsibility: Must pay off the 1450 exp dept before exp can be earned properly
Appearance:
A well-shaven beard points downward from the dominating, bright-red head of hair that sits atop Tōri’s head, equally red eyes stare out with a calculating coldness to them. Not wanting to expose his obnoxiously loud hair color (as he puts it) Tōri tends to wear a black bandana over his hair with a large black scarf fitted over his flak jacket when on duty to mute the flashy color any amount. While off duty the only real change is the doffing of the bandana and flak jacket, leaving behind some random ensemble of clothes beneath his usual black scarf. Standing at 5’10” Tōri has an unassuming frame with his light build, not appearing to pose any serious physical threat to any real contenders.
History:
Tōri was born to shinobi from two villages, the result of an inexplicable event from a mission gone terribly wrong. Susumi Senju and Yuuichi Uzumaki met on intersecting missions from their respective villages in the Land of Iron, set up by a third party and surrounded by a horde of samurai mercenaries after engaging. As numbers swiftly dropped on both sides the two enemies were forced into a corner by the new assailants, pivoting back-to-back and fighting their way out together. Both sustained heavy injuries, but due to their inherited fortitudes they persevered and slowly recovered while watching one another while in pursuit by the remaining mercenary gang. It was during this time of hiding and running that the two grew close, close enough to forget their hidden village affiliations for a time and conceive Tōri.
Once recovered, the two struggled to face the reality they found themselves in with Susumi showing signs of being pregnant. Their time in hiding had them push the thought away until it was right before them, leading to a hasty decision of leaving their villages and settling somewhere far from their homes as a family. This dream remained as such, for shortly after his birth Tōri lost his father to the relentless mercenaries who finally caught up with them. Yuuichi was cut down in his sleep in an attack at night, flinging Susumi into a bloody rage as she protected her newborn. Cradling Tōri in a mokuton sling, she drenched many branches with the assailant's blood until both mother and child were as red as the newborn's tuft of hair. Stories still circulate about the Bloody Willow in the Land of Iron from that night, now twisted into more fiction than fact.
Susumi and the baby returned to Konoha afterwards, giving a detailed report of the failed mission and how Tōri came to be. While Susumi was reprimanded, the village had an opportunity to use this new development to access the secrets of an outside clan. All in all there wasn’t more than a slap on the wrist for her actions and Susumi was able to resume duty shortly after, as long as Tōri was groomed into a model shinobi. Thus paved the path for Tōri’s childhood, prepared and laid out before he ever had a real thought or spoken word.
Thankfully Tōri had a knack for chakra control that he displayed early on as well as a tremendous reserve of chakra, an inheritance from his parents' short-lived love. This served well but also created additional pressure from his mother to perform well, who was no saint or paragon of patience herself in parenting. She did her best with Tōri, though motherhood was never a path she sought to take and her unpreparedness was quite apparent. As an active Jōnin she stuck to what she knew and went about training Tōri from a young age. A rigorous and demanding routine was established and grown over time, though when out on missions Tōri took every opportunity to rebel.
His rebelling started rather pathetically, skipping out on a number of reps when conditioning alone in the house and staying up and eating in bed. This quickly escalated once he met like-minded individuals in class. This all began shortly after joining the shinobi academy, a topic he was quite sore on and argued often with his mother about. Deep down he knew that it was what he wanted to do, but he hated being told every detail of his life and wanted something real he could control. This aversion to the academy was quelled after his first week, enjoying the opportunity to excel and show off in front of anyone who wasn’t his mother was something he found extraordinarily satisfying. In particular he found a knack for the sealing arts and pursued it with a fiery passion. His friction with Susumi shifted onto other topics, never truly dying as he continued to make excuses for his resentment towards her.
At the age of nine he graduated the academy, now a full-fledged shinobi he was assigned a team and sensei who he would be training with instead of his mother. Or at least that’s what he thought, for in-between missions Susumi had a new form of training for him; unlocking his potential as a Senju and accessing the same mokuton chakra she could. There was no instant gratification with this process, it was something that would take him many years to absorb and access. What did happen was the erosion of his ill feelings towards his mother, realizing there were far worse childhoods to be had and other wisdoms that come with the slow crawl of age.
For several years Tōri and his team grew and learned together in harmony, until one mission where they were ambushed and their sensei taken out right before them. It was in this moment of heightened emotion that he first accessed mokuton chakra, creating an opening for them to escape with the newly awakened power. It should have been a moment of triumph, one he always imagined with his team or mother, but now was tainted with this bloodied event. After successfully returning after the failed mission a funeral was held for their fallen comrade. In a moment of vulnerability he told his teammates about the history of his parents and his own twin heritage that he carried after the funeral. One stormed off, having personal vendettas against the mist village while the other embraced him and accepted him for who he is.
This moment hardened Tōri, knowing fully well beforehand the possibility of rejection but to experience it from one so close made him cautious of all relationships and their fragility. They received a replacement teacher, but never really got their mojo back as a team. It was in this turbulent state that they entered the chunnin exams, an experience that they barely survived and both his teammates quit being shinobi after as they just couldn’t hack it. This felt like a whole other abandonment after his teammate ignored him from his confession, leaving him feeling alone and unsure. Thankfully his new sensei took him under his wing and focused on his sealing arts as a form of distraction, there was no time for running thoughts when dealing with complex seals.
Building his confidence back up he attended the next chunnin exams with a newfound zeal, having progressed significantly since last time and passing with flying colors at the age of fifteen. Wearing his new flak jacket with pride Tōri strove to make his new mentor proud with the new responsibility he now had. Command suited Tōri, he always had an eye for tactics as he would often be the one to come up with plans in his old team. During these many years as a chunnin Tōri grew into a full adult, growing out of his gawky and awkward frame and sporting a trimmed beard upon his face.
In his twenties he finally learned to access his father’s bloodline, a moment that overwhelmed him with emotion in a way he hadn’t expected. His father had left him a scroll his mother had recently given him outlining the training Uzumaki traditionally took to access this deeper power that he dove into with much enthusiasm. He kept this newfound skill a secret as he continued to train, eyes set on reaching the summit that was being promoted to Jōnin. It was known to all within the shinobi village that the kage was the strongest of them all, but in his eyes Susumi had always had a strength above them. To reach the same heights as her would be to conquer his perceivable world, leaving an exciting and wondrous unknown to go forth into.
After honing his mind and body after several more years Tōri petitioned for the promotion and was able to display his polished skills and finally reached the same rank as his mother. As a reward she gifted him a new set of armor, one they would build with their powers combined alongside a talented armorer.
Personality:
Tōri is an incredibly cautious individual, a trait that serves him well in the line of duty but is a constant source of annoyance to himself in social situations. An area that seemingly ignores this core part of his being is with food, trying all manner of foods despite having a weak constitution for spices. While born the pickiest of eaters, Tōri finally grew out of this childish behavior and began striving to try new things to make up for the lost time. Unfortunately he also has a determination to recreate the meals he eats at restaurants back at home, as he’s completely tone-deaf in terms of tasting his food and usually results in a mangled mess of ingredients. While the Land of Fire isn’t known for its cold winters or climate, Tōri finds an odd satisfaction in bundling up for cold and wet weather. Whenever the fiery land begins to cool Tōri finds himself taking more walks and spending an inordinate amount of time outside, well past what others would find comfortable in such a season. Most people would consider Tōri a serious person, though while off the clock he tries to lighten up and has even been known to throw some seriously terrible puns around.
Roleplay Sample:
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Village: Konohagakure
Rank: Jōnin
Title:
Clan: Senju
Bloodline: Senju | Uzumaki
- Strong Lifeforce Level 2 | 250 exp
- Adamantine Chains | 500 exp
- Mokuton | 1000 exp
Element(s): Mokuton | Doton | Suiton
Skill(s): Fūinjutsu | Ninjutsu (Mokuton) | Kuchiyose | Bukijutsu
Stats
- Strength: D
- Constitution: C
- Stamina: C → B++ (Uzumaki + Senju)
- Speed: C
- Coordination: C
- Intelligence: B
- Perception: C
Unique Abilities:
Senju Clan Armor: Tōri’s mom commissioned a set of armor to commemorate his promotion to Jōnin that will be worked on with the help of his mother alongside the armorer (custom B-grade armor with a custom A-rank enchantment placed by Tōri). The payment is covered by Tōri’s mom, but for her time she places an even greater debt on him than the armor’s cost
Maternal Price: Tōri’s mother does not offer her time freely, demanding double the price of the commissioned piece as payment for her help. This amount must be paid in full before any Ryo can be earned in any way
All Tangled Up: Hair jutsu receive a rank increase in potency, not to exceed A-rank
Brittle Boulders: Defensive Doton jutsu receive a rank decrease in potency to no lower than E-rank
Gentle Waves: Non-offensive Suiton jutsu receive a one rank cost reduction, no effect above A-rank
Crashing Waves: Offensive Suiton jutsu receive a one rank cost increase, no effect below D-rank
Look, One Hand!: Can perform one-handed seals
Slow Solo: One-handed seals are performed with a one rank reduction to Coordination
Double Inheritance: Receives 1450 extra exp to spend at character creation
Twice the Responsibility: Must pay off the 1450 exp dept before exp can be earned properly
Appearance:
A well-shaven beard points downward from the dominating, bright-red head of hair that sits atop Tōri’s head, equally red eyes stare out with a calculating coldness to them. Not wanting to expose his obnoxiously loud hair color (as he puts it) Tōri tends to wear a black bandana over his hair with a large black scarf fitted over his flak jacket when on duty to mute the flashy color any amount. While off duty the only real change is the doffing of the bandana and flak jacket, leaving behind some random ensemble of clothes beneath his usual black scarf. Standing at 5’10” Tōri has an unassuming frame with his light build, not appearing to pose any serious physical threat to any real contenders.
History:
Tōri was born to shinobi from two villages, the result of an inexplicable event from a mission gone terribly wrong. Susumi Senju and Yuuichi Uzumaki met on intersecting missions from their respective villages in the Land of Iron, set up by a third party and surrounded by a horde of samurai mercenaries after engaging. As numbers swiftly dropped on both sides the two enemies were forced into a corner by the new assailants, pivoting back-to-back and fighting their way out together. Both sustained heavy injuries, but due to their inherited fortitudes they persevered and slowly recovered while watching one another while in pursuit by the remaining mercenary gang. It was during this time of hiding and running that the two grew close, close enough to forget their hidden village affiliations for a time and conceive Tōri.
Once recovered, the two struggled to face the reality they found themselves in with Susumi showing signs of being pregnant. Their time in hiding had them push the thought away until it was right before them, leading to a hasty decision of leaving their villages and settling somewhere far from their homes as a family. This dream remained as such, for shortly after his birth Tōri lost his father to the relentless mercenaries who finally caught up with them. Yuuichi was cut down in his sleep in an attack at night, flinging Susumi into a bloody rage as she protected her newborn. Cradling Tōri in a mokuton sling, she drenched many branches with the assailant's blood until both mother and child were as red as the newborn's tuft of hair. Stories still circulate about the Bloody Willow in the Land of Iron from that night, now twisted into more fiction than fact.
Susumi and the baby returned to Konoha afterwards, giving a detailed report of the failed mission and how Tōri came to be. While Susumi was reprimanded, the village had an opportunity to use this new development to access the secrets of an outside clan. All in all there wasn’t more than a slap on the wrist for her actions and Susumi was able to resume duty shortly after, as long as Tōri was groomed into a model shinobi. Thus paved the path for Tōri’s childhood, prepared and laid out before he ever had a real thought or spoken word.
Thankfully Tōri had a knack for chakra control that he displayed early on as well as a tremendous reserve of chakra, an inheritance from his parents' short-lived love. This served well but also created additional pressure from his mother to perform well, who was no saint or paragon of patience herself in parenting. She did her best with Tōri, though motherhood was never a path she sought to take and her unpreparedness was quite apparent. As an active Jōnin she stuck to what she knew and went about training Tōri from a young age. A rigorous and demanding routine was established and grown over time, though when out on missions Tōri took every opportunity to rebel.
His rebelling started rather pathetically, skipping out on a number of reps when conditioning alone in the house and staying up and eating in bed. This quickly escalated once he met like-minded individuals in class. This all began shortly after joining the shinobi academy, a topic he was quite sore on and argued often with his mother about. Deep down he knew that it was what he wanted to do, but he hated being told every detail of his life and wanted something real he could control. This aversion to the academy was quelled after his first week, enjoying the opportunity to excel and show off in front of anyone who wasn’t his mother was something he found extraordinarily satisfying. In particular he found a knack for the sealing arts and pursued it with a fiery passion. His friction with Susumi shifted onto other topics, never truly dying as he continued to make excuses for his resentment towards her.
At the age of nine he graduated the academy, now a full-fledged shinobi he was assigned a team and sensei who he would be training with instead of his mother. Or at least that’s what he thought, for in-between missions Susumi had a new form of training for him; unlocking his potential as a Senju and accessing the same mokuton chakra she could. There was no instant gratification with this process, it was something that would take him many years to absorb and access. What did happen was the erosion of his ill feelings towards his mother, realizing there were far worse childhoods to be had and other wisdoms that come with the slow crawl of age.
For several years Tōri and his team grew and learned together in harmony, until one mission where they were ambushed and their sensei taken out right before them. It was in this moment of heightened emotion that he first accessed mokuton chakra, creating an opening for them to escape with the newly awakened power. It should have been a moment of triumph, one he always imagined with his team or mother, but now was tainted with this bloodied event. After successfully returning after the failed mission a funeral was held for their fallen comrade. In a moment of vulnerability he told his teammates about the history of his parents and his own twin heritage that he carried after the funeral. One stormed off, having personal vendettas against the mist village while the other embraced him and accepted him for who he is.
This moment hardened Tōri, knowing fully well beforehand the possibility of rejection but to experience it from one so close made him cautious of all relationships and their fragility. They received a replacement teacher, but never really got their mojo back as a team. It was in this turbulent state that they entered the chunnin exams, an experience that they barely survived and both his teammates quit being shinobi after as they just couldn’t hack it. This felt like a whole other abandonment after his teammate ignored him from his confession, leaving him feeling alone and unsure. Thankfully his new sensei took him under his wing and focused on his sealing arts as a form of distraction, there was no time for running thoughts when dealing with complex seals.
Building his confidence back up he attended the next chunnin exams with a newfound zeal, having progressed significantly since last time and passing with flying colors at the age of fifteen. Wearing his new flak jacket with pride Tōri strove to make his new mentor proud with the new responsibility he now had. Command suited Tōri, he always had an eye for tactics as he would often be the one to come up with plans in his old team. During these many years as a chunnin Tōri grew into a full adult, growing out of his gawky and awkward frame and sporting a trimmed beard upon his face.
In his twenties he finally learned to access his father’s bloodline, a moment that overwhelmed him with emotion in a way he hadn’t expected. His father had left him a scroll his mother had recently given him outlining the training Uzumaki traditionally took to access this deeper power that he dove into with much enthusiasm. He kept this newfound skill a secret as he continued to train, eyes set on reaching the summit that was being promoted to Jōnin. It was known to all within the shinobi village that the kage was the strongest of them all, but in his eyes Susumi had always had a strength above them. To reach the same heights as her would be to conquer his perceivable world, leaving an exciting and wondrous unknown to go forth into.
After honing his mind and body after several more years Tōri petitioned for the promotion and was able to display his polished skills and finally reached the same rank as his mother. As a reward she gifted him a new set of armor, one they would build with their powers combined alongside a talented armorer.
Personality:
Tōri is an incredibly cautious individual, a trait that serves him well in the line of duty but is a constant source of annoyance to himself in social situations. An area that seemingly ignores this core part of his being is with food, trying all manner of foods despite having a weak constitution for spices. While born the pickiest of eaters, Tōri finally grew out of this childish behavior and began striving to try new things to make up for the lost time. Unfortunately he also has a determination to recreate the meals he eats at restaurants back at home, as he’s completely tone-deaf in terms of tasting his food and usually results in a mangled mess of ingredients. While the Land of Fire isn’t known for its cold winters or climate, Tōri finds an odd satisfaction in bundling up for cold and wet weather. Whenever the fiery land begins to cool Tōri finds himself taking more walks and spending an inordinate amount of time outside, well past what others would find comfortable in such a season. Most people would consider Tōri a serious person, though while off the clock he tries to lighten up and has even been known to throw some seriously terrible puns around.
Roleplay Sample:
- Spoiler:
- A cool breeze cut through Tōri’s jacket, rustling the few leaves holding on to the bare trees around him in the forest. He shivered, though his neck and cheeks were spared from the frosty air thanks to his warm scarf. I really should put on some extra layers. It’s what his mother had always told him, made all the more annoying with the fact that age had brought with it the slow realization of the wisdom her words often contained.
Brushing off a pile of leaves that had blown onto the scroll laid out before him he refocused on his work, hands then placed on the knees of his crossed legs as he sat on the ground peering over at the inscriptions. Just a week ago on his twenty-five birthday his mother had gifted him a memento from his late father, now that he was the same age that he was when his father perished. It was odd reading the words from a man he had no memories of, no face to see when he closed his eyes shut but could still create a tightness in his chest. Swallowing nervously he continued on, though the exact meaning eluded him. I’ll need to revisit that section later.
He sat there in his favorite clearing just outside the village for hours, the sun quickly dipping behind the trees as darkness descended. Shivering again he began to mould his chakra in preparation to form a small wooden hut around himself. Releasing a cloudy, cold breath he returned the half-moulded energy to his body, not wanting to get himself too cozy for the long night he had ahead. There was something about the brisk night air that comforted him in a way that was missed in the comfort of indoors. Every night for the past week he’d come out here alone to study the almost indecipherable texts his father had left him. Supposably, they held within them the methods with which the Uzumaki clan had used to train and subsequently awaken their bloodline powers for generations. Though he doubted there were many who had to struggle about it on their own like this. There were even exercises in the text that required multiple people to perform.
Kage Bunshin had been his first thought as a work around after running into the first encounter of these exercises, but they quickly left him too tired to continue with the other training outlined and he quickly gave that line up. As the moon stretched across the sky he packed his things and headed back, staying up too late muddled the brain and he needed his mind sharp for this kind of work. Several more days passed much like this, a slow process mired by the bad hand writing of his father. It was almost hilarious how bad it was, particularly in comparison to his mother’s overly calligraphic style. After running in circles over and over he finally broke down and asked Susumi for help in deciphering some of his father’s words, a task that took even his sharp-minded mother a couple days to complete. With this new information he has able to make far bigger strides in comprehending the scroll.
It still took several weeks for him to get a steady grasp on the exercises, though he was still perplexed by the actual execution of the technique. There was something in the end of the scroll that still had him scratching his head over, it wasn’t an exercise and there seemed to be an inaccessible seal inscribed as well. He felt there must be some sort of key he wasn’t thinking of to access the seal and in there surely his answers to solve the continued failed attempts. After going at it for what felt like an endless time Tōri fell to the ground on his back in frustration, turning his head in the dry dirt and staring at the open scroll. Closing his eyes he tried his best to imagine his father, a blurry silhouette with red hair stood before him. Opening his eyes he yelled out in anger and moved to slam his hand on the scroll before his eyes caught something that gave him pause. The words by the seal at the scroll’s end seemed to glow for just a moment before receding back to its original dull-black color.
Reinvigorated, Tōri sat back up abruptly and went over the words that briefly shone. They seemed to talk vaguely about some specific Uzumaki member and a string of instructions requiring an input of chakra that he didn’t fully understand. Placing his hand on the seal he tried to pour some of his own chakra into the stubborn inscription, closing his eyes as he tried to push all distractions out of the way to focus all his intent on one point. Opening his eyes he no longer found himself in the forest clearing but instead he saw nothing but a white void. And then. A voice. One that was both familiar and alien to him, turning his head he saw the same blurry image as when he tried to imagine his father. Only this time the image before him was only made blurry by the tears welling up.
“You have your mother’s eyes.” Blinking the tears away he moved to embrace this strange and familiar figure, mind abuzz with questions and emotions vying for control. This final vestige of his late father was able to help train his son as his forebears had before him and help unlock the swirling potential all Uzumaki had within them before his remaining chakra wisped away. Now he had a new memory of awakening his heritage’s potential that wasn’t steeped in blood and anguish, but one full of joy and wholeness.