Character Name: Tamashi Nonokoribi
Character Age: 31
Character Sex: Male
Character Appearance:
Tamashi stands at a tall 6’5” with a broad and sturdy build. He dressed in simple clothing, often stained with charcoal or other odd materials used in blacksmithing. His skin is rough, apparently from many years of hard labor. There is a scar along the side of his face that almost looks like cracked stone. His face is otherwise quite pleasant with soft features, despite his rough skin and scarring, striking blue eyes, and gorgeous lashes. He sports a thick and well-kept beard and long, luxurious hair that both shine a brilliant orange. In the right light, and with the right breeze, his hair appears to dance like fire.
Character Personality: Tamashi is a bright and charming man who will always don a smile so wide that his eyes appear shut. He enjoys a good laugh and would do anything to turn a frown upside down. This does not always appear to be the case, however; when he is focused on anything other than a conversation, his expression rest on one that looks angry and unapproachable, his vocalizations become terse and uninviting, and he generally comes off as an asshole. This is just a trance-like state that he enters when he is focused, though, and he will snap back to his usual jovial self the instant he is pulled away from the thing on which he was focusing.
Character History: He was a foundling, a toddler discovered by a wandering band of merchants in the charred ruins of his old home. There were no parents or guardians, be they corpses or otherwise, so that band took him in. The merchants took turns caring for the boy, all the while allowing him to participate in their crafts.
His favorite was the smiths, watching them hammer the hot metal and fashion the armor and weapons that they’d then sell to the shinobi he came to idolize. They named him Tamashi Nonokoribi for his fire-like hair and his fascination with the forge. It was a peaceful life, one of constant learning, adventure, and joy. But it was not to last. One day, the caravan was set upon by a group of bandits that overwhelmed their shinobi escort. In the chaos of fire, blood, and steel, there was one more horror: Tamashi. He does not remember that day, nor are there any living that do. The next thing the boy knew, all of the bandits and all of the merchants with which he had grown were slain.
It wasn’t until many years later that he discovered this curse within himself, to lose control and attack indiscriminately. He could never be sure if he killed any of the merchants that day, but he swore that he would never lose control again. He then lived the quiet life, taking up the smithy in some small village with a name no one could be bothered to remember, and he worked. He worked hard, diligently and focused, and all was well. That is, of course, until another raid threw his life into chaos once more. He didn’t lose control this time, however, he controlled it and fended off as much of the attack as he could.
But the villagers were fearful all the same; his form was monstrous and his tactics brutal, and they persecuted him for it. That night, while he slept, they came for him with pitchforks and torches; they locked him in his forge and set it alight. When he awoke to the sound of flame and the stench of smoke, his memories of each time his world was turned upside down flashed before his eyes before suddenly his mind went blank once more.
The next thing he knew, he was regaining consciousness well away from that small town. From the size of the fire, he knew that almost all of it was burning. On his hands, blood; on the ground, mere feet away, a samurai with a grievous wound undoubtedly caused by his fury. It was all that Tamashi could do to close the wound, but he tended to the man who seemed to knock him into his senses. No one had ever done that before, no one could. Tamasih decided to keep him close, in equal parts to repay the debt of attacking him and to have some hope at normalcy despite this horror within himself.
The pair now wandered the shinobi continent together, with Tamashi honing his craft as well as he could on the road.
**Affiliation Information**
Starting Village: Wanderer
Character's Rank: Wanderer
Character's Title: N/A
**Combat Information
Character's Clan: Nature Clan
Character's Skills: Weapon Crafting, Armor Crafting, Fuuinjutsu, Ijutsu
Character's Unique Abilities:
Exp Debt: Taking 1350 Exp debt that must be paid off before other things can be progressed.
**Stats** (2750 Exp)
Strength: D (150)
Constitution: D (150)
Stamina: C (450)
Speed: D (150)
Coordination: C (450)
Intelligence: B (950)
Perception: C (450)
**Other EXP Expenditures** (2250 Experience)
Character Age: 31
Character Sex: Male
Character Appearance:
Tamashi stands at a tall 6’5” with a broad and sturdy build. He dressed in simple clothing, often stained with charcoal or other odd materials used in blacksmithing. His skin is rough, apparently from many years of hard labor. There is a scar along the side of his face that almost looks like cracked stone. His face is otherwise quite pleasant with soft features, despite his rough skin and scarring, striking blue eyes, and gorgeous lashes. He sports a thick and well-kept beard and long, luxurious hair that both shine a brilliant orange. In the right light, and with the right breeze, his hair appears to dance like fire.
Character Personality: Tamashi is a bright and charming man who will always don a smile so wide that his eyes appear shut. He enjoys a good laugh and would do anything to turn a frown upside down. This does not always appear to be the case, however; when he is focused on anything other than a conversation, his expression rest on one that looks angry and unapproachable, his vocalizations become terse and uninviting, and he generally comes off as an asshole. This is just a trance-like state that he enters when he is focused, though, and he will snap back to his usual jovial self the instant he is pulled away from the thing on which he was focusing.
Character History: He was a foundling, a toddler discovered by a wandering band of merchants in the charred ruins of his old home. There were no parents or guardians, be they corpses or otherwise, so that band took him in. The merchants took turns caring for the boy, all the while allowing him to participate in their crafts.
His favorite was the smiths, watching them hammer the hot metal and fashion the armor and weapons that they’d then sell to the shinobi he came to idolize. They named him Tamashi Nonokoribi for his fire-like hair and his fascination with the forge. It was a peaceful life, one of constant learning, adventure, and joy. But it was not to last. One day, the caravan was set upon by a group of bandits that overwhelmed their shinobi escort. In the chaos of fire, blood, and steel, there was one more horror: Tamashi. He does not remember that day, nor are there any living that do. The next thing the boy knew, all of the bandits and all of the merchants with which he had grown were slain.
It wasn’t until many years later that he discovered this curse within himself, to lose control and attack indiscriminately. He could never be sure if he killed any of the merchants that day, but he swore that he would never lose control again. He then lived the quiet life, taking up the smithy in some small village with a name no one could be bothered to remember, and he worked. He worked hard, diligently and focused, and all was well. That is, of course, until another raid threw his life into chaos once more. He didn’t lose control this time, however, he controlled it and fended off as much of the attack as he could.
But the villagers were fearful all the same; his form was monstrous and his tactics brutal, and they persecuted him for it. That night, while he slept, they came for him with pitchforks and torches; they locked him in his forge and set it alight. When he awoke to the sound of flame and the stench of smoke, his memories of each time his world was turned upside down flashed before his eyes before suddenly his mind went blank once more.
The next thing he knew, he was regaining consciousness well away from that small town. From the size of the fire, he knew that almost all of it was burning. On his hands, blood; on the ground, mere feet away, a samurai with a grievous wound undoubtedly caused by his fury. It was all that Tamashi could do to close the wound, but he tended to the man who seemed to knock him into his senses. No one had ever done that before, no one could. Tamasih decided to keep him close, in equal parts to repay the debt of attacking him and to have some hope at normalcy despite this horror within himself.
The pair now wandered the shinobi continent together, with Tamashi honing his craft as well as he could on the road.
**Affiliation Information**
Starting Village: Wanderer
Character's Rank: Wanderer
Character's Title: N/A
**Combat Information
Character's Clan: Nature Clan
Character's Skills: Weapon Crafting, Armor Crafting, Fuuinjutsu, Ijutsu
Character's Unique Abilities:
Exp Debt: Taking 1350 Exp debt that must be paid off before other things can be progressed.
**Stats** (2750 Exp)
Strength: D (150)
Constitution: D (150)
Stamina: C (450)
Speed: D (150)
Coordination: C (450)
Intelligence: B (950)
Perception: C (450)
**Other EXP Expenditures** (2250 Experience)
- 500 on a tier of the Nature Clan boosters
- 500 on a tier of the Nature Clan boosters
- 500 on a tier of the Nature Clan boosters
- 500 on a tier of the Nature Clan boosters
- 250 on 50 Senjutsu Pool
