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Kiri Sanin
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 |  Subject: Arashi, Heizen (W.I.P) Wed Aug 10, 2011 7:18 pm | |
| Kumogakure Shinobi |Basics| Name: Arashi, Heizen Nickname/Aliases: -“J” This was simply an alias name given to him the moment he had left Kumogakure during its period of turmoil. Shinobi who tried to find Heizen were only left with clues that led to dead ends. Many have forgotten his name only his mother and little sister saying it from time to time. If people do say his real name, he'll correct them by asking them to call him J
-“Calm before the storm” a title given by the former Raikage Kurayami, Kaisen. His cool attitude at first glance may surprise his opponents, he may even have a small smile on his face when it is all said and done. Perhaps those who see this calm are caught off guard by the ferocity of combination attacks between his taijutsu and ninjutsu skill.
“Hei” This is his name shorten down as a young child. His little sister calls him “Hei Hei”.
Age: 21 Physical Age: 21
Mental Age: 23
Gender: Male ||Appearance| General Appearance: Heizen would be one who you considered to be very kept in shape. He doesn’t slouch nor does he intend to slouch when it comes to his body. He stands at six feet even, his body type that is a very lean mesomorph. Unlike his descendants who were much bigger and much larger in muscle mass, the Arashi descendants were once a very lean race. With the combination of the clan that was once the Raikage’s, there has been a bit of mixture. Plus, the added fact that many of the clan members on both sides have had some dilution over the century gives Heizen an interesting appearance that makes him appear balanced. He has dark complexion that comparable to milk chocolate in skin tone. He is very lax in terms of appearance with his face, washing it from time to time. He doesn’t usually have to; he didn’t have a problem with his face during puberty only with the occasional zit that would appear. He kept his face relatively smooth and rarely does he shave. Heizen has a narrow face, slightly chiseled by the cheek bone. His hairstyle is similar to many shinobi of his race from the islands but it is being seen more and more in the village of Kumo. His dreadlocks are only to shoulder length. He can either have it in the normal untied fashion or keep it tied up depending if he is doing something that could potentially dirty his hair. Fitting on top of his nose would be his glasses. Some have commented that he wears these glasses out of the sheer fact that his eye sight had diminished as a young kid while others say he does it for the charm of women. The few who took the latter option understand him well and the glasses are more of a prop than actually working glasses. In times when his position leads him to a more serious situation, most involving death, he’ll take them off showing his seriousness. His eye color is very different from the usual color that many of the Arashi have. His eyes are the color of a sickly yellow, almost considered demonic to some. It isn’t uncommon for Heizen to wear clothing that fancies his taste. He is partly a businessman and a gentleman all at once. During the day, he is usually wearing very relaxed clothing but because of his lean appearance, he’ll wear clothing that’ll show off his body at times and other times he’ll show off the clothing. This is partially intentional. If he’s in the mood, he’ll change to a semi-loose fitting to a fitting red or blue shirt with athletic shorts. It changes (obviously) in the winter wearing longer sleeve shirts and full on pants. During the night, that is a totally different persona. Regardless of time, when he fines the time, he’ll wear a nice collared shirt, a fitting jacket and a well desired tie for the occasion of life of a club. When he is at a large home party, he’ll dress half and half where he’ll wear clothes that are fitting and comfortable but looking mildly attentive for a fancier party. Height: 6’0
Weight: 163
Eye Color: Yellow
Hair Color & Style: Dreadlocks; Brown
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||Rank Information| Letter Rank: S Ninja Rank: Sannin (Jounin) ||Skill Information| Elemental Affinity:Dominant: Storm
Recessive: Lightning
Recessive: Water
Skill SpecialtyDominant: Taijutsu
Recessive: Ninjutsu
Recessive: Weaponry (exotic)
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||Personality| Overall Personality: Heizen has qualities in a person that is both uplifting to many and very dangerous to a few. One might call it a youth thing and it’ll pass in due time. But the very few that have actually taken a deep look into Heizen’s tick self; they’ll see that this is something that inspires people to perform things that they wouldn’t expect themselves to do. He has a quality that may induce some to follow him without hesitation; one may say his personality is something magnetic; it was one to draw upon people’s inner most desires and thoughts. Heizen realizes this quality inside himself. He deems it something of a useful trait, however, it is most likely the reason why he doesn’t favor this and use it to its fullest extent is the fact that he, like many other people who have also the trait of the wanderer, is that he prefers to do things by himself and rather than have baggage on him, he would stick to being very rash and blunt with things that’ll cause people to turn away. He isn’t a foul man. Maybe foul in the sense that if you plan to aim your blade at his throat, he’ll be quick to cut yours before you could even blink or he would crush a glass bottle in your face so you can be forever blind in the eyes. No, he’s quite an-eccentric character, one who doesn’t partake in the mindset of normality. He tends to think himself odd in a sense that one may find a black thread among white ones. He was once considered quite a loner and didn’t see himself trying to fit in with society’s norms. He had every reason to involve himself; he is quite a likeable person. But like his senpai before him, he saw that society is crumbling. As it crumbled, Heizen felt that the world he thought was true was nothing more than an illusion, a genjutsu that isn’t a genjutsu. He does pity people who do not see this illusion but, from time to time, because of his youth, he somewhat envies the people. He figured that if he knew this knowledge, it would ease his pain. He thought that knowing the truth would essentially free him. It did but trying to hold the concept is something much more-restrictive. But this is not him all the time. Unlike his senpai, who was more or less a pessimist when all things considered, he is much more optimistic about his situation and feels the need to go beyond the feeling of control and mental slavery. One must see that it is something that is easily broken; the chains that hold the mind doesn’t restrict the freedoms a man can do. Heizen prefers to ‘let lose’ for lack of a better phrase. He’s not one to be uptight and shallow. He’s quite a free moving man. And he’s like that in the literal sense. He doesn’t hold himself to rules as much as his senpai or the other friends. He is not afraid to let loose. But don’t be too intimidated by that. He is, by no means, an open book for someone to read. No, he’s more of a person who doesn’t like to be read rather he wants someone to actually get to know him slowly, like cooking up a meal very slowly, taking caution as to what to mix in, what to combine and sift, what to place in heat etc. He appears like one would when finding something good to eat or about to make love to a woman. He has a smile that can range into most emotions that can be very lightening to the soul or very callous and cruel to those who have brought out his wrath. He comes off as someone who knows a thing or two, maybe more than what most people might understand. He acts as if he does not understand but that is the mask he places in front of his face. His intelligence is that of a trickster who is cunning, clever and quick thinking. His attitude towards people may, as said before, appear blunt while others it can appear very callous. He isn’t one to give a proper introduction but there are rare cases in which he does consider himself a gentlemen of the sort. Ah, what an intriguing individual. Favorite Quote/Saying:
Hobby(s): Experimentation, Partying, Training, Chilling, relaxing all cool, shooting some b-ball outside of the school.
Favorite Color(s): Red, Blue and Purple
Fears: “What is this ‘fear’ you speak of? Is that something you eat? Is it a meat? A fish of some kind? Sounds like some fish.”
Goals: “My goals? Man, I just wanna help out Kumo babeh. That’s all I wanna do”
||History| Birthplace: Kumogakure Previous Residence: N/A Clan: Arashi Family: Father: Arashi, Setsumi (Divorced) Mother: Arashi, Hana (Divorced) Brother: Arashi, Tetsui Sister: Arashi, Yu History:- Spoiler:
The autobiographer may be lying about some of the things he writes about. People have a tendency of thinking he is quite the pathological one and insist that everything about his past and present is nothing more than an act of fiction. But there is true within the line of fiction, hidden within the lie of such a person who is perceived as such. This is from his personal log. It contains all of the truths, all of the spoiling details that no other eye has read.
Journal Entry: 587
I don’t seem to recall much about my past. I thought it was something painful about it, that feeling of dread whenever someone thinks about the past and how shitty it is. I’ve heard people talk about their past long ago, saying how much of it truly made them who they are today and how they look back at it they can only smile and laugh at the foolish mistakes. Must have been wonderful they say to me and I just give them a blank look because they have bored me with their story. Others like to say that the madness of their past had ingrained a small cut in their soul. They say over time the cut will then expand and deepen and the man they once were seem to be only an illusion.
I don’t have much of that. I don’t have a tale where it is hard to explain. It isn’t painful to recollect them and I don’t think I had such a childhood where I thought it shaped me to who I am. That happen later in my life when I met someone who changed mine and a few other associates I knew forever.
But I suppose I can tell you a few things I remember-rather, what I care to remember. My mother name is Hana. I forgot what her surname was before she married my father. I think it started with a T. Tiski…tashi….Tashimoto or something of that nature. She came from a family of engineer on the outskirts of lightning country. They were originally carpenters, my great-great grandfather was. Worked for the daimyo of Earth for half of his life before he settled his family down in Lightning. Said to my great-great grandmamma that times like these you can’t raise no child in a place where war might happen. Gotta go to a place where it is calm and what not. I might be paraphrase off that but hey, I aint questioning what he said and what he hadn’t said. But anyways, my mother moved out of that small village and stepped into the village hidden in the clouds. She said she dated around a bit, trying to get use to the village and how it was very different to the small country town she came from. She did finally meet my father, Setsumi. She said he was quite the handsome devil, sly eyes that cut into any women’s heart and could spread open a women’s leg just as fast he blinked. That kind of creep me the hell out when she said that. I don’t think you should even say that, even to your twenty-one year old son. Well, at least she didn’t do what my one friend did. Kaze was his name. His father, he was a drinking man. Drank more booze than a washed out sailor. He wasn’t a shinobi at all. He was built like a hippo, all big in the arms and legs and had a chest that could put two wooden barrels to shame. Even if he did become a shinobi, the guy would’ve last may three, four seconds in a war zone. Guy has a heart attack just from throwing a kunai. Anyway, Kaze’s father told him how hard he had fucked his mother, going into full detail on the way she moaned and how she was begging him to go deeper. I won’t write the rest of it because it still creeps me out. I also don’t want to continue writing it because it sounds like a bunch of bullshit. The guy was six feet and seven inches, a big guy probably weighing up to 300 pounds. The guy would’ve had a stroke if he tried to pull anything like that.
But I can’t complain. My mother was really trying to put him in a perspective which is understandable. They aren’t together anymore and she has every right to say about my father. I still respect him in a sense, he is the one who put the seed in my mother and she was the one who gave birth to this mighty fine and handsome individual who is writing in this log. I thought it would be cool to write a log about myself. It’ll give me something to read maybe ten or twenty years down the line. I might be a well known and legendary figure that people would want to search for me….or I may be a bum on the street of Kumogakure drinking some absinthe and cheap champagne. So far, seeing that I live in this apartment, having a good standing with the council of lightning, the latter option seems like a far off idea.
So I was born, great and what not. Pretty sick I suppose. My mother told me my childhood was all right, much better than her childhood. I admit the problems I had as a child was more so childish problems involving miniscule issues and it was nothing that could be compared to in terms of kids who had no parents, who were born in war or were monsters of war. I was no Jinchuuriki, the kids kind of liked me more or less and I was very well respected and admired in my clan. Nothing huge in that aspect of my life. People expect many childhoods of High leveled shinobi to be exciting and flashy, something involving war or something that involves some progress of being something important. Nope, I’m just a regular person back as a kid who didn’t have much to worry about. I guess it describes a bit of my personality in a sense that I didn’t have much to worry. I wasn’t sheltered or spoiled; my family made sure that wasn’t going to happen. My father especially wanted me suited to a proper Arashi, someone who can protect the people and those who sleep in the village. The Arashi clan felt the need to indoctrinate this shit of mentality on their selves. To the old generation, it was a necessity so that many of the new generation will take the mantle when the time comes and when the older generation had died away, it would be us that would relieve them. The concept is foreign to me. It was then and I’ll have the same opinion now. I don’t usually have any ties to my clan, not since my father divorced my mother. I go help out my clan once in awhile, my grandparents and uncles and what not but I never had a sense of connection to them. They talked about protection yet they disconnected themselves with the other villagers and clans. They were secretive, keeping themselves in such a low profile that many of people suspected of us being spies from another village. You probably ask why people would think that. You probably would too if there had been the incidences like Kirigakure. An entire clan had ruined the village from the inside out by performing coup among the people. Many folks escaped to Konohagakure from the stories I heard. Stories have a tendency of traversing into the shinobi world, kind of like teenagers at a school. It wasn’t long till that story came into Kumogakure and all those worrisome folks decide to be cautious of their surroundings.
How do I know this? It’s not hard to find out. Knowing me, I’m a bit of a persuader among people. It ain’t hard to convince people to talk. You just gotta have a way with them. It ain’t an intricate process like some people say. There isn’t a theory on how people should speak or any formula in the world that could convince a man to follow you to death. It’s just a feeling. The feeling has to be something that could intertwine with other people. You just have to know how deep you need to go and that’s all there is too it.
That last entry was a bit off. I was trying to get to my life as a genin and chuunin. I was thinking about it last night and this morning on how it was I was going to write it all out. I knew that you gotta start at the beginning, obviously. The academy in Kumo was something of an experience. Not a true experience to me. Maybe my expectation was set on high because back then my parents had these high expectations, wanting me to achieve something greater than my own self. I look back at it and say “what the fuck was I expecting anyways?” and the answer never comes at first. No doubt during the academy days, I was a bit of a prankster and a clever motherfucker some might say about me. I was always helping out with a group of kids who would go around and mess with the bathroom stalls, placing gum on the drinking fountains, putting mud into people’s boots. Things like that that could do little harm to people in the long run and were just the type of pranks that could get people just irritated enough to find someone to blame. I would usually do it as a standalone knowing that the group I was with was more involving public pranking than the more crafty projects I had in mind. When you’re seven and eight, you think every prank you did was a fucking masterpiece that no one copy. Your mind doesn’t think that there was someone else who thought the originality factor was something that one person and only one person thought of and that was I. No one had ever caught me in my pranks. Not a single person ever realizes that it was me who did all the crafty shit and not the people they blamed. Hell, the people who were mentally hanged (the small group of people I use to hang with) didn’t have an ounce of a brain cell to put two and two together. It was all the better. They thought I was a good kid, trying to stay out of trouble. They would see me at the corner on the fourth row on top was me sitting there with my head leaned against my hand and just have this look of absolute boredom. The ‘when-was-this-day-over’ look when they saw me. Suckers I say. Even to this day they still don’t know which made me wonder why I even chilled with the kids.
Ok, so you wanna know how I learned my skills. Well my father was a martial art enthusiast. I repeat, an enthusiast, not a martial artist himself. He relied heavy on ninjutsu, which was where I got my skilled from in terms of the chakra stuff or what my sister calls it “the magically glowing blue stuff”. Seventeen years old and still calling it that is something that would keep her held back as a chuunin nowadays. My father put me to training with a group of martial artist back in the day, a bunch of lean guys ranging from their thirties to their fifties I imagine opened up their skills and injected their philosophies into me. I remember those days as a kid, sometimes not wanting to go but secretly I couldn’t wait to go kick some ass or kick a bag in or spar somebody. I wasn’t all into forms, that flowery shit that two of the masters wanted me to do. “You have good control” they said in a heavy Asian accent that sounded false to my ears.
Ah well, that’s something in the past. Graduated that bitch at the age of nine, screaming “hells yeah” (Ok, I didn’t yell that out but I would’ve if my mom wasn’t there). It’s an all right age I suppose. Would’ve been nice to graduate at the age of eight or something younger but I was an unmotivated little kid. Unmotivated as a genin and was unmotivated as a chuunin. I didn’t see a purpose of me becoming a shinobi. It just felt like I was going through the motions. Every day was just the same day. Wake up, go to team, do a mission, maybe get recruited onto another team if one of the teammates was sick, get something to eat, train a bit in my taijutsu and ninjutsu. I kept thinking that the world around me was so…boring to me. Everything was a haze to my eyes, my thought and conscious was nothing more than existing and reality was more of an illusion. Missions were bullshit, teammates bickered over nothing, jounin captains had tendency of looking at me like I was insane and probably thought it and kept their distance.
That is, until I met Kaisen.
Kaisen was an interesting guy to be honest. More interesting than most people gave credit over. I’ve heard about him when I was in the academy. He was a chuunin then, a lone chuunin. They say he was the lone wolf of the mountain. His job was to stay up in the mountains, sitting at a post and guard the boarder. So really, it was a surprise when all of the sudden he was promoted to jounin in a matter of a month. Many people don’t know this and people still don’t know that the man who sat in that office, smoking a shit ton had killed the Daimyo of Lightning nearly a decade ago. Of course, I had no idea at the time. I didn’t even know the guy well enough nor did I take the time to find out. How did I know? Now that’s a part of the story I’ll get to. Just wait a second ok?
So, I’m sixteen years old. A year ago, my promotion to Jounin was a good time for me. Most folks don’t think Jounin is much of a position and the process in getting to Jounin, especially in Kumogakure, is an honor to receive. The complicated process is essentially taking on a high praised mission, something that is either A rank or above. Sometimes it involves assassination; sometimes it involves secrets of a political movement by passing along intel on certain political parties. It depends on the situation, the current politics of the time and the Raikage that initiates these said missions. I won’t go into detail on mine; that is another story entirely. What I can say that I ran a lot during that process and let’s say I didn’t pass with flying colors. I was in that unmotivated phase in my life so yes, I barely passed it.
The Raikage had sent an order to find seven candidates, young and prodigious shinobi around Kumogakure so that they would be recruited to different sections of Kumo. Basically, Kaisen had different positions that needed filling. Regardless of the lax period in time, Kaisen was something of a planner. He had a backup plan to a back up black to a back plan so to speak. He never left things open ended. There were many divisions, few of which I didn’t think I was qualified for. Of course, black operations were one of them. That went without saying. Kumo’s black ops was nothing out of the ordinary like, let’s say, Konoha’s ANBU force. They were as relentless, perhaps more so than any Black ops I’ve seen. I knew good and damn well that the position for potential leader was out of the question. Next there was the Spy division, crafty bastards they are. They made shinobi in that division as the perfect liars, all of them made to create a false persona of themselves. There was the intelligence division, self explanatory on that part. They just gathered info on other villages and from information from the continent above.
There were a few more, many of which involving torture and one involving internal affairs. Those divisions I found were either too gruesome to my taste (At the time that is) or just plain ole boring respectively. So there were seven shinobi standing beside one another in Kaisen’s office. I recognized all of the six that were with me. They were all considered those genius level folk that you feared to fight or get into a critical argument which could’ve meant your ass in the long run and sent you home crying and put doubt on how stupid you were. I didn’t give myself enough credit in thinking I was comparable to one of those guys. Sure, I was smart in a way that a fox is clever in outfoxing any captors. That’s how I viewed myself. I knew that some of them looked at me and saw me as the odd person out. If any, they thought I made a wrong turn at the sign or a jounin made a mistake in getting me. Yeah, that’s how much of an idiot they thought of me.
The Raikage came into the office with one of his secretaries walking behind him with a pen scribbling down notes on a clipboard. I was amazed on the appearance of the secretary at first. A horny sixteen year old looking at a full grown woman was teenage wet dream. Hell, she’s still fine too. All twenty-six years of sexy just sitting right now at her desk typing away. Mmm mm mm, that ass-
All right, got off track for a moment. In any case, The Raikage came in and sat down at his desk. He kicked his feet up and set his head on the back of headrest. He didn’t look too interesting in us and it was fair to say that he probably ignored our existence. His hand gripped at his jacket and he pulled out what looked like a rolled up cigarette. I thought it was weed with the thickness of it. He lit that bad boy up and smoked away. The room immediately filled up with a smell that was neither tobacco nor hashish. It smelled quite pleasant to be exact, a medicinal smell which was a word I didn’t conjure up at the time. He looked at all of all. He looked at us with a careful glance.
He pointed at the six of the other jounin, the geniuses. I didn’t think he pointed at me but I wasn’t at all paying attention so I thought he pointed at me as well. “There are six people outside waiting for you six. They will direct you on your current objective. All of you can leave now”
“Sir” all of us said in unison. We all turned heel ready to go out. There was an immediate voice “Not you Heizen. You stay” His calm voice made me halt. I turned my head and pointed to myself. Wasn’t any other Heizen’s in the room his face. He nodded his head and motions a hand over to the front of his desk. When all of the six were gone, he spoke with a certainty of a leader “Look, you’re wondering why I even summoned you to this. You look at yourself thinking that you are not worthy to be in my presence, unworthy in the face of the Raikage and unworthy of being a jounin. You probably look at yourself and see that you cannot be compared to the six shinobi who were considered geniuses and prodigies. You consider yourself one of the averages and by far one of the shinobi who go off and do the same mundane things every day yes?” He said this so matter-of-fact that I couldn’t believe he had conjured it all up. Did he have a file on him that told him this shit or did he just read my mine. My obvious reaction was pure dumbfound. What made it scary was what he said after words “I do not have any records of this. I just looked at you. You screamed unmotivated potential, your body has cracks that seep out power yet you hold it in, persevering yourself for something much greater. Yet, you have nothing to seek something greater in yes?” He said this all in intervals smoking that medicinal weed. The edge of the cigarette just glowing with each inhale then died away as he exhaled.
“I see potential. Potential to lead the people and if not lead then to direct people into leadership” It wasn’t an outright claim saying I was his assistant, his right hand man but it was enough for me. For five years I was under the direct tutelage of the Raikage.
After that, we’ll I’ll add in more in later entries. I’m getting a bit tired of writing. I’ll say that I trained with him for five years until the Kumogakure collapse. He left soon after, leaving me as the one to protect Kumo in his absence. The reason why Kumo hasn’t fallen was for the other directors (the same six in that office had progressed into leaders. Who would’ve thunked it) and the council of lightning. They are choosing to be Raikage. I had refused the position immediately knowing that Kaisen didn’t want me as leader. I knew this only because he said to me that I would know if I wanted to become leader. I knew right there and then, without much thought, that the title of Raikage would not come onto me.
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