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Name: Hotsuma
Age: 12
Village: Kohonagakure
Clan: Orphaned/No known relatives
Family: Orphaned/No known relatives
Affiliation:
-Kohonagakure no sato
Rank: Academy student
Kekkei Genkai: None
Jutsu elemental style: Wind
Jutsu known: As an entry level student, Hotsuma knows only the theories behind chakra molding and is still a novice to most techniques. Hotsuma's only reliable skills at this time are his taijutsu; specifcally his grappling arts and his self defense techniques.
Jutsu Learning: Not being proficient at his sloppy jutsu's, Hotsuma aspires to learn about cover and concealment, being self sufficient in the field, resisting interrogation and escaping confinement, and having fore-sight; to be able to see ahead and beyond one's opposition.
Background: Hotsuma was born upon the soil of the Kohona, but is not related to any ninja bloodline. Hotsuma's parents were a rich and young couple traversing through the ninja nations when they gave birth to him. With being a young couple; they only thought of them selfs as they visited the lands of kohona, giving away a young Hotsuma to the sentries at Kohona's main gate with very little thought or compassion.
Growing up with no real family, Hotsuma grew up amongst the industrial and farming community. Being passed around in his youth, Hotsuma learned a good deal of productive trades, in the event of him falling out of the Academy. He's lived around farmers, botanists, construction workers, cooks, gate guards, and convinience store owners; just to name a few. Dispite not having a full time parent around, growing with the villagers has humbled Hotsuma's heart to look past such trivial things as abandonment.
Young Hotsuma has always been an upbeat, and carefree person; dispite his upbrinings. At a young age within the Kohonagakure; Hotsuma spent the vast majority of his time at the Village's orphinage playing Go with other orphans. Social interaction was what kept Hotsuma's mind off trivial things, such as his parental status or education as a shinobi.
Living a slowpaced life, thus did his ninja skills excel at his own, slow pace. Constantly dabbling in the ninja arts to prep him for the academy, Hotsuma's overall skill as an academy ninja was dampened by his lack of proper tutilage of chakra molding. Not waiting for someone to come teach him, Hotsuma was inspired to adapt and overcome to his chakra learning curve by observing and practicing other ranked shinobi's tactics, such as land navigation, cover/concealment, misidrection and luring and trapping.
On most days at the academy, or while wandering about Konoha; Hotsuma can be singled out by the dark-blue scarf that surrounds his face and trails behind him. He tends to dress in real dark, earthy colors but will almost always wear a keiogi and hakama along with his tabi and shinguards.
Hotsuma stands at an even 5'5, weighing in at 150lbs. His eyes are a smokey-grey while his hair forms out to a jet-black color; as if constantly matted down. For those who come face to face with Hotsuma, one can spot the more finer detail, further distinguishing Hotsuma from the average shinobi.
When smiling, one can see the rather vibrant blue sapphire tongue ring he owns; or when Hotsuma rolls up his sleeves one can catch a glimpse of characters upon his forearm spelling 'Bansenshukai'.
Roleplay sample:
Bowing towards the elder chunin, Hotsuma widened his stance; placing a relaxed set of hands to protect him. The elder chunin gave a nod, as he broke into a flurry of lifting kicks with the intent to land rib shots.
'Damn those kicks sting!' Hotsuma thought. With the chunin relentlessly kicking Hotsuma back from his position, Hotsuma dropped in for a single-leg takedown, picking the chunin's base leg. "Gah!" Cried the chunin, following a loud thud as the two landed into a half mounted position, with the young Hotsuma pinning the chunin's arms down.
Being already halfmounted, Hotsuma attempted to hook a leg into a leg lock by faking a punch. Letting out a kiai, Hotsuma rolled into the leg lock, only to have the chunin dissapate into a subsitution log.
"That's some advanced taijutsu your attempting! You almost had me!" Echoed the chunin's voice. Hotsuma's eyes shifted around the forrest, with no luck as the chunin spoke again. "Better luck next time, kid!"
This post has been edited by Hotsuma on Feb 13 2012, 08:00 PM
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There's no point in fighting the passing time, I'd rather put my effort into a continuous adaptation to different moments in my life. One's body takes notice of the limitations imposed by age and warns of what it is or isn't apt to do. It's up to the fighter to be aware and intuitive enough to assimilate these signals. It's inevitable that you'll have to take the foot off the accelerator, but the important part is to never stop, never surrender to a static, immobile existence- the time for that is after passing over. Carlos gracie jr.
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Hotsuma, Fresh academy meat.
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