Shin Otsutsuki

Shin Otsutsuki

Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: Shin possesses extremely pale white skin, shaggy, shoulder length white hair, and red eyes that almost seem to glow eerily, although most people tend to write it off as a trick of the light. Standing at a height of 168cm (5’6) Shin is considered to be a little on the shorter side amongst the Otsutsuki in his age group. He weighs in at 50kgs (110lbs), putting him on the skinnier side for most his age, even amongst the slender Otsutsuki. These two factors combined tend to make him appear quite weak and fragile to those that lay eyes on him, and that assumption is further enhanced by his rather feminine facial features. His nose is quite small and narrow, his cheekbones are rather high, his eyebrows are thinner and his jaw is softer and more pointed. But despite his rather androgynous appearance Shin is without a doubt male in both body and mind. He is usually only ever seen wearing clothes that are either black, white, or shades of grey, and for the most part he tends to avoid wearing jewelry.

Village: None
Clan: Otsutsuki Clan
Bloodline: Chakra Anomaly
Specialty: Ninjutsu
Element: Lightning

Personality: From a very young age Shin was a very quiet and insightful child, one that lived at a distance to most people and was content in simply observing them, their actions and their ideals. He did this without getting involved in an attempt to fully understand just why people did what they did, as he simply found some of things that people did to be completely and utterly illogical. This approach often prevented Shin from making friends or getting close to others, but he found it to be better this way as it allowed him to think and act without prejudice and preconception, which in turn allowed him to judge things and people solely upon their values and merits.

As he grew older and began to learn more about the world his rather unique outlook proved to be both beneficial and detrimental, as while he appreciated the insight that it provided him, it also exposed him to the worst that humanity had to offer. Wrath, Pride, Greed, Lust, Gluttony, Sloth and Envy. These traits were present in everyone, and while a rare few managed to resist the vast majority of people simply gave in and allowed themselves to be controlled by them. Not even the people of his own clan were not immune to these traits, if anything most if them seemed to be amongst those that had been consumed by them. Slowly but surely he began to despise humanity as a whole, seeing it as nothing more than a hedonistic and corrupt beast that was slowly destroying both itself and the world around it.

When in combat Shin tends to be extremely disciplined, never allowing himself to lose control of his emotions while in a fight or allowing failed plans or attacks upset him. He is not intimidated by superior numbers or superior power, because he knows that in the end numbers don't amount to much and that a single opening was all that was needed to end even the most powerful of opponents. Shin is also willing to do whatever it takes in order to ensure that he wins a fight, even if those actions are extremely dirty and underhanded. If that means that he has to throw a handful of dirt or sand into his opponents eyes then so be it, if it means that he has to take a few cheap shots then he will do it with a smile on his face. Shin, unlike some others in his clan, would rather live with his honour in tatters than die with it intact, as his life was worth far more to him than something as insignificant as pride.

Over the course of his life Shin has come to believe that the only thing that truly matters in the world, and that one thing is power. He see’s power as the one true constant in the endless chaos of the world, as no matter the age, those that held the power were the ones in charge. It is for this reason that his main goal in life is to become as feared and powerful as he possibly can, because only then can he truly be free. It is for this reason that Shin is willing to do almost anything to become stronger, even if that means sacrificing what little ethics and morals he still holds, as to him, anything that makes him stronger is simply a means to an end.

History: Shin is the first and only child of Kicho Himura and Nobunaga Otsutsuki, his father being the head of the Otsutsuki Clan and his mother the heiress to one of the wealthiest merchant families in the Iron City. The marriage of the pair had not been out of love, if anything it was more akin to a business transaction, but the two of them knew what they were getting into and agreed to it. They got along rather well, but it was obvious from the beginning that there was no spark between the two, and the only reason that Shin was born was due to the marriage contract that they had signed. But that didn’t change the fact that both Yukimi and Yamato were amazing parents to Shin, even if his father didn’t really get to spend much time with him due to his duties as head of the clan.

Now, that was not to say that Shin’s childhood was easy by any means, because due to his position as heir to the Otsutsuki clan Shin was trained quite rigorously from an extremely young age. The older that the young heir got the harder his training became, just as the punishments that he was forced to endure for failure were made harsher and harsher. But, whereas others may have broken under the pressure of such a harsh upbringing Shin thrived, he grew stronger and smarter by the day, something that his parents, trainers and clan elders praised him highly for. One of the three revered elders of the Otsutsuki, Mitsuhide, even went so far as to call him the Pride of the Otsutsuki, a title that Shin personally wasn’t a fan of but unfortunately stuck.

As the years continued to pass and Shin grew stronger he also started to become colder and more distant to his clan, something that worried a few but was expected by most that knew him personally. But one of those that was growing steadily more concerned by his behaviour was his father, Nobunaga, who felt that while Shin’s growing coldness was acceptable the distance that was growing between him and the clan was not. The head of the Otsutsuki knew that he couldn’t be the one to save his son from the darkness that had started to consume him, as he suspected that he was one of the main causes for its eistance in the first place. But the man was nothing if not smart, so he penned a letter to somebody that he hadn’t spoken to in what felt like years, his young sister Oichi, a woman who was as feared as she was respected amongst the Otsutsuki clan.

Total Stats:
Speed: 100
Strength: 25
Durability: 25
Chakra: 100
Reserves: 100

Alts?: None
Other Notes: RP Sample below

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Beep*


With a grunt of annoyance an extremely pale, and heavily stitched arm would shoot forth from the darkness and slam down on top of the infernal device making such sounds.

*Crunch*

Was what the owner of the arm heard next, causing him to pause for a split second, before releasing an even more aggravated groan... great, now he had to replace yet another damned alarm clock. Someone really needed to invent an alarm clock for shinobi, one that wouldn't break whenever you hit it just a little too hard... heh, yeah right, retailers probably made a fortune selling alarm clocks to shinobi.

You couldn't exactly blame Kenshin for breaking the damned thing either, he had only just woken up and the incessant beeping was annoying him, so he threw his hand out and brought it down on the alarm in an attempt to turn it off. On the up side it had worked and that incessant beeping had stopped, but on the down side he needed to go and buy yet another damned alarm clock... damn it, that was the third one this month.

With a small sigh of annoyance Kenshin would drag himself out of bed and stumble through the darkness of his room, heading towards the bathroom. The stumbling wasn't really due to his inability to see, or because of any clutter in the room, it was due entirely to the fact that he had only woken up moments ago. With practiced ease Kenshin would grab the doorknob in the pitch black of the room and push the door open, flicking the light switch to the right of the now open door as he walked through. A quick trip to the ceramic throne later, and Kenshin was washing his hands, all the while debating whether or not he should have a shower, or simply use the Chakra Cleanse technique to clean himself.

The shower won in the end, thus why only a minute or so later a completely bare Kenshin could be seen in the bathroom, using the heat of the water to help wake him up. The heat of the water when compared to the cool of the desert night ensured that the room fogged up rather quickly, but he was in the shower for no more than ten minutes. Just long enough to properly clean himself... and shock himself awake by turning the heat off completely at the end of the shower. He would follow off with a quick use of the Chakra Cleanse technique to remove the water from his body entirely, drying him without the need of a towel.

A completely dry, yet still nude Kenshin would open the bathroom door and make his way back into the main room, turning the light on as he did. It was only seeing him in this state that one would get a true look at just how extensive the stitching that covered the tri hearted teen truly was, and as such he was the only person that held that knowledge. His torso looked like a macabre jigsaw puzzle, the small patches of snow white skin seemingly held together by the pitch black threads that called his body home. His arms, while nowhere near as bad as his torso, were still rather heavily stitched, and his legs looked very much the same. In fact, the only place on his body that seemed to be free of the stitches was his face, minus the stitched cut that went from his right cheek to his right brow, straight through the right eye. And unlike most of the other stitches on his body... he had actually inflicted that cut on himself in order to better sell a story, but he was honestly considering just unstitching that wound and letting it scar.

The only scars that were visible on the young man’s body, was the scar that went from the right side of his jaw, up through his left eye and into his hairline, and the scar that circled his neck. But of course, these were simply the only scars that were visible, most of his body was actually covered in much more faded scars that blended in almost perfectly with his extremely pale skin, something that he had done shortly after he had learned the Mystical Palm technique. Of course, he had been unable to heal the scars that were on his back until recently, when he learned the Shadow Clone technique, but now they too were all but gone. The only way one would be able to see those scars would be if the lighting was just right, or if he were to enter into the second stage of the Holy Seal that he had received from Hikari, as it turned his normal skin brown, and his scars an even darker shade of brown.

The ragdoll would start to dress himself in his usual clothes... or at least, a new version of his usual clothes... that damned Namikaze vapourised the original version with that laser of hers. Ugh, just thinking about that incident annoyed him beyond belief, the fact that she actually gained enough power to hurt him with that laser of hers... let's just say Kenshin's pride was hurt worse than he was that day. Not only had she managed to hurt him... she had managed to catch him off guard, and he knew full well that if hadn't been training in the second form of the Holy Seal he would more than likely have been vapourised along with his clothes. Thankfully he hadn't been wearing his eyepatch at the time, or else he would have had to get another one made, and gone to Namikaze yet again to get her to place that seal on it.

With a small growl Kenshin would move towards the little kitchenette in his room. He would open the small fridge and begin to dig through the contents, fishing out a few items that he could cook for breakfast. That incident with Namikaze... it only proved that he had grown complacent in his training, and all the while she had been growing stronger and stronger in the background. The half-blood Uzumaki would give a light sigh of frustration as he opened one of his small cupboards and retrieved a bowl. He would place the bowl down on the counter, and crack three eggs into it, before manipulating a few of his threads to grab a whisk from one of the drawers. He would throw the broken egg shells in the small trash bag he kept in the kitchen as his threads used the whisk they had grabbed before to whisk the eggs. Kenshin would continue to walk through the kitchenette, grabbing a couple of items out of various drawers and cupboards as his threads continued to whisk the eggs in the bowl.

The only thought that was running through Kenshin's head as he placed the chopping board on the counter was that he could no longer say with absolute certainty that he would be able to handle Namikaze in a fight. The Jounin of Hoshigakure would take a look at the eggs that his threads had been whisking and give a small nod, before once more looking back at the items he had on the chopping board. A knife, a tomato, and a some fresh parsley. Off to his left, sitting near the bowl of whisked egg, was a small bottle of milk, and a small salt shaker.

"Perfect" he would mutter to himself as he grabbed the knife and started chopping what he had on the cutting board, starting first with the tomato, which he would proceed to slice cleanly in half. One half, he would put off to the side of the chopping board, while the other he would start to dice into roughly even sizes, not too large, but at the same time not too small. As he did this he would be using his threads to grab the bottle of milk and add a light dash to the egg mixture, along with some salt, before once again starting to lightly whisk the mixture. With that done Kenshin would push the diced tomato off to the other side of the chopping board with his knife, before grabbing the parsley and starting to roughly shred it. Once the herb was cut, he would grab a frying pan from one of the various cupboards and place it on the stove top, which he would then turn on.

He would add a little butter to the pan after it was hot enough, melting the butter and coating the bottom of the pan in what was essentially a non-stick coat, with flavour. Without wasting any time Kenshin would grab the egg mixture and tip it into the hot pan, followed shortly after by the parsley and diced tomato. It would take a few minutes for the bottom of the omelette to actually harden, so Kenshin would pass that small amount of time by quickly tidying his kitchen. He would put the unused ingredients, minus the unused half of the tomato, back in the fridge, while moving the dirty bowl, whisk and chopping board to his sink. The unused half of the tomato would be kept in his hand, and sprinkled lightly with salt, before having a bite taken out of it by the silver haired young man, who had been digging through his drawers looking for a spatula.

He found the cooking instrument after digging through two of the four drawers, but it was fast enough that the omelette had yet to burn, so that was a plus. With a small smile on his face Kenshin would fold one half of the omelette over the other, before taking yet another bite out of the lightly salted tomato. One may not think it upon looking at him, or even after they have gotten to know him a bit... but Kenshin actually enjoyed the simple little things of life, things like cooking, taking walks, nature... it just helped take his mind off... everything related to the shinobi world. For a few minutes, he could forget all his troubles, forget that he could essentially die at any moment of any day... he could just, forget all his worries.

With one last bite of his tomato, Kenshin would grab a plate from the cupboard, and a knife and fork from the drawers. The young man would hum lightly as he grasped the handle of the hot pan and moved it off the heated portion of the stove top, before turning said stove off. He would transfer the omelette from the pan to the plate with the spatula, before putting the spatula with the rest of the dirty dishes and making his was over to the small dining table in the middle of the room, between the kitchenette and his fold out bed. He would place his plate and cutlery on the table, before making his way back into the kitchenette to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. He didn't exactly trust the tap water from this particular inn... or any inns that were as cheap as this place for that matter, which was another reason that he had followed his showed up with the Chakra Cleanse technique.

Now that he had a drink to wash the food down with, Kenshin would make his way back to the dining table and take a seat, grabbing the knife in his left hand and the fork in his right. Now, I could detail our favourite scar faced albino eating this omelette bite by bite, but I think I have gotten more than enough words from this bullshit, and it's starting to become rather monotonous even for me, so I think I'll just do a little flash forward to when he's done. After the young man finished swallowing the final bite of his breakfast, he would take another drink of his bottled water, just to wash the last of the food down. That was pretty nice... but then again, of course it was, he chose to make that for breakfast this morning for a reason. With a light chuckle Kenshin would take his dirty dishes to the sink, and begin the process of washing everything up. It would only take a couple of minutes for him to clean everything, after which he would proceed to dry them and put them back in their rightful places