Post by Yusuke Ishida on Dec 16, 2018 13:15:38 GMT -5
Yusuke Ishida
Rank: B-Rank
Age:
23
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
The young shinobi stands tall at a height of six feet, two inches, always proud to serve the villagers of Sakyugakure. His rusty orange hair is always spiked and kept under control with a tied bandanna, but on rare occasions, he’ll ditch the bandanna and tie his hair back. Perhaps his most identifiable feature is his black eye-patch, concealing an injury he received from his great-uncle during his time at the academy. His face descends into a strong chin, complete with an almost constant grin and fang like teeth.
When he’s not out on a mission, he typically wears a light green tunic with a black overcoat adorned with steel embellishments along the shoulders and cuffs. Along the back of his jacket is the three dot emblem of the Ishida clan, symbolizing the convergence of the three elements that make up the family’s kekkei tota. Covering his neck is an orange scarf, made by his mother Miyoko, decorated with symbols of the Ishida clan. Off-white pants and knee-high leather boots often make him stand out in the crowd, especially when the village is surrounded by an arid desert. Black, finger-less gloves with silver trim and a pair of black earrings complete his usual ensemble.
Village:
Sakyugakure
Clan:
Ishida Clan [WIP]
Bloodline:
Ishida Clan Bloodline [WIP]
Clan/Bloodline Traits:
Ishida Clan: [WIP]
Ishida Clan Bloodline: Turn to Dust [WIP]
Specialty:
Primary: Ninjutsu
Element:
Primary: Earth
Personality:
Yusuke is a fun-loving, adventurous, goofball. Whereas other shinobi may be focused on their personal growth or their next upcoming mission, Yusuke looks forward to the social aspects of his profession. He prides himself in meeting the newest shinobi, training with others, and making those around him happy. When times are tough, he’ll often be the first one to speak up and get everyone in a good mood again, often times at his own expense.
Often times, missions and jobs assigned by the Kage may conflict with some of his most prized morals, but in the end, he believes the Sunakage knows what is best. Although his techniques and jutsu are more poised for an all-out offensive, he often takes the role of the defender, ensuring the safety of his comrades at all costs. He knows first-hand what it is like to lose family when you least expect it, and he can’t bear the thought of being alone. Rather than seeking clan members for guidance, he often looks outward to his closest shinobi in the village, as he identifies with them more closely.
When he’s not tied up with his responsibilities to the village, he often enjoys lounging around with his comrades. Within the upper echelon of shinobi, he is well known for throwing large parties, as a way for everyone to remember what they live to protect. He just hopes Suna-sama will keep giving missions that pay well, cause his landlord isn’t too happy about him being behind on rent.
History:
Ever since the Ishida clan formally joined Sakyugakure, families have worked tirelessly to ensure that their young shinobi were at the top of the academy student class, the pride of the genin recruits, and the elite of the village’s shinobi. But, to be honest, Yusuke didn’t really care. Neither did his parents, Kentaro and Miyoko, both of which were civilians within the clan. To them, their son would learn to be a good friend and member of the village first, and a skilled shinobi second. This spurred divisions within the clan for years, but Yusuke’s youth shielded him from the clan’s true feelings.
It wasn’t that Yusuke lacked ability, focus, or potential. Early on, he showed skill well beyond his years in Earth Release ninjutsu, and was accepted as an academy student at seven years of age. It was clear that, if he wanted to, he could excel through the academy and easily be placed into a genin squad. At eight years of age, he failed his genin exam. The proctor wasn’t very impressed when he used an Earth-Style jutsu to sink his legs into the ground, preventing him from moving. He continued to fail four more times, and in each instance, he found a new and inventive way to show the academy proctors his skill. Needless to say, they weren’t impressed.
It was that fifth time that Yusuke failed the academy graduation exam that Satoru Ishida, his great-uncle and leader of the Ishida clan, was truly angry with him. He had requested to observe the examination of his great-nephew, to ensure the process was just and fair, but soon learned it was Yusuke’s lack of discipline that drew the ire of most proctors. Satoru, in front of academy proctors and other students, used the family’s prized Dust-Release technique to disintegrate Yusuke’s right eye. Covering it with his hand, he screamed in pain as his great-uncle left the room. “Now the whole village will know what you truly are. A shinobi… without vision.”
Yusuke awoke in the hospital the next day, recovering from his injuries. Looking across the room, his single eye found a mirror, and he got a glimpse at the void on the right side of his face. The medical team at Sakyugakure had worked well into the night to ensure his face healed, but he knew that he would never get his eye back. His parents comforted him over his loss, as the rest of the clan shunned him for his failures, but nevertheless, Kentaro and Miyoko couldn’t be prouder of their son.
Over the next month, the Ishida clan was in what only seemed like constant turmoil. Satoru Ishida had been assassinated within the family’s compound, with little leads for the senior clansmen to follow. Many senior shinobi protested to leaders within the village, only to be assigned to missions outside the village. The following week, Yusuke was promoted to the rank of genin, much to the outrage of the rest of the clan.
With his great-uncle’s words still looming over his head, he focused on becoming a shinobi that others would respect. After all, he didn’t want his new genin teammates to think he had been promoted out of pity. Over the next three years, Yusuke focused on meeting other shinobi and expanding his knowledge of elemental jutsu. At age fifteen, he was promoted to the rank of chunin, and at eighteen, he achieved the rank of special jonin.
Called up from the ranks by the Sunakage herself, Yusuke will do anything to protect Sakyugakure, and its Kage.
Total Stats:
Speed:
50
Strength:
10
Durability:
50
Chakra:
60
Reserves:
80
Alts?:
N/A
Other Notes:
In a rare moment of relaxation during the day, Hiroshi was looking out the window down on the village streets of Mizumura. Squads of young genin passed by, laughing with their sensei as they walked to the training grounds, and a few merchants were peddling their wares to anyone that was interested. As he looked above, he spotted a few ANBU members, running along the roof tops of the nearby buildings. A soft smile greeted his face as he took a deep breath and admired the village that he cherished.
This serene and tranquil day was then interrupted by the splintering of wood within his home. He turned his head quickly as the floor was covered in wooden shrapnel. The boards creaked as the intruder carefully stepped around his abode, seeking his target. Grabbing whatever he could find at his bedside, Hiroshi pressed himself against his bedroom wall, hoping to surprise his intruder. “Great,” he thought. “A katana and five shuriken, of all days I pick to come home.” He shook his head in frustration.
The sight of a familiar face stepping into his bedroom was enough for Hiroshi to let his guard down. “Masayuki?” he said. The grip on his katana loosened as he recognized his former teammate, a sign of relief from whoever came crashing in, he thought. Catching him off guard, Masa-kun swung his fist straight into the jaw of Hiroshi, sending him airborne into the nearby wall. The steel katana fell out of his hand, clanging onto the ground, as he dropped to his knees. Looking upward, he now could see that his comrade was no longer in control of his own body. Masa-kun’s eyes glowed with a red tint, and a black ink seal was adhered to his neck like a collar that pulsed across his skin. “Oh,” he chuckled, “that explains the sudden uncontrollable rage issues.”
Conventional weapons were of no use to the senior shinobi; he couldn’t willingly injure his own village’s ninja. Hiroshi scanned the room for something a little less lethal that he could use to his advantage, and his options were looking bleak as Masa drew closer. “Well Masa, it’s time for that spar you always wanted.” He grasped for a blanket on his bed and through it in the air, hoping to conceal his movements as he slid alongside his bed. Masa was always a reckless individual, and led with another punch, striking so quickly that the very air seemed to whistle around him, but the only victim he could claim was a simple bedsheet. Seeing this as his own opportunity, Hiroshi maneuvered himself behind his target, and with a swift elbow to the back of the head, Masa fell to the ground. As he turned Masa over, he could see the seal visibly shrink in size. “Hope I didn’t overdue it this time. Mizu-sama is going to be so mad at me if Masa is really hurt.”
He laid Masa into his bed, and although bruises were starting to develop around the site of impact, Hiroshi was at least confident that Masa wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon.
This serene and tranquil day was then interrupted by the splintering of wood within his home. He turned his head quickly as the floor was covered in wooden shrapnel. The boards creaked as the intruder carefully stepped around his abode, seeking his target. Grabbing whatever he could find at his bedside, Hiroshi pressed himself against his bedroom wall, hoping to surprise his intruder. “Great,” he thought. “A katana and five shuriken, of all days I pick to come home.” He shook his head in frustration.
The sight of a familiar face stepping into his bedroom was enough for Hiroshi to let his guard down. “Masayuki?” he said. The grip on his katana loosened as he recognized his former teammate, a sign of relief from whoever came crashing in, he thought. Catching him off guard, Masa-kun swung his fist straight into the jaw of Hiroshi, sending him airborne into the nearby wall. The steel katana fell out of his hand, clanging onto the ground, as he dropped to his knees. Looking upward, he now could see that his comrade was no longer in control of his own body. Masa-kun’s eyes glowed with a red tint, and a black ink seal was adhered to his neck like a collar that pulsed across his skin. “Oh,” he chuckled, “that explains the sudden uncontrollable rage issues.”
Conventional weapons were of no use to the senior shinobi; he couldn’t willingly injure his own village’s ninja. Hiroshi scanned the room for something a little less lethal that he could use to his advantage, and his options were looking bleak as Masa drew closer. “Well Masa, it’s time for that spar you always wanted.” He grasped for a blanket on his bed and through it in the air, hoping to conceal his movements as he slid alongside his bed. Masa was always a reckless individual, and led with another punch, striking so quickly that the very air seemed to whistle around him, but the only victim he could claim was a simple bedsheet. Seeing this as his own opportunity, Hiroshi maneuvered himself behind his target, and with a swift elbow to the back of the head, Masa fell to the ground. As he turned Masa over, he could see the seal visibly shrink in size. “Hope I didn’t overdue it this time. Mizu-sama is going to be so mad at me if Masa is really hurt.”
He laid Masa into his bed, and although bruises were starting to develop around the site of impact, Hiroshi was at least confident that Masa wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon.