General
Name: Kihatsu-sei Senju
Gender: Male
Ninja path: Elemental – Elemental
Clan: Senju
Rank: Genin
Chakra nature: Earth (Adamant in color, think unrefined diamonds)
Age: 17
Looks
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 155lbs.
Body: Packed with tight muscle, large and broad shoulders combined with double jointed-ness from his ball and socket joint of his shoulder down to his finger joints. Enlarged canines.
Hair: The dark black with blue tints of the Uchiha, spikey and thrown back, wild. Think Aizen after he does the head whip. xd
Personality
Likes: Randomness, comfortable unorganized, disorder, energy in all of its entirety, volatile substances, bombs, explosions, disruption, anarchy, discord and most every other form of random surge of upending circumstances.
Dislikes: Order, calm, stagnancy, stability, peace, dud-bombs, authority, mental conditioning, the Senju, but even more so the Uchiha, the fact that he was born.
Hates:How he looks and even more so when other Senju point out how he looks.
Extras: His body is wracked with scars of failure as well of success of his explosions. His irises are blood red[note: he will never possess the Rinnegan nor the Sharingan]. He wears contacts to make his eyes appear to be a typical black instead of the ominous red they are prone to. Each of elements he has mastered have taken on a darker and more deranged color due to the fragile state of his mind.
Hobbies:Does blowing stuff up count? Isn't very sure given that he was kept in a dark hole and experimented on for years.
Fears:Forgetting his mothers face.
Nindo:Exploding, wait no exploding the Uchiha, no the Senju... no wait the Senju AND the Uchiha! ... Just blowing s**t up in general.
History:
Birthplace: In the Senju compound, it is a well kept secret that he was nobility, even from himself. Only his grandfather and the village head are aware of this.
Date of Birth: Summer Solstice: June 21st
Kekkei Genkai: Blight Wood release: Through the hate and spite his mother felt for him during pregnancy, and the experimentation he suffered at the hands of his alleged family; the wood release he will develop is made from poisonous trees (such as the coco-boa and the purple heart wood) when splinters get lodged into the skin they almost immediately fester and infect, as well as create a toxic gas when ground finely.
The Beginning
The story of this unfortunate boys childhood is one soaked in misery and endless pain. Before the peace, there was the War. Before the War, there was the conflict. Long before the birth of our young child of chaos was born a young man unto the Uchiha village. This man was tempered in the radical beliefs of total war; his belief of what was good in life was the destruction of one’s enemies, seeing them driven before you, and hearing the lamentations of the women.
So much so was this his belief that this very man had come to enjoy hearing the sound of those in suffering, he derived a pleasure from it that was both dark and ugly. When conflict was struck as a match, and the candle of war was lit; to battle he went with eager and anticipating eyes. Ablaze with the Sharingan of his sword brothers, armed with his own: The laid siege to the country side bordering the Senju forest. Unknown to this man the daughter of Senju royalty lie hidden in the commoner territory.
It was believe that in this province she would be safe, as in honorable war the prized and acceptable terms of battle were of key cities and defensible garrisons. This war, however, was NOT a war of honor. The simple towns folk fell beneath them as they bore down with hungry blades like teeth of any oni, eyes bathed in bloody-red omniscience. The women were lined up together, chosen out among the soldiers; passed out like one would pass out sweets. As they disrobed and released the most unspeakable of tortures, the villainy turned the sky an sickly green and the clouds an angry black.
A cry out was made in a merciful plea, “Please, Stop this!” Sadly, in the time it took the young Senju noble to find the courage to speak; the minds of the villagers were already broken. Yet, the young power-hungry general saw opportunity. More than that, he saw an insatiable meal to satiate his ravenous gluttony for misery. He knew not how he knew, but know that he did, that this woman was of the Senju nobility. So he took her for himself, and brought to light a new stain upon the earth of the ninja world.
Repeatedly and for millennia it seemed to continue until he had at last succeeded, planting his dark seed into the enemy. With a wicked plan to create something terrible and more frightening than either clan had witnessed in remembered history.
Many months passed and the mother was treated as if she was married to the general, who paraded her around like a trophy of war. However, in truth she was much more powerful now than she ever was; this… thing inside her made her chakra more potent than it ever had been. Despite her hatred for the spawn in her belly, she saw the opportunity to call on its assistance. One night when the moon was bright, she unleashed the fury only mother earth could bestow. The dreaded Wood Release erupted from the general’s tent in dark and angry tendrils. Thorns of animosity, branches of harsh and splintered loathing tore through the fabric as a sigh in the breeze and through the flesh of the young general’s men like supple dumplings.
The general escaped only because of his own paranoia and new level of developed power, with the aid of his Mangekyuo Sharingan; he saw her attack in enough time to make quick his cowardly retreat. His men fell before the full mother as she decimated an entire battalion with the sorrow of the planet aiding her.
Escaping to her home she fell before her father sobbingly, asking for her life and forgiveness. The mother-to-be knew the shame that she brought upon her father, however, she often forgot the love he felt for her; he was happy to see the trees had guided her back to him from what he thought to be the gates of death. They kept it secret; she was made to bear the child as others had witnessed her girth when she returned from her long absence.
Back story: And so it came to pass that boy was born, healthy and strong. The ill omen his mother had felt of his, the hatred of his existence all but disappeared when she witnessed his screaming and naked form, so full of life. She raised him in the teachings of the Senju, a problem child he proved to be. Extremely impatient, very active and radiating with energy; he was more fond of playing soldier and hiding in illusions of grandeur that he would ascend to become the next Sage of Sixth Paths.
One day, the mother saw something that chilled her very soul. The boy was playing with his childhood friend that he was found of leading around town, only this time, he had the other boy on his back with and his foot on the younger boy’s throat. He eyes were hellish red, and his face was that of the sadistic general’s. Shouting at her child gave him a start and he removed his foot and got off of the boy, unaware that what he was doing was wrong.
He eyes welled up with tears of shame, for the one person he loved most was his mother. Upon returning to their villa the mother had gone to her father in confidence and explained her worry. The father hugged the mother and assured her that everything would be alright. In the morning they came, the soldiers of the Senju, grabbing the boy whose eyes had not changed back from their unappealing red and hauled him off. The boy put up as much fight as he could muster but against four fully trained and heavily armored guards it was no use.
Confused he screamed, pleaded, begged his mother to rescue him, to hug him good-bye, to say she loved him, to look at him! But the mother turned her head, and that was the last thing the boy ever saw of his mother. He did not see her tears, he did not hear her mutter, “I’m so sorry my child.”
In the dark of the forest, yes the keepers of unity and light even carry shadow, they took him. Interrogated him, tortured him, beat him. His eyes never changed, but they noticed something odd; through all of the anger, confusion, rage and sorrow the Sharingan they were ordered to look for never surfaced. They began to experiment, medical ninja of sickening curiosity and dreams of quantifying the gods examined him, genjutsu specialist tortured him; turning his mind inside and out. They told the boy such horrid stories, ugly realities of his true origins, his mother’s false love and his shame of his grandfather. The boy screamed as his reality crumbled and his first ninja talents made manifest for the eyes of all who could bear witness, the earth beneath rose around his feet, fire burst from his mouth in spurts, while lightning filled the room.
A harsh wind began to well up in the room and suddenly the humidity peaked as well. Since he never had any proper training, the chakra emerging from him was not only astonishing and unreal to his torturers, it was seeking substance in a dark and seemingly unnatural ways. It took the grandfather stepping in and using the clans kekkei genkai: the wood release to bind him. The something even more startling appeared to the eye of all those still bearing witness. The boy started to slowly fight and turn back the masters wood, like watching sap drip from a tree; it was fighting the will of this boy unnatural fury.
With a punch that the boys eye could not follow, the old man buried his hand into the abdomen of the boy. At once the elements ceased, there was only the sound of boy’s strangled gasps and the coughing of blood. Blackness ate his vision, only to be reawakened to his amazement. The words of his grandfather filled his ears, “You will become a weapon on unequivocal power.” He stood over him, the love gone from his feature; all that they boy was shown was the greedy look of the evil Uchiha.
Several years of secret experimentation and mental conditioning took place. The boy strangely never possessed any genjutsu to speak of nor was he overly competent in the use of a weapon; his taijutsu was better than average but not something he used often. However his elements were stronger and more powerful than any Senju the grandfather had ever bore witness. After many years, the boy sought release from this hell; he had behaved up until now upon the promise of seeing his beautiful mother again. The lord, his grandfather, never told him that she died shortly after they abducted him.
One day when was supposed to take his “medicine” he overheard the news from two gossiping shinobi. This was a mistake they later regretted. The very walls of his prison exploded, seemingly from everywhere at once and all from within inside. As a matter of fact the boy was ground zero, countless shinobi rushed to the scene to see the demon awoken from his docile prison that was fabricated from lies. His chakra was massive and he wasn’t planning on leaving alive; weapons were thrown, elements manipulate and blood spilled. The boy was on the verge of death broken and in agony, he decided upon seeing the “lord” to take the building down around them. The explosion was massive, and rocked the bedrock of the earth.
He awoke once again in the laboratory with his childhood friend watching him. The troubled boy sat up; although something was missing. He saw that one of his arm above the elbow, and a leg below the knee; his gaze led him to their location, both on a table not far away, what was left anyway. The boy then buried his face in his hands and screamed. The sound was hollow and so sorrow filled that the gods themselves shed tears, as the sky wept a heavy rain and the earth soaked in the sorrow of this boy. The scientists discovered that in the explosion certain chakra receptors around his eyes were damaged, and that he never would give them their coveted Sharingan.
However, he was still a valuable if not volatile tool for their use in conquering the enemy. He realized the only way to rid him of this existence was to use his own body as a catalyst, rather than shielding it from the explosion. This time he was successful laboratory from which he was bore, the grandfather who only saw his usefulness as a weapon, everything but his name and a lock of hair his mother kept in a case in their chateau. The explosion of this scale was not to be seen again until the life time of Deidara of the Akatsuki. That was the first of this boy’s deaths, sadly, his pain was one cursed to last. So it came to pass, the great tragedy of Kihatsu-sei no Senju.
Name: Kihatsu-sei Senju
Gender: Male
Ninja path: Elemental – Elemental
Clan: Senju
Rank: Genin
Chakra nature: Earth (Adamant in color, think unrefined diamonds)
Age: 17
Looks
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 155lbs.
Body: Packed with tight muscle, large and broad shoulders combined with double jointed-ness from his ball and socket joint of his shoulder down to his finger joints. Enlarged canines.
Hair: The dark black with blue tints of the Uchiha, spikey and thrown back, wild. Think Aizen after he does the head whip. xd
Personality
Likes: Randomness, comfortable unorganized, disorder, energy in all of its entirety, volatile substances, bombs, explosions, disruption, anarchy, discord and most every other form of random surge of upending circumstances.
Dislikes: Order, calm, stagnancy, stability, peace, dud-bombs, authority, mental conditioning, the Senju, but even more so the Uchiha, the fact that he was born.
Hates:How he looks and even more so when other Senju point out how he looks.
Extras: His body is wracked with scars of failure as well of success of his explosions. His irises are blood red[note: he will never possess the Rinnegan nor the Sharingan]. He wears contacts to make his eyes appear to be a typical black instead of the ominous red they are prone to. Each of elements he has mastered have taken on a darker and more deranged color due to the fragile state of his mind.
Hobbies:Does blowing stuff up count? Isn't very sure given that he was kept in a dark hole and experimented on for years.
Fears:Forgetting his mothers face.
Nindo:Exploding, wait no exploding the Uchiha, no the Senju... no wait the Senju AND the Uchiha! ... Just blowing s**t up in general.
History:
Birthplace: In the Senju compound, it is a well kept secret that he was nobility, even from himself. Only his grandfather and the village head are aware of this.
Date of Birth: Summer Solstice: June 21st
Kekkei Genkai: Blight Wood release: Through the hate and spite his mother felt for him during pregnancy, and the experimentation he suffered at the hands of his alleged family; the wood release he will develop is made from poisonous trees (such as the coco-boa and the purple heart wood) when splinters get lodged into the skin they almost immediately fester and infect, as well as create a toxic gas when ground finely.
The Beginning
The story of this unfortunate boys childhood is one soaked in misery and endless pain. Before the peace, there was the War. Before the War, there was the conflict. Long before the birth of our young child of chaos was born a young man unto the Uchiha village. This man was tempered in the radical beliefs of total war; his belief of what was good in life was the destruction of one’s enemies, seeing them driven before you, and hearing the lamentations of the women.
So much so was this his belief that this very man had come to enjoy hearing the sound of those in suffering, he derived a pleasure from it that was both dark and ugly. When conflict was struck as a match, and the candle of war was lit; to battle he went with eager and anticipating eyes. Ablaze with the Sharingan of his sword brothers, armed with his own: The laid siege to the country side bordering the Senju forest. Unknown to this man the daughter of Senju royalty lie hidden in the commoner territory.
It was believe that in this province she would be safe, as in honorable war the prized and acceptable terms of battle were of key cities and defensible garrisons. This war, however, was NOT a war of honor. The simple towns folk fell beneath them as they bore down with hungry blades like teeth of any oni, eyes bathed in bloody-red omniscience. The women were lined up together, chosen out among the soldiers; passed out like one would pass out sweets. As they disrobed and released the most unspeakable of tortures, the villainy turned the sky an sickly green and the clouds an angry black.
A cry out was made in a merciful plea, “Please, Stop this!” Sadly, in the time it took the young Senju noble to find the courage to speak; the minds of the villagers were already broken. Yet, the young power-hungry general saw opportunity. More than that, he saw an insatiable meal to satiate his ravenous gluttony for misery. He knew not how he knew, but know that he did, that this woman was of the Senju nobility. So he took her for himself, and brought to light a new stain upon the earth of the ninja world.
Repeatedly and for millennia it seemed to continue until he had at last succeeded, planting his dark seed into the enemy. With a wicked plan to create something terrible and more frightening than either clan had witnessed in remembered history.
Many months passed and the mother was treated as if she was married to the general, who paraded her around like a trophy of war. However, in truth she was much more powerful now than she ever was; this… thing inside her made her chakra more potent than it ever had been. Despite her hatred for the spawn in her belly, she saw the opportunity to call on its assistance. One night when the moon was bright, she unleashed the fury only mother earth could bestow. The dreaded Wood Release erupted from the general’s tent in dark and angry tendrils. Thorns of animosity, branches of harsh and splintered loathing tore through the fabric as a sigh in the breeze and through the flesh of the young general’s men like supple dumplings.
The general escaped only because of his own paranoia and new level of developed power, with the aid of his Mangekyuo Sharingan; he saw her attack in enough time to make quick his cowardly retreat. His men fell before the full mother as she decimated an entire battalion with the sorrow of the planet aiding her.
Escaping to her home she fell before her father sobbingly, asking for her life and forgiveness. The mother-to-be knew the shame that she brought upon her father, however, she often forgot the love he felt for her; he was happy to see the trees had guided her back to him from what he thought to be the gates of death. They kept it secret; she was made to bear the child as others had witnessed her girth when she returned from her long absence.
Back story: And so it came to pass that boy was born, healthy and strong. The ill omen his mother had felt of his, the hatred of his existence all but disappeared when she witnessed his screaming and naked form, so full of life. She raised him in the teachings of the Senju, a problem child he proved to be. Extremely impatient, very active and radiating with energy; he was more fond of playing soldier and hiding in illusions of grandeur that he would ascend to become the next Sage of Sixth Paths.
One day, the mother saw something that chilled her very soul. The boy was playing with his childhood friend that he was found of leading around town, only this time, he had the other boy on his back with and his foot on the younger boy’s throat. He eyes were hellish red, and his face was that of the sadistic general’s. Shouting at her child gave him a start and he removed his foot and got off of the boy, unaware that what he was doing was wrong.
He eyes welled up with tears of shame, for the one person he loved most was his mother. Upon returning to their villa the mother had gone to her father in confidence and explained her worry. The father hugged the mother and assured her that everything would be alright. In the morning they came, the soldiers of the Senju, grabbing the boy whose eyes had not changed back from their unappealing red and hauled him off. The boy put up as much fight as he could muster but against four fully trained and heavily armored guards it was no use.
Confused he screamed, pleaded, begged his mother to rescue him, to hug him good-bye, to say she loved him, to look at him! But the mother turned her head, and that was the last thing the boy ever saw of his mother. He did not see her tears, he did not hear her mutter, “I’m so sorry my child.”
In the dark of the forest, yes the keepers of unity and light even carry shadow, they took him. Interrogated him, tortured him, beat him. His eyes never changed, but they noticed something odd; through all of the anger, confusion, rage and sorrow the Sharingan they were ordered to look for never surfaced. They began to experiment, medical ninja of sickening curiosity and dreams of quantifying the gods examined him, genjutsu specialist tortured him; turning his mind inside and out. They told the boy such horrid stories, ugly realities of his true origins, his mother’s false love and his shame of his grandfather. The boy screamed as his reality crumbled and his first ninja talents made manifest for the eyes of all who could bear witness, the earth beneath rose around his feet, fire burst from his mouth in spurts, while lightning filled the room.
A harsh wind began to well up in the room and suddenly the humidity peaked as well. Since he never had any proper training, the chakra emerging from him was not only astonishing and unreal to his torturers, it was seeking substance in a dark and seemingly unnatural ways. It took the grandfather stepping in and using the clans kekkei genkai: the wood release to bind him. The something even more startling appeared to the eye of all those still bearing witness. The boy started to slowly fight and turn back the masters wood, like watching sap drip from a tree; it was fighting the will of this boy unnatural fury.
With a punch that the boys eye could not follow, the old man buried his hand into the abdomen of the boy. At once the elements ceased, there was only the sound of boy’s strangled gasps and the coughing of blood. Blackness ate his vision, only to be reawakened to his amazement. The words of his grandfather filled his ears, “You will become a weapon on unequivocal power.” He stood over him, the love gone from his feature; all that they boy was shown was the greedy look of the evil Uchiha.
Several years of secret experimentation and mental conditioning took place. The boy strangely never possessed any genjutsu to speak of nor was he overly competent in the use of a weapon; his taijutsu was better than average but not something he used often. However his elements were stronger and more powerful than any Senju the grandfather had ever bore witness. After many years, the boy sought release from this hell; he had behaved up until now upon the promise of seeing his beautiful mother again. The lord, his grandfather, never told him that she died shortly after they abducted him.
One day when was supposed to take his “medicine” he overheard the news from two gossiping shinobi. This was a mistake they later regretted. The very walls of his prison exploded, seemingly from everywhere at once and all from within inside. As a matter of fact the boy was ground zero, countless shinobi rushed to the scene to see the demon awoken from his docile prison that was fabricated from lies. His chakra was massive and he wasn’t planning on leaving alive; weapons were thrown, elements manipulate and blood spilled. The boy was on the verge of death broken and in agony, he decided upon seeing the “lord” to take the building down around them. The explosion was massive, and rocked the bedrock of the earth.
He awoke once again in the laboratory with his childhood friend watching him. The troubled boy sat up; although something was missing. He saw that one of his arm above the elbow, and a leg below the knee; his gaze led him to their location, both on a table not far away, what was left anyway. The boy then buried his face in his hands and screamed. The sound was hollow and so sorrow filled that the gods themselves shed tears, as the sky wept a heavy rain and the earth soaked in the sorrow of this boy. The scientists discovered that in the explosion certain chakra receptors around his eyes were damaged, and that he never would give them their coveted Sharingan.
However, he was still a valuable if not volatile tool for their use in conquering the enemy. He realized the only way to rid him of this existence was to use his own body as a catalyst, rather than shielding it from the explosion. This time he was successful laboratory from which he was bore, the grandfather who only saw his usefulness as a weapon, everything but his name and a lock of hair his mother kept in a case in their chateau. The explosion of this scale was not to be seen again until the life time of Deidara of the Akatsuki. That was the first of this boy’s deaths, sadly, his pain was one cursed to last. So it came to pass, the great tragedy of Kihatsu-sei no Senju.
