yeah, I bet that title got your attention didn't it?
sorry, I lied, this really is a character application.
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Name: Calintz
Nickname: Zero
Weight: 80 kg
Height: 180 cm
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Rank: Genin
Village/Group: None
Element(s): lightning
Family: unknown/ metaphorically dead
Clan: None
Bloodline: Fatal attraction
Tattoo(s):
Bottom Tattoo covers his upper chest, the Top covers his upper back
Scar(s): n/a
Looks:
Weapon(s):
katana
Kunai
Shuriken
Armor:
Metal Shoulder pad on left side
All of Calintz's clothing has metal fibers woven into them which are infused with his chakra including shoes and gloves
Equipment:
Smoke bombs
Exploding tags
Steel Wire
ball bearings
Personality:
Calintz is an easy going guy who can come across as being one of those 'cool mysterious types' which often makes it difficult for people to want to get to know him. Calintz possesses a fair sense of justice along with a somewhat outdated set of morals
Having had little interaction with girls his age, Calintz has difficulty around women and usually becomes very quiet and withdrawn in their presence.
Bio:
Calintz was not born inside any of the established ninja villages but was abandoned in what passed for an orphanage when he was only weeks old. By the age of two he was bought by a group of nomads who desperately wanted a son that could inherit their business- a traveling group of weapon masons. Since he had no name, he was given the name Calintz.
As such Calintz grew up traveling between the various villages and was taught in the use of all the weapons that his adoptive family dealt with: sword's, staff's, maces, bows, scythes and he, like all the other children that traveled with them would be tutored in Ninjutsu by the elders of the Clan. it was through this that Cloud- at the age of seven discovered his affinity with lightning and his Blood Limit which was dubbed simply as 'fatal attraction' by the elder that tutored him.
As Calintz grew older and became more and more proficient in the use of weapons, at the age of 14 he was entrusted with a precious family heirloom- a katana which he carries with him everywhere.
3 years later, Calintz's group was attacked by raiders and his makeshift family was killed along with many others. the few survivors went their separate ways and Calintz was forced to adapt to life by himself.
RP sample: (Required for rank higher Academy Student)
Calintz stood at the crest of a dull yellow sand dune with the sun behind him in such a way that made him appear as a dark an ominous silhouette which Calintz thought was fantastic and wished for a fleeting moment that there was someone around to witness it... But there wasn't, so he continued trudging ahead through the desert.
Behind him, his footsteps could be traced well into the distance as the only record that he existed on earth. Stopping to take a swig from his water flask he was disappointed to find that half a mouthful of lukewarm water was all he had left. With a sigh he simply replaced the lid and let it fall- its fall cut short by a short piece of fabric that tied it to his waist.
It had been barely a month since he had been forced to leave behind the closest thing he had to family and he found that his memories of them were fading, probably because of the trauma associated with them... But it helped to heal his broken soul even if it came at a price. After walking through the desert that connected the sand village to the other villages for so long he had begun to wonder if he had become hopelessly lost... it wouldn't surprise him, in fact he expected that the insanity form lack of hydration would start to set in soon... he would start making imaginary friends and seeing things that weren't there... He had heard the various stories as a child and now he was in the position of the guy who he had once thought of as a brainless idiot. "Oh the irony", he muttered to himself just to prove to himself that he still possessed the power of speech.
As Calintz reached the bottom of yet another rolling sand dune he made a bet with himself and God- if there was in fact a god like so many people claimed- that if over the next hill there wasn't a village, he would... he would... he didn't know what he would do but he would sure as damn hell do something crazy! With agonizingly slow progress he crested what he dubbed 'the last sand dune' and peered down cautiously. "Well I'll be dammed, there is a god after all" he laughed as he looked down at what he knew to be the village of the sand. With renewed vigor he proceeded down the face of the sand dune- a great amount of hot sand finding its way into his shoes and causing significant irritation, but Calintz ignored it- taking on an absurd hopping limp to maximize his speed despite his sand filled feet.
Upon reaching the village gates he was let in, along with peals of laughter from the guards as they watched him hobble along. Then finally, at long last he reached the public well where he filled up his flask and drank it all 3 times before collapsing onto his butt and pulling off both shoes and watched sand cascade out of them. He then laid back against the wall of the nearest house, taking full advantage of the shade it was currently provided and dozed off, his shoes by his side like trusty, extremely sandy watchdogs.
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