Kyamalie, Jai

Name: Jai Kyamalie
Age:37
Birthdate: August 8
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Rank: Commander General

Village: Hanagakure
Element(s): Yang Release
Specialties: Weapon Technician | Ninjutsu | Kenjutsu
Special Characteristics:

Name: Alpha Male
Type: Clan based
Description: The user has the characteristics of a 'head male of the pack'. They are generally more aggressive that others,  often seeking a leadership role within situations. The user can often be described as having little tolerance for those who challenge their authority. They often have vicious tempers, and feel the primal urge to claim their dominance of anything they consider to be in their possession.



Height:6'2
Weight: 175lbs
Hair Color: White
Eye Color:Gold
General Description: At first glance, one would not expect Jai to be anything more than a civilian. He avoids flashy clothing in favor of plain civilian clothes. All the better to blend into a crowd of people. He favors plain clothings, ones with no markings of any sorts. Jai is most often seen wearing a black leather bomber jacket with a low collar and a v-neck white shirt, hiding from view his tattoed torso. White hair falls from his head to barely brush the tops of his shoulders. This hair is often held back by a pair of goggles or sunglasses. Gold eyes watch the world carefully, allowing him to continously analyze the people and places around him. At his waist, Jai usually keeps a simple combat knife strapped on his left side. His lower half is clothed in black leather pants, ending over combat boots.

Personality: Don't push his buttons" is an expression that many might say in reference to Jai, but the truth is it's not entirely accurate. You see, Jai doesn't have "buttons", oh no, he has a button. It's big, it's shiney, but it's not labeled one bit. Push at your own risk. When not testing the similarities between fire-wood and the people that piss him off, Jai can generally be seen trying to give himself a reason to make the world's first human firecracker. He's argumentative, loud, obnoxious, and a bit rough around the edges. He's subject to his curiously, which can occasionally stem from less than noble causes. This isn't to say he's a complete jack-ass all the time - he's not, you just have to give him a reason not to be. When given a reason to not be a jackass, Jai turns into the most loyal person that you'll know -- moreso if he respects you.

Another side of Jai is the fact that he likes to eat. He's known for clearing a table alone if he really wants to; though where he honestly packs it all away is anyone's guess. Given his alpha-like mentality and overall hotheadedness, he tends to stick to a mostly meat filled diet; though the addition of sweets to any meal is always a good thing.

A blazing inferno to Jai is about as good as perhaps a bar of chocolate would be to someone else, or a nice cup of tea. The larger and hotter the better. It could be the fire itself as a whole that he likes, or perhaps several of the pieces of it put together; such as the color or the heat that comes off of it. Or, perhaps it's neither of those and is simply the pure destructive power that the fire itself has; the ability to burn something that once was into complete nothingness; ashes to scatter to the winds, to be forever gone. In anycase, there is no denying his fixation for pyromania.

In the same light of him loving fire, Jai also adores the natural world around him. As an avid hunter, Jai believes that his place is in the wild, sharing the same earth as the animals around him. Every animal has a purpose in the circle of life, no matter how small -- even if that purpose was simply to allow a larger animal to live on.

Wolves. This would have to be one of Jai's greater likes in this world. While he has only seen a pack of wolves once in his life, Jai fell in love with them instantly; the power they seemed to hold over thier world, the confidence that the pack seemed to move with as they hunted. As the boy grew older, this admiration turned to fascination; Jai could almost imagine himself as part of the pack...

History:  I haven't been able to write for a while, I had to lay low after what has recently happened. I was trying to get closer to the Commander General's daughter, Kadima, when a strange man wearing a mask approached me, even the child herself seemed to have seen me though I was more then properly hidden, it startled me, the intensity of her gaze as she stared in my direction. About the man in the mask, well he seems to be some sort of guard for the child, and I just barely escaped his grasp. I asked some questions and found out that he is exactly what I thought he was. It would seem that when his daughter was very young she had wandered off, this being shortly before the raid that caused the death of his wife, and it sent the Commander General into a bloody rage.

No one felt safe to go near the man, and no one could find his daughter. This mysterious man did, however, and it seems that in his mission to return the girl to the Commander General the pair were attacked. The girl was unharmed, but the man took damage to his face. He still managed to return the girl, and in doing so the Commander General rewarded this man above any others he has before. He threw him a mask, and a title that he grew up.

It would seem that the Commander General made a wise choice, as it was shortly after this that that terrible raid happened. The Commander General was out fighting, defending his people, and he was terrifying while doing so, even though he had not yet been made Commander General at the time. His wife was fighting as well, and their daughter was being taken to safety by the masked man. After his wife fell he only went into a deeper blood crazed rage; which seemed to have provided the needed strength to destroy the rest of those who had entered into his home lands to cause harm.

Those of the enemy who did survive were never seen from again, though many claim that from time to time their screams could be heard before quickly being quieted. The rumors that go around say that the Commander General himself tortured those who had remained; both for information, and this is where things really get sadistic; it seems he also tortured them for the sheer pleasure of doing so, only proving my earlier statements that the man is indeed mad.

I have dug deeper into the Commander General's past, as much as I could without drawing even more attention to myself. It would seem that the man was even a generous man before he became Commander General, and an excellent person to have on squad. I have heard many a tale of how he saved one person or another, when he could have very well lost his own life in the process. Though, I have also heard many tales about how he has slaughtered someone mercilessly. This man is proving to be even more complex and unpredictable than previously thought.

I've also dug up more information about these missions he takes to recover those who have escaped from the village. It seems almost as if he has a personal vendetta against them. Like, they're not only disrespecting the village by bailing out, but personally disrespecting him as well. I was told a particularly brutal tale of a rather large and thuggish type man who had just walked out one night, under cover. The Commander General, before the sun had even fully rose, had already captured the man. But what he returned was a sight to behold. I was told in as much detail as I could gather of the mans condition; and it was that of someone who had been tortured for months, not someone who had simply decided to walk out hours previous. He could barely speak, and what the deserted did say was nothing more than mumbled jibberish. There wasn't a mark on his entire body, but his eyes told of a horrible tale. No matter which way he looked his eyes were peeled back, almost entirely white, and filled with nothing but sheer utterly horror. It was as if the man had no idea where he even was. He didn't even try and resist as they led him to his cell to wait his obvious sentence.

This isn't the only time I have heard of these sorts of happenings. It seems this man is truly brutal in his methods, completely black and white with his personality from one minute to the next. A holy terror one minute who can utterly destroy ones mind with fear, to a saint who gives to orphans the next. There really is no way to map this mans behaviors or patterns, they seem to be completely at random.

I will try and get closer if possible, to gather any more information I can, but it'll be difficult, the man is crafty for a lack of better word, but for now I'll end this portion.

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I'm sorry I've had nothing to add for some time, now! But I have accomplished a great thing! I have captured the Commander General's daughter, Kadima! I couldn't believe it, it was almost too easy. I waited until there was no one around and snuck up on her, it was like she never saw me coming. She didn't put up a fight, either, went quietly as it were. I'm hoping that by using her I can not only gain some new insight in the man that is her father, but also that I may use her for negotiations as well. I still cannot believe my luck.

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It has been three days and I'm no where near gaining new information on the girl. She just sits there, with her eyes shut, all day long, and mumbles words I cannot understand. She doesn't even seem frightened of her situation. If this is any indication to how her father is, I can only begin to imagine in greater detail the lack of fear the man must have. I sometimes stop myself to wander if he even notices she's gone, yet.

Hold on, there seems to be someone knocking on my door, though I'm not certain how they have found me.

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Sorry folks. He will not be returning any time soon, and his next words will never be known. You see, I'm an agreeable sort of man. Easy going, polite... but there is a certain line that should never be crossed, and that's what he did. He screwed up not when he started putting me under surveillance, and yes I have known about it for quite some time now, but he screwed up when he decided to place hands on my daughter. No. One. Touches. My. Child. And. Lives. Learn that, gentleman, though I'll be seeing you in your dreams soon enough as a reminder... And if you're just now noticing that red ink? That would be his blood, if you haven't already guessed.

Sincerely,
Jai Kyamali
Commander General of Hanagakure

P.S.
You will find your spy's body in the crate, what was left of it anyway. Apparently I went a little over board when I decided to mind fuck him into next year. If it's any consolation; he tried everything he could to escape from me, even started to try and snap his own bones to bring up enough pain.. he couldn't, so I did it for him, every one of them to be precise, and he was conscious during the whole thing.

RP Sample: Trees.... So many fucking trees. He hated this village. The heat during the day was just fucking oppressive-- and he didnt do well with controlling his anger. Mostly. He was fine now -- it was dark, and with darkness came the cold. He very much prefered the cold-- it was something he could relate to. It felt like 'home' or at least, what he remembered to be home. Home consisted of a few broken memories, scattered fragments that needed to be pieced together for him to know whom he was-- or what, rather.

From what he remembered, he wasnt always like this-- there wasnt always the enteral rage, the drive to devour more and more that he came across.  Even as he trudged through the underbrush, making his way to the entrance to the gates of this village, he could feel his power rumble for what it craved. Blood. Pain. Suffering.

There are plenty of people around. Surely no one would miss them? He could pull it off, couldnt he? Surely his dark clothing -- a black loose necked sleeveless top with a black hood on it and with decorative slits that go eight inches up the sides, revealing a portion of the males hips. Legs are covered in a black pair of Tripp styled pants with zippers up the sizes that go to the males knees and with skull covered straps that hang down several inches below where the zippers end which have loops at the end that can be attached to the pants. The waist band of the pants is hidden behind a large belt with a skull buckle on the front of it. Feet are covered by boots which strap up the front, black in color. Even with the metal and the two scythes, Dusk and Dawn, tucked into the waistband of his pants, surely he could pull it off?

He was sure he could. He'd been doing this for years; thousands of them. At times he would remember things a tall tower in the middle of a city; white sand beaches and the taste of blood in his mouth. He could also remeber someone else. a man with a black coat, who also carried around a large duffle bag. Strange things, fleeting memories. Things that haunted him, driving him to see out what they were.  He couldn't explain how he knew where to look -- seemed instinctual.


You are your brother's keeper, Chylde. Find him.

He'd been searching for years, wandering from place to place. But for some reason, he could feel that he was close...

Through the gates he passed, silent as a shadow, somehow moving past the guards without them noticing. Maybe there were no guards that night? Or just maybe, they'd already fled the scene, panicing with feelings of dread welling up in them.

You are a disease, Chylde.

But with sickness, comes strength.

You will teach them to become stronger.

And through strength, you will set them all free.

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