Koran,Zaiaku

Name: Koran,Zaiaku
Age: 19
Birthdate: October 13th
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Rank: Spec.Jonin (B-Rank)

Village: Yokuchigakure No Sato
Element(s): Doton
Specialties: Taijutsu
Special Characteristics:

Name: Demonic Ancestry
Type: Appeareance
Description: You know all those ancient legends of how sometimes women "marry" demons and have children with them? Or legends where demons ravage places and keep human maidens as "slaves" until the hero arrives? Yeah, you're related to one of them. Due to this, you and some of your family tend to have monsterous/demonic appearances which include, but are not limited too: Immensely tall and short height, claws, fangs, unnaturally colored skin and eyes, horns, extra fingers and toes, and various other things. Sadly, the ancestry is a bit weak and thus, you gain no extra power from this. Just appearances. Sorry pal, looks like you won't be demon overlord anytime soon...

Name: Desert Adaptation
Type: Physical
Description: Having lived in the desert wilderness for a rather large amount of time, the individual has gotten use to the extreme temperatures of both day and night. While they are not completely immune to the effects of the enviroment, they are noticably more resitiant to both the extreme heat and cold. It'll take a long time for them to feel the effects, and a even longer time for the effects to take their toll on them (effects include but not limited to sweating, shortness of breath, shivering, chattering teeth, heat flashes, and various other effects that apply).



Height: 8'9
Weight: 356 lbs
Hair Color: N/A
Eye Color: Black Sclera, White Iris, Black Pupils
General Description: Zaiaku is, simply put, a rather beastly looking boy. Being almost nine feet in height, many would mistake him as a grown man, with his normally low voice not helping. He weights a befitting 356 pounds, and has noticable muscle. His fingers are clawed along with his toes, while his mouth is filled with fangs, giving him a ferocious look even when docile. His skin is a greyish-black, and he does not have a single hair on it. He has unnaturally color eyes and has point-tipped ears. On his back is a large, red tattoo that reaches to his from side. He tends to only wear pants and sometimes sandels. He almost never wears a shirt.



Personality: Under normal circumstances, Zaiaku is a rather calm and laid-back person. He almost always a general noncaring for about almost anything, but he has a short temper and isn't to far from straight out smacking someone senseless. He tends to be out-right cold sometimes, easily making people cry with his negativeness. He is also rather perverse,a hobby of his being spying on the men and women at bathhouses. Despite this, he acts rather compassionate and loving when around people he truly cares about, to the point that he is self-sacrificing. However most people scold him for his perverse and anger-filled antics. He often smokes or drinks despite his age, often stealing cigars and sake from shops undetected. He is a heavy smoker, something that can easily be seen. He generally fights opponents, weak or strong, the same; being as brutal as possible while maintaining control of the fight. When enraged, however, he will charge at whoever his is opponent  head-on, not caring the chances of him dying. Thus, he has proven himself to be reckless on numerous occasions.

He has also been shown to actually have morals. He'd never kill a innocent person unless he has a reason for it, for example. He also would never betray someone, has he loathes betrayal. To the point he would hunt down anyone who betrayed him or one of his allies. He has a strong hate towards sexism, racism, and anything similar that ends with "ism". He dislikes blatent ignorance and stupidity, which tends to easily annoy him. Zaiaku also hates it when people take his cigar right out of his mouth. Nonetheless, he has shown some behavior that doesn't revolve around him being pissed. He evidently loves sleeping, and tends to seem tired often, even if he really isn't. He also enjoys gambling, being somewhat of a competent player. One of his more favorite pass-times tends be drinking someone under the table.

In the end, Zaiaku can be best summed up as violent, rebellious, but somewhat honorable. He knows what right and wrong is, and strives to do whats right. Of course, he won't let anyone walk over him.



History: People....are cruel. We all are by nature. We just lose touch with it as we get older. However, sometimes there are some that aren't born cruel. Instead, they are born with kindness. Humility. Regardless of how they look, or their ancestry. However, many tend not to even notice or believe this, and go on ahead and judge them based on what they see, not of what they have learned. This bias has greatly effected the Dakorienga and Koran families. For generations, they have been seen as monsters, outcasts of a society that doesn't want them solely because of how they looked. And if it wasn't how they looked, it was because they were related to the more beastly looking ones. Though their family history is shrouded in mystery, even to some of them, there is still story that prevails. The story of Zaiaku, son of Zaicho and Tamagahara Koran, younger brother of Yuanji Koran.....and the third beast of their family. The first two being Jinhue and Gigi Dakorienga, Zaiaku's uncle and cousin. Zaiaku was born on October 13th on a relatively warm and peaceful night.

His sickly mother had managed to give birth to him successfully without hurting him or herself. Contrary to what one might think, his parents weren't frightened or disgusted by his appearance. Oh no, they loved him dearly. Upon hearing his first cries of life, Zaicho broke down in tears of happiness. Tamagahara held her new baby boy close, swearing to protect him at all costs. Similarly, Jinhue also swore, even going as far as to take him in if anything bad were to arise. During this time, Yuanji and Gigi were of ages 6 and 8. To their then simple minds, they saw that they had to teach Zaiaku the "basics" when he comes of age. That they did. Five years later, Jinhue along with the two girls began to teach the young Zaiaku how to fight. It was during this time he noticed something in Zaiaku. He was completely unskillful and uncoordinated yet, he was strong and kept on going despite the pain he was in. He recognized his tenacity and encouraged it, building up his stamina and endurance in-order to train more efficiently.

Skipping ahead three more years, Zaiaku is now age 8, and has become a skilled combatant for his age. Though strong, he was still but a child. Thus, he naturally acted like one. He hugged, he giggled, he craved candy and fun. So, he managed to have a somewhat regular birthday. Playing with his sibling and cousin, eating nothing but junkfood and sweet, and generally having a day-off from his usual training routine. He was having the time of his life until there was a knock at the door. Immediately he, Gigi, and Jinhue hid as Zaicho opened it. It was a group of four shinobi from a minor village. Apparently they had been traveling for days and wanted to stay for the night. After discussing it with his wife and brother, he agreed, much to Zaiaku's dismay. Nonetheless, he stayed hidden from their prying eyes. He knew he wasn't accepted by "normal" people, and knew bad things could happen if they find him or his uncle and cousin. Thus, he remained silent and waited.

Hours passed and one of the four visitors found the sake Zaicho and Jinhue were drinking. Almost instantly, they drank and grew drunk, making crude jokes and trying to haggle for more sake. It wasn't until one of them began to hit on Yuanji that Zaicho had enough and tried to force them out. However, he was struck down in a instant with a shealthed sword. The man then tried to force himself upon the young Yuanji, which Jinhue would not tolerate. He appeared from his hiding place and, with great ease, picked the man up by his neck and slammed him to the ground. "Demon!" "Akuma!" "Majin!", the other three cried as they attacked Jinhue. It was then Zaiaku and Gigi emerged and defended Jinhue. Jinhue went a positioned himself in-front of Tamagahara, Zaicho, and Yuanji while in a karate stance. The two youngsters went behind him, helping Zaicho up and making sure everyone else was ok. It was then the three remaining shinobi ran out the house into the night. Silence filled the entire structure, eerie and not natural. Zaiaku was about to speak until the entire house shook and began collapsing while on fire.
The cowards were bombarding it with jutsu from outside. In mere seconds, it was a pile of burning rubble. Zaiaku emerged from it. His left arm was broken and he was covered head to toe in bruises and cuts. Nonetheless, he stood and ran towards his mother, who was half buried under some debris. Faintly, she looked up at him with her glassy eyes, meeting with his animalistic ones. She could only smile as she felt that if she  were to speak, only blood would shoot and ooze from her mouth. Having already been weakened, she knew it was time. She leaned in and simply kissed Zaiaku on the forehead before falling back, her eyes slowly clouding and unfocusing. Her mouth remained smiling as her left breath escaped from her. Tamagahara died while in her 8 year old son's arms. Zaiaku simply stared, frozen. He was silent yet tears fell. He could not feel. He could not hear. He could only look at her, even as Jinhue whisked him and Gigi away in his large arms. Zaicho was already crushed under burning rubble with Yuanji, having attempted to shield her from the collapsing house, both dying a little before Tamagahara did.

For three long years, Jinhue, Gigi, and Zaiaku wandered out of their isolated home in the forest and managed to enter the Yokuchi desert. From there, they wanderered and dwell within the extreme enviroment's land. Though Jinhue knew the location of Yokuchigakure, he refused to go near it after such a traumatic event. Due to this and his growing distrust of society, the trio made the desert their home. They hunted the few game that lived there, raided small tribes and caravans, and stored precious water that came both from cacti and the sky. When they were completely alone, they trained. Jinhue taught them all he knew of what they could learn. The rest he wrote in scrolls in-case they ever become ready to learn something more advance. Of course, however, they weren't granted peace. During a raid of a caravan, both Gigi and Jinhue were killed. Jinhue by having his head beaten with a mace and Gigi due to blood loss. Zaiaku managed to escape, however. Now he was completely alone. For single year he remained in the desert before finally deciding to find Yokuchigakure, having gained a map from one of his previous raids.

Day and night he traveled the desert until he finally arrived at the village gates. Naturally, he was precieved as a monster and was immediately surrounded. Too distant to become violent, he spoke carefully. "I am not a beast from the desert", he said, "I am here to serve Yoku." Naturally, they were taken aback a sent a messenger to some person of unknown rank. Atleast, unknown to Zaiaku. They observed him as some man, presumably a trainer or teacher, came. He said he will test Zaiaku to see what rank he was worthy of as well as teaching him the baisc if need be. For two years he studied and trained under the man, named Mr.Mamono, too see what he was worthy of. During this time, his depressive state was at its prime and Zaiaku began getting more immersed in the ghettos of Yokuchi. This is where he began to gain back his.."happiness". He grew addicted to cigars and drinking. He became violent and mean. He did not care for most things. Throughout all of it, however, he held the morals he learned as a child, keeping himself from doing anothing too bad. When it was finally time, Mr.Mamono have him the rank of Chunin.

During the course of five years, Zaiaku made a somewhat big name for himself. He was known in the bad part of Yokuchigakure for his strength and fierceness, while being known for his somewhat kind self in the more civilized part of the village. It was due to this that he was made Special Jonin. However, it wasn't till the second of those five years that he became more nice, as it was then a certain package arrived at his doorstep. A son. From some unimportant from his past during his entry back into somewhat normal life. Taking him in, Zaiaku became not only a warrior, but also a father. A single father at that. Nonetheless, he vowed to protect his child, to prevent what happened to him to happen to Zaigou, his little boy.

RP Sample: The mission proved to be rather bothersome for the giant. Apparently, four people have been constantly raiding some food stores and are hiding out in a old house. He was given orders to subdue them with none lethal force....of course that doesn't mean he couldn't break their bones. He was currently in-front of the old structure, and noticed how it didn't even have a door. With a raised eyebrow, he walked inside. The entire place was.....dusty to say the least. And also completely messy. Furniture lay torn apart and scatter about the floor, the paint was peeling off the walls and ceiling, and there was some green thing that Zaiaku was hoping was mold growing in the corners. He knew had to be careful in here. He made his away into the closest room, which appeared to be the kitchen. Sleeping at one of the tables was one of the four people he needed to capture. It was a woman, possibly only 27. She had a creamy skin tone and onyx hair. She appeared to be drunk, due to the numerous bottles of wine scattered around her.

Zaiaku simply walked up to her and slung her over his shoulder, knowing she won't be waking up anytime soon. Thus, he continued onward. He ventured out of the kitchen and this time up the stairs. He cringed with each step he took, sense each freaking stair creaked everytime his foot landed on it. Luckily, he quickly managed to get to the top, where he was presented a hallway, each side lined with three doors. Quietly, he listened for any sounds the may come from behind them. It only took a few seconds as some loud laughing bursted from the middle left door. Walking to it, he peaked in. The remaining three members were playing poker, and the laughing one had seemingly won the hand. Zaiaku simply smiled as he threw the drunk woman at him, knocking him out as she hit his head. The other stood in surprise and reached for their katanas.

The woman on the left charged at him first, yelling as she ran. Zaiaku simply shook his head and reached out, grapping her wrist as she tried to slice him. With a simply twirl, he slammed her against the wall hard, causing the room to shake. The man on the right then ran at him, slashing horizontally from the left. Quickly, Zaiaku did one of his personal techniques and focused doton chakra into his forearms, hardening them. With that, he quickly blocked the blade with his hardened arms and then proceeded to follow-up with a direct punch to the man's face. He knocked flat on his back and lost a few of his teeth, as well as having a nosebleed. Zaiaku walked towards him and placed his foot on his knee. Slowly, he applied his full weight and some force to it until the bone snapped, breaking the man's leg. He screamed in pain and defeat, passing out from the pain.

Having finished his job, Zaiaku proceeded to drag all four members either by their ankle or wrist out of the house and onto the mission building to recieve his award.

Faceclaim: Greed (Ultimate Shield) - Full Metal Alchemist