Name: Sozaemon
Age: 18
Birthdate: December 21st (He doesn't know)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual(?)
Rank: Genin
Village: Amagakure No Sato
Element(s): Fuuton
Specialties: Kenjutsu
Special Characteristics: N/A
Appearance!
Height: 5'4
Weight: 129 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: White iris, Black pupil
General Description: Sozaemon is what most would call a old-fashioned shinobi. Unlike today where we have assassins in hoodies and bikinis, he instead wears the traditional ninja gi, slops, shin guard, basic mouth mask, and tabi along with home-made straw sandels. His skin is a rather dark gray in color, and has rather crazied eyes. Under his clothes, he wears fishnet, mostly a fishnet shirt, which goes up to his neck. Under this, however, his rather buff body is riddled and criss-crossed with numerous scars, most of which, happened during experimentation. Even his mouth is filled with triangular, animal-like teeth. His body is well defined, especially his muscle.
About You!
Personality: Sozaemon is everything a perfect shinobi would be. Cold, ruthless, devoid of emotion. A killing machine. A man who could kill anyone with no remorse. In other words, the hollow shell of a human. Sozaemon, while made to be a killing machine, is still human. No amount of cosmetics, surgery, or torture could change that. As such, he not a 'perfect' killing machine. While he is devoid of any emotion, this does not mean he cannot experience it. However, this already a challenge for him since he was specifically trained not to express any. When he does express emotion, they are usually extreme, mainly due having lack of control from not being familiar with them. If he becomes sad, he sobs immensely, if he becomes angry, he will fly into a murderous fit of rage. Similar to a Jugo's bipolar, he cannot control them, atleast not yet. Given enough time, he will be able to master them like a ordinary person, but it will take time AND effort.
Not to mention, despite being skilled, he is not the best in intelligence. In-fact, he is very unintelligent. While he has been taught the basic alphabet and numbers, he never learned anything more like similes, idioms, division, multiplication, and such. He is even unknowledgeable to the point that he does not know the basic anatomy of a woman or man, or the exact difference. While this makes him indiscriminate with who he kills, this is a folly in numerous other things. He can barely right his own name and, even at that, has very poor hand writing. However, what he lacks in smarts, he makes up for his combat skill. While not educationally smart, Sozaemon is practically a genius when it comes to weapons, methods of killing, jutsu, and setting up traps. Having been trained to be nothing but a killing machine and having survived quite easily, he, in-fact, sees getting a formal education will WEAKEN him as it would take years, years he could spend improving his skills.
However, perhaps one of his best and worst qualities is his brutal tenacity. Sozaemon simply will not give in achieveing his goals, no matter what they be. Ambitious and fearless, he will simply get back up from each brutal beating he receieves until he either achieves his goal or dies trying, which have happened on a number of occasions. While admirable, it's obvious as to why this is also his weakness. He will not retreat unless forcibly taken from the area and will continue fighting, even if it means death. Not to mention, he has common sense. He knows when someone is lying and such. Nonetheless, Sozaemon is a brutal shinobi who follows by no code of honor, killing anyone for money, and is utterly fearless.
History: It is no secret that experiments are sometimes conducted on children in secret, even to this very day, many are still being toyed with. Sozaemon is proof of this. Sozaemon himself never met his parents. His father died long ago while his mother died giving birth to him, having lost to much blood, leaving him nameless. With really little choice, the newborn was sent to the orphanage, where for five months, he was nutured and cared for. It was by that time that some scientists, posing as normal people, came to the orphanage for more test subjects. The moment they saw Sozaemon, they took him, giddy that they can freely manipulate him at his earliest stage. Once taken to their location, Sozaemon was nutured until the age of four, in-which began his cruel training. He was given the name of Shichiro Sozaemon, or Seventh Son Sozaemon. He was the 7th out of 11 other Sozaemon, boys his age with no relation to each other.
The group were taught to kill and nothing else. They were not allowed to show emotion, while sparring matches usually meant breaking the other's bones. All of the young boys struggled, all except Shichiro Sozaemon, for he was raised that way. This was merely second nature to him. It was not long before some of them began dying, either from suicide, or training. By the end of eight years, only three remain. Goro Sozaemon (Fifth Son Sozaemon), Hachiro Sozaemon (Eighth Son Sozaemon), and Shichiro Sozaemon. Then, the actual experimentation began. They were given drug after drug, injection after injection, surgery after surgery, all of which, not once did Sozaemon utter a word. What say did he have in it? To him, this was his life. This was how he was raised. This was his life. It wasn't long until that one fateful day came. The challenge the trio had to face.
They must fight one another to the death.
Each were hardened by their years of training, their combat expertise were high, and their minds were sharp. Each was given a single katana, and nothing else. No clothes, no armor, no nothing. Each as nude as the day they were born, their still young bodies riddled with scars. Then, it begun. The trio clashed relentlessly at each other, metal clashing against metal, unwavoring skilled clashing with more skill. It was no long, however, before one of them fell. Goro Sozaemon tripped slightly, loosing his balance for the smallest of moments. It was all that was needed. Shichiro Sozaemon striked as fast as lightning, his blade swinging down at the young boy's neck. He beheaded Goro Sozaemon, leaving only Hachiro. The two clashed against one another like beasts, but neither could gain the upper-hand. It wasn't long before both of them were tired. They were reaching their limit. Shichiro charged forward, ready to resume the clash, but Hachiro did not move, only smiling. Shichiro, though confused, continued to attack, slashing and stabbing at Hachiro, throughout all of which, he smiled, almost peacefully. This only made Shichiro angry, resulting in him killing a scientist when he was trying to pull him off the corpse of Hachiro.
Years passed afterward, and one day, they forgot to drug Sozaemon to keep him cooperative. Having a free-will, he rampaged throughout the entire the lab and escaped, now a menace to the outside world. He didn't last long, however, as he did not have a place for shelter or food. Though he got by, he never did have the important stuff on hand with him. Thus, within a few years, he stumbled on Amagakure and offered his service to them, to which they tested him. Not the strongest they have ever seen, but still strong, they accepted him into their ranks.
RP Sample: The night was devoid of most life. All animals were asleep. All shops were closed. They only thing counting as life being the occasional guardsmen. Everyone was asleep....almost everyone. A lone, silhouette dashing amongst the rooftops. He carried a mere katana with him, his black clothing making it nearly impossible to distinguish him. Jumping from rooftop to rooftop, the imposing figure continued on his way in utter and complete silence, not once making a single sound. Slowing down slightly, he jumped into a windom, landing perfectly. From the looks of it, it seemed he landed in a attic. He quietly walked out, his eyes scanning the long hallway of the hotel. He walked slowly, sword in hand as he slowly and gently cracked opened each door, his eyes peering in and looking for his targets.
He continued down before he finally found them. He crept into the room, and walked forward. The faintest of candle light lit the room, giving some ease. There lay a woman asleep, her hair trashy and lips moist. Her breath smelled of heavy sake. Slowly, Sozaemon lifted his sword until it was over his head. Then he swung. No noise, no struggle, no nothing. Having done what he needed, he grabbed her head by the hair as he shealthed his blade. He grabbed the candle with his free hand and threw it on the bed, a fire slowly but surely forming. And with that, Sozaemon left, jumping out a near by window and sprinting to the location that he needed to go to get paid.
It took him a few minutes to find it, but he eventually did. A alley-way between a run-down restarunt and a large building. In, of course, utter silence, the lone Yuurei walked down the the rather dawnting way. It wasn't even a minute when a figure came into view. His current employer. The man was old, possibly in his sixties, with a large wart on his nose. His sad, old eyes looked at Sozaemon, to which Sozaemon held up the freshly decapitated head. The old man, after observing for a few seconds, let out a shacky, saddened sigh as he walked toward the experiment, handing him a small bag of ryo before walking off into the night.
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