Drake 'Knight' Morgan

Name: Drake 'Knight' Morgan
Age: 25
Birthdate: Sept 28
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Rank: Seargent

Village: Hanagakure
Element(s): Yang Release
Specialties: Taijutsu
Special Characteristics:

Name:Varied Chakra Color
Type: Unique
Description: Having no effect on the player's combat and damage ability, the manifested color of the player's chakra is different then normal. Non-elemental chakra will manifest as something other then the normal blue, while elemental chakras will be colored different then what is considered normal (Katon may be green instead of red/orange, Suiton could be yellow, etc.) User is free to decide what the color change is, however once stated the change cannot be undone, nor is the user able to change it again at a later time. [All techniques, whether elemental or not, appear as the color black.]

Height: 6'0
Weight: 150lbs
Hair Color: Black, with a white forelock
Eye Color:Brown
General Description: Drake tends to wear simplisitc clothing instead of the traditional Hanagakure uniform; A a strange armored T-shirt that seems to be composed of grey bandages beneath a biker jacket. His his lower half is clothed in pair of red, black and grey colored camoflauge pants tucked into combat boots. His hands are typically gloved and around his waist he often wears an 'utility belt' filled with different gadgets to aid him on missions.


Personality: Cold. Calculating. At least, that is the vibe that Drake seems to give off. He often refuses to speak, causing him to become a practitioner of 'actions speak louder than words'. To him, every action is the truest intention of the human mind. The actions of the world can be reduced to simple black and white to Drake, if one were to think rationally about it. Actions define who we are, and what we've done. Words hold no weight, talk is cheap. And given that Drake cannot speak; he holds no value to words. For those whom he trusts, however, Drake trusts thier words completely, bordering on blind loyalty. That isnt to say that wll not refuse to believe evidence that points out the contrary...

He tends to think a situation through before acting, taking time to factor in several different approaches and scenarios, even going os far as to formulate plans for unknown factors. This allows for Drake to become able to adapt to most situations in a matter of seconds, shifting plans and strategies mid-combat. Drake prides himself on this; something he believes that the average shinobi needs to expand upon. He would offer to show them how, but... being mute does have its disatvantages.

Likes: Drake loves to read. He seeks to expand his mind, and knowledge every chance he gets. When the male is not on missions, he can usually be found in the village library, surrounded by a mountain of books. What Drake reads usually will vary from day to to day, depending on how engrossed into a subject he becomes. He's earned himself quite the reputation with librarians; most find his love of books admirable, even if they find Drake himself a bit odd.

Beyond reading, Drake strives to better himself physically. He trains himself constantly, pushing to break his limits. He views his body as limited by his mind, and believes that if one expands the mind and pushes themselves to virtually have no limits, they would be unstoppable.

Dislikes: Drake really dislikes braggers. To him, they embody all that he hates about people. Ha has no problem with people who are confident of their abilities, mind you. But those who boast that can beat anyone that they come across, reguardless of if they can or cannot. He takes great joy in proving these people wrong; a well placed punch to the throat will usually suffice in silencing thier noise.

In the same vein as disliking braggers, Drake, he also despieses liars. People who willingly decieve others for thier own means, whether its through religion, propaganda.... he understands the concept of a white lie... but a lie crafted to twist the masses to do one's own dirty work.... these are the people that need to be silenced.

Motivations: Drake's motivations are very simple; he wishes to better the world. In his childhood, he was taught by an elder of his clan a saying, and the meaning behind it. "Might controls everything - and without strength, you cannot protect anything; let alone yourself". This saying.. imprinted itself on the young soldier's mind. To him, the saying meant that he had to be strong to protect those who he loved, by any means necessary. Drake sees himself as a single drop of water in the flood of change, but has resolved himself to play his part neverless.


History: Drake Morgan was born December 21st, twenty-five years ago. Such a short life and yet such a event filled one. He was orphaned at a very young age, and placed into foster care for the first few years of his life. At the age of three, he was adopted and grew up being raised by those of the military generals of Hanagakure. His immediate family is small, consisting of only Drake, his new father and mother; and two older brothers. The boy's parents raised him in a loving manner, offering Drake everything that he wanted-- for a price. For what the boy wanted, he had to work for. The 'work' came in the form of chores, tests of ability, mental and physical, ranging from simple puzzle solving to physical exercises. The idea was simple: even if the boy did not wish to enroll into military academy as his father had done, he would at least be able to defend himself to some degree, as well as having a sense of discipline. From a young age he was trained not only in combat but in tactics - something he excelled at easily.

As he began to grow up, one of his older 'brothers' passed a bit of knowledge to the child that would forver shape his view of the world; "Might controls everything - and without strength, you cannot protect anything; let alone yourself." These words were spoken during a competition between the elder brothers; while Jason merely meant physical strenth in context, Drake took the phrase to mean something much deeper; without his own power, he would never be able to protect the people he cared for. With this idea in mind, Drake asked his father to begin teaching him more.

To Maximillian, that was green light so to speak. The very next morning, he began Drake's training. They began early in the morning, With Maximillian teaching Drake how to focus his chakra, and use it for basic attacking: Chakra enhanced taijutsu, bare kicks and punches. Young Drake found that he rather enjoyed the exercise, and asked for a way to better his training. Upon hearing this, his father produced a set training weights, ones that could be strapped to the boy's limbs. These weights weighed five pounds for his wrists, ten pounds for his ankles. They would serve to help strenghten the boy's attacks.

For months the boy trained, under the watchful eye of his father. The boy's strength increased to the point that he was able to wear thirty pounds of weights on each ankle, as well as twenty pounds upon each wrist. His speed also increased to the point that he could cross most distances in the blink of an eye. During these months, Maximillian imparted into Drake his own philosophy: fight until the end. This in itself has given him the drive to push himself to limits that others could never begin to imagine to reach - as he believes he's only limited by what his mind allows him to do - causing him to accomplish far greater things than those around him. When he felt Drake was ready at the age of ten, he allowed him to enroll into Hana's military academy.

Drake excelled through the Military Academy with top marks, leaving the many spars and matches with barely any scratches due to his thinking ahead and having a solution to many of the problems that presented themselves when sparring with his classmates. It was this quick thinking that got him through the Academy and had him graduating at just the young age of fifteen. From there it was time to enter into the life of a soldier - and to start doing his part for his village.

He was quickly assigned to a team to work with, train with, and to go on missions with. They grew close, though like any team they had their differences that made them unique to each other. After five 'long' years with this same team they were entered into the field exams - something that would end up being life altering at best for Drake.

It was during one of the exams that he came face to face with his greatest nightmare, something that he refuses to speak about to this day. It was during this same time period that he watched his team-mates, his comrades who had been there for him for the past five years violently die before his eyes.

It took quite some time for Drake to recover, but once he did, he was a changed man. He was colder, becoming withdrawn from everyone save for his family.  He would often take missions solo, refusing to work with people unless absolutely necessary. When questioned about this habit by his CO, he responded simply with 'The less people I have with me, the less I have to worry about someone getting hurt". An odd thing to say, given that he often took missions that required him to kill the target.

RP Sample: "Oh no! You fuckers opened this can of whoop ass-- now drink it!"

The Ninja hunter stopped firing for a moment, ducking, dodging and weaving through the shots with little difficulty, save for having holes littering the tails of his coat. As he weaved between the shots, he moved closer to the still firing Goons, twisting and turning. But why?

He was going to kill these fuckers; no doubt about it. But the runners?

"Stay guys! I wanna bake some fucking cookies with yall! Come on, lets get to know each other! My name is Anthony, how about yall?!" As he spoke, Grief and Pride were stuck out at odd angles and fired multiple times, each shot wizzing through the air, even curiving around obstacles and bouncing off each other and signs to attempt to pierce spines and blow out kneecaps to keep the runners present. If some missed and the Goons escaped, so be it. "Dont run, don't run! I got enough bull-- I mean, cookies for everyone!"

Even if the shots were not sucessful, it would not change what would happen next. As Anthony would come upon the closest Goon, who would no doubt be begining to piss his pants in fear. Anthony couldnt blame him; if something you were shooting at was weaving between the bullets and coming closer..... yea.

There was no thought to the moves; Grief was shoved into the male's face with the intent of the barrel going into his fucking throat. The force of the shove would most likely knock free several teeth in this male's mouth, but Anthony didn't care. He would continue pushing, forcing the male onto the ground, much like the still whimpering pizza boy was currently.

"Good boy. Sit down, and let Daddy deal with your troublesome friends."

Pride was then raised; aiming was not needed; these guys shooting were obviously human; given that none of them had even shown some sort of potential. Shots were fired kneecap replacements for everyone before the next shot took thier lives before they hit the ground.

"Let's have a chat, shall we?"

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