Fraust Hyouton Registration

by **Fraust Hyouton** Wed Jul 01, 2009 5:52 am

Character Name: Fraust Hyouton.

Desired Bloodline: Hyouton Creation.

Desired Starting Element: Water.

Desired Village: Kirigakure.

Age: 16

Desired Rank: Chuunin

Appearance:

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Character Personality: Fraust is a very melancholy youth whom only rarely shows sign of compassion, he often secludes himself from socializing by training vigorously upon high rooftops. Despite these traits Fraust however is very talkative in battle, berating his foe or distracting them with needless banter to take an advantage, he is also displays sadistic tendencies in combat.

Background Info: Fraust was raised on an isolated mountain summit by his father, Sussano Hyouton. Since birth he was trained to withstand cold temperatures by only wearing shorts to adjust his body to the cold and improve the conditioning of his abilities. After years of training Fraust was capable of making various forms of weaponry from ice almost effortlessly and became known as prodigy within his clan. Upon his 12th birthday his father sent him out into the woods to fend for himself, a family of snow wolves tracked his scent and eventually found him meditating in a snowy meadow.

It wasn't long until a battle pursued, Fraust quickly molded a sword from snow and used it to puncture the throat of the pack leader, the others quickly falling back after their leaders death. Two young small wolf cubs that were left behind after the battle were later taken in by Fraust, naming them Winter and Blizzard who still accompany him today. His father dying shortly after Fraust graduated the academy he became distant and angry at his upbringing and that his father never showed him love only punishing his body with training. Fraust entered the Chuunin Exams at 14 in which he lost in the semi finals, despite his loss he was promoted to Chuunin for his advanced battle tactics. Currently Fraust is 16 and lives in an apartment in Kirigakure.

Rp sample: Fraust raised himself from the ground, staggering to his feet before launching himself towards a close by training dummy. Rapidly striking at it with his fists, eventually skinning his knuckles to the point of bleeding after an hour. He sighed. Come on! Is this all I can take? He grew fatigued and sat down, crossing his legs and closing his eyes. In the quiet tranquility of the area he soon noticed the sound of footsteps approaching, his eyes opened slowly as the banging of a fist upon a door broke the silence. "Who is it?" There was no reply. Fraust raised himself from the ground in a quick motion, leaping to his feat. The door opened to reveal a shinobi standing in between the doorway, a kunai clutched in his hand, Fraust inspected the nin, carefully detailing any weaponry that was exposed on the strangers person.
In a quick dash the stranger lept towards Fraust, Fraust raising his palm forged a snow demon windmill shurikien from the moisture in the air, condensing ever molecule of water within it until it became solid. He quickly threw the shurikien towards his opponent who managed to easily maneuver himself around it with only the sleeve of his shirt being cut. Fraust smiled. Decoy worked. suddenly the rival shinobi fell, burning embers of his clothes falling in the ground. Fraust had implanted a explosive tag within the layers of snow secretly before throwing it.
The unknown opponent quickly raised to his feet as Fraust began a set of handsigns, suddenly it began to snow. Each snowflake attached itself to Frausts opponent, the weight of them slowing him down and making his movements sluggish. Eventually the weight of the snow blanketed over him, Fraust stood still as his opponent eventually came to a halt. Moving forward Fraust began to perform handsigns, suddenly his opponent found that the snow was constricting itself around his body, squeezing every inch of his body. "Finish." Fraust said quietly as his opponent screamed in pain before collapsing lifelessly on the floor, the snow moving off his body and molding itself over Frausts.