Dawn the master o.o

by **Dawn** Fri Jun 05, 2009 7:22 pm

Character Name: Dawn

Desired Bloodline: none for now

Desired Starting Element: Lighting

Desired Village: Leaf

Age: 21

Desired Rank: Jounin

Appearance: My avi

Character Personality: He’s normally a stoic and authoritive individual, thus his kind and gentle attitude. He is very strict and often imposes discipline in a fierce way. Dawn never hides the fact that he’s not interested in anything. Every action he makes is towards one goal and that’s to be the strongest in the world. Dawn sacrifices everything for his family and this shows how deep his love for his family is. He’s very determined to have his family live for all of eternity by his side and deeply fears losing his family.
He does have a somewhat scary personality, and frequently plots things in secret. This makes him rather secretive and mysterious, and almost antagonistic.

Background Info: Dawn was born in a very wealthy family throughout his childhood he was spoiled deeply, but Dawn didn't seem to enjoy much of it.He had always wanted to be like the ninjas that he'd seen walking around his village, and guardging the village gates. He used to always dream about fighting, but his parents were completely strict and wouldn't allow Inushi to even affiliate with shinobi. This was rough on Inushi because most of his friends were in the ninja academy.Inushi spent five years wishing to join the ninja academy. Finally one day Dawn's parents let up knowing that having Dawn give up his dreams of becoming a ninja just so he could work to maintain the family wealth was hopeless as Dawn's thought were focused only on becoming a ninja.

Dawn spent quickly graduated the academy within four years making it to 3rd in his class. He had been marked by the hokage, and his teachers as the most improved student that they had ever had has he had picked up all of the koledge which should've taken him years in only a matter of months. Dawn though brilliant in his skills was considered stubborn and ignorant in the eyes of his squad leader as they were always arguing. Dawn even though he'd been a genin would always speak above his leader's order disobeying everything he was told. He was brought above the village kage, and the council numerous times, and constantly they debate if it was the right idea to call him a ninja.

By the time Dawn had turned 14 he was already the top chunin within the village. They also jad learned to place him as squad leader on any mission, as he had proved that he was born to be a leader. Each mission he went on was treacherous and dangerous, and everyone counted on them to bring them back safely. throughout his missions as chunin Dawn had only lost 2 comrades who died in a massive rock slide.Dawn had also got a job teaching at the ninja academy, he there for mostly three times a week, for the other for days he was either on a mission, or looking for some place to sleep.

Two years later Dawn was sent on a special infiltration mission along with a special anbu squad. Their job was to take out an enemy village camp before reinforcements arrived to them. As days before it had been a large battle ground, but ended with a one day cease fire because of the massive death counts on both sides of the battle. Once Dawn and the anbu squad infiltrated the camp it was no challenge for them to defeat the remaining enemies within the village.After Dawn returned to the village, he was promoted into the ranks of the anbu black ops, but Dawn denied the offer.With that he succeeded in passing the jounin exams a few onths late gaining him the rank he is today.

Rp sample: The aboriginal structure, one reminiscent to the modus of hoary, remained still, deep-routed, even literally, in position. Destined to be merely an architectural constitution, one now decayed beyond repair, it stood out like an infected cell in a sea of millions; little change plagued it, yet, the vivid style a multitude of tomes hoped to accomplish, stood before them; proud, unwavering. Singed in a deep green, one warranting questioning, the construction, the epitome of ancient labor, camouflaged in a manner granting utter surreptitiousness; the hue, in conformity, responded with that of its surrounding, vast terrain littered with one particular substance: sand.

Monarchs, dynasties, civilizations; the way of Old generated various thoughts, yet still withered along the corridor of Time, sands beating against it a manner cogent. If one wanted to seize the moment, they simply had to, but the focal point, one that seemingly represented itself without a voice, yet still stood gratified, had only one request, ‘hurry up’.

A sheer terror struck the very core of those fortunate enough to lay eyes upon it; it was awe-inspiring, pungent, a sight which dreams ushered, hitherto, once in view, it captivated even those deep in self composure, a testament beyond lucid imaginations. Paralysis it induced, and if routed in senses, they would virtually taste the sulfuric air radiating off the void dome. Ripe, itching for affection, it seemingly molded a feeling of satiation, and on the reclusive hand, brought about a yin yang motif; this particular side, to the detriment of self-control, flooded the viewer with an intoxicating wave of cordiality.

‘Draw in the bait’

‘Draw it in’

‘Hold it in your hands’

‘Skim through the length of it with a finger’

‘So soft’

‘So soft..’

‘DESTROY IT’

The demoralization, an all too common sight, wouldn’t go without audience; those who happen to stumble upon its baleful, ill-omened providence met untimely death - a cruel death… a sweet death. The thought, the driving force of imagination, visualization, flicked across the tongues of many, as if it were sensual, which, with a certain light, a certain grace and poise, made it very much so. Fauna of corresponding ilk dreamed to taste this euphoria just once, a whiff of it, even, yet their wishes would go unanswered; it would inevitably cloud their judgment, their sense of thought, and ultimately, beget their death.

Death, a beautiful thing, notably once the perpetrator, the ‘puppeteer’, orchestrated it, made it so that gratitude befell him, gratitude which he would indulge in, bathe in, something, which by all means, he would grasp, seize in the very clutches of his hand.

What the mind could conjure was inexhaustible, but, above all, his sense of euphoria, his rapture, exultation, could be cast together by means of cannibalism, predation. ‘Marauder of Slaughter’, a fitting name for one whom had little other than that to consume time, a constant, yet expanding, factor.