Personal Information~Name: Stearc Eskaru
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Village: Tetsugakure
Ninja Information~Rank: Chunin- Continuing from last Char. Update
Main Class: Assassin
Secondary Class Tactical
First Element Earth
Second Element Water
Appearance and Personality~(See Avatar)
Personality:Mr. Eskaru, is a very eccentric Person. When he is seen around, the village, Mr. E is usually talking to himself. It's a way of bouncing ideas, going through countless variables just by talking to himself, it's a full proof measure, but frowned upon in certain societies such as this one. No one truly understands the guise of a genius, it comes in many facets, much like Mr. Eskaru's speaking to himself. Another Quirk of his, is his strange hatred for anything that interrupts his thinking, whether it be a noise, or any form of distraction, it raises, and ungodly amount of wrath from Mr. Eskaru.
Mr. Eskaru, also has some psychological issues, for one, he is Schizophrenic, but not to the degree some are. This is just a mild case, it stems from his ranting on subjects with himself. During these bouts of what some would call 'insanity' A dark figure, sometimes approaches Mr. E, and begins speaking to him as well. This is also where his hatred for interruption stems. During this instance, it is seen in him, A change from a normally sanguine attitude to one, that is very rage filled. It is sometimes beneficial, IE: on the battlefield. but in most cases, It is not. IE: In Public (anywhere in public). This puts Mr. E in a very fragile situation with members of the Great Iron Village.
Religious Preference- Animist
-----likes----
1. Cold Temperatures
2. Quite People
3. Strong Alcohol
----dislikes----
1. Hot temperatures
2. Being Sober
3. Loud people
4. Being interrupted.
Justu~E rank are free*
Jutsu(1)Earth Style Wall
Jutsu(2)Starch Syrup Capture Field
Jutsu(3)Violent Water Wave
Jutsu(4)Mole Hiding Technique
Jutsu(5)
--------from my character update--------
Jutsu(6)Water Dragon Projectile Technique- B- 40
Jutsu(7)Water Prison Technique- C - 30
Jutsu(8)Body Flicker- D - 20
Weapons~Weapon(1)Zanbato
Weapon(2)Soldier Provision Pill
Weapon(3)""
Weapon(4)Katana
Weapon(5)
My Char Update.
https://betatestninja.rpg-board.net/t1273-mr-eskaru-s-character-updatesHistory(optional)~History:Birth- Childhood
Mr. Eskaru was born as everyone is or was, and will be. Simple as that, He was lavished with affection as a child, which could have lead to some of his psychological problems, but, such is life. He enjoyed the extra attention when it was occurring, and he still enjoys the conversations with himself, so, I guess it was all for the best. He went on through his childhood, being taught the finer points of swordsmanship by his father. Who was an Executioner for the Emperor. He was taught from an assortment of moves, most of which were death blows. As he grew older, however he moved to the quick drawing styles. and the Manipulative Stances.
Childhood-Teen
Mr. Eskaru was enrolled in the ninja academy at the age of ten. He excelled through all of his studies, but he would always yearn for the feel of a blade in his hands. In those younger years of sparring with his father. Those years were the golden ones. He graduated, and was apprenticed under his uncle, who also taught him of swordsmanship, but this of a different nature. This was for the bigger Samurai. Mr. Eskaru was being taught to wield, and use the Zanbato. This would be the weapon Mr. Eskaru would bond with and Create one that would both fit hsi style of fighting, and devastate entire swaths of men in battle. It took Mr. E three years under apprenticeship to create a Zanbato worthy of being Mr. E's partner in battle. While under his uncle's tutelage, Mr. Eskaru fell into the faith of Animism, Which basically said, that everything has a soul, thus everything is living. And Mr. E, held fast to this belief.
Genin subplot-
Mr. Eskaru finished his apprenticeship, at the age of fourteen It was a huge privilege to be taught the way's of a smithy, but Mr. Eskaru was still yearning for something more. He went off into his group of Genin, Being led to the battlefront. Where he saw the most amazing sight, Samurai, Hundreds of them, laying their lives on the line. To go toe to toe with ninja, Where these Samurai had no Jutsu, They had sheer skill and ability to back up their fighting prowess. He wavered into the battle with the weapon he had made. As well as his knowledge of jutsu. About this time, things get fuzzy, Maybe it was all the adrenaline, or it might have been the first time he actually fought, but It seemed Stearc, blacked out, and with his Zanbato, Took out countless men that night. The next morning, He woke up in a medical tent, being surrounded by a few samurai, he had inadvertently saved the previous night. They all thanked him, and said they'd have words with the commander, and make sure he was accredited with a fair share of spoils.
He stepped form the tent, only to be looked at in a strange way from his genin peers and sensei. He asked what had happened the previous night, and was retold in a very stoical manner the death he had brought down upon the field. It felt strange. He remembered how he had peered down at his hands, and saw some red substance still imbedded in under hsi fingernails, it looked like rust, but he knew that was just some form of rationalization. He had cut down at least thirty men that night, and in some way he was proud of the death he had wrought on those that wished to destroy this land. He pressed his hand to hit chest. and laughed heartily. From then on, Mr. Eskaru was always carrying his blade with him, as a badge of honor and of what he had accomplished the first night on the battlefield.
Teen- Adulthood
After having finished with the academy, Mr. Eskaru had of course Went under apprenticeship, but he also, began training as a samurai, which in the land of Iron, was a notable seat of power. Mr. Eskaru trained for ten years, including the three he spent in tutelage. After that time, Mr. Eskaru was sent in to meet, his kage. It was after the battle, and things were looking up for him. He wandered into the great building of the land's leader, and was directed into an office, about the size of a football field. He peered around in amazement. It was the first time he had been into the Kage's office, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. He walked up to the desk of the current kage. Mr. Eskaru was now fifteen or sixteen The years had been rough to him, even though it was not that long ago. He peered back into the depths of past once more. The kage commended him for his service on the battlefield, and he was then moved to the rank of Chunin. Things where definitely going his way. He was smiling as he walked out of the Kage's office. He looked back at the building, it would be the last time, he'd see that man, a few day's later, he was killed while he slept, which was no way for a warrior to die, but what could he do. At that point, one could only shrug.
--Present--
Mr. Eskaru, stood up, the pitch black night was even darker as he looked out onto it's strangely quite face. He had been peering into the fire for quite some time. "Time flies by way to fast, eh?" he asked himself. 'It always does doesn't it' he got a response in no time from his subconscious companion. 'So, where do we go now' his subconscious asked him. He looked up into the twinkling expanse of night, and looked back down. He began sharpening his Zanbato. It was now to the point of having one of the finest points he'd managed to have it in quite some time. "Wherever we go." he said with a smile. "We'll have each other" this time he was speaking to his sword, which was lain in his lap, currently being worked over with a whet stone. He grabbed it by the Ricasso , and hefted it up to meet his vision. "Ahh perfect." he said and then spoke to himself once more. "WE go back to the village. The mission is now finished, or would you believe otherwise." At that time, the fire wavered, and then exploded. There had been sap in the logs he'd used. and the extra burst of light, illuminated the shallow graves of four people. The four men, who had previously used this campfire as a safe haven, from the darkness. All of which were struck down with Mr. E's great Zanbato. All of which had their head's severed, by the clean preciseness of the strike, one fell right after the other. it was a great haul. 'A great haul indeed.'
Sat Jul 23, 2011 1:51 pm by 
