Minazuki Shinjiro

[theMADHATTER]

NAME: Minazuki Shinjiro
AGE: 34
GENDER: Male
VILLAGE: Kirigakure no Sato
RANK: Jounin

[oinin]

NATURE MANIPULATION:

[wind]
[lightning]

RELATIONS: None Notable

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Tall, lanky. White hair that spikes a little, falls in front of upper left half of his face, hiding it from view. No left eye; empty left socket covered in bandages along with part of the upper left part of his face. Sole remaining eye is blood red in coloration. Keeps a gold pocket watch on hand. Carries around a cane that is actually a shikomizue. Has a sweet tooth and is often seen eating some sort of sweet. Clad in mostly white, light lavender and purple. Hitai-ate not worn; small metal Kirigakure plate sewn onto the end of his sleeves.

MENTALITY:

[axCRAZY]
[tricksterGRIN]
[sweetTOOTH]
[slasherSMILE]
[chaoticNEUTRAL]
[veryPOLITE]
[scaryPRESENCE]
[unpredictableTEMPERAMENT]

BIOGRAPHY:
Minazuki Shinjiro. Born within Kirigakure to his father, a Chuunin Academy instructor and his mother, a Chuunin-level medic at the hospital. Neither of them exceptional, but neither of them pathetic either. Did Shin have any choice in becoming a shinobi? No. Was he complaining? No. The exciting life of a shinobi suited him just fine.

He started regretting that choice about the time that he began D-ranks. Luckily, he got past them quickly enough that it didn't really matter. He became a Chuunin at this third time doing the Exams. The first time around, his team didn't pass the second exam. The second time around, he had to forfeit because of the loss of his left eye during the preliminaries, and a month wasn't enough time for him to iron out a method of dealing with the drastically-reduced seeing ability, massive blind spot and depth perception issues.

Eventually, training him in the art of silent assassination and blind fighting was the best way to go. With those teachings in hand, a sword at his side and newfound skill under his belt, Shinjiro passed the Chuunin Exams at the age of fifteen.

Shortly after, he was drafted into the Oinin corps. His Oinin mask only had one eyehole, since the second was really just an opening straight through to his brain because of the very notable lack of left eye and empty socket in its place. Shinjiro spent a very nice amount of years as an Oinin, just going out and performing missions, capturing Nukenin, the like.

His proudest moment as an Oinin? Assassinating a rogue member of the Shinobigatana no Nananin Shu while the bugger was sleeping. He couldn't keep the sword, sadly, but such was life.

At the age of twenty-four, he was promoted from Chuunin to Jounin. Five years later, age twenty-nine, he was promoted to Oinin Taichou, and started commanding and training other groups of novice Oinin, as well as helping out on some of the higher-class missions. Shin still went out on missions from time to time, mainly difficult assassinations, seeing as that was his specialty. He was well-known in the corps for his use of silent assassination and, when a stealthy approach was impossible, potent application of intimidation, killing intent and an unnerving presence.

The one time when a large group met him and his team on the battlefield and a sole survivor managed to slink away labeled him with two nicknames: The Mad Hatter and Kirigakure no Kichigai, the Madness of the Mist. This battle took place right at the beginning of the Second Great Shinobi War, when a Kirigakure Nukenin hid out in a town that had come under assault from Iwa-nin. Shinjiro didn't care about their presence; he just eliminated his target and left, leaving broken shells of men in his wake.

For the duration of the war, however, he kept much of his missions within Kirigakure and, if outside of the country, never closer than fifty miles to another nation's border. Kirigakure preferred to try and keep out of the war as much as it could, and the missions that Shinjiro took on changed as a result.

At the moment, he passes his day scaring the living daylights out of new Oinin recruits, going out on assassinations, advancing himself in the arts of swordplay and using a rigged coin toss to determine whether to take on a Genin team. Heads, he takes one. Tails, he doesn't.

Sadly (or luckily) for the cute little Genin, both sides of the coin were tails.

A fitting metaphor? Hardly. But the other senior members of the Oinin corps still had a good laugh at it.

[alljustaLITTLEMAD]