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Post by Narukami on Dec 5, 2013 1:47:23 GMT -5
Name: Narukami Age: 12 Height: 8'2" Weight: 826# Gender: Male Blood Type: None Shinobi ID: 046912
Appearance: Eye Color: Red LCD Hair Color: None Build: Armored
Personality: Narukami is silent and contemplative, very businesslike for his age. He was the oldest of seven children in a single-parent home, which thrust him into a position of great responsibility quite early. He previously prided himself greatly on his abilities as a shinobi, but is not entirely sure about his current situation, leaving him conflicted and angry.
Rank: Chunin Position: in transition Village: Yomigakure no Sato Status: Active Chakra Nature: Yin
Background: Narukami didn't always look like this. He used to be a pretty normal kid. About 5'1", brown hair, brown eyes. Not a bad looking kid. He wasn't dropping panties when he walked, but he could get it, you know? He was a shinobi, too, and that helped. He took care of his mom and six younger siblings. That would have gotten him so many fucks from the sympathetic crowd, and the sensitive crowd. But he wasn't into that. He just wanted to take care of business. Anyway, stuff exploded one day. You know...tinkering with things sometimes makes stuff go boom. Narukami was there. It was pretty heinous. I'm talking like...limbs blew off. Clean off. Folks died. It was pretty ugly. It was on the news and everything. And this kid almost died. Actually, he pretty much did. Bled out through his limb-holes. But Yomi, being who they are and what they do, managed to...get this...this is gonna blow your mind: they put this kid's brain and consciousness into a prototype suit they had been working on. Because that's what was left of him, pretty much. What bits of him weren't exploded were pretty crispy. If you touched them, they'd crumble to dust, like in the cartoons. But anyway, yeah. They put his brain and brain stem in this machine that would keep it preserved and stimulated through electrical impulses. Basically like a fake body. So Narukami is alive. Kind of. He's alive in the sense that he's here, and that he's aware that he's here. But past that...yeah. He dead.
He's not too happy about being back, either. You wouldn't be, either, if you knew all that was left of you was a brain and a couple vertebrae. That's nauseating to even think about. Like...who does that? Who saves a brain and part of a spine and TELLS them that? How do you even go about doing that? "Hey bro. Funny story. You died. That's not the funny part. Remember that face you had? No mas. Remember those hands? Forget them. Remember that brain of yours? That's you, amigo!" That shit's gotta suck. Wouldn't let it happen to me, though.
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