Post by Sora on Jan 30, 2018 4:38:32 GMT
Mori ,Sora
Kumao
Kumao
Played by - Sora
Given Name: Sora
Given Name's Meaning: Sky
Surname: Mori
Surname's Meaning:Forest
DOB: 3/16
Blood Type: -O
Age:9
Sex: M
Height: 54"
Weight: 90lbs
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Physical Description:
Sora is normal by almost every sense of the word. His height is average for a boy his age, his weight is average for a boy his age, his shoe size, hands, eyesight and anything else you can think of are all, normal.
He stands at 54" tall, and weighs in at a normal 90lbs. His eyes are a pale blue, and pale green when he cries. He has shaggy blonde hair, down to his shoulders and a little button nose. He is missing his left second incisor, but that is normal for a boy his age. He is no stronger or weaker than the average 9yo, nor does he differ in stamina. He has pale white skin, nearing albino. Which is normal coming from where he does. Like I said. Normal.
He wears a light brown "bear" hoodie, that’s eyes are translucent. So that if he pulls it down in front of his eyes, he can see through it. The Bears eyes shine with the colors of the rainbow, and teeth and sewn around the entire hood. On his back he carries a cat back pack, inside all his ninja tools are stored, though sometimes he can be seen wearing it on the front for comfort. He wears forest green leggings and basic shoes on his feet, with one sock slightly higher than the other. His belt is a ninja head band, with no insignia on it.
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue/Green
Physique: Average
Other: Normal
Clothing: Bear hoodie, green leggings, tenni's
Head: N/A
Upper Body: N/A
Arms/Wrist/Hands: N/A
Legs: N/A
Feet: N/A
Other: Cat backpack, blank ninja head band.
Personality:
About the only thing that isn't normal for a child Sora's age, is his personality. He's overly anxious and hoplessly neurotic. He constantly over-thinks things, bordering on OCD, and can only talk to someone when he has fastened his hood over his eyes. In this way he becomes Kumao, Or bear man. When he is Kumao he is able to push aside those thoughts, if only just, to speak with another human. As a lucky bonus, when he enters his Kumao mind state, Sora was even able to spar with a human. Because of his neurosis, Sora spent all his time training alone, even while in his home-towns makeshift academy. Sora also has a nasty habit of biting his lip and chewing his cheeks. Often times so badly that blood is seen trickling down his chin.
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Interesting Facts:
Horribly neurotic, except when he poses as Kumao (bear-man)
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Country/Village: Taiyōgakure
Rank: Genin+
Division: N/A
Title/Alias: N/A
Nindo; "Way of the Ninja": Avoid Contact.
Alternatives Quotes:
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Chakra Color: Vibrant White
Kekkei Genkai/Special Ability: n/a
Elements:
Fuuton - Affinity
Inventory: 10 Kunai, 50ft of wire, 10 Smoke bombs, large bottle of water
Sora was born on a boiling hot day in the Land of Wind, in Taiyōgakure, The Village Hidden in the Sun. The village was aptly named because it calls home the hottest part of the massive desert surrounding Sunagakure. His infant and early childhood were normal, just like him. He cried when he was hungry, hurt, or scared. He was bland in every sense of the word. Then, like all children in his village, in their fourth year, Sora was enrolled in their Ninja academy. Which was more a building with several rooms that the 1st-5th year students would be assigned. His first year went off with no major incidents. As did his second. And third. Sora progressed at an average rate, learning the basics of chakra control and basic ninjutsu and taijutsu techniques.
It wasn't until his fourth year that something abnormal happened to him. During the yearly event where the village elders would release their barrier/sealing jutsu and send their newfound genin out into the world to join other villages, bandits swarmed the village. They laid waste to the village, killing anyone who got in their way. It was here that Sora learned fear and his personality went from normal boy, to neurotic mess. He watched from a hiding place in the earth and the bandits ripped apart his fellow villagers and threw their corpses like dolls in a storm. But, that was just the men. The women faired much worse. Any woman who was caught, suffered a fate worse than death. When all was quiet, and the rampaging, looting, and murder was finished. The bandit leader drug several woman by their hair to the town center and tied them face down on a bench.
"Listen here, and now!" he would screech, his voice like knife on plate. "My Brothers and I own this Village! And all that is in it. Every. Fucking. Person." It was then that another man appeared next to the bandit leader, someone who looked identical to him. It was his twin brother. Though the leader was much bigger, stronger, and ugly. "Brother," the small one grinned fiendishly, " That one first." The women cried out, bloodcurdling cries before the stronger twin silenced one with his boot. Her blood was aerated from the last breath in her lungs as it plopped sickeningly from her mouth.
It was several hours later that the men left. The women and girl still tied to the bench, only the girl alive. Sora witnessed every sick moment.
After that day, he spoke to no one, not even his parents. Not his teachers, not his classmates. Not a soul. When ever someone spoke to him, Sora would become fear stricken and anxious to the point of vomiting. His mind always traveled back to that day. Every macabre and twisted detail swirling around in his head like a vortex of misery. It worsened and worsened until the day that it was time to release the barrier again. The twin monsters that ransacked the village the year before warned them. "If we come back next year, and the Village is not here, we will plunder and leave no man, woman, or child standing." He finished the statement by crushing a child's head under his boot. That day was tomorrow. Unfortunately for The Sun Village, they had no strong ninja, which is why they hid away for a year at a time. The men's fear mongering had struck deep into the hearts of the elders, and they released the barrier once again. Sora hid in fear and despair.
Just as before, the men tore through the village with villainous intent. Except, there were two differences. The bandit Leader, Hajime, was nowhere to be seen. The other difference was that there was one man standing alone in the center of the village, staring deep into the horde with an unflinching resolve. He was a man as tall as Sora had ever seen, with great bulging muscles and a beard down to his chest. His arms, chest, and back were covered in hair. He looked like a bear. The man fought the horde into the night, and on into early morning. Sora sat in hiding bewildered that any one man could be so strong. He broke skulls with his bare hands, his kick opened the ribcages of any man unlucky enough to catch it. His roar seemed to shake the very earth beneath them.
That man was originally from Taiyōgakure, and through his new village he heard of the atrocities that Hajime and his bandit clan spread upon his old home. He vowed he would attain amazing strength to destroy them all, and that he did. When the sun hit noon, the giant man stood in the center of town atop a throne of bodies, victorious. One of the village elders went into the pools of blood and bone to thank the man, but it was too late. The Bear Man was dead, he used every last ounce of strength and chakra to foil their rotten plans. And Sora watched it all.
In his memory, The Bear Man's figure stood in the center of town. An even more giant staute stood atop his grave in honor of the sacrifice he had made. Sora went to that spot every day before class, sporting his new jacket, a bear. Sora's mom weapt with joy when he first requested it, for it was the first word he had spoken to her in a full year. "Momma, I want a jacket like Kumoa." Since that day, if he ever felt anxious or scared, he would put on his hood and in his mind he would become The Bear Man. The man who saved the Village, the man who knew no fear.
Oh, how pure, the mind of a child.
That was one year ago, now Sora was 9 years old and a graduate from his academy. Today was his day to be set out into the open world and attain his own strength. He kissed his mom on the cheek, hood on of course, and trekked off into the wastes, nervous as one could be. His goal, become a member of another Village.
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Sora walked through his village, fidgeting constatly with a look of fear on his face. It had only been a few weeks since Hajime tore through the village and tormented it. The pain and despair shone on every face. The stench of death still hung heavy in the air. He was walking to the academy, now one of his least favorite places. Too many people. Sora just wanted to be alone. After all the horrible things he saw, his mind had broken and people were the cause. He always slipped in sneakily, and made a mad dash to the back corner of the room. His anxiety would nearly overwhelm him every time the instructor spoke. The boy would begin to hyperventilate into this cat back pack and shut his eyes tight. Everyone left him alone now. At first his classmates would try to talk to him, only to be met with a shriek and terrified look. A few times he even puked on the floor and ran to the bathrooms.
Today was no different. The nervous wreck of a child sat in his damp corner, fingers deep in his ears waiting for the familiar buzz of the bell. Sora loved to hear the bell. That meant it was time to go outside. 'brrrrrrrrrrrrng!' the bell sounded off and in a flash the boy was outside. He would sprint around the building into the back field. No one went there, and no one followed him. The instructor didn’t mind, because it was one less person to teach.
Out in the field Sora was free. He practiced every technique he had learned at his own leisure, and he did so with great enthusiam. He practiced vigorously up until the bell sounded again. Before, the bell was a great sound, but the second time around it tie his stomach in knots and fuzzied his mind. This time meant it was back into class. With a heavy head the boy skulked towards the academy building, clutching his stomach, muttering about how he wished he could be alone forever.