Zero Nara

Name:Zero Nara

Age: 17

Bloodline: Nara
Rank: Jounin
Classification:
Village: Cloud
Alignment: good with evil intentions

Appearance:

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Speciality: chakra intuned, mental intuned[/b]
Learned jutsus: Nara Clan Jutsu: Shadow Endgame Technique, Shadow Imitation Technique, Shadow Neck Bind Technique, Shadow Sewing Technique
Fire Elemental Jutsu: Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique, Fire Release: Dragon Fire Technique
Earth Element: Earth Release: Rock Pullars Rising, Earth Release: Split Earth Turn Around Palm [/b]
Elements: Dominate Fire, Recessive Earth
Weapons/items: Poison tipped kunai, Chakra In tuned trench knives (for details look in history), Razor Wire
Goals: To Clear the family name.


Personality:To say the least she is a normally quiet girl with a short temper. She is pretty open with people when she decides to speak and likes to joke around. However she sometimes takes things to far which usually ends up in violence. She doesn’t like fighting per say, but when she feels the need (or gets angry) she loves putting people in their place...that is if she knows she is not biting off more then she can chew. Around the higher ups she is very respectful, and calm. The only time she puts on a mask and bites her tongue when angry is when approached by someone who can over power, or outwit her.

History: Yes its in first person, Gomen. I don’t rp in first person, but for the history I found it a little easier to do so. I hope no one has an issue with it, if so then I suppose I could change it. The first part of the history leads up until the Chunin exams. I am working on the Chunin exam part, so be patient. This is posted in case anyone wants to inform me of possible changes so I can make them early.
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Here I am, at the beginning of my story...Well I suppose you could call it the beginning. As I sit here on my bed, holding a small black and white cat plush in my lap, I think about how fait had led me to live the life I have so carelessly been taking for granted. I am a Jounin now, and a member of ‘the village hidden in the clouds’. I can’t say I am not pleased with where my life had taken me, but even as I have reached this rank I don’t feel as powerful as I should. Power, that’s what I feel the desire to gain. Without it, I can never clear my family name...no, I hardly care about clearing their name. I want to clear my own.

That single thought causes many different thoughts to flow through my mind. With a sigh of defeat, I pull out a scroll and fine tipped paint brush. Although this way of writing was time consuming, it would ease my troubled thoughts. My history was not that of a sad one, nor of a peaceful one. Even though this is the case, I still feel the need to write down the many years of my life in to this scroll. Coming to this conclusion that I needed to write, I dip the brush in paint and with neat handwriting, I allow my hand to glide across the open scroll.

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Confusion filled my thoughts as my mother sat me down outside under the single cherry blossom tree in our back yard. My grandmother had planted it when she was a young girl, and its been around sense. My mother, Kyashoni seemed tense as she sat down in front of me with my small hand in both of hers. I was 5 around that time and had just been put in to the academy to learn Jutsu so I could become a ninja. I remember my parents neglecting the idea at first, but after getting the teacher to talk to my father, my parents soon agreed to let me in. My first day there I got many strange looks from the other children. They spoke to me, they were friendly towards me, yet it felt like they were afraid to get too close. I thought they were shy, until someone said I was a child of bad blood. Bad blood seemed like such a horrid name to be called. I didn’t understand at first, until my mother sat me down and discussed with me the reasons I was treated so strangely by the other children.

“Many years ago our clan joined with a new village, the village we live in now. We were well known in the land of fire, but after a few...well civil wars broke out, we were forced to move here to the land of clouds.” She paused for a moment before continuing. “The Nara clan were never a clan to fight among their people. We were well trusted, don’t get me wrong, but the reason we moved is not the same reasoning why you get picked on by the other children. Your father and I, are brother and sister.” She broke down in to tears then. She explained to me that’s why one of my eyes was green while the other was blue, and why I was so weak. My body was not the strongest at that age, and it was easy for me to get hurt by the other children. My hair was the same color as my mothers and father’s, black. Not until my Chunin exams did I start dying the color to a strange bright blue.

After that day I started to hate my parents. I felt like it was their fault the other kids looked down upon me. At that age I was naive and thought the way I was treated was all their fault. In all actuality, it was the insignificant thoughts of the other villagers around me for their view on what should been seen as normal. Still, I hated my parents and became angry. I was a short fuse ready to explode, and on the day of my graduation from the academy my fuse lit.

I was an intelligent child, and was easily able to outwit most of the students. That is what caught my teacher’s attention first. The other kids picked on me constantly and on the day of graduation it got worse. I was going to be held back because of how weak physically I was. One of the bigger kids thought it would be funny to push me in to a puddle and mock me for being so weak. My fuse exploded then, and I took my anger out on him. My fist made contact with his face and soon a fight broke out. It ended in the bigger guy trapped in my famous shadow possession jutsu with a broken nose and his arm bent at an awkward angle. I was 7 then, and because of that the teacher allowed me to graduate with the other kids. He was impressed that I had learned the jutsu, although it was one I had been studying. It was my clans specialty I had to learn it, right?

Growing distant from my mother and father was not as hard as I imagine it would have been now. I spent most of my time training alongside my sensei who taught me more about my clan then my parents ever had. I visited my uncle Shika, who had been given the name which was passed down from male to male since the days of Shikamaru Nara, who was one of the most brilliant of our clan. A weapon he used, trench knives, had also been passed down through the generations. Of course we didn’t use the exact ones he had, those were kept in a save place. Instead we made new ones for each generation, and each child were taught to harness the weapons and use them along with their element. I was shunned from that tradition when my parents were disowned from the family. The only reason I had any contact with my uncle was because he had a soft spot for me.

Shika was the one who gave me my trench knives, though even today I have not learned to use them. So until I decide to work up the desire, and find a teacher to assist me in learning to harness the weapons, the knives lay in a box under my bed.

Learning my clan’s jutsu was probably the easiest part of my training. Most of my time with my sensei was devoted to training my stamina. Mentally I was very strong, but my physical skills were lacking. I was unmotivated to do such training, so my sensei found it easiest to anger me. When mad, and told I won’t do something, I cannot help but prove said person wrong. Just as he had predicted I easily surpassed my fellow team mates with my intelligence and new found strength. Respect was something I was gaining, and as my training as a genin furthered I found myself desiring a position beside the Raikage. The others thought it was funny. Why work for him, when you should try to be him. Even now as I think about it, being Raikage would be too much of a bother. I liked having guidelines and being given orders. It helped me focus better than being off my leash to make decisions for others. Teaching is one thing, polictic is another. I would probably end up and a battle against another kage because they irritated me.

A few months before the chunin exams, my sensei took me to the side and decided it was time to teach me more of my clan’s jutsu. I was very effective with my shadow possession, but he felt that wouldn’t be enough. Shadow Neck Bind Technique was a step further from my Shadow Possession. My sensei had me fight him over and over again, until I was able to perfect it. The first time I tried I managed to stretch my shadow over his left foot, but it soon became a failed attempt. Over and over again he made me try. Each time I reached higher on his body, trying to get to his neck with my shadow. Each time I didn’t go higher me made me trap a dozen rabbits with my shadow and hold them there until I felt exhausted. With their size it was easy to do, but the fact of the matter was I could not kill them, and the amount of time me made me trap them took a lot out of me. When I finally managed to make my shadow reach his throat, I almost strangled him to death. I had managed to wrap my shadow around his body, seemingly paralyzing him. When the fingers reached his throat I felt overwhelmed by the power I had over his life. I stopped, and he broke free. After that he continued to make me train on him, while using himself as the ‘dummy’. He was the first person I had learned to trust completely. I respected him and wanted to be like my sensei. That reason alone kept me from allowing my desire for power take over. If so, then he may have been dead a long time ago

OK so this is under major co. Im just putting this up so its there and so i can edit it and what not as i progress and get ideas. everything in () is mostly a side note of things for me to add

The Chunin exams were not as I had expected. I stood before several unknown people with only my sensei standing beside me. They were unlike what I had heard of, and I felt unsure of myself. There were not many people shooting for the position of Chunin. A boy caught my attention; I think it was his grey hair. Ignoring him, I turned my attention to my sensei who talked me through all the training I had been through. He told me I was a very smart child and should have no problem dealing with the other competitors.

The system had been arranged to where each genin would face off against two others and then against their sensei to see if they were really ready to go on to Chunin. We had to use out strength and wit, because without either we would not be able to gain the power we were all capable of. Sadly to say, the first match for me was easier then I had expected. My opponent gave up after I caught them with my shadow, and they were harshly escorted out of the area. I can still remember hearing the harsh yells of his sensei. For my second match, I didn’t get to face off against the silver haired boy like I had been hoping. There was an odd aura about him, if you would call it that. I was curious about his power, wondering where he may have come from. Instead I got the pleasure in fighting one of my teammates.

Awai had always been a friend of mine. Well I suppose you could call him a friend. He never called me bad blood or tried to avoid me. (Ok here is where I am going to rush... I plan on updating it and adding more little by little to insure don’t get writers block and make this history shitty so there will be changes if everyone doesn’t mind..not really drastic changes just changes like a fight scene where it should be) The fight drug out more then I had expected it to, however as I stood there victorious, I felt the desire to finish him off, but was carried out of the arena by my sensei. I suppose I took a lot of damage that day but I felt so out of it.

(insert more here later where I learn more jutsu, fighting etc)

The Chunin exams flew by. My sensei was proud of me, as he stood in front of me with his cast. I had a cast on my leg and several bandages on my body. It was a rough fight, during which I had learned most of my clan’s jutsu. After the exams, and my healing I genin learning my elemental jutsu. That was the hardest part but I found pride in what I was able to accomplish

(skip some more here)

Here is where I come to now. I became a jounin only but a day ago. It was a rough test, and I lost my sensei in the process. I was suppose to fight him, and ended up having to protect him. It worked out fine, until the man decided to kill himself. (insert fight scene around this para) I don’t know how he did it, but while killing himself, he killed the other ninja I had trapped.

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Confusion fills my thoughts, even as I sit here now. I am but a jounin, and I feel I don’t have the power I need to. I suppose my real story is starting here. I know about my past, but as of now I can’t judge my future. My goal, I am not quite sure of. I want to become more powerful, That’s what I desire most. Where I want to channel that power? I guess in protecting those I care…the people who’s respect I desire most. I will get stronger, for my villagers, my kage, and myself.
(continue on from here with new events)

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