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Name : Name: Kana Kinoshi
Nickname : Doc
Age : 36
January 17
straight
Gender : Male
human
Appearance :
Kana is 5’ 7” and weighs 180 pounds. He has long dark hair down to his waist which he mostly keeps tied into a heavy braid. His skin is a nice tan due to his Sand Country ancestry. His eyes are a sort of brownish hazel kept behind glasses. He often wears a modified lab coat over his t shirt. The coat is fitted and has many more pockets than a regular one making it seem more like a long vest that falls to mid-thigh. He has a sort of tenor voice which raises a bit higher when he is excited. He is extremely sarcastic and uses this to cope with dangerous or stressful situations.
Point of Origin:
Konoha
Personality:
“Life is to be valued and protected even at the cost of one's own life. Yet, life is not an asset, you cannot use other people's lives, only they can choose to give up their own life.”
During his Academy days, Kana was a quiet boy. He was given more to reading. He always found different things interesting, from history to scientific journals. He was never really good at keeping up with the pop culture which made him awkward in social talks. He was friendly but shy. He was always ready to help and would put others first. He likes cat though he has none of his own. He will always feed strays. He has short hair and mostly wears a T shirt and comfortable jeans. He has short hair and big glasses.
He is very focused on medicine and will often be found reading a book. During his Chunin phase of his life, he developed a very sarcastic approach and He likes to be silly because he feels that life is too short to be all sour. He is not reckless or stupid but enjoys the occasional rebellion.
Background: Kana comes from a long line of healers. His grandmother married a Sand Village shinobi who had been targeted for death due to some obscure reason. He was found on the forest boundaries of the Fire Country near Konoha. This is the reason the Kinoshi Family know many wind techniques and are able to summon birds. Kana was not a stellar student, but he did find interest in the medical jutsus and is competent in wind and lighting styles. He enjoys volunteering at the hospital and would prefer the white walls to outside missions. However, he knows that combat medics are extremely valuable and understands his duty. Few people know that the reason he is so involved in Medical Jutsu is because his younger sister has a degenerative disease that is slowly killing her. It is his aim to find a medicine or jutsu that would be able to cure her. He had to take the Chunnin exams twice and just recently was given the title of Jounin due to his ability to perform Jutsu but cares very little about rank and instead focuses on doing his best. Currently not part of any team but is happy to be a trauma doctor in the hospital.
Likes:
• A. Reading, especially medical journals.
• B. sweets, especially candied pecans.
• C. Playing his flute, especially for his sister.
Dislikes
• A. Selfishness
• B. Unnecessary violence
• C. Lazy people
Skills:
Fighting Style:
He developed a long range sort of fighting style. Kana will stick to his wind style when at all possible keeping to the shadows and using thrown weapons. Much of his wind style is centered on incapacitating as many opponents as possible. As a medical Nin, he is able to evade many attacks and does not consider fighting from the shadows as cowardice. Defensive: once the enemy gets in to mid-close range, Kana will evade and place distance between them. He will also use his poison and Raiton jutsu to incapacitate as many enemy as possible giving him a better chance to avoid direct combat. He also follows instructions as much as possible and will allow his platoon members to do their job and will not rush in if he sees them get hurt because he knows that if he gets hurt then they are all dead. his Medical taijutsu also enables him to use others weakness to his advantage hitting key points in the body. Using his superior intellect, he formulates plans and attacks in which the mission can be accomplished with the least amount of bloodshed as possible. He may not be a good a tactician as a Nara but he is not a berserker.
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Nickname : Doc
Age : 36
January 17
straight
Gender : Male
human
Appearance :
Kana is 5’ 7” and weighs 180 pounds. He has long dark hair down to his waist which he mostly keeps tied into a heavy braid. His skin is a nice tan due to his Sand Country ancestry. His eyes are a sort of brownish hazel kept behind glasses. He often wears a modified lab coat over his t shirt. The coat is fitted and has many more pockets than a regular one making it seem more like a long vest that falls to mid-thigh. He has a sort of tenor voice which raises a bit higher when he is excited. He is extremely sarcastic and uses this to cope with dangerous or stressful situations.
Point of Origin:
Konoha
Personality:
“Life is to be valued and protected even at the cost of one's own life. Yet, life is not an asset, you cannot use other people's lives, only they can choose to give up their own life.”
During his Academy days, Kana was a quiet boy. He was given more to reading. He always found different things interesting, from history to scientific journals. He was never really good at keeping up with the pop culture which made him awkward in social talks. He was friendly but shy. He was always ready to help and would put others first. He likes cat though he has none of his own. He will always feed strays. He has short hair and mostly wears a T shirt and comfortable jeans. He has short hair and big glasses.
He is very focused on medicine and will often be found reading a book. During his Chunin phase of his life, he developed a very sarcastic approach and He likes to be silly because he feels that life is too short to be all sour. He is not reckless or stupid but enjoys the occasional rebellion.
Background: Kana comes from a long line of healers. His grandmother married a Sand Village shinobi who had been targeted for death due to some obscure reason. He was found on the forest boundaries of the Fire Country near Konoha. This is the reason the Kinoshi Family know many wind techniques and are able to summon birds. Kana was not a stellar student, but he did find interest in the medical jutsus and is competent in wind and lighting styles. He enjoys volunteering at the hospital and would prefer the white walls to outside missions. However, he knows that combat medics are extremely valuable and understands his duty. Few people know that the reason he is so involved in Medical Jutsu is because his younger sister has a degenerative disease that is slowly killing her. It is his aim to find a medicine or jutsu that would be able to cure her. He had to take the Chunnin exams twice and just recently was given the title of Jounin due to his ability to perform Jutsu but cares very little about rank and instead focuses on doing his best. Currently not part of any team but is happy to be a trauma doctor in the hospital.
Likes:
• A. Reading, especially medical journals.
• B. sweets, especially candied pecans.
• C. Playing his flute, especially for his sister.
Dislikes
• A. Selfishness
• B. Unnecessary violence
• C. Lazy people
Skills:
Fighting Style:
He developed a long range sort of fighting style. Kana will stick to his wind style when at all possible keeping to the shadows and using thrown weapons. Much of his wind style is centered on incapacitating as many opponents as possible. As a medical Nin, he is able to evade many attacks and does not consider fighting from the shadows as cowardice. Defensive: once the enemy gets in to mid-close range, Kana will evade and place distance between them. He will also use his poison and Raiton jutsu to incapacitate as many enemy as possible giving him a better chance to avoid direct combat. He also follows instructions as much as possible and will allow his platoon members to do their job and will not rush in if he sees them get hurt because he knows that if he gets hurt then they are all dead. his Medical taijutsu also enables him to use others weakness to his advantage hitting key points in the body. Using his superior intellect, he formulates plans and attacks in which the mission can be accomplished with the least amount of bloodshed as possible. He may not be a good a tactician as a Nara but he is not a berserker.
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Arn felt the change in pressure as the young lady released his hand and he slowly relaxed his own grip. He did not know if he had held that long out of some sort of Samaritan feeling or perhaps he had fooled himself into reasoning that she was just someone in need of help and he was merely helping. Yet, as she let go of his hand he felt a pang of regret. He had not felt real human connection since his mother. Even Tobi felt more like a responsibility than actual companionship. To prevent any awkward posturing, he clasped both his hands together, interlacing his fingers into a composed and military fashion.
He heard her apology and shook his head forgetting for a second that she could not see him. Realizing this he quickly added in what he believed to be a friendly voice but which sounded more like a calm stage whisper. “There is nothing to forgive miss. There is no one in this world that ever force me to do what I will not willingly do. I came to you and was glad to be of help in your distress. Dark Sight is often hard for many as the darkness is unsettling.”
He felt a slight trickle of liquid run down his side. He curled his lip disapprovingly. As if his body had acted without his permission. He shifted his weight so that the cloth of his gown pressed against the offending wound. Eventually, the wound would clot with the cloth of the gown. It would hurt like hell when it would be pulled but that was a matter for the future. He continued talking to her in as controlled a voice as he could while enduring the pain.
“I am not sure how needing help is selfish. In truth, I would have perhaps gotten in trouble being unable to sit still. This way, I have an excuse.” It was almost imperceptible but he managed a ghost of a smile. He had been taken aback by her admittance to enjoying his touch and he felt warmth rush to his face. Very unlike himself, he continued along that same thinking avenue wanting to hear more. Especially because the word “trials” had summoned images of magical testing. “I had never had any one comment on my proficiency with manifesting flames. Indeed, I have caused much death with them. I must admit that it makes me glad to know that I am able to also bring comfort.”
He looked at his hands then. Scarred from many small wounds but mainly, the touch of fire which had resulted when his magic first manifested. His control had been so little that even he was wounded. He had suffered second degree burns and the scarring made them look unappealing in his regard.
The battle mage marveled at how Eilis had simply held them without any concern for such scars and in such a peaceful manner. As he had stated, they had simply been the conduit by which much death had been delivered. Arn felt no regret in the lives he had taken. He had done it out of duty not out of emotion. In the same coin, he had not enjoyed the carnage. The mage had actually felt nothing but respect for those willing to give their lives for their duty.
Finally, he came around to addressing her last question. It had perplexed him. He wondered if perhaps she had knowledge that had evaded him in all his reading. He had read both scientific and religious text. The young woman had mentioned the All Mother, which meant she had some theological inclinations. His own mother had been extremely faithful. It had been the only way for her to deal with the situation her and the young Arn had experienced.
The battle mage cleared his throat and answered simply. “Well miss, I fear that my eyes are simply brown. However, many have told me that they seem to be nothing but dark pupils” He shrugged, more to himself than at his statement. Many had commented how eerie it was to have to look into his eyes. Indeed, many believed that he had sold his soul to a demonic entity which enabled him to be so savage, so calm, and so magically proficient.
Arn secretly hoped that the young lady would reveal something that negated or contradicted that. For even though he cared little for hearsay, it would perhaps be a good idea to have this information.
He heard her apology and shook his head forgetting for a second that she could not see him. Realizing this he quickly added in what he believed to be a friendly voice but which sounded more like a calm stage whisper. “There is nothing to forgive miss. There is no one in this world that ever force me to do what I will not willingly do. I came to you and was glad to be of help in your distress. Dark Sight is often hard for many as the darkness is unsettling.”
He felt a slight trickle of liquid run down his side. He curled his lip disapprovingly. As if his body had acted without his permission. He shifted his weight so that the cloth of his gown pressed against the offending wound. Eventually, the wound would clot with the cloth of the gown. It would hurt like hell when it would be pulled but that was a matter for the future. He continued talking to her in as controlled a voice as he could while enduring the pain.
“I am not sure how needing help is selfish. In truth, I would have perhaps gotten in trouble being unable to sit still. This way, I have an excuse.” It was almost imperceptible but he managed a ghost of a smile. He had been taken aback by her admittance to enjoying his touch and he felt warmth rush to his face. Very unlike himself, he continued along that same thinking avenue wanting to hear more. Especially because the word “trials” had summoned images of magical testing. “I had never had any one comment on my proficiency with manifesting flames. Indeed, I have caused much death with them. I must admit that it makes me glad to know that I am able to also bring comfort.”
He looked at his hands then. Scarred from many small wounds but mainly, the touch of fire which had resulted when his magic first manifested. His control had been so little that even he was wounded. He had suffered second degree burns and the scarring made them look unappealing in his regard.
The battle mage marveled at how Eilis had simply held them without any concern for such scars and in such a peaceful manner. As he had stated, they had simply been the conduit by which much death had been delivered. Arn felt no regret in the lives he had taken. He had done it out of duty not out of emotion. In the same coin, he had not enjoyed the carnage. The mage had actually felt nothing but respect for those willing to give their lives for their duty.
Finally, he came around to addressing her last question. It had perplexed him. He wondered if perhaps she had knowledge that had evaded him in all his reading. He had read both scientific and religious text. The young woman had mentioned the All Mother, which meant she had some theological inclinations. His own mother had been extremely faithful. It had been the only way for her to deal with the situation her and the young Arn had experienced.
The battle mage cleared his throat and answered simply. “Well miss, I fear that my eyes are simply brown. However, many have told me that they seem to be nothing but dark pupils” He shrugged, more to himself than at his statement. Many had commented how eerie it was to have to look into his eyes. Indeed, many believed that he had sold his soul to a demonic entity which enabled him to be so savage, so calm, and so magically proficient.
Arn secretly hoped that the young lady would reveal something that negated or contradicted that. For even though he cared little for hearsay, it would perhaps be a good idea to have this information.
I will post as quickly as I can. I am currently travelling for New Year's
I may not have much time while travelling for New Years. I will post when I can. Happy New Year's
The battle mage, his thinking often stoic, very spartan and minimalistic suddenly was plunged into a pool of feeling when the young woman reached for his hand. He had been an expert at keeping his feelings controlled ensuring that only those he needed to channel ever came to the surface. It had been his only way to manage his loss. It had been his only way to take control of a life that had been very much out of his governance.
He had not lied when he had said that he had wanted this life to end the day he had all but melted his mother’s killer turning the man’s bones to dust. He had taken many lives, some innocent, some not so much that day. The young mage had released all his pent up hate that day and the inferno had consumed half a block of the slums where the whore house had been.
Those feelings had been strong and fueled a fire that had been devastating. The feelings that currently surrounded him were more temperate. They evoked feelings of warmth that can only be found in a hearth. The song’s his mother used to sing him when he was a child resonated in his mind. He almost pulled away when she touched him. A feeling such a electricity coursed through his body. The feeling had frightened him by the potency of its wake.
Arn had been struck more by her face. It had resembled so much the look of his mother when she had held her as the raging flames circled all around them. She had seemed at peace. It had perplexed the mage for many years why she could be in such a state when so much destruction surrounded both of them. Now her last words made more sense than ever
Live free
It must have been a split of a second but in Arn’s mind, the moment lasted eons. As their hands were held there, he felt a connection that transcended human understanding. It could be that they both had been captives of some sort. It could be that both shared a link to the world and in a way to each other. It could be that they had, in the short time that they met, shared deep thoughts they had not shared with any other.
Whatever the case, for that brief second, the mage felt as one with Eilis. Involuntarily, the magic that was often fueled by hate, and rage and repressed feelings, released on its own. Yet, from the hand which the young lady held, not destructive fire emerged. Instead, his magic produced a sort of warm glow. Eilis could not see it of course but she could obviously feel it, as evident by her comment.
He looked down at her in surprise, almost fear. When his eyes found hers he gasped. Dark Sight did not seem to prevent her from somehow looking into his soul. He took in a shuddering breath. He did not know why but he smiled at her. He took another steadying breath and he placed a hand on one of her own as she cradled his hand like some sort of life line. He cleared his throat and then said in a raspy voice trying to suppress emotion.
“I can say without an iota of doubt that you have awakened something inside of me that I had believed lost.” He did not know what else to say. He feared that he had spoken out of turn or that his words might be misconstrued. Yet, he did not move, he did not break their hold. It seemed that nothing less than the Sorcerer King could break them apart.
Tobi looked through the window of the door. A smile and a shake of his head was the only evidence of what scene was playing on in the room on the other side. He turned around assumed his post as the de facto guard to the room to prevent anybody to disturb the pair.
He had not lied when he had said that he had wanted this life to end the day he had all but melted his mother’s killer turning the man’s bones to dust. He had taken many lives, some innocent, some not so much that day. The young mage had released all his pent up hate that day and the inferno had consumed half a block of the slums where the whore house had been.
Those feelings had been strong and fueled a fire that had been devastating. The feelings that currently surrounded him were more temperate. They evoked feelings of warmth that can only be found in a hearth. The song’s his mother used to sing him when he was a child resonated in his mind. He almost pulled away when she touched him. A feeling such a electricity coursed through his body. The feeling had frightened him by the potency of its wake.
Arn had been struck more by her face. It had resembled so much the look of his mother when she had held her as the raging flames circled all around them. She had seemed at peace. It had perplexed the mage for many years why she could be in such a state when so much destruction surrounded both of them. Now her last words made more sense than ever
Live free
It must have been a split of a second but in Arn’s mind, the moment lasted eons. As their hands were held there, he felt a connection that transcended human understanding. It could be that they both had been captives of some sort. It could be that both shared a link to the world and in a way to each other. It could be that they had, in the short time that they met, shared deep thoughts they had not shared with any other.
Whatever the case, for that brief second, the mage felt as one with Eilis. Involuntarily, the magic that was often fueled by hate, and rage and repressed feelings, released on its own. Yet, from the hand which the young lady held, not destructive fire emerged. Instead, his magic produced a sort of warm glow. Eilis could not see it of course but she could obviously feel it, as evident by her comment.
He looked down at her in surprise, almost fear. When his eyes found hers he gasped. Dark Sight did not seem to prevent her from somehow looking into his soul. He took in a shuddering breath. He did not know why but he smiled at her. He took another steadying breath and he placed a hand on one of her own as she cradled his hand like some sort of life line. He cleared his throat and then said in a raspy voice trying to suppress emotion.
“I can say without an iota of doubt that you have awakened something inside of me that I had believed lost.” He did not know what else to say. He feared that he had spoken out of turn or that his words might be misconstrued. Yet, he did not move, he did not break their hold. It seemed that nothing less than the Sorcerer King could break them apart.
Tobi looked through the window of the door. A smile and a shake of his head was the only evidence of what scene was playing on in the room on the other side. He turned around assumed his post as the de facto guard to the room to prevent anybody to disturb the pair.
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The battlemage had been conscious of the changes in her behavior. He had released her had when she pulled it away. He had thought that perhaps he had overstayed his welcome but noticed that she only used it to wipe a tear away. He did not know why but this action made him feel at ease. Perhaps it was the idea of being rejected even when trying to help that did not appeal to him.
Arn gently shook his head as he silently pushed away her apology. “It was not bother Ms. Eilis” he said with an emphasis on her name getting it right this time. “The apology is mine having pronounced your name wrong but please do not fault me. My tongue is used to formulating names of rough masculine type rather than soft names that float off the tongue” He caught himself here wondering why he was being so care free with her. He was about to apologize when she suddenly let out a scream and she lit up quite literally.
The mage sat straight up grimacing as his wounds probably popped open due to the sudden motion. He put up his in apology and to try and calm the young girl down. He turned a concerned face towards the door as the machines beeped wildly at her sudden increase in blood pressure.
“I apologize miss. I am not sure what I said that caused you to be disturbed so but I sincerely apologize. Please, be calm…” His concern was evident. He had seen such look only in the faces of the whores who were used as sexual cattle by the vile men of the slums. His own mother had that look once or twice even if she tried to hide it. Many had sought the release that only death could bring. More concerning still, was the way she lit up.
It did not take his mage training to figure out that such patters where not normal. Someone had done this to her. Someone had left a mark on her. The way the patterns lit up made Arn believe these marks had not been given to her willingly. His face darkened at the audacity.
A sense of over protectiveness swelled inside Arn and his face turned from concern to one of steely resolve. He heard her question and that made him even more resolute.
He held her gaze, he was serious but not intimidating. His voice was clear but oddly comforting. “Yes miss. In my youth I often wondered why I had been born. But soon I found out that we make our own purpose. If we let others do it for us, then we will live the life they want us to live. So I decided to take my life in my hands. Live by my rules, die by my rules. I found meaning in living my life.”
Taking a huge risk, he extend his hand and placed it soflty on her shoulder. “I am not sure what in your past haunts you. But if there is any way I can be of service. I pleadge my life to help. Your face should never have to look the way you did just now.” He held her in his eyes for a second or two and then removed his hand.
“Besides miss, you are in Belisian care. I know a certain Knight Captain who would offer what I just did and more.” He gave her a slight almost invisible smile.
I will try to post something soon. I will have to be silent a little for this Xmass break have family coming over.
Arn did not wait for her answer and headed on down the obvious trail that had been left. The group, whoever they were, were obviously not hunters. They left more disturbed earth and signs of their passage than a herd of drunk seals. At least, to his experienced eyes. He grew serious as he looked over the scene. He looked at the arrow. He did not have to pick it up to analyze its construction being a fletcher himself. He was particularly interested in how the arrow was broken. If the arrow broke due to somebody falling on it, it broke almost along the length of the arrow, the wood trying to distribute the weight. If it was done by someone of intelligence it would be done width wise.
Regardless of the break, the wounded being still held the arrow inside of them. This was dangerous as any movement would continue to cause damage. The hunter moved from spot to spot, his face serious and somber as he studied each clue. Each made his brow furrow deepen. The blood on the tree really brought concern to his face. The height was much too high for it to be a normal deer and the disturbed landscape did not hit to a bear being wounded. After all, it would take more than a measly arrow to cause a bear to meander in the throes of pain.
He heard Gwendolyn rush behind him but even though he grunted his annoyance, he did not engage her further. He was much too concentrated on his current task. The girl may know of him or may be familiar with him but in his current state, he look wise and capable. Not at all like the picture many in the village painted of him being a big slow brute.
The bear man continued his tracking eventually leading him to the spring. Arn had used it plenty of times to quench his thirst or as a place to hunt the animals that may come for the same reason. This time of the year however, it would soon freeze and the debris dirtied the water so it was not very drinkable. The purity of the spring however, was the last thing on the hunter’s mind as he gazed at the bottom.
A figure, not unlike that of lupine semblance, lay at the bottom. The animal, or what looked like an animal, was clearly wounded. The wounds however did not match those that would be done by natural means. Which meant, a human was involved or something resembling human intelligence.
He felt the young woman come up behind him. Instinctively, Arn grabbed her hand as he kneeled down enough to not cast a shadow that could be seen from below and have cover of the cliff if the animal spotted them. Thankfully they seemed be downwind of the creature which should help keeping them hidden.
The hunter did not know why he felt the need to hide but he became really aware that yet again, he had violated the young woman’s personal space. He flushed and let her go but he used the same hand to bring a finger to his lips motioning for silence. He retrieved his bow from his back and carefully notched an arrow while keeping his pulling hand at the ready.
He scanned the area for any other danger and then turning to Gwendolyn he whispered. “Stay here.” That was the second time he had told her to do something. He figured that just like his first, she would disobey but he felt the need to at least get the words out. Carefully, like the hunters he mimicked, the big man moved slowly from their hiding place around and closer to the wolf thing. He moved silently for being such a big person. He kept his eyes on the thing while his pull arm was ready to fire should he need to.
Regardless of the break, the wounded being still held the arrow inside of them. This was dangerous as any movement would continue to cause damage. The hunter moved from spot to spot, his face serious and somber as he studied each clue. Each made his brow furrow deepen. The blood on the tree really brought concern to his face. The height was much too high for it to be a normal deer and the disturbed landscape did not hit to a bear being wounded. After all, it would take more than a measly arrow to cause a bear to meander in the throes of pain.
He heard Gwendolyn rush behind him but even though he grunted his annoyance, he did not engage her further. He was much too concentrated on his current task. The girl may know of him or may be familiar with him but in his current state, he look wise and capable. Not at all like the picture many in the village painted of him being a big slow brute.
The bear man continued his tracking eventually leading him to the spring. Arn had used it plenty of times to quench his thirst or as a place to hunt the animals that may come for the same reason. This time of the year however, it would soon freeze and the debris dirtied the water so it was not very drinkable. The purity of the spring however, was the last thing on the hunter’s mind as he gazed at the bottom.
A figure, not unlike that of lupine semblance, lay at the bottom. The animal, or what looked like an animal, was clearly wounded. The wounds however did not match those that would be done by natural means. Which meant, a human was involved or something resembling human intelligence.
He felt the young woman come up behind him. Instinctively, Arn grabbed her hand as he kneeled down enough to not cast a shadow that could be seen from below and have cover of the cliff if the animal spotted them. Thankfully they seemed be downwind of the creature which should help keeping them hidden.
The hunter did not know why he felt the need to hide but he became really aware that yet again, he had violated the young woman’s personal space. He flushed and let her go but he used the same hand to bring a finger to his lips motioning for silence. He retrieved his bow from his back and carefully notched an arrow while keeping his pulling hand at the ready.
He scanned the area for any other danger and then turning to Gwendolyn he whispered. “Stay here.” That was the second time he had told her to do something. He figured that just like his first, she would disobey but he felt the need to at least get the words out. Carefully, like the hunters he mimicked, the big man moved slowly from their hiding place around and closer to the wolf thing. He moved silently for being such a big person. He kept his eyes on the thing while his pull arm was ready to fire should he need to.
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