Ren Inoue ((Done))

General Information
Name: Ren Inoue

Nickname/Alias:

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Looks:
Ren has snow-white hair, which he keeps at a medium length, cascading about his head and in front of his face randomly. His eyes are a deep brown color, often times appearing pitch-black. His eyes are somewhere between really large and really small, taking a shape more like a lemon than an almond((yes there is a difference)). His nose is wider than normal, though not by much. Ren's lips are thin and pale pink in color. His skin tone is slightly pale, his flesh covered in scars from previous battles. Ren has long legs, and a shorter torso in comparison. His feet and hands are both long and thing, his fingers bony. Ren doesn't seem to have any body hair besides his eyebrows and the hair on his head. He typically wears a comfortable pair of black jeans, along with a white tunic and a scarf that he will tie around his head if heading out into the desert. Attached to this scarf is his metal headband, which rests in front of his neck when the scarf isn't around his head, and on his forehead when it is. At his waist lies Klinge der Kontrolle, the blade that is his greatest ally in combat.

Personality: Sarcasm, it beats killing people. Ren was once a kind, gentle, and loving person. He soon grew out of that. He became sarcastic, cold, unloving, and vicious. Ren almost always has a sarcastic remark, or a bored expression that implies that he has stopped paying attention to the person he was talking to; which he probably had. He has a short attention span when it comes to conversations, and an even shorter one when the conversation is idle of the person is stupid. Having little patience for those beneath his intelligence, Ren will often strike out at them or just declare them hopeless and leave them. If someone is deemed unworthy of his presence, they might as well be dead in his eyes. He can hold a grudge with the best of them, and has a very difficult time trusting people. A cynic to the core, he does not believe in any concept or person unless given proof that will convince him to. He has lost all hope for humankind, and voices this often. As a result, he does not do well in relationships. However, he is also very intelligent and charismatic. He knows what to say and when to say it to swoon a girl or guy, and so he is often in relationships. These relationships just happen to last a month at maximum. When they are done Ren doesn't dwell on the past, he moves on to the next one without giving past relationships a second thought. He is very guarded and chooses not to get close to people to protect himself from getting hurt.

Ren is obsessive about the concept of fate. He does believe that one's fate can be changed with the right amount of willpower, but in the end everything that occurs in one's life was the result of this fascinatingly intangible force. He often speaks of fate, or references it, seeming to worship it as if it were its own deity. Ren does not belong to any set religion, most likely due to the deification of fate in his mind.

Personality Trait's: Fate

Catch Phrase: (Does your char have any catch phrase's? Optional)

Clan Information

Clan Name: What is your clans name?

Kekkei Genkai: (What is your clan's set of abilities?)

Clan Symbol: (Does your clan have a symbol to represent it?)

Clan History: (History of your clan)


Rank Information:
Rank: Jounin
Village: Sunagakure no Sato

Skill Information

Skill Specialty: ( You may pick 2 skills: Ninjutsu, Genjutsu, Taijutsu, Kenjutsu, Weaponry, Medical, Puppetry, Fuuinjutsu)
Main: Ninjutsu
Sub: Kenjutsu

Elemental Affinity:
Main: Wind
Sub: Earth

Special Characteristics:


Items/Weapons:

Name: Klinge der Kontrolle - Blade of Control
Appearance:
The blade itself is six feet long, making it an odachi. It is razor sharp, and kept at such prime condition that many often mistake it as being brand new every time he draws the blade. It has no smudges, scratches, or nicks on the blade. The cross guard is a bronze circle, with half-diamond designs within either side of the circle. The handle is long enough for both hands to grasp the weapon comfortably, wrapped in a blue fabric. It's pommel is bronze and not very decorative, though it has three small golden bells that hang from it.
Rank: A
Special Abilities: Klinge de Kontrolle has only one really special ability. It was designed so that the bells on its pommel will ring louder and louder as more chakra is poured into it. These sound waves are used to distract, deafen, or even harm the opponent depending on if they are used to fuel a specific ninjutsu or not.
Origin: Klinge der Kontrolle was designed by Ren. He employed a smith that worked within a town near the Rice Paddie Country to forge the blade for him.

Background Information

.,:;Creation of Life, Dreams Destined to Fail;:,.
Ren was born on a sunny day in the Sand. It wasn't a day that was all that special or awe-inspiring, many children were born that day and no big event was occuring. It seemed an important day to his parents, though, which no one was surprised about. They had done the most amazing thing two people could do together, they fostered life; and a truly powerful one at that. They didn't know the things their son would do or the person he would become, if they had they may have thought twice about making him. They were just happy that he was alive and well, and hoped he would be a wonderful little boy, and righteous shinobi. It was such a shame that their hopes and dreams would be crushed, and unlike some luckier people, they would live to see the day that it happened. Ren would go through routine procedures, stay in the hospital as he was nursed and tested, and after a short while be sent home with his parents. His life from there forward was normal and uninteresting. He made friends with neighbour's children, played ninja, dreamed of his life in the future, and lived as any normal child would. After a few years of boring life, he started going to the ninja academy.

.,:;Training a Killer, Coping With a Defect;:,.
As he learned more ans more about chakra and the system it ran through, he discovered he could combine his love for music with it. Using this method, and the help of a teacher who seemed willing to test and see if it would work, Ren developed a technique that allowed him to hear several times better. From there he became enamoured with the concept of sound ninjutsu. He would often stay after and discuss the concept with the sensei, and research different ways he could learn to preform such tasks when he grew more skilled. However, this obsession didn't get in the way of studies. He always did his work, made good marks, and kept up in class, he knew how to prioritise. He graduated from the academy with even more under his belt than his fellow classmates.

.,:;Easing Slopes, Descending Slowly;:,.
As a genin, Ren wore his headband proudly. He wore it on his upper right arm, tied tight so that no matter what he was doing it wouldn't fall off. Even on her days off and when hanging out with friends he had his headband on. Sometimes his friends would joke that he even bathed with it on his arm, which simply wasn't true. He did bathe with it very near by, but it wasn't on his body. He traveled and worked with the same three people throughout his entire career as a genin. These three people were his fellow squad fifteen members, and some of the finest ninja that he knew at the time. He even occasionally thought that his sensei was more powerful than the Kazekage himself, purely because Ren had seen his sensei in the heat of battle, and yet all he knew of the Kazekage's job was that he stamped his approval on papers and told people what to do. As one could gather, he had a reputation for disrespecting authority, one that was too true and too often got him in serious trouble with more than just the Kazekage. It was at this point in time that Ren began thinking about things that most would find unhealthy for a shinobi to dwell upon. He didn't fit in where he lived, he didn't like taking orders from someone that was so weak in his mind, and he didn't enjoy his life in the village. One day, as he pondered over this, her father saw his sullen face and got an idea. He gave him a katana, his very own sword, and began to train him with it. He found it the most satisfying weapon he had learned to wield so far. As a result, it would become his main weapon in all forms of combat.

.,:;Examining a Prodigy, The Slopes Steepen;:,.
Ren entered the Chuunin exams as a genin with a squad, but he would leave a chuunin without one. The first test within the exam was extremely easy, he would pass it without any difficulty at all, and so would his teammates. As they traveled on to the second exam, things would become significantly more difficult. The Chuunin exam was once again being held at Konohagakure, and being a native to a desert, he wasn't used to surviving in such an organic terrain. His team would come in contact with a Kumogakure team that was very similar to them. Their elected leader was a spear-wielder, who seemed very gifted in the art. The way he moved with his weapon amazed Ren, almost enough to attempt a weapon other than his sword, but not quite. Their other two shinobi, like Ren's comrades, were a girl who specialised in fuuinjutsu, and a male who focused completely on raw power and brute strength. It was odd and intriguing that they would be fated to meet, even more spectacular was that Ren's opponents held the scroll they needed. Ren's team walked away from the fight with the scroll they needed, and a boost in their self confidence.

The third task would be the one that took Ren's teammates from him. They were to fight other shinobi, and though their team was excellent as a cell, his team mates weren't very efficient in solo battles. His male teammate didn't think often enough to do any real damage without someone telling him what to do, and his female team mate couldn't deal out any physical damage, she just weakened, distracted, and sealed the chakra of their opponents and let Ren and the others take over. Ren, however, did decently well. Again he would fight an opponent who wielded a polearm. However, this one was far different than the last. His opponent wielded a trident, and excelled in water-based ninjutsu. He didn't use the trident as a weapon, but more a focus for his jutsu to be channeled through. Ren defeated him using his katana, not sparing his life. From there he would move up in the tournament. His next opponent didn't wield any weapons, he was a genjutsu user. His downfall was that his whole strategy revolved around getting him in a visual genjutsu. When he had him in the grasp of his genjutsu, Ren realized what he was trying. He quickly shut both of his eyes. Running him through from such a close distance was no trouble at all. He left the stadium a chuunin, vest in hand and two friends dead.

.,:;A Rising Star, A Hero Destined to Fall;:,.
As a chuunin he had become even more arrogant and rebellious than before, which was a bad thing for someone with the responsibility of other's lives on their back. However, the Kazekage didn't want to pull him from his rank in the hopes that he would make an excellent Shinobi anyway. He was given mainly solo missions, which was fine for him. The most crucial mission of his life would occur while he was still a Chuunin. On a mission to escort a nobleman on his way to the land of fire, they stopped in a village near the Rice Paddie country. It was there that Ren met the man who would forge his new weapon. However, the man and Ren would also start talking, and the paranoid things the man spoke of would get into his head. He would return from the mission, a changed man. He seemed much darker, more rebellious, and rather cynical. He didn't trust anyone, and as an attempt to escape working for a squad, he entered the Jounin Examination.

RP Sample:
Kozakura's soft, pink hair fell over her shoulder in waves; covering nearly her entire torso with its length. The locks scattered across her shoulders, the bangs pushed to the sides of her face; creating a sort of pink frame for her heart-shaped visage. Her sharp coral eyes scanned over the area and the little girl that stood before her. She smiled without warmth or happiness, but more likely because she expected that was what others might due when greeting a new acquaintance and ally. Her soft pink lips were pulled into the light arc that was her smile, not revealing the perfect. bleach-white pearls that lay behind them. Her skin was pale as the sand grains that remained on her dress, her eyes ringed with dark lines that were the result of expertly applied make-up. No one knew why she wore make-up in such a society, where one was judged by their strength instead of their appearance, but she did so anyway. At her waist hung the other half of her soul. It was in the form of what seemed to be a hand-and-a-half sword, more commonly known as a bastard sword. The handle itself seemed to be carved from stone, the pommel taking the form of a skull, adorned with horns or spikes. The cross guard was the skull of a beast, its horns weaving outward like a goat's, curling around itself. She turned her body so that she would face the girl completely, her hair creating a wave of pink as it was thrown outward because of the spinning motion. When her hair rested back down upon her back and shoulders, she nodded to the girl firmly.

They stood within the only section of the dark and disgusting world of Hueco Mundo that was graced by sunlight. It was a wretched thing, the sun, as it stung the eyes and gave a hue to Koza's perfectly achromatic flesh. Still, the sky's color when the sun was out was so awe-inspiringly beautiful that Koza couldn't help but forgive the sunlight. It was a wonderful shade of azure all day, every day, with a few cotton balls floating around within it. The clouds were a bit distracting, but occasionally they would take the form of humorous shapes that could amuse Koza for hours, so they were forgiven as well. As she thought about this she looked up to the beautiful azure sky, seeming a bit lost in its wonder for a split second. Her eyes then fell upon the courtyard where they stood. Along the borders and in a few remote places were patches of grass and flowers, maybe age-old attempts at filling the place with a garden. However, scars ran deep through most of the courtyard, making it impossible to foster life. The scars were in the form of massive gashes or crevices that were the direct result of ressurecion releases, ceros, and even a few balas that managed to miss their mark and create a small crater within the terrain before them. They stood now upon the bridge that hung over the Courtyard, a white marble-like structure that hung from metal cords. They were several dozen feet above the ground, hanging limply upon marble slabs that by all rights should not have been supported by such weak, steel cords.

She could already tell that her Fraccion was either weak or anxious, neither was a very good sign. It was true that Koza, being an Espada, held an aura of horror about her, but she couldn't due with a student that spent more time quivering in her boots than she did paying attention to what Koza had to teach her. The thought of such a girl being frightened of Koza without Koza even having to leak a fraction of her spiritual energy was a bit disappointing. Then again, it could be that she is afraid I won't find her worthy of me. I do remember that she was a privaron..Maybe she only wants to learn from me to eventually retake her place as an Espada... If that is that case she does have cause to fear me without having seen any of my strength.. She thought to herself. Though it was a long shot, it was a bit comforting; at least more comforting than the thought of a student so weak that she quivered in the face of a figure that hadn't even release their spiritual energy yet.
"I am glad you came so early, it means we will have longer to train. You have quite the grueling period ahead of you if you expect to become stronger." She told the girl in a voice that seemed to be a mixture of authoritative and empathetic.

She looked down at her Fraccion, the same smile still on her face, and scanned the girl warily. The girl was younger than she, quite a bit shorter, and looked a bit too innocent for Koza's taste. However, looks were deceiving. The girl's blanched hair was kept short, with some form of band run through it, most likely to hold it in the style she liked, or merely for decoration. The girl wielded a katana, like the majority of their kind, yet unlike Koza. She only hoped that the girl's true form was a bit more frightening than her sealed form was. Suddenly, Koza disappeared. The only warning that came with the disappearance was a flickering of her appearance and the sound of what seemed to be a soft clap or snap. As suddenly as she had disappeared, Koza would reform in the center of the lower level of the courtyard. She did not look up to her student, she didn't wait for the girl to follow, but instead continued to walk across the courtyard to an area that seemed to have been specifically designed for combat training. It was a large circle, traced in chalk, and void of any life. In actuality it was probably an espada's bala that had gone off target. The Espada would most likely turn the crater into a training area for his Fraccion; they were crafty like that.

Absolutely awesome application, I must say so myself. Approved.