Name: Requiem
Nicknames: Req, Rim
Village: Storm
Rank: Jonin
Age: 32
Height: 6'1
Weight: 245
Apperance: Short black hair that doesn't go past his ears. His skin is lightly tanned and his eyes are black. He usually wears a white collared shirt and black dress pants. On top of his usual attire he wears a long black jacket. But when he's on a mission he dresses in a full black outfit with weapon holsters over his shirt that hold his weapons.
Gender: Guy
Clan: None
Family History: Requiem's parents were perfection extremist. Both of them grew up in homes that wanted their children to be the strongest and so when they had their first and only child Requiem they treated him the same way. Expecting nothing less than perfection. Requiem's mother was the only child and lived with both parents, she graduated the academy at 7 and then worked her way of to Special Jonin. His father on the other hand was the middle child of five. He graduated at six being raised by his father alone and later became an ANBU.
Character History:
As a child Requiem was raised by parents who wanted him to be perfect. They gave him private tutors and he trained with his tutors for more than 11 hours a day. When he got home he was to clean the house and do other chores that were given to him. In his teenage years his training lightened up some and he decided to train on his own instead of having his parents spend money on tutors for him. By the time he was eighteen he had taken and passed the Chuunin Exam. His mother went missing a few months afterward and Requiem took a turn for the worst.
He began to do a bit of stealing and working for agents that would pay him to take out their opponents. Ambassadors and things suck as that. It didn't take long for his father to find out that Requiem was living a double life. Feeling as if his son had shamed the family he kicked Requiem out the out and told him that he had shamed the family. Requiem left feeling like he had been freed and continued with his double life, living off the money he'd gained from his employers.
About the time he turned 23 he had joined the Storm Valley to put his skills to use, but found he missed his double life and continued with it and being a Storm Ninja. At the age 25 he became a Jonin for his new found home and is currently seeking the position of ANBU.
Personality: Requiem is the quiet type. He likes to sit by himself and just enjoy the day. He's got a mellow attitude. He doesn't mind the company of people, but he prefers to be by himself. But on the other side he's a bit mysterious and hard to figure out because of his double life which no one knows about. When he's on a mission that's given to him by the agents he's got a strict air about him. He becomes a bit tense and insecure and does not hesitate with his kills no matter who the target is. Requiem also tends to wear a mask when he's not only on his 'shameful' assignments, but around people. Not to hide his identity, but to keep those people guessing about him.
RP Sample:
One. Two. Three. Requiem's breathing slowed until it seemed like it had nearly stopped. Sweat covered his forehead and soaked his shirt until it felt like the shirt was matted to his body. Requiem stayed pressed up against the wall until he heard the footsteps and voices disappear. Looking around the corner he checked to make sure they were gone. A guy came around the corner at the same time as he turned.
Requiem pulled one of his blades from his weapon holder that was fastened to chest. He stabbed the guy in the chest and drove the blade upwards until it was caught on a the guy's rib. Requiem then quickly grabbed his mouth to keep him from screaming and punched him twice right below the spot he'd stabbed him until the guy stopped fighting. Slowly he let the guy down on the ground. Looking around the corner again he checked to see if anyone else was coming. No one was there.
Standing up he looked at the blood on his hands. What a mess, he thought. He wouldn't wipe the blood on his clothes, he'd have to go into the village dressed like this. And he'd need it to complete his task as usual. Heading across the hall he made his way down to the cellar. He could hear chanting behind the doors. Requiem got his blades out and held them in one hand while using the other to open the door.
Everyone in the room turned. The room was dimly lit. Requiem heard someone ask what he was doing,but it was just a distant voice to him as he flipped down into the crowd. He made sure to hit the only light in the room so that it shattered and everyone was covered in darkness. Requiem couldn't see in the dark, but he had one advantage. He worked alone, and everyone in this room was the target. Transferring his other blade to the other hand he slashed the two closest people next to him and continued to do so.
It was only a few minutes later that he had finished the job. Getting a flare he lite it and tossed it to the ground. Everyone in the room was motionless. The only sounds was that of his rapid breathing and the blood that dripped from his blades and splashed into the pools of blood on the floor. Placing his blades in their rightful holsters he started upstairs. When he was in the near empty room he looked at the white walls and with his blooded hands wrote:
MAN SHALL BASK IN THE GLORY OF THOSE WHO FEAR HIM
He then left for home. He would report to his agents tomorrow. Walking slowly he looked up. He could see the village. Lightning was flashing above it. Taking another step he paused. He felt his side and then looked at his hand. He'd been wounded, but it was the last thing on his mind. Someone was coming. It was too dark for him to see who it was, so he's pulled a kunai in advance. "Show yourself," he said. He didn't like surprises.
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