{I'm the Greatest Ninja of Them All}

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{You Think You Know Me}

Character Name: Orocha Rakkīhebi
Nicknames: The lucky snake

Age:16
Height:6'2
Weight:170
Gender:Male

Personality: Funny, but serious and tenacious in battle

{What Are You Waiting For! Welcome Me Home}

Your Village:Stealth
Your Rank: Jounnin (Anbu or sensei if you have one open)


{They Made Me Who I Am Today}

Mother: Numamamushi Rakkīhebi
Father: Mamushi Rakkīhebi
Siblings: None

Family History: An only child of a wealthy non-ninja family, up until my father was kill for his dirty dealing. My father's death wrung in a period of poverty for my mother and I. She died a few years later and I was left with only my ability as a Shinobi to feed me. I don't find for any sense of revenge against my father's killer he did what he did, but I do fight to restore my families name.


Character History: When my mother died, the streets were cold, but the animal life what kind. I watched the apex of the alleys, the snakes, to feed myself, learning that silence is an ally, and speed is an unwavering necessity. I took to them and them to me, I have dedicated my skills to them, the snakes.


{A New Beginning}


As Orocha sat there in his home, he meditated channeling his chakra into and out of each muscle. He practiced this way to help speed up his muscular reflexes, making them quicker and quicker, like that of a snake. As he breathed he did what he always did during these sessions, thought.



 



His mind raced back to his days on the streets, to the first time I saw a snake strike its prey. The serpent sat coiled quietly in the shadows as an unaware alley cat jumped from trash bin to trash bin. Once the feline realized there was nothing to eat it down to the ground and became dinner for the lightning quick serpent.



 



His mind jumped forward two years, to his first kill. On a mission that was ranked a D but had turned quiet suddenly into a B when their convoy was ambushed for 'intruding' on disputed lands. Orocha quickly and silently disappeared into the bushes and waited his comrades taking on the four attackers and allowing them just enough leeway to allow him to set into play his jutsu. Finally, just as the attackers thought that they had the attack ready Orocha jumped out of the bushes and yelled ‘Nature Style: Call of the Serpent”. Out of the bushes jumped hundreds of snakes that latched onto the assailants and their screams echoed through the forest until the cloud of serpents muffled them until silence.



 



Once the snakes dispersed Orocha walked over the dead bodies and kneel down to soak in the scene, his remorse was none, he felt the cold feeling he had only felt while out hunting for food, he was finally the apex predator of his environment, the perfect killer.



{Hey, What's the Answer to Number Three?}
Rock, Paper, Scissors.(Lizard, Spock)