~The Basics~First Name: Kaito
Last Name: Hokkai
Age: 11
Rank: Genin
Village: Sunagakure no Sato
~The Blood Work~Gender: Male
Blood Type: O-
Clan: Hokkai
Kekkei Genkai: Sand Manipulation of the Shukaku
Eagle Manipulation of the Hokkai
~The Physics~Appearance:"For the last time, I'm not a woman."
He was born either cursed or graced with the features more of his mother than that of his father. With slender forming to his build he appears much like that of a flat-chested girl from far away and even close up from behind. He has the shape that most would call feminine with his slender face coming to a neat rounded point, his waist area curving inward slightly almost as if he were malnourished which was always far from the truth. Everything about him just seems to be slender and feminine all the way down to his slender arms and well toned legs.
"So what if I look like a raccoon of sorts... Do you think I care?"
His facial features distinguish him rather well from a crowd. Well, one facial feature does which is that of the tanuki-like eye rings that the shukaku Jinchuuriki is well known for. His other features include that pale golden eyes in which the pupils and irises blend together, and no distinguishable eye brows with them being on the edge of the eye rings, ebony in color, and very thin.
"My hair? What about it? It's spiky, errr.... somewhat red.... "
Parting from the right side of his forehead, his bangs frame his face well on either side making it so his ears are practically invisible with you look at him dead center from the front. A few of his shaded maroon locks also droop across his face with a short of jagged effect, a few clustered locks falling upon the left side of his nose. The rest of his hair is rather unkempt with split ends pretty much left and right. Although his hair is shoulder length and it does show that he washes it, he is rarely ever known to actually get it cut unless it grows out to the length of reaching the small of his back where he can no longer tolerate it. However, if his hair is cut you can always tell because it will be relatively short and spiky, similar to that of the fifth kazekage, although his bangs usually stay the same.
Clothing:His clothing varies from time to time depending on where missions may take him.
"The desert is my home, my paradise, and my weapon."
On a normal Suna day, Kaito tends to wear a fishnet-like short sleeved shirt under a black shirt made of special fabric to breath easily. He also wears black trousers with fishnet-like shin guards and the standard black Suna Shinobi sandals. To carry around a constant supply of his primary weapon, his sand, he wears a burnt orange holster vest held in place by a single strap over the shoulder and two belt buckles which carry his gourd. It is said this style of holster vest was at once worn by the 5th.
"I can put up with the cold thanks to my armor, but its still... irritating."
If he were to travel to somewhere with tundra like conditions, Kaito would wear an outfit much like that of a long sleeved version of what he normally wears with an added semi-burnt colored cloak and close toed shinobi boots.
He always wears his Sunagakure Hitai-ate around his neck even when supposed to be taking a break. It's his way of showing that his is a sunagakure comrade, and not some sort of monster.
Height: 4'4"
Weight: 85 lbs
~The Traits~Likes:Kaito's favorite foods involve that of a variety of cooked meats, however leaning towards the rare side. His favorite of all foods would have to be a type of spicy teriaki barbeque beef cutlet.
Aside from food Kaito as a rather thin range of likes.
"The majestic sound, it calms me, and HE seems to like it as well."
He loves the sound of most wind instruments having actually picked up the art of playing the flute himself. He loves them because it helps pass by his insomniac nights where he cannot sleep, thus plays his flute up on his roof.
Dislikes:"They are annoying. They never know when to shut up."
PARROTS or any other taking bird
These birds just don't know when to shut up and often get on his nerves. Whenever he sees one of these birds he is often tempted to catch it, clip its wings, and throw it on a bon fire just to watch it burn. These things are annoying to no end.
"I have no heart for those pieces of ____ you call a treat."
Sweets
He has no stomach for them. Often times he'll go on a tyraid just because sweets are just plain too sweet for him, always overwhelming his tongue and giving him this sort of bitter after taste that he cannot explain. All in all, never give him any sort of sweets.
"Only idiots ruin their health by drinking that ____."
Alcohol
Seeing it as a sort of drink that people purposely make just to ruin their bodies with the drunken effects it places on you he has no value for it. Although he won't stop people from drinking it he has been known in the past for assaulting those that attempt to get him to drink it.
"The smoke is annoying, and the ____ing tar is bad for you lungs."
Tobacco Products
He just plain hates the smoke from tobacco product on top of the fact that the tar you inhale from the smokes will build up in your lungs which in the end is what caused the death of a close friend of his. Well, was part of the cause. He will personally destroy tobacco products if he gets that slightest chance, which is why people are advised not to use them in front of him on missions.
Personality:"Be quiet, pay attention, don't cause any trouble."
Despite suffering chronic effects such as migraines and such from being the host of the shukaku, Kaito always tries his best to hold a calm and composed demeanor. He will often excuse himself from a room if he feels a migraine coming, but otherwise tends to sit quietly and listen. He is very much the quiet type and doesn't really like to have too much of a conversation although adding his two-cents worth into one every now and then. He is very much the kind of guy that will sit through a long speech so long as it holds his interest otherwise he may just end up day dreaming or trying to keep himself from falling asleep.
"Always do your best."
From determination to be acknowledged well in his village, he has always made sure to pay attention in class, and from this eventually became a quick learner of many techniques having an innate ability to analyze things very well and remember them by only seeing it a few times.
"Don't hurt anyone."
From the constant fear of losing control because of his hearing the Shukaku on the nights of the full moon when it seems to be most active, he has developed a sort of insomnia during the time of month surrounding the full moon, and will often only sleep soundly on the nights of new moons. It is rare, however, to not see him on the roof of his apartment at least for a few hours in the middle of the night playing his flute. However, he may spend the whole night doing such or random tasks around the village on a full moon to keep his mind off of the Shukaku.
Attitude:Usually Calm and Collected, however occasionally erratic, especially around the night of the full moon.
~The Armada~Primary Weapon: Sand
Support Weapon: Kunai
Support Weapon: Shuriken
Support Weapon: Paper Bombs x10
~Skill Information~Skill Specialty:
- Main: Ninjutsu
- Sub: Genjutsu
Elemental Affinity:
- Main: Sabaku
- Sub: Fuuton
- Sub: Doton
Special Characteristics:Kaito is an exceptional strategist, often capable of thinking several moves ahead the the adversary. This also makes him a tough opponent to beat in Shogi and applies to his high IQ of approx. 190.
Kaito often has to keep a calm and level head, lest he contract severe migraines as a chronic effect from being the Shukaku Host.
He is a master of sand related techniques, capable of using techniques most can only dream of.
Flaws/Weaknesses:Suiton Jutsu are his main weakness, for if his sand becomes wet it will eventually turn into useless mud until it dries.
He has an irrational fear of being wounded, having never once being wounded due to his absolute defense. This does not include scrapes or normal cuts, this includes severe bloody wounds that could cost one their life.
Death, he fears that which he cannot understand or imagine.
~Jutsu~Other:E: 6
D: 5
C: 5
B: 0
A: 0
S: 0
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~The Story~Family:Father - Seikon Hokkai - Age 54, Incapacitated
Mother - Sayana Hokkai - Age 43, Deceased
Cousin - Logan Hokkai - Age 25, Kazekage
Cousin - Kogan Hokkai - Age 28, Missing-Nin
Uncle - Tadashi Hokkai - Age 56, Deceased
Aunt - Kiana Hokkai - Age 54, Deceased
History:Kaito was born always being in the mind of the higher ups as a possible Shukaku Jinchuuriki. He was the only infant of the time that was compatible with the Shukaku. As Kaito grew over the few years of his young life, he was becoming more and more of a match for the Shukaku. Finally around the age of four, as the former Jinchuuriki lay on his death bed, Kaito was brought in. The boy would gaze around the room as he held the hand of his father, his other hand gripping the collar of his turtle-neck shirt.
"Papa...." He would look up to his father whom shed a single tear before allowing the beast to be transferred from the former host to his son, his son never having a single real clue at the time as to what was going on. Immediately after the transfer, the former Jinchuuriki finally passed, but not only that, Kaito ridden with pain lashed out unable to control himself. His father was gravely injured trying to allow the others to escape. Eventually the past Kazekage managed to get Kaito to calm himself, however causing the small child to pass out.
2 years after that incident, Kaito learned of the destruction and death he caused, and how his mother's death had been his doing. Swearing to himself he would not allow this to happen again, he started off his days in the academy working hard, not only to become an excellent shinobi, but to not let the others' scorn reach him. He quickly became a star student in his class and even managed to graduate a year early, thankfully without any further out breaks of control.
Ever since that day he became a Jinchuurki his path has been filled with many hardships. He has suffered the hatred of the village, and been deemed a monster and a failure by many. However, one thing the eleven year old has not lost is determination. Determination to prove to everyone that he will not harm the village again, and that he is their comrade.
Extra Information:After the sealing of the Shukaku when Kaito lost control is when the tanuki-like eye rings would permanently appear on his skin. This is also when his father became incapacitated and his mother was killed, both by his own hand.
He has been under constant watch by his fellow villagers, them deeming him a monster, however, he never let it get to him after he learned the truth of what happened when he was four. Instead he made a vow to himself to protect the sand village, and never lose control again.
Despite his vow, he still doesn't have complete control over the shukaku, often collapsing from intense migraines if he has expended too much chakra, or becomes exhausted in anyway.
~The Finals~Alias: Kenji
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RP Sample:Golden orbs gazed back up at him from the watery depths, his reflection wavering on the surface of the pond. Suddenly a ripple would tear across his image causing it to vanish, leaving him to stare at nothing but the wavering liquid in the basin. The gale would play with his maroon locks, causing them to dance in front of his golden gaze. Brushing aside the locks with a pale hand, he would stand to his full height of 4'4" and fold his arms across his chest as he analyzed the forest grounds around him.
/My comrades are late. What is holding them up?/ His thoughts would wander as he grasped the sash wrapped around the mid-section of the sandy gourd before attaching it to his back via his burnt orange holster vest.
He would gaze upwards to the sky through the thick foliage of leaves and twigs. The moon was nearing its full phase, a phase in which of time he truly abhorred. It was honestly, a phase of the moon that the young Jinchuuriki wished would just fade away, perhaps then he would feel much more at ease. Even if he would remain this beast's host he just had that feeling he would feel more at ease were the full moon phase to just vanish. Alas, he knew that would never happen unless some almighty force were to somehow destroy the a'cursed pearl white orb that hung in the navy blue sky surrounding by glimmering beacons beckoning from stars eons away.
Oh how he would wish that this thing that caused the beast to stir would just vanish.
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