*RolePlaying Character Background Thread*

[SeifuSnow]

O_o...
Hmm.
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Name: Human
Age: ???
Class: Ninja
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Created in a small, abandoned old house to the northeast of Amatsu's glorious main city, test subject y-386 was sheltered in a dank and deep basement far from the mind-numbing society leeching away at the planet's life. He was not born by parents of flesh and blood, but instead by a computer, test tubes, and the mind of a genius scientist now residing somewhere in the north of Lighthalzen.
He was left to grow and fend for himself since birth, growing up upon the land outside Amatsu. He traveled to the shrine just west of his home and played there everyday. The monsters that wandered around the land did not bother him; they saw him as one of them. They fed him and cared for him, protecting him.
Eventually, however, a man came from the city to the south of the land -- from Amatsu -- and made his way carefully to the shrine. The man, a powerful shaman, made quick work of the beasts around the shrine with only a phrase and some hand gestures, turning the beasts to ash, and y-386 noticed this. At that moment, he felt his first feeling. He felt rage. He felt a pain so strong, he lost control. The rage came from love of his monster-friends, whom had taken care of him and played with him, and had loved him. He attacked the shaman in a bestial manner, punching and scratching and kicking the man. The shaman spoke a few soft words and the boy stopped, frozen, tears running down his cheeks. The shaman smiled to the boy and wrapped his arms around him, picking him up then carrying him into the shrine.
"What is your name?" the shaman asked in a hushed tone as he poured a small cup of herbal tea for himself and the boy, both sitting in front of the statue of the shrine. The boy said nothing, intrigued by the curious sounds the middle-aged man made. He sat as the shaman sat, his legs crossed before him with an elbow resting on his knee; he was copying almost everything the shaman did. "I see. The silent type." the shaman chuckled as he noticed the boy mouthing the words as he spoke them. "I can see you are human, atleast."
"Hoomen." the boy spoke in a quiet, crackly voice. His eyes widened as he noticed the sound coming from his mouth. It sounded nothing like the quiet gurgles of the Hydra or the roaring of the Kapha, and definitely not the clack-clack of the Karakasa it made as it moved (it was the only sound he had ever heard them make).
"Human, hm. Then that is what I shall call you, all right?" the shaman smiled calmly. The boy returned the smile sprightly.
The boy then lived with the shaman, learning the ways of simple solitude, cleaning and taking care of the shrine.
One day, someone came to visit the shrine. It was a rather stout man, wearing heavily-padded garments and a huge bow-tied rope at his back, keeping his pants up, his shirt closed, and seeming to have more than just that purpose, perhaps being a protective garment. The boy watched from behind the statue as the man handed the shaman a piece of rolled-up parchment, then disappearing into the ground and reappearing outside, beyond the water outside the shrine in a mere second.
"Master, who was that?" Human asked, intrigued as to what kind of person had the ability to simply move through the shadows with such ease.
"That was Cougar Gai, the head shinobi of Amatsu." the shaman replied, looking over the letter intently. "It seems I am needed in Payon. There has been an outbreak of zombies and odd fox-looking creatures the villagers call Ninetails. Ninetails... Hm. Human, it is time I gave you something. It is very precious to me, and I know it will be good for you to have." the shaman spoke as he walked off behind the statue and pressed a small button at the base of the gleaming-golden giant. He reached into a small compartment and pulled a couple things from it, handing them graciously to Human and smiling. "These are for you. I made this mask, killing one thousand Ninetails to help someone in the Payon caves. And this blade," he pointed to the small, straight-edged blade with a red handle and ribbon tied to its end, "Was given to me as I trained in the arts of Ninjutsu; it amplified my magical abilities and helped me to become stronger. Now," he continued speaking as he started walking away from the boy, taking nothing with him but the clothes on his back and a small pouch of water, "I am going to Payon. You need to go to Amatsu, and eventually leave this island. Maybe someday, we will meet up again, Human." The shaman was gone, leaving Human standing there, tears having welled up in the boys eyes, staring dumbly at the ashura and mask.
He reached up, placing the mask to his face, then realizing there were no eye holes, he placed it to the top of his head, tying it behind. With the ashura in hand, he closed his eyes, concentrating, then yelling out a few familiar words he remembered, having been engraved in his mind from his first time of emotion, "Exploding Dragon!" In an instant, a spark formed in the middle of the room, before the golden statue, exploding in a pillar, setting the floor and the ceiling ablaze. Human walked from the shrine, not a smile nor tears shown in his eyes. He now knew what to do: He was going to speak to Cougar Gai. He was going to become a ninja, and he would eventually find the only person he cared about. Then he realized something quite strange -- the shaman, his mentor and who he considered to be his father, never told him his name.

"This... This will be difficult." He walked to Amatsu.

[More to come in the story titled First Shot: Final Strike!]