[color="Silver"]Character Theme – And The Snakes Start To Sing[/color] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGybtBhVZXk
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【Full Name】
[color="Silver"]Shishio Wantanbe[/color]
【Alias】
[color="Silver"]Priest[/color]
【Gender】
[color="Silver"]Male[/color]
【Age】
[color="Silver"]24[/color]
【Sexuality】
[color="Silver"]Straight[/color]
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【Birth Country】
[color="Silver"]Shinreigakure[/color]
【Current Village】
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【Organization】
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【Shinobi Rank】
[color="Silver"]Jonin, S+[/color]
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【Personality】
[color="Silver"]Shishio is nothing short of a kind man. His smile is warm and inviting to the point people have no choice, but to feel a shred of empathy. Shishio has always grown up with a strict set of guidelines derived from his clan and parents. While he is soft spoken and reserved when it comes to communication he makes up for in body language and the way he shifts his eyes along with his lips. Raised on upright morals. Shishio believes everyone deserves respect and equal opportunity. Which some might see as a weakness, but he believes to be a strength. Chivalry and compassion serve as his main source of being. During combat nothing really changes within or about Shishio. While in a situation, dire or not, Shishio takes the upmost priority in keeping his next moves while staying light on his feet. He isn’t a man to be conflicted about whether or not his enemy is weak, strong, or even a child; he doesn’t discriminate. However do not mistake his unbiased perspective as cruelty, for he judges everyone distinctly and cautiously. All together Shishio is a well complied shinobi with unnerving resolution; ninja’s beware. [/color]
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【Chakra Nature(s)】
[color="Silver"]Yin/Yang[/color]
【Other Specialties】
[color="Silver"] Fūinjutsu, Summoning, Staff play[/color]
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【History】
[color="Silver"]I’m sure all of you are tired of reading these histories’, but deal with it. Who am I kidding? None of you bother to read these anyways. Before we look into the man Shishio has become first we have to possess some context on his village and the clan he was born into. The village hidden in spirits cannot be compared to a village for the simple fact that it is so massive. The village hidden in spirits is a sister to the samurai country, Land of Iron. Its size is a directly on par with that or the five nations. However they have disconnected from the rest of the world. No citizen since the presence of the Rikudo Sennin has any knowledge of the world beyond their walls. How does an isolated country thrive with no trade or connection to the outside world? Simple. The country has ubiquitous amounts of natural resources. Enough to last them entries. Not only do they have renewable resources, but they’re surrounded by major oceans, on each of its three sides. It is an undisputed fact that if a nation is surrounded by water, will become self-sustaining and even a global power. With such fertile land what has prevented the invasion of said resources. There are two significant means of defense, one will be explained later, however the first form is that of natural geography.
The land provides a brutal tropical area dense with trees and swamps. The outer rim is treacherous for foreigners for the sole reason of invaders perishing from sinking into the swamp like quicksand. Since the natives are so adept at seals they have developed a system to integrate seals into the environment around them allowing them to sense foreign enigma’s and strengthen the defense of the natural traps. But enough of the country and its land, it’s time for its people. Back during the age of the Sage of Six Paths there had been tablets created much like the one that was only readable by two specific doujutsu. This sister tablet had come into possession of the village during a routine evaluation of the parameters of the village. When the tablet was returned to the village, no one knew of its power their naiveté had led them to believe that it was a simple piece of prehistoric art. And so the tablet was adorned in the middle of the village as the monument of their village. One night while the town was celebrating its annual festival for the spirits of their ascended kin, one man knew of only a portion of the history behind the tablet. Since this tablet didn’t require a special doujutsu, he simply stole the tablet and began the decryption process utilizing a seal from a manuscript regarding the tablet. As the last foreign letter was decrypted the tablet flung back to the pyre it was mounted and before viciously shaking and changing color.
Then silence, everything was still for the next few seconds. The man so foolishly, blinded by greed, shook the tablet angered that he had been deceived. Suddenly an explosion erupted out of the stone sending concussive shockwaves throughout the village and into the sky. With each pulse the sky rippled sending more life into the sky and land. However these weren’t any normal ripples. To the naked eye all anyone would see would be bright colors, unfortunately for them these lights were the emergence of demons. Since the foolish man had came into contact with the stone, his body was tainted with the ability to see the supernatural realm while his hands remained glued to the tablet. The mantle that it had been resting on evolved into a nether portal made of cataclysmic fire. With each swirl of flame bore only a new entity creeping into the world. Demons of all shapes and sizes erupted from the gate clawing at the sides as the gateway became so bolstered with demons; they were killing each other to taste freedom. Ravenous creatures swirled around the foolish man hissing and cackling while the stone infused with his skin until the tablet had been completely absorbed and the veins attached to the sides of his eyes intensified from staring so long into the abyss his eyes were that of a byakugan user.
Now before we go on there needs to be more of a background to the village and its people. The village hidden in spirits is has a fairly dense population for being a sole village. The people who lived in this nation were also taught the way of molding chakra and the use of ninjutsu, genjutsu, taijutsu etc… Yet the village was never really interested in any style of war combat and became attracted to the art of sealing and summons since familiars helped with everyday life. With each generation the sealing techniques had become stronger to the point where they were rivals against any other sealing nation. Not only that, but with the seals came the proficiency for chakra control and conservation and the ability to use seals freely with simple intuition. Why were they named the village hidden in Spirits, well they were a religious people, but do not mistake their adoration for the afterlife with a zealot cult forcing their beliefs down other people’s throats. These people were a humble clan who sought out for each other with the deepest compassion. They strongly believed in the afterlife and the existence of supernatural beings. Their religion allowed them to praise a god and keep contact with relatives that have passed onto the next world. Now of course with any source of good there was also a bad. They did believe in demons, but there wasn’t a specific ruler of said demons, only classes akin to shinobi. These were in Category’s A-D, A being the highest regarded demons and D being lowly mindless sub creatures. A’s were the most dangerous kind with devastating abilities and were humanoid in appearance. Either tainted souls who were unable to detach from their own lives or souls of which forfeited their life selfishly.
Yes the religion was very devout and people prayed every day and before every meal. But the religion seemed to hold truth, how much? Well they wouldn’t become aware of that until that day. With their prestigious religion and their adept affinity with sealing techniques, the ninja in this village seemed comfortable. The land provided for its people with natural resources and the land, and the rest was left to the people. Now of course while they did not support the art of war, there were special groups of high level Shinobi that specialized in offensive sealing jutsu and summons with familiars that were more than house slaves. These ninja were held in high regards in the village and no one ever looked down upon them. Leading this group of skilled ninja was no other than Shishio’s father, Ryuga. He was the definition of a man: Tall, Dark, and Handsome, Accompanied with nerves of steel and compassion for the weak and defenseless. These appealing qualities gained him the affection of all the lively females in the village, but there was one in particular he couldn’t resist. Shishio’s mother, Yomi. Yomi was a beautiful priestess with soft chestnut hair and enticing hazel eyes. Eventually the two would settle down and copulate leaving Yomi pregnant with a few months left before Shishio would be born. The date of delivery was faithfully the day of the Festival of Spirits. Fast forward several months and we arrive at the date of the festival. As you know hell has just been unleashed into the Village of spirits and unannounced to the rest of the village they were living in peace and virtue on the other side of the village.
The portal had closed and now the separation between the human world and the demonic world had fused to become one. The foolish man just stood there limp, no movement, no breathing. One would definitely think of him as dead from absorbing the tablet and the veins in his eyes popping out of his skin. Yet his breath became shallow before it increased in pace, not a few minutes later was his breathing heavy, his body trembling. His body shot straight up and his eyes were no longer white as an egg but shrouded in a swirling red. This man now became subjected to the control of a demon and with this, the demon had achieved category A. Across town the festival became ruined while demons ran rampant amongst the village. Invisible to the town demons simply chased and lunged onto the helpless villagers. Screams were echoed throughout the village while skin and blood covered the streets and the painted fresh coats of paint on the adjacent buildings. Ryuga had been with yomi at the time and was well aware his division needed him and they needed to mobilize fast otherwise many more would become nourishment to their invisible foe. Before he could leave her, she whispered something in his ear he would never forget, ”The demons are here” fear crippled Ryuga’s soul not something anyone could say they have. He knew more than anything to doubt his wife as she was the head priestess of the village and studied more about their religion did half the village. With a kiss goodbye Ryuga fled to the battle scene barking orders at his men whilst devising a brand new set of seal to construct a barrier, show the enemy, and purify the land surrounding them. Yomi was also a shinobi and a proud priestess with the birth of her child driving her to inhuman capabilities.
However these qualities would only attract the toughest of demons and so they did. Invisible to her, demons of B and C category came in drones after the young pregnant priestess. With her knack for demons she was quickly able to devise counter movements against her encroaching predators. Using ink and any other natural power she could find, she used it as a way of uncloaking the beasts. Flour hitting one of the front demons confirmed her suspicion and also propelled the image of demons further than what she had imagined. Attempting to the fight the demons, Yomi had vanquished all but two demons, yet her frail body especially during childbirth was no match for the bloodlust. Cornered and sure to face death Yomi used all her might to ward off the demon. Nevertheless the demon only sustained a minor cut along the top of his hand from finger to finger. Scoffing the demon swung his bloodied hand at Yomi. Blaming herself for the loss of her child Yomi began to feel the sweet embrace of death. That was until Rygua had appeared and grabbed Yomi. His late arrival secured Yomi’s life, but the demon had still side swiped her stomach. The blood from the demon had entered into her blood stream. The foreign bodies began to pump throughout her body: into her organs, into her brain, and finally into the umbilical cord connected to Shishio. While the blood circulated through her body in the instance of her being struck, Ryuga had planted a seal on the face of the demon covered in flour. With a quick handseal the seal erupted and killed not only the demon in front of him but the one behind him. Ryuga worried about his wife rushed her to the nearest medical ninja base. Yomi growing faint asked the condition of the village. Leaving out the hundreds dead Ryuga informed her that the village had now been secured and a massive seal was placed around the barrier of the village serving as an exorcism seal.
The last thing he heard his wife utter before she fell unconscious was a soft laugh. The next few days went to preserving the health of Yomi and Shishio. Ryuga patiently waited through each 24 hour cycle staring at the medical ninja as they operated. After several days Ryuga was allowed inside to his healthy wife and their new born baby boy. Tears were brought to his eyes along with Yomi’s at the birth of their child, however there was one distinction. Their son was born with a doujutsu from an unknown Kekkei Genkai. That’s when Yomi realized the wound she sustained from the demon and the blood he had been dripping entered into her child and infused him with a birth defect or demon blood. Regardless the two raised Shishio as any normal child. Yomi had taught him everything she knew about demons and their religion while his father had taught him through the trainings he received when he was a mere chunin until he was the man he is today. Shishio learned quickly since he received the overwhelming love from his two parents, plus he had demon blood inside him which allowed for him to recover quickly. Luckily for Shishio he would have firsthand experience with demons thanks to his Kekkei Genkai. When Shishio was around the age of 5 he would always point beyond the barrier and cheerfully shriek “Demon” to his mom. At first Yomi had no clue as to why he always shouted demon so excitedly whenever he took him for a walk, but she soon realized the shifting colors in his eyes every time she brought him near. His Kekkei Genkai was reactive with demons, while he wasn’t able to fully control it at age 5, it reactively activated whenever he was in the presence of demons.
While Shishio was busy learning on how to become a Shinobi Exorcist the Foolish man had other plans for the village. While the village was attacked by the demons from the portal and the only protection the village had been itself since they were isolated, there was no warning for the five nations. While the majority of demons orchestrated to attack the village the rest migrated to the north where the five nations were located. Hopefully they would have an easier time than Shishio’s village, but then again how would they know of the presence of demons? Shishio had reached the age of 13 by now and he had grown into a very prestigious boy. He had learned all he could from his mother and father and surprisingly enough their love never faltered for him. They went as so far as to teach him how to master his Kekkei Genkai teaching him vicariously through his experiences. His parents were still young, but not as they once were. They were still enlisted in their respective careers, except his father was no long in duty simply a Commander. The village had all adopted sealing techniques for self-defense and the learning of demons. His parents became key pillars to the community. For his 14th birthday Yomi promised him a very special gift, the most powerful summon. “Byakuei “a summon so power it has the strength to devour any evil spirit. Unknown by Shishio even Ryuga, was the fact that Yomi had been a descendant of a very powerful clan, knows as the Tsuchimiya clan. He was sealed in ancient times and has been passed down to the head of the Tsuchimiya family for generations. A lengthy ritual is required to seal Byakuei inside the recipient, and Byakuei is never completely released, as he would break free of the seal and devour his owner. Yomi being the last recipient had now made it evident that her son was next to heir the beast. Yomi then took Shishio to their house in order to commence the ceremony. While the da shifted to night the ritual was almost complete.
This was the time for the foolish man to enact his plan. Disguised as a normal villager, the foolish man was able to enter the village with the power he obtained that day. Shishio had always been attracted to this man as a kid hence why he called to his mother with nothing but Demon, confused and interested why the boy could see him he never saw him as a threat for he was just a boy who cried wolf. With each passing year he chipped away at the village wide exorcism seal until he was finally able to dismantle the seal at each of its major points, severing its limbs from the body essentially. Next was the barrier that was constructed that was strong enough to incinerate the demons that came into contact with it. It took him several years but he had finally developed enough strength to pulverize the walls. Lastly was the seal that made it possible for his army of demons to be seen. Yet that seal would be broken as soon as the barrier was. On the day of Shishio’s ceremony the foolish man gathered his army of demons and arrived at the front gates of the village. The guards dismissing the army as if they were nothing soon changed their mind when the foolish man pressed his palm to the invisible barrier. While his hand did burn for a few second the walls surrounding them came crashing down. The guards had no chance; devoured the gates of hell were unleashed again. Half the villagers cowered in fear while the rest were tired of demons that they decided to fight alongside the army. Once Ryuga had mobilized his troops he formed a hand seal to activate the exorcism circle. But there was nothing, shock set in before he tried it several more times to no avail. That was their cue to attack with full force. Ryuga quickly realizing that every defense that the village had set up had been destroyed before their coup set him back wondering how he could be so naïve.
While the village was being under attack Yomi and Shishio along with several people were finishing the sealing ritual in which Shishio would possesses the spirit devourer that had been passed down Yomi’s blood line for years. The ultimate tool to end the demonic reign in their village, the bonding of souls was finally complete. Byakuei was finally his. Every injury inflicted on the dragon serpent like creature would be shared with Shishio. With the ritual complete they all exited the catacombs underneath Ryuga’s dojo. Only to be awoken to a bright world being destroyed. Yomi’s face quickly was drained of all its color. Her lip quivered while her hands began to shake. Painful memories of when she was first attack and almost murdered in cold blood by a demon a few years ago sent waves through her body. It was a picture perfect replica of that faithful day. Shishio looked up to his mom wondering why her grip had loosened and dropped Shishio’s own hand. And that’s when he realized she ahd been transfixed on the fire burning ahead of her. Shishio’s soon shared his mom’s vision and his eye’s quickly turned from a dark brown to a plum purple revealing the drones of demons ransacking the village. Knowing this would be the first testament of him fighting demons and using Byakuei put all too much pressure for a normal 15 year old boy to handle. Alas Shishio wasn’t any normal boy. Gulping hard Shishio’s face grew stern before he took off with a body flicker.
The battleground was bloody, yet it was nowhere near the amount of blood that lavished the village during the first festival. The villagers were actually fighting back. They had all been under the command of Ryuga. None of the villagers seemed to relent; it was a true display of how a village had no other option, but to grow in their ever growing world. The villagers that cowered in fear were inflicted by the ravenous aura the other had set. Enriching themselves with the same confidence they took up arms. Shishio smiling inside his head quickly made his way to his father. However his father had already confronted the foolish man. As Shishio arrived onto the scene he was only left with the image of the foolish man ripping off and taking his father’s left hand for himself. The demon’s eyes blazing red stared deep into the soul of Shishio and that is when Shishio was reminded of where he had seen this man before. The boy who cried wolf was now staring into the face of that very wolf. Ryuga catching the glimpse of his son’s presence from his peripherals dampened his soul. His hand gone, his arm filled with gashes, ryuga had no other choice but to retreat. But could his son really take on the demon if he could not? Shishio’s unwavering resolve was given birth in this very moment. His father had seen the flame being born within his son and it washed over him like a comforting blanket numbing out the pain that shot through his arm. Without any form of speech Ryuga knew his son would be fine and exited the scene in order to find medical attention.
The foolish man had spit the pig’s blood out on the floor before wiping his lips with his sleeve. No words were exchanged simply glares and pivotal movements. Within a flash the two were locked in mortal combat only allowing one of them to exit with their lives. Who knows maybe neither one would survive the battle. Shishio young and inexperienced had given the battle all he had, his heart wretched at every clash while his initial crippling fear began to lessen. The foolish man had not judged the boy completely, yet he hadn’t expected for him to fair this well in their bout. What felt like seconds to the two lasted several minutes. A few cuts and bruises were exchanged amongst each party. If Shishio won here he would expel the demon leader and crush enemy morale, there was no way he could lose especially when this monster took his father’s arm. The foolish man had finally worn down the young boy and was ready to end the match. Regaining his footing and returning to his normal breathing cycles he began to initiate the final fight. He bellowed a demonic roar before ripping at his own skin. His nails were quickly painted in crimson red as his nails dug into his skin and left nothing but chunks of meat and skin on the floor. When enough skin was removed the demon within exited the humans body and took on his original form. Over 7 feet in height and massive in size the demon screeched before charging at Shishio as if he were a ram. Keeping calm Shishio stood strong keeping his eyes closed allowing for him to feel the battle field with complete precision. No fear struck his mind when the demon violently erupted and began to charge at him, only confidence.
Fixing one handseal before collision, Shishio summoned the spirit devourer, Byakuei. A large summoning seal appeared glowing behind him as the creature emerged in colossal size. Its fur was whiter than snow while it was obstructed with countless chains to keep it from breaking its seal and devouring Shishio’s soul. The beast roared while its 5 eyes illuminated to match the red tint the demon had. Two sets of eyes on each side of its head and one on top allowed for its domineering presence. Byuakuei aimed its focus onto the charging demon and exploded towards it increasing its length from the summoning circle almost endlessly. Dodging the first strike of the demon it coiled around his body tightly constricting any movement only allowing one arm free in between the links of its body. With one defensive swoop the demon scrapped Byakuei’s skin. A howl escaped the dragon like creatures mouth before it aimed down and devoured the demon. It only took a few more seconds for the summon to devour the demon and leave nothing but ash and blood as replacement. After it devoured the demon it was recalled into Shishio’s soul. Proving victorious, Shishio fell to his bottom feeling defeated in stamina and will before falling unconscious. When he woke he was in the comfort of a medical be with his mother’s warmth sitting at his side. His father in the accompanying bed with his left wrist bandaged heavily. Shishio frowned that he could not save his father earlier, but his father took the burden from his son. Had it not been Shishio the village would have faded to a wasteland of a once reminiscent village.
Eventually after his body returned to homeostasis, Shishio had become the unsung hero of the village being worshipped by everyone in the village. Their adoration was overflowing and he became a household name among everyone. After his collapse the villagers managed to drive back the demons taking some as prisoners and killing others. It seemed their village would be able to return the eternal peace they envisioned when they created the village. Shishio then spent the next few years learning from what he could before he would be met with a taste of the new world. [/color]
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【Weapons/Tools】
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Staff: Shishio’s main weapon he is always seen carrying. The staff itself is unlike any normal staff. It’s a very strong metal comparable to the hardness and durability of a ruby. However the staff has been chakra infused with chakra from his mother and father strengthening the sealing capacity and durability of the staff. While it can be used as if were a normal bo staff, the staff is able to turn into a chain staff allowing for it to Sansetsukon (Three Section Staff) not only can it accomplish that feat, but after removing the top of the staff will appear a sharpened edge used for offensive maneuvers and/or applying seals directly on the victims skin. The rings at the top of the staff can also be used as weapons individually as if they were chakrams.
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Rosary Beads:
Another item Shishio can be seen carrying in his left hand while he is praying. Chakra infused beads these allow for Shishio to bind opponents. The beads have to ways of obtaining constriction. The first method allows for shishio the ability of telepathically controlling his beads and increasing the size significantly. The number of beads in limitless as it will take as many beads as necessary to constrict any target. Once there are enough beads to accommodate the size shishio can then form a fist to bind the opponent with powerful sealing jutsu. The more struggle the victim exemplifies, the more constricted the beads become. With enough chakra expenditure from victim they can break free from the beads destroying them in the process. The other form is by slipping the prayer beads around the victims’ neck as if it were a necklace. Once placed whatever Shishio verbally commands will be executed onto the victim even with resistance. The beads will glow white whenever they register Shishio’s voice. A sound user can easily mimic his voice to override the beads; also Shishio cannot command the victim to directly commit suicide.
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Holy Water
The last religious item Shishio carries around. There is nothing outstanding with this weapon however. As the name implies the flask contains specially infused holy water. However the water can’t be used as an actual weapon unless the victim is in possession of a demon, a curse mark seal, or in bijuu mode. As for its normal fighting purposes, it is strictly supplementary. If Shishio is stuck within a genjutsu or hexed with an enemy seal splashing himself with a small amount of water will cleanse him from his ailment. Of course higher ranking jutsu will require more water. Finally, if Shishio were to have consumed a hazardous material or be injected with a poison drinking the holy water will have the same effect as the previous ability and will also share the consequence of higher ranking poisons etc… Hold 13 ounces. [/color]
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【Kekkei Genkai】
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【Canon Jutsu】
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【Custom Jutsu】
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【Full Name】
[color="Silver"]Shishio Wantanbe[/color]
【Alias】
[color="Silver"]Priest[/color]
【Gender】
[color="Silver"]Male[/color]
【Age】
[color="Silver"]24[/color]
【Sexuality】
[color="Silver"]Straight[/color]
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【Birth Country】
[color="Silver"]Shinreigakure[/color]
【Current Village】
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【Organization】
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【Shinobi Rank】
[color="Silver"]Jonin, S+[/color]
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【Personality】
[color="Silver"]Shishio is nothing short of a kind man. His smile is warm and inviting to the point people have no choice, but to feel a shred of empathy. Shishio has always grown up with a strict set of guidelines derived from his clan and parents. While he is soft spoken and reserved when it comes to communication he makes up for in body language and the way he shifts his eyes along with his lips. Raised on upright morals. Shishio believes everyone deserves respect and equal opportunity. Which some might see as a weakness, but he believes to be a strength. Chivalry and compassion serve as his main source of being. During combat nothing really changes within or about Shishio. While in a situation, dire or not, Shishio takes the upmost priority in keeping his next moves while staying light on his feet. He isn’t a man to be conflicted about whether or not his enemy is weak, strong, or even a child; he doesn’t discriminate. However do not mistake his unbiased perspective as cruelty, for he judges everyone distinctly and cautiously. All together Shishio is a well complied shinobi with unnerving resolution; ninja’s beware. [/color]
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【Chakra Nature(s)】
[color="Silver"]Yin/Yang[/color]
【Other Specialties】
[color="Silver"] Fūinjutsu, Summoning, Staff play[/color]
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【History】
[color="Silver"]I’m sure all of you are tired of reading these histories’, but deal with it. Who am I kidding? None of you bother to read these anyways. Before we look into the man Shishio has become first we have to possess some context on his village and the clan he was born into. The village hidden in spirits cannot be compared to a village for the simple fact that it is so massive. The village hidden in spirits is a sister to the samurai country, Land of Iron. Its size is a directly on par with that or the five nations. However they have disconnected from the rest of the world. No citizen since the presence of the Rikudo Sennin has any knowledge of the world beyond their walls. How does an isolated country thrive with no trade or connection to the outside world? Simple. The country has ubiquitous amounts of natural resources. Enough to last them entries. Not only do they have renewable resources, but they’re surrounded by major oceans, on each of its three sides. It is an undisputed fact that if a nation is surrounded by water, will become self-sustaining and even a global power. With such fertile land what has prevented the invasion of said resources. There are two significant means of defense, one will be explained later, however the first form is that of natural geography.
The land provides a brutal tropical area dense with trees and swamps. The outer rim is treacherous for foreigners for the sole reason of invaders perishing from sinking into the swamp like quicksand. Since the natives are so adept at seals they have developed a system to integrate seals into the environment around them allowing them to sense foreign enigma’s and strengthen the defense of the natural traps. But enough of the country and its land, it’s time for its people. Back during the age of the Sage of Six Paths there had been tablets created much like the one that was only readable by two specific doujutsu. This sister tablet had come into possession of the village during a routine evaluation of the parameters of the village. When the tablet was returned to the village, no one knew of its power their naiveté had led them to believe that it was a simple piece of prehistoric art. And so the tablet was adorned in the middle of the village as the monument of their village. One night while the town was celebrating its annual festival for the spirits of their ascended kin, one man knew of only a portion of the history behind the tablet. Since this tablet didn’t require a special doujutsu, he simply stole the tablet and began the decryption process utilizing a seal from a manuscript regarding the tablet. As the last foreign letter was decrypted the tablet flung back to the pyre it was mounted and before viciously shaking and changing color.
Then silence, everything was still for the next few seconds. The man so foolishly, blinded by greed, shook the tablet angered that he had been deceived. Suddenly an explosion erupted out of the stone sending concussive shockwaves throughout the village and into the sky. With each pulse the sky rippled sending more life into the sky and land. However these weren’t any normal ripples. To the naked eye all anyone would see would be bright colors, unfortunately for them these lights were the emergence of demons. Since the foolish man had came into contact with the stone, his body was tainted with the ability to see the supernatural realm while his hands remained glued to the tablet. The mantle that it had been resting on evolved into a nether portal made of cataclysmic fire. With each swirl of flame bore only a new entity creeping into the world. Demons of all shapes and sizes erupted from the gate clawing at the sides as the gateway became so bolstered with demons; they were killing each other to taste freedom. Ravenous creatures swirled around the foolish man hissing and cackling while the stone infused with his skin until the tablet had been completely absorbed and the veins attached to the sides of his eyes intensified from staring so long into the abyss his eyes were that of a byakugan user.
Now before we go on there needs to be more of a background to the village and its people. The village hidden in spirits is has a fairly dense population for being a sole village. The people who lived in this nation were also taught the way of molding chakra and the use of ninjutsu, genjutsu, taijutsu etc… Yet the village was never really interested in any style of war combat and became attracted to the art of sealing and summons since familiars helped with everyday life. With each generation the sealing techniques had become stronger to the point where they were rivals against any other sealing nation. Not only that, but with the seals came the proficiency for chakra control and conservation and the ability to use seals freely with simple intuition. Why were they named the village hidden in Spirits, well they were a religious people, but do not mistake their adoration for the afterlife with a zealot cult forcing their beliefs down other people’s throats. These people were a humble clan who sought out for each other with the deepest compassion. They strongly believed in the afterlife and the existence of supernatural beings. Their religion allowed them to praise a god and keep contact with relatives that have passed onto the next world. Now of course with any source of good there was also a bad. They did believe in demons, but there wasn’t a specific ruler of said demons, only classes akin to shinobi. These were in Category’s A-D, A being the highest regarded demons and D being lowly mindless sub creatures. A’s were the most dangerous kind with devastating abilities and were humanoid in appearance. Either tainted souls who were unable to detach from their own lives or souls of which forfeited their life selfishly.
Yes the religion was very devout and people prayed every day and before every meal. But the religion seemed to hold truth, how much? Well they wouldn’t become aware of that until that day. With their prestigious religion and their adept affinity with sealing techniques, the ninja in this village seemed comfortable. The land provided for its people with natural resources and the land, and the rest was left to the people. Now of course while they did not support the art of war, there were special groups of high level Shinobi that specialized in offensive sealing jutsu and summons with familiars that were more than house slaves. These ninja were held in high regards in the village and no one ever looked down upon them. Leading this group of skilled ninja was no other than Shishio’s father, Ryuga. He was the definition of a man: Tall, Dark, and Handsome, Accompanied with nerves of steel and compassion for the weak and defenseless. These appealing qualities gained him the affection of all the lively females in the village, but there was one in particular he couldn’t resist. Shishio’s mother, Yomi. Yomi was a beautiful priestess with soft chestnut hair and enticing hazel eyes. Eventually the two would settle down and copulate leaving Yomi pregnant with a few months left before Shishio would be born. The date of delivery was faithfully the day of the Festival of Spirits. Fast forward several months and we arrive at the date of the festival. As you know hell has just been unleashed into the Village of spirits and unannounced to the rest of the village they were living in peace and virtue on the other side of the village.
The portal had closed and now the separation between the human world and the demonic world had fused to become one. The foolish man just stood there limp, no movement, no breathing. One would definitely think of him as dead from absorbing the tablet and the veins in his eyes popping out of his skin. Yet his breath became shallow before it increased in pace, not a few minutes later was his breathing heavy, his body trembling. His body shot straight up and his eyes were no longer white as an egg but shrouded in a swirling red. This man now became subjected to the control of a demon and with this, the demon had achieved category A. Across town the festival became ruined while demons ran rampant amongst the village. Invisible to the town demons simply chased and lunged onto the helpless villagers. Screams were echoed throughout the village while skin and blood covered the streets and the painted fresh coats of paint on the adjacent buildings. Ryuga had been with yomi at the time and was well aware his division needed him and they needed to mobilize fast otherwise many more would become nourishment to their invisible foe. Before he could leave her, she whispered something in his ear he would never forget, ”The demons are here” fear crippled Ryuga’s soul not something anyone could say they have. He knew more than anything to doubt his wife as she was the head priestess of the village and studied more about their religion did half the village. With a kiss goodbye Ryuga fled to the battle scene barking orders at his men whilst devising a brand new set of seal to construct a barrier, show the enemy, and purify the land surrounding them. Yomi was also a shinobi and a proud priestess with the birth of her child driving her to inhuman capabilities.
However these qualities would only attract the toughest of demons and so they did. Invisible to her, demons of B and C category came in drones after the young pregnant priestess. With her knack for demons she was quickly able to devise counter movements against her encroaching predators. Using ink and any other natural power she could find, she used it as a way of uncloaking the beasts. Flour hitting one of the front demons confirmed her suspicion and also propelled the image of demons further than what she had imagined. Attempting to the fight the demons, Yomi had vanquished all but two demons, yet her frail body especially during childbirth was no match for the bloodlust. Cornered and sure to face death Yomi used all her might to ward off the demon. Nevertheless the demon only sustained a minor cut along the top of his hand from finger to finger. Scoffing the demon swung his bloodied hand at Yomi. Blaming herself for the loss of her child Yomi began to feel the sweet embrace of death. That was until Rygua had appeared and grabbed Yomi. His late arrival secured Yomi’s life, but the demon had still side swiped her stomach. The blood from the demon had entered into her blood stream. The foreign bodies began to pump throughout her body: into her organs, into her brain, and finally into the umbilical cord connected to Shishio. While the blood circulated through her body in the instance of her being struck, Ryuga had planted a seal on the face of the demon covered in flour. With a quick handseal the seal erupted and killed not only the demon in front of him but the one behind him. Ryuga worried about his wife rushed her to the nearest medical ninja base. Yomi growing faint asked the condition of the village. Leaving out the hundreds dead Ryuga informed her that the village had now been secured and a massive seal was placed around the barrier of the village serving as an exorcism seal.
The last thing he heard his wife utter before she fell unconscious was a soft laugh. The next few days went to preserving the health of Yomi and Shishio. Ryuga patiently waited through each 24 hour cycle staring at the medical ninja as they operated. After several days Ryuga was allowed inside to his healthy wife and their new born baby boy. Tears were brought to his eyes along with Yomi’s at the birth of their child, however there was one distinction. Their son was born with a doujutsu from an unknown Kekkei Genkai. That’s when Yomi realized the wound she sustained from the demon and the blood he had been dripping entered into her child and infused him with a birth defect or demon blood. Regardless the two raised Shishio as any normal child. Yomi had taught him everything she knew about demons and their religion while his father had taught him through the trainings he received when he was a mere chunin until he was the man he is today. Shishio learned quickly since he received the overwhelming love from his two parents, plus he had demon blood inside him which allowed for him to recover quickly. Luckily for Shishio he would have firsthand experience with demons thanks to his Kekkei Genkai. When Shishio was around the age of 5 he would always point beyond the barrier and cheerfully shriek “Demon” to his mom. At first Yomi had no clue as to why he always shouted demon so excitedly whenever he took him for a walk, but she soon realized the shifting colors in his eyes every time she brought him near. His Kekkei Genkai was reactive with demons, while he wasn’t able to fully control it at age 5, it reactively activated whenever he was in the presence of demons.
While Shishio was busy learning on how to become a Shinobi Exorcist the Foolish man had other plans for the village. While the village was attacked by the demons from the portal and the only protection the village had been itself since they were isolated, there was no warning for the five nations. While the majority of demons orchestrated to attack the village the rest migrated to the north where the five nations were located. Hopefully they would have an easier time than Shishio’s village, but then again how would they know of the presence of demons? Shishio had reached the age of 13 by now and he had grown into a very prestigious boy. He had learned all he could from his mother and father and surprisingly enough their love never faltered for him. They went as so far as to teach him how to master his Kekkei Genkai teaching him vicariously through his experiences. His parents were still young, but not as they once were. They were still enlisted in their respective careers, except his father was no long in duty simply a Commander. The village had all adopted sealing techniques for self-defense and the learning of demons. His parents became key pillars to the community. For his 14th birthday Yomi promised him a very special gift, the most powerful summon. “Byakuei “a summon so power it has the strength to devour any evil spirit. Unknown by Shishio even Ryuga, was the fact that Yomi had been a descendant of a very powerful clan, knows as the Tsuchimiya clan. He was sealed in ancient times and has been passed down to the head of the Tsuchimiya family for generations. A lengthy ritual is required to seal Byakuei inside the recipient, and Byakuei is never completely released, as he would break free of the seal and devour his owner. Yomi being the last recipient had now made it evident that her son was next to heir the beast. Yomi then took Shishio to their house in order to commence the ceremony. While the da shifted to night the ritual was almost complete.
This was the time for the foolish man to enact his plan. Disguised as a normal villager, the foolish man was able to enter the village with the power he obtained that day. Shishio had always been attracted to this man as a kid hence why he called to his mother with nothing but Demon, confused and interested why the boy could see him he never saw him as a threat for he was just a boy who cried wolf. With each passing year he chipped away at the village wide exorcism seal until he was finally able to dismantle the seal at each of its major points, severing its limbs from the body essentially. Next was the barrier that was constructed that was strong enough to incinerate the demons that came into contact with it. It took him several years but he had finally developed enough strength to pulverize the walls. Lastly was the seal that made it possible for his army of demons to be seen. Yet that seal would be broken as soon as the barrier was. On the day of Shishio’s ceremony the foolish man gathered his army of demons and arrived at the front gates of the village. The guards dismissing the army as if they were nothing soon changed their mind when the foolish man pressed his palm to the invisible barrier. While his hand did burn for a few second the walls surrounding them came crashing down. The guards had no chance; devoured the gates of hell were unleashed again. Half the villagers cowered in fear while the rest were tired of demons that they decided to fight alongside the army. Once Ryuga had mobilized his troops he formed a hand seal to activate the exorcism circle. But there was nothing, shock set in before he tried it several more times to no avail. That was their cue to attack with full force. Ryuga quickly realizing that every defense that the village had set up had been destroyed before their coup set him back wondering how he could be so naïve.
While the village was being under attack Yomi and Shishio along with several people were finishing the sealing ritual in which Shishio would possesses the spirit devourer that had been passed down Yomi’s blood line for years. The ultimate tool to end the demonic reign in their village, the bonding of souls was finally complete. Byakuei was finally his. Every injury inflicted on the dragon serpent like creature would be shared with Shishio. With the ritual complete they all exited the catacombs underneath Ryuga’s dojo. Only to be awoken to a bright world being destroyed. Yomi’s face quickly was drained of all its color. Her lip quivered while her hands began to shake. Painful memories of when she was first attack and almost murdered in cold blood by a demon a few years ago sent waves through her body. It was a picture perfect replica of that faithful day. Shishio looked up to his mom wondering why her grip had loosened and dropped Shishio’s own hand. And that’s when he realized she ahd been transfixed on the fire burning ahead of her. Shishio’s soon shared his mom’s vision and his eye’s quickly turned from a dark brown to a plum purple revealing the drones of demons ransacking the village. Knowing this would be the first testament of him fighting demons and using Byakuei put all too much pressure for a normal 15 year old boy to handle. Alas Shishio wasn’t any normal boy. Gulping hard Shishio’s face grew stern before he took off with a body flicker.
The battleground was bloody, yet it was nowhere near the amount of blood that lavished the village during the first festival. The villagers were actually fighting back. They had all been under the command of Ryuga. None of the villagers seemed to relent; it was a true display of how a village had no other option, but to grow in their ever growing world. The villagers that cowered in fear were inflicted by the ravenous aura the other had set. Enriching themselves with the same confidence they took up arms. Shishio smiling inside his head quickly made his way to his father. However his father had already confronted the foolish man. As Shishio arrived onto the scene he was only left with the image of the foolish man ripping off and taking his father’s left hand for himself. The demon’s eyes blazing red stared deep into the soul of Shishio and that is when Shishio was reminded of where he had seen this man before. The boy who cried wolf was now staring into the face of that very wolf. Ryuga catching the glimpse of his son’s presence from his peripherals dampened his soul. His hand gone, his arm filled with gashes, ryuga had no other choice but to retreat. But could his son really take on the demon if he could not? Shishio’s unwavering resolve was given birth in this very moment. His father had seen the flame being born within his son and it washed over him like a comforting blanket numbing out the pain that shot through his arm. Without any form of speech Ryuga knew his son would be fine and exited the scene in order to find medical attention.
The foolish man had spit the pig’s blood out on the floor before wiping his lips with his sleeve. No words were exchanged simply glares and pivotal movements. Within a flash the two were locked in mortal combat only allowing one of them to exit with their lives. Who knows maybe neither one would survive the battle. Shishio young and inexperienced had given the battle all he had, his heart wretched at every clash while his initial crippling fear began to lessen. The foolish man had not judged the boy completely, yet he hadn’t expected for him to fair this well in their bout. What felt like seconds to the two lasted several minutes. A few cuts and bruises were exchanged amongst each party. If Shishio won here he would expel the demon leader and crush enemy morale, there was no way he could lose especially when this monster took his father’s arm. The foolish man had finally worn down the young boy and was ready to end the match. Regaining his footing and returning to his normal breathing cycles he began to initiate the final fight. He bellowed a demonic roar before ripping at his own skin. His nails were quickly painted in crimson red as his nails dug into his skin and left nothing but chunks of meat and skin on the floor. When enough skin was removed the demon within exited the humans body and took on his original form. Over 7 feet in height and massive in size the demon screeched before charging at Shishio as if he were a ram. Keeping calm Shishio stood strong keeping his eyes closed allowing for him to feel the battle field with complete precision. No fear struck his mind when the demon violently erupted and began to charge at him, only confidence.
Fixing one handseal before collision, Shishio summoned the spirit devourer, Byakuei. A large summoning seal appeared glowing behind him as the creature emerged in colossal size. Its fur was whiter than snow while it was obstructed with countless chains to keep it from breaking its seal and devouring Shishio’s soul. The beast roared while its 5 eyes illuminated to match the red tint the demon had. Two sets of eyes on each side of its head and one on top allowed for its domineering presence. Byuakuei aimed its focus onto the charging demon and exploded towards it increasing its length from the summoning circle almost endlessly. Dodging the first strike of the demon it coiled around his body tightly constricting any movement only allowing one arm free in between the links of its body. With one defensive swoop the demon scrapped Byakuei’s skin. A howl escaped the dragon like creatures mouth before it aimed down and devoured the demon. It only took a few more seconds for the summon to devour the demon and leave nothing but ash and blood as replacement. After it devoured the demon it was recalled into Shishio’s soul. Proving victorious, Shishio fell to his bottom feeling defeated in stamina and will before falling unconscious. When he woke he was in the comfort of a medical be with his mother’s warmth sitting at his side. His father in the accompanying bed with his left wrist bandaged heavily. Shishio frowned that he could not save his father earlier, but his father took the burden from his son. Had it not been Shishio the village would have faded to a wasteland of a once reminiscent village.
Eventually after his body returned to homeostasis, Shishio had become the unsung hero of the village being worshipped by everyone in the village. Their adoration was overflowing and he became a household name among everyone. After his collapse the villagers managed to drive back the demons taking some as prisoners and killing others. It seemed their village would be able to return the eternal peace they envisioned when they created the village. Shishio then spent the next few years learning from what he could before he would be met with a taste of the new world. [/color]
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Staff: Shishio’s main weapon he is always seen carrying. The staff itself is unlike any normal staff. It’s a very strong metal comparable to the hardness and durability of a ruby. However the staff has been chakra infused with chakra from his mother and father strengthening the sealing capacity and durability of the staff. While it can be used as if were a normal bo staff, the staff is able to turn into a chain staff allowing for it to Sansetsukon (Three Section Staff) not only can it accomplish that feat, but after removing the top of the staff will appear a sharpened edge used for offensive maneuvers and/or applying seals directly on the victims skin. The rings at the top of the staff can also be used as weapons individually as if they were chakrams.
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Rosary Beads:
Another item Shishio can be seen carrying in his left hand while he is praying. Chakra infused beads these allow for Shishio to bind opponents. The beads have to ways of obtaining constriction. The first method allows for shishio the ability of telepathically controlling his beads and increasing the size significantly. The number of beads in limitless as it will take as many beads as necessary to constrict any target. Once there are enough beads to accommodate the size shishio can then form a fist to bind the opponent with powerful sealing jutsu. The more struggle the victim exemplifies, the more constricted the beads become. With enough chakra expenditure from victim they can break free from the beads destroying them in the process. The other form is by slipping the prayer beads around the victims’ neck as if it were a necklace. Once placed whatever Shishio verbally commands will be executed onto the victim even with resistance. The beads will glow white whenever they register Shishio’s voice. A sound user can easily mimic his voice to override the beads; also Shishio cannot command the victim to directly commit suicide.
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Holy Water
The last religious item Shishio carries around. There is nothing outstanding with this weapon however. As the name implies the flask contains specially infused holy water. However the water can’t be used as an actual weapon unless the victim is in possession of a demon, a curse mark seal, or in bijuu mode. As for its normal fighting purposes, it is strictly supplementary. If Shishio is stuck within a genjutsu or hexed with an enemy seal splashing himself with a small amount of water will cleanse him from his ailment. Of course higher ranking jutsu will require more water. Finally, if Shishio were to have consumed a hazardous material or be injected with a poison drinking the holy water will have the same effect as the previous ability and will also share the consequence of higher ranking poisons etc… Hold 13 ounces. [/color]
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