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Default [Mist] Tanshin Akio

Tanshin Akio

Age: 25
Sex: Male
Height: 5'8"

Country/Village: Kirigakure
Rank: Jounin
Division: Sailor

Physical Description:
Even though Akio is on the shorter end of the spectrum he doesn't look like one to mess with on a whim. His right eye is an emerald green flecked with a light bronze yellow while the other is a dull grey and blind. The fiery red hair is pulled back in a spiked ponytail with a black bandana wrapped around his head. The light cream skin is littered with small raised white scars from combat, one long grisly red mark running diagonal left to right down his chest. Tribal tattoos start at his collarbone on each side, curving up over his shoulders, running down his back and chest. These tattoos are exact replicas of Enjouji's, his deceased sempai, to honor him. With a lean muscle mass and sharp jawline he has a rather dashing smile, the same face that can be stone cold serious during a mission.

Preparation is always a necessity for Akio, thus his ensemble is the same day to day. A crew-neck black sleeveless shirt overlaps black cargo pants, the ends tucked into black nin sandals. A belt around his waist holds his kunai, strings, comm unit, and spider bombs in separated liquid pouches. A black high-collared floor-length trenchcoat overlays the outfit, held closed by multiple strapped buckles and with the Tanshin emblem embroidered on the back in white. On assignment he wears an exact copy of the trenchcoat save for the absence of the clan symbol. Full black gloves and slightly-tinted sunglasses are the only items he reserves just for missions. He nevers wears a headband, nor the Mist symbol anywhere.

No Tanshin can ever be explained simply, especially one who's been around as long as Akio. When at home on the clan compound he can often be found painting, usually a fusion of surrealism, and landscape on large canvases. When he feels more social he usually helps the children with practice, making a very patient and understanding teacher. He even has a goofy side to him, breaking out into dance at random times if music can be heard. The artistic side of him can be fun to be around, always slipping in a joke when he can. Its an escape from the stress of being what he was raised and trained to be.

Just like a typical Tanshin the primary objective is always the only priority in the field, above preserving his own life. Akio has been known to press himself beyond his limits, not letting emotion or fatigue get in the way. More than once he has left comrades behind to complete the objective, though he always returns when the job is done. There is nothing he wouldn't do for the sake of a mission. If it meant selling out a partner and leaving him to die, he would. Absolutely nothing stands in the way of completing a mission. This hardcore, cold blooded assassin does have a quirk though. When there is a life to be taken, he has an odd habit of asking forgiveness in a silent prayer before doing so.

Nindo; "Way of the Ninja": "Some that live deserve death. Some that die deserve life."

Clan/Bloodline:Tanshin Clan

Primary Archetype:
Tanshin Clan Specialist
Primary: Chakra or Physical
Secondary: Optional
Tertiary: Optional
Stat Bonus: +2 Control, +1 Speed
Stat Flaw: -1 Strength, -1 Stamina, -1 Willpower



Physical - Primary

Strength: 1 - 1(TC) + 16 = 16 (+8 Father)
Speed: 1 + 1(TC) + 28 = 30 (+25 Father)
Stamina: 1 - 1(TC) + 16 = 16 (+8 Father)

Mental - Tertiary

Intelligence: 1 + 13 = 14
Tactics: 1 + 14 = 15
Willpower: 1 - 1(TC) + 13 = 13

Chakra - Secondary

Power: 1 + 16 = 17
Control: 1 + 2(TC) + 16 = 19
Reserves: 1 + 18 = 19


Jutsus and Techniques:

Otousan no Namae ni (In the name of the Father)
[1] Stage One (6 Speed, 2 Strength)
[2] Stage Two (9 Speed, 5 Strength, 6 Control)
[3] Stage Three (13 Speed, 7 Strength, 8 Control)
[4] Stage Four (22 Speed, 12 Strength, 9 Stamina, 14 Control)
[5] Stage Five (30 Speed, 15 Strength, 11 Stamina, 16 Control)
Accumulated Bonuses: +25 Speed, +8 Strength, +8 Stamina

For King and Country: Tanshin Ninjutsu
Stage One
[6] Teachings of the Tanshin Lesson I: Wilderness Survival (Control 2, Intelligence 2)
[7] Water Marks: Sealing Tattoos (Reserves 3, Tactics 2)
[AP] Leaf in a Stream (Tactics 3, Power 3)
Stage Two
[8] Teachings of the Tanshin Lesson II: Wilderness Communication (Control 5, Reserves 4, Power 4)
Stage Three
[9] Teachings of the Tanshin Lesson III: Hunting and Tracking (Control 8, Reserves 8, Power 6)
[Free] Liquid Sheathes (Tactics 8, Intelligence 6, Willpower 8)
[10] Lone Figure in the Mist (Tactics 9, Intelligence 9, Reserves 7)
Stage Four
[11] Teachings of the Tanshin Lesson IV: Stealth Maneuvering (Control 12, Reserves 11, Power 10, Tactics 12)
Stage Five
[12] Teachings of the Tanshin Lesson V: Keeper of Secrets (Control 17, Reserves 16, Power 16, Tactics 15)

Global Ninjutsu
Stage One
[13] Kawarimi No Jutsu (Body Switch Technique) (Intelligence 3, Reserves 3)
Stage Two
[14] Kinobori no Jutsu (Tree Walking Technique)/Kabenobori no Jutsu (Wall Walking Technique) (Power 6, Control 6, Intelligence 4)
Stage Three
[15] Suimen Hokou no Gyou (The Art of Water Walking) (Power 10, Control 10, Willpower 8)

Mist Ninjutsu
Stage One
[16] Mizu Kagami no Jutsu (Water Mirror Technique) (Control 3, Intelligence 2)
Stage Two
[17] Mizutamari no Jutsu (Water Puddle Technique) (Intelligence 5, Tactics 4, Willpower 4)
Stage Three
[18] Mizutamari Yusuo no Jutsu (Water Puddle Transportation) (Intelligence 8, Tactics 6, Willpower 8)
Stage Four
[AP] Kirigakure Shunshin no Jutsu (Hidden Mist Instantaneous Body Skill) (Intelligence 12, Tactics 11, Willpower 10, Power 12)
[AP] Suimenka no Kisoku (Breathing underwater Technique) (Intelligence 14, Tactics 13, Willpower 11, Control 10)

Tanshin Clan Knives: Raging Torrents [10]
Little Friends [6]
Kunai [2]
Strings [1]
Comm Unit [1]

Weapon Points Remaining: 0


Its not hard to say where I came from, I am a Tanshin after all. I had been found by another in a small fishing village not too far from Kirigakure, had never even heard of nin until that man came along. Didn't know how to read or write at all, hardly spoke a lick of decipherable communication. Could say I was half-feral by all accounts.

Life was simple, hard, but simple. From dawn to dusk my whole focus was finding my next meal, finding a safe place to sleep. I can't remember my parents, no faces or voices, nothing. Quite honestly I wonder if I even had parents at one point, of course they're out there, but I still wonder. I mean come on, I didn't even know what its like to a hug a mother or walk along side a father. Friends joke that I just came to be at one point at eight years old.

The man, Tanshin Enjouji, had found me waist deep in a refuse pile searching for some kind of morsel to eat. At first I had actually tried to harm him since my defenses were higher than a monsoon flood. It was amazing to me how he could counter everthing I tried, punches, kicks, and even biting. Couldn't get a mark on him before he put me in a headlock with one arm. I was furious, no one had ever managed to do that before. I didn't settle down until he held out a hand with an apple. A big juicy ripe red apple. I remember I was so caught offguard, surprised really, that the very person I tried to harm was giving me food. It didn't take much for me to follow him after that since he had food, all the way to the boat.

It was fascinating that the little vessel could move without any oars and stayed afloat no matter how big the waves were. It was the dead of night too, not a single star in the sky. Enjouji just stood there, completely still. I didn't know it at the time but he was controlling it using chakra. He taught me how to do the same thing later on. Hours seemed to have gone by, I haven't a clue how long it actually took, its always been a one way trip. In fact, I don't think I can recall where that little town even was. In any case, it was just a few hours before dawn when we finally made it to the island.

The forests were the thickest I had ever seen, anyone could get easily lost if they didn't know how to get to the compound. It was enchanting and frightening at the same time. There were so many firsts happening all at once, it was overwhelming. When we finally arrived a hot bath was drawn up, I had never had one of those before. After washing up and given a simple shirt and pair of shorts to wear I was treated to my first hot breakfast too. I barely made it to the bed that was prepared, falling asleep. A full belly had easily taken down the defenses that would have kept me awake. I didn't wake up until the next day in the middle of the morning.

From there is when my new life began. Enjouji worked with me on learning how to speak properly, along with how to read and write. There was also learning taijutsu and chakra control. I hadn't a clue that I had all that potential locked up inside of me. Due to the way I grew up the first years of my life I already had a head for survival and thinking outside of the box. Danger and risk were nothing, neither was pain. They were daily occurences before so it didn't bother me at all. It wasn't long until I could talk just like everyone else, read anything that was put in front of me, and write whatever I had on my mind. Those weren't the only things I was excelling at either. The taijutsu, In the Name of the Father as its called, seemed to fit me like a glove. Chakra seemed to meld into any form I wished. Who knew a half-feral orphan had such potential? Obviously the Tanshin since the whole island was mostly orphans.

It wasn't long until I realized just what I had been inducted into. Not only had I been brought into an enormous family where everyone was either a brother, sister, aunt, or uncle, I had also been brought into a lifestyle that fine tuned the flawless. Many of these people that had taken me in were some sort of artist but that was only during the downtime. In actuality they were the very definition of perfection, the elite of the elite. Training was rough, even for new arrivals for me. Long distances were run, exercises of stealth lasted for hours, and we were always pushed to think about of the box and two steps ahead. It didn't end there though. We were given impossible situations with very little to work with, forced to figure out our own way to solve the problems. It was grueling, exhausting, and it never ended. I appreciate it now though, because it made me the highly sharpened tool I am now.

When I was twelve it seemed I had to fight for my rank of genin. Enjouji had pressed upon me through all those years that the objective came first, no matter what. It came before my own life and others' lives. The knives he had helped me forge, the Raging Torrents, were especially handy. I had only been told to overpower my opponent, to beat him until he was no longer a threat. Unfortunately for him I had taken it rather literally and he was actually a she. Yet, I had been taught not to see differences in skin color, age, or gender. A target was a target. I can recall exactly how that fight went down, the final blows were what set me above her. One of my knives had pierced her foot, holding her in one place. I used my left arm to snake around her right, wrenching up to dislocate her shoulder. My right hand came around, calling my other knife to it in a puff of smoke. The blade sunk into the center of her chest. I was given a Mist headband the same time she was carried off in a rush by medical nin.

A week later I was assigned to a genin team with a rather reserved sensei. It was a shock to me how stoic and emotionless a person could be all the time. Back on the island almost everyone wore eccentric clothing, had tattoos and piercings, yet acted the same as him on missions. But the man I was put into the care of was as clean cut and square as they came. Sai, as he was named, didn't seem all too eager to be babysitting the three of us anyways. Genin were always assigned the lowest of the low missions such as patrols, helping the locals, and menial messenger jobs. Of course, that's not to say Water Country was peaceful. There was always something going on, either pirates or some kind of violence, we never saw any of it though.

Those years seem so simple when I look back on them, but at the time it seemed so hard. Sai didn't make it any easier. If we didn't give spectacular performances he'd give us hell by training us harder. It could have been called abuse if we knew any better, then again maybe he was just a tough sensei. We never outright failed a mission. Patrols took longer on certain days but that would be due to his training regiments, we were tuckered out. Plus at night when I was home I was doing my own training schedule that Enjouji had insisted upon. We learned real fast to treat civilians better than each other, otherwise Sai would knock our heads together, literally.

Of course we got better. We may have had a strict and stern teacher but I have no doubt I wouldn't be the nin I was today without him. The more assignments we did the less harsh he became. None of us were ever late, never let our emotions get in the way, and never complained. Even if we were knee deep in fish guts helping a fisherman repair his ship with our bare hands we never spoke out against it. Sai had taught us that even the smallest person is an important cog in the machine that was Water Country which helped Kirigakure exist. Genin like us may have been the bottom rungs of the ladder, but everyone started where we were. This insight helped us have a higher success rate than we expected out of ourselves.

In time we were given more patrols than anything else. The mundane chores were handed down to younger genin teams. The areas we covered were becoming increasingly larger, farther from the safety of the village. It wasn't long until we found ourselves on the actual ships. It was then that we started to see some real action. On several occassions we simply gave a helping hand to a merchant vessel or a fishing boat. There were a few times though that we got our fill of pirates. Everything we had been trained for, combat wise, finally came out. We seemed to work seamlessly together. Granted, each of us got our fair share of injuries but it only made us work harder to get better.

By the time I was sixteen we weren't a team anymore. We were a force to be reckoned with. One particular evening a pirate ship had mistaken our naval vessel for a civilian's. They had come up on our starboard side, readying to moor us together. When they started to come aboard they finally realized the trouble they had gotten themselves into. Sai sent us in first and we jumped at the chance to turn the tide. Within the first few seconds we were in the midst of a slaughter but little did we know that the moorings had been severed. Not knowing we were now in the fight alone we charged on. Swords were drawn, blood was spilt. It was quite honestly one of the best nights of my life.

It was also the same night I went blind in my left eye. A keg of cannon powder had lit, bursting and sending shrapnel everywhere. A sliver of metal sliced into the side of my face, shredding the nerve. I lost sight immediately but I didn't stop. The mission came first, before my own injuries. In the end the entire crew had been killed, the captain subdued to face his crimes in court. It was quite the success. The ship was sunk and we returned back to ours. Medical nin tried to recover my vision but the best they could do was get it connected together again to only move in sync with my other, the iris having turned grey from lack of air. The next day we were promoted to chuunin for our efforts and it felt great.

From there I learned how to live and work with one functioning eye. It was difficult at first, having opted to work as an Academy instructor until I fully recovered. Teaching was a skill I didn't know I had though, and I loved it. At first I only taught the basics in the dojo, handling weapons like kunai and shuriken was easy enough. As time went by I moved up the ladder, getting a classroom and outlining a full lesson plan. Funnily enough I drove the students like Sai had driven me. I was no where near as harsh and stern, but I definitely wasn't going to let any of them slack. They were there to learn, and they were going to one way or another.

Stealth was the name of the game for all Tanshin and since I was exceptional at it it only made sense for me to pass it on. While there were students who preferred just right outright combat I couldn't help but understand that. There was always a need for nin of different types. Those that seemed to have a knack for it got special attention and those that didn't were only taught the simple factors. Of course other instructors didn't agree with my way of splitting the class into those sections but I found it helped alot. The ones that weren't interested at first grew to want to learn the basics. The rest that naturally had it were honed more. For several years I stayed at the post despite having fully mastered using only one eye. Quite simply, I enjoyed it.

Then the Hima blaze in Lightning Country broke out. Since I was between teaching sessions at the time I was sent into the field. After just a couple of days I realized how used to the safety of Kirigakure I had become, and how much I had missed being on assignment. When I returned I gave up my teaching position and started taking regular missions. It was like being a genin again but with no overbearing sensei and much more danger. There were days when I bothered the desks clerks for anything, no matter what it was. My eagerness attracted the attention of the higher authorities and they had plenty for me to do.

It didn't take long for me to specialize in one thing, high seas assassination. It should have been a given due to my background. Many assume that they're safe on a ship with no others in sight for miles upon miles. Vessels can't sail without some kind light on board thus anyone could be spotted. But not me, not the Tanshin who could move a tiny boat through chakra alone. No one was ever out of reach no matter the tides, the weather, or the amount of hired muscle.

While there weren't many specific lives that had to be taken other qualities were taken notice of by the right authorities. The skills to survive in the field for months at a time with very little supplies, the patience to hold out for the right information, the knack to know exactly when to strike. It was all essential for the right person to have, and I was man to do a job no one else would touch.

The Seagull war erupted soon after that and it was a short uprising to say the least. Many nights were spent behind enemy lines, gathering intel. I would go weeks at a time without having returned home, not even to Kirigakure, but I didn't care. The mission came first before everything else. I had actually changed too during that time. The individualism I had showed before like any Tanshin was shed and I took up my old sensei's type of apparel. I didn't even wear the Mist headband or clan symbol at all. Walking through small villages like any other hired muscle was the easiest. I even took up smoking which I haven't been able to kick since.

When all was said and done I was pulled from the field and found out I was promoted to jounin for my efforts. It seemed that the intelligence I was able to send back had been vital to the survival of many shinobi who were part of the attacks. Not once had I provided misinformation and I whole-heartedly support the new Mizukage. She had earned it like I had earned my promotion, through hard work and spilt blood. While I had indirectly saved some lives there was one I hadn't expected to lose. Enjouji had been part of the coordinated attacks and had fallen to the hands of the enemy. His body was lost to the depths of the ocean.

I could only spend a day mourning in the home Enjouji had brought me to so long ago, where he has raised me as a brother. The memories, the personal traditions, all of it was thought of at the same time. Even though I was a grown man at twenty four years of age I laid in his bed, face in his pillow, just wanting to smell him again. Enjouiji always had the scent of aged leather since he had the hobby of leathermaking for belts and jewelry. A few hours were spent just sobbing, trying to deal with his death. Its then that I realized how much pain I may have caused with the assassinations I had done. The men and women I had slain were someone's son or daughter, somone's brother or sister, someone's husband or wife, someone's father or mother. It was then that I vowed to ask for forgiveness when I killed again. There was no possible way to stop doing my duty for the village or my clan, all I could simply do was ask. In fact, just the very next day I was sent out on assignment for a few weeks. There was no room to mourn then, I had to just suck it up and move on. It didn't feel right to only give him a day but there was nothing I could do other than flick the switch and do my job.

A hiatus was taken for a few days when I got back, mostly forced since I was once again constantly asking for assignments. Someone had decided I had done enough for a while. The rest only gave me more time to grieve yet I couldn't shed any more tears, I was exhausted. I managed to stay in the house I grew up in and took in a few new arrivals to the island. They knew nothing of Enjouji yet the home he left behind was perfect for the kids. There were two boys and two girls that took up two different rooms, I moved into the third where my sempai had slept. I know its not exactly ideal for children to grow up in a one authoritative figure home but it was better than what they had come from. It wasn't long until I saw them as my own, little gifts that fate had given. It also didn't take long for them to start calling me sempai which absolutely tickles me. That was the uplift I needed, the new stage in life to move on.

No sooner did I get comfy with it all I was given a new mission list. It seems everything went downhill for everyone after that. The campaign to off the heads of the crime families ultimately failed. Tried as I might it still fell apart in the end. I had never lost a mission before, I was so disappointed with myself. But when I got home those four smiling faces and their warm hugs seemed to make it all better. The Water Lord passed on and the former Mizukage that been unsurped took on the title which doesn't sit right with me at all. Not long after were the new Seven Swordsmen named. It may be just me but I got a bad feeling about it all. The two head authorities seem to be butting heads more than ever, especially with this new curfew.

I expect a full blown war to erupt again. Its like these islands can never get a rest. No matter what I'm assigned, no matter where I'm sent, I know my duty comes first. The Tanshin gave me a home, Kirigakure gave me a job. I owe it all to them and I will gladly lay down my life any second of any day.

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