Name: Yukaito Gerald Hitoki
Race: Death god, Shinigami~
Age: 14 (I understand both ages are the same. I'm a brand spanking new Shinigami)
Visual Age: 14
Gender: Male
Division: The Ninth Division
Personality: Yukaito's a quiet but friendly person. Always their as a friend but is not very talkative. He's not good with speech and can sometimes mess his speech up. But when you get to know Yukaito, he's a kind and generous person. Even after death he holds no grudge against people, He never hates. But something deep inside is slowly building with the anger he keeps bottled shut with a constant smile. Not knowing how he should always react in social positions.
Appearance: I'll Upload an avatar. Should be done soon.
History/Background: Yukaito, Born on 3rd of July. Dark hair, fair skin & emerald eyes. A kind loving teen who was raised by a kind loving family. A dad, A mother and a younger sister. He had his dads hair while his skin and eyes were from his mother, His sister looking almost the exact same if it weren't for her to have her mothers red brown hair.
His grandparents died when he was 10, They lived in Canada. While Yukaito was a happy Aussie. He would usually visit his grandparents every few years. He could only just remember the last visit. Some of the memories were probably mixed up with others giving him a fuzzy vision of the last time he was their. His Grandfather, Gerald Simon Hitoki named Yukaito after a Japanese man he had befriended during a war. Naming Yu after him to pay respects to his death 50 years ago during the war they fought in.
Each time Yukaito spoke with his grandfather Gerald, He would remind him of that fact. Just so that Yukaito's spirit would live on, As from what Gerald had spoken of him. Yukaito realized that he must of been a great man. After his grandparents death, He was left with his Grandfathers pocked watch. The circular kind that would hang from a chain. Yukaito, at first didn't understand why his grandfather had it. It was broken and the hands didn't move. But after reading through some of Geralds war journals. He realized that he had dropped the watch to try and save his fried Yukaito. And when he did the watch broke, Stuck on the time of Yukaito's death.
Yu found this as a great gift and had it on him at all times, Never letting go of the pocket watch, And would constantly look at it when he had the chance. just so he could remember both his hero, and his heroes best friend.
Sadly this watch was the object witch caused his death. While Yukaito was riding his bike, on his way to school. It fell out of his pocket after going over a speed bump, He stopped and turned back to pick it up. Unknown of the danger behind him. He stopepd almost instantly not knowing that a car, going at a fairly good speed didn't see him stop until he had hit.
Yukaito died from head injuries almost instantaneously. And when they found his body the pocket watch had vanished.
Yu was frantically searching his death 's location trying to find the watch, And refused to let his chain to corrode and dissapear. Thus why he had become a shinigami. He gave up searching after a few days, And traveled to the soul socioty soon after.
RP Sample: I'll leave a sample. But I know that their aren't any position open for the Ninth Division...^^"
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The Grounds were saturated with water spray from across the village as the ravishingly extensive Waterfall tumbles in the background. The grass was thick and pure green, flowers stood upright with no sign on illness or imperfection. The tree's were marvelous objects standing tall around the field, with their lushes green leaves. Birds were out in the misty haze flapping their wings clean. The waterfall Village Was amazing, it's life and floral was just astonishing to view.
Yukaito ambled into the area with his equipment loosely flung over his right shoulder, A red line across his left showed he wasn't always carrying it across his right shoulder.
He reached the shelter of a tree and dumped the equipment across the tree's base between two large roots. Yukaito knelt into the muddy surface and rummaged through the bag looking for
3 targets, Kunai and some shuriken.
I think I will do some target practice, I need to work on my projectile aptitude(skilllessness)
He found the first target and tacked it onto the tree above his equipment, Another on a tree behind that and one deep in the tree's mangled branches for a more technical shot. He continued to search through the cloth bag until he found a leather projectile pouch he usually has hooked onto his outfit. He walked a few paces in front of the targets and took out a hand's worth of shuriken as being his favorite. He took a step forward and swung his arm forward, with a flick of his wrist he released the shuriken and guided them into the target. In this moment Yukaito paused and thought,
If I can manipulate the snow why not put a thin layer of ice across the shuriken that would be almost invisible to people from a distance, let alone while it's spinning. Using this I could be more accurate and pull of some fancy shots.
He pulled out only one shuriken this time and froze a thin layer of clear ice across the metal, He stood back and lunged forward letting the icy kunai fly through the mist cutting a trail as it continued it's path forward. It was seconds away from impact when he focused his chakra into the icy layer and swayed his arms to the right, The projectile missed the first target as he swayed his arms back and the Shuriken slammed into the second target positioned behind the first, the impact shattering the ice of the metallic surface in a miniature eruption.
Yukaito walked over to the first target slowly wedging the shuriken out of the cork Target. He placed them back into his pouch so they could be reused in his training. He walked over to the next Shuriken, This was the one he had modified. It was buried further in than the others but the icy remnants the didn't fall off acted like a lubricant helping it just slide out. Yukaito placed this one back into the pouch along with the others and chuckled to himself.
"These Things don't grow on trees. I gotta keep on reusing them."
Yukaito stood back in the same place as I was before, It was marked out by the foot prints were the shoes had sunk into the moist soil. He clicked the button and pulled out a kunai, Using the same icing method he used the misty air to cover the kunai's metallic surface.
Wait, When I quickly read through the dotou scroll I noticed that Snow blade jutsu. Maybe if i feed my chakra into the ice the same way it does in that jutsu I could make a manipulable and super sharp kunai or shuriken.
Yukaito placed the Kunai away and went rummaging through his cloth bag again. He pulled out a long scroll and started reading through it. When he found the right jutsu he placed it across the tree's base and begun practicing. Yuki Yaiba Was the jutsu he was thinking of. He did the seals and a pillar of snow raised beside him. as the misty air froze beneath himself.
He firmly grasped the blades handle and snapped it from the pillar as it crumbled and turned back into water witch soaked into the ground.
He took in the information from making that jutsu and fed it into his mind, he let the blade crumble and packed his object into the box leaving only the targets and his kunai left. He stood up ready
to take another shot at his aiming and icing of the metal projectile
Yukaito Held the Kunai above his head as his chakra slowly flowed from the tip's of his fingers into the icy skin covering the kunai. He took a firm grip as he looked carefully at the most technical targets of the three. He used his eyes to carefully map out the direction he would need to manipulate the kunai to bend in order for it to make a clean swift hit. He spun his leg out to the side and then took a step forward lunging with his body and releasing the kunai with a swift, simple flick of his wrist.
The blade cut through the mist as Yukaito begun to sway his arms. Left, then right, then left again between the branches the kunai would fly. Yukaito kept focus of his chakra controlling the kunai through it's flight. The Kunai made impact on the Targets edge! The sharpened blade sliced through the inch of cork perfectly and clean into the wooden body of the branch behind it.
Yuka Lept into the air clicking his heals in joy as his rose his fist in victory and success.
"Yes! My idea worked. I guess I'm better at this, Projectile Skill Than i originally though! all I needed to do was use my clan's Kekkie Genkai To my advantage."
Yukaito ran to the target and puled it of so he could get the kunai lodged in the tree. He pulled it out and ran to the other two and pulled them down and placed them into the cloth bag along with all his scrolls and other equipment.
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