February 30th (Aka Hypocricy) [Oto Jounin]

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Name: February 30th aka Hypocrisy aka Marcus Saint
Age: Unknown/Estimated at around: 19 (explained in Bio)
Village: Otogakure
Rank: Jounin

Appearance: A rather serious looking character, February, has a knightly feel about him. Often wearing clothing similar to the Knights of the west, he can be seen wearing rather formal dress attire consisted of a rusted red dress shirt with a white front that splits the middle with a black stripe in the center of that that ends in an arrow point. Over that he wears a red vest cloak with a pair of metal pauldrons on his shoulders that extend down to his chest over his heart protecting it. Around his waist is a red and white sash with a black insignia of criss crossing jagged lines running down the center ending in a point, signifying his affiliation as a Red Knight of Rice. The sash is held in place by a metal buckle and comes down the middle of his legs and ends at his knee caps.

For pants he wears a simple pair of dark gray baggy leather interior padded pants for optimal flexibility and protection against small projectiles. His shoes seem metallic in nature at first, like greaves, but instead are steel toed boots, with the steel itself not only covering the toe of the boots, but extending up and around the boots and up the front of the shin all the way to the knee cap providing proper protection against most bladed weaponry. On his hands are a pair of dark gray gloves with a red inlaid square on the back of the hand with the insignia of the knights in the center of the square. Around his wrists are a pair of steel bracers with the insignia of Oto on them.

Underneath all of this is a full body metallic mesh as an extra layer of protection against small projectiles and/or throwing knives. His rather rustic spiky hair is untamed and hangs down in front of his dull similarly colored eyes, often times hiding them from view but not obscuring his own vision. He does not wear a visible headband but does wear visible village insignia’s on his buckle, bracers and pauldrons. He stands about five foot nine and weighs around one hundred and seventy-eight pounds with his gear on.

Personality: Like stated earlier, February is extremely serious, taking his position as a Knight far more seriously than it actually is. He likens himself as something similar to the chivalrous and fantastical knights of the west, often times posturing and embarrassing himself, even if he doesn’t show it, in attempts to show respect and equality to the members of the feminine race. He is often called chauvinistic due to his belief of women not belonging on the field of battle, he is often quoted and will usually back up such claims of having said, that women are fair and dainty creatures, and should not and will not stain their hands nor their innocence with the blood of the wicked. Often times impassive, he is considered overly aloof, seemingly trying too hard to not be phased by anything going on around him, while his physical features will rarely show surprise, fear, anger or any other emotion, it is usually reflected in small doses or when his eyes become notably redder with a black tinge around the sclera signifying  the activation of his killer instinct technique.

When in battle it’s extremely hard to pin what’s going on through February’s mind due to the lack of easy to read facial expressions. Dull eyes hide most of the emotion that would normally shine through, and due to his history most of the body tells that a normal person would have such as a clenching fist/teeth/muscle do not apply to him. Extremely schooled and focused, it is near impossible to throw him off but not entirely as he is still human and still male. February while still a hot blooded male could not be considered a pervert and often comes under the ideal that women should cover up their private assets and looks down on the use of provocative attire for personal and village gain.

He is highly intelligent, and incredibly observant. Even with rather normal ocular senses, he can observe and pick apart weaknesses in a persons form, or tell how they could possibly be thinking just with a piercing glance. His ability to deduce and solve complex problems allows him to handle most traps and stems from one of his shinobi traits of being a fuinjutsu user. He enjoys employing sarcasm, and will use it frequently if he feels the person he is speaking too deserves it, there is no real reason for why he does this at all.


Story: Pre-Academy: Who is February 30th? Why was he given this rather awkward and extremely incorrect name tag to begin with? To understand him as a person, which is rather hard to do since he himself has no idea who he is as a person, you’ll have to understand what is known about him so far. He was apparently left in orphanage by an undocumented mother at an unknown age but was still an infant. He was raised by the matrons of the orphanage until he was around five years old. During the time he spent in the orphanage he experienced a rather normal childhood, was happy, had friends, and seemed like a bright cheery personality to most. He still lacked a name so for the time being he was called Marcus Saint for the sake of adoption papers.

At the age of five he was adopted by a young scientist couple and was taken away from the orphanage, at that point and time the boy seemingly fell of the face of the planet in terms of paper trails. He was neither registered to any small town nor major shinobi village as a citizen and from his own recollections had travelled for most of his life after being adopted due to the family studying the world around him. Apparently during this time of his life, he also too was happy, learning many things from his adoptive family, his father taught him about the world he lived in and came to the understanding that young Marcus had no idea who he was nor why he was in the world they were in. With this understanding, the boys adoptive father was able to impart much knowledge on how to become a man, and many other subjects, much to his mother's dismay as the boy would often jokingly ask his adoptive mother to “make him a sandwich”, which earned his father more than a few chuckles and swats with a roll of research papers.

Some years after he was adopted, his family returned to the organization they worked for and proceeded to use the boy as a test subject, all the while maintaining their seemingly perfect family life even if the boy could vaguely understand that they weren’t really a married couple. While in the organization the boy met with several other children who were also put under for testing and was taught the basics of combat which included but was not limited to, sword edge combat, hand to hand close quarters combat, tactical reconnaissance, strategic warfare and emotion suppression. During the time of his instruction, he slowly grew more detached from his adoptive family, realizing that the other children, like him, were also orphans, adopted by the scientist of the organization for the sake of their tests. Before he was allowed to graduate fully he had to face one last test, he had to survive a single siege mission upon a major military compound with a group of his fellow orphans as his support team.

Before the mission was coined the boy was pulled aside by his ‘mother’ who proceeded to have a rather pleasant conversation with him. According to his own personal recounting, the woman wore the strongest perfume that seemed to cloud his head as they spoke, eventually coming upon the topic of his name. After explaining to her that his name, Marcus Saint, was given to him by the orphanage for the sole sake of identifying him, the woman took a thinking pose. Attempting to figure out a proper name to give him, one that he could cherish as a name given to him by his ‘mother’ the woman grinned before placing a kiss upon his brow and whispering to him softly, “Your new name will be February 30th, for not only is February the most undervalued and underappreciated month, there has never been a February 30th, for at most there are only 29 days in the month during a leap year, making it an illogical and non existent entity, just like you.”

With this new information in his head, he lead the group on their mission, however the mission was doomed to fail considering they were tasked with seizing the village of Otogakure without any further instructions nor support from not only their commanding group or their fellow orphan soldiers. With this in mind, the siege quickly fell into disarray and was subsequently crushed. Laying in a bed of mud, blood and rainwater, February thought that he was going to die in that rice field, but he was left alive due to negligence and was drug home by one of the farmers the next morning.

Genin: Nursed back to health by the kind farmer, the still injured boy worked the fields to pay off his debt, now assumed to be around either eight or nine, the boy quickly earned the favor of the farmers and returned to his rather happy life as he had known it before he was placed under the rather rushed and intense training he had been thrown into months before. But with the skills he had garnered during his time there, the farmers could tell that he didn’t belong and prepared a pack for him before pointing him in the direction of the village explaining to him that his skills would be better served fighting than tilling the lands. Understanding what they were attempting to instill into him, the boy thanked them merrily before embarking on his way to the village.

Arriving silently, he was whisked into the shinobi program immediately after requesting such and was given a crash catch up course due to arriving late. During his time in the school he would often state illogical and often fantastical things in ways that wowed his fellow classmates, but would at the same time scorn his female classmates for attempting to learn the shinobi arts and would often comment that they were attention happy and deserved to work in a kitchen for the rest of their lives. This earned him the moniker of ‘Hypocrisy’ for his intense desire for being at the center of attention yet at the same time shunning those who wished for the same things he had. Graduating the academy in the middle of the pack due to not really applying himself at his utmost finest, he quickly began to pick up shinobi trades that were traditionally shunned, namely weaponry (ala swordplay due to his previous teachings), fuinjutsu, and to a lesser extent ninjutsu (even though it was accepted and abused worldwide).

Getting placed on a team, he accomplished his missions without fail and maintained his training, often times experimenting with his fuinjutsu to see if he could garner different effects as well as his weaponry and swordplay to see if he could further his skill in it. After being observed one day he was approached by a lone soldier, the captain of the Red Knights of Rice, Rō. Offered to join their esteemed peerage upon hitting a proper rank, the boy threw himself into his training, often times forgoing his other studies just to improve himself, realizing that he wouldn’t get better in his other arts if he simply ignored him, so he began to train and study to see if he could find a way that would incorporate them into his fighting style. Finding a way he quickly began to practice with it considering he only had a month until his chuunin exams.

With the exams there, the boy was psyched. If he won, he would get in an esteemed peerage and would learn from the best blade masters in the country, if he lost, well there was always six months from there. Luckily for him the first two tests, a reconnaissance and mock team battle were right up his alley, easily scoring top marks for both. The last test was rather difficult however, being a one on one skill match up which was normal procedure for most exams. Due to the majority of the participants getting marked out, it only left the cream of the crop, and his team had also passed into the stage along with him so he knew it would be a rough ride. Four fights later, he stood in the semi-finals, facing a young genin from Kiri who also wielded a blade. The young woman he faced wore rather revealing clothing, using it to distract and keep him off his game, the boy lost a rather decisive battle that left his pride a little stung, moreover he had still done enough to warrant a promotion to chuunin, and was promptly rushed into the Knights for his training.

Chuunin: His chuunin career was rather long but uneventful, most of it spent training with the Knights and guarding the Daimyo of the country. He went rather unnoticed for quite some time as a member of the illustrious group until a guard mission gone wrong left the esteemed leader with one less limb and the blame resting upon his shoulders. Downtrodden in failing his duty due to his own ineptitude he almost considered committing suicide before he was brought under the wing of a group of monks within the group which helped him school his features and learn the value of patiences and awareness of his surroundings. Using these skills he requested to be returned into service of his leader, and after being tested and whisked through remedial training, proudly stood aside the leader in service to his country.

After four years of service he finally returned home to his village, ready to continue down his own path of the shinobi. Alerted to the fact that the Jounin exams were coming up, he prepared for it in his own way, with rest and relaxation as taught by his fellow monks, unlike last time he would not be embarrassed before his colleagues, he was going to bring home glory at the tip of his sword, or he would be impaled upon it. Taking to the test like a mad man, he stormed through the first and second obstacle, obliterated the third, and quite frankly stomped the fourth. Once again brought back to the final test, a one on one skill assessment. Unlike before it was only him instead of a squad, so he felt a little more assured in his chances this time, and as he guessed breezed through the tournament like a mad man.

Coming upon the final fight, it was almost like a wave of deja vu. Here he stood in a different colosseum but facing the same infernal opponent he had faced years before. Smirk across her rather beautiful face, she drew her sword and taunted him by faulting her body and her words, egging him into making rookie mistakes as she did the first round through, but after seeing him seemingly blink at her as if he weren’t even phased, grew tired of being underestimated before rushing him down. The fight was rather even, both having trained solely in their swordsmanship, however it was February’s knowledge of other areas of the shinobi sect that had him coming out on top by trapping her in a seemingly simple barrier seal that he had drawn using the movement and momentum of the fight. Promoted to Jounin after his performance, the boy seemed to be stuck on a high that could not be stopped.

Jounin: Now a Jounin, the boy turned man continued his service to the village, actually returning to the Knights for two years to fill in for others who had taken a leave of absence, he had planned on returning soon to continue his career and maybe even take his own shinobi team.

Other Information
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Family/Siblings: N/A
Morals: Will not harm unarmed opponents (which basically means tied up people), children with no ill intent, women with no intent, nor civilians of any kind.
Values: Loyalty and Honor, will not hesitate to strike down those who break their own code.
Boundaries: While a Chauvinistic asshole, will not critique or ridicule a woman to the point of reducing her to tears. Will not strike down a clearly defeated opponent. Will not torture anyone ever.
Motto: Forge your own path with your own blade, Those who follow another persons Creed will only lose faith and then lose their way.
Likes: Food, Women, Training
Dislikes: Idiots, Liars, Oath Breakers

Specialty/Skills
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Specialty: Weaponry - Mastery
Ninjutsu - Specialty
Fuinjutsu - Specialty

Skills:
-Jounin/A-rank +10
-Started during first month +2
-Started with no Clan +2

Bloodline and Jutsu information:
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Bloodline: N/A
Starting Element: Fire/Water



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Spoiler:

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February 30th wrote:

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Name: February 30th aka Hypocrisy aka Marcus Saint
Age: Unknown/Estimated at around: 19 (explained in Bio)
Village: Otogakure
Rank: Jounin

Appearance: A rather serious looking character, February, has a knightly feel about him. Often wearing clothing similar to the Knights of the west, he can be seen wearing rather formal dress attire consisted of a rusted red dress shirt with a white front that splits the middle with a black stripe in the center of that that ends in an arrow point. Over that he wears a red vest cloak with a pair of metal pauldrons on his shoulders that extend down to his chest over his heart protecting it. Around his waist is a red and white sash with a black insignia of criss crossing jagged lines running down the center ending in a point, signifying his affiliation as a Red Knight of Rice. The sash is held in place by a metal buckle and comes down the middle of his legs and ends at his knee caps.

For pants he wears a simple pair of dark gray baggy leather interior padded pants for optimal flexibility and protection against small projectiles. His shoes seem metallic in nature at first, like greaves, but instead are steel toed boots, with the steel itself not only covering the toe of the boots, but extending up and around the boots and up the front of the shin all the way to the knee cap providing proper protection against most bladed weaponry. On his hands are a pair of dark gray gloves with a red inlaid square on the back of the hand with the insignia of the knights in the center of the square. Around his wrists are a pair of steel bracers with the insignia of Oto on them.

Underneath all of this is a full body metallic mesh as an extra layer of protection against small projectiles and/or throwing knives. His rather rustic spiky hair is untamed and hangs down in front of his dull similarly colored eyes, often times hiding them from view but not obscuring his own vision. He does not wear a visible headband but does wear visible village insignia’s on his buckle, bracers and pauldrons. He stands about five foot nine and weighs around one hundred and seventy-eight pounds with his gear on.

Personality: Like stated earlier, February is extremely serious, taking his position as a Knight far more seriously than it actually is. He likens himself as something similar to the chivalrous and fantastical knights of the west, often times posturing and embarrassing himself, even if he doesn’t show it, in attempts to show respect and equality to the members of the feminine race. He is often called chauvinistic due to his belief of women not belonging on the field of battle, he is often quoted and will usually back up such claims of having said, that women are fair and dainty creatures, and should not and will not stain their hands nor their innocence with the blood of the wicked. Often times impassive, he is considered overly aloof, seemingly trying too hard to not be phased by anything going on around him, while his physical features will rarely show surprise, fear, anger or any other emotion, it is usually reflected in small doses or when his eyes become notably redder with a black tinge around the sclera signifying  the activation of his killer instinct technique.

When in battle it’s extremely hard to pin what’s going on through February’s mind due to the lack of easy to read facial expressions. Dull eyes hide most of the emotion that would normally shine through, and due to his history most of the body tells that a normal person would have such as a clenching fist/teeth/muscle do not apply to him. Extremely schooled and focused, it is near impossible to throw him off but not entirely as he is still human and still male. February while still a hot blooded male could not be considered a pervert and often comes under the ideal that women should cover up their private assets and looks down on the use of provocative attire for personal and village gain.

He is highly intelligent, and incredibly observant. Even with rather normal ocular senses, he can observe and pick apart weaknesses in a persons form, or tell how they could possibly be thinking just with a piercing glance. His ability to deduce and solve complex problems allows him to handle most traps and stems from one of his shinobi traits of being a fuinjutsu user. He enjoys employing sarcasm, and will use it frequently if he feels the person he is speaking too deserves it, there is no real reason for why he does this at all.


Story: Pre-Academy: Who is February 30th? Why was he given this rather awkward and extremely incorrect name tag to begin with? To understand him as a person, which is rather hard to do since he himself has no idea who he is as a person, you’ll have to understand what is known about him so far. He was apparently left in orphanage by an undocumented mother at an unknown age but was still an infant. He was raised by the matrons of the orphanage until he was around five years old. During the time he spent in the orphanage he experienced a rather normal childhood, was happy, had friends, and seemed like a bright cheery personality to most. He still lacked a name so for the time being he was called Marcus Saint for the sake of adoption papers.

At the age of five he was adopted by a young scientist couple and was taken away from the orphanage, at that point and time the boy seemingly fell of the face of the planet in terms of paper trails. He was neither registered to any small town nor major shinobi village as a citizen and from his own recollections had travelled for most of his life after being adopted due to the family studying the world around him. Apparently during this time of his life, he also too was happy, learning many things from his adoptive family, his father taught him about the world he lived in and came to the understanding that young Marcus had no idea who he was nor why he was in the world they were in. With this understanding, the boys adoptive father was able to impart much knowledge on how to become a man, and many other subjects, much to his mother's dismay as the boy would often jokingly ask his adoptive mother to “make him a sandwich”, which earned his father more than a few chuckles and swats with a roll of research papers.

Some years after he was adopted, his family returned to the organization they worked for and proceeded to use the boy as a test subject, all the while maintaining their seemingly perfect family life even if the boy could vaguely understand that they weren’t really a married couple. While in the organization the boy met with several other children who were also put under for testing and was taught the basics of combat which included but was not limited to, sword edge combat, hand to hand close quarters combat, tactical reconnaissance, strategic warfare and emotion suppression. During the time of his instruction, he slowly grew more detached from his adoptive family, realizing that the other children, like him, were also orphans, adopted by the scientist of the organization for the sake of their tests. Before he was allowed to graduate fully he had to face one last test, he had to survive a single siege mission upon a major military compound with a group of his fellow orphans as his support team.

Before the mission was coined the boy was pulled aside by his ‘mother’ who proceeded to have a rather pleasant conversation with him. According to his own personal recounting, the woman wore the strongest perfume that seemed to cloud his head as they spoke, eventually coming upon the topic of his name. After explaining to her that his name, Marcus Saint, was given to him by the orphanage for the sole sake of identifying him, the woman took a thinking pose. Attempting to figure out a proper name to give him, one that he could cherish as a name given to him by his ‘mother’ the woman grinned before placing a kiss upon his brow and whispering to him softly, “Your new name will be February 30th, for not only is February the most undervalued and underappreciated month, there has never been a February 30th, for at most there are only 29 days in the month during a leap year, making it an illogical and non existent entity, just like you.”

With this new information in his head, he lead the group on their mission, however the mission was doomed to fail considering they were tasked with seizing the village of Otogakure without any further instructions nor support from not only their commanding group or their fellow orphan soldiers. With this in mind, the siege quickly fell into disarray and was subsequently crushed. Laying in a bed of mud, blood and rainwater, February thought that he was going to die in that rice field, but he was left alive due to negligence and was drug home by one of the farmers the next morning.

Genin: Nursed back to health by the kind farmer, the still injured boy worked the fields to pay off his debt, now assumed to be around either eight or nine, the boy quickly earned the favor of the farmers and returned to his rather happy life as he had known it before he was placed under the rather rushed and intense training he had been thrown into months before. But with the skills he had garnered during his time there, the farmers could tell that he didn’t belong and prepared a pack for him before pointing him in the direction of the village explaining to him that his skills would be better served fighting than tilling the lands. Understanding what they were attempting to instill into him, the boy thanked them merrily before embarking on his way to the village.

Arriving silently, he was whisked into the shinobi program immediately after requesting such and was given a crash catch up course due to arriving late. During his time in the school he would often state illogical and often fantastical things in ways that wowed his fellow classmates, but would at the same time scorn his female classmates for attempting to learn the shinobi arts and would often comment that they were attention happy and deserved to work in a kitchen for the rest of their lives. This earned him the moniker of ‘Hypocrisy’ for his intense desire for being at the center of attention yet at the same time shunning those who wished for the same things he had. Graduating the academy in the middle of the pack due to not really applying himself at his utmost finest, he quickly began to pick up shinobi trades that were traditionally shunned, namely weaponry (ala swordplay due to his previous teachings), fuinjutsu, and to a lesser extent ninjutsu (even though it was accepted and abused worldwide).

Getting placed on a team, he accomplished his missions without fail and maintained his training, often times experimenting with his fuinjutsu to see if he could garner different effects as well as his weaponry and swordplay to see if he could further his skill in it. After being observed one day he was approached by a lone soldier, the captain of the Red Knights of Rice, Rō. Offered to join their esteemed peerage upon hitting a proper rank, the boy threw himself into his training, often times forgoing his other studies just to improve himself, realizing that he wouldn’t get better in his other arts if he simply ignored him, so he began to train and study to see if he could find a way that would incorporate them into his fighting style. Finding a way he quickly began to practice with it considering he only had a month until his chuunin exams.

With the exams there, the boy was psyched. If he won, he would get in an esteemed peerage and would learn from the best blade masters in the country, if he lost, well there was always six months from there. Luckily for him the first two tests, a reconnaissance and mock team battle were right up his alley, easily scoring top marks for both. The last test was rather difficult however, being a one on one skill match up which was normal procedure for most exams. Due to the majority of the participants getting marked out, it only left the cream of the crop, and his team had also passed into the stage along with him so he knew it would be a rough ride. Four fights later, he stood in the semi-finals, facing a young genin from Kiri who also wielded a blade. The young woman he faced wore rather revealing clothing, using it to distract and keep him off his game, the boy lost a rather decisive battle that left his pride a little stung, moreover he had still done enough to warrant a promotion to chuunin, and was promptly rushed into the Knights for his training.

Chuunin: His chuunin career was rather long but uneventful, most of it spent training with the Knights and guarding the Daimyo of the country. He went rather unnoticed for quite some time as a member of the illustrious group until a guard mission gone wrong left the esteemed leader with one less limb and the blame resting upon his shoulders. Downtrodden in failing his duty due to his own ineptitude he almost considered committing suicide before he was brought under the wing of a group of monks within the group which helped him school his features and learn the value of patiences and awareness of his surroundings. Using these skills he requested to be returned into service of his leader, and after being tested and whisked through remedial training, proudly stood aside the leader in service to his country.

After four years of service he finally returned home to his village, ready to continue down his own path of the shinobi. Alerted to the fact that the Jounin exams were coming up, he prepared for it in his own way, with rest and relaxation as taught by his fellow monks, unlike last time he would not be embarrassed before his colleagues, he was going to bring home glory at the tip of his sword, or he would be impaled upon it. Taking to the test like a mad man, he stormed through the first and second obstacle, obliterated the third, and quite frankly stomped the fourth. Once again brought back to the final test, a one on one skill assessment. Unlike before it was only him instead of a squad, so he felt a little more assured in his chances this time, and as he guessed breezed through the tournament like a mad man.

Coming upon the final fight, it was almost like a wave of deja vu. Here he stood in a different colosseum but facing the same infernal opponent he had faced years before. Smirk across her rather beautiful face, she drew her sword and taunted him by faulting her body and her words, egging him into making rookie mistakes as she did the first round through, but after seeing him seemingly blink at her as if he weren’t even phased, grew tired of being underestimated before rushing him down. The fight was rather even, both having trained solely in their swordsmanship, however it was February’s knowledge of other areas of the shinobi sect that had him coming out on top by trapping her in a seemingly simple barrier seal that he had drawn using the movement and momentum of the fight. Promoted to Jounin after his performance, the boy seemed to be stuck on a high that could not be stopped.

Jounin: Now a Jounin, the boy turned man continued his service to the village, actually returning to the Knights for two years to fill in for others who had taken a leave of absence, he had planned on returning soon to continue his career and maybe even take his own shinobi team.

Other Information
____________________________________________________________________________________
Family/Siblings: N/A
Morals: Will not harm unarmed opponents (which basically means tied up people), children with no ill intent, women with no intent, nor civilians of any kind.
Values: Loyalty and Honor, will not hesitate to strike down those who break their own code.
Boundaries: While a Chauvinistic asshole, will not critique or ridicule a woman to the point of reducing her to tears. Will not strike down a clearly defeated opponent. Will not torture anyone ever.
Motto: Forge your own path with your own blade, Those who follow another persons Creed will only lose faith and then lose their way.
Likes: Food, Women, Training
Dislikes: Idiots, Liars, Oath Breakers

Specialty/Skills
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Specialty: Weaponry - Mastery
Ninjutsu - Specialty
Fuinjutsu - Specialty

Skills:
-Jounin/A-rank +10
-Started during first month +2
-Started with no Clan +2

Bloodline and Jutsu information:
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Bloodline: N/A
Starting Element: Fire/Water



Roleplay Sample (Optional for genin):

Spoiler:

Approved again cuz height and weight.