Shiraku, Shinku.

The Crimson Raven · Shiraku, Shinku.

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Name: Shiraku Shinku

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Height: 1.7m

Weight: 71Kg

Appearance: Shinku wears black, long baggy pants that stop half way down his shin with a red line going down the seam on the sides of the legs. A blood red sash around his waist has its ends trail behind him as he walks like the tails of a coat. His wears a white high collar shirt that hides that bottom half of his face. His long sleeves seem to cover up to over half his hands, yet they are baggy and flow lightly about him. Usually when he walks he keeps his hands in the front pocket of his shirt, the openings at the sides like any hoodie would have. He has black gloves that go up to the first knuckle and his fore head protector is wrapped tightly around his right hand.

Race: White
Hair: Mid length, grey hair, very messy with two long, blood red bangs that stick out and droop down like the antenna of a moth.
Eyes: Yellow
Body: medium. Slim but not thin.
Ethnicity: Otogakure, Sound Country (Originally) Now Suna

Level/Rank:

Jounin, Missing-Nin A rank.

Village: None

Bloodline: Shiraku

Main/Favored Weapon: Throwing blades and bone claws

Element: Earth

Fighting Type/Style: Taijutsu, Ninjutsu

Strengths: Insanity makes for a strange opponent . Due to the nature of his training and jutsu, Shinku has a heightened sense of awareness. This allows him to “see through” most Genjutsu that others are crippled by. With his consciousness expanded thanks to the Red Beast, he is able to shrug off many Genjutsu. Contrary to his appearance, he has an overwhelming strength. While not as powerful as some, it is still a surprise to any opponent. His bloodline provides limitless and powerful weapons that others have no idea about.

Weaknesses: Insanity makes for a strange opponent. For someone with a strong enough will power and constitution; Shinku isn't that much of a scary guy. His jutsu, while morbid and macabre, are not as invulnerable as they seem. He is socially an outcast with most people. His misanthropy is something of an oddity in almost every circle. It takes a special kind of person to want to be around someone that likes dead things too. Although possessed of a feral instinct and quick minded; careful planning and intricate traps can lay the seeds of destruction for this Shinobi.

Jutsus:

1: Red Beast style

2: Malice Ball

3: Blood Blizzard

4: Flesh Breaker

5: Life bleeder Serpents

6: Doton: Dochu Eigyo no Jutsu

7: Doton: Shinjuu Zanshu no Jutsu

8: Corpse Summoning

9: Dance of the Witch's Forest

10: Bleak Awakening

11: Flesh hook puppet strings

12: All the King’s People

13: Bad Blood

14: Wire in the Blood

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Background: Shinku is one of only a few people to know and be born to the Shiraku bloodline. They were a kind of cross breed between the Kaguya and another group whom dealt with blood and rot. This other, unknown group, seemed to use flesh and death like Garaa would use sand. A truly nightmarish group who where eventually hunted down because they were addicted to killing; no not just killing; they were addicted to that instant of death at which one is neither dead nor alive. When their opponent is filled with nothing but fear. So much did they kill that they. Like the Kaguya were hunted and killed down the last one.

However a brunch family, a cross breed between the two was created but 5 generations before the destruction of the two host families. It was this new family that assumed the name of Shiraku in order to save itself the persecution of its founding families. The Shiraku found themselves useful to many in terms of mercenary work but eventually found a home base in the Hidden Village of Sound under the Kage, Orochimaru. They were however for the most part not too happy with having to take orders from someone outside their family. But they were content to do so as they now had a place to call home for once. The Shiraku family, especially some of the younger set, reminded Orochimaru of an old servant of his, Kimimaro. This servant had proven to be most powerful and useful to him and it was to be the same with the members of the Shiraku family.

Over time, however, a family fund had emerged between two factions within the family. The violence and hatred ran deeper and deeper until it could not be contained and there was all out war between the two. Unfortunately the two factions all but wiped each other out. One side developed a disease type Jutsu amid at killing off the other side; this back fired and killed them as well. Only a handful of younger Shiraku members were found to be immune to the virus Jutsu and present day it seems only one member, Shinku, actively participates in ninja work. However such observations can be wrong.

After participating and graduating from the Genin exams Shinku deicide to escape from the world until he was sure of what his bloodlines true nature was. During the exams his bones started to convulse and grow on their own, causing him tremendous amounts of pain during the first half of the exams. However with his forehead protector won, he went to train along the borders of the Country of Wind and the Country of Fire; a desolate point where the desert sands are mixed with the lush grass plains and outskirts of forests. In his time there he learned both arena of combat; what you could and could not do upon the sands, what was best for when engaging in the tree tops and much else.

Unbeknownst to his superiors, Shinku had traveled through the Fire Country and deep into Sound territory. He heard a rumor in a small rest stop of a blood covered ghost house that devours all who trespass in its walls. This sparked his interest as it was known to him as one of the forgotten Jutsu of the Shiraku. He found it with little difficulty because it was his family’s old clan house, before the fund between the two factions within the family broke out. Now the dark wood floor broads and tiled roof of ancient stones: all turned and torn the roots of overgrown trees and deeply stained with the scent and sight of blood. Nothing escapes its touch. Something happened here that marked the land with red for years to come.

It was here that Shinku learned three things: He could not only smell what blood belongs to whom, but with a taste of it he could see the very memories of the blood and of the person it belongs to. He could map out an entire linage of your family with but a drop. So much so is his sensitivity to the crimson liquid, one person is a distinguishable to him as different wines to a connoisseur. The second thing he learnt was of his favored Red Beast Style Jutsu and of the different levels of release it had: The 5 Helix. It was not a power struggle that had torn his family apart, but those driven to use the Jutsu recklessly; those who became flesh consuming ghouls who live to feed off the fallen bodies of others. This cannibal sect went against the moral codes of the Shiraku, and all out war was waged to put an end to them before they brought disaster to the world. It was for this reason that his family lay now in ruin and dust.

Upon returning and gaining Chuuninship, Shinku had been experimenting with his Bloodline with more interesting attributes, exploring the Red Beast Style and its Helix levels. He even begun to develop Jutsu of his own and, after taking in the blood memories of the fallen Shiraku at the Clan house, he unlocked the Jutsu forgotten to the world. However there was little he could do while in Suna and, with the permission of the Kazekage, he journeyed back to his abandoned clan house, hoping to find something he missed in earlier times. For 3 years Shinku was gone without a trace and it seemed he would not return, possibly deflecting again as he had from Oto for Suna so many years ago.

Then one dreary day, sand thick in the air, a Shiraku took to the desert streets of Suna once more; this time with a secret. What had happened during those 3 years are a mystery to all but Shinku, but he seems to hind his arms and upper body now; wearing a long sleeve high collar shirt and guarding him well from the sight of others. No one has seen him beyond that high collar, and it seems he now actively avoids people seeing his face, below his eye line, even more then before. After a time he gained the title of Jounin and the Jutsu to prove it. He now works to find others of his kind, both Shiraku and their distant cousins, the Kaguya. Though however single minded he seems in his personal question, he seems not to let it interfere with his other duties. Or at least it seems so.

After the last attack by Oto on Konoha, Shinku’s nature began to act erratically. He starts speaking in the second person again and acting overly violent…well more violent then usual. When it was time to go back home he darted off into the forests not to be heard from since. In that time he was called back for the third time to his clan house; now nothing more then a pile of rotting wood and iron, still stained in the blood of his family. But this time, it was not for training. He had begun to hear voices. See things. Things that just could not be so. The true history of the Shiraku, how they came to be, was shown to him by something other then human. By tasting the dried blood long ago, he not only unlocked the forgotten secrets of the Shiraku hidden within his cellular make up; he released from a type of imprisonment the Red Beast; an entity that was made up of the collective consciousness of the feralist division of his family all those years ago.

Thing being now took control of Shinku; his mind was it’s play ground; and for someone already so unstable, it was easy to give in. Now the Red Beast calls itself by the name of it’s family, Shiraku. It lives for the purpose of feeding; undoubtedly to give it more material to control in battle. Why it does this is unknown, as are its current whereabouts, though Hunter-nin have reported sightings in the Country of Rice Fields.

Sample Post:

Not so far from the activities of the others, a strong and proud creature darted through his forest. A stag, great and tall; he knew there were no other males as strong as he for miles. The bane of the huntsman. He stood grazing in his clearing like a king a misted the dim, green shafts of light that where allowed to illuminate the dense foliage. The birds chirped in chorus to the horizon; the bugs of the late morning buzzed about as they spread the gentle mist of pollen that gave the wind it's sparkle.

There was something though, in the air. Tangs of it wisped pass the stags nostrils every so often. An acute metallic scent he'd come to associate with the fresh kills of a predator. There was a rustle of heaviness from the brush around him and two bird flew from their branch. The stag took no notice. It was only once the wind changed direction he noticed again the sharp scent that assailed his senses, now stronger, more pungent then before. If he'd bothered to stur his attention from the sweet grass beneath his hooves; he would have noticed the red, viscous fluid dripping onto his neck from the distance canopy above; or that the birds had stifled their called; or that the forest itself seemed to hush in the wave of something unseen. It was only after the short, sharp pain that ran through his upper back right through his chest, did the great stag notice the sound of breath above him, or the metallic scent that now engulfed him. His sight grew dim and weightlessness too him.

Opening his eyes to the sound of crunching and lips smacking together in drool-filled delight, the stag found himself stare out at the forest floor below him. If animals had such logic, the stag would have realized he was in a tree, however this point of view just added to his confusion. What was truly worrying was that he had no function in his legs. A glance of his body solved this problem: The fact he didn't have any legs. Either cut off at the knee to chewed down to a stub; the stag watched in muted protest as this last intact legs was gripped by a well kept, but blood soaked, clawed hand, and promptly snapped off with the sounds of wet branch under to foot of soldiers. A low growl, short and indifferent called the stags attention to the creature that sat there next to him. Before his fading sight could focus, to hands now grip the sides head, tight and forceful. He head, followed by his limp and worthless body, were brought up to face his devourer, only to be greeted by an open maw bigger then the stags head. A razor like tongue whipped at his nose before the stags sight faded entirely and all that was left was the crushing of bone as the mouth closed around his head to break it open and suck out the contents with a nosy , and feral vigor.

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