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General Information:

Name: Kouchi, Daisuke

Nickname/Alias: "Blacksmith" "Dr."

Weight: 165 lbs.

Height: 6' 2"

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Looks:
Travel:

During travel, Daisuke likes to wear more comfortable clothing. He wears tattered jeans, which are cut on either side at the cuffs to allow his pants to fit over his boots without any trouble. Due to the fact that he is often found traveling in the wilderness and mountains, he always wears his trusty pair of brown hiking boots. The boots have black rope instead of laces, with a zipper on the outside of each boot as if the laces aren't enough to keep them on his feet. His pants are generally a faded blue in color, with diagrams and sketches covering them because he often finds himself with nothing but his flesh and clothing to write on when he gets an idea. The diagrams and sketches are generally of the anatomy of new creation ideas or designs for new weaponry. He likes wearing t-shirts or dress shirts during his travels, though he often finds himself rolling the sleeves up if it is a dress shirt because he can't stand the heat. His arms are hairy, though most don't notice because all of his body hair is blond. His arms and hands are covered in scars, as well as his face and neck. He wears no glasses, as they are only for when he needs them to read diagrams. He wears the same, trusty hat, everywhere on his travels. It is comparable to an old man's golf hat, beige in color. His hair is thick, messy, and blond. His eyes are an emerald green, and his face is stony and unrevealing. He is often found carrying a blacksmith's hammer or other tool that doubles as a weapon in case of attack.

Everyday:

When not on duty or traveling, Daisuke enjoys wearing an odd outfit compared to the more eastern modes of dress that are often found in his homeland. He wears a dress shirt, with a sweater vest over the dress shirt. The sweater vest is normally beige in color, matching his favourite hat. His favourite hat is comparable to an old man's golf hat, and is almost never seen anywhere but on his head. He will occasionally wear white gloves, most likely to protect his hands if he were to have to go to the smithy that is located behind his home. He wears a pair of pants, generally white or beige in color, and almost always covered in diagrams and sketches like his jeans. It is obvious that Daisuke views clothing as nothing more than a form of portable paper someone doesn't have to carry. Daisuke is never found with his ANBU outfit or mask, because he refuses to wear either. He finds them silly looking. Daisuke likes wearing comfortable shoes, generally loafers or dress shoes that are broken in so much it feels like Dai isn't wearing them at all. Dai's sleeves are cut off at t-shirt length, revealing his hairy and scarred arms. His scarred face and neck are also exposed, revealing a stony face and set of emerald eyes. His hair is messy, thick, and blond in color.


Wartime:

When heading off to war, or at least off to a battle that Daisuke knows he can't mess around in, his outfit will change. First and foremost, he loses his hat. His blond hair is left to roam about in the air around his head and in front of his face freely. His emerald green eyes are generally found in the twisted form of a glare, his stony face somehow even less revealing than usual. Not even his eyes will expose his emotions or thoughts. He forsakes his usual old-time clothing for a more appropriate outfit. He wears a tight-fitting black shirt, and baggy black pants. The pants are tucked into his black combat boots, and held up by a length of black rope acting as a belt. He wears a trench coat over this, which is tied at the waist so that it won't flap about too freely. Daisuke forsakes his tools for actual blades, as he knows that he is more likely to survive if he has a weapon designed for heavy combat. On his hands he now wears black leather gloves, as they provide a better grip and more protection. He also straps a metal plate to his left shoulder, as that is the shoulder that he normally advances with, and as such is the one most likely to be struck.

Experiments:

Daisuke is most often found at the forge in in the lab. While in the lab, Daisuke wears a more professional outfit. He leaves his hat behind, as he does not want it being damaged or disfigured during his work. He dons a pair of rimless, square glasses which he normally wears very low on his nose as he only needs them to read properly. He wears latex gloves, so that he doesn't contaminate anything with the chemicals and oils on his flesh. Daisuke wears a long, white, lab coat over his normal outfit, buttoned from collar to waist so that nothing gets on his clothing but he still has room to maneuvre around the lab.

Personality:
Daisuke earned the title of 'mad scientist'. He earned this because when he gets bored he goes out through the village and acts like a maniac to see how many people freak out. However, this doesn't mean that he is unfriendly or actually insane. He is stable minded, friendly as can be, and generous. What's his is yours, and if he doesn't absolutely need the money to live he won't charge anything for services. He is understanding, and a great listener as he isn't very talkative at all. When he is going to talk he thinks it out completely first, so that there are no pauses or annoying little words like "um" or "y'know" in his sentences. When working Daisuke refuses to talk to anyone, not even himself. In the lab, the only difference is that he talks to himself very often. Daisuke hates having to use chakra with his smithing unless he absolutely has to, choosing to simply use it to finish off the alloy and work on his own from there. In combat Daisuke would sooner die than go all out. The only thing that could force him to use full strength was if dying stopped him from achieving a specific goal. Even then he usually complains about having to reveal his full strength.

Clan Information

Clan Name: N/A

Kekei Genkai: It is unknown if the innate ability that Daisuke has is a kekkei genkei or if it is just a unique genetic mutation. He has the ability to use his chakra as a sort of binding element, combining things both organic and inorganic. His chakra can also be used as a sort of 'breath of life', though it cannot revive the dead in a complete sense. The creations he brings to life are more like mindless, animated, corpses than anything else, a necromantic servant if you will. His ability is often connected with three things: Puppetry, Necromancy, and Blacksmithing. When dealing with inorganic elements, his chakra allows him to create alloys and other inanimate creations that are far stronger and more durable than any man-made creations.

Clan Symbol: N/A

Clan History: N/A


Rank Information:

Rank: ANBU Captain

Village: Iwagakure no Sato

Skill Information:

Skill Specialty: Ninjutsu/Weaponry

Elemental Affinity: Earth/Fire

Special Characteristics: Carries blacksmith's hammers. His hat.

Jutsu

Name: Breath of Life - Iki no Jinsei
Rank: A
Element: N/A
Description: This technique allows Daisuke to pour his chakra into an organic being((Generally constructed of multiple parts of various corpse)). His chakra will bring them life, to an extent. They are forced to follow his orders, and have no real mind of their own. If this is used on a complete corpse the animated being does not retain any special abilities they had, but does wield any and all of their equipment.

Name: Forge - Fo-ji
Rank: B
Element: N/A
Description: Utilizing his special chakra, Daisuke is able to craft new alloys that are stronger and more durable than any other man-made alloy in existence. Using this technique in conjunction with a forge, Daisuke can craft near-indestructible weapons and tools with half the effort a normal blacksmith would put into their trade.

History/RP Sample:

History/Background Story:
He was born, he grew up, he went to school, he became a genin. Something tragic happened, he became a chuunin. Then he became a Jounin and his squad all died, so he became an ANBU. He then became an ANBU Captain and opened up a smithy as a side job.
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Rp Sample:
"Is he foreign to our language? He doesn't seem to be able to speak it very well.." Komori mumbled to herself. All this time she had been searching for the god, or king, of all evils and here he had just walked out of an achromatic hole in the beautiful cyan sky, killing several people with his existence alone. This, was not good. As much as she wanted to be the one to end this thing's life, there was simply no way she could even with her power level. Just to be able to maneuver she was forced to release her spiritual pressure completely, forcing it to course through her body like blood and reinforce her muscles and organs. Breathing became easier, her chest became less tight, and she was able to lift her head. Her hands pushed out in front of her, as light began to gather from her surroundings. They gathered in the form of golden petals, each breaking off and reforming into lines that formed spell circles in front of her hand. There were eight in total.

Suddenly, the light burst into fragments, and released a massive flash of light that enveloped the entire beach and sky in golden liquid. When the liquid ebbed away and left them alone, Komori was wearing armor. Her blouse had disappeared, leaving the lavender bra she had been wearing underneath there to keep her decent. Her pants had been exchanged for black leather chaps, strapped tight to her legs and equipped with plates of steel to protect her. On her feet were now steel grieves, looking very uncomfortable compared to the former footwear. Suddenly, the lavender cloth of her bra began to expand, forming into an entire top that was soon covered in steel plates. Her shoulders were well protected with domes of steel. The only thing left unprotected was her head.

In her hands was a vicious looking sword. The handle was only about six inches in length, made of a black steel wrapped in black leather. The cross guard was a plain, black steel rectangle, only two inches wider than the blade on each side. The blade itself was about six inches wide, breaking off halfway across into what seemed to be a new blade. The first half of the blade was solid steel, extending to about four feet in length and ending in a massive tip. The other half was built facing the other way, making the blade two-sided. It was riddled with holes, but still seemed to be sturdy. The blade ended at about three feet and ten inches, leaving the other half two inches more steel than it.

She took up a defensive stance with the weapon, knowing that even fully armed she would not be able to win this battle. However, she knew that her god would never forgive her for letting the King run away. They were taught to fight battles, even if the only outcome would be death. No matter what they were not allowed to let evil slip through their fingers unless they had no further control of their body. She still had control, if only minimal control.

"I am Funakoshi Komori, the Holy Blade. Now, what in the hell do you want here? Don't you dare run through that little void like a coward." She said, growling the last bit with all the intimidation she could muster. One had to hand it to her, even in the midst of such a powerful presence she revealed no signs of fear or struggle.

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