Name - Kenn-Zaku
Peffered - Zaku

Age - Appearance - 24 | Actual - 240
Gender - Male
Race - Fallen Kitsune ( Undead Fox )
Class - Assassin ( Fallen Shinobi )

Stat -
Attack 6
Speed 5
Agility 7
Defense 1
Magic 2
Strength 2
Stealth 2 ( +9 ) [ 11 ]

Clan - Disturbed Soul Clan

Weapon - Class 1 Katana
Attack - 35
Speed - 13
Cost - 550

Speacial Attack -

Spirit Doll -
Requirements - Spd - 15
Magic - 15
Agility - 15

The spirit doll technique, Zaku's body charges with magical energy as he claps his hands together. Time seems to decrease by about 20%, and the terrian below him animates. The ground rises creating a pillar of soil that poses as a obstacle for any advisary to avoid if they are in early/mid swing.
- As Zaku's magical prowess increases the dolls will become stronger and begin to resemble him instead of looking like towers of soil.
- As his speed increases, so will the rate of the tower of dirt being animated.
- As Zaku's agility increases, so will the percentage of Zaku's evasion, allowing him to remove himself from striking distance early enough for the doll to be formed. Passivly this increases the rate which dolls are spawned.

Description: A shinobi dresses in dark robes, that conceal mostly all of their bodies. Wrapped in dark durable cloth that is amazingly light to the touch, but durable under harsh conditions. Zaku's vulpine pelt shimmers of a firey orange hue, with pale white highlights apon his chest fur, hands and feet. His death black eyes match his dark clothing. His entire body is usually covered for his orange pelt shines in the trees like a beacon in the sunlight. Yet, from time to time he will remove the shinobi scarf that covers his face from the nose down. He never really removes the scarf that is above the eyes.

Personality:
General - Trained in the code of the shinobi. Zaku is trained to conceal if not negate all emotion, therefore he is socially harsh, sense he favors being alone in comparison to working in a group.
However, living under the code of the fallen taught him to be a mindless beast among strangers and even those closest to you. He'd never really spoken a word of kindness to anyone in his life, sense living under the combined codes makes him a fallen shinobi. He stays to himself and doesn't look to anyone for support. He's doomed to die and doesn't fear it, for to be bestowed the title of a fallen, requires one to die, then reanimate by their own spirit.
Yet, not really wanting to make enemies, he's actually quite polite and well spoken when encountering others. He will speak with a friendly tone and try to make you feel comfortable around him, until he leaves.

Origin: Zaku past was brutal, he was an average demon fox, but wasn't very successful in life. He could defend himself without breaking a sweat versus humans, but when third and second class demons began to come after him, he began to lost his edge and endured vicious beatings and has been eaten once. Sitting near the edge of a river of molten magna, Zaku thought about his parents that have never been around for the past 20 years. Were they dead? He didn't rest on the question long as he felt a powerful firey burst of air scar his back, turning to see a giant demonic bone dragon. Zaku knew that his life was practically over but was going to fight till the end.

The results were the exact opposite the kitusune could have guessed. The bone dragon trained the fallen kitsune ( bestowed title of fallen after self-ressurection after death ) in the form of the fallen shinobi. Training lasted for years on end, and Zaku is now currently a second class shinobi, he's yet to be granted his fallen short katana, or the fallen Dai-katana, (which he wouldn't use) but when he finds his weapon he'll become a first class Fallen Kitsune Shinobi that will be more than enough to compete. After the title of First Class, the title of Master will be the next pennsula Zaku will aim for.

(ooc) However, for here and now. Zaku is still a low class shinobi. His experience while wandering in this world will bestow him the skills required to climb in the ranks to meet the level he aims for, but if you wish to interfere with this young ones progress, feel free. His training will be intense and you throwing your logs on the fire is more of a blessing than a inhibitance.



~~~ Sample Rp ~~~


The sun was hanging low in the sky, projecting a crimson haze across the sky. Illuminating the forest of Inuyasha with a late summer time aura. The trees swayed in the wing as if they were waving a farewell to the setting sun. Woodland creatures began to vanish into dens and burrows as the night was setting in. This peaceful scene, of tranquility would continue on into the night and into the next day unless unfourtinate incidents would play into the forests growth.

A young demon stood on a thin branch, the branch struggled to hold the reduced weight of the shinobi as he held his furry paws together, channeling all of his spiritual and magical energy into the small area surrounding his figure. His training was to keep his weight, levelitated on the branch without snapping it. However the branch was a fledgling, not strong enough to hold full grown fruit, not to mention a demon.

A thin snap, shattered the perfect silence, along with a muffled thump. The kitsune sat on the ground, large drops of sweat accumulating on his forehead soaking into the scarf. He'd failed, but failure was only forcing him to continue training. The little branch sat next to the sweating demon, as if it were a child, staring into the eyes of a murderer. Zaku didn't want to look at it, he felt a bit guilty. That branch could have one day sprouted a beautiful flower that would have oneday pleased some maiden, but shattered dreams and lives were common under his code.

After gathering his breath, he strolled over to a river to remove his scarfs, wanting to clean the sweat. He'd already possessed the scent of kistune, and didn't further need to sent that scent into the air by sweating. The full katana rested on his back, he felt uncomfortable with a full sized katana and aimed to remove about 5 inches from the blade, to create a short katana. Short Katana's were much faster and more percise than the full sized, and they hardly touched his modility as he darted trough the trees.

Taking his gaze up to the sky, he saw it was a deep purple, the sun finally falling over the mountains and the darkness of the night fell over him like a bed sheet. A grin creep onto his jaws, the darkness providing a much better cover than the shadows of the sun. He stood, whipping his scarf once very hard. Removing, virtually, all the water out of it all at once.

"I should get back to my training, I want to evolve into a better shinobi by the end of the week, and I wont be able to achieve my goal with just messing around with the tree-- "

He cut himself off, his ears vibrated in short half second intervals, catching the movement of a creature nearby. If you blinked, you'd miss him darting into the nearest tree, becoming basically fully invisible. He then vanished into the night, the only thing that could spell out his movement was a tiny dust cloud left over from his ejection, that swayed to the west.


~~~ End ~~~

( I apologize if I've left anything vital out, or have included anything that's not necessary. If anything doesn't meet requirements please let me know. I'm really looking forward to joining this place and I want to meet the standards. )

oh my gosh this is absolutely great. you are welcome to start

*scratehes head, then bows*

Thank you