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Posts : 2 Join date : 2011-07-05

Name: Yokaido, Alarick
Nickname/Alias:Lightning Rod
Age:18
Gender:Male
Looks:

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Many would argue that his hair is sort of a army brown color, or a forest green. But really it is a charcoal sandy brown color with the slightest hints of snow in various spots. His eyes are a lumiescent pink color and his skin is preferable white, more of a pinkish tan color with a bit of olive in it to add the mix. He wears this black and white jacket that has the occassional arrat of stripes here and there. On the right side of the jacket is this symbol of a cross reembling the bursting of a white sun. He is about six foot two inches and weighs roughly around one hundred and eighty-six pounds. On his chest, looking at the right side again, he has a tattoo that is a '5' many don't know why he chose that as a tattoo.

Normally that is what he wears underneath his Akatsuki robe, or when he is undercover. He believes that transformations jutsu's are overrated. His finger nails are generally painted a midnight blue color as his head band is strapped around his left arm right on his shoulder. His toe nails are a midnight blue color as he wears the occasional akatsuki sandals and socks. When he wears his akatsuki robe his hair is mainly and will always be in a pony tail, but that is ONLY when he wears his akatsuki uniform.

Personality: A cold person is what many would describe Alarick as. His life is meaningless in the eye's of many. He is just so cold, and dreadful he kinda feels sorry for himself. He questions himself on why that is but he never really seems to have the time to answer the question. He never really thought everything he did in life was cruel, that was mainly because "second thoughts" never really flew in his mind at all, especially when he was confronted of things he was going to do. How was he suppose to know what was right and what was wrong in life, his father was hardly the father figure he would want to know.

Cold is just what people see Alarick as mainly, but over all, you will see that he is one crazy mofo. He is just to crazy for words. Its like he escaped from the mental hopsital. He loves watching people die, but when he kills someone he tells them not to tell anyone that he did it because he wants to....keep it a secret? What the hell is up with that, its just so bogus BS if you ask me. Alarick is one of a select few of people who's brain has grown in the most wrong ways anyone can ever imagine. he is just a Crazy Bitch.

Likes & Dislikes:
Likes:

Rain
Lightning
Wind
Acquaintanceship
Judgement

Dislikes:

Fools
Devious Decisions
Big-headedness
Lack of Judgement
Light

Catch Phrase:"What do you mean?"

Country: Konoha no Kuni
Village Rank:Jounin
Skill Rank:A

Skill Specialty:
Main:Ninjutsu
Sub:Genjutsu

Elemental Affinity:
Main:Lightning(White Lightning)
Sub:Water

Special Characteristics:If it ever were to rain the accuracy of Alarick's Lightning based jutsu will improve most defianetly. Lightning based attacks that alarick is hit by is instantly turned into energy for him, Any lightning jutsu used on the field will immediately go straight to alarick because he is a lightning rod. Has Excellent Chakra Control.
Flaws/Weaknesses:Alarick's accuracy stays the same if it is not raining. Alarick can never use a jutsu in succession. Whenever alarick is hit by a water based jutsu, all of his lightning based jutsu's he uses deal damage to himself as well. In a close combat battle alarick isn't all that good.

Lightning Based Jutsu's

Spoiler:

History:

A stream of flowing grief

What has happened to the world now. So much calamity has risen. Chaotic lies, backstabbing bastards. What has the world come to, where has the world come to. Has it took some unexpected stop, rendering it useless to all who inhabit it. If not that then what, why must lives be ruined or taken away for someones own nefarious lack of love. Who are they to take a life they do not own. Only life can take lives if it choose the person deserves to live or not. Unfortunately that wasn't the case for Alarick Yokaido.

Before he was officially born he was already classified as a miscarriage, but certainty wasn't verified as the child appeared to be alive. Everyone was afraid of what was happening on the inside of the mothers stomach as she was carrying what they called the "Living dead". Such a bewildering thought. How could someone do that to such a sweet, confused mother of a child. Making her more afraid of the baby than she was her own body was not good. It was almost time for the baby to come out and the mom was struggling, pleading the death has bestowed its hand on the babies heart. She didn't want something that basically died in her to be living with her; even if he is alive.

Normally some people would consider this a blessing, because this could have been the only child she could have produced and to honestly tell the truth, it was. Right when Alarick took his first breath of air his mother took her last. The baby did not scream, it did not cry. It was silent. Arms stretched out as if reaching for something...that wasn't there. His eye's glistened in the lights of the hospital room. They were a mother of pearl color, and his hair a dark dirty forest color. It didn't look all to appealing, but we will see how he rocks it when eh gets older.

At that very moment when he spread his arms out reaching out to something, his mothers eye's closed slowly as she died. It was almost has if the baby took his mothers soul. Drained it from her shell of a body and left here there to rot. A not to fashionable death if I do say so myself, which I already did. Aside from that you could see the trauma, the fear, and the terror that quickly flooded the room as a whole. Everyone cried and the father picked his child up, the skin cold tot he touch, almost as if this baby has been dead longer then they have realized.

Life can wake up death

Turning six on the day of his mothers death didn't seem o bother young Alarick not one bit. Six years into his life and six years without his mother by his side. He did care. His dad would occasionally ask if he wanted to know something about his mother, but Alarick would just brush him aside as if his mother never existed. Normally boy his age would want to know so much about his mother. Her living habits, what she did for a living, all that jazz. But nothing. He just would look at his dad straight in his eyes and say, "Should I care about her," Then he will walk away and resume to what he was originally doing.

His father didn't know what to make of this nonsense. He thought it was probably because of Alarick's lack of friends. Maybe the reason Alarick is acting like this because he is in isolation, not really hanging around those his age. Keep in mind he is only six however. That is when Alarick's father sent him to the Ninja academy. He thought that was the best way to do things. Maybe not the right way, but the best way I suppose you got to do what you got to do, right?

Ninja academy started for Alarick and it went from Awesome to Terrible to Alarick seriously needs a reality check. He is a really cruel person even though he tries not to be. I guess when he was reaching out to nothing when he was born, he probably wanted to be dead then, he probably still wants to be dead now. He is a corrupted person I suppose. He would secretly torture the bullies because of how they would treat him, then those secrets got out and the ninja's or the academy and Alarick's father didn't know what to make of it, he was to young to go to jail or the juvenile center, but it was then when Alarick did something he would soon regret....but knowing him he probably wouldn't even have second thoughts on it.

Years later after he had become a Genin it was time for him to go through the chuunin exams with his team. He secretly didn't like his team, but it was obvious he didn't. i mean he would do a lot of things on his own, and he would never speak to his teammates. He would just do whatever he wanted. It was like his body was there but his spirit wasn't, because he was so cold hearted it, till the point where it was unbearable and trust me he finally showed his true colors During the Final part of the exam.

After a ninja gets to learn new moves, Alarick took the advantage of that opportunity to learn some devastating moves to kill his teammates. Not too long before the exams started Alarick, scheduled a meeting with each one of his teammates because he claimed he wanted to apologize for his actions...Which he didn't. He slowly took them on the outside of the Village hidden in the sand where they were located and quietly killed them without them even realizing that they were set up, or that they were dead. He was truly a bad one, but the messed up part about it was, he didn't care not one bit.

Soon enough word started to spread that Alarick's teammates where missing, and search parties were made looking for the lost ninja's. Unfortunately they never managed to find the bodies in time and the search parties were called off leaving Alarick by himself. The Exams continued as he intended them to and with no questions asked Alarick became a chuunin, but what Alarick didn't know was that there was one person that knew what Alarick had done, and that person was his father.

The Quiet Storm

Several years after Alarick became a Chuunin, he is now eighteen, and a well suited jounin and that's when his father finally musters up the courage to confront his own flesh and bones. But Alarick...poor confused Alarick. He did something that was so low and irritable that even the worst of criminals wouldn't do it, but the craziest of criminals would. He killed his father right where he stood, cut his head off clean and placed in on a table near by.

He left the seen like nothing happened. People question him about his fathers death, and he said he was just as surprised as everyone else. Boy wasn't he lying. A filthy liar, and now he has to hold that grief pain and agony, on his shoulders for life until he confesses...or if he even confesses. We will see what happens by then.

Years later he had finally become a jounin, and a High ranking one at that. Still he was never classed as S rank, even though his level of expertise told people otherwise, but he was getting there, and the power of demonicness was truly leading him to a place of no return. Alarick will need to find the road on his own now.

RP Sample:

A random rp sample

Akikake, originally Calista Petrakis, was born in the northern region of the Roman Empire. Her father, Petros, had fallen in love with a foreign woman. His family never made an effort to hide their displeasure with the choice. Their prized son, who had served many years in the Roman military, had essentially betrayed his parents. Now that he had impregnated a low-class begger, there was no chance to advance in the society ladder. However, after the two married, the family welcomed them with open arms. They needed their son, and they were going to get everything they could out of him. By the time Calista was born, some of the tension had disappeared. Her grandparents would be seen holding back a smile as they held her in their arms. Often times, her grandmother was found lounging, sewing and singing as Calista and her mother swayed to the music. Other relatives found her cheerful innocence contagious, that very thing doing much to sooth the family's hardened heart.

Not everyone in the household was enjoying the new additions, however. When Petros and his wife was accepted back into the family circle, his older brother, Kleitos, had been pushed to the background. Being able to only look on as his brother took his place as the one to continue the family line...the position that had been rightfully his. The position that had been cruelly taken away from him by one enemy sword. The bitter feeling only grew when another child was born, this time it was a son.

And just like that, Kleitos' status as the "lesser" son solidified.

The only person who knew of his anger and resentment was Calista's mother. She knew of the elder brother's feelings of hatred, and because of this, she feared for her family's life. She ran to her husband, telling him of her worries and of how Kleitos meant them harm. Petros only laughed and thought her delusional. He never thought that at that moment, his brother was pacing the length of his bedroom, plotting his next action. He knew that now that the woman had gone and warned his brother, something had to be done. So, that night he snuck into Petros' room and killed both him and his wife. With the same blade, Kleitos then had no trouble killing the newborn son. As he ran from the murders, he kidnapped the young Calista, heading for the Imperial City of Rome.

There, Calista was sold to a wealthy man, and never saw her uncle again. Her owner, Gaius, was a kind, older man who owned a brothel. His wife had died long ago, and all his children has either married and moved or had died in battles. So, while he had her doing the housework and the cooking, he treated her kindly, and viewed her as his own daughter. However, he failed to mention that that kindness would only last until she grew old enough to develop her curves. Without telling her beforehand, he sold her to a drunk for a high price. Was it any surprise, then, that she knifed the stranger when he tried to take off her clothes?

The incident caused an uproar throughout Rome. Not only was a paying customer killed in a brothel, but a Calista was a female slave with no Roman citizenship. Yet, while others shouted for retribution for the hideous crime that was committed, Gaius saw a chance for profit. He proposed after a week of training with his top gladiator, that she be paired against another woman gladiator for a show. The idea intrigued the people, and she was sent to training.

The week passed fairly quickly, and the day of the fight came. Hundreds of Romans filled the arena, shouting, arguing, and jostling each other for a better view. The two fighters stepped out, and that was when Calista first saw her opponent. A woman only a few years older than herself, holding a broadsword and a large shield. Once the fight started, it didn't last long. With two strides of her long legs, the other woman, batted aside Calista's attempt to cut her, and her broadsword went straight through Calista's stomach. The older woman smirked and then coughed. However, when she saw something red land on other's shirt, she realized something wasn't right. The girl's face featured a grin that stretched from ear to ear. Not even the blood dripping out of her mouth lessened the fear that spread through her. She looked down at her chest, and just stared at it. Pulling her sword out of the older woman's chest, the world spun, and Calista found herself lying on the ground. She didn't even have the strength to remove the sword in her stomach. Yet, she felt a sense of satisfaction. Somehow, she had won.

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