Asch

Name: Asch

Nickname: N/A

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Rank: Jounin

Former Rank: N/A

Village: Leaf

Former Village: N/A

Affiliations: None

Elements: Lighting, Fire.

Kekke Genkai: Gurukede

Personality: Lonely, knowledgeable, freely

Appearance:

Bio: Some people stare at me whenever i walk down the street. Before the great war i was an outcast with a 'special' ability. My ability was not 'special' but it was stronger than that, it was a god given power to me. When i was seven years of age, my village was attacked my enemy ninja and demons. They burned and killed everything and everyone is sight. I hid under a pile of rubble hoping they couldn't find me. The ninja in my village fought against them, but they were shot down faster than you could think. After all the forces were gone, and the homes were burnt down, they started to scavenge through the rubble of the town for good that could of not burnt. As they got close to the pile i was hiding in, i could feel by body surging with power that i have never felt before. my eyes turned a deep green and my hair to dirty blond. The rocks and wooded planks shot out from around me as i stood looking braver against the demons. I saw a blade on the ground that wasn't there before he got out of the rubble. I quickly picked it up as the demons and ninja got closer to him. As he examined the blade he could hear a roar, a roar of a tiger. I looked back up at the enemies and pointed the blade to them. "This is revenge!!" i screamed as i ran towards the demons who seem to have fallen before i could even touch them. After i assured they were all dead, i wandered to the nearby village, of the leaf. Upon arrival, everyone starred at me and wouldn't ask why my body was so scratched up. I live in the village now, but since the war, I've lived in the forest that surrounded the leaf.

Sample for rank:
The gaze of the moon fell upon the freshly dew grass as the gentle wind stretched through each opening the grass gave. Clouds move more gentle than they normally perform as the night stars glimmer in the darkness that we call night. Wind stirring a figure moves as speeds unseen. The figure appears in the light of the moon of each rise, then vanishes into the darkness with each fall. With his sword draw he makes his move upon the tall pine tree.

The tree gives some resistance, but does that fret at the impact. As the man pursues the blade through the tree, two iridescent green lights flash in the location of eyes. With the eyes, the blade grew sharper and moved deeper through the trunk. After a loud growl, more energy began taking refuge in the man's arm which held the blade. The blade began to glow its own iridescent color as the tree was not left unscathed. The man sheathed the blade and as the hilt hit the top of the sheathe, the tree began its descent to Earth.

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