Xin Goutetsu - The Prodigious Sword

XIN ZAN GOUTETSU
"The life of myself, survives only by the sword he carries, and my spirit can cut anything..."
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BIRTH NAME Xin Zan Goutetsu
NICK NAME Samurai, Prodigious Blade
AGE Sixteen
BIRTHDAY July 14th.
GENDER Male
SEXUALITY Heterosexual
VILLAGE Nokogakure no Sato
RANK Chunin
FACE CLAIM None

Xin is definitely not the most muscular guy within the world, and his muscular definition seems weak to most people, however he is not. Xin is a very lean individual, with low weight for a boy of his strength (144 lb.). He is five feet, five inches, making him relatively short and scrawny. His shape is seemingly unfit for fighting.

Xin has brownish skin, because he is Korean and Japanese(in the real world if it was seen by race), because of his mothers Korean heritage and his fathers Japanese heritage. His eyes are dark red, and made from his fathers, as they are also red. Xin also has clearly white hair, an anomaly as their are very few people in the world that have such a trait, this hair is also not dyed, and is his real color.

Usually when going out, Xin wears a kimono with the sleeves and leg sleeves torn, his arm sleeves to the point of being sleeveless and his pants to the point of being to his lower calves. The clothing is white and blue, the outer part being white and the inner being blue, such as the undershirt and leggings. He also wears golden armbands, made of iron. He wears traditional sandals called geta instead of sandal greaves. The leggings extend as if socks.

His weapon, obviously is a sword. The sword is classified as a tachi, a weapon that is much longer than a regular katana but still shorter than an Odachi. The weapons sheathe is a darkened blue color, with wrappings at the hilt that blow outward. His hitai-ate (forehead protector/headband) is darkened green, and he wears it on his biceps. The sheathe and sword are also held to side, worn by a large black sash wrapped tightly to his side.

Often very calm around others, Xin is the likeness of a wolf, he is a loner and hates when others try and talk to him constantly, usually ask politely for someone to be quiet. His eyes are often open and his senses are also top-notch allowing him to guess when "blood is boiling" as he likes to call it. He is also sensitive to being touched and can become very uncomfortable when touched by others.

Xin has a great amount of pride and confidence in his abilities and can be seen as calm throughout the entire battle. When fighting against someone of great strength, his eyes become focused and a small grin appears upon his face, showing his lust towards the battle, something that is rarely seen. He is often merciful, allowing an opponent to go away from him, unless they have done something he sees as unforgivable, and then holds the saying "an eye for an eye" within his mind.

Xin hates loud noises, or "screaming" and can be easily irritated. He is not one to judge somebody how they may seem and is always on full observation around himself. Xin cannot stand dependence, and as always, his blunt nature will easily come out from this. If he deems a person his friend, he shall help them while within trouble or harms way, but afterward keep his normal persona.

Xin is very patient and often while waiting will wear a dull look upon his face in order to wait. He also has a problem with talking with others, and is not keen on doing so, usually keeping to one word answers and a quiet sigh.

NAME Xin
EXPERIENCE Eight Years.
OTHER PUPPETS None.

"The eyes showed all, with the setting of man versus animal, animal versus animal, and man versus man. To each their own, that is the way of survival, and to place forth the destinies of the truest ambition; someone must exist, and for that to survive one must take away life. The rules of the world leave a bitter taste, but that is the circle of the world. Survive, thrive and to exist." - J.D. 9/7/2011

The traveling of a lone swordsman. The walking of the path of bushido was one not many walked much more, as the world had changed. He did not know of this world to the limits that others did, only knowing that what he must do must learn more so. Establishing his right as a person of strength, becoming his own individual person by carving a name for himself in history. It all seemed so trivial to others, the factors that nothing could become of one who showed his gifts as a strong heart. That all was lost at a moments notice.

His eyes would open as he watched the eyes of another being staring at him. The hunger within his lean stomach made its growling waves, the ambitions of food, the needing of something to subside this ungracious feeling of emptiness. The cold concept of life and death establishing itself this very moment. The completely serious Xin only stopping. His eyes would move straight, looking into the eyes of the creature that wanted to feast on himself.

A stare down, as this man made no assumptions to move a large dinosaur staring upon him; the anticipation of nothing more than a hair's width. Their eyes gazed, the giant of a creature hungering for this one opportunity. The existence of a meal so easily captured by nothing more than its own survival instincts. Only watching as the ebbing and flowing of its grumbling stomach went in an uneasy purchase of life and death. Would it choose to exist, or would it die...

"I see, so you yourself have an empty stomach... I understand."

His body would not shift as the creature growled, a vicious snarl as its foot moved forth, claws digging into the dirt ready to feast on the eyed meal of the day. The winds would blow, the boys eyes would not falter as the creature would abruptly rush forward, its maw open for its next meal. Xin's body would move with this sort of style as well, the temptation of such a creature not bothering him within the least bit as a flash would release an explosive conclusion.

"I too, must survive."

A clank, and a step were all that was seen from such an incredible and unwavering attack. Standing as the creature stood looking towards him, as it released a loud cry. The circle of life once more, the existence of one that could defeat another was eminent, no one was always the strongest as someone was always better. He even knew that, he may not be the strongest as well. This was something he had learned to live with, and thus would train to overcome and surpass. The creatures belly would release a large gush of blood, falling apart and hitting against the ground.

The sky had began to settle under the wrath of one blow, as the sounds of the calm of the creatures body would begin to stop. The strike of death upon the creatures body made it much more apparent that he wasn't one to give his own life. Earning the right to kill him and using the powers the creature had, its natural talents to defeat what was seen as an enemy not to himself but towards his hunger. For survival was the key to any and every situation.

The calm wrath of the lone samurai, his eyes looking towards the creature as he nodded. Putting both hands together and thanking it for his way to become something more than just another dead creature within the acids of its stomach. He would move towards the body, and begin the preparation for his next meal. The flames a lit as he made a camping ground for himself. The roasting of the creatures flesh glistening over the pit. The warrior would sit quietly, meditating as he waited.