Khemia Jiton (Key.My.Ah || Jee.Ton) W.I.P

"Trying is only half the battle."



Name: Khemia Jiton
Nickname: Smiley
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Village: Otogakure No Sato
Village Rank: Anbu
Skill Rank: A



Height:[/b] 5'8
Weight: 150lbs
Hair color: White
Eye Color: Hazel with a Gold Pupil
Looks Image: https://2img.net/h/oi59.tinypic.com/6tg607.jpg
Looks Description: Khemia sports white hair an a light ebony skin that accentuates his black roots. His eyes are a unique color being a light sparkling hazel with a gold pupil. He is of average height and weight putting him in peak physical condition.


Personality Description: Khemia is a very mentally disturbed man. So much so that he has lost the ability to facially express any other emotion besides smiling/happiness. Even when crying or profusely mad he will smile sometimes even harden given the emotion. He is either smiling or facially expressing emotionlessness. Beside that Khemia can also be kinda mean which is odd given his chosen expression. When angered he won't hesitate to threaten a life or two. He is one to say NO! and mean it and often curses. Besides that Khemia can be very pleasant he is hardworking rarely shirks his responsibilities and is a good friend and even better protector.


Likes: Food, Fighting, Females
Dislikes: Dishonor, Depression, Dummies
Catch Phrases: "Smile, after all life is worthy while" he says this all the time. Weather in battle, facing an enemy of even staring at death. These are also the last words his mother said to him before she died.
Nindo: "I will carry on the spirit of my smiling mother and trample all who stand in my way to progress. This is my Nindo my Ninja Way!"



Element Affinity: Jiton
Sub Element Affinity: N/A



History: Khemia Jiton was born to Terry Jiton and Suety Jiton. As his dad died in battle when he was young, his mother was left to raise him. Since both his mother and father were Jiton users they adopted the surname which seemingly fit them perfectly. This was carried down to their son who also exhibited similar Jiton affinity. Being a single parent was really thought for Suety all the while morning her husbands death. She tried to raise her son appropriately but, with a lacking father figure he acted out.

He ran the streets a rampant hoodlum often stealing things committing graffiti all over, and other various things a young troubled youth would do. Even when he joined the academy his antics did not stop. He shirked his responsibility often neglecting his studies or class altogether.

On one fate filled day his mother who was still a ninja at the time. Decided to take him on a mission so that he may see and learn how hard and serious life can be. On the commute to the scene he whined about how he needed to go meet his friends, and how he there was so many things he had to do back home. His mother who stayed stern with their punishment. They were supposed to be stopping a troop of heavily armed bandits from escaping the land with a valuable scroll.

Upon meeting the troop it appear to be three of them all men. The fight resulted in struggle of power leaving all three men dead and Khemia's mother fatally wounded. As she layed in his arms watching him weep a cheerful smile creep upon her face. She looked at him as her bloodied hand rested on his cheek. "Smile after all life is worth while." She said weakly as the life faded from her body. He hunched over her crying as he held the scroll in hand. A weird smile creep on his face but he still remained weeping.

Returning to his village he took up his studies again and actually excelled in them. Placing in a high percentage of the class he usually went along with higher level nin on heavier risk missions and became a heavily viable part of missions. On one mission they were to retrieve Intel from a neighboring village. It was in this village that they were ambushed after a traitor amoungst them gave away their mission details. It was Khemia who lead the remaining team members away safely, all the while fighting off the ambushing team and even managing to recapture the traitor and have him brought to justice.  It was these acts that lead to him being approached to be apart of the ANBU and he graciously accepted with a large smile.

RP Sample:(Excerpt from old rp.)

Mombo walked away from the village and into the forest as he grab a small scroll from his back pocket pulling it into view and unrolling it. He had to deliver this small scroll to a neighboring small country a few meters outside the hidden hurricane. He was rather excited to be helping out his village with such an important task, although it seemed boring to most Mombo was happy to be doing such a minuscule deed which seemed large in his eyes. He walked fast as he read the scroll aloud but quietly to himself.

"Seal, seal, seal" He said as he read off what the writings were for, he had basic knowledge of what basic seals were and how they looked.

Mombo looked up as the breeze around him picked up rolling the scroll back up and placing it back in his pocket. The breeze picked up even more as it blew back his clothes and hair a bit. He grabbed a kunai from his person as he crouched and looked around, his eyes darted back and forth as he tried to prepare himself for an oncoming attack. By the wind picking up mysteriously he could tell he had company, the only thing unclear to him was why and where. A scrawny looking man appeared from beside a cluster of trees and bushes holding his skinny bone like arm out at Mombo.

He wore a headband of course which was blank no markings on it once so ever. A black shirt adorned his chest only one sleeve on the left side the same arm that was held out at him, the base of the shirt tight and form fitting along with the sleeve. A white vest with on strap went over his right shoulder covering most of his stomach but not his abdomen plain black pants and basic shoes. Everything was small on this guy he looked like death, but somehow he was alive. As he held his arm up the wind continued, he close his hand into a fist then let it settle by his side.

Mombo looked up at him not uttering a word just checking the man out, his eyes darted up and down then outward looking around him. He didn't sense no one else or at least couldn't sense no one else, the man smiled as he darted forward at Mombo, he darted back as he tried to make hand signs. He wasn't properly equipped to do hand to hand which was the reason for him distancing. He began to fold some hand signs as he yelled aloud "Water Release: Gunshot" as his mouth filled with water.

Blowing the large ball out as he floated through the air right as the ball of water was about to be release he heard a wish in the air followed by a fist on his chin sending him flying hard into the ground. He slide across the hard surface hitting he coughed a bit as he looked up another man appeared, unlike the previous one he was bigger way bigger. He settled on the ground beside the small one who looked exactly the same besides the muscles both folding their arms as Mombo got up a bruise on his cheek. He looked up at the newcomer wiping his face as he stood up shaking slowly. He looked at the two deeper as he began to step to the side trying to distance himself. His brain was racing fast he could not understand why he was being attacked he did not even know who they were. All he knew is he could die at any moment.

“I bet you're confused boy, let us enlighten you.” The two men said in unison as if they shared a voice.
Mombo’s eyebrow rose high as he stared at the men intent on listening while still slowly distancing himself. Their mannerism confused and intrigued him, they had caught his attention even more than they already had. But Mombo was not such a stupid one to give up the opportunity of letting them finish talking before he made a daring escape. Right as they went to communicate in unison he took off catching them by surprise. Before he knew it they were folding into the foliage behind him frantically trying to keep up.
He smiled as they disappeared behind him only to have the ground shake with a gruesome stomp which cracked the ground and sent him in the air. He spun wildly as time seemed to slow down for him. He was floating scared and confused as he hit the ground bouncing slightly. He didn't bother sitting up and was not feeling so well now. Crippled with the pain from falling he could only look up as he saw the same buff man from earlier. His mind went blank as he began to freak out, he could not wrap his brain around who these people were or what they wanted. The two from earlier came but they were extremely skinny.

“H...h...h” was all he could muster up as he looked at them bending his head slowly as his body stayed limp.

“Are you going to run away again? Or do we have to beat you some more until you learn a child’s place?”

The three said in unison it was beginning to annoy Mombo his nerves were running thin along with his endurance from being pummeled so much. He said nothing only mustering up a weak groan which they took for a yes.

“Well I suppose that’s a yes, very well then we shall tell you the story of our people and how we came to be how we were thrown away casted aside like trash. About how we stayed strong and prospered.” Mombo looked up at them as he blinked once preparing himself for a tale.

His eyes shut as he heard a low growl deep within him slowly emerge. He felt the malevolent chakra boil up and up bearing deep within him.