The man known as Izo rocks the traditional Uzumaki red hair look that isn't quite the same as those other crazy shinobi. Izo's hair is flat and laid out like a normal human being, that hair stopping just around the middle line of his forehead, which is normally covered by bandages for the hell of it. His eyes are a beautiful piercing blue. His facial structures are the exact same as his father's, if he ever go to know what that man looked like he would know. The man wears a red cloak that matches the tone of red that his hair bears only his cloak has marks of black that fill in the rest of what is there. For example his sleeves have a black middle separating the red and black in a fashionable way with the Uzumaki clan insignia stitched in black on the right shoulder just on the arm. Under this cloak the man wears a red shirt that also matches his cloak's red which also matches his hair's red. Under all this Izo wears black sweatpants stopping halfway down the calf muscle only to be met with an assortment of bandages all the way to his shoes which are a lovely blue sandal looking thing.~
Izo was meaning today to be for training and learning the faces of the lovely fellow shinobi that lurked around in his village not talking to anybody. How could a village run where there is no communication? The young lad stepped foot upon the area immediately noticing that the forest stops and begins into a large field of large rocks that protrude randomly from the ground. Thy sky was beautifully blue and no clouds were around to be seen. Izo took a single leap into the middle of the field of rocks and suddenly there was a lightning strike that landed one of the edges of the field of rocks. The strike didn't phase Izo for he'd been here before. No matter what the weather conditions were lightning strikes were bound to happen but it was often not accurate, and by that it just means that it usually doesn't hit shinobi training within the field it just a phenomena that happens within the Land of Clouds. A weird thing that happens but it was one of the things that made Kumo the wonderous place that it is.
Izo would sit down at the middle rock and await for anyone to show up to see if anyone would like to train or just make some friends or whatever it is that these young shinobi like to do these days. His legs were crossed and his hand clutched into a fist holding his head up with his right hand staring into where he entered the field of rocks with an emotionless face, simply waiting and ready. His dagger is holstered on his right hip for easy access if he needed to use it but today wasn't about training the sword, he had a couple fuinjutsu and normal jutsu he wanted to train up and get better with. If the young lad was to meet and form a squad today that would be lovely. Izo was wearing his traditional Anbu mask with no Anbu armor but the wrist guards would be easily seen on the lad's wrists with the generic sealing method located on the inside of his right wrist.
[WC: 564]
Izo was meaning today to be for training and learning the faces of the lovely fellow shinobi that lurked around in his village not talking to anybody. How could a village run where there is no communication? The young lad stepped foot upon the area immediately noticing that the forest stops and begins into a large field of large rocks that protrude randomly from the ground. Thy sky was beautifully blue and no clouds were around to be seen. Izo took a single leap into the middle of the field of rocks and suddenly there was a lightning strike that landed one of the edges of the field of rocks. The strike didn't phase Izo for he'd been here before. No matter what the weather conditions were lightning strikes were bound to happen but it was often not accurate, and by that it just means that it usually doesn't hit shinobi training within the field it just a phenomena that happens within the Land of Clouds. A weird thing that happens but it was one of the things that made Kumo the wonderous place that it is.
Izo would sit down at the middle rock and await for anyone to show up to see if anyone would like to train or just make some friends or whatever it is that these young shinobi like to do these days. His legs were crossed and his hand clutched into a fist holding his head up with his right hand staring into where he entered the field of rocks with an emotionless face, simply waiting and ready. His dagger is holstered on his right hip for easy access if he needed to use it but today wasn't about training the sword, he had a couple fuinjutsu and normal jutsu he wanted to train up and get better with. If the young lad was to meet and form a squad today that would be lovely. Izo was wearing his traditional Anbu mask with no Anbu armor but the wrist guards would be easily seen on the lad's wrists with the generic sealing method located on the inside of his right wrist.
[WC: 564]