Inubashiri Momiji

"Fear is no longer instilled by battle. Now it's instilled through words."



Name:Inubashiri Momiji
Nickname: Black Star
Age: 14
Gender:Male
Village:Kirigakure before joining Kumogakure
Village Rank: Jounin
Skill Rank: A


Height:5'2"
Weight:49.8 kg
Hair color:Blue
Eye Color:green
Looks Image:Avatar above
Looks Description: Inubashiri is a young male who looks rather toned considering his age his hair is rather messy blue hair dressed in a black sleeveless vest that has metal bars on the edges. These metal bars clip together and go all the way down to his waist. His collar is rather long which hides the bottom part of his face if you are looking at him from a distance, or you are the same height as him. He has one grey pants that stop about mid to lower calf and some grey and black shoes.



Personality Description: Despite his age Momiji is a rather mature and knowledgable person, and even despite his young figure he carries himself and personality as if he is too old for the shell he is harboring as if he is living a life that is not his own, since his belief in that is such he convinced himself that he was infact reborn at one point and time even going as far as to say that he is not of the human, or material world. Rather knowledgable when it comes to sharing his views and information Momiji believes not in the weapon nor the first, though he will use both if needed, but he believes that words can kill a man just as bad as a weapon can. And so his battles are fought in speeches and talks not just on the battlefield.
Momiji has also convinced himself that his body in turn is old acting the part of an old geezer even to the point where he would make a fool of himself as to going so far as acting as if his back is broken and feeling boat loads of pain, however Momiji is deceptive in all of his ways as he also beliefs that there are multiple masks to wear, and that each one has a secret.
Likes: Honey Suckle, Political disputes, drama love stories.
Dislikes: young whipper snappers, bad karma, nose bleeds.
Catch Phrases: None
Nindo: Find the words to kill what is infront of you then be free.



Element Affinity: None
Sub Element Affinity: None



History: Born an orphan Momiji was taken in by a kirigakure villager at a young age and even though Momiji didn't cry he looked to this elderly woman very much like a mother and the now new mother looked at this blue hair green eyed boy like a son. At the age of one Momiji was figuring out little toys he had infront of them as if they were no problem at all and his mother watched him closely but not with amaze nor fear, but she watched him with an honor only developed when a bond like theirs was formed. As he grew he understood things that would seem like it would take ages to learn and even though most of the kids in his village played and wandered about in a chaotic fashion Momiji stayed at home and learned what it meant to be responsible and what it meant to understand all things around him. To him this goal was much more desired than going out and enjoying the life of a child, even at one point and time during the age of six he had told his mother that he didn't feel as if he was himself that he was someone else inside of the shell that was infront of her. Somehow his mother understood how else could she tell herself that Momiji was some kind of freak who just so happened to show up at the doors of the Kirigakure. His mother did however wonder what happened to his parents but no one really knew not even the Mizukage could tell her where this child came from, and Momiji never questioned it what was important to him was the now, the present, and not the future for it hadn't happened yet. To some during the times he did go outside he seemed conceited, at least the children thought it so, but the adults were astounded when he opened his mouth to share his information with them and couldn't even explain how he knew such things he did. He explained how the stars worked the seasons of the year and their representation, but when he was asked about the ninja way and what it contained Momiji ran aground. For the first time he was astounded at himself that he didn't know such things when it should have been as simple as caculating the outcomes of a blizzard storm, yet still he couldn't conjure up one thought in the cerebrum of his mind to try and justify what he knew. Another goal had come to the mind of Momiji and that was to attend the Kirigakure academy and fashion himself a ninja,as well as learn all he can about becoming a ninja and what it held.

When he was the age of thirteen he applied himself to the academy and underwent a series of test to jog the mind and shape the brain to their liking. To Momiji the tests were but a simple understanding and common knowledge in terms of combat something that didn't shake the surface of his shell nor the internals of the same vassal either. Each test presented itself easy, but when he had entered the ring with another ninja he came in with a weapon. Now he couldn't explain to himself why he wanted a weapon or what the weapon would do for him, but he kept it on the back hand of his palm just incase he needed it. All of but four minutes passed, and Momiji found himself panting searching for air that he had previously. Quickly his mind and body adjust when he caught hint of a deep breathing method which helped level the bodies air way and circulate the blood properly. Never bothering to give the emotions to show a means of happiness nor joy his inner most thought and reason behind it was that he was just too old to care for it. The second round came the next day and Momiji almost like an expert handled the fellow ninja right away by having calculated how the ninja moved as well as the multiple choices of attacks he could be setting up to use. With Mizukage watching and others the Previous Mizukage was impressed with what he saw. His mind ran deep with thought of this kid being a prodigy prodigies were a once in a thousand year thing, and this kid looked as if he was showing the potential to be a prodigy. After the final match lasted longer than both The mizukage wished to test Momiji's mettle on the battlefield. A baptism through fire and so with word he moved out towards his destination, a kid going on an A rank mission was next to suicide given that most of the Jounin of the village disagreed, but the Mizukage had other thoughts if the kid was a prodigy then it would be no problem for him to handle and if he died then it would be just another person he'd have to forget about. The mission on the other hand had to do with a group of missing nin who had sabotaged a small farmers village. When Momiji arrived the ambush was almost instant, but as the long hours passed Momiji had found himself blood driven and thirsty for more fighting. A year later after multiple missions and suicide runs he was appointed Jounin rank at the age of fourteen and was considered perhaps the youngest Jounin of his age.

Throughout the years after Momiji carried out what missions he was given, but with time began to see that fighting on the battlefield didn't sate him nomore, but left something of a hollow hole in his body. He found more thrill in words than he did in the actions of the body. Recalling back to when he was about the age of nine he had met the Anbu Captain of Kumogakure and the both of them had an interesting talk one to which the anbu captain was impressed with what he knew and vice versa. With his things in hand Momiji packed up and headed for Kumogakure. No longer considered a Jounin towards the village of Kirigakure but a Jounin level ninja who is just going his way as an adviser.
RP Sample: During his walks through the lands he had his hands stuffed in his pockets in a sort of silence with a honey suckle in his mouth Momiji carried on about his merry way he didn't move like an old man, but surely he felt it in the fiber of his being. The wind was blowing this day and along his stride towards his destination he had his an open field that appeared on both sides of him he looked around for a moments time stopping mid stride to take in the view. His green eyes gazed at the sunset for a moment it was quite something to look at, but he didn't have time to stay and look at it. As he began to walk again his memory jogged back to when he was a younger man and his mother was teaching him responsibility in chores something that not all children had gotten right away, but Momiji wanted to learn that. Responsibility was always his thing and if you messed up then you were the one to blame and no one else. One couldn't simple take the mantle on their shoulder without consequence someone had to pay up it was that, or live the rest of your life in shame and Momiji wasn't about to spend his life in that sort of manner. Momiji remembered his mother taught him to sweep the floors much like a painting of someone he had seen on a street he noticed the broom itself moved like a paint brush, and the wielder had to be elegant with the brush as well. He took the broom in his hand and with a series of steps and movements he was aiming to make the broom as elegant a tool as possible, and made an attempt as well to make it look..Fun to sweep. Momiji found great joy in this and moved to and fro with the broom as his mother sat in a chair and watched him. On the table she had a cup of green tea in her hand and she was sipping it every now and again as she watched the young lad move about the room like a dancer who had been consumed by the music he so loved. Momiji really was something else there was no lying in that, and his mother knew that all to well. Often times his mothers friends would come over and talk to her while Momiji was in the back sweeping and moving as he did the first time he fell in love with the chore. The next task was washing and washing clothes was something of an art in itself as well from dipping the clothes in the water mixed with certain herbs and cleaning salts to going outside and twisting them to run them dry, then going to hang them up to let the wind un-wrinkle and dry out the clothes even more it was also something he looked at as an art, and his mother enjoyed that the boy was so eager to learn the small things.

Momiji gained a sort of foundation in all of his works of cleaning and chores building up strength and muscles, but as time passed Momiji could see that the elderly woman who took him in as a baby was getting old and beginning to fade from the earthly world. So he began to run about the streets from store to store just to get the things they needed to survive. Momiji never asked about her lover though she spoke about him sometimes. Even went as far as mentioning she had a son who was a jounin, but that he had died in a war Momiji didn't let these things bother him though he felt a weight on his heart. He knew he needed to tend to her and carry on with what was needed to be done. Momiji learned all of these things from his mother even going as far as treading out in storms to get what was needed sometimes violent storms occured, and his mother begged him not to go out but with her coughing as she did he couldn't get her medicines for her, and she would fade faster. So he weathered all that nature could through at him planting one foot after the other and using his arms to black the sharp rain's path, or wind, or the flashes of lightning to get to where he needed to go. When he had come back his mother was coughing more than she had and quickly with a cup and the medicine salts in hand he had her talk the salts before chasing them with water. She was panting heavily, but Momiji's expressions didn't waver he watched with serious green eyes as she smiled gently at him and laid back down, "Thank you my boy." she said, and Momiji nodded before getting from the side of her and heading for his room. She knew that if she needed anything all she had to do was call on him and he would come running he was a good boy indeed and she agreed with the thought. Some years later when Momiji came home he had found his mother dead on her bed and as he approached her he just stared at her in silence. He didn't shed a tear nor did he mourn, but simply just watched in silence. Understanding Death in all the logical senses he could after looking at her he turned around and went to his room as he began to pack things up essentials he might need, and stopped thinking back on the beginning til now and where he was he was paused for a second for the memories of his mother had him froze before he began to pack his things again and head out. Momiji lifted his head from the memory as the last bits of it were of him leaving and he vanished over the hill headed for his destination.