Alias: 'The Crow'
Faction: Hojo
Ethnicity: Japanese
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 152 lbs.
Eye Color: Azure Blue
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Appearance:
Masaru is built sturdy, but not overly muscular. He is as
close to peak physical condition as one could get. His attire
doesn't stray too far from the traditional ninja garb, though
he prefers to wear some light armor over it for protection.
However, he is proficient of the art of coercion and
disguise. So its possible for him to be wearing anything
depending on the task at hand.
He has short, dark brown rough cut hair, and is usually seen
with a mask over his face unless undercover. There is also a
tattoo above his right eye. A mixture of other tattoos or
brands could be found covering the majority of his body.
Underneath the mask.the ladies might call him handsome, were
it not for the scar running from the left corner of his mouth
across his cheek.
Personality:
Though Masaru is still young, his hatred of the human race
drives nearly everything that he does. He is always coercive,
doing anything and everything he can to get ahead of others.
He views most people as stains on this beautiful planet, so
Masaru isn't afraid to sacrifice someone if he thinks the
ends with meet his needs.
However even though this was his outlook on the people that
surrounded him, he was an excellent actor. Had had gained
many 'friends' and 'allies', some whom he selfishly
sacrificed. His ability to hide the truth from people was
exceptional. And unless you knew who he really was, you would
think he was a genuinely nice person.
However when the mask was truly removed, Masaru is cruel,
hateful and rude. Almost to the point of being a psychopath.
He has a sick sense of humor, and can easily justify even the
most morally wrong decisions without losing any sleep. If he
wants you dead, give.him the slightest opportunity and he
would slit your throat.
History:
Kazhima Masaru was always a quiet child growing up. His
parents were farmers that had provided for themselves within
the Sagami territory. He had often heard stories of the
secret shadows that had made a name for themselves within the
region. He had even dreamed of becoming a shinobi himself.
However it seemed he ultimately wouldn't have a choice.
In the dead of night, the shadows of death crept upon
Masaru's village. The siege probably only lasted a few
minutes before the Hojo had overrun them. And the boy never
found out the reason for it because he was abducted and
indoctrinated at the age of six. And it was only months
before the young child forgot who he had been, or where he
had come from. Masaru lived and breathed the Hojo.
For years he was trained in the art of stealth and combat.
Ruthless trials and endless tests of ability. The young boy
found combat to be fun and had dove head first into all of
his studies. From weapons training to shinobi tool
familiarization, it wasn't long before he began to excel and
with his success came the venom of others.
On several occasions he found himself in confrontation with
others, both verbally and physically. And as the body grew
physically and mentally, his personality grew colder and each
confrontation more vicious than the previous. It wasn't long
before he found himself ambushed by a couple of his fellow
Nin'. The situation had ended in their demise and Masaru's
descent onto the darkest of paths.
Soon enough he began to devise a series of plans, which with
careful calculation he put in motion. Masaru didn't know the
outcome of what would happen if people found out he was a
murder. So instead of taking direct routes he would simply
begin to manipulate the situation, pulling the strings from
the shadows he so desperately loved.
It wasn't long before he created in-fighting and conflict
began. Masaru had learned that the human race could easily be
subconsciously mind controlled, manipulated through
suggestive thinking, doublespeak and the right placement of
false evidence and a pull on emotions.
And it had all culminated in the fury of battle between his
most hated of enemies. From under his mask, those bright
azure blue ovals stared with anticipation as he watched them
all kill each other. A few wounded survivors were the last to
see the Kazhima boy materialize from from the shadows, only
to have him approach each separately.
A sadistic smile on his face as he would drop low to stare at
them inches from their face. Those azure blue hues the last
thing they saw before the light faded from their own.
Unbeknownst to Masaru, but he hadn't been the only one
watching. Before the boy could leave the area, another man
slipped from the shadows opposite of him.
The eerie slate black mask he wore gave the Kazhima boy the
most uncomfortable feeling. The eyes he knew were staring at
him couldn't be seen. Whatever the material was that made up
the mask, the nin practically had a suit of armor made from
the same thing. Before Masaru could even attempt to speak, a
creepy voice sounded out, hollow and just barely above a
whisper.
"You are the one who orchestrated this, yes? No need to
answer.. I have been watching you. Watching everything.."
For some reason Masaru found it impossible to speak. It
wasn't that he couldn't think of the words, it was the
physical aspect. He literally couldn't when he tried. It was
then that he came to the realization that he was holding his
breath against his own will. He would force his eyes closed,
only to feel as if they were being ripped open again. And to
make things worse, the masked man that had been a few yards
away was now a mere two feet in front of him.
"I saw you at odds with all of them. I saw you deal your
hand, you played your cards well.. This victory is but a
small step on your path, young one.."
Those azure hues buldged out wide as he watched his hand
lift, and in a dark purple puff of haze of energy, six cards
materialized. Masaru could only see the front side of one
though. A beautifully etched black and white crow, with a
strange black symbol above it. The picture burned forever in
his mind.
"You have been marked, Kazhima Masaru.. As 'The Crow' soars
above death, so shall you.."
The man would extend his arm, the card slowly floating toward
his as if gravity itself bent around it. It would flutter
closer and closer, until the symbol on the card made contact
with the left side of his forehead, just above his eye. it
burned like the white hot of a brand was pressed upon his
skin.
And in a few brief minutes the masked man would dissipate in
a haze of that same purple energy. The distant caw of a black
bird sounded out as Masaru realized he was currently laying
upon the ground. And as if the wind itself whispered in his
ear, he heard the voice one last time.
"..I will come to you again.."
It took a few days for Masaru to recover. The experience was
frightening to say the least. Even more so because he had no
idea what any of it had meant, nor did he know who the black
masked man was. He couldn't help but feel paranoid as weeks
upon weeks passed him by. Every few days the event replayed
over in his head, almost as if it was to remind him of an
oath he never had a choice in taking.
It soon came time for him to take his place within shinobi
ranks and ascend upward within the Hojo faction. He wasnt
sure what exactly lay in store for him, but he was sure that
by the end of it all, Kazhima Masaru would set the world on
fire.. And 'The Crow' would fly above the blaze.
Stats
Strength: 5
Dexterity: 10
Constitution: 8
Wisdom: 15
Spirit: 12
Inventory:
| Slot | Item(s) |
| Weapons | |
| Primary | Dual Blade: A fancy dual-bladed sword with a blade that goes up to 3 feet on either side. Just be careful not to poke yourself when fighting! +3 Str |
| Secondary | |
| Back | |
| Legs | |
| Head | |
| Helmet/Bandana | |
| Mask | |
| Earrings | |
| Torso | |
| Chestplate | |
| Shoulders | |
| Necklace | |
| Kimono | |
| Arms | |
| Arms | |
| Gauntlets | |
| Rings | |
| Legs | |
| Hakama | |
| Belt | |
| Greaves | |
| Boots | |
| Miscellaneous | |
| - | Good Luck Charm: Meant to protect you in battle. Add on Item: Can be worn in any slot along with another item. +2 Str, +2 Dex, +2 Con, +2 Wis, +2 Spr |
| - | |
| - | |
| - | |
| Stored | |
Bio Approval Phrase:"The enemy is at Honnouji!"
