Rave Reviews

Name: Gijutsushi "Gi"
Nickname: Gi, The Raven King
Age: 320
Gender: Male

Height: 6'4
Weight: 190
Appearance: Tall and broad, Gi stands at an imposing height that sees him towering over many and puts him a whole head over many of his fellows and peers. He possesses an almost foreign vibe, partially by attribution of his heritage, particularly that of his extremely pale skin, radiantly blond hair, and pale icy blue eyes. Unlike some of his clan, he did not recieve the entirely opalescent oculars (barf) but instead has the slightly hint of blue, prompting long stares into his cool visage. His hair cascades fabulously all about in long and luscious curls which rest easily upon his shoulders and, once more, set him apart from much of the low-born rabble in the slums of Yuki.

While huge and muscular, honing a body of rippling muscle which vallys only insofar as to make way for the next expansive ridge of powerful tissue, his overall affectation is swift, light, sleek, and lithe. Unlike many of his peers, one would find it difficult to call him ripped or bulky for the longness in his fingers, limbs, neck, and narrow face make him appear much more aerodynamic that a simple BMI would say. And he plays into this elegance with a high refinement of dress, choosing garbs of high quality and make, such as well tailored pants and beautiful button-up shirts which he leaves unbuttoned to his naval. In nearly all things he seems in love with exposing his body to anyone who would like to look.

His movements reflect his divine smoothness: he hardly ever walks, but instead sashays about; he does not merely lift a cup to his mouth but raises a chalice to take a long, cool drink; he does not have sex but ravishes the body and soul of those with whom he shares his bed. And, when he has it his way, he shares his bed with many. He does not prefer long monologues about his nonsense ideals but, when he does speak, his rich baritone pleases all those who can hear. For those unfortunately without such abilities, his tongue will happily please their ears if only they ask.

Land: Yukigakure
Character Rank: A
Clan: Ootsutsuki
Element: N/A

Personality: -Warp-speed Chic-
Gijutsushi reminisces of something like a classical gentleman filtered through the ambient musings of a scratched up piece of vinyl minted fifty years prior and focusing primarily on a futuristic vision of good times and frenetic techno-pop; or, he is a perfect mashup between a night of fine bourbon and cigar smoking and strobed dance floor covered in sweat from the overuse of molly. All of this to say that, on the most surface of levels, he eschews the expectations one might form upon first seeing his elegance and dapperness in favor of a wild and joy-filled mixture of those same refinements taken to an extreme level and with just a touch of the devilishly insane tossed in for good measure. And obviously both shaken and then stirred up.

He loves his vices, likely because they are vices, and thus you will find his drinking, smoking, fighting, brawling, goading, flirting, baiting, shouting, dancing the disco, disrupting the peace as much as possible. Most around him find it impossible to tell if he is bisexual or simply a chronic flirt and tease, but most assuredly he loves his women and, by sheer volume of noise, the sound as if they love him too, unless of course transience is a turn-off for you; but, is life not a fleeting moment? In conversation he moves for bluntness and dislikes pussy-footing around in formalities, though he can trade barbs with the best of them, and it appears that he cannot take anything seriously whatsoever, always caught with a little grin on his face, an invitation to ask away and join in his drunken reveries.

And, of course, he is a ninja, and a highly skilled one at that. It can be easy to forget that someone so fun, so comical, so goofy at times, has such raw power held within him. He has an extreme mastery of chakra as expected of a trained shinobi and one of his blood, though he does not fully comprehend the nature of that second part. With no Ootsutsuki really around, he no longer has much if any attachment to the clan and has all but forgotten their past and heritage. Pitiable, sure, but this also means that the extent to which he has mastered his bloodline is quite impressive for it is entirely self taught. While he is wanton and wild, the man has a burning drive and insurmountable tenacity. Of course, he is clever, of course he has his own motives, but he much prefers to goof around and play with his food before eating it.


Character History: Unknown to history in any meaningful sense, Gi woke up one day in the bed of some strange woman, deep in the foot hills of a huge rice patty. Time to book it, if you will, before something nasty happened, but not before enjoying a hearty breakfast and a bit of the woman's... desert. This would, for years now, mark the typical existence of the man who had so long ago left the Village of Snow in favor of seeking fame and fortune and adventure, or at least a decently good time while pointlessly traveling about. And good times he had had, seeing the major and the minor villages, sampling their food, their sake, their woman. He had tormented their men and military, evaded capture by every police and ANBU division he had encountered, and smoked and drank his way through every reserve of tobacco and alcohol some of the smaller collections of huts between nations had managed to accrue.

However, in such a storied life, he had lost so much information about himself. Due to alcohol? Who is to say, but in the world of shinobi something as banal as that seemed... highly unlikely. Regardless, beyond the most basics of his life, age and homeland and the like, he remembers nothing from his childhood at all; no happy memories of home, no smiling mother, stern father, protective brother, nothing. We are born alone and die alone and all that, after all, so why should life be any different? Past and memories of ancient wars are so boring and tedious, so painful and sad, that it's probably better to forget them anyway. And besides, the past seems more and more fungible anyway, so what good would memory even do? Best to be powerful and write your own path.

But, a monster such a Gi is not simply born, are they? No, he was made, through hard and hardened training; he must have gone to the academy, and for him to be a part of Yukigakure, accepted without question, he must have been at that academy at some point. He has no access to such records though and so cannot confirm nor deny the truth of this. He has all this power, all of these abilities, and yet every day he feels that he retrieves something from his past, today the Ten Finger Drilling Bullets, and perhaps tomorrow a towering forest of bone, or a giant lioness of chakra.

Regardless of parentage or of heritage, what matters is the most recent past. Musty wars and ancient rivalries are picked up, tried on, and discarded without a second glance, thrown out faster than a light coat in the middle of a summer in the Village Hidden in that which is of course called the Sands, such a hot an sweltering place. No, the present is better, easier, more immediate, more real, and at least a little bit less changeable. You cannot so easily lie about what you currently see in front of you, and what you see in front of you here is a tall, beautiful man with a silly cowboy hat and an expertly crafted white silken shirt moseying on out of the small hut of a single use paramour to return back to the village that - maybe - raised him. It had been years since last he peered across the width of that snowy tundra with but a single glance and he had fallen a bit down on the luck. Maybe a new leader would have sprung up, one more wiling indulge a request for money, just a small and efficient loan such that he could slake his thirst. Nothing much. Besides, it was not as if the village - this or any other - had ever been in the business of actually keeping track of anything. Nearly no one kept debt ledgers or anything of the sort and, in his experience, only Kusagakure and, more recently, Amegakure, dreary as ever, even bothered to budget at all. Conversely, they tended to have the best tobacco and spirits respectively, but stealing from them was also a bit harder. But, no matter, for the road ahead was long and cold. There will be time to muse later.