Name: Roland 'Bishop' Otsutsuki
Age: 23
Birthday: 11/17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Roland, or Bishop as he was called for a time, is a man with a preference to hide his face. It is not because of scars or anything involving vanity, the cause is a bit more than skin deep. The Otsutsuki has dark brown hair, it is commonly mistaken for black and does not shine. His skin is pale, like porcelain due to his nocturnal habits and his tutoring more than anything else. He oft wears black cloaks, and has an extreme assortment of masks for every occasion. Bishop as his code name was is a light person, but his body is packed with long muscles keeping his look slim despite the strength, Roland is also not on the tall side, he stands at only five foot six currently, though he hopes to grow before he reaches his end.
Personality: Roland is calculating above all other things, he enjoys reading situations and was raised to do so. Within a dark corner of Umikagure Roland was raised to hunt and track his own ninja brethren and it has shaped his personality immensely. Roland Otsutsuki was not the type of person who enjoyed killing in cold blood, but he was soon broken down to be convinced of it's need for political and defensive assassinations. The odd ninja has been forced to be detail oriented and to track and hunt others, recreating the scenes as they go down. To sum it up, he was built to be a detective but his heart suited the diplomat. Nowadays Roland enjoys jokes, games and riddles more, but he still has his hard wiring deep within.
History: Roland at a young age was brought up to hunt down and destroy rival faction, and rouge ninjas. It was not a task he enjoyed, or agreed with, the zealousness in which others would condemn humans made Roland sick since he could remember. However it was his lot in life, and if Roland was anything, it was dutiful and thus he never disobeyed a single command, no matter how reprehensible. While this training benefited him a lot(teaching him how to walk silently, remove your scent completely, and fool other's eyes) it also shaved away at the conscious of the young boy. No person should ever go through killing another, but if one has to it should not be at the age of ten. Roland remembered that thought most of all that night, the night he first took the life of another. It was odd, he had heard from others that it would be a rush, thrill or even sickening but he did not feel any of that. Roland just felt sorrow, great sorrow that set his heart against the source of the action, instead of the action itself. Each kill brought more and more resentment into this young man, resentment at the shadows within his village, and each kill brought more and more training in stealth, tracking and most of all killing without leaving a trace.
+ Mysteries
+ History
+ Learning
+ Training
+ Secrets
Dislikes: - Vast, immeasurable, amounts of water
- Bugs
- Hypocrites
- Bullies
- Bright Days
Ninja Traits
Rank: SS
Village: Ukiyoe
Element(s): Fire, Wind, Earth
Clan: Otsutsuki
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Roleplay Sample: ~Infiltration~
Roland stood upon a jutting outcrop of rock, the crumbling precipice upon which he stood jabbed into the sky as if the ground wanted to gouge out some piece of the sky but Roland did not care about that, he only cared about the view it gave him. Beneath the wind cover, some fifty yards below was a group of bandits huddled around the fire. Roland doubted they would be able to smell him over the overpowering acrid flavor of smoked meat which filled the canyon below but one could never be too careful. It was odd to the ninja from Umi that nobody would ever think of looking upwards, it was a sign of being lax, a sign of being the sheep his teacher always ranted about. Luckily for Roland, these men were sheep like he thought, else he would have been falling fifty yards with a kunai wedged into one of his eyes. Instead the bandits ate, drank and spoke loudly of their soon-to-be exploits upon his village. The last bit of course covered the other sense the one known as Bishop cared about, sound could be the worse but again, he was lucky this time.
It was over in mere moments, the bandits did not stand much of a chance even against the natural weapons the Ninja used. '
And the look of surprise was exquisite' Roland thought to himself grinning ear to ear in his black, skintight suit which covered everything except the space around his eyes. The muscles on his cheeks caused the thin fabric to move like a second skin and soon Roland had finished cleaning up. The seven men were bound and hung from a tree, gravity pulled the coagulating liquid out from their mortal wounds and allowed for the development of red roses of blood to form underneath the men. It was a sign of course, thus die all invaders, at least that's what his teacher had said. To Roland it just felt like messing with the dead, and that thought made him feel even more uncomfortable.
Thus began his return as the sun began to bleed it's own form of purple blood, the colors forming in bands along the evening sky and lightening Roland's heart. Now it was time to tell 'The Master' of his success, long ago Bishop had asked why he could not simply report to the Kage, he never received an answer other than the beating and thus the questions stopped. Now, Roland knew better, he knew that what they were doing was not officially condoned by the village. After all, it was not always bandits that Bishop's blade was sent upon. Still it was better not to think or morals, and just complete the mission and that is what Roland planned to do. So it was that the boy crept his way around to a place, hidden just outside of the village, to return his report.
The place was dark, and damp reeking of old age and seclusion or that was what the thirteen year old attributed the smells to. For all he knew 'The Master' had lined the walls three corpses deep, just the thought made him sigh and hope for an out. Quickly he wiped his mind clean however and put up his mental blocks, while it was not oft that his mind was probed, Roland did not wish to be caught off guard. While thinking of this and centering himself, Roland descended further through a maze of underground tunnels, trees, and roots.
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