Name: Zento Anichi
Age: 35
Birthday:unknown
Gender: male
Appearance: Zento stands as a tall man at six foot seven inches. He has snow white hair that reaches down to his eyes.His face normally showing under the mask that of someone who is bored and emotionless. On the top of his head lays a green hat like a military man that casts a shadow over the upper half of his face. Only showing his blood red eyes. Over his face lays an ANBU mask. Once belonging to his father. The mask appears to be the face of a wolf with sliver tribal like markings across the face and what appears to be fangs on the end of the mask. For the skin that is seen to the eye, he appears to be a very tan man. His body covered in a long green coat that reaches down to his legs. Wearing white gloves that appear to be made out of a fine silk.
Under the coat he appears to be wearing a black tank top with green pants and black combat boots. He is very well built and appears to be younger than he really is with all the work hes done with his body. Covering his chest is scars from battle and a big one over the part his heart is in appearing to have been once blown open with a paper bomb. On his belt appears to be several scrolls which contain his puppets and other weapons of his makings. The scrolls differing in color for what is inside the scrolls.
Attached to the right leg his a kunai pouch holding most of his projectile weapons and hanging next to it is a pouch full of his powder poison. Attached behind him on his belt is another pouch with a black notebook which he normally keeps on him to write down notes and ideas for new puppets when he's at work. Also in the pouch is an emergency medical supply for poisons and toxin cures in case he would ever be affected by those.
Personality: Zento is a man of many characteristics. People normally can't even get a beat on him. He is a man that acts however he feels like he should act at the time being. He can be a goofy man and act like he doesn't have a care in the world one seconds. The next, killing in cold blood without hesitation. Even if it was a lover of his. Something that Zento takes to heart that all know is his job and loyalty to people. Nothing could shake that off of who he is.
The traits that people normally see is that he enjoys his alone time. Working on new toys and puppets. He seems to care about people and help them out which is a strange thing for an ANBU black ops who kills without question. He enjoys nature and spending his time outside and feeling the nice breeze along his skin. He's mainly seen outside during the spring time. Mainly in a forest looking around for materials and enjoying the weather outside.
Other traits that people see is him always getting into things he should have no worry about. An old woman trying to put up a sign, he will walk by without saying a word and helping out. Tipping his hat, and normally leaving. They seem to see he's a man of few words and for good reasons. Do to him always being alone and having to do the missions he does. The assassination missions do tend to make people into a keep to themselves kind of people.
History: Zento was a hard worker. Even at the young age he was at. Since he was able to walk, Zento would help out around the house however he could. His father died before Zento was born when going on a mission for the village. Held over the fireplace is his fathers ANBU mask. Zento's mother begged for him to not become a shinobi and work at the shop with her. He politely agreed to stay away from that life for her. He was happy not being a shinobi. He rather enjoyed being a shop boy making toys for the children in the village.
Zento enjoyed the years he would work at that shop. Eventually making puppets like his mother and father before him. He had quite a talent at it. The one jutsu he did get to learn was the Chakra String. Which at the age of eight was a master at. He would show how puppets he made work using the jutsu and was praised by his hard work by the shinobi who used them edging him to join the shinobi and help them. But as always, he would respectfully decline the offer.
One day when Zento was eleven years old, him and his mother were walking back to the village when suddenly a group of bandits would come out to take the money and supplies they had on them. His mother pleading with them to stop and leave peacefully, yet they wouldn't listen. Grabbing his mother, Zento would move forward to her but having a hand appear from the shadows and grab his face. Throwing him to the cart. Laying there and looking with dazed eyes as the men looked up and down his mother. Their hands all over her.
Her screams were muffled out with a rag going over her lips as they tossed her to the ground. Zento knew he had to do something. Struggling back up, he would grab a scroll and open it. out popped a puppet in the form of the grim reaper. Moving forward at blinding speeds, it would slice through one of the men. Watching the blood fly over his mother with eyes of shock and horror still. The puppet circled back around and sliced through the second man. The third one grabbing his mother and putting her in the way, Zento, not having time to react. sliced through his mother. Cutting her head clean off and watching as the scythe of the puppet stabbed into the mans neck.
Zento's eyes widened as he watched her head roll over to him. A blank look on her face and blood leaving her eyes. Was she weeping? Zento fell to the ground and screamed as loud as he could. The leaf Shinobi finally showing up after hearing his scream. Seeing the bodies and him being the only one to survive. The boy walked past them with his emotionless look on his face that everyone knew him to have and spoke calmly. "This can't happen again. I will fix this......"
Joining the academy to become a shinobi like his father, Zento was a fast learner and quickly was becoming a strong opponent to deal with. He didn't care much for the tests. When the practice rounds started, The chuunin in charge would end the fight before Zento would end up breaking the bones of the other students. Graduating early, He joined his team.
Zento knew how to work with them but mainly spent his time alone. He didn't think it was good to get close with people because he knew they would die sooner or later. So there wasn't really a point for him to get to know any of them. He just worked for the village. That's all there was to it. He didn't want to become a family. He didn't have one. Didn't need one. His team didn't find that to be the best quality for him to have under his belt. But he still worked very well with his team. After a few years, he was ready to join his team for the Chuunin exams.
The test was fairly easy for him. He would secretly study these move sets when he was in his room while his mother slept. The forest of death was a new story though. He walked around feeling the trees and the grass. Taking a vile and a kunai, he followed a snake and put its head through the ring and slammed one of its fangs into the vile. Then getting a needle and putting it in his back pocket. Sneaking up behind one of the enemy teams, he would stick the needle in the persons neck. saying he would inject the poison if they didn't hand over the scroll. They obeyed the order and Zento's team would leave. Zento however, injected the man anyways and walked away. Not a care in the world as the man took his last breath. It was the life of a shinobi to die. Zento would meet his maker at one point. So will they. All Zento was doing was speeding that process up.
He would do his matches and win. Fighting hard and being smart about all of his matches. Easily making his way to Chuunin at the age of fourteen. Going on harder and harder missions, one of the heads of the leaf village began to worry about his power and sent him on an assassination mission that he would most likely fail. Zento however, completed the mission in one night. Not a soul who saw him lived.
The man was in Zento's house when he returned the day after news spread about the mob bosses assassination. Speaking to him about the ANBU corpse. Talking about how his father was once in it and how fine of a job he did as an assassin. Stating Zento had the same gift as his father and should follow in his foot steps. Memories going back and forth in his head about the life he was making for himself. He knew he should make the answer a no. But, he wanted to make a change in the world. Being a shadow, Zento could do so without the recognition for all the evil deeds he had to do. He would agree.
They asked for him to become a Special Jounin and make his work around the village seeing who all was around and see who was truly loyal to the village. He didn't mind making these terms before becoming a member of the village
Zento still kept to himself. Not speaking too much to anyone but always being there. In the shadows and helping with the little things in life. But at night, he would slip on his fathers old mask. Ready to end the life of the name he got on a piece of paper. Protecting this village and the people in it. He was home. The village was his home. He lost that once before in his life, he didn't want to lose it again.
Likes: the village, people, joking, writing, walks
Dislikes: smoking, random fighting, invaders.
Ninja Traits
Rank: Special Jounin
Village: Leaf
Element(s): Fire
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Stats
(B)Physical:
(C)-Strength- Power of physical attacks, how much they can lift and how much they can understandably carry.
(B)-Locomotive Speed- Used to determine how fast someone can attack, run or throw.
(B)-Reaction Speed- Used to determine how they react to attacks, movement of limbs in a stationary position and such.
(C)-Health- Used to determine how many hits one can take.
(C)Mental:
(C)-Thought Speed- Used to determine the speed of the user's thought, this is like reaction but for planning.
(D)-Jutsu Knowledge- Used to determine how many highest rank jutsu you can use(Rank above you)
(C)-Willpower- Used to resist mental attacks/effects
(D)-Mental Sharpness- Used to determine power of mental attacks/effects
(B)Chakra:
(C)-Chakra Capacity- Used to determine how many jutsus user can cast
(B)-Sealing and Spacial/Time- Used to determine how fast jutsus of this kind are activated/speed/power.
(C)-Medical and Physical Enhancement-
(C)-Ninjutsu and Kinjutsu-
(B)-Poisons and Puppetry-
The Player
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Roleplay Sample: The area was a calm. It was a stage that many have battled before back in ancient times. The roman colosseum is where this battle with two old warriors will take part. It was the middle of the day by the dark stormy clouds made it seem as though it was night. Not a single soul in sight. Almost as though the town was a ghost town. And that it was! For the man was standing alone in the middle of this great battle ground. Slaying all who were in the area as to not be disturbed. There was a lot that had to be done. A battle. One for the ages. Something that he wanted to have. A Proud man. One who had worked for years on end becoming who he was. Zento is his name. The world knew him once as Zento the Janitor. A personal joke of his for being a janitor as places and hiding who and what he really was. A puppet master. A member of Yotobi. A group of people who watched over the worlds. What were they watching for? No one really knew what they were planning. But all feared and respected them.
Zento remembers those days. When Yotobi was starting out. Already coming out strong. Having the world in the palm of their hands. Living on there mountain. It was the only place Zento ever called home. It was where he could be himself. He didn't have to worry about anything. He didn't have to do anything. He was free. His job was to simply protect the side he lived on. Zento was the guardian of the West side of the mountain. He loved that side of the mountain. It had the perfect sunset. Something people would only dream about on a perfect ending of a day. Zento would spend every day watching it. Enjoying every moment of it.
Back at the arena, Zento was not alone. For this fight he needed his best. The top ten puppets in his collection. His secret stash. Standing side by side, Zento was in the middle. On the far right stood a puppet holding two swords. Wearing a grey suit and white gloves. A silver cross hanging around his neck and resting on his chest. His face however, did not look like that of a human. But of long weeds covered in thorns. All tightening up around his face. The same sounds could be heard coming from all over his body.
The secrets within this puppet was something no man would ever want to come out. Standing next to that puppet was the one called Demon Hunter. Looking like a man in a long red cloak and long black hair down to his lower back. His collar covering the lower half of his face. His hair covered the right side of his face. So the only part of his face that could be see was his left eye. A golden color in his eye and shining bright. In his hand was what appeared to be a revolver. Inside special types of bullets for him. Ones that he coated in a special poison. Something hell itself was afraid to have be drunk by anyone. On his chest was the symbols saying Hell Hound. Something the puppet used to show he hunted down his opponents. Or maybe more.
Standing next to Demon Hunter was ironically, the Devil. This puppet was about the same size as Zento. His wings spreading out as the size of him. The edges of the wing sharpened and the horns on the ends of each wing shining with the liquid covering it. His razor sharp four inch claws shining the same color as the horns on the wings. lightly dripping on the fingers. His body was a blood red color and appeared to be a well built human form with muscle tone. His legs looking light that of a goats. The mechanics in his legs could be heard as he bounced up and down slowly as though enjoying himself at the moment. A silly puppet.
After Devil, there was the Black Knight. Standing tall with his sword at his hip. The lining in the eyes glow red. His body covered in the black armor of the abyss. His sword handle showing as though it was decaying but it was as sturdy and strong as any sword. The puppet put his hand on his blade and slowly pulled it out. The blade looking almost deformed. Showing small waves in the blade like it was disintegrated on parts. But the blade was as sharp as ever. A small drop of liquid leaving the blade and hitting the floor. Not only could the sand be heard of a small sizzling, but a small line of smoke could be seen leaving the spot. The blade was a very special blade zento made. It was to keep itself from being harmed by this deadly poison. Of course, the armor itself was also having a small coat of that special materiel he made. just in case.
Right there. Standing next to the top hat man, was Regime. Standing taller than most. Other than a dog standing to the left of Zento, Regime had a hood covering his head and the shadow covering his face to keep itself away from public view. His body covered in this cloak. His cloak was seen to be as a dark gray and his body was wide and a small lining of his body could be seen from the small opening in his body. Red wires slowly moving around his chest was all that could be seen.
Standing on Zento's left was his three headed dog. Cerberus was growling as a thick slime dripped from his lips. This was probably one of the most realistic looking puppets Zento has ever made. Moving his claws on the ground as though it was ready to charge at any moment. It's body was black with red lines going all through it's body. As though it was on fire in the inside. His eyes glowing red and stomping his paw on the ground as the middle head barked loud. Zento pulling his left hand's pointer finger back to calm it down. It was a joke to most. But Zento always saw these puppets as living things to him. A part of his soul.
Then we had Monster. Standing a bit shorter than Zento and looking a bit smaller. A puppet with two blades. One being a saber in his hand and the other a Bowie knife. Attached to the knife is a hole and a small button near his finger. His head in a helmet that appeared to be the skull of a dragon and a spine moving down his back. The bottom of the spine is very sharp and watched it as it moved around side to side. His body covered in wraps and around the wrists the end of the wraps dangled from his wrists.
Then we have Anubis. Standing a few inches taller than Monster. In his right hand is a staff bladed on both sides of both ends of the staff. His body in Egyptian clothing His skin looking a greenish gray and also growling. Spinning the staff slowly around in the palm of his hand over his head then gripping it tightly and holding it behind his back. Looking forward. His eyes looking dead at the door his opponent was in.
Right next to him was a person he enjoyed and made a puppet of in his Honor. Gravelord Nito. The man covered in a cloak with skulls surrounding the cloak. His body appearing to be made out of many skeletons melded together. In his hand was a red blade appearing to be covered in decomposed bodies other than the blade. The blade was covered in markings along with the same markings on all of the bodies for his body. His eyes glowing white with a sliver lining around the ends of it. Shaking his body around as a small cloud of dust left his body.
Last but not least, There was the final puppet. The symbol of freedom and hope for many. Even for Zento. Tengan Toppa Gurren Lagann! Standing over twice the size of the rest of the puppets. Seals in the palm of his hands and on the crystal on his helmet. More seals were on his back and on both sides of his hips. His body was red with a face with fangs moving down his chest and in the mouth of his face was yet another face. One that looked more calm and serious than the battle ready face he had. His legs looking like that of a dragons skull guarding the front of his legs. A green flame leaving his sides slowly and leaving in a flash. His right hand pointed to the sky in a fist with his index finger pointing to the heavens. All who know of this puppets story know the meaning behind its stance.
Ready for this showdown, Zento moved his hands and pointed at the heavens along with Tengan Toppa Gurren Lagann. His opponent was still in his room. The darkness of the door he was in couldn't be seen but he knew he was in there. Ready for the battle to commence. The battle of Titans. Who would come out on top of this fight? Who knows. It was going to be interesting. It was a fight Zento needed to cut lose and give it his all. He couldn't allow himself to hold back. Using only the best of the best against this mighty opponent. It's show time
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