Post by Maaku Kumuzu on Apr 13, 2007 16:42:27 GMT -5
Name: Maaku Kumuzu
Gender/Age: Male / 23
Village(current): Otogakure
Appearance (discription,pictures can be added):
Bio: Maaku Kumuzu is, in some cases, considered probably just another host for Orochimaru’s spirit, considering the fact that the old man knew the forbidden jutsu of immortality. But everyone knows that’s impossible since Orochimaru was killed by Sasuke Uchiha. Maaku is instead just coincidently like Orochimaru. Maaku just appeared out of no where, so his past is really unknown. Like Orochimaru, he has, or rather had, the desire to learn all of the different techniques a shinobi could possibly perform. Unlike Orochimaru, however, he has been able to do this already, and he didn’t even have to use the forbidden jutsu of immortality to do so. Now the current Otogakure, Maaku is highly respected in the Sound Village, even if some believe he is steeling everything that could have been Orochimaru’s.
Main Jutsu Type: Ninjutsu
Clan (optional): Kumuzu, which no one has ever heard of before.
Posting Example:
What did I do to let this happen? Dimitri stood there, not blinking, but just staring at the waistland that was once the home to his best friend, John Markman. Dimitri had come all the way from E.R.A.S.T. HQ, just to get John out of the town before it was infected just like all of the other cities hit by the T-Virus. It looked like it was too late.
Taking in a deep breath, Dimitri started to walk forward. He looked around. All he could see was broken windows on old shops, abandoned cars, trucks, and bikes, and every once and a while he thought he saw someone walk around a corner, but every time it was just his head playing tricks on him. This town… it had once been so full of life. It was hard to believe that it was now a graveyard.
Now desperate, Dimitri began to run. He ran down the streets that looked familiar from his childhood. It was here that he had gotten a desent education. It was here that his life had gotten better. Surely now it couldn’t have all been for nothing, could it? After a few minutes of searching, Dimitri stopped in front of an old Victorian home on Gaber Street. The home was still in perfect shape, which was a good sign.
“John,” Dimitri called out. He ran up to the front door and slammed it open, running in and looking around. “John?” The inside of the home was definatly worse then the outside. Furniture was stratched at, ruined, and even more frightening, blood stained. The old pictures that once showed the family’s past were now off of the tables and walls and lieing on the ground, all of them broken and ripped. The once white walls were now blood red, and upstairs they were all black, as if there had been a fire there in that small home.
Hearing someone breathing quietly, Dimitri ran into one of the rooms. Standing there, about 5 feet from him, was John, his only friend. He didn’t count the other Alpha Team members back at E.R.A.S.T. friends. Only the people he worked with. “John,” Dimitri said quietlty. But the person once known as John looked up with hungry eyes, and “John” moved forward, trying to grab Dimitri and take a bite out of him. Dimitri, although, moved to the side with ease to avoid the creature, and realizing what it was, slowly took out one of his two customized 9000 S Pistols, and took aim at “John’s” head as “John” moved towards him again.
“Forgive me… old friend.” Those were the last words that the creature once known as John Markman heard as gunshots filled the air, and Dimitri ran out of the house. He never stopped running untill he was far out of the city, and then he stopped, took a few minutes to catch his breath, and then took out a cell-phone and dialed a number. “Hello,” asked a female voice on the other end. “Sabrina, it’s me, Dimitri. I need transportation back to E.R.A.S.T. HQ immediately.”
Gender/Age: Male / 23
Village(current): Otogakure
Appearance (discription,pictures can be added):
Bio: Maaku Kumuzu is, in some cases, considered probably just another host for Orochimaru’s spirit, considering the fact that the old man knew the forbidden jutsu of immortality. But everyone knows that’s impossible since Orochimaru was killed by Sasuke Uchiha. Maaku is instead just coincidently like Orochimaru. Maaku just appeared out of no where, so his past is really unknown. Like Orochimaru, he has, or rather had, the desire to learn all of the different techniques a shinobi could possibly perform. Unlike Orochimaru, however, he has been able to do this already, and he didn’t even have to use the forbidden jutsu of immortality to do so. Now the current Otogakure, Maaku is highly respected in the Sound Village, even if some believe he is steeling everything that could have been Orochimaru’s.
Main Jutsu Type: Ninjutsu
Clan (optional): Kumuzu, which no one has ever heard of before.
Posting Example:
What did I do to let this happen? Dimitri stood there, not blinking, but just staring at the waistland that was once the home to his best friend, John Markman. Dimitri had come all the way from E.R.A.S.T. HQ, just to get John out of the town before it was infected just like all of the other cities hit by the T-Virus. It looked like it was too late.
Taking in a deep breath, Dimitri started to walk forward. He looked around. All he could see was broken windows on old shops, abandoned cars, trucks, and bikes, and every once and a while he thought he saw someone walk around a corner, but every time it was just his head playing tricks on him. This town… it had once been so full of life. It was hard to believe that it was now a graveyard.
Now desperate, Dimitri began to run. He ran down the streets that looked familiar from his childhood. It was here that he had gotten a desent education. It was here that his life had gotten better. Surely now it couldn’t have all been for nothing, could it? After a few minutes of searching, Dimitri stopped in front of an old Victorian home on Gaber Street. The home was still in perfect shape, which was a good sign.
“John,” Dimitri called out. He ran up to the front door and slammed it open, running in and looking around. “John?” The inside of the home was definatly worse then the outside. Furniture was stratched at, ruined, and even more frightening, blood stained. The old pictures that once showed the family’s past were now off of the tables and walls and lieing on the ground, all of them broken and ripped. The once white walls were now blood red, and upstairs they were all black, as if there had been a fire there in that small home.
Hearing someone breathing quietly, Dimitri ran into one of the rooms. Standing there, about 5 feet from him, was John, his only friend. He didn’t count the other Alpha Team members back at E.R.A.S.T. friends. Only the people he worked with. “John,” Dimitri said quietlty. But the person once known as John looked up with hungry eyes, and “John” moved forward, trying to grab Dimitri and take a bite out of him. Dimitri, although, moved to the side with ease to avoid the creature, and realizing what it was, slowly took out one of his two customized 9000 S Pistols, and took aim at “John’s” head as “John” moved towards him again.
“Forgive me… old friend.” Those were the last words that the creature once known as John Markman heard as gunshots filled the air, and Dimitri ran out of the house. He never stopped running untill he was far out of the city, and then he stopped, took a few minutes to catch his breath, and then took out a cell-phone and dialed a number. “Hello,” asked a female voice on the other end. “Sabrina, it’s me, Dimitri. I need transportation back to E.R.A.S.T. HQ immediately.”