Yoshikuni Kyuusai

Age: 15
Birthday: January 26th
Gender: Male

Height: 6'1
Weight: 170 lbs.

Appearance: Kyuu’s appearance and style can best be described as “chic-ghetto.” This is not to be confused with “ghetto-chic,” the style of douchebags trying to look relatable. Instead, Kyuu is from the “fake it until you make it” class, cobbling a faux sophisticated wardrobe together from whatever he can find at discount off some poor sap’s body. A black undershirt speckled with barely visible bloodstains is covered up by a thin brown hoodie and topped with a half-decent navy sport coat. He completes the look with a bandana around the neck (for robberies, of course), a pair of dark tattered skinny jeans (lack of choice, not intentional), and steel-toed combat boots (because people who wear crocs and sandals should die). It screams unapproachable but still “cool” at the same time.

While normally averse to showing his face, pulling back the hoodie reveals a handsome visage that one should not bring their girlfriend (or boyfriend) around. Seriously, he will take them from you and send you the photos. While a natural brunette, he bleaches and dyes his short hair a ginger-orange accentuated with a morning stubble that he claims is a beard. He’s thin, but athletic. Well-kept, but effortless. If only someone gave the guy real money.

Personality: Classic, abused vagabond teenager. Kyuu rarely expresses himself openly or honestly despite having a deep, secret desire to do so. He can be rude but funny; arrogant but also quite self-deprecating. He is wildly reactive to things, making him unpredictable and often unreliable. Further, no matter what, Kyuu always shows only what is skin-deep as he seeks to manipulate others to his whims.

Unfortunately, a life of instability, violence, and uncontrolled ADHD and bipolar disorder makes him either a charismatic enigma or a dramatic terror depending on what day of the week it is and whether you’ve become a target for his periodic need for chaos. Best to tell him what he wants to hear and not challenge him if he is in a “mood.”

However, if one can earn Kyuu’s trust (a rare feat), an intelligent, empathetic, and genuinely kind individual awaits buried beneath the manic demon-child. Again, depending on the day of the week.

Likes: Five-fingered discounts. Fire. Electricity. High-quality H2O. Big butts that do not lie.
Dislikes: You

Nindo: “Only dorks have a Nindo.”
Greatest Dream: Surfing on an ocean of candy while doing all the best drugs.

History: Kyuu does not know where he was born. In fact, he does not even know his real name. “Yoshikuni” was something he read off a box of crackers that he thought sounded regal, and Kyuusai (or Kyuu) was a name given to him by the only person he ever cared about. Do not ask about that person until you gain Kyuu’s trust, or it could be the last thing you ever ask.

The only thing this young man has ever known or remembers is the dim lights of the Bounty Central Station corridors on lucky days (for him, not the bounty) and the muddy floors of shanty shelters littered throughout the remote areas of the Land of Hot Springs on every other day. Usually, he shacks up with a group of other vagabonds, always on a temporary basis as not to become too attached or expose his neck.

However, one day Kyuu does hope to travel to a new land, maybe for a new life and purpose for existence. What a grand day it would be to find meaning beyond the squaller and nothing of his current lifestyle. What a grand day it will be when he finds that place he truly belongs. What a grand day it will be when he burns it to the ground on a whim… or doesn’t?


Rank: E
Village: Vagabond
Element(s): Fire
Specialties: N/A
Clan: N/A
Clan Focus: N/A
Bloodline: N/A


Health: 300
Vigor: 15
Chakra: 30
Speed: 20
Strength: 10


Other Characters: None
Faceclaim Name and Series: Ichigo - Bleach
Roleplay Sample: In the Pale Moonlight

You ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?

“Every damn day…” Kyuusai muttered, recalling the line from a long-gone friend as he tried to ignore his itching eyes.

Shifting his weight upon the mossy log his bum now uncomfortably adorned, the urchin teen turned his attention up the road amidst the sound of a carriage drawing near. It was after dark, deep in the Land of Hot Springs near Yugakure No Sato. Kyuu, as he is more commonly known, arrived at the formerly bustling village days prior to meet up with an old contact who promised a lucrative job opportunity. It was something Kyuu desperately needed if he was ever going to pay off the bookie at the Black Market that he still owed for an impulsive cockfighting bet a month back. He should have known that “lucrative” meant absolute stupidity.

As the light of the carriage’s lantern drew closer, Kyuu fixated further on the fact that the target was an alleged missing-nin. Jashin cultists placed a bounty on this ninja for his/her bloodline and even sent one of their own to lead the raid. For what purpose was this person targeted? What bloodline? What rank? What village? What sex even? Kyuu never found out. The Jashin freak in charge gave few details given the teen’s relatively small role. Kyuu could not decide which one was worse, trying to take down a group of missing-nin while possessing pocket-knife level fighting skills or working with the Temple of Jashin to do it.  

“Just cause the distraction and shut the fuck up,” he recalled the silver-haired cultist barking earlier during the pre-mission meeting. Kyuu’s contact, a cocky jerkoff named Shimura who frequented Bounty Central Station, and his girlfriend of the day whose name the teen never cared to learn, sat quietly as the job was explained. As the “baby” of this dastardly quartet of kidnappers, Kyuu was to play lookout and stop the target right where a giant insignia of Jashin had already been pre-marked inconspicuously within the dark outlines of the roadway.  

“The plan is simple… stop the carriage in the circle. Kill everyone. We don’t need survivors,” the cloaked cultist seethed.  

Ok, we’re murderers, not kidnappers. Thanks for the clarification.

Kyuu lowered his head, cursing under his breath as his eyes began to itch.

“How many traveling with the target?” Shimura inquired, finally breaking his silence.

“Doesn’t matter. Once they’re in the kill box, it’s over,” the cultist retorted dismissively. It was at that point that Kyuu tuned out from the rest of the conversation. Clearly, their lives were meaningless to this guy, and the only hope for survival was luck and staying out of the fray long enough to collect the ryo. This gambit was probably worth the risk, however. The bookie he owed was known for the obscene mutilation of absconding debtor’s “nether regions,” so what did he really have to lose here?

Focusing back on the present, Kyuu jumped from the log and began the stereotypical, “please, help me… I’m lost and hurt” routine as the carriage entered the trap. The teen pulled back his hoodie to reveal the boyish, pleasant features that he used so often to con unsuspecting targets. Sporting a fake limp and quiver in his tone, he pleaded, “I’ve been out here all day with no water, can you please help me, sir?”

Pulling alongside the teen, the driver remained silent as he brought the carriage to a halt; the lantern’s light grazing the man’s face just enough to see a scratched headband but not the old village symbol it once bore. He reached back, knocking atop the carriage to signal whoever was inside. Then, the side door swung open as a towering and rotund man, not unlike an Akimichi, emerged.

This is getting sketchier by the moment, and the itch is worse.

“How’d you get out here?” the imposing figure questioned apprehensively, drawing closer as he clutched a bo staff at his side. Before Kyuu could register the details of the man’s face, a kunai flew into it.

Ew! Ew! Come on, man!

“Charge!” Kyuu heard the Jashin cultist scream as his partners dashed out from the forest canopy at different angles towards the carriage.

Immediately, the driver pulled the reins, signaling the two horses at lead to take flight. Kyuu quickly dove out of the way as Shimura and the unfortunate soul that chose to sleep with him emerged to cut the equines and their master down. Blood splattered through the air, smacking onto the teen’s previously unblemished sport coat as the carriage ground to a halt before it could flee the trap.

Great, that’s not coming out.

Shimura and his girlfriend moved to the carriage’s side to pull out the remaining occupant(s). But before they could reach the door, two streams of water exploded through the wood paneling.

“Water Release: Water Bullet Technique!” echoed loudly; the jets cutting through both of Kyuu’s “comrades” like exploding balloons, spraying yet another round of fresh blood and mist that now coated the teen even more thoroughly.  

Cool, cool… never liked that asshole anyway. Did like this jacket though! Ugh, screw this itch.

From within the lantern’s light, he watched as a woman dressed in a flowing robe emerged from the carriage, taking a fighting stance with her eyes targeted directly at Kyuu. “Hold on, I’m not with them!” he screamed reflexively. “Or that guy!”

The woman spun to her left, following Kyuu’s outstretched finger as the cultist revealed himself last, slashing his victim’s cheek with a kunai. With a bit of her blood and lick of his tongue, the battle was now over and the prayer to Jashin complete. The cultist and his victim were linked, and with the plunge of the kunai into his own heart, the woman would die.

“Perfection…” he groaned erotically as his victim’s eyes widened in pain; the cultist digging the kunai deeper into his chest to inflict symbiotic death. The woman dropped to her knees, begging him with her last gasp.

“Please, not the child…” she choked out, the cries of an actual baby suddenly emerging from inside the carriage’s cabin. Now, Kyuu didn’t feel like the youngin’ anymore.

“Well, that’s the whole reason we are here, my dear,” the cultist teased as he tilted his head to the side to observe the swaddled child laid upon the plush interior seats. “This babe’s blood will be so sweet.”

The target is a baby? Of course… this sick fuck. This damn itch. 

Flicking his wrist, Kyuu released a small blade from underneath his sleeve, tossing it at the cultist’s back. With barely a grunt, the Jashin turned wide-eyed towards the traitor. “Street rat! You think you’re gonna make a fool out of me with a butter knife?” he exclaimed incredulously, yet also unsurprised by the teen’s betrayal. “Knew you were going to be too soft for this job.” Removing his kunai from his chest, the cultist dangled it menacingly at Kyuu.

But before he could attack, the injured kunoichi cried out yet again, releasing another water bullet that took the bastard Jashin’s head clean off, launching it into the forest and down a comically long ravine. The cultist’s body dropped to the dirt, but miraculously, the woman remained unharmed and surprised by this development. She hustled into the cabin, grabbing the crying infant in a mixture of both confusion and relief.

“How… how did I survive the link?” she asked exasperated, staring at the bodies littered about as she cradled the child back into silence.

“It’s a stupid technique,” Kyuu replied, picking himself up and wiping the still dripping blood from his coat in vain. “You just like kick some dirt and break the circle, and the thing doesn’t work anymore. I really don’t understand why anyone is scared of them outside of the weird pervert stuff,” he rambled before trailing off. “I mean they’re really into weird pervert stuff…”

The woman just stared, unsure of what to make of the situation as she noticed the break in the Jashin insignia at Kyuu’s feet. The strange teen, who clearly worked with her attackers, had also saved them for some reason.

“Anywho…” Kyuu continued. “These guys got their horses tied down the hill, and there’s this bookie I know… I’d rather leave the country than pay him off if you got room for one more. What do you say?” Kyuu asked sheepishly, ending the awkward moment with a little tap dance and a smile… like a devil in the pale moonlight.

With that, the itch subsided.

[WC: 1,429 - Max 500 WC Claim]
[Claims: Clone Technique - E Rank, Transformation Technique - E Rank, +5 Speed]