Name: Jinzo
Age: 16?
Physical Description: Jinzo is a teenage boy who moderately exercises and loves to create works of art. He is passionate about both physical and creative expression; he enjoys a variety of activities, such as hiking and nature watching. Rarely one to present himself in pristine condition, it isn’t uncommon to find flecks of paint in his hair or even on his clothing. Even though he considers himself a person of the arts, due to his love of exploring, or according those that know him best, generally getting lost, Jinzo has the physical build of someone that spends a moderate amount of time outdoors and regularly test their mettle against the elements.
Mental Description: A proud big brother, Jinzo does his best because of his siblings, and especially his infirm younger brother. Orphaned at a young age, Jinzo can hardly remember his parents, but he can firmly tell you just how importantly he regards the taking care of his younger siblings. Generally housebound due a number of some odd but logical reasons, his siblings seems to be his entire world and everything about his personal being revolves around what’s best for them. While normally upbeat and positive, if ever his siblings aren’t feeling well or under the weather, it shows in Jinzo’s work. While he seeks to strike a balance between reality and his dreams of building a better world for his siblings, the fact is, that Jinzo is a boy who’s been forced to grow up far faster than his years.
History + Battlesmith Core Ability Application:
Battlesmith
The Master was a lonely man, one who had spent his entire life creating things, whether they were physical toys or other created works of art, and he had become quite skilled at it. Able to create puppets that looked and moved like real people, at one point he created such finely crafted specimens that he could even make them talk. Much to the chagrin of those that loved him and depended on him, he loved his creations more than anything in the world. Sadly even, it seemed that as time began to progress and those that once loved him drifted away. His creations seemed to be his only friends. Always there for him, he could talk to them about anything, and they would always listen. This descent into a singularly focused madness forced even his most dedicated students and loved ones away from him.
Like all storied geniuses, one day the Master became very ill, and it didn’t take long for him to figure out that he was dying. Of all the things that he had loved, his family and his friends, key amongst and sadly the most burdening of his thoughts were centered around what would happen to his creations. Though knew that they only existed due to his doing, he didn't want them to be left alone, and so he decided to leave them in the care of a young boy, his most prized creation, Jinzo. Jinzo was a kind and gentle soul, one teeming with life and thankful for everything that he had been given. In fact, the Master could clearly see that he loved the other creations as much as the Master did, if not more so! Taking the best care of them, Jinzo made sure that they were always happy and they never wanted for anything, even when their father, the Master, began to grow too sick to take care of them. With one of his last acts, the Master placed a command upon Jinzo, one that seemingly rewrote all that he knew up until that point about the Master. No longer having grown up with a single despondent creator, he now was the eldest son of a loving mother and father. Soon after, the Master died, knowing that his creations were in good hands. Jinzo meanwhile, continued to take care of the creations, those he now viewed as his siblings.
As the days, weeks and months began to pass, Jinzo found that soon, all the obvious things that his parents had done to prepare him for his role as the caretaker for his siblings seemed to run empty. Quickly realizing that he needed to venture beyond the shop that he called home, Jinzo made the decision to join the shinobi academy and learn to put his practiced talents to use. An avid nature watcher, Jinzo had a knack for recreating what he saw in the world around him. If his mother made a particular dish for dinner, with only a single taste he could replicate it, and if his father produced an intricate piece of art, with only barely rubbing his hands across the surface, he could reconstruct it from seemingly nothing within hours. Jinzo could recall spending entire days lost in thought and sitting in the field just beyond his home and when he would return, his parents would find him engrossed in recreating every scene in exacting detail. Something beyond a prodigy and yet less than omniscient, Jinzo’s ability to create was only second in comparison to his father, or so he thought. Reflecting on his ability to and desire to be something like an artist like his father, Jinzo became a shinobi and began to turn his passion for the arts into a force that could be reckoned with.
***I want to develop the story over time but in effect, Jinzo’s father was something akin to a puppeteer or toy master and created Jinzo as his life’s work. As far as Jinzo is aware, he is human and feels human things but as much as he may present that, what he is is closer in fact to a homunculus or artificial being. Jinzo’s ability to replicate things that he sees is representative in the Battlesmith Core Ability where I will RP his created “weapons” as “works of art”. This will eventually hopefully lead to the realization and discovery that he’s as much an artificial creation, as are his supposed siblings, as the things that he creates while serving Konoha as a shinobi. How Jinzo manages to always speak of his siblings and keep from getting a home visit by a caring teacher is something that I plan to RP in sometimes comical but sometimes happenstance situations until the point things organically progress where eventually Jinzo discovers what he is.***
Weekly Training Post:
***Since I am posting this late on a Sunday, I want to take advantage of this week’s training***
Cooking 101, an elementary class but one that Jinzo’s siblings had been begging him to take. It seemed that for all of his ability to recreate what he saw, he lacked the ability to create something new and from scratch. His siblings were growing tired of the same repeated meals, despite the fact that they were quite delicious. Willing to learn something new, Jinzo signed up for a cooking class inbetween missions in order to try and figure out just what he was missing. From the cookbook that his mother had left behind, he figured that he should have had the basics down, but apparently he still had much to learn.
A dash of salt here, a sprinkle of pepper there. Many of the techniques that the instructor taught were things that Jinzo already knew, but as the class went on, the teacher began to speak more and more about the certain spark that was inside each and every cook, that thing that helped to direct their actions even when a conventional recipe might have instructed otherwise. Somewhat lost in his own thoughts, Jinzo wondered if that was what he was missing, that certain spark, but he didn’t have time to linger on it because the lesson was quickly moving along and he needed to keep up. On his way home, he stopped by the local shop and decided to buy new ingredients instead of the same ones that he had bought before. Surely his siblings would appreciate him spicing things up with some ingredients from villages and cities afar.
WC = 260
Age: 16?
Physical Description: Jinzo is a teenage boy who moderately exercises and loves to create works of art. He is passionate about both physical and creative expression; he enjoys a variety of activities, such as hiking and nature watching. Rarely one to present himself in pristine condition, it isn’t uncommon to find flecks of paint in his hair or even on his clothing. Even though he considers himself a person of the arts, due to his love of exploring, or according those that know him best, generally getting lost, Jinzo has the physical build of someone that spends a moderate amount of time outdoors and regularly test their mettle against the elements.
Mental Description: A proud big brother, Jinzo does his best because of his siblings, and especially his infirm younger brother. Orphaned at a young age, Jinzo can hardly remember his parents, but he can firmly tell you just how importantly he regards the taking care of his younger siblings. Generally housebound due a number of some odd but logical reasons, his siblings seems to be his entire world and everything about his personal being revolves around what’s best for them. While normally upbeat and positive, if ever his siblings aren’t feeling well or under the weather, it shows in Jinzo’s work. While he seeks to strike a balance between reality and his dreams of building a better world for his siblings, the fact is, that Jinzo is a boy who’s been forced to grow up far faster than his years.
History + Battlesmith Core Ability Application:
Battlesmith
The Master was a lonely man, one who had spent his entire life creating things, whether they were physical toys or other created works of art, and he had become quite skilled at it. Able to create puppets that looked and moved like real people, at one point he created such finely crafted specimens that he could even make them talk. Much to the chagrin of those that loved him and depended on him, he loved his creations more than anything in the world. Sadly even, it seemed that as time began to progress and those that once loved him drifted away. His creations seemed to be his only friends. Always there for him, he could talk to them about anything, and they would always listen. This descent into a singularly focused madness forced even his most dedicated students and loved ones away from him.
Like all storied geniuses, one day the Master became very ill, and it didn’t take long for him to figure out that he was dying. Of all the things that he had loved, his family and his friends, key amongst and sadly the most burdening of his thoughts were centered around what would happen to his creations. Though knew that they only existed due to his doing, he didn't want them to be left alone, and so he decided to leave them in the care of a young boy, his most prized creation, Jinzo. Jinzo was a kind and gentle soul, one teeming with life and thankful for everything that he had been given. In fact, the Master could clearly see that he loved the other creations as much as the Master did, if not more so! Taking the best care of them, Jinzo made sure that they were always happy and they never wanted for anything, even when their father, the Master, began to grow too sick to take care of them. With one of his last acts, the Master placed a command upon Jinzo, one that seemingly rewrote all that he knew up until that point about the Master. No longer having grown up with a single despondent creator, he now was the eldest son of a loving mother and father. Soon after, the Master died, knowing that his creations were in good hands. Jinzo meanwhile, continued to take care of the creations, those he now viewed as his siblings.
As the days, weeks and months began to pass, Jinzo found that soon, all the obvious things that his parents had done to prepare him for his role as the caretaker for his siblings seemed to run empty. Quickly realizing that he needed to venture beyond the shop that he called home, Jinzo made the decision to join the shinobi academy and learn to put his practiced talents to use. An avid nature watcher, Jinzo had a knack for recreating what he saw in the world around him. If his mother made a particular dish for dinner, with only a single taste he could replicate it, and if his father produced an intricate piece of art, with only barely rubbing his hands across the surface, he could reconstruct it from seemingly nothing within hours. Jinzo could recall spending entire days lost in thought and sitting in the field just beyond his home and when he would return, his parents would find him engrossed in recreating every scene in exacting detail. Something beyond a prodigy and yet less than omniscient, Jinzo’s ability to create was only second in comparison to his father, or so he thought. Reflecting on his ability to and desire to be something like an artist like his father, Jinzo became a shinobi and began to turn his passion for the arts into a force that could be reckoned with.
***I want to develop the story over time but in effect, Jinzo’s father was something akin to a puppeteer or toy master and created Jinzo as his life’s work. As far as Jinzo is aware, he is human and feels human things but as much as he may present that, what he is is closer in fact to a homunculus or artificial being. Jinzo’s ability to replicate things that he sees is representative in the Battlesmith Core Ability where I will RP his created “weapons” as “works of art”. This will eventually hopefully lead to the realization and discovery that he’s as much an artificial creation, as are his supposed siblings, as the things that he creates while serving Konoha as a shinobi. How Jinzo manages to always speak of his siblings and keep from getting a home visit by a caring teacher is something that I plan to RP in sometimes comical but sometimes happenstance situations until the point things organically progress where eventually Jinzo discovers what he is.***
Weekly Training Post:
***Since I am posting this late on a Sunday, I want to take advantage of this week’s training***
Cooking 101, an elementary class but one that Jinzo’s siblings had been begging him to take. It seemed that for all of his ability to recreate what he saw, he lacked the ability to create something new and from scratch. His siblings were growing tired of the same repeated meals, despite the fact that they were quite delicious. Willing to learn something new, Jinzo signed up for a cooking class inbetween missions in order to try and figure out just what he was missing. From the cookbook that his mother had left behind, he figured that he should have had the basics down, but apparently he still had much to learn.
A dash of salt here, a sprinkle of pepper there. Many of the techniques that the instructor taught were things that Jinzo already knew, but as the class went on, the teacher began to speak more and more about the certain spark that was inside each and every cook, that thing that helped to direct their actions even when a conventional recipe might have instructed otherwise. Somewhat lost in his own thoughts, Jinzo wondered if that was what he was missing, that certain spark, but he didn’t have time to linger on it because the lesson was quickly moving along and he needed to keep up. On his way home, he stopped by the local shop and decided to buy new ingredients instead of the same ones that he had bought before. Surely his siblings would appreciate him spicing things up with some ingredients from villages and cities afar.
WC = 260
