Dawn ______

Character Information

Name: Dawn

Age: 14

Gender: Male

Appearance:: Dawn has a black vest with a faded out red scarf around his neck he also has a red skirt which is ripped down the right side of his bodie and it covers his black pants which stop at his ankle. His socks cover his ankle and his shoes are very thin. He has a orange half ripped faded t-shirt which covers his left arm while under that long t-shirt is bandages which over his entire left arm even his left hand. He also has lot's of scars on his bodie like a scar on the right side of his eye and a scar from the left to right on his nose 3 scars on his right arm with black bands on both arms with two rings hanging down from the bottom of his scarf with 3 ghosts hanging from the top of his scarf with his pale white hair.

Personality: Unknown...

Likes:

* He loves watching shinobi Fight or likes to fight
* He loves to Kill anything or watch anything get killed
* He likes to see people or himself in pain

Dislikes:
* He hates people talking
* He hates smiling
* He hates the weak

History: Dawn is a ninja who has lost his memory from an attack, which happened 14 years after he trained to become a ninja, he was from the demon country from a village called Utakata the strongest village there was in the demon country until they were attacked from numerous amounts of villages. They were known for there clan which made that village known, that clan was known as the "Asuma clan" they are known for there speed and weaponry that’s why Utakata was the strongest in the demon country. During this war for Utakata Dawn was attacked by sound shinobi as one of them held dawn hostage until the leader of the Asuma clan also known as Ridick the father of Dawn came to the sound village in search for his son Dawn while he had sensed his sons chakra as he immediately appeared in the room where is son was without making a sound but the sound knew they were famous because of there speed and weaponry that’s why they had set a machine which would be activated if anyone entered the room as the machine went off it charged at Ridick with a katana as Ridick appeared behind the machine and tried to stab it in the back of its head but lighting got sent through the katana as it hit the hands of Ridick. Ridick was in need to get out of the lighting as Ridick just got out of it alive but that could not stop him from dieing. He didn’t want dawn to know his past so he took dawns memories and sealed them inside of him as Ridick died and dawn’s memories were lost. Dawn opened his eyes to see his father Ridick on the ground with a machine in front of him. To see his father dead it released a rage as he broke from the chains which held him and smashed the robot with weaponry "no but how..." that sound ninja said as dawn disappeared into Utakata as it was all gone. After that day dawn was never seen again until he was seen training in the hidden rock village with a hidden rock village headband.

Ninja ID

Village: hidden rock village

Rank: Chunin

element:Water and lighting

Nunda: I am Dawn. I have no intentions of telling you my likes and dislikes. As for my dream...

Skills: puppeteering,Ninjutsu ,Taijutsu Weaponry

Skills Points: (You get 50 points to allocate towards your skills in the beginning. You may gain more points over time)

For example:

Ninjutsu: 8
puppeteering: 8
weaponry: 20
Taijutsu: 14

Equipment: Kunai{100} Senbon{100} Ninja String{50M} Katana{3} Smoke bombs{50} Shuriken{100}

Jutsu: (I will add them as Dawn gets stronger
Clan Information
Optional. not made yet


Kekkei Genkai: not made yet

Description: not made yet

Clan weapon: not made yet

Clan History: not made it

Misc. Information

RP sample: [[third person]]

The aboriginal structure, one reminiscent to the modus of hoary, remained still, deep-routed, even literally, in position. Destined to be merely an architectural constitution, one now decayed beyond repair, it stood out like an infected cell in a sea of millions; little change plagued it, yet, the vivid style a multitude of tomes hoped to accomplish, stood before them; proud, unwavering. Singed in a deep green, one warranting questioning, the construction, the epitome of ancient labor, camouflaged in a manner granting utter surreptitiousness; the hue, in conformity, responded with that of its surrounding, vast terrain littered with one particular substance: sand.

Monarchs, dynasties, civilizations; the way of Old generated various thoughts, yet still withered along the corridor of Time, sands beating against it a manner cogent. If one wanted to seize the moment, they simply had to, but the focal point, one that seemingly represented itself without a voice, yet still stood gratified, had only one request, ‘hurry up’.

A sheer terror struck the very core of those fortunate enough to lay eyes upon it; it was awe-inspiring, pungent, a sight which dreams ushered, hitherto, once in view, it captivated even those deep in self composure, a testament beyond lucid imaginations. Paralysis it induced, and if routed in senses, they would virtually taste the sulfuric air radiating off the void dome. Ripe, itching for affection, it seemingly molded a feeling of satiation, and on the reclusive hand, brought about a yin yang motif; this particular side, to the detriment of self-control, flooded the viewer with an intoxicating wave of cordiality.


‘Draw in the bait’

‘Draw it in’

‘Hold it in your hands’

‘Skim through the length of it with a finger’

‘So soft’

‘So soft..’

‘DESTROY IT’


The demoralization, an all too common sight, wouldn’t go without audience; those who happen to stumble upon its baleful, ill-omened providence met untimely death - a cruel death… a sweet death. The thought, the driving force of imagination, visualization, flicked across the tongues of many, as if it were sensual, which, with a certain light, a certain grace and poise, made it very much so. Fauna of corresponding ilk dreamed to taste this euphoria just once, a whiff of it, even, yet their wishes would go unanswered; it would inevitably cloud their judgment, their sense of thought, and ultimately, beget their death.

Death, a beautiful thing, notably once the perpetrator, the ‘puppeteer’, orchestrated it, made it so that gratitude befell him, gratitude which he would indulge in, bathe in, something, which by all means, he would grasp, seize in the very clutches of his hand.

What the mind could conjure was inexhaustible, but, above all, his sense of euphoria, his rapture, exultation, could be cast together by means of cannibalism, predation. ‘Marauder of Slaughter’, a fitting name for one whom had little other than that to consume time, a constant, yet expanding, factor.

How did you find us?: By using my brain

Nicknames:the hidden white flash