Kumagawa, Alius

NAME: Alius Kumagawa
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AGE: 25 but tends to act younger when around younger people

ETHNICITY: Mixed

GENDER: Male





EYE COLOR: Brown
WEIGHT AND HEIGHT: 156lbs and 6'3'"

APPEARANCE DESCRIPTION:Kumagawa is a young man of average height and an average build, with shallow brown eyes and brown hair that only goes down to his ears and the back of his neck. He wears a white jacket with a white collar and five yellow buttons, and matching white pants with a brown belt. Under his clothing he wears one kunai blades for the unexpected moments on his back and a chainmail T-shirt under that he has a large cross shaped scar. He also carries the wide variety of ninja tools such as kunais, shurikens, smoke bombs, and fire bombs in his tool pouch on the right of his hip. He wears the basic shinobi sandals which makes his style somewhat strange and will sometimes wear glasses or other random objects to throw people off. Kumagawa also has two faces, his happy go lucky face which he usually wears whenever he does anything which is usually depicted as a idiotic smile and a slightly higher then normal voice, and his serious face. His serious face is barely ever seen but it is depicted as a overly stern and apathetic look that usually throws people off.





PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION:
On that note, Kumagawa is almost never seen without his trademark smile. It is always seen on his face whether he is breaking down a ninja's plan, peeping on women, or vivdly describing his wildest fantasies infront of anyone he will always keep a wide innocent smile on his face. Kumagawa is also very hard to anger, due to the fact that he is very laid back.

Unfortunately Kumagawa is very lazy. He will do almost whatever it takes to avoid work but unfortunately he usually fails. Kumagawa is no above using his signature innocent smile and supposed 'good looks' to get whatever he needs to do done, and will do it if it makes his life easier.

Likes: Kumagawa likes a few things. He loves women and peeping on them, its his favorite pass time to look at the naked body of the female gender. He also loves to gamble, after spending most of his life playing the gamble called life he's come to find a solemn pleasure in gamble but unlike everyone else he the only person that gambles to lose. Kumagawa also likes to play chess and shogi, he doesn't like to win but he does enjoy the mental struggle that comes when he plays the game even if he does win.

Dislikes:  Winners, those who were born strong, the ones who will never know failure, never know the pleasure of losing, those who will never know the feeling of the struggle. Kumagawa both dislikes and feels sorry for those kind of people. Those with so much talent that they don't understand what it is like to fail. Kumogawa also doesn't like to talk much about himself, in his mind there is no reason for him to really say anything about himself. Most times when people ask anything about him he will usually attempt to avoid the question


LIKES:

• women
  
• gambling
  
• food
  
• chess
  
• go (the game)
  

DISLIKES:

• bad cooks
  
• violent people
  
• talking about himself
  
• horrible singers
  
• Suicide missions
  

HOBBIES: Sleeping around, singing

DREAMS AND NIGHTMARES: N/A




ELEMENT/'s: Water
CLAN: N/A
VILLAGE: Kirigakure
RANK: Jounin




BIRTH PLACE: Kirigakure
DATE OF BIRTH: 9/9
ZODIAC SIGN: Virgo

HISTORY:
Infancy:

Many shinobi have humble beginnings of loss at young age. Kumagawa was no different, in the stage of infantry he was taken by a secret group of shinobi. Their goal was to perform a dark jutsu which could truly give eternal life but it came at a coss. Each shinobi had to collect the hearts of 5 powerful shinobi infants of pure chakra nature and sacrifice them to the ritual jutsu. Taking Kumagawa they identified him as a water nature shinobi, like the other children he had an
abundance of chakra. The group had possession of Kumagawa for around a month before they began to perform the jutsu.

The shinobi began to stab the infants. Starting with fire, then earth, then when he came to water, he stood over Kumagawa. Lifting the kunai the shinobi began to bring down the kunai pointing at Kumagawa’s soft chest. Luckily the kunai only scratched his chest. The shinobi on the other hand fell to the ground, his neck snapped. Behind the shinobi stood a giant monkey. No, not kidding a giant monkey. The monkey lifted Kumagawa from the ritual pedestal and handed him to a familiar man with a shinobi headband. It was Kumagawa’s father. Kumagawa was still too young to understand what was being said but what he did know was that he wasn’t exactly in the safest place even if he was in his father’s arms. His father seemed to exchange words with a strange dark errie voice that still haunted Kumagawa’s mind to this day. Then Kumagwa was handed to his mother who handed him to a monkey that took him and the other shinobi children home.

Hours passed, Kumagawa stayed in his house alone with a single shinobi monkey. The monkey did entertain Kumagawa for an hour or two but it was obvious even to the 2 month old that something was wrong. And unfortunately for Kumagawa he was right. Coming through the door was his father being supported by his mother. His father had multiple stab wounds in the back and his skin was as white as snow. His mother who also looked pale only had one arm. Her left arm was only a stub where her entire forearm once was. The moment they came in the father lifted from the mother’s grasp and hobbled over to Kumagawa. Looking at his son Kumagawa’s father smiled, and placed a long chain neclace next to Kumagawa before finally passing away. His mother had passed out once the father let go, the shinobi monkey moved to take care of Kumagawa’s mother and tried to do the same for his father. Unfortunately Kumagawa was aware of the truth before the monkeys and was the first to cry out. Kumagawa had lost his father.

Childhood:

Like everyone else Kumagawa was a relatively happy kid. He enrolled in the ninja academy and like most he did well. He never really had much problem doing anything or so people would think. Though he never had any real stress or any tangible reason he was alway protective of his mother. His mother though she had lost both her husband and her left arm she had never quit being a shinobi and not only did she not quit she started to become infamous as the one handed demonic siren of the rain.
In fact she made sure to encourage Kumagawa to be like his father, to be a strong shinobi and make the name Kumagawa feared. Unfortunately Kumagawa still being a young child didn’t care much about being well known but he did care about his mother’s wishes and well being. Seeing as he was the one who took care of her wounds and was trained by her after ninja academy, he couldn’t help but worry about her when she came back late at night after a 2 day mission with her one good arm bleeding profusely.

Either way, Kumagawa did what he could to make life easy for his mother. He cooked and cleaned, and treated his mother wounds and in turn she made the money for the household and trained him after school. It was a relatively simple setup and a easy one.

Shinobi:

When Kumagawa became a shinobi he was assigned to his mother’s team. He and his teammates completed mission after mission. Going through thick and thin, fighting bandits and other shinobi fending off crazy animals and crazy cat ladies. Kumagawa and his team did it all, and they always did it well.. Then when Kumagawa became a jounin at 16, his mother picked up a A ranked mission for just her and her son as a sort of reward.

Thinking it of being a easy mission Kumagawa took it with a grain of salt and lazed around for most of the mission. Unfortunately for them they were attacked by other shinobi. Kumagawa was quickly knocked out by some sort of genjitsu.

Waking up in the mud, Kumagawa could hear the sounds of battle through trees surrounding where Kumagawa was knocked out at. Moving toward the sound Kumagawa could see 7 dead bodies surrounding two shinobi’s who were locked in battle. One of the shinobi was Kumagawa’s mother who was casting her jutsus with only one hand. The other man had dark red, almost crimson hair whose body morphed in both shape and size.

From Kumagawa’s perspective they looked to be about even when it came to skill but one thing was obvious to him. His mother was slowly tiring, her opponent seemed to just be getting started. Slowly but surely the mystery shinobi began to began to overwhelm Kumagawa’s mother.

Sighing Kumagawa decided to step into battle and help his mother. Fortunately his sudden arrival surprised the shinobi giving Kumagawa a chance to stab him with the kunai. His arrival also surprised his mother almost causing her to kill her own son with an icicle spear. She stood stunned for a moment. The shinobi took the chance and using his shape shifting forearm he smashed Kumagawa’s mother into a tree.

Watching his mother get sent sprawling into a tree. Something in Kumagawa snapped. He didn’t give the shinobi a chance to retaliate. He grabbed the shinobi and threw him over his shoulder. Then before the shinobi could do anymore handsigns Kumagawa stabbed the shinobi in the hand with the kunai. At that point Kumagawa blacked out. It wasn’t long until Kumagawa regained his senses. Only to find himself holding his mother. Her head was bleeding and the shinobi that Kumagawa had attacked was nowhere to be found. His mother looked at kumagawa and after a near silent conversation with her son she also passed into the void.

Once he got back to the village Kumagawa got into gambling. Was it to hide the pain of losing his mother? Probably. Kumagawa also began to smoke and attempt to avoid missions from the higher ups. Unfortunately he was still sent on missions but he took every mission seriously and never allowed himself to lose. Years passed and Kumagawa went through gamble after gamble and fought many shinobis and konichis. Even with his gambling addiction he became a candidate for Kage at the age of twenty. Unfortunately due to his hazardous nature at the time he was force to decline his candidacy.




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Hitman reborn - Dr.Shamal

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ROLE PLAYING SAMPLE: (Taken from another rp site)
Training, most Saiyans lived for it but not Okara. He did it to quiet the voices in his head, they were always screaming at him to train. To work on his lower body then his upper, the finally his cardio. The voices sounded like a broken record. Of course Okara would still do as they said so he could get a moment of peace and quiet. Punching the air Okara was training his endurance, If a Saiyan could withstand much they can deal much, his mother would say... Other than 'Get your lazy ass off the ground and start training... no son of mine is going to be space trash."

As he continued to attack the air in front of himself he looked to hear someone coming toward him. "Ahhhh!!!" The man screamed as he sent a kick toward Okara's rib cage. Okara lifted his arm and blocked the attack midway. It was weak so Okara could tell that the man meant no real harm. Pushing the kick away Okara decided to answer the man.

"Hello there, I'm Okara, I woke up a day or two ago. I've training in here for most of that time." Okara said smiling then he pointed at Mokra's leg. "If that is how you kick most of the time, Then I wouldn't worry much about me dying just yet" Okara laughed knowing that the man was going easy on him. There couldn't possibly be Saiyans weaker then him here. Still smiling Okara looked at Mokra before asking, "Hey? wanna spar. I need a training partner, it gets tiring training by myself."

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