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PostSubject: Houjin Jun Chi   Thu Sep 08, 2016 2:44 am


Name: Houjin Jun Chi
Age: ???
Birthdate: May 5th
Sexuality: Pansexual
Marital Status: Single
Location: Earth - Asia [The Western Highliands]
Rank: Civilian

Race: Diaone | Salamander
Special Characteristics:

Height: Daione Form: 6'3 | Salamander Form: 40ft at the shoulder
Weight: Daione: 175lbs | Salamader:  3 metric tons
Eye Color: Golden
Fur/Skin Color: Daione: Golden Tan Skin | Salamander: Orange/Red scales with patches of black skin
Hair Color | Length: Colored like flames, fading from bright yellow at the bangs to deep red at the tips; hangs to mid-back.
General Description: Houjin's appearance is somewhat odd for someone born and raised in The Western highlands; his skin is several shades darker then nearly anyone outside of his own clan. Combined with the flaming hair and eyes, well, he sticks out. The comparison between flames and his hair is fairly accurate; as his hair is very much like the flames of a well tended fire; yellows, golds, oranges, and streaks of red and white throughout. His eyes are liquid golden, with a ring of deep red around the edge of his irises. This is not unheard of in his clan; however it is far more normal to have someone with one or the other of the three traits; dark skin, flaming hair or eyes; not all three at once. His clothing is more normal; at least for a clan of fire sages. He wears what would be a slightly modified acolytes uniform; even though Houjin himself is far past his days as an acolyte in his clan. He just prefers the uniform for easy of movement and the like. The uniform itself is form fitting, if not tight; sleeveless and short legged. The shirt is high collared and red trimmed, a zippered front giving it a trail of gray down the center. His pants aren't much longer then the average shorts, tied off just below the kneecaps with white pull-cords. He wears knee-high, black socks; with red colored waraji tied across the top of his foot anf across his ankles. He wears black gloves that stop at the mid point between wrist and elbow, with a red cloth bangle around each wrist. He uses a very long, orange-red scarf as a belt; wrapped around his waist twice before being tied off at his back so that the loose ends are allowed to hang down freely to the back of his knees.

Personality: Houjin was a creature of fire, and it showed; heavily. Impulsive, impudent, and hot headed; those where favorite descriptors of the teen. Most of his clan saw him as normal; outsiders couldn't understand how he managed to go a day without being attacked over his brash personality. Never one to waste words or sugar coat; Houjin could best be described as brutally honest; beyond the level of fault. Could he lie? Of course; the young Jun Chi could lie with the best of them, if he needed to. He just preferred to tell it how it was; far as he was concerned, there was no time to waste with pretty words and coddling. His was a world of fast moving action and posturing; the ones that burned hottest burned brightest. They tended to burn out young as well; be he found he cared little about this possibility. Better to focus on getting things done then throttle back and fail. That being said; he could be friendly enough; even if he tended to offend people with his lack of a verbal filters. He was used to people moving in and out of his life; it was all too common in the youth of the fire sages. Acolytes where injured and washed out; elders burned out and where hidden away; people died on missions, of old age, accidents, etc. It was just the way of life.
History: Houjin was born in the middle of the hottest day of high summer, in the middle of a rather nasty heat wave. While the rest of the village baked under oppressive heat the Jun Chi fire sages flourished. Bright hot, sunny weather made them a happy clan. The children played under the sun, the adults trained harder then ever. This was the atmosphere that Houjin was born into. His mother was lucky; Jun Chi had a predisposition towards difficult pregnancies; but Houjin had been relatively easy. A few minor hiccups, but over all easy enough. He was one of the rare babies born with a full head of hair; fiery and bright. In generations past; he would have been instantly marked for special training; placed in special programs to prepare him for the life of a High Sage; never trained in active combat, never allowed outside the clan compound until he was well into adulthood and ranked among the elder sages in power and knowledge. The practice of segregating children that where “marked by the flames”, as Houjin would have been considered; had been discontinued in the time of his great-grandfather. So it was that Houjin was spared a life of loneliness and isolation; and allowed to grow up with his cousins and siblings; just another one of the dozens of new sage acolytes born every year. He was lucky to actually know and be raised by his own parents; children of the Jun Chi where normally raised by the clan as a whole; however his parent's high ranking within the clan allowed them to circumvent this. He was raised by them and with his younger brother; Jeice, 5 years his junior and to all the outside world just a normal human with no bending abilities. Not entirely uncommon in the clan; those born without fire in their veins were still valuable members of the family, the monks that focuses entirely on the spiritual and not the martial aspects of their lives.

His was a happy enough childhood; filled with warmth and fun and plenty of hard times, but not once did his sunny disposition falter. It wasn't until his grandfather came to visit with he was just turning 11 years old did anything of significance change. His grandfather was a strict man; hard and cold and sharp like the lightning only the most powerful elders of the clan were able to use. In all his years, he had only met his grandfather once before, as a small child on his mother's knee; and it had not been the most pleasant experience. It had turned into an enormous fight between his father and grandfather; the context of which he had long since forgotten. The reappearance of his grandfather was not met well; he had come with a small army of strangely dressed men and was making even stranger demands. He was calling for all of the young acolytes to board his vessel and leave with him; threatening violence against the clan if they did not. Nothing made sense to him; and he called out to his grandfather demanding to know what was going on. His brother was standing beside him, clinging to his robe and cowering slightly; he was only a young boy of 6; and he was scared by all the insanity happening around him. Their grandfather merely looked upon him with cold, almost dead eyes, and began blasting them with fire so hot that it actually managed to burn Houjin; who's own fires were so hot and his body so resistant to other's flames that he could enter the lava pools below the clan's compound by age 7 without difficulty; something only the most experienced fire sages had been able to accomplish. He fought with his grandfather, his only desire to protect his brother from the fighting. He was no match for the elder however; the elder was a lightning bender and Houjin had no training in redirection or creation of his own lightning; a blast to the back sent him to the ground; barely conscious and unable to move.

He watched his grandfather lift his brother by the throat and demand that he fire bend; even a lick of flame or smoke would and he would spare the boy. Jeice struggled against the grip, his eyes glowing with the ferocity of a firebender, but the unearthly glow of the long forgotten Energy Benders. His greatest secret, and Houjin's own; his brother had recently begun manifesting signs of natural energy bending; one of the rarest, and most coveted, bending abilities that had ever existed. However, his power was untrained, unrefined, and only just beginning to manifest; even if he had known what to do with it, he lacked the sheer force of will of his grandfather; and was easily overpowered. Failing to produce any sign; that the elder could (or would admit to) see(ing); of being a firebender; he snapped Jeice's neck and blasted his heart right out of his chest with a bolt of lightning, tossing the charred corpse of his grandson away like a piece of trash. That was the last thing Houjin saw before blacking out; and the last time he ever saw his home temple, or his own family; again.

RP Sample: This one sounded at least half interesting. People hearing things in the cemetery? Likely just some foxes playing, or kids being stupid; but you never know. Why this mission had so few takers was beyond him; the last time this one came up, it was literally just a bunch of kids playing a stupid prank; and likely all this one would be. Simple enough explanation, and a valid one given the history of the place. Kids now a days didn't have any respect for their history; they just saw an empty spot that people were afraid of for whatever reason, and figured they'd have some fun.

He waited until after sundown, relaxing in the guard station that for some reason was NEVER manned like it should be; sipping at cooling tea and just being bored. From where he sat, he could see the entire area; no big deal. Nothing yet, anyway. Not likely to be, this soon into the night.

Shit, he'd nearly dozed off that time. It was getting on near 2am when he finally heard something. Yowling and howls; but definitely not animals. They sounded human enough, but distorted; like they were coming from something mangled or distorted. Or through a bunch of hollow paper tubes with shaped bits of stuff inside of them for effect. Gods, this was painfully obvious.

Moving from the guard station, he made his way among the tombs and grave stones until he was behind where he figured the kids where; there was an odd light that was likely a torch or a camp-lamp coming from behind a small rocky outcropping. The closer he got, the clearer the sounds were; definately kids. He circled to the rocks until he was directly behind where they were hanging out; scaling them easily until he was above them. Yep, 5 or so; snot nosed and barely old enough to be in the academy. Right, time to show these kids something really scary.

Inhaling deeply, he charged his throat with Katon chakra and released a roar so loud it made a few of the kids piss themselves. That, or the racing flames did it. Either way, trails of urine followed the fleeing children. The flames wouldn't even singe their hair, so they were safe enough; but it was plenty terrifying to see nothing but a giant jet of flame and hear a dragon's roar in the middle of the night in a cemetery. Prolly thought a demon was after them for being stupid. He radio'd in what he'd found as he climbed down; heading back to the guard station to sleep off the rest of the shift.

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