Masaka Zange

[Kazankage Masaka]

Basic Information

Name: Masaka Zange

Alias: Kazankage; Saishioten no Kami (Saishioten’s God); Fuzen no Shinin (Sin’s Corpse)

Gender: Male

Age: 39; Apears 17

Height: 6'7"

Weight: 180 lbs

Appearance: A tall standing boyish face with a head filled with passion mounted on a thin but far from frail body would stand before you if only but a smile away. Masakas appearance is quick to change on whim of his emotions. The handsome boyish image is something his features could only give off if he had the ability to smile with compassion and sincerity. Lacking these attributes, he looks like a young man twisted with everything but remorse. His face speckled very lightly with a few freckles he has bright eyes and un-tanned skin. His red locks of hair dangle over his eyebrows and his are lips usually tweaked sideways in a smirk or devilish grin.


After meeting a cult at the beginning of his walk through puberty, they attacked his body. Destroying the way it was intended to work and grow. Causing Zange Masakas body to be riddled with metal, on the outside it is seen as spikes and chains, and on the inside small chains and wires hold his body together like tendons. The chains are literally alive and if he isn’t using them, will protect him from outside attacks. One look at his back and you will see two dangling chains that reach past his hips coming from his shoulder blades. 1.5 inch metal spikes protrude from his flesh rite behind both of his pink and index fingers knuckles. A 2 inch spike pokes upward from each knee, and each elbow, and lastly three 1 inch spikes pierce out of each of his feet. Though these barely poke out of his boot, they are located one on each heal pointing back, and two pointing down from the souls of his feet near the largest and smallest toes.


In his sacrificial form light is absorbed by his powerful chakra causing him to look like a Three-Dimensional shadow. Because of this he easily blends into small amounts of shade and darkness. His chains also become spiked and his spikes grow longer, harder, and more jagged, but stay laser sharp. His eyes become gateways to hell and to look into them is like looking straight into its flame.

RP Stats

Career: Village Leader; Religious Clan Leader

Rank: Kage

Skill Level: Advanced Jounin

Detailed Information

Village & Country: Fuzengakure & Jishin

Clan/Family: Saishioten Religious Clan

History:
About ten years before the birth of Masaka, there existed a small village made mostly of hunters and gatherers. This village was peaceful, and the people made a good living by selling and trading goods to other small villages in the area. If the story stayed this bright there might not be anything special to tell about Masaka, but the things took a turn for the worse.

One day rumors spread about a neighboring town being decimated. Though it would be confirmed soon after, the reason for such destruction to the little town was unknown. The days that followed would change things forever. Week after week another devastating event would occur; they were all tragically unexplainable, until finally the source struck their own home.

It came in the form of a giant beast. This monster was something that they had feared, it was a bijuu. It was then that a small group of heroes would appear, ninja from a far away clan that knew what to do. Together they calmed the beast and saved the people. Afterward, one of the ninja stayed behind. She took it upon herself to teach the people how to take care of themselves in such situations. Although the reason her people were able to stop the beast was a bloodline ability, she could help the villagers protect themselves in other ways.

This ninja taught them the basics of ninjutsu, and showed them how to use it to the fullest. The citizens were thankful and granted the woman a reward. Soon after they mastered the concept, the ninja took leave, and headed back to her own home. Ever since then, impart because of the loss of their neighboring villages business, and impart for their own protection, the people raised ninja.

Over time, the small village had grown, taking what they had learned and making it their own. The secret many of their ninja knew, and would protect was the ability to gather together so that they could match the chakra of a bijuu and suppress it by sealing it within one of their own. Thankfully they never had to endure an attack that would lead to this.

Finally, the time came when Masaka was born and was determined to go through training. He had silly dreams of being a top jounin, making everyone proud of him. He once had people there to be proud of him, to care for him. If he would look back at it now, in his current train of thought, he was once a fool, hopeless and weak like the rest of this pitiful populous.

At the age of six Masaka wouldn’t see sunshine and daffodils anymore. One day at the academy he had a hard time, being the quirky little booger blaster he was, the other children were quick to tease Masaka, like usual. But that never affected him. Zange Masaka read great stories about shinobi heroes and genius’s. That’s what he once wanted to be like, so he practiced whenever the other kids played without him. He never goofed off in class and always gave his all. Effort after effort he tried so hard to give all the elbow grease he could, but Masaka didn’t become amazing, he wasn’t any teachers favorite student, and most of the other kids passed him by . He felt average.

This riled Masaka up inside and he discovered he kind of liked the feeling. The circle repeated, Zange Masaka tried, Masaka just barely moved on, and Masaka became peeved. Slowly making progress, after much more hard work than any other student, he became a Gennin and received his forehead protector. At this point in his life he would undergo many missions where he couldn’t help his team as much as they needed, or his coordination was off by just the slightest and it caused him to need a helping hand. Anytime that happened, his peers were reluctant to push him along, and his sensei was very stern when they finished, or were forced to abandon the mission, and return home. Everyone looking down on Masaka became too much for him as his team neared the villages chuunin exams but were forced to forfeit because Masaka was the only one of them that failed a simple test to see if the group was ready.

Wailing, Masaka sat outside on this rainy day after his two gennin team mates fully turned their back on him. Feeling his blood boil, a smile smashed onto his face as he felt something new. Revenge began to fuel his thoughts, he wanted it. He wanted it against those who supported others who took in their teachings without trying hard, against those who mocked him for pushing himself to the limit and still not cutting it. This is when he heard it for the first time, it was a hiss almost serpent like. Tears stopped mixing with the rain on Masaka’s cheeks as his eyes opened wide. Feeling a warmth come from behind him as steam began hitting his back... turning, he found the hissing had come from a pool of hot rock, molten earth from behind him, quickly cooling as the raindrops hit it. It was almost beautiful to Masaka, like god didn’t answer his prayers, so the devil sent up a little gift just for him. Mesmerized, he touched it, and quickly pulled back. Surprised to find it didn’t burn him, little did he know he fell unconscious the second he touched it.

Within a hallucination, he touched it again; tripping on his own pants two sizes too large, he fell straight in. Panicking, he quickly grabbed for the edges, pulling himself out. Something was wrong. He could not seem to muster the strength to pull himself out of the hardening lava. It started to take form on his skin, hardening as black rock. He finally struggled out, but the black rock on his skin was growing, as if it were trying to take him over.

He heard a laughter come from the rock, now cold on his skin. His eyes opened wide, looking at the lava pool. It started heating up. He grabbed for his face, clawing at all of the rock and throwing it into the lava. It seemed to last hours for him, fighting this force from taking control. His efforts finally prevailed as he collapsed from exhaustion.

Minutes later he awoke to reality. Finding himself still mad he seethed in his bitterness. Noticing his surroundings, the rain had stopped and the pool of lava was still bubbling. Taking a minute to think, he formed hand seals, remembering the stories of the people that saved his village years ago could use jutsu to control wood. Concentrating his chakra, he caused it to feel the same in his hands as the heat source he felt on his skin. Doing this long enough caused the lava pool to expand outwards…

He thought that this power was miraculous, as he looked at his hands and then snapped his attention back to the Chuunin exam building, through the window he saw no one even cared he had run out. His peers looked quite obviously laughing about how he’s a failure and complaining that they had to put up with it. Then the lava began heating up again. He could almost feel it in his head, it was angry. The earth around it began to retreat back as it singed and scorched it from the heat of the now growing lava pool. Masaka held up his hand and pushed it towards the building. As if it understood, the magma melted its way to the wooden structure, and around the doors and windows.

Smoke began filling the building as gennin began to scream, and Chuunin examiners began to investigate. Seeing Masaka standing there through a window, one rushed at the boy stepping through the door. Masaka laughed, telling the examiner that one of the rules a ninja should go by is not acting to hastily. He then continued his smirk as the man’s foot plowed into the magma. Screaming in tremendous terror and confusion the man quickly went into a coma from the sheer pain of the heat, his body soon dried up, then ignited. Before any other examiners could really react to what they saw the building crumbled. A large crunch was all that was heard. Or at least, in Masaka’s mind, it was the only sound worth hearing, as all of the pleas for help and cries of agony weren’t even genuine enough to be laughable. If they really wanted help from their fates, they wouldn’t have asked for it. Masaka truly believed that.

After that, young Masaka knew why he hadn’t been succeeding in life. Feeling he had been taking the wrong approach. It wasn’t the hero he should want to be, but the one fighting the hero. Except Masaka thought he had figured out what it took to be better, so that those heroes didn’t come back to their villages alive, so that they were no more then lost souls. That way, no little boys would hear those tales and get false hope; no one would go through what he did just to get turned down by the world. Masaka would show everyone. So he found what little ninja accessories he could salvage from the now smoking wreckage he stood in front of, and headed out of the village before anyone could find him. It was then his life would change, because as he made his way, he was kidnapped. When the ashes of the building were investigated, it was thought that Masaka had died just like the rest of the buildings occupants.

Zoom ahead a few years, past many murders and other smaller crimes, Masaka felt like one of many for the first time, like he was fitting in. Masaka saw himself with hundreds of people all like him, wicked to the bone. Some called it a cult, but Masaka called them family for two years of his life as they taught him their ways, and began worshiping him for his lava element. To them, he became their god as they hoped, as prophecy foretold of a child with his abilities, when he grew older he would lead them to Salvation by Damnation.

What these people did for Masaka in their teachings was strengthen his body with the power of souls. Following their religion of Saishioten, his spirit became as strong as the molten rock he used as a tool for death. They then told him once his core, his heart and soul were black, tainted by evils, its’ aura could be used to overwhelm his body’s natural chakra giving him under-worldly energies.

The last thing they did was give him a gift, letting him know his body was a temple. Knowing this Masaka allowed his ‘temple’ to be one of worship to the underworld. That’s when they had at it, slicing him, chopping him, drilling and inserting. They told the boy to chant to the souls of the people he would kill in the future to get through the pain, pray to them as their deaths could fuel his power. Finally Masaka passed out from loss of blood, or… blood in his lungs causing lack of oxygen. When he opened his eyes again a few hours later, He was being what they called, 'Shadow mended' one of the jutsu he never had the chance to learn. His limbs were armed in what he considered sexy spikes, and his body was very heavy. Struggling, he sat up, hearing clanking behind him. To his surprise he found chains protruding from his back. If the devils temple were to be formed into a human shaped body, this would be what it would look like. Masaka smiled as he became dizzy. They finished their techniques that needed to be done to keep him alive.

The next day after a short recovery sleep, they told Masaka what they had done to him. Explaining that he was given one last weapon he could use when the time came to ‘free his people’ which to Masaka and his fellow Saishioten followers, meant unleashing all the collected souls and an army upon the earth. They told him that Shadow Mending was a technique that healed the body through pulling out the evil will of the persons soul being healed, and using it to let the body know that giving up isn’t an option, because then they could not commit more malicious or sinful acts. Essentially using the souls stubborn evil streak to force the body to not give out, and to continue to strengthen in order to continue evil.

That’s when they surprised Masaka. He felt pain. Straight in his neck as the villages eldest, considered Masaka’s second in command, swung a sword into him. Masaka thought he had been betrayed as he fell to the ground accepting his demise without hesitation. Hearing a few chuckles he was even more confused as he realized no blood spilt on the ground, even though his neck was split to the middle. He stood up, still feeling his body as a heavy metal filled abomination. Masakas elder then allotted him with the information of the chains in his body being able to be used to stop cuts from going deep, and the tiny not so important fact of… his heart being stopped the night before while he was being shadow mended. They let Masaka know that if there was a way for him to die, blood loss and a lack of limbs would not be it. He had become what they call a Jikogisei, a self sacrifice.

Six months would pass and Masaka no longer felt his body as heavy, in fact he seemed lighter than before. The chains in his body able to move at his will, little links underneath his skin everywhere ready to penetrate his epidermis and retract back unnoticeably. This is when they would take Masaka to his first ritual killing. They hung from a tree two nude women by their wrists. The girls screamed seeing the bodies of people of all ages, both fresh and rotting, in a trench. They knew what was to become of them. First Masakas elder came before them, bearing chains similar to Masakas. He greeted the ladies, and then wished them farewell as links of spiked metal stretched out from his thumb and wrist, restraining one of the ladies, and then squeezing her into pieces. As her blood splashed every which way the man’s chains retracted from her and went back into his hand as he motioned for Masaka to step up. The remaining sacrifice was to terrified from the image of the other woman’s demise to move anything, she just hung there devout of any life but the wideness of her eyes. The elder then gave the order to finish off the remaining woman as he stepped behind him. Without hesitation she was gone. Masaka had shoved the chains on his back down her throat, and tore out everything in her rib cage.

His elders hand touched his shoulder. He could feel him smiling behind himself when a pulse, a heartbeat so strong Masaka heard it in the back of his head. The next thing he knew he thought his eyes were blind, but he was wrong about that. A black chakra began seeping into him as he felt his elders hand slip off of his shoulder and his body thump onto the ground. The entire crowd bowed to him as this happened. Masakas body almost felt as if it disappeared that night. The light absorbing chakra that had just been forced into him jutsu took over. The crowd cheered and separated, all pointing to lights far off into the distance. They were torches and streetlights from a nearby slumbering village. Masaka knew instantly what was wanted from his village worshipers; he knew instantly what this dark chakra wanted. So he went to the village.

To his shock Masaka got there in seconds, reanalyzing his body he felt such power. This energy was intense. It made him so fast, so free, Masaka loved it. Back into the wants of this dark chakra, he could feel it calling him to kill a baby, the purest of innocence, so he did. In fact he killed seven babies that night, seventeen children, three people trying to be heroes, and forty-seven random defenseless civilians. The power his body was filled with was straining him, it was Masakas first time like this, and he was even more evil then the chakra that seeped out of him. He used it for too long, killing more than it asked. Although it was pleased, it was tired; Masaka could feel it fading away. At that time he made the decision to return home before the stealth it granted in the shadows and the speed it granted his feet fully vanished.

That same night the remaining innocent villagers were outraged at the slaughter. Following Masakas tracks foolishly left from his bloodlust. He had been crazed, Masaka got too carried away and now they wanted their own form of justice against the culprit. Finding where Masakas family was they started burning the altars that filled this strange and small ninja village, killing anyone they could find. The strongest of the Saishioten cultists fought back. They managed to kill every last one of the intruders, but there were less than 15 of Masakas followers left. In Masakas weakened state he was only able to kill five before becoming exhausted and retreating with the weakest of the family.

Afterwards Masaka was shunned. He had brought on the demise of those who gave him the power to save them. He was not yet ready to do so much with the power he had just received... Still thinking of him as a god they did not try to harm him, but they banished him far from them... He could no return until he was ready to lead them again. The next day Masaka had caught the eye of a random Ninja searching for missing-nin when he stumbled upon Masakas camp sight. Finding Masaka looked familiar, but not able to identify him with any bounties or bingo books, it must have clicked in his head that this was little Masaka Zange, one of the gennin that had died in a tragic Chuunin Exam fire long ago. Before he could react Masaka used a jutsu, swallowing him in a dragon of magma and slamming him into a nearby boulder. The evidence of the attack was probably to... evident. As it seemed many hunter-nin began appearing for the next few weeks one by one and two by three. Masaka killed them as they came, hiding only when he just wanted to rest to think about his mistakes.

Masaka was now 17. His body forever stuck looking that way after all the wretched things done to it. Tired of Oinin always looking for him he decided to go to the source. There he decided to kill his parents. They were both old now, and Masaka did it with ease. He continued with the rest of his former home, fighting anyone who tried to stop him. It was after the slaughter he remembered his village’s pride. He stole their secret scrolls, reading them he learned of the ability to seal great and powerful entities. He also learned that about 5 years ago, his village helped another village seal one of the bijuu away.

Masaka burned the scrolls, and made way to this other village’s location. It was there, late at night he made himself known. Tearing everyone apart and ruthlessly ending their lives, stopping only when he found Tenkou; the boy who seemed to be the child with the bijuu. Understanding that one day, having such a power on his side would lead to many more souls reaped for the Saishioten way. Masaka took the child under his wing and taught him everything the boy could handle.

Time went by and Masaka felt ready, so he and his new goon headed back to the rest of the Saishioten. When he returned he received a welcome much warmer than he had anticipated. His people were in need of departure, the few of them still alive were being hunted down by monks from faraway lands. Masaka could protect himself, but could not always be there for his kin, so they packed up and left that night for an ancient place they all could call home.

On the way they described their destination to Tenkou. It was a place built completely beneath the ground. A pyramid built not towards the heavens, but stretched towards hell. It hung from a giant caves ceiling and was once a necropolis for the Saishioten years ago. Masaka decided this was a great place to settle, with the mix of douton and youton he and Tenkou would rebuild the place, expanding it into a great new village.

Their caravan had arrived; Tenkou and Masaka working instantly to reopen its’ sealed and forgot entrances. The Saishioten settled in as work for the two commenced. After months of labor they had completed it, a city anew. Masaka then decided that to protect such a small number of people he would bring other ninja into the mix. Finally, with a hidden village, populated by ninja and citizens alike, Masaka gave name to it. Fuzen. He was declared Kazankage. Volcano Shadow; named such because like the volcanoes of the tectonically overactive land, he watched over the people. Masaka has been Kazankage for years now and feels confident in an opportune future.

[Kazankage Masaka]

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[Kazankage Masaka]

The Skills!!!

General
Stamina - 120

Taijutsu
Speed - 50
Strength - 65
Technique - 30

Ninjutsu
Chakra Control - 60
Jutsu Mastery - 80
Elemental Recomposition - 105

Genjutsu
Mental Awareness - 40
Complexity - 20
Efficiency - 50


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[Haywire]

I don't have much time at the moment, but the first thing I've noticed with this is that your status total 620... As a Jounin, you get a total of 290 and as an Advanced Jounin, you get an extra 40. This totals 330, not 620... Please fix this.

I'll probably look over the rest this afternoon or this evening.