[senju rinka]

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山中 依乃生

Name: Yamanaka Inosei
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Birthday: May 25, 1002
Birth origin: The Land of Fire
Birth village: Konohagakure
Military rank: Chuunin
Clan: Yamanaka x
Position: Academy Instructor | Root Member x
Alias:

ino-chi or sei-sei: cute diminutives given to him by ex-partners and close friends. more recently, sensei-sei, which his less formal students are inclined to call him.

hanashobu: the codename given to Inosei for purposes of anonymously interfacing with other root members and leadership. a reference to a type of flower that grows in the land of fire, popularly sold at the Yamanaka clan’s flower shop. the purple iris, in hanakotoba, signifies good news and loyalty.

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APPEARANCE

Height: 5'9" | 175cm
Weight: 150lb | 68kg

Slim, not particularly muscular, Inosei exudes an effortless 'I woke up like this' kind of charm. He wears his shoulder-length pale hair loose and layered, though he will adopt the traditional Yamanaka ponytail when on duty; his pinkish light skin is clear and free of blemishes, his glassy pale blue eyes taking in everything, and betraying nothing. His nails are manicured, his eyelashes long and dark and straight. His face is framed by delicate pieces of jewelry that complement his eye color, glass-and-gold-leaf earrings and a thin golden chain.

When within the village, either teaching or off-duty, Inosei favors loose white tops over a mesh armored shirt and slim black pants. He frequently wears an ostentatious long pink jacket with lots of pockets sewn into the lining, large enough to store small sealing scrolls, and prefers to wear his hitai-ate as a belt. He has another version of the same jacket in a darker palette for use when out on missions that require more discretion.

On his tongue is the cursed tongue eradication seal, the only visual marker of his connection to Root. When interfacing with other Root members or leadership, Inosei often prefers to use the transformation technique, but will also wear a traditional ANBU-style mask in the white fox stylization if desired.

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PERSONALITY

Nindo: Truth lies in perception.

It is difficult to say what is Correct or True about Inosei, what the essence is that lays in the meat of his soul. He carries himself through his day to day life as a conductor leading an orchestra; he is not a person so much as a pilot in a cockpit, with the flesh he inhabits acting as more of a home base than anything he has any meaningful attachment to. He's a social chameleon, his demeanor effortlessly adapting to his environment. The cruel, ruthless interrogator is as true as the empathetic, helpful instructor is as true as the cold, dispassionate shinobi operative. His persona shifts as easily as his face.

For all the construction and deceit, he's no empty sociopath. He cares deeply and passionately for hearth and home, and has heard the Yamanaka's call to action loud and clear: power has a cost. If the result is that his village and nation have a stronger position on the world stage, then Inosei will unflinchingly ensure that cost is paid. He is fond of his students and would cheerfully call his colleagues friend, and that fondness and friendship is no less meaningful to him for his willingness to sacrifice it all.

If his body is his home base, then his mission is his truth: the greater good is worth whatever it takes to get there, and Konohagakure is the greatest good there is.

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BIOGRAPHY

may 25, 1007

You are a young girl with sunlight-yellow hair to your waist and glass-bright eyes. The only birthday gift you asked for is also the only one you receive: a letter of acceptance to the Konohagakure shinobi academy. You start in a month. Your parents, who help tend the flower shop, are pleased enough; one of your cousins recently promoted to chuunin, and it's about time that you started your career. Mother has been teaching you hanakotoba for months; Father explains chakra theory as he shows you to tie your shoes.

On your first day of class, Mother braids zinnias into your hair. "The mind is your most powerful weapon," she tells you, smoothing a wrinkle out of your skirt. "Strengthen it. Claim it from others, and use it to serve."

may 25, 1011

This year's graduation ceremony is one month away. Everything about your progression has been average: your grades are acceptable, your ninjutsu adequate, chakra control at the apex of the bell curve. Your cousin was recruited to the intel division, or your father says; they're one of the brightest interrogators the clan has produced this generation.

Your father asks his older sister what he had missed. Her child is so accomplished, while his daughter drifts in the middle of the pack. From the flower shop she gives him lily of the valley, mountain laurel, azalea. From the flower shop, you learn.

You do not graduate this year.

may 25, 1013

Mind transfer is what you strive for; you make handseals at your little brother, nine years old, trying to force something to work. On a fluke, it happens.

You look at yourself in the mirror in your brother's body. You look at yourself on the floor from your brother's body: your hair to your waist, your wrinkled skirt to your knees, and blistered, cherry-red lips. You look at yourself in the mirror from the floor. Something works.

You cut your hair but keep your name. The body can change, and so can you.

This year's graduation ceremony is one month away. Your cousin recently cracked an uncooperative criminal that had been giving the interrogation team trouble, or so your mother says.

This year, you graduate.

may 25, 1016

You are a teen boy with sunlight-yellow hair to your chin and glassy blue eyes. Combat was never your forte, but you prove your worth on missions with traps and transfers. You study your team leader, your teammates, your enemies; you learn their tics and habits, favorite foods and irritating rivals, vocal quirks and preferred parents. Your mind becomes your sharpest weapon; the minds of others are readily added to your toolkit.

A man you don't know leads your team for a day, observing an infiltration mission. The objective is to recover a piece of information from the leader of a burgeoning bandit organization beginning to expand through the Land of Fire; they have a sponsor, and the village needs a name.

Your team slips in, gets the name, slips out. By the time you're done with the bandit leader he can't remember his own birthday, much less that your team was there.

The man confers with your mother, your father, your team leader. He watches you train, asks what kind of techniques you like to learn, wonders about your ambition. You can feel his gaze on your back and know that he is evaluating your usefulness, the strength of your mind. He asks if you want to serve the village. He extends an offer to work with him to ensure the Land of Fire's safety, the Hidden Leaf's strength.

Your cousin is working on a big project. If she succeeds, he'll promote to jounin soon, or so your father says.

You accept the man's offer.

may 25, 1018

There are other ways to earn your place than in front of a live international audience, and you know better than to showcase your skillset. You decline every invitation to the chuunin exams, toiling instead behind the guise of a dark cloak and a white fox mask; your promotion something you work towards slowly but surely. The question, as you seek your endorsements and file your paperwork, remains: where will you go?

Your cousin is working their way up to the Hokage's side, or so your mother says. You, meanwhile, have been a genin for five years, your training under the organization that sealed your tongue making your progression slow and grueling. Request a position on an operations team? Routine missions have never been where you excelled. Intel seems the obvious choice, but you're sixteen years old, and you wonder when you're going to stop chasing your cousin's shadow. He earned your respect by forging their own path; you have to earn hers by forging your own.

While you gather your paperwork, you go on a routine mission with a temporary team: Utsuki, Sarutobi, Uchiha. The team is ambushed by a desperate rogue ninja, and the Uchiha is too comfortable in his long-range tactics, and you cannot mind transfer quickly enough to save his arm. He's a soft boy, unused to this kind of brutality, and it affects him deeply: it activates his visual prowess, a single tomoe swirling into a sea of crimson in front of your eyes.

When he recovers, his comfort transforms into competency, aided by the power of the sharingan.

What would the village be like, you wonder, if more of the Uchiha children had access to this power? If those who did were pushed beyond the limitations of their complacency?

may 25, 1022

"Academy instructor?" Your mother is dismayed; your father disappointed. The man who cursed your tongue is doubtful, but invites you to share your reasoning.

Flowers of the foxglove are poisonous, you explain, but in smaller doses, carefully applied, it can heal the heart. You share the story of the teenage Uchiha, his complacency, the loss of his arm. You share what you witnessed over the years: his marriage, his descent back into creature comforts. The other Uchiha children with their potential untapped, because their families loved them too much to allow them to suffer.

What would the village be like, you ask, if more of the Uchiha children had access to this power? Belladonna was deadly, yes, but administered in small doses, over time, built a tolerance. Resilience. With guidance, in a controlled environment, you could arrange for the development of the sharingan and be equipped to mitigate the damage after the fact. Yes, the children would suffer. Members of their family would die.

The greater good is worth whatever it takes to get there, you tell him earnestly, and Konohagakure is the greatest good there is.

Your promotion is processed swiftly, with little fanfare. Three of the Uchiha children are placed in your class, under your tutelage. You take your time: like your cousin, climbing the ranks over eighteen years, working their way to the Hokage's side, you know the value of pacing yourself. For now, you observe. You learn. You bond.

War is brewing on the horizon, and the children must learn their flowers.

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COMBAT FILES

Natural Chakra: katon
Chakra Affinities: katon, suiton
Primary Specialization: fuinjutsu
Secondary Specialization: ninjutsu (general)

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INVENTORY

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FIGHTING STYLE

A true support-class shinobi, Inosei would sooner flee than be caught in a one-on-one confrontation. His baseline level of competency is average for his rank and adequate enough to allow him to instruct academy students, but his skill with self-defense techniques is extremely bare-bones. His specialty lies in laying traps and gathering intelligence; he is adept with the Yamanaka hijutsu and various forms of crowd control, aiming to provide a distraction for teammates or give him an opening with which he can perform a mind body transfer.

In fuinjutsu, his true focus of study, he enjoys the use of paralysis and entrapment techniques, as well as more explosive effects utilizing katon or suiton to either cause direct harm to the affected target or slow them down significantly enough to allow him to employ telepathic techniques. He is far more effective at detainment and capture than he is at killing, though those who have the misfortune of falling into his possession may end up wishing for death.

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JUTSU

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[attr="class","smjsftb"]A-RANKS

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[attr="class","smjsftb"]B-RANKS

x jōzan shīru [multiplying seals]

x uetsukeru no jutsu [memory implant technique]
x saiko denshin [psycho mind transmission]

[attr="class","smjsftb"]C-RANKS

x eikyō kawarimi no jutsu [impact body replacement technique]
x setchaku-zai kawarimi no jutsu [adhesive body replacement technique]
x hikin fuinjutsu [generic sealing technique]
x futaishō shīru [genjutsu intolerance seal]

x shintenshin no jutsu [mind body switch technique]
x shingyakushin no jutsu [mind reverse body technique]

[attr="class","smjsftb"]D-RANKS

x ōbun neppa [oven heatwave]
x arainagasu [rinse away]

x kenbōshō no jutsu [memory erasing technique]

x shunshin no jutsu [body flicker technique]
x kinobori no waza [act of tree climbing]
x suimen hokou no waza [act of water surface walking]

[attr="class","smjsftb"]E-RANKS

x henge no jutsu [transformation technique]
x bunshin no jutsu [clone technique]
x kawarimi no jutsu [substitution technique]
x kakuremino no jutsu [cloak of invisibility technique]
x nawanuke no jutsu [rope escape technique]

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SPECIAL ABILITIES

『 for reasons unknown | yamanaka hijutsu 』

Telepathic communication; uncovering, implanting, and destroying memories; total domination of the mind. Inosei started learning the Yamanaka hijutsu young and has been a close study of it throughout his short career.

『 change your mind | emotional intelligence 』

Inosei is acutely aware of the tethers that bind people to each other: he's fascinated by the human mind, well-versed in its destruction, and highly capable of identifying the best ways in which to do it. While he doesn't have the visual acuity to track a kunai flying south by southwest at two hundred kilometers an hour, he's incredibly adept at reading body language and intuiting the subconscious meaning behind a person's words and actions.

『 somebody told me | masterful deceit 』

Intimate knowledge of body language and psychological cues have made Inosei as adept at lying as he is at identifying a lie. He possesses the unique ability to control his own subconscious responses, making him able to mimic the body language appropriate to model whichever emotion he wants to convey. This has the secondary benefit of making him especially effective at using the mind body switch or transformation technique, as he's able to shed his natural instinctive responses in favor of inhabiting a different persona.

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OOC INFORMATION

CHAT NAME: tact
LOCKER COMBO: 33 -- AI -- 120
FACE CLAIM SERIES: howl's moving castle
FACE CLAIM NAME: howl jenkins pendragon

akira

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