Post by Vulgair Macuil on Jan 16, 2020 18:30:31 GMT -5
Vulgair Macuil
Rank: A
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Vulgair stands around 6 feet tall. He sometimes hunches his shoulders, making him look shorter. His frame is not particularly large, though he carries more weight than one might expect. Unfortunately, that doesn't translate into power, he's just a thick fleshy dude lacking the strength of a Taijutsu or Weaponry user. He's sensitive about his weight - a solid 110 kilos, but its not obvious and usually doesn't come up in conversation. His face by default is solemn, but this vibe can disappear quickly when he is talking or excited. One of his parents maried into the Macuil, lending him regular (unpointed) ears through slightly recessive genes.
His hair is black and messy, usually needing a hair cut. It often gets in his eyes due to a conspicuous lack of styling. He only cuts it when the hair on the back of his head feels "bendy" and not "spiky" - around 3 centimeters long.The hair on his face forms a patchy (thin) beard and moustache. Depending on his state of intended cleanliness, that hair's state will vary. If he is meeting someone he respects greatly, or going to something casual, he will usually clean shave. If he is going to something relaxed or friendly, he might shave if the facial hair is growing beyond a stubble, and getting unruly. It's obvious if he is really tired, or mad, or doesn't like someone. Then, his facial hair will be rather unkempt and clearly overgrown. As trimming is his only real method of styling any hair, those who experience his displeasure also experience the equivalent of an overgrown topiary on his face.
His appearance is similarly a little slovenly. While he won't outright buy cheap clothing anymore, he definitely doesn't pursue fashion. He'll wear higher quality materials because he finds them more comfortable, they last longer, and don't look so shabby. If found in a casual setting, he tends to wear T-shirts with simple prints or a single color. Said color ranges from black and navy blue to brightish yellow or orange depending on his mood. He wears cargo shorts if given a choice (he likes pockets), and eschews open toed shoes, preferring some form of hiking shoe, sneakers, or running shoes.
For missions and other planned strenuous activities, he usually wears a black muscle shirt underneath a long sleeved black shift. His pants are usually monotone navy blue, light-ish grey, or black. His feet usually wear steel toed boots (which are surprisingly mobile once broken in), and he sometimes has a face mask or bandana on his head. He often wears a long trench coat, with many pockets inside and out. In other words, he dresses for the job, putting aside some personal discomfort for the extra utility. Occasionally, especially at night, his attire has come in handy against opponents weak in the senses.
Village: Shimagakure.
Clan: Macuil Cloister
Bloodline: N/A
Clan/Bloodline Traits: Dark Chakra Arts, Pact Seal, Forbidden Knowledge
Specialty: Spacetime.
Element: Lightning
Personality:
To describe this Macuil simply - he's quirky, eccentric, somewhat cynical, and struggles to repress his outward emotions - especially frustration and a damaged capacity for joy/affection. So he's complicated. So what?
The first thing people tend to notice, is the brooding expression on his face. This is legit, ladies and gents. Yours truly is often mulling something over with his head in the clouds. Unless focused on the present, his mind is prone to wandering down with wild trains of thought, attempting to connect opposite ends of the galaxy. With the way many people are, he isn't always at a happy place. As mentioned earlier, his brooding vibe can disappear in an instant. He comes alive when enthusiastically talking about something he is interested in. This makes his often palpable aura of doom and gloom disappears. This isn't to say he's always depressing or sad, just that he tends to think over many things, and humans can be real crummy. In fact,he has quite a temper, but it usually rears its ugly head in private.
Speaking of thinking. He has a bad habit of over thinking new tasks. He's struggled with a persistent fear of failure for most of his life, often without a real cause. This often makes him overly cautious and can be a problem without a steady hand to guide him. Conversely, when he is excited/tired/in a rush, he is prone to diving into tasks without thinking over everything. Under these circumstances, he can easily lose track of details - he's more of a big picture guy. When paying attention, his adopted attention to detail can make him highly effective, but this is not his natural state and it drains a lot of his mental energy.
He used to be a happy go lucky guy, with a healthy side of altruism. Unfortunately, life does not always reward those kind of heart. While he has been unable to extinguish his happy helpful soul, he has successfully secured it in a bank vault, safe from the general public. In English, that means he consciously suppresses his innate personality in favor of a colder exterior. This is an attempt to spare him further unnecessary grief and struggle. Occasionally, he is too restless or genuinely happy about something. The pent up emotions bubble through almost make him seem like a different person. Around people he knows better, who have earned his trust, he is more consistently friendly and engaging.
He's fully in the quirky side of things - astute people might notice some spectrum-like behaviors. He's unusually picky about some smaller things, almost to an obsession. An obvious example would be his need for comfortable clothing - he will NOT wear wet stuff outside of the pool or showers. He tends to pack almost everything he handles himself, believing he is generally more space efficient. His clothing almost always has an abundance of pockets, and he tends to collect a lot of extra boxes - both because he really, really loves the idea of extra storage units. His rather significant fear of new tasks likewise fits this picture.
He is somewhat prone to wild ideas. These can take a lot of time to explain, and given time he will genuinely try to communicate. Unfortunately, people often are not interested, or judge his ideas before he is finished speaking - happy to supplant them with their own incomplete judgements. Nowadays, he keeps a lot of his ideas filed away in secret stashes, and he's rather choosy about who he shares ideas with. His general stance in the present, is that others should show interest in the ideas first, rather than him initiating contact. This has led to many ideas being sequestered away, likely for an eternity, purely because he has nobody to talk to about them. Those with genuine intent to learn, he may decide to teach. But he has to resist the urge to just share ideas with others. That has rarely turned out well for him even in the best of scenarios.
His most painful quirk, is that he sometimes pieces together likely results from people's actions. This is not through some clairvoyance, but more through observation and actual attention when others are acting or speaking. This leads to frustration when others are not willing to reciprocate the same level of attention. More pertinently, he has somewhat suppressed a habit of trying to help other people - when they haven't seen the problem themselves. This leads him to a lot of conflict, and is the biggest reason he has partially withdrawn from society as a whole.
History:
He was a bit of a weird kid. Not explicitly bad - he wasn't one of the violent sociopaths. Just... he exhibited odd behaviors, and nobody knew what to make of it. His parents were rather strict and he ended up not socializing with the other kids. This hurt his interpersonal skills in the short term, depriving him of the normal experiences that other children got in droves. While he showed some unique interests as a child, his parents only paid attention to specific things. His parents believed in self teaching , and he was often left to his own devices. Because of his lack of social experience - and little guidance, he often ran into unwritten rules face first. Like many things in life, he would learn them the hard way. It's an odd juxtaposition, being home schooled laissez faire.
As he got a little older, he started running into problems. His parents starting having more expectations for performance, organization, and otherwise. This would have been fine if they bothered communicating said expectations to Vulgair. Instead, they never bothered to explain themselves, and he had to figure things out on his own when they inevitably were upset. Despite simmering tensions remaining among some of Shimagakure's clans, he found himself getting along better with strangers than his own family.
Occasionally he made use of a proclivity for bossiness. When kids would have mock "wars" between each other, Vulgair often pushed himself through to the top of the command chain. This wasn't out of a desire to dominate other people. Rather, he thought he saw more information in the mock fights than the other kids. His emphatic behavior led them to follow, if only so he would shut up. His family, in rare moments of levity, would joke that he completed his first military operation at the age of 6. Even in mock victory, he never felt himself become any closer to the other kids. They always felt distant as weak acquaintances. They usually had established friend groups and weren't open to newcomers from weird families. As one might guess, this was an isolating experience, and probably damaging to the psyche.
Vulgair ended up spending his first 11 to 12 years as a daily slog. Please the parents with boring activities that didn't feel important. Play along with the other kids, who were happy to leave him all alone. Do his studies, by himself, self taught, because clearly that was more efficient, as that's how they typically taught even advanced students. He even learned a bit of sarcasm, so he could know when people (especially his parents) were actually happy, or mocking the situation. The closest things he had to a real mentor (or even friend) were teachers in the extra classes he also had to take. Some of them appreciated the quiet attention he gave, unlike the other kids. Of course, they didn't know that Vulgair had sort of had this beaten into him privately, so they just assumed he was going to be a successful man in twenty years.
By the time he was a tweenager, he was almost in constant conflict with his parents. His brother was a quieter kid who instead hid, so for the time being they were allies by virtue of common enemies. His parents had come to the startling realization that Vulgair was not doing great in school. They realized that he was becoming really screwed up. He was almost always alone - both by choice and because nobody knew him and wanted to be his buddy. His socialization skills were close to nonexistent. He had no motivation to continue with his studies, as he was not a "genius", his interests lay in other areas, and his family let him remain isolated with his schooling. His tutor all but forgot that Vulgair was a pupil of his.
Of course, this state of affairs was not tenable. As a teenager, his parents found out how much Vulgair had been slacking, and the result was rather... explosive. While his parents had been inattentive for so long, Vulgair had fallen years back on his studies. While he was doing very well in other areas - coming across rather professional for someone so young - he was lacking in the most critical areas. Did I mention his parents flipped a lid?
He stopped even pretending to go to school, and dropped out to work. In many ways, this was the balm he needed for some of his emotional scars. Now he had a sense of worth again, since his coworkers cared about what Vulgair did. Some of his bosses were actually appreciative when he put in effort, or tried to help others. It was to help their bottom line, most of the time, but any recognition is better than... none. Negligence can hurt most of all.
Vulgair spent several years out of school, just working. This part of life was much more relaxing. Everything he had to learn had an actual purpose, if only to fulfill some red tape or please a higher up. His effort felt less wasted. He could roll up to the job without having to prepare himself for another pile of things to cram into his head. He was able to finally grow his social skills through frequent interaction with both his coworkers and the customers. At first, he was really awkward. That was unavoidable. But he kept trying, even when things fell apart. During the course of a couple of years, he was able to pick up on many of the hidden societal rules that were missing from his earlier "home education". He became more able to hold conversations, and even got promoted a couple of times. For a good while, he was actually happy - out from under his parent's negligent thumbs.
Of course, all things come to an end. For Vulgair, this was when he realized that he wasn't making enough money in the long term. Specifically, this was because someone mugged him and took his hard earned cash. Even if he was successful in the private sector, he was still a vulnerable civilian. It was time for a career change.
At the ripe age of 20, he had decided enough was enough. He began training to be a ninja. At first, this was in secret, but later it was his obsession - he would split his time between work, sleep, and training. He knew he had a lot of lost ground to catch up. While he didn't have the brimming potential of a teen trained for years in the martial arts, he did have some extra life experience and a calculating mind trained to focus on efficiency. It turned out he was surprisingly alright at the ninja stuff, now that he had a purpose to focus his new studies on.
His genin career was not particularly eventful. Like before, he tried to focus on learning the hidden rules of the ninja, growing into a decent ninja without any special training or mentorship. It was only with his Chuunin exams that his thinking really began to shine. Despite having very little in the way of bloodline related techniques, or many jutsu at all, he made it all the way to the finals of the tournament bracket. This was achieved through careful analysis of his opponents, and using any legal weakness. He wasn't a monster - he wouldn't use external vulnerabilities such as extorting his opponent's family or kidnapping pets. Rather, he would carefully study the opponents using his prior experience and analyses, to determine their fighting style, their strengths and weaknesses, and therefore the optimal counters with the best chance of succeeding. This allowed him to defeat a couple of "genuis" genin who had been far more sheltered, due to their own arrogance or naivete. The other similarly disadvantaged genin were defeated handily. He could not surpass the final opponent - because she was both talents and worked extremely hard. Even harder than Vulgair had, in fact. So he forfeited after a drawn out battle when the last of his counters failed. He left items strewn everywhere across the arena in his wake. He had left a dizzying amount of traps for his opponent but she was the first to power through or outright dodge them all. He had to respect that, and didn't feel like resorting to dirty tactics.
Apparently, his superiors also respected his efforts and careful planning. After all, it had allowed a relatively inexperienced genin to triumph over much of the competition, and put up a respectable fight against a vastly superior opponent. Vulgair woke up as a Chuunin.
He thought he was almost done learning.
Not so.
While he had a lot of the basics down, he was still too physically weak to safely lead teams. So while his own team of genin trained, he joined them, improving his physical complexion. At night, he studied the ways of the Jounin, with the intent of improving his leadership as a Chuunin - what better way to learn than from his superiors? The hard work paid off - he quickly discarded "classic" techniques he had been employing in combat encounters that dated back to his years as a kid commander on the playground. If anything, he began picking up a lot of new techniques and strategies for sniffing out the enemies that required years of expertise to devise independently. When he wasn't training himself or his team, or leading missions, he was shadowing jounin, picking up as much as possible.
It paid off. He completed a lot of missions successfully with his team for several years, and was moved to under the command of a Jounin. While he had spent a lot of time honing his mind and body, he needed to gain individual power. Like before, his unit was a small family. Not conflict free, but a much more pleasant sensation than his original, now estranged kin. People died, others moved in to replace them. He and the command were the two constants in an ever shifting unit, and the camaraderie built up - the Jounin was effectively his second and arguably true father. As Vulgair got older and more powerful, the difficult of missions went up. Instead of rescuing animals and clearing out the remains of natural disasters, he was instead helping with covert operations.
His promotion to Jounin came as a bit of a shock. Vulgair had been on medical leave, and his team had left with a replacement on a mission. They came back minus one of the other Chuunin - and the Jounin who had mentored him. Still grieving, Vulgair was given the mantle of leadership by the village leadership, and given the task of revenge. He had to finish the task his mentor had failed, with a reformed team. Despite his mental anguish, Vulgair was very, very patient, and worked to convince his leadership to do the same. Delayed success was superior to a rapid failure, when the outcome was important. In fact, he waited several months before finishing off the intended target - accomplishing a slew of other missions while collecting better intel.
After the death of his last mentor, Vulgair tried to avoid becoming close to other people. That had never worked out previously, and now they were liable to die any day. He focused on his own achievements and skill, while taking care to support his crew so that they could grow into leadership positions themselves. Over the course of five years, Vulgair further proved himself as a reliable operative. Not a flashy guy, just one with meticulous planning as his weapon. After a large skirmish with pirates - in which many ninjas were lost - there were open seats near the top, and Vulgair was given a place near the table due to his hard work, success rates, and relative altruism.
Total Stats: 350 (A rank)
Speed: 50
Strength: 25
Durability: 25
Chakra: 200
Reserves: 50
Alts?: not here lol
Other Notes: Gunning for an A rank position off event
RP Sample:
God, he hated early mornings. It was part of the territory, but years of training hadn't helped one bit.
He yawned widely, alerting his partner that he was awake. No carnage in sight yet. That was good.
They were tracking a large group of bandits, ascertaining their strengths as the lead scouts for a counter-strike force. Said bandits had been roaming the countryside, ransacking and pillaging. Despite being on the mainland, they were such a large problem that a full ninja village of Shimagakure had been called in to suppress them. Of course, that was top secret information you didn't hear, ya dig?
Even for high ranking ninjas like Vulgair and his partner, it was ridiculous to attack the bandit horde. There had to be at least hundreds of them, and Vulgair preferred minimizing his own losses. Even if the bandits had been essentially disgruntled civilians, Vulgair would have wanted an organized team of nuking ninjutsu spammers, genjutsu users, some barrier specialists, and some medics if available. He could often take care of the transportation side of things.... However, for a confrontation with deserting ninjas and the like, losses were unavoidable.
So, as unglamorous as it may seem, scouting was really an important job. And he didn't intend to return with just numbers. His commanding officers would want information on the components of the bandit horde. Targeted strikes were in the cards, but you also didn't hear that.
The bandits went about their morning business. They had scouts of their own roaming the grasslands below Vulgair's hill. They even had a scout on the hill overshadowing Vulgair's little encampment, but he had somehow fallen asleep, and missed everything. The deserted ninjas tended to be higher up the ranks of the bandit horde, and they weren't going to risk their necks for their comrades by going out into the wilderness to keep watch.
In case it wasn't clear, Vulgair was here to flush out said ninjas, and cause a little chaos along the way. Part one of his plan was coming to fruition right about.... now. His binoculars whipped out below the calming shade of a large tree - there was no sunlight to reflect off the lenses and give away their position.
One of the bandits stumbled away from the camp. His face was green, visible even from very far away. He fell to his knees, then collapsed on the ground. Bile splattered onto the ground. The bandit's body quivered rapidly, before unleashing more vile fluids. More of them began emerging from tents and the like, all over the encampment. Not all the bandits were affected, but that wasn't the intent. Vulgair couldn't help but grin. Part one was going swimmingly. Soon, a dozen or so people emerged from some of the central tents. They looked super freaked out, but then scattered, visiting with each of the bandits collapsed on the ground. A rumbling could be heard, faintly, with a dot growing on the horizon.
So they did have a medical corp. Vulgair thought he recognized a few from prior conflicts. Part two came into play soon after.
The distant rumbling grew louder. With his trained ninja ears, Vulgair had noticed it well before most of the bandits. But some others emerged from some central tents. Some climbed up high for a better view, while others weaved handsigns. In the span of a few minutes, the dot had grown into a large line that extended into a square. Clouds of dust were being kicked up, giving the oncoming traffic the appearance of a sand storm.
The bandits freaked the hell out. In fact, some of the posted scouts retreated from their posts and scurried back to the main force to regroup. Fortunately, this included the scout Vulgair had put to sleep earlier - the ground had started to quake and likely woken him.
The bandits grouped into formation, with some of the rougher ones standing at the front. Hmmmm.
The ones at the front were probably some mix of taijutsu users and the tough grunts. The casting users were going to be a bit farther back from the initial point of contact. Where possible, anyway.
The wave of stampeding beasts suddenly filled the grasslands of the valley. The dust rose a good kilometer in the air behind them, drifting away on the wind. The previous night, using information from wildlife experts, Vulgair and his partner had blocked off the normal routes for the stampeding beasts. They had been careful to make the avalanches and collapsed trees look accidental, and it appeared nobody but the stampeding beasts had picked up on this. Part two was also a success.
Part three was the fun part.
The bandits were beleaguered by illness (Vulgair's duo had intentionally poisoned the nearby river with pathogens from dead animals). The medics had exposed themselves - his buddy was drawing their faces as Vulgair watched the main event. Now, the bandits were going to prove their strength, burn through some stamina, and probably lose a few people.
The bandits were surprisingly prepared. He made note of that. The grunts were mostly grouped to form a larger object for the beasts to hopefully avoid, rather than grouping solo. Well. A few of them didn't listen, panicked, and got trampled. The rest got the message and huddled. Some of the bandits - wearing some flashy clothing to distinguish themselves - had prepared some jutsu, and Vulgair was glad the stampede bore the brunt, not his troops. Large ninjutsu flashed through the air, exploding among the beasts, creating large craters. Tides of water tried to contain or shift the tide of flowing flesh. Some of the wildebeests disappeared into the nothingness behind portals. A few particularly buff looking people were at the front punching beasts that made it past the bombardment.
Truth be told, the ninjas put up a better fight than expected. After a good half hour, the beasts were finally dead or past the bandits altogether. A good number of the bandits were down, including some of the unlucky ninjas - one had amusingly enough been squashed by a beast knocked into the air by one of the buff dudes up front.
He smiled, in the darkness. They now had intel on the bandit army composition, leadership, and preparedness - even burning some pre-prepared jutsu. His partner had the faces drawn of every important member of the opponent army. Now all they had to do was go back to camp, while the bandits picked themselves up. Him and his buddy had done plenty of damage without revealing their presence. Now he just had to report back....
