000 : Application
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hereCharacter: Hyuuga Neji
Age: 19
PB: (
Takeshi Kaneshiro )
Classification: Dirt-haired
Occupation: Farm worker (slaughter and disposal) / Hyuuga security
Background History:
Being born into a prominent Clan, even a dirt-haired one, should have afforded Neji a somewhat easier life then others living in the Third District. However, because his father was the younger twin of the Hyuuga leader, his side of the family was classified as Branch. The Branch in Hyuuga were tasked with serving the Main line, relegated to making sure that they were safe and protected in a part of the City that seemed to thrive on destroying its inhabitants.
From birth, Neji was trained in defensive martial arts, specifically a weaponless form of Kung Fu. He excelled in his studies and was constantly praised by his father for his quick mind and ability to adapt the fighting style to the situation at hand. For the first part of his life, Neji was almost always happy, bathed in adoration from the other Branch members as their genius prodigy.
Everything changed when the head of the Hyuuga Clan was accused by a member of the First District of trafficking stolen goods and weapons into the Third district. Despite there being little evidence, judgment was swift and he was condemned to be executed immediately and in front of the First District public. Before he was turned over to the police, Neji's father replaced him. Being an identical twin, it was easy to fool the police and receive the punishment instead. Through an illegal video feed, Neji was able to watch them execute his father in place of his uncle.
Anger led him to demand retribution for his father's death even though doing so would risk the Hyuuga Clan as a whole. But his uncle was firm. Any attempt at revenge would result in retaliation as the Clan as a whole and it was not acceptable. He ordered Neji to obey his order or risk being disowned from the Clan. Even Neji knew that at his age, this was certain death. He acquiesed to his uncle's will, feeling betrayed by him and the Clan as a whole.
Trapped in his role as a member of the Branch, forever forbidden to avenge his father's death, Neji's life turned around dramatically. He continued to study martial arts, perfecting his form in every style he came across. He continued to serve the Main family dutifully, though he resented ever minute of it. The Branch family still considered him a prodigy and their best member but he scorned it all, choosing solitude over any affection they provided.
It would be years before he received the letter his father had left him. In it, his father explained that he had not been ordered to take his brother's place but instead had chosen to do so. The Third District promised any number of ways to die but Neji's father had decided to die doing what he had always done, protecting the Clan. He believed in his brother's ability to lead and keep it safe. The chance to replace his brother had not been forced upon him but rather it was a honor that he had accepted with pride.
His uncle reluctantly corroborated the story, still feeling shame at what had happened all those years ago. He had understood the desire for revenge but understood too that it would only lead the destruction of his family. It took time, but Neji slowly began to see why his uncle had acted the way he had. And more so, he began to see why his father had been willing to sacrifice himself for the Hyuuga Clan leader.
Today, Neji continues to struggle with his past. He has burned most of his bridges within the Clan and repairing them will time. He serves the Hyuuga now with grim determination, working to protect its members from anything the City that threatens them with.
Personality/Likes & Dislikes:
Neji has spent much of his life in solitude and he still prefers that over the company of others. In social situations, his words are few and well chosen. He is polite to a fault, something not generally seen in the Third District. He wouldn't be seen as friendly, most people would write him off as aloof. It's not entirely true, he simply prefers to keep distant from most people.
Outside of the Clan house, Neji would appear calm to most passerby's. However those with any martial arts experience would recognize he is constantly scanning the area for potential threats. Incidentally, he considers almost everything in the City a potential threat. It would make most people appear paranoid or nervous but Neji doesn't show any outward signs.
For the most part, he is tolerant of other people in the Third District but tends to distrust most of them. Trust can be won and a few outsiders have managed to earn it. But even then, it's never full acceptance. The First District, which reveled in his father's execution, has earned his hatred but it is not something he would ever act on. He is indifferent to the Second District, not really interacting with them enough to form an opinion.
His job at the farm is not one he enjoys. However, he takes some pride in being able to slaughter the animals without causing them much discomfort. There are a few stray animals that frequent the area and he occasionally feeds them the bits of the carcasses that humans would not eat. His only form of disobedience at the farm involves stealing chicken feed to give to any bird he comes across.
His free time is rarely spent doing anything other then training or helping with the Clan. He may have hated his uncle before but now he finds himself constantly trying to impress him. Whether this is because of a switch in Neji's view of the Clan head or because sometimes he sees his father instead of his uncle is unclear.
Sample Post:
First Person Rain always presents itself as both a problem and a solution. On the one hand, the overcast morning meant that every available pot was pulled out to be used to collect water from the holes in the roof rather then risk it rotting the floors. On the other hand, however, it means that there would be fresh water in ample supply for the days to come. The roof will have to be patched soon or else we will be sleeping under the stars (or many stars as are visible from behind the glow of the First District). It would not be an unpleasant prospect if the nights were always clear but they suffer the same afflictions that the day does. And there are few things worse then awakening to the steady dripping of cold water on your face.
Finding supplies to fix the roof always presents a challenge. The person with lumber wants a bit of silk in exchange for it. The person with the silk wants a gold necklace. And so on and so on until finally, someone wants something you can provide. I have no desire to know what anyone would do with a cow's skull but it is something I have ready access to and would most likely not be missed. True, anyone could easily go to Masenshi and have them do the work for you. But I doubt their final price would be as trivial as animal leftovers.
As with the house, the farm too is presented with the problem and solution of rain. Too much and the fragile sprouts will be washed away. Not enough and they will wither and die. And there is never just enough rain. It is a problem that is rampant throughout most of the Third District. There is never 'just enough' of anything. Because even though I found the lumber and traded my way to it, there are no nails anywhere to be found.
Third PersonWhen transporting a large package through certain portions of the Third District, it behooves people to be as secretive as possible. Carrying it out in the open is about as effective as placing a large target on your back and hoping no one notices. A majority of women can get away with concealing the package under blankets and holding it as if it were a child. It stops most people and the ones it doesn't were usually more interested in the carrier then anything they were carrying. Men tend to go for the beer belly approach, stuffing it under a coat and waddling down the streets, attempting to appear nonchalant and usually failing miserable.
For someone like Neji, there was no reason to conceal it. He simply held it in his hand and made his way down the street, turning down one corner then another at a steady pace. A few people eyed the potential target but quickly folded when they met his eyes. A lot could be said without words and Neji was a master of relaying how foolish it would be to attempt to take what he was carrying.
It was inevitable that someone would try. The way back home could lead him down many dark allies and this day was no exception. The second the bustle of the crowd began to fade, he heard them. He didn't alter his pace, simply listened as the two... no three thieves began to circle. He eventually came to a stop and placed the package at his feet. Turning, he faced the two men that had appeared from the shadows.
The first thief made the same mistake that most thieves do. He assumed that a knife in the open was a show of strength and dominance, that it would be enough to make a solo traveler cower in fear. When Neji appeared unimpressed by the blade, they made verbal threats instead. When he didn't respond, they became annoyed. Allowing themselves to get angry was their second mistake.
The thief with the knife slashed recklessly towards his chest. It was a simple matter for Neji to deflect the initial strike, grab the attacker's wrist then push against outer part of the now locked elbow. Using just enough force, he forced it to break. The knife fell the ground, clattering uselessly as Neji continued his defensive maneuver. A short kick to the knee forced the thief to drop to the ground. A final strike at the temple rendered him unconscious.
The second thief was understandably upset. He threw punches wildly which allowed Neji to block them easily all the while keeping the package safe at his feet. Neji was patient and waited until a wild strike came at his head. He ducked rather then block and delivered a palm strike to the man's solar plexus. The thief's body reacted automatically, gasping desperately to replace the air it had lost. He was too distracted to see Neji's second blow coming, he simply ended up crumpled next to the body of his comrade.
Neji straightened himself and deftly swatted at the bit of dust that had landed on his shirt. He eyed the alley for the third attacker and eventually made out the small form in the shadows. He stared at it, idly wondering if the young boy would bother to try. The child did, running at him with a bat he could barely hold up. Neji sidestepped out of the way. The child turned and roared, charging once more only to have Neji step out of the way again. He tried for the third time but by then, Neji had had enough. Instead of evading, he reached out and plucked the bat out of the child's hand and grabbed him by the back of the shirt.
Neji pushed him forward so that the child tripped over the unconscious bodies on the ground. He looked at Neji with hate in his eyes but also a bit of pride. Apparently begging was out of the question. Neji smirked a bit at that and looked at the child firmly. "You need practice," Neji said, before picking his package off the ground and proceeding down the alley.
