Post by Hidan on Dec 22, 2011 15:46:40 GMT -6
"All for Lord Jashin"
Name: Hidan
Age: 22
Village: Yugakure (The Hot Springs Village)
Rank: S Missing Nin, Akatsuki
Alias: Carl
Gender: Male
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 123 lbs.
Bloodline: N/A
Jutsu Specialization: Taijutsu and Kenjutsu
Appearance
Hidan has shoulder-length, slicked-back white hair and violet eyes. His skin is pale and he's fairly muscular due to his line of work. He always wears a silver rosary (a pendant with the charm of an upside-down equilateral triangle inscribed in a circle) around his neck, where his anti-Yugakure headband hangs as well.
He isn't fond of baggy clothing or shirts, though the latter is impractical as well, given the way he fights and kills his enemies. He's generally seen wearing only his weapons, a pair of pants, and shinobi-grade sandals.
Personality
irst and foremost, Hidan considers himself a devoutly religious man. He has a true passion for his god. Even though he finds the commandments laid out for him to follow troublesome at times, Jashinism is still the pillar and guiding force for his morals and his life. It gives him the purpose he desires.
Though he's rebellious and often shuns human authority, Hidan is far more of a follower than a leader. He's lost without anyone to tell him what to do. It just so happens that his god's laws amount to "creating destruction", which he has no problem with whatsoever. He's a soldier and has next to no skills outside of the battlefield. In fact, he's illiterate, as his parents were largely neglectful and his schooling placed a larger emphasis on how to fight than how to read and write.
Partially as a consequence of his upbringing, which threw him into participating in a world ravaged by war, Hidan is extremely sadistic. The pain of others gives him tremendous joy, and he sees it as god's will. Over time, after discovering his inability to die and perfecting his own "curse" jutsu, he learned to enjoy inflicting pain upon himself as well. That was more of a necessity to preserve a portion of his sanity than anything else. Nonetheless, he doesn't find pleasure in being beaten up by others or humiliated.
In addition to that, Hidan is arrogant, hotheaded, and careless. His invulnerability gives him the leeway to run into battle without concern for his own well-being, but dismemberment still presents a problem for him. He isn't particularly unintelligent, but he's naive, cocky, and acts before thinking.
History
Hidan's birth was the result of a failed home abortion: in other words, his father hitting his mother repeatedly in the stomach.
Yugakure, cursed with a belligerent leader, had been caught up in war for decades. It was a small village, and it nearly always ended up on the losing side of things.
Hidan’s father had been a soldier of Yugakure until he was rendered unable to fight through the losses of both his legs and his right arm. Largely immobile and forced to rely on his fragile wife to take care of him, he melted into a cold, bitter balding man. He became impatient easily and lashed out at everything within radius, which was usually his family. He generally paid no mind to his son, save for punishing him- though his discipline was also usually uninvolved- and feeding him his increasingly nonsensical rants. In his opinion, if a man couldn’t fight, his life was pointless. His speeches were composed of violent hatred towards the village’s enemies and lessons about how strength was the only thing that mattered. Hidden behind his words was a self-loathing, a heavy resentment for his wounds. He died at 49 by his own hands shortly before Hidan betrayed Yugakure.
Hidan enrolled in the Yugakure academy at the age of four. He was taught about the best places to stab a man- how to kill him quickly- before studying chakra. The “bad guys” were Yugakure’s opponents and lessons were often demonstrated on cadavers and even prisoners of war.
Hidan fought in the wars frequently. Often, he fought alone, though he had been assigned a three-man squad of peers without a supervisor. They were rewarded in the village and at home based on how many heads or corpses they brought back from battle. Even after he’d learned several jutsu well, Hidan eventually found that he preferred fighting in hand-to-hand combat. It was more personal, and he came to enjoy watching the life drain out of the enemy’s eyes. Besides, he couldn’t be absolutely sure that they’d died until he witnessed that, and he’d learned to be wary of making the mistake of leaving an opponent alive. On several occasions, he suffered injuries that might have been lethal to another boy, but he never succumbed to death.
After Hidan turned 17, Yugakure’s leader died. The new leader, his son, decided that he and the village had finally had enough. The place was ravaged by war and never seemed to get anything out of it, especially in fights against larger villages. He signed a peace treaty and declared that Yugakure would halt all its shinobi forces. It took Hidan several hours after being informed of the treaty for the implications of it to fully sink in. He was prohibited from fighting as a shinobi; in other words, he was rendered utterly useless. The village leader was trying to shatter his only reason for existence. Hidan had no skills besides killing people. He wasn’t creative, he wasn’t a politician or a farmer or a scholar- hell, he couldn’t even read. Fighting was all he knew and all he’d ever known.
He was lost until a member of the church of Jashin approached him and explained the dogma of the religion to Hidan. The idea that slaughter was holy made perfect sense to him; after all, he’d grown up with a moral compass that told him only that killing one’s opponents was good, and it provided an explanation for his village’s actions. They’d gone against god’s will and had damned themselves. Hidan went off with the man and learned more about the religion, which sounded truer than any other doctrine and which he decided to put his whole heart into. God’s word was steady and unchanging, and by accepting it, he could avoid being living an unnecessary life.
Hidan returned to his village one month later and expressed his disapproval violently against his superiors, threatening to kill them for their cowardly actions. At first, his superiors wanted to throw him in jail or put him to death, but his mother begged them to spare him, as she felt she couldn't survive without being taken care of. Thus, instead, officials performed a permanent jutsu on Hidan that would partially binding his chakra. Hidan lost the ability to mold his chakra to execute most jutsu that required handsigns.
Nonetheless, he stole his confiscated weapons back from his superiors and slaughtered twelve of his neighbors- as well as the two teammates he'd fought with for years, the only people he'd ever really liked, to show his devotion to his new religion- personally before defecting from Yugakure for good and becoming a missing ninja. For the next two years, he lived a life that required far more patience than he possessed. He was forced to learn how to deal with crushing loneliness and boredom. A god Hidan couldn't see or speak with (save for within delusional, blood-loss-induced fantasies) was his only comrade, and he was bitter about that fact.
When he first came across Kakuzu and witnessed his abilities, he was immediately entranced. That man represented something he needed and craved: firstly, he was a sort of life insurance, someone with the potential to stitch him up should he get into trouble. The threat of dismemberment- or worse, decapitation- presented a real problem for him without any allies. With Kakuzu around, he knew he could afford to be as careless as he liked, which would give him an extra edge in battle. He followed Kakuzu, learned about the organization of which he was a part, and, to his surprise, was offered a position by Pein before he could seek him out properly. He eagerly accepted.
Sample
"That weasel?" Hidan piped up. "What, he left on a mission without you? Why didn't you go with?" Even if he disagreed with Kakuzu's sacrilegious methods of trading the dead for something as materialistic as money (death belonged to the Lord, after all, and it was a sin to achieve personal profit from it), he'd be pissed as all hell if he left on even one of his bounty runs without him. Hidan lived for fighting; it was all he'd ever been truly good at. He was already addicted to the rush of battle, the thrill of the kill.
Hidan bristled at Kisame's reaction to learning he'd gotten lost, and he slammed a fist into the wall beside his head. "Hey, hey, hey! How the hell is it stupid? All these forests look the same, and it's not like I'm a goddamned tracking-nin! Kakuzu's the one who always tracks shit down!" He defended his ignorance. "And there was no-one around to ask for directions!" Or to coerce at knife-point for directions. Same difference.
It was evident that Kisame was just as bored as he was, if not more so (though he doubted such a thing was possible). Hidan quickly came up with an activity he enjoyed- "Fight me." Allies frequently sparred to test and improve their skills, but Hidan saw it as a reprieve from monotony. On another note, he'd never watched Kisame fight before, and he was honestly curious about his abilities. A battle sounded like a right good time.
Before Kisame could answer, Hidan decided to start the clash out for him. He stood up, withdrew the scythe hanging against his back with one fluid motion, and made a wide swing for Kisame's neck. He was fighting to kill, but he expected the man to dodge or block him easily. If he couldn't do that, then he deserved to die.
Age: 22
Village: Yugakure (The Hot Springs Village)
Rank: S Missing Nin, Akatsuki
Alias: Carl
Gender: Male
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 123 lbs.
Bloodline: N/A
Jutsu Specialization: Taijutsu and Kenjutsu
Appearance
Hidan has shoulder-length, slicked-back white hair and violet eyes. His skin is pale and he's fairly muscular due to his line of work. He always wears a silver rosary (a pendant with the charm of an upside-down equilateral triangle inscribed in a circle) around his neck, where his anti-Yugakure headband hangs as well.
He isn't fond of baggy clothing or shirts, though the latter is impractical as well, given the way he fights and kills his enemies. He's generally seen wearing only his weapons, a pair of pants, and shinobi-grade sandals.
Personality
irst and foremost, Hidan considers himself a devoutly religious man. He has a true passion for his god. Even though he finds the commandments laid out for him to follow troublesome at times, Jashinism is still the pillar and guiding force for his morals and his life. It gives him the purpose he desires.
Though he's rebellious and often shuns human authority, Hidan is far more of a follower than a leader. He's lost without anyone to tell him what to do. It just so happens that his god's laws amount to "creating destruction", which he has no problem with whatsoever. He's a soldier and has next to no skills outside of the battlefield. In fact, he's illiterate, as his parents were largely neglectful and his schooling placed a larger emphasis on how to fight than how to read and write.
Partially as a consequence of his upbringing, which threw him into participating in a world ravaged by war, Hidan is extremely sadistic. The pain of others gives him tremendous joy, and he sees it as god's will. Over time, after discovering his inability to die and perfecting his own "curse" jutsu, he learned to enjoy inflicting pain upon himself as well. That was more of a necessity to preserve a portion of his sanity than anything else. Nonetheless, he doesn't find pleasure in being beaten up by others or humiliated.
In addition to that, Hidan is arrogant, hotheaded, and careless. His invulnerability gives him the leeway to run into battle without concern for his own well-being, but dismemberment still presents a problem for him. He isn't particularly unintelligent, but he's naive, cocky, and acts before thinking.
History
Hidan's birth was the result of a failed home abortion: in other words, his father hitting his mother repeatedly in the stomach.
Yugakure, cursed with a belligerent leader, had been caught up in war for decades. It was a small village, and it nearly always ended up on the losing side of things.
Hidan’s father had been a soldier of Yugakure until he was rendered unable to fight through the losses of both his legs and his right arm. Largely immobile and forced to rely on his fragile wife to take care of him, he melted into a cold, bitter balding man. He became impatient easily and lashed out at everything within radius, which was usually his family. He generally paid no mind to his son, save for punishing him- though his discipline was also usually uninvolved- and feeding him his increasingly nonsensical rants. In his opinion, if a man couldn’t fight, his life was pointless. His speeches were composed of violent hatred towards the village’s enemies and lessons about how strength was the only thing that mattered. Hidden behind his words was a self-loathing, a heavy resentment for his wounds. He died at 49 by his own hands shortly before Hidan betrayed Yugakure.
Hidan enrolled in the Yugakure academy at the age of four. He was taught about the best places to stab a man- how to kill him quickly- before studying chakra. The “bad guys” were Yugakure’s opponents and lessons were often demonstrated on cadavers and even prisoners of war.
Hidan fought in the wars frequently. Often, he fought alone, though he had been assigned a three-man squad of peers without a supervisor. They were rewarded in the village and at home based on how many heads or corpses they brought back from battle. Even after he’d learned several jutsu well, Hidan eventually found that he preferred fighting in hand-to-hand combat. It was more personal, and he came to enjoy watching the life drain out of the enemy’s eyes. Besides, he couldn’t be absolutely sure that they’d died until he witnessed that, and he’d learned to be wary of making the mistake of leaving an opponent alive. On several occasions, he suffered injuries that might have been lethal to another boy, but he never succumbed to death.
After Hidan turned 17, Yugakure’s leader died. The new leader, his son, decided that he and the village had finally had enough. The place was ravaged by war and never seemed to get anything out of it, especially in fights against larger villages. He signed a peace treaty and declared that Yugakure would halt all its shinobi forces. It took Hidan several hours after being informed of the treaty for the implications of it to fully sink in. He was prohibited from fighting as a shinobi; in other words, he was rendered utterly useless. The village leader was trying to shatter his only reason for existence. Hidan had no skills besides killing people. He wasn’t creative, he wasn’t a politician or a farmer or a scholar- hell, he couldn’t even read. Fighting was all he knew and all he’d ever known.
He was lost until a member of the church of Jashin approached him and explained the dogma of the religion to Hidan. The idea that slaughter was holy made perfect sense to him; after all, he’d grown up with a moral compass that told him only that killing one’s opponents was good, and it provided an explanation for his village’s actions. They’d gone against god’s will and had damned themselves. Hidan went off with the man and learned more about the religion, which sounded truer than any other doctrine and which he decided to put his whole heart into. God’s word was steady and unchanging, and by accepting it, he could avoid being living an unnecessary life.
Hidan returned to his village one month later and expressed his disapproval violently against his superiors, threatening to kill them for their cowardly actions. At first, his superiors wanted to throw him in jail or put him to death, but his mother begged them to spare him, as she felt she couldn't survive without being taken care of. Thus, instead, officials performed a permanent jutsu on Hidan that would partially binding his chakra. Hidan lost the ability to mold his chakra to execute most jutsu that required handsigns.
Nonetheless, he stole his confiscated weapons back from his superiors and slaughtered twelve of his neighbors- as well as the two teammates he'd fought with for years, the only people he'd ever really liked, to show his devotion to his new religion- personally before defecting from Yugakure for good and becoming a missing ninja. For the next two years, he lived a life that required far more patience than he possessed. He was forced to learn how to deal with crushing loneliness and boredom. A god Hidan couldn't see or speak with (save for within delusional, blood-loss-induced fantasies) was his only comrade, and he was bitter about that fact.
When he first came across Kakuzu and witnessed his abilities, he was immediately entranced. That man represented something he needed and craved: firstly, he was a sort of life insurance, someone with the potential to stitch him up should he get into trouble. The threat of dismemberment- or worse, decapitation- presented a real problem for him without any allies. With Kakuzu around, he knew he could afford to be as careless as he liked, which would give him an extra edge in battle. He followed Kakuzu, learned about the organization of which he was a part, and, to his surprise, was offered a position by Pein before he could seek him out properly. He eagerly accepted.
Sample
"That weasel?" Hidan piped up. "What, he left on a mission without you? Why didn't you go with?" Even if he disagreed with Kakuzu's sacrilegious methods of trading the dead for something as materialistic as money (death belonged to the Lord, after all, and it was a sin to achieve personal profit from it), he'd be pissed as all hell if he left on even one of his bounty runs without him. Hidan lived for fighting; it was all he'd ever been truly good at. He was already addicted to the rush of battle, the thrill of the kill.
Hidan bristled at Kisame's reaction to learning he'd gotten lost, and he slammed a fist into the wall beside his head. "Hey, hey, hey! How the hell is it stupid? All these forests look the same, and it's not like I'm a goddamned tracking-nin! Kakuzu's the one who always tracks shit down!" He defended his ignorance. "And there was no-one around to ask for directions!" Or to coerce at knife-point for directions. Same difference.
It was evident that Kisame was just as bored as he was, if not more so (though he doubted such a thing was possible). Hidan quickly came up with an activity he enjoyed- "Fight me." Allies frequently sparred to test and improve their skills, but Hidan saw it as a reprieve from monotony. On another note, he'd never watched Kisame fight before, and he was honestly curious about his abilities. A battle sounded like a right good time.
Before Kisame could answer, Hidan decided to start the clash out for him. He stood up, withdrew the scythe hanging against his back with one fluid motion, and made a wide swing for Kisame's neck. He was fighting to kill, but he expected the man to dodge or block him easily. If he couldn't do that, then he deserved to die.
