(So, I said I was going to write a background and character profile, but then I realized... I lied. I usually just rp it all out and go from there. That said, if at any point, you wish to jump, please feel free. Mind any grammar or spelling. Been a long time since I've written a story.)


  An inhale washes over the pale white body half covered by a black trench coat. Breathing in toxic fumes of the cigarillo resting between two silver piercings at either side of his bottom lip. A young 63 inch male is spotted staring up at the night sky overlooking the valley below. The pigmentation of the black painted nails reflect the sparks emendating from the toxic filled stick pumping breath full of poisons into his lungs.

"Serenity... In the dark... But.. How can one call this a blissful sight... If there is none to share it with.." Eti's thoughts speak calmly through his cerebrum. Taking drags of the cigarette that reveals the light clothing worn on his flesh. Dressed in a black and maroon trench coat, left open to reveal the scattered tattoos covering the left upper part of his chest before escaping into the void of his shoulder. Hiding the scarred tissue beneath the ink.

In between his inhaled smoke, the sounds of metal rattling against teeth echo over the barren ground surrounding him. His tongue moving gently to grind against the piercings to allow more thoughts to damage the silence. "It's so warm... But yet.. It's always warm.. A constant reminder of how it feels to know your own blood bathe your flesh.." His light grey eyes look down the valley. Finding a suitable spot, he flicks the remainder of his cigarillo away. "... I'm going to miss the heat of this land.."

"...Well.. Himitsu hm?... So that's the clan my father was a part of... Inside the hidden thunder.." Eti slowly twists on his heels to begin walking the opposite direction. The rough rubble beneath his feet slowly turning into grassy fields wielding tall long trees below a mountain range. ".. Makes sense... My mothers eyes and hair match mine... Makes sense.. An inferno woman wanted me to believe my father was like her... Not bearing the traditional features of the Himitsu of the thunder..."

Moving his fingers about, he slowly cracks the knuckles with a swift clench of his fists. The popping sounds running through the dark void of the forest, alerting any nearby without a sense of regret. His black strands of hair gently grazing over his eyes before being pushed to the side with a gust of wind of the night. "...Eti Himitsu.. Interesting.. For so long, believing your name is one thing.. Only to find out... You're called something else.."

Leaves ruffle from separate directions of the young shinobi. Seemingly circling around the naive prey. Watching. Listening to his every word. Analyzing the target even as he speaks. "... I wonder... If this so called life... Will be granted serenity.. Or will it show... Only more suffer--" the words are quickly cut off. Falling victim to the forest predator.