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    Name: Egami Eijiro
    Age: 25
    Sex: Male
    Height: 5’6’’

    Character Type: Shinobi

    Country/Village: Hi no Kuni/Konohagakure
    Rank: Jounin
    Division:Squad Commander [KSPD], (occasional) Elite Tutor

    Physical Description and Clothing: Dark brown eyes match his equally brown hair, the ends of which are kept out of his eyes by his hitai-ate. A small crescent-shaped scar sits above his right eyebrow, a memento from his chuunin years on the force. A nearly perpetual field of brown stubble frames his face. His knuckles and shins are hard and bony, more similar to stone than flesh. The body is a temple, and Eijiro is no exception. The badge is usually pinned to the inside of his jacket, hood or just hooked to his belt. With his washboard ads and stunning smile, one might expect to see him on a billboard than on the beat. The man is disciplined, plain and simple. A lifetime of staying away from cigarettes and drinking in excess have left him in relatively good form.

    He dresses differently from your typical cop, he would guess. Perhaps it’s the last vestiges of his teenage years acting out, but Eijiro has never been one to follow the suit and tie trends of the office-life. That said, it’s not often you’ll find him dressed formally. He’s s fan of hoodies and vests, as they provide him with a decent amount of cover from the elements without going overboard as well as looking stylish. He’d rather be caught dead than in a set of dress slacks or khakis— he’s more likely to be seen wearing shorts. It’s all about freedom of movement. Eijiro favors dark colors— brown, black, navy blue or even green if he’s feeling adventurous. He’s not a huge fan of wearing socks, finding them constricting, but compromises by either wearing open-toed sandals or black socks with comfortable hiking boots. One or the other.

    He’s a cop, not a politician, right? He doesn’t need to dress up for the scum of the streets…

    Personality: At the heart of it all, Eijiro’s a kind person with a decent sense of empathy and goodness trying to hide his qualities beneath a tough guy exterior. He likes to act like he doesn’t care, but the truth is, he cares too much. That’s why he got into the business, he supposes. His sense of humor is good enough to take a joke, but his own jokes tend to be dark and not quite funny ha-ha, colored by his own experiences.

    He’s a shameless womanizer, and not very good with long-term relationships as a rule of thumb. He doesn’t believe that such relationships have any chance of surviving, though he hasn’t given them a chance, to be honest- he's jaded. Every time he’s come close to happiness with a woman, Eijiro invariably sabotages himself. It’s not uncommon to see him wandering around the streets of Konoha late at night in a dressed only in a pair of shorts after getting kicked out by one of his current girlfriends. Thankfully, he saves the flirting for after he’s off-duty…at least, most of the time. But his opinion of women isn’t especially respectful, and even female cops are only a notch higher in his book.

    While Eijiro doesn’t necessarily have a short fuse, his anger can be compared to a tropical storm— hot and heavy and liable to leave a mess. But his anger never comes unprovoked, and often it’s directed at the people he’s trying to catch, not the people he works with. Nothing gets him angrier than the idea of a criminal being allowed to get away, and it’s not surprising that he was suspended. He’ll run a case until it’s cold, and occasionally even after that. It stems from a sense of competition. If every case becomes a matter of himself versus the criminal, then Eijiro has resolved to 'win' every encounter. Evil is stupid, and stupid makes mistakes. Stupid cannot be allowed to live.

    As far as the cop side of Eijiro goes, he tends to subscribe to the philosophy of ‘guilty until proven innocent.’ That, and everyone’s guilty. Not that you could tell from his public face. Eijiro is friendly and engaging to nearly everyone he meets, even the suspected wrong-doer will receive a sparking smile before he gets the fist in his teeth. But trust has got to be earned through actions, not words, and he has a habit of ignoring most of what comes out of people’s mouth in favor for watching how they act.

    He’s a man who believes strongly in the idea of repaying one’s debts. If he feels he owe in you in any way, no matter how small, he’ll go all-out to ‘clear his counter’ so to speak. He’s not self-reliant to the point of being anti-social, but Eijiro doesn’t like the idea of trusting other people to do things that he can do himself. When he’s forced into such a situation, he finds it highly embarrassing. Similarly, he doesn’t go out of his way to help other people outside the call of duty, unless you’re one of his friends. In that case, Eijiro can’t help enough.

    Nindo; "Way of the Ninja": "Why do I do it?...For my old man, I suppose. Failing in my duty would be like stepping on his achievements, so I can't ever fail. Ever."

    Clan/Bloodline: None

    Primary Archetype:Taijutsu Specialist
    Special: When taken as Primary Archetype, the character receives Stage One of a taijutsu style for free, provided the appropriate stat requirements are met.
    Primary: Physical
    Secondary: Mental
    Tertiary: Chakra
    Stat Merit: +1 to Strength, +1 to Speed, +1 to Stamina
    Stat Flaw: -2 to Reserves, -1 to Power


    Strength: 1+1+20=22 (+15 Gouken)=37
    Speed: 1+1+22+1(AP) + 3(thread)=28(+15 Gouken)=43
    Stamina: 1+1+18=20(+15 Gouken)=35

    Intelligence: 1+17=18
    Tactics: 1+16=17
    Willpower: 1+17=18

    Power: 1-1+15+2(thread)=17
    Control: 1+14=15
    Reserves: 1-2+11+5(thread)=17
    Jutsus and Techniques:
    Stage Five
    Iron Fist[F1-4]
    Requirements: Speed 20, Strength 20, Tactic 16, Stamina 16

    Katon Ninjutsu [F 5-12]
    Stage One
    Cinder Technique
    Requirements: Intelligence 3, Reserves 3
    Stage Two
    Flame-Resistance Technique
    Requirements: Intelligence 6, Tactics 5, Control 5
    Mythical Fire Flower Technique
    Requirements: Power 6, Control 6, Intelligence 4
    Stage Three
    Dragon Fire Technique
    Requirements: Power 8, Control 8, Reserves 6
    Stage Four
    Fireproof Technique
    Requirements: Intelligence 14, Tactics 13, Willpower 11, Control 10
    Pulse Blast Technique
    Requirements: Intelligence 12, Tactics 11, Willpower 11, Power 12
    Stage Five
    Blazing Column Technique
    Requirements: Intelligence 18, Tactics 17, Willpower 17, Control 14
    Burning Clone
    Requirements: Intelligence 17, Tactics 16, Willpower 16, Power 15

    Leaf Genjutsu [F 13-17
    Stage One
    Touch of the Unfamiliar
    Requirements: Intelligence 4, Tactics 4
    Stage Two
    Leer of the Peculiar
    Requirements: Power 6, Control 6, Intelligence 4
    Stage Three
    Spell of the Trees
    Requirements: Intelligence 9, Tactics 9, Control 7
    Stage Four
    Echo of Clarity
    Requirements: Intelligence 12, Tactics 11, Willpower 10, Power 12
    Stage Five
    Requirements: Intelligence 18, Tactics 17, Willpower 17, Control 14

    Global Ninjutsu [F 18]
    Stage One
    Kawarimi no Jutsu
    Requirements: Intelligence 3, Reserves 3
    Henge No Jutsu
    Requirements: Power 3, Willpower 2
    Stage Two
    Kinobori no Jutsu
    Requirements: Power 6, Control 6, Intelligence 4
    Stage 3
    Chakra Tsuitou no Jutsu (Chakra Hunting Technique)
    Requirements: Power 9, Control 9, Intelligence 7

    Name: Gas Grenade
    Cost: 3
    Sensitive Contacts
    Rating: 2
    Name: Body Plate
    Cost: 4 for front and back of torso
    Name: Extending Handcuffs
    Weapon/Item Cost: 3
    Name: Riot Baton
    Weapon/Item Cost: 7
    Weapon Points Remaining:1
    Biography: “This is…required!? I can’t even get the badge back before I start talking?

    Alright, fine. I’ll make it brief, and if there’s a problem with that, I can tell you where to take it.

    My life came to be defined by luck. No…perhaps chance is a more appropriate word, since it was neither good nor bad luck in particular that factored into his decisions so easily. My father had a saying— Fate is a wheel that every man finds themselves strung up to. Somedays you will end up on the top of the wheel and feel like the king of the world. Other days you’re at the bottom and you’ll wish that the earth would just swallow you up. But no matter how your day is going, you have to remember that things can only go up. Or down. It depends.

    Dad wasn’t one for being concise.

    He had a lot of little proverbs like that, and I heard every one of them growing up. Chances are, you’ll hear a lot of them during this story too. So, something to look forward to. So I suppose I might as well start somewhere…

    My first bout of chance happened with my birth. My mother tells me that they were expecting twins— they had bought everything pairs. Hats, clothes, seats, strollers, rattles, and on and on. So you can imagine their surprise when my mother went into labor and gave birth to little ol’ lonesome me. The twin had simply vanished into thin air. Apparently it had died in the womb and been reabsorbed back into the body.

    But then, was I supposed to be born, or was it my twin? Both or none? One or the other? Or maybe ‘I’ died, and I’m actually my twin? It’s creepy when you think about it. But if that’s not chance, I dunno what is.

    So I was raised with all the love and care that a child might need— perhaps even more, since I was the ‘survivor.’ My mother was a retired shinobi who made some extra income through her cooking. Our home never lacked for baked goods, or for company. Someone from the neighborhood was always there to sample one of meals, and it wasn’t long before I knew the son or daughter of every parent on our block.

    My father was police, and he couldn’t always be around when I needed him. It’s not something I fault him for— now. But he missed my graduation. He was called away from the last day of the chuunin exams, and the announcement of the official results. Hell, he wasn’t even in the city on the day I was promoted to jounin. He was a busy man, and I suppose we all knew where we stood as far as his life priorities went: the job over the family. But then, as I was to learn and am still learning, the job is kind of a family in its own. And if he did his job well, then he would protect his family— both of them.

    I can talk about it calmly now, but back then, I guess it really steamed me up, y’know? You can grow up in a house without your father present and still turn out fine— but doesn’t mean it’s the way things should be. And when he was around, well…it’s not like I wasn’t good enough for my father, but I can count the amount of times that he’s told me, “Good job” on one hand. Ain’t that something, though? Twenty-five years?

    First one, I guess, would be my graduation day from the Academy. Like I said, he missed that one, so it was a posthumous ‘good job’, but I took what I could get. It was a miracle I graduated at all, actually. I was near the bottom of my class— was really only interested in learning about things that I wanted to know. So history and basic geography went right over my head compared to the more physical stuff. But it’s not about the things you learn, but the people you meet, right? And if there’s one person that represents them childhood years, it’s Sawamatsu Kenzo.

    Met him in my second year, during a heated game of baseball. I’d like to say that I never take games personally, and in one sense, I don’t— I’m not going to hate you forever once the game comes to an end, it’s just a game. But on the other hand, I will fucking hate you for the entirety of the game’s duration. Don’t smile at me, don’t pat me on the back, don’t tell me ‘good hustle’, don’t even make eye contact with me. I don’t want to hear it. I could curse out my own blood during a friendly game of ball.

    Well, we all got into an argument over some call. You know how it goes— they said we’re out, we say it’s safe. Talk turned into insults, which turned into a fistfight, which turned into a team-wide brawl…Kenzo was this brown-eyed, bookish-looking kid with glasses that you’d never guess had the heart of a lion. Apparently, he was a lousy ball-player but a wonderful brawler, because he gave me the beating of my life that day. And I know how to fight. I mean, wow. But when the dust settled, he was the first on the team to walk over to me, shake my hand, and say good game.

    Kenzo was one of those people who you knew, right off, that you were gonna hate for the rest of your life…or die protecting. There were no grey lines with him— ever. And four-eyes or not, the kid was fucking persuasive. He could sell teeth to a shark, that one. He also was a compulsive liar: he loved to bullshit you, for no reason other than the thrill of it, I guess. Right from the get-go— my dad asked the kid his name, and he introduced himself as Eizo, the son of a famous blacksmith who defected from Iwagakure. Then, to back his story up, he launched into a story about how he accidentally broken all of the bones in his father’s right hand with a misplaced swing of the hammer. No reason for the lie at all, he just liked to do it.

    Well, after beating my ass, the kid had my respect. And I suppose there was something he saw in me too, because we went to get a bite after the game and we were partners in crime by sundown. It got to the point where you didn’t see one of us without the other being far behind. Instructors used to call the two of us ‘Kenjiro’— just mashed our names together. Clever of them.

    As it turned out, we were assigned to the same genin team, and couldn’t be happier. The last member of our squad was this sad sack named Rintaro who had the unfortunate role of the odd man out for our years together. I’d like to say that the three of us were the picture of cooperation and teamwork, that we learned to overcome our differences and grew to be stronger from it. But I’d be lying to you. Rintaro hated us and we hated him from day one. Sure, we managed to work together, but a team shouldn’t be about tolerating each other, it should be more than that.

    It comes back to my father, and his brotherhood in the police, I guess. Kenzo and I were like family, and Rintaro was just the third wheel. He might not have even been an asshole, I guess. Maybe I just turned him into one, since I was so locked into my own world. Memory’s a funny thing. But so long as Kenzo and I were friends, he never had a chance.

    As it turned out, we didn’t end up going to the chuunin exams for three years— long enough for everyone’s hatred to mellow, long enough to work out a system. We ended up making it to the third round, where Kenzo and I were set to fight each other. At first, I thought I wouldn’t be able to go through with it…but Kenzo didn’t hold back, so neither could I. I beat him, ended up losing to Rintaro, who always did have the edge in combat. One of the reasons we hated him so much.

    All three of us were promoted. I was eighteen years old, and it was the second time that my father congratulated me, and I couldn’t care less. He had completely missed the fireworks— Kenzo had given me a broken jaw in our fight in exchange for a set of second-degree burns across his back. Rintaro had cold-clocked me with the end of his blade. Wasn’t until I got back home that I saw him, realized that he had missed all of it.

    Well, we got into a pretty bad fight over it, actually. Him telling me that he had obligations to do, responsibilities, all for the job. Me calling him a liar, an asshole, so on and so forth…said some things I’m not proud of. But tell the truth and shame the devil, yeah? They may have hurt, but that might because it was all true. I thought it was, at the time.

    Finally, I told him that his excuses were bullshit, that he had missed the life of his son not because of his job, but because of his lousy parenting. He didn’t say anything to that; just stared at me. And I knew I was outta line, but I kept going. I told him that I’d join the force, and show him that it wasn’t as hard as he made it— to keep a family together and do your job. But that was a lie. Sad part was, much as I hated my dad, I couldn’t help but want to get closer to him.

    So I joined the force. Ma was against it— she was already barely seeing dad, and now she’d lose a son to the beast, too— but I wasn’t going to be convinced. I moved out, roomed with Kenzo for a year or so. Not long after that, Ma filed for divorce. The badge had neatly splintered our family. Kind of killed all faith I had in relationships, personally. ‘Cuz if your parents can’t be happy, and they had you, then what the fuck hope d’you have of making someone else happy?

    But I don’t resent the badge, not a bit. I like how things went down. Still remember my first collar. My father was there. Should’ve been awkward, really: father and son, and the only place we spoke, saw each other was at the office. The guys in the precinct liked to call me Junior for a while, if for no reason other than to bug my old man. But it all came down an end on the day after my first arrest.

    It went down like this…
    “Open up! This is the KSPD, we have a warrant for Tsurimi Masumi’s arrest!”

    No answer. The muffled sounds of scrambled movement from beyond the cheap apartment door. The knocker, a dark-haired man who seems to give off the aura of authority and command like a cheap perfume, steps to the side and nods to another shinobi, who places a hand to the door and forms a single seal. After a second’s delay, the door flies off of its hinges into the apartment, followed by four men in uniform.

    The room’s occupants are already in motion. Three men draw their weapons and leap forward but fall motionless almost at once, snared by one of the officer’s genjutsu almost immediately. A fourth yelps in surprise, leaping out of his lounge chair and across a table covered in a number of small zipped-up bags (exhibit A-D) with surprising adroitness. He yanks the window up and is halfway onto the fire escape before one of the officers snags him left leg, alternately pulling him back inside and pummeling him with a short baton.

    The last occupant— Masumi— is nowhere in sight, but from further inside the apartment, the sound of a door slamming can be heard. That’s all that’s needed for the youngest officer, who races into the hallway without a word. The senior officer curses, calling after him. Every officer knows not to rush into an unsecured room without backup: it’s standard procedure. But leave it to hot-blooded rookies to disregard the rules.

    The hallway is dark, but the light beneath the door at the very end is on, and there is sound beyond it. The officer takes two steps back before kicking the door in, allowing his heel to land squarely against the hinges. Masumi turns around, her eyes wide like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. The bag of opium which she was hurriedly trying to shove into the toilet slips from her fingers, quickly replaced with a knife. Desperate, she makes a run for the door, lunging at the officer’s throat.

    But though the cop’s new to the job, he’s no stranger to combat, and an open-handed thrust to the criminal’s chin forces her backwards. The knife clatters to the porcelain floor. He springs forward, wrestling the woman to the ground, but Masumi is stronger than she looks. What she lacks in size she makes up for in slipperiness, and it’s all the boy can do to keep his grip as she claws at his face and bites at his fingers.

    If only he could get his handcuffs…but his grip is slipping. He slips an arm around the girl’s throat, trying to ignore the sharp pain as her teeth puncture his flesh and pulls her back towards his chest. Like a wildcat, Masumi twists in his grip and straddles him, beginning to batter away at his eyes. Grunting in effort, the officer realizes that his senior has been looking on in amusement from the doorway.

    “Help me out here!” he cries in frustration, shielding his eyes with one hand and gripping Masumi’s throat with the other. With a snort, the elder officer unhooked something from his belt and tossed it to the floor. It was a pair of handcuffs.

    “You make your first collar on your own,” Egami Niou said, and than he walked away from his son.
    That was my introduction into the KSPD. Who could say that any father would try to favor his son after that? That took care of all the teasing, but I didn’t mind. Truth is, I respect Dad for it. If the KSPD was a brotherhood, then it was a group that required each of their members to prove their worth. If my father had helped me, then he would have denied me the chance to prove mine. So in an odd way, I had lost a father and gained a brother. What that means…I still haven’t figured out.

    So, I had left behind the people I knew for the relatively secular order of the Badge. For a while, things were alright. And by alright, I mean terrible. Parents were split up, wasn’t talking with my pops, and never had the time to talk to Ma. Worst part of it was, that my dad was right. The job sucked me in completely. When I wasn’t patrolling or in the office pushing papers, I was asleep. What little free time I had was spent amongst my fellow officers, sharing a drink here, a meal there. Before long, I couldn’t remember the last time I had seen Kenzo. Lost touch with him.

    So I was wrong, and Dad was right. You can't be everywhere at once, especially with this job.

    And things only got better, or worse, with the Hokage’s disappearance and the war with Snow. Before those days, I didn’t know what real ‘political unrest’ meant. But those were some dark days. People were confused, upset, looking for direction. Most of them tried to find it in the bottom of a bottle of vodka, and when that failed, the next step was always violence. I broke up countless bar fights, but I couldn’t answer their questions. I didn’t know where Hokage-sama was. I didn’t know why we were fighting. I didn’t know whose orders I was taking, I was just following my own compass.

    The war thinned our numbers some, and while I was officially promoted to jounin for ‘following my duty in a professional and upright manner’ during the Shattered Silence, I’ve gotta sneaking suspicion it was only to bolster the ranks a bit. Any cop worth his salt knows how to fudge the numbers, especially these days. The council doesn’t like to hear about rising crime, so felonies turn to misdemeanors, and misdemeanors turn into warnings.

    …No, I’m gonna go ahead and say it, ‘cuz it needs to be said, it’s getting on my nerves. I ain’t been with the force that long. Seven years when all’s said and done. I can’t speak for how the department’s been before, but I can definitely comment on where it’s going now. I know a lot of the older guys— look up to them, to tell the truth. They’re good police. But moving him into the General’s seat…I mean, for fuck’s sake. I didn’t even join ‘til I was eighteen, and you can be sure that I was kicked around like a tennis ball for the next year. Now this kid walks in with his shiny new medal and gets the top spot over the other guys? Really?

    That’s why my dad quit, God’s truth. He only had a few years left before the pension, but he didn’t want any benefits— not with the direction he saw things going. Hell, I would, if it wasn't for him… my father. I figure, he's spent all this time protecting me, only right I do the same for him.

    State the reason for my suspension? Don’t you know that already? For the record? Fucking pointless…

    I was suspended for investigating the politician from Himoto, Tamazaki Mashai. Turns out the scandal he was allegedly involved in with that prostitute might not have been as creditable as the media made it seem. There was a lot of talk about late-night meetings, and love letters and DNA evidence, which I discovered out to be a lot of crap. Man was framed, and whoever did it doesn’t want that getting out to the public. Brass told me to back off, I told them to fuck off.

    And here I am, and here we are. Politician’s career is almost certainly sunk, and the guys who did get away. So much for catching the bad guys, huh? Wish I could blame the failure of justice squarely on my shoulders, but it’s not. It’s the way this country’s going…

    Y’know what, I’m done talking. That’s it, that’s my story. Now, if you shooflies have finished, I’m gonna get back to work. Gimme the badge. Wasted enough of my time.”

    Other Info:
    --Recently returned from a one-month suspension, no-pay.
    --Supported himself in the interim period by working security jobs per diem.
    --Hates being referred to by his initials. E.E. just isn't cool, man.
    --Obviously enough, has a rather negative reputation amongst the fairer sex. As in, he can be more of a dog than most Inuzuka.
    --Tends to call his friends by the rather ungracious term, 'shitbird'.
    --Actually, most of his enemies get the 'shitbird' treatment too.

    Thread Log:
    Born to Run +2 Reserves, Henge
    Tète a Tète +3 Reserves, Kinobori no Jutsu
    A 'Fun' Night Out +2 Control, Chakra Tsuitou
    Engi Anniversary 1AP = +1 Speed
    [06/02/2010]Changing Perspectives +3 Speed

    (Down ta roleplay, yo.)
    Golem Girl
    My Swaps

  • #2
    Bump bump for registry move. One more cop.

    (Down ta roleplay, yo.)
    Golem Girl
    My Swaps


    • #3
      Great, just as I had suspected it would be. My very gracious Welsh Approval. Glad to have you on board.

      Don't Talk To Me Until I've Had My Morning Tea
      Man-of-war - Jun'ichi


      • #4
        Truth be told, Ace's, I haven't read over much of your work in detail. Maybe it's the fact that you have a number in your name -- uh oh, stereotypes -- but I just kind of assumed you would be decent. Average. I didn't expect much, if anything, out of you.

        God, that sounds harsh.

        That said, I was beyond pleasantly surprised upon reading this profile (and one or two of your rated threads). This was wonderful. Brilliant. Not only did you embody what I believe to be the traditional "copper" elements and atmosphere, but you did so in a way that perfectly fits both the Narutoverse as a whole and the new direction of Engi's Konoha.

        I really enjoyed this, and am beyond excited to have you with us.


        By the way, I don't know if you're interested, but here are some KSPD tools that Shinji registered a while back.

        Soushin & Hankyou
        Irezumi Ido [June 2009] & Kyakudo Hakka [July 2009]
        Swaps & Items & AP


        • #5
          Glad you've picked the right side Ace.


          Don of the Sanada Family
          Leaf & Grass Lieutenant

          Let's end the speculation, I'm talkin' to all of y'all
          Males shouldn't be jealous, that's a female trait
          What, you mad �cause you push dimes and he sell weight?
          Y'all don't know my expenses, I gotta buy bigger plates
          Hehehe, and more baggies � why you all aggie?
          Homie, respect the game, that should be it
          What you eat don't make me shit; where's the love?


          • #6
            ... awesome; thoroughly enjoyed this.

            Half approved

            Need sum leaf all up in dis nao


            • #7
              Half Approval.

              AP: 47


              • #8
                BUMP. Get out, plz.

                (Down ta roleplay, yo.)
                Golem Girl
                My Swaps


                • #9
                  Nice biography. Enjoyed reading it. Leaf GM Approval.