Basic Character Information
Full Name: Gerald Tarrant
Nicknames: The Hunter ; The Prophet
Age: Five Hundred Twenty Three
Birthdate: He Was Never Birthed But Spit From Hell Itself
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Albino Romanian
Rank: Otokage
Ninja Type/Class:
Village: Otogakure no Sato
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Character Data
Summoning: None At The Moment
Bloodline: Create Chakra
Two Elements: un-Katon And un-Raiton --- not-Fire And not-Lightning
Weapon of Choice:
Cold Fire Blade
This Has A Metal That Can Easily Conduct Cold Fire On its Surface. When It Is Normally Drawn With Gerald's Chakra It Bursts Into Cold Fire.
Cold Lightning Blade
This Has A Metal That Can Easily Conduct Cold Lightning On Its Surface. When It Is Normally Drawn With Gerald's Chakra, It Bursts Into Cold Lightning.
Bow And Arrows
A Normal Bow That Is Held On His Back. It Has A Pretty Strong Draw back And Can shoot Pretty Damned far.
Two Katars
These Are Two Katars That He Carries In Sheathes On The Outsides Of His Thighs.
Strength: Gerald's Strengths Are Night, Darkness, Evil, Corruptness, And Pure Thing That Is Malevolent. He Is Also A Great Sword Fighter And Can Really Kick a** With Create Chakra
Weakness: His Weakness Is Sunlight, The Right, The Pure, And Believe It Or Not, Fire And Its Lesser, Lightning. He Is Also Very useless At High Level Genjutsu
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Favorites
Animal(s) : Ravens, Hawks, Vultures, Crows
Colour(s) : Purple, Sky Blue, Blood Red, Raven Blue, Black, And White
Number(s) : Thirteen, Fifteen, And Twenty-Three
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Jutsu List
Non-Elemental
• Henge no Jutsu (Transformation Jutsu)
• Bushin no Jutsu (Clone Jutsu)
• Kawarimi no Jutsu (Substitution Jutsu)
• Kage Bushin no Jutsu ( Shadow Clone Technique )
• Bunshin Bakuha (Shadow Clone Explosion)
• Mikadzuki no Mai (Dance of the Crescent Moon)
• Soushuuha (Manipulate Advancing Blades)
• Toomegane no Jutsu (Telescope Technique)
Un-Katon --- Not-Fire
• Katon Hidora no Jutsu (Fire Release: Hydra Technique)
• Katon: Neshou Bunshin (Fire Release: Burning Clone)
• Katon: Karyuu Endan (Fire Release: Fire Dragon Blast)
• Fuuinka (Fire Sealing)
• Katon: Daikonran (Fire Release: Pandemonium)
Un-Raiton --- Not-Lightning
• Teikou no Kuntou (Electricity Resistance Training)
• Kyuutai Tate no Jutsu (Sphere Shield Technique)
• Raiton - Rairyuu No Tatsumaki (Lightning Release - Lightning Dragon Tornado)
• Yobigoe no Raikou no Jutsu (Call of Lightning Technique)
• Hando no Semeku (Hands of Torture)
Create Chakra
• Quantum Leap
• Phase
• Quantum Singularity
• Gleen
• Quantum Missile
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Character Description
Looks: Gerald Is A Very Tall Man. Seven Feet Nine Inches To Be Accurate. He had A Very Fragile Looking Body, Seemingly Weak, Though He Is One of the Stronger Mortals In Existence. His Hair Is Always Combed And In Place And His Eyes Glow With the Hatred Of The Existence Of man. His Skin Is Pale And Freezing Cold To the Touch.
Personality: Gerald Is A Very Unforgiving Man. He had great Honor, Though he Is Ruthless And Cold. He Loves To See Those In Pain suffer. Though He Is Like That, He Loves To Love. He Loves Women And never Dishonors Them.
Height: Seven Foot Nine Inches --- 7' 9''
Weight: Two Hundred Ten Pounds --- 210
Eye Color: Cold Fire Blue
Hair Color: Light To Bark Brown
Family: The Whole Miyamoto Family
Theme song:
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Missions Done
S Rank: 00
A Rank: 00
B Rank: 00
C Rank: 00
D Rank: 00
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Background Information
Full Name: Gerald Tarrant
Nicknames: The Hunter ; The Prophet
Age: Five Hundred Twenty Three
Birthdate: He Was Never Birthed But Spit From Hell Itself
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Albino Romanian
Rank: Otokage
Ninja Type/Class:
Village: Otogakure no Sato
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Character Data
Summoning: None At The Moment
Bloodline: Create Chakra
Two Elements: un-Katon And un-Raiton --- not-Fire And not-Lightning
Weapon of Choice:
Cold Fire Blade
This Has A Metal That Can Easily Conduct Cold Fire On its Surface. When It Is Normally Drawn With Gerald's Chakra It Bursts Into Cold Fire.
Cold Lightning Blade
This Has A Metal That Can Easily Conduct Cold Lightning On Its Surface. When It Is Normally Drawn With Gerald's Chakra, It Bursts Into Cold Lightning.
Bow And Arrows
A Normal Bow That Is Held On His Back. It Has A Pretty Strong Draw back And Can shoot Pretty Damned far.
Two Katars
These Are Two Katars That He Carries In Sheathes On The Outsides Of His Thighs.
Strength: Gerald's Strengths Are Night, Darkness, Evil, Corruptness, And Pure Thing That Is Malevolent. He Is Also A Great Sword Fighter And Can Really Kick a** With Create Chakra
Weakness: His Weakness Is Sunlight, The Right, The Pure, And Believe It Or Not, Fire And Its Lesser, Lightning. He Is Also Very useless At High Level Genjutsu
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Favorites
Animal(s) : Ravens, Hawks, Vultures, Crows
Colour(s) : Purple, Sky Blue, Blood Red, Raven Blue, Black, And White
Number(s) : Thirteen, Fifteen, And Twenty-Three
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Jutsu List
Non-Elemental
• Henge no Jutsu (Transformation Jutsu)
• Bushin no Jutsu (Clone Jutsu)
• Kawarimi no Jutsu (Substitution Jutsu)
• Kage Bushin no Jutsu ( Shadow Clone Technique )
• Bunshin Bakuha (Shadow Clone Explosion)
• Mikadzuki no Mai (Dance of the Crescent Moon)
• Soushuuha (Manipulate Advancing Blades)
• Toomegane no Jutsu (Telescope Technique)
Un-Katon --- Not-Fire
• Katon Hidora no Jutsu (Fire Release: Hydra Technique)
• Katon: Neshou Bunshin (Fire Release: Burning Clone)
• Katon: Karyuu Endan (Fire Release: Fire Dragon Blast)
• Fuuinka (Fire Sealing)
• Katon: Daikonran (Fire Release: Pandemonium)
Un-Raiton --- Not-Lightning
• Teikou no Kuntou (Electricity Resistance Training)
• Kyuutai Tate no Jutsu (Sphere Shield Technique)
• Raiton - Rairyuu No Tatsumaki (Lightning Release - Lightning Dragon Tornado)
• Yobigoe no Raikou no Jutsu (Call of Lightning Technique)
• Hando no Semeku (Hands of Torture)
Create Chakra
• Quantum Leap
• Phase
• Quantum Singularity
• Gleen
• Quantum Missile
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Character Description
Looks: Gerald Is A Very Tall Man. Seven Feet Nine Inches To Be Accurate. He had A Very Fragile Looking Body, Seemingly Weak, Though He Is One of the Stronger Mortals In Existence. His Hair Is Always Combed And In Place And His Eyes Glow With the Hatred Of The Existence Of man. His Skin Is Pale And Freezing Cold To the Touch.
Personality: Gerald Is A Very Unforgiving Man. He had great Honor, Though he Is Ruthless And Cold. He Loves To See Those In Pain suffer. Though He Is Like That, He Loves To Love. He Loves Women And never Dishonors Them.
Height: Seven Foot Nine Inches --- 7' 9''
Weight: Two Hundred Ten Pounds --- 210
Eye Color: Cold Fire Blue
Hair Color: Light To Bark Brown
Family: The Whole Miyamoto Family
Theme song:
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Missions Done
S Rank: 00
A Rank: 00
B Rank: 00
C Rank: 00
D Rank: 00
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Background Information
│ T │he Earth Rumbled As The Last Glimpse Of The Sun Started To Set Into The Western Horizon. The Place, The Edge Of The Living World, The Time, When All That Is Light Fades To Black And is Disembodied. Now, The Sun Had Set Completely And The Moon Refused To Rise. Now was The Time, Now The power Surged Through The Air, The Dark Power. All Of The Sudden The Earth Shuddered, As If A Pleasure Was being Released From Its Depths. A Crack Appeared, No Larger Than The Size Of An Out Stretched Horse. Suddenly, All Light left Seemed To be Drained From The Area, The Temperature Dropped By At Least Fifty Degrees, Frosting The Whole Area, This Was happening. The Crack In the Earth Glowed, Not With The Power Of Heat, But With The Coolness Of Ice. Of Coldness. Of Evil. Suddenly, As Soon As It Came, It Was Gone. The Crack had Closed, The Field Started To melt, And The Temperature Started To Return To Normal. Everything Was Right, Except One Small Thing. Crying. Human Crying. A Small Baby Lay Where The Crack had been, Ice Forming On the Ground around Him, An Unholly Aura Glowing Forth From Him . Un-Fure Burned Next To Him, A Name. Is Spelled Out Quietly Freezing The Letters Into The Earth. Gerald Tarrant. Soon He Was Found by a Traveler, One of Darker Soot, One That Flowed Into the Living World To Feed Upon the Flesh of Mortals. But This One Was Different, This One Would Love. The Traveler Brought The Young, Naked, Fragile Boy To The One Area He Thought Safe. The Village Hidden Among The Sound. Where The Evil Lay In Wait, Where The Darkness Is Pure, Where Gerald Would Live.
Age Ten, The Young Boy Started To Learn He had A Gift. Given To Him Not By God, No, Never By Some One So Light, But By Lucifer, The Devil Himself. He Would Not become A Ninja, he knew that, His Way of Fun Was...Well...Different Than most His Age. His Hunger Also Was Different. He Hungered For Fear, For Pain, For Raw Human Emotion And Wished That He Would be Able To Take It From Any he Pleased. If Only He Grew Strong Enough, He Would be Able To make It All happen. Another Small Hunger Of His Was Blood. Pure Blood Of One That Feared Him, Feared What He Was, Darkness Itself. The Gift He Had, The Power That Was Given To Him, The power Of Un-Fire. Or What He Liked To Call, Cold Fire. The Fire Itself Was Normal In How It Looked And How It Acted In Sight, But Oh, Was The Structure Different. The Cold Fire Was Just That. Freezing. Its Temperature Dropped Easily bellow Ice. Freezing Instead Of Burning. Freezing To A Degree That Not Even Fire Could handle What He Could Deal Out. He Needed That power, Oh How He Loved That Power. He used It To Feed. To Live. Now, Most Of All, He Loved Everything That Was Him. That Was Cold Fire
It Finally Came To Him At The Age Of Seventeen. The Second Power He was Born With. The Power Of Un-Lightning. Or Of Course, Called Cold Lightning. This Was Another Form Of His True Power, His Life. It Was Purple In Color, Unlike The Blue Cold Fire, And This Wasn't As Freezing, Though it Was Just As Deadly. The Effect Were Not Of Freezing Fire, But Of Freezing Lightning. Instead Of Being Seared By Freezing Fire, You Were Electrocuted By Freezing Lightning. He had Mastered his First Skill, The Skill Of His Cold Fire, And now It was Time To Work On What The Devil had Given him As A Compromise For Giving Him So many More Souls. It Would Take Him Only Two years To Complete This Training. Two Years To master The Arts of Both The Cold, Freezing Elements. And Two Years To become One Feared By All, One Called, The Hunter. Though, Now He Dawned Upon Another Gift. One That Was Not Of Freezing pain, But Of the World Itself. The Energy that Flowed Through All. The Power Of The Force Called Chakra.
He Had Used Chakra before. It was What Powered His Fire, His Lightning. But Now It was Different. Now This Was Like The Power That Controlled The Earth Itself. He Had Worn A Blindfold His Whole Life. For If not, His Eyes Would Bleed Tears Of Crimson. But He Never Knew Why, Until Now. He Was Part Of A Family, A Clan, A Kekkei Genkei. Create Chakra. It Allowed Him To use His Powers, To Control What Gave Birth To Him. He Needed To Master It. So he Did. He Trained For Four Years. Not Stopping Until Famine Or Exhaustion Too Him over. Not Breaking Until His Eyes Shed Tears And His Fingers Bled. He Trained To Win, To Master, To Control. He Was Making Sure He Would be Able To Control It, the Ultimate Power. His Life. His True being. At the Age Of Twenty Three He Mastered It. But He Needed More Power. More Control. More Life! So He Went To Do the One Thing He Thought Would Make Him Powerful. He Was Making A Sacrifice.
He Was Twenty Three And Already he Was Evil. Purest Darkness. His Sacrifice Would Make IT So he Could Have Power. So he Would be Able To control What He Loved The Most. His Powers. It Was April Fifteenth. Rain Smashed To the Ground, Drenching Everything That Would dare Stick its head Outside. The Sun Was setting, The Moon Not Risen Yet. Gerald Was At Home With His Mother, Father, And Younger Sister. Now Was The Time of Sacrifice. He Took His Sister First. He Brought Her Downstairs To A Stone Table Used For Metalworking And Tied Her Too It. He Covered her Mouth With Table And Blindfolded her. This Was Not A Sacrifice Of Family. No, That Wouldn't be Enough. But Of His Own sanity. His Saneness. That Which made Him, Him. He Took Out A Blade And Smiled. He Would Enjoy This. He Slit Her Throat. The Blood Filled Silently Down As the Small Body Stopped Moving. Stopped. "NO!" He Screamed As He Noticed That he Was Still Sane. He Needed more, And The Scream Had Done it. His Mother And Father Came Running Down Into The Room. It Was Time To Kill. BOTH Of Them. He Threw The Knife At His Father First. It Pierced The Front Of His Skull. Reappearing On The Opposite Side. The Now-Dead Body Fell To the Ground In A Limp Mass. Gerald Laughed. It wasn't Gone yet, There Was Still His Mother. She Looked At Him, Fear In Here Eyes. She Tried To Scream, But Nothing Came Out. She Tried To Run, But her Feet Were Locked. She Tried To Breath, But Her Lungs Were Clasped. Slowly The Man Rose His Hand. And Pointed. A Jet Of Cold Fire Shot From It, Hitting The Women Straight In The Chest. Instantly She Started To Freeze Up. Started to die Once More. He Had Done It. He Screamed At the top Of His Lungs, Which Soon Turned Into Laughter. He Had Last His Sanity, He Had Sacrificed The Thing Holding Him back. Now, he Felt It. The power Surged Through Him. The Life Forth Within Him. He Was Ready. He Had Won.
He Would Have Been Crazy. Killing Only When His Conscious Told To Kill. He Would have Been a Whole Different Person. But Something Happened. The Devil Had Found Him. Had Laughed At What he Did. He Gave Him back What He Had Lost From Himself. though The Power was kept, His sanity Was Returned. He Was Different All the Same. But He Was Not Crazy Now. He Lived To Kill. Lived To Feed Off The Fear. The Agony. The Pain Of Others. Though Now Was Not His Time. Lucifer Had Told Him. So He Did The Only Thing He Knew How To Do. He Froze Himself. The Cold Flame Wrapped Around Him Like A Blanket, Killing Off All The He was. All that He Is. All that He Will Be. Freezing Him In Spot. He Would Wait Until It Was Time To Rise Again. Time To Strike Fear Into The Hearts Of So Many. Time To Become The Hunter Once Again.
One Hundred. One Fifty. Two Hundred. Two Fifty. Three Hundred. Three Fifty. The Years Went By. The Body Stayed Frozen. He Wondered If He Would Ever Have The Power He Had Again. Ever Rise From His Eternal Sleep. To Become The Best. Four Hundred. Four Fifty. Four Hundred Ninety-Nine. It Was the day Before His Five Hundred Years Of Imprisonment. He Could Tell It was Time. Lucifer Told Him So. So, He waited As The Clock Moved Ever Forward. And Then it Happened. The Whole Area Froze Over, Ice Reaching Up And Licking The Ceiling. The Human Form Inside The Chunk Of Ice Moved. The Ice Surrounding Him Exploding. And Then It All When Black. Pitch Black. The Kind of Black That Only Evil Can Emit. He was Ready To Take On the World. His Life. Once Again.
He Emerged As New Looking As He Did When He Froze Himself. Though This Time He needed Power. A rank. He Needed To be a Ninja. He Started Himself At Chunin. Easily Passing Onto Jounin And Then Finally, After Killing The Last One, Taking the Role Of Otokage. He Was The Leader Of the Sound. The Ruler Of Those Who Had Protected Him When He Was Young. he was Now Ready To Train Others In his Way. Power Over Those Who Stood Against Him. And Kill Those Who Were Not Fit To Fight And Thus Live. He was Ready for Life...
