Name: Zerd "Tarkus" Stahl
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Chakra Nature: Earth release
Clan: Stahl
Rank: Genin
Ninja Path: Taijutsu Type
LOOKS
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Light brown
Skin Tone: Pale white
Height/Weight: 6'2, 175lbs without armor
Extra: Tarkus wears a set of incredibly thick and heavy Black Steel plate armor, matched with a large tower shield and greatsword of the same alloy. In total he comes to 250 lbs with everything suited up and he certainly isn't designed for speedy get-away. But he's used his equipment long enough to have a firm grasp on it's proper use. Being a special alloy called "Black Steel", the usual effect lightning might have on the user inside the armor is kept on the outer plates, electrifying his armor if struck, while keeping him safe inside. Fire is still a major defensive issue for him as the armor lacks padding and around the joints.
PERSONALITY
Likes: Reading, training, open areas
Dislikes: Overly chatty people and tight areas
Hobbies: Polishing his armor and sharpening his sword
Fears: Claustrophobia
Nindo: Not every Shinobi was born for stealth and speed
Extra: An overall cheery man
HISTORY
Birthplace: Sanctum Angelis
Birth Date: Nov 13
Family: None currently in contact with
Kekkei Genkai: Earth Hardening specialization - Tarkus does not come packed with a wide variety of jutsu, but for the two he does know, he knows them well. His Earth Spear jutsu and Earth Armor are extremely thick, adding to his already thick armor.
Life's story:
Tarkus spent a lot of his time wandering around, he'd go from major settlement to settlement, training along the way whenever he got a decent chance. It never took much to amuse him as a child either, he always carried around a large stick which he used very liberally. Among the clan of warriors, Stahl, or "Steel", who were always trained to use heavy armor and weapons as opposed to the small swords or kunai shinobi were trained to use. The clan always produced capable warriors wielding large broadswords with thick iron armor and their trademark Tower Greashields which covered the entire body, and the warriors behind them were known to use the shield as a weapon as much as the sword.
But even among then, a young man like Zerd was an exception. The boy had met another young man as he always roamed, a boy from a clan of blacksmiths called "Tarkus" meaning "Wisdom" to represent the wisdom and knowledge of the smithing trade passed down among the generations. Zerd and the boy were inseparable for years. But as life these days is, both of the clans were beginning to die off, as the Stahl clan produced so many warriors, they earned plenty of money but lacked many basic medical needs, and the Tarkus clan just didn't produce enough trained warriors.
Zerd was to begin his training, meaning he'd have a lot less time to spend with the boy from the other clan, just as well the boy would begin his own smith training. Before they separated, they vowed to meet one another once more, the boy promising Zerd to hand craft a suit of armor just for him and Zerd promising to bring him along with him to show him the world.
But things didn't go as they planned...
Four years of hard training and Zerd was released into the world as a man, and a warrior. Remembering his promise, he travelled to the village of the Tarkus clan, only to be greeted by a burning village and the clan members evacuating in droves. He rushed in, naturally, to make sure his friend was safe. But as he got to the boy's house, he only found the charred remains of the family and the their son, crushed under a towering wood beam, spilling the contents of their forge out around them and trapping them.
Zerd stayed in the village until the flame died, rain had been pouring down most of that day and it didn't take long. Once it was safe, he moved the pillar and hauled each body out of the rubble, other clan members taking them to their rightful burial ground. As he explored the rubble more, he had accidentally stepped on the cellar door, which gave way under the weight of his armor and he fell in, to be greeted by a set of jet black armor staring him down.
The armor looked as though it had been forged by a master of smithing, plates on the shoulders overlapping to cover the exposed joints, as well as elbow pads. It was modelled so closely off his own armor, yet it was so much different. All the flaws his own armor sported looked to be mended with this, and the jet black steel had him under it's spell at first glance. He took the helmet, turned it over to find a small inscription written into the inside lip "ZERD TARKUS STAHL, A TRUE WARRIOR AND FRIEND"
After that day, Zerd had adopted "Tarkus" as his unofficial first name, then keeping "Stahl" as his clan name. "Steel Wisdom". A unison of clans no longer existing as anything more than rag tag warriors and smiths.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Tarkus brought his greatshield to his side, the small katana from the bandit stopping dead in it's tracks. The shield was brought down with enough force to embed itself into the earth, acting as a wall. The bandit instinctively pulled the blade back, swinging at the other side of the heavily armored man. This time, Tarkus didn't move. The blade was heading straight for his thick, overlapping plate shoulder armor, and as it connected, he brought his free, left arm up, sending the bandir reeling back with a single well placed punch to the nose. The man was drawn back and sent on his rear, tears filling his eyes from the blow. The only thing he saw was a large black figure approach and bring a greatsword the size of his being up to his throat, and a thick, heavy voice called from inside the helmet, where no eye could be seen.
"I think we're done here."
