Orile

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Country/Village: Rain, Amegakure
Rank: Jounin
Age at Game Start: 19
Birthday: September 23rd

Appearance

Orile himself is a somewhat intimidating visage, even at all of five-foot-seven. His body is very obviously toned and strong, even before one takes into account the seven-foot daikyu yumi he keeps with him at nearly all times. He can almost always be found in ‘outdated’ clothes of muted colours that neither accent nor hide his dark skin, eyes, and hair. Most often, he can be seen with a broad grin or teasing, nigh-insincere smile on his face; the most notable exception is when he’s getting ready for a fight. His forehead protector is almost always on, though seemingly usually to keep his bangs out of his face.

Abilities/Powers

Orile’s clan may not have a name oft spoken of, but he does share their abilities and tenacity. By this age, too, he’s been gifted with most (if not all) of their personal secret arts and jutsu. Most of these are used in maintaining his particular weapons and armour. Though he has considerable chakra reserves, mostly through abusing them at a younger age, his true skill regarding them is using the purest form of his chakra in small, concentrated forms. Specifically, though, there are points at which he excels and points where he falls to the average, at best.

Taijutsu:
In most situations, Orile’s abilities with Taijutsu are passable to above-average. He’s built for the speed and power of using a bow, and so his skills with ranged weapons far exceed that of his melee abilities – most notably with regard to his yumi. Where his skills with kunai and shuriken are passable, his early grasp on the yumi ensures that he’s rather prolific with it, able to nock up to five arrows at a time without much detriment to his aim. Said aim is nigh-impeccable, as well, particularly with his chakra arrows (which will be covered under a latter section). At a distance and armed with his bow, his lethality is almost guaranteed unless an opponent has strong defensive capabilities.

Genjutsu:
By far, if one were to say that Orile was below average in one thing, it would be genjutsu. He has a fair grasp on the concept, but uses it very little – when he does, it’s usually to avoid a battle where he deems it unnecessary. His time spent perfecting his other jutsu basically ensured these skills got neglected. He can consistently draw from the primal side of genjutsu, but that’s about it. Quelling others or making himself seem terrifying come naturally when he wants to avoid something, but otherwise fall into being lackluster at best.

Ninjutsu:
Orile’s focus on ninjutsu is almost as singularly intriguing as his focus on the bow. After all, it’s through here that he’s developed and honed his chakra arrows – using the specialized equipment developed by his clan and gifted to him, Orile has the ability to ‘draw’ his chakra from his quiver, shaping it into an arrow. Similarly, his bow is made to allow the arrows to remain in form until they connect with something, upon which the chakra will split into a more familiar, cutting form and find its way into any imperfections in the surface it’s hit (or, in the case of skin and soft material, simply slice right through).

On the other hand, he also has specialized jutsu for defense. As mentioned in his history, he wears a set of armour made of chakra conductive material, which he’s honed into a completely self-sufficient, self-repairing set of armour – provided, of course, he has the chakra reserves to spare. Its make provides it with excellent resilience, as well, sealing off large sections of his body from any notable harm. Being focused (as most everything Orile uses) on wind chakra, it is also very light and difficult to see.

That isn’t his only defense, however. Over time, Orile modified many jutsu spells in order to create a unique, wind-centered ninjutsu that would allow him to call upon it for defense as well as offence, and in doing so, he’s created a number of defensive techniques that allow him to slow, block, or redirect objects thrown at him. These use a much larger reserve than his attacks, and so he relies on them more scarcely than not.

Other:
When it comes to the ninja basics, transformation and clone techniques and the like, Orile has a decent hand on them, whether he uses them frequently or not. He is, as mentioned, also both resilient and persistent. If there’s a way to use his chakra in conjunction with something else to strengthen either part of the equation, chances are he’s at least stumbled across it. He’s not above combining the elements around him to create a barrier and keep his foes at a distance – using loose dirt or water to create powerful whirlwinds or projectile walls, for example.

Outside of the battlefield, he’s no stranger to picking up the hammer and saw and simply putting forth an effort to do good. Building and maintaining things are second-nature to him. His people skills, some might say, leave a lot to be desired… but they would also say that he’s the type to never hesitate when someone needs help.


Personality

On the surface, Orile is a very simple man. He enjoys the company of pretty women (often to the point of excess) and tests of skill. He’s very easy-going and flippant, more than willing to joke and tease and flirt. It isn’t an act, per se, though it is a deliberate showing of the shallower side of him. If you were to ask those he treats this way, they would often tell you they worry that he’s completely forgotten his parents’ teachings and it’s a miracle he hasn’t gotten into more fights up to now. He barely respects those ranking above him, preferring instead to treat them like any other person. In his way, however, this is his way of showing respect – to Orile, those who he doesn’t trust are the ones who receive his stiff, monotonous replies and blank faces. These people are treated with the barest minimum of conversation, much more often handled at arm’s length and a watchful eye. It’s an utter backwards method of reaction that makes him what he is.

One might expect, given all this, that he’s the type to underestimate opponents and get himself into trouble. While that may be true off the battlefield, it most certainly is not when he’s in his ‘business mode’. As soon as his yumi comes into play, almost every scrap of openness practically disappears. His pride becomes somewhat more obvious in this situation as well, though it isn’t to say he’s a sore loser. Driven to the point of obsession, Orile will take on almost any fighter requesting a match, no matter how unlikely his win. After all, if you don’t test your limits, how will you ever learn to overcome them? He’s fully aware of his weak spots relating to his weapon, and will openly admit that he would rather stubbornly be beaten down repeatedly than put down the bow before he’s exhausted all possible alternatives.

Though not disconnected from feelings, and certainly not socially stunted, Orile can be somewhat difficult to talk to. Newcomers are often treated like enemies or, at best, interlopers. This can make him somewhat difficult to get to know, especially if one doesn’t bring up tests of skill. Those who know him well, and indeed his fellow villagers, often have difficulty separating the playful fodder from the core of what is being said. This has caused a handful of strains in the past, most of which Orile has settled with duels or politely walked away from. He’s much more observant than he appears, and only occasionally oversteps his bounds with those he knows well. When he does, he at least makes an attempt to swiftly correct the infraction, believing that above all else, harmony is necessary to have a complete and fulfilling future.

Speaking of which, Orile’s main goals are and have always been to become someone truly reliable and trustworthy. No matter how light-hearted he may seem, how blatant the flirts he gives out, somewhere underneath all of it is a core of resilience and sincerity. Those particularly empathic will likely notice this right away, and those who spend time getting closer to him even more so. Once bonds are formed, the archer can be considered an eternal ally – one who will gladly defend his friends to his dying breath. If, for some reason, he is unable to defend someone he will do what he deems necessary to make it right, be that revenge or simple retaliation or something else entirely. He may not know exactly how to convey it, and indeed may make friends angry with the way he acts, but once you’ve made a friend in him, you have to really betray his trust to lose him.


History

As histories go, Orile’s beginnings were fairly humble. Born into a very small clan, he decided at a young age that he wanted to learn how to use a yumi. Not just any yumi either, but a seven-foot daikyu yumi – one that, until he was six, he had neither the height nor strength to properly draw. He refused all attempts to offer him something smaller and easier to use for someone his size, stubbornly spending every spare hour trying the bow. When he first began using it, it was with predictably abysmal results. However, with his tenacity and determination, Orile proved a quick study. Where his arms were too short, he would create makeshift objects to bridge the gap; where his strength failed, he would spend hours just drawing and releasing the bowstring, until he could finally pull it the full twenty-eight inches without assistance. All of this, of course, was peppered with being taught the other forms of jutsu and basic etiquette. Most of the latter were ignored, as even as a young child his carefree attitude had begun to develop.

Those many blister-filled nights brought about a swell of pride all around, as the youth never complained about the obviously painful consequences of his insistence. The time spent preparing this way also prepared him, though he didn’t know it then, for his academy years. His progress to actually graduating was somewhat slowed by his insistence that he be allowed to attempt to use the yumi in all forms of attack and defense until he felt he had exhausted all possibilities, but it assured that he graduated with an extensive knowledge of his weapon as an offensive and defensive weapon, as well as a strong grasp on the basics of being a nin. Here, even more than before, his wish to be a strong ally to his village was cemented – working alongside so many other young nin made him want to protect those who couldn’t reach his heights, as well as (naturally) those who never wished to make the attempt.

He never worried his head about those outside of Amegakure, so long as they weren’t interrupting the village unnecessarily (and his missions didn’t require him to worry about them). For him, there were much more important things to worry about, like the pretty girls he so often saw around. His reputation as a heart breaker and a playboy was only somewhat well-deserved, as girls tended to find him much too blatant, but he didn’t seem to mind. It was all in good fun, and after all, what was wrong with pointing out the good features of a woman? … And, as he later found, the occasional man. It troubled him for a while, being attracted to pretty men as well as pretty women, before he just wrote it off as physical attraction. After all, pretty was pretty, and his one true love remained his yumi. Speaking of which, his affinity for wind came to light during his training to rise from Genin to Chunin, as he began developing ways to use his ninjutsu to aid his archery. It would become one of his largest devotions, refining and developing methods even after he climbed to the rank of Chunin at the age of thirteen. It was a change met with little promenade, as Orile dove so deeply into honing himself and his abilities that it was almost striking, even to family.

Speaking of, his family was very supportive – if a little worried, at this point. Orile was an only son, with one younger sister just barely six months old when he made Chunin, and though they had no worries that he knew his limits, there was always the worry that he would go too far. It didn’t take long before he showed signs of wear – using chakra as he was, the youth was expending more than necessary in an effort to better his weapon skills. It grew better as he strengthened his jutsu and developed a number of ways to turn the normally completely offensive properties of the wind into something defensive. His genjutsu skills remained passable, but little more, while his nin- and taijutsu skills began to soar.

In only a couple of years of being a chunin, Orile was already being chosen for B-rank missions, as his tenacity, strength, and loyalty to ame and its people were all very clear. He proved capable in all capacities, showing discretion that his ‘normal’ personality didn’t even hint to and a strong head on his shoulders. Still, not everything goes as planned every time – he found himself returned to home rather gravely injured after a woman (in his whole history, it was usually a woman playing his playboy side that caused his mishaps) took him by surprise. It was a humbling experience, to say the least, and he grew even closer to the fellow ninja who were there with him, who kept him from being further injured or left behind. And, when he woke at home, he woke to a gift from his parents.

That gift came in the form of a peculiar set of armour and a new bow and quiver. The former of these, he would learn, was made using chakra conductive material and built to tap directly into his chakra to self-repair – thus giving him further defense from damage. The latter was designed to allow him to use the wind chakra he so resonated with, taking that pure energy and forming it into arrows. The technique used to make these was so closely guarded that most, upon looking, wouldn’t even know off-hand how it worked. Orile himself wouldn’t learn said technique for several more years. Luckily, he treated his accoutrements and weapons both with the gentle respect and care of a master tradesman, and so repair was rarely needed during his remaining years as a chunin.

Indeed, a handful of years after that mishap, Orile proved himself sound enough an ally to be considered for promotion, and with how fluidly he blended his wind chakra and his marksmanship it wasn’t difficult to find an opportunity to be tested. By then, Orile had enough combat experience to manage the test – though that wasn’t to say it wasn’t difficult. Every difficult stepping stone, after all, gave him a new goal, another handhold to reach for. Making jounin was no different – almost as soon as he had been promoted, he set his sights on becoming an Akatsuki. Being a jounin served the barest function of proving his loyalty and allowing him to defend those less skilled than he, but it still didn’t quell the ambitious flame in his soul.

At nineteen, the coveted mantle remains out of his grasp – for now. Orile’s days are spent mostly organizing missions or on them, as much as he can manage, and helping his family directly when he does have the time. His sister is a rambunctious six-year-old, nearly as tenacious as he was, and many have said that he looks his happiest when spending time with her. He continues to push himself to excel in every task he’s given, still treats those he’s close to with a teasing, insincere air that most would be offended by, and still takes his training and skills very seriously. If he has any ambitions outside of Ame’s borders, they haven’t come to light thus far – his respect for Nagato seems as completely unconquerable as his unerring loyalty to family and country.