Juuden Burizādo

Back Story
"Life... Death... Life... Death... Here in the Shinobi World, there are countless who strive to be the best that they can be. Their skills, talents, and abilities... all are shown in the line of battle.  My story is something not worth mentioning... but ... I guess I can start off, and speak of my ... lovely.... history.  I was born hated, hatred ran within the family as the clan grew unstable.  After Tsukiko's death, the clan generation, after generation, seemed to grow more uptight, more ... strict.  The clan was indeed strict with Tsukiko leading the clan, but for some reason, now, the clan is just... out of hand...  Well, was out of hand.  My father, Juubeirama Senju was a notable shinobi, him coming from the Land of Fire in order to pursue greatness, him seeing that the lands of Konoha were not something that he was meant to be apart of, at least... not right now.  During these pressing times... The villagers being riled up, the clan's starting to butt heads and such... There was just a type of chaos that would definitely lead to death of many people. Two of those people, being my world. Juubeirama Senju, My father, was a great shinobi. In the land hidden within the Mist, there were no rankings as of yet, but by the stories I hear, this man was more powerful than the Hokage... If only I got to see it, right? Mother, the priestess of the clan, well, technically the role that Tsukiko had, was a powerful shinobi herself. Apparently, the two of them combined... Was a force that no one could reasonably go up against. Despite this though, despite their power and such... They gave up everything that had, for me. I wonder why they didn't just leave this... hell. Why would they want me to stay in such a place...? What is the real reason they just gave it all up...? No matter. In all honesty, could I even consider them as strong? If they couldn't handle a few worthless Clansmates? Though the idea sometimes sickens me, I tend not to dwell onto it. If I did, there wouldn't be a clan to call home anymore. "

"When I was born, there was a snow storm, a blizzard actually. This wasn't unusual to come about, especially for a member of the Burizādo clan.  Despite this though, mine was apparently one of the worst ones.  Though my father and my mother's death was going to come about, I'm sure that it was my death as well that the clan wanted... secretly within their hearts.  The first high member, not containing the full blood of a Burizādo... The hatred...  Heh, Can't really blame them.  They were all conceited; in all honesty, as am I. I think in all honesty, the only thing that spared the blade from my baby head was the fact that I bore the characteristics of a Burizādo rather than my father.  The only thing 'tainted' were my eyebrows, them being slightly darker than my hair.  Even with this though, my... 'family' wanted to do something drastic. Therefore, being the clan head was out of question, I wasn't going to be the next one in line, rather someone else who would bare great skills, wisdom, and ability. But in all honesty, what should I have cared? I was an infant, less than a month old when they came about this decision, and my parents, they were long gone."

"Each day was a struggle, each day different from the next. From when I was born, I wasn't allowed my own accustomed snowflake, and all I can remember was the younger kids, showing off their custom snowflakes as I would just look at my blank and empty hands.  I had no one.  No mother, no father, no ... legitimate family that cared for me in the slightest. I was alone.  Thing was, I honestly didn't know why.  I knew what clan I was apart of, and the fact that know one told me what was going on ... made me even more upset.  As I was hated greatly, by the age of 7, I decided to take the alternative route, rather than abide by the Burizādo clan.  With this being said, I left to take the route of a shinobi of the hidden mist rather than simply stay within this sort of clan any more.  Upon my decision to leave, I was confronted my the clan's head whom was the first person who was not an exact descendant from Tsukiko. He was over confident, and was rather boastful. He knew for a fact that his place wasn't his own, for it was mine. Even if this was the case, he didn't tell me, in all honesty, he didn't care about me; no one did. "

"Upon leaving, as well as, not having any techniques of my own, within a drawer, contained sort of a map, a map in which was some sort of treasure hunt. As a kid, one probably could have guessed that I was rather excited to see where this would head.  After travelling for around a day, I grew tired, but this was when I also learned about the geographical features of the land hidden within the mist.  This would be pretty useful with later times, but all the same, I couldn't wait to see what was going to be brought of me.  Within the cave though, was an elderly woman, the woman seeming to be ... In all honesty, I didn't know how old.  At first, I was pretty frightened, but the woman seemed to have some means in comforting me, a comfort in which i rarely experience.  Soon, she asked me to hold out my hand, where I reluctantly did.  With this, she preformed a surplus of handseals, her soon placing her hand onto mine. Her hand was cold as ice, probably colder. All I remember was during that time, that was the coldest thing that I have ever felt. It was then that I saw a mark, a mark in which everyone else had, the mark that showed the ability to use the Tosho Technique... and that... was probably the most happiest day of my life. I don't remember much after that honestly. Things just... sort of went black."

"Within the academy though, things weren't as hard as everyone made things out to be. Though the world was indeed cruel and cold, like our Sensei made things out to be, the class itself was just a basic test of survival.  To me, I honestly thought that all I had to do was survive, and that's what I thought I had been doing for all this time; merely surviving.  The clan that I once was apart of; rejected me. I had no idea what had became of my mother and father, I did not know them.  I was honestly just surviving.  When it came down to the one on one testing against other members, there were a few Hozuki, Yuki, even Burizādo that were rather talented.  Myself, being in the class didn't pay attention to such talent.  One would consider me conceited or... pretentious for that alone, but the only thing that drove me was ambition, ambition for the answers, no matter how much they might have hurt. After defeating a surplus of people within the class I was in, there was little need to prove myself for more testing, even the sensei saw that my skill was something that was barely matched, and within 3 months within the program, I was sent for testing to become the next rank. "

"Somehow, one caught wind of the marking onto my dominant hand, the snowflake that represented 'me.' One even reported that the symbol that I bore was similar to the symbol of the main leader's symbol onto his other hand, (Him having to get a another symbol due to the fact that he was now leading the clan, the symbol had to be similar to Tsukiko's.) This brought great concern to the Burizādo clan, and sooner or later they confronted the Mizukage about this.  This was one of the reasons why the civil war was approaching, his lack of want to participate in such matters.  He left it up to the clan to worry about it rather than solving the problem himself.  And unfortunately, 'solving the problem' was death, the only one that the Burizādo could think of.  Cold right? Them wanting to murder the descendant of Tsukiko herself. Sickening, trivial people."

"They couldn't just up- and kill a currently ranking member within the forces though. And with my skill and talent, they soon saw that I was a force to be reckoned with.  I had a natural tendency for water release; and with that, I even created my own jutsu for the technique.  With my use of water release alone, they knew that the simple act of killing me was something that wasn't obtainable, at least not yet, them preparing sorts of stages for me to be entrapped in.  It wasn't a big deal though, it actually was nice; them actually helping me with learning the clan's jutsu with the sort of ... sick plan.  As I grew older, around the age of 13 now, I was already one of the top ranked people within my squadron.  My intelligence, my passion, my ambition, and my cold heart, were the things that struck to the Mizukage.  He was growing sick, and he needed someone to fill his shoes in the upcoming years. Many...and I do mean... MANY people thought that they were going to take his place, ones of the strongest of the clan's in which aided by his side in battles in such, but that wasn't the case. He had his eye on one person. Juuden Burizādo, me. "

"When I was 13, he called for me. And I was forced to listen for hours and hours about his ambitions and his goals. In truth, I discovered how much hatred he actually had in him.  The thing was, he didn't have hatred for people, more so than the ideals that people had.  He hated weakness.  He hated stupidity, he hated laziness, and he hated procrastination.  The guy was a genious in all honesty, but I honestly think that the coldness that my heart bore was more than what he had... by a long shot.  It was whatever though, he did not mind how my heart was, he accepted me for who I was, and that made me happy.  He was like a father figure to me.  It was rumored that the man didn't have any sons because he didn't want his ambition to falter by the means of bearing children.  Though this was the case, he treated me as his own, even telling me about my clan, and how they wanted him to do something about me. It was.. rather hard to listen to something like that as I felt the coldness within myself grow, but it was worth it, because within the very same month, I challenged the main within the house-hold to a fight, a fight in which I mercilessly defeated the man, whom begged for his life, due to the fear that Tsukiko herself had, now spreading to the rest of the clan whom bore the Tosho Technique."

"With his beginning for his life, yes I was indeed satisfied, but there was something I wanted. I was entitled to the truth, and that is what they gave me. They told me about what they did to my father and my mother... just for the sake of me being within the clan.  They told me about what my mother was forced to do... and what they did after to her.   I was told of the what the current user had did to my mother in order for her to go off and assassinate my father... I was told of everything.  And it took everything I had not to end things.... right then in there.... But... It wasn't worth it.  The look in is eyes, the fear of death... everything was so bitter sweet.  I commanded that the scrolls be returned to my possession, and that, they were.  And after the defeat, there was a shame within the Tosho house hold them wanting to revenge themselves by slaying me, and I had known this... but I didn't care. This was the reason they had joined up with the others against Kiri... well, at least that's what I speculate. Nevertheless, another clan will fall."

"The Mizukage laid onto his deathbed soon, his heath deteriorating quickly. And there was nothing anyone could do.  He was growing older, him being he age of 98 now.  He was an old man, and lived for a long time.  He carried wisdom as his shield, and leadership as his blade.  His intelligence were his garments, and his ambition was the temptress that was soon to be his downfall.  The clans were starting to rise up, as the stages for civil war were soon being set.  I didn't know what to do in all honesty. Being the Mizukage at the age of 16 isn't something that I can simply say is an every day thing. Despite this though, no matter what we have been faced with, I have decided that I will not falter.  The land hidden within he mist will be the greatest. I decided to keep my identity from being known, by everyone. No one having even the slightest taste of seeing my face.  I will be hidden, I will be a figure more so than anything else. I need to keep in touch with the village, but that will be the making of my Tosho Clone. My plan was set, and now is in motion."

"Now, I have mastered the techniques written within the scrolls, and I will soon go off, and find the legendary whip of Tsukiko so that I may learn her secrets as well as the truth from her. The clan is after me, that I know, but the will to kill them all is something that is making my blood boil.  I am now Mizukage, and my judgement will soon come to those that don't abide by the laws within the land... I am ... Juuden Burizādo."

Personality and Behaviour

Juuden Burizādo was always seen to be one that was like different. As a thinker and then a doer, Juuden did his best in order to use his mind as the best weapon that he had; on and off battle. Juuden was rather quiet at times, as well as one that cares about the people close to him, even though he can come off as rather, "cold." at some points. Juuden dislikes conceited behavior, even though he is rather conceited himself, him sometimes seeing himself as higher than what he actually is. Though this being the case, he recognizes opponents that are equal to him; or provide him with some sort of a challenge. Juuden also doesn't like to waste time. He cuts right to the chase when in action because he adapted to the belief of "not wasting time." Juuden inherited some of his mother's attributes of being comforting at times though as well as his father's intelligence. Juuden became Mizukage because of his drive, his ambition, and the potential that was recognized by the first Mizukage.

Catch Phrase
"You need to chill."

Appearance
Being a member of the Burizādo clan, Juuden as snow white hair, it being rather long, going down past his shoulders. Juuden has bright blue eyes, and usually when one looks into then, one is able to "feel" the rather cold glare, the Burizādo being seen as cold people. He has a laid back sort of look, usually wearing his standard Mist flak jacket as well as his blue undershirt as well as his pants and his white sandals.

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