Mezoku Nara

Black sheep amongst the Nara Clan. Though in no way other than the Jutsu of his craft. Utilizing the Yin release in a manner beyond unorthodox amongst the Nara, one never seen before, he is as much a stigma as he is a prized and respected member of their clan. Even family members may not be comfortable looking him in the eye but at the same time they felt safe and secure in his presence. Konoha's Black Raven.
Growing up amongst his peers Mezoku was quick to abstain from his clan's hidden technique. He wasn't interested in what shadows could grab or how they could be manipulated. Instead he was far more interested in the outside world. The way the wind blew. The way that trees grew. The way life functioned. Far more interested in matters of biology and topography than becoming a shinobi. But choices were a luxury he and his could not afford. After a few early years at the academy he was forced to become a shinobi amidst the tumult. Yet he found himself unwilling to comply with becoming as others were. He saw a path of his own. A deeper darkness hidden beneath the realm of shadows. A void.
It was upon a late and fateful night that the nine year old wandered through the forest at night. A dangerous time to be wandering by oneself let alone for one so young and so weak. It was there that his eye fell upon a small lake even darker than the surrounding shadows, even darker than the night. And his curiosity, ever insatiable, wondered how and if such a thing could be true. As such he took a step he would never come to forget and felt himself sink within an abyss. Now. Whether this was but an ordinary puddle of water or a metaphysical portal into the unknown wasn't known yet the child who sat amidst the dark and felt his short but inquisitive experience flash in front of his eyes would most definitely have you believe the latter.
Once he emerged. He knew what to do. And with that research was no longer a passion. It became a plight.
Countless days and nights were spent studying at night, while attending classes by day. Months after months. Years after years. Until reaching a point where even he wasn't sure if, when, where or how he slept. He had much catching up to do but kept the Academy pleased by scoring well on most subjects save some more physically inclined. After all, his schedule had him pale, skinny, and marked with large bags under his eyes. Yet displaying surprising vitality. As he put it. "The night strengthens me.". A saying he could come to regret.
It was on a rainy morning, overlooking a Nara Clan training session besides some of the elders, that he connected the dots. He had been studying Yin Chakra immensely. Thousands upon thousands of pages of theory, studies and more done on the subject. Ancient scrolls and old Nara Manuscripts. Yet it wasn't until this random morning that he connected its potency to his childhood interests in the world and what made it tick. Perhaps it was due to seeing some of the Nara Chunin practicing techniques which manifested shades out of their usual two-dimensional realm. He could see it in front of him. Not shadows. No... a void....
After a manic six months of theorizing. Experimentation began. It lost him his left hand ring finger and pinky. Left multiple scars spread across his left arm, shoulder and most of his torso in fragmented fractal patterns. On top of losing two molars and his left eye. Was it worth it? The research put into practice became akin to walking through a living nightmare without end. Time after time again. Things which he never wanted anyone to ever have to see. What laid beyond his worst fears. His worst memories of the war had already begun taking his toll. When he graduated from the Academy at 13. Some of the faces he knew were no longer there. Yet even when sent out on his earlier missions. He would always study at night. Though never while at watch. For he was diligent. The survival of his peers was of the utmost importance. Importance which waned as the studies continued and living nightmares turned to terrors. He could no longer look at people without imagining their forms twisting. The walls whispered in cruelty. Lost in a rabbit hole.
Once he got out. He had changed. Long black and unkempt hair. No longer shy but surrounded by the ominous confidence of one who had seen more than anyone should. Now a Chunin. He would never forget that night where he was forced to bring his research and practice into the field for the first time. The monstrosity which came forth as his formulae for the Jutsu had failed to translate in the correct sequence of hand seals. His control of the Chakra, of the realm of the unknown, had faltered. Claiming his team mates and Jounin in an event only known to a very select few as the "Black Night.".
The only reason why he wasn't imprisoned or worse was the carnage which was seen left on the battlefield. Dozens upon dozens of fallen foes. Some of which were still being feasted upon by a monster dealt with by some of Konoha's finer shinobi. Upon his personal consistent insistence to be allowed such, he was granted a secluded area in the forests overlooked by a patrol tower. A place to find the last piece he was lacking. Control. Though marked with mental and physical scars unbearable. Control was far out of reach. Like the black wings of a raven. — Everywhere he reached the memories came screaming. Haunting from the unknown ever made aware within mind. The terrors were ever there. Everywhere he looked. Until he no longer looked away but stared straight ahead. These horrors had become engraved in him. His crimes had become engraved in him. His mistakes. His hopes. His studies and goals. All these countless hours. All those countless tears. They were a part of him not.
As his emotion subsided. His intellect became untamed. His eye upon the clockwork of the planet unchained. Though one mistake he would never break again. He altered each and every one of his Jutsu to be incapable of absorbing any quantities of a being or object which held chakra within it, whether as small as a bird or fish. An unbreakable lock engraved within the very core of the Technique which only then found itself reaching a point of stability and balance. Only then did he find what he was missing. Control. Allowing him to form creations out of imagination and the world around him. A childhood dream made manifest from nightmares by one who could no longer see the light or darkness in either. Constructs which triumphed more than they failed and fell during the most recent years in the war. Many claimed and many saved, his promotion to a Jounin surprised few. Especially with the Black Night having remained a top-secret dark page of history.
He dyed his hair blonde in remembrance of the two teammates lost. And with that turned a new page. No longer absorbed in nights of research. The war had matured him. Though the bags would never fully vanish his skinny frame became a little more athletic. A few ravens used his balcony as their home and he would tend to them whenever he could. It was one of the few times where he could forget the houses screaming, the sky burning, and the wind leaving crimson in its wake. Those few minutes every now and then were his sanctuary. For the nightmares would forever last.
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