Okatsu

Angel of Peace

## Jutsu

**General Skills*** Body Flicker Technique
* Body Replacement Technique
* Clone Technique
* Manji Formation
* Rope Escape Technique
* Transformation Technique

**Ninjutsu**

* Barrier Method Formation
* Facial Copy Technique
* Tiferet
* Netzach
* Hod

**Fighting Style**

* Assassination Technique

## Inventory

* Gevurah
* Tanto
* Wire Strings

A Chunin of near legendary status during the Siege of Kaishi City, propelled in infamy due to the vast headcount he amassed. There was one noteworthy event in particular which his allies and enemies alike would not forget for a long time.

*Sunday... or was it? It was hard to remember any details yet the mind kept looking for things which felt real. The day, the time, my favorite color. Everything just felt so vague. All I could see through my scope was crimson. Crimson everywhere. Torn limbs, headless corpses piled up so high that the enemy had to climb over the dead to try and approach me. I held the west gate. Many of the Shinobi fighting by the bridge had already fallen. A few were awaiting their coup de grace. I was the final one left capable of defending that small gate I was perched on top of. I was low. Crouched. Mostly covered by an extension of the wall. My eye, forehead, and the barrel of Gevurah were all which gave away my position. Barely enough for them to hit. The only problem was my Chakra. Even using it sparingly wouldn't have allowed me to claim more than a dozen heads. I had to think. I had to think in ways which combined logic and intuition. But in truth. There was no thinking. Only intuition. I could see it. Each shot. Waiting for the perfect amount of enemy troops to climb over those fallen before lining up my aim so that with one squeeze of the trigger a multitude of screams pierced the air. It didn't matter. Whether I shot through their skulls, ripped off their arms or legs, or tore through their organs. The power of my Gevurah was too much for them to handle. I took out six with my best shot. 47 in total in that first wave which lasted days on end if not more than a week. When they went to regroup, I regained my strength and slept what little I could in between keeping watch in a constant environment of threat. My total headcount is estimated between 200-250. They are way off. I've counted over 300 myself. By the end, there were so many enemy bodies that I could no longer see those of our allies who had defended this gate during the initial wave of enemies. It is a great shame, for in that first wave there were so many foes that each of our own had to to fight for five. It was thanks to their sacrifice that I was able to do what I did. It was their bodies, and those of whom they felled, which had formed the barricade that gave me my ultimate advantage. Yet they deem me a defender. A guardian.*

*An Angel of Peace.*

*How wrong they are.*

*-Anbu report following the Siege of Kaishi City*

## Personality

Okatsu has a calm demeanor with a shy sense of kindness underpinning most of his gestures. He would have been a loving soul were it not for the reality and brutality of a lifetime of war. The scars are mostly mental yet repressed to the back of his mind. And with that-- much of his personality had been lost: for he had been rather joyous and extroverted as a child.

At first glance Okatsu may seem quite disinterested when seen without his ANBU mask on. It's not something he does to spite people. it's simply how his face looked ever since he returned from the war. Some say it's a result of all the things he had been witness to. **"His eyes have seen death too often.**"

Now, war and battle are as second nature to him. As are the acts of subterfuge and infiltration. Unlike many other Shinobi, he accomplished these feats with but a single Jutsu that allows him to swap his face. When he changes his face, he often changes his personality. Interestingly enough, and perhaps due to his real personality lacking, he is quite talented at faking a wide range of personalities. Some of his peer have noted that a few of these fake personalities match those of fallen enemies of whom Okatsu had collected the face. Which leads to the potential danger of Okatsu ultimately losing who he his amidst a sea of adopted identities. Especially with these personalities being one of the only outlets for his emotions.

### Likes

*-Forest critters specifically & animals in general*

*-The outdoors*

*-Brightly colored hairstyles*

*-Black Tea*

*-Green Tea Ice cream*

### Dislikes

*-Fire*

*-Smoking*

*-Alcohol*