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After the Fourth Great Shinobi World War ended, the world was experiencing a time of peace. The villages for once were able to live in relative harmony with one another as they rebuilt, and for once, all seemed to be well. The kage were able to live peaceful lives and soon began retiring, passing on the baton to the next generations. That is until an unknown virus infects the northern coast. The first to fall is the once powerful Raikage, Ay. While many thought this virus was a simple mutation of what may have well been the flu, no one would ever think of the destruction it would cause. Especially when it infected a certain Uzumaki Naruto.
With his death came the malice; with the malice came the destruction; with the destruction came the shinobi' revolt; and with the revolt came the sacrifices. The Bijuu became filled with malice that they sought to destroy the world. Shinobi sought a way to fight them and once again capture each of the Bijuu. Time passed, and a plan was devised. The Jinchuuriki would be sacrificed for the greater good of the world, and with the deaths of nine individuals, an uneasy peace began.
As time continued, the villages began to truly restructure. In a peace that would last 80 years after the downfall of the Bijuu, the world would see the creation of a great many things. Technology was beginning to take root and before long the blossoms that grew from the tree of the advanced mind would bear fruit. A many great things came to be. A railroad between the vast many nations. Mechanical limbs to replace lost ones. Radios that could reach between villages. Everything seemed to be becoming less reliant on the shinobi. Only the need for them never truly vanished. As with the growth of time, also continued the growth of malice.
durarara!!! • orihara izaya male • 16 • 3/14 • homoflexible otogakure • enoki • genin • team 1
Izaya stands at five foot five and weighs 136lbs. He's wiry and flexible, but he doesn't possess a lot of muscle mass. He has shaggy black hair that frames his fair face, parted over the left of his scarlet eyes. A feature that rather stands out are his ears. Instead of the small, round and fleshy ears one would expect, Izaya has tall cat-like ears that stick up to six inches away from his skull. These ears are quite real, and can move forward, to the sides, fold back, and move separately. His mouth has four pointed fangs. If he were to stick his tongue out at you, you would notice that it has rough ridges. No matter what he does, his fingernails will grow to a point, and if you flash a light in his eyes, they will reflect and glow an orange-yellow color.
As for his clothes, Izaya prefers dark clothes. He often wears black canvas pants with close-toed black zori, a faded blue tshirt, and a black hooded jacket trimmed with white-grey faux fur. When he's going on more stealthy missions, he chooses more form-fitting black clothes. Often he will wear black gloves. The one problem he has is with his pants; they may not always fit properly around his tail. Oh, did the tail not get mentioned? Izaya has a three-foot medium-haired black tail that is also reminiscent of a cat's. Sometimes he will tie a white cloth around the middle of it.
As for his ninja apparel, Izaya keeps his kunai holster on his right thigh, with a four pouches around his belt; two on the right, two on the left. On his left thigh, Izaya has a special holster for his pipe that keeps it both flush with his leg and in easy access. As for Izaya's headband, only worn on-duty, he keeps it carefully tied around his head in a fashion that will not interfere with his ears. When going for more stealthy missions, Izaya will not carry his headband. Near the middle of the outer edge of his left ear is a hole, with something usually tied through it. It came from an injury when he was very young and a classmate took a hole-punch to it when he dozed off during a class recess.
Izaya tends to wear his emotions on his sleeve. If he's angry, you know it, if he's sad, you know it, if he's pleased, you know it. If he's embarrassed either from praise or cruelty, he's mean as shit. Izaya doesn't exactly know how to be nice, but even if he's being mean, his actions will say otherwise. He doesn't take compliments well and gets very flustered, and will try to write it off as if the praise was just something that should have already been known. In actuality, he's usually just hiding the fact that he's super-pleased about someone noticing when he does well. However, there are occasions when the unconscious purring will give him away instantly and make his flustration even worse.
Things that dart around quickly or shine catch Izaya's eyes, and while that's distracting under normal circumstances, it's useful in spars or on the field to quickly react to the shine of a kunai or other moving things. If he gets ahold of catnip, be it voluntary or someone slipping it to him, his personality changes. He becomes overly spacey, forgets to be mean, and has the insatiable urge to rub his head against those around him, and will search if that person has any more, especially if they say they don't but he can still smell it.
Izaya is a rather calm fighter. He needs to be, to keep a steady melody on his pipe. However, Izaya needs to be standing still to play his pipe. If he's forced into moving, he will either switch to ninjutsu or call upon his summons for aid, because he can't play very well when running. It's something he practices, however.
Despite growing up through some rather grievous situations thanks to his differences, Izaya is not an unkind person. He has a sharp mouth, and will act as if he's helping you because he has no other choice and someone needs to do it, but he will still help you. He can be rather grudgeful at times, but if you know what makes him tick, it's not too hard to earn his forgiveness.
One thing that Izaya cannot stand is the scent of female Enoki in heat. Human females give off a scent too during both menstruation and ovulation, and female cats produce a similar, yet less potent smell than the Enoki women. If at all possible Izaya will avoid being downwind of these scents, because they are so sickeningly sweet to his nose that it has, on occasion, made him physically ill. He'd take a man over a woman any day, although the day may come where he crosses a girl whose smell is out of this world.
ACADEMY AGE 5
GENIN AGE 12
CHUUNIN AGE N/A
JOUNIN AGE N/A
Izaya was born as a kit to Enoki Aru and Enoki Satoru. The Enokis were immigrants, like many of their kind, and lived in a small, rather inbred, group on the outskirts of Otogakure, in a small rural village nearby. Enoki was born as the third generation in the town, with a satisfactory amount of the other villager's blood in his system. In an attempt to integrate him into the system (despite their staying there for three generations now, and even mating with many of the villagers, they weren't exactly wholly accepted), Izaya was enrolled into a preschool by the time he was three, the seed of education starting at an early age to prepare him for the life of a civilian schooling system.
As the first child of his generation, Izaya was the only kit in a school filled with human children. The would often pull and tug on him, trying to understand why he was different, and he would respond with growls and hisses. When Izaya was four, and in the second semester before beginning kindergarten, an event occurred that would uproot the lives of the Enoki. During a play recess, a teacher had left the students unattended for five minutes—a five mere minutes—to discuss matters with a teacher across the hall. Izaya had been napping at the time. One of the children had obtained a hole-punch from the teacher's desk, and on a dare, approached the sleeping Izaya. Very carefully sliding a soft, velvety ear in-between the vice of the clamp, the child squeezed as hard as he could.
The effects were instantaneous. Izaya's loud yowl of pain had alerted the teachers in the hall to the goings-on within the classroom, and they had appeared in the doorway to see the young boy's claws painfully rake the face of the child who'd punched his ear, shearing off long lines of flesh. With the movement, the punch had been wrenched from the child's hand, further tearing Izaya's ear, and the object flew into a wall with a slight red speckling on impact. As Izaya's ears were black, it was not apparent on first sight that he had been hurt first, only that he had shredded the face of a sobbing child and was, in turn, also sobbing. It wasn't until after the cruel screaming at Izaya did they see the blood dripping freely from a clear, open hole in his left ear. Still, the damage had been done. Children had gone home to tell their parents about the bakaneko child that attacked his classmates. There was an uproar, and the Enoki had been forced to leave the village.
The small group—as well as those who loved them—migrated to the shinobi village of Otogakure, seeking refuge in the shinobi who lived there. Nearing five, Enoki insisted to his parents that he had to become a shinobi so that he could protect himself from other mean kids, and protect his parents and his family from any more mean people who would come. Despite the child being so young, his parents admired his ambition, and allowed Izaya to enroll into the shinobi academy once he turned five.
Living in the village and attending the shinobi academy hardly proved any better than the civilian school. In fact, it could have been considered worse, for the children had a wider array of tools that could cut. Often Izaya would come home with patches of fur missing from his tail and no explanation as to why. But, he perservered. He'd taken to tying things in the hole in his ear—once he'd gotten over the shock of his ear being mutilated, he realized how cool it was that he could stick things through it and had asked to let it heal with the hole still there. It was his first battle scar. At least, that's what he told the other students.
When Izaya was nine, he'd stumbled across the most interesting of things. An elderly man whom he'd never seen before. He didn't seem like a shinobi, but he did not seem like a civilian, either. The man's name was Toshiro, and he had taken a liking to the cat-child. Toshiro lived far in the wilderness, in a cottage in the woods. He lived alone with mice. Many many rats and mice. Whenever Izaya visited the old man, he'd be fascinated by all the mice. And he had learned he was capable of something he'd never been happy enough to do; purr. The old man would teach Izaya things, and every time he did well, he would pat Izaya on the head, and Izaya would purr in return.
When Izaya was eleven, he'd come to a very startling realization he'd never come to before. He'd learned that it was not normal that he found the other boys in the class pretty, or cute, or whatever the word was for it. Like the other males, girls had been a gross, cootie-filled species, but Izaya had never understood why. Just that he wasn't interested in the scary things, and he liked being with the boys a whole lot more. A lot more.
When Izaya was twelve, he became a fully-certified genin. The same day, overjoyed, Izaya fled to the woods to meet Toshiro and tell the old man the good news. But, the old man was no where to be found. Almost none of the mice remained. Izaya was heartbroken, as if he'd lost a very important family member. He searched the house desperately, calling, calling, never receiving an answer. He was gone. Old man Toshiro was gone. Without a word. Just... gone. And he cried, oh did Izaya cry. It was as if he'd lost a grandfather, someone very dear and precious to him.
It wasn't until later in the evening that Izaya would painfully trudge his way home. But something made him stop. His large ears swiveled around behind him, and he turned to see a mouse. But this mouse was unlike any of the mice Izaya had ever seen. This mouse stood on its hind paws, adorned with jewels and silks. In its left paw it held a pipe, the very same pipe that Toshiro had been teaching Izaya to use since he was nine. And, in the mouse's right paw, it held a scroll. The creature seemed very intelligent, and while Izaya called out to it, it did not return any words, merely a squeak of acknowledgment. And, the most amazing thing, it walked towards him. Izaya was unsure of whether or not to be scared of this creature, a rodent who was supposed to fit in the palm of his hand, not stand halfway up his thigh. So he froze rigid as the bipedal rodent approached him, round black eyes meeting his own scarlet ones.
Realizing that the mouse was handing him the objects in its paws, Izaya knelt to be eye-level with it. The creature was clearly intelligent by the expressions it wore on its face. The mice that were in Toshiro's cottage were not like this mouse. Izaya first accepted the pipe, looking it over. Blowing into it to ensure it had the same sound it always had, the mouse lowered its head, and closed its eyes, as if listening to the music the pipe made. When Izaya reached to take the scroll, the mouse pulled back, instead handing him a folded note that was tucked in the blue cloth at his neck. Taking the note, Izaya read what was written.
“Izaya, forgive me for leaving. By now, you should be a genin. Congratulations to you. My time has grown short, and I have moved on. You reminded me of when I was young, teaching my sons and grandsons, I truly enjoyed my time together with you. But I leave to you my greatest treasures. First is the pipe. I received this pipe many, many years ago, from a traveling merchant who said it brought luck when it was played. It was a hoax, I'd learned, but I will not say the pipe has brought me misfortune in my lifetime.
My second gift I leave to you is the being who gave you this note. Before you stands an intelligent and protective creature by the name of Tsukizumi. He will prove a valuable companion to you. With him comes my third gift; the Gensou Nezumi. Tsukizumi will teach you the things you need to know about the Gensou Nezumi. I pray you treat them well.
Goodbye, my grandson, and thank you for the time you've spent keeping an old man company.”
The tears had started again by the time Izaya folded the note, pocketing it, looking down at this mouse. This mouse, Tsuzizumi, was a last gift and partner to him from Toshiro. Dropping to his knees, the boy hugged the upright creature, causing him to squeak loudly and drop the scroll. He did not, however, get away, and allowed Izaya the comfort of crying into his soft fur. The next few months afterward had been hard. Tsuki proved to be an excellent teacher, even lacking the ability to speak. The scroll had been a summoning contract, and once signed, the training began.
Mice, so many mice. Dozens of hundreds of field mice did Izaya summon. And all of them, they ran. Izaya didn't know what to do with them, barely resisting the urge to merely hunt them down. It took Izaya a full year to be able to summon a true creature from it, and that was when he met Dozumi, the humble earth mouse. Dozumi, he learned, could speak, and with her help, eventually learned to summon three more mice from the contract: Suizumi, the water mouse; Fuuzumi, the wind mouse; and Kazumi, the fire mouse.
At this time Izaya was beginning sexual maturity, or as humans would call it, “puberty.” His world was changing, but the biggest change of all were the smells. Scents he'd never known existed started hitting his nose like a battering ram. The absolute worst, most sickening smell that Izaya could name, though, was the scent of a female in heat. If he could compare it to anything, it would be like a sickly sweet perfume that's so heavy it makes you ill. If he was in the vicinity of more than one female in heat, he would get nauseous to the point of vomiting, though in time he learned to build a tolerance to it. That was, perhaps, the largest giveaway to Izaya that he had very little desire for women. This sense of smell, though, over time became a useful asset, and he was able to somewhat track through scent, as well as tell individuals apart and even if they were male or female, if he was familiar with the smells of the species.
Once Izaya had gained control of his mice, nearing 14, Tsukizumi taught him a new trick that he'd never thought to apply. The pipe wasn't just an instrument, it was a weapon, a weapon of sound, one that would change the way Izaya battled forever. The melodies his teacher had taught him to play were recounted, and by puching his chakra into every note, really expelling the sound and his intent, did he really learn what the pipe was capable of.
Mice. Rats, squirrels, chipmunks, more creatures than he knew the name to with one thing all in common: they were rodents. They came from everywhere. First a few, and then many, and then, steadily, as he continued to play, there were hundreds of the small creatures. They walked close to his feet, completely covering the ground. It was unnerving, these small creatures. They were not pets, but acted as if Izaya was their master. The moment he stopped blowing on the pipe to say something to Tsukizumi was the same moment utter chaos occurred. Deafening barks, shrill cries, squeaks and screeching, the animals panicked and scattered.
Startled by this reaction, Izaya immediately started playing again, this time a different tune. The closest of the rodents slowed their dash, some stopping completely. Transitioning into the tune he'd played before, many of the creatures returned to him, circling his feet and looking upword. Transitioning again into the sweet melody that had soothed them, Izaya ended the tune, and there was utter silence as one nekomimi, one bakenezumi, and hundreds of small animals merely stood around, staring at eachother. Tsukizumi made a huffing, high-pitched sound, and many of the animals made a similar sound in return, Izaya's ears twisting about involuntarily to try and pick up all of the rather appetizing sounds.
And then, as quickly as they had come, they all ran off. Izaya had learned how to tame the mice. From here on, it was just practice, because old man Toshiro had been capable of handling the creatures as if they were pets, but he had quintuple the amount of lifetimes Izaya had lived to master his art.
Izaya spent the next two years learning to harness sound jutsu, his sensei teaching them about elemental jutsus as well. Izaya had more of an interest in sounds than he did his raiton, but he was full aware how useful the lightning could be, and continued to train with the mice by his side.
[Kunai Holster - Right Leg] x10 Kunai
[Hip Pouch] x10 Shuriken
[Hip Pouch] x1 Soldier Pill
[Hip Pouch] x1 Small Bag Beef Jerky
[Hip Pouch] x1 25ft. Roll of Bandages
[Leg Holster - Left Leg] x1 Wooden Recorder Pipe
i. Enoki Abilities: Izaya was born a member of the Enoki clan, and therefore possesses traits unique to it. He has a natural grace and balance that most shinobi don't have, capable of not only literally walking the line, but dancing down the length of it. His hearing is more fine-tuned than a normal human's, able to detect much higher frequencies. Their large shape means his ears can catch more sound as well, and they can be rotated to determine where, exactly, a sound is coming from.
He can naturally see in dim lighting much better than a human can, only needing a quarter of the amount of light a human does, and because of the increased light receptors, his eyes shine brightly orange-red when a light is reflected in them. However, like the others of his kind, he is partially colorblind, and warmer colors are muted for him, many of them merely grey, while colder colors he can see more vividly than any human could.
He has a keen sense of smell, doubly that of a human's, and can tell people apart by their scent alone and even locate someone by it, even down to biologically male or female, as the hormones produce different scents. He is capable of scenting a female in heat even from a distance; while humans can't detect the pheromone, it is very strong to the males of the Enoki. He is also susceptible to plants such as catnip and some other mints, anything with nepetalactone in it.
ii. Summoning Contract: Izaya has signed a contract with the mice of the Gensou Nezumi. He is capable of summoning them to his aid for a variety of reasons.