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Name RasenBuki(WeaponHelix)
Alas Helix
Breed Great Dane
Height 5foot 1inch
Family Mother: Deceased Father: Unknown Sister: Unknown
Love Dreamer
Crush HECK no
Children Raki - Zambi
Occupation Konoha Canine Shinobi
Eyes Pupiless - Black
Coat Tan and Black
Ears Flop
Scars One jagged red scar on snout - travels over LEFT eye
Markings
Black, cheetah like markings around tail, cuffs around hind heels.
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HISTORY



Heh. So, you wish to know about me, eh?
I've rarely spoken to a human for a while. I miss it, actually. So, sit. Stay.

Unlike many other creatures you'll meet in this vast land I now reside in, I have never been a wild dog. I come from Konohagakure - The village known as Konoha. I bet many of you know thats from a popular show called 'Naruto'. It's no show, it's where I came from.

The Inuzuka clan breeds dogs twice a year. They do it twice so they can breed the finest dogs that can be used as Ninja Canine. Now, they don't keep each dog in their own clan. They give a select few away, so other Ninja can feel somewhat protected if they feel they aren't the best in combat themselves.
That's how I met my masters. I was one of the few dogs to be given away. It wasn't that Inuzuka Hana didn't want me, it's that I had no talent in her areas of combat - tracking and defence. I battle with pure offence, and use a spiral like motion to allow my attacks to have the uppermost damage. She didn't want me to be abused, so I was soon given to another shinobi.


Weaponry became the area I became an expert on, and I became the only dog in Konoha that could easily use a sythe, kantana, kunai, daggar even shuriken without injury to myself. I was taught to use my spital motion when I held a weapon within my jaws. As a pup, thoughts of determination would flash in my mind before I'd tear a training dummy into oblivion.
Of corse, I was a mere pup then, living the luxurious life any small dog owuld. Did I say small? I forgot to say that I'm pure-bred Great Dane. Either way, I was oblivious to what the shinobi world held. That is, untill one day I found myself without food or water. Leaping through the cracked window of my home, I soon found that people were killed on missions.
I was young; I didn't understand death yet. I thought shinobi went off, came home, fed me, and allowed me to sleep by their sides. So, I was left a stray, and each time a human found me, I'd be placed in the care of a Shinobi.
The cyclone kept rearing it's repulsive head, until I was taken in by a Hyuuga.

Don't ask me for the name, I actually forgot. It's been years since I saw my mistress. For those of you whom are curious, a dog calls it's 'owner' a 'master' or 'mistress', depending on gender.
Anyway, I actually had an owner for a few years. Luckily for me, She was advanced in weaponry as well.


I basically became a shinobi after that, Going on missions, using weapons, what else could I say?
Most creatures speak of their pasts' as if they've already died and are passing on their tale. Me on the other hand, I'm still young - I've got many, many years ahead of me in this vast world we call 'life'.