Oukami Amehime

Alors qu'Ame partait avec son équipe, il ne pouvait s'empêcher d'être un peu réconforté par le fait malgré la maladresse, la tension entre son groupe n'était pas aussi mauvaise que d'avoir Toraboru en remorque. Cependant, il n'en a rien dit, et un rapide coup d'œil autour de lui lui a frappé son sourcil de la même manière que les autres, comme si légèrement désapprouvé, mais aussi un peu amusé. Avant qu'il n'ait eu le temps d'examiner de près les autres équipes, cependant, elles étaient absentes.
Ils s'arrêtèrent juste avant la raffinerie, et comme Sutematsu les avertissait d'être sur leur propre et la brume, Ame prit le temps de glisser son manteau, l'envelopper sur sa taille. Réajustant rapidement les plates-formes sur ses bobines, il a pratiqué son sourire poli dans la sécurité de la brume avant de sauter après eux, se tenant vers le haut comme ils ont fait leur chemin vers le complexe. Bien que la brume fût en effet épaisse, Ame ayant passé beaucoup de temps dans l'obscurité pendant l'entraînement du sous-sol a aidé, son attention s'appuyant plus sur ses oreilles que ses yeux l'a manqué.
Après Sutematsu et la compagnie, le groupe a atterri de l'autre côté avec beaucoup de facilité, sans se faire prendre. C'était la première grande mission d'Ame, et honnêtement parlant, il était un peu nerveux, mais il a fait semblant que c'était comme la petite merde que sa famille lui a fait faire, essayant de se concentrer sur la situation à portée de main. Il s'est faufilé derrière ses coéquipiers, les doigts secouant facilement alors qu'ils s'approchaient de six autres shinobi, sachant que son pied passait le seuil de la merde allait tomber. Et il avait raison, Sutematsu se dirigeant vers l'avant pour se débarrasser de la plus éloignée, la suivre rapidement avant que l'autre gars ne puisse prendre un mot dans le sens des bords.
Déjà Ame avait tiré deux fils à travers le ninja le plus proche vers lui, boules pondérées leur permettant d'envelopper autour de deux pipes à proximité et tout comme il a entendu Kasumi avertir, « Préparez-vous », ses pieds légers sortaient déjà du sol, son corps lurant vers l'ennemi. Il a pris le dessus dans la ruée, survolant l'ennemi plutôt que de le mettre à genoux comme il le voulait, tirant rapidement ses fils. Il tourna en plein air, s'orientant une fois de plus vers un autre jeu de tuyaux, se concentrant sur le chakra sur ses pieds pour s'allonger solidement sur le mur, se poussant et utilisant l'élan pour se tirer autour du tuyau.
L'ennemi se précipitait pour faire une contre-attaque, mais en manoeuvrant ses fils, il a utilisé le fil pour tourner brusquement, se permettant un coup de pied pour atterrir solidement sur le visage de l'ennemi-- ou--. Et bien.
C'était censé le faire.
"Shit--" il sifflait alors que son pied rencontrait l'air, d'une certaine façon ses calculs ayant été encore foiré. Ce n'était pas sa faute cette fois, mais... il était concentré et ses yeux avaient prêté attention et... putain, cette fille de Kasumi a ralenti l'autre gars. Focus, Ame, se disait-il, alors qu'il utilisait rapidement son kunai pour tirer sur ses fils, incapable d'être récupéré parce qu'ils s'étaient enroulés lourdement contre la pipe, ses pieds dérapant alors qu'il atterrissait au sol. Jusqu'à présent, il venait de faire un très bon travail de disparition, il pensait à lui-même alors qu'il parlait kunai jeté sur lui, leur physique étant de vitesse normale malgré le fait que le propriétaire d'eux ait été ralenti.
Très bien, d'accord, rassemblez vos affaires. Il a cherché quelque chose de plus simple cette fois, fil s'étirant au-delà de l'ennemi sur lequel il se concentrait, prudent de le viser vers la plate-forme et non d'une manière où ses coéquipiers se couperaient accidentellement sur. Il a fait un début de course vers son ennemi et tout comme le shinobi s'est préparé pour la défense, Ame a tendu le fil, le tirant vers le haut et rapide, le timing juste à droite d'utiliser le kunai dans sa main pour couper la corde, sa main libre atteignant de nouveau pour attraper un second kunai. Alors que l'élan l'a propulsé sur le shinobi, il a dirigé son kunai vers le bas, laissant la gravité être une main d'aide, en envoyant les armes sur les épaules de l'ennemi et en le poussant au sol.
Joli, un en bas. Il ne lui a fallu que cinquante ans.
Oukami Amehime

“Nothing to see here-- everythin's absolutely, perfectly, completely normal.”
Standing at a meager five foot even, Ame isn't one that stands well in a crowd. He's lean with hints of baby fat over his developed muscles, light as he is short weighing in around a hundred pounds. From his tan skin to his fair hair, he looks similar to other citizens of the country, no outward abnormalities setting him apart from the others. His features are slender at first glance, from the roundishness of his face being emphasized only by the childish largeness of his eyes. His nose is a soft rounding slope that leads to prominently thick lips. Both of his ears host simple diamond shaped metallic studs, though upon closer investigation, a hint of a scar can be noted on his right ear, as though a past earring had been ripped off. He has a few beauty marks on his body, though the most notable being the one right over his left eyelid, as well as the back of his left earlobe.
Contrary to his pretty barren facial features, the rest of his body is riddled in scars. From the different hints of bruising on his neck and arms during his training to slender fingers tainted with callouses and healing cuts, Ame has his fair share of "battle scars", though were less achieved in battle and more in his own home. The teen has an awkward gait about him at times when he's unprepared, and a focused look at his legs can show that one is slightly shorter than the other. Many may assume that a large red mark over the side of his left leg-- the shorter leg-- is the cause of such difference in length, but it's merely a simple birthmark. Not that anyone should even see the mark in the first place, given he tends to wear long pants as well as sleeves, the short sleeves of his uniform covered with a robe like fabric with a hood.

Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Oukami Amehime
【Alias】
Ame, "Who?"
【Village】
Kumogakure
【Age】
15
【Sex】
Male
【Sexuality】
Unexplored
【Birthplace】
Unknown, presumed to be Kumogakure
【Bloodline】
The Oukami clan is relatively small compared to other great clans, but have at least a handful spread in many of the other villages. Most of this is made up of the fact that many of their members are orphans adopted from their respected villages, or children bred by said adopted orphans. A people whose origins were rooted in betrayal, they are raised to lie and cheat, and while they may pledge allegiance to their respective homes, their final loyalty stands with their family. As such, the clan is often taught at a young age to think ahead, to plan routes that will in the end help more than harm their people, if not affect them at all. Though they do not have any Kekkai Genkai to be known of, much less known at all by the populous, their line has become infamous underground for their effectiveness in espionage.
【Rank】
Chūnin

Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Ame has the tendency of being too normal for his own good. With a great social intuition, he barely misses the cue for a laugh- and even then, know whether the laugh was supposed to be sarcastic, awkward, or full. He's calculative in every inch of his actions, from squinting his eyes just right to "smile with his eyes", to the occasional reassuring pat on the back that others may not even notice had happened. Now, it's not to say that Ame has perfect control of his emotions and body-- he has a tendency to slip up, as most children often do, but he makes up for the odd social mistakes by knowing how to cover them up, either using playful words or actions to misdirect the conversation.
In terms of situations, Ame seems to have the most control over his most extreme emotions. Whether something extremely amazing or awful happens to him emotionally, he somehow manages with a smile. It's the smaller things he has trouble controlling, moreso because they're so small that he barely notices he's feeling things. A furrow in his brow at a slight inconvenience, a raise of his brow in amusement as he catches glimpse of something nice-- just the slightest of nuances of his face that suggest interest or disinterest.
If there's one thing Ame is very good at, however, it's conversing with others. He has a sweet smile about him, and his use of body language is often engaging, to the point where others almost fail to realize him parroting their words albeit in different orders. He makes a point to agree more often rather than disagree, but will often throw out small opposing comments to balance himself out. 
【History】
In his time spent with the Oukami family, Ame grew to an obsessive sort of loyalty to them. Time in his orphanage was forgotten as he was tortured and trained to never spill a secret about the clan even if it meant betraying friends he'd made at school. Though he was an energetic child in the orphanage, as he continued to grow his exciteabilty was more supressed, and he learned to be as patient with others as they were with him, even if at times he'd rather get into a scuffle than smiling his way through.
His years in the academy were mixed with intensive training at home, and Ame was more tired than anything, but still got along well with his peers. He graduated normally enough, without too much showing off in his records or having a bad enough stint that made him stand out to others. The more Ame grew up, the more he learned how to blend in, the energy he used to have in impressing potential parents and friends at the orphanage turning into an observant eye that pushed himself in the background.
He missed his first chuunin exam due to an accident in Basement training that lead to his leg needing rehabilitation and his brother disappearing. It was a bad case of too much pressure and him caving under it at the worst time, which led to a snapped leg and his brother being hurt twice as bad. The family assured Ame that his brother was sent somewhere else to heal and Ame cried a lot, but the focus on fixing himself up pushed the thought of his brother to the back of his head. It took a year and then some to get him adjusted to his poorly healed leg, but it was enough that Ame finally entered the exams and became a chuunin.
【Family ties】
After being adopted into the Oukami clan at the age of five, Ame found himself in a warm and happy home full of loving people. Even his two other orphan mates, one of whom he'd never agreed with, bonded through the simple kindness the Oukami clan offered. Around eight years old, Basement Training began in which he as well as other children his age were placed under torture training while cementing a sort of obsessive dedication to the family. The dedication was only further enforced after they left the basement and went up to see the loving and caring warmth of their family members' familiar faces, as opposed to the masked strangers down under. Ame thus grew very dedicated to his family, with the standard skewed moral sense in that the clan is right above all things.
Oukami Anei | Adoptive Father | 38, Kumogakure, Jonin and Kumo spy, but tends to be a total dad when off duty 
Oukami Yumi | Adoptive Aunt | 64, Kumogakure, a caretaker for the adopted Oukami 
Oukami Hanaburi | Adoptive Sister | 13, Kumogakure, Kumogakure genin
【Dreams and fears】
On the surface, Ame seems to only dream of one thing: helping his family, and getting through another day. There's an almost shallow layer of simple devotion to Oukami that wraps up Ame's inner psyche-- the dream of living a nice long life with his favourite aunt, the fear of disappointing or ruining his clan, the hope to measure up to his clan's expectations.
Underneath it all, however past the thick and heavy layer of brainwashing and hypnotism, Ame has the lingering desire of wanting to know who's blood runs in his veins and why he grew up an orphan. The wish is so small even he doesn't know he has it, and has been fogged so much by his adoration of the Oukami that even if the thought does crawl up, it's easily washed out.
He is afraid of his actions-- or worse, inactions-- hurting someone in his family, as most Oukami tend to be raised. He also has a bit more selfish fear, and though he has made a vow to give Oukami his life, the child is afraid of actually having to die in any manner other than with peace.

Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
While it's not to say that Ame has no physical strength, it can also be noted that his strength may not amount too much towards a majority of his opponents. With that said, it's not as though he's got great distance jutsu, so he can't really do much staying in the distance. For whatever he lacks, however, he makes up for in his stamina and creativity. As such, Ame is more touch and go, using the help of wires and distraction to keep himself at a distance before pulling himself or his enemy whichever way he so fixed his wires. He keeps himself moving to keep the attachments of the wires undetected and also just be a real hassle to keep track of. Things like swinging past a tree behind an enemy and stabbing them in the neck tends to be his forte as opposed to actual "fair" combat.
That said, while he tends to be calm and focused, Ame almost tends to be too focused, putting too much energy on his first gathered information and unable to change factors. For instance, if he were fighting a group of five and then a sixth or seventh came in out of nowhere, his adrenaline would spike and he'd probably make a few panicked mistakes before getting his shit together.
【Ninja techniques】
B rank techniques:
Suiton: Suijinheki
C rank techniques:
Suiton: Mizurappa
Suiton: Teppōdama
D-E rank techniques:
The standard clones and transmutations learned at school.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Amemusume
Weapon, tool or object type:
Spools of retractable wires.
Description:
Ame's shin guards both each have one spool the knuckle area of his fists, as well as two spools on the outer end of his forearms. His shin guards each have four, with three on the outer and one on the inner. He carries two emergency spools inside his flak jacket. Every wire is standard grade with no special flare about them, though at times Ame attaches them to small weighted balls for better control.
They help Ame with his movements, wrapping and catching themselves around the right things to turn him midair while also making an effective weapon for anyone not paying attention. The more Ame gets to fuck around, the more wire he can plant or remove, and sharp enough to cut skin for anyone walking into it willy-nilly. Though they are retractable, Ame often cuts the strings-- unless using them in a pulley-like manner to lift others up in which case the feature is helpful.
Given a good ninety percent of the wire is on Ame's arm and shin guards, the moment they're knocked off, he's already down on his most trained weapon. Not to mention that wire is no match for a sharp knife, it's power on cutting people dependent on it's tautness and therefore can be easily undone. It works more as a surprise than anything-- after the curtains have been lifted, it's much easier to figure out.