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CharacterName: Jin
Series: Yu Yu Hakusho
Timeline: After waking up in the infirmary after the fight with Team Urameshi
Canon Resource Links: The YYH wikiPersonality: Jin is a lot like the element that he controls, in that he is a very carefree and high-spirited demon. At most times, he is like a pleasant summer's breeze, lighthearted and cheerful and bringing a smile to almost everyone's face. He's a clownish character, silly and impetuous, who at first glance seems to just be lighthearted fluff. Comic relief in the middle of a very tense part of the Dark Tournament. He even serves as this to the main character, Yusuke, by making him laugh before they even begin fighting because he doesn't believe in entering a fight angry.
But in that, there's more under his red mop of hair than meets the eye. He proves himself to be a strategist, extremely talented not at plotting out the far-reaching victory plans but at thinking on his feet. The best example of this would be when Yusuke decided to wait until Jin got close enough that he wouldn't be able to deflect a blow from his Spirit Gun, and fire it into the center of Jin's Tornado Fist. Jin saw the attack coming and, rather than just shielding himself and leaving Yusuke to be blown up, he tilted the windstream upward so that both of them would live. He is incredibly adept at using his element to his advantage, allowing for quick escapes from what would otherwise be almost certain death.
He was trained as a ninja, an elite member of his shinobi sect. He is the second most powerful member of Team Masho, second only to their leader Risho. He is also the most straightforward fighter on their team, not relying on any gimmicks like Gama's paint, Bakken's sweat, or Risho's armor. The way that he manipulates his element is more natural than it is a purposefully-executed tactic in battle. In fact, he holds his teammate Bakken (the most cowardly member of the team) in great disdain, meaning that he possesses his own code of honor which, while allowing him to spend his life as a shinobi and an assassin, also keeps his fighting fair and friendly.
It’s implied in an exchange with Bakken that this honor code doesn’t always gel with the rest of the shinobi ideals either, which, given how much being a ninja would necessarily focus on fighting from the shadows, there’s something other than that that keeps Jin in the sect. When the cloaked Team Masho steps into the ring against Team Urameshi, they state that the one who steps forward to fight first will be considered the de-facto leader of the team, and with that Jin is the one who steps forward, intrigued by the wind around Yusuke, to establish the rules for the match. But when the tournament committee renders Hiei and The Masked Fighter ineligible, effectively making the match 5 against 2, Jin proceeds to nope right on out of the arena on the grounds that he doesn’t want to even participate in such an unfair match.
Part of his personality is that he loves a good fight. The only reason why he cared who won or lost in his fight with Yusuke was because they were in a tournament, and he needed to win for his team to advance (he didn't, but that's beside the point). He enjoys himself in combat, whether he's winning or losing, and he always throws himself 110% into a match. It’s stated in canon (although not proven, because he was fighting a Shonen Hero) that Jin never loses when he's having fun.
The reason why he (as well as the rest of the shinobi) are fighting in the Dark Tournament is because they want to seek their freedom, to be able to take their place in the light instead of the shadows. Jin himself relishes the fresh air of the human world and is willing to fight to keep his place in it. He is determined when presented with a goal, fair, honorable, straightforward, and above all cheerful and free-spirited. His code of honor includes never going into a fight angry, and above winning or losing making sure that he has fun in a fight.
Strengths/Weaknesses:+ Cleverness/wisdom – One of Jin’s strengths as a Shinobi is that, even though he may play the fool, he can be more profound than most would give him credit for. His personal philosophy regarding not going into a fight angry may be simple, but he believes in it with enough conviction that he’s willing to make his opponent laugh before a match to make sure that they’re both going to have a good time.
+ Intuition/adaptability – Given his close-combat style, in order to have survived for as long as he has both in his hazardous job and in the demon world at all, he has to be able to read his opponents in battle. This is exhibited in his fight against Yusuke, when he’s clever enough to act to save both of their lives instead of letting Yusuke die.
+ Fighting skill – He can hit things. His training in the shinobi has left him very capable of using his element for offense, although without it he will still be able to perform martial arts.
+ Determination – He was able to survive a fall from hundreds if not thousands of feet into the stone arena and get up afterward, just from sheer determination to continue the fight. That was where his strength gave out on him, but he actually managed to stand up after that, which is a feat in and of itself.
+ Honor – Jin has a very particular sense of honor. He expected to get a fair fight when he took the role as Team Masho’s de facto leader, and when the Tournament Committee set it up instead to be a five-on-two slaughterfest, he opted out, grumpily stating that he’d rather play lookout than fight in such a match. It’s not until the match is a much fairer two-on-one that he takes interest again.
+/- Candor – This is one boyo who will tell it like it is. He doesn’t candy-coat things, and he’s an open book when it comes to lying. Deceit doesn’t cross his mind at all. When he’s unhappy with you, he will definitely let you know it, and probably in no small amount of words or breath.
+/- Carefree – There’s not much that bothers Jin long-term. His attitude is one of overall transience – he doesn’t really feel the need to hang onto one concrete feeling or another for too long. He can grouch over the unfairness of the match and scare the pants off his teammate one minute, and the next be whistling happy as anything. This can come across as flippancy to someone who either doesn’t know him or doesn’t ‘get’ him, but at the same time it’s a good thing because it means that he doesn’t stay grumpy or sad too long.
- Cockiness – While he’s well-meaning overall, Jin can come across as moderately cocksure, particularly when it’s his own skills being tested. He’s a bit of a braggart, but it’s all in good fun (“Don’t be lookin’ all wide-eyed, any attack has to go through the air t’get t’me, and I control the air, so ye might as well hand it over and say ‘Do whatever ye want with ‘em, Jin!’ HAHAHAHAHA ‘Do whatever ye want with ‘em, Jin!’”
- Volume – Another possible negative point against Jin’s shining personality is the fact that he has no volume control. At all. Apparently, neither the roaring wind nor his own yelling bother the sensitive hearing that is implied to come with his fully-extended ears.
- Lack of book smarts – Jin is sort of the textbook example of a character who is colloquially known as “High wis, low int”. And what’s worse is that he brags about it, proclaiming that he hasn’t ever learned anything useful that someone else tried to teach him.
Pokémon InformationAffiliation: Trainer
Starter: Chatot
Password: Ginger Snaps
SamplesFirst Person Sample: Whatever seals ye been puttin’ on me, ye better start takin’ ‘em off quick. ‘S not somethin’ ta be laughin’ at, tyin’ a guy to the ground like ye do!
[The fiery redhead is definitely living up to his name, scowling at the camera, one pointed tooth sticking out over his lower lip.]Thorough, too, I dunno how ye be doin’ it without actually tyin’ me down, but I can walk and run and breathe jes’ fine, I jes’ can’t feckin’
fly!
[And a stubborn huff, crossing his arms over his chest.]And now I’m not one t’turn down a free meal, but this human lady callin’ herself me mam is gettin’ a little much, don’t ye think? Can’t honestly tell if she thinks she’s bein’ serious or not. Can’t tell nothin’ fer shit, not all tied up and bound inside like I am. ‘S like I been robbed of me sense o’ taste, it is, and if yer out there havin’ a gay old laugh at ol’ Jin then jes’ wait til I find ye and we’ll see who’ll be laughin’ then!
[Click!]
[He mad.] Third Person Sample: The first thing that he noticed on waking was how heavy he felt – an all over weight like he had gained a couple stone, and even though it felt like it was pressing the breath out of him in those first couple panicked moments, he had known enough reason to truly panic in his lifetime, with his dangerous occupation, that he knew psychosomatic terror when he felt it. A couple of deep breaths assured him that there was nothing physical impinging on his breathing, and with that settled he sighed in relief, sitting up.
Which was when he noticed that the dull, all-over ache of healing bones and screaming tired muscles was also completely gone. The searing pain in his shoulder arcing down from his collarbone, the throb of several broken and bruised ribs, all of that was gone.
“Musta been out fer a good couple’a days,” he muttered to himself, scratching at the back of his head through the untamed mop of scarlet hair. He opened his eyes and looked around. “Wait a tick, this ain’t the infirmary. And where’s me wind?” Cold panic seized over him like a wave, blue eyes wild and on edge as he got out of bed like he’d been burned, checking over his body for any other missing limbs. Everything was accounted for – he was even still in his normal clothes, bracers and foot wraps and all, but when he tried to put out feelers to sense the wind, to speak to the air around him, he came back empty-handed. A wind master without his wind?
It was confusing, worrying, and just plain
wrong.
In his stampeding around the room like a crazy person, he tripped over a backpack sitting unassumingly on the floor, sending its contents tumbling from the unzipped pocket. Out of curiosity, he bent down and picked up a small note.
Don’t forget to pack your clean underwear! –Mom“Clean underw—?” Jin looked from the note down at his pants, and then peeled out the waistband of his pants and craned his head back so he could peer down into them. Brows furrowed, he shook his head in confusion and tossed the note over his shoulder, squatting on the floor next to the backpack so he could set it upright and rifle through it. There were a bunch of red and white balls loose in there, so in order to make room to continue looking through more interesting things, he tossed them over his shoulder after a cursory examination.
Which of course meant that he missed the flash of white light, and between the noise of him rifling around and muttering to himself, he missed the quiet flap of wings. What he didn’t miss, however, was the solid weight of something landing in the mess of red hair on top of his head.
“What the—?!” A bird peered down at him. “Now how’d ye be gettin’ up there, ye wee little shit?”
“How’d ye be gettin’ up there, ye wee little shit?” the bird parroted back, in an exact mimicry of Jin’s voice. The wind master blinked. The bird blinked. Finally, Jin burst out into uproarious laughter.
“What a fancy trick that be! Finally, someone be speakin’ me language! Hello there friend, the name’s Jin! Now what ought I be callin’ ye?” The bird didn’t answer. “Guess that means I get t’come up with it me own self? Alrighty then!” he put on his Deep Thinking face. “How about ‘Hanebanashi*’! Since ye sound like me and all, but yer a bird.”
“Hanebanashi!” the bird repeated, still in Jin’s voice, causing him to laugh again.
“I’ll take that t’mean yer mighty fond o’ it, then! Hanebanashi it is!”
[*羽話- literally “wing talk”] 
