"If I cared about your opinion I'd have asked for it."
Name: Kurosawa, Takeshi
Nickname: N/A
Age: 12
Birthday: April 29th
Gender: Male
Village: Konohagakure
Village Rank: Genin
Skill Rank: D
Height: 4'9'' (144.78 cm)
Weight: 88lbs (40 kg)
Hair color: Dirty Blonde
Eye Color: Takeshi's eyes are predominately blue but seem to fluctuate in many instances from blue to green. Often times the boy's eyes can be described as having a greenish blue hue rather than a standard blue.
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Looks Description: In terms of appearance Takeshi is nothing too impressive nor does he seem to stand out amongst his peers at first glance. With a thin facial bone structure, the blonde-haired youth sports a set of somewhat narrow and angular features, far from the full, rounded faces that are usually associated with those of youthful appearance. Indeed, though only aged at twelve years, Takeshi has often been cited for appearing older than his true biological age. Adding to this charade of maturity, the boy possesses a striking pair of large greenish blue eyes that always seem to hold a stern scowl or threatening glare. It is rare for anyone to witness the youth smiling, though those few that have often have stated that such a sight is a rare treat that should be more common place in the boy's day to day affairs. It is in this train of thought that one would be hard pressed to find any sign of smile lines or even dimples on the boy's taciturn visage. Though the child's features rarely betray his emotions due to his ability to hold a stoic expression, there is no denying the seemingly sad nature to the child's eyes. The pained glances from the youth can often be spotted from a mile away with little trouble for anyone with an iota of empathy.
To go along with the boy's uncanny facial features is a mess of flaxen hair with the tendency to stretch in every which way it can. Bed head doesn't even begin to describe the chaos atop the child's head but despite this little is done to tame the unruly main beyond an occasional hand running through the tufts to bring some semblance of order. Though minimal effort is spent on the hair that seems to do whatever it wants, the overall windswept effect seems to work for the boy in most situations, allowing for him to retain some of that youth that his face has seemed to have foregone.
Matching the narrow nature of his face, Takeshi's frame is also rather small though very much in proportion in almost all areas. Being at the low end of his weight class, Takeshi has little in the way of both muscle and fat and as such can be described as being "skin and bones" rather than wiry or lithe in appearance. Though the boy is seemingly well proportioned for his age, there is no denying the child's noticeably larger hands and feet. Much like a puppy who has yet to grow into its paws, Takeshi seems to sport this similar trait. While it is indeed noticeable it is often overlooked by many older individuals as the sizes of these appendages are still smaller than those of a full grown male, though to the boy's peers they can sometimes seem almost freakishly large and have been a point of ridicule from time to time.
In terms of attire Takeshi is rarely fussy and will wear just about anything (dresses and the like excluded of course). In most cases the boy can be seen sporting a short sleeved shirt of some form or fashion along with a pair of jeans or cargo pants. In terms of coloration of his attired, the boy tends to favor darker and earth tone shades as opposed to those brighter hues that might garner him more attention than he'd care for. Footwear often consists of a pair of shinobi style sandals or a pair of grey running shoes. For missions the child will often also adopt a jacket of some design, it's longer sleeves offering a bit more protection than his bare. To match the boy's rather casual approach to his appearance, Takeshi's headband can usually be found tied through one of the belt loops of his pants. It is very rare to ever see the child wearing the insignia properly and proudly like most standard shinobi would. Rather than display the insignia clearly on his forehead, arm, thigh, or wherever, the child usually opts to keep it half concealed by the tailing end of his untucked shirt, leaving about half of the symbol visible for all to see.
Personality Description: What is there to say about Takeshi? While rather young by most standards, the young male has already experienced his fair share of hardships and misfortunes. As such the boy is very much an individual whom was forged from his experiences rather than someone who is able to mold circumstance with his own personality. This is not to say that the boy lacks strength of character but rather the wisdom needed to take the world in stride is very much lacking due to his young age compounded with missed opportunities for personal growth. In short, the boy is very reactive as opposed to proactive. The world is constantly shifting and life is constantly moving forward and Takeshi is often swept up in the current. Dazed and confused, the boy often struggles to come to terms with things beyond his comprehension and as such the young male will meet most obstacles with an unbridled rage or an overwhelming confidence born from ignorance. Always the victim, the boy is prone to emotional outbursts that are interspersed with periods of deep brooding. Naturally intelligent, the child is often curious about the world around him yet lacks the knowledge to comprehend most things. This lack of knowledge is often mistaken for lack of potential and as such the child is often regarded as an idiot. This pattern of treatment has caused the young male to shun most esoteric or academic subjects. Reading, writing, mathematics, philosophy, history, and just about anything artistic or expressive have fallen to the wayside for the young, angry male. This aversion to what the child has deemed "book learning" has further cemented the notion that Takeshi's intelligence is rather low and as such has served as a major obstacle for most of his life, especially during his years at the academy.
Along with the child's anger comes a massive degree of trust issues. In short the young male is incapable of trusting most people and as such is constantly second guessing almost everyone on a day to day basis. While most of the time the boy tends to be rather vocal about his mistrust in others, there have been several instances where such suspicious attitudes are masked with a feigned submissive attitude. Generally though Takeshi is not someone to trust others easily and will regard almost everyone with a hefty level of scrutiny and suspicion. After all, everyone is out for themselves, right?
As mentioned earlier, there are plenty of times where Takeshi will brandish a strong sense of confidence and cockiness. It is rare to see the boy get openly disheartened or displaying any sense of uncertainty or hesitancy. To most who witness this behavior, Takeshi can come off as an overly confident and self absorbed individual. In truth the child puts such airs on as a front to hide the massive sense of insecurity he feels in dealing with others. While still very young the child does carry scars that refuse to heal. His mistrust and anger often lead him to depressed states but rather than show this to the world Takeshi chooses to hide such feelings all in order to appear strong in the eyes of others. To add fuel to the misconception of Takeshi's self-centeredness is a strong sense of ambition. Takeshi is without a doubt an ambitious person in regards to his training. Always willing to challenge and better himself, Takeshi will rush head long into many situations without thinking things through. If there is a fight to be had or an obstacle to be overcome, Takeshi will be the one charging head first into it. It is through this behavioral pattern that Takeshi is able to hide and possibly crush his insecurities and one day become strong and powerful.
To add the final piece to the complex puzzle that is Takeshi's psyche is his desire for justice and retribution. While Takeshi is far from a just or even good person, the boy does seem to possess a rather strange if not archaic code of conduct. Those with power should not terrorize the weak. No one should ever give up on things important to them. Let one's actions match their words. If someone hurts you then hurt them back. Don't be afraid to fight for what's important to you.
Likes:
●Fighting
●Weapons
●Food (He is not a picky eater.)
●Games
●Animals
●Rain
Dislikes:
●Books
●Art
●People
●Bullies
●Cheaters
●Liars
●Quitters
●Insects
●Ridicule
Catch Phrases:
"Shut up, Stupid."
"I'll kick your ass!"
"I'm not giving up now or ever!"
"I'm not here to make friends. I'm here to make legends!"
"I hate quitters!"
Nindo:
"Find something you want and chase after it with all your power. Never give up no matter what gets in your way or what others say!"
Element Affinity: Untrained.
Sub Element Affinity: Untrained.
History:
The Betrayal
Takeshi's beginnings were normal enough. The child was born to two citizens of Konohagakure. While the family wasn't one of the more well known families, they were proud shinobi all the same, both parents having served Konoha's army all their lives up until Takeshi's birth. Upon having their first child, Takeshi's mother retired from her career as a shinobi in order to spend as much time with her son as possible. While both mother and father desired to serve the village, neither wanted their son to grow up without parents and as such the two agreed that it was more important for Takeshi to grow up with a mother rather than a father if it came down to only one of them being around. And so it was that Takeshi's father remained a member of Konoha's military force while his mother dedicated her time to the upbringing of her child.
The birth of Takeshi had seemed like a blessing to the young couple but such happiness did not last for long. On one key mission of which Takeshi's father was a part of, disaster struck. Under the leadership of an experienced Jounin, the attack squad infiltrated enemy territory with the aim of assassinating a key military figure. Sadly the squad was intercepted and ambushed. Caught off guard the squad was heavily unprepared. Fearing for his life, Takeshi's father fled the fight, barely managing to escape with his life. His departure from the battle however further weakened the squad, sealing their fate...or so it had seemed. Against all odds the squad leader survived, his experience and strength carrying him to safety and further as he retreated back to the village. The mission was a failure and not only that but news of Takeshi's father's cowardice reached the ears of village. While failure of important missions is far from acceptable, the reality of the situation is that it happens, especially in the face of ambushes or leaked intelligence but the act of running away and failing to defend your comrades is unforgivable. As a result Takeshi's father's name was scorned and in turn so was Takeshi's family.
Tragedy
Growing up, Takeshi was forced to witness the way in which his mother was treated. Refusing to serve active duty while her son was still so very young, the woman did her best to support herself and her child. Life was hard and the people of the village, especially those of more esteemed ninja families, treated the broken family poorly. The fake smiles and loud whispers were all too easy for the child to see and hear. The insults thrown out on the streets and the angry glares of disgust seemed to hurt the woman far more than she ever cared to admit. She had served for these people. She had been willing to die for these people and now she was treated like a pariah. What hurt the most though seemed to be the deep feeling of betrayal she had toward her former husband whom had never returned from the infamous mission. The man whom she had thought she loved had abandoned her and his child without so much as a goodbye. He had abandoned his friends and his nation. He was a rogue ninja by all accounts and she carried his family name along with her son. While Takeshi's mother received the worst of the abuse, Takeshi had no easy time of it either. The cold stares cast upon him by others burned into his mind. The nasty words of other adults cut him deeper than any knife could. The constant reminder that his father was a coward and a criminal weighed heavily on his shoulders and what made it worse was that he seemed to be held responsible for something his father had done.
The two lived several years in this fashion, too hurt and helpless to do anything in the face of such abuse. Even as young as Takeshi was, he could see how it wore away at his mother. He heard the desperate sobs at night and saw the light slowly vanishing from the woman's eyes. Soon she became nothing more than a shell of the person she had used to be. Still, no matter how bad things got, she always seemed to love Takeshi and she was always there to comfort the small child. Until the day she wasn't.
On a quiet spring night Takeshi awoke from a horrible nightmare, sweat covering every inch of his body as he searched through the darkness for any sign of trouble. His small, frantic mind struggled to make sense of what he had just experienced. In the end though, the child was unable to calm himself down and with fearful and hurried steps he made his way toward his mother's room, seeking comfort from the only parent he had truly known. With a small, grasping hand, Takeshi slid the door open, his small voice crying out meekly into the darkness like he always did when he had a bad dream or nightmare. No answer came though. Once again Takeshi cried out and still no answer came. Moving slowly, the boy inched into the dark bedroom, only to freeze in horror at the sight before him. Hanging from one the ceiling rafters was his mother's body, her feet dangling nearly a foot off the floor with a fallen stool nearby. Takeshi could only stare as his mother's body swayed side to side, her lifeless green eyes staring down at him.
It was only about a week later that Takeshi was found in his house, nearly starved to death as he lay curled up in the corner of his mother's room, her decaying corpse still hanging, slowly swaying every so often as her eyes remained staring at the small boy.
A New Life
After the death of his mother, Takeshi was relocated to Konohagakure Orphanage. Surrounded by other children whom came from similar circumstance, it was thought that perhaps the boy would be able to come to terms with all that had happened. Sadly that was not the case. While the boy was somewhat freed from the ridicule he had received from his fathers actions while within the walls of the orphanage, he was not free from bullying of bigger and stronger kids who carried just as much anger and hurt as he did. Fighting became a way of life for the young boy and it didn't take long for the boy to become known as one of the most violent kids in the orphanage. There seemed to be no one who was safe from Takeshi's rage. None but one. A lone girl who found herself victim to the other children's cruel treatment was the only one who found herself safe from being on the other end of Takeshi's fist. Takeshi saw how much the other kids picked on her and remembering the result of the villager's bullying of his mother took it upon himself to defend and stand up for the girl.
It was this tendency to stand up for the young female that bore a strange friendship. While the two didn't seem to grow especially close, there was definitely a bond there. It was her who taught the young boy how to read and write despite his protests and it was her who seemed to be able to calm Takeshi's anger, even causing the young boy to become somewhat self conscious about the level of violence he used when her presence. Indeed it was not a rare occurrence in the slightest that Takeshi would hold himself back from a physical fight, resolving to just using words when in the girl's presence for fear of scaring or upsetting her.
The two continued this friendship of theirs even as they both entered the academy. While she seemed to excell in the academics of the class, she struggled with the more physical and practical applications of her ninja training. Takeshi was no expert but seemed to fare better than she. Still, with his aversion to all things academic and his prepubescent clumsiness, the boy struggled to pass the academy exit exams, failing on his first attempt before managing to barely scrape by on his second.
Genin Arc
Having passed his exams, Takeshi had become an official member of Konohagakure's military force much like his parents before him. Unfortunately it is within the ranks of the military that old ghosts seem to linger. While the younger generation remains largely ignorant and even those of older age whom are either equally as ignorant as the children below them or those who remember but choose to let go allow Takeshi to move forward in spite of his family's short comings, there are those who are not so easy to forget the past. Takeshi's very name was dishonored by his father's cowardly act and as such Takeshi is forced to march forward in hopes of one day reclaiming that lost honor and one day finding the man whom the boy can attribute all his pain to.
RP Sample:
- From another Naruto RP site:
Suzaku's heart pounded in his chest at the sight of the large beasts racing toward them. All previous thoughts about the Hokage's unusual appearance or his apprehension at having their training mission prematurely terminated had vanished by this point, the only emotion growing within him being pure and unadulterated fear. The boy felt his body trembling as it refused to move, even at the Hokage's command. Though his mind knew her word to be law, his body did not. The boy was left helpless to watch as the largest of the beasts attempted to make its way in his direction. With wide amber hues the boy watched as the woman, who's strength he had questioned only hours ago, single handedly slapped the beast aside, sending the monster reeling and stumbling giving the woman time to execute an impressive aerial maneuver that not only further stunned the creature but bought the Fire Shadow enough time to deliver a swift yet gruesome coup de grâce.
Once finished Suzaku found himself now staring in wonder, only vaguely aware of the fast approaching pack that now charged for his leader, obviously angered by her display of brutal efficiency. It was only then that Suzaku's body seemed to catch up with his mind, realizing the danger he and his team were in. We have to get out of here! The thought was enough to motivate his body to move once more. With the gift of mobility restored the boy spun around on his heels, making a dash for the tree lines as he managed to catch the fleeting sight of his female team member rushing through the dense foliage of the forest, cutting a clean path with her sword; a path which Suzaku had intended to follow. Despite his plans however, the boy's form froze once more as the sound of an explosion tore through the tension filled air. Again the boy spun around, his eyes wide as he stared at the pack of beasts as they seemed to scatter in all directions, seemingly spooked by the explosion, at least enough to pause in their forward charge, giving both the Hokage and her team a few more precious seconds to act. What Suzaku saw next though left him almost speechless as Masamori charged forward in what seemed like a half-brained attempt to prove himself to both his team and the Hokage.
Watching in horror, Suzaku felt himself struggling to keep from crying out in protest as he watched the scene unfold. What was he doing?! Why was he fighting? And why was he charging them head on?! The world seemed to slow down for the young genin as he watched his old friend connect with his downward cleave, only to be flung like a rag doll into a distant tree, his body making a sickening thud as he collided with the sturdy trunk. Suzaku watched as Masamori managed to catch himself, spewing crimson liquid with each labored breath before collapsing completely.
"He's not moving..."
Suzaku's voice choked weakly before turning his gaze back toward the creatures, seeing the immediate effects of his comrade's work. Suzaku once again felt his body refusing to move. What was he supposed to do?! Grabbing his injured friend wasn't a viable option. Even if the boy managed to reach Masamori, he wasn't strong enough to carry the Yuki boy while outrunning or out maneuvering these beast, should any manage to get past their leader. The fear filled thought of simply running to save his own hide quickly surfaced. He could have ran, leaving Masamori and Kimiko to fend for themselves. While he was fairly confident the Hokage could take care of herself, he knew that Masamori was defenseless and with his near lifeless body lying so close, it would only make Kimiko's job harder. Could she really manage to distract all these creatures by herself? Perhaps. But Suzaku didn't think it very wise to find out. Still, what could he do? Fighting a single overgrown snake was one thing, but several of these beasts at once? Doubt and fear once again crept into the back of the boy's mind. "One should never draw their weapon unless they intend to kill...or to protect that which is precious to them."
Suzaku felt his eyes narrowing slightly as his father's words from so long ago echoed within his mind. The distant memory cause a pang of guilt to resonate heavily within the young man's chest, shame filling his heart as he regretted even thinking about running at a time like this. Gritting his teeth Suzaku brought his hand up, forming a quick set of three seals before suddenly sinking into the earth as if his very body had lost any sense of its physical aspect. One moment he had been there and in the next he was gone, safely tucked underground and unbeknownst to all on the surface, moving quickly under the earth like a prarie dog scurrying through its complex network of tunnels, making a beeline for the beast that was closest to Masamori's position. Without warning the boy's sword suddenly shot up through the earth, stabbing right through the beast's front right paw. Reflexively the creature drew back it foot, jumping and rearing up on it's hind legs much like a horse as the katana remained planted through its front paw due to Suzaku having released his hold on it's grip only after the blade had impaled the beast's limb.
Refusing to remain still, Suzaku continued his journey for a bit longer, emerging behind the creature by launching himself in the air, breaking through the earth in a seemingly dramatic fashion, both Ninjato and bowie knife drawn and wielded in a reverse grip style; ninjato in the left and knife in the right and what looked to be a crumpled piece of paper held firmly between his teeth. For only a second Suzaku soared through the air toward the beast's exposed back, his grip around his weapons tightening as he brought both up over his head then down, sinking both blades into the flesh of his over sized opponent. The beast yelped and began to run, circling round and round like a dog chasing it's tale as it tried to use it's jaw to bite Suzaku's flailing body. Moving his foot, Suzaku kicked outwards, sending his striking limb straight into the creature's nose, causing it to yelp further, stunning it slightly as Suzaku yanked his bowie knife from the beast's flesh, putting all his weight down on the ninjato before reaching as far as he could with his right arm before slamming the knife down into the creature's back again only to pull his ninjato out in the same fashion, extending then stabbing. In this way Suzaku quickly scaled up the creature's back as it thrashed about, howling in pain. It didn't take long for Suzaku to reach the beasts head, his right hand quickly releasing the handle of his knife, leaving it embedded in the beast's neck as he reached toward the piece of paper in his mouth. Spitting it into his hand he'd slap the moist tag firmly to the back of the beasts skull before quickly pulling his knife and ninjato from the beowulf's flesh, using his legs to kick off and away from the creature, landing several meters away in a harsh tumble. Quickly writing himself the boy would release both weapons, letting them fall to his sides as he formed a quick seal, not bothering to say anything as he glared at his victim.
In the next instant another explosion would sound off, echoing through the forest as the creature's head seemed to collapse in on itself, the force of the explosion tearing a hole through the beast's flesh and fracturing the skull, incapacitating the monster and causing it to fall into a heap a good fifteen meters from Masamori's former location. Noticing that Masamori's body was now nowhere to be seen Suzaku began to look around frantically, catching sight of not only Satsune riding off on a lion but also another of the smaller beasts beginning to give chase, not willing to let such a seemingly easy meal go free. Suzaku's hands quickly went for his two short blades, grabbing them and desperately sprinting in an attempt to catch the beast, quickly realizing the effort was a futile one as the disparity in their speed seemed too great. Already Suzaku felt himself short of breath, the effects of losing so much blood earlier in the day now catching up to him. When all hope seemed lost however, the beast was suddenly tackled by what looked to be a black lion of sorts. At first the boy found himself slowing down, not knowing what to make of the situation, but it didn't take him long to see the similarities this lion had held with Satsune's mice she had summoned earlier and how it looked almost identical to the creature she had been riding off, carrying Masamori's unconscious form.
"Smart girl..."
Suzaku muttered to himself as he started to charge forward again, knowing full well that Satsune's lion wouldn't be able to hold its own for long now that it had lost the element of surprise. Just as he predicted, the lion itself was easily taken down, held firmly between the jaws of the Beowulf, only to explode in an inky mess as the monster chomped down. The ink explosion and the smell and taste it carried caused the beast to freeze momentarily as its senses became overwhelmed. That moment was all Suzaku needed as he quickly dropped his ninjato, left hand reaching into his pouch to grab two explosive tags, slapping them on the handle of his bowie knife as he continued to charge forward. He'd suddenly come to a skidding stop, throwing the blade forward in mid slide before bringing his hands up to form another set of seals.
The knife would sail through the air, end over end, planting itself firmly into the back of the creature's left hind leg, prompting the beast to turn around just in time to see Suzaku sink into the earth once more. In the next moment Suzaku's hands would burst through the earth, grabbing the beast's front left leg and quickly dragging it underground, burying it momentarily in the earth, temporarily immobilizing the small Beowulf. Acting quickly Suzaku emerged from the earth much like before, though this time leaping backwards and away from the creature's mouth as he formed another series of three seals. Upon completion he'd land hard on the ground, punching the dirt, causing his chakra to channel through the earth and toward the beast's buried paw. Suddenly the creature would howl in pain as the ground around his limb would harden and tighten, the dirt becoming stone like in consistency as it began to grind the poor limb, crushing it.
Though it didn't take long for the monster to free its paw, the damage, for the most part, was done. As the creature began to make it's way toward Suzaku in a limping fashion, the boy suddenly formed another seal with his hands, causing the two tags on the creature's hind leg to detonate, once more causing it to yelp in agony before toppling over onto it's left side, having lost the strength in both left limbs. Not wanting to miss his opportunity, Suzaku formed yet another set of seals. As he finished the earth next to him began to materialize, forming a carbon copy of himself that immediately raced forward then arced out to the creature's left, circling around the snapping jaw and thrusting his right hand forward as though to punch. At the last moment however a blade would spring forward from the clone's wrist, impaling the creature through it's right eye, pressing hard to sink the weapon further inward. The creature would begin to thrash about, throwing the clone off to the side, causing it to disperse upon impact with the ground. As this occurred Suzaku himself ran forward, using the distraction to strike at an opening left under the creature's jaw, thrusting his own hidden wrist mounted blade straight for the monster's throat, leaving a gaping and bleeding hole. Dragging his weapon down the exposed neck, Suzaku widened the cut before trying to leap back, though he was not left entirely unscathed as one of the flailing limbs of the beast managed to connect, sending the boy tumbling across the ground. The hit had hurt but it had by no means been debilitating due to the fact that the beowulf had been so badly injured and in an awkward position.
Groaning lightly, Suzaku moved his hand over his injured torso, his breathing heavy as he turned his gaze toward the Hokage, checking to see how she was handling the rest of the pack and gauging whether it was a good time for him to retreat now that Masamori and Satsune were safe. With a small grunt he'd try to stand, struggling to do so as his entire body felt as though it were made of lead, his muscles seemingly refusing to listen to his mental commands at this point.