Uchiha, Itada
Aug 4, 2018 10:20:52 GMT -7
Post by M$ on Aug 4, 2018 10:20:52 GMT -7
Name: Uchiha, Kaida.
[Alias]: Seiryuu, Itada.
Bloodlimit: Sharingan [Uchiha Clan].
Height: five feet, nine inches
Weight: 147 lbs
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Alignment: Evil Neutral
Birth Country: Hi No Kuni
Village: Amegakure
Special:
Genjutsu Specialist:
1 Pattern
2 Phantasm
3 Glamour
4 Enchantment [M]
5 Charm
6 Compulsion
Taijutsu Specialist:
1 Busosen
2 Art of Throwing
3 Chakra Gates
4
Ninjutsu Non-Specialist:
1 Katon [M]
2 Raiton [M]
3 Fuuton
4 Suiton
Clan Non-Specialist:
1 Uchiha [M]
2 Soulcaster [M]
3 Pulverem
4
Misc:
1 Grandmaster [Pulverem]
2
3 Grandmaster [?]
4 ANBU [Future]
5 Artisan [Weaponsmith]
6 Ritualist [Travel]
7
8
9
10
Character Depth
Personality
Although young, Itada doesn't behave like a normal kid his age. Instead, he possesses a demeanor much like that of an older, more experienced shinobi. Perhaps a passive blessing from the ancient soul within him, he is determined, focused, and unfathomably disciplined. Overly calm and analytical, rarely can others intimidate or rouse Itada beyond the level he wishes, making him ideal for battle and conflict, but horrid for torture and someone who relies heavily on reading the opposition. An expression of constant thought seems plastered upon the boy's facade most the time, but when absent, all that remains is an apathetic, care free expression.
That isn't to say the young Uchiha doesn't smile or show emotion when appropriate- he is still human after-all. Not anti-social by any means, he just prefers to be off somewhere on his lonesome. Whether it be taking up a mission for the village, training, or just to clear his mind, he'd rather nobody be around to get in the way. Though not easily confessed, he has no problems recognizing his limits. Itada understands that there will always be someone stronger, someone smarter, someone better. He respects that aspect of life, but he will never accept it- as he believes any obstacle, tiny or titan, can be overcome.
Embedded deep in his roots, the disciplines and traits of his noble blood show clearly upon the boy's image in more than just his darkened hair. Beneath the surface of skin, under the catacombs of the human abyss, rises up an ever prideful being. Kaida is indeed of creature of the mind, but even one with clear thoughts such as he can fall victim to the power of emotions. As prideful as any other man before him, perhaps even more, Kaida finds it increasingly difficult to swallow his pride. He can view the benefits of doing such and can do so on a whim, but it never really goes away. It just sits in the back of his head, the bottom of his heart, eating away at him.
He will forgive, but he'll never forget.
An entity infested by the Chaotic Good alignment, Kaida is kind and benevolent overall. Circumstances throughout his life has turned him cold, emotionless to many things. One such aspect of life that he has become almost immune to is death. And not just death- but killing. He receives no joy from killing for the sake of killing, but will murder in the name of his greater good-- And like a true shinobi, by orders of his village. Leave it up to him though, and he'll try to end it a different way as long as long as he sees reason to. Whether it be permanently crippling a particularly dangerous individual, or by eliminating the head of the snake then so be it. He will not turn his blade toward women or kids, however.
Whether it's visible from the outside or not, Kaida is in a state of constant war within himself. A soul of many generations ago has bonded with his soul through whichever means; he can often hear phrases spoken in whispers in a language most uncommon, and sometimes finds himself waking up in weird places with no recollection of how he got there.
Uchiha, Kaka'rot
Kaka'rot is a warrior from many ages past, a very ancient Uchiha who ruled his empire with an unmatched wit and an iron fist. Him and Kaida share many qualities; apathy, ambition, the hunger for power. Impressed at the power the young Uchiha has amassed on his lonesome and at such a young age, Kaka'rot tends to play the mentor role to Kaida, often offering advice and training the boy to be elite.
The ancient warrior does not speak common; instead, his noble statements laced with wisdom comes forth in in the reptilian language of the dark lands, Aklo, or the ancient tongue of the Tengu. Learned way back from his alliance with the Nagas of old times, he still prefers to speak it instead of common.
The most combat oriented, Kaka'rot strikes quick and true. He holds no remorse for those he faces on the battlefield. To leave an enemy alive is allow them to come back to fight another day.
"Kill or kill. The weak are food for the strong", a phrase most only truly understand while staring into those bloodstained eyes of his as you slide down the cold metal of his blade. He constantly warns Kaida weakness will be his downfall, and allow the Uchiha of old be the main one in control of the body.
--- [Undiscovered Persona]
Appearance
Soulful and restless spirits fade through Itada's eyes, which when not painted crimson by his Sharingan are shaded an onyx of elegance. They peer outward gently, almost timid like-- and yet you can tell by the way he looks at you that they've witnessed the horrors or murder. A naturally controlled ebony mane falls from atop the Uchiha's crown, often seen in a loose nit pony tail, but he also lets it drip gracefully down his back on occasion.
Only seventeen, Itada's physique is smaller than most other developed warriors one might come across. Standing around five feet, eight inches and weighing one hundred forty-nine lbs one would come to believe that he'd hardly be worth a challenge. It is in this illusion- the illusion of frailness- that most his victims find themselves fooled, and rewarded with a swift and murderous stroke of his longsword. While he doesn't exactly look the part of a shinobi killer, that is exactly what he is. Trained to be elite since he was only a boy, Itada's body is toned and fit in just the right places. If were one to see the boy naked, they would find a number of small scars and bruises upon his body. Minor and barely worth a second glance, these scars are proof of a battle tested warrior.
Secluded far from other clansmen did little to detour Itada from embracing the true heritage of the Uchiha, and can clearly be seen in his clothing. Often times, Itada can be seen wearing light, loose fitting clothing typical of that of the Uchiha. His robes are often colored black, or are of a darker grey. In rare times, mostly on a whim, Itada can be seen wearing dark blue clothing. Regardless of the color, every shirt is crafted with an magatama symbol, easily visible upon the boy's back. Bandages are wrapped around both his hands, but in varying intensities; the left, bandages extend all the way up to his shoulder, while the right bandages stop at his elbow. Itada is a shinobi of Amegakure, which means constant rain. To compensate for the downpour, a hooded ebony cloak is almost always placed over his regular attire when outdoors.
He also dons a a necklace containing six magatama shaped ornaments. Being the same shape as the tomoe in his Sharingan, they serve as a way to represent his heritage while also keeping it a secret.
Like any other shinobi, Itada is also equipped with all his shinobi weapons and tools. His pouch is always placed somewhere on his person out of view from enemies but easily accessible by him. He carries with him two blades, both fastened across his back horizontally facing opposite directions. A mask is also kept somewhere on his person-- porcelain in color, it holds no distinguishing features except for two eye holes and a slash across the left cheek.
Background
Born to a mother whose beauty matched the power in her eyes, and a father well respected by more than just the clan and Konoha, Kaida was born to a home with many benefits. Their time spent serving the village in years prior allowed them to save plenty money for their retirement. She'd been a medical ninja/doctor, and he'd served as an elite of the clan and as a member of Konohagakure's ANBU. The two Uchiha had talked about reaching this moment as far back as they could remember; and so when the time came, no hesitation and with not even a second thought, they fulfilled their dreams, retired, and gave birth to a baby boy.
Even as a baby, his father and other close members of the clan noticed that something was different with Kaida. It wasn't the fact that his chakra was slightly too strong for a child as young as him, but the fact that it felt clean.. holy.. pure almost. It was strange, and certainly nothing any of them had encountered before. It was nothing though; as he continued to grow and time went on it would hardly be noticed.
He grew as any child did, and at an age too young for him to remember anything the genocide of the Uchiha took place. "It was like a dream.. no, a nightmare", in the words of his mother. A silent eerie night, where everything seemed to be normal quickly morphed into that of a fire infested battlefield. Temperatures flared around the compound due to the intensifying flames. Explosions could be heard- both close and off in the distance- followed by wailing, horrid screams. Like a true warrior, after making sure his son and wife were okay and instilling in them a way to escape, Kaida's father took to the battlefield.
Sharingan eyes ablaze, he battled ferociously; utilizing an elegant dance of kekkei genkai and fire style, he killed many a foe beside his comrades. As the battle raged on, he could see that despite their best efforts they were soon to be overrun. The only thing preventing him from fleeing was the thought of leaving his clansmen behind, but when the last of them fell before his eyes, he vanished.. headed to meet his wife, and hopefully to safety.
Luckily, they we're there waiting for him. Heavily injured, they left the land of fire and headed into rain country. Utilizing his connections, Kaida's father hoped to establish a new life where his family, now hunted, could lay low.
He wasn't just a shinobi; utilizing his many connections with feudal lords and other influential people of power, his family came to be known as the Seiryuu. Under this new identity, he purchased land and built an estate within the walls of Amegakure. This village was different from Konoha as it always seemed to rain here. Though normal to the locals, the constant downpour was fitting for not wanting to be found. No longer bound by the codes of a shinobi, Kaida's father expanded outward in search of ways to gaining money. He wasn't above criminal acts, and he now made a living off covert assassinations provided by random clients.
As Kaida grew, his training began immediately. First, he learned the basics; the wall climbing, and the water walking, and how to control his chakra. Then, he learned to perform the infamous technique of his clan, the Great Fireball. Before long, he was off to the races and attending the lighter load of his father's missions. At age 9, he activated his Sharingan, courtesy of a rogue bandit he cut down while accompanying his father. That was the very first time Kaida heard the whisper- a creepy, hissing voice- the more he used the eyes of his clan, the more he heard it. He shook it off more often than not, but it felt strange, nonetheless.
Many years have passed, and many things have changed for the young Uchiha. His father has retired, as well as his mother and they are both of old age. Sadly, his mother growing sicker by the day and his father though still capable, isn't anything like he was in the past. He'd built a sanctuary away from the corruption of the Uchiha back home in Konoha, and would pass it on to his son to do as he wished when he passed. Their years of service had them enough money to fall back on for a few years, but it was inevitable it would run out. Kaida's father strongly urged him to join the ranks of Amegakure's shinobi, as the skills he had taught him up to that point would do him well, as well as the money.
He knew the horrors the shinobi world brought with it, and though he had sheltered his son from the worst of it, he knew he could no longer.