Post by strangevisitor on Apr 4, 2007 3:02:35 GMT -5
Name: Tsutomegi Utsuro
Age: 14
Gender: It’s a MAN, baby!
Rank: Academy Student/genin (should be a genin, but has never formally graduated.)
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 145
Ambition: to find himself.
Clothing Description: It appears that he attempts to wear whatever his hands grab on that particular morning. Most commonly seen wearing plain, heavily worn cargo pants with plenty of patches and repairs, the multiple pockets filled with an assortment of odds and ends, belted tightly at the waist by a simple cord of rope. The shirt is a simple white button-down, with a myriad of buttons replacing its originals, and again boasting several patches of wear and tear. Over this he wears his most curious item, a Flak Jacket that seems to have been pieced together from those of various Villages, boasting items such as Hidden Sand shoulder guards with a Hidden Mist insignia attached over the left, so on and so forth. This odd assortment of garbing, in combination with his plain appearance, makes it very difficult to ascertain his home Village.
Physical Description: Utsuro, at first glance, appears to be a very meek, nondescript young man. Flat black hair that’s in a constant disarray and seems to have been cut by himself VERY poorly, and slate grey eyes that seem to contain an endless nothing, devoid of any emotion. He barely looks his height and weight, as he has a bad penchant for slouching and/or withdrawing in on himself, appearing to be consumed by the oversized hodgepodge of clothing he wears. Underneath is a fairly solid build despite his youth, marred by scar tissue here and there.
Personality: So quite and reserved, one might consider Utsuro a mute at first. He rarely speaks unless spoken to, and even then in hushed tones, as if he is unsure if he should be speaking. He rarely displays any emotion at all, but is always quick to issue an apology when one of his commonplace stints of ill fortune have caused any level of disturbance to another person, regardless of how small the infraction. Not much else is known about him at this time.
Personal History: Utsuro’s past is something of a tragic one, having lost his family…his entire village, in fact, when he was but 7 years old. Utsuro was always something of a clumsy, unlucky child, and still remains so. But it was this misfortune that saved his life. While making an attempt to fish, he slipped and fell into the river near his village, the current from the spring thaw dragging weak little Utsuro all the way down the mountain. By the time he made his way back, it was in ruins, every man, woman, and child slain.
Barely into the Ninja Academy, and now his chances were dashed. After spending several weeks struggling to give his clan-members proper burials, Utsuro resolved to leave the depressing foundation and set out into the world, praying that somewhere, somehow, there was someone who could train him, teach him what he needed to learn.
Bundling together what had survived of his and his family’s belongings, he made his way down the mountain and out into the world to begin his search. As time flowed by as it is prone to, he traveled to many a land, never seeming to fit in, and in some cases chased out due to whatever had occurred during his most prevalent blackout. The bundle on his back grew with him, though a good portion of the items acquired he did not remember having done so. His only reassurance that these items were not stolen was the ever-varying weight of his wallet, money from the sparse odd-jobs coming and going like the tide.
After many years of travel, a good portion of which lost into the darkness of his mind, Utsuro has found himself at the entrance of the Village Hidden in the Leaves, Konoha. But what fate would await him inside?
Other info: While not really a personality trait, Utsuro seems to be a pack rat, having a LARGE bundle he can barely keep strapped to his back, brimming with an eccentric array of weaponry, clothing, and personal items, including several damaged forehead protectors from various villages. The only non-damaged protector is the one he wears on his own forehead, of an unrecognized village notation: A segmented 5-point star inside a circle.
Age: 14
Gender: It’s a MAN, baby!
Rank: Academy Student/genin (should be a genin, but has never formally graduated.)
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 145
Ambition: to find himself.
Clothing Description: It appears that he attempts to wear whatever his hands grab on that particular morning. Most commonly seen wearing plain, heavily worn cargo pants with plenty of patches and repairs, the multiple pockets filled with an assortment of odds and ends, belted tightly at the waist by a simple cord of rope. The shirt is a simple white button-down, with a myriad of buttons replacing its originals, and again boasting several patches of wear and tear. Over this he wears his most curious item, a Flak Jacket that seems to have been pieced together from those of various Villages, boasting items such as Hidden Sand shoulder guards with a Hidden Mist insignia attached over the left, so on and so forth. This odd assortment of garbing, in combination with his plain appearance, makes it very difficult to ascertain his home Village.
Physical Description: Utsuro, at first glance, appears to be a very meek, nondescript young man. Flat black hair that’s in a constant disarray and seems to have been cut by himself VERY poorly, and slate grey eyes that seem to contain an endless nothing, devoid of any emotion. He barely looks his height and weight, as he has a bad penchant for slouching and/or withdrawing in on himself, appearing to be consumed by the oversized hodgepodge of clothing he wears. Underneath is a fairly solid build despite his youth, marred by scar tissue here and there.
Personality: So quite and reserved, one might consider Utsuro a mute at first. He rarely speaks unless spoken to, and even then in hushed tones, as if he is unsure if he should be speaking. He rarely displays any emotion at all, but is always quick to issue an apology when one of his commonplace stints of ill fortune have caused any level of disturbance to another person, regardless of how small the infraction. Not much else is known about him at this time.
Personal History: Utsuro’s past is something of a tragic one, having lost his family…his entire village, in fact, when he was but 7 years old. Utsuro was always something of a clumsy, unlucky child, and still remains so. But it was this misfortune that saved his life. While making an attempt to fish, he slipped and fell into the river near his village, the current from the spring thaw dragging weak little Utsuro all the way down the mountain. By the time he made his way back, it was in ruins, every man, woman, and child slain.
Barely into the Ninja Academy, and now his chances were dashed. After spending several weeks struggling to give his clan-members proper burials, Utsuro resolved to leave the depressing foundation and set out into the world, praying that somewhere, somehow, there was someone who could train him, teach him what he needed to learn.
Bundling together what had survived of his and his family’s belongings, he made his way down the mountain and out into the world to begin his search. As time flowed by as it is prone to, he traveled to many a land, never seeming to fit in, and in some cases chased out due to whatever had occurred during his most prevalent blackout. The bundle on his back grew with him, though a good portion of the items acquired he did not remember having done so. His only reassurance that these items were not stolen was the ever-varying weight of his wallet, money from the sparse odd-jobs coming and going like the tide.
After many years of travel, a good portion of which lost into the darkness of his mind, Utsuro has found himself at the entrance of the Village Hidden in the Leaves, Konoha. But what fate would await him inside?
Other info: While not really a personality trait, Utsuro seems to be a pack rat, having a LARGE bundle he can barely keep strapped to his back, brimming with an eccentric array of weaponry, clothing, and personal items, including several damaged forehead protectors from various villages. The only non-damaged protector is the one he wears on his own forehead, of an unrecognized village notation: A segmented 5-point star inside a circle.
