Kutari Uchiha

Name:Kutari Uchiha
Age:19
Gender:Male
Village:Konoha
Rank:Jounin
Title: -

Clan:Uchiha
Bloodline:Sharingan
Element(s):Fire
Skill(s):1 for Uchiha Bloodline, Bukijutsu, Fuuinjutsu

Stats

• Strength:C
  
• Constitution:D
  
• Stamina:C
  
• Speed:C
  
• Coordination:B
  
• Intelligence:B
  
• Perception:C
  

EXP Spending:

Unique Abilities:

One-handed Seals: Pretty straightforward. A player may weave hand seals with only one hand. This results in a one tier loss of Coordination for that hand regarding hand seals.

Experience Advantage:Kutari is much more experienced then the typical Shinobi of his age, having mass experience in combat and mental training taking the form of a 1800 exp boost , requiring to pay off the 1800 debt difference.



Appearance:

Picture:

Kutari stands at 6’0 tall weighing 156 pounds. He has a light brown complexion with a lean-toned body to match, his skin typically glimmering lighter with the sun’s radiance. He has partial bags under his eye’s due to the insomnia he suffers from having adjusted to his few hours of rest. He wields captivating ambar eyes which are easily discerned with a focused glance in a crowd as he has long shaggy-like locks of brown hair that falls to his neck, the texture silky and limp.

He wears a white t shirt underneath a black jacket with gold ornament buttons, alongside black pants and shoes to match. The inner fabric of the jacket is colored in a fascinated red as his oyoroi is fastened around his waist in a mixed color of black, yellow and red though a purple scarf ties it all together at his waist. The boy has a chinese dragon tattoo on his left arm, the head starting from his left back shoulder blade down in a spiraling formation as the tail ends at his wrist. The ink coloration would be black.

History:

The sorrowful life of Kutari Uchiha all but began with the labeling of traitors as his mother and father fled the Uchiha Clan. Their first born being the most precious of treasures outside of successful Shinobi careers, they valued a peaceful life away from war and drama to give the boy a childhood they could only dream of; memories of war and lost loved ones driving them to make the choice of freedom, Kutari free of expectation to partake in war and pursue a life of his own choice. They traveled far throughout the land of fire as they wished to distance themselves from the evergrowing force of the Uchiha, though the talks of peace filled the air during their time, the instincts of battle hardened veterans caused them to shy away from such optimism.

Inevitably, they happened upon a secluded zone of forest and greenery that offered the life of peace which was instilled within the two’s minds for the loving family, not too far off from a small town so the boy can socialize with others outside this area. From there, his parents worked to create a proper home from the ground up as they took advantage of their now retired years. His mother, Shayumi, intended to satisfy Kutari’s thirst for knowledge and appeal to his intelligence in the relative arts around the world that she was never able to pursue, while his father, Takashi, would build his character to be a strong and admirable man with a mighty heart, this house being the centerpoint of all their hopes and dreams.

Despite the details of their abrupt departure, not once did his parents describe abhorrence towards the Uchiha clan or their type of work, informing the boy of his great family name and the special prowess the few typically wielded. They invoked pride within the name which he absorbed freely, content with his surname and blood as he grew with age, even intrigued by the various myths and history of the Uchiha they all but knew; Kutari particularly interested in the Sharingan and it’s wonders. Though he was taught about various makings of the world and wonders, his heart and passion would be on the Ninja arts and their mysteries, always wishing to learn more about the mystical place he inhabited. At first, his parents answered with reluctance, though with due time came to terms with the boys own interest and invited his passion with a matched purpose. Ambitious and determined, it didn’t take long until his parents trained him in the arts and combat, alongside putting an emphasis on education and knowledge which Kutari happily accepted.

As transparent as his parents acted when it came to the Shinobi world, they refused to entertain his questions of the Sharingan and how to obtain it as they themselves were victims of a much greater prowess then the basic Sharingan, at times regretting what they said as the boy’s energetic mentality would produce bizarre questions. At the time, the various stories and myths he heard were actual truths he had but no clue of it’s figurative meaning.

Kutari wasn’t the strongest boy by any means, and though he had potential required a great deal of work to actually see any efforts. Despite his continuous failures and shortcomings, he’d always make up with more dedication and heart. He required a forceful push to truly rocket beyond where he was now and succeed even his expected drop off, having a sudden flurry of prodigy like movements, though his parents refused to go too far with him. Regardless, he’d be a wise boy for his young age, he would catch on to strategic leverage rather actual combat through the various intelligence games he played with his family. Aside from his training and brain testing, he’d read and practice art whenever given the chance, namely music as it established a bond to those around him that he just couldn’t put to words, his favorite instruments being the piano, violin, and even his own body.

The world was a great place that Kutari enjoyed inhabiting within, hearing stories of the great Shinobi world beyond that he never experienced, at least until the age of ten. Having been ordered to fetch logs of wood from the forest as his parents were tasked with other work, Kutari would return as the sun would retreat to its rest. The flamboyant child hopped with joy as he looked forward to being greeted with his pleasant mother’s smile and father’s strong grasp once again for a job well done, when he noticed the door to his home cracked open, the handle and wood surrounding it damaged. Wishing to investigate the peculiar arrival of this attack, he would open the door to his home as he witnessed the horror before him as a rogue trail of blood followed the wooden flooring down to his feet.  As Kutari looked ahead of him he’d suddenly feel stuck in place, unable to move as his petrified form washed over the hellish dream he was within. His mother’s unmistakable hair the first thing he saw as the body was face first into the ground, a much taller body beside it as his cropped hair reminiscing the father he adored toppled over her in what was a horrifying site, a pool of blood echoing around them as it aimed to stretch it’s influence all throughout the flooring.

The boy had but no words to say. No movements or thoughts running throughout his fluid brain as it tried to decipher what exactly was going on, undergoing massive trauma in reaction to the sight at hand, convinced this be a terrible dream he was having in the wonderful bed those two in front of him obtained. What felt like centuries past by as a sudden force caused his father to roll on his side, staring straight into the sockets where his father’s ambar eyes once rested within, blood leaking from the gaping holes. Looking up, he’d lock his eyes upon four shifty shadows throughout the darkened household, locking eyes with the one that kicked his father over. Without little thought, Kutari felt a great deal of pain surge through his head as he tried to comprehend what all was going on, overwhelmed by the idea that this all could be a reality. A switch suddenly went off in his head as he blacked out, his senses heightened and witnessing an odd discoloration surrounding the shady characters and his perception of reality. It all seemed to move so quickly as he wailed at the four, attacking the bandits as they wished to retaliate upon his small form. It all felt like a dream that was as hazy as ever,  grabbing the weapon of one as he frantically stabbed another, kicking a man down and attempting to strangle him as he embarked in an inner lust for blood that he never knew was within him, a spite that wished to see death and the wrong done to his parents refunded in full, believing if he fought in this dream then he’d finally wake up and tell his mother about the terrible nightmare he just had.

As the majority laid on the ground while one was still standing holding his arm, Kutari heard a sudden voice calmly whisper into his ear, unaware of their presence the entire time. This voice he’d come to hate for the years to come as it was only the beginning of his tormented livelihood.

“This one will do.”

With that, Kutari would lose consciousness as he plummeted in a sea of the unknown. He’d be unaware of his current state of mind, simply waiting in a place filled with darkness, yet reliving the happier days of his downspiraling life. Upon awakening, he found himself in a luxurious room. As he waited, a man finally arrived and instructed him to follow, thus marking the moment of his enslavement. Kidnapped and taken to an underground facility which aims to train the youth in horrendous fashions and benefit from their kekkei genkai and abilities in combat through the use of espionage, arena fights and bodyguard work, Kutari found himself in a world completely unlike what he ever knew. Having been clueless of his awakening of the kekkei genkai he seeked for so long, it being a main part of his induction, Kutari was forced to train for hours upon days with little rest, the children around him being his fellow cattle as he was just another boy that likely die in a few days. Whenever a kid tried to talk back to the various Wardens that instructed the children and taught them how to fight and utilize Jutsu, they’d likely become the target of their calamity as the children would be tortured on the spot while the group was forced to watch and applaud. Torture was introduced within Kutari’s mind from an early age, the idea of being a person and having feelings meant nothing to the devils that went on to raise him, stripping his individuality away from him through however they saw fit.

For months he cried and wished he woke up from the dream he was currently within, losing his sanity as he tried to come with terms of never seeing the night sky again or feeling what was fresh air. He finally had given up after so long wishing to find a way to escape his hell hole, losing himself in the process and who he once was, though this was all apart of the plan of the higher ups that orchestrated this entire establishment, knowing the typical process of those in his position. It took awhile, though Kutari was a special case they were willing to work with as he possessed so much potential, the moment he finally rid away who he was and truly succumbed to their power was when he finally gave the dealing blow to another child he was forced to fight to the death with. At first, losing the battle on purpose so he could finally do away the life he no longer wished to live, as the boy hung above him and was planning to give the final blow, he retaliated in full as he valued his own life over the life of others, the constant torment and pain no longer being there if he simply let go of who he was. They could no longer hurt him if he fully locked away the person he once was, and turned towards a life that would be easy to live without the torture that would always follow. Watching the blood spew from the boy as he easily gained the upper hand, he knew from then on he was nothing more than a monster, one birthed from the unfortunate process of survival.

He would continuously  train and train, dedicating himself to his studies as he continued to sink himself within the persona he created to deal with the life he was now living. As he trained and grew stronger, doing what he must to look good and no longer receive the emotional trauma his heart could no longer tolerate, the boy secretly hoped for escape, believing somehow he would find a way out with his growing power, these psychopaths plans backfiring surely. As he began to grow more hope and belief that he could escape as his fellow peers seemed to have the heart beaten out of them, the Wardens around him recognized this sudden upbeat tempo and method of holding back. Informing the ringleader of what was to come, Kutari was soon called in to speak to the very man that had a voice he instantly recognized, thoughts of the night he witnessed his parents death seeped into his mind as that was the marking point of his world crashing around him. A sudden bleak sense of escape settled around him as the man by the name of Mr. Yomo would sit behind his great desk in the shifty room that was his office. Acting carefree and as kind as ever, he gifted Kutari a kitten to take care of in order to promote “good relations between the two of them.” For some days the boy tried not to attach himself to the kitten, though it’s purity in due time got past his defense, the boy for weeks taking care of the little one and providing it safety whenever he wasn’t training or studying as he continued that action freely. It was about two months when he was called back into Yomo’s office, and encouraged to kill the kitten in front of him “just for fun.” Kutari having personal relations with this cat was unable to do it, which displeased Yomo in a peculiar way, as if he was hoping the young boy would do as such. His guards took Kutari away after beating the boy for disobeying the boss, their own sadistic natures going too far as he was beaten too far as he lost consciousness.

During this time, they placed a genjutsu on the boy that was controlled freely with certain points to take in mind from his memory. Before long he woke up in his old household with his loving parents, at first mortified but truly believing the place was reality, his naive nature getting the best of him. Spending an entire day with them, he’d be in his room as they watched the boy fall asleep before asking cryptic questions as to why they didn’t save his loving parents. From then on, he awoke from a trance within the forest area he once fetched wood from in fear, as a continuous cycle would find itself bonding to him as he tried to rush home to save his parents. At a certain point, the boy began to chase his own afterimage as it held a katana, arriving just as his parents screamed, and watching as his parents lifeless bodies rose up blood shackled to them as they damned Kutari’s name to hell, wishing he never be born and his entire existence was a waste. Feeling betrayed and confused, the afterimage soon arrived and began feeding thoughts into Kutari’s head of the night this all happened, and how it truly transpired. As Kutari tried to fight these thoughts, his parents began to attack him, wishing to kill the boy, just as they got the upperhand the cycle continued. Rushing to the household as quickly as he could, he’d open the door as the afterimage arrived, his parents words echoing throughout his mind for what felt like days as the image continuously spoke and handed him the blade. It all a sea of hell that he couldn’t escape, emotions from the few years of torture that he had to repress now finally catching up as the entire time he hoped the whole stay was a dream, only to learn of his parents disgust of him and intent to never save him from what he found himself apart of. The final day, he arrived to the door with blade already in his own hand, his parents welcoming him as he cut them both down with ease and joy, relieving himself of the continuous disgust he heard in his head.

Weeks elapsed in this genjutsu as he tried to fight back it’s efforts, though as he was finally released from its efforts he came out a new person, worried about his own livelihood and knowing he could trust no one. The boy was no longer hoping for help or to be saved, or thinking naively as he was slowly converted into the person he is to this day, alongside the efforts of releasing so much trauma in his head to fully develop his sharingan to the third tomoe, aware of it’s development as Mr. Yomo offered some advice in the genjutsu as the afterimage with his extensive knowledge.

From then on, Kutari was a changed man and his peers noticed it instantly, aware that Yomo finally got to one of the very few people that somehow resisted the induction into this place. A much more manipulative and sadistic individual as he took pleasure in killing and causing destruction, he fully invited the persona that he created so long ago. Wishing to gain stronger as he no longer was interested in this facility, seeing them as helping him reach the truth of the way the world truly works and helping him with his naivety, Kutari trained with more ferocity and heart to easily become a favorite of Yomo. Dedicating himself mainly to Bukijutsu and Fuuinjutsu, he took pride in those two skill sets as they were the main interest of his Shinobi capabilities. Now an active member of various tasks Yomo instructed him to do of the age of 16, 6 years into the facilities “program,” he gained experience with espionage and assassination frequently, becoming the bloody killer that he believed he needed to be in this forsaken world. He always planned to kill Yomo when given the chance, though needed more time to truly get powerful as he was a formidable opponent from what he saw beforehand, always watching his targets and taking notes.

Soon Kutari entered the underground arena to get Yomo currency in his victories, in which Kutari was forced to partake in. Battle after battle he succeeded in achieving victory, though he always wished to at least kill the targets. The arena had a rule of no killing, likely to prioritize the merchandise being the fighters, though it truly took away from the real life situation of battle that he was trained in for so long. An entire year flew by as it marked his seventh year captive to this man as he neared his plan of escaping, wishing to be free of the small place he knew for so long, wishing to be free as he no longer wished to be a captive to another person. This plan all but crashed down as the village known as Konoha caught wind of these illegal fights and facilities happening and planned a siege on the area, just as Kutari was within the locker rooms preparing for his coming battle. As many other facility ringleaders fled and captured, Kutari and his “peers” of enslavement were approached with a proposition, being to join the village of Konoha and join the military there, or be imprisoned as accomplices of the many leaders there. Kutari, seeing this as nothing more then another farce to become enslaved again just with a new title and maybe a longer leash, reluctantly agreed, seeing as he couldn’t escape a prison as easily as open skies. This marking the end of his times within the facility he much rather have, though still no fan of this sudden place asserting their dominance over these lands despite the talk of the formed village aiding them in his peers efforts to escape. Kutari was a man that rather stick to himself,  finding difficulty believing in others and rather his own skill. His plan now in crumbles, he was disappointed to hear Yomo also escape the clutches of his place, though happy to know he could likely hunt the man in time.

Now a shinobi of Konoha, he was put straight to work to test out what exactly the teen was capable of. Exceeding expectations as he was trained mercilessly for years and even experimented on by various underground researchers to find a way to gain an upper age in combat, Kutari proved to be a valuable asset to missions of higher quality. Though the council of the village feared Kutari’s antisocial personality and his disinterest in hiding his sadistic nature, hoping the boy not only be an efficient Shinobi but a great citizen that caused little issues as he was difficult to approach. He was instructed to take a job at the Academy for aspiring Shinobi, hoping the children’s mentality and purity alongside the academy instructors guidance would paint a better road for Kutari’s future, aware of what he could potentially do. His presence in the village already being a gamble, they believed this to be the best approach, though he met few that were truly interested to him, if anything the childish nature of them all irritating the boy as the heads of the village believed this to be proper.

Having taken the coming Chuunin Exam, he passed as he made it clear that he was no simple Genin by any means. Though Kutari appreciated the increase in his salary, he was still irritated by how much his abilities were not truly recognized in this ranking system, not use to such a formal way of ranking your Shinobi. All he grew up knowing was that whoever was strongest would be at the top, the rest would follow in good fashion.

As a Chuunin, the boy was able to work alone easier as he no longer had a team or anyone trying to hold him back, making little connections with his Sensei or anyone of the likes. He trained tiressely throughout the many nights he failed to sleep, a consequence from the many nightmares and hellish times he easily relieved within the facility he was forced to join, always thinking of killing Yomo and making the several years of pain worth it.

Being a proud member of the Uchiha clan, he struggled conforming to their odd methods and traditions as they were such a close fitted clan, he wasn’t used to the many customs they typical followed as he never obtained the nurturing to such a degree as his new clansmen. Though the restless teen would attempt and respect them, he’d focus more on his tasks at hand as he wished to perfect his skills. Witnessing the various personalities and relationships that people had within the village, it was difficult to truly fit in as he never made an outright attempt to change, seeing himself as foolish for even thinking about trying to obtain comrades.

Kutari’s efforts were surely noted and witnessed by the leadership of Konoha, him being claimed by the recent siege of an illegal gambling ring and doing so much to better the village through missions, with the right price he took them without ever bickering. The few times he was forced to lead, the teen did so without saying much and did his part in making a success out of the combined efforts, though it was obvious he struggled socially and in groups due to his past, the council could barely imagine what all he endured and how long he was present there as he never shared much. Though they took a leap with him, wishing to see the man become a much more involved citizen of Konoha as they gave him the rank of Jounin, expecting him to take on the role of a Sensei and teach his students the proper conditions of a Shinobi, they believed a bond with promising Genin needing teaching would light a fire within Kutari and how he operated, potentially setting him down a road with more humanity within. Though the option of Anbu would of fit the boy perfectly, he still wonders to this day why he was never elected for such a role, though time would inevitably tell as he awaits this new squad he would be forced to take under his wing as he dreamed of the lack of responsibility outside the walls.

Personality:

The most prominent personality trait Kutari possesses would be “indifferent” towards the world around it. Individuals seen as compassionate and understanding would simply label him quiet and truthful, while those lacking the same gentle touch say he’s cruelly blunt and lacking of empathy as they fail to ignore the surging malice within his eyes.  An anomaly within the comprehension of humanity, he sees as much value in a human life as a midnight snack, completely unnecessary but an option nonetheless, holding off a person’s appetite until morning’s breakfast. His distant exterior is simply a farce to keep those that pick too much at bay, an attempted truce between people to not release the aborrhence that rests inside. Though a multitude have tried,  none have successfully solved the mystery which is Kutari, be it that they gave up long ago or are still trying.

The teen is typically seen working alone or resenting the presence of others who aren’t of particular interest. Not only does he favor the solo approach as he’s developed a strong sense of distrust with the human race as a whole, but those he consider conversing with seriously need to be extremely interesting in his eyes which is already subjective. His interest in others wavers as it depends on the type of interest and circumstances, though it’s typically seen that he’s attracted to those that’ll provide an interesting memory or laugh that’ll soothe his constant boredom. Possessing a sadistic humor, appealing to his interest with an enticing proposition or story would be an easier approach for him to pay anyone mind, though the issue lies in meeting his high expectations from an individual before he becomes too bored. Working hand and hand with his indifference, he usually watches the masses of people purely for entertainment as he’s developed an unhealthy habit of discrediting the competence of individuals all around, observing for some joy to get away from his own crumbling mindset.

Despite his own faults, Kutari is a great judge of character, having been forced to develop this skill over the years as he was inducted into espionage work and studying of human behavior. He makes a point to analyze any individuals that cross his path in case they turn into an enemy within the future, recalling certain facts and tidbits from previous encounters. He prides himself in figuring out the thoughts of others and developing a profile of people, peering into their psyche based on the most simplest of words and is typically correct from his critical thinking.

Kutari is seen to be quite sadistic, enjoying the sight of other people’s suffering in a plethora of ways, a developed trait he had to invoked within himself to come to terms with the insanity that surrounded his life for seven years. At first only a show within the many faces he plays, this certain aspect took over in all it’s essence as he began to believe what he fed himself for so long. It could be seen at times he would inject himself in a situation in order to simply create chaos and drama to watch the festivities as pure enjoyment, alongside cooperating in mischievous work to provide an interesting puppet show.

The young Uchiha is manipulative and carries a foul malice that oozes from his skin. He enjoys playing people in circles and getting a rise out of them, incorporating that into his battle strategy as it’s already  great part of who he is. He knows his way around words in order to get what he wants, be it information in subliminal fashion to even rallying his allies, aware of the power of words. He typically is able to control his outburst and anger when need be as he’s no fool, though Kutari is without a doubt open about his disgust or hatred towards an individual without little resistance, in fact hoping to get into a fight as he craves the passion of combat so strongly. He wields a strong creativity and thought process to come about goals he embarks upon, usually including a scheme that could very well pay off in his favor, whatever that may be.

The overwhelming trait he dances around would be his passion for combat, being tactically aware and coordinated in all of his fashion. Though he’d love to truly get sucked into a battle, he holds himself back as he favors having a cool head and securing his victory rather losing his cool and becoming passionate on the battlefield. A victim to a system that forced him to fight day in and day out he was primed with the mentality that combat is good and what keeps you alive, in which case he trains himself extensively with little breaks. Be it a physical or verbal war, he takes it all seriously and wishes to come out victorious. Combat is but a love that only worked against him as he discovered it in such a fashion, it becoming a bloodlusting frenzy that is out of control which he feels entitled to continue. The battle hungry soul he’s been “blessed” with has guided him for years now, always leading him into battle and out.  

Kutari will never be able to escape the life he’s lived up to this point, fully aware of the person he is now and the sins he’s committed all because he was too afraid to die. Unable to forgive himself for what transpired in his years alive and what all he forsaken, he hates what he has become and otherwise needs to sink deeper into this persona of himself to escape the emptiness of his void like heart. Though he enjoys peaceful scenarios and nature, he impulsively feels inclined to leave or stop his moments of rest as he begins to relive everything he’s experienced until then, unable to come to terms with the life he never wanted. A true victim of extreme circumstance, he’s at a crossroad unable to go towards any particular path that he doesn’t already know, comfortable with the livelihood he’s embraced and unable to let it go. With this, the teen is unsure about whether he wishes to obtain forgiveness in himself or continue down this road  as it’s what’s protected him all this time, otherwise being a corpse like the ones he already buried in his time within the facility.  


Roleplay Sample:

The air remained hushed in unsettling fear as its nerves misfired to influence the stillness around. The beaming sun seeming to linger in it’s unorthodox position, peering down upon the village from an uneasy angle. The trees remained stagnant, unable to move as it sensed the attitude of the village some distance away, the Tekiatsu lake keeping to itself and guiding it’s chakra mended forest to follow suit. One of its former visitors moving on with their life, aiming to attain a new sense of understanding and comprehension of freedom and independence, finding it troublesome to figure out if they will succeed upon their newfound purpose; If they will ever be seen again. From the distance this troubled soul sat unwavering, taking in the staggered world that failed to rid itself of the continuous buffering going on. A streamlined hiccup and inaudible conversation as the townspeople seemed like poorly designed figures all bunched up together, a studying eye coming to this same conclusion. Watching the typical passersby from a hard working vendor, a mundane elder picking out oranges for her family, lazy boys walking the street searching for some new clothing. In its most thriving of times, it was all such a bland ordeal, one that summoned a sour distaste among his lips.


Kutari had gotten soft. These same individuals that held the major population of the village were the focal point of Kutari’s sudden queasy attitude, a moment's time away from the life of misery and survival would be all it took to revert back into a scary crybaby. How pitiful of him, to be easily torn down once given a moments rest, reconsidering his entire life choices and passions all thanks to this god forsaken village. Upon entering this village, he was a hardened boy able to handle any circumstance always being on his toes, suppressing such ridiculous thoughts. Yet now, this change in scenery not only shed away the tough skin he obtained over the years, but caused him to reconsider the life of a Shinobi, the only thing he had left in his life. A flock of birds soaring high in the sky as he stood atop of a roof within the village, his yellow eyes tracked the flock as they made their way right above him, keeping their steady approach as they traveled far and beyond the territory this village had to offer. Like a bird destined to fly, taking away their wings would only mean death as they’d be left behind as a burden to the flock in question, stripping away the only thing the avian had to live for, what drove its survival. Such a similar phenomenon happening right before his eyes, the walls of this village once making him feel so anxious and restricted, offering an idea of protection the boy never once felt before. Now the same walls bestowing joy and freedom, away from what the true world had to offer, the many mysteries to be discovered. He was trapped here, withering away within the confines of the village. After only but a few days of rediscovering himself, it would be time to finally come back to reality and escape this living hell that aimed to keep him oppressed. No longer would he fall victim to this place and it’s shams. Tonight would be the night he’d never have to fill the hollow clutches of these walls again, comforting him in a crude manner as they stripped away all of which he once possessed and held dear to his heart. The village would lose another, for the better good of his own life goals. Getting up from his long isolation, he’d hurry along to begin gathering his belongings.



Midnight would present itself heroically as the village continued it’s enjoyable slumber. Throughout this time, Kutari kept to himself as he planned and prepared for his adventure out, leaving behind where he once received hospitality, recognizing his overstay. He had little to begin with, living on what he could obtain and purchase from the markets of the village, bringing a backpack with food supplies. His ninja tools being within his weapon pouch. It would be a long journey wherever it was he would travel to, and he’d need to make haste soon enough to gain some distance from the village. He knew full well the consequences of his actions, though he had enough of playing house in this wretched place. Having already been named a Shinobi for this village, he also knew the typical guard rotation for the village gates upon nearing them, and how to take care of any watchmen that would likely be an obstacle in his path to freedom. Treason meant nothing to the boy, having little comprehension of such a policy after what he’s experienced. Leaving behind the headband he was gifted as being a Shinobi of this village in his small home, he left what was becoming too comfortable. Donning a black cloak underneath his typical formal attire of black slacks, black shoes and a button up white t-shirt, he would leave with haste.


Nearing the gates in the dead of night, he stuck to the shadows as he studied the guard movements all around the gate. During a time of peace and prosperity, the number of guards would come to be very few in comparison to a high alert situation. After several minutes of watching these lax Shinobi guard the out to the village, Kutari figured it was time to act. Seeing the two guardsmen in front of the gate, not including those operating the actual opening and closing of the gates within the building beside, Kutari would start by creating a clone of himself to move on the opposition side of the wall as they both neared the exit. Advising his clone to rustle some bushes and create a distraction on its side, Kutari would swoop in while the guards would be distracted to execute his plan. First targeting the closest to him as he watched his partner go check out the sudden noise, Kutari would bring his arm up to his head as he masked the potential screams or audible resistance from the male, having his other hand wielding his kunai to slice the man’s throat. Feeling the limp body losing life, he’d ditch the body as he ran with the same kunai behind the distracted guard as he leaped towards her with his legs sunk into his chest. His kunai out and open, he’d land on her back as he allowed his other hand to grab her hair fiercely and force it in a downward motion as his feet plunged into her back and his kunai pierced the girls neck. Taking this leap as she walked towards the distraction, she’d be put off balance by this sudden force plunging to the ground where he’d bury her face into the sand below, muffling her screams and cries as she lost her life in the line of duty.


Now ridden of these two generic looking guards, he’d make his way towards the guardpost building after transforming into the female guard he just killed with his jutsu. Casually entering the building, he’d wave towards the final Shinobi inside relaxing and waiting for his shift to end. Unable to mimic the girl’s voice as he no clue as to the tone, he could only make kind gestures to give the man a calming expression and comfort. The same comfort that would be the end of him. Walking towards him as Kutari continued to be mute to attempt and “recover” an item in the post, as seen from Kutari’s outward gesture with the left hand from an object beside the sitting fellow, taking advantage of the resized bust to try and appeal to the man’s fantasies, once getting close enough he’d have his same kunai in the right go up and over the guard’s body and into his heart from the front, making sure to stick it deeply within as the man tried to retaliate, his own desires putting him to rest. Quickly preparing the latch to open the gates after dispelling his transformation, he’d watch as the gate doors began to open in full throttle. Knowing time was of the essence in this situation, he quickly acted upon phase two of his escape.


Knowing that two guards would be posted on the other side of the village gates to welcome any visitors, he’d send out his previous clone to gather their attention as he made sure to keep the dead guards outside the post in plain sight, hoping to tempt the guards to fall for the trap of Kutari’s clone being the culprit. As he ran beside their shocked attitudes, acting as if he wished to make a quick escape, the two would follow as the clone aimed to lead them to the left of where they were once positioned. Taking the bait, the two would follow, just as the real Kutari came from the post and took after the two once again distracted guards. As they would close the distance between the clone and themselves, Kutari would make up for that distance by launching his previous murder weapon and another at the two to end them simultaneously, aimed towards the back of the skulls as the clone made sure to keep them on the same trail as they surely believed their currently closing distance meant the fastest approach. Just as they ceased calling out for his clone and prepared their own weapons to kill with, the two would only seconds later lay lifeless on the ground. Running towards them to extract the kunai’s and add them back to his arsenal, he’d dissipate the clone and begin to run into the night as he was close to finally making his escape from this hell. Knowing full and well he’d never return here, giving one final glance at the sight of the village as he felt his safety evaporating, so far within his plans yet having no regrets. This was the proper way to go about his wishes, it potentially meaning death but of no importance to his mission at hand.

Kutari wrote:Name:Kutari Uchiha
Age:19
Gender:Male
Village:Konoha
Rank:Jounin
Title: -

Clan:Uchiha
Bloodline:Sharingan
Element(s):Fire
Skill(s):1 for Uchiha Bloodline, Bukijutsu, Fuuinjutsu

Stats

• Strength:C
  
• Constitution:D
  
• Stamina:C
  
• Speed:C
  
• Coordination:B
  
• Intelligence:B
  
• Perception:C
  

EXP Spending:

Unique Abilities:

One-handed Seals: Pretty straightforward. A player may weave hand seals with only one hand. This results in a one tier loss of Coordination for that hand regarding hand seals.

Experience Advantage:Kutari is much more experienced then the typical Shinobi of his age, having mass experience in combat and mental training taking the form of a 1800 exp boost , requiring to pay off the 1800 debt difference.



Appearance:

Picture:

Kutari stands at 6’0 tall weighing 156 pounds. He has a light brown complexion with a lean-toned body to match, his skin typically glimmering lighter with the sun’s radiance. He has partial bags under his eye’s due to the insomnia he suffers from having adjusted to his few hours of rest. He wields captivating ambar eyes which are easily discerned with a focused glance in a crowd as he has long shaggy-like locks of brown hair that falls to his neck, the texture silky and limp.

He wears a white t shirt underneath a black jacket with gold ornament buttons, alongside black pants and shoes to match. The inner fabric of the jacket is colored in a fascinated red as his oyoroi is fastened around his waist in a mixed color of black, yellow and red though a purple scarf ties it all together at his waist. The boy has a chinese dragon tattoo on his left arm, the head starting from his left back shoulder blade down in a spiraling formation as the tail ends at his wrist. The ink coloration would be black.

History:

The sorrowful life of Kutari Uchiha all but began with the labeling of traitors as his mother and father fled the Uchiha Clan. Their first born being the most precious of treasures outside of successful Shinobi careers, they valued a peaceful life away from war and drama to give the boy a childhood they could only dream of; memories of war and lost loved ones driving them to make the choice of freedom, Kutari free of expectation to partake in war and pursue a life of his own choice. They traveled far throughout the land of fire as they wished to distance themselves from the evergrowing force of the Uchiha, though the talks of peace filled the air during their time, the instincts of battle hardened veterans caused them to shy away from such optimism.

Inevitably, they happened upon a secluded zone of forest and greenery that offered the life of peace which was instilled within the two’s minds for the loving family, not too far off from a small town so the boy can socialize with others outside this area. From there, his parents worked to create a proper home from the ground up as they took advantage of their now retired years. His mother, Shayumi, intended to satisfy Kutari’s thirst for knowledge and appeal to his intelligence in the relative arts around the world that she was never able to pursue, while his father, Takashi, would build his character to be a strong and admirable man with a mighty heart, this house being the centerpoint of all their hopes and dreams.

Despite the details of their abrupt departure, not once did his parents describe abhorrence towards the Uchiha clan or their type of work, informing the boy of his great family name and the special prowess the few typically wielded. They invoked pride within the name which he absorbed freely, content with his surname and blood as he grew with age, even intrigued by the various myths and history of the Uchiha they all but knew; Kutari particularly interested in the Sharingan and it’s wonders. Though he was taught about various makings of the world and wonders, his heart and passion would be on the Ninja arts and their mysteries, always wishing to learn more about the mystical place he inhabited. At first, his parents answered with reluctance, though with due time came to terms with the boys own interest and invited his passion with a matched purpose. Ambitious and determined, it didn’t take long until his parents trained him in the arts and combat, alongside putting an emphasis on education and knowledge which Kutari happily accepted.

As transparent as his parents acted when it came to the Shinobi world, they refused to entertain his questions of the Sharingan and how to obtain it as they themselves were victims of a much greater prowess then the basic Sharingan, at times regretting what they said as the boy’s energetic mentality would produce bizarre questions. At the time, the various stories and myths he heard were actual truths he had but no clue of it’s figurative meaning.

Kutari wasn’t the strongest boy by any means, and though he had potential required a great deal of work to actually see any efforts. Despite his continuous failures and shortcomings, he’d always make up with more dedication and heart. He required a forceful push to truly rocket beyond where he was now and succeed even his expected drop off, having a sudden flurry of prodigy like movements, though his parents refused to go too far with him. Regardless, he’d be a wise boy for his young age, he would catch on to strategic leverage rather actual combat through the various intelligence games he played with his family. Aside from his training and brain testing, he’d read and practice art whenever given the chance, namely music as it established a bond to those around him that he just couldn’t put to words, his favorite instruments being the piano, violin, and even his own body.

The world was a great place that Kutari enjoyed inhabiting within, hearing stories of the great Shinobi world beyond that he never experienced, at least until the age of ten. Having been ordered to fetch logs of wood from the forest as his parents were tasked with other work, Kutari would return as the sun would retreat to its rest. The flamboyant child hopped with joy as he looked forward to being greeted with his pleasant mother’s smile and father’s strong grasp once again for a job well done, when he noticed the door to his home cracked open, the handle and wood surrounding it damaged. Wishing to investigate the peculiar arrival of this attack, he would open the door to his home as he witnessed the horror before him as a rogue trail of blood followed the wooden flooring down to his feet.  As Kutari looked ahead of him he’d suddenly feel stuck in place, unable to move as his petrified form washed over the hellish dream he was within. His mother’s unmistakable hair the first thing he saw as the body was face first into the ground, a much taller body beside it as his cropped hair reminiscing the father he adored toppled over her in what was a horrifying site, a pool of blood echoing around them as it aimed to stretch it’s influence all throughout the flooring.

The boy had but no words to say. No movements or thoughts running throughout his fluid brain as it tried to decipher what exactly was going on, undergoing massive trauma in reaction to the sight at hand, convinced this be a terrible dream he was having in the wonderful bed those two in front of him obtained. What felt like centuries past by as a sudden force caused his father to roll on his side, staring straight into the sockets where his father’s ambar eyes once rested within, blood leaking from the gaping holes. Looking up, he’d lock his eyes upon four shifty shadows throughout the darkened household, locking eyes with the one that kicked his father over. Without little thought, Kutari felt a great deal of pain surge through his head as he tried to comprehend what all was going on, overwhelmed by the idea that this all could be a reality. A switch suddenly went off in his head as he blacked out, his senses heightened and witnessing an odd discoloration surrounding the shady characters and his perception of reality. It all seemed to move so quickly as he wailed at the four, attacking the bandits as they wished to retaliate upon his small form. It all felt like a dream that was as hazy as ever,  grabbing the weapon of one as he frantically stabbed another, kicking a man down and attempting to strangle him as he embarked in an inner lust for blood that he never knew was within him, a spite that wished to see death and the wrong done to his parents refunded in full, believing if he fought in this dream then he’d finally wake up and tell his mother about the terrible nightmare he just had.

As the majority laid on the ground while one was still standing holding his arm, Kutari heard a sudden voice calmly whisper into his ear, unaware of their presence the entire time. This voice he’d come to hate for the years to come as it was only the beginning of his tormented livelihood.

“This one will do.”

With that, Kutari would lose consciousness as he plummeted in a sea of the unknown. He’d be unaware of his current state of mind, simply waiting in a place filled with darkness, yet reliving the happier days of his downspiraling life. Upon awakening, he found himself in a luxurious room. As he waited, a man finally arrived and instructed him to follow, thus marking the moment of his enslavement. Kidnapped and taken to an underground facility which aims to train the youth in horrendous fashions and benefit from their kekkei genkai and abilities in combat through the use of espionage, arena fights and bodyguard work, Kutari found himself in a world completely unlike what he ever knew. Having been clueless of his awakening of the kekkei genkai he seeked for so long, it being a main part of his induction, Kutari was forced to train for hours upon days with little rest, the children around him being his fellow cattle as he was just another boy that likely die in a few days. Whenever a kid tried to talk back to the various Wardens that instructed the children and taught them how to fight and utilize Jutsu, they’d likely become the target of their calamity as the children would be tortured on the spot while the group was forced to watch and applaud. Torture was introduced within Kutari’s mind from an early age, the idea of being a person and having feelings meant nothing to the devils that went on to raise him, stripping his individuality away from him through however they saw fit.

For months he cried and wished he woke up from the dream he was currently within, losing his sanity as he tried to come with terms of never seeing the night sky again or feeling what was fresh air. He finally had given up after so long wishing to find a way to escape his hell hole, losing himself in the process and who he once was, though this was all apart of the plan of the higher ups that orchestrated this entire establishment, knowing the typical process of those in his position. It took awhile, though Kutari was a special case they were willing to work with as he possessed so much potential, the moment he finally rid away who he was and truly succumbed to their power was when he finally gave the dealing blow to another child he was forced to fight to the death with. At first, losing the battle on purpose so he could finally do away the life he no longer wished to live, as the boy hung above him and was planning to give the final blow, he retaliated in full as he valued his own life over the life of others, the constant torment and pain no longer being there if he simply let go of who he was. They could no longer hurt him if he fully locked away the person he once was, and turned towards a life that would be easy to live without the torture that would always follow. Watching the blood spew from the boy as he easily gained the upper hand, he knew from then on he was nothing more than a monster, one birthed from the unfortunate process of survival.

He would continuously  train and train, dedicating himself to his studies as he continued to sink himself within the persona he created to deal with the life he was now living. As he trained and grew stronger, doing what he must to look good and no longer receive the emotional trauma his heart could no longer tolerate, the boy secretly hoped for escape, believing somehow he would find a way out with his growing power, these psychopaths plans backfiring surely. As he began to grow more hope and belief that he could escape as his fellow peers seemed to have the heart beaten out of them, the Wardens around him recognized this sudden upbeat tempo and method of holding back. Informing the ringleader of what was to come, Kutari was soon called in to speak to the very man that had a voice he instantly recognized, thoughts of the night he witnessed his parents death seeped into his mind as that was the marking point of his world crashing around him. A sudden bleak sense of escape settled around him as the man by the name of Mr. Yomo would sit behind his great desk in the shifty room that was his office. Acting carefree and as kind as ever, he gifted Kutari a kitten to take care of in order to promote “good relations between the two of them.” For some days the boy tried not to attach himself to the kitten, though it’s purity in due time got past his defense, the boy for weeks taking care of the little one and providing it safety whenever he wasn’t training or studying as he continued that action freely. It was about two months when he was called back into Yomo’s office, and encouraged to kill the kitten in front of him “just for fun.” Kutari having personal relations with this cat was unable to do it, which displeased Yomo in a peculiar way, as if he was hoping the young boy would do as such. His guards took Kutari away after beating the boy for disobeying the boss, their own sadistic natures going too far as he was beaten too far as he lost consciousness.

During this time, they placed a genjutsu on the boy that was controlled freely with certain points to take in mind from his memory. Before long he woke up in his old household with his loving parents, at first mortified but truly believing the place was reality, his naive nature getting the best of him. Spending an entire day with them, he’d be in his room as they watched the boy fall asleep before asking cryptic questions as to why they didn’t save his loving parents. From then on, he awoke from a trance within the forest area he once fetched wood from in fear, as a continuous cycle would find itself bonding to him as he tried to rush home to save his parents. At a certain point, the boy began to chase his own afterimage as it held a katana, arriving just as his parents screamed, and watching as his parents lifeless bodies rose up blood shackled to them as they damned Kutari’s name to hell, wishing he never be born and his entire existence was a waste. Feeling betrayed and confused, the afterimage soon arrived and began feeding thoughts into Kutari’s head of the night this all happened, and how it truly transpired. As Kutari tried to fight these thoughts, his parents began to attack him, wishing to kill the boy, just as they got the upperhand the cycle continued. Rushing to the household as quickly as he could, he’d open the door as the afterimage arrived, his parents words echoing throughout his mind for what felt like days as the image continuously spoke and handed him the blade. It all a sea of hell that he couldn’t escape, emotions from the few years of torture that he had to repress now finally catching up as the entire time he hoped the whole stay was a dream, only to learn of his parents disgust of him and intent to never save him from what he found himself apart of. The final day, he arrived to the door with blade already in his own hand, his parents welcoming him as he cut them both down with ease and joy, relieving himself of the continuous disgust he heard in his head.

Weeks elapsed in this genjutsu as he tried to fight back it’s efforts, though as he was finally released from its efforts he came out a new person, worried about his own livelihood and knowing he could trust no one. The boy was no longer hoping for help or to be saved, or thinking naively as he was slowly converted into the person he is to this day, alongside the efforts of releasing so much trauma in his head to fully develop his sharingan to the third tomoe, aware of it’s development as Mr. Yomo offered some advice in the genjutsu as the afterimage with his extensive knowledge.

From then on, Kutari was a changed man and his peers noticed it instantly, aware that Yomo finally got to one of the very few people that somehow resisted the induction into this place. A much more manipulative and sadistic individual as he took pleasure in killing and causing destruction, he fully invited the persona that he created so long ago. Wishing to gain stronger as he no longer was interested in this facility, seeing them as helping him reach the truth of the way the world truly works and helping him with his naivety, Kutari trained with more ferocity and heart to easily become a favorite of Yomo. Dedicating himself mainly to Bukijutsu and Fuuinjutsu, he took pride in those two skill sets as they were the main interest of his Shinobi capabilities. Now an active member of various tasks Yomo instructed him to do of the age of 16, 6 years into the facilities “program,” he gained experience with espionage and assassination frequently, becoming the bloody killer that he believed he needed to be in this forsaken world. He always planned to kill Yomo when given the chance, though needed more time to truly get powerful as he was a formidable opponent from what he saw beforehand, always watching his targets and taking notes.

Soon Kutari entered the underground arena to get Yomo currency in his victories, in which Kutari was forced to partake in. Battle after battle he succeeded in achieving victory, though he always wished to at least kill the targets. The arena had a rule of no killing, likely to prioritize the merchandise being the fighters, though it truly took away from the real life situation of battle that he was trained in for so long. An entire year flew by as it marked his seventh year captive to this man as he neared his plan of escaping, wishing to be free of the small place he knew for so long, wishing to be free as he no longer wished to be a captive to another person. This plan all but crashed down as the village known as Konoha caught wind of these illegal fights and facilities happening and planned a siege on the area, just as Kutari was within the locker rooms preparing for his coming battle. As many other facility ringleaders fled and captured, Kutari and his “peers” of enslavement were approached with a proposition, being to join the village of Konoha and join the military there, or be imprisoned as accomplices of the many leaders there. Kutari, seeing this as nothing more then another farce to become enslaved again just with a new title and maybe a longer leash, reluctantly agreed, seeing as he couldn’t escape a prison as easily as open skies. This marking the end of his times within the facility he much rather have, though still no fan of this sudden place asserting their dominance over these lands despite the talk of the formed village aiding them in his peers efforts to escape. Kutari was a man that rather stick to himself,  finding difficulty believing in others and rather his own skill. His plan now in crumbles, he was disappointed to hear Yomo also escape the clutches of his place, though happy to know he could likely hunt the man in time.

Now a shinobi of Konoha, he was put straight to work to test out what exactly the teen was capable of. Exceeding expectations as he was trained mercilessly for years and even experimented on by various underground researchers to find a way to gain an upper age in combat, Kutari proved to be a valuable asset to missions of higher quality. Though the council of the village feared Kutari’s antisocial personality and his disinterest in hiding his sadistic nature, hoping the boy not only be an efficient Shinobi but a great citizen that caused little issues as he was difficult to approach. He was instructed to take a job at the Academy for aspiring Shinobi, hoping the children’s mentality and purity alongside the academy instructors guidance would paint a better road for Kutari’s future, aware of what he could potentially do. His presence in the village already being a gamble, they believed this to be the best approach, though he met few that were truly interested to him, if anything the childish nature of them all irritating the boy as the heads of the village believed this to be proper.

Having taken the coming Chuunin Exam, he passed as he made it clear that he was no simple Genin by any means. Though Kutari appreciated the increase in his salary, he was still irritated by how much his abilities were not truly recognized in this ranking system, not use to such a formal way of ranking your Shinobi. All he grew up knowing was that whoever was strongest would be at the top, the rest would follow in good fashion.

As a Chuunin, the boy was able to work alone easier as he no longer had a team or anyone trying to hold him back, making little connections with his Sensei or anyone of the likes. He trained tiressely throughout the many nights he failed to sleep, a consequence from the many nightmares and hellish times he easily relieved within the facility he was forced to join, always thinking of killing Yomo and making the several years of pain worth it.

Being a proud member of the Uchiha clan, he struggled conforming to their odd methods and traditions as they were such a close fitted clan, he wasn’t used to the many customs they typical followed as he never obtained the nurturing to such a degree as his new clansmen. Though the restless teen would attempt and respect them, he’d focus more on his tasks at hand as he wished to perfect his skills. Witnessing the various personalities and relationships that people had within the village, it was difficult to truly fit in as he never made an outright attempt to change, seeing himself as foolish for even thinking about trying to obtain comrades.

Kutari’s efforts were surely noted and witnessed by the leadership of Konoha, him being claimed by the recent siege of an illegal gambling ring and doing so much to better the village through missions, with the right price he took them without ever bickering. The few times he was forced to lead, the teen did so without saying much and did his part in making a success out of the combined efforts, though it was obvious he struggled socially and in groups due to his past, the council could barely imagine what all he endured and how long he was present there as he never shared much. Though they took a leap with him, wishing to see the man become a much more involved citizen of Konoha as they gave him the rank of Jounin, expecting him to take on the role of a Sensei and teach his students the proper conditions of a Shinobi, they believed a bond with promising Genin needing teaching would light a fire within Kutari and how he operated, potentially setting him down a road with more humanity within. Though the option of Anbu would of fit the boy perfectly, he still wonders to this day why he was never elected for such a role, though time would inevitably tell as he awaits this new squad he would be forced to take under his wing as he dreamed of the lack of responsibility outside the walls.

Personality:

The most prominent personality trait Kutari possesses would be “indifferent” towards the world around it. Individuals seen as compassionate and understanding would simply label him quiet and truthful, while those lacking the same gentle touch say he’s cruelly blunt and lacking of empathy as they fail to ignore the surging malice within his eyes.  An anomaly within the comprehension of humanity, he sees as much value in a human life as a midnight snack, completely unnecessary but an option nonetheless, holding off a person’s appetite until morning’s breakfast. His distant exterior is simply a farce to keep those that pick too much at bay, an attempted truce between people to not release the aborrhence that rests inside. Though a multitude have tried,  none have successfully solved the mystery which is Kutari, be it that they gave up long ago or are still trying.

The teen is typically seen working alone or resenting the presence of others who aren’t of particular interest. Not only does he favor the solo approach as he’s developed a strong sense of distrust with the human race as a whole, but those he consider conversing with seriously need to be extremely interesting in his eyes which is already subjective. His interest in others wavers as it depends on the type of interest and circumstances, though it’s typically seen that he’s attracted to those that’ll provide an interesting memory or laugh that’ll soothe his constant boredom. Possessing a sadistic humor, appealing to his interest with an enticing proposition or story would be an easier approach for him to pay anyone mind, though the issue lies in meeting his high expectations from an individual before he becomes too bored. Working hand and hand with his indifference, he usually watches the masses of people purely for entertainment as he’s developed an unhealthy habit of discrediting the competence of individuals all around, observing for some joy to get away from his own crumbling mindset.

Despite his own faults, Kutari is a great judge of character, having been forced to develop this skill over the years as he was inducted into espionage work and studying of human behavior. He makes a point to analyze any individuals that cross his path in case they turn into an enemy within the future, recalling certain facts and tidbits from previous encounters. He prides himself in figuring out the thoughts of others and developing a profile of people, peering into their psyche based on the most simplest of words and is typically correct from his critical thinking.

Kutari is seen to be quite sadistic, enjoying the sight of other people’s suffering in a plethora of ways, a developed trait he had to invoked within himself to come to terms with the insanity that surrounded his life for seven years. At first only a show within the many faces he plays, this certain aspect took over in all it’s essence as he began to believe what he fed himself for so long. It could be seen at times he would inject himself in a situation in order to simply create chaos and drama to watch the festivities as pure enjoyment, alongside cooperating in mischievous work to provide an interesting puppet show.

The young Uchiha is manipulative and carries a foul malice that oozes from his skin. He enjoys playing people in circles and getting a rise out of them, incorporating that into his battle strategy as it’s already  great part of who he is. He knows his way around words in order to get what he wants, be it information in subliminal fashion to even rallying his allies, aware of the power of words. He typically is able to control his outburst and anger when need be as he’s no fool, though Kutari is without a doubt open about his disgust or hatred towards an individual without little resistance, in fact hoping to get into a fight as he craves the passion of combat so strongly. He wields a strong creativity and thought process to come about goals he embarks upon, usually including a scheme that could very well pay off in his favor, whatever that may be.

The overwhelming trait he dances around would be his passion for combat, being tactically aware and coordinated in all of his fashion. Though he’d love to truly get sucked into a battle, he holds himself back as he favors having a cool head and securing his victory rather losing his cool and becoming passionate on the battlefield. A victim to a system that forced him to fight day in and day out he was primed with the mentality that combat is good and what keeps you alive, in which case he trains himself extensively with little breaks. Be it a physical or verbal war, he takes it all seriously and wishes to come out victorious. Combat is but a love that only worked against him as he discovered it in such a fashion, it becoming a bloodlusting frenzy that is out of control which he feels entitled to continue. The battle hungry soul he’s been “blessed” with has guided him for years now, always leading him into battle and out.  

Kutari will never be able to escape the life he’s lived up to this point, fully aware of the person he is now and the sins he’s committed all because he was too afraid to die. Unable to forgive himself for what transpired in his years alive and what all he forsaken, he hates what he has become and otherwise needs to sink deeper into this persona of himself to escape the emptiness of his void like heart. Though he enjoys peaceful scenarios and nature, he impulsively feels inclined to leave or stop his moments of rest as he begins to relive everything he’s experienced until then, unable to come to terms with the life he never wanted. A true victim of extreme circumstance, he’s at a crossroad unable to go towards any particular path that he doesn’t already know, comfortable with the livelihood he’s embraced and unable to let it go. With this, the teen is unsure about whether he wishes to obtain forgiveness in himself or continue down this road  as it’s what’s protected him all this time, otherwise being a corpse like the ones he already buried in his time within the facility.  


Roleplay Sample:

The air remained hushed in unsettling fear as its nerves misfired to influence the stillness around. The beaming sun seeming to linger in it’s unorthodox position, peering down upon the village from an uneasy angle. The trees remained stagnant, unable to move as it sensed the attitude of the village some distance away, the Tekiatsu lake keeping to itself and guiding it’s chakra mended forest to follow suit. One of its former visitors moving on with their life, aiming to attain a new sense of understanding and comprehension of freedom and independence, finding it troublesome to figure out if they will succeed upon their newfound purpose; If they will ever be seen again. From the distance this troubled soul sat unwavering, taking in the staggered world that failed to rid itself of the continuous buffering going on. A streamlined hiccup and inaudible conversation as the townspeople seemed like poorly designed figures all bunched up together, a studying eye coming to this same conclusion. Watching the typical passersby from a hard working vendor, a mundane elder picking out oranges for her family, lazy boys walking the street searching for some new clothing. In its most thriving of times, it was all such a bland ordeal, one that summoned a sour distaste among his lips.


Kutari had gotten soft. These same individuals that held the major population of the village were the focal point of Kutari’s sudden queasy attitude, a moment's time away from the life of misery and survival would be all it took to revert back into a scary crybaby. How pitiful of him, to be easily torn down once given a moments rest, reconsidering his entire life choices and passions all thanks to this god forsaken village. Upon entering this village, he was a hardened boy able to handle any circumstance always being on his toes, suppressing such ridiculous thoughts. Yet now, this change in scenery not only shed away the tough skin he obtained over the years, but caused him to reconsider the life of a Shinobi, the only thing he had left in his life. A flock of birds soaring high in the sky as he stood atop of a roof within the village, his yellow eyes tracked the flock as they made their way right above him, keeping their steady approach as they traveled far and beyond the territory this village had to offer. Like a bird destined to fly, taking away their wings would only mean death as they’d be left behind as a burden to the flock in question, stripping away the only thing the avian had to live for, what drove its survival. Such a similar phenomenon happening right before his eyes, the walls of this village once making him feel so anxious and restricted, offering an idea of protection the boy never once felt before. Now the same walls bestowing joy and freedom, away from what the true world had to offer, the many mysteries to be discovered. He was trapped here, withering away within the confines of the village. After only but a few days of rediscovering himself, it would be time to finally come back to reality and escape this living hell that aimed to keep him oppressed. No longer would he fall victim to this place and it’s shams. Tonight would be the night he’d never have to fill the hollow clutches of these walls again, comforting him in a crude manner as they stripped away all of which he once possessed and held dear to his heart. The village would lose another, for the better good of his own life goals. Getting up from his long isolation, he’d hurry along to begin gathering his belongings.



Midnight would present itself heroically as the village continued it’s enjoyable slumber. Throughout this time, Kutari kept to himself as he planned and prepared for his adventure out, leaving behind where he once received hospitality, recognizing his overstay. He had little to begin with, living on what he could obtain and purchase from the markets of the village, bringing a backpack with food supplies. His ninja tools being within his weapon pouch. It would be a long journey wherever it was he would travel to, and he’d need to make haste soon enough to gain some distance from the village. He knew full well the consequences of his actions, though he had enough of playing house in this wretched place. Having already been named a Shinobi for this village, he also knew the typical guard rotation for the village gates upon nearing them, and how to take care of any watchmen that would likely be an obstacle in his path to freedom. Treason meant nothing to the boy, having little comprehension of such a policy after what he’s experienced. Leaving behind the headband he was gifted as being a Shinobi of this village in his small home, he left what was becoming too comfortable. Donning a black cloak underneath his typical formal attire of black slacks, black shoes and a button up white t-shirt, he would leave with haste.


Nearing the gates in the dead of night, he stuck to the shadows as he studied the guard movements all around the gate. During a time of peace and prosperity, the number of guards would come to be very few in comparison to a high alert situation. After several minutes of watching these lax Shinobi guard the out to the village, Kutari figured it was time to act. Seeing the two guardsmen in front of the gate, not including those operating the actual opening and closing of the gates within the building beside, Kutari would start by creating a clone of himself to move on the opposition side of the wall as they both neared the exit. Advising his clone to rustle some bushes and create a distraction on its side, Kutari would swoop in while the guards would be distracted to execute his plan. First targeting the closest to him as he watched his partner go check out the sudden noise, Kutari would bring his arm up to his head as he masked the potential screams or audible resistance from the male, having his other hand wielding his kunai to slice the man’s throat. Feeling the limp body losing life, he’d ditch the body as he ran with the same kunai behind the distracted guard as he leaped towards her with his legs sunk into his chest. His kunai out and open, he’d land on her back as he allowed his other hand to grab her hair fiercely and force it in a downward motion as his feet plunged into her back and his kunai pierced the girls neck. Taking this leap as she walked towards the distraction, she’d be put off balance by this sudden force plunging to the ground where he’d bury her face into the sand below, muffling her screams and cries as she lost her life in the line of duty.


Now ridden of these two generic looking guards, he’d make his way towards the guardpost building after transforming into the female guard he just killed with his jutsu. Casually entering the building, he’d wave towards the final Shinobi inside relaxing and waiting for his shift to end. Unable to mimic the girl’s voice as he no clue as to the tone, he could only make kind gestures to give the man a calming expression and comfort. The same comfort that would be the end of him. Walking towards him as Kutari continued to be mute to attempt and “recover” an item in the post, as seen from Kutari’s outward gesture with the left hand from an object beside the sitting fellow, taking advantage of the resized bust to try and appeal to the man’s fantasies, once getting close enough he’d have his same kunai in the right go up and over the guard’s body and into his heart from the front, making sure to stick it deeply within as the man tried to retaliate, his own desires putting him to rest. Quickly preparing the latch to open the gates after dispelling his transformation, he’d watch as the gate doors began to open in full throttle. Knowing time was of the essence in this situation, he quickly acted upon phase two of his escape.


Knowing that two guards would be posted on the other side of the village gates to welcome any visitors, he’d send out his previous clone to gather their attention as he made sure to keep the dead guards outside the post in plain sight, hoping to tempt the guards to fall for the trap of Kutari’s clone being the culprit. As he ran beside their shocked attitudes, acting as if he wished to make a quick escape, the two would follow as the clone aimed to lead them to the left of where they were once positioned. Taking the bait, the two would follow, just as the real Kutari came from the post and took after the two once again distracted guards. As they would close the distance between the clone and themselves, Kutari would make up for that distance by launching his previous murder weapon and another at the two to end them simultaneously, aimed towards the back of the skulls as the clone made sure to keep them on the same trail as they surely believed their currently closing distance meant the fastest approach. Just as they ceased calling out for his clone and prepared their own weapons to kill with, the two would only seconds later lay lifeless on the ground. Running towards them to extract the kunai’s and add them back to his arsenal, he’d dissipate the clone and begin to run into the night as he was close to finally making his escape from this hell. Knowing full and well he’d never return here, giving one final glance at the sight of the village as he felt his safety evaporating, so far within his plans yet having no regrets. This was the proper way to go about his wishes, it potentially meaning death but of no importance to his mission at hand.

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