Name: Natsuki Uchiha
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Village: Konoha
Rank: Genin
Title: N/A
Clan: Uchiha
Bloodline: Uchiha
Element(s): Doton
Skill(s): Kenjutsu, Ninjutsu
Stats
Unique Abilities
Totally Unique: In his laziness, he half assed learning to do hand seals and accidentally made it work for him. Natsuki Uchiha can weave hand seals with only one hand. When he does so, he loses 1 tier of Coordination in that hand for the purposes of weaving those seals.
Appearance
Natsuki has long black hair which falls to the middle of his back, letting it fall haphazardly and often unkempt. He sports a deep tan from lazing about during the day. His eyes are black, like many among his clan, and his features are soft and unassuming. He usually is wearing what used to be a fairly formal kimono and his favorite orange haori, both scuffed and torn and stained with dirt from overuse, wear, and tear- what he calls love. He stands at 6' with a slender build and an unassuming katana at his hip.
History
“Don’t stick your neck out,” that’s his mantra. Doing too much for this world gets you killed; those were the lessons Natuski took from Satomi, from Akihiro, from the myriad of Konoha dead. What good is the cool morning sun on your face, or the dewey damp grass at your back, to the dead? Nothing, and yet on it goes.
He happened into the shinobi lifestyle by all but accident, demonstrating some mediocre ability and the constant prodding of his parents to follow in their footsteps. He didn’t love nor hate it as much as he did the idea of serving ramen on the street, it was just the path of least resistance. He graduated middle of his class. Not the prodigy, not the underdog, just Natsuki- Genin. And so it began, the monotony of the lowest of the low missions; dog walking, assisting the elderly, package delivery, even blood donation. Whatever bare minimum he needed to retain his status as a shinobi and live a modest life.
Training Ninjutsu? Enough to make some missions easier or to make the most perfect chilling spots. His katana? Some hand-me-down that he uses to whittle or even as an ordinary walking stick. He’s watched chuunin exam after chuunin exam pass him by. No one entered him into one, not that he’d want to if they did. “Don’t stick your neck out.” He’s a leaf blowing in the wind, indistinguishable from any NPC you’ve interacted with… for now.
Personality
Natsuki was always a quiet kid, not really one to go out of his comfort zone unless he was somehow forced. He likes to keep to himself, sitting in quiet contemplation about this or that. While he has a kind heart and love for the people of Konoha, he generally has little care for the things going on around him. He’ll take a mission to get the cat out of the tree, and he’ll do it well enough to be paid, but the world doesn’t care about him- why should he feel any differently? He’s learned from observation that effort and change get people killed, so he’s content to lay back in the grass and enjoy the day while he’s got it. Wouldn’t the world be a better place if more shinobi had so little ambition?
Roleplay Sample: I once made an entire site think being a goat fit in this universe, does that count for anything?
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Village: Konoha
Rank: Genin
Title: N/A
Clan: Uchiha
Bloodline: Uchiha
Element(s): Doton
Skill(s): Kenjutsu, Ninjutsu
Stats
- Strength: D
- Constitution: D
- Stamina: D
- Speed: C
- Coordination: C
- Intelligence: D
- Perception: D
Unique Abilities
Totally Unique: In his laziness, he half assed learning to do hand seals and accidentally made it work for him. Natsuki Uchiha can weave hand seals with only one hand. When he does so, he loses 1 tier of Coordination in that hand for the purposes of weaving those seals.
Appearance
Natsuki has long black hair which falls to the middle of his back, letting it fall haphazardly and often unkempt. He sports a deep tan from lazing about during the day. His eyes are black, like many among his clan, and his features are soft and unassuming. He usually is wearing what used to be a fairly formal kimono and his favorite orange haori, both scuffed and torn and stained with dirt from overuse, wear, and tear- what he calls love. He stands at 6' with a slender build and an unassuming katana at his hip.
History
“Don’t stick your neck out,” that’s his mantra. Doing too much for this world gets you killed; those were the lessons Natuski took from Satomi, from Akihiro, from the myriad of Konoha dead. What good is the cool morning sun on your face, or the dewey damp grass at your back, to the dead? Nothing, and yet on it goes.
He happened into the shinobi lifestyle by all but accident, demonstrating some mediocre ability and the constant prodding of his parents to follow in their footsteps. He didn’t love nor hate it as much as he did the idea of serving ramen on the street, it was just the path of least resistance. He graduated middle of his class. Not the prodigy, not the underdog, just Natsuki- Genin. And so it began, the monotony of the lowest of the low missions; dog walking, assisting the elderly, package delivery, even blood donation. Whatever bare minimum he needed to retain his status as a shinobi and live a modest life.
Training Ninjutsu? Enough to make some missions easier or to make the most perfect chilling spots. His katana? Some hand-me-down that he uses to whittle or even as an ordinary walking stick. He’s watched chuunin exam after chuunin exam pass him by. No one entered him into one, not that he’d want to if they did. “Don’t stick your neck out.” He’s a leaf blowing in the wind, indistinguishable from any NPC you’ve interacted with… for now.
Personality
Natsuki was always a quiet kid, not really one to go out of his comfort zone unless he was somehow forced. He likes to keep to himself, sitting in quiet contemplation about this or that. While he has a kind heart and love for the people of Konoha, he generally has little care for the things going on around him. He’ll take a mission to get the cat out of the tree, and he’ll do it well enough to be paid, but the world doesn’t care about him- why should he feel any differently? He’s learned from observation that effort and change get people killed, so he’s content to lay back in the grass and enjoy the day while he’s got it. Wouldn’t the world be a better place if more shinobi had so little ambition?
Roleplay Sample: I once made an entire site think being a goat fit in this universe, does that count for anything?
