Name: Hajimeru Jinmei
Age: 7
Description: Jinmei stands at a meek 4'3, rounded by the consumption of confections that taste oh-so sweet. He is often seen wearing a ragged white tank top, attired with ragged blue shorts and wooden sandals for footwear. Jinmei has soft brown eyes, average eyes that never really capture the attention of a second glance. His face is chubby, the baby fat still clinging onto his bones. His scruffy appearance makes him all the more pathetic in the eyes of those who pass by him.
Mental Description: His upbringing has been one of love, hardened by a family of over twenty people. Jinmei has no possessions but his family, a few thrown out toys that refuse to work but that doesn't bother him in the slightest. A child with no love, no real family is a sad child. One doesn't need to be born into wealth to feel warm at night, riches and possessions don't protect a child like a family who have taken you in from day one. Jinmei is indeed a happy, strong-willed child that will light up the way for a new generation of shinobi.
Background:
Hajimeru Jinmei was born into poverty, his mother and father were unknown to the world, and it was anyone's guess as to why they abandoned their child at birth. Their story could have been heart wrenching, painful and full of hard choices but we would never know, and nor would their sapling; Jinmei. He had not known the loving embrace of a mother, nor the scolding temperament of his father and for that reason he did not miss these things that had never entered his life.
Now, this may seem like a cliched story that has plagued the centuries, an attempt to tug on the heart strings of those that dared listen, but alas Jinmei was in no way a sad child. He was branded a street rat by most, scolded by almost everyone but that didn't break his smile. A child who learned how to survive thanks to the sweet devotion of the homeless, the less fortunate that defended this little life from cradle, and when the time came, to grave. This adoptive family of more than 20 sought no insidious agenda against the boy, they didn't use or abuse him, but simply cared and nurtured him the way anyone would want to be loved.
Jinmei was named by the group of homeless, they clothed and bathed him as much as they could. The village of Iwa was indeed a harsh place to live but they survived the trials of life; together. And in an attempt to make a change in this world, they pulled together all of their savings, all of the coins and gold that fell from pockets and was thrown their way, to send the young sprout into training to become a shinobi. Many of the homeless had families, children of their own, each of their stories brought tears to their own eyes every night but Jinmei was a way of redemption.
The family of rats and dogs would raise a lion.
Age: 7
Description: Jinmei stands at a meek 4'3, rounded by the consumption of confections that taste oh-so sweet. He is often seen wearing a ragged white tank top, attired with ragged blue shorts and wooden sandals for footwear. Jinmei has soft brown eyes, average eyes that never really capture the attention of a second glance. His face is chubby, the baby fat still clinging onto his bones. His scruffy appearance makes him all the more pathetic in the eyes of those who pass by him.
Mental Description: His upbringing has been one of love, hardened by a family of over twenty people. Jinmei has no possessions but his family, a few thrown out toys that refuse to work but that doesn't bother him in the slightest. A child with no love, no real family is a sad child. One doesn't need to be born into wealth to feel warm at night, riches and possessions don't protect a child like a family who have taken you in from day one. Jinmei is indeed a happy, strong-willed child that will light up the way for a new generation of shinobi.
Background:
Hajimeru Jinmei was born into poverty, his mother and father were unknown to the world, and it was anyone's guess as to why they abandoned their child at birth. Their story could have been heart wrenching, painful and full of hard choices but we would never know, and nor would their sapling; Jinmei. He had not known the loving embrace of a mother, nor the scolding temperament of his father and for that reason he did not miss these things that had never entered his life.
Now, this may seem like a cliched story that has plagued the centuries, an attempt to tug on the heart strings of those that dared listen, but alas Jinmei was in no way a sad child. He was branded a street rat by most, scolded by almost everyone but that didn't break his smile. A child who learned how to survive thanks to the sweet devotion of the homeless, the less fortunate that defended this little life from cradle, and when the time came, to grave. This adoptive family of more than 20 sought no insidious agenda against the boy, they didn't use or abuse him, but simply cared and nurtured him the way anyone would want to be loved.
Jinmei was named by the group of homeless, they clothed and bathed him as much as they could. The village of Iwa was indeed a harsh place to live but they survived the trials of life; together. And in an attempt to make a change in this world, they pulled together all of their savings, all of the coins and gold that fell from pockets and was thrown their way, to send the young sprout into training to become a shinobi. Many of the homeless had families, children of their own, each of their stories brought tears to their own eyes every night but Jinmei was a way of redemption.
The family of rats and dogs would raise a lion.
