Name: Hayate Tadashi
Age: 12
Physical Description: While he reaches slightly higher than most other boys his age at 5'2" Tadashi has a more meager appearance to him weighing a bit less than his peers at around 80 pounds. This disparity between his height and weight makes him stand out in a crowd as someone who would be easy to push around.
Wavy medium length light black hair sits atop his head and obscures his dark brown eyes which always have a sullen look to them. A quick glance at his face most times would reveal a blank or melancholy expression.
He is always seen wearing an old oversized dark black jacket with his hands in his pockets. The rest of his outfit is equally monotone and worn with dark pants and shoes matching his jacket.
Despite his clothes being old and worn out, Tadashi keeps them and his fair colored skin obsessively clean.
Mental Description: On a normal given day Tadashi can be found by his lonesome in silent thought. Others would call him gloomy and distant, and while he doesn't let it show, these comments bother him at his core. While he seems like he's always daydreaming or thinking of something else, in reality he's actually hyper vigilant about his surrounds and takes all he hears to heart.
This has turned Tadashi into a very quiet, soft spoken, and shy child without any friends. Lacking in companionship and full of self esteem issues about his size and appearance he has little to no confidence in himself or his abilities.
His deepest desire is to form a close bond with others and have a meaningful connection. One where he can speak freely and openly with someone he could truly call a friend.
He comes off cold and dismissive, but he has a heart of gold and is incredibly sweet and caring on the inside.
History: Coming from a small clan with no notoriety or wealth, Tadashi has led a quiet life. With little money to his families name they often wear hand me downs such as his prized possession — His older brother Hisoka's jacket.
Despite keeping his clothes as clean as possible the wear and tear would ultimately show regardless, causing his more fortunate peers to grief him while growing up over their worn out appearance.
Growing up with constant bullying Tadashi's parents were concerned and wanted to help his confidence so he could be a productive member of the village someday like his older brother. They enrolled Tadashi in the academy and while he was recluctant and unsure of his abilities, he was excited and proud to follow in his brothers footsteps before him.
Then one fateful day after attending class he was being picked on in the usual manner until one of the students, a boy named Ikari became physically aggressive. He grabbed Tadashi by his jacket and held him there for a moment while others chimed in with insults.
"You're so poor!" "How old are those shoes?!" "What a runt!" The voices and words swirled around him and he shut his eyes and tuned them out like he'd always done until one sentence stood out in crystal clarity to his ears: "Hey, pass me a kunai. Let's tear up this stupid old jacket, it's full of holes anyways"
The voice had come from the Ikari who had reached one arm out for a kunai but was still holding him by the jacket. With no prior experience fighting Tadashi reflexively swung an arm, slapping his antagonist in the face with a solid smacking noise. The crowd grew silent with several gasps. The vicious smile quickly left Ikari's face as it started to turn red and contort into a scowl. Then Ikari threw Tadashi against the wall of lockers behind him. After Tadashi slammed into the wall with a clang he looked up in a rage at Ikari. He had never been injured by another person before this day and he found it unacceptable. Tadashi charged at Ikari and shoved him with all the force he could muster and then some. His shove was amplified as a gale of wind emerged from his hands at the point of contact and thrusted Ikari across the hallway into the opposite wall of lockers causing one to bend and break on impact. Ikari fell in a slump and the other children scattered.
Tadashi looked at his hands in awe at this newfound power, and vowed that this would be the last time he was ever pushed around.
Age: 12
Physical Description: While he reaches slightly higher than most other boys his age at 5'2" Tadashi has a more meager appearance to him weighing a bit less than his peers at around 80 pounds. This disparity between his height and weight makes him stand out in a crowd as someone who would be easy to push around.
Wavy medium length light black hair sits atop his head and obscures his dark brown eyes which always have a sullen look to them. A quick glance at his face most times would reveal a blank or melancholy expression.
He is always seen wearing an old oversized dark black jacket with his hands in his pockets. The rest of his outfit is equally monotone and worn with dark pants and shoes matching his jacket.
Despite his clothes being old and worn out, Tadashi keeps them and his fair colored skin obsessively clean.
Mental Description: On a normal given day Tadashi can be found by his lonesome in silent thought. Others would call him gloomy and distant, and while he doesn't let it show, these comments bother him at his core. While he seems like he's always daydreaming or thinking of something else, in reality he's actually hyper vigilant about his surrounds and takes all he hears to heart.
This has turned Tadashi into a very quiet, soft spoken, and shy child without any friends. Lacking in companionship and full of self esteem issues about his size and appearance he has little to no confidence in himself or his abilities.
His deepest desire is to form a close bond with others and have a meaningful connection. One where he can speak freely and openly with someone he could truly call a friend.
He comes off cold and dismissive, but he has a heart of gold and is incredibly sweet and caring on the inside.
History: Coming from a small clan with no notoriety or wealth, Tadashi has led a quiet life. With little money to his families name they often wear hand me downs such as his prized possession — His older brother Hisoka's jacket.
Despite keeping his clothes as clean as possible the wear and tear would ultimately show regardless, causing his more fortunate peers to grief him while growing up over their worn out appearance.
Growing up with constant bullying Tadashi's parents were concerned and wanted to help his confidence so he could be a productive member of the village someday like his older brother. They enrolled Tadashi in the academy and while he was recluctant and unsure of his abilities, he was excited and proud to follow in his brothers footsteps before him.
Then one fateful day after attending class he was being picked on in the usual manner until one of the students, a boy named Ikari became physically aggressive. He grabbed Tadashi by his jacket and held him there for a moment while others chimed in with insults.
"You're so poor!" "How old are those shoes?!" "What a runt!" The voices and words swirled around him and he shut his eyes and tuned them out like he'd always done until one sentence stood out in crystal clarity to his ears: "Hey, pass me a kunai. Let's tear up this stupid old jacket, it's full of holes anyways"
The voice had come from the Ikari who had reached one arm out for a kunai but was still holding him by the jacket. With no prior experience fighting Tadashi reflexively swung an arm, slapping his antagonist in the face with a solid smacking noise. The crowd grew silent with several gasps. The vicious smile quickly left Ikari's face as it started to turn red and contort into a scowl. Then Ikari threw Tadashi against the wall of lockers behind him. After Tadashi slammed into the wall with a clang he looked up in a rage at Ikari. He had never been injured by another person before this day and he found it unacceptable. Tadashi charged at Ikari and shoved him with all the force he could muster and then some. His shove was amplified as a gale of wind emerged from his hands at the point of contact and thrusted Ikari across the hallway into the opposite wall of lockers causing one to bend and break on impact. Ikari fell in a slump and the other children scattered.
Tadashi looked at his hands in awe at this newfound power, and vowed that this would be the last time he was ever pushed around.
