Name: Kuroba Ken
Age: 8
Physical Description: At just under 4 feet tall and weighing in at a meager 50 pounds, Ken is certainly scrawny, though that is to be expected from a child of his age. He has the pale skin typical of a child born in the darkness of the subterranean sand village. A wild, unkempt mop of raven black hair tops his head, not quite reaching his shoulders. His icy blue eyes are wide and energetic, perpetually darting about with child-like curiosity. Ken's face is constantly plastered with a goofy but friendly grin, a missing front tooth further complementing his childish image. His wardrobe is filled with plain tshirts and cargo shorts, most of which are a bit large on the boy. On his feet almost always rest his trusty pair of black and sage green sneakers, well worn from aggressive use.
Mental Description: Ken is bright, playful, and dangerously curious. He loves to learn new things, and as such can commonly be found reading or asking his elders an infuriating number of questions. Headstrong, Ken is unlikely to simply follow instructions if he doesn't understand why they are being given. He can be brash at times, overconfident in his knowledge and abilities in the way that only the most inexperienced can be. While he isn't afraid to ask questions when he doesn't know an answer, he is equally unafraid to challenge others when he thinks they have an answer wrong.
History: The blood of the first men runs strong in Ken's veins. At least that's what his grandpa tells him. The men of the Kuroba line have for generations defended the kazekage and the sanctity of Suna, and though Ken's grandpa speaks only disdainfully of his daughter-in-law "diluting" his rich heritage, he is confident that Ken will make a spectacular shinobi. Ken was born to a high ranking ANBU shinobi and a woman from another land. Unfortunately, he was never given a chance to know his mother. She lived through a case of the red death in the time when Suna was first evacuating underground. Though she survived the brush with death, her health was never the same, and she was unable to handle Ken's birth. Though torn from the loss of his love, Ken's father continued to dutifully serve his village and raise his son until his own untimely demise at the hands of the Djinn. The next couple of years were rough for Ken, but he was able to keep his chin up thanks to the support of his grandfather, and the escape provided by a vast collection of books. Determined to follow in the example of his bloodline, Ken enthusiastically joined the academy at 8 years old, the earliest he could legally apply. With his pedigree and an influential word from his grandfather, his acceptance was all but guaranteed. Grand tales of heroism and great destiny buzzing in his head, he was ready to make his own mark on the world.
Age: 8
Physical Description: At just under 4 feet tall and weighing in at a meager 50 pounds, Ken is certainly scrawny, though that is to be expected from a child of his age. He has the pale skin typical of a child born in the darkness of the subterranean sand village. A wild, unkempt mop of raven black hair tops his head, not quite reaching his shoulders. His icy blue eyes are wide and energetic, perpetually darting about with child-like curiosity. Ken's face is constantly plastered with a goofy but friendly grin, a missing front tooth further complementing his childish image. His wardrobe is filled with plain tshirts and cargo shorts, most of which are a bit large on the boy. On his feet almost always rest his trusty pair of black and sage green sneakers, well worn from aggressive use.
Mental Description: Ken is bright, playful, and dangerously curious. He loves to learn new things, and as such can commonly be found reading or asking his elders an infuriating number of questions. Headstrong, Ken is unlikely to simply follow instructions if he doesn't understand why they are being given. He can be brash at times, overconfident in his knowledge and abilities in the way that only the most inexperienced can be. While he isn't afraid to ask questions when he doesn't know an answer, he is equally unafraid to challenge others when he thinks they have an answer wrong.
History: The blood of the first men runs strong in Ken's veins. At least that's what his grandpa tells him. The men of the Kuroba line have for generations defended the kazekage and the sanctity of Suna, and though Ken's grandpa speaks only disdainfully of his daughter-in-law "diluting" his rich heritage, he is confident that Ken will make a spectacular shinobi. Ken was born to a high ranking ANBU shinobi and a woman from another land. Unfortunately, he was never given a chance to know his mother. She lived through a case of the red death in the time when Suna was first evacuating underground. Though she survived the brush with death, her health was never the same, and she was unable to handle Ken's birth. Though torn from the loss of his love, Ken's father continued to dutifully serve his village and raise his son until his own untimely demise at the hands of the Djinn. The next couple of years were rough for Ken, but he was able to keep his chin up thanks to the support of his grandfather, and the escape provided by a vast collection of books. Determined to follow in the example of his bloodline, Ken enthusiastically joined the academy at 8 years old, the earliest he could legally apply. With his pedigree and an influential word from his grandfather, his acceptance was all but guaranteed. Grand tales of heroism and great destiny buzzing in his head, he was ready to make his own mark on the world.
