Name: Okamoto Susumu
Age: 10
Gender: Male
Sex: Male
Rank: Academy Student
General Description: Susumu isn't particularly unique, appearance-wise. He stands a little over four and a half feet, perhaps only an inch or two, and his slim, untrained physique couldn't be heavier than seventy to seventy-five pounds, or eighty soaking wet. Despite being a rather active boy who often ventures outdoors, he's fair of skin, only minimally tanned. His hair, around waist-length, is a beautiful brown in hue, much like his mother's, and more straight than wavy. Most startlingly, his eyes are quite wide, and his sunset orange irises are wider than normal, and his pupils are larger to match, looking much more like an eagle's or a hawk's than a human's. They quite obviously showcase his gift of sight, a gift he's all too happy to peacock.
And peacock he does. His sight is far greater than that of any person he's met before, and the fact that he's "quite so special" puts a swagger in his step and a cocky smirk on his lips. He's got a somewhat inflated sense of self-worth and perhaps a bit of over-confidence, and he can sometimes come off as a bit much, but he's otherwise much like any boy. Rough, rowdy, and hardly-ever calm, he isn't afraid to puff out his chest and act as if he's ten times bigger than he is.
History: Born in a non-shinobi village to a non-shinobi family, the thought of becoming a shinobi had never occurred to the boy, though it was at the forefront of his parent's minds. They never showed it to him or told him what they thought, what they knew, was going to happen, as they themselves weren't sure how to feel about it - the life of a shinobi was one of honor and virtue, but one riddled with death and destruction. And they knew it began with time as an academy student, and few survived the harsh training dealt out to the children.
So they trained him. They drilled into him that no matter how small a gift he had was, he had to use it to his every advantage. His eyesight came with a superior ability to aim - his precision was almost unprecedented, and it was as if his eyes allowed him to slow time to a crawl to pick apart the perfect shot, every shot. But it was simply his ability to notice every minute detail, every twitch, every inception of every movement, that allowed him to predict and tune his own actions to find the angles. And it was his mother that taught him the patience it required to shoot and throw like the perfect hunter, and his father how to watch and track a person's action, until he was ready for the day that he was stolen at night and transported to the halls of the academy.
Age: 10
Gender: Male
Sex: Male
Rank: Academy Student
General Description: Susumu isn't particularly unique, appearance-wise. He stands a little over four and a half feet, perhaps only an inch or two, and his slim, untrained physique couldn't be heavier than seventy to seventy-five pounds, or eighty soaking wet. Despite being a rather active boy who often ventures outdoors, he's fair of skin, only minimally tanned. His hair, around waist-length, is a beautiful brown in hue, much like his mother's, and more straight than wavy. Most startlingly, his eyes are quite wide, and his sunset orange irises are wider than normal, and his pupils are larger to match, looking much more like an eagle's or a hawk's than a human's. They quite obviously showcase his gift of sight, a gift he's all too happy to peacock.
And peacock he does. His sight is far greater than that of any person he's met before, and the fact that he's "quite so special" puts a swagger in his step and a cocky smirk on his lips. He's got a somewhat inflated sense of self-worth and perhaps a bit of over-confidence, and he can sometimes come off as a bit much, but he's otherwise much like any boy. Rough, rowdy, and hardly-ever calm, he isn't afraid to puff out his chest and act as if he's ten times bigger than he is.
History: Born in a non-shinobi village to a non-shinobi family, the thought of becoming a shinobi had never occurred to the boy, though it was at the forefront of his parent's minds. They never showed it to him or told him what they thought, what they knew, was going to happen, as they themselves weren't sure how to feel about it - the life of a shinobi was one of honor and virtue, but one riddled with death and destruction. And they knew it began with time as an academy student, and few survived the harsh training dealt out to the children.
So they trained him. They drilled into him that no matter how small a gift he had was, he had to use it to his every advantage. His eyesight came with a superior ability to aim - his precision was almost unprecedented, and it was as if his eyes allowed him to slow time to a crawl to pick apart the perfect shot, every shot. But it was simply his ability to notice every minute detail, every twitch, every inception of every movement, that allowed him to predict and tune his own actions to find the angles. And it was his mother that taught him the patience it required to shoot and throw like the perfect hunter, and his father how to watch and track a person's action, until he was ready for the day that he was stolen at night and transported to the halls of the academy.
