Name Change: Shimame Fuhen
Age: 13
Physical Description: 5'4'' 115 Lbs (Male), Pale Skinned, Skinny but lean muscular build, Cuts and scars all through-out my body, Red eyes, Shoulder-length Brown-hair, Currently what looks like self made clothes from scraps of different fabrics sewn together (An over sized patchy hoodie, self made sweatpants, with open toed sandals)
Mental Description: My character is very self dependent, Quite, Stays to himself, Does what he needs to for survival, Does not know how to read or write, (Understands verbal english but no other language) but likes to play it off as he does not know or understand english and finally a Hands-on physical learner at best. Likes to help out the people who can't fend for themselves
History: Parents died at birthing age from rogue ninjas. Kidnapped and hauled off as a baby to a neighboring village and dumped off in an alley next to some trash. An elderly woman found and raised me for 7 years but ended up passing from an unknown disease and was refused help due to being a street rat in the village. I then bounced from village to village. She taught me basics about survival, how to cook, how to sew, how to steal, and she taught me it's better to watch and listen to learn even if it's from the shadows.
Bloodline/Core ability: Kyoujouran bloodline, Berserker Core Ability.
Days after my mother had given birth to me, a band of rogue ninja came and murdered both of my parents for reasons I do not know. I have no memory of this event as I was nothing more than an infant. I was stolen from my crib and taken to a neighboring village where these rogue ninja dropped me off in an alley next to some trash. My cries did not go unheard as an elderly woman found me and took me under her care. She raised me for the next seven years as we moved from village to village. Living on the streets we learned to survive. She might not have taught me how to read or write to be honest I don't even know if she knew how to either but yet she taught me how to survive. We made clothes from thrown away fabrics we found from the trash. We would wash it and sew it together to make something new out of something thrown away. The old lady and I would do odd jobs for food or scrap change such as sweeping the floor, picking up trash, washing dishes, and things just to get by on the day to day. Even times passed when she taught me how to steal what is needed for our survival because it was our last resort. Time and time again we always seemed to have the luck of finding such evil in the world and were harshed for living on the streets. Even though I was still young I would protect the old lady with my life taking on what seemed to be giants of the world. After every argument, fight, and cut from the enemies weapons. My body began to collect scars all over as normal children would collect toys. I felt my body grow stronger and my skin become tough as steel. It never fails to amaze me that so many bad people in the world would steal from us. We do strike our enemies as weak prey as an old lady and a young defenseless child. As time passed the old lady began to get sick and no one would help us because we were street rats and poor. She died shortly after that from an unknown disease. I felt helpless and scared because my caretaker, the person I loved and cared for, is now gone. I was mad at the world and set out to pick fights with the scum of the world standing up for the poor people. I was quiet and to myself most of the time just sitting and waiting as time passed. I was still moving from village to village and found myself in the village hidden in the sand as they say. Time passed and many nights were spent hungry, cold, and alone. I had six more birthdays since the old lady passed. I was sitting in the shadows waiting to steal some food and overheard some kids talking about the academy looking for more students. I came from the darkness as this perked my interest. I asked what they do at that place? Their reply, “was to become stronger as a ninja.” So I set my goals on becoming stronger to protect the ones no one else will.
Age: 13
Physical Description: 5'4'' 115 Lbs (Male), Pale Skinned, Skinny but lean muscular build, Cuts and scars all through-out my body, Red eyes, Shoulder-length Brown-hair, Currently what looks like self made clothes from scraps of different fabrics sewn together (An over sized patchy hoodie, self made sweatpants, with open toed sandals)
Mental Description: My character is very self dependent, Quite, Stays to himself, Does what he needs to for survival, Does not know how to read or write, (Understands verbal english but no other language) but likes to play it off as he does not know or understand english and finally a Hands-on physical learner at best. Likes to help out the people who can't fend for themselves
History: Parents died at birthing age from rogue ninjas. Kidnapped and hauled off as a baby to a neighboring village and dumped off in an alley next to some trash. An elderly woman found and raised me for 7 years but ended up passing from an unknown disease and was refused help due to being a street rat in the village. I then bounced from village to village. She taught me basics about survival, how to cook, how to sew, how to steal, and she taught me it's better to watch and listen to learn even if it's from the shadows.
Bloodline/Core ability: Kyoujouran bloodline, Berserker Core Ability.
Days after my mother had given birth to me, a band of rogue ninja came and murdered both of my parents for reasons I do not know. I have no memory of this event as I was nothing more than an infant. I was stolen from my crib and taken to a neighboring village where these rogue ninja dropped me off in an alley next to some trash. My cries did not go unheard as an elderly woman found me and took me under her care. She raised me for the next seven years as we moved from village to village. Living on the streets we learned to survive. She might not have taught me how to read or write to be honest I don't even know if she knew how to either but yet she taught me how to survive. We made clothes from thrown away fabrics we found from the trash. We would wash it and sew it together to make something new out of something thrown away. The old lady and I would do odd jobs for food or scrap change such as sweeping the floor, picking up trash, washing dishes, and things just to get by on the day to day. Even times passed when she taught me how to steal what is needed for our survival because it was our last resort. Time and time again we always seemed to have the luck of finding such evil in the world and were harshed for living on the streets. Even though I was still young I would protect the old lady with my life taking on what seemed to be giants of the world. After every argument, fight, and cut from the enemies weapons. My body began to collect scars all over as normal children would collect toys. I felt my body grow stronger and my skin become tough as steel. It never fails to amaze me that so many bad people in the world would steal from us. We do strike our enemies as weak prey as an old lady and a young defenseless child. As time passed the old lady began to get sick and no one would help us because we were street rats and poor. She died shortly after that from an unknown disease. I felt helpless and scared because my caretaker, the person I loved and cared for, is now gone. I was mad at the world and set out to pick fights with the scum of the world standing up for the poor people. I was quiet and to myself most of the time just sitting and waiting as time passed. I was still moving from village to village and found myself in the village hidden in the sand as they say. Time passed and many nights were spent hungry, cold, and alone. I had six more birthdays since the old lady passed. I was sitting in the shadows waiting to steal some food and overheard some kids talking about the academy looking for more students. I came from the darkness as this perked my interest. I asked what they do at that place? Their reply, “was to become stronger as a ninja.” So I set my goals on becoming stronger to protect the ones no one else will.
