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Let me introduce myself.
----- Kunda Smith
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Alias: Mr. Smith
AGE: fifteen
ETHNICITY: Bi-Racial.
GENDER: Male
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What do you see when you look at me?
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EYE COLOR: Silverish light Purple
WEIGHT AND HEIGHT: 5'11 175lbs
APPEARANCE DESCRIPTION: Kunda is a male that stands at an approximate height of about five foot ten inches. His purple hair it's self is about three feet long usually choosing to stop around his lower back area. To hold the hair back and keep it from interfering during battle or from hindering his vision, Kunda wears a white hair tie. As most articles of clothing goes it is no stronger than the rest, but it holds a great deal of sentamental value to the young ninja. His normal one is worn around his right arm above the purple cloak that he usually wears before a mission or battle. Said coat is adorned with white diamonds along it placed in a formation that if seen from a great distance would be noted to those who knew his clan and their symbol to be the very same one just in a very different color.
Kundas eyes are a light purple that seem to glisten a bright silver when shone in the light of the sun and a pale white in the light of the moon. The scars upon the man's torso tell the many tales of his training in the arts of weaponry and taijutsu. Most run deep enough to be assumed fully healed, as they are, but in all actuality they are both old and new. No matter how toned or defined he can force his body to astetically be, the scars of training are what lets him know that he is done. The point at which he can actually feel the blood and sweat beeding together shows him how commited he truly is to his arts. Smith wears a black necklace made of what appears to be string, but is actually a black form of wire often used by ninja that is held together with a plastic attache piece that he found as a genin.
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Who am I really?
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PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION: : Kunda, while only fifteen, has several ways about him that most adults or rather older people wouldn't have yet developed. He has an air about him that seems to be mostly serious while that isn't very true. His serious nature lies mostly dormant in most situations only coming out during a fight, mission, or any other situation that requires he drop the, very fake, friendly act and get down to immediate business. In times of peril or in any situation where most would show fear, anger, hesitation, or sadness Acheron can and most likely would keep a very cool head to fully asses and understand what is going on. His father's first lesson of life to him was that anyone ninja or regular person that could not keep their head on their shoulders was useless to everyone around them and would only get more people than themselves hurt or killed.
This was a harsh but necesary lesson for young Kunda to learn and his love for helping others also was spurred from it. Those few words from his father shaped the entirety of the male's personality and his choice in career, ie becoming a ninja and in turn one that specializes in weapons and the formal combat arts. When around those he considers friends Acheron seems to be more easy going than not proving that his stoic face during missions can be morphed into that of a teenager who doesn't seem to have the weight of his family on his shoulders. As far as relationships go the young shinobi has never had a single girlfriend or kiss for that matter as he feared that such actions would deter him from his goals and that was unacceptable. All in all the young man is more of a normality than anyone realizes.
The truth to it all was that Kunda was a down to earth kinda guy with an arrogant air that fitted most under the umbrella of Uchiha, but he was not one to be swept under the rug and laid with the rest of the people in a group. As a youth he realized that he was handsome and that didn't stop him from not taking it all to the head and becoming a monsterous asshole that most expected him to be. He was in fact the exact opposite, and hated fighting people he knew well unless there was a real reason before him, but he couldn't help but think as he fluttered through the pages of the book that it had some truth behind it. He was something of an adept who made choices that most wouldn't, but again that was a hindrance that was taken too far by the memories that lay in the recesses of his mind.
Before and even after his lapse in memory, Kunda was always loyal. No matter what happened loyalty to himself and his beliefs came before anything else. On the surface of his mind he found himself selfish for feeling that way, but somewhere deep inside he knew that it had nothing to do with selfishness. It all came down to the sheer fact that he only put his trust in those that deserved it and only showed loyalty to those who earned it through their actions. The one male that he would never betray help the most revered position in his village, and yet that wasn't the reason that he held Kunda's respect and admiration. It was his spark of insanity and drive to push with his own two hands towards what was best for kumogakure.
There is a side to the man that is not like most. He has bouts of different mental disorders that were spurred from his mind closing its own secrets in. His mental state flutters easily and without pattern from different extremes of emotions to even variant outbursts of killer intent or even a change in his personality completely. It isn’t unlikely that he could explode, metaphorically speaking, during any activity although the real and truest personality that he has hates the disgrace that comes with knowing his ailment. Very few people know about it and usually he hides it well, but inside there is a deep rooted and undying hatred for himself that even rivals his hatred for other Uchiha from time to time.
LIKES:- Kumogakure
- Reading
- Snow
- Training
- People he considers funny
DISLIKES:- Smoking
- Fat people
- Losing his memories again
- apple cider
- Men who can't hold their liqour/ dumb drunks
HOBBIES: None particularly notable
DREAMS AND NIGHTMARES: The insanity is his greatest fear. The fact that Kunda can't fully control it and that it usually wipes most, if not all, fears away gets under his skin. In his mind it could result in his death for sure.
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I got some skills.
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ELEMENT/'s: None
CLAN: None
VILLAGE: Kumogakure
RANK: Genin
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This is my story!
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BIRTH PLACE: Konohagakure
DATE OF BIRTH: April 16th
ZODIAC SIGN: Aries
HISTORY: Similar to all other ninja, and in turn persons, Kunda had to have been born. The joining of two chuunin, one a Kumogakure woman and the other a Konohagakure uchiha, is what lead to the birth of this young man. The first year of his life was spent under the care of both of his loving parents within the village hidden in the leaves where his father was born although Kunda's birth place remains a secret even to him. His first year of life, although not memorable to him due to being an infant, was quite uneventful. Every day the same routine proved dominant over his young life. Awaken, suckle his mother's bosom for sustenance, the receiving of cleaning, and of course sleep. These were the relatively good days of his life and those came to a sever end on the first anniversary of his birth. The blood spilled changed everything.
The first event that proved unfortunate for the young Mr. Smith was the arrival of a tracker ninja. It was one sent by the village hidden in the clouds in an attempt to retrieve Kunda's mother. Normally that wouldn't be a problem for the woman, but the fact that her guard was down and that she was looking for the young male who had waddled off in some odd direction left her abnormally open. Like many other days in Konoha it was sunny, warm, vibrant, but there was some type of chill in the forest that even the most hardened of men couldn't shake. The toddler that waddled about couldn't have noticed but he was being stalked by a predator, a ninja that knew who he was and how to use him for what he wanted. A baby, what sane man would use a baby you ask? The male could be none other than Taki Shujiko, execution extraordinaire.
Some would question how or why a tracker and assassin from such a prominent village would be after a woman raising a baby out of a bloody hut in the woods, but the answer to that question was simple in every way. She was on a mission in which she came across an Uchiha who had disowned his clan and disavowed all ties to his village. The man, wasn’t suave in any right of the word, but was an expert in genjutsu and wasn’t shy about using said prowess to entice beautiful young women to love him in both the emotional and physical manner. Those in the upper echelon of the cloud village understandably assumed that she was a traitor to them because it was the easiest choice to assume a ninja did if they didn’t return home. That wasn’t the case this time though, and the couple unified by lies and falsities would soon perish because of it. Their only child was possibly the worse off in this case though, as he was, only a wee toddler.
The lad had no chance if the man chose to attack him, but that was not his goal at all. His only task here was to ensure that the woman came back to the village hidden in the clouds with no problems at all. In a nut shell he was not to die and not to cause any casualties which seemed out of his area of expertise for sure. That would not stop the greedy ninja from undertaking the mission and that he did, knowing full well that he didn’t care much for the rules that were placed before him and would do anything to complete his mission to just enough of the point to where he was paid in full. Now presented with the opporotunity he needed after traveling for days to get to the hidden leaf village’s outskirts without a paper trail the man was satisified. It would seem as if the Ninja Gods were smiling down at him with the presentation of such a gift as a young child to avoid any extra work than needed. There was only one unknown variable, an x factor it seemed.
Taki had no idea who the lads father was and that in turn meant that he hadn't the slightest of ideas about the identity of the lover of the boy's mother, his target. Without that information missions such as these tended to get tricky no matter whom or what was at stake whether it be a small amount or Ryo or a village's most kept secret. It was a matter of choice and since time was not on his side Taki decided that it would be best to grab the child now and that was what he attempted to do. Jumping at a sort of downward angle towards the small bundle of life there would have been the best route to take, but of course Taki chose the flashier route. In a display for figures that weren't palpable he jumped landing silently behind the child, his hands moving to grip the back of the toddlers neck.
The moment his feet touched the ground a tree a few meters behind him rustled just a little bit and out from a limb shot a metal spike that pierced through the man that tried to capture the young boy. Had he then the wits about him that he has not the young Smith would have realized it a clone from the lack of blood and surpluses of white smoke. The fact of the matter was that these things were all irrelevant to him as his full attention was already given to a small butterfly fluttering past him, its wings nearly glowing in the sunlight. For a moment it was perplexing to Taki how a baby could be so taken by something that he viewed as so miniscule and irrelevant but Taki, the real taki, was studying from a nearby branch for the source of the spike that impaled his shadow clone. The mere thought was appalling to him, but he cast his rage aside momentarily to search for the cause of his newfound head pains.
He hated these headaches, but they would plague him no longer as the man that Kunda had known as his papa beheaded the hunter ninja. The boy was too open here and his father knew it so that day he and the boy's mother came to an agreement to allow him to live and be raised under his grandfather under the alias of a son. The years past and the young Uchiha, raised Smith, remained duly ignorant of the deception that was cast over his life. It was a bit off to him that his father had white hairs while the fathers of the other children sported vigor and vitality, but things like questioning were beyond the young man. The joy of his enrollment in the hidden cloud's academy was soon overshadowed by the sheer delight that his "parents" felt about his becoming a genin and choice to follow in his "father" and late "older brother's" footsteps in becoming a medical ninja. The next year had completely fucked the young man over. The loss of his father and brother and his brother’s wife had sent him into a mad flurry. The missions that he undertook to understand what he was and how he had become it were amazing. As a genin he completed missions that some chuunin turned down due to fear and even while training alone for the Chuunin exams and practicing with his sharingan he realized that there was more to be gained. The mental and physical scars that he attained through his training left nothing to the void that the scroll that he found in his grandfather’s house carved into him. It had seemed that the entirety of his young life was a lie and even with the lies he was told his true clan heritage was left to mystery.
Days before the exams began he looked into it, going to the grand library of Kumogakure to do research and he realized that he was of no valued heritage. The more he learned about the clan called Uchiha the more he understood about his powers and abilities. What he had learned from his father, whom he assumed was his brother from the stories he was told, was enough to float him. It was enough to get him through life skillfully using the Uchiha fighting style, but this fulfillment that he got when he knew the truth about the Uchiha and about what he was and what he could be left a sense of pride in Kunda. He felt a deep hatred for all Uchiha and deep in his mind a hidden insanity was spurred. So many deep traumatic revelations at the same time as fighting for his life and being forced to kill an entire team of his close friends forced his mind into a comatose like state. The months that it took for the young chuunin to awake had caused a large lapse in memory that only lead to black spots when it came to family or friends. He remembered his loyalty to his village and what he stood for. He remembered being a chuunin and wanting more out of his village for himself. He even remembered taking the lives of three young genin that he knew quite well, but he felt no remource. It was a cold feeling that felt somewhat welcoming to him, an embrace that made him wish only to become better at what he remembered.
The loyalty and honor that the man who remembered nothing of his life before the age of thirteen felt was coupled with a deep rooted insanity. An insanity that kicked in randomly at any time without any true trigger or cause that he knew of. One that he fought dearly, but caused his personality to change at times, him to at times become overly violent, reclusive, seductive, egregious, or even at times lose all sense of sanity and act in ways that not even he could predict. Though his training continued and progressed well, as did his status in the village, Kunda couldn’t shake the feeling that no matter how much he tried he couldn’t actually fight the urges fully. From what he knew the true secrets of his most hated clan were hidden in the leaf which caused a specific need to travel there in one of his darker moods and in a lighter one, simply an interest that could be peeked at any time he was free. The Raikage was the man with whom his seeds of loyalty were sown and who he was sworn to protect at the cost of his life if the need arose. His feelings about the other members of his village didn’t matter much as he saw them as something like other chess pieces to protect the king, although he favored the other two Jounin and their antics. The toukujo were not on his bad side either although he was curious as to what they did when not on missions as one of them seemed much sweeter on men than the other. It wasn’t a disdain for the gays, but it was a need to stay the hell away from the one that wanted to get in the asses of other men and in the end Kunda was a genin of the village hidden in the clouds with a disorder that forced him to hate a lot of things when it wasn’t necessary and a need to serve under Jaakuna.
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The one behind the character.
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FACE CLAIM:
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- Name of the author/series - Name of the character
CREATORS COMMENTS/NOTES: I like trains.
ROLE PLAYING SAMPLE: It was as if her words brought with them the blowing winds of change and that brought out a rather elongated, but surely happy sigh from the depths of the man's chest. Jack wasn't one big on expressing his feelings and her questioning how he felt in such a sincere manner, it made an old feeling that he thought was lost to him well up inside of his chest. Taking a few steps he was now in front of her but a bit to her left so as to look across the village. The strength of the gale picked up a good bit, more than enough for the male to remove his spotless white headband and use it to tie back his hair. Looking down at her he answered, "I am and have been a bit bored as of late." The response was coded. She would probably take from it that the peace made him happy, but even if she didn't it was obvious that it had no bad intent. Tilting his head back a bit he let the breeze rush through his entire system before chuckling slightly at the woman's words. He secretly opened his left eye to look at her for a moment before speaking. "I suppose it can feel like forever when you're busy being an anbu and all, but as it seems with this peace we have an ample amount of time, no?" At the abrupt end of his statement the man's eyes slowly opened, his light purple hues scanning the marvel of this woman. In all honesty for some reason he found her stunning, but he knew not how to tell her of that. It was a matter of finding the right words in the right order, but from lack of care for practice he was at a loss as he stood there. It was as if his hand was the only part of him with enough gumption to even move to touch her. It laid it's self softly upon her cheek and in that one moment he could feel all of his features soften at the light of her smile. Something inside of the warrior had been awoken, but such a foreign emotion was harder for him to understand than it was for him to take a life. Not knowing what to do or say next he simply reveled in what could possibly be the only moment he would be allowed to touch something so astonishing.
Inspiration for said rp sample thanks to my wondrous girlfriend.
Subject: Mr. Kunda Smith 
