Name: Akanagami Shiro
赤名神{Surname} 白{Given Name}
Age: 13 Years of Age
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Male
Physical Description:
Shiro is a fit boy, spending years in slave labor, and stands at 5 foot 3 inches, approximately 1.63 Meters tall. He weighs at 110 Pounds or approximately 50 kilograms. Shiro, even though very fit, has a skinny look to him, although quite defined in some places in his body. He has sliver-white hair, and crimson eyes, a trait obviously derived from his father. He is a bit pale, his skin has a bit of tone to it though.( Think of Kakashi's skin tone.)
Mental Description:
Shiro is a boy that leads a carefree lifestyle, someone who has an attitude of devil-may-care on many, if not most things. While he may not care about material, or situational things, he can be caring towards his fellow man, although almost never getting the opportunity to care with the stoic and lazy look that his eyes always gives out. He likes to joke around when he's in a safe environment among trustworthy friends(Albeit having none at the moment...).
When provoked he definitely looses his carefree side to more of a serious side, focusing as well as tensing, at the sign of provocation. His eyes turn from a lazy gaze to a hunter hunting prey, he was never well liked for that gaze, often creeping some people out, as his crimson eyes seem to peek at one's soul. This partly an effect from his demonic ancestry, something that he never quite understood. Often times he is calm and carefree though, and is not easily provoked, only in combat does his mentality focuses on a deadly approach.
Character History:
The birthing of the boy was peaceful...It wasn't what one would expect from a child of a Chaos Demon and a Half Demon of Trickery. The mother of the child had tricked many men before, but this man tricked her instead. She fell for him...A man-, no not a man, but a demon...According to some people he was a white-haired devil who took fancy to anyone, going by a suiting name of "Akkuma", meaning Demon itself...He was born in Cloud Country and lived his life there...As an orphan...
The boy was taken in by a cruel merchant who cared not for his health, but for his worth. From his earliest memory, he was trained to be an obedient boy, who would do anything asked of him by his "Master". Despite being beat, and worked, the personality of his mother seemed to have been attached to him, having a carefree attitude, even carrying it when being beat, never reacting, and maybe a few yawns in between punches. The merchant and his guards never understood what was wrong with the boy, often getting off of punishment because of guards who would just randomly feel fear once the boy became serious during the beatings...Shiro spent ten years as a "slave", though never quite so, learning to read and write; The hopes of his master of molding him into an administrative slave, a position that was obviously not meant for Shiro's personality...
On the thirteenth year the merchant had apparently been found out of his treatment of kinds that he "Rescued", and was to be raided by a force of shinobis whom had just recently discovered of the illegal labor that the merchant was doing. The raid also had happened, the same day that Shiro first had fully displayed his demonic affinity...
The boy sat on a chair calmly, while a man paced around him, holding a weapon similar to a bo-staff, but no matter how you look at it...It was just a stick. A stick that hurt like hell... "This is getting boring..." Shiro would say. "Why don't I kill you?" Asked Shiro with a strange glint in his eye that just made the man angrier, lashing out a blind strike at the boy. Little did the man know, that the boy had already undone his bindings and was waiting for a rash and blind attack he could capitalize on, and that it sure did come.
Shiro ducked down, the staff missing him barely, although his now focused mind and eyes, looked up at the man like a wolf would look at prey, and lunged knocking off the staff of the man, and began to just pound at the man's skull, with strength that seemed to match more of a grown slave, rather than a child's. The boy mashed the man's head to mush, moving on to pick up the staff that he was beat with. It was the same day that the raid had happened, and what the shinobi would find was of wonder, finding a bloody white-haired boy still in the same room that a chair with undone ropes...only this time...Ten bodies littered the room...
Being actually "Rescued" Shiro was enrolled to the academy, being an orphan who have nowhere to go, the academy was the best course for him to take. After that fateful day in the merchant's place, Shiro has never lost control, nor has any recollection of it, retaining a carefree and devil-may-care attitude, even in the academy....
赤名神{Surname} 白{Given Name}
Age: 13 Years of Age
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Male
Physical Description:
Shiro is a fit boy, spending years in slave labor, and stands at 5 foot 3 inches, approximately 1.63 Meters tall. He weighs at 110 Pounds or approximately 50 kilograms. Shiro, even though very fit, has a skinny look to him, although quite defined in some places in his body. He has sliver-white hair, and crimson eyes, a trait obviously derived from his father. He is a bit pale, his skin has a bit of tone to it though.( Think of Kakashi's skin tone.)
Mental Description:
Shiro is a boy that leads a carefree lifestyle, someone who has an attitude of devil-may-care on many, if not most things. While he may not care about material, or situational things, he can be caring towards his fellow man, although almost never getting the opportunity to care with the stoic and lazy look that his eyes always gives out. He likes to joke around when he's in a safe environment among trustworthy friends(Albeit having none at the moment...).
When provoked he definitely looses his carefree side to more of a serious side, focusing as well as tensing, at the sign of provocation. His eyes turn from a lazy gaze to a hunter hunting prey, he was never well liked for that gaze, often creeping some people out, as his crimson eyes seem to peek at one's soul. This partly an effect from his demonic ancestry, something that he never quite understood. Often times he is calm and carefree though, and is not easily provoked, only in combat does his mentality focuses on a deadly approach.
Character History:
The birthing of the boy was peaceful...It wasn't what one would expect from a child of a Chaos Demon and a Half Demon of Trickery. The mother of the child had tricked many men before, but this man tricked her instead. She fell for him...A man-, no not a man, but a demon...According to some people he was a white-haired devil who took fancy to anyone, going by a suiting name of "Akkuma", meaning Demon itself...He was born in Cloud Country and lived his life there...As an orphan...
The boy was taken in by a cruel merchant who cared not for his health, but for his worth. From his earliest memory, he was trained to be an obedient boy, who would do anything asked of him by his "Master". Despite being beat, and worked, the personality of his mother seemed to have been attached to him, having a carefree attitude, even carrying it when being beat, never reacting, and maybe a few yawns in between punches. The merchant and his guards never understood what was wrong with the boy, often getting off of punishment because of guards who would just randomly feel fear once the boy became serious during the beatings...Shiro spent ten years as a "slave", though never quite so, learning to read and write; The hopes of his master of molding him into an administrative slave, a position that was obviously not meant for Shiro's personality...
On the thirteenth year the merchant had apparently been found out of his treatment of kinds that he "Rescued", and was to be raided by a force of shinobis whom had just recently discovered of the illegal labor that the merchant was doing. The raid also had happened, the same day that Shiro first had fully displayed his demonic affinity...
The boy sat on a chair calmly, while a man paced around him, holding a weapon similar to a bo-staff, but no matter how you look at it...It was just a stick. A stick that hurt like hell... "This is getting boring..." Shiro would say. "Why don't I kill you?" Asked Shiro with a strange glint in his eye that just made the man angrier, lashing out a blind strike at the boy. Little did the man know, that the boy had already undone his bindings and was waiting for a rash and blind attack he could capitalize on, and that it sure did come.
Shiro ducked down, the staff missing him barely, although his now focused mind and eyes, looked up at the man like a wolf would look at prey, and lunged knocking off the staff of the man, and began to just pound at the man's skull, with strength that seemed to match more of a grown slave, rather than a child's. The boy mashed the man's head to mush, moving on to pick up the staff that he was beat with. It was the same day that the raid had happened, and what the shinobi would find was of wonder, finding a bloody white-haired boy still in the same room that a chair with undone ropes...only this time...Ten bodies littered the room...
Being actually "Rescued" Shiro was enrolled to the academy, being an orphan who have nowhere to go, the academy was the best course for him to take. After that fateful day in the merchant's place, Shiro has never lost control, nor has any recollection of it, retaining a carefree and devil-may-care attitude, even in the academy....
