Konoha Shinobi ID: Kurashiki San - 023939
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[Some time during the retaking of Konogakure by joint Stone/Leaf shinobi forces]
[Over a decade and some years later]
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As if the facial bandages were not enough, he would tie the navy cloth of his headband tightly behind his head. The metal plaque with the leaf insignia inscribed in the metal covered the area over his eyes, a secondary layer of covering besides the bandages themselves. The day was young and it was almost time to provide relief to the squad that manned the gates through the course of the night. Turning his head towards the shelf, he would place his palm against a picture frame and seemingly stare at it. "It is my birthday...isn't it. It's been five years since you were here to share it...", his words were not mixed emotionally but stern. Turning his back to the frame, San would walk out of the small apartment he was assigned. With each step his black world filled with detailed outlines and with each noise the air hummed to life. A small insect would crawl from beneath the collar of his jounin vest, lifting into the air while his lips curved into a smirk. Meanwhile back in the apartment the sunlight began to shine through the blinds, illuminating the picture frame. Pictured would be San as a young boy, surrounded by several individuals with one being the same man who led the squad that had found him, who was grinning ear to ear with a palm on San's head.
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Age:<i></i> 18
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Gender:<i></i> Male
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Height:<i></i> 5' 10''
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Weight:<i></i> 149 lbs
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He stands shy of 5’10’’ with a weight of 149 lbs on an understably lean yet muscular frame.With the upper portion of his face completely bandaged, most would never know he has short black hair. His eyes both have sharingan patterns along the pupils, despite the fact that he is blind due to the experimentation upon him. He wears a typical flak jacket known to leaf chuunin and up, with a variation outfit composing of a grey suit. Beneath either suit, he wears a mesh shirt with some armor panels lined along the chest. Bandages equally cover his legs and he wears standard shinobi style sandals.
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Very independent and self-confident, San can equally be arrogant and condescending whether he realizes it or not. He has a low tolerance however for those who like to challenge his intelligence and even more so for those who are self-described trouble makers. He holds the codes of the shinobi to his heart and lives by them, subconsciously expects to die by them as well.
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Alignment:<i></i> Lawful Neutral
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Those of this alignment view regulation as all-important, taking a middle ground betwixt evil and good. This is because the ultimate harmony of the world--and the whole universe--is considered by lawful neutral creatures to have its sole hope rest upon law and order. Evil or good are immaterial beside the determined purpose of bringing all to predictability and regulation. It is the view of this alignment that law and order give purpose and meaning to everything. Without regimentation and strict definition, there would be no purpose in the cosmos. Therefore, whether a law is good or evil is of no import as long as it brings order and meaning.
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[Some time during the retaking of Konogakure by joint Stone/Leaf shinobi forces]
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“Seems the last crop failed as well, a hundred percent mortality rate in the specimens” spoke an older gentleman fully suited up as a surgical professional. Within the room, other personal tended to various machines, knowing the importance of collecting accurate data as well as keeping the subject stable. “How many cycles have gone past, seven? Seventy specimens and not one has manifested any viable traits and those that do are terminated because of development abnormalities…”, the voice speaking out once again belonging to the same older man as he moved to place a bloodied scalpel onto a metal tray lined with vials and other tools. Secluded in their work, neither member of the team had noticed an unnatural shadow against the rock like walls. Oblivious, the man would hold up a small vial towards a light fixture, his eyes intently focused on a very small sphere floating within the vial’s contents. Had it not been for the lenses worn by the man, it would have been doubtful that he would of been capable of seeing the small egg. As the group worked, the older gentlemen’s focus was on closing up the woman stretched out upon the metal table. Her features were hidden beneath a cloth with an intricate sealing formula written upon it, a formula which was responsible for keeping the woman in a comatose state. “What about number three from the first harvest? The procedure may not have yielded optimum results but at the very least the fetus was neither self-terminated or produced any developmental abnormaliti--” spoke a different man who was cut off mid-sentence by a sudden inability to breath. A thin wire had begun choking off the air supply from the unsuspecting man while other members of the team began to drop one by one, none able to make a sound before meeting their demise.
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It would have seemed that the measures to keep the facility hidden deep within Fire Country had not transferred to their ability to protect it from being infiltrated, at least this is what the cell had found to be true. Their small squad had successfully eliminated all personal they had come across without so much as triggering any alarm. Having moved with efficiency and urgency, the group continued to move from corridor to corridor before coming to a stop at a dimly lit space. It would not be the lightning which made the assassin’s lose their speech but the site of large tubes filled with liquid, each occupied by a developing fetus and a specified number. There was one thing when your mission briefing explained what was rumored to have been happening here but it was another to actually witness such a thing with the naked eye. “They were actually doing it….”, a voice belonging to a masked female had said as she walked with measured steps and cautioned pace. Through the eye holes in her mask she would stare in wonder and disgust at each tube passed. From the size of a bean to a fully developed fetal human, each tube equally housed visual representation of failed subjects. Some were deformed, some had been terminated with these tubes having been filled with a solution which worked to dissolve the failed experiment within. Though even as she walked stunned and mortified by the scene a simple tap on the floor brought her full focus to a single area near the very end of the room. She signalled to the rest of the cell while slowly drawing to her hand a single kunai.
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Metal clashed against metal as a kunai was deflected upwards by a standard katana blade, the two owners of both weapons pressing against one another in the tight corridor. Another body of a presumed ninja rested slumped against the far wall with a pool of blood collected beneath it. Pushing away the shinobi, the one man who stood against him grasped beneath his right armpit. Crimson liquid would cling to his skin as a few steps back served to distance the two even more. “How the hell did you find this place...shinobi...what’s worse is your headband is different from the other I cut down..”, the man spoke with a disgruntled look on his face. The realization had happened long before this moment, that the hideout had been infiltrated and with few guards it would surely fall. Clenching his fist, blood coated the entirety of his palm before he restabilized his body. “It matters not, you’re not getting past or leaving this place alive…!”. It was sudden but a spark was ignited, a piece of flint striking against the rock walls and being held towards a fuse. Whatever reaction time the shinobi thought he had to escape was mistimed, as when he turned to escape fire and rubble would be the last thing his eyes would see.
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She slammed her hands on the table which was covered with various diagrams and documents, her eyes wide with uncertainty at the contents. There was no way in her mind that people would be capable of doing this, especially at the level it was occuring here. Glancing to the side at an older woman slumped against the open door, a key still attached to the lock and a kunai embedded into her back. “To think they were doing human experiments and for what….to create what we already were doing for them...why”, her voice was shaken as the other members of the cell worked quickly to destroy what material they could. Even as she closed her eyes, she could hear the shattering of the tanks in the adjoining room there was something about this all that visibly disturbed her core. Clenching her teeth she’d call out over the headset, “Confirmation that the intel was correct. This facility was being used to create controlled chakra-capable humans using genetic material from shinobi. Plan B is in motion now destroy any and all traces of this research...keep in mind our second set of orders.”
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Checking a clipboard, a young man examined the columns of data while turning away from a large cylinder filled with liquid tinted green due to the small lights surrounding it’s base. A pen helped the man keep track of where he was on the sheet while he paced back and forth, slightly disgruntled at the findings. Glancing back towards the cylinder his lips would form a grimace as a slightly shaking of his head was followed directly by vocalized thoughts, “To think after all these years, all the failures under you….besides those eyes there is nothing beneficial to our efforts. A shame and a waste”. Walking towards one of the many monitors that lined the small room, he would begin to once again check over data reading but was cut off suddenly by shaking. Loud crashing noises reverberated through the room, which had origins outside the door. While some dust flowed beneath the door, the man having been thrown to the floor. After the initial shock wave and he lay there clenching his forehead where a small trickle of blood pooled in his palms. Behind him however cracks had formed against the cylinder tank, audibly filling the room with creaking noises that caught his full attention. Turning his focus towards the tank, the man would not see anything after his ears heard the door to the room kick in. Darkness would invade his eyes as his head swiveled towards the doorway, only catching the glimpse of a headband through his fading vision. “.....Leaf sh--”, his words were cut short and his body fell forwards without so much of an attempt to put up resistance. “Found another ro--...”, the shinobi was cut off suddenly not by an outside influence but what his eyes had finally laid upon. Even though their briefing had explained that they may come in contact with such things he was caught completely off guard by it possibly existing. Taking several steps forwards the shinobi would stare into the cracked cylinder tank, looking directly into something that stared back. A small inscription along the base of the tank, which the shinobi did not notice simply read [Project K-2, Subject: Three]. Within the tank itself there would be the body of a child suspended within the liquid, the male boy seemingly unresponsive to the outside stigma with the exception of two open eyes both a deep red hue with three tomoe along the pupils. Shifting his palm towards the headset along his ear there would be sudden chatter along the frequency.
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A group of shinobi stood around the room, their headbands a mix-match between the insignia of a printed leaf and boulders. With the tank with the boy in the backdrop, their assumed squad leader was squatting before a bound and gagged woman. Pulling the rag from her mouth, the shinobi asked in a very harsh and stern voice..”Explain”. The fear settled within her eyes betrayed any prior thoughts of not speaking with the very real chance of death being that which sent her over the edge as she spoke just as easily as water flowed. “He’s a survivor of the process, nothing but a husk as he doesn’t show the ability to speak or interact with his surroundings. Only reason he is still alive is because we were researching his body and how it had adjusted since the embryo stage. Given the success rate alone, that boy is a miracle but a failure. Those eyes of his, though powerful are useless as he doesn’t have any visual perception….a useless subj---”. Blood would spray outwards as a kunai knife was ran across the woman’s neckline, held by the squad leader. Turning his head, the squad leader’s eyes would narrow slightly towards the boy. “What does the data say about him…”
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Page after page of the documents were strewn out along a table while several members of the group worked to disconnect boy from the tank, carefully monitoring the vitals as they did so. “They labeled him Subject Three, taken from ovary sample six. Seems once at eight weeks the introduction of various genes occurred to manipulate the development process. Most of the other subjects would self-terminate soon after as the cells rejected these changes and would wind up killing the embryo in the process. Unlike the others though this kid was essentially reprogrammed with genetics that on their own did not interfere with fetal development. Seems those eyes of his are...or were the natural bloodline trait he would have originally been born with but seems the genetics of the Hashigaki Clan took over and removed the kids ability to see...let alone use those eyes of his effectively.” Shifting his focus to other documents another shinobi would speak up, “The Hashigaki Clan? I have heard of them before...that’s the clan where some are born blind but they are naturally attuned with echolocation isn’t it?”, with his statement being backed up by several other shinobi. “Seems after fully developing into a fetus, they introduced a kikai insect into his body”, his eyes would narrow as he continued to read from the scattered papers. “Wait, this boy was given a kikai from the Aburame Clan? If that is true then it must have formed a symbiotic relationship with the infants chakra coils…..something dangerous at that age, guess when you are born an experiment morals matter nothing towards what is done to you.”, said another shinobi. The squad leader however was slightly amazed as he continued to scan the material, finding that not only had the kikai not drained the child at such a early stage but it had subsequently over time and generations developed into a breed sensitive to sound. “Seems he was lucky in the grand scheme of things...either that or they were right and there was some underlying factor that increased his bodies ability to adjust to these changes.”, spoke as he began stacking every piece of documentation that had been gathered from the room.
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“We’re getting word the other raids were equally as successful, even with some casualties.”, were the words spoken as the group of shinobi moved with haste through the treeline while smoke and fire danced to their backs. Having destroyed the facility and all the evidence with it they were eager and hastily returning back to headquarters. Resting over the shoulder of the squad leader, unresponsive and unconscious would be the boy. Their mission was a specific one and if they were to find subjects alive then it was their job to retrieve them if at all possible. “To think in the shadows of this war they were taking shinobi clan genes and trying to---”, the woman speaking was cut off by a look from the leader and dropped the subject. This was not something that would be repeated by them or any of the other squads acting on this mission during the raid, their orders were absolute about that. “Take comfort in the fact that at least after tonight, this boy will have a village to call home. One liberated and a haven for shinobi and citizen alike again…” were the words spoken by their squadron’s leader as the group disappeared into the darkness of the woods.
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“Seems the last crop failed as well, a hundred percent mortality rate in the specimens” spoke an older gentleman fully suited up as a surgical professional. Within the room, other personal tended to various machines, knowing the importance of collecting accurate data as well as keeping the subject stable. “How many cycles have gone past, seven? Seventy specimens and not one has manifested any viable traits and those that do are terminated because of development abnormalities…”, the voice speaking out once again belonging to the same older man as he moved to place a bloodied scalpel onto a metal tray lined with vials and other tools. Secluded in their work, neither member of the team had noticed an unnatural shadow against the rock like walls. Oblivious, the man would hold up a small vial towards a light fixture, his eyes intently focused on a very small sphere floating within the vial’s contents. Had it not been for the lenses worn by the man, it would have been doubtful that he would of been capable of seeing the small egg. As the group worked, the older gentlemen’s focus was on closing up the woman stretched out upon the metal table. Her features were hidden beneath a cloth with an intricate sealing formula written upon it, a formula which was responsible for keeping the woman in a comatose state. “What about number three from the first harvest? The procedure may not have yielded optimum results but at the very least the fetus was neither self-terminated or produced any developmental abnormaliti--” spoke a different man who was cut off mid-sentence by a sudden inability to breath. A thin wire had begun choking off the air supply from the unsuspecting man while other members of the team began to drop one by one, none able to make a sound before meeting their demise.
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It would have seemed that the measures to keep the facility hidden deep within Fire Country had not transferred to their ability to protect it from being infiltrated, at least this is what the cell had found to be true. Their small squad had successfully eliminated all personal they had come across without so much as triggering any alarm. Having moved with efficiency and urgency, the group continued to move from corridor to corridor before coming to a stop at a dimly lit space. It would not be the lightning which made the assassin’s lose their speech but the site of large tubes filled with liquid, each occupied by a developing fetus and a specified number. There was one thing when your mission briefing explained what was rumored to have been happening here but it was another to actually witness such a thing with the naked eye. “They were actually doing it….”, a voice belonging to a masked female had said as she walked with measured steps and cautioned pace. Through the eye holes in her mask she would stare in wonder and disgust at each tube passed. From the size of a bean to a fully developed fetal human, each tube equally housed visual representation of failed subjects. Some were deformed, some had been terminated with these tubes having been filled with a solution which worked to dissolve the failed experiment within. Though even as she walked stunned and mortified by the scene a simple tap on the floor brought her full focus to a single area near the very end of the room. She signalled to the rest of the cell while slowly drawing to her hand a single kunai.
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Metal clashed against metal as a kunai was deflected upwards by a standard katana blade, the two owners of both weapons pressing against one another in the tight corridor. Another body of a presumed ninja rested slumped against the far wall with a pool of blood collected beneath it. Pushing away the shinobi, the one man who stood against him grasped beneath his right armpit. Crimson liquid would cling to his skin as a few steps back served to distance the two even more. “How the hell did you find this place...shinobi...what’s worse is your headband is different from the other I cut down..”, the man spoke with a disgruntled look on his face. The realization had happened long before this moment, that the hideout had been infiltrated and with few guards it would surely fall. Clenching his fist, blood coated the entirety of his palm before he restabilized his body. “It matters not, you’re not getting past or leaving this place alive…!”. It was sudden but a spark was ignited, a piece of flint striking against the rock walls and being held towards a fuse. Whatever reaction time the shinobi thought he had to escape was mistimed, as when he turned to escape fire and rubble would be the last thing his eyes would see.
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She slammed her hands on the table which was covered with various diagrams and documents, her eyes wide with uncertainty at the contents. There was no way in her mind that people would be capable of doing this, especially at the level it was occuring here. Glancing to the side at an older woman slumped against the open door, a key still attached to the lock and a kunai embedded into her back. “To think they were doing human experiments and for what….to create what we already were doing for them...why”, her voice was shaken as the other members of the cell worked quickly to destroy what material they could. Even as she closed her eyes, she could hear the shattering of the tanks in the adjoining room there was something about this all that visibly disturbed her core. Clenching her teeth she’d call out over the headset, “Confirmation that the intel was correct. This facility was being used to create controlled chakra-capable humans using genetic material from shinobi. Plan B is in motion now destroy any and all traces of this research...keep in mind our second set of orders.”
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Checking a clipboard, a young man examined the columns of data while turning away from a large cylinder filled with liquid tinted green due to the small lights surrounding it’s base. A pen helped the man keep track of where he was on the sheet while he paced back and forth, slightly disgruntled at the findings. Glancing back towards the cylinder his lips would form a grimace as a slightly shaking of his head was followed directly by vocalized thoughts, “To think after all these years, all the failures under you….besides those eyes there is nothing beneficial to our efforts. A shame and a waste”. Walking towards one of the many monitors that lined the small room, he would begin to once again check over data reading but was cut off suddenly by shaking. Loud crashing noises reverberated through the room, which had origins outside the door. While some dust flowed beneath the door, the man having been thrown to the floor. After the initial shock wave and he lay there clenching his forehead where a small trickle of blood pooled in his palms. Behind him however cracks had formed against the cylinder tank, audibly filling the room with creaking noises that caught his full attention. Turning his focus towards the tank, the man would not see anything after his ears heard the door to the room kick in. Darkness would invade his eyes as his head swiveled towards the doorway, only catching the glimpse of a headband through his fading vision. “.....Leaf sh--”, his words were cut short and his body fell forwards without so much of an attempt to put up resistance. “Found another ro--...”, the shinobi was cut off suddenly not by an outside influence but what his eyes had finally laid upon. Even though their briefing had explained that they may come in contact with such things he was caught completely off guard by it possibly existing. Taking several steps forwards the shinobi would stare into the cracked cylinder tank, looking directly into something that stared back. A small inscription along the base of the tank, which the shinobi did not notice simply read [Project K-2, Subject: Three]. Within the tank itself there would be the body of a child suspended within the liquid, the male boy seemingly unresponsive to the outside stigma with the exception of two open eyes both a deep red hue with three tomoe along the pupils. Shifting his palm towards the headset along his ear there would be sudden chatter along the frequency.
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A group of shinobi stood around the room, their headbands a mix-match between the insignia of a printed leaf and boulders. With the tank with the boy in the backdrop, their assumed squad leader was squatting before a bound and gagged woman. Pulling the rag from her mouth, the shinobi asked in a very harsh and stern voice..”Explain”. The fear settled within her eyes betrayed any prior thoughts of not speaking with the very real chance of death being that which sent her over the edge as she spoke just as easily as water flowed. “He’s a survivor of the process, nothing but a husk as he doesn’t show the ability to speak or interact with his surroundings. Only reason he is still alive is because we were researching his body and how it had adjusted since the embryo stage. Given the success rate alone, that boy is a miracle but a failure. Those eyes of his, though powerful are useless as he doesn’t have any visual perception….a useless subj---”. Blood would spray outwards as a kunai knife was ran across the woman’s neckline, held by the squad leader. Turning his head, the squad leader’s eyes would narrow slightly towards the boy. “What does the data say about him…”
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Page after page of the documents were strewn out along a table while several members of the group worked to disconnect boy from the tank, carefully monitoring the vitals as they did so. “They labeled him Subject Three, taken from ovary sample six. Seems once at eight weeks the introduction of various genes occurred to manipulate the development process. Most of the other subjects would self-terminate soon after as the cells rejected these changes and would wind up killing the embryo in the process. Unlike the others though this kid was essentially reprogrammed with genetics that on their own did not interfere with fetal development. Seems those eyes of his are...or were the natural bloodline trait he would have originally been born with but seems the genetics of the Hashigaki Clan took over and removed the kids ability to see...let alone use those eyes of his effectively.” Shifting his focus to other documents another shinobi would speak up, “The Hashigaki Clan? I have heard of them before...that’s the clan where some are born blind but they are naturally attuned with echolocation isn’t it?”, with his statement being backed up by several other shinobi. “Seems after fully developing into a fetus, they introduced a kikai insect into his body”, his eyes would narrow as he continued to read from the scattered papers. “Wait, this boy was given a kikai from the Aburame Clan? If that is true then it must have formed a symbiotic relationship with the infants chakra coils…..something dangerous at that age, guess when you are born an experiment morals matter nothing towards what is done to you.”, said another shinobi. The squad leader however was slightly amazed as he continued to scan the material, finding that not only had the kikai not drained the child at such a early stage but it had subsequently over time and generations developed into a breed sensitive to sound. “Seems he was lucky in the grand scheme of things...either that or they were right and there was some underlying factor that increased his bodies ability to adjust to these changes.”, spoke as he began stacking every piece of documentation that had been gathered from the room.
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“We’re getting word the other raids were equally as successful, even with some casualties.”, were the words spoken as the group of shinobi moved with haste through the treeline while smoke and fire danced to their backs. Having destroyed the facility and all the evidence with it they were eager and hastily returning back to headquarters. Resting over the shoulder of the squad leader, unresponsive and unconscious would be the boy. Their mission was a specific one and if they were to find subjects alive then it was their job to retrieve them if at all possible. “To think in the shadows of this war they were taking shinobi clan genes and trying to---”, the woman speaking was cut off by a look from the leader and dropped the subject. This was not something that would be repeated by them or any of the other squads acting on this mission during the raid, their orders were absolute about that. “Take comfort in the fact that at least after tonight, this boy will have a village to call home. One liberated and a haven for shinobi and citizen alike again…” were the words spoken by their squadron’s leader as the group disappeared into the darkness of the woods.
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[Over a decade and some years later]
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As if the facial bandages were not enough, he would tie the navy cloth of his headband tightly behind his head. The metal plaque with the leaf insignia inscribed in the metal covered the area over his eyes, a secondary layer of covering besides the bandages themselves. The day was young and it was almost time to provide relief to the squad that manned the gates through the course of the night. Turning his head towards the shelf, he would place his palm against a picture frame and seemingly stare at it. "It is my birthday...isn't it. It's been five years since you were here to share it...", his words were not mixed emotionally but stern. Turning his back to the frame, San would walk out of the small apartment he was assigned. With each step his black world filled with detailed outlines and with each noise the air hummed to life. A small insect would crawl from beneath the collar of his jounin vest, lifting into the air while his lips curved into a smirk. Meanwhile back in the apartment the sunlight began to shine through the blinds, illuminating the picture frame. Pictured would be San as a young boy, surrounded by several individuals with one being the same man who led the squad that had found him, who was grinning ear to ear with a palm on San's head.
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Age:<i></i> 18
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Gender:<i></i> Male
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Height:<i></i> 5' 10''
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Weight:<i></i> 149 lbs
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He stands shy of 5’10’’ with a weight of 149 lbs on an understably lean yet muscular frame.With the upper portion of his face completely bandaged, most would never know he has short black hair. His eyes both have sharingan patterns along the pupils, despite the fact that he is blind due to the experimentation upon him. He wears a typical flak jacket known to leaf chuunin and up, with a variation outfit composing of a grey suit. Beneath either suit, he wears a mesh shirt with some armor panels lined along the chest. Bandages equally cover his legs and he wears standard shinobi style sandals.
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Very independent and self-confident, San can equally be arrogant and condescending whether he realizes it or not. He has a low tolerance however for those who like to challenge his intelligence and even more so for those who are self-described trouble makers. He holds the codes of the shinobi to his heart and lives by them, subconsciously expects to die by them as well.
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Alignment:<i></i> Lawful Neutral
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Those of this alignment view regulation as all-important, taking a middle ground betwixt evil and good. This is because the ultimate harmony of the world--and the whole universe--is considered by lawful neutral creatures to have its sole hope rest upon law and order. Evil or good are immaterial beside the determined purpose of bringing all to predictability and regulation. It is the view of this alignment that law and order give purpose and meaning to everything. Without regimentation and strict definition, there would be no purpose in the cosmos. Therefore, whether a law is good or evil is of no import as long as it brings order and meaning.
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