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[ p e r s o n a l - i n f o r m a t i o n ]:
Name: Minamoto Takumi
Alias: Maverick
Age: 18
Height: 6'1"
Gender: Male
Body Frame: Lean
Natural Hair Color: Chestnut Wood Brown.
Natural Eye Color: Gray Smoke. | Doujutsu: Vermilion Red
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral. He can be swayed.
Rank: Chuunin
Branch: Anbu Branch.
Bloodline: Uchiha
Kinjutsu: Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan.
[ a p p e a r a n c e ]:
Brown hair comes from this certain individual, landing near his neck almost. His skin tone is more of a normal tan than anything, as he is not milk white. There are a few scars upon this body and he does not attempt to hide them. He is a ninja, and as such, understands that sometimes you've got to get a little down and dirty. One can normally spot Taku wearing a red button up, black slacks, and the blazer that he always seems to hold as opposed to actually wearing.
[ p e r s o n a l i t y ]:
Presented with style and finesse, or so he likes to claim. The ever humble Minamoto Takumi can be said to be some what of an enigma. Most people, without trying to dig to deep, are quick to say that he is fleet minded, never focused, always looking ahead and never at the sides. Those kinds of people are there only to make him laugh. He simply cherishes the fact that he has reasons to live. He's one of the few people who can enjoy life with what he loves the most, his family.
[ o t h e r - i n f o r m a t i o n ]:
Emotional Overload sometimes leads to bleeding eyes. Do not be alarmed, this is normal, and It happens because of his rise and struggle to get where he is today.
[ l i k e s & d i s l i k e s ]:
Likes: Music. Chocolate. Birds. Ambition. Fedora Hats. Style.
Dislikes: Being annoyed[who doesn't?]. Ignorance.[He's more lenient on this subject, there are several definitions.] Sour candy. Top Hats.
[ h i s t o r y ]:
The Minamoto Clan, in it's past and even present life, had always shared the religious belief that those who held power and might under their fist controlled and ruled the lands. It was true, to a point, to a fault even, for with power under them there had been several battles won, several ties forged and strengthened through such means. The Minamoto clan had been known for many things in their past. Taijutsu being the main success that flourished throughout the clans history. The skills they possessed seemed to go unsurpassed and could be said to even rival that of the famed Jyuuken style of the Hyuuga clan. It was not always as such, for of course like many great things in history, the Minamoto clan had to make their stake and claim in history. Fighting for their right to be remembered and recognized for such feats.
It was said, that long ago, at the start of possibly even time, there was a creature. One of the lone nature, one that could not be bothered with the whimsy and faceless ideals of the others of its kind. It was a creature all itself and unique of its own right. Its name was Sadawoo. Sadowoo was one of a kind, in the sense that his thoughts and words were not of the others birthed along side him. For you see, Sadowoo had one thing that the others had. Ambition. He had no need for petty mortals to bow down to him, nor did he care for offerings from their cattle and sacrifices. No. He was out with a purpose.
Earthed alone and left to his solitude by the other selfish gods Sadowoo hide himself amongst the very creatures created by his kind, the mortals. He did not seek their admiration, nor did he want their words of praise and worship. He merely wanted to lay in what he thought was the ultimate goal of life. Oh, his ambition, you ask? Well you see. Sadowoo was one who sought after a feeling that most could never actually claim they had. The other gods couldn't, at least. Yes. He sought after happiness. That permanent happiness. And while the other gods, who constantly bickered amongst one another and argued, flinging powers which way and another, punishing their own creations by shifting them through trials and such via the repercussions of said arguments, Sadowoo was astounded, baffled even, to find that one thing he'd been searching for in the very people who suffered.
How can someone be...happy? In the state that they were in? It was down right ludicrous, right? There was no way it was true, for they were forced day in and day out to bring forth the offerings, forced to endure when they did not deserve, forced to accept and hold thy tongue when opposed. How could -they- the simplest of creatures, able to die from a mere flesh wound, have the ability to find happiness, content-ness, absolute peace?
The word was simple and plain, out in the open. Companionship. They had each other, always, being loyal, you would never lose what you had, for they were always together. They derived their strength from one another, held on when things were of the utmost unbearable. And together, they made it through. Sadowoo saw this, saw that fact. Surprising as it was, and made to lay with a woman and give birth to a clan made out of those very ideals. Can you guess the clan?
Pfft, None other than the Senj-... I mean, the Minamoto of course. Sadowoo would find that this select group of clansmen in the harsh Country side would find the warmth and sincere happiness. Through time he would see that their happiness was derived from their sincere and unwavering want to help one another to reach the pinnacle of their growth. As such due to the harsh conditions they had grown accustomed to their bodies would naturally grow toughened and thick, making their physical forms naturally toned and muscular (like Samoans.)
Over time Sadowoo would watch them, and bless them for the happiness they would give to one another with no ask of return or anything of that sort. Normally hearing the phrase 'pay it forward' amongst them would remind him of what he left behind. Absolutely nothing. The bickering ad arguing back where he was from would lead him to a large amount of despair, but these people had shown him the compassion and kindness as well as having a sense of pride in what they did and who they were as a people. And Thus, from what they had shown them he would find it within himself to bless them... with the eyes that rivaled himself. Power that would set them apart from others in the land... but as they were mortals, he could only give to them what was already in existence. The Sharingan, Byakugan, and the Sanryoukyougan.
The first man to experience this blessing, Minamoto Yoshimoto the first head of the family. As he was wavered at first accepting anything from an outsider for simple kindness had not crossed his mind. But after a bit of time he would take the gift if only to better help his family and protect the next generation. As time would begin to associate itself the clan would live in solace with Sadowoo, the holy being would fall into the realms of the family, as he would be sealed into the Scroll of the Minamoto. Held by the Head of the Family.
Centuries would pass, And the formation of the Kirigakure would occur. And The Clansmen of Minamoto would begin to help form the beginnings of the city that was Mist. Fighting off intruders that looked to hurt the people within. Along with the Shoukyou and the Isaki clans they would form the structure from which it would be forged. After two hundred and fifty years of the clans fending off outsiders wanting the world as they knew to end and to take their rich lands away from the people that would take the interest of the richer clans.
As time carried on and the years passed by, it would come that the greatest minds that this country had ever seen would begin to be born, giving birth to the strongest minded and willed that had ever been known since the beginning of the clan's history. Sadowoo had again blessed them, however with a bit of a catch this time...
The prideful eyes that the clan had grown to be known for had not been bestowed on the eldest of this generation, Taro. Him along side his cousins and siblings had been deemed the smartest of their time.... And as time would go on they would bring the nation closer together alongside the clans of the region.
It was said, that long ago, at the start of possibly even time, there was a creature. One of the lone nature, one that could not be bothered with the whimsy and faceless ideals of the others of its kind. It was a creature all itself and unique of its own right. Its name was Sadawoo. Sadowoo was one of a kind, in the sense that his thoughts and words were not of the others birthed along side him. For you see, Sadowoo had one thing that the others had. Ambition. He had no need for petty mortals to bow down to him, nor did he care for offerings from their cattle and sacrifices. No. He was out with a purpose.
Earthed alone and left to his solitude by the other selfish gods Sadowoo hide himself amongst the very creatures created by his kind, the mortals. He did not seek their admiration, nor did he want their words of praise and worship. He merely wanted to lay in what he thought was the ultimate goal of life. Oh, his ambition, you ask? Well you see. Sadowoo was one who sought after a feeling that most could never actually claim they had. The other gods couldn't, at least. Yes. He sought after happiness. That permanent happiness. And while the other gods, who constantly bickered amongst one another and argued, flinging powers which way and another, punishing their own creations by shifting them through trials and such via the repercussions of said arguments, Sadowoo was astounded, baffled even, to find that one thing he'd been searching for in the very people who suffered.
How can someone be...happy? In the state that they were in? It was down right ludicrous, right? There was no way it was true, for they were forced day in and day out to bring forth the offerings, forced to endure when they did not deserve, forced to accept and hold thy tongue when opposed. How could -they- the simplest of creatures, able to die from a mere flesh wound, have the ability to find happiness, content-ness, absolute peace?
The word was simple and plain, out in the open. Companionship. They had each other, always, being loyal, you would never lose what you had, for they were always together. They derived their strength from one another, held on when things were of the utmost unbearable. And together, they made it through. Sadowoo saw this, saw that fact. Surprising as it was, and made to lay with a woman and give birth to a clan made out of those very ideals. Can you guess the clan?
Pfft, None other than the Senj-... I mean, the Minamoto of course. Sadowoo would find that this select group of clansmen in the harsh Country side would find the warmth and sincere happiness. Through time he would see that their happiness was derived from their sincere and unwavering want to help one another to reach the pinnacle of their growth. As such due to the harsh conditions they had grown accustomed to their bodies would naturally grow toughened and thick, making their physical forms naturally toned and muscular (like Samoans.)
Over time Sadowoo would watch them, and bless them for the happiness they would give to one another with no ask of return or anything of that sort. Normally hearing the phrase 'pay it forward' amongst them would remind him of what he left behind. Absolutely nothing. The bickering ad arguing back where he was from would lead him to a large amount of despair, but these people had shown him the compassion and kindness as well as having a sense of pride in what they did and who they were as a people. And Thus, from what they had shown them he would find it within himself to bless them... with the eyes that rivaled himself. Power that would set them apart from others in the land... but as they were mortals, he could only give to them what was already in existence. The Sharingan, Byakugan, and the Sanryoukyougan.
The first man to experience this blessing, Minamoto Yoshimoto the first head of the family. As he was wavered at first accepting anything from an outsider for simple kindness had not crossed his mind. But after a bit of time he would take the gift if only to better help his family and protect the next generation. As time would begin to associate itself the clan would live in solace with Sadowoo, the holy being would fall into the realms of the family, as he would be sealed into the Scroll of the Minamoto. Held by the Head of the Family.
Centuries would pass, And the formation of the Kirigakure would occur. And The Clansmen of Minamoto would begin to help form the beginnings of the city that was Mist. Fighting off intruders that looked to hurt the people within. Along with the Shoukyou and the Isaki clans they would form the structure from which it would be forged. After two hundred and fifty years of the clans fending off outsiders wanting the world as they knew to end and to take their rich lands away from the people that would take the interest of the richer clans.
As time carried on and the years passed by, it would come that the greatest minds that this country had ever seen would begin to be born, giving birth to the strongest minded and willed that had ever been known since the beginning of the clan's history. Sadowoo had again blessed them, however with a bit of a catch this time...
The prideful eyes that the clan had grown to be known for had not been bestowed on the eldest of this generation, Taro. Him along side his cousins and siblings had been deemed the smartest of their time.... And as time would go on they would bring the nation closer together alongside the clans of the region.
