Name: Hakiri Tadaomi
Age: 11
Physical Description: Yet to undergo his growth spurt, Tadaomi is a short little pipsqueak that hasn't hit four and a half feet tall. His muscles stand out, toned and solid on his frame, a lean and mean machine that's burned off any semblance of softness on him. Weighing in at 120 pounds, Tadaomi still clearly has a lot of growth to do, but what's already there is solid. With sharp brown eyes and messy black hair, the rest of his face is slowly shaping up to be serious and sharp, with a harsh, angular nose. Expressions of coldness and arrogance come naturally, or derision. His true smile is often awkward...possibly because he doesn't truly feel joy all that often, so it can be somewhat stilted, whereas his polite mask is tried and true, a faint smile at home even on his youthful face.
Fashion is something he wouldn't recognize if it bit him in the ass though. It's simply not something he cares about, or could even evaluate. The result is clothing which is dull and strictly utilitarian-black, black, and more black. At most you can get him to wear dark green or brown, but that's as far as he's willing to go. His typical outfit is a set of trousers, a pair of shuriken and kunai holsters on the right leg, and he envisions a short sword eventually added to the mix. Simple, fingerless gloves, well fitted shinobi sandles, and a loose shirt are the only things he has left. As much as possible he goes for clothing which lets him have the maximum range of movement possible, loose but still fitting...and with enough room to conceal any weapons he might tuck away.
Across his arms are a set of scars, of which a few new ones can be seen every so often. The scars are the result of family training...and if he were to take his clothing off, the rest of them would be obvious, liberally covering his body. He isn't ashamed of them though, and doesn't wear clothing to conceal them.
Tadaomi's voice is still high, but steadily dropping as he grows older. When walking or running he moves with an easy gait that still keeps him on his toes. His body language is sometimes aggressive, sometimes arrogant, and almost always self-confident.
Mental Description: Ruthless and decisive, Tadaomi can be compared to a sword with some accuracy. Whatever he decides he wants, he works towards. His methods might not be straightforward, but he permits no weakness or cowardice in himself, deeming both of those qualities weakness, something he despises. Weakness must be cut away and left behind, something that was beaten into him from a very early age with...perhaps a little too much success. He has effectively no hobbies that don't relate in some way toward training, although he does enjoy the act of training for its own sake. But it's less that it's fun, and more that it fills him with a feeling of satisfaction. A very good student and a very competitive one, he has little patience for teachers that he feels waste his time...and for his fellow students who don't put in their best effort or have the skills to match.
Somewhat arrogant and prideful, Tadaomi believes that with enough time, there will be no one he cannot surpass. Strength to him is the product of hard work and diligence, not just 'talent'. Because of that, he despises the weak who refuse to improve themselves. He is also somewhat cold inside, with so much being focused on becoming stronger, Tadaomi lacks friends and some interpersonal skills. He is frequently blunt and sometimes harsh. It's not that he doesn't know how to lie, but simply that he often doesn't see the point.
Hobbies: Sparring, free running, studying new Jutsu
Dislikes: Fashion, Fools, Genjutsu, Boredom
Favorite Foods: Takoyaki, Ramen, Sushi
Wish: To be strong enough no one can give him orders.
History: Tadaomi was born to a small family on the outskirts of Monumentum Deo, the second son of a retired Shinobi couple from Lightning. Or that's what they called themselves, because retired sounds better than crippled. Unable to perform anything but the most basic of movements, Tatsuo and Rena were forced to retire at a younger age than they would have liked, making their way to a nearly inhospitable town near the rugged and inhospitable mountain chain in order to reunite with Rena's family. It was a small clan, with only a few of the older generation, and only a single aunt with her own children. On first glance, the hills and the rugged, threadbare forest were terrible places to raise children.
That would have been true, were they not Kyoujouran.
The tough hills and forests were perfect for training their children once they were old enough, but they hardly started with that. Tadaomi's first memory is him dripping with sweat, the pain of a lash across his back, forcing himself to push forward through one more set of pushups. His family's standards were draconian from the very beginning, and he found himself being forced to meet each one. Strength was found in practice, he was told. Anyone could become strong so long as they put their all into it. It was a cruel, harsh world, but his parents and the rest of his family would help him become strong.
Training was hellish, but it was his life and his world simply because he was exposed to nothing else. The natural beauty of Monumentum Deo struck him numb for the first time he saw the rugged chain of mountains up close, but after that it was simply an impressive place for him to learn how to climb and jump. Made even more impressive because of how deadly it was. He was only six when his brother died from a fall, and after only a brief mourning period, his family refocused their efforts onto him and his younger brother, Akira. His cousin also died a year later, but the response was the same.
He barely remembers now when he complained, when he wondered why it was so hard. The thoughts were drilled out of him, by training or by beating, before long. Eventually he found himself looking forward to training, to gaining the only sign of approval from his family he could. By surpassing their expectations they would praise him...and double down on what they wanted from him the next time. By the time he was eight he looked down on the other people in his village. Why weren't they trying to become stronger as well? Did they want to remain here all of their lives?
He was told, however, not to become arrogant. That pride and overconfidence were just as deadly as any lack of effort. Tadaomi did pay attention to that...but his pride in how hard he worked remained, no matter what his family told him.
When he became old enough, his grandfather began to train him in how to use weapons. When he asked why, he was told that his parents were mostly crippled and couldn't do it. The revelation shook him, dispelling the idea that his parents were truly powerful as well. They were crippled...and trying to instill in their son the notions that might give him power. To teach him that all that mattered in life was his own personal power.
Those thoughts were interesting, but he kept them in the back of his mind while he continued to grow. Sadly, the first two years that the assessor came to see if he would be eligible for the Shinobi Academy, he was bedridden from injuries while training. The overly harsh methods of the Kyoujouran were hurting him, and each time he was forced to stop doing much of anything at all while he recovered slowly. However, finally, he was hale and healthy when the assessor came, and he was packed off to the Shinobi Academy with the promise that he would learn all he could and return to his family stronger than ever before. There, in Kumogakure, he is finally separated from his family and immersed in a different society than before and can start to change. But he's learned one valuable lesson already.
Only the strong survive. And even though he's still a child, he's promised himself that he will be strong some day. This is the true start to his dream, and he's more than ready to experience it.
Age: 11
Physical Description: Yet to undergo his growth spurt, Tadaomi is a short little pipsqueak that hasn't hit four and a half feet tall. His muscles stand out, toned and solid on his frame, a lean and mean machine that's burned off any semblance of softness on him. Weighing in at 120 pounds, Tadaomi still clearly has a lot of growth to do, but what's already there is solid. With sharp brown eyes and messy black hair, the rest of his face is slowly shaping up to be serious and sharp, with a harsh, angular nose. Expressions of coldness and arrogance come naturally, or derision. His true smile is often awkward...possibly because he doesn't truly feel joy all that often, so it can be somewhat stilted, whereas his polite mask is tried and true, a faint smile at home even on his youthful face.
Fashion is something he wouldn't recognize if it bit him in the ass though. It's simply not something he cares about, or could even evaluate. The result is clothing which is dull and strictly utilitarian-black, black, and more black. At most you can get him to wear dark green or brown, but that's as far as he's willing to go. His typical outfit is a set of trousers, a pair of shuriken and kunai holsters on the right leg, and he envisions a short sword eventually added to the mix. Simple, fingerless gloves, well fitted shinobi sandles, and a loose shirt are the only things he has left. As much as possible he goes for clothing which lets him have the maximum range of movement possible, loose but still fitting...and with enough room to conceal any weapons he might tuck away.
Across his arms are a set of scars, of which a few new ones can be seen every so often. The scars are the result of family training...and if he were to take his clothing off, the rest of them would be obvious, liberally covering his body. He isn't ashamed of them though, and doesn't wear clothing to conceal them.
Tadaomi's voice is still high, but steadily dropping as he grows older. When walking or running he moves with an easy gait that still keeps him on his toes. His body language is sometimes aggressive, sometimes arrogant, and almost always self-confident.
Mental Description: Ruthless and decisive, Tadaomi can be compared to a sword with some accuracy. Whatever he decides he wants, he works towards. His methods might not be straightforward, but he permits no weakness or cowardice in himself, deeming both of those qualities weakness, something he despises. Weakness must be cut away and left behind, something that was beaten into him from a very early age with...perhaps a little too much success. He has effectively no hobbies that don't relate in some way toward training, although he does enjoy the act of training for its own sake. But it's less that it's fun, and more that it fills him with a feeling of satisfaction. A very good student and a very competitive one, he has little patience for teachers that he feels waste his time...and for his fellow students who don't put in their best effort or have the skills to match.
Somewhat arrogant and prideful, Tadaomi believes that with enough time, there will be no one he cannot surpass. Strength to him is the product of hard work and diligence, not just 'talent'. Because of that, he despises the weak who refuse to improve themselves. He is also somewhat cold inside, with so much being focused on becoming stronger, Tadaomi lacks friends and some interpersonal skills. He is frequently blunt and sometimes harsh. It's not that he doesn't know how to lie, but simply that he often doesn't see the point.
Hobbies: Sparring, free running, studying new Jutsu
Dislikes: Fashion, Fools, Genjutsu, Boredom
Favorite Foods: Takoyaki, Ramen, Sushi
Wish: To be strong enough no one can give him orders.
History: Tadaomi was born to a small family on the outskirts of Monumentum Deo, the second son of a retired Shinobi couple from Lightning. Or that's what they called themselves, because retired sounds better than crippled. Unable to perform anything but the most basic of movements, Tatsuo and Rena were forced to retire at a younger age than they would have liked, making their way to a nearly inhospitable town near the rugged and inhospitable mountain chain in order to reunite with Rena's family. It was a small clan, with only a few of the older generation, and only a single aunt with her own children. On first glance, the hills and the rugged, threadbare forest were terrible places to raise children.
That would have been true, were they not Kyoujouran.
The tough hills and forests were perfect for training their children once they were old enough, but they hardly started with that. Tadaomi's first memory is him dripping with sweat, the pain of a lash across his back, forcing himself to push forward through one more set of pushups. His family's standards were draconian from the very beginning, and he found himself being forced to meet each one. Strength was found in practice, he was told. Anyone could become strong so long as they put their all into it. It was a cruel, harsh world, but his parents and the rest of his family would help him become strong.
Training was hellish, but it was his life and his world simply because he was exposed to nothing else. The natural beauty of Monumentum Deo struck him numb for the first time he saw the rugged chain of mountains up close, but after that it was simply an impressive place for him to learn how to climb and jump. Made even more impressive because of how deadly it was. He was only six when his brother died from a fall, and after only a brief mourning period, his family refocused their efforts onto him and his younger brother, Akira. His cousin also died a year later, but the response was the same.
He barely remembers now when he complained, when he wondered why it was so hard. The thoughts were drilled out of him, by training or by beating, before long. Eventually he found himself looking forward to training, to gaining the only sign of approval from his family he could. By surpassing their expectations they would praise him...and double down on what they wanted from him the next time. By the time he was eight he looked down on the other people in his village. Why weren't they trying to become stronger as well? Did they want to remain here all of their lives?
He was told, however, not to become arrogant. That pride and overconfidence were just as deadly as any lack of effort. Tadaomi did pay attention to that...but his pride in how hard he worked remained, no matter what his family told him.
When he became old enough, his grandfather began to train him in how to use weapons. When he asked why, he was told that his parents were mostly crippled and couldn't do it. The revelation shook him, dispelling the idea that his parents were truly powerful as well. They were crippled...and trying to instill in their son the notions that might give him power. To teach him that all that mattered in life was his own personal power.
Those thoughts were interesting, but he kept them in the back of his mind while he continued to grow. Sadly, the first two years that the assessor came to see if he would be eligible for the Shinobi Academy, he was bedridden from injuries while training. The overly harsh methods of the Kyoujouran were hurting him, and each time he was forced to stop doing much of anything at all while he recovered slowly. However, finally, he was hale and healthy when the assessor came, and he was packed off to the Shinobi Academy with the promise that he would learn all he could and return to his family stronger than ever before. There, in Kumogakure, he is finally separated from his family and immersed in a different society than before and can start to change. But he's learned one valuable lesson already.
Only the strong survive. And even though he's still a child, he's promised himself that he will be strong some day. This is the true start to his dream, and he's more than ready to experience it.
