Name: Igarashi Susumu
Age: 11
Physical Description:
Susumu waited patiently in the massive crowd of children awaiting their chance to be enrolled in the Shinobi Academy. Having been able to enroll for a couple of years now, he’s eagerly trying to hear everything that the Jounin before the crowd has to say. His head pokes out just a few centimeters above the rest, he being slightly above the average size and age of children to join up as a Genin. His mother had begged him to wait one more year, just as she had last year. He could not allow her to spend all of the yen she’s ever earned in an effort to bulk him up before sending him off towards what she’d expect to be one of the hardest challenges of his life. He wasn’t worried, even giving himself a reassuring nod as the crowd funneled through the front doors of the academy. One group splits to the left, another to the right, Susumu follows that group. They’re lined up before a few odd-looking machines, ones that he’s seen once before in a doctor’s office, though he’s never gotten the chance to actually use one. “NEXT!” A chuunin calls out, clipboard in hand, “IGARASHI SUSUMU.” Being called, he steps onto the platform as the boy before him had, a ticked pole being compared to the top of his head, as a digitized screen displays his weight. The chuunin nods and gestures Susumu to continue, recording in the provided boxes the new student’s height and weight:
[IGARASHI, SUSUMU]-- [HT:|150.2cm] [WT.|40.2kg]
Mental Description:
Most of Susumu’s intentions are good ones, he’s always worried about his mother and never about himself. He’s very protective over those that he trusts, or those that trust him. Being a child, Susumu doesn’t focus on his mental health, not knowing the difference between a traumatic memory or just a memory in general. He doesn’t seek knowledge from others that he himself can find within the library or through training. He’s intelligent and has a good sense of responsibility, though acting this way as a child is not always easy, leaving him to mischief and general tomfoolery. Susumu had to bear the burden of being his own father, the man supposed to fill that role too busy of a shinobi to have time to be a husband, let alone a father. He has been the man to cherish his own mother, and keep her safe when needed, being the man of the house since he was old enough to walk. Regardless, even seeing the man that is half responsible for his birth inspires him to become greater, stronger, and further attuned with the swordsmen that dot his bloodline.
History:
The Village Hidden in the Clouds is a well-known gem of the world, many travelers and shinobi alike visit the village in order to bask in its awe, those raised there appreciating its value and beauty for what it's worth, meaning those living outside of the slums of course. Those left to wallow around the slums of the Cronopolis are not the first thing that tourists see, not placing the epic historical site on their itineraries in an effort to avoid the people living in the streets around it. Susumu wasn’t as lucky. He grew up in the cheapest, muckiest homes that the Kumogakure had to offer, his mother having had to fill out a week's worth of paperwork, just to prove that her and her son had previously lived in an abandoned home with three other families. Susumu simply followed his mother where she went, snarling at grown men that had a word or two to say, or silently trailing her through the violence and poverty ridden street that they called home. As far as he knew, he never had a single conversation with his father, and his mother often cracks out that his father barely knew her name before asking her to marry him.
Regardless of Susumu’s social standing or anything pertaining to financial status, he still grew up as a happy child, he and his mother often told stories, sung, or read aloud to one another to pass the time of endless nights. Becoming a shinobi wasn’t something that Susumu had dreamed of, it was more something that could one day help him to buy his mother a home, or dinner during a week that her wages were in waiting. His father also played a part in this desire, his life too busy for a family, though somehow not for the shinobi way. Optimistically, Susumu believes that he can balance the two, loving those around him while also successfully living the life of a great, well renowned shinobi.
Age: 11
Physical Description:
Susumu waited patiently in the massive crowd of children awaiting their chance to be enrolled in the Shinobi Academy. Having been able to enroll for a couple of years now, he’s eagerly trying to hear everything that the Jounin before the crowd has to say. His head pokes out just a few centimeters above the rest, he being slightly above the average size and age of children to join up as a Genin. His mother had begged him to wait one more year, just as she had last year. He could not allow her to spend all of the yen she’s ever earned in an effort to bulk him up before sending him off towards what she’d expect to be one of the hardest challenges of his life. He wasn’t worried, even giving himself a reassuring nod as the crowd funneled through the front doors of the academy. One group splits to the left, another to the right, Susumu follows that group. They’re lined up before a few odd-looking machines, ones that he’s seen once before in a doctor’s office, though he’s never gotten the chance to actually use one. “NEXT!” A chuunin calls out, clipboard in hand, “IGARASHI SUSUMU.” Being called, he steps onto the platform as the boy before him had, a ticked pole being compared to the top of his head, as a digitized screen displays his weight. The chuunin nods and gestures Susumu to continue, recording in the provided boxes the new student’s height and weight:
[IGARASHI, SUSUMU]-- [HT:|150.2cm] [WT.|40.2kg]
Mental Description:
Most of Susumu’s intentions are good ones, he’s always worried about his mother and never about himself. He’s very protective over those that he trusts, or those that trust him. Being a child, Susumu doesn’t focus on his mental health, not knowing the difference between a traumatic memory or just a memory in general. He doesn’t seek knowledge from others that he himself can find within the library or through training. He’s intelligent and has a good sense of responsibility, though acting this way as a child is not always easy, leaving him to mischief and general tomfoolery. Susumu had to bear the burden of being his own father, the man supposed to fill that role too busy of a shinobi to have time to be a husband, let alone a father. He has been the man to cherish his own mother, and keep her safe when needed, being the man of the house since he was old enough to walk. Regardless, even seeing the man that is half responsible for his birth inspires him to become greater, stronger, and further attuned with the swordsmen that dot his bloodline.
History:
The Village Hidden in the Clouds is a well-known gem of the world, many travelers and shinobi alike visit the village in order to bask in its awe, those raised there appreciating its value and beauty for what it's worth, meaning those living outside of the slums of course. Those left to wallow around the slums of the Cronopolis are not the first thing that tourists see, not placing the epic historical site on their itineraries in an effort to avoid the people living in the streets around it. Susumu wasn’t as lucky. He grew up in the cheapest, muckiest homes that the Kumogakure had to offer, his mother having had to fill out a week's worth of paperwork, just to prove that her and her son had previously lived in an abandoned home with three other families. Susumu simply followed his mother where she went, snarling at grown men that had a word or two to say, or silently trailing her through the violence and poverty ridden street that they called home. As far as he knew, he never had a single conversation with his father, and his mother often cracks out that his father barely knew her name before asking her to marry him.
Regardless of Susumu’s social standing or anything pertaining to financial status, he still grew up as a happy child, he and his mother often told stories, sung, or read aloud to one another to pass the time of endless nights. Becoming a shinobi wasn’t something that Susumu had dreamed of, it was more something that could one day help him to buy his mother a home, or dinner during a week that her wages were in waiting. His father also played a part in this desire, his life too busy for a family, though somehow not for the shinobi way. Optimistically, Susumu believes that he can balance the two, loving those around him while also successfully living the life of a great, well renowned shinobi.
