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Name: Wa-takeshi Watashi
Age: 10
Height: 4’6”
Weight: 78 lbs
Gender: Male
Rank: Academy Student
Village: Kumogakure
Physical Description:
Slightly above average height for his age, Watashi has a head full of reddish-brown hair, which spikes around in all sorts of different directions. He’s constantly wearing sunglasses, a habit that later down the line came to bite him heavily in the rear, and is only ever seen with them on or with his eyes closed. He’s most commonly seen wearing a long sleeved, blue or purple shirt, though it’s also more of a habit than anything else. On days where he’s feeling particularly outgoing, Watashi will be found wearing shirts of different color! Watashi also wears a necklace with a nifty looking symbol that he really likes, and prefers wearing longer pants over shorts.
Mental Description:
Watashi has always had a habit for following habits. As a child, he ran around always wearing sunglasses because it eventually became habit for him. He wears the same outfit every day out of little other than habit. With a strange, sometimes compulsive desire to stick to these ritualistic constants in his life, Watashi can occasionally come off as a bit more controlling than the average child. While not the brightest child on the block, Watashi isn’t the most stupid either, keeping a keen attention to details. Perhaps the most damning of Watashi’s fatal flaws however, is his constant need to talk. Whether it be about the weather, things that he’s noticed, or just finding ways to compliment the people around him, Watashi enjoys talking very much and oftentimes it’s hard to find him silent.
History:
Born to two blind parents, Watashi was his parents’ pride and joy with a big strong pair of healthy eyes. Constantly using the power of vision to beam at everything, he was more than excited to have healthy vision due to living in a household of people with strong vision impairment. Until the day that the other kids asked Watashi to wear extremely dark sunglasses due to being a tad creepy, Watashi made the best out of his vision, pointing at things and happily exclaiming what they were - a habit brought out by his joyful explanations of everything around him to his parents that couldn’t really see.
His life continued peacefully for a short while, Watashi gloomily looking at everything through his shades and calling everything out, while his mother worked on her simple cobbling job at home on some days, while selling shoes at the market on other days. Watashi never really knew what his father did, only that it was “very cool”, until the terrible day came when he received the news that dad had died. Up until then, Watashi just knew that his father went out in the morning to his job and came back some nights, while oftentimes being “out” for several days on end. Assuming it was just the fact that he was getting lost on the way home, Watashi never really questioned it, or the ability of a blind man to get a normal job.
In blind hindsight, maybe being an assassin wasn’t the best profession for a man without fully-functioning eyeballs. Sneakily climbing a building to get some espionage on his mark, Watashi’s father continued ignorantly on his way upwards without seeing the fact that he was climbing on a series of windows on the Cloud building. Luckily for him at that time, the janitor on the night shift cleaning had coincidentally also been blind and his cover wasn’t blown. Unluckily though, that janitor had decided that maybe the room was a bit too smelly with all of his fancy cleaning chemicals and wanted to get some air.
With the sudden shift in his environment from the window opening, Watashi’s father was caught completely unaware and let go. It was a long fall down, a longer reflection on poor career decisions, and a much shorter end to him. For a few years, it was just Watashi and his mother at home, trying to make ends meet until Watashi got hit with a second fat dosing of the truth. It turned out that the tax collectors weren’t the most appreciative once they found out that the Wa-takeshi household made most of its funds through ill-gotten methods and most of their savings went right down the drain and into the pockets of government officials.
Without more consistent sources of funding and a declining market for cobblers as more shinobi changed to horribly unfashionable and unpractical sandals and slippers, there was little Watashi’s mother could do besides imagining how bad the checking account was looking. As more loan collectors came and went, it was soon apparent that she wouldn’t be able to stay in town as a normal citizen, and before long, she skipped village and left poor Watashi to fend for himself.
Watashi was just your average little boy, and couldn’t do too much for food and shelter besides hiding out and trying to scrounge what he could get. Soon however, he realized that there existed a safe haven for little kids like him, a wonderful little place called the academy. For a big square meal a day, he’d get to sit inside a ventilated room and have a place to sleep! Sure there were some people called ‘teachers’ that would get mad at you for sleeping where you weren’t supposed to, but it was still better than people called ‘police’ getting mad.
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It was a good day for Watashi. With his slick shades that he had been wearing for years, ever since a very small age and his classic purplish shirt, Watashi was highly enjoying himself in the classroom. With how bad the shades were, he couldn’t see much of anything, but the talkative boy had always had a gift for figuring it out. None of his friends knew how he did it - with shades that dark, logically no one would be able to almost pass themselves off as having normal vision, but Watashi managed it, jabbering on all the way.
His good day took a terrible turn though when he was shook awake by the person he had earlier learned was called a teacher. “Okay, kid, you can’t be wearing your sunglasses indoors like that. Take them off.” Angry at the rude awakening, Watashi whipped his sunglasses off and turned to glare at the teacher until…
Watashi waved around the glasses a bit more, before hastily covering his face with his empty hand. Leaving the boy in confusion, the teacher humphed and went back to the front of the room as Watashi continued waving his hands like a madman. Years of wearing oppressively dark sunglasses from such a young age had turned Watashi’s vision horribly wrong. With glaring bright light coming from all corners of the somewhat dim room, and terribly distorted colors filling his vision amongst the light, Watashi spent the rest of the class with his eyes clasped as shut as possible.
When it ended, he hurriedly left the academy, putting his sunglasses on and stumbling his way out. With the placebo of not knowing that he was practically blind out of the way, Watashi seemed to lose his gift of just knowing where things were and avoiding them. Stumbling his way back to his alley, Watashi let out a shout of frustration before stopping in his tracks for the second time that day. Thinking back to how his mother was always humming while she walked around the house, how he always just kind of knew where things were as he walked and talked, and back again to how his dad really should not have been an assassin, Watashi started tentatively humming.
As he walked around the alley bumping into things, Watashi started raising the volume on his humming until he ended up just talking to himself loudly as he walked. The more he talked, the more he could stumble his way around the alleyway without knocking over cans and other people. Watashi spent the rest of the day trying to hone his strange ability that he realized, and between attempts to pay more attention to his echoes, to directing his conversation at certain objects, he could function like normal, even better than before. Adjusting his shades and clearing his throat, Watashi confidently set off on his journey to get some food and find a buddy to converse with to mask his disability.
Name: Wa-takeshi Watashi
Age: 10
Height: 4’6”
Weight: 78 lbs
Gender: Male
Rank: Academy Student
Village: Kumogakure
Physical Description:
Slightly above average height for his age, Watashi has a head full of reddish-brown hair, which spikes around in all sorts of different directions. He’s constantly wearing sunglasses, a habit that later down the line came to bite him heavily in the rear, and is only ever seen with them on or with his eyes closed. He’s most commonly seen wearing a long sleeved, blue or purple shirt, though it’s also more of a habit than anything else. On days where he’s feeling particularly outgoing, Watashi will be found wearing shirts of different color! Watashi also wears a necklace with a nifty looking symbol that he really likes, and prefers wearing longer pants over shorts.
Mental Description:
Watashi has always had a habit for following habits. As a child, he ran around always wearing sunglasses because it eventually became habit for him. He wears the same outfit every day out of little other than habit. With a strange, sometimes compulsive desire to stick to these ritualistic constants in his life, Watashi can occasionally come off as a bit more controlling than the average child. While not the brightest child on the block, Watashi isn’t the most stupid either, keeping a keen attention to details. Perhaps the most damning of Watashi’s fatal flaws however, is his constant need to talk. Whether it be about the weather, things that he’s noticed, or just finding ways to compliment the people around him, Watashi enjoys talking very much and oftentimes it’s hard to find him silent.
History:
Born to two blind parents, Watashi was his parents’ pride and joy with a big strong pair of healthy eyes. Constantly using the power of vision to beam at everything, he was more than excited to have healthy vision due to living in a household of people with strong vision impairment. Until the day that the other kids asked Watashi to wear extremely dark sunglasses due to being a tad creepy, Watashi made the best out of his vision, pointing at things and happily exclaiming what they were - a habit brought out by his joyful explanations of everything around him to his parents that couldn’t really see.
His life continued peacefully for a short while, Watashi gloomily looking at everything through his shades and calling everything out, while his mother worked on her simple cobbling job at home on some days, while selling shoes at the market on other days. Watashi never really knew what his father did, only that it was “very cool”, until the terrible day came when he received the news that dad had died. Up until then, Watashi just knew that his father went out in the morning to his job and came back some nights, while oftentimes being “out” for several days on end. Assuming it was just the fact that he was getting lost on the way home, Watashi never really questioned it, or the ability of a blind man to get a normal job.
In blind hindsight, maybe being an assassin wasn’t the best profession for a man without fully-functioning eyeballs. Sneakily climbing a building to get some espionage on his mark, Watashi’s father continued ignorantly on his way upwards without seeing the fact that he was climbing on a series of windows on the Cloud building. Luckily for him at that time, the janitor on the night shift cleaning had coincidentally also been blind and his cover wasn’t blown. Unluckily though, that janitor had decided that maybe the room was a bit too smelly with all of his fancy cleaning chemicals and wanted to get some air.
With the sudden shift in his environment from the window opening, Watashi’s father was caught completely unaware and let go. It was a long fall down, a longer reflection on poor career decisions, and a much shorter end to him. For a few years, it was just Watashi and his mother at home, trying to make ends meet until Watashi got hit with a second fat dosing of the truth. It turned out that the tax collectors weren’t the most appreciative once they found out that the Wa-takeshi household made most of its funds through ill-gotten methods and most of their savings went right down the drain and into the pockets of government officials.
Without more consistent sources of funding and a declining market for cobblers as more shinobi changed to horribly unfashionable and unpractical sandals and slippers, there was little Watashi’s mother could do besides imagining how bad the checking account was looking. As more loan collectors came and went, it was soon apparent that she wouldn’t be able to stay in town as a normal citizen, and before long, she skipped village and left poor Watashi to fend for himself.
Watashi was just your average little boy, and couldn’t do too much for food and shelter besides hiding out and trying to scrounge what he could get. Soon however, he realized that there existed a safe haven for little kids like him, a wonderful little place called the academy. For a big square meal a day, he’d get to sit inside a ventilated room and have a place to sleep! Sure there were some people called ‘teachers’ that would get mad at you for sleeping where you weren’t supposed to, but it was still better than people called ‘police’ getting mad.
Bloodline Application: Applying for Hashigaki Bloodline
It was a good day for Watashi. With his slick shades that he had been wearing for years, ever since a very small age and his classic purplish shirt, Watashi was highly enjoying himself in the classroom. With how bad the shades were, he couldn’t see much of anything, but the talkative boy had always had a gift for figuring it out. None of his friends knew how he did it - with shades that dark, logically no one would be able to almost pass themselves off as having normal vision, but Watashi managed it, jabbering on all the way.
His good day took a terrible turn though when he was shook awake by the person he had earlier learned was called a teacher. “Okay, kid, you can’t be wearing your sunglasses indoors like that. Take them off.” Angry at the rude awakening, Watashi whipped his sunglasses off and turned to glare at the teacher until…
Watashi waved around the glasses a bit more, before hastily covering his face with his empty hand. Leaving the boy in confusion, the teacher humphed and went back to the front of the room as Watashi continued waving his hands like a madman. Years of wearing oppressively dark sunglasses from such a young age had turned Watashi’s vision horribly wrong. With glaring bright light coming from all corners of the somewhat dim room, and terribly distorted colors filling his vision amongst the light, Watashi spent the rest of the class with his eyes clasped as shut as possible.
When it ended, he hurriedly left the academy, putting his sunglasses on and stumbling his way out. With the placebo of not knowing that he was practically blind out of the way, Watashi seemed to lose his gift of just knowing where things were and avoiding them. Stumbling his way back to his alley, Watashi let out a shout of frustration before stopping in his tracks for the second time that day. Thinking back to how his mother was always humming while she walked around the house, how he always just kind of knew where things were as he walked and talked, and back again to how his dad really should not have been an assassin, Watashi started tentatively humming.
As he walked around the alley bumping into things, Watashi started raising the volume on his humming until he ended up just talking to himself loudly as he walked. The more he talked, the more he could stumble his way around the alleyway without knocking over cans and other people. Watashi spent the rest of the day trying to hone his strange ability that he realized, and between attempts to pay more attention to his echoes, to directing his conversation at certain objects, he could function like normal, even better than before. Adjusting his shades and clearing his throat, Watashi confidently set off on his journey to get some food and find a buddy to converse with to mask his disability.
