Application to become an official cloudie~
Name: Katsumi, of the Koroda family.
Age: 10
Gender: Male
Sex: Male
General Description:
A young gentleman with a big heart. Brown eyes adorn his face, trimmed with a thin brown brow, on a feminine face with a masculine jaw, framed by neck length hair on either side, a shaggy fringe parting one way, obviously not obstructing the eyes, that would be stupid. Blunt, straightforward and clueless, just like his mother, but those around him usually find these qualities endearing, at least until he's older. Finds humour in the absurd and nonsensical, just like his father. Nobody likes dad jokes except the joke teller.
Despite being clueless with people, he is sharp with problems, but lazy in solving them. Taught to read and write at a young age, normal curriculum for him was boring, challengeless. His mother, a former teacher, ensured his academics were up to par. A very brave soul, he was raised to be daring in pressure situations or when given the opportunity to be adventurous, not to his detriment yet. A spitting image of his older sister, who waits a cafe for pocket money, though she had undergone puberty by this point. The two get along very well, as their personalities are very similar. Confident, precocious, and sharp, while being blunt, to the point, but unnuanced in communication. The two used to go on adventures together as children, but that's a different story, for another time.
History:
Conflict was erupting, as the leaf split into steel and darkness. The civil war in the fire country had taken a temporary backseat to a more immediate situation in the room. The screaming had stopped, and the room reeked of birth. A young boy was born.
The mother looked upon the baby with adoration, the hormones of motherhood were still very much flooding. Headbands still adorned, the couple started to communicate as the awe of this alien looking tiny human started to cry. He was definitely alive, and it was a wonderful day.
"He's beautiful."
"Yes, he is."
"We have to stay with him. I want him to be here with us."
The man stiffened. It had been pre-arranged already. The child was not to remain here. It was far too dangerous for him to be in a civil war, especially when the man was a well known jounin there. Samurai, as honorable as they appeared, were probably not going to target the child, but...
"You KNOW why we can't do that."
"But I need him. I want him here with me. There's no way they'd come for us."
"If it were us, we would leverage whatever we could. Don't expect our enemies to not do the same."
"I DON'T CARE, I NEED HIM."
She raised her voice. This was a battle that right now, she needed to win.
"IT'S NOT ABOUT YOU." He yelled, raising his voice in return."You KNOW why he can't stay here. I've told you this a MILLION times, and you've agreed EVERY time. YOU KNOW he's in DANGER here."
They screamed and fought. Feelings were projected, passion was ejected, headaches were constructed, stress exploded. The waves calmed, and what needed to happen was done.
"I don't want this either Kanade. But it has to be done." The long haired lady acquiesced. Handing over the child to the father. He passed it to his closest subordinate.
"Take him to Jin and Akira-chan in the cloud. They know you're coming. They'll be at the gate."
The young boy went to stay in cloud, his adopted relatives, while very close to his parents, promised to pour love on the boy and treat him as their own. He grew up with an underprotective but responsible, and strict on academics mother, but it wasn't all bad. They got on very well, and she was a very good teacher. While the father was a labourer, when he was around he was always happy to see the boy. Perhaps it was that he was a spitting image of their parents. He shared his humour and insight, and on occasion would share his games and puzzles with him, a passion their daughter did not share, bless her.
Growing up wasn't difficult for Katsumi, but there was a lot of work to be done. He studied hard, always did his chores despite his laziness, and went on adventures with his sister and friends in his spare time, or perhaps would interact with his adopted father, if you call sharing silly puns about silly things interaction.
Naturally, he is the only member of the family that doesn't know he's adopted.
