Name: Tatsuo Ranna
Age: 11
Gender: Male
General Description: Tatsuo is a boy of average stature, standing tall at 55 inches and average weight physically he does not draw too much attention to himself. He looks calm and collected, and generally mature for an 11 year old. However he does not seem cold or disconnected but quite the opposite, it could be said he radiates warmth to those around him. A soft smile always appearing on his face, seemingly content with the world around him. He has blue-black hair and black eyes, a pair of eyebrows and an angular face. For his gear, he can be found wearing a black jacket with a white shirt underneath and an off white pair of pants. He keeps his hair medium length. His hands are calloused from years of work. He is usually found humming when he is off by himself, or napping in a tree. While he is a dutiful guy he enjoys his own time as well and sometimes likes to relax and walk around.
History:
Tatsuo was born on the eve of the leaf civil war which ravaged the population of the Leaf Shinobi. His mother and father were a Chuunin and Jounin respectively. Both of them participated in nearly every battle to wrest control of the Leaf Village from the Daimyo's clutch. As early as Tatsuo can remember he was doing something for the war effort. Whether it be sharpening kunai with a whetstone, or laying wires around the camp to notify them of approaching enemies. While he was lucky enough and young enough, to never face combat himself. It was not unusual for his friends to not come back from the battlefield. At first his parents lied to him, saying they had just left to a farm, to retire, or to whatever excuse they made up at the time and he believed it. However about the time he was six, he was playing by a nearby river. When a ninja he had noticed washed up on the shore. He didn’t know him too well, but he could recognize the young man’s soft face and strong chin. His body however was mangled and torn. Bursting into tears and hyperventilating, this would be Tatsuo’s first witness of death.
Storming back to the village and demanding an explanation from his parents, his father sat him down and explained everything. The war, his cousin deserting, how those people had died in combat. However the one thing that stood with him the most was his father’s words ‘When we liberate the village, all of this will stop.’ From that moment forward, the idea of a village became idyllic to Tatsuo. The village would fix all the problems, no longer would his friends would disappear, no longer he would have to sharpen kunai until his shoulders were sore. After a few more years of warfare, they had finally reunited the village. Walking into the newly liberated village was a surreal experience for Tatsuo, it felt too good. It was everything he had been hoping for years. Within a week his father had signed him up for the academy where he could begin learning ninja skills formally.
Age: 11
Gender: Male
General Description: Tatsuo is a boy of average stature, standing tall at 55 inches and average weight physically he does not draw too much attention to himself. He looks calm and collected, and generally mature for an 11 year old. However he does not seem cold or disconnected but quite the opposite, it could be said he radiates warmth to those around him. A soft smile always appearing on his face, seemingly content with the world around him. He has blue-black hair and black eyes, a pair of eyebrows and an angular face. For his gear, he can be found wearing a black jacket with a white shirt underneath and an off white pair of pants. He keeps his hair medium length. His hands are calloused from years of work. He is usually found humming when he is off by himself, or napping in a tree. While he is a dutiful guy he enjoys his own time as well and sometimes likes to relax and walk around.
History:
Tatsuo was born on the eve of the leaf civil war which ravaged the population of the Leaf Shinobi. His mother and father were a Chuunin and Jounin respectively. Both of them participated in nearly every battle to wrest control of the Leaf Village from the Daimyo's clutch. As early as Tatsuo can remember he was doing something for the war effort. Whether it be sharpening kunai with a whetstone, or laying wires around the camp to notify them of approaching enemies. While he was lucky enough and young enough, to never face combat himself. It was not unusual for his friends to not come back from the battlefield. At first his parents lied to him, saying they had just left to a farm, to retire, or to whatever excuse they made up at the time and he believed it. However about the time he was six, he was playing by a nearby river. When a ninja he had noticed washed up on the shore. He didn’t know him too well, but he could recognize the young man’s soft face and strong chin. His body however was mangled and torn. Bursting into tears and hyperventilating, this would be Tatsuo’s first witness of death.
Storming back to the village and demanding an explanation from his parents, his father sat him down and explained everything. The war, his cousin deserting, how those people had died in combat. However the one thing that stood with him the most was his father’s words ‘When we liberate the village, all of this will stop.’ From that moment forward, the idea of a village became idyllic to Tatsuo. The village would fix all the problems, no longer would his friends would disappear, no longer he would have to sharpen kunai until his shoulders were sore. After a few more years of warfare, they had finally reunited the village. Walking into the newly liberated village was a surreal experience for Tatsuo, it felt too good. It was everything he had been hoping for years. Within a week his father had signed him up for the academy where he could begin learning ninja skills formally.
