Name: Rengō(Family Name) Makoto(Given Name)
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Sex: Male
General Description: As with any child of the Rengō, Makoto is noticeably taller than his peers, with sharp features and high cheekbones. His crimson hair falls down over his shoulder blades, curling out into an unruly mane unless he keeps it in place with a large brass hair ornament. Having to work from an early age, as well as living a life of relative scarcity has left him with wiry and slender physique.
His melancholy, somewhat wistful face gives little insight into his thoughts and feelings. This coupled with his overly formal tone, terse demeanour, and rigid stance means he is often assumed to have delusions of grandeur, or some form of superiority complex. The truth is simply that he has a hard time picking the right words for what he wants to say, or how to properly address situations entirely. In reality he is actually a compassionate and sympathetic individual, if a rather stoic. Perhaps the only time he breaks his composure is during storms, being truly fearful of thunder and lightning.
Clothing wise he has taken to simple and plain dress, wearing a set of brown trousers and shirt, underneath a leather jerkin. In times of action he unfurls his jerkin’s collar, tying it tight over the nose, as well as donning a pilfered pair of metal gauntlets and knee pads for additional protection. Atop his head he wears a very distinctive helmet, a cabasset, based on old constable helms the Rengō were once distinguished by.
History:
Makoto was not originally from Kumogakure, after a great conflict within his clan’s leadership, one that culminated in a bloody battle amongst them, his family was forced to flee far to the northern archipelagos. The family, consisting of a young shinobi named Setiawan, his wife Rin, and the infant Makoto eventually came to take up residence in a small keep. Not long after their arrival, a terrible storm swept through the islands, claiming the life of Rin in the process.
Setiawan, had decided he had lost enough, and dedicated his life to readying his son to reclaim all they had lost. Makoto’s education began early, being taught as much of the Rengō as he could, from their founding to their fall. Once the boy reached six years of age he began teaching him how to survive, from trapping and hunting, to first aid and navigation. On the day of Makoto’s thirteenth birthday, Setiawan gave the child a break from his training and education, spending a rare day acting like father and son should. That night, another storm battered against the fort. Setiawan sent Makoto to bed, then quietly stepped out into the roaring winds. When the child woke in the morning, all he could find of his father was a crumpled note and a map.
The note read simply “Makoto. Someday, you will understand the duty I have left to you, and the burden that shall come with it. For that, I'm sorry. I love you.” The map traced the route the family had originally take when fleeing Kumogakure, along with what appeared to be an address.
With his only choices being to either wait here until he died, or follow the path laid out for him, Makoto chose to progress forwards. After a month he arrived at Kumogakure. Following the address he has taken up residence in the old home of the Rengō, empty and left to rot by now.
There are but two paths left to the the boy by now, seek strength and claim back what was lost to him, or fade away into obscurity, and with it all he held dear. It is for this reason he joined the academy.
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Sex: Male
General Description: As with any child of the Rengō, Makoto is noticeably taller than his peers, with sharp features and high cheekbones. His crimson hair falls down over his shoulder blades, curling out into an unruly mane unless he keeps it in place with a large brass hair ornament. Having to work from an early age, as well as living a life of relative scarcity has left him with wiry and slender physique.
His melancholy, somewhat wistful face gives little insight into his thoughts and feelings. This coupled with his overly formal tone, terse demeanour, and rigid stance means he is often assumed to have delusions of grandeur, or some form of superiority complex. The truth is simply that he has a hard time picking the right words for what he wants to say, or how to properly address situations entirely. In reality he is actually a compassionate and sympathetic individual, if a rather stoic. Perhaps the only time he breaks his composure is during storms, being truly fearful of thunder and lightning.
Clothing wise he has taken to simple and plain dress, wearing a set of brown trousers and shirt, underneath a leather jerkin. In times of action he unfurls his jerkin’s collar, tying it tight over the nose, as well as donning a pilfered pair of metal gauntlets and knee pads for additional protection. Atop his head he wears a very distinctive helmet, a cabasset, based on old constable helms the Rengō were once distinguished by.
History:
Makoto was not originally from Kumogakure, after a great conflict within his clan’s leadership, one that culminated in a bloody battle amongst them, his family was forced to flee far to the northern archipelagos. The family, consisting of a young shinobi named Setiawan, his wife Rin, and the infant Makoto eventually came to take up residence in a small keep. Not long after their arrival, a terrible storm swept through the islands, claiming the life of Rin in the process.
Setiawan, had decided he had lost enough, and dedicated his life to readying his son to reclaim all they had lost. Makoto’s education began early, being taught as much of the Rengō as he could, from their founding to their fall. Once the boy reached six years of age he began teaching him how to survive, from trapping and hunting, to first aid and navigation. On the day of Makoto’s thirteenth birthday, Setiawan gave the child a break from his training and education, spending a rare day acting like father and son should. That night, another storm battered against the fort. Setiawan sent Makoto to bed, then quietly stepped out into the roaring winds. When the child woke in the morning, all he could find of his father was a crumpled note and a map.
The note read simply “Makoto. Someday, you will understand the duty I have left to you, and the burden that shall come with it. For that, I'm sorry. I love you.” The map traced the route the family had originally take when fleeing Kumogakure, along with what appeared to be an address.
With his only choices being to either wait here until he died, or follow the path laid out for him, Makoto chose to progress forwards. After a month he arrived at Kumogakure. Following the address he has taken up residence in the old home of the Rengō, empty and left to rot by now.
There are but two paths left to the the boy by now, seek strength and claim back what was lost to him, or fade away into obscurity, and with it all he held dear. It is for this reason he joined the academy.
