Name:
Tsukada Sato
Age:
10
Physical Description:
Sato stands at a slightly above average 142 centimeters and weighs in at 40 kilograms. Though far from fully grown he's already got long arms and legs for a boy his age. His skin is a naturally pale tone with a clear complexion which is soft to the touch and burns easily under the sun. His only blemish is shallow x shaped scar covering his right cheek. His eyes are a vibrant green though their radiance is often lost through the thick lenses of his wiry, round framed glasses. He keeps his black hair parted to either side and done in a ponytail in the back, the former which can draw attention to his somewhat large forehead. He prefers light, practical clothes usually in a muted or monochrome color. His natural expression is a permanent scowl, making him look in a bad mood by default regardless of his actual feelings.
Mental Description:
Normally stoic and attentive to the task at hand, Sato doesn't come off like most kids his age. He's curious to a fault but lacks the scattered attention of his peers thought that's not to say he's by any means more mature. He has a hard time ignoring someone who's teasing him and is easy to egg on. He also tends to be bossy when grouped up with others, having a clear vision for how he wants things to go and often not sure what to do if those plans fall to pieces. He has difficulty getting along with others and because of this avoids talking with others when he can. The one thing he can't stand more than people giving him trouble is seeing others being victimized when they don't have the heart to fight back. He's uncharacteristically bullheaded and reckless in these situations though he himself would deny any particularly intense feelings if asked after the fact. Deep down he's insecure and fearful for the future, doubting himself and the people who make all the real decisions in this world. It's his sheer determination to make a difference that keeps him focused and moving forward.
History:
On the northern edge of the Nation of Fire lies a small village, so insignificant that on most maps it's barely a pinprick. It's a place where little happens. It has no ties to any well known trade routes, no unique practitioners of arts, no history of great heroes or bloody battles. It's simply a place that the locals call their home, thankful for their unadventurous and comfortable lives. The sort of place a weary traveling merchant could settle down, meet the tailor's beautiful daughter and fall in love. Their courtship was old fashioned and their wedding a private if not lovely affair. In less than a year Tsukada Mishki and Tsukada Hanako were blessed with a healthy baby boy.
It was the perfect place to raise a child, away from the hustle and bustle of the cities. Little Sato was practically raised by his whole village, the close knit community chipping in when and how they could to keep him safe and educated. His mother even wanted to teach him her craft when he was old enough. Everything was shaping up to be a peaceful, happy life for all of them. Until they showed up.
Nobody knew who they were. To this day they still don't. They didn't look like they were from this nation but which one they hailed from no one could guess. When the villagers saw weapons they were fearful of some invasion from beyond the border but when they got a closer look at their raggedy clothing they realized it was something potentially worse. The one eyed man missing his front teeth was quick to announce that the Black Fangs were now in charge of the village and that anyone who wanted to say otherwise was free to talk to his sword. The gang immediately kicked out the families of the two biggest homes in town for their personal use, killing the father of one of the homes the moment he tried to resist.
Sato was only six at the time. He didn't really understand what was going on but even then his parents assured him it was going to be alright. This was a temporary problem and the bandits would leave before long. Their first few days became weeks and those weeks turned into months. The hapless, defenseless villagers were wrung for everything they had, having to keep the ruffians fed and entertained. Anyone who said no, disrespected the leader or even tried to leave was punished if not killed. Sato was lucky to only get a few cuts across the face after his father was found to have been keeping food from the Black Fangs. Mishki cared for his family more than anything. When he was caught a few months later trying to get his family out of the village he was put to death in front of everyone.
Sato was seven, nearly eight, the day he decided to take a knife from the kitchen and go to the gang to challenge them. He was young and foolish, hurt by what had been lost and naive enough to think he could do something. It would have been a very short act of rebellion if a squad of shinobi hadn't arrived and made quick work of them just then. Turns out one of the villagers the Black Fangs had claimed to have killed during an escape had actually surprised and made it to Konoha, recovered, scraped enough money and finally managed to send help. The group that'd been threatening their livelihood for nearly two years was gone in less than two minutes.
The village was changed by what happened. Despite the celebration that followed much was lost for no good reason. Many families were left shattered and people began to move away, scared now by their isolation or still hurt by what had been lost. Sato's mother was one of the few who couldn't bring herself to leave just yet, too attached to the place she'd fallen in love and brought her child into the world.
The birth of the Republic of Fire and the new deceleration of the Leaf City as it's capital gave Hanako hope for a better future for her and her son. She moved them there, opening up a new tailoring shop and slowly building a reliable business around it. As he adjusted to this new home Sato began to adjust though the nervous disposition that'd gripped him since his father's death had started turning into a fiery resolve. His mother rejected the idea of him going to the ninja academy the moment he spoke of it and refused to talk about it again for weeks. When the question started to come up every day for two months back to back she knew there was no stopping him now that his eyes were set on it. She gave him and had him admitted.
Tsukada Sato
Age:
10
Physical Description:
Sato stands at a slightly above average 142 centimeters and weighs in at 40 kilograms. Though far from fully grown he's already got long arms and legs for a boy his age. His skin is a naturally pale tone with a clear complexion which is soft to the touch and burns easily under the sun. His only blemish is shallow x shaped scar covering his right cheek. His eyes are a vibrant green though their radiance is often lost through the thick lenses of his wiry, round framed glasses. He keeps his black hair parted to either side and done in a ponytail in the back, the former which can draw attention to his somewhat large forehead. He prefers light, practical clothes usually in a muted or monochrome color. His natural expression is a permanent scowl, making him look in a bad mood by default regardless of his actual feelings.
Mental Description:
Normally stoic and attentive to the task at hand, Sato doesn't come off like most kids his age. He's curious to a fault but lacks the scattered attention of his peers thought that's not to say he's by any means more mature. He has a hard time ignoring someone who's teasing him and is easy to egg on. He also tends to be bossy when grouped up with others, having a clear vision for how he wants things to go and often not sure what to do if those plans fall to pieces. He has difficulty getting along with others and because of this avoids talking with others when he can. The one thing he can't stand more than people giving him trouble is seeing others being victimized when they don't have the heart to fight back. He's uncharacteristically bullheaded and reckless in these situations though he himself would deny any particularly intense feelings if asked after the fact. Deep down he's insecure and fearful for the future, doubting himself and the people who make all the real decisions in this world. It's his sheer determination to make a difference that keeps him focused and moving forward.
History:
On the northern edge of the Nation of Fire lies a small village, so insignificant that on most maps it's barely a pinprick. It's a place where little happens. It has no ties to any well known trade routes, no unique practitioners of arts, no history of great heroes or bloody battles. It's simply a place that the locals call their home, thankful for their unadventurous and comfortable lives. The sort of place a weary traveling merchant could settle down, meet the tailor's beautiful daughter and fall in love. Their courtship was old fashioned and their wedding a private if not lovely affair. In less than a year Tsukada Mishki and Tsukada Hanako were blessed with a healthy baby boy.
It was the perfect place to raise a child, away from the hustle and bustle of the cities. Little Sato was practically raised by his whole village, the close knit community chipping in when and how they could to keep him safe and educated. His mother even wanted to teach him her craft when he was old enough. Everything was shaping up to be a peaceful, happy life for all of them. Until they showed up.
Nobody knew who they were. To this day they still don't. They didn't look like they were from this nation but which one they hailed from no one could guess. When the villagers saw weapons they were fearful of some invasion from beyond the border but when they got a closer look at their raggedy clothing they realized it was something potentially worse. The one eyed man missing his front teeth was quick to announce that the Black Fangs were now in charge of the village and that anyone who wanted to say otherwise was free to talk to his sword. The gang immediately kicked out the families of the two biggest homes in town for their personal use, killing the father of one of the homes the moment he tried to resist.
Sato was only six at the time. He didn't really understand what was going on but even then his parents assured him it was going to be alright. This was a temporary problem and the bandits would leave before long. Their first few days became weeks and those weeks turned into months. The hapless, defenseless villagers were wrung for everything they had, having to keep the ruffians fed and entertained. Anyone who said no, disrespected the leader or even tried to leave was punished if not killed. Sato was lucky to only get a few cuts across the face after his father was found to have been keeping food from the Black Fangs. Mishki cared for his family more than anything. When he was caught a few months later trying to get his family out of the village he was put to death in front of everyone.
Sato was seven, nearly eight, the day he decided to take a knife from the kitchen and go to the gang to challenge them. He was young and foolish, hurt by what had been lost and naive enough to think he could do something. It would have been a very short act of rebellion if a squad of shinobi hadn't arrived and made quick work of them just then. Turns out one of the villagers the Black Fangs had claimed to have killed during an escape had actually surprised and made it to Konoha, recovered, scraped enough money and finally managed to send help. The group that'd been threatening their livelihood for nearly two years was gone in less than two minutes.
The village was changed by what happened. Despite the celebration that followed much was lost for no good reason. Many families were left shattered and people began to move away, scared now by their isolation or still hurt by what had been lost. Sato's mother was one of the few who couldn't bring herself to leave just yet, too attached to the place she'd fallen in love and brought her child into the world.
The birth of the Republic of Fire and the new deceleration of the Leaf City as it's capital gave Hanako hope for a better future for her and her son. She moved them there, opening up a new tailoring shop and slowly building a reliable business around it. As he adjusted to this new home Sato began to adjust though the nervous disposition that'd gripped him since his father's death had started turning into a fiery resolve. His mother rejected the idea of him going to the ninja academy the moment he spoke of it and refused to talk about it again for weeks. When the question started to come up every day for two months back to back she knew there was no stopping him now that his eyes were set on it. She gave him and had him admitted.
