Naoki Yukimura
Age: 8.
General
Name: Yukimura, Naoki
Height:4'11
Weight:63 lbs
gender: Male.
Hair color:Green
Eye color:Brown
Skin color:Tan
Village Rank: Academy Student
OOC Rank:E
Height:4'11
Weight:63 lbs
gender: Male.
Hair color:Green
Eye color:Brown
Skin color:Tan
Village Rank: Academy Student
OOC Rank:E
Description
Physical
Yukimura is a tall and slender 8 year old, Ever since his Aunt past away he has been somewhat of a stray dog searching for amusement in the beautiful faces of the village dwellers. The rags that he wears cover no hidden muscle definition that some children who where already familiar with the Shinobi world have nor does he show scars from abuse or any fights.
Mental
Yukimura is infatuated with freedom. Underneath the shell of this 8 year old orphan child is a talented goofball, he barely has friends so he often makes jokes to himself. He often relies on empathizing with stray animals in the streets to release the psychosis that often plagues the mind of loners. Beneath the torn rags on Yukimura's back beats a heart made of gold, and even though the kid lacks a silver spoon he still smiles at the world and thinks of his reward as the golden sunbeams of summer time. Can often be seen smiling and people watching. (He's 8, its not that weird)
Yukimura is a tall and slender 8 year old, Ever since his Aunt past away he has been somewhat of a stray dog searching for amusement in the beautiful faces of the village dwellers. The rags that he wears cover no hidden muscle definition that some children who where already familiar with the Shinobi world have nor does he show scars from abuse or any fights.
Mental
Yukimura is infatuated with freedom. Underneath the shell of this 8 year old orphan child is a talented goofball, he barely has friends so he often makes jokes to himself. He often relies on empathizing with stray animals in the streets to release the psychosis that often plagues the mind of loners. Beneath the torn rags on Yukimura's back beats a heart made of gold, and even though the kid lacks a silver spoon he still smiles at the world and thinks of his reward as the golden sunbeams of summer time. Can often be seen smiling and people watching. (He's 8, its not that weird)
Story
Back story: The first 6 years of Yukimura's life was been a blur, he never came to know his parents and often lived with his aunt who's lifestyle was not suited for an infant. His aunt's nomadic ways pushed the two residents of Raiden’s Eye eastward towards The city of Nikkei where they found refuge in a small cottage that was paid for by his uncles military benifits. When the boy would ask his aunt about his family his aunt would always place a cigarette between her dark and chapped lips and utter
"another time kid".
around the age of 7 the kid started having reoccurring nightmares of himself falling off of a mountain and landing on a cloud that smelt like cigarette smog and as he would go to hold his breath from the toxic fumes the clouds would release the child into a cold ocean on booze thus waking him up.
"I dream of blood sometimes"
Yukimura would confess to the stray cats that he would befriend while he was on secret ninja missions to the market for his aunt. He figured it was nothing just a reaction to him staying up late and watching that old television show about medical ninjas in the village. One evening the boy was hurrying home from his daily market visit with tomatoes and onions for his aunt. The thought of the food she was making made him speed up, with his heart racing and mind going faster he thought about the possibilities of her making his favorite; tomato soup with bread on the side. Yukimura burst through the door to find that old familiar smell of tobacco smoke evaporating in the air. He ran into the kitchen of the old charity cottage and saw his aunt seated around the kitchen table with her head on the table. She was a deep sleeper.
"Wake up!!".
yelled the boy with his voice beginning to crack. His aunt didn't seem to move as he crept closer, he gave her small fragile body a gentle shake. Her lack of movement prompted him to pick her head up. Her face was pale and her lips were purple with spots of dried blood on her lips and cheeks. he checked the pulse in her neck and wrist as he learned on the tv show. She was pronounced dead the next day by the local medical unit and ever since that day the kid has been roaming the City of Nikkie for scraps of food and sunlight.
He has joined the Academy in memory of his aunt. And perhaps he can find more about his own story. .
"another time kid".
around the age of 7 the kid started having reoccurring nightmares of himself falling off of a mountain and landing on a cloud that smelt like cigarette smog and as he would go to hold his breath from the toxic fumes the clouds would release the child into a cold ocean on booze thus waking him up.
"I dream of blood sometimes"
Yukimura would confess to the stray cats that he would befriend while he was on secret ninja missions to the market for his aunt. He figured it was nothing just a reaction to him staying up late and watching that old television show about medical ninjas in the village. One evening the boy was hurrying home from his daily market visit with tomatoes and onions for his aunt. The thought of the food she was making made him speed up, with his heart racing and mind going faster he thought about the possibilities of her making his favorite; tomato soup with bread on the side. Yukimura burst through the door to find that old familiar smell of tobacco smoke evaporating in the air. He ran into the kitchen of the old charity cottage and saw his aunt seated around the kitchen table with her head on the table. She was a deep sleeper.
"Wake up!!".
yelled the boy with his voice beginning to crack. His aunt didn't seem to move as he crept closer, he gave her small fragile body a gentle shake. Her lack of movement prompted him to pick her head up. Her face was pale and her lips were purple with spots of dried blood on her lips and cheeks. he checked the pulse in her neck and wrist as he learned on the tv show. She was pronounced dead the next day by the local medical unit and ever since that day the kid has been roaming the City of Nikkie for scraps of food and sunlight.
He has joined the Academy in memory of his aunt. And perhaps he can find more about his own story. .