Name: Zatoru
Age: 11
Physical Description: With a long red mane of hair set upon a tight yet, frail frame, Zatoru is a boy much like a typical boy would be seen. Average height for his age that seems to change depending on what shoes he's wearing on that day, or his sky blue eyes, that seem to cast upon the oceans of thoughts that rummage through that of a tot of adolescent age. There is nothing exrtraordinary about this boy. However, that is what makes him unique. He perfectly aims to look ordinary which makes him blend in with those around him. Like a face in the background scene, he was often forgotten about, but once you were aware of him he was always seemingly there. Looking and watching. His clothes are that of a refined boy, wealthy some could say, for even the ordinary look that he was aiming to take had some high class functionality to it. Even though he's poor he has remembered his refined status.
Mental Description: Zatoru... what can be said about the boy. He was born into a wealth unlike many others, he thinks of money as something that is apparent like the grass or oxygen. So it matters little to him, born into a silver spoon upon a golden platter, he had everything handed to him. However, it wasnt what he wanted. Something brewed within him, like a fixture that was tilted off ever slightly. He was a soul that was not so gentle to others. Thusly, behind his beautiful features for a boy, was a tarnished mind of someone who wanted more. At any pace, Za, as he liked to be called, was a boy on a mission. However, he was still yet a boy. His mind not yet developed to its fullest potential, he seemed to be a sponge for knowledge and information, to which he wanted to learn how to use Ninjutsu and Genjutsu. He eventually ended up at the Konoha academy, without his father's approval.
History: Born the youngest of Seven, yes seven, Zatoru was different than his siblings. No one in his family was born with red hair, all seemingly black and soft browns. Nor did they have blue eyes, all the same black and brown. Under the light of a full moon, it was said that Zatoru was born under bewitching circumstances. His mother had been pregnant for only seven months, not nearly full term but nothing unheard of how pre-mature births tend to go. The day of his birth seemed to go questionably quick, the labor his mother endured was simple, one hour of dialation and not much pushing for such a small soul. However, as he grew he seemed to be nothing like how other premature babies seemed. And all seemed well afterward...
Or so they thought...
He was normal. Ordinary. Simple. Everything about him seemed unfathomably and eerily like the six other children in the Baba House. Za's father was in Sea Exports, shipping and trading his vast bounty of ships and cargo all across the Shinobi infested oceans. Infested, because Za's father hated the shinobi. With every point of his being, he hated working for them and with them, he hated the idea of chakra and its uses under the time they were being used. This transferred to the children, all of them taking a dislike for the training of shinobi-hood. Za on the other hand read stories of great and endearing shinobi that only wished to be heroic and shining beacons of love and hope for all people to cling to. This drove Za to think something... but a thought that was buried deeply within him because of his family's hatred of the shinobi.
Being an average kid, Za made passable grades in his schooling. He was smart, but he never thought to apply himself because his life was handed to him. Thusly he would keep things to himself until he was Ten. At the age of ten he set out to finally speak with his father and mother about the want to learn what was in the books, when Za asked his mother, he was met with adoration as his mother had trained in the academy when she was a child. She showed him different wind jutsu and such that she remembered but it wasnt until Za's father found out that the boy would see the true anger within his father towards the useage of jutsu and the knowledge of its arts.
Walking in on a lesson from his mother, Za's father had guards take her and Za, and have a blade driven into them killing Za's mother and kicking them off into the ocean... for two days it seemed that Za was on his way to die, but a masked shinobi found the boy and brought him into the Konoha medical facilities. There it was the medical shinobi that found only his body and preserved his life. Za didnt have amnesiam but he faked like he did, as they seemingly turned him over to an orphanage. He opt'd to learn shinobi techniques and abilities, looking to avenge his mother's death and to take out his father... but maybe something even more apparently seen as the thoughts would arise... Maybe there was something more for him to obtain in his life if he was able to live through something that took his mother's life...
Thus the Story would begin...
Age: 11
Physical Description: With a long red mane of hair set upon a tight yet, frail frame, Zatoru is a boy much like a typical boy would be seen. Average height for his age that seems to change depending on what shoes he's wearing on that day, or his sky blue eyes, that seem to cast upon the oceans of thoughts that rummage through that of a tot of adolescent age. There is nothing exrtraordinary about this boy. However, that is what makes him unique. He perfectly aims to look ordinary which makes him blend in with those around him. Like a face in the background scene, he was often forgotten about, but once you were aware of him he was always seemingly there. Looking and watching. His clothes are that of a refined boy, wealthy some could say, for even the ordinary look that he was aiming to take had some high class functionality to it. Even though he's poor he has remembered his refined status.
Mental Description: Zatoru... what can be said about the boy. He was born into a wealth unlike many others, he thinks of money as something that is apparent like the grass or oxygen. So it matters little to him, born into a silver spoon upon a golden platter, he had everything handed to him. However, it wasnt what he wanted. Something brewed within him, like a fixture that was tilted off ever slightly. He was a soul that was not so gentle to others. Thusly, behind his beautiful features for a boy, was a tarnished mind of someone who wanted more. At any pace, Za, as he liked to be called, was a boy on a mission. However, he was still yet a boy. His mind not yet developed to its fullest potential, he seemed to be a sponge for knowledge and information, to which he wanted to learn how to use Ninjutsu and Genjutsu. He eventually ended up at the Konoha academy, without his father's approval.
History: Born the youngest of Seven, yes seven, Zatoru was different than his siblings. No one in his family was born with red hair, all seemingly black and soft browns. Nor did they have blue eyes, all the same black and brown. Under the light of a full moon, it was said that Zatoru was born under bewitching circumstances. His mother had been pregnant for only seven months, not nearly full term but nothing unheard of how pre-mature births tend to go. The day of his birth seemed to go questionably quick, the labor his mother endured was simple, one hour of dialation and not much pushing for such a small soul. However, as he grew he seemed to be nothing like how other premature babies seemed. And all seemed well afterward...
Or so they thought...
He was normal. Ordinary. Simple. Everything about him seemed unfathomably and eerily like the six other children in the Baba House. Za's father was in Sea Exports, shipping and trading his vast bounty of ships and cargo all across the Shinobi infested oceans. Infested, because Za's father hated the shinobi. With every point of his being, he hated working for them and with them, he hated the idea of chakra and its uses under the time they were being used. This transferred to the children, all of them taking a dislike for the training of shinobi-hood. Za on the other hand read stories of great and endearing shinobi that only wished to be heroic and shining beacons of love and hope for all people to cling to. This drove Za to think something... but a thought that was buried deeply within him because of his family's hatred of the shinobi.
Being an average kid, Za made passable grades in his schooling. He was smart, but he never thought to apply himself because his life was handed to him. Thusly he would keep things to himself until he was Ten. At the age of ten he set out to finally speak with his father and mother about the want to learn what was in the books, when Za asked his mother, he was met with adoration as his mother had trained in the academy when she was a child. She showed him different wind jutsu and such that she remembered but it wasnt until Za's father found out that the boy would see the true anger within his father towards the useage of jutsu and the knowledge of its arts.
Walking in on a lesson from his mother, Za's father had guards take her and Za, and have a blade driven into them killing Za's mother and kicking them off into the ocean... for two days it seemed that Za was on his way to die, but a masked shinobi found the boy and brought him into the Konoha medical facilities. There it was the medical shinobi that found only his body and preserved his life. Za didnt have amnesiam but he faked like he did, as they seemingly turned him over to an orphanage. He opt'd to learn shinobi techniques and abilities, looking to avenge his mother's death and to take out his father... but maybe something even more apparently seen as the thoughts would arise... Maybe there was something more for him to obtain in his life if he was able to live through something that took his mother's life...
Thus the Story would begin...
