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Samanosuke the Red Dragon

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Height: 4'8 ^3/4
Weight: 56 lbs.
Bloodtype: A+
Chakra: --

Appearance:

• 'Nosuke is short, if tall for his age, and wiry, with spiky jet black hair framing his face and crowing his head. His eyes are as black as his hair, and large, with the slightest slant. Eyebrows like thin crow feathers adorn his brow, usually laid flat in a furious frown. He has aquiline features, noble, almost, and though he isn't quite tanned, he is no stranger to sunlight. More often than not, his sharp features lend themselves to expressing disdain and disgust. Because of his age, however, his frightening scowls are more often than not adorable. It's clear that 'Nosuke has some growing to do.
  

Apparel:

• 'Nosuke traditionally wears a black yukata or kimono, depending on the weather, fringed with gemstone eyes at the hem and silvery tomoe at the neck. The cloth is rich and finely carded, an heirloom passed down from a fallen Uchiha. The Uchiha crest stands proudly on the back, the fan woven in stark white and red, like snow and blood. His trousers are black as well, and fall to mid-calf. He wears black, open-toe ninja sandals more often than not, sometimes platformed geta, but mostly the soft soled sort, or soft leather boots; regardless, his ankles are wrapped in white cloth strips. He wears his sword  upon his back because he is too short to wear it comfortably at his waist. His pouch is belted to his back; he hides his kunai primarily in the folds of his garment, ninja wire spooled in his sleeve.
  

Blemishes or Scars:

• None
  

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

History:

I. The End

    Uchiha Takeo was hardly a shinobi in the eyes of his clan. He was quick, lethal with a wakizashi; he knew a few katon jutsu, had worked out the makings of doton, was a fair hand at taijutsu - but he had never activated the sharingan, despite six years as a shinobi. This, to the heads of the clan, made him a failure. He had made genin at ten, chuunin at thirteen, special jounin at seventeen - a fantastic career by anyone's standards, but to the Uchiha, this was nothing. Without the famed eyes, he was nothing.

    But his beloved Kaede was no such failure - her sharingan had fully matured by fifteen, her katon burned as hot as the sun, and she could call down storms to light the sky and scorch the earth. They had been promised to one another since birth, Takeo and Kaede, trained together, fought together, and ultimately, were wedded, bedded, and together, they birthed a son.
   
    But before that fated son could fall from his mother's womb, they came.
   
    The samurai.

    Their armored hordes spread like a plague through the great nations, laying waste to shinobi armies one by one. Once the lowest of the low, the samurai had claimed some manner of fell power to weaken chakra - to shackle and supress shinobi's very spirits. With this vile weapon, no village could hope to defeat them, and embittered by old grievances and rivalries, the shinobi villages failed to ally with one another. But Konoha stood proud to the end, and Takeo and Kaede with it.

    But in Kaede's belly a child dwelt, a child that yearned for life, a child that would not die nameless in his mother's womb, forgotten for all of history. When the end came, Takeo bade her leave, to choose life over death, to choose their son over him.

    And she did. Eyes gleaming red, Kaede fled Konoha, leaving behind all that she had ever loved.

II. Chitatsu Island

    Her son did not survive birth. He was dead when he fell from her, the last bit of Takeo taken by the shinigami. She might have taken her life had she the will too, but she was broken - battered first by the lost of Konoha, of her clan, of Takeo, and then shattered by the death of her little boy. 'Takeshi', she named his corpse,  and carved it into the stone slab she'd cut herself to adorn his grave.

    For a year she drifted, hardly living, killing any samurai she could. The dredges of the world, seeing a kindred soul, welcomed her. Back alleys in coastal villages, old tribes in the deeps wilds of the south, the shanties of the steel cities; she walked them all, dead except for the last embers of a fading desire for vengeance, for Takeo. For Takeshi. The time of the shinobi was over, it was said. They were slaves, Less than men, less than women.

    The time of the shinobi was over. Her time was over.

    And then suddenly it wasn't.

    She was in Hitsugawa when she met him, when she discovered that she wasn't alone, when that dying flame of vengeance became a roaring fire. His name was Tanosuke. Uchiha Tanosuke, from Kumogakure, the last of his father's sons. While she had been waiting to die, he had been fighting. While she wallowed in despair, he risked life and limb in the name of the dead. He had known what she was - what she used to be - the moment he saw her. He saw the fire in her, knew how to stoke it. And stoke it he did.
   
    Kaede and Tanosuke led three dozen of their brethren in an attack on the samurai seeking to discover the secret of their armor. Two dozen died, half a dozen were captured, and the rest escaped to Chitatsu Island deep in the southern sea, beyond whirlpools and sky-blotting storms and whales that could render metal boats to kindling. To Chitatsu they went, and on Chitatsu they hid.

    And there, Uchiha Samanosuke was born.

   

III. Reavers

    Young Samanosuke was a fighter from birth. He fought with the other boys on the island, then the girls, the dogs, even the fish in the sea. He could remember, in his blood - down in his soul - what it meant to be Uchiha. Every taste of conflict was like a drug. He thrived on it, and collected about himself those like minded youths who yearned for glory even in the deepest pits of their heart. This disparate children, the sons and daughters of broken mothers and fathers, took their violent games to the sea.

    Reavers, the sailors called them.

    They terrorized the pirates and corsairs that plagued the trade routes of the far south, killing and burning and looting to quiet the howling voices in their souls that demanded blood. When Samanosuke, hardly five years old and already a killer, told his father of the voice, Tanosuke said that it was the tortured souls of his ancestors, cast to a torturous hell by the hated samurai. And so Samanosuke learned of his heritage, of the rise of the Uchiha, as well as their fall.

    Tanosuke joined his son in reaving, hoping to gather enough money and weapons to make another strike at the samurai, but it as not to be. Word had reached the mainland of the men who pirated pirates - the samurai sent men to reward them, and discovered shinobi instead.

    Chitatsu was sacked. Samanosuke wanted to fight, desired in his blood and soul and heart, but his mother took him and fled east across the sea. Brave Tanosuke and the last of his men remained behind to give their wives and children a chance to escape.

    They died in a blaze of fire and blood.

IV. Genius

    The winds of the sea carried them to a cluster of islands just south of Mizu no Kuni; there, young Samanosuke met Muto Mai, the girl who would become his best and only friend.

    They were a match made in heaven, or hell as it were. Samanosuke was a fair hand with katon jutsu; Mai was even better with fuuton. Together, the could create jutsu of such power to rival the ninja of old, before the samurai and their cursed chakra suppression.

    They became, in a word, inseparable. Her skills matched well to his, her humor to his dourness, her calm to his temper, and vice versa. The years passed in swirls of deep sea sailing, raids on villages, swampy marshlands, and training, always training. Life, for Samanosuke, was fighting - the act of it, or the preparation for it. His every thought was to strength, his goal only to grasp more power.

    Just as they had in previous locales, eventually the samurai caught wind of them. Kaede, older, wiser, bitter and cold-hearted from loss, set horrifically gruesome traps in the jungles and in the village itself, rendering them invisible with just a touch of chakra. The slaughter that ensued earned them, these unnamed few, undying hatred from the entire empire, down to the man.

    More samurai came to Mizu. A great many shinobi were executed, the others herded into prisons. The shinobi slaves had already had their freedom taken from them - in retaliation for the Slaughters at Kenshinaga, they had everything else taken as well. For a time, Kaede ceased her attacks, and she, her son, and Mai went deeper into the wilds with their enclave.

    But, as the months passed, these last few could not quiet the fire in their hearts, could not give up the fight, not after all that they had lost.

    Kaede began to attack the prisons.

V. Shinobi

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Personality:

• 'Nosuke is a rather serious young man, raised to in an almost royal hierarchy of strength and ability. Still, he has a vindictive streak, and despite his faith, he can appear cynical, or callous. He isn't very talkative, keeping counsel mostly with himself. As the son of true fighters, he disdains cowardice in any form almost as much as he disdains stupidity. Given the strict, military-type manner in which he was raised, every minute of every hour planned to the second, every day a new test, he flourishes in order, and seeks to restore it wherever and however he can. However, in all things, his age can be a hindrance, as certain concepts remain humorous to him no matter how deathly serious the situation, and his emotions are more volatile than a man thrice his age, more prone to rapid shifts.
  

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