Name: Nagasaki Michuri
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Clan: none ((Uchiha when it's here please??))
Village: Dragon
Rank: Seiryukage
Looks: Michuri is a tall, slightly bulky ninja. He wears a plain black, thin muscleshirt which is extended into a ninja mask, reaching up to his nose bridge. He wears a zip up, hoody vest overtop of this, with the kanji for fire over top of the left breast. He wears long balck, light pants wiht his kunai holster on his left leg.
Personality: Michuri is a pretty laid back person. He does not easily scare or panic. when it hot water he keeps his head and assesses the situation, determining the best way out. He isn't an overly outgoing individual, being quite happy to sit on his own, but he does also enjoy being with friends. He enjoys reading, and finds himself to be more level headed than most his age. He enjoys some sports, but generally isn't bothered with the games most kids his age engage in. He hates when poeel act too immature, and finds pranks and practical jokes to be distastefull.
History:
Michuri was born late at night on a cold, wind-swept winter day. His mother was only 18, and had been thrown out of her house for the disgrace of her pregnancy. His mother was a beautiful woman, with long black ahir, beautiful deep blue, almond eyes, and fair skin. She picked up her son, who hadn't even cried. She cradled him in her arms, crying herself.
She could not turn back. She had fled from her village, in a hoipe to find a safe haven, but she hadn't. She grabbed a small bundle of cloth. She carried her child quickly as she stumbled towards the river. She cleaned the rags, washing away the blood from labour. She pulled the cold wet cloth out of the flowing river, placing it on the ground. With the thin blade of a senbon she cut peices of the cloth, forming a sling, which she hung over her shoulder. She placed the child in the sling,and set off, stumbling aloing the hard, rocky forest path, clutching her child the whole time.
She made it to a small village, where she looked for information on Michuri's father. She stayed in the small village for a few years, as Michuri grew into a young boy. He enjoyed playing with the other kids around, and was often out in the sun, running and playing. When Michuri turned 6 his mother decided it was time for them to leave.
She had learned that Michuri's father was a high ranking Anbu in the village she was born in, dragon vilage. She traveled wiht Michuri, though he protested, and soon made it to Dragon village.
There they stood, waiting at the gates of the village, dirty, ragged, and disheveled. Michuri's mother talked to the guard, showing them her passport, and finally gaining access to the village. Shedragged Michuri in with her. He protested, wanting to go back. She warned him not to draw attention to themselves, telling him that she was not well like din this village, and would behunted if she was found. This quieted Michuri immediately.
The two of them soon found a home, and lived there, while Michuri's mother kept searching for his father. She finally found him when Michuri turned 9.
The day the boy met his father was the happiest day in his life. The two were so alike it was scary. They spent lots of time together,and Michuri's mother began to grow suspicious and jealous. While Michuri was asleep late at night the two broke out in an argument. It woke Michuri up and he heard his mother warning his father to stay away from him. The man protested, saying he was his son too.
Michuri's mother threw the man out, wiht a final warning. The next day she told Michuri they would be leaving, and asked him to gather his things. Michuri rushed to his father, and pleaded to stay wiht him. His father agreed, but warned that his mother would have to consent first.
Michuri had been gone most of the day, and his mother began to get suspicious. She went out to see where he wass, and soon found him with his father. She flipped, andattacked the man, attempting to harm him as much as possible. The man threw Michuri's mother off, but she kept coming. He threatened that he would have to detain her, and drew a kunai, holding it in front of himself to emphasize his point.
The next time she ran at him she was stabbed by the kunai. The lights in her eyes slowly started to fade, as Michuri saw the pained look grow across his mother's face. Her eyelids slowly dropped and she fell to her knees, and lkay there, dead on the ground.
Michuri was stunned. He stayed with his father, but for weeks didn't speak. He witnessed his own mother's death at a young age, and it put the end to the playful gidiness of his childhood. From that day on he was always much more serious, and did not take much time for fun. ((Word Count: 680))
Stats:
Health Points: 5000
Chakra Points: 4500
Attack Points: 500
Defence Points: 500
Life Points: 1000
Stamina Points: 500
Counter Points: 500
Ninjutsu Point: 1000
Taijutsu Points: 1000
Genjutsu Points: 1000
Seal Points: 1000
Subject: Michuri 
Tue Aug 21, 2007 2:46 am
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