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 | Subject: Takashi Uchiha  Mon Jun 10, 2019 6:27 pm | |
| TAKASHI UCHIHA
• Name: Takashi Uchiha
• Nickname(s): N/A
• Alias(es): N/A
• Title: N/A
• Age: 18
• Gender: Male
• Sexuality: Heterosexual
• Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
• Occupation: N/A
"CLIMB INTO THE RING FOR A BATTLE THAT YOU CAN'T WIN
SWING AS HARD AS YOU CAN SWING, IT WILL STILL MEAN NOTHING." • Height: 130 • Weight: 5'7 • Body Type: Thin and Athletic(ish) • Eye Color: Black • Hair Color & Style: Shoulder-length black hair, usually tied in behind. • Jewelry: N/A • Markings: N/A • Anything Else: N/A • Appearance:On most days, Takashi is seen either wearing some kind of loose shirt of varying shades of mute colours, usually with some floral pattern, loose trousers that never go past his knees, and sandals, be it the hottest day or the coldest night; It's more or less the same outfit. Maybe it's because he is a red blooded male or that surging Katon chakra is boiling inside, it's anyone's guess. When visiting relatives, as rare as it has become, engaging in anything that is remotely formal in nature or simply because his mother wills it; a dark blue haori and white hakama, the sigil of the Uchiha proudly shown on his back; made by his own mother's hands. Although these clothes make him feel like he is a samurai of the old, ready to strike down anyone who stands in his way in an honourable dual, he still prefers loose clothing, although he is growing more and more fond of it. Takashi has quite a long mane of ebony hair; which he ties up for convenience and at the constant instance of his mother. Yet, he is far from the most well-kept person, stained shirts and dishevelled hair a common sight on him, not a first that he sleeps in the clothes he goes out with and keeps on wearing them unless his Mother is there to keep him in line. With a slow but confident gait, cocksure demeanour and quiet honeyed voice, he gives off an aura of laid back trouble. [/color] "AND THE ONLY THING TO SAVE
IS THE BANNER THAT YOU WAVE." • Motto: "I do not respect the one who has seen one pair of tits a hundred times but the one who has seen a hundred pairs once."• Personality: Akumi made sure that her son was raised with the idea that there is pride in his noble birth, following tradition that enables him to awaken such a strong tool, the Kekkei Genkai of the Sharingan, able to crush those who were foolish enough to challenge the might of Sukaigakure; yet she was also strict in insisting that first, he must train his body to utilize them fully, the part which doesn't really resonate well with Takeshi. When it comes to training; although a hardworking fellow, Takeshi is rather lazy in affairs that do not involve naked women; needing quite a while before he is primed for work, a good mood, had a rather good view recently, slept well and ate well, before he can fully focus on his training; or his mother threatens to beat him within an inch of his life; a threat she is well capable of doing. With such a deterrent any failure can be overcome with harder and stricter training and so he is ready to go to extreme lengths to improve himself, after all, Sukaigakure has no use for weak shinobi. This, unfortunately, puts an even harder strain on his social life and even though he tries to at least make the acquaintance of other shinobi, the cards are not really in his favour. Alas, there is one other little flaw that constantly aggravates his mother to no end and takes away a lot of time from his training. That is, his extremely keen interest in the opposite sex, especially when they are in the various stages of undress, although he considers them inferior (except for his mother), which unsurprisingly does not help him to be popular with his peers. If he is not training or sleeping, there is a good chance that Takeshi would be found in the area of the hot springs or up in some tree that would just happen to be located to bathing women. Even though he tries to refrain from engaging in such underhanded activities regularly as it is the main reason that causes him to stray away from his training to “pursue his interests”, a fact which has delayed stunted his growth and his mother's wrath is boundless in that regard; Erotic magazines and adult novels only sate his flaw for so long before he has to resort back to the real thing after all. It is worth noting that Takeshi has never been in a form of romantic relationship of any kind, mostly due to his fear of ending up under the boot of some woman and spending the rest of his life in misery wrapped around her finger, possibly because of his domineering mother. Even though he tries hard to keep this perverse flaw in check, as soon as he sees a pair of breasts large enough, all these fears and restrains usually go out following the blood from his nose. This also serves as one of his greatest motivations, making him push himself to the limit just to get a peek. He is not a very social person, mostly due to his outdated mindset and rather bizarre way that he carries himself, so he cherishes every moment he spends in the company of other people, especially other Uchiha and those of the opposite sex. He believes himself lucky to be an Uchiha, the tools to be stronger than many could be thanks to his dojutsu, and although he has the will to truly achieve his goals, He will have to put in hard work, sacrifice and persevere through the misgivings of life, something which he seems to still not understand fully yet and maybe, he never will. • Skills: Tree Climbing, Stealth • Hobbies: "Birdwatching", "Meditating" in the bathhouses, "Recreational" Reading. • Strengths: N/A "BUT TALK WILL GET YOU NOWHERE
THE ONLY THING YOU'VE BROUGHT WAS PSYCHOLOGICAL WARFARE." • Rank: Acedemy Student (E-Rank) • Elements: Katon • Specialty: Ninjutsu • Clan: Uchiha• Special Type: N/A • Stats: • Strength: 2 • Speed: 3 • Durability: 2 • Chakra: 3 "AND NOW YOU GOT TO WONDER WHO WILL DIG YOU OUT WHEN YOU'RE SIX FEET UNDER." • Village: Sukaigakure • Parents: Akumi Uchiha, Active Shinobi, 40, Alive. • Siblings: N/A • Spouse: N/A • Other Important People: Women, of any shape, kind or form. • History: A single child, Takashi was born to Akumi Uchiha and a father he never met. Born and raised in Sukaigakure, she was a proud Uchiha and a zealously devoted kunoichi with little interests apart from her work. The fact she had gotten pregnant in her thirties was as baffling as who might have been the father, and Akumi was always scarce on details when it came to Takashi’s father. It was scandalous, to say the least, but maybe because she was only a part of a minor branch of the Uchiha family or coupled with the fact that it was kept under wraps as much as possible, for some reason it was decided that Takashi should live as a legitimate son. When he asked his mother about his father, she always hushed him with a strong rap of a fan on his knuckles and Takashi quickly learned not to ponder too much about his father; at least not when his mother was present. Being an only child, his mother’s attention was always on him. Even in her absence, she made sure that Takashi always attended the Academy and pushed him to study and train hard, usually giving him a heavy hand herself personally, being a kunoichi herself. One may say that she didn’t succeed of that albeit it was simply her son's nature that caused her failure, not incompetence. Still, albeit a strict and rather harsh mother, there is some form of love in there. After all, this was the son she had and she surely won't be getting knocked up again. No more a simple academy student; Takashi is determined to put his skills to good use for the village, as his Mother did; Although that is much easier said than done when all it takes is the sight of a girl to distract him from all his noble goals. • RP Sample: - Spoiler:
Takamura finally finished the thirty-sixth portion of Takoyaki. He marinated them in Rayu for a bit, served them to his last customer and prepared to close down shop. It was only early afternoon, yet they were practically out of ingredients. With the till nearly spilling out Ryo, the mention of the Hokage eating at this tavern had brought many to taste its cuisine and such it had been a really busy day with both him and his mother showing signs of fatigue due being constantly swarmed by order after order but on the other hand, they had earned a month’s profit in nearly a day. Takamura’s hand was now aching from the continuous chopping and combined by his regular muscle fatigue due to his morning training only made standing up a difficult feat. His Mother was in no better shape than he was, slumped down on one of the tables. Her usually well-kept demeanour had been reduced to a dishevelled state. Her well kept brown hair frayed and her dress stained, it showed that it had been a hard day for her too. A mix of age and fatigue put her in the same state her son was in, being barely able to get up from where she lay. Yet as she raised her head and met his gaze, she gave him a warm calm smile that he was sure he had never seen the likes of. He did his best to return a warm smile yet all he could manage to form was a weak grin.
He helped her up the stairs, even though in reality they were both helping each other. As they reached the landing, his feet feeling heavy on the creaking planked floor, his mother turned to him. Only this close he noticed how tired her eyes were. “I know you are doing a great sacrifice by helping me instead of going out and having fun with your friends. I couldn't do it without you.“ his mother said in a lower tone than usual. Her voice clearly showed how fatigued it was by a day of shouting orders for Takamura to cook. She embraced him into a hug, which took him by surprise. All he managed to mutter was “No problem, you are my mother after all.” They stood in each other’s embrace for a while, as if time had stopped but in reality, it was just the fact that both of them were too tired to let go. ”I am going to lie down a bit, I think you should do the same.” his mother said as she gave him one last squeeze and turned towards her room. “I think I will go relax a bit with a hot bath instead.” he muttered as he turned towards the stairs. “And maybe catch some nice sights.“ he muttered to himself with a grin.
Before he could even take the first step down, he felt a grip like an iron vice pressure his shoulder. He was expecting the sound of bone being broken but instead, his mother’s timid voice echoed sternly through the empty hallway. “Why don’t you go and wash the dishes then too?”. A cold shiver ran throughout his body as he turned to face her. Before he could make some half-thought excuse, his mother pulled his ear to bring him eye to eye with her. As they were faced with a woman, Takamura’s eyes reflexively began to drop their gaze towards the upper torso but thankfully for him, he managed to readjust his gaze before he got himself into more boiling water. “Have you no shame?! Can’t a woman bath without worrying about conniving miscreants peeping on her? Erotic magazines one might allow to some fault but this?! How would you feel if some pervert peeped one me?! I am a woman too after all!” He was caught by surprise on how she guessed what he meant and had no idea how she figured out his plan albeit anyone who knew Takamura’s tendencies would probably have guessed it. “Now be a good boy and go wash those dishes.” she said more calmly as she released the grip on his ear. “Yes, mother.” Takamura replied with a deep sigh. Her face lit up and she patted his cheek affectionately; “That's my boy” she said as beamed him a wide smile and turned towards her room once again. This time, he didn't try to return the smile.
His morale shattered, Takamura felt even more tired than he was initially. He always held high the belief that hard work should be rewarded with the greatest rewards. In Takamura's mind, there was no greater reward than spending some quality time at the hot springs. He felt that his righteous reward was unjustly denied from him. Before he could pity himself even more, he found himself in front the silent tavern, plates and tankards scattered all across the tables. Compared to the bustle of the day, the silence felt deafening. He collected the tankards and plates, his face ashen with sorrow as if this was his last day on earth. The kitchen was in no better condition, pans and moulds strewn around, their surfaces matt and bleak with the residue of batter and sauces. Grimly, he set himself to work; half heartily cleaning and polishing the dirty tankards and plates. He tried to entertain himself with those sweet memories of that faithful new year's eve. That only made his lust boil just enough to fill him with determination. “I’m a shinobi of Iwagakure! I will not let myself be denied the spoils of hard work!” Fueled by the new found vigour, he cleaned the current basinful of dirty dishes, took a handful of Ryo out of the till and set out for the hot springs. He was still dressed in his working attire; apron and all. Takamura knew the way well to the Hotsprings, being a frequent visitor and an expert of the workmanship of the bamboo dividers between the pools. The Hot Spring's staff knew Takamura well and even though they tried to ban him multiple times, it was concluded that it was better if he paid to enter then banning him just so he would still sneak his way in and cause trouble.
The clerk behind the desk gave a condescending stare accompanied with a nod of acknowledgement as Takamura paid and made his way towards the collection of shacks that were used as changing rooms. He dared a peek into the women’s changing rooms but unfortunately it seemed to be empty. “Guess everyone is already splashing around.” he hopefully thought to keep the scary thoughts that he might be faced with an empty hot spring. He quickly got out of his dirty apron and sweat ridden clothes, not wanting to waste any more time. The ironically modest Takamura wrapped a towel around his lower body and made his way out to the outdoor pools. There were two different pools for men on one side, the two parallel where for women and there was a both-gender pool on the side. Seeing as one of them seemed to be occupied already, he went to the vacant one. He seeped into the water, the warm feeling easing all his tense muscles and let out a sigh of relief. Before he could put his mind to finding that peephole, he heard a muffled voice from the next pool that he was sure he heard before. And it wasn’t a man’s voice for sure. Using his advanced knowledge of hot springs divider weak points, he managed to pry trough and get a good glimpse. He did manage to locate the point of the voice, which seemed to be a white haired woman that had her back to him, hunched on a bald man of a good build. He was a toned man, probably a hardened taijutsu practitioner. Takamura assumed that he was a wandering shinobi or something along those lines. Still, he wasn't here to peep on men so he didn't give it much thought. Yet he instantly recognised the female. Not many women had white hair in Iwagakure. He rubbed his neck, as if remembering the iron grip she dragged him by. “Jet-sensei!” he thought with a sly grin. Unfortunately, from where he was standing, all he could see was her ashen back and the upper curve of her buttocks; anything else was either out of sight or submerged into water.
As if there was some perverted god answering Takamura’s prayers, a scream pierced the mostly quiet atmosphere. This caused the bald man to rise up which in turn this moved Jet into the perfect angle for Takamura. His grin turned into a smile of pure awe and ecstasy at the sight of her chest bouncing in cute jiggle as she turned. There seemed to be some conversation going on but at the sight of exposed breasts, nothing short of a great shinobi war would snap him out of it. Takamura’s mind reached a new level of joy and pleasure, his eyes taking in every possible detail of those exposed wet pair of breasts. With every little movement,the bald man did, it resonated through Jet and directly to her torso, causing great delight to Takamura. It wasn’t the biggest pair he had ever seen but something about peeping on your sensei had its new unique type of tingle that trumped the normal feeling by a large margin. They were of decent size and at the end of the day, they were boobs and regardless of size, Takamura would always be hard pressed to turn them down. Albeit one might rightly debate Takamura lacked the ability to do so; let alone in the case of his sensei's boobs. To any onlooker, it would seem as if Takamura was going to bleed out by the amount of blood pouring out of his nose, too entranced and mesmerised by the sight that lay in front of him to do anything but press his face as close as possible to the peepholes: His eyes following every movement of that bosom that brought him so much joy. This caused the blood to start seeping into his opened mouth. Takamura was taken aback spitting and wiping his mouth, the sour copper taste breaking the hypnotising spell that seemed to be on him. He moved to the other side of the Hot Spring where the blood had not yet reached. He washed his mouth and face with utmost haste, every second spent is a second wasted not looking at that alluring bust. In a matter of seconds, he was traversing back to the peephole with the haste of a veteran swimmer. Back into the right place,he regained his conniving activities once again.
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