Hadachi Futenken (Approved)

Name: Hadachi Futenken
Clan:
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Village: Kirigakure

Rank: Genin
Specialty: Taijutsu
Elements: Fuuton

Appearance:

• His black unruly hair reaches the end of his neck, but is tied with a white hairband.
  
• Light skinned, and of average height and weight, although more muscular than most people his age.
  
• Relaxed olive colored eyes and a big nose rests on his face, with hints of a beard starting to show.
  
• While in town, he prefers to wear casual clothes.
  
• Out on the field, he wears an attire that protects him from the heat of the day, and the cold of the night; wrapping his head with grey straps of linen that cover all but his eyes, in fact, his entire outfit is linen, and covers all but hands and feet. This outfit also provides good protection against the endless waters of the Mist Village, while still being light, regardless of being soaked.
  

Personality:

• Likes: Sparring matches with skilled taijutsu specialists, training, silence and protecting the unfortunate.
  
• Dislikes: Loud people, self-pity, over-confidence and superiority complexes.
  
• Goal: To protect the Mist Village and it's people. To live a life without many regrets.
  

History:

   Hadachi lived a nomad life untill the age of five. His family and tribe travelled as a caravan throughout the Land of Water from small town to small town, bartering goods and selling services. It was a cold night, when raiders attacked the caravan and managed to kill the guards, followed by the men, the women, the old and the young. Hadachi remained below the body of his best friend, sobbing but motionless, hiding in silence, untill hours have passed; his only company the blood moon overseeing the event.

   He did not wander the land in search of something, or someone, instead, he remained by the body of his family and friends, untill ninjas from the mist village met his gaze, and realized what took place. They took the child to the village. The boy was young enough to join the academy, and so he did. Lacking direction and fortitude, he spent most of his free time walking through the village, letting the endless rain touch his face, confounding the water from the sky with his own tears.

   It all changed when a small army of raiders was bold enough to attack the village, Hadachi recognized the leader; he knew they were the ones from that cursed day. He was too young to fight, but he watched intently. The raiders were decimated, the ninjas from the mist village were able to fend off their attacks, while protecting and caring for the civillians; guarding mothers against blades and children against kunais. Although a gruesome and violent scene, Hadachi Futenken found his meaning then.

   From that way onward, the boy dedicated himself towards the ninja arts, leaving his self-pity behind, knowing that only hard work and a focused and humble mind would be able to achieve what he wanted; to be able to protect the people of this village, and to give back the life they saved, thousand-fold.

  He did not flinch the day of his test; according to the "Bloody Mist Policy", to become a Genin, the other students engaged in a deathmatch. Hadachi did what he had to do, in order to better himself, and to protect the people of this village. He fought knowing that if he died, it still served a purpose, even if he did not agree with it.
 

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Name: Hadachi Futenken
Clan:
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Village: Suna

Rank: Genin
Specialty: Taijutsu
Elements: Fuuton

Appearance:

• His black unruly hair reaches the end of his neck, but is tied with a white hairband.
  
• Naturally of light skin, the sun had turned it into a tone of light red.
  
• Relaxed olive colored eyes and a big nose rests on his face, with hints of a beard starting to show.
  
• While in town, he prefers to wear casual clothes.
  
• Out on the field, he wears an attire that protects him from the heat of the day, and the cold of the night; wrapping his head on white straps of linen that cover all but his eyes, in fact, his entire outfit is linen, and covers all but hands and feet.
  

Personality:

• Likes: Sparring matches with skilled taijutsu specialists, training, silence, protecting the unfortunate.
  
• Dislikes: Loud people, self-pity, over-confidence and superiority complexes.
  
• Goal: To protect the Sand Village and it's people. To live a life without many regrets.
  

History:

   Hadachi lived a nomad life untill the age of five. His family and tribe travelled as a caravan through the deserts of the wind land from small town to small town, bartering goods and selling services. It was a cold night, when raiders attacked the caravan and managed to kill the guards, followed by the men, the women, the old and the young. Hadachi remained below the body of his best friend, sobbing but motionless, hiding in silence, untill hours have passed; his only company the blood moon overseeing the event.

   He did not wander the desert in search of something, or someone, instead, he remained by the body of his family and friends, untill ninjas from the sand village met his gaze, and realized what took place. They took the child to the village. The boy was young enough to join the academy, and so he did. Lacking direction and fortitude, he spent most of his free time walking through the village, drying his wet eyes.

   It all changed when a small army of raiders was bold enough to attack the village, Hadachi recognized the leader; he knew they were the ones from that cursed day. He was too young to fight, but he watched intently. The raiders were decimated, the ninjas from the sand village were able to fend off their attacks, while protecting and caring for the civillians; guarding mothers against blades and children against kunais. Although a gruesome and violent scene, Hadachi Futenken found his meaning then.

   From that way onward, the boy dedicated himself towards the ninja arts, leaving his self-pity behind, knowing that only hard work and a focused and humble mind would be able to achieve what he wanted; to be able to protect the people of this village, and to give back the life they saved, thousand-fold.

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