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[b]Basics![/b][/center]
[b]Name:[/b] Kami Unmei Uchiha
[b]Age:[/b] 15
[b]Birthdate:[/b] March 15th
[b]Rank:[/b] 

[b]Village:[/b] Wanderer
[b]Clan:[/b] Uchiha
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[b]Specialties:[/b] Ninjutsu, Taijutsu

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[center][b]Appearance![/b][/center]
[b]Height:[/b] 5'0
[b]Weight:[/b] 105 Pounds
[b]Hair Color:[/b] Black / Long
[b]Eye Color:[/b] Red
[b]General Description:[/b] I think I'm a bit... grown.. for my age. I matured early in life. God gifted me, as my mother often said. I prefer more pirate-like attire than that a shinobi would wear. I always wear my hair down, with strands of beads in it, and a red bandanna covering my head. Despite my red eyes I'm by no means albino - it must be a family trait from my mothers side - my skin is as tan as anyone elses who lives on a ship for long periods of time.
Normally I wear a white blouse with ruffles on the front of it, nothing too grand, but pretty enough and which shows a fair amount of cleavage, and a black jacket over this that I normally keep open in the front. Black, boot cut pants complete my normal attire, covered at the bottom by leather boots with just enough heal to make a soft click of a sound when I walk. Belts hold up my pouches and weapons.



[center][b]About You![/b][/center]
[b]Personality:[/b] Huh? What's this... do you really think some simple ropes and a wooden chair can hold me here for long? You're foolish if you think so. But, I suppose I can indulge your curiosity. It's the least I can do before you die, and you will die, make no mistakes about that.
So you want to know about my personality? Well, some people have called me brave, or brash. Others have called me psychotic, or insane. Then there's others who think I'm a worse fate to meet than hell itself. They'll tell you that I'm some sort of sadist who gets off on torturing others, with a short fuse that can easily been lit with the smallest of sparks. I suppose it all depends on how you look at me though, how well you get to know me, on if you piss me off or not.
Yet, then there's those who know me very well, those who I've fought death with and won. Those who have shed blood with me, defeated many a enemy, and walked away victorious. They'll tell you I'm loyal, that I've always had their back. They'll tell you I'm the sort of person they want to have their back when they're going into combat, when they're facing down death, when they have no way to turn but the sword's way out.
[b]Likes:[/b] That's what I like you know... combat. There's nothing in the world that can compare to the thrill of taking a kunai and slicing your opponent open when they least expect it. It's even more fun when you wait, play it out as if you're weak and losing, and then wait until the absolute last second to spring it on them. Just let them gloat and brag until you bring their whole world crashing down on them.
Hehehe, I guess I am a bit sadistic aren't I? But, then again, I suppose crazy is as crazy does. I was raised by crazy, so it rubbed off a bit on me.
Anyway, I suppose there is one thing in life that compares a bit to that sort of rush: chocolate, chocolate and a good coffee. You know, the type of coffee that's cold as ice, light tan in color, with just the right bit of cream and sugar to where not only do you get that brain kick from the caffeine but a sugar rush to boot.
[b]Dislikes:[/b] ... Are you really trying to interrupt me here? I thought you wanted to know about me, then shut up and listen. God, that's one of those things I can't stand - the type of people who ask for information but don't sit around and wait for it to be given to them. The type of people who like to interrupt others when their speaking.
They're as far up there on my shit list as those who betray, those who turn their backs on those who've trusted them. Those are the types of people who deserve the most gruesome of deaths. They're the type of people I used to love to see get thrown off of ships: only they never did it just like that on my ship. No, we always baited the water first, made sure we got the sharks circling before dropping them. They always pleaded for their lives, but... tch, they should have thought of that before they did what they did.
[b]Motivations:[/b] Ugh, you guys getting bored already? No? Good. You know what motivates me? My mother. She's an excellent woman, has always given me more faith and hope then I ever deserved. Had it in her head that she would make me a much better shinobi than she ever was. 'Course, I could never really stand to see her doubt herself, it always put her in such a rotten mental state.
Put her in one of those 'runs' as I called them, long periods of time where she wasn't herself at all. It was weird because she acted like she didn't know who she was, let alone me or anyone else.
[b]Fears:[/b] I suppose that's what I really feared all my life above everything else: losing her to herself and it being a permanent thing. She always recovered, eventually, but it seemed like almost every single time it ended up taking longer and longer to do. At first it took a few hours, then a few days, her last episode took almost a month.
I think I fear that more than pain or even death, really. Losing my mother and her never coming back again; having to watch her mind eat away at itself and never return. You see, if I'm in pain then eventually that pain will get so bad I'll black out - which then I really won't have to deal with pain at all. If I die it's the same story that applies; I won't have to deal with the suffering. But if my mother loses her mind for forever? Then I'll have to live with that, live with it until I die... especially because I'll never be able to leave her, just in case she gains her senses back again.

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