Role Student
Basic Appearance
Minato Arikaze is⌠in lay manâs term a generic paradox that even confused the people in the village he once ago called his home. For a man who prided his asian roots he possessed a mop of unruly gold hair, coming down a few centimeters down his neck. Itâs always unruly, giving the thought âbed headâ more justice than any words to describe just how wild his hair can be. No matter how many times he tries to comb it down it always pops back out.
So he simply gave up. Along with his hair, his eyes, normally asian people either have brown or black but⌠for Minato he has blue. His eyes are shaped a bit roundish with a flare of childishness in them. Those blue orbs for anyone that stares at it too long it feels as if the person is being dragged down the deep pits of the ocean itself.
In terms of body shape he wasnât blessed with a muscular frame like some people are. His is lanky, frail as if one touch would break him. When it comes to clothes the boy is never picky he just tosses on whatever he finds in his closet that day or what he still thinks is wearable.
"Are you done yet?"
Name: Minato Arikaze
Age: 17
Gender: male "Says so in my birth certificate...."
Weapon(s): He has two combat knifes hidden inside his jacket thats about it.
Personality:
Calculative|Calm|Observant|Lethargic|Friendly
CalculativeâŚ.
ObservantâŚ.. with a look that always says heâs thinking about something. Minato is a person who hates being caught off guard by anything whether school work or generally things that happens around him. He likes to keep a plan around him at all times. An escape route if you may, he hates being caught unprepared for anything.
This stemmed from his past⌠his life wasnât what people would call âsugaryâ or living in riches. He learned to survive using just his wits and cunning. Heâs a cunning individual who would think first and weigh in his choices before making a move. Basically all of his actions are thought by a few dozen times before he even does it! Normally he wouldnât do a risk unless he profits from it or if it would help him. Minato is generally a laid back guy, he acts weak and defenseless and sometimes lazy in order to avoid situations when it fact heâs already scheming in that little brain of his. His heart as he calls it is hidden behind a stone wall he erected for himself, too scared to let a single person in until he can find someone whom he can truly trust. But aside from his flaws heâs a kind individual whoâs a good listener to problems art to him is his escape from the reality when he draws or paint it feels like heâs not even there anymore.
Likes:
Sushi
Ramen
Barbecue
Hacking
Mix martial arts
Kenjutsu
Art particulary baroque styles
Dislikes:
Loud places
Crowded places
Mentioning anything that has to do with his past.
Chili
Cold
Talents:
Cooking
Painting
Sketching
Hacking
Sword play
Violin
Singing
Flaws:
Lethargic
Hard to get motivated
Distrustful
Has a small bit of borderline syndrome.
Asthma
tends to faint when he forces himself when he's tired.
Hobbies:
Painting
Reading
Practicing his sword skills
Taking care of a small fox kit he found in the forest
Bio: Minato started out life rather well, born to a loving a well off parents they live in a small village in the outskirts of Okinawa. Life was peaceful, boring to an extent in the small village populated only by a few hundred people. But life was rather good⌠his mother needed the fresh air for her frail health hence why they made their home there. Close to the mountain.
During his childhood Minato was an active child, always smiling and hanging out with his friends. He loved hanging around with his parents especially his father whom would take him camping a few times during the weekends. Yet⌠if there was one thing they never told the boy⌠is his roots. His father wasnât a full Japanese with his mother being a French woman his father had met during a trip. They always told the boy his blond hair was just a fluke in the genetics⌠boy was they ever wrong.
Nor did they tell that his mother came from American descent albeit for her red hair⌠He barely saw his grandfather whom would only visit them once every two years. But he loved the old man none the less⌠bond to a grandfather and a grandchild as they sayâŚ
On his ninth birthday however⌠things turned for the worse. One of his friends, a boy named Sasuke and him were playing by the river when Sasuke slipped and fell in the currents. Naruto tried to save the boy. But his small body could barely fight against the strong currents. Luckily for them a fisherman saw them. But due to how far they were the man thought the young blond had been the one to push off the young black haired boy. He quickly ran to them and pulled them out, but by then the young raven head had already fallen unconscious. He was rushed to the hospital in the neighboring town where unfortunately he fell into a coma. The doctors told his broken hearted parents he may never wake up from it.
From outside Naru could hear the wails of Sasukeâs mother. The boy blamed himself, if only he had been stronger⌠he could have saved the guy. The door opened and his friendâs parents he looked up at them, wanting to ask about his friend when Sasukeâs mother nearly attacked him. The fisherman had told them what happened. He tried explaining what really happened⌠but they didnât listen. To them he tried to murder their son.
Not even his family was on his side when they showed up, shadowed faces as his father merely dragged him to the police station. They didnât believe him⌠no matter how many times the boy cried his tears fell on deaf ears. He was forced to spend a night in jail, with nothing but a cold blanket to keep him company before his parents finally picked him up.
They told him he was under house arrest as the investigations still went. Back at home he wished he was somewhere else⌠the once happy house began to get colder. His parents ignored him, they fought and blamed each other until the boy merely locked himself in his room. He never joined his parents for meal time instead he would eat alone⌠Slowly it changed him, from being the outgoing child he slowly pulled back into a shell.
When he would step out into the garden, people whisper before glaring at him then turning away, it was a dark time in his life⌠one that he felt true loneliness⌠he stopped seeking company and instead locked himself in his room. A year later on his tenth birthday he began to draw on his unused notebooks. He found out he had a knack for it and it soon became his hobby. He didnât know things were going to get worse⌠a few months after the police dropped the case from the lack of evidence he was allowed to head out⌠his treatment hasnât gone better to the eyes of the community he was a murderer. He was forced to repeat a year in school since his house arrest. His classmates bullied him relentlessly while the teachers did nothing to help the poor boy. It wasnât until he was twelve when his father came home , drunk he saw the boy sketching by the fireplace when he rushed to him then ripped out the sketch book tossing it to the flames, he began screaming how he wished he didnât have him as a child, and how they didnât have any monster blood in their veins.
The boy only watched in horror, he begged his father to stop, but that only fueled him when he dragged the poor boy into the kitchen right when his wifeâs father was visiting his daughter. To their horror they watched the father grab a knife before slashing his sonâs face. Three lines on each side of his cheeks⌠The boyâs grandfather quickly wrestled the man away from his grandson while the boy stood livid, blood pouring down his face as he stood there in shock. He barely remembered anything from that night, how his grandfather dragged him to the car with nothing but some of his things, the next thing he knew he was in a hotel. His cheeks were stitched and bandaged while his grandfather was booking flights for them.
The once happy boy turned into a shell of his former self. He barely smiled after that encounter, his grandfather took custody of him and took him back to the states. His parents tried to contact him but he refused. Instead he focused on his studies to graduate early from school. Until now⌠after his grandfather sent him to France to study art. He didnât dare speak to his parents⌠or anyone from his past. Even as his grandfather told him his friend woke up and cleared his name he still refused.
Other: He has a small tiny hole in his heart which causes his faint spells as well as the scars on his cheeks which came...lets just say from a not so good event in his early life.
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