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Character's name: Uchiha Itachi
Age: 21
Status: Patient
Character's Personality: Everything that Itachi does can be calculated down to the smallest details, nothing that he does it out of place, planning each moment before it happens to move through the situation. He is more than smart; he is a genius with an IQ that rivals some of the greatest minds of our time that started to show during early development stages back when he was a toddler. He is methodical, exacting and patient, able to outwait anyone at their own game.
Due to the mental state he has been diagnosed with, he does not interact well with people. Most of the time it is hard to understand what he is saying with his formal speeches to the point that it at times can confused since it sounds like encrypted language. He prefers to be by himself and doesn’t enjoy the company of most humans.
Itachi will talk down to people that he does not believe have the mental capability to hold a conversation with him, this gives people the impression that he had some kind of complex against them. In his own way it is true but that is only because they have not gotten through to him enough, any relationship will take the time to earn the trust to open him up otherwise, you will not have the chance to get to know him.
The only thing that is flawed against him is that he is proned to outbreaks against authority. If pushed too far over the edge, then he will snap.
Brief (or not so brief) history of your character's background: Every parent thinks that their child is special in their own way. Smart, funny, have a special gift that they help to refine over the years. Every child has a gift no matter how small it is. Every child is unique and Itachi wasn’t an exception. He was the textbook role model that every parent could want, quiet, polite, well behaved. Given the love and praise that every child deserved in their life to progress that through to the older years where he would one day grow up to be a fine, outstanding citizen.
Every child is special and Itachi was that. His development level mentally was at a rapid rate becoming smarter each day with the amount of time he put into reading, spelling and so forth. Only his mother started to notice a change in him. His always quiet demeanor started to worsen, spending almost all day and night by himself without any social interaction. When she hugged him, he no longer hugged back. Her child was indeed special and something was wrong with him.
He was three went he first started to attend counseling, weekly trips to the shrink to identify his problems with the outcome coming from the professionals that he was autistic. His mother could not understand and did not want to accept it, having to face accusations that she did not love her child enough from other mothers which is why Itachi was the way he was. She would do anything she could to get him to once again be that adorable baby with a happy smile across his face.
No matter how much love and attention she tried to show him, he was far from that. Once receiving the shock of her life when she heard noise down in the kitchen late one night, going down to investigate with her husband at her side thinking that it was a burglar. Blood everywhere all over the floor, matted fur and internal organs surrounded her son. Itachi covered in the insides of the small puppy she had bought him for a friend, now sliced to shreds by an innocent five year old.
Still to this day, Itachi had no recollection of what had happened. The last memory he had of his family was being led away from them by some people, his mother pleading for him not to go. The last hug he received and the last time he shed a tear as he watched his mother’s sorrow through barred windows of the van that took him away.
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree it appeared. Some observations and a talk with his father had a family member more than interested in him, allowing him to arrange for his stay at some place that would give him the help that he needed but this was far from that. He had identified his problem well before any shrink could have; the actions of that night confirmed it for him. Antisocial personality disorder with sociopathic tendencies.
Given his line of work, this gift was not to be destroyed but to be nurtured with his own brand of tender loving, giving the design needed for the right upbringing, praising him when needed and instructing him on how to use this ‘gift’ for a greater purpose. From the age of six, Itachi started his training learning everything that he could need, developing a great love for forensics by the time he was nine and could analyze a crime scene by the time he was twelve. He was not training him for a life in law enforcement to help rid the world of criminals who had harmed the innocent but quite the opposite. He trained him to take out the ones that dared to stand in his way in his illegal business, to take them out and cover his tracks so one would know and connect the dots. Guns, fighting styles, knives, anything and everything around that could be used at his disposal. In short, he had trained him to be an assassin.
Itachi was thirteen when he had his first kill, a man by the name of Kenichi Shinoda from a rival group after a shipment that went sour with the rival boss trying to entrap the man after he had made a deal with the authorities. He successfully got away but wanted revenge for the act, sending in the boy for his chance to prove that his years had not been wasted. The man disappeared out of sight with no traces to be found, randomly stumbled upon by some kids searching through an abandoned mine site that Police identified to be at least two months interred. Although it was the scene of the crime, there was no trace of evidence found inside his apartment whatsoever. The job was a complete success and Itachi got away clean.
For years he had served at his side doing his dirty work, taking out people without guilt for his actions and the ones that he felt quickly passed with the amount of kills to his name, he could not tell you because he does chose to remember them. That was until his last.
A child of an enemy. The order was given not to take out the one that he hunted but the one closest to her, a five year old girl who had done nothing wrong in the world but he wanted her gone. That night he had snuck into her room while she slept, 9mm in hand ready to fire that bullet into her head to take her out but he could not do it. He could not understand why someone who was so fragile should be taken from the world when his urges told him to do so. Everyone to this point had been criminals and the law would have taken out anyway so they deserved to die but her… he couldn’t do it.
When the word came back that he aborted, the one that had taken care of him all this time was furious. He had no need for defective product and if he was not working for him then it was a liability. Out for a nightly walk just the same as any normal night would see different this time as he was surrounded by authority, Itachi had been set up with a secret tip off and was ready to be taken down. He hadn’t even flinched a muscle when one of them fired, shot in the chest almost fatally wounded but he survived through it to be accused of the crime of death of one Kenichi Shinoda.
That first had come back to haunt him. He found out the hard way that everyone is expendable. Even him.
Your characters sexual preference: Asexual
PB Aoi
Sample post: Wafting beams of moonlight streamed down along the riverside, projecting the haze of the half crescent that shimmered up high in the sky against the ripped of water that moved with the swimming fish. Lights twinkled in building windows off in the horizon with the city in sleep awaiting for the new day to come. This time of the night was peaceful without a soul in sight. Enough to relax the body and mind, to push away the niggling thoughts that ate at the back of his mind from the processes that he fussed over. An active mind was a dangerous thing when in the hands of someone that could not control it, needing to temporarily cease before it burnt out like a firefly that outlived its life. One day that time would come for him, sitting in wait with the dangerous game they played. His time would come but when was the only question.
The rustling of the bushes near by drew his running steps down to a slower pace, alert and aware of his surrounding and their motion despite not even a gentle breeze blowing off the water. The dog park was a few miles away so the chances of a pup getting loose and wandering were minimal. No signs were shown prior to the movement of the bushes, something as destructive as a canine would cause sounds in the distance as it approached.
A smell close by travelling on the air as he ran came off as somewhat familiar, machine oil, polishing material, explosives that had been detonated. Rising smoke testing delicate nasal that resembled fireworks but only to someone who was untrained or not been in that situation. The passing boat, the couple off in the distance under the tree, the reflection of red pinpoint light shaking across the dull green of grass only meant one thing.
Itachi slowed down to a complete stop, placing his hands on his knees panting hard to catch his breath training his eyes from left to right taking the surroundings into consideration for the final time. There was no need to fight what this was. There was no possibility of escape. “This is the end,” he muttered quietly to himself, slowly shifting his hands from his knees and out to the side. Outreaching with no one in sight but that was a lie.
Sudden screams came out of nowhere commanding him to do many things. Not to move. Not to speak. Not to breathe. Not to turn around. Put your hands up and keep them where they could be seen. Not one of them had paid attention to the fact that they were already outstretched and pointed to the ground. They were never observant and that was their downfall.
“You’re under arrest,” one of them spoke, advancing closer as at least ten laser sights kept him at bay.
On what charges? They would tell soon enough.
“For the murder of Kenichi Shinoda.”
The first would be his last. What irony. The timing was too perfectly pointed towards that time, not a contract killing in a good month but now out of oblivion a cold case had come to light. New evidence that lead them towards the supposed killer. That could only have been him.
Itachi did not speak at all taking his right to remain silent, holding firm while the handcuffs came into view readying to take him away to await punishment. What was the point in fighting when the odds were against you? Only the foolish would take such a path and that is why by the time they made it out, they were ridden with forty slugs throughout their body.
Checkmate.
Echoing sounds of a single shot echoed over the bay, force that dove to the ground looking for cover finally peering up from their huddled positions. The suspect was still standing deadly still baring the same apathetic expression across his face but his body told another tale as the crimson spilt over his shirt, seeping and spreading downwards.
Cries of cease fire from the higher ups brought whoever had taken the shot to a standstill, more voices around calling for paramedics. Slowly they phased out inside his head leaving only the slight rise of a smirk against his lips, falling backwards against the cold pavement that drew him closer to darkness.
In the end we are all the same. Expendable pawns.
AIM → Lethal Chimera
E-mail → evoiiice9a@gmail.com
Character's name: Uchiha Itachi
Age: 21
Status: Patient
Character's Personality: Everything that Itachi does can be calculated down to the smallest details, nothing that he does it out of place, planning each moment before it happens to move through the situation. He is more than smart; he is a genius with an IQ that rivals some of the greatest minds of our time that started to show during early development stages back when he was a toddler. He is methodical, exacting and patient, able to outwait anyone at their own game.
Due to the mental state he has been diagnosed with, he does not interact well with people. Most of the time it is hard to understand what he is saying with his formal speeches to the point that it at times can confused since it sounds like encrypted language. He prefers to be by himself and doesn’t enjoy the company of most humans.
Itachi will talk down to people that he does not believe have the mental capability to hold a conversation with him, this gives people the impression that he had some kind of complex against them. In his own way it is true but that is only because they have not gotten through to him enough, any relationship will take the time to earn the trust to open him up otherwise, you will not have the chance to get to know him.
The only thing that is flawed against him is that he is proned to outbreaks against authority. If pushed too far over the edge, then he will snap.
Brief (or not so brief) history of your character's background: Every parent thinks that their child is special in their own way. Smart, funny, have a special gift that they help to refine over the years. Every child has a gift no matter how small it is. Every child is unique and Itachi wasn’t an exception. He was the textbook role model that every parent could want, quiet, polite, well behaved. Given the love and praise that every child deserved in their life to progress that through to the older years where he would one day grow up to be a fine, outstanding citizen.
Every child is special and Itachi was that. His development level mentally was at a rapid rate becoming smarter each day with the amount of time he put into reading, spelling and so forth. Only his mother started to notice a change in him. His always quiet demeanor started to worsen, spending almost all day and night by himself without any social interaction. When she hugged him, he no longer hugged back. Her child was indeed special and something was wrong with him.
He was three went he first started to attend counseling, weekly trips to the shrink to identify his problems with the outcome coming from the professionals that he was autistic. His mother could not understand and did not want to accept it, having to face accusations that she did not love her child enough from other mothers which is why Itachi was the way he was. She would do anything she could to get him to once again be that adorable baby with a happy smile across his face.
No matter how much love and attention she tried to show him, he was far from that. Once receiving the shock of her life when she heard noise down in the kitchen late one night, going down to investigate with her husband at her side thinking that it was a burglar. Blood everywhere all over the floor, matted fur and internal organs surrounded her son. Itachi covered in the insides of the small puppy she had bought him for a friend, now sliced to shreds by an innocent five year old.
Still to this day, Itachi had no recollection of what had happened. The last memory he had of his family was being led away from them by some people, his mother pleading for him not to go. The last hug he received and the last time he shed a tear as he watched his mother’s sorrow through barred windows of the van that took him away.
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree it appeared. Some observations and a talk with his father had a family member more than interested in him, allowing him to arrange for his stay at some place that would give him the help that he needed but this was far from that. He had identified his problem well before any shrink could have; the actions of that night confirmed it for him. Antisocial personality disorder with sociopathic tendencies.
Given his line of work, this gift was not to be destroyed but to be nurtured with his own brand of tender loving, giving the design needed for the right upbringing, praising him when needed and instructing him on how to use this ‘gift’ for a greater purpose. From the age of six, Itachi started his training learning everything that he could need, developing a great love for forensics by the time he was nine and could analyze a crime scene by the time he was twelve. He was not training him for a life in law enforcement to help rid the world of criminals who had harmed the innocent but quite the opposite. He trained him to take out the ones that dared to stand in his way in his illegal business, to take them out and cover his tracks so one would know and connect the dots. Guns, fighting styles, knives, anything and everything around that could be used at his disposal. In short, he had trained him to be an assassin.
Itachi was thirteen when he had his first kill, a man by the name of Kenichi Shinoda from a rival group after a shipment that went sour with the rival boss trying to entrap the man after he had made a deal with the authorities. He successfully got away but wanted revenge for the act, sending in the boy for his chance to prove that his years had not been wasted. The man disappeared out of sight with no traces to be found, randomly stumbled upon by some kids searching through an abandoned mine site that Police identified to be at least two months interred. Although it was the scene of the crime, there was no trace of evidence found inside his apartment whatsoever. The job was a complete success and Itachi got away clean.
For years he had served at his side doing his dirty work, taking out people without guilt for his actions and the ones that he felt quickly passed with the amount of kills to his name, he could not tell you because he does chose to remember them. That was until his last.
A child of an enemy. The order was given not to take out the one that he hunted but the one closest to her, a five year old girl who had done nothing wrong in the world but he wanted her gone. That night he had snuck into her room while she slept, 9mm in hand ready to fire that bullet into her head to take her out but he could not do it. He could not understand why someone who was so fragile should be taken from the world when his urges told him to do so. Everyone to this point had been criminals and the law would have taken out anyway so they deserved to die but her… he couldn’t do it.
When the word came back that he aborted, the one that had taken care of him all this time was furious. He had no need for defective product and if he was not working for him then it was a liability. Out for a nightly walk just the same as any normal night would see different this time as he was surrounded by authority, Itachi had been set up with a secret tip off and was ready to be taken down. He hadn’t even flinched a muscle when one of them fired, shot in the chest almost fatally wounded but he survived through it to be accused of the crime of death of one Kenichi Shinoda.
That first had come back to haunt him. He found out the hard way that everyone is expendable. Even him.
Your characters sexual preference: Asexual
PB Aoi
Sample post: Wafting beams of moonlight streamed down along the riverside, projecting the haze of the half crescent that shimmered up high in the sky against the ripped of water that moved with the swimming fish. Lights twinkled in building windows off in the horizon with the city in sleep awaiting for the new day to come. This time of the night was peaceful without a soul in sight. Enough to relax the body and mind, to push away the niggling thoughts that ate at the back of his mind from the processes that he fussed over. An active mind was a dangerous thing when in the hands of someone that could not control it, needing to temporarily cease before it burnt out like a firefly that outlived its life. One day that time would come for him, sitting in wait with the dangerous game they played. His time would come but when was the only question.
The rustling of the bushes near by drew his running steps down to a slower pace, alert and aware of his surrounding and their motion despite not even a gentle breeze blowing off the water. The dog park was a few miles away so the chances of a pup getting loose and wandering were minimal. No signs were shown prior to the movement of the bushes, something as destructive as a canine would cause sounds in the distance as it approached.
A smell close by travelling on the air as he ran came off as somewhat familiar, machine oil, polishing material, explosives that had been detonated. Rising smoke testing delicate nasal that resembled fireworks but only to someone who was untrained or not been in that situation. The passing boat, the couple off in the distance under the tree, the reflection of red pinpoint light shaking across the dull green of grass only meant one thing.
Itachi slowed down to a complete stop, placing his hands on his knees panting hard to catch his breath training his eyes from left to right taking the surroundings into consideration for the final time. There was no need to fight what this was. There was no possibility of escape. “This is the end,” he muttered quietly to himself, slowly shifting his hands from his knees and out to the side. Outreaching with no one in sight but that was a lie.
Sudden screams came out of nowhere commanding him to do many things. Not to move. Not to speak. Not to breathe. Not to turn around. Put your hands up and keep them where they could be seen. Not one of them had paid attention to the fact that they were already outstretched and pointed to the ground. They were never observant and that was their downfall.
“You’re under arrest,” one of them spoke, advancing closer as at least ten laser sights kept him at bay.
On what charges? They would tell soon enough.
“For the murder of Kenichi Shinoda.”
The first would be his last. What irony. The timing was too perfectly pointed towards that time, not a contract killing in a good month but now out of oblivion a cold case had come to light. New evidence that lead them towards the supposed killer. That could only have been him.
Itachi did not speak at all taking his right to remain silent, holding firm while the handcuffs came into view readying to take him away to await punishment. What was the point in fighting when the odds were against you? Only the foolish would take such a path and that is why by the time they made it out, they were ridden with forty slugs throughout their body.
Checkmate.
Echoing sounds of a single shot echoed over the bay, force that dove to the ground looking for cover finally peering up from their huddled positions. The suspect was still standing deadly still baring the same apathetic expression across his face but his body told another tale as the crimson spilt over his shirt, seeping and spreading downwards.
Cries of cease fire from the higher ups brought whoever had taken the shot to a standstill, more voices around calling for paramedics. Slowly they phased out inside his head leaving only the slight rise of a smirk against his lips, falling backwards against the cold pavement that drew him closer to darkness.
In the end we are all the same. Expendable pawns.