x-Basic information-x
Name: Madara Uchiha
-Alias/Nickname: [This could be either your awesome ninja name, or just a short variation of your character's name.]
Gender: Male
Age 18
-Birthdate: December 24th
Appearance: Madara was a tall and fair-skinned man with spiky black hair with a blue tint. In his younger days, his hair was shoulder-length and wore the standard Uchiha clan's outfit: a high collared black shirt with the clan's crest on its back and blue pants with bandages around his legs, though Madara tends to leave his shirt a little open. On his waist, he had a bandage belt that held a sack that presumably held his ninja tools.
As an adult, he grew his hair to waist length. While still relatively young, he developed more prominent creases under each eye. He wore a blue suit and gloves with a red samurai-like armour. Upon declaring a truce with the Senju clan and founding Konohagakure, he also wore the village's forehead protector which he discarded upon his defection.
- Height: 5'9"
- Weight: 130
- Ethnicity: white
- Picture:
(Except long hair that reaches his waist)
Personality Madara would be described as extremely hostile and self preserving. Often he would attack others for slandering his name as an uchiha. Although he thrives for gaining power. Often he would keep tabs on other uchiha and strong ninja in order to learn new skills. He would also be considered very cunning and manipulative, often playing games with peoples heads and using them as pawns to achieve his goals. This was shown many times as his team-mates and even his jounin instructor had bended to his will on many occasions. All to benefit himself in the end.
He is also well known to hate the senju clan. He is severely effected by the curse of hatred (Which is known to be passed down through the Uchihas and can be traced all the way back to the original eldest son of the sage of six paths.) This curse led him to oppose the them fearing that his clan would be oppressed by them. He also despises the nine demons. Often commenting about how they are nothing but a mass of chakra and power to be controlled and used as tools for his goals.
However there is also a soft side to madara which has never had the chance to be shown. It would be considered soft and caring. And it will only be shown to one other person. Somebody who he has no idea even exists. When he meets her it'll be unbelievable and a shock even to him as time goes on.
- Likes:
Manipulation of others
His clan
His strength
Power
- Dislikes:
People who oppose him
The senju clan
The bijuus
- First Impression: He would appear to be almost calm. Until you said something he disagreed with.
Alignment Neutral. Does whatever he feels is best.
- Goals: His goals are currently unknown
x-Ninja Information-x
Rank: Jounin
Village: Konohagakure
Bloodline Uchiha
Mangekyou acheived:
Specialty: Ninjutsu, Elementally attuned
Element:Fire, Wind.
x-History and Rp Sample-x
History:
- Spoiler:
Total length: 2022 for history. (Not counting the gaining of ms)
~Birth and early life~
Like every uchiha, madara was born into konohagakure. It was a hard time with the release of eight of the demons. The ninth was right below his village. His parents were worried about the nine tails being released in the near future. However it was not a present issue. They were just happy to have had a child after years of trying. And madara was a unique child. He was extremely healthy but quiet. He never cried. He yelled out once and his parents came running. So even at a young age he was manipulating to get what he wants. This wasn’t something that was common in children, especially infants.
At a very young age his parents brought him to the medical ninjas to make sure he was healthy due to his unusual behaviour as an infant. A few of the medical nins weren’t of konohagakure. But they posed for it quite well. They were actually from a small unknown village working on genetics. They took more blood then needed and put some in a vial. They slipped the vial of blood into a small other stash from three or four other infants. Madara was the last one. As soon as they did they checked the infant and deemed him completely healthy. They weren’t evil or trying to do something bad. They wanted to learn more about genetics. However only one worked. It would take two years but eventually one test worked from madara’s blood.
As he grew it up was shown for him to be extremely cunning and even more so manipulating. By the age of two he was walking and talking. Everything in his family was controlled by him even then. He could very easily get his parents to do exactly what he wanted using a mix of psychology and wits. The rest of the clan was harder however. Many of them had at least one person with a sharingan, so they couldn’t be as easily manipulated.
The sharingan. It was the pride and joy of the uchiha clan and only appeared in certain members. This was something madara couldn’t accept at age three, he was already preparing to go to the academy. However he didn’t want to be weak. So he asked his parents, with his unnatural skills at manipulation people, who train him some basics. Of course they agreed. So for months he spent time getting taught by his father how to mold his chakra and allow it to flow, and his mother taught him more physical skills like throwing kunai and shuriken. He made good progress for one so young.
Two years later he was almost ready to enter the academy. He knew and almost perfected all of the academy techniques as well as all of the knowledge that comes with it. His parents made sure of that. However disaster struck his family. Madara’s manipulation had gone too far and his parents had begun fighting some weeks earlier. Of course madara didn’t show any care no matter how much they fought. Until the day his father stormed out of the house. The next day they were going through a divorce. This struck like a lightning bolt through his life. He’s never experienced this feeling before and he knew what it was... Guilt. And with that feeling his eyes had begun to stick slightly. The first tomoe sharingan had been activated for him at age six. After the pain had subsided it was exhilarating. He had looked at his mother for the first time and grinned, capable of seeing her chakra flow to a certain extent.
When his mother saw the sharingan she freaked out. She was happy in this time even if she was getting divorced and immediately she brought him to sign up for the academy. He hadn’t quite learned how to control turning the sharingan on and off yet, so everything looked different. However he managed to turn it off on the way there. And at age six he was going to the academy.
~Academy~
Academy life passed rather quickly. He wasn’t the youngest in the class however he was by far the strongest. With his unnaturally large store of chakra, and his sharingan, he made it through each lesson without a hitch. His classmates all bent to his will as the cunning young child conned them and indirectly forced them to do his bidding. However the teacher was harder. He knew what madara was doing and clearly didn’t approve. Unfortunately he couldn’t do anything to the student who was about to come out above everyone else.
When the test came to become a genin they only made it a simple matter to use each jutsu they learned. The worst students in the class of course failed miserably, but most passed. Madara was at the top of the class among the two students who passed with perfect marks. The other was a normal student. He wasn’t in any bloodline nor was he exceptional. But he practiced a lot. After school madara went up to him. They began talking. Madara figured him to be just a simple tool. Nothing more, and nothing less. However that would change.
~Genin~
After a few days all the students went back to the academy and the teams were chosen. Madara was put onto a team with that other top student and the worst student in the call. To them it sucked. However madara saw this as a good time. So at seven years old he began life as a fully fledged ninja. Of course this didn’t change his plans. He wanted power. He wanted lots of power. And that’s all. So he learned a multitude of jutsus and went on missions.
On one mission things took a drastic change for the worst. An enemy had ambushed the team as they were nearing their destination. The small group was much stronger than any one of the group except their jounin instructor. Unfortunately madara was alone to dispatch one of the stronger ninja and it was tough. He had been nicked and shallowly cut as the two fought on. The only thing keeping him on par was his glowing red uchiha eyes which the jounin saw quite clearly. However a genin versus a jounin levelled ninja was too much. And madara felt weak. This feeling grew as he tired slowly. And instead he was forced back and collapsed.
By luck his best friend jumped into the path. While their instructor also helped. He felt so weak. His wounds were all pretty serious. And it affected him in more ways than one. He got that burning sensation once again. His eyes went black before he was able to see again. To anyone who would have seen, his eyes were spinning momentarily. When it stopped the eased with the burning and it looked almost like a new world. But he fainted, falling to the ground and passing out.
When he recovered it was his teammate Suke was at the side of his bed reading. This socked him and he glared suspiciously. However something happened that madara didn’t plan. He and his teammate actually became close friends. Madara didn’t understand why this one pest was so hard to manipulate. But he enjoyed the real friendship more than he understood. It was amazing to him. One side of him scolded him. The other was happy. After a few years their sensei decided their third teammate was ready for the genin exams and they all went off.
The tests were the usual ones. The first being a nearly impossible written test. Some of the genin knew most of the answers. Even he had trouble after the first couple because of the difficulty. However madara figured out the real purpose rather quickly. All the guards watching for cheaters, the extremely hard test. The purpose was to cheat without being caught. For madara he simple activated his sharingan. His sharingan allowed him to copy the movements of the others pencils. He managed to be one of the few who didn’t get caught at all. Especially with him being the only uchiha.
The rest of the exams went smoothly. Madara and his team went through smoothly. However during the one on one matches their third team member failed. He would be stuck at genin for another year at least. However Suke and madara were the only ones who easily succeeded in the final rounds. They both became chuunins.
~Chuunin~
Chuunin life didn’t last long for the two chuunins. They trained often together when not on missions, and had gotten stronger with each year that passed. Madara now being fourteen was ready to be a jounin. But they wanted him to go on an A-rank mission before advancing him after only a short period of time.
The mission was fairly straight forward. The three (Madara, suke, and their jounin instructor) had to go to a smaller nation and investigate a killing. This was a normal jounin task. Usually fairly simple. So the small group gathered their gear and prepared to head out. As they reached the gate they got stopped and checked for Identification. This was something rather unusual and seemed like it was going to happen much more often in the future.
As they traveled there were no issues. No surprise attacks, no random sidetracks, and almost no conversation. Madara was enjoying the quiet. Probably one of his few joys was the quiet. Especially at night. He thrived at night. Although he didn’t know it yet, but he also had a thirst... No... A lust for blood and the bloodshed of his enemies. However it won’t be shown until a certain day in the near future.
When they arrived at the murder scene madara growls and put a sadistic smile on his face. The person who was killed was a man from the Senju clan. Of course he was scolded by his instructor but it didn’t affect him. He thought of the senju clan as nothing but scum and he would attempt to eliminate them later in life.
After they left the scene to report to the Hokage they were ambushed. There was three in their group. When they attacked, madara was attacked by the strongest one. The man was easily as strong as higher strength jounin. The fight was rather quick. And even with his sharingan activated, madara couldn’t keep up with the jounin. That feeling of weakness returned that he felt a long time ago. And he was soon struck down. After he collapsed the attacker stood over him. He was preparing to strike him dead. Little did he know suke was in the same position as him while their instructor was about to win.
At that moment a familiar burning caused him to wince. His eyes spun and the third tomoe was activated in both eyes. Inside madara was pissed. He was to be considered weak. And when his sharingans full known power was finally achieved, he would be killed. Silently he cursed himself and waited for the strike. But the man was stuck hard in the chest by a lightning type jutsu. Unfortunately he missed the rest as he lost consciousness.
Even with the attack, the group made it back to the village. Madara was self-absorbed. He would never let this happen again. He wanted to surpass the bare minimum for being a jounin and become extremely powerful.
~Jounin~
As a jounin he quickly got stronger. He had gained access to jutsu archives and learned multiple fire and wind type jutsus. It was quite obvious he wasn’t going to fail again like before as he sped up his reflexes and continued to learn. Fairly soon he Surpassed his best friend Suke in every way. They were constantly in friendly competition.
They even went on missions many times in the next four years together. It was always just them. As they didn’t trust anyone else to help them. Madara did most of the fighting, and suke was more of the tracker. A perfect team. And it was something nobody expected to happen. There was almost always flaws.
~A few months earlier~
((This is the next 2k for gaining MS))
Madara awoke that morning to the bright sun shining directly in his eyes. He groaned quite loudly and sat up. The man was now eighteen years old. As he got up, he ran a hand through his long blue-black hair. As always it was soft as silk. And yet it was tangled and a mess from sleeping. This is why he hated sleeping, it ruined his hair. However before he moved anymore, he grabbed his brush off the table next to him and brushed his hair slowly. Once he was sure all the knots were out he slowly got out of bed. He stretched his toned body out and yawned. Clearly to him it was much too early to be awake. However the Hokage wanted to see him about something important.
With a sigh he slowly pulled on his clothes. After doing so he strapped his orange armour over his shoulders and chest. Then knelt down and put on the leg armour followed by his black combat boots. His hair seemed to spike towards the bottom and it was slightly poufy. It gives him the appearance of somebody extremely dangerous. This was not false however. He was a true uchiha. One of the few left with sharingan.
Once he was finished he slowly walked out of his apartment the normal way. He didn’t care for jumping out of the window once again. Using his key he locked his door and sighed. Once again he left his key with his manager and told him to hold onto it until he returned. This wasn’t unusual. As madara was leaving, suke was waiting with a small smile on his face. They were going together as always. The perfect team. Madara flashed a grin back and walked up to him. “Hello suke. Are you prepared? This mission probably will not be difficult, but long and irritating.”
“You always think missions are irritating. It’s probably because of that sharingan of yours. It makes your life too easy.” Suke let out a laugh. He was half-joking and half-serious. Madara’s ninja life was easy because of his sharingan. He didn’t hate it. But he wanted more power. He could see every day the other powerful ninja. He wanted to surpass them. He wanted to surpass the hokage himself.
“Yea maybe your right. I do not see why it matters. I am still weak” Suke laughed and shook his head at that. There was no way madara was weak. He was one of the more powerful jounin. He was jealous of that power. But held it inside and hidden almost perfectly. They were together for almost a decade. Suke spoke up, not wanting to continue the subject. “Let’s head to the hokage’s office. We need to get our mission details.”
With a nod they headed off. It was a quiet day in Konoha. A rare sight. So it was rather quiet and peaceful. The streets were almost never like this. As they walked some people waved hello. One even gave each of them sandwhiches for the trip. They smiled to be polite and accepted them. Madara knew her. She graduated from the academy with him. But wasn’t cut out as a ninja and now owns a small bakery and deli.
Finally they made it to the hokage’s office. It was a quick visit. They took on an S-rank mission. There were reports of yet another murder on the outsides of Konoha. It was getting more fequest and worried everyone. Some witnesses each time reported it was one person who moved with extreme reflexes at night. Nobody ever saw details. So it was going to be quick.
Less than an hour later they headed off. No time limit means no rushing. Hell during the trip they stopped multiple times, starting a fire and roasting marshmallows and talking. As the trip continued madara started getting worried. At the halfway point madara started feeling like they were being watched. The feeling only increased the closer they got to the murder sight. So quietly they made camp and built a small fire. Madara looked around calmly and sat back down.
“Suke. We are being followed. I have had the feeling of being followed for the past day and a half.” He spoke quietly. The look he shot to suke told him to act normal and not move his lips as he spoke. His eyes showed understanding. And he whispered back while looking into the fire. “How many do you think there are?” Madara stretched and tried to listen. He could hear slight rustling in the leaves what sounded like south of them. “I can’t tell how many. However they are south it sounds like.”
Suke nodded and yawned. Madara couldn’t tell if it was real or fake. Knowing suke he really was tired. So they layed down and closed their eyes. Time ticked by slowly. Almost as if it didn’t pass at all. The small circle of trees eventually went dark. And that’s when they moved. But not in any way the two expected. The jutsu used caused sleep and paralysis. So the two were knocked right out and they didn’t even have time to react. Turns out there were only two, Sent out to take the two jounin hostage.
When they awoke they were both tied up. Each was strapped to a big metal plate that held them still. They looked at each other, as they were facing each other, in the small room. Something was wrong. They technically failed the mission now. But it was more a matter of survival. With a deep breath madara tried to relax. He closed his eyes. Just as he did the door to the room opened and two figures stepped in.
One was of medium height and he wore a lab outfit. His hair was tightly cut so it was short. He face seemed hard and wrinkled. Obviously he was in his late forties. The other was quite obviously a guard. He carried multiple small blades. And an outfit as black as night. His face was covered by a black mask that resembled a gas mask. His eyes weren’t visible under the mask and he had a thin but strong looking black cape. The two of them walked between suke and him. They seemed to be examing them both for some reason.
When they left after a few minutes madara spoke up in a calm whisper to suke. “What is going on? This isn’t a normal kidnapping. Something is going on here.” Suke was panicking. He obviously didn’t have the nerves nor the Intelligence to remember his training. “I-i don’t know... W-we are gonna d-die...” Suke’s voice was shaky and unsure. “Just relax. We’ll figure something out.” Madara sighed and knew suke was still freaking. He obviously couldn’t handle pressure.
After their small conversation the two men came back in. They looked between the two jounin again and smiled thinly. “Well well well. It seems you two are in quite the predicament. Which one of you is madara?” Neither of the two said anything. Madara simply grinned and suke looked even more panicked. “Well if you don’t want to tell us I’ll just torture it out of you.” He let out a small chuckle and looked between them again. “Alright. Let’s start with this one. He looks weaker.”
The man in all black pulled out a cloth that was wrapped. He placed it on the table and rolled it out. It seemed to contain multiple tools. He asked suke if he was madara. When suke didn’t respond, the man puled out a scalpel and tore all of his clothes off with it. As soon as he did he made a deep cut across sukes stomach. The screaming was horrible. Suke was bleeding like mad. Madara closed his eyes tight. But they were forced open by the man in black. It was torture to even watch. Never mind endure.
The man asked him again. However this time he grabbed a saw that looked rusty. Suke was still refusing to answer. So the man kneeled down and began slowly sawing his leg. He went slow the entire time he sawed. Suke continued to scream. He had never felt such pain. When the man finished sawing, suke’s leg fell and bled out on the floor. This was the most horrible thing madara had ever seen. And suke seemed so weak.
The man repeatedly asked suke over and over. Each time he said no there was another deep cut slashed onto his body. The screaming stopped as suke lost his voice. The blood was slowing down. Madara could only watch. However madara didn’t know his binds were weak. S the moments went on the man got more and more impatient. By now he knew suke wasn’t madara. It didn’t stop him though. And finally the man slipped around suke. He used the scalpel and put it to suke’s neck. With a small grin, he looked right into madara’s eyes and pulled it across suke’s neck. Not much blood spewed out as suke died, and his body simply went limp.
Something inside madara snapped and his heart broke. His eyes burned immensely. Blood began to seep out. As the three tomoe sharingan shifted. The tomoes extended and widened. It became connected by streaks of glowing black. The man watched in awe and fear as the sharingan evolved right in front of his eyes. Madara was extremely angry and heartbroken. He managed to pull himself freed of the right restraint and performed a string of one handed handseals. When completed he performed his great fireball jutsu. The entire room exploded into flames. Madara quickly undid the rest of the restraints and pulled out a couple of his kunai. The man in black was trying to put out the fire on his cape and had forgotten about madara. He had grinned. When he closed his eyes as he blinked his sharingan shifted back to it’s normal state. Madara didn’t care to use that power yet. But it was awakened within himself and he knew it was going to be up to him to make it known.
He quickly found an escape route to leave the area. There were no guards. They must have thought nobody would find the area. And they were right. When madara found his way out, he discovered the entrance was hidden inside a hallowed out tree with a door carved from the bark from the same spot from the same tree. It hid perfectly. In this situation madara would grin and leave it open, later calling the ANBU to clear it out. But he felt hollow inside. The loss of his best friend affected him greatly. So he slowly began walking away.
The trip back to his village was long and tiring. He didn’t run or even sleep during the day and a half journey. As he walked back into the village the gate guards looked worried. Not often a jounin comes back alone from a two jounin mission. He was escorted to the hokage’s office to give his report. They looked worried when told about the underground base. There were rumours of genetic experimenting in many secret areas across the five large nations. The mission to check out the murder was suspended under special circumstances and he will go on alone to check it another day.
After he left the office he went back to his apartment building. His manager was surprised to see him back so soon. When he asked about suke he just sighed and glared. He was becoming cold. He decided to not care for anyone but those in his own clan anymore. He would only defend his clan and all others would only get in the way. He finally got the key and walked back up to his apartment. As he walked in it was the same as ever. So he stripped down and climbed into bed. Quickly passing out from exhaustion. For the next months his vivid dreams of suke would soften and go away. He didn’t forget about the guy, but he stopped thinking about him as much. After all, he had gotten stronger from the incident. And it brought the lust for power back. He wanted more. No matter what would happen.
((Word count for MS: 2053))
Rp Sample: (Already given one)
Last edited by Kumori on Tue Feb 07, 2012 5:11 pm; edited 1 time in total
