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I'm the hand that will take you down

It's never-ending, never-ending

Created on 2008-01-30 17:38:06 (#14835332), never updated

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Name:	Uchiha Sasuke
Birthdate:	07-23

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Spinning infinity, boy
~I'm not like the others~

Name: Uchiha Sasuke
Age: 18
Status: Nobility

Personality:

Under the influence of his overlooked childhood and self-sufficient upbringing, Sasuke is, in one word, independent. He has grown to depend on himself alone in all aspects, but has also learned to put his personal views aside when the right situation arises. Because of this fine line that he draws, Sasuke is an effective fighter and, when pushed to it, can be a tactical leader. He is quiet and reserved until the occasion calls for otherwise, creating an accurate depiction of himself as being arrogant, his primary downfall in combat and judgment of others. He tends to come off as rude and self-righteous, a persona caused primarily by his family history and exceptional skills among his age group.

Because of the life that forced him to grow up so quickly, Sasuke’s maturity has left him with a slim sense of humor and almost no tolerance for nonsense. He puts up with people grudgingly and attends only the most necessary of public events or gatherings; he speaks little and then usually only when spoken to.

Although he is expertly suited to his nobility lifestyle, Sasuke holds no particular love for it, finding more pleasure away from the limelight and uncomfortable elegance that once dictated his daylight hours. He would much rather hold a sword than a wineglass, be in the company of comrades than aristocratic associates, and walk along the dirt of the training grounds than a plush rug or a polished marble floor.

His bitter past aside, Sasuke does see himself as a member of his home, and puts his skills to use in whatever his village asks of him. Contrary to his attitude, he harbors a sense of justice, morality, and loyalty – even if most of each is to his family.

Magic:

Sasuke’s primary and most well known ability is the Sharingan that his birth granted him. Despite that his talent for it came naturally, as it does in all born with it, his progress in developing it has been agitating without guidance. Possessing two tomoes in each eye – a sign that his Sharingan is one level below what it could be, the maximum talent that he knows of – he can track quick movements that most can’t, and can even duplicate these techniques himself. Although he can also replicate certain spells, this is also limited, but he prefers to stick by his own techniques most of the time. As his most used technique, he has developed something of a weakness by becoming dependent on it in battle, often counting on it to avoid damage and usually suffering when he overestimates his own ability.

Fire magic is the second most prominent ability of his clan. Used in a variety of ways, he utilizes it primarily as a distraction, giving him time to incorporate the advantage of his next skill:

Speed. Another ability he was gifted with – even among the Uchiha, his rate of movement is exceptional among the norm of those of the name – his speed is often what he depends on the most. Quick to act, react, and move, his body possesses reflexes that are, in proportion, as impressive physically as his sharp mind is mentally.

Last, he has committed a deviation from Uchiha tradition in discovering his second type of magic. Only recently, he discovered that the latter half of his elemental magic lies in the ability to manipulate and generate lightning; but this has gone nowhere fast, as he has lost patience in attempting to learn more than the very basics on his own, which alone has proven difficult without guidance, and he would rather concentrate on his definite strengths than risk wasting time.

History:

As far as the noble class goes, Sasuke’s life was among the best that could be accomplished. Financially stable, politically rooted, respected, envied. He had been born into a life of promise, opportunity, and destined success. He was an Uchiha, blessed with a strong spirit, an able body, and a potential that was the result of years of selective evolution and careful breeding.

So was the common and popular opinion, ever gazing on his surname rather than his first. Sasuke was content with his life, as content as one could be when raised by a hard-working father and a loving mother. Like anyone, he could grow weary of the stiffness that came with his family – manners and show and protocol more often than not – as well as the pressure of those around him – all eyes seemed to be on him, second child though he was, but in a way that was expectant. Not proud. Not yet; he had to earn it. – and, like anyone, he could fall victim to something that not even his complicated history could stamp out of its bloodline.

His brother Itachi was firstborn, successful, and idolized, the last of these by none more so than Sasuke. Itachi spoke right, behaved right, chose right, did everything right – in Sasuke’s eyes he could do nothing wrong except what he did intentionally. Five years his junior, Sasuke had been moving in Itachi’s shadow since birth, ever striving to be just as good as his brother in all that they did. Sasuke loved Itachi, but hated the gap between them; aspired to be just like him, cursing along the way the advantage that five years had given the older child.

Five years – an eternity to Sasuke’s young age and an understandably daunting abyss every time he came to its edge. But his mind was set, and as stubborn and proud and determined as any of his predecessors had been and his descendents could be, he set out with a goal and a purpose. This silent ambition was only fueled by the boys’ father, who more than anyone had worked to set Itachi on a pedestal. Uchiha Itachi: the oldest son predetermined to carry the family reputation into the future, and thus the focus of his father’s time, attention, and effort. Sasuke saw the reasoning, understood it, and even agreed with it. He worked harder.

Sasuke had been trained in the art of magic as early as any user; had, like all the men of his family, a natural talent for it. But what had been acceptable before now had to be excellent. Small flaws were no longer small and timing mistakes were a perilous hazard to perfection.

He took on the challenge of learning his way around a sword, even, years before most started. This consisted primarily of innocent questions followed by rigorous self-teachings in private – the first of which had left him with a cut hand and a bloodstained shirt that he’d had to dispose of to avoid worrying his mother.

Ambition bordered on obsession.

This process went on for years. Sasuke progressed under his father’s apparent indifference, his mother’s gentle comforts, Itachi’s occasional encouragement, and his family’s capacity for greatness. There was nothing stopping him except his own limits, but these were breached too often to be referred to as obstacles; they were setbacks, rather, a broken wheel here or an injury there.

Tragedy, however, and the loss of self that can accompany it are each a different type of opposition entirely. When blended, their potency is thicker than the blood that may or may not have been spilled to produce it.

It was a warm summer night when Sasuke returned to his silent home, lights out and the front door unlocked. The maids were gone, the household still and empty – until Sasuke’s search finally led him to his parents’ bedroom. The double doors had been shut, strangely, and as he pushed them open, his eyes had flown to the dark streak at his feet, out of place against the white rug. (That had been the most frequently reoccurring sight in his nightmares afterward: that thin, steady stream of blood trickling its way down the carpet – the oldest maid, his favorite, a motherly old woman, had always complained that the floor was slightly slanted, but no one else had seen it – and stopping right in front of him.) Sasuke had raised his eyes, following the stream, before he could stop himself. What happened then is still, to this day, so painfully clear when he thinks back.

Itachi. Hovering over his parents’ bodies as casually as the shadows that did the same. Sasuke, crying. Screaming. Yelling. Demanding what had happened and then, as the cold truth seeped in, why Itachi had done it. No answer. None that came close to justifying his actions, anyway. Nothing worth committing to memory. And then just like that, Itachi was gone and Sasuke alone, the sole heir of a dead and fallen legacy.

Shortly after his brother’s betrayal, Sasuke made a vow that would bring an irrevocable change to his life – he swore to dedicate his existence to tracking Itachi down. He has no greater desire than to find Itachi and kill him, exacting his right to revenge – for that was why he was left alive. Sasuke’s ambition of old still exists: catch up to Itachi. Surpass him. The promise to execute him is new, but solid. He will settle for nothing less.

Despite his parents’ deaths and Itachi’s desertion, Sasuke has maintained his expected lifestyle. The master of his late father’s estate, he was forced to mature rather quickly when life didn’t pause with his family’s murder, living on his own and still pushing himself to the expectations of his village – and beyond, for the sake of his goal. He was officially dubbed an initiate at the age of thirteen – still behind Itachi – and once the Sharingan manifested at the age of fourteen – an embarrassingly late time that he’ll never admit to – he took to his own private training, stubborn with the idea that no one else can – or deserves to – teach him the dwindling special art of his family.

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