1 Depressing Serpent (Open) Mon May 11, 2015 9:38 pm
Ken_Harada
D-rank
He eventually gets the present and gives it to his sister. As much as she wanted to celebrate the day, there was a problem . . . as they headed back outside Konaha, they left to see the sky blacken as their home burnt away. Ken's mother ran towards them screaming about a group of Ronin attacking the once-peaceful home, genjutsu having plagued her mind into fear as the blades plunged through her back, the ronin were determined to pillage the home until their search for the boy ended . . . Hiding in the trees, his sister was taken.
Ken witnessed his older sister break down, but not give away Ken's position. They gouged her eyes out and then impaled her on several pikes right before his own home. The Ronin searched long into the night. The blue sky became completely enveloped in a blanket of total darkness as a fierce inferno engulfs the trees, his home, burning the surrounding down to the ground. Ken was unable to do anything, but listen to the shrill cries of his father and anyone that came to help, desperately trying to defend themselves against the masked men.
The terrified young Orochi returned to his home after the fires had stopped, but not a soul can be found- only destruction. He wanders to his home, and is heart-broken to find the corpse of his father, and begins to cry. That was the beginning of Harada Orochi, or rather, the path to the shinobi he would become.
A little late to have graduated, but he had stalled for a long time, training his body and mind into a perfect state of harmony, having given up his emotions to the way of life he had adopted. Given away his ability to feel any form of pain to the power he wished to obtain. Nonetheless, Harada Orochi had been born. A little late to the graduation . . . 17 years old, five years older than the average genin upon graduation, but he was almost four times as smart as one.
All those years training his life away, never giving a second thought to those that ridiculed him because of his unappealing snake-like visage, those slanted eyes and slashed irises, surrounded by a yellow and green glow. . . . His eyes were practically painted purple, if you would call his natural skin color around his eyes 'paint'. He stood at 6'0" sporting a rather lanky build, his clothing was uncommon for citizens of Konaha, and his appearance was already intimidating as it is now.
To set the scene, the buildings were in rather great shape, two story buildings all around designed in the oriental way that most of the world was like. Ken himself had lived in the second story apartment that he was given by the Jounin that found him, a safe house of sorts that they used to check up on his progress as a shinobi in training until graduation, or rather, until they all died. Ken stood at the exit of Konaha, staring up at the massive gate walls with malice in his eyes . . .sort of standing there like a dead bug really.