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Name: TAKAHARA UZUMAKI-SENJU
Age: 19
Ethnicity: Soranaar and Konohakara - Germanic and Asian
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 201LBs
Alignment: Lawful Good
Culture: Konohakara
Religion: Hakan and Tamei, Earth and Moon
Sexuality: Bisexual - leans towards men
Family: Ancestors: Christian Uzumaki (supposedly) - in reality, Shinsei Karnata and Meiko Senju
Siblings: Mako Senju (17), Meiko Senju (17), Keisuke Senju (14)
Parents: Junko Uzumaki (39) (Alive), Yonderu Senju (43) (Dead)
Social Class: Upper-Middle
Relationship: None
Theme Song: Vers
Battle Theme(s): Kill
Quote: "The will of fire will sear through injustice."
Ancestral Information: While allegedly the descendant of Christian Uzumaki and Meiko Senju, born from the union of the Senju and Uzumaki clans, the familial line that Takahara spawned from is one seething in intrigue and misfortune.
In truth, Christian Uzumaki died childless and his marriage to Meiko was one of alliance rather than love. It was not Christian who gave Meiko his child, but the Shogun of the Land of Fire, Shinsei Karnata (called Kleine among Soranaar). The great warlord, who had by then conquered much of the known world, saw the need to create an heir and was pressured to do so by his council. The Shogun beckoned the great Senju Clan to Bai Don, the Palace of Hi no Kuni, and bargained for the virginity of Meiko Senju, the firstborn daughter of the Lord of the Clan. When the Lord refused, Shinsei struck a great deal of the Clan dead and took the woman as his prisoner. He impregnated her, though kept silent about the union, wondering if a better partner could be found - and more willingly - to create the next generation of the Fire Country's leadership.
During her imprisonment, Christian Uzumaki had been commissioned by Shinsei to herald the merging of Uzushiogakure - the Land of Whirlpools - with Hi no Kuni, further expanding the Empire. He managed to succeed and therefore protect his people, though he remained staunchly opposed to Shinsei. In his time working as a diplomat within Bai Don, he collaborated with Meiko Senju to obtain her freedom. Christian continued to work under Shinsei for nearly a decade, and at one point even became the Shogun's alleged lover and served as the Daimyo of Uzushio no Kuni. It is unknown to this day whether or not Christian served Shinsei merely to manipulate him or whether or not he truly held some form of loyalty to the Shogun. However, what is known to some small number of Senju and Uzumaki is that Christian did in fact manage to convince the Shogun to release Meiko and announce his children with her as Christian's, forging the bond between Senju and Uzumaki, though built upon a lie.
Eventually, Shinsei discovered a great well of power during expeditions of the Western Lands, something unknown to the natives yet evident to the shinobi by means of their connection to chakra and spiritual energy. This great store of energy, known only now as the Heart of an Old God, became utilized by the Shogun to conquer all of the Western Kingdoms in Hi no Kuni's path. The store of power, initially used as an amplifier of the Shogun's energy, had eventually formed sentience during the long meld between it and its wielder. Shinsei grew maddened by whispers that compelled him to dark things; darker than what he'd already done. As a man who forged an Empire based on fear, blood, order and punishment, one can only imagine what great darkness could form when such an individual was further worsened and sent deeper into malevolence. The collapse of the Karna Empire - Shinsei's Empire - came shortly after a period of violence and cruelty unseen before in history. Christian partook in the deposition of the Shogun, the fragmenting of the Empire and ultimately the death of Shinsei, an event immortalized to this day.
And, as the descendants of this hated ruler, Christian concealed the identity of Takahara's ancestors and called them his own children. Only a few Uzumaki and Senju know that much of their current Clan rulership descends from their greatest adversary, and they choose to remain silent or be damned by this dark past.
Background Info:
xxBack Then: Ten Years Ago
Will I be strong like great-grandfather? He asked himself, staring at the wooden coffin that they had begun to settle into the ground. The Senju was still a young child, a boy of nine, but just now he'd experienced the first death within his family. His great-grandfather, after almost a hundred years of digging and digging, had met the end of his excavation. Maybe, he theorized, all of his focus on being strong for others made him forget to be strong for himself. For so long, everyone watched him grow sickly and weak, wheezes frequenting more than words. Gags and heavy breath coming where words of endearment used to come for his children. It was a sad day to see that his struggle had ended, though a happy one to know that he was in a better place. Or at least everyone else seemed to think he'd went to a better place. The old witch said that when people died, they went to Mū, or nothingness. Even at this early age, he'd begun to notice that everyone was more aware of that reality than they assumed. Otherwise, they wouldn't be so afraid of the life after life.
"Come come, little Takahara," His grandmother pulled him away. She was always the type to revel in joy and festivity in her peers, so this dreadful funeral business was the opposite of her forte. Not to mention, things were very tense here. They'd taken the old man all the way back to Konoha, so that he could die where he was born. It was mutually agreed on; the main branch wouldn't be so unkind to their offspring. But the children seemed to be so spiteful to their mothers and fathers, as if they were to blame for their being stuck in mist, away from the ancestral homeland. The funny thing was, great-grandaddy was the reason the people split apart. Did that mean with him gone, they could come back together again? "Grandma," He pulled on her skirt. "This is really strange for a funeral, you know? Everyone's supposed to be sad, but they all look so..." Relieved. He didn't even know the word, because his whole life was spent circling around ninjutsu; power. Words that normal children of his age knew, didn't come so easy to him.
"They're just trying to hide their sadness, Hara-hara." She lied, but what could she really say? Her father wasn't a disease. The people joined his migration to mist because they believed in him. He was a great man. They just missed the rest of their people, the cousins and neighbors they never got to have. The elders, especially, had regretted leaving as young adults to join the old sage. It was a childish decision that made a permanent rift in the Senju clan. "But there is no reason to be sad. Care for him and love him like you always have. In truth, there's no difference between life and death. What changes is what you're aware of. He'll be enlightened to a million new things, and find his place in the universe. That doesn't sound so bad, right?" She smiled brightly, and took both of his hands. He looked down, and backpedaled a bit until his back met the stone bench. "I guess that doesn't sound so bad..." He admitted. It'd be nice if he could make peace with the universe. It seemed like a powerful and wise friend to have.
"Have you been liking Konohagakure so far?" She took a seat next to him, and palmed through his silky hair. He kicked his feet as he thought of an answer. He definitely liked it, just didn't know how to start vocalizing it! "Yeah! The statue faces are awesome! There are so many other Senju and they've taught me some neat tricks, too! Baku showed me how to pull stumps out of the earth, although somehow mine ended up a lot bigger than his. We even got to lie down on mine and his mom read us both a story. It was about the founding of the village, and the will of fire. The Senju are really respected here, aren't they? They're loved, unlike back in Kiri. They're like the village's family. I..." He stopped, and went quiet. The boy hadn't really decided on anything, but he'd learned and experienced so much here that he wanted to stay forever. "The Senju's relationship with Konoha is beautiful, Takahara. The hidden leaf has grown on the tree of our brethren, fallen to ground when it was ready to leave us. We helped to build this great nation, and in return, we are loved. It's love that makes the Senju so strong, so that is why we are our greatest here. My wish is that we can all return to our roots."
His grandmother, too, had regrets. She wished that she'd made the choice when she still had it to come live in Konoha forever. A Senju could never be made to belong away from their home. They all had that same longing. "You want to come live here, don't you?" She could read him only because she was in his shoes once. Takahara was much like herself when she was younger. And to her, that only made it seem like a second chance; a redemption. "I think so, but... dad and mom. And you. I know you're all really sad right now, so I don't want to disappear too." He frowned, but her gentle fingers washed away the sadness from his cheeks, and her smile brought light and reassurance into his spirit. "Don't be afraid to pursue your own path, Takahara. Your father and mother only want what's best for you. It is not in their place to demand anything more. You're your own person, and one day you'll be the finest man in the whole world. I believe that you can become a hero of peace and harmony if you are allowed to grow in Konohagakure." As if to give him a mission, she took her thumb and rubbed it against his forehead. It was her blessing to do the best that he could.
"Grandma," He called her quietly. "Yes?" The old woman asked. Takahara brought his hand into a fist, and brought it in front of his face. His teeth turned into a great grin, and he spoke to her his dream: "I'm going to become Hokage, and save the world. Then mom and dad and all of you can come back home where you belong. You've gotta keep them happy and healthy while I'm gone. Maybe get mom to have another baby so she can feel less lonely. Okay?" The old woman's whole spirit was lifted up, and she became more excited than she had in years. Takahara was the sweetest and most considerate person she knew, and it was going to be hard to let him go. But she loved him, and that love could fill the gap he'd leave behind. "Okay, Takahara! You've got a deal!"
xxWith Love: Five Years Ago
He felt so jaded. Even as he came back to his origins, he saw nothing here of excitement. There were tombstones running up to their estate, all of the lost Senju who'd been forced to fill the gap of great-grandfather. The people here were weaker and lesser in number than the Senju in Konohagakure, and yet they were to be his family. On his journey back to this place, he thought alot on what he did in that far away city. With no one to give him direction, he spent most of his time just playing with the other children and getting himself into the sort of trouble that got him sent away. What was all of that really for? He'd left a great gap between he and his family, and they'd probably never consider him the same. "Takahara!" A bizarre voice called. He didn't know it, but apparently it knew him. It was a pale, tall guy, his age. The clan symbol screamed Uchiha, and it was. Oh, Yuusuke. "Long time no see! I heard you moved to Konoha! Are you going up to your clan estate?" He was surprisingly more bubbly than usual. Takahara was usually the one screaming and nagging, with Yuusuke being the one telling him to pipe down. Maybe this was just surprisingly more cheery than the sort of interaction he'd faced at Konohagakure.
"You heard right. But yeah, I'm going home. Mom and dad really want to see me. Gotta go make sure I don't keep them waiting, right? Bye-bye." Cold. His voice was dead and completely frosted. In that one instant between the last word and the moment his lips shut, Yuusuke immediately could feel it all. Takahara wasn't the same cheery kid. Now he was a jerk. The Uchiha moved aside, and let him go on his way. Maybe Mikoto and Ping could cheer him up more than a lousy old guy friend. They'd become quite the paramours anyway, so they could at least bring him excitement in other ways. Maybe.
The teenager continued up the hill, until he came across the "Senju Estate" sign. It was ironically on the opposite side of the Uchiha, as if they were supposed to be in a war of balance; maybe the victor would be decided depending on their quantity of mahogany. Not surprisingly, at the gate, there was no one of excitement. The shinobi guarding the entrance silently let him pass, signaling the start of his brutal reunion. He continued all the way up the compound and didn't manage to see his family until he'd come into his parents room. They were arguing, with a screaming toddler pulling on his mother's dress. He made sure that neither of them noticed he'd even slipped by, because he didn't want to ruin their precious familial bonding. Part of him regretted recommending that his mother had a new child. Whoever that child was, he knew it'd be way more special to them than him. They'd probably forget that he was even here or that he ever left. From the looks of it, they already did.
The one person he wanted to see right now was his grandmother. He heard that she was the new Elder of the clan, as her husband had passed away two years before. She wrote to him often, and never before had he received such a rotten feeling as he did when he saw the words on that informer; his grandmother trying to pretend she wasn't totally broken and in grief. She once again reminded him of the life after life, but the second time he didn't believe it so well. He was already old enough and smart enough to not trust in ideas that were bred from the desire of the heart. His grandmother had many desires still there before she'd eventually pass on too, and rightfully so. She'd lived such a hard fought life, constantly struggling between reality and the mistakes of the past.
When he came across her room, he couldn't help but open the door. It was there that he first saw her face again, weak and sickly like the face of great-grandfather. If she had already come to that point, then she'd probably join them all in Mū soon. That was a shame, because then he'd really be completely alone in the world. "Takahara..." Her voice was weak, and sad. He could see that, and because of that, all of the guilt and desperation from the last few years returned freshly to his mind. The Senju saw their mutual past too, images of his grandmother pushing his swing. Words from her lips, both of wisdom and sincerity. He remembered how much he needed her, and how much he loved her. With all of these images flashing in his head, he could still manage to see her clearly. Sick, sad, dying. His heart wept for the years they could've spent together, lost. He felt like this was the last time he'd ever get to see her. "Grandma..." His voice was broken, his eyes flowing with tears. "I missed you so much. I really, really, really missed you. I'm so sorry that I left for so long." He ran over to hug her, although he made sure to be cautious, as she felt so frail. It felt like there was nothing separating him from her bones, and that was painful and tormenting to him.
"I've missed you too, Hara-Hara. But you know, I've always been thinking about you, and monitoring you. Trying to protect you. I've still gotten to watch you grow, even if from afar." She smiled, and even with her weak bones, still wrapped him in a strong and dependable embrace. It was like when he was young. "For a grandmother, the greatest joy is watching the future generation thrive. I can already see that you've still got a heart full of love. Just remember how important that is. We are all born from love, and it is love that creates new life. The Senju know this the best, and it is our main source of power, just like I told you when you were little. I love you, Takahara. That's what kept me alive through all of this..." A tear slid down her face, "Decay. I knew that when you came back, I'd have to guide you for a little while longer before I could go." She was so right there, she didn't even know. He needed guidance now more than ever. The past five years, for him, had been spent in grief. It was a life that made him wish for the life after.
But like her, his desire to reconnect with his loved ones kept him going. It was a simple principal, although hard to recognize in this sort of world. You will only ever love a few people in your life. The ones you do love, you often forget to appreciate that bond as you go through hardships and discover situations to mitigate your gratefulness. "I'll keep going on and growing strong," he told her. "So you have to make sure to do that too, okay? For years and years. For another lifetime. We all need you and love you, especially me. I don't know what I'd do if you were to leave me too..." He was so anguished, and so was she. It was hard to fight death; you could only hope to stick out for as long as possible before the shinigami's cold blade pierced through.
"Okay, Takahara," She started, just like last time. "You've got a deal." For that one second, he felt like he could redo it all again. He could do it right, with just those words.
xxShinigami: Two Years Ago
The water flowing down his body was mixed with salt and tears. His palm was pressed against the wall, and his face was looking down at the drain, sending his grief off to worlds away. He could barely breathe, the pain taking the air from his lungs. He remembered everything all over again, just like when he first saw her face. This time, though, his memories didn't come back because of a reunion, but a departure. He still couldn't believe it -- in that room, her dead body. He saw it, and everyone panicked, and he just couldn't think straight. He'd become a Chuunin just a week ago. All of the duty and excitement made him forget his self-imposed obligation; to keep his eye on his grandmother. He told himself that he'd know when her time would come, so that they could have one final talk. So that she could send him off with beautiful honeyed words and he could remember and live by them forever. But instead, just as he returned from a mission, all he saw was the cold, dead corpse of a warm, lively woman.
He was absolutely crushed. "Takahara! Please, open the door! You've been in here for like, four hours! I've gotta pee!" His mom. The last person he needed to talk to right now. He just ignored her. If he made her wait long enough, she'd just go bring her new baby to one of her friends houses and go flush her guts down their toilet. He couldn't give a damn about anything or anyone else in the world right now. Grandma... he repeated to himself. He must've chanted that title of hers a million times since she'd died. It wouldn't bring her back, but it brought back different aspects of her. If he could just reunite them all, she could live on in his memory. He could keep her alive through love, like the ancient Senju always did. It was this idea that brought about the Will of Fire, which brought honor to the ancestors. His grandmother needed so much honor with all that she'd done for their family. She'd get all of it, even if he was the only one who'd be trying to provide it. When you lost the only one thing you had, you had a choice to either move on or dedicate yourself to the cause of that one thing.
His grandmother told them all to return Senpou Mokuton. To save the family. And she told him to become the greatest man to ever live. He couldn't do that if he was just going to sit around and cry all day. Really. He'd been doing this for four hours.
He got out of the shower, wrinkled as a prune and content with wasting half of the nation's water supply on his sob fest. That probably wasn't even done with, but he could take a break for a while. He had to at least try and pretend to be strong like his great-grandfather. He recalled that being a wish from when he was very young, and although he knew he might never reach that level, he damn well had to try. He had such a short life for everything he'd been entrusted with. Four hour crying breaks could at least be done with some sit-ups and chakra training, right? "Taka," He heard a voice at the door. Yuusuke, his best friend. He'd at least wrapped a towel around his waist, so he opened up and revealed his face. Takahara wasn't as pretty as usual, but he wasn't in the business of beauty at the moment. "Hi." He didn't say anything else. The Uchiha put a hand on his shoulder, though it was a bit wet so his palm slid down and off into the air. "I heard what happened to your grandmother, Hara. Your little brother sent me here to talk to you. He's really worried about you." Little brother? Sometimes he forgot he had one.
"Don't worry, it's not bothering me as much as you guys think. I'll persevere." He lied. He always lied to try and seem stronger than he was. He moved Yuusuke aside to grab some clothes, then slipped them on with his back turned to the Uchiha. He was still fairly drenched, but at least he didn't look like he was about to engage in erotica. "You know, I don't believe that. I think that you won't persevere unless someone's there to give you courage. I'm not as dumb as you think I am, Takahara. I know your grandma meant everything to you. But she's gone now. You've gotta be str--" He stopped, and you'd be surprised as to why. He was grabbed by a giant root, and then thrown into the hamper. Takahara continued to walk down the exit hall from the bathroom, as if he didn't do anything. It was a petty reaction, but it wouldn't aggravate Yuusuke like he wanted it to. Instead, he'd stand up and keep trying. He was going to show him that he was a real friend.
"I love you like a brother, Takahara. You know that my dad died a few months ago, and since then you've been my only friend. Like you, I've been hurt, and am still hurting. But I knew that I could only get better if I trusted someone to take the load off for me. You've been a great friend, and I want to be a great friend too. We can survive in this mess if we work together." He offered his hand to him, and while he was reluctant to accept, the vision of him standing there and being rejected when all he wanted was to help... that hurt him too much. He turned back and accepted his hand, which led into a hug. Fast forward several hours, and somehow, they were on a journey back to Konohagakure.
xxPresent Day. Present Time. Narrative.
Yuusuke and Takahara said their goodbyes to Ping and Mikoto, as well as to what remained of their family. Both of them wanted to reconnect with their roots; the ancestral homes of the Uchiha and Senju. Takahara was reluctant, as he'd already been rejected by his family across the sea. Yuusuke, on the other hand, had never experienced something like this before. He was extremely excited to discover his heritage, and along the way he drifted from Takahara. They stopped talking after a while, but not because of Taka; he always tried very hard to keep together. They came with the intention of being each others leverage, but with new and exciting things, the Senju lost his relevance in the young man's life. This revelation was a heartbreak and a disappointment, and yet he had taught himself not to be saddened over this loss.
A year after they arrived, he was informed that Yuusuke was killed on a mission, as he tried to sacrifice one of his friends to awaken the mangekyou. Apparently he succeeded in killing them, but the next level of his eyes did not unlock, and so he was defenseless against the other Uchiha who had become aware of this betrayal. Takahara believed that maybe, at least as a last gesture, his spirit told him that the Senju was his best friend, not that fake. Maybe Yuusuke knew that, but he could never bring himself to hurt the guy who'd made his life worth living. The whole affair of his death made the Senju extremely conflicted, and it was apparent that he was facing a mid-life crisis. He was lost on who he was or what he wanted, and who was still there for him. With few friends and little ground, he felt like he wanted to go back home. But he could still train and grow here. Plus, he could never reveal this tragedy to the family waiting for Yuu to come back, and to Mikoto and Ping.
The more he continued on, the harder it became to handle the weight of the last year. He'd lost his two dearest people, and once again, was completely lost. It was at this strange moment of contemplation that the Elder of the Senju came to Takahara's quarters, noticing his saddened complexion and his lost grasp on life. He reminded him of the beauties of life, and how even in the darkest moment, you could still see a glimmer of light. He vowed to show the young Senju a new hope for his life, and introduced him to many friends and close cousins that could help him come back together. It took months of time to heal, but he did learn to be a part of a family again. Under an oak tree, he buried his memories of Yuusuke; some old rags he'd left with him, a poem, and a golden locket he'd given him when they first got to Konoha. He finally let that part of his life go, and his calmed mind reflected a calmed body.
He shortly after became Jounin. It was at this moment where, in the midst of his spiritual enlightenment, his growth was truly tested. With Konoha failing as a city and Hi no Kuni declining as a nation, his family planted a seed; a new Compound in Otogakure, with Takahara as one of its wardens and protectors.
Other Info
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Strength: Medical power and ninjutsu diversity
Weakness: Diverse; few solid weaknesses, but few exemplary strengths
Rank: Jounin
Class: Medical
Bloodline: Senju - Ninjutsu Path
Clan: Anokai
Implant: N/A
Chakra: 250
Speed Rank: 5
Strength Rank: 7
Missions Complete:
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A 0
B 0
C 0
D 0
E 0
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XXXXXXXJutsu List:
Ninjutsu
- ↬ Universal
a c a d e m y
- All universal learned
g e n i n
- All universal learned
c h u u n i n
- All universal learned
j o u n i n
s a n n i n
- ↬ Senju: Mokuton
a c a d e m y
- All Senju learned
g e n i n
- All Senju learned
c h u u n i n
- All Senju learned
j o u n i n
- All Senju learned
s a n n i n
- ↬ Anokai
a c a d e m y
- All Anokai learned
g e n i n
- All Anokai learned
c h u u n i n
- All Anokai learned
j o u n i n
- All Anokai learned
s a n n i n
- ↬ Earth
a c a d e m y
- All Earth learned
g e n i n
- All Earth learned
c h u u n i n
- All Earth learned
j o u n i n
- All Earth learned
s a n n i n
- ↬ Water
a c a d e m y
- All Water learned
g e n i n
- All Water learned
c h u u n i n
- All Water learned
j o u n i n
- All Water learned
s a n n i n
- ↬ Wind
a c a d e m y
- All Wind learned
g e n i n
- All Wind learned
c h u u n i n
- All Wind learned
j o u n i n
- All Wind learned
s a n n i n
- ↬ Medical
a c a d e m y
- All Medical learned
g e n i n
- All Medical learned
c h u u n i n
- All Medical learned
j o u n i n
- All Medical learned
s a n n i n
- Genjutsu
- ↬ Base
a c a d e m y
g e n i n
- Kai (Release)
c h u u n i n
j o u n i n
s a n n i n
STYLES
Eternal Style of the Broken Sword - up to Jounin
