Basic Information:

Name: Kaisen Atama
Secondary Title:
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: Atama is somewhat tall for his age standing at 160cm (5’3”) and weighing 52kg (114lbs), which is a relatively standard weight for his height. Atama has a kind, warm face which exudes trust, honesty, and friendship; the appearance making it easy for people to talk to him. Atama keeps his blonde hair relatively short, going just below the ear, while his bangs are kept loose in front of his face, separated only to allow his greenish-grey eyes, that seem to peer into the soul, to see uncovered. His hair may be kept short, but it is allowed the freedom of movement and so it tends to swoosh back and forth with his bodies movement, almost rhythmically. As for clothing, Atama prefers to wear the traditional ninja uniform, minus the flak jacket for Chuunin+, which allows him to blend in with a group better as he does not stand out. As a second note to his outfit, the other reason he chooses to wear standard clothes is that when he uses his kekkei genkai his clothes change to that of the person he is copying, so to him there is no need to have any special clothes of his own. Though it is unknown to all but a very select few, Atama’s characteristics have been slowly bred into his clan for their ability to gain trust of others while allowing them to blend affectively into a crowd, even without the use of their kekkei genkai, making them naturally adept spies and assassins.
Personality: Atama tends to be a very solitary person, prone to being found walking down a street with fully enwrapped in whatever he is thinking that moment or laying out on the grass with a thick, small print book. Growing up in the Land of Water with his small family he became accustomed to being alone or with his twin brother. There is a tendency for Atama to get so stuck in a book that he won’t put it down until it is done, barely stopping just long enough to eat and drink. For him though the book isn’t just a book, he becomes the characters and through them experiences what they experience, sadly this is a side effect of his kekkei genkai. Unknown to anyone but members of the Kedouin clan, is that the vast majority of the clan members over the last couple generations have developed serious mental instability, especially in the area of multiple personality disorders and the like. This issue comes out of the fact that members of his clan can almost literally become another person through their kekkei genkai. Atama is constantly aware of this as he goes through his everyday life, it is a weight on his heart that he cannot rid himself of.

That being said Atama also enjoys spending times with close friends, them serving as an anchor for his own personality has crossed his mind as one reason. When with friends he usually is the most indecisive of the bunch as he usually cannot decide what it is he wants to do and what his friends might want to do. Due to this he tends not to be the group leader in friendly situations, but when he does get his mind set on a certain activity he will do almost anything to convince others that it is the way to go. When it comes to convincing others it really isn’t that hard for Atama, his honest looks combined with his natural ability to sway others makes for a potent combination. He maintains a relatively care-free happy exterior when with friends, teachers, and teammates and almost never lets his emotions get the best of him. But there is always that hint of insanity just waiting to creep out at him like all his other family members but at the moment it usually only manifests as random laughing and extremely odd statements or cravings.

Catch Phrase:
“Take a look in the mirror"
"Anybody want a peanut?”
"I am you, I am me, I am everyone I will ever meet"

Clan Information:

Clan Name: Kedouin
Clan Location: Land of Water
Kekkei Genkai: Hensen
Link to Clan:https://ultimateshinobi.darkbb.com/approved-clans-f18/kedouin-clan-complete-t1009.htm

Rank Information:

Rank: Genin
Village Affiliation: Kirigakure no sato

Special Information:

Character Speciality:
Main: Ninjutsu
Sub: Fuuinjutsu
Elemental Affinity:
Main: Raiton
Sub: Suiton
Special Characteristics:
Believed Dead
Despite being very much alive, the character is believed to be dead. Perhaps he disappeared outside the walls of the village and was proclaimed devoured by demons or ghouls. He may have feigned his own death at great difficulty and expense. He could have even been the victim of a conspiracy that sought to erase his existence. Whatever the case, the world at large believes the character to be dead.

Slipping Mentality
Despite his best efforts to the contrary, Atama’s kekkei genkai and family history gives him a huge potential to suffer from psychological disorders such as multiple personality syndromes, schizophrenia, and bi-polarism. Currently he is only in the extremely early stages, but as he continues to grow and use his kekkei genkai more he will continue to slip with each new personality and life that he takes on.

Nondescript
The character is naturally difficult to pick out of a crowd. Those who meet him in person are seldom left with a strong impression. If someone bothers to get his name, they soon forget it. The character must go to outlandish extremes or commit spectacular acts to be remembered.


Background Information

History:
Birth Arc

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Childhood Arc

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Academy Arc

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Role-Play Sample:
(From a character on another site)
The morning light crept through the window of the room, a golden ray getting wider as it approached the opposite wall. Though the house seemed clean dust mites could be seen floating in the beam of light that had illuminated the rest of the room. The room was small and plain, the only furnishings were two bed mats that were at this moment occupied with one sleeping child and another who was just waking up. Hibiki’s eyes opened to a forest of tangled black hair hanging over the side of his face, clearly he had been tossing as he did every night. Sleep had always been rough on him, though he could never remember exactly what happened during his sleeping hours, the same dream had haunted him as far back as he could recall. This night had been even worse on him, however, the anxious energy had been about him all night and had limited his ability to get a good night sleep. Shifting his right arm from underneath the light-blue blanket covering him hibiki brushed his hair, slightly longer than shoulder length, from his eyes to take in the bright light entering the room. I thought I would feel different today he thought to himself I still feel like a child, but today I go to the academy…Today I Go To The Academy!

Hibiki rolled from his left side where he usually lay, using his right arm to throw off the blanket that had grown damp in the night from his sweat. As he did this the light caught his arm and his eyes shifted to the birthmark that had given him his name Kohaku…what have you done to me? he asked inside his head while examining the bubble pattern that ran from the back of his hand, up his entire arm to “fizzle” out as it approached his neck, once his eyes had reached the farthest up his arm they could go his left hand came up and ran along the similar birthmark that ran from one cheek to the other across his nose.

A nearly silent rustle to his left made his ears twitch and then the giggle gave away what had transpired while he sat there enrapt in his own mind. “Masaru…” that was his younger brothers name, the younger brother who Hibiki knew was preparing to jump from his sheets, a fact that wrestled the last ounces of sleep from his mind and caused his lips to furl in a slight smile. Consciously moving his right arm to the side of his mat, doing his best to keep the rest of his body still, Hibiki slowly slid his prosthetic that he wore on his left leg as far away from himself as his arm could reach. No sooner had he extended his arm to its fullest potential, locking the elbow in the process, did his brother toss off his matching light-blue blanket “ACADEMY!!” while launching his small frame across the 4 foot gap that separated their beds He always was a good jumper Hibiki said to himself as his brothers body connected with his sending them both sprawling across the floor in laughter…barely missing the prosthetic that Hibiki’s head now thanked his arm for moving. They each giggled and laughed as they wrestled and tickled and pulled hair in a way that was gentle, playful, and rough all at the same time.

Several minutes passed before the two of them finally disentangled themselves, mostly because they both could hear the stamping of sock covered feet that heralded the arrival of their mother. The sliding door that made up half a wall to their room opened abruptly “Hibiki! Masaru! Your father is asleep!” their mother whispered in a way that carried as much a threat as if she had actually been yelling. She was taller than Hibiki, standing roughly 5’4”, but she had the same long black hair as he and his brother, except that hers had two braids hanging from her temples. When I graduate I’ll be allowed to sign the summoning contract, I’ll be considered an adult, and I’ll be able to braid my hair like that Hibiki thought to himself as he took in the braids of his mother’s hair.

“…oh you two, seeing as you are up you can help me with some chores before Hibiki goes to the academy. Now get dressed and stop playing around” closing the door was their mother’s final act of authority, now they had to obey, not only was she their mother but she was the branch family head, a potent combination. Pushing his brother off of him, Hibiki turned and now realized how fortunate he was that he had the foresight to move his prosthetic as far away as possible, it was roughly two inches from his head, any closer and he might have had a large bump on his head for the first day of the Academy.

After sliding on his prosthetic and fastening it with its special clamping mechanism Hibiki went about putting on the rest of his clothes that lay neatly folded along the window sill. First things first he put on his dark blue sleeveless shirt that would have been tight on anyone taller than his 4’10” and then he slid is modified gray, pleated hakama and tied the small strings that would hold it on loosely till he put on his obi. Folded and held down by a small hilt-less tanto was a dark-red obi with a bone-white bubble pattern running through the center, Hibiki reverently moved the tanto and picked up the obi, wrapping it around his waist and securing it with the proper not. Next he picked up the tanto that his father had given him the first time he had killed his own chicken and slid it in between his hakama and obi so that it sat just bellow his belly-button. Eyeing his jacket, hibiki first gathered up his hair in his hands and quickly wrapped it and tied it with a blue string into the proper topknot that was customary among his family. Lastly, he put on the gray bubble patterned hoodie and then grabbed the two tabi socks, putting them in the right hand pocket of his jacket.

Having finished his chores Hibiki put on his tabi and black sandals that had been sitting by the main door. He has already said goodbye to his family, his father had only woken up after the chores had been finished, a move that Hibiki reminded himself to try sometime...

Arriving early, something that was very hard for Hibiki not to do, he chose a seat farthest from the door as possible and in the third row. This is close enough to the front that the teacher will be able to see my face he assured himself. He never liked sitting too close to the door, if someone came barging in with violence on their mind he might not get enough time to figure out the best response. After 15 minutes of waiting patiently, spending his time equally between looking at his hands and watching for the sensei to enter, the person who could only be his sensei came in fast and wrote a name on the board Konbatto…Kan Hibiki red as the sensei was writing.

“Alright, maggots! My name is Konbatto, Kan, but you can call me Professor Kan, or Professor Konbatto, I really don’t give a damn! Now, you shall all start by introducing yourselves, I know it is your first day, but if any of you is ever late, I’LL NAIL YOUR FUCKING FINGERS TO THE WALL!” the sensei exclaimed in what Hibiki thought was violent and tough. The yelling had scared Hibiki slightly, but at the same time he found the way his sensei was acting would suit him perfectly, he had always liked the proper military fashion. Soon after a fellow student stood up and announced himself “I am Bond Yagami, your student, and if you don’t like it I, too, could care less” . Hibiki was a little put off by the attitude the student had taken with the sensei and he glanced at the back side of the students head before standing himself and announcing his presence to the sensei.

“I am Kikani Hibiki, also known as Kohaku no Hibiki among my elders and the first born of Kikani Ren, Branch family leader of the Kikani clan…I’ll never be late if I can help it”. He smiled widely, revealing all but his bottom teeth, and making his blue eyes squint as his cheeks pushed them up from the smile Maybe I shouldn’t have said that last part… he thought to himself.