Faction of Origin:
Keitaro is an extremely thin and lanky male with long shaggy blonde hair that drapes across his face. He wears a loose fitting long sleeve shirt and typical shinobi pants. His forehead protector is worn around his right ankle.
Keitaro was never like other kids growing up. From an extremly young age he showed incredible prowess in the field of Ninjutsu. His parents were so very proud of him. They would tell their friends about their son, the genius. He was always compared to the other kids of other parents. He was so much more special than them, so much more talented. He was better than them as a rite of birth. He was better than them because fate told him that he was. He was better than the other kids without his consent or choice. His parents reminded him regularly that he was on a completely different level than anyone else. He was oh, so, very, special.
Growing up in this environment put a heavy strain on Keitaro's psyche. He wasn't allowed to fail. He wasn't allowed to be a normal kid. His earliest days were spent studying inside, training the advanced connection to chakra that he innately had. He was born with the expectations of the world on his shoulders and as such his own mental state became weakened and fragile. Any attempt to be less than perfect resulted in scoldings and lectures. There was no such thing as a second try. There was perfection or there was failure, and failure would not be tolerated for such a genius. The praise of his parents slowly became mocking comments of what he could do better, what he was wasting, what other kids would give up for his talent. He wanted nothing more than to swap places with anyone foolish enough to be as special as he was. The idea of a normal life, and average level of talent, a boring life, sounded oh, so, very, special.
The only thing that seemed to be less than special about Keitaro was his inability to put on weight. His body rejected the idea of muscle and fat. He was always a thin kid, but as he grew older that became more and more pronounced. His body was bony, worn down, thin. An outward reflection of the way he felt inside.
The compliments of peers and elders became water that slid off of him. He was merely a talking point. He was not Keitaro Kajiwara, he was "The Genius of Elements". Somewhere along the line the boy and the title grew more and more mute, until only a husk of talent remained. Slowly Keitaro grew more and more quiet, more reserved. Speaking was such a hassle. People only wanted things from him. To know what it was like, to ask questions about the nature of chakra. They never asked him how he was, what he dreamed of, what he wanted. He so wanted someone to just ask him how he was doing. He wasn't okay, he was getting worse by the day, but no one wanted to know Keitaro. They only wanted to know what made him oh, so, very, special.
In time he only spoke when spoken to. He only acted when asked to. He spent most of his free time thinking of his place in the world. He was some supposed prodigy in the ninja world, but no title could help the boy be happy. The days and nights began to blur together as he waited for the Academy to start. He wasn't excited to begin. He knew what the teachers would say to him. He knew what the other kids would think of him. That he was oh, so, very, special.
The time at the academy was interesting. He was easily in the top percentile of his class when it came to understanding chakra, but even with his innate access to every element, his body was weak and frail and his chakra pool was limited. Quickly he fell to the middle of his class. An outrage to his parents, an undeserved blessing to Keitaro. Throughout the years in the academy he was bullied, made fun of, ridiculed for having such great potential but being such a waste of talent. He could be so much more, but no one ever asked him what he wanted to be. Who he wanted to be. What was good enough for him. There were always new goals to meet, lines to cross. Nothing he did was good enough, nothing he did was good enough, nothing he did was good enough, nothing he did was good enough, nothing he did was good enough. He was just oh, so, very, special.
The time after graduation was filled with meaningless missions and too much time alone with his thoughts. Moving out on his own, his anxiety has merely grown worse, to the point where leaving his house is a task in and of itself. A single goal has crept it's way under his skin and into his bones. No matter what the world saw him as, he saw something fetid and until he could change that look of himself, the rest of the world would have to wait for it's expectations.
Quiet, Reserved, Reflective, Introverted, Depressed, Anxious
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Just make it through the day
- Likes: Slow music, silence, being alone, reading, existentialism
- Dislikes: Loud noises, crowds, compliments, himself
- Goals: To become worthwhile
- Strength: Poor
- Constitution: Poor
- Stamina: Proficient (450)
- Agility: Poor
- Dexterity: Poor
- Wisdom: Poor
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A Born Natural:
When using CP/WC to purchase Ninjutsu techniques Keitaro buys a technique of equal or lower power of the opposing nature to the purchased technique without spending CP. eg. Purchasing a B-Rank Fire Technique also purchases a B-Rank or lower Water technique, etc, this does not continue to stack.
Not With a Body Like That:
Keitaro can not learn Taijutsu and can never go above average Constitution or Strength.
Keitaro suffers from severe anxiety and depression as well as bouts of fractured identity.
Keitaro has no concept of friendship or teamwork and will not hesitate to complete whatever it is that is keeping him away from home, including blasting a teammate who stands in the way of the target. Additionally, he gains no benefits from other players SAs, FS, techniques, etc other than healing from Ijutsu.
Might, Will, And Fate Points
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