OOC: Application/Character Information
Character: Uchiha Itachi
PB: Gou
Classification: Dirt-hair

Personal Stats

Date of Birth: 9th June 189 H.E
Age: 19
Height: 171cm (5'7")
Weight: 55kg (121 lbs)
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Brown
Blood Type: AB
Sexuality: Asexual

Physique: Thin but not overly skinny. His body type can not bulk up to the extend of having bulging muscles but he had clearly defined one from working out his body through training. Unless he is at home or ready for sleep, Itachi will cover his body up and is quite bashful about it, not at all understanding the appeal. His skin is pallid from covering it up most of the time, sunlight is not his friend. Can appear quite effeminate at first glance, second glance too which he is aware of and uses that to his advantage but most of the time, it's unintentional.

Identifying Marks: Three piercings in left ears. One in the lobe, two in the helix. Various light scars over his hands and knees from training mishaps but nothing overly large.

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Background History: Being born into the lowest caste the City has to offer, you can expect your life not to be brimming full of enjoyment and opportunities to shine. From birth it is drilled into you by the people around that you are always going to be down on the bottom without any chance of advancing to the higher classes. This was not like the rich marrying the dirty poor for you to inherit the fortune when the toothless, nearly dead sugar daddy keels over. No, this was where you were born and where you would die. Live. Accept. Just stay out the way of everyone and hope that you are not killed. It is what they all did.

Itachi was taught these things at an early age, barely growing up with proper food, warmth, living in the hell of the Third District. Being subjected to conditions like this should naturally crush the human spirit but not him, not by a long shot. He enjoyed it, so many places to explore regardless of the fact that you might need a tetanus shot after an outing in the scrap yard jungle, playing down in the stagnate puddle pretending you were a diver searching for lost treasure. Foolishly, he was optimistic about who he was and thought that if he showed people that he could be as good at the blonds' that he would be able to get his family some sort of passage into the better life, like this was their trials and all it took was the chance to show that they weren't the scum of the area, then they could live with them.

One of the first moments of his life where Itachi thought that he could prove this point was when it came time for school. Everything was basic, painfully basic, always finished his work before any of the other students were anywhere near it. He continuously asked the teachers for more work, wanting something more to intrigue him but was constantly denied, being reminded of whom he was and that he was lucky that the great Hokage was giving him the opportunity to be taught. It never quite sank through to him on why he was not allowed to so instead of just walking away and pouting about it, he took matters into his own hands. The second district had plenty of new books filled with so many lessons he had never seen, words that were never taught, dabbling in basic sciences and the human body. Seeing those books for the first time was an instant love, needing to have more. He was going to return the books later he swore silently that he would. Without the money needed to purchase them, Itachi started to pilfer the readings from the Second District and bring them back home, sneaking out to the scrap yards finding himself a quiet place to immerse himself in all the magical subjects he was forbidden to see.

He found himself hiding out there a lot over the years just so he would not upset his parents in any way with his defiance, still keeping up his self-education after schooling had ended and a job was chosen for him. Nothing was going to give up the love he had for it. Well, almost nothing.

Itachi should not have been out at that time of the evening to begin with, lost track of time, running to get back home with a good enough lie to why he had been late. Working back would have been believable only that he would never get the chance to tell the lie. A loud commotion had him diving for cover catching that quick glimpse of who was there. Another blond invasion. The Police questioning a man and a woman about illegal activity reported from within the Third District that was particularly common in the area, however, the subjects involved in the questioning were not. His mother and father were the ones suspected of course guilty without trial. What Itachi witnessed next would be relived constantly through relentless nightmares, which would shape the man he would become.

The screams, the pleading, the crunching, grinding and snapping of brittle bones. Itachi witnessed it all, hidden from the view of the people attacking, every gruesome sound, the blood everywhere. His father was beaten to death for crimes that there was no proof of and next they turned to his mother. He should have moved but he couldn't, helped out in some way, got help, thrown himself at them and fought them off the best that he could but he couldn't. He was scared, weak, living too high up in the clouds to know his place of where he belongs, now facing reality better than anyone could ever have explained it to him. How cruel humanity was. When they hit his mother she did not even scream, did not move, she did not even fight back when the two of them... it did not make a difference anymore. She wasn't responding to them.

When they had gone he finally emerged, slowly walking over them. He could hear them, the people who had been hiding the same as him and even now that they had gone, none of them would help. They were treated like filthy animals by the higher caste's even the brunettes would turn their nose down at them and yet, even in their own hell, no one wanted to help. No one cared what happened to another.

For weeks after it happened Itachi hadn't talked about what he had seen, he didn't even speak at all. He wanted to cry for his father yet every time he tried, no tears would come. All Itachi could do was go through the motions, his throat hoarse chocking up, the stinging of the liquid wanting to flow free but no matter how much he tried, he could not mourn him. Not even seeing his mother in the permanent state of vegetation, staring blankly out the window into nothing could do it. Every feeling he had ever know as little as they were to being with, had been complete severed to the point of shutting himself off to everyone, even his own brother.

What would one do in this situation? Revenge would be the first thing that came to mind, to avenge the ones responsible for who destroyed his family, their lives. But what good would that do? Once they were killed there would be nothing left, it would not reverse the damage. There was only one thing left for him to do, protection of the ones left alive was his only choice.

For three years he trained himself using the knowledge from the books that he had snuck to read, the benefits of knowing the human anatomy would prove more effective not only in medical research but to also pinpoint all of the major organs, vital spots, everything that was needed to become an efficient killer. Weapons, strategies, and tactics, fighting. Day in and day out Itachi trained relentlessly. Weapons although illegal were not out of reach thanks to resources available to him, if you tried hard enough, you could get it through the correct contacts. Itachi trained through with a variety becoming proficient with whatever he could get access to but in the end, he lent towards the use of swords and knives for many reasons.

Following the footsteps of his uncle, Itachi became part of Masenshi but uprising against anyone is not his concern. Blond, brunette, dirt, it does not matter who you are. To him, you are all the same.



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Personality/Likes & Dislikes: Quiet, rarely shows emotions, even a facial twitch is hard to get out of him. Thanks to the death of his father and the mental breakdown of his mother that his witnessed, Itachi has shut himself off to any emotions that can be experienced as a means of protection. That does not mean that he is without any feelings at all, it is that he chooses not to listen to them when they are speaking to him, pushed down deep inside and locked off. Anger, happiness, everything. At times, it will partially show through if you are in a trusted area with him, gaining his trust will take a very long time so there is a very good chance that not many will see this side of him. He is prone to emotional strain because he hides it constantly. If something stimulates it enough then either he will respond to it in a form of a small smile or if it is in anger, you had better run because it can get messy. But don't worry, if you are smart enough you will see the indicators before it is too late.

No matter how much he tried to hide what is inside, there is one thing that brings it back to the surface and that is through nightmares. He is constantly reliving the day sometimes it is in exactly the same format of how it happened and other times it changes. Each time it has the same outcome whether it being his parents, his brother, his uncle, all of them faced death. He will not tell people about them. If anyone had a chance to witness him having one, he will pretend it never happen but even though it was nothing to do with him directly, Itachi feels responsible in some way.

His family plays a big part in his life; they are the driving force to everything he does. Itachi's overall goal is to make sure that his surviving family members are taken care of, willing to sacrifice anything for them including his life. If there is something you want done, Itachi will do it without question being a simple delivery of message to taking out someone who had disrupted them. Although he will not even show it to the ones closest to him, he is very compassionate for family that can be seen in dealing with Mikoto, not that anyone sees that since he makes sure that no one is around at all.

If you are able to get two consecutive sentences out of Itachi then you are doing well. Under normal circumstances such as interaction in day-to-day situations, he will not talk to anyone sometimes even if he is prompted with a question. When he does talk, it can be hard to understand, sometimes borderline cryptic with what he is saying known to himself but unless you are around him frequently, it can leave you with a look of confusion. This is why he likes to keep to himself rather than spend it in the company of people. He does not know how to interact with people.

When it comes to his professional, do not take Itachi as a thug or some kind of sadist who gets enjoyment out of taking someone's life. It is business. Simple as that. He would prefer to kill someone quickly in one clean swipe than hold them hostage and beat them or put them through malicious torture. If Itachi started to relish in his work then he is getting too involved and it's time to pull him back as the only way that he would is to satisfy a personal vendetta and that involved emotions which are trying to break through. Same as above, he is about to go into meltdown.

There are not many things that he likes, not things that he really dislikes either. Itachi is mostly indifferent about everything. There was not much of a window of opportunity to discover everything that life had to offer, the fulfillment he used to receive from reading is no longer. The only thing that he really enjoys most these days is finding places up high where he can sit down and be alone with his thoughts. There are no ludicrous dreams of trying to get out of the limits of the City but it is good to sit back and just observe the changes from one district to another. That is one of the only times that he truly feels peaceful.

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Fast Facts

Home: Share house with the rest of this family. His room is pretty much big enough only to fit the thin lined mattress on the floor with a few makeshift blankets for cover. Winter is not a good time of the year mostly because its cold, the roof drips on him and Itachi can not stand the cold at all. (More Info Later)

Occupation Abattoir worker/Masenshi Hitman

Work: Itachi's primary position is in a slaughter house that gives him access to a variety of stunning weapons (bolt, gas, electrical prods) which are used for the humane purposes of slaughtering the animals. Given that many people aren't assigned to the field since the animals are mostly for blond uses and highly supervisors to stop foul play, Itachi has been trained in all areas of the field from using the correct techniques to stun the animal through to bleeding and skinning. Lately he has been trying to get access into transportation to move then through to the First District but it is yet something he has been able to get.

Working as a Hitman is not as easy as it sounds. It is all not killing and that's all. There is a lot of time and planning involved for him whenever a target comes up, studying patterns they follow, knowing their habits, making sure that nothing was going to be left open so there would be a chance of escape. Whenever he gets a job, he is basically a ghost, only keeping contact via messages for updates unless someone contacts him which it better be extremely important. But killing is not the only thing that he does, he also contacts people on Madara's behalf, runs any grunt work that might come up. He doesn't associate with the drug lab. The smell of that stuff gives him a headache.

Reputation: Very low. Not only because of his blood line and hair color but Itachi chooses to hide in the background and keep a low profile to make his secondary line of work much easier. He doesn't go around promoting that he is Masenshi for fear, he doesn't even drop the name to see the anonymity in it as if they look towards Uchiha's after one name drop then it could take the rest of them now.

Hobbies: Finding quiet places

Strengths: Trustworthy, dedication, high tolerance level

Weaknesses: His family, sweet food, lack of ability to trust, self sacrificing

Favorite color: Black & Red

Favorite food: Dango (which he can never get), Sweetened Condensed Milk, Canned Tuna, CalorieMate Blocks (he absolutely loves them)

Favorite Season: Autumn. It's the time when life starts to slow down.

Favorite Phrase: "........"

Allegiance: Masenshi

Relationships:

Madara - Uncle. Helped to raise him after his father died. Has a very high admiration for him.
Sasuke - Younger Brother. Unsure yet.