Post by Mitsuru Tsubasa on Jun 4, 2015 23:04:01 GMT -7
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biography "Today in science we learned that you can never gain cold, you can only have an absence of heat; and it made me think that maybe hatred doesn’t exist, and there’s only an absence of love." That's what Mitsuru thought was wrong with his clan—they were all just missing a little love. It had nothing to do with the Tsubasa's "cursed blood" or whatever else the village could be bothered to come up with, because no one could be born inherently evil. Right? After all, Mitsuru had turned out alright (for the most part, anyway), and if even he could be alright, then everyone else could too. Mitsuru would just love enough for all of them. He would love so much that there wouldn't be any room left for all the hatred and wretchedness in his beloved clan anymore. "Things like peoples' sadness will someday become a roaming wind in the sky while searching for a place to disappear." Somewhere, he heard those words, and he believed them. Failing in his naivety to realize that the Tsubasa were far darker than they acted on the surface, Mitsuru spent his childhood folding paper cranes and dreaming of the day he would reach a thousand. Because only then would a crane grant his wish. And one day, when the sorrows of his clan really did become a wind, that breeze would carry his cranes and let them fly away. Mitsuru hoarded them in a little shoe box he hid (not so well, but he didn't know that) at the bottom of his closet, and everyday he would tick off how many more cranes he had folded and added to his little collection. Slowly, their numbers grew. It was his secret. Or at least he thought it was, until someone burned them all to crisp and left him the ashes as a warning. It seemed his parents monitored him more than he thought they would even when they devoted much of their time pushing his older sister to greatness. Mitsuru didn't mind a little less attention: he liked his freedom and he was no genius. But Mitsuru was nothing but determined. He had patience in spades, and he would do anything for his wish to come true. On the advent of his academy days, he hid his cranes in the school building instead, where they would be protected from the very family he was making them for. And so, once again, the days slowly went by. Life in the academy wasn't so bad; Mitsuru made friends, barely passed his courses (on purpose of course, where was the fun in trying to shoot for the top? you couldn't fit in like that), and had lots of fun. He got frustrated with his family, fooled around with the other village rascals, and bugged his older sister when she wasn't away on missions or hanging out with her friends. Things weren't so bad, and overall, Mitsuru was pretty content with his life. He still wished to change his clan, but that didn't mean he couldn't do other things at the same time. Nearing the end of his academy years, however, Mitsuru fell into a bit of a crisis. He was a teenager realizing for the first time that he was lost and that things maybe didn't have as much meaning to them as he thought they did. He got disgusted with the way his clan always seemed to be wary of their own, he grew impatient with his cranes and the way it seemed as if he would never finish them in time before something really bad happened, and then on top of that, he was finally figuring out how frustrating it was to be small and utterly powerless. He was no genius, not like his sister was, not like some of his clan were, and he was okay with that, but he just wanted to be able to do something, to be able to change something, anything. With those feelings already weighing down on his small shoulders, Mitsuru's final straw was his father's death. ...Or should he say "his father's murder"? It had started off as a rumor. People never really pay attention to when children are actually listening, and of course, children tell tales. Like this, slowly, the whispers of conspiracy spread throughout the younger clansmen, twisting and reforming until it hadn't much truth left in it. Some said it was the youkai acting up. Others said it was a curse that had been placed on the clan compound. Still more claimed to have seen an other-worldly spirits of the dead floating about at night. Despite so many variations to the story, the general consensus was this: Something bad was coming. The news quickly spread from child to child. Of course, they reached young Mitsuru's ears too, and he frantically tried to finish his cranes in time to ward off the harm that was sure to befall his clan. And when he couldn't do that, he ran to tell his parents. His mother was away. His father, busy. Busy? Who cared, when something was horribly wrong? Still young enough to be a child whose fears far outweighed any social obligations that may have been instilled within him, Mitsuru rushed to find the man that was his father. But what he found instead was the aftermath. Blood on the floor. Blood on his hands. Blood on his clothes. Blood on his face. No. Horrified and frightened beyond belief, the boy bolted, locked himself in the—thankfully empty—bathroom, and just sat under the spray of the shower nozzle trying to convince himself what he had seen and felt were just part of a dream. A really morbid dream, but even so, life would continue on the same, so everything would be fine. Except it wasn't a dream. The day his sister was set to go out training with their father, Mitsuru snuck out to watch, as he always did. If he was careful enough not to get caught, he could observe two geniuses in their natural environment and learn a little from it. His sister appeared on the training field as expected, but his father didn't show. Instead, it was another family member, and Mitsuru was close enough to hear the words that had been exchanged before the realization struck that no, what had happened before hadn't been a horrible dream, it was all real. And that it was one of theirs who was the culprit. More than the death of his father, it was the fact that one of his clan had turned on their own that wounded Mitsuru the most. His father... Well yes, the man was his father, of course Mitsuru loved him, but his prodigious sister had always been their father's favorite. There was, frankly, more for their father to connect to with his sister when Mitsuru was so... unlike the Tsubasa norm. What sort of keen minded Tsubasa, excluding Gouman's infamous second son, almost failed his academy courses and preferred to fool around rather than study or train? Just how late did this bloomer have to be? Though he had understood his father's concerns, Mitsuru hadn't really cared. He had liked who he was just fine and hadn't planned on changing any time soon. It was just that he hadn't found anything he had really liked enough to really devote himself to yet. Of course, by the end of all the shock and all the grief, Mitsuru was more angry than sad. He was plain fed up with the folly of his own clan and he was tired of wanting but never having. More than make him feel vengeful, his anger only made him resolve to try and become a fixer-upper. Just detecting the problem wasn't enough, because more often than not, everything was already over, and something had already been broken. No, he wanted to be someone who could fix things in the aftermath. He didn't want to lose anyone if he could help it. And if he could save a life... Finally, Mitsuru had a clearer objective in his life. For now, he would aspire to become a medical-nin. As the last bits of his academy student career passed by, he put more effort into studying and training, though he made sure to balance work with play to keep his ragamuffin friends from getting too concerned. And finally, proudly, he graduated to become the genin he is now. Despite all that has happened, Mitsuru still continues to fold his paper cranes. He hasn't reached a thousand yet, after all. And while he'll always slowly add to his Wish for New Wings Box for his clan, as he's grown a little older and seen a little more of the world, he's decided to fold others that aren't just for his clan, but for anyone and everyone that deserves joy. He calls it his World Happiness Box. As cheesy as it may sound, Mitsuru likes to think that the cranes he's folded have become symbols of his prayer for happiness and that someday, they'll be able to fly and carry the world's sorrows on their wings and disappear into the sky, never to be seen again. Though still a genin, the way he leaves small, neatly folded paper cranes for those he wishes happiness and good fortune has long since earned him the name Senbazuru—a thousand paper cranes—within the village of Konoha. | ooc info  ☆ NAME fernweh ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS Ienori Hoshino ☆ FACE CLAIM HAIKYUU! Shouyou Hinata, tsubasa mitsuru THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO FERNWEH. DO NOT STEAL. |
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