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Luca Song The moonlit trek was covered in silence, the type that was rarely broken because of the situation. A self-made tension that left most or everyone in a state of sensitivity to the world around them. He hunched his shoulders and tucked his hand even deep into his pockets, the cold was beginning to claw at him even more, though he was unsure if it was because it was literally cold or if he was just imagining it all. Even still, he found himself stepping over uprooted lumber and occasionally sliding on mushy earth. It was becoming increasingly difficult to continue with this faulty trip into the woods. What would happen when the moon was obscured by the clouds? when it no longer lit the way and forsaken everyone to the inky darkness that had stopped him before. He bet everyone would be too scared to even move, let alone know where the hell they were going. But it was along this time that a slight shivered drew his attention to the ground. Posture still hunched from the cold, he simply stared and felt the tremors vibrate from his feet to his legs. "I feel it," he agreed off to the side, crouching down and putting a hand to the ground. Thoughtfully, he looked up towards the smog veiled land infront of them, a yellow and eerie glow in its distance. "...Is-Is the tremors coming fro-" Dim sirens half-twisted him back in the direction of the group. He wondered for a second about Luna, as innocent as she seemed to be, he was curious about her reaction to them. Did she crumple down and cry? or even raise hell? he was admittedly frustrated that he had decided to come with Desmond. Stuffing his hands back into his pants, he turned back towards the once-strong tremors and sauntered on through with the others. He hadn't come that far just to give up, he was sure the others were okay.

Hato Uchiha – Noble One/White Wing

“Fighting is apart of life. It's apart of living. But if one so chooses to, helping others could be too.”

Name: Hato Uchiha (鳩うちは) Nickname/Alias: Noble One/ White Wing Gender: Male Age: 19 Sexuality: Heterosexual Birthplace: Water Country Organization: N/A Clan/Kekkei Genkai (or hiden): Uchiha/Sharingan Rank: A (Jonin) Position: Clan Member Chakra Nature: Water Release & Fire Release Additional Appearance Details: Slender and tense, he has little aesthetic muscle definition, but is toned and compact in reality. His tan skin is decorated with small scars that he obtained through combat. He stands at a height of 5'11” and has a slender, almost whip-like build. He has a nasty scar that trails around his back and onto his chest. In his right ear is a onyx magatama earring. A black cloak hides his clothes but underneath is a loose black Gi. His waist is covered with a dark purple sash that wraps around his right thigh and is tied in a knot on the left side, leaving long tails to linger inches from his thigh. Dark trousers fall onto ankle-high sandals. History: The child of wandering Uchihas, Hato was brought up watching and experiencing the fear and hatred that war savagely drug behind it. By the time he was eight, he was actively helping his mother and father defend entire villages from the conflicts that surrounded them. It was also at this age that he watched his father die at the hands of an opposing clans. Enraged, he awakened his Sharingan but was held back by his mother from rushing headlong into battle. After yelling at her without reserve, his mother told him that was sure to die. That he wasn't strong enough to go up against the man. Before long another man took his father's place and he was gifted with a younger brother and a Bukijutsu mentor. The new male soon found himself overwhelmed by his family's line of work. A fourteen year old Hato and his family was captured by a warring clan. They mistook the small village for the opposing clan's hideout. They raped, killed, and razed the land. Upon being captured, Hato watched one by one as villagers were murdered. When it came turn for his step father, he watched the man hold his head high and in his final moment attempt to reason with his killers. His infantile brother was soon to be killed but his mother unleashed a terrible power that he knew little of and slaughtered them all. She later mentioned it to be the Mangekyo and would eventually loose her vision after 2 years of using it to defend others. At the age of sixteen, Hato buried his mother's remains among a grateful village who promised to always remember her. He defended his two year old brother with his life, carrying him along with him, and watching out for the youth with a fatherly eye. After traveling for three months they found themselves in Water Country. Its here that Hato experienced his final lost. While traveling in a boat, both tired and hungry, he was attack by water faring ninjas. They shattered his boat and kept him occupied while his little brother unconsciously drifted to the bottom. When he finally managed to free himself of them for a moment, he watched as one of them impaled the youth through the back. Ending them was but a matter of anger after that. When he emerged from his downright depression three months later, his heart had been engraved with his mother, father, mentor, and younger brother's deaths. He had wanted nothing more then to end the war, for it had taken everything he loved. By the age of eighteen he had met his ancestral clan but after seeing how bent on war they were, he struggled to dive back into his heritage. His strength became so renowned that he was given the moniker “white wing” and respectively “the noble one”. His name grew thanks to the support from small villages, along with connections that Hato himself forged with growing powers and secretive groups. Personality: Devoted not to his clan nor to his country but to the well being of humanity, Hato is a proclaimed advocate for peace. His mind usually floats over the clouds. Being a daydreamer at heart, he often finds small things to occupy his time, things as simple as insects crawling on a leaf. His daydreaming often leads to him being late, which in turn leads to him being viewed as lazy. Which to a certain angle, he is. However, his ambitions and goals are far higher on his list than his sleep. He's kindhearted and hesitant, or more so cautious, which keeps him at odds with the reckless and headstrong types. While thinking usually isn't his strong points, he appreciates the opportunity to do so. He has the bad habit of saying “aye” to everything and rubbing the nape of his neck is how he conveys annoyance. He tends to be sensitive to the plight of others, so he often finds himself being empathetic to a way of seeing things.

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