Post by Elena on Dec 28, 2010 3:13:21 GMT -8
HATAKE KAKASHI
Nose in a book, head somewhere in outerspace, but a remarkably grounded individual.
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full name Hatake Kakashi
nicknames Kids can be so cruel these days; he'd rather not know what his nicknames are.
age September 15th and he's 30, but he'll probably lie about his age if you ask.
gender Male, definitely male—please don't check.
sexuality He reads erotic fiction written by Jiraiya, what do you think?
occupation History and Philosophy teacher
I realized what I wanted to say
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Physical Appearance Stands 1.81 meters tall (That's close to 6 ft) and weighs 67.5 kg (a smudge under 149lbs.) He has a large mass of grossly premature grey hair that when left entirely alone, sticks to one side. He doesn't seem to do much with it. He has a scar running down this left eye, but he usually has a medical eyepatch over it so it's not often seen. Kakashi seems to lack melanin all around, as his eyes are also a grey colour (his skin isn't exactly peachy, either). The sole right eye is the most the majority of people will see, because he keeps the rest of his face hidden by some form of a mask—the most common being a surgical mask. The reasons why, when questioned, are never consistent.
Personality Kakashi is a calm, daresay, boring person in everyday conversations. Beyond his strange quirks; convering his face, being chronically late to the point of absurdity, reading (and occasionally giggling at) erotic literature irregardless of where he is or who he is talking to, he's an aloof and relaxed kind of guy. He'll be callously blunt one moment and then whimsically vague the next depending on the situation. Very rarely is he in any extreme within a spectrum of possibilities, and his actions always seem to have a flipside. As a teacher, his students will notice this and either completely hate him for it or respect it. He's infamous for his tough-love work, where there is no such thing as an easy question, and people do fail his classes or get abysmally low marks. His criticisms and having obvious favourites would lend itself to the assumption that he doesn't care about his students. It's true that he doesn't quite care for the kind of student who will come to his class, playing it by the book, memorizing gratuitous amounts of information and regurgitating it back at him, and never challenging his logic or what they are taught. In short; he doesn't want to be teaching a bunch of sheep that compete for the highest mark and don't actually think about what or why they are learning the material. He wants kids to leave his class learning how to think critically and creatively, so as to develop as better people. He will go out of his way and become genuinely fond of a select few students; like stalking Naruto to make sure he's eating his vegetables, or offering more advanced learning time for Sasuke to try and appease and challenge him.
Strengths Modesty—If you hear of any of his achievements, it is through other people. Acclaimed as a prodigy when he was younger, and still considered a genius by anyone who has taught or talked with him academically, he doesn't talk about himself much or display any desire for praise. All he wants is that shining respect in his students' eyes back, as opposed to now where they've all grown up and stopped being cute.
Minimalist—Gai may call him cool, hip, and trendy, but really he just doesn't want for much. Give him Icha Icha and he's content. This attitude makes him rather untouched by the vices, and allows him to concentrate on deeper matters than the superficial.
Deep—“Look underneath the underneath” Great thinkers spend a lot of time pondering to themselves, and so does Kakashi. He looks at the hows and whys of significant events, tries to understand them, then tries to predict the outcome and how things could have been different. He's human and he will make mistakes, but he will also admit that enough to reflect on them.
Flaws Detatched—His life had a series of misfortunes, and everyone who got close to him died o disappeared. While on good terms with most people, he doesn't let anyone in, and his frequent, time-consuming visits to the cemetery admit that he's stuck in the past, in a sense. He may be looking out for someone’s best intererest but he won't allow the same for himself. It may be why he lacks any romantic relationships.
Blunt—Openly telling his students that he doesn't like them is not a good way to build a proper student-teacher relationship. When he dishes out critiques he won't try to sugar-coat it, or offer reassurances about faults.
“Lazy”--The flipside to being such a minimalist is that he can't be bothered to do things that other people find routine and normal. It is part of his quirk that the guy can manage physical training, helping old ladies across the street, and popping up where you least expect him to catch you making out behind the stairwell, but getting up and brushing his hair? Please. Or what about that pile of tests he said he would mark... Last month? Later. Sorry, you want him to take you out and pay for your meal? Too much trouble. You mean he could be a professor at a university, do his own research, run his own political campaigns even? Hmm... He'll pass. He rather likes where he is. It's boring and cuddly just like him. He won't cuddle you, though.
Drink? A little. He's not a very fun drunk, and it can't be trusted around his group of terrible, terrible drinking buddies who would no doubt pull his mask down and take pictures of him in the nude. He knows because this has happened. The camera and pictures didn't survive and neither did the memory of the event. Let that be a warning.
Smoke? Only the second hand variety.
Drive? Yes, but you'll see him on the bus as the creepy man in the back giggling into an Icha Icha book.
Drugs? The prescription kind.
Partying? He's that wallflower standing off to the side with a drink in his hand doing nothing and looking positively content. Except he's not.
Family He is the son of a disgraced soldier who, along with everyone else, is dead.
Residence A cozy little apartment good enough for himself and his dogs. You didn't know he was a dog person? He has many—his favourite being Pakkun. Clearly, he has no room for you, so don't ask for the address.
History
He was born and shortly after that, his mother died.
His father raised him on his own, and he was a relatively good father as far as fathers go. Food on the table and all that. He was a man Kakashi respected, and it wasn't the kind of respect that was fabricated through fear, but out of genuine love. They moved around a lot and they couldn't see each other as often, but he recalled the stories he'd hear as they sat down together in a room, and Sakumo would tell him about his mother, about old battle scars, and about the family that once was and how his grandfather, his uncle, and other people that remained faceless and nameless to him to this day, how they would have liked to meet him. He had grown up feeling rather proud of his father and his family name, going to school and telling anyone who would bother to ask that his father was a soldier who served in army.
Hiding his face had started at a young age, as his health was a little poor. It always was, and he suspected that the same thing that made him damn near albino was the same thing that landed him in the doctor's office so often. That hadn't changed at all, but back then he figured people would understand that he was a bit delicate and wanted to keep his mouth and nose covered. That was what he told people, anyways. Whether that was the genuine reason or just the excuse even he's forgotten. Whatever it was, he took a habit to hiding his face, and his father never minded considering he found it quirky and practical. Even from the age of six, people were noticing he was certainly gifted. He asked questions a lot and picked up new concepts a lot quicker than any of the other students did. He was moved to special classes where he was catered to and given the opportunity to do more than his year. When the frequent switching in school eventually landed him in Tokyo, he was already declared a prodigy.
Moving around a lot, he hadn't learned to make and keep friends and given he was always seperated off into special or advanced classes, he could hardly have been considered to have an average childhood. Kakashi's young mind had rationalized and adapted to the pattern. Whatever happened in one area, be it troubles or good, it wouldn't matter because there was a fresh start waiting for them in the next. Unfortunately, when he went to Tokyo, the problem that hit him could not be dropped. His father, once a likeable person, had started becoming more distant. They never talked, and he was suddenly home all the time, not doing anything. At thirteen years old, entering those years of independence and being a naturally passive child he hadn't tried to reach out to his father. Mr.Hatake was a grown man, who probably had a lot to worry about. Everything would sort itself out. After all, he was the same person that spoke of perseverance and staying strong through difficult times.
Returning home to find your father dead by his own knife was a traumatizing event, and had shocked him enough that for a long period of time, the rather pleasant, if not a little strange, boy had turned into a more withdrawn, strict teen that was a go-by-the-book type. Kakashi learned that his father had been covering for a group of individuals who were secretly leaking information to U.S intelligence. Sakumo had trusted long time friends and comrades, believed their stories, and had been duped. All his efforts to clear their names and defend them had been in vain and they stabbed him in the back, leaving him with the responsibility for what they did. It was a career and reputation breaking event. Sakumo had put his comrades before duty, and look where it got him.
This changed around after meeting Obito and Rin and being guided by the wiser hand of Namakaze Minato himself. He had known Minato vaguely, meeting him with his father as a young boy, but after Sakumo's death he had seen more and more of the kind blue eyed man. His father's connections ran deeper than he thought, and he ended up in the hands of distant friends who also happened to be neighbours to Minato. In his off time he was a mentor to him, and Minato shared his political ideals and his own philosophies to the young Hatake. Kakashi found himself unofficially within a rather powerful circle, but had been too jaded at the time to realize. Rin was a girl who had developed a liking to him, and he hadn't minded her sweet ways and how she always tried to take care of him whenever he ended up sick (which was frequently) and bedridden. The classroom crybaby, Obito, had a bone to pick with him and the two became unoffical rivals. He, Kakashi; the child whos last name was only in association to what his father once was and Obito; the underachieving embarrassment to the proud name of the Uchiha. They hadn't considered each other friends at the time, but when Obito had told him that he didn't see his father as such a loser, and rather as someone who had upstanding values and was used horribly, it had melted something within him. Obito, throughout the tragically short time they had together, had greater moral fibre than anyone from his family could boast. Kakashi adopted his ideals that people, not the system or any rulebook, came first, and that those who would abandon their friends so readily were worse than scum. It was Obito who inspired Kakashi's new way of thinking, and reopened a less narrow perspective that had been closed after his father's death. It was a shame that this was imparted to him just shortly before the boy's untimely death. Rin, who had been involved, had never quite been the same after that. One day without warning she had up and left. To this day he had no idea what had become of her.
Life had to move on. Kakashi finished school as one of the top students and had achieved the same level of success in university. Since finishing highschool he had moved out into his own apartment and taken in his first dog, Pakkun, who was decidedly much cuter and less fat as a puppy than he was now. He had this thing for strays who wound up on his street, looking pitiful in the pouring rain and all. It was how his collection of dogs started; though they didn't live inside all the time. He fed them, let them in when they wanted to escape harsh conditions outside, and the dogs would recognize him down the street and follow him in a pack. Only Pakkun remained a permanent resident in his little apartment. Kakashi worked odd jobs here and there, taking what he could get, until he got his teaching job.
He had heard of Minato's and Kushina's death—it was hard not to when a political figure died in such a way. He hadn't had much contact with his mentor since Rin's disappearance, and had lamented the loss as well as the time they could have spent. He had seen Naruto only briefly, back when he was just barely fifteen. What a strange twist of fate then that he would teach in the school where the twelve year old Uzumaki would be in his homeroom. He had the chance to observe something similar to what he had with Obito between the Minato look alike and the brooding Uchiha, and had later begun to recognize a lot of Rin's caring characteristics in one young Haruno (who, admittedly, at first struck him as a lovestruck girl that was only talented at memorizing information and thinking about boys). Though he hadn't liked them much, it was hard not to grow fond of them when they reminded him so much of the past. He also felt some obligation to Minato and Kushina to at least make sure Naruto was getting his nutritional intake, after witnessing himself the curdled milk and cartons upon cartons of instant noodles lying about. He saw a lot of himself in Sasuke, and was quite impressed with him. He did worry about the attitude, though.
Only a year after they had left the middle school, Kakashi had been moved to teach highschool. Something about being way too tough on the young kids and being overqualified anyways. Regardless, he was quite happy to see that he'd be teaching the trio again, though much like Pakkun, they weren't as cute as they once were.
“Do you recall a time when you used to respect and revere me?” Apparently not... Oh, he always had his Icha Icha novels.
How did he get into Icha Icha, you ask? That story is a little too outrageous. Let's just say that Jiraiya had his influence on young Kakashi too, and we will leave that story at that.
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Role Play Sample They were...
They were horrible children! He never could recall a moment where they were likeable! His hands were over his ears still but it didn't matter--the damage was done. He had heard what had been said. Their smug little expressions as they took joy in his pain was depressing. Were they always sadists like this? He should have known, all those years ago, when Naruto dropped an eraser over his head on the first day that it would come to this.
The latest book to come from the Icha Icha series in years and after all that waiting, all the anticipation, what happens? Naruto gives it to him, and then spoils the ending. Defeated, he sank down at his chair in the classroom, looking down at the green cover with a sigh.
"Kakashi-sensei?"
After months of avoiding spoilers and discussion, to finally have it in his hands and now... He'd still read it, of course, he could not, but now knowing that his favourite character was just going to end up dead made it seem so sad...
"KAKASHI-SENSEI, APRIL FOOLS" They both said, and he didn't think there was anything sweeter than those words at the moment.
"Hahaha, I didn't read more than ten pages of that, so I have no idea how it ends really. It's kinda boring..."
Insulting his books aside, he was quite happy again.
"By the way, you two have an essay to write for tomorrow, you know."
"Ahaha, good one Kakashi." That was Sakura talking, and Naruto snickering beside her. He kept smiling, but for some reason theirs were fading.
"...April fools, right?"
Such adorable children they were.
"Damn it--he's serious."
"Kakashi, that's not fair, you've already bogged us down with enough work as it is!"
They were so cute when they were angry.
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