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Name: Kimimaro
Age: 18
Birthday: Exact date unknown.
Height: 5’5”
Weight 114
Hair color: White.
Eye color: Light green.
Physique: Very slim. Kimimaro has both little fat and little muscle on his body. He is petite because of his stunted development (re: background), and many foods upset his constitution, making it hard for him to put on weight. This also makes him rather weak, and he gets out of breath quickly with physical exertion. Nevertheless, he exercises daily to continue to build up his stamina. He has very pale, smooth skin, and naturally light, sparse hair dotting his legs and groin – all other areas of his body hairless. Even so, he shaves regularly because of his penchant for passing as a girl. Kimimaro also has a narrow waist and small shoulders, lending him no trouble in his guise. He has shoulder-length hair and bangs that oftentimes get into his eyes. When he’s feeling nervous or shy, Kimimaro tends to lower his head so his bangs will cover his them. His fingers are long and slender – an artist’s fingers – and his nails are painted more often than not.

Identifying marks: Faint scars around his wrists from ligature marks.

Personality:

Quiet, reserved and polite sums up Kimimaro pretty nicely. He doesn’t seek out social interaction, and would more likely be found curled up in solitary with a book somewhere, or outside enjoying nature by himself. He likes simple things, and isn’t hard to please, but because he’s so distrustful and distanced he has trouble making friends – much less keeping them. He doesn’t seem too interested in doing such, anyway.

One might mistake Kimimaro for being cold and aloof because of this, but that isn’t the case. In fact, he is a very sincere, gentle person, who would lend a helping hand in any situation where he saw it necessary. His avoidance of others stems from his poor social skills and inability to relate to others. He doesn’t seem to have much of a sense of humor because he has trouble understanding even the simplest prosody, like sarcasm. Likewise, his fondness for silence is greatly influenced by the fact he does not have the same carefree command of language that his peers do. This is all due to his poor upbringing and relatively late socialization (which will be gone into detail later in his background).

However, Kimimaro was graced with abilities to make up for these setbacks. He is much attuned to facial expressions and body movements, keenly aware of what people don’t say as much as what they do. He is able to tell when a person is being deceptive with more accuracy than most people, which only attributes to his already high sense of distrust. Kimimaro is most comfortable with people who don’t wear masks, and say what they mean, whether it is crude and vulgar, or friendly and gentle. A person’s bad attitude doesn’t turn him off so much as their being two-faced.
Kimimaro is only exceedingly loyal to Orochimaru. Likewise, he is only open and relaxed around the elder man. He is careful to keep out of Orochimaru’s personal business, but at the same time would give up his life for the man at a moment’s notice. Likewise, he would not hesitate to threaten or attack anyone who he deemed was a menace to his keeper. And as gentle and non-threatening as Kimimaro seems (and the cross-dressing certainly doesn’t help), he’s not all flowers and rainbows. Due to how he was raised, he has the capacity to be a cold-blooded killer, if provoked. But so far in his life, this has not been an issue.

Likes: Being outside, nature, mice and other small rodents, symphonies, theatre and dance, praise, succeeding, young children, perfume, churches, sun, responsibility, waterfalls, gentleness, ginger ale, anything soft, acceptance, fireworks, shopping.

Dislikes: Guns, loud noises, spiders, rich foods, being ignored, darkness, small spaces, sleeping alone, embarrassment, frustration, violence, pain, forceful people, fire, bright lights, shots, exercising, assumptions, messes.

Favorite:
Food: Chicken noodle soup.
Color: Sapphire blue.
Hobby: Reading.
Musician: Vivaldi.
Movie: Bambi.
Video Game: Doesn’t play.
Season: Winter.
Holiday: Christmas.
Sexual Position: No preference.

Background:

Kimimaro’s early childhood was very bleak and aversive to his growth. His parents were both criminals; murderers and thieves that kept to themselves and avoided all ties to society. Kimimaro’s mother was severely disturbed and, convinced he was evil, confined her infant son away in a small, dark room, before he’d even reached his first birthday. For the next six years, Kimimaro was hardly allowed outside of this room, often tied down to a chair with rope, resulting in permanent marks around his wrists. His only sources of company were rats and other bugs that frequented his room, and he slept on the wooden floor every night when not tied to the chair. During winter he was allowed a ratty blanket. He never went to school, and was in fact born in the very room he was locked in, never registered at a hospital and never given a social security number or any other identification. As far as the world was concerned, he didn’t exist.

On his fifth birthday, Kimimaro’s father took him out of his room to teach him how to shoot a gun. On his sixth birthday, he was forced to watch his father murder two men. He was being conditioned to join his parents in their “business,” finally considered capable enough to aid them and prove himself useful, but before his father could move forward further on this education, a tip to the police led them to their house and Kimimaro was ordered by his father to crawl into a small tunnel in the basement and hide. Taught from the beginning to avoid any law enforcement figure at all costs, the young six-year-old obeyed and stayed silently hidden for two days, used to fighting off hunger and thirst and remaining completely still, learned from many beatings he had received for even allowing a floorboard in his room to creak when walking across it.

With no reason to believe their were more people in the house than the two they had caught, the police search died down soon enough, and Kimimaro escaped from the house onto the streets. For the first time in his life, he was outside of his house, and the young boy hadn’t the first clue of what he was finally able to experience. In shock, he wandered around, hiding whenever he saw anyone coming, sticking to the shadows, and digging through the trash for food and water. Everything he touched, saw, heard, and smelled was new to him, and he couldn’t stop exploring every new sensation he possibly could, overwhelmed and awed by it all.

When Orochimaru happened upon him, Kimimaro could hardly speak, and merely hissed and fought like an animal when the man attempted to help him. Despite this, he was soon taken into Orochimaru’s care, and thus began to slow process of being tutored carefully and thoroughly, leading him to rapidly acquire language that his brain so craved to learn, as well as skills of social integration and other nutritional and hygienic practices that allowed Kimimaro to fill in and grow to a more reasonable height. Writing proved more difficult, but Kimimaro managed to learn the difficult rules of English – though he still writes at a lower level than his peers.

Like a blank slate, Kimimaro had no protest to wearing feminine clothing, and actually took a liking to perfume and make-up, finding joy in beautiful things. He made no friends, focusing instead on his studies (of which he had a great amount to catch up on), and passed quietly through the entirety of his teenage years teaching himself how to be human. Once he turned eighteen, Kimimaro himself requested a job, wanting to prove he was able to function in society like any other person, turning his back on his traumatic past and forging on to a more hopeful future. Inside, he is still lost, but his patient nature gives him strength and the ability to tell himself someday he will know who he is, and what he is meant to do.

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