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Age: 29/30

Origin: Alternate

Physical description: He is average by height and weight, and could, probably, if he tried, blend in more - after all, a scar on his right eye doesn't stand out among his fellow shinobi, especially if he were to stick more to Ibiki... (but really, that's SO not worth the effort) -, maybe dye that horrible hair of somewhere between silver and grey, and the mask could stay... but he is fine with himself. Or rather, doesn't really care. That mop on his head is just too long and just too tangled, his one good eye seemingly always asleep, bored with life, a horrible posture, and his other scars... well, as said, he doesn't really care.
Sometimes he frowns when he sees himself in the mirror, because he is thin and long, and he doesn't like it, but he knows it runs in the family (which doesn't really exist anymore). And he has issues with his face, though he can't quite put a finger on it when he tries to reason with himself about what is actually wrong with it (maybe it could be considered a little handsome even), and that maybe he could - should - finally ditch the thing he first took up after his father committed suicide.
But he can't, and god, now that he is almost thirty (where did his youth go? Well, at least Gai is getting old with his Youthful speeches too...), his scars don't heal so fast, his eyes wrinkle a bit, and when he really wants to scare himself, he thinks his hairline is moving up. This, of course, doesn't mean he isn't muscle and white lines all over, like always, and he supposes only the Age of Liver Spots will change that.

Personality/Behavioral description/Background:
He is, supposedly, a genius ninja son of a once great shinobi, a father he's been betrayed by, and each time his thoughts brush him, his guts churn, and there is boiling, red-hot anger in him, and if he could, he would just scream and kick and hurt him... but he didn't even do that when he was a child, because Kakashi is the type to keep things in, naturally silent. He remembers, when his father was disgraced, the coldness he gave him - he is ashamed of it now, because he should have supported his father instead - but he doesn't talk about it, never has, to anyone.
As such a child, he's had to achieve things that perhaps were a bit too much for someone of even his caliber. But it's alright. He survived, he's here, and even though he's bored of it (he hates it, he wants to be free, dammit, there is an urge, a kicking in him to just leave, but he ties himself down), he knows he must stay and do what they always told him, without a word.
Without a word, he graduated the academy at age five, was a chuunin by six, and a jounin by thirteen, and an ANBU by - but he doesn't talk about it, like he doesn't talk about the eye that is his greatest sin and the ultimate forgiveness he doesn't deserve.
Obito.
He was a perfectionist before the Uchiha, and now he is a perfectionist regarding him: he doesn't miss a chance to make his respects at the grave, and when Sasuke went off - and he blames it all on himself, on being too late, on having turned too little human even though of Obito's efforts - he felt like being a traitor. At night, he promises themselves that he'll make it better, that if they ever get Sasuke back, he'll try even harder, though he knows he's been blatantly favoring the Uchiha over Naruto. It's a pang of guilt, but he explains himself with being human, and with owing it. (Though shouldn't he own it to his sensei's son too?, he spits at himself.)
As years pass, and he sees Naruto grow, sometimes from close, sometimes from afar, he doesn't just feel pride, and this, in turn, worries him: he feels jealous, because he knows the boy is going to, if he hadn't already, surpass him in any and every way possible, and Kakashi doesn't like the idea of being second place when he used to be first. Still a perfectionist, even if he coats himself with Obito's lateness and cheer, never saying much, faking a personality of laid-back and lazy, and always pulling himself out at the critical moment if emotional attachment should be involved.
He just doesn't trust, he says to himself. But he does love, really.

Roleplay Examples
RP Sample:
It was cold and empty in the streets, but it was no wonder: after all, the moon was high in the winter sky above, and the crisp-white snow high below. He trudged, angry that his trail had led him here instead of south, and that he found himself ill-prepared: he forgot his scarf and his pack of cheap tea at home. Ah, well, he breathed, and watched as it disappeared into thin air, they weren't necessary, just nice, he reminded himself.
He was homesick though, tired of this game. Contrary to all the laziness and easygoing he showed, Kakashi was, in fact, a rather impatient and ruthless man if things didn't go his way, and this man he was chasing after, if he didn't show him what he wanted soon enough, he was SO bailing the follow plan and just interrogating him with a kunai and some pent-up anger.
(Needless to say, he always stuck to the plan, unless someone's life was at stake.)
Soon enough, he found himself in a cheap inn, pretty much across the other one that his objective had chosen, which was almost too good to be true (he was also running out of money), and settled in for a nice, hot dinner, mulling over this and that in the local newspaper, when it all clicked in his wonderful little brain.
The next morning, he was on his way home with a drug-maffia arrested, and Tora, the cat of the Fire Country Lord's wife, Madam Shijimi, bundled in his cloak, (minus the ribbon on the left ear, which was victim to a rather badly preformed fire jutsu). Home sweet home, here he came.


Journal Sample: Journal entries are your preference for style (inner thoughts, physical journal, online journal), but must remain in character. Please submit a sample journal entry in your preferred format.

Well... er... hello Journal.
(something crossed out)
Um, K here, your writer. Don't know what I'm actually supposed to share with you, but I got you as a gift, and, you know, why on earth not? I guess my memory is bound to fail me sooner or later, and you might actually be useful. Even now, I'm bound to forget things. (Like washing the windows. I should really get around to that.)
Can't say though that I like your cover. I'll probably re-wrap you, or something - don't be offended though, it's not your fault how you look. Nobody is perfect, you know. I hide my face too.
Um, yes.
(pointless doodles of dogs and eggplants)
What do people write in Journals? I can't find anything that I'm allowed to share and that would be interesting. Not that I want to show you to anyone. No, it's not about the way you look, I swear. It's just that Gai picked this orange that really doesn't look good on you. He meant it as a cheerful birthday present, but now that I'm on my way to 30, I find less and less things to be cheerful about.
Not that I ever really cared for birthdays per se, so don't take it personally, and yes, Gai was using you for his looks, sorry to have to break it to you honey.
(doodle of a weeping diary)
Well, until something happens then, preferably Naruto or Sasuke returning. They were (it hurts to write that word) students, until Sasuke decided to up and away with Orochimaru - I hope he hasn't used that cursed seal, though he probably has, that pig-headed boy. He's like I was, so confident in my genius, I forgot other people might actually know a few things. And Naruto... but he is in good hands. (Mostly. His Mother would probably freak if she knew he was traveling with a man who wrote things like that, regardless of being the sensei of her husband.)
(And the books are good. You are going to be sitting next to them, so be nice.)
(doodle of Naruto with ramen, with a little arrow pointing from 'this is Naruto')
Sept. 17

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