Character name: Sora Uchiha
Desired Bloodline: Uchiha
Desired starting element: fire
Desired village: mist
Age: 15 at chuunin, 16 at jounin
Desired rank: chuunin
Appearance: avatar
Character personality: Sora's personality changes to adapt the situation he is in. Averagely, he is talkative and agitated, always looking for something to do. When thinking and such, he may be calm and quiet. in action, he is very hyperactive, as he enjoys fighting. But most of the time, he is sarcastic whether it funny or serious.
Background info: Sora grew up in the mist village, a descendant of a non kekei genkai branch of the uchiha. he took the academy and passed to genin at 12, and later on achieved chuunin at 15. then in a battle, his tomoe one sharingan was activated. it happened just after the great war, where all his relatives were killed.
Rp sample: out of chakra, out of breath, the only thing kept them alive was sheer willpower. On the vast, barren, crumpled wasteland, the sound clashes of their steel katanas seemed to never end, but how much longer could it last. The golden orange sun was slowly being swallowed by darkness, enveloped by the rocks on the far horizon. This signalled the end. Their quick footwork dinnered down, resorting to unhuman despirate attempts of hack and slash. Sora and his long time rival, bloodied and beaten, countless scars and flesh wounds piled up on their body, the was too much of a burden to carry much longer. Sora's panting turned into an intake, a deep gasp for air, as he clenched his now heavy katana over his head, blood dripping from his hands, he squeezed them tightly. Then, with his last once of strength, his crimson bloody face squinted, hammering down at his opponent. As it came down, his opponent disappeared. Then suddenly, the place went silent. Time slowed down, He looked down with gaping eyes at the ground. His hair still moving a bit with that swift motion. He could not believe it. ''why?...No..It can't . . End like this . . . ''. The place went back to normal. Sora fell to the ground, lifeless, his face in the earth. He was beaten, for all the things he stood up for, darkness prevailed once again.