Nickname: The Legendary Dark Knight
Age: 34 (I actually have no idea)
Clan: Uchiha Clan
Sparda is a tall slender man. His eyes are crystal blue and his hair is ice white. He has his hair combed back in a slickly smooth fashion. His entire attire is a deep purple with blood red trimming. He wears a tench coat which is purple, the trimming or outlines are red swirls and designs that compliment the colours of his outfit. Along with his Victorian outfit and white cravat, a oval shaped jewel around his neck that sits at the chest of his attire which shines a murderous red. He is also known for wearing a monocle over his left eye. His suit is completed by the black suede shoes he wears.
He is very level-headed but is an extremely rebellious being. He has the aura of a hero and the atmosphere quakes in his presence. He is extremely honorable also a noble fighter, full of courage with a righteous heart. He understands honor and he has much wisdom. He fight's for what he thinks is right, he fights in the name of honor, glory and justice. He has a way about him that people come to call him a hero among heroes, The Legendary Dark Knight Sparda.
Village of Birth: Konohagakure
Village of Alliance: N/A
Rank and Chakra Info
Rank: Unofficial Sage下げ
- Water Release (Incomplete)
- Lightning Release (Complete)
- Wind Release (Complete)
- Fire Release (Complete)
- Earth Release (Incomplete)
On the outskirts of Konohogakure, on a step aside a porch lay a child bathed in a purple trench-coat. The child was rushed off to a nearby tower and presented to a man, the head of this tower, Mundus. Mundus unraveled the coat that clung to the child. At first he was shocked as silver hair glistened in the sun shine that pour in through a window. The child's eyes were a wild blue, full of life, full of courage, full of righteousness. This kid was out of the ordinary. Nothing like Mundus had seen before. Mundus' face was awe struck, his body tense and strained from holding a mere child.
Mundus pondered and wondered what name would suit this child. He was thinking of something noble and courageous. As he thought about this, the purple cloak fell to the ground, the cloak that was wrapped around the child. Mundus watched as the coat fell to the floor. The instant it touched ground, an odd name flashed through his head. He lookedinto the child's eyes and said, Sparda. The child's eyes grew intense, almost striking fear into the heart of Mundus. The child let out a laugh and it was decided. The name of this child is, Sparda.
Coming of Age
Sparda lived in the castle along side Mundus. Mundus always tried to be a father figure for Sparda but Sparda only saw him as a mentor, a teacher. Mundus trained Sparda in the art of Raiton, though Sparda exceeded all of Mundus' expectations. Sparda quickly grew to to a level that not even the tower guards nor Mundus could comprehend. His raiton skill was his strong point, it was as though his body was tailored for this purpose.
He often trained in the forecourt but was rarely allowed to leave the tower. Mundus was strict with his rules and all who disobeyed said rules were to be punished as though it were a sinful crime. The rules were a bit too extreme for Sparda to follow so he would sneak out from time to time and breeze through the shadows of the Kumogakure, watching and observing other people. He always wanted freedom but could never directly disobey Mundus, he was undoubtedly thankful to Mundus for taking him in and giving him a life, even though it was not a life Sparda would have chose, it was a life non the less.
When Sparda reached his early twenties he became more and more rebellious, though never in a bad way. He was a rebel. He snuck out more, he done it even during the day and Mundus slowly caught on to Sparda. He didn't like the fact that Sparda would leave the castle let alone without his permission.
Mundus confronted Sparda one evening, exclaiming to him that what he was doing behind his back was disrespectful and that he would be seriously punished for it. Sparda took a slight offense to this threat and told Mundus that he no longer wanted to live in the tower. He felt as though he was being punished daily, being trapped behind stone walls and watched nearly 24/7.
Mundus glared at Sparda like he was nothing to him. Sparda took the trench coat and put it on, it still looked new. He took the hilt of his blade, his sword labeled Force Edge. Coming across this blade was another story in all.
He felt a forceful tug almost pulling him to the ground. He saw a flash of steel whizzing towards him from his side using his peripheral vision. His foot stood firm as he twisted his body, drawing his blade at the same time. The edge of his weapon met with another blade, the blade of Mundus.
Mundus was surprised and enraged. No body had ever lifted a blade to him. Sparda though it was himself or Mundus, whoever let up would end up falling unto oblivion.
Sparda thrust his sword upwards with immense force, in turn Mundus's blade was repelled violently back up towards him, he narrowly escaped being decapitated. This enraged him to no bounds, his face steamed red as his eyes rolled back into his skull.
The guards surrounded Sparda, he could not escape if he wanted to. He was never allowed to show his strength as a shinobi, this was the number one rule in the tower. Mundus was afraid of the power that Sparda would have, his heart always feared this but he did not tell anyone why the rule was created. He did not want to show his weakness and feebleness. All cards were out, all rules discarded, no boundaries could hold Sparda back. He yelled to the guards to run, they were only normal people but he knew they were enslaved by Mundus long ago, Sparda could no longer tunr a blind eye on all the sin that Mundus harbored.
They dropped all weapons and attire and headed to the main door in utmost haste. The fear shook them to their core, they felt as though they were being hunted. From slave to prey. Meters away from the entrance, their faces covered with relief but it was all too early for smiles to shroud face.
Back where Sparda stood, he heard screaming. He turned to the direction that Mundus stood, he was gone.
Screams bled into the air, Sparda proceeded quickly towards the entrance of the tower. When he arrived, he saw a sight that he thought he'd never have to see. Mundus had cut three of the guards, clean in half. Entrails, blood and guts spilled out of bodies, painting the floor red. The others only shook idly in fear as tears streamed down their sorry faces. Sparda hated the sight of this pointless bloodshed, he did not want someone with such foul intentions to walk this planet no longer.
A calm rage flowed through his veins.
Sparda walked towards Mundus, Force Edge in hand as raiton chakra was striking everything around him. Mundus flew into the air to descend down onto Sparda with a huge force. Mundus was going for a finishing shot. Sparda stopped to watch Mundus, as Mundas came thrashing down, Sparda merely lifted his sword over his head. Mundus's sword struck the edge of Spardas blade, a sharp clang vibrated through the atmosphere. Mundus fell to the ground as his sword cracked and chipped like old rusty metal.
He crawled back in fear, looking up at Sparda. Mundus was being engulfed by a limitless emptyness as he stared hesitantly into Sparda's eyes. He ordered his guards to strike Sparda down at any cost, though his orders fell on deaf ears. His so called men were still stunned in fear from what had happened previously. Sparda asked them to leave. They left with no hesitation, free from their shackles, they could go back to their own families.
Mundus started to preach to Sparda, calling him his son, telling him if he stops then he will forgive Sparda for disobeying his orders. Sparda swung his blade horizontally from right to left. Mundus only gazed at Sparda. A blindness tore threw Mundus as all feeling left him. Nothing but his hearing was left, the last words he heard were "You a the father of no-one"
Mundus thought he was falling unconscious, little did he know that he was never to wake from this eternal slumber. Mundus had fallen.
The Legendary Dark Knight Sparda
Years passed since the fall of Mundus. Sparda had settled down, he had lovely wife named Eva. She was pregnant at this time. Sparda's name was known by old and young. The story of his rebellion drifted on the whisper of the winds. People were told the tale of Sparda and in turn, the name of the hero had his name carved in history among many shinobi. He was known as The Legendary Dark Knight Sparda. A fitting name for a shinobi full of courage, born and raised in the darkness.
His past stayed in the past. He thought more of the future. Though not long before Eva gave birth. Sparda had vanished. Never to be seen again. His wife gave birth to twins, boys. Eva passed away from a sickness, still awaiting for the return of her Knight. Her two sons were to be known as legends, their names carved into the ultimate Shinobi pantheon next to the Legendary Knight Sparda.
His coming was still awaited by many.
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