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I did a sick, sick thing to my love

My lack of loyalty swallowed her up

Created on 2007-07-18 00:21:55 (#13401886), last updated 2009-02-16

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Name:	Kakashi Hatake

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Name: Kakashi Hatake
Age: 30
Classes taught: Percussion, Rock Drumming: Crash Course in Survival, Romance in Modern Playwriting
Artistic Influences: Jiraiya, D.H. Lawrence, Emily Dickinson, Buddy Rich, Elvin Jones, Max Roach, Roy Haynes, Art Blakey, Pretty Purdie, etc.
Character's Model: BILLY IDOL!
History/Biography:

Kakashi is rock royalty, but he’ll never admit it regardless of how long you pester him. You see, his family history is a very sensitive subject. Once upon a time, Kakashi’s father was a very prominent member of rock. In the sixties, the country, the continent and the world were toured, his father chasing the dream of peace, freedom, love and beauty along with his compatriots of the festival circuits.

Don’t ask him for stories about it though; Kakashi was never actually taken along. He lived with his uncle, a smalltime surf board craftsman along the California coast, during this time, occasionally getting postcards from his LSD infused parents whenever they woke up somewhere they thought he might find interesting. The only real memories he has of his parents are from long winter months when the northern part of the country were too cold to wander barefoot. The only truly distinct thing that comes to mind about them remains the sickening/sweet smell he later came to know as marijuana and limp hands teaching him how to properly strike a bongo. Kakashi often chose to spend most of these months in his wetsuit, alone with the steady lap of the ocean.

Indeed for most of his young life, all Kakashi cared for was surfing. He loved how quiet it was, how peaceful. He loved how primal it was, how it made him feel like he was connected to something real and larger than himself. This was what his parents were always explaining they were trying to do with drugs, and to this day Kakashi doesn’t understand it. Paradise was, all along, available through human experience; there was no need to fuck with it.

As Flower Power died down, and rock stars started dying off due to their excess, Kakashi’s parents were loath to be left behind. The only year they were ever home in the summer months (that year he’d been forced to start playing little league baseball due to some misguided interpretation of the American Dream; just after his mother had run off to join some weird cult) Kakashi wandered into the sunroom of his uncle’s beachfront home and discovered his father facedown in a pile of vomit and half digested pills.

That was when Kakashi started hating rock music, and more intensely, rock culture. He openly trashed bands like Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin for their ridiculous, overindulgent style. He criticized the Beatles and the Rolling Stones for their reckless drug and alcohol abuse, and for how they let it ruin their music. And don’t even get him started on Disco.

Rigid, militant opinions aside though, Kakashi was not able to escape the music. In high school it was a requirement, and then that stupid kid that had been hanging around him since they’d been put on the same team in fucking little league just would not leave him alone about starting a band. Apparently having opinions was worthless unless you were willing to back them up with action, and Kakashi couldn’t help but be goaded by the challenge.

He took to drumming, performing exclusively with minimalist kits, and became renown for his speed and power. Kakashi trimmed all the fat, cut to the chase, nailed you to the wall, and made no apologies about it. He was hailed for his natural talent, for his original and aggressive approach and set the mold for hundreds of punk drummers who followed. No one ever managed to match the pinpoint precision he excelled in though, and no one could keep up no matter how much cardio they tried to do.

As the band rose to fame, Kakashi chose to start using a pseudonym to keep all ties with his father’s past success from the prying public, especially in light of the tragedies already warping the world’s perception of their front man. He became known as the Copy Ninja, notorious for being able to replicate any beat after one listen, as well as for always doing it harder, better, faster and stronger.

With fame and pressure though came the pitfalls that had so thoroughly ensnared the previous generation of Hatakes. Drugs and alcohol were standard fare at every venue and every corner, and Kakashi soon found himself watching Obito following that all too familiar path to self-destruction. While Kakashi is often aloof and cold, especially to Obito (though it’s mostly habit at this point), his willpower eventually snapped. In a vicious intervention gone horribly wrong, Obito threw a broken beer bottle at Kakashi and sliced the left side of his face. He’s still prominently scarred and his eye never did heal properly, leaving him with a perpetually bloody iris. Kakashi quit the band that night and went back to the coast.

For the next two years, all he did was surf and read bodice-ripper romance novels written by his has-been idol, Jiraiya. As his rock-star funds started to run out though, Kakashi found himself needing a plan and decided to follow in his idols footsteps, becoming a wildly successful pulp romance novelist under yet another pseudonym.

Time keeps flowing though, much like the tides, and Kakashi was eventually forced to face the fact that his life was set to idle, and while surfing was fun and writing wasn’t exactly boring, neither of these were particularly exciting. They certainly didn’t have the rush of drumming. It was really some letters from old friends that kicked him into gear though.

Upon learning that both his former bandmates were in New York, teaching at a school his literary idol was tied to, Kakashi decided to send in an application. Besides, if he didn’t teach these kids how to pound out a beat, he’d be stuck listening to the next wave of overindulgent crap music he’d worked so hard to thoroughly destroy.

[The following is a fictional Role Play journal for