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<sub>Gang: Konohagumi
Tattoo: Leaf symbol around his NAVEL because he's a hata' and wanted to bite off Neji.
Personality: Fortunately (or maybe not) for most who know Lee, his personality is definitely… big. He does everything in excess. He’s loud and exuberant and loyal and dedicated and hardworking and youthful. He strives to excel at what he does best, strives to be better than his self-proclaimed enemy Neji, strives to help his gang in anything he can. And while Lee isn’t exactly the kind of guy who would purposely set out to hurt anyone, not even the tiniest bug, he won’t hesitate in doing so if his friends have been endangered, or if he has to prove himself in the process. He’s far too polite sometimes, can’t think wrong of a single soul (until they prove it, of course), and so caring that it may be considered a fault. Really, Lee’s just a great guy.


History: Normal. A strange word, especially for anyone entering the yakuza business, or even thinking about it. But the word rang extremely true for Rock Lee. There was nothing much to say about his early life, where he lived a fairly nice and peaceful existence with his mother and father. He went to school and did well enough to pass and keep his parents content, and when it came to his taijutsu lessons, he excelled far more than he would have needed to, which definitely pleased his parents. All in all, an existence devoid of anything tragic, life altering, traumatic, or much of anything but normality.

Naturally, such things always come to an end. Lee had always been subjected to teasing (he was far too eccentric for his own good, sometimes, and his unnaturally shiny black hair and bushy eyebrows did nothing to help him blend in) and at one point, just that one damn time, he made the mistake of letting himself get riled up and actually retaliating.

He didn’t realize he had retaliated against a student who’s father was part of the local gang, and that the moment the boy had told his father about the incident, Lee’s family, everything, was in danger.

Something strange happened, however. There were no threats against his life. No mysterious letters slipped into his locker. Nothing too out of the ordinary. And when the boy asked him, politely, to meet him out at the gates of school when he finished class, at a time where both students and staff were littering the lot, Lee was shocked enough to agree.

The boy’s father had taken an interest in the flying-kick, bushy-eyebrow, ugly boy who had managed to pummel his kid into the ground. And because he had taken an interest, he had invited Lee to join the gang. Protection. Training. Friends. A way to continue working in bettering the world (because the guy made gangs sound like the United Nations).

That was how Lee found himself involved in the yakuza life. Normality had ceased to exist the moment he got the tattoo and he was thrust into the dangerous world of tattoo wearing, pistol waving men. He didn’t mind so much after he met his best friends, after he realized that the people he was constantly surrounded with outside of school were really, in the end, very good people with their hearts in the right place.

Four years later, and Lee still thinks that being part of the Japanese underground isn’t as bad as it’s made out to be. That, and his part-time day job teaching an assortment of younger kids the ways of youth and taijutsu make it worth it.</sub>

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