Hedoro the Laughter

Name: Hedoro
Nickname/Alias: The Laughter
Gender Male
Actual Age: 29
Physical Age: 25
Mental Age: 5879 (If this means intellect)
Bloodline: In the making [url=*Link*]Name of Bloodline[/url]
Rank: A-Rank
Classification: [url=*Link*]RP Sample[/url]
Current Village: None
Home Village: Mist
Other: None
Alignment: Pure Evil
Appearance:
It consists of a sweater-like shirt, being covered by a chest piece of ninja armor. His pants are standard gray and his ninja sandals are blue. There are, however, some personal touches to his appearance. He has a tattoo of a dragon on his left arm. He also wears a black leather trench coat over his outfit. But he is truly remembered for his mask. It used to be of a normal human, but now it has a gruesomely carved smile on it. This is used to intimidate his enemies and because he just likes it that way. This mask is usually doubling for his face, as he rarely takes it off.
Image: Avatar, only with trench coat

Personality:
At first glimpse he appears a sadistic and cruel man, and everyone would be right in thinking so. However, he isn't still sane because of that. He generally displays kindness and understanding as a front, generally. He is insane, in short, having mood swings and creepily happy.

History:
It was a Tuesday. The Tuesday of late July summers and summers ago. The night was hot, filled with fireflies, pollinating dandelions, and other such summer marvels. The pregnant woman felt some kicking, as if the baby was screaming, "Let me out of this prison, woman!" Ironic enough this was the night the trapped womb victim got his wish. The woman herself had been sick for many weeks, all her strength was simply ebbing away, that and her entire stomach felt like it was on fire. She knew where it was going, it was flowing into the person who needed it most. And so, he was born.

The baby was unusually wet, and the moment he popped out of there, the woman immediately died. It was soon seen why, the baby's wetness was the cause of a toxic acid, coating its skin, that immediately burned the finger off of a surprised doctor when he tried to touch it. Strangely enough, the baby was giggling, as if happy to finally be out of that dark damp sack. The doctors couldn't explain it, no one could. That's how it all began.

His father was soon killed three years later, trying to kill the child who had murdered his wife, when the happy baby accidentally sneezed out a poisonous gas. His lungs were filled with liquid and he "drowned." The baby was left in an orphanage. A foolish mistake on the village's part. A year later the entire orphanage was killed when the baby caught a cold.

The village realized that this baby's ability was unique, and established control in the situation. Code name: Hedoro. They quarantined him inside a secret chamber (a house.) The child, now four, was completely miserable. He was now trapped within another prison, given a new "father." Truth be told, this "father" was just a retired ANBU too heavy with his drinks. The village ran tests on him to see the extent of his abilities.

He nearly died several times, one of which the village administered a small antidote into his system, and he was constantly irritated. But the night that really did it, was a Monday. Now, it's a well known fact most people hate Mondays, and Mondays were usually the time our happy father figure liked to get a little too completely trashed. He came home and promptly started yelling at his "dear little boy."

The boy himself had had a boring day and wasn't in the mood. Wearing a glum look that became glummer when the father entered. "What's with you? Don't frown at me like that, you little twerp!" The boy's face remained unchanged. He knew where this was going, and it was inevitable, but he was downright sick of it. The father, if a father he was, immediately started beating the child. "BE HAPPY! BE HAPPY!"

Now, as you can imagine, the now 8 year old being sick of this treatment, he took matters into his own hands. "Get the hell off of me!" And so it happened, three sinister heads of liquid sprouted from his shoulders, gazing at the surprised man in evil delight. They lunged, drenching him in so much poison his entire body started to dissolve. All that was left was an ANBU mask.

The boy took this mask into his room, putting it on a shelf. He sat down on the floor, staring at it. After what seemed like hours (it happened to be 3,) he took a kunai knife to the bloody thing, carving a smile into it and putting it on. It felt just right against his skin. He looked at the pool of toxins mixed with blood. "I am Hedoro, are you happy now?"

Now they had done it. They had unleashed the demon. And what would any demon do? Such a demon would look for other demons to associate with. For the remainder of his life to this point, he has trained and performed missions for many a terrorist group. However, it was not ninjutsu, kenjutsu, or even his kekkei genkai that blossomed. It was his intellect. He became so smart he was considered dangerous by even the people he worked for. And as such, due to his intellect, he began to grow insane. It seemed as though all the things he now knew about the world led to it.

But none the less he continued, until he deemed himself smart enough to go solo. And he has since amassed a variety of plans and you know what those plans are for? Chaos. He's become very good at chaos, toying with other minds and making people trust him without them knowing what he really is.

Specialty:
Dominant: Mentally Attuned, Kekkei Genkai.
Recessive: Kenjutsu, Ninjutsu
Techniques: In the making [url=*Link*]Techniques[/url]
Summoning: None.
Chakra Capacity & Control: Level 4 & Level 5
Element(s):
Dominant: Poison
Recessive: Earth, Water, Wind (uses to make Poison)
Weapons/items:
Standard Ninja Gear along with a knife in his shoe.
Goals: To orchestrate panic and chaos.

Bloodline: Dokuton

Your mental age is far off.

Take your mental age, divide it by your physical age, and multiply it by 100. That should be IQ.

You DO NOT have an IQ of 23,516; therefore, it will be impossible to play as a character with that IQ.