Yumejiku, Mugen (Kumogakure Jounin)

So sweet he'll give you fucking diabetes. In all seriousness, Mugen is a bit of a goody two-shoes as well as a model citizen; the man's the very vision of the biblical term 'good Samaritan'. Helping old, frail women to cross a bustling intersection, taking time out of his busy schedule to pick up and discard a stray piece of trash, perishing the thought of even so much as thinking to disobey an order...ya'know; the sort of thing you'd expect to see from the kid in class who was, obviously, the teacher's favorite. And did I mention the lavender capped shinobi is rarely ever seen without a beaming smile dressing the untarnished slate of pale skin that is his face? No matter what the circumstances may be (Village going down in a raging sea of flames, massive blood loss, etc), chances are, Mugen's face is as bright and sunny as a sweltering summer's evening. He's been called perfect. Annoyingly so, at that. But what so many fail to realize is that it's all simply a cleverly erected and well managed facade. A masquerade, if you will. His incessantly gleeful nature, his overdone consideration for others, his unquestioning obedience, everything is just for display. Just like the jeweled Egyptian sarcophagus of a deceased pharaoh, the abomination of a ninja is: beautiful to behold and stimulating to the eyes, but inside lies nothing less than the concealed, hideous vulgarity of the past ruler's cold, rotting corpse. But, so long as he's a benefit to society, it's fine, right? To atone for the blasphemous wrongs that were his parent's love and his birth, it's acceptable to stifle his true identity, yes? Perfect, eh? Mugen's no such thing. Behind the beautified shell of falsehood and fabrication lies the true Mugen Yumejiku: A kindred spirit that seeks only the acceptance and comradeship of those around him. The last thing that even the lowest Genin would offer to the half breed death-dealer.