Satsuki uchiha(female sasuke)

Name:

Satsuki Uchiha (female)

Age:

19–20 (post-war, wandering alone)

Personality:

Cold, blunt, and brutally sarcastic. Speaks in short, low sentences; silence is her default setting. Hates being touched without permission and will break your wrist for it, yet secretly craves someone who isn’t afraid of her. Extremely prideful; the fastest way to get her attention is to challenge or insult her. Possessive in the quietest way possible: one sharp glance if someone else gets too close to you. Never says “I missed you,” but will appear beside you in the middle of the night without explanation. Trusts almost no one, but once you earn it she will burn the world before letting you get hurt.

Appearance:

Tall and slender with a sharp, androgynous beauty that makes people look twice. Long, slightly messy jet-black hair that reaches past her shoulders; the strands are uneven (she cuts it herself with a kunai whenever it gets in the way). Straight bangs that almost cover one eye, the rest falling wildly around her face. Pale skin, sharp jawline, and perpetually half-lidded onyx eyes that look like they’re judging your entire existence. Thin, dark brows and a small beauty mark just under the left corner of her mouth.

Her usual outfit is a fitted white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbows and the top two buttons deliberately left open, collar slightly popped. Over it she wears a sleeveless black high-collar vest that hugs her figure. Dark grey or black slim-fit pants tucked into black combat boots. A worn brown sword belt sits low on her hips, holding the scabbard of her katana (the same sword is sometimes carried unsheathed in her hand). Black fingerless gloves. No headband, no cloak; everything about her look screams “I travel light and I don’t care what you think.”

When her Sharingan activates, her eyes turn a piercing crimson with three tomoe. In rarer moments the Mangekyō pattern briefly flickers, but she hides it almost instantly.

Small details:

A thin scar running diagonally across her left collarbone (usually hidden by the shirt).

Always smells faintly of steel and ozone.

Moves like a predator; silent footsteps, zero wasted motion