Guess I should start with the events that led up to my dubiously untimely arrival on the human planet called Earth.I was known as Tetrarch Dammek, one of four rebel leaders within the underground revolution of Alternia. My caste name was top secret, classified information known only by my moirail, Xefros. Yeah, alright, I was kind of a huge dick to him, but he was my closest friend at the time and I did care about him deeply. I wouldn't have put just anyone in that quadrant, especially considering my uneasy position in the Alternian social hierarchy, what with being a lowblood and a rebel leader in possession of various sources of treasonous information.All that pressure and responsibility turned me into a bit of a paranoid whackjob, to be honest. I set up CCTV cameras all around my hive and Xefros's that I monitored closely as often as physically possible. I put myself and Xefros through some crazy stuff under the delusion that we were constantly in a state of peril and that anyone and everyone was out to kill us all the time. I enforced rigorous sleep training on both of us, only allowed Xefros to eat food that I felt could be trusted, and didn't let him go anywhere without telling me or taking me with him.Although, I kind of assume that he probably managed to sneak out without my knowledge a handful of times. I kept a close eye on him, but it wasn't uncommon for me to get so wrapped up in my conspiratorial planning and research that I would clock out from the world around me for hours at a time. Besides, I know he probably hated it when I tagged along with him, seeing as I would always drag him through back alleys and inconvenient routes to get wherever it was we wanted to go.All of this to say that I had a heap of shit riding on my shoulders night in and and night out to keep up with the overwhelming conditions of organizing a rebellion and it didn't do great things for my mental health (not that that had ever been a major concern in Alternian culture; healthcare in and of itself was not only a privilege but such a cagey practice that even highbloods didn't trust their medicullers and tended to rely mostly on their own personal medicalizers instead, but I digress). I worked closely with the other three Tetrarchs on Alternia, but who were we kidding? We were all a bunch of pupae playing with weapons and technology we didn't fully understand in a race against time before we hit our Rites of Maturation and were forced off-planet, cutting off all communication with the inhabitants of Alternia.We all came to the conclusion that our best bet of overthrowing the Alternian hierarchy was from the homeworld itself, since adult trolls who passed their trials were never seen or heard from again. None of us actually knew what happened after the Rites of Maturation, other than what the Empire told us to prepare for. Frankly, none of us were interested in finding out, either. Even if getting shipped off meant potentially recruiting more powerful comrades, we couldn't be sure, and that meant it wasn't worth the risk.When I came into possession of the Cherub Portal, I was convinced that it was the means to our salvation as a species. I didn't really have a clue what it did, what it was for, or where it came from, but I could just feel something powerful and imminent about it, as if it were calling out to me to use it in some way. After some time spent studying its technology, I was able to create a battery to power it on. When I sent Xefros to insert that battery, I never expected that it would throw such a ginormous, fuck-faced wrench into all my hard work and diligent planning. I was whisked away from Alternia, my moirail, and the revolution entirely and planted in some dingy, unfamiliar hivehold in front of the ugliest fucking alien I had ever seen.That ugly fucking alien happened to be named Jude Harley and, in spite of first impressions, he turned out to be my greatest ally and asset.I'm bored of this and exhausted from trying to recall memories. I'll add more to this page later maybe.

What can be said about the lovely Lanque Bombyx? Oh, I'm just dying to tell you all about myself. Although, I do rather enjoy leaving just a taste of mystery to keep you wanting more... Who knows?Let's see, where do I begin... I suppose it's true that, as a silly little pupa, I really was quite innocent and naive. I mean, I was a mid-caste, after all. Life was never too difficult or too breezy one way or the other, but I suppose that's why I grew to be so eccentric~ What is there to life without a little excitement, a little zest, a little adventure? I wanted to have as many experiences as I could without being limited by concepts like "kindness" and "cruelty", "good" and "bad", and other such nonsense. I don't really believe in that kind of dichotomy, anyway. It's all subjective, if you ask me. All that really matters is whether or not you enjoy yourself, right?Well, at any rate, I dove horns first into my hedonistic lifestyle just as soon as opportunities began presenting themselves. Poetry, drugs, sex, acting—you name it, I was doing it (as long as there was something to be gained, that is). I absolutely despised being part of a jadeblood cloister and did everything in my power to escape the suffocating confines of the brooding caverns at any and every opportunity, though that meddlesome Lynera always seemed to find a way to drag me back. That is, until I got away scotch free after the trial and made my final escape to live the life that I wanted rather than what was expected of me.

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Some of the more significant details of my life start at the beginning. I was born a very sick child and even nearly died at birth, according to what my father told me. I had a rare immune condition that made me prone to infection, though I can't say for sure what it was in today's terms. The healers in my clan were only barely able to keep me alive and it wasn't until Hashirama developed a medical ninjutsu that negated most of my symptoms that I was able to perform as a shinobi. However, this jutsu would turn out to be temporary, though I didn't discover that until later in life.My fragile health was the reason that I began to learn fuinjutsu and place various seals across my body to enhance my health and abilities. The seals on my face reduced my eyes' sensitivity to life and negated any poisonous or toxins I happened to ingest. I had markings around my ankles to improve my speed, around my ankles and on the backs of my hands to channel my chakra and strengthen my jutsu, a seal on my stomach to bolster my immune system, and on my arms and legs to store chakra in order to use my other seals effectively. Once Mito came to the village, she was able to correct the flaws in my original designs that took a toll on my body, adding seals on my shoulders, neck, and back to redirect my chakra more effectively and balance the disproportionate amount of chakra I was using previously. That woman was truly a godsend.When the Hyuga clan came to the village, their elders set forth the condition that their matriarch, Amateru Hyuga, be married into the Senju clan as a form of "insurance" to solidify their alliance. The Hyuga were known to prefer to keep their bloodline "pure", but they recognized the benefits of introducing a strong Senju into their lineage, and since Hashirama was already married to a different member of the Uzumaki clan by this time, the Senju elders presented me for the arranged marriage. It wasn't a favourable position to be in, but I knew that my brother wanted the Hyuga as allies rather than enemies, so I accepted. Although, even Amateru had her reservations about it, but she informed me in private that if she were to refuse this treaty presented by her clan elders, she would be deposed as matriarch.While our marriage was forced, we did eventually grow to enjoy each other’s company, and though we never quite fell in love, we did conceive a son named Chiyuki. He mostly took after his mother, inheriting her black-and-white hair, and was able to use the Byakugan despite his normally blue eyes. Due to this, he inherited the right to become Amateru's successor of the Hyuga clan when she eventually died in battle during the First Shinobi World war..Contrary to "canon" events, Madara was the own who married Mito, while Hashirama was betrothed to her younger sister, the heiress apparent Shimizu. While Mito was originally supposed to marry Hashirama, as had become something of a custom between our clans, she fell for Madara instead...somehow. Given that she refused to go through with a marriage to Hashirama because of this, she was stripped of her birth right as heiress, which was given to Shimizu instead. Madara and Mito produced a daughter named Enishiya, who not only inherited their legacies, but grew to become quite the legend herself throughout her life.The First Shinobi World War was also the war that should have claimed my life, but I had an ace up my sleeve: senjutsu. I learned the art of gathering natural energy from Hashirama—at least the fundamental theory of it, but I only truly gained the ability to use senjutsu after studying in the sacred jungle of the wild cat domain. I had gone through many trials to earn my right to stand amoungst their pride and be worthy of their respect enough to form a contract with them. I passed on this summoning contract to Kagami when he became one of my pupils and dubbed him my successor of the Hokage legacy.Before you ask, yes, when I used senjutsu, I gained feline-like features... I kindly ask that no one makes inappropriate comments to me about this.I didn't live very long after Kagami became Hokage, but I was around to see Chiyuki act as his advisor and help stabilize tensions between the Uchiha and the rest of the village. Unfortunately, the jutsu Hashirama had used on me to "cure" me of my illness as a child was finally beginning to wane and I could feel the effects rapidly deteriorating my body. In my final hours, I found myself in the crypt of Madara Uchiha, having a conversation with myself about my regrets and unfulfilled wishes. I asked him to forgive me for the death of his brother and said that he and Izuna would both have been proud to see everything Kagami had accomplished in such a short time. I died quietly next to an empty coffin.When I was initially reanimated alongside Hashirama by Orochimaru during their attack on the village in the midst of the Chunin Exams, the battle that ensued remained largely the same as the "canon" events, though instead of fighting Hiruzen, we fought against an aged Kagami. My brother and I had no control over our bodies or speech once Orochimaru placed the seal inside of us, so we were forced to act according to their will.When I was reanimated during the Fourth Shinobi World War, I was furious that Madara had gone to such lengths to terrorize the village and the world at large. I told him that he had disrespected Izuna’s eyes by using them in that way, which set him off on a rampage instead of waiting to fight Hashirama.His frontal assault was clearly unplanned and guided purely by rage, which made it easy to subdue him for a time. While he eventually broke free of me and Hashirama, we provided enough of a break for the others to attack Obito and Zetsu. Madara pinned me down with his chakra rods to deal with later while he faced Hashirama one-on-one.Sasuke freed me from the rods and I coordinated a suiton jutsu with his Chidori to immobilize the biju until they were free from Madara’s control. After that I left Madara to Hashirama and tag-teamed with Minato using our Kage Bunshin and Hiraishin to attack Obito and Zetsu.After his change of heart, Kabuto entered the battlefield to heal Sasuke. When he saw the state the Allied Shinobi Forces were in against the enemy, he revealed his trump card: another reanimation he hadn’t used during the first wave of the war. Much of the fighting came to a halt when Izuna Uchiha stepped out of the coffin Kabuto summoned, including Madara’s battle with Hashirama.I watched Madara fall to his knees as Izuna approached him, speechless as they embraced each other. All was quiet as Izuna asked him why he was creating more war when he had only ever dreamed of peace when they were alive. His words seemed to make Madara realize the “error of his ways”, as it were.Izuna convinced Madara to let go of his anger and both of their reanimated bodies dissipated peacefully. Black Zetsu was unsatisfied with this outcome and used itself to forcibly revive Kaguya through Obito since he was still the Jubi’s jinchuriki at the time. The other reanimated Hokage and I were left helpless to do anything with everyone trapped in the roots of the God Tree while Kaguya stole away the last living resistance into one of her dimensions.In the meantime, Hashirama convinced us to “catch up” on what he and I missed during Kagami’s and Minato’s time as Hokage. Kagami told me that Chiyuki lived a long, bountiful life as a shinobi and helped him run a great and prosperous village. He also mentioned that Chiyuki had had a daughter of his own named Amane after her grandmother. Kagami was proudly made her godfather. He neglected to mention until further prompting that Chiyuki’s wife had been none other than Enishiya Uchiha. I had mixed feelings about this, but there was nothing to be done about it at that point.Unfortunately, Kagami also revealed that Danzo had still succeeded in manipulating Itachi Uchiha to execute the Uchiha massacre. Kagami had survived after a direct confrontation with Itachi, but Danzo had provided the means for his escape, having convinced Kagami at the time that Itachi's actions had been warranted to prevent an Uchiha uprising. Kagami felt responsible for the demise of his clan, having been unable to stop it from happening, and expressed that Minato likely could have done more were he still alive at the time.He also recounted the accomplishments of Enishiya Uchiha, who had perished during the Third Shinobi World War and had established quite the name for herself as the "Uchiha Warrior Princess". Evidently, she had taught herself senjutsu as well from the last of the Sage Dragons of Jigokuzan, a massive volcano in Yama no Kuni, and became the first Dargon Sage in millennia. After hearing about that, I buried my doubts of my son's decision to marry her. Uchiha or not, even I couldn't shirk the tale of her strength even just hearing about it second-hand. Although, that did pose the question of why she wasn't a prime candidate for the Edo Tensei, unless she was similarly trapped away in the Shiki Fūjin that prevented her soul from being recalled into the living plane. Neither Kagami nor Minato could confirm this, however, seeing as her death had apparently remained something of a mystery even to them.Once Kaguya had been defeated and the Infinite Tsukuyomi was released, our souls were freed and we returned to the Pure Land. I wished that I could have stuck around for a while longer, if only to satisfy my curiosity about how events would continue to unfold in the wake of the Fourth Shinobi World War, but I had to settle for spectating from the afterlife instead, at least until I ended up here.

Most of the events in my life remained the same up until the Fourth Shinobi World War, but there were a couple of significant discrepancies. Prior to the founding of Konohagakure, following the battle that would have resulted in Izuna's death, Hashirama brought Tobirama to me in an act of good faith, proposing a truce between our clans while we discussed the terms of the treaty Hashirama had begun to devise. Tobirama was to remain with the Uchiha during this time, serving his sentence, as it were, by providing medical attention to Izuna's injuries.Tobirama had learned medical ninjutsu from his brother and, while his abilities weren't quite as miraculous as Hashirama's, they were sufficient in keeping Izuna alive and slowly restoring him back to health in his coma-like state. While I was undeniably grateful that my last surviving brother was being treated, I still could not set aside the fact that Tobirama was the one to put him in that state in the first place. I more or less kept Tobirama prisoner within the Uchiha settlement, ordering strict surveillance over him at all times. Neither of us were particularly fond of being in each other's presence, but as time went on and peace talks continued, we gradually came to understand one another better than we once had.By the time that the Senju-Uchiha alliance was sealed and Izuna was back in good health, Tobirama and I had begun to regard each other as equals, something that Hashirama was much too pleased about. Konohagakure was born and, while I still passed up the opportunity to become the "Hokage" of this new village, I was appointed Hashirama's advisor, along with his brother. Many of the shinobi in the village expressed concerns about my position in whispers and rumours, proving that it would still take quite some time before they would come to trust me.It was that skeptical attitude from all corners of the village that isolated me. I spent many hours alone in the Naka Shrine in search of answers from our patron deity, Susano'o no Mikoto, desperate for a solution that would earn the village's trust, but as I began to decipher the contents of the stone tablet beneath the shrine, I became convinced that the reason I felt no belonging there was because it was little more than a charade. At least, that was the conclusion I came to as I interpreted the hidden meaning in the words that had been altered by Black Zetsu, unbeknownst to me at the time.After several failed attempts of persuading members of my clan to see the "truth" and follow me to a path of salvation for the Uchiha, I fled the village. Even Izuna, alive and well, was reluctant to heed my warnings as he had come to appreciate the villagge and what it represented. I had much to think about and I couldn't do that with those who did not trust me breathing down my neck and observing my every move. Hashirama sent messenger birds to come find me over the course of several months, expressing his laments of my absence, detailing how the village continued to grow, sharing the news of his marriage and how he was heartbroken that I couldn't have been there...A part of me began to wonder if I shouldn't come back and try to drown away my doubts of what the village meant for my clan. However, after several more months of no contact with Hashirama wherein my suspicions were allowed to continue to fester, I received an unexpected visitor in the form of Tobirama, who brought with him the lifeless body of my younger brother. Wrought with anger, grief, and regret, I mourned, and as Tobirama explained what had happened and why Hashirama had yet to send word of Izuna's death, I felt my resolve harden. I took Izuna's eyes—the last piece of him that I could still keep close to me—and awakened the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan.Tobirama, though understanding of my grief, held his ground against me when I tried to march toward the village once more with the intent of challenging Hashirama to a battle to the death. Alas, though Tobirama had grown much stronger since the last time we had fought each other seriously, he was still no match against me. He inevitably vanished with that Hiraishin jutsu of his to warn his brother ahead of time, but it didn't change the outcome. I had still obtained control over Kurama in the time that I was gone, intent on keeping it as an ace up my sleeve for a moment just such as this.Although Hashirama defeated me, I was still able to resurrect with the Izanagi, a chunk of Hashirama's flesh safe in hand. Everything else remained relatively the same until the time that I was resurrected during the war. When I clashed with Hashirama on the battlefield, the annoying bastard actually managed to talk some sense into me. He explained how the Infinite Tsukuyomi couldn't bring salvation to anyone if it stripped others of their free will to choose their own paths, and that that was nothing close to "true peace"."Look around," he had told me, gesturing out toward the armies of the Five Great Nations that had come together under one goal. "If the village we created was really destined to fail, how is all of this possible?"Those words resonated with me more than anything else. I couldn't deny the truth of what he was saying. In spite of the circumstances, the great nations of the shinobi world still managed to put aside their differences and work as one, united front. Nobody had to subjugate them or force them to obey. They decided to fight together to protect what they all believed in. It was...a humbling realization, to say the least.But that wasn't the end of it. By this point, Black Zetsu had already taken control of Obito's body to force him to use the Rinne Rebirth jutsu to revive me to my full former glory. I was still able to obtain my Rinnegan eye from another Zetsu, but what I planned to do with it now had drastically changed course. To keep an already long story from getting much longer, the entire war changed directions when I turned my blade against Black Zetsu instead. Outraged that his plans had been foiled, Black Zetsu commanded his White Zetsu clones to attack, even going so far as to awaken the sleeping clones from Kaguya's hidden ruins as they crawled out of the ground to join the battle. Now that I was fighting on the side of the Allied Shinobi Forces, however, the remainder of the war came quickly and without many more casualties.Following the spiritual gathering of all the former kage that had been reanimated with Edo Tensei, all of their souls ascended for the final time. All but one, that is. Tobirama lingered and it quickly became apparent that his soul was not quite ready to depart from this world, still clinging to its unfinished business. It didn't take me very long to figure out that that "unfinished business" had to do with me, considering that my revived body would now live on, and our last encounter in life had ended on such a strained note.Hagoromo, understanding of the circumstances, bestowed the last remnants of his life essence unto Tobirama to grant him a revived body of his own, putting a final end to the legendary Sage of Six Paths. I feel no shame now in admitting that a part of me was the slightest bit relieved.Tobirama would return to Konohagakure to serve in the ANBU Black Ops, but before I was permitted to return as well, I was imprisoned at Hozuki Castle alongside Sasuke and Obito, who had also survived since we avoided the encounter with Kaguya Otsutsuki altogether. Sasuke was, of course, pardoned first by Naruto as the Seventh Hokage, while Obito and I spent a little while longer within the castle walls while the village decided what to do with us. Eventually, Obito was pardoned on behalf of the former Sixth Hokage, Kakashi Hatake, who apparently vouched for him. Then there was just me. Another month or so went by until I, too, received my pardon, though it was never made clear who issued it.I was brought back to the village, given a home within the walls of the former Uchiha compound, and placed under constant surveillance by a certain ANBU. I wasn't allowed to leave the village for quite some time after that, but I had very few qualms about that, considering the privileges I was already being gifted. It took some personal adjustments to swallow my pride over it all, but I did understand that the fact that I was still alive at that time was a blessing in and of itself. It wasn't as if the vast majority of the village was ready to accept me with open arms, after all.The Uchiha District wasn't quite as bustling as I remembered it to be, but I admit that it was still nice to live amoungst my kinsmen after all was said and done. Obito took quite a while to warm back up to me after he came to understand the way I had manipulated him in his youth, but he eventually came around. Sasuke remained wary and aloof, but that seemed fairly par for the course for him. It wasn't my intention to spy on him, but I couldn't help but notice when a Hyuga girl began coming by more and more often. Eventually, she even introduced herself to me: Hinata Hyuga.The two married and brought three new Uchiha children into the world since the downfall of our clan: twins—a boy named Yozuru and a girl named Soraka—and their youngest daughter, Shirei. Yozuru and Soraka eached possessed a Sharingan and Byakugan in their eyes, which came as quite the shock to nearly everyone, considering this was the first recorded instance of such a thing happening naturally. Then again, the Uchiha and Hyuga were never quite that friendly with each other even from my time, so that was to be expected. However, curiously, Shirei didn't seem to possess either dojutsu, at least not from I remember of her youth.On a less relevant note, Naruto went on to marry Sakura, the disciple of the Fifth Hokage and inheritor of the Strength of a Hundred Seal possessed by Mito Uzumaki, who had passed it on to her granddaughter. Quite the formidable duo, if you ask me. They bore two children: a bright and ambitious redheaded girl named Minami, and a younger son named Noriaki, who seemed to take after Naruto the most. There was also another Uzumaki girl who appeared in the village many years later to attend the Ninja Academy. Considering the scarce lack of Uzumaki in this day and age, I found this rather curious, and Sasuke eventually confided in me that the girl, Katsuki, was his illegitimate daughter conceived with someone he had worked with before the war. Now, then, an Uzumaki and Uchiha child? I was very interested in observing her progress as a shinobi.To my surprise, I was afforded the opportunity to do just that when Naruto informed me that I had served my sentence confined to the village and could begin leading a genin team of my own, if I so desired. It had been over a decade since the end of the war, so perhaps it was a reasonable time to spend paying my dues, but for some reason I was still surprised. I accepted the offer, of course, and found myself the captain of Katsuki's team, along with Yozuru Uchiha and one other whose name I can't quite recall right now...I suppose it's also worth noting that, after my return to the village, Tobirama's true emotional hangups that had kept him in this plane of existence were revealed. If it weren't already obvious, he was the ANBU charged with keeping tabs on me, and at some point, we had fallen into bed together. This budding relationship of ours was tightly kept under lock and key, of course, for if anyone were to find out about it, they would have begun to question whether or not Tobirama was suited to do his job properly. Of course, that prick's sense of duty came first the majority of the time, so he would never hesitate to report something that concerned him. In fact, that did happen a couple of times and led to "wellness checks" on me, much to my chagrin. Most of the time it was a misunderstanding, but it was annoying and inconvenient all the same.Truthfully, I'm sure that my own affections for Tobirama began much earlier—namely when he had spent time amoung my clan, even if he had been more or less a hostage at the time. It was back then that I had started to appreciate his intellect first and foremost, even if I would have rather died than admit how smart he was, and a part of me found his blunt behaviour just a little bit endearing. There was no terminology or diagnosis for it at the time, but I know how that I was likely on the autism spectrum in my lifetime, and I wouldn't be surprised if the same went for Tobirama. I do distinctly remember finding that absurd scarf of his very pleasant to touch, especially considering I had to wear gloves most of the time to avoid other textures that I didn't enjoy so much. 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