Mōti is a plain looking male with a simple face, one would be hard pressed to realize he was the current holder of the Kurama bloodline. Standing at 6'0", his weight just under 179 lbs, and a body thin enough one could easily mistake him for a large toothpick, the only thing making it clear he's anything but is his short messy hair. In older photos of him his hair clearly shows natural curling, but as a ninja-in-training he's had to keep it short. Whenever his Id comes out his naturally green eyes turn purple and small wisps of air-based chakra flow from them.
Nova, Mōti's Id on the other hand often takes the form of what he believes is a female Tengu. While she doesn't have the signature nose or red skin, she does have black wings that sprout behind her back. She has black hair and pale skin, sometimes becoming almost snowlike in color when she's trying to take control. She wears a traditional noble dress and walks on tengu-geta. In the rare event she takes over a physical clone she swaps to normal geta. she often carries a katana and a fan, though has been seen on rare occasions to have other weapons when she manifests.
History
As one of the few people with complete access to the Kurama's Clan's complete bloodline, Mōti's dealt with and seen a lot of shit. When he was very young, the Kurama Clan had just settled down in Kumogakure, having fled from the Land of Fire due to a higher up wanting to use them as a political piece that would have removed the clan permanently. For the first few years him and the clan were basically homeless. While he doesn't recall those years very well, his Id certainly does. Thankfully he and the Clan had gotten proper shelter once the Raikage granted them official permission to stay in Kumo.
It was during this sheltered time that he started to read the history of the Kurama. From land to land they traveled, staying in one place for a few generations before moving again, often not by choice. As he studied, he was drawn to their very brief time in the land of iron and the odd fighting style of the samurai, who's attacks could interrupt hand signs from their bladed attacks. While absurd, it captivated the boy's mind, so he trained whenever he could to try and replicate it...to some success. Even so, due to the clan's history of often frail ninja as well as his growing Id forcing him to practice maintaining his sense of self that he'd be behind in his studies. It wouldn't be until he was 17 when he'd finally become a genin with his goal set: Find the greatest sword wielder in the world, train under them, and then surpass them. He knew it would take a long time, but so long as he held his developing Id in check, he'd be able to come out on top.
Personality
Mōti is a fairly upbeat kid, often smiling or having a laugh. While he does have pride in what he does, he doesn't mind if someone passes him. After all, that just means he has a new person to surpass once more. He has a great love for swords, often to the point of obsession. He also has a small dislike for Genjutsu itself despite his natural affinity for it as he never enjoyed deception. Despite this mental hurdle he does recognize that his own abilities are an odd exception to that and has no qualms using his own.
While much of how he acts is genuine, its often to mask his Id, which takes a twisted approach to his personality. where Mōti takes joy in fighting, Id sees a fight as a means to survive, baring its fangs to unnerve others. A friend to Mōti is just a tool for Id, and so on and so forth. Id is the basic instincts of Mōti, but as Id is its own person, it can recognize friend from foe. But just like Mōti practiced keeping Id out, Id has practiced acting like Mōti.
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Mort looked out into the open sky as he sipped the last of his morning tea. He was going to miss these simple days as a civilian. Sure being a civi wasn't all that bad, but with his skills and desires what was the point??? There was a great big world out there to be seen! People to meed! People to FIGHT! Donning his totally manly kimono on last time he'd pick up his sword and walk outside.
He'd make his way to a boulder he'd been practicing on for the past year, once painted to look like a tree it now only held small dents in its hard surface, the paint mostly gone now save for a small knot on the tree he could never seem to hit. 'Today,' He thought, today, I will not only hit that knot, but I'll cut this boulder.'
He'd take his position. Left foot forward, right foot slightly behind. Hand on hilt as he stared directly at the last remaining bit of paint. Take aim, and swing.
The sound of metal hitting stone.
"...Next time."
He'd look upon his work. he cut the rock, the sedimentary insides smooth like silk. And yet...
He missed. He missed by 5 inches.
Mort would sheath his sword. he may have defeated the rock, but if that were a moving target? Doubtful. Already he could hear Nova mocking him as she sat on the roof her control staring to grow again for the time being, but he'd shove those thoughts aside and shock her back into his brain with a little chakra; he was still proud of himself. After all, that was just the first rock in his stepping stones to the top.