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47,602 | 1,292 | 16 | 800 | 3,846 | The Sheriff from Hell, An Old Dog of War
Location: Oakley Saloon
He went to say something until she turned and got up, making her way over to the poker game. Hawthorne squinted his eyes to see who she was going towards and once he caught sight he rolled his eyes.
"All hell." He grumbled as he stood and took a step forward, hesitating for a second before glancing over at the tied up man. "Don't go no where." He commanded before slowly moving towards the woman, who was now yelling and brandishing her pistol. The new sheriff had spoken up in an attempt to sway her out of the brewing conflict, like that was gonna help. First off, he was a foreigner, someone who probably hadn't been in this country long enough to have much of a say. Secondly, she was from the south, and from her mannerisms and the way she talked and drank and the questions she asked, she might've even been a former solider. Old confederate soldiers were stubborn, hard-headed individuals who did not deal with the bullshit of everyday life. Finally, Hawthorne thought, he was in over his head. He made his way over to him and leaned in.
"Boy, yer words aint gonna do a damn thing. Lemme handle this..."
"Miss, I know his kind dun do no good but so far he's shown no need for hostilities. He ain't lookin' for'a fight. He's here to play some cards. He spoke up nonchalantly, he had a strong feeling that meant butt kiss to her but he might as well try. Hawthorne moved in closer, positioning himself next to her raised arm and leaned in towards her so he could look into her eyes.
"You n' me were having a good ol' conversation over there, hate for that to go away jus caus' you wanna put some lead in his belly." He brought his hand and laid it upon her shoulder while his other adjusted his hat. He then turned to face her more, placing his free arm closer to the raised arm. His actions however, came across sincere and honest. | Name: Cpt. Jonah Hawthorne
Nicknames/alias: Jonah, Hawthorne,
Age: 38
Place of birth & ethnicity: Topeka, Kansas & white
Gender: Male
Occupation: Former Confederate solider (Rank Captain), Currently Sheriff
Character appearance & personality
Apperance: Jonah is a bit on the rougher side, wearing a fairly think beard around his his face. Well, mostly around his face. Unfortunately he had crossed path with former Union soliders who brandish his face with a cattle prod before authorities saved him. His hair is of neck length and doesn't particularly care how it sits since most of the time it is hidden under his hat. ANother thing to note is that he has a bit of a nasty limp in his right leg from when he was shot back in the Civil War.
Clothing: Old Confederate officer frock coat open, white sleeve shirt under old confederate vest, leather pants, boots, duster and old and worn confederate hat as shown in picture.
Personal style: As descripted above unless inside which its usually just shirt, pants and boots.
Personality: Heh. Er'y body wants teh know what makes me so special but lemme sey this. I'm not goin about cawlin mahself a Capten, its former Capten, Dun caw me that Nuttin really. I just consier mahself a man of ahnor, n'a man o truth. Shame ah fought for the wron' side but it ehs whaddit ehs. Dun tawk about it much. Nuttin worth taw'kin about. (Jonah is a rather straight forward individual both on and off the job. His lack of sympathy and distain for bullshit has made him a lot of enemies both within the law and among the civilian population. However, he has been known to show curtesy and some generosity but that is once in a blue moon, if he even feels up to it. He also is a bit reckless and has a tendency to put himself in harms way, purposely. His military life has effectively desensitized him to death and murder, so the sight of either has no true effect on his psyche. Thanks to Anderson and Quantill and there horrific acts on the civilian population during a time of war, he now shows little to no sympathy for thieves, rapists, murders and sinners.)
Habits: Jonah usually wipes his mouth often, this is mostly due to the hole in the side of his mouth which allows drool and liquids to flow out. He also chews on cigars when he's bored or clicks his tongue when agitated.
Skills and items
Regular life skills: Tracking, Sharpshooting, hand-to-hand, hunting, fishing, horseback riding and simple guerilla tactics.
Combat skills: Henry Model 1860 lever action rifle: Effective shot at around 160 yards, Excellent shot from 150 yards down.
Smith & Wesson Revolvers: Effective shot at 30 yards, Excellent shot at 20. Moderate firing speed with dual pistols, excellent firing speed with single pistol in hand.
Knife(ives):
-Throwing skills: Effective at 5 yards, excellent 4 and down.
-Combat: Moderate knife combat skill.
Items on your person: Henry Model 1860 lever action rifle lever action with a Henry Golden boy Scope and mount, two Smith & Wesson Top Break revolvers, Large boot knife, Bowie knife under coat and a small derringer pistol kept in the sleeve of his shirt. Sheriffs badge also hidden under coat, Rifle round belt, Tabacoo, tobacco papers and cigars. Small flask, 5 dollars and thirty five cents and a small book containing names of wanted men and their bounties.
Additional stuff: Canteen, spare Longjohns and double of his clothing including boots with spurs. 50ft of rope, extra rounds and cleaning kit. Spare bandannas. riding gloves.
History
What brings you to Haylliesburg:
Jonah had decided to come to Haylliesburg to escape his past mistakes in the hopes of starting anew as law enforcement. Although, as law enforcement he has earned a reputation as sort of a lose cannon.
Your life before coming to Haylliesburg:
Jonah was a solider of the Civil War, siding on the Confederates side with the intention to make his way to captain and help the south defeat the North. Over time however, as he delved into the politics of it, his view on the war started to shift not in favor for the south nor the north. He became rather disgusted of it. His disgust of the war was only concreted into his head when he rode under two notable figures, both at separate times. William C. Quantrill and William T. Anderson, both of which he despised thanks to a few raids done on towns who sympathized for the Union. One he recalls was a horrific raid on a Missouri town causing the death of many with zero discrimination and with extreme prejudice. Towards the end of the war he had reluctantly accepted the promotional rank of Captain and was told to lead a group of men against a Union encampment. However, when he had gotten there, instead of fighting, he simply surrendered and awaited the end of the war in a cell, managing to talk his way out of the hangmen's noose. The war had left horrible scars on him both physically and mentally but nonetheless felt that he needed to make amends and the way he would do that would be to become a sheriff.
There are parts of his passed that he refuses to talk about for specific reasons, thought, most of those reasons simply consist of "None of your business".
"Dons' matter when or where, but someday soon I'm gonn' die, and'da devil gon' take what's his...An' I'm not gonna try an' stop'em."
Extra
Alcoholic.
Smoker
Also has the developing symptoms of Tuberculosis
Favorite Western(s): Tombstone, True Grit (both old and remake), Quick and the Dead, The Good, The Bad and The Ugly and finally more of a comedy, Mel Brooks' Blazing Saddles. |
47,603 | 1,292 | 17 | 328 | 1,799 | The clothed harpoon now leaned on one of Albert's knees, at ready, just in case. He sat slowly sipping on his coffee and preparing to take a shot of that whiskey that tempted him so. Bar fights were nothing strange to him. In fact, this was not even comparable -- save for the number of languages spoken at once -- to bar fights, real bar fights, a man might chance upon in godforsaken, uncharted islands of the Pacific or the Caribbean, fought between men just as forsaken and uncharted in St. Peter's book. Hell, even Iceland or Ireland, he thought. At least for now. Perhaps there'll be viscera on the boards ere I finish my damned drink.
Downing the first shot of whiskey and cleaning his lips with his sleeve, he said to the woman, although it might been to no one in particular: ”Saw a man cut a Pagan's throat just a while 'fore I came here. Over cards and a bottle of mescal. Looked just like the one playing monte here. Come sun-up, the murderer dead in horseback, no one knew how and when. And scalped, fucking tonsured to the brain. Among other things...” He made a pause to finish his second whiskey, then went on with a grimace. ”The ones who did it left a warning along the road for us, too. Scalped some poor bonepickers and left them rotting naked in their carreta, feathers stuck in their god damned eyeballs. A child among them. Now, imagine what they'd to do a woman.”
Vengeance was an old devil, Albert knew, a vice in all men, both heathen and baptized, aimed at both man and beast. He suffered from it too of course. He remembered some of the storm nights on the sea during which the howls of maimed wretched crewmen stroke harder than any thunder. They cried in the bowels of the ship, swearing revenge, predicting the demise of their beast-foe like some serenos or augers, guessing the future according to the lost limbs taken by the whale. Many argued they were more frightening than the largest leviathan that they so hated who, although a greatest beast to ever live, knew no thirst for intimate reprisal that, just like the whale oil fueled the lamp, fueled the hearts of many men and directed their thereon lamed spear.
”Our friend here has a point,” he nodded towards the man with the scarred face. ”Never substitute a good discussion with slaughter. Especially with the sheriff come to the town.” He raised his empty glass to the sheriff and tipped the hat with a smile. ”Sheriff.” | Name: Lauren Compagnon Cartier
Nicknames/alias: "Matey", Al Revoir, Iiniwa
Age: 34
Place of birth & ethnicity: Red River Colony, Rupert's Land, Canada. Métis.
Gender: Male
Occupation: Bounty hunter, Soldier (Formerly), Huntsman (Formerly).
Character appearance & personality
Apperance: Lauren is lanky and tall, he has an average build. He is long-haired and has short facial hair. He has light skin and almond eyes, his hair is a dark black. Lauren has a large scar on his lower back, and has a rife bullet located somewhere in his lower abdomen. He has long hair, reaching his shoulders. He has a round face and high cheekbones.
Clothing: Lauren often wears a small black jacket with cuffed sleeves over a similarly black waistcoat, a gold pocket watch chain hung over it. He has a brown gun-belt on his waist for his revolver. He wears black trousers and brown boots. He also wears a large black brimmed hat. When in Indian territories, he wears an outfit once worn by his grandfather, a Blackfoot elder. When in this outfit, the only thing that prevents him from appearing fully native is his white skin. It is comprised of a loose-fitting shirt, chaps, and moccasins.
Personal style: Lauren is often sharply dressed, wearing suits and jackets that are in fashion in Europe. When riding or performing a bounty, he trades his fashionable attire for dark brown ponchos with beige trim, or worn dusters, already stained with a plethora of substances.
Personality: Lauren is taciturn and never talks about his past, he dislikes racism towards Indians due to his descent and especially dislikes bandits. Lauren is spiritual and often quick to bond with members of the Indian community. Lauren speaks the language of his people and French, and has little ability with English. He speaks English with a heavy accent and many pauses due to his unfamiliarity with the language's many confusing rules and clauses, as such, he prefers to stay quiet, when he does speak, it is often in monosyllabic words. Lauren is exceptional at hold-em, and is often found at a saloon table when not on a bounty. Lauren has little empathy, caring only on what he is about to do next, and not caring about anyone else his actions might affect.
Habits: When angry, Lauren's already heavy Quebecois accent becomes even heavier, and he rants in both his native tongues so fast not even native speakers understand him. He also has a habit of pushing against his lower back when distressed due to his scar.
Skills and items
Regular life skills: Lauren is a good tracker, and exceptional at riding, able to guide his horse with just his knees when aiming his rifle. He can barter well when he is pushed, and he is quite charismatic, owing to his handsome face and smooth French accent.
Combat skills: Lauren is an incredible marksman, especially when armed with a repeater or other rifle. He has a good quick-draw and is alright in a brawl.
Items on your person: Lauren carries a Cookson repeater and a Colt SAA, he also carries a beaver-fur hat, a gift from his father which he does not wear for risk of damaging it. He often has enough money on his person to afford a good horse. He also carries a hatchet and a hunting knife.
Additional stuff: Lauren has four sets of European style clothing, his bounty hunting duster and poncho, and his grandfather's outfit for visits to native territories.
History
What brings you to Haylliesburg: Lauren arrived at Haylliesburg a few months ago, stopping on his way to a bounty for a meal. Remembering the location, he returned recently to have some downtime before heading back out after bounties.
Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: Lauren Cartier was born in the Red River Indian territory to a native woman and a Voyageur by the name of Laurent. Lauren was raised mostly by his mother as a child, spending his time amongst the other Métis children and sometimes joining with the other Indians when they had ceremonies. Lauren especially idolized his grandfather, an elder among the Blackfoot who still made time to go out buffalo hunting with the young men. During his childhood, his father would periodically come around to check on him and teach him of the European culture, much to his mother's chagrin. At the age of four, his grandfather was shot by a bandit, his body dragged around by his horse so much it was barely recognizable. Soon after, his village was raided and his mother was killed, along with four in five of the village's inhabitants. Lauren was raised for four months by one of the now-homeless young hunters, Tired Condor, until his father, shocked and crying, came upon the two, shooting Condor dead due to a miscommunication. Lauren had already been through so much, and his father wasn't surprised to see the youth become walled-off and hard to talk to. Lauren's father, still a young man, retired to Quebec in order to raise the child. As a young man, Lauren returned to his home in the west, gathering the remaining members of his village together and holding a solemn vigil for the passed. A few years later, the Red River Rebellion broke out. Lauren enlisted into Louis Riel's army, serving on the firing squad of Thomas Scott, though he did not fire a single shot, instead fleeing south on horseback with all his possessions and reinventing himself as "Matey", a corruption of "Métis", for his ethnicity. He began serving as a bounty hunter and patron of the many Indian villages still thriving in the west.
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Lauren has also been known as Matey Scott and Al Revoir, when in Indian territories, he goes by his native name Iiniwa.
Lauren prefers to not introduce himself by name, instead going as Matey most of the time.
Lauren is a father, though he doesn't care for his children, and with many, isn't even aware they exist. |
47,604 | 1,292 | 18 | 622 | 669 | Josiah had just sat down at the table and looked at his cards when the dispute began. Goddamn rebels startin' a fight, and just when me hand was perfect... He threw his hand down on the table, one card flipping over to reveal an Ace of Spades, and setting a hand on his revolver, angling it in its open-end holster to point at the armed and anrgy woman. Not getting up from his seat, he looked at the woman sternly and said "Now ma'am, I'd rather not hafta shoot a lady, but if ye're gunna threaten a man just mindin' his own business, tryin' ta play a hand o' cards, then I'm gunna hafta do sumthin' about that. With his other hand, he would grab a random drink from the poker table, taking a deep swig, and tossing a handful of cent coins at the man whose drink it was in compensation. "So now that I've had me a drink, hows about you put tha gun down nicely, go back to tha bar, and we'll all get back ta what we was doin'?" | Name: Josiah Solomon Murphy
Nicknames/alias: "Sarge" for those aware of his military history, "Mick" generally for when people learn of his Irish heritage.
Age: 38
Place of birth & ethnicity: Dublin, Ireland, Irish
Gender: Male
Occupation: Bounty Hunter, occasional deputy.
Character appearance & personality
Appearance: Josiah is an average-sized man, not much taller than most, and a relatively normal build. His brown hair is beginning to grey with age, and his face is wrinkling with the same. His green eyes are losing their youthful shine, dulling to a more mottled color. His muscular, but aged body bares several scars from knives and gunshot wounds, and he walks with a slight limp in his left leg.
Clothing: He wears a brown leather duster in most occasions, with a dirty bandana around his neck, an old US Army uniform shirt underneath. He wears long khaki pants tucked into black riding boots. He has a pistol holster at his belt, and a rifle sheath slung over his back.
Personal style: He generally sticks to long shirts and pants, with his usual riding boots and leather duster. In winter and cold weather he swaps the duster for a thick US Army double-breasted cavalry overcoat from the days of the Civil War.
Personality: A gruff, stern man, he hates lawbreakers and other criminals, often wanting them dead as soon as he hears of them. He's a notorious drinker, and a damn-good cards player.
Habits: When he's nervous or cautious, he'll often light up a cigar to calm his nerves. He makes a sure note to get at least one drink from the bar in every town he visits, as an odd sign of respect.
Skills and items
Regular life skills: He's strong, a good rider, great at giving orders and directing others, a good tracker, a fine cook, and a decent marksman
Combat skills: He's trained in use of cavlary sabers, revolver pistols, and repeater rifles.
Items on your person: His normal outfit, up to $10, a few cigars, a hip flask for alcohol, his Colt Dragoon revolver, and often a repeater rifle in his back sheath.
Additional stuff: A week's worth of spare clothing, his winter coat, spare ammunition for his rifle and pistol, his cavalry saber, a small framed photo of himself when he made Sergeant in the army, his horse, and a Catholic Bible.
History
What brings you to Haylliesburg: He's mainly looking for solid work as a deputy or other lawman, maybe a place to settle down. He's grown a bit tired of hopping from town to town looking for bounties, and would like a full-time job somewhere.
Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: Josiah was born in Dublin, Ireland, and lived there until he was about 4 years old. His parents had heard about the wonders of the United States, and decided to migrate there. With him, his parents, and his older brother, they lived in a small, dilapidated apartment in New York, with his father as a dockworker, and his mother schooling him and his brother to the best of her ability. When his brother grew old enough, he left their home and looked for work out west, occasionally sending back letters to tell the family how he was doing. This inspired young Josiah to want to make a life for himself out west as well, where the biggest opportunities presented themselves. However, when Josiah came of age, the American civil war had begun, and he was one of those chosen to serve. Having been one of the few inducted to serve in the US Cavalry, he took to it well for someone raised in the city. He would go on to reach the rank of Sergeant by the end of the war, and would leave the Army once the war had ended. With only his government stipend and the skills of a fighter, Josiah decided to set out west, taking up work as a roaming bounty hunter and lawman, helping towns fend off bandits, but never staying in one place for too long.
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Do the Red Dead games count...? I kid. I really enjoy most of Clint Eastwood's movies. |
47,605 | 1,292 | 19 | 2,301 | 766 | Well, this was getting boring. Looked like no one was getting shot here today, no way that woman'd take a shot with all of these folk around her. Chris was surprised at all the people who seemed to care so much for the savage, but, he reckoned leveling a gun at someone was breaking the peace no matter how you put it.
All these people were ruining his fun, as far as he concerned. Ruined a perfectly good morning. He would have preferred if they had just taken their concerns outside and shot each other fair and square. He was aware of the hypocrisy of his own thoughts, given that "fair and square" was exactly how Buck didn't like it.
"I'm off." Buck said to no one in particular. He picked up his suitcase, pocketed his lucky silver coin, and opened the door, disappearing from view. He smelled the smell of dust and wood.
"It's too early to drink, anyway!" He shouted from outside. Taking a moment to wander around, Chris lingered, gathering his thoughts. He needed to have some fun, but the saloon was no good. Maybe some farmer'd like to play horse shoes or something. For free and for fun, of course, because Chris can't cheat at horse shoes. | Name: Chris Buckwood
Nicknames/alias: Buck
Age:39
Place of birth & ethnicity: Watkinsville, Georgia. White.
Gender: M
Occupation: Gambler, "merchant", conman.
Character appearance & personality
Appearance: Buck sticks out in a crowd, thats for sure. His skin has somehow stayed relatively pale. His build is tall, thin, and gangly. His arms and legs are long and he walks as if he is always about to topple over, even if he is quite coordinated.
His head is shaved bald, and his light blonde hair makes his eyebrows hard to see. He had a beard that starts at the top of his ears and covers his jaw and chin, sticking off and outwards, looking like the bottom of a broom. Is's light color makes it hard to see under certain lighting conditions. His face is his most prominent feature, with deep set, dark green eyes that are almost always overshadowed. His skin is pulled tight over his face, as if there wasn't enough to go around and he had to make do. His cheek bones and jaw are highly pronounced, making it almost cringe-worthy when he swivels and adjusts his jaw. It's almost skull-like, all of this results in a tight-lipped, hungry looking smile.
Clothing: A dark red suit made of cloth with white undershirt, as well as dark red pants and leather boots. Atop his shiny bald dome is a black bowler hat.
Personal style: Anything that looks classy.
Personality: Despite his ghastly appearance, Chris managed to make it work in his favor, his ugliness somehow making him appear more genuine. After all, with a face like that, what could he have to hide? Lots, actually. Buck has a passion for "earning" money. Easy marks, manipulation, and the rare fair deal are what composes his income. He's friendly enough, but it's almost always a front. He's arrogant and clever, with a dark, sometimes mocking, sense of humor.
Habits: There's a silver coin that he deftly flips through his fingers.
Skills and items
Regular life skills: Buck is a conman, through and through. He gets people to trust him just enough to take their money, then he's gone the next morning. His silver tongue is a big part of how he's managed to do what he does for so long. He's also somewhat of a botanist, just as a little hobby.
Combat skills: He's unusually flexible and speedy. Other than that, he's a cruddy shot, but he's good with a kinfe.
Items on your person: Fifty dollars, scattered about his person. He also has a gold-plated pocket watch, a deck of expensive looking playing cards and a boring looking Cattleman revolver. He also has several daggers hidden throughout his apparel, ready to pull out and stab anyone who gets grabby.
Additional stuff: A surprisingly well crafted fold-out cards table, some changes of clothing, extra cards, snake-oil products, and some extra small knives.
History
What brings you to Haylliesburg: These small town shmucks should be some easy marks. He's just passing through, looking to make some extra cash before moving onto a bigger city.
Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: He's lived the life of a nomad, hopping from settlement to settlement scamming hard-working folk of their money along the way with rigged gambling games and snake-oil products. It's not like he doesn't enjoy playing a fair and square poker game, it's just that he likes money more. This all started when he was younger, when his honest merchant father and mother got conned out of a living. After his parent's General Store closed, his father went into the mines and came back physically disabled, and his mother couldn't exactly find work, so it was up to Chris to try and make the family's money as a rare single child.
He was no good at hard labor, and he never had high education, so it seemed like he couldn't find a way of making money. That was until he realized he had a silver tongue and a sleight of hand. At first, he went into the saloons and attempted to get really good at games like Texas Hold 'Em Poker, Blackjack, and Liar's Dice. He got so good he could read people like a book, and while most players attempt to hide all emotions when they play poker, Chris spouts bullshit the whole game. After a few hands he could read his opponents like a book.
Even still, he wasn't making enough cash, so he decided to rig the odds in his favor. Slipping weighted die into cups, needed cards into hands, and sometimes even more creative ways of cheating (or positive outcome security, as Buck sometimes calls it) had him begin raking in the cash.
Soon, it was no longer just about taking care of his aging parents, but about the sport of it all. He loved it. Then he thought he should throw in just a little more variety into his income, and began selling "snake-oil" products. Miracle substances and cures that can apparently solve all of live's problems in a single use. It was tough work at first, but he got the hang of it and began peddling useless goods to common folk who didn't know any better.
First, it was things like "Buckwood's Miracle Cure; Polio be-gone!" but that didn't work because they would go and try it out on a sick individual and find out his fraud right away. Then, it was things like Miracle Bait or Insta-Grow, things that hunters and farmers would have to go out into the fields and try out before they discovered they'd been had, and by then Buckwood would be out of town.
His parents eventually passed away, but Buckwood had found his calling.
Eventually, he ran into some people who were more perceptive than the others, and even worse, people who were perceptive AND angry. That's why he carries around several hidden knives in various useful places on his person. His sleight of hand can have it so a person can be on the floor with a knife in their leg before they even realize Buckwood's got out of his chair.
And so, for the last decade, he's been wandering the developing west, pulling scams and cheating people out of their hard-earned money. Even if he get's shot, he'll die doing what he loves.
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47,606 | 1,292 | 20 | 2,599 | 276 | Lily looked about the bar, her action bringing far more reaction than she anticipated; narrowing her eyes she pushed the hammer of her revolver back forwards disengaging it from firing position. Slowly sliding it back into the leather holster on her right hip looking down as she did for a slight moment, her eyes coming up along with a closed fist aimed straight for the shouting Indians right jaw. A surprising amount of power packed behind a woman of her size, throwing the blow from her shoulder with a slight twist of her forearm to add impact force; the amount of power in combination with the whiskey she drank giving her a slight stumble as she swung. A small brass case flying from her vest pocket and tumbling across the floor loudly, a chain attached to the end dragging as it did so; figuring a brawl was less likely to end with her being shot dead by any of the interrupters. Not that she was necessarily worried about it killing a white woman for attacking an Indian? Not a smart play in any part of the country. | Name:Lily Bell
Nicknames/alias:None
Age:44
Place of birth & ethnicity:Mobile, Alabama Caucasian
Gender:Female
Occupation:Gunslinger/Solider
She ain't no woman to be trifled with.
Appearance: Lily is a average sized woman standing at five feet and ten inches, weighing a hundred and forty five pounds total. Her hair is shoulder length and dark brown with visible waves in it, matching her dark brown eyes and well tanned skin from being outdoors. She has three blue stripes tattooed onto her left cheek, put on her by the Apache indians when she was captured the stripes showing she was traded for two blankets and a horse; a permanent reminder of her capture.
Clothing: Lily typically wears normal long riding pants made of rough cotton, along with a white button up and a leather black sleeveless vest. With a rough trench coat completing the ensemble and of course a black wide brimmed circular hat.
Personal style: See above
Personality: Lily is a quiet and withdrawn person, not sharing personal details about herself very freely. Her tolerance for Yankee soldiers is quite low and she is quick to jump into a gun fight, though her time in the Confederate Army made her far wiser and more skilled of the gun than the average person. That being said when not being judged or tested Lily is a happy person, content to drink and gamble like anyone else; not afraid of base labor or getting bloody. She is quite fond of children.
Habits: Drinker, smoker
Regular life skills: Coach driver, Observation mapper, hunter, explorer
Combat skills
Sharpshooter - From six shooters to long rifles Lily is a proficient combatant
Close combat - Given a sword or knife Lily is fairly skilled in defeating opponents in close combat
Leader - Having seen war first hand makes Lily hardened to combat enabling her to lead in the heat of battle
Items on your person:
Griswold revolver (x2) - Lily wears a Griswold revolver on each hip, the pistols common amongst Southerners
Hunting knife - A foot and a half single edged steel knife sheathed in the boot
Flask - Not for water
Canteen - For water
Additional stuff:
-Brown pants (x2)
-White button ups (x3)
-Extra socks (x4 pairs)
-Winchester 84 lever action rifle
-Union officer's sword
What brings you to Haylliesburg: Seeking a new life, escaping Union controlled reconstruction in the south
Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: Lily was actually a wife and mother before the Civil War, although her career was the same as ever a tracker and hunter mostly at the time; her husband was an accountant and usually cared for their son at home. However a year before the start of the Civil War Lily's son Abel was taken by the flu, so when the conflict erupted husband and wife both set out to join the fray; leading to Lily cutting most of her hair off and disguising herself as a young teen boy. Not that many men cared who fought beside them as long as they were reliable when the heat was on, so naturally she formed a strong bond with those whom she fought with in the Forth Confederate Infantry. Lily lost her husband in a battle in Virginia over a bridge, the outnumbered southerners holding the structure until it could be destroyed, however Lily's husband had volunteered to set the charges and sacrificed himself after being shot to detonate the black powder being used to destroy the wooden structure. So when the war was said and done Lily had no one left, and she ventured to the west; running protection for wagon trains be they merchant or families striking across the vast nation. It was on one of these escorts that the Apache attacked the train overwhelming the defenders and seizing Lily as a prize, she spent only seven months amongst the Apache escaping one night by killing the sentinel left to guard her and the other captives.
Sample:
Lily sat high upon the back of her spotted heavy stallion, the sun's rays plummeting down onto the woman and her charges. A line of four wagons two with supplies and two with families rolling across the open grassy plains; several other guards rode beside the wagons as well each man carrying a firearm if not several along with those riding shotgun on the wagons they numbered twelve fighters. Suddenly an arrow came whirling across the open air, fired from an especially thick batch of grass; followed by loud yelping and screeching sounds Apache bursting from all around the train. Men fell quickly but began to return fire. Lily whipped her horse around and charged down the line, firing her revolver as she passed the warriors wounding some but missing those out of range. Her horse took an arrow to the neck leading Lily to fight on foot, rushing back to the wagons for some form of cover, the remaining survivors numbering only 6. The Apache quickly overtook the travelers, Lily striking down two more with the long officers blade she carried on her left hip; though she found herself knocked unconscious by a blow from behind. All and all killing over twenty four Apache warriors with only twelve fighters, Lily was stripped of her weapons and tattooed to mark her value in the tribe sold from her original captor to the next rather quickly. Lily spent the next seven months as a slave for the tribe, from menial labors to the heat of the Apache warriors before a battle or hunt, planning her escape the entire time; seeing her chance when the majority of the skilled warriors left the tribe. Headed to attempt an attack on the railroad, this left only a young boy guarding the captives teepee; Lily found a long strip of frayed rope upon the floor and crept behind the teen. Strangling him quickly and quietly before escaping, reclaiming her old weapons on the way out in a risky stealth mission into the chieftains tent which left two of his wives dead by the end.
Sample from previous rp
Favorite Western |
47,607 | 1,292 | 21 | 1,739 | 1,220 | Erik Torvald Viken
Great. Not only was the woman just about to start a shoot-out in the saloon, regardless of what he and now the others surrounding her told her. Not only was the damned Indian speaking a undechipherable language, Erik swore it was French but he had no actually knowledge of it. Not only was the other man, the one with a whole in his mouth, effectivly pushing him aside even for his sheriff's star.
Oh no, the cheek-holed Southern troll face had the audacity to call him 'Boy'.
"...What did you just call me, rasshøl?"
Erik was about to turn to him, when the others spoke up to either support Erik as sheriff or warn the lady from fighting. One man raised his glass to him, to which Erik gave a quick nod before turning his attention to the problem at hand. The problem was shoved under the carpet for another second, as the Indian got his attention and saying 'Bounty'.
"...What, the one there? Look, I'm just supposed to get back the stolen cattle, not deal with your fordømte bounties, fights, racism and all that møkk! Now please, would you be so nice as to..."
Had he not been cut off by the lady suddenly striking at the Indian fellow, he would have probably tried to calm down and talk the situation back under his control - not that it had been that in the first place. But now Erik's patience was running thin, as he simply turned around and walked over to sit beside the man with the looks of a sailor.
"Faen heller, give me your strongest bourbon...And do not tell me that the sheriff can't drink..." | Name: Albert Baldwin White
Nicknames/alias: Called Cato among the crewmen he served with –- not because he possessed any special philosophical wisdom, but ironically, for managing to stab himself (although accidentally) with his own knife while eating on his first day on board when he was 18. No nicknames otherwise.
Age: 30 years old.
Place of birth & ethnicity: Somewhere in Massachusetts country. His mother was traveling when her water broke so she gave birth in an improvised camp; he is an Anglo, worked in Nantucket and across New England mostly, and some menial jobs in various ports in Africa and Asia.
Gender: Male.
Occupation: Ex-crewman on a whaler who rose to a harpooner position after some years; now looking for a job on land.
Character appearance & personality
Appearance: 6'0'' tall, dark green eyes, darker brown hair and facial hair like on the picture provided. He’s averagely built on first sight, but his hands, arms, legs, and torso have the hidden, unseen harpooner's strength resulting from climbing ropes, fixing ships, handling wood, rowing and thrusting the spear at whales and hacking them with knives, and that might go unnoticed until a fight breaks out. He has a stab wound on his abdomen, a small scar on his left eyebrow, and some minor cuts and burns on his shoulders and arms collected here and there as most men do, from reckless childhood play and tools and the like.
Clothing: Black boots, black pants tucked in them, a belt, a dark brown shirt under a dark brown vest, and a black town coat. He has a hat on sometimes, though prefers not to. His clothing is dirtied and battered since he’s been traveling all the way from the northeast.
Personal style: He’s most comfortable in his sailing uniform when at sea, but on land he likes to keep it simple and avoid anything fancy.
Personality: Thanks to his experience on the ship, he’s encountered many different peoples and faiths, from Japanese to Norwegian to Icelandic to African, and has learned to treat people according to their character, not ethnicity or faith, albeit after getting to know them. Life on ship does make man bond with unexpected company, but it also hardens the man, and makes him somewhat alien to those on shore as they often do not understand the actions of those who prefer the endless blue, just how they do not understand the land dwellers. He is ready to work and do most things, nevertheless, if the pay is good. He is cooperative and even more so when the ante is up or when the well being of the community is at stake. In such cases he will not back away from a fight. Although it may seem strange for a poor seaman and a slayer of the mighty whales, Albert is a man interested in the power of the word and more often than not spends his free time entertaining himself with a grammar book of some foreign language, a story, a poem, or phrases he picked up from strangers from far away places. He does keep this interest mostly private and would never sacrifice his work or chores in its favor, although he is always up for a discussion concerning all that when there is time. However, when on duty, the strict work ethic takes over and chases any sensibility aside.
Habits: When nervous he runs his fingers through his hair, that being the thing people usually notice first. He has a strong habit of cracking his knuckles, too, probably a result of witnessing and participating in countless bar and harbour fights that he can’t seem to avoid wherever he goes.
Skills and items
Regular life skills: Albert is a masterful shot with the spear, as his hard earned whalebone pin proves. He can do any physical work on ship, repair minor damages on them, he can fish, and he can go hunting on land as well as he does not fear facing beasts. Anything else he’d be willing to learn or get better at.
Combat skills: Harpoon and cutting knives are his tools of choice, besides fists, and he has a very basic knowledge of how to use firearms; in other words: he can point and shoot.
Items on your person: He bought a used pistol on his way to Arizona and he keeps it on his belt, just in case. He’s got a knife, a gift from a sailor from Liberia. He also has a pocket watch inherited from his father, sometimes a hat, and of course some money in the wallet, and a photograph of his wife, Livia, and their little daughter, Anna.
Additional stuff: As he is on the road west, alone, he carries a satchel and a bag of clothes, with some ale and food to chew on in-between towns. Oh, and he brought his harpoon to use as a decoration.
History
What brings you to Haylliesburg: Work and promised opportunity for anyone who is willing to work. He is looking for work in the west, hoping to find a place to settle down and earn enough money to bring his family to live with him as soon as possible.
Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: Albert was born in the countryside of Massachusetts in an improvised camp to Elizabeth and Walter White, both of English origin although with some German thrown in there. His father was a trader and his mother taught school children. He lived with them and was home schooled by his mother until his later teens when he moved to his uncle Thomas, his mother's brother, to work with him at the shipyard. Eventually, looking to earn a bit more than the scrapes he got at the yard, he signed up as the lowest of the low deck cleaner on a whaler called Emily and eventually, through years of hard work and obedience, rose up slowly and earned the place in the boat, wielding a harpoon next to the more experienced mates. The sea got into his blood and he found himself growing sad and sickly when on land for too long, and one voyage leading to another, he eventually started spending more time on the ship than at home. At the age of 27 he married the daughter of his uncle's neighbor, and soon they had a daughter, although he barely saw either of them since he left for Singapore weeks after the wedding. Strange things happened in a short span of time: he became suddenly ill, the disease not being one of the known sorts; he saw a crew member hang himself from the mast; and he barely survived a pirate attack thank to sheer luck, as they stopped shortly after the first guns were fired and disappeared. He took it all as a bad omen, even though he is not a superstitious man, and had to return home quickly. After his homecoming he decided he would turn to some other type of work, to make sure he stays alive and able to provide for his family. The talk of the west had been going on in the town, and he naturally picked it up and became interested, in the job possibility more so than the gold talk. After some preparation he left, hoping to settle down or at least find some stability in terms of work and housing before inviting his family to join him.
Extra
And where do you think you're going...?
The Last Pale Light in the West
And some metal
San Francisco C*CKSUCKA!
This is the post I made before making this post, which I am posting to show you that I have read the rules!
Favourite western? See the first thing on this list! It's from Shane (1953). I also suggest No Country for Old Men, both the book and the movie, although it is a neo-western or an anti-western, however you wish. Butcher's Crossing is another good novel. And the best for last, check out Blood Meridian for the most epic, violent western story! |
47,608 | 1,292 | 22 | 328 | 1,799 | Lauren stumbled back, falling onto a chair and being dumped over the back of it. Landing directly on his head, Lauren growled, pulling himself up using a nearby table. He shook his head to clear the pain a bit. Grabbing a large bottle from a nearby table, he flipped it in his hand so that it was upside-down.
"Mefautretourneràlaputequim'aaccouchée putain de merde!" He yelled, running forth and swinging the bottle wildly, stopping just before he reached the woman, where he bared his teeth at her, then throwing the bottle down with all the force he could muster.
He didn't even know if he hit or not when he dropped the bottle and moved to grab a chair, if he hadn't hit, he was wide open, but he was sure he had to hit at a distance so short. | Name: Lauren Compagnon Cartier
Nicknames/alias: "Matey", Al Revoir, Iiniwa
Age: 34
Place of birth & ethnicity: Red River Colony, Rupert's Land, Canada. Métis.
Gender: Male
Occupation: Bounty hunter, Soldier (Formerly), Huntsman (Formerly).
Character appearance & personality
Apperance: Lauren is lanky and tall, he has an average build. He is long-haired and has short facial hair. He has light skin and almond eyes, his hair is a dark black. Lauren has a large scar on his lower back, and has a rife bullet located somewhere in his lower abdomen. He has long hair, reaching his shoulders. He has a round face and high cheekbones.
Clothing: Lauren often wears a small black jacket with cuffed sleeves over a similarly black waistcoat, a gold pocket watch chain hung over it. He has a brown gun-belt on his waist for his revolver. He wears black trousers and brown boots. He also wears a large black brimmed hat. When in Indian territories, he wears an outfit once worn by his grandfather, a Blackfoot elder. When in this outfit, the only thing that prevents him from appearing fully native is his white skin. It is comprised of a loose-fitting shirt, chaps, and moccasins.
Personal style: Lauren is often sharply dressed, wearing suits and jackets that are in fashion in Europe. When riding or performing a bounty, he trades his fashionable attire for dark brown ponchos with beige trim, or worn dusters, already stained with a plethora of substances.
Personality: Lauren is taciturn and never talks about his past, he dislikes racism towards Indians due to his descent and especially dislikes bandits. Lauren is spiritual and often quick to bond with members of the Indian community. Lauren speaks the language of his people and French, and has little ability with English. He speaks English with a heavy accent and many pauses due to his unfamiliarity with the language's many confusing rules and clauses, as such, he prefers to stay quiet, when he does speak, it is often in monosyllabic words. Lauren is exceptional at hold-em, and is often found at a saloon table when not on a bounty. Lauren has little empathy, caring only on what he is about to do next, and not caring about anyone else his actions might affect.
Habits: When angry, Lauren's already heavy Quebecois accent becomes even heavier, and he rants in both his native tongues so fast not even native speakers understand him. He also has a habit of pushing against his lower back when distressed due to his scar.
Skills and items
Regular life skills: Lauren is a good tracker, and exceptional at riding, able to guide his horse with just his knees when aiming his rifle. He can barter well when he is pushed, and he is quite charismatic, owing to his handsome face and smooth French accent.
Combat skills: Lauren is an incredible marksman, especially when armed with a repeater or other rifle. He has a good quick-draw and is alright in a brawl.
Items on your person: Lauren carries a Cookson repeater and a Colt SAA, he also carries a beaver-fur hat, a gift from his father which he does not wear for risk of damaging it. He often has enough money on his person to afford a good horse. He also carries a hatchet and a hunting knife.
Additional stuff: Lauren has four sets of European style clothing, his bounty hunting duster and poncho, and his grandfather's outfit for visits to native territories.
History
What brings you to Haylliesburg: Lauren arrived at Haylliesburg a few months ago, stopping on his way to a bounty for a meal. Remembering the location, he returned recently to have some downtime before heading back out after bounties.
Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: Lauren Cartier was born in the Red River Indian territory to a native woman and a Voyageur by the name of Laurent. Lauren was raised mostly by his mother as a child, spending his time amongst the other Métis children and sometimes joining with the other Indians when they had ceremonies. Lauren especially idolized his grandfather, an elder among the Blackfoot who still made time to go out buffalo hunting with the young men. During his childhood, his father would periodically come around to check on him and teach him of the European culture, much to his mother's chagrin. At the age of four, his grandfather was shot by a bandit, his body dragged around by his horse so much it was barely recognizable. Soon after, his village was raided and his mother was killed, along with four in five of the village's inhabitants. Lauren was raised for four months by one of the now-homeless young hunters, Tired Condor, until his father, shocked and crying, came upon the two, shooting Condor dead due to a miscommunication. Lauren had already been through so much, and his father wasn't surprised to see the youth become walled-off and hard to talk to. Lauren's father, still a young man, retired to Quebec in order to raise the child. As a young man, Lauren returned to his home in the west, gathering the remaining members of his village together and holding a solemn vigil for the passed. A few years later, the Red River Rebellion broke out. Lauren enlisted into Louis Riel's army, serving on the firing squad of Thomas Scott, though he did not fire a single shot, instead fleeing south on horseback with all his possessions and reinventing himself as "Matey", a corruption of "Métis", for his ethnicity. He began serving as a bounty hunter and patron of the many Indian villages still thriving in the west.
Extra
Anything else you feel needs to be added, but doesn’t fit anywhere else.
Lauren has also been known as Matey Scott and Al Revoir, when in Indian territories, he goes by his native name Iiniwa.
Lauren prefers to not introduce himself by name, instead going as Matey most of the time.
Lauren is a father, though he doesn't care for his children, and with many, isn't even aware they exist. |
47,609 | 1,292 | 23 | 2,599 | 276 | Lily stumbled as well as her blow knocked the male backwards onto the floor, catching her footing just in time to see him brandishing a bottle as a weapon; as he came in swinging the woman lowered her head and shoulders. Pushing off the wooden floor as she attempted to tackle the man, grabbing at the area behind his knees to assist in toppling the larger opponent; his bottle coming down just below her shoulders shattering glass into her back producing a fair amount of blood through her white shirt and leather vest. Groaning in pain she pushed herself harder, wishing to drive him onto his back on the floor; reaching upwards if she successfully did so her fingers reaching for his long dark hair with the left; her right driving yet more punches towards his floating ribs as she grappled for control.
"Hold! Still ya sum bitch!" | Name:Lily Bell
Nicknames/alias:None
Age:44
Place of birth & ethnicity:Mobile, Alabama Caucasian
Gender:Female
Occupation:Gunslinger/Solider
She ain't no woman to be trifled with.
Appearance: Lily is a average sized woman standing at five feet and ten inches, weighing a hundred and forty five pounds total. Her hair is shoulder length and dark brown with visible waves in it, matching her dark brown eyes and well tanned skin from being outdoors. She has three blue stripes tattooed onto her left cheek, put on her by the Apache indians when she was captured the stripes showing she was traded for two blankets and a horse; a permanent reminder of her capture.
Clothing: Lily typically wears normal long riding pants made of rough cotton, along with a white button up and a leather black sleeveless vest. With a rough trench coat completing the ensemble and of course a black wide brimmed circular hat.
Personal style: See above
Personality: Lily is a quiet and withdrawn person, not sharing personal details about herself very freely. Her tolerance for Yankee soldiers is quite low and she is quick to jump into a gun fight, though her time in the Confederate Army made her far wiser and more skilled of the gun than the average person. That being said when not being judged or tested Lily is a happy person, content to drink and gamble like anyone else; not afraid of base labor or getting bloody. She is quite fond of children.
Habits: Drinker, smoker
Regular life skills: Coach driver, Observation mapper, hunter, explorer
Combat skills
Sharpshooter - From six shooters to long rifles Lily is a proficient combatant
Close combat - Given a sword or knife Lily is fairly skilled in defeating opponents in close combat
Leader - Having seen war first hand makes Lily hardened to combat enabling her to lead in the heat of battle
Items on your person:
Griswold revolver (x2) - Lily wears a Griswold revolver on each hip, the pistols common amongst Southerners
Hunting knife - A foot and a half single edged steel knife sheathed in the boot
Flask - Not for water
Canteen - For water
Additional stuff:
-Brown pants (x2)
-White button ups (x3)
-Extra socks (x4 pairs)
-Winchester 84 lever action rifle
-Union officer's sword
What brings you to Haylliesburg: Seeking a new life, escaping Union controlled reconstruction in the south
Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: Lily was actually a wife and mother before the Civil War, although her career was the same as ever a tracker and hunter mostly at the time; her husband was an accountant and usually cared for their son at home. However a year before the start of the Civil War Lily's son Abel was taken by the flu, so when the conflict erupted husband and wife both set out to join the fray; leading to Lily cutting most of her hair off and disguising herself as a young teen boy. Not that many men cared who fought beside them as long as they were reliable when the heat was on, so naturally she formed a strong bond with those whom she fought with in the Forth Confederate Infantry. Lily lost her husband in a battle in Virginia over a bridge, the outnumbered southerners holding the structure until it could be destroyed, however Lily's husband had volunteered to set the charges and sacrificed himself after being shot to detonate the black powder being used to destroy the wooden structure. So when the war was said and done Lily had no one left, and she ventured to the west; running protection for wagon trains be they merchant or families striking across the vast nation. It was on one of these escorts that the Apache attacked the train overwhelming the defenders and seizing Lily as a prize, she spent only seven months amongst the Apache escaping one night by killing the sentinel left to guard her and the other captives.
Sample:
Lily sat high upon the back of her spotted heavy stallion, the sun's rays plummeting down onto the woman and her charges. A line of four wagons two with supplies and two with families rolling across the open grassy plains; several other guards rode beside the wagons as well each man carrying a firearm if not several along with those riding shotgun on the wagons they numbered twelve fighters. Suddenly an arrow came whirling across the open air, fired from an especially thick batch of grass; followed by loud yelping and screeching sounds Apache bursting from all around the train. Men fell quickly but began to return fire. Lily whipped her horse around and charged down the line, firing her revolver as she passed the warriors wounding some but missing those out of range. Her horse took an arrow to the neck leading Lily to fight on foot, rushing back to the wagons for some form of cover, the remaining survivors numbering only 6. The Apache quickly overtook the travelers, Lily striking down two more with the long officers blade she carried on her left hip; though she found herself knocked unconscious by a blow from behind. All and all killing over twenty four Apache warriors with only twelve fighters, Lily was stripped of her weapons and tattooed to mark her value in the tribe sold from her original captor to the next rather quickly. Lily spent the next seven months as a slave for the tribe, from menial labors to the heat of the Apache warriors before a battle or hunt, planning her escape the entire time; seeing her chance when the majority of the skilled warriors left the tribe. Headed to attempt an attack on the railroad, this left only a young boy guarding the captives teepee; Lily found a long strip of frayed rope upon the floor and crept behind the teen. Strangling him quickly and quietly before escaping, reclaiming her old weapons on the way out in a risky stealth mission into the chieftains tent which left two of his wives dead by the end.
Sample from previous rp
Favorite Western |
47,610 | 1,292 | 24 | 1,739 | 1,220 | Albert welcomed the sheriff with a gesture at the stool next to his, and waved to the smirking bartender -- who seemed to be amused by the fight, probably having seen thousands of them -- to give them both a drink. Both the bartender and the shirtless henchman kept close eye on the fighters, waiting to see whose brains they'd have to scrape off the floor that day.
”The bourbon is on me! Thank you, sir,” he said, slowly turning in his stool to watch the poor bastards go at each other, but deciding not to interfere as long as they didn't turn upon him. He found his holster undone, wondering whether he'd lost trust in the spear or whether he'd grown more cautious on his travels west. Better safe than sorry. Wet glasses were placed on the polished wooden bar and he could hear the man behind him move a metal bucket with his foot. Water and rugs, for the brain scraping. Will be over soon.
”The owner of this joint must be asleep or away, I reckon, sheriff. Or he is too used to this type of good morning to do anything about it.”
The gory scenes were playing before him, bottles and limbs now breaking on each other. A woman putting her back into a bar fight never failed to bewilder him. ”I did warn her. Maybe I should have worn him. God damned idiots...” Running his fingers through his hair, he turned away to face the bar and took his shot of the bourbon looking at the reflection of the great white deer skull hanging on the wall above the stairs behind him, the pale thing observing the fight before it like some macabre forest god of the heathens.
He put the glass down and wiped his mouth clean. ”Norwegian, I take it? Or Danish? I couldn't quite make it out through all the ruckus. I'd bet on the former: you've that air to you. Marvelous whalers, Norwegians! Some of the best I've seen. Albert, Albert B. White.” He put his hand forward for a handshake. | Name: Albert Baldwin White
Nicknames/alias: Called Cato among the crewmen he served with –- not because he possessed any special philosophical wisdom, but ironically, for managing to stab himself (although accidentally) with his own knife while eating on his first day on board when he was 18. No nicknames otherwise.
Age: 30 years old.
Place of birth & ethnicity: Somewhere in Massachusetts country. His mother was traveling when her water broke so she gave birth in an improvised camp; he is an Anglo, worked in Nantucket and across New England mostly, and some menial jobs in various ports in Africa and Asia.
Gender: Male.
Occupation: Ex-crewman on a whaler who rose to a harpooner position after some years; now looking for a job on land.
Character appearance & personality
Appearance: 6'0'' tall, dark green eyes, darker brown hair and facial hair like on the picture provided. He’s averagely built on first sight, but his hands, arms, legs, and torso have the hidden, unseen harpooner's strength resulting from climbing ropes, fixing ships, handling wood, rowing and thrusting the spear at whales and hacking them with knives, and that might go unnoticed until a fight breaks out. He has a stab wound on his abdomen, a small scar on his left eyebrow, and some minor cuts and burns on his shoulders and arms collected here and there as most men do, from reckless childhood play and tools and the like.
Clothing: Black boots, black pants tucked in them, a belt, a dark brown shirt under a dark brown vest, and a black town coat. He has a hat on sometimes, though prefers not to. His clothing is dirtied and battered since he’s been traveling all the way from the northeast.
Personal style: He’s most comfortable in his sailing uniform when at sea, but on land he likes to keep it simple and avoid anything fancy.
Personality: Thanks to his experience on the ship, he’s encountered many different peoples and faiths, from Japanese to Norwegian to Icelandic to African, and has learned to treat people according to their character, not ethnicity or faith, albeit after getting to know them. Life on ship does make man bond with unexpected company, but it also hardens the man, and makes him somewhat alien to those on shore as they often do not understand the actions of those who prefer the endless blue, just how they do not understand the land dwellers. He is ready to work and do most things, nevertheless, if the pay is good. He is cooperative and even more so when the ante is up or when the well being of the community is at stake. In such cases he will not back away from a fight. Although it may seem strange for a poor seaman and a slayer of the mighty whales, Albert is a man interested in the power of the word and more often than not spends his free time entertaining himself with a grammar book of some foreign language, a story, a poem, or phrases he picked up from strangers from far away places. He does keep this interest mostly private and would never sacrifice his work or chores in its favor, although he is always up for a discussion concerning all that when there is time. However, when on duty, the strict work ethic takes over and chases any sensibility aside.
Habits: When nervous he runs his fingers through his hair, that being the thing people usually notice first. He has a strong habit of cracking his knuckles, too, probably a result of witnessing and participating in countless bar and harbour fights that he can’t seem to avoid wherever he goes.
Skills and items
Regular life skills: Albert is a masterful shot with the spear, as his hard earned whalebone pin proves. He can do any physical work on ship, repair minor damages on them, he can fish, and he can go hunting on land as well as he does not fear facing beasts. Anything else he’d be willing to learn or get better at.
Combat skills: Harpoon and cutting knives are his tools of choice, besides fists, and he has a very basic knowledge of how to use firearms; in other words: he can point and shoot.
Items on your person: He bought a used pistol on his way to Arizona and he keeps it on his belt, just in case. He’s got a knife, a gift from a sailor from Liberia. He also has a pocket watch inherited from his father, sometimes a hat, and of course some money in the wallet, and a photograph of his wife, Livia, and their little daughter, Anna.
Additional stuff: As he is on the road west, alone, he carries a satchel and a bag of clothes, with some ale and food to chew on in-between towns. Oh, and he brought his harpoon to use as a decoration.
History
What brings you to Haylliesburg: Work and promised opportunity for anyone who is willing to work. He is looking for work in the west, hoping to find a place to settle down and earn enough money to bring his family to live with him as soon as possible.
Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: Albert was born in the countryside of Massachusetts in an improvised camp to Elizabeth and Walter White, both of English origin although with some German thrown in there. His father was a trader and his mother taught school children. He lived with them and was home schooled by his mother until his later teens when he moved to his uncle Thomas, his mother's brother, to work with him at the shipyard. Eventually, looking to earn a bit more than the scrapes he got at the yard, he signed up as the lowest of the low deck cleaner on a whaler called Emily and eventually, through years of hard work and obedience, rose up slowly and earned the place in the boat, wielding a harpoon next to the more experienced mates. The sea got into his blood and he found himself growing sad and sickly when on land for too long, and one voyage leading to another, he eventually started spending more time on the ship than at home. At the age of 27 he married the daughter of his uncle's neighbor, and soon they had a daughter, although he barely saw either of them since he left for Singapore weeks after the wedding. Strange things happened in a short span of time: he became suddenly ill, the disease not being one of the known sorts; he saw a crew member hang himself from the mast; and he barely survived a pirate attack thank to sheer luck, as they stopped shortly after the first guns were fired and disappeared. He took it all as a bad omen, even though he is not a superstitious man, and had to return home quickly. After his homecoming he decided he would turn to some other type of work, to make sure he stays alive and able to provide for his family. The talk of the west had been going on in the town, and he naturally picked it up and became interested, in the job possibility more so than the gold talk. After some preparation he left, hoping to settle down or at least find some stability in terms of work and housing before inviting his family to join him.
Extra
And where do you think you're going...?
The Last Pale Light in the West
And some metal
San Francisco C*CKSUCKA!
This is the post I made before making this post, which I am posting to show you that I have read the rules!
Favourite western? See the first thing on this list! It's from Shane (1953). I also suggest No Country for Old Men, both the book and the movie, although it is a neo-western or an anti-western, however you wish. Butcher's Crossing is another good novel. And the best for last, check out Blood Meridian for the most epic, violent western story! |
47,611 | 1,292 | 25 | 800 | 3,846 | Jonah was thrown back if only slightly by the woman attacking the large Indian man. He rolled his eyes and moved in front of her and started to push her back. "Miss, I bet his people did some damn near heinous things but this one ain doin a damn thing. Also I'm supposed to be the new sheriff so I'm gonna ask nicely, leave the damn man alone. That's enou-"
Cshhhhhh
For a nice long second he made sweet love to the floor as the Indian bared down on him with a bottle, most likely aimed for the woman. Jonah's eyes fluttered back open and he took notice to the woman now grappling with the man. Now, there could be a simple solution to this, a couple really: Fire off a round and point it at the two and force them outside or try to break it up again and arrest them both. However, neither option came to thought but rather.
"Did you- You damn- COM"ERE GIRANAMO! IMMA TAN YOUR RED HIDE!"
He felt a lump forming on the back of his head and small pieces of glass sticking out his neck which he managed to pluck out a couple before charging the man and with the help of the woman already holding him, Jonah speared the tall Indian with the woman accompanying the old captain into a group of poker players. Sadly, before they became a part of what would soon be a saloon brawl, Jonah took notice to one of the poker players...A former Union sergeant. | Name: Cpt. Jonah Hawthorne
Nicknames/alias: Jonah, Hawthorne,
Age: 38
Place of birth & ethnicity: Topeka, Kansas & white
Gender: Male
Occupation: Former Confederate solider (Rank Captain), Currently Sheriff
Character appearance & personality
Apperance: Jonah is a bit on the rougher side, wearing a fairly think beard around his his face. Well, mostly around his face. Unfortunately he had crossed path with former Union soliders who brandish his face with a cattle prod before authorities saved him. His hair is of neck length and doesn't particularly care how it sits since most of the time it is hidden under his hat. ANother thing to note is that he has a bit of a nasty limp in his right leg from when he was shot back in the Civil War.
Clothing: Old Confederate officer frock coat open, white sleeve shirt under old confederate vest, leather pants, boots, duster and old and worn confederate hat as shown in picture.
Personal style: As descripted above unless inside which its usually just shirt, pants and boots.
Personality: Heh. Er'y body wants teh know what makes me so special but lemme sey this. I'm not goin about cawlin mahself a Capten, its former Capten, Dun caw me that Nuttin really. I just consier mahself a man of ahnor, n'a man o truth. Shame ah fought for the wron' side but it ehs whaddit ehs. Dun tawk about it much. Nuttin worth taw'kin about. (Jonah is a rather straight forward individual both on and off the job. His lack of sympathy and distain for bullshit has made him a lot of enemies both within the law and among the civilian population. However, he has been known to show curtesy and some generosity but that is once in a blue moon, if he even feels up to it. He also is a bit reckless and has a tendency to put himself in harms way, purposely. His military life has effectively desensitized him to death and murder, so the sight of either has no true effect on his psyche. Thanks to Anderson and Quantill and there horrific acts on the civilian population during a time of war, he now shows little to no sympathy for thieves, rapists, murders and sinners.)
Habits: Jonah usually wipes his mouth often, this is mostly due to the hole in the side of his mouth which allows drool and liquids to flow out. He also chews on cigars when he's bored or clicks his tongue when agitated.
Skills and items
Regular life skills: Tracking, Sharpshooting, hand-to-hand, hunting, fishing, horseback riding and simple guerilla tactics.
Combat skills: Henry Model 1860 lever action rifle: Effective shot at around 160 yards, Excellent shot from 150 yards down.
Smith & Wesson Revolvers: Effective shot at 30 yards, Excellent shot at 20. Moderate firing speed with dual pistols, excellent firing speed with single pistol in hand.
Knife(ives):
-Throwing skills: Effective at 5 yards, excellent 4 and down.
-Combat: Moderate knife combat skill.
Items on your person: Henry Model 1860 lever action rifle lever action with a Henry Golden boy Scope and mount, two Smith & Wesson Top Break revolvers, Large boot knife, Bowie knife under coat and a small derringer pistol kept in the sleeve of his shirt. Sheriffs badge also hidden under coat, Rifle round belt, Tabacoo, tobacco papers and cigars. Small flask, 5 dollars and thirty five cents and a small book containing names of wanted men and their bounties.
Additional stuff: Canteen, spare Longjohns and double of his clothing including boots with spurs. 50ft of rope, extra rounds and cleaning kit. Spare bandannas. riding gloves.
History
What brings you to Haylliesburg:
Jonah had decided to come to Haylliesburg to escape his past mistakes in the hopes of starting anew as law enforcement. Although, as law enforcement he has earned a reputation as sort of a lose cannon.
Your life before coming to Haylliesburg:
Jonah was a solider of the Civil War, siding on the Confederates side with the intention to make his way to captain and help the south defeat the North. Over time however, as he delved into the politics of it, his view on the war started to shift not in favor for the south nor the north. He became rather disgusted of it. His disgust of the war was only concreted into his head when he rode under two notable figures, both at separate times. William C. Quantrill and William T. Anderson, both of which he despised thanks to a few raids done on towns who sympathized for the Union. One he recalls was a horrific raid on a Missouri town causing the death of many with zero discrimination and with extreme prejudice. Towards the end of the war he had reluctantly accepted the promotional rank of Captain and was told to lead a group of men against a Union encampment. However, when he had gotten there, instead of fighting, he simply surrendered and awaited the end of the war in a cell, managing to talk his way out of the hangmen's noose. The war had left horrible scars on him both physically and mentally but nonetheless felt that he needed to make amends and the way he would do that would be to become a sheriff.
There are parts of his passed that he refuses to talk about for specific reasons, thought, most of those reasons simply consist of "None of your business".
"Dons' matter when or where, but someday soon I'm gonn' die, and'da devil gon' take what's his...An' I'm not gonna try an' stop'em."
Extra
Alcoholic.
Smoker
Also has the developing symptoms of Tuberculosis
Favorite Western(s): Tombstone, True Grit (both old and remake), Quick and the Dead, The Good, The Bad and The Ugly and finally more of a comedy, Mel Brooks' Blazing Saddles. |
47,612 | 1,292 | 26 | 622 | 669 | The brawl continued as another man, someone who had been previously speaking to the Confederate woman, tried to stop the brawl. He winced as the Native broke a bottle across the man's back neck as he tried to talk some sense into the woman. What came next caught him completely off guard, however. The native was pulled into the brawl again as the man who just a minute ago had tried to keep the peace began attacking him. Suddenly, they all fell directly towards where Josiah was sitting, and Josiah tried to get out of the way with a cry of with a cry of "Shi-!
Josiah was thrown back when the brawling group fell into the poker table. Standing up, and brushing himself off, Josiah sighed before thinking Well, I guess I'll hafta handle this meself.... Yelling "Oi ya bloody rebel bastards! Leave tha poor man alone! He's jus' tryin ta play a hand o' cards!", he stepped up to the group and began trying to pull the other man back, gripping his arms and saying "Someone get tha lass!" as he attempted to hold the man's arms behind his back. | Name: Josiah Solomon Murphy
Nicknames/alias: "Sarge" for those aware of his military history, "Mick" generally for when people learn of his Irish heritage.
Age: 38
Place of birth & ethnicity: Dublin, Ireland, Irish
Gender: Male
Occupation: Bounty Hunter, occasional deputy.
Character appearance & personality
Appearance: Josiah is an average-sized man, not much taller than most, and a relatively normal build. His brown hair is beginning to grey with age, and his face is wrinkling with the same. His green eyes are losing their youthful shine, dulling to a more mottled color. His muscular, but aged body bares several scars from knives and gunshot wounds, and he walks with a slight limp in his left leg.
Clothing: He wears a brown leather duster in most occasions, with a dirty bandana around his neck, an old US Army uniform shirt underneath. He wears long khaki pants tucked into black riding boots. He has a pistol holster at his belt, and a rifle sheath slung over his back.
Personal style: He generally sticks to long shirts and pants, with his usual riding boots and leather duster. In winter and cold weather he swaps the duster for a thick US Army double-breasted cavalry overcoat from the days of the Civil War.
Personality: A gruff, stern man, he hates lawbreakers and other criminals, often wanting them dead as soon as he hears of them. He's a notorious drinker, and a damn-good cards player.
Habits: When he's nervous or cautious, he'll often light up a cigar to calm his nerves. He makes a sure note to get at least one drink from the bar in every town he visits, as an odd sign of respect.
Skills and items
Regular life skills: He's strong, a good rider, great at giving orders and directing others, a good tracker, a fine cook, and a decent marksman
Combat skills: He's trained in use of cavlary sabers, revolver pistols, and repeater rifles.
Items on your person: His normal outfit, up to $10, a few cigars, a hip flask for alcohol, his Colt Dragoon revolver, and often a repeater rifle in his back sheath.
Additional stuff: A week's worth of spare clothing, his winter coat, spare ammunition for his rifle and pistol, his cavalry saber, a small framed photo of himself when he made Sergeant in the army, his horse, and a Catholic Bible.
History
What brings you to Haylliesburg: He's mainly looking for solid work as a deputy or other lawman, maybe a place to settle down. He's grown a bit tired of hopping from town to town looking for bounties, and would like a full-time job somewhere.
Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: Josiah was born in Dublin, Ireland, and lived there until he was about 4 years old. His parents had heard about the wonders of the United States, and decided to migrate there. With him, his parents, and his older brother, they lived in a small, dilapidated apartment in New York, with his father as a dockworker, and his mother schooling him and his brother to the best of her ability. When his brother grew old enough, he left their home and looked for work out west, occasionally sending back letters to tell the family how he was doing. This inspired young Josiah to want to make a life for himself out west as well, where the biggest opportunities presented themselves. However, when Josiah came of age, the American civil war had begun, and he was one of those chosen to serve. Having been one of the few inducted to serve in the US Cavalry, he took to it well for someone raised in the city. He would go on to reach the rank of Sergeant by the end of the war, and would leave the Army once the war had ended. With only his government stipend and the skills of a fighter, Josiah decided to set out west, taking up work as a roaming bounty hunter and lawman, helping towns fend off bandits, but never staying in one place for too long.
Extra
Anything else you feel needs to be added, but doesn’t fit anywhere else.
Do the Red Dead games count...? I kid. I really enjoy most of Clint Eastwood's movies. |
47,613 | 1,292 | 27 | 328 | 1,799 | The brawl had quickly turned bad for Lauren, who was now facing two angry confederates, one of whom had started grappling with him. He knew from experience that pulling out his knife would be a bad idea, sure it could intimidate or end the fight fast, but the sheriff was right in front of him.
Thankfully, his table partner grabbed the half-faced man, allowing him to focus entirely on the girl. As they wrestled, Lauren noticed her legs were bent and apart to give her extra leverage, it also made her... lower body a target.
Lauren shoved her back a second, re-positioning his leg in preparation, and then shot his foot upwards. A common misconception, he noted, was that women felt a kick in that area less then a man did, however true that might be, it was more than enough to incapacitate an opponent of either gender. | Name: Lauren Compagnon Cartier
Nicknames/alias: "Matey", Al Revoir, Iiniwa
Age: 34
Place of birth & ethnicity: Red River Colony, Rupert's Land, Canada. Métis.
Gender: Male
Occupation: Bounty hunter, Soldier (Formerly), Huntsman (Formerly).
Character appearance & personality
Apperance: Lauren is lanky and tall, he has an average build. He is long-haired and has short facial hair. He has light skin and almond eyes, his hair is a dark black. Lauren has a large scar on his lower back, and has a rife bullet located somewhere in his lower abdomen. He has long hair, reaching his shoulders. He has a round face and high cheekbones.
Clothing: Lauren often wears a small black jacket with cuffed sleeves over a similarly black waistcoat, a gold pocket watch chain hung over it. He has a brown gun-belt on his waist for his revolver. He wears black trousers and brown boots. He also wears a large black brimmed hat. When in Indian territories, he wears an outfit once worn by his grandfather, a Blackfoot elder. When in this outfit, the only thing that prevents him from appearing fully native is his white skin. It is comprised of a loose-fitting shirt, chaps, and moccasins.
Personal style: Lauren is often sharply dressed, wearing suits and jackets that are in fashion in Europe. When riding or performing a bounty, he trades his fashionable attire for dark brown ponchos with beige trim, or worn dusters, already stained with a plethora of substances.
Personality: Lauren is taciturn and never talks about his past, he dislikes racism towards Indians due to his descent and especially dislikes bandits. Lauren is spiritual and often quick to bond with members of the Indian community. Lauren speaks the language of his people and French, and has little ability with English. He speaks English with a heavy accent and many pauses due to his unfamiliarity with the language's many confusing rules and clauses, as such, he prefers to stay quiet, when he does speak, it is often in monosyllabic words. Lauren is exceptional at hold-em, and is often found at a saloon table when not on a bounty. Lauren has little empathy, caring only on what he is about to do next, and not caring about anyone else his actions might affect.
Habits: When angry, Lauren's already heavy Quebecois accent becomes even heavier, and he rants in both his native tongues so fast not even native speakers understand him. He also has a habit of pushing against his lower back when distressed due to his scar.
Skills and items
Regular life skills: Lauren is a good tracker, and exceptional at riding, able to guide his horse with just his knees when aiming his rifle. He can barter well when he is pushed, and he is quite charismatic, owing to his handsome face and smooth French accent.
Combat skills: Lauren is an incredible marksman, especially when armed with a repeater or other rifle. He has a good quick-draw and is alright in a brawl.
Items on your person: Lauren carries a Cookson repeater and a Colt SAA, he also carries a beaver-fur hat, a gift from his father which he does not wear for risk of damaging it. He often has enough money on his person to afford a good horse. He also carries a hatchet and a hunting knife.
Additional stuff: Lauren has four sets of European style clothing, his bounty hunting duster and poncho, and his grandfather's outfit for visits to native territories.
History
What brings you to Haylliesburg: Lauren arrived at Haylliesburg a few months ago, stopping on his way to a bounty for a meal. Remembering the location, he returned recently to have some downtime before heading back out after bounties.
Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: Lauren Cartier was born in the Red River Indian territory to a native woman and a Voyageur by the name of Laurent. Lauren was raised mostly by his mother as a child, spending his time amongst the other Métis children and sometimes joining with the other Indians when they had ceremonies. Lauren especially idolized his grandfather, an elder among the Blackfoot who still made time to go out buffalo hunting with the young men. During his childhood, his father would periodically come around to check on him and teach him of the European culture, much to his mother's chagrin. At the age of four, his grandfather was shot by a bandit, his body dragged around by his horse so much it was barely recognizable. Soon after, his village was raided and his mother was killed, along with four in five of the village's inhabitants. Lauren was raised for four months by one of the now-homeless young hunters, Tired Condor, until his father, shocked and crying, came upon the two, shooting Condor dead due to a miscommunication. Lauren had already been through so much, and his father wasn't surprised to see the youth become walled-off and hard to talk to. Lauren's father, still a young man, retired to Quebec in order to raise the child. As a young man, Lauren returned to his home in the west, gathering the remaining members of his village together and holding a solemn vigil for the passed. A few years later, the Red River Rebellion broke out. Lauren enlisted into Louis Riel's army, serving on the firing squad of Thomas Scott, though he did not fire a single shot, instead fleeing south on horseback with all his possessions and reinventing himself as "Matey", a corruption of "Métis", for his ethnicity. He began serving as a bounty hunter and patron of the many Indian villages still thriving in the west.
Extra
Anything else you feel needs to be added, but doesn’t fit anywhere else.
Lauren has also been known as Matey Scott and Al Revoir, when in Indian territories, he goes by his native name Iiniwa.
Lauren prefers to not introduce himself by name, instead going as Matey most of the time.
Lauren is a father, though he doesn't care for his children, and with many, isn't even aware they exist. |
47,614 | 1,292 | 28 | 2,599 | 276 | Lily grunted heavily as two of her blows hit their mark, only to find herself kicked in her more personal regions. A kick which sent her rolling off to the males right cursing his life quite audibly, however it wouldn't cease her assault; both pumping with adrenaline and dulled by whiskey. Swaying as she tumbled back to her feet her shoulder hitting the wall beside a dingy thin glass window, a knife sized piece of the broken bottle in her hand; her eyes narrowed towards the male as the entire bar erupted in small brawls over various personal matters. Her own assault of the larger man like throwing a spark into blackpowder of petty issues. | Name:Lily Bell
Nicknames/alias:None
Age:44
Place of birth & ethnicity:Mobile, Alabama Caucasian
Gender:Female
Occupation:Gunslinger/Solider
She ain't no woman to be trifled with.
Appearance: Lily is a average sized woman standing at five feet and ten inches, weighing a hundred and forty five pounds total. Her hair is shoulder length and dark brown with visible waves in it, matching her dark brown eyes and well tanned skin from being outdoors. She has three blue stripes tattooed onto her left cheek, put on her by the Apache indians when she was captured the stripes showing she was traded for two blankets and a horse; a permanent reminder of her capture.
Clothing: Lily typically wears normal long riding pants made of rough cotton, along with a white button up and a leather black sleeveless vest. With a rough trench coat completing the ensemble and of course a black wide brimmed circular hat.
Personal style: See above
Personality: Lily is a quiet and withdrawn person, not sharing personal details about herself very freely. Her tolerance for Yankee soldiers is quite low and she is quick to jump into a gun fight, though her time in the Confederate Army made her far wiser and more skilled of the gun than the average person. That being said when not being judged or tested Lily is a happy person, content to drink and gamble like anyone else; not afraid of base labor or getting bloody. She is quite fond of children.
Habits: Drinker, smoker
Regular life skills: Coach driver, Observation mapper, hunter, explorer
Combat skills
Sharpshooter - From six shooters to long rifles Lily is a proficient combatant
Close combat - Given a sword or knife Lily is fairly skilled in defeating opponents in close combat
Leader - Having seen war first hand makes Lily hardened to combat enabling her to lead in the heat of battle
Items on your person:
Griswold revolver (x2) - Lily wears a Griswold revolver on each hip, the pistols common amongst Southerners
Hunting knife - A foot and a half single edged steel knife sheathed in the boot
Flask - Not for water
Canteen - For water
Additional stuff:
-Brown pants (x2)
-White button ups (x3)
-Extra socks (x4 pairs)
-Winchester 84 lever action rifle
-Union officer's sword
What brings you to Haylliesburg: Seeking a new life, escaping Union controlled reconstruction in the south
Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: Lily was actually a wife and mother before the Civil War, although her career was the same as ever a tracker and hunter mostly at the time; her husband was an accountant and usually cared for their son at home. However a year before the start of the Civil War Lily's son Abel was taken by the flu, so when the conflict erupted husband and wife both set out to join the fray; leading to Lily cutting most of her hair off and disguising herself as a young teen boy. Not that many men cared who fought beside them as long as they were reliable when the heat was on, so naturally she formed a strong bond with those whom she fought with in the Forth Confederate Infantry. Lily lost her husband in a battle in Virginia over a bridge, the outnumbered southerners holding the structure until it could be destroyed, however Lily's husband had volunteered to set the charges and sacrificed himself after being shot to detonate the black powder being used to destroy the wooden structure. So when the war was said and done Lily had no one left, and she ventured to the west; running protection for wagon trains be they merchant or families striking across the vast nation. It was on one of these escorts that the Apache attacked the train overwhelming the defenders and seizing Lily as a prize, she spent only seven months amongst the Apache escaping one night by killing the sentinel left to guard her and the other captives.
Sample:
Lily sat high upon the back of her spotted heavy stallion, the sun's rays plummeting down onto the woman and her charges. A line of four wagons two with supplies and two with families rolling across the open grassy plains; several other guards rode beside the wagons as well each man carrying a firearm if not several along with those riding shotgun on the wagons they numbered twelve fighters. Suddenly an arrow came whirling across the open air, fired from an especially thick batch of grass; followed by loud yelping and screeching sounds Apache bursting from all around the train. Men fell quickly but began to return fire. Lily whipped her horse around and charged down the line, firing her revolver as she passed the warriors wounding some but missing those out of range. Her horse took an arrow to the neck leading Lily to fight on foot, rushing back to the wagons for some form of cover, the remaining survivors numbering only 6. The Apache quickly overtook the travelers, Lily striking down two more with the long officers blade she carried on her left hip; though she found herself knocked unconscious by a blow from behind. All and all killing over twenty four Apache warriors with only twelve fighters, Lily was stripped of her weapons and tattooed to mark her value in the tribe sold from her original captor to the next rather quickly. Lily spent the next seven months as a slave for the tribe, from menial labors to the heat of the Apache warriors before a battle or hunt, planning her escape the entire time; seeing her chance when the majority of the skilled warriors left the tribe. Headed to attempt an attack on the railroad, this left only a young boy guarding the captives teepee; Lily found a long strip of frayed rope upon the floor and crept behind the teen. Strangling him quickly and quietly before escaping, reclaiming her old weapons on the way out in a risky stealth mission into the chieftains tent which left two of his wives dead by the end.
Sample from previous rp
Favorite Western |
47,615 | 1,292 | 29 | 1,739 | 1,220 | Erik Torvald Viken
"You don't say. Thank you very much, sir."
Erik was more than happy to accept the bourbon from the man, especially since he was A) not shouting or fighting him, and B) offering him a drink for free. Once the bartender came back, Erik gratefully accepted the glass, nodding to both the bartender and the man who'd introduced himself as Albert. Albert B. White, quite the name for a man that far out west, Erik thought as he downed the bourbon quickly down his throat.
"Whether or not the owner is home, though I assume He IS the owner...," Erik said to Albert, turning his head to the bartender who quietly nodded and chuckled, cleaning up glasses and looking over at the big bar-fight taking place before them. "...I did not except a fight to start that easily, even out here west. Then again, people'll find any reason to start a brawl if they can. As long as I don't have to, they can kick their teeth out for all I care."
He shot another look at the brawl now including; the Native, the Woman, one odd-cheeked Confederate, an Irishman and...the sheriff? Erik tilted his head as he looked at the self-proclaimed sheriff, noticing his sudden change from calmly talking to charging the Indian. Was he the original sheriff, or had he been just hired like him and decided to say 'fuck it' for a good fight?
"I'd say yes as long as you didn't call me a Swede, which I have to give to you; good work. Yes I'm Norwegian, born and bred, so perhaps I actually smell of the sea. I couldn't tell, been smelling that way for years. Erik. T. Viken, glad to meet you Albert. You must be a sailor to have known that, but you look like one so I can't say I'm surprised."
Erik smiled at the man, genuinely as a matter of fact, since he seemed to actually know about his home which many Americans frankly just didn't give two shits about. He reached and shook his hand, feeling the hard grip from his hand, possibly the hand of a harpooner.
Just then the saloon doors shot upen, an old and bent man running in with heavy breaths and sweat pouring down from his face. He didn't seem to realize what was actually taking place in the saloon, as he simply started shouting.
-"Them bandits are'ere! Them are after the cattle, ME' cattle! The sheriff, ya'll need to stop 'em from taking Bessy, Claudia, Bell, all of 'em!"
Erik looked at the man, realizing this was what he had been hired to fix. He looked back at Albert, sighing. "At least three...four in this place thinks I'm sheriff. Can you help me enforce the law, Mr. White? I'm afraid I need a proper American for people to listen to me." Erik poured the second glass of bourbon down before turning to the huge fight in the middle, trying to adress the crowd. "Okei alle sammen, listen up! When I come back to stop this fighting for once, I expect everyone to be alive and breathing. I don't want to have to do too much as sheri..." his voice was cut off by the sound of gunfire from the outside and the shattering glass of the saloon windows, causing Erik to jump off the chair he'd been standing on and down on the ground.
The bandits were here, oh yes, but they weren't out after cattle no more. | Name: Albert Baldwin White
Nicknames/alias: Called Cato among the crewmen he served with –- not because he possessed any special philosophical wisdom, but ironically, for managing to stab himself (although accidentally) with his own knife while eating on his first day on board when he was 18. No nicknames otherwise.
Age: 30 years old.
Place of birth & ethnicity: Somewhere in Massachusetts country. His mother was traveling when her water broke so she gave birth in an improvised camp; he is an Anglo, worked in Nantucket and across New England mostly, and some menial jobs in various ports in Africa and Asia.
Gender: Male.
Occupation: Ex-crewman on a whaler who rose to a harpooner position after some years; now looking for a job on land.
Character appearance & personality
Appearance: 6'0'' tall, dark green eyes, darker brown hair and facial hair like on the picture provided. He’s averagely built on first sight, but his hands, arms, legs, and torso have the hidden, unseen harpooner's strength resulting from climbing ropes, fixing ships, handling wood, rowing and thrusting the spear at whales and hacking them with knives, and that might go unnoticed until a fight breaks out. He has a stab wound on his abdomen, a small scar on his left eyebrow, and some minor cuts and burns on his shoulders and arms collected here and there as most men do, from reckless childhood play and tools and the like.
Clothing: Black boots, black pants tucked in them, a belt, a dark brown shirt under a dark brown vest, and a black town coat. He has a hat on sometimes, though prefers not to. His clothing is dirtied and battered since he’s been traveling all the way from the northeast.
Personal style: He’s most comfortable in his sailing uniform when at sea, but on land he likes to keep it simple and avoid anything fancy.
Personality: Thanks to his experience on the ship, he’s encountered many different peoples and faiths, from Japanese to Norwegian to Icelandic to African, and has learned to treat people according to their character, not ethnicity or faith, albeit after getting to know them. Life on ship does make man bond with unexpected company, but it also hardens the man, and makes him somewhat alien to those on shore as they often do not understand the actions of those who prefer the endless blue, just how they do not understand the land dwellers. He is ready to work and do most things, nevertheless, if the pay is good. He is cooperative and even more so when the ante is up or when the well being of the community is at stake. In such cases he will not back away from a fight. Although it may seem strange for a poor seaman and a slayer of the mighty whales, Albert is a man interested in the power of the word and more often than not spends his free time entertaining himself with a grammar book of some foreign language, a story, a poem, or phrases he picked up from strangers from far away places. He does keep this interest mostly private and would never sacrifice his work or chores in its favor, although he is always up for a discussion concerning all that when there is time. However, when on duty, the strict work ethic takes over and chases any sensibility aside.
Habits: When nervous he runs his fingers through his hair, that being the thing people usually notice first. He has a strong habit of cracking his knuckles, too, probably a result of witnessing and participating in countless bar and harbour fights that he can’t seem to avoid wherever he goes.
Skills and items
Regular life skills: Albert is a masterful shot with the spear, as his hard earned whalebone pin proves. He can do any physical work on ship, repair minor damages on them, he can fish, and he can go hunting on land as well as he does not fear facing beasts. Anything else he’d be willing to learn or get better at.
Combat skills: Harpoon and cutting knives are his tools of choice, besides fists, and he has a very basic knowledge of how to use firearms; in other words: he can point and shoot.
Items on your person: He bought a used pistol on his way to Arizona and he keeps it on his belt, just in case. He’s got a knife, a gift from a sailor from Liberia. He also has a pocket watch inherited from his father, sometimes a hat, and of course some money in the wallet, and a photograph of his wife, Livia, and their little daughter, Anna.
Additional stuff: As he is on the road west, alone, he carries a satchel and a bag of clothes, with some ale and food to chew on in-between towns. Oh, and he brought his harpoon to use as a decoration.
History
What brings you to Haylliesburg: Work and promised opportunity for anyone who is willing to work. He is looking for work in the west, hoping to find a place to settle down and earn enough money to bring his family to live with him as soon as possible.
Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: Albert was born in the countryside of Massachusetts in an improvised camp to Elizabeth and Walter White, both of English origin although with some German thrown in there. His father was a trader and his mother taught school children. He lived with them and was home schooled by his mother until his later teens when he moved to his uncle Thomas, his mother's brother, to work with him at the shipyard. Eventually, looking to earn a bit more than the scrapes he got at the yard, he signed up as the lowest of the low deck cleaner on a whaler called Emily and eventually, through years of hard work and obedience, rose up slowly and earned the place in the boat, wielding a harpoon next to the more experienced mates. The sea got into his blood and he found himself growing sad and sickly when on land for too long, and one voyage leading to another, he eventually started spending more time on the ship than at home. At the age of 27 he married the daughter of his uncle's neighbor, and soon they had a daughter, although he barely saw either of them since he left for Singapore weeks after the wedding. Strange things happened in a short span of time: he became suddenly ill, the disease not being one of the known sorts; he saw a crew member hang himself from the mast; and he barely survived a pirate attack thank to sheer luck, as they stopped shortly after the first guns were fired and disappeared. He took it all as a bad omen, even though he is not a superstitious man, and had to return home quickly. After his homecoming he decided he would turn to some other type of work, to make sure he stays alive and able to provide for his family. The talk of the west had been going on in the town, and he naturally picked it up and became interested, in the job possibility more so than the gold talk. After some preparation he left, hoping to settle down or at least find some stability in terms of work and housing before inviting his family to join him.
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And where do you think you're going...?
The Last Pale Light in the West
And some metal
San Francisco C*CKSUCKA!
This is the post I made before making this post, which I am posting to show you that I have read the rules!
Favourite western? See the first thing on this list! It's from Shane (1953). I also suggest No Country for Old Men, both the book and the movie, although it is a neo-western or an anti-western, however you wish. Butcher's Crossing is another good novel. And the best for last, check out Blood Meridian for the most epic, violent western story! |
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Buck
A gang of outlaws had taken to making their position in the old general store, across the street. At least, some of them had, and were now taking pot shots at the saloon. What did they want? Chris didn't know, Chris didn't really care. As long as they weren't after him, it was none of his business. So, Chris walked to the doctor's office to hide. It was a good thing he left that saloon when he did, and now he wasn't in the middle of a gunfight.
Chris pushed in the door to the doctor's office, the bell over his head emitting a polite jingle.
"Leave me alone! I don't have anything!" The doctor said, cowering behind his desk.
"Not here to rob you, friend. Just here to not get shot."
"Oh, thank goodness."
"Not very many small towns like this have a doctor."
"Oh, well, I needed work, and...I mean, I'm basically a trained professional. Pretty much. As best as any town like this'll get."
"Indeed." Buck crouched next to him, as gunshots began to erupt from the saloon. Screams. More gunshots. Flames...screams. Music to a sadist's ears.
"If they come in here, I'll teach 'em a thing or two. I've got more knives than I do teeth." Buck said, rubbing his bald chin. If they wanted to kill him, that is.
The doctor nodded, and peeked out the dusty window. "Tarnation. They're really going at it out there. What do they want with this town anyway?" He said, turning to look back at Buck.
"Reckon they went to take it for themselves. No Sheriff, no deputies, not even some mercenaries. Just the folks here and some idiots having a bar fight."
The doctor was quiet for a moment.
"You don't suppose they'll let me keep working when they take over the town, will you?"
"Don't see why not. Everyone needs a doctor."
Buck pretended to look around the room, searching for something. "Say, Doc, seems you're missing some Yurithride."
"Yuri...what?"
"Yurithride. A miracle drug, developed back east. You haven't heard?" | Name: Chris Buckwood
Nicknames/alias: Buck
Age:39
Place of birth & ethnicity: Watkinsville, Georgia. White.
Gender: M
Occupation: Gambler, "merchant", conman.
Character appearance & personality
Appearance: Buck sticks out in a crowd, thats for sure. His skin has somehow stayed relatively pale. His build is tall, thin, and gangly. His arms and legs are long and he walks as if he is always about to topple over, even if he is quite coordinated.
His head is shaved bald, and his light blonde hair makes his eyebrows hard to see. He had a beard that starts at the top of his ears and covers his jaw and chin, sticking off and outwards, looking like the bottom of a broom. Is's light color makes it hard to see under certain lighting conditions. His face is his most prominent feature, with deep set, dark green eyes that are almost always overshadowed. His skin is pulled tight over his face, as if there wasn't enough to go around and he had to make do. His cheek bones and jaw are highly pronounced, making it almost cringe-worthy when he swivels and adjusts his jaw. It's almost skull-like, all of this results in a tight-lipped, hungry looking smile.
Clothing: A dark red suit made of cloth with white undershirt, as well as dark red pants and leather boots. Atop his shiny bald dome is a black bowler hat.
Personal style: Anything that looks classy.
Personality: Despite his ghastly appearance, Chris managed to make it work in his favor, his ugliness somehow making him appear more genuine. After all, with a face like that, what could he have to hide? Lots, actually. Buck has a passion for "earning" money. Easy marks, manipulation, and the rare fair deal are what composes his income. He's friendly enough, but it's almost always a front. He's arrogant and clever, with a dark, sometimes mocking, sense of humor.
Habits: There's a silver coin that he deftly flips through his fingers.
Skills and items
Regular life skills: Buck is a conman, through and through. He gets people to trust him just enough to take their money, then he's gone the next morning. His silver tongue is a big part of how he's managed to do what he does for so long. He's also somewhat of a botanist, just as a little hobby.
Combat skills: He's unusually flexible and speedy. Other than that, he's a cruddy shot, but he's good with a kinfe.
Items on your person: Fifty dollars, scattered about his person. He also has a gold-plated pocket watch, a deck of expensive looking playing cards and a boring looking Cattleman revolver. He also has several daggers hidden throughout his apparel, ready to pull out and stab anyone who gets grabby.
Additional stuff: A surprisingly well crafted fold-out cards table, some changes of clothing, extra cards, snake-oil products, and some extra small knives.
History
What brings you to Haylliesburg: These small town shmucks should be some easy marks. He's just passing through, looking to make some extra cash before moving onto a bigger city.
Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: He's lived the life of a nomad, hopping from settlement to settlement scamming hard-working folk of their money along the way with rigged gambling games and snake-oil products. It's not like he doesn't enjoy playing a fair and square poker game, it's just that he likes money more. This all started when he was younger, when his honest merchant father and mother got conned out of a living. After his parent's General Store closed, his father went into the mines and came back physically disabled, and his mother couldn't exactly find work, so it was up to Chris to try and make the family's money as a rare single child.
He was no good at hard labor, and he never had high education, so it seemed like he couldn't find a way of making money. That was until he realized he had a silver tongue and a sleight of hand. At first, he went into the saloons and attempted to get really good at games like Texas Hold 'Em Poker, Blackjack, and Liar's Dice. He got so good he could read people like a book, and while most players attempt to hide all emotions when they play poker, Chris spouts bullshit the whole game. After a few hands he could read his opponents like a book.
Even still, he wasn't making enough cash, so he decided to rig the odds in his favor. Slipping weighted die into cups, needed cards into hands, and sometimes even more creative ways of cheating (or positive outcome security, as Buck sometimes calls it) had him begin raking in the cash.
Soon, it was no longer just about taking care of his aging parents, but about the sport of it all. He loved it. Then he thought he should throw in just a little more variety into his income, and began selling "snake-oil" products. Miracle substances and cures that can apparently solve all of live's problems in a single use. It was tough work at first, but he got the hang of it and began peddling useless goods to common folk who didn't know any better.
First, it was things like "Buckwood's Miracle Cure; Polio be-gone!" but that didn't work because they would go and try it out on a sick individual and find out his fraud right away. Then, it was things like Miracle Bait or Insta-Grow, things that hunters and farmers would have to go out into the fields and try out before they discovered they'd been had, and by then Buckwood would be out of town.
His parents eventually passed away, but Buckwood had found his calling.
Eventually, he ran into some people who were more perceptive than the others, and even worse, people who were perceptive AND angry. That's why he carries around several hidden knives in various useful places on his person. His sleight of hand can have it so a person can be on the floor with a knife in their leg before they even realize Buckwood's got out of his chair.
And so, for the last decade, he's been wandering the developing west, pulling scams and cheating people out of their hard-earned money. Even if he get's shot, he'll die doing what he loves.
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Glass mixed with liquor and splinters exploded all over them.
He was down on the floor before he could blink, surprised by the sudden power of adrenaline as much as by the shots fired. ”We've only just met you and you already demand too damn much, Erik!” said Albert desperately trying to cover his head with his hands.
Cocksuckers! shouted the barman before asking the other one where the shotgun was. They got my bloody arm!
From outside came violent war cries and threatening whistles so loud they could be heard coming through all the gunfire. Albert poked at the door underneath his elbow, but only to see bad omens: the farmer who'd come to warn them about the bandits lay over the threshold, shaking and bleeding, barely alive, stretching his hand out towards the people inside the saloon and gurgling something with a horrible expression.
Stupidly, Albert thought about crawling to him and perhaps dragging him in. He'd almost made a move for it when a bottle flew in through the window. ”Shit!” The bottle broke and the burning fuse set the liquid on fire. In a split second the edges of the joint were ablaze. ”Bastards want to burn as alive!” Albert crawled to the side and grabbed the legs of a game table. With a strong jerk he flipped it over, making an improvised shield he knew was useless. ”You won't be enforcing any law from this hellhole, sheriff.” A bullet whizzed through the table board, just next to Albert's ear. He finally took out his pistol: 6 bullets in the chamber. | Name:Lily Bell
Nicknames/alias:None
Age:44
Place of birth & ethnicity:Mobile, Alabama Caucasian
Gender:Female
Occupation:Gunslinger/Solider
She ain't no woman to be trifled with.
Appearance: Lily is a average sized woman standing at five feet and ten inches, weighing a hundred and forty five pounds total. Her hair is shoulder length and dark brown with visible waves in it, matching her dark brown eyes and well tanned skin from being outdoors. She has three blue stripes tattooed onto her left cheek, put on her by the Apache indians when she was captured the stripes showing she was traded for two blankets and a horse; a permanent reminder of her capture.
Clothing: Lily typically wears normal long riding pants made of rough cotton, along with a white button up and a leather black sleeveless vest. With a rough trench coat completing the ensemble and of course a black wide brimmed circular hat.
Personal style: See above
Personality: Lily is a quiet and withdrawn person, not sharing personal details about herself very freely. Her tolerance for Yankee soldiers is quite low and she is quick to jump into a gun fight, though her time in the Confederate Army made her far wiser and more skilled of the gun than the average person. That being said when not being judged or tested Lily is a happy person, content to drink and gamble like anyone else; not afraid of base labor or getting bloody. She is quite fond of children.
Habits: Drinker, smoker
Regular life skills: Coach driver, Observation mapper, hunter, explorer
Combat skills
Sharpshooter - From six shooters to long rifles Lily is a proficient combatant
Close combat - Given a sword or knife Lily is fairly skilled in defeating opponents in close combat
Leader - Having seen war first hand makes Lily hardened to combat enabling her to lead in the heat of battle
Items on your person:
Griswold revolver (x2) - Lily wears a Griswold revolver on each hip, the pistols common amongst Southerners
Hunting knife - A foot and a half single edged steel knife sheathed in the boot
Flask - Not for water
Canteen - For water
Additional stuff:
-Brown pants (x2)
-White button ups (x3)
-Extra socks (x4 pairs)
-Winchester 84 lever action rifle
-Union officer's sword
What brings you to Haylliesburg: Seeking a new life, escaping Union controlled reconstruction in the south
Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: Lily was actually a wife and mother before the Civil War, although her career was the same as ever a tracker and hunter mostly at the time; her husband was an accountant and usually cared for their son at home. However a year before the start of the Civil War Lily's son Abel was taken by the flu, so when the conflict erupted husband and wife both set out to join the fray; leading to Lily cutting most of her hair off and disguising herself as a young teen boy. Not that many men cared who fought beside them as long as they were reliable when the heat was on, so naturally she formed a strong bond with those whom she fought with in the Forth Confederate Infantry. Lily lost her husband in a battle in Virginia over a bridge, the outnumbered southerners holding the structure until it could be destroyed, however Lily's husband had volunteered to set the charges and sacrificed himself after being shot to detonate the black powder being used to destroy the wooden structure. So when the war was said and done Lily had no one left, and she ventured to the west; running protection for wagon trains be they merchant or families striking across the vast nation. It was on one of these escorts that the Apache attacked the train overwhelming the defenders and seizing Lily as a prize, she spent only seven months amongst the Apache escaping one night by killing the sentinel left to guard her and the other captives.
Sample:
Lily sat high upon the back of her spotted heavy stallion, the sun's rays plummeting down onto the woman and her charges. A line of four wagons two with supplies and two with families rolling across the open grassy plains; several other guards rode beside the wagons as well each man carrying a firearm if not several along with those riding shotgun on the wagons they numbered twelve fighters. Suddenly an arrow came whirling across the open air, fired from an especially thick batch of grass; followed by loud yelping and screeching sounds Apache bursting from all around the train. Men fell quickly but began to return fire. Lily whipped her horse around and charged down the line, firing her revolver as she passed the warriors wounding some but missing those out of range. Her horse took an arrow to the neck leading Lily to fight on foot, rushing back to the wagons for some form of cover, the remaining survivors numbering only 6. The Apache quickly overtook the travelers, Lily striking down two more with the long officers blade she carried on her left hip; though she found herself knocked unconscious by a blow from behind. All and all killing over twenty four Apache warriors with only twelve fighters, Lily was stripped of her weapons and tattooed to mark her value in the tribe sold from her original captor to the next rather quickly. Lily spent the next seven months as a slave for the tribe, from menial labors to the heat of the Apache warriors before a battle or hunt, planning her escape the entire time; seeing her chance when the majority of the skilled warriors left the tribe. Headed to attempt an attack on the railroad, this left only a young boy guarding the captives teepee; Lily found a long strip of frayed rope upon the floor and crept behind the teen. Strangling him quickly and quietly before escaping, reclaiming her old weapons on the way out in a risky stealth mission into the chieftains tent which left two of his wives dead by the end.
Sample from previous rp
Favorite Western |
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He felt strong hands grab his arms and yank him up, possibly to try and hold him back. "Get yer paws off me!" He roared before stepping in towards the voice and slamming the back of his head into the front of the voice's. Jonah followed up by spinning around, ripping the hand off of his left arm and continued forward with that momentum, hoping to connect to the jaw of the one who grabbed him. This was stopped by the sound of a gunshot that rang out with the crash of the window shattering from the bullet that ripped through it. So, instead of cold cocking the poor sap he instead grabbed him and brought him to the ground, attempting to shield him from a possible second.
Not hearing another round for that brief moment he slowly rose to his feet, stopping halfway to peer up to see where the intruding round came from and when he did he narrowed his eyes. "Sonava bitch"
From underneath his coat he withdrew his Winchester. Its polished metal and elongated scope spoke of a sharpshooter in the midst of the bar.
"Aint got no time for this. I still gotta get my money for hi-" He looked over to his catch to see him dead on the floor. A bullet had ripped through his head and this sight pissed Jonah off so much that he just stood up and walked over to the Swedish sheriff, despite the bullets flying.
"Get yer ass up, boy I'm gonna need yer help." He said quickly before briskly walking over towards the back, looked around before disappearing behind a wall, only the sound of a door closing gave a clue as to where he went.
Outside Jonah looked around the back of the building, looking for a drain pipe or ladder but instead there was an shed with a few barrels near it. It gave a better view of the bandits who were out in front of bar without giving away where he was. Jonah had made his way over, keeping low and out of sight. It was best not to take any chances. When he was in position he moved into a kneeling position, placing his hat next to him on the ground before raising his rifle up and peering through the scope.
He set his sights on the one in the back of the group and steadied the Winchester. A long breath in, a long breath out. A long breath in and-
CHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo
The trigger pulled, the hammer hit the primer and the next thing that happened was one of the bandits, the one he aimed for had dropped and hooting and hollering ensued. Jonah hit the deck as the rounds started to fly.
"Where in the tarnasion is that damned sheriff!" | Name: Cpt. Jonah Hawthorne
Nicknames/alias: Jonah, Hawthorne,
Age: 38
Place of birth & ethnicity: Topeka, Kansas & white
Gender: Male
Occupation: Former Confederate solider (Rank Captain), Currently Sheriff
Character appearance & personality
Apperance: Jonah is a bit on the rougher side, wearing a fairly think beard around his his face. Well, mostly around his face. Unfortunately he had crossed path with former Union soliders who brandish his face with a cattle prod before authorities saved him. His hair is of neck length and doesn't particularly care how it sits since most of the time it is hidden under his hat. ANother thing to note is that he has a bit of a nasty limp in his right leg from when he was shot back in the Civil War.
Clothing: Old Confederate officer frock coat open, white sleeve shirt under old confederate vest, leather pants, boots, duster and old and worn confederate hat as shown in picture.
Personal style: As descripted above unless inside which its usually just shirt, pants and boots.
Personality: Heh. Er'y body wants teh know what makes me so special but lemme sey this. I'm not goin about cawlin mahself a Capten, its former Capten, Dun caw me that Nuttin really. I just consier mahself a man of ahnor, n'a man o truth. Shame ah fought for the wron' side but it ehs whaddit ehs. Dun tawk about it much. Nuttin worth taw'kin about. (Jonah is a rather straight forward individual both on and off the job. His lack of sympathy and distain for bullshit has made him a lot of enemies both within the law and among the civilian population. However, he has been known to show curtesy and some generosity but that is once in a blue moon, if he even feels up to it. He also is a bit reckless and has a tendency to put himself in harms way, purposely. His military life has effectively desensitized him to death and murder, so the sight of either has no true effect on his psyche. Thanks to Anderson and Quantill and there horrific acts on the civilian population during a time of war, he now shows little to no sympathy for thieves, rapists, murders and sinners.)
Habits: Jonah usually wipes his mouth often, this is mostly due to the hole in the side of his mouth which allows drool and liquids to flow out. He also chews on cigars when he's bored or clicks his tongue when agitated.
Skills and items
Regular life skills: Tracking, Sharpshooting, hand-to-hand, hunting, fishing, horseback riding and simple guerilla tactics.
Combat skills: Henry Model 1860 lever action rifle: Effective shot at around 160 yards, Excellent shot from 150 yards down.
Smith & Wesson Revolvers: Effective shot at 30 yards, Excellent shot at 20. Moderate firing speed with dual pistols, excellent firing speed with single pistol in hand.
Knife(ives):
-Throwing skills: Effective at 5 yards, excellent 4 and down.
-Combat: Moderate knife combat skill.
Items on your person: Henry Model 1860 lever action rifle lever action with a Henry Golden boy Scope and mount, two Smith & Wesson Top Break revolvers, Large boot knife, Bowie knife under coat and a small derringer pistol kept in the sleeve of his shirt. Sheriffs badge also hidden under coat, Rifle round belt, Tabacoo, tobacco papers and cigars. Small flask, 5 dollars and thirty five cents and a small book containing names of wanted men and their bounties.
Additional stuff: Canteen, spare Longjohns and double of his clothing including boots with spurs. 50ft of rope, extra rounds and cleaning kit. Spare bandannas. riding gloves.
History
What brings you to Haylliesburg:
Jonah had decided to come to Haylliesburg to escape his past mistakes in the hopes of starting anew as law enforcement. Although, as law enforcement he has earned a reputation as sort of a lose cannon.
Your life before coming to Haylliesburg:
Jonah was a solider of the Civil War, siding on the Confederates side with the intention to make his way to captain and help the south defeat the North. Over time however, as he delved into the politics of it, his view on the war started to shift not in favor for the south nor the north. He became rather disgusted of it. His disgust of the war was only concreted into his head when he rode under two notable figures, both at separate times. William C. Quantrill and William T. Anderson, both of which he despised thanks to a few raids done on towns who sympathized for the Union. One he recalls was a horrific raid on a Missouri town causing the death of many with zero discrimination and with extreme prejudice. Towards the end of the war he had reluctantly accepted the promotional rank of Captain and was told to lead a group of men against a Union encampment. However, when he had gotten there, instead of fighting, he simply surrendered and awaited the end of the war in a cell, managing to talk his way out of the hangmen's noose. The war had left horrible scars on him both physically and mentally but nonetheless felt that he needed to make amends and the way he would do that would be to become a sheriff.
There are parts of his passed that he refuses to talk about for specific reasons, thought, most of those reasons simply consist of "None of your business".
"Dons' matter when or where, but someday soon I'm gonn' die, and'da devil gon' take what's his...An' I'm not gonna try an' stop'em."
Extra
Alcoholic.
Smoker
Also has the developing symptoms of Tuberculosis
Favorite Western(s): Tombstone, True Grit (both old and remake), Quick and the Dead, The Good, The Bad and The Ugly and finally more of a comedy, Mel Brooks' Blazing Saddles. |
47,619 | 1,292 | 33 | 622 | 669 | Struggling to hold the strong man's arms behind his back, Josiah was caught off-guard by the blow delivered when the man swung his head back, hitting Josiah square in the face. He grunted in pain, shouting out "Sunofabi-! before being interrupted.
The sounds of gunfire caught Josiah even further by surprise, and he suddenly found himself being pulled to the ground by the man he had just been trying to grapple. Seeing something come flying in through the window just as the man got up and left out the back, Josiah let out a shocked scream of "Íosa Críost!" as the room exploded in flames. Getting up from the floor to a crouch, Josiah quickly made the Sign of the Cross over his chest as an apology for his verbal blasphemy, before drawing his Dragoon revolver and rushing out the back of the saloon.
Once outside, Josiah rushed to find a piece of cover he could duck behind and fire at the bandits from. Ducking behind something wooden, and not giving much thought as to what it was, Josiah carefully propped his head and pistol up over the edge, firing two shots at the attackers, before quickly ducking back from return fire. Fumbling around in his duster, Josiah quickly pulled out and uncapped a hip flask, taking a deep swig before closing it back up and returning to shooting at the attacking lowlives. | Name: Josiah Solomon Murphy
Nicknames/alias: "Sarge" for those aware of his military history, "Mick" generally for when people learn of his Irish heritage.
Age: 38
Place of birth & ethnicity: Dublin, Ireland, Irish
Gender: Male
Occupation: Bounty Hunter, occasional deputy.
Character appearance & personality
Appearance: Josiah is an average-sized man, not much taller than most, and a relatively normal build. His brown hair is beginning to grey with age, and his face is wrinkling with the same. His green eyes are losing their youthful shine, dulling to a more mottled color. His muscular, but aged body bares several scars from knives and gunshot wounds, and he walks with a slight limp in his left leg.
Clothing: He wears a brown leather duster in most occasions, with a dirty bandana around his neck, an old US Army uniform shirt underneath. He wears long khaki pants tucked into black riding boots. He has a pistol holster at his belt, and a rifle sheath slung over his back.
Personal style: He generally sticks to long shirts and pants, with his usual riding boots and leather duster. In winter and cold weather he swaps the duster for a thick US Army double-breasted cavalry overcoat from the days of the Civil War.
Personality: A gruff, stern man, he hates lawbreakers and other criminals, often wanting them dead as soon as he hears of them. He's a notorious drinker, and a damn-good cards player.
Habits: When he's nervous or cautious, he'll often light up a cigar to calm his nerves. He makes a sure note to get at least one drink from the bar in every town he visits, as an odd sign of respect.
Skills and items
Regular life skills: He's strong, a good rider, great at giving orders and directing others, a good tracker, a fine cook, and a decent marksman
Combat skills: He's trained in use of cavlary sabers, revolver pistols, and repeater rifles.
Items on your person: His normal outfit, up to $10, a few cigars, a hip flask for alcohol, his Colt Dragoon revolver, and often a repeater rifle in his back sheath.
Additional stuff: A week's worth of spare clothing, his winter coat, spare ammunition for his rifle and pistol, his cavalry saber, a small framed photo of himself when he made Sergeant in the army, his horse, and a Catholic Bible.
History
What brings you to Haylliesburg: He's mainly looking for solid work as a deputy or other lawman, maybe a place to settle down. He's grown a bit tired of hopping from town to town looking for bounties, and would like a full-time job somewhere.
Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: Josiah was born in Dublin, Ireland, and lived there until he was about 4 years old. His parents had heard about the wonders of the United States, and decided to migrate there. With him, his parents, and his older brother, they lived in a small, dilapidated apartment in New York, with his father as a dockworker, and his mother schooling him and his brother to the best of her ability. When his brother grew old enough, he left their home and looked for work out west, occasionally sending back letters to tell the family how he was doing. This inspired young Josiah to want to make a life for himself out west as well, where the biggest opportunities presented themselves. However, when Josiah came of age, the American civil war had begun, and he was one of those chosen to serve. Having been one of the few inducted to serve in the US Cavalry, he took to it well for someone raised in the city. He would go on to reach the rank of Sergeant by the end of the war, and would leave the Army once the war had ended. With only his government stipend and the skills of a fighter, Josiah decided to set out west, taking up work as a roaming bounty hunter and lawman, helping towns fend off bandits, but never staying in one place for too long.
Extra
Anything else you feel needs to be added, but doesn’t fit anywhere else.
Do the Red Dead games count...? I kid. I really enjoy most of Clint Eastwood's movies. |
47,620 | 1,292 | 34 | 2,599 | 276 | Lily groaned as she sat on the wooden floor of the saloon, her back pressed into the thick table she had overturned by the hole riddled doors to the establishment; rounds whizzing by her every few seconds making her wonder how much ammo the bandits truly brought. Either they were stupid or sitting on a stockpile either way Lily wouldn't simply wait around, as the fire spread unhalted by the few who tried to pour water on the blaze smoke quickly filling the establishment as the fire touched the also wooden ceiling spreading across its surface. Lily inhaled deeply before pulling her second Griswold free from its leather sheath, quickly rising to her feet with a fearless and vicious shout she leaped through the bullet riddled double doors over the table; letting lose an unholy scream of anger as she darted down the wooden porch of the establishment. As she ran Lily fired her revolvers both, the hammers slamming down to send rounds whizzing at the outlaws finding no targets in her rush, though the return of fire would make the opposing force duck in fear; as she darted down the walkway Lily rushed across the street. The bullets whizzing behind her as she ran across the tightly packed dirt street, as soon as she crossed the street Lily pushed her back up against the wall of the building the bandits had set up in; learning in the war that outflanking a superior force was a sure way to victory. Lily quickly stuck one of her drawn revolvers around the corner of the building, firing blindly down the walkway the bandits set up on; doing away with another one by luck hitting him directly in the throat before pulling her hand back her thousand yard stare from the war evident in her eyes. The sounds of combat bringing her husbands death to mind, along with all those whom died fighting along side her in the war. | Name:Lily Bell
Nicknames/alias:None
Age:44
Place of birth & ethnicity:Mobile, Alabama Caucasian
Gender:Female
Occupation:Gunslinger/Solider
She ain't no woman to be trifled with.
Appearance: Lily is a average sized woman standing at five feet and ten inches, weighing a hundred and forty five pounds total. Her hair is shoulder length and dark brown with visible waves in it, matching her dark brown eyes and well tanned skin from being outdoors. She has three blue stripes tattooed onto her left cheek, put on her by the Apache indians when she was captured the stripes showing she was traded for two blankets and a horse; a permanent reminder of her capture.
Clothing: Lily typically wears normal long riding pants made of rough cotton, along with a white button up and a leather black sleeveless vest. With a rough trench coat completing the ensemble and of course a black wide brimmed circular hat.
Personal style: See above
Personality: Lily is a quiet and withdrawn person, not sharing personal details about herself very freely. Her tolerance for Yankee soldiers is quite low and she is quick to jump into a gun fight, though her time in the Confederate Army made her far wiser and more skilled of the gun than the average person. That being said when not being judged or tested Lily is a happy person, content to drink and gamble like anyone else; not afraid of base labor or getting bloody. She is quite fond of children.
Habits: Drinker, smoker
Regular life skills: Coach driver, Observation mapper, hunter, explorer
Combat skills
Sharpshooter - From six shooters to long rifles Lily is a proficient combatant
Close combat - Given a sword or knife Lily is fairly skilled in defeating opponents in close combat
Leader - Having seen war first hand makes Lily hardened to combat enabling her to lead in the heat of battle
Items on your person:
Griswold revolver (x2) - Lily wears a Griswold revolver on each hip, the pistols common amongst Southerners
Hunting knife - A foot and a half single edged steel knife sheathed in the boot
Flask - Not for water
Canteen - For water
Additional stuff:
-Brown pants (x2)
-White button ups (x3)
-Extra socks (x4 pairs)
-Winchester 84 lever action rifle
-Union officer's sword
What brings you to Haylliesburg: Seeking a new life, escaping Union controlled reconstruction in the south
Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: Lily was actually a wife and mother before the Civil War, although her career was the same as ever a tracker and hunter mostly at the time; her husband was an accountant and usually cared for their son at home. However a year before the start of the Civil War Lily's son Abel was taken by the flu, so when the conflict erupted husband and wife both set out to join the fray; leading to Lily cutting most of her hair off and disguising herself as a young teen boy. Not that many men cared who fought beside them as long as they were reliable when the heat was on, so naturally she formed a strong bond with those whom she fought with in the Forth Confederate Infantry. Lily lost her husband in a battle in Virginia over a bridge, the outnumbered southerners holding the structure until it could be destroyed, however Lily's husband had volunteered to set the charges and sacrificed himself after being shot to detonate the black powder being used to destroy the wooden structure. So when the war was said and done Lily had no one left, and she ventured to the west; running protection for wagon trains be they merchant or families striking across the vast nation. It was on one of these escorts that the Apache attacked the train overwhelming the defenders and seizing Lily as a prize, she spent only seven months amongst the Apache escaping one night by killing the sentinel left to guard her and the other captives.
Sample:
Lily sat high upon the back of her spotted heavy stallion, the sun's rays plummeting down onto the woman and her charges. A line of four wagons two with supplies and two with families rolling across the open grassy plains; several other guards rode beside the wagons as well each man carrying a firearm if not several along with those riding shotgun on the wagons they numbered twelve fighters. Suddenly an arrow came whirling across the open air, fired from an especially thick batch of grass; followed by loud yelping and screeching sounds Apache bursting from all around the train. Men fell quickly but began to return fire. Lily whipped her horse around and charged down the line, firing her revolver as she passed the warriors wounding some but missing those out of range. Her horse took an arrow to the neck leading Lily to fight on foot, rushing back to the wagons for some form of cover, the remaining survivors numbering only 6. The Apache quickly overtook the travelers, Lily striking down two more with the long officers blade she carried on her left hip; though she found herself knocked unconscious by a blow from behind. All and all killing over twenty four Apache warriors with only twelve fighters, Lily was stripped of her weapons and tattooed to mark her value in the tribe sold from her original captor to the next rather quickly. Lily spent the next seven months as a slave for the tribe, from menial labors to the heat of the Apache warriors before a battle or hunt, planning her escape the entire time; seeing her chance when the majority of the skilled warriors left the tribe. Headed to attempt an attack on the railroad, this left only a young boy guarding the captives teepee; Lily found a long strip of frayed rope upon the floor and crept behind the teen. Strangling him quickly and quietly before escaping, reclaiming her old weapons on the way out in a risky stealth mission into the chieftains tent which left two of his wives dead by the end.
Sample from previous rp
Favorite Western |
47,621 | 1,292 | 35 | 1,739 | 1,220 | Erik Torvald Viken
Things were taking a turn for the worse. Much worse, oh yes. In a matter of seconds, the few bullets had escallated into a full-out shoot-out between the bandits -with surprisingly bad aim, but then who was Erik to complain? - and those few having managed to get back on their feet and fight back. And now that the fire was spreading up onto the ceiling, Erik wasn't sure what was a good idea to do.
But at least it wasn't his fault, which was a relief.
The hole-cheeked man had walked over to him, once again calling him "boy" and saying his help was needed. "We all need help now, Jesus Christ..." Erik more or less shouted to him, though the confedarate had by the time he got back up run out the back of the saloon.
It was no use in trying to put out the fight; by now the fire was out of controll, even for those who tried to put it out with water and blankets or clothes. More bullets whizzled past Erik's head as he stood there, trying to think of a plan; but he only managed to say "Everybody out, NOW! The building is going to fall down onto itself!"
Erik grabbed the collars of two still trying to put out the fire, pulling them towards the back of the saloon while doing his best not to faint from the ever growing smoke inside. And as soon as Erik stepped outside, the sudden existance of fresh air nearly came as a shock to him, with him gasping for air. When he could finally look up and around again, he saw one of the brawlers from the saloon firing at the bandits, standing somewhere beside the saloon and hiding behind cover as more bullets kept buzzing. "How many of those bastards are out there?"
Not before he had shouted that, the sound of footsteps to his far right made him turn around and reach for his revolver. Out from behind what appeared to be the stables, a pair of more bandits came rushing out, guns raised in the direction of Erik and the other man.
"Behind you!"
In a split-second, Erik pulled up his revolver and pointed it in the general direction of the bandits. Not really aiming it, just holding it down against his hip, he pulled the trigger and the hammer back as quickly as he can. That resulted in the revolver rapidly firing six shots at the bandits, two hitting the bandits while the remaining four hitting the wall behind them. They fell to the ground, while Erik stood quietly watching the two men lay there.
"...Fy faen, jeg ekke dø...Be careful, they're trying to get around us!" | Name: Albert Baldwin White
Nicknames/alias: Called Cato among the crewmen he served with –- not because he possessed any special philosophical wisdom, but ironically, for managing to stab himself (although accidentally) with his own knife while eating on his first day on board when he was 18. No nicknames otherwise.
Age: 30 years old.
Place of birth & ethnicity: Somewhere in Massachusetts country. His mother was traveling when her water broke so she gave birth in an improvised camp; he is an Anglo, worked in Nantucket and across New England mostly, and some menial jobs in various ports in Africa and Asia.
Gender: Male.
Occupation: Ex-crewman on a whaler who rose to a harpooner position after some years; now looking for a job on land.
Character appearance & personality
Appearance: 6'0'' tall, dark green eyes, darker brown hair and facial hair like on the picture provided. He’s averagely built on first sight, but his hands, arms, legs, and torso have the hidden, unseen harpooner's strength resulting from climbing ropes, fixing ships, handling wood, rowing and thrusting the spear at whales and hacking them with knives, and that might go unnoticed until a fight breaks out. He has a stab wound on his abdomen, a small scar on his left eyebrow, and some minor cuts and burns on his shoulders and arms collected here and there as most men do, from reckless childhood play and tools and the like.
Clothing: Black boots, black pants tucked in them, a belt, a dark brown shirt under a dark brown vest, and a black town coat. He has a hat on sometimes, though prefers not to. His clothing is dirtied and battered since he’s been traveling all the way from the northeast.
Personal style: He’s most comfortable in his sailing uniform when at sea, but on land he likes to keep it simple and avoid anything fancy.
Personality: Thanks to his experience on the ship, he’s encountered many different peoples and faiths, from Japanese to Norwegian to Icelandic to African, and has learned to treat people according to their character, not ethnicity or faith, albeit after getting to know them. Life on ship does make man bond with unexpected company, but it also hardens the man, and makes him somewhat alien to those on shore as they often do not understand the actions of those who prefer the endless blue, just how they do not understand the land dwellers. He is ready to work and do most things, nevertheless, if the pay is good. He is cooperative and even more so when the ante is up or when the well being of the community is at stake. In such cases he will not back away from a fight. Although it may seem strange for a poor seaman and a slayer of the mighty whales, Albert is a man interested in the power of the word and more often than not spends his free time entertaining himself with a grammar book of some foreign language, a story, a poem, or phrases he picked up from strangers from far away places. He does keep this interest mostly private and would never sacrifice his work or chores in its favor, although he is always up for a discussion concerning all that when there is time. However, when on duty, the strict work ethic takes over and chases any sensibility aside.
Habits: When nervous he runs his fingers through his hair, that being the thing people usually notice first. He has a strong habit of cracking his knuckles, too, probably a result of witnessing and participating in countless bar and harbour fights that he can’t seem to avoid wherever he goes.
Skills and items
Regular life skills: Albert is a masterful shot with the spear, as his hard earned whalebone pin proves. He can do any physical work on ship, repair minor damages on them, he can fish, and he can go hunting on land as well as he does not fear facing beasts. Anything else he’d be willing to learn or get better at.
Combat skills: Harpoon and cutting knives are his tools of choice, besides fists, and he has a very basic knowledge of how to use firearms; in other words: he can point and shoot.
Items on your person: He bought a used pistol on his way to Arizona and he keeps it on his belt, just in case. He’s got a knife, a gift from a sailor from Liberia. He also has a pocket watch inherited from his father, sometimes a hat, and of course some money in the wallet, and a photograph of his wife, Livia, and their little daughter, Anna.
Additional stuff: As he is on the road west, alone, he carries a satchel and a bag of clothes, with some ale and food to chew on in-between towns. Oh, and he brought his harpoon to use as a decoration.
History
What brings you to Haylliesburg: Work and promised opportunity for anyone who is willing to work. He is looking for work in the west, hoping to find a place to settle down and earn enough money to bring his family to live with him as soon as possible.
Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: Albert was born in the countryside of Massachusetts in an improvised camp to Elizabeth and Walter White, both of English origin although with some German thrown in there. His father was a trader and his mother taught school children. He lived with them and was home schooled by his mother until his later teens when he moved to his uncle Thomas, his mother's brother, to work with him at the shipyard. Eventually, looking to earn a bit more than the scrapes he got at the yard, he signed up as the lowest of the low deck cleaner on a whaler called Emily and eventually, through years of hard work and obedience, rose up slowly and earned the place in the boat, wielding a harpoon next to the more experienced mates. The sea got into his blood and he found himself growing sad and sickly when on land for too long, and one voyage leading to another, he eventually started spending more time on the ship than at home. At the age of 27 he married the daughter of his uncle's neighbor, and soon they had a daughter, although he barely saw either of them since he left for Singapore weeks after the wedding. Strange things happened in a short span of time: he became suddenly ill, the disease not being one of the known sorts; he saw a crew member hang himself from the mast; and he barely survived a pirate attack thank to sheer luck, as they stopped shortly after the first guns were fired and disappeared. He took it all as a bad omen, even though he is not a superstitious man, and had to return home quickly. After his homecoming he decided he would turn to some other type of work, to make sure he stays alive and able to provide for his family. The talk of the west had been going on in the town, and he naturally picked it up and became interested, in the job possibility more so than the gold talk. After some preparation he left, hoping to settle down or at least find some stability in terms of work and housing before inviting his family to join him.
Extra
And where do you think you're going...?
The Last Pale Light in the West
And some metal
San Francisco C*CKSUCKA!
This is the post I made before making this post, which I am posting to show you that I have read the rules!
Favourite western? See the first thing on this list! It's from Shane (1953). I also suggest No Country for Old Men, both the book and the movie, although it is a neo-western or an anti-western, however you wish. Butcher's Crossing is another good novel. And the best for last, check out Blood Meridian for the most epic, violent western story! |
47,622 | 1,292 | 36 | 328 | 1,799 | As the brawl came to an end and the building burst into flames, Lauren wasn't afraid at first, more disappointed in his rivals, who had stepped up to fight a "savage" Indian and had ran at the first sight of any "savagery". Taking another look at the building consumed with flames, he began to fear, the last time he had been in such a fire, he had barely survived.
Nipooata! A voice echoed in his head, he saw the arms wrapping around him, the collapsing of his home and the pull on his body as he was thrown onto horseback, never to return. The present was different, he had been through much more, he knew how to carry himself, how to hold his head around the Americans, Canada was different, he was still treated with disrespect, but he was treated much better than those here, mostly due to the fact that the Americans had fought wars against his southern cousins, while the Canadians had signed treaties and peacefully joined hands with the population, the future seemed bright up there, not so much down here.
Looking over at his bounty, he sighed, knowing he had lost his investment, it took time to hunt a man, and a horse would need food, so it wasn't healthy on the wallet neither. Pulling out his revolver, he plugged the man in the forehead, spinning the revolver on his finger to shoo out any fowling and loading a bullet back into the newly free chamber. The bullets would leave "fowling", powder and other worthlessness, in the chambers, one could safely spin it so long as the hammer wasn't pulled to free them up, yet another thing his father had learned during his long years trading furs with the western tribes.
Coughing due to the heavy black smoke, Lauren dropped to avoid any bullets, noticing his breathing had become easier. He noted that as he crawled towards the back door, leaping through it and staring, wall-eyed. Putting his fingers into his mouth, he let out a shrill whistle, hoping that his horse, and with it, his rifle, would hear. He had a smart horse, one that wouldn't waltz right into open gunfire, so he had no worries about the beast's safety. What he was worried about was his gun-fighting capabilities with only a pistol. He much preferred a rifle. Looking at the sheriff, he yelled as loud as he could to get the man's attention.
"Mon cheval- my ch-horse will arrive!" He said woodenly, hoping "arrive" was the right word. | Name: Lauren Compagnon Cartier
Nicknames/alias: "Matey", Al Revoir, Iiniwa
Age: 34
Place of birth & ethnicity: Red River Colony, Rupert's Land, Canada. Métis.
Gender: Male
Occupation: Bounty hunter, Soldier (Formerly), Huntsman (Formerly).
Character appearance & personality
Apperance: Lauren is lanky and tall, he has an average build. He is long-haired and has short facial hair. He has light skin and almond eyes, his hair is a dark black. Lauren has a large scar on his lower back, and has a rife bullet located somewhere in his lower abdomen. He has long hair, reaching his shoulders. He has a round face and high cheekbones.
Clothing: Lauren often wears a small black jacket with cuffed sleeves over a similarly black waistcoat, a gold pocket watch chain hung over it. He has a brown gun-belt on his waist for his revolver. He wears black trousers and brown boots. He also wears a large black brimmed hat. When in Indian territories, he wears an outfit once worn by his grandfather, a Blackfoot elder. When in this outfit, the only thing that prevents him from appearing fully native is his white skin. It is comprised of a loose-fitting shirt, chaps, and moccasins.
Personal style: Lauren is often sharply dressed, wearing suits and jackets that are in fashion in Europe. When riding or performing a bounty, he trades his fashionable attire for dark brown ponchos with beige trim, or worn dusters, already stained with a plethora of substances.
Personality: Lauren is taciturn and never talks about his past, he dislikes racism towards Indians due to his descent and especially dislikes bandits. Lauren is spiritual and often quick to bond with members of the Indian community. Lauren speaks the language of his people and French, and has little ability with English. He speaks English with a heavy accent and many pauses due to his unfamiliarity with the language's many confusing rules and clauses, as such, he prefers to stay quiet, when he does speak, it is often in monosyllabic words. Lauren is exceptional at hold-em, and is often found at a saloon table when not on a bounty. Lauren has little empathy, caring only on what he is about to do next, and not caring about anyone else his actions might affect.
Habits: When angry, Lauren's already heavy Quebecois accent becomes even heavier, and he rants in both his native tongues so fast not even native speakers understand him. He also has a habit of pushing against his lower back when distressed due to his scar.
Skills and items
Regular life skills: Lauren is a good tracker, and exceptional at riding, able to guide his horse with just his knees when aiming his rifle. He can barter well when he is pushed, and he is quite charismatic, owing to his handsome face and smooth French accent.
Combat skills: Lauren is an incredible marksman, especially when armed with a repeater or other rifle. He has a good quick-draw and is alright in a brawl.
Items on your person: Lauren carries a Cookson repeater and a Colt SAA, he also carries a beaver-fur hat, a gift from his father which he does not wear for risk of damaging it. He often has enough money on his person to afford a good horse. He also carries a hatchet and a hunting knife.
Additional stuff: Lauren has four sets of European style clothing, his bounty hunting duster and poncho, and his grandfather's outfit for visits to native territories.
History
What brings you to Haylliesburg: Lauren arrived at Haylliesburg a few months ago, stopping on his way to a bounty for a meal. Remembering the location, he returned recently to have some downtime before heading back out after bounties.
Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: Lauren Cartier was born in the Red River Indian territory to a native woman and a Voyageur by the name of Laurent. Lauren was raised mostly by his mother as a child, spending his time amongst the other Métis children and sometimes joining with the other Indians when they had ceremonies. Lauren especially idolized his grandfather, an elder among the Blackfoot who still made time to go out buffalo hunting with the young men. During his childhood, his father would periodically come around to check on him and teach him of the European culture, much to his mother's chagrin. At the age of four, his grandfather was shot by a bandit, his body dragged around by his horse so much it was barely recognizable. Soon after, his village was raided and his mother was killed, along with four in five of the village's inhabitants. Lauren was raised for four months by one of the now-homeless young hunters, Tired Condor, until his father, shocked and crying, came upon the two, shooting Condor dead due to a miscommunication. Lauren had already been through so much, and his father wasn't surprised to see the youth become walled-off and hard to talk to. Lauren's father, still a young man, retired to Quebec in order to raise the child. As a young man, Lauren returned to his home in the west, gathering the remaining members of his village together and holding a solemn vigil for the passed. A few years later, the Red River Rebellion broke out. Lauren enlisted into Louis Riel's army, serving on the firing squad of Thomas Scott, though he did not fire a single shot, instead fleeing south on horseback with all his possessions and reinventing himself as "Matey", a corruption of "Métis", for his ethnicity. He began serving as a bounty hunter and patron of the many Indian villages still thriving in the west.
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Anything else you feel needs to be added, but doesn’t fit anywhere else.
Lauren has also been known as Matey Scott and Al Revoir, when in Indian territories, he goes by his native name Iiniwa.
Lauren prefers to not introduce himself by name, instead going as Matey most of the time.
Lauren is a father, though he doesn't care for his children, and with many, isn't even aware they exist. |
47,623 | 1,292 | 37 | 956 | 1,125 | The tan and white Appaloosa cantored up the low ridge towards Haileysburg. The Seneca native was not in a hurry, taking his time getting back from Tucson. He had the cash for Iiniwa in his coat pocket. He had to deliver the money to his friend of the Blackfoot tribe. The one thing a man had that another could never take away was your integrity. That was something you could easily part with if you behaved poorly. Mingan wasn't about to become dishonest when so m any others had already trodden down that worn out path.
When he reached the top of the ridge, he was just a quarter mile from town. But something was amiss. Mingan distinctly heard a gunshot and then several more followed the first one. Having survived that hellish event known as war about 16 years ago, Mingan was not in a hurry to charge down into another gun fight; especially not knowing who it involved. Maybe his friend Iiniwa was in this fight, maybe he wasn't. Mingan decided he would wait until the engagement quieted down before continuing down the hill towards the town.
From his vantage point, roughly four hundred or more yards away, Mingan could see people running between two buildings and plenty of lead flying back and forth. He couldn't identify anyeone, but it was quite a hot fight. Then he recognized his friend Iiniwa diving out the back door of hte building on the left and he let out a shrill whistle; one he had heard before. Iiniwa was calling for his horse. Knowing the native Canadian too well, Mingan knew he needed assistance.
Mingan spurred Pajackok and gave off a loud, "Whoop! Aye-yi-yi-yi-yip!" Rider and horse rapidly charged forward heading toward the back door where Lauren Cartier waited for his mount. Mingan reigned in the thundering Apaloossa just as horse arrived. The Seneca native known as Joseph Rittenour dismounted his horse and retrieved his revolver as his boots hit the ground. He smiled at Iiniwa and spoke in Algonquin, "How are you my friend? What has happened here?" | Name: Joseph Rittenour
Nicknames/alias: Mingan, (Gray Wolf) or Askuwheteau, (He who keeps watch) To those who know him best, he may be called Long Knife
Age: 37
Place of birth & ethnicity: Salamanca, N.Y/Onöndowá'ga (Seneca; Great Hill People of the Iroquois Confederacy/Haudensee; the People of the Long House)
Gender: Male
Occupation: former Union soldier, former farm laborer, now bounty hunter
Character appearance & personality
Apperance: Joseph Rittenour stands 71" tall and weighs 180 Lbs. He has a lean, fair build. His long black hair is occasionally braided and his brown eyes are very focused. He has tanned skin due to his heritage as a member of the People of the Mountain, Onondowagah, (pronounced: Oh-n'own-dough-wahgah), what the white man calls, Seneca. There was a time when Joseph wore a thin mustache, but he remains clean shaven now. He has several scars on his body, but none that can be seen while wearing clothing.
Clothing: Joseph wears traditional tanned leather breechcloths with leggings. On his feet, he has packed his moccasins away in place of leather boots worn as a soldier. He wears a white cotton button shirt, decorated with seven lengths of beads worn around his neck. The beads vary in color between red, blue, violet and brown. A few ribbons hang down from the necklaces. He wears his blue and gold Infantry blouse unbuttoned over this shirt. Upon his head, he prefers to wear a traditional Iroquois headdress, a cap covered in brown horsehair and a single eagle's feather standing straight up. He wears a gun belt over his breechcloths with a single revolver on the right side and occasionally a cavalry saber (Long Knife) on the left. A knife is tucked into his left boot and a much longer blade is located on his gun belt behind his holster.
Personal style: He dresses the way he wants to dress. It is a reflection of who he is today; a cross between his past as a member of the People of the Long House as well as a member of the white man's world. He has accepted the white man's world and has been on a quest of learning since the war ended almost 16 years ago. He has considered returning to his people, but for now yearns for something, he knows not what; a quest for knowledge.
Personality: Joseph is an inquisitor and a thinker. He remains silent, reticent most of the time, observing others. He has an analytical mind, constantly in thought. When he speaks, it is because he believes he has something important to say. He is not given to idle chatter. When the moment requires action, he is quick. He does not dwell over past transgressions or misdeeds directed at him. He resolves conflicts as soon as possible. His English is precise. He does not speak with an accent or with broken words.
Habits: When in contemplation, he places the whole of his right hand over his mouth, fingers sprawled across his left cheek and thumb across his right cheek. When in battle, black paint is applied to his white-painted face in the manner of his hand when in thought. He learned how to snap his fingers during the Civil War and will often snap them without thinking about it. He also likes to whistle while riding.
Skills and items
Regular life skills: Tracking, hunting, shooting, Hand to hand combat, farming, guerilla tactics, caring for horses and other domestic animals.
Combat skills: Joseph is a decent shot with a pistol and a fair shot with a rifle. He could engage targets out to 100 yards with the rifles about fifty percent of the time. Joseph prefers to use a bladed weapon, either a knife or sword. He has practiced using the sword and has years of experience in hand-to-hand combat with and without a knife. Joseph prefers to look into a man's eyes, when killing.
Items on your person: The clothing listed above, 1873 Single-Action Cattleman Revolver, US Cavalry saber, bone-handled 12" Bowie hunting knife, Beaver Tail 7-1/4" dagger/boot knife, 32 rounds of .45 caliber ammunition in the re-load slots of the gun belt. The belt is worn with the buckle on the left hip behind his saber. This makes reloading faster and keeps the buckle from binding up his groin while riding. He carries $125 in cash in a pocket of his blue infantry blouse.
Additional stuff: Joseph rides a tan/white spotted Apaloosa Stallion named Pajackok (means Thunder). He uses a Western saddle, which he has grown accustomed to. A 50' coil of rope is attached to the saddle, a black fringed rifle sheath carrying an 1873 Sharps rolling block .40-90 Buffalo gun, 100 rounds of .40-90 (.403") caliber ammunition and an additional 200 rounds of .45 caliber pistol ammo. His saddle bags contain the ammunition, spare moccasins and food. He has a one-gallon canteen of drinking water, brushes and tools for taking care of his mount. He carries a feed bag containing oats and vegetables or fruit when fresh to give to Pajackok. A rolled wool blanket is tied right behind his saddle.
History
Joseph is riding with his friend Iiniwa (meaning: Bison), AKA: Lauren Cartier. They have been riding for the past two years together, performing various jobs and collecting bounties when available. The two parted ways three days ago. Lauren traveled ahead to Haylliesburg while Joseph brought a $100 bounty in to Tucson. Joseph is carrying Lauren's split of the reward money.
Joseph is standing on a hill listening to the sounds of gunfire inside Haylliesburg at present.
Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: Joseph was born Askuwheteau (He who keeps watch). He grew up playing with the other children in his village near Salamanca, N.Y. He grew up as a member of the People of the Mountain or sometimes referred to as the People of the Western Door. They were once part of the Six Nations of the Iroquois Confederacy that remained intact for over six hundred years. They were friends with the Mohawk, Onondaga, Oneida, Cayuga and Tuscarora peoples. After the US gained their independence, the chain of the six nations was broken. Many of the Seneca moved north of the St. Lawrence, several to the Ohio River valley and a few remained in the Finger Lakes region of Western New York.
As a boy, he played Lacrosse with his friends and learned to hunt, trap, fish and track with his fathers and brothers. He learned to use the traditional Iroquois weapons, bows, knives and hatchets. It wasn't until he joined the US Army that he learned to use firearms. He also learned to farm and take care of domestic animals.
As Askuwheteau grew into a teen, his name changed to Mingan (Gray Wolf). It is the name he prefers. When the white man's nation exploded into a war between the northern and southern people, Mingan felt the urge to learn about the white man's culture and seek adventure. He adopted a white man's name, Joseph Rittenour, which means nothing to him. He felt it was necessary to fit in with their society.
He learned of the creation of an all Indian Infantry Regiment in a land known as Kansas. He and twenty of his brothers traveled together in search of Kansas. They discovered Big Creek near the town of Hays, KS in the summer of 1862. They were mustered into D Company of the 2nd Regiment, Indian Home Guards, Kansas Infantry. All of the Seneca men were placed in D Company. There were 95 men when the unit was formed.
Joseph and his brothers were issued Union blue uniforms and weapons. They cut their hair and dressed like white soldiers. The white men tried to teach them to fight, but their own way of fighting, which they learned as children would always take over. They practiced shooting, but would never fight in lines like the white men; using the guerrilla style of tactics that came naturally to them.
The 2nd Regiment made an expedition into Indian Territory (Oklahoma) where they captured Fort Gibson. They fought during Blount's Campaign in Missouri and Arkansas in the fall of '62. In late December, 1862, the 2nd Regiment made an expedition over Boston Mountains to capture Van Buren. Following that campaign, they were sent back to Indian Territory to occupy a line of the Arkansas River and protect friendly Indians, with Headquarters at Fort Smith, Ark., and at Fort Gibson, until May, 1865.
Operations near Fort Gibson included Greenlief Prairie on June 16, Cabin Creek on July 1-2, and Elk Creek, near Honey Springs, on July 17. Then they conducted operation in Cherokee Nation September 11-25, 1863. On December 16, 1863, they repulsed Quantrell's attack on Fort Gibson. The Seneca brothers, numbering 32 in May, 1865 mustered out of service.
During his time in the Army, Joseph fought in many engagements against both Confederate white soldiers and Indian units. He learned to shoot and to ride a horse with a saddle as well as to improve his understanding of English. Joseph fell in love with the white man's culture, but not the white man. He was thirsty for knowledge, deciding to travel the land to learn what he can about their way of life.
He started as a farm hand in southwestern Kansas. He found many other natives in this region and often traveled into Indian Territory (Oklahoma) to socialize with others. He even found other Onöndowá'ga people (Seneca) who had moved here from New York a century ago. He was welcomed into his new family with open arms. He split his time between working farms in Kansas and gathering with new family members in Indian Territory.
Eventually, he learned about outlaws and bounties. He learned a man could earn a living by capturing wanted criminals and turning them over to white lawmen. He saw this as an easy way to make money, albeit slightly dangerous. In fact, three of his brothers died during the course of taking five wanted men alive.
In the past six years as a Bounty Hunter, Joseph traveled with white, black and red bounty hunters. He enjoys his time with fellow natives like himself, but finds himself intrigued when in the company of white or black men willing to share with him. Joseph's life has been rigorous and challenging, but he maintains a positive attitude and is thrilled about his time on the American plains.
For the past two years, Joseph has been traveling with a man he met from Manitoba, Canada named Iiniwa or Lauren Cartier. They split up three days ago. Lauren headed to Haylliesburg, Arizona, while Joseph went to Tucson to turn in a $100 bounty. Today, Joseph is nearing Haylliesburg to rejoin his partner.
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Speaks Seneca, Algonquin, English and conversational French
Carries no animosity towards former Confederate Soldiers, only respect; especially for Quantrell's Raiders.
Avoids alcohol when possible. Imbibes only occasionally. It turns him into a crazy person
Has never participated in a game of cards. He will sit and watch card games without participating.
Check out Joe's Journal.
My favorite western is The Good, The Bad and The Ugly |
47,624 | 1,292 | 38 | 328 | 1,799 | Ducking down and pulling back the hammer on his revolver, Lauren's heart skipped as he heard the telltale yipping of his fellow bounty hunter and the heavy thump of horse hooves on earth. It couldn't be him, he was all the way over in Tucson, off handling the bounty Lauren couldn't get around to doing. Turning his head, he stood finally as the Appaloosa thundered it's way into the town, rushing behind the saloon in a hail of gunfire.
A portion of wall exploded near Lauren's head, sending a spark into Lauren's cheek as he turned to look at his partner. Cursing with an angry hiss, he rubbed his cheek once.
"A lot has happened, wolf." He yelled over the many shots echoing from the town center.
"All that you will know is that my bounty was killed, a coup de gras as my people call it." He said, noting that the building had begun to become fully engulfed in flames.
Rushing over to Mingan's side, he took a few shots around the burning tavern, hitting one bandit through the eye in a shot that he hadn't expected to get with a revolver. Pulling behind the building and thumbing the hammer, he smiled at Mingan.
"Coup." He stated as he was like to do, a jab at his own native ancestry, he much preferred taking coup with a revolver than with a stick.
Spinning his revolver once more, he held back tears as the rising smoke from the burning tavern stung at his eyes. He hated fire, perhaps it was the trauma, perhaps it was the smoke, perhaps he was just a pansy, no matter the case, fire was one of the few things he never liked encountering, that and maybe the Canadian army... or the Marshals... actually he didn't like encountering a lot of things... especially rattlesnakes.
His mind began to wander, the bullets whizzing by as he stared wall-eyed at his riding companion. He shook his head as he noticed that he still happened to be staring.
"Sorry, I just had another vision." He lied.
Just then, his horse raced in from behind the building, having gone the long way to avoid the gunfire. Cursing the thing under his breath, he pulled his rifle from off the beast's saddle, pulled back the lever and mounted.
"Either we leave or we help, I believe we have to do the former, but it is up to you." He said, holding the rifle in his off hand and the reins with his other. | Name: Lauren Compagnon Cartier
Nicknames/alias: "Matey", Al Revoir, Iiniwa
Age: 34
Place of birth & ethnicity: Red River Colony, Rupert's Land, Canada. Métis.
Gender: Male
Occupation: Bounty hunter, Soldier (Formerly), Huntsman (Formerly).
Character appearance & personality
Apperance: Lauren is lanky and tall, he has an average build. He is long-haired and has short facial hair. He has light skin and almond eyes, his hair is a dark black. Lauren has a large scar on his lower back, and has a rife bullet located somewhere in his lower abdomen. He has long hair, reaching his shoulders. He has a round face and high cheekbones.
Clothing: Lauren often wears a small black jacket with cuffed sleeves over a similarly black waistcoat, a gold pocket watch chain hung over it. He has a brown gun-belt on his waist for his revolver. He wears black trousers and brown boots. He also wears a large black brimmed hat. When in Indian territories, he wears an outfit once worn by his grandfather, a Blackfoot elder. When in this outfit, the only thing that prevents him from appearing fully native is his white skin. It is comprised of a loose-fitting shirt, chaps, and moccasins.
Personal style: Lauren is often sharply dressed, wearing suits and jackets that are in fashion in Europe. When riding or performing a bounty, he trades his fashionable attire for dark brown ponchos with beige trim, or worn dusters, already stained with a plethora of substances.
Personality: Lauren is taciturn and never talks about his past, he dislikes racism towards Indians due to his descent and especially dislikes bandits. Lauren is spiritual and often quick to bond with members of the Indian community. Lauren speaks the language of his people and French, and has little ability with English. He speaks English with a heavy accent and many pauses due to his unfamiliarity with the language's many confusing rules and clauses, as such, he prefers to stay quiet, when he does speak, it is often in monosyllabic words. Lauren is exceptional at hold-em, and is often found at a saloon table when not on a bounty. Lauren has little empathy, caring only on what he is about to do next, and not caring about anyone else his actions might affect.
Habits: When angry, Lauren's already heavy Quebecois accent becomes even heavier, and he rants in both his native tongues so fast not even native speakers understand him. He also has a habit of pushing against his lower back when distressed due to his scar.
Skills and items
Regular life skills: Lauren is a good tracker, and exceptional at riding, able to guide his horse with just his knees when aiming his rifle. He can barter well when he is pushed, and he is quite charismatic, owing to his handsome face and smooth French accent.
Combat skills: Lauren is an incredible marksman, especially when armed with a repeater or other rifle. He has a good quick-draw and is alright in a brawl.
Items on your person: Lauren carries a Cookson repeater and a Colt SAA, he also carries a beaver-fur hat, a gift from his father which he does not wear for risk of damaging it. He often has enough money on his person to afford a good horse. He also carries a hatchet and a hunting knife.
Additional stuff: Lauren has four sets of European style clothing, his bounty hunting duster and poncho, and his grandfather's outfit for visits to native territories.
History
What brings you to Haylliesburg: Lauren arrived at Haylliesburg a few months ago, stopping on his way to a bounty for a meal. Remembering the location, he returned recently to have some downtime before heading back out after bounties.
Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: Lauren Cartier was born in the Red River Indian territory to a native woman and a Voyageur by the name of Laurent. Lauren was raised mostly by his mother as a child, spending his time amongst the other Métis children and sometimes joining with the other Indians when they had ceremonies. Lauren especially idolized his grandfather, an elder among the Blackfoot who still made time to go out buffalo hunting with the young men. During his childhood, his father would periodically come around to check on him and teach him of the European culture, much to his mother's chagrin. At the age of four, his grandfather was shot by a bandit, his body dragged around by his horse so much it was barely recognizable. Soon after, his village was raided and his mother was killed, along with four in five of the village's inhabitants. Lauren was raised for four months by one of the now-homeless young hunters, Tired Condor, until his father, shocked and crying, came upon the two, shooting Condor dead due to a miscommunication. Lauren had already been through so much, and his father wasn't surprised to see the youth become walled-off and hard to talk to. Lauren's father, still a young man, retired to Quebec in order to raise the child. As a young man, Lauren returned to his home in the west, gathering the remaining members of his village together and holding a solemn vigil for the passed. A few years later, the Red River Rebellion broke out. Lauren enlisted into Louis Riel's army, serving on the firing squad of Thomas Scott, though he did not fire a single shot, instead fleeing south on horseback with all his possessions and reinventing himself as "Matey", a corruption of "Métis", for his ethnicity. He began serving as a bounty hunter and patron of the many Indian villages still thriving in the west.
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Anything else you feel needs to be added, but doesn’t fit anywhere else.
Lauren has also been known as Matey Scott and Al Revoir, when in Indian territories, he goes by his native name Iiniwa.
Lauren prefers to not introduce himself by name, instead going as Matey most of the time.
Lauren is a father, though he doesn't care for his children, and with many, isn't even aware they exist. |
47,625 | 1,292 | 39 | 2,599 | 276 | Lily gritted her teeth as the outlaws hardly ten feet from her hiding spot beside the occupied building fired heavily in her direction, turning her head away from the porch just in time to see a man with a shotgun approaching the side window in quite a hurry; firing her griswold into the mans chest through the thin dust covered glass. Making for all shots fired out of the revolver, quickly pushing six more rounds individually into their hole in the the cylinder; snapping the revolver back into the locked position drawing the hammer back as she peaked through the window to see a small empty room with a desk. Only the man she shot bleeding on the floor, her revolver's wooden handle knocking the sharp pieces of glass out of the bottom of the frame pulling herself up through the window entirely landing harshly on her elbows and stomach behind a thick mahogany desk. Blood from her last victim pooling around his motionless form, and from her own hands and elbows cut by the glass on the floor; her body rose to a kneeling position as she moved to the section of the wall by the door picking up the unfired double barrel dropped by the bandit. The others seeming to be too busy taking fire from the other pissed off saloon goers to notice Lily's infiltration of their building, allowing her to simply stick the shotgun around the corner of the open door, and pull both triggers firing both barrels full of buckshot into part of the rather large group of attackers.
Killing some with the spread and sending the survivors running into a room adjacent to Lily's, all whilst returning fire with rifles and revolvers; forcing Lily to drop to the ground away from the door a slowly growing stain bleeding through her white shirt above her shoulder. Her legs buckling as she groaned in pain, cracking the shotgun in half after pulling the owners ammo belt off, pushing two shells into the long barreled weapon pulling it back together roughly. Allowing the barrel to rest against her unwounded shoulder the butt down between her mud caked boots, pulling the shoulder of her button up off he bleeding spot; the wound a grazing blow but still considerable around a half inch deep cut. Thanks to the other's firing into the building the bandits didn't simply rush her when she ceased firing, though she heard them scurrying around to reposition less firing out the windows than before as they focused on the intruder.
Lily cut her sleeve off smoothly with the sheath knife she carried, dropping it smoothly back into its leather holster tying the thin cotton fabric in a twisted wad like strip around her shoulder under her armpit; pulling it tight with her teeth and fingers. Pulling the shotgun back down across her lap, sticking it around the corner of the door, quickly reversing that decision from the hail of gunfire which nearly took her hands and arms. Almost dropping the gun entirely spitting out a loud string of curses as she waited for a break, standing back up and closing her eyes she burst through the doorway not even looking towards the shooters as she dove down the short hallway the room occupied. A matching corridor occupying the other side of the room with a large open space filled with desks and type writers between them, with a bullet riddled front wall its many windows shattered to pieces and stained in blood and gore; the room already owning several corpses. | Name:Lily Bell
Nicknames/alias:None
Age:44
Place of birth & ethnicity:Mobile, Alabama Caucasian
Gender:Female
Occupation:Gunslinger/Solider
She ain't no woman to be trifled with.
Appearance: Lily is a average sized woman standing at five feet and ten inches, weighing a hundred and forty five pounds total. Her hair is shoulder length and dark brown with visible waves in it, matching her dark brown eyes and well tanned skin from being outdoors. She has three blue stripes tattooed onto her left cheek, put on her by the Apache indians when she was captured the stripes showing she was traded for two blankets and a horse; a permanent reminder of her capture.
Clothing: Lily typically wears normal long riding pants made of rough cotton, along with a white button up and a leather black sleeveless vest. With a rough trench coat completing the ensemble and of course a black wide brimmed circular hat.
Personal style: See above
Personality: Lily is a quiet and withdrawn person, not sharing personal details about herself very freely. Her tolerance for Yankee soldiers is quite low and she is quick to jump into a gun fight, though her time in the Confederate Army made her far wiser and more skilled of the gun than the average person. That being said when not being judged or tested Lily is a happy person, content to drink and gamble like anyone else; not afraid of base labor or getting bloody. She is quite fond of children.
Habits: Drinker, smoker
Regular life skills: Coach driver, Observation mapper, hunter, explorer
Combat skills
Sharpshooter - From six shooters to long rifles Lily is a proficient combatant
Close combat - Given a sword or knife Lily is fairly skilled in defeating opponents in close combat
Leader - Having seen war first hand makes Lily hardened to combat enabling her to lead in the heat of battle
Items on your person:
Griswold revolver (x2) - Lily wears a Griswold revolver on each hip, the pistols common amongst Southerners
Hunting knife - A foot and a half single edged steel knife sheathed in the boot
Flask - Not for water
Canteen - For water
Additional stuff:
-Brown pants (x2)
-White button ups (x3)
-Extra socks (x4 pairs)
-Winchester 84 lever action rifle
-Union officer's sword
What brings you to Haylliesburg: Seeking a new life, escaping Union controlled reconstruction in the south
Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: Lily was actually a wife and mother before the Civil War, although her career was the same as ever a tracker and hunter mostly at the time; her husband was an accountant and usually cared for their son at home. However a year before the start of the Civil War Lily's son Abel was taken by the flu, so when the conflict erupted husband and wife both set out to join the fray; leading to Lily cutting most of her hair off and disguising herself as a young teen boy. Not that many men cared who fought beside them as long as they were reliable when the heat was on, so naturally she formed a strong bond with those whom she fought with in the Forth Confederate Infantry. Lily lost her husband in a battle in Virginia over a bridge, the outnumbered southerners holding the structure until it could be destroyed, however Lily's husband had volunteered to set the charges and sacrificed himself after being shot to detonate the black powder being used to destroy the wooden structure. So when the war was said and done Lily had no one left, and she ventured to the west; running protection for wagon trains be they merchant or families striking across the vast nation. It was on one of these escorts that the Apache attacked the train overwhelming the defenders and seizing Lily as a prize, she spent only seven months amongst the Apache escaping one night by killing the sentinel left to guard her and the other captives.
Sample:
Lily sat high upon the back of her spotted heavy stallion, the sun's rays plummeting down onto the woman and her charges. A line of four wagons two with supplies and two with families rolling across the open grassy plains; several other guards rode beside the wagons as well each man carrying a firearm if not several along with those riding shotgun on the wagons they numbered twelve fighters. Suddenly an arrow came whirling across the open air, fired from an especially thick batch of grass; followed by loud yelping and screeching sounds Apache bursting from all around the train. Men fell quickly but began to return fire. Lily whipped her horse around and charged down the line, firing her revolver as she passed the warriors wounding some but missing those out of range. Her horse took an arrow to the neck leading Lily to fight on foot, rushing back to the wagons for some form of cover, the remaining survivors numbering only 6. The Apache quickly overtook the travelers, Lily striking down two more with the long officers blade she carried on her left hip; though she found herself knocked unconscious by a blow from behind. All and all killing over twenty four Apache warriors with only twelve fighters, Lily was stripped of her weapons and tattooed to mark her value in the tribe sold from her original captor to the next rather quickly. Lily spent the next seven months as a slave for the tribe, from menial labors to the heat of the Apache warriors before a battle or hunt, planning her escape the entire time; seeing her chance when the majority of the skilled warriors left the tribe. Headed to attempt an attack on the railroad, this left only a young boy guarding the captives teepee; Lily found a long strip of frayed rope upon the floor and crept behind the teen. Strangling him quickly and quietly before escaping, reclaiming her old weapons on the way out in a risky stealth mission into the chieftains tent which left two of his wives dead by the end.
Sample from previous rp
Favorite Western |
47,626 | 1,292 | 40 | 1,739 | 1,220 | Erik Torvald Viken
Erik had given a quick smile to the Indian once he joined them behind the saloon, glad to see friendly company and not someone who wanted to put a bullet in your brain. Or chest, or nuts, these bandits seemed to aim for everything really. He wasn't quite sure what the Indian was saying, but he thought it was something involving his horse arriving. Well if he was an Indian, Erik was pretty sure he could actually speak with animals, or at least that was what he'd been told all his life.
"Oi oi oi oi! Who are you?" Erik had reloaded his revolver when he heard the sound of gallopping coming around the corner, and with that the apperance of another Indian. The gun was pointed for a moment up at the man on the horse, before the two Indians suddenly began to talk with each other. Clearly they knew each other, and since neither of them were shooting at him, Erik was happy to not shoot them either.
"You two, it would be very nice if you could help stop these bandits. I'd rather not have to dig the whole town their graves, okay?"
Erik went to the corner of the saloon, now severely burning down. A real shame, all that booze only fueling the inferno when it could have been drunk. Not too much to do about that now, he thought to himself as he peaked around the corner, looking for more bandits to shoot. At his corner, none was seen, so he kept on creeping down the alley. The gunfire kept on its intensity, but for now he was still not shot at, and it was a good reason for that; quite a few of the bandits had been shot by now, some were still shooting into the saloon or down in the opposite direction, while the rest was turning to another building where more gunfire was heard.
"Greit Erik, sikt mot magan, og ikke blunk..."
The revolver fired, all six rounds revolving into the barrel and flying through the air before finding it targets; one round hit a bandit right in the gut, two went into the leg of another, one in the arm of a third and the remaining hitting walls behind the bandits. Seemingly taken by total surprise of being shot from yet another angle, one of the bandits started running for a horse and a few others turning towards Erik. Their shots richocheted off the wall, which was lucky for Erik who felt like his cheek was hugged by one.
-"Aw fuck this, let's get out of here boys! We'll put ya'll full of lead another day, you shitheads!" Another of the bandits yelled, firing of the rest of his rounds before joining the first bandit running away.
"Yeah, you better run, but we'll come after you! You...you...cattle stealers!" | Name: Albert Baldwin White
Nicknames/alias: Called Cato among the crewmen he served with –- not because he possessed any special philosophical wisdom, but ironically, for managing to stab himself (although accidentally) with his own knife while eating on his first day on board when he was 18. No nicknames otherwise.
Age: 30 years old.
Place of birth & ethnicity: Somewhere in Massachusetts country. His mother was traveling when her water broke so she gave birth in an improvised camp; he is an Anglo, worked in Nantucket and across New England mostly, and some menial jobs in various ports in Africa and Asia.
Gender: Male.
Occupation: Ex-crewman on a whaler who rose to a harpooner position after some years; now looking for a job on land.
Character appearance & personality
Appearance: 6'0'' tall, dark green eyes, darker brown hair and facial hair like on the picture provided. He’s averagely built on first sight, but his hands, arms, legs, and torso have the hidden, unseen harpooner's strength resulting from climbing ropes, fixing ships, handling wood, rowing and thrusting the spear at whales and hacking them with knives, and that might go unnoticed until a fight breaks out. He has a stab wound on his abdomen, a small scar on his left eyebrow, and some minor cuts and burns on his shoulders and arms collected here and there as most men do, from reckless childhood play and tools and the like.
Clothing: Black boots, black pants tucked in them, a belt, a dark brown shirt under a dark brown vest, and a black town coat. He has a hat on sometimes, though prefers not to. His clothing is dirtied and battered since he’s been traveling all the way from the northeast.
Personal style: He’s most comfortable in his sailing uniform when at sea, but on land he likes to keep it simple and avoid anything fancy.
Personality: Thanks to his experience on the ship, he’s encountered many different peoples and faiths, from Japanese to Norwegian to Icelandic to African, and has learned to treat people according to their character, not ethnicity or faith, albeit after getting to know them. Life on ship does make man bond with unexpected company, but it also hardens the man, and makes him somewhat alien to those on shore as they often do not understand the actions of those who prefer the endless blue, just how they do not understand the land dwellers. He is ready to work and do most things, nevertheless, if the pay is good. He is cooperative and even more so when the ante is up or when the well being of the community is at stake. In such cases he will not back away from a fight. Although it may seem strange for a poor seaman and a slayer of the mighty whales, Albert is a man interested in the power of the word and more often than not spends his free time entertaining himself with a grammar book of some foreign language, a story, a poem, or phrases he picked up from strangers from far away places. He does keep this interest mostly private and would never sacrifice his work or chores in its favor, although he is always up for a discussion concerning all that when there is time. However, when on duty, the strict work ethic takes over and chases any sensibility aside.
Habits: When nervous he runs his fingers through his hair, that being the thing people usually notice first. He has a strong habit of cracking his knuckles, too, probably a result of witnessing and participating in countless bar and harbour fights that he can’t seem to avoid wherever he goes.
Skills and items
Regular life skills: Albert is a masterful shot with the spear, as his hard earned whalebone pin proves. He can do any physical work on ship, repair minor damages on them, he can fish, and he can go hunting on land as well as he does not fear facing beasts. Anything else he’d be willing to learn or get better at.
Combat skills: Harpoon and cutting knives are his tools of choice, besides fists, and he has a very basic knowledge of how to use firearms; in other words: he can point and shoot.
Items on your person: He bought a used pistol on his way to Arizona and he keeps it on his belt, just in case. He’s got a knife, a gift from a sailor from Liberia. He also has a pocket watch inherited from his father, sometimes a hat, and of course some money in the wallet, and a photograph of his wife, Livia, and their little daughter, Anna.
Additional stuff: As he is on the road west, alone, he carries a satchel and a bag of clothes, with some ale and food to chew on in-between towns. Oh, and he brought his harpoon to use as a decoration.
History
What brings you to Haylliesburg: Work and promised opportunity for anyone who is willing to work. He is looking for work in the west, hoping to find a place to settle down and earn enough money to bring his family to live with him as soon as possible.
Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: Albert was born in the countryside of Massachusetts in an improvised camp to Elizabeth and Walter White, both of English origin although with some German thrown in there. His father was a trader and his mother taught school children. He lived with them and was home schooled by his mother until his later teens when he moved to his uncle Thomas, his mother's brother, to work with him at the shipyard. Eventually, looking to earn a bit more than the scrapes he got at the yard, he signed up as the lowest of the low deck cleaner on a whaler called Emily and eventually, through years of hard work and obedience, rose up slowly and earned the place in the boat, wielding a harpoon next to the more experienced mates. The sea got into his blood and he found himself growing sad and sickly when on land for too long, and one voyage leading to another, he eventually started spending more time on the ship than at home. At the age of 27 he married the daughter of his uncle's neighbor, and soon they had a daughter, although he barely saw either of them since he left for Singapore weeks after the wedding. Strange things happened in a short span of time: he became suddenly ill, the disease not being one of the known sorts; he saw a crew member hang himself from the mast; and he barely survived a pirate attack thank to sheer luck, as they stopped shortly after the first guns were fired and disappeared. He took it all as a bad omen, even though he is not a superstitious man, and had to return home quickly. After his homecoming he decided he would turn to some other type of work, to make sure he stays alive and able to provide for his family. The talk of the west had been going on in the town, and he naturally picked it up and became interested, in the job possibility more so than the gold talk. After some preparation he left, hoping to settle down or at least find some stability in terms of work and housing before inviting his family to join him.
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And where do you think you're going...?
The Last Pale Light in the West
And some metal
San Francisco C*CKSUCKA!
This is the post I made before making this post, which I am posting to show you that I have read the rules!
Favourite western? See the first thing on this list! It's from Shane (1953). I also suggest No Country for Old Men, both the book and the movie, although it is a neo-western or an anti-western, however you wish. Butcher's Crossing is another good novel. And the best for last, check out Blood Meridian for the most epic, violent western story! |
47,627 | 1,292 | 41 | 2,301 | 766 | Chris Buckwood
Buck stuck his head at the window. The sounds of gunfire had ceased, and the figures of fleeing bandits could be seen scrambling back to whatever hole they crawled out of.
As Chris did so, the doctor continued talking.
"And this...Yuritide-"
"Yurithride."
"...Yurithride, you say, substantially assists in the disinfecting of wounds?"
"Indeed so, friend. Apply to a wound of any caliber that you've already treated normally, and your patient will recover much quicker, feel much better, and recommend your services to any of his other friends; word of mouth is important to aspiring business men like you, you'll see."
"Well, this sounds too good to be true!"
"That's what they said about the telegram, the railway, and the cotton gin; I'm sure they said it about the wheel, or fire, or the printing press. This discovery is nothing compared to those great revelations, and people probably cried "too good!" at all of those. There's no reason to not believe this simple innovation." Buckwood's Georgian voice was smooth as butter.
"...I suppose you're right. How much?"
"For thirty doses, it'd usually a dollar each..."
"Thirty dollars-!?"
"-But! But. But, I am willing to discount the price because we've became acquaintances in these troubling times. Twenty-five dollars for thirty doses. Let me remind you doctor, that this is an investment, and a wise one at that. With all of the new customers I'm certain you'll be drawing it, you'll have made back your hard earned cash and then some before March is rolling in."
The doctor's eyes glazed over for a moment, thinking his next decision through. Buckwood watched eagerly, those his face showed only honesty and trustworthiness.
"Okay. I'll buy them."
Buckwood smiled. "Thank you for your business doctor. And thank you for saving lives. You've done a good thing here, today." The two men shook hands.
A brief moment later, pocketing his twenty five dollars and leaving the doctors shop with a friendly wave, Buck inwardly calculated the profit of selling thirty glass vials of salt water.
He didn't feel bad, as usual. It's not like he sold the doctor poison. Salt was good for wounds anyway, Chris thought. It'd set him back a few months profit, but the doctor'd survive.
In the meantime, Christ hefted his briefcase full of "goods" and examined the saloon from a distance. Multiple windows were shattered, bullets had dug their way into the wooden walls, and more than one corpse lay in the sand, roasting by the morning sun. Lovely.
"Everything alright, friends?" Buck cupped his mouth with his free hand, calling out to any survivors in the saloon. | Name: Chris Buckwood
Nicknames/alias: Buck
Age:39
Place of birth & ethnicity: Watkinsville, Georgia. White.
Gender: M
Occupation: Gambler, "merchant", conman.
Character appearance & personality
Appearance: Buck sticks out in a crowd, thats for sure. His skin has somehow stayed relatively pale. His build is tall, thin, and gangly. His arms and legs are long and he walks as if he is always about to topple over, even if he is quite coordinated.
His head is shaved bald, and his light blonde hair makes his eyebrows hard to see. He had a beard that starts at the top of his ears and covers his jaw and chin, sticking off and outwards, looking like the bottom of a broom. Is's light color makes it hard to see under certain lighting conditions. His face is his most prominent feature, with deep set, dark green eyes that are almost always overshadowed. His skin is pulled tight over his face, as if there wasn't enough to go around and he had to make do. His cheek bones and jaw are highly pronounced, making it almost cringe-worthy when he swivels and adjusts his jaw. It's almost skull-like, all of this results in a tight-lipped, hungry looking smile.
Clothing: A dark red suit made of cloth with white undershirt, as well as dark red pants and leather boots. Atop his shiny bald dome is a black bowler hat.
Personal style: Anything that looks classy.
Personality: Despite his ghastly appearance, Chris managed to make it work in his favor, his ugliness somehow making him appear more genuine. After all, with a face like that, what could he have to hide? Lots, actually. Buck has a passion for "earning" money. Easy marks, manipulation, and the rare fair deal are what composes his income. He's friendly enough, but it's almost always a front. He's arrogant and clever, with a dark, sometimes mocking, sense of humor.
Habits: There's a silver coin that he deftly flips through his fingers.
Skills and items
Regular life skills: Buck is a conman, through and through. He gets people to trust him just enough to take their money, then he's gone the next morning. His silver tongue is a big part of how he's managed to do what he does for so long. He's also somewhat of a botanist, just as a little hobby.
Combat skills: He's unusually flexible and speedy. Other than that, he's a cruddy shot, but he's good with a kinfe.
Items on your person: Fifty dollars, scattered about his person. He also has a gold-plated pocket watch, a deck of expensive looking playing cards and a boring looking Cattleman revolver. He also has several daggers hidden throughout his apparel, ready to pull out and stab anyone who gets grabby.
Additional stuff: A surprisingly well crafted fold-out cards table, some changes of clothing, extra cards, snake-oil products, and some extra small knives.
History
What brings you to Haylliesburg: These small town shmucks should be some easy marks. He's just passing through, looking to make some extra cash before moving onto a bigger city.
Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: He's lived the life of a nomad, hopping from settlement to settlement scamming hard-working folk of their money along the way with rigged gambling games and snake-oil products. It's not like he doesn't enjoy playing a fair and square poker game, it's just that he likes money more. This all started when he was younger, when his honest merchant father and mother got conned out of a living. After his parent's General Store closed, his father went into the mines and came back physically disabled, and his mother couldn't exactly find work, so it was up to Chris to try and make the family's money as a rare single child.
He was no good at hard labor, and he never had high education, so it seemed like he couldn't find a way of making money. That was until he realized he had a silver tongue and a sleight of hand. At first, he went into the saloons and attempted to get really good at games like Texas Hold 'Em Poker, Blackjack, and Liar's Dice. He got so good he could read people like a book, and while most players attempt to hide all emotions when they play poker, Chris spouts bullshit the whole game. After a few hands he could read his opponents like a book.
Even still, he wasn't making enough cash, so he decided to rig the odds in his favor. Slipping weighted die into cups, needed cards into hands, and sometimes even more creative ways of cheating (or positive outcome security, as Buck sometimes calls it) had him begin raking in the cash.
Soon, it was no longer just about taking care of his aging parents, but about the sport of it all. He loved it. Then he thought he should throw in just a little more variety into his income, and began selling "snake-oil" products. Miracle substances and cures that can apparently solve all of live's problems in a single use. It was tough work at first, but he got the hang of it and began peddling useless goods to common folk who didn't know any better.
First, it was things like "Buckwood's Miracle Cure; Polio be-gone!" but that didn't work because they would go and try it out on a sick individual and find out his fraud right away. Then, it was things like Miracle Bait or Insta-Grow, things that hunters and farmers would have to go out into the fields and try out before they discovered they'd been had, and by then Buckwood would be out of town.
His parents eventually passed away, but Buckwood had found his calling.
Eventually, he ran into some people who were more perceptive than the others, and even worse, people who were perceptive AND angry. That's why he carries around several hidden knives in various useful places on his person. His sleight of hand can have it so a person can be on the floor with a knife in their leg before they even realize Buckwood's got out of his chair.
And so, for the last decade, he's been wandering the developing west, pulling scams and cheating people out of their hard-earned money. Even if he get's shot, he'll die doing what he loves.
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47,628 | 1,292 | 42 | 800 | 3,846 | The battle was a bit intense but still nothing like the war and it could still be seen on Jonah's face as he fought back. It was relaxed, treated like it was nothing more than just a walk inn the park. His rifle made known to all those who were in the bar with him, its 30-30 Winchester rounds echoing through the air. Soon enough he had managed to make his way up towards the group, switching over to his revolver and plugging roads into the bandits horses and them...As they were high-tailing it out of there.
Jonah holstered his pistol and switched back over to his rifle, loading another 6 rounds into it before pulling the lever and raising it once again.
"Grrrr...No shot...HEY! Missy! Ya'll wanna go for a ride? He shouted back towards the group as he limped back over to them, bending down back by the barrels to get his hat before walking off towards the stables. He wasn't about to let them get away. They torched the bar, burnt his catch to a crisp and then shot at him. Aw hell no! They were going to pay, metaphorically, physically and financially.
"Any ya'll wanna come with or ya'll just gonna stand'er like a bunch of morons twidlin' yer thumbs. I ain't lettin'em come back here, no sir. So I suggest that ya'll wanna end this now ya come with me, ya here?" He turned back to the group, rifle slung over his shoulder before turning back to the road and started to make his way to the stables. He was getting a horse, with or without money. Speaking of which-
"I still better get paid for this." | Name: Cpt. Jonah Hawthorne
Nicknames/alias: Jonah, Hawthorne,
Age: 38
Place of birth & ethnicity: Topeka, Kansas & white
Gender: Male
Occupation: Former Confederate solider (Rank Captain), Currently Sheriff
Character appearance & personality
Apperance: Jonah is a bit on the rougher side, wearing a fairly think beard around his his face. Well, mostly around his face. Unfortunately he had crossed path with former Union soliders who brandish his face with a cattle prod before authorities saved him. His hair is of neck length and doesn't particularly care how it sits since most of the time it is hidden under his hat. ANother thing to note is that he has a bit of a nasty limp in his right leg from when he was shot back in the Civil War.
Clothing: Old Confederate officer frock coat open, white sleeve shirt under old confederate vest, leather pants, boots, duster and old and worn confederate hat as shown in picture.
Personal style: As descripted above unless inside which its usually just shirt, pants and boots.
Personality: Heh. Er'y body wants teh know what makes me so special but lemme sey this. I'm not goin about cawlin mahself a Capten, its former Capten, Dun caw me that Nuttin really. I just consier mahself a man of ahnor, n'a man o truth. Shame ah fought for the wron' side but it ehs whaddit ehs. Dun tawk about it much. Nuttin worth taw'kin about. (Jonah is a rather straight forward individual both on and off the job. His lack of sympathy and distain for bullshit has made him a lot of enemies both within the law and among the civilian population. However, he has been known to show curtesy and some generosity but that is once in a blue moon, if he even feels up to it. He also is a bit reckless and has a tendency to put himself in harms way, purposely. His military life has effectively desensitized him to death and murder, so the sight of either has no true effect on his psyche. Thanks to Anderson and Quantill and there horrific acts on the civilian population during a time of war, he now shows little to no sympathy for thieves, rapists, murders and sinners.)
Habits: Jonah usually wipes his mouth often, this is mostly due to the hole in the side of his mouth which allows drool and liquids to flow out. He also chews on cigars when he's bored or clicks his tongue when agitated.
Skills and items
Regular life skills: Tracking, Sharpshooting, hand-to-hand, hunting, fishing, horseback riding and simple guerilla tactics.
Combat skills: Henry Model 1860 lever action rifle: Effective shot at around 160 yards, Excellent shot from 150 yards down.
Smith & Wesson Revolvers: Effective shot at 30 yards, Excellent shot at 20. Moderate firing speed with dual pistols, excellent firing speed with single pistol in hand.
Knife(ives):
-Throwing skills: Effective at 5 yards, excellent 4 and down.
-Combat: Moderate knife combat skill.
Items on your person: Henry Model 1860 lever action rifle lever action with a Henry Golden boy Scope and mount, two Smith & Wesson Top Break revolvers, Large boot knife, Bowie knife under coat and a small derringer pistol kept in the sleeve of his shirt. Sheriffs badge also hidden under coat, Rifle round belt, Tabacoo, tobacco papers and cigars. Small flask, 5 dollars and thirty five cents and a small book containing names of wanted men and their bounties.
Additional stuff: Canteen, spare Longjohns and double of his clothing including boots with spurs. 50ft of rope, extra rounds and cleaning kit. Spare bandannas. riding gloves.
History
What brings you to Haylliesburg:
Jonah had decided to come to Haylliesburg to escape his past mistakes in the hopes of starting anew as law enforcement. Although, as law enforcement he has earned a reputation as sort of a lose cannon.
Your life before coming to Haylliesburg:
Jonah was a solider of the Civil War, siding on the Confederates side with the intention to make his way to captain and help the south defeat the North. Over time however, as he delved into the politics of it, his view on the war started to shift not in favor for the south nor the north. He became rather disgusted of it. His disgust of the war was only concreted into his head when he rode under two notable figures, both at separate times. William C. Quantrill and William T. Anderson, both of which he despised thanks to a few raids done on towns who sympathized for the Union. One he recalls was a horrific raid on a Missouri town causing the death of many with zero discrimination and with extreme prejudice. Towards the end of the war he had reluctantly accepted the promotional rank of Captain and was told to lead a group of men against a Union encampment. However, when he had gotten there, instead of fighting, he simply surrendered and awaited the end of the war in a cell, managing to talk his way out of the hangmen's noose. The war had left horrible scars on him both physically and mentally but nonetheless felt that he needed to make amends and the way he would do that would be to become a sheriff.
There are parts of his passed that he refuses to talk about for specific reasons, thought, most of those reasons simply consist of "None of your business".
"Dons' matter when or where, but someday soon I'm gonn' die, and'da devil gon' take what's his...An' I'm not gonna try an' stop'em."
Extra
Alcoholic.
Smoker
Also has the developing symptoms of Tuberculosis
Favorite Western(s): Tombstone, True Grit (both old and remake), Quick and the Dead, The Good, The Bad and The Ugly and finally more of a comedy, Mel Brooks' Blazing Saddles. |
47,629 | 1,292 | 43 | 2,599 | 276 | As the bandits ran away fleeing the stout opposition from the town Lily chased after them out the bullet riddled building, drawing her griswold from its leather holster; firing after the riders down the street unsuccessfully due to range and speed. Running over to her dead horse grasping the winchester rifle from the leather saddle holster along with the union cavalry sword, rushing over to the stables along with Hawthorne; grasping the first horse she saw by the mane and jumping onto its back by sliding her boot through its stirrup. Holding the rifle in her right hand as she pressed her heels into the chestnut colored mare sending it hauling ass down the blood soaked dirt road, kicking up quite a dust-storm as she did; the Union sword simply wedged between her belt and right hip. The blood from her wound soaking through the thin improvised bandage she made, though the pain was bearable enough that her anger towards the outlaws out paced the need to patch it up; her horse bolting out of town on their heels chasing them across a wide open grass plain. Lifting her rifle to her shoulder allowing the horse to guide itself, leaving her heels dug into the beasts underside as she fired towards the bandits; dropping the lever in a smooth motion to fire again as she rode still fairly accurate. | Name:Lily Bell
Nicknames/alias:None
Age:44
Place of birth & ethnicity:Mobile, Alabama Caucasian
Gender:Female
Occupation:Gunslinger/Solider
She ain't no woman to be trifled with.
Appearance: Lily is a average sized woman standing at five feet and ten inches, weighing a hundred and forty five pounds total. Her hair is shoulder length and dark brown with visible waves in it, matching her dark brown eyes and well tanned skin from being outdoors. She has three blue stripes tattooed onto her left cheek, put on her by the Apache indians when she was captured the stripes showing she was traded for two blankets and a horse; a permanent reminder of her capture.
Clothing: Lily typically wears normal long riding pants made of rough cotton, along with a white button up and a leather black sleeveless vest. With a rough trench coat completing the ensemble and of course a black wide brimmed circular hat.
Personal style: See above
Personality: Lily is a quiet and withdrawn person, not sharing personal details about herself very freely. Her tolerance for Yankee soldiers is quite low and she is quick to jump into a gun fight, though her time in the Confederate Army made her far wiser and more skilled of the gun than the average person. That being said when not being judged or tested Lily is a happy person, content to drink and gamble like anyone else; not afraid of base labor or getting bloody. She is quite fond of children.
Habits: Drinker, smoker
Regular life skills: Coach driver, Observation mapper, hunter, explorer
Combat skills
Sharpshooter - From six shooters to long rifles Lily is a proficient combatant
Close combat - Given a sword or knife Lily is fairly skilled in defeating opponents in close combat
Leader - Having seen war first hand makes Lily hardened to combat enabling her to lead in the heat of battle
Items on your person:
Griswold revolver (x2) - Lily wears a Griswold revolver on each hip, the pistols common amongst Southerners
Hunting knife - A foot and a half single edged steel knife sheathed in the boot
Flask - Not for water
Canteen - For water
Additional stuff:
-Brown pants (x2)
-White button ups (x3)
-Extra socks (x4 pairs)
-Winchester 84 lever action rifle
-Union officer's sword
What brings you to Haylliesburg: Seeking a new life, escaping Union controlled reconstruction in the south
Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: Lily was actually a wife and mother before the Civil War, although her career was the same as ever a tracker and hunter mostly at the time; her husband was an accountant and usually cared for their son at home. However a year before the start of the Civil War Lily's son Abel was taken by the flu, so when the conflict erupted husband and wife both set out to join the fray; leading to Lily cutting most of her hair off and disguising herself as a young teen boy. Not that many men cared who fought beside them as long as they were reliable when the heat was on, so naturally she formed a strong bond with those whom she fought with in the Forth Confederate Infantry. Lily lost her husband in a battle in Virginia over a bridge, the outnumbered southerners holding the structure until it could be destroyed, however Lily's husband had volunteered to set the charges and sacrificed himself after being shot to detonate the black powder being used to destroy the wooden structure. So when the war was said and done Lily had no one left, and she ventured to the west; running protection for wagon trains be they merchant or families striking across the vast nation. It was on one of these escorts that the Apache attacked the train overwhelming the defenders and seizing Lily as a prize, she spent only seven months amongst the Apache escaping one night by killing the sentinel left to guard her and the other captives.
Sample:
Lily sat high upon the back of her spotted heavy stallion, the sun's rays plummeting down onto the woman and her charges. A line of four wagons two with supplies and two with families rolling across the open grassy plains; several other guards rode beside the wagons as well each man carrying a firearm if not several along with those riding shotgun on the wagons they numbered twelve fighters. Suddenly an arrow came whirling across the open air, fired from an especially thick batch of grass; followed by loud yelping and screeching sounds Apache bursting from all around the train. Men fell quickly but began to return fire. Lily whipped her horse around and charged down the line, firing her revolver as she passed the warriors wounding some but missing those out of range. Her horse took an arrow to the neck leading Lily to fight on foot, rushing back to the wagons for some form of cover, the remaining survivors numbering only 6. The Apache quickly overtook the travelers, Lily striking down two more with the long officers blade she carried on her left hip; though she found herself knocked unconscious by a blow from behind. All and all killing over twenty four Apache warriors with only twelve fighters, Lily was stripped of her weapons and tattooed to mark her value in the tribe sold from her original captor to the next rather quickly. Lily spent the next seven months as a slave for the tribe, from menial labors to the heat of the Apache warriors before a battle or hunt, planning her escape the entire time; seeing her chance when the majority of the skilled warriors left the tribe. Headed to attempt an attack on the railroad, this left only a young boy guarding the captives teepee; Lily found a long strip of frayed rope upon the floor and crept behind the teen. Strangling him quickly and quietly before escaping, reclaiming her old weapons on the way out in a risky stealth mission into the chieftains tent which left two of his wives dead by the end.
Sample from previous rp
Favorite Western |
47,630 | 1,292 | 44 | 956 | 1,125 | Looks like we are going, Bison, Mingan responded to his friend. "Let's go, brother!"
Mingan watched the crazy woman chase after the bandits. She ran to a horse and retrieved a rifle. She then discharged a few well placed rounds and may have gotten one or two of them on the way out. She then quickly retrieved another horse, mounted and galloped hard after the fleeing bandits. "Bison, who is this crazy white woman? She is about to get a bucket load of bees flying her way very fast. Should we save her?"
"I am sorry to hear about your bounty. I have $50 for you here in my pocket," Mingan tapped the side of his blue US Army Infantry blouse. "Looks like we ride now. We may not catch up with the Kookoo bird, but we can at least track her," Mingan smiled at Iiniwa. | Name: Joseph Rittenour
Nicknames/alias: Mingan, (Gray Wolf) or Askuwheteau, (He who keeps watch) To those who know him best, he may be called Long Knife
Age: 37
Place of birth & ethnicity: Salamanca, N.Y/Onöndowá'ga (Seneca; Great Hill People of the Iroquois Confederacy/Haudensee; the People of the Long House)
Gender: Male
Occupation: former Union soldier, former farm laborer, now bounty hunter
Character appearance & personality
Apperance: Joseph Rittenour stands 71" tall and weighs 180 Lbs. He has a lean, fair build. His long black hair is occasionally braided and his brown eyes are very focused. He has tanned skin due to his heritage as a member of the People of the Mountain, Onondowagah, (pronounced: Oh-n'own-dough-wahgah), what the white man calls, Seneca. There was a time when Joseph wore a thin mustache, but he remains clean shaven now. He has several scars on his body, but none that can be seen while wearing clothing.
Clothing: Joseph wears traditional tanned leather breechcloths with leggings. On his feet, he has packed his moccasins away in place of leather boots worn as a soldier. He wears a white cotton button shirt, decorated with seven lengths of beads worn around his neck. The beads vary in color between red, blue, violet and brown. A few ribbons hang down from the necklaces. He wears his blue and gold Infantry blouse unbuttoned over this shirt. Upon his head, he prefers to wear a traditional Iroquois headdress, a cap covered in brown horsehair and a single eagle's feather standing straight up. He wears a gun belt over his breechcloths with a single revolver on the right side and occasionally a cavalry saber (Long Knife) on the left. A knife is tucked into his left boot and a much longer blade is located on his gun belt behind his holster.
Personal style: He dresses the way he wants to dress. It is a reflection of who he is today; a cross between his past as a member of the People of the Long House as well as a member of the white man's world. He has accepted the white man's world and has been on a quest of learning since the war ended almost 16 years ago. He has considered returning to his people, but for now yearns for something, he knows not what; a quest for knowledge.
Personality: Joseph is an inquisitor and a thinker. He remains silent, reticent most of the time, observing others. He has an analytical mind, constantly in thought. When he speaks, it is because he believes he has something important to say. He is not given to idle chatter. When the moment requires action, he is quick. He does not dwell over past transgressions or misdeeds directed at him. He resolves conflicts as soon as possible. His English is precise. He does not speak with an accent or with broken words.
Habits: When in contemplation, he places the whole of his right hand over his mouth, fingers sprawled across his left cheek and thumb across his right cheek. When in battle, black paint is applied to his white-painted face in the manner of his hand when in thought. He learned how to snap his fingers during the Civil War and will often snap them without thinking about it. He also likes to whistle while riding.
Skills and items
Regular life skills: Tracking, hunting, shooting, Hand to hand combat, farming, guerilla tactics, caring for horses and other domestic animals.
Combat skills: Joseph is a decent shot with a pistol and a fair shot with a rifle. He could engage targets out to 100 yards with the rifles about fifty percent of the time. Joseph prefers to use a bladed weapon, either a knife or sword. He has practiced using the sword and has years of experience in hand-to-hand combat with and without a knife. Joseph prefers to look into a man's eyes, when killing.
Items on your person: The clothing listed above, 1873 Single-Action Cattleman Revolver, US Cavalry saber, bone-handled 12" Bowie hunting knife, Beaver Tail 7-1/4" dagger/boot knife, 32 rounds of .45 caliber ammunition in the re-load slots of the gun belt. The belt is worn with the buckle on the left hip behind his saber. This makes reloading faster and keeps the buckle from binding up his groin while riding. He carries $125 in cash in a pocket of his blue infantry blouse.
Additional stuff: Joseph rides a tan/white spotted Apaloosa Stallion named Pajackok (means Thunder). He uses a Western saddle, which he has grown accustomed to. A 50' coil of rope is attached to the saddle, a black fringed rifle sheath carrying an 1873 Sharps rolling block .40-90 Buffalo gun, 100 rounds of .40-90 (.403") caliber ammunition and an additional 200 rounds of .45 caliber pistol ammo. His saddle bags contain the ammunition, spare moccasins and food. He has a one-gallon canteen of drinking water, brushes and tools for taking care of his mount. He carries a feed bag containing oats and vegetables or fruit when fresh to give to Pajackok. A rolled wool blanket is tied right behind his saddle.
History
Joseph is riding with his friend Iiniwa (meaning: Bison), AKA: Lauren Cartier. They have been riding for the past two years together, performing various jobs and collecting bounties when available. The two parted ways three days ago. Lauren traveled ahead to Haylliesburg while Joseph brought a $100 bounty in to Tucson. Joseph is carrying Lauren's split of the reward money.
Joseph is standing on a hill listening to the sounds of gunfire inside Haylliesburg at present.
Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: Joseph was born Askuwheteau (He who keeps watch). He grew up playing with the other children in his village near Salamanca, N.Y. He grew up as a member of the People of the Mountain or sometimes referred to as the People of the Western Door. They were once part of the Six Nations of the Iroquois Confederacy that remained intact for over six hundred years. They were friends with the Mohawk, Onondaga, Oneida, Cayuga and Tuscarora peoples. After the US gained their independence, the chain of the six nations was broken. Many of the Seneca moved north of the St. Lawrence, several to the Ohio River valley and a few remained in the Finger Lakes region of Western New York.
As a boy, he played Lacrosse with his friends and learned to hunt, trap, fish and track with his fathers and brothers. He learned to use the traditional Iroquois weapons, bows, knives and hatchets. It wasn't until he joined the US Army that he learned to use firearms. He also learned to farm and take care of domestic animals.
As Askuwheteau grew into a teen, his name changed to Mingan (Gray Wolf). It is the name he prefers. When the white man's nation exploded into a war between the northern and southern people, Mingan felt the urge to learn about the white man's culture and seek adventure. He adopted a white man's name, Joseph Rittenour, which means nothing to him. He felt it was necessary to fit in with their society.
He learned of the creation of an all Indian Infantry Regiment in a land known as Kansas. He and twenty of his brothers traveled together in search of Kansas. They discovered Big Creek near the town of Hays, KS in the summer of 1862. They were mustered into D Company of the 2nd Regiment, Indian Home Guards, Kansas Infantry. All of the Seneca men were placed in D Company. There were 95 men when the unit was formed.
Joseph and his brothers were issued Union blue uniforms and weapons. They cut their hair and dressed like white soldiers. The white men tried to teach them to fight, but their own way of fighting, which they learned as children would always take over. They practiced shooting, but would never fight in lines like the white men; using the guerrilla style of tactics that came naturally to them.
The 2nd Regiment made an expedition into Indian Territory (Oklahoma) where they captured Fort Gibson. They fought during Blount's Campaign in Missouri and Arkansas in the fall of '62. In late December, 1862, the 2nd Regiment made an expedition over Boston Mountains to capture Van Buren. Following that campaign, they were sent back to Indian Territory to occupy a line of the Arkansas River and protect friendly Indians, with Headquarters at Fort Smith, Ark., and at Fort Gibson, until May, 1865.
Operations near Fort Gibson included Greenlief Prairie on June 16, Cabin Creek on July 1-2, and Elk Creek, near Honey Springs, on July 17. Then they conducted operation in Cherokee Nation September 11-25, 1863. On December 16, 1863, they repulsed Quantrell's attack on Fort Gibson. The Seneca brothers, numbering 32 in May, 1865 mustered out of service.
During his time in the Army, Joseph fought in many engagements against both Confederate white soldiers and Indian units. He learned to shoot and to ride a horse with a saddle as well as to improve his understanding of English. Joseph fell in love with the white man's culture, but not the white man. He was thirsty for knowledge, deciding to travel the land to learn what he can about their way of life.
He started as a farm hand in southwestern Kansas. He found many other natives in this region and often traveled into Indian Territory (Oklahoma) to socialize with others. He even found other Onöndowá'ga people (Seneca) who had moved here from New York a century ago. He was welcomed into his new family with open arms. He split his time between working farms in Kansas and gathering with new family members in Indian Territory.
Eventually, he learned about outlaws and bounties. He learned a man could earn a living by capturing wanted criminals and turning them over to white lawmen. He saw this as an easy way to make money, albeit slightly dangerous. In fact, three of his brothers died during the course of taking five wanted men alive.
In the past six years as a Bounty Hunter, Joseph traveled with white, black and red bounty hunters. He enjoys his time with fellow natives like himself, but finds himself intrigued when in the company of white or black men willing to share with him. Joseph's life has been rigorous and challenging, but he maintains a positive attitude and is thrilled about his time on the American plains.
For the past two years, Joseph has been traveling with a man he met from Manitoba, Canada named Iiniwa or Lauren Cartier. They split up three days ago. Lauren headed to Haylliesburg, Arizona, while Joseph went to Tucson to turn in a $100 bounty. Today, Joseph is nearing Haylliesburg to rejoin his partner.
Extra
Speaks Seneca, Algonquin, English and conversational French
Carries no animosity towards former Confederate Soldiers, only respect; especially for Quantrell's Raiders.
Avoids alcohol when possible. Imbibes only occasionally. It turns him into a crazy person
Has never participated in a game of cards. He will sit and watch card games without participating.
Check out Joe's Journal.
My favorite western is The Good, The Bad and The Ugly |
47,631 | 1,293 | 0 | 1,824 | 2,645 | The cramped enclosure Hyng was stuck in--whatever the hell it was--wasn't budging. He had been trying to push his way out for who knew how long, with no success. The lack of any feeling of limbs was worrying, though, to say the least; had the explosion been bad enough to kill his eyesight and force his limbs to be amputated? Something worse? He shuddered at the thought. If he could never see again... That would be... VERY unpleasant, to say the least.
After a minute or so of failed pushing with that he assumed to be his legs, Hyng gave up and decided to used his head... Or, more aptly, his face to push his way out. This worked a bit better, at least; the sealed cage seemed to be giving way a lot easier now, and for once he could actually BREATHE. Shoving his way out, Hyng glanced around himself and saw... Well, it was a pretty dark place, all things considered, and the rocky ceiling and walls were... Strange. He prooobably wasn't in the laboratory now.
It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the place, which was... Probably a cave, all things considered. As far as he could recall, there were no caves near the university...
"Am I dreaming or something?!" Hyng asked himself internally (though it was really more a scream than a question) before looking around. Other... Things seemed to be waking up, but for now... He had to get a good look at himself... Or something. The sensations of pressure on whatever the hell he had just been in, of the cool, damp wind in the area... It was far too realistic to be a dream. Luckily enough, there seemed to be a pool of water a few feet away. Or, well... It seemed to be a few feet away, what with his face being so close to the floor now. Dragging himself over like a worm would have, Hyng reared his head and looked down at the... Somewhat clear pool of water in front of him.
A blue snake stared back at him.
"..."
"You're kidding, right?"
He was... A snake.
Holy shit.
A snake. It HAD to be a snake.
"What the hell?!"
The gravity of the situation dropped onto Hyng as he moved away... Well, in an attempted slither rather than the awkward crawl he was doing before. A snake. This had to be some sort of prank, right? He had to be in a coma or something, right? Maybe someone funneled in hallucinogens or something? But wait, that would leave him unable to move or feel or percieve reality or even think straight... And he was CLEARLY doing all four. So then...
"This... This isn't a joke... Is it...?" | Name: Hyng
Race: Water Snake
Race Abilities: Water snakes aren't particularly notable; what sets them apart from typical garden snakes and their ilk is their ability to manipulate water. It's their primary mechanism for killing prey, but they can't manipulate too much, or else they essentially pass out. Which, you know, is a good way to die in the wild, all things considered.
Gender: Male
Personality: Hyng is a calculating sort of being, preferring not to go in guns-a-blazing into much of anything. Though he wasn't particularly antisocial, Hyng never really had a major social circle. He has a tendency to be a bit acerbic at times, though, occassionally making tongue-in-cheek remarks about people or things around himself. Though analytical, it would be a lie to say that he can't be a bit... Crazy at times. After all, what sort of progress was made by stability?
History (Pre-Mortem): A college student who spent much of his time browsing the internet, Hyng was... Relatively normal, all things considered. A chemistry major in school, the once-blooming college student was well-known for being one of the more... Radical experimenters with chemicals in the lab. While most of those experiments ended without mishap, his final one...
Well, let's just say you don't leave a large amount of alkali metals near water for a reason.
Appearance (Text or image, whatever works): Right now, Hyng's just... A light blue snake, about a foot long.
Other: Speaks via telepathy because of a distinct lack of vocal chords. Yes. |
47,632 | 1,293 | 1 | 1,448 | 3,925 | That shot did it. After it, all I could perceive was complete and total darkness, as if I was flung into a void. For a brief moment, I worried about what the thief might steal, and how my family might react... but then I realized that this was either a coma... or I was dead. Either way, whatever that thief was doing wouldn't really effect me for... well, let's just say, quite some time. It seemed like this dark nothingness was going to go on forever, and, to be honest, it seemed more like I was dead, but... I wouldn't be able to think if I was dead, right? And... then a light... it started off small, but it seemed to approach me, it seemed to get larger and larger as it did so, and, soon enough, it filled my vision... and then I was thrown back into darkness. I thought that, perhaps someone tried to save me from death, and failed, hence the light... but then I heard three words, though, they sounded as if they were in my head, just, not my own voice as my thoughts usually were "You're kidding, right?" who was kidding? Was I kidding? Was this whole thing kidding? I started to feel... limbs? I could move, again, somehow? Another trio of words assaulted my mind, as I tried to get up, and make sense of all of this "What the hell!?" was that where I, and this mysterious psychic were? If so, then I suppose I SHOULD have believed in some sort of religion, huh? I seemed to be surrounded in walls, and as I finally got the hang of moving around, I tried to ram into one of the walls at full speed... which wasn't that much. It took a few tries, but I managed to break it.
Finally, light again. I could see again, after a short adjustment, and once my eyes adjusted to the new light level, I heard another thought from whomever had these psychic abilities "This... This isn't a joke... Is it?" a joke? Was the psychic man in danger? If so, then I suppose that made two of us, as I seemed to be dying (again) of thirst. Thankfully, as luck would have it, there seemed to be a clear water source up ahead... as well as an odd-looking snake. I ran up there, and tried my best to avoid the snake... only to stop dead in my tracks as soon as I saw my own reflection. "Wh...what!? Okay... okay... this HAS to be a coma, and some sort of weird... coma dream. Yeah, there's no other explanation," I tried to calm myself down, as the creature that was reflected on the water's surface was... well, it was about as far as you could get from being human, save for being a snake, or some sort of spider. Though I knew it probably wouldn't actually do anything, I still felt compelled to drink from the water source, and it tasted pretty good, though, this could have just been from my thirst, rather than any sort of indicator of quality. I wonder where that psychic guy is... and, if he's in trouble, will he even accept help from... a kobold? A minor monster creature straight from D&D? I thought as I tried to keep my distance from the blue snake, who seemed to just be sort of... er... standing? Sitting? Perhaps it was just staying there, given the fact that it can neither really sit, nor stand, given its lack of limbs... made me kinda feel lucky I still had them, and, hey, thinking about it, I still had hands, so that was a plus. | Name: Jeff
Race: Plain Kobold
Race Abilities: Plain kobolds are typically found in the plains-type areas surrounding human cities, towns, and such... as such, they are hunted down by practically every and any starting adventurer. They've also tried to mimic the way humans forge their weapons, and build their cities, but... their short life expectancy coupled with their comparatively weak bodies usually means that these weapons, if they ever get made, are of rather poor quality. These kobolds are also called 'Plains Kobolds', 'Average Kobolds', and just 'Kobolds', in comparison to, say, their mountainous cousins who are always called 'Mountain Kobolds'.
Jack Of All Stats: Plain kobolds are, well, plain. They're not particularly defensive, offensive, speedy, magical, or anything, really. While this makes them more adaptable than most monsters, this also has the problem of them just flat-out being mediocre, even by monster standards.
Claws: Much like the other kobolds, plain kobolds also possess claws, however, pretty much any weapon is preferable in almost any combat situation... they're usually only used when no weapon is available, and running isn't an option.
Natural Carpenters: One thing they ARE good at is building simple shelters that at least somewhat resemble human structures. Said structures aren't usually built to last, however, are always built with the kobold's (small) size in consideration, and are also always built out of wood.
Fire Spell: Plain kobolds have the ability to cast a weak fire ball spell. Said fire spell is more useful in making campfires than it is in combat, though, it does, at least give them an option to use whatever little magic they actually have.
Gender: Male
Personality:
He's usually fairly friendly, and somewhat talkative, and he can take quite a bit of mental and emotional abuse, however, if you happen to cross the line one too many times, he will go ABSOLUTELY BERSERK. He's done this a few times in the past, which made him one of the few nerds that bullies stayed away from during his earlier school years. Let's not forget, though, he's still a nerd, specifically, a gamer nerd, though, he was also into D&D for a while before he died.
History (Pre-Mortem):
He lived a fairly boring life, and heck, even his death isn't much to talk about. It was the last day of his classes, and he was getting at least 'B's in everything, he was just a few steps closer to getting that degree, and MAYBE doing something with it, and it was midnight, just about the time when he'd usually fall asleep. This time, however, someone broke through his apartment door, not a difficult task, given that it's just made out of cheap wood, and the intruder came with a gun. What he hoped to gain from this student living off of Top Ramen, and cheapo-brand hot dogs, the world will never know. Jeff made the stupid mistake of moving, and worse, bringing his fists to a gun fight. The empty cardboard boxes that were stacked up to his left fell down the moment he moved, revealing him to the intruder, who only had to shoot once... right through the heart. Whether or not the murderer got away, and whether or not he shot more times, will remain unknown, given that the first shot killed Jeff, and now, here we are.
Appearance (Text or image, whatever works):
Standing at about two and a half feet tall, now, he's... easily punted by even some of the weaker human wizards, unfortunately. His tail is oddly long for his kind, as is his snout for some unknown reason. He has greyish blue scales, green eyes, and black claws. He also seems to be wearing some dusty, torn up leather armor for some odd reason, though, he still lacks a weapon of any kind.
Other: Nothing, really. I'd prefer if I kept this character sort of kobold like, in that he'd be a reptilian almost humanoid, I just don't want him turning into, say, an ogre, or something, though I wouldn't mind him becoming a dragon... if that's even remotely possible. This was the shortest app I've ever made... odd. |
47,633 | 1,293 | 2 | 714 | 3,231 | Simba realized that his struggling wasn't helping him to loosen his leg and just as he accepted that he would most likely drown. Seconds after the last bit of air still in his lungs left him he was blinded by a bright light and passed out. When he came to the fist thing he noticed was that could breathe again and that he was out of the water.
His internal celebration about his presumed rescue lasted up to the point he opened his eyes and noticed that everything looked blurry and the colors looked odd. His first thought was that he might have suffered minor brain damage, but he soon realized his situation was a lot weirder when he tried to get up.
His arms and legs didn't seem to want to do what he wanted and his tail kept getting in the way. "...Wait a sec, tail?! Looking over his body he quickly realized he had been turned into some kind of oversized cat.
"Well it could be worse, at least I'm not a fish or anything." Despite his lame joke anyone with experience with cats could tell from his body language that he wasn't as calm as he tried to appear. His ears were pressed back and down to the point that they were more or less flat against his head and his tail was tucked in between his legs and close to his body. | Name: Simba
Race: Kneazle
Race Abilities: Besides the normal abilities any overly large housecat has, Kneazles can tell if a person/monster is trustworthy.
Gender: Male
Personality: Generally Simba prefers lazing around compared to working, however convince him that something is actually important and he will help you out. Because of how he died he suffers from a minor form of Aquaphobia. Despite his flaws though he is generally a nice guy.
History (Pre-Mortem): Before dying Simba was the only child in a family of nature lovers. Every year he and his parents would go on a camping trip, something which he kinda enjoyed. While on one of those trips the human Simba went swimming and due to getting his leg stuck drowned.
Appearance (Text or image, whatever works):
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47,634 | 1,293 | 3 | 2,033 | 9,337 | ~Neix~
Well, this was odd. One second she had been taking a shortcut home through a construction zone, the next she was floating in darkness. She folded her arms against her chest, eyes closed and brow furrowed as she stood on an invisible floor trying to think about just how in the hell she got here. It had been a rather windy day. Kinda storming, actually. In fact she remembered something about a tornado warning a county or so over that could have also extended to where she lived. Lets see...there was also the sound of metal groaning followed by the sound of some heavy metal crashing in the distance, and not the kind you listen too.
...fuck, did that really just happen? Did she die? Like that?
...pfft, laaaame. She at least wanted to go out with a bang when she died. Like say, make a doomsday weapon with her newly received engineering skills and blow up testing it or something. Well, not everyone got a chance to be an evil genius in their lifetime. Goddamn it, she was really looking forward to world domination, though. Okay, maybe she was just trying to keep herself calm at this point. She wasn't a character in some fantasy LN or something. Taking over the world was unrealistic and quite stupid, even if most of her characters in her DnD campaigns and other things happened to have a severe case of megalomania.
She looked down at her nonexistent body. She would have laughed ruefully, if she could have. That was just the way the cookie crumbles sometimes, as they say. Life had a tendency to fuck people over quite a lot, some more so than usual. Really, she should have expected it to give her a soul crushing something after being so friendly so long.
Well, nothing to do now but wait for whatever afterlife there was. A small point of light in the distance brought her back from her thoughts. It was getting close pretty fast. Her first instinct was to run from it, but from the rate it was moving, that wasn't gonna work. So instead, she let it happen.
The light washed over her.
And the feeling of her limbs returned. Maybe sometimes life was also a total bro and didn't kill you!
Breathing was the next thing that returned. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, Exhale. The first thing she learned to do in her martial arts class to calm herself and clear her head if she was getting worked up in a match. A simple calming breath worked wonders most of the time. She simply laid there for a few seconds, on whatever hard, rocky surface she was laying on.
After a few seconds, she decided to take a look at her surroundings. Wherever she was, it was a bit dark...and definitely felt a bit cramped. She also realized the ground was a lot closer to her than she was used too. Well, she didn't lose her legs, since she was currently moving them...though it also felt like she had another appendage growing out of her tailbone. What? Well, sitting around here she wasn't gonna get any answers.
"Wh...what!? Okay... okay... this HAS to be a coma, and some sort of weird... coma dream. Yeah, there's no other explanation,"
Sounds like she wasn't the only one with a mild case of 'What the actual fuck was going on'. She stood, turning her head towards the voices, realizing her back had in fact, been to a pool of water and quite a few other people. The person who spoke...was a Kobold? Of the lizardy type, it looked like.
"Well it could be worse, at least I'm not a fish or anything."
A second voice spoke up as she walked over to the pool with the others. Well, putting two and two together, she definitely wasn't human any more if these chucklefucks were anything to go by, and this water was clear enough to see her reflection, so why not! Would be a definitely good idea to see just what she looked like, so she peered into the pool of water.
A pale green scaly reptile thing stared back. So she was a lizardman, or a Kobold too, then? Huh, fancy that. Would explain the feeling of an extra appendage on her butt. Was probably a tail.
"Welp, I dunno about a dream." She said, looking at her clawed hand. "But this is goddamn awesome." She replied, perhaps a bit too calmly. Better than being dead at least. She may have been a relatively weak monster, but hey, she still remembered her martial training. She'd be the baddest Kobold lizard thing out there and make those silly little other races tremble before the might! "I'm a freakin Kobold. That's fucking awesome."
Okay, so maybe she was still just talking shit to keep herself calm, but it'd be a bit difficult for the others to tell. To distract herself further, she stared giving her body a full inspection. Green scales that seemed rather durable, about three feet tall with some fairly sharp teeth, claws on her hands and feet, and a stumpy sorta tail. Okay, then. First law in her new world order: No one could stand taller than she was.
...okay, getting a bit ahead of herself there. | Name:
Neix
Race:
Mountain Kobold
Race Abilities:
Mountain Kobolds are notorious for being tough, somewhat crafty little buggers. Agile on their feet, and have a fairly decent physicality as well. At least, the older ones do. Young ones likely don't even have the strength of a human kid. Thankfully, they have a fairly naturally tough, scaly hide that makes for some fairly decent defensive abilities. It's not going to be stopping any serious attacks, though.
-Agile
-Of decent physical strength
-Scales are naturally resistant to weak forms of damage
-Fairly crafty and handy with primitive tools.
-Claws on hands and feet.
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Sarcastic, somewhat antagonistic in behavior and doesn't really play well with others. She'd rather smack someone upside the head rather than talk about problems or diplomacy. She's not a bad person though, more chaotic good in her behavior. She'd likely help out someone if they needed it, just expect snark, insults, and otherwise harsh comments about how much of a moron you are to be tossed in your direction. Especially if you do something stupid.
History (Pre-Mortem):
In her previous life, Neix had just recently graduated college. Engineering grad, with a hobby of practicing martial arts in her spare time some weekends. Oh, and nerd through and through, she died on her way home from a farewell DnD party from her group of college friends. How? Well, she decided to take a shortcut through a construction zone because at 24 that was still a totally acceptable thing to do. Just one last little bout of delinquency before officially growing up, as they say.
Well, it was a rather windy day, and well, there was an accident as some bolts holding some metal beams in place failed.
Appearance:
Standing at just barely three feet tall, Neix isn't exactly all that impressive to look at. She has a dark, somewhat sickly green colored hide with spines growing out of the top of her head. Sharp claws on her hands and feet make for good, if not very effective natural weapons.
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47,635 | 1,293 | 4 | 2,628 | 9,841 | ... Why... why had everything gone so dark all the sudden?
The smallish girl was, needless to say, quite confused. Her memory was... foggy, at best, one moment she'd been walking home and then there was a whole lot of nothing. And now she felt like she was lying on something. Grass? Had she fallen? Why would she had fallen? Jeez... this was just annoying. Slowly, the girl opened her eyes.
Immediately there was some confusion when she found that her visual range was much further then it used to be. She could see in front of her, as well as also... above her. ABOVE HER. How could she do that? Why could she do that? The girl pushed herself up off the ground rapidly, attempting to get her legs under her as she sighted a whole host of strange creatures ahead of her... and realized something else was very wrong when she heard clicking as her legs moved. And... she felt... more of herself. For a moment, she froze. Her pigtails bobbed slightly in reaction to the previous rapid movement.
Slowly, she looked down. She had... two arms, a human torso, human hips... somewhat smaller and slighter then she remembered being(what was she a little girl or something why what?!) though it wasn't like she was the most mature-looking person before anyway and... and then... then she saw what had become of her legs.
From the thighs down, Ariana was a spider. There was a spider body. Spider legs. Instead of legs, she had a spider.
This took precedence over whatever anyone else was doing, even though there were... things all over the place.
"... I-I... spider... I... what is... I..."
She trailed off for a few moments, quaking, eyes wide. | Name: Ariana
Race: 'Delicate' Drider
Race Abilities: Ariana, as a 'delicate' drider, can produce silk from the more-spidery portion of her body. As is visible, from the thighs down she has a spider body, allowing her to climb walls as well. She is remarkably agile, and a excellent jumper.
Gender: Female
Personality: Ariana is a little bit shy. She can be somewhat nervous and awkward around people, especially new people. However, this does not at all hide the fact that she is also quite surly. Ariana will complain about others doing things she sees as stupid, pout, glare, and make sarcastic remarks. Her shyness sometimes makes her more inclined to retreat, but if she's annoyed enough there won't be any end to her insults. She isn't utterly uncaring, but her words can come across as quite cruel at times. This is in part because she does not really know how to handle having friends of any sort. Ariana has a very strong sweet tooth, unaffected even by the whole "suddenly my legs are a spider" thing.
History (Pre-Mortem): Ariana didn't really have a particularly outstanding life. She was mostly just a rather unpopular second year high school student due to her shyness and surly nature. She doesn't actually remember her death. It was so sudden that she has no actual idea what killed her.
Appearance:"Wh-why did I have to end up with all these extra l-legs?! Wh-who needs this many?!" She is very small, as 'Delicate' Driders are at tops four feet in height.
Other: N/A |
47,636 | 1,293 | 5 | 904 | 2,988 | Adam crawled along the concrete path as the pursuers who shot him walked away.
"Punk-ass double crosser..." One of them muttered.
Adam felt the surge of pain from his new wound and clutched it in agony. He looked down, and saw his hand drenched in fresh blood. The young man turned over and looked up at the night sky, obscured by iron steps and balconies of the apartments surrounding him. So... this is how it ends. Three months of a comfortable life on the run and this is it... death in some godforsaken alley in the middle of fucking nowhere town. He chuckled with his dying breaths, reminiscing on his life and the final moments before the end of his time. At last, the darkness of death had overwhelmed his vision, Adam knew that he was now, well and truly, dead.
Huh, weird void of absolute nothingness. Surprisingly, the thing he thought death would be, just the thing he absolutely hated it to be. That sucks. Well, flying through emptiness could be fun, for a while. Was he flying? Floating? Death was weird. Suddenly, the darkness was completely flushed out by a blinding white light. Weirder...
Mox woke up in a dimly lit... place, of some sort. He groggily got to his feet. This place was big! Without noticing everyone, Mox immediately went to the pool of water. He was so thirsty. He scrambled over to the water and cupped it with both hands as he gulped the water. It wasn't the most refreshing water, but it did quench his thirst a little. Mox sat back and watched the water calm down from his hands. It was then he saw his own reflection. What... the actual... fuck? He jumped to his feet, turning around as he looked at his body. Mox felt his face and his abnormally large nose. He turned back to the water and saw his ears too. "WHAT IS GOING ON AROUND HERE!?" He yelled out. Even his voice had changed. (OOC: His voice sounds like a WOW goblin from the Cataclysm pack, you can find it on Youtube). Mox looked around, noticing the other assortment of weird creatures. Lizard people, some creepy looking spider girl and something that looked like a cat but wasn't? Was that a snake? THERE'S SNAKES AND SPIDER PEOPLE? | Name: Mox
Race: Goblin
Race Abilities: Goblins might not necessarily have actual powers or abilities, but do have enhanced attributes:
- They are incredibly sneaky due to their agile physiology. They are, however, small and weak.
- They are also cunning and resourceful, able to use surrounding scrap to make crude, effective inventions and gadgets.
Gender: Male
Personality: Mox is a sly, witty goblin who uses his cunning to cheat, persuade and act to make ends meets. He's treacherous, and he knows it. Mox will keep his end of bargains though, if the price is right. He's not entirely evil though, and if what he's doing is truly wrong then he'll try and correct his mistakes. The only time it's right to be wrong is when the consequences are minimal. Taking coin from a rich man, he won't miss them. Stealing bread from a starving family, no way that's going to happen. Mox isn't shy from taking a life either, if it's necessary. For example, if he would be tasked with infiltrating a complex owned by a no-good greedy rich man with guards that would happily do any dirty deed for money, then there's absolutely no problem. Mox does have one slight complication. He might be a little insane when it comes to explosives.
History (Pre-Mortem): In the human world, Mox was Adam. A street rat who mugged and stole to live in the streets. He was a young teenager who got in with the wrong people and crossed the wrong guy. He ran and hid throughout the entirety of New York City before being run out by the gang who were after him. Keeping a gun and a knife on him at all times, Adam slept with one eye open, and every time the gang got close, he always managed to make a brilliant escape, blocking the pursuers with a complex web of improvised traps.
Of course, one night, he was caught, and his final moments were lying in a shitty alley, bleeding out on the hard concrete as he looked up at the night sky.
Stands at 3" 4' |
47,637 | 1,293 | 6 | 942 | 608 | Oh thank god my chest doesn't hurt as much anymore. Coming out of a drunken daze born was one groggy reincarnator who, like the others in the nearby vicinity, turned out to be quite different from her previous form. In this case, it was the lack of thumbs and hands that indicated something was off. "Why do I feel so... off..." Looking at the now feather wings where her arms used to be, the harpy's mind clicked on and all endorphine-drunken hallucinations were tossed out the window when she realized just how altered her body had become. The fact that looking down showed off scaly legs and wicked looking talons only reinforced the fact that things were DIFFERENT.
"...Okays, pros and cons time. Cons are I don't have opposable thumbs any more so manipulating things will be a right bugger along with the fact I'm apparently not human as well. Pros are... I guess I have natural weapons? And wings... Maybe I can fly!" Growing excited at the prospect, the monstergirl flapped her wings with all her strength and hovered above the ground at the amazing height of one foot before tiring out and falling flat on her rump. "Gah, birds don't have it easy..." Wheezing at how much effort it took to fly while rubbing her sore tailbone (plus new tail), the harpy mentally noted that a training regimen would have to be made to make use of any future flying.
"...Also I'll probably need some better clothes in the future as well. Rags aren't exactly known for lasting a long time..." Looking down at herself and seeing the rather baleful state of her clothes, she looked about and saw that there were other similarly talking monsters scattered about the area, reacting to their own bodies like they were unused to such. Maybe they went through the same thing she did? Tilting her head to one side, the newly-named Khari sat cross legged and looked like the bird-brain she was as she tried to figure out the situation. | Name: Khari
Race: Harpy
Race Abilities: Harpies are known to be somewhat of a bother for regular folk due to having the cunning of a humanoid monster and the flight ability of bird monsters. As such, valuables (specially shiny things) tend to be stolen along with anything else harpies set their eyes on. They can also be rather loud which might make people understandably agitated. Due to their physiology, harpies in general are pretty fragile due to their bones having to be hollow to allow for flight capabilities. They are however pretty fast, have rather good eyesight plus lung capacity, and have surprisingly strong arm and leg muscles for their weight class (you really don't want to have a harpy swoop at you talons first). Some inventive ones can even figure out to use their feet as pseudo-hands since their upper arms have wings and thus can't properly manipulate things with such digits.
Gender: Female
Personality: Inquisitive and cheerful, Khari isn't one to be let down by things such as no internet or modern-day plumbing (even if she cries every now and then not having them). A somewhat lucky-go-happy girl, the harpy is one that finds the silver lining in just about any situation. She's also particularly prone to experimenting with whatever she finds interesting at the time due to her rather creative imaginination, often leading to mixed mixed results.
History (Pre-Mortem):In her previous life, Khari was a young female college student enrolled in an architectural design course that also worked from home via the computer. One day the girl went outside to look for bargain buyss and unfortunately suffered from an unexpected heart attack in the middle of a shopping trip in the entertainment district, solely due to incredibly bad luck on her part. Death came far too fast for the paramedics to deal with and the woman breathed her last on Earth... only to realize that she lucked out and was now reincarnated into another world as a completely different race... without thumbs.
Appearance "Oooh... shiny..."
Other: Often gets distracted by the shiny. |
47,638 | 1,293 | 7 | 360 | 12 | The girl stared in disbelief at the pool of blood forming under her, spreading out like a ribbon. People were screaming and pointing, but no one came to her aid, as she tried to crawl away from her attacker, who was yelling loudly, waving his knife in the air while chasing a truck down the road.
“What did I do to deserve this?” She thought to herself as her vision began to grow fuzzy.”All I wanted to do was help.”
The next thing she knew, she was floating in a black void. She seemed to float aimlessly for an eternity in nothingness, vague memories forming and disappearing. Suddenly, she saw a bright light. Frightened, she tried to turn away from it, but it would not be denied. It came closer and closer, burning her eyes. She felt a searing pain, then nothing at all.
Calypso opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was a crimson ribbon, stretching out away from her. Confused at the lack of pain, she reached out to touch it, slightly relieved to feel the itchy wool of a scarf. She closed her eyes for moment, stretching sore and tired muscles before attempting to sit up.
Something was off. She couldn’t really explain it, but she seemed smaller, and was unable to stand properly. Also, the colors of the rocks and ground seemed odd, and slightly out of place. Trying to figure out what was wrong, she used her hind leg to scratch thoughtfully at the scarf wrapped around her neck as she took in her surroundings.
Not far from where she had been lying, there was a lake with a bunch of, well, THINGS. Scaly lizard-man monsters, bird and spider people, a funny little snake, and a very large cat were just a few of the odd creatures surrounding its banks. Rather than feeling fear, Calypso was perturbed.
“Is this hell? I might not have been the nicest of people, but I definitely didn’t deserve hell! Who can I complain too?” She thought to herself irately.
She studied them for a moment longer, wondering if she dared get close enough to take a drink. Her mouth was parched, and her tongue felt overly rough in her mouth. Deciding that she didn’t want to wait for a drink, she crouched down and began to inch slowly towards the water, belly nearly touching the ground, in patient, freeze frame movements, aiming for the part of the bank furthest away from the monster-like creatures.
Although it seemed to take ages, she finally found herself at the water’s edge. She took several desperate drinks before noticing the reflection looking back at her wasn’t one she was used to seeing.Instead of the plain, slightly nerdy girl she was expecting, she saw wide golden eyes, tufted ears, small, heart-shaped nose, and soft grey fur.
Calypso jumped in surprise a loud mew echoing throughout the area as she tripped over herself to escape the reflection. She could feel the fur all over her body rising until she resembled a tiny grey ball of fluff. Her dual tails twitched in opposite directions, as she tripped over the scarf still wrapped around her neck.
Collapsing to her belly, Calypso covered her face with tiny paws, praying that the creatures not far from her hadn’t noticed anything. She peeked between her paws towards them, not knowing what to expect. | Name: Calypso
Race: Nekomata
Race Abilities: Cat-scratch fever (small chance of having your enemies hallucinate after scratching them), Poison Fang (small chance of poisoning your enemies when biting them), Sleuth – when activated, you are nearly invisible. Works only in shadowy or dark areas, does not work against monsters with a good sense of smell. Making loud noises will cancel out this ability. Yowl – a high pitched cry that can cause confusion. Lasts for just enough time to escape. As this monster race grows it has the ability to change into a Bakeneko, or “Changing Cat”, meaning it can take human form. Even in its strongest form, this monster is seriously weak, and must rely on it’s agility, quickness, and intelligence to keep itself alive. It has a strong aversion to light, and light attacks.
Gender:Female
Personality: Calypso was a serious, down to earth human that didn’t like to break rules. She was very studious and often judgemental, especially towards those that weren’t as serious as she was. Unfortunately, those traits seemed to have amplified after her reincarnation.
History (Pre-Mortem): Calypso was a college honor student, and didn’t have much time for friends or games. She was dubbed “ice princess” by her classmates, and they often pretended to be cold when she walked by. Isolated, Calypso struggled with a sense of loneliness, and in a moment of weakness, attempted to pull the campus weirdo out of the way of a speeding truck. Not only was he not grateful, but he stabbed her repeatedly for her trouble. As she lay bleeding to death on the concrete, she watched that weirdo racing down the road screaming “Truck-kun! Come back!”
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47,639 | 1,293 | 8 | 714 | 3,231 | Having calmed down a bit Simba decided to explore the area he found himself in. The first thing he noticed was that there weird creatures all around him, and while wasn't sure some of them seemed as confused as he was. "WHAT IS GOING ON AROUND HERE!?" He was sure about the confused state of who or whatever yelled that though.
The second thing he noticed was the lake and he immediately decided not to go too close to until necessary. Not long after he discovered the lake he saw a different kind of strange cat close to it. "Heh she is pretty cute." "What am I saying? She is a cat and how do I even know it's a female?" Disturbed by his sudden attraction to an animal Simba deliberately changed direction hoping to avoid the two tailed feline | Name: Simba
Race: Kneazle
Race Abilities: Besides the normal abilities any overly large housecat has, Kneazles can tell if a person/monster is trustworthy.
Gender: Male
Personality: Generally Simba prefers lazing around compared to working, however convince him that something is actually important and he will help you out. Because of how he died he suffers from a minor form of Aquaphobia. Despite his flaws though he is generally a nice guy.
History (Pre-Mortem): Before dying Simba was the only child in a family of nature lovers. Every year he and his parents would go on a camping trip, something which he kinda enjoyed. While on one of those trips the human Simba went swimming and due to getting his leg stuck drowned.
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47,640 | 1,293 | 9 | 2,033 | 9,337 | ~Neix~
She fell quiet soon enough, lost to her own thoughts. Chances were, these people were in a similar situation as she was, but she didn't know any of them, and as such didn't really have any desire to make small talk with them. It would honestly probably be a good idea to at least get acquainted with them, but...meh, screw that. She had her own problems at the moment. Sure, the idea of being a kobold was fairly neat, and she wasn't gonna question how or why too much. She was here, not much she could do about it at the moment. That didn't mean she wasn't upset or trying to fight back losing it.
As interesting as this was, she had a life back there and it had all just been taken away. She supposed being alive was better than being dead, after all, but...
"WHAT IS GOING ON AROUND HERE!?"
Someone loudly shouted a similar thought to her next one. Looked like a goblin of sorts. She looked around, noticing a few new additions to their little party of recently deceased humans turned monsters. An adorable looking Arachne. She always had a thing for them in DnD campaigns and games. Or was she a Drider? Eh, didn't matter. Spider people were cool. Some sort of bird-brained looking harpy, two fluffy looking cats she sort of wanted to cuddle with. One of which looked pretty spooked. Lastly, some sort of slime thing. Well, Slimes were cool too. A little annoying though.
"No idea, but shouting ain't not gonna help, ya big nosed idiot." She said to Nox, a slight smirk appearing on her crocodile like face. "So instead, how about you use that tiny brain cell of yours to maybe do something productive, yeah?" She chuckled, before introducing herself...actually, how should she introduce herself. Her name, was in fact, Alexis in her past life. That was probably not exactly a good name to go by now...so...hmm...why not use the name of her character in the DnD game she was just at?
"Call me Neix." She said, chuckling lightly. "Bit of a shitty predicament, isn't it?" She took a few steps away from the pool, getting a better look at this cave they were in. Cramped, since there was quite a few of them here, and she didn't see any sort of visible exit at the moment.
...well, she needed something to distract herself with, but what? She wasn't really feeling up for idle conversation at the moment, and since she didn't have any work or home work from college to distract herself with...well...this body looked awfully scrawny, and she wasn't really used to moving in it. So, well, why not a work out or something then? She didn't have some poor guy to take out her frustrations on at the moment, but...meh, she needed to do something. | Name:
Neix
Race:
Mountain Kobold
Race Abilities:
Mountain Kobolds are notorious for being tough, somewhat crafty little buggers. Agile on their feet, and have a fairly decent physicality as well. At least, the older ones do. Young ones likely don't even have the strength of a human kid. Thankfully, they have a fairly naturally tough, scaly hide that makes for some fairly decent defensive abilities. It's not going to be stopping any serious attacks, though.
-Agile
-Of decent physical strength
-Scales are naturally resistant to weak forms of damage
-Fairly crafty and handy with primitive tools.
-Claws on hands and feet.
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Sarcastic, somewhat antagonistic in behavior and doesn't really play well with others. She'd rather smack someone upside the head rather than talk about problems or diplomacy. She's not a bad person though, more chaotic good in her behavior. She'd likely help out someone if they needed it, just expect snark, insults, and otherwise harsh comments about how much of a moron you are to be tossed in your direction. Especially if you do something stupid.
History (Pre-Mortem):
In her previous life, Neix had just recently graduated college. Engineering grad, with a hobby of practicing martial arts in her spare time some weekends. Oh, and nerd through and through, she died on her way home from a farewell DnD party from her group of college friends. How? Well, she decided to take a shortcut through a construction zone because at 24 that was still a totally acceptable thing to do. Just one last little bout of delinquency before officially growing up, as they say.
Well, it was a rather windy day, and well, there was an accident as some bolts holding some metal beams in place failed.
Appearance:
Standing at just barely three feet tall, Neix isn't exactly all that impressive to look at. She has a dark, somewhat sickly green colored hide with spines growing out of the top of her head. Sharp claws on her hands and feet make for good, if not very effective natural weapons.
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47,641 | 1,293 | 10 | 1,924 | 4,937 | Pushing through the darkness was a surprising experience but not so far out of the realm of possibility that it worried Saffron or anything. It was somewhat reminiscent of waking up after a particularly heavy party... or some other accidents throughout the years. Nothing as bad as your own pyrotechnician accidentally setting you on fire, though. Hopefully it hadn't done too much to their singing voice... though making it a bit rougher wouldn't be the end of the world or anything.
Being still of a predominantly human form, Saffron wasn't caught up in the general hysteria--her arms were too small, too hairless... but after having been barbecued, it was far better than she could have ever hoped for. The imp looked around whilst trying to work out why things felt a bit... off. The rest of the cavern, naturally, freaked her out rather a lot and she jumped back, ignoring her new-found ability to ignore that what goes up should come down.
"D-Dinosaur! Giant cats! Don't eat me!" she shouted, startled by her own childish voice nearly as much as the giant monsters crowding all around. Her career was ruined like this. "S-S-Stay back, monster sn-snake!" | Name: Saffron
Race: Devil (Imp)
Race Abilities: Devils are beings of magic and might, wielding both to overwhelm and obliterate their foes... except imps are rock bottom on the totem pole of infernal beings. Whilst they might have the heart and attitude for it, their tiny size and lack of potency makes them rather... less competent than their bigger relatives.
Fire Magic: You want a candle lit? Consider it done! A small fire to cook a pot over? Sure! (Just don't let her arms get tired holding a position) Fireballs? Well... it's a dream. Most things have hair and stuff to burn, anyway!
Flight: Despite the small size of the wings...
Pointy Teeth: The closest thing an imp has to being a big, burly devil: sharp little teeth and a strong bite. You might even lose a fingertip!
Gender: Female
Personality: Two words that come to mind for Saffron are 'cocky' and 'womaniser'. Of course, both of these were far more appropriate before she died and, needless to say, the brash self-confidence isn't going away any time soon. A third is 'glutton': food, in any quantity, is guaranteed to make her happy if for some reason her upbeat demeanour has been shattered.
History (Pre-Mortem): In life, Saffron was the frontman for a heavy metal band: big, muscular, liked to sing about fantasy themes a lot. Life was good, there was no shortage of women to flirt with or luxury foods to enjoy, and the band was reaching new heights and embarking on a world tour. Not a bad achievement for someone that managed to scrape a pass at best on almost every exam that they managed to sit.
Then the pyrotechnics for a different part of the show were fired. One barbecued singer later...
Appearance: Behold the immense foot-tall (11", actually... don't tell her) might!
Other: She still likes singing. Even though... well, the appropriate range of songs is totally different. |
47,642 | 1,293 | 11 | 1,448 | 3,925 | It seems like the group got several more members, two cats, one with two tails, a slime wearing a bow, another kobold, a goblin, some sort of... oh, wait, I think those are called 'driders', and a small, scared, flying girl. I didn't really want to say much for a while, as everyone went through the 'What the heck is going on?' phase, however, one of them, particularly the other kobold introduced herself as 'Neix', either she was foreign, or that was a character name, rather than her own. Must be nice coming up with names like that, I was always pretty horrible at coming up with character names, so I introduced myself using my own name, instead. "Name's Jeff... yeah, I know, that doesn't really sound like a kobold's name, but... I haven't been a kobold for very long," I then added "Yeah, Neix has a point, we're not going to get anywhere just by moping around, are we? Let's try to find a way outta here before... well, I have no idea what'll happen, but I'm sure it won't be good," I then realized that there didn't seem to be any visible exit, and Neix seemed frustrated, for some reason. I then heard the tiny girl speak up with "D-Dinosaur! Giant cats! Don't eat me!" and I assumed she meant us, and before I could try to comfort her, she shouted "S-S-Stay back, monster sn-snake!" I then finally got a word in with "Calm down, we're not going to eat you... even if I AM hungry. After all, I used to be human, and I'm not really into eating things that can talk," I had a joking tone in my voice, but I was actually serious about this... I just didn't know how much of this anyone would believe. Heck, for all I knew, I was the only one like that in the group... but, then again, if I was, then the others probably wouldn't have reacted the way they did. | Name: Jeff
Race: Plain Kobold
Race Abilities: Plain kobolds are typically found in the plains-type areas surrounding human cities, towns, and such... as such, they are hunted down by practically every and any starting adventurer. They've also tried to mimic the way humans forge their weapons, and build their cities, but... their short life expectancy coupled with their comparatively weak bodies usually means that these weapons, if they ever get made, are of rather poor quality. These kobolds are also called 'Plains Kobolds', 'Average Kobolds', and just 'Kobolds', in comparison to, say, their mountainous cousins who are always called 'Mountain Kobolds'.
Jack Of All Stats: Plain kobolds are, well, plain. They're not particularly defensive, offensive, speedy, magical, or anything, really. While this makes them more adaptable than most monsters, this also has the problem of them just flat-out being mediocre, even by monster standards.
Claws: Much like the other kobolds, plain kobolds also possess claws, however, pretty much any weapon is preferable in almost any combat situation... they're usually only used when no weapon is available, and running isn't an option.
Natural Carpenters: One thing they ARE good at is building simple shelters that at least somewhat resemble human structures. Said structures aren't usually built to last, however, are always built with the kobold's (small) size in consideration, and are also always built out of wood.
Fire Spell: Plain kobolds have the ability to cast a weak fire ball spell. Said fire spell is more useful in making campfires than it is in combat, though, it does, at least give them an option to use whatever little magic they actually have.
Gender: Male
Personality:
He's usually fairly friendly, and somewhat talkative, and he can take quite a bit of mental and emotional abuse, however, if you happen to cross the line one too many times, he will go ABSOLUTELY BERSERK. He's done this a few times in the past, which made him one of the few nerds that bullies stayed away from during his earlier school years. Let's not forget, though, he's still a nerd, specifically, a gamer nerd, though, he was also into D&D for a while before he died.
History (Pre-Mortem):
He lived a fairly boring life, and heck, even his death isn't much to talk about. It was the last day of his classes, and he was getting at least 'B's in everything, he was just a few steps closer to getting that degree, and MAYBE doing something with it, and it was midnight, just about the time when he'd usually fall asleep. This time, however, someone broke through his apartment door, not a difficult task, given that it's just made out of cheap wood, and the intruder came with a gun. What he hoped to gain from this student living off of Top Ramen, and cheapo-brand hot dogs, the world will never know. Jeff made the stupid mistake of moving, and worse, bringing his fists to a gun fight. The empty cardboard boxes that were stacked up to his left fell down the moment he moved, revealing him to the intruder, who only had to shoot once... right through the heart. Whether or not the murderer got away, and whether or not he shot more times, will remain unknown, given that the first shot killed Jeff, and now, here we are.
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Standing at about two and a half feet tall, now, he's... easily punted by even some of the weaker human wizards, unfortunately. His tail is oddly long for his kind, as is his snout for some unknown reason. He has greyish blue scales, green eyes, and black claws. He also seems to be wearing some dusty, torn up leather armor for some odd reason, though, he still lacks a weapon of any kind.
Other: Nothing, really. I'd prefer if I kept this character sort of kobold like, in that he'd be a reptilian almost humanoid, I just don't want him turning into, say, an ogre, or something, though I wouldn't mind him becoming a dragon... if that's even remotely possible. This was the shortest app I've ever made... odd. |
47,643 | 1,293 | 12 | 1,449 | 5,930 | By the time the world began to recede, there really wasn’t that much more pain. That, at least, made it easy for Otsune to smile. Even then she could only do so feebly, though they were the last of the muscles to remain loyal to her in her final hour, but she felt it necessarily important that she did so. Did she fear death? Of course—the oldest fear of mankind was the fear of the unknown. She felt that terror acutely the day the doctor solemnly told her that there would be no recovery. At this instant it didn’t prickle her so badly. Leaving behind her loves, her friends, and everything she knew did not fill her with joy, but joyful memories surfaced in her mind’s eye. The light grew dim, leaving only the tear-covered face of her husband. Barely, just barely, she could feel his fingers entwined with hers, and the melodic beeping of the heart monitor. Through her melancholy she smiled still, for the sake of the man in whose heart she would live on, and in remembrance of all the wonderful things in her life that made her truly blessed. This was the end, she knew, but she had no regrets. She knew that something lay beyond this soft, quiet dark, and she had already made her peace with God. I’m ready, she had told her husband. I’ll wait for you. I love you. With God watching over her, what was there to fear in endless sleep…? She knew, as fell away from the light into a peaceable haze, that she would be judged fairly.
Otsune then awoke in an instant, as quickly as one rises from a sudden morning alarm. None of her usual grogginess troubled her, and for a moment she struggled to figure out her surroundings. After a few seconds the memory of dying sunk in, and her thoughts transitioned to what came next. The facts that she could feel moving air and see shapes alone provided her immense relief and validation; after all, what religious believer did not, despite the choice to live a life of faith, harbor some small, gnawing doubt at the back of her mind? At the very least this dark, cool place did not seem evocative of Hell, so she bit back her excitement and looked around, trying to discern the area. Almost immediately she discovered something off, and before casting an eye on any of the shapes in her vicinity she examined herself. It didn’t take a mirror or pool of water for Otsune to realize that in place of arms and legs, she appeared to have stubby, reptilian feet lined with doglike fur. A glance over the shoulder turned up a crocodile tail, but more fur as well. Though not panicked, Otsune could honestly say she was baffled. What!? Was there some kind of…mistake? She shook the thought from her mind and shakily stood to her feet. At the very least, standing on all fours felt natural, and not as awkward as it would be if a human attempted the position. Seeking guidance, the snapjaw looked around, exploring an increased field of vision but notable nearsightedness. She could easily, however, observe what appeared to be a skinny little girl with transparent clothes, wings, horns, and a tail. Otsune, now surprised and uncomfortable, shifted her gaze to a couple cats, a few goblin-looking creatures, and diminutive monsters weirder still.
Most of them spoke, but Otsune didn’t quite process the words. The conundrum pounded her head. Why? If I ever expected anything from death, it wasn’t this. I’m so confused. This is definitely not Heaven or Hell, or Earth, judging by these strange creatures. Maybe God has put me somewhere else. For safekeeping? A test? Or is this some sort of dream? She stared at the crystal water from afar, the angle permitting no reflection. Slowly she padded her way toward it, and a glance at its sparkling surface precluded any idea of humanity. I don’t know if it’s reward or punishment, but I’ll take it as a second chance. A few moments of listening to the others clued her in to their own confusion, fear, and so forth. None of them seemed quite as calm as she; perhaps none expected there to be life after death, as she had. At the very least, it made sense that they would be human souls installed into bestial bodies, just as she. Moving her long jaw experimentally, Otsune attempted to speak, and found her voice much more of a mental projection than a construct of air. ”He…hello. I am Otsune.” After a few seconds of studying her foot again, she thought about saying that she appeared to be some sort of lizard dog, but decided abruptly that she wanted to keep talking to an absolute minimum. A level head in this kind of oddball situation would not doubt help her immensely in coming to grips with this reality, though her heart beat with a certain youthful energy, one she had not felt for decades. Her muscles –God, it felt good to be able to move freely again!- begged for her to run, jump, and bite things. Otsune settled for a slow turn in a circle, and felt her ears flopping around. Fascinating… | Name: Otsune
Race: Snapjaw (AKA Bayou Hound)
Race Abilities: Snapjaws have high endurance, able to run at a decent speed over land or swim for sustained periods of time. They have extremely powerful jaws despite their size, and can crush bones should one get a good purchase. Sadly, they can’t do much else. Snapjaws are most at home in warm, moist environments
Gender: Female
Personality: In the previous world, Otsune was compassionate, quiet, poetic, clever, thankful, considerate, gracious, and highly spiritual. Given a new lease on life in this place, however, her natural, real-life traits are commonly masked her new sense of self.
Otsune is energetic, outgoing, willful, ready to hurt and kill if need be, and greatly assertive. She is a huntress who prefers to act rather than think, a thrill-seeker and competitor. When fighting, she shows a merciless and savage side, perhaps imagining her enemies to embody all the immorality that her spirit strove against before. With her fellow monsters, nothing pleases her more than to mock, irritate, enrage, and humiliate. All of this, however, doesn't so much mask her previous self as it does filter to the top of it. Otsune still doesn't talk much, preferring to embarrass and annoy via gesture, traps, counters, turning foes' strength against them, and the like. She will never steal and won't often lie, and those that do not deserve to be hurt will not only be spared, but receive her protection. She never takes a blessing for granted, and always appreciates help and camaraderie. If the situation calls for wits, her keen intellect will bubble to the surface. At her core, she strives to act with the sort of grace and professionalism she thinks befits someone serving God.
History (Pre-Mortem): No amount of hard work, love, or previous fortune can prevent an ordinary woman, working alongside her husband in religious ministries, from dire misfortune. At the age of 26, Otsune found herself afflicted with a fast-working cancer. For a while, the spiritual woman wondered why God might allow such a thing to happen despite the blamelessness with which she lived her life, but ultimately, she did not lose her faith. Gradually, she embraced her coming death, and with the time she had left found more meaning and love in her life than ever before.
Nevertheless, when her husband found out that a place of healing in a far-off land might be able to save her, the two journeyed across towns, hills, and plains to see if God might provide for her after all. After her arrival at the hospital, Otsune underwent conventional treatment, but nothing availed her. Saddened but unbroken, Otsune bid a tearful but smiling farewell to her grief-stricken husband, and lay down for one last procedure -a blood transfusion- before the world went dark.
Appearance: About a foot tall and three feet long, snapjaws are amalgamations of dog and crocodile, with both scales and fur. The most prominent reptilian characteristics are the tail, head, eyes, and lower legs, while the rest is mostly dog. They come in a variety of colors and subspecies, but Otsune is light brown with cream-colored scruff and chocolate-colored patches on her back.
Other: I have something really cool in mind for an evolution, but it’s pretty strong. I think that having Otsune be the late bloomer would probably be the best way to accomplish that. Of course, I could introduce a middling form, without a picture to help things along. |
47,644 | 1,293 | 13 | 2,628 | 9,841 | Ariana wasn't really paying much attention to what was going on around her, at the moment. Not at all, in fact. Rather, she was still staring down in shock at the fact that her legs were now a spider. She was breathing rather rapidly, 'main' set of eyes wide. How? Why? Why would she be a spider person? How could she be a spider person? What would remotely explain how something this ridiculous had occurred? The tiny girl's human portion shuddered as she stared downwards. There were voices around her. The other things could talk? But she wasn't really listening to what they were saying. She was pretty completely distracted by the fact that, you know, her legs were a spider now.
She didn't know legs becoming a spider could happen. It didn't seem like something that should happen in any rational world. And yet, here she was. Her legs were now very much a spider. The complete panic she felt at this fact was combined with absolute confusion over her current situation. It wasn't a pleasant mix.
"WH-WH-WHY?!" | Name: Ariana
Race: 'Delicate' Drider
Race Abilities: Ariana, as a 'delicate' drider, can produce silk from the more-spidery portion of her body. As is visible, from the thighs down she has a spider body, allowing her to climb walls as well. She is remarkably agile, and a excellent jumper.
Gender: Female
Personality: Ariana is a little bit shy. She can be somewhat nervous and awkward around people, especially new people. However, this does not at all hide the fact that she is also quite surly. Ariana will complain about others doing things she sees as stupid, pout, glare, and make sarcastic remarks. Her shyness sometimes makes her more inclined to retreat, but if she's annoyed enough there won't be any end to her insults. She isn't utterly uncaring, but her words can come across as quite cruel at times. This is in part because she does not really know how to handle having friends of any sort. Ariana has a very strong sweet tooth, unaffected even by the whole "suddenly my legs are a spider" thing.
History (Pre-Mortem): Ariana didn't really have a particularly outstanding life. She was mostly just a rather unpopular second year high school student due to her shyness and surly nature. She doesn't actually remember her death. It was so sudden that she has no actual idea what killed her.
Appearance:"Wh-why did I have to end up with all these extra l-legs?! Wh-who needs this many?!" She is very small, as 'Delicate' Driders are at tops four feet in height.
Other: N/A |
47,645 | 1,293 | 14 | 904 | 2,988 | The goblin stared at the first Kobold. "Big-nosed!? Tiny brain!? I went for months outsmarting idiots, Lizard Breath!" He argued back. How the hell was the thing so calm about it all! He's fucking green for Christ sake and she's got frickin' scales! It was then that another creature who looked fairly similar to the other one came to introduce himself. What the heck was a Kobold?
It seemed the first one went for some weird name and the other had used his real name. His human name. Adam decided to go with the first option of naming himself. No telling what could go on around here. "Neix and Jeff, eh?" He said, rather amused. "Alright, I'm Mox." He really couldn't think of anything better. Mox was a cool name? Right? Still adjusting to his new body and crass voice, he walked over to the two other creatures. "You'll have to forgive my outburst, I'm just as confused as the others around here." He said. Although, maybe the girl and spider person would need more calming down. Well, no reason to leave these people behind yet, might as well help out. "Well, if we're gonna get outta here, might as well round up a few others, there's strength in numbers y'know?" Mox advised. "I'll go talk to the Amazing Spider-Girl over there." With that, the goblin walked away from the Kobolds and attempted to approach the Drider.
"Hey, hey, hey. We all need to calm down around here, okay? Name's Mox. We're gonna get outta here, but I need you to take a deep breath and tell me your name." He greeted, holding out his four fingered hands out flat. | Name: Mox
Race: Goblin
Race Abilities: Goblins might not necessarily have actual powers or abilities, but do have enhanced attributes:
- They are incredibly sneaky due to their agile physiology. They are, however, small and weak.
- They are also cunning and resourceful, able to use surrounding scrap to make crude, effective inventions and gadgets.
Gender: Male
Personality: Mox is a sly, witty goblin who uses his cunning to cheat, persuade and act to make ends meets. He's treacherous, and he knows it. Mox will keep his end of bargains though, if the price is right. He's not entirely evil though, and if what he's doing is truly wrong then he'll try and correct his mistakes. The only time it's right to be wrong is when the consequences are minimal. Taking coin from a rich man, he won't miss them. Stealing bread from a starving family, no way that's going to happen. Mox isn't shy from taking a life either, if it's necessary. For example, if he would be tasked with infiltrating a complex owned by a no-good greedy rich man with guards that would happily do any dirty deed for money, then there's absolutely no problem. Mox does have one slight complication. He might be a little insane when it comes to explosives.
History (Pre-Mortem): In the human world, Mox was Adam. A street rat who mugged and stole to live in the streets. He was a young teenager who got in with the wrong people and crossed the wrong guy. He ran and hid throughout the entirety of New York City before being run out by the gang who were after him. Keeping a gun and a knife on him at all times, Adam slept with one eye open, and every time the gang got close, he always managed to make a brilliant escape, blocking the pursuers with a complex web of improvised traps.
Of course, one night, he was caught, and his final moments were lying in a shitty alley, bleeding out on the hard concrete as he looked up at the night sky.
Stands at 3" 4' |
47,646 | 1,293 | 15 | 1,824 | 2,645 | Hyng stared on as the mob of monsters around him started to wake up on their own. A few didn't even bother freaking out about the water, but those that reacted...
Well, they were probably notable. In truth, it probably wouldn't be a far cry to day they might be in the same situation as he was in now--a soul transposed into the body of an animal... Or, well, humanoid monster thing, in the case of the kobolds and the goblin.
A glance over at the half-spider half-human girl proved as much; the instinct of most of them in the wild, Hyng assumed, would probably prioritize something like food over appearance. Or, y'know, water.
The goblin, at the very least, seemed to have the right idea; calming the one who was the least stable was reducing the risk of further breakdown.
As soon as he said that, though, another thing started shrieking like a banshee while... Not actually being a banshee. It seemed to be a girl or something that stood maybe as tall as he was long, and was... Still freaking out. Fun.
Well, it was probably best to follow in that goblin's footsteps, all things considered.
"Whoaaa. Hold on there, it's not like anything's hostile right now; regardless, I'm not giant; you're just tiny. Probably. Look, freaking out ain't gonna fix anything, so why don't we just calm down and get our bearings straight before jumping to conclusions? For example... Names. Right."
To be fair, it wasn't the nicest response, but it was better than nothing.
"But names, huh...? Now that I think about it, my name's not really fit for a snake... How about..."
"Hyng. You can call me Hyng. That should be fine." | Name: Hyng
Race: Water Snake
Race Abilities: Water snakes aren't particularly notable; what sets them apart from typical garden snakes and their ilk is their ability to manipulate water. It's their primary mechanism for killing prey, but they can't manipulate too much, or else they essentially pass out. Which, you know, is a good way to die in the wild, all things considered.
Gender: Male
Personality: Hyng is a calculating sort of being, preferring not to go in guns-a-blazing into much of anything. Though he wasn't particularly antisocial, Hyng never really had a major social circle. He has a tendency to be a bit acerbic at times, though, occassionally making tongue-in-cheek remarks about people or things around himself. Though analytical, it would be a lie to say that he can't be a bit... Crazy at times. After all, what sort of progress was made by stability?
History (Pre-Mortem): A college student who spent much of his time browsing the internet, Hyng was... Relatively normal, all things considered. A chemistry major in school, the once-blooming college student was well-known for being one of the more... Radical experimenters with chemicals in the lab. While most of those experiments ended without mishap, his final one...
Well, let's just say you don't leave a large amount of alkali metals near water for a reason.
Appearance (Text or image, whatever works): Right now, Hyng's just... A light blue snake, about a foot long.
Other: Speaks via telepathy because of a distinct lack of vocal chords. Yes. |
47,647 | 1,293 | 16 | 360 | 12 | To her relief, only a few of the creatures seemed to notice her, and they only gave her a few odd looks before continuing about their business. In fact, most of the creatures seemed just as confused as Calypso, some even seemed to be terrified of themselves.
Perhaps they used to be human, too? Calypso thought as she slowly sat up.
She scratched absently at the scarf around her neck as she watched the interactions of the things around her. Some of them had calmed down enough to start making introductions to one another, but to be perfectly honest, Calypso was not that brave. It was a shame, too, as the scarf knotted around her neck was itchy and uncomfortable, and some of those creatures had thumbs . She was sure that one of the calm ones would be able to remove it.
She scratched at the scarf with more vigor, her tiny claws leaving snags in the fabric as she did so, giving her an idea. She used her front claws and dug deep into the fabric, attempting to pull it over her head. She struggled for a moment, growling low in her throat, until she was finally free of the annoying strip of fabric. What kind of sadistic individual had placed it on her to begin with?
She scratched at her now naked neck with bliss, before looking at her surroundings more closely. She was in a wide cavern with no discernible exit, but she did spot one of the only creatures that wasn’t nightmare inducing, a large, spotted cat.
Well, maybe he knows what is going on. She thought, stretching her back. He looks like he would be easier to talk to than the others.
With that thought in mind, she dashed after the overlarge cat, making nearly no sound as she did so. She made it nearly to his side before sliding to a stop. He was a lot bigger than she was, so tall that she could nearly walk under him. She swallowed down her uneasiness, and fluffed her tails to give herself courage. It was amazing how used to them she already was.
Excuse me, do you know what's going on? | Name: Calypso
Race: Nekomata
Race Abilities: Cat-scratch fever (small chance of having your enemies hallucinate after scratching them), Poison Fang (small chance of poisoning your enemies when biting them), Sleuth – when activated, you are nearly invisible. Works only in shadowy or dark areas, does not work against monsters with a good sense of smell. Making loud noises will cancel out this ability. Yowl – a high pitched cry that can cause confusion. Lasts for just enough time to escape. As this monster race grows it has the ability to change into a Bakeneko, or “Changing Cat”, meaning it can take human form. Even in its strongest form, this monster is seriously weak, and must rely on it’s agility, quickness, and intelligence to keep itself alive. It has a strong aversion to light, and light attacks.
Gender:Female
Personality: Calypso was a serious, down to earth human that didn’t like to break rules. She was very studious and often judgemental, especially towards those that weren’t as serious as she was. Unfortunately, those traits seemed to have amplified after her reincarnation.
History (Pre-Mortem): Calypso was a college honor student, and didn’t have much time for friends or games. She was dubbed “ice princess” by her classmates, and they often pretended to be cold when she walked by. Isolated, Calypso struggled with a sense of loneliness, and in a moment of weakness, attempted to pull the campus weirdo out of the way of a speeding truck. Not only was he not grateful, but he stabbed her repeatedly for her trouble. As she lay bleeding to death on the concrete, she watched that weirdo racing down the road screaming “Truck-kun! Come back!”
Appearance : |
47,648 | 1,293 | 17 | 714 | 3,231 | Unknown to Simba his attempt to get away from the two tailed cat failed rather miserably, evidenced by the fact she ran over to him. He was sneaking around when he heard a female voice come from behind. Excuse me, do you know what's going on? After he turned around,he quickly figured out who it belonged to.
"Can't help you there, but at least I'm not drowning so it's an improvement." Since the two of them were talking now the best thing he could hope for was that he wouldn't make a fool out of himself. "Honestly I don't think anyone here has any idea what is going on, and while I could be mistaken I have no intention of asking everyone." It wasn't that he didn't care about what was going on, he just reasoned that if someone figured it out he would hear it eventually. | Name: Simba
Race: Kneazle
Race Abilities: Besides the normal abilities any overly large housecat has, Kneazles can tell if a person/monster is trustworthy.
Gender: Male
Personality: Generally Simba prefers lazing around compared to working, however convince him that something is actually important and he will help you out. Because of how he died he suffers from a minor form of Aquaphobia. Despite his flaws though he is generally a nice guy.
History (Pre-Mortem): Before dying Simba was the only child in a family of nature lovers. Every year he and his parents would go on a camping trip, something which he kinda enjoyed. While on one of those trips the human Simba went swimming and due to getting his leg stuck drowned.
Appearance (Text or image, whatever works):
Other: |
47,649 | 1,293 | 18 | 1,924 | 4,937 | The brief spell of panic was broken when the snake... talked back. Snakes didn't talk. That was one of reality's normal rules: snakes hissed at you at most, maybe poisoned or choked you if things went really bad, but they didn't strike up a conversation and tell you that you were small. Wait, she was small... she was...
At this point, Saffron's attention was turned to her new body. Those... odd feeling things... they were wings and a tail now that she looked. Well... with how many monsters were around, that didn't seem like too big a step down. But... her hair... her fashion... why was she all cute and innocent? With her size, how was she going to cultivate her awesome metal reputation again if she was this tiny cute thing!
At least part of her stage name would work... she could hardly use her original one now, and she'd have to build up an impressive monster reputation instead! Hopefully find some dolls with better clothing, too. "You can call me Saffron!" | Name: Saffron
Race: Devil (Imp)
Race Abilities: Devils are beings of magic and might, wielding both to overwhelm and obliterate their foes... except imps are rock bottom on the totem pole of infernal beings. Whilst they might have the heart and attitude for it, their tiny size and lack of potency makes them rather... less competent than their bigger relatives.
Fire Magic: You want a candle lit? Consider it done! A small fire to cook a pot over? Sure! (Just don't let her arms get tired holding a position) Fireballs? Well... it's a dream. Most things have hair and stuff to burn, anyway!
Flight: Despite the small size of the wings...
Pointy Teeth: The closest thing an imp has to being a big, burly devil: sharp little teeth and a strong bite. You might even lose a fingertip!
Gender: Female
Personality: Two words that come to mind for Saffron are 'cocky' and 'womaniser'. Of course, both of these were far more appropriate before she died and, needless to say, the brash self-confidence isn't going away any time soon. A third is 'glutton': food, in any quantity, is guaranteed to make her happy if for some reason her upbeat demeanour has been shattered.
History (Pre-Mortem): In life, Saffron was the frontman for a heavy metal band: big, muscular, liked to sing about fantasy themes a lot. Life was good, there was no shortage of women to flirt with or luxury foods to enjoy, and the band was reaching new heights and embarking on a world tour. Not a bad achievement for someone that managed to scrape a pass at best on almost every exam that they managed to sit.
Then the pyrotechnics for a different part of the show were fired. One barbecued singer later...
Appearance: Behold the immense foot-tall (11", actually... don't tell her) might!
Other: She still likes singing. Even though... well, the appropriate range of songs is totally different. |
47,650 | 1,293 | 19 | 2,033 | 9,337 | ~Neix~
Well, her first thought was that Mox was hilarious. Probably would make for fun company at least, if she wanted to make fun of someone. But getting out of here, though? Well...that wasn't exactly her first thought at the moment. While leaving was a pretty fun idea, she was content to stay here for the moment. It seemed safe enough, and it was a good place to get their bearings at least. Still if everyone else left, she'd follow. Safety in numbers and all that.
Still, so many people were freaking out. Understandable, really. She'd probably be freaking out herself if she opened her mouth in any capacity that wasn't going to be mocking someone. Her head turned to the second one who was freaking out. She looked...surprisingly human compared to some of them. Ignoring Mox and the spider, Neix walked over to Hyng Saffron, and the other Kobold. Might as well introduce herself to the other Kobold. After all, they were the same race! Might as well get all friendly and buddy buddy so she can mooch off of him~
"Hyng and Saffron, eh? Well, aren't you too just adorable, heh~" She chuckled lightly. "Neix, if ya didn't hear. Guess we're all in the same boat here. At least I've got another Kobold friend~" She gave Jeff a smile, though her voice was full of obvious sarcasm. "Say, you got some food on ya...Jeff? What kinda lame name is that, anyways?"
"Whatever...I'm kinda hungry, actually."She then turned to look at Saffron...a mischievous, toothy grin appearing on her face, before it failed, and she shook her head. That was...well, kinda mean. A little far, even for her. "Before ya get scared again, that was a joke..." She fell quiet after that. Ugh, her mouth wasn't going to help things here, so she'd resign herself to silence for the moment. At least until she cleared her head a bit. | Name:
Neix
Race:
Mountain Kobold
Race Abilities:
Mountain Kobolds are notorious for being tough, somewhat crafty little buggers. Agile on their feet, and have a fairly decent physicality as well. At least, the older ones do. Young ones likely don't even have the strength of a human kid. Thankfully, they have a fairly naturally tough, scaly hide that makes for some fairly decent defensive abilities. It's not going to be stopping any serious attacks, though.
-Agile
-Of decent physical strength
-Scales are naturally resistant to weak forms of damage
-Fairly crafty and handy with primitive tools.
-Claws on hands and feet.
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Sarcastic, somewhat antagonistic in behavior and doesn't really play well with others. She'd rather smack someone upside the head rather than talk about problems or diplomacy. She's not a bad person though, more chaotic good in her behavior. She'd likely help out someone if they needed it, just expect snark, insults, and otherwise harsh comments about how much of a moron you are to be tossed in your direction. Especially if you do something stupid.
History (Pre-Mortem):
In her previous life, Neix had just recently graduated college. Engineering grad, with a hobby of practicing martial arts in her spare time some weekends. Oh, and nerd through and through, she died on her way home from a farewell DnD party from her group of college friends. How? Well, she decided to take a shortcut through a construction zone because at 24 that was still a totally acceptable thing to do. Just one last little bout of delinquency before officially growing up, as they say.
Well, it was a rather windy day, and well, there was an accident as some bolts holding some metal beams in place failed.
Appearance:
Standing at just barely three feet tall, Neix isn't exactly all that impressive to look at. She has a dark, somewhat sickly green colored hide with spines growing out of the top of her head. Sharp claws on her hands and feet make for good, if not very effective natural weapons.
Other: |
47,651 | 1,293 | 20 | 1,824 | 2,645 | ...Wow. You sure got yourself together fast. I'd think that shrinking to the size of a snake would be pretty rattling. Well, then again, I AM a snake now, so... Fair's fair, Hyng said, shaking his head. If he had arms, he'd at least shrug his shoulders, but, well...
Yeah. Snake problems.
With that problem solved at the very least, Hyng turned his attention to the two kobolds hovering overhead.
"...Damn, we're pretty short, aren't we?"
Shit, right. He was speaking though telepathy and not an actual voice. Had to get used to controlling that.
"A-anyways... Er... Yeah. Jeff and... Neix, was it? Alright. I'll keep those names in mind. Saffron, though... You know, in retrospect, if you're THAT small and naming yourself after a spice..."
He trailed off as Neix made her own bad followup joke.
"...You open yourself to jokes like that. But hey, what works, works, right? Though... Assuming you two kobolds won't suddenly go feral and eat us, we all still need to find some sorta food. Right. All in favor of finding a way out once spider-girl over there stops freaking out like someone-"
Hyng stopped his half-venomous remark when he heard the ever-so-slight sound of someone else introducing themselves. Well, the more people that could communicate, the better... Right? Otsune... Sounded Japanese. No matter.
The snake turned his attention to the source and found himself staring at some bastard child of a dog and a crocodile (or was it an alligator?). Wow. Chimeras, too? Did that even constitute as one...?
...
Well, whatever. No point questioning the weird shit that seemed to have happened to all of them.
"Otsune, was it? One more to the party won't hurt."
With that invitation out of the way, Hyng realized that he had... Forgotten the ending to his first remark. Damn.
"...So. All in favor of waiting for spider-girl to stop wailing before we head out?" | Name: Hyng
Race: Water Snake
Race Abilities: Water snakes aren't particularly notable; what sets them apart from typical garden snakes and their ilk is their ability to manipulate water. It's their primary mechanism for killing prey, but they can't manipulate too much, or else they essentially pass out. Which, you know, is a good way to die in the wild, all things considered.
Gender: Male
Personality: Hyng is a calculating sort of being, preferring not to go in guns-a-blazing into much of anything. Though he wasn't particularly antisocial, Hyng never really had a major social circle. He has a tendency to be a bit acerbic at times, though, occassionally making tongue-in-cheek remarks about people or things around himself. Though analytical, it would be a lie to say that he can't be a bit... Crazy at times. After all, what sort of progress was made by stability?
History (Pre-Mortem): A college student who spent much of his time browsing the internet, Hyng was... Relatively normal, all things considered. A chemistry major in school, the once-blooming college student was well-known for being one of the more... Radical experimenters with chemicals in the lab. While most of those experiments ended without mishap, his final one...
Well, let's just say you don't leave a large amount of alkali metals near water for a reason.
Appearance (Text or image, whatever works): Right now, Hyng's just... A light blue snake, about a foot long.
Other: Speaks via telepathy because of a distinct lack of vocal chords. Yes. |
47,652 | 1,293 | 21 | 1,448 | 3,925 | Thankfully, both the psychic snake, named Hyng, and Mox managed to calm some of the others down... why was it that the ones that still looked remotely humanoid freaked out the most? I supposed Mox was the exception, but still... I tried to get a word in more than once, but our group just kept talking, and, now apparently included a croco-dog... dogodile? Some bizarre mixture of those two things, named Ostune. We also learned that the tiny, flying girl was named Saffron, and her learning that she was tiny seemed to calm her down... and then Neix decided to make fun of my name, leaving me to only reply with "Well, I dunno, ask my mother, she gave me that name, and I'm even WORSE at naming things... but, no, I don't have any food on me... we should get out of here as quickly as we can. I have a feeling there's nothing to eat in this dark, wet cave unless you feel like gambling on eating wild mushrooms," I chuckled at remembering the last session I had in D&D, which included several varieties of mushrooms... and one character who decided to sample them all. Long story short, it ended hilariously for that character. The psychic snake had the right idea, asking if we were all in favor of leaving this place. I shouted "I am!... and yeah, name's Jeff," Pretty much as soon as he finished his question... of course, it was still very weird to me that a snake could not only talk, but do so telepathically. Of course, since I assumed he was in the same boat as everyone else, he also broadcast some random chatter to all of us, which may or may not have been intended to just be thoughts, and nothing else. | Name: Jeff
Race: Plain Kobold
Race Abilities: Plain kobolds are typically found in the plains-type areas surrounding human cities, towns, and such... as such, they are hunted down by practically every and any starting adventurer. They've also tried to mimic the way humans forge their weapons, and build their cities, but... their short life expectancy coupled with their comparatively weak bodies usually means that these weapons, if they ever get made, are of rather poor quality. These kobolds are also called 'Plains Kobolds', 'Average Kobolds', and just 'Kobolds', in comparison to, say, their mountainous cousins who are always called 'Mountain Kobolds'.
Jack Of All Stats: Plain kobolds are, well, plain. They're not particularly defensive, offensive, speedy, magical, or anything, really. While this makes them more adaptable than most monsters, this also has the problem of them just flat-out being mediocre, even by monster standards.
Claws: Much like the other kobolds, plain kobolds also possess claws, however, pretty much any weapon is preferable in almost any combat situation... they're usually only used when no weapon is available, and running isn't an option.
Natural Carpenters: One thing they ARE good at is building simple shelters that at least somewhat resemble human structures. Said structures aren't usually built to last, however, are always built with the kobold's (small) size in consideration, and are also always built out of wood.
Fire Spell: Plain kobolds have the ability to cast a weak fire ball spell. Said fire spell is more useful in making campfires than it is in combat, though, it does, at least give them an option to use whatever little magic they actually have.
Gender: Male
Personality:
He's usually fairly friendly, and somewhat talkative, and he can take quite a bit of mental and emotional abuse, however, if you happen to cross the line one too many times, he will go ABSOLUTELY BERSERK. He's done this a few times in the past, which made him one of the few nerds that bullies stayed away from during his earlier school years. Let's not forget, though, he's still a nerd, specifically, a gamer nerd, though, he was also into D&D for a while before he died.
History (Pre-Mortem):
He lived a fairly boring life, and heck, even his death isn't much to talk about. It was the last day of his classes, and he was getting at least 'B's in everything, he was just a few steps closer to getting that degree, and MAYBE doing something with it, and it was midnight, just about the time when he'd usually fall asleep. This time, however, someone broke through his apartment door, not a difficult task, given that it's just made out of cheap wood, and the intruder came with a gun. What he hoped to gain from this student living off of Top Ramen, and cheapo-brand hot dogs, the world will never know. Jeff made the stupid mistake of moving, and worse, bringing his fists to a gun fight. The empty cardboard boxes that were stacked up to his left fell down the moment he moved, revealing him to the intruder, who only had to shoot once... right through the heart. Whether or not the murderer got away, and whether or not he shot more times, will remain unknown, given that the first shot killed Jeff, and now, here we are.
Appearance (Text or image, whatever works):
Standing at about two and a half feet tall, now, he's... easily punted by even some of the weaker human wizards, unfortunately. His tail is oddly long for his kind, as is his snout for some unknown reason. He has greyish blue scales, green eyes, and black claws. He also seems to be wearing some dusty, torn up leather armor for some odd reason, though, he still lacks a weapon of any kind.
Other: Nothing, really. I'd prefer if I kept this character sort of kobold like, in that he'd be a reptilian almost humanoid, I just don't want him turning into, say, an ogre, or something, though I wouldn't mind him becoming a dragon... if that's even remotely possible. This was the shortest app I've ever made... odd. |
47,653 | 1,293 | 22 | 1,449 | 5,930 | Following her introduction, Otsune expected at least some sort of acknowledgment from the other little monsters –such an act would definitively prove them sane, and on her level- but instead, a small girl who appeared to be half spider went into a noisy, stuttering panic. While she sympathized with the girl on some level, given that it proved her to be just as baffled by the situation as Otsune, she found herself irate with the drider’s high-pitched gibbering. Wah-wah-wah-wah, why!? Wah, wah, wah! thought the snapjaw, derisively. It’s not that bad. I’m not even half human, and you don’t see me complaining. Of course, she said nothing. In a time like these, venting her veiled stress on an easy target would help nobody. Otsune did her best to focus her attention elsewhere, as she felt that any attempt on her part to calm Ariana down would only exacerbate the problem, and listened to the displeasure of the kobolds. They, at least, didn’t seem averse to getting heated. The one who named itself Mox -Special snowflake, huh?- demanded that the others forgive him for his verbosity before trying his luck with the spider girl. Though he made a halfway decent attempt to take charge of the situation, pretty much nobody seemed to be paying attention to him.
Another critter, this one a blue snake, joined Mox in an attempt to bestill the bamboozled drider, calling himself Hing. Perhaps he was Chinese? Even if it’s only names, having a trace to the world I know is welcome. Otsune found herself distracted by the imp, proclaiming her name to be ‘Saffron’. Uh, okay. It seems to me like people would be wanting to preserve whatever ties they might have to the real world, not reinventing themselves at the first opportunity. Well, I guess this is a pretty big shift. Makes sense that some people would want to embrace the change.
Only a few seconds passed before one of the creatures noticed her for the first time. Given her tranquility, it didn’t really surprise Otsune that she might sink into the background, but receiving no attention until now caught her a little off guard. ”That makes at least two of us with a level head,” she told him in reply. Her eyes wandered over every member of the ragtag bunch of misfits. In addition to the shrill drider, Mox the goblin, Saffron the demon kindergartener, Hing the snake, Jeff the lizard-goblin, and Neix the other lizard-goblin, there were two odd cats and some kind of bird-girl. Something else lingered at the edge of the cave—a dark, sinister, hunched-over shape that put the snapjaw on edge. Some sort of gooey thing with a ribbon sat nearby as well, silent thus far. Otsune informed whoever was listening, ”This cave is quaint and all, but I am ready to leave." | Name: Otsune
Race: Snapjaw (AKA Bayou Hound)
Race Abilities: Snapjaws have high endurance, able to run at a decent speed over land or swim for sustained periods of time. They have extremely powerful jaws despite their size, and can crush bones should one get a good purchase. Sadly, they can’t do much else. Snapjaws are most at home in warm, moist environments
Gender: Female
Personality: In the previous world, Otsune was compassionate, quiet, poetic, clever, thankful, considerate, gracious, and highly spiritual. Given a new lease on life in this place, however, her natural, real-life traits are commonly masked her new sense of self.
Otsune is energetic, outgoing, willful, ready to hurt and kill if need be, and greatly assertive. She is a huntress who prefers to act rather than think, a thrill-seeker and competitor. When fighting, she shows a merciless and savage side, perhaps imagining her enemies to embody all the immorality that her spirit strove against before. With her fellow monsters, nothing pleases her more than to mock, irritate, enrage, and humiliate. All of this, however, doesn't so much mask her previous self as it does filter to the top of it. Otsune still doesn't talk much, preferring to embarrass and annoy via gesture, traps, counters, turning foes' strength against them, and the like. She will never steal and won't often lie, and those that do not deserve to be hurt will not only be spared, but receive her protection. She never takes a blessing for granted, and always appreciates help and camaraderie. If the situation calls for wits, her keen intellect will bubble to the surface. At her core, she strives to act with the sort of grace and professionalism she thinks befits someone serving God.
History (Pre-Mortem): No amount of hard work, love, or previous fortune can prevent an ordinary woman, working alongside her husband in religious ministries, from dire misfortune. At the age of 26, Otsune found herself afflicted with a fast-working cancer. For a while, the spiritual woman wondered why God might allow such a thing to happen despite the blamelessness with which she lived her life, but ultimately, she did not lose her faith. Gradually, she embraced her coming death, and with the time she had left found more meaning and love in her life than ever before.
Nevertheless, when her husband found out that a place of healing in a far-off land might be able to save her, the two journeyed across towns, hills, and plains to see if God might provide for her after all. After her arrival at the hospital, Otsune underwent conventional treatment, but nothing availed her. Saddened but unbroken, Otsune bid a tearful but smiling farewell to her grief-stricken husband, and lay down for one last procedure -a blood transfusion- before the world went dark.
Appearance: About a foot tall and three feet long, snapjaws are amalgamations of dog and crocodile, with both scales and fur. The most prominent reptilian characteristics are the tail, head, eyes, and lower legs, while the rest is mostly dog. They come in a variety of colors and subspecies, but Otsune is light brown with cream-colored scruff and chocolate-colored patches on her back.
Other: I have something really cool in mind for an evolution, but it’s pretty strong. I think that having Otsune be the late bloomer would probably be the best way to accomplish that. Of course, I could introduce a middling form, without a picture to help things along. |
47,654 | 1,293 | 23 | 2,628 | 9,841 | ... Stops freaking out. Stops. Freaking. Out.
For a few moments, Ariana had been panicking. But now she was feeling rather angry. Okay, she could guess all these... things were people too. Which in fact made her quite a bit angry. Any nervousness and fear was shattered in a few moments with a storm of rising anger, fire burning up through the tiny girl's frame. The one who had tried to calm her down, now, was forgotten for the moment, as she furiously rounded on the others.
"WHY AREN'T YOU FREAKING OUT MORE?!" she snapped, pointing an accusatory finger, "You're all in the same situation as me, right?! Hell, I have it better then a lot of you! At least it's just my legs that are a spider! There's a snake, and dinosaur people, and... and... what the hell is wrong with you that you aren't freaking out?! Are you all idiots?!"
Ariana trembled for a few moments, then buried her face in her hands.
"I want to go home. I just want to go home. I don't want to have a spider for legs. I just want to go home." | Name: Ariana
Race: 'Delicate' Drider
Race Abilities: Ariana, as a 'delicate' drider, can produce silk from the more-spidery portion of her body. As is visible, from the thighs down she has a spider body, allowing her to climb walls as well. She is remarkably agile, and a excellent jumper.
Gender: Female
Personality: Ariana is a little bit shy. She can be somewhat nervous and awkward around people, especially new people. However, this does not at all hide the fact that she is also quite surly. Ariana will complain about others doing things she sees as stupid, pout, glare, and make sarcastic remarks. Her shyness sometimes makes her more inclined to retreat, but if she's annoyed enough there won't be any end to her insults. She isn't utterly uncaring, but her words can come across as quite cruel at times. This is in part because she does not really know how to handle having friends of any sort. Ariana has a very strong sweet tooth, unaffected even by the whole "suddenly my legs are a spider" thing.
History (Pre-Mortem): Ariana didn't really have a particularly outstanding life. She was mostly just a rather unpopular second year high school student due to her shyness and surly nature. She doesn't actually remember her death. It was so sudden that she has no actual idea what killed her.
Appearance:"Wh-why did I have to end up with all these extra l-legs?! Wh-who needs this many?!" She is very small, as 'Delicate' Driders are at tops four feet in height.
Other: N/A |
47,655 | 1,293 | 24 | 1,924 | 4,937 | Saffron
"Why wouldn't I calm down quickly? Nobody's gonna eat me and being tiny and flying is better than burn scars," the imp pointed out. Then again, she had arms and legs whilst he... didn't. She was a bit jealous about the telepathy; people would probably have difficulty hearing her very well from a distance unless her lung capacity now had no bearing on volume. That might be kinda handy if she got a good opportunity to sing for a crowd, actually.
The expression she gave to Neix was more than a little peeved... but unfortunately, on her current body, it simply served to make Saffron look petulant rather than intimidating. She had the strangest desire to go round behind the kobold, find the end of their tail and... chomp. That'd show them.
It seemed the one barrier to their leaving was the upset spider-girl. It didn't seem like reasonable arguments were helping with that and Saffron couldn't pick her up like she really wanted to. She settled for flying over and giving the girl's arm a hug. "We're not gonna find a way home sitting in a cave, are we? Besides, your legs are pretty cool. Cutest spider ever." | Name: Saffron
Race: Devil (Imp)
Race Abilities: Devils are beings of magic and might, wielding both to overwhelm and obliterate their foes... except imps are rock bottom on the totem pole of infernal beings. Whilst they might have the heart and attitude for it, their tiny size and lack of potency makes them rather... less competent than their bigger relatives.
Fire Magic: You want a candle lit? Consider it done! A small fire to cook a pot over? Sure! (Just don't let her arms get tired holding a position) Fireballs? Well... it's a dream. Most things have hair and stuff to burn, anyway!
Flight: Despite the small size of the wings...
Pointy Teeth: The closest thing an imp has to being a big, burly devil: sharp little teeth and a strong bite. You might even lose a fingertip!
Gender: Female
Personality: Two words that come to mind for Saffron are 'cocky' and 'womaniser'. Of course, both of these were far more appropriate before she died and, needless to say, the brash self-confidence isn't going away any time soon. A third is 'glutton': food, in any quantity, is guaranteed to make her happy if for some reason her upbeat demeanour has been shattered.
History (Pre-Mortem): In life, Saffron was the frontman for a heavy metal band: big, muscular, liked to sing about fantasy themes a lot. Life was good, there was no shortage of women to flirt with or luxury foods to enjoy, and the band was reaching new heights and embarking on a world tour. Not a bad achievement for someone that managed to scrape a pass at best on almost every exam that they managed to sit.
Then the pyrotechnics for a different part of the show were fired. One barbecued singer later...
Appearance: Behold the immense foot-tall (11", actually... don't tell her) might!
Other: She still likes singing. Even though... well, the appropriate range of songs is totally different. |
47,656 | 1,293 | 25 | 714 | 3,231 | WHY AREN'T YOU FREAKING OUT MORE?! Simba didn't know who yelled that but he could easily which direction it came from but it honestly was a good question. In his case though it was a combination of actively trying to stay calm and the fact that it beat drowning.
He turned to face the twotailed cat again. "Let me guess, you want to go and check that out?" In his eyes it was probably the smart thing to do, but who knew what those creatures were like and what they wanted so he decided to leave the decision to his conversation partner. | Name: Simba
Race: Kneazle
Race Abilities: Besides the normal abilities any overly large housecat has, Kneazles can tell if a person/monster is trustworthy.
Gender: Male
Personality: Generally Simba prefers lazing around compared to working, however convince him that something is actually important and he will help you out. Because of how he died he suffers from a minor form of Aquaphobia. Despite his flaws though he is generally a nice guy.
History (Pre-Mortem): Before dying Simba was the only child in a family of nature lovers. Every year he and his parents would go on a camping trip, something which he kinda enjoyed. While on one of those trips the human Simba went swimming and due to getting his leg stuck drowned.
Appearance (Text or image, whatever works):
Other: |
47,657 | 1,293 | 26 | 360 | 12 | Let me guess, you want to go and check that out?
Calypso looked uneasily in the direction where she could hear shouting. It appeared that the creatures were multiplying in numbers, and truthfully, getting closer was the last thing that she wanted to do. However, if they were human at one point, perhaps it would be safe to get a little closer.
“I suppose we should.” She said doubtfully to her feline friend. “It would be best to find out if they are friendly sooner, rather than later.”
She puffed up her fur to make herself look a little larger, and flicked her tails for courage, before starting forward. She didn't know what was going to happen, but she was going to put her best foot, er paw, forward. | Name: Calypso
Race: Nekomata
Race Abilities: Cat-scratch fever (small chance of having your enemies hallucinate after scratching them), Poison Fang (small chance of poisoning your enemies when biting them), Sleuth – when activated, you are nearly invisible. Works only in shadowy or dark areas, does not work against monsters with a good sense of smell. Making loud noises will cancel out this ability. Yowl – a high pitched cry that can cause confusion. Lasts for just enough time to escape. As this monster race grows it has the ability to change into a Bakeneko, or “Changing Cat”, meaning it can take human form. Even in its strongest form, this monster is seriously weak, and must rely on it’s agility, quickness, and intelligence to keep itself alive. It has a strong aversion to light, and light attacks.
Gender:Female
Personality: Calypso was a serious, down to earth human that didn’t like to break rules. She was very studious and often judgemental, especially towards those that weren’t as serious as she was. Unfortunately, those traits seemed to have amplified after her reincarnation.
History (Pre-Mortem): Calypso was a college honor student, and didn’t have much time for friends or games. She was dubbed “ice princess” by her classmates, and they often pretended to be cold when she walked by. Isolated, Calypso struggled with a sense of loneliness, and in a moment of weakness, attempted to pull the campus weirdo out of the way of a speeding truck. Not only was he not grateful, but he stabbed her repeatedly for her trouble. As she lay bleeding to death on the concrete, she watched that weirdo racing down the road screaming “Truck-kun! Come back!”
Appearance : |
47,658 | 1,293 | 27 | 904 | 2,988 | Mox rubbed his head in frustration. "How the hell am I supposed work with this now?", he thought. It was then that a small girl with wings decided to help out and hugged the spider girl, comforting her on the matter. She did have the right idea though, so Mox played along. "Yeah, the girl's right, having spider legs ain't so bad." He agreed, his hand crawling through the air as he mentioned the legs. "You could do all kinds of cool stuff, like walking up walls? That's fun right?" However, it was then that the spider started sobbing about wanting to go home. Mox sighed and felt sorry for the girl. He sat down next to her on her other side and crossed his legs. "Listen, whatever this is, it ain't home, and we ain't going home either. I had to die to get in this situation. The point is... if there IS a way home, it's not gonna be found cryin' and sulking around in this place, ya hear me?" | Name: Mox
Race: Goblin
Race Abilities: Goblins might not necessarily have actual powers or abilities, but do have enhanced attributes:
- They are incredibly sneaky due to their agile physiology. They are, however, small and weak.
- They are also cunning and resourceful, able to use surrounding scrap to make crude, effective inventions and gadgets.
Gender: Male
Personality: Mox is a sly, witty goblin who uses his cunning to cheat, persuade and act to make ends meets. He's treacherous, and he knows it. Mox will keep his end of bargains though, if the price is right. He's not entirely evil though, and if what he's doing is truly wrong then he'll try and correct his mistakes. The only time it's right to be wrong is when the consequences are minimal. Taking coin from a rich man, he won't miss them. Stealing bread from a starving family, no way that's going to happen. Mox isn't shy from taking a life either, if it's necessary. For example, if he would be tasked with infiltrating a complex owned by a no-good greedy rich man with guards that would happily do any dirty deed for money, then there's absolutely no problem. Mox does have one slight complication. He might be a little insane when it comes to explosives.
History (Pre-Mortem): In the human world, Mox was Adam. A street rat who mugged and stole to live in the streets. He was a young teenager who got in with the wrong people and crossed the wrong guy. He ran and hid throughout the entirety of New York City before being run out by the gang who were after him. Keeping a gun and a knife on him at all times, Adam slept with one eye open, and every time the gang got close, he always managed to make a brilliant escape, blocking the pursuers with a complex web of improvised traps.
Of course, one night, he was caught, and his final moments were lying in a shitty alley, bleeding out on the hard concrete as he looked up at the night sky.
Stands at 3" 4' |
47,659 | 1,293 | 28 | 1,992 | 1,058 | There were something inherently wrong with the situation she was in, but she wasn't quite sure why she felt in such a manner. Her eyes lazily opened as she woke, revealing to her the foliage that had somehow clumped itself over her form. Stifling a yawn, she moved to bat the flora away from her body with an arm, the drowsiness encompassing her mind concealing the vines that moved instead. Her vision now cleared, eyes half-lidded trickled towards the sound of voices, beholding the sight of a congregation of creatures. Mixtures of fauna and man, beasts of fantasy, monsters. That was what they were. The jarring sight was not quite so jarring, having seen such creatures in her dreams before.
Amelia rose from her place on the ground, instinct moving her legs even as the vines of her new body carried her towards her destined location. As she nearly entered the clearing, a sudden tug from the area of her abdomen stopped her from moving any closer than 10 feet towards the group, a curious feeling to be sure. Looking downwards towards her chest, she was surprised to see white wool where there once was pink skin. Even curiouser was the new apparent curvature of her body, hiding her stomach from her downwards view, as well as vines where her arms should be. The human turned monster deigned the peculiarities no mind, believing it to be a change caused by the strange dream. Instead, she lay back onto the ground once more, suddenly aware of the feeling of a vine of sorts beneath her belly, and observed the congregation from the sidelines. She would learn of her situation within the dream soon enough- Oh, look. A butterfly with a human body. Cute. | Name: Amelia
Race: Barometz
Race Abilities: Barometz are both flora and fauna, possessing both a sheep-like body as well as a plant. They are omnivorous, in addition to drawing nutrients from the ground through their roots. Their eating habits and their lifespans are entirely dependent on the available sustenance around them. Should their food source become unavailable to them by any means (out of reach, eaten by other monsters, etc.), they would die of starvation. As a result, they have evolved and grown vines in order to reach farther than their stem could allow, as well as the ability to "uproot" themselves from the ground for a short period of time. The vines they possess are strong enough to carry their entire body, as well as immobilize and pull their prey (small woodland creatures and plants) towards themselves.
Gender: Female
Personality: Even before she became a "mostly" immobile monster, Amelia was slothful. She would never do anything above what needed to be done, and cut corners whenever the opportunity presented itself. Even more so now, where the light of the sun is less of an annoyance than something to bask within. Her attention span is horrendous, incapable of staying upon a single topic for more than seconds, in addition to being absentminded to a fault. However, when something gains her interest, whether it is a person, an object, or a subject of information, she will dedicate more energy towards it than one would believe she had. Despite her attention deficit, she is extremely intelligent and perceptive, remembering nearly everything she retains and noticing articles that others would miss. Should a promise ever be made with her, Amelia would keep it until the day she died.
She is surprisingly calm in most situations, even those where her life would be in danger. Whether this be because of her mental fortitude or inattention of the situation is up to debate. When pushed too far, enough that the slight pierces through her perpetual cloud of negligence, anger is something she is well-versed with. Expect either a volcanic eruption or a cold simmer depending on the level of rage, but hope for the eruption. The cold simmer is worse, since that could mean she's plotting ways to get you back. In her new form, she is deathly afraid of fire, and will move faster than one would think she would be capable of in order to avoid it.
History (Pre-Mortem): Amelia didn't have many friends. Most of her short, post-college life was held alone within her little apartment, living her life without a care in the world. Her parents were abroad, and she didn't have anyone within a 5km radius that would visit her. So when she didn't return to her apartment one day, no one in her area thought much of it. Only 5 days later, they realized they should have cared. Her body was found underneath a bridge, broken and alone.
Appearance
She has a sturdy "stem" that is melded with her belly, connected to her main plant
Other:
-When she was a human, she liked to dance. Sadly, she is unable to dance very well in her new form.
-She has a verbal tick, saying "Ah" before every sentence as if she is surprised by something, then pausing for a few seconds before saying her piece. |
47,660 | 1,293 | 29 | 942 | 608 | There, there. Flapping her wings towards the rather agitated spidergirl, Khari tilted her head to the side before awkwardly wiggling her new appendages. "At least we're still alive and healthy. Even if we're not human anymore. Better to make the best of the situation and adapt faster since we don't know if there are hostile beings around this place. So in a way, getting used to this quickly would help out with our overall chances of survival than wasting time panicking." The words were said slowly but steadily, and the harpy herself was moving her body about in random movements to see what kind of range she could achieve at the same time. | Name: Khari
Race: Harpy
Race Abilities: Harpies are known to be somewhat of a bother for regular folk due to having the cunning of a humanoid monster and the flight ability of bird monsters. As such, valuables (specially shiny things) tend to be stolen along with anything else harpies set their eyes on. They can also be rather loud which might make people understandably agitated. Due to their physiology, harpies in general are pretty fragile due to their bones having to be hollow to allow for flight capabilities. They are however pretty fast, have rather good eyesight plus lung capacity, and have surprisingly strong arm and leg muscles for their weight class (you really don't want to have a harpy swoop at you talons first). Some inventive ones can even figure out to use their feet as pseudo-hands since their upper arms have wings and thus can't properly manipulate things with such digits.
Gender: Female
Personality: Inquisitive and cheerful, Khari isn't one to be let down by things such as no internet or modern-day plumbing (even if she cries every now and then not having them). A somewhat lucky-go-happy girl, the harpy is one that finds the silver lining in just about any situation. She's also particularly prone to experimenting with whatever she finds interesting at the time due to her rather creative imaginination, often leading to mixed mixed results.
History (Pre-Mortem):In her previous life, Khari was a young female college student enrolled in an architectural design course that also worked from home via the computer. One day the girl went outside to look for bargain buyss and unfortunately suffered from an unexpected heart attack in the middle of a shopping trip in the entertainment district, solely due to incredibly bad luck on her part. Death came far too fast for the paramedics to deal with and the woman breathed her last on Earth... only to realize that she lucked out and was now reincarnated into another world as a completely different race... without thumbs.
Appearance "Oooh... shiny..."
Other: Often gets distracted by the shiny. |
47,661 | 1,293 | 30 | 1,448 | 3,925 | The spider girl decided to shout at everyone, delaying our efforts to leave this cave even further, and I tried to respond, but, a couple faces I didn't recognize came into view. One was obviously a harpy, a strange mashing of bird and human anatomy, and, oddly almost always female... this one was no exception, and she tried her best at flying, but didn't exactly seem comfortable with it, while another, a sheep that looked to be attached to some vines, also came into view. I would have said something, but the sheep decided to fall asleep. The obvious joke of the sheep counting sheep was too obvious, even for the likes of me to blurt out. "Well... as soon as everyone's calm, we can get outta here... I feel like we're going to all need to work together, anyways against... er... whatever might await us out there, so we should be patient," I ended up saying, still somewhat impatient to just leave this place, and see the sun, again. I didn't care if I DID have sunlight sensitivity like kobolds typically did in the books, I just wanted to get out of this dark, gross cave, and see what this world looked like. Did it have a blue sky like mine? Did it have a singular moon, similar to Earth's? More importantly... life is clearly possible in this place, so, what other lifeforms might we meet if we JUST STEPPED OUTSIDE? While I was basically shouting in my mind to just get up and go, outwardly, I was just sitting next to the pool of water, somewhat closer to everyone else than I was, given that I knew they were at least friendly... though, I had to wonder if the snake in our group still possessed venom... a likely possibility, given his small size. | Name: Jeff
Race: Plain Kobold
Race Abilities: Plain kobolds are typically found in the plains-type areas surrounding human cities, towns, and such... as such, they are hunted down by practically every and any starting adventurer. They've also tried to mimic the way humans forge their weapons, and build their cities, but... their short life expectancy coupled with their comparatively weak bodies usually means that these weapons, if they ever get made, are of rather poor quality. These kobolds are also called 'Plains Kobolds', 'Average Kobolds', and just 'Kobolds', in comparison to, say, their mountainous cousins who are always called 'Mountain Kobolds'.
Jack Of All Stats: Plain kobolds are, well, plain. They're not particularly defensive, offensive, speedy, magical, or anything, really. While this makes them more adaptable than most monsters, this also has the problem of them just flat-out being mediocre, even by monster standards.
Claws: Much like the other kobolds, plain kobolds also possess claws, however, pretty much any weapon is preferable in almost any combat situation... they're usually only used when no weapon is available, and running isn't an option.
Natural Carpenters: One thing they ARE good at is building simple shelters that at least somewhat resemble human structures. Said structures aren't usually built to last, however, are always built with the kobold's (small) size in consideration, and are also always built out of wood.
Fire Spell: Plain kobolds have the ability to cast a weak fire ball spell. Said fire spell is more useful in making campfires than it is in combat, though, it does, at least give them an option to use whatever little magic they actually have.
Gender: Male
Personality:
He's usually fairly friendly, and somewhat talkative, and he can take quite a bit of mental and emotional abuse, however, if you happen to cross the line one too many times, he will go ABSOLUTELY BERSERK. He's done this a few times in the past, which made him one of the few nerds that bullies stayed away from during his earlier school years. Let's not forget, though, he's still a nerd, specifically, a gamer nerd, though, he was also into D&D for a while before he died.
History (Pre-Mortem):
He lived a fairly boring life, and heck, even his death isn't much to talk about. It was the last day of his classes, and he was getting at least 'B's in everything, he was just a few steps closer to getting that degree, and MAYBE doing something with it, and it was midnight, just about the time when he'd usually fall asleep. This time, however, someone broke through his apartment door, not a difficult task, given that it's just made out of cheap wood, and the intruder came with a gun. What he hoped to gain from this student living off of Top Ramen, and cheapo-brand hot dogs, the world will never know. Jeff made the stupid mistake of moving, and worse, bringing his fists to a gun fight. The empty cardboard boxes that were stacked up to his left fell down the moment he moved, revealing him to the intruder, who only had to shoot once... right through the heart. Whether or not the murderer got away, and whether or not he shot more times, will remain unknown, given that the first shot killed Jeff, and now, here we are.
Appearance (Text or image, whatever works):
Standing at about two and a half feet tall, now, he's... easily punted by even some of the weaker human wizards, unfortunately. His tail is oddly long for his kind, as is his snout for some unknown reason. He has greyish blue scales, green eyes, and black claws. He also seems to be wearing some dusty, torn up leather armor for some odd reason, though, he still lacks a weapon of any kind.
Other: Nothing, really. I'd prefer if I kept this character sort of kobold like, in that he'd be a reptilian almost humanoid, I just don't want him turning into, say, an ogre, or something, though I wouldn't mind him becoming a dragon... if that's even remotely possible. This was the shortest app I've ever made... odd. |
47,662 | 1,293 | 31 | 2,033 | 9,337 | ~Neix~
The female Kobold rolled her eyes at the spiders outburst. Wow, a bit of a whiny little brat. She shook her head, frowning.
"Wow, spider." She scoffed. "Don't get your cute little legs in a knot. You don't think we're all freaking out or want to go home?" She looked to the ground. "Because I sure as hell would rather not be a lizard, even if it's kinda cool." That was all she said to the spider, though. She didn't want to either upset her further, plus her whining was a bit annoying. "The others are right. We ain't gonna accomplish anything sitting around here, are we?" She then turned to look at a few of the others gathered she hadn't exactly met yet. Introducing herself at this point was probably moot, so she let it be.
Instead the Kobold walked a bit away from the gathered group, taking a seat and crossing her legs, folding her arms against her chest.
"As soon as you guys get your butt in gear, then we might be able to get on with this." | Name:
Neix
Race:
Mountain Kobold
Race Abilities:
Mountain Kobolds are notorious for being tough, somewhat crafty little buggers. Agile on their feet, and have a fairly decent physicality as well. At least, the older ones do. Young ones likely don't even have the strength of a human kid. Thankfully, they have a fairly naturally tough, scaly hide that makes for some fairly decent defensive abilities. It's not going to be stopping any serious attacks, though.
-Agile
-Of decent physical strength
-Scales are naturally resistant to weak forms of damage
-Fairly crafty and handy with primitive tools.
-Claws on hands and feet.
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Sarcastic, somewhat antagonistic in behavior and doesn't really play well with others. She'd rather smack someone upside the head rather than talk about problems or diplomacy. She's not a bad person though, more chaotic good in her behavior. She'd likely help out someone if they needed it, just expect snark, insults, and otherwise harsh comments about how much of a moron you are to be tossed in your direction. Especially if you do something stupid.
History (Pre-Mortem):
In her previous life, Neix had just recently graduated college. Engineering grad, with a hobby of practicing martial arts in her spare time some weekends. Oh, and nerd through and through, she died on her way home from a farewell DnD party from her group of college friends. How? Well, she decided to take a shortcut through a construction zone because at 24 that was still a totally acceptable thing to do. Just one last little bout of delinquency before officially growing up, as they say.
Well, it was a rather windy day, and well, there was an accident as some bolts holding some metal beams in place failed.
Appearance:
Standing at just barely three feet tall, Neix isn't exactly all that impressive to look at. She has a dark, somewhat sickly green colored hide with spines growing out of the top of her head. Sharp claws on her hands and feet make for good, if not very effective natural weapons.
Other: |
47,663 | 1,293 | 32 | 714 | 3,231 | Simba knew that finding out whether or not the other creatures were friendly was a good reason to talk to them, but it was still a risk. "Yeah we have to find out some way, but we should still be careful. In fact if something happens you may want to hide behind me. My size should at least make me appear as the bigger threat."
While Simba hoped his companion didn't take his comment the wrong way he was more concerned about her getting hurt in case of a fight. Of course he was worried about himself too but he believed he was the physical stronger of the two. Nervously he made his way to the group. | Name: Simba
Race: Kneazle
Race Abilities: Besides the normal abilities any overly large housecat has, Kneazles can tell if a person/monster is trustworthy.
Gender: Male
Personality: Generally Simba prefers lazing around compared to working, however convince him that something is actually important and he will help you out. Because of how he died he suffers from a minor form of Aquaphobia. Despite his flaws though he is generally a nice guy.
History (Pre-Mortem): Before dying Simba was the only child in a family of nature lovers. Every year he and his parents would go on a camping trip, something which he kinda enjoyed. While on one of those trips the human Simba went swimming and due to getting his leg stuck drowned.
Appearance (Text or image, whatever works):
Other: |
47,664 | 1,293 | 33 | 2,628 | 9,841 | ... Well... the... tiny... tiny girl who had latched onto her to hug her was cute at least, even if Ariana wasn't exactly too capable of focusing on that sort of thing. For a few moments, she took a deep breath. Her legs were cool? Whatever, she still had a spider for legs and that didn't exactly seem very cool to her. She wanted human legs. She wanted to be home, not... here, wherever it was. Why would she even have a spider for legs?!
Then the one scaly guy said... said he'd died to get here. Ariana shook her head, eyes wide. No. She hadn't died. How could she have died? She was just walking home when... there was no way that could have happened to her at all.
... At the very least though the harpy said moving out of the cave was a good idea... Ariana, even in her moment of fear and anger, couldn't deny that... maybe it'd help. Maybe they'd get back home faster.
Then the other lizard thing spoke.
"... Oh... because EVERYONE's accepting it as freakishly well as you, huh?! You... stupid, scaly idiot!" she snapped, "EVERYONE should just forget their families or whatever instantly, right?! You just need to shut up!"
Fury had overtaken her fear now. Oh, because she was upset and wanted to go home she should be patronized and scoffed at?! Her main set of eyes glared daggers at the scaly thing, her hands balled into fists. It was only a small amount of rational thought that made her turn away and start to head out.
Only because it might help her get home faster. | Name: Ariana
Race: 'Delicate' Drider
Race Abilities: Ariana, as a 'delicate' drider, can produce silk from the more-spidery portion of her body. As is visible, from the thighs down she has a spider body, allowing her to climb walls as well. She is remarkably agile, and a excellent jumper.
Gender: Female
Personality: Ariana is a little bit shy. She can be somewhat nervous and awkward around people, especially new people. However, this does not at all hide the fact that she is also quite surly. Ariana will complain about others doing things she sees as stupid, pout, glare, and make sarcastic remarks. Her shyness sometimes makes her more inclined to retreat, but if she's annoyed enough there won't be any end to her insults. She isn't utterly uncaring, but her words can come across as quite cruel at times. This is in part because she does not really know how to handle having friends of any sort. Ariana has a very strong sweet tooth, unaffected even by the whole "suddenly my legs are a spider" thing.
History (Pre-Mortem): Ariana didn't really have a particularly outstanding life. She was mostly just a rather unpopular second year high school student due to her shyness and surly nature. She doesn't actually remember her death. It was so sudden that she has no actual idea what killed her.
Appearance:"Wh-why did I have to end up with all these extra l-legs?! Wh-who needs this many?!" She is very small, as 'Delicate' Driders are at tops four feet in height.
Other: N/A |
47,665 | 1,293 | 34 | 1,824 | 2,645 | ...Whoa. I can see this going about as well as I'd expect, which is to say not very well at all, Hyng said, shaking his head as he slithered out towards what he assumed to be the exit to the cave. "Still, though... Fuck, I died, then? What did I die- oh. Right. Explosions. Metal. Water. Damn, I'm an idiot."
The spider-girl was likely going to have to come to terms with that eventually; not just that she was dead, but also that returning to her old life would likely be next to impossible. It was strange enough that they had reincarnated (and that he himself owed his Buddhist parents an apology for denying that aspect of their faith), but that alone was already a gross violation of the laws of science. To say nothing of the fact that half of them were fantasy creatures...
Maybe the insanity of daily life had jaded him to some extent. There was a possibility that that was the case. At the very least, it'd explain why he wasn't having a nervous breakdown.
The exit to the cave they were in led to what seemed to be a larger cave, which was... Admittedly pretty annoying, but at least it explained the relative dimness of the light in there. This cavern seemed to branch off in a bunch of other directions, but two things caught Hyng's attention.
One: The exit of the cave was wide open, and it seemed to be early morning given the light streaming in.
Two: The ground was littered with corpses, both human and not. Blood, of course, was EVERYWHERE. Mostly dried, though. Mostly.
"...What the flying fuck happened in here...?" Hyng mused, noting that most of the corpses had their weaponry and armor stripped from their bodies; those that weren't bare were usually mutilated beyond efficient use. Most of the dead had wounds that were pretty clean-cut, all things considered, so... In essence, the answer to his question probably didn't need to be said.
"Actually, you know what? Never mind. I'm heading out to explore; hell if I'm sticking around this place."
With that said, Hyng navigated through the battlefield, attempting not to move over any of the corpses or blood. Be it out of respect or out of disgust, well... Either would do as an excuse.
The entrance to the cavern, at least, was considerably less in terms of being a bloodbath. Contrary to the dreary atmosphere of that hellhole, the grass around the place seemed to have been untouched. Which was... Strange, but probably not relevant to the situation at hand. Damned if it wasn't trampled on, though, but that was to be expected.
"So. Uh... We just wanna pick a direction and go?"
The forest seemed pretty tranquil... Well, for now, at least. Hyng wasn't quite sure if that was a good sign or not, but there were probably better places to hunker down in than a cave full of the dead. | Name: Hyng
Race: Water Snake
Race Abilities: Water snakes aren't particularly notable; what sets them apart from typical garden snakes and their ilk is their ability to manipulate water. It's their primary mechanism for killing prey, but they can't manipulate too much, or else they essentially pass out. Which, you know, is a good way to die in the wild, all things considered.
Gender: Male
Personality: Hyng is a calculating sort of being, preferring not to go in guns-a-blazing into much of anything. Though he wasn't particularly antisocial, Hyng never really had a major social circle. He has a tendency to be a bit acerbic at times, though, occassionally making tongue-in-cheek remarks about people or things around himself. Though analytical, it would be a lie to say that he can't be a bit... Crazy at times. After all, what sort of progress was made by stability?
History (Pre-Mortem): A college student who spent much of his time browsing the internet, Hyng was... Relatively normal, all things considered. A chemistry major in school, the once-blooming college student was well-known for being one of the more... Radical experimenters with chemicals in the lab. While most of those experiments ended without mishap, his final one...
Well, let's just say you don't leave a large amount of alkali metals near water for a reason.
Appearance (Text or image, whatever works): Right now, Hyng's just... A light blue snake, about a foot long.
Other: Speaks via telepathy because of a distinct lack of vocal chords. Yes. |
47,666 | 1,293 | 35 | 2,033 | 9,337 | ~Neix~
Wooooow.
someone just went off the deep end. When did she ever say she was calm? The accusation just made Neix snarkier than she usually was. In fact, it sort of pissed her off and considering she already wasn't exactly in the most stable of conditions...well...
"Oh, excuuuuuuse me princess" She hissed at the spider. Huh, she could hiss. Good to know. "Not everyone has to freak out and be a whiny little baby like you do! I just graduated college! In fact, I had it pretty good. You think I want to fucking be here? Because I sure as hell fucking don't."
Yeah, okay, that was a little bit harsh but...well...she honestly couldn't help it. She just...well, she wanted to get out of here. That's what she wanted to do.
Turning away from the spider girl with a grumble, she followed after the snake ignoring anything else the girl or anyone else might have said for that matter. She didn't want to say anything else, or deal with them at the moment. Besides, as soon as she stumbled into the next room, her thoughts quickly turned into something else.
Something really bad must have happened here.
"Well, we missed a party." Neix mused morbidly. Too bad most of the stuff looked in fairly bad condition and looked like it couldn't be used with any degree of efficiency. She didn't linger though, she shared Hyng's sentiments of getting the hell out of dodge before whatever did this came back. She would rather like to not be made into lizard jerky.
"Well, we don't really have much of a choice, do we?" She replied to Hyng. "Hanging around here's a bad idea, and I don't think we're gonna find anything useful on the bodies." As morbid as that sounded, she'd steal anything she could from these dead schmucks if it mean she could survive better in...wherever the fuck this was. | Name:
Neix
Race:
Mountain Kobold
Race Abilities:
Mountain Kobolds are notorious for being tough, somewhat crafty little buggers. Agile on their feet, and have a fairly decent physicality as well. At least, the older ones do. Young ones likely don't even have the strength of a human kid. Thankfully, they have a fairly naturally tough, scaly hide that makes for some fairly decent defensive abilities. It's not going to be stopping any serious attacks, though.
-Agile
-Of decent physical strength
-Scales are naturally resistant to weak forms of damage
-Fairly crafty and handy with primitive tools.
-Claws on hands and feet.
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Sarcastic, somewhat antagonistic in behavior and doesn't really play well with others. She'd rather smack someone upside the head rather than talk about problems or diplomacy. She's not a bad person though, more chaotic good in her behavior. She'd likely help out someone if they needed it, just expect snark, insults, and otherwise harsh comments about how much of a moron you are to be tossed in your direction. Especially if you do something stupid.
History (Pre-Mortem):
In her previous life, Neix had just recently graduated college. Engineering grad, with a hobby of practicing martial arts in her spare time some weekends. Oh, and nerd through and through, she died on her way home from a farewell DnD party from her group of college friends. How? Well, she decided to take a shortcut through a construction zone because at 24 that was still a totally acceptable thing to do. Just one last little bout of delinquency before officially growing up, as they say.
Well, it was a rather windy day, and well, there was an accident as some bolts holding some metal beams in place failed.
Appearance:
Standing at just barely three feet tall, Neix isn't exactly all that impressive to look at. She has a dark, somewhat sickly green colored hide with spines growing out of the top of her head. Sharp claws on her hands and feet make for good, if not very effective natural weapons.
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47,667 | 1,293 | 36 | 714 | 3,231 | As Simba made his way to the other creatures the group apparently decided to go somewhere else. Since he had no idea what else to do he kept following them, but he made sure to leave marks in case he wanted to go back to familiar territory. The lack of hands and the fact his claws weren't strong enough to leave easily visible markings in stone made anything other than the occasional pile of pebbles impossible.
When he approached the exit he noticed all the dead bodies and once again had to keep from freaking out, something helped by the fact that a lot of the corpses didn't seem human. Simba realized that if the group left the cave he might lose them so he and his companion had to hurry. "I think we should start running." He could only hope the others didn't take the sign of two catlike creatures charging at them as a sign of aggression. | Name: Simba
Race: Kneazle
Race Abilities: Besides the normal abilities any overly large housecat has, Kneazles can tell if a person/monster is trustworthy.
Gender: Male
Personality: Generally Simba prefers lazing around compared to working, however convince him that something is actually important and he will help you out. Because of how he died he suffers from a minor form of Aquaphobia. Despite his flaws though he is generally a nice guy.
History (Pre-Mortem): Before dying Simba was the only child in a family of nature lovers. Every year he and his parents would go on a camping trip, something which he kinda enjoyed. While on one of those trips the human Simba went swimming and due to getting his leg stuck drowned.
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47,668 | 1,293 | 37 | 1,449 | 5,930 | More commotion with the panicked and now accusatory little drider followed the other creatures’ attempts to tranquilize her. Though unfamiliar with her new facial muscles –or lack thereof- Otsune managed a crude and rather leering approximation of a smirk, for she had been right, after all; some children made trouble not to get better but to get attention, and the show wouldn’t be over until she tired herself out. Until then, all anyone else would be doing would be to add fuel to the fire. Leaving seemed like a very attractive option to the snapjaw, and upon spying the snake Hing making his escape, she wasted no time plodding along after him.
On the threshold to the larger cavern, she froze. The sight of carnage strewn about the floor of the cave filled her with horror and repulsion. Her fellow reptile voiced what ran through her mind: staying in here was not an option. While he navigated through the mess, she opted to lope around the edge of the cavern, discerning the walls via the light streaming in through a promising hole on the other side of the slaughterhouse. In doing so she evaded almost all of the viscera, as well as a good heap of nausea. The dry wit of Neix did not reach her, but Otsune did reach the exit before her, and emerged into the dappled sunlight of a green forest. The whole scene marked such a drastic departure from the sickly spectacle seen only moments before that the snapjaw couldn’t help but feel at the complete mercy of the world. Of course, had she been human, she wouldn’t have been much better off, anyway.
Two more bestial faces in the cave exit made four new visitors to the forest total. Otsune cast an eye at Hing, Neix, and Simba, and found herself wishing they weren’t there. The whole situation came of as so confusing and insane that the presence of others only made it more unmanageable. Besides, what sort of help could she expect from them? Perhaps they would react to their new circumstances badly, or one of them would snap. The risks outweighed the possible benefits but a substantial margin, and Otsune decided that she would rather go off on her own. If one of them wanted to follow, well…she would cross that bridge when she came to it.
Slowly at first, she began to run. In truth she did not pick up much speed, since she wanted to be at least somewhat aware of where she was going. She judged that if she were human, the pace she set would amount to a jog, and to the best of her knowledge nobody ever jogged off a cliff. Regardless, she did not run for long. After pushing her way through a thicket of long grass, she discovered that she stood at the edge of a gulch. It fell for about five feet before turning into a mass of reeds sitting in molasses-brown water, buzzing with flies and stinking in a way her new senses couldn’t stand. Disgusted again, she backpedaled out of the long grass and began to follow the gulch to the right—the direction from which the barely-moving water trundled. As she moved through the underbrush, she realized just how adept her new body was at running: she didn’t feel tired at all. A jaunt like this would have at least left her haggard had she been her old self. When the ground began to slope upward beneath her, she felt as if she were in to something, and in short order emerged from a tangle of wildflowers onto the shore of a small lake. A look to the left determined that a beaver dam, or at least something similar in function, blocked the water from flowing down the gulch. The sun sparkled off the surface of the open water pleasantly, but all the same Otsune remained alert. She harbored no clue what might be waiting for her in this world, or from what direction some unforeseen threat might spring. | Name: Otsune
Race: Snapjaw (AKA Bayou Hound)
Race Abilities: Snapjaws have high endurance, able to run at a decent speed over land or swim for sustained periods of time. They have extremely powerful jaws despite their size, and can crush bones should one get a good purchase. Sadly, they can’t do much else. Snapjaws are most at home in warm, moist environments
Gender: Female
Personality: In the previous world, Otsune was compassionate, quiet, poetic, clever, thankful, considerate, gracious, and highly spiritual. Given a new lease on life in this place, however, her natural, real-life traits are commonly masked her new sense of self.
Otsune is energetic, outgoing, willful, ready to hurt and kill if need be, and greatly assertive. She is a huntress who prefers to act rather than think, a thrill-seeker and competitor. When fighting, she shows a merciless and savage side, perhaps imagining her enemies to embody all the immorality that her spirit strove against before. With her fellow monsters, nothing pleases her more than to mock, irritate, enrage, and humiliate. All of this, however, doesn't so much mask her previous self as it does filter to the top of it. Otsune still doesn't talk much, preferring to embarrass and annoy via gesture, traps, counters, turning foes' strength against them, and the like. She will never steal and won't often lie, and those that do not deserve to be hurt will not only be spared, but receive her protection. She never takes a blessing for granted, and always appreciates help and camaraderie. If the situation calls for wits, her keen intellect will bubble to the surface. At her core, she strives to act with the sort of grace and professionalism she thinks befits someone serving God.
History (Pre-Mortem): No amount of hard work, love, or previous fortune can prevent an ordinary woman, working alongside her husband in religious ministries, from dire misfortune. At the age of 26, Otsune found herself afflicted with a fast-working cancer. For a while, the spiritual woman wondered why God might allow such a thing to happen despite the blamelessness with which she lived her life, but ultimately, she did not lose her faith. Gradually, she embraced her coming death, and with the time she had left found more meaning and love in her life than ever before.
Nevertheless, when her husband found out that a place of healing in a far-off land might be able to save her, the two journeyed across towns, hills, and plains to see if God might provide for her after all. After her arrival at the hospital, Otsune underwent conventional treatment, but nothing availed her. Saddened but unbroken, Otsune bid a tearful but smiling farewell to her grief-stricken husband, and lay down for one last procedure -a blood transfusion- before the world went dark.
Appearance: About a foot tall and three feet long, snapjaws are amalgamations of dog and crocodile, with both scales and fur. The most prominent reptilian characteristics are the tail, head, eyes, and lower legs, while the rest is mostly dog. They come in a variety of colors and subspecies, but Otsune is light brown with cream-colored scruff and chocolate-colored patches on her back.
Other: I have something really cool in mind for an evolution, but it’s pretty strong. I think that having Otsune be the late bloomer would probably be the best way to accomplish that. Of course, I could introduce a middling form, without a picture to help things along. |
47,669 | 1,293 | 38 | 1,448 | 3,925 | It didn't seem like the drider was responding well to our attempts to calm her down, and honestly, she had it pretty well compared to the rest of us. She was still relatively human, and, even if her legs were now a spider... maybe she was afraid of those? After her, and Neix's outburst, I figured it was nearly impossible to get to her. The others already left, with her trailing slightly behind them. I suppose becoming something you're afraid of is a pretty horrible fate... and even then, not everyone can handle situations as well as some people can. I thought as I stayed behind the main group, and tried to stay closer to her, smiling warmly, as if I still could, given my new appearance, to try to show her that I wasn't a threat. "Don't worry, everything will, at least, eventually, be okay, alright? If there's a way out of here, I'll help you get there. It's a good thing we're making progress, I'm not sure what would happen if we stayed in that room," I spoke as calmly as I could to try my best at calming her down, however, the appearance of dead bodies at this point may have made that hard... and even if I was more than eager to see the outside world, at this point, I knew that things wouldn't end well for her if she was left here, alone. I would have done something like pat her on the back, but, she was currently out of my reach, thanks to being on the ceiling for some reason. I almost ached to see what this new world could be like... but, someone else's current mental state, even if it was, honestly was somewhat logical, given the situation, and even it was if a little annoying to deal with, took priority over my own curiosity. | Name: Jeff
Race: Plain Kobold
Race Abilities: Plain kobolds are typically found in the plains-type areas surrounding human cities, towns, and such... as such, they are hunted down by practically every and any starting adventurer. They've also tried to mimic the way humans forge their weapons, and build their cities, but... their short life expectancy coupled with their comparatively weak bodies usually means that these weapons, if they ever get made, are of rather poor quality. These kobolds are also called 'Plains Kobolds', 'Average Kobolds', and just 'Kobolds', in comparison to, say, their mountainous cousins who are always called 'Mountain Kobolds'.
Jack Of All Stats: Plain kobolds are, well, plain. They're not particularly defensive, offensive, speedy, magical, or anything, really. While this makes them more adaptable than most monsters, this also has the problem of them just flat-out being mediocre, even by monster standards.
Claws: Much like the other kobolds, plain kobolds also possess claws, however, pretty much any weapon is preferable in almost any combat situation... they're usually only used when no weapon is available, and running isn't an option.
Natural Carpenters: One thing they ARE good at is building simple shelters that at least somewhat resemble human structures. Said structures aren't usually built to last, however, are always built with the kobold's (small) size in consideration, and are also always built out of wood.
Fire Spell: Plain kobolds have the ability to cast a weak fire ball spell. Said fire spell is more useful in making campfires than it is in combat, though, it does, at least give them an option to use whatever little magic they actually have.
Gender: Male
Personality:
He's usually fairly friendly, and somewhat talkative, and he can take quite a bit of mental and emotional abuse, however, if you happen to cross the line one too many times, he will go ABSOLUTELY BERSERK. He's done this a few times in the past, which made him one of the few nerds that bullies stayed away from during his earlier school years. Let's not forget, though, he's still a nerd, specifically, a gamer nerd, though, he was also into D&D for a while before he died.
History (Pre-Mortem):
He lived a fairly boring life, and heck, even his death isn't much to talk about. It was the last day of his classes, and he was getting at least 'B's in everything, he was just a few steps closer to getting that degree, and MAYBE doing something with it, and it was midnight, just about the time when he'd usually fall asleep. This time, however, someone broke through his apartment door, not a difficult task, given that it's just made out of cheap wood, and the intruder came with a gun. What he hoped to gain from this student living off of Top Ramen, and cheapo-brand hot dogs, the world will never know. Jeff made the stupid mistake of moving, and worse, bringing his fists to a gun fight. The empty cardboard boxes that were stacked up to his left fell down the moment he moved, revealing him to the intruder, who only had to shoot once... right through the heart. Whether or not the murderer got away, and whether or not he shot more times, will remain unknown, given that the first shot killed Jeff, and now, here we are.
Appearance (Text or image, whatever works):
Standing at about two and a half feet tall, now, he's... easily punted by even some of the weaker human wizards, unfortunately. His tail is oddly long for his kind, as is his snout for some unknown reason. He has greyish blue scales, green eyes, and black claws. He also seems to be wearing some dusty, torn up leather armor for some odd reason, though, he still lacks a weapon of any kind.
Other: Nothing, really. I'd prefer if I kept this character sort of kobold like, in that he'd be a reptilian almost humanoid, I just don't want him turning into, say, an ogre, or something, though I wouldn't mind him becoming a dragon... if that's even remotely possible. This was the shortest app I've ever made... odd. |
47,670 | 1,293 | 39 | 2,628 | 9,841 | ...
Any retort Ariana could have made died in her mouth as she came across the horrendous sight in the cave. Dead bodies. Horribly destroyed, cut apart... Her main set of eyes was wide in horror, her legs feeling weak. For a few moments she was utterly silent, unable to say anything in the face of such a terrible sight. She'd never seen a dead body before, let alone something like this... she felt cold, but then and unpleasant heat rose in her body as nausea kicked in and she felt ill. Unsteady on her eight legs, she wobbled forward and took a hold of a wall in one hand to steady herself, her other hand clapped over her mouth.
She could feel tears welling in her eyes from both the awful scene they had come across, and from the effort of fighting back just how sick she really felt. | Name: Ariana
Race: 'Delicate' Drider
Race Abilities: Ariana, as a 'delicate' drider, can produce silk from the more-spidery portion of her body. As is visible, from the thighs down she has a spider body, allowing her to climb walls as well. She is remarkably agile, and a excellent jumper.
Gender: Female
Personality: Ariana is a little bit shy. She can be somewhat nervous and awkward around people, especially new people. However, this does not at all hide the fact that she is also quite surly. Ariana will complain about others doing things she sees as stupid, pout, glare, and make sarcastic remarks. Her shyness sometimes makes her more inclined to retreat, but if she's annoyed enough there won't be any end to her insults. She isn't utterly uncaring, but her words can come across as quite cruel at times. This is in part because she does not really know how to handle having friends of any sort. Ariana has a very strong sweet tooth, unaffected even by the whole "suddenly my legs are a spider" thing.
History (Pre-Mortem): Ariana didn't really have a particularly outstanding life. She was mostly just a rather unpopular second year high school student due to her shyness and surly nature. She doesn't actually remember her death. It was so sudden that she has no actual idea what killed her.
Appearance:"Wh-why did I have to end up with all these extra l-legs?! Wh-who needs this many?!" She is very small, as 'Delicate' Driders are at tops four feet in height.
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47,671 | 1,293 | 40 | 1,824 | 2,645 | Hyng turned to Neix as she made her own statement, the snake opting to ignore the venomous comments that she had tossed at the spider-girl. It wasn't as if he could use any of the stuff even if it WAS in workable condition, anyhow; he was a snake, for fuck's sakes! What kind of snake used armor and weapons?!
"So I guess it's off in a random dire-" Hyng began to say before being cut off by the dog/lizard hybrid creature bounding away from them without saying a word.
Well. Then.
"Hrm. Well... You'd think that the logical thing to do would be to group, but... Apparently not. Hell if I'm going to go after that thing; I can't even move that well yet, much less at that kind of speed. Though... Maybe we should be covering some ground. Actually, speaking of which..."
The comment was soon followed by a few more of the creatures from before popping out from inside of the cave; the drider and... Two cats. Okay. Well, at least the drider had stopped being moody. Though... The fact that she looked about as pale as... Well, the dead bodies that they had just left behind.
"...As I was saying... We should be covering some ground. Our first course of action is to GTFO from this place, so... Let's head that way, I guess. Neix, was it? You mind if I hitch a ride up there? Kinda sucks not being able to see more than a few inches in front of my face," he stated, pointing to a direction perpendicular to the entrance of the cave with his head. "We should probably move slowly, though; I don't know what the hell we'll find, but I'm fairly certain that waking anything big up would be a death sentence to us all. Dashing off alone... I really think that's far too suicidal for my liking." | Name: Hyng
Race: Water Snake
Race Abilities: Water snakes aren't particularly notable; what sets them apart from typical garden snakes and their ilk is their ability to manipulate water. It's their primary mechanism for killing prey, but they can't manipulate too much, or else they essentially pass out. Which, you know, is a good way to die in the wild, all things considered.
Gender: Male
Personality: Hyng is a calculating sort of being, preferring not to go in guns-a-blazing into much of anything. Though he wasn't particularly antisocial, Hyng never really had a major social circle. He has a tendency to be a bit acerbic at times, though, occassionally making tongue-in-cheek remarks about people or things around himself. Though analytical, it would be a lie to say that he can't be a bit... Crazy at times. After all, what sort of progress was made by stability?
History (Pre-Mortem): A college student who spent much of his time browsing the internet, Hyng was... Relatively normal, all things considered. A chemistry major in school, the once-blooming college student was well-known for being one of the more... Radical experimenters with chemicals in the lab. While most of those experiments ended without mishap, his final one...
Well, let's just say you don't leave a large amount of alkali metals near water for a reason.
Appearance (Text or image, whatever works): Right now, Hyng's just... A light blue snake, about a foot long.
Other: Speaks via telepathy because of a distinct lack of vocal chords. Yes. |
47,672 | 1,293 | 41 | 2,033 | 9,337 | ~Neix~
Neix watched with mild interest as that dog/crocodile thing...whoever or whatever it was ran off. Honestly, while it was probably a good idea to get as far away from here as possible, it was probably a bad idea to do so alone. Well, not her problem. Not now at least. Whoever it was, was already far out of sight. Well, at least she'd have to put up with less shenanigans from someone who might have been a jackass for all she knew.
"...As I was saying... We should be covering some ground. Our first course of action is to GTFO from this place, so... Let's head that way, I guess. Neix, was it? You mind if I hitch a ride up there? Kinda sucks not being able to see more than a few inches in front of my face,"
She turned her head towards Hyng, tilting it slightly. Well, she had never carried anyone around before, but he was right. He wasn't gonna be getting anywhere fast in his condition. At least he seemed to have a cool head about everything, so she probably wouldn't mind his company too much, as long as he...kept his...erm...well. He didn't really have anything he needed to keep to himself. Well, whatever then.
"We should probably move slowly, though; I don't know what the hell we'll find, but I'm fairly certain that waking anything big up would be a death sentence to us all. Dashing off alone... I really think that's far too suicidal for my liking."
"Heh, yeeeah. Dunno what that crocodog thing was thinking. It's always good to have someone to watch your back, yeah?" She chuckled lightly, reaching down and lightly picking up Hyng. She brought him up to her head, and let him slither onto it and get comfortable. As soon as she did, she turned her head briefly to the spider. She did really feel kind of bad for snapping at her, but...well...she sighed.
"Yo, legs. It's probably a bad idea to hang around here so it'd probably be best to get moving." That was about as open of an invitation as she was gonna get - and she was free to do whatever she wanted to with it. She wasn't really one to babysit someone who was having a panic attack - that'd just make her own mood worse and would only serve to make her snap at the spider again probably. "Whatever did this might come back...and I'd rather not end up as lizard jerky." Despite her words, there was a clear hint of actual worry in her voice, though she didn't linger regardless and started walking, not checking to see if the spider came with them.
As she walked, she made sure to watch where she stepped in case she happened to step in something she'd rather not. It was easy enough, as the terrain wasn't difficult to travel. Trees began to surround them as they left, forming a shady canopy overhead.
"I really hope we don't run into something that likes lizard jerky." she said to Hyng. "So...got a plan or anything anyways, Hyng? I vote for finding some food before I start thinking snake sounds delicious." | Name:
Neix
Race:
Mountain Kobold
Race Abilities:
Mountain Kobolds are notorious for being tough, somewhat crafty little buggers. Agile on their feet, and have a fairly decent physicality as well. At least, the older ones do. Young ones likely don't even have the strength of a human kid. Thankfully, they have a fairly naturally tough, scaly hide that makes for some fairly decent defensive abilities. It's not going to be stopping any serious attacks, though.
-Agile
-Of decent physical strength
-Scales are naturally resistant to weak forms of damage
-Fairly crafty and handy with primitive tools.
-Claws on hands and feet.
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Sarcastic, somewhat antagonistic in behavior and doesn't really play well with others. She'd rather smack someone upside the head rather than talk about problems or diplomacy. She's not a bad person though, more chaotic good in her behavior. She'd likely help out someone if they needed it, just expect snark, insults, and otherwise harsh comments about how much of a moron you are to be tossed in your direction. Especially if you do something stupid.
History (Pre-Mortem):
In her previous life, Neix had just recently graduated college. Engineering grad, with a hobby of practicing martial arts in her spare time some weekends. Oh, and nerd through and through, she died on her way home from a farewell DnD party from her group of college friends. How? Well, she decided to take a shortcut through a construction zone because at 24 that was still a totally acceptable thing to do. Just one last little bout of delinquency before officially growing up, as they say.
Well, it was a rather windy day, and well, there was an accident as some bolts holding some metal beams in place failed.
Appearance:
Standing at just barely three feet tall, Neix isn't exactly all that impressive to look at. She has a dark, somewhat sickly green colored hide with spines growing out of the top of her head. Sharp claws on her hands and feet make for good, if not very effective natural weapons.
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47,673 | 1,293 | 42 | 714 | 3,231 | As Simba ran across the battlefield he noticed that a small girl with spiderlegs was falling behind the others, figuring that she would't be too tough if she proved aggressive he decided to use her as an in to the group. As he and his companion came closer he noticed the spidergirl didn't look too good which wasn't surprising all things considered.
"Excuse me, are you all right?" That question should at least indicate that the two felines weren't planning to harm the spidergirl. Simba had some idea how she felt, even he was surprised how well he handled things after the initial shock of finding out he had become a large cat. | Name: Simba
Race: Kneazle
Race Abilities: Besides the normal abilities any overly large housecat has, Kneazles can tell if a person/monster is trustworthy.
Gender: Male
Personality: Generally Simba prefers lazing around compared to working, however convince him that something is actually important and he will help you out. Because of how he died he suffers from a minor form of Aquaphobia. Despite his flaws though he is generally a nice guy.
History (Pre-Mortem): Before dying Simba was the only child in a family of nature lovers. Every year he and his parents would go on a camping trip, something which he kinda enjoyed. While on one of those trips the human Simba went swimming and due to getting his leg stuck drowned.
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47,674 | 1,293 | 43 | 1,449 | 5,930 | Mox threw his arms up at the petty argument between the Drider and Neix. "Always drama! Won't get a thing done 'ere!" He complained. No one could just get along to get something done, looks like it will be the same in this place too. What did catch his attention was a dog looking creature, who seemed content to leave, avoiding something. Mox walked forward towards the light, a foul smell seemingly getting closer. He looked down to see a pile of dead bodies, it was a complete massacre... or worse. Mox retched as the strong smell invaded his nostrils and the . He seemed some gross things, but this was... definitely something else. Others had the right idea of following the light to the exit of the cave, and that dog even had the smart sense to go around the shitshow of death. Mox followed suit after the dog had gone around. Mox very carefully navigated around the dead bodies, and then made his way to the cave mouth.
The sight was a stark contrast to what was inside. Sun and a surprisingly beautiful meadow. The dog had ran off ahead of everyone else, so Mox had to try and catch up. He figured how where the creature was going and moved to that place, in some tall grass. Turned out this thing wasn't actually a dog, but some sort of dog/reptile hybrid thing. Thing looked like a dinosaur or some shit. However, it was kind of cute, in an odd way. Mox crouched down and held his hand out to the thing. "Hey you... you're freaky lookin'." He commented, trying to get the thing to come over to him. For all he knew, this thing was a dog and Mox treated it as such. "I'm not gonna hurt ya. Got a name? Ehh, I don't even know if you speak..."
Captivated as she was by the gorgeous surface of the lake, particularly since it took her mind off of the disturbing gorefest that continued to trouble her, Otsune jumped in surprise when a voice appeared from behind her. Her alarm quickly gave way to irritation, however, as the green goblin that startled her treated her with an insult and then condescension. To the best of its ability her face embodied this feeling. "You're one to talk. A little bigger and your nose would be the size of my head. At least you've got a whole area code to yourself when you sneeze." It did not take a genius to figure out that her remarks were not intended good-naturedly. However, she seemed to realize her harshness, and opted to be the bigger monster. She did not move from where she sat, though. "I'm Otsune, and I'm not afraid of you. If I remember correctly, crocodiles can crush bones like breaking toothpicks." In truth, she did not give too much thought to the feelings of this weird creature. This whole thing, she knew for certain now, constituted nothing more than a dream. She anticipated it to be exciting and interesting, but a dream nonetheless, unreal and bound to end. Then, she felt, she would truly pass on. Silence fell, more threatening than she meant given her last statement, but she felt no urge to fill it with speech.
"It's really that big, huh?" Mox said, putting his hand on his nose. Yeah... it was big. Mox noticed this things words, and now knowing it could talk, and now knowing it didn't like him. Mox merely sat cross legged in front of her, "Otsune, huh? Alright, I'm Mox." The goblin said, introducing himself. "Hehe, I can tell you got a strong jaw. No, I'm not trying to scare you. Also, I thought you were a dog. Sorry 'bout that." He said. No need to make enemies just yet, that lizard girl and spider girl already had that taken care of. "I don't suppose you got any idea what the hell all this is about?" Mox asked, leaning forward a bit, resting his head into his hands.
Had she shoulders with which to do so, Otsune would have shrugged. Mox's rudeness didn't really ruffle her feathers all that much, and he seemed apologetic enough to make the whole thing a non-issue. He didn't hesitate to cut straight to the center of the issue, however, and ask a question that still troubled Otsune as well: what was going on? Suffice to say, the snapjaw had no clue. As best she could ascertain, this entire, bizarre world constituted some sort of dream given to her in the moments between the end of her life and the beginning of her death. This answer would not, she felt, either help inform Mox or please him -what with telling him that she thought him nothing more than a figment of her imagination and all- so she kept it to herself.
Instead, Otsune replied, "I think that everyone died before coming here. Ever heard of reincarnation? Guess it's like that." She looked at the water, thinking it to be beautiful and peaceful. Swimming seemed like an appealing and suitable course of action, but her suspicions kept her out of the water. "I think this is a dangerous world," she confessed. "We must have been given these forms to give us a fighting chance for survival. We had best be careful, hm?"
Mox nodded. "I remember dying... Never thought all that hocus pocus shit was real, though." He replied. Mox had to agree with Otsune, this place didn't feel safe. Not from the hellscape that was the cave. However, this... this was all right. However, if they didn't find resources like food, water, or a weapon, then that fighting chance would be slimming very quickly. "It's not what our forms are, it's what we can do with them. We should get moving..." He explained. Maybe teaming up wouldn't be such a bad idea, at least until he could figure out a plan on how he's gonna make it in this world. Until then, it's safety in numbers. "Why don't we work together? I mean, we got skills we can help each other out with."
The suggestion of working together didn't stimulate Otsune one way or the other, but the more she ruminated on the idea, the more she came to think that cooperation might be a good idea. Be it the result of a social or animalistic instinct, she knew that the odds of survival would rise with cooperation. This Mox didn't seem to harbor ill intent; if anything, he seemed a little dull. A few seconds passed before the snapjaw told him, "Sounds like a good idea. The only skills I seem to have so far are endurance and biting, but who knows? Perhaps we're the A-team and we just didn't know it."
She stood up, twisting from side to side to stretch her muscles. Despite her readiness for action, no definite plan lay before her. "Any idea what to do, then? There's plenty of water here, though a stream might be nicer to drink out of. Food and shelter are next on the list." The rather unpleasant thought of having to hunt, kill, and eat prey crossed her mind, but she pushed it away, reasoning that there might be some sort of alternative.
Mox rested his head in his hand in thought. Well, Otsune seemed to know what she was doing. The water would be a fine, temporary resource. However, ain't no way in Earth... or wherever this is, that Mox was sleeping under the stars and going hungry. An idea crossed his mind. "This is some fantasy, medieval place... right? They still had towns and shit, what if we looked for one?" He asked. Mox's idea consisted of finding something that sells food, and wouldn't mind one or two things missing. Might be a good place to pick up a weapon. Now, Otsune... she had nature's weapons. Mox didn't have much that could help him in a fight with something, should one come. Scavenging for stuff in civilization didn't seem like half a bad idea.
"Might as well try, though I don't know if we should be eager to get near humans." Otsune remembered the others. Chances were that anyone with a grain of sense would be willing to join her little group, and having more bodies and talents would make survival incrementally easier. "Before we do any searching, what do you say we head back and try to get others to join us?" In fact, she was already walking back in the direction she had come as she asked. Evidently she took his agreement for granted. The reasoning behind the idea, she thought, really spoke for itself: safety in numbers, and more hands -or jaws- to work outweighed more mouths to feed. In the back of her mind Otsune knew that individuals like the spider girl might actually detriment such a group, but the snapjaw decided that she really couldn't blame a person in this situation for getting so unnerved. When she still lived, Otsune never had children, but she still felt as if she could look out for others in some capacity.
When she set off, Mox was not far behind, and in short order she arrived back at the cave mouth. By now, little monsters surrounded it. None of them seemed to have the same impetus to disperse that Otsune felt. Normally, the snapjaw would have hated to be the one to speak up and take charge of a situation, but the best chances for survival and figuring this ordeal out lay in teamwork, and nobody else appeared eager to form a plan. Standing as straight as she could, Otsune called, "Hel...hello. Before I continue, I want to say, I have no idea what's going on. On the inside, I'm confused and a little scared, but like it or not this is what we're stuck with now." She took a moment to look at Jeff, Simba, Khari, and Ariana in turn, hoping to make herself seem more personable despite her bestial form. Public speaking still unnerved her, even after this? "I've got a hun...hunch that this is a dangerous place. Mox and I have agreed to stick together to better our chances, and I'd like to extend all of you the same invitation. Not as a leader...but as a...um, comrade." She then sat down, trying to look friendly. | Name: Otsune
Race: Snapjaw (AKA Bayou Hound)
Race Abilities: Snapjaws have high endurance, able to run at a decent speed over land or swim for sustained periods of time. They have extremely powerful jaws despite their size, and can crush bones should one get a good purchase. Sadly, they can’t do much else. Snapjaws are most at home in warm, moist environments
Gender: Female
Personality: In the previous world, Otsune was compassionate, quiet, poetic, clever, thankful, considerate, gracious, and highly spiritual. Given a new lease on life in this place, however, her natural, real-life traits are commonly masked her new sense of self.
Otsune is energetic, outgoing, willful, ready to hurt and kill if need be, and greatly assertive. She is a huntress who prefers to act rather than think, a thrill-seeker and competitor. When fighting, she shows a merciless and savage side, perhaps imagining her enemies to embody all the immorality that her spirit strove against before. With her fellow monsters, nothing pleases her more than to mock, irritate, enrage, and humiliate. All of this, however, doesn't so much mask her previous self as it does filter to the top of it. Otsune still doesn't talk much, preferring to embarrass and annoy via gesture, traps, counters, turning foes' strength against them, and the like. She will never steal and won't often lie, and those that do not deserve to be hurt will not only be spared, but receive her protection. She never takes a blessing for granted, and always appreciates help and camaraderie. If the situation calls for wits, her keen intellect will bubble to the surface. At her core, she strives to act with the sort of grace and professionalism she thinks befits someone serving God.
History (Pre-Mortem): No amount of hard work, love, or previous fortune can prevent an ordinary woman, working alongside her husband in religious ministries, from dire misfortune. At the age of 26, Otsune found herself afflicted with a fast-working cancer. For a while, the spiritual woman wondered why God might allow such a thing to happen despite the blamelessness with which she lived her life, but ultimately, she did not lose her faith. Gradually, she embraced her coming death, and with the time she had left found more meaning and love in her life than ever before.
Nevertheless, when her husband found out that a place of healing in a far-off land might be able to save her, the two journeyed across towns, hills, and plains to see if God might provide for her after all. After her arrival at the hospital, Otsune underwent conventional treatment, but nothing availed her. Saddened but unbroken, Otsune bid a tearful but smiling farewell to her grief-stricken husband, and lay down for one last procedure -a blood transfusion- before the world went dark.
Appearance: About a foot tall and three feet long, snapjaws are amalgamations of dog and crocodile, with both scales and fur. The most prominent reptilian characteristics are the tail, head, eyes, and lower legs, while the rest is mostly dog. They come in a variety of colors and subspecies, but Otsune is light brown with cream-colored scruff and chocolate-colored patches on her back.
Other: I have something really cool in mind for an evolution, but it’s pretty strong. I think that having Otsune be the late bloomer would probably be the best way to accomplish that. Of course, I could introduce a middling form, without a picture to help things along. |
47,675 | 1,293 | 44 | 1,448 | 3,925 | I had to try to get the drider through the scary place slowly, as she was, obviously, scared of the corpses. "Alright... a few steps at a time, please... it's okay, we just shouldn't linger," I said to her as I crept through the area. I had to be the voice of reason and progress here, but, I was honestly almost as disturbed as she was, at this point... though, as much as I wanted to just freeze up, I was more worried about what did this, and what might come back. We finally made it, with me waiting for her to catch up to me before finally making it to the mouth of the cave... where a familiar goblin and dogodile stood, this time proposing that we team up. "Sounds great! More hands to help with work, and more people to help in any future combat. Consider me 'in', Ostune and Mox," I then remembered that she said something about being a comrade, rather than a leader, and I added "Well, my sense of direction's horrible, heck, I got lost, and walked three miles... in the OPPOSITE direction from my home, when the directions were as simple as 'walk to Street A, turn left, so... lead the way, comrade," I chuckled, a little bit, and looked back at the drider who most likely followed me here, and I remembered that I didn't exactly ask for her input... whoops... "Erm... miss Ariana, would you be okay with joining them, as well? I mean, they seem trustworthy enough, right?" granted, one of them was a goblin, and one of them was a dogodile, but, then again, I was a kobold, and Ariana, herself was a drider... a dark elf mixed with a spider... so, we might as well call it 'even' on that front, at least. | Name: Jeff
Race: Plain Kobold
Race Abilities: Plain kobolds are typically found in the plains-type areas surrounding human cities, towns, and such... as such, they are hunted down by practically every and any starting adventurer. They've also tried to mimic the way humans forge their weapons, and build their cities, but... their short life expectancy coupled with their comparatively weak bodies usually means that these weapons, if they ever get made, are of rather poor quality. These kobolds are also called 'Plains Kobolds', 'Average Kobolds', and just 'Kobolds', in comparison to, say, their mountainous cousins who are always called 'Mountain Kobolds'.
Jack Of All Stats: Plain kobolds are, well, plain. They're not particularly defensive, offensive, speedy, magical, or anything, really. While this makes them more adaptable than most monsters, this also has the problem of them just flat-out being mediocre, even by monster standards.
Claws: Much like the other kobolds, plain kobolds also possess claws, however, pretty much any weapon is preferable in almost any combat situation... they're usually only used when no weapon is available, and running isn't an option.
Natural Carpenters: One thing they ARE good at is building simple shelters that at least somewhat resemble human structures. Said structures aren't usually built to last, however, are always built with the kobold's (small) size in consideration, and are also always built out of wood.
Fire Spell: Plain kobolds have the ability to cast a weak fire ball spell. Said fire spell is more useful in making campfires than it is in combat, though, it does, at least give them an option to use whatever little magic they actually have.
Gender: Male
Personality:
He's usually fairly friendly, and somewhat talkative, and he can take quite a bit of mental and emotional abuse, however, if you happen to cross the line one too many times, he will go ABSOLUTELY BERSERK. He's done this a few times in the past, which made him one of the few nerds that bullies stayed away from during his earlier school years. Let's not forget, though, he's still a nerd, specifically, a gamer nerd, though, he was also into D&D for a while before he died.
History (Pre-Mortem):
He lived a fairly boring life, and heck, even his death isn't much to talk about. It was the last day of his classes, and he was getting at least 'B's in everything, he was just a few steps closer to getting that degree, and MAYBE doing something with it, and it was midnight, just about the time when he'd usually fall asleep. This time, however, someone broke through his apartment door, not a difficult task, given that it's just made out of cheap wood, and the intruder came with a gun. What he hoped to gain from this student living off of Top Ramen, and cheapo-brand hot dogs, the world will never know. Jeff made the stupid mistake of moving, and worse, bringing his fists to a gun fight. The empty cardboard boxes that were stacked up to his left fell down the moment he moved, revealing him to the intruder, who only had to shoot once... right through the heart. Whether or not the murderer got away, and whether or not he shot more times, will remain unknown, given that the first shot killed Jeff, and now, here we are.
Appearance (Text or image, whatever works):
Standing at about two and a half feet tall, now, he's... easily punted by even some of the weaker human wizards, unfortunately. His tail is oddly long for his kind, as is his snout for some unknown reason. He has greyish blue scales, green eyes, and black claws. He also seems to be wearing some dusty, torn up leather armor for some odd reason, though, he still lacks a weapon of any kind.
Other: Nothing, really. I'd prefer if I kept this character sort of kobold like, in that he'd be a reptilian almost humanoid, I just don't want him turning into, say, an ogre, or something, though I wouldn't mind him becoming a dragon... if that's even remotely possible. This was the shortest app I've ever made... odd. |
47,676 | 1,294 | 0 | 1,787 | 2,152 | Saburo Uchiha, “Kimyōna”
Saburo had been trailing through the woods nearby Konohagakure for days now. Well, 'nearby' was to be taken lightly. He'd been trailing through the entire Konohagakure territory for days now, and currently the territory was quite expansive given they had taken upon themselves the protection and guarding of some small civilian villages nearby as well.
But that was not quite the reason why he was there. His 11th corps outfit would quickly give away who had sent him there, namely Fujitora Choko, eleventh corps royal commander. Or perhaps one of his highness' underlings, which was more likely given that Fujitora Choko was likely busy with more pressing matters, such as consuming vast amounts of cigars. That's as much as Saburo had seen, anyway. Never the less Fujitora was an able commander, and even if he wasn't, the 11th indoctrination would make sure the agents thought he was anyway.
With a soft thud and some kicked up dust, Saburo landed in the middle of the dirt road he was above just seconds earlier. He was alone out here, doing the 11th's bidding as always. No backup, no comrades, just him. And that's how he liked it, honestly. His hand swept over a track he had seen, trying to discern who it was from. Seemed like the footprint of a shinobi sandal, except.. there were strange printings within, one that pointed at armor, perhaps. The print was also deep, deeper than usual. The person was either very heavy, or carrying something heavy. Again, pointing at armor. Strangely, that fit the description of one person Saburo was meant to look out for.
And within an instance, no, barely even that, he felt a strange feeling overcoming him. He quickly rose to his feet and grabbed Madara's gunbai from his back, standing at the ready. This wasn't right, what was that sudden pressure he felt pressing on his senses? This chakra, so strong.. it felt familiar, too, at the same time. Had he met this person before? Could it truly be? If so, well.. he was under oath to make a solid judgement on whether to take down this person or not, but truly, in this moment, it was not about doing your job, it was going to be about survival if it came to that.
For a moment, silence ruled in Saburo's mind, as he tried to discern the location of this person. The sheer amount of chakra in the area made this nearly impossible, even when he activated his two Sharingan. This would actually only make it harder for him, as he felt his eyes started to hurt from simply seeing so much chakra. It was, in a sense, 'overloading' his eyes. But then it seemed the chakra all dissapeared at once, as if it was sucked away in a vacuum motion. And in that moment, Saburo could also, briefly, locate the person. He quickly turned his face towards the location, only to be met with two snow-white eyes staring at him. “Ku..” he said, remembering this persons name all too well, but before anything else could happen, or the name could leave his mouth, the person vanished in a gust of leaves. It seemed the meeting was destined to end fairly swiftly, as Saburo noticed at the same time two Konohagakure patrolsmen coming in in the distance. They seemed to have not noticed anything nearby, which only raised Saburo's suspicions.
He greeted the two patrolsmen and quickly turned around and went to return to Konoha. This meeting had to be documented and Fujitora Choko, the royal commander, had to be informed straight away. He moved as fast as his legs would carry him, which was quite fast, even for shinobi standards. But he knew, in the back of his mind, that any report he could bring out would always be too late given the power and influence of this person he'd been trailing. Sometimes he wondered why Fujitora even ordered him to patrol these areas for this armored person.
Kirigakure has been widely known throughout the centuries as being a wildcard in regards to the current system of peace brought since the 4th Shinobi War. Many people were still stuck with the mentality of a paranoid warrior, sure that one day they'd regret abandoning their sacrifice of general ethics to promote their military strength. Slowly but surely, it became more of a stereotype than anything, but the world knew a certain bloodlust remained innate in the minds of these people.
The 17th Mizukage, Yoru Tenchi, was the one responsible for igniting their fear inducing flame that reflected perfectly well the ideas of the past. Or at least that's how other nations wanted people to see it. Yoru Tenchi's dream was far from the war mongering behavior of the Yagura reign and never preached a return of the Bloody Mist. Superior armament of Kirigakure and by extension the Water Nation were the primary goals of the reputated Kage. He did not wish to have his people weakened by remaining in a vegetative state, he knew perfectly well this corrupt peace that enabled other issues would one day pop.
Surprisingly, a large part of the population disregarded various slander of his image and agreed with most of his points, especially with the idea of cleansing the streets of Kirigakure. Unfortunately he'd be involved in an 'accident' in a serious mission he was in the obligation to take part in. Many believe he was disposed of by the higher ups as he put their reign in peril over revolutionizing ideals that became immune to public humiliation. It was the first step to the people's complete lack of trust toward the government and would only rise in time.
Today the 19th Mizukage, Hariyama Kakuma, faces a threat that was almost prophecized by his predecessor. Konoha had finally shattered the fragile stability it held dearly with Zeno Hakarasu, giving hope to those wanting change in their nation. Hope under the form of fear of the outside world, of course. Ayame Choko's speech could only be discribed as belligerent by the frightened, foreign masses. On that very same day, protests demanding a complete reform of the political model they living under littered the streets with mobs and thieves taking advantage of the situation.
Ever since that day, when protests happened, the streets were empty and calm. Not the kind of calmth that was enjoyable, either, no, it was the calmth that perfectly described the situation in Kirigakure. Things were about to explode, it was noticeable in every single vein of your body if you found yourself in Kirigakure. And while there was initially a large follow up to initial protests in the form of even more protests, slowly that waned too. People were desperate and their protests didn't seem to get the message across.
Powerful figures started rising in the movements, and while the movements remained fractured, they formed a single front to combat the Kirigakure government politically. But like all protests that prove to go unheard.. the next step was logical. And given Kirigakure's unstable past, it was the only step available for them. Minor incidents seemed to happen, first it was a beating up of a Kirigakure shinobi. Soon after, that very same shinobi was found in the hospital by an angry mob, and chased. Luckily for that shinobi he made it out of the hospital and was rescued by his peers, but it set the tone for the rest of the conflict.
Small incidents, the Mizukage said. This wouldn't happen again, he claimed. He tripled security on government buildings, a testimony to how he didn't believe in even his own words. Politics, and feelings, they were two seperate things and it was noticeable in every decision the Mizukage made. It didn't take long before the very first unified front was created, not for politics, but for revolt. Some shinobi even switched side, giving the rebels a powerful arsenal of both military weaponry and skilled shinobi.
The incidents remained small, or a time being of course. Incidents like these often have the tendency to take extremer forms rapidly. It was then that a large attack took place. The target was a government office that was used to meet with foreign dignitaries, which was ultimately a useless target if it hadn't been for the fact that the location was also used to deal with underground bosses, corrupt officials and large bussiness owners. The building was blown up, whether this done through a bomb or a jutsu has never been found out, because the site became inaccesible right away. The attack was followed by a large scale riot, lead by several high profile figures in the rebellious scene. They were all wearing armbands in different colours, to showcase which faction they were part of, but they were all fighting as one unit. Kirigakure reacted quickly and smit down the opposition with an iron fist, but the die had been cast. The rebellion had begun, and there was no stopping it now unless Kirigakure eradicated all the rebels.
It would only be a few days after the major incident hitting Kirigakure that current Hokage Ayame Choko had taken the decision to react along with her brother and associate, Fujitora. The real reasons behind this choice remained unclear, whether it was the intervention of Kiri officials or simply out of interest, the justifications given to the soldiers sent to offer support to the rebel cause would mostly incriminate the Mist Government for their inability to cater to their population. Multiple comparisons were made to the previous corrupt state of Konoha, seemingly enough to motivate those who followed Ayame since her rise to the throne. Others simply followed orders while a minority saw other opportunities in this. Needless to say, the rebel cause was now Konoha's cause until further notice and that's all they had to know.
Oppositely, many neightboring nations, including the larger ones, have gathered to discuss the stability of peace in the world as it is. It was clear that if Kirigakure would fall to the same sickness as Konoha, there would be monumental consequences to the world the five great nations had built to maintain social harmony. By fear of causing a major war, the allocation of armed forces was limited to the Kiri government side, 'neutral' help to insure a certain control over the situation until communication could be established. Foreign masses see this as something hopeful, but the wiser elites are understandably cynical. | Base character sheet below.
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【Full Name】
Character name
【Alias】
Nicknames and/or callsigns
【Age】
14+
【Sex】
Male/female/?
【Sexuality】
Self explanatory
【Birthplace】
Can be any village, canon preferably.
【Bloodline】
What bloodline is your character from?
【Rank】
Chūnin, unless permission was given for something else
Psych. report.
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【Personality】
How would your character behave? Ticks, behaviour in positive situations, neutral situations or negative situations, behavior in emotional situations?
【History】
How does the characters history relate to personality? General history to be told here as well. Can be organised into childhood years (0 to 6), base school years (6 to 10-14, depending on graduation year) and highschool years (10-14 to 14-18).
【Family ties】
Describe shortly what type of family your character grew up in, how the ties were and how this influenced him. After that fill in form below, for all family members of importance, living or dead.
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【Dreams and fears】
What does your character dream of achieving, and what does he fear in life? What are his hopes? Imagine this being extracted by a shinobi, what would he see?
Combat reports.
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【Fighting style】
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【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】
Bloodline limit name:
'Sharingan' or 'Byakugan' or something fictional you made yourself.
Description:
Explain what the technique does, how it works and what the manifested kekkei genkai looks like both in use, and outside of use. For example, the sharingan in battle shows through tomoe in the eye. The byakugan manifests itself through white eyes. Not neccesarily limited to vision/eye based, such as the bone bloodline limit Kimimaro uses. Pretty obvious manifestations.
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Weaknesses:
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【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
Name no jutsu here.
B rank techniques:
Name no jutsu here.
C rank techniques:
Name no jutsu here.
D-E rank techniques:
Name no jutsu here.
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Be creative.
Rank:
If you'd have to rank this technique, what rank would it be? A, B, C, D or E?
Range:
At what range is this technique useful? You can measure this in 'long' 'medium' or 'short' but those are rather vague. If you want more depth, use a distance such as meters.
Description:
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【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
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Description:
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“Watashi wa Kami, I am God.”
Yamato generally dresses in a decently fashionable apparel. He likes to wear t-shirts or sweatshirts with a jacket of sorts over it. Under that he usually wears chino's of varying color, although that differs day to day. He really only has 2 pairs of shoes, a pair of black slip ins and a pair of white slip ins. Attached to his belt is a blue apron style cloth, with on it the motto of the Minamoru clan, 'We wish to remain what we are.' A rather cryptic motto, but it's meaning is generally understood in the Minamoru clan. Above the motto is the emblem of the clan, a set of black stags antlers. But enough about his clothes, as these obviously change every day.
Yamato is defined as a handsome boy, having a chiseled jawline and somewhat skinny-looking cheeks. His nose bridge is quite thin, although not as if it were a stripe. Contrary to most with a thin nosebridge, his nostrils are also thin. Besides that he has no specific bone structure related characteristics. His eyes are a deep dark green, but not so dark that they can be mistaken for a grey-black colour. In accordance with genetics they are slightly slanted. His hair is black and relatively short, and is usually slicked back with hairgel, and then held in place with a blue bandana tied behind his head.
Yamato's body is 'normal' in terms of muscle and fat. He has some obviously defined muscled due to the nature of their schooling, as a normal shinobi is expected to keep up with his athletic properties. His arms are skinny, meaning that the muscles there are by nature more defined. Without flexing you could most likely see the muscles regardless. The same goes for his legs. His chest is not very broad nor does it extend towards the front due to musclemass. Regardless he does have some definition there, although you probably wouldn't see it very often due to his clothes.
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【Full Name】
Yamato Minamoru
【Alias】
Young Master
【Age】
16
【Gender】
Male
【Birthplace】
Konohagakure
【Bloodline】
Minamoru, a politically and economically influential clan
【Rank】
Chūnin
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Yamato's fighting style revolves entirely around the attack, offensiveness and taking down an opponent with hard hitting blows. Defense is almost nonexistant in his style, as he barely needs it. He is extremely resilient, as mentioned before, and as such he can take a lot of hits of any kind without showing signs of pain. Besides that, he is also someone who never, ever gives up. As such he will keep getting up even if he knows he cannot win - an admirable trait to some and a sign of stupidity to others. Another aspect of his style is courage, in the form of never being frightened. He is going to be the first to jump into battle and he's going to do so with an aggression bound to shake hearts and silence voices.
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
B rank techniques:
Katon: Great Fire Destruction
C rank techniques:
Great Fireball Technique
D-E rank techniques:
* The basic jutsu
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Katon: Fists of a Tiger
Rank:
A
Range:
Very close range, as it is nintaijutsu.
Description:
The technique begins by creating a short series of seals ended by a Tiger seal. After this the user flicks his wrists and they are set ablaze. Not yet taking a shape the user must focus the chakra around this area for a short period, in the case of Yamato a second or two. After this is done the fire becomes hotter, akin to a bunsenburner in heat, and the fire will take the color blue as a result. The resulting heat is enough to roast skin even if it's not touching the fire, and enough to severely burn anyone that gets in direct contact with the flames, enough to cause third degree (yes, that hot) burns when you get directly hit by a punch of this technique. Anyone standing nearby Yamato will feel the heat emenating off of the boy, whether they are friend or foe, before he leaps into the battle. The fire takes the shape of a lions head, akin to the two guarding lions that stand outside most wealthy places or places of public interest.
The technique might also be used on the feet, although in that case the overall strength of the technique would be toned down because it would sap away chakra from the fists. In this case, the fists would still take form of a tiger, but the fire around the feet wouldn't.
Jutsu name:
Katon: Yaoku's Revenge
Rank:
A
Range:
Short to medium range
Description:
Yaoku's Revenge sets the user ablaze for a short time, appearing to others as an explosion. In reality it works as a distraction, while the user cocks his hand back which is then lit ablaze. The single hand will be heated up so much, that it overpowers even the Fists of a Tiger technique, heating up to the extent where it will be able to melt both skin, muscle and bone. The intensity of the technique requires so much chakra that it is pretty much a one shot option only. After the required heat is reached, a matter of seconds for a prodigy like Yamato, the user lunges forwards through the explosion he caused himself and launched his fist into the enemy, melting skin first, then fat and muscle, and finally bone before the hand cools down. If used effectively, and the hit connects, it will be a one shot kill on even the most brutal enemies. But it requires accuracy, something that is often lacking when an enemy is moving around, and also because the explosion caused by Yamato would obscure his vision. Besides that the large chakra cost means it's a last effort before he'd have to retreat from the fight, something that Yamato could obviously never do.
Jutsu name:
Katon: Fiery Bind
Rank:
B
Range:
10m in front of Yamato.
Description:
To be used in conjuction with the Yaoku's revenge technique, but useable on it's own too. This technique is not neccesarily a fighting technique, the sole technique in Yamato's arsenal that isn't focussed 100% on the offense. However it is used as a runner up to a very offensive move. After forming a boar and tiger seal, the user holds the tiger seal while a set of 2 fiery hands emerge from his back, quickly coming out at a rapid speed. These hands will head for the enemy almost instinctively, and grab the enemy by the arm. Once grabbed it will be virtually impossible to get out lest you have a teammate that is able to free you or you work out a genius way to break free. Because the hands are made of flames you will receive slight burning although the burns will not be harmful whatsoever, akin to a D rank fire jutsu if not less harmful. The true fear you should have.. is the follow up jutsu.
There is a slight reaction time between being grabbed and the start of the technique, around 1.5 seconds, but dodging will only end up causing the hands to chase you for a longer time. The only true escape is to get out of the 10 meter mark, but that will be hard with just 1.5 second to escape. It's possible for ninja's with above average jutsu, however. Another weakness, aside from it's length, is it's weakness to both water and earth defensive jutsu, such as the earthen walls or the water techniques that send out half an ocean. Using wind or fire against these hands is nearly useless, matter of fact it's counter productive because adding more fire to the arms will have no effect, while using wind based jutsu on them will fuel the flames, speeding them up even more. Electrical jutsu are useless, too, because electricity will go through the hands. An extraordinarily fast shinobi (read: faster than Yamato) will be able to dodge the hands initially and then attack quickly after if he times it right, because attacking Yamato and forcing him to release the tiger seal will stop the jutsu. However, if Yamato moves but still holds the seal, the jutsu will continue.
Jutsu name:
Fuuton: Augmented Fists of the Fire-tiger
Rank:
B
Range:
N/A
Description:
Technically not a technique on it's own, but still classified as one, the user will not have to form any seals, instead he simply has to augment fuuton chakra in his fists and release it into his fists of the tiger jutsu. Due to Fuuton acting as 'fuel' (fuel for fire is oxygen, a source and burnable material) the fire will begin to burn even hotter, turning the fire blue and causing the area it's used in to appear 'darker' or closer to nightfall. This is due to the bright source of light making the environments appear darker than they really are simply because of the contrast or difference in lightsources. Even on a blue sky, clear lit day it will appear as if it were 00:00 midnight. The fists of the Fire-tiger will burn so hot, the radius at which the heat can be felt greatly expands and even those standing close to Yamato during the usage of this will feel uncomfortably warm, and if they stay near long enough, might begin getting a serious sunburn. The main effect also increases, still holding onto the 3rd degree burns upon connecting a hit, but adding in the additional fuuton element of a highly increased knockback, too. You will go flying most definetely when you get hit by this augmented technique, sending lighter opponents up to 100m away and heavy, fat opponents at a weight of 200kg about 30 meters.
There is no real weakness to this technique, as it's not really a technique to begin with but more so an augmentation or reinforcement of another. As such, weaknesses of the Fists of the Tiger still exist, such as suiton jutsu or defensive doton jutsu. Even so, the usage of this extra fuuton jutsu will allow the user to simply brute-force his way past many of these jutsu anyway, most notably doton. Suiton will always be a problem for fire users and this technique is no exception.
Jutsu name:
Katon: Remain as we are
Rank:
B
Range:
5 meter
Description:
This technique is a secret trump card held in high regard by the Minamoru clan. Not many outside of the clan know of it, because it's a rather rough technique on both the victim and the user. The users can begin this technique by forming the Tiger seal, after which it cannot be stopped anymore. The user envelops themself in flames, starting out akin to any other fire technique and indistinguishable at this time, looking rather harmless. However this all leads to an explosion. An explosion of the user itself into fiery death. In essence it's a fiery suicide technique that will blow up the user plus anything within 1.5m of the technique, and will damage anything up to 5m around the technique. The bad side? If you use this technique you die.
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Yamato is a bright young man, widely regarded in Konohagakure as a prodigy of attack. This is seen in his psyche as well, as the boy has shown aggressive and violent tendencies from time. Some would call it a short fuse.. and others call it being a thug in the making. Regardless of which is true, the boy also has shown impeccable resilience, stead fastiness and a healthy dose of respect for tradition. Rumour within the Minamoru clan has said this is due to the amount of training that got instilled into him at an early age, and that he instills into himself daily even still. The boy also hates kekkei genkai for one reason or another, a sentiment shared by the entire clan, and some radicals even go so far as to wish those with a kekkei genkai dead.
Yamato is a good student, and gets very good grades compared to those in the same years as him. He has shown a talent for, how could it be anything else, taijutsu and nintaijutsu, focussing especially on the offensive. This goes well with his aggressive nature and he is known to be able to take down opponents in a matter of seconds, although his defense is less than average. Despite attempts to convince him, his resilience has proven that fruitless. Then again, the boy is a prodigy and nobody has been able to prove that the boy might need a defense as well. This has affected his personality in a more or less negative way, although that is open to interpretation. The boy is somewhat arrogant, and while he wouldn't boast about his skills, he is fully aware of his status as a prodigy. This has given him the idea that he is above everyone else, and he has remained to keep this idea as he's been unhindered by anyone who could prove him wrong.
【History】
Yamato's childhood years were essentially a calmth before the storm. He spent his first four years as most children his age did - calmly in the arms of his mother, and playing outside. Then at the age of four, his father decided that it was time for him to become ready. Determined to make the clan greater than it already was, he hired a teacher who was to teach Yamato the basics about being a shinobi. No, he didn't learn any techniques, but learnt the mental side of shinobi's, namely rules, history and things you needed to know. This affected his school career indirectly as he had more background knowledge than most when he entered base school. During his time at base school he had interest in making friends and preferred to learn techniques, practice taijutsu or throwing and fighting with kunai and shuriken. He often sparred with others, showing of his tenacious and aggressive nature in these matches. He often ended up fighting kids that were bigger and older, beginning to make a name for himself. He became a genin at the age of 12 like most others and went on to attend the high school to become a chunin.
During high school years he maintained a very steady level of training, to maintain his position within the clan which had grown by now. He became, more or less, the pride of his clan and family, and went unrivaled within the clan. In highschool he maintained a same degree of authority, although there were those that had problems with it, he found that he barely had any problems maintaining his position as the people that objected were often not even close to his level of mastery. Although this makes him sound like a hard ass, all he wanted was for people to more or less leave him alone. The only people he could really get along with in a semi-friendly way was his former genin team, which was still centralized for the most part.
As for the hatred of people with kekkei genkai, it stems from the preconceived notion that people with kekkei genkai seem to think themselves special, untouchable or even godlike, and when you pair that with historical events focussing around kekkei genkai and being mostly negative, it results in a hatred that is widespread amongst this clan, which has seen it's fair share of bad luck to do with kekkei genkai during the centuries. Besides that Yamato is of the opinion that he could beat a kekkei genkai easily through strength and a superior will to work for something.
【Family ties】
Yamatos family was rather normal, if you keep in mind that he grew up with a family that was not only his father and mother but also included close relatives of those people. Given that his father is the clan head, he has always felt like the entire clan was his family, and not just his father and mother. As such he always felt a great drive to do well, for the honor of the clan. Furthermore the birth of his younger sister when he was 2 added to his drive as he was under the pretense that he'd get to, or even have to, teach her.
Reijo Minamoru | Father | 42, Konohagakure, although often away on bussiness, politician and economist, it's said he has a pair of mistresses in any city.
Mika Minamoru | Mother | 36, Konohagakure, restaurant owner and part time mother, she is a hard worker who never complains. Atleast she likes to think so.
Rei Minamoru | Sister | 14, Konohagakure, student at the highschool, 2nd year. Popular girl, but unlike Yamato she finds practicing boring and she'd rather spend her time away from home with friends.
【Dreams and fears】
Yamato secretly dreams of a world where there are no kekkei genkai as this would, in his eyes, greatly reduce conflict. Furthermore he dreams of making the Minamoru clan even greater than his father did, to outdo him in something that his father was already very good at. As for fears, Yamato fears causing death and dishonor to the clan, which goes without saying. Besides that he also fears losing respect from the clan and, to a lesser degree, to his classmates.
“Quit lazyin' about and get to work!”
Mika is a beautiful young lady, providing yet another sharp contrast within the Minamoru when you compare her against Reijo, the father. She has beautiful fair skin and a lovely blonde hair colour, that glistens in the sun when it shines on it.
Her dress style accentuates her body, which has curves in the right places. Her hourglass figure shines through especially well since she wears tight fitting tanktops and flowery skirts underneath - although this accentuation is more by accident than by choice.
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【Full Name】
Mika Minamoru
【Alias】
“Misses Minamoru” to employees, Mimi to close friends
【Age】
36
【Sex】
Female
【Sexuality】
Bisexual, although she's technically married.
【Birthplace】
Konohagakure
【Bloodline】
Shozen
【Rank】
Restaurant manager
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Mika can be a very friendly lady, although a bit stern when she's busy managing the restaurant. Employees will need to quickly adjust to her ordering people around if they work for her. She doesn't allow complaining because after all she's paying you a fair wage. Or atleast, she likes to think she does - the unfair competition level in the area (basically none) allows her to pay whatever she wants essentially.
Towards her children she's very friendly, as long as Yamato's at home. At work, he's just another employee. Rei is her special darling who she treats very well, always kind and caring, asking about her day and giving her some extra pocket money. She's learned long ago that Yamato isn't interested in the small talk that Mika herself absolutely loves, so she's stopped asking him about his day and only talks about serious matters with him such as clan affairs and other such trivialities.
【History】
Mika wasn't exactly born into this life, as she was just another middle class kid in a middle class neighbourhood. As she grew older she started going out with friends and this is where she met Reijo - a tough, streetsmarts man that seemed to get attention from everyone. Not knowing who she was she ignored him at first, which only made him more dedicated to getting her. After all he was used to being served at his own leisure, getting what he wanted. And what he couldn't get was exactly what he wanted. For some time he chased her, buying her gifts and such before she gave in and they got married. For a year they were happily married and they produced a child together that they named Yamato. Unknown to them Yamato was destined to great things. For some time after that she was still 'his prize' that he loved dearly but he slowly lost interest as the Yakuza lifestyle is a fast one and he got attention from other girls that he liked better.
Mika was left, married and unable to divorce because it'd tear the family apart. By then Reihana had been born as well and she poured the love that she had had for her husband Reijo into her new child Reihana. Reijo didn't seem to care much and Mika had a pleasant life with all her stuffs paid for - Reijo maybe didn't love her like he used to, he did still care about her and his family so he spent money on them as if they were the most important thing in the world. Ever since then she's just been a mother of 2, a wife by force and a restaurant owner because she needed to do something with her spare time after Rei and Yamato were both old enough to take care of themselves.
“Oh, this suit? The Shadow Clothier of Sunagakure made it using his special jutsu. It's nothing.”
For his age, Reijo looks relatively young. This can be explained through the illicit black market trade in Senju DNA. Not just any DNA mind you, DNA that is said to be of Hashirama himself, and that was genetically engineered to sustain life. While it isn't proven to make you immortal, or even make your life longer by even a year (there's a lot of fake DNA going around) it does help make you look younger. For that reason a lot of.. ladies of satin sheets.. invest in it using two years worth of wages to look younger.
Being rich, Reijo has also been able to afford it. As such he looks younger, much much younger, than his actual age. Reijo wears a lot of suits given his position in bussiness, politics and his underworld criminal career. Besides, suits look good on him, you can't deny that. The man is a scumbag but he's a good looking scumbag.
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【Full Name】
Reijo Minamoru
【Alias】
“Mr. Minamoru” for bussiness contacts, “Mr. White Lily” for Yakuza underlings.
【Age】
42
【Sex】
Male
【Sexuality】
Heterosexual, as proven by the many affairs he has.
【Birthplace】
Konohagakure
【Bloodline】
Minamoru
【Rank】
Director of Minamoru Enterprises, spokesman for the Financial Interest group political movement and head of the local, large scale operating White Lilies Yakuza group.
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Reijo is a man that believes that big fish eat small fish - he takes all the chances he gets whenever he is presented an opportunity to make money or start a new bussiness that can make money for him - he's long since stopped being directly involved to stop the Konohagakure Police from tracing the illegal activities all the way back to him, ensuring there are ringleaders, underbosses and fake bosses under him that would catch the blame if anyone is caught. And anyone knows.. if you cross mr. White Lily you'll find a white lily on your pillow, which will turn red afterwards, and not through alchemy but using your blood. Sort of like finding a horse head on your bed - although that's much too bloody and way too much work.
He can be compassionate and friendly even when dealing with the opposite sex, but is very territorial and aggressive when dealing with the same sex as him - men will often face a different treatment. This has been passed onto Yamato, although Yamato doesn't make a big difference between whether or not someone is a woman or not.
【History】
Reijo comes from a long line of Minamoru criminal masterminds that have carved out an empire for him - he merely perfected it and tripled the clan income, taking down 2 other Yakuza clans in the village in the mean time and assimilating them. Not to say that they are the most powerful nowadays - there are still many other Yakuza groups and clans in the village that the White Lilies simply can't take down. But Reijo's respect for tradition and the like have prevented him from attacking them - they operate with a peace mandate that is only to be broken when someone acts outside of their turfs.
As he rose to power one of the first things he did was end a long lasting feud with the Red Crows, a group headed by an Uchiha who claims to be a descendant from Itachi himself, a bold claim that is false according to most but they're a powerful faction. As a result of this peace he was allowed to build up a power base, raising the income and recruiting many of the ronin who had escaped the samurai castles that were closing themselves off of foreign influences for fear of technology. These ronin proved to be useful when the Red Crows attacked again, betraying the White Lilies and attacking them right at the heart - the White Lily compound in Smalltown. The ronin were barely recruited for a week when they were forced to fight these enemies, who hadn't anticipated swordmen with chakra capabilities - needless to say they all died and Reijo assimilated the Red Crows. The rest is history!
【Clan Name】
Minamoru-shi
【Customs】
The Minamoru used to be very traditional, and they still are, holding onto values of old. Although as every other clan they have to grow with the times, and as such many customs have become merely symbolical and don't actually hold much significance. These customs are almost always on par with that of the other clans, since the clan is not much different from the others.
【Special Traits】
Specific traits inherited by being part of the clan. This can be Kekkei Genkai, privileges, recognized talents, etc. What makes each individual unique out of their culture.
【Influences】
The Minamoru influence on Konohagakure is very, very big. Some of it is subtle, such as underground influences due to the Yakuza affiliations they have, or rather.. the fact that they lead one of the three largest Yakuza groups in Konohagakure, and deal in things like Senju DNA, Sharingan black trade (rare) or even the drug trade. Their affiliations in this field are obvious to those involved, but to the outside world, it seems completely preposterous that the Minamoru, a powerful and high 'n mighty clan is involved in this.
Besides that they are a huge economical influence because they own more or less 60% of all of Konoha's economical centre with Minamoru Enterprises. The remaining 40% is, thankfully for Konoha, not theirs since the other Yakuza groups are trying hard to wrangle control away from them. The fact that they own most of the economical centre should probably say enough about their economical influence but this is not to say that all this money flows directly into the pockets of the Minamoru clan - bribes, wages, etcetera all is paid from these funds.
Finally the political aspect of the clan, which is not as big as it's underground or economical influence. Never the less it's still present - the fact that the Minamoru are a shinobi clan in essence (though, that is debateable very much so) gives them a small influence, and their alliances with other clans, as well as their feuds with some of the others, are a reason that they are politically well regarded, though not as high as the Hyuga or the Uchiha, or even the Uzumaki's although those have recently been more forthcoming towards the Minamoru.
【Relations】
Naito - the Naito clan is one of the clans that the Minamoru have been feuding with for the longest time. The feud started about 200 years ago, when both the Minamoru and the Naito were relatively new to Konoha. Ever since it's been dubbed the Feud of the Tiger and the Dogs. The long standing feud hasn't subsided just yet as members of this clan frequently clash - be it with words, swords, or politics.
Reikan - the most recent addition to the Minamoru's list of allies, Luscious and Reijo have brokered an alliance between the two despite the fact that the Reikan's are a clan with a kekkei genkai prominently on display. It seems that, to Reijo, the main reason for the alliance was to secure security in case the Uchiha, Hyuga or Naito try anything.
【History】
The Minamoru clan was founded quite recently compared to the other clans such as the Uchiha or the Hyuga. They were not part of the original founding clans, and migrated later as a result of economical changes. They weren't originally shinobi but quickly managed to adapt into a Shinobi clan effortlessly. They were comprised of highly driven individuals that wished to become the greatest at, more or less, whatever they attempted. It didn't always succeed, actually, more often than not, but you only need to give one glance to the current status of the clan to see how far they kicked it in those 200 years, compared to the Uchiha.
Never the less they don't quite fit into Konoha - they are not so much underhanded, and wouldn't do anything to directly harm Konoha, but they are very self centered and do anything they do for the clan or themselves, not for Konoha. Konoha is simply a means to an end for them. Never the less a feeling of pride and honour is also common place in the clan so Konoha needn't worry about the Minamoru betraying them. They do what they do for themselves, or atleast so they say, but deep down most of the Minamoru are quite self sacrificial, especially the shinobi. Those that aren't in the shinobi trade are often a whole different breed of people, mostly simply normal people and civilians.
In short, that means they have a tough skin, cussing, feuding, and appear somewhat rude and cold. Underneath that however are people that deeply respect tradition, hierarchy and self sacrifice. They might not show it but it's definetely there.
Moving on, they also don't fit Konoha because they are very outspoken against kekkei genkai - and sadly for Konoha (or the Minamoru's, depending on who you ask) there are plenty of clans with kekkei genkai's. This has been reason for them to be a bit of an outcast-clan compared to others, distancing themselves from main Konoha, living outside the village.
Up until the mid-years, between Sarada and Boruto's births, and current situation, they were insignificant, standard fodder clans. However it was then that they broke through with the arrival of the ronin, that fueled the underground Yakuza operations that some of the Minamoru were involved in. Due to this they suddenly raised in power unexplainedly, gaining more funds to further their political influence and economical presence. It didn't take long before Reijo took over 40-so years later, and furthered that all even more, expanding their influences rather rapidly.
“I hope the sage of the six paths has blessed your day, connoting my fondness for you by wishing you a nice day, my very nice and friendly, superior friend, otherwise known as the honorific of 'senpai'!”
Saburo has typical Uchiha features, namely the black hair, black eyes and the somewhat sleek, average length hair. However he does not look like he suffers from the Curse of Hatred like those before him. Perhaps that's because the cycle was broken by Sasuke and Naruto a long time ago. Never the less, this doesn't mean that he doesn't know hatred, or anything like that. He simply looks nicer than the pictures in the history books show of the Uchiha.
Saburo has a pretty round face, with a similarily rounded chin. His jawline isn't anything special, and neither is his face. If anything he looks noticeably average, able to blend in with most crowds as long as he covers himself when he uses the sharingan.
Body wise he's fit, and looks like he works out from time to time although it isn't anything over the top. He's got some definition in his abs but no six pack, and the same goes for his arms and legs. There's nothing there noticeably worth gawking at but you can tell he's a shinobi and that he does hard work.
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【Full Name】
Saburo Uchiha
【Alias】
“Kimyōna” meaning 'weird'.
【Age】
16
【Sex】
Male
【Sexuality】
Heterosexual - too unsocial to realise what are avances and what aren't, however, so if a guy is hitting on him he'd mistake it for friendliness.
【Birthplace】
Konohagakure.
【Bloodline】
Uchiha
【Rank】
Chunin
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Personality? What is that? Saburo has little to no personality, making him a pretty strange kid. He can be somewhat of a loner, but not by choice. He's simply very awkward to be around due to his past. Never the less he does try to make friends. That doesn't always work in his favor.
He's very strange in the way he talks, often talking in very long sentences to explain what he means by something, even though it's perfectly clear to begin with. A simple thing to say, such as have a nice day, can turn into a full conversation for Saburo. As such most people tend to avoid him, although now that he's going to be placed in teams, they'll have a hard time doing that.
Once you get to know Saburo it'll become apparent that Saburo is actually really friendly, and just has a funny way of wording this. As such he'd be a proper friend to you if one just gives him a chance, but he doesn't see that happen soon. Never the less he will keep trying, because he realizes he is bad at the social things.
Besides his obvious strange social tendencies he is actually quite a fan of 'fun' and as such he loves dancing and parties. Not that he's good at these but he does enjoy doing them while looking like a fool.
【History】
Saburo was part of the few family of Uchiha that survived the tide of time. He spent his early years (0-4) in the company of his mother, Hajira and his father, Chonzo. He was an only child and his father and mother were never really around due to conflicting timetables (they were present largely on school times, and gone during free hours). As a result Saburo took an interest to books where he'd read numerous saga's on end, versing himself well in the history of Naruto, Sasuke and others. Especially Sasuke was interesting because he shared a clan with the man.
Never the less he couldn't agree with Sasuke's motives, after all you cannot do something solely for revenge, as it'd create only more revenge. As such he created a vision for himself that he wishes to further through association with several gifted minds like Ayame and Fujitora Choko. At the current stages of his life his vision remains blurred and uncertain, but the psychological department is sure they can retrieve the better details of this vision later.
In the academy stages of his life the boy excelled in his class, but was taken away from the academy early on by his parents, and was placed under the care of the 11th corp, a special intelligence and special ops corps of the Konoha ANBU. He spent his years here isolated from the rest of Konoha, and essentially merely went to school, went to his room, ate and drunk and trained, before going to school again.
There was little else to do when you're part of a secret corps of shinobi that are expected to be the best they can be. This isn't to say that Saburo is exceptionally strong, because he isn't. He's just about your average shinobi, however he has a set of specialised experiences that make him invaluable in takedown situations, as well as intelligence gathering. A keen eye and a good technique go a long way.
After serving under the 11th corp for some time, he was honorably discharged once it became clear that Saburo wasn't a perfect fit with their methods. He was pushed back into the 'real' world and left to his own devices as he got a spot as a chunin amongst the regular forces.
【Family ties】
Saburo has had a childhood without many interferences from his parents, and he's come to see his corp 11 teachers as his 'parents' and sometimes even denotes them as such. He holds no grudge to his real father and mother however, as they were part of the ANBU and had little choice other than to be busy a lot.
Hajira Uchiha | Mother | 43, Konohagakure, ex-ANBU, school teacher currently that works at the academy.
Chonzo Uchiha | Father | 46, Konohagakure, ex-ANBU, deceased currently.
【Dreams and fears】
Saburo has a strange dream, in that he wishes to obtain the Rinnegan simply to experience what it'd be like to have it, and to know what it can do. An almost unobtainable dream, however.
He fears the Downfall of Konoha as much as the next, but he's extremely fearful of it because as part of the 11th corp he knows more than others, especially of historical cases where Konoha has nearly been destroyed without anyone taking notice, leaving it to the 11th corp to take down the threats.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Saburo is an able bodied fighter, that uses a mixture of tools (shuriken, senbon, kunai) and ninjutsu to duel with his enemies. He's particularily strong in the field of ninjutsu with an affinity for fire and earth, though he hasn't learned any earth techniques yet. His style is mostly a ninjutsu-dueling style where he prefers to keep a medium distance to use ninjutsu and tools, rather than a close up combat style, however his training allows him to effectively do both of them if the need arises.
【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】
Bloodline limit name:
Sharingan, 3 tomoe.
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
Hāremu no Jutsu
B rank techniques:
KATON: Great Dragon Fire
Genjutsu: Sharingan
C rank techniques:
KATON: Gokakyu no Jutsu.
KATON: Phoenix Sage Fire Technique
D-E rank techniques:
OIROKE: Onnanoko Dōshi no Jutsu
OIROKE: Pōrudansu ando Naisu Bodī no jutsu
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Chokuto.
Description:
The chokuto is very basic and cuts just as well as an average kunai. It doesn't offer chakra flow through it so it's impossible to enflame it, or anything of the sorts..
“A great fireball to a needle, something just as lethal.”
Ayame is an appealing girl, somewhat above average in looks but with an appealing charm. She has no overly defining features, aside from her relatively large eyes, which eyeball those around her carefully. Her eyes are dark in color, a mixture of dark blue aking to a deep ocean, and grey like the rain she so often enjoys. It's essentially impossible to narrow down her eye color, as they shift with the lighting. In dark lighting her eyes seem greyish, in proper lighting such as the sun her eyes are a deep dark blue. It matters little to Ayame. Her chin is pointed, and her jawline is rounded. Her noise is pointy but thin, with a relatively average sized nose bridge, although 'average' is all a matter of perspective.
Her frame is petite, with relatively small breast size, narrow build and a hourglass figure as she is small in the waist, then wider in the hip area. She doesn't put in any effort to accentuate this, if it happens it happens. Her slender figure means she easily gets definition in her muscles, meaning that her arms eye muscled, although very lightly so. Her legs have definition too, but not as much as her arms. Her arms are relatively thin, too. Her legs are slightly more thick, especially her calves, from the running around she has to do on orders of the Hokage.
As for her hair, she is originally a blonde but she's known to dye her hair frequently with self made dying colors. Currently her hair is black, but it's bound to change soon. It is very easy to pick colors when you have shadow clones to practice on. Her hair is often tied up into 2 'ponytails' of sorts at the side, akin to the reference picture a intel. shinobi managed to snap of her during a fake date. We have no idea how he managed to escape once it became clear that he was not interested in her - rumour has it he is still hiding.
Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Ayame Choko
【Alias】
the Sewstress
【Age】
26
【Sex】
Female
【Sexuality】
Heterosexual
【Birthplace】
Amegakure
【Bloodline】
Choko, although her lineage is doubted by some
【Rank】
Jonin, Hokages Assistant
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Ayame is a rather friendly person, although her sincerity is often doubted. She believes that there is always a catch to anything people do, which she doesn't deem a neccesarily bad thing since that's how the world works. As such she is generally rather skeptic of people doing things for her, or behaving nicely towards her. To her, anyone will always want something, whether that's a favor, a good work environment or even just giving yourself a nice feeling since you were being nice to someone. As such she has come to accept this and even work with it, ensuring herself that it is okay to be friendly to everyone simply to achieve a nice working environment. Regardless of whether she is gratifying herself or is genuinely interested in who she talks to she'll maintain a 'nice face' as it's called and smile.
In a neutral situation, with say a politician or a foreign envoy, she'd be formal and respectful, making sure to follow procedures such as bowing and use of words. She would hold herself back a bit more and remain in the back, not speaking often, although that has more to do with her assisting position rather than her timid nature in these situation - she can be friendly, angry or pushy in the neutral situations if she has to.
In negative situations such as combat or when she hears of a setback that is not so close to her, she'll often remain rather calm, as her position as assistant and jonin demands her to be calm and calculating. In battle she is often more prone to bouts of anger, as naturally expected in battle, although she'd do her best to keep it in check if there are students with her. When fighting solo she simply lets go, since she doesn't have to fear for anyone taking on these traits as weakness or a strength that they need to replicate since she believes everyones reactions to battle are their own and need not be forced upon them.
In emotional situations such as death or a personal setback, or perhaps a more positive one such as pregnancy or promotion/graduation of a familiar person, she's prone to bouts of emotional crying, whether crying of sadness or happiness. She's not afraid to let go and doesn't seem to mind others seeing her.
【History】
When Ayame was born, she was mothered and fathered by her parents in Amegakure. She had an older brother who was 10 years older, Fujitora, who she got along with pretty well. In base school she wasn't a very.. good student. She spent her time practicing, but she barely achieved average grades in jutsu and taijutsu, being much too frail for the latter and simply not being very good at the former. She passed her test.. barely. Only in highschool did she really accomplish bigger feats and did she earn the nickname of the Sewstress. She was very able to use senbon and a large sword that was named, how could it be called anything else, dai-senbon, or great senbon. She was able to hit a mark with senbon at a 100m distance at first, and accurately hit them in vital areas. She gradually and quickly extended the range to even greater distance, never losing accuracy. As an added feature she dabbled in poisonry and found out she had an affinity for it, too. That and her relatively good swordsmanship with the dai senbon meant she had found a way to become a proper shinobi, and a good one too. The remainder of her years in highschool were spent focussing on these skills, leaving any jutsu and taijutsu to the others.
After graduation she, her brother and father decided to move to Konohagakure after the mass introduction of technology took place and prices started fluctuating, as well as a loss of income for the family. In the same timeperiod their mother passed as a result of a brain tumor, only adding to the reasons of wanting to move away from Amegakure. They got to Konohagakure hoping to find a more suitable job, which was achieved for both Ayame and Fujitora as Ayame went on to become a Hokages' assistant and Fujitora became the jonin commander of Konohagakure.
【Family ties】
Ayame's family was rather loving, average in most aspects. An untimely death of the mother led to a migration of homes, and a slight destabilization of the home environment but after that things returned to normal rapidly.
Akinero Choko | Father | 61, Konohagakure, retiree. Lives in an appartment of his own where he plays a lot of chess with neighbours.
Mori Choko | Mother | 53, Amegakure, deceased. Rests in a tomb on the Amegakure graveyard, which is adorned with a large tombstone.
Fujitora Choko | Brother | 35, Konohagakure, jonin commander. Best friend and biggest rival to Ayame.
【Dreams and fears】
Ayame dreams of a more peaceful world, although that is rather cliché she seems to think it's essentially impossible to achieve. The world is already quite peaceful, but small conflicts are boiling up, old feuds as well. Hoping to eradicate these too, she pushes the Hokage to support the police departments around Konoha more, and to allow jonins more freedom in helping them too.
Besides that she also dreams of getting married one day, or at the very least have a boyfriend. But boys are stupid.
She fears losing her family, most visibly her brother whom she loves dearly. That is a rather common fear, but she has more. She also fears growing old, becoming wrinkled and ugly and losing her appeal to others. To counter this she takes self made tonics that work against it, although there's only so much you can do.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Ayame focusses on a versatile but highly accurate style of fighting using senbon to take down primary targets, along with poison to do the work if she can't manage to kill the target before he flees. Lower prioritized targets get the pleasure of being skewered with her dai senbon, a very sharply pointed sword that is able to pierce through most armors with no trouble, although it's not as effective when uesd for cutting - as expected of a gigantic needle.
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Senbon Art: Senbon Rain
Rank:
B
Range:
A circle with a diameter of 50m.
Description:
Grabbing a lot of senbon, she throws them into the air after which they fly quite high. After that the senbon will begin falling down from an extremely high altitude, giving them speed. The result is a storm of senbon falling down around her, falling everywhere except for her own position due to the high amount of skill she has in this technique. The senbon are most likely not coated in poison, given the difficulty of concocting new poison and the expensiveness of these poisons - these are reserved for high priority targets.
Jutsu name:
Senbon Art: Senbon Coffin technique
Rank:
A
Range:
A single target, targeted at a max range of 10m.
Description:
The jutsu is one of the few jutsu that Ayame can perform that require chakra, although in a less direct way than you'd expect. She forms the tiger seal after which she augments chakra in her legs and feet, making her somewhat faster akin to the body flicker technique. What follows is a storm of senbon coming at a target from all sides, seemingly from random places as if they simply appear out of thin air and fly towards the targets at an extremely high speed.
In reality what happens is, using her heightened speed she will 'body flicker' towards spots around the target, throwing senbon as she goes and doing this at such a high speed that it appears as if all these senbon (usually +- 30 senbon) are thrown at once from numerous positions. Depending on the targets these senbon may or may not be poisoned. This technique is quite deadly, however it can be avoided by moving, as even though Ayame is quite skilled, it remains hard for anyone to accurately hit lethal places on a human body whilst they and yourself are moving, and a senbon is only really deadly if aimed extremely accurately for these positions.
Jutsu name:
Dai Senbon: Sewing Dance
Rank:
A
Range:
An area within a circle with a diameter of +- 25m around the user.
Description:
Attaching an entire spool of chakra string to the dai senbon's end circle/handle, the user throws the senbon towards a target and using the chakra string (s)he will be able to steer the dai senbon as long as the user has chakra or the chakra string remains attached. The dai senbon will maintain speed, and the generally 'semi invisible' chakra string will lead to this technique possibly being mistaken for a wind technique - it's more to do with chakra control and the chakra string.
The technique, while rudimentary, has shown to be very capable and in previous battles has sown together a grand total of 5 enemies in a single usage of the technique, lining them all together and, depending on where they were hit, being incapacitated or dead.
Jutsu name:
Senbon Art: Split Needles Poisoning
Rank:
S
Range:
Any range.
Description:
Ayame's trump card, this technique is only possible because all of her needles are infused with some of her chakra, which is done pre-battle. In short: this technique splits the needles into a million tiny different particles of whatever material the needle is made of by imploding it, forcing it to 'explode' and form a cloud of (metal and poisonous) dust. A rather harmless technique if done on a single senbon, but given that Ayame is very skilled in senbon usage, the technique can be done on a lot of senbon at once.
The technique is usually preceded by throwing a very large amount of senbon at a target, until the user is satisfied with the amount of senbon stuck in the targets' body. If the poison weren't enough to absolutely destroy the target, the technique will. After this three seals are formed and the dormant chakra in the senbon will be activated, forcing the senbon to explode into particles - the parts of senbon outside the body (sticking out a wound) will explode into an inhaleable cloud of metal and poison dust, and given the proximity to the user it will be physically impossible to get away without inhaling atleast some of it. The part of the senbon stuck inside the wound will also explode, sending metal particles into the open wound, and given the fact that there are no doubt blood vessels close by, sending poisonous metal shards into the blood stream, essentially poisoning the target at a very fast rate, meanwhile also cutting up the insides of a target. The more senbon are stuck inside a target, the quicker death will come.
Besides the obvious implications of this technique, it only gets worse when combined with senbon guiding - the chakra still left in the senbon particles would be enough for chakra guiding the senbon much as one would divert a kunai that you've thrown. Guiding the particles, it is possible to lacerate one's innards, giving internal bleeding and further poisoning with a flick of the wrist in exchange for a very high chakra cost.
Jutsu name:
Senbon Art: Needle Mirage
Rank:
A
Range:
10m max
Description:
The user throws a set of 3 senbon, one aimed at the head, one aimed at the heart and the other at a main artery in the neck. After throwing the senbon the user quickly claps their hands together, the sound of the clap spreading a genjutsu that quickly brings all those who heard it under the impression that the three senbon are actually a storm of 100+ senbon, and most likely bringing them under the impression that dodging is futile. A simple, if not effective technique.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Dai-Senbon.
Weapon, tool or object type:
The weapon is a very large needle used as a sword, made out of extremely strong bone of some sort of extremely large animal - imagine a whales bone, with extremely hardened properties.
Description:
The sword reaches up to about Ayame's breast in height, and is stored in a sheath of leather on her back. The handle is adorned with leather wraps on them, and is positioned in the circle where normally the thread goes through the needle. The sword is extremely pointy and sharp - able to pierce metals sheets with minimal effort and, given enough effort to push it through, it can push through an entire human given enough momentum. A downside is that the sides of the sword do not cut, so if you remain in close quarters Ayame will not have enough space to stab and will be forced to retreat so she can get enough space or stop using the weapon.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Poison kit
Weapon, tool or object type:
The poison kit is a pouch that Ayame sometimes carries on extensive missions or long lasting expeditions. There are a mortar and pestle in there, as well as a small supply of plants that allow Ayame to create tonics, poisons or other things while on the move. There are also some vials in there with stored poisons of a more rare variant.
Description:
The pouch resembles a normal shinobi's tool pouch where they store all their kunai, shuriken and other tools. As such it's pretty much indiscernible from those pouches.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Dragons' Lament
Weapon, tool or object type:
This tool is a type of poison made from water, a small amount of acid and the petals of a Red Glorybloom, a common and unsuspecting flower in Konohagakure.
Description:
The poison is dark purple in color, close to black in it's vial. The potency of this poison lies in its paralysing traits, in that it will shut down musclemass around the area where it strikes. If you get hit in the leg your leg will slowly shut down as the poison spreads through the muscles.
Although this seems relatively harmless - it doesn't outright kill you - it can be detrimental to a fight if, for instance, you get hit by a multitude of senbon covered in this poison. Imagine both your legs dropping down useless. You will be victim to a simple dagger in the heart, or worse, a dai-senbon to the face. And, since the heart is essentially muscle with lots of blood veins running through to pump the blood around, a single senbon in the heart might be able to take someones live. The effects last around 4-5 minutes depending on the potency of the batch of poison.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Rotflesh Coat
Weapon, tool or object type:
This type of poison is made from rotting flesh, maggots, a single drop of the saliva of a rare toad named the Kingsguard Toad.
Description:
This poison, when in contact with the skin, will bring in a sudden bout of rot in the skin. While not especially harmful it is extremely painful to feel your skin rapidly getting covered in rotten-ness. The effects last around a day, after which the poison will have been purged from your body and the spread of rot will stop. Never the less the rot remains for a full week, remaining painful but not spreading anymore. That is.. if you survived the battle.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Red Cow Poison
Weapon, tool or object type:
This poison variant is created using a cow tooth, a cow hide and milk, alongside pure water from the Uji spring near Amegakure, a drop of red spider eggsap and a wasps stinger.
Description:
This poison causes no significant effects the first ten minutes after being hit. If combined with some boasts about the potency of this poison it might even bring about laughter when the targets thinks nothing were happening. In reality the poison remains dormant for 10 minutes, after which it will slowly begin sapping away at the targets' vision, until they are blinded. This effect of blindness lasts only 2 minutes, but that is enough time to finish off a target.
“With no booze, whores and cussing, life would be a lot less interesting, don't 'cha think ya big cunt?”
Despite what the above picture would like to make you believe, Yopparai (meaning 'Drunkard' as if it was pre-destined by his parents) is a lot less charming than he seems to be. Over the course of his escape he's grown a rougher beard, and dropped the smile. He looks more like a pirate that has no ship now, than the charming man seen above. In fact.. he acts more like a pirate than a shinobi, too.
Yopparai has since his escape dropped the half kimono looking thing that he wore before hand, and switched it for something a bit more manly, and daring. He's kept the black-red undershirt and has grown out some chesthair, that pokes out with no shame. Under that he wears simple blue trousers and calve-high leather boots, strapped tightly with several straps and buckles. From his right shoulder to his left hip he wears a leather strap for attaching his sword to.
Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Yopparai Ramu Koku (Drunkard Rum-coke)
【Alias】
“The Drunkard”
【Age】
23
【Sex】
Male.
【Sexuality】
As straight as it can be, observable from the many wenches in his tavernhouse.
【Birthplace】
Kirigakure
【Bloodline】
Ehh, his mom was a whore, so he has not a clue.
【Rank】
Chunin rank, but in reality is somewhere between a chunin and jonin in power scales.. atleast, when measuring him without his sword.
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Drinking, murder, sex, theft, robberies, smoking, in other words doing whatever the hell you want, that's all Yopparai's bussiness. If you say 'lets go kill some people!' Yopparai would raise his glass and come along. If you said 'lets go fuck some wenches!' he'd be the first to reach them, trousers nearly unbuttoned already. And above all, drinking is his game. There has not been a single person in the history of mankind, alive or dead, male or female, that could beat him in a game of drinking. That should tell you something about his habits and lifestyle.. he's a true lecher, who lives a debaucherous lifestyle filled with robbing, murdering, raping, thieving, and generally having fun all around the world.
If he likes you, or you are not a primary target to him (he's not dumb, he knows who are good targets and who have nothing) he could actually be what one would describe as a 'friend' though his less-honest ways leave much to be desired. And although he might be a bastard, he does live to some form of a honor code, something akin to a thieves' laws, but more befitting of a shinobi.
Don't kill those who are no threat or harm to you, don't steal from those that have very little already, blablablabla.. who cares Yopparai, just do what you want and feel is right.. - excerpt from his diaries detailing his 'honor code'.
.. sidenote: always kill people that you don't like, they usually end up being a pain in the ass if you don't do it the first time you can. Unless you like them or they have a great pair of tits. - a small bit of scrabbled, sloppily written text next to the excerpt.
There is extensive information available on Yopparai, and you could probably fill an entire library just with his bingo book information, so he is not mysterious at all. In fact, he's probably one of the most forthcoming with his wrongdoings, and acknowledges them as being bad. But in his words, 'a criminal knows that what he does is bad, he just doesn't care' and that is exactly why Yopparai is a threat to society - he doesn't care what he does. Power wise a team of ANBU or nin-hunters should be able to take him down, but he has evaded the groups sent after him with relative ease and above all.. he holds a valuable artifact that we wish to remain unharmed. As such his capture and death would be a touchy issue for Kirigakure.
【History】
Yopparai was born as a son to man x. No, that is not some vague name for a super hero, or a name for a mysterious man in a suit that controls the world. It's simply the name that the intelligence corps gave to Yopparai's father after he filed over 200 formal requests, 159 informal requests, 21 verbal threats, and 2 threats with actual violence involved, to find out who his father was. There was never really any result, because his reckless nature and uncompliant nature meant it was very difficult to even trace how old Yopparai was, let alone who his father was.
His mother on the other hand was (at her time) a well known whore named the Scarlet Dragon who worked at a (at that time) well known whorehouse called the Underhouse. Ofcourse that was just a cliché name for a whore, who used it to gain fame and more clientele. It seemed to have worked as her fame grew and, at her height, she was known all the way to Konoha. Her real name was less exciting, as she was named Misa Keikumoto. Anyway, after she gave birth to Yopparai she decided to name him after his father. And since she had no name, and his father was (according to her) a drunkard, his name was to be Yopparai Ramu Koku, since that was the drink he ordered for Misa when they met up the first time. Long story short, she was pissed off because being pregnant stranded her with no income for a small while (5 months or so, she claims, but probably she worked longer anyway because she didn't care). And because she was pissed off she must've thought Yopparai was a joke, and named him drunkard. Because no employer will look at that name and hire him anyway.
He didn't do well in school either, after all he was the son of a whore and he got taught at an early age to not give a shit about other people. Only those in your inner circle matter, and they're replaceable too, so you best not care too much about those people either. He wanted to be an asskicker, though, so he got enrolled into the shinobi academy. Well, actually, he enrolled himself by faking the signature for the paper, and then when his mother found out got a firm beating because she couldn't afford the school. Somehow they made it though, no thanks to his mom, as she forced him to work a part time job on the side to afford the school.
One of the lessons he remembered the best from his mother was the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb, a saying that many people get wrong, but that he remembered and imprinted into his mind carefully. Friendships are stronger than family and forced relationships, because you choose them. As such, you are in full control over who you like..
This led him to ultimately abandon his mother. He moved out and never contacted her again, and she seemed fine with this. Recently she passed away after a long time in the hospital due to lung cancer (she liked to smoke) but Yopparai didn't really seem to care.
Anyway, after abandoning his mother things went better, he was no longer forced to put up with all the crazy shit surrounding living in a whorehouse, and he got to focus on his career. At the age of 16 it became apparent that he excelled in swordplay and was soon focussing primarily on that as well as forming his own hiden ninjutsu techniques. Soon after he got recruited into the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist. He found himself holding Shibuki the Blastsword, a destructive tool very befitting of this man. He managed to master it in four years and earned a spot amongst the seven swordsmen. But as fortune would have it, Yopparai was just like almost every other swordsman of the mist before him, and he quickly abandoned his village in favour of personal fame. He took Shibuki with him.. ofcoure he would. He doesn't give a shit about stuff like stealing.
Anyway, he thus earned a double kill order - one for stealing a relic of the past, a treasured artifact of Kirigakure, the other for being a missing nin. And soon after records started piling up - murder, theft, robberies, public nudity, indecent exposure, illegal alcohol brewing, tax evasion, privacy invasion, selling womens used (and stolen) panties. His most serious offense however, is not the murder, theft or going missing nin, nor stealing the artifact sword. His most serious offense..
is taking panty shot pictures of the Mizukage before his daring escape from the village. They remain private for now, but he's made it very clear he will release them to the public to showcase the horror that the photos are. Why a horror? Because this panty shot picture.. lacks the panty.
【Family ties】
Describe shortly what type of family your character grew up in, how the ties were and how this influenced him. After that fill in form below, for all family members of importance, living or dead.
Man X | Father | ???
Scarlet Dragon, Misa Keikumoto | Mother | Deceased
【Dreams and fears】
Personal glory and fame, ofcourse! He wants his name to be known and whether that is as a good or bad person, he doesn't really care about that. His fears are pretty much the exact opposite, he's afraid of not being acknowledged and thus can't stand when people ignore him or underestimate him.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Yopparai fights with a deadly combination of the Blastsword and his (slightly offputting) alcohol style jutsu. As such he fights at a medium-short range to make extensive use of his sword and alcohol style jutsu. Not much else to say really - he's careless at times but he knows he has the skills to get away with it.
【Traits】
Absurd alcohol resistance.
Good stamina and resistance to pain.
Average chakra control and pool.
Average taijutsu skills.
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Arukōru Style: Fuming at the Mouth
Rank:
B
Range:
Short-mid, an area up to 10m in front of him.
Description:
After taking a very big swig of his Arukōru-Furasuko, the user swishes it around in his mouth mixing it with his own chakra before spewing out the alcohol again, revealing that it'd been turned into fumes. The fumes are highly flammable and the actual amount of alcohol in it is so high that, essentially, it can result in a very big fireball/explosion. The fumes linger for some time, dissipating after +- 2 minutes.
Inhaling the fumes can cause a person to suffer from effects ranging from dizziness (low exposure) to drunkenness (medium exposure) to full blown knockouts (longer than a minute). This is because, well, it's pure alcohol. As such the technique can also be lit on fire, as noted before.
If the user makes a spark before his mouth, it will be more like a flamethrower technique. Kind of a circus act type thing, where they spew fire by spewing alcohol onto a flaming rod.
Jutsu name:
Arukōru-Suiton Style: Arukōru pistol
Rank:
C
Range:
Short-mid, up to 30meters in range.
Description:
Mimicking the suiton style water gun technique, this technique is pretty much the same except it uses alcohol instead of water. Harmless on it's own, really, but the alcohol will soak the enemy in alcohol (note: pure alcohol, not a drink) and get in their clothes and skin - something that is generally tough to get rid off unless you take an impromptu bath. Afterwards it will be a simple trick to light the enemy on fire. Good luck getting that out, ya bastard.
Can be used in conjunction with the Firestriker to form a fireball instead.
Jutsu name:
Arukōru Style: Drunken Stampede
Rank:
S
Range:
N/A
Description:
The user takes in a large, large, LARGE amount of alcohol drinking from his flask for nearly 5 seconds before finally reaching a point of being drunk. Note that this is pure alcohol he's drinking.. either way, with him being drunk, he turns into a real drunkard. He seems to be resilient to many blows (they hurt him, but he doesn't feel it directly), becomes reckless and seems much much more strong that before hand. He is able to effectively swing his sword without any real problem and the kickback from the explosive tags on it becomes lesser. In this form the user is also able to use the Fuming at the Mouth technique without handseals as he's so filled with alcohol that blowing air out of his mouth is enough to send fumes out far enough to do the technique.
There's a drawback to this, obviously, and that is that he becomes much more susceptible to fire attacks. While normally he doesn't suffer from that unless an opponent knows how to turn his alcohol techniques around, in this form he is so filled with alcohol that, like noted before, he can basically blow out alcohol fumes. Because of that any fire attacks have the capability of seriously damaging him if they hit, lighting him and the air around him that is filled with fumes on fire.
Jutsu name:
Arukōru Style: Yotte no un, Luck of the Drunk
Rank:
B
Range:
N/A
Description:
More or less a pre-stage to the Drunken Stampede technique, the user drinks a large amount of alcohol and enters the stage of 'buzzing' or tipsiness. As a result the user will suffer from something known as Drunken Luck, a stage where your inner reflexes more or less take over, allowing weird and crazy dodges that seem more accidental than anything. It also allows stupid, sloppy attacks to be more powerful than they even appear, giving extra power to those attacks, trading it for the accuracy. This effect lasts 2-3 posts.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Kasai sutoraikā - Fire Striker
Weapon, tool or object type:
Flint and Steel
Description:
A set of two tools, a flint and a piece of steel. Nothing that is hard to use or understand - they make a spark that can light fires.. and alcohol.
Weapon, tool or object name:
XXX-Furasuko
Weapon, tool or object type:
Arukōru-Furasuko - alcohol flask
Description:
XXX-Furasuko is a large bottle shaped like above, with a gray wrapping around it that has all sorts of childish drawings on it, from cuss words ('cunt' 'wanker' 'asshole') to bad drawings of women with large tits and asses. On the center it says, very large, in black paint; ARUKŌRU, XXX, YOPPARAI. The flask is quite large, but the neck is small enough to comfortably hold it with 1 hand.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Shibuki
Weapon, tool or object type:
Sword
Description:
It's the 'legendary' sword from the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist. It's not as legendary as it was said to be, because obviously it was never really used all that much previously and would serve better as a museum piece in Yopparai's eyes, since with the everlasting peace there was little to no use for a weapon like this. He's putting it to use now, though, hehehe. |
47,677 | 1,294 | 1 | 2,089 | 1,980 | Aoi Don Maquia
It was a couple of weeks after encountering her senpai now turned kohai once more that she'd have for the first time since the Ayame regime a Jonin worthy mission. By then she had gotten used to the Neo-Amegakure feel Konoha had adopted with the endless rain befalling the village, and it made her quite lazy to the idea. All that was needed was a boost from a certain taller girl to get a move on and find the motivation to get the job done. Aoi was made quite aware that this operation she was given in the utmost discretion would involve the degrading state of Kirigakure. The clown never really minded politics, she could barely understand them to begin with, but it seemed as though bad things were going on there and Ayame's speeches appeared to support the 'good cause' of the rebels. As such the masses were told to see this as a good action, the harlequin was of course one of these people to nab the bait.
The contents of the missions were unknown anyway, the only information she had was that she'd give a hand to some higher ups along with other Jonin from her village and the water nation. 'Field trip' was the only thing she thought of when engaging in this mission. She left the leaf village alone as instructed, since unlike other shinobi sent to the civil war's aid she was stationed in a more secluded and concealed base camp. It fit her rank after all. She was excited to know who she'd be working with all the while wondering if the mission would involve getting wet, since it was the water nation and all. Finally reaching the docks coasting the massive sea that separated the shinobi continent from the water nation island. From there she'd find a contact, a small old lady that wouldn't speak a word, only holding a sign saying 'Clown', the code name the clown herself chose for this mission. They boarded a small tugboat, both of the alone. Aoi blathered on about her life and opinions to the old hag without a single response, but it didn't stop her.
They went through interconnected rivers and canals once they'd traverse the sea. They were taking many random turns as if they purposely took the long way to avoid being followed. By then Aoi had taken a small nap to recharge her energy and be at full strength to release her life's story another time. Eventually they'd arrive at the center of a large lake somewhere in the nation. There was a deep fog instilled in the area, and it seemed natural, so she could only assume they weren't too far away from Kiri. After a few minutes of slow cruising, they finally cross path with a herd of small boast with a somewhat larger yacht in the center. She was dropped off on said larger boat and would be greeted with a young female rebel. She wore a red armband as they were known to wear.
"Clown?" she asked bluntly.
"Erm ... Yup yup! That's me~ And who are youu~?" Aoi responded as whimsical as ever.
"Uh-huh. Name's Fuegushi. My dad, Kirio Fuegushi wants to see you. You're the first in, any idea where your colleagues are?" she'd inquire.
"Hmmm, no I don't but they can't be that far~ I'm usually the fastest around teehee~"
The harlequin answered with a condescending laugh mixed with an evident lack of seriousness in her tone. Se did pride herself over her how proactive she was and her general speed but she was also aware she was compared to other Jonin. She walked into the in bowels of the yacht and took a seat on one of the couches. She was in a living room with no one in it, not even the woman who greeted her. She just sat there, awkwardly, looking around to see if there was anything she could distract herself with.
N.C.4
There wasn't much to say about Gin Kakiyama's whereabouts. To Konoha, he was a traitor, to Kiri he was either a non-recognized shinobi due to his transfer or a possible threat with rumors surrounding his involvement in the rebel cause. He was a wanted man anywhere he would go at this point, and wanted shinobi were often a lot easier to capture dead than alive. Especially if they knew some rather disturbing information. N.C.4, known as Junshiro by the general public, knew how Gin operated and what he knew, and as such it would be natural that it'd be the field agent to handle and difficulties brought by the young man. However leads were low and Gin's priority went down a notch in Konoha's priorities when it became clear his word wouldn't be worth anything considerable with the rumors involving him. Nonetheless, a new lead brought some hope to the 11th corp grandmaster, Fujitora Choko, to finally closing this file.
Yume Tenchi, quite a rigorous worker according to Fujitora, had picked up on his disappearance and was the more reliable source to pinpointing the location of the young man. The fact that Yume held a pivotal role in the direct involvement of Konoha in the rebel cause. After all, she was the descendant of the Mizukage many of the rebels used as symbol and model for their actions. This justified Fujitora conferring an agent to insure her survival through this ordeal. N.C.4, the 11th finest creation to date, would not hesitate to perform unthinkable things to complete the mission, all with great efficiency.
They would already be at the gloomy outskirts of the Mist village early in the morning, scouting out for leftover hostiles in the desolate portions of the village. Many parts of the outskirts were hotspots for conflicts between citizens who took advantage of the real battle. The streets were riddled with trash while many homes were boarded up and were illuminated by primary sources of light such as fire. It felt like a jump to the past when they would witness the deafening silence of the neighborhood. It was the safest way to enter as no one would really pick a fight with them unless they encountered a few wildcards.
"I await to hear of your lead, Mistress Tenchi."
Standing on the roof of a two story house, the robot continuously gathered information on what it could see from the vantage point. All it wore were a turtle neck black top couple with fitting black jeans. Actually only its pale white face would contrast with the completely dark look it took. It was the best attire possible to get around unnoticed as long as it didn't wear some ski mask anyway. It slowly slid black combat gloves on each of its hands for it could already tell that they would not get through this unofficial mission without getting their hands dirty somewhere. | Spode's Character Emporium of Wonders!
“You better Party Hardy!”
Aoi is often seen wearing clown-like attires on the streets and during missions, however her 'casual' apparel revolves around a basic T-shirt with a basic skirt with basic leggings, sometimes stockings. The color she enjoys associating with herself the most would be blue and yellow, for some odd reason. She also dislikes sandals and sticks to civilian shoes, or during mission, her circus footwear. She's also fond of little bells hanging off her clothing and the peak of her shoes.
Her body is exceptionally flexible, enough to be considered a contortionist, however her muscle mass is relatively low, making her weak on the strength side. Thin and small at 5'1", it enables her to be extremely agile and quick on her feet and movements. Coupled with her greatest asset: near perfect dexterity, she is a force to be reckoned with in a physical level too.
Although many boys consider her pretty, her main asset in social interactions lies in her ability to illuminate rooms with her radiant optimism. She essentially makes herself much prettier to the opposite sex through her mannerisms and tendencies to seek their attention.
Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Aoi Don Maquia
【Alias】
Gooey
【Age】
17
【Sex】
Female
【Sexuality】
Secret
【Birthplace】
Amegakure
【Bloodline】
The Don Maquia troupe: Although not officially bloodline, the circus troupe prepares their young to perform certain arts and master certain abilities generally unknown to the world.
【Rank】
Jonin
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Visually an air headed, bubbly teenage girl with a need to enjoy life to the fullest. Her behavior is coupled with a need to be the center of attention, to be recognized as an existing being with a significance to this world, hence her goofy attitude and desire to please her crowd. This however is questionable when one realizes the themes she selects when verbally expressing her humor, dark themed jokes are fine but when applied to targets she is under the obligation to kill, her motives and psyche become questionable. Nonetheless, no signs of psychopathy or any social disorder are to be determined. She's actually quite altruistic and friendly toward those she recognizes as either family or friends, but it is evident that she holds a strong level of egocentric behavior.
She is however one to play with her food and make a spectacle out of it. In fights she'll often stage something irrelevant in order to reach her goals while pleasing her audience. She never hesitates, whether it is to be silly or to seize an opportunity. Some might say she's fearless, others believe she is stupid or insane, but the truth of the matter is she has a large amount of experience in presentation and executing nearly flawless moves, making this relatively easy for her. Her lack of education before entering the ninja program and difficulties in reading and writing barely hinder her performance.
She appears to be a rather sensitive person, however, taking rejection exceptionally badly, to the point of being depressed. Her outgoing character can easily be vanquished by a simple critique. She is capable of killing someone over such a critique, but most of the time she'd sulk for a week or two.
【History】
Like many children living in an era of poverty in smaller countries, Aoi was abandoned by her parents a few hours after her birth. Fortunately the parents didn't randomly leave her at a home but instead confided her to the renown Don Maquia troupe as they passed the country. They knew leaving an abandoned child there would motivate them to keep it, as it was how they usually made staff.
And so, she was raised in a gypsy-esque environment where travelling was frequent and work was every day, no real weekend. As she grew up, Jouro Don Maquia would not cut her some slack and initiated her to the realities of labor and hardships, but she never really complained as it felt normal to her. It didn't mean she was devoid of any fun, if anything fun was something they managed to develop during work and practice for performances. Usually by mixing the two, Aoi and her closest friend Mia had fun doing their chores while doing various acrobatic acts. She was happy with what she had, and couldn't care less about her biological parents.
At one point, she'd be initiated to one of the troupe's secrets, a special way to manipulate chakra without being unique. She had a strong affinity for water, being from the Rain village, and naturally developed the abilities to hide in water and rain, but she had no knowledge of chakra otherwise. The basics were learned through usual practice, walking on water impressed many civilians, so it was general practice, substitution made great magic effects, fake clones too and so on. Chakra was something that enabled great success for the troupe, however the true secret revealed to Aoi's specific affinity would be her mucus ability. With it, she'd easily impress her audience while being exceptionally flexible in most domains. Initially, it wasn't meant to be a weapon, but through creativity, she managed to defend herself from low bandits trying to rob the troupe.
Eventually reaching Konoha, multiple Jounin took notice of her unique capabilities that they had never seen before and offered her the chance to become a ninja. Realizing how it would approach her to her goal, she righteously accepted and moved on as a Genin without any Academy training (she was more than capable in entry levels). The only problem would be that she'd be unable to read and write, causing problems to her superiors. Sure she managed to learn most of it, but she isn't quite efficient at it, being a slow reader and writing so poorly it's barely comprehensible. She easily learns new lingo, however.
Upon reaching the ranking of Chuunin, she realizes how close she is getting to becoming a world renown figure that left her mark.
【Family ties】
Aoi's ties are rather strange to say the least. She wasn't raised by ordinary parents, but rather grew up as a carny along with the entire Don Maquia troupe. Her relationship with them is worthy of a sibling-type relation, as they grew up with her since she was in diapers. They did not object to her ambition of becoming a famous ninja, having formed her for such usage in any case. They continue to support her through letters and regular visits at Konoha.
Jouro Don Maquia | Adoptive Father | 56, Don Maquia Troupe, The leader of the Don Maquia Troupe, regarded as the father of every member, he is highly respected and no one dares to question his authority.
Mia Don Maquia | Spiritual Sister | 15, Don Maquia Troupe, A professional acrobat in the troupe, she was Aoi's best friend and closest 'sister'.
Bo Don Maquia | Spiritual Uncle | 44, Don Maquia Troupe, The lion tamer of the troupe, he often took care of Aoi when she had fallen ill or when Jouro wasn't around.
Guru | Pet | 8, Don Maquia Troupe, Aoi's attributed animal she had to raise. It is an elephant she often uses in her performances in the troupe.
Akio Tendou | Lover | 18, Aoi's home, Aoi's first girlfriend after changing her love interest paradigm. The relationship has been going on for about two years now and no signs of tensions as of yet. Akio is the more 'dominant' one of the relationship, but is easily intimidated by Aoi's social skills.
【Dreams and fears】
Aoi dreams of great fame and crowds, reaching the pinnacle of bliss and recognition. By becoming a high level ninja, she hopes to attain the ranks of the heroes of this world and have her face carved in some stone somewhere, never to be forgotten. Along with that, she dreams of performing in front of all five Kages and Daimiyos, only to have them all cheer for her success, accompanied by fireworks and the likes.
As for fears, she's terrified of failing, to the point of of breaking down in depression if she feels as though things have not gone her way during a performance. She is scared of never being remembered positively, or even worse, at all.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Sporadic and deceiving are what define her capabilities in the field or even in sparring in general. Aoi does not use brutal force nor does she cautiously wait for her prey, she seizes any initiative to pull off a very specific stunt. She considers her battles a performance, and it must be perfect, meaning every move must be executed correctly. She tends to stage her moves and perform multiple magic tricks to deceiver her opponents as she lays her trap. She combines speed, agility and craftiness to kill her prey before it can even show its trump card.
【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】
Bloodline limit name:
Mucus Surprise
Description:
Although not a true bloodline limit, very few in the world are able to master this ability. Essentially it requires initiation from birth and at least an affinity to water, thus it can be classed as a form of Hiden. Rare societies such as the Don Maquia troupe have maintained its secrets. Basically, it enables the wielder to turn their chakra into different form of oozing mucus that can take the form of different imagined objects and have the properties of things such as rubber or gum. The possibilities are quite huge but the product coming from it is thick liquid-like substance that almost always sticks.
Strengths:
Generally it keeps the properties of rubber and gum, making it not only dangerously adhesive but strongly resistant to kinetic force coming from blunt strikes. When used as a medium to trap others, it is surprisingly lethal and effective. Strongly resistant to burns.
Weaknesses:
Generally easy to cut through depending on the mass and density, which only require extra strength put into cuts. Those with superior physical strength can resist the stickiness to a great extent, even break it under conditions.
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
B rank techniques:
C rank techniques:
Water Release: Starch Syrup Capturing Field
D-E rank techniques:
Water Release: Hiding in Water Technique
Water Release: Hiding in Rain Technique
*Basic Jutsu
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Gooey Bungee
Rank:
A
Range:
From 0 to 80 meters to apply it, maintained in over 200 meters
Description:
A transparent strand of mucus is created from her body and can be released from any point she desires. The strand itself can have one end stuck against a target she had contact with as much as she can have it latch onto something from a distance (by pointing at it or something similar). While being transparent, it has little to no texture and can barely be felt if touching the skin due to its lack of smell, taste or consistency. This mucus, however, is dangerous for many reasons. It can contract and release whenever Aoi desires (its her chakra after all), the contraction being exceptionally powerful like a form of 'super-rubber', allowing her to pull our push relatively heavy thing by simply connecting the strand to her index finger. The strength and weight of the target will determine the amount of chakra is demands for the contraction strength. She can also transfer it from her finger to say another target and have it contact, causing one or both the targets to be pulled and hit each other. She can use up to fifteen at once. They can be easily cut, however they do not vanish, making them susceptible to being reattached at any moment. Ripping it off would be logical, however if it was to contract, it would be relatively futile.
On lighter objects, it can tighten itself to a point where it can act like a chakra thread, manipulating said smaller objects at will, though that doesn't mean she can be as precise as a puppet master.
Jutsu name:
Unexpected Reveal: Jellyfish Sting!
Rank:
A
Range:
Contact
Description:
A technique developed during the time when Aoi was under evaluation for "Jonin confirmation". Given the lack of examination, she was put under Katsu Hyuuga's care for testing. Forming a type of student - teacher bond, they grew accustomed to each other's abilities and were able to create this technique. Utilizing the same principles as the soft fist fighting style, Aoi either uses the tip of her fingers or the pointed knuckles of her major fingers to "spray" raw mucus chakra. Unlike Hyuuga, she cannot pinpoint it on either tenketsu or on organs to have a result, but she can have the raw chakra pierce through armor (still requires contact) and flesh and have it take solid form a second later. The result is mucus chakra clogging primarily the nervous system and somewhat of the chakra system (mostly efficient on members).
If hitting an arm for instance, the nervous messages from let's say the elbow if hit there down to the hands will be blocked, essentially paralyzing the forearm. With the body, hitting the abdomen or the chest strongly reduces mobility to the point where coordination is difficult (members remain normal), the more it is hit the more one will feel exhausted. If the spine, neck or head are hit, they are instantly paralyzed. No matter where, the effects of each hit lasts for two posts. They are also very easy to counter with a strong punch considering Aoi's poor strength, making it an ability extremely efficient but ridiculously risky.
Jutsu name:
Mister Spodes!
Rank:
B
Range:
Can reach up to 20 meters (tentacles)
Description:
Using the same cloth as Abra Kadabra, Aoi twists and turns the handkerchief with blinding speed (such as a clown making a balloon animal) until it forms a hollow Octopus with a ^0^ face. It would only be when she tosses it while doing the Ram seal that it suddenly gets filled with a mass of mucus in it. It becomes about 2 feet in height and holds eight tentacles likes a regular octopus. They aren't very mobile and are generally very slow, however their tentacles extend rather quickly and can catch someone off guard. The mucus in the tentacles serves as a form of suction cup that keeps what it captures stuck in a tight bind similar to Gooey Surprise (with same limits). The Mister Spodes can easily glues themselves to the ground to prevent enemies from dragging them, essentially making them very useful seals to non-superhuman fighters. They die when their head it damaged (to the point where it leaks). Aoi can make up to four of them per fight and they can also be used as body replacement dummies. They also have a very eerie tendency to wail 'Boyoyoyoyo' quite often, no one knows how this is possible.
Jutsu name:
Gooey Replica!
Rank:
B
Range:
Self, Clone technique
Description:
Essentially shadow clone technique applied on mucus. The clones are composed of strange, green mucus and are able to move like regular people. They can also use mucus abilities with half the power of the original (in exception to techniques higher in rank than this one). When they die, they explode into a heavy mass of mucus that sticks onto anything around them, hence their use as suicide bombers to hinder the movements of an opponent. Up to four can be made per fight
Jutsu name:
Abra Kadabra!
Rank:
B
Range:
Contact
Description:
By wielding a cloth the size of her forearm, she can apply a slight variation of the Generic Sealing Technique an have it work as a magician's cloth. The cloth itself is used to make objects warp to a storage where they can be solicited at will. The goal of this cloth is to wrap around objects (completely or partially depending on the size), whether they are the opponent's or her own and apply to generic sealing to have them stored elsewhere. This makes it appear as though she made the object vanish. Subsequently, the object is unavailable until the cloth is taken from her (as it gains priority over other summonings). If the cloth is stolen, and touched by anyone else, anything it recently contained is released in one go.
Jutsu name:
Gooey Surprise!
Rank:
C
Range:
Close, in person.
Description:
A much more developed variation of the transformation technique. Indeed, the user covers themselves with a gooey layer of mucus capable of taking different shapes and sizes, colors and textures. The mucus is highly adhesive though, enough to make it act like quicksand: The more there's resistance, the deeper it gets, though it cannot be that deep because of Aoi's thin figure. It is very useful for trapping though not too specialized in hand to hand combat. Those specialized can use their techniques to break free with relative ease, though it doesn't mean that they're immune to the immediate effects. It doesn't give immunity to heat either, though it does slightly reduce overall damage, along with any other type of damage really.
Jutsu name:
Snot danger parade!
Rank:
C
Range:
Varies, close to medium usually.
Description:
By either using a specific hand sign or inhaling things like pepper, Aoi sneezes large mucus bubbles capable of swallowing more than one individual. The larger that it can get would be as large as a horse. Those trapped inside can easily pop it, however it would result in the bubble imploding, not only causing strong pressure to hit their bodies, rendering most to a rather confused and head aching state, while being covering in dense mucus stuck on the ground. This also causes smaller, human size bubbles to take shape. If the popping is made from outside, the explosion is general and hits everyone except those inside.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
White Cloth
Weapon, tool or object type:
Jutsu related item
Description:
The Cloth used of Abra Kadabra! It is entirely white but holds an invisible seal serving as a generic sealing. Aoi can make random objects (weapons, smoke bombs, all that stuff, even doves) appear out of her sleeve using that same seal, making it appear like a magic trick.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Magic Cards
Weapon, tool or object type:
Cutting weapon
Description:
A set of playing cards forged to be as sharp as a kunai, however lighter and more malleable. They are easier to use but weak in one on one blade fights as their small weight makes them easy to break through. They are perfect for assassination and tactically placed hits, however.
“Deleting.”
Junshiro's appearance is easily misleading as it always leaves individuals wondering if its designed to be female or male, let alone if they're even aware if its a robot or not. Its face is more or less flawless and gives off more feminine features than masculine, his is enhanced with its 'middle ground' voice, sound like a female with a low voice but a male with a not-so low voice. It keeps its hair short to maintain that illusion of sex ambiguity.
It ever shows what's behind its clothes, and often refers to tight, black clothing with a turtle neck alone with black jeans. They're said to be its' favorite type of clothing for operations as they blend well in the night with its dark black hair. It keeps it simple and doesn't have a huge thing for fashion. Behind the clothes, well, its body is not like the norm. It has two metal plating on the chest as shield to defend the most vital of organs, which its body structure resembles that of a female more than a male: Larger hips, smaller shoulder width and so on.
Measuring 5'9" and being rather thin as an individual, it doesn't have a hard time blending in as the average Joe, staying extremely inconspicuous in large populations. It does however have one fault, and its the perpetual bags under its eyes, now not a flaw, but a trait that can possibly distinguish it from the rest.
Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
National Caretaker 4 (N.C.4)
【Alias】
Junshiro
【Age】
16
【Sex】
Androgynous
【Birthplace】
11th Corp - Konoha
【Bloodline】
N/A
【Rank】
Chūnin - Prodigy
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
One could easily compare N.C.4 to the Terminator with its completely emotionless expression and monotone voice. Indeed, it appears to be entirely aloof to almost any situation at hand, no matter how exciting or terrifying it might be. It is devoid of emotions, or at least its been born with strong cerebral damage to the area that processes emotions, making it very difficult for it to understand them, let alone feel them. But it isn't impossible.
An example of it actually behaving like a human is its unquenchable curiosity, often pushing it to obsession when it is fixated on something. And this can go in any way possible: As far as uncovering the inner workings of an underground organization or simply want color socks its client would be wearing that day. It can also have a random burst of emotion, often when confronted to something that fascinates it. She expresses that by a random and extremely unnerving giggle before licking its lips.
However when someone is going to interact with it, chances are its going to disregard any form of social norm and expose various known and observable facts about its interlocutor and make conclusions off them, often being negative ones. It seems to have a desire to debunk the most confident of individuals with that type of react, exposing all their flaws so they would have their bubble burst. It won't hesitate to offer a demonstrative spar to expose these flaws. That said, it some how manages to get cocky itself in these scenarios, often performing unnecessary actions for reasons only known to it. This has caused it to lose fights before.
【History】
N.C.4's story begins after the end of Pain's invasion. Konoha is in ruins and its lack of military power has gotten quite obvious to multiple individuals relying on the Root organization to keep their investments safe. With the death of Danzo Shomura, renovation was needed and new plans were made to have an adequate defense against future attacks from sure intimidating foes. Plus, the dehumanizing process of Root was nearing the scandal it was inevitably heading for, prompting even more the demand for such an efficient and cost effective substitute.
The aftermath of the Pain invasion left few to analyze, but one Pain body remained that was much different from the others: The Asura Path. It has a very specific structure that allowed it to fuse machine and organs in perfect harmony via the power of the Rinnegan. Multiple theories from great minds emerged and this endeavor to reach the perfect shinobi became a possibility. However Root would quickly meet its downfall and the project would be under suspension until further notice.
Then came the 11th Squad. Various details about the project remain hidden, even to the Hokage, but what must be known is that at least 7 prototypes exist, and N.C.4 (the fourth prototype) is the only final product capable of efficient field work as of yet. It is said that its success rate is 100%, as it holds no true pride nor empathy for others and focuses entirely on the mission. Scum for nowadays shinobi, but the perfect operative for the type of work given by the very ambiguous 11th Corp. The existence of such a being raises doubts on the supposedly much enhanced ethics of the Corp compared to Root. But the political lobby behind it is currently too big to bring about a thorough investigation.
【Family ties】
Being a being like no other and having lived in the 11th Corp its entire existence, it doesn't have a true "family".
Saburo Uchiha | Colleague | 18, Irrelevant location, Ridiculous partner in the 11th Corp and a frequent sparring dummy. His Sharingan is one of the reasons why N.C.4 is so adaptable to other opponents.
【Dreams and fears】
It must first understand these two concepts for itself before developing an identity toward these.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
As one would expect, N.C.4 behaves by using complete rationality and will not execute a plan without being in agreement with the probabilities it shows. It is however extremely relentless and has ever shown a hint of hesitation, exploiting any possible weakness it can find. Though in execution, it often relies on keeping almost the exact same distance between it and its foes, averaging from 20 to 30 meters.
Because of its strong ability to learn and its upbringing in the 11th corp, it seems capable of adapting to any other fighting style with ease, going as far as to copy various position to destabilize the foes. It will also often use speech to attempt and affect the psyche of its opponent, acting on what it can observe to make effective deductions on their composure and motives. To pinpoint exactly what this being will do in every fight before it happens is a maddening job, however.
【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】
Bloodline limit name:
Asura Project
Description:
A project first conceived at the ends of the ROOT organization and now finished under the 11th Corp. The idea of creating the perfect shinobi by basing it off the remains of the Asura path left during Pain's invasion was finally a success. The concept of such a creation relies on fusing machine with human, however the program is far from being perfect, it ha created multiple prototypes, notably N.C.4, the only one adequate for field work.
These beings are mostly organic, however multiple organs, including the brain, have been either replaced or enhanced by a mechanical upgrade. They naturally have a large weight than the average, and it entails superior strength than the normal. They forearms and forelegs are both enhanced by metal muscles to protect these members. They have a ridiculously high tolerance to pain and know full well how to react when damaged to specific spots.
They ability to analyze is possibly the best attribute they wield, having the power to take on a large amount of information, they are greatly reliable when it comes to treating information. It doesn't mean they can analyze anything at super speeds and copy the sharingan, but they can easily assess the situation. Added to that is they ability to simulate thermal and X-ray vision, chakra vision being too complex for this version of the Project. And yes their bodies have the same weakness as humans otherwise.
Strengths:
Generally superior boost, powerful learning capabilities and extremely high endurance in battle.
Weaknesses:
Inability to learn beyond their two elements. Damage from Lightning attacks to the main body will disable them for a certain period of time depending on the damage.
【Ninja techniques】
B rank techniques:
iBomb
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Cleansing Protocol
Rank:
A
Range:
Varies upon usage
Description:
Akin to the Murderous Grasp, the user of Cleansing Protocol is capable of releasing metal wires from both their fingers and the tip of their feet/shoes and manipulate them into various forms. Here the chakra applied is Lightning, which functions like chakra flow on a blade, enhancing the wire's cutting ability while stiffening the construct when manipulated into a specific way. The cutting power can go up to cutting steel, though it can easily be fought back by using a blade (with enough skill, otherwise it breaks quickly) or an enhanced cutting weapons or defensive object.
Although they have a long reach, the longer the enhanced wire, the easier it is to halt the progression of the wire by just blocking a specific spot, like blocking a blade. However the smaller it is, the stronger the force applied will be. When enhanced, the wires are quite easy to see being a bright blue color and easy to predict from long range. Oppositely, the closer one is, the harder they are to predict, but in exchange the amount of moves the user can make is limited due to small manipulation space.
Jutsu name:
Trojan Horse
Rank:
A
Range:
N/A
Description:
Essentially a clone made of metal wires, knitted in blinding speeds, almost as fast as the normal formation of a shadow clone. This clone has the particularity of only being able to be formed once every 24h, but in exchange it gives a large amount of benefits. To start off, it's made of metal and is much heavier than its robotic user, making it unable to jump (it can however run in normal speeds) and its large movements are slower. However they look and have exactly the same traits as N.C.4, to the point where no dojutsu can distinguish it from the original.
It is able to use to a slower and weaker extent the Cleansing Protocol, but it remains much more predictable and easily blocked. However it has the capability of using itself or the original as a form of puppet, though it is mostly used as the puppet (it still acts like a clone but has the ability to react to things it can't see thanks to its manipulator).
It's biggest advantage is the fact that, despite it being unable to user any other type of jutsu, it doesn't dissipate from simple damage: Decapitation, strong blunt hits, dismemberment barely work and it can act without its head (though it will be slowed down). It can only be destroyed by completely destroying its structure (ie, fitting a strong bomb inside of it or a large fire attack, possibilities are endless).
Jutsu name:
Compatibility Check
Rank:
B
Range:
Personal
Description:
A strong Genjutsu countermeasure, applied when Fujitora was integrated in the Konoha's ranks. The ability is simple and doesn't make one immune to anything. However, it does work in a way that N.C.4's brain is almost divided into "two different organs". More precisely, the receptors of sound connected to the ear are not connected to the same "brain" as sight, meaning that sound based genjutsu will not affect the robot's vision, and visual based will not affect its hearing. As such, it is a lot easier for it to recognize genjutsu and pinpoint itself using this feature. It doesn't work with other senses as of now.
Jutsu name:
Reassembly
Rank:
B
Range:
Personal, contact
Description:
The best way to describe its process would be this. The process is very simple, N.C.4 focuses strongly on a wound, often a stump or a large one and manipulates its chakra to have a specific, thin stitch wire pierce the target's flesh. Then commences the magic, all muscles, nerves, and skin are reattached to nearly 100%. This healing ability is extremely impractical in the heat of battle as it requires the bot's entire focus, but it also consumes a large amount of its chakra, making it not only nearly incompatible in fights but also too taxing. The average time it takes to restore a severed limb would be about 2 minutes.
Jutsu name:
Cookies
Rank:
B
Range:
200m
Description:
N.C.4 releases from its shoulders four small drones, the size of a chick, the shape of fireflies. They scatter under the hivemind of the robot and act as trackers to the nearby area. They are capable of using thermal vision. They essentially relay information the same way the Pain bodies had shared vision. They are easily destroyed and make a strong buzzing sound. Beyond 200m they can't relay information.
Jutsu name:
Wireless Connection
Rank:
C
Range:
Close - Mid range
Description:
Another name for this ability can be "Wire bullets". Simply put, it's a wire balled up into a ball and shot through N.C.4's fingers like a bullet, going as fast as one too (ninja reflexes yo). They have no piercing power and are purely blunt, though they give nasty bruises. They quite useful when shot at the legs of people running around as the knockback is quite fierce. Three hand seals are needed for a volley of ten shots. They can easily be cut or destroyed with a counter.
Jutsu name:
Path Finding
Rank:
C
Range:
Personal
Description:
This technique can only be used two meters from the ground. It essentially uses wind chakra to create a small platform so the user can maneuver around. It is produced by small propellers at N.C.4's feet that release streams of air filled with wind chakra.
Jutsu name:
Extension Cords
Rank:
C
Range:
5m - 50m
Description:
There are two version to this ability, the first being five thick, steel cords coming out of the user's forearm to bind a victim in a strong bind. The strength is akin to a small boa constricting them. The second version is the user's hand being shot like a grapple onto something and either pulling that thing or itself.
Jutsu name:
Power Battery
Rank:
C
Range:
Contact
Description:
A wave of lighting chakra released when in contact with either the cords or N.C.4's grip. The shock is strong enough to paralyze an elephant, but it is non-lethal. It can only maintain paralyzed if contact is maintained.
“Family is the only true refuge we have in this world, Aya.”
Standing at an impressive 6'3", Fujitora can be simply intimidating by his physical composure. Built perfectly for his aggressive fighting style, his muscles are clearly at peak condition. He shares the same type of blonde hair as his sister with bright green eyes. Another similarity is his pale white skin, a typical trait for those from Ame due to the weather conditions there. In general, his body reflects the image of a perfectly healthy adult male despite his horrible smoking habits.
Speaking of smoking, his chain smoking makes cigarettes practically a staple to his every day appearance, changing only for the sake of completing a certain mission. His expression goes well with it, he's often seen pretty bored or tired when he's outside heading for work, but he does hold one of the most illuminating smiles one could see in their lives. It would be no surprise that he's a womanizer with his facial attributes, as they translate just enough about his intentions to get the attention of women.
As for clothes, he's often seen wearing a brown coat with blue or black jeans depending on his morning mood. He's also used to dressing classy but as a Jonin commander that doesn't go well too often. At work or during a mission he's not wearing the typical flack jacket but rather a completely white trench coat coupled with white, baggy pants. They are optimal for hiding weapons and concealing certain aspects about his body. He also wears gloves quite frequently, at work or not.
Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Fujitora Choko
【Alias】
The Overseer
【Age】
37
【Sex】
Male
【Sexuality】
Heterosexual
【Birthplace】
Amegakure
【Bloodline】
Choko, a name now redeemed
【Rank】
Jonin Commander (former)
Head Master of the 11th Corp
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Fujitora is a man who completely comprehends and applies the concept of separating work life and personal life, to the point of being nearly two entirely different people in both instances. On the one hand, he's a jolly blonde guy always making really BAD jokes with his colleagues and friends and making a fool out of himself with his lack of charisma. Though he lacks personal charisma, he still keeps a friendly and appeasing aura that encourages others to follow what he says and never cast him aside, something many leaders lack these days. He's however prone to a lot of jokes and free mockery, but he's always a sport regarding those and rarely says anything offending.
On the other hand, when it comes to work, he's a firm believer of discipline and has zero tolerance of defiance and selfishness from his underlings. He holds titles at heart, whether it is mister or san, as long as positions of power and respect are understood, he will respect the others equally. He would not blink an eye if he were to ruin someone's career if they were to disobey his rules, a merciless trait one could see in him when he's interrogating a suspect. He shows no pity, and goes by the rules. This kind of behavior is more or less translated in fights. He doesn't hesitate, ever, when fighting a target, but will purposely do things out of character in order to achieve his goals. Being a firm believer in prepared strikes and gaining as much intelligence as possible before a fight, his Fission ability corresponds perfectly to the type of man he is on duty.
Deep down, however, he is a very sensitive man prone to emotion. His pride and professionalism usually hides this, save for anger that he controls at this moment to increase his efficiency. He holds grudges quite easily and can break down in situations that could be crucial if he were to learn of something disconcerting enough. His family is particularly important to him, especially after the recent hardships that had happened, he's often stressed to know his sister is still exposed to fights and such.
【History】
Born in the warming Choko household, Fujitora was destined to be the successor of Choko & Fu Inc., having been looked up to by his father ever since he could talk. His father was convinced that he'd be the genius to revolutionize the industry and affirm the Choko name as one of the most influential in the world. He attended specialized private schools as he was 6, being in one of those fancy, elitist schools that cost a fortune and only a handful could afford. It would be at the age of 9, nearing his 10 years old, that his sister would come to this earth. This kind of pregnancy wasn't new to him, however, for at the age of 7 his parents had attempted to conceive another child, but it came out stillborn, discouraging them for at least a year. But finally, Ayame came to this world.
While his sister was enjoying diapers and eating off a little spoon, he enrolled in the general shinobi academy. One would think he'd immediately hit a specialized school for business and administration, but a his father and grandfather did, being part of the shinobi, a military organization, leads to being disciplined and acquiring coordination know hows the majority lack in the business world. As so, Fujitora oriented his efforts into becoming a proud shinobi to please his father. Sure he wasn't the best, but he managed to get through it without any real struggles, unlike his sister. Graduating proved an extent of his capabilities, but he'd be then tasked to handle workload in tandem with Genin missions. It proved hard and unnecessary the first year but he grew accustomed to the huge amount of efforts he had to invest. Plus as the years went on, Ame became less and less active in a military perspective, effectively making the shinobi job much less painful. It'd be at the rank of Chuunin, age 16, that he'd put aside most of his Shinobi life to dedicate himself to his work. At that time, his sister hit the same kind of school as he did. Despite his work load, he developed an amusing need in taking care of her while his parents were often away to handle external affairs of the company.
In his twenties he'd get the real dose of the world of business. Frauds, treason, greed, killings, etc. He began to become misanthropist, looking at the world as garbage that simply doesn't deserve his pity or effort to make it better. But he did consider one thing to be absolutely pure: His family. The only people he wouldn't owe anything to, unlike the banks, those who would never kill you in your sleep, unlike his associates, those who would display indiscriminate love and gratitude, unlike the rest of the world. It essentially saved him from hating pretty much anything. Aged 24 he got married fairly early to a fellow student he knew back before the chuunin exams. It only lasted two years though as his mother passed away, affecting him greatly to the point of falling in a circle of self pity and anger. It drove his wife away and brought in divorce. He didn't care as much, however, as he had his family. The company fell quickly after after a gargantuan rise in prices and technology advancing too quickly. Amegakure was no longer potable, and so they'd have to migrate their remaining skills where it was needed: Konoha.
With his experience Fujitora was easily Jonin. Konoha recognized as much from a foreigner anyway. The positive thing was that they had a home, rankings mattered little to him at this point. But it became obvious that living off simple Jonin salary wouldn't be enough to restore their former glory. He needed to be stronger, better, despite having very little advantage in chakra affinity. For three years, he trained five hours a day, six days a week, on a nearby mountain, pushing himself into near insane limits. He had time to do so with his job that required a lot less work than the lower ranks. After extensive and insane endeavors to reach an unsure goal, he hit the point of the "Divine Blood", a power so dangerous in tandem with everything he had developed that the Hokage recognized it.
His current position is due to many factors: His current power, his experience at the head of a company and his overall ability to discipline himself and those around him.
【Family ties】
Family holds a very big importance in Fujitora's person. Having lived in a world of business and the ambition of taking over the family business, he came the realize the true darkness this world holds. As such it is considered a rare and singular jewel that he values more than human life itself.
Akinero Choko | Father | 61, Konohagakure, retired. Lives in an apartment of his own where he plays a lot of chess with neighbors.
Mori Choko | Mother | 53, Amegakure, deceased. Rests in a tomb on the Amegakure graveyard, which is adorned with a large tombstone.
Ayame Choko | Sister | 26, Konohagakure, Hokage Assistant, Fujitora's best friend and refuge from this cruel world.
【Dreams and fears】
Fujitora's goals are unclear, having lost his family's business, he oriented himself toward becoming a high level shinobi, which he achieved. He claims to want to bring back a similar company and redeem the family name as a wealthy, highly influential one. He mainly goes with the flow, usually following what his younger sister follows, this being world peace. A common endeavor, sure, but with the position he holds he actually has a bit of weight in this perspective.
He fears losing someone as important as his mother. Just as he is afraid of death, his death. He is also scared of talking about his family's downfall in terms of success as it fills him with insecurities. He's also a bit of a control freak.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Fujitora uses a specific fighting style revolving around a 'controlled' brute force. Being prone to rage by having little patience, he uses it to his advantage by making himself more violent all the while following the tactics he had prepared. This is seen by the contrast in his arsenal between brute-like enhancement abilities and his hallucinogen-like genjutsu he applies. These abilities are simple but extremely difficult to follow because of his aggressive style to play. Nonetheless, despite all the intelligence related and hypnotic effects of his techniques, he's a close and personal brawler, making him the perfect candidate to tag team with his sister, Ayame. They are considered nearly unbeatable in a tag team.
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
B rank techniques:
C rank techniques:
Chakra enhanced Strength
D-E rank techniques:
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Heavenly Guide: Divine Blood
Rank:
S
Range:
Personal and contact
Description:
This technique is Fujitora's unique trump card and revolves around making him a merciless juggernaut in combat. It essentially functions as an armor similar to earth spear, turning the affected skin AND muscles of the user and turning them into a material stronger than steel. The big difference between it and similar elemental powers would be its complete elemental neutrality, essentially making it pure Yang. Consequently no element is stronger against this armor than another. The way it is applied can be summarized into three points.
1) Localized application, meaning certain portions of his body are affected by this ability. In most cases it is applied on the entirety of the forearms and maintained this way during most of the fight. Because it is localized and highly controlled, someone of Fujitora's level can consider it barely accountable in terms of chakra consumption. However only two areas can be affected at once (about the size of the forearms) and once the armor is retracted to cover an area, a wait of five seconds (about a post) has to be done in order to apply it again. Needless to say this is a great maneuver to handle pinpoint attacks.
2) General application, contrarily to the localized version, to make the armor general the boar hand seal must be made. The muscle density of Fujitora doubles and covers his entire body with the armor. The defensive capabilities are reduced and exchanged for higher physical damage, essentially making his hits dangerously lethal if not reacted to. General, Area of Effect attacks are not very efficient against him in this form but pinpoint attacking and precision moves easily pierce the armor. The chakra cost to maintain is more considerable than the former.
3) External application, meaning he can apply it to an object or person he touches for a simple chakra cost. The more he needs to coat, the more costly it'll be. As long as he maintains contact on the target, it will not lose the hardened shell and cost little to nothing, however if contact is lost, the effects will dissipate in exactly fifteen seconds (1-2 posts depending on the speed and order of events).
Of course specialty of each user is taken into consideration when evaluating the damage inflicted, such as even localized areas receive superficial scratches from enhanced cutting moves like flying swallow. Elements have a vastly weaker effect than they usually would, of course all the same is applied to them.
Jutsu name:
Heavenly Guide: Infinite Potential
Rank:
A
Range:
Personal
Description:
A really close derivative to the Fission technique (I love this jutsu), it essentially applies the same things on the first hand. When done, both duplicates cannot generalized the Divine Blood and can only localize one part of their body (affecting objects stays the same). But this ability comes with a new catch which increases versatility. Either duplicate is capable of "exploding" into multiple extremely small forms of Fujitora, varying from as small as a man's thumb to even as small as a fruit fly. When divided into such small things, he cannot attack others with anything, they can fly however. There is however a "main" body that cannot become smaller than a thumb and if destroyed, renders most of the tiny duplicates unable to fuse back with Fujitora's full body. This very small "main" body can turn back to normal size after a minute (three posts), before that a single shot can kill it.
Jutsu name:
Heavenly Guide: Sky and Earth
Rank:
A
Range:
Personal and contact
Description:
It is basically weight manipulation without being bound to a specific element. Fujitora can manipulate the weight of his body, or portions, as he pleases. This can also be done on other objects or even living things via contact with the palm of his hand. He can also cause this on things latched on to his body without pressing his palm against them. The effects last a minute (three posts) on external objects. The more weight added or subtracted, the more chakra it will cost.
Jutsu name:
Heavenly Guide: Chosen one
Rank:
A
Range:
Within 150 m
Description:
By fixating a specific target, whether it is living or not, Fujitora is able to 'lock' the target by having a literal target form on it. It is bright red and usually contrasts with other reds, but it is entirely pointless like this. The use of this target is simple, as long as the target is in radius, Fujitora will know perfectly where his target is and distinguish it from its clones or things of the like. It also makes them stand out in supposed concealment jutsu. Genjutsu or mind altering abilities that may befall Fujitora can make this less dangerous. It is only possible to affect one target at a time. Once they come out of the zone, the target vanishes.
Jutsu name:
Demonic Illusion: Topsy Turvy
Rank:
B
Range:
Through smell
Description:
The application of the technique usually comes from Fujitora exhaling smoke from a white cigarette. The smoke itself is harmless, but the aroma captured by the nose, as weak as it can be, applies the genjutsu as if they had snorted some nasty drug. The effects are essentially directions being switched: Left is right, front is back, etc. While they see something coming from the right, it's in reality coming from the left. It can become increasingly difficult when multiple factors come to play and strange angles are solicited.
Jutsu name:
Demonic Illusion: Convulsive Madness
Rank:
B
Range:
The keyword 'Dance'
Description:
Whenever the word 'dance' is uttered by Fujitora, the sound waves are infected with a specific Yin chakra that imbues a strange genjutsu hallucination akin to having spent too much time on idoser. The effects are essentially certain objects and body parts appear smaller or bigger depending on their distance, movements and base size. This is very difficult to understand and even master, Fujitora being well accustomed to such practices can perform only a few movements that he knows will entail a certain visual reaction to the opponent.
Jutsu name:
Demonic Illusion: Decisive Jail
Rank:
B
Range:
Taste and touch
Description:
By exhaling a snow white smoke upon inhaling God knows what in his joint, Fujitora is capable of releasing a large amount of smoke that surrounds the field with a diameter of 100 meters and goes as high as 50 meters, like a dome of smoke. This has no effect and is harmless unless one willingly tries to leave. The smoke is dense and covers about 30 meters in thickness, but the effects only kick in once people walk out of this "jail". Their pores and tongue (when breathing) absorb some of the smoke and they discover the rather sweet taste of it. Quickly effects of addiction are imposed relatively quickly into the body (the drug spread in it is too small in doses to have an effect, hence chakra). This addictive nature makes the body feel more and more pressure as they get away from the sealed arena the smoke created, their body becomes heavier and they generally feel nauseous. Walking out of the thick smoke doesn't remedy one from the effects but leaves the fully vulnerable, if they walk back in the arena like their addicted instincts tell them, the effects wear off almost immediately. This technique can be easily dispelled like any Genjutsu, but it is very easily confused with an actual poison/drug. Wind techniques can create easy exits, though.
Jutsu name:
Heavenly Guide: Spiritual Message
Rank:
B
Range:
100 m radius
Description:
Usually exhaled via a normal cigarette, Fujitora releases a strange nearly invisible powder that pollutes the surrounding area, without any direct effect on anything. In reality it latches on to the chakra surrounding anyone in the area and allows Fujitora to see the chakra emanating from them as if it were more transparent. Through this he can evaluate emotional states and approximate chakra levels. It is particularly useful in interrogations to determine if someone is lying.
Jutsu name:
Heavenly Gate: Statue Clone
Rank:
C
Range:
Close, a meter away
Description:
The Statue clone is a clone that doesn't move, actually doesn't do anything at all. The advantage it gives is that it requires no handseals to make and work as a form of afterimage of Fujitora as he moves, usually taking the stance he had when he made it. The clone is made at the last spot Fujitora stood. Because it is called statue, it is made of a strange, black stone that crumbled easily by most attacks, however it also releases a large amount of smoke, making it an easy shield and distraction.
Jutsu name:
Heaven's Gate: Shotgun Dynamite
Rank:
C
Range:
Close range
Description:
A Taijutsu move using the brute force Fujitora is dangerous for. For it to work, he must perform a direct forward punch after taking a specific stance. The punch will release a wave of pressure that scatters the farther it goes. The close it is, the more it'll hurt and the farther one will be projected. It is non-lethal and can go up to simply breaking ribs. Using it repeatedly physically tires fast, making it much more efficient if use moderately. The same can be used for kicks, though these are usually used to project Fujitora and close distances (or create if he had enough time when close range). Once again, he needs to take a specific stance and duck ever so slightly.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Bamboo Staff
Weapon, tool or object type:
Melee weapon an unconventional use
Description:
It is a simple bamboo like this with little durability and plant-like features. However it can be enhanced by divine blood making it a lethal staff weapon. The most interesting thing about it is the pheromones and drugs implanted in it that can be regulated via a switch. When the drug is plunged into the bamboo it will swiftly grow in lengths, reaching to a maximum of one mile in twenty seconds.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Balled Explosive Tags
Weapon, tool or object type:
Multiple explosive tags put together to make a ball
Description:
Serving as special ammunition for Fujitora, up to five are stocked in the bamboo staff and can be fired at near bullet speed as Fujitora blows in it. Alone they are relatively non-lethal, direct hits could possibly lead to massive damage, but when enhanced by Divine Blood, the shrapnel of the exploding paper becomes a danger that can kill faster than the ten second limit. The bullets explode upon colliding with something.
Weapon, tool or object name:
The Three Pills
Weapon, tool or object type:
Pillz here
Description:
Taking these pills allows allies to be affected by Fujitora's hallucinogen genjutsus, making things a whole lot easier for everyone.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Smokes and lighter
Weapon, tool or object type:
...Smokes and lighter
Description:
The smoke vary from basic cigarettes, to cigars, to custom joints while the lighter is usually an old style Asuma Brand.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Morphine
Weapon, tool or object type:
Pain killer
Description:
It is essentially just morphine, dosed correctly and it nullifies pain in exchange for a loss in general balance, but Fujitora has a resistance allowing him to only lose his balance from time to time. They come in small, compact syringes, the type used at wars for quick fixes for injured soldiers. Thus they can be used to drug the enemy as well, drugging them over the limit and damaging their performance.
NPC Section
【Full Name】
Gozoboro
【Alias】
The Quirk
【Age】
39
【Role】
Underground Tournament Participant
【Personality】
A calm and rather wise individual at first glance, he does his best to make his opponent feel at ease. He'll often give the impression that he isn't as nasty as the other fighters and won't fight to kill, but that is where lies his strength. His sadistic nature is only revealed once he feels it adequate to finish off his opponent, though he'll do it best to leave them in critical condition so he can "examine" them.
【Techniques and Tools】
Puppet Technique
Manipulating Attack Blades
Weapon 1: Gozoboro primarily uses his puppet technique on the Jailer, a robot-like puppet with a complex gearing system and strong steel casing making it a tough weapon to face. Like many puppets it wields multiple blades within its members, but its most notable trait be its ability to make lightning flow in its body and the multiple metal cords it fires from various parts of its body, notably its wrists and waist. Like the Crow, it can disassemble itself and attack from various angles. Every part of the puppet is rigged with a good quantity of explosives as well.
Weapon 2: Both arms and legs of Gozoboro have been replaced with metal, puppet-like replicas after he suffered severe injuries in combat. They are capable of being fired. The arms confer superior strength and can be opened to reveal small missiles that chase the opponent. They also conceal various puppet blades. The legs can have spikes emerge to add damage when kicking and can also utilize feet rockets to propel the Gozobro for a short period of time.
【Others】
A notorious fighter of the underground ring, his tricks however catch most newcomers despite warnings. He is said to be one of the worst monsters to have walked Konoha. He's currently working for a group said to be associated with the great investor Tsurino.
【Full Name】
Kapora
【Alias】
The Counter
【Age】
31
【Role】
Ring fighter
【Personality】
The strong and silent type, he's often seen with his eyes closed, as if he is meditating. However, this is only to contain his huge rage that helps intensify his general strength and brutality. He's especially stubborn and merciless when he's after something he really wants, and in this case he is completely hypnotized by the desire of having that scroll for some reason. He isn't very provocative and barely ever talks in combat.
【Techniques and Tools】
Earth Release: Fist Rock Technique
Strong Fist
Earth release: Earth and Stone Dragon
Special Characteristic: Concealed in his attire is a second pair of arms connected right under his shoulder and can perform just as well as the original pair. They are heavily bulky in muscle and can perform hand seals. However they can't do two technique simultaneously.
Weapon: Spiked chain, a long spiked chain going as far as 90 meters in length is wrapped around his entire arm. It is riddled with small spikes that seem to retract when only touching his flesh. His is highly skilled with it and can easily use it as a whip to capture people and having it wrap around them. It can also be used as a decent shield when wrapped tightly on his arm.
【Others】
A frequent visitor of this tournament, he rarely gets to the finals before leaving however, making this a rare occasion.
【Full Name】
Suzuki
【Alias】
The Temptress
【Age】
27
【Role】
Ring fighter
【Personality】
A typical femme fatale, she's one to attempt to seduce men whenever she can and go for the kill as quick as possible. With women, she's particularly violent however as they are competition. As such, both sexes struggle greatly with her. She's one to taunt and play with her food, but she isn't as sadistic as the rest, she'll only play once her food is nice and tenderized beyond repair. She's rarely intimidated and rather cunning for a thug, displaying great skill in battle and a strong tactical sense. She's one of the few that can potentially cause trouble to the team.
It is important to note that her dignity has not value to her in a fight, and wouldn't mind throwing it away for a win.
【Techniques and Tools】
Lightning Release: False Darkness
Slithering Snake Mode
Soft Physique Modification
Many Hidden Shadow Snake Hands
Shadow Clone Technique
Self-Cursing Seal - Afflicted Through Bite
Summoning: Suzuki keeps a large Boa snaked wrapped around her body and usually keeps the top end of its body around her neck. Unlike the other snakes, this boa is yellow and white in color and is capable of emitting a paralyzing poison that attacks locally (members). The snake itself has a very strong bind and can keep enhanced strengths in a locked position for a short period of time while biting them. It works really well in coordination with its master, usually attacking like a third member when it is least expected and delivering strong blows. It's mouth it big enough to envelope en entire head in it and devour a human instantly.
Suzuki holds the typical stock of Ninja tools as well as three personalized Tanto (see appearance). |
47,678 | 1,294 | 2 | 837 | 2,965 | Chen Chideta
Chen bounced up and down in his seat as he looked out at the rolling waves and the fog that surrounded him. It had been a couple of weeks now since the new Hokage had taken over and it was always raining in Konoha. Chen didn't mind too much, but he definitely liked the change of scenery and on top of that he had never been to Kirigakure before.
'I wonder if they bleed out differently around here. In Konoha they screamed a lot as they bled out, maybe here they just moan quietly. That would be a lot better for my ears.' He thought to himself as he looked at his reflection in the water.
He had been assigned a mission to go help the Kirigakure rebels with the civil war. Chen didn't care too much about the politics of it all, he just really wanted to kill someone. He had been on a tight leash ever since Ayame had become Hokage and he had been getting really antsy around the village. This is the first real mission he's been on in weeks!
The boat stopped at the dock of a small town and Chen hopped off with a smile. Supposedly he was supposed to find a young man with a green cap on and a tattoo on his arm, the tattoo resembled a poorly drawn Angel. Chen looked through the crowd he was in and grinned.
'Gotcha! I wonder how this will play out.' He wondered.
He pushed through the crowd towards the man and grabbed him by the shoulder. The man flinched and his hand darted towards a pouch on his right leg.
"Who would win, the hawk or the fox?" Chen whispered in his ear, the man relaxed when he heard the opening phrase.
"Neither, they would make peace under a cherry blossom tree." Chen let go of the man's shoulder and put his hood.
The man led Chen through a series of alleyways and streets, stopping in a shop every few minutes to browse their stock. Chen was getting antsy as the man looked through the dirty magazine section of a bookstore. When was he gonna get to kill someone? He gave the man a dirty look and walked over to the sci-fi section. After a few minutes the man whistled to get Chen's attention and they left the store.
After an hour of walking around they came to a dead end in an alleyway. The only thing that Chen really noticed was a sewer grate with a purple X written on it in marker. The man lifted it up and motioned for Chen to get in.
"This is disgusting." Chen muttered to himself as he hopped down.
He landed softly on his feet and waited for the man to come down after him. The man climbed down the ladder after setting the sewer grate back in place and hopped down to the floor. Another hour passed as they navigated through the sewers, until they eventually stopped at a camp that was filled with people. Some other guy grabbed his arm and led him to a small waiting room with a few chairs and a table with magazines. He grabbed one of the magazine's and almost immediately put it back down.
'I guess that's why he was looking for magazines.' Chen sighed and stared at the ceiling while he waited for his teammates to show up. | Floodtalon's Chronicles of Chaos
“I have no need for a blade, the wind itself is my blade. But I do like this sword.”
Chen's hair is very blue. People always ask him whether it's natural for his hair to be blue. After giving the person asking a solid beating he will say yes. It is most certainly supposed to be blue and yes he does use conditioner. His eyes are both orange and he has a scar covering his right eye, he covers that with his bangs.
He is about 5"5 in height and He refuses to say how much he weighs. Not that it matters when you have Ninjas like the Akimichi who can pound you into a bloody paste with their fat. Either way he's pretty skinny. He has a tattoo of a wolf on his back and several tattoos of wires surrounding the wolf. He has scars all over his body, but what experienced Ninja doesn't?
He looks like he's maybe 18 years old, but who knows with Ninja? Maybe he's 80?
Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Chen Chideta
【Alias】
The Wild Wind
The Blinding Blade
That One Asshole
【Age】
23
【Sex】
Male
【Sexuality】
Heterosexual
【Birthplace】
Konohagakure
【Bloodline】
Chideta
【Rank】
Chūnin
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
If I were to describe Chen professionally he is a perfectly sane individual. He gave all the right answers to my questions and he is a textbook case of a loyal Konohagakure Ninja. He doesn't show any signs of wanting to defect, nor does he show any want to kill fellow Konohagakure Ninja. He is a model Ninja. This is why I decided to investigate him personally. The results I found were shocking to say the least. I would now describe him as a sociopath with a want, no a need to be stronger. He is rude, constantly annoys and borderline tortures others mentally for fun, talks about killing whenever he gets the chance and is likely to do almost anything in the pursuit of power. He is manipulative and cunning, which for anyone else would be fine. Traits like that in a person like him though, add up to bad news. I can say that he is loyal though and is not likely to betray anyone who he has connected to. But first he needs to make these connections. Please read the paper attached to learn more about my plan to insure loyalty. He seems to be very laidback in social situations and is willing to let others direct the conversation if it is unrelated to battle. He can be classified as an introvert with a INTJ personality. Professionally speaking, I Dr. diagnose Chen Chideta as mentally sound and ready for any missions. Personally I would like to diagnose him as a flight risk with the potential for great harm to Konohagakure.
【History】
When Chen was first born his mother knew he was destined to do great things and that he would affect history in a big way. His mother died shortly later from unknown causes. His father was distant and constantly went on missions leaving Chen with no bonds for the first 6 years of his life. At the age of 7 Chen's father chose to save his teammates life instead of completing the mission which cost Konohagakure a very impose client. Chen's father was disgraced and he committed Seppuku 2 years later leaving Chen with no family.
Chen was put into a orphanage where he quickly withdrew away from other people. He had a normal childhood, he joined the academy at the age of 10 and stayed in the middle of the class grades wise. He probably could've been one of the top students but he realised it would be dumb to reveal his abilities like that. He was a Ninja, not a samurai. If any teacher had really played attention to him, they would've noticed how interested he was in class whenever they talked about killing and fights. A little too much. He delighted in spars and on the final day of the Academy he decided to let loose in his spar. He crippled the child he was up against and made sure that he would never have a career. There was talk of kicking Chen out of the Ninja program but his mother was a major weapons maker and distributor, and Chen had inherited the business. The Council believed that if they kicked him out he would dedicate all of his inheritance to making their lives miserable and would sell to some other Ninja village to spite them. They instead gave him a private Jounin instructor so he couldn't hurt anyone else and so he could be watched. The two of them bonded and Chen knew what it was like to have a father once more. He trained hard under his Jounin instructor and took his first C Rank about 2 months later. It was a routine escort mission to the City of Waves, or it was supposed to be anyways. They were ambushed by several Nuke-Nin who were hired to kill their client. The Jounin was massacred and Chen was critically injured. He was found by passing civilians and taken to the hospital. He awoke a week later and pledged to become strong enough to never let anyone take away his precious people again. He trained for 4 years and was promoted to Chunin at the age of 18.
【Family ties】
Chen had no family for most of his childhood and at the age of 8 lost his only family. He had no real connection to his father so he didn't care too much when he died.
Guang Chideta| Father | 36, N/A, Chunin
Wan Chideta| Mother | 34, N/A, Shop Owner
【Dreams and fears】
Chen dreams of being stronger than everyone else so he can protect his precious people. He also dreams of gaining precious people. He fears letting people down and letting his friends die. Other than that he has no real aspirations.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Chen uses Futon Ninjutsu and Kenjutsu in tandem with one another. He will blow his opponents away, kick up large clouds of dust to use as cover, and is an expert in inflicting really painful injuries. Not even threatening injuries, just painful and distracting injuries. Chen can hold his own in an extended encounter but he can't let his opponent pressure him and get too close. He's more of a hit and run fighter.
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
Wind Release: Dust Cloud Technique
B rank techniques:
Wind Release: Vacuum Sphere
Wind Release: Gale Palm
Wind Release: Verdant Mountain Gale
C rank techniques:
Wind Release: Spiraling Wind Ball
Flame Release: Flame Bullet.
Water Release: Gunshot.
Wind Release: Great Breakthrough
D-E rank techniques:
Knows basic jutsus required to pass.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Harikēnbureido
Weapon, tool or object type:
Katana
Description:
Harikēnbureido is a katana made out of Chakra Metal, which allows it to channel Wind Natured chakra without breaking. It is 23 inches long and has no handguard. The handle is wrapped in bandages which can be unraveled to use as emergency medical supplies. The handle itself is quite ornate and has the kanji for wind on the bottom of it. |
47,679 | 1,294 | 3 | 1,787 | 2,152 | Yamato Minamoru, “Young Master”
“Watashi wa Kami, I am God.”
Yamato had left a bit later than he normally would've due to some troubles at home. His father had suddenly sent over large quantities of furniture despite Yamato never having asked for it, surely an attempt to appease him into not going to Kirigakure and risking his life. However, Yamato had told him long ago, he didn't want any help, certainly not monetary. The furniture was, therefore, ofcourse sent back. However the whole ordeal had lasted him throughout the entire morning that fateful day, meaning he had left slightly behind schedule. Normally he'd just up his speed a bit until he figured he had caught up, but then again they were going into Kirigakure, a warzone. This wasn't a mission like Zeno would've given him, a 'peacekeeping' mission. This was full blown civil war. And now that Konohagakure had started backing the Kirigakure rebels, well, there was only one way this was going to end. The Mizukage would be overthrown if the other kage didn't interfere. Retaliations from their side had been small for now - after all, they were still trapped inside the idea of peace, and were forced to think within it's borders. Konohagakure had broken free from that. There were no limits placed on their limbs.
With a heavy thud he landed on the wooden docks, seeing the boat leave just before him. His expression didn't give away his annoyance, which was growing, especially since he could make out what was Aoi on that boat. Damn. She'd be there before he was - easily. And knowing Aoi.. she probably would remind him of that a few times before he'd convince her that he didn't care. He shook his head as he sat down on the edge of the docks, looking into the sea for a bit until the next boat would leave. This one was much more ramshackle, a fishing boat would probably be better than this floating turd Yamato silently thought to himself. When the boat had docked, he had noticed what looked like refugees getting off, seemingly happy to get out of that warzone. It felt strange to enter the same boat, which would carry him towards the warzone.
The reason Yamato, Tsukiko and Aoi, as well as a mystery jonin would travel to the location on their own had something to do with orders to remain unseen for the time being. They were for that reason not part of the main force, but rather acted independently as a smaller cell until the time was right for them to join the main body of the Konohagakure relieving forces. 'Relieving' because they'd be relieving pressure of of the rebels.
Yamato would encroach himself in his thoughts as he leaned on the railing of the boat, which he swore was about to fall apart. That is, until the hit land. Yamato nearly got thrown off his feet at the speed the boat attempted to 'dock'. Once he had stabilized himself he shot an angry glare at the steersman, who seemed to not give a damn at all. To avoid further annoyance Yamato got off the boat, onto the docks, looking around a bit to see if he could see either Aoi or Tsukiko. Or the mystery jonin.. well, there was little chance he'd recognise them. Aoi seemed long gone, and Tsukiko was also nowhere to be seen. Atleast, that's just Yamato's eyes. He knew full well there was a large chance she was simply watching him for no reason. She would claim it was because of her trapping skills and all that blabla.. Yamato was quite sure she was just a stalker. A weird one, at that. Thinking of that, that brought him back to the time he had surprised her when she went shopping and saw her in her 'normal' clothes. He could've sworn she was a normal person at times. While he laughed silently on the inside, his expression remained that what it had always been - stoical and unmoving. Tsukiko though.. being a normal person? Nah. While Yamato was still the asshole he used to be, and the asshole Tsukiko had grown familiar with during their first mission, he had grown to respect the woman a bit more. Maybe he was getting more mature. Or maybe her rise in power after becoming Jonin Commander was something he deemed respect worthy.. who'd know.
Finally he spotted someone that looked familiar - to a degree - as he fit the description of the rebels. Red armband. Seemed right. Yamato approached the person, unaware that he was supposed to give up a codename. The person with the red armband simply greeted him and headed out. It seemed he was the same kind of person Yamato was - one that didn't care about words when they didn't need to be spoken. Besides, what was there to speak about? He didn't know this guy, and he didn't know Yamato. All that could be said was, isn't the weather nice? The answer was clear - maybe it was nice, but the fact that Kirigakure was in a civil war overshadowed that. It was pressing, but then again, this wasn't Konohagakure, and there was almost no Minamoru presence here. Reijo made sure to evacuate them when shit hit the fan. There was little here for Yamato, other than glory and honour. And that was exactly why he was here. To make a name for himself. Who knows, perhaps he would even become so famed that he'd become known throughout the shinobi world. That'd be quite something, a nickname of his own that he'd earned through bloodshed.
It wouldn't take too long before they arrived at another boat. “.. another boat.” he said to the guy escorting him. The guy looked back and nodded. “Yes. We like boats.” he said. Yamato squinted his eyes, unable to process if the man was making a joke or just stating the truth blandly. Whichever it was.. he'd soon find out that there was a truth to what the man said. As they were boating for what seemed barely 15 minutes they came upon a rather large fleet. Maneuvering through the many smaller boats, which seemed to be barracks, and all other kinds of military used buildings, as well as civilian housing for refugees and the like, there was a larger boat that stood out. The command center, Yamato figured out relatively quick. He was dropped off there and showed to the room that Aoi was in as well. He walked in and raised a hand at her. “Hello.” he said stoically, sitting down somewhere in the area without entering Aoi's space too much. He decided quickly that he'd have to make some sort of conversation, he was gonna have to rely on Aoi for longer periods of time from now on. This wasn't a standard mission, not a 'one day trip' where you would only need to watch out for the others for a day. This conflict could technically last months or years. He needed to trust Aoi if it came down to it. “How was your trip? And have you seen Tsukiko around?” | Base character sheet below.
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【Full Name】
Character name
【Alias】
Nicknames and/or callsigns
【Age】
14+
【Sex】
Male/female/?
【Sexuality】
Self explanatory
【Birthplace】
Can be any village, canon preferably.
【Bloodline】
What bloodline is your character from?
【Rank】
Chūnin, unless permission was given for something else
Psych. report.
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【Personality】
How would your character behave? Ticks, behaviour in positive situations, neutral situations or negative situations, behavior in emotional situations?
【History】
How does the characters history relate to personality? General history to be told here as well. Can be organised into childhood years (0 to 6), base school years (6 to 10-14, depending on graduation year) and highschool years (10-14 to 14-18).
【Family ties】
Describe shortly what type of family your character grew up in, how the ties were and how this influenced him. After that fill in form below, for all family members of importance, living or dead.
Name | Relationship to character | Age, living place, profession and additional info
【Dreams and fears】
What does your character dream of achieving, and what does he fear in life? What are his hopes? Imagine this being extracted by a shinobi, what would he see?
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Describe shortly what your characters fighting style is.
【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】
Bloodline limit name:
'Sharingan' or 'Byakugan' or something fictional you made yourself.
Description:
Explain what the technique does, how it works and what the manifested kekkei genkai looks like both in use, and outside of use. For example, the sharingan in battle shows through tomoe in the eye. The byakugan manifests itself through white eyes. Not neccesarily limited to vision/eye based, such as the bone bloodline limit Kimimaro uses. Pretty obvious manifestations.
Strengths:
Describe your kekkei genkai's strengths here, what is it effective against? What is it power at currently?
Weaknesses:
Describe how your kekkei genkai can be overcome, advertently or inadvertently. Be reasonable.
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
Name no jutsu here.
B rank techniques:
Name no jutsu here.
C rank techniques:
Name no jutsu here.
D-E rank techniques:
Name no jutsu here.
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Be creative.
Rank:
If you'd have to rank this technique, what rank would it be? A, B, C, D or E?
Range:
At what range is this technique useful? You can measure this in 'long' 'medium' or 'short' but those are rather vague. If you want more depth, use a distance such as meters.
Description:
Describe the jutsu, how it works and what it looks like. Explain potential damage that can be done with it, and describe the weaknesses and strength of the jutsu. Be as clear as you can.
Repeat form for as many jutsu as you can create, within the rules.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Can be a term, i.e 'kunai' or it can be a self given name, i.e 'Revered Razor'.
Weapon, tool or object type:
What type of weapon, tool or object is this? Sword, axe, kunai, knife, blade, tanto. Omit if the weapon, tool or object name already designates this.
Description:
Describe the weapon, tool or objects appearance, and describe it's potentials and weaknesses. tl;dr how powerful is it and what does it look like. Be reasonable.
Omit any parts that are unnecesary for your character, or that you deem unimportant. Remove this when posting.
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“Watashi wa Kami, I am God.”
Yamato generally dresses in a decently fashionable apparel. He likes to wear t-shirts or sweatshirts with a jacket of sorts over it. Under that he usually wears chino's of varying color, although that differs day to day. He really only has 2 pairs of shoes, a pair of black slip ins and a pair of white slip ins. Attached to his belt is a blue apron style cloth, with on it the motto of the Minamoru clan, 'We wish to remain what we are.' A rather cryptic motto, but it's meaning is generally understood in the Minamoru clan. Above the motto is the emblem of the clan, a set of black stags antlers. But enough about his clothes, as these obviously change every day.
Yamato is defined as a handsome boy, having a chiseled jawline and somewhat skinny-looking cheeks. His nose bridge is quite thin, although not as if it were a stripe. Contrary to most with a thin nosebridge, his nostrils are also thin. Besides that he has no specific bone structure related characteristics. His eyes are a deep dark green, but not so dark that they can be mistaken for a grey-black colour. In accordance with genetics they are slightly slanted. His hair is black and relatively short, and is usually slicked back with hairgel, and then held in place with a blue bandana tied behind his head.
Yamato's body is 'normal' in terms of muscle and fat. He has some obviously defined muscled due to the nature of their schooling, as a normal shinobi is expected to keep up with his athletic properties. His arms are skinny, meaning that the muscles there are by nature more defined. Without flexing you could most likely see the muscles regardless. The same goes for his legs. His chest is not very broad nor does it extend towards the front due to musclemass. Regardless he does have some definition there, although you probably wouldn't see it very often due to his clothes.
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【Full Name】
Yamato Minamoru
【Alias】
Young Master
【Age】
16
【Gender】
Male
【Birthplace】
Konohagakure
【Bloodline】
Minamoru, a politically and economically influential clan
【Rank】
Chūnin
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Yamato's fighting style revolves entirely around the attack, offensiveness and taking down an opponent with hard hitting blows. Defense is almost nonexistant in his style, as he barely needs it. He is extremely resilient, as mentioned before, and as such he can take a lot of hits of any kind without showing signs of pain. Besides that, he is also someone who never, ever gives up. As such he will keep getting up even if he knows he cannot win - an admirable trait to some and a sign of stupidity to others. Another aspect of his style is courage, in the form of never being frightened. He is going to be the first to jump into battle and he's going to do so with an aggression bound to shake hearts and silence voices.
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
B rank techniques:
Katon: Great Fire Destruction
C rank techniques:
Great Fireball Technique
D-E rank techniques:
* The basic jutsu
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Katon: Fists of a Tiger
Rank:
A
Range:
Very close range, as it is nintaijutsu.
Description:
The technique begins by creating a short series of seals ended by a Tiger seal. After this the user flicks his wrists and they are set ablaze. Not yet taking a shape the user must focus the chakra around this area for a short period, in the case of Yamato a second or two. After this is done the fire becomes hotter, akin to a bunsenburner in heat, and the fire will take the color blue as a result. The resulting heat is enough to roast skin even if it's not touching the fire, and enough to severely burn anyone that gets in direct contact with the flames, enough to cause third degree (yes, that hot) burns when you get directly hit by a punch of this technique. Anyone standing nearby Yamato will feel the heat emenating off of the boy, whether they are friend or foe, before he leaps into the battle. The fire takes the shape of a lions head, akin to the two guarding lions that stand outside most wealthy places or places of public interest.
The technique might also be used on the feet, although in that case the overall strength of the technique would be toned down because it would sap away chakra from the fists. In this case, the fists would still take form of a tiger, but the fire around the feet wouldn't.
Jutsu name:
Katon: Yaoku's Revenge
Rank:
A
Range:
Short to medium range
Description:
Yaoku's Revenge sets the user ablaze for a short time, appearing to others as an explosion. In reality it works as a distraction, while the user cocks his hand back which is then lit ablaze. The single hand will be heated up so much, that it overpowers even the Fists of a Tiger technique, heating up to the extent where it will be able to melt both skin, muscle and bone. The intensity of the technique requires so much chakra that it is pretty much a one shot option only. After the required heat is reached, a matter of seconds for a prodigy like Yamato, the user lunges forwards through the explosion he caused himself and launched his fist into the enemy, melting skin first, then fat and muscle, and finally bone before the hand cools down. If used effectively, and the hit connects, it will be a one shot kill on even the most brutal enemies. But it requires accuracy, something that is often lacking when an enemy is moving around, and also because the explosion caused by Yamato would obscure his vision. Besides that the large chakra cost means it's a last effort before he'd have to retreat from the fight, something that Yamato could obviously never do.
Jutsu name:
Katon: Fiery Bind
Rank:
B
Range:
10m in front of Yamato.
Description:
To be used in conjuction with the Yaoku's revenge technique, but useable on it's own too. This technique is not neccesarily a fighting technique, the sole technique in Yamato's arsenal that isn't focussed 100% on the offense. However it is used as a runner up to a very offensive move. After forming a boar and tiger seal, the user holds the tiger seal while a set of 2 fiery hands emerge from his back, quickly coming out at a rapid speed. These hands will head for the enemy almost instinctively, and grab the enemy by the arm. Once grabbed it will be virtually impossible to get out lest you have a teammate that is able to free you or you work out a genius way to break free. Because the hands are made of flames you will receive slight burning although the burns will not be harmful whatsoever, akin to a D rank fire jutsu if not less harmful. The true fear you should have.. is the follow up jutsu.
There is a slight reaction time between being grabbed and the start of the technique, around 1.5 seconds, but dodging will only end up causing the hands to chase you for a longer time. The only true escape is to get out of the 10 meter mark, but that will be hard with just 1.5 second to escape. It's possible for ninja's with above average jutsu, however. Another weakness, aside from it's length, is it's weakness to both water and earth defensive jutsu, such as the earthen walls or the water techniques that send out half an ocean. Using wind or fire against these hands is nearly useless, matter of fact it's counter productive because adding more fire to the arms will have no effect, while using wind based jutsu on them will fuel the flames, speeding them up even more. Electrical jutsu are useless, too, because electricity will go through the hands. An extraordinarily fast shinobi (read: faster than Yamato) will be able to dodge the hands initially and then attack quickly after if he times it right, because attacking Yamato and forcing him to release the tiger seal will stop the jutsu. However, if Yamato moves but still holds the seal, the jutsu will continue.
Jutsu name:
Fuuton: Augmented Fists of the Fire-tiger
Rank:
B
Range:
N/A
Description:
Technically not a technique on it's own, but still classified as one, the user will not have to form any seals, instead he simply has to augment fuuton chakra in his fists and release it into his fists of the tiger jutsu. Due to Fuuton acting as 'fuel' (fuel for fire is oxygen, a source and burnable material) the fire will begin to burn even hotter, turning the fire blue and causing the area it's used in to appear 'darker' or closer to nightfall. This is due to the bright source of light making the environments appear darker than they really are simply because of the contrast or difference in lightsources. Even on a blue sky, clear lit day it will appear as if it were 00:00 midnight. The fists of the Fire-tiger will burn so hot, the radius at which the heat can be felt greatly expands and even those standing close to Yamato during the usage of this will feel uncomfortably warm, and if they stay near long enough, might begin getting a serious sunburn. The main effect also increases, still holding onto the 3rd degree burns upon connecting a hit, but adding in the additional fuuton element of a highly increased knockback, too. You will go flying most definetely when you get hit by this augmented technique, sending lighter opponents up to 100m away and heavy, fat opponents at a weight of 200kg about 30 meters.
There is no real weakness to this technique, as it's not really a technique to begin with but more so an augmentation or reinforcement of another. As such, weaknesses of the Fists of the Tiger still exist, such as suiton jutsu or defensive doton jutsu. Even so, the usage of this extra fuuton jutsu will allow the user to simply brute-force his way past many of these jutsu anyway, most notably doton. Suiton will always be a problem for fire users and this technique is no exception.
Jutsu name:
Katon: Remain as we are
Rank:
B
Range:
5 meter
Description:
This technique is a secret trump card held in high regard by the Minamoru clan. Not many outside of the clan know of it, because it's a rather rough technique on both the victim and the user. The users can begin this technique by forming the Tiger seal, after which it cannot be stopped anymore. The user envelops themself in flames, starting out akin to any other fire technique and indistinguishable at this time, looking rather harmless. However this all leads to an explosion. An explosion of the user itself into fiery death. In essence it's a fiery suicide technique that will blow up the user plus anything within 1.5m of the technique, and will damage anything up to 5m around the technique. The bad side? If you use this technique you die.
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Yamato is a bright young man, widely regarded in Konohagakure as a prodigy of attack. This is seen in his psyche as well, as the boy has shown aggressive and violent tendencies from time. Some would call it a short fuse.. and others call it being a thug in the making. Regardless of which is true, the boy also has shown impeccable resilience, stead fastiness and a healthy dose of respect for tradition. Rumour within the Minamoru clan has said this is due to the amount of training that got instilled into him at an early age, and that he instills into himself daily even still. The boy also hates kekkei genkai for one reason or another, a sentiment shared by the entire clan, and some radicals even go so far as to wish those with a kekkei genkai dead.
Yamato is a good student, and gets very good grades compared to those in the same years as him. He has shown a talent for, how could it be anything else, taijutsu and nintaijutsu, focussing especially on the offensive. This goes well with his aggressive nature and he is known to be able to take down opponents in a matter of seconds, although his defense is less than average. Despite attempts to convince him, his resilience has proven that fruitless. Then again, the boy is a prodigy and nobody has been able to prove that the boy might need a defense as well. This has affected his personality in a more or less negative way, although that is open to interpretation. The boy is somewhat arrogant, and while he wouldn't boast about his skills, he is fully aware of his status as a prodigy. This has given him the idea that he is above everyone else, and he has remained to keep this idea as he's been unhindered by anyone who could prove him wrong.
【History】
Yamato's childhood years were essentially a calmth before the storm. He spent his first four years as most children his age did - calmly in the arms of his mother, and playing outside. Then at the age of four, his father decided that it was time for him to become ready. Determined to make the clan greater than it already was, he hired a teacher who was to teach Yamato the basics about being a shinobi. No, he didn't learn any techniques, but learnt the mental side of shinobi's, namely rules, history and things you needed to know. This affected his school career indirectly as he had more background knowledge than most when he entered base school. During his time at base school he had interest in making friends and preferred to learn techniques, practice taijutsu or throwing and fighting with kunai and shuriken. He often sparred with others, showing of his tenacious and aggressive nature in these matches. He often ended up fighting kids that were bigger and older, beginning to make a name for himself. He became a genin at the age of 12 like most others and went on to attend the high school to become a chunin.
During high school years he maintained a very steady level of training, to maintain his position within the clan which had grown by now. He became, more or less, the pride of his clan and family, and went unrivaled within the clan. In highschool he maintained a same degree of authority, although there were those that had problems with it, he found that he barely had any problems maintaining his position as the people that objected were often not even close to his level of mastery. Although this makes him sound like a hard ass, all he wanted was for people to more or less leave him alone. The only people he could really get along with in a semi-friendly way was his former genin team, which was still centralized for the most part.
As for the hatred of people with kekkei genkai, it stems from the preconceived notion that people with kekkei genkai seem to think themselves special, untouchable or even godlike, and when you pair that with historical events focussing around kekkei genkai and being mostly negative, it results in a hatred that is widespread amongst this clan, which has seen it's fair share of bad luck to do with kekkei genkai during the centuries. Besides that Yamato is of the opinion that he could beat a kekkei genkai easily through strength and a superior will to work for something.
【Family ties】
Yamatos family was rather normal, if you keep in mind that he grew up with a family that was not only his father and mother but also included close relatives of those people. Given that his father is the clan head, he has always felt like the entire clan was his family, and not just his father and mother. As such he always felt a great drive to do well, for the honor of the clan. Furthermore the birth of his younger sister when he was 2 added to his drive as he was under the pretense that he'd get to, or even have to, teach her.
Reijo Minamoru | Father | 42, Konohagakure, although often away on bussiness, politician and economist, it's said he has a pair of mistresses in any city.
Mika Minamoru | Mother | 36, Konohagakure, restaurant owner and part time mother, she is a hard worker who never complains. Atleast she likes to think so.
Rei Minamoru | Sister | 14, Konohagakure, student at the highschool, 2nd year. Popular girl, but unlike Yamato she finds practicing boring and she'd rather spend her time away from home with friends.
【Dreams and fears】
Yamato secretly dreams of a world where there are no kekkei genkai as this would, in his eyes, greatly reduce conflict. Furthermore he dreams of making the Minamoru clan even greater than his father did, to outdo him in something that his father was already very good at. As for fears, Yamato fears causing death and dishonor to the clan, which goes without saying. Besides that he also fears losing respect from the clan and, to a lesser degree, to his classmates.
“Quit lazyin' about and get to work!”
Mika is a beautiful young lady, providing yet another sharp contrast within the Minamoru when you compare her against Reijo, the father. She has beautiful fair skin and a lovely blonde hair colour, that glistens in the sun when it shines on it.
Her dress style accentuates her body, which has curves in the right places. Her hourglass figure shines through especially well since she wears tight fitting tanktops and flowery skirts underneath - although this accentuation is more by accident than by choice.
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【Full Name】
Mika Minamoru
【Alias】
“Misses Minamoru” to employees, Mimi to close friends
【Age】
36
【Sex】
Female
【Sexuality】
Bisexual, although she's technically married.
【Birthplace】
Konohagakure
【Bloodline】
Shozen
【Rank】
Restaurant manager
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Mika can be a very friendly lady, although a bit stern when she's busy managing the restaurant. Employees will need to quickly adjust to her ordering people around if they work for her. She doesn't allow complaining because after all she's paying you a fair wage. Or atleast, she likes to think she does - the unfair competition level in the area (basically none) allows her to pay whatever she wants essentially.
Towards her children she's very friendly, as long as Yamato's at home. At work, he's just another employee. Rei is her special darling who she treats very well, always kind and caring, asking about her day and giving her some extra pocket money. She's learned long ago that Yamato isn't interested in the small talk that Mika herself absolutely loves, so she's stopped asking him about his day and only talks about serious matters with him such as clan affairs and other such trivialities.
【History】
Mika wasn't exactly born into this life, as she was just another middle class kid in a middle class neighbourhood. As she grew older she started going out with friends and this is where she met Reijo - a tough, streetsmarts man that seemed to get attention from everyone. Not knowing who she was she ignored him at first, which only made him more dedicated to getting her. After all he was used to being served at his own leisure, getting what he wanted. And what he couldn't get was exactly what he wanted. For some time he chased her, buying her gifts and such before she gave in and they got married. For a year they were happily married and they produced a child together that they named Yamato. Unknown to them Yamato was destined to great things. For some time after that she was still 'his prize' that he loved dearly but he slowly lost interest as the Yakuza lifestyle is a fast one and he got attention from other girls that he liked better.
Mika was left, married and unable to divorce because it'd tear the family apart. By then Reihana had been born as well and she poured the love that she had had for her husband Reijo into her new child Reihana. Reijo didn't seem to care much and Mika had a pleasant life with all her stuffs paid for - Reijo maybe didn't love her like he used to, he did still care about her and his family so he spent money on them as if they were the most important thing in the world. Ever since then she's just been a mother of 2, a wife by force and a restaurant owner because she needed to do something with her spare time after Rei and Yamato were both old enough to take care of themselves.
“Oh, this suit? The Shadow Clothier of Sunagakure made it using his special jutsu. It's nothing.”
For his age, Reijo looks relatively young. This can be explained through the illicit black market trade in Senju DNA. Not just any DNA mind you, DNA that is said to be of Hashirama himself, and that was genetically engineered to sustain life. While it isn't proven to make you immortal, or even make your life longer by even a year (there's a lot of fake DNA going around) it does help make you look younger. For that reason a lot of.. ladies of satin sheets.. invest in it using two years worth of wages to look younger.
Being rich, Reijo has also been able to afford it. As such he looks younger, much much younger, than his actual age. Reijo wears a lot of suits given his position in bussiness, politics and his underworld criminal career. Besides, suits look good on him, you can't deny that. The man is a scumbag but he's a good looking scumbag.
Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Reijo Minamoru
【Alias】
“Mr. Minamoru” for bussiness contacts, “Mr. White Lily” for Yakuza underlings.
【Age】
42
【Sex】
Male
【Sexuality】
Heterosexual, as proven by the many affairs he has.
【Birthplace】
Konohagakure
【Bloodline】
Minamoru
【Rank】
Director of Minamoru Enterprises, spokesman for the Financial Interest group political movement and head of the local, large scale operating White Lilies Yakuza group.
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Reijo is a man that believes that big fish eat small fish - he takes all the chances he gets whenever he is presented an opportunity to make money or start a new bussiness that can make money for him - he's long since stopped being directly involved to stop the Konohagakure Police from tracing the illegal activities all the way back to him, ensuring there are ringleaders, underbosses and fake bosses under him that would catch the blame if anyone is caught. And anyone knows.. if you cross mr. White Lily you'll find a white lily on your pillow, which will turn red afterwards, and not through alchemy but using your blood. Sort of like finding a horse head on your bed - although that's much too bloody and way too much work.
He can be compassionate and friendly even when dealing with the opposite sex, but is very territorial and aggressive when dealing with the same sex as him - men will often face a different treatment. This has been passed onto Yamato, although Yamato doesn't make a big difference between whether or not someone is a woman or not.
【History】
Reijo comes from a long line of Minamoru criminal masterminds that have carved out an empire for him - he merely perfected it and tripled the clan income, taking down 2 other Yakuza clans in the village in the mean time and assimilating them. Not to say that they are the most powerful nowadays - there are still many other Yakuza groups and clans in the village that the White Lilies simply can't take down. But Reijo's respect for tradition and the like have prevented him from attacking them - they operate with a peace mandate that is only to be broken when someone acts outside of their turfs.
As he rose to power one of the first things he did was end a long lasting feud with the Red Crows, a group headed by an Uchiha who claims to be a descendant from Itachi himself, a bold claim that is false according to most but they're a powerful faction. As a result of this peace he was allowed to build up a power base, raising the income and recruiting many of the ronin who had escaped the samurai castles that were closing themselves off of foreign influences for fear of technology. These ronin proved to be useful when the Red Crows attacked again, betraying the White Lilies and attacking them right at the heart - the White Lily compound in Smalltown. The ronin were barely recruited for a week when they were forced to fight these enemies, who hadn't anticipated swordmen with chakra capabilities - needless to say they all died and Reijo assimilated the Red Crows. The rest is history!
【Clan Name】
Minamoru-shi
【Customs】
The Minamoru used to be very traditional, and they still are, holding onto values of old. Although as every other clan they have to grow with the times, and as such many customs have become merely symbolical and don't actually hold much significance. These customs are almost always on par with that of the other clans, since the clan is not much different from the others.
【Special Traits】
Specific traits inherited by being part of the clan. This can be Kekkei Genkai, privileges, recognized talents, etc. What makes each individual unique out of their culture.
【Influences】
The Minamoru influence on Konohagakure is very, very big. Some of it is subtle, such as underground influences due to the Yakuza affiliations they have, or rather.. the fact that they lead one of the three largest Yakuza groups in Konohagakure, and deal in things like Senju DNA, Sharingan black trade (rare) or even the drug trade. Their affiliations in this field are obvious to those involved, but to the outside world, it seems completely preposterous that the Minamoru, a powerful and high 'n mighty clan is involved in this.
Besides that they are a huge economical influence because they own more or less 60% of all of Konoha's economical centre with Minamoru Enterprises. The remaining 40% is, thankfully for Konoha, not theirs since the other Yakuza groups are trying hard to wrangle control away from them. The fact that they own most of the economical centre should probably say enough about their economical influence but this is not to say that all this money flows directly into the pockets of the Minamoru clan - bribes, wages, etcetera all is paid from these funds.
Finally the political aspect of the clan, which is not as big as it's underground or economical influence. Never the less it's still present - the fact that the Minamoru are a shinobi clan in essence (though, that is debateable very much so) gives them a small influence, and their alliances with other clans, as well as their feuds with some of the others, are a reason that they are politically well regarded, though not as high as the Hyuga or the Uchiha, or even the Uzumaki's although those have recently been more forthcoming towards the Minamoru.
【Relations】
Naito - the Naito clan is one of the clans that the Minamoru have been feuding with for the longest time. The feud started about 200 years ago, when both the Minamoru and the Naito were relatively new to Konoha. Ever since it's been dubbed the Feud of the Tiger and the Dogs. The long standing feud hasn't subsided just yet as members of this clan frequently clash - be it with words, swords, or politics.
Reikan - the most recent addition to the Minamoru's list of allies, Luscious and Reijo have brokered an alliance between the two despite the fact that the Reikan's are a clan with a kekkei genkai prominently on display. It seems that, to Reijo, the main reason for the alliance was to secure security in case the Uchiha, Hyuga or Naito try anything.
【History】
The Minamoru clan was founded quite recently compared to the other clans such as the Uchiha or the Hyuga. They were not part of the original founding clans, and migrated later as a result of economical changes. They weren't originally shinobi but quickly managed to adapt into a Shinobi clan effortlessly. They were comprised of highly driven individuals that wished to become the greatest at, more or less, whatever they attempted. It didn't always succeed, actually, more often than not, but you only need to give one glance to the current status of the clan to see how far they kicked it in those 200 years, compared to the Uchiha.
Never the less they don't quite fit into Konoha - they are not so much underhanded, and wouldn't do anything to directly harm Konoha, but they are very self centered and do anything they do for the clan or themselves, not for Konoha. Konoha is simply a means to an end for them. Never the less a feeling of pride and honour is also common place in the clan so Konoha needn't worry about the Minamoru betraying them. They do what they do for themselves, or atleast so they say, but deep down most of the Minamoru are quite self sacrificial, especially the shinobi. Those that aren't in the shinobi trade are often a whole different breed of people, mostly simply normal people and civilians.
In short, that means they have a tough skin, cussing, feuding, and appear somewhat rude and cold. Underneath that however are people that deeply respect tradition, hierarchy and self sacrifice. They might not show it but it's definetely there.
Moving on, they also don't fit Konoha because they are very outspoken against kekkei genkai - and sadly for Konoha (or the Minamoru's, depending on who you ask) there are plenty of clans with kekkei genkai's. This has been reason for them to be a bit of an outcast-clan compared to others, distancing themselves from main Konoha, living outside the village.
Up until the mid-years, between Sarada and Boruto's births, and current situation, they were insignificant, standard fodder clans. However it was then that they broke through with the arrival of the ronin, that fueled the underground Yakuza operations that some of the Minamoru were involved in. Due to this they suddenly raised in power unexplainedly, gaining more funds to further their political influence and economical presence. It didn't take long before Reijo took over 40-so years later, and furthered that all even more, expanding their influences rather rapidly.
“I hope the sage of the six paths has blessed your day, connoting my fondness for you by wishing you a nice day, my very nice and friendly, superior friend, otherwise known as the honorific of 'senpai'!”
Saburo has typical Uchiha features, namely the black hair, black eyes and the somewhat sleek, average length hair. However he does not look like he suffers from the Curse of Hatred like those before him. Perhaps that's because the cycle was broken by Sasuke and Naruto a long time ago. Never the less, this doesn't mean that he doesn't know hatred, or anything like that. He simply looks nicer than the pictures in the history books show of the Uchiha.
Saburo has a pretty round face, with a similarily rounded chin. His jawline isn't anything special, and neither is his face. If anything he looks noticeably average, able to blend in with most crowds as long as he covers himself when he uses the sharingan.
Body wise he's fit, and looks like he works out from time to time although it isn't anything over the top. He's got some definition in his abs but no six pack, and the same goes for his arms and legs. There's nothing there noticeably worth gawking at but you can tell he's a shinobi and that he does hard work.
Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Saburo Uchiha
【Alias】
“Kimyōna” meaning 'weird'.
【Age】
16
【Sex】
Male
【Sexuality】
Heterosexual - too unsocial to realise what are avances and what aren't, however, so if a guy is hitting on him he'd mistake it for friendliness.
【Birthplace】
Konohagakure.
【Bloodline】
Uchiha
【Rank】
Chunin
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Personality? What is that? Saburo has little to no personality, making him a pretty strange kid. He can be somewhat of a loner, but not by choice. He's simply very awkward to be around due to his past. Never the less he does try to make friends. That doesn't always work in his favor.
He's very strange in the way he talks, often talking in very long sentences to explain what he means by something, even though it's perfectly clear to begin with. A simple thing to say, such as have a nice day, can turn into a full conversation for Saburo. As such most people tend to avoid him, although now that he's going to be placed in teams, they'll have a hard time doing that.
Once you get to know Saburo it'll become apparent that Saburo is actually really friendly, and just has a funny way of wording this. As such he'd be a proper friend to you if one just gives him a chance, but he doesn't see that happen soon. Never the less he will keep trying, because he realizes he is bad at the social things.
Besides his obvious strange social tendencies he is actually quite a fan of 'fun' and as such he loves dancing and parties. Not that he's good at these but he does enjoy doing them while looking like a fool.
【History】
Saburo was part of the few family of Uchiha that survived the tide of time. He spent his early years (0-4) in the company of his mother, Hajira and his father, Chonzo. He was an only child and his father and mother were never really around due to conflicting timetables (they were present largely on school times, and gone during free hours). As a result Saburo took an interest to books where he'd read numerous saga's on end, versing himself well in the history of Naruto, Sasuke and others. Especially Sasuke was interesting because he shared a clan with the man.
Never the less he couldn't agree with Sasuke's motives, after all you cannot do something solely for revenge, as it'd create only more revenge. As such he created a vision for himself that he wishes to further through association with several gifted minds like Ayame and Fujitora Choko. At the current stages of his life his vision remains blurred and uncertain, but the psychological department is sure they can retrieve the better details of this vision later.
In the academy stages of his life the boy excelled in his class, but was taken away from the academy early on by his parents, and was placed under the care of the 11th corp, a special intelligence and special ops corps of the Konoha ANBU. He spent his years here isolated from the rest of Konoha, and essentially merely went to school, went to his room, ate and drunk and trained, before going to school again.
There was little else to do when you're part of a secret corps of shinobi that are expected to be the best they can be. This isn't to say that Saburo is exceptionally strong, because he isn't. He's just about your average shinobi, however he has a set of specialised experiences that make him invaluable in takedown situations, as well as intelligence gathering. A keen eye and a good technique go a long way.
After serving under the 11th corp for some time, he was honorably discharged once it became clear that Saburo wasn't a perfect fit with their methods. He was pushed back into the 'real' world and left to his own devices as he got a spot as a chunin amongst the regular forces.
【Family ties】
Saburo has had a childhood without many interferences from his parents, and he's come to see his corp 11 teachers as his 'parents' and sometimes even denotes them as such. He holds no grudge to his real father and mother however, as they were part of the ANBU and had little choice other than to be busy a lot.
Hajira Uchiha | Mother | 43, Konohagakure, ex-ANBU, school teacher currently that works at the academy.
Chonzo Uchiha | Father | 46, Konohagakure, ex-ANBU, deceased currently.
【Dreams and fears】
Saburo has a strange dream, in that he wishes to obtain the Rinnegan simply to experience what it'd be like to have it, and to know what it can do. An almost unobtainable dream, however.
He fears the Downfall of Konoha as much as the next, but he's extremely fearful of it because as part of the 11th corp he knows more than others, especially of historical cases where Konoha has nearly been destroyed without anyone taking notice, leaving it to the 11th corp to take down the threats.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Saburo is an able bodied fighter, that uses a mixture of tools (shuriken, senbon, kunai) and ninjutsu to duel with his enemies. He's particularily strong in the field of ninjutsu with an affinity for fire and earth, though he hasn't learned any earth techniques yet. His style is mostly a ninjutsu-dueling style where he prefers to keep a medium distance to use ninjutsu and tools, rather than a close up combat style, however his training allows him to effectively do both of them if the need arises.
【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】
Bloodline limit name:
Sharingan, 3 tomoe.
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
Hāremu no Jutsu
B rank techniques:
KATON: Great Dragon Fire
Genjutsu: Sharingan
C rank techniques:
KATON: Gokakyu no Jutsu.
KATON: Phoenix Sage Fire Technique
D-E rank techniques:
OIROKE: Onnanoko Dōshi no Jutsu
OIROKE: Pōrudansu ando Naisu Bodī no jutsu
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Chokuto.
Description:
The chokuto is very basic and cuts just as well as an average kunai. It doesn't offer chakra flow through it so it's impossible to enflame it, or anything of the sorts..
“A great fireball to a needle, something just as lethal.”
Ayame is an appealing girl, somewhat above average in looks but with an appealing charm. She has no overly defining features, aside from her relatively large eyes, which eyeball those around her carefully. Her eyes are dark in color, a mixture of dark blue aking to a deep ocean, and grey like the rain she so often enjoys. It's essentially impossible to narrow down her eye color, as they shift with the lighting. In dark lighting her eyes seem greyish, in proper lighting such as the sun her eyes are a deep dark blue. It matters little to Ayame. Her chin is pointed, and her jawline is rounded. Her noise is pointy but thin, with a relatively average sized nose bridge, although 'average' is all a matter of perspective.
Her frame is petite, with relatively small breast size, narrow build and a hourglass figure as she is small in the waist, then wider in the hip area. She doesn't put in any effort to accentuate this, if it happens it happens. Her slender figure means she easily gets definition in her muscles, meaning that her arms eye muscled, although very lightly so. Her legs have definition too, but not as much as her arms. Her arms are relatively thin, too. Her legs are slightly more thick, especially her calves, from the running around she has to do on orders of the Hokage.
As for her hair, she is originally a blonde but she's known to dye her hair frequently with self made dying colors. Currently her hair is black, but it's bound to change soon. It is very easy to pick colors when you have shadow clones to practice on. Her hair is often tied up into 2 'ponytails' of sorts at the side, akin to the reference picture a intel. shinobi managed to snap of her during a fake date. We have no idea how he managed to escape once it became clear that he was not interested in her - rumour has it he is still hiding.
Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Ayame Choko
【Alias】
the Sewstress
【Age】
26
【Sex】
Female
【Sexuality】
Heterosexual
【Birthplace】
Amegakure
【Bloodline】
Choko, although her lineage is doubted by some
【Rank】
Jonin, Hokages Assistant
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Ayame is a rather friendly person, although her sincerity is often doubted. She believes that there is always a catch to anything people do, which she doesn't deem a neccesarily bad thing since that's how the world works. As such she is generally rather skeptic of people doing things for her, or behaving nicely towards her. To her, anyone will always want something, whether that's a favor, a good work environment or even just giving yourself a nice feeling since you were being nice to someone. As such she has come to accept this and even work with it, ensuring herself that it is okay to be friendly to everyone simply to achieve a nice working environment. Regardless of whether she is gratifying herself or is genuinely interested in who she talks to she'll maintain a 'nice face' as it's called and smile.
In a neutral situation, with say a politician or a foreign envoy, she'd be formal and respectful, making sure to follow procedures such as bowing and use of words. She would hold herself back a bit more and remain in the back, not speaking often, although that has more to do with her assisting position rather than her timid nature in these situation - she can be friendly, angry or pushy in the neutral situations if she has to.
In negative situations such as combat or when she hears of a setback that is not so close to her, she'll often remain rather calm, as her position as assistant and jonin demands her to be calm and calculating. In battle she is often more prone to bouts of anger, as naturally expected in battle, although she'd do her best to keep it in check if there are students with her. When fighting solo she simply lets go, since she doesn't have to fear for anyone taking on these traits as weakness or a strength that they need to replicate since she believes everyones reactions to battle are their own and need not be forced upon them.
In emotional situations such as death or a personal setback, or perhaps a more positive one such as pregnancy or promotion/graduation of a familiar person, she's prone to bouts of emotional crying, whether crying of sadness or happiness. She's not afraid to let go and doesn't seem to mind others seeing her.
【History】
When Ayame was born, she was mothered and fathered by her parents in Amegakure. She had an older brother who was 10 years older, Fujitora, who she got along with pretty well. In base school she wasn't a very.. good student. She spent her time practicing, but she barely achieved average grades in jutsu and taijutsu, being much too frail for the latter and simply not being very good at the former. She passed her test.. barely. Only in highschool did she really accomplish bigger feats and did she earn the nickname of the Sewstress. She was very able to use senbon and a large sword that was named, how could it be called anything else, dai-senbon, or great senbon. She was able to hit a mark with senbon at a 100m distance at first, and accurately hit them in vital areas. She gradually and quickly extended the range to even greater distance, never losing accuracy. As an added feature she dabbled in poisonry and found out she had an affinity for it, too. That and her relatively good swordsmanship with the dai senbon meant she had found a way to become a proper shinobi, and a good one too. The remainder of her years in highschool were spent focussing on these skills, leaving any jutsu and taijutsu to the others.
After graduation she, her brother and father decided to move to Konohagakure after the mass introduction of technology took place and prices started fluctuating, as well as a loss of income for the family. In the same timeperiod their mother passed as a result of a brain tumor, only adding to the reasons of wanting to move away from Amegakure. They got to Konohagakure hoping to find a more suitable job, which was achieved for both Ayame and Fujitora as Ayame went on to become a Hokages' assistant and Fujitora became the jonin commander of Konohagakure.
【Family ties】
Ayame's family was rather loving, average in most aspects. An untimely death of the mother led to a migration of homes, and a slight destabilization of the home environment but after that things returned to normal rapidly.
Akinero Choko | Father | 61, Konohagakure, retiree. Lives in an appartment of his own where he plays a lot of chess with neighbours.
Mori Choko | Mother | 53, Amegakure, deceased. Rests in a tomb on the Amegakure graveyard, which is adorned with a large tombstone.
Fujitora Choko | Brother | 35, Konohagakure, jonin commander. Best friend and biggest rival to Ayame.
【Dreams and fears】
Ayame dreams of a more peaceful world, although that is rather cliché she seems to think it's essentially impossible to achieve. The world is already quite peaceful, but small conflicts are boiling up, old feuds as well. Hoping to eradicate these too, she pushes the Hokage to support the police departments around Konoha more, and to allow jonins more freedom in helping them too.
Besides that she also dreams of getting married one day, or at the very least have a boyfriend. But boys are stupid.
She fears losing her family, most visibly her brother whom she loves dearly. That is a rather common fear, but she has more. She also fears growing old, becoming wrinkled and ugly and losing her appeal to others. To counter this she takes self made tonics that work against it, although there's only so much you can do.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Ayame focusses on a versatile but highly accurate style of fighting using senbon to take down primary targets, along with poison to do the work if she can't manage to kill the target before he flees. Lower prioritized targets get the pleasure of being skewered with her dai senbon, a very sharply pointed sword that is able to pierce through most armors with no trouble, although it's not as effective when uesd for cutting - as expected of a gigantic needle.
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Senbon Art: Senbon Rain
Rank:
B
Range:
A circle with a diameter of 50m.
Description:
Grabbing a lot of senbon, she throws them into the air after which they fly quite high. After that the senbon will begin falling down from an extremely high altitude, giving them speed. The result is a storm of senbon falling down around her, falling everywhere except for her own position due to the high amount of skill she has in this technique. The senbon are most likely not coated in poison, given the difficulty of concocting new poison and the expensiveness of these poisons - these are reserved for high priority targets.
Jutsu name:
Senbon Art: Senbon Coffin technique
Rank:
A
Range:
A single target, targeted at a max range of 10m.
Description:
The jutsu is one of the few jutsu that Ayame can perform that require chakra, although in a less direct way than you'd expect. She forms the tiger seal after which she augments chakra in her legs and feet, making her somewhat faster akin to the body flicker technique. What follows is a storm of senbon coming at a target from all sides, seemingly from random places as if they simply appear out of thin air and fly towards the targets at an extremely high speed.
In reality what happens is, using her heightened speed she will 'body flicker' towards spots around the target, throwing senbon as she goes and doing this at such a high speed that it appears as if all these senbon (usually +- 30 senbon) are thrown at once from numerous positions. Depending on the targets these senbon may or may not be poisoned. This technique is quite deadly, however it can be avoided by moving, as even though Ayame is quite skilled, it remains hard for anyone to accurately hit lethal places on a human body whilst they and yourself are moving, and a senbon is only really deadly if aimed extremely accurately for these positions.
Jutsu name:
Dai Senbon: Sewing Dance
Rank:
A
Range:
An area within a circle with a diameter of +- 25m around the user.
Description:
Attaching an entire spool of chakra string to the dai senbon's end circle/handle, the user throws the senbon towards a target and using the chakra string (s)he will be able to steer the dai senbon as long as the user has chakra or the chakra string remains attached. The dai senbon will maintain speed, and the generally 'semi invisible' chakra string will lead to this technique possibly being mistaken for a wind technique - it's more to do with chakra control and the chakra string.
The technique, while rudimentary, has shown to be very capable and in previous battles has sown together a grand total of 5 enemies in a single usage of the technique, lining them all together and, depending on where they were hit, being incapacitated or dead.
Jutsu name:
Senbon Art: Split Needles Poisoning
Rank:
S
Range:
Any range.
Description:
Ayame's trump card, this technique is only possible because all of her needles are infused with some of her chakra, which is done pre-battle. In short: this technique splits the needles into a million tiny different particles of whatever material the needle is made of by imploding it, forcing it to 'explode' and form a cloud of (metal and poisonous) dust. A rather harmless technique if done on a single senbon, but given that Ayame is very skilled in senbon usage, the technique can be done on a lot of senbon at once.
The technique is usually preceded by throwing a very large amount of senbon at a target, until the user is satisfied with the amount of senbon stuck in the targets' body. If the poison weren't enough to absolutely destroy the target, the technique will. After this three seals are formed and the dormant chakra in the senbon will be activated, forcing the senbon to explode into particles - the parts of senbon outside the body (sticking out a wound) will explode into an inhaleable cloud of metal and poison dust, and given the proximity to the user it will be physically impossible to get away without inhaling atleast some of it. The part of the senbon stuck inside the wound will also explode, sending metal particles into the open wound, and given the fact that there are no doubt blood vessels close by, sending poisonous metal shards into the blood stream, essentially poisoning the target at a very fast rate, meanwhile also cutting up the insides of a target. The more senbon are stuck inside a target, the quicker death will come.
Besides the obvious implications of this technique, it only gets worse when combined with senbon guiding - the chakra still left in the senbon particles would be enough for chakra guiding the senbon much as one would divert a kunai that you've thrown. Guiding the particles, it is possible to lacerate one's innards, giving internal bleeding and further poisoning with a flick of the wrist in exchange for a very high chakra cost.
Jutsu name:
Senbon Art: Needle Mirage
Rank:
A
Range:
10m max
Description:
The user throws a set of 3 senbon, one aimed at the head, one aimed at the heart and the other at a main artery in the neck. After throwing the senbon the user quickly claps their hands together, the sound of the clap spreading a genjutsu that quickly brings all those who heard it under the impression that the three senbon are actually a storm of 100+ senbon, and most likely bringing them under the impression that dodging is futile. A simple, if not effective technique.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Dai-Senbon.
Weapon, tool or object type:
The weapon is a very large needle used as a sword, made out of extremely strong bone of some sort of extremely large animal - imagine a whales bone, with extremely hardened properties.
Description:
The sword reaches up to about Ayame's breast in height, and is stored in a sheath of leather on her back. The handle is adorned with leather wraps on them, and is positioned in the circle where normally the thread goes through the needle. The sword is extremely pointy and sharp - able to pierce metals sheets with minimal effort and, given enough effort to push it through, it can push through an entire human given enough momentum. A downside is that the sides of the sword do not cut, so if you remain in close quarters Ayame will not have enough space to stab and will be forced to retreat so she can get enough space or stop using the weapon.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Poison kit
Weapon, tool or object type:
The poison kit is a pouch that Ayame sometimes carries on extensive missions or long lasting expeditions. There are a mortar and pestle in there, as well as a small supply of plants that allow Ayame to create tonics, poisons or other things while on the move. There are also some vials in there with stored poisons of a more rare variant.
Description:
The pouch resembles a normal shinobi's tool pouch where they store all their kunai, shuriken and other tools. As such it's pretty much indiscernible from those pouches.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Dragons' Lament
Weapon, tool or object type:
This tool is a type of poison made from water, a small amount of acid and the petals of a Red Glorybloom, a common and unsuspecting flower in Konohagakure.
Description:
The poison is dark purple in color, close to black in it's vial. The potency of this poison lies in its paralysing traits, in that it will shut down musclemass around the area where it strikes. If you get hit in the leg your leg will slowly shut down as the poison spreads through the muscles.
Although this seems relatively harmless - it doesn't outright kill you - it can be detrimental to a fight if, for instance, you get hit by a multitude of senbon covered in this poison. Imagine both your legs dropping down useless. You will be victim to a simple dagger in the heart, or worse, a dai-senbon to the face. And, since the heart is essentially muscle with lots of blood veins running through to pump the blood around, a single senbon in the heart might be able to take someones live. The effects last around 4-5 minutes depending on the potency of the batch of poison.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Rotflesh Coat
Weapon, tool or object type:
This type of poison is made from rotting flesh, maggots, a single drop of the saliva of a rare toad named the Kingsguard Toad.
Description:
This poison, when in contact with the skin, will bring in a sudden bout of rot in the skin. While not especially harmful it is extremely painful to feel your skin rapidly getting covered in rotten-ness. The effects last around a day, after which the poison will have been purged from your body and the spread of rot will stop. Never the less the rot remains for a full week, remaining painful but not spreading anymore. That is.. if you survived the battle.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Red Cow Poison
Weapon, tool or object type:
This poison variant is created using a cow tooth, a cow hide and milk, alongside pure water from the Uji spring near Amegakure, a drop of red spider eggsap and a wasps stinger.
Description:
This poison causes no significant effects the first ten minutes after being hit. If combined with some boasts about the potency of this poison it might even bring about laughter when the targets thinks nothing were happening. In reality the poison remains dormant for 10 minutes, after which it will slowly begin sapping away at the targets' vision, until they are blinded. This effect of blindness lasts only 2 minutes, but that is enough time to finish off a target.
“With no booze, whores and cussing, life would be a lot less interesting, don't 'cha think ya big cunt?”
Despite what the above picture would like to make you believe, Yopparai (meaning 'Drunkard' as if it was pre-destined by his parents) is a lot less charming than he seems to be. Over the course of his escape he's grown a rougher beard, and dropped the smile. He looks more like a pirate that has no ship now, than the charming man seen above. In fact.. he acts more like a pirate than a shinobi, too.
Yopparai has since his escape dropped the half kimono looking thing that he wore before hand, and switched it for something a bit more manly, and daring. He's kept the black-red undershirt and has grown out some chesthair, that pokes out with no shame. Under that he wears simple blue trousers and calve-high leather boots, strapped tightly with several straps and buckles. From his right shoulder to his left hip he wears a leather strap for attaching his sword to.
Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Yopparai Ramu Koku (Drunkard Rum-coke)
【Alias】
“The Drunkard”
【Age】
23
【Sex】
Male.
【Sexuality】
As straight as it can be, observable from the many wenches in his tavernhouse.
【Birthplace】
Kirigakure
【Bloodline】
Ehh, his mom was a whore, so he has not a clue.
【Rank】
Chunin rank, but in reality is somewhere between a chunin and jonin in power scales.. atleast, when measuring him without his sword.
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Drinking, murder, sex, theft, robberies, smoking, in other words doing whatever the hell you want, that's all Yopparai's bussiness. If you say 'lets go kill some people!' Yopparai would raise his glass and come along. If you said 'lets go fuck some wenches!' he'd be the first to reach them, trousers nearly unbuttoned already. And above all, drinking is his game. There has not been a single person in the history of mankind, alive or dead, male or female, that could beat him in a game of drinking. That should tell you something about his habits and lifestyle.. he's a true lecher, who lives a debaucherous lifestyle filled with robbing, murdering, raping, thieving, and generally having fun all around the world.
If he likes you, or you are not a primary target to him (he's not dumb, he knows who are good targets and who have nothing) he could actually be what one would describe as a 'friend' though his less-honest ways leave much to be desired. And although he might be a bastard, he does live to some form of a honor code, something akin to a thieves' laws, but more befitting of a shinobi.
Don't kill those who are no threat or harm to you, don't steal from those that have very little already, blablablabla.. who cares Yopparai, just do what you want and feel is right.. - excerpt from his diaries detailing his 'honor code'.
.. sidenote: always kill people that you don't like, they usually end up being a pain in the ass if you don't do it the first time you can. Unless you like them or they have a great pair of tits. - a small bit of scrabbled, sloppily written text next to the excerpt.
There is extensive information available on Yopparai, and you could probably fill an entire library just with his bingo book information, so he is not mysterious at all. In fact, he's probably one of the most forthcoming with his wrongdoings, and acknowledges them as being bad. But in his words, 'a criminal knows that what he does is bad, he just doesn't care' and that is exactly why Yopparai is a threat to society - he doesn't care what he does. Power wise a team of ANBU or nin-hunters should be able to take him down, but he has evaded the groups sent after him with relative ease and above all.. he holds a valuable artifact that we wish to remain unharmed. As such his capture and death would be a touchy issue for Kirigakure.
【History】
Yopparai was born as a son to man x. No, that is not some vague name for a super hero, or a name for a mysterious man in a suit that controls the world. It's simply the name that the intelligence corps gave to Yopparai's father after he filed over 200 formal requests, 159 informal requests, 21 verbal threats, and 2 threats with actual violence involved, to find out who his father was. There was never really any result, because his reckless nature and uncompliant nature meant it was very difficult to even trace how old Yopparai was, let alone who his father was.
His mother on the other hand was (at her time) a well known whore named the Scarlet Dragon who worked at a (at that time) well known whorehouse called the Underhouse. Ofcourse that was just a cliché name for a whore, who used it to gain fame and more clientele. It seemed to have worked as her fame grew and, at her height, she was known all the way to Konoha. Her real name was less exciting, as she was named Misa Keikumoto. Anyway, after she gave birth to Yopparai she decided to name him after his father. And since she had no name, and his father was (according to her) a drunkard, his name was to be Yopparai Ramu Koku, since that was the drink he ordered for Misa when they met up the first time. Long story short, she was pissed off because being pregnant stranded her with no income for a small while (5 months or so, she claims, but probably she worked longer anyway because she didn't care). And because she was pissed off she must've thought Yopparai was a joke, and named him drunkard. Because no employer will look at that name and hire him anyway.
He didn't do well in school either, after all he was the son of a whore and he got taught at an early age to not give a shit about other people. Only those in your inner circle matter, and they're replaceable too, so you best not care too much about those people either. He wanted to be an asskicker, though, so he got enrolled into the shinobi academy. Well, actually, he enrolled himself by faking the signature for the paper, and then when his mother found out got a firm beating because she couldn't afford the school. Somehow they made it though, no thanks to his mom, as she forced him to work a part time job on the side to afford the school.
One of the lessons he remembered the best from his mother was the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb, a saying that many people get wrong, but that he remembered and imprinted into his mind carefully. Friendships are stronger than family and forced relationships, because you choose them. As such, you are in full control over who you like..
This led him to ultimately abandon his mother. He moved out and never contacted her again, and she seemed fine with this. Recently she passed away after a long time in the hospital due to lung cancer (she liked to smoke) but Yopparai didn't really seem to care.
Anyway, after abandoning his mother things went better, he was no longer forced to put up with all the crazy shit surrounding living in a whorehouse, and he got to focus on his career. At the age of 16 it became apparent that he excelled in swordplay and was soon focussing primarily on that as well as forming his own hiden ninjutsu techniques. Soon after he got recruited into the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist. He found himself holding Shibuki the Blastsword, a destructive tool very befitting of this man. He managed to master it in four years and earned a spot amongst the seven swordsmen. But as fortune would have it, Yopparai was just like almost every other swordsman of the mist before him, and he quickly abandoned his village in favour of personal fame. He took Shibuki with him.. ofcoure he would. He doesn't give a shit about stuff like stealing.
Anyway, he thus earned a double kill order - one for stealing a relic of the past, a treasured artifact of Kirigakure, the other for being a missing nin. And soon after records started piling up - murder, theft, robberies, public nudity, indecent exposure, illegal alcohol brewing, tax evasion, privacy invasion, selling womens used (and stolen) panties. His most serious offense however, is not the murder, theft or going missing nin, nor stealing the artifact sword. His most serious offense..
is taking panty shot pictures of the Mizukage before his daring escape from the village. They remain private for now, but he's made it very clear he will release them to the public to showcase the horror that the photos are. Why a horror? Because this panty shot picture.. lacks the panty.
【Family ties】
Describe shortly what type of family your character grew up in, how the ties were and how this influenced him. After that fill in form below, for all family members of importance, living or dead.
Man X | Father | ???
Scarlet Dragon, Misa Keikumoto | Mother | Deceased
【Dreams and fears】
Personal glory and fame, ofcourse! He wants his name to be known and whether that is as a good or bad person, he doesn't really care about that. His fears are pretty much the exact opposite, he's afraid of not being acknowledged and thus can't stand when people ignore him or underestimate him.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Yopparai fights with a deadly combination of the Blastsword and his (slightly offputting) alcohol style jutsu. As such he fights at a medium-short range to make extensive use of his sword and alcohol style jutsu. Not much else to say really - he's careless at times but he knows he has the skills to get away with it.
【Traits】
Absurd alcohol resistance.
Good stamina and resistance to pain.
Average chakra control and pool.
Average taijutsu skills.
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Arukōru Style: Fuming at the Mouth
Rank:
B
Range:
Short-mid, an area up to 10m in front of him.
Description:
After taking a very big swig of his Arukōru-Furasuko, the user swishes it around in his mouth mixing it with his own chakra before spewing out the alcohol again, revealing that it'd been turned into fumes. The fumes are highly flammable and the actual amount of alcohol in it is so high that, essentially, it can result in a very big fireball/explosion. The fumes linger for some time, dissipating after +- 2 minutes.
Inhaling the fumes can cause a person to suffer from effects ranging from dizziness (low exposure) to drunkenness (medium exposure) to full blown knockouts (longer than a minute). This is because, well, it's pure alcohol. As such the technique can also be lit on fire, as noted before.
If the user makes a spark before his mouth, it will be more like a flamethrower technique. Kind of a circus act type thing, where they spew fire by spewing alcohol onto a flaming rod.
Jutsu name:
Arukōru-Suiton Style: Arukōru pistol
Rank:
C
Range:
Short-mid, up to 30meters in range.
Description:
Mimicking the suiton style water gun technique, this technique is pretty much the same except it uses alcohol instead of water. Harmless on it's own, really, but the alcohol will soak the enemy in alcohol (note: pure alcohol, not a drink) and get in their clothes and skin - something that is generally tough to get rid off unless you take an impromptu bath. Afterwards it will be a simple trick to light the enemy on fire. Good luck getting that out, ya bastard.
Can be used in conjunction with the Firestriker to form a fireball instead.
Jutsu name:
Arukōru Style: Drunken Stampede
Rank:
S
Range:
N/A
Description:
The user takes in a large, large, LARGE amount of alcohol drinking from his flask for nearly 5 seconds before finally reaching a point of being drunk. Note that this is pure alcohol he's drinking.. either way, with him being drunk, he turns into a real drunkard. He seems to be resilient to many blows (they hurt him, but he doesn't feel it directly), becomes reckless and seems much much more strong that before hand. He is able to effectively swing his sword without any real problem and the kickback from the explosive tags on it becomes lesser. In this form the user is also able to use the Fuming at the Mouth technique without handseals as he's so filled with alcohol that blowing air out of his mouth is enough to send fumes out far enough to do the technique.
There's a drawback to this, obviously, and that is that he becomes much more susceptible to fire attacks. While normally he doesn't suffer from that unless an opponent knows how to turn his alcohol techniques around, in this form he is so filled with alcohol that, like noted before, he can basically blow out alcohol fumes. Because of that any fire attacks have the capability of seriously damaging him if they hit, lighting him and the air around him that is filled with fumes on fire.
Jutsu name:
Arukōru Style: Yotte no un, Luck of the Drunk
Rank:
B
Range:
N/A
Description:
More or less a pre-stage to the Drunken Stampede technique, the user drinks a large amount of alcohol and enters the stage of 'buzzing' or tipsiness. As a result the user will suffer from something known as Drunken Luck, a stage where your inner reflexes more or less take over, allowing weird and crazy dodges that seem more accidental than anything. It also allows stupid, sloppy attacks to be more powerful than they even appear, giving extra power to those attacks, trading it for the accuracy. This effect lasts 2-3 posts.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Kasai sutoraikā - Fire Striker
Weapon, tool or object type:
Flint and Steel
Description:
A set of two tools, a flint and a piece of steel. Nothing that is hard to use or understand - they make a spark that can light fires.. and alcohol.
Weapon, tool or object name:
XXX-Furasuko
Weapon, tool or object type:
Arukōru-Furasuko - alcohol flask
Description:
XXX-Furasuko is a large bottle shaped like above, with a gray wrapping around it that has all sorts of childish drawings on it, from cuss words ('cunt' 'wanker' 'asshole') to bad drawings of women with large tits and asses. On the center it says, very large, in black paint; ARUKŌRU, XXX, YOPPARAI. The flask is quite large, but the neck is small enough to comfortably hold it with 1 hand.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Shibuki
Weapon, tool or object type:
Sword
Description:
It's the 'legendary' sword from the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist. It's not as legendary as it was said to be, because obviously it was never really used all that much previously and would serve better as a museum piece in Yopparai's eyes, since with the everlasting peace there was little to no use for a weapon like this. He's putting it to use now, though, hehehe. |
47,680 | 1,294 | 4 | 1,428 | 199 | Daisuke Yama
Daisuke had adjusted to life back in Konoha quickly, it felt as though he had never left. He had only taken a couple of missions since his return, all of which were just border patrols, and had taken up a job as a bodyguard for a man associated with the Minomaru clan’s vast corporate empire. Given the small amount of time that he had been part of the Konoha shinobi forces again, he had been surprised to discover that he was to lead one of the teams that were being sent to Kirigakure to aid the rebels. He was not sure why he was selected, but he was determined to prove that giving him this task was not a mistake.
His mission was fairly straightforward and would be difficult to mess up. He and his team, consisting of Saburo Uchiha and Shin Maru, were to travel to one of the rebel camps and aid them in any way possible. Daisuke and the others had all been giving the coordinates at which their escort would meet them. The only information he had been given on the contact's identity was that they would be wearing a red armband, and that he would respond to a specific phrase.
Daisuke pushed aside his drifting thoughts as the boat that would carry him across the first leg of his journey arrived. He had been hoping that the rest of his team would have joined him before it’s arrival, but he made sure to plan accordingly in the event that they did not. Another boat would arrive shortly after the departure of the first and was told to wait as long as needed. He knew that if either was late it was unlikely that it would be excessively so. Without further ado he boarded the boat, frowning as it groaned under his weight. He sincerely hoped that its appearance was deceiving, as upon first glance it looked like it may break under his weight let alone the weight of additional people.
His worries diminished as the boat held up long enough for him to take a seat in the center. After he had settled himself the vessel pushed off shore and began the journey to the Land of Water. For his part Daisuke remained silent, his eyes constantly scanning the horizon for any signs of hostile forces. He knew that his vigilance was unfounded, the Mizukage’s forces would have their hands full with the rebels to send out a group to harass them, but it was in his nature to be constantly on guard. The trip passed by slowly for him, but eventually they reached the destination.
Daisuke quickly went ashore and began making his way to the appointed meeting spot. He did not move with haste, and he stuck to the ground, to bring as little attention to himself as he could. It would reflect very poorly on his abilities if his mission ended abruptly because he gave himself away by acting abnormally. Upon arriving in the vicinity of where he was told to meet the contact he soon found the man.
Maintaining the pace he had set prior, Daisuke approached the stall the contact was perusing and followed his example. While examining the merchandise he softly said his part of the phrase. ”What is dead may never die.” The contact looked at him briefly before replying. “But rises again, harder and stronger. Follow me.”
They made their way out of the market through an alley, which lead to another and another. At first Daisuke believed that the man was trying to confuse him, but he soon realized that the contact was trying to prevent anyone from following them. Soon enough they arrived in front of a warehouse which they entered. While on the outside it had looked abandoned and nearly falling apart, inside was a different story. All around there were people moving about going about their business.
”Please inform whoever is in charge here that I have arrived. Until he has need of us we will wait here. The contacted nodded and promptly departed. He hoped that they would be able to start helping sooner rather than later, as he disliked the idea of sitting around for too long. | Lost's Retinue of Totally not Sterotypical Characters!
“My life belongs to this village and my comrades. I will never flinch away from danger nor collapse until their safety is guaranteed.”
The simplest way to describe Daisuke is massive. The top of his bald head reaches 6’5, and the width of his shoulders make it very difficult for him to get through most doors without pulling his arms in. He is far from the typical image of shinobi. Along with his giant size, Daisuke is almost completely muscle, not the lean, tight muscle that most ninja have but large hard muscle built from years of a strict regiment.
As far as clothing goes he is forced to purchase custom made shirts to fit his massive frame, though he only buys regular shirts typically white or gray in color. He wears regular pants, though only a few pairs of them had to be custom made. He only owns one pair of footwear, a set of sturdy boots. To finish off his casual wardrobe he also owns a set of black gloves that he wears most of the time, in case he wants to randomly train.
Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Daisuke Yama
【Alias】
N/A
【Age】
20
【Sex】
Male
【Sexuality】
Heterosexual
【Birthplace】
Konohagakure
【Bloodline】
N/A
【Rank】
Chunin
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Daisuke is very goal orientated, specifically with his sole desire to protect the village and the people within it from harm. This unfortunately does not translate well when it comes to social interaction. Despite the amount of effort he exerts in an attempt to have a good time and relax around his comrades he is always alert and looking for any signs of danger. He has been scolded many times because of this, but nothing seems to be able to temper his instincts.
In battle situations, or even missions in general, this characteristic proves to be highly valuable, though more so for his team rather than himself. He places himself at the front of the group, and if a battle does break out he focuses on getting the attention of as many of the enemy as he can. This has lead to a rather extensive collection of scars over the years, all of which he bears proudly as each one marks an attack that could have landed on another member of his squad.
Outside of this defining trait Daisuke is a very calm individual. While he clearly is capable of protecting against physical attacks, he prefers to diffuse a situation before it reaches violence when he is among fellow shinobi of the Leaf. The only thing that is actually capable of leading him to outright anger/rage is when someone endangers the wellbeing of others for their own cause. He understands that at times a mission will require a sacrifice, it is only when someone endangers an innocent just for the sake of protecting their own hide that he becomes enraged.
【History】
Daisuke never had a normal childhood, though he wouldn’t discover that little fact until he had already been halfway through his high school education. As soon as he could comprehend and perform the kata’s his father and mother both began instructing him in their Taijutsu style, which they had created together. They did let him have some free time of course, which he spent practicing what he had learned. He wanted to make his parents proud and figured that the best way to do that was to show them how eager he was to learn and perfect his family’s fighting style.
By the time he entered the base school system for aspiring shinobi he had a better base in Taijutsu than most students. Despite the fact that part of his day was now taken up by his education his parents did not stop or slow their teachings. In fact they increased it in a sense, as they now set aside time to educate them in their beliefs, specifically their believe that their family’s purpose was to protect. Even with this extra workload Daisuke did not allow himself to fall behind in any of his studies, managing to be an average student in most aspects with the clear exception being those that involved physical aspects. He graduated at the age of 13, though he didn’t begin attending high school for another year.
During the year between his formal education his parents started teaching him the Ninjutsu that they believed would be most useful for him. They dropped the philosophical lessons, deciding that he understood it clearly, instead they intensified the other two areas. They also began taking him with them on lower ranked missions, with the approval of the Hokage. The little time he was outside of his home he was still training, either increasing his stamina or increasing his chakra control which was weaker than average due to his above average chakra pool.
At the start of the next school year, when he was 14, he finally joined the high school. He continued to maintain being an average student, though better than when he was in the base school due to his increased training in both Taijutsu and Ninjutsu. He graduated at the age of 17. After which his parents requested that they be allowed to bring him on the long term mission that they had just been assigned. After explaining their reasons, they wished to give him one final test of their own to determine if Daisuke had mastered their teachings, the Hokage granted them their request. Mainly due to the fact that the mission wasn't of the utmost importance, and he knew their judgement would not be impaired simply due to their son's presence. The next morning they set off, the journey lasting a year and eight months. Shortly after returning, just a few days, both of his parents passed away in their sleep. As the custom of his family dictated Daisuke resigned from active duty for the time being so he could go on the hermitage that was demanded of him by his family's traditions. After spending one year in the Land of Earth, the home country of his family before his grandparents arrived in Konoha, he has finally made his way back to the Land of Fire and is returning to his village.
【Family ties】
Due to the small size of his family, only his parents and himself, Daisuke was very close to both of his parents. In return they both loved him dearly and dedicated their lives to making sure that their only child would be capable of not only protecting himself, but those he cared for. They both passed away a year ago, a couple of days apart. Rather than being destroyed by this event it actually made Daisuke feel honored, for he believed that their passing was their way of telling him that they believed they had no more to teach him.
Gaku Yama | Father | Passed away at the age of 58 (1 year ago)
Makiko Yama | Mother | Passed away at the age of 55 (1 year ago)
【Dreams and fears】
Daisuke dreams of the day when his village and comrades will be free from danger, it is the only thing that he has ever wanted. At the same time he fears the very same thing, for in a world where danger is non-existent he will no longer be needed. From his perspective his one purpose is to protect that which is important to him. Of course there is only one fear that surpasses the before mentioned example, that he will fail in protecting his comrades leading to their death or injury.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Daisuke’s style completely relies on his resilience and physical strength. Due to his massive body size it would be difficult for him to dodge attacks, instead he is forced to take the blows head on before counter striking. When someone is foolish enough to be caught within his range they will quickly be punished by his crushing strikes. His main goal in any battle is to garner the attention of as many enemies as possible, allowing any teammates breathing room and the ability to operate with as little danger as possible.
【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】
N/A
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
Doton: Swamp of the Underworld
B rank techniques:
Doton: Earth Style Wall
Doton: Rock Armour
C rank techniques:
Doton:Tearing Earth Turning Palm.
Doton: Ground Splitting Technique
Doton: Earth and Stone Dragon
Doton: Bedrock Coffin
D-E rank techniques:
Capable of all academy jutsu.
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Hammer of the Mountain
Rank:
B
Range:
Melee Distance/Striking Range.
Description:
The user channels chakra into their preferred hand, encasing it in stone, before striking at their opponent. The obvious advantage of this technique is that it possesses a great deal more physical damage to the object it hits, due to the combination of not only chakra enhancing the attack but also having a stone covering. The disadvantages are just as obvious, the attack is slower than a regular one would be, and it is also takes increased damage from Raiton based attacks
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Throwing weapons are useless in his hands, his immense bulk makes it so he is incapable of throwing them with anything resembling accuracy. All he carries are a few storage scrolls and a bingo book to keep well informed. |
47,681 | 1,294 | 5 | 800 | 3,846 | Earlier that day he was called in to be assigned to a team that would head into Kirigakure in order to assist in the rebellion against its government, at least from his understanding. "Uhhh...Why are we going to Kiriga-" His head was over the side of the boat. He wasn't sure if it was due to motion sickness or the boat rocking back and forth but he knew that his great feast of a breakfast was now chum. "gakure again? Something about a rebel-" And there was lunch. He decided he wouldn't talk after that. Instead he would make good friends the other side of the railing throughout the journey to the Mist village.
Speaking of the Mist village, he had taken notice to the extensive absence of a certain former mist nin that was supposed to now be a resident of Konaha. 'What happened to him?' A hard gaze looked back at him from the reflection of the water as he pondered this rebellion. He wasn't given too much information but they were going to assist in the rebellion. He managed to turn his head to see one of the Kiri ports and needless to say his teammate, Chen, seemed ready to go when he was called in to be apart of the team. "At least I'll be off this damn thing."
Once off the boat, which he personally made sure was him first, he waited for the rest of his team, Chen, or anyone from the resistance. For him, he was a bit skeptical at the idea of working with Chen at least. There always seemed to be something off about him but he could never pinpoint it. He shook his head as he looked over to the boat. who was now getting off the boat. He didn't know whether or not his teammates were on there with him, even though he had suggested that they go as a group. | Fallen's Vault of Stuff....And Things
“I bet 50 Ryo that I can guess your bust size...OW!!"
Gin stands around 6'0" and at 162lbs. He has a lean but muscular build showing that he had intense training. His Hair is long and white and kept in a ponytail. His eyes are separate colors. His left eye is white while his right is ice blue. His face is kept hidden behind a black mask outlined by what appears to be bone along the top, bottom and down the center which is accompanied by wrapping around his neck. He wears ninja mesh under a black and grey camo tactical vest. His lower torso he wears black and grey camofluage pants with black sandals. On his days off the mask is not present and he is usually seen in his black sandals, dark grey shorts that reach down slightly below his knees and a white button up shirt.
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Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Gin Mizumu Kakiyama
【Alias】
Gin, Ghost
【Age】
21
【Sex】
Male
【Sexuality】
Hetero
【Birthplace】
Kirigakure
【Bloodline】
Kakiyama
【Rank】
Chūnin
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Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Gin is a bit of an introvert unless you can get close to him in which case he can be a handful. He has a perverted side which he really doesn't mind showing which is the reason why women can't stand him and he comes home in bruises. He tends to overthink sometimes and can be arrogant in his judgment but this is a quirk of his that he tries to manage. He likes keep a hand on his blade's handle as a safety habit. He like to have fun when he can but usually his form of fun is training. He will feel uncomfortable if people stare at him but other wise will try to smile. When things go wrong he tends to calm down and try to analyze the situation before continuing but if it becomes to much he will overthink it.
【History】
Gin was a good kid when he was 5. Respectful to adults and friendly to his peers. His father was an ANBU in the Mist while his mother worked at the hospital as a medical ninja. There were days when both his parents weren't home to help him train for the academy but rather at work. In these cases he would go to a friend-of-the-family's house to train. Most of the time it was another ANBU or Jounin house but it was training nonetheless, it was something that he enjoyed. He also loved women, something his father loved too. His father never cheated on his wife but would make comments about other women that would get him in trouble. Sadly though, Gin had picked up on this.
Around the age of 9 he had entered the academy years in the academy were relatively easy as far as combat training but he lacked the academic ability. He would ask for help from fellow peers and teachers on certain things. It would take him time but he would eventually understand what was being asked. His life took a turn for the worst one night around the age of 13. He was home when his parents were arguing about a mission that his father was going on the next day. He asked what was going on and his mother could only cry. His dad walked over to him and handed him his headband telling him that "I am proud of you Gin, you're becoming a remarkable ninja, almost as good as your old man. Someday you'll surpass me and I'll be there to see it."
Graduation day came and everyone's parents were there except for him. His mother had taken time off for his graduation but his father was out on a mission. It was towards the end of the graduation when an ANBU member approached Gin's mother and whispered something to her in which she fell from her chair sobbing. He didn't realize it at the moment but he had lost his father that day during the mission. The once open and friendly boy became more quiet and introverted. He would still talk to his friends but not as much. His training however never stopped but in fact increased significantly. When he made chuunin his mother pulled him aside before and handed him his father's blade as a gift. "Your father would want you to have this." With this his training increased even further as it was a reminder of what his father said. By age 19 he was known through his peers as an amazing ninja who could surpass his father if he kept at it.
【Family ties】
His family life was enjoyable and had caring parents, there were times that they would argue but it was over important things like missions affecting the future or finances. His father was a bit of a perv which he picked up on so it was no surprise that he was caught peeking into the women's bathhouse. When his father died he was a bit of a wreck, nothing that couldn't be overcome but still did its damage.
Sakura Mizumu | Mother | 42, Mist, Medical Ninja and Living in Mist
Gin Kakiyama Sr. | Father | 45, Mist, ANBU and Killed in Action
【Dreams and fears】
He fears an early death but accepts that if it happens, it happens. He wants to be like his father, a great swordsman in his own right.
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Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
He has a unique balance of Taijutsu with Kenjutsu but he has mastered an art form that encompasses both his swords and his taijutsu skills he calls the Dancing Blade Technique. He had also learned a second style from his father before he died called the Crimson Mist Dance. He doesn't use this often but is efficient when he does. His ability to utilize his ninjutsu skills is great. He is well balanced in his actions on the battlefield.
【N/A】
Bloodline limit name:
N/A
Description:
N/A
Strengths:
N/A
Weaknesses:
N/A
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
N/A
B rank techniques:
Kusanagi no Tsurugi: Chidorigatana
Sairento Kiringu
Kirigakure no Jutsu
C rank techniques:
Mizu Bunshin no Jutsu
Raiton: Raijū Tsuiga
D-E rank techniques:
Henge no Jutsu
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Kakushi Kiri no Jutsu: Kurimuzonmisutodansu (Hidden Mist Art: Crimson Mist Dance)
Rank:
A
Range:
Short to Medium
Description:
This jutsu is meant to work in conjunction with the hidden mist jutsu. Once the user inflicts damage on an opponent, mostly laceration like wounds, the mist begins to absorb the blood and chakra of its victim, turning the mist red, hence the name. By the enemy’s chakra being absorbed into the mist, it increases its cloaking efficiency rendering sensor types or those with visual kekkei genkai almost useless as it acts like a jammer. As long as the enemy bleeds, the red mist will stay intact. However if the bleeding stops within a span of a minute, the red mist returns to its original mist state, reducing camouflage capabilities.
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Water Style: Mist Senbon Barrage
Rank:
B
Range:
Short to Medium
Description:
Small parts of the mist technique condense together to create water senbon needles and are sent towards the enemy. It' only as strong as water but just at a high speed. It's more powerful when used with Shock Grid since it spreads water around the mist. Easily overcome.
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Lightning Style: Shock Grid
Rank:
C
Range:
Short to Long
Description:
Sends an electrical current through wire to target. Mostly used in conjunction with ninja wire and/or water clones. By extending wire along a wet or moist battleground, Gin is able to send a strong electrical current through the wire across the “grid”. In order for it to properly work, there must be some water or moist area around the targeted area of effect. It is possible to use this technique without the use of water however the effectiveness of it is not as adequate.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Sukaikatta (Sky Cutter)
Weapon, tool or object type:
Chokuto
Description:
Sukaikatta is a chakra blade meant to channel lightning and water chakra. Its blade must remain wet or in its sheath. As it is drawn, the friction from the blade against the inner parts of the sheath begin a spark that helps increase its cutting strength. By keeping the blade wet, it gives its damage capabilities an increase even for simple cuts. However in order for it to be used the way it was made the blade must be wet and/or drawn a certain way by pressing the blade up on the sheath throughout the drawn.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Ninja Grid Wire
Description:
It is silver and copper in color and is used for his Shock Grid jutsu. It is not typical ninja wire because of what it is made from. It is more conductive than normal wire however its weakness are the same as ninja wire
"Just remember that you can always count on Cho. I'll always be there."
Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Chōkashi Hōdan Akimichi
【Alias】
Hōdan, Cho-sama, Onee-san(big brother)
【Age】
19
【Gender】
Male
【Birthplace】
Konohagakure
【Bloodline】
Akimichi
【Rank】
Chūnin
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Chokashi is considered one of the few heavy hitters of Konaha thanks to his style which can be considered Shock and Awe. His style encompasses brute force with a mixture of agility and speed, which for most in the Akimichi clan, is fairly hard to do however his father and his closest friends helped him accomplished this through extensive and intense training regiments, some of which would last into the next morning. His calm nature and ability to endure a lot of pain thanks to his tolerance he built during his years in the academy and in the Akimichi compound allows him to take massive amounts of pain and inflict just as much back. As an Akimichi, he holds large reserves of chakra due to their eating habits and how they use their calories to convert to food.
【Ninja techniques】
Canon Jutsus.
Rank B:
Hari Jizō
Baika no Jutsu
Choharite
Rank C:
Nikudan Sensha
Nikudan Hari Sensha
Fūton: Reppūshō
Ōkashō
D-E rank techniques:
He knows the basic D-E techniques.
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Akimichi Style: Buddhist Palm
Rank:
A
Range:
Close range however radius can be up to midrange
Description:
The user builds up a his chakra into the center of his palm and forms a bright gold aura that outlines the center of the palm in a swirl pattern with lines that run up each finger, forming into small swirls. As the palm is thrust into an opponent, the chakra build up is release in the form of a giant bell with a sound that some say resembles that of 1000 gongs being hit at once. This attack is known to cause massive structural and natural damage as well as stop squads in their tracks. One could describe it as a combination of the Resengan and the Hyuuga's gentle fist palm strike.
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Because of his status as an Akimichi, an heir nonetheless, he does hold himself highly however he does not let that get in the way of his friendships or interactions with others as seen in his humbleness and hospitality. He is usually very easy to get along with, even with those who have a more...abrasive personality. He likes to poke fun at others' problems but nothing in a demeaning manor, mostly out of fun. Chokashi is a protective individual and has a need to make sure the others around him are safe physically, emotional or spiritually. However he doesn't tolerate disrespect to him or those around him, especially when it comes to his family name. Being called fat or anything about his weight does not bother him however talking about his family name in his eyes is considered fighting words. He believes in Naruto Uzumaki's nindo way, "Never break a promise" and holds this to a high standard which can also make him appear stubborn at times, however to those that know Chokashi well, this is when he is serious. When a situation becomes life or death or just tense, his usual happy go lucky attitude is replaced with an eerie quietness and a for gaze. His stance changes from a loose feel to something more sturdy but battle ready.
【History】
At a young age, like all Akimichis, Chōkashi was teased about his weight. the first few years were a bother since he didn't understand why he was being bullied. It was something however he later learned after graduation to embrace thanks to his father teaching him about how an Akimichi gets their strength and abilities from their weight and would show the boy through training what he meant. His mother, a kind, gentle soul taught him how to cook at a young age, since it was expected that not only did the women know how to cook but the male as well. The better the cook, the better the relationship would be. With this, Chokashi would offer the few friends he had from the academy over to their monthly cookout which to his friends was "overwhelming" thanks to the abundance of food. This however only helped add to his bullying later because of the other families who were invited, some of their kids being the ones that teased him in school.
Later in life after graduation, when he was put in his team. He was put into a team of former "bullies", much to Chokashi's dislike. They would go about like any normal team as genin, completing menial tasks but what made it difficult at first for Chokashi was that his teammates would not give him the chance to actually show his worth. So one day during training he vowed to prove to them hpw strong he truly was in the Chuunin exam. Most laughed at him but he swore on his families honor and his own life, to him and later to many, that would show when he was truly serious about what he said.
The chuunin exms had rolled by and the first round went by with some complications that almost cost him and his team advancement. The second part of the exam, the fights, were a bit of a challenge to Cho because of how intense some of the fighters were. Many were surprised that Cho could last this long however his father had proclaimed that whatever Chokashi put his mind to he could accomplish. It was in the final exams where he proved just that by defeating a Hyuuga with his on Akimichi move the Buddhist Palm. Many were shocked that someone like him could even pull it off but that was the moment many changed their opinion about him. From there, he had quickly gained friends, many of them he considered family. He vowed to them all that he would protect every last one of them, even if it cost him his life.
【Family ties】
Because of the Akimichi's history in Konaha and the ninja they were consistently paired with, their main ties are with the Yamanaka Clan and the Naru Clan, both of which had supplied great ninja for great teams as seen with the Choj-Ino-Shika team back in the days of Naruto. They also have gained strong ties with the Uzumaki clan, the Inuzuka clan and the Hyuuga clan however not as strong as say the Uzumakis. Minamoru clan are only tied together through business as they offer the Minamoru armor and custom made MREs and other small supplies for their superstores.
Chokuto Akimichi | Father | 47, Akimichi Compound, Jounin, Present leader of the Akimichi clan and host of the monthly Akimichi Open Barbeque.
Haruka Akimichi | Mother | 45, Akimichi Compound, Jounin Cooking nin and head cook for the Akimichi Open Barbeque. Also violent towards those who disrespects her cooking.
Choji Akimichi | Ancestor | Deceased, Konaha, Known for aiding the Shinobi Forces during the fourth shinobi war. Also hated being called fat.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Tengoku no Bunki
Weapon, tool or object type:
7ft Bo staff
Description: Tengoku no Bunki, also known as Heaven's Branch, is an 7ft bamboo bo staff carved from one of the most dense trees in the forest near Konaha, bored out and filled with chakra infused metal. Its neck is semi thin while either side ends in a heavy knot. This bo staff, as heavy as it may seem is actually quiet light and very manageable on the field. It's ability is to transfer some of the users chakra into each end and release with concussive force.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Bukkyo No Te
Weapon, tool or object type:
Armored gloves
Description: Bukkyo no Te, also known as Buddhist's Hands, is a pair of armored gloves, similar to the pair that Sakura Haruno wore back in the day, whose ability is to help amplify the force of an attack by infusing it with chakra which is quickly condensed and released upon impact.
【Dreams and fears】
Less of a dream and more of what he tries to do everyday, he attempts to help everyone he can with the promise of being there for them. As far as fears he has no tue fears besides a horrible agonizing death. Should he die, he would want it to be quick. |
47,682 | 1,294 | 6 | 1,918 | 8,266 | The Gypsy
Just another day for the Gypsy of Steel
Dark, gloomy...no scratch that. It was downright depressing. Not to mention that never ending rainfall that continued to destroy her blonde hair, Amber eye stared up to the Grey could that loomed over. Exhaling out of her noise, Momoi Hiromoto Yasei ran her hand through her wet hair. "Take this missing they said, it'll be fun they said." she muttered under her breath. She even spat in disgust for this mission. "Outside the fucken rain village no less...in a damn cramped spot no less...fucken shit fuck!" she swore again unintentional letting out her voice before silencing herself once again.
"Nah, but be the rain, or some poor sap stubbing his foot into something."
Relaxing for a second. Momoi pulled out a gold covered scroll. Her mission was to deliver the message to the Rebels that were taken part in this civil war. The Gypsy didn't really pay attention to it really, but apparently- According to the hidden leaf village- this message was extremely important to them. Fishing inside her jacket, the blonde took of a flask of alcohol and took a quick swig of it.
The gypsy was currently located behind enemy lines. Along with another ninja from the hidden leaf: Tatsuya Terumi. Somehow no one of the rebel side had heard of a ally from the hidden leaf coming to aid them or give the information. As soon was the blonde appeared before them. They started attacking. This suprise attack and left the two opting to spilt up and run for cover. While it wasn't the best idea. It was the most logical. If you was caught or killed, the other would have to carry on the mission.
"Terumi.....come in Terumi...over." she clicked her tongue silently.
"Bitch ass rebel...those fuckers." Momoi was far from impressed of their work. Somehow she was now located underneath a crate with a few peepholes to look outside. She had been underneath it for the past few hours, and it was starting to become annoying. Even worse when to box was letting the water in. The only thing she could do was to study the pattern of the solders that came once in awhile to take the place of the last solider. They would either come in pair or trio. "If i'm correct, then the next switch should be..." leaving it of, she mental counted down from 5.
'4'
'3'
'2'
'1....'
"Alright buddy, your done here, move back to the main trench, the other are waiting for you." Right on cue, a average Shinobi entered the trench quietly. With a tired nodded the man keeping guard rose to his feet and wobbled away from the other. It was funny seeing the male walk away. anyone could tell that his legs feel asleep. As soon at the man left. It was Momoi window that she needed to take. "Alright, let's see what this book is about...."
The man got comfortable, but the girl couldn't take any chances. Not if she wanted to attract attention to herself, the last thing she needed was that to happen. Pulling out a Kunai from her bag. She gently lifted the box over her head and scanned the room.
"Straight up assassination? No, there would be took much struggle and blood." Her eyes were peeled, any unwanted parties and she could drop the box down and start from square one. "Misdirection?" her reached into her bag again and played with a flash-ball. As the name implied. throw it down and do the ram seal, then everything turns bright white. "No, it'll attract too much attention again."
Her time was running out quickly as she tried to find a way to leave the area, trying to leave with the guy there was not going to work. They were ninjas after all. Then it hit her.
"It's now or never." fumbling in her bag once again, she pulled out a pill for raising one's stamina. Lifting the box once more. Momoi looked around the area. In the distance was a spot light, it was not going to reach her location. Making sure her footsteped her silent as ever. She had carefully removed her shoes and proceeded to move towards her target. Holding the pill in her right hand, she inched closer to her target.
As blessing in disguise came to her. The man yawned. Without a split hesitation. She crammed the pill in the man mouth, making the man's eye widened. "Hey what th-!?" Momoi keep silent she wrapped her dominate arm around his neck and the other arm over her wrist to keep him in the chock hold. The pill would be lodged inside his pipe-hole while trying to fight Momoi sleep move. His face turned blue as he claws and struggled for help. But the girl's grip was too strong. Soon he died from lack of air and not to mention the pill stuck in his throat. Letting go she dragged the corpse back to the back she hid under and left the man there. Searching his valuables, the gypsy obtained a map, a few Kunais and water.
Also a lighter.
"It won't long till the switch over comes and that place goes into high alert." With a sigh she left the trench and followed the map. Every move had to be taken care of.
She tried her comms once again to reach her teamate. Hoping that he was still alive. "Oi...come in, it'll suck if you karked it already."
No answer.
"God dammit."
Just in the life of the gypsy. | Name: Katon: Phoenix Egg Bomb(Subject to change)
Rank: A
Range: Mid
Description: After making the needed hand seals, Akio conjures up a concentrated inferno of blazing heat, focusing it over her palm. It'll take a post for this jutsu to charge up, but when it does the flames will take on a egg-like shape as Akio thrusts her hand out to launch it at her foes. Upon impact with the target, the egg will explode with a huge amount of force and intense white hot heat. The radius of the explosion would be somewhere between 5-10m, though the intense heat can be felt from much farther away, burning skin if an enemy is near the edge of the blast.
The explosion itself takes the form of a phoenix rising high into the sky. The flames that the explosion created will stay for about 2 posts, however, the heat lessening by a great deal until it finally fizzes out. Through training, Aoi has lessened the strain this technique causes her body enough so that she can still move afterwards, meaning she only has to take the one post to charge it. She can use this jutsu 3 times before the chakra drain becomes too much for her system.
Seiteki Suji no Jutsu (Static Strings Technique)
Rank:E
Description: This skill allows the user to create strings of electricity that can either act physically as strings, or as a medium that can send small shocks to an opponent. One of this technique's most useful features is its ability to allow the user to detect outsiders. When the strings are placed around an area, they are often fairly difficult to see, and unnoticed by the quick eye. But when the string is used to detect outsiders, they can adapt a quality that is string-like and electrical at the same time. This quality makes the static strings into a string of electricity, but with such a weak current that it is rarely noticed by Shinobi who accidentally walk through the strings. However, when this happens, the user at once will feel a small shock in their fingers, or where ever else they are keeping the strings intact. But unless the opponent felt the weak current as they walked through the strings, the opponent will usually never know the strings were there. But beyond its ability to detect outsiders, this skill can be used as a normal string when it is needed but none is around, or it can be used to create small shocks to other people. However, the shocks are only a little bit stronger than static electricity, and usually do no damage at all.
Jutsu Name: Raiton: Thunder Bow
Rank
B
Range
Mid to Long
Can be fired at a target up to a 100m away
Decription: Aiko forms a bow out of lightning chakra, from which she can draw back and fire bolts of electricity from, the amount of power dealt depending on how long she holds it for. A quick draw only does a low-medium amount of damage and has no lingering effects. A Charged shot, which takes about 1 post to form up, does a fair deal more damage and will leave the target temporarily stunned if direct contact is made. The charged shot can also be split into four homing shots, which'll lock onto the opponents chakra signature. These only do slightly more damage than a quick shot on their own, but if all three hit the same target, then the damage can be even greater than a charged shot and can explode out to damage foes within a meter of the target.
Akio can now fire a detonation shot with a charged up bolt, which is less powerful overall, but can paralyze a whole group of individual for a few moments. She can also create a piercing shot, which has more focused electrical energy for more power and damage, but has reduced ranged as well, only being able to go about half as far as a normal charged shot. The piercing shot can pierce through most standards armors and defensive jutsu of equal rank or lower.
Static strings can be attached to the quick fire shots, so that if they hit, the user can hold the foe in place by running a constant stream of electricity through it, locking heir muscles in place. If this is done, neither Akio nor the target can move so it's not a good move for one on one, but good for lining up holding an enemy in place for another teammate to take down.
Katon: Myaku Hitofuki no Jutsu (Fire Release: Pulse Blast Technique)
Rank: B
Range:
Close to Mid
Description: An extremely useful jutsu, this one has the effect of flushing out or separating multiple opponents. Hurling a fireball about the size of a basketball, it is meant to be dodged in order to be effective. For at center of this fireball is a gaseous core which, when the spherical attack finally makes contact with something, will explode and this gas will expand rapidly in a loud bang. The bang is simply a precursor though, as instantly afterwards a sharp concussive force will issue out all around the center of the blast. Though the explosion of the attack itself is not very strong, the force it sends out is enough to knock anyone who is within a certain radius of it flying.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon:
Shuriken
Description:
A basic tool every ninja should have, it can be lethal if it hits a vital spot, but they are also good in creating some space for the fighter.
Weapon:
Kunai
Description:
A basic tool every ninja should have, it's the only weapon Akio has when it comes to CQC fighting.
Weapon:
Tanto
Description:
A short, straight, single edged dagger that has no point and is used primarily for slashing attacks.
Weapon:
Ninja Wire
Description:
A strong metal wire that can be used in various ways.
Weapon:
Senbon
Description:
A precision tool that, despite it's low lethality, can be very effective in slowing down and paralyzing an opponent if they are placed in the right place.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Aiko used to be a very active and sociable girl, if not very open to forming meaningful bonds with people outside of her family, and she used to suffer from a severe lack of self-confidence due to her father's harsh critique of her apparent lack of natural talent that the Tendou clan is supposed to be known for. However, everything changed after the Night of the Tendou Massacre, which would irrevocably change her, yet it's yet to be seen if it was for better or worse.
She is now rather withdrawn, becoming highly agitated and nervous when ever she surrounded by a group of people. If she finds herself suddenly surrounded, she tends to panic and tries to flee the scene as fast as possible. She also talks much less, speaking in short, sentences whenever possible, and usually hides her face underneath her trademark hoodie. However, due to her finally becoming a chunin, she is making an effort to get over these habits, though it's slow going at the moment.
However, her lack of social skills is more than made up for when it comes to what she has gained from that night. Where before she felt like there was nothing she could do right no matter how hard she tried, she now feels a determination to do anything and everything she possibly can, no matter how difficult or numerous the obstacles in her way are. This determination can quickly turn into stubbornness if she doesn't agree with the way something is done, leading to her sometimes being very argumentative at times with both her comrades and team leaders. Another thing that she has gained a tolerance to scenes of intense violence and horror, as she's seen horrible, indescribable things done to her family by her very own brother. After an event like that, there are few things that can top it. She has an edge and is able to kill without hesitation, but only when she feels it's necessary, otherwise she'll go for a non-lethal take down instead.
Edit: Due to Aoi's influence, Akio has learned to become more open and friendly to people, though she's still a bit of an introvert as well, preferring her company or Aoi's to that of meeting new people. Speaking of Aoi, she's actually rather protective and defensive about the harlequin, seeing an insult against her as an insult against them both. While she doesn't go to far with it, she is always ready to jump on someone who genuinely insults her clown in front of her. To do that is to find out how painful electrocution truly is, as she's always glad to give some first hand experience.
【History】
Before the massacre, her life wasn't really that grate as her father saw her as nothing as a mistake and an embarrassment for two reasons. The first is that she was a bastard child, a mark of shame on his honor as the Tendou family patriarch, though it was that same honor that duty bound him to take the child in, as her mother had died during childbirth. The second reason was that she was never good enough, and while she wasn't the most skilled of individuals, she was still rather good, some would say better than most.
But it was never enough for Akira Tendou, he demanded perfection, and severely punished those who did not meet his requirements. And as she hardly ever did, she was often met with scorn from her father, who never once acknowledged her as his daughter. And while that should've devastated her, she didn't find herself minding too much. She never once considered Akira Tendou as her father in the sense that he was a man to come to with her woes, worries, and needs, as that regard went to her older brother, Kokatsu. Ever since she came into their home, Kokatsu was extremely protective of her, getting into several fights with Akira and most of them ending in some sort of violence. Since she was young, she never got to see Kokatsu darker side, and she believes that he wanted to keep it that way as he made extreme efforts to avoid telling her about his job in any specific detail. He also expressed some sorrow when it became apparent that she was going to be joining the Shinobi forces, though never actively spoke out against it, unlike her father who was certain that she'd never pass and if she did, never make it pass a lowly genin.
If things had continued as normal, then he may have been right, for even she had begun to doubt her self and her reasons for becoming a ninja, of whether she was ready for the life they lived. But instead, soon after her seventh birthday, all hell broke loose. A ceremony was held, as Akira had decided to pass on his position as Clan Patriarch to his son, claiming he had never been prouder for him. Kokatsu took the Tendou blade(an artifact past down from Patriarch to Patriarch since before the elemental nations were even concieved) and, with a smile as bright as the sun, slew his father where he stood, dropping the weapon to perform a quick string of handsigns before slamming his fingers into the fresh corpse.
An eerie red light rose from the ground around him, and it was until many months after the event that she would hear that at the time, seals popped up all throughout the city. And so it was that Kokatsu opened a portal between this world and a world of darkness to unleash death upon all who lived within it. Only a single order was given, spare the children of the Tendou clan, they had done no wrong. And so it was that behind a veil of darkness, hundreds if not thousands died horrid, painful deaths, all the while a menacing laugh would echo through out it all. When the barrier fell and the demons fled, Kokatsu held out his hand for Akio to grab, only for her to flinch away, looking at her blood trenched sibling in horror.
Akio couldn't remember a time where her brother had looked more hurt then at that time, and yet she also couldn't remember a time where he seemed more relieved. He offered no pressure or force, just left without a word, and leaving her alone in a nightmare of blood, death, and sorrow. After the event, the Tendou children were taken in and eventually handed over to adoptive parents to raise them. Of those children, four would go insane from the trauma of what they witnessed as they grew up, one even committing suicide after slaughtering his adoptive parents. Tendou children where treated with a mix of pity, fear, and for Akio, hatred.
Given how closely related she was to Kokatsu, there were people, kids especially, who would take out their grief of lost loved ones out on her. This made it hard for her to trust and approach people, and also made it so she hated her features that so easily gave her away. But in the midst of these hardships, an ember began to burn bright with newly discovered passion. She developed a burning drive to train herself, to become as strong as possible. She was able to pass the academy with only minor difficulties, and did her best in her genin missions no matter what the they were. However, in the early years of her life, this passion nearly consumed her, as she withdrew from everyone, constantly running herself into the ground, and then some, for a reason that she wasn't even sure of. In actuality, she felt partially to blame for what happened to Kokatsu, thinking in her subconscious mind that if she had somehow been there for him more, it could've been avoided.
As life went on, however, she found herself to be taken unde the wing of Tsukiko Umene. The older jonin would drop by from time to time to check up on her, and if she felt it necessary, beat her in to shape. While at first Akio resented the woman, she eventually began to grow more attached to her as time went on, to the point where she thinks of the wild woman as the big sister she never had. Due to Tsukiko's influence, Akio began to open up to other people a little more and try to overcome her weaknesses. Also because of Tsukiko, the young Tendou can tend to have a rather vivid and imaginative vocabulary when sufficiently angered or upset, as well as having a bit of a nasty temper.
As of now, she's living in a rented apartment in downtown, having moved away from her foster parents the moment she became a genin, never to speak to them again.
【Family ties】
Akio feels nothing for her family name, and had nothing but fear for her father. Her brother and a few of the braver clan members were the only ones in her family to show her any kindness, though not without punishment. Her foster family after the Massacre were kind at first, but soon grew distant as she showed a great lack in interest in them. After that, they simply ignored her and she ignored them. Not the perfect home, but it was peaceful at least.
Tsukiko Umene | Big Sister figure | 29, Konohagakure, Downtown, Jonin
Kokatsu Tendou | Half-Brother, Father figure | 29, Unknown, Jonin and Missing-nin
Makoto Tendou | Half-Sister| 10, Unknown, Kidnapped by her brother on the Night of the Massacre
【Dreams and fears】
Her main dream and fear are one in the same, as both haunt her every time she closes her eyes, screams echoing through the darkness and blood spattering against her eyelids. She wishes to find her brother, to face him down and then . . . she doesn't known what she'll do, and that terrifies her more than anything else in the world. She also has a very intense fear of snakes, for an extremely good reason. Her biggest hope, and the one she believes in the least, is that some way, somehow, her brother will be able to redeem himself and comeback home, so that they can be a family again.
On a less serious note, she does have a desire to find the right person and have the nice family she herself never had the luxury of having. Along with her fear of snakes, she also tends to dislike rodents and insects, though to a lesser extent than snakes.
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Interests: Training, playing the flute, Photography
Likes: Aoi, people who respect her need for space, her private time, baggy clothes, Aoi's motorhome
Dislikes: Yamato, braggerts, perverts who try to move in on her or Aoi, public displays of affection, tight clothing
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Tatsuya is tall at around 6'2, and has a rather muscular upper body due to his work in the forge. His hands and arms are covered with numerous scars, burns and callouses due to the work he does every day, but he wears them with pride as they are the symbol of all his hard work. His red eyes come from his father, and shiny red hair comes from his mother. He also has a tattoo on his upper right arm of Ketsui lodged in the mouth of an active volcano. He got it the day he became a Genin as a symbol to never forget the determination it took to get him there, so that no matter how long the road to greatness looked, he'd never give up.
His normal clothing style is usually a plain white T-shirt, some jeans and steel toed boots( a nesseccity in his profession). He sometimes where a jacket if it;s cold enough for one, but more often than not, that's it for his casual wear. His combat outfit is a black, long sleeve shirt, a jacket over that, black combat pants and shinobi sandals.
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【Full Name】
Tatsuya Terumi
【Alias】
【Age】
16
【Gender】
Male
【Birthplace】
Konoha
【Bloodline】
Terumi Bloodline
【Rank】
Genin
Psych. report.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Tatsuya is a more weapon-based fighter, specialized in Kenjutsu mostly, as that is the weapon he uses most often, and has the most skill in using. That being said, his Taijutu is serviceable enough that he's not completely defenseless without his weapons, but it'll only do him so well for so long, especially against a skilled Taijutsu fighter. His Ninjutsu is also quite good, with a focus on controlling the battlefield rather than simply blasting his opponents away.
Up close, Tatsuya is a very good fighter, but he often has issues against distance opponent unless he can figure out a way to get them to come to him. He can either uses his jutsu to force his foe closer, or takes the battle to them instead. When it comes to using his Kekkei Genkai, he can sometimes use it to distract his opponents by making the ground underneath their feet really hot via forming lava just below the surface. A sneaky, but effective strategy, especially when facing an enemy of a higher skill level than him, as that split second distraction could give him just the edge he needs to either escape, or end a fight.
【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】
Bloodline limit name:
Lava Release
Description:
The lava release is a very versatile Kekkei Genkai that has multiple variations and abilities depending on how one uses it. For Tatsuya, he bears an affinity for manipulating volcanic materials like as Magma making a very, very deadly opponent to go up against. His Lava attacks can change the very battlefield, giving him a good amount of Offensive, defensive, and crowd controlling abilities. An added plus to this ability is that one can convert certain earth-style techniques into Lava style ones, at the cost of an increased chakra cost.
With some practice, Tatsuya has also been able to create a rubber-like material as well, which he can change the consistency of his chakra to make it work as an adhesive. While he's not skilled enough with it yet to use it in battle, in time it could add to his crowd control and supportive abilities.
Tatsuya himself suffers no ill effects from his use of this ability, and seems to have a bit of heat resistance as well, though not enough to make a real difference against a fire jutsu(this doesn't include his own lava, which he's immune to). It's a neat party trick for him to snuff out a cigarette on with his hands, but that's about it.
Strengths:
The lava style is a highly variable ability, granting nearly unparalleled offensive capability, effective defenses, and crowd control capabilities.
Weaknesses:
Lava attacks can be effectively countered by a strong enough Water attack, cooling down the magma into rock. Also, this ability is highly destructive, endangering both friend and foe if Tatsuya isn't careful about what abilities he uses and how he uses them.
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
B rank techniques:
C rank techniques:
Fire Release: Crimson Earth Spider
Earth Release: Subterranean Voyage
D-E rank techniques:
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu Name:
Doton: Ishi Yoroi no Ude (Earth Release: Stone Bracers)
Rank:
D
Range:
Self
Description:
By taking dirt and rubbing it on their arms or legs, after performing the necessary hand seals, a shinobi is able to create very durable defensive bracers that add extra protection when using the arms to block. The chakra that is infused in them help to soften the blows of any physical attacks. These are very useful for taijutsu users or to defend against an onslaught of upper body blows. These bracers are designed to block physical attacks only. However, by channeling Yoton Chakra into the Jutsu, the rocks and what not can heat up to a degree that while the burns they cause are minor, they can be extremely painful and distracting to the opponent.
Jutsu Name:
Tsuchi Tou Tou (Swift Earth)
Rank:
D, B with the addition of Yoton chakra
Range:
Mid to Close range
Description:
When performing this jutsu the user places his hands on the ground and causes it to move rapidly away as if it were a conveyor belt. As the shinobi increases in skill and rank the size, speed, and range of this jutsu all increase. While little more than a delaying tactic, if mixed with Lava Creation, it can create a rather deadly surge of lava heading straight toward the target at high speeds.
Jutsu name
Lava Style: Lava Creation
Rank:
B
Range:
2 meters in diameter for the starting point, close to mid range for manipulation
Description:
The user will first channel chakra into the ground, thus turning the ground to lava. The process is quick, as the ground will melt away into the liquid-like lava. This lava can be used to aid in his other lava based jutsu by creating a source which he can manipulate, instead of creating it himself. To increase the base area that is converted, the user must have both of his hands in contact with the ground.
Jutsu Name
Lava Style: Weapon Creation
Rank:
D
Range:
Any active Lava source with in 30 meters
Description:
The user of this jutsu will first channel chakra into an active source of lava, which will cause it to rise up quickly and making the lava thicker then usual, allowing the user to then mold it into a weapon with a few simple gestures. The weapons created will be about as hard as steel, but are usually rather crude and blunt.
Jutsu Name
Katon: Nenshou Tosshin (Fire Release: Burning Rush)
Rank:
C
Range:
Sphere goes is 2 meters long in diameter
Description:
A two-part technique in which the user blocks an attack by creating a sphere of fire around themselves, and after blocking the attack, the fires converge on his arms, upper body, and his feet to cloak him in flames. The fire on his feet can be used twice to launch him at his foes somewhat faster than before, and the flame on his hands and upper body make his Taijutsu more damaging due to being wreathed in flame, making it so that his attacks can inflict 2nd degree burns on the subject and get through most forms of clothing. The effect lasts for about 3 posts.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Tool Name:
Bag of Dirt
Description
Enough said
Weapon Name:
Ketsui
Weapon Type
A double-edged Bastard Sword
Description
Ketsui is the sword that Katsuya had to make to be allowed to become a shinobi by his father, a blade of unquestionable quality and a showing of true talent and hard work to be made by one as young as him. NOt only does it have a keen edge and made from durable metal, but during the forging process(where a mix of traditional and modern techniques were applied) he inscribed special seals into the metal to give it an extra function. THe blade could now store elemental chakra with in it's self and circulate it through the blade more effectively, enabling it to more effectively take on the aspects of whatever element it pumped into it. This also makes it capable of taking on even advanced chakra natures, such as Tatsuya's own Lava Release, with remarkable ease. And since it's able to store chakra as well, that means that one can fully charge it before a mission and activate and deactivate the seals inside with a simple one handed seal and a little chakra.
Chakra effects:
Fire: The blade is wreathed in a thin, but intense veil of fire, allowing it to cut through metals with only moderate difficulty and cause third degree burns.
Earth:The blade becomes denser and more durable
Lava: The Blade becomes as Hot as Molten Lava, cutting through metal with ease as well as getting a slight increase in durabilty
The charge is big enough that it can keep the blade active for a total of 5 posts. The Lava style requires more chakra, however, so he can only hold that for about 3 posts instead of 5.
Tool Name:
The Mark II Chakra Gauntlet
Description
This slightly bulky metal gauntlet holds some moderately complex hardware to make a more versatile version of the chakra shields used by the puppet-nin of the sand. It has a small disk-like object above the wrist which projects an energy shield around itself using the users chakra, and while the cost for maintaining the shield is low, the cost increases when blocking an attack. The stronger the attack, the more chakra it takes to defend against. At his current level, Tatsuya could defend against a B rank jutsu, though he'd be left feeling rather drained as a result. The chakra shield can be enlarge or shrunk at a moment's notice, and can even be launched along with the disc to make a decent weapon or a distraction. The projection disc is detachable, and Tatsuya usually keeps 3 extra's handy just in case. Tatsuya only has the one gauntlet, as it's still a relatively new piece he made in conjunction with his mother.
Tool Name:
First Aid Kit
Description
A basic medical kit that holds several chakra pills, first aid supplies
Weapon name:
Shuriken
Description:
Sharpened, four-pronged metal stars, useful for throwing. They can also be used for close combat, but not very efficiently. Although small, they can be used to distract, pin down enemy shinobi, or if accurate enough, can kill or incapacitate an enemy. They have an open circle in the centre, useful for grabbing with a finger, to avoid cutting oneself, or to put thread through. The circle is also beneficial to the weapon's overall aerodynamics, ensuring more accurate trajectories.
Weapon name:
Kunai
Description:
A black dagger with a handle wrapped in bandages and a small ring attached to the end of it. The kunai is designed for thrusting and stabbing, though it can still do some damage if thrown despite not being designed for it, and is about the length of one's hand.
Weapon name:
Explosive tags
Description:
These tiny slips of paper with seals drawn on them can pack quite a punch if used correctly, and can even be attached onto an enemy directly. Also can be attached to thrown kunai for accurate delivery or have a bunch wrapped into a ball for a more devastating payload.
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【Personality】
Tatsuya is an honest and sociable sort, one who believes that the best way to get something is to earn it through the sweat of your brow and the strength of your will. He's very open in both mind and personality, accepting of pretty much everyone, and at times a bit too forgiving, which people have taken advantage of in the past and probably will continue to do so in the future. However, don't take that as him being slow witted or foolish, as his mind is as sharp as the blades he forges, and he has a keen intuition, honed by years of attending his family's shop, for picking out when people are lying to him or trying to pull the wool over his eyes. He tries his best to remain courteous with all kinds people, but he's no pushover, and if you don't back off nicely, he will make you back off, whether it be through words or actions.
Tatsuya is also a bit of an artist, putting his experience in the forge into various metalworking projects and sculptures. While he's not terrible, it's obvious to see that e's still trying to find his niche with the art, as every piece is very different from one another, and he has yet to see one he particularly likes yet. He's also good at drawing, but that kind of a necessity when making designs for weapons, armors, and other such works, but he does sometimes take time out of his busy days to just relax and draw the world around him, mostly just random people on the street who catch his interest.
While usually rather humble and modest, Tatsuya takes great pride in what he calls his true art form, forging weapons and armors of his own that have a cool style while still remaining practical in use. He treats every work like a piece of art, and has also taken to learning several weapon types, because he always feels that if he knows how to use the weapon himself, he can better forge it for his customers. His favorite type of weapon is the sword, but he's also learned how to effectively use staves, daggers, tonfas, and a 3-part staff, which is his second favorite weapon to use.
【History】
Tatsuya's father comes from a clan of reknowned blacksmiths that originated from Mizu no kuni. They were known as the Kajiya Clan, and it's said that it was members of their clan responsible for forging the blades of the Seven Ninja swordsman. However, sometime after the rise of the Seventh Hokage, Naruto Uzumaki, a faction of the clan separated from the main branch and left Mizu no kuni, for reason's that very few outside the clan know about. The faction soon splintered off from each other, settling in several different lands across the world, keeping the name of their clan where ever they go to show that they still pride themselves in their linage.
His father, Katsuo, was born and raised in Konoha, living there for 17 years before he decided to travel to Kirigakure in order to find out more about his heritage. It was there were he met his wife-to-be, Katsumi Terumi. She was an eccentric inventor, and often considered to be the black sheep of her clan due to her . . . odd mannerisms. While the two didn't get along when they first met, their mutual love to create eventually formed into a relation ship, and after a 5 years, Katsuo returned home with Katsumi to Konoha with her father's blessing, where they were to be happily married 3 years later.
Fast forward 10 years in the future to the birth of Tatsuya, their second child and first born son. Tatsuya's early years where tough at first, as he was a rather weak baby, but he pulled through, eventually growing healthy and strong without any complications. Tatsuya soon spent a great amount of time with both of his parents in their respective workshops, though he tended to lean towards his dad's work then his mothers, he found both of them interesting. As soon as he was able, he would assist them in every endeavor they undertook, no matter how small a task they gave him to do. His family was a happy and connected one, for the most part.
The only real conflict ever presented before him was his father's staunch resolve to deny him from becomin a shinobi. Katsuo had seen both his father and brother become shonobi, only to die meaningless deaths and only him and his mother around to morn them, and he didn't want Tatsuya to become just another forgotten grave in the cemetery, killed before his time because he wass thought of as a simple pawn by the higher ups and above. Tatsuya, on the other hand, was adamant about it, wanting it more than anything else. Finally, Katsuo agreed to let the boy become a shinobi, but only if he could make a weapon that would impress him, and not a second before. The task was seemingly impossible for a then 10-year old Tatsuya, but he went at the challenge with a determination that blazed liked a wildflame.
Using Kajiya sealsmithing techniques, as well as his own talemt and skill with the tools available to him, he worked on numerous weapons, each a good viable weapon, but never reaching Katsuo's standards until one day, 4 years into the agreement, when he presented Ketsui to his father. The blade was spectacular, it's functions both practical and unique to it. It was a weapon deserving of the name Kajiya, and true to his word, Katsuo finally let Tatsuya join the academy. He took a separate class due to his age, but he was able to pass well enough, and was soon on a genin team at the age of 15. While only being a genin for a year, he shown skill and determination to succeed and thrive in the environment, and while Katsuo is far from happy about it, he is proud of his son.
Katsuo Kajiya | 51 | Father, Reknowned blacksmith and owner of the Kajiya Weapon Store, where Quality is guaranteed, located somewhere in Minato City
Katsumi Kajiya-Terumi| 53 | Mother, An intelligent weapon maker, if rather odd and eccentric in her behavior, she often works at the family shop as a cashier when neither Katsuo or Tatsuya are available, and makes money by building little machines and gadgets here and there for people or offering IT services and repairs.
Manami Kajiya-Terumi | 26 | Sister, Works at the shop full time and is currently working as an apprentice under her father.
【Dreams and fears】
Tatsuya dreams of one day making a weapon that is on par with that of those of the Seven Ninja swordsman, as well as becoming a reknowned shinoi that would be an inspiration for others. Tatsuya somewhat fears his Kekkei Genkai, as he's afraid that he might accidentally hurt, and even kill someone one day to to him not being able to control it properly.
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As the small rowboat traveled further down the river, a thin fog began to envelop the world around it. Only two beings were visible on the flimsy dinghy: a middle-aged man with black hair and a receding hairline at the stern with the oars and a tall woman with a hooded cloak and weapons across her back standing at the bow. The hood was up, mostly concealing her identity from behind or the sides. But the face was unmistakably Tsukiko Umene, if her weapons and posture didn't already give that away. The pace the two were at was painfully slow, at least in Tsukiko's perspective, but it was necessary. The guide knew the way to the meeting point after all.
The woman turned her head, looking over her shoulder at the man. The red armband he wore was the signal of his allegiance to the Kiri rebels. A token like that seemed foolish to the Jonin Commander, as any competent Kiri shinobi would recognize the pattern and quickly destroy the anonymity and stealth afforded by the armband. But evidently it was working right now and it wasn't her place to complain. It didn't really matter to her anyways. If this man were to die after delivering her to the meeting place she wouldn't feel a thing. The rebels' poor decisions were largely irrelevant to Tsukiko because now that she was entering the game there would be no more mistakes.
This is my first real task as the Jonin Commander, Tsukiko thought as she turned her gaze forward. The fog was slowly growing thicker, not it was yet to become too obstructing or annoying. My job was to become a killer, so I became one. Then my job was to become a leader and once again I met that goal. Now I have to become a commander. I will not fail. The river the boat was on led onto a lake or a sea, Tsukiko wouldn't know which. Some kind of large body of water, which was a sign that they were approaching the meeting point. This will be the stage that determines my future as the Jonin Commander. Where my skills and my leadership will both be put under the microscope. Every failure these rebels or my team makes will become my failure. The time it takes for us to succeed will also reflect on me. I'm no longer operating on a national scale.
This is the global stage. I won't just be judged by Konohagakure but also the entire world. Tsukiko sniffed the air, catching several familiar scents. Her expression didn't change as she looked forward into the mist. Funny. I've never cared about this stuff before. A grin formed on her face. That's why I am here today. So why should I start worrying now? As the small boat pulled up to the largest yacht at the center of the fleet, Tsukiko jumped up onto the larger boat without hesitation. She only gave her guide a wave of dismissal as she left. There were several people that seemed to be preparing a ladder, probably in anticipation to allow Tsukiko to climb aboard the normal way, though they gave up the moment they realized she was already on the deck. "I'm already here."
The woman made her way into the depths of the command center unassisted. It was only when she was close to the meeting room did someone catch up to her. While they didn't question how she knew where to go the look on the younger woman's face made it clear. In truth it was Tsukiko's senses that guided her faster than an actual guide could. The smell of two shinobi that she had worked with in the past, Aoi and Yamato. The Jonin Commander entered the room, hardly a few seconds after Yamato inquired if Aoi had seen Tsukiko around. "Nobody's seen me around," she answered, bringing up both her hands to remove her hood and allow her hair to hang down. Tsukiko examined both Yamato and Aoi for a moment, eyeing them up and down. They both seemed to be in good condition, likely having an equally easy and unobstructed journey as Tsukiko did. "Any trouble on the way? Have either of you been spotted and identified?"
It wasn't unnatural for Tsukiko to get straight to business, but her tone was far less aggressive than it was in the past. She always had a naturally condescending tone of voice but her demeanor now seemed to regard Aoi and Yamato as having some kind of respect or importance. Tsukiko was not talking down to them for once. "Our presence should be unknown but I need to know if we're not." Her right hand moved to her collar area, grabbing the cloak itself. Her left hand grabbed the custom strap that held her (new) spear and ninjato to her back, releasing it and setting her weapons the floor against the wall by the door. Then she removed her cloak completely, simply tossing that on the floor without care. While it didn't restrict her movements hardly at all it simply wasn't comfortable to Tsukiko. "Much better..."
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"I know you're on the clock and all right now but I won't mind the delay we'd have if you wanted to stop and give me your phone number," Shin said smoothly, a cocky grin on his face as he turned to look at the woman behind him. Despite all his confidence he received no reaction; she didn't even look at him. Instead the woman steering the boat looked past Shin, keeping her eyes on the water in front of them. There was an awkward moment of silence where neither person hardly even moved. "I understand we just met and all, and you seem like the busy type too, so I'll give you some time to think about it." The young man turned his gaze forward again, letting out a sigh. Still the female guide had no reaction.
Ah well. You win some, you lose some. Though it feels like I never win... Shin brought his hand up to his chin as he sat down. He wore his usual black coat with no shirt underneath paired with loose and flexible jeans, finished off with black boots and black, fingerless gloves. He even had his Konoha armband on, granted it was underneath his coat, leaving only one thing missing. He had left his police badge in Konoha, finding no need to bring that along with him. It wasn't like it would help him in any way in the Land of Water. Huh. My first time on a boat and I'm not even seasick. I wonder what fighting out here on the water would be like. I'd have a pretty good advantage, but perhaps a water user would have an even greater advantage. That would suck having to fight someone like that out here. Shin's thoughts began to wander off, having next to no pertinence towards the situation at hand.
Whether it was his confidence or ignorance that kept him from becoming anxious, one couldn't tell by looking. Though he was aware of the mission details and the world he was stepping into it hardly bogged down on his mind. It wasn't until they had arrived at a port town did Shin's thoughts drift away from fantasy and back into reality. Alright. Time for me to get serious. Shin stood up from his seat as they docked, a stoic and deadly serious expression on his face. That is until he turned around to face the woman who was operating the boat. "So how 'bout that phone number?" "No." There was another moment of awkward silence. "Very well then." Shin stepped off the boat, giving a polite wave goodbye to the woman as he navigated into the town.
It wasn't long until he reached a marketplace. He was told that he could find the contact here but it was never specified exactly where. It didn't take long, however, for Shin to spot a man with a red armband. That was the identifying mark. The young man approached the contact, "accidentally" bumping into him with his shoulder. "Oh, my apologies sir," Shin spoke immediately, perfectly feigning innocence. The man didn't seem too bothered, but once he faced Shin and saw who he was his expression changed. He recognized that Shin was a foreigner and likely one of the shinobi he had to escort. "Oh, I just got here and don't even know where I am. Can you help me with something? I was given a riddle by my brother in order to help my find my father and he said the answer was somewhere in this town. It goes something like..." At this point Shin lowered his voice, though nobody around them seemed particularly interested in what the two were doing.
"What is dead may never die." While the younger man thought his way of introduction was clever and witty, as determined by the grin on his face, the man with the red armband seemed far less amused. But nonetheless he responded. "But rises again, harder and stronger." Immediately the man began walking, to which Shin followed faithfully. The route he took was odd, requiring many twists and turns that were probably not necessary but ultimately were to help prevent them from being followed. In the end they arrived at a sort of warehouse, or a derelict building that was once a factory. Shin couldn't tell the difference. Once inside, however, it was alive with activity. Rebels, all of them, going about their business for whatever it is that needed to be done.
It wasn't hard for Shin to spot his comrade. After all, while Shin was one of the biggest shinobi in Konoha outside the Akimichi clan, Daisuke Yama was the biggest shinobi. The muscular man stood out like a sore thumb. While Shin wasn't too familiar with the guy, as per his memory Daisuke had left the village years ago for training and as such he didn't have nearly as much time with him as he did the rest of the class, he did respect him in a way. Shin was muscular and incredibly fit, but Daisuke was even more muscular. For the people who value strength there is an immediate respect to be given to the larger of two men. He briefly contemplated how well an arm wrestling match would go with Daisuke but instead scrapped the idea in order to focus on actually greeting him. "Yo, I can see you've mastered the art of stealth," Shin spoke up, appearing next to Daisuke and giving him a light slap on the back. The joke about stealth was obvious and Shin didn't feel the need to explain. "Sorry I took so long. Usually I'm quite punctual but I think the woman who was steering the boat got irritated with me and went slower than she was supposed to... Anyways I'm here now. Kinda surprised the Uchiha didn't beat us here, to be honest." | Jacob's Characters of Moderate Quality and Adequate Creativity
“Life is just a big-game hunt. Only you're the prey, not the hunter.”
Tsukiko's body has been toned by a lifetime of rigorous activity, while still retaining an inherent beauty. More often than not Tsukiko will be wearing her 'activity' clothes (see above), even during times of leisure. On that same subject: she is never seen wearing her jonin jacket aside from formal events. She is rarely seen without her necklace or her earrings, both clearly handmade and aged.
She has often been described to have a wild appearance, with her long black hair usually disheveled and her clothes never quite aligned right. It doesn't help that she is often grinning and has an air of carelessness. One can tell at a glance that Tsukiko has little to no inhibitions. There has always been a fire in her grey eyes.
Most of her weaponry is kept on her person, giving her a somewhat barbaric appearance when she's on a mission (or a hunt). Her sword and spear are kept on her back, both at a diagonal angle, while her smaller weapons and tools are kept in pouches along her belt or on her right thigh. In place of a buckle, her belt features the Konohagakure leaf symbol, which is the only feature of her appearance that identifies her affiliation.
Personnel Files
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Tsukiko Umene
【Alias】
Honey Badger
【Age】
31
【Gender】
Female
【Birthplace】
Unknown Location, Land of Fire
【Bloodline】
N/A
【Rank】
Jonin
Psych. Report
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Wild, that describes Tsukiko in word. She does what she wants, when she wants, with little regard to those around her. Only the people that have earned her respect can contain her. She lives for the hunt, which at this point in her life has become violence in general. She will pick any fights she can, if only to warm up or get exercise, and will play with prey that clearly stand no chance.
While indiscriminate in who she will fight, Tsukiko does love a challenge. She often handicaps herself when confronting opponents weaker than herself. To that same effect she prefers to work hard for even simple things such as food. If something would normally be easy for her, Tsukiko will take steps to make it more challenging and subsequently more fun.
Her chaotic presence isn't the most intimidating feature about her. Rather it is her perception, giving her an animalistic ability to sense fear, which she will playfully exploit. Tsukiko's dominating presence always makes her stand out, even before she opens her mouth. Speaking of language Tsukiko has a choice vocabulary that includes free use of any profanity or slur known to man. Not very lady-like of her but despite the harshness of her words, her actions will still be louder.
【History】
The tale of the Honey Badger begins twenty years ago, when a group of shinobi found a young girl deep within a jungle along the south of the Land of Fire. Saying she was "found" is a slight exaggeration, as she attacked their camp in the middle of the night. The shinobi were able to subdue the girl and return her to civilization. Her understanding of human speech was limited, but she learned quickly. After some interrogation it was concluded that she was raised by paranoid parents living out in the woods. Some years in the past they had disappeared and left this girl to survive in the wild on her own.
Seeing her as no real threat to Konoha, they let her go. She was dropped off at an orphanage in Downtown Konoha, where she spent six months before finding a family. A middle-class family, the Umene. They owned but a small ramen shop. Though they had a boy already, one only a few years older than Tsukiko, the mother of the family had recently had to undergo surgery. They were having no more kids naturally. With room for one more they took Tsukiko in. Her wild attitude provided a stark contrast to their everyday life. And so they enrolled her in school.
Being trained as a shinobi used her energy much more effectively than letting her run rampant in the streets of Smalltown. While she wasn't booksmart in the slightest, she more than made up for it in her physical capability and quick learning. Tsukiko didn't make many friends, but she made plenty of enemies. She enjoyed the opportunities to fight other kids, hoping that by defeating them she could lure out teachers to fight. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. At the end of the day she was always one of the biggest hassles, but she was unquestionably one of the best shinobi in her class.
Tsukiko became a chunin at the age of 17, graduating highschool the same year. While her older brother, a much more tame man, would go on to work in the Intelligence Department, Tsukiko wanted to get as much action as possible rather than as little. She tried her hand at police work but was soon recommended to take a different position due to her overly-violent practices. She moved between positions as a shinobi, most often taking oddjobs as they came so long as they provided some action, for several years. It wasn't until she became a jonin at 23 that Tsukiko found her calling: hunting.
An impulse vacation reunited Tsukiko with the wilderness she had spent her childhood in, bringing back a nature that had been previously thought to be tamed out of her. She has since viewed everything in her life as a hunt. From hunting actual animals in her free time to tracking down and assassinating dangerous shinobi. Her affinity for hunting shinobi got her noticed, making her somewhat infamous depending on the social circle. Many of the residents of Downtown hate her, and considering she lives by herself in a shanty apartment in Downtown she often gets visits from such people. On the flip side, many of the higher-ups and older shinobi appreciate her specialty because it makes their lives easier and safer. Nicknamed "The Honey Badger" for her deceptively cute appearance and unforgivingly violent nature, Tsukiko lives life on a day-to-day basis. Life has become one big hunt for her, and she loves hunting.
【Family Ties】
With no knowledge of her actual parents or family, Tsukiko is perfectly integrated into her adoptive family. She was raised just as one of their own, making the lack of blood relation entirely irrelevant. Despite numerous conflicting opinions and ideals between Tsukiko and her family they are still able to appreciate each other.
Reijiro Umene | Adoptive Father | 55, Konohagakure, ramen shop owner and respected community member.
Hana Umene | Mother | 52, Konohagakure,
Ichiro Umene | Older Brother | 32, Konohagakure, Intelligence Officer with a small family of his own.
【Dreams and Fears】
Tsukiko's most lavish dream is to hunt all the mythical beasts in the world. Outlandish as it is, that's what she wants most in life. A much more grounded goal is simply to hunt and kill challenging prey, including strong Shinobi. Tsukiko has always been rather fearless, leaving her without any debilitating mental weakness. She doesn't fear things so much as she respects them, such as death and extreme pain. If anything had to be considered a "fear" it would be the death of her adoptive family. She doesn't actively worry, but if it came to pass it would affect her more so than anything else.
Combat Reports
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting Style】
Having spent her early years surviving mostly on her own in the wilderness, Tsukiko has developed a sort of feral style of her own. Like an apex predator she will stalk and analyze her prey before going in for the kill. The goal is to strike fast and hard, exploiting weak points and giving her quarry no time to react. This tactic often leaves the target mutilated or otherwise incapacitated. For groups of targets Tsukiko will use a hit-and-run strategy to handle them one at a time and instill fear while inflicting damage. While her prey may run they can never hide, and they won't run for long anyways. Tsukiko loves it when they run...
【Ninja Techniques】
A rank techniques:
Hiding with Camouflage Technique
B rank techniques:
Earth Release: Moving Earth Core
C rank techniques:
Earth Release: Hiding Like a Mole
Earth Release: Hiding in Rock
Earth Release: Subterranean Voyage
D-E rank techniques:
*All Basic Jutsu*
【Custom Made Techniques】
Jutsu Name:
Tiger Trap Technique
Rank:
C
Range:
Variable, 2m to 10m radius.
Description:
Tsukiko prepares a web of ninja wire across a set area on the ground, stealthily of course. When a target steps over it they get tangled in the wires and lose their balance. Should they completely fall they will become totally entwined and vulnerable. Breaking out with brute force would be difficult, but sharp blades will be able to cut the wires.
Jutsu Name:
Sudden Spider Web Technique
Rank:
C
Range:
Short
Description:
Using two walls (or anything vertical nearby each other), Tsukiko quickly uses ninja wire to create a web that is difficult to see initially from camouflage. Targets running into this trap get ensnared, like in a net, leaving them vulnerable. It would be difficult for the victim to muscle their way out, but if their arms aren't too entwined they can use sharp objects to cut themselves free.
Jutsu Name:
The Killing Blow
Rank:
A
Range:
Medium-Long, effective to 100m
Description:
Tsukiko channels chakra into her arms, overcharging her muscles. They gain significant muscle mass, affording a temporary but powerful boost to strength. This brief buff is used to hurl her Monicker spear at incredible speed with equally incredible stopping power. The name of the technique leaves little to the imagination of what the results of a direct hit is. Though chakra efficient, using this technique causes strain on Tsukiko's arms and using it in succession will surely exhaust her to the point of being unable to use her arms at all. She can use it up to two times within a 24 hour period, but any more than that will result in overexertion of her arms.
【Weaponry, Tools, and Objects】
Weapon/Tool Name:
Ninja Wire
Description:
Many, many meters of standard ninja wire are kept on Tsukiko's person at all times. They are invaluable to her fighting style, due to their utility in trapping or controlling a battlefield.
Weapon/Tool Name:
Exploding Tags
Description:
The name is self-evident. Tags that explode when activated with chakra, either via a timer or contact. Notably can be activated safely by channeling chakra through ninja wire, so as to allow Tsukiko to detonate them instantly without risk of injury. Useful for traps and typical combat.
Weapon/Tool Name:
Kunai and Shuriken
Description:
Common in the shinobi world, the standard throwing weapons have a place in Tsukiko's fighting style. Simple, efficient, and effective. What kind of shinobi would leave home without at least a few of these?
Weapon/Tool Name:
Monicker
Description:
A spear capable of melee and ranged combat. Though light it is incredibly sturdy, being capable of blocking or deflecting many bladed weapons.
Weapon/Tool Name:
Equalizer
Description:
A ninjato with a blade that is longer than average, being almost katana-like in length while retaining a straight edge. Very sharp, used for cutting things. And by things I meant people.
Weapon/Tool Name:
Gut Knife
Description:
A hunting knife with a small hook on the back of the blade's tip, used for gutting and dressing recently killed prey. Not really used for combat, at all, but Tsukiko likes to hunt and she likes to eat meat. So she never leaves home without it. Also good for scaring people or violently interrogating bad guys.
【Other】
Voice:
Colleen Clinkenbeard
Theme Song:
Archangel
"Crystal clear."
Shin has grown slightly over the past two years, making him taller than average but by a small margin. However his muscular build still makes him outweigh most other shinobi his age or height. His size can intimidate some, though he usually has a friendly expression. No longer does he wear the kimono and jacket combo, instead opting to wear only the black jacket. No shirt or anything underneath, so when he takes off the jacket for combat he will be shirtless. Aside from his muscles and tattoo (explained below) there is a thick mass of scar tissue over the center of his chest.
The tattoo he has, over his heart, is of an orange gemstone. Shin doesn't carry any weapons on him, which makes many people not realize he is a shinobi. An armband around his right bicep is emblazoned with the leaf symbol of Konoha, being the only way of detecting his allegiance by looks alone.
Due to his body type and smooth facial features, Shin is considered an attractive young man. His light blue eyes are a sharp feature of his that warrants attention. His pretty-boy face is usually the only eye candy that people can see, but he has removed his over-clothes enough times for it to be common knowledge that he is built strong. His medium-length hair is well kept but occasionally can fall over his eyes.
Personnel Files
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Shin Maru
【Alias】
Topaz
【Age】
19
【Gender】
Male
【Birthplace】
Konohagakure
【Bloodline】
Maru, known for some members having the unique Crystal kekkei genkai.
【Rank】
Chuunin - Police Detective
Psych. Report
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Shin is a proud, headstrong young man. He believes that human beings can attain anything with enough effort and he follows this ideology himself. Confident in his abilities and comfortable with his flaws, Shin makes an effort to progress as an individual every day. This usually consists of training but sometimes he will try to improve his personality as well by helping others in need (usually girls).
Speaking of girls, Shin has shown improvements over the past few years in regards to his treatment of them. While he is prone to the occasional bout of perversion, he is mostly tame nowadays. As well, his difficulty in combating or even confronting women is mostly gone. He may occasionally oggle, but for the most part he has matured.
Shin is known to stand up for those that don't stand up for themselves, getting him into other people's business whether they appreciate it or not. He tries to solve things amicably first, but he isn't afraid to fight when push comes to shove. Shin believes that he should only fight over a dispute if the other party initiates, so he almost never throws the first punch. His self-appointed role as a protector of the weak gets mixed reactions from those he assists, but regardless of the outcome Shin continues to think that his efforts to become a good person will all pay off eventually.
【History】
Shin Maru was born with the Crystal Release, a rare trait even among the Maru clan. He was instantly considered one of the elite, having a natural superiority over the others due to their lack of the Kekkei Genkai. Shin's father, Kaito, was another user of Crystal Release and the de facto leader of the Maru clan's elite: The Gemstones.
Each member of the Maru that has the Crystal Release is inducted into the Gemstones, being marked a codename in relation to a gemstone. Shin was decided to be Topaz, and such he was marked with an orange gem on his chest at the tender age of six. Kaito trained him with strict practice, molding Shin into a strong shinobi. Though his training could be harsh at times, Shin only took it with a positive note. He preferred to look at it as improving himself as compared to making his clan look good.
Going into school proved to be fun for Shin. His life until grade school had been fairly sheltered, but now he was able to meet all kinds of new people. He had initial difficulties around girls but grew to behave himself around them. In fact he seems to be at his nicest when around people of the opposite gender. One would expect that given how much time he spent around The Gemstones growing up: a group of boys and men. He performed quite well in school, becoming one of the top students though not quite the best.
He was popular in school despite this, mainly for his looks but also his personality. For one reason or another, most of the other teenagers liked spending time with him. He didn't get into fights that often, and when he did it was to stop a bully or something chivalrous like that. His likability even allowed most girls to forgive or ignore his occasional perversion. His relatively calm behavior made it hard for people not to tolerate him, though nobody could deny that Shin might occasionally think highly of himself. With his recent graduation, the young chuunin has been wondering what his next goal should be.
【Family Ties】
Strict and traditional, the Maru clan is almost exclusively shinobi. Most members end up becoming policemen, save for the few Crystal Release users that form their own organization. Shin grew up with no siblings, but he spent plenty of time with his family. Before grade school he spent most of the day training with his father and the rest of The Gemstones, creating a tight bond with his family despite the harshness of the training. Tough love, one could say.
Kaito Maru | Father | 39, Konohagakure, Head of The Gemstones and established jonin.
Kaede Maru | Mother | 38, Konohagakure, a jonin that works as a police officer stationed in the Financial District.
Jugo Maru | Uncle | 34, Konohagakure, a member of The Gemstones.
【Dreams and Fears】
Shin has recently come to a point in his life where he is uncertain of what he wants in his life. His original dream was to become a strong shinobi, but he has recently come to a crisis where he feels he should strive for more. Only he doesn't know what he wants. On the flip side he is very well aware of his fears. Humiliation and shame are two things he wants to avoid to the best of his abilities, but his greatest fear is being alone. He doesn't like being by himself in the slightest, so he fears growing older and becoming lonely. Perhaps this is why he tries so hard to impress girls.
Combat Reports
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting Style】
As one could figure from looking, Shin is a strong fighter. His style makes great use of his physical capabilities, making him an excellent practitioner of taijutsu. With the use of his Crystal Release he becomes an effective tank without any speed drawbacks, balancing a heavy defense with a powerful offense. Shin is a dominant force in close-quarters combat, but he is also capable of attacking at range. His Kekkei Genkai's versatility is fully utilized in his style, but Shin will primarily try to defeat his opponents with his body rather than his ninjutsu.
【Kekkei Genkai, or Bloodline Limit】
Bloodline Limit Name:
Crystal Release
Description:
The Crystal Release is a rare and specialized field of elemental ninjutsu that can create crystal as well as manipulate already-existing crystals and crystalline structures.
Strengths:
The ability to crystallize anything with mass is quite a strength. The crystals formed are durable and solid, lending incredible offensive and defensive utility. Even illusions and weapons can be created on the fly, making this a versatile Kekkei Genkai.
Weaknesses:
Cannot crystallize anything without solid mass, so energy like fire, wind, and lightning cannot be countered. As well, a certain frequency of sound wave can break down the crystals due to their molecular formation. Lightning release is notably effective against crystals as well.
【Ninja Techniques】
A rank techniques:
Crystal Release: Crystal Encampment Wall
B rank techniques:
Crystal Armor
Crystal Release: Jade Crystal Prison Technique
Crystal Release: Growing Crystal Thorns
C rank techniques:
Crystal Release: Giant Hexagonal Shuriken
Crystal Release: Jade Crystal Blade
Crystal Release: Crystal Lance
D-E rank techniques:
Crystal Release: Hexagonal Shuriken
*All basic jutsu*
【Custom Made Techniques】
Jutsu name:
Crystal Release: Jade Crystal Bow
Rank:
C
Range:
Medium-Long
Description:
A longbow of crystal is created by crystallizing the moisture in the air and expanding from it. The string, despite being crystal, is flexible and can be drawn as a regular bow. When fully drawn, a crystal arrow is formed from the string, and once it is completely formed it can be fired. Crystal arrows have the same effective properties as regular arrows. This technique is useful for hitting a single target at long range with enough power to actually kill, which shuriken cannot provide at that range, and without making any noise or revealing Shin's location.
Jutsu name:
Crystal Release: Diamond Eyes Technique
Rank:
B
Range:
Self
Description:
A powerful genjutsu countermeasure. By crystallizing the outer layer of his cornea, Shin becomes not only immune to most ocular genjutsu but will actually reflect the effects onto the caster. This does nothing for genjutsu activated by other means, only ones activated by eye contact. As an added bonus it protects his eyes from damage, though Crystal Armor can also do the same but more effectively.
【Other】
Voice:
Robert McCollum
Theme Song:
Carpe Diem
【Full Name】
Kaito Maru
【Alias】
Onyx
【Age】
41
【Role】
Police Superintendent (Naruto City)
【Personality】
Well practiced and experienced, Kaito has a strict but approachable air about him. He speaks simply and directly, holding nothing back where it is required and practicing caution when details must be kept secret. He tolerates no fools and will immediately express his disappointment when any are in his presence. All things must go according to the rules and any deviations are met with harsh skepticism. A true figure of authority that one can tell at a glance contains power, wisdom, and respect.
【Techniques and Tools】
Various Crystal Release techniques (see Shin Maru for some references).
【Others】
Known as the Onyx, Kaito's Crystal Release techniques produce black crystals (though they still retain a level of transparency only slightly less than most his clanmates). His work on solving cases is known more than his administrative capability, though these days he doesn't take cases as often. |
47,684 | 1,294 | 8 | 1,918 | 8,266 | Akio Tendou
"Far as I know, we're here to help the civilians learn how to fight and arm themselves, though if that doesn't catch your fancy, I'm sure thy can always use more eyes to keep a look out for Kiri-non that will probably be skulking about." Akio spoke somewhat disinterestedly, her last comment being directed more towards Chen as the boat came to a halt. Unlike Chokashi, she knew exactly what was up with their bloodthirsty friend, having lived with someone of a similar nature for he first half of her life. Why they put a guy like him on a relatively low-risk mission is a mystery to her, though in reality, low-risk in this situation wasn't saying much. I don't quite understand why we're taking such an active stance in helping these people, and while I agree that these people should be given assistance, sending our own forces in seems a bit drastic.
Akio sighed, running a hand through her hair in frustration as the boat came in to doc, already getting the feeling this mission would be a pain in the ass. With a sigh, she followed after Chen, motioning for Chokashi to follow her. The two would take a different route to the underground camp, led there in a similar fashion by a woman running a small medicinal store. Once they had made their way to the camp, they were escorted to the same waiting area as Chen had been just a shirt while earlier. This was done to make the group less noticeable by any potential informants, which is why they all had also hidden any noticeable trademark of their Konohagakure origin.
Akio would take one of the seats, waiting patiently for the person in charge of this operation to show up. After a few long minutes of nothing, made longer by both anticipation and the lack of anything interesting to pass the time, the group would hear some footsteps approach the entrance of their room rather hurriedly, the make-shift door opening to show a tall woman followed by a rather muscular man, both wearing slashed Kikri headbands on their bodies, with the woman wearing it around her arm and the man wearing his in more of a bandanna fashion around his neck.
These two were obviously professionals of reasonable strength, probably either low-leveled jounin or high Chunin. The woman wore a conservative outfit of a light blue jacket, black turtle neck underneath, and blue camp Shinobi pants and sandals. Her hair was a dark black while her eyes were a strangely hypnotic blood red, and judging from how much of a disheveled mess her hair was, tied in a messy bun that barely seemed to be holding itself together, she was rather stressed. She looked like she might lash out at the next person who even looked at her the wrong way, though she'd be hard presses to notice it right now as her eyes were glued to a clipboard holding various pieces of paper listing everything from the amount of patrols seen in the area to the training schedule for all the current civilians. She wouldn't address any if the group, just taking the chance to sit down in a chair and continue with whatever work she was currently doing, mumbling curses to herself as she did so.
"Welcome to Mizu no Kuni, Shinobi from Konohagakure, and sorry for the lacking accommodations, but we have to make the best of what we have around here, and it tends to not be much." This would be the man talking, a large and well muscled individual that wore no shirt, just some basic Shinobi pants, sandals, and the harness on his chest to hold the rather large Sword he had strapped to his back. The blade was rather wide, not to mention it's length which was nearly as much as the man. It had a full black look to it as no light reflected off it's surface, giving Orr a slightly ominous appearance to it. The man himself held rather solid features, with scars covering his frame and one of his eyes being hidden under an eye patch, the area around being exceptional scarred, as if it had been badly burned. His uncovered eye was a steely gray that would appraise each of the Shinobi present for a little while before continuing with the introduction.
"Moving on from that, I'm sure you all k ow why you're here, but as a refresher, we need at least two of you to assist I the training of civilians, while the other can also assist in training, or joing the guard duty to keep an eye out for any Government patrols that might Ghent close to discovering the hideout. It's unlikely given our location, but their have been reports of some forces beginning to check around sewer entrances for signs of recent use, so who knows when an attack may come." The man gave a sigh before he stood up, motion for the others to do the same. The dark-haired woman would stay sitting down, too absorbed in her work to be bothered with getting up. The man seemed to think about saying something, but shook his head as he decided to leave her to what she was doing. Walking outside, he'd hold the door open to allow the others through before moving on to lead them to another destination.
As the group made their way through the camp, they'd get the chance to better observe their surroundings. They were currently situated in a large cistern with pieces of scrap metal and other such junk making for bridges across rivers of filth that streamed through the canals. Spread through out where several ramshackle huts and tents of varying sizes, some looking rather old and worn while others seemed only recently put together. There was a clear difference in the people that lived here as well, as while some people seemed to be staying inside the huts and constantly holding their nose against the god awful stench of sewer, Akio included in this demographic as the smell was doing her no favors, most of those around seem generally unphased by the smell, as if they'd been around it all their lives.
"Strange little hideaway, ain't it?" The man suddenly spoke as they made their way through, taking notice of any wandering gazes. "I had no idea this place existed until I joined wi th the rebellion, and I was born in the town just above. This place has been around for awhile, a home for the homeless, from what I can gather though you'll have to talk about one of the locals for more information on it's history. Easy enough to spot, they're the ones who don't mind the smell." The swordsman chuckled at his joke as they made their way down a tunnel, the big guy giving a nod to the two guards at the entrance as he made his way down. The way was lit by a few gas lanterns set at regular intervals, shadows leaping everywhere with the flickering of the flames. Eventually, they'd exit out into another cistern, this one being much more bare, with the canals all being covered by a mass of earth, obviously the result of Doton jutsu.
This was obviously the training area, as it was a mostly flat area with lots of groups of people participating in various training exercises, from weapon handling to Taijutsu. However, it was immediately apparent that their was a lack if staff, as a few if those he seemed recharge of giving instructions where having to work several groups at the same time, a very tiring position to find oneself in.
"Okay, this is where we part ways. I'm heading off to take my shift on guard duty, so the one of you that may want to be a guard can follow me. The other two should report to the big tent off to the corner to receive further briefing and decide what they'll be teaching. Oh, and before I forget, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Takeo Miyazawa, and I'm the head of security around here. The dark haired woman from earlier is called Tatsu, and she's in charge of keeping this place running smoothly, as well as keeping everyone here safe, so if she snaps or barks at you, please understand that she's under quite a lot of stress everyday, and it gives her quite the temper." Takeo gave the team a nod before he made his way off down another tunnel, supposedly to make his way to the another entrance to the encampment to watch for intruders. Akio, in turn, made her way towards the tent that had been pointed out to her, as her skills would probably be put to better use in helping the civilians and relieving the workload rather than staring down a dark tunnel waiting for something to happen.
Once they arrived at the tent, they'd be asked a few questions by the only guy available to process them about what they were most skilled in. Akio would be sent to assisting in weapons training, due to her finesse and skill with throwing weapons. | Name: Katon: Phoenix Egg Bomb(Subject to change)
Rank: A
Range: Mid
Description: After making the needed hand seals, Akio conjures up a concentrated inferno of blazing heat, focusing it over her palm. It'll take a post for this jutsu to charge up, but when it does the flames will take on a egg-like shape as Akio thrusts her hand out to launch it at her foes. Upon impact with the target, the egg will explode with a huge amount of force and intense white hot heat. The radius of the explosion would be somewhere between 5-10m, though the intense heat can be felt from much farther away, burning skin if an enemy is near the edge of the blast.
The explosion itself takes the form of a phoenix rising high into the sky. The flames that the explosion created will stay for about 2 posts, however, the heat lessening by a great deal until it finally fizzes out. Through training, Aoi has lessened the strain this technique causes her body enough so that she can still move afterwards, meaning she only has to take the one post to charge it. She can use this jutsu 3 times before the chakra drain becomes too much for her system.
Seiteki Suji no Jutsu (Static Strings Technique)
Rank:E
Description: This skill allows the user to create strings of electricity that can either act physically as strings, or as a medium that can send small shocks to an opponent. One of this technique's most useful features is its ability to allow the user to detect outsiders. When the strings are placed around an area, they are often fairly difficult to see, and unnoticed by the quick eye. But when the string is used to detect outsiders, they can adapt a quality that is string-like and electrical at the same time. This quality makes the static strings into a string of electricity, but with such a weak current that it is rarely noticed by Shinobi who accidentally walk through the strings. However, when this happens, the user at once will feel a small shock in their fingers, or where ever else they are keeping the strings intact. But unless the opponent felt the weak current as they walked through the strings, the opponent will usually never know the strings were there. But beyond its ability to detect outsiders, this skill can be used as a normal string when it is needed but none is around, or it can be used to create small shocks to other people. However, the shocks are only a little bit stronger than static electricity, and usually do no damage at all.
Jutsu Name: Raiton: Thunder Bow
Rank
B
Range
Mid to Long
Can be fired at a target up to a 100m away
Decription: Aiko forms a bow out of lightning chakra, from which she can draw back and fire bolts of electricity from, the amount of power dealt depending on how long she holds it for. A quick draw only does a low-medium amount of damage and has no lingering effects. A Charged shot, which takes about 1 post to form up, does a fair deal more damage and will leave the target temporarily stunned if direct contact is made. The charged shot can also be split into four homing shots, which'll lock onto the opponents chakra signature. These only do slightly more damage than a quick shot on their own, but if all three hit the same target, then the damage can be even greater than a charged shot and can explode out to damage foes within a meter of the target.
Akio can now fire a detonation shot with a charged up bolt, which is less powerful overall, but can paralyze a whole group of individual for a few moments. She can also create a piercing shot, which has more focused electrical energy for more power and damage, but has reduced ranged as well, only being able to go about half as far as a normal charged shot. The piercing shot can pierce through most standards armors and defensive jutsu of equal rank or lower.
Static strings can be attached to the quick fire shots, so that if they hit, the user can hold the foe in place by running a constant stream of electricity through it, locking heir muscles in place. If this is done, neither Akio nor the target can move so it's not a good move for one on one, but good for lining up holding an enemy in place for another teammate to take down.
Katon: Myaku Hitofuki no Jutsu (Fire Release: Pulse Blast Technique)
Rank: B
Range:
Close to Mid
Description: An extremely useful jutsu, this one has the effect of flushing out or separating multiple opponents. Hurling a fireball about the size of a basketball, it is meant to be dodged in order to be effective. For at center of this fireball is a gaseous core which, when the spherical attack finally makes contact with something, will explode and this gas will expand rapidly in a loud bang. The bang is simply a precursor though, as instantly afterwards a sharp concussive force will issue out all around the center of the blast. Though the explosion of the attack itself is not very strong, the force it sends out is enough to knock anyone who is within a certain radius of it flying.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon:
Shuriken
Description:
A basic tool every ninja should have, it can be lethal if it hits a vital spot, but they are also good in creating some space for the fighter.
Weapon:
Kunai
Description:
A basic tool every ninja should have, it's the only weapon Akio has when it comes to CQC fighting.
Weapon:
Tanto
Description:
A short, straight, single edged dagger that has no point and is used primarily for slashing attacks.
Weapon:
Ninja Wire
Description:
A strong metal wire that can be used in various ways.
Weapon:
Senbon
Description:
A precision tool that, despite it's low lethality, can be very effective in slowing down and paralyzing an opponent if they are placed in the right place.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Aiko used to be a very active and sociable girl, if not very open to forming meaningful bonds with people outside of her family, and she used to suffer from a severe lack of self-confidence due to her father's harsh critique of her apparent lack of natural talent that the Tendou clan is supposed to be known for. However, everything changed after the Night of the Tendou Massacre, which would irrevocably change her, yet it's yet to be seen if it was for better or worse.
She is now rather withdrawn, becoming highly agitated and nervous when ever she surrounded by a group of people. If she finds herself suddenly surrounded, she tends to panic and tries to flee the scene as fast as possible. She also talks much less, speaking in short, sentences whenever possible, and usually hides her face underneath her trademark hoodie. However, due to her finally becoming a chunin, she is making an effort to get over these habits, though it's slow going at the moment.
However, her lack of social skills is more than made up for when it comes to what she has gained from that night. Where before she felt like there was nothing she could do right no matter how hard she tried, she now feels a determination to do anything and everything she possibly can, no matter how difficult or numerous the obstacles in her way are. This determination can quickly turn into stubbornness if she doesn't agree with the way something is done, leading to her sometimes being very argumentative at times with both her comrades and team leaders. Another thing that she has gained a tolerance to scenes of intense violence and horror, as she's seen horrible, indescribable things done to her family by her very own brother. After an event like that, there are few things that can top it. She has an edge and is able to kill without hesitation, but only when she feels it's necessary, otherwise she'll go for a non-lethal take down instead.
Edit: Due to Aoi's influence, Akio has learned to become more open and friendly to people, though she's still a bit of an introvert as well, preferring her company or Aoi's to that of meeting new people. Speaking of Aoi, she's actually rather protective and defensive about the harlequin, seeing an insult against her as an insult against them both. While she doesn't go to far with it, she is always ready to jump on someone who genuinely insults her clown in front of her. To do that is to find out how painful electrocution truly is, as she's always glad to give some first hand experience.
【History】
Before the massacre, her life wasn't really that grate as her father saw her as nothing as a mistake and an embarrassment for two reasons. The first is that she was a bastard child, a mark of shame on his honor as the Tendou family patriarch, though it was that same honor that duty bound him to take the child in, as her mother had died during childbirth. The second reason was that she was never good enough, and while she wasn't the most skilled of individuals, she was still rather good, some would say better than most.
But it was never enough for Akira Tendou, he demanded perfection, and severely punished those who did not meet his requirements. And as she hardly ever did, she was often met with scorn from her father, who never once acknowledged her as his daughter. And while that should've devastated her, she didn't find herself minding too much. She never once considered Akira Tendou as her father in the sense that he was a man to come to with her woes, worries, and needs, as that regard went to her older brother, Kokatsu. Ever since she came into their home, Kokatsu was extremely protective of her, getting into several fights with Akira and most of them ending in some sort of violence. Since she was young, she never got to see Kokatsu darker side, and she believes that he wanted to keep it that way as he made extreme efforts to avoid telling her about his job in any specific detail. He also expressed some sorrow when it became apparent that she was going to be joining the Shinobi forces, though never actively spoke out against it, unlike her father who was certain that she'd never pass and if she did, never make it pass a lowly genin.
If things had continued as normal, then he may have been right, for even she had begun to doubt her self and her reasons for becoming a ninja, of whether she was ready for the life they lived. But instead, soon after her seventh birthday, all hell broke loose. A ceremony was held, as Akira had decided to pass on his position as Clan Patriarch to his son, claiming he had never been prouder for him. Kokatsu took the Tendou blade(an artifact past down from Patriarch to Patriarch since before the elemental nations were even concieved) and, with a smile as bright as the sun, slew his father where he stood, dropping the weapon to perform a quick string of handsigns before slamming his fingers into the fresh corpse.
An eerie red light rose from the ground around him, and it was until many months after the event that she would hear that at the time, seals popped up all throughout the city. And so it was that Kokatsu opened a portal between this world and a world of darkness to unleash death upon all who lived within it. Only a single order was given, spare the children of the Tendou clan, they had done no wrong. And so it was that behind a veil of darkness, hundreds if not thousands died horrid, painful deaths, all the while a menacing laugh would echo through out it all. When the barrier fell and the demons fled, Kokatsu held out his hand for Akio to grab, only for her to flinch away, looking at her blood trenched sibling in horror.
Akio couldn't remember a time where her brother had looked more hurt then at that time, and yet she also couldn't remember a time where he seemed more relieved. He offered no pressure or force, just left without a word, and leaving her alone in a nightmare of blood, death, and sorrow. After the event, the Tendou children were taken in and eventually handed over to adoptive parents to raise them. Of those children, four would go insane from the trauma of what they witnessed as they grew up, one even committing suicide after slaughtering his adoptive parents. Tendou children where treated with a mix of pity, fear, and for Akio, hatred.
Given how closely related she was to Kokatsu, there were people, kids especially, who would take out their grief of lost loved ones out on her. This made it hard for her to trust and approach people, and also made it so she hated her features that so easily gave her away. But in the midst of these hardships, an ember began to burn bright with newly discovered passion. She developed a burning drive to train herself, to become as strong as possible. She was able to pass the academy with only minor difficulties, and did her best in her genin missions no matter what the they were. However, in the early years of her life, this passion nearly consumed her, as she withdrew from everyone, constantly running herself into the ground, and then some, for a reason that she wasn't even sure of. In actuality, she felt partially to blame for what happened to Kokatsu, thinking in her subconscious mind that if she had somehow been there for him more, it could've been avoided.
As life went on, however, she found herself to be taken unde the wing of Tsukiko Umene. The older jonin would drop by from time to time to check up on her, and if she felt it necessary, beat her in to shape. While at first Akio resented the woman, she eventually began to grow more attached to her as time went on, to the point where she thinks of the wild woman as the big sister she never had. Due to Tsukiko's influence, Akio began to open up to other people a little more and try to overcome her weaknesses. Also because of Tsukiko, the young Tendou can tend to have a rather vivid and imaginative vocabulary when sufficiently angered or upset, as well as having a bit of a nasty temper.
As of now, she's living in a rented apartment in downtown, having moved away from her foster parents the moment she became a genin, never to speak to them again.
【Family ties】
Akio feels nothing for her family name, and had nothing but fear for her father. Her brother and a few of the braver clan members were the only ones in her family to show her any kindness, though not without punishment. Her foster family after the Massacre were kind at first, but soon grew distant as she showed a great lack in interest in them. After that, they simply ignored her and she ignored them. Not the perfect home, but it was peaceful at least.
Tsukiko Umene | Big Sister figure | 29, Konohagakure, Downtown, Jonin
Kokatsu Tendou | Half-Brother, Father figure | 29, Unknown, Jonin and Missing-nin
Makoto Tendou | Half-Sister| 10, Unknown, Kidnapped by her brother on the Night of the Massacre
【Dreams and fears】
Her main dream and fear are one in the same, as both haunt her every time she closes her eyes, screams echoing through the darkness and blood spattering against her eyelids. She wishes to find her brother, to face him down and then . . . she doesn't known what she'll do, and that terrifies her more than anything else in the world. She also has a very intense fear of snakes, for an extremely good reason. Her biggest hope, and the one she believes in the least, is that some way, somehow, her brother will be able to redeem himself and comeback home, so that they can be a family again.
On a less serious note, she does have a desire to find the right person and have the nice family she herself never had the luxury of having. Along with her fear of snakes, she also tends to dislike rodents and insects, though to a lesser extent than snakes.
Personnel files
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Personal files for: Akio Tendou
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Nicknames:
Interests: Training, playing the flute, Photography
Likes: Aoi, people who respect her need for space, her private time, baggy clothes, Aoi's motorhome
Dislikes: Yamato, braggerts, perverts who try to move in on her or Aoi, public displays of affection, tight clothing
Catchphrase: “”
Personal relationships with others
Full name: Aoi Don Maquia
Nicknames:
Opinion: Good
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Tatsuya is tall at around 6'2, and has a rather muscular upper body due to his work in the forge. His hands and arms are covered with numerous scars, burns and callouses due to the work he does every day, but he wears them with pride as they are the symbol of all his hard work. His red eyes come from his father, and shiny red hair comes from his mother. He also has a tattoo on his upper right arm of Ketsui lodged in the mouth of an active volcano. He got it the day he became a Genin as a symbol to never forget the determination it took to get him there, so that no matter how long the road to greatness looked, he'd never give up.
His normal clothing style is usually a plain white T-shirt, some jeans and steel toed boots( a nesseccity in his profession). He sometimes where a jacket if it;s cold enough for one, but more often than not, that's it for his casual wear. His combat outfit is a black, long sleeve shirt, a jacket over that, black combat pants and shinobi sandals.
Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Tatsuya Terumi
【Alias】
【Age】
16
【Gender】
Male
【Birthplace】
Konoha
【Bloodline】
Terumi Bloodline
【Rank】
Genin
Psych. report.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Tatsuya is a more weapon-based fighter, specialized in Kenjutsu mostly, as that is the weapon he uses most often, and has the most skill in using. That being said, his Taijutu is serviceable enough that he's not completely defenseless without his weapons, but it'll only do him so well for so long, especially against a skilled Taijutsu fighter. His Ninjutsu is also quite good, with a focus on controlling the battlefield rather than simply blasting his opponents away.
Up close, Tatsuya is a very good fighter, but he often has issues against distance opponent unless he can figure out a way to get them to come to him. He can either uses his jutsu to force his foe closer, or takes the battle to them instead. When it comes to using his Kekkei Genkai, he can sometimes use it to distract his opponents by making the ground underneath their feet really hot via forming lava just below the surface. A sneaky, but effective strategy, especially when facing an enemy of a higher skill level than him, as that split second distraction could give him just the edge he needs to either escape, or end a fight.
【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】
Bloodline limit name:
Lava Release
Description:
The lava release is a very versatile Kekkei Genkai that has multiple variations and abilities depending on how one uses it. For Tatsuya, he bears an affinity for manipulating volcanic materials like as Magma making a very, very deadly opponent to go up against. His Lava attacks can change the very battlefield, giving him a good amount of Offensive, defensive, and crowd controlling abilities. An added plus to this ability is that one can convert certain earth-style techniques into Lava style ones, at the cost of an increased chakra cost.
With some practice, Tatsuya has also been able to create a rubber-like material as well, which he can change the consistency of his chakra to make it work as an adhesive. While he's not skilled enough with it yet to use it in battle, in time it could add to his crowd control and supportive abilities.
Tatsuya himself suffers no ill effects from his use of this ability, and seems to have a bit of heat resistance as well, though not enough to make a real difference against a fire jutsu(this doesn't include his own lava, which he's immune to). It's a neat party trick for him to snuff out a cigarette on with his hands, but that's about it.
Strengths:
The lava style is a highly variable ability, granting nearly unparalleled offensive capability, effective defenses, and crowd control capabilities.
Weaknesses:
Lava attacks can be effectively countered by a strong enough Water attack, cooling down the magma into rock. Also, this ability is highly destructive, endangering both friend and foe if Tatsuya isn't careful about what abilities he uses and how he uses them.
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
B rank techniques:
C rank techniques:
Fire Release: Crimson Earth Spider
Earth Release: Subterranean Voyage
D-E rank techniques:
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu Name:
Doton: Ishi Yoroi no Ude (Earth Release: Stone Bracers)
Rank:
D
Range:
Self
Description:
By taking dirt and rubbing it on their arms or legs, after performing the necessary hand seals, a shinobi is able to create very durable defensive bracers that add extra protection when using the arms to block. The chakra that is infused in them help to soften the blows of any physical attacks. These are very useful for taijutsu users or to defend against an onslaught of upper body blows. These bracers are designed to block physical attacks only. However, by channeling Yoton Chakra into the Jutsu, the rocks and what not can heat up to a degree that while the burns they cause are minor, they can be extremely painful and distracting to the opponent.
Jutsu Name:
Tsuchi Tou Tou (Swift Earth)
Rank:
D, B with the addition of Yoton chakra
Range:
Mid to Close range
Description:
When performing this jutsu the user places his hands on the ground and causes it to move rapidly away as if it were a conveyor belt. As the shinobi increases in skill and rank the size, speed, and range of this jutsu all increase. While little more than a delaying tactic, if mixed with Lava Creation, it can create a rather deadly surge of lava heading straight toward the target at high speeds.
Jutsu name
Lava Style: Lava Creation
Rank:
B
Range:
2 meters in diameter for the starting point, close to mid range for manipulation
Description:
The user will first channel chakra into the ground, thus turning the ground to lava. The process is quick, as the ground will melt away into the liquid-like lava. This lava can be used to aid in his other lava based jutsu by creating a source which he can manipulate, instead of creating it himself. To increase the base area that is converted, the user must have both of his hands in contact with the ground.
Jutsu Name
Lava Style: Weapon Creation
Rank:
D
Range:
Any active Lava source with in 30 meters
Description:
The user of this jutsu will first channel chakra into an active source of lava, which will cause it to rise up quickly and making the lava thicker then usual, allowing the user to then mold it into a weapon with a few simple gestures. The weapons created will be about as hard as steel, but are usually rather crude and blunt.
Jutsu Name
Katon: Nenshou Tosshin (Fire Release: Burning Rush)
Rank:
C
Range:
Sphere goes is 2 meters long in diameter
Description:
A two-part technique in which the user blocks an attack by creating a sphere of fire around themselves, and after blocking the attack, the fires converge on his arms, upper body, and his feet to cloak him in flames. The fire on his feet can be used twice to launch him at his foes somewhat faster than before, and the flame on his hands and upper body make his Taijutsu more damaging due to being wreathed in flame, making it so that his attacks can inflict 2nd degree burns on the subject and get through most forms of clothing. The effect lasts for about 3 posts.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Tool Name:
Bag of Dirt
Description
Enough said
Weapon Name:
Ketsui
Weapon Type
A double-edged Bastard Sword
Description
Ketsui is the sword that Katsuya had to make to be allowed to become a shinobi by his father, a blade of unquestionable quality and a showing of true talent and hard work to be made by one as young as him. NOt only does it have a keen edge and made from durable metal, but during the forging process(where a mix of traditional and modern techniques were applied) he inscribed special seals into the metal to give it an extra function. THe blade could now store elemental chakra with in it's self and circulate it through the blade more effectively, enabling it to more effectively take on the aspects of whatever element it pumped into it. This also makes it capable of taking on even advanced chakra natures, such as Tatsuya's own Lava Release, with remarkable ease. And since it's able to store chakra as well, that means that one can fully charge it before a mission and activate and deactivate the seals inside with a simple one handed seal and a little chakra.
Chakra effects:
Fire: The blade is wreathed in a thin, but intense veil of fire, allowing it to cut through metals with only moderate difficulty and cause third degree burns.
Earth:The blade becomes denser and more durable
Lava: The Blade becomes as Hot as Molten Lava, cutting through metal with ease as well as getting a slight increase in durabilty
The charge is big enough that it can keep the blade active for a total of 5 posts. The Lava style requires more chakra, however, so he can only hold that for about 3 posts instead of 5.
Tool Name:
The Mark II Chakra Gauntlet
Description
This slightly bulky metal gauntlet holds some moderately complex hardware to make a more versatile version of the chakra shields used by the puppet-nin of the sand. It has a small disk-like object above the wrist which projects an energy shield around itself using the users chakra, and while the cost for maintaining the shield is low, the cost increases when blocking an attack. The stronger the attack, the more chakra it takes to defend against. At his current level, Tatsuya could defend against a B rank jutsu, though he'd be left feeling rather drained as a result. The chakra shield can be enlarge or shrunk at a moment's notice, and can even be launched along with the disc to make a decent weapon or a distraction. The projection disc is detachable, and Tatsuya usually keeps 3 extra's handy just in case. Tatsuya only has the one gauntlet, as it's still a relatively new piece he made in conjunction with his mother.
Tool Name:
First Aid Kit
Description
A basic medical kit that holds several chakra pills, first aid supplies
Weapon name:
Shuriken
Description:
Sharpened, four-pronged metal stars, useful for throwing. They can also be used for close combat, but not very efficiently. Although small, they can be used to distract, pin down enemy shinobi, or if accurate enough, can kill or incapacitate an enemy. They have an open circle in the centre, useful for grabbing with a finger, to avoid cutting oneself, or to put thread through. The circle is also beneficial to the weapon's overall aerodynamics, ensuring more accurate trajectories.
Weapon name:
Kunai
Description:
A black dagger with a handle wrapped in bandages and a small ring attached to the end of it. The kunai is designed for thrusting and stabbing, though it can still do some damage if thrown despite not being designed for it, and is about the length of one's hand.
Weapon name:
Explosive tags
Description:
These tiny slips of paper with seals drawn on them can pack quite a punch if used correctly, and can even be attached onto an enemy directly. Also can be attached to thrown kunai for accurate delivery or have a bunch wrapped into a ball for a more devastating payload.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Tatsuya is an honest and sociable sort, one who believes that the best way to get something is to earn it through the sweat of your brow and the strength of your will. He's very open in both mind and personality, accepting of pretty much everyone, and at times a bit too forgiving, which people have taken advantage of in the past and probably will continue to do so in the future. However, don't take that as him being slow witted or foolish, as his mind is as sharp as the blades he forges, and he has a keen intuition, honed by years of attending his family's shop, for picking out when people are lying to him or trying to pull the wool over his eyes. He tries his best to remain courteous with all kinds people, but he's no pushover, and if you don't back off nicely, he will make you back off, whether it be through words or actions.
Tatsuya is also a bit of an artist, putting his experience in the forge into various metalworking projects and sculptures. While he's not terrible, it's obvious to see that e's still trying to find his niche with the art, as every piece is very different from one another, and he has yet to see one he particularly likes yet. He's also good at drawing, but that kind of a necessity when making designs for weapons, armors, and other such works, but he does sometimes take time out of his busy days to just relax and draw the world around him, mostly just random people on the street who catch his interest.
While usually rather humble and modest, Tatsuya takes great pride in what he calls his true art form, forging weapons and armors of his own that have a cool style while still remaining practical in use. He treats every work like a piece of art, and has also taken to learning several weapon types, because he always feels that if he knows how to use the weapon himself, he can better forge it for his customers. His favorite type of weapon is the sword, but he's also learned how to effectively use staves, daggers, tonfas, and a 3-part staff, which is his second favorite weapon to use.
【History】
Tatsuya's father comes from a clan of reknowned blacksmiths that originated from Mizu no kuni. They were known as the Kajiya Clan, and it's said that it was members of their clan responsible for forging the blades of the Seven Ninja swordsman. However, sometime after the rise of the Seventh Hokage, Naruto Uzumaki, a faction of the clan separated from the main branch and left Mizu no kuni, for reason's that very few outside the clan know about. The faction soon splintered off from each other, settling in several different lands across the world, keeping the name of their clan where ever they go to show that they still pride themselves in their linage.
His father, Katsuo, was born and raised in Konoha, living there for 17 years before he decided to travel to Kirigakure in order to find out more about his heritage. It was there were he met his wife-to-be, Katsumi Terumi. She was an eccentric inventor, and often considered to be the black sheep of her clan due to her . . . odd mannerisms. While the two didn't get along when they first met, their mutual love to create eventually formed into a relation ship, and after a 5 years, Katsuo returned home with Katsumi to Konoha with her father's blessing, where they were to be happily married 3 years later.
Fast forward 10 years in the future to the birth of Tatsuya, their second child and first born son. Tatsuya's early years where tough at first, as he was a rather weak baby, but he pulled through, eventually growing healthy and strong without any complications. Tatsuya soon spent a great amount of time with both of his parents in their respective workshops, though he tended to lean towards his dad's work then his mothers, he found both of them interesting. As soon as he was able, he would assist them in every endeavor they undertook, no matter how small a task they gave him to do. His family was a happy and connected one, for the most part.
The only real conflict ever presented before him was his father's staunch resolve to deny him from becomin a shinobi. Katsuo had seen both his father and brother become shonobi, only to die meaningless deaths and only him and his mother around to morn them, and he didn't want Tatsuya to become just another forgotten grave in the cemetery, killed before his time because he wass thought of as a simple pawn by the higher ups and above. Tatsuya, on the other hand, was adamant about it, wanting it more than anything else. Finally, Katsuo agreed to let the boy become a shinobi, but only if he could make a weapon that would impress him, and not a second before. The task was seemingly impossible for a then 10-year old Tatsuya, but he went at the challenge with a determination that blazed liked a wildflame.
Using Kajiya sealsmithing techniques, as well as his own talemt and skill with the tools available to him, he worked on numerous weapons, each a good viable weapon, but never reaching Katsuo's standards until one day, 4 years into the agreement, when he presented Ketsui to his father. The blade was spectacular, it's functions both practical and unique to it. It was a weapon deserving of the name Kajiya, and true to his word, Katsuo finally let Tatsuya join the academy. He took a separate class due to his age, but he was able to pass well enough, and was soon on a genin team at the age of 15. While only being a genin for a year, he shown skill and determination to succeed and thrive in the environment, and while Katsuo is far from happy about it, he is proud of his son.
Katsuo Kajiya | 51 | Father, Reknowned blacksmith and owner of the Kajiya Weapon Store, where Quality is guaranteed, located somewhere in Minato City
Katsumi Kajiya-Terumi| 53 | Mother, An intelligent weapon maker, if rather odd and eccentric in her behavior, she often works at the family shop as a cashier when neither Katsuo or Tatsuya are available, and makes money by building little machines and gadgets here and there for people or offering IT services and repairs.
Manami Kajiya-Terumi | 26 | Sister, Works at the shop full time and is currently working as an apprentice under her father.
【Dreams and fears】
Tatsuya dreams of one day making a weapon that is on par with that of those of the Seven Ninja swordsman, as well as becoming a reknowned shinoi that would be an inspiration for others. Tatsuya somewhat fears his Kekkei Genkai, as he's afraid that he might accidentally hurt, and even kill someone one day to to him not being able to control it properly.
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Chen perked up as the two Kiri-nin (or were they considered missing nin? Who cares?) walked into the room to explain their mission. He looked at the big dude with the sword and a bit of bloodthirst bled into his grin. Would they be working with this dude? He seemed battle hardened and strong, maybe they would have to prove themselves by fighting him. Oh, he was talking now. Better respond.
"It's no problem at all really. We Konoha-nin are always happy to help a country in need." Chen spouted off the usual political answer with a normal smile on his face. What a load of BS. Konoha only helped people when they gained from it, just like every other village.
If you observed Chen's face, you would see the exact moment his expression changed to one of horror as his dreams were crushed and the mission was explained. Training a bunch of civilians! This was not what he signed up for!
One Week Ago
Chen lounged in his house as he lazily threw Senbon at his ceiling. It had been an hour now and he was making a recreation of the 6th Hokage's face. His doorbell rang and he shot out of his chair.
"Just a second! I need to get a shirt on!" Chen threw on a jacket and zipped it up quickly.
He rushed over to the door and opened it up, a courier was standing in the pouring rain with an umbrella and a scroll held out in his hand. He handed it to Chen and told to sign his name on the dotted line. Chen quickly skimmed it and his eyes lit up at the mention of Kiri.
"Yes! Murder time, woot woot! Gonna get stronger through conflict and death! Yeah!" He signed the scroll with a pen he grabbed from a nearby table and handed it back to the courier.
Chen slammed the door shut and did a little dance. Time to get packed! He should probably take down all those Senbon too.
'I'll get around to it.'
End Flashback
Chen boiled inside, while he put on a happy smile. He walked through the open door, mumbling out a quick thank you as they walked somewhere else in this shitty base. He walked down a sparsely lit tunnel and grumbled internally about not getting to kill people. This was bull shit. As they cited he saw a bunch of people doing exercises and practicing Taijutsu katas. Oh god they were awful, he was not going to be teaching cannon fodder. Not for all the power in the world.
"I'll help you guys guard. I'm not a very good teacher." He wasn't lying technically, he would probably end up killing some civilian by accident. That's not teacher material.
Chen walked behind Takeo and waved goodbye to Akio and Chokashi. Good luck, suckers. Chen was assigned to watch some boring tunnel in some other spot. He pulled out his phone and frowned. Of course there's no bars, they're underground. This mission sucks. | Floodtalon's Chronicles of Chaos
“I have no need for a blade, the wind itself is my blade. But I do like this sword.”
Chen's hair is very blue. People always ask him whether it's natural for his hair to be blue. After giving the person asking a solid beating he will say yes. It is most certainly supposed to be blue and yes he does use conditioner. His eyes are both orange and he has a scar covering his right eye, he covers that with his bangs.
He is about 5"5 in height and He refuses to say how much he weighs. Not that it matters when you have Ninjas like the Akimichi who can pound you into a bloody paste with their fat. Either way he's pretty skinny. He has a tattoo of a wolf on his back and several tattoos of wires surrounding the wolf. He has scars all over his body, but what experienced Ninja doesn't?
He looks like he's maybe 18 years old, but who knows with Ninja? Maybe he's 80?
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【Full Name】
Chen Chideta
【Alias】
The Wild Wind
The Blinding Blade
That One Asshole
【Age】
23
【Sex】
Male
【Sexuality】
Heterosexual
【Birthplace】
Konohagakure
【Bloodline】
Chideta
【Rank】
Chūnin
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
If I were to describe Chen professionally he is a perfectly sane individual. He gave all the right answers to my questions and he is a textbook case of a loyal Konohagakure Ninja. He doesn't show any signs of wanting to defect, nor does he show any want to kill fellow Konohagakure Ninja. He is a model Ninja. This is why I decided to investigate him personally. The results I found were shocking to say the least. I would now describe him as a sociopath with a want, no a need to be stronger. He is rude, constantly annoys and borderline tortures others mentally for fun, talks about killing whenever he gets the chance and is likely to do almost anything in the pursuit of power. He is manipulative and cunning, which for anyone else would be fine. Traits like that in a person like him though, add up to bad news. I can say that he is loyal though and is not likely to betray anyone who he has connected to. But first he needs to make these connections. Please read the paper attached to learn more about my plan to insure loyalty. He seems to be very laidback in social situations and is willing to let others direct the conversation if it is unrelated to battle. He can be classified as an introvert with a INTJ personality. Professionally speaking, I Dr. diagnose Chen Chideta as mentally sound and ready for any missions. Personally I would like to diagnose him as a flight risk with the potential for great harm to Konohagakure.
【History】
When Chen was first born his mother knew he was destined to do great things and that he would affect history in a big way. His mother died shortly later from unknown causes. His father was distant and constantly went on missions leaving Chen with no bonds for the first 6 years of his life. At the age of 7 Chen's father chose to save his teammates life instead of completing the mission which cost Konohagakure a very impose client. Chen's father was disgraced and he committed Seppuku 2 years later leaving Chen with no family.
Chen was put into a orphanage where he quickly withdrew away from other people. He had a normal childhood, he joined the academy at the age of 10 and stayed in the middle of the class grades wise. He probably could've been one of the top students but he realised it would be dumb to reveal his abilities like that. He was a Ninja, not a samurai. If any teacher had really played attention to him, they would've noticed how interested he was in class whenever they talked about killing and fights. A little too much. He delighted in spars and on the final day of the Academy he decided to let loose in his spar. He crippled the child he was up against and made sure that he would never have a career. There was talk of kicking Chen out of the Ninja program but his mother was a major weapons maker and distributor, and Chen had inherited the business. The Council believed that if they kicked him out he would dedicate all of his inheritance to making their lives miserable and would sell to some other Ninja village to spite them. They instead gave him a private Jounin instructor so he couldn't hurt anyone else and so he could be watched. The two of them bonded and Chen knew what it was like to have a father once more. He trained hard under his Jounin instructor and took his first C Rank about 2 months later. It was a routine escort mission to the City of Waves, or it was supposed to be anyways. They were ambushed by several Nuke-Nin who were hired to kill their client. The Jounin was massacred and Chen was critically injured. He was found by passing civilians and taken to the hospital. He awoke a week later and pledged to become strong enough to never let anyone take away his precious people again. He trained for 4 years and was promoted to Chunin at the age of 18.
【Family ties】
Chen had no family for most of his childhood and at the age of 8 lost his only family. He had no real connection to his father so he didn't care too much when he died.
Guang Chideta| Father | 36, N/A, Chunin
Wan Chideta| Mother | 34, N/A, Shop Owner
【Dreams and fears】
Chen dreams of being stronger than everyone else so he can protect his precious people. He also dreams of gaining precious people. He fears letting people down and letting his friends die. Other than that he has no real aspirations.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Chen uses Futon Ninjutsu and Kenjutsu in tandem with one another. He will blow his opponents away, kick up large clouds of dust to use as cover, and is an expert in inflicting really painful injuries. Not even threatening injuries, just painful and distracting injuries. Chen can hold his own in an extended encounter but he can't let his opponent pressure him and get too close. He's more of a hit and run fighter.
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
Wind Release: Dust Cloud Technique
B rank techniques:
Wind Release: Vacuum Sphere
Wind Release: Gale Palm
Wind Release: Verdant Mountain Gale
C rank techniques:
Wind Release: Spiraling Wind Ball
Flame Release: Flame Bullet.
Water Release: Gunshot.
Wind Release: Great Breakthrough
D-E rank techniques:
Knows basic jutsus required to pass.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Harikēnbureido
Weapon, tool or object type:
Katana
Description:
Harikēnbureido is a katana made out of Chakra Metal, which allows it to channel Wind Natured chakra without breaking. It is 23 inches long and has no handguard. The handle is wrapped in bandages which can be unraveled to use as emergency medical supplies. The handle itself is quite ornate and has the kanji for wind on the bottom of it. |
47,686 | 1,294 | 10 | 800 | 3,846 | It had been weeks since he was in that hellhole of a cell. Torture and things of the sort. It was an eye opener for him, to the way the world really ran. Gin had all but put his time in Konaha behind him and decided to seek refuge in his homeland, Kirigakure. It was already hell over there as Gian had said. He didn't want to believe it but it wasn't until one day when a protest against the government had gotten violent to the point explosive tags had been used did he decide "to hell with this and to hell with the Mizukage". Since then he had devoted himself to the cause and all in all, it was a good choice for him. He begun his career with the rebellion in a simple way; a bombing of a rather small government office for one of the councilmembers. It was needless to say flawless, but the only reason was due to him being trained by one of the ressistance best saboteurs. He was there to neutralize the guards and plant the bomb in a place that would give it maximum efficiency. Through the weeks however, that had changed. He he progressed rather quickly as he had been asked to help out with the capture and interrogation of a few councilmembers, related officials and couriers as well as a few small time bombings, mostly places where most of the loyalists would go such as specific bars or resturants. It didn't take long for him to learn how to make larger and more effective bombs rather than the ordinary explosive tags. In less than a mouth he become officially responsible for the assassination of a influential councilmember via IED. Soon enough he became known through parts of the resistance. It was then he acquired small factions that would help him in certain tasks, mostly bombings and small skirmishes with loyalists.
Currently...
He watched from one of the foodstands by the harbor as ships would come and go. The harbor itself wasn't as large as the other ones would be on the coast. Mostly ferry ships or small cargo would come through hence the few cranes it had but nothing special. But that was the reason he was here. There had been news through the resistance and confirmed by information that was intercepted that a ship containing supplies for the opposition, who for him was the Mizukage and their followers. He and a small unit of ninjas, four to five at most, had managed to infiltrate that area of the harbor through means of forged documents, "relieving" workers that would be on the clock for the shipment, and other reconnaissance. They had managed to go undercover as dock workers, more specifically maintenance workers, responsible for the repairs and maintenance on the dock and equipment. The night prior to its arrival, they had managed to line that specific section with explosive tags meant not only to destroy that section of the harbor, which for the time being was meant to help supply the Mizukage, but also destroy the ship and its contents. More importantly, the shipment was a fairly significant amount of weaponry and supplies ranging from rations to money.
"Sir, everything is in place. Just awaiting your signal." He smirked as the news came over his headset. He gave a sidelong glance to that section, awaiting the ship to fully dock, which would be another fifteen minutes. "Maaah! Akio-san, please tell me we won't have to take another boat for sometime." He raised an eyebrow as he looked in the direction of the one who yelled that allowed. "Son of a-" A look of disgust crossed his face as he let out a silent "Tch". "What the fuck are Konaha shinobi doing here? I thought that this was a Mist problem.' "Oi, Kyoku, get in touch with base, I want to know why Konaha is here..." "Yes sir". He glared at them before completely turing away from them to now watch the ship slowly starting to unload. He grinned slightly before turning to the stand owner and asking "Do you sell anything here that's spicy?" As soon as those words left his lips, the immediate sound of explosions followed one after the other only by miliseconds. The dock, workers, shipment, and the ship itself were engulfed by fire and smoke as the shockwave washed over the rest of the dock. People were screaming as pieces of the ship and all that surrounded it rained down on the other people in the market area of the harbor. Quickly he rushed out of the area and down a few streets before jumping into a man hole that was waiting for him by two of his fellow resistance members. As soon as he was in the closed the lid and went on their separate ways, each going to the other rendezvous spot. He made it down the tunnel and moved through the system with relative ease as he made his way back to base only to find from behind a doorway Akio and Chokashi talking to two of the resistance members. He sneered as he put up his hood and walked by them, keeping his face away from where their eyes were set.
He rolled his as at her with a teasing smile. "Oh training civvies? I always saw you as a teacher, but not like a good one.....I'm kidding. That won't bother me in the least. I don't mind showing them a thing or two haha. Cho sighed in unison with Akio as Chen ran off to find the resistance member. He leaned over to Akio before glancing at her. Umm...Why is Chen with us again? Isn't he a bit-" Moving his finger in a circular motion next to his temple while whistling the sound of a Cookoo clock. Before he left the gangplank however, he leaned over it one last time and hurled up the last bit of his lunch. Ugh...Maaaaa, Akio-san, please tell me we won't have to take another boat for some time?" He asked as he wiped his mouth and took a swig from his water, swished it around and finally spitting it back out over the dock.
He followed her and the resistance member through the encampment as they gave them a tour of the place. "Quite a base even with the lack of supplies, ne?" He looked at Akio with a wink before looking around at the different tents and whatnot. After Tetsu's and Takeo's introduction he turned to Akio with a inquisitive look. "Oi, what are you going to help them out with, huh? I was thinking of teaching some of these guys and gals some hand to hand. What are you doing?" | Fallen's Vault of Stuff....And Things
“I bet 50 Ryo that I can guess your bust size...OW!!"
Gin stands around 6'0" and at 162lbs. He has a lean but muscular build showing that he had intense training. His Hair is long and white and kept in a ponytail. His eyes are separate colors. His left eye is white while his right is ice blue. His face is kept hidden behind a black mask outlined by what appears to be bone along the top, bottom and down the center which is accompanied by wrapping around his neck. He wears ninja mesh under a black and grey camo tactical vest. His lower torso he wears black and grey camofluage pants with black sandals. On his days off the mask is not present and he is usually seen in his black sandals, dark grey shorts that reach down slightly below his knees and a white button up shirt.
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【Full Name】
Gin Mizumu Kakiyama
【Alias】
Gin, Ghost
【Age】
21
【Sex】
Male
【Sexuality】
Hetero
【Birthplace】
Kirigakure
【Bloodline】
Kakiyama
【Rank】
Chūnin
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Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Gin is a bit of an introvert unless you can get close to him in which case he can be a handful. He has a perverted side which he really doesn't mind showing which is the reason why women can't stand him and he comes home in bruises. He tends to overthink sometimes and can be arrogant in his judgment but this is a quirk of his that he tries to manage. He likes keep a hand on his blade's handle as a safety habit. He like to have fun when he can but usually his form of fun is training. He will feel uncomfortable if people stare at him but other wise will try to smile. When things go wrong he tends to calm down and try to analyze the situation before continuing but if it becomes to much he will overthink it.
【History】
Gin was a good kid when he was 5. Respectful to adults and friendly to his peers. His father was an ANBU in the Mist while his mother worked at the hospital as a medical ninja. There were days when both his parents weren't home to help him train for the academy but rather at work. In these cases he would go to a friend-of-the-family's house to train. Most of the time it was another ANBU or Jounin house but it was training nonetheless, it was something that he enjoyed. He also loved women, something his father loved too. His father never cheated on his wife but would make comments about other women that would get him in trouble. Sadly though, Gin had picked up on this.
Around the age of 9 he had entered the academy years in the academy were relatively easy as far as combat training but he lacked the academic ability. He would ask for help from fellow peers and teachers on certain things. It would take him time but he would eventually understand what was being asked. His life took a turn for the worst one night around the age of 13. He was home when his parents were arguing about a mission that his father was going on the next day. He asked what was going on and his mother could only cry. His dad walked over to him and handed him his headband telling him that "I am proud of you Gin, you're becoming a remarkable ninja, almost as good as your old man. Someday you'll surpass me and I'll be there to see it."
Graduation day came and everyone's parents were there except for him. His mother had taken time off for his graduation but his father was out on a mission. It was towards the end of the graduation when an ANBU member approached Gin's mother and whispered something to her in which she fell from her chair sobbing. He didn't realize it at the moment but he had lost his father that day during the mission. The once open and friendly boy became more quiet and introverted. He would still talk to his friends but not as much. His training however never stopped but in fact increased significantly. When he made chuunin his mother pulled him aside before and handed him his father's blade as a gift. "Your father would want you to have this." With this his training increased even further as it was a reminder of what his father said. By age 19 he was known through his peers as an amazing ninja who could surpass his father if he kept at it.
【Family ties】
His family life was enjoyable and had caring parents, there were times that they would argue but it was over important things like missions affecting the future or finances. His father was a bit of a perv which he picked up on so it was no surprise that he was caught peeking into the women's bathhouse. When his father died he was a bit of a wreck, nothing that couldn't be overcome but still did its damage.
Sakura Mizumu | Mother | 42, Mist, Medical Ninja and Living in Mist
Gin Kakiyama Sr. | Father | 45, Mist, ANBU and Killed in Action
【Dreams and fears】
He fears an early death but accepts that if it happens, it happens. He wants to be like his father, a great swordsman in his own right.
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Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
He has a unique balance of Taijutsu with Kenjutsu but he has mastered an art form that encompasses both his swords and his taijutsu skills he calls the Dancing Blade Technique. He had also learned a second style from his father before he died called the Crimson Mist Dance. He doesn't use this often but is efficient when he does. His ability to utilize his ninjutsu skills is great. He is well balanced in his actions on the battlefield.
【N/A】
Bloodline limit name:
N/A
Description:
N/A
Strengths:
N/A
Weaknesses:
N/A
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
N/A
B rank techniques:
Kusanagi no Tsurugi: Chidorigatana
Sairento Kiringu
Kirigakure no Jutsu
C rank techniques:
Mizu Bunshin no Jutsu
Raiton: Raijū Tsuiga
D-E rank techniques:
Henge no Jutsu
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Kakushi Kiri no Jutsu: Kurimuzonmisutodansu (Hidden Mist Art: Crimson Mist Dance)
Rank:
A
Range:
Short to Medium
Description:
This jutsu is meant to work in conjunction with the hidden mist jutsu. Once the user inflicts damage on an opponent, mostly laceration like wounds, the mist begins to absorb the blood and chakra of its victim, turning the mist red, hence the name. By the enemy’s chakra being absorbed into the mist, it increases its cloaking efficiency rendering sensor types or those with visual kekkei genkai almost useless as it acts like a jammer. As long as the enemy bleeds, the red mist will stay intact. However if the bleeding stops within a span of a minute, the red mist returns to its original mist state, reducing camouflage capabilities.
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Water Style: Mist Senbon Barrage
Rank:
B
Range:
Short to Medium
Description:
Small parts of the mist technique condense together to create water senbon needles and are sent towards the enemy. It' only as strong as water but just at a high speed. It's more powerful when used with Shock Grid since it spreads water around the mist. Easily overcome.
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Lightning Style: Shock Grid
Rank:
C
Range:
Short to Long
Description:
Sends an electrical current through wire to target. Mostly used in conjunction with ninja wire and/or water clones. By extending wire along a wet or moist battleground, Gin is able to send a strong electrical current through the wire across the “grid”. In order for it to properly work, there must be some water or moist area around the targeted area of effect. It is possible to use this technique without the use of water however the effectiveness of it is not as adequate.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Sukaikatta (Sky Cutter)
Weapon, tool or object type:
Chokuto
Description:
Sukaikatta is a chakra blade meant to channel lightning and water chakra. Its blade must remain wet or in its sheath. As it is drawn, the friction from the blade against the inner parts of the sheath begin a spark that helps increase its cutting strength. By keeping the blade wet, it gives its damage capabilities an increase even for simple cuts. However in order for it to be used the way it was made the blade must be wet and/or drawn a certain way by pressing the blade up on the sheath throughout the drawn.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Ninja Grid Wire
Description:
It is silver and copper in color and is used for his Shock Grid jutsu. It is not typical ninja wire because of what it is made from. It is more conductive than normal wire however its weakness are the same as ninja wire
"Just remember that you can always count on Cho. I'll always be there."
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【Full Name】
Chōkashi Hōdan Akimichi
【Alias】
Hōdan, Cho-sama, Onee-san(big brother)
【Age】
19
【Gender】
Male
【Birthplace】
Konohagakure
【Bloodline】
Akimichi
【Rank】
Chūnin
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Chokashi is considered one of the few heavy hitters of Konaha thanks to his style which can be considered Shock and Awe. His style encompasses brute force with a mixture of agility and speed, which for most in the Akimichi clan, is fairly hard to do however his father and his closest friends helped him accomplished this through extensive and intense training regiments, some of which would last into the next morning. His calm nature and ability to endure a lot of pain thanks to his tolerance he built during his years in the academy and in the Akimichi compound allows him to take massive amounts of pain and inflict just as much back. As an Akimichi, he holds large reserves of chakra due to their eating habits and how they use their calories to convert to food.
【Ninja techniques】
Canon Jutsus.
Rank B:
Hari Jizō
Baika no Jutsu
Choharite
Rank C:
Nikudan Sensha
Nikudan Hari Sensha
Fūton: Reppūshō
Ōkashō
D-E rank techniques:
He knows the basic D-E techniques.
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Akimichi Style: Buddhist Palm
Rank:
A
Range:
Close range however radius can be up to midrange
Description:
The user builds up a his chakra into the center of his palm and forms a bright gold aura that outlines the center of the palm in a swirl pattern with lines that run up each finger, forming into small swirls. As the palm is thrust into an opponent, the chakra build up is release in the form of a giant bell with a sound that some say resembles that of 1000 gongs being hit at once. This attack is known to cause massive structural and natural damage as well as stop squads in their tracks. One could describe it as a combination of the Resengan and the Hyuuga's gentle fist palm strike.
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Because of his status as an Akimichi, an heir nonetheless, he does hold himself highly however he does not let that get in the way of his friendships or interactions with others as seen in his humbleness and hospitality. He is usually very easy to get along with, even with those who have a more...abrasive personality. He likes to poke fun at others' problems but nothing in a demeaning manor, mostly out of fun. Chokashi is a protective individual and has a need to make sure the others around him are safe physically, emotional or spiritually. However he doesn't tolerate disrespect to him or those around him, especially when it comes to his family name. Being called fat or anything about his weight does not bother him however talking about his family name in his eyes is considered fighting words. He believes in Naruto Uzumaki's nindo way, "Never break a promise" and holds this to a high standard which can also make him appear stubborn at times, however to those that know Chokashi well, this is when he is serious. When a situation becomes life or death or just tense, his usual happy go lucky attitude is replaced with an eerie quietness and a for gaze. His stance changes from a loose feel to something more sturdy but battle ready.
【History】
At a young age, like all Akimichis, Chōkashi was teased about his weight. the first few years were a bother since he didn't understand why he was being bullied. It was something however he later learned after graduation to embrace thanks to his father teaching him about how an Akimichi gets their strength and abilities from their weight and would show the boy through training what he meant. His mother, a kind, gentle soul taught him how to cook at a young age, since it was expected that not only did the women know how to cook but the male as well. The better the cook, the better the relationship would be. With this, Chokashi would offer the few friends he had from the academy over to their monthly cookout which to his friends was "overwhelming" thanks to the abundance of food. This however only helped add to his bullying later because of the other families who were invited, some of their kids being the ones that teased him in school.
Later in life after graduation, when he was put in his team. He was put into a team of former "bullies", much to Chokashi's dislike. They would go about like any normal team as genin, completing menial tasks but what made it difficult at first for Chokashi was that his teammates would not give him the chance to actually show his worth. So one day during training he vowed to prove to them hpw strong he truly was in the Chuunin exam. Most laughed at him but he swore on his families honor and his own life, to him and later to many, that would show when he was truly serious about what he said.
The chuunin exms had rolled by and the first round went by with some complications that almost cost him and his team advancement. The second part of the exam, the fights, were a bit of a challenge to Cho because of how intense some of the fighters were. Many were surprised that Cho could last this long however his father had proclaimed that whatever Chokashi put his mind to he could accomplish. It was in the final exams where he proved just that by defeating a Hyuuga with his on Akimichi move the Buddhist Palm. Many were shocked that someone like him could even pull it off but that was the moment many changed their opinion about him. From there, he had quickly gained friends, many of them he considered family. He vowed to them all that he would protect every last one of them, even if it cost him his life.
【Family ties】
Because of the Akimichi's history in Konaha and the ninja they were consistently paired with, their main ties are with the Yamanaka Clan and the Naru Clan, both of which had supplied great ninja for great teams as seen with the Choj-Ino-Shika team back in the days of Naruto. They also have gained strong ties with the Uzumaki clan, the Inuzuka clan and the Hyuuga clan however not as strong as say the Uzumakis. Minamoru clan are only tied together through business as they offer the Minamoru armor and custom made MREs and other small supplies for their superstores.
Chokuto Akimichi | Father | 47, Akimichi Compound, Jounin, Present leader of the Akimichi clan and host of the monthly Akimichi Open Barbeque.
Haruka Akimichi | Mother | 45, Akimichi Compound, Jounin Cooking nin and head cook for the Akimichi Open Barbeque. Also violent towards those who disrespects her cooking.
Choji Akimichi | Ancestor | Deceased, Konaha, Known for aiding the Shinobi Forces during the fourth shinobi war. Also hated being called fat.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Tengoku no Bunki
Weapon, tool or object type:
7ft Bo staff
Description: Tengoku no Bunki, also known as Heaven's Branch, is an 7ft bamboo bo staff carved from one of the most dense trees in the forest near Konaha, bored out and filled with chakra infused metal. Its neck is semi thin while either side ends in a heavy knot. This bo staff, as heavy as it may seem is actually quiet light and very manageable on the field. It's ability is to transfer some of the users chakra into each end and release with concussive force.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Bukkyo No Te
Weapon, tool or object type:
Armored gloves
Description: Bukkyo no Te, also known as Buddhist's Hands, is a pair of armored gloves, similar to the pair that Sakura Haruno wore back in the day, whose ability is to help amplify the force of an attack by infusing it with chakra which is quickly condensed and released upon impact.
【Dreams and fears】
Less of a dream and more of what he tries to do everyday, he attempts to help everyone he can with the promise of being there for them. As far as fears he has no tue fears besides a horrible agonizing death. Should he die, he would want it to be quick. |
47,687 | 1,294 | 11 | 1,787 | 2,152 | Yamato Minamoru, “Young Master”
“Watashi wa Kami, I am God.”
Yamato was still looking at Aoi, waiting for her answer, but was then rudely interrupted by the devil herself, Tsukiko Tsumene. He stood up as he looked over towards her now, and put his hands into his black pants. His battle armor made some metal scraping sounds, but it didn't seem to bother Yamato. He'd gotten used to that by now, so that was a plus atleast. There were days when he'd just throw off the metal armor because it was annoying to hear that sound constantly. “Ah. There we have our resident soccer-mom.” he said. If anyone else had said these words to Tsukiko, they'd likely go paired with a wide grin that betrayed that it was a joke. But not with Yamato, oh no. His face remained perfectly calm, almost making it seem like he was attacking Tsukiko already. And the mission hadn't even started yet..
But Tsukiko likely knew better - the little interaction they might've had, well, it wasn't enough to warrant a form of friendship, but Yamato was quite sure she understood when he was making a joke that was only funny to himself, or when he was actually seriously insulting someone. “Yes, I think I got spotted by an entire battalion of Kirigakure forces. Ofcourse I've not been spotted.” He seemed almost insulted the way Tsukiko insinuated they'd even get spotted at all. They were jonins, and beside, they were in rebel territory now.. atleast, that's what Yamato had figured. There's no way this fleet of ramshackle boats would go undetected so long, and remain in one piece for that long either. That'd be insane. No, they were definetely in rebel territory. That would also explain the lack of fighting, and the lack of destroyed buildings. In Kirigakure itself, well.. it was a lot worse.
Yamato glanced at Aoi, as if he was telling her to get up and get moving, so they could get on with the mission, but quite frankly he just knew they were going on a secret ops mission, so the details had been hidden from him, as well as Aoi. That didn't stop him from wanting to get on with the mission, however. His eyes diverted back towards Tsukiko, looking at her whilst standing casually. He was clearly not as impressed with Tsukiko as the others on the boat would've been. “So what's the mission here. All I, or we, heard.. was that we were going on a secret operation. Got any details for us?” he asked her whilst taking a look around the room for the first time. It wasn't that interesting a room to be honest. Seemed more like a waiting room or a lounge, than something you'd expect to find in a headquarters. Then again it was probably just a converted civilian ship, so there was much that didn't seem like something you'd expect in a headquarters.
Saburo Uchiha, “Kimyōna”
Saburo's travels were mostly uneventful. It was obvious that that would be the case - the unsocial weirdo had little social skills that could be applied in simple situations like these, as all his social skills were found on the idea of manipulating others, and what little else he knew was mostly from books. It was a sad life for him, but alas, it was true. So when his boatsman tried to converse with him, he was met with Saburo taking notes, writing down what the man said. The answer would take atleast 5 minutes to be properly formulated and written down to the notebook for future studying. “Yes. It is a nice day.” he said then, happy with his answer and the way he handled this. Maybe he was improving his social skills, he thought to himself? That'd be wondrous!
When they finally landed on a dock, Saburo realized he had to walk the rest of the way. Not that it mattered for him, he was used to it, but he was expecting to land somewhere closeby. Then again, that'd probably be dangerous, since they'd be landing in a warzone. He waved the boatsman goodbye, who simply gave him a strange look. “Byebye!” Saburo said before he turned round and started heading off.
The further he got the more he started to note the civil wars. There'd been trenches dug in some parts of the land, some of them abandoned and some of them manned. It didn't really matter for Saburo as he'd landed on the rebel side of the island, so he didn't expect any opposition. After some time of travel he finally arrived at Kirigakure itself. The place was just as wartorn as the other side of the island, he assumed. Buildings were half destroyed, some were on fire, there were blockades in the streets and some corpses laying around at times. There were only some scavengers still around, or people that refused to leave their homes despite the ongoing war outside their homes.
Saburo didn't give them any mind, because he was here for another reason. Rendez-vous with Daisuke and Shin. An interesting team he had to admit, but it was the goal of the mission that interested him. Mostly because, well, they hadn't received a proper mission briefing and were more or less assigned to a local rebel with a small powerbase to give them orders. But first he had to find this base, and that was to be done through some.. guide of sorts? The details were unclear to Saburo. He had to go to some place, and say some weird phrase, then he'd receive an answer and be guided to the base. The idea of such a security phrase was strange to Saburo. It'd be easy to emulate this phrase simply by watching the exchange of phrases and then repeating that phrase to a suspected guide. Kirigakure could have done this easily.. then again they were probably a bit too preoccupied to even take note of it.
“What is dead, is dead, and thus it can never die again, unless it is masterfully reanimated by an edo tensei, in which case it can die again in a way that isn't truly like dying, as you are killing a re-animated body that wasn't alive in the first place.” Saburo felt like he'd gotten the gist of it, but the guide looked at him in a strange way. Did he do it wrong? The guide looked around him a bit to see if this was, maybe, a joke? No, the street corner was empty apart from some scavengers a block away, and some dead corpses near a barricade. “Umm.. but.. rises again.. harder and stronger..?” he said, slowly and unsure of what was going on. Saburo simply put on a fake smile and tilted his head slightly, to show happiness to this guy. A strange emotion perhaps, given that they were literally in a war torn village, but that wasn't Saburo's problem. “Technically, that is false, since an Edo Tensei has the same properties of the body that it reanimates according to research. But yes, that is how it goes. Please show me the way.” The guide simply shook his head and started walking through the alleyways that were still unblocked by debris and barricades, arriving at a torn down warehouse.
Upon entry the guide simply dissapeared again, off to do whatever bussiness he had to do, or perhaps just going home to keep up the appearance of not being a rebel. Regardless, Saburo headed inside and spotted his comrades instantly. It wasn't that hard - Daisuke was a very tall and big man, and Shin, well, Shin just dressed like it was 500 years ago. He walked up to them and greeted them with a cheerful wave of the hand. “Hello, friends. What an interesting place. So, what is our objective?” | Base character sheet below.
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【Full Name】
Character name
【Alias】
Nicknames and/or callsigns
【Age】
14+
【Sex】
Male/female/?
【Sexuality】
Self explanatory
【Birthplace】
Can be any village, canon preferably.
【Bloodline】
What bloodline is your character from?
【Rank】
Chūnin, unless permission was given for something else
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【Personality】
How would your character behave? Ticks, behaviour in positive situations, neutral situations or negative situations, behavior in emotional situations?
【History】
How does the characters history relate to personality? General history to be told here as well. Can be organised into childhood years (0 to 6), base school years (6 to 10-14, depending on graduation year) and highschool years (10-14 to 14-18).
【Family ties】
Describe shortly what type of family your character grew up in, how the ties were and how this influenced him. After that fill in form below, for all family members of importance, living or dead.
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【Dreams and fears】
What does your character dream of achieving, and what does he fear in life? What are his hopes? Imagine this being extracted by a shinobi, what would he see?
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Describe shortly what your characters fighting style is.
【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】
Bloodline limit name:
'Sharingan' or 'Byakugan' or something fictional you made yourself.
Description:
Explain what the technique does, how it works and what the manifested kekkei genkai looks like both in use, and outside of use. For example, the sharingan in battle shows through tomoe in the eye. The byakugan manifests itself through white eyes. Not neccesarily limited to vision/eye based, such as the bone bloodline limit Kimimaro uses. Pretty obvious manifestations.
Strengths:
Describe your kekkei genkai's strengths here, what is it effective against? What is it power at currently?
Weaknesses:
Describe how your kekkei genkai can be overcome, advertently or inadvertently. Be reasonable.
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
Name no jutsu here.
B rank techniques:
Name no jutsu here.
C rank techniques:
Name no jutsu here.
D-E rank techniques:
Name no jutsu here.
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Be creative.
Rank:
If you'd have to rank this technique, what rank would it be? A, B, C, D or E?
Range:
At what range is this technique useful? You can measure this in 'long' 'medium' or 'short' but those are rather vague. If you want more depth, use a distance such as meters.
Description:
Describe the jutsu, how it works and what it looks like. Explain potential damage that can be done with it, and describe the weaknesses and strength of the jutsu. Be as clear as you can.
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【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Can be a term, i.e 'kunai' or it can be a self given name, i.e 'Revered Razor'.
Weapon, tool or object type:
What type of weapon, tool or object is this? Sword, axe, kunai, knife, blade, tanto. Omit if the weapon, tool or object name already designates this.
Description:
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“Watashi wa Kami, I am God.”
Yamato generally dresses in a decently fashionable apparel. He likes to wear t-shirts or sweatshirts with a jacket of sorts over it. Under that he usually wears chino's of varying color, although that differs day to day. He really only has 2 pairs of shoes, a pair of black slip ins and a pair of white slip ins. Attached to his belt is a blue apron style cloth, with on it the motto of the Minamoru clan, 'We wish to remain what we are.' A rather cryptic motto, but it's meaning is generally understood in the Minamoru clan. Above the motto is the emblem of the clan, a set of black stags antlers. But enough about his clothes, as these obviously change every day.
Yamato is defined as a handsome boy, having a chiseled jawline and somewhat skinny-looking cheeks. His nose bridge is quite thin, although not as if it were a stripe. Contrary to most with a thin nosebridge, his nostrils are also thin. Besides that he has no specific bone structure related characteristics. His eyes are a deep dark green, but not so dark that they can be mistaken for a grey-black colour. In accordance with genetics they are slightly slanted. His hair is black and relatively short, and is usually slicked back with hairgel, and then held in place with a blue bandana tied behind his head.
Yamato's body is 'normal' in terms of muscle and fat. He has some obviously defined muscled due to the nature of their schooling, as a normal shinobi is expected to keep up with his athletic properties. His arms are skinny, meaning that the muscles there are by nature more defined. Without flexing you could most likely see the muscles regardless. The same goes for his legs. His chest is not very broad nor does it extend towards the front due to musclemass. Regardless he does have some definition there, although you probably wouldn't see it very often due to his clothes.
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【Full Name】
Yamato Minamoru
【Alias】
Young Master
【Age】
16
【Gender】
Male
【Birthplace】
Konohagakure
【Bloodline】
Minamoru, a politically and economically influential clan
【Rank】
Chūnin
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Yamato's fighting style revolves entirely around the attack, offensiveness and taking down an opponent with hard hitting blows. Defense is almost nonexistant in his style, as he barely needs it. He is extremely resilient, as mentioned before, and as such he can take a lot of hits of any kind without showing signs of pain. Besides that, he is also someone who never, ever gives up. As such he will keep getting up even if he knows he cannot win - an admirable trait to some and a sign of stupidity to others. Another aspect of his style is courage, in the form of never being frightened. He is going to be the first to jump into battle and he's going to do so with an aggression bound to shake hearts and silence voices.
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
B rank techniques:
Katon: Great Fire Destruction
C rank techniques:
Great Fireball Technique
D-E rank techniques:
* The basic jutsu
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Katon: Fists of a Tiger
Rank:
A
Range:
Very close range, as it is nintaijutsu.
Description:
The technique begins by creating a short series of seals ended by a Tiger seal. After this the user flicks his wrists and they are set ablaze. Not yet taking a shape the user must focus the chakra around this area for a short period, in the case of Yamato a second or two. After this is done the fire becomes hotter, akin to a bunsenburner in heat, and the fire will take the color blue as a result. The resulting heat is enough to roast skin even if it's not touching the fire, and enough to severely burn anyone that gets in direct contact with the flames, enough to cause third degree (yes, that hot) burns when you get directly hit by a punch of this technique. Anyone standing nearby Yamato will feel the heat emenating off of the boy, whether they are friend or foe, before he leaps into the battle. The fire takes the shape of a lions head, akin to the two guarding lions that stand outside most wealthy places or places of public interest.
The technique might also be used on the feet, although in that case the overall strength of the technique would be toned down because it would sap away chakra from the fists. In this case, the fists would still take form of a tiger, but the fire around the feet wouldn't.
Jutsu name:
Katon: Yaoku's Revenge
Rank:
A
Range:
Short to medium range
Description:
Yaoku's Revenge sets the user ablaze for a short time, appearing to others as an explosion. In reality it works as a distraction, while the user cocks his hand back which is then lit ablaze. The single hand will be heated up so much, that it overpowers even the Fists of a Tiger technique, heating up to the extent where it will be able to melt both skin, muscle and bone. The intensity of the technique requires so much chakra that it is pretty much a one shot option only. After the required heat is reached, a matter of seconds for a prodigy like Yamato, the user lunges forwards through the explosion he caused himself and launched his fist into the enemy, melting skin first, then fat and muscle, and finally bone before the hand cools down. If used effectively, and the hit connects, it will be a one shot kill on even the most brutal enemies. But it requires accuracy, something that is often lacking when an enemy is moving around, and also because the explosion caused by Yamato would obscure his vision. Besides that the large chakra cost means it's a last effort before he'd have to retreat from the fight, something that Yamato could obviously never do.
Jutsu name:
Katon: Fiery Bind
Rank:
B
Range:
10m in front of Yamato.
Description:
To be used in conjuction with the Yaoku's revenge technique, but useable on it's own too. This technique is not neccesarily a fighting technique, the sole technique in Yamato's arsenal that isn't focussed 100% on the offense. However it is used as a runner up to a very offensive move. After forming a boar and tiger seal, the user holds the tiger seal while a set of 2 fiery hands emerge from his back, quickly coming out at a rapid speed. These hands will head for the enemy almost instinctively, and grab the enemy by the arm. Once grabbed it will be virtually impossible to get out lest you have a teammate that is able to free you or you work out a genius way to break free. Because the hands are made of flames you will receive slight burning although the burns will not be harmful whatsoever, akin to a D rank fire jutsu if not less harmful. The true fear you should have.. is the follow up jutsu.
There is a slight reaction time between being grabbed and the start of the technique, around 1.5 seconds, but dodging will only end up causing the hands to chase you for a longer time. The only true escape is to get out of the 10 meter mark, but that will be hard with just 1.5 second to escape. It's possible for ninja's with above average jutsu, however. Another weakness, aside from it's length, is it's weakness to both water and earth defensive jutsu, such as the earthen walls or the water techniques that send out half an ocean. Using wind or fire against these hands is nearly useless, matter of fact it's counter productive because adding more fire to the arms will have no effect, while using wind based jutsu on them will fuel the flames, speeding them up even more. Electrical jutsu are useless, too, because electricity will go through the hands. An extraordinarily fast shinobi (read: faster than Yamato) will be able to dodge the hands initially and then attack quickly after if he times it right, because attacking Yamato and forcing him to release the tiger seal will stop the jutsu. However, if Yamato moves but still holds the seal, the jutsu will continue.
Jutsu name:
Fuuton: Augmented Fists of the Fire-tiger
Rank:
B
Range:
N/A
Description:
Technically not a technique on it's own, but still classified as one, the user will not have to form any seals, instead he simply has to augment fuuton chakra in his fists and release it into his fists of the tiger jutsu. Due to Fuuton acting as 'fuel' (fuel for fire is oxygen, a source and burnable material) the fire will begin to burn even hotter, turning the fire blue and causing the area it's used in to appear 'darker' or closer to nightfall. This is due to the bright source of light making the environments appear darker than they really are simply because of the contrast or difference in lightsources. Even on a blue sky, clear lit day it will appear as if it were 00:00 midnight. The fists of the Fire-tiger will burn so hot, the radius at which the heat can be felt greatly expands and even those standing close to Yamato during the usage of this will feel uncomfortably warm, and if they stay near long enough, might begin getting a serious sunburn. The main effect also increases, still holding onto the 3rd degree burns upon connecting a hit, but adding in the additional fuuton element of a highly increased knockback, too. You will go flying most definetely when you get hit by this augmented technique, sending lighter opponents up to 100m away and heavy, fat opponents at a weight of 200kg about 30 meters.
There is no real weakness to this technique, as it's not really a technique to begin with but more so an augmentation or reinforcement of another. As such, weaknesses of the Fists of the Tiger still exist, such as suiton jutsu or defensive doton jutsu. Even so, the usage of this extra fuuton jutsu will allow the user to simply brute-force his way past many of these jutsu anyway, most notably doton. Suiton will always be a problem for fire users and this technique is no exception.
Jutsu name:
Katon: Remain as we are
Rank:
B
Range:
5 meter
Description:
This technique is a secret trump card held in high regard by the Minamoru clan. Not many outside of the clan know of it, because it's a rather rough technique on both the victim and the user. The users can begin this technique by forming the Tiger seal, after which it cannot be stopped anymore. The user envelops themself in flames, starting out akin to any other fire technique and indistinguishable at this time, looking rather harmless. However this all leads to an explosion. An explosion of the user itself into fiery death. In essence it's a fiery suicide technique that will blow up the user plus anything within 1.5m of the technique, and will damage anything up to 5m around the technique. The bad side? If you use this technique you die.
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Yamato is a bright young man, widely regarded in Konohagakure as a prodigy of attack. This is seen in his psyche as well, as the boy has shown aggressive and violent tendencies from time. Some would call it a short fuse.. and others call it being a thug in the making. Regardless of which is true, the boy also has shown impeccable resilience, stead fastiness and a healthy dose of respect for tradition. Rumour within the Minamoru clan has said this is due to the amount of training that got instilled into him at an early age, and that he instills into himself daily even still. The boy also hates kekkei genkai for one reason or another, a sentiment shared by the entire clan, and some radicals even go so far as to wish those with a kekkei genkai dead.
Yamato is a good student, and gets very good grades compared to those in the same years as him. He has shown a talent for, how could it be anything else, taijutsu and nintaijutsu, focussing especially on the offensive. This goes well with his aggressive nature and he is known to be able to take down opponents in a matter of seconds, although his defense is less than average. Despite attempts to convince him, his resilience has proven that fruitless. Then again, the boy is a prodigy and nobody has been able to prove that the boy might need a defense as well. This has affected his personality in a more or less negative way, although that is open to interpretation. The boy is somewhat arrogant, and while he wouldn't boast about his skills, he is fully aware of his status as a prodigy. This has given him the idea that he is above everyone else, and he has remained to keep this idea as he's been unhindered by anyone who could prove him wrong.
【History】
Yamato's childhood years were essentially a calmth before the storm. He spent his first four years as most children his age did - calmly in the arms of his mother, and playing outside. Then at the age of four, his father decided that it was time for him to become ready. Determined to make the clan greater than it already was, he hired a teacher who was to teach Yamato the basics about being a shinobi. No, he didn't learn any techniques, but learnt the mental side of shinobi's, namely rules, history and things you needed to know. This affected his school career indirectly as he had more background knowledge than most when he entered base school. During his time at base school he had interest in making friends and preferred to learn techniques, practice taijutsu or throwing and fighting with kunai and shuriken. He often sparred with others, showing of his tenacious and aggressive nature in these matches. He often ended up fighting kids that were bigger and older, beginning to make a name for himself. He became a genin at the age of 12 like most others and went on to attend the high school to become a chunin.
During high school years he maintained a very steady level of training, to maintain his position within the clan which had grown by now. He became, more or less, the pride of his clan and family, and went unrivaled within the clan. In highschool he maintained a same degree of authority, although there were those that had problems with it, he found that he barely had any problems maintaining his position as the people that objected were often not even close to his level of mastery. Although this makes him sound like a hard ass, all he wanted was for people to more or less leave him alone. The only people he could really get along with in a semi-friendly way was his former genin team, which was still centralized for the most part.
As for the hatred of people with kekkei genkai, it stems from the preconceived notion that people with kekkei genkai seem to think themselves special, untouchable or even godlike, and when you pair that with historical events focussing around kekkei genkai and being mostly negative, it results in a hatred that is widespread amongst this clan, which has seen it's fair share of bad luck to do with kekkei genkai during the centuries. Besides that Yamato is of the opinion that he could beat a kekkei genkai easily through strength and a superior will to work for something.
【Family ties】
Yamatos family was rather normal, if you keep in mind that he grew up with a family that was not only his father and mother but also included close relatives of those people. Given that his father is the clan head, he has always felt like the entire clan was his family, and not just his father and mother. As such he always felt a great drive to do well, for the honor of the clan. Furthermore the birth of his younger sister when he was 2 added to his drive as he was under the pretense that he'd get to, or even have to, teach her.
Reijo Minamoru | Father | 42, Konohagakure, although often away on bussiness, politician and economist, it's said he has a pair of mistresses in any city.
Mika Minamoru | Mother | 36, Konohagakure, restaurant owner and part time mother, she is a hard worker who never complains. Atleast she likes to think so.
Rei Minamoru | Sister | 14, Konohagakure, student at the highschool, 2nd year. Popular girl, but unlike Yamato she finds practicing boring and she'd rather spend her time away from home with friends.
【Dreams and fears】
Yamato secretly dreams of a world where there are no kekkei genkai as this would, in his eyes, greatly reduce conflict. Furthermore he dreams of making the Minamoru clan even greater than his father did, to outdo him in something that his father was already very good at. As for fears, Yamato fears causing death and dishonor to the clan, which goes without saying. Besides that he also fears losing respect from the clan and, to a lesser degree, to his classmates.
“Quit lazyin' about and get to work!”
Mika is a beautiful young lady, providing yet another sharp contrast within the Minamoru when you compare her against Reijo, the father. She has beautiful fair skin and a lovely blonde hair colour, that glistens in the sun when it shines on it.
Her dress style accentuates her body, which has curves in the right places. Her hourglass figure shines through especially well since she wears tight fitting tanktops and flowery skirts underneath - although this accentuation is more by accident than by choice.
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【Full Name】
Mika Minamoru
【Alias】
“Misses Minamoru” to employees, Mimi to close friends
【Age】
36
【Sex】
Female
【Sexuality】
Bisexual, although she's technically married.
【Birthplace】
Konohagakure
【Bloodline】
Shozen
【Rank】
Restaurant manager
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Mika can be a very friendly lady, although a bit stern when she's busy managing the restaurant. Employees will need to quickly adjust to her ordering people around if they work for her. She doesn't allow complaining because after all she's paying you a fair wage. Or atleast, she likes to think she does - the unfair competition level in the area (basically none) allows her to pay whatever she wants essentially.
Towards her children she's very friendly, as long as Yamato's at home. At work, he's just another employee. Rei is her special darling who she treats very well, always kind and caring, asking about her day and giving her some extra pocket money. She's learned long ago that Yamato isn't interested in the small talk that Mika herself absolutely loves, so she's stopped asking him about his day and only talks about serious matters with him such as clan affairs and other such trivialities.
【History】
Mika wasn't exactly born into this life, as she was just another middle class kid in a middle class neighbourhood. As she grew older she started going out with friends and this is where she met Reijo - a tough, streetsmarts man that seemed to get attention from everyone. Not knowing who she was she ignored him at first, which only made him more dedicated to getting her. After all he was used to being served at his own leisure, getting what he wanted. And what he couldn't get was exactly what he wanted. For some time he chased her, buying her gifts and such before she gave in and they got married. For a year they were happily married and they produced a child together that they named Yamato. Unknown to them Yamato was destined to great things. For some time after that she was still 'his prize' that he loved dearly but he slowly lost interest as the Yakuza lifestyle is a fast one and he got attention from other girls that he liked better.
Mika was left, married and unable to divorce because it'd tear the family apart. By then Reihana had been born as well and she poured the love that she had had for her husband Reijo into her new child Reihana. Reijo didn't seem to care much and Mika had a pleasant life with all her stuffs paid for - Reijo maybe didn't love her like he used to, he did still care about her and his family so he spent money on them as if they were the most important thing in the world. Ever since then she's just been a mother of 2, a wife by force and a restaurant owner because she needed to do something with her spare time after Rei and Yamato were both old enough to take care of themselves.
“Oh, this suit? The Shadow Clothier of Sunagakure made it using his special jutsu. It's nothing.”
For his age, Reijo looks relatively young. This can be explained through the illicit black market trade in Senju DNA. Not just any DNA mind you, DNA that is said to be of Hashirama himself, and that was genetically engineered to sustain life. While it isn't proven to make you immortal, or even make your life longer by even a year (there's a lot of fake DNA going around) it does help make you look younger. For that reason a lot of.. ladies of satin sheets.. invest in it using two years worth of wages to look younger.
Being rich, Reijo has also been able to afford it. As such he looks younger, much much younger, than his actual age. Reijo wears a lot of suits given his position in bussiness, politics and his underworld criminal career. Besides, suits look good on him, you can't deny that. The man is a scumbag but he's a good looking scumbag.
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【Full Name】
Reijo Minamoru
【Alias】
“Mr. Minamoru” for bussiness contacts, “Mr. White Lily” for Yakuza underlings.
【Age】
42
【Sex】
Male
【Sexuality】
Heterosexual, as proven by the many affairs he has.
【Birthplace】
Konohagakure
【Bloodline】
Minamoru
【Rank】
Director of Minamoru Enterprises, spokesman for the Financial Interest group political movement and head of the local, large scale operating White Lilies Yakuza group.
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Reijo is a man that believes that big fish eat small fish - he takes all the chances he gets whenever he is presented an opportunity to make money or start a new bussiness that can make money for him - he's long since stopped being directly involved to stop the Konohagakure Police from tracing the illegal activities all the way back to him, ensuring there are ringleaders, underbosses and fake bosses under him that would catch the blame if anyone is caught. And anyone knows.. if you cross mr. White Lily you'll find a white lily on your pillow, which will turn red afterwards, and not through alchemy but using your blood. Sort of like finding a horse head on your bed - although that's much too bloody and way too much work.
He can be compassionate and friendly even when dealing with the opposite sex, but is very territorial and aggressive when dealing with the same sex as him - men will often face a different treatment. This has been passed onto Yamato, although Yamato doesn't make a big difference between whether or not someone is a woman or not.
【History】
Reijo comes from a long line of Minamoru criminal masterminds that have carved out an empire for him - he merely perfected it and tripled the clan income, taking down 2 other Yakuza clans in the village in the mean time and assimilating them. Not to say that they are the most powerful nowadays - there are still many other Yakuza groups and clans in the village that the White Lilies simply can't take down. But Reijo's respect for tradition and the like have prevented him from attacking them - they operate with a peace mandate that is only to be broken when someone acts outside of their turfs.
As he rose to power one of the first things he did was end a long lasting feud with the Red Crows, a group headed by an Uchiha who claims to be a descendant from Itachi himself, a bold claim that is false according to most but they're a powerful faction. As a result of this peace he was allowed to build up a power base, raising the income and recruiting many of the ronin who had escaped the samurai castles that were closing themselves off of foreign influences for fear of technology. These ronin proved to be useful when the Red Crows attacked again, betraying the White Lilies and attacking them right at the heart - the White Lily compound in Smalltown. The ronin were barely recruited for a week when they were forced to fight these enemies, who hadn't anticipated swordmen with chakra capabilities - needless to say they all died and Reijo assimilated the Red Crows. The rest is history!
【Clan Name】
Minamoru-shi
【Customs】
The Minamoru used to be very traditional, and they still are, holding onto values of old. Although as every other clan they have to grow with the times, and as such many customs have become merely symbolical and don't actually hold much significance. These customs are almost always on par with that of the other clans, since the clan is not much different from the others.
【Special Traits】
Specific traits inherited by being part of the clan. This can be Kekkei Genkai, privileges, recognized talents, etc. What makes each individual unique out of their culture.
【Influences】
The Minamoru influence on Konohagakure is very, very big. Some of it is subtle, such as underground influences due to the Yakuza affiliations they have, or rather.. the fact that they lead one of the three largest Yakuza groups in Konohagakure, and deal in things like Senju DNA, Sharingan black trade (rare) or even the drug trade. Their affiliations in this field are obvious to those involved, but to the outside world, it seems completely preposterous that the Minamoru, a powerful and high 'n mighty clan is involved in this.
Besides that they are a huge economical influence because they own more or less 60% of all of Konoha's economical centre with Minamoru Enterprises. The remaining 40% is, thankfully for Konoha, not theirs since the other Yakuza groups are trying hard to wrangle control away from them. The fact that they own most of the economical centre should probably say enough about their economical influence but this is not to say that all this money flows directly into the pockets of the Minamoru clan - bribes, wages, etcetera all is paid from these funds.
Finally the political aspect of the clan, which is not as big as it's underground or economical influence. Never the less it's still present - the fact that the Minamoru are a shinobi clan in essence (though, that is debateable very much so) gives them a small influence, and their alliances with other clans, as well as their feuds with some of the others, are a reason that they are politically well regarded, though not as high as the Hyuga or the Uchiha, or even the Uzumaki's although those have recently been more forthcoming towards the Minamoru.
【Relations】
Naito - the Naito clan is one of the clans that the Minamoru have been feuding with for the longest time. The feud started about 200 years ago, when both the Minamoru and the Naito were relatively new to Konoha. Ever since it's been dubbed the Feud of the Tiger and the Dogs. The long standing feud hasn't subsided just yet as members of this clan frequently clash - be it with words, swords, or politics.
Reikan - the most recent addition to the Minamoru's list of allies, Luscious and Reijo have brokered an alliance between the two despite the fact that the Reikan's are a clan with a kekkei genkai prominently on display. It seems that, to Reijo, the main reason for the alliance was to secure security in case the Uchiha, Hyuga or Naito try anything.
【History】
The Minamoru clan was founded quite recently compared to the other clans such as the Uchiha or the Hyuga. They were not part of the original founding clans, and migrated later as a result of economical changes. They weren't originally shinobi but quickly managed to adapt into a Shinobi clan effortlessly. They were comprised of highly driven individuals that wished to become the greatest at, more or less, whatever they attempted. It didn't always succeed, actually, more often than not, but you only need to give one glance to the current status of the clan to see how far they kicked it in those 200 years, compared to the Uchiha.
Never the less they don't quite fit into Konoha - they are not so much underhanded, and wouldn't do anything to directly harm Konoha, but they are very self centered and do anything they do for the clan or themselves, not for Konoha. Konoha is simply a means to an end for them. Never the less a feeling of pride and honour is also common place in the clan so Konoha needn't worry about the Minamoru betraying them. They do what they do for themselves, or atleast so they say, but deep down most of the Minamoru are quite self sacrificial, especially the shinobi. Those that aren't in the shinobi trade are often a whole different breed of people, mostly simply normal people and civilians.
In short, that means they have a tough skin, cussing, feuding, and appear somewhat rude and cold. Underneath that however are people that deeply respect tradition, hierarchy and self sacrifice. They might not show it but it's definetely there.
Moving on, they also don't fit Konoha because they are very outspoken against kekkei genkai - and sadly for Konoha (or the Minamoru's, depending on who you ask) there are plenty of clans with kekkei genkai's. This has been reason for them to be a bit of an outcast-clan compared to others, distancing themselves from main Konoha, living outside the village.
Up until the mid-years, between Sarada and Boruto's births, and current situation, they were insignificant, standard fodder clans. However it was then that they broke through with the arrival of the ronin, that fueled the underground Yakuza operations that some of the Minamoru were involved in. Due to this they suddenly raised in power unexplainedly, gaining more funds to further their political influence and economical presence. It didn't take long before Reijo took over 40-so years later, and furthered that all even more, expanding their influences rather rapidly.
“I hope the sage of the six paths has blessed your day, connoting my fondness for you by wishing you a nice day, my very nice and friendly, superior friend, otherwise known as the honorific of 'senpai'!”
Saburo has typical Uchiha features, namely the black hair, black eyes and the somewhat sleek, average length hair. However he does not look like he suffers from the Curse of Hatred like those before him. Perhaps that's because the cycle was broken by Sasuke and Naruto a long time ago. Never the less, this doesn't mean that he doesn't know hatred, or anything like that. He simply looks nicer than the pictures in the history books show of the Uchiha.
Saburo has a pretty round face, with a similarily rounded chin. His jawline isn't anything special, and neither is his face. If anything he looks noticeably average, able to blend in with most crowds as long as he covers himself when he uses the sharingan.
Body wise he's fit, and looks like he works out from time to time although it isn't anything over the top. He's got some definition in his abs but no six pack, and the same goes for his arms and legs. There's nothing there noticeably worth gawking at but you can tell he's a shinobi and that he does hard work.
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【Full Name】
Saburo Uchiha
【Alias】
“Kimyōna” meaning 'weird'.
【Age】
16
【Sex】
Male
【Sexuality】
Heterosexual - too unsocial to realise what are avances and what aren't, however, so if a guy is hitting on him he'd mistake it for friendliness.
【Birthplace】
Konohagakure.
【Bloodline】
Uchiha
【Rank】
Chunin
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Personality? What is that? Saburo has little to no personality, making him a pretty strange kid. He can be somewhat of a loner, but not by choice. He's simply very awkward to be around due to his past. Never the less he does try to make friends. That doesn't always work in his favor.
He's very strange in the way he talks, often talking in very long sentences to explain what he means by something, even though it's perfectly clear to begin with. A simple thing to say, such as have a nice day, can turn into a full conversation for Saburo. As such most people tend to avoid him, although now that he's going to be placed in teams, they'll have a hard time doing that.
Once you get to know Saburo it'll become apparent that Saburo is actually really friendly, and just has a funny way of wording this. As such he'd be a proper friend to you if one just gives him a chance, but he doesn't see that happen soon. Never the less he will keep trying, because he realizes he is bad at the social things.
Besides his obvious strange social tendencies he is actually quite a fan of 'fun' and as such he loves dancing and parties. Not that he's good at these but he does enjoy doing them while looking like a fool.
【History】
Saburo was part of the few family of Uchiha that survived the tide of time. He spent his early years (0-4) in the company of his mother, Hajira and his father, Chonzo. He was an only child and his father and mother were never really around due to conflicting timetables (they were present largely on school times, and gone during free hours). As a result Saburo took an interest to books where he'd read numerous saga's on end, versing himself well in the history of Naruto, Sasuke and others. Especially Sasuke was interesting because he shared a clan with the man.
Never the less he couldn't agree with Sasuke's motives, after all you cannot do something solely for revenge, as it'd create only more revenge. As such he created a vision for himself that he wishes to further through association with several gifted minds like Ayame and Fujitora Choko. At the current stages of his life his vision remains blurred and uncertain, but the psychological department is sure they can retrieve the better details of this vision later.
In the academy stages of his life the boy excelled in his class, but was taken away from the academy early on by his parents, and was placed under the care of the 11th corp, a special intelligence and special ops corps of the Konoha ANBU. He spent his years here isolated from the rest of Konoha, and essentially merely went to school, went to his room, ate and drunk and trained, before going to school again.
There was little else to do when you're part of a secret corps of shinobi that are expected to be the best they can be. This isn't to say that Saburo is exceptionally strong, because he isn't. He's just about your average shinobi, however he has a set of specialised experiences that make him invaluable in takedown situations, as well as intelligence gathering. A keen eye and a good technique go a long way.
After serving under the 11th corp for some time, he was honorably discharged once it became clear that Saburo wasn't a perfect fit with their methods. He was pushed back into the 'real' world and left to his own devices as he got a spot as a chunin amongst the regular forces.
【Family ties】
Saburo has had a childhood without many interferences from his parents, and he's come to see his corp 11 teachers as his 'parents' and sometimes even denotes them as such. He holds no grudge to his real father and mother however, as they were part of the ANBU and had little choice other than to be busy a lot.
Hajira Uchiha | Mother | 43, Konohagakure, ex-ANBU, school teacher currently that works at the academy.
Chonzo Uchiha | Father | 46, Konohagakure, ex-ANBU, deceased currently.
【Dreams and fears】
Saburo has a strange dream, in that he wishes to obtain the Rinnegan simply to experience what it'd be like to have it, and to know what it can do. An almost unobtainable dream, however.
He fears the Downfall of Konoha as much as the next, but he's extremely fearful of it because as part of the 11th corp he knows more than others, especially of historical cases where Konoha has nearly been destroyed without anyone taking notice, leaving it to the 11th corp to take down the threats.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Saburo is an able bodied fighter, that uses a mixture of tools (shuriken, senbon, kunai) and ninjutsu to duel with his enemies. He's particularily strong in the field of ninjutsu with an affinity for fire and earth, though he hasn't learned any earth techniques yet. His style is mostly a ninjutsu-dueling style where he prefers to keep a medium distance to use ninjutsu and tools, rather than a close up combat style, however his training allows him to effectively do both of them if the need arises.
【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】
Bloodline limit name:
Sharingan, 3 tomoe.
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
Hāremu no Jutsu
B rank techniques:
KATON: Great Dragon Fire
Genjutsu: Sharingan
C rank techniques:
KATON: Gokakyu no Jutsu.
KATON: Phoenix Sage Fire Technique
D-E rank techniques:
OIROKE: Onnanoko Dōshi no Jutsu
OIROKE: Pōrudansu ando Naisu Bodī no jutsu
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Chokuto.
Description:
The chokuto is very basic and cuts just as well as an average kunai. It doesn't offer chakra flow through it so it's impossible to enflame it, or anything of the sorts..
“A great fireball to a needle, something just as lethal.”
Ayame is an appealing girl, somewhat above average in looks but with an appealing charm. She has no overly defining features, aside from her relatively large eyes, which eyeball those around her carefully. Her eyes are dark in color, a mixture of dark blue aking to a deep ocean, and grey like the rain she so often enjoys. It's essentially impossible to narrow down her eye color, as they shift with the lighting. In dark lighting her eyes seem greyish, in proper lighting such as the sun her eyes are a deep dark blue. It matters little to Ayame. Her chin is pointed, and her jawline is rounded. Her noise is pointy but thin, with a relatively average sized nose bridge, although 'average' is all a matter of perspective.
Her frame is petite, with relatively small breast size, narrow build and a hourglass figure as she is small in the waist, then wider in the hip area. She doesn't put in any effort to accentuate this, if it happens it happens. Her slender figure means she easily gets definition in her muscles, meaning that her arms eye muscled, although very lightly so. Her legs have definition too, but not as much as her arms. Her arms are relatively thin, too. Her legs are slightly more thick, especially her calves, from the running around she has to do on orders of the Hokage.
As for her hair, she is originally a blonde but she's known to dye her hair frequently with self made dying colors. Currently her hair is black, but it's bound to change soon. It is very easy to pick colors when you have shadow clones to practice on. Her hair is often tied up into 2 'ponytails' of sorts at the side, akin to the reference picture a intel. shinobi managed to snap of her during a fake date. We have no idea how he managed to escape once it became clear that he was not interested in her - rumour has it he is still hiding.
Personnel files.
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【Full Name】
Ayame Choko
【Alias】
the Sewstress
【Age】
26
【Sex】
Female
【Sexuality】
Heterosexual
【Birthplace】
Amegakure
【Bloodline】
Choko, although her lineage is doubted by some
【Rank】
Jonin, Hokages Assistant
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Ayame is a rather friendly person, although her sincerity is often doubted. She believes that there is always a catch to anything people do, which she doesn't deem a neccesarily bad thing since that's how the world works. As such she is generally rather skeptic of people doing things for her, or behaving nicely towards her. To her, anyone will always want something, whether that's a favor, a good work environment or even just giving yourself a nice feeling since you were being nice to someone. As such she has come to accept this and even work with it, ensuring herself that it is okay to be friendly to everyone simply to achieve a nice working environment. Regardless of whether she is gratifying herself or is genuinely interested in who she talks to she'll maintain a 'nice face' as it's called and smile.
In a neutral situation, with say a politician or a foreign envoy, she'd be formal and respectful, making sure to follow procedures such as bowing and use of words. She would hold herself back a bit more and remain in the back, not speaking often, although that has more to do with her assisting position rather than her timid nature in these situation - she can be friendly, angry or pushy in the neutral situations if she has to.
In negative situations such as combat or when she hears of a setback that is not so close to her, she'll often remain rather calm, as her position as assistant and jonin demands her to be calm and calculating. In battle she is often more prone to bouts of anger, as naturally expected in battle, although she'd do her best to keep it in check if there are students with her. When fighting solo she simply lets go, since she doesn't have to fear for anyone taking on these traits as weakness or a strength that they need to replicate since she believes everyones reactions to battle are their own and need not be forced upon them.
In emotional situations such as death or a personal setback, or perhaps a more positive one such as pregnancy or promotion/graduation of a familiar person, she's prone to bouts of emotional crying, whether crying of sadness or happiness. She's not afraid to let go and doesn't seem to mind others seeing her.
【History】
When Ayame was born, she was mothered and fathered by her parents in Amegakure. She had an older brother who was 10 years older, Fujitora, who she got along with pretty well. In base school she wasn't a very.. good student. She spent her time practicing, but she barely achieved average grades in jutsu and taijutsu, being much too frail for the latter and simply not being very good at the former. She passed her test.. barely. Only in highschool did she really accomplish bigger feats and did she earn the nickname of the Sewstress. She was very able to use senbon and a large sword that was named, how could it be called anything else, dai-senbon, or great senbon. She was able to hit a mark with senbon at a 100m distance at first, and accurately hit them in vital areas. She gradually and quickly extended the range to even greater distance, never losing accuracy. As an added feature she dabbled in poisonry and found out she had an affinity for it, too. That and her relatively good swordsmanship with the dai senbon meant she had found a way to become a proper shinobi, and a good one too. The remainder of her years in highschool were spent focussing on these skills, leaving any jutsu and taijutsu to the others.
After graduation she, her brother and father decided to move to Konohagakure after the mass introduction of technology took place and prices started fluctuating, as well as a loss of income for the family. In the same timeperiod their mother passed as a result of a brain tumor, only adding to the reasons of wanting to move away from Amegakure. They got to Konohagakure hoping to find a more suitable job, which was achieved for both Ayame and Fujitora as Ayame went on to become a Hokages' assistant and Fujitora became the jonin commander of Konohagakure.
【Family ties】
Ayame's family was rather loving, average in most aspects. An untimely death of the mother led to a migration of homes, and a slight destabilization of the home environment but after that things returned to normal rapidly.
Akinero Choko | Father | 61, Konohagakure, retiree. Lives in an appartment of his own where he plays a lot of chess with neighbours.
Mori Choko | Mother | 53, Amegakure, deceased. Rests in a tomb on the Amegakure graveyard, which is adorned with a large tombstone.
Fujitora Choko | Brother | 35, Konohagakure, jonin commander. Best friend and biggest rival to Ayame.
【Dreams and fears】
Ayame dreams of a more peaceful world, although that is rather cliché she seems to think it's essentially impossible to achieve. The world is already quite peaceful, but small conflicts are boiling up, old feuds as well. Hoping to eradicate these too, she pushes the Hokage to support the police departments around Konoha more, and to allow jonins more freedom in helping them too.
Besides that she also dreams of getting married one day, or at the very least have a boyfriend. But boys are stupid.
She fears losing her family, most visibly her brother whom she loves dearly. That is a rather common fear, but she has more. She also fears growing old, becoming wrinkled and ugly and losing her appeal to others. To counter this she takes self made tonics that work against it, although there's only so much you can do.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Ayame focusses on a versatile but highly accurate style of fighting using senbon to take down primary targets, along with poison to do the work if she can't manage to kill the target before he flees. Lower prioritized targets get the pleasure of being skewered with her dai senbon, a very sharply pointed sword that is able to pierce through most armors with no trouble, although it's not as effective when uesd for cutting - as expected of a gigantic needle.
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Senbon Art: Senbon Rain
Rank:
B
Range:
A circle with a diameter of 50m.
Description:
Grabbing a lot of senbon, she throws them into the air after which they fly quite high. After that the senbon will begin falling down from an extremely high altitude, giving them speed. The result is a storm of senbon falling down around her, falling everywhere except for her own position due to the high amount of skill she has in this technique. The senbon are most likely not coated in poison, given the difficulty of concocting new poison and the expensiveness of these poisons - these are reserved for high priority targets.
Jutsu name:
Senbon Art: Senbon Coffin technique
Rank:
A
Range:
A single target, targeted at a max range of 10m.
Description:
The jutsu is one of the few jutsu that Ayame can perform that require chakra, although in a less direct way than you'd expect. She forms the tiger seal after which she augments chakra in her legs and feet, making her somewhat faster akin to the body flicker technique. What follows is a storm of senbon coming at a target from all sides, seemingly from random places as if they simply appear out of thin air and fly towards the targets at an extremely high speed.
In reality what happens is, using her heightened speed she will 'body flicker' towards spots around the target, throwing senbon as she goes and doing this at such a high speed that it appears as if all these senbon (usually +- 30 senbon) are thrown at once from numerous positions. Depending on the targets these senbon may or may not be poisoned. This technique is quite deadly, however it can be avoided by moving, as even though Ayame is quite skilled, it remains hard for anyone to accurately hit lethal places on a human body whilst they and yourself are moving, and a senbon is only really deadly if aimed extremely accurately for these positions.
Jutsu name:
Dai Senbon: Sewing Dance
Rank:
A
Range:
An area within a circle with a diameter of +- 25m around the user.
Description:
Attaching an entire spool of chakra string to the dai senbon's end circle/handle, the user throws the senbon towards a target and using the chakra string (s)he will be able to steer the dai senbon as long as the user has chakra or the chakra string remains attached. The dai senbon will maintain speed, and the generally 'semi invisible' chakra string will lead to this technique possibly being mistaken for a wind technique - it's more to do with chakra control and the chakra string.
The technique, while rudimentary, has shown to be very capable and in previous battles has sown together a grand total of 5 enemies in a single usage of the technique, lining them all together and, depending on where they were hit, being incapacitated or dead.
Jutsu name:
Senbon Art: Split Needles Poisoning
Rank:
S
Range:
Any range.
Description:
Ayame's trump card, this technique is only possible because all of her needles are infused with some of her chakra, which is done pre-battle. In short: this technique splits the needles into a million tiny different particles of whatever material the needle is made of by imploding it, forcing it to 'explode' and form a cloud of (metal and poisonous) dust. A rather harmless technique if done on a single senbon, but given that Ayame is very skilled in senbon usage, the technique can be done on a lot of senbon at once.
The technique is usually preceded by throwing a very large amount of senbon at a target, until the user is satisfied with the amount of senbon stuck in the targets' body. If the poison weren't enough to absolutely destroy the target, the technique will. After this three seals are formed and the dormant chakra in the senbon will be activated, forcing the senbon to explode into particles - the parts of senbon outside the body (sticking out a wound) will explode into an inhaleable cloud of metal and poison dust, and given the proximity to the user it will be physically impossible to get away without inhaling atleast some of it. The part of the senbon stuck inside the wound will also explode, sending metal particles into the open wound, and given the fact that there are no doubt blood vessels close by, sending poisonous metal shards into the blood stream, essentially poisoning the target at a very fast rate, meanwhile also cutting up the insides of a target. The more senbon are stuck inside a target, the quicker death will come.
Besides the obvious implications of this technique, it only gets worse when combined with senbon guiding - the chakra still left in the senbon particles would be enough for chakra guiding the senbon much as one would divert a kunai that you've thrown. Guiding the particles, it is possible to lacerate one's innards, giving internal bleeding and further poisoning with a flick of the wrist in exchange for a very high chakra cost.
Jutsu name:
Senbon Art: Needle Mirage
Rank:
A
Range:
10m max
Description:
The user throws a set of 3 senbon, one aimed at the head, one aimed at the heart and the other at a main artery in the neck. After throwing the senbon the user quickly claps their hands together, the sound of the clap spreading a genjutsu that quickly brings all those who heard it under the impression that the three senbon are actually a storm of 100+ senbon, and most likely bringing them under the impression that dodging is futile. A simple, if not effective technique.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Dai-Senbon.
Weapon, tool or object type:
The weapon is a very large needle used as a sword, made out of extremely strong bone of some sort of extremely large animal - imagine a whales bone, with extremely hardened properties.
Description:
The sword reaches up to about Ayame's breast in height, and is stored in a sheath of leather on her back. The handle is adorned with leather wraps on them, and is positioned in the circle where normally the thread goes through the needle. The sword is extremely pointy and sharp - able to pierce metals sheets with minimal effort and, given enough effort to push it through, it can push through an entire human given enough momentum. A downside is that the sides of the sword do not cut, so if you remain in close quarters Ayame will not have enough space to stab and will be forced to retreat so she can get enough space or stop using the weapon.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Poison kit
Weapon, tool or object type:
The poison kit is a pouch that Ayame sometimes carries on extensive missions or long lasting expeditions. There are a mortar and pestle in there, as well as a small supply of plants that allow Ayame to create tonics, poisons or other things while on the move. There are also some vials in there with stored poisons of a more rare variant.
Description:
The pouch resembles a normal shinobi's tool pouch where they store all their kunai, shuriken and other tools. As such it's pretty much indiscernible from those pouches.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Dragons' Lament
Weapon, tool or object type:
This tool is a type of poison made from water, a small amount of acid and the petals of a Red Glorybloom, a common and unsuspecting flower in Konohagakure.
Description:
The poison is dark purple in color, close to black in it's vial. The potency of this poison lies in its paralysing traits, in that it will shut down musclemass around the area where it strikes. If you get hit in the leg your leg will slowly shut down as the poison spreads through the muscles.
Although this seems relatively harmless - it doesn't outright kill you - it can be detrimental to a fight if, for instance, you get hit by a multitude of senbon covered in this poison. Imagine both your legs dropping down useless. You will be victim to a simple dagger in the heart, or worse, a dai-senbon to the face. And, since the heart is essentially muscle with lots of blood veins running through to pump the blood around, a single senbon in the heart might be able to take someones live. The effects last around 4-5 minutes depending on the potency of the batch of poison.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Rotflesh Coat
Weapon, tool or object type:
This type of poison is made from rotting flesh, maggots, a single drop of the saliva of a rare toad named the Kingsguard Toad.
Description:
This poison, when in contact with the skin, will bring in a sudden bout of rot in the skin. While not especially harmful it is extremely painful to feel your skin rapidly getting covered in rotten-ness. The effects last around a day, after which the poison will have been purged from your body and the spread of rot will stop. Never the less the rot remains for a full week, remaining painful but not spreading anymore. That is.. if you survived the battle.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Red Cow Poison
Weapon, tool or object type:
This poison variant is created using a cow tooth, a cow hide and milk, alongside pure water from the Uji spring near Amegakure, a drop of red spider eggsap and a wasps stinger.
Description:
This poison causes no significant effects the first ten minutes after being hit. If combined with some boasts about the potency of this poison it might even bring about laughter when the targets thinks nothing were happening. In reality the poison remains dormant for 10 minutes, after which it will slowly begin sapping away at the targets' vision, until they are blinded. This effect of blindness lasts only 2 minutes, but that is enough time to finish off a target.
“With no booze, whores and cussing, life would be a lot less interesting, don't 'cha think ya big cunt?”
Despite what the above picture would like to make you believe, Yopparai (meaning 'Drunkard' as if it was pre-destined by his parents) is a lot less charming than he seems to be. Over the course of his escape he's grown a rougher beard, and dropped the smile. He looks more like a pirate that has no ship now, than the charming man seen above. In fact.. he acts more like a pirate than a shinobi, too.
Yopparai has since his escape dropped the half kimono looking thing that he wore before hand, and switched it for something a bit more manly, and daring. He's kept the black-red undershirt and has grown out some chesthair, that pokes out with no shame. Under that he wears simple blue trousers and calve-high leather boots, strapped tightly with several straps and buckles. From his right shoulder to his left hip he wears a leather strap for attaching his sword to.
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【Full Name】
Yopparai Ramu Koku (Drunkard Rum-coke)
【Alias】
“The Drunkard”
【Age】
23
【Sex】
Male.
【Sexuality】
As straight as it can be, observable from the many wenches in his tavernhouse.
【Birthplace】
Kirigakure
【Bloodline】
Ehh, his mom was a whore, so he has not a clue.
【Rank】
Chunin rank, but in reality is somewhere between a chunin and jonin in power scales.. atleast, when measuring him without his sword.
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Drinking, murder, sex, theft, robberies, smoking, in other words doing whatever the hell you want, that's all Yopparai's bussiness. If you say 'lets go kill some people!' Yopparai would raise his glass and come along. If you said 'lets go fuck some wenches!' he'd be the first to reach them, trousers nearly unbuttoned already. And above all, drinking is his game. There has not been a single person in the history of mankind, alive or dead, male or female, that could beat him in a game of drinking. That should tell you something about his habits and lifestyle.. he's a true lecher, who lives a debaucherous lifestyle filled with robbing, murdering, raping, thieving, and generally having fun all around the world.
If he likes you, or you are not a primary target to him (he's not dumb, he knows who are good targets and who have nothing) he could actually be what one would describe as a 'friend' though his less-honest ways leave much to be desired. And although he might be a bastard, he does live to some form of a honor code, something akin to a thieves' laws, but more befitting of a shinobi.
Don't kill those who are no threat or harm to you, don't steal from those that have very little already, blablablabla.. who cares Yopparai, just do what you want and feel is right.. - excerpt from his diaries detailing his 'honor code'.
.. sidenote: always kill people that you don't like, they usually end up being a pain in the ass if you don't do it the first time you can. Unless you like them or they have a great pair of tits. - a small bit of scrabbled, sloppily written text next to the excerpt.
There is extensive information available on Yopparai, and you could probably fill an entire library just with his bingo book information, so he is not mysterious at all. In fact, he's probably one of the most forthcoming with his wrongdoings, and acknowledges them as being bad. But in his words, 'a criminal knows that what he does is bad, he just doesn't care' and that is exactly why Yopparai is a threat to society - he doesn't care what he does. Power wise a team of ANBU or nin-hunters should be able to take him down, but he has evaded the groups sent after him with relative ease and above all.. he holds a valuable artifact that we wish to remain unharmed. As such his capture and death would be a touchy issue for Kirigakure.
【History】
Yopparai was born as a son to man x. No, that is not some vague name for a super hero, or a name for a mysterious man in a suit that controls the world. It's simply the name that the intelligence corps gave to Yopparai's father after he filed over 200 formal requests, 159 informal requests, 21 verbal threats, and 2 threats with actual violence involved, to find out who his father was. There was never really any result, because his reckless nature and uncompliant nature meant it was very difficult to even trace how old Yopparai was, let alone who his father was.
His mother on the other hand was (at her time) a well known whore named the Scarlet Dragon who worked at a (at that time) well known whorehouse called the Underhouse. Ofcourse that was just a cliché name for a whore, who used it to gain fame and more clientele. It seemed to have worked as her fame grew and, at her height, she was known all the way to Konoha. Her real name was less exciting, as she was named Misa Keikumoto. Anyway, after she gave birth to Yopparai she decided to name him after his father. And since she had no name, and his father was (according to her) a drunkard, his name was to be Yopparai Ramu Koku, since that was the drink he ordered for Misa when they met up the first time. Long story short, she was pissed off because being pregnant stranded her with no income for a small while (5 months or so, she claims, but probably she worked longer anyway because she didn't care). And because she was pissed off she must've thought Yopparai was a joke, and named him drunkard. Because no employer will look at that name and hire him anyway.
He didn't do well in school either, after all he was the son of a whore and he got taught at an early age to not give a shit about other people. Only those in your inner circle matter, and they're replaceable too, so you best not care too much about those people either. He wanted to be an asskicker, though, so he got enrolled into the shinobi academy. Well, actually, he enrolled himself by faking the signature for the paper, and then when his mother found out got a firm beating because she couldn't afford the school. Somehow they made it though, no thanks to his mom, as she forced him to work a part time job on the side to afford the school.
One of the lessons he remembered the best from his mother was the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb, a saying that many people get wrong, but that he remembered and imprinted into his mind carefully. Friendships are stronger than family and forced relationships, because you choose them. As such, you are in full control over who you like..
This led him to ultimately abandon his mother. He moved out and never contacted her again, and she seemed fine with this. Recently she passed away after a long time in the hospital due to lung cancer (she liked to smoke) but Yopparai didn't really seem to care.
Anyway, after abandoning his mother things went better, he was no longer forced to put up with all the crazy shit surrounding living in a whorehouse, and he got to focus on his career. At the age of 16 it became apparent that he excelled in swordplay and was soon focussing primarily on that as well as forming his own hiden ninjutsu techniques. Soon after he got recruited into the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist. He found himself holding Shibuki the Blastsword, a destructive tool very befitting of this man. He managed to master it in four years and earned a spot amongst the seven swordsmen. But as fortune would have it, Yopparai was just like almost every other swordsman of the mist before him, and he quickly abandoned his village in favour of personal fame. He took Shibuki with him.. ofcoure he would. He doesn't give a shit about stuff like stealing.
Anyway, he thus earned a double kill order - one for stealing a relic of the past, a treasured artifact of Kirigakure, the other for being a missing nin. And soon after records started piling up - murder, theft, robberies, public nudity, indecent exposure, illegal alcohol brewing, tax evasion, privacy invasion, selling womens used (and stolen) panties. His most serious offense however, is not the murder, theft or going missing nin, nor stealing the artifact sword. His most serious offense..
is taking panty shot pictures of the Mizukage before his daring escape from the village. They remain private for now, but he's made it very clear he will release them to the public to showcase the horror that the photos are. Why a horror? Because this panty shot picture.. lacks the panty.
【Family ties】
Describe shortly what type of family your character grew up in, how the ties were and how this influenced him. After that fill in form below, for all family members of importance, living or dead.
Man X | Father | ???
Scarlet Dragon, Misa Keikumoto | Mother | Deceased
【Dreams and fears】
Personal glory and fame, ofcourse! He wants his name to be known and whether that is as a good or bad person, he doesn't really care about that. His fears are pretty much the exact opposite, he's afraid of not being acknowledged and thus can't stand when people ignore him or underestimate him.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Yopparai fights with a deadly combination of the Blastsword and his (slightly offputting) alcohol style jutsu. As such he fights at a medium-short range to make extensive use of his sword and alcohol style jutsu. Not much else to say really - he's careless at times but he knows he has the skills to get away with it.
【Traits】
Absurd alcohol resistance.
Good stamina and resistance to pain.
Average chakra control and pool.
Average taijutsu skills.
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Arukōru Style: Fuming at the Mouth
Rank:
B
Range:
Short-mid, an area up to 10m in front of him.
Description:
After taking a very big swig of his Arukōru-Furasuko, the user swishes it around in his mouth mixing it with his own chakra before spewing out the alcohol again, revealing that it'd been turned into fumes. The fumes are highly flammable and the actual amount of alcohol in it is so high that, essentially, it can result in a very big fireball/explosion. The fumes linger for some time, dissipating after +- 2 minutes.
Inhaling the fumes can cause a person to suffer from effects ranging from dizziness (low exposure) to drunkenness (medium exposure) to full blown knockouts (longer than a minute). This is because, well, it's pure alcohol. As such the technique can also be lit on fire, as noted before.
If the user makes a spark before his mouth, it will be more like a flamethrower technique. Kind of a circus act type thing, where they spew fire by spewing alcohol onto a flaming rod.
Jutsu name:
Arukōru-Suiton Style: Arukōru pistol
Rank:
C
Range:
Short-mid, up to 30meters in range.
Description:
Mimicking the suiton style water gun technique, this technique is pretty much the same except it uses alcohol instead of water. Harmless on it's own, really, but the alcohol will soak the enemy in alcohol (note: pure alcohol, not a drink) and get in their clothes and skin - something that is generally tough to get rid off unless you take an impromptu bath. Afterwards it will be a simple trick to light the enemy on fire. Good luck getting that out, ya bastard.
Can be used in conjunction with the Firestriker to form a fireball instead.
Jutsu name:
Arukōru Style: Drunken Stampede
Rank:
S
Range:
N/A
Description:
The user takes in a large, large, LARGE amount of alcohol drinking from his flask for nearly 5 seconds before finally reaching a point of being drunk. Note that this is pure alcohol he's drinking.. either way, with him being drunk, he turns into a real drunkard. He seems to be resilient to many blows (they hurt him, but he doesn't feel it directly), becomes reckless and seems much much more strong that before hand. He is able to effectively swing his sword without any real problem and the kickback from the explosive tags on it becomes lesser. In this form the user is also able to use the Fuming at the Mouth technique without handseals as he's so filled with alcohol that blowing air out of his mouth is enough to send fumes out far enough to do the technique.
There's a drawback to this, obviously, and that is that he becomes much more susceptible to fire attacks. While normally he doesn't suffer from that unless an opponent knows how to turn his alcohol techniques around, in this form he is so filled with alcohol that, like noted before, he can basically blow out alcohol fumes. Because of that any fire attacks have the capability of seriously damaging him if they hit, lighting him and the air around him that is filled with fumes on fire.
Jutsu name:
Arukōru Style: Yotte no un, Luck of the Drunk
Rank:
B
Range:
N/A
Description:
More or less a pre-stage to the Drunken Stampede technique, the user drinks a large amount of alcohol and enters the stage of 'buzzing' or tipsiness. As a result the user will suffer from something known as Drunken Luck, a stage where your inner reflexes more or less take over, allowing weird and crazy dodges that seem more accidental than anything. It also allows stupid, sloppy attacks to be more powerful than they even appear, giving extra power to those attacks, trading it for the accuracy. This effect lasts 2-3 posts.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Kasai sutoraikā - Fire Striker
Weapon, tool or object type:
Flint and Steel
Description:
A set of two tools, a flint and a piece of steel. Nothing that is hard to use or understand - they make a spark that can light fires.. and alcohol.
Weapon, tool or object name:
XXX-Furasuko
Weapon, tool or object type:
Arukōru-Furasuko - alcohol flask
Description:
XXX-Furasuko is a large bottle shaped like above, with a gray wrapping around it that has all sorts of childish drawings on it, from cuss words ('cunt' 'wanker' 'asshole') to bad drawings of women with large tits and asses. On the center it says, very large, in black paint; ARUKŌRU, XXX, YOPPARAI. The flask is quite large, but the neck is small enough to comfortably hold it with 1 hand.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Shibuki
Weapon, tool or object type:
Sword
Description:
It's the 'legendary' sword from the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist. It's not as legendary as it was said to be, because obviously it was never really used all that much previously and would serve better as a museum piece in Yopparai's eyes, since with the everlasting peace there was little to no use for a weapon like this. He's putting it to use now, though, hehehe. |
47,688 | 1,294 | 12 | 2,747 | 345 | Heavy mist settles in as the early morning sun makes its feeble attempt to break through to the land of water. Just outside Kirigakure are numerous little villages and townships. For the most part mist kept its walls rather secure but these small encampments still pop up from time to time. This particular one was rather destitute and ragged. The buildings were made of stone but most of them had not been kept up in many years. Most of the windows were broken or boarded up and the hut like buildings were worn down and cracked. Graffitte decorates pretty much any open surface of many of the buildings. The messages written are a mix of classical thug life gang tags as well as artist murals. However a common theme between both is a heavy distrust and disdain of the current political structure of the village.
Examples of such writings were: "Down with the Mist!" "Break the chains! Free your Soul!" "Blood is thicker than water!"
The last phrase was a common one that developed many years ago. She feels as though she has heard it quite a lot growing up and something in the back of her mind recalled that it was something her late father had first said. The meaning behind the phrase is that the blood shed for the sake of the land of water was far more than what they got in return. They would not shed their precious blood for such a corrupt system any longer. That kind of unrest was still felt even by the few people that scurried along.
A young woman walks next to the building where Junshiro was standing. Her head was covered by a large navy blue hooded cloak that goes down to her ankles. For the most part it covers her face and she removes it for just a second to reveal her deep red eyes and striking white hair. Looking up at the man he would also notice that she isn't wearing her headband at all. She had instructed him to keep his headband also hidden. This was a dangerous place for any kind of ninja at this point and it was best to be careful.
"Can you get down from there? We're supposed to be incognito remember?" She says with a sigh. "Also don't call me mistress. You can just call me Yume. I'm not your superior or anything." She looks tired and they had been walking all night to reach Kiri. She has hoped they would have reached the village prior to sunrise but it can't be helped. As she walked down the street she brings up her slender fingers to rub her right cheek. There was no bruise but it looked like she half expected it to be painful to the touch. "Damn bitch." She says under her breath as she recalls her meeting a few days earlier with the leader of the village. She had been disrespectful just one to many times and got a wallop to the face by the new animal of a head jounin. She was fine and it healed rather quickly. In fact her ability to take the punch and unwavering gaze after the punch helped showcase her resolve and obtain the resources for this mission. That resource of course being the strange ninja that accompanied her.
"Not you I mean..." She says dryly as she realized he might have been able to hear her with his special robot hearing. "Actually just forget it. We are supposed to be meeting someone here." She stops short of a strange structure near the outer edge of the village. It looks like a tomb or monument that had been made into a fountain. It was about eight feet tall square with water tricking from the top down the sides into a pool of water that surrounded it like a tiny little moat. On top of the square stone structure was a stature that had been worn and taken from the ages. The top half of the body was already gone and all that remained was the cracked and weathered legs of some unknown person. She turns around and looks slightly confused and a twing bit worried.
"Well its sunrise... and this is where we were supposed to meet them-" She was cut off as the water behind her burst up as if something had exploded underneath. Suddenly she is surrounded by water. Everything but her head was completely trapped inside a water prison jutsu.
"Don't move" A tall man with long black hair and several facial scars forms slowly out of the water. His comment was directed at the Junshiro who no doubt was already mobilizing into action. It seems that this man had transformed himself into water and laid in wait for this ambush. His body still seems to be partially made of water as his arm is still infused with the water prison. "Who are you?""
"We were sent by Sosuke." Yume interjects. "Junshiro stand down but keep your guard up." Her eyes glare at the man with a fierce intensity. She calculates what might be the best thing to say at this moment. "Blood is thicker than water." She blurts out without thinking about it much. However this seems to have some kind of affect as the man turns to look at her in silence for a moment.
"What are you here for?" He asks in a cold tone.
"I am here in search of someone. I heard from a trusted source that he may be here. My name is Yume." She takes a slow breath and then continues again. "I have an important mission to fulfill here. I also wish to join the resistance." This last part however wasn't fully true. She had no real intention for joining the resistance. In fact she wasn't fully sure of the total dynamic of who all was involved at the exact goals. But she wanted to try to get on his good side.
The man hesitated. There was no answer verbally but suddenly she was being submerged with water prison. This was bad...this was very bad. She didn't know if he was going to kill her or abduct her. Either way its not how she wanted things to go. Without thinking she bit her lip and felt the warm rush of blood in her mouth. Just as her face was about to be submerged she spit the blood at the man but instead of just blood it took the shape of several senbon that hit the man square in the head. They passed through him as he shifted into water and suddenly the hold of the water prison was weakened. She manages to claw her way out for just a moment as he regains his composure. However it was too late. She had pulled more blood from her body and created a makeshift spear with it. She stabs the man in the chest and it goes through just like water. The man smiles but suddenly looks panicked. The blood begins to circulate within the water in the man's body. More and more blood fills him and he falls to the ground.
"I told you." She spat at him. "Blood is thicker than water. Its kind hard to move your water body around when so much of my blood is circulating with it isn't it? I've not come here to kill you. I really haven't. But I am not simply going to go with being taken captive." The man struggles but its really of no use. His body seems to be weakened by the infusion of blood. She jerks her head to the side when she hear's clapping behind her. Junshiro would have most likely sensed his presence just a few seconds before Yume.
It was an old man with long white hair and a slightly receding hairline. He had a long flowing white beard and striking blue eyes. A single scar starts at the tip of his right eyebrow and follows down the side of his face to his jaw. Many wrinkles line his face. The man is rather tall going to nearly 190 cm tall but other than that nothing seems ominous about him. He is wearing a normal opened button up shirt and shorts. His feet are bare and one might even mistake him for a homeless man simply sitting among the people of the broken down slum of a village here on the outskirts of kiri.
"Good to hear." The man says as he walks closer. He holds up both hands to show he means no harm. There are no weapons on him but yet a strange sense of danger seems to emanate from him. "If you had simply given up you wouldn't be worth the resistance. You gotta have guts and grit. But if you come out guns blazing you also don't have what it takes. I welcome the two of you to Chika Kasen. If you would let up my associate I think we might be able to get you to the person you seek." | ~The little voices inside Yoru's head~
“I would rather be sleeping.”
Height: 5'7
Weight: 125 lbs
Hair: Her hair is medium length and pale white.
Eyes: Her eyes are blood red with wide pupils.
Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Yume Tenchi
【Age】
18
【Sex】
Female
【Sexuality】
Bisexual
【Birthplace】
Kirigakure
【Bloodline】
Tenchi
【Rank】
Chūnin
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Yumeko was raised partly in the leaf and partly in the mist. She considers both to be her home and have met people from both places that are precious to her. She is usually very shy and reserved as she lacks self confidence in social matters. She would rather be on a mission than in a group of talkative people her age. It takes a special someone to break her out of her shell (yes this is a challenge :D ). She is often a bit ditzy though. She misses jokes that people tell her and often doesn't realize that people are actually talking to her. Her free time is mostly spent alone in her Konogakure apartment or out training. The number of people she is close to can be counted on one hand.
Despite all of her shyness and social awkwardness she isn't cold. She suffers from social anxiety and wants to be part of a group of friends but finds it painfully difficult to navigate the social structures of life. She is also incredibly lazy. She naps far too much and often has a hard time getting motivated to move around.
【History】
0-6
Her mother Akisora, was a prominent kirigakure ninja. She was wed to a cold and distant man known to most as the "Crimson Tempest" who held the title of Mizukage for a short seven years but dying before Yumeko's birth. Yumeko's mother, Akisora, also died when she was relatively young at only three years old. Her death was sudden and put under investigation. Little is known exactly what went down during the investigation but she was ruled to have died as "natural causes" and nothing else was ever brought up on the subject. She has just a few faint memories of her mother before her death. It seemed she had lived a good life for as much as she can recall. However after her mother's death all the way till she was six years old she was held in Konohagakure. A good friend of her mother's lived there and decided to help raise her.
6-12
During her early school days she was shipped back and forth between Konogakure and Kirigakure. This was in part to the fact that Kirigakure was still her official home and her "guardian" was in kirigakure. However her konohagakure guardian fought for custody of her as well. However in the end the custody was lost and she had to bid farewell to her Konohagakure family for a short while till she finished school.
She preffered Konohagakure to be honest but she knew that her home was originally Kirigakure. In Kiri she felt she was discriminated against since her father had not been a popular Mizukage and her white hair and red eyes were often the target for bullying. Back in Konoha she had to deal with a small amount of bullying because of her foreign status but it was almost playful. Nothing like the malicious intent behind those that were bullying her in Kiri. Though over time she was accepted. In fact as many began to hit puberty she became quite popular with many boys but only ever to turn them down.
12-16
During her high school years she graduated into a Genin and then quickly into Chunin at age 13. Her powerful chakra and quick reflexes made it easy for her to take up the next level. However at about 15 she seemed to hit some kind of block in her development. She hasn't gained much skill or power since that age. She still trains every day and she pushes herself as much as possible...yet something is missing. If anything she feels as if she is getting weaker. Many of the people she blew past in power have now caught up or even surpassed her. It was at this time that she decided that her multiple visits to Konoha would be permanent.
There was an option to become an ambassador for Kiri to Konoha. She would get to keep her connections to Kiri but get to live in the lush and beautiful Konoha. However her mission statuses were a bit low and so she had to kick her rear into gear and focus more on her own achievements in order to try and get the position. However the first attempt failed. Having now assumed a more prominent role in her ninja life she managed to pull out a decent record when another position opened up a few months later. This time she was narrowly able to obtain the position. Strangely enough two of the other applicants...didn't make it on time....*flash over to the entrance to see two ninja bound in threads made of blood**flashback to regular history* It seemed the perfect change of pace that could help her advance her ninjutsu to the next level. However the results were less than satisfying as she feels she gained some strength but nothing like she had hoped. She still stands in this stifling and terrible stall of her own skills.
16-present
You will notice that I have not mentioned many issues with friends or family except for the loose relationships she have with her mother's friend in Konoha. Her mother's friend was an ex-ninja turned bakery owner. She is a kind but strict woman who makes sure she goes to bed at a good time and forces her to do her laundry (without her she would let it pile up to the ceiling or worse wear it over again). Other than that she has actively avoided or failed to gain any meaningful relationships. She has professional relationships and even semi-friendly relationships. However she isn't part of any click and because of her constant movement she has never been a permanent member of any kind of squad or team. She longs for this and thus has been her secret goal this year to gain.
【Family ties】
Tenchi grew up mostly raised by her foster mother Nanao. She isn't a ninja but runs a bakery. She grew up helping her in the kitchen making bread. Nanao was strict but was always kind to her. She wouldn't talk to much about her parents and wouldn't talk much about her time as a ninja. It wasn't a secret it was just a conversation topic that Nanao avoided for personal reasons. She had chores and she often would train her ninja skills but much of childhood was spent alone in her room napping.
Yoru Tenchi | Father | Died at age 24, 18 years ago. Mizukage at death.
Akisora | Mother | Died at age 27, 15 years ago. Kirigakure Jounin.
Nanao Yamadora | Foster | Currently 43 and still single. She has been a strong independent woman who didn't need no man. However she would like to see if she can get a man before she gets too old. Or a women...I don't think she is picky. She was once a ninja but left that kind of life after her two teammates were killed in a tragic mission. She felt that there was more to life that simply being a ninja and left to make bread which was her father's past time.
【Dreams and fears】
Her dreams are simple ones. On the surface what she really really wants is to find some people she can call a family. Maybe she wants to meet someone who will be her one and only or maybe she just needs to have some close friends. Either way she wishes for a family badly. Though she has secret desires and that is to unlock her potential. She grew up learning that both her father and mother were incredible ninja capable of great things. However now she is 17 years old and only a basic Chunin with hardly any improvement in two years.
Her greatest fear is that she will never be able to get over her own awkwardness and anxieties. She fears she will live her life all alone and when Nanao dies she won't ever have any kind of family left. She also fears being weak for the rest of her life. She fears that she will be a disappointment. Often she falls into a deep depression and questions if she should even exist in this world at all if she is just meant to be a failure.
Someone looking into it would see her holding a knife to her throat and thinking about resons why she should or shouldn't. A tear falls down the side of her cheek. On the first image she cuts into her neck. The second image she stays that way forever frozen in time and unable to put the knife down. Both are equally terrifying to her.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
She fights with weapons or taijutsu enhanced by her own blood. Her focus is mostly on an aggressive close to mid range tactics based on her high speed regeneration and unexpectedly dexterous blood. She also has the ability to heal herself rapidly after taking damage to a non-vital part of her body. Often she will take an attack so she can get a better vantage point to counter attack.
【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】
Chiton
The Tenchi Kekkei Genkai is the ability for her to use her blood at her will. The basis of which is she can command it to replicate at lighting speeds to create as much blood as she can create with her chakra. Her body contains about 30 percent more blood than a normal person of the same size.
The advantage of using blood is the fact that it is in fact thicker than water. Any water jutsu faced off again blood will lose if it has the same power. It also has the advantage of not being weak to earth type chakra. However the weakness is that it is not extra effective against fire. It is neutral to all elements.
The next portion of her Kekkei Genkai is that she has incredibly fast regenerative abilities. She cannot regenerate her internal organs but her skin and blood vessels she can heal in seconds. An example is if she is cut in the arm and a huge gash is sliced in she can health that quickly. However if she is stabbed in the stomach she will go down from the same internal injury to her liver as anyone else.
The last portion of her Kekkei genkai that gives people the creeps. She can drink the blood of others to absorb the latent chakra within the blood. Its post powerful if drank directly from the blood vessels of a living person. Blood that has been sitting out or from a dead body will be devoid of chakra. She can only drink it fresh. There is also a limit to how much chakra she can absorb at one time from drinking blood.
Strengths:
At her current level she has mastered several blood based jutsu. At any point in time she is able to heal most of her surface injuries quickly in battle without having to expend much chakra for it. The most powerful jutsu she is able to do is the great blood dragon. Because of the fact she has to create the blood she expends extra energy for the amount of volume the weapon or jutsu will require. However once it is created it doesn't take that much to manipulate it so long as it doesn't stray to far from her original body.
The greatest advantage however isn't combat but rather the fact she can re-charge her chakra though drinking the blood of her enemies. Its not uncommon for her to be seen bent over the wounded and drink from their wounds in the midst of battle. Then she will stand up with red splashed across her alabaster face and ruby stains in her snow white hair.
Weaknesses:
Chiton or blood ninjutsu requires a lot of chakra. If not used correctly she can easily drain herself. Also if she uses to much of her own blood without considering the chakra that it takes to replenish her personal supply she may cause herself to black out from anemia. As stated before there is no element that takes an advantage over her blood jutsu but that also means there is no element that it is particularly useful against.
【Ninja techniques】
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:Chiton: Chi No Buki Jutsu: Shuriken (Blood weapon, blood shuriken)
Rank:D
Range:Mid to long range. Roughly 50% more than a regular shuriken range.
Description:Having exposed either her blood from the veins or from blood of hers already outside of her body she takes a bit into her hand and slings it at an opponent. The shape of the blood isn't necessarily set. She can make it shaped like a senbon needle or a spinning shuriken. It is possible to keep them as beads of blood to keep it from being non-lethal. The force the attack is greater than a regular shuriken of the same size and the range is slightly longer
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Jutsu name:Chiton: Chi no Buki Jutsu: Ken
Rank:C
Range:Close to Mid
Description:She uses her blood to create a bladed weapon she can wield. The weapon moves from solid to liquid at her will and allows her to change its shape and size to suit the needs of the combat. Common things she makes them into would be swords, scythe and spear. She can create more vague shapes such as floating blades that she can control independent to her body. At this stage the weapons are only as powerful as normal weapons. The only advantage she has is that she is able to move the weaposn both with her physical strength and with her control of the blood making them seem lighter. However the durability and edge of weapons are no better than your standard issue steel weapons. This is one of her major road blocks in development she is currently trying to get over.
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Jutsu name:Chiton: Blood regeneration Jutsu
Rank:B
Range:personal
Description:The jutsu allows her to regenerate soft tissue in her body. She can clot wounds almost immediately. She is able to repair her heart and other vital arteries as well as her veins. It enhances the time it takes to heal from broken bones but that is over time (such as weeks rather than months to heal from a broken bone). It does little to nothing to heal her other internal organs such as liver, lungs or eyes. She is unable to use this ability on anyone else so it doesn't qualify as a medical ninjutsu.
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Jutsu name:Chiton: Chi No Ryu Jutsu: Blood Dragon Jutsu
Rank:B
Range:Mid to Long
Description:The jutsu functions pretty much the same as any other elemental dragon technique. However its purely made of blood and requires a huge amount of chakra. However after the blood is created it is often able to be used again in new techniques afterwards.
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Jutsu name:Chiton: Chibushin no Jutsu: Blood clone
Rank:A
Range:50 Meters of the Users body
Description: It works as any other clone jutsu of an elemental type. When the clone is destroyed however the blood splatters around as the volume used to create the body will still exist. This is used often with other jutsu. An example of a combination is to use a clone to attack an opponent who strikes it down. however the blood from the clone is used to create a weapon to strike down the opponent.
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Jutsu name:Chiton: Chikiri no Jutsu: Bloody mist
Rank:B
Range:Up to a 50 meter radius.
Description: The Jutsu works by creating a red mist that obscures the vision of the opponent. It also creates an opportunity to create weapons out of the air. To a very vague extent the mist can be used as a sensory style technique and allow her to get a vague idea of where an opponent is as they make contact with the bloody mist. |
47,689 | 1,294 | 13 | 2,089 | 1,980 | N.C.4
Yume's first response didn't answer N.C.4's one and only question concerning the mission. Consequently, the young woman would be treated with no remarkable reaction from the robot, it didn't leap off its scouting position as it asserted that no major threats would appear in this part of town. If there were threats, they'd be Shinobi, and it wouldn't matter whether they were out in the open or not. The drone kept a valiant eye and estimated the possible obstacles they'd come across if they were to take certain routes. N.C.4 didn't have the desire to cross paths with anyone from either faction, and even less end up in the middle of a conflict. Being called a bitch didn't budge it from its adamant stature, it didn't receive it as an insult for it lacked any form of individuality. As such it never truly got offended.
She'd eventually confirm that they had to meet a contact here, something that sounded rather risky but traditional enough to prevent any paranoia. They'd eventually end their little trek within the blurry mist at an unfamiliar building the robot could only guess was the given spot for the meeting. It wasn't wrong as some shady individual emerged from the mass of water behind them, enveloping the white haired female in the process. The reflex response would be to have a simple strand of metal wire release from its major finger and whip it with a minuscule motion of the last finger joint. The wire was instantly stretched at a length that connected two opposing buildings while staying horizontal to the man's body. The speed at which the wire was hurled was akin to a Kunai's, but the enhancement is received made it bright blue and easily spotted by a trained shinobi.
It would only be Yume's call to stand down that the android would halt the progression of the wire and keep it at a constant distance of 10 cm from the individual. N.C.4 was to follow her orders after all while keeping her alive. She wasn't dying, yet, and the jutsu seemed to be very similar to the water prison. There was no reason to defy that order, especially when there was a high chance that the man would be the contact. The mission would have priority over the woman's life after all.
"As you command, Yume."
The machine's monotone voice was clear, it wasn't going to budge unless she'd be in critical condition. After she'd attempt to explain herself to the man, she'd end up swallowed by the mass of water, prompting the robot to keep tabs on her condition. Before to could assess anything else, it'd easily notice the water getting hotter, the heat coming directly from her body. It seemed to be her blood jutsu it had information on. She seemed to have everything under control, especially when she attacked the man directly. The fact that he was intangible confirmed that he was one of those rare Hozuki shinobi N.C.4 was fitted to exterminate in case of an attack.
The Hozuki lost a lot of relevance once another figure made his appearance. The older looking man would quickly seem himself confronted to a spiderweb of enhanced wires blocking his way. Junshiro wasn't going to let them take a stop closer, them dying would be less of a tragedy than failing this whole mission. Eyeing the older looking man with the scar (hi Barragan), the robot could tell by body language that he was the more dominating individual between the two.
"Identification, sir. The Hozuki will not be allowed to leave unharmed if we are not presented with what we've come here for. It is in our common interest to be quick and efficient in these times."
The robot was merciless in bargaining and wasn't going to let go of a hostage in such a hostile environment. The lighting enhanced wire it previously drew on the first man had reach the point where it brushed his liquefying neck as he remained under Yume's influence.
Aoi Don Maquia
Aoi beamed at the arriving Yamato with a reciprocated wave at his direction, happy to at least have someone around even if it was Konoha's grumpiest. By the time her entered the scene, Aoi had already nabbed a coin lying around and started to flip it over and over while trying to guess what side it fall on. Eventually she'd become quite skilled at guessing which it would be, so she added herself challenges over and over. It'd be when Yamato politely asked her how she was doing without a hint of bitterness or sarcasm that she'd glance at him with a whole lot of confusion being expressed. She wasn't worried, but more unnerved by how he behaved. By then she was expecting at least a complaint or him giving the clown the eye of the tiger. No, nothing, just a simple attempt at conversation. It'd be rewarded with an awkward silence that'd be broken by the new Jonin commander of Konoha.
Luckily Yamato would have somewhat of his attitude back with the sly remark he made on the leader of the team. But even that felt unnatural compared to how he was the last time they all had a mission together. Raising an eyebrow, she just let the conversation slide under they were both asked if they were followed. Aoi would be the last to answer given she actually paused to think back on the excursion she had with that old lady a few minutes ago. She couldn't recall anything suspicious so she shrugged it off and answered honestly.
"Nope, nuh-huh. I ain't no amateur like Yamato~ Shame on your for attracting all these Kiri weirdos!"
She wasn't stupid enough to not get that he was joking, but even with Yamato's bizarre way of behaving (to her) she just had to poke him at her own risk. Then the question of what they would actually do came up and that got her imagination working. Were they going to be super secret agents infiltrating the Mizukage's office and steal documents that revealed the existence of Crab People? Or would they be sent to assassinate a diplomatic figure from another country to make things even more unstable? One thing was for certain, she was watching too many movies.
"Oh oh! I hope we get to be sneaky this time! Each time I'm with you guys we're just charging in! Blaaaah~"
With that said, a short but large man entered the makeshift living room from what seemed to be the restroom. He was dressed with a Hawaiian shirt and beige shorts, the epitome of professionalism. He did seem in a hurry however and quite on edge as he was on his cell phone when he emerged from the shadows. He was blathering various information concerning what seemed to be medication with all the random terms he was using. When he'd finally hang up, he'd flip a switch on the wall. A hologram of a large warehouse formed in the center of the room. Needless to say, Aoi was fascinated by it.
"Hello everyone. I'm Kirio and blah blah blah. You know why you're here, ladies and gentlemen. We're on a tight schedule as the fleet is about to migrate in a few minutes. I'll be swift. This is a Chideta Enterprise factory that currently serves as the main source of weapons for the Loyalists. The objective is simple, erase all traces of that factory and make sure no one gets in or out during the process. There are heavy defenses of course, too many for a typical shinobi team, and as such I'm sending you lot. My boy will be joining you shortly and get you through most of Kiri. Good luck and... Take this."
The man tossed a scroll toward the elder of the team, Tsukiko. She would later discover that it'd contain various details on the factory such as its architecture and various observations on how sentries are placed there. If she were to activate the seal at the end of it, she'd summon the multiple high-explosives necessary to execute the mission. As for the clown, she followed most of it but was satisfied with knowing what they'd do. Not the most exciting of jobs, but a job of her level nonetheless.
The large man made it clear that they had to leave when he himself would simply walk away to another room without even asking if they had questions. They had to follow orders and that was it. How they'd do it was up to them.
"Hey, let's go~ I don't want them loyalist doods to have more weapons!"
An excited Aoi pushed her team to pick up the pace as well. Quickly she climbed back up to the ship's deck and didn't hesitate one second to use her ninja skills to hop on the water and walk on it. It'd be faster than any boat anyway ... As long as one of her teammates would show her the right way. She was also pumped to meet that now teammate of theirs, at least there'd be a new face this time around and not the same old. | Spode's Character Emporium of Wonders!
“You better Party Hardy!”
Aoi is often seen wearing clown-like attires on the streets and during missions, however her 'casual' apparel revolves around a basic T-shirt with a basic skirt with basic leggings, sometimes stockings. The color she enjoys associating with herself the most would be blue and yellow, for some odd reason. She also dislikes sandals and sticks to civilian shoes, or during mission, her circus footwear. She's also fond of little bells hanging off her clothing and the peak of her shoes.
Her body is exceptionally flexible, enough to be considered a contortionist, however her muscle mass is relatively low, making her weak on the strength side. Thin and small at 5'1", it enables her to be extremely agile and quick on her feet and movements. Coupled with her greatest asset: near perfect dexterity, she is a force to be reckoned with in a physical level too.
Although many boys consider her pretty, her main asset in social interactions lies in her ability to illuminate rooms with her radiant optimism. She essentially makes herself much prettier to the opposite sex through her mannerisms and tendencies to seek their attention.
Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Aoi Don Maquia
【Alias】
Gooey
【Age】
17
【Sex】
Female
【Sexuality】
Secret
【Birthplace】
Amegakure
【Bloodline】
The Don Maquia troupe: Although not officially bloodline, the circus troupe prepares their young to perform certain arts and master certain abilities generally unknown to the world.
【Rank】
Jonin
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Visually an air headed, bubbly teenage girl with a need to enjoy life to the fullest. Her behavior is coupled with a need to be the center of attention, to be recognized as an existing being with a significance to this world, hence her goofy attitude and desire to please her crowd. This however is questionable when one realizes the themes she selects when verbally expressing her humor, dark themed jokes are fine but when applied to targets she is under the obligation to kill, her motives and psyche become questionable. Nonetheless, no signs of psychopathy or any social disorder are to be determined. She's actually quite altruistic and friendly toward those she recognizes as either family or friends, but it is evident that she holds a strong level of egocentric behavior.
She is however one to play with her food and make a spectacle out of it. In fights she'll often stage something irrelevant in order to reach her goals while pleasing her audience. She never hesitates, whether it is to be silly or to seize an opportunity. Some might say she's fearless, others believe she is stupid or insane, but the truth of the matter is she has a large amount of experience in presentation and executing nearly flawless moves, making this relatively easy for her. Her lack of education before entering the ninja program and difficulties in reading and writing barely hinder her performance.
She appears to be a rather sensitive person, however, taking rejection exceptionally badly, to the point of being depressed. Her outgoing character can easily be vanquished by a simple critique. She is capable of killing someone over such a critique, but most of the time she'd sulk for a week or two.
【History】
Like many children living in an era of poverty in smaller countries, Aoi was abandoned by her parents a few hours after her birth. Fortunately the parents didn't randomly leave her at a home but instead confided her to the renown Don Maquia troupe as they passed the country. They knew leaving an abandoned child there would motivate them to keep it, as it was how they usually made staff.
And so, she was raised in a gypsy-esque environment where travelling was frequent and work was every day, no real weekend. As she grew up, Jouro Don Maquia would not cut her some slack and initiated her to the realities of labor and hardships, but she never really complained as it felt normal to her. It didn't mean she was devoid of any fun, if anything fun was something they managed to develop during work and practice for performances. Usually by mixing the two, Aoi and her closest friend Mia had fun doing their chores while doing various acrobatic acts. She was happy with what she had, and couldn't care less about her biological parents.
At one point, she'd be initiated to one of the troupe's secrets, a special way to manipulate chakra without being unique. She had a strong affinity for water, being from the Rain village, and naturally developed the abilities to hide in water and rain, but she had no knowledge of chakra otherwise. The basics were learned through usual practice, walking on water impressed many civilians, so it was general practice, substitution made great magic effects, fake clones too and so on. Chakra was something that enabled great success for the troupe, however the true secret revealed to Aoi's specific affinity would be her mucus ability. With it, she'd easily impress her audience while being exceptionally flexible in most domains. Initially, it wasn't meant to be a weapon, but through creativity, she managed to defend herself from low bandits trying to rob the troupe.
Eventually reaching Konoha, multiple Jounin took notice of her unique capabilities that they had never seen before and offered her the chance to become a ninja. Realizing how it would approach her to her goal, she righteously accepted and moved on as a Genin without any Academy training (she was more than capable in entry levels). The only problem would be that she'd be unable to read and write, causing problems to her superiors. Sure she managed to learn most of it, but she isn't quite efficient at it, being a slow reader and writing so poorly it's barely comprehensible. She easily learns new lingo, however.
Upon reaching the ranking of Chuunin, she realizes how close she is getting to becoming a world renown figure that left her mark.
【Family ties】
Aoi's ties are rather strange to say the least. She wasn't raised by ordinary parents, but rather grew up as a carny along with the entire Don Maquia troupe. Her relationship with them is worthy of a sibling-type relation, as they grew up with her since she was in diapers. They did not object to her ambition of becoming a famous ninja, having formed her for such usage in any case. They continue to support her through letters and regular visits at Konoha.
Jouro Don Maquia | Adoptive Father | 56, Don Maquia Troupe, The leader of the Don Maquia Troupe, regarded as the father of every member, he is highly respected and no one dares to question his authority.
Mia Don Maquia | Spiritual Sister | 15, Don Maquia Troupe, A professional acrobat in the troupe, she was Aoi's best friend and closest 'sister'.
Bo Don Maquia | Spiritual Uncle | 44, Don Maquia Troupe, The lion tamer of the troupe, he often took care of Aoi when she had fallen ill or when Jouro wasn't around.
Guru | Pet | 8, Don Maquia Troupe, Aoi's attributed animal she had to raise. It is an elephant she often uses in her performances in the troupe.
Akio Tendou | Lover | 18, Aoi's home, Aoi's first girlfriend after changing her love interest paradigm. The relationship has been going on for about two years now and no signs of tensions as of yet. Akio is the more 'dominant' one of the relationship, but is easily intimidated by Aoi's social skills.
【Dreams and fears】
Aoi dreams of great fame and crowds, reaching the pinnacle of bliss and recognition. By becoming a high level ninja, she hopes to attain the ranks of the heroes of this world and have her face carved in some stone somewhere, never to be forgotten. Along with that, she dreams of performing in front of all five Kages and Daimiyos, only to have them all cheer for her success, accompanied by fireworks and the likes.
As for fears, she's terrified of failing, to the point of of breaking down in depression if she feels as though things have not gone her way during a performance. She is scared of never being remembered positively, or even worse, at all.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Sporadic and deceiving are what define her capabilities in the field or even in sparring in general. Aoi does not use brutal force nor does she cautiously wait for her prey, she seizes any initiative to pull off a very specific stunt. She considers her battles a performance, and it must be perfect, meaning every move must be executed correctly. She tends to stage her moves and perform multiple magic tricks to deceiver her opponents as she lays her trap. She combines speed, agility and craftiness to kill her prey before it can even show its trump card.
【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】
Bloodline limit name:
Mucus Surprise
Description:
Although not a true bloodline limit, very few in the world are able to master this ability. Essentially it requires initiation from birth and at least an affinity to water, thus it can be classed as a form of Hiden. Rare societies such as the Don Maquia troupe have maintained its secrets. Basically, it enables the wielder to turn their chakra into different form of oozing mucus that can take the form of different imagined objects and have the properties of things such as rubber or gum. The possibilities are quite huge but the product coming from it is thick liquid-like substance that almost always sticks.
Strengths:
Generally it keeps the properties of rubber and gum, making it not only dangerously adhesive but strongly resistant to kinetic force coming from blunt strikes. When used as a medium to trap others, it is surprisingly lethal and effective. Strongly resistant to burns.
Weaknesses:
Generally easy to cut through depending on the mass and density, which only require extra strength put into cuts. Those with superior physical strength can resist the stickiness to a great extent, even break it under conditions.
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
B rank techniques:
C rank techniques:
Water Release: Starch Syrup Capturing Field
D-E rank techniques:
Water Release: Hiding in Water Technique
Water Release: Hiding in Rain Technique
*Basic Jutsu
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Gooey Bungee
Rank:
A
Range:
From 0 to 80 meters to apply it, maintained in over 200 meters
Description:
A transparent strand of mucus is created from her body and can be released from any point she desires. The strand itself can have one end stuck against a target she had contact with as much as she can have it latch onto something from a distance (by pointing at it or something similar). While being transparent, it has little to no texture and can barely be felt if touching the skin due to its lack of smell, taste or consistency. This mucus, however, is dangerous for many reasons. It can contract and release whenever Aoi desires (its her chakra after all), the contraction being exceptionally powerful like a form of 'super-rubber', allowing her to pull our push relatively heavy thing by simply connecting the strand to her index finger. The strength and weight of the target will determine the amount of chakra is demands for the contraction strength. She can also transfer it from her finger to say another target and have it contact, causing one or both the targets to be pulled and hit each other. She can use up to fifteen at once. They can be easily cut, however they do not vanish, making them susceptible to being reattached at any moment. Ripping it off would be logical, however if it was to contract, it would be relatively futile.
On lighter objects, it can tighten itself to a point where it can act like a chakra thread, manipulating said smaller objects at will, though that doesn't mean she can be as precise as a puppet master.
Jutsu name:
Unexpected Reveal: Jellyfish Sting!
Rank:
A
Range:
Contact
Description:
A technique developed during the time when Aoi was under evaluation for "Jonin confirmation". Given the lack of examination, she was put under Katsu Hyuuga's care for testing. Forming a type of student - teacher bond, they grew accustomed to each other's abilities and were able to create this technique. Utilizing the same principles as the soft fist fighting style, Aoi either uses the tip of her fingers or the pointed knuckles of her major fingers to "spray" raw mucus chakra. Unlike Hyuuga, she cannot pinpoint it on either tenketsu or on organs to have a result, but she can have the raw chakra pierce through armor (still requires contact) and flesh and have it take solid form a second later. The result is mucus chakra clogging primarily the nervous system and somewhat of the chakra system (mostly efficient on members).
If hitting an arm for instance, the nervous messages from let's say the elbow if hit there down to the hands will be blocked, essentially paralyzing the forearm. With the body, hitting the abdomen or the chest strongly reduces mobility to the point where coordination is difficult (members remain normal), the more it is hit the more one will feel exhausted. If the spine, neck or head are hit, they are instantly paralyzed. No matter where, the effects of each hit lasts for two posts. They are also very easy to counter with a strong punch considering Aoi's poor strength, making it an ability extremely efficient but ridiculously risky.
Jutsu name:
Mister Spodes!
Rank:
B
Range:
Can reach up to 20 meters (tentacles)
Description:
Using the same cloth as Abra Kadabra, Aoi twists and turns the handkerchief with blinding speed (such as a clown making a balloon animal) until it forms a hollow Octopus with a ^0^ face. It would only be when she tosses it while doing the Ram seal that it suddenly gets filled with a mass of mucus in it. It becomes about 2 feet in height and holds eight tentacles likes a regular octopus. They aren't very mobile and are generally very slow, however their tentacles extend rather quickly and can catch someone off guard. The mucus in the tentacles serves as a form of suction cup that keeps what it captures stuck in a tight bind similar to Gooey Surprise (with same limits). The Mister Spodes can easily glues themselves to the ground to prevent enemies from dragging them, essentially making them very useful seals to non-superhuman fighters. They die when their head it damaged (to the point where it leaks). Aoi can make up to four of them per fight and they can also be used as body replacement dummies. They also have a very eerie tendency to wail 'Boyoyoyoyo' quite often, no one knows how this is possible.
Jutsu name:
Gooey Replica!
Rank:
B
Range:
Self, Clone technique
Description:
Essentially shadow clone technique applied on mucus. The clones are composed of strange, green mucus and are able to move like regular people. They can also use mucus abilities with half the power of the original (in exception to techniques higher in rank than this one). When they die, they explode into a heavy mass of mucus that sticks onto anything around them, hence their use as suicide bombers to hinder the movements of an opponent. Up to four can be made per fight
Jutsu name:
Abra Kadabra!
Rank:
B
Range:
Contact
Description:
By wielding a cloth the size of her forearm, she can apply a slight variation of the Generic Sealing Technique an have it work as a magician's cloth. The cloth itself is used to make objects warp to a storage where they can be solicited at will. The goal of this cloth is to wrap around objects (completely or partially depending on the size), whether they are the opponent's or her own and apply to generic sealing to have them stored elsewhere. This makes it appear as though she made the object vanish. Subsequently, the object is unavailable until the cloth is taken from her (as it gains priority over other summonings). If the cloth is stolen, and touched by anyone else, anything it recently contained is released in one go.
Jutsu name:
Gooey Surprise!
Rank:
C
Range:
Close, in person.
Description:
A much more developed variation of the transformation technique. Indeed, the user covers themselves with a gooey layer of mucus capable of taking different shapes and sizes, colors and textures. The mucus is highly adhesive though, enough to make it act like quicksand: The more there's resistance, the deeper it gets, though it cannot be that deep because of Aoi's thin figure. It is very useful for trapping though not too specialized in hand to hand combat. Those specialized can use their techniques to break free with relative ease, though it doesn't mean that they're immune to the immediate effects. It doesn't give immunity to heat either, though it does slightly reduce overall damage, along with any other type of damage really.
Jutsu name:
Snot danger parade!
Rank:
C
Range:
Varies, close to medium usually.
Description:
By either using a specific hand sign or inhaling things like pepper, Aoi sneezes large mucus bubbles capable of swallowing more than one individual. The larger that it can get would be as large as a horse. Those trapped inside can easily pop it, however it would result in the bubble imploding, not only causing strong pressure to hit their bodies, rendering most to a rather confused and head aching state, while being covering in dense mucus stuck on the ground. This also causes smaller, human size bubbles to take shape. If the popping is made from outside, the explosion is general and hits everyone except those inside.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
White Cloth
Weapon, tool or object type:
Jutsu related item
Description:
The Cloth used of Abra Kadabra! It is entirely white but holds an invisible seal serving as a generic sealing. Aoi can make random objects (weapons, smoke bombs, all that stuff, even doves) appear out of her sleeve using that same seal, making it appear like a magic trick.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Magic Cards
Weapon, tool or object type:
Cutting weapon
Description:
A set of playing cards forged to be as sharp as a kunai, however lighter and more malleable. They are easier to use but weak in one on one blade fights as their small weight makes them easy to break through. They are perfect for assassination and tactically placed hits, however.
“Deleting.”
Junshiro's appearance is easily misleading as it always leaves individuals wondering if its designed to be female or male, let alone if they're even aware if its a robot or not. Its face is more or less flawless and gives off more feminine features than masculine, his is enhanced with its 'middle ground' voice, sound like a female with a low voice but a male with a not-so low voice. It keeps its hair short to maintain that illusion of sex ambiguity.
It ever shows what's behind its clothes, and often refers to tight, black clothing with a turtle neck alone with black jeans. They're said to be its' favorite type of clothing for operations as they blend well in the night with its dark black hair. It keeps it simple and doesn't have a huge thing for fashion. Behind the clothes, well, its body is not like the norm. It has two metal plating on the chest as shield to defend the most vital of organs, which its body structure resembles that of a female more than a male: Larger hips, smaller shoulder width and so on.
Measuring 5'9" and being rather thin as an individual, it doesn't have a hard time blending in as the average Joe, staying extremely inconspicuous in large populations. It does however have one fault, and its the perpetual bags under its eyes, now not a flaw, but a trait that can possibly distinguish it from the rest.
Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
National Caretaker 4 (N.C.4)
【Alias】
Junshiro
【Age】
16
【Sex】
Androgynous
【Birthplace】
11th Corp - Konoha
【Bloodline】
N/A
【Rank】
Chūnin - Prodigy
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
One could easily compare N.C.4 to the Terminator with its completely emotionless expression and monotone voice. Indeed, it appears to be entirely aloof to almost any situation at hand, no matter how exciting or terrifying it might be. It is devoid of emotions, or at least its been born with strong cerebral damage to the area that processes emotions, making it very difficult for it to understand them, let alone feel them. But it isn't impossible.
An example of it actually behaving like a human is its unquenchable curiosity, often pushing it to obsession when it is fixated on something. And this can go in any way possible: As far as uncovering the inner workings of an underground organization or simply want color socks its client would be wearing that day. It can also have a random burst of emotion, often when confronted to something that fascinates it. She expresses that by a random and extremely unnerving giggle before licking its lips.
However when someone is going to interact with it, chances are its going to disregard any form of social norm and expose various known and observable facts about its interlocutor and make conclusions off them, often being negative ones. It seems to have a desire to debunk the most confident of individuals with that type of react, exposing all their flaws so they would have their bubble burst. It won't hesitate to offer a demonstrative spar to expose these flaws. That said, it some how manages to get cocky itself in these scenarios, often performing unnecessary actions for reasons only known to it. This has caused it to lose fights before.
【History】
N.C.4's story begins after the end of Pain's invasion. Konoha is in ruins and its lack of military power has gotten quite obvious to multiple individuals relying on the Root organization to keep their investments safe. With the death of Danzo Shomura, renovation was needed and new plans were made to have an adequate defense against future attacks from sure intimidating foes. Plus, the dehumanizing process of Root was nearing the scandal it was inevitably heading for, prompting even more the demand for such an efficient and cost effective substitute.
The aftermath of the Pain invasion left few to analyze, but one Pain body remained that was much different from the others: The Asura Path. It has a very specific structure that allowed it to fuse machine and organs in perfect harmony via the power of the Rinnegan. Multiple theories from great minds emerged and this endeavor to reach the perfect shinobi became a possibility. However Root would quickly meet its downfall and the project would be under suspension until further notice.
Then came the 11th Squad. Various details about the project remain hidden, even to the Hokage, but what must be known is that at least 7 prototypes exist, and N.C.4 (the fourth prototype) is the only final product capable of efficient field work as of yet. It is said that its success rate is 100%, as it holds no true pride nor empathy for others and focuses entirely on the mission. Scum for nowadays shinobi, but the perfect operative for the type of work given by the very ambiguous 11th Corp. The existence of such a being raises doubts on the supposedly much enhanced ethics of the Corp compared to Root. But the political lobby behind it is currently too big to bring about a thorough investigation.
【Family ties】
Being a being like no other and having lived in the 11th Corp its entire existence, it doesn't have a true "family".
Saburo Uchiha | Colleague | 18, Irrelevant location, Ridiculous partner in the 11th Corp and a frequent sparring dummy. His Sharingan is one of the reasons why N.C.4 is so adaptable to other opponents.
【Dreams and fears】
It must first understand these two concepts for itself before developing an identity toward these.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
As one would expect, N.C.4 behaves by using complete rationality and will not execute a plan without being in agreement with the probabilities it shows. It is however extremely relentless and has ever shown a hint of hesitation, exploiting any possible weakness it can find. Though in execution, it often relies on keeping almost the exact same distance between it and its foes, averaging from 20 to 30 meters.
Because of its strong ability to learn and its upbringing in the 11th corp, it seems capable of adapting to any other fighting style with ease, going as far as to copy various position to destabilize the foes. It will also often use speech to attempt and affect the psyche of its opponent, acting on what it can observe to make effective deductions on their composure and motives. To pinpoint exactly what this being will do in every fight before it happens is a maddening job, however.
【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】
Bloodline limit name:
Asura Project
Description:
A project first conceived at the ends of the ROOT organization and now finished under the 11th Corp. The idea of creating the perfect shinobi by basing it off the remains of the Asura path left during Pain's invasion was finally a success. The concept of such a creation relies on fusing machine with human, however the program is far from being perfect, it ha created multiple prototypes, notably N.C.4, the only one adequate for field work.
These beings are mostly organic, however multiple organs, including the brain, have been either replaced or enhanced by a mechanical upgrade. They naturally have a large weight than the average, and it entails superior strength than the normal. They forearms and forelegs are both enhanced by metal muscles to protect these members. They have a ridiculously high tolerance to pain and know full well how to react when damaged to specific spots.
They ability to analyze is possibly the best attribute they wield, having the power to take on a large amount of information, they are greatly reliable when it comes to treating information. It doesn't mean they can analyze anything at super speeds and copy the sharingan, but they can easily assess the situation. Added to that is they ability to simulate thermal and X-ray vision, chakra vision being too complex for this version of the Project. And yes their bodies have the same weakness as humans otherwise.
Strengths:
Generally superior boost, powerful learning capabilities and extremely high endurance in battle.
Weaknesses:
Inability to learn beyond their two elements. Damage from Lightning attacks to the main body will disable them for a certain period of time depending on the damage.
【Ninja techniques】
B rank techniques:
iBomb
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Cleansing Protocol
Rank:
A
Range:
Varies upon usage
Description:
Akin to the Murderous Grasp, the user of Cleansing Protocol is capable of releasing metal wires from both their fingers and the tip of their feet/shoes and manipulate them into various forms. Here the chakra applied is Lightning, which functions like chakra flow on a blade, enhancing the wire's cutting ability while stiffening the construct when manipulated into a specific way. The cutting power can go up to cutting steel, though it can easily be fought back by using a blade (with enough skill, otherwise it breaks quickly) or an enhanced cutting weapons or defensive object.
Although they have a long reach, the longer the enhanced wire, the easier it is to halt the progression of the wire by just blocking a specific spot, like blocking a blade. However the smaller it is, the stronger the force applied will be. When enhanced, the wires are quite easy to see being a bright blue color and easy to predict from long range. Oppositely, the closer one is, the harder they are to predict, but in exchange the amount of moves the user can make is limited due to small manipulation space.
Jutsu name:
Trojan Horse
Rank:
A
Range:
N/A
Description:
Essentially a clone made of metal wires, knitted in blinding speeds, almost as fast as the normal formation of a shadow clone. This clone has the particularity of only being able to be formed once every 24h, but in exchange it gives a large amount of benefits. To start off, it's made of metal and is much heavier than its robotic user, making it unable to jump (it can however run in normal speeds) and its large movements are slower. However they look and have exactly the same traits as N.C.4, to the point where no dojutsu can distinguish it from the original.
It is able to use to a slower and weaker extent the Cleansing Protocol, but it remains much more predictable and easily blocked. However it has the capability of using itself or the original as a form of puppet, though it is mostly used as the puppet (it still acts like a clone but has the ability to react to things it can't see thanks to its manipulator).
It's biggest advantage is the fact that, despite it being unable to user any other type of jutsu, it doesn't dissipate from simple damage: Decapitation, strong blunt hits, dismemberment barely work and it can act without its head (though it will be slowed down). It can only be destroyed by completely destroying its structure (ie, fitting a strong bomb inside of it or a large fire attack, possibilities are endless).
Jutsu name:
Compatibility Check
Rank:
B
Range:
Personal
Description:
A strong Genjutsu countermeasure, applied when Fujitora was integrated in the Konoha's ranks. The ability is simple and doesn't make one immune to anything. However, it does work in a way that N.C.4's brain is almost divided into "two different organs". More precisely, the receptors of sound connected to the ear are not connected to the same "brain" as sight, meaning that sound based genjutsu will not affect the robot's vision, and visual based will not affect its hearing. As such, it is a lot easier for it to recognize genjutsu and pinpoint itself using this feature. It doesn't work with other senses as of now.
Jutsu name:
Reassembly
Rank:
B
Range:
Personal, contact
Description:
The best way to describe its process would be this. The process is very simple, N.C.4 focuses strongly on a wound, often a stump or a large one and manipulates its chakra to have a specific, thin stitch wire pierce the target's flesh. Then commences the magic, all muscles, nerves, and skin are reattached to nearly 100%. This healing ability is extremely impractical in the heat of battle as it requires the bot's entire focus, but it also consumes a large amount of its chakra, making it not only nearly incompatible in fights but also too taxing. The average time it takes to restore a severed limb would be about 2 minutes.
Jutsu name:
Cookies
Rank:
B
Range:
200m
Description:
N.C.4 releases from its shoulders four small drones, the size of a chick, the shape of fireflies. They scatter under the hivemind of the robot and act as trackers to the nearby area. They are capable of using thermal vision. They essentially relay information the same way the Pain bodies had shared vision. They are easily destroyed and make a strong buzzing sound. Beyond 200m they can't relay information.
Jutsu name:
Wireless Connection
Rank:
C
Range:
Close - Mid range
Description:
Another name for this ability can be "Wire bullets". Simply put, it's a wire balled up into a ball and shot through N.C.4's fingers like a bullet, going as fast as one too (ninja reflexes yo). They have no piercing power and are purely blunt, though they give nasty bruises. They quite useful when shot at the legs of people running around as the knockback is quite fierce. Three hand seals are needed for a volley of ten shots. They can easily be cut or destroyed with a counter.
Jutsu name:
Path Finding
Rank:
C
Range:
Personal
Description:
This technique can only be used two meters from the ground. It essentially uses wind chakra to create a small platform so the user can maneuver around. It is produced by small propellers at N.C.4's feet that release streams of air filled with wind chakra.
Jutsu name:
Extension Cords
Rank:
C
Range:
5m - 50m
Description:
There are two version to this ability, the first being five thick, steel cords coming out of the user's forearm to bind a victim in a strong bind. The strength is akin to a small boa constricting them. The second version is the user's hand being shot like a grapple onto something and either pulling that thing or itself.
Jutsu name:
Power Battery
Rank:
C
Range:
Contact
Description:
A wave of lighting chakra released when in contact with either the cords or N.C.4's grip. The shock is strong enough to paralyze an elephant, but it is non-lethal. It can only maintain paralyzed if contact is maintained.
“Family is the only true refuge we have in this world, Aya.”
Standing at an impressive 6'3", Fujitora can be simply intimidating by his physical composure. Built perfectly for his aggressive fighting style, his muscles are clearly at peak condition. He shares the same type of blonde hair as his sister with bright green eyes. Another similarity is his pale white skin, a typical trait for those from Ame due to the weather conditions there. In general, his body reflects the image of a perfectly healthy adult male despite his horrible smoking habits.
Speaking of smoking, his chain smoking makes cigarettes practically a staple to his every day appearance, changing only for the sake of completing a certain mission. His expression goes well with it, he's often seen pretty bored or tired when he's outside heading for work, but he does hold one of the most illuminating smiles one could see in their lives. It would be no surprise that he's a womanizer with his facial attributes, as they translate just enough about his intentions to get the attention of women.
As for clothes, he's often seen wearing a brown coat with blue or black jeans depending on his morning mood. He's also used to dressing classy but as a Jonin commander that doesn't go well too often. At work or during a mission he's not wearing the typical flack jacket but rather a completely white trench coat coupled with white, baggy pants. They are optimal for hiding weapons and concealing certain aspects about his body. He also wears gloves quite frequently, at work or not.
Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Fujitora Choko
【Alias】
The Overseer
【Age】
37
【Sex】
Male
【Sexuality】
Heterosexual
【Birthplace】
Amegakure
【Bloodline】
Choko, a name now redeemed
【Rank】
Jonin Commander (former)
Head Master of the 11th Corp
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Fujitora is a man who completely comprehends and applies the concept of separating work life and personal life, to the point of being nearly two entirely different people in both instances. On the one hand, he's a jolly blonde guy always making really BAD jokes with his colleagues and friends and making a fool out of himself with his lack of charisma. Though he lacks personal charisma, he still keeps a friendly and appeasing aura that encourages others to follow what he says and never cast him aside, something many leaders lack these days. He's however prone to a lot of jokes and free mockery, but he's always a sport regarding those and rarely says anything offending.
On the other hand, when it comes to work, he's a firm believer of discipline and has zero tolerance of defiance and selfishness from his underlings. He holds titles at heart, whether it is mister or san, as long as positions of power and respect are understood, he will respect the others equally. He would not blink an eye if he were to ruin someone's career if they were to disobey his rules, a merciless trait one could see in him when he's interrogating a suspect. He shows no pity, and goes by the rules. This kind of behavior is more or less translated in fights. He doesn't hesitate, ever, when fighting a target, but will purposely do things out of character in order to achieve his goals. Being a firm believer in prepared strikes and gaining as much intelligence as possible before a fight, his Fission ability corresponds perfectly to the type of man he is on duty.
Deep down, however, he is a very sensitive man prone to emotion. His pride and professionalism usually hides this, save for anger that he controls at this moment to increase his efficiency. He holds grudges quite easily and can break down in situations that could be crucial if he were to learn of something disconcerting enough. His family is particularly important to him, especially after the recent hardships that had happened, he's often stressed to know his sister is still exposed to fights and such.
【History】
Born in the warming Choko household, Fujitora was destined to be the successor of Choko & Fu Inc., having been looked up to by his father ever since he could talk. His father was convinced that he'd be the genius to revolutionize the industry and affirm the Choko name as one of the most influential in the world. He attended specialized private schools as he was 6, being in one of those fancy, elitist schools that cost a fortune and only a handful could afford. It would be at the age of 9, nearing his 10 years old, that his sister would come to this earth. This kind of pregnancy wasn't new to him, however, for at the age of 7 his parents had attempted to conceive another child, but it came out stillborn, discouraging them for at least a year. But finally, Ayame came to this world.
While his sister was enjoying diapers and eating off a little spoon, he enrolled in the general shinobi academy. One would think he'd immediately hit a specialized school for business and administration, but a his father and grandfather did, being part of the shinobi, a military organization, leads to being disciplined and acquiring coordination know hows the majority lack in the business world. As so, Fujitora oriented his efforts into becoming a proud shinobi to please his father. Sure he wasn't the best, but he managed to get through it without any real struggles, unlike his sister. Graduating proved an extent of his capabilities, but he'd be then tasked to handle workload in tandem with Genin missions. It proved hard and unnecessary the first year but he grew accustomed to the huge amount of efforts he had to invest. Plus as the years went on, Ame became less and less active in a military perspective, effectively making the shinobi job much less painful. It'd be at the rank of Chuunin, age 16, that he'd put aside most of his Shinobi life to dedicate himself to his work. At that time, his sister hit the same kind of school as he did. Despite his work load, he developed an amusing need in taking care of her while his parents were often away to handle external affairs of the company.
In his twenties he'd get the real dose of the world of business. Frauds, treason, greed, killings, etc. He began to become misanthropist, looking at the world as garbage that simply doesn't deserve his pity or effort to make it better. But he did consider one thing to be absolutely pure: His family. The only people he wouldn't owe anything to, unlike the banks, those who would never kill you in your sleep, unlike his associates, those who would display indiscriminate love and gratitude, unlike the rest of the world. It essentially saved him from hating pretty much anything. Aged 24 he got married fairly early to a fellow student he knew back before the chuunin exams. It only lasted two years though as his mother passed away, affecting him greatly to the point of falling in a circle of self pity and anger. It drove his wife away and brought in divorce. He didn't care as much, however, as he had his family. The company fell quickly after after a gargantuan rise in prices and technology advancing too quickly. Amegakure was no longer potable, and so they'd have to migrate their remaining skills where it was needed: Konoha.
With his experience Fujitora was easily Jonin. Konoha recognized as much from a foreigner anyway. The positive thing was that they had a home, rankings mattered little to him at this point. But it became obvious that living off simple Jonin salary wouldn't be enough to restore their former glory. He needed to be stronger, better, despite having very little advantage in chakra affinity. For three years, he trained five hours a day, six days a week, on a nearby mountain, pushing himself into near insane limits. He had time to do so with his job that required a lot less work than the lower ranks. After extensive and insane endeavors to reach an unsure goal, he hit the point of the "Divine Blood", a power so dangerous in tandem with everything he had developed that the Hokage recognized it.
His current position is due to many factors: His current power, his experience at the head of a company and his overall ability to discipline himself and those around him.
【Family ties】
Family holds a very big importance in Fujitora's person. Having lived in a world of business and the ambition of taking over the family business, he came the realize the true darkness this world holds. As such it is considered a rare and singular jewel that he values more than human life itself.
Akinero Choko | Father | 61, Konohagakure, retired. Lives in an apartment of his own where he plays a lot of chess with neighbors.
Mori Choko | Mother | 53, Amegakure, deceased. Rests in a tomb on the Amegakure graveyard, which is adorned with a large tombstone.
Ayame Choko | Sister | 26, Konohagakure, Hokage Assistant, Fujitora's best friend and refuge from this cruel world.
【Dreams and fears】
Fujitora's goals are unclear, having lost his family's business, he oriented himself toward becoming a high level shinobi, which he achieved. He claims to want to bring back a similar company and redeem the family name as a wealthy, highly influential one. He mainly goes with the flow, usually following what his younger sister follows, this being world peace. A common endeavor, sure, but with the position he holds he actually has a bit of weight in this perspective.
He fears losing someone as important as his mother. Just as he is afraid of death, his death. He is also scared of talking about his family's downfall in terms of success as it fills him with insecurities. He's also a bit of a control freak.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Fujitora uses a specific fighting style revolving around a 'controlled' brute force. Being prone to rage by having little patience, he uses it to his advantage by making himself more violent all the while following the tactics he had prepared. This is seen by the contrast in his arsenal between brute-like enhancement abilities and his hallucinogen-like genjutsu he applies. These abilities are simple but extremely difficult to follow because of his aggressive style to play. Nonetheless, despite all the intelligence related and hypnotic effects of his techniques, he's a close and personal brawler, making him the perfect candidate to tag team with his sister, Ayame. They are considered nearly unbeatable in a tag team.
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
B rank techniques:
C rank techniques:
Chakra enhanced Strength
D-E rank techniques:
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Heavenly Guide: Divine Blood
Rank:
S
Range:
Personal and contact
Description:
This technique is Fujitora's unique trump card and revolves around making him a merciless juggernaut in combat. It essentially functions as an armor similar to earth spear, turning the affected skin AND muscles of the user and turning them into a material stronger than steel. The big difference between it and similar elemental powers would be its complete elemental neutrality, essentially making it pure Yang. Consequently no element is stronger against this armor than another. The way it is applied can be summarized into three points.
1) Localized application, meaning certain portions of his body are affected by this ability. In most cases it is applied on the entirety of the forearms and maintained this way during most of the fight. Because it is localized and highly controlled, someone of Fujitora's level can consider it barely accountable in terms of chakra consumption. However only two areas can be affected at once (about the size of the forearms) and once the armor is retracted to cover an area, a wait of five seconds (about a post) has to be done in order to apply it again. Needless to say this is a great maneuver to handle pinpoint attacks.
2) General application, contrarily to the localized version, to make the armor general the boar hand seal must be made. The muscle density of Fujitora doubles and covers his entire body with the armor. The defensive capabilities are reduced and exchanged for higher physical damage, essentially making his hits dangerously lethal if not reacted to. General, Area of Effect attacks are not very efficient against him in this form but pinpoint attacking and precision moves easily pierce the armor. The chakra cost to maintain is more considerable than the former.
3) External application, meaning he can apply it to an object or person he touches for a simple chakra cost. The more he needs to coat, the more costly it'll be. As long as he maintains contact on the target, it will not lose the hardened shell and cost little to nothing, however if contact is lost, the effects will dissipate in exactly fifteen seconds (1-2 posts depending on the speed and order of events).
Of course specialty of each user is taken into consideration when evaluating the damage inflicted, such as even localized areas receive superficial scratches from enhanced cutting moves like flying swallow. Elements have a vastly weaker effect than they usually would, of course all the same is applied to them.
Jutsu name:
Heavenly Guide: Infinite Potential
Rank:
A
Range:
Personal
Description:
A really close derivative to the Fission technique (I love this jutsu), it essentially applies the same things on the first hand. When done, both duplicates cannot generalized the Divine Blood and can only localize one part of their body (affecting objects stays the same). But this ability comes with a new catch which increases versatility. Either duplicate is capable of "exploding" into multiple extremely small forms of Fujitora, varying from as small as a man's thumb to even as small as a fruit fly. When divided into such small things, he cannot attack others with anything, they can fly however. There is however a "main" body that cannot become smaller than a thumb and if destroyed, renders most of the tiny duplicates unable to fuse back with Fujitora's full body. This very small "main" body can turn back to normal size after a minute (three posts), before that a single shot can kill it.
Jutsu name:
Heavenly Guide: Sky and Earth
Rank:
A
Range:
Personal and contact
Description:
It is basically weight manipulation without being bound to a specific element. Fujitora can manipulate the weight of his body, or portions, as he pleases. This can also be done on other objects or even living things via contact with the palm of his hand. He can also cause this on things latched on to his body without pressing his palm against them. The effects last a minute (three posts) on external objects. The more weight added or subtracted, the more chakra it will cost.
Jutsu name:
Heavenly Guide: Chosen one
Rank:
A
Range:
Within 150 m
Description:
By fixating a specific target, whether it is living or not, Fujitora is able to 'lock' the target by having a literal target form on it. It is bright red and usually contrasts with other reds, but it is entirely pointless like this. The use of this target is simple, as long as the target is in radius, Fujitora will know perfectly where his target is and distinguish it from its clones or things of the like. It also makes them stand out in supposed concealment jutsu. Genjutsu or mind altering abilities that may befall Fujitora can make this less dangerous. It is only possible to affect one target at a time. Once they come out of the zone, the target vanishes.
Jutsu name:
Demonic Illusion: Topsy Turvy
Rank:
B
Range:
Through smell
Description:
The application of the technique usually comes from Fujitora exhaling smoke from a white cigarette. The smoke itself is harmless, but the aroma captured by the nose, as weak as it can be, applies the genjutsu as if they had snorted some nasty drug. The effects are essentially directions being switched: Left is right, front is back, etc. While they see something coming from the right, it's in reality coming from the left. It can become increasingly difficult when multiple factors come to play and strange angles are solicited.
Jutsu name:
Demonic Illusion: Convulsive Madness
Rank:
B
Range:
The keyword 'Dance'
Description:
Whenever the word 'dance' is uttered by Fujitora, the sound waves are infected with a specific Yin chakra that imbues a strange genjutsu hallucination akin to having spent too much time on idoser. The effects are essentially certain objects and body parts appear smaller or bigger depending on their distance, movements and base size. This is very difficult to understand and even master, Fujitora being well accustomed to such practices can perform only a few movements that he knows will entail a certain visual reaction to the opponent.
Jutsu name:
Demonic Illusion: Decisive Jail
Rank:
B
Range:
Taste and touch
Description:
By exhaling a snow white smoke upon inhaling God knows what in his joint, Fujitora is capable of releasing a large amount of smoke that surrounds the field with a diameter of 100 meters and goes as high as 50 meters, like a dome of smoke. This has no effect and is harmless unless one willingly tries to leave. The smoke is dense and covers about 30 meters in thickness, but the effects only kick in once people walk out of this "jail". Their pores and tongue (when breathing) absorb some of the smoke and they discover the rather sweet taste of it. Quickly effects of addiction are imposed relatively quickly into the body (the drug spread in it is too small in doses to have an effect, hence chakra). This addictive nature makes the body feel more and more pressure as they get away from the sealed arena the smoke created, their body becomes heavier and they generally feel nauseous. Walking out of the thick smoke doesn't remedy one from the effects but leaves the fully vulnerable, if they walk back in the arena like their addicted instincts tell them, the effects wear off almost immediately. This technique can be easily dispelled like any Genjutsu, but it is very easily confused with an actual poison/drug. Wind techniques can create easy exits, though.
Jutsu name:
Heavenly Guide: Spiritual Message
Rank:
B
Range:
100 m radius
Description:
Usually exhaled via a normal cigarette, Fujitora releases a strange nearly invisible powder that pollutes the surrounding area, without any direct effect on anything. In reality it latches on to the chakra surrounding anyone in the area and allows Fujitora to see the chakra emanating from them as if it were more transparent. Through this he can evaluate emotional states and approximate chakra levels. It is particularly useful in interrogations to determine if someone is lying.
Jutsu name:
Heavenly Gate: Statue Clone
Rank:
C
Range:
Close, a meter away
Description:
The Statue clone is a clone that doesn't move, actually doesn't do anything at all. The advantage it gives is that it requires no handseals to make and work as a form of afterimage of Fujitora as he moves, usually taking the stance he had when he made it. The clone is made at the last spot Fujitora stood. Because it is called statue, it is made of a strange, black stone that crumbled easily by most attacks, however it also releases a large amount of smoke, making it an easy shield and distraction.
Jutsu name:
Heaven's Gate: Shotgun Dynamite
Rank:
C
Range:
Close range
Description:
A Taijutsu move using the brute force Fujitora is dangerous for. For it to work, he must perform a direct forward punch after taking a specific stance. The punch will release a wave of pressure that scatters the farther it goes. The close it is, the more it'll hurt and the farther one will be projected. It is non-lethal and can go up to simply breaking ribs. Using it repeatedly physically tires fast, making it much more efficient if use moderately. The same can be used for kicks, though these are usually used to project Fujitora and close distances (or create if he had enough time when close range). Once again, he needs to take a specific stance and duck ever so slightly.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Bamboo Staff
Weapon, tool or object type:
Melee weapon an unconventional use
Description:
It is a simple bamboo like this with little durability and plant-like features. However it can be enhanced by divine blood making it a lethal staff weapon. The most interesting thing about it is the pheromones and drugs implanted in it that can be regulated via a switch. When the drug is plunged into the bamboo it will swiftly grow in lengths, reaching to a maximum of one mile in twenty seconds.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Balled Explosive Tags
Weapon, tool or object type:
Multiple explosive tags put together to make a ball
Description:
Serving as special ammunition for Fujitora, up to five are stocked in the bamboo staff and can be fired at near bullet speed as Fujitora blows in it. Alone they are relatively non-lethal, direct hits could possibly lead to massive damage, but when enhanced by Divine Blood, the shrapnel of the exploding paper becomes a danger that can kill faster than the ten second limit. The bullets explode upon colliding with something.
Weapon, tool or object name:
The Three Pills
Weapon, tool or object type:
Pillz here
Description:
Taking these pills allows allies to be affected by Fujitora's hallucinogen genjutsus, making things a whole lot easier for everyone.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Smokes and lighter
Weapon, tool or object type:
...Smokes and lighter
Description:
The smoke vary from basic cigarettes, to cigars, to custom joints while the lighter is usually an old style Asuma Brand.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Morphine
Weapon, tool or object type:
Pain killer
Description:
It is essentially just morphine, dosed correctly and it nullifies pain in exchange for a loss in general balance, but Fujitora has a resistance allowing him to only lose his balance from time to time. They come in small, compact syringes, the type used at wars for quick fixes for injured soldiers. Thus they can be used to drug the enemy as well, drugging them over the limit and damaging their performance.
NPC Section
【Full Name】
Gozoboro
【Alias】
The Quirk
【Age】
39
【Role】
Underground Tournament Participant
【Personality】
A calm and rather wise individual at first glance, he does his best to make his opponent feel at ease. He'll often give the impression that he isn't as nasty as the other fighters and won't fight to kill, but that is where lies his strength. His sadistic nature is only revealed once he feels it adequate to finish off his opponent, though he'll do it best to leave them in critical condition so he can "examine" them.
【Techniques and Tools】
Puppet Technique
Manipulating Attack Blades
Weapon 1: Gozoboro primarily uses his puppet technique on the Jailer, a robot-like puppet with a complex gearing system and strong steel casing making it a tough weapon to face. Like many puppets it wields multiple blades within its members, but its most notable trait be its ability to make lightning flow in its body and the multiple metal cords it fires from various parts of its body, notably its wrists and waist. Like the Crow, it can disassemble itself and attack from various angles. Every part of the puppet is rigged with a good quantity of explosives as well.
Weapon 2: Both arms and legs of Gozoboro have been replaced with metal, puppet-like replicas after he suffered severe injuries in combat. They are capable of being fired. The arms confer superior strength and can be opened to reveal small missiles that chase the opponent. They also conceal various puppet blades. The legs can have spikes emerge to add damage when kicking and can also utilize feet rockets to propel the Gozobro for a short period of time.
【Others】
A notorious fighter of the underground ring, his tricks however catch most newcomers despite warnings. He is said to be one of the worst monsters to have walked Konoha. He's currently working for a group said to be associated with the great investor Tsurino.
【Full Name】
Kapora
【Alias】
The Counter
【Age】
31
【Role】
Ring fighter
【Personality】
The strong and silent type, he's often seen with his eyes closed, as if he is meditating. However, this is only to contain his huge rage that helps intensify his general strength and brutality. He's especially stubborn and merciless when he's after something he really wants, and in this case he is completely hypnotized by the desire of having that scroll for some reason. He isn't very provocative and barely ever talks in combat.
【Techniques and Tools】
Earth Release: Fist Rock Technique
Strong Fist
Earth release: Earth and Stone Dragon
Special Characteristic: Concealed in his attire is a second pair of arms connected right under his shoulder and can perform just as well as the original pair. They are heavily bulky in muscle and can perform hand seals. However they can't do two technique simultaneously.
Weapon: Spiked chain, a long spiked chain going as far as 90 meters in length is wrapped around his entire arm. It is riddled with small spikes that seem to retract when only touching his flesh. His is highly skilled with it and can easily use it as a whip to capture people and having it wrap around them. It can also be used as a decent shield when wrapped tightly on his arm.
【Others】
A frequent visitor of this tournament, he rarely gets to the finals before leaving however, making this a rare occasion.
【Full Name】
Suzuki
【Alias】
The Temptress
【Age】
27
【Role】
Ring fighter
【Personality】
A typical femme fatale, she's one to attempt to seduce men whenever she can and go for the kill as quick as possible. With women, she's particularly violent however as they are competition. As such, both sexes struggle greatly with her. She's one to taunt and play with her food, but she isn't as sadistic as the rest, she'll only play once her food is nice and tenderized beyond repair. She's rarely intimidated and rather cunning for a thug, displaying great skill in battle and a strong tactical sense. She's one of the few that can potentially cause trouble to the team.
It is important to note that her dignity has not value to her in a fight, and wouldn't mind throwing it away for a win.
【Techniques and Tools】
Lightning Release: False Darkness
Slithering Snake Mode
Soft Physique Modification
Many Hidden Shadow Snake Hands
Shadow Clone Technique
Self-Cursing Seal - Afflicted Through Bite
Summoning: Suzuki keeps a large Boa snaked wrapped around her body and usually keeps the top end of its body around her neck. Unlike the other snakes, this boa is yellow and white in color and is capable of emitting a paralyzing poison that attacks locally (members). The snake itself has a very strong bind and can keep enhanced strengths in a locked position for a short period of time while biting them. It works really well in coordination with its master, usually attacking like a third member when it is least expected and delivering strong blows. It's mouth it big enough to envelope en entire head in it and devour a human instantly.
Suzuki holds the typical stock of Ninja tools as well as three personalized Tanto (see appearance). |
47,690 | 1,294 | 14 | 1,105 | 2,351 | Tsukiko Umene, Honeybadger
Yamato's snide remark wasn't really unexpected but nonetheless unappreciated. Tsukiko gave him a brief but deadly glare before directing her attention to Aoi. Both the younger jonin claimed they hadn't been detected so Tsukiko was going to take their word for it, but not without giving them a warning. "Always remember, you two, that the greatest threats are the ones you don't see coming," she spoke, still not bothering to respond to Yamato's jab at her. Of course she wanted to just wring him by the neck but that was both unprofessional and detrimental to the mission.
Speaking of, one of the men in charge of the rebel operation appeared and gave a briefing for the specific job they were taking. Tsukiko wanted to explain their real objective but hadn't the time before he appeared and thus kept her mouth shut. She caught the scroll effortlessly and gave a brief glance of the architecture before stowing it on her belt. "Simple enough," she commented, though she barely had the time to pick her weapons back up before Aoi was out the door and rushing to the deck. Her enthusiasm only earned irritation from her superior, but Tsukiko dismissed it with a sigh as she strapped her weapons to her back again. "Whatever. Let's head out then," she said to Yamato before making her way to the deck in a much more casual pace than Aoi had taken. Once up top she followed the clown girl by jumping onto the water directly and running after her.
Indeed it was a much faster mode of travel and it didn't take hardly any time for the Jonin Commander to catch up with Aoi. Rather than speeding ahead of the girl she decided to maintain an identical pace, waiting for Yamato to catch up and join them. Once all three were together she would begin speaking. "This is our first objective of our mission," Tsukiko began to explain. "As a team our goal is to ensure the success of the rebellion against Kirigakure. This means we aren't going home after blowing up the factory. We're coming right back to those ships, which are serving as a forward operating base. It is likely we will be moving around between tasks." Now their initial question was finally answered, as to what they were even doing in the Land of Water.
"As for the new guy I am yet to meet him so I don't know much. The rebellion trusts him and so shall we. His life is still less valuable than ours, however. Do not consider him expendable but do not put his life over yours. We will see what he can do when the time comes," Tsukiko continued. With Yamato and Aoi as informed as they needed to be for the moment she turned her gaze forward and carried on silently. The team reached shore fairly quickly, being they were shinobi in peak physical condition and all. The journey to Kirigakure itself wasn't exactly a safe one, as the hidden village still had a good amount of defensible territory outside the walls. While rebels constantly plagued the territory it was still ultimately under Kiri control. But Tsukiko was well equipped for avoiding Kiri forces, being that she was able to detect them long before they were in sight. And as such the trio made haste without ever being spotted, though had they actually come across Kiri shinobi it would've been very possible for the team to eliminate them before they could escape.
As the team reached the outskirts of Kirigakure they were finally able to witness the warzone itself. The trademark mist of the city was mostly gone, pushed back by the heat of the fires that were raging across the landscape. Clouds of smoke hung over Kirigakure, creating a dark and ominous atmosphere before them. While it seemed at this moment there wasn't any large-scale combat going on it was likely that a skirmish could break out at any time. "Wait," Tsukiko instructed, halting the team's progress. She took a moment to scan over the large city. At the range they were at it was difficult to make out small details such as people in the streets or specific buildings, but Tsukiko was still able to get some kind of bearings on the city layout. "Beyond this point we need to be in disguise," she spoke up after a moment. "All three of us can't make it through Kiri without being spotted at least once, even with our guide. We'll be recognized as foreigners immediately and gain unwanted attention."
Tsukiko first faced Aoi now. "Lose the clown getup and try to appear as a little girl. It would be too much to try to make you act less conspicuous so you might as well just look the role." Then she pointed to Yamato. "You'll be her older brother. Act less angry and more depressed. Also lose the armor. Try to look more like a disheartened peasant boy. You're good at not talking so don't change that." The older woman then made a handseal, creating a puff of smoke around her that quickly dissipated. In her place stood an older woman that could easily pass off as a grandma. "If we appear weak and useless then nobody will care," she spoke, notably having a different voice now. Tsukiko trusted the two would come up with suitable disguises and looked back to the village without checking them. "We will meet the guy at the south entrance. He may be in disguise as well. Let's get a move on." | Jacob's Characters of Moderate Quality and Adequate Creativity
“Life is just a big-game hunt. Only you're the prey, not the hunter.”
Tsukiko's body has been toned by a lifetime of rigorous activity, while still retaining an inherent beauty. More often than not Tsukiko will be wearing her 'activity' clothes (see above), even during times of leisure. On that same subject: she is never seen wearing her jonin jacket aside from formal events. She is rarely seen without her necklace or her earrings, both clearly handmade and aged.
She has often been described to have a wild appearance, with her long black hair usually disheveled and her clothes never quite aligned right. It doesn't help that she is often grinning and has an air of carelessness. One can tell at a glance that Tsukiko has little to no inhibitions. There has always been a fire in her grey eyes.
Most of her weaponry is kept on her person, giving her a somewhat barbaric appearance when she's on a mission (or a hunt). Her sword and spear are kept on her back, both at a diagonal angle, while her smaller weapons and tools are kept in pouches along her belt or on her right thigh. In place of a buckle, her belt features the Konohagakure leaf symbol, which is the only feature of her appearance that identifies her affiliation.
Personnel Files
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Tsukiko Umene
【Alias】
Honey Badger
【Age】
31
【Gender】
Female
【Birthplace】
Unknown Location, Land of Fire
【Bloodline】
N/A
【Rank】
Jonin
Psych. Report
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Wild, that describes Tsukiko in word. She does what she wants, when she wants, with little regard to those around her. Only the people that have earned her respect can contain her. She lives for the hunt, which at this point in her life has become violence in general. She will pick any fights she can, if only to warm up or get exercise, and will play with prey that clearly stand no chance.
While indiscriminate in who she will fight, Tsukiko does love a challenge. She often handicaps herself when confronting opponents weaker than herself. To that same effect she prefers to work hard for even simple things such as food. If something would normally be easy for her, Tsukiko will take steps to make it more challenging and subsequently more fun.
Her chaotic presence isn't the most intimidating feature about her. Rather it is her perception, giving her an animalistic ability to sense fear, which she will playfully exploit. Tsukiko's dominating presence always makes her stand out, even before she opens her mouth. Speaking of language Tsukiko has a choice vocabulary that includes free use of any profanity or slur known to man. Not very lady-like of her but despite the harshness of her words, her actions will still be louder.
【History】
The tale of the Honey Badger begins twenty years ago, when a group of shinobi found a young girl deep within a jungle along the south of the Land of Fire. Saying she was "found" is a slight exaggeration, as she attacked their camp in the middle of the night. The shinobi were able to subdue the girl and return her to civilization. Her understanding of human speech was limited, but she learned quickly. After some interrogation it was concluded that she was raised by paranoid parents living out in the woods. Some years in the past they had disappeared and left this girl to survive in the wild on her own.
Seeing her as no real threat to Konoha, they let her go. She was dropped off at an orphanage in Downtown Konoha, where she spent six months before finding a family. A middle-class family, the Umene. They owned but a small ramen shop. Though they had a boy already, one only a few years older than Tsukiko, the mother of the family had recently had to undergo surgery. They were having no more kids naturally. With room for one more they took Tsukiko in. Her wild attitude provided a stark contrast to their everyday life. And so they enrolled her in school.
Being trained as a shinobi used her energy much more effectively than letting her run rampant in the streets of Smalltown. While she wasn't booksmart in the slightest, she more than made up for it in her physical capability and quick learning. Tsukiko didn't make many friends, but she made plenty of enemies. She enjoyed the opportunities to fight other kids, hoping that by defeating them she could lure out teachers to fight. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. At the end of the day she was always one of the biggest hassles, but she was unquestionably one of the best shinobi in her class.
Tsukiko became a chunin at the age of 17, graduating highschool the same year. While her older brother, a much more tame man, would go on to work in the Intelligence Department, Tsukiko wanted to get as much action as possible rather than as little. She tried her hand at police work but was soon recommended to take a different position due to her overly-violent practices. She moved between positions as a shinobi, most often taking oddjobs as they came so long as they provided some action, for several years. It wasn't until she became a jonin at 23 that Tsukiko found her calling: hunting.
An impulse vacation reunited Tsukiko with the wilderness she had spent her childhood in, bringing back a nature that had been previously thought to be tamed out of her. She has since viewed everything in her life as a hunt. From hunting actual animals in her free time to tracking down and assassinating dangerous shinobi. Her affinity for hunting shinobi got her noticed, making her somewhat infamous depending on the social circle. Many of the residents of Downtown hate her, and considering she lives by herself in a shanty apartment in Downtown she often gets visits from such people. On the flip side, many of the higher-ups and older shinobi appreciate her specialty because it makes their lives easier and safer. Nicknamed "The Honey Badger" for her deceptively cute appearance and unforgivingly violent nature, Tsukiko lives life on a day-to-day basis. Life has become one big hunt for her, and she loves hunting.
【Family Ties】
With no knowledge of her actual parents or family, Tsukiko is perfectly integrated into her adoptive family. She was raised just as one of their own, making the lack of blood relation entirely irrelevant. Despite numerous conflicting opinions and ideals between Tsukiko and her family they are still able to appreciate each other.
Reijiro Umene | Adoptive Father | 55, Konohagakure, ramen shop owner and respected community member.
Hana Umene | Mother | 52, Konohagakure,
Ichiro Umene | Older Brother | 32, Konohagakure, Intelligence Officer with a small family of his own.
【Dreams and Fears】
Tsukiko's most lavish dream is to hunt all the mythical beasts in the world. Outlandish as it is, that's what she wants most in life. A much more grounded goal is simply to hunt and kill challenging prey, including strong Shinobi. Tsukiko has always been rather fearless, leaving her without any debilitating mental weakness. She doesn't fear things so much as she respects them, such as death and extreme pain. If anything had to be considered a "fear" it would be the death of her adoptive family. She doesn't actively worry, but if it came to pass it would affect her more so than anything else.
Combat Reports
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting Style】
Having spent her early years surviving mostly on her own in the wilderness, Tsukiko has developed a sort of feral style of her own. Like an apex predator she will stalk and analyze her prey before going in for the kill. The goal is to strike fast and hard, exploiting weak points and giving her quarry no time to react. This tactic often leaves the target mutilated or otherwise incapacitated. For groups of targets Tsukiko will use a hit-and-run strategy to handle them one at a time and instill fear while inflicting damage. While her prey may run they can never hide, and they won't run for long anyways. Tsukiko loves it when they run...
【Ninja Techniques】
A rank techniques:
Hiding with Camouflage Technique
B rank techniques:
Earth Release: Moving Earth Core
C rank techniques:
Earth Release: Hiding Like a Mole
Earth Release: Hiding in Rock
Earth Release: Subterranean Voyage
D-E rank techniques:
*All Basic Jutsu*
【Custom Made Techniques】
Jutsu Name:
Tiger Trap Technique
Rank:
C
Range:
Variable, 2m to 10m radius.
Description:
Tsukiko prepares a web of ninja wire across a set area on the ground, stealthily of course. When a target steps over it they get tangled in the wires and lose their balance. Should they completely fall they will become totally entwined and vulnerable. Breaking out with brute force would be difficult, but sharp blades will be able to cut the wires.
Jutsu Name:
Sudden Spider Web Technique
Rank:
C
Range:
Short
Description:
Using two walls (or anything vertical nearby each other), Tsukiko quickly uses ninja wire to create a web that is difficult to see initially from camouflage. Targets running into this trap get ensnared, like in a net, leaving them vulnerable. It would be difficult for the victim to muscle their way out, but if their arms aren't too entwined they can use sharp objects to cut themselves free.
Jutsu Name:
The Killing Blow
Rank:
A
Range:
Medium-Long, effective to 100m
Description:
Tsukiko channels chakra into her arms, overcharging her muscles. They gain significant muscle mass, affording a temporary but powerful boost to strength. This brief buff is used to hurl her Monicker spear at incredible speed with equally incredible stopping power. The name of the technique leaves little to the imagination of what the results of a direct hit is. Though chakra efficient, using this technique causes strain on Tsukiko's arms and using it in succession will surely exhaust her to the point of being unable to use her arms at all. She can use it up to two times within a 24 hour period, but any more than that will result in overexertion of her arms.
【Weaponry, Tools, and Objects】
Weapon/Tool Name:
Ninja Wire
Description:
Many, many meters of standard ninja wire are kept on Tsukiko's person at all times. They are invaluable to her fighting style, due to their utility in trapping or controlling a battlefield.
Weapon/Tool Name:
Exploding Tags
Description:
The name is self-evident. Tags that explode when activated with chakra, either via a timer or contact. Notably can be activated safely by channeling chakra through ninja wire, so as to allow Tsukiko to detonate them instantly without risk of injury. Useful for traps and typical combat.
Weapon/Tool Name:
Kunai and Shuriken
Description:
Common in the shinobi world, the standard throwing weapons have a place in Tsukiko's fighting style. Simple, efficient, and effective. What kind of shinobi would leave home without at least a few of these?
Weapon/Tool Name:
Monicker
Description:
A spear capable of melee and ranged combat. Though light it is incredibly sturdy, being capable of blocking or deflecting many bladed weapons.
Weapon/Tool Name:
Equalizer
Description:
A ninjato with a blade that is longer than average, being almost katana-like in length while retaining a straight edge. Very sharp, used for cutting things. And by things I meant people.
Weapon/Tool Name:
Gut Knife
Description:
A hunting knife with a small hook on the back of the blade's tip, used for gutting and dressing recently killed prey. Not really used for combat, at all, but Tsukiko likes to hunt and she likes to eat meat. So she never leaves home without it. Also good for scaring people or violently interrogating bad guys.
【Other】
Voice:
Colleen Clinkenbeard
Theme Song:
Archangel
"Crystal clear."
Shin has grown slightly over the past two years, making him taller than average but by a small margin. However his muscular build still makes him outweigh most other shinobi his age or height. His size can intimidate some, though he usually has a friendly expression. No longer does he wear the kimono and jacket combo, instead opting to wear only the black jacket. No shirt or anything underneath, so when he takes off the jacket for combat he will be shirtless. Aside from his muscles and tattoo (explained below) there is a thick mass of scar tissue over the center of his chest.
The tattoo he has, over his heart, is of an orange gemstone. Shin doesn't carry any weapons on him, which makes many people not realize he is a shinobi. An armband around his right bicep is emblazoned with the leaf symbol of Konoha, being the only way of detecting his allegiance by looks alone.
Due to his body type and smooth facial features, Shin is considered an attractive young man. His light blue eyes are a sharp feature of his that warrants attention. His pretty-boy face is usually the only eye candy that people can see, but he has removed his over-clothes enough times for it to be common knowledge that he is built strong. His medium-length hair is well kept but occasionally can fall over his eyes.
Personnel Files
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Shin Maru
【Alias】
Topaz
【Age】
19
【Gender】
Male
【Birthplace】
Konohagakure
【Bloodline】
Maru, known for some members having the unique Crystal kekkei genkai.
【Rank】
Chuunin - Police Detective
Psych. Report
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Shin is a proud, headstrong young man. He believes that human beings can attain anything with enough effort and he follows this ideology himself. Confident in his abilities and comfortable with his flaws, Shin makes an effort to progress as an individual every day. This usually consists of training but sometimes he will try to improve his personality as well by helping others in need (usually girls).
Speaking of girls, Shin has shown improvements over the past few years in regards to his treatment of them. While he is prone to the occasional bout of perversion, he is mostly tame nowadays. As well, his difficulty in combating or even confronting women is mostly gone. He may occasionally oggle, but for the most part he has matured.
Shin is known to stand up for those that don't stand up for themselves, getting him into other people's business whether they appreciate it or not. He tries to solve things amicably first, but he isn't afraid to fight when push comes to shove. Shin believes that he should only fight over a dispute if the other party initiates, so he almost never throws the first punch. His self-appointed role as a protector of the weak gets mixed reactions from those he assists, but regardless of the outcome Shin continues to think that his efforts to become a good person will all pay off eventually.
【History】
Shin Maru was born with the Crystal Release, a rare trait even among the Maru clan. He was instantly considered one of the elite, having a natural superiority over the others due to their lack of the Kekkei Genkai. Shin's father, Kaito, was another user of Crystal Release and the de facto leader of the Maru clan's elite: The Gemstones.
Each member of the Maru that has the Crystal Release is inducted into the Gemstones, being marked a codename in relation to a gemstone. Shin was decided to be Topaz, and such he was marked with an orange gem on his chest at the tender age of six. Kaito trained him with strict practice, molding Shin into a strong shinobi. Though his training could be harsh at times, Shin only took it with a positive note. He preferred to look at it as improving himself as compared to making his clan look good.
Going into school proved to be fun for Shin. His life until grade school had been fairly sheltered, but now he was able to meet all kinds of new people. He had initial difficulties around girls but grew to behave himself around them. In fact he seems to be at his nicest when around people of the opposite gender. One would expect that given how much time he spent around The Gemstones growing up: a group of boys and men. He performed quite well in school, becoming one of the top students though not quite the best.
He was popular in school despite this, mainly for his looks but also his personality. For one reason or another, most of the other teenagers liked spending time with him. He didn't get into fights that often, and when he did it was to stop a bully or something chivalrous like that. His likability even allowed most girls to forgive or ignore his occasional perversion. His relatively calm behavior made it hard for people not to tolerate him, though nobody could deny that Shin might occasionally think highly of himself. With his recent graduation, the young chuunin has been wondering what his next goal should be.
【Family Ties】
Strict and traditional, the Maru clan is almost exclusively shinobi. Most members end up becoming policemen, save for the few Crystal Release users that form their own organization. Shin grew up with no siblings, but he spent plenty of time with his family. Before grade school he spent most of the day training with his father and the rest of The Gemstones, creating a tight bond with his family despite the harshness of the training. Tough love, one could say.
Kaito Maru | Father | 39, Konohagakure, Head of The Gemstones and established jonin.
Kaede Maru | Mother | 38, Konohagakure, a jonin that works as a police officer stationed in the Financial District.
Jugo Maru | Uncle | 34, Konohagakure, a member of The Gemstones.
【Dreams and Fears】
Shin has recently come to a point in his life where he is uncertain of what he wants in his life. His original dream was to become a strong shinobi, but he has recently come to a crisis where he feels he should strive for more. Only he doesn't know what he wants. On the flip side he is very well aware of his fears. Humiliation and shame are two things he wants to avoid to the best of his abilities, but his greatest fear is being alone. He doesn't like being by himself in the slightest, so he fears growing older and becoming lonely. Perhaps this is why he tries so hard to impress girls.
Combat Reports
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting Style】
As one could figure from looking, Shin is a strong fighter. His style makes great use of his physical capabilities, making him an excellent practitioner of taijutsu. With the use of his Crystal Release he becomes an effective tank without any speed drawbacks, balancing a heavy defense with a powerful offense. Shin is a dominant force in close-quarters combat, but he is also capable of attacking at range. His Kekkei Genkai's versatility is fully utilized in his style, but Shin will primarily try to defeat his opponents with his body rather than his ninjutsu.
【Kekkei Genkai, or Bloodline Limit】
Bloodline Limit Name:
Crystal Release
Description:
The Crystal Release is a rare and specialized field of elemental ninjutsu that can create crystal as well as manipulate already-existing crystals and crystalline structures.
Strengths:
The ability to crystallize anything with mass is quite a strength. The crystals formed are durable and solid, lending incredible offensive and defensive utility. Even illusions and weapons can be created on the fly, making this a versatile Kekkei Genkai.
Weaknesses:
Cannot crystallize anything without solid mass, so energy like fire, wind, and lightning cannot be countered. As well, a certain frequency of sound wave can break down the crystals due to their molecular formation. Lightning release is notably effective against crystals as well.
【Ninja Techniques】
A rank techniques:
Crystal Release: Crystal Encampment Wall
B rank techniques:
Crystal Armor
Crystal Release: Jade Crystal Prison Technique
Crystal Release: Growing Crystal Thorns
C rank techniques:
Crystal Release: Giant Hexagonal Shuriken
Crystal Release: Jade Crystal Blade
Crystal Release: Crystal Lance
D-E rank techniques:
Crystal Release: Hexagonal Shuriken
*All basic jutsu*
【Custom Made Techniques】
Jutsu name:
Crystal Release: Jade Crystal Bow
Rank:
C
Range:
Medium-Long
Description:
A longbow of crystal is created by crystallizing the moisture in the air and expanding from it. The string, despite being crystal, is flexible and can be drawn as a regular bow. When fully drawn, a crystal arrow is formed from the string, and once it is completely formed it can be fired. Crystal arrows have the same effective properties as regular arrows. This technique is useful for hitting a single target at long range with enough power to actually kill, which shuriken cannot provide at that range, and without making any noise or revealing Shin's location.
Jutsu name:
Crystal Release: Diamond Eyes Technique
Rank:
B
Range:
Self
Description:
A powerful genjutsu countermeasure. By crystallizing the outer layer of his cornea, Shin becomes not only immune to most ocular genjutsu but will actually reflect the effects onto the caster. This does nothing for genjutsu activated by other means, only ones activated by eye contact. As an added bonus it protects his eyes from damage, though Crystal Armor can also do the same but more effectively.
【Other】
Voice:
Robert McCollum
Theme Song:
Carpe Diem
【Full Name】
Kaito Maru
【Alias】
Onyx
【Age】
41
【Role】
Police Superintendent (Naruto City)
【Personality】
Well practiced and experienced, Kaito has a strict but approachable air about him. He speaks simply and directly, holding nothing back where it is required and practicing caution when details must be kept secret. He tolerates no fools and will immediately express his disappointment when any are in his presence. All things must go according to the rules and any deviations are met with harsh skepticism. A true figure of authority that one can tell at a glance contains power, wisdom, and respect.
【Techniques and Tools】
Various Crystal Release techniques (see Shin Maru for some references).
【Others】
Known as the Onyx, Kaito's Crystal Release techniques produce black crystals (though they still retain a level of transparency only slightly less than most his clanmates). His work on solving cases is known more than his administrative capability, though these days he doesn't take cases as often. |
47,691 | 1,294 | 15 | 1,428 | 199 | Daisuke Yama
Daisuke’s entire body tightened as he felt a hand hit his back. However once he connected the voice to the person he relaxed, turning to address the first member of his team, Shin, to arrive. ”It is good to see that you made it here in one piece, I was a bit concerned when I left the village. Fortunately it would appear that my worry was misplaced.” He paused for a moment as he noticed the looks a few of the nearby rebels were giving his comrade. It took him a second to realize the cause, but it became apparent when he recalled the words Shin had spoken upon his arrival. ”By the way while I have no issue with a bit of humor I would like you to take it down a notch. At least when we are with the rebels. They are fighting for what they believe is right as well as their lives, and you joking around may lead them to conclude that we don’t know how serious this is. So when we are out and about feel free to be yourself. Just try to contain it otherwise.”
The last part of the conversation left a sour taste in Daisuke’s mouth. He was not used to telling people how to behave and it was unsettling to do so. Nonetheless he could feel the tension that filled the warehouse and he did not want to cause an incident in response to what could be perceived as misplaced humor. He knew that the mission and wellbeing of his team was his responsibility, and if that meant he had to take some heat from them later for monitoring their actions he would gladly do so. Any discontentment and worry were forced away though with the arrival of two individuals approaching from different directions.
The first to arrive was Saburo, the final member of the team, who was naturally coming from the entrance. While the Uchiha’s greeting was a bit strange Daisuke didn’t think too much into it. He had been briefed on both members of his team and had been warned that Saburo had a few personality quirks. Daisuke returned the greeting, resisting the urge to breathe a sigh of relief that the entire team had made it without any problems. ”Hey there, I am glad you made it alright. As for our objective I think we will be getting our first assignment soon. I believe the gentleman walking this way is in charge of this camp. From what I gathered during the mission briefing we are to do whatever we can to assist the rebels in their cause and we won’t be returning until they are victorious.”
Daisuke turned away from Saburo as he finished speaking, just in time to face a man that was much shorter than either him or Shin. The greeting he was about to give got cut short as the man instantly started speaking. “The name is Tento and by the looks of it you are the team that we have been waiting for. I would love to give you a tour of the place but we have a lot of work to do and it needs to get done. Follow me.” The man quickly began making his way in the direction he had come from with Daisuke a few feet behind, he presumed that the other members of the team were close behind.
As he walked Tento continued to speak, though his voice was muffled slightly due to the large amount of people in the warehouse with them. “The Mizukage’s forces have been trying to make headway into area under our control. So far they have only managed to take one building, just inside our territory. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem, after all there is a reason that they have only taken the one place, but they have a pair of Jounin guarding the place. I have already lost half a dozen good men to them.” Tento’s speech was momentarily broken as he lead them inside one of the few rooms that was still intact. Within their was a few pieces of furniture, but the only thing of note was the large table that dominated the center of the room and the map that was placed on it. That is where the group was led and as he reached it Tento placed a finger on a particular building marked on it. “The building only has one doorway, though there are plenty of windows. The problem we have been having is that one or both of the Jounin notice us when we are trying to enter. What I need you guys to do is distract them, I don’t care how and I don’t care if you beat them. We just need enough time to get in and deal with anyone inside. After that we will take them by surprise and attack from the building. I can give you guys an hour max to figure out a plan. That’s the most I can do. When you are ready let the man stationed outside the door know, I have to make sure my men are prepared.” With that Tento departed, the team alone.
Daisuke didn't want to waste any time, and as such he turned towards Shin and Saburo. ”Alright let's get to it. I know I am the lead on this mission but honestly that is a formality. We are all the same rank and it is likely you two have more field experience than me at the moment. Not to mention you guys have a better understanding of how you work than me, since all I have to go off of is the briefing I got. So I want your opinions on this. I am most useful as a front man, and as such I think I should go in head on. I can take a beating and give it right back.” For a moment he paused, flashing back to the spar he had with Chokashi Akimichi just a couple of weeks ago, before he shook his head a bit and resumed. ”Shin going by what I read and the look of you I am guessing you would be most useful right up there with me. Which is good, because it is always nice to have someone at your side when you are facing more experienced shinobi. Saburo though I am not sure where you would serve best. My instincts tell me that you should keep your distance and use your ninjutsu to harass them whenever you have an opening, but between the fact that both Shin and I will be up close and the nearby buildings I am not sure if that is for the best. What do you guys think?” | Lost's Retinue of Totally not Sterotypical Characters!
“My life belongs to this village and my comrades. I will never flinch away from danger nor collapse until their safety is guaranteed.”
The simplest way to describe Daisuke is massive. The top of his bald head reaches 6’5, and the width of his shoulders make it very difficult for him to get through most doors without pulling his arms in. He is far from the typical image of shinobi. Along with his giant size, Daisuke is almost completely muscle, not the lean, tight muscle that most ninja have but large hard muscle built from years of a strict regiment.
As far as clothing goes he is forced to purchase custom made shirts to fit his massive frame, though he only buys regular shirts typically white or gray in color. He wears regular pants, though only a few pairs of them had to be custom made. He only owns one pair of footwear, a set of sturdy boots. To finish off his casual wardrobe he also owns a set of black gloves that he wears most of the time, in case he wants to randomly train.
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【Full Name】
Daisuke Yama
【Alias】
N/A
【Age】
20
【Sex】
Male
【Sexuality】
Heterosexual
【Birthplace】
Konohagakure
【Bloodline】
N/A
【Rank】
Chunin
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Daisuke is very goal orientated, specifically with his sole desire to protect the village and the people within it from harm. This unfortunately does not translate well when it comes to social interaction. Despite the amount of effort he exerts in an attempt to have a good time and relax around his comrades he is always alert and looking for any signs of danger. He has been scolded many times because of this, but nothing seems to be able to temper his instincts.
In battle situations, or even missions in general, this characteristic proves to be highly valuable, though more so for his team rather than himself. He places himself at the front of the group, and if a battle does break out he focuses on getting the attention of as many of the enemy as he can. This has lead to a rather extensive collection of scars over the years, all of which he bears proudly as each one marks an attack that could have landed on another member of his squad.
Outside of this defining trait Daisuke is a very calm individual. While he clearly is capable of protecting against physical attacks, he prefers to diffuse a situation before it reaches violence when he is among fellow shinobi of the Leaf. The only thing that is actually capable of leading him to outright anger/rage is when someone endangers the wellbeing of others for their own cause. He understands that at times a mission will require a sacrifice, it is only when someone endangers an innocent just for the sake of protecting their own hide that he becomes enraged.
【History】
Daisuke never had a normal childhood, though he wouldn’t discover that little fact until he had already been halfway through his high school education. As soon as he could comprehend and perform the kata’s his father and mother both began instructing him in their Taijutsu style, which they had created together. They did let him have some free time of course, which he spent practicing what he had learned. He wanted to make his parents proud and figured that the best way to do that was to show them how eager he was to learn and perfect his family’s fighting style.
By the time he entered the base school system for aspiring shinobi he had a better base in Taijutsu than most students. Despite the fact that part of his day was now taken up by his education his parents did not stop or slow their teachings. In fact they increased it in a sense, as they now set aside time to educate them in their beliefs, specifically their believe that their family’s purpose was to protect. Even with this extra workload Daisuke did not allow himself to fall behind in any of his studies, managing to be an average student in most aspects with the clear exception being those that involved physical aspects. He graduated at the age of 13, though he didn’t begin attending high school for another year.
During the year between his formal education his parents started teaching him the Ninjutsu that they believed would be most useful for him. They dropped the philosophical lessons, deciding that he understood it clearly, instead they intensified the other two areas. They also began taking him with them on lower ranked missions, with the approval of the Hokage. The little time he was outside of his home he was still training, either increasing his stamina or increasing his chakra control which was weaker than average due to his above average chakra pool.
At the start of the next school year, when he was 14, he finally joined the high school. He continued to maintain being an average student, though better than when he was in the base school due to his increased training in both Taijutsu and Ninjutsu. He graduated at the age of 17. After which his parents requested that they be allowed to bring him on the long term mission that they had just been assigned. After explaining their reasons, they wished to give him one final test of their own to determine if Daisuke had mastered their teachings, the Hokage granted them their request. Mainly due to the fact that the mission wasn't of the utmost importance, and he knew their judgement would not be impaired simply due to their son's presence. The next morning they set off, the journey lasting a year and eight months. Shortly after returning, just a few days, both of his parents passed away in their sleep. As the custom of his family dictated Daisuke resigned from active duty for the time being so he could go on the hermitage that was demanded of him by his family's traditions. After spending one year in the Land of Earth, the home country of his family before his grandparents arrived in Konoha, he has finally made his way back to the Land of Fire and is returning to his village.
【Family ties】
Due to the small size of his family, only his parents and himself, Daisuke was very close to both of his parents. In return they both loved him dearly and dedicated their lives to making sure that their only child would be capable of not only protecting himself, but those he cared for. They both passed away a year ago, a couple of days apart. Rather than being destroyed by this event it actually made Daisuke feel honored, for he believed that their passing was their way of telling him that they believed they had no more to teach him.
Gaku Yama | Father | Passed away at the age of 58 (1 year ago)
Makiko Yama | Mother | Passed away at the age of 55 (1 year ago)
【Dreams and fears】
Daisuke dreams of the day when his village and comrades will be free from danger, it is the only thing that he has ever wanted. At the same time he fears the very same thing, for in a world where danger is non-existent he will no longer be needed. From his perspective his one purpose is to protect that which is important to him. Of course there is only one fear that surpasses the before mentioned example, that he will fail in protecting his comrades leading to their death or injury.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Daisuke’s style completely relies on his resilience and physical strength. Due to his massive body size it would be difficult for him to dodge attacks, instead he is forced to take the blows head on before counter striking. When someone is foolish enough to be caught within his range they will quickly be punished by his crushing strikes. His main goal in any battle is to garner the attention of as many enemies as possible, allowing any teammates breathing room and the ability to operate with as little danger as possible.
【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】
N/A
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
Doton: Swamp of the Underworld
B rank techniques:
Doton: Earth Style Wall
Doton: Rock Armour
C rank techniques:
Doton:Tearing Earth Turning Palm.
Doton: Ground Splitting Technique
Doton: Earth and Stone Dragon
Doton: Bedrock Coffin
D-E rank techniques:
Capable of all academy jutsu.
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Hammer of the Mountain
Rank:
B
Range:
Melee Distance/Striking Range.
Description:
The user channels chakra into their preferred hand, encasing it in stone, before striking at their opponent. The obvious advantage of this technique is that it possesses a great deal more physical damage to the object it hits, due to the combination of not only chakra enhancing the attack but also having a stone covering. The disadvantages are just as obvious, the attack is slower than a regular one would be, and it is also takes increased damage from Raiton based attacks
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Throwing weapons are useless in his hands, his immense bulk makes it so he is incapable of throwing them with anything resembling accuracy. All he carries are a few storage scrolls and a bingo book to keep well informed. |
47,692 | 1,294 | 16 | 1,787 | 2,152 | Yamato Minamoru, “Young Master”
“Watashi wa Kami, I am God.”
Yamato shot a glance at Aoi as she mocked him for 'attracting all the Kiri weirdo's' and even though he knew she was being sarcastic, he couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed. Maybe he'd quickly grow tired of trying to be sort of nice to this girl, and instead punt her all the way back across the ocean to Konohagakure. He was contemplating doing that exact thing, especially now that she was blabbering on about charging in whenever she was with Yamato and Tsukiko, well, he was totally prepared to punt her over an ocean if he had to.. His plan would be cut short, however, by a man entering the room. Aoi might've been impressed by the hologram, Yamato was more concerned with the man's lack of professionalism. It was pretty clear the man wasn't a shinobi, that much Yamato could infer from his dress style and.. well, general apathy towards his own safety. Then again, the entire fleet was on the ocean, so they were wide open to attack pretty much constantly. They must have some sort of safety set up here, maybe there was shinobi patrolling around the fleet at all times.
That said, Yamato simply looked at the hologram and listened intensely. This was his first combat mission believe it or not, all previous 'capture the criminal' missions, that wasn't combat, that was child's play compared to this. Now they were fighting shinobi's, people of equal skill and valor. People who could very well hurt Yamato, and members of his team. Ofcourse, he wasn't planning on that. I have Tsukiko, the jonin commander, right here with me. Aoi, despite her quirks, is a valuable ally. And myself.. I am Yamato, a prodigy of attack. Watashi wa Kami. I am God. We will bring this mission to an end, and we will do so without getting scratched, kicked, punched or hurt once. As he stood there, thinking to himself, he smiled at the thought of the coming battles. Finally it was time to earn a name, to earn valour, honour, glory for his family. To the others it'd seem like he was smiling at the man's explanation of the mission, which would be quite weird. Yamato didn't seem to care that much, however. He was perfectly fine smiling at his thoughts.
As the man left again, Yamato turned to his team and waited for Tsukiko to speak, but it seemed Aoi had different plans. She ran away instantly, not caring that much for whatever else could be said here, such as important things, or things that could save her life. Obviously Aoi was just as excited as Yamato, though she made sure to show it to everyone that would look at her to see it. As Aoi ran away Yamato looked at Tsukiko, wondering if she felt the same excitement for what was going to happen.
Tsukiko gave the 'move out' order shortly after, as expected, and Yamato followed suit. He was shortly behind her, going up to the deck again before running towards the edge of the ship. With one hand he grabbed the metal railing and swung his feet up, jumping over with ease. He trailed slightly behind Tsukiko, as he was taking it easy, but it wasn't enough to warrant any sort of waiting from their end. He'd catch up in a few rapid, far steps and was right beside them again. Tsukiko gave some more information, ofcourse, but it was information that Yamato had already understood. As such he simply told himself the information was for Aoi, so that he wouldn't get annoyed at Tsukiko for saying mundane things like 'we're not going home after this'.
“This new guy. He's just guiding us, isn't he? I'd prefer to do this mission with just us three. It'd be easier..” he half-asked, half-mumbled to Tsukiko. He wasn't looking forward to having another person in the group obviously, since it'd be more of a hassle to get accustomed to this new person than it would be to simply complete the mission. And guidance was all they needed, if even that. Tsukiko would probably be able to pinpoint the factory anyway. “Besides, I'm already gonna have enough on my hands trying to keep you two out of harms way..” he added quickly, because Yamato wouldn't be Yamato if he wasn't subtly insulting the others. Clearly it was sarcasm, he had faith in Aoi and Tsukiko, but the sarcastic joke likely wouldn't be amusing to anyone else but himself. And he was perfectly fine with that.
Yamato stopped at Tsukiko's command, after all he was quite good at following orders despite his rebellious and aggressive nature. Her idea was, perhaps, a bit useless, but it seemed like an acceptable thing to do. If anything it'd help them get past the shinobi that don't have sensory abilities. He formed some handseals, slowly because he wasn't really in need of it right now, and poofed away. When the smoke cleared, he stood there as a young man with a grim, dark look on his face. As if he'd just seen his family murdered a week ago and was now scrounging to get by and eat every day. His armor would be covered now, by a thick patchwork coat, that looked like it'd seen a few generations of usage.
As he looked upon Tsukiko's transformation he couldn't help himself. “Aren't you going to disguise yourself? You still look the same.” he said bitingly, laughing internally at the joke. He'd then face Aoi and wait to see what she'd come up with to disguise herself. Somehow the idea of playing Aoi's big brother didn't sit that well with him. He'd never done something like that, not even for Rei.
Saburo Uchiha, “Kimyōna”
Saburo followed Daisuke and Shin, as well as the man that was called 'Tento' apparently. Interesting name. He took out his notebook and started writing down key points of the man's speech. When he saw the map he quickly also drew up a small scale version of the map. It was missing details but it got the point across - entrypoints, windows, and surrounding buildings. After the introduction to the mission or objective, the man let again to get his crew ready. Daisuke started off right away, saying that Shin and Saburo probably had more time out in the field. This is where Saburo's instincts kicked in. He had a vast encyclopedia of facts in his mind, due to the 11th corps work he did, that allowed him access to a large amount of files and reports. For this mission he had specifically re-read Shin and Daisuke's files atleast five times in his spare time. That meant he couldn't control himself in this moment.
“You are factually correct Daisuke. During your time away from Konohagakure, due to your permitted leave to travel the world, Shin accrued approximately 264% of your field work hours. My own field work hours are inconsistent due to the large amount of classified 11th corps data in them, but I have plus minus 168% documented field work hours more than you. However, you being the leader is not just a formality. You have been chosen by Ayame Choko or her chosen representative to lead, so there must be a reason for that. Whether that reason is bureaucratic randomness or not is besides the point. You are the leader. Me and Shin will follow your orders. To the death.” He said it all with a smile, and he stated it all matter-of-factly, as if this information was known to anyone. And for the largest part, most of this information was readily available to the rest of the 11th corps members, so his understanding was that Shin and Daisuke also would've had access to these files. That was, ofcourse, not true. Moreover, his strange quirk showed again when he stressed he would follow orders to the death - Saburo was strangely prepared to die for the mission, and that began to show itself already.
Saburo nodded along when Daisuke gave his tactical insight to the team role division. Daisuke did seem like a bulky man that could take a few shots. Then again, nothing would stop him from dying to a stray powerful jutsu. He'd have to be careful regardless of what he did. Furthermore, his reading of Shin was accurate too Saburo imagined. “Hmm. I am a very good jutsu duelist, that's my specialty. However, ever since I got this..” he'd say, tapping on Madara's gunbai on his back, before continueing, “.. I am also able to fight defensively at close range. However, having three people at close range seems redundant. I'll hold back, and when I see an attack coming in, I will catch it with the Gunbai and use the Uchiha return to blow them away. Literally.”
He paused for a brief moment, looking awkwardly at Daisuke, before bowing slightly. “Is that okay with you, captain Daisuke-sama.” he said. The words were obviously said to give Daisuke some form of self confidence, and they weren't very convincing at that. Saburo had just thought that if Daisuke was more sure of his capabilities as a team leader, he'd do better and increase the chances of the mission succeeding. He wasn't doing this as a gesture of friendship and compassion, nor was it respect for the team leader. It was a calculated effort to raise the percentages of mission success through social working. It was all factual, calculated and based on educational theories in Saburo's head. But he lacked the social skills to make it come out genuine and honest. No, it sounded like he was a robot, trying to mimic human social skills. | Base character sheet below.
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Personnel files.
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【Full Name】
Character name
【Alias】
Nicknames and/or callsigns
【Age】
14+
【Sex】
Male/female/?
【Sexuality】
Self explanatory
【Birthplace】
Can be any village, canon preferably.
【Bloodline】
What bloodline is your character from?
【Rank】
Chūnin, unless permission was given for something else
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
How would your character behave? Ticks, behaviour in positive situations, neutral situations or negative situations, behavior in emotional situations?
【History】
How does the characters history relate to personality? General history to be told here as well. Can be organised into childhood years (0 to 6), base school years (6 to 10-14, depending on graduation year) and highschool years (10-14 to 14-18).
【Family ties】
Describe shortly what type of family your character grew up in, how the ties were and how this influenced him. After that fill in form below, for all family members of importance, living or dead.
Name | Relationship to character | Age, living place, profession and additional info
【Dreams and fears】
What does your character dream of achieving, and what does he fear in life? What are his hopes? Imagine this being extracted by a shinobi, what would he see?
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Describe shortly what your characters fighting style is.
【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】
Bloodline limit name:
'Sharingan' or 'Byakugan' or something fictional you made yourself.
Description:
Explain what the technique does, how it works and what the manifested kekkei genkai looks like both in use, and outside of use. For example, the sharingan in battle shows through tomoe in the eye. The byakugan manifests itself through white eyes. Not neccesarily limited to vision/eye based, such as the bone bloodline limit Kimimaro uses. Pretty obvious manifestations.
Strengths:
Describe your kekkei genkai's strengths here, what is it effective against? What is it power at currently?
Weaknesses:
Describe how your kekkei genkai can be overcome, advertently or inadvertently. Be reasonable.
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
Name no jutsu here.
B rank techniques:
Name no jutsu here.
C rank techniques:
Name no jutsu here.
D-E rank techniques:
Name no jutsu here.
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Be creative.
Rank:
If you'd have to rank this technique, what rank would it be? A, B, C, D or E?
Range:
At what range is this technique useful? You can measure this in 'long' 'medium' or 'short' but those are rather vague. If you want more depth, use a distance such as meters.
Description:
Describe the jutsu, how it works and what it looks like. Explain potential damage that can be done with it, and describe the weaknesses and strength of the jutsu. Be as clear as you can.
Repeat form for as many jutsu as you can create, within the rules.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Can be a term, i.e 'kunai' or it can be a self given name, i.e 'Revered Razor'.
Weapon, tool or object type:
What type of weapon, tool or object is this? Sword, axe, kunai, knife, blade, tanto. Omit if the weapon, tool or object name already designates this.
Description:
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“Watashi wa Kami, I am God.”
Yamato generally dresses in a decently fashionable apparel. He likes to wear t-shirts or sweatshirts with a jacket of sorts over it. Under that he usually wears chino's of varying color, although that differs day to day. He really only has 2 pairs of shoes, a pair of black slip ins and a pair of white slip ins. Attached to his belt is a blue apron style cloth, with on it the motto of the Minamoru clan, 'We wish to remain what we are.' A rather cryptic motto, but it's meaning is generally understood in the Minamoru clan. Above the motto is the emblem of the clan, a set of black stags antlers. But enough about his clothes, as these obviously change every day.
Yamato is defined as a handsome boy, having a chiseled jawline and somewhat skinny-looking cheeks. His nose bridge is quite thin, although not as if it were a stripe. Contrary to most with a thin nosebridge, his nostrils are also thin. Besides that he has no specific bone structure related characteristics. His eyes are a deep dark green, but not so dark that they can be mistaken for a grey-black colour. In accordance with genetics they are slightly slanted. His hair is black and relatively short, and is usually slicked back with hairgel, and then held in place with a blue bandana tied behind his head.
Yamato's body is 'normal' in terms of muscle and fat. He has some obviously defined muscled due to the nature of their schooling, as a normal shinobi is expected to keep up with his athletic properties. His arms are skinny, meaning that the muscles there are by nature more defined. Without flexing you could most likely see the muscles regardless. The same goes for his legs. His chest is not very broad nor does it extend towards the front due to musclemass. Regardless he does have some definition there, although you probably wouldn't see it very often due to his clothes.
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【Full Name】
Yamato Minamoru
【Alias】
Young Master
【Age】
16
【Gender】
Male
【Birthplace】
Konohagakure
【Bloodline】
Minamoru, a politically and economically influential clan
【Rank】
Chūnin
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Yamato's fighting style revolves entirely around the attack, offensiveness and taking down an opponent with hard hitting blows. Defense is almost nonexistant in his style, as he barely needs it. He is extremely resilient, as mentioned before, and as such he can take a lot of hits of any kind without showing signs of pain. Besides that, he is also someone who never, ever gives up. As such he will keep getting up even if he knows he cannot win - an admirable trait to some and a sign of stupidity to others. Another aspect of his style is courage, in the form of never being frightened. He is going to be the first to jump into battle and he's going to do so with an aggression bound to shake hearts and silence voices.
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
B rank techniques:
Katon: Great Fire Destruction
C rank techniques:
Great Fireball Technique
D-E rank techniques:
* The basic jutsu
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Katon: Fists of a Tiger
Rank:
A
Range:
Very close range, as it is nintaijutsu.
Description:
The technique begins by creating a short series of seals ended by a Tiger seal. After this the user flicks his wrists and they are set ablaze. Not yet taking a shape the user must focus the chakra around this area for a short period, in the case of Yamato a second or two. After this is done the fire becomes hotter, akin to a bunsenburner in heat, and the fire will take the color blue as a result. The resulting heat is enough to roast skin even if it's not touching the fire, and enough to severely burn anyone that gets in direct contact with the flames, enough to cause third degree (yes, that hot) burns when you get directly hit by a punch of this technique. Anyone standing nearby Yamato will feel the heat emenating off of the boy, whether they are friend or foe, before he leaps into the battle. The fire takes the shape of a lions head, akin to the two guarding lions that stand outside most wealthy places or places of public interest.
The technique might also be used on the feet, although in that case the overall strength of the technique would be toned down because it would sap away chakra from the fists. In this case, the fists would still take form of a tiger, but the fire around the feet wouldn't.
Jutsu name:
Katon: Yaoku's Revenge
Rank:
A
Range:
Short to medium range
Description:
Yaoku's Revenge sets the user ablaze for a short time, appearing to others as an explosion. In reality it works as a distraction, while the user cocks his hand back which is then lit ablaze. The single hand will be heated up so much, that it overpowers even the Fists of a Tiger technique, heating up to the extent where it will be able to melt both skin, muscle and bone. The intensity of the technique requires so much chakra that it is pretty much a one shot option only. After the required heat is reached, a matter of seconds for a prodigy like Yamato, the user lunges forwards through the explosion he caused himself and launched his fist into the enemy, melting skin first, then fat and muscle, and finally bone before the hand cools down. If used effectively, and the hit connects, it will be a one shot kill on even the most brutal enemies. But it requires accuracy, something that is often lacking when an enemy is moving around, and also because the explosion caused by Yamato would obscure his vision. Besides that the large chakra cost means it's a last effort before he'd have to retreat from the fight, something that Yamato could obviously never do.
Jutsu name:
Katon: Fiery Bind
Rank:
B
Range:
10m in front of Yamato.
Description:
To be used in conjuction with the Yaoku's revenge technique, but useable on it's own too. This technique is not neccesarily a fighting technique, the sole technique in Yamato's arsenal that isn't focussed 100% on the offense. However it is used as a runner up to a very offensive move. After forming a boar and tiger seal, the user holds the tiger seal while a set of 2 fiery hands emerge from his back, quickly coming out at a rapid speed. These hands will head for the enemy almost instinctively, and grab the enemy by the arm. Once grabbed it will be virtually impossible to get out lest you have a teammate that is able to free you or you work out a genius way to break free. Because the hands are made of flames you will receive slight burning although the burns will not be harmful whatsoever, akin to a D rank fire jutsu if not less harmful. The true fear you should have.. is the follow up jutsu.
There is a slight reaction time between being grabbed and the start of the technique, around 1.5 seconds, but dodging will only end up causing the hands to chase you for a longer time. The only true escape is to get out of the 10 meter mark, but that will be hard with just 1.5 second to escape. It's possible for ninja's with above average jutsu, however. Another weakness, aside from it's length, is it's weakness to both water and earth defensive jutsu, such as the earthen walls or the water techniques that send out half an ocean. Using wind or fire against these hands is nearly useless, matter of fact it's counter productive because adding more fire to the arms will have no effect, while using wind based jutsu on them will fuel the flames, speeding them up even more. Electrical jutsu are useless, too, because electricity will go through the hands. An extraordinarily fast shinobi (read: faster than Yamato) will be able to dodge the hands initially and then attack quickly after if he times it right, because attacking Yamato and forcing him to release the tiger seal will stop the jutsu. However, if Yamato moves but still holds the seal, the jutsu will continue.
Jutsu name:
Fuuton: Augmented Fists of the Fire-tiger
Rank:
B
Range:
N/A
Description:
Technically not a technique on it's own, but still classified as one, the user will not have to form any seals, instead he simply has to augment fuuton chakra in his fists and release it into his fists of the tiger jutsu. Due to Fuuton acting as 'fuel' (fuel for fire is oxygen, a source and burnable material) the fire will begin to burn even hotter, turning the fire blue and causing the area it's used in to appear 'darker' or closer to nightfall. This is due to the bright source of light making the environments appear darker than they really are simply because of the contrast or difference in lightsources. Even on a blue sky, clear lit day it will appear as if it were 00:00 midnight. The fists of the Fire-tiger will burn so hot, the radius at which the heat can be felt greatly expands and even those standing close to Yamato during the usage of this will feel uncomfortably warm, and if they stay near long enough, might begin getting a serious sunburn. The main effect also increases, still holding onto the 3rd degree burns upon connecting a hit, but adding in the additional fuuton element of a highly increased knockback, too. You will go flying most definetely when you get hit by this augmented technique, sending lighter opponents up to 100m away and heavy, fat opponents at a weight of 200kg about 30 meters.
There is no real weakness to this technique, as it's not really a technique to begin with but more so an augmentation or reinforcement of another. As such, weaknesses of the Fists of the Tiger still exist, such as suiton jutsu or defensive doton jutsu. Even so, the usage of this extra fuuton jutsu will allow the user to simply brute-force his way past many of these jutsu anyway, most notably doton. Suiton will always be a problem for fire users and this technique is no exception.
Jutsu name:
Katon: Remain as we are
Rank:
B
Range:
5 meter
Description:
This technique is a secret trump card held in high regard by the Minamoru clan. Not many outside of the clan know of it, because it's a rather rough technique on both the victim and the user. The users can begin this technique by forming the Tiger seal, after which it cannot be stopped anymore. The user envelops themself in flames, starting out akin to any other fire technique and indistinguishable at this time, looking rather harmless. However this all leads to an explosion. An explosion of the user itself into fiery death. In essence it's a fiery suicide technique that will blow up the user plus anything within 1.5m of the technique, and will damage anything up to 5m around the technique. The bad side? If you use this technique you die.
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Yamato is a bright young man, widely regarded in Konohagakure as a prodigy of attack. This is seen in his psyche as well, as the boy has shown aggressive and violent tendencies from time. Some would call it a short fuse.. and others call it being a thug in the making. Regardless of which is true, the boy also has shown impeccable resilience, stead fastiness and a healthy dose of respect for tradition. Rumour within the Minamoru clan has said this is due to the amount of training that got instilled into him at an early age, and that he instills into himself daily even still. The boy also hates kekkei genkai for one reason or another, a sentiment shared by the entire clan, and some radicals even go so far as to wish those with a kekkei genkai dead.
Yamato is a good student, and gets very good grades compared to those in the same years as him. He has shown a talent for, how could it be anything else, taijutsu and nintaijutsu, focussing especially on the offensive. This goes well with his aggressive nature and he is known to be able to take down opponents in a matter of seconds, although his defense is less than average. Despite attempts to convince him, his resilience has proven that fruitless. Then again, the boy is a prodigy and nobody has been able to prove that the boy might need a defense as well. This has affected his personality in a more or less negative way, although that is open to interpretation. The boy is somewhat arrogant, and while he wouldn't boast about his skills, he is fully aware of his status as a prodigy. This has given him the idea that he is above everyone else, and he has remained to keep this idea as he's been unhindered by anyone who could prove him wrong.
【History】
Yamato's childhood years were essentially a calmth before the storm. He spent his first four years as most children his age did - calmly in the arms of his mother, and playing outside. Then at the age of four, his father decided that it was time for him to become ready. Determined to make the clan greater than it already was, he hired a teacher who was to teach Yamato the basics about being a shinobi. No, he didn't learn any techniques, but learnt the mental side of shinobi's, namely rules, history and things you needed to know. This affected his school career indirectly as he had more background knowledge than most when he entered base school. During his time at base school he had interest in making friends and preferred to learn techniques, practice taijutsu or throwing and fighting with kunai and shuriken. He often sparred with others, showing of his tenacious and aggressive nature in these matches. He often ended up fighting kids that were bigger and older, beginning to make a name for himself. He became a genin at the age of 12 like most others and went on to attend the high school to become a chunin.
During high school years he maintained a very steady level of training, to maintain his position within the clan which had grown by now. He became, more or less, the pride of his clan and family, and went unrivaled within the clan. In highschool he maintained a same degree of authority, although there were those that had problems with it, he found that he barely had any problems maintaining his position as the people that objected were often not even close to his level of mastery. Although this makes him sound like a hard ass, all he wanted was for people to more or less leave him alone. The only people he could really get along with in a semi-friendly way was his former genin team, which was still centralized for the most part.
As for the hatred of people with kekkei genkai, it stems from the preconceived notion that people with kekkei genkai seem to think themselves special, untouchable or even godlike, and when you pair that with historical events focussing around kekkei genkai and being mostly negative, it results in a hatred that is widespread amongst this clan, which has seen it's fair share of bad luck to do with kekkei genkai during the centuries. Besides that Yamato is of the opinion that he could beat a kekkei genkai easily through strength and a superior will to work for something.
【Family ties】
Yamatos family was rather normal, if you keep in mind that he grew up with a family that was not only his father and mother but also included close relatives of those people. Given that his father is the clan head, he has always felt like the entire clan was his family, and not just his father and mother. As such he always felt a great drive to do well, for the honor of the clan. Furthermore the birth of his younger sister when he was 2 added to his drive as he was under the pretense that he'd get to, or even have to, teach her.
Reijo Minamoru | Father | 42, Konohagakure, although often away on bussiness, politician and economist, it's said he has a pair of mistresses in any city.
Mika Minamoru | Mother | 36, Konohagakure, restaurant owner and part time mother, she is a hard worker who never complains. Atleast she likes to think so.
Rei Minamoru | Sister | 14, Konohagakure, student at the highschool, 2nd year. Popular girl, but unlike Yamato she finds practicing boring and she'd rather spend her time away from home with friends.
【Dreams and fears】
Yamato secretly dreams of a world where there are no kekkei genkai as this would, in his eyes, greatly reduce conflict. Furthermore he dreams of making the Minamoru clan even greater than his father did, to outdo him in something that his father was already very good at. As for fears, Yamato fears causing death and dishonor to the clan, which goes without saying. Besides that he also fears losing respect from the clan and, to a lesser degree, to his classmates.
“Quit lazyin' about and get to work!”
Mika is a beautiful young lady, providing yet another sharp contrast within the Minamoru when you compare her against Reijo, the father. She has beautiful fair skin and a lovely blonde hair colour, that glistens in the sun when it shines on it.
Her dress style accentuates her body, which has curves in the right places. Her hourglass figure shines through especially well since she wears tight fitting tanktops and flowery skirts underneath - although this accentuation is more by accident than by choice.
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【Full Name】
Mika Minamoru
【Alias】
“Misses Minamoru” to employees, Mimi to close friends
【Age】
36
【Sex】
Female
【Sexuality】
Bisexual, although she's technically married.
【Birthplace】
Konohagakure
【Bloodline】
Shozen
【Rank】
Restaurant manager
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Mika can be a very friendly lady, although a bit stern when she's busy managing the restaurant. Employees will need to quickly adjust to her ordering people around if they work for her. She doesn't allow complaining because after all she's paying you a fair wage. Or atleast, she likes to think she does - the unfair competition level in the area (basically none) allows her to pay whatever she wants essentially.
Towards her children she's very friendly, as long as Yamato's at home. At work, he's just another employee. Rei is her special darling who she treats very well, always kind and caring, asking about her day and giving her some extra pocket money. She's learned long ago that Yamato isn't interested in the small talk that Mika herself absolutely loves, so she's stopped asking him about his day and only talks about serious matters with him such as clan affairs and other such trivialities.
【History】
Mika wasn't exactly born into this life, as she was just another middle class kid in a middle class neighbourhood. As she grew older she started going out with friends and this is where she met Reijo - a tough, streetsmarts man that seemed to get attention from everyone. Not knowing who she was she ignored him at first, which only made him more dedicated to getting her. After all he was used to being served at his own leisure, getting what he wanted. And what he couldn't get was exactly what he wanted. For some time he chased her, buying her gifts and such before she gave in and they got married. For a year they were happily married and they produced a child together that they named Yamato. Unknown to them Yamato was destined to great things. For some time after that she was still 'his prize' that he loved dearly but he slowly lost interest as the Yakuza lifestyle is a fast one and he got attention from other girls that he liked better.
Mika was left, married and unable to divorce because it'd tear the family apart. By then Reihana had been born as well and she poured the love that she had had for her husband Reijo into her new child Reihana. Reijo didn't seem to care much and Mika had a pleasant life with all her stuffs paid for - Reijo maybe didn't love her like he used to, he did still care about her and his family so he spent money on them as if they were the most important thing in the world. Ever since then she's just been a mother of 2, a wife by force and a restaurant owner because she needed to do something with her spare time after Rei and Yamato were both old enough to take care of themselves.
“Oh, this suit? The Shadow Clothier of Sunagakure made it using his special jutsu. It's nothing.”
For his age, Reijo looks relatively young. This can be explained through the illicit black market trade in Senju DNA. Not just any DNA mind you, DNA that is said to be of Hashirama himself, and that was genetically engineered to sustain life. While it isn't proven to make you immortal, or even make your life longer by even a year (there's a lot of fake DNA going around) it does help make you look younger. For that reason a lot of.. ladies of satin sheets.. invest in it using two years worth of wages to look younger.
Being rich, Reijo has also been able to afford it. As such he looks younger, much much younger, than his actual age. Reijo wears a lot of suits given his position in bussiness, politics and his underworld criminal career. Besides, suits look good on him, you can't deny that. The man is a scumbag but he's a good looking scumbag.
Personnel files.
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【Full Name】
Reijo Minamoru
【Alias】
“Mr. Minamoru” for bussiness contacts, “Mr. White Lily” for Yakuza underlings.
【Age】
42
【Sex】
Male
【Sexuality】
Heterosexual, as proven by the many affairs he has.
【Birthplace】
Konohagakure
【Bloodline】
Minamoru
【Rank】
Director of Minamoru Enterprises, spokesman for the Financial Interest group political movement and head of the local, large scale operating White Lilies Yakuza group.
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Reijo is a man that believes that big fish eat small fish - he takes all the chances he gets whenever he is presented an opportunity to make money or start a new bussiness that can make money for him - he's long since stopped being directly involved to stop the Konohagakure Police from tracing the illegal activities all the way back to him, ensuring there are ringleaders, underbosses and fake bosses under him that would catch the blame if anyone is caught. And anyone knows.. if you cross mr. White Lily you'll find a white lily on your pillow, which will turn red afterwards, and not through alchemy but using your blood. Sort of like finding a horse head on your bed - although that's much too bloody and way too much work.
He can be compassionate and friendly even when dealing with the opposite sex, but is very territorial and aggressive when dealing with the same sex as him - men will often face a different treatment. This has been passed onto Yamato, although Yamato doesn't make a big difference between whether or not someone is a woman or not.
【History】
Reijo comes from a long line of Minamoru criminal masterminds that have carved out an empire for him - he merely perfected it and tripled the clan income, taking down 2 other Yakuza clans in the village in the mean time and assimilating them. Not to say that they are the most powerful nowadays - there are still many other Yakuza groups and clans in the village that the White Lilies simply can't take down. But Reijo's respect for tradition and the like have prevented him from attacking them - they operate with a peace mandate that is only to be broken when someone acts outside of their turfs.
As he rose to power one of the first things he did was end a long lasting feud with the Red Crows, a group headed by an Uchiha who claims to be a descendant from Itachi himself, a bold claim that is false according to most but they're a powerful faction. As a result of this peace he was allowed to build up a power base, raising the income and recruiting many of the ronin who had escaped the samurai castles that were closing themselves off of foreign influences for fear of technology. These ronin proved to be useful when the Red Crows attacked again, betraying the White Lilies and attacking them right at the heart - the White Lily compound in Smalltown. The ronin were barely recruited for a week when they were forced to fight these enemies, who hadn't anticipated swordmen with chakra capabilities - needless to say they all died and Reijo assimilated the Red Crows. The rest is history!
【Clan Name】
Minamoru-shi
【Customs】
The Minamoru used to be very traditional, and they still are, holding onto values of old. Although as every other clan they have to grow with the times, and as such many customs have become merely symbolical and don't actually hold much significance. These customs are almost always on par with that of the other clans, since the clan is not much different from the others.
【Special Traits】
Specific traits inherited by being part of the clan. This can be Kekkei Genkai, privileges, recognized talents, etc. What makes each individual unique out of their culture.
【Influences】
The Minamoru influence on Konohagakure is very, very big. Some of it is subtle, such as underground influences due to the Yakuza affiliations they have, or rather.. the fact that they lead one of the three largest Yakuza groups in Konohagakure, and deal in things like Senju DNA, Sharingan black trade (rare) or even the drug trade. Their affiliations in this field are obvious to those involved, but to the outside world, it seems completely preposterous that the Minamoru, a powerful and high 'n mighty clan is involved in this.
Besides that they are a huge economical influence because they own more or less 60% of all of Konoha's economical centre with Minamoru Enterprises. The remaining 40% is, thankfully for Konoha, not theirs since the other Yakuza groups are trying hard to wrangle control away from them. The fact that they own most of the economical centre should probably say enough about their economical influence but this is not to say that all this money flows directly into the pockets of the Minamoru clan - bribes, wages, etcetera all is paid from these funds.
Finally the political aspect of the clan, which is not as big as it's underground or economical influence. Never the less it's still present - the fact that the Minamoru are a shinobi clan in essence (though, that is debateable very much so) gives them a small influence, and their alliances with other clans, as well as their feuds with some of the others, are a reason that they are politically well regarded, though not as high as the Hyuga or the Uchiha, or even the Uzumaki's although those have recently been more forthcoming towards the Minamoru.
【Relations】
Naito - the Naito clan is one of the clans that the Minamoru have been feuding with for the longest time. The feud started about 200 years ago, when both the Minamoru and the Naito were relatively new to Konoha. Ever since it's been dubbed the Feud of the Tiger and the Dogs. The long standing feud hasn't subsided just yet as members of this clan frequently clash - be it with words, swords, or politics.
Reikan - the most recent addition to the Minamoru's list of allies, Luscious and Reijo have brokered an alliance between the two despite the fact that the Reikan's are a clan with a kekkei genkai prominently on display. It seems that, to Reijo, the main reason for the alliance was to secure security in case the Uchiha, Hyuga or Naito try anything.
【History】
The Minamoru clan was founded quite recently compared to the other clans such as the Uchiha or the Hyuga. They were not part of the original founding clans, and migrated later as a result of economical changes. They weren't originally shinobi but quickly managed to adapt into a Shinobi clan effortlessly. They were comprised of highly driven individuals that wished to become the greatest at, more or less, whatever they attempted. It didn't always succeed, actually, more often than not, but you only need to give one glance to the current status of the clan to see how far they kicked it in those 200 years, compared to the Uchiha.
Never the less they don't quite fit into Konoha - they are not so much underhanded, and wouldn't do anything to directly harm Konoha, but they are very self centered and do anything they do for the clan or themselves, not for Konoha. Konoha is simply a means to an end for them. Never the less a feeling of pride and honour is also common place in the clan so Konoha needn't worry about the Minamoru betraying them. They do what they do for themselves, or atleast so they say, but deep down most of the Minamoru are quite self sacrificial, especially the shinobi. Those that aren't in the shinobi trade are often a whole different breed of people, mostly simply normal people and civilians.
In short, that means they have a tough skin, cussing, feuding, and appear somewhat rude and cold. Underneath that however are people that deeply respect tradition, hierarchy and self sacrifice. They might not show it but it's definetely there.
Moving on, they also don't fit Konoha because they are very outspoken against kekkei genkai - and sadly for Konoha (or the Minamoru's, depending on who you ask) there are plenty of clans with kekkei genkai's. This has been reason for them to be a bit of an outcast-clan compared to others, distancing themselves from main Konoha, living outside the village.
Up until the mid-years, between Sarada and Boruto's births, and current situation, they were insignificant, standard fodder clans. However it was then that they broke through with the arrival of the ronin, that fueled the underground Yakuza operations that some of the Minamoru were involved in. Due to this they suddenly raised in power unexplainedly, gaining more funds to further their political influence and economical presence. It didn't take long before Reijo took over 40-so years later, and furthered that all even more, expanding their influences rather rapidly.
“I hope the sage of the six paths has blessed your day, connoting my fondness for you by wishing you a nice day, my very nice and friendly, superior friend, otherwise known as the honorific of 'senpai'!”
Saburo has typical Uchiha features, namely the black hair, black eyes and the somewhat sleek, average length hair. However he does not look like he suffers from the Curse of Hatred like those before him. Perhaps that's because the cycle was broken by Sasuke and Naruto a long time ago. Never the less, this doesn't mean that he doesn't know hatred, or anything like that. He simply looks nicer than the pictures in the history books show of the Uchiha.
Saburo has a pretty round face, with a similarily rounded chin. His jawline isn't anything special, and neither is his face. If anything he looks noticeably average, able to blend in with most crowds as long as he covers himself when he uses the sharingan.
Body wise he's fit, and looks like he works out from time to time although it isn't anything over the top. He's got some definition in his abs but no six pack, and the same goes for his arms and legs. There's nothing there noticeably worth gawking at but you can tell he's a shinobi and that he does hard work.
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【Full Name】
Saburo Uchiha
【Alias】
“Kimyōna” meaning 'weird'.
【Age】
16
【Sex】
Male
【Sexuality】
Heterosexual - too unsocial to realise what are avances and what aren't, however, so if a guy is hitting on him he'd mistake it for friendliness.
【Birthplace】
Konohagakure.
【Bloodline】
Uchiha
【Rank】
Chunin
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Personality? What is that? Saburo has little to no personality, making him a pretty strange kid. He can be somewhat of a loner, but not by choice. He's simply very awkward to be around due to his past. Never the less he does try to make friends. That doesn't always work in his favor.
He's very strange in the way he talks, often talking in very long sentences to explain what he means by something, even though it's perfectly clear to begin with. A simple thing to say, such as have a nice day, can turn into a full conversation for Saburo. As such most people tend to avoid him, although now that he's going to be placed in teams, they'll have a hard time doing that.
Once you get to know Saburo it'll become apparent that Saburo is actually really friendly, and just has a funny way of wording this. As such he'd be a proper friend to you if one just gives him a chance, but he doesn't see that happen soon. Never the less he will keep trying, because he realizes he is bad at the social things.
Besides his obvious strange social tendencies he is actually quite a fan of 'fun' and as such he loves dancing and parties. Not that he's good at these but he does enjoy doing them while looking like a fool.
【History】
Saburo was part of the few family of Uchiha that survived the tide of time. He spent his early years (0-4) in the company of his mother, Hajira and his father, Chonzo. He was an only child and his father and mother were never really around due to conflicting timetables (they were present largely on school times, and gone during free hours). As a result Saburo took an interest to books where he'd read numerous saga's on end, versing himself well in the history of Naruto, Sasuke and others. Especially Sasuke was interesting because he shared a clan with the man.
Never the less he couldn't agree with Sasuke's motives, after all you cannot do something solely for revenge, as it'd create only more revenge. As such he created a vision for himself that he wishes to further through association with several gifted minds like Ayame and Fujitora Choko. At the current stages of his life his vision remains blurred and uncertain, but the psychological department is sure they can retrieve the better details of this vision later.
In the academy stages of his life the boy excelled in his class, but was taken away from the academy early on by his parents, and was placed under the care of the 11th corp, a special intelligence and special ops corps of the Konoha ANBU. He spent his years here isolated from the rest of Konoha, and essentially merely went to school, went to his room, ate and drunk and trained, before going to school again.
There was little else to do when you're part of a secret corps of shinobi that are expected to be the best they can be. This isn't to say that Saburo is exceptionally strong, because he isn't. He's just about your average shinobi, however he has a set of specialised experiences that make him invaluable in takedown situations, as well as intelligence gathering. A keen eye and a good technique go a long way.
After serving under the 11th corp for some time, he was honorably discharged once it became clear that Saburo wasn't a perfect fit with their methods. He was pushed back into the 'real' world and left to his own devices as he got a spot as a chunin amongst the regular forces.
【Family ties】
Saburo has had a childhood without many interferences from his parents, and he's come to see his corp 11 teachers as his 'parents' and sometimes even denotes them as such. He holds no grudge to his real father and mother however, as they were part of the ANBU and had little choice other than to be busy a lot.
Hajira Uchiha | Mother | 43, Konohagakure, ex-ANBU, school teacher currently that works at the academy.
Chonzo Uchiha | Father | 46, Konohagakure, ex-ANBU, deceased currently.
【Dreams and fears】
Saburo has a strange dream, in that he wishes to obtain the Rinnegan simply to experience what it'd be like to have it, and to know what it can do. An almost unobtainable dream, however.
He fears the Downfall of Konoha as much as the next, but he's extremely fearful of it because as part of the 11th corp he knows more than others, especially of historical cases where Konoha has nearly been destroyed without anyone taking notice, leaving it to the 11th corp to take down the threats.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Saburo is an able bodied fighter, that uses a mixture of tools (shuriken, senbon, kunai) and ninjutsu to duel with his enemies. He's particularily strong in the field of ninjutsu with an affinity for fire and earth, though he hasn't learned any earth techniques yet. His style is mostly a ninjutsu-dueling style where he prefers to keep a medium distance to use ninjutsu and tools, rather than a close up combat style, however his training allows him to effectively do both of them if the need arises.
【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】
Bloodline limit name:
Sharingan, 3 tomoe.
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
Hāremu no Jutsu
B rank techniques:
KATON: Great Dragon Fire
Genjutsu: Sharingan
C rank techniques:
KATON: Gokakyu no Jutsu.
KATON: Phoenix Sage Fire Technique
D-E rank techniques:
OIROKE: Onnanoko Dōshi no Jutsu
OIROKE: Pōrudansu ando Naisu Bodī no jutsu
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Chokuto.
Description:
The chokuto is very basic and cuts just as well as an average kunai. It doesn't offer chakra flow through it so it's impossible to enflame it, or anything of the sorts..
“A great fireball to a needle, something just as lethal.”
Ayame is an appealing girl, somewhat above average in looks but with an appealing charm. She has no overly defining features, aside from her relatively large eyes, which eyeball those around her carefully. Her eyes are dark in color, a mixture of dark blue aking to a deep ocean, and grey like the rain she so often enjoys. It's essentially impossible to narrow down her eye color, as they shift with the lighting. In dark lighting her eyes seem greyish, in proper lighting such as the sun her eyes are a deep dark blue. It matters little to Ayame. Her chin is pointed, and her jawline is rounded. Her noise is pointy but thin, with a relatively average sized nose bridge, although 'average' is all a matter of perspective.
Her frame is petite, with relatively small breast size, narrow build and a hourglass figure as she is small in the waist, then wider in the hip area. She doesn't put in any effort to accentuate this, if it happens it happens. Her slender figure means she easily gets definition in her muscles, meaning that her arms eye muscled, although very lightly so. Her legs have definition too, but not as much as her arms. Her arms are relatively thin, too. Her legs are slightly more thick, especially her calves, from the running around she has to do on orders of the Hokage.
As for her hair, she is originally a blonde but she's known to dye her hair frequently with self made dying colors. Currently her hair is black, but it's bound to change soon. It is very easy to pick colors when you have shadow clones to practice on. Her hair is often tied up into 2 'ponytails' of sorts at the side, akin to the reference picture a intel. shinobi managed to snap of her during a fake date. We have no idea how he managed to escape once it became clear that he was not interested in her - rumour has it he is still hiding.
Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Ayame Choko
【Alias】
the Sewstress
【Age】
26
【Sex】
Female
【Sexuality】
Heterosexual
【Birthplace】
Amegakure
【Bloodline】
Choko, although her lineage is doubted by some
【Rank】
Jonin, Hokages Assistant
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Ayame is a rather friendly person, although her sincerity is often doubted. She believes that there is always a catch to anything people do, which she doesn't deem a neccesarily bad thing since that's how the world works. As such she is generally rather skeptic of people doing things for her, or behaving nicely towards her. To her, anyone will always want something, whether that's a favor, a good work environment or even just giving yourself a nice feeling since you were being nice to someone. As such she has come to accept this and even work with it, ensuring herself that it is okay to be friendly to everyone simply to achieve a nice working environment. Regardless of whether she is gratifying herself or is genuinely interested in who she talks to she'll maintain a 'nice face' as it's called and smile.
In a neutral situation, with say a politician or a foreign envoy, she'd be formal and respectful, making sure to follow procedures such as bowing and use of words. She would hold herself back a bit more and remain in the back, not speaking often, although that has more to do with her assisting position rather than her timid nature in these situation - she can be friendly, angry or pushy in the neutral situations if she has to.
In negative situations such as combat or when she hears of a setback that is not so close to her, she'll often remain rather calm, as her position as assistant and jonin demands her to be calm and calculating. In battle she is often more prone to bouts of anger, as naturally expected in battle, although she'd do her best to keep it in check if there are students with her. When fighting solo she simply lets go, since she doesn't have to fear for anyone taking on these traits as weakness or a strength that they need to replicate since she believes everyones reactions to battle are their own and need not be forced upon them.
In emotional situations such as death or a personal setback, or perhaps a more positive one such as pregnancy or promotion/graduation of a familiar person, she's prone to bouts of emotional crying, whether crying of sadness or happiness. She's not afraid to let go and doesn't seem to mind others seeing her.
【History】
When Ayame was born, she was mothered and fathered by her parents in Amegakure. She had an older brother who was 10 years older, Fujitora, who she got along with pretty well. In base school she wasn't a very.. good student. She spent her time practicing, but she barely achieved average grades in jutsu and taijutsu, being much too frail for the latter and simply not being very good at the former. She passed her test.. barely. Only in highschool did she really accomplish bigger feats and did she earn the nickname of the Sewstress. She was very able to use senbon and a large sword that was named, how could it be called anything else, dai-senbon, or great senbon. She was able to hit a mark with senbon at a 100m distance at first, and accurately hit them in vital areas. She gradually and quickly extended the range to even greater distance, never losing accuracy. As an added feature she dabbled in poisonry and found out she had an affinity for it, too. That and her relatively good swordsmanship with the dai senbon meant she had found a way to become a proper shinobi, and a good one too. The remainder of her years in highschool were spent focussing on these skills, leaving any jutsu and taijutsu to the others.
After graduation she, her brother and father decided to move to Konohagakure after the mass introduction of technology took place and prices started fluctuating, as well as a loss of income for the family. In the same timeperiod their mother passed as a result of a brain tumor, only adding to the reasons of wanting to move away from Amegakure. They got to Konohagakure hoping to find a more suitable job, which was achieved for both Ayame and Fujitora as Ayame went on to become a Hokages' assistant and Fujitora became the jonin commander of Konohagakure.
【Family ties】
Ayame's family was rather loving, average in most aspects. An untimely death of the mother led to a migration of homes, and a slight destabilization of the home environment but after that things returned to normal rapidly.
Akinero Choko | Father | 61, Konohagakure, retiree. Lives in an appartment of his own where he plays a lot of chess with neighbours.
Mori Choko | Mother | 53, Amegakure, deceased. Rests in a tomb on the Amegakure graveyard, which is adorned with a large tombstone.
Fujitora Choko | Brother | 35, Konohagakure, jonin commander. Best friend and biggest rival to Ayame.
【Dreams and fears】
Ayame dreams of a more peaceful world, although that is rather cliché she seems to think it's essentially impossible to achieve. The world is already quite peaceful, but small conflicts are boiling up, old feuds as well. Hoping to eradicate these too, she pushes the Hokage to support the police departments around Konoha more, and to allow jonins more freedom in helping them too.
Besides that she also dreams of getting married one day, or at the very least have a boyfriend. But boys are stupid.
She fears losing her family, most visibly her brother whom she loves dearly. That is a rather common fear, but she has more. She also fears growing old, becoming wrinkled and ugly and losing her appeal to others. To counter this she takes self made tonics that work against it, although there's only so much you can do.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Ayame focusses on a versatile but highly accurate style of fighting using senbon to take down primary targets, along with poison to do the work if she can't manage to kill the target before he flees. Lower prioritized targets get the pleasure of being skewered with her dai senbon, a very sharply pointed sword that is able to pierce through most armors with no trouble, although it's not as effective when uesd for cutting - as expected of a gigantic needle.
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Senbon Art: Senbon Rain
Rank:
B
Range:
A circle with a diameter of 50m.
Description:
Grabbing a lot of senbon, she throws them into the air after which they fly quite high. After that the senbon will begin falling down from an extremely high altitude, giving them speed. The result is a storm of senbon falling down around her, falling everywhere except for her own position due to the high amount of skill she has in this technique. The senbon are most likely not coated in poison, given the difficulty of concocting new poison and the expensiveness of these poisons - these are reserved for high priority targets.
Jutsu name:
Senbon Art: Senbon Coffin technique
Rank:
A
Range:
A single target, targeted at a max range of 10m.
Description:
The jutsu is one of the few jutsu that Ayame can perform that require chakra, although in a less direct way than you'd expect. She forms the tiger seal after which she augments chakra in her legs and feet, making her somewhat faster akin to the body flicker technique. What follows is a storm of senbon coming at a target from all sides, seemingly from random places as if they simply appear out of thin air and fly towards the targets at an extremely high speed.
In reality what happens is, using her heightened speed she will 'body flicker' towards spots around the target, throwing senbon as she goes and doing this at such a high speed that it appears as if all these senbon (usually +- 30 senbon) are thrown at once from numerous positions. Depending on the targets these senbon may or may not be poisoned. This technique is quite deadly, however it can be avoided by moving, as even though Ayame is quite skilled, it remains hard for anyone to accurately hit lethal places on a human body whilst they and yourself are moving, and a senbon is only really deadly if aimed extremely accurately for these positions.
Jutsu name:
Dai Senbon: Sewing Dance
Rank:
A
Range:
An area within a circle with a diameter of +- 25m around the user.
Description:
Attaching an entire spool of chakra string to the dai senbon's end circle/handle, the user throws the senbon towards a target and using the chakra string (s)he will be able to steer the dai senbon as long as the user has chakra or the chakra string remains attached. The dai senbon will maintain speed, and the generally 'semi invisible' chakra string will lead to this technique possibly being mistaken for a wind technique - it's more to do with chakra control and the chakra string.
The technique, while rudimentary, has shown to be very capable and in previous battles has sown together a grand total of 5 enemies in a single usage of the technique, lining them all together and, depending on where they were hit, being incapacitated or dead.
Jutsu name:
Senbon Art: Split Needles Poisoning
Rank:
S
Range:
Any range.
Description:
Ayame's trump card, this technique is only possible because all of her needles are infused with some of her chakra, which is done pre-battle. In short: this technique splits the needles into a million tiny different particles of whatever material the needle is made of by imploding it, forcing it to 'explode' and form a cloud of (metal and poisonous) dust. A rather harmless technique if done on a single senbon, but given that Ayame is very skilled in senbon usage, the technique can be done on a lot of senbon at once.
The technique is usually preceded by throwing a very large amount of senbon at a target, until the user is satisfied with the amount of senbon stuck in the targets' body. If the poison weren't enough to absolutely destroy the target, the technique will. After this three seals are formed and the dormant chakra in the senbon will be activated, forcing the senbon to explode into particles - the parts of senbon outside the body (sticking out a wound) will explode into an inhaleable cloud of metal and poison dust, and given the proximity to the user it will be physically impossible to get away without inhaling atleast some of it. The part of the senbon stuck inside the wound will also explode, sending metal particles into the open wound, and given the fact that there are no doubt blood vessels close by, sending poisonous metal shards into the blood stream, essentially poisoning the target at a very fast rate, meanwhile also cutting up the insides of a target. The more senbon are stuck inside a target, the quicker death will come.
Besides the obvious implications of this technique, it only gets worse when combined with senbon guiding - the chakra still left in the senbon particles would be enough for chakra guiding the senbon much as one would divert a kunai that you've thrown. Guiding the particles, it is possible to lacerate one's innards, giving internal bleeding and further poisoning with a flick of the wrist in exchange for a very high chakra cost.
Jutsu name:
Senbon Art: Needle Mirage
Rank:
A
Range:
10m max
Description:
The user throws a set of 3 senbon, one aimed at the head, one aimed at the heart and the other at a main artery in the neck. After throwing the senbon the user quickly claps their hands together, the sound of the clap spreading a genjutsu that quickly brings all those who heard it under the impression that the three senbon are actually a storm of 100+ senbon, and most likely bringing them under the impression that dodging is futile. A simple, if not effective technique.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Dai-Senbon.
Weapon, tool or object type:
The weapon is a very large needle used as a sword, made out of extremely strong bone of some sort of extremely large animal - imagine a whales bone, with extremely hardened properties.
Description:
The sword reaches up to about Ayame's breast in height, and is stored in a sheath of leather on her back. The handle is adorned with leather wraps on them, and is positioned in the circle where normally the thread goes through the needle. The sword is extremely pointy and sharp - able to pierce metals sheets with minimal effort and, given enough effort to push it through, it can push through an entire human given enough momentum. A downside is that the sides of the sword do not cut, so if you remain in close quarters Ayame will not have enough space to stab and will be forced to retreat so she can get enough space or stop using the weapon.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Poison kit
Weapon, tool or object type:
The poison kit is a pouch that Ayame sometimes carries on extensive missions or long lasting expeditions. There are a mortar and pestle in there, as well as a small supply of plants that allow Ayame to create tonics, poisons or other things while on the move. There are also some vials in there with stored poisons of a more rare variant.
Description:
The pouch resembles a normal shinobi's tool pouch where they store all their kunai, shuriken and other tools. As such it's pretty much indiscernible from those pouches.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Dragons' Lament
Weapon, tool or object type:
This tool is a type of poison made from water, a small amount of acid and the petals of a Red Glorybloom, a common and unsuspecting flower in Konohagakure.
Description:
The poison is dark purple in color, close to black in it's vial. The potency of this poison lies in its paralysing traits, in that it will shut down musclemass around the area where it strikes. If you get hit in the leg your leg will slowly shut down as the poison spreads through the muscles.
Although this seems relatively harmless - it doesn't outright kill you - it can be detrimental to a fight if, for instance, you get hit by a multitude of senbon covered in this poison. Imagine both your legs dropping down useless. You will be victim to a simple dagger in the heart, or worse, a dai-senbon to the face. And, since the heart is essentially muscle with lots of blood veins running through to pump the blood around, a single senbon in the heart might be able to take someones live. The effects last around 4-5 minutes depending on the potency of the batch of poison.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Rotflesh Coat
Weapon, tool or object type:
This type of poison is made from rotting flesh, maggots, a single drop of the saliva of a rare toad named the Kingsguard Toad.
Description:
This poison, when in contact with the skin, will bring in a sudden bout of rot in the skin. While not especially harmful it is extremely painful to feel your skin rapidly getting covered in rotten-ness. The effects last around a day, after which the poison will have been purged from your body and the spread of rot will stop. Never the less the rot remains for a full week, remaining painful but not spreading anymore. That is.. if you survived the battle.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Red Cow Poison
Weapon, tool or object type:
This poison variant is created using a cow tooth, a cow hide and milk, alongside pure water from the Uji spring near Amegakure, a drop of red spider eggsap and a wasps stinger.
Description:
This poison causes no significant effects the first ten minutes after being hit. If combined with some boasts about the potency of this poison it might even bring about laughter when the targets thinks nothing were happening. In reality the poison remains dormant for 10 minutes, after which it will slowly begin sapping away at the targets' vision, until they are blinded. This effect of blindness lasts only 2 minutes, but that is enough time to finish off a target.
“With no booze, whores and cussing, life would be a lot less interesting, don't 'cha think ya big cunt?”
Despite what the above picture would like to make you believe, Yopparai (meaning 'Drunkard' as if it was pre-destined by his parents) is a lot less charming than he seems to be. Over the course of his escape he's grown a rougher beard, and dropped the smile. He looks more like a pirate that has no ship now, than the charming man seen above. In fact.. he acts more like a pirate than a shinobi, too.
Yopparai has since his escape dropped the half kimono looking thing that he wore before hand, and switched it for something a bit more manly, and daring. He's kept the black-red undershirt and has grown out some chesthair, that pokes out with no shame. Under that he wears simple blue trousers and calve-high leather boots, strapped tightly with several straps and buckles. From his right shoulder to his left hip he wears a leather strap for attaching his sword to.
Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Yopparai Ramu Koku (Drunkard Rum-coke)
【Alias】
“The Drunkard”
【Age】
23
【Sex】
Male.
【Sexuality】
As straight as it can be, observable from the many wenches in his tavernhouse.
【Birthplace】
Kirigakure
【Bloodline】
Ehh, his mom was a whore, so he has not a clue.
【Rank】
Chunin rank, but in reality is somewhere between a chunin and jonin in power scales.. atleast, when measuring him without his sword.
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Drinking, murder, sex, theft, robberies, smoking, in other words doing whatever the hell you want, that's all Yopparai's bussiness. If you say 'lets go kill some people!' Yopparai would raise his glass and come along. If you said 'lets go fuck some wenches!' he'd be the first to reach them, trousers nearly unbuttoned already. And above all, drinking is his game. There has not been a single person in the history of mankind, alive or dead, male or female, that could beat him in a game of drinking. That should tell you something about his habits and lifestyle.. he's a true lecher, who lives a debaucherous lifestyle filled with robbing, murdering, raping, thieving, and generally having fun all around the world.
If he likes you, or you are not a primary target to him (he's not dumb, he knows who are good targets and who have nothing) he could actually be what one would describe as a 'friend' though his less-honest ways leave much to be desired. And although he might be a bastard, he does live to some form of a honor code, something akin to a thieves' laws, but more befitting of a shinobi.
Don't kill those who are no threat or harm to you, don't steal from those that have very little already, blablablabla.. who cares Yopparai, just do what you want and feel is right.. - excerpt from his diaries detailing his 'honor code'.
.. sidenote: always kill people that you don't like, they usually end up being a pain in the ass if you don't do it the first time you can. Unless you like them or they have a great pair of tits. - a small bit of scrabbled, sloppily written text next to the excerpt.
There is extensive information available on Yopparai, and you could probably fill an entire library just with his bingo book information, so he is not mysterious at all. In fact, he's probably one of the most forthcoming with his wrongdoings, and acknowledges them as being bad. But in his words, 'a criminal knows that what he does is bad, he just doesn't care' and that is exactly why Yopparai is a threat to society - he doesn't care what he does. Power wise a team of ANBU or nin-hunters should be able to take him down, but he has evaded the groups sent after him with relative ease and above all.. he holds a valuable artifact that we wish to remain unharmed. As such his capture and death would be a touchy issue for Kirigakure.
【History】
Yopparai was born as a son to man x. No, that is not some vague name for a super hero, or a name for a mysterious man in a suit that controls the world. It's simply the name that the intelligence corps gave to Yopparai's father after he filed over 200 formal requests, 159 informal requests, 21 verbal threats, and 2 threats with actual violence involved, to find out who his father was. There was never really any result, because his reckless nature and uncompliant nature meant it was very difficult to even trace how old Yopparai was, let alone who his father was.
His mother on the other hand was (at her time) a well known whore named the Scarlet Dragon who worked at a (at that time) well known whorehouse called the Underhouse. Ofcourse that was just a cliché name for a whore, who used it to gain fame and more clientele. It seemed to have worked as her fame grew and, at her height, she was known all the way to Konoha. Her real name was less exciting, as she was named Misa Keikumoto. Anyway, after she gave birth to Yopparai she decided to name him after his father. And since she had no name, and his father was (according to her) a drunkard, his name was to be Yopparai Ramu Koku, since that was the drink he ordered for Misa when they met up the first time. Long story short, she was pissed off because being pregnant stranded her with no income for a small while (5 months or so, she claims, but probably she worked longer anyway because she didn't care). And because she was pissed off she must've thought Yopparai was a joke, and named him drunkard. Because no employer will look at that name and hire him anyway.
He didn't do well in school either, after all he was the son of a whore and he got taught at an early age to not give a shit about other people. Only those in your inner circle matter, and they're replaceable too, so you best not care too much about those people either. He wanted to be an asskicker, though, so he got enrolled into the shinobi academy. Well, actually, he enrolled himself by faking the signature for the paper, and then when his mother found out got a firm beating because she couldn't afford the school. Somehow they made it though, no thanks to his mom, as she forced him to work a part time job on the side to afford the school.
One of the lessons he remembered the best from his mother was the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb, a saying that many people get wrong, but that he remembered and imprinted into his mind carefully. Friendships are stronger than family and forced relationships, because you choose them. As such, you are in full control over who you like..
This led him to ultimately abandon his mother. He moved out and never contacted her again, and she seemed fine with this. Recently she passed away after a long time in the hospital due to lung cancer (she liked to smoke) but Yopparai didn't really seem to care.
Anyway, after abandoning his mother things went better, he was no longer forced to put up with all the crazy shit surrounding living in a whorehouse, and he got to focus on his career. At the age of 16 it became apparent that he excelled in swordplay and was soon focussing primarily on that as well as forming his own hiden ninjutsu techniques. Soon after he got recruited into the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist. He found himself holding Shibuki the Blastsword, a destructive tool very befitting of this man. He managed to master it in four years and earned a spot amongst the seven swordsmen. But as fortune would have it, Yopparai was just like almost every other swordsman of the mist before him, and he quickly abandoned his village in favour of personal fame. He took Shibuki with him.. ofcoure he would. He doesn't give a shit about stuff like stealing.
Anyway, he thus earned a double kill order - one for stealing a relic of the past, a treasured artifact of Kirigakure, the other for being a missing nin. And soon after records started piling up - murder, theft, robberies, public nudity, indecent exposure, illegal alcohol brewing, tax evasion, privacy invasion, selling womens used (and stolen) panties. His most serious offense however, is not the murder, theft or going missing nin, nor stealing the artifact sword. His most serious offense..
is taking panty shot pictures of the Mizukage before his daring escape from the village. They remain private for now, but he's made it very clear he will release them to the public to showcase the horror that the photos are. Why a horror? Because this panty shot picture.. lacks the panty.
【Family ties】
Describe shortly what type of family your character grew up in, how the ties were and how this influenced him. After that fill in form below, for all family members of importance, living or dead.
Man X | Father | ???
Scarlet Dragon, Misa Keikumoto | Mother | Deceased
【Dreams and fears】
Personal glory and fame, ofcourse! He wants his name to be known and whether that is as a good or bad person, he doesn't really care about that. His fears are pretty much the exact opposite, he's afraid of not being acknowledged and thus can't stand when people ignore him or underestimate him.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Yopparai fights with a deadly combination of the Blastsword and his (slightly offputting) alcohol style jutsu. As such he fights at a medium-short range to make extensive use of his sword and alcohol style jutsu. Not much else to say really - he's careless at times but he knows he has the skills to get away with it.
【Traits】
Absurd alcohol resistance.
Good stamina and resistance to pain.
Average chakra control and pool.
Average taijutsu skills.
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Arukōru Style: Fuming at the Mouth
Rank:
B
Range:
Short-mid, an area up to 10m in front of him.
Description:
After taking a very big swig of his Arukōru-Furasuko, the user swishes it around in his mouth mixing it with his own chakra before spewing out the alcohol again, revealing that it'd been turned into fumes. The fumes are highly flammable and the actual amount of alcohol in it is so high that, essentially, it can result in a very big fireball/explosion. The fumes linger for some time, dissipating after +- 2 minutes.
Inhaling the fumes can cause a person to suffer from effects ranging from dizziness (low exposure) to drunkenness (medium exposure) to full blown knockouts (longer than a minute). This is because, well, it's pure alcohol. As such the technique can also be lit on fire, as noted before.
If the user makes a spark before his mouth, it will be more like a flamethrower technique. Kind of a circus act type thing, where they spew fire by spewing alcohol onto a flaming rod.
Jutsu name:
Arukōru-Suiton Style: Arukōru pistol
Rank:
C
Range:
Short-mid, up to 30meters in range.
Description:
Mimicking the suiton style water gun technique, this technique is pretty much the same except it uses alcohol instead of water. Harmless on it's own, really, but the alcohol will soak the enemy in alcohol (note: pure alcohol, not a drink) and get in their clothes and skin - something that is generally tough to get rid off unless you take an impromptu bath. Afterwards it will be a simple trick to light the enemy on fire. Good luck getting that out, ya bastard.
Can be used in conjunction with the Firestriker to form a fireball instead.
Jutsu name:
Arukōru Style: Drunken Stampede
Rank:
S
Range:
N/A
Description:
The user takes in a large, large, LARGE amount of alcohol drinking from his flask for nearly 5 seconds before finally reaching a point of being drunk. Note that this is pure alcohol he's drinking.. either way, with him being drunk, he turns into a real drunkard. He seems to be resilient to many blows (they hurt him, but he doesn't feel it directly), becomes reckless and seems much much more strong that before hand. He is able to effectively swing his sword without any real problem and the kickback from the explosive tags on it becomes lesser. In this form the user is also able to use the Fuming at the Mouth technique without handseals as he's so filled with alcohol that blowing air out of his mouth is enough to send fumes out far enough to do the technique.
There's a drawback to this, obviously, and that is that he becomes much more susceptible to fire attacks. While normally he doesn't suffer from that unless an opponent knows how to turn his alcohol techniques around, in this form he is so filled with alcohol that, like noted before, he can basically blow out alcohol fumes. Because of that any fire attacks have the capability of seriously damaging him if they hit, lighting him and the air around him that is filled with fumes on fire.
Jutsu name:
Arukōru Style: Yotte no un, Luck of the Drunk
Rank:
B
Range:
N/A
Description:
More or less a pre-stage to the Drunken Stampede technique, the user drinks a large amount of alcohol and enters the stage of 'buzzing' or tipsiness. As a result the user will suffer from something known as Drunken Luck, a stage where your inner reflexes more or less take over, allowing weird and crazy dodges that seem more accidental than anything. It also allows stupid, sloppy attacks to be more powerful than they even appear, giving extra power to those attacks, trading it for the accuracy. This effect lasts 2-3 posts.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Kasai sutoraikā - Fire Striker
Weapon, tool or object type:
Flint and Steel
Description:
A set of two tools, a flint and a piece of steel. Nothing that is hard to use or understand - they make a spark that can light fires.. and alcohol.
Weapon, tool or object name:
XXX-Furasuko
Weapon, tool or object type:
Arukōru-Furasuko - alcohol flask
Description:
XXX-Furasuko is a large bottle shaped like above, with a gray wrapping around it that has all sorts of childish drawings on it, from cuss words ('cunt' 'wanker' 'asshole') to bad drawings of women with large tits and asses. On the center it says, very large, in black paint; ARUKŌRU, XXX, YOPPARAI. The flask is quite large, but the neck is small enough to comfortably hold it with 1 hand.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Shibuki
Weapon, tool or object type:
Sword
Description:
It's the 'legendary' sword from the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist. It's not as legendary as it was said to be, because obviously it was never really used all that much previously and would serve better as a museum piece in Yopparai's eyes, since with the everlasting peace there was little to no use for a weapon like this. He's putting it to use now, though, hehehe. |
47,693 | 1,294 | 17 | 1,918 | 8,266 | Akio Tendou
“I got the job of teaching these Civvies how to not stick themselves with the wrong end of a kunai,” Akio said as she looked around the camp, nodding in agreement with Chokashi’s earlier assessment. While it had obviously taken awhile to get this together, it was impressive none the less what the poor and destitute of this town had been able to build for themselves with hardly any help or supplies. And it had given the rebellion a good place to train those who wanted to fight for their country how to do so with their own two hands.
As she turned to address Chokashi, she happened to notice someone walk by pulling up their hood, hiding their face from view. Her eyes narrowed a bit as she stared after the individual, but she shook it off, turning towards the field. “So, we got two groups assigned to us, one full of older adults and what not, and another filled with ones closer to are age. Which one do you want to start with?”
Takeo nodded appreciatively as Chen came with him down the tunnel, chuckling slightly as he saw the teen pull out his phone. It was something a number of their younger, more well-off recruits tended to do in the beginning, not yet used to the idea of not being able to use their devices when there’s nothing for them to do.
“Don’t worry, we’ve got a few books at the outpost just a short ways up. Not much, to be honest, but it’ll keep you busy.” Takeo seemed about to say something else, but closed his mouth as if he’d thought better of it. However, he rolled his head around as he tossed whatever it was back and forth in his mind before apparently deciding on something as he looked around to check if anyone was around before leaning closer to the young boy. “Don’t tell Tatsu about this, but we’ve also got a few Icha-Icha books hidden in every outpost. Even if you’re not into it,. it makes for more stimulating reading than anything else we got around here. Pl-”
Takeo suddenly stopped walking, his body rigid as his eyes tore themselves to the outpost, his one eye narrowing suspiciously as he approached, one hand reaching behind him almost casually into his kunai pouch. Making it to the door, he knocked on the door firmly, waiting for a response in silence. Soon, the door opened to reveal a ragged looking man with a slashed out Kirir symbol on his head.
“About time you showed to take your sh-HURGH!!” The man shotted out in surprise as he felt a kunai get stabbed into his throat, before Takeo spun kicked him into the low ceiling hut, several other ninja coming out of the woodwork to attack, only for the sound of a faint hissing to draw their attention to the exploding tag that had been wrapped around the hilt. In the split -second between the realization and the explosion, Takeo tackled Chen into the filthy water, allowing them to escape from the large explosion unharmed.
Shortly after, Takeo would bring them to the surface on a bed of earth, his hand reaching for his blade as more ninja suddenly seemed to come from the darkness beyond the outpost. There were about 5 of them, and the two in front flickered through hand signs before launching an dual attack of the Water Fang Bullet and Great Wind Breakthrough, causing the projectiles to rush towards them at high speed. Takeo ran through his own handseals before slamming them into the ground, causing a onrush of water to explode outward towards the group, intercepting the attack and scattering the shinobi.
“On your feet, Konoha, let’s see you prove your worth!” Takeo shouted to Chen before charging forward, launching his sword at one of the fleeing nin, the hunk of metal traveling far faster and straight then one would expect, piercing the surprised nin through the chest and spearing him to a wall. TAkeo then ran through another bout of handseals, whispering to himself as he charged forward. “Suiton: Kirigakure no Jutsu.”
A thick mist soon formed around the area, and the sounds of battle could soon be heard as swordsman clashed with his foes. Chen, however, wouldn;t be given the time to pay much attention, as the the same two shinobi that had attacked them before now stood before him, each having a blade drawn in preparation to attack. The two were nearly identical in appearance, young women that looked slightly older than him by a year or two, dressed in standard Kiri fashion. The only way to tell them apart was by their hairstyles, as one hand their hair tied in a short braid, and the other had it in two buns on either side of her head.
As one , they charged forward, aiming to take down the presumably weaker shinobi with a flurry of strikes, their movements so in synch with each other, it was almost as if Chen was fighting one person instead of two. They’d keep this up for as long as they could, though eventually they’d back off, leaping into the air to run through a series of handseals before unleashing the same combiniation jutsu as before, showering the area with a hail of wind-enhanced water bullets.
As Gin walked away from the Konoha nin, he’d knock into someone who was also wearing a hood. While that may have amounted to nothing, the nn would be carrying a certain smell about him, somewhat hard to discern at first, but with his new found experience with bombing, he’d recognize the smell of explosive materials that lingered upon the man.
However, before he could say anything, a large explosion would ring out from one for the tunnels, causing people to look towards the area in confusion. The explosion was not alone, however, as soon the camp itself started to erupt as shadows bolted around the area tossing paper bombs and more conventional explosives, sowing chaos throughout both this area, and the residential one. The man Gin had passed was heading straight for the registration tent, giving the white haired man only a split second to try and take him down before he threw a barrage of paper balls at the structure, blowing it to smithereens. | Name: Katon: Phoenix Egg Bomb(Subject to change)
Rank: A
Range: Mid
Description: After making the needed hand seals, Akio conjures up a concentrated inferno of blazing heat, focusing it over her palm. It'll take a post for this jutsu to charge up, but when it does the flames will take on a egg-like shape as Akio thrusts her hand out to launch it at her foes. Upon impact with the target, the egg will explode with a huge amount of force and intense white hot heat. The radius of the explosion would be somewhere between 5-10m, though the intense heat can be felt from much farther away, burning skin if an enemy is near the edge of the blast.
The explosion itself takes the form of a phoenix rising high into the sky. The flames that the explosion created will stay for about 2 posts, however, the heat lessening by a great deal until it finally fizzes out. Through training, Aoi has lessened the strain this technique causes her body enough so that she can still move afterwards, meaning she only has to take the one post to charge it. She can use this jutsu 3 times before the chakra drain becomes too much for her system.
Seiteki Suji no Jutsu (Static Strings Technique)
Rank:E
Description: This skill allows the user to create strings of electricity that can either act physically as strings, or as a medium that can send small shocks to an opponent. One of this technique's most useful features is its ability to allow the user to detect outsiders. When the strings are placed around an area, they are often fairly difficult to see, and unnoticed by the quick eye. But when the string is used to detect outsiders, they can adapt a quality that is string-like and electrical at the same time. This quality makes the static strings into a string of electricity, but with such a weak current that it is rarely noticed by Shinobi who accidentally walk through the strings. However, when this happens, the user at once will feel a small shock in their fingers, or where ever else they are keeping the strings intact. But unless the opponent felt the weak current as they walked through the strings, the opponent will usually never know the strings were there. But beyond its ability to detect outsiders, this skill can be used as a normal string when it is needed but none is around, or it can be used to create small shocks to other people. However, the shocks are only a little bit stronger than static electricity, and usually do no damage at all.
Jutsu Name: Raiton: Thunder Bow
Rank
B
Range
Mid to Long
Can be fired at a target up to a 100m away
Decription: Aiko forms a bow out of lightning chakra, from which she can draw back and fire bolts of electricity from, the amount of power dealt depending on how long she holds it for. A quick draw only does a low-medium amount of damage and has no lingering effects. A Charged shot, which takes about 1 post to form up, does a fair deal more damage and will leave the target temporarily stunned if direct contact is made. The charged shot can also be split into four homing shots, which'll lock onto the opponents chakra signature. These only do slightly more damage than a quick shot on their own, but if all three hit the same target, then the damage can be even greater than a charged shot and can explode out to damage foes within a meter of the target.
Akio can now fire a detonation shot with a charged up bolt, which is less powerful overall, but can paralyze a whole group of individual for a few moments. She can also create a piercing shot, which has more focused electrical energy for more power and damage, but has reduced ranged as well, only being able to go about half as far as a normal charged shot. The piercing shot can pierce through most standards armors and defensive jutsu of equal rank or lower.
Static strings can be attached to the quick fire shots, so that if they hit, the user can hold the foe in place by running a constant stream of electricity through it, locking heir muscles in place. If this is done, neither Akio nor the target can move so it's not a good move for one on one, but good for lining up holding an enemy in place for another teammate to take down.
Katon: Myaku Hitofuki no Jutsu (Fire Release: Pulse Blast Technique)
Rank: B
Range:
Close to Mid
Description: An extremely useful jutsu, this one has the effect of flushing out or separating multiple opponents. Hurling a fireball about the size of a basketball, it is meant to be dodged in order to be effective. For at center of this fireball is a gaseous core which, when the spherical attack finally makes contact with something, will explode and this gas will expand rapidly in a loud bang. The bang is simply a precursor though, as instantly afterwards a sharp concussive force will issue out all around the center of the blast. Though the explosion of the attack itself is not very strong, the force it sends out is enough to knock anyone who is within a certain radius of it flying.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon:
Shuriken
Description:
A basic tool every ninja should have, it can be lethal if it hits a vital spot, but they are also good in creating some space for the fighter.
Weapon:
Kunai
Description:
A basic tool every ninja should have, it's the only weapon Akio has when it comes to CQC fighting.
Weapon:
Tanto
Description:
A short, straight, single edged dagger that has no point and is used primarily for slashing attacks.
Weapon:
Ninja Wire
Description:
A strong metal wire that can be used in various ways.
Weapon:
Senbon
Description:
A precision tool that, despite it's low lethality, can be very effective in slowing down and paralyzing an opponent if they are placed in the right place.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Aiko used to be a very active and sociable girl, if not very open to forming meaningful bonds with people outside of her family, and she used to suffer from a severe lack of self-confidence due to her father's harsh critique of her apparent lack of natural talent that the Tendou clan is supposed to be known for. However, everything changed after the Night of the Tendou Massacre, which would irrevocably change her, yet it's yet to be seen if it was for better or worse.
She is now rather withdrawn, becoming highly agitated and nervous when ever she surrounded by a group of people. If she finds herself suddenly surrounded, she tends to panic and tries to flee the scene as fast as possible. She also talks much less, speaking in short, sentences whenever possible, and usually hides her face underneath her trademark hoodie. However, due to her finally becoming a chunin, she is making an effort to get over these habits, though it's slow going at the moment.
However, her lack of social skills is more than made up for when it comes to what she has gained from that night. Where before she felt like there was nothing she could do right no matter how hard she tried, she now feels a determination to do anything and everything she possibly can, no matter how difficult or numerous the obstacles in her way are. This determination can quickly turn into stubbornness if she doesn't agree with the way something is done, leading to her sometimes being very argumentative at times with both her comrades and team leaders. Another thing that she has gained a tolerance to scenes of intense violence and horror, as she's seen horrible, indescribable things done to her family by her very own brother. After an event like that, there are few things that can top it. She has an edge and is able to kill without hesitation, but only when she feels it's necessary, otherwise she'll go for a non-lethal take down instead.
Edit: Due to Aoi's influence, Akio has learned to become more open and friendly to people, though she's still a bit of an introvert as well, preferring her company or Aoi's to that of meeting new people. Speaking of Aoi, she's actually rather protective and defensive about the harlequin, seeing an insult against her as an insult against them both. While she doesn't go to far with it, she is always ready to jump on someone who genuinely insults her clown in front of her. To do that is to find out how painful electrocution truly is, as she's always glad to give some first hand experience.
【History】
Before the massacre, her life wasn't really that grate as her father saw her as nothing as a mistake and an embarrassment for two reasons. The first is that she was a bastard child, a mark of shame on his honor as the Tendou family patriarch, though it was that same honor that duty bound him to take the child in, as her mother had died during childbirth. The second reason was that she was never good enough, and while she wasn't the most skilled of individuals, she was still rather good, some would say better than most.
But it was never enough for Akira Tendou, he demanded perfection, and severely punished those who did not meet his requirements. And as she hardly ever did, she was often met with scorn from her father, who never once acknowledged her as his daughter. And while that should've devastated her, she didn't find herself minding too much. She never once considered Akira Tendou as her father in the sense that he was a man to come to with her woes, worries, and needs, as that regard went to her older brother, Kokatsu. Ever since she came into their home, Kokatsu was extremely protective of her, getting into several fights with Akira and most of them ending in some sort of violence. Since she was young, she never got to see Kokatsu darker side, and she believes that he wanted to keep it that way as he made extreme efforts to avoid telling her about his job in any specific detail. He also expressed some sorrow when it became apparent that she was going to be joining the Shinobi forces, though never actively spoke out against it, unlike her father who was certain that she'd never pass and if she did, never make it pass a lowly genin.
If things had continued as normal, then he may have been right, for even she had begun to doubt her self and her reasons for becoming a ninja, of whether she was ready for the life they lived. But instead, soon after her seventh birthday, all hell broke loose. A ceremony was held, as Akira had decided to pass on his position as Clan Patriarch to his son, claiming he had never been prouder for him. Kokatsu took the Tendou blade(an artifact past down from Patriarch to Patriarch since before the elemental nations were even concieved) and, with a smile as bright as the sun, slew his father where he stood, dropping the weapon to perform a quick string of handsigns before slamming his fingers into the fresh corpse.
An eerie red light rose from the ground around him, and it was until many months after the event that she would hear that at the time, seals popped up all throughout the city. And so it was that Kokatsu opened a portal between this world and a world of darkness to unleash death upon all who lived within it. Only a single order was given, spare the children of the Tendou clan, they had done no wrong. And so it was that behind a veil of darkness, hundreds if not thousands died horrid, painful deaths, all the while a menacing laugh would echo through out it all. When the barrier fell and the demons fled, Kokatsu held out his hand for Akio to grab, only for her to flinch away, looking at her blood trenched sibling in horror.
Akio couldn't remember a time where her brother had looked more hurt then at that time, and yet she also couldn't remember a time where he seemed more relieved. He offered no pressure or force, just left without a word, and leaving her alone in a nightmare of blood, death, and sorrow. After the event, the Tendou children were taken in and eventually handed over to adoptive parents to raise them. Of those children, four would go insane from the trauma of what they witnessed as they grew up, one even committing suicide after slaughtering his adoptive parents. Tendou children where treated with a mix of pity, fear, and for Akio, hatred.
Given how closely related she was to Kokatsu, there were people, kids especially, who would take out their grief of lost loved ones out on her. This made it hard for her to trust and approach people, and also made it so she hated her features that so easily gave her away. But in the midst of these hardships, an ember began to burn bright with newly discovered passion. She developed a burning drive to train herself, to become as strong as possible. She was able to pass the academy with only minor difficulties, and did her best in her genin missions no matter what the they were. However, in the early years of her life, this passion nearly consumed her, as she withdrew from everyone, constantly running herself into the ground, and then some, for a reason that she wasn't even sure of. In actuality, she felt partially to blame for what happened to Kokatsu, thinking in her subconscious mind that if she had somehow been there for him more, it could've been avoided.
As life went on, however, she found herself to be taken unde the wing of Tsukiko Umene. The older jonin would drop by from time to time to check up on her, and if she felt it necessary, beat her in to shape. While at first Akio resented the woman, she eventually began to grow more attached to her as time went on, to the point where she thinks of the wild woman as the big sister she never had. Due to Tsukiko's influence, Akio began to open up to other people a little more and try to overcome her weaknesses. Also because of Tsukiko, the young Tendou can tend to have a rather vivid and imaginative vocabulary when sufficiently angered or upset, as well as having a bit of a nasty temper.
As of now, she's living in a rented apartment in downtown, having moved away from her foster parents the moment she became a genin, never to speak to them again.
【Family ties】
Akio feels nothing for her family name, and had nothing but fear for her father. Her brother and a few of the braver clan members were the only ones in her family to show her any kindness, though not without punishment. Her foster family after the Massacre were kind at first, but soon grew distant as she showed a great lack in interest in them. After that, they simply ignored her and she ignored them. Not the perfect home, but it was peaceful at least.
Tsukiko Umene | Big Sister figure | 29, Konohagakure, Downtown, Jonin
Kokatsu Tendou | Half-Brother, Father figure | 29, Unknown, Jonin and Missing-nin
Makoto Tendou | Half-Sister| 10, Unknown, Kidnapped by her brother on the Night of the Massacre
【Dreams and fears】
Her main dream and fear are one in the same, as both haunt her every time she closes her eyes, screams echoing through the darkness and blood spattering against her eyelids. She wishes to find her brother, to face him down and then . . . she doesn't known what she'll do, and that terrifies her more than anything else in the world. She also has a very intense fear of snakes, for an extremely good reason. Her biggest hope, and the one she believes in the least, is that some way, somehow, her brother will be able to redeem himself and comeback home, so that they can be a family again.
On a less serious note, she does have a desire to find the right person and have the nice family she herself never had the luxury of having. Along with her fear of snakes, she also tends to dislike rodents and insects, though to a lesser extent than snakes.
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Personal files for: Akio Tendou
Full name:
Nicknames:
Interests: Training, playing the flute, Photography
Likes: Aoi, people who respect her need for space, her private time, baggy clothes, Aoi's motorhome
Dislikes: Yamato, braggerts, perverts who try to move in on her or Aoi, public displays of affection, tight clothing
Catchphrase: “”
Personal relationships with others
Full name: Aoi Don Maquia
Nicknames:
Opinion: Good
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Nicknames: list what nicknames your character has for this character
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Tatsuya is tall at around 6'2, and has a rather muscular upper body due to his work in the forge. His hands and arms are covered with numerous scars, burns and callouses due to the work he does every day, but he wears them with pride as they are the symbol of all his hard work. His red eyes come from his father, and shiny red hair comes from his mother. He also has a tattoo on his upper right arm of Ketsui lodged in the mouth of an active volcano. He got it the day he became a Genin as a symbol to never forget the determination it took to get him there, so that no matter how long the road to greatness looked, he'd never give up.
His normal clothing style is usually a plain white T-shirt, some jeans and steel toed boots( a nesseccity in his profession). He sometimes where a jacket if it;s cold enough for one, but more often than not, that's it for his casual wear. His combat outfit is a black, long sleeve shirt, a jacket over that, black combat pants and shinobi sandals.
Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Tatsuya Terumi
【Alias】
【Age】
16
【Gender】
Male
【Birthplace】
Konoha
【Bloodline】
Terumi Bloodline
【Rank】
Genin
Psych. report.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Tatsuya is a more weapon-based fighter, specialized in Kenjutsu mostly, as that is the weapon he uses most often, and has the most skill in using. That being said, his Taijutu is serviceable enough that he's not completely defenseless without his weapons, but it'll only do him so well for so long, especially against a skilled Taijutsu fighter. His Ninjutsu is also quite good, with a focus on controlling the battlefield rather than simply blasting his opponents away.
Up close, Tatsuya is a very good fighter, but he often has issues against distance opponent unless he can figure out a way to get them to come to him. He can either uses his jutsu to force his foe closer, or takes the battle to them instead. When it comes to using his Kekkei Genkai, he can sometimes use it to distract his opponents by making the ground underneath their feet really hot via forming lava just below the surface. A sneaky, but effective strategy, especially when facing an enemy of a higher skill level than him, as that split second distraction could give him just the edge he needs to either escape, or end a fight.
【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】
Bloodline limit name:
Lava Release
Description:
The lava release is a very versatile Kekkei Genkai that has multiple variations and abilities depending on how one uses it. For Tatsuya, he bears an affinity for manipulating volcanic materials like as Magma making a very, very deadly opponent to go up against. His Lava attacks can change the very battlefield, giving him a good amount of Offensive, defensive, and crowd controlling abilities. An added plus to this ability is that one can convert certain earth-style techniques into Lava style ones, at the cost of an increased chakra cost.
With some practice, Tatsuya has also been able to create a rubber-like material as well, which he can change the consistency of his chakra to make it work as an adhesive. While he's not skilled enough with it yet to use it in battle, in time it could add to his crowd control and supportive abilities.
Tatsuya himself suffers no ill effects from his use of this ability, and seems to have a bit of heat resistance as well, though not enough to make a real difference against a fire jutsu(this doesn't include his own lava, which he's immune to). It's a neat party trick for him to snuff out a cigarette on with his hands, but that's about it.
Strengths:
The lava style is a highly variable ability, granting nearly unparalleled offensive capability, effective defenses, and crowd control capabilities.
Weaknesses:
Lava attacks can be effectively countered by a strong enough Water attack, cooling down the magma into rock. Also, this ability is highly destructive, endangering both friend and foe if Tatsuya isn't careful about what abilities he uses and how he uses them.
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
B rank techniques:
C rank techniques:
Fire Release: Crimson Earth Spider
Earth Release: Subterranean Voyage
D-E rank techniques:
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu Name:
Doton: Ishi Yoroi no Ude (Earth Release: Stone Bracers)
Rank:
D
Range:
Self
Description:
By taking dirt and rubbing it on their arms or legs, after performing the necessary hand seals, a shinobi is able to create very durable defensive bracers that add extra protection when using the arms to block. The chakra that is infused in them help to soften the blows of any physical attacks. These are very useful for taijutsu users or to defend against an onslaught of upper body blows. These bracers are designed to block physical attacks only. However, by channeling Yoton Chakra into the Jutsu, the rocks and what not can heat up to a degree that while the burns they cause are minor, they can be extremely painful and distracting to the opponent.
Jutsu Name:
Tsuchi Tou Tou (Swift Earth)
Rank:
D, B with the addition of Yoton chakra
Range:
Mid to Close range
Description:
When performing this jutsu the user places his hands on the ground and causes it to move rapidly away as if it were a conveyor belt. As the shinobi increases in skill and rank the size, speed, and range of this jutsu all increase. While little more than a delaying tactic, if mixed with Lava Creation, it can create a rather deadly surge of lava heading straight toward the target at high speeds.
Jutsu name
Lava Style: Lava Creation
Rank:
B
Range:
2 meters in diameter for the starting point, close to mid range for manipulation
Description:
The user will first channel chakra into the ground, thus turning the ground to lava. The process is quick, as the ground will melt away into the liquid-like lava. This lava can be used to aid in his other lava based jutsu by creating a source which he can manipulate, instead of creating it himself. To increase the base area that is converted, the user must have both of his hands in contact with the ground.
Jutsu Name
Lava Style: Weapon Creation
Rank:
D
Range:
Any active Lava source with in 30 meters
Description:
The user of this jutsu will first channel chakra into an active source of lava, which will cause it to rise up quickly and making the lava thicker then usual, allowing the user to then mold it into a weapon with a few simple gestures. The weapons created will be about as hard as steel, but are usually rather crude and blunt.
Jutsu Name
Katon: Nenshou Tosshin (Fire Release: Burning Rush)
Rank:
C
Range:
Sphere goes is 2 meters long in diameter
Description:
A two-part technique in which the user blocks an attack by creating a sphere of fire around themselves, and after blocking the attack, the fires converge on his arms, upper body, and his feet to cloak him in flames. The fire on his feet can be used twice to launch him at his foes somewhat faster than before, and the flame on his hands and upper body make his Taijutsu more damaging due to being wreathed in flame, making it so that his attacks can inflict 2nd degree burns on the subject and get through most forms of clothing. The effect lasts for about 3 posts.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Tool Name:
Bag of Dirt
Description
Enough said
Weapon Name:
Ketsui
Weapon Type
A double-edged Bastard Sword
Description
Ketsui is the sword that Katsuya had to make to be allowed to become a shinobi by his father, a blade of unquestionable quality and a showing of true talent and hard work to be made by one as young as him. NOt only does it have a keen edge and made from durable metal, but during the forging process(where a mix of traditional and modern techniques were applied) he inscribed special seals into the metal to give it an extra function. THe blade could now store elemental chakra with in it's self and circulate it through the blade more effectively, enabling it to more effectively take on the aspects of whatever element it pumped into it. This also makes it capable of taking on even advanced chakra natures, such as Tatsuya's own Lava Release, with remarkable ease. And since it's able to store chakra as well, that means that one can fully charge it before a mission and activate and deactivate the seals inside with a simple one handed seal and a little chakra.
Chakra effects:
Fire: The blade is wreathed in a thin, but intense veil of fire, allowing it to cut through metals with only moderate difficulty and cause third degree burns.
Earth:The blade becomes denser and more durable
Lava: The Blade becomes as Hot as Molten Lava, cutting through metal with ease as well as getting a slight increase in durabilty
The charge is big enough that it can keep the blade active for a total of 5 posts. The Lava style requires more chakra, however, so he can only hold that for about 3 posts instead of 5.
Tool Name:
The Mark II Chakra Gauntlet
Description
This slightly bulky metal gauntlet holds some moderately complex hardware to make a more versatile version of the chakra shields used by the puppet-nin of the sand. It has a small disk-like object above the wrist which projects an energy shield around itself using the users chakra, and while the cost for maintaining the shield is low, the cost increases when blocking an attack. The stronger the attack, the more chakra it takes to defend against. At his current level, Tatsuya could defend against a B rank jutsu, though he'd be left feeling rather drained as a result. The chakra shield can be enlarge or shrunk at a moment's notice, and can even be launched along with the disc to make a decent weapon or a distraction. The projection disc is detachable, and Tatsuya usually keeps 3 extra's handy just in case. Tatsuya only has the one gauntlet, as it's still a relatively new piece he made in conjunction with his mother.
Tool Name:
First Aid Kit
Description
A basic medical kit that holds several chakra pills, first aid supplies
Weapon name:
Shuriken
Description:
Sharpened, four-pronged metal stars, useful for throwing. They can also be used for close combat, but not very efficiently. Although small, they can be used to distract, pin down enemy shinobi, or if accurate enough, can kill or incapacitate an enemy. They have an open circle in the centre, useful for grabbing with a finger, to avoid cutting oneself, or to put thread through. The circle is also beneficial to the weapon's overall aerodynamics, ensuring more accurate trajectories.
Weapon name:
Kunai
Description:
A black dagger with a handle wrapped in bandages and a small ring attached to the end of it. The kunai is designed for thrusting and stabbing, though it can still do some damage if thrown despite not being designed for it, and is about the length of one's hand.
Weapon name:
Explosive tags
Description:
These tiny slips of paper with seals drawn on them can pack quite a punch if used correctly, and can even be attached onto an enemy directly. Also can be attached to thrown kunai for accurate delivery or have a bunch wrapped into a ball for a more devastating payload.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Tatsuya is an honest and sociable sort, one who believes that the best way to get something is to earn it through the sweat of your brow and the strength of your will. He's very open in both mind and personality, accepting of pretty much everyone, and at times a bit too forgiving, which people have taken advantage of in the past and probably will continue to do so in the future. However, don't take that as him being slow witted or foolish, as his mind is as sharp as the blades he forges, and he has a keen intuition, honed by years of attending his family's shop, for picking out when people are lying to him or trying to pull the wool over his eyes. He tries his best to remain courteous with all kinds people, but he's no pushover, and if you don't back off nicely, he will make you back off, whether it be through words or actions.
Tatsuya is also a bit of an artist, putting his experience in the forge into various metalworking projects and sculptures. While he's not terrible, it's obvious to see that e's still trying to find his niche with the art, as every piece is very different from one another, and he has yet to see one he particularly likes yet. He's also good at drawing, but that kind of a necessity when making designs for weapons, armors, and other such works, but he does sometimes take time out of his busy days to just relax and draw the world around him, mostly just random people on the street who catch his interest.
While usually rather humble and modest, Tatsuya takes great pride in what he calls his true art form, forging weapons and armors of his own that have a cool style while still remaining practical in use. He treats every work like a piece of art, and has also taken to learning several weapon types, because he always feels that if he knows how to use the weapon himself, he can better forge it for his customers. His favorite type of weapon is the sword, but he's also learned how to effectively use staves, daggers, tonfas, and a 3-part staff, which is his second favorite weapon to use.
【History】
Tatsuya's father comes from a clan of reknowned blacksmiths that originated from Mizu no kuni. They were known as the Kajiya Clan, and it's said that it was members of their clan responsible for forging the blades of the Seven Ninja swordsman. However, sometime after the rise of the Seventh Hokage, Naruto Uzumaki, a faction of the clan separated from the main branch and left Mizu no kuni, for reason's that very few outside the clan know about. The faction soon splintered off from each other, settling in several different lands across the world, keeping the name of their clan where ever they go to show that they still pride themselves in their linage.
His father, Katsuo, was born and raised in Konoha, living there for 17 years before he decided to travel to Kirigakure in order to find out more about his heritage. It was there were he met his wife-to-be, Katsumi Terumi. She was an eccentric inventor, and often considered to be the black sheep of her clan due to her . . . odd mannerisms. While the two didn't get along when they first met, their mutual love to create eventually formed into a relation ship, and after a 5 years, Katsuo returned home with Katsumi to Konoha with her father's blessing, where they were to be happily married 3 years later.
Fast forward 10 years in the future to the birth of Tatsuya, their second child and first born son. Tatsuya's early years where tough at first, as he was a rather weak baby, but he pulled through, eventually growing healthy and strong without any complications. Tatsuya soon spent a great amount of time with both of his parents in their respective workshops, though he tended to lean towards his dad's work then his mothers, he found both of them interesting. As soon as he was able, he would assist them in every endeavor they undertook, no matter how small a task they gave him to do. His family was a happy and connected one, for the most part.
The only real conflict ever presented before him was his father's staunch resolve to deny him from becomin a shinobi. Katsuo had seen both his father and brother become shonobi, only to die meaningless deaths and only him and his mother around to morn them, and he didn't want Tatsuya to become just another forgotten grave in the cemetery, killed before his time because he wass thought of as a simple pawn by the higher ups and above. Tatsuya, on the other hand, was adamant about it, wanting it more than anything else. Finally, Katsuo agreed to let the boy become a shinobi, but only if he could make a weapon that would impress him, and not a second before. The task was seemingly impossible for a then 10-year old Tatsuya, but he went at the challenge with a determination that blazed liked a wildflame.
Using Kajiya sealsmithing techniques, as well as his own talemt and skill with the tools available to him, he worked on numerous weapons, each a good viable weapon, but never reaching Katsuo's standards until one day, 4 years into the agreement, when he presented Ketsui to his father. The blade was spectacular, it's functions both practical and unique to it. It was a weapon deserving of the name Kajiya, and true to his word, Katsuo finally let Tatsuya join the academy. He took a separate class due to his age, but he was able to pass well enough, and was soon on a genin team at the age of 15. While only being a genin for a year, he shown skill and determination to succeed and thrive in the environment, and while Katsuo is far from happy about it, he is proud of his son.
Katsuo Kajiya | 51 | Father, Reknowned blacksmith and owner of the Kajiya Weapon Store, where Quality is guaranteed, located somewhere in Minato City
Katsumi Kajiya-Terumi| 53 | Mother, An intelligent weapon maker, if rather odd and eccentric in her behavior, she often works at the family shop as a cashier when neither Katsuo or Tatsuya are available, and makes money by building little machines and gadgets here and there for people or offering IT services and repairs.
Manami Kajiya-Terumi | 26 | Sister, Works at the shop full time and is currently working as an apprentice under her father.
【Dreams and fears】
Tatsuya dreams of one day making a weapon that is on par with that of those of the Seven Ninja swordsman, as well as becoming a reknowned shinoi that would be an inspiration for others. Tatsuya somewhat fears his Kekkei Genkai, as he's afraid that he might accidentally hurt, and even kill someone one day to to him not being able to control it properly.
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Chen sighed as he listened to the Kiri-nin say something about Icha Icha. Dear lord, was everyone in the Elemental Nations a pervert? He put away his phone and shook his head. He was uninterested in the new Icha Icha books, none of them were as good as the ones written by the original author. He was about to ask what books they had when he suddenly stopped. His companion reached into his Kunai pouch and Chen likewise reached for his sword. a few short moments and one explosion later Chen was in the dirty water and there was a battle going on. despite being covered in filth, Chen smiled. This was what he signed up for.
Chen jumped to his feet and smoothly drew his sword. He channeled his Futon natured Chakra through it and blocked each of their strikes, slicing through their blades just a little with every block. If they had attacked with Kunai they would be left weaponless, and most likely limbless. He jumped back at the same time he did and ran through the handseals for Wind Release: Great Breakthrough. He shot it at the approaching Water Bullets and watched them slow to a crawl. While they still hit them, he had slowed them down enough that it would be little more than a minor annoyance that got him wet. Chen began laughing maniacally with insanity in his eyes as he rushed through some more hand seals. He breathed into his hand and watched his breath form into a small ball.
"Wind Release: Spiralling Wind Ball!"
Chen began firing multiple palm shaped balls of wind at the twins and laughed more. They were deceptively strong as they smashed through rock and most likely flesh and bone if they hit.
"Your blood is my strength! Make me work for this victory!" Chen inhaled deeply and breathed more Wind natured Chakra into his palm as he prepared for another volley of Spiralling Wind Balls. | Floodtalon's Chronicles of Chaos
“I have no need for a blade, the wind itself is my blade. But I do like this sword.”
Chen's hair is very blue. People always ask him whether it's natural for his hair to be blue. After giving the person asking a solid beating he will say yes. It is most certainly supposed to be blue and yes he does use conditioner. His eyes are both orange and he has a scar covering his right eye, he covers that with his bangs.
He is about 5"5 in height and He refuses to say how much he weighs. Not that it matters when you have Ninjas like the Akimichi who can pound you into a bloody paste with their fat. Either way he's pretty skinny. He has a tattoo of a wolf on his back and several tattoos of wires surrounding the wolf. He has scars all over his body, but what experienced Ninja doesn't?
He looks like he's maybe 18 years old, but who knows with Ninja? Maybe he's 80?
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【Full Name】
Chen Chideta
【Alias】
The Wild Wind
The Blinding Blade
That One Asshole
【Age】
23
【Sex】
Male
【Sexuality】
Heterosexual
【Birthplace】
Konohagakure
【Bloodline】
Chideta
【Rank】
Chūnin
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
If I were to describe Chen professionally he is a perfectly sane individual. He gave all the right answers to my questions and he is a textbook case of a loyal Konohagakure Ninja. He doesn't show any signs of wanting to defect, nor does he show any want to kill fellow Konohagakure Ninja. He is a model Ninja. This is why I decided to investigate him personally. The results I found were shocking to say the least. I would now describe him as a sociopath with a want, no a need to be stronger. He is rude, constantly annoys and borderline tortures others mentally for fun, talks about killing whenever he gets the chance and is likely to do almost anything in the pursuit of power. He is manipulative and cunning, which for anyone else would be fine. Traits like that in a person like him though, add up to bad news. I can say that he is loyal though and is not likely to betray anyone who he has connected to. But first he needs to make these connections. Please read the paper attached to learn more about my plan to insure loyalty. He seems to be very laidback in social situations and is willing to let others direct the conversation if it is unrelated to battle. He can be classified as an introvert with a INTJ personality. Professionally speaking, I Dr. diagnose Chen Chideta as mentally sound and ready for any missions. Personally I would like to diagnose him as a flight risk with the potential for great harm to Konohagakure.
【History】
When Chen was first born his mother knew he was destined to do great things and that he would affect history in a big way. His mother died shortly later from unknown causes. His father was distant and constantly went on missions leaving Chen with no bonds for the first 6 years of his life. At the age of 7 Chen's father chose to save his teammates life instead of completing the mission which cost Konohagakure a very impose client. Chen's father was disgraced and he committed Seppuku 2 years later leaving Chen with no family.
Chen was put into a orphanage where he quickly withdrew away from other people. He had a normal childhood, he joined the academy at the age of 10 and stayed in the middle of the class grades wise. He probably could've been one of the top students but he realised it would be dumb to reveal his abilities like that. He was a Ninja, not a samurai. If any teacher had really played attention to him, they would've noticed how interested he was in class whenever they talked about killing and fights. A little too much. He delighted in spars and on the final day of the Academy he decided to let loose in his spar. He crippled the child he was up against and made sure that he would never have a career. There was talk of kicking Chen out of the Ninja program but his mother was a major weapons maker and distributor, and Chen had inherited the business. The Council believed that if they kicked him out he would dedicate all of his inheritance to making their lives miserable and would sell to some other Ninja village to spite them. They instead gave him a private Jounin instructor so he couldn't hurt anyone else and so he could be watched. The two of them bonded and Chen knew what it was like to have a father once more. He trained hard under his Jounin instructor and took his first C Rank about 2 months later. It was a routine escort mission to the City of Waves, or it was supposed to be anyways. They were ambushed by several Nuke-Nin who were hired to kill their client. The Jounin was massacred and Chen was critically injured. He was found by passing civilians and taken to the hospital. He awoke a week later and pledged to become strong enough to never let anyone take away his precious people again. He trained for 4 years and was promoted to Chunin at the age of 18.
【Family ties】
Chen had no family for most of his childhood and at the age of 8 lost his only family. He had no real connection to his father so he didn't care too much when he died.
Guang Chideta| Father | 36, N/A, Chunin
Wan Chideta| Mother | 34, N/A, Shop Owner
【Dreams and fears】
Chen dreams of being stronger than everyone else so he can protect his precious people. He also dreams of gaining precious people. He fears letting people down and letting his friends die. Other than that he has no real aspirations.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Chen uses Futon Ninjutsu and Kenjutsu in tandem with one another. He will blow his opponents away, kick up large clouds of dust to use as cover, and is an expert in inflicting really painful injuries. Not even threatening injuries, just painful and distracting injuries. Chen can hold his own in an extended encounter but he can't let his opponent pressure him and get too close. He's more of a hit and run fighter.
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
Wind Release: Dust Cloud Technique
B rank techniques:
Wind Release: Vacuum Sphere
Wind Release: Gale Palm
Wind Release: Verdant Mountain Gale
C rank techniques:
Wind Release: Spiraling Wind Ball
Flame Release: Flame Bullet.
Water Release: Gunshot.
Wind Release: Great Breakthrough
D-E rank techniques:
Knows basic jutsus required to pass.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Harikēnbureido
Weapon, tool or object type:
Katana
Description:
Harikēnbureido is a katana made out of Chakra Metal, which allows it to channel Wind Natured chakra without breaking. It is 23 inches long and has no handguard. The handle is wrapped in bandages which can be unraveled to use as emergency medical supplies. The handle itself is quite ornate and has the kanji for wind on the bottom of it. |
47,695 | 1,294 | 19 | 2,089 | 1,980 | Aoi Don Maquia
Aoi was pleased to see that they were following her example and decided to run instead of taking those slow, boring boats. Luckily for her Tsukiko would be their righteous guide to correctly orient themselves through the dense fog surrounding the area. It wasn't called the hidden mist for nothing, Tsukiko's sense of smell and general aptness in terms of just surviving made her quite useful in such uncomfortable environments. They were shinobi though, so it wasn't like they couldn't get around anyway. They'd quickly reach land thanks to their superior speed and proceed to approaching the scorching city that befell to the hands of war and terror. It wouldn't take long until the walls hiding the outskirts of town would be visible through the mist and they'd finally leap through to infiltrate the agglomeration.
Eventually Tsukiko would order them to stop and engage in preparing for a more stealthy approach, they didn't want to go in hard and conspicuous when there could be an enemy at every corner. Peering to the left, then to the right, the low to catch on Aoi wasn't quite sure why they were stopping at first, it wasn't like there was any threat nearby and most of the fighters were farther away. It would only be when the clown would be shunned for being so bright with her variety of colors on her current attire that she understood what the issue was. Sighing, she acknowledged what was expected of her and scrambled her brains to figure out the perfect appearance. Tsukiko went for an old hag while Yamato would play as the older brother.
"Hmmm~ Oh I know!"
Upon seeing Yamato's appearance, she was strangely inspired. Forming the appropriate hand seal, the mucus around her body would vibrate and take a new form around her, essentially giving her an entirely new appearance without modifying her actual size. Following the significance of her name, she morphed into a young girl with blue hair and the typical peasant set of clothes.
"Oh hey bro~ You look mighty nice today~"
She'd imitate a farmer girl's accent to taunt and bother the poor Yamato that likely more than had it with this whole situation. Tsukiko had order to get moving, and as such Aoi glanced at the connecting streets and made sure there wasn't a camping bloke nearby so they could move with full discretion. Despite the endeavor of wanting to be inconspicuous, the clown had the right idea to skip around as her preferred gait in this particular situation. It was indeed more eye catching, but it did also fit the character of a young, naive girl being a little too optimistic despite what they were going through.
"Oi big bro! Nana! Lotsa smoke over here!"
Indeed they were nearing the more industrial area of Kiri, where they would likely find factories. The Chideta warehouse would likely be nearby within the smog of the industry. Licking her index finger, Aoi let the wind determine where the factory would be. East, it said. And as such she marched toward that direction, of course with a much slower pace. This was just a practical joke she'd pull on the overly serious colleagues of her's (at least they looked it) and she'd immediately turn around after three seconds. | Spode's Character Emporium of Wonders!
“You better Party Hardy!”
Aoi is often seen wearing clown-like attires on the streets and during missions, however her 'casual' apparel revolves around a basic T-shirt with a basic skirt with basic leggings, sometimes stockings. The color she enjoys associating with herself the most would be blue and yellow, for some odd reason. She also dislikes sandals and sticks to civilian shoes, or during mission, her circus footwear. She's also fond of little bells hanging off her clothing and the peak of her shoes.
Her body is exceptionally flexible, enough to be considered a contortionist, however her muscle mass is relatively low, making her weak on the strength side. Thin and small at 5'1", it enables her to be extremely agile and quick on her feet and movements. Coupled with her greatest asset: near perfect dexterity, she is a force to be reckoned with in a physical level too.
Although many boys consider her pretty, her main asset in social interactions lies in her ability to illuminate rooms with her radiant optimism. She essentially makes herself much prettier to the opposite sex through her mannerisms and tendencies to seek their attention.
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【Full Name】
Aoi Don Maquia
【Alias】
Gooey
【Age】
17
【Sex】
Female
【Sexuality】
Secret
【Birthplace】
Amegakure
【Bloodline】
The Don Maquia troupe: Although not officially bloodline, the circus troupe prepares their young to perform certain arts and master certain abilities generally unknown to the world.
【Rank】
Jonin
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Visually an air headed, bubbly teenage girl with a need to enjoy life to the fullest. Her behavior is coupled with a need to be the center of attention, to be recognized as an existing being with a significance to this world, hence her goofy attitude and desire to please her crowd. This however is questionable when one realizes the themes she selects when verbally expressing her humor, dark themed jokes are fine but when applied to targets she is under the obligation to kill, her motives and psyche become questionable. Nonetheless, no signs of psychopathy or any social disorder are to be determined. She's actually quite altruistic and friendly toward those she recognizes as either family or friends, but it is evident that she holds a strong level of egocentric behavior.
She is however one to play with her food and make a spectacle out of it. In fights she'll often stage something irrelevant in order to reach her goals while pleasing her audience. She never hesitates, whether it is to be silly or to seize an opportunity. Some might say she's fearless, others believe she is stupid or insane, but the truth of the matter is she has a large amount of experience in presentation and executing nearly flawless moves, making this relatively easy for her. Her lack of education before entering the ninja program and difficulties in reading and writing barely hinder her performance.
She appears to be a rather sensitive person, however, taking rejection exceptionally badly, to the point of being depressed. Her outgoing character can easily be vanquished by a simple critique. She is capable of killing someone over such a critique, but most of the time she'd sulk for a week or two.
【History】
Like many children living in an era of poverty in smaller countries, Aoi was abandoned by her parents a few hours after her birth. Fortunately the parents didn't randomly leave her at a home but instead confided her to the renown Don Maquia troupe as they passed the country. They knew leaving an abandoned child there would motivate them to keep it, as it was how they usually made staff.
And so, she was raised in a gypsy-esque environment where travelling was frequent and work was every day, no real weekend. As she grew up, Jouro Don Maquia would not cut her some slack and initiated her to the realities of labor and hardships, but she never really complained as it felt normal to her. It didn't mean she was devoid of any fun, if anything fun was something they managed to develop during work and practice for performances. Usually by mixing the two, Aoi and her closest friend Mia had fun doing their chores while doing various acrobatic acts. She was happy with what she had, and couldn't care less about her biological parents.
At one point, she'd be initiated to one of the troupe's secrets, a special way to manipulate chakra without being unique. She had a strong affinity for water, being from the Rain village, and naturally developed the abilities to hide in water and rain, but she had no knowledge of chakra otherwise. The basics were learned through usual practice, walking on water impressed many civilians, so it was general practice, substitution made great magic effects, fake clones too and so on. Chakra was something that enabled great success for the troupe, however the true secret revealed to Aoi's specific affinity would be her mucus ability. With it, she'd easily impress her audience while being exceptionally flexible in most domains. Initially, it wasn't meant to be a weapon, but through creativity, she managed to defend herself from low bandits trying to rob the troupe.
Eventually reaching Konoha, multiple Jounin took notice of her unique capabilities that they had never seen before and offered her the chance to become a ninja. Realizing how it would approach her to her goal, she righteously accepted and moved on as a Genin without any Academy training (she was more than capable in entry levels). The only problem would be that she'd be unable to read and write, causing problems to her superiors. Sure she managed to learn most of it, but she isn't quite efficient at it, being a slow reader and writing so poorly it's barely comprehensible. She easily learns new lingo, however.
Upon reaching the ranking of Chuunin, she realizes how close she is getting to becoming a world renown figure that left her mark.
【Family ties】
Aoi's ties are rather strange to say the least. She wasn't raised by ordinary parents, but rather grew up as a carny along with the entire Don Maquia troupe. Her relationship with them is worthy of a sibling-type relation, as they grew up with her since she was in diapers. They did not object to her ambition of becoming a famous ninja, having formed her for such usage in any case. They continue to support her through letters and regular visits at Konoha.
Jouro Don Maquia | Adoptive Father | 56, Don Maquia Troupe, The leader of the Don Maquia Troupe, regarded as the father of every member, he is highly respected and no one dares to question his authority.
Mia Don Maquia | Spiritual Sister | 15, Don Maquia Troupe, A professional acrobat in the troupe, she was Aoi's best friend and closest 'sister'.
Bo Don Maquia | Spiritual Uncle | 44, Don Maquia Troupe, The lion tamer of the troupe, he often took care of Aoi when she had fallen ill or when Jouro wasn't around.
Guru | Pet | 8, Don Maquia Troupe, Aoi's attributed animal she had to raise. It is an elephant she often uses in her performances in the troupe.
Akio Tendou | Lover | 18, Aoi's home, Aoi's first girlfriend after changing her love interest paradigm. The relationship has been going on for about two years now and no signs of tensions as of yet. Akio is the more 'dominant' one of the relationship, but is easily intimidated by Aoi's social skills.
【Dreams and fears】
Aoi dreams of great fame and crowds, reaching the pinnacle of bliss and recognition. By becoming a high level ninja, she hopes to attain the ranks of the heroes of this world and have her face carved in some stone somewhere, never to be forgotten. Along with that, she dreams of performing in front of all five Kages and Daimiyos, only to have them all cheer for her success, accompanied by fireworks and the likes.
As for fears, she's terrified of failing, to the point of of breaking down in depression if she feels as though things have not gone her way during a performance. She is scared of never being remembered positively, or even worse, at all.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Sporadic and deceiving are what define her capabilities in the field or even in sparring in general. Aoi does not use brutal force nor does she cautiously wait for her prey, she seizes any initiative to pull off a very specific stunt. She considers her battles a performance, and it must be perfect, meaning every move must be executed correctly. She tends to stage her moves and perform multiple magic tricks to deceiver her opponents as she lays her trap. She combines speed, agility and craftiness to kill her prey before it can even show its trump card.
【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】
Bloodline limit name:
Mucus Surprise
Description:
Although not a true bloodline limit, very few in the world are able to master this ability. Essentially it requires initiation from birth and at least an affinity to water, thus it can be classed as a form of Hiden. Rare societies such as the Don Maquia troupe have maintained its secrets. Basically, it enables the wielder to turn their chakra into different form of oozing mucus that can take the form of different imagined objects and have the properties of things such as rubber or gum. The possibilities are quite huge but the product coming from it is thick liquid-like substance that almost always sticks.
Strengths:
Generally it keeps the properties of rubber and gum, making it not only dangerously adhesive but strongly resistant to kinetic force coming from blunt strikes. When used as a medium to trap others, it is surprisingly lethal and effective. Strongly resistant to burns.
Weaknesses:
Generally easy to cut through depending on the mass and density, which only require extra strength put into cuts. Those with superior physical strength can resist the stickiness to a great extent, even break it under conditions.
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
B rank techniques:
C rank techniques:
Water Release: Starch Syrup Capturing Field
D-E rank techniques:
Water Release: Hiding in Water Technique
Water Release: Hiding in Rain Technique
*Basic Jutsu
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Gooey Bungee
Rank:
A
Range:
From 0 to 80 meters to apply it, maintained in over 200 meters
Description:
A transparent strand of mucus is created from her body and can be released from any point she desires. The strand itself can have one end stuck against a target she had contact with as much as she can have it latch onto something from a distance (by pointing at it or something similar). While being transparent, it has little to no texture and can barely be felt if touching the skin due to its lack of smell, taste or consistency. This mucus, however, is dangerous for many reasons. It can contract and release whenever Aoi desires (its her chakra after all), the contraction being exceptionally powerful like a form of 'super-rubber', allowing her to pull our push relatively heavy thing by simply connecting the strand to her index finger. The strength and weight of the target will determine the amount of chakra is demands for the contraction strength. She can also transfer it from her finger to say another target and have it contact, causing one or both the targets to be pulled and hit each other. She can use up to fifteen at once. They can be easily cut, however they do not vanish, making them susceptible to being reattached at any moment. Ripping it off would be logical, however if it was to contract, it would be relatively futile.
On lighter objects, it can tighten itself to a point where it can act like a chakra thread, manipulating said smaller objects at will, though that doesn't mean she can be as precise as a puppet master.
Jutsu name:
Unexpected Reveal: Jellyfish Sting!
Rank:
A
Range:
Contact
Description:
A technique developed during the time when Aoi was under evaluation for "Jonin confirmation". Given the lack of examination, she was put under Katsu Hyuuga's care for testing. Forming a type of student - teacher bond, they grew accustomed to each other's abilities and were able to create this technique. Utilizing the same principles as the soft fist fighting style, Aoi either uses the tip of her fingers or the pointed knuckles of her major fingers to "spray" raw mucus chakra. Unlike Hyuuga, she cannot pinpoint it on either tenketsu or on organs to have a result, but she can have the raw chakra pierce through armor (still requires contact) and flesh and have it take solid form a second later. The result is mucus chakra clogging primarily the nervous system and somewhat of the chakra system (mostly efficient on members).
If hitting an arm for instance, the nervous messages from let's say the elbow if hit there down to the hands will be blocked, essentially paralyzing the forearm. With the body, hitting the abdomen or the chest strongly reduces mobility to the point where coordination is difficult (members remain normal), the more it is hit the more one will feel exhausted. If the spine, neck or head are hit, they are instantly paralyzed. No matter where, the effects of each hit lasts for two posts. They are also very easy to counter with a strong punch considering Aoi's poor strength, making it an ability extremely efficient but ridiculously risky.
Jutsu name:
Mister Spodes!
Rank:
B
Range:
Can reach up to 20 meters (tentacles)
Description:
Using the same cloth as Abra Kadabra, Aoi twists and turns the handkerchief with blinding speed (such as a clown making a balloon animal) until it forms a hollow Octopus with a ^0^ face. It would only be when she tosses it while doing the Ram seal that it suddenly gets filled with a mass of mucus in it. It becomes about 2 feet in height and holds eight tentacles likes a regular octopus. They aren't very mobile and are generally very slow, however their tentacles extend rather quickly and can catch someone off guard. The mucus in the tentacles serves as a form of suction cup that keeps what it captures stuck in a tight bind similar to Gooey Surprise (with same limits). The Mister Spodes can easily glues themselves to the ground to prevent enemies from dragging them, essentially making them very useful seals to non-superhuman fighters. They die when their head it damaged (to the point where it leaks). Aoi can make up to four of them per fight and they can also be used as body replacement dummies. They also have a very eerie tendency to wail 'Boyoyoyoyo' quite often, no one knows how this is possible.
Jutsu name:
Gooey Replica!
Rank:
B
Range:
Self, Clone technique
Description:
Essentially shadow clone technique applied on mucus. The clones are composed of strange, green mucus and are able to move like regular people. They can also use mucus abilities with half the power of the original (in exception to techniques higher in rank than this one). When they die, they explode into a heavy mass of mucus that sticks onto anything around them, hence their use as suicide bombers to hinder the movements of an opponent. Up to four can be made per fight
Jutsu name:
Abra Kadabra!
Rank:
B
Range:
Contact
Description:
By wielding a cloth the size of her forearm, she can apply a slight variation of the Generic Sealing Technique an have it work as a magician's cloth. The cloth itself is used to make objects warp to a storage where they can be solicited at will. The goal of this cloth is to wrap around objects (completely or partially depending on the size), whether they are the opponent's or her own and apply to generic sealing to have them stored elsewhere. This makes it appear as though she made the object vanish. Subsequently, the object is unavailable until the cloth is taken from her (as it gains priority over other summonings). If the cloth is stolen, and touched by anyone else, anything it recently contained is released in one go.
Jutsu name:
Gooey Surprise!
Rank:
C
Range:
Close, in person.
Description:
A much more developed variation of the transformation technique. Indeed, the user covers themselves with a gooey layer of mucus capable of taking different shapes and sizes, colors and textures. The mucus is highly adhesive though, enough to make it act like quicksand: The more there's resistance, the deeper it gets, though it cannot be that deep because of Aoi's thin figure. It is very useful for trapping though not too specialized in hand to hand combat. Those specialized can use their techniques to break free with relative ease, though it doesn't mean that they're immune to the immediate effects. It doesn't give immunity to heat either, though it does slightly reduce overall damage, along with any other type of damage really.
Jutsu name:
Snot danger parade!
Rank:
C
Range:
Varies, close to medium usually.
Description:
By either using a specific hand sign or inhaling things like pepper, Aoi sneezes large mucus bubbles capable of swallowing more than one individual. The larger that it can get would be as large as a horse. Those trapped inside can easily pop it, however it would result in the bubble imploding, not only causing strong pressure to hit their bodies, rendering most to a rather confused and head aching state, while being covering in dense mucus stuck on the ground. This also causes smaller, human size bubbles to take shape. If the popping is made from outside, the explosion is general and hits everyone except those inside.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
White Cloth
Weapon, tool or object type:
Jutsu related item
Description:
The Cloth used of Abra Kadabra! It is entirely white but holds an invisible seal serving as a generic sealing. Aoi can make random objects (weapons, smoke bombs, all that stuff, even doves) appear out of her sleeve using that same seal, making it appear like a magic trick.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Magic Cards
Weapon, tool or object type:
Cutting weapon
Description:
A set of playing cards forged to be as sharp as a kunai, however lighter and more malleable. They are easier to use but weak in one on one blade fights as their small weight makes them easy to break through. They are perfect for assassination and tactically placed hits, however.
“Deleting.”
Junshiro's appearance is easily misleading as it always leaves individuals wondering if its designed to be female or male, let alone if they're even aware if its a robot or not. Its face is more or less flawless and gives off more feminine features than masculine, his is enhanced with its 'middle ground' voice, sound like a female with a low voice but a male with a not-so low voice. It keeps its hair short to maintain that illusion of sex ambiguity.
It ever shows what's behind its clothes, and often refers to tight, black clothing with a turtle neck alone with black jeans. They're said to be its' favorite type of clothing for operations as they blend well in the night with its dark black hair. It keeps it simple and doesn't have a huge thing for fashion. Behind the clothes, well, its body is not like the norm. It has two metal plating on the chest as shield to defend the most vital of organs, which its body structure resembles that of a female more than a male: Larger hips, smaller shoulder width and so on.
Measuring 5'9" and being rather thin as an individual, it doesn't have a hard time blending in as the average Joe, staying extremely inconspicuous in large populations. It does however have one fault, and its the perpetual bags under its eyes, now not a flaw, but a trait that can possibly distinguish it from the rest.
Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
National Caretaker 4 (N.C.4)
【Alias】
Junshiro
【Age】
16
【Sex】
Androgynous
【Birthplace】
11th Corp - Konoha
【Bloodline】
N/A
【Rank】
Chūnin - Prodigy
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
One could easily compare N.C.4 to the Terminator with its completely emotionless expression and monotone voice. Indeed, it appears to be entirely aloof to almost any situation at hand, no matter how exciting or terrifying it might be. It is devoid of emotions, or at least its been born with strong cerebral damage to the area that processes emotions, making it very difficult for it to understand them, let alone feel them. But it isn't impossible.
An example of it actually behaving like a human is its unquenchable curiosity, often pushing it to obsession when it is fixated on something. And this can go in any way possible: As far as uncovering the inner workings of an underground organization or simply want color socks its client would be wearing that day. It can also have a random burst of emotion, often when confronted to something that fascinates it. She expresses that by a random and extremely unnerving giggle before licking its lips.
However when someone is going to interact with it, chances are its going to disregard any form of social norm and expose various known and observable facts about its interlocutor and make conclusions off them, often being negative ones. It seems to have a desire to debunk the most confident of individuals with that type of react, exposing all their flaws so they would have their bubble burst. It won't hesitate to offer a demonstrative spar to expose these flaws. That said, it some how manages to get cocky itself in these scenarios, often performing unnecessary actions for reasons only known to it. This has caused it to lose fights before.
【History】
N.C.4's story begins after the end of Pain's invasion. Konoha is in ruins and its lack of military power has gotten quite obvious to multiple individuals relying on the Root organization to keep their investments safe. With the death of Danzo Shomura, renovation was needed and new plans were made to have an adequate defense against future attacks from sure intimidating foes. Plus, the dehumanizing process of Root was nearing the scandal it was inevitably heading for, prompting even more the demand for such an efficient and cost effective substitute.
The aftermath of the Pain invasion left few to analyze, but one Pain body remained that was much different from the others: The Asura Path. It has a very specific structure that allowed it to fuse machine and organs in perfect harmony via the power of the Rinnegan. Multiple theories from great minds emerged and this endeavor to reach the perfect shinobi became a possibility. However Root would quickly meet its downfall and the project would be under suspension until further notice.
Then came the 11th Squad. Various details about the project remain hidden, even to the Hokage, but what must be known is that at least 7 prototypes exist, and N.C.4 (the fourth prototype) is the only final product capable of efficient field work as of yet. It is said that its success rate is 100%, as it holds no true pride nor empathy for others and focuses entirely on the mission. Scum for nowadays shinobi, but the perfect operative for the type of work given by the very ambiguous 11th Corp. The existence of such a being raises doubts on the supposedly much enhanced ethics of the Corp compared to Root. But the political lobby behind it is currently too big to bring about a thorough investigation.
【Family ties】
Being a being like no other and having lived in the 11th Corp its entire existence, it doesn't have a true "family".
Saburo Uchiha | Colleague | 18, Irrelevant location, Ridiculous partner in the 11th Corp and a frequent sparring dummy. His Sharingan is one of the reasons why N.C.4 is so adaptable to other opponents.
【Dreams and fears】
It must first understand these two concepts for itself before developing an identity toward these.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
As one would expect, N.C.4 behaves by using complete rationality and will not execute a plan without being in agreement with the probabilities it shows. It is however extremely relentless and has ever shown a hint of hesitation, exploiting any possible weakness it can find. Though in execution, it often relies on keeping almost the exact same distance between it and its foes, averaging from 20 to 30 meters.
Because of its strong ability to learn and its upbringing in the 11th corp, it seems capable of adapting to any other fighting style with ease, going as far as to copy various position to destabilize the foes. It will also often use speech to attempt and affect the psyche of its opponent, acting on what it can observe to make effective deductions on their composure and motives. To pinpoint exactly what this being will do in every fight before it happens is a maddening job, however.
【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】
Bloodline limit name:
Asura Project
Description:
A project first conceived at the ends of the ROOT organization and now finished under the 11th Corp. The idea of creating the perfect shinobi by basing it off the remains of the Asura path left during Pain's invasion was finally a success. The concept of such a creation relies on fusing machine with human, however the program is far from being perfect, it ha created multiple prototypes, notably N.C.4, the only one adequate for field work.
These beings are mostly organic, however multiple organs, including the brain, have been either replaced or enhanced by a mechanical upgrade. They naturally have a large weight than the average, and it entails superior strength than the normal. They forearms and forelegs are both enhanced by metal muscles to protect these members. They have a ridiculously high tolerance to pain and know full well how to react when damaged to specific spots.
They ability to analyze is possibly the best attribute they wield, having the power to take on a large amount of information, they are greatly reliable when it comes to treating information. It doesn't mean they can analyze anything at super speeds and copy the sharingan, but they can easily assess the situation. Added to that is they ability to simulate thermal and X-ray vision, chakra vision being too complex for this version of the Project. And yes their bodies have the same weakness as humans otherwise.
Strengths:
Generally superior boost, powerful learning capabilities and extremely high endurance in battle.
Weaknesses:
Inability to learn beyond their two elements. Damage from Lightning attacks to the main body will disable them for a certain period of time depending on the damage.
【Ninja techniques】
B rank techniques:
iBomb
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Cleansing Protocol
Rank:
A
Range:
Varies upon usage
Description:
Akin to the Murderous Grasp, the user of Cleansing Protocol is capable of releasing metal wires from both their fingers and the tip of their feet/shoes and manipulate them into various forms. Here the chakra applied is Lightning, which functions like chakra flow on a blade, enhancing the wire's cutting ability while stiffening the construct when manipulated into a specific way. The cutting power can go up to cutting steel, though it can easily be fought back by using a blade (with enough skill, otherwise it breaks quickly) or an enhanced cutting weapons or defensive object.
Although they have a long reach, the longer the enhanced wire, the easier it is to halt the progression of the wire by just blocking a specific spot, like blocking a blade. However the smaller it is, the stronger the force applied will be. When enhanced, the wires are quite easy to see being a bright blue color and easy to predict from long range. Oppositely, the closer one is, the harder they are to predict, but in exchange the amount of moves the user can make is limited due to small manipulation space.
Jutsu name:
Trojan Horse
Rank:
A
Range:
N/A
Description:
Essentially a clone made of metal wires, knitted in blinding speeds, almost as fast as the normal formation of a shadow clone. This clone has the particularity of only being able to be formed once every 24h, but in exchange it gives a large amount of benefits. To start off, it's made of metal and is much heavier than its robotic user, making it unable to jump (it can however run in normal speeds) and its large movements are slower. However they look and have exactly the same traits as N.C.4, to the point where no dojutsu can distinguish it from the original.
It is able to use to a slower and weaker extent the Cleansing Protocol, but it remains much more predictable and easily blocked. However it has the capability of using itself or the original as a form of puppet, though it is mostly used as the puppet (it still acts like a clone but has the ability to react to things it can't see thanks to its manipulator).
It's biggest advantage is the fact that, despite it being unable to user any other type of jutsu, it doesn't dissipate from simple damage: Decapitation, strong blunt hits, dismemberment barely work and it can act without its head (though it will be slowed down). It can only be destroyed by completely destroying its structure (ie, fitting a strong bomb inside of it or a large fire attack, possibilities are endless).
Jutsu name:
Compatibility Check
Rank:
B
Range:
Personal
Description:
A strong Genjutsu countermeasure, applied when Fujitora was integrated in the Konoha's ranks. The ability is simple and doesn't make one immune to anything. However, it does work in a way that N.C.4's brain is almost divided into "two different organs". More precisely, the receptors of sound connected to the ear are not connected to the same "brain" as sight, meaning that sound based genjutsu will not affect the robot's vision, and visual based will not affect its hearing. As such, it is a lot easier for it to recognize genjutsu and pinpoint itself using this feature. It doesn't work with other senses as of now.
Jutsu name:
Reassembly
Rank:
B
Range:
Personal, contact
Description:
The best way to describe its process would be this. The process is very simple, N.C.4 focuses strongly on a wound, often a stump or a large one and manipulates its chakra to have a specific, thin stitch wire pierce the target's flesh. Then commences the magic, all muscles, nerves, and skin are reattached to nearly 100%. This healing ability is extremely impractical in the heat of battle as it requires the bot's entire focus, but it also consumes a large amount of its chakra, making it not only nearly incompatible in fights but also too taxing. The average time it takes to restore a severed limb would be about 2 minutes.
Jutsu name:
Cookies
Rank:
B
Range:
200m
Description:
N.C.4 releases from its shoulders four small drones, the size of a chick, the shape of fireflies. They scatter under the hivemind of the robot and act as trackers to the nearby area. They are capable of using thermal vision. They essentially relay information the same way the Pain bodies had shared vision. They are easily destroyed and make a strong buzzing sound. Beyond 200m they can't relay information.
Jutsu name:
Wireless Connection
Rank:
C
Range:
Close - Mid range
Description:
Another name for this ability can be "Wire bullets". Simply put, it's a wire balled up into a ball and shot through N.C.4's fingers like a bullet, going as fast as one too (ninja reflexes yo). They have no piercing power and are purely blunt, though they give nasty bruises. They quite useful when shot at the legs of people running around as the knockback is quite fierce. Three hand seals are needed for a volley of ten shots. They can easily be cut or destroyed with a counter.
Jutsu name:
Path Finding
Rank:
C
Range:
Personal
Description:
This technique can only be used two meters from the ground. It essentially uses wind chakra to create a small platform so the user can maneuver around. It is produced by small propellers at N.C.4's feet that release streams of air filled with wind chakra.
Jutsu name:
Extension Cords
Rank:
C
Range:
5m - 50m
Description:
There are two version to this ability, the first being five thick, steel cords coming out of the user's forearm to bind a victim in a strong bind. The strength is akin to a small boa constricting them. The second version is the user's hand being shot like a grapple onto something and either pulling that thing or itself.
Jutsu name:
Power Battery
Rank:
C
Range:
Contact
Description:
A wave of lighting chakra released when in contact with either the cords or N.C.4's grip. The shock is strong enough to paralyze an elephant, but it is non-lethal. It can only maintain paralyzed if contact is maintained.
“Family is the only true refuge we have in this world, Aya.”
Standing at an impressive 6'3", Fujitora can be simply intimidating by his physical composure. Built perfectly for his aggressive fighting style, his muscles are clearly at peak condition. He shares the same type of blonde hair as his sister with bright green eyes. Another similarity is his pale white skin, a typical trait for those from Ame due to the weather conditions there. In general, his body reflects the image of a perfectly healthy adult male despite his horrible smoking habits.
Speaking of smoking, his chain smoking makes cigarettes practically a staple to his every day appearance, changing only for the sake of completing a certain mission. His expression goes well with it, he's often seen pretty bored or tired when he's outside heading for work, but he does hold one of the most illuminating smiles one could see in their lives. It would be no surprise that he's a womanizer with his facial attributes, as they translate just enough about his intentions to get the attention of women.
As for clothes, he's often seen wearing a brown coat with blue or black jeans depending on his morning mood. He's also used to dressing classy but as a Jonin commander that doesn't go well too often. At work or during a mission he's not wearing the typical flack jacket but rather a completely white trench coat coupled with white, baggy pants. They are optimal for hiding weapons and concealing certain aspects about his body. He also wears gloves quite frequently, at work or not.
Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Fujitora Choko
【Alias】
The Overseer
【Age】
37
【Sex】
Male
【Sexuality】
Heterosexual
【Birthplace】
Amegakure
【Bloodline】
Choko, a name now redeemed
【Rank】
Jonin Commander (former)
Head Master of the 11th Corp
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Fujitora is a man who completely comprehends and applies the concept of separating work life and personal life, to the point of being nearly two entirely different people in both instances. On the one hand, he's a jolly blonde guy always making really BAD jokes with his colleagues and friends and making a fool out of himself with his lack of charisma. Though he lacks personal charisma, he still keeps a friendly and appeasing aura that encourages others to follow what he says and never cast him aside, something many leaders lack these days. He's however prone to a lot of jokes and free mockery, but he's always a sport regarding those and rarely says anything offending.
On the other hand, when it comes to work, he's a firm believer of discipline and has zero tolerance of defiance and selfishness from his underlings. He holds titles at heart, whether it is mister or san, as long as positions of power and respect are understood, he will respect the others equally. He would not blink an eye if he were to ruin someone's career if they were to disobey his rules, a merciless trait one could see in him when he's interrogating a suspect. He shows no pity, and goes by the rules. This kind of behavior is more or less translated in fights. He doesn't hesitate, ever, when fighting a target, but will purposely do things out of character in order to achieve his goals. Being a firm believer in prepared strikes and gaining as much intelligence as possible before a fight, his Fission ability corresponds perfectly to the type of man he is on duty.
Deep down, however, he is a very sensitive man prone to emotion. His pride and professionalism usually hides this, save for anger that he controls at this moment to increase his efficiency. He holds grudges quite easily and can break down in situations that could be crucial if he were to learn of something disconcerting enough. His family is particularly important to him, especially after the recent hardships that had happened, he's often stressed to know his sister is still exposed to fights and such.
【History】
Born in the warming Choko household, Fujitora was destined to be the successor of Choko & Fu Inc., having been looked up to by his father ever since he could talk. His father was convinced that he'd be the genius to revolutionize the industry and affirm the Choko name as one of the most influential in the world. He attended specialized private schools as he was 6, being in one of those fancy, elitist schools that cost a fortune and only a handful could afford. It would be at the age of 9, nearing his 10 years old, that his sister would come to this earth. This kind of pregnancy wasn't new to him, however, for at the age of 7 his parents had attempted to conceive another child, but it came out stillborn, discouraging them for at least a year. But finally, Ayame came to this world.
While his sister was enjoying diapers and eating off a little spoon, he enrolled in the general shinobi academy. One would think he'd immediately hit a specialized school for business and administration, but a his father and grandfather did, being part of the shinobi, a military organization, leads to being disciplined and acquiring coordination know hows the majority lack in the business world. As so, Fujitora oriented his efforts into becoming a proud shinobi to please his father. Sure he wasn't the best, but he managed to get through it without any real struggles, unlike his sister. Graduating proved an extent of his capabilities, but he'd be then tasked to handle workload in tandem with Genin missions. It proved hard and unnecessary the first year but he grew accustomed to the huge amount of efforts he had to invest. Plus as the years went on, Ame became less and less active in a military perspective, effectively making the shinobi job much less painful. It'd be at the rank of Chuunin, age 16, that he'd put aside most of his Shinobi life to dedicate himself to his work. At that time, his sister hit the same kind of school as he did. Despite his work load, he developed an amusing need in taking care of her while his parents were often away to handle external affairs of the company.
In his twenties he'd get the real dose of the world of business. Frauds, treason, greed, killings, etc. He began to become misanthropist, looking at the world as garbage that simply doesn't deserve his pity or effort to make it better. But he did consider one thing to be absolutely pure: His family. The only people he wouldn't owe anything to, unlike the banks, those who would never kill you in your sleep, unlike his associates, those who would display indiscriminate love and gratitude, unlike the rest of the world. It essentially saved him from hating pretty much anything. Aged 24 he got married fairly early to a fellow student he knew back before the chuunin exams. It only lasted two years though as his mother passed away, affecting him greatly to the point of falling in a circle of self pity and anger. It drove his wife away and brought in divorce. He didn't care as much, however, as he had his family. The company fell quickly after after a gargantuan rise in prices and technology advancing too quickly. Amegakure was no longer potable, and so they'd have to migrate their remaining skills where it was needed: Konoha.
With his experience Fujitora was easily Jonin. Konoha recognized as much from a foreigner anyway. The positive thing was that they had a home, rankings mattered little to him at this point. But it became obvious that living off simple Jonin salary wouldn't be enough to restore their former glory. He needed to be stronger, better, despite having very little advantage in chakra affinity. For three years, he trained five hours a day, six days a week, on a nearby mountain, pushing himself into near insane limits. He had time to do so with his job that required a lot less work than the lower ranks. After extensive and insane endeavors to reach an unsure goal, he hit the point of the "Divine Blood", a power so dangerous in tandem with everything he had developed that the Hokage recognized it.
His current position is due to many factors: His current power, his experience at the head of a company and his overall ability to discipline himself and those around him.
【Family ties】
Family holds a very big importance in Fujitora's person. Having lived in a world of business and the ambition of taking over the family business, he came the realize the true darkness this world holds. As such it is considered a rare and singular jewel that he values more than human life itself.
Akinero Choko | Father | 61, Konohagakure, retired. Lives in an apartment of his own where he plays a lot of chess with neighbors.
Mori Choko | Mother | 53, Amegakure, deceased. Rests in a tomb on the Amegakure graveyard, which is adorned with a large tombstone.
Ayame Choko | Sister | 26, Konohagakure, Hokage Assistant, Fujitora's best friend and refuge from this cruel world.
【Dreams and fears】
Fujitora's goals are unclear, having lost his family's business, he oriented himself toward becoming a high level shinobi, which he achieved. He claims to want to bring back a similar company and redeem the family name as a wealthy, highly influential one. He mainly goes with the flow, usually following what his younger sister follows, this being world peace. A common endeavor, sure, but with the position he holds he actually has a bit of weight in this perspective.
He fears losing someone as important as his mother. Just as he is afraid of death, his death. He is also scared of talking about his family's downfall in terms of success as it fills him with insecurities. He's also a bit of a control freak.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Fujitora uses a specific fighting style revolving around a 'controlled' brute force. Being prone to rage by having little patience, he uses it to his advantage by making himself more violent all the while following the tactics he had prepared. This is seen by the contrast in his arsenal between brute-like enhancement abilities and his hallucinogen-like genjutsu he applies. These abilities are simple but extremely difficult to follow because of his aggressive style to play. Nonetheless, despite all the intelligence related and hypnotic effects of his techniques, he's a close and personal brawler, making him the perfect candidate to tag team with his sister, Ayame. They are considered nearly unbeatable in a tag team.
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
B rank techniques:
C rank techniques:
Chakra enhanced Strength
D-E rank techniques:
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Heavenly Guide: Divine Blood
Rank:
S
Range:
Personal and contact
Description:
This technique is Fujitora's unique trump card and revolves around making him a merciless juggernaut in combat. It essentially functions as an armor similar to earth spear, turning the affected skin AND muscles of the user and turning them into a material stronger than steel. The big difference between it and similar elemental powers would be its complete elemental neutrality, essentially making it pure Yang. Consequently no element is stronger against this armor than another. The way it is applied can be summarized into three points.
1) Localized application, meaning certain portions of his body are affected by this ability. In most cases it is applied on the entirety of the forearms and maintained this way during most of the fight. Because it is localized and highly controlled, someone of Fujitora's level can consider it barely accountable in terms of chakra consumption. However only two areas can be affected at once (about the size of the forearms) and once the armor is retracted to cover an area, a wait of five seconds (about a post) has to be done in order to apply it again. Needless to say this is a great maneuver to handle pinpoint attacks.
2) General application, contrarily to the localized version, to make the armor general the boar hand seal must be made. The muscle density of Fujitora doubles and covers his entire body with the armor. The defensive capabilities are reduced and exchanged for higher physical damage, essentially making his hits dangerously lethal if not reacted to. General, Area of Effect attacks are not very efficient against him in this form but pinpoint attacking and precision moves easily pierce the armor. The chakra cost to maintain is more considerable than the former.
3) External application, meaning he can apply it to an object or person he touches for a simple chakra cost. The more he needs to coat, the more costly it'll be. As long as he maintains contact on the target, it will not lose the hardened shell and cost little to nothing, however if contact is lost, the effects will dissipate in exactly fifteen seconds (1-2 posts depending on the speed and order of events).
Of course specialty of each user is taken into consideration when evaluating the damage inflicted, such as even localized areas receive superficial scratches from enhanced cutting moves like flying swallow. Elements have a vastly weaker effect than they usually would, of course all the same is applied to them.
Jutsu name:
Heavenly Guide: Infinite Potential
Rank:
A
Range:
Personal
Description:
A really close derivative to the Fission technique (I love this jutsu), it essentially applies the same things on the first hand. When done, both duplicates cannot generalized the Divine Blood and can only localize one part of their body (affecting objects stays the same). But this ability comes with a new catch which increases versatility. Either duplicate is capable of "exploding" into multiple extremely small forms of Fujitora, varying from as small as a man's thumb to even as small as a fruit fly. When divided into such small things, he cannot attack others with anything, they can fly however. There is however a "main" body that cannot become smaller than a thumb and if destroyed, renders most of the tiny duplicates unable to fuse back with Fujitora's full body. This very small "main" body can turn back to normal size after a minute (three posts), before that a single shot can kill it.
Jutsu name:
Heavenly Guide: Sky and Earth
Rank:
A
Range:
Personal and contact
Description:
It is basically weight manipulation without being bound to a specific element. Fujitora can manipulate the weight of his body, or portions, as he pleases. This can also be done on other objects or even living things via contact with the palm of his hand. He can also cause this on things latched on to his body without pressing his palm against them. The effects last a minute (three posts) on external objects. The more weight added or subtracted, the more chakra it will cost.
Jutsu name:
Heavenly Guide: Chosen one
Rank:
A
Range:
Within 150 m
Description:
By fixating a specific target, whether it is living or not, Fujitora is able to 'lock' the target by having a literal target form on it. It is bright red and usually contrasts with other reds, but it is entirely pointless like this. The use of this target is simple, as long as the target is in radius, Fujitora will know perfectly where his target is and distinguish it from its clones or things of the like. It also makes them stand out in supposed concealment jutsu. Genjutsu or mind altering abilities that may befall Fujitora can make this less dangerous. It is only possible to affect one target at a time. Once they come out of the zone, the target vanishes.
Jutsu name:
Demonic Illusion: Topsy Turvy
Rank:
B
Range:
Through smell
Description:
The application of the technique usually comes from Fujitora exhaling smoke from a white cigarette. The smoke itself is harmless, but the aroma captured by the nose, as weak as it can be, applies the genjutsu as if they had snorted some nasty drug. The effects are essentially directions being switched: Left is right, front is back, etc. While they see something coming from the right, it's in reality coming from the left. It can become increasingly difficult when multiple factors come to play and strange angles are solicited.
Jutsu name:
Demonic Illusion: Convulsive Madness
Rank:
B
Range:
The keyword 'Dance'
Description:
Whenever the word 'dance' is uttered by Fujitora, the sound waves are infected with a specific Yin chakra that imbues a strange genjutsu hallucination akin to having spent too much time on idoser. The effects are essentially certain objects and body parts appear smaller or bigger depending on their distance, movements and base size. This is very difficult to understand and even master, Fujitora being well accustomed to such practices can perform only a few movements that he knows will entail a certain visual reaction to the opponent.
Jutsu name:
Demonic Illusion: Decisive Jail
Rank:
B
Range:
Taste and touch
Description:
By exhaling a snow white smoke upon inhaling God knows what in his joint, Fujitora is capable of releasing a large amount of smoke that surrounds the field with a diameter of 100 meters and goes as high as 50 meters, like a dome of smoke. This has no effect and is harmless unless one willingly tries to leave. The smoke is dense and covers about 30 meters in thickness, but the effects only kick in once people walk out of this "jail". Their pores and tongue (when breathing) absorb some of the smoke and they discover the rather sweet taste of it. Quickly effects of addiction are imposed relatively quickly into the body (the drug spread in it is too small in doses to have an effect, hence chakra). This addictive nature makes the body feel more and more pressure as they get away from the sealed arena the smoke created, their body becomes heavier and they generally feel nauseous. Walking out of the thick smoke doesn't remedy one from the effects but leaves the fully vulnerable, if they walk back in the arena like their addicted instincts tell them, the effects wear off almost immediately. This technique can be easily dispelled like any Genjutsu, but it is very easily confused with an actual poison/drug. Wind techniques can create easy exits, though.
Jutsu name:
Heavenly Guide: Spiritual Message
Rank:
B
Range:
100 m radius
Description:
Usually exhaled via a normal cigarette, Fujitora releases a strange nearly invisible powder that pollutes the surrounding area, without any direct effect on anything. In reality it latches on to the chakra surrounding anyone in the area and allows Fujitora to see the chakra emanating from them as if it were more transparent. Through this he can evaluate emotional states and approximate chakra levels. It is particularly useful in interrogations to determine if someone is lying.
Jutsu name:
Heavenly Gate: Statue Clone
Rank:
C
Range:
Close, a meter away
Description:
The Statue clone is a clone that doesn't move, actually doesn't do anything at all. The advantage it gives is that it requires no handseals to make and work as a form of afterimage of Fujitora as he moves, usually taking the stance he had when he made it. The clone is made at the last spot Fujitora stood. Because it is called statue, it is made of a strange, black stone that crumbled easily by most attacks, however it also releases a large amount of smoke, making it an easy shield and distraction.
Jutsu name:
Heaven's Gate: Shotgun Dynamite
Rank:
C
Range:
Close range
Description:
A Taijutsu move using the brute force Fujitora is dangerous for. For it to work, he must perform a direct forward punch after taking a specific stance. The punch will release a wave of pressure that scatters the farther it goes. The close it is, the more it'll hurt and the farther one will be projected. It is non-lethal and can go up to simply breaking ribs. Using it repeatedly physically tires fast, making it much more efficient if use moderately. The same can be used for kicks, though these are usually used to project Fujitora and close distances (or create if he had enough time when close range). Once again, he needs to take a specific stance and duck ever so slightly.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Bamboo Staff
Weapon, tool or object type:
Melee weapon an unconventional use
Description:
It is a simple bamboo like this with little durability and plant-like features. However it can be enhanced by divine blood making it a lethal staff weapon. The most interesting thing about it is the pheromones and drugs implanted in it that can be regulated via a switch. When the drug is plunged into the bamboo it will swiftly grow in lengths, reaching to a maximum of one mile in twenty seconds.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Balled Explosive Tags
Weapon, tool or object type:
Multiple explosive tags put together to make a ball
Description:
Serving as special ammunition for Fujitora, up to five are stocked in the bamboo staff and can be fired at near bullet speed as Fujitora blows in it. Alone they are relatively non-lethal, direct hits could possibly lead to massive damage, but when enhanced by Divine Blood, the shrapnel of the exploding paper becomes a danger that can kill faster than the ten second limit. The bullets explode upon colliding with something.
Weapon, tool or object name:
The Three Pills
Weapon, tool or object type:
Pillz here
Description:
Taking these pills allows allies to be affected by Fujitora's hallucinogen genjutsus, making things a whole lot easier for everyone.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Smokes and lighter
Weapon, tool or object type:
...Smokes and lighter
Description:
The smoke vary from basic cigarettes, to cigars, to custom joints while the lighter is usually an old style Asuma Brand.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Morphine
Weapon, tool or object type:
Pain killer
Description:
It is essentially just morphine, dosed correctly and it nullifies pain in exchange for a loss in general balance, but Fujitora has a resistance allowing him to only lose his balance from time to time. They come in small, compact syringes, the type used at wars for quick fixes for injured soldiers. Thus they can be used to drug the enemy as well, drugging them over the limit and damaging their performance.
NPC Section
【Full Name】
Gozoboro
【Alias】
The Quirk
【Age】
39
【Role】
Underground Tournament Participant
【Personality】
A calm and rather wise individual at first glance, he does his best to make his opponent feel at ease. He'll often give the impression that he isn't as nasty as the other fighters and won't fight to kill, but that is where lies his strength. His sadistic nature is only revealed once he feels it adequate to finish off his opponent, though he'll do it best to leave them in critical condition so he can "examine" them.
【Techniques and Tools】
Puppet Technique
Manipulating Attack Blades
Weapon 1: Gozoboro primarily uses his puppet technique on the Jailer, a robot-like puppet with a complex gearing system and strong steel casing making it a tough weapon to face. Like many puppets it wields multiple blades within its members, but its most notable trait be its ability to make lightning flow in its body and the multiple metal cords it fires from various parts of its body, notably its wrists and waist. Like the Crow, it can disassemble itself and attack from various angles. Every part of the puppet is rigged with a good quantity of explosives as well.
Weapon 2: Both arms and legs of Gozoboro have been replaced with metal, puppet-like replicas after he suffered severe injuries in combat. They are capable of being fired. The arms confer superior strength and can be opened to reveal small missiles that chase the opponent. They also conceal various puppet blades. The legs can have spikes emerge to add damage when kicking and can also utilize feet rockets to propel the Gozobro for a short period of time.
【Others】
A notorious fighter of the underground ring, his tricks however catch most newcomers despite warnings. He is said to be one of the worst monsters to have walked Konoha. He's currently working for a group said to be associated with the great investor Tsurino.
【Full Name】
Kapora
【Alias】
The Counter
【Age】
31
【Role】
Ring fighter
【Personality】
The strong and silent type, he's often seen with his eyes closed, as if he is meditating. However, this is only to contain his huge rage that helps intensify his general strength and brutality. He's especially stubborn and merciless when he's after something he really wants, and in this case he is completely hypnotized by the desire of having that scroll for some reason. He isn't very provocative and barely ever talks in combat.
【Techniques and Tools】
Earth Release: Fist Rock Technique
Strong Fist
Earth release: Earth and Stone Dragon
Special Characteristic: Concealed in his attire is a second pair of arms connected right under his shoulder and can perform just as well as the original pair. They are heavily bulky in muscle and can perform hand seals. However they can't do two technique simultaneously.
Weapon: Spiked chain, a long spiked chain going as far as 90 meters in length is wrapped around his entire arm. It is riddled with small spikes that seem to retract when only touching his flesh. His is highly skilled with it and can easily use it as a whip to capture people and having it wrap around them. It can also be used as a decent shield when wrapped tightly on his arm.
【Others】
A frequent visitor of this tournament, he rarely gets to the finals before leaving however, making this a rare occasion.
【Full Name】
Suzuki
【Alias】
The Temptress
【Age】
27
【Role】
Ring fighter
【Personality】
A typical femme fatale, she's one to attempt to seduce men whenever she can and go for the kill as quick as possible. With women, she's particularly violent however as they are competition. As such, both sexes struggle greatly with her. She's one to taunt and play with her food, but she isn't as sadistic as the rest, she'll only play once her food is nice and tenderized beyond repair. She's rarely intimidated and rather cunning for a thug, displaying great skill in battle and a strong tactical sense. She's one of the few that can potentially cause trouble to the team.
It is important to note that her dignity has not value to her in a fight, and wouldn't mind throwing it away for a win.
【Techniques and Tools】
Lightning Release: False Darkness
Slithering Snake Mode
Soft Physique Modification
Many Hidden Shadow Snake Hands
Shadow Clone Technique
Self-Cursing Seal - Afflicted Through Bite
Summoning: Suzuki keeps a large Boa snaked wrapped around her body and usually keeps the top end of its body around her neck. Unlike the other snakes, this boa is yellow and white in color and is capable of emitting a paralyzing poison that attacks locally (members). The snake itself has a very strong bind and can keep enhanced strengths in a locked position for a short period of time while biting them. It works really well in coordination with its master, usually attacking like a third member when it is least expected and delivering strong blows. It's mouth it big enough to envelope en entire head in it and devour a human instantly.
Suzuki holds the typical stock of Ninja tools as well as three personalized Tanto (see appearance). |
47,696 | 1,294 | 20 | 2,747 | 345 | ~Yume/Junshiro~
The old man didn't seem to have much of a reaction to the robot's threat. He walked slowly closer to them and it became more obvious that this man was rather aged. He was tall with broad shoulders and was still muscular for his age but wrinkles line his face show his age. He has piercing blue eyes and a light grey beard that goes down past his neck and brushes against his chest. The man isn't wearing shoes or tactical gear but simply barefoot. His clothing doesn't look like armor but instead is an open button up shirt and some ragged shorts.
"Calm down." He says to the robot. "My name is Usagi. I am from the Yamaro clan. I currently work as a go between for some of the different factions. Let's not talk here though." Usagi's eye's narrow as he looks around the town. As the sun rises the mist begins to fade and their cover is slowly leaving. "Its not safe to talk here." He walks over to the fountain and Yume backs up out of the way and returns by Junshiro's side. She also eye's him cautiously.
The man's palm was places perfectly in the center of the north side of the fountain. His feet would have been ankle deep in the water had he not been walking on top of it. He lets out a deep sigh as chakra emits from his palm and suddenly a faint crackling sound echos as the water gurgles for a moment though nothing else seems to change. Usagi turns over to Yume and Junshiro.
"Follow me." He says before taking a step to the side and falling through the seemingly ankle deep water.
"What?" Yume said now taking a step forward to look into the fountain. The marble bottom that had just been there moments ago was now gone. It looks as though it is several meters deep. So deep that in the low light of the morning they can't see the shadowy bottom of this underwater shaft. | ~The little voices inside Yoru's head~
“I would rather be sleeping.”
Height: 5'7
Weight: 125 lbs
Hair: Her hair is medium length and pale white.
Eyes: Her eyes are blood red with wide pupils.
Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Yume Tenchi
【Age】
18
【Sex】
Female
【Sexuality】
Bisexual
【Birthplace】
Kirigakure
【Bloodline】
Tenchi
【Rank】
Chūnin
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Yumeko was raised partly in the leaf and partly in the mist. She considers both to be her home and have met people from both places that are precious to her. She is usually very shy and reserved as she lacks self confidence in social matters. She would rather be on a mission than in a group of talkative people her age. It takes a special someone to break her out of her shell (yes this is a challenge :D ). She is often a bit ditzy though. She misses jokes that people tell her and often doesn't realize that people are actually talking to her. Her free time is mostly spent alone in her Konogakure apartment or out training. The number of people she is close to can be counted on one hand.
Despite all of her shyness and social awkwardness she isn't cold. She suffers from social anxiety and wants to be part of a group of friends but finds it painfully difficult to navigate the social structures of life. She is also incredibly lazy. She naps far too much and often has a hard time getting motivated to move around.
【History】
0-6
Her mother Akisora, was a prominent kirigakure ninja. She was wed to a cold and distant man known to most as the "Crimson Tempest" who held the title of Mizukage for a short seven years but dying before Yumeko's birth. Yumeko's mother, Akisora, also died when she was relatively young at only three years old. Her death was sudden and put under investigation. Little is known exactly what went down during the investigation but she was ruled to have died as "natural causes" and nothing else was ever brought up on the subject. She has just a few faint memories of her mother before her death. It seemed she had lived a good life for as much as she can recall. However after her mother's death all the way till she was six years old she was held in Konohagakure. A good friend of her mother's lived there and decided to help raise her.
6-12
During her early school days she was shipped back and forth between Konogakure and Kirigakure. This was in part to the fact that Kirigakure was still her official home and her "guardian" was in kirigakure. However her konohagakure guardian fought for custody of her as well. However in the end the custody was lost and she had to bid farewell to her Konohagakure family for a short while till she finished school.
She preffered Konohagakure to be honest but she knew that her home was originally Kirigakure. In Kiri she felt she was discriminated against since her father had not been a popular Mizukage and her white hair and red eyes were often the target for bullying. Back in Konoha she had to deal with a small amount of bullying because of her foreign status but it was almost playful. Nothing like the malicious intent behind those that were bullying her in Kiri. Though over time she was accepted. In fact as many began to hit puberty she became quite popular with many boys but only ever to turn them down.
12-16
During her high school years she graduated into a Genin and then quickly into Chunin at age 13. Her powerful chakra and quick reflexes made it easy for her to take up the next level. However at about 15 she seemed to hit some kind of block in her development. She hasn't gained much skill or power since that age. She still trains every day and she pushes herself as much as possible...yet something is missing. If anything she feels as if she is getting weaker. Many of the people she blew past in power have now caught up or even surpassed her. It was at this time that she decided that her multiple visits to Konoha would be permanent.
There was an option to become an ambassador for Kiri to Konoha. She would get to keep her connections to Kiri but get to live in the lush and beautiful Konoha. However her mission statuses were a bit low and so she had to kick her rear into gear and focus more on her own achievements in order to try and get the position. However the first attempt failed. Having now assumed a more prominent role in her ninja life she managed to pull out a decent record when another position opened up a few months later. This time she was narrowly able to obtain the position. Strangely enough two of the other applicants...didn't make it on time....*flash over to the entrance to see two ninja bound in threads made of blood**flashback to regular history* It seemed the perfect change of pace that could help her advance her ninjutsu to the next level. However the results were less than satisfying as she feels she gained some strength but nothing like she had hoped. She still stands in this stifling and terrible stall of her own skills.
16-present
You will notice that I have not mentioned many issues with friends or family except for the loose relationships she have with her mother's friend in Konoha. Her mother's friend was an ex-ninja turned bakery owner. She is a kind but strict woman who makes sure she goes to bed at a good time and forces her to do her laundry (without her she would let it pile up to the ceiling or worse wear it over again). Other than that she has actively avoided or failed to gain any meaningful relationships. She has professional relationships and even semi-friendly relationships. However she isn't part of any click and because of her constant movement she has never been a permanent member of any kind of squad or team. She longs for this and thus has been her secret goal this year to gain.
【Family ties】
Tenchi grew up mostly raised by her foster mother Nanao. She isn't a ninja but runs a bakery. She grew up helping her in the kitchen making bread. Nanao was strict but was always kind to her. She wouldn't talk to much about her parents and wouldn't talk much about her time as a ninja. It wasn't a secret it was just a conversation topic that Nanao avoided for personal reasons. She had chores and she often would train her ninja skills but much of childhood was spent alone in her room napping.
Yoru Tenchi | Father | Died at age 24, 18 years ago. Mizukage at death.
Akisora | Mother | Died at age 27, 15 years ago. Kirigakure Jounin.
Nanao Yamadora | Foster | Currently 43 and still single. She has been a strong independent woman who didn't need no man. However she would like to see if she can get a man before she gets too old. Or a women...I don't think she is picky. She was once a ninja but left that kind of life after her two teammates were killed in a tragic mission. She felt that there was more to life that simply being a ninja and left to make bread which was her father's past time.
【Dreams and fears】
Her dreams are simple ones. On the surface what she really really wants is to find some people she can call a family. Maybe she wants to meet someone who will be her one and only or maybe she just needs to have some close friends. Either way she wishes for a family badly. Though she has secret desires and that is to unlock her potential. She grew up learning that both her father and mother were incredible ninja capable of great things. However now she is 17 years old and only a basic Chunin with hardly any improvement in two years.
Her greatest fear is that she will never be able to get over her own awkwardness and anxieties. She fears she will live her life all alone and when Nanao dies she won't ever have any kind of family left. She also fears being weak for the rest of her life. She fears that she will be a disappointment. Often she falls into a deep depression and questions if she should even exist in this world at all if she is just meant to be a failure.
Someone looking into it would see her holding a knife to her throat and thinking about resons why she should or shouldn't. A tear falls down the side of her cheek. On the first image she cuts into her neck. The second image she stays that way forever frozen in time and unable to put the knife down. Both are equally terrifying to her.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
She fights with weapons or taijutsu enhanced by her own blood. Her focus is mostly on an aggressive close to mid range tactics based on her high speed regeneration and unexpectedly dexterous blood. She also has the ability to heal herself rapidly after taking damage to a non-vital part of her body. Often she will take an attack so she can get a better vantage point to counter attack.
【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】
Chiton
The Tenchi Kekkei Genkai is the ability for her to use her blood at her will. The basis of which is she can command it to replicate at lighting speeds to create as much blood as she can create with her chakra. Her body contains about 30 percent more blood than a normal person of the same size.
The advantage of using blood is the fact that it is in fact thicker than water. Any water jutsu faced off again blood will lose if it has the same power. It also has the advantage of not being weak to earth type chakra. However the weakness is that it is not extra effective against fire. It is neutral to all elements.
The next portion of her Kekkei Genkai is that she has incredibly fast regenerative abilities. She cannot regenerate her internal organs but her skin and blood vessels she can heal in seconds. An example is if she is cut in the arm and a huge gash is sliced in she can health that quickly. However if she is stabbed in the stomach she will go down from the same internal injury to her liver as anyone else.
The last portion of her Kekkei genkai that gives people the creeps. She can drink the blood of others to absorb the latent chakra within the blood. Its post powerful if drank directly from the blood vessels of a living person. Blood that has been sitting out or from a dead body will be devoid of chakra. She can only drink it fresh. There is also a limit to how much chakra she can absorb at one time from drinking blood.
Strengths:
At her current level she has mastered several blood based jutsu. At any point in time she is able to heal most of her surface injuries quickly in battle without having to expend much chakra for it. The most powerful jutsu she is able to do is the great blood dragon. Because of the fact she has to create the blood she expends extra energy for the amount of volume the weapon or jutsu will require. However once it is created it doesn't take that much to manipulate it so long as it doesn't stray to far from her original body.
The greatest advantage however isn't combat but rather the fact she can re-charge her chakra though drinking the blood of her enemies. Its not uncommon for her to be seen bent over the wounded and drink from their wounds in the midst of battle. Then she will stand up with red splashed across her alabaster face and ruby stains in her snow white hair.
Weaknesses:
Chiton or blood ninjutsu requires a lot of chakra. If not used correctly she can easily drain herself. Also if she uses to much of her own blood without considering the chakra that it takes to replenish her personal supply she may cause herself to black out from anemia. As stated before there is no element that takes an advantage over her blood jutsu but that also means there is no element that it is particularly useful against.
【Ninja techniques】
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:Chiton: Chi No Buki Jutsu: Shuriken (Blood weapon, blood shuriken)
Rank:D
Range:Mid to long range. Roughly 50% more than a regular shuriken range.
Description:Having exposed either her blood from the veins or from blood of hers already outside of her body she takes a bit into her hand and slings it at an opponent. The shape of the blood isn't necessarily set. She can make it shaped like a senbon needle or a spinning shuriken. It is possible to keep them as beads of blood to keep it from being non-lethal. The force the attack is greater than a regular shuriken of the same size and the range is slightly longer
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Jutsu name:Chiton: Chi no Buki Jutsu: Ken
Rank:C
Range:Close to Mid
Description:She uses her blood to create a bladed weapon she can wield. The weapon moves from solid to liquid at her will and allows her to change its shape and size to suit the needs of the combat. Common things she makes them into would be swords, scythe and spear. She can create more vague shapes such as floating blades that she can control independent to her body. At this stage the weapons are only as powerful as normal weapons. The only advantage she has is that she is able to move the weaposn both with her physical strength and with her control of the blood making them seem lighter. However the durability and edge of weapons are no better than your standard issue steel weapons. This is one of her major road blocks in development she is currently trying to get over.
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Jutsu name:Chiton: Blood regeneration Jutsu
Rank:B
Range:personal
Description:The jutsu allows her to regenerate soft tissue in her body. She can clot wounds almost immediately. She is able to repair her heart and other vital arteries as well as her veins. It enhances the time it takes to heal from broken bones but that is over time (such as weeks rather than months to heal from a broken bone). It does little to nothing to heal her other internal organs such as liver, lungs or eyes. She is unable to use this ability on anyone else so it doesn't qualify as a medical ninjutsu.
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Jutsu name:Chiton: Chi No Ryu Jutsu: Blood Dragon Jutsu
Rank:B
Range:Mid to Long
Description:The jutsu functions pretty much the same as any other elemental dragon technique. However its purely made of blood and requires a huge amount of chakra. However after the blood is created it is often able to be used again in new techniques afterwards.
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Jutsu name:Chiton: Chibushin no Jutsu: Blood clone
Rank:A
Range:50 Meters of the Users body
Description: It works as any other clone jutsu of an elemental type. When the clone is destroyed however the blood splatters around as the volume used to create the body will still exist. This is used often with other jutsu. An example of a combination is to use a clone to attack an opponent who strikes it down. however the blood from the clone is used to create a weapon to strike down the opponent.
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Jutsu name:Chiton: Chikiri no Jutsu: Bloody mist
Rank:B
Range:Up to a 50 meter radius.
Description: The Jutsu works by creating a red mist that obscures the vision of the opponent. It also creates an opportunity to create weapons out of the air. To a very vague extent the mist can be used as a sensory style technique and allow her to get a vague idea of where an opponent is as they make contact with the bloody mist. |
47,697 | 1,294 | 21 | 1,105 | 2,351 | Shin Maru, Topaz
The young man first seemed confused by what Daisuke was talking about. Then he realized that he meant Shin's lighthearted nature might bother the rebels they were working with. "Ah, I get it," Shin relented, putting his hands behind his head in a comfortable position. "I'd disagree though. I'm not fueled by insensitivity, just confidence. That's something everyone could use." Despite not agreeing with Daisuke he didn't press the matter further, as it wasn't a big issue and it wasn't that difficult for him to tone his attitude back. They didn't have to wait around long, however, as the strange Saburo soon arrived followed by the man in charge of the operations, Tento.
The team was briefed as they walked to a planning room. The job sounded simple in proposition but that didn't mean it would be easy. Two jonin guarding a building of interest and an unknown amount of reinforcements on the inside. Shin, Daisuke, and Saburo were supposed to deal with the jonin and the rebels would handle the rest. Three strong chuunin versus two strong jonin. While Shin's confidence didn't falter here, he did feel as if Tento wasn't mentioning something. After all he didn't say why the building was important or what was inside it. But then again he may not know the answer to either question so Shin didn't bother to ask. He simply kept it in the back of his mind, planning to stay wary for the duration of the mission.
Daisuke was the appointed leader and he was quick to start coming up with a game plan. Saburo gave a strange mention of the ratio of field hours each of the three had taken, Shin wasn't sure how he felt about that being he had the most hours but at the same time Saburo was able to know things about him that even he didn't know. Shin shook off the thought and decided to add his two cents to the plan. "Yeah, I'm at my best fighting at close to medium range," Shin confirmed. "However I've got plenty of tricks up my sleeves. My family's techniques are pretty effective. If we can get an undetected approach I can dispatch one of the jonin without having to fight. I don't think using that technique a second time will work, considering the second jonin will be prepared for it, but taking it from two opponents to one is something worth trying. I've just got to get within thirty meters or so and have a line of sight on them." The Jade Crystal Prison technique has always been a classic in the Maru family, being so effective at handling a single opponent that it can win before the fight even begins. While it has a very fast activation it isn't so fast that an aware opponent can't dodge it, so once a foe has knowledge of the technique they will be able to predict it and avoid it. Otherwise it is the equivalent of a blindside sucker-punch. Only more lethal. "If we can do that then our job goes from easy to easier. Think we can pull that off?"
Tsukiko Umene, Honeybadger
The two younger jonin were quick to catch on to Tsukiko's plan. It was a simple one anyways but with Yamato's track record of insubordinate behavior and Aoi's general airhead nature it was possible they wouldn't go for it. Thankfully they did, though not without being annoying in some way. "Your tongue won't be so sharp after I cut it off," Tsukiko threatened Yamato half-heartedly, her voice reverting back to normal. She was mostly used to his bullshit by now but she still couldn't let his insult slide. After clearing her throat her voice changed back to the disguised voice. "Let's move." Tsukiko began to lead the way into Kiri, walking much more slowly than usual to match her disguise. An granny walking like a healthy, athletic woman would surely be suspicious after all.
What was most supsicious, to Tsukiko at least, was the lack of the guide. The trio first passed through the meeting point location as they entered Kiri, yet there was nobody there. Literally nobody, not even other civilians. The street corner was devoid of life or business. You've got to be kidding me. A no-show. The old lady turned her gaze to the two kids that were walking besides her. "It seems your uncle isn't here. I suppose we have to find him ourselves," she said innocently, though the hidden message was fairly easy to pick up on: they were moving on without him. Tsukiko decided to maintain her pace, allowing the younger Aoi and Yamato to walk ahead of her while still maintaining some level of control over the direction the group headed. Naturally they walked towards the industrial looking part of town, and as they went deeper into Kiri the more people they found. The outskirts were mostly devoid of human interactions for some reason but civilians still marched about their business further in. Granted the atmosphere was glum and depressing. Much like Konoha's current state but only much more extreme here.
At the civilian pace they were taking it wasn't a quick trip, but it was an inconspicuous trip. The trio eventually reached the industrial part of Kiri. The people that walked around here were mostly men, making the team start to stand out somewhat as they navigated the streets. This bothered Tsukiko but she knew their cover would hold up. After all the target factory was somewhere around here. She briefly closed her eyes as she remembered the blueprints they were given earlier. Of course she could just check them, as they were on her person right now, but that would be too suspicious. Basing off her memory, however, Tsukiko was confident she could identify the place. When she opened her eyes and looked ahead she realized the largest factory was dead ahead and had shinobi guards out front. It didn't take a genius to deduce that was the target. "Your Uncle Enki works at that one, up ahead," she said, pointing out the building to Yamato and Aoi. "We'll see if we can leave early to take you two home." Once again the message was clear. They would begin their assault soon.
As they closed in it was easier to identify the defenses. It was well guarded, no doubt. Just outside the front entrance was two shinobi and Tsukiko could already see one on the roof. She couldn't tell how many more there were, however, because all the smog interfered with her sense of smell. However she could detect a large number of strong chakra signatures inside, meaning there was probably upwards of a dozen guards throughout the building among the factory workers. She couldn't tell how many there were for sure. It was unlikely these shinobi were particularly elite, but they more than made up for it in numbers. Their chakra presence alone indicated that none of them were below chuunin, or if they were they had strong chakra. Regardless it wasn't going to be easy to take them all on at the same time.
The trio slowly approached the front gate, where two Kiri shinobi were posted. They didn't seem particularly suspicious of the group though they weren't about to just let them pass. One of them stepped forward into the middle of the gateway, signalling for the team to stop. "What brings you here, ma'am," he addressed Tsukiko directly, recognizing the old lady as the guardian of the two kids. "Oh, I came here to see if Enki Shizuru was working today. These are his brother's children and they are without a home now." The guard briefly scanned Aoi and Yamato, confirming that they looked like war orphans and deciding that the story wasn't implausible. "I wouldn't know if there is an Enki Shizuru here or not. Please wait here while we have someone go and check." Tsukiko notably frowned now. She looked over her shoulder briefly at the street behind them. Nobody was around now. Then she looked back to the guards. "Oh, that's fine. We can wait."
The guard immediately in front of them turned around to start walking to the factory while the other one kept watching the trio. Tsukiko reached her arms out, putting a hand on Yamato and Aoi's shoulders. The gesture appeared to be one of comfort for two orphaned children. But rather it was a silent command. As Tsukiko released the two kids she had left a single kunai knife to each of them, using sleight of hand to arm them quickly. It was clear what they were to do with the weapons: kill the two guards. As Tsukiko retracted her arms from the kids she withdrew three shuriken, fitting them between her fingers. The sole guard on the roof of the factory was also watching the front gate, likely out of sheer boredom, and as such he needed to be handled as well. The younger jonin would handle the two guards that were close in a surprise attack while Tsukiko launched the shuriken at the distant guard. One of the throwing stars landed square in the shinobi's throat and the other two stabbed into his chest. While he was too far for a normal person to hear, Tsukiko could hear him gargle a few times after he collapsed. He would be dead in less than a minute and would be incapable of raising the alarm.
Once Aoi and Yamato handled the two in front of them, Tsukiko would break character and stop walking like an old lady, instead quickly moving inside and closing the gate behind them. "Throw the bodies somewhere that can't be seen from the street," Tsukiko ordered, her voice back to normal. In a puff of smoke her disguise was gone and she was already pulling out the scroll that had been given to her earlier. She opened it up as she walked to the front door, going over the floor layout as she moved. "Aoi, you'll go through the roof. There is a catwalk over the factory floor that likely has guards. You'll be clearing them out. Yamato, you're going with me through the front door. After the lobby there are two entrances onto the factory floor. We will split up there and clear the factory floor. There should be no more than twenty guards but probably hundreds of workers. Their lives are irrelevant so do as you feel necessary to survive and deal damage. I will block off the front door after we enter. Aoi, you will find the fire escape exits after you clear the catwalk and block them off too. We will try to minimize how many people escape."
Whether it was intended as part of the original plan or not it had become very clear to the younger jonin what she was planning to do. Tsukiko was going to trap all the non-shinobi in so they would die when the factory went down. An actual massacre. "If you feel like you cannot handle your opponents just try to escape temporarily so I can deal with them. Most importantly you two must not die, then secondly they must all die. Got it? Good. Now go, Aoi." The command to move out was given just as Tsukiko reached the doors to the lobby. Without slowing down she kicked them open, making a loud bang noise that startled the people inside. There was two receptionists behind a counter and a single shinobi guard standing by the outside of the same counter. The rest of the lobby had chairs but there was nobody occupying them. "Go through the locker room and seal the fire escape there," Tsukiko commanded Yamato, completely disregarding the shinobi before them that started to mobilize. In fact she immediately turned around, letting Yamato deal with the enemy while she closed the front doors and began to jam kunai knives into the sides of the doorway in the small gap left by the door. | Jacob's Characters of Moderate Quality and Adequate Creativity
“Life is just a big-game hunt. Only you're the prey, not the hunter.”
Tsukiko's body has been toned by a lifetime of rigorous activity, while still retaining an inherent beauty. More often than not Tsukiko will be wearing her 'activity' clothes (see above), even during times of leisure. On that same subject: she is never seen wearing her jonin jacket aside from formal events. She is rarely seen without her necklace or her earrings, both clearly handmade and aged.
She has often been described to have a wild appearance, with her long black hair usually disheveled and her clothes never quite aligned right. It doesn't help that she is often grinning and has an air of carelessness. One can tell at a glance that Tsukiko has little to no inhibitions. There has always been a fire in her grey eyes.
Most of her weaponry is kept on her person, giving her a somewhat barbaric appearance when she's on a mission (or a hunt). Her sword and spear are kept on her back, both at a diagonal angle, while her smaller weapons and tools are kept in pouches along her belt or on her right thigh. In place of a buckle, her belt features the Konohagakure leaf symbol, which is the only feature of her appearance that identifies her affiliation.
Personnel Files
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Tsukiko Umene
【Alias】
Honey Badger
【Age】
31
【Gender】
Female
【Birthplace】
Unknown Location, Land of Fire
【Bloodline】
N/A
【Rank】
Jonin
Psych. Report
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Wild, that describes Tsukiko in word. She does what she wants, when she wants, with little regard to those around her. Only the people that have earned her respect can contain her. She lives for the hunt, which at this point in her life has become violence in general. She will pick any fights she can, if only to warm up or get exercise, and will play with prey that clearly stand no chance.
While indiscriminate in who she will fight, Tsukiko does love a challenge. She often handicaps herself when confronting opponents weaker than herself. To that same effect she prefers to work hard for even simple things such as food. If something would normally be easy for her, Tsukiko will take steps to make it more challenging and subsequently more fun.
Her chaotic presence isn't the most intimidating feature about her. Rather it is her perception, giving her an animalistic ability to sense fear, which she will playfully exploit. Tsukiko's dominating presence always makes her stand out, even before she opens her mouth. Speaking of language Tsukiko has a choice vocabulary that includes free use of any profanity or slur known to man. Not very lady-like of her but despite the harshness of her words, her actions will still be louder.
【History】
The tale of the Honey Badger begins twenty years ago, when a group of shinobi found a young girl deep within a jungle along the south of the Land of Fire. Saying she was "found" is a slight exaggeration, as she attacked their camp in the middle of the night. The shinobi were able to subdue the girl and return her to civilization. Her understanding of human speech was limited, but she learned quickly. After some interrogation it was concluded that she was raised by paranoid parents living out in the woods. Some years in the past they had disappeared and left this girl to survive in the wild on her own.
Seeing her as no real threat to Konoha, they let her go. She was dropped off at an orphanage in Downtown Konoha, where she spent six months before finding a family. A middle-class family, the Umene. They owned but a small ramen shop. Though they had a boy already, one only a few years older than Tsukiko, the mother of the family had recently had to undergo surgery. They were having no more kids naturally. With room for one more they took Tsukiko in. Her wild attitude provided a stark contrast to their everyday life. And so they enrolled her in school.
Being trained as a shinobi used her energy much more effectively than letting her run rampant in the streets of Smalltown. While she wasn't booksmart in the slightest, she more than made up for it in her physical capability and quick learning. Tsukiko didn't make many friends, but she made plenty of enemies. She enjoyed the opportunities to fight other kids, hoping that by defeating them she could lure out teachers to fight. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. At the end of the day she was always one of the biggest hassles, but she was unquestionably one of the best shinobi in her class.
Tsukiko became a chunin at the age of 17, graduating highschool the same year. While her older brother, a much more tame man, would go on to work in the Intelligence Department, Tsukiko wanted to get as much action as possible rather than as little. She tried her hand at police work but was soon recommended to take a different position due to her overly-violent practices. She moved between positions as a shinobi, most often taking oddjobs as they came so long as they provided some action, for several years. It wasn't until she became a jonin at 23 that Tsukiko found her calling: hunting.
An impulse vacation reunited Tsukiko with the wilderness she had spent her childhood in, bringing back a nature that had been previously thought to be tamed out of her. She has since viewed everything in her life as a hunt. From hunting actual animals in her free time to tracking down and assassinating dangerous shinobi. Her affinity for hunting shinobi got her noticed, making her somewhat infamous depending on the social circle. Many of the residents of Downtown hate her, and considering she lives by herself in a shanty apartment in Downtown she often gets visits from such people. On the flip side, many of the higher-ups and older shinobi appreciate her specialty because it makes their lives easier and safer. Nicknamed "The Honey Badger" for her deceptively cute appearance and unforgivingly violent nature, Tsukiko lives life on a day-to-day basis. Life has become one big hunt for her, and she loves hunting.
【Family Ties】
With no knowledge of her actual parents or family, Tsukiko is perfectly integrated into her adoptive family. She was raised just as one of their own, making the lack of blood relation entirely irrelevant. Despite numerous conflicting opinions and ideals between Tsukiko and her family they are still able to appreciate each other.
Reijiro Umene | Adoptive Father | 55, Konohagakure, ramen shop owner and respected community member.
Hana Umene | Mother | 52, Konohagakure,
Ichiro Umene | Older Brother | 32, Konohagakure, Intelligence Officer with a small family of his own.
【Dreams and Fears】
Tsukiko's most lavish dream is to hunt all the mythical beasts in the world. Outlandish as it is, that's what she wants most in life. A much more grounded goal is simply to hunt and kill challenging prey, including strong Shinobi. Tsukiko has always been rather fearless, leaving her without any debilitating mental weakness. She doesn't fear things so much as she respects them, such as death and extreme pain. If anything had to be considered a "fear" it would be the death of her adoptive family. She doesn't actively worry, but if it came to pass it would affect her more so than anything else.
Combat Reports
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting Style】
Having spent her early years surviving mostly on her own in the wilderness, Tsukiko has developed a sort of feral style of her own. Like an apex predator she will stalk and analyze her prey before going in for the kill. The goal is to strike fast and hard, exploiting weak points and giving her quarry no time to react. This tactic often leaves the target mutilated or otherwise incapacitated. For groups of targets Tsukiko will use a hit-and-run strategy to handle them one at a time and instill fear while inflicting damage. While her prey may run they can never hide, and they won't run for long anyways. Tsukiko loves it when they run...
【Ninja Techniques】
A rank techniques:
Hiding with Camouflage Technique
B rank techniques:
Earth Release: Moving Earth Core
C rank techniques:
Earth Release: Hiding Like a Mole
Earth Release: Hiding in Rock
Earth Release: Subterranean Voyage
D-E rank techniques:
*All Basic Jutsu*
【Custom Made Techniques】
Jutsu Name:
Tiger Trap Technique
Rank:
C
Range:
Variable, 2m to 10m radius.
Description:
Tsukiko prepares a web of ninja wire across a set area on the ground, stealthily of course. When a target steps over it they get tangled in the wires and lose their balance. Should they completely fall they will become totally entwined and vulnerable. Breaking out with brute force would be difficult, but sharp blades will be able to cut the wires.
Jutsu Name:
Sudden Spider Web Technique
Rank:
C
Range:
Short
Description:
Using two walls (or anything vertical nearby each other), Tsukiko quickly uses ninja wire to create a web that is difficult to see initially from camouflage. Targets running into this trap get ensnared, like in a net, leaving them vulnerable. It would be difficult for the victim to muscle their way out, but if their arms aren't too entwined they can use sharp objects to cut themselves free.
Jutsu Name:
The Killing Blow
Rank:
A
Range:
Medium-Long, effective to 100m
Description:
Tsukiko channels chakra into her arms, overcharging her muscles. They gain significant muscle mass, affording a temporary but powerful boost to strength. This brief buff is used to hurl her Monicker spear at incredible speed with equally incredible stopping power. The name of the technique leaves little to the imagination of what the results of a direct hit is. Though chakra efficient, using this technique causes strain on Tsukiko's arms and using it in succession will surely exhaust her to the point of being unable to use her arms at all. She can use it up to two times within a 24 hour period, but any more than that will result in overexertion of her arms.
【Weaponry, Tools, and Objects】
Weapon/Tool Name:
Ninja Wire
Description:
Many, many meters of standard ninja wire are kept on Tsukiko's person at all times. They are invaluable to her fighting style, due to their utility in trapping or controlling a battlefield.
Weapon/Tool Name:
Exploding Tags
Description:
The name is self-evident. Tags that explode when activated with chakra, either via a timer or contact. Notably can be activated safely by channeling chakra through ninja wire, so as to allow Tsukiko to detonate them instantly without risk of injury. Useful for traps and typical combat.
Weapon/Tool Name:
Kunai and Shuriken
Description:
Common in the shinobi world, the standard throwing weapons have a place in Tsukiko's fighting style. Simple, efficient, and effective. What kind of shinobi would leave home without at least a few of these?
Weapon/Tool Name:
Monicker
Description:
A spear capable of melee and ranged combat. Though light it is incredibly sturdy, being capable of blocking or deflecting many bladed weapons.
Weapon/Tool Name:
Equalizer
Description:
A ninjato with a blade that is longer than average, being almost katana-like in length while retaining a straight edge. Very sharp, used for cutting things. And by things I meant people.
Weapon/Tool Name:
Gut Knife
Description:
A hunting knife with a small hook on the back of the blade's tip, used for gutting and dressing recently killed prey. Not really used for combat, at all, but Tsukiko likes to hunt and she likes to eat meat. So she never leaves home without it. Also good for scaring people or violently interrogating bad guys.
【Other】
Voice:
Colleen Clinkenbeard
Theme Song:
Archangel
"Crystal clear."
Shin has grown slightly over the past two years, making him taller than average but by a small margin. However his muscular build still makes him outweigh most other shinobi his age or height. His size can intimidate some, though he usually has a friendly expression. No longer does he wear the kimono and jacket combo, instead opting to wear only the black jacket. No shirt or anything underneath, so when he takes off the jacket for combat he will be shirtless. Aside from his muscles and tattoo (explained below) there is a thick mass of scar tissue over the center of his chest.
The tattoo he has, over his heart, is of an orange gemstone. Shin doesn't carry any weapons on him, which makes many people not realize he is a shinobi. An armband around his right bicep is emblazoned with the leaf symbol of Konoha, being the only way of detecting his allegiance by looks alone.
Due to his body type and smooth facial features, Shin is considered an attractive young man. His light blue eyes are a sharp feature of his that warrants attention. His pretty-boy face is usually the only eye candy that people can see, but he has removed his over-clothes enough times for it to be common knowledge that he is built strong. His medium-length hair is well kept but occasionally can fall over his eyes.
Personnel Files
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Shin Maru
【Alias】
Topaz
【Age】
19
【Gender】
Male
【Birthplace】
Konohagakure
【Bloodline】
Maru, known for some members having the unique Crystal kekkei genkai.
【Rank】
Chuunin - Police Detective
Psych. Report
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Shin is a proud, headstrong young man. He believes that human beings can attain anything with enough effort and he follows this ideology himself. Confident in his abilities and comfortable with his flaws, Shin makes an effort to progress as an individual every day. This usually consists of training but sometimes he will try to improve his personality as well by helping others in need (usually girls).
Speaking of girls, Shin has shown improvements over the past few years in regards to his treatment of them. While he is prone to the occasional bout of perversion, he is mostly tame nowadays. As well, his difficulty in combating or even confronting women is mostly gone. He may occasionally oggle, but for the most part he has matured.
Shin is known to stand up for those that don't stand up for themselves, getting him into other people's business whether they appreciate it or not. He tries to solve things amicably first, but he isn't afraid to fight when push comes to shove. Shin believes that he should only fight over a dispute if the other party initiates, so he almost never throws the first punch. His self-appointed role as a protector of the weak gets mixed reactions from those he assists, but regardless of the outcome Shin continues to think that his efforts to become a good person will all pay off eventually.
【History】
Shin Maru was born with the Crystal Release, a rare trait even among the Maru clan. He was instantly considered one of the elite, having a natural superiority over the others due to their lack of the Kekkei Genkai. Shin's father, Kaito, was another user of Crystal Release and the de facto leader of the Maru clan's elite: The Gemstones.
Each member of the Maru that has the Crystal Release is inducted into the Gemstones, being marked a codename in relation to a gemstone. Shin was decided to be Topaz, and such he was marked with an orange gem on his chest at the tender age of six. Kaito trained him with strict practice, molding Shin into a strong shinobi. Though his training could be harsh at times, Shin only took it with a positive note. He preferred to look at it as improving himself as compared to making his clan look good.
Going into school proved to be fun for Shin. His life until grade school had been fairly sheltered, but now he was able to meet all kinds of new people. He had initial difficulties around girls but grew to behave himself around them. In fact he seems to be at his nicest when around people of the opposite gender. One would expect that given how much time he spent around The Gemstones growing up: a group of boys and men. He performed quite well in school, becoming one of the top students though not quite the best.
He was popular in school despite this, mainly for his looks but also his personality. For one reason or another, most of the other teenagers liked spending time with him. He didn't get into fights that often, and when he did it was to stop a bully or something chivalrous like that. His likability even allowed most girls to forgive or ignore his occasional perversion. His relatively calm behavior made it hard for people not to tolerate him, though nobody could deny that Shin might occasionally think highly of himself. With his recent graduation, the young chuunin has been wondering what his next goal should be.
【Family Ties】
Strict and traditional, the Maru clan is almost exclusively shinobi. Most members end up becoming policemen, save for the few Crystal Release users that form their own organization. Shin grew up with no siblings, but he spent plenty of time with his family. Before grade school he spent most of the day training with his father and the rest of The Gemstones, creating a tight bond with his family despite the harshness of the training. Tough love, one could say.
Kaito Maru | Father | 39, Konohagakure, Head of The Gemstones and established jonin.
Kaede Maru | Mother | 38, Konohagakure, a jonin that works as a police officer stationed in the Financial District.
Jugo Maru | Uncle | 34, Konohagakure, a member of The Gemstones.
【Dreams and Fears】
Shin has recently come to a point in his life where he is uncertain of what he wants in his life. His original dream was to become a strong shinobi, but he has recently come to a crisis where he feels he should strive for more. Only he doesn't know what he wants. On the flip side he is very well aware of his fears. Humiliation and shame are two things he wants to avoid to the best of his abilities, but his greatest fear is being alone. He doesn't like being by himself in the slightest, so he fears growing older and becoming lonely. Perhaps this is why he tries so hard to impress girls.
Combat Reports
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting Style】
As one could figure from looking, Shin is a strong fighter. His style makes great use of his physical capabilities, making him an excellent practitioner of taijutsu. With the use of his Crystal Release he becomes an effective tank without any speed drawbacks, balancing a heavy defense with a powerful offense. Shin is a dominant force in close-quarters combat, but he is also capable of attacking at range. His Kekkei Genkai's versatility is fully utilized in his style, but Shin will primarily try to defeat his opponents with his body rather than his ninjutsu.
【Kekkei Genkai, or Bloodline Limit】
Bloodline Limit Name:
Crystal Release
Description:
The Crystal Release is a rare and specialized field of elemental ninjutsu that can create crystal as well as manipulate already-existing crystals and crystalline structures.
Strengths:
The ability to crystallize anything with mass is quite a strength. The crystals formed are durable and solid, lending incredible offensive and defensive utility. Even illusions and weapons can be created on the fly, making this a versatile Kekkei Genkai.
Weaknesses:
Cannot crystallize anything without solid mass, so energy like fire, wind, and lightning cannot be countered. As well, a certain frequency of sound wave can break down the crystals due to their molecular formation. Lightning release is notably effective against crystals as well.
【Ninja Techniques】
A rank techniques:
Crystal Release: Crystal Encampment Wall
B rank techniques:
Crystal Armor
Crystal Release: Jade Crystal Prison Technique
Crystal Release: Growing Crystal Thorns
C rank techniques:
Crystal Release: Giant Hexagonal Shuriken
Crystal Release: Jade Crystal Blade
Crystal Release: Crystal Lance
D-E rank techniques:
Crystal Release: Hexagonal Shuriken
*All basic jutsu*
【Custom Made Techniques】
Jutsu name:
Crystal Release: Jade Crystal Bow
Rank:
C
Range:
Medium-Long
Description:
A longbow of crystal is created by crystallizing the moisture in the air and expanding from it. The string, despite being crystal, is flexible and can be drawn as a regular bow. When fully drawn, a crystal arrow is formed from the string, and once it is completely formed it can be fired. Crystal arrows have the same effective properties as regular arrows. This technique is useful for hitting a single target at long range with enough power to actually kill, which shuriken cannot provide at that range, and without making any noise or revealing Shin's location.
Jutsu name:
Crystal Release: Diamond Eyes Technique
Rank:
B
Range:
Self
Description:
A powerful genjutsu countermeasure. By crystallizing the outer layer of his cornea, Shin becomes not only immune to most ocular genjutsu but will actually reflect the effects onto the caster. This does nothing for genjutsu activated by other means, only ones activated by eye contact. As an added bonus it protects his eyes from damage, though Crystal Armor can also do the same but more effectively.
【Other】
Voice:
Robert McCollum
Theme Song:
Carpe Diem
【Full Name】
Kaito Maru
【Alias】
Onyx
【Age】
41
【Role】
Police Superintendent (Naruto City)
【Personality】
Well practiced and experienced, Kaito has a strict but approachable air about him. He speaks simply and directly, holding nothing back where it is required and practicing caution when details must be kept secret. He tolerates no fools and will immediately express his disappointment when any are in his presence. All things must go according to the rules and any deviations are met with harsh skepticism. A true figure of authority that one can tell at a glance contains power, wisdom, and respect.
【Techniques and Tools】
Various Crystal Release techniques (see Shin Maru for some references).
【Others】
Known as the Onyx, Kaito's Crystal Release techniques produce black crystals (though they still retain a level of transparency only slightly less than most his clanmates). His work on solving cases is known more than his administrative capability, though these days he doesn't take cases as often. |
47,698 | 1,294 | 22 | 1,918 | 8,266 | The twins showed no reaction to Chen's erratic behavior, avoiding his attack by having one twin to use a wind jutsu to quickly propel them both to the side to avoid the flurry, while the other one focused on forming multiple handseals in rapid succession. They'd land in the fetid water of the sewers, the both Chen and the girl initiating their attacks at the same time.
"Suiton: Water Dragon Bullet jutsu!" She'd announce as the waters rise around her, causing a foul onrush of water to charge forward towards Chen, the bullets passing through it doing little to slow it's assault, though Chen jutsu would be greatly weakened by the impact. As the dragon charged forward, the water-style user would also run through another quick succession of hand seals to use a Eaiton jutsu, electrical charging the dragon to increase it's destructive power. The other twin would take this time to slip into the shadows of the sewer using the Hiding in Shadows technique, sneaking behind Chen while he was distracted by the attack.
After it had either hit or been dealt with, she'd toss a flurry of lunar at him from behind, followed by two other ones that had explosive tags attach to them, the tags quick to burn as they approached their target. After the sneak attack, the Wind-style twin would try to fade back into the shadows, readying herself to strike once again. The water style twin would simple stand at the ready, keeping her sword at the ready despite it's degraded condition. | Name: Katon: Phoenix Egg Bomb(Subject to change)
Rank: A
Range: Mid
Description: After making the needed hand seals, Akio conjures up a concentrated inferno of blazing heat, focusing it over her palm. It'll take a post for this jutsu to charge up, but when it does the flames will take on a egg-like shape as Akio thrusts her hand out to launch it at her foes. Upon impact with the target, the egg will explode with a huge amount of force and intense white hot heat. The radius of the explosion would be somewhere between 5-10m, though the intense heat can be felt from much farther away, burning skin if an enemy is near the edge of the blast.
The explosion itself takes the form of a phoenix rising high into the sky. The flames that the explosion created will stay for about 2 posts, however, the heat lessening by a great deal until it finally fizzes out. Through training, Aoi has lessened the strain this technique causes her body enough so that she can still move afterwards, meaning she only has to take the one post to charge it. She can use this jutsu 3 times before the chakra drain becomes too much for her system.
Seiteki Suji no Jutsu (Static Strings Technique)
Rank:E
Description: This skill allows the user to create strings of electricity that can either act physically as strings, or as a medium that can send small shocks to an opponent. One of this technique's most useful features is its ability to allow the user to detect outsiders. When the strings are placed around an area, they are often fairly difficult to see, and unnoticed by the quick eye. But when the string is used to detect outsiders, they can adapt a quality that is string-like and electrical at the same time. This quality makes the static strings into a string of electricity, but with such a weak current that it is rarely noticed by Shinobi who accidentally walk through the strings. However, when this happens, the user at once will feel a small shock in their fingers, or where ever else they are keeping the strings intact. But unless the opponent felt the weak current as they walked through the strings, the opponent will usually never know the strings were there. But beyond its ability to detect outsiders, this skill can be used as a normal string when it is needed but none is around, or it can be used to create small shocks to other people. However, the shocks are only a little bit stronger than static electricity, and usually do no damage at all.
Jutsu Name: Raiton: Thunder Bow
Rank
B
Range
Mid to Long
Can be fired at a target up to a 100m away
Decription: Aiko forms a bow out of lightning chakra, from which she can draw back and fire bolts of electricity from, the amount of power dealt depending on how long she holds it for. A quick draw only does a low-medium amount of damage and has no lingering effects. A Charged shot, which takes about 1 post to form up, does a fair deal more damage and will leave the target temporarily stunned if direct contact is made. The charged shot can also be split into four homing shots, which'll lock onto the opponents chakra signature. These only do slightly more damage than a quick shot on their own, but if all three hit the same target, then the damage can be even greater than a charged shot and can explode out to damage foes within a meter of the target.
Akio can now fire a detonation shot with a charged up bolt, which is less powerful overall, but can paralyze a whole group of individual for a few moments. She can also create a piercing shot, which has more focused electrical energy for more power and damage, but has reduced ranged as well, only being able to go about half as far as a normal charged shot. The piercing shot can pierce through most standards armors and defensive jutsu of equal rank or lower.
Static strings can be attached to the quick fire shots, so that if they hit, the user can hold the foe in place by running a constant stream of electricity through it, locking heir muscles in place. If this is done, neither Akio nor the target can move so it's not a good move for one on one, but good for lining up holding an enemy in place for another teammate to take down.
Katon: Myaku Hitofuki no Jutsu (Fire Release: Pulse Blast Technique)
Rank: B
Range:
Close to Mid
Description: An extremely useful jutsu, this one has the effect of flushing out or separating multiple opponents. Hurling a fireball about the size of a basketball, it is meant to be dodged in order to be effective. For at center of this fireball is a gaseous core which, when the spherical attack finally makes contact with something, will explode and this gas will expand rapidly in a loud bang. The bang is simply a precursor though, as instantly afterwards a sharp concussive force will issue out all around the center of the blast. Though the explosion of the attack itself is not very strong, the force it sends out is enough to knock anyone who is within a certain radius of it flying.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon:
Shuriken
Description:
A basic tool every ninja should have, it can be lethal if it hits a vital spot, but they are also good in creating some space for the fighter.
Weapon:
Kunai
Description:
A basic tool every ninja should have, it's the only weapon Akio has when it comes to CQC fighting.
Weapon:
Tanto
Description:
A short, straight, single edged dagger that has no point and is used primarily for slashing attacks.
Weapon:
Ninja Wire
Description:
A strong metal wire that can be used in various ways.
Weapon:
Senbon
Description:
A precision tool that, despite it's low lethality, can be very effective in slowing down and paralyzing an opponent if they are placed in the right place.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Aiko used to be a very active and sociable girl, if not very open to forming meaningful bonds with people outside of her family, and she used to suffer from a severe lack of self-confidence due to her father's harsh critique of her apparent lack of natural talent that the Tendou clan is supposed to be known for. However, everything changed after the Night of the Tendou Massacre, which would irrevocably change her, yet it's yet to be seen if it was for better or worse.
She is now rather withdrawn, becoming highly agitated and nervous when ever she surrounded by a group of people. If she finds herself suddenly surrounded, she tends to panic and tries to flee the scene as fast as possible. She also talks much less, speaking in short, sentences whenever possible, and usually hides her face underneath her trademark hoodie. However, due to her finally becoming a chunin, she is making an effort to get over these habits, though it's slow going at the moment.
However, her lack of social skills is more than made up for when it comes to what she has gained from that night. Where before she felt like there was nothing she could do right no matter how hard she tried, she now feels a determination to do anything and everything she possibly can, no matter how difficult or numerous the obstacles in her way are. This determination can quickly turn into stubbornness if she doesn't agree with the way something is done, leading to her sometimes being very argumentative at times with both her comrades and team leaders. Another thing that she has gained a tolerance to scenes of intense violence and horror, as she's seen horrible, indescribable things done to her family by her very own brother. After an event like that, there are few things that can top it. She has an edge and is able to kill without hesitation, but only when she feels it's necessary, otherwise she'll go for a non-lethal take down instead.
Edit: Due to Aoi's influence, Akio has learned to become more open and friendly to people, though she's still a bit of an introvert as well, preferring her company or Aoi's to that of meeting new people. Speaking of Aoi, she's actually rather protective and defensive about the harlequin, seeing an insult against her as an insult against them both. While she doesn't go to far with it, she is always ready to jump on someone who genuinely insults her clown in front of her. To do that is to find out how painful electrocution truly is, as she's always glad to give some first hand experience.
【History】
Before the massacre, her life wasn't really that grate as her father saw her as nothing as a mistake and an embarrassment for two reasons. The first is that she was a bastard child, a mark of shame on his honor as the Tendou family patriarch, though it was that same honor that duty bound him to take the child in, as her mother had died during childbirth. The second reason was that she was never good enough, and while she wasn't the most skilled of individuals, she was still rather good, some would say better than most.
But it was never enough for Akira Tendou, he demanded perfection, and severely punished those who did not meet his requirements. And as she hardly ever did, she was often met with scorn from her father, who never once acknowledged her as his daughter. And while that should've devastated her, she didn't find herself minding too much. She never once considered Akira Tendou as her father in the sense that he was a man to come to with her woes, worries, and needs, as that regard went to her older brother, Kokatsu. Ever since she came into their home, Kokatsu was extremely protective of her, getting into several fights with Akira and most of them ending in some sort of violence. Since she was young, she never got to see Kokatsu darker side, and she believes that he wanted to keep it that way as he made extreme efforts to avoid telling her about his job in any specific detail. He also expressed some sorrow when it became apparent that she was going to be joining the Shinobi forces, though never actively spoke out against it, unlike her father who was certain that she'd never pass and if she did, never make it pass a lowly genin.
If things had continued as normal, then he may have been right, for even she had begun to doubt her self and her reasons for becoming a ninja, of whether she was ready for the life they lived. But instead, soon after her seventh birthday, all hell broke loose. A ceremony was held, as Akira had decided to pass on his position as Clan Patriarch to his son, claiming he had never been prouder for him. Kokatsu took the Tendou blade(an artifact past down from Patriarch to Patriarch since before the elemental nations were even concieved) and, with a smile as bright as the sun, slew his father where he stood, dropping the weapon to perform a quick string of handsigns before slamming his fingers into the fresh corpse.
An eerie red light rose from the ground around him, and it was until many months after the event that she would hear that at the time, seals popped up all throughout the city. And so it was that Kokatsu opened a portal between this world and a world of darkness to unleash death upon all who lived within it. Only a single order was given, spare the children of the Tendou clan, they had done no wrong. And so it was that behind a veil of darkness, hundreds if not thousands died horrid, painful deaths, all the while a menacing laugh would echo through out it all. When the barrier fell and the demons fled, Kokatsu held out his hand for Akio to grab, only for her to flinch away, looking at her blood trenched sibling in horror.
Akio couldn't remember a time where her brother had looked more hurt then at that time, and yet she also couldn't remember a time where he seemed more relieved. He offered no pressure or force, just left without a word, and leaving her alone in a nightmare of blood, death, and sorrow. After the event, the Tendou children were taken in and eventually handed over to adoptive parents to raise them. Of those children, four would go insane from the trauma of what they witnessed as they grew up, one even committing suicide after slaughtering his adoptive parents. Tendou children where treated with a mix of pity, fear, and for Akio, hatred.
Given how closely related she was to Kokatsu, there were people, kids especially, who would take out their grief of lost loved ones out on her. This made it hard for her to trust and approach people, and also made it so she hated her features that so easily gave her away. But in the midst of these hardships, an ember began to burn bright with newly discovered passion. She developed a burning drive to train herself, to become as strong as possible. She was able to pass the academy with only minor difficulties, and did her best in her genin missions no matter what the they were. However, in the early years of her life, this passion nearly consumed her, as she withdrew from everyone, constantly running herself into the ground, and then some, for a reason that she wasn't even sure of. In actuality, she felt partially to blame for what happened to Kokatsu, thinking in her subconscious mind that if she had somehow been there for him more, it could've been avoided.
As life went on, however, she found herself to be taken unde the wing of Tsukiko Umene. The older jonin would drop by from time to time to check up on her, and if she felt it necessary, beat her in to shape. While at first Akio resented the woman, she eventually began to grow more attached to her as time went on, to the point where she thinks of the wild woman as the big sister she never had. Due to Tsukiko's influence, Akio began to open up to other people a little more and try to overcome her weaknesses. Also because of Tsukiko, the young Tendou can tend to have a rather vivid and imaginative vocabulary when sufficiently angered or upset, as well as having a bit of a nasty temper.
As of now, she's living in a rented apartment in downtown, having moved away from her foster parents the moment she became a genin, never to speak to them again.
【Family ties】
Akio feels nothing for her family name, and had nothing but fear for her father. Her brother and a few of the braver clan members were the only ones in her family to show her any kindness, though not without punishment. Her foster family after the Massacre were kind at first, but soon grew distant as she showed a great lack in interest in them. After that, they simply ignored her and she ignored them. Not the perfect home, but it was peaceful at least.
Tsukiko Umene | Big Sister figure | 29, Konohagakure, Downtown, Jonin
Kokatsu Tendou | Half-Brother, Father figure | 29, Unknown, Jonin and Missing-nin
Makoto Tendou | Half-Sister| 10, Unknown, Kidnapped by her brother on the Night of the Massacre
【Dreams and fears】
Her main dream and fear are one in the same, as both haunt her every time she closes her eyes, screams echoing through the darkness and blood spattering against her eyelids. She wishes to find her brother, to face him down and then . . . she doesn't known what she'll do, and that terrifies her more than anything else in the world. She also has a very intense fear of snakes, for an extremely good reason. Her biggest hope, and the one she believes in the least, is that some way, somehow, her brother will be able to redeem himself and comeback home, so that they can be a family again.
On a less serious note, she does have a desire to find the right person and have the nice family she herself never had the luxury of having. Along with her fear of snakes, she also tends to dislike rodents and insects, though to a lesser extent than snakes.
Personnel files
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Personal files for: Akio Tendou
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Nicknames:
Interests: Training, playing the flute, Photography
Likes: Aoi, people who respect her need for space, her private time, baggy clothes, Aoi's motorhome
Dislikes: Yamato, braggerts, perverts who try to move in on her or Aoi, public displays of affection, tight clothing
Catchphrase: “”
Personal relationships with others
Full name: Aoi Don Maquia
Nicknames:
Opinion: Good
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Tatsuya is tall at around 6'2, and has a rather muscular upper body due to his work in the forge. His hands and arms are covered with numerous scars, burns and callouses due to the work he does every day, but he wears them with pride as they are the symbol of all his hard work. His red eyes come from his father, and shiny red hair comes from his mother. He also has a tattoo on his upper right arm of Ketsui lodged in the mouth of an active volcano. He got it the day he became a Genin as a symbol to never forget the determination it took to get him there, so that no matter how long the road to greatness looked, he'd never give up.
His normal clothing style is usually a plain white T-shirt, some jeans and steel toed boots( a nesseccity in his profession). He sometimes where a jacket if it;s cold enough for one, but more often than not, that's it for his casual wear. His combat outfit is a black, long sleeve shirt, a jacket over that, black combat pants and shinobi sandals.
Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Tatsuya Terumi
【Alias】
【Age】
16
【Gender】
Male
【Birthplace】
Konoha
【Bloodline】
Terumi Bloodline
【Rank】
Genin
Psych. report.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Tatsuya is a more weapon-based fighter, specialized in Kenjutsu mostly, as that is the weapon he uses most often, and has the most skill in using. That being said, his Taijutu is serviceable enough that he's not completely defenseless without his weapons, but it'll only do him so well for so long, especially against a skilled Taijutsu fighter. His Ninjutsu is also quite good, with a focus on controlling the battlefield rather than simply blasting his opponents away.
Up close, Tatsuya is a very good fighter, but he often has issues against distance opponent unless he can figure out a way to get them to come to him. He can either uses his jutsu to force his foe closer, or takes the battle to them instead. When it comes to using his Kekkei Genkai, he can sometimes use it to distract his opponents by making the ground underneath their feet really hot via forming lava just below the surface. A sneaky, but effective strategy, especially when facing an enemy of a higher skill level than him, as that split second distraction could give him just the edge he needs to either escape, or end a fight.
【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】
Bloodline limit name:
Lava Release
Description:
The lava release is a very versatile Kekkei Genkai that has multiple variations and abilities depending on how one uses it. For Tatsuya, he bears an affinity for manipulating volcanic materials like as Magma making a very, very deadly opponent to go up against. His Lava attacks can change the very battlefield, giving him a good amount of Offensive, defensive, and crowd controlling abilities. An added plus to this ability is that one can convert certain earth-style techniques into Lava style ones, at the cost of an increased chakra cost.
With some practice, Tatsuya has also been able to create a rubber-like material as well, which he can change the consistency of his chakra to make it work as an adhesive. While he's not skilled enough with it yet to use it in battle, in time it could add to his crowd control and supportive abilities.
Tatsuya himself suffers no ill effects from his use of this ability, and seems to have a bit of heat resistance as well, though not enough to make a real difference against a fire jutsu(this doesn't include his own lava, which he's immune to). It's a neat party trick for him to snuff out a cigarette on with his hands, but that's about it.
Strengths:
The lava style is a highly variable ability, granting nearly unparalleled offensive capability, effective defenses, and crowd control capabilities.
Weaknesses:
Lava attacks can be effectively countered by a strong enough Water attack, cooling down the magma into rock. Also, this ability is highly destructive, endangering both friend and foe if Tatsuya isn't careful about what abilities he uses and how he uses them.
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
B rank techniques:
C rank techniques:
Fire Release: Crimson Earth Spider
Earth Release: Subterranean Voyage
D-E rank techniques:
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu Name:
Doton: Ishi Yoroi no Ude (Earth Release: Stone Bracers)
Rank:
D
Range:
Self
Description:
By taking dirt and rubbing it on their arms or legs, after performing the necessary hand seals, a shinobi is able to create very durable defensive bracers that add extra protection when using the arms to block. The chakra that is infused in them help to soften the blows of any physical attacks. These are very useful for taijutsu users or to defend against an onslaught of upper body blows. These bracers are designed to block physical attacks only. However, by channeling Yoton Chakra into the Jutsu, the rocks and what not can heat up to a degree that while the burns they cause are minor, they can be extremely painful and distracting to the opponent.
Jutsu Name:
Tsuchi Tou Tou (Swift Earth)
Rank:
D, B with the addition of Yoton chakra
Range:
Mid to Close range
Description:
When performing this jutsu the user places his hands on the ground and causes it to move rapidly away as if it were a conveyor belt. As the shinobi increases in skill and rank the size, speed, and range of this jutsu all increase. While little more than a delaying tactic, if mixed with Lava Creation, it can create a rather deadly surge of lava heading straight toward the target at high speeds.
Jutsu name
Lava Style: Lava Creation
Rank:
B
Range:
2 meters in diameter for the starting point, close to mid range for manipulation
Description:
The user will first channel chakra into the ground, thus turning the ground to lava. The process is quick, as the ground will melt away into the liquid-like lava. This lava can be used to aid in his other lava based jutsu by creating a source which he can manipulate, instead of creating it himself. To increase the base area that is converted, the user must have both of his hands in contact with the ground.
Jutsu Name
Lava Style: Weapon Creation
Rank:
D
Range:
Any active Lava source with in 30 meters
Description:
The user of this jutsu will first channel chakra into an active source of lava, which will cause it to rise up quickly and making the lava thicker then usual, allowing the user to then mold it into a weapon with a few simple gestures. The weapons created will be about as hard as steel, but are usually rather crude and blunt.
Jutsu Name
Katon: Nenshou Tosshin (Fire Release: Burning Rush)
Rank:
C
Range:
Sphere goes is 2 meters long in diameter
Description:
A two-part technique in which the user blocks an attack by creating a sphere of fire around themselves, and after blocking the attack, the fires converge on his arms, upper body, and his feet to cloak him in flames. The fire on his feet can be used twice to launch him at his foes somewhat faster than before, and the flame on his hands and upper body make his Taijutsu more damaging due to being wreathed in flame, making it so that his attacks can inflict 2nd degree burns on the subject and get through most forms of clothing. The effect lasts for about 3 posts.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Tool Name:
Bag of Dirt
Description
Enough said
Weapon Name:
Ketsui
Weapon Type
A double-edged Bastard Sword
Description
Ketsui is the sword that Katsuya had to make to be allowed to become a shinobi by his father, a blade of unquestionable quality and a showing of true talent and hard work to be made by one as young as him. NOt only does it have a keen edge and made from durable metal, but during the forging process(where a mix of traditional and modern techniques were applied) he inscribed special seals into the metal to give it an extra function. THe blade could now store elemental chakra with in it's self and circulate it through the blade more effectively, enabling it to more effectively take on the aspects of whatever element it pumped into it. This also makes it capable of taking on even advanced chakra natures, such as Tatsuya's own Lava Release, with remarkable ease. And since it's able to store chakra as well, that means that one can fully charge it before a mission and activate and deactivate the seals inside with a simple one handed seal and a little chakra.
Chakra effects:
Fire: The blade is wreathed in a thin, but intense veil of fire, allowing it to cut through metals with only moderate difficulty and cause third degree burns.
Earth:The blade becomes denser and more durable
Lava: The Blade becomes as Hot as Molten Lava, cutting through metal with ease as well as getting a slight increase in durabilty
The charge is big enough that it can keep the blade active for a total of 5 posts. The Lava style requires more chakra, however, so he can only hold that for about 3 posts instead of 5.
Tool Name:
The Mark II Chakra Gauntlet
Description
This slightly bulky metal gauntlet holds some moderately complex hardware to make a more versatile version of the chakra shields used by the puppet-nin of the sand. It has a small disk-like object above the wrist which projects an energy shield around itself using the users chakra, and while the cost for maintaining the shield is low, the cost increases when blocking an attack. The stronger the attack, the more chakra it takes to defend against. At his current level, Tatsuya could defend against a B rank jutsu, though he'd be left feeling rather drained as a result. The chakra shield can be enlarge or shrunk at a moment's notice, and can even be launched along with the disc to make a decent weapon or a distraction. The projection disc is detachable, and Tatsuya usually keeps 3 extra's handy just in case. Tatsuya only has the one gauntlet, as it's still a relatively new piece he made in conjunction with his mother.
Tool Name:
First Aid Kit
Description
A basic medical kit that holds several chakra pills, first aid supplies
Weapon name:
Shuriken
Description:
Sharpened, four-pronged metal stars, useful for throwing. They can also be used for close combat, but not very efficiently. Although small, they can be used to distract, pin down enemy shinobi, or if accurate enough, can kill or incapacitate an enemy. They have an open circle in the centre, useful for grabbing with a finger, to avoid cutting oneself, or to put thread through. The circle is also beneficial to the weapon's overall aerodynamics, ensuring more accurate trajectories.
Weapon name:
Kunai
Description:
A black dagger with a handle wrapped in bandages and a small ring attached to the end of it. The kunai is designed for thrusting and stabbing, though it can still do some damage if thrown despite not being designed for it, and is about the length of one's hand.
Weapon name:
Explosive tags
Description:
These tiny slips of paper with seals drawn on them can pack quite a punch if used correctly, and can even be attached onto an enemy directly. Also can be attached to thrown kunai for accurate delivery or have a bunch wrapped into a ball for a more devastating payload.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Tatsuya is an honest and sociable sort, one who believes that the best way to get something is to earn it through the sweat of your brow and the strength of your will. He's very open in both mind and personality, accepting of pretty much everyone, and at times a bit too forgiving, which people have taken advantage of in the past and probably will continue to do so in the future. However, don't take that as him being slow witted or foolish, as his mind is as sharp as the blades he forges, and he has a keen intuition, honed by years of attending his family's shop, for picking out when people are lying to him or trying to pull the wool over his eyes. He tries his best to remain courteous with all kinds people, but he's no pushover, and if you don't back off nicely, he will make you back off, whether it be through words or actions.
Tatsuya is also a bit of an artist, putting his experience in the forge into various metalworking projects and sculptures. While he's not terrible, it's obvious to see that e's still trying to find his niche with the art, as every piece is very different from one another, and he has yet to see one he particularly likes yet. He's also good at drawing, but that kind of a necessity when making designs for weapons, armors, and other such works, but he does sometimes take time out of his busy days to just relax and draw the world around him, mostly just random people on the street who catch his interest.
While usually rather humble and modest, Tatsuya takes great pride in what he calls his true art form, forging weapons and armors of his own that have a cool style while still remaining practical in use. He treats every work like a piece of art, and has also taken to learning several weapon types, because he always feels that if he knows how to use the weapon himself, he can better forge it for his customers. His favorite type of weapon is the sword, but he's also learned how to effectively use staves, daggers, tonfas, and a 3-part staff, which is his second favorite weapon to use.
【History】
Tatsuya's father comes from a clan of reknowned blacksmiths that originated from Mizu no kuni. They were known as the Kajiya Clan, and it's said that it was members of their clan responsible for forging the blades of the Seven Ninja swordsman. However, sometime after the rise of the Seventh Hokage, Naruto Uzumaki, a faction of the clan separated from the main branch and left Mizu no kuni, for reason's that very few outside the clan know about. The faction soon splintered off from each other, settling in several different lands across the world, keeping the name of their clan where ever they go to show that they still pride themselves in their linage.
His father, Katsuo, was born and raised in Konoha, living there for 17 years before he decided to travel to Kirigakure in order to find out more about his heritage. It was there were he met his wife-to-be, Katsumi Terumi. She was an eccentric inventor, and often considered to be the black sheep of her clan due to her . . . odd mannerisms. While the two didn't get along when they first met, their mutual love to create eventually formed into a relation ship, and after a 5 years, Katsuo returned home with Katsumi to Konoha with her father's blessing, where they were to be happily married 3 years later.
Fast forward 10 years in the future to the birth of Tatsuya, their second child and first born son. Tatsuya's early years where tough at first, as he was a rather weak baby, but he pulled through, eventually growing healthy and strong without any complications. Tatsuya soon spent a great amount of time with both of his parents in their respective workshops, though he tended to lean towards his dad's work then his mothers, he found both of them interesting. As soon as he was able, he would assist them in every endeavor they undertook, no matter how small a task they gave him to do. His family was a happy and connected one, for the most part.
The only real conflict ever presented before him was his father's staunch resolve to deny him from becomin a shinobi. Katsuo had seen both his father and brother become shonobi, only to die meaningless deaths and only him and his mother around to morn them, and he didn't want Tatsuya to become just another forgotten grave in the cemetery, killed before his time because he wass thought of as a simple pawn by the higher ups and above. Tatsuya, on the other hand, was adamant about it, wanting it more than anything else. Finally, Katsuo agreed to let the boy become a shinobi, but only if he could make a weapon that would impress him, and not a second before. The task was seemingly impossible for a then 10-year old Tatsuya, but he went at the challenge with a determination that blazed liked a wildflame.
Using Kajiya sealsmithing techniques, as well as his own talemt and skill with the tools available to him, he worked on numerous weapons, each a good viable weapon, but never reaching Katsuo's standards until one day, 4 years into the agreement, when he presented Ketsui to his father. The blade was spectacular, it's functions both practical and unique to it. It was a weapon deserving of the name Kajiya, and true to his word, Katsuo finally let Tatsuya join the academy. He took a separate class due to his age, but he was able to pass well enough, and was soon on a genin team at the age of 15. While only being a genin for a year, he shown skill and determination to succeed and thrive in the environment, and while Katsuo is far from happy about it, he is proud of his son.
Katsuo Kajiya | 51 | Father, Reknowned blacksmith and owner of the Kajiya Weapon Store, where Quality is guaranteed, located somewhere in Minato City
Katsumi Kajiya-Terumi| 53 | Mother, An intelligent weapon maker, if rather odd and eccentric in her behavior, she often works at the family shop as a cashier when neither Katsuo or Tatsuya are available, and makes money by building little machines and gadgets here and there for people or offering IT services and repairs.
Manami Kajiya-Terumi | 26 | Sister, Works at the shop full time and is currently working as an apprentice under her father.
【Dreams and fears】
Tatsuya dreams of one day making a weapon that is on par with that of those of the Seven Ninja swordsman, as well as becoming a reknowned shinoi that would be an inspiration for others. Tatsuya somewhat fears his Kekkei Genkai, as he's afraid that he might accidentally hurt, and even kill someone one day to to him not being able to control it properly.
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Chen laughed as the Dragon came sailing towards him. This was no laugh of arrogance though. This was the laugh of a man who didn't have the sanity to be afraid. He turned around and ran backwards towards a nearby wall. He reached the wall and ran up it to avoid the Dragon, all the while preparing for another attack. He checked his blindspots quickly and his smile widened as he saw a flurry of Kunai head towards him.
Chen formed some handseals and clapped his hands together. "Wind Release: Gale Palm!" A wave of wind pushed out from his body and the kunai were stopped in their tracks. He laughed more and jumped back to the ground. Chen noticed a sizzling sound, which quickly stopped. The explosive tags went off and shrapnel from the kunai flew everywhere, one piece cutting Chen's cheek and drawing blood.
Time stopped as he felt the blood drip from his face. His hand went towards the blood without him even realizing it and he smeared it all over his hand. Chen licked his hand. His mouth watered. His eyes dilated. This was true battle. He looked to the twins and shuddered. "How embarrassing. I talk about your blood being my strength, yet here I am drinking my own blood. That needs to be corrected." Chen shot off like a rocket towards the twins and began slicing away in an erratic pattern.
After a few seconds of chaotic swinging Chen jumped back several yards and pulled out a large amount of kunai and shuriken. He threw them all at once and formed a snake handseal. "Wind Release:Verdant Mountain Gale!" Most of the projectiles would go along a regular path (straight towards the twins), but a few were infused with Wind natured Chakra and Chen was manipulating them to go into any possible weak spot they left open. | Floodtalon's Chronicles of Chaos
“I have no need for a blade, the wind itself is my blade. But I do like this sword.”
Chen's hair is very blue. People always ask him whether it's natural for his hair to be blue. After giving the person asking a solid beating he will say yes. It is most certainly supposed to be blue and yes he does use conditioner. His eyes are both orange and he has a scar covering his right eye, he covers that with his bangs.
He is about 5"5 in height and He refuses to say how much he weighs. Not that it matters when you have Ninjas like the Akimichi who can pound you into a bloody paste with their fat. Either way he's pretty skinny. He has a tattoo of a wolf on his back and several tattoos of wires surrounding the wolf. He has scars all over his body, but what experienced Ninja doesn't?
He looks like he's maybe 18 years old, but who knows with Ninja? Maybe he's 80?
Personnel files.
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【Full Name】
Chen Chideta
【Alias】
The Wild Wind
The Blinding Blade
That One Asshole
【Age】
23
【Sex】
Male
【Sexuality】
Heterosexual
【Birthplace】
Konohagakure
【Bloodline】
Chideta
【Rank】
Chūnin
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
If I were to describe Chen professionally he is a perfectly sane individual. He gave all the right answers to my questions and he is a textbook case of a loyal Konohagakure Ninja. He doesn't show any signs of wanting to defect, nor does he show any want to kill fellow Konohagakure Ninja. He is a model Ninja. This is why I decided to investigate him personally. The results I found were shocking to say the least. I would now describe him as a sociopath with a want, no a need to be stronger. He is rude, constantly annoys and borderline tortures others mentally for fun, talks about killing whenever he gets the chance and is likely to do almost anything in the pursuit of power. He is manipulative and cunning, which for anyone else would be fine. Traits like that in a person like him though, add up to bad news. I can say that he is loyal though and is not likely to betray anyone who he has connected to. But first he needs to make these connections. Please read the paper attached to learn more about my plan to insure loyalty. He seems to be very laidback in social situations and is willing to let others direct the conversation if it is unrelated to battle. He can be classified as an introvert with a INTJ personality. Professionally speaking, I Dr. diagnose Chen Chideta as mentally sound and ready for any missions. Personally I would like to diagnose him as a flight risk with the potential for great harm to Konohagakure.
【History】
When Chen was first born his mother knew he was destined to do great things and that he would affect history in a big way. His mother died shortly later from unknown causes. His father was distant and constantly went on missions leaving Chen with no bonds for the first 6 years of his life. At the age of 7 Chen's father chose to save his teammates life instead of completing the mission which cost Konohagakure a very impose client. Chen's father was disgraced and he committed Seppuku 2 years later leaving Chen with no family.
Chen was put into a orphanage where he quickly withdrew away from other people. He had a normal childhood, he joined the academy at the age of 10 and stayed in the middle of the class grades wise. He probably could've been one of the top students but he realised it would be dumb to reveal his abilities like that. He was a Ninja, not a samurai. If any teacher had really played attention to him, they would've noticed how interested he was in class whenever they talked about killing and fights. A little too much. He delighted in spars and on the final day of the Academy he decided to let loose in his spar. He crippled the child he was up against and made sure that he would never have a career. There was talk of kicking Chen out of the Ninja program but his mother was a major weapons maker and distributor, and Chen had inherited the business. The Council believed that if they kicked him out he would dedicate all of his inheritance to making their lives miserable and would sell to some other Ninja village to spite them. They instead gave him a private Jounin instructor so he couldn't hurt anyone else and so he could be watched. The two of them bonded and Chen knew what it was like to have a father once more. He trained hard under his Jounin instructor and took his first C Rank about 2 months later. It was a routine escort mission to the City of Waves, or it was supposed to be anyways. They were ambushed by several Nuke-Nin who were hired to kill their client. The Jounin was massacred and Chen was critically injured. He was found by passing civilians and taken to the hospital. He awoke a week later and pledged to become strong enough to never let anyone take away his precious people again. He trained for 4 years and was promoted to Chunin at the age of 18.
【Family ties】
Chen had no family for most of his childhood and at the age of 8 lost his only family. He had no real connection to his father so he didn't care too much when he died.
Guang Chideta| Father | 36, N/A, Chunin
Wan Chideta| Mother | 34, N/A, Shop Owner
【Dreams and fears】
Chen dreams of being stronger than everyone else so he can protect his precious people. He also dreams of gaining precious people. He fears letting people down and letting his friends die. Other than that he has no real aspirations.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Chen uses Futon Ninjutsu and Kenjutsu in tandem with one another. He will blow his opponents away, kick up large clouds of dust to use as cover, and is an expert in inflicting really painful injuries. Not even threatening injuries, just painful and distracting injuries. Chen can hold his own in an extended encounter but he can't let his opponent pressure him and get too close. He's more of a hit and run fighter.
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
Wind Release: Dust Cloud Technique
B rank techniques:
Wind Release: Vacuum Sphere
Wind Release: Gale Palm
Wind Release: Verdant Mountain Gale
C rank techniques:
Wind Release: Spiraling Wind Ball
Flame Release: Flame Bullet.
Water Release: Gunshot.
Wind Release: Great Breakthrough
D-E rank techniques:
Knows basic jutsus required to pass.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Harikēnbureido
Weapon, tool or object type:
Katana
Description:
Harikēnbureido is a katana made out of Chakra Metal, which allows it to channel Wind Natured chakra without breaking. It is 23 inches long and has no handguard. The handle is wrapped in bandages which can be unraveled to use as emergency medical supplies. The handle itself is quite ornate and has the kanji for wind on the bottom of it. |
47,700 | 1,294 | 24 | 800 | 3,846 | His thoughts wandered as he was reminded of the past from his short time on the docks. He was still angered with the actions taken by Konoha towards him but he had thought about it. He did tell Chihiro and Junshiro to keep moving and not to worry about him but it was the few comments made about his actual worth that made him realize that Konoha only takes care of their own, seems like times haven't truly changed for the better. Excuse me.." He said as he bumped into the man as he entered the encampment but not before getting a whiff of...explosive? Gin only took a couple of steps before turning back to the hooded figure when one of the tunnels roared with the sounds of an explosion. Gin did not hesitate in his reactions as he watched the man move towards the tent. Quickly he withdrew a kunai attached to his grid wire and launched it into the back of the saboteur. Quickly he applied lightning chakra to the wire, watching the current flow through the wire and into the kunai embedded in the man's back with enough pressure to render the man immobile.
Gin would not let the hooded figure get a move in as he zipped forward to him, apply chakra to his feet to enhance his speed. In one fluent motion he would draw his sword, chirping as the lightning chakra coursed through it as he dug his blade into the man's side, just enough to immobilize him indiffently.
He had to hand it to these guys that, with the little resources they had and the amount of time they used to put this together it seemed quite efficient. But if things were to happen the way they did here in konoha, it might have been the same. 'Nah, probably would have a much better resistance force with better leaders now that I think about it. He looked over the encampment and saw the groups they were preparing to train. He cocked an eyebrow and shrugged before looking at Akio.
"Well, these guys can't be that bad..." He smirked until he looked over at his group, a speechless expression passed over as he watched an older gentleman pick his teeth with one of the kunai. "Akio-san...I want a different mission. I think the damniyo's cat needs to be found again." He sighed at his group until he noticed out of the corner of his eye Akio staring down a hooded figure. He cocked his head to the side with a quizzical look. What's wrong?" It was no more than a second later did the sounds of explosions cause him to flinch slightly before moving towards the sound, his bo staff drawn. | Fallen's Vault of Stuff....And Things
“I bet 50 Ryo that I can guess your bust size...OW!!"
Gin stands around 6'0" and at 162lbs. He has a lean but muscular build showing that he had intense training. His Hair is long and white and kept in a ponytail. His eyes are separate colors. His left eye is white while his right is ice blue. His face is kept hidden behind a black mask outlined by what appears to be bone along the top, bottom and down the center which is accompanied by wrapping around his neck. He wears ninja mesh under a black and grey camo tactical vest. His lower torso he wears black and grey camofluage pants with black sandals. On his days off the mask is not present and he is usually seen in his black sandals, dark grey shorts that reach down slightly below his knees and a white button up shirt.
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【Full Name】
Gin Mizumu Kakiyama
【Alias】
Gin, Ghost
【Age】
21
【Sex】
Male
【Sexuality】
Hetero
【Birthplace】
Kirigakure
【Bloodline】
Kakiyama
【Rank】
Chūnin
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Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Gin is a bit of an introvert unless you can get close to him in which case he can be a handful. He has a perverted side which he really doesn't mind showing which is the reason why women can't stand him and he comes home in bruises. He tends to overthink sometimes and can be arrogant in his judgment but this is a quirk of his that he tries to manage. He likes keep a hand on his blade's handle as a safety habit. He like to have fun when he can but usually his form of fun is training. He will feel uncomfortable if people stare at him but other wise will try to smile. When things go wrong he tends to calm down and try to analyze the situation before continuing but if it becomes to much he will overthink it.
【History】
Gin was a good kid when he was 5. Respectful to adults and friendly to his peers. His father was an ANBU in the Mist while his mother worked at the hospital as a medical ninja. There were days when both his parents weren't home to help him train for the academy but rather at work. In these cases he would go to a friend-of-the-family's house to train. Most of the time it was another ANBU or Jounin house but it was training nonetheless, it was something that he enjoyed. He also loved women, something his father loved too. His father never cheated on his wife but would make comments about other women that would get him in trouble. Sadly though, Gin had picked up on this.
Around the age of 9 he had entered the academy years in the academy were relatively easy as far as combat training but he lacked the academic ability. He would ask for help from fellow peers and teachers on certain things. It would take him time but he would eventually understand what was being asked. His life took a turn for the worst one night around the age of 13. He was home when his parents were arguing about a mission that his father was going on the next day. He asked what was going on and his mother could only cry. His dad walked over to him and handed him his headband telling him that "I am proud of you Gin, you're becoming a remarkable ninja, almost as good as your old man. Someday you'll surpass me and I'll be there to see it."
Graduation day came and everyone's parents were there except for him. His mother had taken time off for his graduation but his father was out on a mission. It was towards the end of the graduation when an ANBU member approached Gin's mother and whispered something to her in which she fell from her chair sobbing. He didn't realize it at the moment but he had lost his father that day during the mission. The once open and friendly boy became more quiet and introverted. He would still talk to his friends but not as much. His training however never stopped but in fact increased significantly. When he made chuunin his mother pulled him aside before and handed him his father's blade as a gift. "Your father would want you to have this." With this his training increased even further as it was a reminder of what his father said. By age 19 he was known through his peers as an amazing ninja who could surpass his father if he kept at it.
【Family ties】
His family life was enjoyable and had caring parents, there were times that they would argue but it was over important things like missions affecting the future or finances. His father was a bit of a perv which he picked up on so it was no surprise that he was caught peeking into the women's bathhouse. When his father died he was a bit of a wreck, nothing that couldn't be overcome but still did its damage.
Sakura Mizumu | Mother | 42, Mist, Medical Ninja and Living in Mist
Gin Kakiyama Sr. | Father | 45, Mist, ANBU and Killed in Action
【Dreams and fears】
He fears an early death but accepts that if it happens, it happens. He wants to be like his father, a great swordsman in his own right.
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Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
He has a unique balance of Taijutsu with Kenjutsu but he has mastered an art form that encompasses both his swords and his taijutsu skills he calls the Dancing Blade Technique. He had also learned a second style from his father before he died called the Crimson Mist Dance. He doesn't use this often but is efficient when he does. His ability to utilize his ninjutsu skills is great. He is well balanced in his actions on the battlefield.
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Bloodline limit name:
N/A
Description:
N/A
Strengths:
N/A
Weaknesses:
N/A
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
N/A
B rank techniques:
Kusanagi no Tsurugi: Chidorigatana
Sairento Kiringu
Kirigakure no Jutsu
C rank techniques:
Mizu Bunshin no Jutsu
Raiton: Raijū Tsuiga
D-E rank techniques:
Henge no Jutsu
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Kakushi Kiri no Jutsu: Kurimuzonmisutodansu (Hidden Mist Art: Crimson Mist Dance)
Rank:
A
Range:
Short to Medium
Description:
This jutsu is meant to work in conjunction with the hidden mist jutsu. Once the user inflicts damage on an opponent, mostly laceration like wounds, the mist begins to absorb the blood and chakra of its victim, turning the mist red, hence the name. By the enemy’s chakra being absorbed into the mist, it increases its cloaking efficiency rendering sensor types or those with visual kekkei genkai almost useless as it acts like a jammer. As long as the enemy bleeds, the red mist will stay intact. However if the bleeding stops within a span of a minute, the red mist returns to its original mist state, reducing camouflage capabilities.
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Water Style: Mist Senbon Barrage
Rank:
B
Range:
Short to Medium
Description:
Small parts of the mist technique condense together to create water senbon needles and are sent towards the enemy. It' only as strong as water but just at a high speed. It's more powerful when used with Shock Grid since it spreads water around the mist. Easily overcome.
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Lightning Style: Shock Grid
Rank:
C
Range:
Short to Long
Description:
Sends an electrical current through wire to target. Mostly used in conjunction with ninja wire and/or water clones. By extending wire along a wet or moist battleground, Gin is able to send a strong electrical current through the wire across the “grid”. In order for it to properly work, there must be some water or moist area around the targeted area of effect. It is possible to use this technique without the use of water however the effectiveness of it is not as adequate.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Sukaikatta (Sky Cutter)
Weapon, tool or object type:
Chokuto
Description:
Sukaikatta is a chakra blade meant to channel lightning and water chakra. Its blade must remain wet or in its sheath. As it is drawn, the friction from the blade against the inner parts of the sheath begin a spark that helps increase its cutting strength. By keeping the blade wet, it gives its damage capabilities an increase even for simple cuts. However in order for it to be used the way it was made the blade must be wet and/or drawn a certain way by pressing the blade up on the sheath throughout the drawn.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Ninja Grid Wire
Description:
It is silver and copper in color and is used for his Shock Grid jutsu. It is not typical ninja wire because of what it is made from. It is more conductive than normal wire however its weakness are the same as ninja wire
"Just remember that you can always count on Cho. I'll always be there."
Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Chōkashi Hōdan Akimichi
【Alias】
Hōdan, Cho-sama, Onee-san(big brother)
【Age】
19
【Gender】
Male
【Birthplace】
Konohagakure
【Bloodline】
Akimichi
【Rank】
Chūnin
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Chokashi is considered one of the few heavy hitters of Konaha thanks to his style which can be considered Shock and Awe. His style encompasses brute force with a mixture of agility and speed, which for most in the Akimichi clan, is fairly hard to do however his father and his closest friends helped him accomplished this through extensive and intense training regiments, some of which would last into the next morning. His calm nature and ability to endure a lot of pain thanks to his tolerance he built during his years in the academy and in the Akimichi compound allows him to take massive amounts of pain and inflict just as much back. As an Akimichi, he holds large reserves of chakra due to their eating habits and how they use their calories to convert to food.
【Ninja techniques】
Canon Jutsus.
Rank B:
Hari Jizō
Baika no Jutsu
Choharite
Rank C:
Nikudan Sensha
Nikudan Hari Sensha
Fūton: Reppūshō
Ōkashō
D-E rank techniques:
He knows the basic D-E techniques.
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Akimichi Style: Buddhist Palm
Rank:
A
Range:
Close range however radius can be up to midrange
Description:
The user builds up a his chakra into the center of his palm and forms a bright gold aura that outlines the center of the palm in a swirl pattern with lines that run up each finger, forming into small swirls. As the palm is thrust into an opponent, the chakra build up is release in the form of a giant bell with a sound that some say resembles that of 1000 gongs being hit at once. This attack is known to cause massive structural and natural damage as well as stop squads in their tracks. One could describe it as a combination of the Resengan and the Hyuuga's gentle fist palm strike.
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Because of his status as an Akimichi, an heir nonetheless, he does hold himself highly however he does not let that get in the way of his friendships or interactions with others as seen in his humbleness and hospitality. He is usually very easy to get along with, even with those who have a more...abrasive personality. He likes to poke fun at others' problems but nothing in a demeaning manor, mostly out of fun. Chokashi is a protective individual and has a need to make sure the others around him are safe physically, emotional or spiritually. However he doesn't tolerate disrespect to him or those around him, especially when it comes to his family name. Being called fat or anything about his weight does not bother him however talking about his family name in his eyes is considered fighting words. He believes in Naruto Uzumaki's nindo way, "Never break a promise" and holds this to a high standard which can also make him appear stubborn at times, however to those that know Chokashi well, this is when he is serious. When a situation becomes life or death or just tense, his usual happy go lucky attitude is replaced with an eerie quietness and a for gaze. His stance changes from a loose feel to something more sturdy but battle ready.
【History】
At a young age, like all Akimichis, Chōkashi was teased about his weight. the first few years were a bother since he didn't understand why he was being bullied. It was something however he later learned after graduation to embrace thanks to his father teaching him about how an Akimichi gets their strength and abilities from their weight and would show the boy through training what he meant. His mother, a kind, gentle soul taught him how to cook at a young age, since it was expected that not only did the women know how to cook but the male as well. The better the cook, the better the relationship would be. With this, Chokashi would offer the few friends he had from the academy over to their monthly cookout which to his friends was "overwhelming" thanks to the abundance of food. This however only helped add to his bullying later because of the other families who were invited, some of their kids being the ones that teased him in school.
Later in life after graduation, when he was put in his team. He was put into a team of former "bullies", much to Chokashi's dislike. They would go about like any normal team as genin, completing menial tasks but what made it difficult at first for Chokashi was that his teammates would not give him the chance to actually show his worth. So one day during training he vowed to prove to them hpw strong he truly was in the Chuunin exam. Most laughed at him but he swore on his families honor and his own life, to him and later to many, that would show when he was truly serious about what he said.
The chuunin exms had rolled by and the first round went by with some complications that almost cost him and his team advancement. The second part of the exam, the fights, were a bit of a challenge to Cho because of how intense some of the fighters were. Many were surprised that Cho could last this long however his father had proclaimed that whatever Chokashi put his mind to he could accomplish. It was in the final exams where he proved just that by defeating a Hyuuga with his on Akimichi move the Buddhist Palm. Many were shocked that someone like him could even pull it off but that was the moment many changed their opinion about him. From there, he had quickly gained friends, many of them he considered family. He vowed to them all that he would protect every last one of them, even if it cost him his life.
【Family ties】
Because of the Akimichi's history in Konaha and the ninja they were consistently paired with, their main ties are with the Yamanaka Clan and the Naru Clan, both of which had supplied great ninja for great teams as seen with the Choj-Ino-Shika team back in the days of Naruto. They also have gained strong ties with the Uzumaki clan, the Inuzuka clan and the Hyuuga clan however not as strong as say the Uzumakis. Minamoru clan are only tied together through business as they offer the Minamoru armor and custom made MREs and other small supplies for their superstores.
Chokuto Akimichi | Father | 47, Akimichi Compound, Jounin, Present leader of the Akimichi clan and host of the monthly Akimichi Open Barbeque.
Haruka Akimichi | Mother | 45, Akimichi Compound, Jounin Cooking nin and head cook for the Akimichi Open Barbeque. Also violent towards those who disrespects her cooking.
Choji Akimichi | Ancestor | Deceased, Konaha, Known for aiding the Shinobi Forces during the fourth shinobi war. Also hated being called fat.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Tengoku no Bunki
Weapon, tool or object type:
7ft Bo staff
Description: Tengoku no Bunki, also known as Heaven's Branch, is an 7ft bamboo bo staff carved from one of the most dense trees in the forest near Konaha, bored out and filled with chakra infused metal. Its neck is semi thin while either side ends in a heavy knot. This bo staff, as heavy as it may seem is actually quiet light and very manageable on the field. It's ability is to transfer some of the users chakra into each end and release with concussive force.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Bukkyo No Te
Weapon, tool or object type:
Armored gloves
Description: Bukkyo no Te, also known as Buddhist's Hands, is a pair of armored gloves, similar to the pair that Sakura Haruno wore back in the day, whose ability is to help amplify the force of an attack by infusing it with chakra which is quickly condensed and released upon impact.
【Dreams and fears】
Less of a dream and more of what he tries to do everyday, he attempts to help everyone he can with the promise of being there for them. As far as fears he has no tue fears besides a horrible agonizing death. Should he die, he would want it to be quick. |
47,701 | 1,294 | 25 | 2,089 | 1,980 | N.C.4
The robot was was visible unmoved by what was going on before its eyes. The older man showed no hostility but his confidence was something that raised a red flag in the cyborg's circuits. The sudden initiative he had taken upon introducing himself however kept N.C.4 well on its guard at this point, unsure what to make up of the action inflicted upon the fountain would result to. The scene would end with the elder man jumping through the fountain's surface water as if there were a gaping hole under the structure. The robot would have its visors up and ready to scan for anything out of the norm. It couldn't get much of a read with X-Ray and Thermal given all the concrete under their feet at this point.
There was no point in risking anything as Junshiro would proceed to releasing one of its 'cookies', a small dragonfly drone that would emerge from its back and swiftly fly to any location the bot would instruct to. It serve as an extra pair of eyes to cover certain areas that were either out of reach or too risky to simply enter without a form of scouting. The machine dove down into the now 'open' fountain and plunged into what seemed to be too dark for the robot to see. Quickly enough, a strange interference would eventually make the relay impossible for N.C.4, eventually leading to the drone ending up offline.
"Do not go in just yet. Communication interference is quite strong in there."
Insuring that it wasn't some sort of trap, the wires near the Hozuki would be released from their lightning enhancement. They would instant be structured into a net that would entirely bind the man as he remained paralyze by Yume's blood abilities. The wires being purely physical would not have a bit effect on him, but the android could simply just activate his Raiton chakra to not only hold the man as if he were solid but also inflict even more pain if he were to struggle. He was safely fastened and would thus be easily swung down like a hammer to the pit that just opened. The robot would of course control the fall, there was no point in killing this potential hostage.
"It's not very deep and he's still alive. Stay behind me, Yume."
The robot would assess as it retracted all the unused wires back into its hands. The half human would approach said fountain and peer down at the dark abyss. With a second of hesitation, it finally hopped down into what could very well be a trap, but in any case it was ready to release a fury of deadly wires while insuring maximum chances of survival for the VIP it was escorting. Landing just a few centimeters away from the Hozuki, it couldn't make out much of the surroundings as it remained dark. By reflex it would activate its visors to have a clear view of zone despite a clear lack of visibility. There didn't seem to be any danger.
"These conditions are not optimal, Yume. Must we reevaluate the reliability of this source?" | Spode's Character Emporium of Wonders!
“You better Party Hardy!”
Aoi is often seen wearing clown-like attires on the streets and during missions, however her 'casual' apparel revolves around a basic T-shirt with a basic skirt with basic leggings, sometimes stockings. The color she enjoys associating with herself the most would be blue and yellow, for some odd reason. She also dislikes sandals and sticks to civilian shoes, or during mission, her circus footwear. She's also fond of little bells hanging off her clothing and the peak of her shoes.
Her body is exceptionally flexible, enough to be considered a contortionist, however her muscle mass is relatively low, making her weak on the strength side. Thin and small at 5'1", it enables her to be extremely agile and quick on her feet and movements. Coupled with her greatest asset: near perfect dexterity, she is a force to be reckoned with in a physical level too.
Although many boys consider her pretty, her main asset in social interactions lies in her ability to illuminate rooms with her radiant optimism. She essentially makes herself much prettier to the opposite sex through her mannerisms and tendencies to seek their attention.
Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Aoi Don Maquia
【Alias】
Gooey
【Age】
17
【Sex】
Female
【Sexuality】
Secret
【Birthplace】
Amegakure
【Bloodline】
The Don Maquia troupe: Although not officially bloodline, the circus troupe prepares their young to perform certain arts and master certain abilities generally unknown to the world.
【Rank】
Jonin
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Visually an air headed, bubbly teenage girl with a need to enjoy life to the fullest. Her behavior is coupled with a need to be the center of attention, to be recognized as an existing being with a significance to this world, hence her goofy attitude and desire to please her crowd. This however is questionable when one realizes the themes she selects when verbally expressing her humor, dark themed jokes are fine but when applied to targets she is under the obligation to kill, her motives and psyche become questionable. Nonetheless, no signs of psychopathy or any social disorder are to be determined. She's actually quite altruistic and friendly toward those she recognizes as either family or friends, but it is evident that she holds a strong level of egocentric behavior.
She is however one to play with her food and make a spectacle out of it. In fights she'll often stage something irrelevant in order to reach her goals while pleasing her audience. She never hesitates, whether it is to be silly or to seize an opportunity. Some might say she's fearless, others believe she is stupid or insane, but the truth of the matter is she has a large amount of experience in presentation and executing nearly flawless moves, making this relatively easy for her. Her lack of education before entering the ninja program and difficulties in reading and writing barely hinder her performance.
She appears to be a rather sensitive person, however, taking rejection exceptionally badly, to the point of being depressed. Her outgoing character can easily be vanquished by a simple critique. She is capable of killing someone over such a critique, but most of the time she'd sulk for a week or two.
【History】
Like many children living in an era of poverty in smaller countries, Aoi was abandoned by her parents a few hours after her birth. Fortunately the parents didn't randomly leave her at a home but instead confided her to the renown Don Maquia troupe as they passed the country. They knew leaving an abandoned child there would motivate them to keep it, as it was how they usually made staff.
And so, she was raised in a gypsy-esque environment where travelling was frequent and work was every day, no real weekend. As she grew up, Jouro Don Maquia would not cut her some slack and initiated her to the realities of labor and hardships, but she never really complained as it felt normal to her. It didn't mean she was devoid of any fun, if anything fun was something they managed to develop during work and practice for performances. Usually by mixing the two, Aoi and her closest friend Mia had fun doing their chores while doing various acrobatic acts. She was happy with what she had, and couldn't care less about her biological parents.
At one point, she'd be initiated to one of the troupe's secrets, a special way to manipulate chakra without being unique. She had a strong affinity for water, being from the Rain village, and naturally developed the abilities to hide in water and rain, but she had no knowledge of chakra otherwise. The basics were learned through usual practice, walking on water impressed many civilians, so it was general practice, substitution made great magic effects, fake clones too and so on. Chakra was something that enabled great success for the troupe, however the true secret revealed to Aoi's specific affinity would be her mucus ability. With it, she'd easily impress her audience while being exceptionally flexible in most domains. Initially, it wasn't meant to be a weapon, but through creativity, she managed to defend herself from low bandits trying to rob the troupe.
Eventually reaching Konoha, multiple Jounin took notice of her unique capabilities that they had never seen before and offered her the chance to become a ninja. Realizing how it would approach her to her goal, she righteously accepted and moved on as a Genin without any Academy training (she was more than capable in entry levels). The only problem would be that she'd be unable to read and write, causing problems to her superiors. Sure she managed to learn most of it, but she isn't quite efficient at it, being a slow reader and writing so poorly it's barely comprehensible. She easily learns new lingo, however.
Upon reaching the ranking of Chuunin, she realizes how close she is getting to becoming a world renown figure that left her mark.
【Family ties】
Aoi's ties are rather strange to say the least. She wasn't raised by ordinary parents, but rather grew up as a carny along with the entire Don Maquia troupe. Her relationship with them is worthy of a sibling-type relation, as they grew up with her since she was in diapers. They did not object to her ambition of becoming a famous ninja, having formed her for such usage in any case. They continue to support her through letters and regular visits at Konoha.
Jouro Don Maquia | Adoptive Father | 56, Don Maquia Troupe, The leader of the Don Maquia Troupe, regarded as the father of every member, he is highly respected and no one dares to question his authority.
Mia Don Maquia | Spiritual Sister | 15, Don Maquia Troupe, A professional acrobat in the troupe, she was Aoi's best friend and closest 'sister'.
Bo Don Maquia | Spiritual Uncle | 44, Don Maquia Troupe, The lion tamer of the troupe, he often took care of Aoi when she had fallen ill or when Jouro wasn't around.
Guru | Pet | 8, Don Maquia Troupe, Aoi's attributed animal she had to raise. It is an elephant she often uses in her performances in the troupe.
Akio Tendou | Lover | 18, Aoi's home, Aoi's first girlfriend after changing her love interest paradigm. The relationship has been going on for about two years now and no signs of tensions as of yet. Akio is the more 'dominant' one of the relationship, but is easily intimidated by Aoi's social skills.
【Dreams and fears】
Aoi dreams of great fame and crowds, reaching the pinnacle of bliss and recognition. By becoming a high level ninja, she hopes to attain the ranks of the heroes of this world and have her face carved in some stone somewhere, never to be forgotten. Along with that, she dreams of performing in front of all five Kages and Daimiyos, only to have them all cheer for her success, accompanied by fireworks and the likes.
As for fears, she's terrified of failing, to the point of of breaking down in depression if she feels as though things have not gone her way during a performance. She is scared of never being remembered positively, or even worse, at all.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Sporadic and deceiving are what define her capabilities in the field or even in sparring in general. Aoi does not use brutal force nor does she cautiously wait for her prey, she seizes any initiative to pull off a very specific stunt. She considers her battles a performance, and it must be perfect, meaning every move must be executed correctly. She tends to stage her moves and perform multiple magic tricks to deceiver her opponents as she lays her trap. She combines speed, agility and craftiness to kill her prey before it can even show its trump card.
【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】
Bloodline limit name:
Mucus Surprise
Description:
Although not a true bloodline limit, very few in the world are able to master this ability. Essentially it requires initiation from birth and at least an affinity to water, thus it can be classed as a form of Hiden. Rare societies such as the Don Maquia troupe have maintained its secrets. Basically, it enables the wielder to turn their chakra into different form of oozing mucus that can take the form of different imagined objects and have the properties of things such as rubber or gum. The possibilities are quite huge but the product coming from it is thick liquid-like substance that almost always sticks.
Strengths:
Generally it keeps the properties of rubber and gum, making it not only dangerously adhesive but strongly resistant to kinetic force coming from blunt strikes. When used as a medium to trap others, it is surprisingly lethal and effective. Strongly resistant to burns.
Weaknesses:
Generally easy to cut through depending on the mass and density, which only require extra strength put into cuts. Those with superior physical strength can resist the stickiness to a great extent, even break it under conditions.
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
B rank techniques:
C rank techniques:
Water Release: Starch Syrup Capturing Field
D-E rank techniques:
Water Release: Hiding in Water Technique
Water Release: Hiding in Rain Technique
*Basic Jutsu
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Gooey Bungee
Rank:
A
Range:
From 0 to 80 meters to apply it, maintained in over 200 meters
Description:
A transparent strand of mucus is created from her body and can be released from any point she desires. The strand itself can have one end stuck against a target she had contact with as much as she can have it latch onto something from a distance (by pointing at it or something similar). While being transparent, it has little to no texture and can barely be felt if touching the skin due to its lack of smell, taste or consistency. This mucus, however, is dangerous for many reasons. It can contract and release whenever Aoi desires (its her chakra after all), the contraction being exceptionally powerful like a form of 'super-rubber', allowing her to pull our push relatively heavy thing by simply connecting the strand to her index finger. The strength and weight of the target will determine the amount of chakra is demands for the contraction strength. She can also transfer it from her finger to say another target and have it contact, causing one or both the targets to be pulled and hit each other. She can use up to fifteen at once. They can be easily cut, however they do not vanish, making them susceptible to being reattached at any moment. Ripping it off would be logical, however if it was to contract, it would be relatively futile.
On lighter objects, it can tighten itself to a point where it can act like a chakra thread, manipulating said smaller objects at will, though that doesn't mean she can be as precise as a puppet master.
Jutsu name:
Unexpected Reveal: Jellyfish Sting!
Rank:
A
Range:
Contact
Description:
A technique developed during the time when Aoi was under evaluation for "Jonin confirmation". Given the lack of examination, she was put under Katsu Hyuuga's care for testing. Forming a type of student - teacher bond, they grew accustomed to each other's abilities and were able to create this technique. Utilizing the same principles as the soft fist fighting style, Aoi either uses the tip of her fingers or the pointed knuckles of her major fingers to "spray" raw mucus chakra. Unlike Hyuuga, she cannot pinpoint it on either tenketsu or on organs to have a result, but she can have the raw chakra pierce through armor (still requires contact) and flesh and have it take solid form a second later. The result is mucus chakra clogging primarily the nervous system and somewhat of the chakra system (mostly efficient on members).
If hitting an arm for instance, the nervous messages from let's say the elbow if hit there down to the hands will be blocked, essentially paralyzing the forearm. With the body, hitting the abdomen or the chest strongly reduces mobility to the point where coordination is difficult (members remain normal), the more it is hit the more one will feel exhausted. If the spine, neck or head are hit, they are instantly paralyzed. No matter where, the effects of each hit lasts for two posts. They are also very easy to counter with a strong punch considering Aoi's poor strength, making it an ability extremely efficient but ridiculously risky.
Jutsu name:
Mister Spodes!
Rank:
B
Range:
Can reach up to 20 meters (tentacles)
Description:
Using the same cloth as Abra Kadabra, Aoi twists and turns the handkerchief with blinding speed (such as a clown making a balloon animal) until it forms a hollow Octopus with a ^0^ face. It would only be when she tosses it while doing the Ram seal that it suddenly gets filled with a mass of mucus in it. It becomes about 2 feet in height and holds eight tentacles likes a regular octopus. They aren't very mobile and are generally very slow, however their tentacles extend rather quickly and can catch someone off guard. The mucus in the tentacles serves as a form of suction cup that keeps what it captures stuck in a tight bind similar to Gooey Surprise (with same limits). The Mister Spodes can easily glues themselves to the ground to prevent enemies from dragging them, essentially making them very useful seals to non-superhuman fighters. They die when their head it damaged (to the point where it leaks). Aoi can make up to four of them per fight and they can also be used as body replacement dummies. They also have a very eerie tendency to wail 'Boyoyoyoyo' quite often, no one knows how this is possible.
Jutsu name:
Gooey Replica!
Rank:
B
Range:
Self, Clone technique
Description:
Essentially shadow clone technique applied on mucus. The clones are composed of strange, green mucus and are able to move like regular people. They can also use mucus abilities with half the power of the original (in exception to techniques higher in rank than this one). When they die, they explode into a heavy mass of mucus that sticks onto anything around them, hence their use as suicide bombers to hinder the movements of an opponent. Up to four can be made per fight
Jutsu name:
Abra Kadabra!
Rank:
B
Range:
Contact
Description:
By wielding a cloth the size of her forearm, she can apply a slight variation of the Generic Sealing Technique an have it work as a magician's cloth. The cloth itself is used to make objects warp to a storage where they can be solicited at will. The goal of this cloth is to wrap around objects (completely or partially depending on the size), whether they are the opponent's or her own and apply to generic sealing to have them stored elsewhere. This makes it appear as though she made the object vanish. Subsequently, the object is unavailable until the cloth is taken from her (as it gains priority over other summonings). If the cloth is stolen, and touched by anyone else, anything it recently contained is released in one go.
Jutsu name:
Gooey Surprise!
Rank:
C
Range:
Close, in person.
Description:
A much more developed variation of the transformation technique. Indeed, the user covers themselves with a gooey layer of mucus capable of taking different shapes and sizes, colors and textures. The mucus is highly adhesive though, enough to make it act like quicksand: The more there's resistance, the deeper it gets, though it cannot be that deep because of Aoi's thin figure. It is very useful for trapping though not too specialized in hand to hand combat. Those specialized can use their techniques to break free with relative ease, though it doesn't mean that they're immune to the immediate effects. It doesn't give immunity to heat either, though it does slightly reduce overall damage, along with any other type of damage really.
Jutsu name:
Snot danger parade!
Rank:
C
Range:
Varies, close to medium usually.
Description:
By either using a specific hand sign or inhaling things like pepper, Aoi sneezes large mucus bubbles capable of swallowing more than one individual. The larger that it can get would be as large as a horse. Those trapped inside can easily pop it, however it would result in the bubble imploding, not only causing strong pressure to hit their bodies, rendering most to a rather confused and head aching state, while being covering in dense mucus stuck on the ground. This also causes smaller, human size bubbles to take shape. If the popping is made from outside, the explosion is general and hits everyone except those inside.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
White Cloth
Weapon, tool or object type:
Jutsu related item
Description:
The Cloth used of Abra Kadabra! It is entirely white but holds an invisible seal serving as a generic sealing. Aoi can make random objects (weapons, smoke bombs, all that stuff, even doves) appear out of her sleeve using that same seal, making it appear like a magic trick.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Magic Cards
Weapon, tool or object type:
Cutting weapon
Description:
A set of playing cards forged to be as sharp as a kunai, however lighter and more malleable. They are easier to use but weak in one on one blade fights as their small weight makes them easy to break through. They are perfect for assassination and tactically placed hits, however.
“Deleting.”
Junshiro's appearance is easily misleading as it always leaves individuals wondering if its designed to be female or male, let alone if they're even aware if its a robot or not. Its face is more or less flawless and gives off more feminine features than masculine, his is enhanced with its 'middle ground' voice, sound like a female with a low voice but a male with a not-so low voice. It keeps its hair short to maintain that illusion of sex ambiguity.
It ever shows what's behind its clothes, and often refers to tight, black clothing with a turtle neck alone with black jeans. They're said to be its' favorite type of clothing for operations as they blend well in the night with its dark black hair. It keeps it simple and doesn't have a huge thing for fashion. Behind the clothes, well, its body is not like the norm. It has two metal plating on the chest as shield to defend the most vital of organs, which its body structure resembles that of a female more than a male: Larger hips, smaller shoulder width and so on.
Measuring 5'9" and being rather thin as an individual, it doesn't have a hard time blending in as the average Joe, staying extremely inconspicuous in large populations. It does however have one fault, and its the perpetual bags under its eyes, now not a flaw, but a trait that can possibly distinguish it from the rest.
Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
National Caretaker 4 (N.C.4)
【Alias】
Junshiro
【Age】
16
【Sex】
Androgynous
【Birthplace】
11th Corp - Konoha
【Bloodline】
N/A
【Rank】
Chūnin - Prodigy
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
One could easily compare N.C.4 to the Terminator with its completely emotionless expression and monotone voice. Indeed, it appears to be entirely aloof to almost any situation at hand, no matter how exciting or terrifying it might be. It is devoid of emotions, or at least its been born with strong cerebral damage to the area that processes emotions, making it very difficult for it to understand them, let alone feel them. But it isn't impossible.
An example of it actually behaving like a human is its unquenchable curiosity, often pushing it to obsession when it is fixated on something. And this can go in any way possible: As far as uncovering the inner workings of an underground organization or simply want color socks its client would be wearing that day. It can also have a random burst of emotion, often when confronted to something that fascinates it. She expresses that by a random and extremely unnerving giggle before licking its lips.
However when someone is going to interact with it, chances are its going to disregard any form of social norm and expose various known and observable facts about its interlocutor and make conclusions off them, often being negative ones. It seems to have a desire to debunk the most confident of individuals with that type of react, exposing all their flaws so they would have their bubble burst. It won't hesitate to offer a demonstrative spar to expose these flaws. That said, it some how manages to get cocky itself in these scenarios, often performing unnecessary actions for reasons only known to it. This has caused it to lose fights before.
【History】
N.C.4's story begins after the end of Pain's invasion. Konoha is in ruins and its lack of military power has gotten quite obvious to multiple individuals relying on the Root organization to keep their investments safe. With the death of Danzo Shomura, renovation was needed and new plans were made to have an adequate defense against future attacks from sure intimidating foes. Plus, the dehumanizing process of Root was nearing the scandal it was inevitably heading for, prompting even more the demand for such an efficient and cost effective substitute.
The aftermath of the Pain invasion left few to analyze, but one Pain body remained that was much different from the others: The Asura Path. It has a very specific structure that allowed it to fuse machine and organs in perfect harmony via the power of the Rinnegan. Multiple theories from great minds emerged and this endeavor to reach the perfect shinobi became a possibility. However Root would quickly meet its downfall and the project would be under suspension until further notice.
Then came the 11th Squad. Various details about the project remain hidden, even to the Hokage, but what must be known is that at least 7 prototypes exist, and N.C.4 (the fourth prototype) is the only final product capable of efficient field work as of yet. It is said that its success rate is 100%, as it holds no true pride nor empathy for others and focuses entirely on the mission. Scum for nowadays shinobi, but the perfect operative for the type of work given by the very ambiguous 11th Corp. The existence of such a being raises doubts on the supposedly much enhanced ethics of the Corp compared to Root. But the political lobby behind it is currently too big to bring about a thorough investigation.
【Family ties】
Being a being like no other and having lived in the 11th Corp its entire existence, it doesn't have a true "family".
Saburo Uchiha | Colleague | 18, Irrelevant location, Ridiculous partner in the 11th Corp and a frequent sparring dummy. His Sharingan is one of the reasons why N.C.4 is so adaptable to other opponents.
【Dreams and fears】
It must first understand these two concepts for itself before developing an identity toward these.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
As one would expect, N.C.4 behaves by using complete rationality and will not execute a plan without being in agreement with the probabilities it shows. It is however extremely relentless and has ever shown a hint of hesitation, exploiting any possible weakness it can find. Though in execution, it often relies on keeping almost the exact same distance between it and its foes, averaging from 20 to 30 meters.
Because of its strong ability to learn and its upbringing in the 11th corp, it seems capable of adapting to any other fighting style with ease, going as far as to copy various position to destabilize the foes. It will also often use speech to attempt and affect the psyche of its opponent, acting on what it can observe to make effective deductions on their composure and motives. To pinpoint exactly what this being will do in every fight before it happens is a maddening job, however.
【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】
Bloodline limit name:
Asura Project
Description:
A project first conceived at the ends of the ROOT organization and now finished under the 11th Corp. The idea of creating the perfect shinobi by basing it off the remains of the Asura path left during Pain's invasion was finally a success. The concept of such a creation relies on fusing machine with human, however the program is far from being perfect, it ha created multiple prototypes, notably N.C.4, the only one adequate for field work.
These beings are mostly organic, however multiple organs, including the brain, have been either replaced or enhanced by a mechanical upgrade. They naturally have a large weight than the average, and it entails superior strength than the normal. They forearms and forelegs are both enhanced by metal muscles to protect these members. They have a ridiculously high tolerance to pain and know full well how to react when damaged to specific spots.
They ability to analyze is possibly the best attribute they wield, having the power to take on a large amount of information, they are greatly reliable when it comes to treating information. It doesn't mean they can analyze anything at super speeds and copy the sharingan, but they can easily assess the situation. Added to that is they ability to simulate thermal and X-ray vision, chakra vision being too complex for this version of the Project. And yes their bodies have the same weakness as humans otherwise.
Strengths:
Generally superior boost, powerful learning capabilities and extremely high endurance in battle.
Weaknesses:
Inability to learn beyond their two elements. Damage from Lightning attacks to the main body will disable them for a certain period of time depending on the damage.
【Ninja techniques】
B rank techniques:
iBomb
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Cleansing Protocol
Rank:
A
Range:
Varies upon usage
Description:
Akin to the Murderous Grasp, the user of Cleansing Protocol is capable of releasing metal wires from both their fingers and the tip of their feet/shoes and manipulate them into various forms. Here the chakra applied is Lightning, which functions like chakra flow on a blade, enhancing the wire's cutting ability while stiffening the construct when manipulated into a specific way. The cutting power can go up to cutting steel, though it can easily be fought back by using a blade (with enough skill, otherwise it breaks quickly) or an enhanced cutting weapons or defensive object.
Although they have a long reach, the longer the enhanced wire, the easier it is to halt the progression of the wire by just blocking a specific spot, like blocking a blade. However the smaller it is, the stronger the force applied will be. When enhanced, the wires are quite easy to see being a bright blue color and easy to predict from long range. Oppositely, the closer one is, the harder they are to predict, but in exchange the amount of moves the user can make is limited due to small manipulation space.
Jutsu name:
Trojan Horse
Rank:
A
Range:
N/A
Description:
Essentially a clone made of metal wires, knitted in blinding speeds, almost as fast as the normal formation of a shadow clone. This clone has the particularity of only being able to be formed once every 24h, but in exchange it gives a large amount of benefits. To start off, it's made of metal and is much heavier than its robotic user, making it unable to jump (it can however run in normal speeds) and its large movements are slower. However they look and have exactly the same traits as N.C.4, to the point where no dojutsu can distinguish it from the original.
It is able to use to a slower and weaker extent the Cleansing Protocol, but it remains much more predictable and easily blocked. However it has the capability of using itself or the original as a form of puppet, though it is mostly used as the puppet (it still acts like a clone but has the ability to react to things it can't see thanks to its manipulator).
It's biggest advantage is the fact that, despite it being unable to user any other type of jutsu, it doesn't dissipate from simple damage: Decapitation, strong blunt hits, dismemberment barely work and it can act without its head (though it will be slowed down). It can only be destroyed by completely destroying its structure (ie, fitting a strong bomb inside of it or a large fire attack, possibilities are endless).
Jutsu name:
Compatibility Check
Rank:
B
Range:
Personal
Description:
A strong Genjutsu countermeasure, applied when Fujitora was integrated in the Konoha's ranks. The ability is simple and doesn't make one immune to anything. However, it does work in a way that N.C.4's brain is almost divided into "two different organs". More precisely, the receptors of sound connected to the ear are not connected to the same "brain" as sight, meaning that sound based genjutsu will not affect the robot's vision, and visual based will not affect its hearing. As such, it is a lot easier for it to recognize genjutsu and pinpoint itself using this feature. It doesn't work with other senses as of now.
Jutsu name:
Reassembly
Rank:
B
Range:
Personal, contact
Description:
The best way to describe its process would be this. The process is very simple, N.C.4 focuses strongly on a wound, often a stump or a large one and manipulates its chakra to have a specific, thin stitch wire pierce the target's flesh. Then commences the magic, all muscles, nerves, and skin are reattached to nearly 100%. This healing ability is extremely impractical in the heat of battle as it requires the bot's entire focus, but it also consumes a large amount of its chakra, making it not only nearly incompatible in fights but also too taxing. The average time it takes to restore a severed limb would be about 2 minutes.
Jutsu name:
Cookies
Rank:
B
Range:
200m
Description:
N.C.4 releases from its shoulders four small drones, the size of a chick, the shape of fireflies. They scatter under the hivemind of the robot and act as trackers to the nearby area. They are capable of using thermal vision. They essentially relay information the same way the Pain bodies had shared vision. They are easily destroyed and make a strong buzzing sound. Beyond 200m they can't relay information.
Jutsu name:
Wireless Connection
Rank:
C
Range:
Close - Mid range
Description:
Another name for this ability can be "Wire bullets". Simply put, it's a wire balled up into a ball and shot through N.C.4's fingers like a bullet, going as fast as one too (ninja reflexes yo). They have no piercing power and are purely blunt, though they give nasty bruises. They quite useful when shot at the legs of people running around as the knockback is quite fierce. Three hand seals are needed for a volley of ten shots. They can easily be cut or destroyed with a counter.
Jutsu name:
Path Finding
Rank:
C
Range:
Personal
Description:
This technique can only be used two meters from the ground. It essentially uses wind chakra to create a small platform so the user can maneuver around. It is produced by small propellers at N.C.4's feet that release streams of air filled with wind chakra.
Jutsu name:
Extension Cords
Rank:
C
Range:
5m - 50m
Description:
There are two version to this ability, the first being five thick, steel cords coming out of the user's forearm to bind a victim in a strong bind. The strength is akin to a small boa constricting them. The second version is the user's hand being shot like a grapple onto something and either pulling that thing or itself.
Jutsu name:
Power Battery
Rank:
C
Range:
Contact
Description:
A wave of lighting chakra released when in contact with either the cords or N.C.4's grip. The shock is strong enough to paralyze an elephant, but it is non-lethal. It can only maintain paralyzed if contact is maintained.
“Family is the only true refuge we have in this world, Aya.”
Standing at an impressive 6'3", Fujitora can be simply intimidating by his physical composure. Built perfectly for his aggressive fighting style, his muscles are clearly at peak condition. He shares the same type of blonde hair as his sister with bright green eyes. Another similarity is his pale white skin, a typical trait for those from Ame due to the weather conditions there. In general, his body reflects the image of a perfectly healthy adult male despite his horrible smoking habits.
Speaking of smoking, his chain smoking makes cigarettes practically a staple to his every day appearance, changing only for the sake of completing a certain mission. His expression goes well with it, he's often seen pretty bored or tired when he's outside heading for work, but he does hold one of the most illuminating smiles one could see in their lives. It would be no surprise that he's a womanizer with his facial attributes, as they translate just enough about his intentions to get the attention of women.
As for clothes, he's often seen wearing a brown coat with blue or black jeans depending on his morning mood. He's also used to dressing classy but as a Jonin commander that doesn't go well too often. At work or during a mission he's not wearing the typical flack jacket but rather a completely white trench coat coupled with white, baggy pants. They are optimal for hiding weapons and concealing certain aspects about his body. He also wears gloves quite frequently, at work or not.
Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Full Name】
Fujitora Choko
【Alias】
The Overseer
【Age】
37
【Sex】
Male
【Sexuality】
Heterosexual
【Birthplace】
Amegakure
【Bloodline】
Choko, a name now redeemed
【Rank】
Jonin Commander (former)
Head Master of the 11th Corp
Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.
【Personality】
Fujitora is a man who completely comprehends and applies the concept of separating work life and personal life, to the point of being nearly two entirely different people in both instances. On the one hand, he's a jolly blonde guy always making really BAD jokes with his colleagues and friends and making a fool out of himself with his lack of charisma. Though he lacks personal charisma, he still keeps a friendly and appeasing aura that encourages others to follow what he says and never cast him aside, something many leaders lack these days. He's however prone to a lot of jokes and free mockery, but he's always a sport regarding those and rarely says anything offending.
On the other hand, when it comes to work, he's a firm believer of discipline and has zero tolerance of defiance and selfishness from his underlings. He holds titles at heart, whether it is mister or san, as long as positions of power and respect are understood, he will respect the others equally. He would not blink an eye if he were to ruin someone's career if they were to disobey his rules, a merciless trait one could see in him when he's interrogating a suspect. He shows no pity, and goes by the rules. This kind of behavior is more or less translated in fights. He doesn't hesitate, ever, when fighting a target, but will purposely do things out of character in order to achieve his goals. Being a firm believer in prepared strikes and gaining as much intelligence as possible before a fight, his Fission ability corresponds perfectly to the type of man he is on duty.
Deep down, however, he is a very sensitive man prone to emotion. His pride and professionalism usually hides this, save for anger that he controls at this moment to increase his efficiency. He holds grudges quite easily and can break down in situations that could be crucial if he were to learn of something disconcerting enough. His family is particularly important to him, especially after the recent hardships that had happened, he's often stressed to know his sister is still exposed to fights and such.
【History】
Born in the warming Choko household, Fujitora was destined to be the successor of Choko & Fu Inc., having been looked up to by his father ever since he could talk. His father was convinced that he'd be the genius to revolutionize the industry and affirm the Choko name as one of the most influential in the world. He attended specialized private schools as he was 6, being in one of those fancy, elitist schools that cost a fortune and only a handful could afford. It would be at the age of 9, nearing his 10 years old, that his sister would come to this earth. This kind of pregnancy wasn't new to him, however, for at the age of 7 his parents had attempted to conceive another child, but it came out stillborn, discouraging them for at least a year. But finally, Ayame came to this world.
While his sister was enjoying diapers and eating off a little spoon, he enrolled in the general shinobi academy. One would think he'd immediately hit a specialized school for business and administration, but a his father and grandfather did, being part of the shinobi, a military organization, leads to being disciplined and acquiring coordination know hows the majority lack in the business world. As so, Fujitora oriented his efforts into becoming a proud shinobi to please his father. Sure he wasn't the best, but he managed to get through it without any real struggles, unlike his sister. Graduating proved an extent of his capabilities, but he'd be then tasked to handle workload in tandem with Genin missions. It proved hard and unnecessary the first year but he grew accustomed to the huge amount of efforts he had to invest. Plus as the years went on, Ame became less and less active in a military perspective, effectively making the shinobi job much less painful. It'd be at the rank of Chuunin, age 16, that he'd put aside most of his Shinobi life to dedicate himself to his work. At that time, his sister hit the same kind of school as he did. Despite his work load, he developed an amusing need in taking care of her while his parents were often away to handle external affairs of the company.
In his twenties he'd get the real dose of the world of business. Frauds, treason, greed, killings, etc. He began to become misanthropist, looking at the world as garbage that simply doesn't deserve his pity or effort to make it better. But he did consider one thing to be absolutely pure: His family. The only people he wouldn't owe anything to, unlike the banks, those who would never kill you in your sleep, unlike his associates, those who would display indiscriminate love and gratitude, unlike the rest of the world. It essentially saved him from hating pretty much anything. Aged 24 he got married fairly early to a fellow student he knew back before the chuunin exams. It only lasted two years though as his mother passed away, affecting him greatly to the point of falling in a circle of self pity and anger. It drove his wife away and brought in divorce. He didn't care as much, however, as he had his family. The company fell quickly after after a gargantuan rise in prices and technology advancing too quickly. Amegakure was no longer potable, and so they'd have to migrate their remaining skills where it was needed: Konoha.
With his experience Fujitora was easily Jonin. Konoha recognized as much from a foreigner anyway. The positive thing was that they had a home, rankings mattered little to him at this point. But it became obvious that living off simple Jonin salary wouldn't be enough to restore their former glory. He needed to be stronger, better, despite having very little advantage in chakra affinity. For three years, he trained five hours a day, six days a week, on a nearby mountain, pushing himself into near insane limits. He had time to do so with his job that required a lot less work than the lower ranks. After extensive and insane endeavors to reach an unsure goal, he hit the point of the "Divine Blood", a power so dangerous in tandem with everything he had developed that the Hokage recognized it.
His current position is due to many factors: His current power, his experience at the head of a company and his overall ability to discipline himself and those around him.
【Family ties】
Family holds a very big importance in Fujitora's person. Having lived in a world of business and the ambition of taking over the family business, he came the realize the true darkness this world holds. As such it is considered a rare and singular jewel that he values more than human life itself.
Akinero Choko | Father | 61, Konohagakure, retired. Lives in an apartment of his own where he plays a lot of chess with neighbors.
Mori Choko | Mother | 53, Amegakure, deceased. Rests in a tomb on the Amegakure graveyard, which is adorned with a large tombstone.
Ayame Choko | Sister | 26, Konohagakure, Hokage Assistant, Fujitora's best friend and refuge from this cruel world.
【Dreams and fears】
Fujitora's goals are unclear, having lost his family's business, he oriented himself toward becoming a high level shinobi, which he achieved. He claims to want to bring back a similar company and redeem the family name as a wealthy, highly influential one. He mainly goes with the flow, usually following what his younger sister follows, this being world peace. A common endeavor, sure, but with the position he holds he actually has a bit of weight in this perspective.
He fears losing someone as important as his mother. Just as he is afraid of death, his death. He is also scared of talking about his family's downfall in terms of success as it fills him with insecurities. He's also a bit of a control freak.
Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.
【Fighting style】
Fujitora uses a specific fighting style revolving around a 'controlled' brute force. Being prone to rage by having little patience, he uses it to his advantage by making himself more violent all the while following the tactics he had prepared. This is seen by the contrast in his arsenal between brute-like enhancement abilities and his hallucinogen-like genjutsu he applies. These abilities are simple but extremely difficult to follow because of his aggressive style to play. Nonetheless, despite all the intelligence related and hypnotic effects of his techniques, he's a close and personal brawler, making him the perfect candidate to tag team with his sister, Ayame. They are considered nearly unbeatable in a tag team.
【Ninja techniques】
A rank techniques:
B rank techniques:
C rank techniques:
Chakra enhanced Strength
D-E rank techniques:
【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Heavenly Guide: Divine Blood
Rank:
S
Range:
Personal and contact
Description:
This technique is Fujitora's unique trump card and revolves around making him a merciless juggernaut in combat. It essentially functions as an armor similar to earth spear, turning the affected skin AND muscles of the user and turning them into a material stronger than steel. The big difference between it and similar elemental powers would be its complete elemental neutrality, essentially making it pure Yang. Consequently no element is stronger against this armor than another. The way it is applied can be summarized into three points.
1) Localized application, meaning certain portions of his body are affected by this ability. In most cases it is applied on the entirety of the forearms and maintained this way during most of the fight. Because it is localized and highly controlled, someone of Fujitora's level can consider it barely accountable in terms of chakra consumption. However only two areas can be affected at once (about the size of the forearms) and once the armor is retracted to cover an area, a wait of five seconds (about a post) has to be done in order to apply it again. Needless to say this is a great maneuver to handle pinpoint attacks.
2) General application, contrarily to the localized version, to make the armor general the boar hand seal must be made. The muscle density of Fujitora doubles and covers his entire body with the armor. The defensive capabilities are reduced and exchanged for higher physical damage, essentially making his hits dangerously lethal if not reacted to. General, Area of Effect attacks are not very efficient against him in this form but pinpoint attacking and precision moves easily pierce the armor. The chakra cost to maintain is more considerable than the former.
3) External application, meaning he can apply it to an object or person he touches for a simple chakra cost. The more he needs to coat, the more costly it'll be. As long as he maintains contact on the target, it will not lose the hardened shell and cost little to nothing, however if contact is lost, the effects will dissipate in exactly fifteen seconds (1-2 posts depending on the speed and order of events).
Of course specialty of each user is taken into consideration when evaluating the damage inflicted, such as even localized areas receive superficial scratches from enhanced cutting moves like flying swallow. Elements have a vastly weaker effect than they usually would, of course all the same is applied to them.
Jutsu name:
Heavenly Guide: Infinite Potential
Rank:
A
Range:
Personal
Description:
A really close derivative to the Fission technique (I love this jutsu), it essentially applies the same things on the first hand. When done, both duplicates cannot generalized the Divine Blood and can only localize one part of their body (affecting objects stays the same). But this ability comes with a new catch which increases versatility. Either duplicate is capable of "exploding" into multiple extremely small forms of Fujitora, varying from as small as a man's thumb to even as small as a fruit fly. When divided into such small things, he cannot attack others with anything, they can fly however. There is however a "main" body that cannot become smaller than a thumb and if destroyed, renders most of the tiny duplicates unable to fuse back with Fujitora's full body. This very small "main" body can turn back to normal size after a minute (three posts), before that a single shot can kill it.
Jutsu name:
Heavenly Guide: Sky and Earth
Rank:
A
Range:
Personal and contact
Description:
It is basically weight manipulation without being bound to a specific element. Fujitora can manipulate the weight of his body, or portions, as he pleases. This can also be done on other objects or even living things via contact with the palm of his hand. He can also cause this on things latched on to his body without pressing his palm against them. The effects last a minute (three posts) on external objects. The more weight added or subtracted, the more chakra it will cost.
Jutsu name:
Heavenly Guide: Chosen one
Rank:
A
Range:
Within 150 m
Description:
By fixating a specific target, whether it is living or not, Fujitora is able to 'lock' the target by having a literal target form on it. It is bright red and usually contrasts with other reds, but it is entirely pointless like this. The use of this target is simple, as long as the target is in radius, Fujitora will know perfectly where his target is and distinguish it from its clones or things of the like. It also makes them stand out in supposed concealment jutsu. Genjutsu or mind altering abilities that may befall Fujitora can make this less dangerous. It is only possible to affect one target at a time. Once they come out of the zone, the target vanishes.
Jutsu name:
Demonic Illusion: Topsy Turvy
Rank:
B
Range:
Through smell
Description:
The application of the technique usually comes from Fujitora exhaling smoke from a white cigarette. The smoke itself is harmless, but the aroma captured by the nose, as weak as it can be, applies the genjutsu as if they had snorted some nasty drug. The effects are essentially directions being switched: Left is right, front is back, etc. While they see something coming from the right, it's in reality coming from the left. It can become increasingly difficult when multiple factors come to play and strange angles are solicited.
Jutsu name:
Demonic Illusion: Convulsive Madness
Rank:
B
Range:
The keyword 'Dance'
Description:
Whenever the word 'dance' is uttered by Fujitora, the sound waves are infected with a specific Yin chakra that imbues a strange genjutsu hallucination akin to having spent too much time on idoser. The effects are essentially certain objects and body parts appear smaller or bigger depending on their distance, movements and base size. This is very difficult to understand and even master, Fujitora being well accustomed to such practices can perform only a few movements that he knows will entail a certain visual reaction to the opponent.
Jutsu name:
Demonic Illusion: Decisive Jail
Rank:
B
Range:
Taste and touch
Description:
By exhaling a snow white smoke upon inhaling God knows what in his joint, Fujitora is capable of releasing a large amount of smoke that surrounds the field with a diameter of 100 meters and goes as high as 50 meters, like a dome of smoke. This has no effect and is harmless unless one willingly tries to leave. The smoke is dense and covers about 30 meters in thickness, but the effects only kick in once people walk out of this "jail". Their pores and tongue (when breathing) absorb some of the smoke and they discover the rather sweet taste of it. Quickly effects of addiction are imposed relatively quickly into the body (the drug spread in it is too small in doses to have an effect, hence chakra). This addictive nature makes the body feel more and more pressure as they get away from the sealed arena the smoke created, their body becomes heavier and they generally feel nauseous. Walking out of the thick smoke doesn't remedy one from the effects but leaves the fully vulnerable, if they walk back in the arena like their addicted instincts tell them, the effects wear off almost immediately. This technique can be easily dispelled like any Genjutsu, but it is very easily confused with an actual poison/drug. Wind techniques can create easy exits, though.
Jutsu name:
Heavenly Guide: Spiritual Message
Rank:
B
Range:
100 m radius
Description:
Usually exhaled via a normal cigarette, Fujitora releases a strange nearly invisible powder that pollutes the surrounding area, without any direct effect on anything. In reality it latches on to the chakra surrounding anyone in the area and allows Fujitora to see the chakra emanating from them as if it were more transparent. Through this he can evaluate emotional states and approximate chakra levels. It is particularly useful in interrogations to determine if someone is lying.
Jutsu name:
Heavenly Gate: Statue Clone
Rank:
C
Range:
Close, a meter away
Description:
The Statue clone is a clone that doesn't move, actually doesn't do anything at all. The advantage it gives is that it requires no handseals to make and work as a form of afterimage of Fujitora as he moves, usually taking the stance he had when he made it. The clone is made at the last spot Fujitora stood. Because it is called statue, it is made of a strange, black stone that crumbled easily by most attacks, however it also releases a large amount of smoke, making it an easy shield and distraction.
Jutsu name:
Heaven's Gate: Shotgun Dynamite
Rank:
C
Range:
Close range
Description:
A Taijutsu move using the brute force Fujitora is dangerous for. For it to work, he must perform a direct forward punch after taking a specific stance. The punch will release a wave of pressure that scatters the farther it goes. The close it is, the more it'll hurt and the farther one will be projected. It is non-lethal and can go up to simply breaking ribs. Using it repeatedly physically tires fast, making it much more efficient if use moderately. The same can be used for kicks, though these are usually used to project Fujitora and close distances (or create if he had enough time when close range). Once again, he needs to take a specific stance and duck ever so slightly.
【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Bamboo Staff
Weapon, tool or object type:
Melee weapon an unconventional use
Description:
It is a simple bamboo like this with little durability and plant-like features. However it can be enhanced by divine blood making it a lethal staff weapon. The most interesting thing about it is the pheromones and drugs implanted in it that can be regulated via a switch. When the drug is plunged into the bamboo it will swiftly grow in lengths, reaching to a maximum of one mile in twenty seconds.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Balled Explosive Tags
Weapon, tool or object type:
Multiple explosive tags put together to make a ball
Description:
Serving as special ammunition for Fujitora, up to five are stocked in the bamboo staff and can be fired at near bullet speed as Fujitora blows in it. Alone they are relatively non-lethal, direct hits could possibly lead to massive damage, but when enhanced by Divine Blood, the shrapnel of the exploding paper becomes a danger that can kill faster than the ten second limit. The bullets explode upon colliding with something.
Weapon, tool or object name:
The Three Pills
Weapon, tool or object type:
Pillz here
Description:
Taking these pills allows allies to be affected by Fujitora's hallucinogen genjutsus, making things a whole lot easier for everyone.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Smokes and lighter
Weapon, tool or object type:
...Smokes and lighter
Description:
The smoke vary from basic cigarettes, to cigars, to custom joints while the lighter is usually an old style Asuma Brand.
Weapon, tool or object name:
Morphine
Weapon, tool or object type:
Pain killer
Description:
It is essentially just morphine, dosed correctly and it nullifies pain in exchange for a loss in general balance, but Fujitora has a resistance allowing him to only lose his balance from time to time. They come in small, compact syringes, the type used at wars for quick fixes for injured soldiers. Thus they can be used to drug the enemy as well, drugging them over the limit and damaging their performance.
NPC Section
【Full Name】
Gozoboro
【Alias】
The Quirk
【Age】
39
【Role】
Underground Tournament Participant
【Personality】
A calm and rather wise individual at first glance, he does his best to make his opponent feel at ease. He'll often give the impression that he isn't as nasty as the other fighters and won't fight to kill, but that is where lies his strength. His sadistic nature is only revealed once he feels it adequate to finish off his opponent, though he'll do it best to leave them in critical condition so he can "examine" them.
【Techniques and Tools】
Puppet Technique
Manipulating Attack Blades
Weapon 1: Gozoboro primarily uses his puppet technique on the Jailer, a robot-like puppet with a complex gearing system and strong steel casing making it a tough weapon to face. Like many puppets it wields multiple blades within its members, but its most notable trait be its ability to make lightning flow in its body and the multiple metal cords it fires from various parts of its body, notably its wrists and waist. Like the Crow, it can disassemble itself and attack from various angles. Every part of the puppet is rigged with a good quantity of explosives as well.
Weapon 2: Both arms and legs of Gozoboro have been replaced with metal, puppet-like replicas after he suffered severe injuries in combat. They are capable of being fired. The arms confer superior strength and can be opened to reveal small missiles that chase the opponent. They also conceal various puppet blades. The legs can have spikes emerge to add damage when kicking and can also utilize feet rockets to propel the Gozobro for a short period of time.
【Others】
A notorious fighter of the underground ring, his tricks however catch most newcomers despite warnings. He is said to be one of the worst monsters to have walked Konoha. He's currently working for a group said to be associated with the great investor Tsurino.
【Full Name】
Kapora
【Alias】
The Counter
【Age】
31
【Role】
Ring fighter
【Personality】
The strong and silent type, he's often seen with his eyes closed, as if he is meditating. However, this is only to contain his huge rage that helps intensify his general strength and brutality. He's especially stubborn and merciless when he's after something he really wants, and in this case he is completely hypnotized by the desire of having that scroll for some reason. He isn't very provocative and barely ever talks in combat.
【Techniques and Tools】
Earth Release: Fist Rock Technique
Strong Fist
Earth release: Earth and Stone Dragon
Special Characteristic: Concealed in his attire is a second pair of arms connected right under his shoulder and can perform just as well as the original pair. They are heavily bulky in muscle and can perform hand seals. However they can't do two technique simultaneously.
Weapon: Spiked chain, a long spiked chain going as far as 90 meters in length is wrapped around his entire arm. It is riddled with small spikes that seem to retract when only touching his flesh. His is highly skilled with it and can easily use it as a whip to capture people and having it wrap around them. It can also be used as a decent shield when wrapped tightly on his arm.
【Others】
A frequent visitor of this tournament, he rarely gets to the finals before leaving however, making this a rare occasion.
【Full Name】
Suzuki
【Alias】
The Temptress
【Age】
27
【Role】
Ring fighter
【Personality】
A typical femme fatale, she's one to attempt to seduce men whenever she can and go for the kill as quick as possible. With women, she's particularly violent however as they are competition. As such, both sexes struggle greatly with her. She's one to taunt and play with her food, but she isn't as sadistic as the rest, she'll only play once her food is nice and tenderized beyond repair. She's rarely intimidated and rather cunning for a thug, displaying great skill in battle and a strong tactical sense. She's one of the few that can potentially cause trouble to the team.
It is important to note that her dignity has not value to her in a fight, and wouldn't mind throwing it away for a win.
【Techniques and Tools】
Lightning Release: False Darkness
Slithering Snake Mode
Soft Physique Modification
Many Hidden Shadow Snake Hands
Shadow Clone Technique
Self-Cursing Seal - Afflicted Through Bite
Summoning: Suzuki keeps a large Boa snaked wrapped around her body and usually keeps the top end of its body around her neck. Unlike the other snakes, this boa is yellow and white in color and is capable of emitting a paralyzing poison that attacks locally (members). The snake itself has a very strong bind and can keep enhanced strengths in a locked position for a short period of time while biting them. It works really well in coordination with its master, usually attacking like a third member when it is least expected and delivering strong blows. It's mouth it big enough to envelope en entire head in it and devour a human instantly.
Suzuki holds the typical stock of Ninja tools as well as three personalized Tanto (see appearance). |
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