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7,700	204	491	2,089	1,983	Aoi Don Maquia Strolling through the pictures of each files, like a child reading through a book but disregarding all the written information on the adjacent page, the clown made various onomatopoeia to express disgust when she saw all the bodies and broken goods. She didn't make much sense of them, other than the obvious bad things she could deduce from a first glance like there was a struggle or the deed was done rather quickly. It was quite obvious by now that thinking and associating ideas wasn't her thing, even if her creativity knew no bounds. Eventually, she'd create turmoil in the organization of files in one of the boxes, leaving her colleagues the task of cleaning up behind her for the sake of work cohesion and general work ethics. Then came Rin's rambling about rag-heads? That term some how caught Aoi's attention more than anything else in her rather bigoted and hostile discourse. All that ran in Aoi's mind would be heads made of rags, or even people with rags covering their whole faces! Such absurd images popped into her head, ideas a lot more innocent than what the perverse chuunin was suggesting and would of course be refuted by the only male of the group. Even Akio couldn't really bear with it too well, leaving the harlequin the odd one out who had no idea how to feel about this whole predicament. "If rag-heads exist then ... How about towel hands?" She mumbled to herself, placing her priorities where they should obviously be at this point in time. But she'd be brought back to earth when she'd notice her lover severely distressed by something. Quickly walking up to her, Aoi placed her hand on the taller girl's shoulder to manifest her support before looking over the few files the Tendou had looked up previously. Before she'd dive into the files in question, she'd escort her significant other toward a nearby couch and sat her down so she could rest, giving her a kiss on the cheek before checking out what Rin was commenting on. Aoi tried to make sense of it, the symbol that got everyone's attention. Though she had likely seen it by the time she stayed with Akio, the harlequin had a knack for misplacing relevant memories and appearing absolutely clueless. Though it really seemed like she was onto something at this point, and the increasing tension in her facial expression revealed that she was about to crack the code and expose the truths behind this emotional roller coaster of a case. Opening her mouth, she spewed the following, starting out with a very powerful and solemn voice to have everyone's attention. "I ... Have no clue! Kiki~ Can you tell us what's wrong?!" She ran back up at her girlfriend, holding the dreaded file and offering it to her. She of course set on her lap so she couldn't escape and isolate herself out of sorrow, though she concealed it behind an affectionate action. Unlike her lover, Aoi kept her upbeat and overly enthusiastic expression, a strong contrast with what her lover expressed at this point. If Akio's job was to think, then it would be the clown's job to be just that, a clown unbeaten by such events. N.C.4 Once they had entered, N.C.4 was not fazed whatsoever by all the decorations in the room nor intimidating by the size of the residence. It had no notion of such emotional attachment to things, to it all it needed was some environment studying to calculate the various small hazards possible during the execution of their plan. Luckily, the massiveness playing in their favor as it gave the robot more space to maneuver its dreaded ability. As they wee introduced, Jun could only focus on what was surrounding them, including Cho's own guards. Then Fi came in, the second target of the mission. Most human beings would have their hearts twisted by the cheer innocence emanating from that child's being, but N.C.4 remained unsympathetic as ever, considering her only as a target that needs to be silenced. However, one word coming from that young girl's mouth did stir some unrelated thoughts into the bot's mind. 'Hiro', the nickname it was trusted to give to her instead of her usual name. At first, N.C.4 could see this as a rather disconcerting externality considering Chihiro appeared to have a much large attachment to these people than anticipated, but then it realized something else. Why would the Hyuuga heir bother to even attribute such a familiar way of addressing them to people obviously below them? Was it perhaps because they had gained some form of subjective value to her eyes? Was Junshiro of value to her eyes? It didn't make sense to it. It is only a weapon to exact the will of Konoha, to defend it and nothing more, not to create friendships with its citizens. Puzzled, it let the moment go by until Chihiro told the two bodyguards to scram and handle themselves. The robot nodded, knowing fully well what it had to do. They were in a large room again, but it looked more like a living room with a big TV and various old ornaments to display the riches of the family. N.C.4 counted seven guards simply chilling in the area: three playing cards, two watching some movie on the TV, one moving to use the restroom in the corner and one stood silent leaning against the wall. The silent once seemed more observant, and he could of course notice N.C.4's cold stare studying him. It also recognized the placement of two cameras hidden behind various furniture. It had to calculate how it would execute this all in one sweep and not attract any attention. Considering Chihiro's importance to this family, they wouldn't have their guard up as much as they would normally, at least that's what N.C.4 deduced, most of the armed forces being likely placed outside for security. The silent bodyguard was likely the leader, probably nearing Chuunin level considering the type of protective force they were. He had to go first, otherwise he'd make the quick and painless approach impossible. Nodding at Gin to start moving toward the stairs, N.C.4 walked up to the overwatching guard with a relaxed composure before asking him something. "Excuse me. May I have a cup of coffee served, please?" "Coffee? From the machine? Yeah, sure." As the man responded, he turned around to walk up to the coffee machine set next to various goods placed for the well being f the employees while waiting. But the instant he turned his back on N.C.4, he felt a very cold and queasy sensation on his abdomen and back. All N.C.4 had one was whip its arm from left to right, swinging a strand of wire in a crescent formation right behind the man at point blank range, essentially cutting him as if he got slashed by a sword. His body fell over in half as he couldn't formulate a single sound through the sheer shock and pain. No blood was formed as the cut was perfectly clean and precise, making it unnoticeable until the two pieces would fall on the ground. "Thank you, sir." However the robot would have, just as the pieces fell, pointed its free hand to one direction without making it a brutal and conspicuous movement. It released basic wires which were fired to latch themselves on a wall and be as stressed as possible. When the body would finally make a thud and the bodyguards would turn their attention to see just what these strange movements were, N.C.4 simply waved its fully wired hand from one direction to another with a very brutal and swift move. The wires were enhanced and turned bright blue as the movement commenced. The result would be all furniture and people in the way were sliced in multiple levels and fell into 4 or 5 pieces depending on their position. Because N.C.4 was doing this from the distance of the room's edge, it easily got most of the people in the room. It was soundless, except for of course the pieces falling over, which of course would capture the attention of Cho in the other room. This was intentional as it would justify N.C.4 entering the room without justification. After all, he'd expect something to have happened. But as the robot entered the room, the same kind of crescent shaped wire was hurled right toward Cho as he bothered to acknowledge the robot's presence. The slash would decapitate him the instant he understood what was going on, silencing him for good. "There is a camera room, likely beneath us. I'll plant my bomb there. Now move, Hiro." It ordered before manipulating its wires to make a form of spider web. They would, of course, turn blue to gain as much cutting power as possible before hurling the shape downward. The more it advanced, the more it expanded, destroying the floor beneath it. There was no guard, as expected, but an archive of video files. It made sense, after all this wasn't a casino and it was known via reports that the family wasn't one to keep permanent guards inside the home except for visits. Glory to privacy, right? It dropped the bomb in the room an now waited for the others to finish their job. Patiently expecting patrols to stumble upon this mess and be immediately butchered as they gasped in surprise.	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, 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. More to come later... 【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: 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 both 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. 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】 35 【Sex】 Male 【Sexuality】 Heterosexual 【Birthplace】 Amegakure 【Bloodline】 Choko, a name he's trying to redeem 【Rank】 Jonin Commander 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).
7,701	204	492	800	3,846	Gin Kakiyama, Tonaka Castle Gin looked over at the monotonous teammate and gave a subtle nod as he stood and stretched before moving over to the wall nearest the staircase. He narrowed his eyes in the direction of NC4 and the guard before closing them briefly.'In through the nose, out through the mouth, heart rate lowering, breathing minimizing....' He took one finally breath as he heard pieces of something fleshy and heavy hit the floor and snapped his eyes open to what was formulated as the cue. "Thank you, sir." "Kirigakure no Jutsu" He said in almost a hushed whisper, only those who were on the headset with him may have been able to make out what he said but the only way was to see the mist itself actually form in order to know that Gin activated it. His figure quickly faded into the heavy mist before he started to move. Gin made sure that his jutsu spread throughout the manor, inside and out. It managed to have it roll over the manor as naturally as possible but thanks to his training at a young age and especially training with the mist itself, this was no problem. As far as he was concerned, his footsteps were like that of a cat, nimble, quick and silent. He was in his silent killing mode; make the least amount of noise while utilizing the maximum killing proficiency. He refused to use the staircase but chose to use the ceiling as his method of maneuvering the second floor hallway. Applying enough chakra for the jump to the ceiling he crouched low and sprung upwards, twisting himself so that he would land feet first. As he touched the ceiling, he made sure his momentum was dispersed evenly by landing on his toes first and slowly bringing himself back onto the heel before he made his way up the staircase. About halfway there he heard a bit of a commotion which sounded more or less like two guards, most likely talking about something. As he moved along the ceiling he heard two guards below him who seemed to be in alarm from the sudden mist that had moved through theanor itself. Applying the necessary amount of chakra to his hands he scaled down from the ceiling to the floor just behind them before making a water clone. His movements went unheard as he moved in behind the two, slowly drawing his blade. They were close enough to each other that he and his clone would need only one swing to take them out. His clone withdrew a kunai Gin looked over and gave him a nod. His clone moved in, quickly slicing the neck of the guard that was on the left while Gin swung down at an angle, severing the other guard from the shoulder to the chest before sheathing his blade again. The guard that Gin had dismembered had gave a quickly silenced scream as the blade cut into his flesh. His clone dispersed leaving only a puddle of water that slowly mixed in with the blood that begun to pool from the dead guards. 'Gotta find Fi's room.' He raced down the hallway, looking at each door for the elegant design that represented the daughters personal room. As he searched he heard the faint sound of a young lady singing at the end of the hall. His eyes widened as he slowed down when he was 20 feet from the room. He looked at the doorway, a beautiful designed that accentuated their wealth and the land they were from. Slowly he placed his hand on the doorknob and as quietly as possible turned the knob. As he entered he looked across the room to a nearby window where a small desk was with a mirror hanging just above it. Fi was brushing her hair and humming a beautiful soothing tune. It was a shame really, there seriously had to be no reason to kill her. From what he could see, she was just innocent. He made his way up to Fi who hummed joyfully in her chair to herself as she looked in the mirror, quickly taking notice to Gin's presence. 'There is no way-' "Hello one who protects Chihiro!" She greeted in a cheery voice. Gin snapped out of his thoughts with a quick response. "G-Gin's fine, Fi-sama. Call me Gin." His voice seizing on him slightly at the beginning. He managed to get quickly give the young woman an eye smile, though it did not have any authenticity to it. "So Fi-sama, how long have you known Chihiro-sama?" Fi sat there for a moment as she thought. "All my life really. It's been a long time since I saw her so I'm so glad that I had that chance again." She looked up and smiled at him. "I really look up to her, she's like my big sister. "To be honest I don't know what I would do without her." This struck Gin to the center of his core as it could be seen on his face in a harden gaze that seemed to reach into her sole. He was now torn mentally on what to do. 'No...I can do it. Maybe this is a front, a façade...But it can't be, she seems to genuine. But if I don't do it, then Chihiro-chan will. I can't let her burden this... A somberness fell over his face as he moved closer to Fi which made her feel slightly uneasy. "M-Mr. G-Gin?" Swiftly Gin drew his blade, sparking as it flew out of its sheath into a high pitch chirping, that alone was enough to startle Fi into a silent scream. She just sat there wide eyed as Gin heaved the blade into the air and looked her in the eye, a single tear falling from his face. His voiced trembled "I-I'm sorry, Fi-chan...Forgive me." as he swiftly brought the blade down. Fi had just enough time to lean backwards as the blade cut into her shoulder. Had she not, she would have been sliced in to. It was at this point she screamed and raced to the doorway as Gin stood there, sadness resting permanently on his face as he body flickered in front of her. He ran right into him but he held his ground as she fell backwards. Tears welled up in her eyes as her voiced trembled in a panic. "G-G-Gin-kun p-please! S-Stop! P-Please" Gin gritted his teeth. "This is fucking insane." He thought as his own tears rolled down his face. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard in order to suppress the rising guilt from within. He raised his blade and looked at her one last time. "I wish I could." Everything seemed to slow down as the blade descended and Fi, who seemed to be an innocent girl who was just dragged into this, scream one last time as she covered herself with her arms in an attempt to save herself...... CRACK! Fi had opened her eyes to see Gin kneeled on the floor in front of her with his head down on it, tears were running down his face if one looked close enough. "I....I can't d-do it. I won't be able to live with myself if I knew I took the life of an innocent." This is what she heard over the chirping sound of the blade planted next to her in the floorboards. Gin believed she was innocent and that that was final, she was caught up in a cruel scheme that her father was a part of and was being punished for nothing other then being related. "W-W-What? What do you mean?" She was wide eyed and scared, her voice still trembled as he continued to look at the floor. Slowly Gin sat up, refusing to look at her directly. With a shaky hand he removed the headset and placed it on the ground. "Please Fi, forgive me. I didn't want to do this in the first place." "D-Do w-what?" "I even questioned it." "Questioned what? G-Gin.. What are you talking about? She was scared but at the same time concerned for Gin. He looked up and into her eyes. "I...I can't"	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. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 I may be a nice guy but I'll ruin your day in a heartbeat. Personnel files. Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance. 【Full Name】 Uji Hōdan Akimichi 【Alias】 Hōdan, Uji-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】 Explain. 【Ninja techniques】 Canon Jutsus. D-E rank techniques: * The basic jutsu 【Custom made techniques】 Jutsu name: Katon: Remain as we are Rank: B Range: 5 meter Description: Explain. Psych. report. Medical secrecy applies. 【Personality】【History】 >.< 【Family ties】 ??? 【Dreams and fears】 What?
7,702	204	493	61	531	Chihiro Hyūga This is about to be a ride... Chihiro stared, tearing at the site of Jun killing him and looked away wiping her eyes, getting out of her clothes, her ninja wear was under and she quickly stuffed everything into her bag, pulling out her headband she looked at, "I understand things have to be a certain way, but these people were so happy, so wanting to see me, how am i supp-" looking up Jun shouted an order and she kicked herself out of second guessing everything, wiping the tear away, she quickly bounded out of the room and ran in the direction of his room. Stopping at the door, she quietly opened it and closed it behind her, two guards quickly turned and she ran, jumping and planting her feet on one of the mans chest, stabbing him in the neck. Turning she quickly legged swept the other and killed him with a stab to the chest, the other guard gasping for breath grabbed her hand "w-w-why..." she looked at him in cold blood and put her hands on his face, suffocating him even more. She looked away until he stopped struggling and stood up. Looking around she remembered all the times she had in this room, playing hide and go seek. Almost like she was seeing a ghost of little her, she saw her hiding behind the curtains of the window and Fi looking after her. Chihiro climbed up the curtains and used her chakra to say up against the wall, she remembered Fi finding her and calling her a cheater and them laughing about it. It hit her intensely, looking around, she used her Byakugan and began looking for the talisman "Hey it's not in he-" she looked through the house and saw it was upstairs, next to Gin "nevermind, found it, it's upstairs, i'm making my way to you Gin..." though she didn't know about the current situation going upstairs. Running across the fog filled room, she ran up the wall and onto the ceiling avoiding any alterations that could happen incase they were waiting for her. Running silently, she dropped down quietly and walked into the door, only to see Gin crying, his blade stuck in the floor and Fi hurt but not dead. "D-Do w-what?" "I even questioned it." "Questioned what? G-Gin.. What are you talking about?" "I...I can't" Chihiro looked down as Fi was startled by her "Hiro...wha-wha...what's going on?!?" Chihiro took off the headset and she looked up at the ceiling not saying anything. "You fucking coward, you aren't a ninja Gin, you are a fucking coward, get the fuck over your morals and do your damn mission, you have no idea who these two are, and you still can do it...fine" she closed the door and reached over Fi to grab the sword. Fi looked at her horrified. "H-Hiro what are you doing? Wha-" the blade was stabbed through her stomach and she breathed out, Chihiro looked away, but Fi turned put her hands on Chihiro's face "W-Wh-why...H-" pulling the blade out, the girl started to bleed out and Chihiro put a hand over Fi's eyes, closing them, before turning and stabbing the bloody blade into the floor in front of Gin "Fi was my friend, my little sister and I fucking killed her, I DID YOUR JOB!" she grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled him up to see her crying eyes "Listen here, when you're given a fucking job, you do it, regardless of your fucking morals, you think I wanted to kill her, i wanted to kill Cho? No! But i got the fuck over it, you need to figure out which side your on, because if that wasn't Fi, you could be dead, FUCKING DEAD GIN! Fucking figure out if you are cut out for this shit" she pushed him back, and turned not showing him her tears. Wiping more tears away, she put her headset back in "Jobs done, Fi's dead, I'm getting the Talisman now, we'll be on our way downstairs get ready to leave" she quickly used Byakugan and found the talisman in Fi's wall, filled with dozen of things, including a necklace that Hiro head in her room hanging on her mirror. Stopping she froze, breaking into tears and shaking, she fell to the ground, but she couldn't look weak not now. Getting the talisman, she stood up "Let's go Gin, make your peace if you want..." she left the room and started to run towards the stairs, her mind going blank and running into auto pilot.	【Full Name】 Chihiro Hyūga 【Alias】 Hiro 【Age】 17 【Gender】 Female 【Birthplace】 Konohagakure 【Bloodline】 Hyūga 【Rank】 Chūnin Psych. report. Medical secrecy applies. 【Personality】 Chihiro is a natural flirt. She'll call people 'hun' or 'hot stuff' even if she barely knows them. Nothings wrong with a compliment, even if she's complimenting the enemy. Compliments tend to make others feel good about themselves, so whats wrong with that? A bad thing about this though is that people generally read too deep into her flirtatious ways, and often get disappointed when they find out she's not trying to lure them into her bed. As long as theres no touchy touchy, there will be no smacky smacky. Now Chihiro has a lack of patience. It can be seen as a negative trait in many aspects. But when it comes down to it, Chihiro doesn't like to wait or be waiting on other people. She has this weird thing with regret. The 'I wish I did this when I had a chance' is almost like a pet peeve of hers. She doesn't want to have thoughts like that, and it pushed her to being impulsive or spontaneous if you want to call it; so obviously she would come to develop impatience with that mindset. She'll burst into meetings or disrupt your heart to heart, it doesn't matter to her when you've kept her waiting long enough. She actually admires people who have patience, this is probably why she likes hippies. Because aww heyy maaan, everything's all cool with them. When Chihiro sets her eyes on something she will become determined to get it. Whether learning a new trick or technique or to simply gain something from someone. It would take some rather large emotional strain to kill her determination inside. This determination inside of her will push her forwards to stand up for herself or for another. Sometimes her action displayed while being determined are described as 'Bold'. Chihiro has learned that she can achieve great things through her determination. With that she still clings onto this determination to overcome obstacles and challenges. 【History】 Chihiro's birth is something of...well mystery. She is in fact a bastard child, and because of this, she is greatly covered up. Being the clan leaders daughter, she is a half blood, but she received the full bloods Byakugan. However, because of who her mother was, she was quickly taken away from the Hyūga Estate, and taken far, very far, with her bastard mother. With that, they wanted to put away with the rumors that the great Iwao had slept with another women, and it was greatly deniable from then on, as there were no records of the girls birth. Nor did anyone speak up the fact that the child was born, and like that, the little baby girl's existence was erased. Well not erased from the other Hyūga, which they refused to let her existence be erased. Her two uncles, left the main estate and left on a mission, only to fake their disappearance. They did this, in order to start training the little girl when she started to show great promise, and promise she did show. Meanwhile, her older siblings had begun their training much to late, it had seemed, that a cruel joke by life was being played. Their prodigy child was a half blood and it burned Koyuki deeply, but they tried as much as they could to meet their fathers standards. While the struggled, Chihiro was evident to be the Clan Leaders daughter, she quickly picked up gentle fist with ease and it seemed it was almost effortless to use her Byakugan, and for a long time, it seemed like everything was fine with how her life was going. Or so that's what it was, but tragedy soon struck Chihiro's life for the first time, it's not quite said or even thought, but in the middle of the night Manami, Chihiro's mother, was killed. It was not said how it happened and even Takeo and Katsu said there was no way it could have happened the way it did. However, it did happen, and with her mother gone, the only ones to take care of her were Takeo and Katsu, and this is how she became who she is now. With no mother figure in the picture, she asked Takeo and Katsu to train her 24/7, and because of this, she soared past her older brother and sister. Even Iwao admitted that his eldest two were weak compared to her, and it was even more evident when the two came to visit Chihiro. With words like that from their father, they wanted to teach her a lesson, really prove that she didn't have it. But of course, she beat both of them single handedly and nonetheless in front of Iwao. After that, they always were in her shadow, and because of this, they became extremely reckless. And so, when Chihiro turned 13, her sister and brother were on a mission, and turned up dead. Because of the death of the two Eldest and next in lines to be the Clan Leader, Chihiro was the next and only one. Koyuki refused to except her existence, but Iwao was forced to bring her out of hiding and introduced her and his daughter, full daughter, not the bastard child Koyuki thought of her to be. At first, Chihiro was excited, after becoming a genin, she thought that she would be closer to her father, but her step mother made sure that wouldn't happen. In fact, it seemed as if she was hellbent on making sure that Iwao never spent any time with Chihiro and borderline ignore and because of this, even know, Chihiro has tried her hardest to get noticed by her father. 【Family ties】 Father: Iwao Hyūga(Clan Leader) Step-Mother: Koyuki Hyūga Mother(Deceased): Manami Takashi Uncle: Takeo Hyūga Uncle: Katsu Hyūga Younger Brother: Hajime Hyūga Older Sister(Deceased): Mizuki Hyūga Older Brother(Deceased): Arata Hyūga 【Dreams and fears】 * Dreams -She only has one dream and one dream only, to make her father proud of her existence and to gain his love. * Fears -She fears disappointing her father, for all if not most of her life this has been the biggest fear, the one fear she cannot handle if it came true. -She fears not being able to meet her father's standards, it's caused her to train intensely. -She fears letting others down and not being good enough to be a ninja. Combat reports. Gathered from evaluation reports after missions. 【Fighting style】 In terms of her fighting style, she uses speed to overwhelm her opponent, with quick jabs and kicks. She wants to keep her opponent stuck in defence as much as possible, and when they try to attack, she looks for the openings and strikes. Like a snake, she will strike and recoil so that she may lunge again. She uses her speed to overtake her opponents, trying to exhaust their mind and defenses. Though this initial form of attacking seems reckless and overzealous, it is actually well planned. She maps out each opponent before the actual engagement, using the cruel cunning she developed as a Hyūga, and plans her assault accordingly. Because of being a Hyūga, she is mostly a Taijutsu user, with a bit of Ninjutsu of course, but she is generally a close range fighter. 【Weaponry, tools and objects.】 Weapon, tool or object type: Wakizashi Description: 【Ninja techniques】 A-Rank: Eight Trigrams One Hundred Twenty-Eight Palms B-Rank: Eight Trigrams Palms Revolving Heaven Gentle Fist: Palm Bottom Eight Trigrams Vacuum Palm C-Rank: Gentle Fist: Tenketsu Needle 【D-E rank techniques】 E-rank: Clone Technique Body Replacement Technique 【Custom Jutsu】 Jutsu name: Tenketsu Needle: Chiryou Sutairu No Kobushi Katon: Self-Nin Taijutsu Rank: B Range: Self Description: This Technique was developed by Takeo Hyūga while attempting to train with Chihiro. Using Tenketsu Needle against Chihiro, he hit her in the arm and what they found was that that Chakra was building up in her arm. Using Tenketsu needle mixed with her Byakugan, she aims at her shoulder, effectively cutting off chakra flow to her entire arm. However in turn, chakra builds up within the arm that was effected. As it builds up, the chakra in turn, begins to physically appear above her skin in a blue hue. Usually invisible to the naked eye unless you have byakugan or something of the like, this Chakra is visible to the naked for others. Once above her skin, she then attacks normally, however there's a catch. If she were to miss, the aura makes up for the distance and hits the person being attacked with the hit. Effectively being able to clear the distance that she narrowly missed and hit them with the same force of the blow. The effects of being hit, are much like getting hit by a metal bat, extremely hard. However it loses it's gentle fist capabilities, it comes back with strength instead of stealth. This tech only last for 5 post in each arm and comes with a hefty draw back. Once past the combined 10 posts of each arm, she is no longer able to use those arms with chakra, like a normal Tenketsu Needle attack. It last for two hours or if she is healed and chakra is restored. Jutsu name: Tenketsu Needle: Chiryou Sutairu No Ashi Katon: Self-Nin Taijutsu Rank: C Range: Self Description: This Technique was developed by Takeo Hyūga while attempting to train with Chihiro. Using Tenketsu Needle against Chihiro, he hit her in the legs and what they found was that that Chakra was building up in her legs. Using Tenketsu needle mixed with her Byakugan, she aims at her thighs, effectively cutting off chakra flow to her entire leg down. However in turn, chakra builds up within the leg that was effected. As it builds up, the chakra in turn, begins to physically appear above her skin in a blue hue. Unlike Tenketsu Needle: Chiryou Sutairu No Kobushi, this one IS ONLY a movement jutsu, under no circumstance is this used for close combat. As the Chakra builds up, it allows her to "thrust" herself forward to clear distances in front of her. She has no way of controlling it, it simply propels forward, matching the speed of bullet shot from a pistol. The jutsu also has a set distance of 20 meters, once reaching that 20 meters, she can not stop before then, unless physically stopped. 【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】 Kekkei genkai:Byakugan she can see at a limit of 10 Kilometres in distance.
7,703	204	494	1,918	8,272	Akio Tendou Akio didn't respond to any of the others at first, lost in her own world until Aoi sat down on her lap, asking fir her assistance on the matter. The file caused her to jolt, but she quickly shoved down every scrap of emotion she could, wiping her eyes dry as she tried to reclaim some semblance of dignity again. "I'm sorry about that, truly it's just that . . . not only did this mission just became a good deal more complicated and dangerous, but it's also infinitely more personal to me as well." Akio took a calming breathe as she gestured to Aoi that she was fine and that she could get off now(a lie, but she should be standing up for something like this), before standing upand putting the file on the table. "Carved into one of the victim's bodies was a code that only 3 people know about: Me, Tsukiko-nee . . . and my half-brother, the misding nin known as Kokatsu Tendou. It was a code he'd created when he was young, so he could share info with Tsukiko in secret without drawing the ire of our father. He taught me a year before his . . . departure from the village." It was clear to all those present that Akio was struggling to keep herself calm about this, her face teeming with so many conflicting emotions that it was near impossible to know what she was feeling, only that she was suffering from a great amount of internal turmoil. "Knowing this, I can also figure the idenity of his accomplice to most likely be . . . my younger sister, Makoto, whom he kidnapped the day he wiped out our clan, as well as countless others." Akio's voice had dropped to a monotone pitch, as her mind had simply shut down all of her feelings for now, so as she could still continue to function. If not, she was sure she'd break down under the onrush of unresolved issues and emotions this mission was bringing back from the depths of her subconscious mind. "Considering the skill of our enemy, it would be a horrible idea to meet him on his own terms and on his own terf. However, we have the perfect bait to draw him out: me. Kokatsu and I held a close bond, . . . as close as two siblings could ever have. He was, and most likely still is, obsessively possessive over those he cares about, thinking of them as his and his alone. He'll come for me if we make rhe trap obvious enough,,though if he doesn't or if he escapes, than our secondary objective is to find and apprehend Makoto and use her to draw him out." "Since the kidnappings have upped in frequency, it shouldn't be too long before we get a chance to strike. I'll write down a packet contain everything I know about him, but first I . . . I just need some time alone. Be back in 10, and if the rep gets here before I'm ready, just tell him I need to take care of some business. I'll get the details later." Akio gave them all a curt nod, before walking out of the room at a fast pace, heading towards a connected room, and shutting the door behind her with a bang. She'd sit on the bed, hair covering her face begore lying down and letting everything flow out through her tears. She didn't make a single sound though, as she curled on the bed, struggling on how to dealwith all of these feelings she thought she'd moved on from upon meeting Aoi. But here they were, bigger than ever as she was now closer to seeing her brother again than ever before, the memories of the past conflicting with the gruesomeness of his murders in her head. And so she would stay, silently riding through wave after wave of unfiltered emotions, raw feelings, and the stirrings of deep anger and rage.	Please ignore this post
7,704	204	495	800	3,846	Gin Kakiyama, Tonaka Castle "Hiro...wha-wha...what's going on?!?" 'No...Chihiro...' He gasped quietly as he turned to see Chihiro standing above him, looking at the ceiling. "You fucking coward, you aren't a ninja Gin, you are a fucking coward, get the fuck over your morals and do your damn mission, you have no idea who these two are, and you still can do it...fine" His eyes widen as she reached for the blade. "H-Hiro what are you doing? Wha-" "Ch-Ch-Ch-Chihiro-chan...Hiro-chan...HIRRROOOO! Gin yelled in a feeble attempt to stop her but to no prevail. The blade pierced the scared girls chest as Fi's eyes said it all. Betrayal, confusion, fear. All Gin could do was sit the in a kneeled position and be a spectator because he wouldn't eliminate his objective. "W-Wh-why...H-" He stared at her body, a shaky had moving up to remove his mask but was stopped short as he heard the blade being replanted into the floor, causing him to flinch. Quickly he was yanked off the ground, his eyes wide as he looked into Chihiro's own which showed anger and guilt, but most of all, sadness.. Though, she would now have to carry the guilt and burden of this, something that Gin could have...Should have. "Fi was my friend, my little sister and I fucking killed her, I DID YOUR JOB!" He scanned her face, hoping to see something different but her eyes were not changing. She sent daggers into him and he could feel it in the pit of his soul. He looked away from her and back at Fi's lifeless body and gritted his teeth. "Listen here, when you're given a fucking job, you do it, regardless of your fucking morals, you think I wanted to kill her, I wanted to kill Cho? No! But I got the fuck over it, you need to figure out which side your on, because if that wasn't Fi, you could be dead, FUCKING DEAD GIN! Fucking figure out if you are cut out for this shit" He was thrown back to the ground. He didn't try to resist, he deserved it. In stead he stayed there and looked at Fi. She seem so at peace even after what just happened. Gin brought up his weak hand and took off his mask, something he never did unless something really, REALLY bothered or upset him. He never turned off his mic so it wouldn't be a surprise if that other teammate heard all of this. He decided just to sit there next to the doorway and stared at Fi. His headset resting on his lap, the button pressed in without him realizing it. "She's right Fi...I'm not a ninja...I'm a fucking coward. You know though, you were lucky Fi, to have some like her in your life. His voice began to tremble. "B-Because I don't. I don't have a little sister or brother. I'm by myself...but you had her...A sweet caring individual, one who would lay her life down for family and friends. Instead she took yours because I let my morals get in the way of my judgment. I'm a coward, a disgrace and-AND NOW BECAUSE I FAILED SHE HAS TO BEAR THAT WEIGHT! NNNNAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" He could no longer hold it in, he screamed in pain and sorrow, but not because he failed to do it, but because he failed to do it for a friend. He was upset for Chihiro, one of the very few friends he had in Konaha since he moved there. He considered her like family and he failed her. His scream was heard through the hallway as it traveled down and past Chihiro. After a moment he stood up weakly and went over to Fi, gently picking her up and moved her to her bed, his breath hitching almost in a rhythmic pattern as he neared the bed. He gently placed her in the bed. She looked so peaceful. His face show little emotion besides guilt. He placed her legs under the covers and gently crossed her arms. Carefully he brought the covers up to her face. He took in as much detail as possible before placing the covers over her. and turning towards the door. As he went to leave something caught his eye on the table that Fi had sat next to. He gazed at it before moving closer to see it. It was a small red box with gold wrapping around it for décor. Next to it a small envelope which read "Hiro-onee san. It wasn't sealed. Gin looked back at the doorway before looking back at the envelope and opened it. Dear Hiro-Onee, I heard you were coming to visit us so I decided to get you something special since I haven't seen you in awhile. It's a necklace with a picture inside of one of the days during the summer when we were younger. You remember right. I was scared to swimming because I thought I would drown, but you said that you wouldn't let me. I had so much fun with you that day. We should go swimming sometime this summer. Love, Fi He looked at the box before picking it up and opening it. Inside contained a necklace that was enscribed with "Sisters Forever". Soberness remained on his face as he closed the box, put the letter back inside the envelope and placing both in his bag and moving to the doorway, picking up his mask, blade and headset. He placed the bomb next to the table where Fi sat. It wasn't to far from where she laid. "I'm on my way." Was his only reply.	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. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 I may be a nice guy but I'll ruin your day in a heartbeat. Personnel files. Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance. 【Full Name】 Uji Hōdan Akimichi 【Alias】 Hōdan, Uji-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】 Explain. 【Ninja techniques】 Canon Jutsus. D-E rank techniques: * The basic jutsu 【Custom made techniques】 Jutsu name: Katon: Remain as we are Rank: B Range: 5 meter Description: Explain. Psych. report. Medical secrecy applies. 【Personality】【History】 >.< 【Family ties】 ??? 【Dreams and fears】 What?
7,705	204	496	1,966	2,617	Tsukiya Eguchi. “Wraiths! With me. ” In his small corner, where he sat at the bar counter lightly chugging back a mug of light alcohol, Tsukiya found himself staring irritably through the dense smoke in the room. The smoke that clogged his throat and choked him with wispy hands. One of the numerous things he had hated about Yopparai's tavern. If not for the hearty ale that filled the guts of his Wraiths, the womanly pleasures, and of course the cheerful crowd; he'd never step foot into the place. Besides the smoke that bothered his lungs and occasionally caused a cough or two, the tavern's floor was usually dirty with broken glass and dust. The mugs that the regular customers drunk out of was dirty, and the women … well they were less than desirable. With a light tap he placed his empty mug on the counter and held up declarative hand to stop the barkeep from pouring more. Unlike Yopparai, whose being seemed made completely of alcohol, he could not chug back mug after mug of burning drink and still function normally. It was out of his area of expertise. Though he did enjoy watching Yopparai's and his own Wraiths makefools of themselves. A young Wraith, who he believed to be sixteen, lept onto a rigidity table and sung a jaunty tone, all while a crowd of others clapped. Tsukiya turned around on his stool and stretched his arms along the edge of the bar, his back leaning on the wooden counter. He had begun to clap within the folds and veils of his furred cloak when Yopparai approached him. His words had not reminded him, only reinforced that Yopparai—the idiot that he was—could be responsible when the time came. Which, when asked, was one of his explanations for teaming with the man. Along with a few others. “Right.” Tsukiya stood up from the stool, almost rivaling Yopparai in height. He was but a head short of being his equal. “I was waiting for you to be ready. All that drinking and loud noise puts you in a good mood … usually. I didn't want to hear any whining from you once we were on the road. And he's no more of a cunt than you are. Be nicer to people, mothball,” suggested Tsukiya casually before shrugging passed the man, landing a friendly pat on his large shoulder as he did. As he moved forth, his cloak enclosed around his thin frame, the light of the tavern warming his pale features with a eerie, deadly countenance. He couldn't explain the gut instinct that a disaster was closing in on him. That danger was nearby … or approaching from behind. Couldn't shake it either. So it was only natural that he fell into a foul mood. Present Time With every word that left the white-haired man's mouth, Tsukiya found his shoulders jerking upward and hands cringing into claws. He thought if the man had drunk enough at the tavern that he'd be more sedated. Like a child who was allowed to bring toys with them on a trip. But that wasn't the case. Tsukiya paused in his graceful steps after the last “Are we there yet.” fell from Yopparai's mouth. Keeping his head straight and attempting to fix the twitching frown on his face, Tsukiya spoke. “If you were listening half a mile back, instead of throwing pebbles at wildlife, you'd know your answer. Now shut your damn mouth … for the love of Kaguya, pleassse, shut your mouth.” He sighed with the release of his pent up frustrations. Knowing Yopparai, his words had gone in one ear and out the other. So he hadn't exploded—when moments later—the tall pirate had lost his patience again. Tsukiya paused, feeling a thread of familiarity as he caught sight of a twelve foot tall boulder on the fringe of the path. The nearby rocks and trees surrounding it seemed unremarkable but the boulder's presence pulled him anyway. With a starting jog, he leaped onto the rock with easy and balanced himself onto it. Up high, the wind tossed his ashen hair; he refused to remove his arms from inside his cloak to rectify it. In his sights was the monumental castle, the waters surrounding it mirrored the sky above. He glanced around, his eyes fidgeting with apprehension. “Something's- The fuck.” he uttered, catching glimpse of a spark, then a spreading explosion rocking the castle. The boom shook the air before heating it and singeing his face suddenly. J-Just what the fuck is going on? His jaw tensed and his fist clenched. Just the thought of losing Cho, a wealthy informant with resources that dwarfed most, enraged him to the point of acting recklessly. “Yopparai,” he muttered, anger lining his words; the flames roaring and reaching the sky in front of him. “We have a problem.”	“Don't mind the Green eye, But mind me kicking your ass.” The Bio sheet and stuff Personnel files. Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance. 【Full Name】 Takeshi R. (Ruzuzaki) Hanami 【Alias】 Mr. Loner, The Hidden leaf on his head 【Age】 20 【Sex】 Male 【Sexuality】 Straight 【Birthplace】 Konohagakure 【Bloodline】 Ruzuzaki Bloodline (Stemming back from the Nero Ruzuzaki (Haruna and J8 will know about it)) 【Rank】 Chūnin Psych. report. According to mission and his teachers De-briefing, Takeshi seem to handle killing like any other ninja, though in recent mission he has been seen to be more 'Animalistic' his is captures of assassination of missing ninjas. With that being said he seem to have develop a split personality when faced with difficult situations where 'he' himself cannot do and therefore let 'his other self' come out and do the mission. This is evident has his right eye becomes fully green and a feral grin is on his face. He is perfectly normal is ally territory and doesn't display any hostile behaviour he raises concern about when he snaps during a mission and goes AWOL. His as yet to be seen, Safety measures have been taken and have been notified with other ninja of the Hidden leaf village. 【Personality】 Takeshi doesn't show his feelings that often. Most people know him as a quiet, hard worker. According to sources around the village, only a few people have ever heard him talk. He is naturally caring and often worries about the well-being of his teammates, especially for those around him that know him. Somehow, despite the fact that he is mostly mute, most people understand what he is thinking and can even hold a conversation with him, especially his parents, who seems to understand Takeshi perfectly. Takeshi has a tendency to seduce himself around large crowds, therefore it spends most of his time in quiet areas or at his apartment. His aura become more potent when he becomes bored or nothing interests him. With that being said He is not without his own little quirks for example: Happy= A small smile will appear Annoyed= Covers his head with his hoodie and grunt occasionally Lying= his eyes tend to dark towards the sky. Flustered= Stumbles on his word frequently Angry/Pissed= His green eye flashes dangerously Though he is a 'lone wolf' he is willing to team up with others. 【History】 T.B.A 【The Ruzuzaki】 tba Nero Ruzuzaki Status: Unknown Age: Unknown (Last recorded: 14) Rank: Unknown (Last recorded: Tokubetsu Jōnin) Family: Ruzuzaki and Hanami 【Dreams and fears】 This main goal is to Show that "Hard work and Busting your ass can achieve great results" as a Memoir of Might guy and Rock Lee. This dream is to Join the Anbu Root and truly work from the shadows. His main fear....is Cats, Eggplants and.....Small figured girls. Yeah........ Combat reports. Takeshi is a strong individual, having been trained in combat time and time again with no one to help him, just getting up and trying again and developing new ways of fighting. Wielding his Balisong Knives, he is able to easily take down entire squads of foot Ninjas by himself. Being the wielder of an Fire nature, Takeshi is able to manipulate fire in the form of the various blade forms from his Knives, Black Steel, which also can absorbs the opponent's Chakra to replenish his own. By utilizing an ability called "Drain", He is able to use this abilty to greatly enhance his physical abilities and strengthens his fighting style, although it wears down him down greatly during its duration. 【Fighting style】 In short he is a Close to Mid range fighter. Takeshi's fighting style revolves around inflicting as much pain on his enemy as possible before finally killing them. His style is far more barbaric and cruel, relying more on his (Ninja wire connected) butterfly knives, and knives within the heels of his boots. He is also adept in the use of his Hand and Knives for more direct attacks. 【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】 Bloodline limit name: Green Light zone (To be activated later on in the story) Description: Zone is a term referring to a Ninja's state when they reach their maximum potential. It is a superlative of regular concentration and focus. The conditions to enter this state vary from each person: For Takeshi: iT the feeling of losing and being backed into a Corner. However: It is rare that he enters this state of mind, because he is not aware of it...'his other self is'. Strengths: In this state, 'Takeshi' has improved in: Speed and Agility Reflexes and Jumping power is Greatly increased Reaction time is Increased. His Charka becomes more Potent as well. Weaknesses: Despite his once coming out of G.L.Z, Takeshi is greatly weakened to the point where he cannot move his body, his mind goes under mental shock as his trying to process what happened leaving him vulnerable for long periods of time. Another way of beating him is to Match him and eventually overcome his zone, forcing him out and draining him of all strength. 【Ninja techniques】 A rank techniques:Katon: Gouka Hataka no Jutsu (Fire Release: Hellfire Clap) A jutsu of catastrophic might, it draws upon the unwieldiness that is flame. Calling forth chakra from their deepest reserves, the user will perform the trademark techniques that signal the beginning of a Katon. Yet rather than ending in the Tora seal, as most would, it instead ends in the Ram seal as the user’s hands clap together loudly. At that moment a wave of destructive fire flies forth around the user, engulfing all around them. Spread about in a circle, this technique also has the nasty side-effect of searing through anything it comes into contact with. If in its path lay a boulder it would be hewn in two, for example. Defensive jutsu are defeated by this technique as well, for its intensity is beyond measure. Note: The diameter of this wave is 15 meters. Defensive jutsu of this stage or any below are instantly nullified by this technique, though the attack itself does not carry through the defense and to the opponent. It only serves to break it in this case, and no more B rank techniques: Katon Hidora no Jutsu (Fire Release: Hydra Technique) A variant of the Katon Ryuuka no jutsu, this one has the same function, only tripled. Instead of one stream of fire that advances towards the opponent, the user is capable of exhaling three at the same time, although all still vary from each other at only a slight degree (meaning that they can only be used against enemies that stand close to each other and not at different directions). The 3 streams look like 3 snakes, and that's where the jutsu got its name C rank techniques:Katon Ryuuka no Jutsu (Fire Release: Dragon Fire Technique) A jutsu that sends a stream of fire towards the opponent, originating from the users mouth. In some cases it has been seen to take on the form of a dragon. Capable of being used like a flamethrower, prolonged exposure has been known to transform boulders and cliff side’s into molten piles of magma. Note: Chuunin for three post's, and Jounin for five. As mentioned before, strength of the flame and prolonged exposure can prove devastating. D-E rank techniques: Katon: Hi Shinten no Jutsu (Fire Release: Flame Spread Technique) This jutsu allows the user to extend the flame from their hand to any weapon or item they may be holding. This creates a surrounding layer of flame around the object, but the object is unharmed. This can only extend to a length of 3 feet maximum, or the length of a medium sized sword. 【Weaponry, tools and objects.】 Weapon, tool or object name: Balisongs Knives Black Steel Weapon, tool or object type: Close combat to Mid range combat weapon knife Description: This is the acclaimed weapon that Nero Ruzuzaki wield before is it marked with a strange marking and it look like it about to break any second, despite this it is still sturdy and (Dare i say) Unbreakable. it is able to channel chakara and it attached to a Long ninja wire so it is able to retract back to it's owner. Being Flexible, it is able to hide it;s blade between the handles. Rumour are that When Takeshi enters the zone, the blade glows green..... (Will update when it is necessary.) Detailed new Character approaches! The Gypsy “Gypsy ‘motherfucking’ Danger, at your service! Momoi's theme: Paralyzed Character appearance description here Personnel files. Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance. 【Full Name】 Momoi (Hiromoto) Yasei 【Alias】 Gypsy Danger, Onee-sama, Alcohol Queen. Queen of Arcades 【Age】 17 【Sex】 female 【Sexuality】 Bi-sexual 【Birthplace】 Yugakure (Parents born and raised), Konohagakure (Birthplace). 【Bloodline】 none 【Rank】 Chūnin Psych. report. Medical secrecy applies. 【Personality】 She is the spitting personality of the 5th hokage, Tsunade Senju, but when she says spitting image: she means the alcoholic, gambling side of Tsunade. Momoi also has some similar to that of Tsunade's traits that can be described as, "vulgar". She doesn't seem to mind farting, scratching her butt, burping, and telling dirty jokes in public. Outside of these habits, she is quite composed and serious, She has also an eccentric viewpoint on life, especially on religion, thinking that Christianity is a "rebellious" religion and etc. However when it comes to food, Momoi completely turns into a monster, her eyes glow and she falls into a simplistic manner of speech. She tend to net anyone who is younger than here and calling them ‘her cute little brother/sister' and forces them to call her “Onee-sama” by any means necessary 【History】 Momoi doesn’t have complicated history, she was born and raised in the village in the hidden leaves. Loved by her family and friends. She decided to start on her shinobi career. Legend goes that she was to be the next Itachi Uchiha judging by her marks and combat prowess, but that was all turned to dust when the teachers caught her drinking whisky in the girls bathroom during her last year of academy, how she got the drinks? That was kept under wraps, the reputation of the hidden leaf would be at stake if information got out. But still she passed. And slowly but surely rose to the ranks of Chūnin due to her extensive knowledge of Taijutsu and her trademarked ‘Tits-of-steel’ Jutsus, though she still has trouble performing it. Momoi has not failed a mission since she joined the ranks. Her Dream is still a mystery to her. She is undecided on what she wants to do after retirement, though it is a long way before she retires. She currently lives in the CBD area of the hidden Leaf, a present from her parents before they moved back to Yugakure. A large apartment. Though she is constantly on mission that we hardly has time to relax in her own room. 【Dreams and fears】 Her dream is to surpass every Clan with their own special KG, and to prove that her own made Raienton is the best out there. Her fears: Old people Shrivelled up things. Paper work Tofu Killer hangovers That Chick that is actually a Dude Her likes: Booze Food Bass playing Zoning out on her headphones Embarrassing the fuck out of others. Combat reports. Gathered from evaluation reports after missions. 【Fighting style】 Despite her powerful Jutsus, most of Momoi's attacks involve her own physical strength. She is strong enough to defeat others with her strength, she only has higher than anyone else in Purgatory Battalion. This physical power is combined with her unique fighting style, which focuses on follow-ups, agility, and brutality. Momoi is so vicious that she aims many of her strikes at an enemy's face or neck. Momoi focuses on rushing at an enemy at close range and then thrashing them to submission. Yet despite her fast strikes, Momoi's running speed isn't as superhuman, but she is damn well fast. bloodline limit】 Bloodline limit name: Steel Release Description:The Steel Release (鋼遁 Kōton) is an Advanced Chakra Natures that involves bending the users chakra into a physical shape around their body to enhance their own characteristics. 【Ninja techniques】 A rank techniques: Katon: Gōka Messhitsu B rank techniques: Katon: Gōryūka no Jutsu C rank techniques: Katon: Hōsenka no Jutsu D-E rank techniques: Katon: Hibashiri 【Ninja techniques: Earth Release】 B rank techniques: Doton: Dosekiryū C rank techniques: Doton: Dochū Senkō D-E rank techniques: Doton: Shinjū Zanshu no Jutsu 【Ninja techniques: Steel Release】 A rank techniques: Steel Release: Impervious Armour 【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】 Bloodline limit name: Steel Release Steel Release The Steel Release (鋼遁 Kōton) is an Advanced Chakra Natures that involves bending the users chakra into a physical shape around their body to enhance their own characteristics. There is also another form of Steel Release which Momoi uses, where when using the Steel Release: Molecular Recomposition technique, she can manipulate pre-existing metal with iron as one of the components and use the metal in a variety of ways. Momoi studied at the of 10 on the concept on how to use Steel Release, since (To her knowledge) It was a very underused KT. She was able to use a small portion of it abilities when she was 13 and when she became 17: She became well known for it and Gain the name (More like named herself) ‘Tits-of-steel’, despite not having large enough breast. The most common form of the Steel Release was the ability to coat one's self in a somewhat malleable shell of metal that could be applied as an almost impenetrable armour or forged into weapons for various kinds of purposes. While being a impressive Defence, it is without say that Steel release is about to provide a wide range of offensive capabilities when in combat. For Momoi Yasei: she is able to melt Pre-existing Metal and change it to any shape via melting to a point where it become liquid. This is called Steel Release: Molecular Recomposition, Using this method, Momoi can increase the size of their weapons with increasing their mass, creating heavy objects with miniscule size, or even making metals liquid or even gas without temperature changing. The user can also draw in metallic objects from a distance. In General, Momoi Steel release is able to: 1. Increase or Generate steel. 2. Shape, compress, liquefy and/or otherwise manipulate all steel via contact. 3. Efficacy Manipulation including speed, density, hardness and/or sharpness. 4. Polish steel. 5. Repair steel objects. 6. Ferro kinetic constructs using steel: walls and armour. 7. Metal Attacks using steel. 8. Metal Detection steel only. 9. Move/lift steel at nearly any speed whether in/on surface, air or water. 10. Matter Surfing by riding steel object (This one is a Stretch) However with Perks and benefits, also comes with the Weaknesses. 1. Limited to manipulating only from already existing sources, she can create steel on herself. 2. Distance and the amount of matter depends of the strength and skill of Momoi strength and stamina. 3. Iron is affected by everything that normal steel would be. (Although Momoi is perfectly able to use their power to return the metal in its original shape and/or controlling it even under these forces) (But she will be able to do that after the second timeskip) 4. Melt under extreme heat (Fire Release or Lava Release). 5. Turn brittle and shatter under extreme cold via Ice Release. 6. Can be rusted by Water Release. 7. Extremely vulnerable to Lightning Release. However Momoi is able to sponge a bit of Electric, but not all of it. 【Custom made techniques】 Jutsu name: Steel Release: Molecular Recomposition Rank: C Range: All-purpose Description: After forming the needed hand signs, Momoi can manipulate various metallic molecules in a metallic substance or structure in order to change its shape, mass, or density by channelling chakra into the molecules. This Jutsu is the Parental Jutsu for one stated below. Jutsu name: Steel Release: Iron Fist Technique Rank: B Range: Close Combat Description: After forming the needed hand signals, the user can draw in iron from any source and have it wrap around the user's arm or leg to create a metallic glove. This glove is nearly weightless due to the chakra within the metal. The fist can increase the damage from blows many times and it is a useful defense when dealing with bladed weapons. Its only apparent weakness is that Fire Release techniques heat up the metal and can burn the user's extremity. Jutsu name: Steel Release: Rising Wall Barrier Rank: B Range: Close Combat Description: After forming the needed hand signals, the user forms a wall of metal in front of them and makes it erupt from the ground in the form of a large wall. Though the metal is mostly iron, chakra can be added to it to increase its strength and durability. The height and thickness of the metal wall depends on the user's chakra level. It can also liquidize and trap and opponent's striking limb. Jutsu name: Steel Release: Cage Technique Rank: C Range: Close Combat to Mid Combat Description: After forming the needed hand signals, the user creates an iron cage around an opponent. It uses the user's chakra to channel strength into it. The chakra fed into the structure of the cage slowly repairs any damage dealt to it, but it also causes significant drain on the user. Depending on the level of the user and the direction of the chakra flow, the cage can be broken out of with a powerful-enough strike towards a weak point. 【Weaponry, tools and objects.】 She carries the standard weapons a Shinobi uses and a Medical kit. “The Ruzuzaki aren't meant to be provoked, you'll do well to remember that,” The Bio sheet and stuff Personnel files. Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance. 【Full Name】 Takeshi R. (Ruzuzaki) Hanami 【Alias】 Basilisk 【Age】 20 Pre-time skip 35 End of Role play 【Sex】 Male 【Sexuality】 Straight 【Birthplace】 Konohagakure 【Bloodline】 Ruzuzaki Bloodline 【Rank】 Chūnin Retired Ninja or Missing Nin Psych. report. After Leaving the Hidden Leaf, Takeshi headed to the Crimson State Island per his friend's Request, Yang Xiao Long. Spending more than 15 years on the island. Takeshi broke himself mentally in order to rebuild himself once more. He is now a more calm Collective person. Speaking more formally and even more polite to other, he is not afraid to speak his mind or step in when things get heated. During mission or hunting trip Takeshi has displayed more than one way to take on an opponent: whether it be burte force of a more tactically. During the 15 years he has learned to control his emotions and even his split personality disorder. In the past he was all about killing, he is more merciful to those who deserve his mercy. He kills on slight beside that. Takeshi as gone under intense Mental training, as well as other rigorous training. 【Personality】 Takeshi Ruzuzaki is a very serious individual who is usually extremely focused on the task at hand and rarely shows any emotion beyond stoicism. His attitude can come off to others as prideful, stubborn, and even arrogant, occasionally getting him into issues with his comrades when he refuses to cooperate with them and tries to handle things on his own. His solitary goal is to eradicate those who attempt to create chaos wherever it hides and rarely compromises, warning his target to not take his mercy lightly when he spares them. Takeshi had once completely lost his temper when One of the student on the Island Mocked him and his friend in the village in front of him, so to say they they are 'whores of the world'. Having already witnessed his rage, the other avoid making fun of the hidden leaf. While Takeshi is generally cold toward others, he does have respect for The various clans in the hidden leaf, as well for Yang, Tsukiko, Momoi and surprisingly Yamato, although the young master behavior does frustrates him with his 'in your face' attitude, he is willing to tolerate him to some extent not unlike that of Sentou, mainly he still values their bitter Rivalry. He also show respect towards his previous Hokages as a fellow leaders of village. 【History】 His family history is quite the weird one. Despite being Ruzuzaki: a Small clan that toiled in the darkness to protect the light from evil. His Father was a member of the Religious Cult known as the Jashin, Takeashi as a young age has joined unwillingly but eventually gave in and became a full fledged member of the cult. Being a the youngest of 2, Takeshi was a happy child like any other child would be in his youth. He was robbed of that pure innocent as he witnessed the murder of betrayer of the clan, scarring him mentally. Being Scared he obeyed the leader and did what we was told, if he didn't his family would pay the price. Something Takeshi held dear to his heart. This continued until he was at the age of 11, even he wanted to start his shinobi career, finding the courage he went and asked his father if he could leave the cult to become a ninja. Apparently that was the wrong choice of word. Not only did his dad abuse him, word caught wind and flew to the cult. The higher up order his dad to kill his flesh his blood. The day he was confronted by his dad with a Kunai was the day he lose any respect and love for him. He was able to Incapacitate him and land him hospital, your failing the cult placed a curse on his dad and 1 week later, he died. It was all downhill from there. His mother blamed him for the lose of her beloved and left him and his sister. His dear sister that he loved left him in the forest to die, he made it back home and found that his sister stuff was gone, leaving him all alone. His personality had changed and became a loner that he was was all until the day he got stabbed in the heart. 【The Ruzuzaki】 tba Kuruko Ruzuzaki Father: Deceased Mari Ruzuzaki Mother: Alive Miki Ruzuzaki Older sister: Alive 【Dreams and fears】 This main goal is to Show that "Hard work and Busting your ass can achieve great results" as a Memoir of Might guy and Rock Lee. This dream is to become Hokage, if that fails, then to carry on the Ruzuzaki tradition and fend of the darkness that attacks the light. Combat reports. Takeshi is an extremely powerful individual with a myriad of significant abilities. Having apparently mastered the Power of the Ruzuzaki during his 15 year training, utilizing his Yang release: Susano'o which grants him Destructive fighting capabilities and stamina, and willpower so strong that he was able to resist the might of the Mangekyo Sharingan, Takeshi could very well be one of the most formidable Ninjas. By utilizing an ability called "Drain", He is able to use this ability to greatly enhance his physical abilities and strengthens his fighting style, although it wears down him down greatly during its duration. 【Fighting style】 In short he is a Close to Mid range fighter. Takeshi's fighting style revolves Attack second and memorizing his opponent's foot movements and patterns, Mostly is on defensive until he finds find a perfect opening, delivered brutal strikes and strikes with his Hand, feet and Sword. 【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】 Bloodline limit name: Senrigan (clairvoyance) Description: Although is it a Dojutsu: his eye can be learned by Anyone who has trained on the Island, unlike Sharingan or the Byakugan, The eye doesn't change at all. the only thing that changes in the color in your eye, it become more brighter than before. The Seringan has the ability to gain information about an object, person, location or physical event through means other than the known human senses. These Ability includes: Extrasensory Perception, Psychometry, Remote Viewing, Claircognizance, Clairaudience, and Clairsentience Strengths: Extrasensory Perception Psychometry Remote Viewing Claircognizance Clairaudience Clairsentience Weaknesses: Just like the other Ocular power, he can drain the user greatly. Bloodline limit name: Boil Release (沸遁, Futton) Description: Boil Release is a combined nature transformation kekkei genkai made up of techniques that mix fire and water-based chakra to create gaseous materials in different properties and usages. Takeshi uses boil Release by increasing the temperature of chakra to the "boiling point" (沸点, futten). In this version, steam is released, and can be either used as a form of propulsion, increasing the power and speed of a taijutsu technique, or can be spread instantly from their body to burn or melt their surroundings due its high temperature. 【Ninja techniques: Fire release】 B rank techniques: Katon: Gōka Mekkyaku C rank techniques: Katon: Ryūka no Jutsu D-E rank techniques: Katon: Ryūen Hōka no Jutsu 【Ninja techniques: Water Release】 B rank techniques: Suiton: Suigadan C rank techniques: Suiton: Mizurappa D-E rank techniques: Kirigakure no Jutsu 【Ninja techniques: Boil Release】 A rank techniques: Futton: Kairiki Musō 【Custom made techniques】 Jutsu name: Yang Release: Susano'o Rank: S-rank Range: All-purpose Description: After forming the needed hand signs, Takeshi’s Chakra turns black and started covering him in pure Chakra, just like Naruto and Toneri’s Chakra mode, Takeshi Susano’o Chakra mode is similar to that. Susano'o grants him Destructive fighting capabilities and stamina, and willpower so strong that he was able to resist the might of the Mangekyo Sharingan. Once it has bee release, Takeshi is greatly drained, but is still able to fight. 【Weaponry, tools and objects.】 Weapon, tool or object name: Balisongs Sword Black Steel Weapon, tool or object type: Close combat to Mid range combat weapon Broadsword Description: A Sword Covered in green and Black shadows, the same metal used in the knives is melt and created into the blade while the hilt is composed of other materials. It is chakra friendly and is incredibly dangerous to those around it. (Will update when it is necessary.) NPC just to be sure 【Full Name】 Miki R. Hanami 【Alias】 The Sister that is never home, 'Her', Miss Mysterious, T.S.T.N.S (The sister Takeshi never sees) 【Age】 29 【Role】 Takeshi older sister that has been traveling the world, she is a normal person who did not want to become a Ninja. 【Personality】 She is a kind person. While a calm person, she is more in tune with her emotions, becoming emotional fast and being a very expressive person in general. a very intelligent, observant person like Takeshi. Also hinted that she has crush on her younger brother but she doesn't appears it on other hand he just sees her as his older sister and sometimes asks her for advice While somewhat confrontational and harsh, she is actually a very sweet person who looks out for others, especially those she cares for and is extremely helpful and selfless. She is also very responsible, not liking it when others slack off and scolding those who she feels need to get their act together. 【Techniques and Tools】 Nothing. 【Others】 The older sister of Takeshi, he left the hidden leaf to go explore the world. Leaving her younger brother to grow up and become a Chunin. 【Full Name】 Yang Xiao Long 【Alias】 Ms. Baroness, Goldilocks, 'Your worst nightmare' 【Age】 20 【Role】 She is Takeshi's Ruzuzaki Master in Taijutsu, and a resident in his apartment after selling her to live in his. She plays the 'it's time to adapt and grow' role for Takeshi 【Personality】 A total tomboy that had mood swings that happen on a daily basis, she prefers to do fun thing and gets bored quickly. She tend to take care of others that she's close to and always seems to have a ulterior motive to her actions- every single time. When it comes to fighting she can become cocky thanks to a extensive experience in hand to hand combat, anything else she become totally clueless. But thanks to her taijutus: she is the 1st Baroness of the famous Purgatory Battalion. Being the 'weakest' out of the four that lie ahead of her. 【Techniques and Tools】 Gauntlets. 【Others】 She seem to have known Takeshi Hanami when they were young, but something had happened to cuased her to leave for some time before return back to the hidden leaf, seeing his new attitude, she decided to go with her own 'unqiue' greeting.: Living in her 'pupil' apartment, to which he doesn't know yet.
7,706	204	497	2,089	1,983	N.C.4 March of the Moving Dolls Echos of uncertainty and emotions ran amok in the transmitter worn by N.C.4. The robot could hear all they were doing, and didn't comprehend why it was such a difficult task for Gin to accomplish. Evidently, the chuunin was a let down, being unable to fulfill what he signed up for and now causing difficulties in the execution of the mission. As it seemed hopeless, N.C.4 was about to intervene when the sound of footsteps coupled with a rather solemn discourse caused it to freeze. For once in a very long time, it felt uncertainty of its own when hearing the voice of Chihiro through the headset, the details of the mission clearly indicated the ties she held with this family. It was enough that she served as bait for the operation, but now she was given a job she wasn't supposed to have. Junshiro could only put this on Gin's back, his incompetence causing collateral damage that could have easily been avoided. His sobs left no effects to N.C.4's conscience as it simply waited for them at this point. No patrol approached the area despite the fog, possibly due to the fact that most were outside, and the few remaining had no idea what was going on. Though eventually one would alert the others, hence the time limit imposed by the robot to hurry it up and avoid any unnecessary confrontations with hostiles. With that said, a stray maid was trying to guide herself through touch while calling out for anyone if they could hear her. N.C.4 could, but no one else was around. As she laid a foot on the room filled with bodies, a wire linked to both edge of the rooms tightened itself and would cause her to cleanly slice her throat as she walked into it without a chance of seeing it. "I recommend you hasten your retreat." It spoke through its headset, feeling rather preoccupied that they weren't being as efficient as desired, added to that Chihiro's obvious emotion distress at this point. Just as they seemed to reach the stairs, Chihiro almost mechanically dropped her bomb on a night table in the hallway, insuring a decent spread in explosive reach. The robot would barely be able to capture the sound of a charging man as a security official managed to tackle Chihiro down through the stairs as she remained catatonic after the events, a knife diving into her hip as they crashed down. The event was fast, but as the man stood in a frenzy of fear, he attempt to stab the princess to death despite not knowing who he tackled only to have is upper body cut up into three pieces, and then to twelve as they fell over to a new set of wires. The Hyuuga was drenched in blood, but it couldn't be helped considering her position. The robot quickly ran to her and picked her up in a fireman's carry. Its superior strength allowed it to perform this with ease without being slowed down. "Mister Gin. We're leaving through exit C. I detect reinforcements approaching the main entrance." It said as it started to speed walk through the correct corridor, as if it had memorized the entire layout of the building from just the plans. It used of course its thermal visor to detect such people and to coordinate itself through the area despite having the mist active. They would quickly reach the exit, Chihiro's wound already gaining enough size to have consequent blood loss. Luckily, they had planned to hunker down at a safe house nearby as things would cool down and searches would die out. When reaching the exit, the bot removed a small detonator from its pocket as the fresh, clear air enveloped its lungs. It was night, so detecting them wouldn't be as easy, especially with the mist distracting most inside. By then, it swiftly dash through a few neighboring houses, as a medium sized village was immediately linked to the massive castle. They had the cover, and now, all it had to do was to press the single button on the detonator. With one click, a bright flash occurred as the three spherical bombs exploded in sync, essentially engulfing the whole structure into flames. A few seconds later, it would have most of its foundation crumble down from all the damage it had taken at once. N.C.4 remained motionless for a few seconds to witness the success of the explosion. Afterward it dash through alleyways as most villagers awoke from the groundbreaking noise of the catastrophe they had caused. Gin was to follow N.C.4 to remain as inconspicuous as possible before they'd reach an old looking, rustic building with a strange key lock. N.C.4 had the corresponding key which it would use to unlock. Quickly, to closed the door behind the group, insuring no one followed them. It didn't waste time however as it laid Chihiro on the couch of the living room, immediately removing her clothes to inspect the wound. No vital spots were hit, but she was still bleeding out. Removing a few wires from its body, it made a few knots on the girl's flesh to limit the bleeding before a much thinner strand would protrude out of its index finger. "Hiro. I recommend biting on this. I will not lie. This will hurt." It passed her a wooden stick laying on a nearby table. They had no anesthetic and it had no time to go look for some. It jabbed the stitch into her flesh and muscle before commencing the operation. A strange aura emanated from the robot as it started to move its hand wielding the stitch in such a blindingly fast way that it almost seemed like magic. It was healing Chihiro rather quickly with what seemed to be advanced medical ninjutsu, but it seemed entirely focused in the job and energy consuming. Even a drop of sweat would drip out of the normally superhuman being. After about a minute, the sutures would almost entirely link the damaged flesh to insure maximum recovery. Nonetheless, the pain was there and it would feel like just coming out of an operation. "You will live. I must insist on you consuming an extra amount of food and liquids as you've lost a good amount of blood. The damage to your body isn't severe, however overexerting yourself will be painful and may break my sutures. It is best to stay put. Mister Gin shall tend to your needs in the meantime." It told Chihiro, more than likely in great pain, as it took off the clothes imposed by the Hyuuga which were all drenched in blood and went back to wearing its typical black attire. It felt more comfortable in it and would feel at ease when overwatching from a window if anything suspicious occurred outside of their base. As expected, search teams have already been scattered to either help possible survivors in the castle, or were looking for fugitives possibly linked. It was also anticipated that multiple perimeters were established give the influence Cho had. They weren't going to take this lightly.	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, 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. More to come later... 【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: 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 both 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. 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】 35 【Sex】 Male 【Sexuality】 Heterosexual 【Birthplace】 Amegakure 【Bloodline】 Choko, a name he's trying to redeem 【Rank】 Jonin Commander 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).
7,707	204	498	107	7,747	Rin Reikan, "Jagged Bust" , , "Wow, insane shit." Rin said, almost speechless about what Akio had just explained to them and took a minute or ten for herself. Of all that Akio had explained and said about her brother, Kokatsu Tendou. Yes, Rin was starting to remember now. That symbol and that last name of Tendou, Rin now remembered that it was Rex who told her once before back when she was young about some massacre that happened. Of course Rin, at the time, was way too young to even understand what that meant or anything of the sort. But obviously now it was suddenly important. Based on Akio's words, it actually might have a strong presence in their mission. "So, Aoi-sensei, did you know any of this?" Rin asked Aoi, "I mean, you two are dating and from what I understand, for the better part of the last two years, or so the village gossip says." Rin said, speaking of how everyone within the close-knit circle of the chunin class that included Aoi and Yamato and the like.	Tundra's Cul-De-Sac of Badassery “Laughter is the best medicine ever.” Jaakuna is one of those few guys out there that looks exactly how he acts and his age. He has the appearance of a sixteen year old boy and one that is rather hotheaded. His blonde hair flows past his shoulders, showing a shine within the light of the sun. With emerald green eyes, he often displays a physical attractiveness that most woman like. His height and weight are pretty ideal, as well, which are five-ten and one-hundred-and-fifty pounds respectively. His body is lean. His core is really powerful, but he surely doesn’t look it. Some have cited Jaakuna for being a guy who looked way too skinny for the amount of food that he eats. Normally, Jaakuna could be seen wearing his forehead protector as a belt, much like that of Rock Lee, as noted in the history books of Kohona. He also wears a few other belts that hang down on the side of his black-to-dark-gray pants. He wears olive-green boots that have a stark white set of laces. He has a red hooded jacket that is always unzipped so the world can see he body. He also wears white tape around his hands that go all the way up to his elbow. The reason is unknown, though. Jaakuna has always been one to show a love for tattoos and other expressive body art. This is evident in his many, many tattoos along his upper body. Most of his torso tats are of the tribal variety. These cover the majority of his upper-torso and back. Though they are of similar varieties, they are all of different shapes. Some are circles, some are vertical, some are diagnal, and some just don’t fall under any other size category. Even along his arms, Jaakuna has tribal-like tattoos, but these, unlike those on his chest and back, are not black. These are red and blue. They originate from his hands and flow up his arms like fire, stopping right at his elbow. He has these on both arms. Happy Jaakuna Gentleman Jaakuna Jaakuna with Nekoneko Personnel Files 【Full Name】 Jaakuna Sawada 【Alias】 Ute撃て(The Sundance Kid) The Lonely Star Kohona's Resident Nekophilliac(given to him by The Great Cat Sage) Jaakuna Matata(self-given) The Prankster of the Leaf 【Age】 18 【Gender】 Male 【Birthplace】 Kohona 【Bloodline】 Sawada Clan 【Rank】 Chunin 【Chakra Natures】 Fire(Affinity); Lightning Psyche Reports Medical secrecy applies. 【Personality】 On the surface, it will appear that Jaakuna is vulgar, mean, rude, angry, and just an all-around asshole. Yeah, while that is all true, there is a deeper side to this hot-head. He does put on this front just for the pure fact that is probably afraid of letting anyone in. Maybe there’s more to just that, but Jaakuna doesn’t like to talk about feelings. He will express his real feelings with a strong overtone of sarcasm and rudeness. That being said, when he is venerable, Jaak will definitely be a different person, but that’s most likely not going to happen unless he becomes friends with someone that he really trusts, which is really rare. Added to everything just said, Jaakuna enjoys poking fun at those who do something that will prompt it. He is a nice guy when he wants to be, but he just finds it a lot more fun to be a dick to a lot of people. He’s also quite the pervert as he will address stare at women with lewd thoughts and intentions. Some might even say that he’s addicted of sorts. He also is a bit of a disrespectful twat as he will address people as “dumbass” and “sweet cheeks”. The latter is more for women and the former is mainly how he addresses men. Of course, he will probably just give them nicknames based on his first impression of them. Yes, that’s not a very good thing to do, but again he’s a dick in every sense of the word. The fuse of his temper is very short. Just as short as his nice-streak is, Jaakuna will probably be calm for two seconds before he loses his shit. He definitely doesn’t give a fuck about the feelings of other people; especially those who were the ones to initiate his anger. So, look out and hope that you’re not one of those people. However, when you get to know him, you’ll find out that he is exactly the same. There’s a saying: “What you see is what you get!” Yeah, that’s Jaakuna, though when he does get to know you or vice-versa, you’ll see that he is really just a joker and loves to laugh. He believes that laughter is the best medicine to avoid tackling the elephant in the room. Or you know, whatever the fuck that saying is. To his family, Jaakuna is the same, but more restrained in his vulgarity. He loves his mother -- he would do anything for that woman. IF anyone were to fuck with her, he'd mess them up so bad. Yeah, Jaakuna is a momma's boy. He get's teased by his sister and brother about it, but it's all in fun and games, which Jaakuna is no stranger to. On the topic of his siblings, Jaakuna loves his little sister. He often gives her a hard time, but it's fair game since she's the one that does it first. They go back and forth when it with each other. About his brother, there is a hint of jealousy from JAakuna to Hideyoshi, but that's because the latter got promoted to Jounin while Jaakuna is barely getting to Chunin rank. That's a large part of their rivalry that they have going on, but underneath all of that, they love each other. JAakuna thinks of Hideyoshi as his best friend and it's definitely mutual. After the death of Hideyoshi, Jaakuna changed. He disconnected himself from his family and entered a state of constant denial. For the better part of the last two years, he surrounded himself in missions, asking the Hokage for any available ones. Be it Silly D-rank missions, Jaakuna took any that he could, wanting to not think about Hideyoshi's death. Jaakuna entered a near-emotionless state-of-mind in which he didn't take care of himself or those around him. Sure his missions succeeded, but Jaakuna's inner-turmoils grew and grew as the days went by. To add to that, he moved into Hideyoshi's old apartment and further secluded himself from his family. 【History】 Written in the history books as one of Kohona’s greatest clans, Jaakuna’s name sake, the Clan of Sawada, is one of prominence. The Sawada Clan helped with the construction of Kohona, mainly how they established themselves as one of the top Clans of Kohona. They also invested in the fighting styles of Kohona, which explained why from an early age, both Jaakuna and his brother, Hideyoshi, were exploited to rigorous, physical training. It might be why that they both excel at Taijutsu. Though, it has been noted that Hideyoshi does so more than Jaakuna, but that’s to be expected since Yoshi has been promoted to the rank of Jounin. Jaakuna’s father was one Yoshinero Sawada, his mother, Chrome Sawada, big brother, Hideyoshi Sawada, and younger sister Aisha Sawada. Growing up, Jaakuna always felt that his achievements, no matter how huge, would always be overshadowed by father’s first and his favorite. Jaakuna never blamed Hideyoshi for this. He couldn’t. He loved his big brother, but that wasn’t the same for father. On some levels, Jaakuna probably hated the man. Or maybe he was just mad that father chose Hideyoshi to be the center of his affection and devotion and not Jaakuna himself. Maybe that’s why, during his pre-teen years, Jaakuna developed a rebellious streak. Maybe that’s why he became the way he is just because of how his father was. And maybe that’s why it hurt when he found out about Yoshinero Sawada -- the real Yoshinero Sawada. It was when Jaakuna had turned sixteen, maybe a little before. Yoshinero was murdered, found out about his secrets, about how sold Kohona secrets to the enemies of the leaf, and that Hideyoshi was the one that did it. At the time, Jaakuna didn’t know what shocked him more. His father was a traitor to the clan, and to the entire village or that Yoshi was the one that killed him. It didn’t make a lot of sense to Jaakuna at the time and perhaps why he was even a little distraught. Like for god’s sake, his brother killed his father. That’s simply not something that Jaakuna has ever gotten over, even on the eve of him becoming a Chunin. 【Family ties】 Jaakuna's clan, the clan of Sawada, has been one of the biggest finacial backers of Kohona due to finding wealth in the construction of Kohona. They also invested in the training styles of Kohona. Before his death, YOshinero employed a rather strict rule of the clan, wanting to ensure its succession. Granted that Hideyoshi was at the forefront of that, but Jaakuna also felt some of that attention as well. Yoshitsune Sawada\| Great Grandfather \| 97, Kohonagakure, deceased. Former 8th Hokage. Honorable man that sacrificed his life to bring peace to everyone in the village. Yoshinero Sawada \| Father \| 47, Konohagakure, deceased. Former head of Sawada Clan. Was killed by Hideyoshi after discovered selling Konoha secrets. Chrome Sawada \| Mother \| 48, Konohagakure, Head Nurse/Retired. She works tirelessly as a nurse and quit shinobi life due to her health. Jaakuna loves her with all of his heart and will die for her. Aisha Sawada \| Sister \| 8, Konohagakure, Academy Student. Jaakuna and her often tease each other. He sees her as his greatest love, aside his mother of course. He will die for either of them. Hideyoshi Sawada \| Brother \| 17, Konohagakure, Jounin, deceased. Greatest friend, rival, and all around pest. Hideyoshi watches over Jaakuna constantly. 【Dreams and fears】 Jaakuna of the CLan Sawada, often called The Sundance Kid, Kohona's Resident Nekophilliac and The Prankster of the Leaf. He is all about fun. He enjoys pranking people, much like the great Naruto back in the age of the Seventh. Yes, Jaakuna exhibits many of those qualities. For the most part, he does not mind it. People have grown to adore him for it. He's definitely the life of the party. But that's not all that Jaakuna wants to be remembered for. Being adored and the life of the party is one thing, but Jaakuna secretly wishes to be respected. Even more so, he wishes one day to lead his clan. It might sound corny or even too familiar to a certain someone who lost their clan, but Jaakuna wishes to make them proud of him. He does have a fear that if he continues to be a prankster, Jaakuna will not have the respect that he oh so desires for. Combat Reports Gathered from evaluation reports after missions. 【Fighting style】 Jaakuna is a very up-in-your face fighter. This is due to his combination of Kenjutsu and Nintaijutsu, though the former is less than the latter. His unique Cloak Techniques allow him to battle at close-quarters. Be it he uses his twin swords or his arms & feet, Jaakuna does so with such effiency that it truly makes those who doubt him see why he was able to make Chuunin rank at the age of fifteen. But Jaakuna’s close-quartered approach is not without it’s drawback. Due to the high risk approach, Jaakuna, at times, does not calculate what his opponent’s do. There’s also the fact that he’s prone to fall into traps. Now, this isn’t usually a bad thing as Jaakuna would just increase his chakra usage, but it still factors into what he’s venerable to. Capoeira has a variety of different techniques that make use of the hands, feet, legs, arms, and head. Both kicks, punches and take downs are among the offensive movements, but the emphasis is normally on kicking. Because of the appearance of many techniques, they are often mistaken for dancing or acrobatic maneuvers. However, while Capoeira has some quite impressive, acrobatic signature moves, most of the basic techniques are similar to those found in other martial arts. It’s a fast and versatile martial art which is historically focused on fighting outnumbered or in technological disadvantages. The Stance of Capoeira is heavily focused in a constant motion rather than an actual position. The iconic motion is known as the ginga, the constant movement from one foot to another. The ginga keeps the artist center of gravity from remaining in one place, allowing for an attack from any spot, and making critical strikes increasingly difficult, forcing them to rely on glancing blows where their power is cut in half not nearly as effecting for fear of a swift counter if they miscalculate. The movement also allows the artist to force their opponent to remain vigilant and not get comfortable. The constant motion, feints, bobbing, and weaving prohibits and discourages attacks and strikes of considerable power. It also does a fantastic job of hiding where a possible attack could originate from. The brunt of offensive Capoeira attacks are completely centered around swinging ticks and rasterias(sweeping kicks). These kicks are significantly different than most modern martial arts styles. Capoeira kicks allow the user to attack from multiple different angles and can be managed while doing handstands and other various forms such as jumping, swinging, and ripping. What makes capoeira especially tricky is the user’s ability to hide attacks of capoeira within the actual dance, giving false reads of what is an attack and what is not. Capoeira relies on feints, misdirection and impatience of its enemies to coerce one into attack too soon or too late, or make them hesitate their attacks and leave themselves open. Capoeira’s fluid and dancing style movements and unpredictability make for a dangerous style against more convential fighters. To those that never have witnessed the style often remark it as Break Dancing Style, remarking it is much like break dancing during a fight. Capoeira artists have been known to use their elbows, head and fist, but this is not a primary offensive attack within the offense. The Defense is based on the principle of non-resistance, meaning avoiding an attack using agile evasive moves instead of blocking it. Avoids are called esquivas, these avoids can be formed in ducking, cartwheels, handstands and flips. Relying mostly constant motion of the ginga to allow the artist to avoid blows rather than block. Capoeira artist are taught the importance of using esquivas for defense. Stating it gives the artist an advantage because they don't have to waste time trying to recover from the block, they can easily jump back into the fight with a counter of their own and attacks from a varying angle. 【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】 Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit Seiton/Star Release/Heaven Style Description: Star Release (星遁, Seiton; Viz "Heaven Style") is a Kekkai Genkai which is created by combining the fire, lightning, and yin natures. Due to the fact that the three natures used in its formation have no definitive shape or form, the energy that is created through the process of mixing them is completely unstable. While unstable the energy is mostly akin to manipulating charged particles which allows the user to form; light, heat, electrons, and plasma. The energy can also be stabilized through the use of Shape Manipulation this allows the user to enhance their physical capabilities by wrapping the energy around themselves, to create solid constructs for varying uses, allows them to create a field of energy, and even a shield. Since they are still unstable by a bit, wind and water can still weaken and fully destabilize seiton. Especially depending on the jutsu. 【Ninja techniques】 Chakra Flow(Katon only) A rank techniques: Name of Technique; Katon Kage Bushin no Jutsu(Fire Release Shadow Clone Jutsu) Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu; Bushinjutsu Class: Offensive; Supplementary Rank: A Chakra Nature: Katon Description: This technique allows the user to make a shadow clone out of fire. Because it is a shadow clone, it is able to perform jutsu and interact with the environment due to it having a physical substance. If the clone is injured, it will revert to its natural fire state, burning what it is touching. The clone is only able to use fire release and will dissipate if it is hit by water. Weakness: Chakra cost is high and Jaakuna can only create a maximum of three clones. The allotted time that each clone can stay, if not hit within that allotted time, is two minutes. B rank techniques: Name of Technique: Ryusei 星遁: 流星 (Meteor) Type of Jutsu: Kekkei Tota; Nintaijutsu; Chakra Flow Class: Defensive; Supplementary Chakra Nature: Seiton Rank: B Range: Short Hand Signs: TigeràDragonàDog Description: Jaakuna wraps his body in a layer of stabilized energy, allowing him to move through the air at incredible speeds. Even if someone could detect his trajectory, it’s hard to catch him. The technique speeds up neural synapses to react faster to danger and to push physical prowess 25% more than normal, which is more than one would expect. His strength, while not as strong as Chakra Enhanced Strength would give him, it’s definitely close. Unlike the Lightning Release Armor, Jaakuna is able to maneuver and remain suspended whilst in mid-air. Weakness: Jaakuna definitely feels the pressure on his body after using this technique. He can only maintain it for one minute(2 and half posts) due to the fact that it’s so demanding of his physical body as well as his Chakra reserves. There's also the fact that each second that he keeps up Ryusei puts extra strain on his body. Name of Technique; Hono no Odori(炎の踊り Dance of the Flames) Type of Jutsu: Nintaijutsu Class: Offensive Rank: B Chakra Nature: Katon Hand Signs: Tiger Description: In combination with his Capoeira fighting style, The dance-like movements that Jaakuna makes with his body expels fire chakra almost instantly. Each arm thrust, a stream of fire follows, each lick, a sicle of flame chakra is released. Any movement he does be it a flip or whatever, his entire body becomes the conduit in which his fire chakra flows through and becomes a force to be reckoned with to anybody in close-ranged combat with Jaakuna Weakness: As to be expected, there are a few side-backs to this technique. One of the main ones is obviously the chakra cost. Despite him having control over his body when using the Capoeira style, Jaakuna cannot control the flames themselves, which could very well pose serious harm to his person. Another is that he may not be able to precisely land direct hits. In a resulted outcome of that, the accuracy and hit rate are below sixty percent. While that is still a good rate of hit succession, it still poses some worries for Jaakuna. C rank techniques: Fire Release: Phoenix Sage Fire TEchnique Name of Technique: Katon: Gokakyu no Jutsu (火遁・豪火球の術 Fire Release: Great Fireball Jutsu) Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu Class: Offensive Chakra Nature: Katon Rank: C Hand Signs: Tiger(weakened version); Snake → Ram → Monkey → Boar → Horse → Tiger(full-powered version) Description: A jutsu where chakra kneaded inside the body is converted into fire and expelled from the mouth either as a massive orb of roaring flame or as a continuous flamethrower. The scope of the attack is altered by the volume of chakra that is mustered. The released flames will engulf their target and leave a crater on the ground’s surface. Weakness: This technique apparently requires more than average chakra reserves and most genin shold not be able to use this tech. Furthermore, due to it’s linear scope, it is easily dodgable. Name of Technique: Higaitou no Jutsu (火遁・火外套 FLame Cloak Technique) Type of Jutsu: Nintaijutsu; Class: Supplementary Chakra Nature: Katon Rank: C Range: Short Range Hand Signs: Tiger Description: A technique that, while it appears to be in a similar way that of Lightning Release Armor, it is not the case. For one, it only surrounds Jaakuna in a thin layer of fire chakra. It's form similar to an outward aura. It enhances the usage of Katon jutsu by ten percent and enhances his strength and endurance by eight percent. It has a burning touch aspect, but that's on a minimal scale. Weakness: This technique has a two minute(2-3 posts) maximum usage time. Any more after that and the effects start to fade down. Each minute, two percent is removed from maximum potency. In a span of four minutes(roughly 4 posts), the jutsu will no longer be active and there is a one post cool down period before Jaakuna could use it again. Of course, there is no guarentee that Jaakuna would even want to, so that should also be taken into account. Name of Technique: Kuchiyose no Jutsu(????? Summoning Technique) Type of Jutsu: Offensive; Defensive; Supplementary Class: Ninjutsu; Space-Time Ninjutsu Chakra Nature: None Rank: C Range: All Ranges Hand Signs: Boar->Dog->Bird->Monkey->Ramx2 Description: The Summoning Technique is a space-time ninjutsu that allows the summoner to transport animals or people across long distances instantly via blood. Before an animal summoning can be performed, a prospective summoner must first sign a contract with a given species. The contract comes in the form of a scroll, on which the contractor uses their own blood to sign their name and place their fingerprints. Once signed, it is valid even after the contractors death as long as the contract itself remains in tact. After this, they need only offer an additional donation of blood on the hand they signed the contract with, mold their chakra with hand seals, and then plant the hand they signed the contract with on the location they wish to summon the creature. Weakness: The amount of chakra used determines how powerful a summon could be. High chakra cost means a colossal-sized summon. Low chakra costs mean a pet-sized summon. D-E rank techniques: All basic techniques 【Summon(s)】 Name of Summon: Flarea, The Flame Cat Description: Being a cat of medium size, Flarea appears to be the size of a full-grown lynx with him having similar traits as that breed of cats. Though he is only of fifteen years of age, ironically as old as Jaakuna is, he does not lack the strength or cunning of most cats because, the age of fifteen for summons is not that old. Most cat summons, on average, live to be eighty years old. His entire body is composed of an ever-flowing flame that, to those that he finds a threat, will burn to the touch. However, due to the fact that he sees Jaakuna as his rightful master, the aspect of burning does not apply to him. His height is about at Jaakuna’s waist and weight is somewhere in the two hundred pounds area. Personality: Flarea is hot-headed, much like his master. The way he acts sometimes is almost in a rude manner, but there’s also a softer side to him. It’s mainly deeply rooted in his loyalty to not only Jaakuna, but the Sawada Clan as a whole. Anybody who bears the Sawada name is automatically given not only Flarea’s respect, but his undying loyalty. It’s probably because the oldest Cat from the Cat Kingdom was once the personal summon of the founder of the Sawada Clan. The will of fire also flows within Flarea. Jaakuna has often joked that maybe that’s why he has a fiery form. Whichever the case, those same ideals that the Third Hokage instilled within each shinobi of that generation also flows within Flarea. When battle comes, Flarea is focused. He never let’s anything distract him. He also shares Jaakuna’s method of fighting of the high risk. It usually pays off for them. When it does, it’s in a big way. When it doesn’t, it affects them in a big way. Flarea isn’t really that bright when it comes to fighting. He usually goes on impulse alone. That is probably why he and Jaakuna make such a great fit. It’s cause of their likeness in personality and the way they fight that makes them so compatible in every way. Skills: Average Chakra reserves Nintaijutsu specialist Chakra Nature(s): Katon Known Jutsu: Name of Technique: Flame Charge Type of Jutsu: Nintaijutsu Class: Offensive Rank: B Range: Short Chakra Nature: Katon Description: A good amount of Flarea’s chakra flows outward, mixing with his already fiery form. After a few seconds pass, the flames of his body flow outward, burn hotter. Flarea then takes charge as he leaps into the air, tackling whoever he wants to harm. The overload of fire will severely burn whoever it struck by his overheated body. Weakness: Due to the overload of fire, a Suiton technique of equal or more strength can easily negate this jutsu. Weapons: Standard Shinobi Tools: Exploding Tags: In stock Kunai Knives: In Stock Shuraken: In Stock Additional Info/Databook Entries JAakuna has a cat named Nekoneko(see appearance picture for cat) REst to be filled out later. "Everybody just chill." wip Personnel files. 【Full Name】 Rin Reikan 【Alias】 Cold Bust The Ice Minx 【Age】 15 【Gender】 She's a wee lass. 【Sexuality】 Bisexual 【Birthplace】 Kohonagakure, but her entire clan has deep connections within the Kirigakure hierarchy. 【Bloodline】 Reikan Clan The Reikan clan is plagued with past that is dark and full of terrors. It dates back at least two-hundred and twenty years ago when the Land of Water was torn apart by civil wars. The members of the Reikan then migrated to the Land of Fire in hopes of carrying on and they did. But the history of their past still haunts even the current leader of the Reikan Clan. 【Rank】 Genin 【Chakra NAtures】 Water(affinity) Wind(secondary) Ice(Kekkei Genkai) Psych. report. 【Personality】 Rin dresses exactly how she acts: slightly promiscuous with a bit of an edge. She doesn’t like how her father prefers her older siblings over her, so she decided to take it upon herself to rebel against him. This angers him of course, but not like there is really anything he could do about that. She gained herself a reputation as being the class slut. Either it was the way she dressed or the way that she would come onto practically anyone within the genin class. She even hit on some teachers, to no avail, of course. There was even some rumors that she had been sleeping with some of the recently-promoted chunin, but that’s all hogwash. Being the way she is, Rin likes to party it up. She’ll take any chance she can get to catch the next big concert by either some big-name band or an indie act. She loves to live for the moment, even if it results in her getting into trouble every now and then, either by her father and mother(more the latter than the former) and the Leaf Village Police Department. Yes, the latter is definitely one that knows her very well. They know her so well that they address her on a first-name basis. Even though she acts the way she does, it’s all out of some pretext of sadness and loneliness. The fact of the matter is that she loathes the way her father has overlooked her for the entirety of her young life. She hates how he put all of the attention into his pride and joy, Rex. Rex is the oldest of the five children and Rin is the youngest. Even despite everything that Rin has tried to do to get his attention, Luscious doesn’t even notice her. All she wants is for him to look at her with the same pride that he does with his other children. 【History】 Life for Rin, growing up at least, was something of a mixed bag of feelings for her. She has lived comfortably in a nice home surrounded by loved ones. She was pretty much given almost everything that she wanted. With the company of her siblings dropping by every now and then(they’re too old to be living at the Reikan Estate). So, everything should have been perfect for her, right? Wrong. Rin lacked one thing that most girls at the early-teen age of thirteen always yearns for, but half of them don’t get it. Their father’s acknowledgement. Yes, it’s true that Rin has had a nice life and her siblings were wonderful to her, but her father has yet to even acknowledge her in the way that he has his other children, especially his pride and joy as well as his oldest, Rex. He never noticed her in the ways that she wanted. All he would do is acknowledge her as his daughter, but nothing more. To him, his heirs are more important. Rin has often asked herself why he has acted this way towards her. Sometimes she’d ask if she did something wrong or maybe there was more to it. Like maybe there’s something that she’s missing and is not being told about it. Whichever the case, this has caused much animosity between them. It’s also the reason why, only up until a year ago, she began acting up both in class and in what she does in her free time. Rin has adopted the free spirit attitude of rockers. She has begun to wear some rather revealing clothes for her age. She began partaking in some questionable activities such as clubbing with men way older than her and taking drugs and the scene that comes with it. Being that way and acting as such, Rin has garnered herself quite the reputation of being the slut of the genin class. When word of all of that reached her father, he didn’t even say nothing to her. She thought he would. She thought that he would even acknowledge her, but he didn’t. Her mother, however, gave her quite the talking to. You better believe that Rin got a ton of shit from her cause of the way Rin had been acting. Still, her father chose not to say anything. 【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. Luscious Reikan \| Father \| 51, Kohonagakure, missing-nin. Former head of the Reikan Clan, Luscious, within the last year, fled from Konoha due to suspicions of him selling valuable information to a group of the Forth Mizukage loyalists. No one, not even his wife and children, heard anything within the last year. Hana Reikan \| Mother \| 45, Kohonagakure, Retired Anbu-Black Ops. Hana is a gentle woman, though she does have her moments where she gets angry, but that was only to keep her kids in line when they were still living at the house(except Rin since she still lives at home). Rex Reikan\| Older Brother \| 26, Kohonagakure. Jounin,With his father gone missing and things at a point where the Reikan House needed a leader, Rex stepped into the spot and represented the Reikan house in any and all meetings with the Reikan's allies. due to that, Rex has gained a certain calmness about him. He has become more presentable and less cocky. The arrogance still remained, but only in moderation. Due to his new responsiblities, Rex retired from the Shinobi Frontlines and accepted a retirement plan that would allow him to take head of his clan. Kagetsu Reikan \| Older Sister \| 24, Kohonagakure. Anbu-Black Ops/Special Jounin. Kagetsu is the only one in the family who did not inherit the clan’s KG, Ice Release. This of course was to much disappointment of Lucsious. Regardless, she honed her skills in stealth and Kenjutsu, being regarded as one of the best Kenjutsu specialists in the ranks of the Anbu Black Ops. Unlike her father, Kagetsu is a kind spirit. Though she tends to be a bit lazy and almost reminiscent of Shikamaru in attitude, she holds the burning Will of Fire as do all Hidden Leaf Shinobi. Yukina Reikan(left/girl) \| Older Sister \| 18, Kohonagakure. Chunin. Twin Sister of Yukino, Yukina is as bubbly as they come. She is also a bit ditzy. She takes after her older sister in being lazy a bit. She is also Rin’s best friend of all of her siblings. She can also relate to Rin since their father both don’t see either of them as his “true heir”, not like Rex. Yukina has shown true prowess in her Fuinjutsu as the Clan’s blood inheretence has yet again skipped a member of the main branch. Even though she has much to learn, for her age she presents herself as a formidable opponent when it really counts. Yukino Reikan(right/boy) \| Older Brother \| 18\| Kohonagakure, Chunin. Yukino is a polar opposite to his twin sister in every single way. Where Yukina is a lazy, ditzy, and somewhat moronic girl, Yukino is a serious and highly intelligent shinobi. All of his teachers during his academy days claimed that he was going to be the next great shinobi that the Leaf hasn’t seen in a long while. On top of that, his usage of Hyoton is far greater than even his older brother, Rex, and Luscious has noticed that. So much so that Luscious has put so much pressure on Yukino to become the best and this has caused some sibling rivalry between Rex and Yukino. Despite all of that, Yukino maintains a certain humility about him. He doesn’t let the praise go to his head like Rex has and he doesn’t let father’s obvious overbearing nature affect the way he is. 【Dreams and fears】 Above all else, Rin wants to be acknowledged by her father. She lives in the cold shadow of her older brothers. Even though the younger of the two brothers of hers doesn't let all of that attention to go to him like the older one, she still yearns for that attention. She hopes that one day father would show her the same attention. Her worst fear that will he not acknowledge her, but he will completely abandon her. Combat reports. 【Fighting style】 Taking into account everything about her, Rin fights with a coldness that matches the elemetn she uses. She is just as fluid as she is percise. Despite her reputation, Rin fights with a cold hardness that only a true shinobi could. She favors mid-range fighting and the ninjutsu way of battle. She can easily put you to ice as she could block you with her trademark Ice Release. Because of all of the said reasons, she truly is the Leafs Little Ice Minx. 【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】 Bloodline limit name: Hyoton or Ice Release Description: Ice Release or Hyoton is an advanced chakra nature that combines water and wind to create and manipulate ice, forming it into various structures. When the user releases their chakra, the surrounding vicinity becomes cold enough for snow to fall. While the ice created is largely stronger than traditional ice made from freezing water due to the fact that chakra is included into it, the said chakra-induced ice has a major weakness to anything fire, be it Katon techniques, or a fire created from an Exploding Tags explosion(though the latter is less likely to completely destroy said ice). Though originally developed by the members of the Yuki Clan, the Reikan have since then been the leading clan of Hyoton. Even more so, Ice Release Techniques, like most Kekkei Genkais out there, cannot be replicated/copied by such Dojutsu like the Sharingan or any other that gives its user the ability to copy techniques. In addition, users of Hyoton can create ice from thin air. Ice Release techniques are commonly used by the hand seal of Dog. 【Ninja techniques】 A-Rank Techniques Name of Technique: Frost Blade Technique Type of Jutsu: Kekkei Genkai Ninjutsu, Classification: Offensive Rank:A Range: Personal/arm length Nature Type: Ice Handseals: none. Mold chakra around arm. Description: A technique used by Rin after she reached a better understanding of her Kekkei Genkai. By combining her natural talent for the Ice Release and her understanding of chakra flow, Rin was able to generate a blade of ice to form from her arms. This can be from either one or both, depending on how much chakra she puts into it. These blades are razor-sharp and what they cut get a small dose of ice erupt around the wound a few moments afterwards. However, it is only minimal, but frostbite is a possibility. Due to the fact that Rin’s own persona disallows her to utilize its fullest potential, those within her family cited that she can only use 50% of its power, which is nothing. So the frostbite that comes from it is only a moderate cold burn at best. The jutsu itself only lasts for about a minute(3-4 posts depending on chakra output). B-Rank Techniques Wind Release: Vacuum Wave Name of Technique: Jagged Ice Wall Formation: Rising Pillars Type of Jutsu: Kekkei Genkai Ninjutsu Classification: Offensive, Defensive Rank: B Range: short to mid Nature Type: Ice Handseals: Same as Jagged ice Wall Description: When the Jagged Ice Wall technique is active, Rin has further developed it to expand beneath her by sending her chakra throughout and raising several other Jagged Ice Walls from the ground in the form of sharp icicles. They come about like a whack-a-mole in the sense that they randomly appear from the ground and go back into it. Though sharp as all hell and able to pierce through rock and wood, the radius in which all of this happens is only 5 meters and only can last for 80 seconds(2-3 posts usually) C-Rank Techniques Water Release: Wild Bubble Wave Name of Technique: Gizagiza no Kori Kabe(Jagged Ice Wall) Type of Jutsu: Kekkei Genkai; Ninjutsu Class: Offensive, Defensive Rank: C Range: Short Chakra Nature: Hyoton Hand Seals: Snake-Monkey Description: The user creates a solid wall of ice in front of them for defense. A user may use chakra kneaded and converted inside the body or an existing source of ice. The wall rises from the ground in front of them, with the same exact height and length of the wall proportional of the amount of chakra used in utilizing the technique. The wall can be large and wide to cover an area or a smaller, more personalized shield. The wall itself is coated with chakra, making it stronger than the average ice. In addition to the chakra, the ice is rather jagged and sharp, making physical contact rather painful. Weakness: As it is with ice itself as well as Hyoton, this wall is highly venerable to Katon techniques. A high enough Katon jutsu can completely destroy it. Alteratively, focus is requried for the wall to be in full power. Once focus is cut, the wall loses all chakra input into it. Name of Technique: Mizu Bushin no Jutsu(Water Clone Technique) Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu; Clone TEchnique Class: Supplementary Rank: C Range: All Chakra Nature: Suiton Hand Seals: Tiger Description: The Water Clone Technique is similar to the Shadow Clone Technique except it creates clones out of water. Like other solid clone techniques, the clones can be used to perform tasks that the user is either unable to do or unwilling to do for themselves. Weakness: Due to the rank of the jutsu, a genin such as Rin can only create one other clone. It is also able to be destroyed either by striking it enough times or a strong enough jutsu. D-Rank Techniques Rin has knowledge of basic Academy Techniques Name of Technique: Sharardu no Kori(Shards of Ice) Type of Jutsu: Kekkei Genkai Ninjutsu Class: Offensive Rank: D Range: mid to Long Chakra Nature: Hyoton Hand Seals: Dog-Monkey-Ram-Hare Description: After weaving the necessary hand seals, the user kneads and converts their chakra into ice. As they transfer the chakra to their hands, said hands become encased with ice and all the user has to do is point their arms forward and multiple shards of ice release instantly. They have the piercing power of a wind chakra-flowed blade, meaning that they can pierce through a solid tree, cut bare skin, and even damage lesser armor. Inversely, the user can also charge the ice into a lesser amount of darts for more potency of their overall sharpness and strength. Weakness: Like all ice in general, fire is a weakness. Any C or higher-ranking Katon jutsu can easily melt these ice shards away. Name of Technique: Great Breakthrough Technique Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu Class: Offensive Rank: D Range: Short to mid Chakra Nature: Futon Hand Seals: Tiger-Ox-Dog-Rabbit-Snake Description:This is a relatively simple technique that creates a sudden gust of wind, but the scale of power varies depending on the user. If used by a genin, it’s weaker than, say used by a chunin or jounin. The wind can blow away incoming projectile weapons and prove it to be difficult for shinobi to move at normal speed. It has the speed to knock opponent shinobi off their epicenter. Weakness: Can easily be defended against from Doton techniques. Name of Technique: Suiju no Jutsu(Water Gun Technique) Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu Class: Offensive Rank: D Range: all Chakra Nature: Suiton Hand Seals: Dog-Ram-Hare-Dog Description: After weaving the needed hand seals, the user kneads chakra inside their body and releases in the form of a stream of highly pressurized water. The water has the potency of strength to pierce through a tree and stones. It can also be harmful to the human body Weakness: A raiton technique can easily stop the attack. It is also not all that strong since it is a D-rank technique. 【Weaponry, tools and objects.】 Standard Shinobi Tools(Shuraken, Kunai, explosive tags, etc..)
7,708	204	499	205	43	Shouken Washi "The Oasis" ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Shouken took a second to take what the Tendou girl had said and processed it through his mind. Hmmm...This kid sounds like he's fairly strong. Shouken took another second to observe Akio's reactions and realized that the mission had just gotten a little more complex. As Akio proceeded out the door, Shouken carefully depicted her feelings about the situation (If they weren't already clear enough and even though she didnt make a sound, the boy knew her reason for leaving and decided to keep it to himself. He had heard Rin speaking once, but her current question was the one that caught his ears. She asked Aoi about the Kokatsu in a demanding manner, however Rin probably didn't realize her tone and for that matter Aoi probably didn't catch it either, so yet again he kept quiet and examined a few documents near him and began reading on the kidnappings. He was hoping to find a pattern other than that of the symbol and be able to catch there killer, but there was nothing. If there were any other clue, they wouldn't have needed us... Neatly stacking his papers, Shouken stood up from his chair at the table and headed for the balcony. He knocked on his left hand pocket to hear the ting of his little tin case. His mission has possibly changed complete objectives and took on a slightly different caliber, so he wasn't sure when he'd get another break. "Aoi-sensei, if someone arrives, may you please tap on this door window?" He asked, while opening and slipping out of the door, gently letting it close completely. Within seconds he was atop a parrallel roof only a few feet from the hotel. Shouken popped his tin and took one his rolled treats from the casing. A lighter sat evenly fitted in the case and Shouken snagged it and proceeded to light his joint. The smoke filled him up and relaxed his muscles. His brain ran with thoughts but soon afterwards he excluded all that from his mind. Instead he was chuckling at the city below, calling them ants and what not.	~Awesome Sounding Name For Character List~ "Follow your dreams and your heart is sure to tag along” Shouken tower's most at 6'3 and has a lanky yet muscular build. He is around 190 lbs. but looks as thin as a rail. At a younger age, his purple hair would fade to brown in the summer and shade back to purple in the winter, however, now, It stays a darker shade of purplish pink. He has bright, deep, blue eyes that supply his innocence while his somewhat chiseled jawline compliments his more deceptive and darker look. Shouken's outfit matches that perfectly of the picture, save for his new blade, Bachiatari, which sits in a mimicking position of his previous blade, Kusemono. Personnel files. Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance. 【Full Name】 Shouken Washi 【Alias】 The Oasis 【Age】 17 【Sex】 Male 【Sexuality】 Hetero 【Birthplace】 Sunakagure 【Bloodline】 Washi 【Rank】 Chūnin Psych. report. Medical secrecy applies. 【Personality】 kind hearted and loyal. He is confident within himself but ignores his limitations. He is always eager for a challenge and often is the first to start making wages. It is nearly impossible to dampen his spirit with words, and all who have tried have failed. Shouken hates to see any form of suffering and will go out of his way to ease someone else's stress before his own. He was fairly popular amongst his class, and even teachers were pleased by his presence. He strives to become the best ninja possible and is willing to do whatever it takes to achieve that goal. Shouken's seriousness shows rarely, as he usually covers up his emotions with jests or taunting. He doesn't fear death, which allows him to fight with everything, holding nothing back. He'd sooner spit in the face of a kage rather than give up. He is forgiving and understanding, yet his bold attitude shades it to where people may get the wrong idea. He likes the attention from the crowd but refuses to lead. He's a little lazy when it comes to responsibilities and will usually turn down a leadership role, unless the order is necessary. 【History】 Shouken was born in Sunakagure, expected to take over his Father's store. Though, fate had a different plan for Shouken. He was blessed with the element of water and also possessed a strong urge to use it. By 5, he was practicing hand signals and claiming to be the world's strongest Shinobi. At 9, Shouken took his first life. His parent's store was being robbed and burned to the ground as he returned from playing with friends. Thugs had started the fire and fled the scene, but one remained, pointing a small knife at Shouken. His gaze still struck upon the burning building, Shouken snapped. Thoughts of his parents being trapped inside rummaged through his head and rage filled his body. He lunged at the large man, knocking him to the ground. Shouken was instantly atop the man with his hand over the mouth of the thug. Water surged down the throat of the man and began to fill up his esophagus. Shouken returned the man's horrid struggle to breathe with an emotionles glare. As the man's body went still, Shouken eased his hand down to be accompanied by his Father who had been running errands. His mom remained inside the building. The following month, Shouken and his father moved to Konohagakure to resume the store business in a safer enviroment. A year passed with the death of his Mother, but that never stopped him from following his dream. That very next year, Shouken's father registered him in The Academy. Shouken had even more determination now than ever. He loved his mother and knew she would love to see him excel. Shouken studied and trained non-stop. Once Shouken turned 12, he achieved the Genin Rank. The following year he would earn his next ranking of Chunin. He soon hopes to achieve his Jonin Rank and truly make his family proud. However, he does not plan to stop there. 【Family ties】 Danguu Washi - Father Suma Washi - Mother Danguu Washi \| Father \| 39, Konohagakure, General Store Owner Suma Washi \| Mother \| 35, Deceased, 【Dreams and fears】 Simply to be the best and to help anyone within his ability. Combat reports. Gathered from evaluation reports after missions. 【Fighting style】 Shouken likes distance between him and his opponent. He rarely deals in close and when he does, he gets out quick. His hand to hand is not bad, by no means, but his confidence fades when it comes to this category. He battles that insecurity with his Katana 'Kusemono' in which case he cast aside negative thoughts and attempts take on his opponent up close. 【Ninja techniques】 A rank techniques: Water Release: Great Shark Bullet Technique B rank techniques: Water Release: Snake's Mouth Water Release: Five Feeding Sharks Water Release: Water Fang Bullet C rank techniques: Water Release: Gunshot Water Prison Technique Water Clone Technique ~~Custom Made Techniques~~ Jutsu Name: Water Technique: Hydro Wolf Rank: B Description: Hydro Wolf is conducted by creating a simple set of seals. Shouken generates water throughout his body and unleashes it from his mouth. After extreme training, Shouken adapted the skills of shark techniques and developed the shape into that of a massive wolf head with the body of a snake that's length depends on when Shouken decides to stop. The wolf, in comparison to the shark, is fairly large, however, the speed of the wolf doubles that of the shark. This does not only add speed but also power. The jutsu can follow the opponent for about 8-10 seconds before dispersing into a small bed of water. 【Weaponry, tools and objects.】 Weapon, tool or object name: Bachiatari Weapon, tool or object type: Katana that does allow chakra flow. Description: Other: Shouken carries around a little case that contains 3 cigarette looking joints. In his free time on a mission he likes to smoke one alone to relieve any stress and to stay somewhat sane.. 【Full Name】 Kumo 【Alias】 N/a 【Age】 Roughly early 40's 【Role】 General Store Owner from Sunakagure 【Personality】 A simple soul. Loves silly jokes and is usually very friendly. 【Techniques and Tools】 ??? ;) 【Others】 Shouken's father's closest friend.
7,709	204	500	61	531	Chihiro Hyūga Running through the hall, she dropped her bomb on the night table, sensing something from behind her, she turned and braced herself, about to preform a jutsu the man already contact with her and full on spear tackled her down the stairs. He pulled out a knife and she tried to reach for it, but the knife successfully stabbing her in the hip, she blacked out slightly from the stab, but adrenaline pumped through her veins as Jun quickly finished off the man, she snapped out of combat mode and suddenly her lower body was burning beyond belief. Jun picked her up, but she was already zoning out looking at the ceiling and then suddenly the sky. They were running...really really fast now, and she felt the air blowing past her "Ju..." weakened she could barely speak but she detected something was watching them. They quickly were in the village and then quickly got into a building, being laid down "Jun...." she reached for Jun, but Jun didn't hear her "People..." Jun told her to bite down on something, to which she did and then instantly regretted it, biting down, it started cracking. As Jun kept stiching her wound, Chihiro groaned in pain and balled a fist until it was done and she moved away, taking the spoon out of her mouth she threw it at Gin "get...me...water...please..." looking over to Jun "and...you...listen" she raised her voice to get Jun's attention "I've...been...trying...to tell...you..oh fuck it..." she slowly pulled out a pad and pen and started writing. Sliding it over to Jun. It read "I don't know what to make of it, but these two people were watching when we left the estate, they are around us, I don't know what to make of them, they're strong though, their chakra is different, i don't know if you want to do something, but i'm obviously going to need to rest a little, maybe ten to twenty minutes" she looked at Jun and sighed "Fucking this sucks..."	【Full Name】 Chihiro Hyūga 【Alias】 Hiro 【Age】 17 【Gender】 Female 【Birthplace】 Konohagakure 【Bloodline】 Hyūga 【Rank】 Chūnin Psych. report. Medical secrecy applies. 【Personality】 Chihiro is a natural flirt. She'll call people 'hun' or 'hot stuff' even if she barely knows them. Nothings wrong with a compliment, even if she's complimenting the enemy. Compliments tend to make others feel good about themselves, so whats wrong with that? A bad thing about this though is that people generally read too deep into her flirtatious ways, and often get disappointed when they find out she's not trying to lure them into her bed. As long as theres no touchy touchy, there will be no smacky smacky. Now Chihiro has a lack of patience. It can be seen as a negative trait in many aspects. But when it comes down to it, Chihiro doesn't like to wait or be waiting on other people. She has this weird thing with regret. The 'I wish I did this when I had a chance' is almost like a pet peeve of hers. She doesn't want to have thoughts like that, and it pushed her to being impulsive or spontaneous if you want to call it; so obviously she would come to develop impatience with that mindset. She'll burst into meetings or disrupt your heart to heart, it doesn't matter to her when you've kept her waiting long enough. She actually admires people who have patience, this is probably why she likes hippies. Because aww heyy maaan, everything's all cool with them. When Chihiro sets her eyes on something she will become determined to get it. Whether learning a new trick or technique or to simply gain something from someone. It would take some rather large emotional strain to kill her determination inside. This determination inside of her will push her forwards to stand up for herself or for another. Sometimes her action displayed while being determined are described as 'Bold'. Chihiro has learned that she can achieve great things through her determination. With that she still clings onto this determination to overcome obstacles and challenges. 【History】 Chihiro's birth is something of...well mystery. She is in fact a bastard child, and because of this, she is greatly covered up. Being the clan leaders daughter, she is a half blood, but she received the full bloods Byakugan. However, because of who her mother was, she was quickly taken away from the Hyūga Estate, and taken far, very far, with her bastard mother. With that, they wanted to put away with the rumors that the great Iwao had slept with another women, and it was greatly deniable from then on, as there were no records of the girls birth. Nor did anyone speak up the fact that the child was born, and like that, the little baby girl's existence was erased. Well not erased from the other Hyūga, which they refused to let her existence be erased. Her two uncles, left the main estate and left on a mission, only to fake their disappearance. They did this, in order to start training the little girl when she started to show great promise, and promise she did show. Meanwhile, her older siblings had begun their training much to late, it had seemed, that a cruel joke by life was being played. Their prodigy child was a half blood and it burned Koyuki deeply, but they tried as much as they could to meet their fathers standards. While the struggled, Chihiro was evident to be the Clan Leaders daughter, she quickly picked up gentle fist with ease and it seemed it was almost effortless to use her Byakugan, and for a long time, it seemed like everything was fine with how her life was going. Or so that's what it was, but tragedy soon struck Chihiro's life for the first time, it's not quite said or even thought, but in the middle of the night Manami, Chihiro's mother, was killed. It was not said how it happened and even Takeo and Katsu said there was no way it could have happened the way it did. However, it did happen, and with her mother gone, the only ones to take care of her were Takeo and Katsu, and this is how she became who she is now. With no mother figure in the picture, she asked Takeo and Katsu to train her 24/7, and because of this, she soared past her older brother and sister. Even Iwao admitted that his eldest two were weak compared to her, and it was even more evident when the two came to visit Chihiro. With words like that from their father, they wanted to teach her a lesson, really prove that she didn't have it. But of course, she beat both of them single handedly and nonetheless in front of Iwao. After that, they always were in her shadow, and because of this, they became extremely reckless. And so, when Chihiro turned 13, her sister and brother were on a mission, and turned up dead. Because of the death of the two Eldest and next in lines to be the Clan Leader, Chihiro was the next and only one. Koyuki refused to except her existence, but Iwao was forced to bring her out of hiding and introduced her and his daughter, full daughter, not the bastard child Koyuki thought of her to be. At first, Chihiro was excited, after becoming a genin, she thought that she would be closer to her father, but her step mother made sure that wouldn't happen. In fact, it seemed as if she was hellbent on making sure that Iwao never spent any time with Chihiro and borderline ignore and because of this, even know, Chihiro has tried her hardest to get noticed by her father. 【Family ties】 Father: Iwao Hyūga(Clan Leader) Step-Mother: Koyuki Hyūga Mother(Deceased): Manami Takashi Uncle: Takeo Hyūga Uncle: Katsu Hyūga Younger Brother: Hajime Hyūga Older Sister(Deceased): Mizuki Hyūga Older Brother(Deceased): Arata Hyūga 【Dreams and fears】 * Dreams -She only has one dream and one dream only, to make her father proud of her existence and to gain his love. * Fears -She fears disappointing her father, for all if not most of her life this has been the biggest fear, the one fear she cannot handle if it came true. -She fears not being able to meet her father's standards, it's caused her to train intensely. -She fears letting others down and not being good enough to be a ninja. Combat reports. Gathered from evaluation reports after missions. 【Fighting style】 In terms of her fighting style, she uses speed to overwhelm her opponent, with quick jabs and kicks. She wants to keep her opponent stuck in defence as much as possible, and when they try to attack, she looks for the openings and strikes. Like a snake, she will strike and recoil so that she may lunge again. She uses her speed to overtake her opponents, trying to exhaust their mind and defenses. Though this initial form of attacking seems reckless and overzealous, it is actually well planned. She maps out each opponent before the actual engagement, using the cruel cunning she developed as a Hyūga, and plans her assault accordingly. Because of being a Hyūga, she is mostly a Taijutsu user, with a bit of Ninjutsu of course, but she is generally a close range fighter. 【Weaponry, tools and objects.】 Weapon, tool or object type: Wakizashi Description: 【Ninja techniques】 A-Rank: Eight Trigrams One Hundred Twenty-Eight Palms B-Rank: Eight Trigrams Palms Revolving Heaven Gentle Fist: Palm Bottom Eight Trigrams Vacuum Palm C-Rank: Gentle Fist: Tenketsu Needle 【D-E rank techniques】 E-rank: Clone Technique Body Replacement Technique 【Custom Jutsu】 Jutsu name: Tenketsu Needle: Chiryou Sutairu No Kobushi Katon: Self-Nin Taijutsu Rank: B Range: Self Description: This Technique was developed by Takeo Hyūga while attempting to train with Chihiro. Using Tenketsu Needle against Chihiro, he hit her in the arm and what they found was that that Chakra was building up in her arm. Using Tenketsu needle mixed with her Byakugan, she aims at her shoulder, effectively cutting off chakra flow to her entire arm. However in turn, chakra builds up within the arm that was effected. As it builds up, the chakra in turn, begins to physically appear above her skin in a blue hue. Usually invisible to the naked eye unless you have byakugan or something of the like, this Chakra is visible to the naked for others. Once above her skin, she then attacks normally, however there's a catch. If she were to miss, the aura makes up for the distance and hits the person being attacked with the hit. Effectively being able to clear the distance that she narrowly missed and hit them with the same force of the blow. The effects of being hit, are much like getting hit by a metal bat, extremely hard. However it loses it's gentle fist capabilities, it comes back with strength instead of stealth. This tech only last for 5 post in each arm and comes with a hefty draw back. Once past the combined 10 posts of each arm, she is no longer able to use those arms with chakra, like a normal Tenketsu Needle attack. It last for two hours or if she is healed and chakra is restored. Jutsu name: Tenketsu Needle: Chiryou Sutairu No Ashi Katon: Self-Nin Taijutsu Rank: C Range: Self Description: This Technique was developed by Takeo Hyūga while attempting to train with Chihiro. Using Tenketsu Needle against Chihiro, he hit her in the legs and what they found was that that Chakra was building up in her legs. Using Tenketsu needle mixed with her Byakugan, she aims at her thighs, effectively cutting off chakra flow to her entire leg down. However in turn, chakra builds up within the leg that was effected. As it builds up, the chakra in turn, begins to physically appear above her skin in a blue hue. Unlike Tenketsu Needle: Chiryou Sutairu No Kobushi, this one IS ONLY a movement jutsu, under no circumstance is this used for close combat. As the Chakra builds up, it allows her to "thrust" herself forward to clear distances in front of her. She has no way of controlling it, it simply propels forward, matching the speed of bullet shot from a pistol. The jutsu also has a set distance of 20 meters, once reaching that 20 meters, she can not stop before then, unless physically stopped. 【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】 Kekkei genkai:Byakugan she can see at a limit of 10 Kilometres in distance.
7,710	204	501	800	3,846	Gin Kakiyama, Somewhere near Tonaka Castle He began to make his way down the staircase after he had shut the door to Fi's room. He was mentally drained from what occurred and just moved on instinct as he approached the staircase. Gin had expected to see Chihiro or Jun to be at the bottom of the staircase but instead it was barren minus the two dead guards. He leapt off the top step as he heard over coms Jun warning him of the incoming reinforcements and the alternate exit. As his jump brought him closer to the ground he applied chakra to his legs and fell into a crouched position before springing back up and jumping forward, kicking himself off the wall in front of him and to the left, out towards the hallway in the direction. It didn't take long for him to find it, however, he wasn't in the clearing yet. As he made his way out the alternate exit, he could only see where Jun and Chihiro had gone to before seeing a bright flash promptly followed by an incredibly loud boom. He wasn't close enough to be blown away by the explosion but enough so that he was hit with the shockwave that immediately followed the flash. He was hurled some ways in the direction of his teammates. Thankfully however, the distance and air that he had gotten from the blast was enough for him to adjust his trajectory towards a building 3 doors down from where Jun and Chihrio had taken shelter. It wasn't going to be a perfect landing but it sufficed. He landed feet first to break most of the momentum before losing his footing as the rest of his body impacted. Gin shielded himself for the far as the ground came up to meet him. With a groan he slowly began to stand up, shaking off the small dirt and debris from the explosion. Quickly Gin brought his hands together and put up a henge and making his way up to the house. Once Gin was inside, he turned to face the door and closed it, taking off his henge. He stared at the door for a moment, trying to comprehend all that had happened. But that was cut short however to the sounds of what seemed to be Chihiro in pain. He whipped his head around to see a badly wounded Chihiro as Jun was stitching her up. "Fuck" He said in a low voice. "get...me...water...please..." Without hesitation he pulled out his canteen and undid the lid before moving over to her and lifting her head so she could take a drink from it. 'This is all my fault. If I had just-' He shook his head as he tried to avoid thinking about it. He quickly took notice to Chihiro as she wrote down something on a piece of paper. He could only get a glimpse of it though but it was enough to put him on edge. ...these two people were watching when we left the estate, they are around us, I don't know what to make of them, they're strong though, their chakra is different, i do-. He tried changing his demeanor to fit what was going on presently, it was hard and it could still be shown in his tone of voice but he managed to do it. "If we're going to do something we best do it now..."	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. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 I may be a nice guy but I'll ruin your day in a heartbeat. Personnel files. Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance. 【Full Name】 Uji Hōdan Akimichi 【Alias】 Hōdan, Uji-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】 Explain. 【Ninja techniques】 Canon Jutsus. D-E rank techniques: * The basic jutsu 【Custom made techniques】 Jutsu name: Katon: Remain as we are Rank: B Range: 5 meter Description: Explain. Psych. report. Medical secrecy applies. 【Personality】【History】 >.< 【Family ties】 ??? 【Dreams and fears】 What?
7,711	204	502	1,787	2,152	Yopparai Ramu Koku “With no booze, whores and cussing, life would be a lot less interesting.” Yopparai was so absent minded at the moment - he was not really busy and didn't expect anything to happen - that he didn't notice the spark that Tsukiya saw. As such he responded rather casually, “Problem? Why? Did you pee your pan-” BOOOOOOOM! Yopparai was taken aback a bit and hopped backwards, standing on one leg whilst having the other pulled up a bit, meanwhile guarding his body with his arms. “Nááánda! What was that?! Did your informant throw a party or something?” he asked as soon as he righted himself and stood back into a straight position, walking closer to the rock Tsukiya was standing on. The tone he used was obviously joking, but he didn't really seem to care too much about the whole giant explosion thing. With a sharp eye, Yopparai made out the silhouettes of three people moving like shinobi move in the streets of the attached village. He squinted with his eyes, trying to get a better look. “One.. two.. three. Three little piggies, in a butchery! Woohoo! Let's go take a look and have a talk shall we?” he said, cheerful all of a sudden now that he had something interesting to do. Usually when Tsukiya dragged him over here he'd spend time in the tavern, emptying them of all their alcohol. Now, now he could talk with some shinobi. It'd been a long time since he got to talk to any shinobi that were still part of a village. Most of the people he saw in his tavern were either rogue nin looking for shelter from hunter nin temporarily, or just travellers that had no idea what they were getting in. It was a good thing that the hunter nin didn't dare venture close to the tavern, for assorted reasons. Yopparai set his foot forwards and took a big swig of his alcohol flask again, which was seemingly bottomless, before looking back at Tsukiya while he continued walking. “Woowee! Let's go, Tsukiya-chan!” he said with an impishly pestering voice. With that said he pushed himself off from the dirt with a chakra augmented jump, as all shinobi should be able to do, and sent himself flying through the air towards the village. Luckily it wasn't that far from where they were. If anyone was paying mind and was standing outside (likely, since everyone was looking at the explosion most likely) they would notice a figure flying through the air in a large arc, his arms going round in circles in an attempt to stabilize himself somewhat, and a gigantic flask in one of his hands. ...thud! Bending lightly through his knees as he landed, Yopparai landed on top of the first house he could reach within the village, looking back quickly to look at Tsukiya, seeing if he was coming, before continueing on his way regardless. Tsukiya would know by now that when Yopparai was feeling like doing something he wouldn't hold back to do it. But he would also know that while Yopparai was reckless, he was not one to needlessly attack someone for no reason. As such he was probably going to take a look at these three nin and see what they were all about - informants could be replaced, but information about these shinobi could only be acquired once. He pushed off again and flew through the sky again in a large arc, hands and legs waving around as he did, more so for fun than for an actual purpose. Again he landed on a building, this time the building across the road from where the three shinobi had holed up. He slowly walked up to the building edge, in an attempt to look cool and mysterious, before dropping down onto the road in front of their little shelter. He stayed out of sight as much as he could, not knowing now that it'd be useless since there was a Hyuga inside that house. Slowly he would walk up to the nearest window and look inside. He tried to make out what was going on, only noticing remnants of an emergency surgery. And.. that chick was writing on a paper. Yopparai didn't pay much mind to the paper, and looked at Chihiro's face. Oh, what a beautiful girl. Maybe she was interested in being the new barmaid in his tavern? That'd be interesting! He should ask her that. “Oioioi.. nanda?!” he suddenly blurted out raising his hand at Tsukiya as a sign to stop whatever he was doing. With a quick movement Yopparai would dash backwards and up onto the roof where Tsukiya would likely be right now. Something seems to have thrown Yopparai off, and since Tsukiya knew Yopparai he'd also know that Yopparai had about one or two fucks to give in total, and that if he was thrown off by this then that means it must be either something very significant, or that Yopparai had seen a new toy that he wanted to take. Suddenly, Yopparai's voice was a lot more hushed, in an attempt not to scare off any of the shinobi inside. “Ohh, Tsukiya-chan.. I saw something you will like.. hihihi..” He let out a small giggle, indicating that he was sort of nervous about what he was about to say, but also very giddy and happy with it. “One of them is w-hihih.. wounded.. and guess what Tsukiya-chan.. sh-she has the Byakugans! She's a Hyuga!” Yopparai was no longer able to hold himself and did a little jiggy dance on the roof, mostly being just him jumping from foot to foot whilst going around in a circle. “Ooooooh Tsukiya-chan! Let's take it and share it! You take one of her beautiful eyes, and I take one! Fair deal? Okay! Let's go!” he said, sliding one of his hands upwards to his shoulder and taking his sword from it's strap. He used just one hand, a testament to his strength, but it was still a heavy sword and you could see that it was heavy by the way he moved it. With a casual movement he placed the back of the sword on his shoulder whilst he held the flask of alcohol with his left hand. A single glance to Tsukiya would be enough to kickstart the incoming danger for the three shinobi. Yopparai dropped down from the roof again and put the flask on a leather loop on his belt, hanging it there whilst he worked on creating an opening into the house. He walked up close to the walls of the building, no longer attempting to be inconspicuous, only worried about obtaining a Byakugan. “Yopparai-no-jutsu: Explosive Entrance!” he said as he grabbed a hold of the Blastsword with two hands and swung in a 180 degrees circle. His sword crashed into the wall of the building, cracking it with mere power alone, but it wasn't enough to take down the wall. “Kaboom! Hihihihi!” With a mighty roar the explosive tags on the sword exploded, creating a wall of smoke and a hail of bricks being sent flying into the building, a danger to those that were inside. With casual steps Yopparai would then walk through the smoke in front of Tsukiya. As much as Yopparai liked to deny it, he was in a way Tsukiya's inferior, and as such he had taken it upon himself to protect him by going in first. That said, Tsukiya was also not as close ranged as he was, so it also made more sense for Yopparai to take the vanguard. “Hellooooooooo! Konoha-shinobi! It's been so long since I saw Konoha shinobi, what are you doing out here so far and away from home? Kakakakakaka!” he cackled, appearing from the smoke with his flask in his left hand again, and his right hand holding the sword on his shoulder. “I need a new barmaid!” he yelled as he stood in front of the three shinobi, waiting for Tsukiya to take a move. For now, he'd have the element of surprise as long as Tsukiya stayed hidden - Yopparai was hoping to pull the Hyuga's attention away from Tsukiya whilst he maneuvered into position. Either that or Tsukiya just came in through the hole in the wall. Or the door. Yeah, Yopparai forgot about the door. But it wouldn't be as explosive! if he had remembered the wall.	“Partisans Cool Guys Characters Club of Exclusiveness” “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. Personnel files. Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance. 【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. “For the Minamoru, everything.” Rei has changed quite a bit over the years, having bleached her hair a white colour. Compared to earlier ages she has also grown physically, becoming more of a woman and less of a child. As such she's grown more curves in a lovely hourglass figure (like her mother) with wide hips and a wide upper body, but a thing and small waistline. She's not all that muscled, definetely not compared to Yamato, her older brother. She is however a lot more flexible and lighter, allowing faster movement and more daring dodge moves. She is also quite small reaching barely 5'3. Her facial features resemble that of her brother ever so slightly, but enough to make people recognise them as brother and sister (despite the age gap) where they both have a rounded face but a chiseled jawline (him more so than her) and just like him, she has a thing nosebridge. Different from him however she doesn't have dark green eyes but rather, a brownish kind of colour. Her shinobi-clothes are relatively simple, being a blue vest over a black athletic crop top, with a blue skirt underneath that. Her vest is usually partially open revealing a bit of her stomach and her belly button, which are toned. Alongside that she also wears gloves, as well as black stockings with cuts in the side revealing her leg. Besides that she wears the relatively standard shinobi sandals, a high version with a metal plating attached. Personnel files. Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance. 【Full Name】 Reihana Minamoru 【Alias】 “Little Master” 【Age】 16 【Sex】 Female 【Sexuality】 Straight. Finally allowed a boyfriend, though Yamato will be bitchy about it. 【Birthplace】 Konohagakure 【Bloodline】 Minamoru 【Rank】 Chunin Psych. report. Medical secrecy applies. 【Personality】 Rei is unlike some in her family a bit more friendly, however she still bears the Minamoru trademark of not being pro-kekkei genkai. She might not be as upright and straight-forward about it, but she has a fine memory imprinted in her mind that kekkei genkai's are generally bad. Never the less she remains quite friendly to those with kekkei genkai, although she probably shouldn't if she wants to remain in her fathers' good graces. Furthermore she is also quite sociable and has quite a lot of friends her own age (in other teams, too) and the few times she's met other shinobi from other villages she was always able to form new relationships with these people. Her proximity to Yamato, a somewhat known boy since he is a prodigy, a genius of a sort, has only furthered this since even if people dont neccesarily like the girl, they might be interested by Yamato and want to stay close to him, and thus, Reihana. Rei is a happy girl who provides a stark contrast to her brother Yamato. Being pretty much an exact opposite in personality, she is friendly, cheerful and respectful towards everyone at all moments - yes, even when she's grumpy she'll make an effort to excuse herself for it. Due to this she's quite popular, although you could wonder if this is because of herself or because her brother is Yamato, a popular boy in the lower grades, especially amongst the girls who seem to frequently want to stay over at the Minamoru residence to “sleep over at Rei's”. When dealing with authorities such as jonins or chunins, or any other sort of authority who ranks higher in the hierarchy, she seems to listen well but often dwells off during briefings or lectures - she isn't sure if she even wants to be a shinobi and mostly is taking classes in it because she wants to follow in Yamato's footsteps, although she doesn't seem to want to put effort towards this goal. She frequently declines Yamato's harsh offers to train together, stating she has plans already (usually comprised of buying makeup or clothes in the Financial District with friends.. daddy's creditcard.) 【History】 Ever since birth Rei was overshadowed by Yamato in all aspects except in love - being a girl she drew closer to her mother, and father always wanted to protect her so she was never lacking in the attention department either. However she was always forced to hear about Yamato's greatness during dinner and other family meetings, something she doesn't feel warm or cold towards. It seems to be accepted as a fact of life that Yamato is a better shinobi, something that hasn't really impacted her relationships with mom and dad anyway so she hardly cares. Matter of fact it seems to have fostered and nurtured a great amount of respect and forced her to look up to her older brother, something she'd never admit and something he'd never notice. She seemed to do quite alright in base school, never really doing above average but always managing to get a proper pass on any test. Teachers loved her, despite not being a great student, due to her brother being a good student before her. This caused them to constantly reminisce about things Yamato mastered before anyone else and led to them expecting the same of her - although they were quick to realize that this would probably not be the case. Now that she's passed her base school exams she's become a genin, and she's now in shinobi high school, to become a chunin and partaking in genin missions in the designated times as well in her free time whenever she's called on by her sensei. Formerly her sensei was Tsukiko Umene, the “Honeybadger” and although they weren't compatible in styles, she enjoyed her time with the sensei, who was a bit wild and strange at times but was a good teacher none the less. Furthermore she was extremely beautiful, something that always drew Rei closer to her and that made her want to be like Tsukiko - sadly for her it would never come to this as sensei was pulled away from the team following a reorganisation in favor of a new experiment to divide the teams into variable teams handpicked for each missions. Last known, her sensei is a man named Kirimoro, who specialises in medical jutsu. Given that she's not particularily fond of this man but has a keen interest in medical jutsu and wished to work in the hospital rather than become a shinobi fighter like Yamato, she's put up with the man and has tried to become better friends with him. That failed ultimately, and after a mission with Giichi and Yamato, she has decided to actually follow in Yamato's footsteps in whole, and put forwards greater effort to become a better fighter. This succeeded and by then she'd become a capable genin, ready to enter the chunin exams. She entered alongside Giichi and Rin, to become chunin together with them. Ultimately this was achieved by all three of them and now all three of them are chunin, Rei included. 【Family ties】 Rei is more or less the favored child in the household due to Yamato's inaccessibility to his father and mother. Due to that she's quite pampered, but not to the point where's she's a spoiled brat. Rather, she just gets all she wants, but this has also humbled her a bit. Mika Minamoru \| Mother \| 38, Konohagakure, restaurant owner and part time mother, she is a hard worker who never complains. Atleast she likes to think so. Reijo Minamoru \| Father \| 44, Konohagakure, although often away on bussiness, politician and economist, it's said he has a pair of mistresses in any city. Yamato Minamoru \| Older brother \| 18, Konohagakure, Rei is often left in his shadow due to him being a prodigy but that hasn't made her resentful, but rather proud instead. She adores him and wishes to be like him, although that will never happen and she knows it. 【Dreams and fears】 Rei dreams to simply have a family when she grows older, and to one day get out of the turbulent life of a shinobi without too much scratches. Her fears are that her family is murdered (obviously, a fear for anyone) or being endangered. Combat reports. Gathered from evaluation reports after missions. 【Fighting style】 Unlike her brother Rei has little aptitude for taijutsu due to her fragile frame and slender build - as such she is more accustomed to the use of ninjutsu, becoming quite adept at it in the progress. She has an average chakra pool and average chakra control, so in essence she is not above or below anyone in terms of any type of combat besides taijutsu and some weaponry. However this has allowed her to also become adept at the use of ninjutsu - maybe she is no expert at the actual jutsu, but she can use the jutsu that she has quite well. 【Ninja techniques】 A rank techniques: SUITON: Thousand Flying Water Needles (scaled up, because, well, it's a good technique) B rank techniques: DOTON: Bedrock Coffin DOTON: Earth Flow Spears C rank techniques: SUITON: Mouth Shot DOTON: Hiding like a Mole Jutsu SUITON: Water Prison Technique SUITON: Water Trumpet D-E rank techniques: DOTON: Double Suicide Decapitation Technique 【Custom made techniques】 Jutsu name: DOTON: Earthen Flask Technique Rank: B Range: Medium-close. Description: This technique is part one of the combination techniques that Rei made up herself, of which this is the first jutsu needed. It's not neccesarily a B rank but the combination of it's own is a B rank style jutsu. The first part of the jutsu is creating a dome around the target. This can be done in numerous ways as a setup (i.e how to get it around the enemy) such as a lure using a clone, or other such trickery. It's also possible to use some more chakra and simply create the dome right where the target is. Now, this isn't a cheapshot, since there is a hole at the top of the dome (for a good reason that I will come to later) that the target can then escape out of. At this point the technique is done and the next technique is put into action to finish the combo. Phase two! Jutsu name: SUITON: Refilling Well Technique Rank: B Range: Close. Description: This technique is part two of the combination jutsu that Rei can do. After performing required handseals as always Rei will jump onto of the dome and spew water with the chakra kneaded in her stomach, into the opening, to fill up the dome of earth. “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. Personnel files. Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance. 【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.
7,712	205	0	2,182	991	As you awaken, you notice everything around you is amiss. The air is cool. Not cold, but uncomfortable to be in. Despite this, the air is humid enough to also be uncomfortable. The only thing around you was trash and concrete. The room you were in, if it could even be called a room, was the size of a small house. Trash littered its corners. Mostly empty cans, broken wood, and other useless items. The frigid bed that you have been sleeping in for some unknown amount of time wasn't comfortable in the slightest. The rough concrete made it difficult to lie on. Not to mention, there were no pillows, nor a blanket to keep you warm at night. On your wrist was a bandage; it was also where your body had hurt the most. Unless you slept in a bad position, however. Despite this, in the middle of the room was a box. The only light in the room was shining upon it. There was nothing appearing to be special on the box. It was simply corrugated cardboard. It was the only thing in the room that your adjusting eyes could be making out. Room 16 As you awoke, you noticed that your box was damaged, as if packed in a hurry. Within your box were two cans of soup. Both of them seemed to be in healthy order; no bursting at the seams of the can. Besides the cans of soup, there lay a single litre of water. It was in a large plastic bottle and there were no impurities within the water. Then, underneath the food and water, there was a single cloth covering something. Within the cloth was a box cutter beginning to rust away. Finally, there was the phone. The smooth appearance of it was nice and it had a red star hanging from it. It turned itself on and gave a quick chime, as if getting a text message. The screen was filled with words. Hiya! How are ya? Ill be your guide! Nice to meetcha! I see youre new here so lets start with an ez mission! Hmm hmmm hmmmm... Found one. Borrow something from someone~ ヽ(≧ω≦)ﾉ make sure you ask~ Room 7 As you awoke, you noticed that your box was damaged, as if packed in a hurry. Within your box were two cans of soup. Both of them seemed to be in healthy order; no bursting at the seams of the can. Besides the cans of soup, there lay a single litre of water. It was in a large plastic bottle and there were no impurities within the water. Then, underneath the food and water, there was a single cloth covering something. Within the cloth was a revolver. Though, firing this revolver would be a different story. There was no ammunition. None at all. Four out of the six chambers had been welded shut. It was as if you were given a dangerous looking paperweight. Finally, there was the phone. The smooth appearance of it was nice and it had half of a plastic heart hanging from it. It turned itself on and gave a quick chime, as if getting a text message. The screen was filled with words. Hiya! How are ya? Ill be your guide! Nice to meetcha! I see youre new here so lets start with an ez mission! Hmm hmmm hmmmm... Found one. Find your soulmate! ( ≧▽≦)ﾉｼ kya~ how cute! Room 10 As you awoke, you noticed that box. Within your box were two cans of soup. Both of them seemed to be in healthy order; no bursting at the seams of the can. Besides the cans of soup, there lay a single litre of water. It was in a large plastic bottle and there were no impurities within the water. Under the food was a plastic box. Upon opening the second box, there was a syringe along with seven tiny bottles. Four logos were on the top of the tiny jars. Two of them were skulls with crossed bones, two were of a caduceus rod, two were of multiple Zs and one had the words 'You Monster" written upon it. Finally, there was the phone. The smooth appearance of it was nice, along with a skull hanging from one of the corners. It turned itself on and gave a quick chime, as if getting a text message. The screen was filled with words. Hiya! How are ya? Ill be your guide! Nice to meetcha! I see youre new here so lets start with an ez mission! Hmm hmmm hmmmm... Found one. Make a friend! (;￣▽￣) maybe a little bit too easy~ Room 2 As you awoke, you noticed that box. Within your box were two cans of soup. Both of them seemed to be in healthy order; no bursting at the seams of the can. Besides the cans of soup, there lay a single litre of water. It was in a large plastic bottle and there were no impurities within the water. Under the food was a small plastic bag. Within the bag were two small bullets. The bullets would be useful, but there were nothing to fire them with. Finally, there was the phone. The smooth appearance of it was nice, along with half of a plastic heart hanging from the corner. It turned itself on and gave a quick chime, as if getting a text message. The screen was filled with words. Hiya! How are ya? Ill be your guide! Nice to meetcha! I see youre new here so lets start with an ez mission! Hmm hmmm hmmmm... Found one. Find your soulmate! ( ≧▽≦)ﾉｼ kya~ how cute! Room 9 As you awoke, you noticed that box. Within your box were two cans of soup. Both of them seemed to be in healthy order; no bursting at the seams of the can. Besides the cans of soup, there lay a single litre of water. It was in a large plastic bottle and there were no impurities within the water. Under the supplies, a single mattock lay there. Its weight would be the most dangerous part about it. Finally, there was the phone. The smooth appearance of it was nice, along with a bauble of a queen. It turned itself on and gave a quick chime, as if getting a text message. The screen was filled with words. Hiya! How are ya? Ill be your guide! Nice to meetcha! I see youre new here so lets start with an ez mission! Hmm hmmm hmmmm... Found one. Help someone! ( ^ω^)ﾉ how nice~ Despite the nonthreatening tone of the text, something was amiss in your room. You could smell something; the putrid sweetness of outside. It would be a familiar scent, but to what? It smelled as if something was horribly wrong. Room 14 As you awoke, you noticed that your box was damaged, as if packed in a hurry. Within your box were two cans of soup. Both of them seemed to be in healthy order; no bursting at the seams of the can. Besides the cans of soup, there lay a single litre of water. It was in a large plastic bottle and there were no impurities within the water. Then, underneath the food and water, there was a single cloth covering something. Within the cloth was a dull hatchet. A useful tool, but not quite effective. Finally, there was the phone. The smooth appearance of it was nice and it had a figure of a sad man hanging from it. It turned itself on and gave a quick chime, as if getting a text message. The screen was filled with words. Hiya! How are ya? Ill be your guide! Nice to meetcha! I see youre new here so lets start with an ez mission! Hmm hmmm hmmmm... Oh... Whats this? Your birthday happened while you were sleeping~ Happy Birthday~! ☆ミヾ(∇≦((ヾ(≧∇≦)〃))≧∇)ノ彡☆ Do whatever you want just for today~ Go to a dropoff to collect your present~ A Toilet As you awaken, however, you were stuck on the toilet. Not doing private things, however. Blood was all around the stall. Whether it was yours or another person's was unknown. Everything smelled extremely salty, as if the sea was piped into this room. Instead of having a box containing necessary supplies, outside of the stall was bloody corpse with their head was mashed against a wall and a metal pipe lodged into their spine. They were clutching tightly to what little supplies they had when they died. Within were 3 litres of water, 2 cans of soup, some unopened chocolate, and a bloody phone with the bauble of a zero. You couldn't remember anything in the past week. As you got near the phone, a familiar chime sounded. ... Nothing appeared on the phone. The chime sounded again. ... Nothing. Finally, the third and final chime sounded. Welcome back. Make this unhappy man beside you happy.	Future site of a character directory.
7,713	205	1	1,182	1,252	I am confused. I don't know what happened. I don't know why it happend. To my own displeasure, my first first solid thoughts were maybe Dad was right. He couldn't be right with all his world end theories! I rub my head and feel a sharp pain on my wrist. I eye a bandage around it and quickly try to remember if I hurt myself. But my memories are gone for an uncertain time. Maybe a day, maybe a week? Depends on how long I've been out on this uncomfortable bed. My back hurts, so I stretch it into all directions. I take the phone in one hand and the hatchet in the other and think about all of this. It's a situation that I can't control. That's sure. A look around the room gives me the option of either staying here or leaving through the only exit there is, the door. I figure I'd look at the text again closely. First thing I find strange is my birthday. Was this a joke or did I really sleep all the weeks until my birthday?! However, I try to make out what those weird signs mean. But in the end I just decide it must be a birthday kinda thing. Do whatever you want. If that's the case then I decide to get the hell outta here. I am very sure that I somehow am being watched. I just have this feeling. My mind tries to process it all and stay clear. But slowly I seem to get how dangerous the situation is. Panic rises inside of me, my heart beat quickens to an unbelievable pace until I can hear nothing but my own heart beat. I breathe in and out, trying to calm myself down. This situation is crazy. It seems like someone has kidnapped me! But this is not possible. I think about what they could want from me, but I only get to the point where I believe that this psychopath just likes to play games. The best thing I can do is investigate a way to survive this. I sit down on the floor and check my body. Besides the wrist bandage I seem unharmed. I need to collect as many information as possible. So I start to slowly undo the bandage to see what kind of wound I am suffering from.	Name: "Cleo" (Cleopatra Stardust Hasting) Age: 20 Gender: Female Appearance: Better known looking like this. Now she rather goes like this and hopes nobody will recognize her. Personality: Emotional, easily hurt, very naive, desperately seeking for love, confident, brave Backstory: Cleo was born to an old, rich family. Everybody knows the last name Hasting. Her family was one of the left over royals, that had made it through the centuries. Her mother Linda was a strict woman, who cared the most about image and popularity. She was a famous model, pictures of her were everywhere around the world. Her father Hoziar Hasting IV was a crazy scientist. Crazy indeed. He believed that all of them were in dear danger at all times, being asked why he thought that, he would flip and yell the "obvious" dangers in the world to their family. He was a loving father nevertheless - that is when he was home. He worked almost 24/7 on some projects he never talked about. Still Cleo loved him dearly. He taught her how to play chess and sometimes he would let her win. Being protective as much as he could, he ordered that his little princess would learn defense and offense of any kind from a young age on. So Cleo learn how to fight and protect herself. When she reached the age of 8, her father taught her how to use several different guns and their bonding time would be whenever he got the chance to give it a few shots with his daughter. Her mother on the other side was too focused on the image her only daughter would throw onto the family. As soon as the girl could walk, she put her in any class she found "presentable". And so Cleo learnt how to dance and do arts and she had music class where she would be taught several intruments and singing. Karate class, gymnastic and swim class were on the list too. And nothing less but perfection was acceptable. The girl was very lonely, she didn't get to go out to play and make friends at all. Whenever her mother decided to step out with her tons of cameras appeared, and their desitnation was always either a shopping ceter, a spa or another of her classes. Cleopatra was home schooled and received top grades, since nothing less was acceptable. But that trapped her in the house while others went to catch the bus and talk with friends on the ride. She never had time to make any friends. She did meet some other kids in swim class and dance class, but was never able to meet up with them outside the classroom. As a lonely child she came up with imaginary friends, until her mother caught her talking to "ghosts" and told her she would curse the house. Several years later, when Cleo reached the age of 12, her father had one of his bad phases again. Thinking any minute the world would turn back into a jungle full of wild animals, he got someone to teach Cleopatra survival training. The young girl protested hard, but like always she had no say. Cleo has been all up on the news and magazines since her birth. Wanting to change that, she left her family and went out on her own. That was a few months back from now. Cleopatra changed her hair to a darker brown, she changed her whole appearance, named herself Cleo instead of Cleopatra and tried to live as a free woman. She worked at a ice cream shop, that served beverages and fish & chips as well. (Okaaaay.) She screwed up the first 15 days and the first 30 meals. But now she got the hang of it. (Dad should've taught me that instead!) Talents: Duo to her intense training and classes, she is almost unbeatable to everything physical. On the other side of the table, she is not a great thinker and not good with words either. She has average knowledge, but maths and logic, even problem solving is hard for her. She is not afraid to attampt any kind of physical competition, she is confident about that. She is fast, silent on her toes and has great balance. Cleo is not afraid of highs at all, but she's very afraid of rejection - she wants to make friends badly. Other: Cleo is bisexual, but had no experience in love yet whatsoever. And she still thinks she is straight. Cleo craves love and physical contact very much, since she had almost none all her life. (To her name: Cleopatra does not like her name. Her mother named her after Cleopatra, because she hoped the girl would turn out to be like her. Her father named her Stardust, because he was obsessed with astronomy when she was born. Cleo thinks that both are two very stupid reasons to name their child that, but she can't control that. Sadly.)
7,714	205	2	571	277	Irina was rubbing her nose. Something smelled rancid, but she couldn’t figure out what. The stench was making her sinus’s itch, the feeling one gets right before sneezing. Her eyes watered, and with a rough palm she tried to clear her blurred vision. Irina could feel the goosebumps on her skin. Sitting on the cold cement, and the overall temperature of the room did not help. She worried that she would get sick. Irina sniffed, and tried her hardest not to cry. Mother always hated cry-babies. Irina had stared at the phone for a few minutes already. She was in a slight state of shock. The room had no windows, no clocks, she couldn’t tell what day it was or the time. Much less where she was. This had to be some kind of stupid joke, she thought to herself. Right? The pain in her wrist told her otherwise. She inspected the cans of soup; Chicken Noodle and Cream of Mushroom. Irina made a face at the cream of mushroom, but didn’t say anything before putting both back in the box. Her mouth was dry, but she didn’t want to waste any water. She would drink later. Wasting no time, Irina picked up the mattock. It was heavy, but not really something she wasn’t used to. In fact, she remembered having one of these on the farm with her grandparents. She smiled slightly at the memory, but it soon turned bitter. She had to get out of here. Using the mattock, she started sifting through the piles to trashed objects, hoping to find something of value. Irina coughed, the smell was starting to give her a headache. After digging through all the separate piles, Irina put whatever she found(if anything) into the box with her things. Swinging the mattock over her shoulder, Irina approached the door. She pressed an ear up against it, and tried the handle. She didn’t notice that her hands were shaking.	Name: Irina Mehlakova Age: 23 Gender: Female Appearance: Irina is a rather average looking girl. She stands at 5’4” and was roughly 135 lbs last time she checked. Working on the farm has given her strong arms and legs, and the muscle definition can clearly be seen. Her eyes are a light green, speckled with brown and her skin has a warm tan to it. Her hands are rough and calloused, from years of hard work. Backstory: Irina’s whole family, grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, everyone, moved from Russia over to the small neighboring country of Latvia when she was very little. She doesn’t remember much of that time, but clearly recalls the long train ride from St. Petersburg all the way to Riga, Latvia. Her grandparents had bought a small farm just outside of the capital and for a very long time all 15 or 16 of them lived in that small wooden cottage. Soon, her parents bought an apartment in the city, but Irina chose to stay with her grandparents. On the farm they owned; two goats, a mother and her son, a cow, a flock of chickens and various cats and dogs that would come and go as they pleased. Irina’s grandparents were old, and her grandfather had suffered a stroke back in Russia, so his mobility was limited. But together they planted fruits and vegetables, they looked after their small patch of land and even renovated the house a bit. Her jobs often included; tending to the garden, taking care of the animals, herding the goats and chickens through the woods by the farm, and hunting for extra food. Personality: Working in order to survive, Irina grew up responsible and caring. She is a kind soul, especially to animals and anything involving nature. However, she is hardheaded and can be stubborn. Having never finished her schooling, Irina isn’t very well rounded in things like science, or History, but she has a passion for reading. Sometimes, Irina can be very straight forward, it comes with the way she was raised, and because of this she sometimes struggles making friends. She’ll tell you exactly what’s on her mind, without even a second thought. Talents: Tri-Lingual (Russian, English, Latvian in order of proficiency), Excellent reader, Can identify many plant and animal species just by looking at them, quick-witted, sharp tongue, very strong in her arms and legs, can walk/run for extended periods of time. Knows how to use a gun and is a fairly good shot. Other: Sometimes she sings to herself. If she’s angry or stressed, Irina might start speaking in all 3 languages at once. Loves stories. Pansexual.
7,715	205	3	693	1,154	Room 16 Aedin stared at the ceiling, while the hardness of the bed wasn't something he was unfamiliar with; the fact that he had a roof over his head was. Where was he? He wasn't in chains, so none of the gangs that he had intruded on had caught him. The air was too cool to be San Fransisco. He spent a few minutes laying there staring at the bandages on his arm. When did this happen? He sighed heavily. "Another day in paradise." He steadily stood up and looked around the room. While it was a slight improvement from his hiding place on the streets the litter on the floor was nothing new to his eyes. His attention quickly fell to the box being shone in the light. He looked inside and saw the cans and water and nodded. He was about to look away when he saw there was a cloth underneath and he picked up the cans and pulled the cloth out revealing the rusting box cutter underneath and a phone. "What the heck is going on?" By now Aedin was really confused and disturbed by his situation. He then saw the phone light up and ping a message. Aedin picked it up and read it. Hiya! How are ya? Ill be your guide! Nice to meetcha! I see youre new here so lets start with an ez mission! Hmm hmmm hmmmm... Found one. Borrow something from someone~ ヽ(≧ω≦)ﾉ make sure you ask~ Aedin blinked a few times. So, he wasn't alone here? Pretty quick to gather that. "What is this?" Slowly he started writing a message back. He was unused to cell phones except for the occasional theft and sale of the things. Although with GPS tracking lately, that became very risky to do. He never really used the things though, although he had spent plenty of time watching people use them. Wher am I? Wht d u want wit me? R u with the King Street Wolves? I kno they do stuf lik this. He awkwardly pressed the send button and frowned. He didn't care much for phones and didn't trust the things. He also felt that getting rid of this one would be costly. Aedin felt a bit hungry and thirsty, so he took a swig of water and tore open a can of Beef Stew and basically drank it down chomping down on bit and pieces of it as needed. He then waited and watched the phone for a response.	Name: Aedin Demavend Age: 19 Gender: Male Personality: Aedin is a survivor used to the loner life. He works well with others, but only as a means to meet his personal goals. He's a fast thinker with a sarcastic attitude. He doesn't like overextending his physical limits. Morals never enter the picture for him, only his self-serving needs. Backstory: Homelessness is all Aedin knows. He grew up being raised by a homeless father that looked to take care of his own needs first and then Aedin's second. From a young age, Aedin had to grow up fast to survive. He learned how to steal by using others as a distraction. Of course he had his mess ups and close calls, but he was lucky enough to never be caught by the police. He always dealt with the problems he could with sarcasm, and even with the problems he couldn't deal with he used it. He eventually got out of the city he grew up in after he turned 16 and he did it to get away from his father. He wanted to set up his own stomping grounds elsewhere. He settled down in San Fransisco and quickly found a spot he could use as a base of operations. There were gangs here that he had to learn to respect, but if he could get away with it he rather enjoyed ripping them off. He ended up building a small crew himself, but he couldn't call any one of them a friend as they all were only using each other and he knew it. Talents: Improvisation - A fast thinker has to think on his feet, and a little bit of imagination can (limitedly) go a long way. Street Fighting - Who needs to fight fair where you have to fight to survive? On the street everything is a weapon even the dirt. Petty Theft - Gotta knack for stealing things. Oh, this phone? I'm just borrowing it. Other: Bringing up his father is a bad idea.
7,716	205	4	2,372	423	What...what the fuck? Justin stared blankly at the contents of the box, his hands gripping on the edges so hard that his knuckles turned white. But after awhile one of his wrists started to hurt, and that was when he noticed that it was bandaged. He blinked several times, slowly letting go of the box and turning his hand over, and rotated it gingerly. He winced at how stiff it was, and released an anxious, shaky sigh. How did he get hurt? Hell, more importantly, where in the world is he and how did he get here? It had only been mere minutes after he had woken up in a panicked stupor, flinging himself out of bed in a stance that was ready to defend himself. But he had woken up to an eerie silence, and the only thing in the room with him was a lonely box that sat in the middle of the room. Unfortunately, after looking through the contents, he was just as confused as ever, if not more. Slowly, Justin got up and took in a deep breath. When his nerves calmed from a violent trembling to a nervous shake, he slowly spun on his heels and did a 360 degree turn to get his bearings. Of course, he had no fucking clue where he was. But it seemed like he was trapped in a room, surrounded by grim concrete that seemed to have a claustrophobic effect on him even though it was quite spacious. It was also quite dirty, and despite being scared out of his mind, he found a way to be grateful that he had awoken on a relatively...'cleaner' mattress. The room was pretty much bare, save for a door that stood at the opposite side of the wall. When there was not much else to see around dull room, Justin began to inspect himself instead. First, he patted himself down to check if there were any other injuries that were not accounted for. Secondly, he focused on the clothing that he was wearing. Thankfully, he recognized the attire that he was wearing: a simple navy-blue long-sleeve, charcoal-colored jeans, and white sneakers. Thank God he was not molested when he was knocked out and ended up here. Or if he did...well, he didn't feel particularly violated so he hoped it to be a positive indicator that he wasn't. When everything checked out, he turned his attention to the box on the floor. Justin hesitated for a moment, but groaned at his own cowardice before clenching his fist and knelt before the strange package. Looking through it once more, he made note of what was inside the box: Two canned soups, heavy with unspoiled broth, it seemed. A litre of water, tightly sealed an unopened. Well, this was a good sign - at least he wouldn't have to starve anytime soon. Luckily, he did not feel hungry nor thirsty, and he knew his body to a point where he was certain he could ration the food to last him at least a full day or two. But it was the second, small box that unnerved him the most: a box with a syringe, followed by seven small jars of what seemed to be drugs that could fill it up. Even to someone without extensive medical knowledge like his, they could guess the contents of the jars just by looking at the symbols etched on them: two poisons, two medicines, two soporific drugs and...and the last one, he had know clue. "You Monster"? The hell if he knew what that meant. Lips pursed and jaws clenched, he rummaged the contents of his box one more time before sealing it close. With a sigh he stood back up with the small, peculiar phone in his hand. He looked at the text once more, then at the skull charm that hung from it. Pocketing it, Justin proceeded towards the door, box tucked firmly under an arm. When he tried the doorknob, he found it to be unlocked - so with determination, he swung it forward with force. He gulped as he peered out: A door was a few feet in front of him. His room seemed have have been situated in a hallway, across from another room. Before he could even react to his new surrounding, Kevin could hear a sound coming from down the hallway to his right - was that another door opening? Kevin gulped, his body beginning to shake again as fear crept up his spine and finally he realized how fucked up his situation was. Where in the hell was he? What the fuck was going on? Kevin closed his eyes, groaned to himself, and steeled his body into rigidness. There was no use standing here and pissing his pants. After all, he had a "mission" to accomplish. Make a friend, huh? Let's damn well hope that the noise he heard was from a kind stranger such as he. He walked out into the hallway, closed the door behind him, and made his way right. (Justin is heading towards Room 9.)	Name: Justin Mai Age: 21 Gender: Male Appearance: Dark-brown, short chic hair that is usually kept neat and styled in a charming manner that frames his angular face quite well. He is of mixed ethnicity - his father being Chinese and his mother from the States. Because of his multiracial traits, his eyes are colored hazel are more of a rounded almond shape. He has an olive-colored complexion, inheriting the darker skin tones from his father. Being Chinese-American, he stands at a shorter-than-average height than his fully Caucasian peers, but only by a little. Though sporting a thin frame, his athleticism over the years have made his body quite sturdy, though it doesn't quite show underneath his usual fitted clothing. For his attire, he usually wears things that are pretty casual but stylish with darker colors. Personality: Charming, laid-back, and sociable, Justin is a young man who is in the prime of his years. He radiates youth with his optimism as well as show it by partaking in silly risks and living his days with a splash of adventure and mischief. His confidence is backed by his stubbornness, a disastrous combination that usually leads him into trouble. Still, he is intelligent enough to never put himself and those around him in any real danger, as he knows he cannot forsake the future he had worked so hard for. Because of his casual demeanor, he is quite charismatic and approachable. He carries a conversation as smooth as silk and has the ability to dissuade most tension in a situation with his logical and refreshing words. He can be really understanding but conversely, it's difficult for him to open up - but he hides it very well. In most cases, this makes him quite the liar, though he tries not to without good reason. He is more persuasive than intimidating, which is both a strength and weaknesses depending on the situation. Usually he is level-headed and can be analytical with his surroundings, and though his fuse is long, there are things that can quickly set off his temper and make him quite rash. But again, he is able to mask his weakness quite well. Backstory: His father was a descendant of Chinese immigrants who had came over to the United States during WWII. Though having grown up in San Diego, California since he was born, Justin's father and his grandparents were quite traditional with their Chinese roots. It was only after his father was in high school, where he met his American mother, that his sense of tradition began to fade and instead became quite 'westernized' himself. So when Justin was born many years later, he was raised primarily on American values and principles, with his Chinese heritage being sprinkled in here and there. Justin grew up in a household of an average, middle-class nuclear family with him being the only child. His parents are hard workers, with his dad being a small-time manager of a metalworking company and his mom a receptionist at a local hospital. He himself is in his third year of University, just finishing up the remaining of his pre-requisites to apply for an externship that would finish off his medical imaging degree. He is quite adept with his major, having taken interest in Anatomy and Physiology since his early high-school days. He knows a lot about the human body, as well as having the basic fundamentals of pathology and medicine ingrained in his head after years of hard studying for his future profession. On his down-times, Justin participates in various cardio and weight-bearing exercises so that he may keep in shape for his kickboxing hobby in Muay Thai. Though he lives on his own now, he still frequents his parents quite regularly as he his close with his family. Though he is quite sociable at school and well-known, he only hangs out with a select group of individuals that he calls his closest friends. Talents: Being a student of a major that branches off of medicine, he is quite adept at first aid and giving out diagnoses and prognoses. Though his initial knowledge is severely limited, as long as the pathology is not too rare or complex, he's able to establish a very broad idea of what it is, and therefor, can maybe procure some sort of temporary remedy, if not being able to cure it without proper medicine. As a practioner of Muay Thai, he is capable of self-defense but only to a limited extent. He has a small sparring background, and has only been training for a year. Other: He loves sweets, and usually carries around some sort of small candy in his pockets.
7,717	205	5	2,374	27	The first thing Tim was aware of was a dull ache in his wrist. Then it was the smell. A salty, putrid smell. It didn't smell anything like his heavily Windexed room at home, and so Tim shut his eyes tighter, hoping to escape this dream for another one soon. But instead of slipping back into unconsciousness, the dream continued to flesh itself out as Tim became aware of a stiffness in his joints and the distinct feeling of a toilet seat under his ass. The ache in his wrist turned into a dull pounding, then into a throbbing pain, strong enough to make Tim force his eyes open. Tim looked down at his hands and shoes, at first not recognizing them in this new context. Yes, those were his knobby, boney pale hands in his lap and, yes those were his plain black work shoes, slightly worn, planted in the ground. But there were no accounting papers in his hands, no office rug under his feet. Instead, he was in a toilet stall. A curiously red, smelly toilet stall. How funny to fall asleep here. Maybe not a story to share on a first date with someone, but it was more interesting then his normal routine. Tim shifted to stand up and some of the red flaked off of the toilet seat. Tim leaned forward, inspecting the paint. It was uneven and spattered about, somewhat like a Pollock painting. Tim scratched at a bit of it on the stall wall, sniffed it. What strange smelling paint, he thought. Not paint, replied some working part of his brain. The ache at his wrist continued, but suddenly Tim was more concerned about getting home for a shower. That was when he opened the stall door and noticed the body. What an intricate dummy of a corpse stabbed by a pipe, thought Tim and not a dummy, replied the voice in Tim's head. There was a phone on the corpse, and as Tim slowly stepped out of the bathroom stall, it rang. Twice. What a familiar sound, thought Tim, though he wasn't sure why. On the third ring, a text message appeared, "Welcome back. Make this unhappy man beside you happy." Welcome back. Welcome back? Forget whatever the message said. He could figure that out later. Tim stood up, the phone still in his hand and pressed his weight against the bathroom exit.	Name: Tim Age: 26 Gender: Male Appearance: Tall and lanky, with knobby wrists and hands. He is pasty as he spends all his time indoors as an accountant at an accounting firm. His eyes and cheeks seem to sink into his skull more with each passing year. Personality: Tim is boring. He is safe and nice enough to snag the occasional girlfriend, but too boring and unfunny for any lasting relationships. Tim feels lonely, bored, and unfulfilled. After studying hard in high school and college to get a promising future, Tim feels lied to and a bit worthless. Don't misunderstand, the job does pay well, but the hours are long and repetitive and Tim's bosses have noticed a steady decline in his motivation and overall attitude. Perhaps what Tim needs is some change in his life. Backstory: Raised in a lower-middle class family with a younger and older sibling, the importance of work ethic was heavily stressed during Tim's upbringing. His parents were immigrants and heavy believers in the American Dream. He got above average grades in high school, but attended an average college since they gave him the best scholarship offer. Talents: Tim is very good at blending in. He is almost unnoticeable, and his lack of any interesting traits mean he can fit into almost any group at least temporarily. Other: When he was younger, Tim loved reading adventure novels. To this day, the "safe space" in his head is based entirely on his favorite adventure series, Redwall Alley, which featured talking mice and squirrels.
7,718	205	6	1,960	260	Austin’s arm was numb. As he started to wake, Austin noticed he was sleeping right on top of it. Pins and needles buzzed up his arm as the blurry grey background started to come back into focus. His whole body felt stiff and uncomfortable as he rolled into a sitting position on the dense mattress. Just as he was regaining feeling in the one arm, sharp pain spiked up the other as his hand brushed the rough bandage on the other. “Shit…” he muttered under his breath. His hand danced delicately over the edge of it as he finally realized what was going on. Grey walls and trashed surroundings hit him like a sledgehammer as he shook his head. His eyes went shut. Three… Two… One… Okay, he thought to himself, Let’s recap. Physical… Two? Three? No, Two. It wasn’t too bad, just shocking. Mentally… Mentally he was fine. A little confused and disoriented, but that led more into his emotional score – about a three a four. Things were fine right now. It could always get worse… but he needed to keep track of himself. Austin hadn’t done all that research into human psychology just to panic the first time he was thrown into an unusual situation. Handle what you could for now, then worry about what’s out of your control later. He did a scan of the room, brushing messy hair out of his face before his eyes fell to the beat-up cardboard box in the centre of the room. It was frayed at the edges and dented in several places. There was even packing tape peeled at the edges as though it hadn’t been applied properly. Slowly, he stood up and walked at a slow gait in an attempt to get the blood flowing again through his stiff muscles. Hands found their way to the edges of the box before they tore at the cardboard to reveal the contents inside. The soup got stacked to the side of the box, with the bottle of water next. At least survival wasn’t impossible. He didn’t feel like he needed it right now. Instead, his eyes went to the phone plastered to the next of the cardboard box. Austin hesitated as it started to buzz. Carefully he removed it from the box, staring at the friendly text waiting for him. Find your soulmate? Okay, Austin could admit he wasn’t doing to well in the love department recently, but this was pushing it to ridiculous lengths. “Okay, is this some kind of prank?” He scoffed, staring around the edges of the room, “Alright guys, I know I haven’t been the best at hanging out recently, but this is a little absurd isn’t it?” He expected some kind of response, yet nothing came. Austin scrambled for his own phone in his pocket, finding nothing it its stead. All he had was this strange little phone with a small half-heart bauble and the strange smiley speaking message. Just as he was about to step away, he turned back to the box, seeing there was still something hidden underneath a layer of thin fabric. He pulled it away. His reaction ended with his back banging into the metal front of the ugly bed. His eyes stared wide at the revolver. It stared back with a menacing gleam. Who planted a gun in here? Where the hell did it come from. He’d never seen a gun before, but he approached with morbid curiosity. A few fingers picked it up by the handle. A hand moved towards the trigger, but then it led down to the chambers of the revolver. It was empty. Heck, most of them you couldn’t even load a bullet. Breath let out of his chest like a heavy weight release. He put the gun in the box, back with the soup and water as he pushed the cardboard box back under the bed. He might need it later, but it was too much to carry it around. The phone took its normal spot in his back pocket as he looked up towards the door. His only lead was finding his “soulmate”, whatever that meant. So carefully he opened the door and shut it behind him. He noticed a faded yellow “10” painted on the door. Another door was right across from him, and he heard loud footsteps moving off in the other direction. There wouldn’t be more leads until he could find more people, so he followed after the faceless feet. “Hey,” he shouted, “Does anybody know what the hell is going on?”	Name: Austin Reid Age: 20 Gender: Male Appearance: Short swept hair, and a tall, firm frame keep this man solid in a consistent stance. His shoulders aren’t too broad, nor his legs too thick. His pride is apparent on his stance, but he isn’t one to let it become apparent. He likes tighter t-shirts and jeans, and bright colours are definitely his style. In fact, a few layers of his hair are coloured in a vibrant pink Personality: Austin is confident, but it comes in twofold. On one side he’s willing to admit he’s wrong and allow other people to take the lead because he’s confident in his own skills. On the other side, his pride can often get the best of him, especially when it relates to his talents. Otherwise he has a soft bravado with a quiet presence, as if denying the brightness, he tries to bring to his appearance. He isn’t afraid of who he is. You either love him or hate him, trust him or deny him, but either way he doesn’t care. He trusts that he can handle whatever situation that’s thrown at him. If he can’t, then someone he knows should be able to figure it out. At least until things get dangerous. His confidence takes a serious downfall if in the face of danger. Like his flirting style, any confidence behind his words stumble and fade away when challenged by someone else. He won’t run away, per se, but he can find the whole situation to be overwhelming pretty quickly and crack under the pressure. Also he’s a pretty serious flirt. Backstory: Being a Psych major with a serious passion for his field, Austin grew up spending a lot of his time understanding people. He’d read up almost any book he could find on the subject, or books based on romance and friendships. Novels were something he’d spend every free hour consuming until he started becoming friends with people. His priorities were always pretty straight. First focus on becoming a therapist, then on relationships, then reading. It was around high school age that romantic relationships entered that cycle. He’d end up with many relationships with many different people, but end up breaking them off a month or two later. He searched for the “perfect” relationship, believing that somewhere in all of his empathy and research he would be able to find it. That has not been achieved quite yet. Currently in the throes of his third year of school, romantic relationships needed to take a backseat for the work he was doing, involving plenty of extra credit doing research for numerous psychology professors. He was going to be one of the best therapists, and that meant he needed to do as much work as possible. It was some research into old case files at a ghostly asylum that he remembered reading last. Talents: Austin is a master of empathy, and he’s very good at judging current emotions or sanity levels in other people just by looking at them or sharing a short conversation. He can read and speak in most languages, although he sticks to English mostly (thanks to a lot of time spent wanting to understand books of various different languages). Austin’s an expert in language and logic-based puzzles as long as he’s given time to figure it out, though he cracks under pressure. Other: He tends to keep people in his head on various scales. A mental, physical, and emotional chart from 1-10 so he can keep track of how people are doing. Usually he also keeps notes on this, but he can usually keep a decent mental map if he needs to. Also not really important but Austin’s pan so romantic relationships can be with practically anyone.
7,719	205	7	1,142	1,144	Rhiannon huddled in the corner of the room, dimly aware that she was almost certainly standing in whatever was causing the room to smell. The room was cold and she wasn't wearing a jumper; just a thin shirt but at least it had long sleeves so she might survive a couple of minutes longer in whatever horror film she had apparently been dropped into. From the moment she had woken up her dormant anxiety and fears burst to the fore and she retreated to a corner to have a minor panic attack, her brain too overloaded to process everything around her at once. Is this them getting back at me? No, they have no money left and the others are on jail. Karma? Don't be stupid Rhian, you've not earned any bad karma. Well, no less than the next person. The box in the centre of the room both intrigued and terrified her, the only light in the room eerily highlighting it so that she had difficult focusing on anything else. Still, there wasn't that much else to try and analyse besides the mangy bed and the various smatterings of rubbish around the room. The box would give her a clue as to why she was here and so she crept towards it, expecting a trap or anything else her over-clocked imagination could create. "Still, can't be worse than it is now." She opened the box and peered inside. The soup and the water inside were welcome sights but gave no clue to the bigger question of why she was here. "Looks like they expect me to feed myself, no guard to bring meals I guess." Rhian found that talking herself through her thoughts helped keep the anxiety at bay; there was no around so she felt no embarrassment and the one-sided conversation. The bullets in the bag sent her blood-pressure sky-rocketing for a brief moment but the absence of a weapon calmed her down. They weren't expecting her to commit suicide or anything like that, apparently. Whoever 'they' were, that was. Then something buzzed in the box and she found a phone underneath the plastic bag containing the bullets. It had buzzed once. "A text?" She turned the phone screen on and saw the notification icon: one message. The contents disturbed her but nothing more than anything in this place. "Find your soulmate? So there's others here then... what the fuck?" She raised the phone to throw it but held back at the last moment, a voice of caution telling her that this phone was probably her ticket out of here one way or another. "Fine, let's play this game." She muttered as she slid the phone into her back pocket, the half plastic heart hanging out slightly. The soup she stowed under the bed but it was so woefully thin that it was clearly visible even from the door. "Well, here goes." Rhian pushed the door open, water bottle clutched in her left hand and the right unconsciously curled into a fist as she stepped into the barren hallway. She considered calling out but thought better of it, there was no telling who else was here with her, and so started walking cautiously down the hall to the left of her door.	Name: Rhiannon Jones Age: 20 Gender: Female Appearance: Average height for a woman, thin and toned from a lifestyle of manual labour with skin so pale she looks like a ghost, Rhiannon is someone you take notice of. Her hair is a deep red and long enough to fall past her shoulder blades when let loose although she'll almost always tie it up into a ponytail for practicality's sake. The brightness of her hair nearly washes out the colour of skin, perhaps it might if not for her blue-green eyes which add much needed colour to her ghostly features. She has large irises, giving her an innocent and trusting expression when at rest. Despite her apparent physical fitness, this young woman always seems to be slouching, almost cowering, as if expecting a blow to strike her at any given moment and her movements are furtive; short and quick in a manner designed to avoid attention. Personality: Rhiannon has a nervous disposition and tends to avoid large crowds or interacting with people she does not know. She has very few safe zones and will not willingly venture out of them where possible. However, when pressed she can be quite the conversationalist demonstrating a quick wit and an enormous capacity for both empathy and sympathy. She will rarely act for others and looks to protect herself first and foremost, a pessimistic attitude that assumes that she will barely be able to do just that. Backstory: Her story is not overly complicated, nor, sadly, unusual. Born into a family whose other members died during her pre-memory years, Rhiannon was shipped off to a distant branch of her grandparents' descendants who showed little interest in her existence. As far as they were concerned, she was another mouth to feed until she was old enough to be of use in the fields. She received a smattering of basic education, that which she obliged to be given by law, but nothing extra was spent on her learning that could be better invested in the family business which never seemed to be anything but on the verge of bankruptcy. When she left schooling age, Rhiannon was not given an option for furthering her studies despite her great many academic interests and her apparent capacity to pursue such topics; now she could work full time on the farm and there was not another option given to her. Any mention of interests that did not coincide with her aunt or uncle, or their children for that matter, was enough to earn a physical lesson in obedience. Rhiannon learned from a young age that nothing would come from voicing her concerns, opinions or hopes and so she kept her head down and worked as she was directed to. From the physical labour she gained strength and also a resilience, the result of physical and verbal beatings from her loving family. Then accidents began to happen. One of her cousins had an unfortunate encounter with one of the farm vehicles and the young girl was blamed and beaten. Two months passed and another apparently drank herself to death, her corpse found in the morning with a death-mask grin on her face. Rhiannon's family blamed her, for she had brought bad luck on them from the beginning, had she not? Of course, they took every opportunity to beat her. One of the local officials noticed the young woman's bruises, standing out stark against her white skin, despite her 'attempts' to conceal them. By the time she turned twenty, Rhiannon ran the family business with her remaining family too busy standing murder and domestic abuse charges to maintain the farm any longer. Talents: Manipulation - Rhiannon knows how to push others' buttons and what character to play to get her way. Years spent under the thumb of an abusive family has corrupted her personality into one which thinks nothing of toying with others' emotions or livelihoods to benefit her own future. A good listener - She may be manipulative but this young woman can and does care for some people and is willing to sit while another talks away all their troubles, interjecting at moments to ask for details to express sympathy/outrage when required. Thanks to her own troubled life she understands pain and strife and will not judge others for the pasts they have endured. Other: Rhiannon is bisexual although she has a hard time making any kind of connection with anyone, casual or serious.
7,720	205	8	2,182	991	Room 14 As you unravel the bandage around your wrist, you notice that the wound that you thought was inflicted was much more than what was actually inflicted upon you. Three holes. The two smaller ones had already begun to scab over while the larger of the three had just begun to heal. The wounds were reminiscent of a hospital IV. Upon looking closer, however, a faint inking of a stamp lay under the three wounds. III; the symbol was about to fade, but that is what your eyes could make out of it. It would probably be a good idea to explore the outside. Outside Room 9 As you sifted through the piles of trash in your room, you found two things that seemed to be of importance. An ordinary latchkey on a thin rope connected to a cassette tape by a thin red string. Though, the cassette would be a larger mystery of the two. In this day and age, who had a cassette deck? As you attempted to open the door, it dragged itself open. The putrid scent rushed you rapidly. On the other side of the hall, which was more akin to a road, there was a body laying against the door on the other side. The body was most definitely a woman. Their hair drooped over their face. It didn't appear as though they were dead; however, that was only until you looked down. Coming from a tear in their shirt, intestines fell out onto their legs. Blood was everywhere; it was hard to discern the qualities of the body because of it. But, those intestines were rather large. It appeared the smell had been coming from that. Room 16 As you sent the text message, small words appeared under your message. Message could not send. Not connected to network. The app then seized, and the screen turned black. After a brief period, the phone displayed the home screen again. Then, another message came through. You dont need to text me~ (;￣▽￣) i can hear and see just fine Outside of the Washroom As you push on the washroom door, it opened rather easily. The smell of salt wafted outside of the room and it became slightly more bearable. On the opposite side of the wall, you notice that there was another door. On the wall, however, was a small dumbwaiter that was closed by a thin layer of metal sheeting inside of the wall. The only thing left was the dark hallway. Light seemed to sparse, but there was a path out from the washroom. Outside Room 2 (and the hallway to the left) As you walk outside of your room, you decided to walk to the left. Light was scarce. You could make out a door on the other side of the hall from your room. As you walked farther, you could see two more rooms. One to the left, one to the right. A small salty smell came through as you walked, as if you were walking towards the shore. Outside Room 10 As you left your room, you could barely make out your right. The light in the hallway flickered every once in a while, but it was impossible to see more than ten meters in front of you. The light in front of your room was much brighter, but it still didn't give off enough light to see farther than your own rooms. You could barely make see two more buildings to the left and right of the path that you took. From behind, you hear a shout, as if someone was trying to get your attention. Outside Room 7 As you leave your room, you see the same as the other man. Barely enough light to see what was going on in the hallway. Still, the other man was close enough for you to easily call him and see him.	Future site of a character directory.
7,721	205	9	693	1,154	Room 16 Aedin's ears turned red with his embarrassment. Not only had he made a fool of himself by sending a terribly written message, but he also messed up by not even considering the fact that there may be a listening device somewhere. "Awww crap. Best. Day. Ever." He mumbled under his breath. He cleared his throat and did a somewhat grandiose gesture with his arms and hands. As if he was showing off to an audience. He spun around the room scanning for cameras as he went. "Aight, is this a prank or something? Or is there some greater scheme behind this bagging and tagging?" He lightly patted his bandaged arm and winced in pain after he did. Now that he thought of it this didn't seem like a King Street Wolves kind of act. Something was too game-showy about this. "I see we got food and water. We got something of a job. Is this some kind of sick reality show?" He didn't like being caged, but it didn't seem like his captors wanted to immediately kill him or anyone else here. He checked the screen of the phone and waited for the response.	Name: Aedin Demavend Age: 19 Gender: Male Personality: Aedin is a survivor used to the loner life. He works well with others, but only as a means to meet his personal goals. He's a fast thinker with a sarcastic attitude. He doesn't like overextending his physical limits. Morals never enter the picture for him, only his self-serving needs. Backstory: Homelessness is all Aedin knows. He grew up being raised by a homeless father that looked to take care of his own needs first and then Aedin's second. From a young age, Aedin had to grow up fast to survive. He learned how to steal by using others as a distraction. Of course he had his mess ups and close calls, but he was lucky enough to never be caught by the police. He always dealt with the problems he could with sarcasm, and even with the problems he couldn't deal with he used it. He eventually got out of the city he grew up in after he turned 16 and he did it to get away from his father. He wanted to set up his own stomping grounds elsewhere. He settled down in San Fransisco and quickly found a spot he could use as a base of operations. There were gangs here that he had to learn to respect, but if he could get away with it he rather enjoyed ripping them off. He ended up building a small crew himself, but he couldn't call any one of them a friend as they all were only using each other and he knew it. Talents: Improvisation - A fast thinker has to think on his feet, and a little bit of imagination can (limitedly) go a long way. Street Fighting - Who needs to fight fair where you have to fight to survive? On the street everything is a weapon even the dirt. Petty Theft - Gotta knack for stealing things. Oh, this phone? I'm just borrowing it. Other: Bringing up his father is a bad idea.
7,722	205	10	2,372	423	Oh, shit... Justin mumbled to himself as he stopped after a few steps forward from his room. In front of him was a blackness that could not be pierced with the miserable light that leaked from a bulb outside of his room. Every few seconds or so the lights overhead would flicker, but that did nothing but disorient the young man even further. His chest began to tighten as he suddenly felt as if the darkness was eating up all the oxygen within this damned place. Justin forced himself to move forward, but ended up cursing to himself again when his knees started to buckle. There was no way he can steel himself against this terrifying darkness, no matter how courageous he may be before this insane kidnapping, or whatever the fuck that happened to him. So he slumped against the wall, back pressed against the cold concrete with gritted teeth. He forced himself to calm down, to slow his heartbeat and to sharpen his senses. If he was planning to get out of this alive, he would need to learn how to adapt to this hellhole and fast. So with a clearer mind, he began to assess his situation. First of all, this is no ordinary kidnapping. The number one clue to this is the mysterious 'care' package he received, along with the sleek cellphone that held the eerie wake-up message. No ordinary abduction would go to these lengths, and that brings him to the realization of another mystery - if he's not being held as a hostage for ransom, or not to be sold in some twisted underground trafficking market, then why was he here? What was the point in all of this...this elaborateness? If they wanted to kill him, the would have already done so. Instead, they gave him a days worth of food, along with a damned syringe that is to be used with a set of unknown drugs. No, this is something much more than a kidnapping, and there is a reason why he was brought to this place. He could somehow feel the malicious intent seeping in the atmosphere as he came to a conclusion: someone is conducting this twisted orchestra from behind the shadows, and he knows that he is being watched. He is being kept alive for the reason that he is expected to do something...but what? He does not know. Slowly, Justin released an anxious breath. Processing his situation seemed to calmed him somewhat, but his stomach is still leadened with dread. Reaching into his pockets, he pulled out the newly-acquired cellphone and woke it from idle by going through it's options and menus to not only find any more clues but to find if there is an internal flashlight he could use. Suddenly though, a voice from behind him made him swivel around, his fists clenched so hard in a defensive stance that he could almost hear his muscles screaming from the sudden tension. The box fell gently to his feet, which he then quickly displaced behind him, as if guarding it. "Hey! Does anybody know what the hell is going on?" Though his body was ready to spring into a fight to the death, his voice remained clear as he responded. "Whoever the fuck you are, stay put." Then, a moment of silence as his eyes strained to focus on where the voice was coming from - a person, who had just came out from the door across from his. He kept his fists up, but his muscles relaxed just a bit. "Shit. Sorry. Don't mean to be rude, but, like you, I also have no idea what the hell is happening. So I hope you don't mind the distance between us as we try to figure this out, yeah? If you're trying to kill me, then good luck because my coach says I got deadly agility and bone-breaking kicks. If you're not, then may I ask who you are? I'm uh, Justin by the way." The young man politely cleared his throat, lightly shifting his weight between each legs in his Muay Thai stance.	Name: Justin Mai Age: 21 Gender: Male Appearance: Dark-brown, short chic hair that is usually kept neat and styled in a charming manner that frames his angular face quite well. He is of mixed ethnicity - his father being Chinese and his mother from the States. Because of his multiracial traits, his eyes are colored hazel are more of a rounded almond shape. He has an olive-colored complexion, inheriting the darker skin tones from his father. Being Chinese-American, he stands at a shorter-than-average height than his fully Caucasian peers, but only by a little. Though sporting a thin frame, his athleticism over the years have made his body quite sturdy, though it doesn't quite show underneath his usual fitted clothing. For his attire, he usually wears things that are pretty casual but stylish with darker colors. Personality: Charming, laid-back, and sociable, Justin is a young man who is in the prime of his years. He radiates youth with his optimism as well as show it by partaking in silly risks and living his days with a splash of adventure and mischief. His confidence is backed by his stubbornness, a disastrous combination that usually leads him into trouble. Still, he is intelligent enough to never put himself and those around him in any real danger, as he knows he cannot forsake the future he had worked so hard for. Because of his casual demeanor, he is quite charismatic and approachable. He carries a conversation as smooth as silk and has the ability to dissuade most tension in a situation with his logical and refreshing words. He can be really understanding but conversely, it's difficult for him to open up - but he hides it very well. In most cases, this makes him quite the liar, though he tries not to without good reason. He is more persuasive than intimidating, which is both a strength and weaknesses depending on the situation. Usually he is level-headed and can be analytical with his surroundings, and though his fuse is long, there are things that can quickly set off his temper and make him quite rash. But again, he is able to mask his weakness quite well. Backstory: His father was a descendant of Chinese immigrants who had came over to the United States during WWII. Though having grown up in San Diego, California since he was born, Justin's father and his grandparents were quite traditional with their Chinese roots. It was only after his father was in high school, where he met his American mother, that his sense of tradition began to fade and instead became quite 'westernized' himself. So when Justin was born many years later, he was raised primarily on American values and principles, with his Chinese heritage being sprinkled in here and there. Justin grew up in a household of an average, middle-class nuclear family with him being the only child. His parents are hard workers, with his dad being a small-time manager of a metalworking company and his mom a receptionist at a local hospital. He himself is in his third year of University, just finishing up the remaining of his pre-requisites to apply for an externship that would finish off his medical imaging degree. He is quite adept with his major, having taken interest in Anatomy and Physiology since his early high-school days. He knows a lot about the human body, as well as having the basic fundamentals of pathology and medicine ingrained in his head after years of hard studying for his future profession. On his down-times, Justin participates in various cardio and weight-bearing exercises so that he may keep in shape for his kickboxing hobby in Muay Thai. Though he lives on his own now, he still frequents his parents quite regularly as he his close with his family. Though he is quite sociable at school and well-known, he only hangs out with a select group of individuals that he calls his closest friends. Talents: Being a student of a major that branches off of medicine, he is quite adept at first aid and giving out diagnoses and prognoses. Though his initial knowledge is severely limited, as long as the pathology is not too rare or complex, he's able to establish a very broad idea of what it is, and therefor, can maybe procure some sort of temporary remedy, if not being able to cure it without proper medicine. As a practioner of Muay Thai, he is capable of self-defense but only to a limited extent. He has a small sparring background, and has only been training for a year. Other: He loves sweets, and usually carries around some sort of small candy in his pockets.
7,723	205	11	1,960	260	Austin paused as Justin turned to him. His body took on an incredibly aggressive stance, despite the passivity to his tone. Austin could sympathize. Both of them had been thrown into something that seemed completely unusual. He had the right to be defensive of the situation. If he did have this “deadly strength and agility” he was boasting about, then it would make perfect sense for him to rely on those strengths in new, uncomfortable settings. Austin made sure to take an extra step back and keep his hands open and visible. He didn’t want to do anything to make Justin believe Austin had anything but the kindest of intentions. Just from looking at him, Austin realized that he was acting pretty normally in comparison to the situation. The quickness to which he took this stance, the voice that blended a typical friendliness with poisonous aggression. So far, he seemed okay. If Austin was going to get any other information, this would probably be the place to do it. “I promise; it is not my intention to hurt anyone. Nice to meet you, Justin,” he said softly, forming a smile on his lips, “I’m Austin. It’s the same for me. I have no idea how I got here. If you’re here too, maybe we can work together?” Carefully Austin fished his new phone out of his pocket. His eyes hovered over the half-heart momentarily as the dark shadows flickered in and out of existence around the weak, fading light. This building had seen better days, that’s for sure. The lingering stiffness over his joints still bothered him, and there were still way too many variables surrounding the entire situation. Who was his soul mate? That was still in the air. The old revolver nibbled at the back of his brain curiously as he watched the man. Either way, being honest would be the best way of getting out of this, it seemed. Unless Justin was masking ulterior motives. But his emotional stature didn’t give any hint that may suggest he was act. Which meant he was either a fantastic actor, or he was telling the truth. Austin chose to trust the latter. “Did you get one of these phones, too?” he asked, lighting up the screen and directing it towards Justin so that the other man could see. “Did you get a box of other things? Like food and… stuff?” Okay, the revolver could stay a secret for now. Broadcasting that he had a weapon would just make people edgy around him. He wasn’t about that life. For once, his survival had to take precedence over everything else. He still had a thesis paper to write.	Name: Austin Reid Age: 20 Gender: Male Appearance: Short swept hair, and a tall, firm frame keep this man solid in a consistent stance. His shoulders aren’t too broad, nor his legs too thick. His pride is apparent on his stance, but he isn’t one to let it become apparent. He likes tighter t-shirts and jeans, and bright colours are definitely his style. In fact, a few layers of his hair are coloured in a vibrant pink Personality: Austin is confident, but it comes in twofold. On one side he’s willing to admit he’s wrong and allow other people to take the lead because he’s confident in his own skills. On the other side, his pride can often get the best of him, especially when it relates to his talents. Otherwise he has a soft bravado with a quiet presence, as if denying the brightness, he tries to bring to his appearance. He isn’t afraid of who he is. You either love him or hate him, trust him or deny him, but either way he doesn’t care. He trusts that he can handle whatever situation that’s thrown at him. If he can’t, then someone he knows should be able to figure it out. At least until things get dangerous. His confidence takes a serious downfall if in the face of danger. Like his flirting style, any confidence behind his words stumble and fade away when challenged by someone else. He won’t run away, per se, but he can find the whole situation to be overwhelming pretty quickly and crack under the pressure. Also he’s a pretty serious flirt. Backstory: Being a Psych major with a serious passion for his field, Austin grew up spending a lot of his time understanding people. He’d read up almost any book he could find on the subject, or books based on romance and friendships. Novels were something he’d spend every free hour consuming until he started becoming friends with people. His priorities were always pretty straight. First focus on becoming a therapist, then on relationships, then reading. It was around high school age that romantic relationships entered that cycle. He’d end up with many relationships with many different people, but end up breaking them off a month or two later. He searched for the “perfect” relationship, believing that somewhere in all of his empathy and research he would be able to find it. That has not been achieved quite yet. Currently in the throes of his third year of school, romantic relationships needed to take a backseat for the work he was doing, involving plenty of extra credit doing research for numerous psychology professors. He was going to be one of the best therapists, and that meant he needed to do as much work as possible. It was some research into old case files at a ghostly asylum that he remembered reading last. Talents: Austin is a master of empathy, and he’s very good at judging current emotions or sanity levels in other people just by looking at them or sharing a short conversation. He can read and speak in most languages, although he sticks to English mostly (thanks to a lot of time spent wanting to understand books of various different languages). Austin’s an expert in language and logic-based puzzles as long as he’s given time to figure it out, though he cracks under pressure. Other: He tends to keep people in his head on various scales. A mental, physical, and emotional chart from 1-10 so he can keep track of how people are doing. Usually he also keeps notes on this, but he can usually keep a decent mental map if he needs to. Also not really important but Austin’s pan so romantic relationships can be with practically anyone.
7,724	205	12	1,142	1,144	Wish there was a torch in that damn box. Rhiannon shivered as she muttered to herself, arms crossed to try and hug some warmth into her body. The hall, impossibly, seemed colder and danker than 'her' room with little illuminated by the poor lighting. Across the hall she could barely make out another door and was tempted to knock on it but stopped just outside, too afraid to carry through. "I'll stay quiet for a bit, I guess." She murmured and continued down the hall cautiously. Now that she had calmed down the pain from her wrist was making itself acutely known. The light was too poor to make out what had caused her injury but she had no recollection of it before here. All variety of fears had flooded her mind regarding the nature of her wound: a tracking agent or maybe a hallucinogen of some kind? She shook her head as if trying to free her mind of distracting thoughts. Further down the hall Rhiannon came across two more doors and hesitated. She hadn't even tried to see if any of them were open, one might have even been the way out for all she knew. Somehow she was reluctant to risk anything that might make her situation worse and she could hear nothing from the outside world. There was no sound of traffic or people no matter how hard she listened so this strange place must have been in the middle of nowhere or sound-proofed; she was unsure which option was more disturbing. Steeling her resolve, she pushed on but a strange scent pulled her up short. The smell of the detritus littering the floor, which she was becoming accustomed too, was broken up by a waft of salt. It was a smell that reminded her of being at the sea but more potent. Rhiannon moved so that she was in the shadow of the wall rather than the centre of the hall and inched on with her own weapon the water bottle in her hand.	Name: Rhiannon Jones Age: 20 Gender: Female Appearance: Average height for a woman, thin and toned from a lifestyle of manual labour with skin so pale she looks like a ghost, Rhiannon is someone you take notice of. Her hair is a deep red and long enough to fall past her shoulder blades when let loose although she'll almost always tie it up into a ponytail for practicality's sake. The brightness of her hair nearly washes out the colour of skin, perhaps it might if not for her blue-green eyes which add much needed colour to her ghostly features. She has large irises, giving her an innocent and trusting expression when at rest. Despite her apparent physical fitness, this young woman always seems to be slouching, almost cowering, as if expecting a blow to strike her at any given moment and her movements are furtive; short and quick in a manner designed to avoid attention. Personality: Rhiannon has a nervous disposition and tends to avoid large crowds or interacting with people she does not know. She has very few safe zones and will not willingly venture out of them where possible. However, when pressed she can be quite the conversationalist demonstrating a quick wit and an enormous capacity for both empathy and sympathy. She will rarely act for others and looks to protect herself first and foremost, a pessimistic attitude that assumes that she will barely be able to do just that. Backstory: Her story is not overly complicated, nor, sadly, unusual. Born into a family whose other members died during her pre-memory years, Rhiannon was shipped off to a distant branch of her grandparents' descendants who showed little interest in her existence. As far as they were concerned, she was another mouth to feed until she was old enough to be of use in the fields. She received a smattering of basic education, that which she obliged to be given by law, but nothing extra was spent on her learning that could be better invested in the family business which never seemed to be anything but on the verge of bankruptcy. When she left schooling age, Rhiannon was not given an option for furthering her studies despite her great many academic interests and her apparent capacity to pursue such topics; now she could work full time on the farm and there was not another option given to her. Any mention of interests that did not coincide with her aunt or uncle, or their children for that matter, was enough to earn a physical lesson in obedience. Rhiannon learned from a young age that nothing would come from voicing her concerns, opinions or hopes and so she kept her head down and worked as she was directed to. From the physical labour she gained strength and also a resilience, the result of physical and verbal beatings from her loving family. Then accidents began to happen. One of her cousins had an unfortunate encounter with one of the farm vehicles and the young girl was blamed and beaten. Two months passed and another apparently drank herself to death, her corpse found in the morning with a death-mask grin on her face. Rhiannon's family blamed her, for she had brought bad luck on them from the beginning, had she not? Of course, they took every opportunity to beat her. One of the local officials noticed the young woman's bruises, standing out stark against her white skin, despite her 'attempts' to conceal them. By the time she turned twenty, Rhiannon ran the family business with her remaining family too busy standing murder and domestic abuse charges to maintain the farm any longer. Talents: Manipulation - Rhiannon knows how to push others' buttons and what character to play to get her way. Years spent under the thumb of an abusive family has corrupted her personality into one which thinks nothing of toying with others' emotions or livelihoods to benefit her own future. A good listener - She may be manipulative but this young woman can and does care for some people and is willing to sit while another talks away all their troubles, interjecting at moments to ask for details to express sympathy/outrage when required. Thanks to her own troubled life she understands pain and strife and will not judge others for the pasts they have endured. Other: Rhiannon is bisexual although she has a hard time making any kind of connection with anyone, casual or serious.
7,725	205	13	2,374	27	The bathroom door swung open easily into a hallway, and Tim thought he felt a bit better. There was a door directly across from him and the smell wasn't as bad in the hallway. No need to panic yet. Tim tried the door in front of him, but it was locked. This was still a dream, right? Not a dream, whispered some dark corner of his mind. It didn't smell as bad now that he was out of the restroom, but the lighting was still dark and his shock was slowly turning over into panic. A light ache was starting in his head. Tim regularly had migraines at work, mostly from his own negativity, but he suspected this one wasn't work related. He went to pull at his tie, a nervous habit, but found he wasn't wearing one. Odd, but he still had his regular white button-down work shirt and black work pants on. His wrist still ached, but he didn't bother checking the bandage yet. Instead, he glanced around, trying to feel out his options. To his left there was an old dumb waiter, currently closed off by some metal, and to his right was a dark hallway. Tim heard some distant shouting, nothing panicked, but it made him want to travel the dark hallway all the less. Tim glanced back at the bathroom door, but couldn't bring himself to go back to the smell and the... ...the mess. Tim remembered the phone. The one that had said Welcome back. He had grabbed it before he left. And, ominous message or not, it would still help him see in the dark hallway. Suddenly, Tim heard footsteps. Light footsteps, not walking too fast, but not all that hesitant either. Someone was walking in his direction! Tim panicked and leapt behind the bathroom door to hide, leaving it open a crack to spy on whomever was coming. Maybe if they looked.. not ominous? Or maybe not dangerous? If they seemed like a normal human being maybe he would talk to them. Trying to hold his breath against the stench, Tim waited. Whoever it was, they were sticking to the shadows and suddenly moving slowly. Was because of the stench? There is a dead body behind you, the voice in his head reminded him. Or maybe they were here to attack him. Tim dared not glance back at the dead body behind him, but he suddenly found himself wondering it he should have grabbed the metal pipe..	Name: Tim Age: 26 Gender: Male Appearance: Tall and lanky, with knobby wrists and hands. He is pasty as he spends all his time indoors as an accountant at an accounting firm. His eyes and cheeks seem to sink into his skull more with each passing year. Personality: Tim is boring. He is safe and nice enough to snag the occasional girlfriend, but too boring and unfunny for any lasting relationships. Tim feels lonely, bored, and unfulfilled. After studying hard in high school and college to get a promising future, Tim feels lied to and a bit worthless. Don't misunderstand, the job does pay well, but the hours are long and repetitive and Tim's bosses have noticed a steady decline in his motivation and overall attitude. Perhaps what Tim needs is some change in his life. Backstory: Raised in a lower-middle class family with a younger and older sibling, the importance of work ethic was heavily stressed during Tim's upbringing. His parents were immigrants and heavy believers in the American Dream. He got above average grades in high school, but attended an average college since they gave him the best scholarship offer. Talents: Tim is very good at blending in. He is almost unnoticeable, and his lack of any interesting traits mean he can fit into almost any group at least temporarily. Other: When he was younger, Tim loved reading adventure novels. To this day, the "safe space" in his head is based entirely on his favorite adventure series, Redwall Alley, which featured talking mice and squirrels.
7,726	205	14	571	277	Irina gagged. As the putrid smell hit her nose, she keeled over and tried to keep whatever was in her stomach down. A thin line of sweat dripped down her forehead, onto her nose and down to the ground below. Closing her eyes tightly, Irina swallowed the lump in her throat and struggled to force her hands to stop trembling. Gathering all her strength, Irina looked up at what the smell was coming from. The girls head was angled down, her brown hair was matted and tousled to cover her face. Her skin was pale, Irina could almost make out a dark vein that ran down the length of her arm. I have to help her she thought to herself, and managed to take a few steps towards the girl. It took a few seconds for her brain to understand what she was seeing. It was as if everything was blurry, and slowly coming into focus. The blood, the guts, everything came into view and this time Irina couldn’t hold back. After a moment of horror, Irina fell to her knees and retched across the floor. Her throat burned, her stomach was empty so bile was all that came up. For minutes, Irina stared at the ground, gagging and spitting as her body convulsed from the shock of it all. Eventually Irina managed to steel herself. On shaky legs she stood and walked back over to her box. Irina grabbed the water bottle and drank a few sips, forcing the cool liquid down her throat. She put the water back into her box, dropped in the cassette tape she found earlier and shoved the entire box under the bed. Grabbing the mattock once more, Irina tried to make her way out of the room again. She approached the door, not looking down at the girl before her, and looked from side to side. Irina couldn’t see very far down the dark hallway. She trusted her gut and quickly decided to go left. As she tried to step around the body, Irina’s foot got caught on the girl’s leg. She let out a yelp and kicked herself free. Irina gagged again, but turned towards the hall and didn’t look back. She couldn’t bear that again.	Name: Irina Mehlakova Age: 23 Gender: Female Appearance: Irina is a rather average looking girl. She stands at 5’4” and was roughly 135 lbs last time she checked. Working on the farm has given her strong arms and legs, and the muscle definition can clearly be seen. Her eyes are a light green, speckled with brown and her skin has a warm tan to it. Her hands are rough and calloused, from years of hard work. Backstory: Irina’s whole family, grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, everyone, moved from Russia over to the small neighboring country of Latvia when she was very little. She doesn’t remember much of that time, but clearly recalls the long train ride from St. Petersburg all the way to Riga, Latvia. Her grandparents had bought a small farm just outside of the capital and for a very long time all 15 or 16 of them lived in that small wooden cottage. Soon, her parents bought an apartment in the city, but Irina chose to stay with her grandparents. On the farm they owned; two goats, a mother and her son, a cow, a flock of chickens and various cats and dogs that would come and go as they pleased. Irina’s grandparents were old, and her grandfather had suffered a stroke back in Russia, so his mobility was limited. But together they planted fruits and vegetables, they looked after their small patch of land and even renovated the house a bit. Her jobs often included; tending to the garden, taking care of the animals, herding the goats and chickens through the woods by the farm, and hunting for extra food. Personality: Working in order to survive, Irina grew up responsible and caring. She is a kind soul, especially to animals and anything involving nature. However, she is hardheaded and can be stubborn. Having never finished her schooling, Irina isn’t very well rounded in things like science, or History, but she has a passion for reading. Sometimes, Irina can be very straight forward, it comes with the way she was raised, and because of this she sometimes struggles making friends. She’ll tell you exactly what’s on her mind, without even a second thought. Talents: Tri-Lingual (Russian, English, Latvian in order of proficiency), Excellent reader, Can identify many plant and animal species just by looking at them, quick-witted, sharp tongue, very strong in her arms and legs, can walk/run for extended periods of time. Knows how to use a gun and is a fairly good shot. Other: Sometimes she sings to herself. If she’s angry or stressed, Irina might start speaking in all 3 languages at once. Loves stories. Pansexual.
7,727	205	15	1,182	1,252	Cleo stared at the three holes in her arm. This was insane. She shook her head and carefully put the bandage back around it. Better not think about it too much for now. She looked around the room as though looking for an answer. There was only one way out of here and sitting in this room would not bring her any further. She gripped the hatchet tightly and got up. The girl decided to look through the rubbish in the room, just to be sure she wouldn't leave anything useful behind. One she finished roaming through the dirty place, she went up to the door. No matter what was outside there, she had to go. Even if there were guards at her door shooting her right the second she attempted to step out. But there wouldn't be, would there? According to the text on her phone she could do anything she wants for just today. And right now she wants to leave this room. So Cleo took a deep breath and opened the door. She stepped outside, her whole body on alert.	Name: "Cleo" (Cleopatra Stardust Hasting) Age: 20 Gender: Female Appearance: Better known looking like this. Now she rather goes like this and hopes nobody will recognize her. Personality: Emotional, easily hurt, very naive, desperately seeking for love, confident, brave Backstory: Cleo was born to an old, rich family. Everybody knows the last name Hasting. Her family was one of the left over royals, that had made it through the centuries. Her mother Linda was a strict woman, who cared the most about image and popularity. She was a famous model, pictures of her were everywhere around the world. Her father Hoziar Hasting IV was a crazy scientist. Crazy indeed. He believed that all of them were in dear danger at all times, being asked why he thought that, he would flip and yell the "obvious" dangers in the world to their family. He was a loving father nevertheless - that is when he was home. He worked almost 24/7 on some projects he never talked about. Still Cleo loved him dearly. He taught her how to play chess and sometimes he would let her win. Being protective as much as he could, he ordered that his little princess would learn defense and offense of any kind from a young age on. So Cleo learn how to fight and protect herself. When she reached the age of 8, her father taught her how to use several different guns and their bonding time would be whenever he got the chance to give it a few shots with his daughter. Her mother on the other side was too focused on the image her only daughter would throw onto the family. As soon as the girl could walk, she put her in any class she found "presentable". And so Cleo learnt how to dance and do arts and she had music class where she would be taught several intruments and singing. Karate class, gymnastic and swim class were on the list too. And nothing less but perfection was acceptable. The girl was very lonely, she didn't get to go out to play and make friends at all. Whenever her mother decided to step out with her tons of cameras appeared, and their desitnation was always either a shopping ceter, a spa or another of her classes. Cleopatra was home schooled and received top grades, since nothing less was acceptable. But that trapped her in the house while others went to catch the bus and talk with friends on the ride. She never had time to make any friends. She did meet some other kids in swim class and dance class, but was never able to meet up with them outside the classroom. As a lonely child she came up with imaginary friends, until her mother caught her talking to "ghosts" and told her she would curse the house. Several years later, when Cleo reached the age of 12, her father had one of his bad phases again. Thinking any minute the world would turn back into a jungle full of wild animals, he got someone to teach Cleopatra survival training. The young girl protested hard, but like always she had no say. Cleo has been all up on the news and magazines since her birth. Wanting to change that, she left her family and went out on her own. That was a few months back from now. Cleopatra changed her hair to a darker brown, she changed her whole appearance, named herself Cleo instead of Cleopatra and tried to live as a free woman. She worked at a ice cream shop, that served beverages and fish & chips as well. (Okaaaay.) She screwed up the first 15 days and the first 30 meals. But now she got the hang of it. (Dad should've taught me that instead!) Talents: Duo to her intense training and classes, she is almost unbeatable to everything physical. On the other side of the table, she is not a great thinker and not good with words either. She has average knowledge, but maths and logic, even problem solving is hard for her. She is not afraid to attampt any kind of physical competition, she is confident about that. She is fast, silent on her toes and has great balance. Cleo is not afraid of highs at all, but she's very afraid of rejection - she wants to make friends badly. Other: Cleo is bisexual, but had no experience in love yet whatsoever. And she still thinks she is straight. Cleo craves love and physical contact very much, since she had almost none all her life. (To her name: Cleopatra does not like her name. Her mother named her after Cleopatra, because she hoped the girl would turn out to be like her. Her father named her Stardust, because he was obsessed with astronomy when she was born. Cleo thinks that both are two very stupid reasons to name their child that, but she can't control that. Sadly.)
7,728	205	16	2,182	991	Room 16 The phone, unexpectedly following what you were saying, chimed once more with a text. not a prank~ (シ_ _)シ sorry~ and a reality show? (シ_ _)シ sorry~ this is all real Whatever was behind these texts seemed to dodge the middle question of whether or not it was a bigger scheme. Outside of the Washroom As you walked forwards in the shadow of the walls, you collided with some trash hidden by the black shroud of darkness. Though it produced a loud sound, it wasn't dangerous, nor as loud as the sound coming from wherever you were going. You heard a loud jump into some wooden object. Then, silence. As you walked forwards, you noticed some things. First, there was a small metallic grey square in the wall opposite. On the wall to the right, a door. On the wall to the left, another door, but it appeared to not have a handle. Instead, it was a push/pull kind of deal. The closer you got to the door on the left, the saltier it would smell. Inside of the Washroom The footsteps you heard were nothing compared to a loud and sudden bang. Besides that, everything was silent. The crack in the washroom door gave barely enough vision for anything. You could see up to the door on the other side, but other than that, you were unable to see anything. Outside Room 9 Despite getting far from the body, the smell still stuck with you. As you walked, you noticed that to the left and right of you, there were more hallways. In front, as you continued to walk, was the darkest out of the three. Though, you did manage to see through the darkness, even if what you saw was merely a silhouette. You saw one man with his heads with his hands raised beside his head, as if ready to attack. The other was in a much more relaxed stance, but the situation still appeared to be tense. Outside Room 14 As you open the door, it opened with a quiet and rusted screech. Nothing of interest was seen outside of the door, but you did manage to hear a scream coming from the right and in front. Outside Room 10 and 7 As you checked the settings for the phone, you noticed that there were no options available inside of it. It was just an empty screen. After closing the app, you managed to spy a glimpse at a small icon in the shape of a flashlight. That was probably what you looked for. Even so, the light of the phone would be extremely limited. & Outside Room 10 and 7 The sudden tenseness of your conflict was cut short by a yelp from behind. Your eyes couldn't pierce the entire darkness of the halls behind, but they could make out a figure holding some sort of old tool, like a pick, or a mattock.	Future site of a character directory.
7,729	205	17	1,182	1,252	A scream was the only thing of interest that Cleo could hear or see. In this case, hear. She turned to her left - a hallway as it seemed. To the front - a wall. To the right - another hallway and apparently kind of the direction where the scream had come from. She holds the hatchet high and tight. Ready to strike anyone down if needed. With slow and careful steps she walks along the wall down the right hallway. The only thing encouraging her was the text. Do whatever you want. If that kidnapper of hers had any moral whatsoever, he would not "punish" her for anything he instructed her to do. Hopefully.	Name: "Cleo" (Cleopatra Stardust Hasting) Age: 20 Gender: Female Appearance: Better known looking like this. Now she rather goes like this and hopes nobody will recognize her. Personality: Emotional, easily hurt, very naive, desperately seeking for love, confident, brave Backstory: Cleo was born to an old, rich family. Everybody knows the last name Hasting. Her family was one of the left over royals, that had made it through the centuries. Her mother Linda was a strict woman, who cared the most about image and popularity. She was a famous model, pictures of her were everywhere around the world. Her father Hoziar Hasting IV was a crazy scientist. Crazy indeed. He believed that all of them were in dear danger at all times, being asked why he thought that, he would flip and yell the "obvious" dangers in the world to their family. He was a loving father nevertheless - that is when he was home. He worked almost 24/7 on some projects he never talked about. Still Cleo loved him dearly. He taught her how to play chess and sometimes he would let her win. Being protective as much as he could, he ordered that his little princess would learn defense and offense of any kind from a young age on. So Cleo learn how to fight and protect herself. When she reached the age of 8, her father taught her how to use several different guns and their bonding time would be whenever he got the chance to give it a few shots with his daughter. Her mother on the other side was too focused on the image her only daughter would throw onto the family. As soon as the girl could walk, she put her in any class she found "presentable". And so Cleo learnt how to dance and do arts and she had music class where she would be taught several intruments and singing. Karate class, gymnastic and swim class were on the list too. And nothing less but perfection was acceptable. The girl was very lonely, she didn't get to go out to play and make friends at all. Whenever her mother decided to step out with her tons of cameras appeared, and their desitnation was always either a shopping ceter, a spa or another of her classes. Cleopatra was home schooled and received top grades, since nothing less was acceptable. But that trapped her in the house while others went to catch the bus and talk with friends on the ride. She never had time to make any friends. She did meet some other kids in swim class and dance class, but was never able to meet up with them outside the classroom. As a lonely child she came up with imaginary friends, until her mother caught her talking to "ghosts" and told her she would curse the house. Several years later, when Cleo reached the age of 12, her father had one of his bad phases again. Thinking any minute the world would turn back into a jungle full of wild animals, he got someone to teach Cleopatra survival training. The young girl protested hard, but like always she had no say. Cleo has been all up on the news and magazines since her birth. Wanting to change that, she left her family and went out on her own. That was a few months back from now. Cleopatra changed her hair to a darker brown, she changed her whole appearance, named herself Cleo instead of Cleopatra and tried to live as a free woman. She worked at a ice cream shop, that served beverages and fish & chips as well. (Okaaaay.) She screwed up the first 15 days and the first 30 meals. But now she got the hang of it. (Dad should've taught me that instead!) Talents: Duo to her intense training and classes, she is almost unbeatable to everything physical. On the other side of the table, she is not a great thinker and not good with words either. She has average knowledge, but maths and logic, even problem solving is hard for her. She is not afraid to attampt any kind of physical competition, she is confident about that. She is fast, silent on her toes and has great balance. Cleo is not afraid of highs at all, but she's very afraid of rejection - she wants to make friends badly. Other: Cleo is bisexual, but had no experience in love yet whatsoever. And she still thinks she is straight. Cleo craves love and physical contact very much, since she had almost none all her life. (To her name: Cleopatra does not like her name. Her mother named her after Cleopatra, because she hoped the girl would turn out to be like her. Her father named her Stardust, because he was obsessed with astronomy when she was born. Cleo thinks that both are two very stupid reasons to name their child that, but she can't control that. Sadly.)
7,730	205	18	693	1,154	Room 16 Aedin scratched the back of his head with a big frown on his face. "Well gee whiz, not a prank and not a reality show that does me good. Well what in the heck is this?" He thought for a second before any response came through. "Y'know what don't even bother. I probably don't want to know anyways." He looked at the previous texts. "Says that my first job is to borrow something from someone. I'm guessing there's more jobs to come, right?" At this point he was more talking to himself than anyone else, whether there was a response to his talking or not he didn't exactly care. He grabbed the busted box cutter and the cloth and pocketed them. Then he hid the water bottle and last can among the garbage within the room. He then broke down the box and put it under the bed for the time being he figured there might be a need for it later. He then headed out the door as he spoke to the phone in an accusative tone. "So, what did you do to my arm?" Outside of Room 16 Aedin looked up and down the hallway to see many other doors. Right across there was a room labeled Room ?? with faded text, the numbers were so far gone that he couldn't tell. As his gaze turned to the left after the door closed he saw a woman about his age. Holding a hatchet seemingly ready to strike at anything. She was only a couple steps away, so he took a few steps back with his hands -- phone in his left hand -- raised in front of him. "Whoa, hey! Careful now you could take an arm with that thing." The darkness was so bad that if he hadn't been operating by the light of the cell phone he would have not seen her unless he literally ran into her.	Name: Aedin Demavend Age: 19 Gender: Male Personality: Aedin is a survivor used to the loner life. He works well with others, but only as a means to meet his personal goals. He's a fast thinker with a sarcastic attitude. He doesn't like overextending his physical limits. Morals never enter the picture for him, only his self-serving needs. Backstory: Homelessness is all Aedin knows. He grew up being raised by a homeless father that looked to take care of his own needs first and then Aedin's second. From a young age, Aedin had to grow up fast to survive. He learned how to steal by using others as a distraction. Of course he had his mess ups and close calls, but he was lucky enough to never be caught by the police. He always dealt with the problems he could with sarcasm, and even with the problems he couldn't deal with he used it. He eventually got out of the city he grew up in after he turned 16 and he did it to get away from his father. He wanted to set up his own stomping grounds elsewhere. He settled down in San Fransisco and quickly found a spot he could use as a base of operations. There were gangs here that he had to learn to respect, but if he could get away with it he rather enjoyed ripping them off. He ended up building a small crew himself, but he couldn't call any one of them a friend as they all were only using each other and he knew it. Talents: Improvisation - A fast thinker has to think on his feet, and a little bit of imagination can (limitedly) go a long way. Street Fighting - Who needs to fight fair where you have to fight to survive? On the street everything is a weapon even the dirt. Petty Theft - Gotta knack for stealing things. Oh, this phone? I'm just borrowing it. Other: Bringing up his father is a bad idea.
7,731	205	19	2,372	423	For a moment, no sound came from between the two as Justin held his breath and tried to analyze the small object that the other man was holding. Sure enough, it was an identical phone to his. Though still understandably wary, the young man began to relax and let out a small breath of relief. He shifted away from his stance, returning to his usual posture as he gave the other man, Austin, an apologetic half smile. "Yeah. Looks exactly like the damned one I have." Justin fished for his pockets, pulling out the small device. "Except mine has this little guy, and yours is obviously different." He pointed to the skull charm dangling from one of the corners of the phone. "Any idea what this means? I promise you, though, even if mine looks ominous, I absolutely have no idea what it's for so I hope you're not getting any wrong ideas about me. Even if I did threaten you just a bit. Sorry about that." Justin gave a tired sigh, leaning back against the wall and flipped through the phone again. All of that adrenaline that flooded his veins now left him feeling tired and nerve-wracked. Still, he did his best to kept a cool head and slowly he began to regain his wits and forced himself to slow down and breath. "I also got the box that you mentioned," Justin said, tapping his foot casually to the thing at his feet. "It was also filled with food and...other stuff." The young man glanced up from his phone and eyed Austin with a peculiar, raised eyebrow, as if knowing that he too must have something that he didn't want to show. Justin already agreed to himself earlier to keep his syringe a secret until a situation calls for it. Hopefully the other man would not protest. But as he played with his phone, Justin noticed a small icon that made him push away from the wall with the first good news of the night. Or day. He then realized he had know clue what time of the day it was and wondered how long he was actually stuck in here for. Regardless, he flashed Austin a grinned, then turned towards the blackness that stood before the two men. "Let there be light," he said before touching the flashlight icon and a blinding flare emitted from the camera lights of the phone. Immediately on the screen, a warning blared that the app was consuming a lot of the phones power but Justin ignored it completely, because as soon as his eyes adjusted to the flash of bright light, he saw a girl with a giant mattock in her hands. The man immediately stepped back beside Austin, too stunned to do anything but give a frightened shout.	Name: Justin Mai Age: 21 Gender: Male Appearance: Dark-brown, short chic hair that is usually kept neat and styled in a charming manner that frames his angular face quite well. He is of mixed ethnicity - his father being Chinese and his mother from the States. Because of his multiracial traits, his eyes are colored hazel are more of a rounded almond shape. He has an olive-colored complexion, inheriting the darker skin tones from his father. Being Chinese-American, he stands at a shorter-than-average height than his fully Caucasian peers, but only by a little. Though sporting a thin frame, his athleticism over the years have made his body quite sturdy, though it doesn't quite show underneath his usual fitted clothing. For his attire, he usually wears things that are pretty casual but stylish with darker colors. Personality: Charming, laid-back, and sociable, Justin is a young man who is in the prime of his years. He radiates youth with his optimism as well as show it by partaking in silly risks and living his days with a splash of adventure and mischief. His confidence is backed by his stubbornness, a disastrous combination that usually leads him into trouble. Still, he is intelligent enough to never put himself and those around him in any real danger, as he knows he cannot forsake the future he had worked so hard for. Because of his casual demeanor, he is quite charismatic and approachable. He carries a conversation as smooth as silk and has the ability to dissuade most tension in a situation with his logical and refreshing words. He can be really understanding but conversely, it's difficult for him to open up - but he hides it very well. In most cases, this makes him quite the liar, though he tries not to without good reason. He is more persuasive than intimidating, which is both a strength and weaknesses depending on the situation. Usually he is level-headed and can be analytical with his surroundings, and though his fuse is long, there are things that can quickly set off his temper and make him quite rash. But again, he is able to mask his weakness quite well. Backstory: His father was a descendant of Chinese immigrants who had came over to the United States during WWII. Though having grown up in San Diego, California since he was born, Justin's father and his grandparents were quite traditional with their Chinese roots. It was only after his father was in high school, where he met his American mother, that his sense of tradition began to fade and instead became quite 'westernized' himself. So when Justin was born many years later, he was raised primarily on American values and principles, with his Chinese heritage being sprinkled in here and there. Justin grew up in a household of an average, middle-class nuclear family with him being the only child. His parents are hard workers, with his dad being a small-time manager of a metalworking company and his mom a receptionist at a local hospital. He himself is in his third year of University, just finishing up the remaining of his pre-requisites to apply for an externship that would finish off his medical imaging degree. He is quite adept with his major, having taken interest in Anatomy and Physiology since his early high-school days. He knows a lot about the human body, as well as having the basic fundamentals of pathology and medicine ingrained in his head after years of hard studying for his future profession. On his down-times, Justin participates in various cardio and weight-bearing exercises so that he may keep in shape for his kickboxing hobby in Muay Thai. Though he lives on his own now, he still frequents his parents quite regularly as he his close with his family. Though he is quite sociable at school and well-known, he only hangs out with a select group of individuals that he calls his closest friends. Talents: Being a student of a major that branches off of medicine, he is quite adept at first aid and giving out diagnoses and prognoses. Though his initial knowledge is severely limited, as long as the pathology is not too rare or complex, he's able to establish a very broad idea of what it is, and therefor, can maybe procure some sort of temporary remedy, if not being able to cure it without proper medicine. As a practioner of Muay Thai, he is capable of self-defense but only to a limited extent. He has a small sparring background, and has only been training for a year. Other: He loves sweets, and usually carries around some sort of small candy in his pockets.
7,732	205	20	571	277	Keeping one hand against the wall, Irina slowly shuffled forward through the hallway. Since leaving her room, Irina was lost in the pitch black darkness and couldn’t make out much more than the ground in front of her. From in the distance, she heard muffled voices. Irina’s grip on the mattock tensed and she slowly inched forward. Straining her ears, she tried to hear anything from the conversation, anything to figure out if the voice was a threat or not. Or maybe there were two voices? Irina couldn’t really tell. Her breathing was ragged, the events of the past half hour had left her drained, and all she wanted was to wake up from this nightmare. "Any idea what this means?” Irina heard a voice, getting louder with each step, announce. She let out a breath of relief to herself. The man in the darkness knew just as much as she did about this situation. She leaned against the wall for a moment, letting the cool dampness of it sooth her warm skin. Just as she was about to announce her presence, a piercing white light blinded her. Irina stumbled backward, one hand flailing to shield her eyes. She had grown accustomed to the darkness, so the sudden flash of light nearly blinded her. “W-wait! Please.” She shouted out, holding her arm in front of her face for a moment, and raising the mattock up in fear of the strangers. After a few seconds her eyes adjusted and she lowered the hand covering her face. Keeping the mattock up just for good measure, she stared at the two men. “I-I don’t want any trouble,” her voice was surprisingly steady, given her situation a few minutes ago. “I don’t know what’s going on either.” Keeping one hand up in a defensive manner, she slowly lowered the mattock to her side.	Name: Irina Mehlakova Age: 23 Gender: Female Appearance: Irina is a rather average looking girl. She stands at 5’4” and was roughly 135 lbs last time she checked. Working on the farm has given her strong arms and legs, and the muscle definition can clearly be seen. Her eyes are a light green, speckled with brown and her skin has a warm tan to it. Her hands are rough and calloused, from years of hard work. Backstory: Irina’s whole family, grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, everyone, moved from Russia over to the small neighboring country of Latvia when she was very little. She doesn’t remember much of that time, but clearly recalls the long train ride from St. Petersburg all the way to Riga, Latvia. Her grandparents had bought a small farm just outside of the capital and for a very long time all 15 or 16 of them lived in that small wooden cottage. Soon, her parents bought an apartment in the city, but Irina chose to stay with her grandparents. On the farm they owned; two goats, a mother and her son, a cow, a flock of chickens and various cats and dogs that would come and go as they pleased. Irina’s grandparents were old, and her grandfather had suffered a stroke back in Russia, so his mobility was limited. But together they planted fruits and vegetables, they looked after their small patch of land and even renovated the house a bit. Her jobs often included; tending to the garden, taking care of the animals, herding the goats and chickens through the woods by the farm, and hunting for extra food. Personality: Working in order to survive, Irina grew up responsible and caring. She is a kind soul, especially to animals and anything involving nature. However, she is hardheaded and can be stubborn. Having never finished her schooling, Irina isn’t very well rounded in things like science, or History, but she has a passion for reading. Sometimes, Irina can be very straight forward, it comes with the way she was raised, and because of this she sometimes struggles making friends. She’ll tell you exactly what’s on her mind, without even a second thought. Talents: Tri-Lingual (Russian, English, Latvian in order of proficiency), Excellent reader, Can identify many plant and animal species just by looking at them, quick-witted, sharp tongue, very strong in her arms and legs, can walk/run for extended periods of time. Knows how to use a gun and is a fairly good shot. Other: Sometimes she sings to herself. If she’s angry or stressed, Irina might start speaking in all 3 languages at once. Loves stories. Pansexual.
7,733	205	21	1,960	260	Austin started to relax just as Justin’s stance returned to its usual position. So it seemed that despite having a phone almost identical to his, the little bauble that it came with was a different shape. Now, did that difference mean something? He had a skull on the end of his versus the half-heart at the end of Austin’s. “Hey man; no harm, no foul,” Austin grinned while his hands found their way back to his pockets, “If you got a phone, then I’m guessing you probably got a similar message-“ He was trying to access more information when he realized that Justin’s light had lit up. Austin had to squint just to see past it. His eyes had just grown accustomed to the dark dwelling, and the blinding light was not doing much for his vision. But when Justin made a tiny yelp and his position moved, Austin swung around to see the girl with the mattock. One hand was blocking the light from her face as the other lifted the mattock above her head. At first, Austin braced himself for whatever plan this dangerous intruder had, but it only took a moment longer before he realized that her positioning was not aggressive. The way she stood, and the shaking of her voice suggested that she was protecting herself, if anything. Survival of the fittest didn’t necessarily mean a direct jump to an offensive. Just by looking at how she stood and talked, already he could tell that her emotional and mental values were pretty high on his ranking. The fact she was willing to use a heavy object like that one suggested that those values were probably a 6 or 7 out of ten on his own scale. That wouldn’t be a problem. He was more worried about what the presence of the mattock was doing to everyone’s psyches. Already Justin had proven to be somewhat fragile in his current state, ready to lash out with large amounts of adrenaline if people violated his personal space. Who knew what would happen if that weapon stayed around to agitate everyone. But as she talked, her voice slowed down, and her weapon lowered to her side. She was proving to be pretty reserved. Honestly Austin couldn’t blame her for the self-defence. If he had a mattock, he would’ve brought it with him too. Instead all he got was an expensive paper weight. Again, Austin found himself revealing his hands. The sooner he could present both himself and Austin as victims of a similar fate, the better it would be for all three of them. “Look, we’re in the same spot as you. It’s been a rough few hours for all of us,” he nodded, “Did you get that axe with a box? And if so, did you have a phone and a mission?” He was getting quickly to the point. His questions had to be rapid like a hornet sting if he was going to retain any sense of sanity or order between this triangle. As it stood, both of the other humans in this circle were wild cards, but Austin couldn’t believe that either was malicious. Both were just as lost and confused as he was. “If we’re going to figure this all out, we should pool our resources. If you got the same thing as us, what did your phone say? Are we wiling to at least work together to figure out what happened?”	Name: Austin Reid Age: 20 Gender: Male Appearance: Short swept hair, and a tall, firm frame keep this man solid in a consistent stance. His shoulders aren’t too broad, nor his legs too thick. His pride is apparent on his stance, but he isn’t one to let it become apparent. He likes tighter t-shirts and jeans, and bright colours are definitely his style. In fact, a few layers of his hair are coloured in a vibrant pink Personality: Austin is confident, but it comes in twofold. On one side he’s willing to admit he’s wrong and allow other people to take the lead because he’s confident in his own skills. On the other side, his pride can often get the best of him, especially when it relates to his talents. Otherwise he has a soft bravado with a quiet presence, as if denying the brightness, he tries to bring to his appearance. He isn’t afraid of who he is. You either love him or hate him, trust him or deny him, but either way he doesn’t care. He trusts that he can handle whatever situation that’s thrown at him. If he can’t, then someone he knows should be able to figure it out. At least until things get dangerous. His confidence takes a serious downfall if in the face of danger. Like his flirting style, any confidence behind his words stumble and fade away when challenged by someone else. He won’t run away, per se, but he can find the whole situation to be overwhelming pretty quickly and crack under the pressure. Also he’s a pretty serious flirt. Backstory: Being a Psych major with a serious passion for his field, Austin grew up spending a lot of his time understanding people. He’d read up almost any book he could find on the subject, or books based on romance and friendships. Novels were something he’d spend every free hour consuming until he started becoming friends with people. His priorities were always pretty straight. First focus on becoming a therapist, then on relationships, then reading. It was around high school age that romantic relationships entered that cycle. He’d end up with many relationships with many different people, but end up breaking them off a month or two later. He searched for the “perfect” relationship, believing that somewhere in all of his empathy and research he would be able to find it. That has not been achieved quite yet. Currently in the throes of his third year of school, romantic relationships needed to take a backseat for the work he was doing, involving plenty of extra credit doing research for numerous psychology professors. He was going to be one of the best therapists, and that meant he needed to do as much work as possible. It was some research into old case files at a ghostly asylum that he remembered reading last. Talents: Austin is a master of empathy, and he’s very good at judging current emotions or sanity levels in other people just by looking at them or sharing a short conversation. He can read and speak in most languages, although he sticks to English mostly (thanks to a lot of time spent wanting to understand books of various different languages). Austin’s an expert in language and logic-based puzzles as long as he’s given time to figure it out, though he cracks under pressure. Other: He tends to keep people in his head on various scales. A mental, physical, and emotional chart from 1-10 so he can keep track of how people are doing. Usually he also keeps notes on this, but he can usually keep a decent mental map if he needs to. Also not really important but Austin’s pan so romantic relationships can be with practically anyone.
7,734	205	22	1,142	1,144	Damn it! Rhiannon hissed as she tripped over the rubbish. There was an almighty clatter and clang as her fall distributed various debris across the hall. She trembled as the silence of her prison returned, fearing an assailant appearing from the dark. Nothing occurred and so she focuses on steadying her breathing, slowing it and breathing out more than in as her therapist had taught her. When she felt ready, she tried to regain some confidence. Her quiet approach was utterly ruined now so she made a show of standing up and brushing herself off, as if she hadn't been trying to sneak through the shadows. No one came running although she was sure she'd heard a thump, one not caused by herself. Feeling distinctly that there was at least one pair of eyes on her now, Rhiannon forced herself to walk in the most visible part of the hall at a measured pace but with every step her fear-swamped mind picked out assailants and untold horrors in every unmoving shadow. "That's it!" She shouted suddenly, her voice wavering with fear and frustration. She threw her hands up in exhaustion, trying to make her wrist wound as visible as possible as well as showing her distinct lack of a weapon. She wasn't sure whether she was being watched fir certain but it wouldn't hurt to pretend to be more aware than she was. "I know someone's there! I've got no weapons and I've got this weird thing on my wrist and I'm scared half to death!" The words tumbled from her mouth, her measured attempt to communicate lost as her fear took the reins for a moment. "If you're the same as me then come on out and let's talk, please?" Her voice was pleading, quiet. She waited, hands up and starting to feel stupid for talking to no one she could see.	Name: Rhiannon Jones Age: 20 Gender: Female Appearance: Average height for a woman, thin and toned from a lifestyle of manual labour with skin so pale she looks like a ghost, Rhiannon is someone you take notice of. Her hair is a deep red and long enough to fall past her shoulder blades when let loose although she'll almost always tie it up into a ponytail for practicality's sake. The brightness of her hair nearly washes out the colour of skin, perhaps it might if not for her blue-green eyes which add much needed colour to her ghostly features. She has large irises, giving her an innocent and trusting expression when at rest. Despite her apparent physical fitness, this young woman always seems to be slouching, almost cowering, as if expecting a blow to strike her at any given moment and her movements are furtive; short and quick in a manner designed to avoid attention. Personality: Rhiannon has a nervous disposition and tends to avoid large crowds or interacting with people she does not know. She has very few safe zones and will not willingly venture out of them where possible. However, when pressed she can be quite the conversationalist demonstrating a quick wit and an enormous capacity for both empathy and sympathy. She will rarely act for others and looks to protect herself first and foremost, a pessimistic attitude that assumes that she will barely be able to do just that. Backstory: Her story is not overly complicated, nor, sadly, unusual. Born into a family whose other members died during her pre-memory years, Rhiannon was shipped off to a distant branch of her grandparents' descendants who showed little interest in her existence. As far as they were concerned, she was another mouth to feed until she was old enough to be of use in the fields. She received a smattering of basic education, that which she obliged to be given by law, but nothing extra was spent on her learning that could be better invested in the family business which never seemed to be anything but on the verge of bankruptcy. When she left schooling age, Rhiannon was not given an option for furthering her studies despite her great many academic interests and her apparent capacity to pursue such topics; now she could work full time on the farm and there was not another option given to her. Any mention of interests that did not coincide with her aunt or uncle, or their children for that matter, was enough to earn a physical lesson in obedience. Rhiannon learned from a young age that nothing would come from voicing her concerns, opinions or hopes and so she kept her head down and worked as she was directed to. From the physical labour she gained strength and also a resilience, the result of physical and verbal beatings from her loving family. Then accidents began to happen. One of her cousins had an unfortunate encounter with one of the farm vehicles and the young girl was blamed and beaten. Two months passed and another apparently drank herself to death, her corpse found in the morning with a death-mask grin on her face. Rhiannon's family blamed her, for she had brought bad luck on them from the beginning, had she not? Of course, they took every opportunity to beat her. One of the local officials noticed the young woman's bruises, standing out stark against her white skin, despite her 'attempts' to conceal them. By the time she turned twenty, Rhiannon ran the family business with her remaining family too busy standing murder and domestic abuse charges to maintain the farm any longer. Talents: Manipulation - Rhiannon knows how to push others' buttons and what character to play to get her way. Years spent under the thumb of an abusive family has corrupted her personality into one which thinks nothing of toying with others' emotions or livelihoods to benefit her own future. A good listener - She may be manipulative but this young woman can and does care for some people and is willing to sit while another talks away all their troubles, interjecting at moments to ask for details to express sympathy/outrage when required. Thanks to her own troubled life she understands pain and strife and will not judge others for the pasts they have endured. Other: Rhiannon is bisexual although she has a hard time making any kind of connection with anyone, casual or serious.
7,735	205	23	2,182	991	Outside of Room 16 While you spoke, the phone chimed twice. yepper! (≧∀≦ゞ forgot to tell everyone~ gotta do one a day to stay in shape! your arm?("￣∇￣) i didn't do anything~ im tired. going to sleep now~ bye! (ーoー) The phone seemed to turn itself off. It didn't quite like being questioned, so it appeared. As you opened the door to your room, it would appear as if the door across from you was in terrible shape. Along the dark halls, the figure you saw holding a hatchet didn't move at all. As you got closer for a look, it appeared as though they were levitating. Upon looking up, you saw the reason for the sudden magician's act. A noose suspended the person's neck and body on a hanging lamp. The hatchet had been taped up onto their hand, as if their fingers couldn't hold onto it properly. It appeared that they took the easy way out. Outside Room 14 The wall you encountered was not quite a wall. It would be more aptly described as debris piling up, forming a giant barrier. Still, it formed an object that was, for all intents and purposes, a wall. As you traversed the shadowy hallways that could only be described as an abyss, you saw something rather interesting; three people, all speaking to each other. , & 7...12 Hallway The bright flash of light gave you an exceedingly large amount of sight. Despite not being able to see extremely far, you were able to see most of the hall with a clear light. Along the sides of the hallway, trash. All of it appeared to be unsalvageable. Most of it were broken wooden handles, dust, empty and crushed water bottles, and destroyed cans. You could easily see that there were a set of adjacent hallways between the three of you. The roof wasn't much of a better sight. Most of the florescent tubes were unpowered; very few were actually broken. At the very top were vents. Judging by the dust collecting all around it, it appeared nobody had opened the vents in a long time. Room 13 As you awoke, you noticed that box. Within your box were two cans of soup. Both of them seemed to be in healthy order; no bursting at the seams of the can. Besides the cans of soup, there lay a single litre of water. It was in a large plastic bottle and there were no impurities within the water. Under the food was a small toolbox. Upon opening the toolbox, it revealed an (albeit heavily used) claw hammer and many old and rusted nails. Finally, there was the phone. The smooth appearance of it was nice, along with a tiny figure of a cup of water hanging from the corner. It turned itself on and gave a quick chime, as if getting a text message. The screen was filled with words. Hiya sleepyhead! Ill be your guide! Nice to meetcha! I see youre new here so lets start with an ez mission! Hmm hmmm hmmmm... Found one. Find the unhappy womans keys! (੭ ˃̣̣̥ ω˂̣̣̥)੭ु⁾⁾ you should start to hold your breath~	Future site of a character directory.
7,736	205	24	2,374	27	Tim nearly jumped when the girl threw up her hands, asking to talk. Tim noticed her hand was also injured, and wondered if this was some strange symbolism in his dream. Not a dream, gently chided some part of Tim. Either way the girl looked unarmed. If this was a nightmare, he doubted she was a monster. Feeling safe and eager to get out of the washroom with the thing behind him, Tim popped out of the door, mirroring the girl by throwing up his hand to show he was harmless. "Sorry, I'm here! My name's Tim and I'm an accountant. When I woke up I thought I fell asleep on the toilet, but there's this weird message on a cell phone and there might be a dead body in the room behind me but I don't know cause I didn't check and I'm trying to stay calm." Tim knew he was babbling, but what else could he do? The smell and the stress were slowly creeping up on him.	Name: Tim Age: 26 Gender: Male Appearance: Tall and lanky, with knobby wrists and hands. He is pasty as he spends all his time indoors as an accountant at an accounting firm. His eyes and cheeks seem to sink into his skull more with each passing year. Personality: Tim is boring. He is safe and nice enough to snag the occasional girlfriend, but too boring and unfunny for any lasting relationships. Tim feels lonely, bored, and unfulfilled. After studying hard in high school and college to get a promising future, Tim feels lied to and a bit worthless. Don't misunderstand, the job does pay well, but the hours are long and repetitive and Tim's bosses have noticed a steady decline in his motivation and overall attitude. Perhaps what Tim needs is some change in his life. Backstory: Raised in a lower-middle class family with a younger and older sibling, the importance of work ethic was heavily stressed during Tim's upbringing. His parents were immigrants and heavy believers in the American Dream. He got above average grades in high school, but attended an average college since they gave him the best scholarship offer. Talents: Tim is very good at blending in. He is almost unnoticeable, and his lack of any interesting traits mean he can fit into almost any group at least temporarily. Other: When he was younger, Tim loved reading adventure novels. To this day, the "safe space" in his head is based entirely on his favorite adventure series, Redwall Alley, which featured talking mice and squirrels.
7,737	205	25	693	1,154	Outside of Room 16 Aedin lowered his hands as he noticed that the person was hanging from a noose. Subconsciously, he scratched his neck with a grimace. The body told him stories about this dark place all without saying a word. This whole place was sick, but he was going to do whatever he needed to survive and escape. While this wasn't his first experience with a corpse; he felt that this was pretty bad. The first time, he had definitely thrown up, but this time in order to avoid it he turned his back and counted to three in his head. One. Two. Three. He then turned back around and pulled the tape gingerly off of the body's hands so he could grab the hatchet. He knew he'd have to take every advantage he could to survive. He then started to check the body's pockets while doing the best he could to not smell the body, maybe he could find something else useful here. Occasionally he spoke under his break. "It's okay Aedin, just a body. Just a body." He then untied the body and settled it down onto the ground as leaving it hanging felt just wrong. Next he did the best he could to get the rope. Once he was done with all of that he took a breather a few steps away from the body.	Name: Aedin Demavend Age: 19 Gender: Male Personality: Aedin is a survivor used to the loner life. He works well with others, but only as a means to meet his personal goals. He's a fast thinker with a sarcastic attitude. He doesn't like overextending his physical limits. Morals never enter the picture for him, only his self-serving needs. Backstory: Homelessness is all Aedin knows. He grew up being raised by a homeless father that looked to take care of his own needs first and then Aedin's second. From a young age, Aedin had to grow up fast to survive. He learned how to steal by using others as a distraction. Of course he had his mess ups and close calls, but he was lucky enough to never be caught by the police. He always dealt with the problems he could with sarcasm, and even with the problems he couldn't deal with he used it. He eventually got out of the city he grew up in after he turned 16 and he did it to get away from his father. He wanted to set up his own stomping grounds elsewhere. He settled down in San Fransisco and quickly found a spot he could use as a base of operations. There were gangs here that he had to learn to respect, but if he could get away with it he rather enjoyed ripping them off. He ended up building a small crew himself, but he couldn't call any one of them a friend as they all were only using each other and he knew it. Talents: Improvisation - A fast thinker has to think on his feet, and a little bit of imagination can (limitedly) go a long way. Street Fighting - Who needs to fight fair where you have to fight to survive? On the street everything is a weapon even the dirt. Petty Theft - Gotta knack for stealing things. Oh, this phone? I'm just borrowing it. Other: Bringing up his father is a bad idea.
7,738	205	26	2,372	423	Justin's heart was still pounding in his chest even though his mind had already began to realize that the young woman in front of him was not at all a threat. At least, from what he saw so far. That mattock in her hands, though...his eyes lingered on it before flicking upwards to nervous face of the woman in front of them. Austin had already popped most of the questions that Justin had been wondering about, and relief began to settle his poor, thumping heart. From her reactions, it seems like she too was placed in this predicament without having the slightest idea of what the fuck was going on. On the bright side, Justin now knows he is not alone - it was great to have some allies to think this through. However, on the other hand, it just proves to him that this is no ordinary kidnapping, and he was convinced that their situation would get much, much worse if they cannot find a way out soon. There was a reason why he was not the only one captured...and still alive, for that matter. He was placed in this shitty building, along with a few others, for a specific reason and he can guarantee it's not for a social get-together to make new friends...despite what his "mission" text said. Screw that stupid cellphone and whoever sent it. For now, however, he needs to just take in one thing at a time. No use in further stressing the unknowable. Letting out a ragged breath, he quickly diverted the beam of light from the girl's face and onto a nearby wall. "Sorry about that...you just gave me a fright, is all. Wasn't expecting a girl roaming in the dark with such a gritty weapon...er, tool, in her hands. Judging from every horror movies I've watched, you'd be some sort of vengeful spirit going on a murderous rampage looking for her ex-lover that betrayed her, so...pardon me for being so startled. Glad to see that you're not some ghost." Justin grimaced. "Welcome to the Clueless Club, though. My name is Justin, and as Austin here mentioned, any info that you have would be much helpful." The young man let out a weak smile, and although it was burdened slightly with exhaustion, it still held a gleaming sense of sincerity behind it. Seriously, Justin was glad that he was not alone. He just hoped he could trust them...and for slight sense of doubt, he steeled himself to become cautious and alert. But for now, at least, it seems like working together would be a better plan until they knew exactly what was going on. So letting the girl gather her thoughts, Justin began to investigate the hallway in which they occupied. With the help of the built-in flashlight, he scanned the long corridor and noticed that further down, he could see that it was intersected with other hallways and paths. More importantly, Justin saw more doors along the walls. Could there really be more people than just these three? How many of them are there, exactly? The Asian-American man shook his head as a new barrage of questions attacked his mind. But then, something caught his eye: the trash on the floor. Though they looked quite old, he noticed that the majority of them were...crushed cans and water bottles. Were they similar to the ones that he, Austin and potentially the girl have...? His heart skipped a beat as he realized another possibility. Whoever sent them here had done this before to another set of individuals. If that was so...then what happened to them...? Justin closed his eyes and let out a slow, quivering sigh. When he opened them again, they glinted with a slight sheen of resolve. Alright, no more heart-stopping and depressing thoughts. Even if he was correct with his new theory, there was nothing he could do about it except for staying alive at this very moment. So he decided to keep it to himself, since he figured it might hinder their morale. Besides, if he was wrong, then he'd just embarrass himself and that would just make his day even worse. "Hey guys," Justin suddenly whispered in a gentle tone, as if not wanting to cause any more tension in the air between the three, "I'm going to turn off my lights now. Looks like it's quite taxing on the phone, so we'll need to use it sparingly." And with that, Justin switched off the app, and they were once again swallowed by the damned blackness of the building. It took awhile for his vision to become accustomed to the visibility provided by the useless lights that hung from outside their rooms. "Any thoughts on what we should do now? I say we check out those rooms that are immediate to us, and then plan a route to explore the area. The more we know about our surroundings, the better chance we can find a way to leave this place."	Name: Justin Mai Age: 21 Gender: Male Appearance: Dark-brown, short chic hair that is usually kept neat and styled in a charming manner that frames his angular face quite well. He is of mixed ethnicity - his father being Chinese and his mother from the States. Because of his multiracial traits, his eyes are colored hazel are more of a rounded almond shape. He has an olive-colored complexion, inheriting the darker skin tones from his father. Being Chinese-American, he stands at a shorter-than-average height than his fully Caucasian peers, but only by a little. Though sporting a thin frame, his athleticism over the years have made his body quite sturdy, though it doesn't quite show underneath his usual fitted clothing. For his attire, he usually wears things that are pretty casual but stylish with darker colors. Personality: Charming, laid-back, and sociable, Justin is a young man who is in the prime of his years. He radiates youth with his optimism as well as show it by partaking in silly risks and living his days with a splash of adventure and mischief. His confidence is backed by his stubbornness, a disastrous combination that usually leads him into trouble. Still, he is intelligent enough to never put himself and those around him in any real danger, as he knows he cannot forsake the future he had worked so hard for. Because of his casual demeanor, he is quite charismatic and approachable. He carries a conversation as smooth as silk and has the ability to dissuade most tension in a situation with his logical and refreshing words. He can be really understanding but conversely, it's difficult for him to open up - but he hides it very well. In most cases, this makes him quite the liar, though he tries not to without good reason. He is more persuasive than intimidating, which is both a strength and weaknesses depending on the situation. Usually he is level-headed and can be analytical with his surroundings, and though his fuse is long, there are things that can quickly set off his temper and make him quite rash. But again, he is able to mask his weakness quite well. Backstory: His father was a descendant of Chinese immigrants who had came over to the United States during WWII. Though having grown up in San Diego, California since he was born, Justin's father and his grandparents were quite traditional with their Chinese roots. It was only after his father was in high school, where he met his American mother, that his sense of tradition began to fade and instead became quite 'westernized' himself. So when Justin was born many years later, he was raised primarily on American values and principles, with his Chinese heritage being sprinkled in here and there. Justin grew up in a household of an average, middle-class nuclear family with him being the only child. His parents are hard workers, with his dad being a small-time manager of a metalworking company and his mom a receptionist at a local hospital. He himself is in his third year of University, just finishing up the remaining of his pre-requisites to apply for an externship that would finish off his medical imaging degree. He is quite adept with his major, having taken interest in Anatomy and Physiology since his early high-school days. He knows a lot about the human body, as well as having the basic fundamentals of pathology and medicine ingrained in his head after years of hard studying for his future profession. On his down-times, Justin participates in various cardio and weight-bearing exercises so that he may keep in shape for his kickboxing hobby in Muay Thai. Though he lives on his own now, he still frequents his parents quite regularly as he his close with his family. Though he is quite sociable at school and well-known, he only hangs out with a select group of individuals that he calls his closest friends. Talents: Being a student of a major that branches off of medicine, he is quite adept at first aid and giving out diagnoses and prognoses. Though his initial knowledge is severely limited, as long as the pathology is not too rare or complex, he's able to establish a very broad idea of what it is, and therefor, can maybe procure some sort of temporary remedy, if not being able to cure it without proper medicine. As a practioner of Muay Thai, he is capable of self-defense but only to a limited extent. He has a small sparring background, and has only been training for a year. Other: He loves sweets, and usually carries around some sort of small candy in his pockets.
7,739	205	27	571	277	“Uhm, yeah! Yeah I got this with the other box of stuff back in a separate room. I had a few..” Irina hesitated. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t worried that these two men, which could clearly overpower her if she wasn’t paying attention, could loot her and leave he alone to suffer whatever fate this maze had in store for her. She looked at the two men, trying to expel any negative thoughts from her mind, and let out a shaky breath. “The box also had two cans of soup, and some water. But I left it all back in my.. er.. the room.” Irina slid the phone out of her pocket and dangled it in front of the two strangers. “Yea I got this too, it asked me to help someone today.. I don’t really know what that means.” She listened calmly to the second man’s apology and let out a meek smile. Waving one hand on front of him, Irina tried to lighten her mood, “No, not see through, not here to kill you, can’t walk through walls either.. unfortunately.” She stopped for a moment, and made eye contact with the two of them. For the first time she took a moment to actually scan their faces and… she didn’t find anything all that terrifying, or out of ordinary. Just two people, as scared of their situation as she was. She nodded at the two of them, “My name is Irina, I’m glad I found you.” Her Russian accent was clear through her voice, it made her words hard and calloused, and sometimes she had to think for a few seconds before speaking. English was obviously not her first language. A blanket of darkness fell upon them as Justin turned off his light. It weighed heavily on Irina’s shoulders and she suddenly got light headed. Leaning against the wrecked mess of a wall, all Irina could see was the girl that lay in front of her door. All at once the smell came rushing back, and Irina’s hand dropped the mattock, her stomach almost retched again. The axe clattered to the floor, and the noise startled her out of her memory. “I.. I’m sorry,” she scrambled to pick up the weapon. Her words were jumbled, and she struggled to tell the two what happened. “There’s something you should know.. I uhm.. Outside of my room, just that way,” Irina pointed towards the way she came, although she didn’t know if they could see her hand, “There’s… It’s uhm.. There’s this dead girl? Her.. her intestines had been.. ripped.. right out of her. Someone.. or something, killed her.” Irina put a hand over her mouth, the thought of it making her nauseous.	Name: Irina Mehlakova Age: 23 Gender: Female Appearance: Irina is a rather average looking girl. She stands at 5’4” and was roughly 135 lbs last time she checked. Working on the farm has given her strong arms and legs, and the muscle definition can clearly be seen. Her eyes are a light green, speckled with brown and her skin has a warm tan to it. Her hands are rough and calloused, from years of hard work. Backstory: Irina’s whole family, grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, everyone, moved from Russia over to the small neighboring country of Latvia when she was very little. She doesn’t remember much of that time, but clearly recalls the long train ride from St. Petersburg all the way to Riga, Latvia. Her grandparents had bought a small farm just outside of the capital and for a very long time all 15 or 16 of them lived in that small wooden cottage. Soon, her parents bought an apartment in the city, but Irina chose to stay with her grandparents. On the farm they owned; two goats, a mother and her son, a cow, a flock of chickens and various cats and dogs that would come and go as they pleased. Irina’s grandparents were old, and her grandfather had suffered a stroke back in Russia, so his mobility was limited. But together they planted fruits and vegetables, they looked after their small patch of land and even renovated the house a bit. Her jobs often included; tending to the garden, taking care of the animals, herding the goats and chickens through the woods by the farm, and hunting for extra food. Personality: Working in order to survive, Irina grew up responsible and caring. She is a kind soul, especially to animals and anything involving nature. However, she is hardheaded and can be stubborn. Having never finished her schooling, Irina isn’t very well rounded in things like science, or History, but she has a passion for reading. Sometimes, Irina can be very straight forward, it comes with the way she was raised, and because of this she sometimes struggles making friends. She’ll tell you exactly what’s on her mind, without even a second thought. Talents: Tri-Lingual (Russian, English, Latvian in order of proficiency), Excellent reader, Can identify many plant and animal species just by looking at them, quick-witted, sharp tongue, very strong in her arms and legs, can walk/run for extended periods of time. Knows how to use a gun and is a fairly good shot. Other: Sometimes she sings to herself. If she’s angry or stressed, Irina might start speaking in all 3 languages at once. Loves stories. Pansexual.
7,740	205	28	1,182	1,252	Cleo left her hand on the wall to have at least a little guidance while she walked through the pitch dark corridors, as she suddenly stopped. Those wall was not made of smooth cement or bricks. It felt more like... debris piled up. For a moment she wondered why there were debris piled up instead of a solid wall. There has to be a reason. Just as she was considering trying to use the screen-light of her phone to have a better look at the 'wall', she heard a voice, not far away from her. Cleopatra tensed and didn't move, her hand still on the 'wall' and not breathing. She could make out three persons only a few steps away from her. A light coming from a phone was turned on. A phone. The voice was male. And according to his words, he was just trapped here, exactly like her. There were others? Did they have the same phone with the same text and the same bandage on their arm? The second voice to speak was female, and again it sounded rather like she was also trapped in this dark place. Cleo wasn't sure if one of them was only playing victim but instead was the kidnapper or whoever sent this text. She could either stand and hope she didn't get seen by those people or she could approach them. The third option, leaving, was already out as Cleo wouldn't do that. She didn't even know where she was and by her luck she was already lost and wouldn't even find back to the room she woke up in. With the hatchet in her hand tightly, she was ready to lift it up whenever someone attacked her. Knowing enough ways to defend herself, she didn't think lowering the hatchet when she approached them would give her any less chances of coming out as the victor in a possible fight. After all swinging a dull hatchet from above was not the only way to get a strike on the enemy. And with the hatchet lowered she had less chances of looking like a crazy murderer. The girl braced herself for any kind of attack and spoke. "Hello?" She didn't dare to step closer yet. "My name is Cleo and I am trapped in this place. I am confused and according to what I overheard - I'm sorry for that by the way - you are only trapped victims in this weird unreal situation too."	Name: "Cleo" (Cleopatra Stardust Hasting) Age: 20 Gender: Female Appearance: Better known looking like this. Now she rather goes like this and hopes nobody will recognize her. Personality: Emotional, easily hurt, very naive, desperately seeking for love, confident, brave Backstory: Cleo was born to an old, rich family. Everybody knows the last name Hasting. Her family was one of the left over royals, that had made it through the centuries. Her mother Linda was a strict woman, who cared the most about image and popularity. She was a famous model, pictures of her were everywhere around the world. Her father Hoziar Hasting IV was a crazy scientist. Crazy indeed. He believed that all of them were in dear danger at all times, being asked why he thought that, he would flip and yell the "obvious" dangers in the world to their family. He was a loving father nevertheless - that is when he was home. He worked almost 24/7 on some projects he never talked about. Still Cleo loved him dearly. He taught her how to play chess and sometimes he would let her win. Being protective as much as he could, he ordered that his little princess would learn defense and offense of any kind from a young age on. So Cleo learn how to fight and protect herself. When she reached the age of 8, her father taught her how to use several different guns and their bonding time would be whenever he got the chance to give it a few shots with his daughter. Her mother on the other side was too focused on the image her only daughter would throw onto the family. As soon as the girl could walk, she put her in any class she found "presentable". And so Cleo learnt how to dance and do arts and she had music class where she would be taught several intruments and singing. Karate class, gymnastic and swim class were on the list too. And nothing less but perfection was acceptable. The girl was very lonely, she didn't get to go out to play and make friends at all. Whenever her mother decided to step out with her tons of cameras appeared, and their desitnation was always either a shopping ceter, a spa or another of her classes. Cleopatra was home schooled and received top grades, since nothing less was acceptable. But that trapped her in the house while others went to catch the bus and talk with friends on the ride. She never had time to make any friends. She did meet some other kids in swim class and dance class, but was never able to meet up with them outside the classroom. As a lonely child she came up with imaginary friends, until her mother caught her talking to "ghosts" and told her she would curse the house. Several years later, when Cleo reached the age of 12, her father had one of his bad phases again. Thinking any minute the world would turn back into a jungle full of wild animals, he got someone to teach Cleopatra survival training. The young girl protested hard, but like always she had no say. Cleo has been all up on the news and magazines since her birth. Wanting to change that, she left her family and went out on her own. That was a few months back from now. Cleopatra changed her hair to a darker brown, she changed her whole appearance, named herself Cleo instead of Cleopatra and tried to live as a free woman. She worked at a ice cream shop, that served beverages and fish & chips as well. (Okaaaay.) She screwed up the first 15 days and the first 30 meals. But now she got the hang of it. (Dad should've taught me that instead!) Talents: Duo to her intense training and classes, she is almost unbeatable to everything physical. On the other side of the table, she is not a great thinker and not good with words either. She has average knowledge, but maths and logic, even problem solving is hard for her. She is not afraid to attampt any kind of physical competition, she is confident about that. She is fast, silent on her toes and has great balance. Cleo is not afraid of highs at all, but she's very afraid of rejection - she wants to make friends badly. Other: Cleo is bisexual, but had no experience in love yet whatsoever. And she still thinks she is straight. Cleo craves love and physical contact very much, since she had almost none all her life. (To her name: Cleopatra does not like her name. Her mother named her after Cleopatra, because she hoped the girl would turn out to be like her. Her father named her Stardust, because he was obsessed with astronomy when she was born. Cleo thinks that both are two very stupid reasons to name their child that, but she can't control that. Sadly.)
7,741	205	29	2,699	1,255	Gray Cièl – Room 13 – Outside Room 13 She picked up her many new affects in unabashed horror. She looked for something familiar, but nothing revealed itself to her. This room was new, the hammer though warn was new to her, the phone was not hers. She read the text message over, probably ten times one line in particular stood out, more than the other. Hold your breath. Without thinking, she did. Her fingers quickly flew across the keypad hammering out a reply. ‘Why?’ She could’ve been sweeter about it and she was going to follow the advice anyways, but she felt as though maybe if she knew she could figure something out. As for the toolbox she took note of what was there and stuffed the nails into her pocket, placed the hammer securely in a belt loop on her jeans and walked over to the door. She opened it preparing for the worst. She knew that holding her breath wouldn’t be something she could do for as long as she would like, however she knew that running wasn't a fair option either, it would make her feel the need to breathe in deeply, filling her lungs with... She couldn't bring herself to think about it. Upon exiting her room she would run along the hallway, ball up a fist and hit the side of the wall. Creating a noise she hoped would draw in the ‘unhappy woman’. In her other hand she desperately clutched the cell phone – which she prayed would receive a response.	Name: Gray Cièl Age: 24 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Most commonly motivated by a sense of urgency and money, commonly both: Gray is no stranger to striving for a sense of comfort, seeking a break from the franticness of life. She is an only child who seemed to still require optimum effort to gain the attention of her parents and as such found herself acting out in a variety of ways. She was raised on the south side of Chicago, in Canaryville she fended for herself through most of her adolescent leading into adult years and by the time Gray had turned 16 she was alone. While one may describe Gray as unpleasant, unhappy isn’t the right word to use on her. She is optimistic to a fault, always believing that every situation can be learned from and surprisingly forgiving. That being said, this is often not understood about Gray as her outer shell is that of a fast-talking crass Chicagoan thusly she is often considered exactly the opposite. Backstory: “Mrs. Cièl we’d like to take a minute to interview you, if that’s alright.” The familiar man said raising his mug to his chapped lips, sipping in the ebony concoction. “Yeah, let’s just get it over with.” “What was your relationship with the deceased?” The man furrowed his brow. “Fuck you John.” “Mrs. Cièl this is all being recorded, please this is just a formality.” “They’re my parents, and stop calling me that.” “How would you describe your relationship with them?” Cracked dry fingers tangled themselves together in front of Gray on the desk. “I wouldn’t.” “If you’re not going to cooper-” “Any relationship we had they ended when I was sixteen.” “Very well.” Dot jots were scribbled onto a blank piece of doctor’s paper, Gray analyzed the man’s finger, a band that had been worn was removed, the lines from its imprint still red and swollen. “What is your place of residence Mrs. Cièl?” “I’m around.” “Are you homeless?” “I have a home, I just don’t go.” “As you say Mrs. Cièl.” The man clicked his pen, in and out fumbling with its clip. “That it?” “Not quite. What can you tell me about your primary occupation?” “You arresting me John?” “Please. Cooperate.” The man said his frustration growing clearly stronger. “I’m a private eye, okay? I don’t do murders or any serious shit, I prefer to keep out of that sort of thing.” “How did a girl with no parents get started as a ‘private eye’? “It started off as work for friends, I was always hanging out in low places, so it was easier for me to scoop the dirt out of their lives. Word of mouth passed me on until I started realizing I could charge a premium for this kind of thing.” “On average how many customers do you have a month?” “Two, maybe three.” “And how long have you been a ‘business’ for? “Only two years.” “Just one last question.” “I just want to leave.” “Gray. Where were you?” The man’s sharp blue eyes attempted to penetrate her own, see her thoughts. “Fuck you Johnny, I didn’t kill my parents.” “Mrs. Ciel-“ “I’m sorry about your wife.” And she left the room, took a cab home, and fell asleep. Talents: Pros Freelance: Has done freelance work as a private detective, mostly investigating an unstable relationship, collecting photo-evidence and whatnot. While she does have some detecting abilities -- her abilities do not translate to forensic supremacy by any means. Self-Defense: She has some basic self-defense training as well as sometimes clients are less than satisfactory when they find out a partner has been cheating on them. Charmer: Gray can have an intoxicating personality, often resorting to her charms in order to win a situation over in her favor. Cons Alcoholic: As the title unfortunately reads Gray consumes alcohol at an unhealthy pace and as such finds herself intoxicated more nights than not. While she is not a fully consumed alcoholic by any means, she does crave the nectar. Unrefined: Never one to flutter on the more expensive side of life, Gray tends to be uncultured, unrefined and typically pretty crass. Other: Bi af.
7,742	205	30	1,960	260	Austin went pale at the mention of ripped intestines. If he was being honest, all the ingredients were there to turn this into a visceral disaster, but it all seemed to surreal to believe it was possible. But he had to keep his composure. Panic was a sure-fire way of turning this all into his worst nightmares. Especially when he was staring down a girl with a mattock dangling carefully from her hand. He paused, re-evaluated the situation. Sources of panic: The darkness that claimed them, the trashed atmosphere, the presence of a weapon, their combined residual discomfort. That placed them all around a 5 or a 6 before he did individual calculations. God, he really wished he could have his notebook at this moment in time. He could use the phone, he supposed, but there was only limited battery as Justin was saying. He just used his for light, and they might all need lights later. For now, the most important thing was trying to keep everyone calm, and keep everything normal. “Justin, that’s a good idea. Did everyone see their room numbers on the doors? We can probably rule those out,” he paused, “or it might be a good idea to move all of our stuff into one room. That way we can all access it easily without too much splitting up.” Then, with a breath, he decided it was best to come clean about what was hiding. No more secrets for now. Everything needed to be open if he was to generate any sense of trust. Sure, they were friendly now, but there was nothing to cement that relationship. At the moment they were only strangers in a similar situation. Seeing Irina was good too. The more the merrier, even if it could have greater disasters long-term. If Austin could find ways to keep stress levels down, then they could probably all make it through this alright. “So… I didn’t get a mattock, but I did get another item.” He licked his dry lips. “There was an empty revolver with spots for two bullets… I think.” He turned to Cleo who was coming down the passage, greeting her with a kind smile as he brushed fading pink hairs out of his face. With all the group assembled, he cleared his throat and added one final piece of advice. “I think our best chance to get out of this is if we can all work together. So, if it is okay with you, I think we should tell each other what our ‘mission’ is, and then do it. We don’t know who captured us, we don’t know why we’re here, and whoever put us here definitely has the upper hand. Let’s play by the rules for now and then find a better way out of here later. As for my mission: I’m supposed to find my ‘soulmate’ who could be pretty much anybody for all I know.”	Name: Austin Reid Age: 20 Gender: Male Appearance: Short swept hair, and a tall, firm frame keep this man solid in a consistent stance. His shoulders aren’t too broad, nor his legs too thick. His pride is apparent on his stance, but he isn’t one to let it become apparent. He likes tighter t-shirts and jeans, and bright colours are definitely his style. In fact, a few layers of his hair are coloured in a vibrant pink Personality: Austin is confident, but it comes in twofold. On one side he’s willing to admit he’s wrong and allow other people to take the lead because he’s confident in his own skills. On the other side, his pride can often get the best of him, especially when it relates to his talents. Otherwise he has a soft bravado with a quiet presence, as if denying the brightness, he tries to bring to his appearance. He isn’t afraid of who he is. You either love him or hate him, trust him or deny him, but either way he doesn’t care. He trusts that he can handle whatever situation that’s thrown at him. If he can’t, then someone he knows should be able to figure it out. At least until things get dangerous. His confidence takes a serious downfall if in the face of danger. Like his flirting style, any confidence behind his words stumble and fade away when challenged by someone else. He won’t run away, per se, but he can find the whole situation to be overwhelming pretty quickly and crack under the pressure. Also he’s a pretty serious flirt. Backstory: Being a Psych major with a serious passion for his field, Austin grew up spending a lot of his time understanding people. He’d read up almost any book he could find on the subject, or books based on romance and friendships. Novels were something he’d spend every free hour consuming until he started becoming friends with people. His priorities were always pretty straight. First focus on becoming a therapist, then on relationships, then reading. It was around high school age that romantic relationships entered that cycle. He’d end up with many relationships with many different people, but end up breaking them off a month or two later. He searched for the “perfect” relationship, believing that somewhere in all of his empathy and research he would be able to find it. That has not been achieved quite yet. Currently in the throes of his third year of school, romantic relationships needed to take a backseat for the work he was doing, involving plenty of extra credit doing research for numerous psychology professors. He was going to be one of the best therapists, and that meant he needed to do as much work as possible. It was some research into old case files at a ghostly asylum that he remembered reading last. Talents: Austin is a master of empathy, and he’s very good at judging current emotions or sanity levels in other people just by looking at them or sharing a short conversation. He can read and speak in most languages, although he sticks to English mostly (thanks to a lot of time spent wanting to understand books of various different languages). Austin’s an expert in language and logic-based puzzles as long as he’s given time to figure it out, though he cracks under pressure. Other: He tends to keep people in his head on various scales. A mental, physical, and emotional chart from 1-10 so he can keep track of how people are doing. Usually he also keeps notes on this, but he can usually keep a decent mental map if he needs to. Also not really important but Austin’s pan so romantic relationships can be with practically anyone.
7,743	205	31	1,142	1,144	Rhiannon nearly jumped out of her skin as the man appeared from one of the doors further down the hall. Despite her plea she had doubted anyone would actually respond to it and suspected a trap. Taking deep breaths she kept her cool, her hands still up and visible rather than try and antagonise the first person she met in this waking nightmare. She looked the man up and down, or at least what she could make out of him in the dim light, and decided he looked the bill for his story. Than itself could be part of this trap, she reminded herself. "I'm Rhiannon. I own a farm, my family are... in trouble with the law so I run it for now. Well, ran it. I guess one of the farm hands will take care of it while I'm away..." She hadn't thought of what ramifications her absence might have for her livelihood back home; with a sinking feeling she realised she hadn't even considered getting home as an actual possibility. More like a dream, an unachievable goal to keep her going in this sick place. "It's the same for me. I got a phone but I was in a room by myself. There was a box with water and soup and... a knife. I lost it somewhere in the rubbish when I tripped though." The lie rolled smoothly off her practiced tongue. Now was not the time to reveal she had part of an advanced weapon in here. A knife? That sounded less scary and easier to lose. Made her look harmless. The part about a dead body caught her attention though. Unless this person was a really practiced liar, better than her which was not completely impossible, then his apparent confusion added to his supposed innocence. The smell she had been aware of for some time made some sense now, although not like the corpses she had come across but there was no telling how long that one had been there. "Maybe... we should go away from here. Whoever killed the person might still be about and there might be others like us here... not killers, I mean." She half-turned but kept a weary eye on the man with her water bottle clutched tightly, ready to bludgeon him if he rushed her. Despite her fear, she doubted this bewildered and terrified accountant was a killer and his story seemed plausible but she suspected that nothing here was as it seemed. And who the hell is supposed to be my soul mate?	Name: Rhiannon Jones Age: 20 Gender: Female Appearance: Average height for a woman, thin and toned from a lifestyle of manual labour with skin so pale she looks like a ghost, Rhiannon is someone you take notice of. Her hair is a deep red and long enough to fall past her shoulder blades when let loose although she'll almost always tie it up into a ponytail for practicality's sake. The brightness of her hair nearly washes out the colour of skin, perhaps it might if not for her blue-green eyes which add much needed colour to her ghostly features. She has large irises, giving her an innocent and trusting expression when at rest. Despite her apparent physical fitness, this young woman always seems to be slouching, almost cowering, as if expecting a blow to strike her at any given moment and her movements are furtive; short and quick in a manner designed to avoid attention. Personality: Rhiannon has a nervous disposition and tends to avoid large crowds or interacting with people she does not know. She has very few safe zones and will not willingly venture out of them where possible. However, when pressed she can be quite the conversationalist demonstrating a quick wit and an enormous capacity for both empathy and sympathy. She will rarely act for others and looks to protect herself first and foremost, a pessimistic attitude that assumes that she will barely be able to do just that. Backstory: Her story is not overly complicated, nor, sadly, unusual. Born into a family whose other members died during her pre-memory years, Rhiannon was shipped off to a distant branch of her grandparents' descendants who showed little interest in her existence. As far as they were concerned, she was another mouth to feed until she was old enough to be of use in the fields. She received a smattering of basic education, that which she obliged to be given by law, but nothing extra was spent on her learning that could be better invested in the family business which never seemed to be anything but on the verge of bankruptcy. When she left schooling age, Rhiannon was not given an option for furthering her studies despite her great many academic interests and her apparent capacity to pursue such topics; now she could work full time on the farm and there was not another option given to her. Any mention of interests that did not coincide with her aunt or uncle, or their children for that matter, was enough to earn a physical lesson in obedience. Rhiannon learned from a young age that nothing would come from voicing her concerns, opinions or hopes and so she kept her head down and worked as she was directed to. From the physical labour she gained strength and also a resilience, the result of physical and verbal beatings from her loving family. Then accidents began to happen. One of her cousins had an unfortunate encounter with one of the farm vehicles and the young girl was blamed and beaten. Two months passed and another apparently drank herself to death, her corpse found in the morning with a death-mask grin on her face. Rhiannon's family blamed her, for she had brought bad luck on them from the beginning, had she not? Of course, they took every opportunity to beat her. One of the local officials noticed the young woman's bruises, standing out stark against her white skin, despite her 'attempts' to conceal them. By the time she turned twenty, Rhiannon ran the family business with her remaining family too busy standing murder and domestic abuse charges to maintain the farm any longer. Talents: Manipulation - Rhiannon knows how to push others' buttons and what character to play to get her way. Years spent under the thumb of an abusive family has corrupted her personality into one which thinks nothing of toying with others' emotions or livelihoods to benefit her own future. A good listener - She may be manipulative but this young woman can and does care for some people and is willing to sit while another talks away all their troubles, interjecting at moments to ask for details to express sympathy/outrage when required. Thanks to her own troubled life she understands pain and strife and will not judge others for the pasts they have endured. Other: Rhiannon is bisexual although she has a hard time making any kind of connection with anyone, casual or serious.
7,744	205	32	2,374	27	The girl seemed harmless. What had been her name? Rhiannon? What a pretty name. It reminded him of a pop star from Barbados that he rather liked, not that he would admit it to anyone. Anyway, he was glad he hadn't picked up that pipe. Why would he even need it against a defenseless girl? Her family situation, or what little of it that she had revealed, didn't bother him. Growing up, a couple of Tim's friends had gotten in trouble of the law. At the time, Tim had only had three friends, so he felt that their punishment had been undeserved regardless of their crimes (one had gotten in trouble hacking computers, the other hit his third strike selling crack cocaine). "Um, I think there were some supplies back there. With...the, uh, body." He gestured sheepishly behind him. Now that he was actually talking to someone, Tim felt his panic going down. No need for a meltdown. Yet. He took a deep breath, though the air still smelt awful, and felt his pulse go down. The dull thud of a headache still pulsed, but he could deal with that later. "I thought I heard some shouting a couple minutes ago. It was really muffled, but there must be more people down that way." Tim looked down the hallway, trying to squint so he could make out anything weird in the shadows. He wanted to ask for a sip of Rhiannon's water bottle, but from the defensive way she held it, he suspected it was better to ask later. "I'm up for some exploring I guess. I feel better now that I'm not alone. This is all really weird. Must be a prank if it's not a dream."	Name: Tim Age: 26 Gender: Male Appearance: Tall and lanky, with knobby wrists and hands. He is pasty as he spends all his time indoors as an accountant at an accounting firm. His eyes and cheeks seem to sink into his skull more with each passing year. Personality: Tim is boring. He is safe and nice enough to snag the occasional girlfriend, but too boring and unfunny for any lasting relationships. Tim feels lonely, bored, and unfulfilled. After studying hard in high school and college to get a promising future, Tim feels lied to and a bit worthless. Don't misunderstand, the job does pay well, but the hours are long and repetitive and Tim's bosses have noticed a steady decline in his motivation and overall attitude. Perhaps what Tim needs is some change in his life. Backstory: Raised in a lower-middle class family with a younger and older sibling, the importance of work ethic was heavily stressed during Tim's upbringing. His parents were immigrants and heavy believers in the American Dream. He got above average grades in high school, but attended an average college since they gave him the best scholarship offer. Talents: Tim is very good at blending in. He is almost unnoticeable, and his lack of any interesting traits mean he can fit into almost any group at least temporarily. Other: When he was younger, Tim loved reading adventure novels. To this day, the "safe space" in his head is based entirely on his favorite adventure series, Redwall Alley, which featured talking mice and squirrels.
7,745	205	33	2,182	991	- North Hallway above Room 16 As you left the body behind, you could barely make out the paths that you could take. There was one ahead and one to the left. On the crossroads of these paths seemed to be a decently sized rectangle, as if cut out of the concrete wall. A sheet of metal was inserted on the inside of the wall, blocking access to it. It seemed to be important. There was a large pile of trash underneath the opening. However, it was too dark to see anything specific inside. , , & - 7...12 Hallway As each of you spoke, a chime sounded. The same one from earlier, when you got the first message. However, it was a single chime. The only phone that lit up was the one with the plastic skull dangling from it. dingdingding, we have a winner~ (*＾-‘) 乃 knew you could do it! swing by a dropoff to pickup your treat! nice job making friends, too~ i thought you would just make 1, but 3? !Σ（￣口￣；； really shocked me~ - Outside Room 13 As you rushed the unknown, you found nobody else. You simply found a wall on the other side. However, to the East of you was a giant pile of debris that was large enough to block the large hallway that seemed as if it was a road. The hallway that you were in had the occasional light turned on. Luckily, it was enough for you to see everything in the hallway. Very little trash remained on the sides. Most of it was dust. A few footprints could be seen in the dust, but most of them had been covered by more dust. To the end of the hallway was a wall, along with a path North and a path South. While you could not see anything, you could barely hear murmurs coming from the North. & - The Washroom As the two of you spoke, an extremely noticeable creak sounded from inside of the washroom. Everything was silent; then, as if in rhythmic succession, another creak. More silence. Creak. Silence. Crea- silenc- cre. It was getting faster. Then, the silence was removed all together. Crack, crack, crack. It sounded like something was breaking. Then, bang. Finally, flowing. Upon investigating the sound, it became apparent that one of rusted old pipes leading into one of the urinals had burst. What seemed so terrifying was actually just a way of making sure that private business was done properly. Water flowed out of the pipe, filling the room with even more of a salty smell. It seemed like any smell that the corpse nearby had had had vanished.	Future site of a character directory.
7,746	205	34	693	1,154	North Hallway above Room 16 After he caught his breath from looting the body, Aedin made his way down the hallway. The only things worth mentioning from the corpse were the hatchet and the rope and the hatchet was in just as poor condition as the box cutter in his pocket. He wasn't about to complain though as he slipped it through a belt loop on the left side of his pants. For him it was just another tool. The rope was barely enough to hang yourself by, maybe all of five feet, but it was something. He tied it around his waist like a belt as he walked down the hall. He came up to a curious rectangle of sheet metal cut out from the concrete of the wall. Whatever it was, the difference told Aedin that this was probably an important place. He banged his palm a couple times on the metal to see if the sound was hollow or if it had a solid feeling behind it. Then he tried turning on the cell phone to use the light it created to use it to inspect the garbage underneath it. After all, the greatest of tools could be found in garbage. As he searched the garbage he began to wonder where the other people here were. He had a bad feeling about not meeting his mission to borrow something from someone.	Name: Aedin Demavend Age: 19 Gender: Male Personality: Aedin is a survivor used to the loner life. He works well with others, but only as a means to meet his personal goals. He's a fast thinker with a sarcastic attitude. He doesn't like overextending his physical limits. Morals never enter the picture for him, only his self-serving needs. Backstory: Homelessness is all Aedin knows. He grew up being raised by a homeless father that looked to take care of his own needs first and then Aedin's second. From a young age, Aedin had to grow up fast to survive. He learned how to steal by using others as a distraction. Of course he had his mess ups and close calls, but he was lucky enough to never be caught by the police. He always dealt with the problems he could with sarcasm, and even with the problems he couldn't deal with he used it. He eventually got out of the city he grew up in after he turned 16 and he did it to get away from his father. He wanted to set up his own stomping grounds elsewhere. He settled down in San Fransisco and quickly found a spot he could use as a base of operations. There were gangs here that he had to learn to respect, but if he could get away with it he rather enjoyed ripping them off. He ended up building a small crew himself, but he couldn't call any one of them a friend as they all were only using each other and he knew it. Talents: Improvisation - A fast thinker has to think on his feet, and a little bit of imagination can (limitedly) go a long way. Street Fighting - Who needs to fight fair where you have to fight to survive? On the street everything is a weapon even the dirt. Petty Theft - Gotta knack for stealing things. Oh, this phone? I'm just borrowing it. Other: Bringing up his father is a bad idea.
7,747	205	35	2,699	1,255	Gray Cièl - 13...7 Hallway Gray's breath was limited as she believed for whatever reason she had to hold her breath, she began walking towards the intersection as she couldn't see anything else in the hallway that would be of use to her. She slowly approached the bend before a tight pain in her chest made it clear that she would have to breath to continue onward. Regrettably she stood and took a deep breath, rapidly her chest rose and fall and the oxygen she breathed in carried with it a putrid smell that wafted over everything that she could smell, replacing any scent that may have accompanied the dusty hallway. She immediately covered her face and nose in an attempt to block out the smell. While it was faint as though it hadn't originated from around here, it was definitely putrid. However, the smell was also a gift - for all she knew there was no toxins just a horrid smell. As such she immediately began calling out as she walked towards the murmurs to the north. Not too loud, but from what she could tell louder than anyone was speaking to the north. She knew that even approaching people in a place like this was incredibly risky. But she also knew that she was not going to escape this place alone, perhaps whoever had texted her had also kidnapped others. She attempted to carry that optimistic hope within her heart as she continued on down the hallway forward unto the unknown. Once she had walked to the point where the murmurs were louder and she could tell they were close she called out. "Hello? Anyone?"	Name: Gray Cièl Age: 24 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Most commonly motivated by a sense of urgency and money, commonly both: Gray is no stranger to striving for a sense of comfort, seeking a break from the franticness of life. She is an only child who seemed to still require optimum effort to gain the attention of her parents and as such found herself acting out in a variety of ways. She was raised on the south side of Chicago, in Canaryville she fended for herself through most of her adolescent leading into adult years and by the time Gray had turned 16 she was alone. While one may describe Gray as unpleasant, unhappy isn’t the right word to use on her. She is optimistic to a fault, always believing that every situation can be learned from and surprisingly forgiving. That being said, this is often not understood about Gray as her outer shell is that of a fast-talking crass Chicagoan thusly she is often considered exactly the opposite. Backstory: “Mrs. Cièl we’d like to take a minute to interview you, if that’s alright.” The familiar man said raising his mug to his chapped lips, sipping in the ebony concoction. “Yeah, let’s just get it over with.” “What was your relationship with the deceased?” The man furrowed his brow. “Fuck you John.” “Mrs. Cièl this is all being recorded, please this is just a formality.” “They’re my parents, and stop calling me that.” “How would you describe your relationship with them?” Cracked dry fingers tangled themselves together in front of Gray on the desk. “I wouldn’t.” “If you’re not going to cooper-” “Any relationship we had they ended when I was sixteen.” “Very well.” Dot jots were scribbled onto a blank piece of doctor’s paper, Gray analyzed the man’s finger, a band that had been worn was removed, the lines from its imprint still red and swollen. “What is your place of residence Mrs. Cièl?” “I’m around.” “Are you homeless?” “I have a home, I just don’t go.” “As you say Mrs. Cièl.” The man clicked his pen, in and out fumbling with its clip. “That it?” “Not quite. What can you tell me about your primary occupation?” “You arresting me John?” “Please. Cooperate.” The man said his frustration growing clearly stronger. “I’m a private eye, okay? I don’t do murders or any serious shit, I prefer to keep out of that sort of thing.” “How did a girl with no parents get started as a ‘private eye’? “It started off as work for friends, I was always hanging out in low places, so it was easier for me to scoop the dirt out of their lives. Word of mouth passed me on until I started realizing I could charge a premium for this kind of thing.” “On average how many customers do you have a month?” “Two, maybe three.” “And how long have you been a ‘business’ for? “Only two years.” “Just one last question.” “I just want to leave.” “Gray. Where were you?” The man’s sharp blue eyes attempted to penetrate her own, see her thoughts. “Fuck you Johnny, I didn’t kill my parents.” “Mrs. Ciel-“ “I’m sorry about your wife.” And she left the room, took a cab home, and fell asleep. Talents: Pros Freelance: Has done freelance work as a private detective, mostly investigating an unstable relationship, collecting photo-evidence and whatnot. While she does have some detecting abilities -- her abilities do not translate to forensic supremacy by any means. Self-Defense: She has some basic self-defense training as well as sometimes clients are less than satisfactory when they find out a partner has been cheating on them. Charmer: Gray can have an intoxicating personality, often resorting to her charms in order to win a situation over in her favor. Cons Alcoholic: As the title unfortunately reads Gray consumes alcohol at an unhealthy pace and as such finds herself intoxicated more nights than not. While she is not a fully consumed alcoholic by any means, she does crave the nectar. Unrefined: Never one to flutter on the more expensive side of life, Gray tends to be uncultured, unrefined and typically pretty crass. Other: Bi af.
7,748	205	36	2,372	423	Justin let out a long sigh, closing his eyes as Irina voiced her discovery and concerns. Remember, he told himself. Keep your damn wits together. Slowly he opened them and let his hazel eyes linger on the faces of the two before him. Even in the dark his irises managed to somehow to stand out, with their contrasted mixture of copper and emerald. Though he was quite exhausted, mentally and physically, his determination did not waver in the brightness of his eyes. "So it's like I thought. There were people here before us." He indicated to the trash scattered around them, to the crushed cans and dusty water bottles. "Something bad is going on here, guys, and like Austin said, if we don't work together and find a way out, then maybe we'll soon find ourselves to be in the exact predicament as the person Irina mentioned..." As soon as he finished what he was saying, a third person emerged from the melancholic shadows. Another girl, and this one had a hatchet in her hands. "Please don't tell me that you're the ghost," he humored at her and glanced at Irina with a raised eyebrow. He then cursed to himself - now's not the time to be seeking out recognition for a stupid inside joke, you ass. "Hi Cleo. It's okay, we're all in the same boat as you. Matter of fact, we were in the process of discussing a plan of action to try and figure out what the hell we should do now. I have a feeling that there are still some of us out there, too." Justin hesitated at the thought. Could it be too late for some of them...? He shook his head, then turned back to Austin. When the other man revealed the existence of his "gift", Justin didn't know what to expect. "What do you mean a revolver with only two spots for bullets? It only has two working chambers?" Justin cocked his head slightly to the side. A defected weapon, with no ammunition either? That was quite a peculiar thing to give to someone...and speaking of peculiar things... Justin cleared his throat, his lips pressed into a thin line. He eyed everyone again, then gave a heavy sigh before reaching to the box kept safely locked between his feet where he was standing. He pulled out the two smaller boxes and gingerly opened them up and revealed its contents: the syringe and the seven bottles of unknown chemicals, though each bottle was marked. Two had caduceus rods, two had skulls, two had Zzz's, and the most ominous label of all - "You Monster". When everyone had a chance to peek, he slowly boxed them back and put them away. "The hell if I know what I'm suppose to use these for," he whispered, eyeing the ground gently. "This is so fucked up, guys." Another sigh. But Justin raised his head and nodded when Austin suggested to show each other their respected "missions". "Well," Justin began after Austin stated the contents of his text message, "you do find love in all the wrong places. And if this is not the wrongest place to be, then please let me be a bachelor forever. As for me, my mission is-" dingdingding, we have a winner~ (*＾-‘) 乃 knew you could do it! swing by a dropoff to pickup your treat! nice job making friends, too~ i thought you would just make 1, but 3? !Σ（￣口￣；； really shocked me~ After recovering from almost throwing the phone down the hallway, Justin slowly raised the phone to his face. You could hear his heartbeat pounding through his chest and echoing down the deadened hallways. Finally, he turned the phone to his peers, and eyed all three with a solemn expression. "Well. I guess I just completed mine. Thanks for being my friends, I guess." Just then, another female voice could be heard and this time, it was from behind them, around the corner towards the south end of the T intersection where Austin and Justin's room were. "Um, hello. We're all friendlies here, and if you're not planning to murder us all, feel free to join us." Still, he eyed the rest of them and in a lower voice, asked "So, what do you guys want to do once everything is sorted out between us? Look to see if there are still others?" He gestured at where the new voice was coming from. "Or should we start finding this...dropoff point thing?" Justin eyed the phone warily, noticing how gloomy the skull charm looked in the non-existent lighting. "If need be, I can go alone. Don't want to drag any of you into a potentially scarier place since it's my 'treat' but... whatever it is, I think it could bring us some important clues."	Name: Justin Mai Age: 21 Gender: Male Appearance: Dark-brown, short chic hair that is usually kept neat and styled in a charming manner that frames his angular face quite well. He is of mixed ethnicity - his father being Chinese and his mother from the States. Because of his multiracial traits, his eyes are colored hazel are more of a rounded almond shape. He has an olive-colored complexion, inheriting the darker skin tones from his father. Being Chinese-American, he stands at a shorter-than-average height than his fully Caucasian peers, but only by a little. Though sporting a thin frame, his athleticism over the years have made his body quite sturdy, though it doesn't quite show underneath his usual fitted clothing. For his attire, he usually wears things that are pretty casual but stylish with darker colors. Personality: Charming, laid-back, and sociable, Justin is a young man who is in the prime of his years. He radiates youth with his optimism as well as show it by partaking in silly risks and living his days with a splash of adventure and mischief. His confidence is backed by his stubbornness, a disastrous combination that usually leads him into trouble. Still, he is intelligent enough to never put himself and those around him in any real danger, as he knows he cannot forsake the future he had worked so hard for. Because of his casual demeanor, he is quite charismatic and approachable. He carries a conversation as smooth as silk and has the ability to dissuade most tension in a situation with his logical and refreshing words. He can be really understanding but conversely, it's difficult for him to open up - but he hides it very well. In most cases, this makes him quite the liar, though he tries not to without good reason. He is more persuasive than intimidating, which is both a strength and weaknesses depending on the situation. Usually he is level-headed and can be analytical with his surroundings, and though his fuse is long, there are things that can quickly set off his temper and make him quite rash. But again, he is able to mask his weakness quite well. Backstory: His father was a descendant of Chinese immigrants who had came over to the United States during WWII. Though having grown up in San Diego, California since he was born, Justin's father and his grandparents were quite traditional with their Chinese roots. It was only after his father was in high school, where he met his American mother, that his sense of tradition began to fade and instead became quite 'westernized' himself. So when Justin was born many years later, he was raised primarily on American values and principles, with his Chinese heritage being sprinkled in here and there. Justin grew up in a household of an average, middle-class nuclear family with him being the only child. His parents are hard workers, with his dad being a small-time manager of a metalworking company and his mom a receptionist at a local hospital. He himself is in his third year of University, just finishing up the remaining of his pre-requisites to apply for an externship that would finish off his medical imaging degree. He is quite adept with his major, having taken interest in Anatomy and Physiology since his early high-school days. He knows a lot about the human body, as well as having the basic fundamentals of pathology and medicine ingrained in his head after years of hard studying for his future profession. On his down-times, Justin participates in various cardio and weight-bearing exercises so that he may keep in shape for his kickboxing hobby in Muay Thai. Though he lives on his own now, he still frequents his parents quite regularly as he his close with his family. Though he is quite sociable at school and well-known, he only hangs out with a select group of individuals that he calls his closest friends. Talents: Being a student of a major that branches off of medicine, he is quite adept at first aid and giving out diagnoses and prognoses. Though his initial knowledge is severely limited, as long as the pathology is not too rare or complex, he's able to establish a very broad idea of what it is, and therefor, can maybe procure some sort of temporary remedy, if not being able to cure it without proper medicine. As a practioner of Muay Thai, he is capable of self-defense but only to a limited extent. He has a small sparring background, and has only been training for a year. Other: He loves sweets, and usually carries around some sort of small candy in his pockets.
7,749	205	37	1,142	1,144	Rhiannon felt more confident around this man, maybe because he slight sheepishness appeared to give her the upper hand. The situation and the place still scared her half to death but at least if she was trapped here in some kind of death or survival game then it looked like she might have the advantage. Assuming that the man wasn't putting up a facade. "Let's have a look at the supplies then. Anything might help us here, so far all I've found outside the room is a lot of rubbish. Quite literally." She walked past him, back straight and trying to force confidence into her voice as she tried to take charge. The room he had come from had a powerful odour seeping out of it, the same one she had been smelling up until then. She began to push on the door, taking a deep breath before she faced the corpse he had spoken of, when the creaking sounded from inside stopped her. He did say the body was dead, right? The creaking continued but to her it sounded distinctly non-human and then the sound of rushing water from beyond the door assured her the corpse had not in fact come back to haunt them. Heaving on the door she pushed into the room to see a broken pipe gushing water across the floor. Swirls of red discoloured the salty-smelling water as it began to clean away the dark dried blotches of blood across the room. The corpse itself disturbed her, the weapon a brutal thing, but it was no worse than she had seen. Nothing like someone who's been a harvester a few times. "Where are these supplies then? Let's get them and get away from here, it gives me the creeps. Maybe we can search for anyone else in this place, see what we can find out."	Name: Rhiannon Jones Age: 20 Gender: Female Appearance: Average height for a woman, thin and toned from a lifestyle of manual labour with skin so pale she looks like a ghost, Rhiannon is someone you take notice of. Her hair is a deep red and long enough to fall past her shoulder blades when let loose although she'll almost always tie it up into a ponytail for practicality's sake. The brightness of her hair nearly washes out the colour of skin, perhaps it might if not for her blue-green eyes which add much needed colour to her ghostly features. She has large irises, giving her an innocent and trusting expression when at rest. Despite her apparent physical fitness, this young woman always seems to be slouching, almost cowering, as if expecting a blow to strike her at any given moment and her movements are furtive; short and quick in a manner designed to avoid attention. Personality: Rhiannon has a nervous disposition and tends to avoid large crowds or interacting with people she does not know. She has very few safe zones and will not willingly venture out of them where possible. However, when pressed she can be quite the conversationalist demonstrating a quick wit and an enormous capacity for both empathy and sympathy. She will rarely act for others and looks to protect herself first and foremost, a pessimistic attitude that assumes that she will barely be able to do just that. Backstory: Her story is not overly complicated, nor, sadly, unusual. Born into a family whose other members died during her pre-memory years, Rhiannon was shipped off to a distant branch of her grandparents' descendants who showed little interest in her existence. As far as they were concerned, she was another mouth to feed until she was old enough to be of use in the fields. She received a smattering of basic education, that which she obliged to be given by law, but nothing extra was spent on her learning that could be better invested in the family business which never seemed to be anything but on the verge of bankruptcy. When she left schooling age, Rhiannon was not given an option for furthering her studies despite her great many academic interests and her apparent capacity to pursue such topics; now she could work full time on the farm and there was not another option given to her. Any mention of interests that did not coincide with her aunt or uncle, or their children for that matter, was enough to earn a physical lesson in obedience. Rhiannon learned from a young age that nothing would come from voicing her concerns, opinions or hopes and so she kept her head down and worked as she was directed to. From the physical labour she gained strength and also a resilience, the result of physical and verbal beatings from her loving family. Then accidents began to happen. One of her cousins had an unfortunate encounter with one of the farm vehicles and the young girl was blamed and beaten. Two months passed and another apparently drank herself to death, her corpse found in the morning with a death-mask grin on her face. Rhiannon's family blamed her, for she had brought bad luck on them from the beginning, had she not? Of course, they took every opportunity to beat her. One of the local officials noticed the young woman's bruises, standing out stark against her white skin, despite her 'attempts' to conceal them. By the time she turned twenty, Rhiannon ran the family business with her remaining family too busy standing murder and domestic abuse charges to maintain the farm any longer. Talents: Manipulation - Rhiannon knows how to push others' buttons and what character to play to get her way. Years spent under the thumb of an abusive family has corrupted her personality into one which thinks nothing of toying with others' emotions or livelihoods to benefit her own future. A good listener - She may be manipulative but this young woman can and does care for some people and is willing to sit while another talks away all their troubles, interjecting at moments to ask for details to express sympathy/outrage when required. Thanks to her own troubled life she understands pain and strife and will not judge others for the pasts they have endured. Other: Rhiannon is bisexual although she has a hard time making any kind of connection with anyone, casual or serious.
7,750	205	38	571	277	Getting a hold of herself once more, Irina steeled her shoulders and nodded. “Yeah, I think moving all of our stuff together is a good idea. We could take turns keeping watch when we’re tired. If I remember correctly, I was in room 9. But I don’t think that’s the one we should gather in…” She looked around uncomfortably, before letting out a puff of air through her lips. As Austin mentioned the gun that he got, Irina’s first instinct was to curiously question him. She'd used guns before, but had never heard of one getting it's chambers sealed. "Thanks for being honest. Revolver, right? What type, if you know?" Irina couldn’t help but jump at the sudden voice directly behind her. Turning around, she saw another girl and sighed in relief. It wasn’t a monster, or their captor (whomever that happened to be), which was good enough for her. She introduced herself, yet again, with a small smile. Looking at Justin, she couldn’t help but give a quiet snicker at his joke. “You’ve got some obsession with ghosts,” she muttered under her breath. Within moments he had also reached into his pockets and pulled out what appeared to be found in his box. Irina leaned close, examining the small vials and furrowing her brows when she couldn’t figure out what one of them meant. “What is this Monster one?” She wondered if it was just an American thing that she wasn’t understanding. Despite being good at English, she wasn’t well rounded in slang or some short-hand words. English jokes often flew right over her head as well. She eyed the trio around them, hoping one of them could explain the ominous label. “I think our best chance to get out of this is if we can all work together. So, if it is okay with you, I think we should tell each other what our ‘mission’ is, and then do it.” Irina nodded and pulled her phone out of her pocket. Rereading the message, she glanced up at them before answering, “Mine says I have to help someone. That’s all. But help them with what?” Scratching her head, Irina showed her new ‘friends’ her phone before pocketing it once more. Another voice called out from the darkness and Irina let out a sigh. “How many of us are there?” Shaking her head, she tried to ignore how fucked this situation was. After Justin, she called out as well. “There’s 3 of us, please don’t be scared! Grouping together would be better than going alone.” Her thick accent echoed off the walls and bounced back to her ears. Irina swallowed, staring into the darkness in hopes of seeing another friendly face. So far, they had been very lucky in not running into anyone, or anything, crazy. She wondered about this drop off point that Justin had mentioned, but whatever it was it could provide valuable hints about their situation. “I don’t know if going alone is a good idea. At least take one of us with you. Just in case? The others can start gathering all of our things into one room… Or we can all just stay grouped up.. I don’t know.” Irina realized that she had started to ramble, caught herself, and quickly stopped talking.	Name: Irina Mehlakova Age: 23 Gender: Female Appearance: Irina is a rather average looking girl. She stands at 5’4” and was roughly 135 lbs last time she checked. Working on the farm has given her strong arms and legs, and the muscle definition can clearly be seen. Her eyes are a light green, speckled with brown and her skin has a warm tan to it. Her hands are rough and calloused, from years of hard work. Backstory: Irina’s whole family, grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, everyone, moved from Russia over to the small neighboring country of Latvia when she was very little. She doesn’t remember much of that time, but clearly recalls the long train ride from St. Petersburg all the way to Riga, Latvia. Her grandparents had bought a small farm just outside of the capital and for a very long time all 15 or 16 of them lived in that small wooden cottage. Soon, her parents bought an apartment in the city, but Irina chose to stay with her grandparents. On the farm they owned; two goats, a mother and her son, a cow, a flock of chickens and various cats and dogs that would come and go as they pleased. Irina’s grandparents were old, and her grandfather had suffered a stroke back in Russia, so his mobility was limited. But together they planted fruits and vegetables, they looked after their small patch of land and even renovated the house a bit. Her jobs often included; tending to the garden, taking care of the animals, herding the goats and chickens through the woods by the farm, and hunting for extra food. Personality: Working in order to survive, Irina grew up responsible and caring. She is a kind soul, especially to animals and anything involving nature. However, she is hardheaded and can be stubborn. Having never finished her schooling, Irina isn’t very well rounded in things like science, or History, but she has a passion for reading. Sometimes, Irina can be very straight forward, it comes with the way she was raised, and because of this she sometimes struggles making friends. She’ll tell you exactly what’s on her mind, without even a second thought. Talents: Tri-Lingual (Russian, English, Latvian in order of proficiency), Excellent reader, Can identify many plant and animal species just by looking at them, quick-witted, sharp tongue, very strong in her arms and legs, can walk/run for extended periods of time. Knows how to use a gun and is a fairly good shot. Other: Sometimes she sings to herself. If she’s angry or stressed, Irina might start speaking in all 3 languages at once. Loves stories. Pansexual.
7,751	205	39	2,699	1,255	Gray Cièl - Hallway 7...13 Gray breathed a sigh of relief, one that caused a thought in the back of her head to call her idiotic after receiving the instructions that she had gotten. Two voices had called out to her, one a male’s voice and one a thickly accented female. She walked towards them with her hands raised, a relatively universal sign indicating no foul intentions were present. She almost made sure to make it clear that she had the hammer in her belt loop turning in order for it to be facing them and motioning down towards it. “Do you guys know what’s going on?” Gray asked. Upon examining the fellows she was pleasantly surprised to find that they all seemed to be rather normal young attractive people, Gray’s thoughts immediately went to her kidnapper – whoever it was. Did they have a type? Was she that type, how did she fit in with all of these people? She had many questions, most of which would have to stay unanswered for the time being. Once she thought the others would have adequately understood the hands-raised message she reached into her pocket and grabbed her cell phone, raising it up to face the group. “I got told to find the sad girl, get her keys, you guys have any idea what the hell that means?” She glanced at her phone and then back at the group before remembering the all-important final sentence. “It also states that I am to hold my breath, but” Gray took a deep sigh. She almost laughed – maybe she would have if she wasn’t in this fucked up situation. “As you can see, there’s no way I can do that until I find the sad lady.” Gray tousled her hair in an attempt to clear her mind and see through the illusion, but she couldn’t she didn’t know enough about this place, or these people. “So unless you’re feeling blue, I’m shit outta luck.” Gray said motioning towards the girl with the accent. “Ah shit,” she said taking a step backwards. “I’m Gray, never introduced myself.” She said motioning to all of her. “Oh I also got this hammer, some shitty nails, food and some other stuff in the room I was in.” Gray said motioning behind her towards the way she had walked.	Name: Gray Cièl Age: 24 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Most commonly motivated by a sense of urgency and money, commonly both: Gray is no stranger to striving for a sense of comfort, seeking a break from the franticness of life. She is an only child who seemed to still require optimum effort to gain the attention of her parents and as such found herself acting out in a variety of ways. She was raised on the south side of Chicago, in Canaryville she fended for herself through most of her adolescent leading into adult years and by the time Gray had turned 16 she was alone. While one may describe Gray as unpleasant, unhappy isn’t the right word to use on her. She is optimistic to a fault, always believing that every situation can be learned from and surprisingly forgiving. That being said, this is often not understood about Gray as her outer shell is that of a fast-talking crass Chicagoan thusly she is often considered exactly the opposite. Backstory: “Mrs. Cièl we’d like to take a minute to interview you, if that’s alright.” The familiar man said raising his mug to his chapped lips, sipping in the ebony concoction. “Yeah, let’s just get it over with.” “What was your relationship with the deceased?” The man furrowed his brow. “Fuck you John.” “Mrs. Cièl this is all being recorded, please this is just a formality.” “They’re my parents, and stop calling me that.” “How would you describe your relationship with them?” Cracked dry fingers tangled themselves together in front of Gray on the desk. “I wouldn’t.” “If you’re not going to cooper-” “Any relationship we had they ended when I was sixteen.” “Very well.” Dot jots were scribbled onto a blank piece of doctor’s paper, Gray analyzed the man’s finger, a band that had been worn was removed, the lines from its imprint still red and swollen. “What is your place of residence Mrs. Cièl?” “I’m around.” “Are you homeless?” “I have a home, I just don’t go.” “As you say Mrs. Cièl.” The man clicked his pen, in and out fumbling with its clip. “That it?” “Not quite. What can you tell me about your primary occupation?” “You arresting me John?” “Please. Cooperate.” The man said his frustration growing clearly stronger. “I’m a private eye, okay? I don’t do murders or any serious shit, I prefer to keep out of that sort of thing.” “How did a girl with no parents get started as a ‘private eye’? “It started off as work for friends, I was always hanging out in low places, so it was easier for me to scoop the dirt out of their lives. Word of mouth passed me on until I started realizing I could charge a premium for this kind of thing.” “On average how many customers do you have a month?” “Two, maybe three.” “And how long have you been a ‘business’ for? “Only two years.” “Just one last question.” “I just want to leave.” “Gray. Where were you?” The man’s sharp blue eyes attempted to penetrate her own, see her thoughts. “Fuck you Johnny, I didn’t kill my parents.” “Mrs. Ciel-“ “I’m sorry about your wife.” And she left the room, took a cab home, and fell asleep. Talents: Pros Freelance: Has done freelance work as a private detective, mostly investigating an unstable relationship, collecting photo-evidence and whatnot. While she does have some detecting abilities -- her abilities do not translate to forensic supremacy by any means. Self-Defense: She has some basic self-defense training as well as sometimes clients are less than satisfactory when they find out a partner has been cheating on them. Charmer: Gray can have an intoxicating personality, often resorting to her charms in order to win a situation over in her favor. Cons Alcoholic: As the title unfortunately reads Gray consumes alcohol at an unhealthy pace and as such finds herself intoxicated more nights than not. While she is not a fully consumed alcoholic by any means, she does crave the nectar. Unrefined: Never one to flutter on the more expensive side of life, Gray tends to be uncultured, unrefined and typically pretty crass. Other: Bi af.
7,752	205	40	2,374	27	U-under the corpse. The color drained from Tim's already pale face, making his features look more sunken in. He had half-followed Rhiannon into the washroom, choosing to stay closer to the door. He tried very hard to not look at the thing laying facedown on the floor, pipe still sticking out of it. It's a corpse, not a thing, chided the dark corners of his mind, making him all the more anxious to leave it. "Maybe we should just leave the supplies for now. If there are other people, there must be more supplies." Tim wiped his clammy hands against his work pants. "I don't want to touch the-the.." ,he gestured vaguely to the dead body. At least the smell was better. If Rhiannon insisted he supposed he could help lift the body or something, as long as he could look away while he did it. And what of the others? He was sure he had faintly heard a shout or two, so there had to be other people besides himself and Rhiannon. Speaking of which, while his first instinct had been to trust Rhiannon, how much could he actually trust her? What if she knew more than she was giving away? But then again, the girl seemed serious, so tense. Someone who knew what was going on wouldn't be that tense, right? Also what about the messages he had received. Welcome back. Make this unhappy man beside you happy. Did that mean he had to make the dead body happy? No, that made no sense. The phone was now in his front pants pocket, tucked away until the next time it might ring. "Hey, uh, by the way. When you woke up was there, uh, was there a phone anywhere near you?"	Name: Tim Age: 26 Gender: Male Appearance: Tall and lanky, with knobby wrists and hands. He is pasty as he spends all his time indoors as an accountant at an accounting firm. His eyes and cheeks seem to sink into his skull more with each passing year. Personality: Tim is boring. He is safe and nice enough to snag the occasional girlfriend, but too boring and unfunny for any lasting relationships. Tim feels lonely, bored, and unfulfilled. After studying hard in high school and college to get a promising future, Tim feels lied to and a bit worthless. Don't misunderstand, the job does pay well, but the hours are long and repetitive and Tim's bosses have noticed a steady decline in his motivation and overall attitude. Perhaps what Tim needs is some change in his life. Backstory: Raised in a lower-middle class family with a younger and older sibling, the importance of work ethic was heavily stressed during Tim's upbringing. His parents were immigrants and heavy believers in the American Dream. He got above average grades in high school, but attended an average college since they gave him the best scholarship offer. Talents: Tim is very good at blending in. He is almost unnoticeable, and his lack of any interesting traits mean he can fit into almost any group at least temporarily. Other: When he was younger, Tim loved reading adventure novels. To this day, the "safe space" in his head is based entirely on his favorite adventure series, Redwall Alley, which featured talking mice and squirrels.
7,753	205	41	1,960	260	One person’s phone went off, and Austin glanced over at Justin’s phone with a morbid curiosity. The same cheeky-looking text told him to go to a “drop-off point”? If Austin was being honest, he really didn’t like the idea of them splitting off for any reason. Especially with the dead bodies that were lying scattered about. The truth was that Austin expected there were still others out there, and keeping everyone close would be safer for everyone. Justin’s vials were just as concerning as his revolver, but the signals were all mixed. Who trapped them here and what were they getting out of this? It was like the tasks they were given wanted them to cooperate, but everything else was suggesting that this was going to end violently. If they put everything away, Austin could breathe easier without fear of someone stabbing him in the neck at a moment’s notice. The weapons could be put away, the food and water could be distributed properly, and maybe they could turn it into a sentry point against whatever force they decided to put out there. There was still the case of his missing soulmate, but he was hoping that finding them would be a simple task. “Okay, here’s what I think,” Austin announced to the crowd around him. It was a decent force, but his mental score sheets for each person were inconclusive. “I was in room seven… it’s in this hallway. We should all bring our stuff back to this room so that we know where to find it later. The less we all have to split up, the better. That being said, now would be the best time for us to go and find our stuff and bring it back. Is there anyone not comfortable coming back in the direction they came from?” This could work. This is what Austin’s brain was wired for. He could handle using all of the skills that he’d gained in life to keep everyone sane and satisfied. As long as all his brain cells were dedicated to the people, he himself could avoid losing his mind. He can handle the people part if the others could solve the puzzle. It would be simple, right? But the overlying sense of dread was something he hadn’t predicted. This was more than case studies of those with suicidal urges or long streaks of depression. This was… doom. Despair hung on the air clouding all of his senses. Darker than black, fouler than rotting, grimier than sewage… it prickled at the edge of his sense and at the threads of his clothes. He was swimming in it, but focusing on the other’s mentality could keep him afloat. Hopefully that could keep him from doing anything stupid. So, he took a step back, reached out for the wall and leaned against it to make his body positioning as casual as possible, and gave a bright smile. Pretend that you’re doing fine. Remember that your scales are still there. Mental Risk: 7 Emotional Risk: 3 Physical Risk: 1 For some reason, keeping track wasn’t as comforting as he was used too. In fact, this new event seemed to be shaking the basic tracking of his scales.	Name: Austin Reid Age: 20 Gender: Male Appearance: Short swept hair, and a tall, firm frame keep this man solid in a consistent stance. His shoulders aren’t too broad, nor his legs too thick. His pride is apparent on his stance, but he isn’t one to let it become apparent. He likes tighter t-shirts and jeans, and bright colours are definitely his style. In fact, a few layers of his hair are coloured in a vibrant pink Personality: Austin is confident, but it comes in twofold. On one side he’s willing to admit he’s wrong and allow other people to take the lead because he’s confident in his own skills. On the other side, his pride can often get the best of him, especially when it relates to his talents. Otherwise he has a soft bravado with a quiet presence, as if denying the brightness, he tries to bring to his appearance. He isn’t afraid of who he is. You either love him or hate him, trust him or deny him, but either way he doesn’t care. He trusts that he can handle whatever situation that’s thrown at him. If he can’t, then someone he knows should be able to figure it out. At least until things get dangerous. His confidence takes a serious downfall if in the face of danger. Like his flirting style, any confidence behind his words stumble and fade away when challenged by someone else. He won’t run away, per se, but he can find the whole situation to be overwhelming pretty quickly and crack under the pressure. Also he’s a pretty serious flirt. Backstory: Being a Psych major with a serious passion for his field, Austin grew up spending a lot of his time understanding people. He’d read up almost any book he could find on the subject, or books based on romance and friendships. Novels were something he’d spend every free hour consuming until he started becoming friends with people. His priorities were always pretty straight. First focus on becoming a therapist, then on relationships, then reading. It was around high school age that romantic relationships entered that cycle. He’d end up with many relationships with many different people, but end up breaking them off a month or two later. He searched for the “perfect” relationship, believing that somewhere in all of his empathy and research he would be able to find it. That has not been achieved quite yet. Currently in the throes of his third year of school, romantic relationships needed to take a backseat for the work he was doing, involving plenty of extra credit doing research for numerous psychology professors. He was going to be one of the best therapists, and that meant he needed to do as much work as possible. It was some research into old case files at a ghostly asylum that he remembered reading last. Talents: Austin is a master of empathy, and he’s very good at judging current emotions or sanity levels in other people just by looking at them or sharing a short conversation. He can read and speak in most languages, although he sticks to English mostly (thanks to a lot of time spent wanting to understand books of various different languages). Austin’s an expert in language and logic-based puzzles as long as he’s given time to figure it out, though he cracks under pressure. Other: He tends to keep people in his head on various scales. A mental, physical, and emotional chart from 1-10 so he can keep track of how people are doing. Usually he also keeps notes on this, but he can usually keep a decent mental map if he needs to. Also not really important but Austin’s pan so romantic relationships can be with practically anyone.
7,754	205	42	571	277	Irina jolted. She glanced at the new comer and thought about what she said. Sad girl she thought once more of the girl that was in front of her room. The way her head hung down to her chest, her arms splayed out, and the smell… Irina didn’t want to think of the smell. With one more glance up at Gray, Irina nodded. “Maybe I can help. The sad girl might be the girl in front of my room. You’ll have to plug your nose.. and it’s really not a pretty sight.” Irina looked Gray up and down for a moment. The girl looked like she could handle her own just fine, but even so, Irina wasn’t sure it would be best to make her go through that alone. “I can go with you to find whatever you need to find, if you want. And then meet back with the rest of you guys with our things.”	Name: Irina Mehlakova Age: 23 Gender: Female Appearance: Irina is a rather average looking girl. She stands at 5’4” and was roughly 135 lbs last time she checked. Working on the farm has given her strong arms and legs, and the muscle definition can clearly be seen. Her eyes are a light green, speckled with brown and her skin has a warm tan to it. Her hands are rough and calloused, from years of hard work. Backstory: Irina’s whole family, grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, everyone, moved from Russia over to the small neighboring country of Latvia when she was very little. She doesn’t remember much of that time, but clearly recalls the long train ride from St. Petersburg all the way to Riga, Latvia. Her grandparents had bought a small farm just outside of the capital and for a very long time all 15 or 16 of them lived in that small wooden cottage. Soon, her parents bought an apartment in the city, but Irina chose to stay with her grandparents. On the farm they owned; two goats, a mother and her son, a cow, a flock of chickens and various cats and dogs that would come and go as they pleased. Irina’s grandparents were old, and her grandfather had suffered a stroke back in Russia, so his mobility was limited. But together they planted fruits and vegetables, they looked after their small patch of land and even renovated the house a bit. Her jobs often included; tending to the garden, taking care of the animals, herding the goats and chickens through the woods by the farm, and hunting for extra food. Personality: Working in order to survive, Irina grew up responsible and caring. She is a kind soul, especially to animals and anything involving nature. However, she is hardheaded and can be stubborn. Having never finished her schooling, Irina isn’t very well rounded in things like science, or History, but she has a passion for reading. Sometimes, Irina can be very straight forward, it comes with the way she was raised, and because of this she sometimes struggles making friends. She’ll tell you exactly what’s on her mind, without even a second thought. Talents: Tri-Lingual (Russian, English, Latvian in order of proficiency), Excellent reader, Can identify many plant and animal species just by looking at them, quick-witted, sharp tongue, very strong in her arms and legs, can walk/run for extended periods of time. Knows how to use a gun and is a fairly good shot. Other: Sometimes she sings to herself. If she’s angry or stressed, Irina might start speaking in all 3 languages at once. Loves stories. Pansexual.
7,755	205	43	2,182	991	North Hallway above Room 16 As you struck the metal, it resounded and echoed within the wall. Whatever it was, it appeared to be hollow. As you attempted to turn on the phone, it turned on normally. However, the texting app seemed to be removed. Whatever was behind the phone turning off seemed to be a bit upset at how many questions you asked them. The light given off by the screen of the phone was barely enough to see anything, but it was still enough. Upon sifting through the trash, nothing of interest was found. Mostly just discarded cans and water bottles, with a few bits of cardboard mixed in, alongside a few plastic bags. What little bits of food you found inside of the trash were absurdly small. They were also rotting, so it would probably be a bad idea to eat it.	Future site of a character directory.
7,756	205	44	1,182	1,252	Cleo tried hard to keep track of what was said, but her head was spinning and she couldn't concentrate. It seemed that she was finally getting some panic in her veins. Not enough to freak out, but enough to feel a little dizzy. She resisted sitting down and instead decided to tell what little information was on her mind right now. "I... I have a little sad man hanging from my phone and my text says that I slept over my birthday and that I could gather a present by a dropoff point." She looked at the one, who just mentioned the same dropoff thing and whose phone had gone off. "I am with you, I guess. I wanna know what this dropoff point is and what we'll find there." It may be risky and dangerous though, she thought. She decided to share the rest bit of information she had with them too. "My room was.... I think 14. I didn't really look at the number to be honest. In my box was this phone with the sad man and a hatchet. It's dull though. Beside that I've got water and some food." She then pointed behind herself into the darkness from where she came. "Also that way there's a wall kinda thing made out of debris. I don't know if that means anything, but thought I'd mention it." Cleo took a deep breath and slowly her mind went clear again. "I am sure those little things hanging from the phones have a meaning. And I am not really positive about mine."	Name: "Cleo" (Cleopatra Stardust Hasting) Age: 20 Gender: Female Appearance: Better known looking like this. Now she rather goes like this and hopes nobody will recognize her. Personality: Emotional, easily hurt, very naive, desperately seeking for love, confident, brave Backstory: Cleo was born to an old, rich family. Everybody knows the last name Hasting. Her family was one of the left over royals, that had made it through the centuries. Her mother Linda was a strict woman, who cared the most about image and popularity. She was a famous model, pictures of her were everywhere around the world. Her father Hoziar Hasting IV was a crazy scientist. Crazy indeed. He believed that all of them were in dear danger at all times, being asked why he thought that, he would flip and yell the "obvious" dangers in the world to their family. He was a loving father nevertheless - that is when he was home. He worked almost 24/7 on some projects he never talked about. Still Cleo loved him dearly. He taught her how to play chess and sometimes he would let her win. Being protective as much as he could, he ordered that his little princess would learn defense and offense of any kind from a young age on. So Cleo learn how to fight and protect herself. When she reached the age of 8, her father taught her how to use several different guns and their bonding time would be whenever he got the chance to give it a few shots with his daughter. Her mother on the other side was too focused on the image her only daughter would throw onto the family. As soon as the girl could walk, she put her in any class she found "presentable". And so Cleo learnt how to dance and do arts and she had music class where she would be taught several intruments and singing. Karate class, gymnastic and swim class were on the list too. And nothing less but perfection was acceptable. The girl was very lonely, she didn't get to go out to play and make friends at all. Whenever her mother decided to step out with her tons of cameras appeared, and their desitnation was always either a shopping ceter, a spa or another of her classes. Cleopatra was home schooled and received top grades, since nothing less was acceptable. But that trapped her in the house while others went to catch the bus and talk with friends on the ride. She never had time to make any friends. She did meet some other kids in swim class and dance class, but was never able to meet up with them outside the classroom. As a lonely child she came up with imaginary friends, until her mother caught her talking to "ghosts" and told her she would curse the house. Several years later, when Cleo reached the age of 12, her father had one of his bad phases again. Thinking any minute the world would turn back into a jungle full of wild animals, he got someone to teach Cleopatra survival training. The young girl protested hard, but like always she had no say. Cleo has been all up on the news and magazines since her birth. Wanting to change that, she left her family and went out on her own. That was a few months back from now. Cleopatra changed her hair to a darker brown, she changed her whole appearance, named herself Cleo instead of Cleopatra and tried to live as a free woman. She worked at a ice cream shop, that served beverages and fish & chips as well. (Okaaaay.) She screwed up the first 15 days and the first 30 meals. But now she got the hang of it. (Dad should've taught me that instead!) Talents: Duo to her intense training and classes, she is almost unbeatable to everything physical. On the other side of the table, she is not a great thinker and not good with words either. She has average knowledge, but maths and logic, even problem solving is hard for her. She is not afraid to attampt any kind of physical competition, she is confident about that. She is fast, silent on her toes and has great balance. Cleo is not afraid of highs at all, but she's very afraid of rejection - she wants to make friends badly. Other: Cleo is bisexual, but had no experience in love yet whatsoever. And she still thinks she is straight. Cleo craves love and physical contact very much, since she had almost none all her life. (To her name: Cleopatra does not like her name. Her mother named her after Cleopatra, because she hoped the girl would turn out to be like her. Her father named her Stardust, because he was obsessed with astronomy when she was born. Cleo thinks that both are two very stupid reasons to name their child that, but she can't control that. Sadly.)
7,757	205	45	2,699	1,255	Outside of Room 9 - Gray Cièl Gray nodded at Irina nearly happily. It was nice to know that not everything around here was insane. These people seemed nice, hopefully they could all get out of here, working together perhaps. “That’d be great, I think for the time being we should follow the orders on the phone, especially while they’re not too difficult or out of the way.” Gray said nodding at the girl and taking her hand. “You guys go deal with what you need to, we’re going to go deal with this.” Gray plugged her nose as Irina and instructed her to and had her lead the way towards the sad girl. It wouldn’t be long before the smell of decomposition would refill the air around the two. It was a disgusting thing to have to put up with, and completely and fully demoralizing. When Gray saw the girl she stopped dead in her tracks, gasping. She turned to Irina feeling her nose tighten and her eyes begin to well up. “Jesus,” Gray began “shit” she finished eloquently as always. “So I have to find a key, any idea where that would be?” Gray said quietly looking at Irina, the girl had known where the corpse was, and thusly she was the intelligence on this one. From Gray’s analysis – the girl had been dead for some time, but that was more of an educated guess than anything else. Gray slowly approached the dead body and decided she’d check the pockets for any keys. She slipped her hands in while doing her best to control her gag reflex. She started with the pockets of the girls pants and continued over her shirt if there was anything concealed. Gray found herself staring at Irina instead of watching what she was doing for a multitude of reasons. She was cute, that was the smallest and least important reason. To control her gag reflex, that was a strong one, she couldn’t bear the sight of what she was currently doing. Finally there was the fact that she had just met Irina, she had also forced herself to be weary of the fact that Irina knew where a dead body was. She wanted to believe that they could help each other but god forbid if Gray had to look at what she was doing. Finally she’d check around the girl’s neck. In case she was wearing a key like a necklace or something else like that.	Name: Gray Cièl Age: 24 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Most commonly motivated by a sense of urgency and money, commonly both: Gray is no stranger to striving for a sense of comfort, seeking a break from the franticness of life. She is an only child who seemed to still require optimum effort to gain the attention of her parents and as such found herself acting out in a variety of ways. She was raised on the south side of Chicago, in Canaryville she fended for herself through most of her adolescent leading into adult years and by the time Gray had turned 16 she was alone. While one may describe Gray as unpleasant, unhappy isn’t the right word to use on her. She is optimistic to a fault, always believing that every situation can be learned from and surprisingly forgiving. That being said, this is often not understood about Gray as her outer shell is that of a fast-talking crass Chicagoan thusly she is often considered exactly the opposite. Backstory: “Mrs. Cièl we’d like to take a minute to interview you, if that’s alright.” The familiar man said raising his mug to his chapped lips, sipping in the ebony concoction. “Yeah, let’s just get it over with.” “What was your relationship with the deceased?” The man furrowed his brow. “Fuck you John.” “Mrs. Cièl this is all being recorded, please this is just a formality.” “They’re my parents, and stop calling me that.” “How would you describe your relationship with them?” Cracked dry fingers tangled themselves together in front of Gray on the desk. “I wouldn’t.” “If you’re not going to cooper-” “Any relationship we had they ended when I was sixteen.” “Very well.” Dot jots were scribbled onto a blank piece of doctor’s paper, Gray analyzed the man’s finger, a band that had been worn was removed, the lines from its imprint still red and swollen. “What is your place of residence Mrs. Cièl?” “I’m around.” “Are you homeless?” “I have a home, I just don’t go.” “As you say Mrs. Cièl.” The man clicked his pen, in and out fumbling with its clip. “That it?” “Not quite. What can you tell me about your primary occupation?” “You arresting me John?” “Please. Cooperate.” The man said his frustration growing clearly stronger. “I’m a private eye, okay? I don’t do murders or any serious shit, I prefer to keep out of that sort of thing.” “How did a girl with no parents get started as a ‘private eye’? “It started off as work for friends, I was always hanging out in low places, so it was easier for me to scoop the dirt out of their lives. Word of mouth passed me on until I started realizing I could charge a premium for this kind of thing.” “On average how many customers do you have a month?” “Two, maybe three.” “And how long have you been a ‘business’ for? “Only two years.” “Just one last question.” “I just want to leave.” “Gray. Where were you?” The man’s sharp blue eyes attempted to penetrate her own, see her thoughts. “Fuck you Johnny, I didn’t kill my parents.” “Mrs. Ciel-“ “I’m sorry about your wife.” And she left the room, took a cab home, and fell asleep. Talents: Pros Freelance: Has done freelance work as a private detective, mostly investigating an unstable relationship, collecting photo-evidence and whatnot. While she does have some detecting abilities -- her abilities do not translate to forensic supremacy by any means. Self-Defense: She has some basic self-defense training as well as sometimes clients are less than satisfactory when they find out a partner has been cheating on them. Charmer: Gray can have an intoxicating personality, often resorting to her charms in order to win a situation over in her favor. Cons Alcoholic: As the title unfortunately reads Gray consumes alcohol at an unhealthy pace and as such finds herself intoxicated more nights than not. While she is not a fully consumed alcoholic by any means, she does crave the nectar. Unrefined: Never one to flutter on the more expensive side of life, Gray tends to be uncultured, unrefined and typically pretty crass. Other: Bi af.
7,758	205	46	1,142	1,144	Rhiannon shot Tim a wary glance, deciding what she risked by answering, before fishing the phone from her back pocket for him to see. "Yep. It was in my box of supplies. No dead body in my room to cover them up." She put the phone back and took another look at the corpse. What concerned her was that the corpse wasn't that old. Little sign of decay and the blood was still fresh enough to be washed away by this foul-smelling water. As time went out she was finding herself less and less trusting of the nervous accountant she'd discovered. She breathed in shallowly, controlling her nerves with rhythmic breathing she'd learned from anxiety therapy, before trudging across the water-logged floor of the restroom. "It's fine, you can stay there. I work with animals so I'm pretty used to blood and guts." There was a note of irritation in her voice; this man was clearly older than her, albeit not by much, but wasn't coping well with the situation. Privately, she found that the corpse did disturb her more than any animal would have but she put it down to the cause of death; some things would put anyone off their breakfast and she was pretty sure this was one of them. Still, for some reason she found herself calmer now that she'd run into another person here. If he was an enemy then at least she knew what he looked like and she could keep her eyes on him. If he was a friend then at least she wasn't alone in this place. Turning her attention back to the corpse she noticed its eyes were still open so she reached out and gently closed the eyelids before sliding her hands under the body to get some purchase. With its clothes now sodden the body was even heavier than it should have been but she managed to heave it over rather than lift so that they could get the supplies underneath. "Come on, get your stuff and let's go find out if someone else is here. You heard shouting before, right?"	Name: Rhiannon Jones Age: 20 Gender: Female Appearance: Average height for a woman, thin and toned from a lifestyle of manual labour with skin so pale she looks like a ghost, Rhiannon is someone you take notice of. Her hair is a deep red and long enough to fall past her shoulder blades when let loose although she'll almost always tie it up into a ponytail for practicality's sake. The brightness of her hair nearly washes out the colour of skin, perhaps it might if not for her blue-green eyes which add much needed colour to her ghostly features. She has large irises, giving her an innocent and trusting expression when at rest. Despite her apparent physical fitness, this young woman always seems to be slouching, almost cowering, as if expecting a blow to strike her at any given moment and her movements are furtive; short and quick in a manner designed to avoid attention. Personality: Rhiannon has a nervous disposition and tends to avoid large crowds or interacting with people she does not know. She has very few safe zones and will not willingly venture out of them where possible. However, when pressed she can be quite the conversationalist demonstrating a quick wit and an enormous capacity for both empathy and sympathy. She will rarely act for others and looks to protect herself first and foremost, a pessimistic attitude that assumes that she will barely be able to do just that. Backstory: Her story is not overly complicated, nor, sadly, unusual. Born into a family whose other members died during her pre-memory years, Rhiannon was shipped off to a distant branch of her grandparents' descendants who showed little interest in her existence. As far as they were concerned, she was another mouth to feed until she was old enough to be of use in the fields. She received a smattering of basic education, that which she obliged to be given by law, but nothing extra was spent on her learning that could be better invested in the family business which never seemed to be anything but on the verge of bankruptcy. When she left schooling age, Rhiannon was not given an option for furthering her studies despite her great many academic interests and her apparent capacity to pursue such topics; now she could work full time on the farm and there was not another option given to her. Any mention of interests that did not coincide with her aunt or uncle, or their children for that matter, was enough to earn a physical lesson in obedience. Rhiannon learned from a young age that nothing would come from voicing her concerns, opinions or hopes and so she kept her head down and worked as she was directed to. From the physical labour she gained strength and also a resilience, the result of physical and verbal beatings from her loving family. Then accidents began to happen. One of her cousins had an unfortunate encounter with one of the farm vehicles and the young girl was blamed and beaten. Two months passed and another apparently drank herself to death, her corpse found in the morning with a death-mask grin on her face. Rhiannon's family blamed her, for she had brought bad luck on them from the beginning, had she not? Of course, they took every opportunity to beat her. One of the local officials noticed the young woman's bruises, standing out stark against her white skin, despite her 'attempts' to conceal them. By the time she turned twenty, Rhiannon ran the family business with her remaining family too busy standing murder and domestic abuse charges to maintain the farm any longer. Talents: Manipulation - Rhiannon knows how to push others' buttons and what character to play to get her way. Years spent under the thumb of an abusive family has corrupted her personality into one which thinks nothing of toying with others' emotions or livelihoods to benefit her own future. A good listener - She may be manipulative but this young woman can and does care for some people and is willing to sit while another talks away all their troubles, interjecting at moments to ask for details to express sympathy/outrage when required. Thanks to her own troubled life she understands pain and strife and will not judge others for the pasts they have endured. Other: Rhiannon is bisexual although she has a hard time making any kind of connection with anyone, casual or serious.
7,759	205	47	693	1,154	North Hallway above Room 16 Aedin smiled at the metal on the wall as he heard the hollow echo. That was good to know, and definitely something he'd have to investigate with the proper tools if he could find them. He could care less about the lack of messaging program as the only purpose of the phone right now was to be a source of light, albeit a poor one. The light, however, was enough to work by. He could get some decent scavenging done right now which put a grin on his face. He picked up an empty can of food and looked it over. The label had worn off completely, but cans made for a great alarm when put together. There were about a dozen of the things in the pile. Food scraps were here and there all of which were totally inedible. He couldn't use the cardboard for much, but the empty bottles and cans could at least be somewhat useful. He picked up every single one of the bags, of the seven he counted four of them didn't have wholes too big to make them useful. He split the dozen cans between two bags and then filled the rest with the empty bottles. "I'll figure something out to do with you guys." His tone was smug. "Maybe I'll invent a new art form or something." Aedin quickly paced back to Room 16 and put the bags inside right next to the door. He then looked over at the body and frowned. "I can't have you as a doormat. You'd just stink up the place." It took him some effort, but he started dragging the body back towards the sheet metal wall. As soon as he got there he'd leave it in the remains of the pile of garbage and start searching for actual living people.	Name: Aedin Demavend Age: 19 Gender: Male Personality: Aedin is a survivor used to the loner life. He works well with others, but only as a means to meet his personal goals. He's a fast thinker with a sarcastic attitude. He doesn't like overextending his physical limits. Morals never enter the picture for him, only his self-serving needs. Backstory: Homelessness is all Aedin knows. He grew up being raised by a homeless father that looked to take care of his own needs first and then Aedin's second. From a young age, Aedin had to grow up fast to survive. He learned how to steal by using others as a distraction. Of course he had his mess ups and close calls, but he was lucky enough to never be caught by the police. He always dealt with the problems he could with sarcasm, and even with the problems he couldn't deal with he used it. He eventually got out of the city he grew up in after he turned 16 and he did it to get away from his father. He wanted to set up his own stomping grounds elsewhere. He settled down in San Fransisco and quickly found a spot he could use as a base of operations. There were gangs here that he had to learn to respect, but if he could get away with it he rather enjoyed ripping them off. He ended up building a small crew himself, but he couldn't call any one of them a friend as they all were only using each other and he knew it. Talents: Improvisation - A fast thinker has to think on his feet, and a little bit of imagination can (limitedly) go a long way. Street Fighting - Who needs to fight fair where you have to fight to survive? On the street everything is a weapon even the dirt. Petty Theft - Gotta knack for stealing things. Oh, this phone? I'm just borrowing it. Other: Bringing up his father is a bad idea.
7,760	205	48	2,372	423	Hey! Make sure to be careful! Justin called after the two girls as they decided to split off and head towards the cadaver that Irina had mentioned. Although he knew the only way to get answers was to move forward and follow these 'mission' of theirs, he still felt uneasy at the whole ordeal. Everything seemed to be moving way too fast, and he just hope that they were all able to meet up again with their heads intact. Sighing, he turned to face the other two, Austin and Cleo. "So it's the three musketeers then, at least for now." Justin gave a small pause as he eyed them both, before shifting his body and straightening his posture. He made his way past Austin, and opened the door to room 7. "I guess I should stash my stuff in here too." As the space became available to him, Justin took the time to analyze the room. It wasn't much different than his, with the bed and useless trash scattered about. His eyes made their way to the box that belonged to Austin, and it was there that Justin decided to place his. Then, a thought occurred to him. Standing up, Justin made his way back to his acquaintances. "We need to set up rules," Justin said suddenly as he leaned against the entry way, resting his limber body against the door frame as he dusted off his hands. "And keep track of whoever enters this room. Look, I don't want to sound like an ass right now, but we have no reason to trust each other whatsoever. I mean, I'm grateful that I'm not suffering in Hell alone, but at the same time, I would never know if one of you guys want a knife in my back. What if one of us is the actual culprit for this whole mess? It's a shitty thought, I know, but you can't deny the possibility. So that means we'll need to keep an eye out for any potential threats that would want to harm any of us by using our...stuff." He glanced at Austin, indicating the man's revolver and his own syringe kit. He then glances at Cleo's hatchet - dull as it may be, it could still bust someone's brains out. "If we need to distribute food, then we'll need to do so when all of us are together. This room should be prohibited at all times, unless the group deems it necessary to access the tools." Justin licked his lips nervously, though his eyes held strong. "Do you guys agree? I didn't want to sound like a tyrant, but I wouldn't feel safe leaving potential weapons unguarded unless we have some understanding between all of us." He then turned to Cleo. "And we'll have to keep that wall of debris in mind. Question is...was it purposely collapsed? With everything going on so far, I feel it may be more than meets the eye. But more importantly, you and I still need to go pick up our prizes. I'm wondering if we should wait for the other two, or if we should go check it out really quick..." The young man eyed the end of the hallway hesitantly. "We'll need to find it first, though." He took a deep breath, then said "Your call, Austin. Would you like me and Cleo to go find the drop-off by ourselves first? If so, then I suggest that you wait here with our stuff, as well as waiting for the two girls to come back. Chances are, maybe some other people might show up since you and I have become pretty popular within the last ten minutes or so." Justin gave a small smile. "Or you can come with us. But we'll need to do something about this door." He tested the door frame with a solid fist as if trying to make a point. "Or we can just wait for them to come back, but honestly, I feel like we're wasting precious time just sitting around. We only have so much food and water, you know." Justin looked at the other man expectantly. Though they have only been together for a short amount of time after waking up, Justin can already see that Austin was the most rational and level-headed out of the rest of them, which, in Justin's eyes, qualifies him as a potential leader to all of the difficult decision that may come. If they all wanted to get through this alive, then some sort of initiative must keep them united.	Name: Justin Mai Age: 21 Gender: Male Appearance: Dark-brown, short chic hair that is usually kept neat and styled in a charming manner that frames his angular face quite well. He is of mixed ethnicity - his father being Chinese and his mother from the States. Because of his multiracial traits, his eyes are colored hazel are more of a rounded almond shape. He has an olive-colored complexion, inheriting the darker skin tones from his father. Being Chinese-American, he stands at a shorter-than-average height than his fully Caucasian peers, but only by a little. Though sporting a thin frame, his athleticism over the years have made his body quite sturdy, though it doesn't quite show underneath his usual fitted clothing. For his attire, he usually wears things that are pretty casual but stylish with darker colors. Personality: Charming, laid-back, and sociable, Justin is a young man who is in the prime of his years. He radiates youth with his optimism as well as show it by partaking in silly risks and living his days with a splash of adventure and mischief. His confidence is backed by his stubbornness, a disastrous combination that usually leads him into trouble. Still, he is intelligent enough to never put himself and those around him in any real danger, as he knows he cannot forsake the future he had worked so hard for. Because of his casual demeanor, he is quite charismatic and approachable. He carries a conversation as smooth as silk and has the ability to dissuade most tension in a situation with his logical and refreshing words. He can be really understanding but conversely, it's difficult for him to open up - but he hides it very well. In most cases, this makes him quite the liar, though he tries not to without good reason. He is more persuasive than intimidating, which is both a strength and weaknesses depending on the situation. Usually he is level-headed and can be analytical with his surroundings, and though his fuse is long, there are things that can quickly set off his temper and make him quite rash. But again, he is able to mask his weakness quite well. Backstory: His father was a descendant of Chinese immigrants who had came over to the United States during WWII. Though having grown up in San Diego, California since he was born, Justin's father and his grandparents were quite traditional with their Chinese roots. It was only after his father was in high school, where he met his American mother, that his sense of tradition began to fade and instead became quite 'westernized' himself. So when Justin was born many years later, he was raised primarily on American values and principles, with his Chinese heritage being sprinkled in here and there. Justin grew up in a household of an average, middle-class nuclear family with him being the only child. His parents are hard workers, with his dad being a small-time manager of a metalworking company and his mom a receptionist at a local hospital. He himself is in his third year of University, just finishing up the remaining of his pre-requisites to apply for an externship that would finish off his medical imaging degree. He is quite adept with his major, having taken interest in Anatomy and Physiology since his early high-school days. He knows a lot about the human body, as well as having the basic fundamentals of pathology and medicine ingrained in his head after years of hard studying for his future profession. On his down-times, Justin participates in various cardio and weight-bearing exercises so that he may keep in shape for his kickboxing hobby in Muay Thai. Though he lives on his own now, he still frequents his parents quite regularly as he his close with his family. Though he is quite sociable at school and well-known, he only hangs out with a select group of individuals that he calls his closest friends. Talents: Being a student of a major that branches off of medicine, he is quite adept at first aid and giving out diagnoses and prognoses. Though his initial knowledge is severely limited, as long as the pathology is not too rare or complex, he's able to establish a very broad idea of what it is, and therefor, can maybe procure some sort of temporary remedy, if not being able to cure it without proper medicine. As a practioner of Muay Thai, he is capable of self-defense but only to a limited extent. He has a small sparring background, and has only been training for a year. Other: He loves sweets, and usually carries around some sort of small candy in his pockets.
7,761	205	49	1,960	260	Austin stood attentive as Irina and Gray took off in search of their goals, and as he was left behind with Justin and Cleo. The room from which he emerged stood behind him: with his goods and some others already being stored inside. Justin was putting him on the spot, but if he was being honest that was almost a little more reassuring. Heck, the way he took charge like that was pretty impressive. With the girls gone, Austin needed to step into some kind of role, and if that meant taking a leadership position then by all means he was going to take it. Priority number one was still surviving this situation through any means necessary. Staying in a group seemed like the best way to accomplish that goal at this time. Even so, there were personal goals that needed to be accomplished. Based on how Justin’s goal was achieved by “making friends”; he doubted that any of the challenges were impossible. This meant there was one or more people still in this building they hadn’t located. To be fair, there was still a large portion of this place that had yet to have been explored. Already they were an eclectic group. Austin knew his priorities but was also aware that keeping track of people’s personalities was a little neurotic and strange, and Justin didn’t seem to like surprises. But with that passed, he seemed to have fallen calmly into his own skin, but he was quick to shirk the leadership role. Did he really think that Austin was the most reliable person for that position? Or did he simply want to avoid stepping into a role that was guaranteed to be stressful? Austin read too many novels featuring similar situations to believe that they’d make it out of this unscathed. The problem was that Austin spent so much time trying to be more open and emotional that it might have made him vulnerable. Or would it be easy to become as cold as his bones once again? Then there was Irina, who seemed nervous and timid, but likely not a threat as of yet, nor an obvious victim. Typically, horror novels liked to eradicate the most reliable and self-confident person first. Based on who he’d met, that was probably either Gray or Cleo. He ignored the voice in his head that told him this wasn’t a novel. But if they needed a leader at the moment, he could fulfill this role. He could keep the group comfortable in their own skin and find ways to divvy things up and organize their forces so they could all make it out alive. He’d spent his life trying to create perfect relationships. That should help, right? Or had it just made him better at manipulating people to suit his own purposes. If he could keep it going, he could probably make it out of this with minimal damage. The others… well. Austin couldn’t control everything. He placed his hand on the doorknob and looked around the door on both sides, searching for some locking mechanism. Once he discovered the answer, he turned back to Justin. “You two need to figure out what kind of ‘gift’ this voice is talking about. You guys go find the place and I’ll stick around here. That way when the others get back or others show up maybe we can find a way to get things organized. I’ll just stick around in this hallway, and we can organize everything else once we’re all here to talk about it.” With that, he took a breath and leaned against the doorway, manipulating his body language once more to try and appear as casual as possible. So be it. He’ll take the role in stride.	Name: Austin Reid Age: 20 Gender: Male Appearance: Short swept hair, and a tall, firm frame keep this man solid in a consistent stance. His shoulders aren’t too broad, nor his legs too thick. His pride is apparent on his stance, but he isn’t one to let it become apparent. He likes tighter t-shirts and jeans, and bright colours are definitely his style. In fact, a few layers of his hair are coloured in a vibrant pink Personality: Austin is confident, but it comes in twofold. On one side he’s willing to admit he’s wrong and allow other people to take the lead because he’s confident in his own skills. On the other side, his pride can often get the best of him, especially when it relates to his talents. Otherwise he has a soft bravado with a quiet presence, as if denying the brightness, he tries to bring to his appearance. He isn’t afraid of who he is. You either love him or hate him, trust him or deny him, but either way he doesn’t care. He trusts that he can handle whatever situation that’s thrown at him. If he can’t, then someone he knows should be able to figure it out. At least until things get dangerous. His confidence takes a serious downfall if in the face of danger. Like his flirting style, any confidence behind his words stumble and fade away when challenged by someone else. He won’t run away, per se, but he can find the whole situation to be overwhelming pretty quickly and crack under the pressure. Also he’s a pretty serious flirt. Backstory: Being a Psych major with a serious passion for his field, Austin grew up spending a lot of his time understanding people. He’d read up almost any book he could find on the subject, or books based on romance and friendships. Novels were something he’d spend every free hour consuming until he started becoming friends with people. His priorities were always pretty straight. First focus on becoming a therapist, then on relationships, then reading. It was around high school age that romantic relationships entered that cycle. He’d end up with many relationships with many different people, but end up breaking them off a month or two later. He searched for the “perfect” relationship, believing that somewhere in all of his empathy and research he would be able to find it. That has not been achieved quite yet. Currently in the throes of his third year of school, romantic relationships needed to take a backseat for the work he was doing, involving plenty of extra credit doing research for numerous psychology professors. He was going to be one of the best therapists, and that meant he needed to do as much work as possible. It was some research into old case files at a ghostly asylum that he remembered reading last. Talents: Austin is a master of empathy, and he’s very good at judging current emotions or sanity levels in other people just by looking at them or sharing a short conversation. He can read and speak in most languages, although he sticks to English mostly (thanks to a lot of time spent wanting to understand books of various different languages). Austin’s an expert in language and logic-based puzzles as long as he’s given time to figure it out, though he cracks under pressure. Other: He tends to keep people in his head on various scales. A mental, physical, and emotional chart from 1-10 so he can keep track of how people are doing. Usually he also keeps notes on this, but he can usually keep a decent mental map if he needs to. Also not really important but Austin’s pan so romantic relationships can be with practically anyone.
7,762	205	50	571	277	Something about the warm hand holding her own made Irina feel more comfortable. Reassured. She gripped tightly onto Gray’s hand, waved goodbye to the trio once more and headed back towards the direction in which she had come. Keeping one hand against the wall next to her, Irina led the girl to the sickening sight she had had to deal with on her own earlier. She kept her mouth shut the entire time, her lips making a scowl as she prepared herself for what was in front of them. Irina could already see the outline of the girl, laying not too far off on the floor. Taking her hand off of the wall, she plugged her nose and trekked on, although it didn’t provide much help. The stench was thick, it filled the halls and surrounded them. Irina could have sworn that she felt the decay hanging off of her skin. Nodding forward at Gray, she indicated at the dead girl and stepped to the side. Irina stood and watched Gray for a while, not wanting to get near the body again. This time, her stomach was handling the sight much better than before. Mixed with the smell of decay, the smell of her vomit from earlier still lingered in the staleness of the room. “I’ll go grab my things, I’ll be quick,” Irina told Gray before ducking into ‘her’ room. Taking a moment for one last look around, Irina was struck with disbelief. Her brain couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that this was real, this fucked up, crazy, situation was actually happening to her. It still all felt like a dream. In fact, Irina was pretty sure she had seen a movie like this a few years back; 13 Game of Death, the movie was about a person getting cryptic challenges that got harder and harder to complete as the movie progressed. She shook her head. No, it couldn’t be the same. Could it? In a moment, Irina snapped out of her thoughts and carried the box out towards the hallway. Gray was still searching the body. “Did you find anything?” Irina thought to herself that it would be unlikely the key would be out in the open. Or somewhere easy to find, for that matter. It could easily be hiding somewhere underneath the girl, or maybe even inside of her, seeing how she was ripped open. Irina shook her head, she didn’t want to think of having to poke around in there at all. She knew her stomach wouldn’t be able to handle that at all. She crouched on the floor and searched, maybe the key had fallen and been kicked out of the way somewhere. “After this, we can go get your stuff, and then meet back up with the rest of them. I don’t like being separated, it leaves me with a weird feeling. Ya know?”	Name: Irina Mehlakova Age: 23 Gender: Female Appearance: Irina is a rather average looking girl. She stands at 5’4” and was roughly 135 lbs last time she checked. Working on the farm has given her strong arms and legs, and the muscle definition can clearly be seen. Her eyes are a light green, speckled with brown and her skin has a warm tan to it. Her hands are rough and calloused, from years of hard work. Backstory: Irina’s whole family, grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, everyone, moved from Russia over to the small neighboring country of Latvia when she was very little. She doesn’t remember much of that time, but clearly recalls the long train ride from St. Petersburg all the way to Riga, Latvia. Her grandparents had bought a small farm just outside of the capital and for a very long time all 15 or 16 of them lived in that small wooden cottage. Soon, her parents bought an apartment in the city, but Irina chose to stay with her grandparents. On the farm they owned; two goats, a mother and her son, a cow, a flock of chickens and various cats and dogs that would come and go as they pleased. Irina’s grandparents were old, and her grandfather had suffered a stroke back in Russia, so his mobility was limited. But together they planted fruits and vegetables, they looked after their small patch of land and even renovated the house a bit. Her jobs often included; tending to the garden, taking care of the animals, herding the goats and chickens through the woods by the farm, and hunting for extra food. Personality: Working in order to survive, Irina grew up responsible and caring. She is a kind soul, especially to animals and anything involving nature. However, she is hardheaded and can be stubborn. Having never finished her schooling, Irina isn’t very well rounded in things like science, or History, but she has a passion for reading. Sometimes, Irina can be very straight forward, it comes with the way she was raised, and because of this she sometimes struggles making friends. She’ll tell you exactly what’s on her mind, without even a second thought. Talents: Tri-Lingual (Russian, English, Latvian in order of proficiency), Excellent reader, Can identify many plant and animal species just by looking at them, quick-witted, sharp tongue, very strong in her arms and legs, can walk/run for extended periods of time. Knows how to use a gun and is a fairly good shot. Other: Sometimes she sings to herself. If she’s angry or stressed, Irina might start speaking in all 3 languages at once. Loves stories. Pansexual.
7,763	205	51	2,182	991	Outside Room 9 As you looked closely at the corpse, you noticed something completely unnerving. The body showed very little signs of external decay. The organs were the ones rotting the most, but those were still intact. It was as if the person was still alive, but, the entire intestines-bursting-out-of-the-stomach defeated that. As you checked the pockets, you felt nothing but the gross and cool crustiness of blood. Luckily, it was dry enough so that most of the blood stayed inside of the pockets instead of sticking to your hands. As you checked the bloody black t-shirt, it revealed nothing but the sick intestines that tore out of the bottom of the shirt. Though, it did have a Pearl Jam logo on it. Well, what was left of the shirt had a Pearl Jam logo on it. It was a total mess. You couldn't find anything. But, out of the corner of your eye, you saw the hand of the dead woman. A piece of paper, held on by a literal death grip. Protected from the blood. It seemed like it was important enough to give a life to protect. Or, it might have just been something that they happened to be holding. Either way, it seemed important.	Future site of a character directory.
7,764	205	52	2,699	1,255	Gray Cièl - Outside of Room 9 As Gray examined the corpse Irina mentioned that she was going to duck into her own room in order to grab her things. Gray nodded absent mindedly – she was attempting as best she could to keep her mind completely blank void of all thought as what she was doing left her perturbed enough. However she found as soon as she was alone she felt a deep and unsettling fear grow into her. There was something behind her or rather she knew there wasn’t anything behind her but she couldn’t shake the feeling there was. In odd surroundings such as these she found this to be common place, though she wasn’t used to being kidnapped – it was a feeling she had whenever she was at odds with her setting. But in the same moment that Gray almost had to look back Irina returned. The sweet girl couldn’t have been sweeter in that moment as she was company. In a place like this company was worth more than gold. “I haven’t found anything yet.” Gray sighed wiping her brow with her sleeve careful as to avoid anything her hands may have had on them. "But that sounds like a good plan, there's not much left in my room." She glanced over to the right of the corpse and noticed that she was holding a piece of paper. Immediately a chill was sent up her spine, it could mean anything, say anything. But it was the fact that there was a single piece of paper left from this girl who looked so… Fresh. Irina knew that her grip wouldn’t budge – she knew this from watching movies. She took the claw hammer from her belt loop and pointed out the girl’s hand to Irina. “It’s a note.” Was all Gray managed to release from her mouth. Her voice was raspy, gasping for air, light, hope, water, food – anything. It was when Gray thought about what she was about to do that her situation truly struck her. But she did it regardless. She took the claw of the hammer and pried the girl’s fingers open, wouldn’t be too difficult with leverage. She then immediately grabbed the piece of paper and got in beside Irina so that the girls could read it.	Name: Gray Cièl Age: 24 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Most commonly motivated by a sense of urgency and money, commonly both: Gray is no stranger to striving for a sense of comfort, seeking a break from the franticness of life. She is an only child who seemed to still require optimum effort to gain the attention of her parents and as such found herself acting out in a variety of ways. She was raised on the south side of Chicago, in Canaryville she fended for herself through most of her adolescent leading into adult years and by the time Gray had turned 16 she was alone. While one may describe Gray as unpleasant, unhappy isn’t the right word to use on her. She is optimistic to a fault, always believing that every situation can be learned from and surprisingly forgiving. That being said, this is often not understood about Gray as her outer shell is that of a fast-talking crass Chicagoan thusly she is often considered exactly the opposite. Backstory: “Mrs. Cièl we’d like to take a minute to interview you, if that’s alright.” The familiar man said raising his mug to his chapped lips, sipping in the ebony concoction. “Yeah, let’s just get it over with.” “What was your relationship with the deceased?” The man furrowed his brow. “Fuck you John.” “Mrs. Cièl this is all being recorded, please this is just a formality.” “They’re my parents, and stop calling me that.” “How would you describe your relationship with them?” Cracked dry fingers tangled themselves together in front of Gray on the desk. “I wouldn’t.” “If you’re not going to cooper-” “Any relationship we had they ended when I was sixteen.” “Very well.” Dot jots were scribbled onto a blank piece of doctor’s paper, Gray analyzed the man’s finger, a band that had been worn was removed, the lines from its imprint still red and swollen. “What is your place of residence Mrs. Cièl?” “I’m around.” “Are you homeless?” “I have a home, I just don’t go.” “As you say Mrs. Cièl.” The man clicked his pen, in and out fumbling with its clip. “That it?” “Not quite. What can you tell me about your primary occupation?” “You arresting me John?” “Please. Cooperate.” The man said his frustration growing clearly stronger. “I’m a private eye, okay? I don’t do murders or any serious shit, I prefer to keep out of that sort of thing.” “How did a girl with no parents get started as a ‘private eye’? “It started off as work for friends, I was always hanging out in low places, so it was easier for me to scoop the dirt out of their lives. Word of mouth passed me on until I started realizing I could charge a premium for this kind of thing.” “On average how many customers do you have a month?” “Two, maybe three.” “And how long have you been a ‘business’ for? “Only two years.” “Just one last question.” “I just want to leave.” “Gray. Where were you?” The man’s sharp blue eyes attempted to penetrate her own, see her thoughts. “Fuck you Johnny, I didn’t kill my parents.” “Mrs. Ciel-“ “I’m sorry about your wife.” And she left the room, took a cab home, and fell asleep. Talents: Pros Freelance: Has done freelance work as a private detective, mostly investigating an unstable relationship, collecting photo-evidence and whatnot. While she does have some detecting abilities -- her abilities do not translate to forensic supremacy by any means. Self-Defense: She has some basic self-defense training as well as sometimes clients are less than satisfactory when they find out a partner has been cheating on them. Charmer: Gray can have an intoxicating personality, often resorting to her charms in order to win a situation over in her favor. Cons Alcoholic: As the title unfortunately reads Gray consumes alcohol at an unhealthy pace and as such finds herself intoxicated more nights than not. While she is not a fully consumed alcoholic by any means, she does crave the nectar. Unrefined: Never one to flutter on the more expensive side of life, Gray tends to be uncultured, unrefined and typically pretty crass. Other: Bi af.
7,765	205	53	2,182	991	The stiff hand opened without much difficulty. The note, despite the now-deceased girl's efforts, wasn't completely saved from the blood. Still, the most important sections of the note was saved. It seemed like the girl's last message was a map, along with some obscure images. As you reached the intersection, there were only two ways that you could go. Up north or to west. Both of the ways were empty and dark. Both would require a brave step forward, into the unknown. Though, there was a creeping feeling of being watched by some entity. Well, that feeling had been there for a while, but it felt as though something was near. As you struck the door frame, you felt pain surge from your hand to your arm. What you struck was pure concrete; coarsely sharp and tough. It wasn't quite the best idea to hit something like that, but there was no real damage to your fist.	Future site of a character directory.
7,766	205	54	2,699	1,255	Gray Cièl - Outside of Room 9 Gray looked down at the map quietly, fear plummeting in on her psyche. The blood, the words, the x's. The fatal line that shot the hope out of Gray's heart. "It's inside of me."Gray quickly retook her new friends grip tightly. She held onto Irina's hand and silently lead her over to her room - where the girls had been planning on going next. She wanted to let go, apologize for being so weird - clear the air. But for some imperfect reason that she couldn't quite put her thumb on she absolutely would not. She turned to Irina and instead offered a small apology with a weak grin. They walked into Gray's room and she sat down with her back against the door beside Irina and showed her the map - highlighting the most important parts. It was around now that she realized she was sweating bullets. "Sorry, I swear I'm not stripping but I haven't been able to stop sweating since I woke up here." Gray said quietly taking off her tank top - feeling the cool air touch her stomach and dabbing her forehead with it. She pulled her newly acquired cell phone out of her pocket, the cup bauble gleefully fluttering as she maneuvered it. She showed Irina the screen and felt her eyes begin to produce some tears, but she didn't cry. "I have to find the sad girl, I have to find her and get her key. That d-" Gray stopped and caught her breath, dabbing once more with her tank top. "The dead girl didn't have any key on her, do you know where I can find a sad girls key?" Gray said swallowing hard - relying more than she wanted to on Irina."	Name: Gray Cièl Age: 24 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Most commonly motivated by a sense of urgency and money, commonly both: Gray is no stranger to striving for a sense of comfort, seeking a break from the franticness of life. She is an only child who seemed to still require optimum effort to gain the attention of her parents and as such found herself acting out in a variety of ways. She was raised on the south side of Chicago, in Canaryville she fended for herself through most of her adolescent leading into adult years and by the time Gray had turned 16 she was alone. While one may describe Gray as unpleasant, unhappy isn’t the right word to use on her. She is optimistic to a fault, always believing that every situation can be learned from and surprisingly forgiving. That being said, this is often not understood about Gray as her outer shell is that of a fast-talking crass Chicagoan thusly she is often considered exactly the opposite. Backstory: “Mrs. Cièl we’d like to take a minute to interview you, if that’s alright.” The familiar man said raising his mug to his chapped lips, sipping in the ebony concoction. “Yeah, let’s just get it over with.” “What was your relationship with the deceased?” The man furrowed his brow. “Fuck you John.” “Mrs. Cièl this is all being recorded, please this is just a formality.” “They’re my parents, and stop calling me that.” “How would you describe your relationship with them?” Cracked dry fingers tangled themselves together in front of Gray on the desk. “I wouldn’t.” “If you’re not going to cooper-” “Any relationship we had they ended when I was sixteen.” “Very well.” Dot jots were scribbled onto a blank piece of doctor’s paper, Gray analyzed the man’s finger, a band that had been worn was removed, the lines from its imprint still red and swollen. “What is your place of residence Mrs. Cièl?” “I’m around.” “Are you homeless?” “I have a home, I just don’t go.” “As you say Mrs. Cièl.” The man clicked his pen, in and out fumbling with its clip. “That it?” “Not quite. What can you tell me about your primary occupation?” “You arresting me John?” “Please. Cooperate.” The man said his frustration growing clearly stronger. “I’m a private eye, okay? I don’t do murders or any serious shit, I prefer to keep out of that sort of thing.” “How did a girl with no parents get started as a ‘private eye’? “It started off as work for friends, I was always hanging out in low places, so it was easier for me to scoop the dirt out of their lives. Word of mouth passed me on until I started realizing I could charge a premium for this kind of thing.” “On average how many customers do you have a month?” “Two, maybe three.” “And how long have you been a ‘business’ for? “Only two years.” “Just one last question.” “I just want to leave.” “Gray. Where were you?” The man’s sharp blue eyes attempted to penetrate her own, see her thoughts. “Fuck you Johnny, I didn’t kill my parents.” “Mrs. Ciel-“ “I’m sorry about your wife.” And she left the room, took a cab home, and fell asleep. Talents: Pros Freelance: Has done freelance work as a private detective, mostly investigating an unstable relationship, collecting photo-evidence and whatnot. While she does have some detecting abilities -- her abilities do not translate to forensic supremacy by any means. Self-Defense: She has some basic self-defense training as well as sometimes clients are less than satisfactory when they find out a partner has been cheating on them. Charmer: Gray can have an intoxicating personality, often resorting to her charms in order to win a situation over in her favor. Cons Alcoholic: As the title unfortunately reads Gray consumes alcohol at an unhealthy pace and as such finds herself intoxicated more nights than not. While she is not a fully consumed alcoholic by any means, she does crave the nectar. Unrefined: Never one to flutter on the more expensive side of life, Gray tends to be uncultured, unrefined and typically pretty crass. Other: Bi af.
7,767	205	55	693	1,154	Northern Intersection Aedin wrinkled his face with a frustrated expression. Everything here looked the same. Intersection here. Garbage there. Hallways everywhere. He stretched his hurting arm a bit as he looked down each hallway. He pulled out the hatchet he recovered from the dead person and used the blade to scratch in a horizontal line at eye level. If nobody was looking for it, there was no way that they'd see the line without a good light. Aedin definitely didn't want to get lost here, so he wanted to have clear markers to help him get back to his bed. He especially didn't care for the feeling that he was being watched, but at the moment there was little he could do about that. He muttered to himself. "You know, I don't know what's better. Living on the street or living here. For all I know this might be a step up." Especially if he could figure out some system that kept him alive. Once he finished putting in the line in the wall, he took the west corridor without a second thought. He knew he'd figure out how the place was laid out, he just needed the time to get used to the area.	Name: Aedin Demavend Age: 19 Gender: Male Personality: Aedin is a survivor used to the loner life. He works well with others, but only as a means to meet his personal goals. He's a fast thinker with a sarcastic attitude. He doesn't like overextending his physical limits. Morals never enter the picture for him, only his self-serving needs. Backstory: Homelessness is all Aedin knows. He grew up being raised by a homeless father that looked to take care of his own needs first and then Aedin's second. From a young age, Aedin had to grow up fast to survive. He learned how to steal by using others as a distraction. Of course he had his mess ups and close calls, but he was lucky enough to never be caught by the police. He always dealt with the problems he could with sarcasm, and even with the problems he couldn't deal with he used it. He eventually got out of the city he grew up in after he turned 16 and he did it to get away from his father. He wanted to set up his own stomping grounds elsewhere. He settled down in San Fransisco and quickly found a spot he could use as a base of operations. There were gangs here that he had to learn to respect, but if he could get away with it he rather enjoyed ripping them off. He ended up building a small crew himself, but he couldn't call any one of them a friend as they all were only using each other and he knew it. Talents: Improvisation - A fast thinker has to think on his feet, and a little bit of imagination can (limitedly) go a long way. Street Fighting - Who needs to fight fair where you have to fight to survive? On the street everything is a weapon even the dirt. Petty Theft - Gotta knack for stealing things. Oh, this phone? I'm just borrowing it. Other: Bringing up his father is a bad idea.
7,768	205	56	571	277	If Irina could describe what a heart stopping feeling was, it would be the instant she read the letter. Or part of it anyways. The scribbles were almost illegible, and English being her second language both made it very hard for her to read quickly. She had only gotten to the “Don’t trust the wind part” before the letter was pulled away from her. Her mouth ran dry, and for whatever reason her tongue became very uncomfortable in her mouth. Her palms were clammy and suddenly Irina got that tight feeling in the back of her throat, the one you get right before throwing up. Irina let out a hard, shaky breath and closed her eyes for a moment. She leaned her head back and rubbed her arms up and down, they were covered in goosebumps. In a moment, she felt Gray grab her hand and begin to pull her away. Away from the smell, away from the girl, away from the only room that she knew. Irina held onto the box tightly, not wanting to drop any of her precious items. They were all she had. As Gray gathered her things, Irina sat down on the concrete bed. She was still in a state of shock, her eyes were wide, looking at the ground, but not truly seeing anything. With one hand, she nervously played with her hair, not really hearing a word of what the other girl was telling her. A phone screen flashed before her eyes and snapped Irina back into attention. In a second she realized the girl was about to cry. Irina was not good at dealing with crying. She quickly rubbed the girl’s shoulders and let out a small smile, “I’m sure we’ll find it soon alright? Can I just see that note please?” Her thickly accented voice was strong, despite her shaking hands, and she hoped it was somewhat comforting. Taking the note into her hands, Irina tried to understand the writing. “It… It’s.. It’s in.. Dammit I can’t read this shit… It’s inside.. of me. It’s inside of me!” Irina managed to read the remaining sentence of the letter out loud. She thought about the dead girl, and about the text that Gray got. It specifically told her to hold her breath, right? They had to have missed something. It’s inside of me… It’s inside of me… Suddenly, Irina grew very pale. She glanced up at Gray once more, “I’m pretty sure that body is still the sad girl. Because it talks about her… her smell. But.. the letter says ‘It’s inside of me’… Do you think.. Do you think that the key could be somewhere inside of her? That’s the only place we never checked. I don’t know.. I could be wrong.” Irina desperately wanted an excuse to keep her from going near that body again.	Name: Irina Mehlakova Age: 23 Gender: Female Appearance: Irina is a rather average looking girl. She stands at 5’4” and was roughly 135 lbs last time she checked. Working on the farm has given her strong arms and legs, and the muscle definition can clearly be seen. Her eyes are a light green, speckled with brown and her skin has a warm tan to it. Her hands are rough and calloused, from years of hard work. Backstory: Irina’s whole family, grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, everyone, moved from Russia over to the small neighboring country of Latvia when she was very little. She doesn’t remember much of that time, but clearly recalls the long train ride from St. Petersburg all the way to Riga, Latvia. Her grandparents had bought a small farm just outside of the capital and for a very long time all 15 or 16 of them lived in that small wooden cottage. Soon, her parents bought an apartment in the city, but Irina chose to stay with her grandparents. On the farm they owned; two goats, a mother and her son, a cow, a flock of chickens and various cats and dogs that would come and go as they pleased. Irina’s grandparents were old, and her grandfather had suffered a stroke back in Russia, so his mobility was limited. But together they planted fruits and vegetables, they looked after their small patch of land and even renovated the house a bit. Her jobs often included; tending to the garden, taking care of the animals, herding the goats and chickens through the woods by the farm, and hunting for extra food. Personality: Working in order to survive, Irina grew up responsible and caring. She is a kind soul, especially to animals and anything involving nature. However, she is hardheaded and can be stubborn. Having never finished her schooling, Irina isn’t very well rounded in things like science, or History, but she has a passion for reading. Sometimes, Irina can be very straight forward, it comes with the way she was raised, and because of this she sometimes struggles making friends. She’ll tell you exactly what’s on her mind, without even a second thought. Talents: Tri-Lingual (Russian, English, Latvian in order of proficiency), Excellent reader, Can identify many plant and animal species just by looking at them, quick-witted, sharp tongue, very strong in her arms and legs, can walk/run for extended periods of time. Knows how to use a gun and is a fairly good shot. Other: Sometimes she sings to herself. If she’s angry or stressed, Irina might start speaking in all 3 languages at once. Loves stories. Pansexual.
7,769	205	57	2,699	1,255	Gray Cièl - Inside Room 13 Gray nodded at Irina and sighed deeply. She dabbed her forehead one last time, feeling cooled down she put it back on. She suddenly felt aware of every single part of her body. Her hands felt uncomfortable no matter where she put them. She was completely uncomfortable in her current position. She felt like she was annoying Irina with her presence. It was awful. Gray nodded at what the girl said and slumped forward, raising herself lazily up off the cold cement and into a standing position. What Irina had told her made perfect sense. What else could be inside her? Her thumb absentmindedly grazed over the three holes in her arm as she thought about what kind of position the girl lying on the cold floor – dead must’ve been in. Was it the exact same as their own? There were so many questions that Gray had flying around her head. She found herself constantly thinking that she wanted Irina to interrupt her. Stop her from thinking, from leaving alone, from being in this place anymore. She was pretty, enough that she could be the host of some game show – maybe it was all a prank. Yet, it wasn’t. Gray knew it wasn’t. She wasn’t sure why. “You don’t have to come with me, I know you’ve already seen more than what you’d probably want to.” Gray said quietly with a weak smile. Irina had discovered the body after all. Gray was pretty sure the girl wasn't holding on to a corpse for hope - at least, not yet. “I’ll see if there are any keys inside the corpse. People do this for a living so how hard could it be right?” Gray said – once more with that weak smile of hers. She turned to leave the room, pausing with her hand on the door handle. “If you wanted to come with me – so that you’re not alone out here, I would be fine with that.” She said waiting to see what Irina’s reaction would be.	Name: Gray Cièl Age: 24 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Most commonly motivated by a sense of urgency and money, commonly both: Gray is no stranger to striving for a sense of comfort, seeking a break from the franticness of life. She is an only child who seemed to still require optimum effort to gain the attention of her parents and as such found herself acting out in a variety of ways. She was raised on the south side of Chicago, in Canaryville she fended for herself through most of her adolescent leading into adult years and by the time Gray had turned 16 she was alone. While one may describe Gray as unpleasant, unhappy isn’t the right word to use on her. She is optimistic to a fault, always believing that every situation can be learned from and surprisingly forgiving. That being said, this is often not understood about Gray as her outer shell is that of a fast-talking crass Chicagoan thusly she is often considered exactly the opposite. Backstory: “Mrs. Cièl we’d like to take a minute to interview you, if that’s alright.” The familiar man said raising his mug to his chapped lips, sipping in the ebony concoction. “Yeah, let’s just get it over with.” “What was your relationship with the deceased?” The man furrowed his brow. “Fuck you John.” “Mrs. Cièl this is all being recorded, please this is just a formality.” “They’re my parents, and stop calling me that.” “How would you describe your relationship with them?” Cracked dry fingers tangled themselves together in front of Gray on the desk. “I wouldn’t.” “If you’re not going to cooper-” “Any relationship we had they ended when I was sixteen.” “Very well.” Dot jots were scribbled onto a blank piece of doctor’s paper, Gray analyzed the man’s finger, a band that had been worn was removed, the lines from its imprint still red and swollen. “What is your place of residence Mrs. Cièl?” “I’m around.” “Are you homeless?” “I have a home, I just don’t go.” “As you say Mrs. Cièl.” The man clicked his pen, in and out fumbling with its clip. “That it?” “Not quite. What can you tell me about your primary occupation?” “You arresting me John?” “Please. Cooperate.” The man said his frustration growing clearly stronger. “I’m a private eye, okay? I don’t do murders or any serious shit, I prefer to keep out of that sort of thing.” “How did a girl with no parents get started as a ‘private eye’? “It started off as work for friends, I was always hanging out in low places, so it was easier for me to scoop the dirt out of their lives. Word of mouth passed me on until I started realizing I could charge a premium for this kind of thing.” “On average how many customers do you have a month?” “Two, maybe three.” “And how long have you been a ‘business’ for? “Only two years.” “Just one last question.” “I just want to leave.” “Gray. Where were you?” The man’s sharp blue eyes attempted to penetrate her own, see her thoughts. “Fuck you Johnny, I didn’t kill my parents.” “Mrs. Ciel-“ “I’m sorry about your wife.” And she left the room, took a cab home, and fell asleep. Talents: Pros Freelance: Has done freelance work as a private detective, mostly investigating an unstable relationship, collecting photo-evidence and whatnot. While she does have some detecting abilities -- her abilities do not translate to forensic supremacy by any means. Self-Defense: She has some basic self-defense training as well as sometimes clients are less than satisfactory when they find out a partner has been cheating on them. Charmer: Gray can have an intoxicating personality, often resorting to her charms in order to win a situation over in her favor. Cons Alcoholic: As the title unfortunately reads Gray consumes alcohol at an unhealthy pace and as such finds herself intoxicated more nights than not. While she is not a fully consumed alcoholic by any means, she does crave the nectar. Unrefined: Never one to flutter on the more expensive side of life, Gray tends to be uncultured, unrefined and typically pretty crass. Other: Bi af.
7,770	205	58	2,372	423	Justin glanced at Austin for a moment, noticing the nervous determination within the other man's answer. It was kind of selfish of him to place a burden on someone else's shoulder, he knew, but at the same time, Justin felt like he could rely on his new acquaintance in the near future. But would it come back to bite him in the butt later? He didn't know. Placing trust into someone you just met seemed like the riskiest idea, but at this point, there was no other choice. He knew deep down that he did not have the potential and collectiveness to lead, even if he did want to. No, for the time being, Austin is a much better candidate to keep the group united. Still, that doesn't mean he's going to let the man carry all of them on his poor back. Justin vowed to carry his own weight, and more, if he had to. And so finalizing his decision, he gave Austin an approving nod. "Alright, then," he sighed, turning to Cleo. "How about you and I hang out a bit? Wanna take a stroll down these black, disturbing hallways?" He gave her a half smile. He then proceeded to lead, taking his first steps towards what could be their impending doom. Heading towards Room 9 and Washroom from Room 7 & 10	Name: Justin Mai Age: 21 Gender: Male Appearance: Dark-brown, short chic hair that is usually kept neat and styled in a charming manner that frames his angular face quite well. He is of mixed ethnicity - his father being Chinese and his mother from the States. Because of his multiracial traits, his eyes are colored hazel are more of a rounded almond shape. He has an olive-colored complexion, inheriting the darker skin tones from his father. Being Chinese-American, he stands at a shorter-than-average height than his fully Caucasian peers, but only by a little. Though sporting a thin frame, his athleticism over the years have made his body quite sturdy, though it doesn't quite show underneath his usual fitted clothing. For his attire, he usually wears things that are pretty casual but stylish with darker colors. Personality: Charming, laid-back, and sociable, Justin is a young man who is in the prime of his years. He radiates youth with his optimism as well as show it by partaking in silly risks and living his days with a splash of adventure and mischief. His confidence is backed by his stubbornness, a disastrous combination that usually leads him into trouble. Still, he is intelligent enough to never put himself and those around him in any real danger, as he knows he cannot forsake the future he had worked so hard for. Because of his casual demeanor, he is quite charismatic and approachable. He carries a conversation as smooth as silk and has the ability to dissuade most tension in a situation with his logical and refreshing words. He can be really understanding but conversely, it's difficult for him to open up - but he hides it very well. In most cases, this makes him quite the liar, though he tries not to without good reason. He is more persuasive than intimidating, which is both a strength and weaknesses depending on the situation. Usually he is level-headed and can be analytical with his surroundings, and though his fuse is long, there are things that can quickly set off his temper and make him quite rash. But again, he is able to mask his weakness quite well. Backstory: His father was a descendant of Chinese immigrants who had came over to the United States during WWII. Though having grown up in San Diego, California since he was born, Justin's father and his grandparents were quite traditional with their Chinese roots. It was only after his father was in high school, where he met his American mother, that his sense of tradition began to fade and instead became quite 'westernized' himself. So when Justin was born many years later, he was raised primarily on American values and principles, with his Chinese heritage being sprinkled in here and there. Justin grew up in a household of an average, middle-class nuclear family with him being the only child. His parents are hard workers, with his dad being a small-time manager of a metalworking company and his mom a receptionist at a local hospital. He himself is in his third year of University, just finishing up the remaining of his pre-requisites to apply for an externship that would finish off his medical imaging degree. He is quite adept with his major, having taken interest in Anatomy and Physiology since his early high-school days. He knows a lot about the human body, as well as having the basic fundamentals of pathology and medicine ingrained in his head after years of hard studying for his future profession. On his down-times, Justin participates in various cardio and weight-bearing exercises so that he may keep in shape for his kickboxing hobby in Muay Thai. Though he lives on his own now, he still frequents his parents quite regularly as he his close with his family. Though he is quite sociable at school and well-known, he only hangs out with a select group of individuals that he calls his closest friends. Talents: Being a student of a major that branches off of medicine, he is quite adept at first aid and giving out diagnoses and prognoses. Though his initial knowledge is severely limited, as long as the pathology is not too rare or complex, he's able to establish a very broad idea of what it is, and therefor, can maybe procure some sort of temporary remedy, if not being able to cure it without proper medicine. As a practioner of Muay Thai, he is capable of self-defense but only to a limited extent. He has a small sparring background, and has only been training for a year. Other: He loves sweets, and usually carries around some sort of small candy in his pockets.
7,771	205	59	1,182	1,252	Cleo looked at all the people around her. She dearly hoped they were gonna turn out to be helpful and nice and not a trap or something like that. She looked at Justin and nodded. "Okay. I really just wanna get forward. If you ask me, this is a way bigger thing than we know. Considering that this whole place must have taken some time to get ready for this 'game' and the fact that we are a quiet a big group plus having those phones with quests... It seems there's a lot more to it than we know. And I don't think we will get out of here easily. There's way too much planning behind it all to give away an escape. We should try to stay on good terms with whoever did this and at the same time always be aware that we don't know anything. So whatever we assume, better be ready to accept it's all wrong." She knew that it was hard to say that they'd be stuck here for a while and that they didn't know anything. But she rather had them be aware of the situation and accept that there's probably way too much they didn't know. "This things..." She took her phone out and pointed to the sad man hanging from it. "They have a meaning. Any ideas?" She wanted to collect as much information as possible.	Name: "Cleo" (Cleopatra Stardust Hasting) Age: 20 Gender: Female Appearance: Better known looking like this. Now she rather goes like this and hopes nobody will recognize her. Personality: Emotional, easily hurt, very naive, desperately seeking for love, confident, brave Backstory: Cleo was born to an old, rich family. Everybody knows the last name Hasting. Her family was one of the left over royals, that had made it through the centuries. Her mother Linda was a strict woman, who cared the most about image and popularity. She was a famous model, pictures of her were everywhere around the world. Her father Hoziar Hasting IV was a crazy scientist. Crazy indeed. He believed that all of them were in dear danger at all times, being asked why he thought that, he would flip and yell the "obvious" dangers in the world to their family. He was a loving father nevertheless - that is when he was home. He worked almost 24/7 on some projects he never talked about. Still Cleo loved him dearly. He taught her how to play chess and sometimes he would let her win. Being protective as much as he could, he ordered that his little princess would learn defense and offense of any kind from a young age on. So Cleo learn how to fight and protect herself. When she reached the age of 8, her father taught her how to use several different guns and their bonding time would be whenever he got the chance to give it a few shots with his daughter. Her mother on the other side was too focused on the image her only daughter would throw onto the family. As soon as the girl could walk, she put her in any class she found "presentable". And so Cleo learnt how to dance and do arts and she had music class where she would be taught several intruments and singing. Karate class, gymnastic and swim class were on the list too. And nothing less but perfection was acceptable. The girl was very lonely, she didn't get to go out to play and make friends at all. Whenever her mother decided to step out with her tons of cameras appeared, and their desitnation was always either a shopping ceter, a spa or another of her classes. Cleopatra was home schooled and received top grades, since nothing less was acceptable. But that trapped her in the house while others went to catch the bus and talk with friends on the ride. She never had time to make any friends. She did meet some other kids in swim class and dance class, but was never able to meet up with them outside the classroom. As a lonely child she came up with imaginary friends, until her mother caught her talking to "ghosts" and told her she would curse the house. Several years later, when Cleo reached the age of 12, her father had one of his bad phases again. Thinking any minute the world would turn back into a jungle full of wild animals, he got someone to teach Cleopatra survival training. The young girl protested hard, but like always she had no say. Cleo has been all up on the news and magazines since her birth. Wanting to change that, she left her family and went out on her own. That was a few months back from now. Cleopatra changed her hair to a darker brown, she changed her whole appearance, named herself Cleo instead of Cleopatra and tried to live as a free woman. She worked at a ice cream shop, that served beverages and fish & chips as well. (Okaaaay.) She screwed up the first 15 days and the first 30 meals. But now she got the hang of it. (Dad should've taught me that instead!) Talents: Duo to her intense training and classes, she is almost unbeatable to everything physical. On the other side of the table, she is not a great thinker and not good with words either. She has average knowledge, but maths and logic, even problem solving is hard for her. She is not afraid to attampt any kind of physical competition, she is confident about that. She is fast, silent on her toes and has great balance. Cleo is not afraid of highs at all, but she's very afraid of rejection - she wants to make friends badly. Other: Cleo is bisexual, but had no experience in love yet whatsoever. And she still thinks she is straight. Cleo craves love and physical contact very much, since she had almost none all her life. (To her name: Cleopatra does not like her name. Her mother named her after Cleopatra, because she hoped the girl would turn out to be like her. Her father named her Stardust, because he was obsessed with astronomy when she was born. Cleo thinks that both are two very stupid reasons to name their child that, but she can't control that. Sadly.)
7,772	205	60	1,142	1,144	Rhiannon grimaced at the red stains on her hands and splashed them in the thin layer of water now covering the floor, rubbing them against each other until the blood washed off in swirls of colour. Patting her hands dry against her jean trousers she looked up at Tim who had still not moved from the door. She couldn't tell but he looked like he was in shock, either at the whole being kidnapped situation or the fact her interaction with the corpse had made it impossible to ignore any longer. "Well, are you going to get your stuff?" She asked sharply, her patience with the accountant shortening drastically. In this kind of situation it was meant to be the bloke who took the lead, especially if he was older, but the one she had been stuck with seemed completely immobilised by every little thing. At least her voice seemed to have broken whatever reverie he was in but the man still seemed reluctant to get anywhere near the corpse; if their present environment hadn't been so troubling Rhiannon might have had sympathy but as it was, she had none to give. "Fine, let's just leave it all here and go find who those voices belonged to. Maybe they know more." Splashing through the stale-smelling water she exited the room and turned back down the hall the way she had come; the other way looked like a dead end and she was sure the sounds had come from that way. "Come on or I'll leave you behind. You can stay with that if you really want." Maybe Tim would have his uses after all; his shock at the body was feeding her irritation and kept her own stomach from splurging its minor contents. And she was sure there'd be a lot more corpses, it just seemed like that kind of place.	Name: Rhiannon Jones Age: 20 Gender: Female Appearance: Average height for a woman, thin and toned from a lifestyle of manual labour with skin so pale she looks like a ghost, Rhiannon is someone you take notice of. Her hair is a deep red and long enough to fall past her shoulder blades when let loose although she'll almost always tie it up into a ponytail for practicality's sake. The brightness of her hair nearly washes out the colour of skin, perhaps it might if not for her blue-green eyes which add much needed colour to her ghostly features. She has large irises, giving her an innocent and trusting expression when at rest. Despite her apparent physical fitness, this young woman always seems to be slouching, almost cowering, as if expecting a blow to strike her at any given moment and her movements are furtive; short and quick in a manner designed to avoid attention. Personality: Rhiannon has a nervous disposition and tends to avoid large crowds or interacting with people she does not know. She has very few safe zones and will not willingly venture out of them where possible. However, when pressed she can be quite the conversationalist demonstrating a quick wit and an enormous capacity for both empathy and sympathy. She will rarely act for others and looks to protect herself first and foremost, a pessimistic attitude that assumes that she will barely be able to do just that. Backstory: Her story is not overly complicated, nor, sadly, unusual. Born into a family whose other members died during her pre-memory years, Rhiannon was shipped off to a distant branch of her grandparents' descendants who showed little interest in her existence. As far as they were concerned, she was another mouth to feed until she was old enough to be of use in the fields. She received a smattering of basic education, that which she obliged to be given by law, but nothing extra was spent on her learning that could be better invested in the family business which never seemed to be anything but on the verge of bankruptcy. When she left schooling age, Rhiannon was not given an option for furthering her studies despite her great many academic interests and her apparent capacity to pursue such topics; now she could work full time on the farm and there was not another option given to her. Any mention of interests that did not coincide with her aunt or uncle, or their children for that matter, was enough to earn a physical lesson in obedience. Rhiannon learned from a young age that nothing would come from voicing her concerns, opinions or hopes and so she kept her head down and worked as she was directed to. From the physical labour she gained strength and also a resilience, the result of physical and verbal beatings from her loving family. Then accidents began to happen. One of her cousins had an unfortunate encounter with one of the farm vehicles and the young girl was blamed and beaten. Two months passed and another apparently drank herself to death, her corpse found in the morning with a death-mask grin on her face. Rhiannon's family blamed her, for she had brought bad luck on them from the beginning, had she not? Of course, they took every opportunity to beat her. One of the local officials noticed the young woman's bruises, standing out stark against her white skin, despite her 'attempts' to conceal them. By the time she turned twenty, Rhiannon ran the family business with her remaining family too busy standing murder and domestic abuse charges to maintain the farm any longer. Talents: Manipulation - Rhiannon knows how to push others' buttons and what character to play to get her way. Years spent under the thumb of an abusive family has corrupted her personality into one which thinks nothing of toying with others' emotions or livelihoods to benefit her own future. A good listener - She may be manipulative but this young woman can and does care for some people and is willing to sit while another talks away all their troubles, interjecting at moments to ask for details to express sympathy/outrage when required. Thanks to her own troubled life she understands pain and strife and will not judge others for the pasts they have endured. Other: Rhiannon is bisexual although she has a hard time making any kind of connection with anyone, casual or serious.
7,773	205	61	571	277	Irina nodded. As hard as she raked her brain she couldn’t think of any other options. The sad girl, the smell, it all fit together. And if this wasn’t the sad girl, then Irina did not want to find what other horrors the text was talking about. “Yea, I’ll come with you. Just give me a second.” She stared blankly into her box of items once more. Her entire body told her not to get up, to just stay in this room until she woke up from this nightmare. Slowly, Irina took the water bottle from the box and unscrewed the cap. She managed to get a few sips of water before putting the bottle away to save for later. The soup sounded pretty good about now too, she didn’t remember the last time she had eaten anything. With a sigh, Irina stood up with her box once more. She headed out of Grey’s room and towards the hall with the girl once more. This time, the smell didn’t even make her flinch. Standing next to the other girl, she looked down at the body. “Here, use this…” Irina grabbed the mattock out of her box and handed it to Grey, “It might help.” She hoped the object would at least keep her from having to get too close to the body, and whatever was inside of it.	Name: Irina Mehlakova Age: 23 Gender: Female Appearance: Irina is a rather average looking girl. She stands at 5’4” and was roughly 135 lbs last time she checked. Working on the farm has given her strong arms and legs, and the muscle definition can clearly be seen. Her eyes are a light green, speckled with brown and her skin has a warm tan to it. Her hands are rough and calloused, from years of hard work. Backstory: Irina’s whole family, grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, everyone, moved from Russia over to the small neighboring country of Latvia when she was very little. She doesn’t remember much of that time, but clearly recalls the long train ride from St. Petersburg all the way to Riga, Latvia. Her grandparents had bought a small farm just outside of the capital and for a very long time all 15 or 16 of them lived in that small wooden cottage. Soon, her parents bought an apartment in the city, but Irina chose to stay with her grandparents. On the farm they owned; two goats, a mother and her son, a cow, a flock of chickens and various cats and dogs that would come and go as they pleased. Irina’s grandparents were old, and her grandfather had suffered a stroke back in Russia, so his mobility was limited. But together they planted fruits and vegetables, they looked after their small patch of land and even renovated the house a bit. Her jobs often included; tending to the garden, taking care of the animals, herding the goats and chickens through the woods by the farm, and hunting for extra food. Personality: Working in order to survive, Irina grew up responsible and caring. She is a kind soul, especially to animals and anything involving nature. However, she is hardheaded and can be stubborn. Having never finished her schooling, Irina isn’t very well rounded in things like science, or History, but she has a passion for reading. Sometimes, Irina can be very straight forward, it comes with the way she was raised, and because of this she sometimes struggles making friends. She’ll tell you exactly what’s on her mind, without even a second thought. Talents: Tri-Lingual (Russian, English, Latvian in order of proficiency), Excellent reader, Can identify many plant and animal species just by looking at them, quick-witted, sharp tongue, very strong in her arms and legs, can walk/run for extended periods of time. Knows how to use a gun and is a fairly good shot. Other: Sometimes she sings to herself. If she’s angry or stressed, Irina might start speaking in all 3 languages at once. Loves stories. Pansexual.
7,774	206	0	585	754	With the Festival of Flowers in full swing, people crowded the street as merchants sold everything varying from mochi to bento boxes. Men and women alike flitted from one place to another as the petals of the sakura trees fell and danced in the wind. The smell of grilled fish and meats ran through the streets and mingled with the sweet smell of rose oil perfume. Few remembered or even conversed about the fire the night before other than old men who spinned their tales to young children and adults alike for a few yen. The alleys leading to the Elder's house were decorated with lanterns and filled with people who couldn't help but notice the small group of warriors waiting at his gate for the servants to open the doors. Two guards stood and watched the warriors and festival goers alike, making sure nobody caused trouble. The doors of the Elder's house opened as a servant clad in a pink and white kimono pushed them aside. "Elder Naginari will see you now." said the young girl, obviously new to the job as she bowed to the warriors. "He said that I must warn you that what he has to tell you is very important. He doesn't want anything spoken of here talked about in public. He also says that he is sorry for calling on you without any information given on your part." the woman said as she led the group in and closed the doors. She walked down a long hallway and stopped at the third door on the right. She pushed open a pane of the door and motioned for the group to enter.	Accepted Characters will go in this tab. Post in the OOC or send me a PM for approval. The Men and Women of In Full Bloom Shimzau Hana Moon-Hye Aika Kagennotsuki Yamada Kiyoku Zhang Li Xun Botan Ichihara Ni Utsusemi
7,775	206	1	2,371	1,587	Yamada Kiyoku All around, people of all shapes and flavours were bustling about the village of Hang Yi. They were festival-goers, mostly people who had seldom so much as set their eyes on this small, unassuming village. They had come from all across the land, just in order to see this one, transient glimpse of peace. A break from the horrors of war, from the exhaustion of hard work, and from the mundane things that seemed to fill every passing breathe of their boring lives. In this crowd, a passerby likely wouldn't be noticed for more than an instant, forgotten as one walked past and moved on to the next little pocket of joy on the list. It was the perfect place for her, the maid in red, who danced completely unnoticed straight through the great gathering of people. It was the ultimate, most unfailing disguise. She was a part of the crowd, so it would not be strange for her to go anywhere, or look at anything in particular. She could travel, unseen, through any part of the village without being stopped. It was ideal. During her jaunt through the streets, she took note of many things, but none of them were apparently relevant to her mission. Still, she committed every detail to memory, watched every face for signs of danger, listened in to all sorts of interesting conversations, and eventually arrived close to her destination having heard and seen everything. There were several individuals already waiting outside of the building, likely awaiting for admittance by their most lovely host. They had been called here, for what reason they did not know, but they were expected to come and meet with the Elder of the village for something very important. Naturally, Kiyoku arrived a little early, so that she could position herself close to the group in such a way that her presence wouldn't be questioned. She stood nearby, occupying her body by sweeping the ground close to the house's gate. It would not be strange for a servant to be here at this moment, and until it was time to go in, it was likely that nobody would guess that she was actually a member of the party of warriors. ... Some time passed, and a servant opened up the doors to the Elder's house, quickly briefing the group on what they should do. Following the woman's instructions, Kiyoku nonchalantly follows her through the doorway and into the house, giving a slight wink and a wave at the evidently inexperienced servant girl in front of her. While they were starting to walk down the hallway, Kiyoku took the time to begin talking in a slightly hushed voice to the other members of the group, in an attempt to get a feel for them and their personalities. "Wow, this is kind of exciting, isn't it?", she whispers in an excited tone. Her expression was an unwavering, cheerful smile, and everything from her body movements to her style of walking seemed to point to her being a particular kind of person. She seemed a carefree, unprofessional girl, the sort who could not possibly fit in with the collection of warriors she was surrounded by. Well, in this scenario, standing out couldn't be helped. There was no point in trying to remain hidden, now that she had already joined the group openly. She would just have to go along with it, for now.	Ni Utsusemi -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Age: 21 Gender: Male Eye Color: Brown Hair Color: Black -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Personality: Ni is devout. He is thorough when it comes to body and mind. Patience can be a hard thing for him sometimes, but he is trying to improve. Even though he is serious when it comes to training, Ni has a bit of a goofy streak in him. He sneaks in practical jokes when he can. He likes jokes to be about others and not about him, this is what can lead to his loss of patience. Biography: Ni grew up being the middle child. He has an older brother that constantly picks on him and a younger sister who died when she was seven. The Utsusemi family is known for their stealth in the shadows, and Ni is no novice. He has surpassed even his brother at the art of espionage and diplomacy. The game of politics has always amused Ni. Although his brother is the superior swordsman, their have been many times where Ni held Ichi's life in his hands. He has been trained in the Qing Shogunate in the art of the shadows. But he has retained the family weapon of dual tae kuk bear. Ni has learned to dance with the blades that has earned him the name Shikon Hebimaru. The deception of misdirection is also something he uses often to achieve whatever goals his family has set for him. History: The Shogunate of Tongai is an ethnically blended region. It was no different than the town of Genpai. It is a rural town on the outskirts of one of the major cities in Tongai. It is also where Ni's family set up its claim. It made a central hub because it was located right on a trade route between the major cities in the area. Goods weren't all that game through the town of Genpai. Knowledge is a powerful thing indeed. Powerful and expensive, Ni's father came to realize. Ni used to get sent in the market as a boy to "overhear" many of the travelling merchants bragging about new inventions, or if any towns were invaded. Ni's father would sell the information to the right person and a cost. The Utsusemi name travelled fast in the underground. Ni, however did not like his family gaining repertoire solely from selling information. Information also comes with a price, if the wrong people find out what you give them is false, or withheld. As was the case when his sister was killed by an unknown culprit. Her body was left on the doorstep wrapped in what used to be white sheets. Also, a note was nailed to her chest with the a message stating: "You were wrong." It was Ni's old brother Ichi whom discovered her that fateful morning. Ni had been fortunate enough not to have seen the corpse, because he was sure Ichi still awoke in the night to nightmares. After that, Ni's father drastically reduced his amount of hustling information and used what money he had to pay for Ni and Ichi's training. The family took up farming, but Ni was determined to find out who killed his sister, so the information dealing continued. Place of Birth: Tongai -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Weapon of Choice: Tae Kuk Bear x 2 Personal Affects: Tae Kuk Bear x 2 Backpack containing: a bedroll, canteen, 2 sets of close and robes. A necklace belonging to his sister. Other: Ni is scared of spiders.
7,776	206	2	2,148	1,333	Elder Naginari will see you now. Those were the words Ni had been waiting to hear. His information about his sisters assailant led him to this village. He thought maybe the Elder would have some kind of insight about who might have killed her. So upon the invitation Ni's anticipation was teaming. It seemed he wasn't the only one just a little too excited to be going to see the elder, although he knew his purpose was entirely different to be sure. But, they didn't have to know that. "Wow, this is kind of exciting, isn't it?" The girl within the group asked. "Yea! I wonder what he wants!" Ni coughed at his slip of being a bit too enthusiastic. But how could he not be? This day had taken so many years to fruition. He hoped this wasn't just another dead end in regards to his investigation, but he knew the honor to be called in nonetheless. Ni straightened his posture and cleared his throat and followed the woman in.	Aika Kagennotsuki Age: 20 Gender: F Eye Color: An unusual case. Her left eye is a sea green, whilst she keeps an eyepatch over her right eye. The reasoning for this? Her right eye is a literal moonstone, and despite looking normal and having a pupil and iris that can move, she is completely blind in her right eye. Hair Color: A grayish-black. Physical Description: Aika's physique is a strange combination of femininity and warrior's code. Muscles that are firm yet smooth, a body tones for response -- fight or flight -- yet deceiving "small", to put it to her advantage. Standing at 5'7'', and with a weight of 138 lbs., her strength is outstanding and she's better on par to fight with a man than a woman's body should. Personality: The younger sister of the next in line of a daimyo -- this requires a need to be responsible for people. Corruption of any kind is unacceptable as a fact, for if anything should happen to her older brother, she would need to take responsibility until circumstances would smooth out things appropriately. Anyone born of a daimyo's family is one that needs to have honor without restriction. Whether it be to defend the weaker, poorer citizens, or to take on a duel to the death for the sake of retaining the peace. Without a care to danger, or to consequence, it is in Aika's nature to be a chivalrous individual. This...can sometimes have her mistaken as a very effeminate man, since it's not the most common thing for a woman to go defending the peasants and those of more unsavory professions. What even if being taken care of by other people? Her brother rarely does that, and it's usually tough love. She's used to taking care of other people. Biography: A symbol to the Tongai by public means -- Aika is the younger child born of the third leading Tongai Daimyo. She was born with a grace of the Moon God, it is believed. Her right eye was a stone of Tsukiyomi himself, clear in color and glowing with the moon's light. While some thought her blessed, to stare into that eye caused the whispers of the full moon to overtake the mind and bring madness. While some thought her cursed, she could see through the eyes of the others -- glimpses of events yet to come, and sometimes she could help. With eye hidden to protect the people whilst the desire to follow in the steps of her father, Aika tries hard to maintain the length of "The Wandering Caretaker". History: Place of Birth: The Tongai Shogunate Weapon of Choice: A katana forged of a curious design. With dust of moonstone, shards of iron, and gentle sparks of glass to portray the true "starlit sky" of the night time. She has a habit of carrying crushed moonstone sand for general purposes. Personal Affects: Aika's Moonstone Eye is a blessing and a curse to be born with. To gaze upon her eye slowly induces madness in the viewer as time progresses on, from simple shivers of the spine and tensing of the body to full-blown hysterics if left in her presence long enough should she stay within appropriate view to see her eye for all it is worth. Alternatively, her eye is capable of "seeing" glimpses of future events through the eyes of others. From a first person view, she can see simple moments -- basic "limited clairvoyance". This usually leads to her trying to be the big damn hero, even if she is incapable of doing it. - Moonblade Katana - A large sum of gold pieces kept to give to those in need or basic necessities - Spare eyepatch in case hers breaks - Crest of her family and status - A pocketwatch forged for her sake - Basic traveling essentials Other: Her name translates into "Lament of the Full Moon". Aika does not believe in the commitment of seppuku. Therefore, she refuses to carry a wakizashi or tanto at her side. The only way she should die is in battle or of age by her standards.
7,777	206	3	180	1,446	Botan Ichihara "Elder Naginari will see you now." Those words broke the aged ronin from his meditation that he had gone into while he waited with other warriors. Why he was invited to such a gather he was unsure for he was a ronin, a samurai with no lord or master. Normally ronin would not be trusted for most put there blade to the work of mercenaries or hired thugs turning to crime to earn a living and loosing the path of what it meant to be a samurai, to follow the bushido code. They lost their honor, something that Botan had not lost so perhaps he was different. He pushed the thought aside, it was better to have a clear mind then one that pondered on a question that cannot be answered. He heard a few whispers out of the other warriors there, mostly the younger warriors. His face remained impassive as he followed his fellow warriors inside, giving a bow to whom he presumed was Elder Naginari. Upon what seemed to be the completion of the first warrior's introduction to the Elder, Botan stepped in with his own. "It is a privilege to meet. I thank you for allowing this ronin into your home," he stated being truthful on who he was ",I am Botan Ichihara."	Botan Ichihara _________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Age: 36 Gender: Male Eye Color: Ocean Blue Hair Color: Dark Brown Physical Description: Botan stands at 5' 8'' with a moderate build that isn't lean nor bulky. His body is well toned and carries the scars of his past. The only signs of aging would be the distinct notice of gray hair and a few wrinkles that lie on his face. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Personality: He is a rather silent man, rare to start conversation amongst the company of others giving the impression of a man who is impassive to many when in truth he is quite the opposite. He cares for his fellow man and still holds the ideals and honors of what it means to be a samurai even if the title has been stripped from him. He is a loyal warrior willing to give his life to protect the innocent and bring justice to those who are not. He carries the scars that he has on him as proof of his honor, to show that even if he is ronin he still upholds his master's values that were taught to him. Biography: He was trained to be a samurai, beginning training in his young teenage years. Botan showed his strengths through perseverance and dedication, never giving up in his training. He and his fellow samurai protected the village that they lived in from those who would try to harm the citizens. He was honored to work with such a master that he had and his comrades became his brothers and a few sisters as well who were given the same honor. He brought honor to his family. The good times though would not last. On the year of his twenty fifth birthday, his master was killed changing the fate of all those that had been under him. It was deemed an honorable death one through combat from what was examined on the body but Botan did not believe this to be true and chose to become ronin as to seek the truth. His fellow samurai chose separate paths some committed themselves to being into the villages own personal army merely becoming one of many of the warriors that protected it, though with better skills with a blade. Some chose to join their master with an honorable death while others went to seek out new masters who would let them join. His village became one with no samurai in the end. History: Optional Place of Birth: Tongai Shogunate _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Weapon of Choice: Nagamaki Personal Affects: -Money from his occasional hired jobs. -Tanto just in case his nagamaki is not with him he has something to use, be it for combat or an honorable death. -Bed roll since a luxury to sleep indoors is not one he is usually accustomed to in his wanderings. -An old worn pendant that belonged to his master. He does not wear it but looks at it when he needs guidance on his wandering. -Spare set of clothes. Even being ronin he has a sense of needing to look at least presentable at the festivities. Other: N/A
7,778	206	4	1,523	3,443	Hana Hana's hands were folded politely in front of her armoured stomach, shoulders back and straight against the supportive weight of the naginata strapped to her back. It was a warrior's posture, mixed with the submissiveness expected of a housewife; a bowed head and a dark fringe covering dark eyes. Breeze Amongst the Trees into Cherry's Fall could work; a sure kill if so – but simply knocking the naginata to the side after dodging... Well. By no means a perfect, or even decent guest, Hana simply followed with numb footsteps the group of warriors into the house to see this Elder Naginari, staring blankly at nothing with a soft, girlish smile on her face. Training never ended as an onna-bugeisha, and even if she wasn't swinging around a weapon to slicing away at a straw dummy, plans and tactics raced through her head like the currents of a fast-flowing river. There was a ronin amongst them. He was older than her, she reckoned, but no less human. It was a threat that weighed down all of those with honor, of being left destitute without a daimyo to follow, lacking a future. If one of the many assassins that flooded in from the east took her husband's life, that would likely be her. But she had a tantō for such an event, so her pity only went so far. Hana simply bowed at the waist since it was in her nature (and in her customs) to be the second to speak. She did not introduce herself since it mattered little, ultimately, whether they wanted her as the wife of a daimyo or as a warrior.	Hana Age: 31 Gender: Female Eye Colour: Black Hair Colour: Black Physical Description: Hana is of a fairly intimidating height at 5'7", possessing a lean, willowy build with little softness to be seen anywhere on her. Any signs of aging are near invisible to the naked eye, save for light worry-lines on her forehead when she frowns (which is often); she looks just about as young as a woman in her early twenties. Her appearance is marked by the juxtaposition of her jet black hair and eyes with unusually pale, papery skin that seems at first glance to be free from any scrapes or scars; however, other than her face, the rest of her body is a patchwork of long-healed stab wounds and cuts. She walks and stands with an almost-masculine, military posture that oozes confidence and yet her eyes are often focused on the ground to avoid contact with anyone else. Personality: Hana is stoic and tends to speak only when spoken to, but rather than stemming from perfect subservience in the army or the like, her silence is instead because she is shy. She has gentle, demure mannerisms that would not be out of place on a noblewoman that contrast with a desire to take a more active role in conflicts. Still, she is characterised by her fading loyalty to her family name and her reputation as a good housewife, as well as her morbid preoccupation with the concept of an honourable death. She is particularly motherly (perhaps because she is one) and is prone to fuss and worry about everyone who is close to her, except herself. Hana is unlikely to notice when she is wounded, even grievously, as it is not her place to worry about that... unless it has scarred her face as she is almost narcissistic when it comes to her "aging beauty". Biography: Trained from her early teens to become an onna-bugeisha – a female samurai – Hana has had a lifetime of helping to defend Izami from banditry and rebellion as a faithful servant of the daimyo. Later, during a more peaceful time, she was called to serve as the right arm to the daimyo's himself following the death of his father... until suddenly it was gone in a flash as she fell in love, married said royal and had two children – a son and a daughter. It never did stop her from heading up the protective detail on her husband, however, or from training as a samurai. If anything, it allowed her to develop her patience, hone her skills without constant injury and, of course, develop her chi. History: "We need all able-bodied soldiers, regardless of gender." Those words, placed into effect in Izami only three years before Hana's birth irreparably changed her childhood (and, indeed adulthood) from what it would have been otherwise: learning feminine skills, marrying a respectable man, having children and managing an estate. That is not what happened, not when she trained to become an onna-bugeisha. Born in Akakyūai – one of the six hastily-built villages on the twisting road that led from the unforgiving crags to the mountaintop – Hana was always destined for hardship either way. Her home was small and easily replaced, her family's farms compact and a decent walk away from the main path if only to protect it from being trampled on by the daimyo's warbands, and, of course, there were no fit men in her village. Her family had exclusively daughters, as did many of the others, and all of the young, male adults had been sent off to quell a rebellion and had... just never returned. To make ends meet, Hana learned quickly to forage, to help out on the farm with her mother while her father was on mandatory guard duty, and most of all to run and hide when the bandits came screeching down the road, ready to pillage. That happened a few times, and with each recurrence, her surviving family dwindled further. It was at age eleven when Hana was given her family's work horse and told to "run, run, and don't return", setting off along the treacherous back roads to the city, Birakanai, nestled between the harsh rocky terrain and the desert. There, she petitioned the daimyo at the time – a benevolent man who was distantly related to her through an ancestral marriage – with what little reputation her family name had to clear out the bandits using her village. There was nothing he could do, not when he was stamping down on a rebellion with the soldiers he had. Instead, he offered her training in a recently revived elite unit of onna-bugeisha (as apparently the shortage of men was not a problem limited to just her home village) and if she completed it, he would see what he could do. Naturally, by the time her first master had deemed her an 'acceptable' samurai at sixteen, the bandits had long since disappeared, riding off into some other Shogunate by the best estimates. At first, she was given leave by the daimyo after training to stretch her wings and experience life; however, Hana found something more useful to do with her time that required her to stretch her absence up to four years. She found an empty school in the countryside devoted to schooling female warriors like herself; one specialising in the use of a naginata, which she thought she hated during basic training. The teacher there, her Master, had already been closing up the dojo due to rent payment issues and he took her own a wandering path through the provinces, teaching in a more natural environment against the dregs society had to offer. Hana killed for the first time only weeks after starting. When she returned to Birakanai at twenty, it was enlightened, talented, and determined to follow the code of honour laid out by her master's teachings: join the daimyo's unit of onna-bugeisha and repay her debt to him in full. By the time this happened however, the previous daimyo had stepped down through old age and his youngest son (the only one who was willing to take the position as family head) taken over. While not impressed with a man who ruled with a council of his war-like brothers giving him advice, she was even more irritated with the use of the onna-bugeisha as simple palatial guards for the daimyo. Code of honour dictated, however... and she founded herself thinking that more and more often, until she realised after three assassination attempts on the daimyo in as many weeks that yes, such a large unit of bodyguards really was required. Quickly, she rose to the top of her unit and was directly responsible for the daimyo's safety... And then she realised that he wasn't all bad, that a man who couldn't tell the hilt of a katana from its blade was almost endearing, that it was better to have him in power than his brothers who liked playing armies and objectifying women... In a whirlwind romance subverting all expectations of the daimyo's sycophantic following (many of whom had daughters as prospective brides for him), Hana married into the family and quickly had children – twins. One healthy, and one... not. Shoshi were then required due to Hana's following infertility, more as an insurance policy, which put something of a dampener on their relationship. It was a miracle that her daughter Aya survived childhood, with her weakened body and frailty. Still, life had to go on, and Hana spent her time organising new recruits, protecting her husband's life and returning to training with her original Master, as there's no such thing as too old to learn. This time, it had a particular focus on chi – something that she knew she could do, just not consciously. Seven years down the line, and faced with the death of her beloved daughter, Hana decided to take a last-ditch effort to seek the good health associated with the cherry blossoms in the village of Hang Yi. Place of Birth: The Izami Shogunate – a village called Akakyūai in an arid mountain range in the far west. Weapon(s) of Choice: Naginata – Hana's favoured weapon is that of a typical onna-bugeisha: a naginata with a blade of above-average length at 58cm. Because of its length, she can compensate for her relative lack of physical strength as well as tease and taunt short-range weapon users. She hears it is fairly effective against cavalry; however, Hana is fond of animals and is unlikely to ever have to use it in such a way. Tantō – While not Hana's favourite weapon anymore, she also carries a tantō with her – if only for emergencies. As she has gotten older, the prospect of facing up against so much danger by going in to extreme close range has gradually become more daunting to her, especially since that was how she was most often wounded. Personal Effects: Suitcase of Festival Clothing – Since Hana has no real ulterior motives in visiting the festival, she has brought her kimono and other formal clothing to wear in addition to her ceremonial armour. Master's Sash – A black cloth Hana wears wrapped around her upper arm, covering the traditional tattoo of her master's name she received years ago when she first entered her apprenticeship. The Blooming Naginata – A relic of her husband's family, gifted to her during their courtship. It is a strong symbol of a female warrior, at least in Izami. She does not carry it with her when everything appears to be safe. Tantō – For emergency combat, as well as... emergency ritual suicide, should it ever be required. Money – Surely enough to order any treatment that might help Aya up at the festival. Other: Hana has limited use and flexibility in her right hand due to irreparable damage after having it stabbed through with a sword. Her grip is weaker on her naginata when most of the strain is placed on this hand. She also cannot write particularly well now, forced to use her left hand, to the point where it is obvious. Daimyo Name: Shimazu Shogunate of Residence: The Izami Shogunate Status: Well-loved by many, particularly the commoners who live under the Daimyo's protection. Known for surprisingly defensive and tactical warfare, as well as pacifism. Disliked by many noble families who seek to depose the current Daimyo for said pacifism and ruining the profitability of their private armies. Under the threat of rebellion – an unusual number of assassination attempts in recent years. Family Tree: The Family Head Shimazu Naoki – A charismatic man of good humour and excessive kindness. Devoted to his role as daimyo despite his utter lack of military experience of skill, as he is a sheltered younger son. It was agreed that his older brothers, who had no talent nor desire for the position, would abdicate to form his council. His survival to his current age of 26 was never expected. The Heir and the Spare Shimazu Akira – The male twin of Hana's children, aged seven. A loud, boistrous child more like his father's side of the family than his mother. Already training swordsmanship and calligraphy. Shimazu Aya – Hana's daughter, also seven years old. A meek child of a weak immune system and frail body. Quiet, conscientious, and fairly astute, she was unable to make the trip to see the festival. Unlikely to survive the winter. Mistresses, Concubines and Illegitimate Children As a result of high infant mortality rate and the ill-health of his spare heir, Naoki was forced to continue on in the traditional way of his family and produce illegitimate children – shoshi – to adopt into the household for the off-chance that both of his wife's children died. To Mari, his favoured mistress, he has three children aged 5, 3, and 1... all sons. The Council of Brothers Shimazu Hidan, Shimazu Hitoshi and Shimazu Junichi – They are all of Naoki's tight-knit older brothers who survived to adulthood and willingly rejected the title of Daimyo so that the youngest could take it... though, it was decided beforehand that he would subject himself to their wishes when it came to military and political maneuvering. History: The formation of the Shimazu family is a bitter, rags-to-riches legend passed down through the years, often the answer to a child's question of, "Why do we live in the desert?" How much of it is fact and how much is fiction, however, is unknown even to the daimyo – it might simply be an allegory for the consequences of favouritism and greed. Due to the expansion of a long-dead shogun's empire in Izami, many outlying, lightly-populated regions were suffering from a lack of protection and were rising up against anyone who had even the slightest monetary advantage over anyone else. The answer, of course, was to strategically instate two of his spare sons as daimyos in this area. Unfortunately, he had only two of illegitimate birth left: the oldest child of his first mistress and the youngest child of his last mistress. And, between them, he had to decide who to give the northern province to – a temperate climate where the worst of the problems faced were light rebellions – and who to give the desertified, barren reaches of the south-western part of his kingdom. It did not take much deciding, in all honesty, but it was only helped along by the whispers and pleading of the oldest son. The youngest, Shimazu Kenji, was given the tiny desert city of Birakanai to rule over, and was expected to fail. He did not. The people found him sympathetic to their plight – no food, little watter, bandits and murderers and corruption – and they in turn pledged their loyalty to him easier than they would have his older brother, whose presence merely incited more rebellions in the region. Birakanai grew, over the course of a generation, into a bustling trading hub for silks and finery (as well as a smuggling post, but all trade is good trade). Still, Kenji was not alive to see it. He had been assassinated only five years after taking his post, leaving it to his infant son, who became an even more deified ruler than his father ever was with extensive military campaigns against neighbouring shogunates. So it goes. Members of the Shimazu bloodline are known for finicky health and short lifespans, as the illness that plagues the current heir's daughter is by no means unique to her. Character Relation to Daimyo: The wife of Shimazu Naoki and mother of the two main heirs. Furthermore, a former onna-bugeisha bodyguard for the family.
7,779	206	5	2,138	729	Liu Kai Zheng Eyelids fluttered open, revealing bluish gray eyes as the sound of the elder's house doors opening reached her ears. She had waited quite a while. Despite the disappointment that she had harbored due to the Sakura trees being set on fire before their full bloom, Zheng was rather glad about the cheery festival mood most had on that day, almost like the disaster never happened. She enjoyed the event, something that served as a relaxing break from her travelling. Mentally sighing while listening to the servant that greeted her view, Zheng straightened her back from the wall beside the doors and the leaning posture she was in. She let some of the others walk in first before entering herself, observing said persons as they passed. The door led to a long hallway that stretched out before the warriors. However, the servant only walked so far, till reaching the third door on the right. During the short walking time, two of the others had expressed their enthusiasm, to which Zheng only replied with a soft 'hmph', a little acquiescing smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Arriving at the room, Zheng greeted the elder with a bow. She noticed that another had done so too, and some had introduced themselves. Zheng stood at the ready to give an ear to whatever he had to say.	Liu Kai Zheng Age: 20 Gender: Female Eye Color: Bluish Gray Hair Color: Blackish Dark Purple Physical Discription: Zheng is a lean 1.65m tall female, weighing 51kg. She is, however, often mistaken for being a male because of her looks, how she acts and even how she talks. Her chest is also usually wrapped in bandage, "for easier battling", she says. It would be rare for one to look once and notice her female traits. Also, she has a scar running across the bridge of her nose. Personality: A rather calm person, Zheng normally keeps a cool head. She isn't necessarily quiet, however, speaking up whenever she feels like it or when it is needed. Despite having known and witnessed the evil in the world, she would seem laid-back, though she actually is paying close observation. Zheng is also loyal, but she would only trust someone when she deems them worthy of her trust. Biography: Growing up in the mountains of the Tijang Shogunate, Zheng was trained personally by her father in kenjutsu. The training had started from a young age, and it was held in different terrains. This was because both her parents were skilled in the sword, thus they wanted their only child to be too. They also made sure to teach her many things, ensuring she was good in every aspect. The mountains were her escape whenever she feels the burden is too heavy. One particular spot had her attention though, and she often frequented it. It was a lake surrounded by trees. She would often climb one particular tree, sit on a certain branch, and play her spinning tops there. It was something relaxing for her, add to the fact that the place was pretty secluded. "To fight me, you have to kill her first." Her father was a renowned swordsman, the best in the village. He was a retired samurai who had served the Tijang military. That, and he had many enemies, too. Occasionally, the family would receive unwanted visitors who would come barging into their house, saying they would take his head. So he said those words to a man who came. Zheng was twelve at the time, but she was reluctantly forced to fight. It was a do-or-die battle. In the end, she killed the man, and her few friends had witnessed it too. From then on, they had feared her, not wanting to even get close to her. There were several more attacks after that one, but Zheng took care of those, too. History: Optional Place of Birth: Tijang Shogunate Weapon of Choice: Katana Personal Affects: -Katana -Money -Bed roll -Bandages -Light blue scarf -A few small spinning tops -Map of the region Other: In her free time, Zheng likes to play with small spinning tops that she is quite skilled with.
7,780	207	0	2,136	1,400	"Cut his paws off." The large ursine stood with his arms crossed, a jagged and scarred face staring down at a quite defenseless feline. Surrounded by a pack of four goons, each more terrifying than the other, the cat's only weapon had been stripped from his frame and left him with little chance against the five large brutes circling him. "H-hey...!" Squirming in the iron grip of an ursine bandit, it didn't take long for the cat to realize the futility of his efforts. He had truly gotten on the wrong side of unsavory ilk indeed. "Pain ain't a good color on me!" "Should have thought of that before you stole from me, Ravio." With a voice dark and rumbling, the ursine's lips managed a string of words easily echoing throughout the forest. Though an unpleasant meeting, one could not cast shame on the quite beautiful background hosting this event. Six individuals, five of them ursine and one of them a small cat had found themselves atop the age old remains of a ruined temple, a place once buzzing with life, riches and relics. "Didn't steal from ya'!" Kicking and squirming did nothing in Ravio's benefit and grabbing hold of his legs ended the little resistance he could manage. "W-wait...! C'mon, hold up Grond! This is so not nice!" "Tell me what I want to know or you'll end up being a house cat until the end of your miserable days." Rolling his one good eye, the leader with the revealed name Grond rubbed his chin with a heavy sigh. It was quite apparent that the two of them had been through this dance many, many times before. "Alright, alright!" With a blade uncomfortably close to his ankles, Ravio jerked back with a fearful gulp traveling down his throat. "Listen!" He began, earning Grond's attention as the leader motioned for his goons to halt. "Yes?" "I've a confession..." With a deep breath, the cat looked at the five faces before him, each one gruff and battle hardened. "You lot ain't the only ones chashin' me..." With another heavy sigh, Grond rubbed his forehead with a set of thick, muscular fingers. "So you pissed someone else off? Yeah, you do that. Cut em' off." "For fuck sake, Grond! Look behind ya'!" With rising desperation, the cat's voice followed suit, his fruitless efforts bearing no results. However, despite Grond's refusal to heed the cat's words, the grunt ready to slice Ravio's paws from place did indeed notice the incoming threat. "Boss, the cat ain't shitting with us. Look..." Lowering her blade, the ursine thug pointed at the humongous creature crushing its way through the forest. "What in the actual fuck...! What did you do, Ravio!?" Grond tried, but before anyone got a chance to react, the gigantic monstrous wurm rammed itself into the ruined temple and caused the stone to falter beneath its force. Stealing the split second granted by the beast, Ravio managed to slip out of the iron grip he had found himself in. The cat's new found luck, or perhaps the second of his nine lives shone brightly once the grunt who held his sword was shaken off of his feet, dropping Ravio's scimitar. Before the blade could reach the crumbling foundations below, Ravio dove after his blade and caught it midair moments before his paws took hold of a piece of falling rock and launched him to a more stable location. "Ravio!" "I am so sorry, Grond! This totally wasn't my plan!" With a bright grin stretching across the cat's lips, he gracefully leaped down from the shattered temple as soon as opportunity gave way. Landing on the massive wurm, the cat's claws held him onto the monster's thick scales as well as they good though this beast was well aware of the feline. Continuing through the now leveled temple building, the wurm moved through the sea of trees, viciously shaking its head to force Ravio down. "This is so amaz-...!" However, no one said that luck tended to remain for very long. Indeed, the wurm's entrance had saved the feline's life but its intentions resided far from the fact. With one final attempt, the humongous wurm managed to shake the feline off and sent him flying into a tree. The impact did more than a little to damage his frame, but running on pure adrenaline would allow him a moment's strength. Ravio fell down the trunk, hitting several branches before finally reaching the bottom. Coughing heavily from the unfortunate outcome, the cat tried to ascend to his paws though only managed to fall to his knees as a result. Yet again, luck would spit him in the face with a large hand grabbing hold of his throat, pressing the cat up against the tree. It was Grond, well and alive. Well, alive, at least. With blood leaking from several wounds tearing their way through his fur, the bear had indeed seen better days. The debris had managed to steal his breath and much of his health on his way to the grassy ground. "You fucking lunatic..." "Shit...C'mon Grond, here...!? Really!?" Fnding himself in the grip of an ursine a second time, the cat tried to desperately point at the massive, hulking wurm which now turned its attention to the two remaining people. Opening its tremendous maw, the wurm's loud roar shook earth and trees alike, enough to catch Grond's attention. "How the fuck did you piss that thing off!?" "We just didn't get along, okay!?" "What the hell, Ravio!?" "Stop screaming!" "You stop screaming!" "Shut up and run!" Kicking the ursine square in the chest was enough to loosen the grip and allowed for the cat to escape, immediately launching him in the opposite direction. "Come back you filth!" Heaving his heavy legs after the much more graceful cat, Grond managed to keep up quite well due to his massive strength, however the incoming wurm was no slow mover itself. "Grond...!" Ravio shot back, heavy breathing leaving his lungs. "Ya' know I love ya', buddy! But I ain't gonna' end up as worm food for ya'!" Moving like a graceful wind past the endless sea of trees, Ravio could only run for so long until he reached a fissure in the ground. Indeed, this was the location called home by the very wurm chasing them. "Come the fuck on...!" "Nowhere to run now, Ravio!" Stopping in front of the fissure alongside the cat, Grond spun around to see the wurm closing in on them. "Yeah, 'cause that thing won't kill you or anythin'!" Reaching behind his shoulder, Ravio released his scimitar from place and clenched his teeth. There was no way in hell he could fight this thing alone and with Grond the chances accelerated all the way from impossible to improbable. Even so, Grond unclipped the large axe hanging from his belt and held onto the weapon with both hands. "I swear to the fucking divines, Ravio. If we get out of this alive, I'll kill you!" "One thin' a time, big boy!" Twirling the blade around his hand, the feline prepared for a fight that appeared absolutely futile. The best he could hope for was to let it get the big guy and use whatever opportunity he could get his hands on to run for it.	Name: "Name's Ravio Vakaria. Hm, why do ya' wanna know?" Nickname/Alias: "People call me Saber! Hehe, wanna' know why?" Race: "I'm a Lah'nah, if that wasn't too obvious. Just a cat, though. Ya' wanted me to be a lion? Maybe a tiger? Nope! Sorry to disapoint!" Gender: "Male, last time I checked." Sexuality: "Hehe again...males, last time I checked." Age: "I'm 24." Additional Info Personality: "Let's see...people call me lighthearted, unable to take shit seriously and foolhardy. I rush into danger without thought, I love riskin' my life 'cause it's fun as fuckin' hell...! And I love cuddly, cute things. See, I don't let things keep me down, right? Why would I? I've met countless stone faced, hardy and serious mercenaries, freelancers, what have ya', but why would I decide to just let go of all the fun and go dark and broody? Adventurin' is fun, fightin' is fun and swingin' a sword is fuckin' amazin'! Have ya' tried it? Do it! Explorin' lost and forgotten temples and even cities, findin' treasure, fightin' assholes who try to outsmart ya' using foul fuckin' tricks and end up knockin' ya' out and throwin' ya' down a hole with a million...Ahem, sorry, hehe trailed off. What makes me angry? Alright, believe it or not, I actually like honor to an extent, right? I don't kick people who're down, I don't like hurtin' folk and all that, so I guess that makes me a somewhat good guy, right? So, what makes me angry are assholes who use others to their own ends. I mean, we all do that to a certain extent, I know, but do we all abuse people? Like hell we do! C'mon, ain't nothin' good about abusin' anyone! Hm, can't really say that I get angry when shit doesn't go my way, I mean that just opens up new possibilities! Sure, I fail from time to time, sometimes more often than not, but ya' gotta' pick yourself up and see where ya' can go from there, right? Okay, so let's talk about somethin' more positive. What makes me happy! Alright, I love talkin' with people. There is so much ya' can learn from just openin' your mouth sometimes, hehe. I also love gettin' to know people 'cause the more acquaintances ya' have, the more people ya' can turn to, right? Of course, it also means that you'll have more enemies but hey, that's fun too, right? Hehe. I love sunny days, flowers, markets...oh I love markets...shiny things, ya' know? Oh and swords! I fuckin' love swords! Small swords, big swords, pointy swords, curved swords...they're just so friggin' beautiful! Yeah I...I can be a big spender...it's not healthy. Eh, I guess ya' could consider me hyper, has that come across? I'm also cuddly, hugs are fun. Oh, and I'm fun lovin'! Let's see...ya' wanna know what drives me? Experience, I guess. I'm a simple person. I'm not out to get revenge on anyone, I'm not interested in earnin' a buncha' money for my ol' sick n' dyin' gran-ma-ma, I just like livin' life to the fullest. I do what I consider interestin', ain't anythin' more to it!" Appearance: "I'd say I'm small, quick, agile and catlike! Heh, if not I'd be a disappointment to my species, c'mon! Eh, most people call me a scrawny lil' fuck, I'd call myself slender. Last time I measured myself I reached five feet...I know, I'm huge! Let's see, brown eyes, light brown fur, claws, sturdy, sturdy paws and a long, slender puh-retty tail! I usually wear a vest n' pair o' baggy pants n' call it a day. Ya' know, what I'm wearin' right now. I don't own much else, hehe. Barely have any coin and I'm a big spender. See, that's why it's an unhealthy habit! Lessee'...I weigh ninety pounds, wear my blade on my back and stay away from armor. That shit weighs a ton! Wouldn't ever wanna' wear that! It slows me down, makes me into a tin can people can just beat! So yeah, this is me!" Height: "Told ya, five feet." Weight: "And told ya'...ninety pounds." Fight related Magic: "I was born an Enchanter, but I didn't really put much focus into it, ya' know? I can manage some basic, temporary enchantments but nothin' major. It compliments my fightin' style, though!" Sharpen "A simple enchantment which makes my blade cut deeper and through lighter armor! Hehe, helps a lot against chain mail and hard leather." Class: "My pretty little title is...Sword Dancer!" Weapons/Items: "She's been with me for as long as I can remember!" Strengths: Agile "Yup, I'm like water!" Graceful "Why'd I wanna fight with brute strength when I have finesse?" Swordsmanship "I can swing this thin' in my sleep, hehe!" Weaknesses: Sturdiness "Alright, so I'm hard to hit...right? But if ya' do manage to knock me over...well...it ain't like I can take it on the chest." Weight "Can't carry much, it's why I travel light." Strength "I prefer speed over strength. It makes heavily armored brutes quite a nuisance, right? Findin' the weak spot in armor while someone is tryin' to stab ya' can be hard hehe. I also can't really swing a big ass mace around, that shit's too heavy." Techniques: Sword Dancing "So I prefer grace and finesse when fighting. I use all of my body to mix martial arts n' sword wieldin' into a deadly fluid movement. Given my small knowledge in Enchantin', I infuse my blade from time to time to deal with shit." Flavor: Theme Song: "Hehe, wow...you're dangerous..."
7,781	207	1	1,448	3,925	Wait... who's stealing something from who? I asked myself from my perch, as I oversaw some sort of conversation between a group of thugs, and a thieving feline... or, allegedly thieving. I couldn't tell who was innocent, and who was guilty of anything, however, soon enough, I heard one of them speak, a bear among the thugs "Cut his paw off," well... that was a little harsh. Perhaps he stole something valuable? One of the cats, rather, the one that they wanted to cut, made a one-liner, and somehow struggled free of his captors... it was at this point when I almost considered just flying up to that roof, and throwing lightning everywhere just to scare everyone off and sort them out when I meet them individually... but, fate had other plans, as something else, a giant, scaly worm... or, more appropriately, a wurm, slammed its sizable body against the ruins, easily collapsing the building, given that it was already weakened by time, and the cat leaped onto the wurm and started clawing at the thing's scales... his hold didn't last, and he was flung into the tree just off to my left. The cat, now running on pure adrenaline tried to talk to a very battered, and beaten-up bear, trying to convince him to stand up. I guess that's my cue, huh? I know where I stand, now, at least. I thought as I flew from my perch, and tried to spot a weak spot, a place that wasn't covered in scales. It took a little bit, and the thing was thankfully distracted by the bear and cat, but I flew at the open spot, right at the back of thing's neck, at full speed, spear out. The thing didn't so much as hear me as I approached, and, I managed to shove my spear RIGHT in that weak point, flying off of the spear, and then zapping it with an electrical spell... once the spell's effects were over, I retrieved my spear, and took a spot in the air where the thing probably wouldn't get me. "Hey, catman! Ya think you can still fight? I'd kinda like some sort of help!" I shouted to the cat below, though, somehow, I almost doubted that he, or even the bear for that matter, could. If I could stay in the air, I might be able to keep pelting the thing with javelins... so long as it could die within twelve of them, as that's all I had at the moment. Of course, there's always my bow, and arrows if I ever run out of those. I'm sure I'll hit SOMETHING with that. The few that remained in the group seemed severely weakened, and obviously ready to arrest, assuming I don't get beaten up too badly in this fight, and assuming that they ARE thugs, and not just some random civilians... of course, if they were just civilians, they'd probably appreciate being back in some sort of city, or town and might appreciate not having to deal with monsters, anymore. Ah, the wilderness, where one man can't simply fly to an enchanted forest to have an adventure without running into some group of thugs, and a monster. I thought to myself as I awaited any sort of response... of course, I wasn't just hovering there, I also chucked a javelin at the thing, hoping to hit the weak spot, or some other weak spot I haven't found just yet, and, once the thing hit, whether it bounced off of its scales, or got stuck in the softer flesh underneath, I basically threw a lightning bolt, aiming right for where the javelin ended up hitting, all while making sure that I'm out of reach from the monstrosity.	Thorvald Greyfeather Nickname/Alias: Lightning rod Race: Shael, falcon Gender: Male Age: 30 Additional Info Personality: Some people have called him naive, childish, and even immature... just as well, as he's usually in a very cheery mood, and is also optimistic, always trying to find the good in every situation. That being said, he's not stupid, and won't trust, say, a monster or a demon just because they said that they're good. He absolutely loves adventure, and just generally being out of the towns and cities of the world. No matter what the challenge on an adventure, Thorvald will face it with... the closest thing to a smile that a birdman can have. While he does love adventure, he actively avoids caves, just due to the low ceiling... of course, if he's traveling with allies who want to go into the cave, he'll go with them, just because he doesn't like the idea of having to ditch allies, even temporary ones. During the few moments where he's in town, it's usually just to sell any useless magical items, or to get rid of any extra weight he's carrying. He's oddly determined when he's facing monsters or other such evil beings, and even tries to scope out weak spots in an enemy's armor, despite him still smiling while doing so. He enjoys the company of other adventurers, though, he usually doesn't stick around with one group for very long, and while he starts off considering them allies... if he sees them harming other civilized races, stealing, or doing anything involving exploiting others, Thorvald will viciously attack them, and try to have them arrested. He will never kill a member of a civilized race, as he feels that even the most deranged, evil people can be rehabilitated, they can become better people... at least, so he thinks. When he's not adventuring, or taking one of his rare breaks from doing so, he can usually be found in some pub somewhere, chatting someone's ear off about one of his recent adventures, and, much to the disdain of the barkeep, never ordering any drink other than cold, plain water. He is kind enough, however, to give the barkeep money if the water ends up being free, as, in some places, it is. He'll tell them that it's not payment for his drink, but rather, for the conversation. Appearance: Unlike what his last name might suggest, Thorvald has mostly white and brown feathers, with only a few grey feathers. He's somewhat short, even for his species, and always wears that same blue outfit for no real reason. However, he doesn't wear the helmet in the picture, nor does he ever wear shoes. His beak and talons are a bright yellow color, and his eyes are blue. Height: 5'0" Weight: 80lbs Fight related Magic: Elementalism; lightning. Class: Dragoon Weapons/Items: An iron spear, a short bow, a quiver with 30 arrows, a bag with 12 javelins, his leather armor, and clothes. Strengths: Strong Flier: He has always been much faster and more agile in the sky, and his wings are strong enough to keep him in the air for a long time. Lightning Resistance: He's been zapped by his own lightning magic that, not only has he gotten the nickname 'lightning rod', but he's become resistant to lightning as a whole. Spear Thrower: With his training, Thorvald's become really good at throwing his javelins, as well as, on occasion, his actual spear, and can throw these objects pretty far, and pretty quickly. Weaknesses: Slow on the ground: He's... kinda slow and sluggish on the ground, and it's notable that he can't even run while on the ground. Hates the cold: His feathers aren't exactly meant for protection from the cold, and just as well, he hates it. He may even land if the cold air is too unbearable in the sky... he's also weak to ice-based magic as a result. Stormtrooper Aim: However... he's horrible at using his shortbow, and while it's got more distance than his spear or javelins, he can't aim the thing worth beans. If you gave him a chance, he might even actually miss the broad side of a barn. Techniques: Thorvald typically relies on his wings, and ability to fly. His techniques revolve around him throwing his spear, or one of his javelins at the enemy, and then casting a lightning spell on the weapon after it's stuck in the enemy's flesh. He has also been known to swoop down on the enemy and attack more directly... though, even when he does that, he always tries to cast a lightning spell. Rarely, when the enemy doesn't notice his presence, he'll toss his spear directly downwards (if the enemy is directly below him), and fold in his wings to fall with it, just to shove the thing in even further. He will zap the spear after landing on his enemy in this case.
7,782	207	2	775	1,183	Bandits after undead after... ugh... what next will we be encountering just to go and escort this dang caravan. One of the man's said. Erion was near the caravan at the moment, staying silent. True, there were a lot of things that had attempted to stop them from going and getting this caravan to the next town, which needed the supplies from it badly. To say the least, this was taking a lot of time. One of the mercenairies that were hired with Erion walked next to him. "Eh... you don't really talk much I noticed. All this journey, and you stayed silent, even in fights." he then said. Erion just looked at him. "I just don't have much to say." he said to the other guy, who was a Ursine. The ursine looked at him and sighed. "A bit of conversation would have been good. Only thing I heard from you all journey was some mumbling to yourself." he says. Erion just looked at him and kept moving. "If you knew why..." he says. The ursine looked down on him. "I never seen someone had that kind of energy on his blade. I though at first it was some enchanting magic, but that isn't it... isn't it?" the ursine said. The caravan was moving more forwards, and both Erion and the ursine were getting left behind. "It isen't your business." Erion said before moving forwards to get back to the caravan, as well as the Ursine. "But it is considering we are working together right now. Seeing that energy... it makes me.... shivers a bit." he then says. Erion breath deeply as he look at the Ursine. "You really want to know? You really want to know why my magic is so different? I will tell you. Necromancy. The soul aspect of it, not the 'rising the dead and making them to your bidding' aspect of it. That is why my magic is so different! That is why I don't like talking about, cause everyone shuns my kind of magic, when it is how you use it that is the most important, not the nature of it!" he then says to the ursine, who just stops talking after this as Erion moved forwards. The others of the caravan looked at him, having heard what he said. "N...Necromancy..." The ursine said as he stood there for a bit. Erion looked back and sighed. "Lets just get this caravan to those people that are in desperate need and finish this, then I will be going." he says. He then heard one of the spirits talking to him... One of the spirits that he tried to banish about 100 times before, but it always came back... Jim.... "Good job, now your gonna get beaten up like a pulp ya jerk." he heard Jim say. "Shut up Jim...." he says annoyed as he moves forwards. The group, even though unsure of Erion, kept on moving. Soon, the caravan arrived at the other town... with Erion having once again banished Jim back to the spirit world for a 101 time. When will he come back, he didn't know, but god he wished he could just get rid of him. He had an idea how after the 10th time, but he never was able to get the material he needed for this. Trapping a soul into a glass orb, using multiple herbs and jewels to strength the bounding... One day maybe he could get rid of Jim and just leave him somewhere, but for now, he had to continue. The caravan leader was then giving out the reweard money to the mercenairies, thanking them for the help. When it came to Erion though, the leader looked at him with a skeptic look. "Not sure if you should get that money, you probably rose the dead there to try to make it harder for us." he then says, with Erion looking at him. "If that was the case, why did I take out most of my own 'minions' with my blade. Putting me in the same basket as other necromancers... not all of us that use that kind of magic are bad." he says to the leader, who was a Orius. The rhino looked at him and shake his head as he gave the money to Erion. "Just get out of here." he said. Erion took the money and shook his head. "I help people of this village, and this is how I get repaid." he said before leaving towards the forest. He kept walking, with some spirits moving near him. "What a jerk! Treating you like that!" One of them said to Erion. "Don't understand why you didn't just plunge your blade into his heart for treating you like this." another said. "Don't listen to my friend, you did good." Another said. Erion just breath deeply. "Sometimes I think I should have just kept with the kind of magic my family used... or at least try." he said as he moved forwards, before hearing something at a distance. Something.... big. He started to run towards where that sound was coming from, and saw the Wurm at a distance. "What in the world is that..." he said as he heard some chatters between some spirits that were fallowing him. Well, it was their choice to fallow him. He didn't force them to fallow him, he just... let them if they wanted to. He never understood why some spirits didn't keep to the spirit world and stayed in the world of the living, probably for memories of their old selves... Anyway, Erion just kept moving forwards, wondering what the heck that thing was even doing there. He then saw a ursine that seemed beaten up as well as a cat person who was getting ready to fight the thing. He then saw a bird person go and attack the wurm with a javelin and lightning bolt. "You got to be kidding me..." he says as he looked at the thing. He took his blade out. "Are you kidding me! Are you really gonna fight that thing!" one of the spirit says. "Your funeral..." another added. Erion ran forwards before starting to shoot soul blasts towards the wurm thing, moving quickly. He was being careful in his movement, going as fast as he could. This could end up bad, but maybe he could weaken the thing enough to make it run away.... or make the others have an escape plan. "What the heck is a thing like this doing here!" he then yells.	Name: Erion ‘Letendre’ Silverwind. Nickname/Alias: “Well… Some people that shun me cause of my magic call me Erion Foulwind… most just call me Erion when they get to know me.” Race: Vulpine, to be specific a white fox anthro Gender: Male Age: 28 Additional Info Personality: “How to describe myself… I am usually calm and philosophical. The vision of evil, thinking about what the true meaning of good and evil. That kind of stuff. Also, I don’t really trust people that much, even anyone that would be related to me, cause of my past. Never know what someone would be behind their normal attitude, what kind of secret they keep from others. I usually think fast when it is needed. I dislike going to hurt people for nothing. I am not the kind of person to just go and start a fight cause of opinions and such. Sure, I will defend myself, and possibly kill if it is needed, but you won’t see me attacking travellers for nothing on the road. Although there is some things that will make me dislike someone. Laziness is one of those things. Someone that just stays there and doesn’t work, that let others do what he is supposed to do. This annoys me a lot. Another thing would be greed, specifically the type that makes you abuse of others. Even though I am usually calm, it happens sometimes that things get…. Out of hand that I lose that calmness. But most people told me that my bark was louder than my bite… that is until I got my blade out and ready for battle… One last thing I should note about myself…. Some people did end up… complaining about me talking to myself sometimes. That would be cause of some spirits that decided to keep fallowing me around after what I did in the past. Sure…. They do help me in battle when I need them, but sometimes it is just plain annoying.” He stops for a moment, and then look to the side. “You really think I will tell them about what happen to me in the past? Geez... You know how long that would take. No thank you.” Appearance: One thing to note with the image above is that on his sword arm, he has a scar on his hand and a small one over the top of his left eye. Height: 5.6 feet Weight: 126 lbs Fight related Magic: Necromancy, although more specialised in the soul aspect then the rising the dead aspect. Class: “Well… this is a hard one… I think the term Soulblade would fit here” Weapons/Items: A longsword A set of leather armor Strengths: -Quick senses and movement: He is quite fast in his reaction times, able to move out of the way of attacks that comes towards him. -He is very dexterous with his sword, able to exploit weak spots. Weaknesses: - Low resistance to physical attacks. Sure, he is able to take some hits, but he’s not hulk, he isn’t resistant. A good powerful hit in the chest that he doesn’t see coming can knock him out. He also refuses to wear heavy armor, preferring to be able to move quicker more than taking hits. - Physically, he is not that strong. He is more specialised in the balance between his magic and his sword technique. Techniques: He is a fighter that relies more at dexterous strikes more than brute strength. He relies more in the combination of spirit energy and pin point strikes to do his damage against his opponents, aiming a lot of time towards area’s to disarm or weaken ones abilities. He also uses accurate spirit blast when in a distance to weaken his opponents before going for his sword strikes. He uses his quick senses to react in fights, by either parrying strikes or dodge them Flavor: Theme Song:
7,783	207	3	978	145	Meanwhile, occurring elsewhere to the above happenings (Although perhaps it really wasn't that far away after all) To his irritation, Zack was started awake from his slumber by a sudden screaming. He jolted to his feet and glanced around. When he heard the shriek again, he was able to pinpoint the direction and distance it was coming from. He scrambled off to investigate, leaving behind his small campsite, which consisted of only a bedroll and fire. As he brushed through the hedgerow, the source of the disturbance came into view. Upon the dirt path ahead a small neth female was surrounded by a five-strong group of bandits, who were shouting threats and slurs at her. A horse that presumably belonged to her lay on the roadside, blood seeping profusely from an arrow wound in its neck. "Well, what'll it be? Yer money or your life?!" Demanded the booming voice of an orius. "I'm just as poor as you! Can't you leave me alone?!" The neth cried. Zack drew in a sharp breath, exhaled, then stepped through the bushes onto the road. As a branch caught onto his ankle and he nearly stumbled over, this almost undid the dramatic entry he was hoping for. As the thugs turned to him, their attention drawn by the racket he had made through his tumbling, he managed to salvage his balance. To silence their snickering he bashed the rear of his staff against the ground, which ushered forth the crackling of unreality. "Gentlemen," he said, then turned to the neth, "Madam." As four of the bandits started backing off cautiously, the orius relented, then charged forward, with sword out before him, aiming for Zack's flank. Zack shot him a sidelong glance, grinned toothily and outstretched his gloved hand towards his would-be assailant. "Stamp a merry dance to a drum's dumb beat, you've now got slippery feet." said Zack in a sing-song voice. The orius, with his eyes wide, found himself tumbling over. As he tried to pick himself back up, his feet would just as quickly slip out from under him again and again. "W-what?!" cried the orius, "Don't just stand there! Help me, you jerks!!" Zack disregarded him and stepped over to the rest of the bandits, who were still in the process of distancing themselves from the warlock. Zack scrubbed his chin in thought, and then gesticulated to them one by one, "Well how about that, you've got legs of a cat." The first bandit fell over, his legs transformed into the tiny legs of a housecat, quite ungainly in proportion to the rest of his body. "Luck of the dog, you're trapped in a fog. " The second, a nin'tah highwayman, sure enough found himself shrouded in impenetrable, thick fog. He swept his arms to try and dissipate it, but it was futile. "Awww, dang and shoot! You're now a newt!" The third desperately tried to scramble away, but it was too late. In a poof, he disappeared, his clothes and equipment falling into a pile on the ground. A moment later, a small newt emerged from this bundle, its head wiggling about with thorough confusion. Zack paused on the fourth and final one, who was by now on his knees, his head low, his hands clasped together pleadingly. Zack wandered up to him, his grin broad. Zack gently gripped the lah'na's chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. "Now, promise me you will leave this girl be, and I shall free your friends of all my curses." Zack said to him pleasantly. The bandit tried to utter a response, but it came out as incomprehensible mewling. He instead opted to nod his head briskly. Zack spun away from him, and in a snap of his fingers, the hexes were undone. The bandits looked to each other, exchanged horrified and then relieved expressions, then bolted off. The one who had been a newt made his retreat holding his bundle of clothing in front of his now naked body. Zack turned to the bandit he had negotiated with, who was still low to the ground. "Go on, then. Run along. Your friends will be wondering where you've gone off to." Zack said. Once Zack had shooed them all away, he approached the neth girl, who was curled up by her slain steed, weeping. Zack pouted for a moment, then knelt by her side, placing a hand on her shoulder. "They shan't be bothering you now." He said. As she turned to him, he rummaged through a satchel and produced a small orb. He gave it a small playful toss into the air, caught it, then handed it to her. "T-thank you, sir... but... w-what is this?" She questioned. "In a single word? Expensive. You should be able to sell it for fair amount once you get back to the city. It is yours now." said Zack, with a smile and a nod. The neth gently rolled the orb between her palms, her eyes enthralled by its dazzling, shimmering surface. As she went to give it a curious a rap with an outstretched finger, Zack hastily reached for her wrist and held it in place. "I would not recommend hitting it," said Zack as he gently let go of her, "It is sensitive." Zack rose to his feet and began to wander back in the direction he came from. "But wait! I must know your name!" The neth girl called out after him. With a rustle of leaves, Zack's head emerged from behind the hedgerow and gazed at her, "I am Zack. Cackling Zack." He grinned and gave a small wave. "Good day to you." As Zack disappeared from sight, the neth girl slumped, suddenly shocked and winded. "-The- Cackling Zack?" she thought to herself. She had heard many tales of Zack. He was spoken of as a trickster, a menace, a loner, a wandering eccentric, but she had never heard of him in the light of being a hero. In fact, she had recalled that Cackling Zack was often incorporated into the cautionary tales, used to scare children, that were spread among the cluster of villages she lived in. And yet here she was, owing her life to him.	Name: Zack Itzhak. Nickname/Alias: "Cackling Zack." Race: Nin'tah. Coyote. Gender: Male. Sexuality: Heterosexual. Age: 38. Additional Info Personality: Zack has the boundless jolliness and positivity of a man who knows accomplishment. While he has always been something of a prodigy when it comes to the arcane arts, this innate talent of his has only been sharpened throughout his life. He has outlasted many of his contemporaries. Far from imagining himself above and beyond everything, Zack loves nothing more than to face new obstacles and opponents that actually manage to challenge him. Death threats thrill and amuse him. While he undoubtedly has a high self-esteem, it has some how yet to cross the line to arrogance, as it is tempered with a realistic appreciation of the fact that there's still so much more he can achieve. However, he is something of a fanatic when it comes to building upon his skills and power. He eschews pomp and wealth, and generally keeps himself to rather spartan living conditions, especially when compared to the fancy, gaudy robes and accouterments of other wizards of his stature. It is quite easy to mistake him for a commoner, for he does little to advertise himself. He lets his deeds and achievements speak for him, rather than self-promotion. He comes across as quite callous and indifferent when it comes to any cause but his lust for ever greater knowledge and power. That being said, the power he endlessly seeks is more of a personal journey; he is no would-be conqueror or tyrant, and has yet to go out of his way to impose his will upon others. He also has something of a sadistic streak when the mood strikes him. However, despite his immense power, he shows remarkable restraint towards the poor targets of these whims of his, and instead prefers to toy with them through other means. Such torments are never wounding or lethal, although they're certainly frustrating and humiliating. Appearance: A rather tall, somewhat slender canine male. He tends to wear a robe-length, greenish-grey wool coat; tan pants; black leather gloves; long cavalry boots; and of course the red scarf. It is almost as if his default expression is a thin smile of constant amusement. Slung over a shoulder and crossing his chest is a strap bound to a sack which carries his tomes. A bindle is wrapped around the head of his staff, which carries other items, such as provisions. Height: 6'2. Weight: 142 lbs. Fight related Magic: Hexes. With particular emphasis on curses and conjuring dark energy. The taboo nature of his favored school of magic only serves to makes it more appealing to him, knowing he enjoys and embraces power that most deny themselves and cower away from. Class: Warlock. Weapons/Items: A relatively plain iron staff. Strengths: - A master, or quite close, in his particular school of magic. - He is quite quick on his feet, as he'd have to be, given he wears no armor and isn't the toughest person around. Weaknesses: - Due to his overwhelming focus on his arcane abilities, his capabilities as a martial fighter are just about useless. - It's not quite overconfidence, but his mentality where he sees threats as entertaining challenges to be overcome, rather than life or death situations, can at times cloud his judgment. Techniques: It really depends. In most cases he tries to resolve situations efficiently and mindfully despite his overwhelming power, which in practice is a bit like guiding a sledgehammer to the precise structural weakpoints in a building to level it in as few swings as possible. If he is in a more toying, sadistic mood, he will prolong the fight for as long as he can. Flavor:
7,784	207	4	982	1,162	How long has it been? The lion thought to himself as he kept on walking. When one travels for so long, they tend to forget miniscule details, such as the flow of time itself. What seemed like years ago can almost feel like an eternity for one, and once there was a time when Ymahr truly cared about it, but nowadays, it would be easier to not pay attention to it. The feline stops on his tracks when he sees that he has made his way to a small village, he looked around and was amused to see that it was certainly peaceful enough, a little dull, but it was quiet enough to evoke a sense of easiness. Deciding that a rest right now would be as good as any, he entered a nearby inn to order a drink. While some ale or wine would certainly be nice, it wouldn't do him good to travel while intoxicated, so water should be able to quench his thirst right now. The canine behind the counter nodded and served it to him, bowing to the lion and saying that no payments were necessary. Ymahr thanked the young-man and took a sip from the cup, before asking the canid if there were any interesting activity nearby. The dog began to mull over himself, before saying there was a nearby ruined temple up north, filled with various treasures and relics of the past. Ymahr's ears perked up, he certainly wouldn't mind taking a detour to visit the ruins. The canine however, warned him that the ruins were filled to the brim with various monsters and undead and asked the lion if he would like someone to accompany him, to which he simply nodded left and right. "I work alone." He said in a deep voice, the canine would voice his protest but decided against it. With his business done and a temple to explore, the leonine man thanked the canid for the information and the drink, he got up from his seat and exited out of the inn. His paws gripping his spear tightly, Ymahr began to head north, it wasn't the treasure he was after, it was the journey that mattered to him. The road was quiet but still serene, the big feline closed his eyes for a moment to feel the warmth of it all, it filled him with a sense of peace that gave him the energy to keep moving forward. After treading for what seemed like an hour, the lion could finally see the temple in the distance, but what was that other thing? Ymahr ran towards the temple in hopes of getting some kind of context, but what greeted him was an all-out battle between a Wurm, a Lah'na, a Rakonai, a Shael, and a Nin'tah. Just what in the heavens was going on here? Readying his spear and casting a barrier of light beforehand, the lion joined in the fray, if only to get some kind clue as to what was transpiring. The thing was huge, and that was both good and bad. That only meant hitting it would be somewhat easy, but it also meant that it could probably kill everyone within range if they were unable to stop it or they got careless. The Wurm was covered in a thick carapace, so stabbing it might prove to be less than effective...Still, with his magic not exactly fit for offense, Ymahr had to rely on his spear to damage this monster. With no other choice, the feline quickly distanced himself from the beast, using quick stabs and thrusts to deal damage to it while also allowing him to move about and dodge should it happen to be aggressive.	"I seek strength to protect, not to kill." Basics Name: Ymahr Shir. Race: Lah'na, a Lion specifically. Gender: Male. Age: 33. Additional Info Personality: At first glance, many would think that this feline is nothing but a cold brute without any goals, simply wandering for eternity. And while that may be partly true, Ymahr tends not to heed the whispers of strangers and let it get to him, for they are free to say what they want, so as long as they do not intrude in his mission. While definitely no has-been, he feels out of touch with many youths and adolescents that he feels he may as well be a senile old man, and while it does not bother him that much, it does bring back a painful memory of the past for him, something that he wishes not to ponder on. The lion is calm, tactical and collected. Preferring to think of a more logical or safer approach rather than facing danger head-on, his wisdom and intellect however becomes a double-edged sword when it begins to mix with his emotions and feelings. They clash like water and oil and often proves difficult for him to express as such. Rather than staying with groups, Ymahr finds peace in being alone, something that has stayed with him ever since he wandered. Due to his years of traversing the roads in his pursuit of strength, he comes off as an anti-social person as his time alone was most certainly not spent with many. Despite this, he is also shown to be well-meaning and selfless, he simply prefers not to show it often. He tends to cling to the past often, it is something that both drives him forward and pulls him towards his own downfall. Appearance: Ymahr is a tall, and athletically-built lion, something that stems from his various battles during his travels. His fur is mostly tawny-colored, with his chest-area and lower muzzle being mainly white, whereas his mane consists mostly of a dirty-yellow color. The lion's face is almost-always filled a stern expression, almost as if he is expressing slight irritation from his surroundings. His armor-if you could call it that-consists of a simple scarf adorned with a small trinket, a cloth belt and a simple pair of pants. On his right hand, he wields a gauntlet that is purely aesthetic. Height: 6'2". Weight: 190 lbs. Fight related Magic: Miracles. He has a strong preference towards defense instead of recovery. Class: Vagabond. Weapons/Items: A gold spear, and what little he considers as "armor". Strengths: Brute Strength - Even without his magic and spear, Ymahr is a formidable foe up close and is willing to use his bare hands to confront foes. Agile - Though not as dexterous as many of his kind, his speed is above average and he tends to incorporate it in his fights where his defense is one of his biggest enemies. Instinct - He may be an anti-social one, but those who manage to befriend this lion will find that he is willing to cross limits in order to protect those what little he calls "friends", even if it includes putting his life on the line just to ensure their survival and/or safety. Weaknesses: Solace in Solitude - Prefers to be alone, he is hesitant to rely on the aid of others unless it was a matter of life and death. Lion's Pride - In addition to the above, if he ever finds himself allying with another, Ymahr will often prioritize himself rather than his allies. He may heal and tend to their wounds once in a while but that would be about it, unless that person happens to be someone important to him that is. Sticks and Stones - Prone to taunting the enemy and can easily underestimate them just from their appearances. This doesn't apply to just enemies though, he calls them as he sees them, for better or worse. He does not to bear any ill will, but rather to bear witness the potential of his adversaries. Expose' - Tends not to use armor and cover himself up as it gets in the way of his dexterity. As a result, he is vulnerable to many attacks, both physical and magical. To remedy this, he tends to rely on casting barriers for defense or using some of his agility to safely dodge incoming attacks instead. Techniques: Ymahr prefers to confront enemies from a mid-to-close distance, using his spear to attack from a safe range with quick pokes and thrusts. He tends not to close-in on an enemy until he sees a viable opening, at which point he switches to a more aggressive fighting style that relies more on cornering the opponent and tiring them out with repeated stabs, even using fisticuffs if his spear would-somehow-be unavailable. He tends to alternate between a defensive and offensive style, depending on the situation. When it comes to using his magic in fighting however, he almost always tries to start every fight by casting a barrier on himself to lessen the damage he receives. As mentioned above, while he may be uncomfortable fighting with allies, that doesn't mean he won't be willing to spare a moment of his time to aid them however.
7,785	207	5	2,136	1,400	"Hehe, look Grond! Your squelin' attracted a buncha' folk!" With a graceful back flip, the cat managed to avoid the acidic splash spat from the wurm's wide maw. Truly, it was no mystery how this scene had attracted others, given its tremendously large amount of ruckus. Wurms weren't a common dish in cities due to their incredible power, people didn't want to risk their lives killing them, however their young was another matter. Just as mindlessly brutish as their elders, a wurm's young would start their devastating paths at birth. Ravio just happened to need some extra coin and wurm sold for quite a lot, had you managed to bring one down and dragged it to a city. As it was however, the Sword Dancer failed miserably and ended up with the mother of his prey now changing his tune quite drastically. "Fuck off, Ravio!" Seeing how a larger Lah'nah had approached the battle, Grond didn't waste any time before joining him in the battle and swung his axe towards the wurm's thick scales with little effect. Meanwhile, the skies were being taken by a Shael possessing the power of lightning. Of course, yet another combatant joined the fray with the powers of Necromancy backing him up. This would be a perfect chance to flee, the perfect opportunity to slip away. Could he do it? Could Ravio leave this marvelous battle and simply slink away from danger like a coward? As much as Ravio valued his life, the sheer might of this battle dragged him in no matter the mental attempts to flee. "Alright, think kitty cat..." Picking up his speed, Ravio thought it a good idea to leave the front to those with more bulk than him. Energy blasts from a Necromancer also helped in that regard. Though, striking this thing head on wasn't exactly a very effective strategy for him. "Hm, that birdie seems to have the right idea..." Sliding beneath the massive wurm's form as it furiously whipped its heavy body from side to side in an attempt to the get the pestering creatures to subside, the cat was quickly back on his paws. Jumping unto the trunk of a tree, Ravio sunk his blade into its wooden foundation and launched himself further up. Sliding the blade out, he grabbed hold of a branch and swung his body atop the tree's extensions before reaching the bright, green top. "Okay! Gotta' make birdie's attacks count! The other lot are all tirein' this lil' guy down so...that gives me a chance." Using the distractions everyone else provided, the cat managed to jump onto the thick, scaly snake and sunk his thin blade into its flesh between two impenetrable scales. From here, he had only to climb. Though, it was safe to assume its difficulty as the wurm was constantly moving about, spitting acidic saliva and crushing its frame against the woodland surrounding it. Nearly loosing his grip, Ravio managed to grab hold of another scale moments after he was shaken off. "Ain't gettin' rid of this mosquito that easily!" Sheathing his blade allowed for both hands to grip onto the scales and escalated the cat's probability of climbing this beast. It was quite obvious how its massive shape towering above forest and trees started to give in beneath the relentless assault granted from every direction. Despite its desperate attempts to fight back, its enemies were small which was quite a disadvantage due to the fact that it was hard to hit them. Indeed, being hit by this thing meant the end. One strike and you were out, though everyone was doing incredibly well. With the wurm's movements slowing due to the assault, Ravio's ascension up its scaly form grew much easier until he finally reached its back. "Alright, weak spots, weak spots...where's a wea-..over there!" Seeing the wound caused by a spear enhanced with lightning, Ravio released his blade once more and allowed his powers of Enchantment work. A soft blue hue glimmered across the cat's blade as he sunk it into the wurm's flesh a second time, easily sliding his enhanced blade along the exposed skin and left a long slash across the beast's back. At this point everyone else had done enough damage to it to send the wurm into a slightly dazed state. The monster's attacks grew sluggish and its attempts grew nearly pathetic. Continuing his climb, Ravio couldn't allow this chance to escape. He had to move towards the monster's cranium. Grabbing hold of one scale after the other, his perilous journey sent the curious cat further and further towards the enemy's weakest possible spot. Upon reaching the peak and feeling the winds of victory bushing through his fur, Ravio raised his blade with a wide grin and was just about to stab the tip through an exposed section between the scales but tumbled forward due to the wurm's head connecting with the ground. "Th-they killed it!? NO!? C'mon, that was my kil!" Trying to grab hold of a scale on his way to the ground, Ravio was incredibly unsuccessful in the feat and met the grassy ground with his back. Everyone's combined efforts had slain the beast and this thing would feed the neighboring villages, towns and large city for weeks to come. "Ravio!" The familiar voice of an ursine filled the air and it was easy enough to guess who it was. Struggling back to his paws, the cat laid eyes on Grond as he walked around the fallen beast. "I made a promise, didn't I!?" "Bud..." Ravio began, dusting himself off. "S'much as I'd love to fight ya'...I'm tired, cranky n' hungry, right? Also, you're surrounded by do-gooders. Ain't no chance in hell we can do battle with them around, yeah?" Clenching his teeth at the realisation, Grond had to concede to the fact that Ravio was right. They were both half dead and surrounded by others who would undoubtedly interrupt their fight. To top it off, Grond was more wounded than he let on. They had managed to win one battle together but it was not a good idea to start another. "Be on your guard, cat. We're not done yet." Returning his axe to his belt, the ursine left the battlefield and disappeared into the forest. Ravio on the other hand was far too exhausted to move. Falling down to his behind, the feline leaned against the wurm's dead frame and breathed out, his bloodied blade lightly grasped by his fingers. "Hehe, this fuckin' day's been nuts..." Closing his eyes for a brief moment he'd have wanted a warm bed, though with fatigue washing over his frame the attempt to move was impossible. He needed to rest where he was for a while.	Name: "Name's Ravio Vakaria. Hm, why do ya' wanna know?" Nickname/Alias: "People call me Saber! Hehe, wanna' know why?" Race: "I'm a Lah'nah, if that wasn't too obvious. Just a cat, though. Ya' wanted me to be a lion? Maybe a tiger? Nope! Sorry to disapoint!" Gender: "Male, last time I checked." Sexuality: "Hehe again...males, last time I checked." Age: "I'm 24." Additional Info Personality: "Let's see...people call me lighthearted, unable to take shit seriously and foolhardy. I rush into danger without thought, I love riskin' my life 'cause it's fun as fuckin' hell...! And I love cuddly, cute things. See, I don't let things keep me down, right? Why would I? I've met countless stone faced, hardy and serious mercenaries, freelancers, what have ya', but why would I decide to just let go of all the fun and go dark and broody? Adventurin' is fun, fightin' is fun and swingin' a sword is fuckin' amazin'! Have ya' tried it? Do it! Explorin' lost and forgotten temples and even cities, findin' treasure, fightin' assholes who try to outsmart ya' using foul fuckin' tricks and end up knockin' ya' out and throwin' ya' down a hole with a million...Ahem, sorry, hehe trailed off. What makes me angry? Alright, believe it or not, I actually like honor to an extent, right? I don't kick people who're down, I don't like hurtin' folk and all that, so I guess that makes me a somewhat good guy, right? So, what makes me angry are assholes who use others to their own ends. I mean, we all do that to a certain extent, I know, but do we all abuse people? Like hell we do! C'mon, ain't nothin' good about abusin' anyone! Hm, can't really say that I get angry when shit doesn't go my way, I mean that just opens up new possibilities! Sure, I fail from time to time, sometimes more often than not, but ya' gotta' pick yourself up and see where ya' can go from there, right? Okay, so let's talk about somethin' more positive. What makes me happy! Alright, I love talkin' with people. There is so much ya' can learn from just openin' your mouth sometimes, hehe. I also love gettin' to know people 'cause the more acquaintances ya' have, the more people ya' can turn to, right? Of course, it also means that you'll have more enemies but hey, that's fun too, right? Hehe. I love sunny days, flowers, markets...oh I love markets...shiny things, ya' know? Oh and swords! I fuckin' love swords! Small swords, big swords, pointy swords, curved swords...they're just so friggin' beautiful! Yeah I...I can be a big spender...it's not healthy. Eh, I guess ya' could consider me hyper, has that come across? I'm also cuddly, hugs are fun. Oh, and I'm fun lovin'! Let's see...ya' wanna know what drives me? Experience, I guess. I'm a simple person. I'm not out to get revenge on anyone, I'm not interested in earnin' a buncha' money for my ol' sick n' dyin' gran-ma-ma, I just like livin' life to the fullest. I do what I consider interestin', ain't anythin' more to it!" Appearance: "I'd say I'm small, quick, agile and catlike! Heh, if not I'd be a disappointment to my species, c'mon! Eh, most people call me a scrawny lil' fuck, I'd call myself slender. Last time I measured myself I reached five feet...I know, I'm huge! Let's see, brown eyes, light brown fur, claws, sturdy, sturdy paws and a long, slender puh-retty tail! I usually wear a vest n' pair o' baggy pants n' call it a day. Ya' know, what I'm wearin' right now. I don't own much else, hehe. Barely have any coin and I'm a big spender. See, that's why it's an unhealthy habit! Lessee'...I weigh ninety pounds, wear my blade on my back and stay away from armor. That shit weighs a ton! Wouldn't ever wanna' wear that! It slows me down, makes me into a tin can people can just beat! So yeah, this is me!" Height: "Told ya, five feet." Weight: "And told ya'...ninety pounds." Fight related Magic: "I was born an Enchanter, but I didn't really put much focus into it, ya' know? I can manage some basic, temporary enchantments but nothin' major. It compliments my fightin' style, though!" Sharpen "A simple enchantment which makes my blade cut deeper and through lighter armor! Hehe, helps a lot against chain mail and hard leather." Class: "My pretty little title is...Sword Dancer!" Weapons/Items: "She's been with me for as long as I can remember!" Strengths: Agile "Yup, I'm like water!" Graceful "Why'd I wanna fight with brute strength when I have finesse?" Swordsmanship "I can swing this thin' in my sleep, hehe!" Weaknesses: Sturdiness "Alright, so I'm hard to hit...right? But if ya' do manage to knock me over...well...it ain't like I can take it on the chest." Weight "Can't carry much, it's why I travel light." Strength "I prefer speed over strength. It makes heavily armored brutes quite a nuisance, right? Findin' the weak spot in armor while someone is tryin' to stab ya' can be hard hehe. I also can't really swing a big ass mace around, that shit's too heavy." Techniques: Sword Dancing "So I prefer grace and finesse when fighting. I use all of my body to mix martial arts n' sword wieldin' into a deadly fluid movement. Given my small knowledge in Enchantin', I infuse my blade from time to time to deal with shit." Flavor: Theme Song: "Hehe, wow...you're dangerous..."
7,786	207	6	978	145	After finally getting what he considered some well earned rest, Zack was on his way once more. As was his usual habit, he avoided traveling upon the road itself, instead wandering through the bushes parallel with them, using the hedgerow as concealment. Despite wandering this tract of wilderness many times before, it still awed him. But his thoughts kept returning to the girl. "I do wonder if she ever made it back to the city. Perhaps I should have gone with her." One thought ran. "Well, I can't go and make people reliant on me. At the end of the day they can only depend on their own power, like I do." Went another. "The weak crumble on the road of life, that's what our people have always said." He concluded, putting the thoughts to rest for now. Soon an additional factor absorbed his focus. He heard and felt a great thud! of something collapsing in the distance. His attention piqued, he rushed over in its approximate direction, completely disregarding the twisting and snapping of twigs and branches under him, and the occasional stubbing of his boot tip into the occasional rock. Having made his way up a sudden incline of terrain, he found himself in a small clearing in the woods. Ahead of him an ursine male, badly bloodied, was gingerly making his way away from Zack's destination, and seemingly nursing his wounds. Zack pondered for a moment, then wandered out from the concealment provided by the tree he was observing this bear man from behind. "Hail to you, bear man. What is the substance of this great kerfuffle you've found yourself thoroughly fucked by?"	Name: Zack Itzhak. Nickname/Alias: "Cackling Zack." Race: Nin'tah. Coyote. Gender: Male. Sexuality: Heterosexual. Age: 38. Additional Info Personality: Zack has the boundless jolliness and positivity of a man who knows accomplishment. While he has always been something of a prodigy when it comes to the arcane arts, this innate talent of his has only been sharpened throughout his life. He has outlasted many of his contemporaries. Far from imagining himself above and beyond everything, Zack loves nothing more than to face new obstacles and opponents that actually manage to challenge him. Death threats thrill and amuse him. While he undoubtedly has a high self-esteem, it has some how yet to cross the line to arrogance, as it is tempered with a realistic appreciation of the fact that there's still so much more he can achieve. However, he is something of a fanatic when it comes to building upon his skills and power. He eschews pomp and wealth, and generally keeps himself to rather spartan living conditions, especially when compared to the fancy, gaudy robes and accouterments of other wizards of his stature. It is quite easy to mistake him for a commoner, for he does little to advertise himself. He lets his deeds and achievements speak for him, rather than self-promotion. He comes across as quite callous and indifferent when it comes to any cause but his lust for ever greater knowledge and power. That being said, the power he endlessly seeks is more of a personal journey; he is no would-be conqueror or tyrant, and has yet to go out of his way to impose his will upon others. He also has something of a sadistic streak when the mood strikes him. However, despite his immense power, he shows remarkable restraint towards the poor targets of these whims of his, and instead prefers to toy with them through other means. Such torments are never wounding or lethal, although they're certainly frustrating and humiliating. Appearance: A rather tall, somewhat slender canine male. He tends to wear a robe-length, greenish-grey wool coat; tan pants; black leather gloves; long cavalry boots; and of course the red scarf. It is almost as if his default expression is a thin smile of constant amusement. Slung over a shoulder and crossing his chest is a strap bound to a sack which carries his tomes. A bindle is wrapped around the head of his staff, which carries other items, such as provisions. Height: 6'2. Weight: 142 lbs. Fight related Magic: Hexes. With particular emphasis on curses and conjuring dark energy. The taboo nature of his favored school of magic only serves to makes it more appealing to him, knowing he enjoys and embraces power that most deny themselves and cower away from. Class: Warlock. Weapons/Items: A relatively plain iron staff. Strengths: - A master, or quite close, in his particular school of magic. - He is quite quick on his feet, as he'd have to be, given he wears no armor and isn't the toughest person around. Weaknesses: - Due to his overwhelming focus on his arcane abilities, his capabilities as a martial fighter are just about useless. - It's not quite overconfidence, but his mentality where he sees threats as entertaining challenges to be overcome, rather than life or death situations, can at times cloud his judgment. Techniques: It really depends. In most cases he tries to resolve situations efficiently and mindfully despite his overwhelming power, which in practice is a bit like guiding a sledgehammer to the precise structural weakpoints in a building to level it in as few swings as possible. If he is in a more toying, sadistic mood, he will prolong the fight for as long as he can. Flavor:
7,787	207	7	982	1,162	The battle raged on, their combined efforts managing to weaken the Wurm, something that made Ymahr relieved. The lion continued his assault on the beast, making sure to sidestep or stride out of harm's way from time-to-time to make sure he had a defensive advantage and be able to strike from a distance, though this proved to be easier said than done with the Wurm moving all about from the heavy fire it was suffering from. The avian's thunder magic did leave quite a mark on the monster, the vulpine and his Necromancy were no joke either but the lion wasn't so sure if their attacks were dealing as much damage. The beast's acidic bile made hard to move around, and the feline's barrier soon faded when it was hit with the substance, forcing him to use his dexterity to compensate his defense. He cursed under his breath, deciding for a moment if he should put up another one just for safety's sake, but it would take far too long and the Wurm had to be stopped soon. Lest it destroy more than just their bodies... Deciding against it, the feline opted to use his agility to dodge incoming attacks rather than risk the casting time of setting up a new shield. It wasn't before long when the monster's movements began to slow down, the combination of their attacks were doing great, and as he looked up at the head of the Wurm, it would seem that the Lah'na from before has been doing work of his own, using an enchanted blade to damage the monster. Not to be left out, the lion swung his polearm twice at the slithering beast, drawing blood from the Wurm using the forked sides of his spear before lunging upward to viciously stab the monster. The lion grinned as the beast tumbled and eventually fell, he wiped the sweat from his brow and heaved lightly, it took a considerable amount of effort from all groups involved to fell the monster and there certainly was a feeling of accomplishment defeating it. However, it would seem that the conflict was not yet over. The Rakonai angrily confronted the feline sprawled on the grass, but the cat had simply stated the obvious. Were he to attack now, he would be outnumbered, and promptly, the ursine stormed off, his shadow fading amongst the trees of the forest. With a sigh, the lion glanced a look at everyone, getting a good look at his allies before approaching the tuckered-out cat. He crouched down to level with him and asked, "You hurt?" Ymahr didn't even wait for an answer before placing one of his hands in front of the feline. Gold strings of light appeared from his hands, surrounding the young man in a warm aura of rejuvenation and tending to his wounds-what little they may have been. It certainly wasn't much but something small can make a difference. He stood up and glared at the cat again, "Don't get me wrong, I could've left you for you dead, but I think you might have your uses."	"I seek strength to protect, not to kill." Basics Name: Ymahr Shir. Race: Lah'na, a Lion specifically. Gender: Male. Age: 33. Additional Info Personality: At first glance, many would think that this feline is nothing but a cold brute without any goals, simply wandering for eternity. And while that may be partly true, Ymahr tends not to heed the whispers of strangers and let it get to him, for they are free to say what they want, so as long as they do not intrude in his mission. While definitely no has-been, he feels out of touch with many youths and adolescents that he feels he may as well be a senile old man, and while it does not bother him that much, it does bring back a painful memory of the past for him, something that he wishes not to ponder on. The lion is calm, tactical and collected. Preferring to think of a more logical or safer approach rather than facing danger head-on, his wisdom and intellect however becomes a double-edged sword when it begins to mix with his emotions and feelings. They clash like water and oil and often proves difficult for him to express as such. Rather than staying with groups, Ymahr finds peace in being alone, something that has stayed with him ever since he wandered. Due to his years of traversing the roads in his pursuit of strength, he comes off as an anti-social person as his time alone was most certainly not spent with many. Despite this, he is also shown to be well-meaning and selfless, he simply prefers not to show it often. He tends to cling to the past often, it is something that both drives him forward and pulls him towards his own downfall. Appearance: Ymahr is a tall, and athletically-built lion, something that stems from his various battles during his travels. His fur is mostly tawny-colored, with his chest-area and lower muzzle being mainly white, whereas his mane consists mostly of a dirty-yellow color. The lion's face is almost-always filled a stern expression, almost as if he is expressing slight irritation from his surroundings. His armor-if you could call it that-consists of a simple scarf adorned with a small trinket, a cloth belt and a simple pair of pants. On his right hand, he wields a gauntlet that is purely aesthetic. Height: 6'2". Weight: 190 lbs. Fight related Magic: Miracles. He has a strong preference towards defense instead of recovery. Class: Vagabond. Weapons/Items: A gold spear, and what little he considers as "armor". Strengths: Brute Strength - Even without his magic and spear, Ymahr is a formidable foe up close and is willing to use his bare hands to confront foes. Agile - Though not as dexterous as many of his kind, his speed is above average and he tends to incorporate it in his fights where his defense is one of his biggest enemies. Instinct - He may be an anti-social one, but those who manage to befriend this lion will find that he is willing to cross limits in order to protect those what little he calls "friends", even if it includes putting his life on the line just to ensure their survival and/or safety. Weaknesses: Solace in Solitude - Prefers to be alone, he is hesitant to rely on the aid of others unless it was a matter of life and death. Lion's Pride - In addition to the above, if he ever finds himself allying with another, Ymahr will often prioritize himself rather than his allies. He may heal and tend to their wounds once in a while but that would be about it, unless that person happens to be someone important to him that is. Sticks and Stones - Prone to taunting the enemy and can easily underestimate them just from their appearances. This doesn't apply to just enemies though, he calls them as he sees them, for better or worse. He does not to bear any ill will, but rather to bear witness the potential of his adversaries. Expose' - Tends not to use armor and cover himself up as it gets in the way of his dexterity. As a result, he is vulnerable to many attacks, both physical and magical. To remedy this, he tends to rely on casting barriers for defense or using some of his agility to safely dodge incoming attacks instead. Techniques: Ymahr prefers to confront enemies from a mid-to-close distance, using his spear to attack from a safe range with quick pokes and thrusts. He tends not to close-in on an enemy until he sees a viable opening, at which point he switches to a more aggressive fighting style that relies more on cornering the opponent and tiring them out with repeated stabs, even using fisticuffs if his spear would-somehow-be unavailable. He tends to alternate between a defensive and offensive style, depending on the situation. When it comes to using his magic in fighting however, he almost always tries to start every fight by casting a barrier on himself to lessen the damage he receives. As mentioned above, while he may be uncomfortable fighting with allies, that doesn't mean he won't be willing to spare a moment of his time to aid them however.
7,788	207	8	2,136	1,400	"For fuck sake..." Ground sighed, wiping his mouth from the blood which had left it. "I've had a really bad day, alright? Want to know why? Walk in that direction." Without uttering any following words, the incredibly tired and fed up ursine continued on his path away from the circus he had been brought into. None of this was on the man's schedule but he should perhaps be used to it by this point. Messing with Ravio usually tended to get people into a lot more trouble than they bargained for and none of it came from the feline himself. One could perhaps say that misfortune followed him and didn't choose its targets very decisively. Speaking of which, with things having calmed down a bit, Ravio was accompanied by another Lah'nah, a lion. Large, muscular, bulky and with a darker than light attitude, he fit the large feline bill quite perfectly. "Heh, not to burst your bubble but, I ain't exactly dyin'." With a soft grin crossing the cat's lips, he wasn't about to toss aside the help he was granted, though the lion's choice of words revealed a less than pleasant attitude. "Thanks for the help n' all, though." Ravio continued, swiping the air with his sword to get the blood off before he returned it to his scabbard. Despite the lion's help, the cat still felt a lingering pain echoing through his bones. "Didn't mean to drag ya' in, really." Ravio finished, a row of sharp teeth easily visible through his grin. It wasn't much to show off considering a lion was standing in front of him but Ravio was never someone who tried looking intimidating. "Heh, so yeah. Wouldn't mind runnin' into ya' again n' all but I think I'm gonna' head off t-..." Taking a single step sent the feline crashing down to the grass. Despite the healer's help, Ravio had been thrown into a tree, been damaged by several branches and fallen off a behemoth. Adrenaline was the only reason he had managed to stay on his paws during the fight after the first impact he suffered. "Okay..." Ravio spoke, his heart beating like a jackhammer against his ribs. "I'll just sit here n' relax for a moment. Heh, paws ain't workin' all that well right now!" Raising himself up again, Ravio leaned against the wurm yet again and breathed out, crossing his arms as his eyes lingered upon the lion. "See uhm...this shit doesn't happen with me that often n' all..." The cat tried but could only manage to laugh and shook his head. "If only...nah, this crap follows me around like my tail! Heh, it's fun most of the time but when ya' almost lose your paws..." The feline would wiggle his toes slightly. "Ya' need to relax, take a hot bath n' grab somethin' to eat." Lightly tapping the scaled beast behind him, Ravio managed another soft chuckle, his eyes on the lion. Suddenly it felt like everyone he ran into was huge. "I don't usually give a crap 'bout coin, but a cat's gotta' eat, right? Anyways, if ya' tell the city over yonder about this, I'm sure the ones in charge will pay ya' for the food." Now that the beast had fallen, the group would probably scatter but Ravio wasn't in a hurry to get anywhere. He could sit where he was for a while and as it looked, that was exactly what he was going to do.	Name: "Name's Ravio Vakaria. Hm, why do ya' wanna know?" Nickname/Alias: "People call me Saber! Hehe, wanna' know why?" Race: "I'm a Lah'nah, if that wasn't too obvious. Just a cat, though. Ya' wanted me to be a lion? Maybe a tiger? Nope! Sorry to disapoint!" Gender: "Male, last time I checked." Sexuality: "Hehe again...males, last time I checked." Age: "I'm 24." Additional Info Personality: "Let's see...people call me lighthearted, unable to take shit seriously and foolhardy. I rush into danger without thought, I love riskin' my life 'cause it's fun as fuckin' hell...! And I love cuddly, cute things. See, I don't let things keep me down, right? Why would I? I've met countless stone faced, hardy and serious mercenaries, freelancers, what have ya', but why would I decide to just let go of all the fun and go dark and broody? Adventurin' is fun, fightin' is fun and swingin' a sword is fuckin' amazin'! Have ya' tried it? Do it! Explorin' lost and forgotten temples and even cities, findin' treasure, fightin' assholes who try to outsmart ya' using foul fuckin' tricks and end up knockin' ya' out and throwin' ya' down a hole with a million...Ahem, sorry, hehe trailed off. What makes me angry? Alright, believe it or not, I actually like honor to an extent, right? I don't kick people who're down, I don't like hurtin' folk and all that, so I guess that makes me a somewhat good guy, right? So, what makes me angry are assholes who use others to their own ends. I mean, we all do that to a certain extent, I know, but do we all abuse people? Like hell we do! C'mon, ain't nothin' good about abusin' anyone! Hm, can't really say that I get angry when shit doesn't go my way, I mean that just opens up new possibilities! Sure, I fail from time to time, sometimes more often than not, but ya' gotta' pick yourself up and see where ya' can go from there, right? Okay, so let's talk about somethin' more positive. What makes me happy! Alright, I love talkin' with people. There is so much ya' can learn from just openin' your mouth sometimes, hehe. I also love gettin' to know people 'cause the more acquaintances ya' have, the more people ya' can turn to, right? Of course, it also means that you'll have more enemies but hey, that's fun too, right? Hehe. I love sunny days, flowers, markets...oh I love markets...shiny things, ya' know? Oh and swords! I fuckin' love swords! Small swords, big swords, pointy swords, curved swords...they're just so friggin' beautiful! Yeah I...I can be a big spender...it's not healthy. Eh, I guess ya' could consider me hyper, has that come across? I'm also cuddly, hugs are fun. Oh, and I'm fun lovin'! Let's see...ya' wanna know what drives me? Experience, I guess. I'm a simple person. I'm not out to get revenge on anyone, I'm not interested in earnin' a buncha' money for my ol' sick n' dyin' gran-ma-ma, I just like livin' life to the fullest. I do what I consider interestin', ain't anythin' more to it!" Appearance: "I'd say I'm small, quick, agile and catlike! Heh, if not I'd be a disappointment to my species, c'mon! Eh, most people call me a scrawny lil' fuck, I'd call myself slender. Last time I measured myself I reached five feet...I know, I'm huge! Let's see, brown eyes, light brown fur, claws, sturdy, sturdy paws and a long, slender puh-retty tail! I usually wear a vest n' pair o' baggy pants n' call it a day. Ya' know, what I'm wearin' right now. I don't own much else, hehe. Barely have any coin and I'm a big spender. See, that's why it's an unhealthy habit! Lessee'...I weigh ninety pounds, wear my blade on my back and stay away from armor. That shit weighs a ton! Wouldn't ever wanna' wear that! It slows me down, makes me into a tin can people can just beat! So yeah, this is me!" Height: "Told ya, five feet." Weight: "And told ya'...ninety pounds." Fight related Magic: "I was born an Enchanter, but I didn't really put much focus into it, ya' know? I can manage some basic, temporary enchantments but nothin' major. It compliments my fightin' style, though!" Sharpen "A simple enchantment which makes my blade cut deeper and through lighter armor! Hehe, helps a lot against chain mail and hard leather." Class: "My pretty little title is...Sword Dancer!" Weapons/Items: "She's been with me for as long as I can remember!" Strengths: Agile "Yup, I'm like water!" Graceful "Why'd I wanna fight with brute strength when I have finesse?" Swordsmanship "I can swing this thin' in my sleep, hehe!" Weaknesses: Sturdiness "Alright, so I'm hard to hit...right? But if ya' do manage to knock me over...well...it ain't like I can take it on the chest." Weight "Can't carry much, it's why I travel light." Strength "I prefer speed over strength. It makes heavily armored brutes quite a nuisance, right? Findin' the weak spot in armor while someone is tryin' to stab ya' can be hard hehe. I also can't really swing a big ass mace around, that shit's too heavy." Techniques: Sword Dancing "So I prefer grace and finesse when fighting. I use all of my body to mix martial arts n' sword wieldin' into a deadly fluid movement. Given my small knowledge in Enchantin', I infuse my blade from time to time to deal with shit." Flavor: Theme Song: "Hehe, wow...you're dangerous..."
7,789	207	9	775	1,183	Erion had at least time to strike at the wurm enough with his soul energy before it fall down onto the ground, killed by one of the group, although he was unsure if it was him or if it was one of those other guys. Well, no use to actually ask. He moved to the wurm and looked at the scales. He breath deeply as he looks at the group. He guessed a lot of people heard the wurm from a distance, which would explain why they suddenly all arrived here. He then got hit blade out and started to work on dislodging scales from the thing, skinning it. "Now gonna let these fall into waste. Someone might be able to make some armor out of this." he says in a calm tone. He continued to work, before one spirit spoke to him. "I... can't believe it... it's... really dead? Like that? Th.... That thing... that thing killed me before.... I... can't believe it." the spirit said. Erion just continued his work. "Won't be killing more innocents..." he then says as he skin the thing. He finish getting a couple of scales as he put them in his bag. He looked at the smaller Lah'na, and smile softly at what he said. "With how things been going lately, I understand what you mean." he says as he then went and sat down on a rock... and heard multiple spirits talking to him, a good amount of them victims of the wurm itself. He just stood there, concentrating, not wanting to hear them right now. Always was like that when a monster like that would die. "I don't know how many innocent that thing killed before, but at least it's rampage is over." he says. IF some of them were experienced, they probably would know that he was a necromancer... and if that was the case, then he hoped none of them would hate him for this, cause it is always a pain to have others judge him cause of his magic choice. He also noticed the lion heal the other person. A miracle user... It made him remember his past a bit more. A past that he would wish to have forgotten a long time ago.	Name: Erion ‘Letendre’ Silverwind. Nickname/Alias: “Well… Some people that shun me cause of my magic call me Erion Foulwind… most just call me Erion when they get to know me.” Race: Vulpine, to be specific a white fox anthro Gender: Male Age: 28 Additional Info Personality: “How to describe myself… I am usually calm and philosophical. The vision of evil, thinking about what the true meaning of good and evil. That kind of stuff. Also, I don’t really trust people that much, even anyone that would be related to me, cause of my past. Never know what someone would be behind their normal attitude, what kind of secret they keep from others. I usually think fast when it is needed. I dislike going to hurt people for nothing. I am not the kind of person to just go and start a fight cause of opinions and such. Sure, I will defend myself, and possibly kill if it is needed, but you won’t see me attacking travellers for nothing on the road. Although there is some things that will make me dislike someone. Laziness is one of those things. Someone that just stays there and doesn’t work, that let others do what he is supposed to do. This annoys me a lot. Another thing would be greed, specifically the type that makes you abuse of others. Even though I am usually calm, it happens sometimes that things get…. Out of hand that I lose that calmness. But most people told me that my bark was louder than my bite… that is until I got my blade out and ready for battle… One last thing I should note about myself…. Some people did end up… complaining about me talking to myself sometimes. That would be cause of some spirits that decided to keep fallowing me around after what I did in the past. Sure…. They do help me in battle when I need them, but sometimes it is just plain annoying.” He stops for a moment, and then look to the side. “You really think I will tell them about what happen to me in the past? Geez... You know how long that would take. No thank you.” Appearance: One thing to note with the image above is that on his sword arm, he has a scar on his hand and a small one over the top of his left eye. Height: 5.6 feet Weight: 126 lbs Fight related Magic: Necromancy, although more specialised in the soul aspect then the rising the dead aspect. Class: “Well… this is a hard one… I think the term Soulblade would fit here” Weapons/Items: A longsword A set of leather armor Strengths: -Quick senses and movement: He is quite fast in his reaction times, able to move out of the way of attacks that comes towards him. -He is very dexterous with his sword, able to exploit weak spots. Weaknesses: - Low resistance to physical attacks. Sure, he is able to take some hits, but he’s not hulk, he isn’t resistant. A good powerful hit in the chest that he doesn’t see coming can knock him out. He also refuses to wear heavy armor, preferring to be able to move quicker more than taking hits. - Physically, he is not that strong. He is more specialised in the balance between his magic and his sword technique. Techniques: He is a fighter that relies more at dexterous strikes more than brute strength. He relies more in the combination of spirit energy and pin point strikes to do his damage against his opponents, aiming a lot of time towards area’s to disarm or weaken ones abilities. He also uses accurate spirit blast when in a distance to weaken his opponents before going for his sword strikes. He uses his quick senses to react in fights, by either parrying strikes or dodge them Flavor: Theme Song:
7,790	207	10	978	145	Zack traversed his head to follow the path of the ursine as he walked right by, similarly opting to say little. In fact, he said nothing at all, simply giving him a nod. He idly taps his fingers against the head of his staff as he rests against it and ponders. A bit more of a wicked grin than his placid norm flashed for a moment as he mulled over several possibilities in his head. Could he curse him to only move backwards? Turn him into a goat? Or a pebble? Make him dance unceasingly? Make him try to gobble himself? Ultimately, he successfully suppressed his cruel impulses and let the poor rakonai go on his way without any further incident, just as Zack headed away on his. "At least the trail of blood he left is handy-dandy." Zack thought to himself, his eyes tracing along that expansive thread of crimson. He took a few preliminary steps along this path the helpful bear had left him, then scratched his cheek. "Oh, right," Zack said to himself, "I was supposed to be headed to Avist." He shook his head and laughed to no one in particular. No one in particular returned mirthful snicker at the forgetful coyote's mistake. Zack produced from his bag a small compass and glanced down at its dial. "Now that can't be right." Zack mumbled, then gave it a few taps with his thumb, then a brisk shake. Once the needle had settled in its proper place, he twirled left and right on the spot testingly, his eyes still focused on the compass. Fully satisfied that it was in working order, he paused. He recollected his steps and rough location, then took a sharp turn to the left and began walking off with his staff rested against his shoulder.	Name: Zack Itzhak. Nickname/Alias: "Cackling Zack." Race: Nin'tah. Coyote. Gender: Male. Sexuality: Heterosexual. Age: 38. Additional Info Personality: Zack has the boundless jolliness and positivity of a man who knows accomplishment. While he has always been something of a prodigy when it comes to the arcane arts, this innate talent of his has only been sharpened throughout his life. He has outlasted many of his contemporaries. Far from imagining himself above and beyond everything, Zack loves nothing more than to face new obstacles and opponents that actually manage to challenge him. Death threats thrill and amuse him. While he undoubtedly has a high self-esteem, it has some how yet to cross the line to arrogance, as it is tempered with a realistic appreciation of the fact that there's still so much more he can achieve. However, he is something of a fanatic when it comes to building upon his skills and power. He eschews pomp and wealth, and generally keeps himself to rather spartan living conditions, especially when compared to the fancy, gaudy robes and accouterments of other wizards of his stature. It is quite easy to mistake him for a commoner, for he does little to advertise himself. He lets his deeds and achievements speak for him, rather than self-promotion. He comes across as quite callous and indifferent when it comes to any cause but his lust for ever greater knowledge and power. That being said, the power he endlessly seeks is more of a personal journey; he is no would-be conqueror or tyrant, and has yet to go out of his way to impose his will upon others. He also has something of a sadistic streak when the mood strikes him. However, despite his immense power, he shows remarkable restraint towards the poor targets of these whims of his, and instead prefers to toy with them through other means. Such torments are never wounding or lethal, although they're certainly frustrating and humiliating. Appearance: A rather tall, somewhat slender canine male. He tends to wear a robe-length, greenish-grey wool coat; tan pants; black leather gloves; long cavalry boots; and of course the red scarf. It is almost as if his default expression is a thin smile of constant amusement. Slung over a shoulder and crossing his chest is a strap bound to a sack which carries his tomes. A bindle is wrapped around the head of his staff, which carries other items, such as provisions. Height: 6'2. Weight: 142 lbs. Fight related Magic: Hexes. With particular emphasis on curses and conjuring dark energy. The taboo nature of his favored school of magic only serves to makes it more appealing to him, knowing he enjoys and embraces power that most deny themselves and cower away from. Class: Warlock. Weapons/Items: A relatively plain iron staff. Strengths: - A master, or quite close, in his particular school of magic. - He is quite quick on his feet, as he'd have to be, given he wears no armor and isn't the toughest person around. Weaknesses: - Due to his overwhelming focus on his arcane abilities, his capabilities as a martial fighter are just about useless. - It's not quite overconfidence, but his mentality where he sees threats as entertaining challenges to be overcome, rather than life or death situations, can at times cloud his judgment. Techniques: It really depends. In most cases he tries to resolve situations efficiently and mindfully despite his overwhelming power, which in practice is a bit like guiding a sledgehammer to the precise structural weakpoints in a building to level it in as few swings as possible. If he is in a more toying, sadistic mood, he will prolong the fight for as long as he can. Flavor:
7,791	207	11	982	1,162	Despite his less-than welcome reception from the other cat, the lion remained in his position to observe the smaller feline. Looking at the young man filled him with a certain feeling of nostalgia, which he brushed off as ridiculous...How could looking at someone evoke such memories? Ymahr brushed it off, a stern expression adorning his face and his paws crossed. Just when he thinks they would part ways and never cross roads again, the cat took a single step that just sent him back to the grassy ground all over again, to which the lion only sighed at. Being young and free always did have its own set of advantages and disadvantages, one being the irresistible need for adventure and the danger that comes along with it. He looked down at the fallen feline, his eyes trailing towards his direction until he leans upon the felled beast once again. The cat speaks as if the thing has happened to him more than once and the lion could only fathom what kind of life he's lived to get where he is now, it certainly must be filled with adventure, yet filled to the brim with danger and recklessness. Youths always were known for irrationality, but their resolve and curiosity is what makes them interesting. "You're a carefree spirit, aren't you?" Ymahr says as he sits down in front of the other feline, his eyes glaring directly at his. "You laugh and smile now, but sooner or later, smiles will eventually fade." It always amazed and confused the lion when it came to the concept of optimism and pessimism. Clinging to false hope even when there is none will eventually break a person, clinging to despair even when hope is not lost will eventually break a person. One can only hide so much from others and the world and he has to wonder if the smaller feline in front of him was similar, does he simply laugh many of his dangers and perils? When the cat made a remark about gold, the lion simply scoffed, saying that he can keep the gold, for he has no interest in it. All this talk and they don't even know each other's names, and that's not even counting the vulpine near them, he gestured for the fox to sit nearby them and promptly, he introduced himself. "I do believe I have not introduced myself properly. Ymahr Shir." He nodded and glanced back at the two. "You two certainly seem capable enough, if I may, would any of you be willing to...travel together?" The lion says, pausing quite a bit on that last sentence. While pairing up with others certainly wasn't his penchant, it would be safer just in case another creature on the same caliber of that Wurm would show up, he may even learn a thing or two from one of them. Still, he was uneasy at the concept and a part of him was starting to decide against it.	"I seek strength to protect, not to kill." Basics Name: Ymahr Shir. Race: Lah'na, a Lion specifically. Gender: Male. Age: 33. Additional Info Personality: At first glance, many would think that this feline is nothing but a cold brute without any goals, simply wandering for eternity. And while that may be partly true, Ymahr tends not to heed the whispers of strangers and let it get to him, for they are free to say what they want, so as long as they do not intrude in his mission. While definitely no has-been, he feels out of touch with many youths and adolescents that he feels he may as well be a senile old man, and while it does not bother him that much, it does bring back a painful memory of the past for him, something that he wishes not to ponder on. The lion is calm, tactical and collected. Preferring to think of a more logical or safer approach rather than facing danger head-on, his wisdom and intellect however becomes a double-edged sword when it begins to mix with his emotions and feelings. They clash like water and oil and often proves difficult for him to express as such. Rather than staying with groups, Ymahr finds peace in being alone, something that has stayed with him ever since he wandered. Due to his years of traversing the roads in his pursuit of strength, he comes off as an anti-social person as his time alone was most certainly not spent with many. Despite this, he is also shown to be well-meaning and selfless, he simply prefers not to show it often. He tends to cling to the past often, it is something that both drives him forward and pulls him towards his own downfall. Appearance: Ymahr is a tall, and athletically-built lion, something that stems from his various battles during his travels. His fur is mostly tawny-colored, with his chest-area and lower muzzle being mainly white, whereas his mane consists mostly of a dirty-yellow color. The lion's face is almost-always filled a stern expression, almost as if he is expressing slight irritation from his surroundings. His armor-if you could call it that-consists of a simple scarf adorned with a small trinket, a cloth belt and a simple pair of pants. On his right hand, he wields a gauntlet that is purely aesthetic. Height: 6'2". Weight: 190 lbs. Fight related Magic: Miracles. He has a strong preference towards defense instead of recovery. Class: Vagabond. Weapons/Items: A gold spear, and what little he considers as "armor". Strengths: Brute Strength - Even without his magic and spear, Ymahr is a formidable foe up close and is willing to use his bare hands to confront foes. Agile - Though not as dexterous as many of his kind, his speed is above average and he tends to incorporate it in his fights where his defense is one of his biggest enemies. Instinct - He may be an anti-social one, but those who manage to befriend this lion will find that he is willing to cross limits in order to protect those what little he calls "friends", even if it includes putting his life on the line just to ensure their survival and/or safety. Weaknesses: Solace in Solitude - Prefers to be alone, he is hesitant to rely on the aid of others unless it was a matter of life and death. Lion's Pride - In addition to the above, if he ever finds himself allying with another, Ymahr will often prioritize himself rather than his allies. He may heal and tend to their wounds once in a while but that would be about it, unless that person happens to be someone important to him that is. Sticks and Stones - Prone to taunting the enemy and can easily underestimate them just from their appearances. This doesn't apply to just enemies though, he calls them as he sees them, for better or worse. He does not to bear any ill will, but rather to bear witness the potential of his adversaries. Expose' - Tends not to use armor and cover himself up as it gets in the way of his dexterity. As a result, he is vulnerable to many attacks, both physical and magical. To remedy this, he tends to rely on casting barriers for defense or using some of his agility to safely dodge incoming attacks instead. Techniques: Ymahr prefers to confront enemies from a mid-to-close distance, using his spear to attack from a safe range with quick pokes and thrusts. He tends not to close-in on an enemy until he sees a viable opening, at which point he switches to a more aggressive fighting style that relies more on cornering the opponent and tiring them out with repeated stabs, even using fisticuffs if his spear would-somehow-be unavailable. He tends to alternate between a defensive and offensive style, depending on the situation. When it comes to using his magic in fighting however, he almost always tries to start every fight by casting a barrier on himself to lessen the damage he receives. As mentioned above, while he may be uncomfortable fighting with allies, that doesn't mean he won't be willing to spare a moment of his time to aid them however.
7,792	207	12	2,529	75	Kern also was there, sort of. He was in druidic dream, something like normal sleep, but in the course of it, the mind can move around the world in the process when the body sleeps. Thanks to the Druidic dream he knows what's going on in the world. He saw everything from the initial arguments until the end of the fight. In the middle of the fight there have been some disruption, he have to focus to recover the eyes of the mind. Then he saw one of the Erion spirits. He was Terrified, for a long time he did not see any necromancer and especially one reigning over spirits. It's one of the souls that are causing disruption. He woke up in his woods, the situation he saw forced him into reflection, for a long time he didn't seen that talented young men. Especially that young necromancer. He started to pack, "it's time go get out of shadow" , after checking the map drawn by himself a couple of years ago, had hoped that map is still current, he decided to walk to Avist. He took up his staff and wore the bag on the shoulder. He had to go away for a while and had to turn around to remind himself when he first found this place and decided to stay here. It was 20 years ago, he was still quite young ursine fascinated by nature, he was there because of her friend - Allet. She was, however, murdered by a gang of thugs a few weeks later. Precisely for this reason, Kern decided to get away from the society and be a lone resident of the forest "Bye Home"	Name: Kern Ezter. Nickname: "Blue Claw" Race: Rakonai, a Bear Gender: Male. Age: 49. Additional Info Personality: Kern was born in a nomadic tribe of Rakonai. His father was a fighter, and his mother was a medic. Always fascinated by nature and kindness, he always helped, even if he did not get anything in return. Is a loner, likes to reside in the dense Forests where they can be alone with the nature that surrounds it. Studying the ins and outs of mastering nature, uses her during the fight, which, moreover, does not like and always believes that the duel is a last resort and everything can be solved with a talk. While living in the Woods he has a lot of time for preparation of different potions and/or herbs. Thanks to his mother acquired the knowledge needed for wound care magic and herbs.Being nice to people and having contact with them is not easy when you live alone, which is why it is called the Old bear living in the wilderness. He's eating the plants he collect when walking in the Woods. He could risk his live for knowledge. Appearance: Have clue claws and Brown fur.Low as to his race, and quite heavy. On the face and Paws has painted the symbols to protect it from the dangers and enlighten the mind. Appears in a long robe, on the feet Travelling boots . He walks with his long staff. Always set up the shoulder bag has which keeps concoctions, herbs and stocks. Height: 5.6 feet. Weight: 195 lbs. Fight related Magic: Nature. Class: Druid Weapon: Long Druidic staff Strengths: Druidic Nature - Master of Healing and using nature for his own goals. Mediator - Very good At Talking and making deals Weaknesses: Slow - Due to his Age and Weight he is very slow Lack of combat practice - He only uses staff for walking, so fighting with it is Impossible . Techniques: Fight is last resort, but when he must fight he can do massive amount of damage with magic of nature. He can root enemy making him vulnerable to all attacks Flavor: Theme Song: Indestructible
7,793	207	13	1,448	3,925	Several javelins, spear jabs, and even more lightning and the thing was down. The others obviously contributed quite a bit, however, it seems like the quick cat wanted the last attack on the thing, with it just falling over as soon as he positioned himself to exploit the wound I had created moments ago. "Ah, that's alright, kitty, maybe you'll get the next one!" I said to him as he complained about not getting the kill. The bear seemed to walk away, obviously in a horrible mood after all of this, however, the rest of the group just decided to use the wurm as a bench. I decided to do pretty much the same as I overheard the cat and the lion talk about feeding a whole village with this thing. "With this thing? Heh, we could feed AND armor up an entire village," I pointed out as I tried to remove one of the thing's many heavy, tough scales. The lion said something about smiles eventually fading, and while I was going to say something, he sucker punched me with his name and wanting to travel together. "Name's Thorvald, and yeah I'd like to travel together, it's been a while since I've adventured with a miracle worker, and they're always helpful," I then turned my head towards the fox, and tried to remember where I've seen magic like his... that weird, bright magic that doesn't really trace itself to any particular element... I know it's not miracles, their spells are almost always defensive in nature, and I know he didn't use illusions, as the beast responded to his magic blasts with pain. By process of elimination, the fox was either an enchanter, like the cat, or he was a... necromancer... Funniest thing, I've worked with necros before, on several occasions, even. Most of them are 'dark and brooding', or 'cool loners who don't want help, but still desperately need it', though, I almost never trust them fully just because of this one time when a couple of them kept offering me the exact same soup even after I told them that I didn't need food, that I brought plenty of my own. I switched my bowl with one of them, and he died from poisoning. While I don't trust them with food... I still don't see why everyone thinks they're ALL evil like that, that they ALL want to build an undead army, 'cause... there's more of them than you'd think, a lot of them try to hide as fake illusionists, or warriors, either focusing on the visual aspect of their soul powers... or just focusing on using some kind of weapon or another well. Because I knew what people generally thought of necromancers, I decided to stay quiet about him, and instead, I asked the cat "So, what was that whole ordeal with the bear group back there, huh? I was going to swoop down and scare everyone away with lightning, but I never really figured out who did what," I then chuckled, slightly, adding "Yeah, guess my eyes were always better than my ears, huh?" Of course, I'd have to take what he said as 'his' side of the story... he'd probably make himself out as some hero, or someone who did no wrong, but that group was talking about him stealing something. A cat thief... heh... guess he'd be a literal cat burglar, wouldn't he?	Thorvald Greyfeather Nickname/Alias: Lightning rod Race: Shael, falcon Gender: Male Age: 30 Additional Info Personality: Some people have called him naive, childish, and even immature... just as well, as he's usually in a very cheery mood, and is also optimistic, always trying to find the good in every situation. That being said, he's not stupid, and won't trust, say, a monster or a demon just because they said that they're good. He absolutely loves adventure, and just generally being out of the towns and cities of the world. No matter what the challenge on an adventure, Thorvald will face it with... the closest thing to a smile that a birdman can have. While he does love adventure, he actively avoids caves, just due to the low ceiling... of course, if he's traveling with allies who want to go into the cave, he'll go with them, just because he doesn't like the idea of having to ditch allies, even temporary ones. During the few moments where he's in town, it's usually just to sell any useless magical items, or to get rid of any extra weight he's carrying. He's oddly determined when he's facing monsters or other such evil beings, and even tries to scope out weak spots in an enemy's armor, despite him still smiling while doing so. He enjoys the company of other adventurers, though, he usually doesn't stick around with one group for very long, and while he starts off considering them allies... if he sees them harming other civilized races, stealing, or doing anything involving exploiting others, Thorvald will viciously attack them, and try to have them arrested. He will never kill a member of a civilized race, as he feels that even the most deranged, evil people can be rehabilitated, they can become better people... at least, so he thinks. When he's not adventuring, or taking one of his rare breaks from doing so, he can usually be found in some pub somewhere, chatting someone's ear off about one of his recent adventures, and, much to the disdain of the barkeep, never ordering any drink other than cold, plain water. He is kind enough, however, to give the barkeep money if the water ends up being free, as, in some places, it is. He'll tell them that it's not payment for his drink, but rather, for the conversation. Appearance: Unlike what his last name might suggest, Thorvald has mostly white and brown feathers, with only a few grey feathers. He's somewhat short, even for his species, and always wears that same blue outfit for no real reason. However, he doesn't wear the helmet in the picture, nor does he ever wear shoes. His beak and talons are a bright yellow color, and his eyes are blue. Height: 5'0" Weight: 80lbs Fight related Magic: Elementalism; lightning. Class: Dragoon Weapons/Items: An iron spear, a short bow, a quiver with 30 arrows, a bag with 12 javelins, his leather armor, and clothes. Strengths: Strong Flier: He has always been much faster and more agile in the sky, and his wings are strong enough to keep him in the air for a long time. Lightning Resistance: He's been zapped by his own lightning magic that, not only has he gotten the nickname 'lightning rod', but he's become resistant to lightning as a whole. Spear Thrower: With his training, Thorvald's become really good at throwing his javelins, as well as, on occasion, his actual spear, and can throw these objects pretty far, and pretty quickly. Weaknesses: Slow on the ground: He's... kinda slow and sluggish on the ground, and it's notable that he can't even run while on the ground. Hates the cold: His feathers aren't exactly meant for protection from the cold, and just as well, he hates it. He may even land if the cold air is too unbearable in the sky... he's also weak to ice-based magic as a result. Stormtrooper Aim: However... he's horrible at using his shortbow, and while it's got more distance than his spear or javelins, he can't aim the thing worth beans. If you gave him a chance, he might even actually miss the broad side of a barn. Techniques: Thorvald typically relies on his wings, and ability to fly. His techniques revolve around him throwing his spear, or one of his javelins at the enemy, and then casting a lightning spell on the weapon after it's stuck in the enemy's flesh. He has also been known to swoop down on the enemy and attack more directly... though, even when he does that, he always tries to cast a lightning spell. Rarely, when the enemy doesn't notice his presence, he'll toss his spear directly downwards (if the enemy is directly below him), and fold in his wings to fall with it, just to shove the thing in even further. He will zap the spear after landing on his enemy in this case.
7,794	207	14	2,396	104	The forested area in which they traveled was peacefully quiet, aside from the rhythmic clomping that came from the Tothum's slow steady gait. Atlas was about ready to drop, but she kept pushing forward. Who knew what was hiding behind the next tree. She wasn't exactly worried for herself, the bovine was more than capable to handle the most intimidating foe. It was the little Neth she was more worried about. Knowing well that her companion was also tired, Atlas allowed Rykiar to ride along on her shoulders, also hoping his increased height would allow him to find any sign of civilization. Long story short, they were lost, tired and hungry. "Surely we would have made it by now," wearily complained Atlas, referring to the next town over from the one they stayed at more than a week ago. The innkeeper had stated it was just a "hop, skip and jump" away, her words not theirs. She may have just been exaggerating just a bit, her rooms being a bit less than "five stars" as she had also mentioned. Shady innkeepers aside, the pair were getting desperate, having run out of food days before as they didn't bother buying supplies while they were at the previous town. It also didn't help they didn't have a cent to their names. Atlas had hoped there'd be at least one opportunity to make some cash on the way. Maybe pull some weeds from someone's yard, or even stop some robber. Hell, Atlas would even slay a monster, and that was saying something for the lazy cow. Before too long, it was her limit, the Tothlum haltingnly to immediately slump over on the ground. Rykiar of course had a bit of a tumble, brushing himself off in minor annoyance. As calm as he usually is, the Neth was also at his wit's end with the whole starving situation. He sat beside Atlas who continued being strewn out on the unexpectedly comfortable forest floor. They sat quietly, both trying to figure a game plan and how to not die an early age. "Guess we'll have to live on dirt," the Tothum mumbled through her own mouthful from when she fell over. Sitting up, she shook her head, spitting out her bland meal of soil. She huffed, looking around the empty forest for a solution, although if the answer she wanted was tree, it seemed they were doomed. Above the sounds of their stomachs eating themselves, there was a sudden sign of commotion. Ears perking to try to deceiver whatever was going on, Atlas guessed it was some sort f battle, or some wild party. It seemed like there were several people, and from her experience that usually meant trouble. Looking over at Rykiar, he obviously heard it as well. Hopping to his feet and staring almost longingly toward the disturbance. Atlas took this as a sign that her relaxing time was over and it was time to go. Without warning, she gently picked up her friend and placed him on her shoulders once more and uncertainly continued on. It was most certainly the sounds of battle that echoed as they approached quietly, well at least the tail end of it. There was no way she'd have the energy to fight at the moment, the same going for the mouse. As much as they should really avoid any sort of conflict, they were still drawn to the others, out of curiosity if anything. But as the saying goes, curiosity did kill the Lah'na, right? They hid from a good distance that allowed them to watch and listen, but still not attract attention. In the center of a clearing was a various group of people, a Shael, two Lah'na, as well as a Vulpine. As normal as it is to see others, Atlas more so focused on the giant ass wurm lying dead. "Did they kill that?" Atlas whispered in shock. She wondered if they should even cross paths with this group if they act like kill such a monster was nothing, at least from what she assumed from where they watched. Looking down, at her friend, he was gazing at the fallen creature, and Atlas could almost hear the gears turning in his head. For a brief second, the Tothum wondered what he could possibly want to do with the monster, but her eyes widened as she figured it out. They suddenly shared the same idea, keeping their eyes on the prize: the wurm. Atlas wouldn't call herself a criminal mastermind, or even a thief, but it may as well be their only means of survival for the pair, so they had nothing much to lose. Well aside from their lives of course. Even on his good day, Rykiar wouldn't be much help moving the wurm. The cow knew she'd be doing the literal heavy lifting, that wasn't much of an issue. Her main concern, however, was the group they'd have to take the monster from. Atlas was sure they intended to make a decent coin on that thing from the way they began to skin it. But their strategy would most likely work. I mean who would expect someone to steal a monster? Atlas thought, uncharacteristically giddy with excitement and probably on the delusional side in her exhausted state. This was it, they were ready. Climbing on her back once more, Rykiar gave a nod toward Atlas. She then used her transformation magic, growing into what she calls her Beast form. As the title suggests, her body was now double her already large size, matched with deadly horns, hooves becoming sharp talons, and a pair of large wings to help with get away. Her transformation was quick and successful, but was limited. Rykiar clung on tight, all the while he concentrated. With his Illusion abilities, he created a distraction, the newly formed creature appearing out of nowhere on the farther side of the clearing, letting out a terrible roar loud enough for Atlas to crash through the trees. Moving fast before they both pass out from the overuse of their abilities, the extra-large Tothum, ripped off a good sized chunk of the dead creature, careful of its sharp hide, and picked it up with a bit of difficulty. With a meaty beat of her large wings, they were off in the skies, the illusion monster dissolved. Wurm being dragged along precariously, they looked for the nearest town to cash in their prize.	Name: Atlas Bentpine. Race: Tothum. Gender: Female. Age: 23. Additional Info Personality: Atlas' main trait would be apathetic. That goes for her looks, others’ looks, things going around her, or just in general. As handy as this could be for saving your feelings from getting hurt, it doesn't help when she has to make choices. Usually, she's a go with the flow type of gal, but this can be a pain when she's given options. Especially about her future, where her indecisiveness makes it hard for her to even have the slightest idea on what she wants to do. Matched with her uncaring attitude is her laziness. It takes a lot of convincing to get her to do something. Your best bet to get her to do something would be offering her something food related. But even then, she's pretty reluctant to do something that she doesn't want to. Most of the time, she prefers dozing in the shade for a couple hours. If something requires hard labor, you can most certainly count her out despite that being one of the only things she's really good at. She is passive towards people, not wanting to be on sides other than her own. Atlas isn’t much of a people’s person, and can be a bit uncomfortable when around people for long periods of time. Given her reclusiveness, she can be rather socially awkward, so she doesn’t talk much as she has no idea what to say most of the time. Sh Something that must be pointed out would be that although she doesn't care about most things, she does indeed care about the well being of others over herself. Following the stereotypical gentle giant, she likes to watch out for others, which explains her companionship with her little Neth friend, Rykiar. Appearance: Atlas, being rightfully named, is quite tall and has an almost intimidating size. Being from the chilly Toth region, one must put a bit of bulk on, which explains her being on the more heavier side. She appears more akin to that of a bull rather than possessing more of a feminine figure of most lady Tothum. This doesn't bother her, however, despite often being mistaken for a male. With snow comes thick fur, her own being a shaggy blue-gray, aside from her whiskered snout and stomach which are a lighter gray. Being a Tothum, Atlas has dark gray hooves, perfect for not losing your toes to frostbite up north. Along with her hooves are a pair of horns, usually kept short and rounded off when her transformation magic isn't in play. Noticeably, above her warm brown eyes are thick eyebrow markings, giving her a rather angry appearance. As for clothes, she tends to keep it simple. She wears a parka like top over a plain tunic as well a pair of short pants that cut off at her haunches. Atlas tends to dress rather lightly due to her heavy fur that makes her overheat easily. Height: 7'3 ft. Weight: 250 lbs. Fight related Magic: Transformation. Class: Wanderlusty Nomad Weapons/Items: Has a knapsack she carries with her that has supplies like food, basic medicinal herbs, and most likely a few of Rykiar's belongings. Strengths: -Good at being on the defensive, be it taking a beating, or protecting others, she can stand being in the front lines and having others hide behind her as she takes the blunt of the attack. -Pretty strong, be it for fighting or carrying something heavy, she's the one to go to. Weaknesses: -Is on the slow side, no thanks to her laziness or even her large size. This also includes in battle, as she takes her time making attacks, often waiting for the perfect time, but it could be a mistake on her part and not being quick enough. -She’s also rather easily tired, usually after using her magic abilities enough exhausts her and is down for the count. -Her attitude and carefree ways can hinder her to not care in dire situations, or even make her own choices that may not be necessarily right. -Overheats easily, and is often sluggish in warmer weather. Fire elemental magic is a big no-no for her. Techniques: Atlas heavily relies on her transformation magic, using it to overpower her enemy, or mostly just to flee. She will alter her body whatever it calls for the situation, such as: Tougher skin/scaly plates for defense Sharp claws/fangs/horns Wings Growth in size and strength But as mentioned, all these alterations, especially when combined, will tucker her out pretty easily. As a result, Atlas will only really use magic when the moment calls for it. Flavor: Theme Song: Come on you hermit, you never fight back
7,795	207	15	775	1,183	Erion stayed quiet as he heard the lion say his name, as well as ask if they wanted to travel together. He though about it a bit. Maybe that could help, but he was worried about what they would think of him. Well, it didn't seem like they were attacking him at least. So there was that. He breath deeply. "Could be good for a while." he then says. Although some spirits were yelling at him. "Don't do it, they will kill you!" One said. A paranoid one we could say. "People never trust a necromancer, why would they even trust you." Another added. He grumbles some words under his breath. "Shut up." he said to the spirits... before Jim arrived once again. "Hey guys look! It's mister smarty smart pants thinking he can just banish me away and..." he managed to say before Erion looked towards him, annoyed. He looks at the group. "Excuse me, I got some little... well... business to do." he says as he then walks away in the forest... only to have a creature suddenly roar. He took his blade out. "I don't have time for this c..." he manage to say before Jim spoke again. "Hey, it's a cute little monster! Go pet it Erion! It probably safe! Or it will r..." Jim only manage to say before Erion trapped him in a soul orb and then concentrated, and banished him once again to the spirit world. He then turned to see part the Wurm being flown in the sky by some creatures. He stares at it and then towards the illusion creature... that was gone. He just looks at the other creatures. "Seriously..." he said before moving forwards and then looking up at the other creature. "With that big of a piece I hope you will bring it to a village!" he yells. "Well, that is something you don't see everyday." One of the spirits interjected. He breath deeply. He realy was wondering why he was attacting all those spirits all the time. Well, he guessed him being a necromancer and them wanting a way to link to this world and possibly see new things could be something... He wasen't the type of person to enslave others. He prefered letting them do what they wanted.... well... almost what they wanted. Jim was an exception here. 102 times.... 102 times hes been banished. Or was it 103... God he was starting to lose count now. 2 times in the same day.... he was really getting annoying.	Name: Erion ‘Letendre’ Silverwind. Nickname/Alias: “Well… Some people that shun me cause of my magic call me Erion Foulwind… most just call me Erion when they get to know me.” Race: Vulpine, to be specific a white fox anthro Gender: Male Age: 28 Additional Info Personality: “How to describe myself… I am usually calm and philosophical. The vision of evil, thinking about what the true meaning of good and evil. That kind of stuff. Also, I don’t really trust people that much, even anyone that would be related to me, cause of my past. Never know what someone would be behind their normal attitude, what kind of secret they keep from others. I usually think fast when it is needed. I dislike going to hurt people for nothing. I am not the kind of person to just go and start a fight cause of opinions and such. Sure, I will defend myself, and possibly kill if it is needed, but you won’t see me attacking travellers for nothing on the road. Although there is some things that will make me dislike someone. Laziness is one of those things. Someone that just stays there and doesn’t work, that let others do what he is supposed to do. This annoys me a lot. Another thing would be greed, specifically the type that makes you abuse of others. Even though I am usually calm, it happens sometimes that things get…. Out of hand that I lose that calmness. But most people told me that my bark was louder than my bite… that is until I got my blade out and ready for battle… One last thing I should note about myself…. Some people did end up… complaining about me talking to myself sometimes. That would be cause of some spirits that decided to keep fallowing me around after what I did in the past. Sure…. They do help me in battle when I need them, but sometimes it is just plain annoying.” He stops for a moment, and then look to the side. “You really think I will tell them about what happen to me in the past? Geez... You know how long that would take. No thank you.” Appearance: One thing to note with the image above is that on his sword arm, he has a scar on his hand and a small one over the top of his left eye. Height: 5.6 feet Weight: 126 lbs Fight related Magic: Necromancy, although more specialised in the soul aspect then the rising the dead aspect. Class: “Well… this is a hard one… I think the term Soulblade would fit here” Weapons/Items: A longsword A set of leather armor Strengths: -Quick senses and movement: He is quite fast in his reaction times, able to move out of the way of attacks that comes towards him. -He is very dexterous with his sword, able to exploit weak spots. Weaknesses: - Low resistance to physical attacks. Sure, he is able to take some hits, but he’s not hulk, he isn’t resistant. A good powerful hit in the chest that he doesn’t see coming can knock him out. He also refuses to wear heavy armor, preferring to be able to move quicker more than taking hits. - Physically, he is not that strong. He is more specialised in the balance between his magic and his sword technique. Techniques: He is a fighter that relies more at dexterous strikes more than brute strength. He relies more in the combination of spirit energy and pin point strikes to do his damage against his opponents, aiming a lot of time towards area’s to disarm or weaken ones abilities. He also uses accurate spirit blast when in a distance to weaken his opponents before going for his sword strikes. He uses his quick senses to react in fights, by either parrying strikes or dodge them Flavor: Theme Song:
7,796	207	16	2,263	6	As they were flying, Rykiar scouted about for any form of civilization where they could rest and sell their chunk of dead wurm. He saw something that was possibly a town a few miles to the south so he directed his bovine companion in that direction. It wasn't long before they had to land and walk, due to the great amount of energy it took to fly. They kept walking towards the town, still being about 2 miles out. Neither of them said a word on the way, they were too tired to talk. Eventually they came upon the town and looked for a butcher. They were directed to one by a stranger, and walked into the store. "Good evening sir." Rykiar said to the butcher as they came in. He chose to leave price bartering up to Atlas, as she knew how to deal with it better. After they had haggled back and forth for 10 minutes, they agreed upon a price and the mouse and cow were out looking for a place to sleep. "How much did we get?" Rykiar asked. Atlas responded, "Not near enough. We really only have enough to resupply on food." "I've got an idea." And with that they walked into a tavern. "My good sir, we are in need of a room for the night, and a warm meal." Rykiar spoke to the innkeeper. As he discussed prices, he was aslo using up just about the last of his energy to envision a small note forming in his hand. This was a bit of tricky magic as he couldn't make anything tangible. So he had to focus and think about exactly where he wanted the piece of paper to be so it appeared to be in his hand and stay there as he moved it to show the innkeeper. "I believe this will cover the cost." And he showed the note which spoke of how they were on a quest for a king and were to be granted every accommodation. Having seen an actual note of this kind before when he lived in Neth, he knew how it should look to be convincing. The innkeeper was a very slow reader and was taking his time. Rykiar was starting to sweat now because of the effort being sapped out of him. It was taking everything in him not to pass out then and there. Finally, just as his spell was about to give out, the innkeeper grunted in agreement and handed Rykiar a key without another word. Rykiar lowered his hand and dropped the spell before going back to Atlas. "Let's go upstairs before I pass out. Some food should be up shortly."	Name: Rykiar Drake Race: Just your average church mouse. So Neth. Gender: Male Age: 25 Personality: Very mild mannered. Always calm and collected, not much can upset him. He is very kind and caring to those who are kind back to him. Overall he is a very gentle soul. However, being as he belongs to the school of illusionment, it only makes sense that his personality is also a front. The personality described is that which he presents to the world around him. On the inside, Rykiar usually tends to be freaking out at just about everything that happens. He acts calm and stone-faced about most things because on the inside he’s trying his best not to run away and hide. He learned long ago that if he pretends that everything is ok, then it usually will be. As time progressed he has been finding it harder and harder to keep his calm and has been becoming more and more daring, and has found himself filled with a longing for adventure. Appearance: Very plain features, he has brown fur and beady black eyes. He does make sure to keep his claws and teeth very clean, because it makes him feel happier to be clean. He is usually found wearing a beige outfit (blouse, pantaloons. You get the gist) and a leather cape, as well as an emerald green belt/sash. Shaped like a seat belt, it’s a long piece of fabric that he first wraps around his wait and then diagonally over his shoulder, connecting it in the back. His tail is as long as his body and is kept as clean as the rest of him. He is fairly short and a little plump. Height: 4 feet, 10 inches. Weight: 140 lbs. Magic: Illusionism Class: Gentry (Wellborn and well-bred people. In England, the class below the nobility. An upper or ruling class; aristocracy. Those who are not members of the nobility but are entitled to a coat of arms, especially those owning large tracts of land. ) Weapons/Items: A Falchion named Bhamara that was passed down to him by his Father before he died. A small knife longer than his palm, but not by much, that he bought from a wandering enchanter he met one day while traveling back to his home from the nearby city. It is a single edged blade that is so incredibly sharp it can cut through anything with the slightest of ease. Strengths: Invisibility: He is rather adept at not necessarily making himself invisible, but enforcing the idea into the mind of others that he isn’t there. Essentially he uses heavy magical persuasion. Mirage: He simply has to think of an object (living or non) and it slowly starts appearing wherever he imagines it. It is not however, a tangible thing. It is simply a hologram of sorts, just without all the technology. He can not make it speak or make noise, but he can control it’s actions as it is around. He has to be focusing on maintaining it and can’t really do much else while he is doing this. Weaknesses: He is fairly slow in combat, being that he hasn’t spent much time with a sword and has focused more on his magic. He is fairly near sighted, and if it were modern times he would absolutely be required to wear glasses while driving. Techniques: He is slower, so he will try and get up close to them all the while using his magic to either distract his opponent with something, or make them think he is in a different spot than he by going invisible and casting an image of himself somewhere else. He can’t do this for very long because it requires a lot of energy and concentration to manage both spells at the same time. Other: His parents have both died of illness, and he has not married nor does he have any plans to currently, simply because he’d rather not be tied down right now.
7,797	207	17	978	145	Not exactly burning with curiosity to find out how it was the bear man became the wounded wreck he was, Zack continued to his actual destination, the city of Avisthelm. After a few more hours travel, it finally came into view. The sprawling, massive city was always an awing, humbling site for Zack. After all, he had grown up among squat adobe structures strewn across the Nin'thassias share of the central desert. There was really no comparing the two. Once within the city walls, it did not take Zack long to find his destination. Before him sat a small cottage. The outside bore some signs of neglect and disrepair, but not too much more than the other houses on the street. The curtains were drawn shut in every window. He wandered up to the door and rapped against it in an exact tune, the sequence agreed upon by him and the occupants long ago. A grin spread as he swung the door open and stepped inside. Inside were three coyote youths sat in a circle on the floor. They were seemingly in the middle of a game, wherein they each took turns twirling a small spinning top. To each of their sides were piles of books. Zack grinned to them, and they lifted their heads to return smiles to him. They sprang up and rushed over to him, all three latching onto him. He wrapped his own arms around them to complete the group hug. "Ezekiel, Isaiah, and Balaam, how you've grown! You're gonna be even taller than I am some day!" Zack chirped. "Taller than you? I hope not! I see the way you have to duck your head to even come in here, Zack!" sneered Balaam. Zack burst into laughter and ruffled his mop of hair. All four of them wandered over to the center of the room together. As Zack sat down, he pinched the stem of the spinning top and gave it a twirl. "Now, I hope you boys haven't been playing games all of the time. You've been studying as well, yes?" Zack interrogated with a warm smile. The three boys looked to each other, then grinned to him sheepishly. "Well, we play the games sometimes!" said Isaiah. "... A lot of the time." added Ezekiel. "Though to be fair," interjected Balaam, "We mostly do it as part of the trick you taught us. Y'know, if we think the guards are coming, shift the books aside and play the game, so we don't get caught." Zack turned his gaze to each as they spoke, his grin growing wider and wider. "Well, I know I push you real hard, but what's life without a bit of fun every now and then anyhow?" Zack snickered, then peered at the top, which had by now settled on its side. "More importantly, how'd I do?" He rubbed his hands eagerly. "Well, uh. You got a bad side. You lost." Balaam explained, trying to hold back a laugh. "Gotta hand over your stuff, bucko!" Isaiah snickered, doing a worse job than Balaam at containing his amusement. Zack laughed and shook his head. He swung his staff over and unbound the bindle. He sat the bag before the three boys and unfurled it, letting its contents fall out. Numerous gaudy, intricate trinkets spilled forth. Ezekiel, Balaam and Isaiah immediately started examining each item. "Tried to bring you back more stuff to play with this time. When learning magic, it's best to see how the professionals do it. So, by all means, poke and prod and break these magic devices to see how they work. They only cost me many week's lunches, after all." Zack said as he fell onto his back, his arms wrapped behind his head, an ankle rested over the other. "So you're telling us it's okay to take breaks from study to have fun, and now you're giving us more homework?" said Isaiah teasingly. "Study -is- fun, isn't it? Besides, it's the only way any of you are ever gonna be as powerful as big bro - me." said Zack idly, finishing with a yawn. At this, all three pounced upon him, lightly bashing him with their balled hands. Zack squirmed and giggled under their combined assault. When he grew tired of this, Zack launched his counter attack, and soon had Balaam and Isaiah under either arm. Ezekiel had bolted off. Zack burst into laughter. "Hey, put up a good fight this time," said Zack, admiringly, "And why is it important to put up a good fight, little ones?" "Life punishes weakness." Isaiah and Balaam recited in near unison. Ezekiel's voice joined them from the other room. Zack released the two from their headlock and nodded, a pleased grin on his face. "We're the last of the Itzhaks. There will come the day where I'm not going to be around to be strong for you all anymore. It's why you each gotta become powerful like me and keep what's left of our tribe alive." "You keep talking about keeping the tribe alive, but why haven't you met any nice nin'tah girlies yet, big bro?" jeered Balaam. Zack gave a stunned look, then some aghast laughter. This only increased the amusement of Balaam, and soon his brothers were snickering also. Zack suddenly grinned broadly, then leaned over, gripped the hem of Balaam's wool cap, and tugged it down over his face. Zack folded his arms as he watched Balaam stumble around, amused. Isaiah and Ezekiel now laughed at Balaam as he stumbled over. "You're lucky I promised the city watch I won't use my powers here, young man. I mean, it's the only reason they let me visit you lot in the first place." said Zack. "You're -still- seen as a threat?" Ezekiel said as his interest was caught by yet another one of the baubles Zack had brought him, consisting of a small orrery-esque structure, kept in eternal motion by its enchantments. "Ayup. Haven't done -anything- to the locals in, hell, years by now. But they don't want me making a mess of things" explained Zack as he slumped onto a rickety rocking chair in the corner, then let out a yawn. "They've been nicer to me this visit, though. They've told me I've got a week to stay with you guys."	Name: Zack Itzhak. Nickname/Alias: "Cackling Zack." Race: Nin'tah. Coyote. Gender: Male. Sexuality: Heterosexual. Age: 38. Additional Info Personality: Zack has the boundless jolliness and positivity of a man who knows accomplishment. While he has always been something of a prodigy when it comes to the arcane arts, this innate talent of his has only been sharpened throughout his life. He has outlasted many of his contemporaries. Far from imagining himself above and beyond everything, Zack loves nothing more than to face new obstacles and opponents that actually manage to challenge him. Death threats thrill and amuse him. While he undoubtedly has a high self-esteem, it has some how yet to cross the line to arrogance, as it is tempered with a realistic appreciation of the fact that there's still so much more he can achieve. However, he is something of a fanatic when it comes to building upon his skills and power. He eschews pomp and wealth, and generally keeps himself to rather spartan living conditions, especially when compared to the fancy, gaudy robes and accouterments of other wizards of his stature. It is quite easy to mistake him for a commoner, for he does little to advertise himself. He lets his deeds and achievements speak for him, rather than self-promotion. He comes across as quite callous and indifferent when it comes to any cause but his lust for ever greater knowledge and power. That being said, the power he endlessly seeks is more of a personal journey; he is no would-be conqueror or tyrant, and has yet to go out of his way to impose his will upon others. He also has something of a sadistic streak when the mood strikes him. However, despite his immense power, he shows remarkable restraint towards the poor targets of these whims of his, and instead prefers to toy with them through other means. Such torments are never wounding or lethal, although they're certainly frustrating and humiliating. Appearance: A rather tall, somewhat slender canine male. He tends to wear a robe-length, greenish-grey wool coat; tan pants; black leather gloves; long cavalry boots; and of course the red scarf. It is almost as if his default expression is a thin smile of constant amusement. Slung over a shoulder and crossing his chest is a strap bound to a sack which carries his tomes. A bindle is wrapped around the head of his staff, which carries other items, such as provisions. Height: 6'2. Weight: 142 lbs. Fight related Magic: Hexes. With particular emphasis on curses and conjuring dark energy. The taboo nature of his favored school of magic only serves to makes it more appealing to him, knowing he enjoys and embraces power that most deny themselves and cower away from. Class: Warlock. Weapons/Items: A relatively plain iron staff. Strengths: - A master, or quite close, in his particular school of magic. - He is quite quick on his feet, as he'd have to be, given he wears no armor and isn't the toughest person around. Weaknesses: - Due to his overwhelming focus on his arcane abilities, his capabilities as a martial fighter are just about useless. - It's not quite overconfidence, but his mentality where he sees threats as entertaining challenges to be overcome, rather than life or death situations, can at times cloud his judgment. Techniques: It really depends. In most cases he tries to resolve situations efficiently and mindfully despite his overwhelming power, which in practice is a bit like guiding a sledgehammer to the precise structural weakpoints in a building to level it in as few swings as possible. If he is in a more toying, sadistic mood, he will prolong the fight for as long as he can. Flavor:
7,798	207	18	982	1,162	A small grin rose form the lion's lips as the Shael agreed to his offer, having company was nice to have, and much better when it was just one or two. The avian did show an impressive feat of magic from the fight with the Wurm earlier, his aim was...less than stellar to say the least but his skills with lightning magic were definitely not to be underestimated, definitely a welcome addition. The vulpine was rather good as well, certainly not the best the lion has seen but there certainly was skill to back him up and certainly looked like he could handle himself well, still he looked...hesitant, a little distant. The lion could understand however, as the sudden flow of events could certainly shake one individual, what more if it involved a Wurm that could've easily decimated everything in its path? The fox eventually excused himself from the group, and the lion decided if he should follow. He glanced back at the ave and nodded at him, telling him that they should find shelter soon and a look for a nearby city. Ymahr looked back at the ruined temple and sighed, all that effort was certainly in vain. He wouldn't have mind exploring the place. Suddenly, a loud roar came from the forest where the fox went to. He sat up from his position and prepare his spear, motioning for the ave to follow. He grunted, not even a moment of respite and here they were fighting another monster in this forest, the lion saw it and was about to lunge, only for thing to fade into thin air, eliciting a confused response from the feline. His ears perked up as he heard the a mighty wingbeat, he looked up only to see two unfamiliar silhouette's flying off in the distance carrying the Wurm they had just slain. With a groan. the lion let down his spear, as he glanced at his two compatriots. There certainly was no use chasing the hoodlums as they were already far off in the horizon, they may have better uses for the beast anyway, whether it was for better or worse, the lion could only hope that it was the former. "It certainly won't do us any good standing here, let's get moving." Without another word, the lion began to walk forward, in hopes that civilization would be nearby. Idly, he wonders how far his two newfound allied will take him.	"I seek strength to protect, not to kill." Basics Name: Ymahr Shir. Race: Lah'na, a Lion specifically. Gender: Male. Age: 33. Additional Info Personality: At first glance, many would think that this feline is nothing but a cold brute without any goals, simply wandering for eternity. And while that may be partly true, Ymahr tends not to heed the whispers of strangers and let it get to him, for they are free to say what they want, so as long as they do not intrude in his mission. While definitely no has-been, he feels out of touch with many youths and adolescents that he feels he may as well be a senile old man, and while it does not bother him that much, it does bring back a painful memory of the past for him, something that he wishes not to ponder on. The lion is calm, tactical and collected. Preferring to think of a more logical or safer approach rather than facing danger head-on, his wisdom and intellect however becomes a double-edged sword when it begins to mix with his emotions and feelings. They clash like water and oil and often proves difficult for him to express as such. Rather than staying with groups, Ymahr finds peace in being alone, something that has stayed with him ever since he wandered. Due to his years of traversing the roads in his pursuit of strength, he comes off as an anti-social person as his time alone was most certainly not spent with many. Despite this, he is also shown to be well-meaning and selfless, he simply prefers not to show it often. He tends to cling to the past often, it is something that both drives him forward and pulls him towards his own downfall. Appearance: Ymahr is a tall, and athletically-built lion, something that stems from his various battles during his travels. His fur is mostly tawny-colored, with his chest-area and lower muzzle being mainly white, whereas his mane consists mostly of a dirty-yellow color. The lion's face is almost-always filled a stern expression, almost as if he is expressing slight irritation from his surroundings. His armor-if you could call it that-consists of a simple scarf adorned with a small trinket, a cloth belt and a simple pair of pants. On his right hand, he wields a gauntlet that is purely aesthetic. Height: 6'2". Weight: 190 lbs. Fight related Magic: Miracles. He has a strong preference towards defense instead of recovery. Class: Vagabond. Weapons/Items: A gold spear, and what little he considers as "armor". Strengths: Brute Strength - Even without his magic and spear, Ymahr is a formidable foe up close and is willing to use his bare hands to confront foes. Agile - Though not as dexterous as many of his kind, his speed is above average and he tends to incorporate it in his fights where his defense is one of his biggest enemies. Instinct - He may be an anti-social one, but those who manage to befriend this lion will find that he is willing to cross limits in order to protect those what little he calls "friends", even if it includes putting his life on the line just to ensure their survival and/or safety. Weaknesses: Solace in Solitude - Prefers to be alone, he is hesitant to rely on the aid of others unless it was a matter of life and death. Lion's Pride - In addition to the above, if he ever finds himself allying with another, Ymahr will often prioritize himself rather than his allies. He may heal and tend to their wounds once in a while but that would be about it, unless that person happens to be someone important to him that is. Sticks and Stones - Prone to taunting the enemy and can easily underestimate them just from their appearances. This doesn't apply to just enemies though, he calls them as he sees them, for better or worse. He does not to bear any ill will, but rather to bear witness the potential of his adversaries. Expose' - Tends not to use armor and cover himself up as it gets in the way of his dexterity. As a result, he is vulnerable to many attacks, both physical and magical. To remedy this, he tends to rely on casting barriers for defense or using some of his agility to safely dodge incoming attacks instead. Techniques: Ymahr prefers to confront enemies from a mid-to-close distance, using his spear to attack from a safe range with quick pokes and thrusts. He tends not to close-in on an enemy until he sees a viable opening, at which point he switches to a more aggressive fighting style that relies more on cornering the opponent and tiring them out with repeated stabs, even using fisticuffs if his spear would-somehow-be unavailable. He tends to alternate between a defensive and offensive style, depending on the situation. When it comes to using his magic in fighting however, he almost always tries to start every fight by casting a barrier on himself to lessen the damage he receives. As mentioned above, while he may be uncomfortable fighting with allies, that doesn't mean he won't be willing to spare a moment of his time to aid them however.
7,799	208	0	157	3,052	Daeron: Tevinter Border Fort Daeron sat outside the Chantry gates offering food to a group of children that he the last patrol had picked up. He planed for them to be sent to Wheisshaupt Fortress to help care for the aging building. They would travel along with his Warden Recruits and a senior Warden. However right now he was awaiting his team, a call had gone out and answers had come from unlikely sources. Daeron would soon have a team of mages, warriors, and other assorted champions at his back. They had been told they were searching for an Archdemon but the truth was, they were searching for one of the seven. Seven high priests of the old gods had become the original Darkspawn, one was dead and the Warden commander claimed another to be dead as well. Daeron waved Valya as she walked the walls with three of her comrades, the other Grey Wardens from her joining. The mage Elf was from the city, an alienage to be precise she always asked him about being Dalish and he always told her stories of it. They had been working together for years, on something Wardens had kept secret and in waiting. The Elf patted a young human boy on the head as he got up and walked up to the gate. This old Fort was set along a road that lead right into the heart Tevinter, Soldiers from the Anderfels, Grey Wardens, and dwarves fresh from Kal'Sharok have arrived to defend and drive back any Dark spawn. The dwarves seem eager to fight Darkspawn alongside them, perhaps it was simply the hatred they had for the beast. From up in the watch tower he heard the call of one of the lookouts. "Darkspawn raiding party! I can't make out a number but the it looks like at least thirty. Inside the Chantry they began to sing, they thought faith would save or at least faith in their protectors. He hadn't time to go check if his comrades had arrived, Daeron the ranking Grey Warden began to issue orders. "All Wardens to the stables. Warden recruits to the walls along with the Dwarves, lets make it quick people!" He yelled as they all scrambled up into their positions. The Darkspawn had entered the valley below when the first arrows hit them. The Darkspawn did not fear much, nor retreat yet what came next made them pause as if to question the reality of the situation. Five Grey Wardens, Daeron out in front of them came over the wall on Griffons, the majestic creatures had been rediscovers nearly fifteen years ago thanks to Valya and her breeding program they now had well over fifty griffons. Daeron had been working with them to train and relearn the lost art of griffon combat, Daeron released arrows, Valya let of spells other dived driving lances and sword into the unprepared creatures. They had numbers but now the they had flight. From the walls he heard cheers as refugees and soldiers alike cheered for the Wardens. Right now they were most deadly things in the sky. As the Darkspawn thinned and eventually began to retreat he landed back in the court yard the other Wardens going out after them. Petting Storm Beak's mane he smiled. "Very good girl, you showed those Darkspawn huh? I'm gonna give you a nice rub down and a sheep for dinner, sound good Beaky?" The Griffon responded by putting it's wing over him and cawing in strange bird-like roar.	Name: Daeron Sabrae Age: 23 Sex: Male Race: Elf Allegiance: Grey Wardens Class/Sub-class: Rogue: Ranger Appearance: Abilities: Master Ranger: "You know why I lead out here Ser Knight? Simply, you've got a horse. I've got wolves." -The Ranger can call upon animals of the forest to aid them in battle. Coup De Grace: "As a Grey Warden you must learn not only to be lethal but a show off, the easier the make it you look the more invincible people believe you are." -A sudden and swift attack by a rogue that if it catches any enemy off guard ends their life, spectacularly. Evasion: "The best way to win is not to get hit." -Quick thinking and instinct make hitting the target rather difficult. Device mastery: "Wardens make a lot of trips in the Deep roads, Dwarves make complex locks and traps to keep people out so you learn to beat them or die." -Able to disable any trap or lock given enough time. Dual Weapon mastery: "The trick here is to know how to act and react. Using two weapons is much more difficult then hiding behind a shield." -A user who can perform a dance of death with his twin blades. Master Archer: "To kill a Darkspawn with a single arrow is tough, their hides are thick and they move wildly and don't get me started on vitals." -The archer can pick off targets at longer ranges and can track targets others cannot. Master Coercion: "Wardens are good at fighting but I have bonus of being good at talking. Now lets be civil and talk this out." -A silver tongued devil who convince most people to help or aid them. Personality: A youthful optimist with a belief in what the Grey Wardens are doing is right. With a passion for animals and the outdoors in general. Generally he tries to live by Dalish principles however living in the Shem's world has curved some of that. His loyalty and dedication have risen him through the ranks as well as how seriously he takes battles. A solemn believer that the Wardens stand as against the greatest evil of all, the Darkspawn. History: Born into the Sabrae clan four years after the Blight he grew up hunting and learning the skills of his clan however he wished to follow the Hero of Ferelden. With the Elves having a home in the Hinterlands many clans unite their sharing knowledge yet each keeps to a group forming communities. Over time Elves would begin to build more permanent homes, of course this would anger the Arl's who worried if the Elves would soon have a seat among them. Of course the keepers would vote on things for their clan elect a leader to send as a diplomat to landsmeets and such. Daeron was selected at age eighteen to join the Grey Wardens, undertaking his joining alone he survived and went on to become Constable of the Grey in only two years. With this outstanding achievement he would be called by the first warden to undertake a secret project in the Anderfels. Now after three years a new blight has risen and his special project could be just the thing to save them all. Currently stationed along the border of Tevinter and Anderfels Daeron is recruiting Grey Wardens. He was selected to be the leader of the strike for his ability to keep secrets and for his unique skills. He has been given everything he needs to conduct several joining and bring new member into the order. Even know with the Grey Wardens ranks swelling more than ever they must increase their number as this Blight has gone on to long unchecked. He waits for the strike in a fort near Kal'Sharok a large garrison their having held off a number of raids as the Darkspawn ravage and destroy Tevinter.

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