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 Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2017 3:02 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2017 6:55 pm
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Who Am I…| My name...my last name was Takeda Saitou. Before that it was Akihara. Before that, Shirai...I think I'll just go by Takeda alone now.
How Old Am I…| I lived a long time...I can't remember anymore. Though if I had to guess, I'm sixteen now. That was the oldest someone could be when they got captured.
What Gender Am I...| I'm a male.
When Was I Born...| The twenty-sixth of April.
What Are My People...| Korean.
What Frame Am I...| My heavier frame came later in life, so I've been reduced to a Medium one now.
How Tall Am I...| 5'9"
And How Heavy...| 179 lbs. (300+ with Black Steel in the equation.)
What Do I Look Like...| As far as I can recall, I've always looked fairly average. Any notable features may have been the black lines near my cheeks beneath my eyes or the oddly colored sclera I had. Such things...I don't have them anymore, as a result of my crystallization. Now my eye color is grey as it was when I was a child, and my hair is a messy mix of both black and white. My canines are fanged from my time as the Dog Sage, though I haven't retained my other attributes. My body is unscarred through my time as a Jiongu due to natural reasons, save for a bad scar on my right shoulder that I let remain out of spite at the time. The tattoo I received from Kirigakure back when Jack was still in control has left, though the ink I had placed afterward remains. My weapons, armor, commendations. All of it is gone now, though they used to decorate me when I was on-duty. What I wear now is a shallow attempt at imitation. A large cloak of fabric and wool fur alike protects me from the cold. WIth it, I wear a high-collared, button-down coat that also has fur at its cuffs. Past there are my gauntlets. Someone told me long ago that wearing sheer metal in the cold just builds up water and adds to that chill, so I've made sure that whatever armor I wear has a fabric base. That includes the clawed gauntlets on my arms, with thin leather acting as the piece holding it all together. Beneath the coat is a black and red doublet with embroidered paned sleeves.
My shoulders are typically adorned with sleek plate pauldrons, while I make sure to keep some protection at my thighs as well. My boots have plate attachments as they come up to reach my knees as well. Oh, there's a red ribbon adorning the front of my coat, and a scarf of the same color I tend to keep around my waist. It's from an old friend, I try to keep it on me at least somewhere at all times.
Where Am I From...| I was a Shinobi in Kirigakure, though it's not where my I pledge my allegiance.
Did I Belong...| Belong? That's a funny word to describe it. I was a Jiongu by birth and lived that way up to the very end. The...events of my capture led to me having control over a culmination of black steel and blood.
What Am I Like...: I'm the monster. That's how it seemed for a large portion of my life at least. Try telling your teammate why you need to take this heart or why you just survived that greatsword through the chest. Sometimes I feel like my path should've led towards villainy. To be honest, it would have if Jack never set me on the right path. When I was younger, I had a short fuse. Maybe I just couldn't accept the things I lost. Perhaps I felt like the world owed me something for taking it all away from me. When I coupled that with the treatment I got for my bloodline, I felt like the world was against me. Jack's death made me realize that I needed to let go of the past, but honor it all the same. The dead won't be satisfied with rage. Not if they cared about you. I learned to look past myself and accept others, but...it's hard. It's never been easy for me to make friends. Things get more difficult when I try to help people understand me.
I mellowed a fair bit with age. I stopped trying so hard to make friends with others and instead focused on helping those who needed it. The people who I ended up getting close to...I didn't need to try. It just came naturally. I used to be addicted to the good feeling that friendship offered. Attachment is nice, but it doesn't work for the one who outlives all others. I kept towards myself towards the final years of my old life. It...got to me. Seeing others grow old and wither away. That was the one bad habit I couldn't kick. Pushing others back, being alone. Things...are different now, and I want to break all those old traits. I do what's best for me. The world is going to watch me grow, and I'll be the greatest at whatever I can do. I want to help others. I know death is inevitable. Even for myself now. Rather than base my interactions around that, I want to protect others to have them live their lives as long and full as possible. As for myself? ...I'll worry about that later.
What Did I Believe In...: I used to believe in protecting Kirigakure so that the tragedies of the past would never happen again. That was before my falling out with leadership. Now what I believe in...has to do with the amount of time I have left. With this last and only life, I want to do something worthwhile.
What Am I Good At...: I've always held a rather intimidating presence. It's something I tend to pride myself in at times. I don't back down when challenged, I never will. I'll constantly prove myself to make that challenger eat their words, force them to feel my ire. I can't say that I'm powerful when it comes to my bloodline, since...well, I've never really used it. I know what I have, but I've yet to use it in combat or even train with it. I can say that I feel a threatening amount of potential for versatility. Lastly, I've always had a sturdy body that has served me well in close combat. I've been physically strong for as long as I can remember, while I'm nowhere near as powerful to the past version of myself, I should still be able to muster up some considerable strength.
What Am I Terrible At...: Long distance is where I falter the most. It is a weakness that I plan to be rid of in the future, but as it is now, I serve much better as a wall for those I would call my allies. I'm also ashamed to admit that I'm far from a tactician. Most of my knowledge comes when I'm already waist-deep in trouble. It's...all instinct, I couldn't tell you why I thought of what I did or what I even was thinking at the time. Yeah, that can be a boon, but not when it comes to the time where careful preparation is actually important. That's dangerous when it's coupled with the fact that I seriously will not back down when slighted. If there's nobody around to let me know that it's probably a bad idea, I'll stand up to anyone who looks down on me.
What Do I Fear...: Admittedly, I don't fear much anymore. The longer I live, the less sensitive I become to the world. My fear of death is stronger than ever since I know that I'm not as well-protected as I was back then. I still don't want to see anyone in my care fall to pain or death, and that's something I'd always do anything to avoid. If there's anything else...well, I'm kind of scared of becoming a Jiongu again. I know that there are still some tendrils within my body, I know I haven't completely eradicated who I once was. I can accept this version of myself, but...I don't really want to be the monster again.
What Have I Experienced...: "I am the epitome of my own demise."
Takeda was born into a tribe on the outskirts of the water country, his mother a lovely woman of the void bloodline while his father was the "scout/runner" of the tribe. A man of the Jiongu bloodline, someone that isn't so fresh in Takeda's memory. At least one moment that stands out was the night that his tendrils first appeared, different from anything that anyone had seen before. They attacked him in his sleep, waking him only to pain as his father cut his newly-grown appendages into pieces. Memories were abundant in his early childhood of tears and blood.
Blood....
Blood...
(I'm burnt OUT, I'll update this bio asap, but for now I'm more focused on getting this approved)
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What Was I to My Home...} I was a hunter nin for Kirigakure.
How Experienced Was I...| I was an A rank Shinobi, but ended up an S-rank Dog Sage after I left the village.
How Do I Experience Life...|
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→• Perserverance: When the going gets tough, the tough get going. Takeda's never been one to back down, even when the odds aren't stacked in his favor. When suffering damage from an attack that leaves noitceable impact, the former Jiongu tanks through the pain and pushes forwards regardless. He gains an extra activation for the sake of attacking in such scenarios, further attributing to his "all or nothing" fighting style. He doesn't run away, he clashes everything he has against the opposition.
→• Origins: Gains the passive traits of Koton.
What Are My Limitations...|
→ Chakra Pool → 100
→→• Red.
→→• A glyph appears at Takeda's feet, sending up bursts and wisps of blood red chakra.
→→→• Doton
→→→• Suiton
→ Stamina Pool → 100
→ Archetype → Fighter
→ Statistics
► Stats:
»» +2 Power
► Starting Package:
»» +100 Chakra
»» +100 Stamina
»» +150 Ryo
»» +2 Stages [Bukijutsu or Taijutsu]
»» +2 Proficiency Points
→→→Power →☆☆☆☆☆
→→→Agility →•☆☆☆
→→→Intelligence → ☆☆
→→→Chakra → ☆☆
_____________ [│║║█║▌][ώ ђ Ⱥ ț __ђ Ⱥ ѷ Ә__Ӌ Φ ʋ__đ Φ ɳ Ә…]
How Much Ryo Do I Have...| 300 Ryo
How Much Experience Do I Have...| 00, 000 Exp
What Have I Laid Claim To...|
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What Skills Have I Learned...|
→• 5x Foraging
→• 3x Poison Making
→• 2x Potion Making
What Am I Proficient In...|
→• Single Handed Medium Weapons (1) ► Longsword ( 1 E )
→• • Weapon & Shield Combat (1) ► Medium & Shield ( 1 E )
What Can I Do...|
→ Ninjutsu → 00 // 00
→ Genjutsu → 00 // 00
→ Eisejutsu → 00 // 00
→ Fuinjutsu → 00 // 00
→ Stages of Learning [Bukijutsu] → 00 // 02
→ Stages of Learning [Taijutsu] → 00 // 01
→ Skill Points → 10 // 10
→ Proficiency Points → 04 // 04
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What Do I Carry...|
Longsword
Kite Shield
Plate Armor
Doublet
Weather Clothes
Hidden Pockets Clothing
Backpack
Skinning Knife
Mess Kit
Oiled Waterskin
4-Person Pop Up Tent
Blanket
Medium Satchel (Left Hip)
Fishing Hook x4
Whetstone x12
Soap
Flint/Steel x4
Large Sack
What Techniques Do I Possess...| Black Steel Manipulation
Quote: Maruton: Doron • Suiton • Black Steel • Blood • Quote: ▬▬┤|G e n j u t s u
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2017 12:19 am
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Who Am I…| Hanako Hide-Hiraite
How Old Am I…| I look to be about fifteen...which is a bit odd. I don't think that's right... I was older than that before...
What Gender Am I...| I am female..
When Was I Born...| April 24
What Are My People...| Japanese
What Frame Am I...| Light
How Tall Am I...|5' 4"
And How Heavy...|125lbs
What Do I Look Like...| Crystal blue eyes with snowy white hair that flows down my back, framing my lovely curves. I am usually adorned in silk kimonos like the one pictured here. When I am fighting, I usually have a shortened Kimono designed for shinobi.
Where Am I From...| Born in Konohagakure, but I moved to Kumo later on.
Did I Belong...| Raigyo
What Am I Like...: To my friends, I am loving, caring, and would do anything for them. To my enemies, I am sadistic and often times a beautifully terrifying sight. I am generally friendly and an overall nice person. I speak my mind about things and often times gives very solid advice. However, I can be somewhat fragile when it comes to ways of the heart, which is why I keep others at a distance, making me seem shy. My husband and children are my guiding light and are the most beautiful things in my life. Mess with that and I will destroy you.
What Did I Believe In...: "Find Beauty in all Things. Cherish Those you Love."
What Am I Good At...: I have fast analytical and deductive reasoning. I am stealthy, adept at close combat, an expert homemaker, a skilled negotiator (Kinda have to be as the mother of twins), and adaptive to most situations.
What Am I Terrible At...: Trusting others has always been a bit of a hurdle for me.. I feel uneasy when I am away from my family too long. I can't let things go. Sometimes, I can be too honest about things, if asked. I have often times been called too quiet. My temper can sometimes get the best of me, though I try to remain composed (My husband is much better at this than I)
What Do I Fear...: Spiders. I just cant. Losing my children. Losing my husband, after going through hell to find him again. I refuse.
What Era Am I From...: Era of Madness
What Have I Experienced...: Being a direct descendant of Kioko Hide, I was born and raised by others to be proper and excel in all things as a child. I was raised by beauty, with beauty, surrounded by all things beautiful. Being a Raigyo, and a direct descendant, it was guaranteed that I would grow in beauty. However, being raised in that way didn't give me much in the ways of friendship and real connections. Sure, I felt empathy and what I was trained to do, but I never actually made personal ones. When I was old enough, I went through the academy fairly smoothly. I was kind of a loner, with the exception of one or two friends, not knowing quite how to make a connection from myself to another person. When I do make a connection, I cherish it. However, I show no mercy when it comes to foes.
After the Academy I became a shinobi of Konoha until I received a letter from a dear friend of mine from childhood. This beckoned me to find him, if only to see him just once again. There were unsaid feelings on both ends, it seemed. I travelled to Kumo and found him. The rest is history. We married, he became Raikage, we had the twins. It was true happiness...then I woke up from my dream to find myself alone....Where am I? Why was I 15 again? What has happened?
To be continued later...
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What Was I to My Home...} To Konoha, I was a shinobi from the direct line of Hide. To Kumogakure, I was wife of the Raikage and mother to the twins.
How Experienced Was I...| I was an A rank Shinobi.
How Do I Experience Life...|
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→• A Mother's Love → When her children have been directly targeted, or harmed in some fashion, the cause of either is going to see a side of Hanako that they aren't ready to see. From this point on, until battle ends or the child is out of harms direct way, Hanako hits harder than a tank (not really), making sure every strike that lands is gonna punish. When utilizing physical strike, Hanako will receive a 1 rank increase to the Strength Rank of techniques named and unnamed, as long as the outcome requires the swinging of a weapon to physically harm them.
→• Wife of the Samurai: At one point in their life, Soraru taught Hanako some bukijutsu with the use of a fan he had gifted her many years before. This gave way to her style of tessenjutsu (Art of the Japanese War Fan). When using the bladed fans(any type of war fan), she pays half the stamina for her attacks. On the other hand, she cannot use any weapon without exceptional training. (Requires another PA usage or extenuating circumstances)
→• Multitasker: The ability to cast ninjutsu with one hand
What Are My Limitations...|
→ Chakra Pool → 125
→→• Chakra Color- Bright Crystal blue with purple swirls
→→• Chakra Materialization-Hanako's chakra materializes in the form of flower petals breezing off of her, fluttering in a whirlwind around her.
→→→• Wind
→→→• Fire
→ Stamina Pool →125
→ Archetype → Mystic
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→→→Power → 2
→→→Agility → 2
→→→Intelligence → 4
→→→Chakra → 4
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How Much Ryo Do I Have...| 00, 100 Ryo
How Much Experience Do I Have...| 00, 000 Exp
What Have I Laid Claim To...|
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→• Potion Making ►2
→• Brewery►1
→• Baking►3
→• Field Triage►3
→• Identification►2
→• Gene Splicing►1
What Am I Proficient In...|
→• Single-handed light weapons (1) ► War fans (1 E)
→• Single handed medium weapons (1) ► Katana (1 E)
What Can I Do...|
→ Ninjutsu → 00 // 08
→ Genjutsu → 00 // 05
→ Eisejutsu → 00 // 01
→ Fuinjutsu → 00 // 01
→ Stages of Learning [Bukijutsu] → 00 // 00
→ Stages of Learning [Taijutsu] → 00 // 00
→ Skill Points → 12 // 12
→ Proficiency Points → 04 // 04
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What Do I Carry...|
Short kimono with a Bladed Fan that Soraru made Hanako tucked into her obi, along with a short bow on her person. A hatchet, 2 ropes, a mess kit, a skinning knife, 2 blankets, a bed roll, soap, a sewing needle, and an oiled waterskin are contained in the large sack.
Scrolls
Katon - C-rank - Goukakyuu no Jutsu, Hidoko no Jutsu, Kita no Jutsu
Doton - C-rank - Doryuusou
Other:
•Gravy Boat
•Gravy Train
•Ham Whip
•Lawn Turkey
What Techniques Do I Possess...| Shinteki Ijutsu [Mental Medicine]
Quote: Maruton: {Your first element's name} •Fuuton {Your second element's name} •Katon {Other jutsu type's name} • Bloodline Quote: ▬▬┤|G e n j u t s u
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2017 5:42 pm
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Royal Taorito Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2017 9:47 pm
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Who Am I…| Kamimoto, Kenshin[神本 剣信]
How Old Am I…| 16
What Gender Am I...| Male
When Was I Born...| September 5
What Are My People...| Japanese
What Frame Am I...| Medium
How Tall Am I...| 174 cm
And How Heavy...| 73 kg
What Do I Look Like...| {Describe in detail, especially if Image is not what you are wearing}
Where Am I From...| Mizu no Kuni
Did I Belong...| The Hakemoto Clan | Applciation | Approval
What Am I Like...: Soft-spoken, serene and humble Kenshin is always willing to put others before himself, both in terms of well-being and social standing, he usually refers to others with the noble honorifics. Kenshin doesn't hesitate to put himself in the path of harm to shield those around him. Kenshin refrains from wielding his strength for his own sake, drawing his sword only for the well-being of others, though he is unwilling to simply be killed by attackers. However, when forced to draw his sword, Kenshin's calm temperament gives way to a marked intensity capable of intimidating others. When someone threatens Ai he immediately abandons his serene humility, and adopts a more cold and distant demeanor, often making vicious, bloodthirsty threats.
What Did I Believe In...: Bushido
What Am I Good At...: Unarmed Combat | Fighting with a katana, wakizashi, and Yumi | Combating Spirits/Demons
What Am I Terrible At...: Ninjutsu | Genjutsu | Fuuinjutsu
What Do I Fear...: Watching Ai die in front of him again | Loosing Ai | His past
What Era Am I From...: Era of Attention
What Have I Experienced...: Kenshin was born into the Kamimoto family of the Hakemoto Clan. The Kamimoto were a clan of Samurai that followed the teachings of the Hakemoto by keeping the spirits and demons in check but kept a front of being normal Samurai. Kenshin himself was the second child of the head of the family and was extremely gifted in the techniques of the Hakemoto but not a true prodigy. He was trained from a young age, around five, to be both a martial warrior, and to fight the supernatural that went out of control. Not long after Kenshin had finished his training, an Uchiha from Mizu no Kuni came to his family to hire a guard for his daughter. Kenshin's father, thinking that it would be a good way to get the young Samurai some real-life experience, granted the lord permission to hire Kenshin as a retainer for his daughter. The two were awkward at first, but as the years passed they became friends, and possibly more. Wherever Ai went, Kenshin was always there. The night that Hisato murdered Ai, Kenshin was there too and slew the man, but was too late to save Ai. As atonement, he took his own life shortly after.
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What Was I to My Home...} N/A
How Experienced Was I...| E-Rank
How Do I Experience Life...|
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→• Ai's Retainer: When fighting in the presense of Ai, the speed and strength of Kenshin's Bukijutsu and Taijutsu are increased by a rank. This bonus only occurs if Ai is in immediant danger.
→• Supernatural Hunter: Is able to take both the Yin and the Yang Karmatic options for the Hakemoto.
→• Addtional 2 Weapon Proficiencies
What Are My Limitations...|
→ Chakra Pool → 100
→→• Amethyst
→→• Dragon head surrounding him
→→→• Raiton
→→→• Fuuton
→ Stamina Pool → 100
→ Archetype → Athlete
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→→→Power → ☆☆☆☆
→→→Agility → ☆☆☆☆
→→→Intelligence → ☆☆☆
→→→Chakra → ☆
_____________ [│║║█║▌][ώ ђ Ⱥ ț __ђ Ⱥ ѷ Ә__Ӌ Φ ʋ__đ Φ ɳ Ә…]
How Much Ryo Do I Have...| 00, 000 Ryo
How Much Experience Do I Have...| 00, 000 Exp
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→• Survival: Foraging | 2
→• Survival: Field Triage | 2
→• Chemistry: Poultices | 2
→• Chemistry: Potionmaking | 1
→• Cooking: Roastery | 1
→• Herbology: Identification | 2
What Am I Proficient In...|
→• Single Handed Light Weapons [Wakizashi]
→• Single Handed Medium Weapons [Katana]
→• Medium Ranged Weapon
→• Two Weapon Combat [Light/Medium]
What Can I Do...|
→ Ninjutsu → 00 // 00
→ Genjutsu → 00 // 00
→ Eisejutsu → 00 // 00
→ Fuinjutsu → 00 // 00
→ Stages of Learning [Bukijutsu] → 00 // 02
→ Stages of Learning [Taijutsu] → 00 // 02
→ Skill Points → 10 // 10
→ Proficiency Points → 06 // 06
_____________ [│║║█║▌][ώ ђ Ⱥ ț __đ Φ__Ӌ Φ ʋ__ђ Ⱥ ѷ Ә…]
What Do I Carry...|
Backpack
Flint and Steel
Pen
Skinning Knife
Whetstone x4
Oiled Waterskin
Blanket
Bedroll
Two Person Tent
Normal Clothing (Black Montsuki Kimono, white tabi, waraji, white nagajuban, black hakama, light blue haori)
Katana
Wakizashi
Kozane Armor
What Techniques Do I Possess...|
Quote: Maruton: Eiseijutsu• Chiyute No Jutsu: Karui [Healing Hands Technique: Minor] | C-rank Raiton• Fūton• Hakemoto• Quote:
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2017 12:46 am
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Who Am I…|
Ai Masanari ]Uchiha | "I have a name? Ai. I am Ai, that's all I remember."
How Old Am I…|
16 Years of Age, Formerly 27. | "I... Don't remember, I look Sixteen but I feel much... much older."
What Gender Am I...|
Female | "I am Female of course. That I am certain of"
When Was I Born...|
7/12 | "I think I remember my date of birth. Yeah... Seventh Month, Twelfth Day."
What Are My People...|
Mongolian/Caucasian | "I'm a mixed blood, my skin's fair and my hair dark."
What Frame Am I...|
Super Light formerly Medium | "I'm... small.. I could swear I used to weigh more."
How Tall Am I...|
5'2''
And How Heavy...|
103lbs
What Do I Look Like...|
"I have medium length black hair, my body is thin and almost petite with little fat. I look to be about Sixteen and I definitely look the part, I'm not as tall as I used to be. My eyes are a dark brown to the point they look almost black, my skin is fair as I am from the Fog-Covered Islands of the Water Country, my eyes and features however are reminiscent of those from the Lightning Country. My clothing from when I awoke bear markings from a time I am not familiar with with a Mon displaying an Uchiwa fan, red and white in color. I tend to favor long sleeve shirts, heavy cargo pants with a vest right over the top of that. I tend to dress for the weather, but I like to wear dark colors and light gear when weather permits. I don't... carry weapons normally, but I am actually a pretty decent shot with a crossbow. "
Where Am I From...|
"I distinctly remember the ocean and the constant fog, everything is a haze and I can't remember much else." |"I am from where the waters knew no end, from where the sky was constantly overcast and land shrouded in the densest of Fog. Kirigakure, we lived on an island off the mainland that was owned by my Father's Branch of the Clan.
Did I Belong...|
Unknown to Self but belongs to the Uchiha | Direct Descendant of the Uchiha Bloodline
What Am I Like...:
"I... don't like talking to a lot of people, my nerves get the best of me and I feel like my heart lurches from my throat. I get along with most people when I don't feel threatened or I am more comfortable with them. There is a man who stands out above a few others, at least he is kind and I appreciate his help. There are a lot of feelings I do not understand, I am scared of confrontation and I dislike violence immensely. But I do what I have to do for survival, even if I have to fight myself. I have a strange knowledge of things that I don't know where or how I learned, I know general tactics and I feel... strangely at ease when I have a tactical advantage.. I like exploring and learning about this strange world, I feel compelled to discover my roots and origins. Part of me feels like it's been shattered, my mind is empty of everything but questions and there's a complete lack of answers." | "There was a time when I had been ruthless, ambitious for the family yet I still cared for the common people. I lived in the shadow of my brother and had always been jealous of him. Another man around me when I been younger was a gentleman, loyal no matter what I had done and curt. Never knew how he felt about me, always a kind man and he was compassionate while I admired him. No. I loved him but I never said it, always been too scared -- just that he was always there for me and I never knew why.
What Did I Believe In...:
"I believe that history must be preserved, that the world must not repeat past mistakes. I am always interested in the past, the future and the potential of human life on this planet. Before, I used to believe in the Clan, the betterment of not only myself but the people I was responsible for. The village was my duty, and the people were to be my duty to protect and so I worked the shadows for what ailed me prevented much else.
What Am I Good At...:
~Knowledge: "My mind is cloudy of anything I should know, but I know a lot from my body's memory and I retain experience. I am able to recall vague details of tactical maneuvers, weapons and most of whatever I had went through. I feel as though I were several years older than I am now."
~Ranged Combat: "It has always been my thing I find to stay back and observe. I am quick to make a move and attack before anything gets to me."
~Information:"I am at my best when I am studying and figuring out stuff to analyze such as history, documents and the like."
What Am I Terrible At...:
~Pacifist: "I am a pacifist at heart, I don't enjoy harming fellow human beings. I will only defend myself when I am pressed to fight, or if I have no choice. "
~Amnesia: "I forgot all about of who I am, where I came from and even parts of my memory hurt to recall. Even my present memory sometimes escapes me. [Suffers from mild dementia] "
~Flashbacks:"My memories sometimes come back, but the images are unclear and their meaning remain lost to me. I don't understand a lot of them and I sometimes feel a crushing pain in my chest. [Suffers from heartburn like pains and nausia.] "
What Do I Fear...:
~Love - I fear loving another person, for reasons I cannot remember or know the reason why...
~Losing Kenshin - This man is a familiar face in a sea of my foggy memory. I do not know why, but I'll be lost if I lose them.
~Spears - I... have a fear of these weapons, they strike a terror deep in my heart.
What Era Am I From...:
Era of Division & Era of Attention
What Have I Experienced...: "Ai was born during a time when the plague was known to the world, a time of strife and power struggle unlike anything in ages past. Her family were Uchiha, a branch that been worn over time from battles, political struggle and internal conflict in Kirigakure. Her father was a shinobi who lorded over more than just genin. He had an island of his own, vast power and was a central figure in his neck of the woods. Born into the Age of Division, Ai was one of two siblings who were both successors to the wealth of their father and below them were cousins and distant relatives. At that time, Ai and her brother Hisato were trained in the art of war against UHV forces advancing in rank within the Mist, attaining their own duties in the Oinin, loyal to the Uchiha and their village. Ai was less of a fighter as a militant analyst during raids and operations striking decisive blows to scores of their enemies, most of which Hisato was credited for the triumphs while Ai worked in the shadow.
Unlike her brother, Ai was very inept at most physical techniques with a untreatable illness that plagued her body in the respiratory system while her father and brother had the luck of the draw on not having it. Making up for her lack of physical prowess, she took to the books and used both cunning and wit in the strings the family pulled with local Yakuza -- striking deals and making treaties with gangs to ensure the safety of the island's people. She was a close friend to one individual, a childhood friend named Kenshin whom took up arms at her side to serve as her weapon and shield in times when she needed it. There was a lot of mystery between her and how he came to be her bodyguard, her own suspicions were there but she never questioned or insulted his loyalty -- only embraced it that much more. In the end official ruling had been that he was her guard and partner in combat to make up for her disabilities.
Along the way Hisato was gaining both favor and power during a time of madness, when all seemed well... a crippling attack had been laid out to the main village homeland that eventually spilled over to the Uchiha-run island, the minds of citizens breaking, kind-hearted men and women turned into the most brutal cutthroats. Shinobi, Samurai, Thugs, Farmers. They all were affected, each night the island was thrown into utter chaos which caused blame to be thrown at one another, Hisato turning utterly more ruthless and Ai's carefully held peace with common folk being pulled apart. The clan fell into disarray, even those unaffected were high strung and the civil war of the once close-knit Uchiha began -- both with each other and once precious allies. Ai was left unaffected, she had her loyal friend protecting her from a stray bout of madness one night of her cousin attempting to harm her. He was quickly put down before Ai could manage to do it herself, having been spared the horror of killing another of her Kin. Soon in the chaos, their father was killed during the many riots and a surprise attack of an unknown assailant -- a UHV spy whose allegiance was never discovered by her family. Confusion boiled over the once stable island, loyalties left unchecked and uncertainty plagued minds of who was sane or not and the true faces of man shown when the power vacuums showed in the following years.
In the midst of the chaos, mysterious disappearances went unnoticed and the rumor of disease and rot fell upon deaf ears as this branch of the Uchiha dwindled to numbers less than ten of direct descendants, only a handful more of any distant relatives who didn't have the bloodline. Only four remained of those who were able to awaken their eyes however, two of which were Hisato and Ai, the son and daughter of the late Eiji -- two who had been in recent years struggling not with others, but with one another. It wasn't unknown the two fought with words, Ai distraught over her brother's senseless rage and violence and Hisato belittling his younger sister over carelessness and disability to fight. A few years would pass as the island was lost to Uchiha control, once again returning to its former state of destitute lawlessness while the few remaining Uchiha kept word with the hidden village or left entirely -- only the son and daughter lingering behind to rebuild.
It was a few years into the new Era and the missing people who were unaccounted for during the civil war... were found -- to a point. The old rumors returned, death and fear gripped the hearts of many as the true face of the world was shown over time and Ai and Hisato were in the middle of wild speculation. Crystalline bodies were left unexplained, loss of the elderly bodies crushed to dust yet the young... remained, few of which were the retainers and distant relatives of the very Uchiha who yet remained. Ai was distraught when news hit, and a new civil war broke out between everyone with her unable to find any words to calm any of which she spoke to. Only chaos and her friend with the few loyal allies of hers there to repel thugs. The people wanted answers, and one man had an answer and had spread word of the true cause but would not say the true source. It happened one night during a meeting of Ai and Hisato, two sides that hadn't yet devolved completely.
There, the night began as Hisato, her own brother, garnered the people to his cause and used their wants for answers for his advantage in his own personal glory -- he spoke of the shadowy dealings Ai had done in the past, embellishing in elaborate inaccuracies to paint his younger sister in a light which made him saintly and her worse for wear. During the exchange, she spoke out against Hisato in a fit of rage but her words were futile as he egged his supporters in seeing how she reacts in defense - for only the guilty would do so. Ai's last words were, "What do you think I've done then?" to which he had answered with a smile, "For bringing the plague upon us, shadow dealer." It had been quick and a sharp, painful feeling as his spear found her abdomen and him close to her ear then. "And for taking what's mine." He had whispered, shortly before Ai fell with blurring vision and the last sound had been the sudden uproar of fighting. She heard her friend the moment she been stabbed and more so while she bled out, the fighting loud before the sound of someone dying. And then another. Then. Silence. The last of the Uchiha were gone from the island that day."
Time was a lost thought, death was a cold but peaceful embrace yet it wasn't the end of it. Ai's memories were shattered, broken and scattered to the web of fate. The plague that had taken those around the world... had laid its claim over the body of the Uchiha, for several years it was in a stasis that reversed the age and body yet death had a pronounced effect on the state of her body. Much of her muscle gone, fat and even she regressed in height -- her very age brought to roughly sixteen years. A new, small frail body that now lacked her disability but now with a mind wiped clean, personality fragmented and her formal powers lost to age and time. She was once known as Ai Masanari Uchiha -- now she was simply... Ai.
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What Was I to My Home...}
"I... Don't remember the details..." | Last Known Location had been the Family Compound on a separate island off the Mainland of Kirigakure. Had been killed and taken by the plague not long after. Rest of the island's unknown.
How Experienced Was I...|
Currently E-Rank | "I remember... I had power, influence but it's a distant memory. It scares me, I had achieved C-Rank"
How Do I Experience Life...|
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→ Chakra Pool → 100
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How Much Experience Do I Have...| 00, 000 Exp
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What Am I Proficient In...| [2]
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What Can I Do...|
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→ Genjutsu → 00 // 00
→ Eisejutsu → 00 // 00
→ Fuinjutsu → 00 // 00
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What Do I Carry...|
Great Crossbow [30 Ryo]
12 Bolts [12 Ryo]
Super Light Armor [D - Ranked, Scale 10] [15 Ryo]
Normal Clothing [25 Ryo]
Bedroll [6 Ryo]
Backpack [2 Ryo]
Journal // Sketchbook [5 Ryo]
2 Satchel, Medium [4 Ryo]
Oiled Waterskin [1 Ryo]
What Techniques Do I Possess...|
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Who Am I…|
The great Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki of course! But by all means call me Gwyn, or perhaps Taki if you feel like bleeding.
How Old Am I…|
Well to my knowledge I was around Fourty-Seven, but I seem to be Sixteen again... strange that.
What Gender Am I...|
Female.
When Was I Born...|
Sometime mid December, I'm not quiet sure, lets just go with the 14th. Its never been something I held with great importance.
What Are My People...|
I was born the b*****d of a Japanese woman and a foreign traveler, not that either ever did anything for me.
What Frame Am I...|
I like to think I'm pretty light, I built my body to be agile while still being able to take a hit.
How Tall Am I...|
Right around 4' 11", give or take a quarter inch. Just seemed to stop growing at an inopportune time.
And How Heavy...|
Tsk. Is this optional? It isnt? 100 lbs. Repeat this and sign your own death warrent.
What Do I Look Like...|
My hair despite its brunette nature remains almost as dark as the nights sky, only ever showing its true nature at its ends when light caresses it just right. It flows freely and reaches far beyond my shoulders stopping just around my rear end. My eyes have been akined to many of things, from prized rubies to crystallized explosions. Me? I would just classify them as crimson, more like blood than anything as frivolous as jewelry. I am free of any birthmarks or blemishes, all that adorns my body is a scar on my right shoulder from when my blood lust distracted me just enough for someone to land a lucky arrow. I keep it to honor the poor b*****d that I beat to death with his own bow.
What was that? Oh my clothing? Hmph, well when one leads they have to look the part. After all who is going seriously to follow the orders of someone dressed in nothing but fishnets or wearing little to nothing at all? Kami knows I can barely take most shinobi seriously with the crap they put on. I am known to wear more militaristic outfits, nothing too fancy but nothing too simple. Just enough to grab the enemies attention so they can send their best to me. There are two items that I am never without on the battle field: My hat and my red cloak. The had was the first trophy I ever claimed, plucked it right out of my former masters cold dead hands... What? He shouldn't have phrased the condition for me to get it in such a way! Its a simple black hat, red brim, with a rather decorative flower emblem. My cloak is just a thick red cotton fabric, clipped together with a replica of the hats emblem and a gold chain thats mostly for garnish. As for my uniform? Theres not much to talk about, I wear a black black jacket that reaches to my hips. The cuffs have simple red stripes wrapping around them. A pair of white gloves to keep my hands clean. A belt wrapped around my waist over the jacket of course. My pants are black, slightly baggy, they extend to my ankles as all pants should. With a pair of golden colored knee-high boots. All the metal on my person is made with a majority of [Decide after magnesis is picked]. Again its important to look ones best and this simple but effective style brings out the best in me.
Where Am I From...|
I was born in the volitional land of lightning, far from the haughty capital of Kumokagure.
Did I Belong...|
I was birthed by a Jiton mother but my home was never with her, it was in the wilds... I was a bandit in my heart.
What Am I Like...:
Well I am just the biggest saint you will ever meet! The sweetest and kindest, most selfless even, person to be frozen and turn back into a child! Because those are all things that are just completely normal! Okay. I'm gonna level with you here you can probably guess by now I ain't yer typical 'picture show' heroine, I'm pretty screwed up... and I wouldn't have it any other way! ........*
*She continued monologuing and generally making an a** out of herself for some time. So to summarize her ramble: Takira would likely be best described as shameless, plain and simple. She has no issues with being the center of attention for any reason, often her loud mouth, she speaks with an air of important but at the same time without any formality. She couldn't care about talking proper, often using slag words or omitting some words all together. While sometimes she will put on a grand display with a long speech she often likes getting straight to the point. Seeing little to no need to dragging on a conversation that holds no value to her, whether monetary or being amusing. This stems from her position as a bandit leader, being around a group of people who make a living by being free will do that to ya. For that same reason she will not follow another's lead. In her mind she won the right to rule over whoever she felt like the day she took her former masters hat. She is a free spirit, a bandit from the top of her head down to her toes. When someone has the gal to try and tell her what to do it usually doesn't end well for the person attempting. It only took one public beating of an underling to send that message into everyone's head. Despite how pig headed this is, she is quiet intelligent in all other aspects of the word. She can see the value in the input her retainers would give on her plans and often adjusted accordingly. Its with her retainers that she felt human, they might not have been as great as she was, but she trusted them.
Shes greedy, selfish, and lustful. Proclaiming everything to exist for her and her subjects alone. Her followers were just one of her precious belongings. As mentioned earlier she has no issues being rough with the people she leads, she doesn't do this out of spite however. They're in the category of precious for a reason. While they might exist for her use, she doesn't needlessly throw their lives away. In fact shes more than willing to risk her if she believes someone is outclassed by the enemy. No one but her had the right to take them out of this mortal coil. In a sense she strove to inspire them to greatness as she felt all leaders needed to do. To ,make them better than they were, not in the sense of justice or anything stupid, but to make them to best that they could be. A sinner will always be a sinner. She wasn't blind to the fact that she stepped on others to ensure her belongings survival. She did so with out remorse. She would raid a small town, slaughtering guards and likely ensuring a farmers hungry death. Because at the end of the day, that farmers grain belonged to her and her followers. This isn't to say she jumped to this solution, she would always start by personally going to the village trying to negotiate (read strong arm) for the supplies before spilling blood. A small gesture she extended to all those not fortunate enough to be behind Kumogakure's prison walls. Out of pity.
She doesn't get truly man very often, any scowl or raised voice usually just a jest. When she does manage to get angry its a very calm rage. Some what like a hot coal. It doesn't consume everything around it like a roaring fire but it does burn those who attempt to pick at it. Its when she's her most ruthless and needlessly violent. It can be rather simple to notice when shes upset: silence. She lets her actions speak for her when shes like this. Often to deadly ends.
What Did I Believe In...:
I believe in power, without power we are nothing more that worthless dirt the greats use as a road. I want this power to lead scores of subjects. For a great leader must be the envy of every one of their subjects, the person everyone strives to overcome. Greedy, powerful, and be the most extreme in their emotions! To ignite change and growth in their subjects!
What Am I Good At...:
◇ Omiranged, able to excel in fights from any range. Be it fists, sabers, bows, raining lightning, or blotting the sky with lead.
◇ I am a natural tactician, able to turn minimal intel into grand strategies or change a plan of attack on the fly when problems arise.
◇ My tongue is practically made of silver, when fighting just isn't an option I can weasel my way through conflict with my honey suckle words. I've even talked someone out of their pants, I swear on my beloved hat.
◇ Perceptive, able to notice even minute changes in someones expressions or a shift in the tone of their voice.
What Am I Terrible At...:
◇ Stealth was never my strong suit, its why I never even thought about living a shinobi life style. I understand the importance it carries. I just choose to leave such actions to my retainers while I rile up the biggest distraction at the front.
◇ Me take orders from someone else? Ha! What a good joke, unless one of my trusted retainers is suggesting a plan I'll continue to do it my way and only my way.
◇ My bloodlust has the tendency to make me come off as far crueler than I intend. There have been times I have been known to slaughter the enemy when my band saught out just to conquer them. [Any taunting effects will last for an additional post against her]
◇ I have a low tolerance for heat, my body having been raised in the abrasive cold of the mountains of lightning. In temperatures of above 80°F or 26°C all techniques utilizing stamina will cost an additional rank, no matter if the heat is artificial or natural.
What Do I Fear...:
I suppose that would be failing my merry band of bandits... but I suppose that already happened, or I wouldn't be here right now. Huh! So thats what failure feels like.
◇ Failing those who put their trust in me, it makes me a little reckless from time to time.
◇ Using ice as a shortcut. One mistep and you drop right into the watery grave.
◇ Furthermore deep bodies of water. I can mostly handle being near them but crossing them never feels right.
What Era Am I From...:
Born in the Era of Attention, oh how fruitful the chaos that was born. The glory that was made with the blood of others. However I suppose my reign ended in the Era of Regret... Is that ironic?
What Have I Experienced...: Rejoice you plebeian! Its not every day you get to hear the tale of the great Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki straight from her own mouth! This epic begins when I was just a wee lass!.. Take it away narrator, I'm gonna get something to snack on.
Takira came into being through a one night stand. A drunk of a merchant and a barmaid, at least thats what her mother always told her what her father did. For all she really knew her father could have been anyone, it mattered little to her in the long run. Family wasn't something she had the chance to put stock into. Her mother barely around and her non existent father figure led to her living a solitary childhood. She spent most of her time reading books around the bar they lived above. There was a surprising amount of books that just got left at the establishment, never to be picked up. It was from one of these books that she learned of Kekkei Genkai, how ones own blood had the power to manifest glorious acts of power. Bending nature to their own whim or strange effects like controlling their own bodies makeup. Through this grain of information she hounded her mother with questions about if they came from a clan with one of these blood gifts. After what had to be hours of pestering her mother decided to show her, tossing the child against the wall using the metal int he room. Instead of being frightened the young child was in awe. Her worthless mother was good for something after all, there was a chance she too would carry the same magnetic capabilities. The rest of the evening is a blur to this day, only the memory of a metal object hitting her again. When she awoke the only thing on her mind, besides the throbbing pain, was how she was going to test if she could do the same. Without the aid of her maternal figure it took her longer than it reasonably should have. it wasn't until she overheard a drunk shinobi complaining about how his chakra control wasn't up to snuff, that the pieces fell into place. That night was the first night she managed to lift a fork without touching it.
From there her control evolved rapidly. It didn't take too long until she could mange to both keep objects floating and read at the same time. Killing too birds with a very hard stone. Her magnetic field wasn't able to manipulate all metals as she came to learn, at least to the same degree as others. She started to use her abilities to pick pocket drunks as they left the bar in the morning. A small collection of coins started to amass under her pillow, she had a plan that required money. This plan came into being when she started to read the bounty board next to the bar. At the time the small village had been experiencing a supply shortage due to rampant banditry. The 'law' not lifting a finger to prevent it until orders came in from Kumogakure itself. Was her plan was to wipe out the bandits like a true hero of justice!-- no she wanted to join them. The whispers of a tribute being required to gain entry into the ranks are what really started her coin collection. She felt a strong yearning to be free. To see the world outside of the bar. Perhaps wipe the pathetic town off the map in due time! It was when her collection felt large enough that she made her move. In the dead of night she packed what little belongings she had into her mothers old satchel, the aforementioned mother once again absent, and climbed out of the rooms window. She used the coins as steps to reach the ground without breaking her bones. Replacing them into the pack before darting through the village pasture and into the woods. Her heart was racing with excitement as she wondered the twisting forest. Not until the break of dawn did she finally find what she was looking for. A large fire surrounded by an armies worth of tents and wooden spikes.
She fondly remembers the double take the man on guard duty did when she walked past him into the camp. The mans rough hands quickly preventing her from going any further. Luckily she was prepared for such a reaction, using her weak magnetic field to repel his armored hands from her skin as she demanded to see the chief. The man she made her demands to reacted only after the confusion of his gauntlets begin so hard to move wore off, his gut erupting in laughter that drew the attention of nearby bandits eating. She quickly had a crowd gathering around her. A wee lass not even eight years of age had the gal to march into a murderous bandit camp and demand to be taken to the leader. After the groups laughter died down a man decided to humor the child, leading her to the center of the camp where the largest tent was stationed. The man that stepped out rather groggy and angry at being woken was a man Takira would never forget. He stood a clean seven feet tall, shoulders as wide as a wagon wheel, muscles threatening to rip his shirt, and the most ragged white beard she had ever laid eyes on. His sour expression changing into rage at the sight of a child being presented to her. His words were loud and violent with context. Accusing the man who brought her to him of kidnapping the child and how that was one of the rules no one was allowed to bend. It wasn't until the man was inches from cleaving her guide in two that the girl spoke up. Explaining how she came to arrive and dropping the sack of coins at his feet.
Her guide had vanished in fear of his own life before she had a chance to speak. Leaving the very dumbfounded chief alone with the child, his gruff laugh of amusement still etched in her mind as he accepted her tribute. This was how she came to be raised by a family of over 200. Her family: The Storm Bears. With her new father figure Eldrich Malestrom, the chief. The meanest bunch of murderous men and women this side of the Land of Lighting ... and a child. It was in her new family that she finally got training in her bloodline, what she learned was called Jiton or Magnet Release thanks to two practicing members from the land of wind. It was here that she also learned how to take care of herself. Because as Eldrich so loved to shout, "If you don' work you don' eat," and, "A weakling has no place in my sleuth." By the age of ten she had began combat training with Eldrich, the bear of a man easily using her wipe the floor. His style of brute forcing enemies into the ground proving hard to pick up on when the student is a ten year old child. Quick to drill into her what she did wrong. How her magnetic field wasn't enough to stop someone serious about hitting her with a weapon, how much she relied on a gimmick as he liked to call it. When the tribe would go on supply raids she was stuck at the camp, but by her own choice. She wanted to be strong. The sheer force of her master having lit a raging fire in her chest. Her combat style forming out of a lighter reliance on her bloodline to slightly bend trajectories and using her small frame to weave through now open attacks, letting taunts be enough to trick people into falling for a counter. By the age of twelve she had taken part in her first raid. The group deciding to use her s bait.
Pretending to be mugged as a caravan approached. Said caravans guards charging to her aid before being ambushed by a legion of armed bandits from their flanks. This was the basis for most of her earlier raids. Eldrich not seeing her a combat ready, but also seeing the need for her to see how others preformed their duties during a raid. It was during her sixteenth birthday that she managed to earn permission from the chief. A well timed counter leading to her knife barely grazing across his arm during a spar. She could easily notice the pride in the old mans face as he acknowledged she could hold her own in a fight against a guard. But his firm stance in not engaging with shinobi was firm. Citing that it would only draw unnecessary attention form the capital. It was when she was around eighteen that she first took another persons life. A caravan guard outclassing some of the newer recruits, fending off most of them as the idiotically charged one at a time. With a sigh she decided to join their dumb plan, taking on the guard one on one. It was straight out of one of those cop and robbers picture shows, except the cop made the mistake of forcing her hand. A knife in the unarmored gut was all it took, blood spraying on her clothing as he weekly defended his post. She felt pity for the man for a split second before easily pinning the weakened man to the ground as the recruits. His struggling faded as she watched him with a curious expression. His eyes losing light as he went limp. It was odd to her, she felt nothing for him. Besides the pity from earlier everything felt like it was supposed to happened the way it did. He did something he shouldn't have, stopped her family from getting food from the wealthy merchant, and as such he paid with his life.
She lead her group back to the camp, covered in blood with a sack of food stuffs thrown over her shoulder and a nice pouch of coins handing from her hip. There was a small amount of worry in Edrich's face when he saw her but it was swallowed by the obvious pride he felt for his student. The worry was on how Takira would react to taking another's life over the next couple days. Some were made a walking mess of regret, others drowned in alcohol, some didn't change at all. As it turned out she fell into that last camp, perhaps something had been broken inside of her when she was a child, for there was no remorse to feel over that stranger dying under her. Her life proceeded like normal from there, spending her years raiding and curb stomping newbies who felt like they were thought s**t. It wasn't until Edrich was considering stepping down as chief due to age that her life changed. He wasn't going out without a fight however, he offered to take on challengers and the one who either beat him or got the closets would take his mantle. At first Takira wasn't much interested in participating, but after the numerous failed attempts and most of the old man's retainers refusing to take part she took it upon herself to dethrone him. Her exact words were "If I win do I get the hat?" and his reply was "Over my dead body." It certainly wasn't a pretty brawl, he had allowed the use of any tool his challenger thought could give them the edge. So she chose her 'gimmick' of course. The fight seemed to drag on and on as neither really took the lead. Edrich was strong and easily broke her nose but Takira was fast and knew the old mans fighting style to the T. It was mid right hook from Edrich that Takira decided to end it. Spears of metallic sand piercing through the bears limbs, pinning him to the ground. He looked up at her with a warm smile offering her his praise "Well you deserve it my dear, but I seem to mention this happening over my dead body!" He let out a hearty laugh as iron tore through his chest, his retainers watching in shock as Takira plucked the mans hat from his lifeless body.
None of this happened out of spite or to make a point to her new followers. No the old man hadn't much time left as curious was taking him. He had mentioned how he wanted to go out in a blaze of glory instead of as a sickly old man. Only the two might have known why she killed him, but she was happy to grant her father his last request. Fear made the base of her new reign over the camp. No one able to come to terms with Edrich's prized retainer slaughtering him in such a way. If she was willing to kill what everyone knew to be her father figure what would she do to them for disobeying? It was here that the name Takira Gwyndolin Hekireki spread in infamy. Rumors of her now iconic red cape saying it was once a simple white, only to be stained with the blood of her enemies. Unfortunately with this infamy she garnered the attention of Shinobi. After the first scout had found their rather non-hidden camp she decided it was time they chose a new place to set up home. So The Storm Bears relocated to a new campground, a few members taking the move as a way of leaving the group. She cared not if people wanted to leave, freedom was important to her. Following someone you couldn't find yourself respecting some day was no way to live. The vanished in the dead of night, all that remained as proof that they did indeed exist was the corpse of the meddlesome scout who had stuck their nose where it didn't belong.
It didn't take long after the move for people to start getting over their fear of her, she showed no ill will to the people who left her family to distance themselves from her name. They started to see their new leader as someone who laughed the loudest around the campfire, who drank the most wine, who bedded the most, who embodied pride and greed. This strange charisma she seemed to have would move them into action. She inspired in them a want to reach her level. To be the strongest in the family, to be the most cunning, and to lead. No one was foolish enough to try to take her position however, well... there was that one guy. A new recruit into the family who took her gender and short stature as a sign that she was a push over. Telling her how her current plan for a raid was childishly stupid and had the gal to tell her how she should go about it. Everyone who had stuck with her could easily notice the cold change in the war tent. The man being flung back near the bonfire by his own chest piece. Silence over took the camp as she walked towards the immobile man and started to slider her gloves on. Her usually vibrant eyes dull and emotionless. They watched on as she proceeded to beat the man within an inch of his life before her expression returned to normal. Announcing that anyone was more than welcome to take her masters hat from her and lead in her place. It wasn't a threat against anyone who might try, no it was a promise that she would make work for her title. Instead of fear this time around, her over the top display of violence had earned her respect. With the order to clean the poor b*****d up she returned to the war tent and continued with her planning.
As it turned out Takria was a much grander strategist when compared to Edrich, her raids were no longer limited to merchants that had wised up and rarely took their old haunts. Her plans included extorting small villages for what they were worth. Trading their experience being bandits by offering protection from other scum, the cost usually foodstuffs. However do to this new strategy her family ended up in a ton more combat. Rivals, trying to muscle their way into her turf. it was common place for her to wake up to a messenger saying someone was trying to raid one of her towns. Thankfully the recent explosion in technology these messages came to her fast enough to be able to do something about it. However it was also because of these new cellular devices that were spreading through the lands that it was getting harder for her to plan around any heat they might draw from the Great Village so far withdrawn from the boarders they thrived in. Despite this her experience from a life of being raised to be ruthless often gave her the edge when it came to encountering shinobi while she counter raided a bandit force. She always made sure the shinobi would focus on her and her alone while her forces crushed her true objective. All it usually took was a large enough show of Jiton to draw their attention. her magnetic fields messing with their communication devices... and bullets of metal sand. That and her now widely known appearance. She would often hear mention of a bingo book and the name Bloodied Iron.
It wasn't until the Age of Regret when technology had finally reached such an advancement that raiding was no longer a viable option if she wanted to be able to feed her growing family. Instead she devoted all their man power in protecting small villages. Offering anyone in the family lessons in who to properly act when protecting a village, after all no longer could they afford to have one of the men get too rough with a townsfolk. However old habits died hard for Takira. She jumped at the chance for a proper fight that wouldn't draw in Kumogakure's laser focused sight. Now more than ever the aged Takira would throw herself into defending her villages, drawing blood on the front lines in an attempt to feel the spark of excitement she used to feel before everything got so strict. Before her young recruits would die on their sixteenth birthday. It was infuriating that she was powerless to save the children like Edrich saved her. But how was someone who lived by killing save them. No one knew how to cure it. They only knew when it was likely to strike. Combined with the rumors of people using their magic, jutsu, to rewind peoples bodies... This act of preventing someone from growing sickened her. It worked though. It saved people. However it was during her forty-seventh year on this planet that her memory ends. When everything went wrong. Everything she had built up taken from her in a single instant. She doesn't remember being approached by a Chronovore, but it must have happened for her to be where she is now. She wouldn't willingly take the offer to revert her back to a child, after all she earned her age! She planned to live a fruitful long life like Edrich! Someone had other plans it would seem, as the now sixteen again Takira was finally freed from her crystal prison. She needs answers. Why was she reversed? Did someone pay for it? Was it a cruel act of malice? Of love? She will get her answers. Her family was likely long since dead by the barren nature of the lands she looked upon from a shattered crystal. Someone took her from them. Someone was going to pay...
... Oh man that was ominous mr narrator, I can dig it! Didn't fluff me up as much as I wanted but I can live with it. Anyways there ya have it, my grand story.. thats just beginning once again. Buckle in kiddos its time to raise some hell!
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What Was I to My Home... A simple warmonger, leading a band of bandits on the outskirts of the land of lightning. Our home ever changing in the country.
How Experienced Was I...| What is it with shinobi and ranking themselves arbitrarily? Hmph! Well whatever, from what I gathered from when people were sent after my head I was A ranked or was it higher?
How Do I Experience Life...|
→• [Tinker :: Artillerist ]
→• [Bukijutsu :: Weapon Specialist]
→• [Third Class // First Prestige]
→• [Third Class // Second Prestige]
How Do I View It...|
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What Makes Me Unique Among My Peers...|
→ Bloody Bandit Chief :: Through sheer force of rugged charisma Takira is able to ignite a flame of momentary change. If Takira spends a full post giving an inspiration talk or speech to her companions, the next [3] posts will grant her allies an additional [1] step bonus to attack and defense actions with a additional [3] points to their skills.
→ Iron Reign :: [to be decided]
→ Conqueror's Pride :: [to be decided]
What Are My Limitations...|
→ Chakra Pool → 100
→→• Chakra Color :: Blood Red
→→• Chakra Manifestation :: Forming a wild outline like wind licking at a fire.
→→→• First Chakra Nature :: Doton
→→→• Secondary Chakra Nature :: Raiton
→ Stamina Pool → 100
→ Archetype → Strategist
→ Statistics
→→→Power → ★★★★☆
→→→Agility →★★★☆☆
→→→Intelligence → ★★★★☆
→→→Chakra →★★★☆☆
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How Much Ryo Do I Have...| 00, 000 両 Ryo
How Much Experience Do I Have...| 00, 000 Exp
What Have I Laid Claim To...|
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What Skills Have I Learned...|
→• Mining ► 3
→• Foraging ► 2
→• Sculpting ► 2
What Am I Proficient In...|
→• Single Handed Medium Weapons ► E Rank [1]
→→• Katana ► E Rank [1]
→• Medium Ranged Weapons ► E Rank [1]]
What Can I Do...|
→ Ninjutsu → 00 // 00
→ Genjutsu → 00 // 02
→ Eisejutsu → 00 // 00
→ Fuinjutsu → 00 // 00
→ Stages of Learning [Bukijutsu] → 00 // 01
→ Stages of Learning [Taijutsu] → 00 // 00
→ Skill Points → 07// 11 [the rest to be decided]
→ Proficiency Points → 03 // 03
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What Do I Carry...|
→• Katana :: Hanging on her left hip. [Durability 30/30]
→→→Black hilt wrapped in a crisscross pattern with red fabric. The buttcap and guard are both golden, the guard being shaped like a simple flower. The sheath itself is just black and red, black taking up the top 1/3rd and red the rest.
→• Repeating Crossbow :: Resting next to her satchel. [Durability 30/30]
→→→ The frame is made of Mahogany with iron bits making up the mechanisms. The wood is carefully varnished, her 'clan' emblem burned into the grip. The mechanisms themselves have been painted gold to add to her flair.
→• Satchel, Medium :: Resting on her belt at the small of her back.
→→→• Soaps [3]
→→→• Whetstones [6]
→→→• Flint 'n Steels [6]
→→→• Skinning Knifes [2]
→→→• Oiled Waterskins [2]
→→→• Twine, Fifty Meters
→→→• Fishing Hooks [2]
→→→• Blanket
→• Simple Clothing :: Wearing.
→→→ Refer to: "What do I look like," for a description.
→• Metal Boots :: Wearing.
→→→ Refer to: "What do I look like," for a description.
→•Super Light Armor [D - Ranked, Scale 10] :: Reinforced cape, weather and tear resistant.
→→→ Refer to: "What do I look like," for a description.
What Techniques Do I Possess...|
Quote: Maruton :: Empty Promises of the Past. [ E-rank ] ◇ n/a Doton :: Body of Unmoving Stone. [ E-rank ] ◇ n/a Raiton :: Thunderous Voice. [ E-rank ] ◇ n/a Jiton :: Magnetic Personality. [ Base ] ◇ Manipulation [type to be decided upon jiton being updated] [ E-rank ] ◇ Quote: ▬▬┤|G e n j u t s u
Enchantment :: Bending the Attention of the Masses.
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Chained :: Building on Past Mistakes.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2017 3:43 pm
________________Formal Judgment ||
After close review, the following profiles are [Approved]! Please see your name below for any notes. It is suggested that you post your profile, if you have not already, within the approved Profile Vault for easier bookkeeping.
Cait Remington Yours is approved, but you do need to specify what type of two weapon combat: light/light, light/medium, or medium/medium, as they're all a little different. Likewise, keep in mind having no focus in any weapon means you can only use those weapons in unnamed attacks at E-rank. Also, you'll have to resubmit whenever you come up with your third PA. The PAs will be forfeit if you increase to D-rank before deciding on them.
Sinful Katina One quick fix: with a [5] in Chakra, you get a bonus 15 Chakra to your pool, so you should have 115, as well as an additional Nin/Gen slot per point in Chakra, starting at 4 [so 2 extra slots]. And of course you'll have to resubmit when you come up with your PAs. The PAs will be forfeit if you increase to D-rank before deciding on them.
magcookie Just a quick note, since I saw it crossed out, that you won't be able to take Tinker [non-shinobi] and Bukijutsu [shinobi]. You could do maybe Tinker/Soldier or Oathkeeper instead, and have similar benefits. Also, you'll have to resubmit once you decide on your PAs. The PAs will be forfeit if you increase to D-rank before deciding on them. You also get a bonus Nin/Gen slot for having a 4 in Intelligence, and a bonus Tai/Buki stage for having a 4 in Power.
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2017 12:40 pm
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Who Am I…| Izanagi Akechi
How Old Am I…| 16, was previously in late twenties.
What Gender Am I...|
When Was I Born...| May 16
What Are My People...| Japanese
What Frame Am I...| Medium
How Tall Am I...| 5'10
And How Heavy...| 147
What Do I Look Like...|
Where Am I From...| Sunagakure
Did I Belong...| Hakemoto
What Am I Like...: Izanagi was....is fiercely loyal to Sunagakure. Having been raised in an orphanage he values the community highly. Izanagi when he was sixteen...the first time, was shy and fearful of women. He had a single friend and rival he cherished highly. His noble disposition often gets him into rough situations as he opposes anything he perceives as wrongful.
What Did I Believe In...: Believes his own potential is limitless.
What Am I Good At...: Leading squads, Swordsmanship, Tactician
What Am I Terrible At...: Stubborn, takes everything upon himself, expressing himself
What Do I Fear...: Losing contests of skill, his daughter's death ( prior to reage), Yairi Satetsu
What Era Am I From...: Era of Madness
What Have I Experienced...: Izanagi, having lead his troops into the fray to Iwagakure was routed by a mysterious figure utilizing time space ninjutsu. After the grueling battle with that individual, Izanagi awoke to find himself in the present.
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What Was I to My Home...} Sunagakure's General
How Experienced Was I...| Jonin
How Do I Experience Life...|
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How Do I View It...|
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What Makes Me Unique Among My Peers...|
→• Militant Leader: When working in a group of two or more, Izanagi's bukijutsu are treated as one rank higher when dealing with other techniques.
→• Unyielding Fury: Izanagi's gains an additional [1] Power.
→• Armor Specialist: Izanagi gains the Armor Specialist Bukijutsu Discipline.
What Are My Limitations...|
→ Chakra Pool → 200
→→• Purple
→→• Glowing outline
→→→• Lightning
→→→• Wind
→ Stamina Pool → 200
→ Archetype → Acrobat
→ Statistics
→→→Power → ☆☆☆(3)
→→→Agility → ☆☆☆☆☆ (5)
→→→Intelligence →☆☆☆ (3)
→→→Chakra →☆☆ (2)
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How Much Ryo Do I Have...| 00, 52 Ryo
How Much Experience Do I Have...| 00, 000 Exp
What Have I Laid Claim To...|
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→• Artistic ► 5
→• Cooking ► 2
→• Survival ► 3
What Am I Proficient In...|
→• Single Handed Medium Weapons: Katana ► ☆☆ (2)
→• Handheld Ranged Weapons► ☆ (1)
→• Two Weapon Combat► (0)
What Can I Do...|
→ Ninjutsu → 00 // 02
→ Genjutsu → 00 // 00
→ Eisejutsu → 00 // 00
→ Fuinjutsu → 00 // 00
→ Stages of Learning [Bukijutsu] → 00 // 06
→ Stages of Learning [Taijutsu] → 00 // 00
→ Skill Points → 10 // 10
→ Proficiency Points → 02 // 02
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What Do I Carry...|
• Katana [ Left Hip ][30/30]
• Katana [ Back Mount | Right Shoulder ] [30/30]
• Satchel, Medium
• Whetstone [3/3]
• Pen // Pencil
• Scroll Case [ 20 Scrolls ]
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Quote: Maruton: • [ D Rank ] Shunshin no Jutsu [Body Flicker Technique] • [ Rank ] Technique Name • [ Rank ] Technique Name Raiton • [ Rank ] Technique Name • [ Rank ] Technique Name Fuuton • [ Rank ] Technique Name • [ Rank ] Technique Name Hakemoto Clan • [ Rank ] Technique Name • [ Rank ] Technique Name • [ Rank ] Technique Name • [ Rank ] Technique Name Quote:
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2017 1:22 pm
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After close review, the following profile is [Denied]. Please see your name below for any notes.
Kondo Kaicho Bloodline: First and foremost, I regrettably must inform you that Hakemoto is, for the moment, locked, as we're capping the bloodlines/clans at 4. You are welcome to keep Hakemoto as your clan, but you will not be able to access its abilities until more slots open up during the Open Beta in February.
History: Secondly, while the profile layout did not previously state the requirements for history, that is being edited to require two full paragraphs. This was not in place before because we thought it had been there. So apologies on our part. Beyond that, we do expect as much of a fleshed out character as possible. Things in your character's history might impact what they know in this world, as well as personalized story for them.
Personality: Similarly, I noticed that your personality expresses what the character was like. I'm curious to know if this was meant to be his personality now as well.
Gender: Are you a boy, girl, gender fluid, etc. This is missing!
Classes and Disciplines: Everyone starts at E-rank, equivalent to an everyday civilian, in strength. Because of this, they lack any training, and therefore have no classes or disciplines a their disposal. You'll gain your first class, and therefore first discipline point, at D-rank.
Militant Leader: Since this is not a very specific situation, at most we could give you is a half rank [.5] increase, not a full rank. You would also need to specify if this is to Strength or Speed of techniques.
Armor Specialist: Disciplines are unlocked at D - rank, as mentioned above, but there is a hard rule that no PA can overcome, and that is that, without taking a class multiple times, you are only allowed to take one [1] D - ranked Discipline. No PA can be used to allow you access to a Discipline before you his D - rank.
Chakra and Stamina: Starting out, with your stats, these should both be 100.
Ryo and Inventory: Any Ryo left over from buying items in the starter shop is lost; Everyone starts out with [0] Ryo, as there is no monetary system starting out.
Proficiencies: Only one point needs to be expended on each proficiency. The first point unlocks a category, at which point all weapons that fall in that category can be used at E-rank [unnamed attacks]. From there, you can put an additional point into a specific weapon that unlocks that weapon to be trained. However, the proficiency points do not increase the rank of the weapon, and it would still be considered E-rank until trained. Likewise, with Two Weapon Combat, you must specify what grouping of weapons: light & light, light & medium, or medium & medium.
Jutsu Slots: As an Acrobat Archetype, you get +2 Stages of Learning from having it, as well a +1 for having a 4 in Agility [next unlocked at 6]. Given your stats, those are the only slots you should have. Also, since it's under this category, you have 4 proficiency slots total, not 2.
Skills: Artistic, Cooking, and Survival are not skills, they're categories of skills. You need to choose which skills within those categories you would like to learn.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2017 3:28 pm
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Who Am I…| Rather than me, who are you? No, before even that, where am I? I am Coppelio Jean Gogh.
How Old Am I…| More questions? Physically, I am 16.
What Gender Am I...| What are all of these questions? I am a Male, through and through.
When Was I Born...| Again, where am I? My birth was right on schedule on December 25, the day of gifts for many. On that topic. When am I?
What Are My People...| My people? My people. How many days has it been? This darkness. There are no people I consider my own, but there was Mother, and she was French-Dutch. Is she alright?
What Frame Am I...| Medium was the build that I am framed in, a comfortable and versatile middle. My build is not something that can just change, but what is this feeling now? My body...
How Tall Am I...| Something is wrong with my body? Why am I only 5' 8"?
And How Heavy...| My weight, as well. It should not be 131 lbs. Why was it changed? These proportions are not befitting a... Wait... Why did I think I am physically 16?
What Do I Look Like...| Mother loved the beautiful.
I should not look like this. My appearance was not 16 before the scheduled maintenance began, and Mother had placed too much effort int... Wait... You... Why am I saying all of this to you? I don't know anything about this situation...
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Suffice to say, I believe I must answer for myself... When I was born, I was shaped to the highest standards of physical beauty. As unsettling as these changes are, I can feel the care my mother put into my newer, younger form. Despite my change in age, she has painstakingly ensured that I remained her pride and her best substitute for joy. My blue eyes are just liker her's except it is hard for human thoughts to shine through man-made eyes. They are as pretty as a doll's but also have only a little more life than those pretty, porcelain spheres. My white hair is a result of the stress my physical body underwent over the course of my birth. If nature was allowed to dictate its course, the same stress would have made my hair fragile and rough, completely unseemly and inappropriate. Mother put much care into modifying my natural hair so that it would remain silky smooth and strong regardless of conditions. With just this much of a description, I'm sure you have an understanding for the rest of my body? Flawless skin, nails that look polished without effort, the dips and curves in all of the right places, and so on and so forth. If I remained still, I have no doubt that I would be mistaken as a realer-than-life doll if not for my attire. My clothes, which cannot be held together as much as my body can be, will of course have rumples and creases that give away my signs of life. Right now, I am wearing a...
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Oh, of course... I believe I understand what must have happened now... Mother didn't have to... It appears I will awaken with nothing but an operating blanket on. I pray that no one else is near when these questions end. However, it appears, I will not be unprepared. I can feel besides me several supplies. Among other things, I feel clothes. For my upper half, I have been prepared a white undershirt and a white shirt with a wide collar, raised high enough to cover my chin even with my head held high. The long sleeves of the shirt cover the entirety of my arm. I usually have some gloves over my hands to protect them when I'm not working on something that requires delicacy. It appears I have been provided such gloves here, too. For my lower half, apart from underwear and socks, I find the familiar long cargo pants I most frequently wore. This pair is khaki in color. Of course, my feet get close-toed shoes. Can't be walking around a workshop without my toes protected. Although, more than just shoes, I see these are actually work- no, hiking boots? I see, I have never gone hiking before, but I suppose they are not much different than work boots? Judging from the plastic protecting the lower part of these boots, I suppose they are supposed to be some sort of water resistant variant. Well, at least the selected outfit is mostly familiar to me but... what is this? There's one more outfit. Ah, some sort of large jacket made out of a water-repellant material? I see, I have been given a rain coat. I have only had to wear this on a few occasions. This one here seems to be the kind that reaches all the way down to mid-calf.
Where Am I From...| What is your purpose behind these questions? I rarely left my home, so I cannot say I know much about what lay outside. I had no village I cared much for, just my family and my work.
Did I Belong...| The place I belonged... probably no longer exists. I only ever knew of one place I had to be, within the tower and beside my mother's side. If I was the son she created me in the image of, I would have been just like her, a human who bore no allegiance to any faction, be it by blood or familial ties. However, something like me could not be born as just a human. Jiongu, I believe, is the proper term to associate with what I was. I wonder, with no Mother, do I have any right or reason to fret over my humanity? These thoughts certainly hurt... Truth is painful.
What Am I Like...: "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
Fine, I shall answer your questions. I believe, completely and without doubt, that I am but a very skilled imitation of a human, perfect as any imitation can be but only as much as that. I'm not particularly unhappy with that conclusion, though. I don't really think about it much in the first place. I am proud of what I have been created as. I take pride in my appearance, primarily only because it is the creation of the woman I admire, the creator and master that I know as "mother." She was an amazing living soul and, unlike me, beautiful inside and out. I truly adore and respect her.
Me? Beautiful? Yes, I did talk like that earlier, didn't I? To have spoken otherwise would have been false. After all, I am one of my mother's masterpieces. Who would dare insult her work is beyond me. However, my beauty is only in appearance. Someone like me cannot lay claim to true beauty, after all. The beauty that shines from the inside all the way out. Beauties like kindness or passion. There is no one answer to the question, "What is beautiful," but all of the many things I find beautiful are like life. I, as someone who cannot live without taking life, could not have existed in the first place without the death of others, cannot be truly and completely beautiful. I am no monster for I am a beautiful creation, but in no way do I meet my own standards for what is beautiful.
Although, I will be the first to admit, that I am the type to judge rashly with just my five senses. I... am easily disgusted and am quick to find the ugly deplorable. Although, I am just as quick to accept the company of any who have shown me that they are beautiful inside, regardless of what their outside looks like. However, I am notorious for not giving second chances, ndoe ot giving those less fortunate in appearance a chance for their personality to shine to me. The opposite is also true. Beauty easily entrances me, and often times when I realize that a beauty is really a beast inside, it can be too late. I made that mistake once, and then never again. I was not allowed to see many people after that one mistake. I suppose, under these circumstances, you could actually call me naive. As for those who fall in the middle of the spectrum? I suppose indifference is perhaps the best description for my reaction to such people.
Ah, but to all--beautiful, ugly, and everything in between--I am not afraid to voice my aesthetic opinions. The beautiful will hear praise. The ugly will hear insults. Those in between will hear criticism. I do apologize in advance, and will probably apologize again after the deed has been done. I genuinely mean those words and sometimes I do not care that they slip out. However, they honestly are said before I realize what my mouth is doing.
Since my induction into this new world... I am not sure how I might change. I did not have many around me for most of my life. It was just Mother and me, usually, with a few regular visitors. We were a small, relatively happy group. That is what I remember. None of them are here now, though. It is completely impossible for them to be here. I do not think I would feel comfortable in crowds. Solitude feels tempting, concentrating on only creating the beautiful and surrounding myself with such creations. Some company, though, would be nice. Company as beautiful as Mother was.
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Are you expecting something more? What? My tendrils? Well, they are better described as threads, thin as they are, and just for general ease as a "tendril," which I can wound my threads into, appears to be something like a general unit of measure or label for something closer to the general girth of the usual Jiongu tendril. However, I should have explained most of this already. What more are you expecting of me? Some sort of... alternate personality? No? I have no idea what you're talking about. Has your hand ever tried to slap yourself without your permission? Well, I suppose that isn't the best comparison. I actually have hit myself with my tendrils before while getting used to them shortly after being born and a few significant modifications after that. However, those were all just issues regarding my motor functions. My tendrils certainly didn't jump to life or anything like that. That would just be bizarre.
What Did I Believe In...: "I dedicate my life to the beautiful. Its creation and protection."
What Am I Good At...: I do not mean to brag, but I am good at a little bit of everything. That is, assuming we are just talking about everyday skills. Even I have my specialties, however. I was particularly praised for my attention to detail even while I worked on multiple tasks at once. I could be very delicate and precise with every part of my body.
What Am I Terrible At...: By no means am I a fighter. Arguably, I am not much of a lover, either. I can be kind, certainly, especially to the beautiful, but I do not stop to help those who have nothing to do with me. Maybe a little, just a little, situational apathy, I guess you could say? War and peace aside, it is like the old saying, while I am good at many thing, I am just as much the master of nothing except perhaps the art of crafting and invention. It is simply the natural conclusion of those who try to spread themselves too thin.
What Do I Fear...: I fear most the death of beauty, perhaps second only to fear for my own life, which I believe is pretty normal to have as the number one fear. Just as much as a given is a healthy fear of suffering from any sort of bodily harm, though I would like to give special credit to anything that would damage my body and its appearance as that is akin to damaging my only remembrance of my mother. On a less dramatic note, though, I am utterly terrified of deer, especially stags, and octopi.
What Era Am I From...: I have some... memories of the Era of Attention. I happened to be born near the end of that era. Though, I would not have called myself truly alive until some years into the Era of Regret. I remember, most clearly, the news of the grand plan to safeguard all the children through suspended animation, the news that followed shortly thereafter of the first to crystallize among those that should have been "safe," and what was done to me at that time.
What Have I Experienced...: Slice of Life
If you would like to know the details of my life, then I would recommend asking Mother, Mariette Gogh, for her journals. She would never let me read them, out of fear that I might stumble upon some mention of "him" that would ruin me in some way. Though, while I have never read it, I do know that Mother's journals are where you will find all of the details of my life, my creation, and the reasons behind it all. However, I suppose... that is no longer possible? She is long dead and her journal, made of nothing but ephemeral paper, likely long gone with the ages. It is a tragedy, really. Aside from me, I also know that she had written about several other beautiful creations--created, in progress, and theoretical. It isn't much of a substitute, but in place of her notes, I will try my best to relate what I know.
My birthday is set on Christmas Day of a certain year, but for a long while after my birth, I was little more than a living husk. Even the best plans and preparations would of course struggle to create a new life on the first try. Countless more hours of work had to be put in before I could really considering myself alive, and even more before I reached a point that could be equated to the average human. That is about when I would claim my story begins, though countless operations would follow me throughout my life as Mother put her heart and soul into me... the masterpiece she considered her son.
I was cherished and protected like a prized songbird... or perhaps memento would be more accurate. There was one time I was allowed outside. I returned home with a small cut and my back a little dirty. My mind was yet in that excitable, child-like state and had gotten a little too overworked with the new sensations. The countless new sensations caused me to freeze and fall. There was no danger, just understandable malfunctions. I was repaired as good as new with little ado. Still, I was not allowed outside after that one, unlucky episode.
There was plenty to do inside, anyways. I was always kept busy. At first, it was just odd jobs and keeping my mother company. Then, as I grew better associated with my body, I became able to emulate my mother and make my own creations. Of course, as an individual, it was not long before I found my own art. Little trinkets or delicate mechanical toys became my favorites. Although, when requested, I would also put my all into instilling beauty into weapons and other tools. In the thirteen years I spent with my mother, I really did become very skilled.
With some reassuring from her friends, mother even permitted me to enter the garden in the back, fenced off from the world outside by a wall of hedges. If I wanted a breath of fresh air, I would find it either in this back garden or the courtyard garden. As for my interaction with the outside world, it came mostly from my mother's friends and her other regular visitors. I was rarely introduced to those who she did not trust. Mother, herself, rarely left the house. She did not appear to have any time to do so with all of the work she had at any one time. Although, I had been told that she was not always like this. The people Mother introduced me to were all kind in their own way. A good number were eccentric, and I could not say I was interested in everyone. After all, beauty was not something that could be so common. However, I was happy.
I was happy with the life I lived in the little slice of life I called home and meeting with the few people I knew. I did not understand this wanderlust so many people and books mentioned. I did not have this curiosity for what would happen beyond the time when man would fall, as that fall was indeed becoming more and more imminent as time passed. I was sure that, even though my body was immortal, I would live only long enough to see that fall. After all, mother would not want to be parted from me before her death, and with events running the course that they were, I had no doubt that the plague would not preserve me if I were to stay besides my mother for that long.
It appears I was wrong. The last image I have of my mother was her face hovering protectively over mine as I was put under by a sedative. It was all standard procedure for one of my check-ups, all of it except for the hand caressing my cheek and my mother not having her mask on already by the time she entered the operating room. If I had known, then I would have told her that I was okay with my end. It was not so much that I welcomed death, but what kind of child wants to see their mother experience what is essentially the death of their son not once... but twice?
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What Was I to My Home...} I was a son, an assistant, and a beloved masterpiece all at once to my mother, my master, and my creator, also all one person.
How Experienced Was I...| I was never expected to fight to survive for even a moment of my life. As a result, skilled as I was with my mother's teaching, I was considered but an E-rank by those who sought to rank the world by power. Now, though, I can make no argument against such a place. My hands and eyes have forgotten even those delicate lessons I so treasured, though my mind still remembers them.
How Do I Experience Life...|
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Living Doll - A doll should have no need to eat. That was the slightly selfish aesthetic of Jean's mother. Although, it is one of the very foundations of physics that energy, of some sort, is needed to fuel any object into motion. Jean does not need to eat or drink. In fact, he cannot process normal consumables and has to live by taking energy from other living entities. There are, as always, certain rules and limits that need to be observed with this kind of feeding, at least until Jean becomes more proficient through other means.
Range -> Jean absorbs energy through his tendrils. There can be no more than one [1] inch of space between Jean's tendril and the entity he is feeding from. Although, what is within that inch of space bears no importance.
Restrictions -> Jean cannot eat anything like a normal person could. Well, he can try. He can enjoy the taste, but then he'll need to expel the mashed up, undigested glop somehow, usually by having his tendrils carry it out of one part of his body or another. It's very unbecoming and gives him no benefit whatsoever. Generally something he'd rather avoid. Food buffs are wasted on Jean. On the plus side, this also applies to anything harmful that needs to be digested in order to have an effect.
Feeding -> While energy absorption sounds all scary and hacks, it is literally just a method for Jean to feed himself. He does not regain stamina or chakra any more than a normal person eating normal food would. On the other hand, though, using it can lead to the eventual death of whatever/whoever Jean is feeding on, in much the same way starvation leads to eventual death. As Jean cannot reach a point where he feels "full," excess energy is compressed and contained to be used as needed over the course of time, the only obstacle in preventing him from draining someone dry is time. Jeans takes approximately fifteen [15] minutes to consume energy equivalent to one [1] meal from a single source of nourishment. Conversion of the victim's hunger to Jean's fullness is generally a 1:1 ratio. Common side effects of being "eaten" generally amount to feeling hungry and tired until things get really bad. As for vitamins, minerals, liquids, and other necessities, Jean's body seems to handle these within itself through some sort of magic.
Requirements -> Jean cannot feed on those who actively resist. Most vegetation cannot resist enough to stop him from feeding. Nearly all animals, on the other hand, can. This, of course, includes humans and definitely rpcs. For Jean to absorb sustenance on an animal, not like it makes much difference to him, he will need to do so when the animal is either forced to be unconscious or at the brink of death and unable to put up a struggle of any sort. In a lot of ways, it's harder than even hunting for meat because there is a very short frame of time Jean can feed during. Not even sleeping animals are an option because instinct will awaken the creature the moment Jean sits down and says, "bon appétit."
Marionette Strings - A normal Jiongu is made up of countless tendrils. Jean, however, is made up of countless threads, each far thinner and more sensitive than a tendril. Each thread can be manipulated individually, easily raveling and unraveling into and out of tendril shape with one [1] activation. Jean can have his threads appear in any number of ways he can think of. The common ways, though, are appearing already entwined as a tendril, having threads appear individually, or having a number of threads equivalent to a tendril come out of his body already unraveled.
Spun Gold -> Jean's threads, and consequently his tendrils, are gold in not just color but appearance. They reflect the light much like gold does. Other than appearance, though, the tendrils do not intentionally share any other properties with gold.
Art Imitates Life -> The threads that make up Jean's tendrils are artificial imitations of spider silk, bearing the same dimensions, tensile strength, and ductility. Being a creation, like the rest of his body, it is possible for Jean to improve upon his threads much, much, much later on with the proper customs.
Lifetime Guarantee -> Because one of Jean's tendrils is actually many threads wrapped around each other, his tendrils ability to take punishment is higher than the norm. half [.5] rank increase in tendril defense. As long as the breaking force is no more than one [1] rank greater than the tendril's defense, then instead of breaking, the tendrils scatter into its individual threads, which can be rewound back into a tendril on the user's following post. Of course, this only applies when the tendril is at least 1 inch in width.
Fragile. Handle With Care -> Each of Jean's threads are incredibly sensitive. He can feel enough through each of them to effectively "see" whatever they are working on if he has enough threads focusing upon a single object. Even more than that, the threads can feel and translate the vibrations in the air into "sound" like an inferior version of Jean's ears, "hearing" about as half as well as his ears do. All of this sensitivity, however, does not exclude pain or any other negative physical sensation. Clashing directly with their increased physical durability, anything Jean feels through his threads is quadrupled in intensity. When his threads wrap together to make one tendril, though, the sensitivity goes down. Any collection of spun together threads at least half an inch in diameter loses the "sight" and "sound" and any physical sensation felt through them is only twice as intense.
An Artist's Life -> Far more delicate and precise than even his own hands, Jean's tendrils/threads are suited to improving all manner of work. When using his tendrils/threads to accomplish a task, Jean is treated as if he had +1 skill point invested into the associated skill(s).
Heart Thief - Black Steel is a crafter's dream material, as rare as it is coveted. Even Jiongu, with their ability to combine elements to replicate bloodline combinations, normally do not have access to it. This detail did not escape the notice of Jean's mother, who created him in such a way that he could be used as a reliable supplier of Black Steel.
Single-Element Admixture -> Jean can use Admixture to replicate bloodlines that require only one element. He must have a minimum of two hearts, at least one being of the element the bloodline requires, to gain the bloodline element.
Single-Element Preservation -> Two hearts are only needed to gain a bloodline element. After an element is gained, it remains available so long as Jean does not lose the heart that contains the required element.
What Are My Limitations...|
→ Chakra Pool → 100
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→ Archetype → Jack-of-all-Trades, master of none, though oftentimes better than master of one.
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→→→Intelligence → ☆☆☆ (3)
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How Much Ryo Do I Have...| 00, 000 Ryo
How Much Experience Do I Have...| 00, 000 Exp
What Have I Laid Claim To...|
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Gathering Skills
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→• Farming ► 1
→• Logging ► 1
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Survival Skills
→• Field Triage ► 1
Artistic Skills
→• Sculpting ► 1
→• Painting ► 1
→• Drawing ► 1
→• Carving ► 1
→• Cartography ► 1
Cooking Skills
→• Brewing ► 1
What Am I Proficient In...|
Intensive Weaponry [0 PP]
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Improvised Weaponry [2 PP]
What Can I Do...|
→ Ninjutsu → 00 // 02
→ Genjutsu → 00 // 00
→ Eisejutsu → 00 // 00
→ Fuinjutsu → 00 // 00
→ Stages of Learning [Bukijutsu] → 00 // 00
→ Stages of Learning [Taijutsu] → 00 // 01
→ Skill Points → 11 // 11
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What Do I Carry...|
Normal Clothing ► 25 Ryo
Bedroll ► 6 Ryo
Oiled Waterskin ► 1 Ryo
Blanket ► 2 ryo
Backpack ► 2 Ryo
Satchel, Small ► 1 Ryo
Satchel, Medium ► 2 Ryo
Flint and Steel ► .5 Ryo
Skinning Knife ► 5 Ryo
Shovel ► 3 Ryo
Rope, 20 Meters ►5 Ryo
Twine, 50 Meters ► 6 Ryo
Journal ► 5 Ryo
Fishing Hook ► .5 Ryo
Pen ► .5 Ryo
Pen // Pencil ► .5 Ryo
Soap ► 1 Ryo
One Person Tent ► 20 Ryo
Sewing Needle ► 1 Ryo
Sewing Needle ► 1 Ryo
Scissors ► 2 Ryo
Two Handed Medium Weapons: Woodcutting Axe [Durability 30] ► 25 Ryo
Single Handed Light Weapons: Knife [Durability 30] ► 10 Ryo
What Techniques Do I Possess...|
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2017 9:31 pm
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Who Are You…|
My name is... Sheariv Fal'nevan, but people just call me Shea. I have a variety of other nicknames but I'd rather not talk about them.
How Old Are You…|
I lived a number of years, but I wasn't... very old, late teens, maybe, in appearance. I think now I'm twelve.
What Gender Are You...|
I am male, though a lot of people like to tease otherwise.
When Were You Born...|
In the fall... 21st Calmora, 1879. Wait, what do you mean that's not a month?
What Are Your People...|
My people? Are... the Melhrothir, the Beastlings. Is that what you meant?
What Frame Are You...|
Others joke that I'm a stick, but I'm not that fragile... I have a Light build.
How Tall Are You...|
I was never very tall, but don't seem to have grown at all. I'm about four-foot-ten.
And How Heavy...|
I weigh a little under eighty pounds.
What Do You Look Like...|
[Tan skinned with amber eyes and a mess of blonde hair that reaches his shoulders. Oddly enough, antlers stick out of the sides of his head, about four inches long, above long, pointed ears lined with what looks like dark blue fur. Three lines of a similar blue decorate each cheek. Several scars are also apparent, the most prominent being one that starts from the inner corner of his left brow, across the bridge of the nose, to his right cheek. Though not particularly tall, he is very lanky, and thin, though not unhealthily so. Most of his strength is in the form of lean muscle that makes him flexible but not necessarily physically strong. Similarly to his face, a variety of scars decorate his body. Likewise he has two dark blue marks on each shoulder, one that wraps around his torso in line with his navel, and a short blue tail not unlike that of a deer's--related to his antlers, more than likely.
His attire is fairly simple. He typically wears loose, breathable clothing, avoiding anything constraining for better movement. While his outfit is interchangeable, three things never change. He wears a faded, reddish-brown headband that's seen better days to keep his hair out of his face, a blue leather collar that hangs loosely around his neck, and a simple, fairly fine leather bracer with his family crest on it.]
Where Are You From...|
Not from here. I'm not even sure where 'here' is. I'm from the city of Lur'vesh, but I didn't really call anywhere home.
Did You Belong...|
Belong to what? You mean like a Tribe? I'm... technically a Purebreed Veldt, but I look like a Mixbreed.
[His abilities have been translated to Mokuton [Ironwood] for guild purposes.]
What Are You Like...:
Y-you want me to describe myself? Um... I'm not sure how to go about that.
[Very good at hiding his emotions--though he is infamous for a certain smile that lets anyone who knows him know he is not alright--Shea is outwardly an easygoing and lazy boy who normally feigns ignorance, is easily pleased, and very curious, the latter of which often gets him into trouble without him trying to. He is a kind-hearted and gentle soul who would never harm a living thing if he could avoid it. He is intelligent, but also very naive, gullible, clumsy, and lacks any sense of direction. Somewhat shy and easily startled but sociable at the same time, Shea has a habit of getting along with--but not necessarily making friends with--others without an issue, although some find his tendency toward stupidity to be annoying or frustrating, and he is often teased for it. Typically he just goes along with the joke regardless of how much it might hurt him. With a love of sunny days and jhenberries, it is hard to believe the other end of the spectrum holds a fierce and protective soul. He would defend those close to him with his life, despite his paralyzing fear of death. He is very hard to anger, but once he is angry, it is nearly impossible to stop him.]
What Did You Believe In...:
You mean like... gods? I know they exist, but I don't really want anything to do with them. No, like a way of life? Oh... I guess my saying was always, "Don't worry about the 'what if', only 'what is'."
What Are You Good At...:
• Fleet-footed | I've always been fast on my feet. Like the deer I represent, I'm, um... good at running away.
• Making Friends? | Most people who can see past my appearance tend to like me. Maybe because I'm nice? I like to think I'm nice.
• Courageous | Even though it's contradictory to how I act, I will put myself in the path of danger if it means saving another person's life. I don't want to see someone else get hurt.
What Are You Terrible At...:
• Combat | I always panic in fights. I don't want anything to do with them but it tended to happen anyway.
• Creativity | In the sense that I have a hard time coming up with things on the spot. If I've had time to think about it, this isn't so much the case.
• Coward | That's a little... harsh. But... I guess it's true. I'm afraid of a lot of things, afraid to face my fears, and run away a lot. At the same time, though, I tend to launch myself fully into danger if it means I can help others.
What Do You Fear...:
• Bovinophobia | A fear of cows. They want to eat me because I smell like grass.
• Water | Not an irrational fear, but it seems that way to most. I... something happened in my past. I can't swim. I used to not even be able to take a bath, but now it's just water I can't stand in.
• Death | I... I know everyone is afraid of death, but the thought paralyzes me. It keeps me from moving forward, from doing the things I need to do. I might blindly throw myself into danger without thinking about it, but... I'm afraid to die.
• Never Finding Peace | After everything that's happened, I'm afraid I'll never get to live the peaceful life I've always wanted. I never wanted any of this.
What Era Are You From....:
What... Era? I think it was... Jist’rophi. You don't know what that is either? Where am I?
What Have You Experienced...:
I... don't really want to talk about it. Do I have to?
[Born to the wife of the, at the time, First Elder of the Council of Elders in a city called Lur'vesh, Shea was all but disowned by his father from birth for his strange appearance. Though they never knew why his appearance was remarkably different than that of his Purebred parents, Shea's saving grace was his mother, who raised him against his father's wishes. That did not stop the man from attempting to snuff out his life on several occasions. These fits of rage led to both his fear of water and the majority of the scars he now bears. His life was saved both by his mother and a man who later became a very good friend of his simply named Bear.
The Beastling lands, which Lur'vesh was the capital of, housed a series of Tribes which often fought with each other, but rarely did they escalate to the point of the capital getting involved. The first war brought refugees from throughout the land as a race known as the Zhenri waged war against the Beastlings, during which Shea met his best friend Ciaran, the son of the Rij (cat) Chieftain. The Rij boy disliked him at first because of his Mixbreed appearance, but eventually they grew close, and even became infamous for their antics throughout the city with Ciaran the mastermind behind all of it. One war ended, which only led into another as Mixbreeds began to revolt against the oppression they received from the Purebreeds, and the kingdom was divided in half. During this time, the troublesome duo's antics went too far, leading to someone getting hurt, and Ciaran, now nearly considered an adult, was forced to leave to join the fight, at which point he gave Shea the headband--to keep his hair out of his face--and collar--the symbol of a warrior among the Beastlings--that he still treasures to this day.
The death of a childhood friend, as well as his mother's over the next couple of years left Shea in a terrible place, and he was left on the streets to his own devices until a Zhenri by the name of Zephir came to the city in search of healing from the bite of a Zjisjinthor (werewolf). The presence of the unfavorable race caused a disturbance in the city, which attracted Shea's natural curiosity...
Many, many things happened following, but it seems the transfer of worlds has left the Veldt's memory less than in tact. He can remember people and faces, but the events surrounding them are mostly a blur.]
_____________ [│║║█║▌][ώ ђ Ⱥ ț __Ⱥ я Ә__Ӌ Φ ʋ…?]
What Were You to Your Home...|
A, Mixbreed, an outcast, and later a Paragon.
How Experienced Was I...|
I'm... not sure what you mean. I never wanted to fight.
How Do You Experience Life...|
How Do You View It...|
What Makes You Unique Among Your Peers...|
• Elemental Paragon | Thanks to his abundance of yuunin, or--as it's called in this world--chakra, Shea has access to a third chakra element, Suiton [Water].
• Tempest's Blessing | Shea is very attuned to nature and gets along well with plants and animals alike. Some control over plants has followed him to this world, although it is not a conscious effort. Plants tend to lean in his direction, and even seem to grow in his presence. Because of this, the length of time it takes to grow plants he actively tends to is halved.
• Fight or Flight | When it comes to danger, Shea will more often than not try to put as much distance between him and the source as possible. As such, when he is fleeing danger, the costs of techniques utilized to run away are reduced by two [2] ranks, but he can neither attack nor defend himself while in this mode of panic. However, for those rare occasions where he does hold his ground in order to protect someone close to him [specifically someone deemed a friend or family], or an innocent bystander, he gains a half [.5] rank increase to the strength of his attacks, both physical and elemental, so long as it is with the effort of protecting them in mind.
What Abilities Do You Have...|
• Ironwood | A dried, grey wood found in deserts that bears a hard, dense state that lends durability to items and structures made of it. All Ironwood has a Defense of D - rank already established that bears a three [3] durability. At every two [2] Experience Ranks the Durability is increased by another factor of three [3].
How Fast Can You Learn...|
• One [1] post reduction to learning Doton [Earth]. [Mokuton Bloodline]
• One [1] post reduction to learning Suiton [Water]. [Mokuton Bloodline]
• One [1] post reduction to learning Mokuton [Wood]. [Mokuton Bloodline]
What Are Your Limitations...|
Chakra Pool → 100
• Chakra Color| Normally, amber.
• Chakra Materialization| A series of symbols that spread across his flesh, varying from vibrant blue, to red as he grows in strength.
• Chakra Elements |
Stamina Pool → 100
Statistics
• Archetype | Magician
»» +100 Chakra
»» +100 Stamina
»» +125 Ryo
»» +1 Stage [Bukijutsu]
»» +2 Ninjutsu Slots
»» +1 Proficiency Point
»» +1 Skill Point
Power → ☆ [1]
Agility → ☆☆☆☆ [4]
Intelligence → ☆☆☆ [3]
Chakra → ☆☆☆☆ [4]
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How Much Ryo Do You Have...|
How Much Experience Do You Have...|
What Have You Laid Claim To...|
What Skills Have You Learned...|
• Survival: Field Triage ► 2
• Survival: Foraging ► 2
• Chemistry: Poultices ► 2
• Herbology: Identification ► 3
• Herbology: Reconstitution ► 2
What Are You Proficient In...|
• Small Single-Handed Weapons [1 PP]
• Short Sword ► E [1 PP]
• Dagger ► E [1 PP]
What Can You Do...|
Ninjutsu → 00 // 03
Genjutsu → 00 // 00
Stages of Learning [Bukijutsu] → 00 // 02
Stages of Learning [Taijutsu] → 00 // 00
Skill Points → 11 // 11
Proficiency Points → 03 // 03
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What Do You Carry...|
• Short Sword [Durability 30/30] [10 ryo]
• Dagger [Durability 30/30] [10 ryo]
• Medium Satchel [2 ryo]
• Flint and Steel [.5 ryo]
• Large Sack [2 ryo]
• Shovel [3 ryo]
• Rope, 20m [5 ryo]
• Twine, 50m [6 ryo]
• 4 Whetstones [Durability 3/3] [2 ryo]
• Oiled Waterskin [empty] [1 ryo]
• Blanket [2 ryo]
• Journal [5 ryo]
• Bedroll [6 ryo]
• Pencil [.5 ryo]
• Mess Kit [10 ryo]
• One Person Tent [20 ryo]
• Camp Hammer [6 ryo]
• 2 Sewing Needles [2 ryo]
• Scissors [2 ryo]
• Normal Clothing [25 ryo]
• Leather bracer with family crest [D-ranked, Scale 20] [5 ryo]
• Blue leather collar
• Reddish-brown headband
Scrolls:
What Techniques Do You Possess...|
Quote: Maruton Katon DotonSuitonMokuton• Moku Soujuu [Wood Manipulation] - X
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What Secrets Have You Discovered...|
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 5:34 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2017 6:39 pm
 _____________ [│║║█║▌][ώ ђ Φ__Ⱥ я Ә__Ӌ Φ ʋ...]
Who Am I…| ...Sheet? No, I don't think that was really my name... a nickname? Huh, a crappy one. But I don't really have anything else to go by, so I'll just have to go with that I guess.
How Old Am I…| 16
What Gender Am I...| Male... right? Checks. Yeah, male.
When Was I Born...| Don't know
What Are My People...| I... don't quite understand this question, but I think I'm Caucasian? As for my parents... I don't remember them. Or if I even had them.
What Frame Am I...| Light
How Tall Am I...| 5'7
And How Heavy...| 150 lbs
What Do I Look Like...| My hair is bright orange and unkempt (I have perpetual bedhead to my chagrin), spiking up in places and growing down to my shoulders. I have fair skin and black eyes. I wear grey zip-up sweater with a black skull on it over top a black shirt. I also wear black pants taped to my sides and tucked into a pair of black boots. Around my neck, for some reason, I wear a headband with some kind of strange symbol on it. I don't know what that symbol means though, but I feel it is important...
Where Am I From...| I... I really don't know. Maybe this headband has something to do with it? I get the feeling it was important...
Did I Belong...| ...maybe? I get the feeling I was part of a clan... Hojo?
What Am I Like...: I'm rather... lacking when it comes to self-confidence, to be totally honest. This causes me to be rather shy and, I admit, desperate for the approval of my friends. I like to believe I'm not a complete pushover though, because if I don't like someone then I couldn't care less what they think. The egotistical. The bullies. The loudmouths who believe the world owes them something. I hate people like that.
Strength... maybe in my past life I was obsessed with gaining it, because right now that's all I want. Because whenever I think about my past life all I feel is anger. At the world. At whoever put me in this situation. But most of all, at myself for not being able to do anything about it. At not even having a chance to fight. I feel as if I'll be willing to go to any lengths to attain greater strength... is it weird to be scared of yourself?
I have a stutter for some reason. Only crops up when I get nervous (so mostly when talking to a pretty girl), but it's a b***h and a half. Hopefully I'll get some control over it soon. I'm rather impatient... oh, sorry. Language. I don't really like to swear. Either way, I guess I just don't like the spotlight being on me. Can't really handle having everyone's attention.
I guess I can be pretty impatient. It really clashes with my fighting style. I'd probably be better off if I just wore my opponents down with my illusions before taking them out. That's just too slow for me though, so I try to end battles as quickly as possible. Maybe one day I can get it to work out.
Some might say I anger easily. They would be correct, but I actually can handle insults rather well! That is, as long as they're just directed towards me. Anything someone else can say about me, I've probably already said about myself. Just leave my friends out of it okay?
What Did I Believe In...: Don't know
What Am I Good At...: I don't really think I'm good at much of anything, but I guess I'll try to muster up something.My "specialty" if you can even say I have one, would be close-mid range combat. I'd probably do better at mid-long range, but even with my amnesia I can tell, I always loved getting in close. I also appear to have some skill with using illusions and weapons.
What Am I Terrible At...: I believe myself to be weak in everything, but I'll try to be optimistic and just point out my biggest weaknesses. If I had the mind for it, I'd be great at long-range combat, but I'm stubborn and don't like standing in the back, keeping my distance. I may be good with a weapon, but my constitution is... pretty bad. Other than that, I can be impatient and have a bit of a temper. Those tend to get in my way. Hopefully I can at least work on my emotional problems in the future though...
What Do I Fear...: For some reason I have an unnatural fear of lambs... other than that, I hate fire. Freaks me out. That and sushi. Ugh. Just the site of the stuff makes him want to vomit, or run away to the other side of the planet. Or maybe another planet entirely.
What Era Am I From...: Era of Madness (but he doesn't know that)
What Have I Experienced...: (Keep in mind he doesn't remember any of his history).
He grew up outside of Kumogakure, in a small village away from the protection of the ninja village. The village came under frequent raids by bandits, who preyed on the weak. Kumo would occasionally send a ninja to help deter raids, but with the bandits stealing all of their belongings it made it difficult for the village to acquire the funds for this very often. As such, the residents were left to protect themselves.
At the age of 14 he decided to help fight the bandits with his friend, Hideyoshi... but he too weak. His friend died, and ever since, he has been obsessed with getting stronger so that he'll never lose anyone he cares for again.
The next time a Kumogakure jounin passed through his small village, he went with her to become a ninja, taking only the ocarina his father gifted him along. On the way, he met a water monitor lizard who would become his pet. He called her Scylla.
Two years later, he was a genin, with Scylla faithfully fighting at his side. He'd only been a genin for but a day, however, before the world apparently went to hell.
Now he's woken up in this crazy world full of questions, his memories lost to him for the most part. The only thing he remembers are two names. His own, Sheet... but that can't be right. He gets the strong feeling Sheet is something he was called by another, not his true name. She was a blind girl. Dressed oddly, with white hair... maybe if he could fin her, or someone else wearing a headband with this weird symbol on it, he can learn more about his past life. Anyways, the second name he can remember is Skillet... he tries not to think of that name. It only brings pain.
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What Was I to My Home...} Genin
How Experienced Was I...| D-Rank
How Do I Experience Life...|
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How Do I View It...|
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What Makes Me Unique Among My Peers...|
→• Tentacle Power: Able to have two separate Power stats for himself and his tentacles. Both start at whatever his base power is when he learns to use his tentacles, but he can subtract from his own power to make his tentacles that much stronger. Obviously this has the drawback of making his body apart from his tentacles very physically weak.
→• Fast and Accurate: While he has an aptitude for using weapons, he has a strong preference for small, projectile weaponry. The speed and accuracy of such weapons (and techniques using those weapons) are increased by 0.5 rank.
→• Tentacle Toughness: His tentacles are nearly as tough as steel, allowing him to defend against simple bukijutsu techniques without fear of having them severed.
What Are My Limitations...|
→ Chakra Pool → 100
→→• Burnt Orange
→→• A simple hazy aura that erupts into a writhing mass of countless tentacles when using a large amount of chakra.
→→→• Suiton
→→→• Raiton
→ Stamina Pool → 100
→ Archetype → Performer
→ Statistics
→→→Power → ☆☆☆(3)
→→→Agility → ☆☆☆☆☆(5)
→→→Intelligence → ☆☆☆☆☆(5)
→→→Chakra → ☆(1)
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How Much Ryo Do I Have...| 00, 000 Ryo
How Much Experience Do I Have...| 00, 000 Exp
What Have I Laid Claim To...|
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What Skills Have I Learned...|
→• Chemistry ► 6
→• Survival ► 5
What Am I Proficient In...|
→• Handheld Ranged Weapon: Kunai ► ☆☆(2)
→• Intensive Weaponry: Tentacles ► (0)
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What Can I Do...|
→ Ninjutsu → 01 // 01
→ Genjutsu → 00 // 02
→ Eisejutsu → 00 // 00
→ Fuinjutsu → 00 // 00
→ Stages of Learning [Bukijutsu] → 00 // 00
→ Stages of Learning [Taijutsu] → 00 // 00
→ Skill Points → 11 // 11
→ Proficiency Points → 02 // 03
_____________ [│║║█║▌][ώ ђ Ⱥ ț __đ Φ__Ӌ Φ ʋ__ђ Ⱥ ѷ Ә…]
What Do I Carry...|
Kunai x15
Light leather armor
Ocarina
Normal clothing
Cloud headband
Backpack
► Flint and steel x1
► One person tent x1
► Camp hammer
► Oiled waterskin
► Blanket
What Techniques Do I Possess...|
Quote: Maruton: • Suiton• Hachi Shokushu [Eight Tentacles] D-Rank {Your second element's name} {Katon, Suiton, Raiton, Doton, Fuuton} {If only one element, remove section} • {Other jutsu type's name} {Bloodline, Kugutsu, Eiseijutsu, etc.} {If none, remove section} • Quote: ▬▬┤|G e n j u t s u
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What Secrets Have I Discovered...|
→• {No one starts out with these. These are an in-game mechanic that will be utilized throughout the world, and will encompass items or secret locations discovered.}
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