I got some Japanese characters inscribed.
"おちんちん"
I'm told it means rigidity and firmness.
Roleplay:
http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?p=76631#p76631
They should have noticed the crimson of his hair, amidst the crowd that had gathered. But otherwise, perhaps he was much more discrete in his appearance. Without his tell-tale suit, Yamaguchi Kami, the son of the Yakuza Center Family's Patriarch, looked like any other guy. The shirt he wore, and yes he did indeed wear a shirt, was a plain white with gray clouds drawn along its front. His shorts were a khaki blue that had resigned itself to a grayish azure after one too many cycles through cheap detergent.
The attire was not his, naturally. But we'll get to that later.
On this momentous occasion, Kami was holding a much younger girl in his arms, and she clung fearfully to his hair as she heard his name and title spoken in one shade of negativity to the other. Her name was Maya -- Maya Romanowski, of the Northern lands. There had been an incident in the past where her father was nearly fatally injured due to an accident at the plant that he worked at. She was much too confused to understand most of it, but the woman up on the stage had helped. She had brought her father back and made him stop feeling pain. It was a terrifying handful of minutes during which Mana had tried to heal the man, blocked off by other workers. Maya was much too young to understand legality and health-care, so all she could see was that her father's friends were stopping Mana from saving him.
That's when the redhead claimed that her father, Miiro Romanowski, was a newly enlisted member of the Yakuza family tree. She didn't know when that happened, but she knew him. He was Kami, the Hokage, and her father had once told her about how the Yamaguchi were bad men. It confused her when Kami decided to take her father and her away from the plant, and let them rest in the Yamaguchi Royal Grounds.
But about a year had passed since then, and her father was working again at the plant. She had managed to become friends with Kami, and he would come visit on Wednesdays after school to treat her out to ice cream. His logic was that Tuesdays were the most depressing days of the week, when the memory of the past weekend and ambitions for the coming one both dimmed to nothing. Now that he had put it that way, she found herself agreeing, but otherwise she might not have. She was ten years of age now but Kami still tended to carry her around. She felt perhaps he wasn't too sure at what age letting a kid walk on their own was appropriate, but she didn't mind the escort. Today had gone according to plan for the most part. When he came over, she was already done with her homework. They talked about math and writing in cursive and boys and other things that she suspected were of no actual interest to him. Then came the ice cream. Today was cherry-ice. They both tended to pick the same flavors only because he would get cranky and up tight when he didn't like his flavor and she enjoyed hers.
Kami didn't act very much like a Hokage, and when he was with her, they never spoke about his work. So it came as an unpalatable surprise to her when they both walked into a political rally with the word 'Hokage' thrown around so casually.
"Kami," she pleaded in a tone that was hushed and afraid. No one had recognized him yet, likely because of the way he let his hair return to its natural curly form when he would come visit her. She used to see pictures of him on the walls and his hair looked entirely different... but that's not the point. The only picture of him she saw now was one hurled into the flames below. "Kami we have to save Mana and get out of here!" When she turned to face him, she immediately grew a frown. He was staring at the stage on which people spoke and fought as if starstruck. Suddenly aware of how much bigger Kami was than her, a fact that she had forgotten with each of their expeditions, she took a hold of his pale chin and tried to shake it awake.
"They're going to hurt you!"
This was when he did right about the last thing she would want him to. He set her down. His eyes were somehow still focused ahead at the spectacle unfolding but for a brief moment, he pointed his brilliant emerald gems towards her. "I want you to leave. It isn't safe here. I'll keep Mana safe so just go, okay?" She found herself grateful that he was kneeling down to hold this conversation with her, because it meant more instances of time went by that he was almost invisible to the others. Invisible to those up at the stage. The whirling sense of fear and anguish manifested as small drops at the corners of her eyes. She didn't want to cry in front of him. She had cried so many times already and this past year she had become stronger. She understood a lot of things now, and she had grown so much and now suddenly all of it felt pointless as hot streams of salt water slipped down her cheeks.
"K-k-kami I know about what's going to happen to you! I overheard you and Y-y-yukio t-talking about it an-n-nd..." Words came laboriously, petaled with pangs of interruption at each pause that her voice faltered in. She couldn't stop the tears or the guilt or the sinking feeling, seeing the look in Kami's eyes. "Please d-don't go K-k-kami... they're g-gon-" Her words met a quick obstacle when her head was pulled into his chest. She hated when he would hug him. It made her feel like a child. But now it didn't feel so bad. Her crying only worsened, and with squeezed eyes, she tried to push out that ugly image in her head.
They would behead him. She had heard it. It was a prophecy and a lot of the Yamaguchi were preparing for it.
'Going to speak with him will only give away the original intent on you being here.' It was the first clear words she had heard Mana say. She froze, her squeezed-shut eyes darting open as they sought left and right for a way to rationalize what had been said. Who was 'he'? From whom did Mana suggest to hide their original intent? The sinking feeling returned and suddenly Kami's embrace felt much less comforting. Was she talking about Kami? A shiver ran up and down her spine. 'He gave me chocolates but I turned them down,' Mana continued, and Maya regretted recalling Kami's version of that story. He had tried for weeks to make up with Mana about the incident with Maya's father. Kami had seemed so cheerful when he talked about her, about his childish attempts at winning her forgiveness.
The way Kami spoke had not revealed the writhing black underbelly of the truth. For the first time her arms shot around Kami's head and pulled his face into her shoulder. She was jealous of Mana from the way he described her, the attention to the details he would use when talking about the old times. But he had never bothered to mention how she felt about him. Another shiver ran up her spine as she pressed Kami's face as strongly as she could in hopes that he should never rise and step away. He never mentioned that she hated him.
'To be honest, we were once friends.'
"They wouldn't hurt me."
With ease, he removed her arms from around his head. She tried once more to stop him, but he stood. They would take his head. A terrible image flashed in her mind and she was struck by an intimate fear. For a moment, she saw blood all over his white shirt. And just as quickly as her fear had lifted, he was gone, walking towards the podium. She chased after him but he was faster than she knew. He always seemed just out of reach.
The first one to notice him might be the college girl in the school uniform, as he stepped out of the crowd immediately in front of her. His hands were set in his pockets, but there wasn't the regular set of gadgets across his belt. Kami had made it a point not to bring weapons on his play-dates with Maya. She was much too smart for her age, and now apparently she was there when Kami and Yukio were talking about the prophecy? This wasn't something he could brush off. He could only imagine how many dates it would take before the tiny little girl forgot about that one inconvenient little fortune.
"We're all on the same side." Perhaps Mana would recognize him immediately, but for those that were not inconvenienced with knowing him for very long, the curly-haired redhead walking out of nowhere in layman's clothing was no one so special. But his voice was unwavering (at least it didn't carry the annoying screech of a loud speaker), and his demeanor did not hint at the fact that he had been scheduled to be assassinated in the very near future. Stepping to their midst, Kami walked past Amatsu, giving the boy a look that could not be described as cursory or short. He had seen him at the Arena before.
"This is not how we handle disagreement. The Corporation isn't headed by the Yakuza. If you have an issue with the Law, then you need only to garner support from The Governing Council. Stabbing one another in the back is the opposite of what Leaf City represents." His expression matched his words, both of which starkly contrasted with his laid-back attire. The tense line of his jaw shifted as he clenched his teeth in between sentences, and the penetrative nature of his gaze had now shifted from Amatsu to those that had gathered. They were mostly his age, some younger and older, but the difference in the lives they had lead was prominent. "Now..."
He broke into a cat-like grin.
"Can you people stop throwing pictures of my beautiful face into the fire?"
Wordcount: 250+
Stats:
All stats capped.
Capped Shop: 0
OoC Rank: S
Jutsu:
Class Change Points: 36
Points:
All to Agility please.
"おちんちん"
I'm told it means rigidity and firmness.
Roleplay:
http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?p=76631#p76631
They should have noticed the crimson of his hair, amidst the crowd that had gathered. But otherwise, perhaps he was much more discrete in his appearance. Without his tell-tale suit, Yamaguchi Kami, the son of the Yakuza Center Family's Patriarch, looked like any other guy. The shirt he wore, and yes he did indeed wear a shirt, was a plain white with gray clouds drawn along its front. His shorts were a khaki blue that had resigned itself to a grayish azure after one too many cycles through cheap detergent.
The attire was not his, naturally. But we'll get to that later.
On this momentous occasion, Kami was holding a much younger girl in his arms, and she clung fearfully to his hair as she heard his name and title spoken in one shade of negativity to the other. Her name was Maya -- Maya Romanowski, of the Northern lands. There had been an incident in the past where her father was nearly fatally injured due to an accident at the plant that he worked at. She was much too confused to understand most of it, but the woman up on the stage had helped. She had brought her father back and made him stop feeling pain. It was a terrifying handful of minutes during which Mana had tried to heal the man, blocked off by other workers. Maya was much too young to understand legality and health-care, so all she could see was that her father's friends were stopping Mana from saving him.
That's when the redhead claimed that her father, Miiro Romanowski, was a newly enlisted member of the Yakuza family tree. She didn't know when that happened, but she knew him. He was Kami, the Hokage, and her father had once told her about how the Yamaguchi were bad men. It confused her when Kami decided to take her father and her away from the plant, and let them rest in the Yamaguchi Royal Grounds.
But about a year had passed since then, and her father was working again at the plant. She had managed to become friends with Kami, and he would come visit on Wednesdays after school to treat her out to ice cream. His logic was that Tuesdays were the most depressing days of the week, when the memory of the past weekend and ambitions for the coming one both dimmed to nothing. Now that he had put it that way, she found herself agreeing, but otherwise she might not have. She was ten years of age now but Kami still tended to carry her around. She felt perhaps he wasn't too sure at what age letting a kid walk on their own was appropriate, but she didn't mind the escort. Today had gone according to plan for the most part. When he came over, she was already done with her homework. They talked about math and writing in cursive and boys and other things that she suspected were of no actual interest to him. Then came the ice cream. Today was cherry-ice. They both tended to pick the same flavors only because he would get cranky and up tight when he didn't like his flavor and she enjoyed hers.
Kami didn't act very much like a Hokage, and when he was with her, they never spoke about his work. So it came as an unpalatable surprise to her when they both walked into a political rally with the word 'Hokage' thrown around so casually.
"Kami," she pleaded in a tone that was hushed and afraid. No one had recognized him yet, likely because of the way he let his hair return to its natural curly form when he would come visit her. She used to see pictures of him on the walls and his hair looked entirely different... but that's not the point. The only picture of him she saw now was one hurled into the flames below. "Kami we have to save Mana and get out of here!" When she turned to face him, she immediately grew a frown. He was staring at the stage on which people spoke and fought as if starstruck. Suddenly aware of how much bigger Kami was than her, a fact that she had forgotten with each of their expeditions, she took a hold of his pale chin and tried to shake it awake.
"They're going to hurt you!"
This was when he did right about the last thing she would want him to. He set her down. His eyes were somehow still focused ahead at the spectacle unfolding but for a brief moment, he pointed his brilliant emerald gems towards her. "I want you to leave. It isn't safe here. I'll keep Mana safe so just go, okay?" She found herself grateful that he was kneeling down to hold this conversation with her, because it meant more instances of time went by that he was almost invisible to the others. Invisible to those up at the stage. The whirling sense of fear and anguish manifested as small drops at the corners of her eyes. She didn't want to cry in front of him. She had cried so many times already and this past year she had become stronger. She understood a lot of things now, and she had grown so much and now suddenly all of it felt pointless as hot streams of salt water slipped down her cheeks.
"K-k-kami I know about what's going to happen to you! I overheard you and Y-y-yukio t-talking about it an-n-nd..." Words came laboriously, petaled with pangs of interruption at each pause that her voice faltered in. She couldn't stop the tears or the guilt or the sinking feeling, seeing the look in Kami's eyes. "Please d-don't go K-k-kami... they're g-gon-" Her words met a quick obstacle when her head was pulled into his chest. She hated when he would hug him. It made her feel like a child. But now it didn't feel so bad. Her crying only worsened, and with squeezed eyes, she tried to push out that ugly image in her head.
They would behead him. She had heard it. It was a prophecy and a lot of the Yamaguchi were preparing for it.
'Going to speak with him will only give away the original intent on you being here.' It was the first clear words she had heard Mana say. She froze, her squeezed-shut eyes darting open as they sought left and right for a way to rationalize what had been said. Who was 'he'? From whom did Mana suggest to hide their original intent? The sinking feeling returned and suddenly Kami's embrace felt much less comforting. Was she talking about Kami? A shiver ran up and down her spine. 'He gave me chocolates but I turned them down,' Mana continued, and Maya regretted recalling Kami's version of that story. He had tried for weeks to make up with Mana about the incident with Maya's father. Kami had seemed so cheerful when he talked about her, about his childish attempts at winning her forgiveness.
The way Kami spoke had not revealed the writhing black underbelly of the truth. For the first time her arms shot around Kami's head and pulled his face into her shoulder. She was jealous of Mana from the way he described her, the attention to the details he would use when talking about the old times. But he had never bothered to mention how she felt about him. Another shiver ran up her spine as she pressed Kami's face as strongly as she could in hopes that he should never rise and step away. He never mentioned that she hated him.
'To be honest, we were once friends.'
"They wouldn't hurt me."
With ease, he removed her arms from around his head. She tried once more to stop him, but he stood. They would take his head. A terrible image flashed in her mind and she was struck by an intimate fear. For a moment, she saw blood all over his white shirt. And just as quickly as her fear had lifted, he was gone, walking towards the podium. She chased after him but he was faster than she knew. He always seemed just out of reach.
The first one to notice him might be the college girl in the school uniform, as he stepped out of the crowd immediately in front of her. His hands were set in his pockets, but there wasn't the regular set of gadgets across his belt. Kami had made it a point not to bring weapons on his play-dates with Maya. She was much too smart for her age, and now apparently she was there when Kami and Yukio were talking about the prophecy? This wasn't something he could brush off. He could only imagine how many dates it would take before the tiny little girl forgot about that one inconvenient little fortune.
"We're all on the same side." Perhaps Mana would recognize him immediately, but for those that were not inconvenienced with knowing him for very long, the curly-haired redhead walking out of nowhere in layman's clothing was no one so special. But his voice was unwavering (at least it didn't carry the annoying screech of a loud speaker), and his demeanor did not hint at the fact that he had been scheduled to be assassinated in the very near future. Stepping to their midst, Kami walked past Amatsu, giving the boy a look that could not be described as cursory or short. He had seen him at the Arena before.
"This is not how we handle disagreement. The Corporation isn't headed by the Yakuza. If you have an issue with the Law, then you need only to garner support from The Governing Council. Stabbing one another in the back is the opposite of what Leaf City represents." His expression matched his words, both of which starkly contrasted with his laid-back attire. The tense line of his jaw shifted as he clenched his teeth in between sentences, and the penetrative nature of his gaze had now shifted from Amatsu to those that had gathered. They were mostly his age, some younger and older, but the difference in the lives they had lead was prominent. "Now..."
He broke into a cat-like grin.
"Can you people stop throwing pictures of my beautiful face into the fire?"
Wordcount: 250+
Stats:
All stats capped.
Capped Shop: 0
OoC Rank: S
Jutsu:
Wind Slash *
Pressure Burst
Whirlwind Spin
Air Bullet
Shredding Touch
Tempest
Wind Release
Ambiance of the Forbidden
Transformation *
Body Switch *
Basic Summoning *
Combination Transformation
Crystal Eye
Cancel
Spirit Lantern
Jutsu Sealing
Elemental Clone
Barrier
Energy Transfer
Leech Seal
Rasengan
Mask Summon
Critical Exposure *
Snapshot
Chakra Sense
Active Camo *
Destroy Presence
Intangible Passage
Shadow Servant
Physical Imprisonment Seal
Body Bind
Black Blockade
Mystical Hand
Coagulation
Destruction Power Shot
Glacial Shot
Curve Shot *
Block *
Charge *
Grapple Shot *
Mad Flight *
Rage *
Destruction Power Shot *
Glacial Shot *
Thermal Maw *
Gravel Shift *
Earth Flow River *
Sinkhole Fist *
Pressure Burst
Whirlwind Spin
Air Bullet
Shredding Touch
Tempest
Wind Release
Ambiance of the Forbidden
Transformation *
Body Switch *
Basic Summoning *
Combination Transformation
Crystal Eye
Cancel
Spirit Lantern
Jutsu Sealing
Elemental Clone
Barrier
Energy Transfer
Leech Seal
Rasengan
Mask Summon
Critical Exposure *
Snapshot
Chakra Sense
Active Camo *
Destroy Presence
Intangible Passage
Shadow Servant
Physical Imprisonment Seal
Body Bind
Black Blockade
Mystical Hand
Coagulation
Destruction Power Shot
Glacial Shot
Curve Shot *
Block *
Charge *
Grapple Shot *
Mad Flight *
Rage *
Destruction Power Shot *
Glacial Shot *
Thermal Maw *
Gravel Shift *
Earth Flow River *
Sinkhole Fist *
Points:
All to Agility please.
