Inugami Emirii [Dojo]

[Rise]

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Free D-Rank Minor Affinity: Fire
Free C-Rank Minor Affinity: Non-Elemental
Free C-Rank upgraded Minor to Major (Same as D-Rank): Fire
Major Affinities (Please state how they were acquired in "()" next to them): Fire (Free), Water (All Jutsus Mastered), Lightning (All Jutsus Mastered), Wind (All Jutsus Mastered), Metal (Free) (All Jutsus Mastered), Gravity (Half Jutsus Mastered), Blood (Half Jutsus Mastered).
Minor Affinities (Please state how they were acquired in "()" next to them): Non-Elemental (Free), Earth (Half of Jutsus Mastered)
BL/CA/Kin Free Advanced Elements: Metal
Non-BL/CA/Kin Advanced Elements (MAX FOUR) (Please state how they were acquired in "()" next to them: Gravity, Blood

Gravity (Word Count: 310):

Sadness, Pain, Suffering, Oppression, Jealousy, Greed and Misery. Some of the many negativities of life, that all humans must endure at least once within their lives. Each becoming another weight placed unto a person's soul, further imprisoning them to the world. But what about those whom were born to simply suffer? What about those whom were born a happy life, and everything was then taken from them? These two questions cannot simply be answered by a simple answer, but unlike most people, Emirii fell into both these categories. She was a child of the earth, a child whom bared the name of nobility of her clan, and was destined to become their high priestess. But what seemed as a blessing to those whom wouldn't understand how she lived, Emirii was imprisoned to her room, incapable to see the outside world, unable to converse with others. Her title became her chains, and once more her soul was weighted down to the ideals of her people.

Then came an end to her clan, in what was the most brutal slaying a child could ever bare to witness. Burned within her retina was the roaring flames that charred everything within its path, and the blood which splattered everywhere, dyeing the earth red of the malicious attack. Yet another nightmare which constantly roams within her mind, another sentiment she can no longer forget.

This was her weight... this was her gravity that constantly pulls her to reality....

There was no 'sudden' awakening or some odd realization. Emirii had always been aware of gravity placed upon people, not just the gravity that held them to the earth but the gravity that weighed people through their emotions. So this power known as Gravity, she had always had it. It was innate, she was born with this curse since she first opened her eyes to this world.

Blood (Word Count: 434):

As she resided amongst the tribe of the Jashnism faith along the borders of the Lightning and Water Country, it was here she was able to learn about the Jashnism customs and of their faith, which eventually led to her crowning as the priestess of their tribe. But there was one thing Emirii had learned from her stay with these people, and that was how valuable one's blood was. Actually, even amongst other religions, and civilizations of old, blood had a very prevalent presence that represented people, life, and communication amongst their gods. Whether it was for sacrificial intent or as means to create bonds with other people, Blood was a link all people, demons, and creatures alike shared upon this planet. So as she read their books, these truths were no longer hidden from her eyes, and as someone whom was well already well-versed in understanding different bases of elements as she was. The manipulation of going one step further wasn't far from reach...

"Emirii expresses this feels a bit painful....", a young Emirii commented at the mere age of twelve. Yes this is a flash back. What had happened was the child had pierced her palm with one of the sacrilegious stakes used by those of their faith.

A beautiful young lady dressed within a kimono soon sat by Emirii and embraced her into what seemed to be a warm motherly hug, "Cherish this pain young priestess... Soon you will understand. People of this world cannot understand unless its physically scarred into their bodies."

The woman then lifted Emirii's hand to her lips, and began to suckle on the blood that seeped from her wound. "Mmm... such a strong scent of metal... and such texture... your blood is rather refreshing... young priestess your bloodline flows strong within your body. I could tell simply by your blood that you hold yet another affinity."

She then chuckled as she looked back at the young priestess with a rather lewd expression. "Now Emirii... its your turn to taste mine. Bare your teeth and sink it within my flesh, suckle, drink as you please until you understand."

Emirii simply nodded at the woman, and with a large chump she bit harshly into the woman's flesh. This was the first time she had ever tasted blood, but she could feel it pouring into her mouth, and this... feeling... of euphoria taking over her.. She didn't understand it.. It was if she was finally being awakened to a new world. The curse and blessing of the Jashnist faith, through blood, eventually all will be revealed.

Reaper of Faith.

 

[Wakatsuchi Momoka]

Approved

Minor Affinities: Non-Elemental, Earth
Major Affinities: Fire, Water, Lightning, Wind
Advanced Elements: Metal | Gravity | Blood | None | None

 

[Nagoro Gojin]

Totally epic.

Approved.

 

[Rise]

Sorry Shinzaemon, I kinda retracted my weapon before you were able to post the approval. This should be fine now.

The Priestess's Dogma<i></i>

Also known as the released state of Emirii's Spear of Redemption and can only be activated after it has tasted fresh blood from the priestess. Unlike its original form which was simplistic in design and had three separate blades for carving up victims, this scythe had its blades reduced to one large haphazard blade and is entirely black save for the jagged edge that is noticeably rusty in appearance. This weapon is a sacred piece amongst Emirii's tribe, and has been a long standing tradition for ownership of this weapon to be passed unto each newly appointed priestess. But from its design, it's clearly evident that this weapon may have had demonic heritage due to its resemblance of an oddly shaped spinal cord, as visible bone like structures protrude alongside the pole itself as if the weapon was actually the spine of a very large creature.

Type: Slashing
Modifier: -2 Accuracy, +10% Damage
Augment(s): Chain Link, Explosive, Vampiric

 

[Nagoro Gojin]

Still approved. :3

 

[Rise]

Activating:

Release Restraint: (Have both Water Prison and Petrification Mastered)
The priestess was on her trail of a missing shinobi, and with use of her wind affinity, began to soar from tree to tree like the wind itself, with little to no effort on her part. She could tell she was already on his tail, as the wound she incurred unto him was still fresh, which left behind a visible and traceable trail of blood behind. But as she made her next step to the next branch... Suddenly vines wrapped around her violently ensnaring her mid-air. A trap created by the mysterious missing ninja? It seemed to be. But the priestess didn't worry, actually she didn't seem all that fazed as she simply began to snap her bones out of their sockets from various parts of her body, and wiggled her way out of the bind, falling limp to the ground below with a thud. Painful perhaps. But the priestess didn't seem all that bothered by it. She simply needed to lay down a bit...

Human Anatomy:
Since her fall, the priestess began to snap her bones in place with such precision. That she was already back on her feet just moments later. There was minor aches and pains, well at least to the priestess who was more accustom to pain but in reality, if a normal human being was to suffer to this "minor" injury of hers, they probably would have been bedridden for weeks. But to Emirii, such pain taught her a great lesson, and this lesson was the body of human beings was in fact fragile and putting it together took time and definitely needed the right touch and precision.

Willpower (Have Cancel Mastered):
Finally up and running like the fully automated machine that she was, she continued her trek on foot rather than in the trees as before. But upon her travels, she suddenly came across a beautiful meadow, which was filled of various plants quite contrary to the forest she was once traversing in. This was unexpected to the priestess, then again she have already forgotten the path she was following. It was almost as if something was forcibly letting her forget of her objective or even where she was. The priestess began to think hard to herself, and that's when she realized this made no sense. This world, this environment, there was no such thing in the deep jungles. Using Cancel as quickly as she could, the illusion suddenly subsided. But to simply recognize it was an illusion was more so luck than actually being aware of the Genjutsu.

Healing Factor:
It was already a few hours since the last trap, and it became nightfall. The priestess figured she would come to a stop within a nearby empty cave where she made base for herself. Collecting food and materials nearby, she made a bed, and already made a fire to toss the various meats she found nearby. It helped a lot to be accustomed to Kinbarii's cooking, as a lot of the meat was collected from quite unique animals Kinbarii would have made into dishes at times. So after she had finished eating, she immediately went to sleep. The following morning, she immediately noticed her wounds was already healed. She was practically brand new again.

Quick Reaction:
It was a new day but a continuation of her search. She wondered how far the man may have gone but she was sure he couldn't have moved too quickly in fear of leaving too many clues behind. She looked around the forest particularly, looking for the littlest of things that she could find to identify his whereabouts. Footprints. That was the first thing her eyes was able to pick up. It seemed the shinobi wasn't as cautious as he should have been. But... you probably got the gist of these roleplays, as it was yet another trap. A disfigured mud like creature that resembled the man suddenly emerged from the ground and began to attack her. The priestess was ambushed but she wasn't unprepared. With a quick dodge, she unleashed a powerful jet stream of water summoned from her surroundings, which impaled the creature, liquefying it.

Nimble Hands:
But what was this? The creature suddenly reformed itself. Taking on the form of a much harder substance like that of rock. The priestess quickly readied her scythe like weapon, and stood prepared for the next attack. The creature began to swipe furiously at the priestess, where each attack missed as Emirii precisely calculated each attack. Now on the offensive as the creature needed to reform itself, she began to make use of her unique mastery of jutsu, that she was able to form handseals even with a large scythe within her possession. With the end of the various formation of seals, a large drill of water plummeted into the golem, devastating it completely. Hopefully that was the end of it.

Bloody Mess:
Finally done with the abomination, she followed the sole trail up a small hill that led into the middle of a large clearing. There she saw her target, seemingly awaiting for the battle between them both. No words was said, the priestess simply revealed her scythe that glimmered brilliantly within the sun. A few seconds passed... then immediately the fight between them ensued. The man knew there was nowhere to escape from Emirii once she had the taste of his blood. She was a Jashinist after all. And what a battle it was, that the ground itself became a canvas of their blood. Then finally with a decisive blow by the priestess, the man's head was sliced clean off his body. Blood began to violently splatter everywhere, practically drenching the blonde priestess completely red of his blood. This was the end of her little tale that shown the various abilities of hers. Licking her lips of his blood, she then began her return back to Kirigakure with the man's head within her hand. She simply left the body behind for the wolves to feast. He was dead after all, and Jashin deemed him unworthy.

 

[Nagoro Gojin]

All approved dearest.