Old Character Name: Kiri
Old Village/Missing: Kumogakure
OCR Type: Was your character killed? Did you commit suicide? Did you retire?
Last Known Where-abouts: Chuunin Exam Proctor in Kumogakure
Old IC Rank: Mednin
New Character Name: Jien 自縁
Preferred Username: Jien
New Village/Missing: Kumogakure
New BL/CA: Hawkeye
Custom Class:
IC Rank: Chuunin[/quote]
Character Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sex: Male
Character's Physical Description:
Jien is a tall lad with a average frame and toned muscles. He has short messy white hair, almost curling along the ends of the fringes. He once had vibrant purple colored eyes when he was a child, but has now turned darker almost greyish in color. He has a natural tan complexion. He is usually seen wearing his bluish-grey parka over a black undershirt, with white pants combat shoes. A circular amulet would always hang around his neck. This can be considered as his field and mission clothes, with the metal plate of Kumogakure located on the buckle of his belt. His other choice of wardrobe is a white button-up dress shirt and a pair of black pants and boots. On this, he uses the amulet as a necktie of sorts, and is mostly when he needs to attend in some formal gathering.
Character's Mental Description:
Multiple Personality Application: n/a
Character History:
Origin & CA: Hawkeye
Kinjutsu: Chimera (reflavored) + CA: Reckless
Clan Request: n/a
Death/Retirement Thread: n/a
Old Profile: https://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=77&t=50762
Old Training: https://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=79&t=50773
Old Dojo: https://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=78&t=50763
Special Usergroups: B-Mod
Old Stats:
Stat Cut: I don’t know this…
New Stats:
Jutsu Mastery Swaps:
My planned affinities
Major: Lightning, Fire, Medical, Water
Minor: Earth, Non-Elemental,
Advance: Gravity, Vapor
Keeping
Medical
D-Rank
Mystical Hand - [M]
Coagulation - [M]
C-Rank
Skeletal Formation - [M]
System Shock - [M]
Anesthetic Infusion - [M]
System Restoration - [M]
B-Rank
Medical Ward - [M]
Mystical Force - [M]
Medical Assistant - [M]
Tranquilize - [M]
A-Rank
Regeneration - [M]
Pristine Aura - [M]
Resuscitate - [M]
Angelic Blessing - [M]
Slashing Taijutsu
E-Rank
Slash - [M]
Overhead Strike - [M]
D-Rank
Cross Rip - [M]
Crimson Flash - [M]
Gasher - [M]
C-Rank
Vanishing Slash - [M]
Lunar Steps - [M]
B-Rank
Magnum Break - [M]
Kill Driver - [M]
A-Rank
Higuma - [M]
Annihilation - [M]
Zantetsuken - [R1]
Fatal Draw - [M]
Buffing Taijutsu
D-Rank
Brandish - [R1]
Water Jutsu
E-rank
Pressurized Mist - [M]
Water Gun - [M]
D-rank
Water Whip - [M]
Aqua Fang - [M]
Rinse Off - [M]
C-rank
Water Prison - [M]
Raindance - [M]
Grand Waterfall - [M]
Impaling Hydro Jet - [M]
B-rank
TorrentialVortex –[M]
Hydro Tidal Shockwave – [M]
Water Shark Bomb – [M]
Mystical Pond – [M]
A-rank
Supreme Aqua Realm - [M]
Water Dragon Bullet - [M]
Grand Hydra Excavation –[M]
Scorn of Aquarius – [M]
Fire Jutsu
E-Rank
Infernal Ember - [M]
Thermal Maw - [M]
D-rank
Immolation Armor - [M]
Fireball - [M]
Combustive Seal - [M]
C-rank
Searing Eruption - [M]
Scalding Ash Clouds - [M]
Heat Wave - [M]
Dragon Fire - [M]
B-rank
Firestorm - [M]
Spontaneous Combustion - [M]
Infernal Hellfire - [M]
Ring of Fire - [M]
A-rank
Sol Fire Tempest - [M]
Abysmal Harbinger - [M]
Dragon Flame Bomb - [M]
Flame Shield - [M]
Non-Elemental
E-Rank
Body Switch - [M]
Transformation - [M]
D-Rank
Cancel - [M]
Contract Summoning - [M]
Crystal Eye - [M]
C-Rank
Elemental Negation - [M]
Elemental Clone - [M]
B-Rank
Leech Seal - [M]
Cursed Sealing - [M]
A-Rank
Stardust Nova - [M]
Gate of Enma - [M]
Nature's Guard - [R1]
Gravity Jutsu
C-Rank
Gravitational Pull - [M]
Anti-Gravity - [M]
Orbital Strike - [M]
Gravity Distortion - [M]
B-Rank
Clutch of the Giant - [M]
Inertial Control - [M]
Graviton - [M]
Forced Polarity - [M]
A-Rank
Shinra Tensei – [M]
Chibaku Tensei – [M]
Newton’s Apple – [M]
Centrifugal Force – [M]
Shadow Jutsu
C-Rank
Dark Displacement - [M]
Black Eruption - [M]
Midnight Strike - [M]
Specter Shade - [R1]
B-Rank
Shadow Punishment - [M]
Black Moon Fang - [R1]
Underworld Prison - [R1]
Ebony Nightmare - [M]
A-Rank
Shadow Garb - [M]
Shadow Summoning - [R1]
Darkness Falls - [M]
Absolute Void- [R1]
Kinetic Genjutsu
C-Rank
Crippled - [M]
Mist of Deceit - [M]
Massochism - [M]
B-Rank
Phoenix Embrace - [M]
Lingering Spark - [M]
Crush Depth - [M]
Visual Genjutsu
C-Rank
After-Image - [M]
B-Rank
Advanced Clone - [R1]
Will Genjutsu
D-rank
Amnesia - [M]
Refunding
Lightning
E-Rank
Storm Bolt - [M]
Thunderfist - [M]
D-Rank
Thunderclap - [M]
Electrocution - [M]
B-Rank
Chidori - [M]
Radiation Jutsu
C-Rank
Sub-Atomic Scorch - [M]
Radioactive Decay - [M]
Radioactive Glow - [M]
B-Rank
Atomic Deterioration - [M]
A-Rank
Radiation Therapy - [R1]
Gamma Ray - [M]
Inborn Mutagen - [M]
X-ray Scan - [R1]
Acid Jutsu
C-Rank:
Acid Rain - [M]
Weapon Corrosion - [M]
Lactic Buildup - [M]
B-Rank:
Acid Clone - [M]
Fangs of the Komodo - [R1]
A-Rank:
Royal Water - [R1]
Heartburn Disorder - [M]
Lure of the Flytrap - [M]
Kinetic Genjutsu
E-Rank
Hot Weapon - [M]
Stun - [M]
1000 Years of Pain Kai - [M]
D-Rank
Influenza - [M]
Drunken Stupor - [R1]
A-Rank
Hemorrhagic Fever - [M]
Parasitic Infection - [M]
Delayed Agony - [R1]
Curse of the Leper - [R1]
Shared Torment - [M]
Tree Binding - [R1]
Will Genjutsu
C-Rank
Black Out - [R1]
B-Rank
Havoc of the Doomed Mind - [R1]
Audial Genjutsu
D-Rank
Trembling Music - [M]
Gong - [M]
C-Rank
Deaf - [M]
Piercing Cry - [M]
B-rank
Leak - [M]
Prolong - [R1]
Wither - [R1]
Bass Drop - [M]
A-Rank
Radial Shock - [M]
Swapping to
Projectile Taijutsu
E-rank:
Curve Shot (M)
Unforeseen Strike (M)
D-rank:
Venomous Sting (M)
Quick Shot (M)
Bounce Shot (M)
C-rank:
Critical Shot (M)
Snipe (M)
Scatter Shot (M)
Detonation Tip (M)
B-rank:
Flurry Shot (M)
Pierce Shot (M)
Grapple Shot (M)
Burst Shot (M)
Homing Shot (M)
A-rank:
Destruction Power Shot (M)
Combustive Shot (M)
Glacial Shot (M)
Voltaic Shot (M)
Terra Firma Shot (M)
Buffing Taijutsu
C-rank
Chakra Extension (M)
Shadow Dance (M)
B-rank
Unbound (M)
Focused Assault (M)
A-rank
Devastating Aura (M)
Awakening (M)
Unleash (M)
Limit Break (M)
Vapor Jutsu
C-rank:
Hidden Mist (M)
Blinding Fog (M)
Bloody Mist (M)
Mist Ball (M)
B-rank:
White Mist (M)
Rolling Fog (M)
Burning Mist (M)
Vapor Punch (M)
A-rank:
Suffocating Fog (M)
Ether Strike (M)
Black Mist (M)
Steam Snare (M)
Other Refunds:
Keeping Augments
Reenergize
Vampiric
Dual Weapon
Silencer
Swift
Trick Weapon no.1
Recovery
Wired
Vengeance
Raid
Barbed Teeth
Trick Weapon no. 2
Wide Edge
Blitz
Siege
Toxify
Keeping ASP Purchases
+2 Class Bonus Card
Additional Advance Element
Ability Card
Name of any Contract you currently own:
- Slug Contract
- Ungulate Contract (on-going)
Name of any Cursed Seals you currently own:
Crescent Seal
Name of Kinjutsu you own:
Dark Sage Approval
Still actively roleplaying in any other threads? n/a (no death)
What is Limbo Training?
This is the training that you would have gotten if you did not move on to your new character's life. Your caps are determined by your rebirthed stats. You must keep a record of your stats gained during limbo in your OCR thread. You may NOT request for an automatic rank up should you find that your new stats allow you to upgrade. Limbo training is only for people who have died in modded combat or suicide. Anyone whose character has not died is still capable of RPing that character until their OCR is finalized, and thus can train as normal.
Things you do NOT need to state, but take note of:
Things that do NOT transfer with your next character:
Please take notice of which ASP shop items that you have bought transfer with your character, and which do not.
Old Village/Missing: Kumogakure
OCR Type: Was your character killed? Did you commit suicide? Did you retire?
Last Known Where-abouts: Chuunin Exam Proctor in Kumogakure
Old IC Rank: Mednin
New Character Name: Jien 自縁
Preferred Username: Jien
New Village/Missing: Kumogakure
New BL/CA: Hawkeye
Custom Class:
Main Branch/ANBU/Med-Nin: Main BranchCustom Class said:
IC Rank: Chuunin[/quote]
Character Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sex: Male
Character's Physical Description:
Jien is a tall lad with a average frame and toned muscles. He has short messy white hair, almost curling along the ends of the fringes. He once had vibrant purple colored eyes when he was a child, but has now turned darker almost greyish in color. He has a natural tan complexion. He is usually seen wearing his bluish-grey parka over a black undershirt, with white pants combat shoes. A circular amulet would always hang around his neck. This can be considered as his field and mission clothes, with the metal plate of Kumogakure located on the buckle of his belt. His other choice of wardrobe is a white button-up dress shirt and a pair of black pants and boots. On this, he uses the amulet as a necktie of sorts, and is mostly when he needs to attend in some formal gathering.
Character's Mental Description:
As a person… Jien can be laid-back. He is very much grounded to reality that he is more of a realist than an optimist. In fact, he may come out rude or pessimistic so long as he shows the blunt reality that is before him. But that is only when he speaks his mind. He isn’t someone who like to rub his own thoughts into others, nor someone who wants to gossip. He can be observant, but he doesn’t take it upon himself to act on it unless necessary. If asked how he would define himself, Jien would, no doubt, answer that he is just an ordinary man trying to get by one day at a time.
As a shinobi… Jien is perceptive but follows the directive more than anything else. He has been trained since he was young about the harsh realities of the world, and of the sufferings needed. Consequences are treated as part of the job, and so he must always focus on getting the job done with an objective mind. Over the years, over many scars and near death experiences, Jien has long abandoned inhibitions. He has hardened himself to the point of breathing life and death together, of seeing and tasting blood, of ignoring the pains and merciless fighting style. He believes that only those who are quick and determined can ever achieve anything, as such, he prides himself with his marksmanship– an ability he honed for years and never once failed him.
As a foreigner in service of a foreign land… Jien has never shied away from admitting that he wasn’t born in Lightning Country, though he would often escape further questions. Somehow, there’s a strange determination in him to become a valuable asset to Kumogakure. At one point, he exclaimed how he was fascinated and in awe about the organised structure, particularly with the power and responsibilities that the known Sennins and the Raikage had. Because of this, he is quite eager to prove his mettle to become part of the Kumogakure system.
As an okonomiyaki lover… Jien doesn’t shy away from spending his money to eat okonomiyaki everyday. In fact, if given the opportunity, he’d eat it all his life. Nothing could ever separate him from this one true love of his, lest they who dare are willing to earn his ire.
As a shinobi… Jien is perceptive but follows the directive more than anything else. He has been trained since he was young about the harsh realities of the world, and of the sufferings needed. Consequences are treated as part of the job, and so he must always focus on getting the job done with an objective mind. Over the years, over many scars and near death experiences, Jien has long abandoned inhibitions. He has hardened himself to the point of breathing life and death together, of seeing and tasting blood, of ignoring the pains and merciless fighting style. He believes that only those who are quick and determined can ever achieve anything, as such, he prides himself with his marksmanship– an ability he honed for years and never once failed him.
As a foreigner in service of a foreign land… Jien has never shied away from admitting that he wasn’t born in Lightning Country, though he would often escape further questions. Somehow, there’s a strange determination in him to become a valuable asset to Kumogakure. At one point, he exclaimed how he was fascinated and in awe about the organised structure, particularly with the power and responsibilities that the known Sennins and the Raikage had. Because of this, he is quite eager to prove his mettle to become part of the Kumogakure system.
As an okonomiyaki lover… Jien doesn’t shy away from spending his money to eat okonomiyaki everyday. In fact, if given the opportunity, he’d eat it all his life. Nothing could ever separate him from this one true love of his, lest they who dare are willing to earn his ire.
Multiple Personality Application: n/a
Character History:
Origin & CA: Hawkeye
As far as Jien could remember, he had always held a gun. Whether it was for self-defense or for assault, the smell of gunpowder had always been a familiar fume, and the recoil on his arm was the perfect tension to know that he was alive. He was an orphan in the streets of the underground slums of Earth Country, knowing only to fend for himself lest he be the victim of others. As such, he would eventually meet a certain gang that roamed around his vicinity and eventually would be taken in by them. Life growing with them was harsh but also full of adventure. If he could get past their abuses and insults, he actually learned a lot from them, especially the use of a gun. His first kill was when he was 7 and ever since he was constantly made use by the gang for their own survival. After all, while Arcadia, the lost capital of the underground world, was known to having rich miners, there were also those who were cast with misfortune. As such, the envy of those who have nothing led to many gangs that would try to accumulate their own wealth.
It was only a decade later when he would meet some people from the surface, one being a shinobi from Konohagakure on an observation mission. Their encounter was not one of friendship. A particular robbery that their gang had planned would be stopped by this shinobi, by coincidence, and though the encounter was rough and almost led to his untimely death, Jien was give a choice to properly make use of his talent elsewhere. Of course, while the thought of becoming a shinobi did seem a bit attractive to him, Jien refused the Konoha shinobi and escaped on his own. With the untimely disbanding of their gang, it was the first time that Jien found a strange emptiness, almost as if he didn’t have a goal in sight.
One last robbery got him entangled with a visiting nobleman, whom he would deceive into hiring him as bodyguard. He had only planned to steal this man’s wealth and possession, but as he played along, he eventually found himself brought out into the surface. For the first time, Jien breathed the fresh air and saw the endless sky. Eventually, he forgot the thought of stealing from this nobleman as he agreed to continue to work for him, even gaining new skills and being taught of various things. This nobleman would eventually adopt him, confessing that he knew of Jien’s real plans but took pity on him since he reminded him of his lost daughter, his face resembling hers. As such, for a few years, Jien would live a normal life, being taught the rudiments of language, history and even their family’s business and trade.
But Jien wasn’t one to be tied down that easily. He had lived most of his life in a completely opposite way– one of danger, death, and battles– that a normal life was seemingly impossible. So he made use of the family’s influence to find means to train further. Some of their clients would be accompanied by warriors, soldiers, or even shinobis, that Jien would make use of their time to try and learn from them. Eventually, he would find a master marksman who took an interest to his own inclination of the gun, and because this traveling vagabond didn’t have anywhere else to live, he was allowed to personally train Jien in the nobleman’s estate and live there.
Even then, the heart of a vagabond grew tired of a stale life and decided to leave one day, leaving behind a note for Jien. In it would be the beginning of the lifelong journey of the young lad. His final lesson from the master marksman was, apparently, to find him and duel with him one day. It was a daunting task, considering that he knew well that the words meant that it would be a duel to the death, thus, Jien knew he needed to prepare himself for what could be the ultimate battle of his life. And he could only to do without anything else to hold him back. Because of it, he would bid farewell to the kind nobleman before disappearing for good.
In his travel to train and search for any clues of where his master went, Jien would eventually reach Lightning Country. There, he would learn from some of the villages about Kumogakure. While he was not interested at first, he soon came to understand that Kumogakure was one of the prime shinobi villages in the land, and no doubt their intelligence division would become useful. More importantly, he came to understand, from few of the testimonies of the people he met, that Kumogakure had a long history of strong warriors, commendable shinobis, and esteemed branches that make a difference on a world stage. How much of that was true, he wasn’t certain, but somehow it made Jien remember of that group he once met in Arcadia.
Once, he had somehow dreamt of being free and being able to do what he wanted, back when he was trapped in the gang. It was then when their gang had a run-in with the Kagerenmei, a group who believed in “peace by all means”, who protected the denizens, and whom Jien first felt gratitude to. However, what remains of that group was now just a pile of rocks, ruins, and gravestones. He was still young back then that he couldn’t have understood the gravity of their actions, but Jien knew that they were good, and he once aspired to become part of them.
Perhaps, that dream is not yet completely lost– he thought, as he makes a decision to go to Kumogakure and see if this would change his life. And perhaps, he’ll eventually grow stronger into someone worthy to fight his master one day.
Thus, for the last seven years, Jien has lived in Kumogakure. He trained, worked, and learned to become better, and to become part of a system that he truly believed he could find himself being proud of– Kumogakure. And while becoming a shinobi may not have been a priority in his mind when he was a child, it was now evidently part of who he was. But unlike others that relied on their ninjutsu and illusions and such, Jien had furthered his ability with the gun and rifle. To complement it, he knew taking up different tactics and a suitable hunting partner would be to his advantage, and hopeful would make him a valuable asset to the village.
It was only a decade later when he would meet some people from the surface, one being a shinobi from Konohagakure on an observation mission. Their encounter was not one of friendship. A particular robbery that their gang had planned would be stopped by this shinobi, by coincidence, and though the encounter was rough and almost led to his untimely death, Jien was give a choice to properly make use of his talent elsewhere. Of course, while the thought of becoming a shinobi did seem a bit attractive to him, Jien refused the Konoha shinobi and escaped on his own. With the untimely disbanding of their gang, it was the first time that Jien found a strange emptiness, almost as if he didn’t have a goal in sight.
One last robbery got him entangled with a visiting nobleman, whom he would deceive into hiring him as bodyguard. He had only planned to steal this man’s wealth and possession, but as he played along, he eventually found himself brought out into the surface. For the first time, Jien breathed the fresh air and saw the endless sky. Eventually, he forgot the thought of stealing from this nobleman as he agreed to continue to work for him, even gaining new skills and being taught of various things. This nobleman would eventually adopt him, confessing that he knew of Jien’s real plans but took pity on him since he reminded him of his lost daughter, his face resembling hers. As such, for a few years, Jien would live a normal life, being taught the rudiments of language, history and even their family’s business and trade.
But Jien wasn’t one to be tied down that easily. He had lived most of his life in a completely opposite way– one of danger, death, and battles– that a normal life was seemingly impossible. So he made use of the family’s influence to find means to train further. Some of their clients would be accompanied by warriors, soldiers, or even shinobis, that Jien would make use of their time to try and learn from them. Eventually, he would find a master marksman who took an interest to his own inclination of the gun, and because this traveling vagabond didn’t have anywhere else to live, he was allowed to personally train Jien in the nobleman’s estate and live there.
Even then, the heart of a vagabond grew tired of a stale life and decided to leave one day, leaving behind a note for Jien. In it would be the beginning of the lifelong journey of the young lad. His final lesson from the master marksman was, apparently, to find him and duel with him one day. It was a daunting task, considering that he knew well that the words meant that it would be a duel to the death, thus, Jien knew he needed to prepare himself for what could be the ultimate battle of his life. And he could only to do without anything else to hold him back. Because of it, he would bid farewell to the kind nobleman before disappearing for good.
In his travel to train and search for any clues of where his master went, Jien would eventually reach Lightning Country. There, he would learn from some of the villages about Kumogakure. While he was not interested at first, he soon came to understand that Kumogakure was one of the prime shinobi villages in the land, and no doubt their intelligence division would become useful. More importantly, he came to understand, from few of the testimonies of the people he met, that Kumogakure had a long history of strong warriors, commendable shinobis, and esteemed branches that make a difference on a world stage. How much of that was true, he wasn’t certain, but somehow it made Jien remember of that group he once met in Arcadia.
Once, he had somehow dreamt of being free and being able to do what he wanted, back when he was trapped in the gang. It was then when their gang had a run-in with the Kagerenmei, a group who believed in “peace by all means”, who protected the denizens, and whom Jien first felt gratitude to. However, what remains of that group was now just a pile of rocks, ruins, and gravestones. He was still young back then that he couldn’t have understood the gravity of their actions, but Jien knew that they were good, and he once aspired to become part of them.
Perhaps, that dream is not yet completely lost– he thought, as he makes a decision to go to Kumogakure and see if this would change his life. And perhaps, he’ll eventually grow stronger into someone worthy to fight his master one day.
Thus, for the last seven years, Jien has lived in Kumogakure. He trained, worked, and learned to become better, and to become part of a system that he truly believed he could find himself being proud of– Kumogakure. And while becoming a shinobi may not have been a priority in his mind when he was a child, it was now evidently part of who he was. But unlike others that relied on their ninjutsu and illusions and such, Jien had furthered his ability with the gun and rifle. To complement it, he knew taking up different tactics and a suitable hunting partner would be to his advantage, and hopeful would make him a valuable asset to the village.
The crack of lightning in the sky lights up the dark world, and in that split second, Jien saw the reflection of light against the blade that was hovering just above his head. In the dark of night, the enemy had gotten confident to conceal himself within the shadows to create this opportunity. However much he may have wanted to cut down the white-haired warrior, Jien was far from being a sitting duck. As light reflects against his own grey eyes, Jien pulled his hands close towards him and then pivoted on his back foot, entering into a sudden turn to avoid the swinging arc of the blade. A whistle comes in the wake of the completed swing of nothing but air. And in retaliation, Jien completes his turn to face the enemy once more, bring with him the momentum of his step-back and lunge, as he catch the attacker’s sword arm in his closer arm, wrapping along the elbow, and then pulling the enemy close for the cold steel of his handgun to touch the man’s head. Smoke fades into the night air as the echo dies into the distance. Jien picks up the blade from the still body and firmly holds on the handle, testing the weight for a good long moment.
In that instance, a memory surfaces into his mind. Some years back as he was surviving in the underground capital of Earth Country, the Arcadia, his ways of surviving with the gangs had been his introduction to this violent world. Blood was life… scent… and death. It was the constant stint that dwelled in the less than stellar neighbourhood, far from where the rich men and those who struck gold with the mining industry had lived. In this far-reaching neighbourhood, it was almost as if the underground had robbed them of every bit of light. Not even the gems that stuck out from the walls could have been seen as a light, for they merely lay witness to the bloodshed that occurred in those streets. Far from the prying eyes of the righteous– in a world where Jien learned the worth of each bullet he shot– the young warrior would be taught how deadly the blade could be.
It was during one of their gang wars, when they would expand their territory thus crushing the nearby gangs who thought otherwise, that he would witness one of their own easily cut up another. It was terrifying to watch, especially for a child, as blood sprayed to the ground and the walls, a scream so shrill turning deadly silent before the drop of the body. The image would burn itself into the eyes of the members, but for Jien, his eyes were fixated on the blade that their leader held. It dripped of the crimson liquid yet it was still. He could tell there was power in it, yet the power was unstable, almost seemingly reaching out to him. But he stay away from it.
When he a bit older, turning just ten over the few the weeks, he would finally get a taste of handling the blade. The leader expected him to follow him to the very end, and as such, a new skill set was required. Though he was still quite devoted to his instinct that valued the gun that pretty much his weapon of choice, he was a quick learner with the blade. He didn’t like the large swords, rather, he kept with the daggers, the medium-length, and somethings the curved ones. For a boy who was rather average in build, almost underweight to be honest, his hands held the blade’s hilt firmly and each of his strikes were had a purpose, even if it seemed like a reckless dance. A few times he cut himself, but those few times, he never complained. A few times he got cut when he fought another, and still, he never complained.
“You’re creepy,” one of the members said one day, right when they had just finished another turf war. Some of them were returning to their base with cuts and bruises, while others with severed limbs or left behind dead. Jien had a few long cuts on his chest and legs that his blood would pool whenever he stopped to rest. He would take in a long deep breath to relax his muscles and repeat the words in his head: “do not give up.” And so, he would simply smile at those condescending words of his ally, wiping blood off his bruised face and walk on. Nothing would stop him but himself– he thought, and so, as long as he never thought of his death, he would have nothing to fear.
Some of the scars around his body were because he never saw the need to avoid getting wounded, often getting called reckless by his allies. But there was something stimulating about the act of bleeding that made him feel much more alive. It was almost as if each drawing of his blood made his muscles burn and his heart roar. And so, he would prove that he would be a devastating enemy to the other gangs. A gun in one hand and a short sword in the other, he walked with a trail of blood, both his and his enemies.
Once, he almost died from it all, and it was when he learned how it felt to be an asset. He was saved by the gang leader and he would be nursed to health before he would return to the field. Throughout that time, while others pressed on for him to rethink about the value of life, there was just nothing that could seem to make him fear death. “I bleed because I’m alive. Isn’t that enough?” he once asked one of the concerned allies before he would pick up his gun and dagger to prepare for another stand against in a turf war.
At present, Jien grins at the thought of the memory. Indeed, it has been long since he felt the handle of a blade against his calloused hand that only held guns for so long. And it didn’t seem so bad to do so again. Brandishing the blade overhead before settling it to his side, Jien would look up ahead of him to spot a few more of the gathered assailants that thought it was wise to track him in the alleyway and kill him off. That was probably their mistake in this hunt, for he was the hunter and never the prey.
Thus, relishing in the atmosphere, blade in hand, memories resurfacing of every instance, every experience of the sword, and his grin turns into a flat expression. A silent showdown eclipses at the howl of the night breeze, sending Jien dashing without hesitation. The narrow alleyway would not have been ideal, but only for the uninitiated. He was not.
At the reaction of the assailants, Jien leapt off the ground and onto the wall before kicking off to a twist overhead as he dodges their initial strikes. His body moves like instincts possessed him, especially when memories have been selected for this particular action. Then, he spins a slashing swing before shifting the blade as he kicks off from the other wall. Dodge, attack, dodge, attack. Slide away from the reach of the enemy’s blade then counter with his own. Just then, something struck him from behind as he makes for a wide dodge. A hand goes over and he grabs hold of the cold steel before pulling out and throwing it above. More have appeared on the rooftops of the alleyway, seemingly eager to chuck their kunais at him.
He clicked his tongue as he touched the ground, leaving only a few moments to readjust himself before a powerful kick to the ground jumpstarts him towards the assailants with a final slash to kill the one on the ground with him. In his speed, he avoids the next slew of projectiles before he jumps and scales the wall while shifting his other hand to reload his handgun. Then, as he reached the top, he jumped over the hidden attacking assailant, barely missing the broad swing. With deft grace and acrobatic precision, he places the end of the barrel against the man’s head from behind and pulls the trigger, before dropping down to use the now dead assailant as a shield from the incoming kunais of the others. Then, he would rush out and start shooting with precision and speed, getting closer and closer.
One. Two. Three. They drop like rag dolls into the alleyway until Jien slices the last one before a heated stamp of a bullet kisses the center of his head. The impact was enough to throw him off the ledge and straight into the canal on the other side of the alley. From there, Kiri looks on as he counts the bodies. Just like in the report, everyone was accounted for. He nodded as if he was satisfied and then he throws the blade out into the canal waters, before placing his gun back to is holster hidden underneath his coat-jacket.
As he begins to walk away, he realises that he was injured. A short sting on his back makes him remember the kunai that was lucky enough to lodge itself on him. He sighs in frustration before shrugging. He didn’t really want to bother much of it and it’s not like he was going to die from it. There wasn’t any feeling of poison either, so he continued to walk, hoping he could get back to the room he rented in that town so he could have a nice long warm bath.
It was after that mission when he realised that something was changing in him. Jien could feel that it yet he couldn’t put a word to it. Everything was just so natural to him that it was nothing to think about. But perhaps it was because it made things feels so natural and so familiar to him that something was, in fact, causing it. Like the way he held a knife that instantly summoned memories of the way to slash and let go all of his inhibitions. Or the way he believed that he could not imagine a day without touching his precious guns. Or the way he was perceiving others, especially in the training grounds. The coliseum was giving him a hard time lately, for as he trained, his perception easily catches details he would have ignored in the past. Lately, he was remembering everything to the very last detail, of the trainee’s weight, their footwork, their handling prowess and their breathing. He was remembering a technique even as he only seen it once. And he was recreating it perfectly, almost like mirror imagery. It was interesting, almost mysterious, that he couldn’t quite pinpoint what made him so, but he would capitalise on this new phenomena he was experiencing, and so often he would make time for the coliseum to observe and simply learn. Was it like the so-called famous Sharingan? Maybe, who knows, but it wasn’t about copying, it was also about living through it.
One night, Jien was visited by a dream he never once had. It was almost as he if lost himself into the memory of the dream– standing in the courtyard of the nobleman’s mansion, hand pressed on the handle of the gun he possessed. He was a child, once again, and he didn’t seem at all mad about it. In fact, there was a bubbling urge within him that wanted resurface, a strange kind of excitement that could only be explained by that single moment in his life. He was meeting his mentor for the day and he couldn’t help but be excited about it.
Looking to his left, he caught sight his mentor in the distance, walking into the woods. With a big wide smile, Jien ran off to follow. Strange how the concept of the marksman mentor had always been an inspiring urge within his heart and yet the silhouette in his memories was always of a man. But in this dream, she was clearly different. Long dark hair with a feather hairpin, some markings on her face, and a motherly smile. She looked at him with expectant eyes and embraced him before they began their routine training in the woods. There, he would witness her marksmanship unrivalled by any other. It would just be another day in his life, only this time, he would not have to worry about using his gun to kill in order to survive.
However, as they were finishing, with the sun going down over the horizon, something felt amis. She would stop on her tracks and place a hand on his head, saying, “Jien, you’re a very talented child. It’s really sad to think you had to live a life that way until now. I wish there was so much more you could have experienced. Promise me that one day you’ll find me and show me all that you’ve learned.”
It was a peculiar promise, almost as if she was leaving him for good. “Why? Are you going somewhere?” asked Jien, remember the exact words that unfolded that day.
“I’m a nomad. I don’t stay for long in one place. And you’ve been a good student. I’ve met a lot in my lifetime, but never one like you. You are almost like my child, but I know I can’t be selfish. You have a whole life ahead of you. That’s why, even if it’s a little bit, I want to help you make the most of it, to grow stronger and achieve the fullest of your potential.”
At those words, Jien felt something surround him and a shimmer of a bright light on her hand on his head. It was brief so he thought it was merely the sunset’s rays shining through the openings between the canopies, often than not brightly shining her figure. Like the rays of hope. But now that he looked back to this memory, it was highly suspicious, especially with the words she left him after that.
“One day, you’ll come to remember things you would not think of remembering. One day, you’ll experience what you have seen. When that time comes, you’ll find yourself moving to the ways of the natural world, dancing to the tune of the memories. When you remember, let go of your fears and allow yourself to grow further. Only then will you realise that there is more to master, more reason to train, and that perfection is but a myth,” she spoke almost like a chant before he let go of his head. Then, she would give him her prized possession of two handguns. These were the ones that she said she had personally crafted from a famous artisan in a land to the north. “My gift… This might become problematic, and I hope you will not abuse it to the point of endangering yourself. But I do believe you have the right sense of judgment. You’re still young but already, you’ve seen so much. That’s why, when you do use this, please remember everything. So that you will not fall into the traps of men. People forget once they gain power, but memories are more powerful than anything else.”
“What are you saying? I don’t understand,” said the child Jien with a raised brow. She merely laughed and then urged them both to return to the mansion.
“Don’t worry. One day you’ll understand.”
Waking up from the dream, Jien couldn’t quite figure out if it left him with a cold sweat or that his body was burning with fear that he was getting all sentimental and remembering the past. But he did come to a sit on his mattress and leaned against the headboard, eyes searching the simple room he owned in Kumogakure. Only a small light would shine through the window and he loved the ambiance it created, like a serene soft atmosphere to call his own. Glancing to the sidetable, his prized handguns, the one given by his mentor lay still.
“Memories are powerful, huh? I suppose this is part of what’s happening,” he said with a sigh as he ran a hand through his hair, only to stop as he remembered that brief moment of a flash of light when his mentor placed her hand on his head while he was young. “Is this the gift you said? Are you challenging me to learn as many and transform the memories into something only I can wield? If so… thank you.” He went back to sleep soon after, with a content smile on his face.
The next day, he was more than eager to put the theory to the test as he listed himself for a good long day of training in the coliseum. With one sword in one hand, and a gun another, he found himself in a standstill, in a world of memories playing before him, where he could select, he could rethink, and his body would just follow the rhythm it sang. Thus, the more he fought, the more he observed, the better he got. Though by the end of the day, he always got scolded about his recklessness. He always earned a few more cuts, a few more bruises, but that didn’t deter him. If anything, he felt all the more needy for something to push himself.
“Heh? It’s just a scratch,” he would then say, not bothered by the scent of his own blood, “No pain, no gain, right? Besides, unless I bleed, I wouldn’t know if I’m truly living. So if I’m still getting wounded, it just means I need to keep getting better. I just need to make… more memories to activate.”
[WC: 2,980]
In that instance, a memory surfaces into his mind. Some years back as he was surviving in the underground capital of Earth Country, the Arcadia, his ways of surviving with the gangs had been his introduction to this violent world. Blood was life… scent… and death. It was the constant stint that dwelled in the less than stellar neighbourhood, far from where the rich men and those who struck gold with the mining industry had lived. In this far-reaching neighbourhood, it was almost as if the underground had robbed them of every bit of light. Not even the gems that stuck out from the walls could have been seen as a light, for they merely lay witness to the bloodshed that occurred in those streets. Far from the prying eyes of the righteous– in a world where Jien learned the worth of each bullet he shot– the young warrior would be taught how deadly the blade could be.
It was during one of their gang wars, when they would expand their territory thus crushing the nearby gangs who thought otherwise, that he would witness one of their own easily cut up another. It was terrifying to watch, especially for a child, as blood sprayed to the ground and the walls, a scream so shrill turning deadly silent before the drop of the body. The image would burn itself into the eyes of the members, but for Jien, his eyes were fixated on the blade that their leader held. It dripped of the crimson liquid yet it was still. He could tell there was power in it, yet the power was unstable, almost seemingly reaching out to him. But he stay away from it.
When he a bit older, turning just ten over the few the weeks, he would finally get a taste of handling the blade. The leader expected him to follow him to the very end, and as such, a new skill set was required. Though he was still quite devoted to his instinct that valued the gun that pretty much his weapon of choice, he was a quick learner with the blade. He didn’t like the large swords, rather, he kept with the daggers, the medium-length, and somethings the curved ones. For a boy who was rather average in build, almost underweight to be honest, his hands held the blade’s hilt firmly and each of his strikes were had a purpose, even if it seemed like a reckless dance. A few times he cut himself, but those few times, he never complained. A few times he got cut when he fought another, and still, he never complained.
“You’re creepy,” one of the members said one day, right when they had just finished another turf war. Some of them were returning to their base with cuts and bruises, while others with severed limbs or left behind dead. Jien had a few long cuts on his chest and legs that his blood would pool whenever he stopped to rest. He would take in a long deep breath to relax his muscles and repeat the words in his head: “do not give up.” And so, he would simply smile at those condescending words of his ally, wiping blood off his bruised face and walk on. Nothing would stop him but himself– he thought, and so, as long as he never thought of his death, he would have nothing to fear.
Some of the scars around his body were because he never saw the need to avoid getting wounded, often getting called reckless by his allies. But there was something stimulating about the act of bleeding that made him feel much more alive. It was almost as if each drawing of his blood made his muscles burn and his heart roar. And so, he would prove that he would be a devastating enemy to the other gangs. A gun in one hand and a short sword in the other, he walked with a trail of blood, both his and his enemies.
Once, he almost died from it all, and it was when he learned how it felt to be an asset. He was saved by the gang leader and he would be nursed to health before he would return to the field. Throughout that time, while others pressed on for him to rethink about the value of life, there was just nothing that could seem to make him fear death. “I bleed because I’m alive. Isn’t that enough?” he once asked one of the concerned allies before he would pick up his gun and dagger to prepare for another stand against in a turf war.
At present, Jien grins at the thought of the memory. Indeed, it has been long since he felt the handle of a blade against his calloused hand that only held guns for so long. And it didn’t seem so bad to do so again. Brandishing the blade overhead before settling it to his side, Jien would look up ahead of him to spot a few more of the gathered assailants that thought it was wise to track him in the alleyway and kill him off. That was probably their mistake in this hunt, for he was the hunter and never the prey.
Thus, relishing in the atmosphere, blade in hand, memories resurfacing of every instance, every experience of the sword, and his grin turns into a flat expression. A silent showdown eclipses at the howl of the night breeze, sending Jien dashing without hesitation. The narrow alleyway would not have been ideal, but only for the uninitiated. He was not.
At the reaction of the assailants, Jien leapt off the ground and onto the wall before kicking off to a twist overhead as he dodges their initial strikes. His body moves like instincts possessed him, especially when memories have been selected for this particular action. Then, he spins a slashing swing before shifting the blade as he kicks off from the other wall. Dodge, attack, dodge, attack. Slide away from the reach of the enemy’s blade then counter with his own. Just then, something struck him from behind as he makes for a wide dodge. A hand goes over and he grabs hold of the cold steel before pulling out and throwing it above. More have appeared on the rooftops of the alleyway, seemingly eager to chuck their kunais at him.
He clicked his tongue as he touched the ground, leaving only a few moments to readjust himself before a powerful kick to the ground jumpstarts him towards the assailants with a final slash to kill the one on the ground with him. In his speed, he avoids the next slew of projectiles before he jumps and scales the wall while shifting his other hand to reload his handgun. Then, as he reached the top, he jumped over the hidden attacking assailant, barely missing the broad swing. With deft grace and acrobatic precision, he places the end of the barrel against the man’s head from behind and pulls the trigger, before dropping down to use the now dead assailant as a shield from the incoming kunais of the others. Then, he would rush out and start shooting with precision and speed, getting closer and closer.
One. Two. Three. They drop like rag dolls into the alleyway until Jien slices the last one before a heated stamp of a bullet kisses the center of his head. The impact was enough to throw him off the ledge and straight into the canal on the other side of the alley. From there, Kiri looks on as he counts the bodies. Just like in the report, everyone was accounted for. He nodded as if he was satisfied and then he throws the blade out into the canal waters, before placing his gun back to is holster hidden underneath his coat-jacket.
As he begins to walk away, he realises that he was injured. A short sting on his back makes him remember the kunai that was lucky enough to lodge itself on him. He sighs in frustration before shrugging. He didn’t really want to bother much of it and it’s not like he was going to die from it. There wasn’t any feeling of poison either, so he continued to walk, hoping he could get back to the room he rented in that town so he could have a nice long warm bath.
It was after that mission when he realised that something was changing in him. Jien could feel that it yet he couldn’t put a word to it. Everything was just so natural to him that it was nothing to think about. But perhaps it was because it made things feels so natural and so familiar to him that something was, in fact, causing it. Like the way he held a knife that instantly summoned memories of the way to slash and let go all of his inhibitions. Or the way he believed that he could not imagine a day without touching his precious guns. Or the way he was perceiving others, especially in the training grounds. The coliseum was giving him a hard time lately, for as he trained, his perception easily catches details he would have ignored in the past. Lately, he was remembering everything to the very last detail, of the trainee’s weight, their footwork, their handling prowess and their breathing. He was remembering a technique even as he only seen it once. And he was recreating it perfectly, almost like mirror imagery. It was interesting, almost mysterious, that he couldn’t quite pinpoint what made him so, but he would capitalise on this new phenomena he was experiencing, and so often he would make time for the coliseum to observe and simply learn. Was it like the so-called famous Sharingan? Maybe, who knows, but it wasn’t about copying, it was also about living through it.
One night, Jien was visited by a dream he never once had. It was almost as he if lost himself into the memory of the dream– standing in the courtyard of the nobleman’s mansion, hand pressed on the handle of the gun he possessed. He was a child, once again, and he didn’t seem at all mad about it. In fact, there was a bubbling urge within him that wanted resurface, a strange kind of excitement that could only be explained by that single moment in his life. He was meeting his mentor for the day and he couldn’t help but be excited about it.
Looking to his left, he caught sight his mentor in the distance, walking into the woods. With a big wide smile, Jien ran off to follow. Strange how the concept of the marksman mentor had always been an inspiring urge within his heart and yet the silhouette in his memories was always of a man. But in this dream, she was clearly different. Long dark hair with a feather hairpin, some markings on her face, and a motherly smile. She looked at him with expectant eyes and embraced him before they began their routine training in the woods. There, he would witness her marksmanship unrivalled by any other. It would just be another day in his life, only this time, he would not have to worry about using his gun to kill in order to survive.
However, as they were finishing, with the sun going down over the horizon, something felt amis. She would stop on her tracks and place a hand on his head, saying, “Jien, you’re a very talented child. It’s really sad to think you had to live a life that way until now. I wish there was so much more you could have experienced. Promise me that one day you’ll find me and show me all that you’ve learned.”
It was a peculiar promise, almost as if she was leaving him for good. “Why? Are you going somewhere?” asked Jien, remember the exact words that unfolded that day.
“I’m a nomad. I don’t stay for long in one place. And you’ve been a good student. I’ve met a lot in my lifetime, but never one like you. You are almost like my child, but I know I can’t be selfish. You have a whole life ahead of you. That’s why, even if it’s a little bit, I want to help you make the most of it, to grow stronger and achieve the fullest of your potential.”
At those words, Jien felt something surround him and a shimmer of a bright light on her hand on his head. It was brief so he thought it was merely the sunset’s rays shining through the openings between the canopies, often than not brightly shining her figure. Like the rays of hope. But now that he looked back to this memory, it was highly suspicious, especially with the words she left him after that.
“One day, you’ll come to remember things you would not think of remembering. One day, you’ll experience what you have seen. When that time comes, you’ll find yourself moving to the ways of the natural world, dancing to the tune of the memories. When you remember, let go of your fears and allow yourself to grow further. Only then will you realise that there is more to master, more reason to train, and that perfection is but a myth,” she spoke almost like a chant before he let go of his head. Then, she would give him her prized possession of two handguns. These were the ones that she said she had personally crafted from a famous artisan in a land to the north. “My gift… This might become problematic, and I hope you will not abuse it to the point of endangering yourself. But I do believe you have the right sense of judgment. You’re still young but already, you’ve seen so much. That’s why, when you do use this, please remember everything. So that you will not fall into the traps of men. People forget once they gain power, but memories are more powerful than anything else.”
“What are you saying? I don’t understand,” said the child Jien with a raised brow. She merely laughed and then urged them both to return to the mansion.
“Don’t worry. One day you’ll understand.”
Waking up from the dream, Jien couldn’t quite figure out if it left him with a cold sweat or that his body was burning with fear that he was getting all sentimental and remembering the past. But he did come to a sit on his mattress and leaned against the headboard, eyes searching the simple room he owned in Kumogakure. Only a small light would shine through the window and he loved the ambiance it created, like a serene soft atmosphere to call his own. Glancing to the sidetable, his prized handguns, the one given by his mentor lay still.
“Memories are powerful, huh? I suppose this is part of what’s happening,” he said with a sigh as he ran a hand through his hair, only to stop as he remembered that brief moment of a flash of light when his mentor placed her hand on his head while he was young. “Is this the gift you said? Are you challenging me to learn as many and transform the memories into something only I can wield? If so… thank you.” He went back to sleep soon after, with a content smile on his face.
The next day, he was more than eager to put the theory to the test as he listed himself for a good long day of training in the coliseum. With one sword in one hand, and a gun another, he found himself in a standstill, in a world of memories playing before him, where he could select, he could rethink, and his body would just follow the rhythm it sang. Thus, the more he fought, the more he observed, the better he got. Though by the end of the day, he always got scolded about his recklessness. He always earned a few more cuts, a few more bruises, but that didn’t deter him. If anything, he felt all the more needy for something to push himself.
“Heh? It’s just a scratch,” he would then say, not bothered by the scent of his own blood, “No pain, no gain, right? Besides, unless I bleed, I wouldn’t know if I’m truly living. So if I’m still getting wounded, it just means I need to keep getting better. I just need to make… more memories to activate.”
[WC: 2,980]
Clan Request: n/a
Death/Retirement Thread: n/a
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Old Stats:
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Stat Cut: I don’t know this…
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New OOC Rank: S
Jutsu Mastery Swaps:
My planned affinities
Major: Lightning, Fire, Medical, Water
Minor: Earth, Non-Elemental,
Advance: Gravity, Vapor
Keeping
Medical
D-Rank
Mystical Hand - [M]
Coagulation - [M]
C-Rank
Skeletal Formation - [M]
System Shock - [M]
Anesthetic Infusion - [M]
System Restoration - [M]
B-Rank
Medical Ward - [M]
Mystical Force - [M]
Medical Assistant - [M]
Tranquilize - [M]
A-Rank
Regeneration - [M]
Pristine Aura - [M]
Resuscitate - [M]
Angelic Blessing - [M]
Slashing Taijutsu
E-Rank
Slash - [M]
Overhead Strike - [M]
D-Rank
Cross Rip - [M]
Crimson Flash - [M]
Gasher - [M]
C-Rank
Vanishing Slash - [M]
Lunar Steps - [M]
B-Rank
Magnum Break - [M]
Kill Driver - [M]
A-Rank
Higuma - [M]
Annihilation - [M]
Zantetsuken - [R1]
Fatal Draw - [M]
Buffing Taijutsu
D-Rank
Brandish - [R1]
Water Jutsu
E-rank
Pressurized Mist - [M]
Water Gun - [M]
D-rank
Water Whip - [M]
Aqua Fang - [M]
Rinse Off - [M]
C-rank
Water Prison - [M]
Raindance - [M]
Grand Waterfall - [M]
Impaling Hydro Jet - [M]
B-rank
TorrentialVortex –[M]
Hydro Tidal Shockwave – [M]
Water Shark Bomb – [M]
Mystical Pond – [M]
A-rank
Supreme Aqua Realm - [M]
Water Dragon Bullet - [M]
Grand Hydra Excavation –[M]
Scorn of Aquarius – [M]
Fire Jutsu
E-Rank
Infernal Ember - [M]
Thermal Maw - [M]
D-rank
Immolation Armor - [M]
Fireball - [M]
Combustive Seal - [M]
C-rank
Searing Eruption - [M]
Scalding Ash Clouds - [M]
Heat Wave - [M]
Dragon Fire - [M]
B-rank
Firestorm - [M]
Spontaneous Combustion - [M]
Infernal Hellfire - [M]
Ring of Fire - [M]
A-rank
Sol Fire Tempest - [M]
Abysmal Harbinger - [M]
Dragon Flame Bomb - [M]
Flame Shield - [M]
Non-Elemental
E-Rank
Body Switch - [M]
Transformation - [M]
D-Rank
Cancel - [M]
Contract Summoning - [M]
Crystal Eye - [M]
C-Rank
Elemental Negation - [M]
Elemental Clone - [M]
B-Rank
Leech Seal - [M]
Cursed Sealing - [M]
A-Rank
Stardust Nova - [M]
Gate of Enma - [M]
Nature's Guard - [R1]
Gravity Jutsu
C-Rank
Gravitational Pull - [M]
Anti-Gravity - [M]
Orbital Strike - [M]
Gravity Distortion - [M]
B-Rank
Clutch of the Giant - [M]
Inertial Control - [M]
Graviton - [M]
Forced Polarity - [M]
A-Rank
Shinra Tensei – [M]
Chibaku Tensei – [M]
Newton’s Apple – [M]
Centrifugal Force – [M]
Shadow Jutsu
C-Rank
Dark Displacement - [M]
Black Eruption - [M]
Midnight Strike - [M]
Specter Shade - [R1]
B-Rank
Shadow Punishment - [M]
Black Moon Fang - [R1]
Underworld Prison - [R1]
Ebony Nightmare - [M]
A-Rank
Shadow Garb - [M]
Shadow Summoning - [R1]
Darkness Falls - [M]
Absolute Void- [R1]
Kinetic Genjutsu
C-Rank
Crippled - [M]
Mist of Deceit - [M]
Massochism - [M]
B-Rank
Phoenix Embrace - [M]
Lingering Spark - [M]
Crush Depth - [M]
Visual Genjutsu
C-Rank
After-Image - [M]
B-Rank
Advanced Clone - [R1]
Will Genjutsu
D-rank
Amnesia - [M]
Refunding
Lightning
E-Rank
Storm Bolt - [M]
Thunderfist - [M]
D-Rank
Thunderclap - [M]
Electrocution - [M]
B-Rank
Chidori - [M]
Radiation Jutsu
C-Rank
Sub-Atomic Scorch - [M]
Radioactive Decay - [M]
Radioactive Glow - [M]
B-Rank
Atomic Deterioration - [M]
A-Rank
Radiation Therapy - [R1]
Gamma Ray - [M]
Inborn Mutagen - [M]
X-ray Scan - [R1]
Acid Jutsu
C-Rank:
Acid Rain - [M]
Weapon Corrosion - [M]
Lactic Buildup - [M]
B-Rank:
Acid Clone - [M]
Fangs of the Komodo - [R1]
A-Rank:
Royal Water - [R1]
Heartburn Disorder - [M]
Lure of the Flytrap - [M]
Kinetic Genjutsu
E-Rank
Hot Weapon - [M]
Stun - [M]
1000 Years of Pain Kai - [M]
D-Rank
Influenza - [M]
Drunken Stupor - [R1]
A-Rank
Hemorrhagic Fever - [M]
Parasitic Infection - [M]
Delayed Agony - [R1]
Curse of the Leper - [R1]
Shared Torment - [M]
Tree Binding - [R1]
Will Genjutsu
C-Rank
Black Out - [R1]
B-Rank
Havoc of the Doomed Mind - [R1]
Audial Genjutsu
D-Rank
Trembling Music - [M]
Gong - [M]
C-Rank
Deaf - [M]
Piercing Cry - [M]
B-rank
Leak - [M]
Prolong - [R1]
Wither - [R1]
Bass Drop - [M]
A-Rank
Radial Shock - [M]
Swapping to
Projectile Taijutsu
E-rank:
Curve Shot (M)
Unforeseen Strike (M)
D-rank:
Venomous Sting (M)
Quick Shot (M)
Bounce Shot (M)
C-rank:
Critical Shot (M)
Snipe (M)
Scatter Shot (M)
Detonation Tip (M)
B-rank:
Flurry Shot (M)
Pierce Shot (M)
Grapple Shot (M)
Burst Shot (M)
Homing Shot (M)
A-rank:
Destruction Power Shot (M)
Combustive Shot (M)
Glacial Shot (M)
Voltaic Shot (M)
Terra Firma Shot (M)
Buffing Taijutsu
C-rank
Chakra Extension (M)
Shadow Dance (M)
B-rank
Unbound (M)
Focused Assault (M)
A-rank
Devastating Aura (M)
Awakening (M)
Unleash (M)
Limit Break (M)
Vapor Jutsu
C-rank:
Hidden Mist (M)
Blinding Fog (M)
Bloody Mist (M)
Mist Ball (M)
B-rank:
White Mist (M)
Rolling Fog (M)
Burning Mist (M)
Vapor Punch (M)
A-rank:
Suffocating Fog (M)
Ether Strike (M)
Black Mist (M)
Steam Snare (M)
Other Refunds:
Keeping Augments
Reenergize
Vampiric
Dual Weapon
Silencer
Swift
Trick Weapon no.1
Recovery
Wired
Vengeance
Raid
Barbed Teeth
Trick Weapon no. 2
Wide Edge
Blitz
Siege
Toxify
Keeping ASP Purchases
+2 Class Bonus Card
Additional Advance Element
Ability Card
Name of any Contract you currently own:
- Slug Contract
- Ungulate Contract (on-going)
Name of any Cursed Seals you currently own:
Crescent Seal
Name of Kinjutsu you own:
Dark Sage Approval
Still actively roleplaying in any other threads? n/a (no death)
What is Limbo Training?
This is the training that you would have gotten if you did not move on to your new character's life. Your caps are determined by your rebirthed stats. You must keep a record of your stats gained during limbo in your OCR thread. You may NOT request for an automatic rank up should you find that your new stats allow you to upgrade. Limbo training is only for people who have died in modded combat or suicide. Anyone whose character has not died is still capable of RPing that character until their OCR is finalized, and thus can train as normal.
Things you do NOT need to state, but take note of:
- Abilities = All of your Abilities are auto-untrained upon rebirth. In order to have any Abilities for your new character, you must activate them by posting in your character’s Dojo topic in your new village.
- Character History = By suiciding/rebirthing, you're making a new character. This means your new character must not know or remember anything of your old character's life/thoughts/feelings. If your new character has ANY direct/indirect connection to your old character, you MUST state that in your new character history write up for Admin & Village approvals. All Medical or ANBU related experience should be reflected in your history along with CA or BL influence.
- Editing Your New Character Application = Do not edit a post you have made in your OCR. You must copy all of your information from your last post and add the changes to the new post. This is for papertrail reasons.
Things that do NOT transfer with your next character:
Please take notice of which ASP shop items that you have bought transfer with your character, and which do not.
