Name: Megumareta
Nickname: Megu
Age: 10
Height: 143cm
Weight: Average
Occupation Waiter
Short description: Regular height, slightly chubby with a little muscle. Long dark red unkempt hair, wonky fringe, green eyes. Usually wearing relaxed clothes. Seems fairly confident upfront but can be quick to side with others to fit in.
Weapon
Stats:
Jutsu:
Abilities:
Equipment:
Bloodline:
General description:
Megumareta, Megu for short, is pretty average for a wannabe Shinobi. Whilst his family aren't the richest he's stolen enough meals from the restaurant where he works to work up some slight weight, with perhaps the slightest hint of muscle.
He's of average height with long red hair obscuring his vivid green eyes until he hacked off his fringe with a cheap knife he bought off a passing bard.
Whilst he's hardly at the forefront of fashion he likes to try and wear what others are wearing, often mismatching styles depending on the types that are eating in his restaurant and what he can afford from a local thrift store, adding on some knives and shinbons to pretend he's already the ninja he wants to be.
His friends would call him carefree, yet he carries within some insecurities that he would rarely share with those around him. He takes his studies fairly seriously but finds bad influences hard to avoid. Working at the restaurant has taught him the value of hard work and more importantly money, yet at 10 years of age it's hard to decide where he'll end up. Shinobi? Probably. Kage? Unlikely. Mud wrestler of the year western division? Who even knows what that is. Either way he has a long path ahead of him.
History:
Megumareta's family originated in the Stone Country, in a small mountainous area under the control of a group of powerful families acting with the authority of the Daimyo.
As part of the farming community Megu's father was initially on the council, but fell out of favour after opposing a raise in tarrifs and the introduction of protection money to bandits that freely roamed the area.
Things took a turn for the worse after a bleak summer led to a poor harvest, with little to sell, let alone feed their family on. After a confrontation Megu's uncle was taken as collateral, and with payment not being forthcoming neither was his uncle.
Fleeing under the cover of a sandstorm the family finally found themselves to Leaf. Although Megu was born in Stone, he only remembers parts of the journey and very little of his ancestral home, considering himself Leaf at heart.
After settling in Leaf his father discovered there was little prospect of owning land with the overpopulated area contrasting their bountiful home, and instead would leave their house to find work.
Some of Megu's earliest memories are of his father returning home, after what felt like years, smelling of a mixture of smoke and cheap ale, sporting a full beard.
His family would laugh and life would continue, but often he would find his father sat alone his eyes glazed over, and as much as he tried he could no longer make his father's smile reach his eyes.
When Megu was 8 his father hung up his sword and shield and once more became everpresent in the house, which they expanded to convert the ground floor and outside area into a small cafe, his father and mother taking it in turns to both make and serve the food whilst he and his brothers ran around taking order and providing 'quality' entertainment for the guests.
Whilst life wasn't perfect, for the first time in his life Megu felt like he had stability, like he had a home. Until the fire.
A late night, a large party, his father waiting hand and foot whilst pasting on a fake smile. Megu had sensed something wasn't right, like everything was underwater, that sounds seemed a little higher than usual and his vision seeming to drag slightly behind wherever he was trying to look.
He'd passed it off as fatigue and a little too much alcohol he had snuck out of guests drinks, and gone out to the well for some water and some much needed fresh air. He'd barely closed the door to the enclosed barn that held the well when chaos ripped through the air as a blast tore him off his feet and into the well, the stonework that had previously protected him now encasing him in a watery tomb.
For three days he sat, willing himself above water whilst licking moss off of the side of the wall and eating the bugs within. Every hour he felt the desire inside him fading, but he knew that he could continue. He looked up at the stones blocking his escape, the only light from slight gaps creeping round the edge of the well. He knew he wouldn't die yet, but something told him deep inside that he would die in seven days. Luckily a med-nin surveying the area discovered him
The incident was passed off as an accident, and with no evidence to provide otherwise Megu continued his life with his mother and two brothers. However, his father was not so lucky.
After the accident Megu remembered sitting in a hospital bead with 100 attendants poking and prodding him and nodding knowingly when one of them spoke, mentioning something about Chaka Khan. Megu would have killed for some Chaka Khan as his stomach roared like a giant every time anyone mentioned it, but for some reason no one would spare him a bowl.
After a week of more drips than a rainstorm he was allowed to leave, with promises of a new school and help. He met his mother in the shell of their home, living in areas the rescue team had managed to salvage and make livable. As much as his mother was pleased to see him there as one thing he couldn't help notice, that her smile no longer reached her eyes.
Nickname: Megu
Age: 10
Height: 143cm
Weight: Average
Occupation Waiter
Short description: Regular height, slightly chubby with a little muscle. Long dark red unkempt hair, wonky fringe, green eyes. Usually wearing relaxed clothes. Seems fairly confident upfront but can be quick to side with others to fit in.
Weapon
Short Sword
Slashing
+3% bleeding (from weapon attunement)
+10% damage (Includes +5% from weapon attunement)
Accuracy penalty reduced to 0 by weapon attunement
Slashing
+3% bleeding (from weapon attunement)
+10% damage (Includes +5% from weapon attunement)
Accuracy penalty reduced to 0 by weapon attunement
Stats:
Agility: 175/175
Stamina: 175/175
Ninjutsu: 175/175
Taijutsu: 175/175
Genjutsu: 158/175
Chakra Control: 175/175
Power Level: 1033
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Stamina: 175/175
Ninjutsu: 175/175
Taijutsu: 175/175
Genjutsu: 158/175
Chakra Control: 175/175
Power Level: 1033
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Jutsu:
E-Ranks
Arcing Slash Master Rank
Dynamic Slash Master Rank
Body Switch Master Rank
Body Switch Master Rank
Infernal Ember Master Rank
D-Ranks
Gasher Master Rank
Cross Rip Master Rank
Full Circle Master Rank
Fireball Master Rank
Immolation Armour Master Rank
Crystal Eye Rank 1
C-Rank
Dragon Fire Master
Searing Eruption Master
Elemental Clone Rank 1
Transformation Rank 1
Arcing Slash Master Rank
Dynamic Slash Master Rank
Body Switch Master Rank
Body Switch Master Rank
Infernal Ember Master Rank
D-Ranks
Gasher Master Rank
Cross Rip Master Rank
Full Circle Master Rank
Fireball Master Rank
Immolation Armour Master Rank
Crystal Eye Rank 1
C-Rank
Dragon Fire Master
Searing Eruption Master
Elemental Clone Rank 1
Transformation Rank 1
Abilities:
Equipment:
Bloodline:
Kaguya
A brutal and barbaric clan with its origins tracing into the earliest histories of Kirigakure, the Kaguya are a bloodthisty people born with an instinct that dictates a love of fighting and war. Their ability reflects their bloodlust, their gruesome power allowing the Kaguya to reshape and grow bones within their body to whichever shape they deem fit. Because of their morbid abilities and bloodlust, it is said that the Kaguya are a clan of demons, each one born as a living weapon destined for a life of violence. It is almost unheard of for a Kaguya to reach an old age and die a natural death, their clan believing that the only suitable death is to die in the midst of combat...among a sea of their slain enemies.
084 PL - Dead Bone Pulse (Rank 1)/Rapid Healing (Rank 1)
168 PL - Skeletal Density (Rank 1)
252 PL - Dance of the Willow (Rank 1)
336 PL - Ultimate Bone Defense (Rank 1)
420 PL - Dead Bone Pulse (Rank 2)
504 PL - Dance of the Willow (Rank 2)
588 PL - Rapid Healing (Rank 2), Dance of the Camellia (Rank 1)
672 PL - Skeletal Density (Rank 2), Dance of the Larch (Rank 1)
756 PL - Dead Bone Pulse (Rank 3), Ultimate Bone Defense (Rank 1)
840 PL - Dance of the Willow (Rank 3), Dance of the Larch (Rank 2)
924 PL - Dance of the Camellia (Rank 2)
1008 PL - Skeletal Density (Rank 3), Dance of the Larch (Rank 3)
1092 PL - Rapid Healing (Rank 3), Dance of the Camellia (Rank 3)
1176 PL - Ultimate Bone Defense (Rank 3)
1260 PL - Dance of the Clemantis (Rank 1)
1344 PL - Dance of the Seedling Fern (Rank 1)
1428 PL - Dance of the Clemantis (Rank 2)
1512 PL - All-Killing Ash Bones (Rank 1)
1596 PL - Dance of the Clemantis (Rank 3), Dance of the Seedling Fern (Rank 2)
1680 PL - Dance of the Seedling Fern (Rank 3), All-Killing Ash Bones (Rank 2)
1764 PL - All-Killing Ash Bones (Rank 3)
A brutal and barbaric clan with its origins tracing into the earliest histories of Kirigakure, the Kaguya are a bloodthisty people born with an instinct that dictates a love of fighting and war. Their ability reflects their bloodlust, their gruesome power allowing the Kaguya to reshape and grow bones within their body to whichever shape they deem fit. Because of their morbid abilities and bloodlust, it is said that the Kaguya are a clan of demons, each one born as a living weapon destined for a life of violence. It is almost unheard of for a Kaguya to reach an old age and die a natural death, their clan believing that the only suitable death is to die in the midst of combat...among a sea of their slain enemies.
084 PL - Dead Bone Pulse (Rank 1)/Rapid Healing (Rank 1)
168 PL - Skeletal Density (Rank 1)
252 PL - Dance of the Willow (Rank 1)
336 PL - Ultimate Bone Defense (Rank 1)
420 PL - Dead Bone Pulse (Rank 2)
504 PL - Dance of the Willow (Rank 2)
588 PL - Rapid Healing (Rank 2), Dance of the Camellia (Rank 1)
672 PL - Skeletal Density (Rank 2), Dance of the Larch (Rank 1)
756 PL - Dead Bone Pulse (Rank 3), Ultimate Bone Defense (Rank 1)
840 PL - Dance of the Willow (Rank 3), Dance of the Larch (Rank 2)
924 PL - Dance of the Camellia (Rank 2)
1008 PL - Skeletal Density (Rank 3), Dance of the Larch (Rank 3)
1092 PL - Rapid Healing (Rank 3), Dance of the Camellia (Rank 3)
1176 PL - Ultimate Bone Defense (Rank 3)
1260 PL - Dance of the Clemantis (Rank 1)
1344 PL - Dance of the Seedling Fern (Rank 1)
1428 PL - Dance of the Clemantis (Rank 2)
1512 PL - All-Killing Ash Bones (Rank 1)
1596 PL - Dance of the Clemantis (Rank 3), Dance of the Seedling Fern (Rank 2)
1680 PL - Dance of the Seedling Fern (Rank 3), All-Killing Ash Bones (Rank 2)
1764 PL - All-Killing Ash Bones (Rank 3)
General description:
Megumareta, Megu for short, is pretty average for a wannabe Shinobi. Whilst his family aren't the richest he's stolen enough meals from the restaurant where he works to work up some slight weight, with perhaps the slightest hint of muscle.
He's of average height with long red hair obscuring his vivid green eyes until he hacked off his fringe with a cheap knife he bought off a passing bard.
Whilst he's hardly at the forefront of fashion he likes to try and wear what others are wearing, often mismatching styles depending on the types that are eating in his restaurant and what he can afford from a local thrift store, adding on some knives and shinbons to pretend he's already the ninja he wants to be.
His friends would call him carefree, yet he carries within some insecurities that he would rarely share with those around him. He takes his studies fairly seriously but finds bad influences hard to avoid. Working at the restaurant has taught him the value of hard work and more importantly money, yet at 10 years of age it's hard to decide where he'll end up. Shinobi? Probably. Kage? Unlikely. Mud wrestler of the year western division? Who even knows what that is. Either way he has a long path ahead of him.
History:
Megumareta's family originated in the Stone Country, in a small mountainous area under the control of a group of powerful families acting with the authority of the Daimyo.
As part of the farming community Megu's father was initially on the council, but fell out of favour after opposing a raise in tarrifs and the introduction of protection money to bandits that freely roamed the area.
Things took a turn for the worse after a bleak summer led to a poor harvest, with little to sell, let alone feed their family on. After a confrontation Megu's uncle was taken as collateral, and with payment not being forthcoming neither was his uncle.
Fleeing under the cover of a sandstorm the family finally found themselves to Leaf. Although Megu was born in Stone, he only remembers parts of the journey and very little of his ancestral home, considering himself Leaf at heart.
After settling in Leaf his father discovered there was little prospect of owning land with the overpopulated area contrasting their bountiful home, and instead would leave their house to find work.
Some of Megu's earliest memories are of his father returning home, after what felt like years, smelling of a mixture of smoke and cheap ale, sporting a full beard.
His family would laugh and life would continue, but often he would find his father sat alone his eyes glazed over, and as much as he tried he could no longer make his father's smile reach his eyes.
When Megu was 8 his father hung up his sword and shield and once more became everpresent in the house, which they expanded to convert the ground floor and outside area into a small cafe, his father and mother taking it in turns to both make and serve the food whilst he and his brothers ran around taking order and providing 'quality' entertainment for the guests.
Whilst life wasn't perfect, for the first time in his life Megu felt like he had stability, like he had a home. Until the fire.
A late night, a large party, his father waiting hand and foot whilst pasting on a fake smile. Megu had sensed something wasn't right, like everything was underwater, that sounds seemed a little higher than usual and his vision seeming to drag slightly behind wherever he was trying to look.
He'd passed it off as fatigue and a little too much alcohol he had snuck out of guests drinks, and gone out to the well for some water and some much needed fresh air. He'd barely closed the door to the enclosed barn that held the well when chaos ripped through the air as a blast tore him off his feet and into the well, the stonework that had previously protected him now encasing him in a watery tomb.
For three days he sat, willing himself above water whilst licking moss off of the side of the wall and eating the bugs within. Every hour he felt the desire inside him fading, but he knew that he could continue. He looked up at the stones blocking his escape, the only light from slight gaps creeping round the edge of the well. He knew he wouldn't die yet, but something told him deep inside that he would die in seven days. Luckily a med-nin surveying the area discovered him
The incident was passed off as an accident, and with no evidence to provide otherwise Megu continued his life with his mother and two brothers. However, his father was not so lucky.
After the accident Megu remembered sitting in a hospital bead with 100 attendants poking and prodding him and nodding knowingly when one of them spoke, mentioning something about Chaka Khan. Megu would have killed for some Chaka Khan as his stomach roared like a giant every time anyone mentioned it, but for some reason no one would spare him a bowl.
After a week of more drips than a rainstorm he was allowed to leave, with promises of a new school and help. He met his mother in the shell of their home, living in areas the rescue team had managed to salvage and make livable. As much as his mother was pleased to see him there as one thing he couldn't help notice, that her smile no longer reached her eyes.