Omoi Tetsu

Omoi Tetsu · Sep 20, 2018

Stats, Jutsu, & Skills

Stats:

Gen: 600
Nin: 600
Tai: 600
CC: 600
Agi: 600
Sta: 600

Power Level: 3,600
Character Level: 15
OOC/IC Ranking: S-Rank Chuunin KSIS Field Agent
Available AP: S-Rank => 10

ASP: 151

Class:

Dutch Oven
HP: (70+(lvl=15)) x (stamina = 600) = 51,000 HP
CP: (35+(lvl=15)) x (chakra control = 600) = 30,000 CP
Class Bonus: Kinjutsu
High: Ninjutsu Accuracy
Average: Gen Save, Evasion,
Low: Ranged Accuracy, Melee Accuracy, Gen DC

**Secondaries**

Ninjutsu Accuracy = 600 (+27), (+29 w/ duelist)
Genjutsu Difficulty = 600 (+23), (+25 w/ duelist)
Genjutsu Save = 600 (+23)
Melee Dodge = 600 (+23)
Ranged Dodge = 600 (+23)
Ninjutsu Dodge = 600 (+23)
Melee Accuracy = 600 (+19), (+21 w/duelist)
Ranged Accuracy = 600 (+19), (+21 w/duelist)

Genjutsu

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◦D-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Trembling Music - Mastered
[lb][/lb]
◦C-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Run It Back - Mastered
[lb][/lb]
◦B-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Prolong - Mastered
[lb][/lb]

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◦E-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Mimic - Mastered
[lb][/lb]
◦D-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Basic Clone - Mastered
[lb][/lb]
◦C-Rank - [lb][/lb]
After-Image - Mastered
[lb][/lb]
◦A-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Invisibility - Mastered[lb][/lb]

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◦A-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Torment of the Physical Plain - Mastered[lb][/lb]

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◦D-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Drunken Stupor - Mastered[lb][/lb]

◦C-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Crippled - Mastered[lb][/lb]

◦B-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Lingering Spark - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Phoenix' Embrace - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Pox - Mastered[lb][/lb]

◦A-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Delayed Agony - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Curse of the Leper - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Tree Binding - Mastered[lb][/lb]

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Elemental Jutsu

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EARTH[lb][/lb]

◦E-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Stone Bullet - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Gravel Shift - Mastered[lb][/lb]

◦D-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Sinkhole Fist - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Earth Flow River - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Mud Clone - Mastered[lb][/lb]

◦C-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Inner Earth Reflection Lure - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Earth Flow Wave - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Rock Golem - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Earthen Coating - Mastered[lb][/lb]

◦B-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Bedrock Coffin - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Antlion Sinkhole - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Weighted Rock Technique - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Earth Spiker - Mastered[lb][/lb]

◦A-Rank - [lb][/lb]

Fist of Gaia - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Earthen Magnitude - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Earthslide Wall - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Petrification - Mastered[lb][/lb]

SAND[lb][/lb]

◦C-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Cluster Attack - Rank 1[lb][/lb]
Desert Deflection - Rank 1[lb][/lb]

◦B-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Sand Missiles - Rank 1[Bought and Locked][lb][/lb]
Sand Shower - Rank 1[Bought and Locked][lb][/lb]
Sand Coffin - Rank 1[Bought and Locked][lb][/lb]

◦A-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Desert Tendril - Rank 1[Bought and Locked][lb][/lb]
Terror of the Dunes - Rank 1[Bought and Locked][lb][/lb]
Sand Tsunami - Rank 1[Bought and Locked][lb][/lb]
Desertification - Rank 1[Bought and Locked][lb][/lb]

LAVA[lb][/lb]

[None][lb][/lb]

WOOD[lb][/lb]

◦C-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Wood Hammer - Mastered [Bought and Locked][lb][/lb]
Armor of Thorns - Mastered [Bought and Locked][lb][/lb]

◦B-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Glow Moss - Mastered [Bought and Locked][lb][/lb]

Pit of Crimson - Mastered [Bought and Locked][lb][/lb]

◦A-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Sleeping Forest - Mastered [Bought and Locked][lb][/lb]

METAL[lb][/lb]

[None][lb][/lb]

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LIGHTNING[lb][/lb]

◦E-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Storm Bolt - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Thunderfist - Mastered[lb][/lb]

◦D-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Thunderclap - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Electroshock - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Electrocution - Mastered[lb][/lb]

◦C-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Lightning Torrent - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Zeus Flash - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Volt Charge - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Thunderstruck - Mastered[lb][/lb]

◦B-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Amp FIeld - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Lightning Beast - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Chidori - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Gigavolt Cannon - Mastered[lb][/lb]

◦A-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Kirin - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Thunderdome - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Raijin's Vengeance - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Chidori Control - Mastered[lb][/lb]

INK[lb][/lb]

◦C-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Ink Prison - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Ink Jet - Mastered[lb][/lb]

◦B-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Dynamic Art - Rank 1[lb][/lb]
Ink Clone - Rank 1[lb][/lb]

RADIATION[lb][/lb]
[None][lb][/lb]

GRAVITY[lb][/lb]
[None][lb][/lb]

MAGNETIC[lb][/lb]
[None][lb][/lb]

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WATER[lb][/lb]

◦E-Rank - [lb][/lb]

Pressurized Mist - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Water Gun - Mastered[lb][/lb]

◦D-Rank - [lb][/lb]

Water Whip - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Aqua Fang - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Rinse Off - Mastered[lb][/lb]

◦C-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Water Prison - Mastered
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Grand Waterfall - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Impaling Hydro Jet - Rank 1[lb][/lb]
Rain Dance - Rank 1[lb][/lb]

◦B-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Torrential Vortex - Rank 1[lb][/lb]
Hydro Tidal Shockwave - Rank 1[lb][/lb]
Water Shark Bomb - Rank 1[lb][/lb]
Mystical Pond - Rank 1[lb][/lb]

◦A-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Supreme Aqua Realm - Rank 1[lb][/lb]
Grand Hydra Excavation - Rank 1[lb][/lb]
Water Dragon Bullet - Rank 1[lb][/lb]
Scorn of Aquarius - Rank 1[lb][/lb]

ACID[lb][/lb]
[None][lb][/lb]

BLOOD[lb][/lb]

◦C-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Blood Blade - Rank 1 [Bought and Locked][lb][/lb]
Crimson Whip - Rank 1 [Bought and Locked][lb][/lb]
Red Tide - Rank 1 [Bought and Locked][lb][/lb]
Blood Clone - Rank 1 [Bought and Locked][lb][/lb]

◦B-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Red Rain - Rank 1 [Bought and Locked][lb][/lb]

◦A-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Drain Claw - Rank 1 [Bought and Locked][lb][/lb]
Blood Thrall - Rank 1 [Bought and Locked][lb][/lb]

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WIND[lb][/lb]
◦E-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Wind Slash - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Pressure Burst - Mastered[lb][/lb]

◦D-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Whirlwind Spin - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Air Bullet - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Shredding Touch - Mastered[lb][/lb]

◦C-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Tempest - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Gale Force - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Wind Release - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Wind Scythe - Mastered[lb][/lb]

◦B-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Great Wind Scythe - Rank 1[lb][/lb]
Wind Scar - Rank 1[lb][/lb]
Vacuum Sphere - Rank 1[lb][/lb]
Cyclone Movement - Rank 1[lb][/lb]

◦A-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Ambience of the Forbidden - Rank 1[lb][/lb]
Hurricane - Rank 1[lb][/lb]
Tatsumaki - Rank 1[lb][/lb]
Zephyr's Grace - Rank 1[lb][/lb]

POISON[lb][/lb]
[None][lb][/lb]

PHOTON[lb][/lb]
[None][lb][/lb]

SOUND[lb][/lb]
◦C-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Sonic Destabilizer - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Hyper Clap - Mastered[lb][/lb]

◦B-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Sound Bullet - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Harmonization - Mastered[lb][/lb]

◦A-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Final Chime - Mastered[lb][/lb]

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SCORCH[lb][/lb]
[None][lb][/lb]

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◦B-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Corpse Soil - Mastered[lb][/lb]
◦B-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Graveyard Amalgamation - Mastered[lb][/lb]

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◦E-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Body Switch - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Transformation - Mastered[lb][/lb]

◦D-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Crystal Eye - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Cancel - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Combination Transformation - Mastered[lb][/lb]

◦C-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Jutsu Sealing - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Stunt Double - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Elemental Clone - Mastered[lb][/lb]

◦B-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Cursed Sealing - Mastered[lb][/lb]

◦A-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Nature's Guard - Mastered[lb][/lb]

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BUFFING TAIJUTSU[lb][/lb]
◦B-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Anabolic Frenzy - Mastered[lb][/lb]
◦A-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Unleash - Mastered[lb][/lb]
Devastating Aura - Mastered[lb][/lb]
UNARMED TAIJUTSU[lb][/lb]
◦A-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Fist of Virtue - Mastered[lb][/lb]
BLUDGEONING TAIJUTSU[lb][/lb]
◦B-Rank - [lb][/lb]
Eclipse Fury - Mastered[lb][/lb]

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Abilities:

0. Squadron
0. Shinobi 101 - Kinetic Genjutsu uses Ninjutsu Accuracy
1. Earth: Chakra Style
2. Willpower
3. Duelist
4. Martial Artist
5. Mind Overflow
6. Elemental Illusion
7. Cursed Seal: +1 AP, +5% damage for Lava Ninjutsu
8. -Empty Kin Slot-
9. Senjutsu Manipulation
10. Unbound Loyalty

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Weapon:

Jury Rigged Hunk of Garbage
Weapon Type: Unarmed
Damage Modifier: +10%
Accuracy Modifier: -2
Effect: Suppression
Augment 1: Overflow
Augment 2: Mirage
Augment 3: Vengeance

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Bloodline:
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[fontsize="12"]Note: Upon obtaining the Inuzuka Bloodline, the user must also choose a [Spirit Animal] which corresponds to one of the Summoning Contracts (found HERE). It does not have to be Canine, but ICly, all Inuzuka are considered to be the Canine clan; non-canine characters are considered deviations or a separate clan.

This choice cannot be changed unless the user undergoes the BL/CA Swap process.
Upon succeeding in any contract search, the user may replace the found result with their [Spirit Animal].

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Inuzuka

Though they now call the Leaf village their home and have taken on a more humane lifestyle, the Inuzuka were not always this way; they take pride in being able to trace their nomadic heritage prior to the formation of any Shinobi village, a time were they lived in the wilderness side-by-side as beasts. Some say they had been the first to tame mankind's best friend, while others claim their ancestors were descendant of beasts themselves. In either case; none are more wild in spirit than the Inuzuka.
084 PL - Wild Soul (Rank 1), Animal Companion (Rank 1)
168 PL - Feral Shift (Rank 1)
252 PL - Viscous Strike (Rank 1)
336 PL - Feral Shift (Rank 2)
420 PL - Wild Soul (Rank 2), Alpha Status (Rank 1)
504 PL - Animal Companion (Rank 2)
588 PL - Feral Shift (Rank 3), Viscous Strike (Rank 2)
672 PL - Wild Soul (Rank 3), Alpha Status (Rank 2)
756 PL - Viscous Strike (Rank 3)
840 PL - Animal Companion (Rank 3), Alpha Status (Rank 3)
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Wild Soul - Passive
Though many Inuzuka have calmed down over the generations to better fit the structured Shinobi life, there is still the fire within burning from a time where survival-of-the-fittest was in full force; where they were no less savage than the beasts they lived and fought with. Nothing brings forth this fierceness more than the thrill of battle.

Rank 1: The user gains +1 to a single [Secondary Stat] of their choice. While the user has any amount of Temporary HP, they deal +10% damage to a singe [Jutsu Subtype].
Rank 2: The user gains +2 to a single [Secondary Stat] of their choice. While the user has any amount of Temporary HP, they deal +10% damage to a singe [Jutsu Subtype].
Rank 3: The user gains +2 to a single [Secondary Stat] of their choice. While the user has any amount of Temporary HP, they deal +15% damage to a singe [Jutsu Subtype].

Note:
- Both Secondary bonus and damage bonus are chosen at the time of obtaining Inuzuka, and must be noted in the user's Dojo thread.
- Temporary HP is reduced before the user's normal HP, but only when hit by an attack (it does not apply toward any DoT). Temporary HP can bypass your maximum hit points, but cannot stack (a higher amount overwrites the weaker amount). Temporary HP is lost at the end of the round.

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Animal Companion - Passive
If their physical features were not enough to identify a Inuzuka, then the next most distinguishing aspect may be their closeness to the animals of nature, capable of communicating with them through both complex growls and sounds or simple body gestures. This is best emphasized by the bond they can form, becoming companions to the point where the two are near inseparable.

Rank 1: The user has an Animal Companion of their [Spirit Animal] contract. However, the user may only have a Clone -or- Creation Jutsu active at once, no longer able to use them at the simultaneously. Additionally, the user cannot summon a contract in battle (this is one, already present at the start of battle). The Animal Companion may scale with the user's rank, up to D-rank.
Rank 2: The Animal Companion may scale with the user's rank, up to B-rank.
Rank 3: The Animal Companion may scale with the user's rank.

The Animal Companion works as a Contract [Link to Contract rules], with the additional rules;

At the start of battle, it only has 50% HP and CP. Its Hp/CP cannot rise above this reduced value until the below special action is used; at which point it will regain this reduced HP/CP back to their current/max values.

It has the Passive and Special Move from its corresponding contract's Specialized Contract Ability. It does not have access to the Senjutsu until the special action is used.

It cannot perform anything higher than B-rank jutsu until the special action is used.

Special Action: May only be performed if the user owns the Contract of their [Spirit Animal], outside of what Inuzuka grants them. The user may cast Contract Summoning [link] at the rank of their contract, to remove the above restrictions. Additionally, the user is no longer restricted to using either Clone or Creation jutsu, and may once again have both active at once.

Note:
- Does not stack with any similar BL/CA skills which grant companions, such as Mechanist's Automatous Familiar. If the user has a similar skill, they must choose which to use during battle.

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Feral Shift - Physical Style
The base instincts of the Inuzka echoes through every aspect of their fighting style. They hone their attributes to the point where they begin to blur the line between human and beast, taking properties of their spirit animal. the Inuzuka are well known for their smell and hearing rivaling that wolves and hounds.

Rank 1: While active the user gains the benefit of the Passive Skill belonging to their [Spirit Animal] summoning contract. Additionally, the user loses 1% Max CP upon entering this style and at the start of each round this style is active; at the same time, the user gains Temporary HP equal to the lost chakra.
Rank 2: While active the user gains the benefit of the Passive Skill belonging to their [Spirit Animal] summoning contract. Additionally, the user loses 2% Max CP upon entering this style and at the start of each round this style is active; at the same time, the user gains Temporary HP equal to the lost chakra.
Rank 3: While active the user gains the benefit of the Passive Skill belonging to their [Spirit Animal] summoning contract. Additionally, the user loses 3% Max CP upon entering this style and at the start of each round this style is active; at the same time, the user gains Temporary HP equal to the lost chakra.

Note;
- Temporary HP is reduced before the user's normal HP, but only when hit by an attack (it does not apply toward any DoT). Temporary HP can bypass your maximum hit points, but cannot stack (a higher amount overwrites the weaker amount). Temporary HP is lost at the end of the round.
- If the user's [Spirit Animal] table has anything that requires the user to list something in their Dojo or upon creation, such as the Plant contract's [link] Daylight/Lowlight choice, the Snake contract's [link] specified poison, or the Lizard contract's [link] Salamander's Hunger element, then it is chosen upon entering Feral Shift for the first time in battle. Once chosen, it remains this way for the remainder of battle.

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Viscous Strike - Dependent Special Move
There is a secret aspect of the Inuzuka that they are loathe to share with outsiders and go to great lengths to deny. Buried within each of their hearts is the potential to become a maneater; and this hunger stems from their beastial heritage giving them the innate ability to cannibalize others to heal their injuries and grow in strength. To the Inuzuka, as much as any predator, the battlefield is a feast to be enjoyed.

Rank 1: The user gains 10% of damage dealt by their attack as Temporary HP.
Rank 2: The user gains 15% of damage dealt by their attack as Temporary HP.
Rank 3: The user gains 20% of damage dealt by their attack as Temporary HP.

Note:
- Can only be used once per round.
- If used on an attack that can hit multiple targets, you take the highest damage dealt and convert a portion of it to Temporary HP.
- Temporary HP is reduced before the user's normal HP, but only when hit by an attack (it does not apply toward any DoT). Temporary HP can bypass your maximum hit points, but cannot stack (a higher amount overwrites the weaker amount). Temporary HP is lost at the end of the round.

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Alpha Status - Independent Special Move
As an Inuzuka grows, they learn to better control their animalistic heritage. At a certain point, they become just as adept with their features as the beasts they identify with.

Rank 1: While using the Feral Shift Physical Style the user may also use the Special Move belonging to their [Spirit Animal] summoning contract. All costs associated with this skill are increased by +20%.
Rank 2: While using the Feral Shift Physical Style the user may also use the Special Move belonging to their [Spirit Animal] summoning contract. All costs associated with this skill are increased by +10%.
Rank 3: While using the Feral Shift Physical Style the user may also use the Special Move belonging to their [Spirit Animal] summoning contract.

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Beastmaster

The Inuzuka view their partners not as pets, but as peer's; perhaps even family members or close as siblings. Few possess such strong attachment and loyalty that can compare to the bond of an Inuzuka and their counterpart, and fewer still can stand to this perfect combination in battle. The title of "Beastmaster" is granted only to those who have become two halves of a greater whole, inseparable from each other; and all the stronger for it.
[fontsize="12"]924 PL - Pack Tactics (Rank 1), Human-Beast Clone (Rank 1)
1008 PL - Mutual Link (Rank 1)
1092 PL - Human-Beast Clone (Rank 2)
1176 PL - Pack Tactics (Rank 2), Mutual Link (Rank 2)
1260 PL - Fang-over-Fang (Rank 1)
1344 PL - Pack Tactics (Rank 3), Human-Beast Clone (Rank 3)
1428 PL - Fang-over-Fang (Rank 2),
1512 PL - Tunneling Fang (Rank 1)
1596 PL - Mutual Link (Rank 3)
1680 PL - Fang-over-Fang (Rank 3), Tunneling Fang (Rank 2)
1764 PL - Tunneling Fang (Rank 3)

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Pack Tactics - Passive
Many creatures in the natural world form lasting partnerships with other creatures that are mutually beneficial to both parties. In some cases this takes the form of parasitism or symbiosis but in most cases it takes the form of like-creatures banding together into packs or herds. The Inuzuka is no different, and the bond between them and their companions is unbreakable.

Rank 1: The user and Animal Companion are treated as having the Teamwork ability [Link] without it taking up an ability slot.
Rank 2: Animal Companion counts as an Ally for the "Teamwork"[/i] ability, and vice-versa.
Rank 3: If the user elects to fill one of their ability slots with Teamwork, they and their Animal Companion receive the maximum bonus from Teamwork.

Note(s):
- If the user has Teamwork granted for free by a source which is not Dual Bond then the user is counted as having filled one of their ability slots with it even though the ability is not currently taking up an ability slot.

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Mutual Link - Passive
Covering for each other's blind spot, the Inuzuka and their bonded companion would sacrifice themselves for the purpose of preserving their partner.

Rank 1: Whenever the user or their Animal Companion would take damage that would exceed 10% of their maximum HP, they may re-direct the attack to their counterpart. This is an automatic hit, but the new target gains +5% Damage Reduction against the attack and any Secondary Effects chances are reduced by the same amount.
Rank 2: Whenever the user or their Animal Companion would take damage that would exceed 10% of their maximum HP, they may re-direct the attack to their counterpart. This is an automatic hit, but the new target gains +10% Damage Reduction against the attack and any Secondary Effects chances are reduced by the same amount.
Rank 3: Whenever the user or their Animal Companion would take damage that would exceed 10% of their maximum HP, they may re-direct the attack to their counterpart. This is an automatic hit, but the new target gains +15% Damage Reduction against the attack and any Secondary Effects chances are reduced by the same amount.

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Beast-Human Clone - Independent Special Move
A technique which is not actually a "Clone" type of jutsu, but named as such. This technique essentially establishes an equilibrium between Inuzuka and their Animal sibling; the Inuzuka becoming more feral and beastlike, and their companion more humane. As a result, the two become perfect copies of eachother which meet somewhere in the middle, virtually impossible to tell apart.

Rank 1: Beast-Human Clone is usable by the Inuzuka.
Rank 2: Beast-Human Clone is usable by both the Inuzuka and Animal Companion.
Rank 3: If the Inuzuka and their Animal Companion both start a round with this skill active, others in battle lose awareness as to which is which (as if clones).

The effect of this skill is different for who uses it;

Inuzuka- The user equips one weapon passively, without it preventing handseals. The user may select an additional taijutsu subtype; this weapon is treated as both subtypes equally.

Animal Companion - Gains access to B-rank and lower Nin/Gen Jutsu known by the user. It may perform at the rank the user knows it, using the user's High accuracy value. BL/CA/Kinjutsu actions may not be used unless otherwise stated.

Cost: 1 AP; 2% Max CP/Rnd

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Fang-Over-Fang - Dependent Special Move
An Inuzuka and their canine companion are in sync and able to understand eachother perfectly even in the heat of battle; or perhaps especially in the heat of battle. The movements between the two flow perfectly, each covering for the other; and exploited weakpoints created by the other.

Rank 1: If either the Inuzuka or Animal Companion hit an attack, their counterpart may use this skill to follow up the attack with one of their own modded as a Combo. The Attack used with this costs +40% CP.
Rank 2: If either the Inuzuka or Animal Companion hit an attack, their counterpart may use this skill to follow up the attack with one of their own modded as a Combo. The Attack used with this costs +30% CP.
Rank 3: If either the Inuzuka or Animal Companion hit an attack, their counterpart may use this skill to follow up the attack with one of their own modded as a Combo. The Attack used with this costs +20% CP.

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Tunneling Fang - Variable Taijutsu
The user spins at a ferocious speed and delivering a powerful drilling-like effect onto its target. The technique can inflict grievous wounds on the target; but the true power of this technique shines when performed in unison with a partner. Say, their beast companion.

Rank 1: Strike a single target for 3300 damage and inflicts a rank of Bleed on them. For every 2 Accuracy this attack has over the initial target's Dodge, this attack may strike an additional target.
Rank 2: Strike a single target for 3710 damage and inflicts a rank of Bleed on them. For every 2 Accuracy this attack has over the initial target's Dodge, this attack may strike an additional target.
Rank 3: Strike a single target for 4125 damage and inflicts a rank of Bleed on them. For every 2 Accuracy this attack has over the initial target's Dodge, this attack may strike an additional target.

Special Action: If the Inuzuka performs this jutsu, their Animal Companion may use Fang-Over-Fang to also perform it. This will target the same target(s) the Inuzuka did, and will not attempt to pull in additional targets. The Animal Companion's attack will cause the target to take the damage of their new Bleed rank immediately (not stacking with similar effects).

Cost: 3 Ap, 2200 CP

Notes:
- May only be used once per round.
- May only be used while Beast-Human Clone is active.
- This jutsu is a subtypes of the weapon used with Beast-Human Clone.
- If the user does not specify which individuals to be secondary targets, this attack will randomize targets, but will not attempt to target allies (allies determined at Bmod discretion).

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Omoi Tetsu · Sep 20, 2018

Re: Omoi Tetsu - Genin


"Don't Respect Anyone."

- Tetsu for Raikage, 2022

Name: Omoi Tetsu
Current Age: 17
Sex: Male
Blood Type: B-

Physical Description:

Haggard from sleeplessness, with a stray twig usually found somewhere swaying in his lustrous and glistening medium length auburn hair, Tetsu is one of Kumo's hidden treasures, the catch that is likely to go tragically unnoticed by the rest of the village. At 176 cm, he towers above those who are much shorter than him, his glistening black pupils sparkling in the twilight as he gazes deeply into the depths of, that's right, your soul. Although he is usually bundled up in lightly tattered and rustic, earth-toned clothing, his pulled back sleeves reveal a stringy musculature tightly defined by daily training in the haunted forests of Kumo he calls home. Ladies, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity.

Are you tired of meeting the perfect guy and falling madly in love, only to find out all too late that he is obviously already taken? Well, look no further; the hermit is the only type of man who, even if he was perfect in every way (except at socializing), no one would know. That's what makes him a hidden treasure, after all. Tired of always having to be perfect, and put your best foot forward? Come a little closer. Smell that light scent of spiced rum? Most of the time, he won't even notice if you have a few stray hairs out of place. You can truly be yourself with Tetsu. I know what you're thinking; 'That sounds great, but I don't want to be stuck with some loser', right? Well, don't say that when you're dating him, because he's also very emotionally abusive. The perfect relationship, remember, is one where both people learn and grow together. Would you really want to meet someone who had already peaked when you met them? Wouldn't you rather be with a man you could watch improve as you scrubbed away and polished his rougher edges? I say it again, look no further. Get ready to be enraptured by his sharp smile and rapier wit. This is the man for you.

Character's Mental Description:

Master of the art of belligerence, antagonist of the Yakanai police force, and rising star of the Kumo Shinobi Intelligence Service, Omoi Tetsu is someone to keep your eyes on in the next few years. Everyone wants to know, 'Where did this man come from and where is he going? What is happening in my village and is it time to start thinking about a welfare program for Kumo's citizens?' We caught up with the man himself to find out more.

"So you graduated from the academy at fifteen years old. It must have been very difficult seeing children much younger than you start to graduate long before you did. What was that like?"
"Well, to be honest, I didn't think all that much about it until I started outgrowing my desk."
"I see, and what did-"
"Yeah, and anyway, why would you ask that? It's not like I haven't proven myself more than capable of doing my job. Who found that powerlifter woman, what's her face, in Yakanai anyway?"
"I'm glad you brought that up. What's your response to the allegations that you broke into an old lady's home during that mission and assaulted her?"
"Okay, it's pretty clear that you people in the media are going to word something like that in that weird way to make it sound worse than it actually is. You guys are jokes, you know that?"
"Okay, now I know-"
"No, you're a joke. No one takes you or your profession seriously, how does that make you feel? How 'bout that, huh?"
"Okay, let's, uhh, let's settle down here."
"Okay."
"You're now part of Kumo's Intelligence Service, but it's my understanding that you still don't have a home. Does... That profession pay alright?"
"That question is- I make an alright amount of money, but training in the forest is actually, I think, a better way to prepare yourself for... For what you don't expect. And anyway, I don't want to talk about what I spend my money on."
"Was it hard qualifying for a position like that?"
"Yes."
"Let's talk about Kumo's policy on letting in refugees, particularly women and children who might not have anywhere else to go."
"Okay, this interview is over. Can someone get this microphone and shit off me?"
"What- Okay? You're leaving?"
"Goodbye."

In the wake of recent events, many of Kumo's citizens are wondering how much autonomy a shinobi should really be given. Is it truly their own business if they get drunk on the job when lives may be on the line? We caught up with local resident Oboromutsui Amy to hear her thoughts.

"There was, uhh, I noticed one day when I came out to rake some leaves, because that's what I usually do on Thursdays, and that's when I saw a hole in my roof."
"Do you think that was a result of the shinobi fight that took place near your home recently?"
"Well I certainly wouldn't be surprised, the way things are going."

In addition to complaints over Omoi Tetsu's poor behaviour on the job, many are questioning the policies of the Shinobi branches in general. Often, residents complain of noise at all hours of the night, which they say disrupts their sleep, a fact that is particularly worrying when you consider how important being able to perform optimally is for people who work at the local hospital.

"There was clanging, like swords hitting each other. Every night this week. You'd think that if you were going to fight anyway, you could at least just come together and decide on a reasonable time to do that. If I don't get my sleep, who knows what will happen when I have to go into surgery the next day."

Officials say that although no action will be taken immediately to resolve these issues, the matter is being looked into.

The Past:

Tetsu's father, Omoi Goro, was a blacksmith, and not a very good one, and everyone knew it. They lived in a small cabin on the side of a mountain, overlooking the forest. Goro knew his work was mediocre, but prided himself on being a blacksmith for all seasons, and by that, he meant, of course, that during surges of anger and vengeance and war that would see the countryside swept of it's nobler farmers and tradesmen, Goro would be right there to pick up the slack. "Hillbillies with knives, out on fool's errands." He would call them, and vocally too; these men who thought they could retire for years and years from combat and still convince themselves they were fit for it because the occasion had called for violence, men who would periodically rid the countryside of their convictions. What remained was undertrained and fatherless teenagers or children, swinging around a hammer like the offspring of fools they were.

Ryuichi, Tetsu's soon-to-be older brother, remembered this time as a moment of pure bliss, his very first memories forged by the rolling in of the evening tide along the shores below their home just before night, and constantly traveling out to gather rice with his father from the local market, or wading through rocky fields sloped against the coming sunrises. And later, when he was a little older, running to his distant neighbours with some of his childhood friends; they would distract their neighbours while Ryuichi searched for all the places the farmer's chickens might have hidden some of their eggs. Goro had gradually convinced his wife, Junichi, to live frugally even during those seasons that his business was thriving. 'This was' he assured her, [/i]'the only way they could survive in times when his shop once again fell out of public favour.'[/i]

She agreed with him, of course; 'she loved him', she would tell him during the days he tried, as well as he could, to convince her to leave him. What started as debts that suddenly, from under that tide of good will, could not be repaid, ended as a type of irreversible change of personality for the two of them. Junichi began pleading that her last dime for rice or wheat would be spent repaying her debt for last week's groceries, or tavern tab, or new and leased outfits for her son's first day of school. Goro, meanwhile, had resorted to a number of clever, if only minor, money saving scams. Often, he'd go to the market to buy a replacement for something that had fallen apart; a cracked pot, or radio, or worn anvil, and then, in the near future, make a large scene as he tried to return a clearly more worn version of the tool. Those in the village who didn't greet them with a suspicious eye and a tightened fist, were regarded, themselves, as being as foolish as the brave blacksmiths and farmers Goro was always going on about.

A perfect little domestic life, crystallized forever in Ryuichi's young memory, but it couldn't last.

For some reason, lost in the darkness of Ryuichi's ever retreating childhood memories, he remembered, on a visceral level, that what had happened had been the result of sweet buns. It wasn't that he didn't know in that rational part of his brain that those sweet buns had run out days prior to the argument. Those tasty and once a month donated treats, had given way to a diet of rice alone, and spices, for several days, maybe a week, before their next real meal. Ryuichi felt like he couldn't take it any more. His stomach was actually cramping tightly with hunger. He even got his hands on an apple during one of those days of fasting and had become shocked and scared as it gave him an even worse pain in his stomach, one that seemed to last, sharply, for an entire hour. His mother, Junichi, then, at the peak of his misery and without warning or announcement, came in early one morning before Ryuichi had woken, stirring him out of unconsciousness with the morning light from the doorway and the smell of cooked chicken as the blur that was his smiling mother came into view, out from the light of the morning.

Ryuichi got straight to work, doing the best he could to prepare dinner, and the table to eat it from. He couldn't hear what Junichi and his father were saying to each other, but what started as rapid processions of whispers soon rose to words squeaked out in voices that would be funny, if the faces of the two hadn't made it so enigmatically terrifying. His father looked into Ryuichi's eyes and gently took the woman by the elbow into the yard, where their voices turned to shouts. The boy turned the water pressure up to wash the dishes and made a kind of sound in his head that was very close to being a complete absence of sound, as though he could drown his parents out with a deafening silence. No one had dinner that night, and less than a year later, Tetsu was brought into this quiet little countryside world.

Junichi began complaining of regular and overwhelming headaches. Dark rings would routinely dig their ways in the depths of her eyelids, seemingly regardless of the amount of sleep she actually got. She began becoming tyrannical about the noises of the creeping children at night, or any time before the sun wasn't directly overhead. The slightest breath, off-pace, seemed to be capable of waking her; one creak in the floor, a kicked toy, anything, could set her into a sudden waking fury and terror, and as soon as either of the boys had heard the error of their own ways, they would freeze, their adrenaline suddenly pumping. They would be made to stand still, in the middle of the room for hours, until she fell back asleep; the only mercy they could hope for was possibly being allowed to finish what they had gotten up for, be it a glass of water or to use the washroom.

Bloodline Awakening: Hashigaki

It wasn't long before Ryuichi would leave Tetsu alone. Junichi could anticipate the moment coming for years, and it brought her a terrible amount of anxiety. The Omoi family would spend the last days of that Summer, before Ryuichi had started apprenticing under his father, out on the coast of the lightning country, Tetsu blowing bubbles along the water with his mother as Goro explained to Ryuichi the unique dangers that existed in all the forests that were close enough to see from the shoreline. When it ended and Ryuichi was gone, Junichi took Tetsu gently by his shoulders, and told her son that she wanted a better life for him, and that he wouldn't be the same man his father was. She began wanting to pass on everything she was able to learn in mathematics and science, learned back when she lived in the heart of the village, to her son. She began imagining him one day consulting the Tsuchikage, or as the Jounin in charge of supplies for Lightning Country's armory. The only obstacle seemed to be that the boy seemed incapable of learning anything at any reasonable sort of pace.

Junichi had really meant what she said, and at first, even Tetsu could see her try, as hard as she possibly could, it seemed, to resist that slow slide backwards into old habits. She would start cracking his knuckle with a thin piece of wood she kept handy at the side of the boy's desk when he would periodically, and without fail, lose track of the pattern of thought he needed to follow to bring himself to the answers for his daily homework. Tetsu and Ryuichi used to compete to see who could get away with the most breeches to their mother's daily increasing list of disobediences that would see either one of them standing for hours to listen to her fury-filled rants. It was used as a punishment rather than a mechanism for complaints. Back then, the two had been fearless in the depths they would go to to incite her temper, but with Ryuichi now gone, the disobedience seemed hollow, and oppressive.

Tetsu had wanted to listen, to follow her pointing finger along the school books she had sacrificed so much to get her hands on. He wanted to, but could feel that lapse of attention waning on the horizon, and soon, and inevitably after that, the words would lose their focus, Tetsu seeming unable to even move his pupils, as if they were frozen in place. He knew if he couldn't break this spell in time, his mother would notice, and this had the effect of actually reducing the pace of his thoughts; to the point that he spent the final half of this moment of bliss preparing for what would then be inevitably on it's way. "You know what?" his mother suddenly barked at him, grabbing him by his arm, "If you're too stubborn to listen, you can stand out and think about whether you'd like to learn, or live like an animal."

He had taken to sleeping in the bathtub over the last several months, despite his mother's embarrassed berating when she found him, curled up like an infant. In Tetsu's mind, it was simple; the one bit of reality he could control beyond expectations was within his grasp; it was, almost, the difference between breathing and not breathing. As she tugged the boy out into the yard, a question, clinging to the back of his mind started clawing it's way gently along his subconscious, 'Why did she start taking me outside when I used to stand in the middle of the house?' It rolled along the flowing undulations of a quiet clamor of voices yelling up from the recesses of his memories and sense of the past. He knew, in the bowels of his soul, that it wasn't so that he wouldn't know when she had her eyes on him, and when he could get away with a momentary slouching to recover from his long and still-standing position. 'Hurry up! I don't have all day to wait for you to drag your feet!" Her anger was rising, and she jerked the boy's arm, hard. He knew something he couldn't quite articulate; that the reason the two of them were walking to a small spot out in the field for him to stand in, was because Junichi didn't want to have to look at her son. "Why don't you go fuck yourself?" Tetsu said, a whisper at first, but rising in a few short words to an awkward and shaking scream. He did not want to say it, the thought wasn't even in his head. It seemed to manifest from some physical part inside of himself, in his throat or stomach, and released as if against his own will and knowledge; but as soon as the words were given oxygen, they filled him with a boldness he had never felt in himself before.

Junichi shook Tetsu by his shoulders to make him look at her, even though he was already staring into her eyes, a glimmer of light she couldn't yet understand now igniting his gaze, "What did you say to me?!" She seemed uncertain at first, as if asking the question she almost choked on would solidify Tetsu's words into the fabric of reality, and Tetsu could see Junichi rapidly searching her own mind, trying to find some way that the boy might not have said what he had, in fact, said. "I said, YOU CAN GO FUCK YOURSELF!" The words poured out in a desperate shriek, the edges of his vision giving way to blackness, and were followed immediately by the woman grabbing and shaking the boy's jaw, "Listen to me!.." Junichi tried to begin, but was interrupted by Tetsu brushing her hand off of him and responding with "Don't touch me." So that when she came back and pressed her finger into his face, she couldn't seem to help but blurt out, "Do you wonder why your brother went to work for your dad and you didn't? He doesn't want to see you, you were a mistake. You belong to no one." She stormed away a few steps in a deafened fury, before Tetsu grabbed her by her elbow, swinging her around to punch her squarely in the cheek.

Junichi lay completely still on the rocky path for about eight seconds, unconscious, before springing to life and running in terror for her home, locking the door behind her. Not that it would have made any difference. Tetsu stood paralyzed in place until the necessary number of hours passed for his father to return home. The next day, when Tetsu had gone to the local Academy to apply, his father, catching wind of it, raced to apologize for his son's embarrassing and sudden appearance. Voices from a million miles away seemed to take some kind of pity on him though, as words that he couldn't quite hear, from faces he couldn't exactly see, seemed to be bargaining for his release, and before the day was done, he was registered. He was finally alone, and happy.

Kinjutsu Awakening: Grandeur Phantom

Downward, by degrees, the transparent liquid graveyard faded from clear, to a deep green, to nothingness. Everything invisible, it seemed, when stacked deeply enough, eventually collapsed into blackness. Tetsu could feel the waves lightly lapping against his face, like an unending onslaught of hands, weakly, but surely, pulling him into the depths of that monstrous orb of night that stood waiting below him. This is it...

Before he went down, he tried to take a kind of inventory. It was a strange instinct, Tetsu's lizard brain, in the midst of panic, performing a last ditch accounting feat, trying to organize his thoughts into a kind of priority; a rapid scan of his patterns of thinking, along with his memories, in search of useful information. Automatic, it overloaded his senses, his physical body awakening to an autonomous state to overpower his own agency, as if fed up with sitting dormant for fourteen years only to be killed by a fool. This was being simultaneously overridden by the internal clock on his dwindling oxygen supply telling him to find a single memory to hold and cherish. Time was running out, and the Goddess of the abyss was kind enough to let him carry one treasured possession with him to her watery throat.

'One more time.' The voice called out to him. Tetsu saw his father coming in through the front door, looking down at the handle as he closed it, waiting there for a fraction of a second with an indescribable look on his face, like he was trying to hold his breath while simultaneously struggling to breathe. He glanced up at Tetsu with a strange and un-self-conscious look as he passed, one that the boy had some difficulty parsing out, but it immediately made him feel as if he was on equal footing with the man. Not in a good way either, but rather, in the way your employer or teacher might look at you right before asking you to help them bury a body. Goro slowed down and rested his hand on a nearby table for support. "Listen..."

'Not that one.' The accountant in his head demanded. It was too long. The boy, if he wished to savor some memory, to chew on it, it had better be the single frame of a moment, selected from the very best, for a single moment was practically all he had to enjoy it with. If he was looking for clues, there simply was no time to chew the scenery, to try to exactly understand the nature and dynamic of his father's feint expression of grief. He jumped forward, to the forest, as he pushed and waded through the thick brush, his temper slowing and cooling to the pace of long hours spent managing the continual minor annoyances that hiking through unbeaten paths through the trees came with. He gripped a branch nearby as the crumbling soil beneath his feet trickled a little further down the ravine, and tried to catch a glimpse of the parted sky between dancing silhouettes of leaves. Where was he? How much further to the shore? One glimpse of the landscape, exposed from parting branches caught by the wind, immediately oriented Tetsu within his internal map of the countryside. His father had taught him how to do that. You could say what you wanted about the man, and everyone did, but for as much as he mocked the dead and cast aspersions on all those who believed living for 'honor' meant anything at all, he would always describe the forests and mountain ranges of the Lightning Country with the same passion and attention to detail that a man who had built his own house might. He loved this country, in his own way. Tetsu looked down at the soft Earth. He saw his mother's footprint impressed within the mud.

He thought back to that afternoon. He didn't mean to hit her. His body, encapsulated by the darkness, now began to vibrate and shake without his control. His chest hurt. It was unbearable, it was literally unbearable, but he knew he would not be asked to suffer it for too much longer. He had been robbed of everything. He could hear the voices of his screaming parents ringing in his head, distorted from his own gargled screams, back in the present, as if time itself was experiencing some kind of painful schism, the burst of sound emanating from him was being soaked within the memories he could not help but to play through the panicked and wordless landscape unraveling within his own mind. Blame, and the unknown. His parents had nightly surpassed every limit of anger a person could reasonably allow themselves to succumb to without resorting to absolute violence. Grievances, paranoia, denial; all of the same conversations playing out in forward, in reverse, laced with insidious commentaries on the contents of a person's character. The object stopped being to find the truth, or to live together, or even to prove, finally, that they were more right and more rightfully aggrieved; it was to inflict deep and lasting wounds, to injure more than they had been injured. The darkness was closing in now. He looked up to the fragmented sun, and searched for an answer for his life.

He couldn't face himself, even then. He felt a deep shame for it, if this was the end. If. The words seemed to echo mockingly from the abyss below. No, this was it. There was no saviour that would come in at the eleventh hour, and he had done absolutely nothing with all the time he had been given. He thought briefly of all of the millions of people who must have come before him, scythed out of existence without a thought in their head as to what was coming, a progression from the promise of one day possessing the whole world to, suddenly, nothing; a senseless and meaningless blip into the fabric of living reality. He could see his mother's smiling face, after she had made fun of him for something. He couldn't remember what. Ryuichi was there, and they were all waiting out on the edge of the forest for their father to finally wake up and take them into town. Was this it? His last memory? It was plucked from a nearly forgotten morning, there wasn't even anything particularly special about it; Tetsu simply remembered how stunning the look of the cold sun was on the dew covered grass of the countryside, the shadows from the trees and from their house as black as the night against the crystalline shimmer of the forest, and, he remembered, the particular expressions on the faces of Ryuichi, and his mom. Something deeply contented and hopeful from his brother, but also like he was enjoying a little joke to himself involving his own overly dramatic expression. Tetsu seemed sure his brother didn't even know anyone else would be looking at him, it was his own private little amusement. For some reason, from the very pit of his stomach, he wanted to burst out crying. If only he still had control over his body.

After, in a rage, Tetsu had hit his mother and run away, so too did his mother, as a kind of melodramatic show of fear. She would get as close as she could to the edge of the Country before expecting to be apprehended by Goro, who would be chasing her desperately for fear that she would be killed trying to flea the nation without a passport. 'Everything is always about you.' His own voice called out from the abyss. 'Your own mother risks her life to escape her violent and tyrannical son,' the voice was getting closer now, and he began to see the dark reflection of himself begin to emerge from the depths of the world below, 'And you somehow turn this into a sentiment where you're the victim of her melodramatic guilt trips. It just doesn't get much more narcissistic, don't you think?' The boy could feel rage and resentment and sadness all swirling around the small world inside of him, remembering all the nights he was beaten, but even then, under the gaze of his own mocking eyes, he knew the memory was insincere, an excuse invented to give to no one, just before he died. This was the way he lived his life; pathetically. There was, however, some small amount of truth in there, somewhere, and he decided to give himself to it. 'Then why do I feel this way?' He asked, knowing that this last uncomfortable realization that he was forming would, finally, become that small morsel of life that he would end up bringing with him. One last thought to crush his spirit and fracture his sense of identity. Well, it wasn't like he needed those things any more anyway.

'I wanted to be alone.' The words started pouring out from his mind, "I hated who I was, and I wanted to blame it on someone else. I feel like I'm filled with a rage that can never be satisfied, I feel betrayed.' And Tetsu's reflection came even closer, face to face with the boy and ready to pull him into the embrace of the monster, 'And you know why that is, right?' The sadistic smile crept up the boy's cheeks as he stared up at the other dying boy, 'Who is it that betrayed you? Who told you life was going to be different for you, that you were special enough that you could sit around doing nothing and expect life to just start for you?' Tetsu stopped struggling now. '...I did.' He told himself, 'I was waiting for something magical to happen.' And after a pause, he added, "And here it is." The voice agreed, echoing, "And here it is." As Tetsu, for the first time, really looked at the immensity of the ocean around him. He thought of his father, imagined the moment when the man would hear what had happened to his son. Tetsu knew that Goro would hold onto that burden indefinitely, until it killed him. He told himself simply that there was nothing he could do about that now. He thought of his mom. He thought of her face, and knew that thinking of her in words was not something he had the time or ability to manage any more, he just wanted to remember her.

When he awoke the next day on the beach, he immediately began throwing up water. His chest and legs hurt so much that he passed out from the coughing fit and only woke again several hours later, when the sun was just beginning it's setting trajectory. He sat up with a strange feeling, his thoughts overwhelming him to the point that it felt like a calm quiet had fallen over his mind. He felt light, like something blocking the flow of his blood, of his life and fate, had suddenly become unclogged, and he thought of the boy he found at the bottom of the ocean. He knew instantly that he had unlocked something fundamental to his jutsu techniques, lost in the novelty and experience of the specific feeling of enlightenment on the topic rather than any utility purpose for it. This was the pathway to the Grandeur Phantom kinjutsu, he understood what it was now as plainly as recognizing the sky for being blue, or water for being wet. He knew, too, why it was a kinjutsu; you had to die to learn it.

Omoi Tetsu · Mar 4, 2019

Re: Omoi Tetsu - Genin

~*~*The Water Margin*~*~

On the surface, the Water Margin is a paradox; an ideologically driven mercenary group. They are conservative in nature, with aesthetic overtones of newness and rebellion that seem to be actually captivating quite a few of Lightning Country's energetic and disposessed youth. They are historically conscientious, with a fervent dislike for the already deceased and former Crown Prince of Lightning Country, Shiro Amakusa Tokisada zi Kaminari. Despite this, they are both in support of lineages determining the rule of the countryside, posing as very vocal opposition to the country's rising democratic contingency, while seemingly very aggressively opposed to the role that bloodlines play in the politics and power structure of Kumogakure's hidden village. Claiming to be one very active and new division of Amakusa Ryuu ro Kaminari's broader mercenary group, although this has yet to be confirmed, the group engages in organized military activity, press releases, and protests, as well as very violent attacks on both military and civilian infrastructure, which include both robberies and murders along with the widespread destruction of property. They exist somewhere along the gradient of amateur and professional, but they pose an increasingly serious threat to the stability of Lightning Country, both militarily and ideologically.

Anbu have, on two occasions already, tried to infiltrate this group for the purposes of intelligence gathering, but on both occasions and despite every conceivable precaution being made to disguise the allegiances of the shinobi, they were both almost immediately discovered, and the shinobi were killed as a result. Despite appearances, this group is extremely dangerous, and should be approached with an exceptional degree of caution.

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~*~*Band of Misfits*~*~
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Name: Hideaki Masuro
Hero's Name: The Man in the Sky
Age: 32
Height: 5'11”
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Rank: #1
Fluent in Vulgar Kumo: Yes

Personality/History

Art is alive. In this time of ours, the boy felt, when plays and paintings and music were seen as distractions from the violence raging in the world around him, something for degenerates to engage in and egocentric fools to try and build a name for themselves in, Masuro knew the truth. That art always occupied the top and bottom of society, whether it was for indulgences and wastefulness, or to create the values and hopes for which all other professions and lives are based upon, it was not just important, but necessary for life as a human being. His parents didn't believe in him of course, when he tried to articulate what, only years later, would become clear and which he could put to words, and they tried to push him into a respectable governmental position as a translator for the court. To appease them, and in self-doubt, he obeyed, allowing himself to be ushered off to some forgotten corner to preserve his family's dignity, and to begin his training in translation, but the nagging feeling remained with him for years. That is, until one day, when he met Rei. She was an actor for a local theater, and he would often sneak off after school to see her perform, and to talk as quickly and excitedly as he could for little modifications he thought would be interesting to the various plays she was performing in. She didn't always agree with him, of course, but she always felt like the ideas were fascinating, and kept ushering him on to develop them more.

Despite his eagerness, he had to do his best to balance his interests with his responsibilities, not only keeping up with homework and chores, but also taking care of his baby sister, Rina, as his parents often worked long hours in the village, servicing the needs of council as Cloud was slowly breaking up into smaller, independent factions. Despite all of this, he managed to hound the director of the local theater enough to have him look at the play he had written, often coming in in the previous several weeks to do manual labour around the theater just to win the man's favour. The director, Minako, was hesitant, clearly not wanting to have to explain to the kid that his work wasn't good enough, but he figured that he at least owed Masuro a glance. There, the boy got to watch as the man's furrowed brow soon loosened into a confused look, as he read the first few lines and burst out laughing. From there, the director's expression completely changed, leaning forward in his seat and smiling as if listening to a terribly funny story one of his friends was telling him.

"So, when am I going to be able to see it?" His mother asked, sneaking up on him as he wrote feverishly at his desk. "See what?" The boy panicked and quickly pulled the stack of papers under his arms, as if that would somehow hide them. "Oh come on, I won't tell your dad, but it's fine if you can manage to do this while watching your sister and keeping up with your studies." He was literally beside himself, feeling that the world had suddenly opened it's doors just a crack for him to slip through. Over the next few months, the world seemed to break into chaos; he couldn't believe it the first time he saw, but buildings being blown up by the general destruction of several warring factions seemed to be a common occurrence, and he had learned fairly early to run and dive for cover whenever anything serious seemed to be breaking out in the world around him. Food was getting harder to come by too. If you can believe it though, even with all of this, Masuro felt like he was protected by a kind of bubble that surrounded himself and Rei and the art they were working on together. His rumbling stomach seemed to be little more than an annoyance slowing down his work, but the boy seemed to be able to pull his energy from the very air itself, working with a feverish passion to output play after play, many of which went on to be produced by the theater.

He had been told, as a kind of secret that he alone was allowed to be told, that a local big shot from an even larger production company, one from the city, was going to be visiting their theater to watch, among other things, his play. He had solemnly promised his mother that he'd be back at home right after school. Wednesdays were to be solely devoted to family duties as a term of his creative freedom, and he knew that no exception would be granted on this point, regardless of the reason. He would run home, feed his sister, put her down for a nap, and just peek in at the man's face as he watched Masuro's show.

The stately man was talking to the young actresses he had brought with him, not seeming to pay attention all that much to the boy's show, but would every now and then laugh heartily, point to one of the actors on the stage and start explaining something to his dates in hushed tones. It was so little, the man hadn't even applauded for the show when it had ended, but it made Masuro feel a kind of ecstasy he had never felt before, like someone in this world was looking straight into his soul and telling him it meant a damn thing. He returned home in a complete daze, his heart and mind both racing against each other as he thought of what he could possibly do to improve what he was making, somehow make it more precise, more wild, more true. As he walked into his house, he felt a draft. Half-confused at his own sensation, he followed it to his sister's room, where she lay still and covered in her own blood, a blank expression on her face, and her mouth agape.

Masuro blinked and left the room, then went to sit on his couch for a moment before getting back up to look at her again. He just didn't understand what he was looking at. He checked the other rooms for his sister, and then, for some reason unknown to himself, started screaming and crying all at once, incoherently, in horror.

The following months raced past in a fury of incomprehensibility. Chaos and fire started engulfing everything, even Masuro's dreams. He found himself in the army, it was like he woke up one day after falling asleep at the sight of his sleeping sister, and when he had, he was gripping a knife tightly. It was going into the chest of someone who looked like him. During the war, Masuro had distinguished himself in battle fighting under Ryuu's forces, gaining notoriety as a man without fear, possessed by demons. His sobriety from the horror happened at a pace that seemed inversely proportionate to that which was hardening and rapidly maturing him in the face of the war. For a time, he seemed to have retired from active duty, and essentially disappeared into irrelevance, until recently.

Name: Anakagewatsi Ruya
Hero's Name: The Right Hand
Age: 22
Height: 5'6”
Gender: Female
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Gray
Rank: #2
Fluent in Vulgar Kumo: Yes

Personality/History

Energetic, curious, and driven by a creative impulse, the career path that your standard shinobi follows seemed fairly early to be inadequate for Ruya. While she was studying in the academy, both her parents and teachers urged her to go down a doctoral path, as she was proving very bright and eager to lap up any material she could get her hands on. Their urgings, it seemed, were all but too effective. Entering the medical shinobi branch, the woman would quickly find herself investigating more niche areas of research, prolonging her study of biology that would typically form the basis of pre-med, so that she could research and document the different habitats that various insects flourished in within the different biomes of Kumogakure, conducting research from this data into the manner in which those creatures might be utilized as indicators for small, catastrophic events that would have taken place in an area, as well as how various insects might be used in forensic investigations. Although she was able to publish one or two papers on the subject, it wouldn't be long before she found herself following her whims into new areas in the medical branch, and in particular, those found in the growing field of psychology. Investigating sociopathy and ideologic fixation. This interest of hers, too, would soon blossom into a series of requests to develop psychological profiles of some of the members of mercenary terrorist group, The Water Margin.

She has since been marked as having fallen victim to the group's brainwashing, having seemingly abandoned her bright career in medicine to engage in acts of violence, not just against the state, but often towards innocent civilians as well. Most notably, she was observed by multiple witnesses to be actively engaged in a recent attack on one of Kumogakure's major financial institutions, and was here personally responsible for intentionally destroying the leg of one of the tellers at this establishment so as to prevent them from escaping the building that was being held by the group. Since then, she has been actively involved with the group as they have committed murders, often assisting in the acts, and the repeated destruction of defensive infrastructure for the country. Her parents have offered a sizable reward for her safe return, although it is unlikely that the state will allow her to be brought back as a free woman.

Name: Hiroyushi Kanoda
Hero's Name: The Lion of Anatol
Age: 36
Height: 6'0"
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Rank: #3
Fluent in Vulgar Kumo: Yes

Personality/History

Hiroyushi was a career man, earning respect for his fighting prowess as he served under Ayumu as one of the Anbu likely to, at one point, vie for a spot as an Anbu Captain. He was capable, bright, and, at least early on, willing, although it should be noted that his hands weren't exactly clean from the outset, even during his military days. Although promising in skill, as the man settled into a more domestic family life with his wife and three children, his willingness to engage in the more dangerous Anbu missions began slowly waning. He had managed to maintain a passive role in a small import business his childhood friend, Amagura Nao, had started when they were young. The money was nothing impressive, and the two would occasionally subsidize this income by smuggling immigrants in, and villagers out, of Kumogakure, arranging to have those incoming migrants work under the table in local restaurants when they arrived, usually for wages not even a hair's breadth above what was needed for basic survival.

All of this had come to light after his post was effectively left abandoned, prompting an investigation. His wife, Hibiki, and three children, Rin, Yamata, and Dio, seem to be traveling with the company, although it appears as if only Kanoda is engaged directly in any seditious activity. Not much else is known about the man's sudden change in allegiance, but intel supports the theory that this member of the organization may be driven by financial hardship more than anything else, having been found on several occasions arranging for the purchase of expensive medicine from Kumo's thriving black market.

Name: Bishoujo Kimi
Hero's Name: Orange Stardust
Age: 19
Height: 5'10" (5'11" with heels)
Gender: Female
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Rank: #4
Fluent in Vulgar Kumo: No

Personality/History

It seemed like just yesterday that Kimi was an ordinary high school girl, crushing on boys and drinking iced cappuccino's till 11 pm trying to make honour roll. Her life since then has changed dramatically, ever since her cat, Tobi, told her that he was really a ninja cat from the world of summons or something, and that she was destined to be a ninja herself.

At first, she had no clue what to do; it was hard enough just designing, you know, her ninja aesthetic (she was thinking orange and white. Keeping that cool, schoolgirl flair with the white while paying homage to Hallowe'en, which she loved, you know, with the orange and all), but then on top of that, she was pretty much just tossed into this strange world of, like, fighting monsters? It's weird, but that's where she was now. Still trying to keep her days free for working on schoolwork, but at night, her ninja friends would take her out to do battle. Anyway, she's pretty much ripped now. To be fair, most of the monsters are human, but they can like blast lasers out from their hands or whatever so she didn't really know what to call them, and some of them did really turn into monsters, like two-headed freaks or, like, one guy had a dog he could fuse with. Not asking any questions on that one.

Well, she guessed she was a monster now too, since she could blast lasers out of her hands, and do cool fire shit too. Monster-girl Kimi, had a nice ring to it, actually. Last year, as if battling demons and dating boys wasn't hard enough to balance with sleep, she ultimately decided to join this Water Margin group. At first it seemed a bit cliquey - Like, why couldn't you just focus on enemies outside of Cloud? It's not like there weren't enough of them. Anyway though, their arguments made a lot of sense, so in the end, she kind of just had to follow her heart and join. So much for having a social life, am I right?

Name: Kuroda Genma
Hero's Name: Geese
Age: 29
Height: 6'1”
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Brown
Rank: #5
Fluent in Vulgar Kumo: No

Personality/History

All things, when boiled down to their base elements, were simple. If you heat up a bar of metal, the molecules break apart, and it will eventually turn to liquid; fall, and you'll hit the ground; and when you're hungry and don't have a dime to eat, you need to remedy that, or else get yourself ready for an early grave. Was it Kuroda's fault that he was born into poverty, and filth, at the whims of the harsh wastelands of Lightning Country's barren mountainside? Well, maybe barren and filthy were too strong as words to use for this sort of thing, but certainly he was no less a man than those that had had the opportunity to acquire more than he had. He was, of course, first and foremost a business man. Always had been, always would be. Even during his first stint spent serving under Admiral Hideaki Masuro in Ryuu's forward guard, he was doing his very best to trade dry shoes for tobacco and vegetables. When the war was over, it wasn't as if that part of him just went ahead and died with him; now real money could be ventured after, and lots of it, too.

Now, of course, of course, his first attempt was always securing a loan or investment. He generally offered a very fair equity position to prospective investors, would even go so far as to consider licensing deals or royalties, depending on just what the business opportunity was. Now, failing that, well, there were always weddings. Weddings, especially those of a more traditional variety, tended to have quite a surplus of raw cash lying around ready to line the butterfly filled pockets of the bride and groom. Obviously now, he only crashed the weddings of bankers and other such unsavoury type characters; he still had his own moral standards to uphold, after all.

Money, however, while an important side quest in the journey of Mr. G. Kuroda, was not paramount to him living a decent life, it was more like a spectacle he enjoyed. While life had taught him early on to be skeptical of those who seemed to have time to dote on highfalutin philosophies, that did not necessarily preclude him from trusting and believing in the one man he knew who carried them deep within his gashed up heart. Kuroda believed in the cause just about as much as he believed in the man that held it, and that was enough for his present circumstance. And has the narrator forgotten to mention that Genma here has a brother? Well, as it turns out, that's a bit important too, as the two are nigh inseparable in a fight, both with each other and with other people, so keep your eye out for that.

Name: Kuroda Anno
Hero's Name: Black
Age: 25
Height: 5'7”
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Yellow
Rank: #5
Fluent in Vulgar Kumo: No

Personality/History

When they were younger, and for as long as he could remember since then, Anno was responsible for being, well, a little more responsible than his older brother Genma. When their mother was out for work at the local market, Anno would constantly find himself dragging his brother around to help out with housework in preparation for her return. Genma, it seemed, would just as soon leave his brother to do all the dirty work while he did the dirty work of climbing the tree in their backyard that would allow him to climb onto the roof. For a long time, Anno resented his brother for his fickle attitude, and the mature child would make a dedicated promise from that point on to move to the city, follow an academic path that would see that he was able to gain entrance into that polite society he so desperately sought after, find a wife, buy a house, and so on. Little did he know at that time, and Genma endlessly reveled in this fact, but things weren't quite so simple as he was. When you went to a fancy pants university, it seemed, and jumped through every single hoop laid out for you, working extra hard and depriving yourself of friends as a result, you wouldn't simply be handed a job at the end of it. In order to enter polite society, someone from that society had to look at you as enough of a friend to let you work for them, and Anno had sacrificed those in pursuit of that which was now being denied him.

After months without success, Anno joined Genma in the tail-end of the civil war, earning himself the honour of killing other people who were dumb enough to go out there like he had based on nothing at all, or nothing good enough. He learned that the world was just a rock, hurdling through space at a million-billion miles per hour, and the structure that a man thought he saw before his very eyes every morning was just the willful pretending of men who were desperate to have you believe that any of them had a goddamn clue what they were doing, when what they were doing was nothing more than all they could to keep from screaming in absolute horror at the chaos, and the blackness that surrounded them. Despite his reservations, however, he still had a deep, and perhaps irrational, affection for the country he lived in, and could see what it was inevitably becoming.

Name: Madoka Lily
Hero's Name: Lily, the Ultimate Lesbian
Age: 19
Height: 5'4"
Gender: Female
Hair Color: Blue
Eye Color: Blue
Rank: #7
Fluent in Vulgar Kumo: Yes

Personality/History

Rear admiral Madoka, of Lightning Country's naval fleet, had esteemed herself in combat through three naval conflicts in the two short years since she's been serving. She showed immediately a knack for improvisation and quick thinking, along with a gift for inspiring the crew around her when they had found themselves in peril, and their ship nearly sunk. Although Lily had, since she was a child, loved being on the water, and took it, as all sailors do, as a point of pride to be able to live seaborne and adrift for as long as duty and the voyage called for, she would routinely revel in the change of scenery and pace that shore leave would bring. Excitement among the crew would generally turn to competition, of which Lily would sooner die than lose, and so she would try to steer these games to an arena where her capacity was unrivaled: debauchery. "Love is a sport." She would introduce her challenge with, a knowing gaze passing along all her hungry sailors, the goal not really needing to be stated outright, and it wouldn't be long before she and her crew were prowling through the taverns seeking out the finest delicacies that the various countrysides had to offer. Lily became famous for convincing women to want desperately what most of them had likely never thought of before the night they met her.

At first, the local men loved it and drank with Lily, thinking it was hilarious, but it was often no later than the second night of her stay that the joke, it seemed, stopped being so funny, and, fortunately, Madoka was as good at seducing while drunk off her face as she was at dueling, making sure to doubly humiliate those she had robbed of their women the night before. She had made a reputation for herself within the navy for bedding thirty four maidens on a particularly religious isle in a single night, one of which was known for being a literal living saint. Whenever new recruits would ask her how she had managed to routinely put women of every type under her spell, she would simply tell them "Knowledge of how to do that is what makes me the Rear Admiral, while you're still Seaman Apprentices."

In an attempt to bolster diplomatic relations with the Hidden Village of Star, Kumogakure had been testing out Naval exercises between the two great powers as a means of building a bridge to a long-term negotiated peace, and it was in these attempts that Lily would see her past catching up with her. The captain of the opposing fleet assigned to the games, Nagajaretsu Ko, just so happened to be the father of a girl that Lily had deflowered, and though the man shuddered at facing the Beast of Lightning, the girl with the legendary three-fingered taijutsu finishing attack, the man put his fear aside and sought out the position in order to deliver justice against the woman who had effectively ruined his daughter's prospective wedding engagement to a local Daimyo. Ko took a large contingency of his fleet and targeted Lily's ship exclusively, the rest of the man's fleet serving merely to keep his broad opposition preoccupied as he targeted Lily's ship with live munitions. Now, Lily was talented, but she wasn't a godly tactician, and she would have very likely gone down with her battered ship if these rulebreakers hadn't been called immediately back to their village for support in defending themselves from a terrorist attack. Lily stalked Ko's ship all through the day and night, keeping enough of a distance that she wouldn't be spotted unless he was expecting a tail, which he seemed arrogant enough to dismiss as a possibility. When he arrived on shore, she joined the defense of the terrorists and together defeated Ko and his small naval force. Lily, as the official press release went, acted alone in her hostility toward the Hidden Star Village, and Star would have to accept that fact given their own transgressions. The rear admiral and her crew have since gone missing, presumably having defected with the Water Margin after the battle.

Name: Tsubayasa Ginryo
Hero's Name: Upskirt Champion Ryo
Age: 16
Height: 5'6"
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Grey
Eye Color: Grey
Rank: #8
Fluent in Vulgar Kumo: No

Personality/History

Ginryo was, like an angel, born innocent. Raised in a devoutly religious family, the boy had made a habit of feverishly watching his own thoughts for sinful thinking, spurred on by the iron fist of his own father. He was so mindful of the sins he was warned were forever lingering on the edge of his consciousness, waiting to invade his heart and corrupt him, that when he hit puberty, he began to develop a kind of obsession over them. His budding desires for the increasingly buxom girls he saw all around him combined with his naturally hard working nature to form a fighting style unique to Ryo. Agile and dexterous, he artfully wields a meteor hammer with a camera attached to it; gaining a reputation for having developed such a mastery with the tool that he could easily place the camera gently, with his chained weapon, on a single candle of a chandelier. It was not long after becoming an impressively proficient weapons expert that Ryo began showing signs of a budding elemental affinity in wind as well, and although his teachers could not quite understand why the boy had attached a camera to his weapon of choice, they were all happy to see that he was progressing rather well through his training.

How he ended up with the crew of The Water Margin was not quite something that happened intentionally, but rather, the result of a challenge put forward by Lily, in the question of who could get the best shot of the most beautiful girl's most beautiful panties in the course of a single day. It was a close fight, and Ginryo won out in the end by a matter of sheer luck in finding a girl who happened to be walking around done up in lingerie, where Lily, it seemed, was too busy distracting just a few cute girls. Quite a bit for a single day, but just nowhere near enough to keep up with Ginryo's breakneck pace. After his victory and simply because the crew liked him so much, he was offered a spot with them, and the promise that girl's everywhere loved a rebel.

Name: Inigawa Ichigo
Hero's Name: The Devil of Amikagakure Bridge
Age: 52
Height: 5'9"
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Black
Rank: #9
Fluent in Vulgar Kumo: No

Personality/History

For ten years, Amikagakure bridge seemed haunted. The disappearances themselves were spread out so sparsely during that period that, under normal circumstances, they might have warranted a candlelight vigil or two for those that were found, and not much further thought, but it would be both the manner in which they were found, as well as the circumstances of their disappearance, that seemed to electrify the villages surrounding the bridge. A girl, usually a brunette, and often without much family, would find herself wandering onto the bridge on some particularly foggy morning and meet a mysterious man. Then, not long after, and inevitably, disappear after voluntarily meeting him again. When she returned, it would be in a suitcase floating along the shore of the river underneath the bridge, neatly cut up into pieces that would allow her to compactly be squeezed within it, and tied together with a long, silk ribbon. As if this wasn't macabre enough, it would be noted that none of the girls were returned whole, and that some of their... fatty deposits seemed to be carefully sliced off and removed. Those villagers who spent a little more time than they perhaps should have pondering this question would inevitably come to the same conclusion; they were being eaten.

At the height of the panic, men and women alike would hold hands and travel in pairs when they left their houses, and that, too, was an event becoming less and less frequent. Even then though, morbid curiosity seemed to overwhelm some, and to complicate the investigation, the bridge had become a spot for daring date nights, or for high schoolers to visit looking to prove how courageous they were. Suffice it to say, this had the effect of complicating investigations, and much of the time police spent looking into it was fruitlessly invested in following people who had arranged dates on the bridge. The frenzy, it was believed, might have even been responsible for one of the most iconic elements of the killings. That the disappearances occured after the meeting of a man on a foggy morning was doubtlessly at least influenced by the fact that this captivating detail would lead a woman, every now and then, to follow her courage when she saw fog in the morning, to travel to the spot in question. The allure being, it seemed, that one could seemingly opt out of peril, although no one seemed to. If you never went to meet the man a second time, it should mean that you would escape unharmed, and the drive to understand why anyone would seemed to be all too irresistible to the women who would inevitably follow the path of so many young women that had been mercilessly torn apart before them.

When they found the man, Inigawa Ichigo, the public was shocked at just how human he was. A cook in a local restaurant, he would travel out on foggy mornings to wait for girls dressed as an investigator, explaining to them that they shouldn't be traveling to such a dangerous place, at such a dangerous time, just to satisfy their curiosity. 'Reluctantly' and since they were there already, he would start explaining to them the more curious aspects of the case, acting perplexed and troubled by them. Just as they were about to leave, he would tell them that, although highly unorthodox, he was wondering if they might be interested in meeting him for coffee so he could try to work out some of the more puzzling aspects of the murders with them, as explaining himself aloud to someone else tended to help him see what he often couldn't before. Oh, and since he really wasn't supposed to be telling any of these details to civilians, he would appreciate it if they hadn't mentioned their meeting to anyone.
It wasn't long after he was able to escape his captives, living on the run for some time after that. To the dismay of the police, it seemed that on multiple occasions, journalists were able to find this man and conduct interviews before they could. In the end, he would find himself joining the Water Margin, quite a bit to that organization's discredit. It both bolstered the element of intimidation it had been trying to develop, while simultaneously diminishing any claims it was attempting for legitimacy.

Name: Kazu Yumiko
Hero's Name: Revisionist
Age: 26
Height: 5'10"
Gender: Female
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Rank: #10
Fluent in Vulgar Kumo: No

Personality/History
Having graduated from the academy at a young age, pretty much every one of Yumiko's teacher's had high hopes for her. She was bright, eager to learn, and hard working. The passage of time seemed, however, not to grant her with the talents that once seemed to be so guaranteed. After struggling her way through a relatively tame Genin exam, the girl's teachers stopped pushing her quite so much to meet milestones on their schedule. She spent five years a Genin, gently being nudged towards a medical track that would hopefully put some use to her good nature, if her talent couldn't quite take her all the way.

While taking on various missions, she fell in love with a teammate of hers who, as it turned out, was very politically active behind the scenes. He would lament over the inevitable decline of his country due to the lack of respect the hidden village showed for it's 11 daimyo's. She eventually joined him out on his protests and private underground meetings with dissenters, being recruited to write and publish some of the propaganda for the group. As it turned out, she seemed to have a talent for writing as well as PR, and would carry these talents with her to The Water Margin. There is no record of Yumiko's parents in Kumo.

Names: Ryuuto, Kyuuto, Domi, and Shimiden
Hero's Name: Low-Level Brats Ryuuto, Kyuuto, Domi, and Shimiden
Age: All 17, except Shimiden, who is 14
Height: 5'10", 5'9", 5'9", and 5'5"
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Rank: #11 - #14, in order
Fluent in Vulgar Kumo: No

Personality/History

They're just thugs, with no important history.

~*~*Other NPC's*~*~

Name: Kami Himiute
Age: 47
Height: 5'11"
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Grey
Eye Color: Black
Rank: Anbu
Purpose of NPC: This is going to be Mishiku's NPC mission leader

Personality/History

Weak would be the most fitting word to describe Himiute. After the loss of his son to polio, Himiute felt as though he had awoken from a fever himself; none of this mattered, and all these young men and women were just playing games to gain or lose a little influence, death itself only acting as a little side attraction. He needed to work in order to eat, so he'd continue managing his post as an Anbu, but, partially through pity, and partially through affection, he was effectively allowed to maintain his position by managing paperwork, briefing shinobi on the administrative details of upcoming missions, and essentially becoming the memory of the Anbu organization. Another way of putting it might be to call him the supreme paper pusher.

In his sentimentally apathetic position, however, the man was developing a certain unique form of wisdom that his peers began valuing as a perspective that they were unlikely to find in the rest of the organization. It was grounded and unambitious, empathetic, and somewhat antagonistic to the manner of thinking that most Anbu were more or less indoctrinated into believing. With anyone else, such a mindset would be watched very carefully for hints of sedition, but with Himiute, it just seemed very clear that he had already cashed in his chips, so to speak. Although usually just allowing himself to be carried by the tide of work coming his way, he had recently taken an interest in the activity behind the terrorist group, The Water Margin, requesting the old files relating to failed infiltration mission details. This new infiltration attempt is, in fact, his own brainchild.

Name: Ryugo Sonen
Age: 24
Height: 6'1"
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Rank: Anbu in Training
Purpose of NPC: This is going to be Mishiku's NPC mission partner

Personality/History

Sonen learned from a very early point in his training that if you really wanted to encourage your teammates, you had to show them that you were willing to go through the worst of it. He would always opt for taking the most challenging tasks, the stuff that no one else wanted to do; he felt an urge inside of him to really inspire those around him to be the best that they could be, and in so doing, he found himself slowly becoming a better person, someone who was developing a little more integrity within himself every day.

He had a relatively straightforward way of thinking, and as a result, was encouraged to forget about joining the Anbu corps and focus on main branch work, and even teaching; anybody who knew the man knew that he would be more suited to this tract. In point of fact, Sonen himself knew it, and it was his eventual goal to switch back, but he felt as though he couldn't really justify moving into a leadership position without having to suffer the worst of what a shinobi might go through, to take on the most difficult challenges. So, despite his lack of natural skill in the particularly stealthy nature of the Anbu, he would simply work harder to force himself into that mold, meditating every day on the art of deception.

This would be Sonen's second mission out in the field, but he had so far excelled in his position, his grit proving to be a more valuable asset than natural ingenuity.

Name: Kinimisuma Suichi
Age: 23
Height: 6'2"
Gender: Female
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Yellow
Rank: Civilian
Purpose of NPC: An antagonistic NPC that will be interacted with in the early stages of the mission

Personality/History

Despite her rather large stature, Suichi has always been a little shy. The world around her doesn't treat her as such, just assuming that someone who seems devoted to the gym like they have a divine purpose in lifting and grunting, and so she does her best to live up to the expectations that seem to follow her. Deep inside though, she always feels a hint of anxiety while she's around others.

In truth, the reason she trains so hard is because she feels that her own emotions are a little bit too difficult to manage, direct violence and strain seem much more suitable as opponents, as the means for getting through them is always so much more direct. Even still, combat itself always made her terribly nervous. She'd get through it, usually in a rage, but it gave her a considerable degree of compassion for those that she was pumelling. Perhaps as a result, Suichi would start meditating on conflict itself, and the history of Kumo, with an eye towards eventually minimizing the yearly death toll as much as she could.

She was always told she should join the academy, but working as a for-hire muscle suited her a lot better. No prying eyes at the street justice she could deliver, she could set her own hours most of the time, and she tended to like the people she ended up working for. She was recently sent in to break up a protest involving some elements of The Water Margin. Nothing too serious required; the bulk of the participants merely curious at what the spectacle was all about, but during that time, ended up in a particularly engaging conversation about the use of force to quiet political discourse. She had since been contemplating the ideas, slowly being driven to seek out more.

Name: Nameyosi Rogo
Age: 55
Height: 6'1"
Gender: Male
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Blue
Rank: Civilian
Purpose of NPC: An antagonistic NPC that will be interacted with in the early stages of the mission
Personality/History

Rogo was about as direct as you could get. He knew that his men in the field, mercenaries as they were, would not tolerate anything that sounded like bulshit, because he knew he couldn't in their shoes. It was part of the reason that for years on mercenary assignments, he'd be placed in the very lowest positions, which he didn't mind if the tradeoff was that he got to mouth off as much as he wanted. Seemed like a small price to pay, even. There was no climbing the ladder for him, either; he was a bottomfeeding grunt right up to the moment the guys at the top couldn't stand him being right all the time, and made him lieutenant.

Although he was more or less retired now, he still liked being close enough to the action to at least hear the chattering of those still steeped deeply within it, and, as a result, was just about always down for bringing his friends, including Suichi, in for a drink between their assignments. When she asked him to come with her to visit some sort of underground protest network, he couldn't help but to give her a goofy little smile. She was still just like a teenager, still figuring out who she was in the world and thinking about lashing out against ma and pop. Well, it's not like he had settled on the question of who he was or wanted to be, he more or less just got too busy to keep thinking about it, so he couldn't criticize her too much. In any event, sure, it sounded interesting enough to go check out, if only to see what seemed to have been rattling her cage.

Name: Todoraki Ichiban
Age: 67
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 151 lbs
Previous RP Presence: Here
Knowledge of Ancient Kumo: Yes

History/Personality:

When the drama of a person's life seems too minute and peaceful to amount to anything, sit with it a while longer, let it unfold slowly, and you are bound to find passion overflowing beneath the calm surface, ready to boil over. All it takes is the slightest push in the wrong direction. By all accounts, Ichiban began his life under idyllic circumstances. As a boy, he lived in the mountainous Kumogakure countryside, often traveling with his mother when he was away from school to watch her paint the beautiful seascapes visible from the country's hilltops and mountainsides. There were many years from youth to adolescence where the boy would count painting as his primary ambition, and his family was well off enough that he would not develop, for quite some time, any concept of ambition's relationship with want and poverty. Not that he would ever seriously experience the harshness of life on that level himself, at least not until after University, but he was also otherwise shielded from the reality of the world by the life his good name had bought him long before he was ever born.

Before the war, Ichiban had grown passionate about history, until, as everyone learns when history rises up to meet them, it became more of a prudent avenue of understanding the dangers of the world around you. He followed, to the letter, his professors' instructions for translating, and then back translating, all of the classics of both Western and Eastern literature, only breaking from his studies to attend swim practice, attentively sharpening both his body and mind, preparing to become the bright young man that life was ushering him into, as if he was simply devoutly and steadily filling out a preconceived mould. He wasn't exactly introverted, but was rather more involved in the larger than life characters he followed in ancient fictions than he was in noticing that he didn't particularly have many friends. Another boy, Koramu, found himself gravitating toward Ichiban's aloof persona, at first merely inviting himself over to read silently with the boy (and both were equally grateful to have an excuse to rid themselves of pitying glances for taking lunches alone). As time went on though, the two would start sharing notes from their novels, and eventually became confident enough to begin discussing the merits of the great philosophers and heroes they read about. They hardly talked about anything personal, but each one of them, through this, was slowly emerging from their invisible shells. Both were idealists, thinking without thinking that the world's problems could be solved in the reasoned deliberations of the pages they turned, and forgetting that people were made of flesh and passion, and could very easily forget what reason even was. When the war came, those throngs of incoherent crowds ready to rip people apart for the most incomprehensible grievances; they suddenly came to life, and neither of them could ever look at such things again as a funny little quirk of people made ignorant by the times they lived in. It was time to fight in the war, they were taught. Serve your country, fight for honour, for the future of freedom, love, and all those other lies that young men are told immediately preceding hell's existence on Earth.

Koramu truly believed he could think his way out of the war. Not just as a personal escape, but rather that if only he could build up an entire theoretical construct of the madness that men now held in their hearts, if he could understand precisely why everyone was wrong, and then simply demonstrate it to them, things could change; they could revert to the way they were, and everyone could finally lick their wounds, on both sides. He didn't understand what Ichiban had, which was that these men they were seeing before them now were not the victims of irrationality, but instead had evolved beyond reason, beyond humanity. The idea of saving them was as absurd as the idea of saving the ape from becoming man. Nonetheless, they talked at length about the subject, it was all they ever talked about, and both of them knew that beneath this veneer of problem solving was the need for an irrational hope. They allowed themselves to swallow the lie that if they just kept moving toward a solution, the war would either pass by as they floated along lost in thought, or they'd eventually graduate to finding a way to best deliver their solution, in capsule form, the exact people that needed to hear it. Eventually, Koramu's participation became weaker and weaker, gradually subjugating himself to the role of the listener. At first, Ichiban thought his friend was losing hope, and certainly he could see despair begin filling his eyes. This wasn't it though, and Ichiban knew it before he understood why he knew it. His feelings betrayed his thoughts, and his feelings were souring against Koramu. When he looked at the other boy, he found himself feeling a twinge of disgust, tiny at first, but growing every day, and he became more and more aware of words that seemed physically trapped in the boy's throat.

Finally, he said, "Let's leave this place, Ichi."
"Leave? You know we'll be killed if we try to get off the island. Don't be dumb."
"That's not what I'm talking about."
"Then what are you talking about?" Ichiban finally got up from his lying position, resting on his elbows. He could feel himself getting defensive, although he didn't know why and tried to force an openly curious expression to form on his face.
"We don't have to live like this. I can save you. There is a way we can get out of this chaos, we can beat the system." Ichiban could tell Koramu wanted to say the last line with a hint of excitement and passion, but it just leaked out of his throat already meek and defeated.
"You don't have a good goddamn idea in your head, Koramu." Ichiban wanted to say more, but now the words were stuck in his own throat. He could feel an irrational hatred bubbling up inside of him. A half-realized understanding that threatened to release his private and subconscious thoughts into the material world.

Without answering Ichiban, Koramu just stiffly lied back down and turned away, the other boy's eyes burning holes into his back. Koramu's expression was blank, his movements were like that of an empty machine's, devoid of life. Somewhere in the instances that had passed, Ichiban realized that he despised his friend more than he hated any man that he had killed before. The images of his life in the countryside, of his life in school, with his mother, with his family, quietly sitting under trees with books, all raced from one to another at a breakneck pace before beginning again at the beginning of the reel. He was remembering these things with the obsession of resentment, as if the whole of the war could be placed upon Koramu's shoulders, and all the past that he had lost. The coward, the selfish bottomfeeder... Ichiban watched his friend sleep that night.

In the morning, he pretended to try to make amends with his friend, but there was a stiffness between them that belied the truth that neither dared to utter. Ichiban made some excuse to leave, but hid nearby their encampment and watched Koramu sneak out, and watched him meet with two faces that Ichiban had never seen before. There wouldn't be a next night between the two. Ichiban would wait for Koramu to sleep, and when he did, well, the war had started from that point as a blur. From then on there was no point of reference with which Ichiban could anchor himself in good or evil or cause or effect or hope or despair; things simply continued to happen by some machination that was beyond his control or understanding. He did things because they were asked of him by men who would simply rather ask then be asked, and the war trudged on.

When peace had finally emerged and there was no more blood to spill, Ichiban had consigned himself to the role of the consumption and administration of a constant stream of intelligence. War, he finally understood, was not something that ended; there were simply moments in time where countries needed to age more boys into soldiers.

Name: Inuzuka Aiano
Age: 31
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 135 lbs
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Bloodline: Inuzuka
Knowledge of Ancient Kumo: No

Personality/History:

True power lies in the places where people have most recently failed to look for it. If you climb the ladder that requires the most fortitude, bravery, and personal strength, all you will meet is adversity along the way, which is why the person targeted most often for grand and violent attacks is always, inevitably, the Kage of any hidden village. The games being played to acquire power specifically, end up with a greater focus on prestige than anything, or in other words what is valued is the perception of strength and influence, rather than those things actually. Aiano dropped out of the academy at the age of ten with the very earliest inklings of this notion in her mind. This was, of course, met with the most ferocious disappointment from the girl's parents imaginable, as the Inuzuka clan was not particularly known for it's lack of pride. Of course, the term 'dropping out' didn't quite fit at first either. Her parents forced her to go, but all she would do was read. Teachers demanded that she perform for their various tests, but she simply would not comply. No punishment was severe enough; no incentive strong enough. She had made up her mind that she was not going to follow any sort of traditional ninja path, and that was that. Given the girl's age, there were very few within or outside of her family that thought the decision ought to be met with any serious form of punishment, and instead the Nara's were sought out specifically for their council and insight as to whether or not the girl might be capable of pursuing some military path appropriate to her fascination with books, but even this seemed hopeless at first. The girl was practically a mute, and it seemed like she was succumbing to some kind of derangement of the mind over time. The consensus among the Nara clan at the time seemed to be to simply leave the girl alone; her very interest in reading so much was a sign of a blossoming intellect, but the growing pressure to conform may simply be preventing her from forming the bonds she needed to explain to anyone what she was feeling or thinking.

There was certainly a degree to which this was true, too, but more than this, perhaps, was Aiano's inability to properly articulate her thoughts, which was partly what fascinated her so much about the books she read. The damage the opposition she had faced during her formative years seemed complete too; she carried with her a consistent disinterest in explaining her motivations and thinking to those around her, or even developing close relationships of any kind. What she loved about the concept of the struggle for power was that it fundamentally rewarded talent and ingenuity. There was more than one way to play this game; in fact, the rise to power was a game within a game, and you could think of the meta-game as one where new ways to play that game were discovered. Aiano, more than anything, was observant. She took note of the different manners in which people played against each other. Some just became the strongest, but this approach would inevitably filter out the vast majority of humanity at their very birth. At the highest tiers of raw power, heroes were always born, never made. The manipulators would always follow suit from that, and they tended to use knowledge in a sort of vulgar way; only ever being interested in what was most immediately and directly seen as useful when they sought out insight and information. The weakest among men relied on numbers and compromise, truly a deplorable lot, but they had a formidable strategy. Then, along the outer rims of power acquisition were those who relied on unorthodox gambles. Some focused specifically on disruption, others on secrecy and plotting, and some, like Ichiban, on building up a non-specific reserve of knowledge. When Aiano had found the old man's small office, she could smell the overwhelming odor of paper and ink and tea coming from inside. It smelled like obsession, and here, four years ago, would be where she would find her home and calling. She offered to offload some of the man's brute volumes of paperwork needing to be processed, and he was grateful for the assistance, if a bit suspicious of her. Her tendency toward silence, however, eventually bought her the position of confidante within the man's office, and it was possible, she thought, that she was becoming the only person the old man dared to trust. Herein lied her own gamble for power. Within one of the most discreetly formidable factions of Kumo, she would sit as it's most innocuous inhabitant, overlooked by the world, hiding in plain site, but processing all of the information of that world; having her hands and eyes all over everything.

Name: Tobaku Tanwei
Age: 25
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 130 lbs
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Bloodline: None
Knowledge of Ancient Kumo: No

Personality/History:

Tanwei and his brother Nanaimo grew up as poor orphans in the Susukino District. From the beginning of his life until now, that life had been marked by a continuous strain to make ends meet. Although many others in his position had faced far worse, the simple fact of Tanwei's life is that he simply has not had an opportunity to stop and breathe for long enough to figure out what it is he might like to do with his life, and he spends the bulk of his days working as a cook in a nearby kitchen and trying to dissuade, to the greatest degree he is able, his brother's attempts to break the law in order to get a bit of money to pull the two out of their grimy circumstances.

Name: Tobaku Nanaimo
Age: 30
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 150 lbs
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Brown
Bloodline: None
Knowledge of Ancient Kumo: No

Personality/History:

Nanaimo was just another child orphaned from the countless little skirmishes that members of the village found themselves caught up in in one way or another. From a very early age, he had set out on a path to pull himself and his brother out of poverty, and while he tried to pursue this ambition sincerely, a small secret had crept it's way into his life. His brother knew about most of his illegal outings, but, for some reason, what he couldn't bear to let on was that in one of his little ventures into the criminal underbelly that pulsated beneath Kumo's thick skin, the man had introduced himself to a particularly powerful drug. He allowed himself to be convinced that his use of the substance was measured and careful, but slowly began noticing the change in his own appearance. Things were getting worse.

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