The day I finally decide to get my crap in order and there are new things I haven't even heard about. P.S. I've been told that Journeyman (main branch ability) and Shinobi 101 both free, right?
Training (IGNORE THE ERROR): http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=49&t=2823&p=70006#p70006
(The more important) OCR: http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?p=20207#p20207
Extra Ability Slot: http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=50&t=8587
0. Shinobi 101 (Gen)
1. Deflection
2. Sixth Sense
3. Insight
4. Illusionist
5. Mind Crush
6. Elemental Illusion (Earth)
7. Shattered Reality
8. Hyperactive
9. Supercharge
10. Clumsiness
11. Concentrated Focus
RPs:
[spoilername="Journeyman + Shinobi 101"]She flicked a stray hair behind her ear and bent down to pick up the military uniform set neatly on her bed. How long has it been since she paused in the way of shinobi? Too long, she supposed, as she pulled off her nightclothes to change. She wasn't even going to be a genin or a chuunin here. No, one look from her master declared her a jounin, a rank that she skipped chuunin over for in her real life and then threw away after being unable to handle blood.
Perhaps it has been too long, she mused. Her sharp fingernails combed through her short hair while she looked at herself in the mirror. What a difference. She looked like a different person. Professional. Serious. Though more of a soldier rather than a shinobi. But it was still nothing like the child-teenlike appearance before that... incident, to put it one way.
Sheathing her crystal flute, Yume spun on her heel and left her room with the heavy thuds from her combat boots. To be honest, falling back into the ranks of battle frightened her human side. Her demonic side, though it did not rejoice, shrugged and prepared her for whatever would come.
[WC: 203][/spoilername]
[spoilername="Deflection"]Another day, another... underground mission. She hadn't even opened her eyes to her to her enemy yet. Never mind that it was deep within the factories, with shrapnel and fiery sparks eager for a concussion tonight. She was just here to prevent revolts.
"Now, now. Let us talk.. or something like that," she said with her crystal flute already morphed into a dagger. By this point, she had no patience for dodging whatever amateurish throws the guy had. "We've been so kind and you just keep on asking for more and more..." Something else whizzed by her right cheek, so close that an untrained eye would have thought it grazed her.
Laughable.
There was a loud clang. Her dagger wielding hand was raised to her cheek and there was a howl of pain in front of her. Yume's brown eyes opened to the scuffed up man and she sighed, relaxing her stance. "We could have just talked."
[WC: 155][/spoilername]
[spoilername="Sixth Sense + Insight"]Something was always inhuman. Her older brother found that the unexpectedly hard way. His success rate on pranking or scaring Yume went from 100% to damn near zero within a month after her resignation.
"Don't even think about it," she said promptly, scribbling bars of notes for her composition. Tsuyu's grinning face dropped to a scowl as he phased out of invisibility and dropped the bucketful of water balloons on her head anyway. There was a short gasp and her body tensed. Before her head could even mechanically turn to look at him in disbelief, the elder sibling had already thrown down a smoke bomb in order to flee safely. Heaven knows the reason why she became faster at chasing now.
Her composition was soaked... and she didn't take too kindly writing it all over again. Her brown eyes no longer dulled, but sharp as the rest of the family's, she peered through the vision obscuring smoke. One level further and her eyes turned a demonic red. Now what trick is her dear brother thinking of playing for her now?
She dropped her wet notebook on the floor and stood up from her seat. What, was he just running? Child's play.
[WC: 200][/spoilername]
[spoilername="Illusionist + Mind Crush + Elemental Illusion + Shattered Reality"]"What is a demon without superior strength?" the priestess asked.
The tone sounded mocking. Her beautiful blue eyes looked down on her, mocking. Yume did not give her the satisfaction of letting out a growl; that would mean that the priestess was winning this stupid little spat. Sure... her taijutsu was mediocre at best. Better than before her demon blood manifested at least--she was plain horrible when she was at an adolescent age and only relied on her human senses. It's not like that was the end of it. She had other ways to make up for her weakness.
It was raining. But the drops were not clear. Red... Red hair... Red stained the ground and everything else. It looked like thin blood was raining down, dripping down the temple outer walls, dying Yume's clothes murder. Yet the priestess was pristine, the same shade of white and red remained from her miko attire. Only say attire, for her hair was getting wet and her face looked like she was crying in the red rain. What a sight. Which one looked more demonic?
A fragile hand opened heavenwards as it caught the crimson water. "Dark times, I said," she murmured. "They don't listen."
Everything was just a game, the end goal being the priestess's selfishness. Yume had to get away. This rain wasn't doing her any good for some reason. Her skin was burning, she was choking. Was this punishment from the Fire Goddess? Or was this priestess just playing with her?
Her eyes flickered around. She needed a decoy. Casting genjutsu or any jutsu upfront was too obvious. It was crushing. The priestess step forward. What witchery was she going to cast on Yume? What more of a demonic monster would she turn into, just to defeat another, just as equally evil man? She had no time, she must act now. There was a flash of silver and the tinkle of a bell rung, uncharacteristically loud and clear through the pelting sounds of the red rain. The priestess's head turned ever so slightly and that was all the chance Yume needed.
After using sounds to add disorientation, Yume was particularly fond of taking away control of the senses - especially the sense one relies on ninety-five percent of the time in daily life. Sight. She was good at doing things like that. With the priestess under a hypochondriac blindness, Yume could hobble away, having her demon's lullaby as a safeguard.
"You could have performed so much better."
Her heart stopped. Eyes wide in terror, Yume noticed how close the priestess was behind her and how unusually clear her surrounding was. It wasn't raining. The lower half of her body and her forearms were trapped in iron. Was she the one in a genjutsu? How...?
"It's not a lie," the priestess's voice lowered and her arms wrapped around Yume gingerly, as if she was taking care to keep minimal touch. Her hands were definitive and pressed on Yume's chest, where her heart rested. The demoness doubled over, in searing pain and with a frantic heart. Something was wrong, like a virus that just entered her body. The priestess removed her hold, both hands and iron. It seemed as if she knew that the only response Yume could give was to fall onto the ground and for a flicker of a second, remained a talisman on her chest. "It'll happen and when it does, I'll need you. So let's just say... I helped you help me." She smiled even though the fallen one couldn't see it.
"You are my key."
[WC: 590][/spoilername]
[spoilername="Hyperactive + Supercharge + Clumsiness"]Even someone as demonic as Yume could still be as graceless as an elephant practising ballet. Perhaps it was just her original human blood looking for a way to make her... normal. As if the Yume from childhood was ever normal.
The battle arena in Leaf City was not a place she would normally go to. But he insisted. He insisted that she hone her prowess, back to the original competence before her slumber and then, make it even better. More deadly. She wondered if it was worth it; was jounin work in this time was just as harrowing back then? Yume had no time to ponder about it, for the battle started.
With piercing supernatural red eyes, she leapt with great speed, her opponent following suit. It was a guy that was much burlier than average and was vocally displeased with going against a woman, but it seems that was all said long in the past when he found out she was more closely part of the Yamaguchi empire than others. Jinzo, is what they call it? In any case, all complaints were thrown out the window and he was raring to go. For a big man, his speed wasn't so bad. Could have been better. At first, she was somewhat ungraceful. She tripped and stumbled at the luckiest of moments, rendering his charged up attacks to be less effective. He laughed at her and only threatened that her luck would immediately run out.
How rude, Yume thought as she got up from the dirty ground. She was just rusty. Although that excuse didn't fly and she barely had enough time to react to the burst of flame coming towards her way. She flew back and hit the arena wall, gasps, murmurs and sniggers erupting through the spectators. Her head was tilted back against the concrete, her mussed up bangs hiding her eyes... and her body wrapped in swirls of dark translucent mist. It was invigorating. Was it the gift (or curse) of her awakened demon? Her pink lips curled into a smile and she laughed to herself.
"Woman beater."
"Ah?"
She bounced back with vigour, the ground below her rumbled in an earth shattering quake. It was his turn to stumble and fall and the last vision was of her speedy charge and terrifying spells. Her laughter was so giddy, it was childish.
[WC: 391][/spoilername]
[spoilername="Concentrated Focus"]This picture wasn't quite right. Here we have Yume sitting serenely on a makeshift throne of scrap metal and dust. She was reading a short novel, slowly flipping page after page at a mechanical and constant rhythmic level. Directly behind her was the sound of someone struggling. If she were to turn and look over her shoulder, she would see her captive wrapped in hard earth up to the chest. "Try all you might, I'm not letting you out until you are good," Yume said boredly as she flipped to another page. Her focus was absolute, the number of times she had to restrain people for her master made it second nature now, to the obvious point where she could read while her binds strengthened.
[WC: 124][/spoilername]
Crystalline Knuckles: With the utility of brass knuckles, but has the appearance of incomplete armoured gloves made of crystal.
Type: Unarmed
Effect: Handseals while equipped
Accuracy: +2
Damage: -10%
Augments: Ignition, Overpowering, Mirage
Crystalline Dagger: A small dagger made of crystal. Obviously.
Type: Piercing
Effect: Bleeding infliction
Accuracy: +2
Damage: -10%
Augments: Chain Link, Blood Rack, Toxify (Black Lotus)
Crystalline Sword: Generally, its appearance changes depending on Yume's whims, but it is the same weapon nonetheless. Her favourites tend to be katanas and scimitars. Fencing swords in her opinion are pretty, but impractical.
Type: Slashing
Effect: Bleeding infliction
Accuracy: +1
Damage: -5%
Augments: Wide Edge, Vampiric, Primal
CRYSTALISE EVERYTHING.
- Demonic Aura [3]
- Third Eye [3]
- Smite Foe [3]
- Akuton [3]
- Fell Drain [2]
- Daunting Presence II [2]
- Demon Blessing [2]
- Form of the Demon II [2]
Major: Earth (free)
Advanced: Metal
RP:
[spoilername="Metal"]
Cold. It's cold.
Was she... dead? No, wait...
She heard muffled murmurs and chanting outside of her prison. The voice was too familiar... Priestess. Quickly, she realised her defeat and her subsequent punishment. Yume tried desperately to move, or at the very least, open her eyes. Her chest was still searing with a white hot pain and began to spread through to her the rest of her nerves. It truly felt like a virus coursing though her body. She no longer felt like herself. It was like her blood was being purged. So then... Her body failed her and at that, she lost conscious for a long, long time. Her voice was muffled, to the point that Yume believed she was only dreaming.
"You are my key."
For what?
"Rest a little. I'll come get you when I need you."
For what?!
During her slumber, the virus would have slowly retreated back to its original core by her heart. How long it took, Yume cannot say. She was unconscious after all. The artificial, spherical and blessed heart which had overridden the beating of her own heart and settled itself as the new queen. The demonic presence in her blood remained, angry and insulted. Priestess, you were a selfish witch.
It was such an odd and terrifying sensation. It felt like she was moving but she was certain that her body was not. How could it, she was trapped and closely enveloped in the iron coffin that the priestess conjured up for her. Unconscious and free from the burning pain, Yume sat within her thoughts in the dreamland. It changed a lot. From forests of purely iron obelisks to plain vast deserts and abandoned civilisations, Yume always found herself alone in her dreams. How long had she been wandering? She felt so weak right now, like a mere human with the chakra level of a student. Yet, her feet continued to walk aimlessly.
Then something happened. She lifted up her head from the floor after allowing her subconscious to rest in a deserted and broken down temple. A vague silhouette approached her. It made her uneasy. Hostile. Yume couldn't make out who it was, but the mere presence of this stranger spelled grace, poise and both purity and evil. The latter was something familiar in her own body, to which the woman could only feel bewildered alongside her wrath.
Priestess. Yume realised it as soon as she looked up to her captor's shadowed face. Is this what she really wanted. She looked down at the kind, outstretched hand with a distrustful frown visible on her face. She could practically feel the smile radiating from the priestess to her head. She wanted to claw into her heart, just to relinquish the same pain she felt, but like her feet, her hand only reached for the priestess. However, the claws suddenly grew.
Yume's eyes opened too quickly. Her vision didn't blur at least, but she didn't know where she was. It was an unfamiliar ceiling and unfamiliar people. To be honest... she panicked. Once she met her brown eyes with green, a flurry of metal shards stormed the cottage.
[WC: 515][/spoilername]
Training (IGNORE THE ERROR): http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=49&t=2823&p=70006#p70006
(The more important) OCR: http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?p=20207#p20207
Extra Ability Slot: http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=50&t=8587
Yume: S-Rank - Max. 10 abilities
00. Journeyman0. Shinobi 101 (Gen)
1. Deflection
2. Sixth Sense
3. Insight
4. Illusionist
5. Mind Crush
6. Elemental Illusion (Earth)
7. Shattered Reality
8. Hyperactive
9. Supercharge
10. Clumsiness
11. Concentrated Focus
RPs:
[spoilername="Journeyman + Shinobi 101"]She flicked a stray hair behind her ear and bent down to pick up the military uniform set neatly on her bed. How long has it been since she paused in the way of shinobi? Too long, she supposed, as she pulled off her nightclothes to change. She wasn't even going to be a genin or a chuunin here. No, one look from her master declared her a jounin, a rank that she skipped chuunin over for in her real life and then threw away after being unable to handle blood.
Perhaps it has been too long, she mused. Her sharp fingernails combed through her short hair while she looked at herself in the mirror. What a difference. She looked like a different person. Professional. Serious. Though more of a soldier rather than a shinobi. But it was still nothing like the child-teenlike appearance before that... incident, to put it one way.
Sheathing her crystal flute, Yume spun on her heel and left her room with the heavy thuds from her combat boots. To be honest, falling back into the ranks of battle frightened her human side. Her demonic side, though it did not rejoice, shrugged and prepared her for whatever would come.
[WC: 203][/spoilername]
[spoilername="Deflection"]Another day, another... underground mission. She hadn't even opened her eyes to her to her enemy yet. Never mind that it was deep within the factories, with shrapnel and fiery sparks eager for a concussion tonight. She was just here to prevent revolts.
"Now, now. Let us talk.. or something like that," she said with her crystal flute already morphed into a dagger. By this point, she had no patience for dodging whatever amateurish throws the guy had. "We've been so kind and you just keep on asking for more and more..." Something else whizzed by her right cheek, so close that an untrained eye would have thought it grazed her.
Laughable.
There was a loud clang. Her dagger wielding hand was raised to her cheek and there was a howl of pain in front of her. Yume's brown eyes opened to the scuffed up man and she sighed, relaxing her stance. "We could have just talked."
[WC: 155][/spoilername]
[spoilername="Sixth Sense + Insight"]Something was always inhuman. Her older brother found that the unexpectedly hard way. His success rate on pranking or scaring Yume went from 100% to damn near zero within a month after her resignation.
"Don't even think about it," she said promptly, scribbling bars of notes for her composition. Tsuyu's grinning face dropped to a scowl as he phased out of invisibility and dropped the bucketful of water balloons on her head anyway. There was a short gasp and her body tensed. Before her head could even mechanically turn to look at him in disbelief, the elder sibling had already thrown down a smoke bomb in order to flee safely. Heaven knows the reason why she became faster at chasing now.
Her composition was soaked... and she didn't take too kindly writing it all over again. Her brown eyes no longer dulled, but sharp as the rest of the family's, she peered through the vision obscuring smoke. One level further and her eyes turned a demonic red. Now what trick is her dear brother thinking of playing for her now?
She dropped her wet notebook on the floor and stood up from her seat. What, was he just running? Child's play.
[WC: 200][/spoilername]
[spoilername="Illusionist + Mind Crush + Elemental Illusion + Shattered Reality"]"What is a demon without superior strength?" the priestess asked.
The tone sounded mocking. Her beautiful blue eyes looked down on her, mocking. Yume did not give her the satisfaction of letting out a growl; that would mean that the priestess was winning this stupid little spat. Sure... her taijutsu was mediocre at best. Better than before her demon blood manifested at least--she was plain horrible when she was at an adolescent age and only relied on her human senses. It's not like that was the end of it. She had other ways to make up for her weakness.
It was raining. But the drops were not clear. Red... Red hair... Red stained the ground and everything else. It looked like thin blood was raining down, dripping down the temple outer walls, dying Yume's clothes murder. Yet the priestess was pristine, the same shade of white and red remained from her miko attire. Only say attire, for her hair was getting wet and her face looked like she was crying in the red rain. What a sight. Which one looked more demonic?
A fragile hand opened heavenwards as it caught the crimson water. "Dark times, I said," she murmured. "They don't listen."
Everything was just a game, the end goal being the priestess's selfishness. Yume had to get away. This rain wasn't doing her any good for some reason. Her skin was burning, she was choking. Was this punishment from the Fire Goddess? Or was this priestess just playing with her?
Her eyes flickered around. She needed a decoy. Casting genjutsu or any jutsu upfront was too obvious. It was crushing. The priestess step forward. What witchery was she going to cast on Yume? What more of a demonic monster would she turn into, just to defeat another, just as equally evil man? She had no time, she must act now. There was a flash of silver and the tinkle of a bell rung, uncharacteristically loud and clear through the pelting sounds of the red rain. The priestess's head turned ever so slightly and that was all the chance Yume needed.
After using sounds to add disorientation, Yume was particularly fond of taking away control of the senses - especially the sense one relies on ninety-five percent of the time in daily life. Sight. She was good at doing things like that. With the priestess under a hypochondriac blindness, Yume could hobble away, having her demon's lullaby as a safeguard.
"You could have performed so much better."
Her heart stopped. Eyes wide in terror, Yume noticed how close the priestess was behind her and how unusually clear her surrounding was. It wasn't raining. The lower half of her body and her forearms were trapped in iron. Was she the one in a genjutsu? How...?
"It's not a lie," the priestess's voice lowered and her arms wrapped around Yume gingerly, as if she was taking care to keep minimal touch. Her hands were definitive and pressed on Yume's chest, where her heart rested. The demoness doubled over, in searing pain and with a frantic heart. Something was wrong, like a virus that just entered her body. The priestess removed her hold, both hands and iron. It seemed as if she knew that the only response Yume could give was to fall onto the ground and for a flicker of a second, remained a talisman on her chest. "It'll happen and when it does, I'll need you. So let's just say... I helped you help me." She smiled even though the fallen one couldn't see it.
"You are my key."
[WC: 590][/spoilername]
[spoilername="Hyperactive + Supercharge + Clumsiness"]Even someone as demonic as Yume could still be as graceless as an elephant practising ballet. Perhaps it was just her original human blood looking for a way to make her... normal. As if the Yume from childhood was ever normal.
The battle arena in Leaf City was not a place she would normally go to. But he insisted. He insisted that she hone her prowess, back to the original competence before her slumber and then, make it even better. More deadly. She wondered if it was worth it; was jounin work in this time was just as harrowing back then? Yume had no time to ponder about it, for the battle started.
With piercing supernatural red eyes, she leapt with great speed, her opponent following suit. It was a guy that was much burlier than average and was vocally displeased with going against a woman, but it seems that was all said long in the past when he found out she was more closely part of the Yamaguchi empire than others. Jinzo, is what they call it? In any case, all complaints were thrown out the window and he was raring to go. For a big man, his speed wasn't so bad. Could have been better. At first, she was somewhat ungraceful. She tripped and stumbled at the luckiest of moments, rendering his charged up attacks to be less effective. He laughed at her and only threatened that her luck would immediately run out.
How rude, Yume thought as she got up from the dirty ground. She was just rusty. Although that excuse didn't fly and she barely had enough time to react to the burst of flame coming towards her way. She flew back and hit the arena wall, gasps, murmurs and sniggers erupting through the spectators. Her head was tilted back against the concrete, her mussed up bangs hiding her eyes... and her body wrapped in swirls of dark translucent mist. It was invigorating. Was it the gift (or curse) of her awakened demon? Her pink lips curled into a smile and she laughed to herself.
"Woman beater."
"Ah?"
She bounced back with vigour, the ground below her rumbled in an earth shattering quake. It was his turn to stumble and fall and the last vision was of her speedy charge and terrifying spells. Her laughter was so giddy, it was childish.
[WC: 391][/spoilername]
[spoilername="Concentrated Focus"]This picture wasn't quite right. Here we have Yume sitting serenely on a makeshift throne of scrap metal and dust. She was reading a short novel, slowly flipping page after page at a mechanical and constant rhythmic level. Directly behind her was the sound of someone struggling. If she were to turn and look over her shoulder, she would see her captive wrapped in hard earth up to the chest. "Try all you might, I'm not letting you out until you are good," Yume said boredly as she flipped to another page. Her focus was absolute, the number of times she had to restrain people for her master made it second nature now, to the obvious point where she could read while her binds strengthened.
[WC: 124][/spoilername]
Weapons
"That Hashigaki flute is everything to her. Quite literally."Crystalline Knuckles: With the utility of brass knuckles, but has the appearance of incomplete armoured gloves made of crystal.
Type: Unarmed
Effect: Handseals while equipped
Accuracy: +2
Damage: -10%
Augments: Ignition, Overpowering, Mirage
Crystalline Dagger: A small dagger made of crystal. Obviously.
Type: Piercing
Effect: Bleeding infliction
Accuracy: +2
Damage: -10%
Augments: Chain Link, Blood Rack, Toxify (Black Lotus)
Crystalline Sword: Generally, its appearance changes depending on Yume's whims, but it is the same weapon nonetheless. Her favourites tend to be katanas and scimitars. Fencing swords in her opinion are pretty, but impractical.
Type: Slashing
Effect: Bleeding infliction
Accuracy: +1
Damage: -5%
Augments: Wide Edge, Vampiric, Primal
CRYSTALISE EVERYTHING.
Core Ability: Demonic Ancestry
CA Points: 20/20- Demonic Aura [3]
- Third Eye [3]
- Smite Foe [3]
- Akuton [3]
- Fell Drain [2]
- Daunting Presence II [2]
- Demon Blessing [2]
- Form of the Demon II [2]
Elemental Affinities
Minor: Non-Elemental (free)Major: Earth (free)
Advanced: Metal
RP:
[spoilername="Metal"]
Cold. It's cold.
Was she... dead? No, wait...
She heard muffled murmurs and chanting outside of her prison. The voice was too familiar... Priestess. Quickly, she realised her defeat and her subsequent punishment. Yume tried desperately to move, or at the very least, open her eyes. Her chest was still searing with a white hot pain and began to spread through to her the rest of her nerves. It truly felt like a virus coursing though her body. She no longer felt like herself. It was like her blood was being purged. So then... Her body failed her and at that, she lost conscious for a long, long time. Her voice was muffled, to the point that Yume believed she was only dreaming.
"You are my key."
For what?
"Rest a little. I'll come get you when I need you."
For what?!
During her slumber, the virus would have slowly retreated back to its original core by her heart. How long it took, Yume cannot say. She was unconscious after all. The artificial, spherical and blessed heart which had overridden the beating of her own heart and settled itself as the new queen. The demonic presence in her blood remained, angry and insulted. Priestess, you were a selfish witch.
It was such an odd and terrifying sensation. It felt like she was moving but she was certain that her body was not. How could it, she was trapped and closely enveloped in the iron coffin that the priestess conjured up for her. Unconscious and free from the burning pain, Yume sat within her thoughts in the dreamland. It changed a lot. From forests of purely iron obelisks to plain vast deserts and abandoned civilisations, Yume always found herself alone in her dreams. How long had she been wandering? She felt so weak right now, like a mere human with the chakra level of a student. Yet, her feet continued to walk aimlessly.
Then something happened. She lifted up her head from the floor after allowing her subconscious to rest in a deserted and broken down temple. A vague silhouette approached her. It made her uneasy. Hostile. Yume couldn't make out who it was, but the mere presence of this stranger spelled grace, poise and both purity and evil. The latter was something familiar in her own body, to which the woman could only feel bewildered alongside her wrath.
Priestess. Yume realised it as soon as she looked up to her captor's shadowed face. Is this what she really wanted. She looked down at the kind, outstretched hand with a distrustful frown visible on her face. She could practically feel the smile radiating from the priestess to her head. She wanted to claw into her heart, just to relinquish the same pain she felt, but like her feet, her hand only reached for the priestess. However, the claws suddenly grew.
Yume's eyes opened too quickly. Her vision didn't blur at least, but she didn't know where she was. It was an unfamiliar ceiling and unfamiliar people. To be honest... she panicked. Once she met her brown eyes with green, a flurry of metal shards stormed the cottage.
[WC: 515][/spoilername]
