Old Character Name: Ting Pao
Old Village/Missing: Cloud
OCR Type: I went inactive for forever
Last Known Where-abouts: Cloud
Old IC Rank: I don't remember. Jounin I think.
New Character Name: Matsuno Hama
Preferred Username: Matsuno Hama
New Village/Missing: What Village are you going to rebirth into? Please keep in mind the requirements for rebirthing into Missing if that is your choice.
New BL/CA: Demonic Ancestry
Custom Class:
Class Name: Demonic Brainfist
HP: (55+15) x stamina: 42,000
CP: (45+15) x chakra control: 36,000
Class Bonus: Kinjutsu Option
High: Genjutsu DC
Average: Dodge, Genjutsu Save
Low: Ninjutsu Accuracy, Ranged Accuracy
New Village/Missing: Leaf
Main Branch/ANBU/Med-Nin: Main Branch
IC Rank: Jounin
Character Age: 27
Gender: Male
Sex: Male
Character's Physical Description: Lean and Wiry, standing at 5'11 without shoes. He favors clean, crisp suits that vary in style and design, and beneath the clothes both his torsos are decorated with a litany of scars, while there are only two on his face/head. One arches above his left eyebrow as if following parallel to the eyebrow itself, while the other cuts down from behind the right side of his jaw and partway down to his neck. Both are faded with age. His hair is a deep brown, often mistaken for black when not under a direct light source, and his eyes are a pale, cold blue.
Character's Mental Description: By default he is stoic, guarded, and clinically observant, however once he has relaxed he tends to fall into an easier expression of a mildly sardonic amusement, as if whatever he might be registering as funny isn't necessarily nice. He tends to show mild annoyance or irritation when he is perturbed at any level, though there is an utter absence of emotion that takes on when he edges towards level of anger that could be considered wrath, and his eyes are much more telling to his state of mind than his general expression ever would be. When he is teaching, which is what he aims to do by default, he's often abrupt and cold in his instruction.
Multiple Personality Application: N / A
Character History: It was raining when he was born, and it's said that he only started crying when a crack of thunder filled the room as if he were angry at it for showing off. After that day, his relationship with inclement weather changed to something more like a kinship. His eyes were unatturally pale, almost white when they first opened and they failed to get much darker as he aged, resting at a blue that was closer to a faux grey - the unnatural color a marked sign of what he would grow up to become. The uneasiness about him began when he was still in the academy: It started with the family pet, a cat that went from a purring, relaxed beach bum-esque house guardian to a hissing furball of tightly wound muscle looking kept at a state of being ready to pounce. His classmates felt it at times, though it wasn't until he was older that the ability became more pervasive. By then, it was assumed that there was some genetic oopsie in the background of their family tree, a human that wasn't quite entirely so and with the introduction of that figure, whoever it was, the bloodline had become gifted with a taint. A walking oxymoron of beneficial strength at the cost of being off. His time as a Chuunin is when his abilities as a Demonic Ancestried nin flourished, and he fell into the combination style of fighting he still regularly relied on, focusing on the mind in combination with the body rather than the more sorcerous-ey aspects of the elements, though he wasn't one to slag off there. His time as a Chuunin was spent training alongside ANBU, honing his access to their jutsu while also gaining an appreciation for the work and ability of those that were Sentinel's to the village, modeling his personal habits and execution of his goals in a style that mimicked theirs.
His early Jounin years were when he fell in line to what he would eventually become. The rough edges of his personality were sheered off as his youthful tendency toward a spiteful anger when things didn't go his way instead fell to a calculated observation of where things would go rather than where they are, accompanied by the decision to act swiftly and with a precision when action was called on. Despite an assumption of antisocial behavior, he began with guest appearances at the Academy, teaching one or two specific things before eventually branching into more consistent roles as a longer term teacher. His squad fell apart, going separate ways as they came into their own status and positions, and he spent more time attempting to hone students into the tools he believed they should be for the village as a whole to utilize, a teaching method markedly different from those of most other teachers that may have carried with them more of an active empathy in their delivery of lessons.
Clan Request: N / A
Death/Retirement Thread: N / A
Old Profile: I don't have a link, it's from the old site
Old Training: I don't have a link
Old Dojo: I don't have a link
Special Usergroups: N / A
Old Stats:
Stamina: 600
Agility: 600
Taijutsu: 600
Ninjutsu: 600
Genjutsu: 600
Chakra Control: 600
Old OOC Rank: S? I think?
Stat Cut: N / A
New Stats:
Stamina: 600
Agility: 600
Taijutsu: 600
Ninjutsu: 600
Genjutsu: 600
Chakra Control: 600
Name of Kinjutsu you own:
Currently own: Byakugan Implants that no longer exist.
Would like to get: Hachimon
Attempt at Hachimon:
The First Gate:
He was a Genin, and he was bleeding.
"Dodge!" The ANBU called out, and he'd thrown a brick at the boy who attempted the dodge with less grace than he should have managed having become something more official than a student. The brick had clipped his cheek and left a cut along the bone, though not so deep as that. "You think to much, boy. That's your problem. The trick of what I'm teaching you, is to let your body do the work. Flow, the way everything else inside you does, and it will come naturally.
The Second Gate:
He was a Genin, and he was bleeding. On the ground, one hand broken in at least three different places, the small bones not yet properly set. His was bleeding from the nose and mouth, he could taste the coppery tang with every movement of his tongue, building up until he spit it out to the side. Across from him and off to the side stood an ANBU, standard rank and file for the group but old enough and learned enough to be a Captain if he'd gone for it. His brow quirked, and on the wall directly to the ANBU's left and completely opposite the fallen Genin there was a light pink mark, a faintly blooded sign of the impact of his fist that had broken the bones. Bones, the Genin realized, that would need to be set, if they were even able to be. The hand had too many, and not all of them easily taken care of. He stood back up, and his brow twitched as he looked accusingly at the ANBU but didn't speak.
"I warned you that attempting to fight like this would break bones, boy. I didn't tell you it would only break them once you'd learned to touch the gates. You punched a goddamned wall." There was amusement in the ANBU's tone as he spoke to the kid, then cracked his neck twice with a jerk of his head to either side and took up the place the Genin - now sitting up - had been standing before. There was a noticeable shift in the man's posture, his stance, hell even the air around him seemed to adjust to whatever it had been that he'd done, and with more speed than strength he flung his fist in a well aimed punch that cracked against the brick before him, centered on the pink mark Hama's blood had left. The brick itself didn't crack, though it shifted in it's place, and the ANBU for his part still shook his hand afterwards, the basic punch he'd thrown without any particular Taijutsu style behind it leaving a mark where otherwise it would break bones instead. When he'd finally gotten to his feet the ANBU took his hand and studied it, then grunted. "When you learn to open this gath in the path, things like this will be harder to do, even when what you're punching is a brick wall."
The Third Gate:
He was a Genin, and he was bleeding. This time, the blade that caused the cut was intentional. This close to Chuunin his ANBU teacher, a Sentinel who's time was spent responding to the issues at the gates, took some of the layers of safety off the training. The kunai held loosely in his right hand lashed out into another arcing strike, a flare of chakra felt by Hama more than seen as he narrowly avoided it. A memory of the first Gate, his body responding automatically yet the lack of his presence of mind as he sank too deep into it meant he didn't catch the recovery nor the return. Another cut burned across his jaw, thin enough not to scar, deep enough to bleed. He threw a punch, the landing rough but the damage ignored even as the muscles tensed, the sprain clear and felt but ignored for the time being as he continued through with his blow, pushing the ANBU an inch or two away. The cut on his cheek healed only slightly faster than normal, an attempt at the third Gate unsuccessful in more than a brief window. There were no words for this lesson or those that came after it in the same vein. Bleed, heal, bleed again.
The Fourth Gate:
The exam completed with the help of his mentor's training, the secret that he'd learn of the gates unused. Merit rather than advantage, training and the skills it honed bringing him the new rank, the new responsibilities. The new team. The new lessons were wholly different. Calmer, more insightful, a guide to the balancing of his diet. Acupuncture for the ley lines of the body, fasting for the cleansing of the spirit. Or at least, for the purpose of getting used to the pang of hunger on a mission that might take him to the waste that was the desert of Wind Country, where food might be scarce and water scarcer still. He was no Bear Grills, so he would prepare water first and foremost among the rest should that ever happen. He was a Chuunin, and he did not bleed.
The Fifth Gate:
He was a Chuunin, and he was bleeding. Gate to Gate, it came easier. Gate for Gate, his mentor matched him. He hit easier, harder, the increase in strength driving him forward as he went toe to toe with the ANBU Sentinel. Not as fast, by far, not as strong. But the training was even, blow for blow matched though the one was more effective than the other, and despite the strength of the gates he'd gained thus far there was only one result coming as his teacher scaled with him rather than set a bar for him to reach. He fell to his knees for the third time that day, gasping for air with a punch to the stomach having driven him there. It didn't take long for him to get back up, though it wasn't without aches and pains that the few moments of inactivity mistaken by his body for 'rest' had made evident.
The Sixth Gate:
He was a Chuunin, and he was bleeding. He felt better than he had in weeks with the training, the newest gate a clarity that seem to tie together well with his earliest lessongs. Move faster, move better, think less. Plan less. React more, guide the body but don't supercede it. His hits were truer, every contact placed with a little more accuracy than his level of skill would have otherwise done, and his level of skill was not insignificant. Despite the time, there was no lessening of skill in his mentor and his training, as always, made him pay for it. Yet even he could tell that what was held back was not as much as it used to be, the rift between them not as deep. What would take years to polish for him to truly get there was the bulk of what made them different, though it was clear that there was more that the last Gate that he was aware of held back from him. That fact was redoubled when suddenly, his mentor moved faster than he had before. Not by much, but by enough that the fight soon ended, the Seventh Gate an edge he hadn't yet crested but had now cut his teeth on. Once again, as he had when a Genin, he found himself spitting blood on the floor with a broken hand. And yet.
The Seventh Gate:
The end of the line that he knew of. That he was told of. He was a Chuunin, and once again he found himself on the cusp of an exam to the next rank. And yet once again he found himself training in ways that he would not use in the exam, but still practiced regularly alongside his standard fare. It was not yet time, he had been told, to bleed this into the rest of his style. The best weapon in an emergency is the one your opponent didn't know you had, and as he peeled back the secret layer of the Seventh Gate, he understood fully where that speed had come from. Quicker, faster, it was beyond accuracy; an edge of efficiency added to his movements that simply let him do more in a set span of time than he could without the gate, the simpler it was the more he was able to do. And yet, the motion and energy used in this push for extra was not wasted, was not reckless. With the Gate opened, it simply was, and it was good.
The Eighth Gate:
The Forest of Death. It was a mission this time, unofficial but guided anyway. An exam had gone missing, and Hama had been who his mentor called on to aid in the search.
"That creepy shit you got about you will keep the animals away, make it easier for us to listen for those kids. Especially if they're just hiding, trying to pull one over on everyone else and taking it too far." The joke at his expense was expected, but by now Hama didn't react. A result of being detached by default, or possibly just having grown inured to the fact that even now his mentor would think of him as the Genin he'd first made bleed and treat accordingly. Some mental images betrayed the truth of the eye before it; a fact that Hama intentionally took advantage of in combat. What silenced the one sided banter an hour after entering the grounds was the sight of a headband and the blood pooled beside it. Reading the scene, there had been a fight between more than the count of students they were sent after, and suddenly their temperaments matched each other as they went on a hunt rather than a simple search. A hunt that ended with a target, the Genin found bound and bleeding and somehow pinned beneath the boughs of a tree as if the very wood had been manipulated to act as a more secure rope. The scratched headbands of the three they found standing, strangers to the two of them and carrying symbols neither Hama or his mentor cared to identify, eliminated the need for discussion.
Two on one, his mentor fought while Hama went toe to toe with only the one. A stubborn bastard, Hama found half his tactics having only a minimal impact, and so he swung the dial of his style more solidly in the other direction. He felt himself sink into what was now a comfortable discomfort of the Gates, the limits of his body adjusted at the cost of pain that would bite him in the ass later as it always did. With the unity of all seven strumming through him, his style itself changing entirely to an almost drunken sway despite the lack of alcohol, he caught his chosen opponent off guard. It wasn't short work, but it was one sided.
It should have been short.
Turning to aid his mentor, he found himself instead assailed. At the time it was all he could take to keep the two of them from getting an advantage individually, and absently the back of his mind registered that he fought alone. His eyes didn't leave the two for some time, but it was unavoidable that they would when the two backed off a moment to recuperate, an opening between them revealing what he had been missing. Slumped before the Chuunin hopefuls, his mentor lay in a posture that showed those kids had been the priority from start to his finish. It took less than a normal heartbeat - a benefit of the Seventh Gate - for him to realize what it meant, that oddly peaceful yet unnatural limpness to the man that had grown him from a snot nosed shit to a bloodied-nosed one. And it was in that heartbeat that the rubik's cube of his training under the man clicked with his own personal way of fighting, his own natural gifts of genetics marred by something inhuman. Every Gate was taken and found wanting, a physical pop felt throughout his entire being opening the last that he had been kept clueless of even as the fabric of his chakra embraced everything about him that had been so jokingly referred to an hour earlier as 'creepy shit'. The power of the Gates was dragged to new heights through him as the Eighth opened, and when he turned to the two traitors that had given him this gift there was little left human in his eyes, and an absolute lack of mercy in his actions.
The Genin were still alive, unbound and guarded when they were found. The dead body of the ANBU remained where it had fallen, and Hama sat propped against the tree that had bound them, it's boughs punched away to free the kids and give him a place to rest with limbs now useless from the toll it had taken on him. The traitors, who hadn't even been domestic-born, were as far from life as you could get once you'd reached the state of dead, a hint of rage that paused the ANBU which found the scene. It was under his own power, however, with legs just barely recovered enough for the task, that Hama walked out of the forest with the group.
He was a Jounin, and he was bleeding. But never again would it be a lesson taught by his mentor.
Jutsu:
Assuming that they all still exist, I'll just be keeping what I have listed from my old profile:
A Rank
NE: Perfected Rasengan M
Night M
AutoTune M
Torment of the Physical Plain M
B Rank
NE: Leech Seal M
NE: Energy Transfer M
NE:Chakra Blast M
NE: Rasengan M
Oblivious Rapture M
Slowed Perception M
C Rank
Piercing Cry M
D Rank
NE: Crystal Eye M
NE: Cancel M
Amnesia M
Rorschach Eye M
False Success M
Gong M
E Rank
NE: Body Switch M
NE: Transformation M
Wasteful M
Note: I think I need to be refunded for these since I was last active before the shop worked the way it does now, so I'll need to re-buy them.
Abilities:
Free: Shinobi 101(Making Unarmed Tai to use Genjutsu DC)
Branch Ability: Journeyman: ANBU Sentinel
Mindcrush
Willpower
Main Branch - Used as Chakra Style Up to +4 acc/DC for up to -30% damage
Duelist +2 Acc/DC and +10% damage to chosen target
Combat Instinct +2 Acc/DC vs enemies -50% HP
Weapon Master: Unarmed
Elemental Illusion
Initiative
Combo Master
If I can, I'll post the RPs for these abilities in the Dojo after character creation.
Old Village/Missing: Cloud
OCR Type: I went inactive for forever
Last Known Where-abouts: Cloud
Old IC Rank: I don't remember. Jounin I think.
New Character Name: Matsuno Hama
Preferred Username: Matsuno Hama
New Village/Missing: What Village are you going to rebirth into? Please keep in mind the requirements for rebirthing into Missing if that is your choice.
New BL/CA: Demonic Ancestry
Custom Class:
Class Name: Demonic Brainfist
HP: (55+15) x stamina: 42,000
CP: (45+15) x chakra control: 36,000
Class Bonus: Kinjutsu Option
High: Genjutsu DC
Average: Dodge, Genjutsu Save
Low: Ninjutsu Accuracy, Ranged Accuracy
New Village/Missing: Leaf
Main Branch/ANBU/Med-Nin: Main Branch
IC Rank: Jounin
Character Age: 27
Gender: Male
Sex: Male
Character's Physical Description: Lean and Wiry, standing at 5'11 without shoes. He favors clean, crisp suits that vary in style and design, and beneath the clothes both his torsos are decorated with a litany of scars, while there are only two on his face/head. One arches above his left eyebrow as if following parallel to the eyebrow itself, while the other cuts down from behind the right side of his jaw and partway down to his neck. Both are faded with age. His hair is a deep brown, often mistaken for black when not under a direct light source, and his eyes are a pale, cold blue.
Character's Mental Description: By default he is stoic, guarded, and clinically observant, however once he has relaxed he tends to fall into an easier expression of a mildly sardonic amusement, as if whatever he might be registering as funny isn't necessarily nice. He tends to show mild annoyance or irritation when he is perturbed at any level, though there is an utter absence of emotion that takes on when he edges towards level of anger that could be considered wrath, and his eyes are much more telling to his state of mind than his general expression ever would be. When he is teaching, which is what he aims to do by default, he's often abrupt and cold in his instruction.
Multiple Personality Application: N / A
Character History: It was raining when he was born, and it's said that he only started crying when a crack of thunder filled the room as if he were angry at it for showing off. After that day, his relationship with inclement weather changed to something more like a kinship. His eyes were unatturally pale, almost white when they first opened and they failed to get much darker as he aged, resting at a blue that was closer to a faux grey - the unnatural color a marked sign of what he would grow up to become. The uneasiness about him began when he was still in the academy: It started with the family pet, a cat that went from a purring, relaxed beach bum-esque house guardian to a hissing furball of tightly wound muscle looking kept at a state of being ready to pounce. His classmates felt it at times, though it wasn't until he was older that the ability became more pervasive. By then, it was assumed that there was some genetic oopsie in the background of their family tree, a human that wasn't quite entirely so and with the introduction of that figure, whoever it was, the bloodline had become gifted with a taint. A walking oxymoron of beneficial strength at the cost of being off. His time as a Chuunin is when his abilities as a Demonic Ancestried nin flourished, and he fell into the combination style of fighting he still regularly relied on, focusing on the mind in combination with the body rather than the more sorcerous-ey aspects of the elements, though he wasn't one to slag off there. His time as a Chuunin was spent training alongside ANBU, honing his access to their jutsu while also gaining an appreciation for the work and ability of those that were Sentinel's to the village, modeling his personal habits and execution of his goals in a style that mimicked theirs.
His early Jounin years were when he fell in line to what he would eventually become. The rough edges of his personality were sheered off as his youthful tendency toward a spiteful anger when things didn't go his way instead fell to a calculated observation of where things would go rather than where they are, accompanied by the decision to act swiftly and with a precision when action was called on. Despite an assumption of antisocial behavior, he began with guest appearances at the Academy, teaching one or two specific things before eventually branching into more consistent roles as a longer term teacher. His squad fell apart, going separate ways as they came into their own status and positions, and he spent more time attempting to hone students into the tools he believed they should be for the village as a whole to utilize, a teaching method markedly different from those of most other teachers that may have carried with them more of an active empathy in their delivery of lessons.
Clan Request: N / A
Death/Retirement Thread: N / A
Old Profile: I don't have a link, it's from the old site
Old Training: I don't have a link
Old Dojo: I don't have a link
Special Usergroups: N / A
Old Stats:
Stamina: 600
Agility: 600
Taijutsu: 600
Ninjutsu: 600
Genjutsu: 600
Chakra Control: 600
Old OOC Rank: S? I think?
Stat Cut: N / A
New Stats:
Stamina: 600
Agility: 600
Taijutsu: 600
Ninjutsu: 600
Genjutsu: 600
Chakra Control: 600
Name of Kinjutsu you own:
Currently own: Byakugan Implants that no longer exist.
Would like to get: Hachimon
Attempt at Hachimon:
The First Gate:
He was a Genin, and he was bleeding.
"Dodge!" The ANBU called out, and he'd thrown a brick at the boy who attempted the dodge with less grace than he should have managed having become something more official than a student. The brick had clipped his cheek and left a cut along the bone, though not so deep as that. "You think to much, boy. That's your problem. The trick of what I'm teaching you, is to let your body do the work. Flow, the way everything else inside you does, and it will come naturally.
The Second Gate:
He was a Genin, and he was bleeding. On the ground, one hand broken in at least three different places, the small bones not yet properly set. His was bleeding from the nose and mouth, he could taste the coppery tang with every movement of his tongue, building up until he spit it out to the side. Across from him and off to the side stood an ANBU, standard rank and file for the group but old enough and learned enough to be a Captain if he'd gone for it. His brow quirked, and on the wall directly to the ANBU's left and completely opposite the fallen Genin there was a light pink mark, a faintly blooded sign of the impact of his fist that had broken the bones. Bones, the Genin realized, that would need to be set, if they were even able to be. The hand had too many, and not all of them easily taken care of. He stood back up, and his brow twitched as he looked accusingly at the ANBU but didn't speak.
"I warned you that attempting to fight like this would break bones, boy. I didn't tell you it would only break them once you'd learned to touch the gates. You punched a goddamned wall." There was amusement in the ANBU's tone as he spoke to the kid, then cracked his neck twice with a jerk of his head to either side and took up the place the Genin - now sitting up - had been standing before. There was a noticeable shift in the man's posture, his stance, hell even the air around him seemed to adjust to whatever it had been that he'd done, and with more speed than strength he flung his fist in a well aimed punch that cracked against the brick before him, centered on the pink mark Hama's blood had left. The brick itself didn't crack, though it shifted in it's place, and the ANBU for his part still shook his hand afterwards, the basic punch he'd thrown without any particular Taijutsu style behind it leaving a mark where otherwise it would break bones instead. When he'd finally gotten to his feet the ANBU took his hand and studied it, then grunted. "When you learn to open this gath in the path, things like this will be harder to do, even when what you're punching is a brick wall."
The Third Gate:
He was a Genin, and he was bleeding. This time, the blade that caused the cut was intentional. This close to Chuunin his ANBU teacher, a Sentinel who's time was spent responding to the issues at the gates, took some of the layers of safety off the training. The kunai held loosely in his right hand lashed out into another arcing strike, a flare of chakra felt by Hama more than seen as he narrowly avoided it. A memory of the first Gate, his body responding automatically yet the lack of his presence of mind as he sank too deep into it meant he didn't catch the recovery nor the return. Another cut burned across his jaw, thin enough not to scar, deep enough to bleed. He threw a punch, the landing rough but the damage ignored even as the muscles tensed, the sprain clear and felt but ignored for the time being as he continued through with his blow, pushing the ANBU an inch or two away. The cut on his cheek healed only slightly faster than normal, an attempt at the third Gate unsuccessful in more than a brief window. There were no words for this lesson or those that came after it in the same vein. Bleed, heal, bleed again.
The Fourth Gate:
The exam completed with the help of his mentor's training, the secret that he'd learn of the gates unused. Merit rather than advantage, training and the skills it honed bringing him the new rank, the new responsibilities. The new team. The new lessons were wholly different. Calmer, more insightful, a guide to the balancing of his diet. Acupuncture for the ley lines of the body, fasting for the cleansing of the spirit. Or at least, for the purpose of getting used to the pang of hunger on a mission that might take him to the waste that was the desert of Wind Country, where food might be scarce and water scarcer still. He was no Bear Grills, so he would prepare water first and foremost among the rest should that ever happen. He was a Chuunin, and he did not bleed.
The Fifth Gate:
He was a Chuunin, and he was bleeding. Gate to Gate, it came easier. Gate for Gate, his mentor matched him. He hit easier, harder, the increase in strength driving him forward as he went toe to toe with the ANBU Sentinel. Not as fast, by far, not as strong. But the training was even, blow for blow matched though the one was more effective than the other, and despite the strength of the gates he'd gained thus far there was only one result coming as his teacher scaled with him rather than set a bar for him to reach. He fell to his knees for the third time that day, gasping for air with a punch to the stomach having driven him there. It didn't take long for him to get back up, though it wasn't without aches and pains that the few moments of inactivity mistaken by his body for 'rest' had made evident.
The Sixth Gate:
He was a Chuunin, and he was bleeding. He felt better than he had in weeks with the training, the newest gate a clarity that seem to tie together well with his earliest lessongs. Move faster, move better, think less. Plan less. React more, guide the body but don't supercede it. His hits were truer, every contact placed with a little more accuracy than his level of skill would have otherwise done, and his level of skill was not insignificant. Despite the time, there was no lessening of skill in his mentor and his training, as always, made him pay for it. Yet even he could tell that what was held back was not as much as it used to be, the rift between them not as deep. What would take years to polish for him to truly get there was the bulk of what made them different, though it was clear that there was more that the last Gate that he was aware of held back from him. That fact was redoubled when suddenly, his mentor moved faster than he had before. Not by much, but by enough that the fight soon ended, the Seventh Gate an edge he hadn't yet crested but had now cut his teeth on. Once again, as he had when a Genin, he found himself spitting blood on the floor with a broken hand. And yet.
The Seventh Gate:
The end of the line that he knew of. That he was told of. He was a Chuunin, and once again he found himself on the cusp of an exam to the next rank. And yet once again he found himself training in ways that he would not use in the exam, but still practiced regularly alongside his standard fare. It was not yet time, he had been told, to bleed this into the rest of his style. The best weapon in an emergency is the one your opponent didn't know you had, and as he peeled back the secret layer of the Seventh Gate, he understood fully where that speed had come from. Quicker, faster, it was beyond accuracy; an edge of efficiency added to his movements that simply let him do more in a set span of time than he could without the gate, the simpler it was the more he was able to do. And yet, the motion and energy used in this push for extra was not wasted, was not reckless. With the Gate opened, it simply was, and it was good.
The Eighth Gate:
The Forest of Death. It was a mission this time, unofficial but guided anyway. An exam had gone missing, and Hama had been who his mentor called on to aid in the search.
"That creepy shit you got about you will keep the animals away, make it easier for us to listen for those kids. Especially if they're just hiding, trying to pull one over on everyone else and taking it too far." The joke at his expense was expected, but by now Hama didn't react. A result of being detached by default, or possibly just having grown inured to the fact that even now his mentor would think of him as the Genin he'd first made bleed and treat accordingly. Some mental images betrayed the truth of the eye before it; a fact that Hama intentionally took advantage of in combat. What silenced the one sided banter an hour after entering the grounds was the sight of a headband and the blood pooled beside it. Reading the scene, there had been a fight between more than the count of students they were sent after, and suddenly their temperaments matched each other as they went on a hunt rather than a simple search. A hunt that ended with a target, the Genin found bound and bleeding and somehow pinned beneath the boughs of a tree as if the very wood had been manipulated to act as a more secure rope. The scratched headbands of the three they found standing, strangers to the two of them and carrying symbols neither Hama or his mentor cared to identify, eliminated the need for discussion.
Two on one, his mentor fought while Hama went toe to toe with only the one. A stubborn bastard, Hama found half his tactics having only a minimal impact, and so he swung the dial of his style more solidly in the other direction. He felt himself sink into what was now a comfortable discomfort of the Gates, the limits of his body adjusted at the cost of pain that would bite him in the ass later as it always did. With the unity of all seven strumming through him, his style itself changing entirely to an almost drunken sway despite the lack of alcohol, he caught his chosen opponent off guard. It wasn't short work, but it was one sided.
It should have been short.
Turning to aid his mentor, he found himself instead assailed. At the time it was all he could take to keep the two of them from getting an advantage individually, and absently the back of his mind registered that he fought alone. His eyes didn't leave the two for some time, but it was unavoidable that they would when the two backed off a moment to recuperate, an opening between them revealing what he had been missing. Slumped before the Chuunin hopefuls, his mentor lay in a posture that showed those kids had been the priority from start to his finish. It took less than a normal heartbeat - a benefit of the Seventh Gate - for him to realize what it meant, that oddly peaceful yet unnatural limpness to the man that had grown him from a snot nosed shit to a bloodied-nosed one. And it was in that heartbeat that the rubik's cube of his training under the man clicked with his own personal way of fighting, his own natural gifts of genetics marred by something inhuman. Every Gate was taken and found wanting, a physical pop felt throughout his entire being opening the last that he had been kept clueless of even as the fabric of his chakra embraced everything about him that had been so jokingly referred to an hour earlier as 'creepy shit'. The power of the Gates was dragged to new heights through him as the Eighth opened, and when he turned to the two traitors that had given him this gift there was little left human in his eyes, and an absolute lack of mercy in his actions.
The Genin were still alive, unbound and guarded when they were found. The dead body of the ANBU remained where it had fallen, and Hama sat propped against the tree that had bound them, it's boughs punched away to free the kids and give him a place to rest with limbs now useless from the toll it had taken on him. The traitors, who hadn't even been domestic-born, were as far from life as you could get once you'd reached the state of dead, a hint of rage that paused the ANBU which found the scene. It was under his own power, however, with legs just barely recovered enough for the task, that Hama walked out of the forest with the group.
He was a Jounin, and he was bleeding. But never again would it be a lesson taught by his mentor.
Jutsu:
Assuming that they all still exist, I'll just be keeping what I have listed from my old profile:
A Rank
NE: Perfected Rasengan M
Night M
AutoTune M
Torment of the Physical Plain M
B Rank
NE: Leech Seal M
NE: Energy Transfer M
NE:Chakra Blast M
NE: Rasengan M
Oblivious Rapture M
Slowed Perception M
C Rank
Piercing Cry M
D Rank
NE: Crystal Eye M
NE: Cancel M
Amnesia M
Rorschach Eye M
False Success M
Gong M
E Rank
NE: Body Switch M
NE: Transformation M
Wasteful M
Note: I think I need to be refunded for these since I was last active before the shop worked the way it does now, so I'll need to re-buy them.
Abilities:
Free: Shinobi 101(Making Unarmed Tai to use Genjutsu DC)
Branch Ability: Journeyman: ANBU Sentinel
Mindcrush
Willpower
Main Branch - Used as Chakra Style Up to +4 acc/DC for up to -30% damage
Duelist +2 Acc/DC and +10% damage to chosen target
Combat Instinct +2 Acc/DC vs enemies -50% HP
Weapon Master: Unarmed
Elemental Illusion
Initiative
Combo Master
If I can, I'll post the RPs for these abilities in the Dojo after character creation.
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