I am capped at 3600/3600 PL.
Elemental Affinities
Free Major - Fire
Free Minor - Water
Weapon
Birdfucker -- Bludgeoning, Melee (Unarmed). -1 Acc, +5% Dmg.
Abilities
0. Shadow Tactics - Branch ability, no RP required.
1. Sixth Sense 139 WC
Rin awoke sweating. She had dreamed once more of the wailing wall of spirits she had consulted so many times in her youth. Their cries of "Cake!" and "No U!" still rang in her ears. An oppressive presence pinned her to the futon, so heavy that she could not move. She stared unblinking into the black abysm of her bedroom and, surprisingly, the void blinked back. Two faintly reflective spots winked at her. The heavy weight sprawled on her torso became four sharp points of pain, followed by circling, needling her flesh, and then settling back down. She sat up, foisting the cat over onto Masao.
"Goddammit," she hissed, then heaved herself off of the futon to have a piss. The cat followed behind, bristling briefly at a malevolent presence in the hall which Rin had decided to ignore, and then tried to trip her at the threshold to the water closet.
2. Teamwork 149 WC
What would set the ANBU apart, she decided, was its tactics. The ANBU were already supposed to be elite combatants who could track a winter hair across miles of ice. She had all but eliminated their official role in deep cover operations. They were no longer the most visible presences at the Gates, heaving the balance of that of busy-work onto the backs of the Main Branch. Their secret learning was mostly a matter of utility, rather than of forbidden techniques. No. What the ANBU needed to be best at, above all other things, was cooperation--pooling the disparate talents of a team into one irresistible force. The talent for destruction her subordinates had displayed on the beaches of Port Cirrus was what she needed them to be able to summon any time, on zero notice, with anyone; that was the true measure of strength of the ANBU...
3. Insight 2 332 WC
The real point of an official uniform was not, she knew, to make forces look snazzy or frightening. The point was to imbue the wearer with the authority implied by the symbolic color choice. Black and white were the colors of death, and elements in the seal of the Raikage's office. Thus, the uniforms of the ANBU were monochrome--black, white, grey. The foolish among her subordinates thought to elaborate on the theme with additions of red or skulls or other such idiocy. They missed the point with their foppish gestures at intimidation. Fortunately, none of them were employed in the fashion industry, or there would be an explosion of morons wearing dog collars and castrated bondage gear.
The use of color as a device symbolic of authority was a natural consequence of ancient sartorial laws placed in response to economic realities of scarcity. Legislating who had a right to purchase materials of certain types and colors reduced demand, thus helping to control prices. In this fashion, kings and lords could more easily afford all the lace, silk, and indigo dye they desired, while the masses were confined to humble homespun in earthy hues. Vivid and strong hues became associated with wealth and power--and temporal power was associated with the divine. Thus, one's devices were determined by the colors one was permitted to wear, and could access... Thus the yellow gold in one han, and the indigo of the capital and Port Cirrus, and the crimson over yonder, and so on, and so forth. Over time, the production of colors was able to expand, and the sartorial laws were loosened in response to the lobbying of merchants, yet the associations between color and power and privilege never faded from the minds of the public.
Rin shrugged on her black fur coat with its two inches of fur around the hood. Sometimes it paid to have knowledge of the traditional ways, for one could make a statement without ever needing to say a word.
Elemental Affinities
Free Major - Fire
Free Minor - Water
Weapon
Birdfucker -- Bludgeoning, Melee (Unarmed). -1 Acc, +5% Dmg.
Abilities
0. Shadow Tactics - Branch ability, no RP required.
1. Sixth Sense 139 WC
Rin awoke sweating. She had dreamed once more of the wailing wall of spirits she had consulted so many times in her youth. Their cries of "Cake!" and "No U!" still rang in her ears. An oppressive presence pinned her to the futon, so heavy that she could not move. She stared unblinking into the black abysm of her bedroom and, surprisingly, the void blinked back. Two faintly reflective spots winked at her. The heavy weight sprawled on her torso became four sharp points of pain, followed by circling, needling her flesh, and then settling back down. She sat up, foisting the cat over onto Masao.
"Goddammit," she hissed, then heaved herself off of the futon to have a piss. The cat followed behind, bristling briefly at a malevolent presence in the hall which Rin had decided to ignore, and then tried to trip her at the threshold to the water closet.
2. Teamwork 149 WC
What would set the ANBU apart, she decided, was its tactics. The ANBU were already supposed to be elite combatants who could track a winter hair across miles of ice. She had all but eliminated their official role in deep cover operations. They were no longer the most visible presences at the Gates, heaving the balance of that of busy-work onto the backs of the Main Branch. Their secret learning was mostly a matter of utility, rather than of forbidden techniques. No. What the ANBU needed to be best at, above all other things, was cooperation--pooling the disparate talents of a team into one irresistible force. The talent for destruction her subordinates had displayed on the beaches of Port Cirrus was what she needed them to be able to summon any time, on zero notice, with anyone; that was the true measure of strength of the ANBU...
3. Insight 2 332 WC
The real point of an official uniform was not, she knew, to make forces look snazzy or frightening. The point was to imbue the wearer with the authority implied by the symbolic color choice. Black and white were the colors of death, and elements in the seal of the Raikage's office. Thus, the uniforms of the ANBU were monochrome--black, white, grey. The foolish among her subordinates thought to elaborate on the theme with additions of red or skulls or other such idiocy. They missed the point with their foppish gestures at intimidation. Fortunately, none of them were employed in the fashion industry, or there would be an explosion of morons wearing dog collars and castrated bondage gear.
The use of color as a device symbolic of authority was a natural consequence of ancient sartorial laws placed in response to economic realities of scarcity. Legislating who had a right to purchase materials of certain types and colors reduced demand, thus helping to control prices. In this fashion, kings and lords could more easily afford all the lace, silk, and indigo dye they desired, while the masses were confined to humble homespun in earthy hues. Vivid and strong hues became associated with wealth and power--and temporal power was associated with the divine. Thus, one's devices were determined by the colors one was permitted to wear, and could access... Thus the yellow gold in one han, and the indigo of the capital and Port Cirrus, and the crimson over yonder, and so on, and so forth. Over time, the production of colors was able to expand, and the sartorial laws were loosened in response to the lobbying of merchants, yet the associations between color and power and privilege never faded from the minds of the public.
Rin shrugged on her black fur coat with its two inches of fur around the hood. Sometimes it paid to have knowledge of the traditional ways, for one could make a statement without ever needing to say a word.
