Old Character Name: Shimazu Hiroe
Old Village/Missing: Sand
OCR Type: Inactivity
Last Known Where-abouts: Toraono Dojo
Old IC Rank: ANBU
New Character Name: Kobayashi Hiroshi
Preferred Username: Kobayashi Hiroshi
New Village/Missing: Cloud
New BL/CA: Battlesmith
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IC Rank: Jounin
Character Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sex: Male
Character's Physical Description: General appearance.
Character's Mental Description:
+ Fearless</B>: It could be stated that most in the current age Kobayashi clan that publicly state or show who they are have an aura of fearlessness surrounding them. And Hiroshi is no exception as he, seemingly proudly, wears his family crest wherever he goes. Much of the clan has had disdain showered toward them for the past ten generations, due to a traitor within their midst that worked haphazardly to shake Konoha to its foundation.
+ Meticulous: As one who is scrutinized for each item he touches by default within the village, Hiroshi has learned to exceed the planning expected of one within his rank.
+ Observant: Hiroshi spends the majority of his time while around others gauging their reactions and determining various characteristics from them. It's allowed him to perceive and stay ahead of others that may waiver at the last moment.
+ Reliable<B>: Building on his meticulous nature; Hiroshi has become someone that can be relied upon to achieve whatever he's been tasked with in one way or another.
- Critical: Hiroshi is not one to waiver upon his opinion of what is in front of him, despite sometimes remaining silent. He views what he believes to be right and wrong as the sure way in life; going so far as to walk into a lion's den, as it were, to place the point across to the people should the need arise.
- Skeptical: There is no such thing as a happy ending. There is no one coming to save you at the last minute. You will not make it over the hill. To believe in things that are hopeless is to believe that you are waiting for miracles. If it's too good to be true, it likely is.
- Callous: Perhaps to do with his upbringing or the disastrous relationships he attempted to build to the point in his life he finds himself at. Hiroshi has in essence become one that seldom shows warmth toward others. He can be quick to belittle and remove the protective confines of those around him, often times caring little of the circumstances that may befall them.
- Guarded: When it comes to the inner workings and thoughts of his clan; Hiroshi was always taught that outsiders where dangerous and would use any information they could obtain to destroy them. It was a philosophy that was easily adapted into other aspects of his life as well, finding that even members of his clan could utilize their knowledge to harm others, from rivals to friends alike. It made him desire to keep all secrets he's gathered or formed close to his heart.
Multiple Personality Application: N/A
Character History:
The creak of a door, the flickering flames of the torches, and the echo his own footsteps descending the long, winding, wooden staircase. It had become a familiar nightly ritual for Hiroshi, the would-be heir to the Kobayashi Main Branch line. How long had it been since it had begun? Had one happened upon the scene they would begin to wonder, given his empty expression, toward the darkness surrounding him, despite only being able to look upon it with the aid of the seldom torches afforded one in the darkness. It was as though all that was surrounding him had become his a natural habitat. It was unfitting for him, as he was the first born of his generation. It meant that each accomplishment he achieved was to place him into the spotlight, rather than this abysmal darkness, but it was that same spotlight that seared him more times than he could remember. It would likely be the same for this experience as well.
Reaching the base of the steps, he stopped, his right hand coming to rest on his hip, as his eyes closed. Torches on the wall seemingly lit on their own one by one, reaching his destination in the distance while at the same time illuminating his dark form. He stood at the base of the visibly decrepit, wooden steps, with his eyes closed. A jacket rested on his shoulders, only parting at his waist due to the hand resting upon his hip, showing his dominant arm covered in a glove reaching slightly below his elbow. His eyes opened slowly, the coal-colored orbs clearly showed his disinterest for the upcoming meeting he was to attend. Shifting his head to look at frame marking his final destination, his messy black hair moved slightly. It was another meeting with the elders of the family; one he had grown accustomed to since a young age, due to him being the first born of the newest generation. His head turned back slightly, as he his eyes looked back at the darkened path he had traveled. A slight sigh escaped from his lips, as he pressed forward, stopping only when he bowed in the center of the final chamber.
"We simply have stop meeting like this, baachan," he stated, opening his eyes with his head still bowed. The red flickering of the fire contained upon the torches surrounding the circled location he found himself standing in began reflecting upon his blackened orbs. Before him was the only other person within the confines of their meeting area that didn't hide behind a makeshift mask. She was the matriarch of the Kobayashi line, simply referred to a baachan by all. "What is the reason the council has summoned me this time, I wonder," he stated aloud, nary a question within the words he spoke. Slowly, he began shifting his gaze back and forth from that position to see the shifting robes and masked faces of his fellow Main Branch members. It had become a common occurrence for each accolade he achieved, with the most recent being no exception - he had just been anointed as a Jounin; the first in his family line within the past ten generations.
"You are to be commended, Hiroshi," stated one of the figures surrounding the young man. Hiroshi had to admit - despite there being a limited number of his clansmen, the figures surrounding him blurred in his mind; even their voices. Rather, it had become tedious to attempt to weed them out. A task that he no longer cared for. "You have achieved something none in our line has been able to do for ten generations," came a further comment emanating from a different location within the circle. They were glad handing. It didn't matter what form of accomplishments he achieved, they simply wanted one thing out of it - the recognition that came from the appointment of office. These were supposedly the most powerful members within the family; the movers of their own world, who controlled all aspects of acknowledgement one baring the name Kobayashi would receive. However, in his view, the power hungry elders of his clan were no less trustworthy than the traitor to the village whom his namesake originated from.
"At the rate that you are achieving your status within the village, we should expect to hear your name mentioned with honors, leading to even higher stations," Sennin. Council. Kage. They all held the same meaning to him - positions that he cared to never see himself attached to. They were simply positions that meant an ever larger focus and more dissension within his family; a matter that could not be afforded given their distant nature. It was a farce; a dream they wished to reach for, in this once in a lifetime opportunity. "We wish for you to reach an even higher plateau," yet another one of the members of the council stated behind the confines of their anonymity. It was at that point Hiroshi chose to speak on the matter.
"Nobility. Nationalism. None of that matters in the end," he stated flatly, still bowing in his position, as though he had not been granted permission to yet stand at attention. "Whether it's from the prospective of Kumo or Kaminari no Kuni - our clan will never recover the standing we once had; nor should we," he came to his conclusion years prior to stating it aloud. "You are the heir," came a trembling voice that could be heard in the dimly lit room. It was meant to break the tension of the words there were uttered by their heir apparent. The voice trembled not out of fear of the situation, but age of the one who uttered the sentence. The one all referred to as 'baachan' had broken her silence; the wrinkled face, whose eyes rarely opened was the only elder in the circle that didn't hide their true identity.
"Heir apparent or trash," he began to speak following her simply words, while rising to a standing position. "Our future is one of destruction, not prosperity. To believe otherwise, is folly," he finished. "And you!" he shouted, before spinning to face the robed figures. Each seemingly attempted to shrink away further into the walls their makeshift seats were built into, ultimately finding themselves unable to escape from his steely gaze. "You gifted me the name of the greatest traitor within our history; one that wa-" his heart was set to deliver a scathing sermon before he was interrupted by the slamming of a chakra enriched wind, sucking air from his lungs to such a degree he was forced to catch his breath. "ENOUGH," proclaimed baachan, her voice rumbling in a way far different than the moment before. "You are the pride of our clan, Hiroshi," she stated in an attempt to calm the situation. "You have achieved more for Kumogakure in the name of our clan than any members of this clan have for five generations, reaching higher heights than we believed we would achieve ever again," it was at the final comment that he finally scoffed loud enough for it to be heard for all in attendance.
"I couldn't care less about the pride of this clan, baachan," he confirmed for them, as air returned to his lungs. With a menacing glare escaping from his eyes, light shining an almost blue tint from his normally coal-colored iris. The aura radiating from him immediately silenced the room, allowing the only sounds audible to the untrained to be the flickering of the torches upon the wall. "This clan is doomed," he proclaimed, before clutching the crest of the Kobayashi upon his chest. "The majority that hold this disgraced crest are bickering, powerless elders, who couldn't reach the heights they dreamed of when they were growing and forced it upon the next generation to create a utopia for them during their enfeebled years," the strength of his grip came moments from tearing the material from his torso before he finally released it. His back turned away from the elderly woman, once again directing his attention to the remainder of the elders who refused to show their faces. Their forced shook in anger, the only attempted action they took toward him.
"You call what you demand from us pride," he began while gazing upon the cloaked figures encircling the room. "But in earnest, it's simply your own weaknesses shining through, because you were unable to enact upon your own desires in your time," he told them without the thought of an apology.
"Enough is enough."
"We demand your allegiance, Hiroshi," hissed the collective. "Or will you live up to your namesake here and now," asked the cloaked figures; murmuring spreading through them.
"Neither," he proclaimed. Formless chakra began to swirl around him, slowly beginning to take the shape of countless blades.
"I choose to take hold of my own kingdom. At your expense, if necessary."
The altercation between the skilled Hiroshi and the feeble council wouldn't last long. It ended with him kneeling at the far edge of the room, his arm outstretched, grasping a single blade. "You have now destroyed the legacy of the clan, removing countless tales of struggle and success we have experienced within over the generations," shouted the elderly woman, sobbing at the sight of the tattered legacy once represented by the lifeless forms in the room. As the eldest and last of her generation, she had watched many of the men and women that were scattered around the room grow into who they had become; strong, independent, capable human beings. Each had stories to tell and legacies to protect, yet there they were; battered, beaten, broken - murdered.
"You are mistaken, baachan," he stated calmly, his back raising from his position. Blood began to drip down the edge of the his blade, droplets crashing to the floor. It was a change from the carnage that had just appeared within the room that should have been littered with countless weapons. In a quick motion, the remainder of the blood sticking to the metallic frame found its way onto a far wall to his right, save the liquid that came into contact with the remainder of the corpses on that side of the room. The room was silent once again save for the quickened heartbeats of the scared woman - the matriarch of the family and the sole survivor of the council that laid bloody and defeated before her crevasse within the wall. "Your decrepit ways could have never been the future of our clan. The scheming and plotting by our elders brings further shame upon my name," he proclaimed before turning slowly to face her.
"It is you who are bringing disgrace to the name, youngling," she insinuated. "I think you have misunderstood something, baachan," he spoke aloud, after affording her the chance to speak. He took a single step toward her. "Sir," came a voice approaching the scene, followed by the sound of footsteps running down the wooden staircase. Three men quickly entered the gruesome scene, taking in the blood-splattered walls and corpses strewn about the area. They quickly bowed before the man standing at the edge of the room. "Your orders, sir," requested one. "You know where to take their bodies," he proclaimed, directing the attention of the men to the mutilated bodies he had caused only moments ago. It only took the words to escape from his mouth for the men to quickly work at collecting the bodies of the council one by one. "Hiroshi," sobbed baachan, attempting to regain his attention. His face grew solemn, as his hand returned to his side, before slowly turning to face the beckoning woman. His eyes stared down at her for what felt like eternity, despite his head refusing to lower anymore.
"Do not worry, baachan," he stated flatly, taking steps toward her with such stillness one might assume he was gliding. "There shan't be a wasted gene from our wide, intermixed family," he continued, coming to a halt mere feet away from her before crouching before her, the sword he had used to slay the last of the council still in his grasp. "If the pride of the Kobayashi elders means becoming powerful," he began to say, as the blade gripped firmly in his hands made an audible, eerie scrapping sound upon the stone floor. "Then they shall achieve their pride through me," he paused. A clear look of blood lust could be viewed within his eyes, once again glowing with a blue hue, as he placed the dull side of the blade against the elder woman's throat, slowly scraping it in a slicing motion. "But you, baachan," he continued, halting the motion of the blade as the tip slowly reached the base of her neck. "You do not yet get to die," he proclaimed, a frightening smile appearing on his face before another gust of wind blew through the chambers, extinguishing the light completely.
Clan Request: N/A
Death/Retirement Thread: N/A
Old Profile: https://ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=59&t=57297
Old Training: https://ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=61&t=57416
Old Dojo: https://ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=442&t=57335
Special Usergroups: None.
Old Stats: Capped
Old OOC Rank: S-Rank
Stat Cut: N/A
New Stats: Still capped.
New OOC Rank: S-Rank
Jutsu Mastery Swaps:
Keeping
All Non-Elemental Ninjutsu. All are mastered.
All Visual Genjutsu. All are mastered.
Refunding
E-A Rank
Literally all base elemental Ninjutsu. All are mastered.
It equates to 920 ASP. 487500 yen.
All ANBU jutsu. All are mastered.
It equates to 192 ASP. 95400 yen.
All Sand and Explosion Ninjutsu. All are mastered.
It equates to 296 ASP. 186000 yen.
Total: 1408 ASP. 768900 yen.
Swapping to
All Buffing Taijutsu.
148800 yen. 303 ASP.
All Piercing Taijutsu.
145550 yen. 293 ASP.
All Thrown Taijutsu.
145550 yen. 293 ASP.
All Slashing Taijutsu.
145550 yen. 293 ASP.
All Wind Ninjutsu.
184 ASP. 82500 yen.
Total: 1366 ASP. 667950 yen.
Remaining balances: +42 ASP. +100950
Other Refunds: None.
Name of any Contract you currently own: None.
Still actively roleplaying in any other threads? No.
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Old Village/Missing: Sand
OCR Type: Inactivity
Last Known Where-abouts: Toraono Dojo
Old IC Rank: ANBU
New Character Name: Kobayashi Hiroshi
Preferred Username: Kobayashi Hiroshi
New Village/Missing: Cloud
New BL/CA: Battlesmith
Custom Class: Click Here to create your new Custom Class.
Main Branch/ANBU/Med-Nin: Main Branch.Custom Class said:
IC Rank: Jounin
Character Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sex: Male
Character's Physical Description: General appearance.
Character's Mental Description:
+ Fearless</B>: It could be stated that most in the current age Kobayashi clan that publicly state or show who they are have an aura of fearlessness surrounding them. And Hiroshi is no exception as he, seemingly proudly, wears his family crest wherever he goes. Much of the clan has had disdain showered toward them for the past ten generations, due to a traitor within their midst that worked haphazardly to shake Konoha to its foundation.
+ Meticulous: As one who is scrutinized for each item he touches by default within the village, Hiroshi has learned to exceed the planning expected of one within his rank.
+ Observant: Hiroshi spends the majority of his time while around others gauging their reactions and determining various characteristics from them. It's allowed him to perceive and stay ahead of others that may waiver at the last moment.
+ Reliable<B>: Building on his meticulous nature; Hiroshi has become someone that can be relied upon to achieve whatever he's been tasked with in one way or another.
- Critical: Hiroshi is not one to waiver upon his opinion of what is in front of him, despite sometimes remaining silent. He views what he believes to be right and wrong as the sure way in life; going so far as to walk into a lion's den, as it were, to place the point across to the people should the need arise.
- Skeptical: There is no such thing as a happy ending. There is no one coming to save you at the last minute. You will not make it over the hill. To believe in things that are hopeless is to believe that you are waiting for miracles. If it's too good to be true, it likely is.
- Callous: Perhaps to do with his upbringing or the disastrous relationships he attempted to build to the point in his life he finds himself at. Hiroshi has in essence become one that seldom shows warmth toward others. He can be quick to belittle and remove the protective confines of those around him, often times caring little of the circumstances that may befall them.
- Guarded: When it comes to the inner workings and thoughts of his clan; Hiroshi was always taught that outsiders where dangerous and would use any information they could obtain to destroy them. It was a philosophy that was easily adapted into other aspects of his life as well, finding that even members of his clan could utilize their knowledge to harm others, from rivals to friends alike. It made him desire to keep all secrets he's gathered or formed close to his heart.
Multiple Personality Application: N/A
Character History:
The creak of a door, the flickering flames of the torches, and the echo his own footsteps descending the long, winding, wooden staircase. It had become a familiar nightly ritual for Hiroshi, the would-be heir to the Kobayashi Main Branch line. How long had it been since it had begun? Had one happened upon the scene they would begin to wonder, given his empty expression, toward the darkness surrounding him, despite only being able to look upon it with the aid of the seldom torches afforded one in the darkness. It was as though all that was surrounding him had become his a natural habitat. It was unfitting for him, as he was the first born of his generation. It meant that each accomplishment he achieved was to place him into the spotlight, rather than this abysmal darkness, but it was that same spotlight that seared him more times than he could remember. It would likely be the same for this experience as well.
Reaching the base of the steps, he stopped, his right hand coming to rest on his hip, as his eyes closed. Torches on the wall seemingly lit on their own one by one, reaching his destination in the distance while at the same time illuminating his dark form. He stood at the base of the visibly decrepit, wooden steps, with his eyes closed. A jacket rested on his shoulders, only parting at his waist due to the hand resting upon his hip, showing his dominant arm covered in a glove reaching slightly below his elbow. His eyes opened slowly, the coal-colored orbs clearly showed his disinterest for the upcoming meeting he was to attend. Shifting his head to look at frame marking his final destination, his messy black hair moved slightly. It was another meeting with the elders of the family; one he had grown accustomed to since a young age, due to him being the first born of the newest generation. His head turned back slightly, as he his eyes looked back at the darkened path he had traveled. A slight sigh escaped from his lips, as he pressed forward, stopping only when he bowed in the center of the final chamber.
"We simply have stop meeting like this, baachan," he stated, opening his eyes with his head still bowed. The red flickering of the fire contained upon the torches surrounding the circled location he found himself standing in began reflecting upon his blackened orbs. Before him was the only other person within the confines of their meeting area that didn't hide behind a makeshift mask. She was the matriarch of the Kobayashi line, simply referred to a baachan by all. "What is the reason the council has summoned me this time, I wonder," he stated aloud, nary a question within the words he spoke. Slowly, he began shifting his gaze back and forth from that position to see the shifting robes and masked faces of his fellow Main Branch members. It had become a common occurrence for each accolade he achieved, with the most recent being no exception - he had just been anointed as a Jounin; the first in his family line within the past ten generations.
"You are to be commended, Hiroshi," stated one of the figures surrounding the young man. Hiroshi had to admit - despite there being a limited number of his clansmen, the figures surrounding him blurred in his mind; even their voices. Rather, it had become tedious to attempt to weed them out. A task that he no longer cared for. "You have achieved something none in our line has been able to do for ten generations," came a further comment emanating from a different location within the circle. They were glad handing. It didn't matter what form of accomplishments he achieved, they simply wanted one thing out of it - the recognition that came from the appointment of office. These were supposedly the most powerful members within the family; the movers of their own world, who controlled all aspects of acknowledgement one baring the name Kobayashi would receive. However, in his view, the power hungry elders of his clan were no less trustworthy than the traitor to the village whom his namesake originated from.
"At the rate that you are achieving your status within the village, we should expect to hear your name mentioned with honors, leading to even higher stations," Sennin. Council. Kage. They all held the same meaning to him - positions that he cared to never see himself attached to. They were simply positions that meant an ever larger focus and more dissension within his family; a matter that could not be afforded given their distant nature. It was a farce; a dream they wished to reach for, in this once in a lifetime opportunity. "We wish for you to reach an even higher plateau," yet another one of the members of the council stated behind the confines of their anonymity. It was at that point Hiroshi chose to speak on the matter.
"Nobility. Nationalism. None of that matters in the end," he stated flatly, still bowing in his position, as though he had not been granted permission to yet stand at attention. "Whether it's from the prospective of Kumo or Kaminari no Kuni - our clan will never recover the standing we once had; nor should we," he came to his conclusion years prior to stating it aloud. "You are the heir," came a trembling voice that could be heard in the dimly lit room. It was meant to break the tension of the words there were uttered by their heir apparent. The voice trembled not out of fear of the situation, but age of the one who uttered the sentence. The one all referred to as 'baachan' had broken her silence; the wrinkled face, whose eyes rarely opened was the only elder in the circle that didn't hide their true identity.
"Heir apparent or trash," he began to speak following her simply words, while rising to a standing position. "Our future is one of destruction, not prosperity. To believe otherwise, is folly," he finished. "And you!" he shouted, before spinning to face the robed figures. Each seemingly attempted to shrink away further into the walls their makeshift seats were built into, ultimately finding themselves unable to escape from his steely gaze. "You gifted me the name of the greatest traitor within our history; one that wa-" his heart was set to deliver a scathing sermon before he was interrupted by the slamming of a chakra enriched wind, sucking air from his lungs to such a degree he was forced to catch his breath. "ENOUGH," proclaimed baachan, her voice rumbling in a way far different than the moment before. "You are the pride of our clan, Hiroshi," she stated in an attempt to calm the situation. "You have achieved more for Kumogakure in the name of our clan than any members of this clan have for five generations, reaching higher heights than we believed we would achieve ever again," it was at the final comment that he finally scoffed loud enough for it to be heard for all in attendance.
"I couldn't care less about the pride of this clan, baachan," he confirmed for them, as air returned to his lungs. With a menacing glare escaping from his eyes, light shining an almost blue tint from his normally coal-colored iris. The aura radiating from him immediately silenced the room, allowing the only sounds audible to the untrained to be the flickering of the torches upon the wall. "This clan is doomed," he proclaimed, before clutching the crest of the Kobayashi upon his chest. "The majority that hold this disgraced crest are bickering, powerless elders, who couldn't reach the heights they dreamed of when they were growing and forced it upon the next generation to create a utopia for them during their enfeebled years," the strength of his grip came moments from tearing the material from his torso before he finally released it. His back turned away from the elderly woman, once again directing his attention to the remainder of the elders who refused to show their faces. Their forced shook in anger, the only attempted action they took toward him.
"You call what you demand from us pride," he began while gazing upon the cloaked figures encircling the room. "But in earnest, it's simply your own weaknesses shining through, because you were unable to enact upon your own desires in your time," he told them without the thought of an apology.
"Enough is enough."
"We demand your allegiance, Hiroshi," hissed the collective. "Or will you live up to your namesake here and now," asked the cloaked figures; murmuring spreading through them.
"Neither," he proclaimed. Formless chakra began to swirl around him, slowly beginning to take the shape of countless blades.
"I choose to take hold of my own kingdom. At your expense, if necessary."
The altercation between the skilled Hiroshi and the feeble council wouldn't last long. It ended with him kneeling at the far edge of the room, his arm outstretched, grasping a single blade. "You have now destroyed the legacy of the clan, removing countless tales of struggle and success we have experienced within over the generations," shouted the elderly woman, sobbing at the sight of the tattered legacy once represented by the lifeless forms in the room. As the eldest and last of her generation, she had watched many of the men and women that were scattered around the room grow into who they had become; strong, independent, capable human beings. Each had stories to tell and legacies to protect, yet there they were; battered, beaten, broken - murdered.
"You are mistaken, baachan," he stated calmly, his back raising from his position. Blood began to drip down the edge of the his blade, droplets crashing to the floor. It was a change from the carnage that had just appeared within the room that should have been littered with countless weapons. In a quick motion, the remainder of the blood sticking to the metallic frame found its way onto a far wall to his right, save the liquid that came into contact with the remainder of the corpses on that side of the room. The room was silent once again save for the quickened heartbeats of the scared woman - the matriarch of the family and the sole survivor of the council that laid bloody and defeated before her crevasse within the wall. "Your decrepit ways could have never been the future of our clan. The scheming and plotting by our elders brings further shame upon my name," he proclaimed before turning slowly to face her.
"It is you who are bringing disgrace to the name, youngling," she insinuated. "I think you have misunderstood something, baachan," he spoke aloud, after affording her the chance to speak. He took a single step toward her. "Sir," came a voice approaching the scene, followed by the sound of footsteps running down the wooden staircase. Three men quickly entered the gruesome scene, taking in the blood-splattered walls and corpses strewn about the area. They quickly bowed before the man standing at the edge of the room. "Your orders, sir," requested one. "You know where to take their bodies," he proclaimed, directing the attention of the men to the mutilated bodies he had caused only moments ago. It only took the words to escape from his mouth for the men to quickly work at collecting the bodies of the council one by one. "Hiroshi," sobbed baachan, attempting to regain his attention. His face grew solemn, as his hand returned to his side, before slowly turning to face the beckoning woman. His eyes stared down at her for what felt like eternity, despite his head refusing to lower anymore.
"Do not worry, baachan," he stated flatly, taking steps toward her with such stillness one might assume he was gliding. "There shan't be a wasted gene from our wide, intermixed family," he continued, coming to a halt mere feet away from her before crouching before her, the sword he had used to slay the last of the council still in his grasp. "If the pride of the Kobayashi elders means becoming powerful," he began to say, as the blade gripped firmly in his hands made an audible, eerie scrapping sound upon the stone floor. "Then they shall achieve their pride through me," he paused. A clear look of blood lust could be viewed within his eyes, once again glowing with a blue hue, as he placed the dull side of the blade against the elder woman's throat, slowly scraping it in a slicing motion. "But you, baachan," he continued, halting the motion of the blade as the tip slowly reached the base of her neck. "You do not yet get to die," he proclaimed, a frightening smile appearing on his face before another gust of wind blew through the chambers, extinguishing the light completely.
Character Relationships
Kobayashi Hiro
Ancestor
Kobayashi Hiro was born eleven generations prior to the modern age and is the namesake of the current head of the Kobayashi family line, and the protagonist of this text; Kobayashi Hiroshi. In their family, he is known as the man who committed the gravest of sins against the village, thereby dooming the remaining members of the family of his time and the generations that have come after to struggle as they can for survival. His was the name that had been barred from the family for generations, only being revived within the current age when the current head of the family was born, much to his chagrin.
Kobayashi Hiro
Ancestor
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Baachan
Kobayashi Family Elder
The woman who is simply known as 'baachan' by members of the clan; she has acted as the matriarch of the family for nearly thirty years before present day, reigning as the oldest and most respected of all the elders. It was her alone that was able to survive the extermination of the elder council at the hands Kobayashi Hiroshi on the night of his ascension, albeit at his mercy. She is presently imprisoned, the location of said imprisonment is closely guarded by him.Baachan
Kobayashi Family Elder
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Elder Council
Deceased
They were remnants of the old guard residing within the family, making decisions on the direction of the clan to ensure their return to a semblance of power. Recently they were decimated by the heir apparent of the main branch, leaving only a single member of the council alive, albeit imprisoned. This has become the first time within twenty generations that there are no elders to oversee the clan. It is presently unknown by the remaining few members of the clan that the council is no longer living due to the secrecy of the elders.Elder Council
Deceased
Clan Request: N/A
Death/Retirement Thread: N/A
Old Profile: https://ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=59&t=57297
Old Training: https://ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=61&t=57416
Old Dojo: https://ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=442&t=57335
Special Usergroups: None.
Old Stats: Capped
Old OOC Rank: S-Rank
Stat Cut: N/A
New Stats: Still capped.
New OOC Rank: S-Rank
Jutsu Mastery Swaps:
Keeping
All Non-Elemental Ninjutsu. All are mastered.
All Visual Genjutsu. All are mastered.
Refunding
E-A Rank
Literally all base elemental Ninjutsu. All are mastered.
It equates to 920 ASP. 487500 yen.
All ANBU jutsu. All are mastered.
It equates to 192 ASP. 95400 yen.
All Sand and Explosion Ninjutsu. All are mastered.
It equates to 296 ASP. 186000 yen.
Total: 1408 ASP. 768900 yen.
Swapping to
All Buffing Taijutsu.
148800 yen. 303 ASP.
All Piercing Taijutsu.
145550 yen. 293 ASP.
All Thrown Taijutsu.
145550 yen. 293 ASP.
All Slashing Taijutsu.
145550 yen. 293 ASP.
All Wind Ninjutsu.
184 ASP. 82500 yen.
Total: 1366 ASP. 667950 yen.
Remaining balances: +42 ASP. +100950
Other Refunds: None.
Name of any Contract you currently own: None.
Still actively roleplaying in any other threads? No.
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The character history is also being used as my application to the Chimera Kinjutsu. I'll determine the second BL/CA if it's approved. I am also willing to accept anyone that wishes to be attached to my character's relationship table. Should you want that please PM here or DM me on discord.
