OCR Form said:
Old Character Name: Sukuna Kiyo
Old Village/Missing: Kumo
OCR Type: Retire - Inactivity
Last Known Where-abouts: Somewhere (Never posted)
Old IC Rank: Chuunin
New Character Name: Sabaku Rika
Preferred Username: Rika
New Village/Missing: Sand
New BL/CA: Chakra Attuned
Custom Class:
IC Rank: Genin
Character Age: 12
Gender: Female
Sex: Female
Character's Physical Description: Rika is a young girl with dark brunette hair and vibrant green eyes. She is relatively average height for her age, standing at 4'8" after a recent growthspurt. She has fair skin because of being underground almost her whole life and genetics. Her outfit is unmistakably Sunagakure: a sleeveless tactical tunic that leaves her arms free, a red sash knotted tight at her waist, and light armor hugging her forearms. Practical, stripped down, and made for the desert. She prefers lightweight garb.
Character's Mental Description: The first thing most notice, and get wrong, is her outward demeanor. Assuming she is careless or carefree with a confidence that borders on arrogance. Casual posture, quick to smile, or crack a joke. It's no accident; it's a well-built mask that hides her insecurities. From a young age, she learned that emotional reactions were a liability. Fear invited more monitoring; any crack in her would mean chains. She jokes. She moves. She acts first. When overwhelmed, she leans into competence, solving problems physically rather than emotionally. Confrontation that targets her feelings rather than her actions leaves her off-balance, uncertain how to respond without losing composure. Direct reassurance makes her uncomfortable; consistency matters more to her than kind words. At her core, Rika is resilient, but not unbreakable. She struggles with reassurance, working with a team, and any sort of affection. Her sense of self is deeply bound to her usefulness.
Multiple Personality Application: N/A
Character History:
Clan Request: N/A
Death/Retirement Thread: N/A
Old Profile: https://ninpocho.com/threads/sukuna-kiyo.69625/
Old Training: https://ninpocho.com/threads/sukuna-kiyos-training.69627/
Old Dojo: https://ninpocho.com/threads/sukuna-kiyo-dojo.69626/
Special Usergroups: N/A
Old Stats:
Agility: 600/600
Stamina: 600/600
Ninjutsu: 600/600
Taijutsu: 600/600
Genjutsu: 600/600
Chakra Control: 600/600
power level: 3,600
Old OOC Rank: S - Rank
Stat Cut: None, Inactivity Rebirth
New Stats:
Agility: 600/600
Stamina: 600/600
Ninjutsu: 600/600
Taijutsu: 600/600
Genjutsu: 600/600
Chakra Control: 600/600
power level: 3,600
New OOC Rank: S- Rank
Jutsu Mastery Swaps: Just gonna keep everything
Other Refunds: Keeping stuff
Name of any Contract you currently own:
None (Used to be plant, but for a different character)
Name of any Cursed Seals you currently own:
None
Name of Kinjutsu you own:
Temporal Strider (App will be apart of her History)
Still actively roleplaying in any other threads?
No
Old Character Name: Sukuna Kiyo
Old Village/Missing: Kumo
OCR Type: Retire - Inactivity
Last Known Where-abouts: Somewhere (Never posted)
Old IC Rank: Chuunin
New Character Name: Sabaku Rika
Preferred Username: Rika
New Village/Missing: Sand
New BL/CA: Chakra Attuned
Custom Class:
Main Branch/ANBU/Med-Nin: MainCustom Class said:
IC Rank: Genin
Character Age: 12
Gender: Female
Sex: Female
Character's Physical Description: Rika is a young girl with dark brunette hair and vibrant green eyes. She is relatively average height for her age, standing at 4'8" after a recent growthspurt. She has fair skin because of being underground almost her whole life and genetics. Her outfit is unmistakably Sunagakure: a sleeveless tactical tunic that leaves her arms free, a red sash knotted tight at her waist, and light armor hugging her forearms. Practical, stripped down, and made for the desert. She prefers lightweight garb.
Character's Mental Description: The first thing most notice, and get wrong, is her outward demeanor. Assuming she is careless or carefree with a confidence that borders on arrogance. Casual posture, quick to smile, or crack a joke. It's no accident; it's a well-built mask that hides her insecurities. From a young age, she learned that emotional reactions were a liability. Fear invited more monitoring; any crack in her would mean chains. She jokes. She moves. She acts first. When overwhelmed, she leans into competence, solving problems physically rather than emotionally. Confrontation that targets her feelings rather than her actions leaves her off-balance, uncertain how to respond without losing composure. Direct reassurance makes her uncomfortable; consistency matters more to her than kind words. At her core, Rika is resilient, but not unbreakable. She struggles with reassurance, working with a team, and any sort of affection. Her sense of self is deeply bound to her usefulness.
Multiple Personality Application: N/A
Character History:
Rika was not born into a cradle, but into a clinical observation. Born with Chakra-attuned physiology, her coils were dense, heavy, and radiated raw power before she even cried. In the current political climate of Wind Country, where technology is rising and chakra is feared, a child like Rika was a liability to civilian parents. They handed her over to the state not out of cruelty, but out of a terrified pragmatism. She was raised in the "Foundling Sectors" of Suna's underground complex, which explains her pale skin and sensitivity to light. She didn't have a mother; she had handlers—men and women in coats withclipboards who measured her caloric intake and chakra density with the same cold detachment. She learned early that affection was a reward for obedience, and "usefulness" was the only currency that bought survival.
The most defining moment of her life occurred in 244 PP. Rika was four years old when the Carmot crystals detonated, causing the cataclysm known as The Shattering. While the physical explosion destroyed the surface, the metaphysical shockwave rippled through the underlying reality. Because Rika was Chakra Attuned, she was a living lightning rod for that energy. The massive surge of chaotic chakra didn't kill her; it fractured her perception.
When the dust settled, she didn't just see the nursery walls. She saw shimmering, erratic strings vibrating in the air, the fabric of space-time disturbed by the catastrophe. This was the awakening of the Temporal Strider mutation. She reached out to touch a falling piece of debris, and for a heartbeat, it hung suspended in the air, defying gravity not by magic, but by a pause in its existence. She realized two things instantly: She could touch the strings, and if the handlers saw this, they'd surely dissect her. It caused her fear, a visceral, trembling fear she learned to hide behind a blank expression.
Rika entered the Academy almost immediately after The Shattering. The village was in chaos, "The Swarm" was attacking, and Suna needed soldiers. This is where the mask was forged. Rika realized that the quiet, brooding kids were watched closely for signs of madness or instability from the trauma. So, she became the opposite. She became loud, brash, and arrogant. She cracked jokes to deflect questions. She acted before she felt.
She cultivated a persona of immaturity. If she was annoying, people stopped looking for depth. If she was a brat, the instructors underestimated her. "Bet you can't hit me!" became her catchphrase, a childish taunt that hid a desperate necessity. She wasn't taunting them for fun; she was goading them into attacking blindly. An angry opponent was predictable, and a predictable opponent was easy to manipulate.
Behind the smile, she was running a constant, high-stakes experiment to develop a fighting style that ensured she remained "Untouchable." She hated the sensation of contact; it reminded her of medical exams and restraint. So, she decided that if she was going to survive, nothing would ever touch her skin again without her permission. This philosophy drove her mastery of the Chakra Attuned core. While other students struggled with complex hand seals to convert energy into fire or wind, Rika found the motions clumsy and slow. Her chakra was too dense, too volatile to be caged by fingers. She learned to push it out directly, treating her reserves like a physical extension of her limbs. She would spend hours in the training halls, sweating and trembling, forcing her chakra to solidify into invisible walls. It started as thin sheets that shattered under a single punch, but through sheer stubbornness, she thickened them. She learned to mold barriers instantly, without a single weave of a sign. It became her primary defense: a wall of pure, condensed energy that she could summon with a thought. But barriers could break. That was where the strings came in.
Her mastery of the Temporal Strider abilities was a lonely, terrifying curriculum. She couldn't ask for help. She couldn't read scrolls on it. She had to learn by feel in the dead of night. She would sit in her quarters, watching a dripping faucet. She would reach out with her mind, finding the specific string attached to the droplet, and pull. The droplet would hang, vibrating, while the rest of the room moved on.
Applying this to combat was an exhausting exercise in manipulating reality. During taijutsu spars, she used her ability to create "micro-lags." She didn't stop time; that took too much energy, but she could snag the string attached to an opponent's fist and pull it back just an inch, or slow it down by a fraction of a second. To the instructors, Rika seemed to possess a preternatural dodge instinct, swaying out of the way of punches that should have connected. To Rika, the world was a chaotic web of lines she had to constantly untangle while pretending to laugh.
However, the power came with a cost. Rewinding time, even just a few seconds to undo a mistake, felt like a migraine splitting her skull. She called it the "backlash." And speeding up time? That was even more dangerous. She called it "The slip." Early in her training, she tried to accelerate her own timeline to close a gap during a sprint. She miscalculated. Her mind moved faster than her body could keep up with, and she slammed face-first into a concrete pillar. She walked around with a bruised cheek for a week, lying to her handlers that she had tripped over her own feet. It was a harsh lesson: physics still applied, even if time didn't. She had to hone her reflexes to match her perception, training her body to be as fast as the strings she pulled.
By age eight, her fighting style was a frustrating puzzle for her peers. She was a fortress that moved. She would bait them in, let them commit to an attack, and then—snap—a barrier would flare up to block the hit, or she would simply not be where she was a second ago. She abused her lack of hand seals to catch them off guard, blasting raw chakra into their chests while their hands were still tangled in a tiger seal. She was unfair. She was tricky. She was a nightmare to spar against.
Before Rika graduated from the academy, she faced many tests. Tests designed to break her, to search for any mental instability. Her handlers weren't just testing her aim; they were testing her loyalty. They put her in high-stress simulations, deprived her of sleep, and watched her chemical levels. Through it all, Rika kept the mask on. She complained about the food. She made fun of the proctors' haircuts. She acted like a bored, talented child, even as she used her vision to cheat on the reaction tests, seeing the mechanism trigger before it actually moved.
Now 12, Rika stands at a crossroads. The village is changing. Zenin Ryūō's industrial revolution is bringing steam trains and oil to the desert, and the "Anti-Chakra" sentiment is at an all-time high. The common folk look at the Academy students not as heroes, but as ticking time bombs. People are being hunted for their organs, their chakra coils harvested to power the new machines.
Rika knows she is exactly the kind of "monster" the new world hates. Her dense chakra signals her as a high-value target. Her "mask" of confidence is no longer just for social survival; it is for actual survival. She projects the image of a loyal, arrogant Sand Shinobi to ensure the village sees her as a weapon worth keeping, rather than a resource to be harvested.
She has graduated as a Genin, finally stepping out of the underground and into the blinding desert sun. She wears her tactical tunic and red sash like a uniform of war, her arms free to move, her armor light. She prefers to carry nothing that weighs her down. She stands 4'8", a small, grinning girl with vibrant green eyes that seem to track things others cannot see. She is ready to serve, terrified to fail, and the only one who can see the strings of time tightening around Suna. She will joke, she will taunt, and she will smile—because if she stops smiling, she might just start screaming.
The most defining moment of her life occurred in 244 PP. Rika was four years old when the Carmot crystals detonated, causing the cataclysm known as The Shattering. While the physical explosion destroyed the surface, the metaphysical shockwave rippled through the underlying reality. Because Rika was Chakra Attuned, she was a living lightning rod for that energy. The massive surge of chaotic chakra didn't kill her; it fractured her perception.
When the dust settled, she didn't just see the nursery walls. She saw shimmering, erratic strings vibrating in the air, the fabric of space-time disturbed by the catastrophe. This was the awakening of the Temporal Strider mutation. She reached out to touch a falling piece of debris, and for a heartbeat, it hung suspended in the air, defying gravity not by magic, but by a pause in its existence. She realized two things instantly: She could touch the strings, and if the handlers saw this, they'd surely dissect her. It caused her fear, a visceral, trembling fear she learned to hide behind a blank expression.
Rika entered the Academy almost immediately after The Shattering. The village was in chaos, "The Swarm" was attacking, and Suna needed soldiers. This is where the mask was forged. Rika realized that the quiet, brooding kids were watched closely for signs of madness or instability from the trauma. So, she became the opposite. She became loud, brash, and arrogant. She cracked jokes to deflect questions. She acted before she felt.
She cultivated a persona of immaturity. If she was annoying, people stopped looking for depth. If she was a brat, the instructors underestimated her. "Bet you can't hit me!" became her catchphrase, a childish taunt that hid a desperate necessity. She wasn't taunting them for fun; she was goading them into attacking blindly. An angry opponent was predictable, and a predictable opponent was easy to manipulate.
Behind the smile, she was running a constant, high-stakes experiment to develop a fighting style that ensured she remained "Untouchable." She hated the sensation of contact; it reminded her of medical exams and restraint. So, she decided that if she was going to survive, nothing would ever touch her skin again without her permission. This philosophy drove her mastery of the Chakra Attuned core. While other students struggled with complex hand seals to convert energy into fire or wind, Rika found the motions clumsy and slow. Her chakra was too dense, too volatile to be caged by fingers. She learned to push it out directly, treating her reserves like a physical extension of her limbs. She would spend hours in the training halls, sweating and trembling, forcing her chakra to solidify into invisible walls. It started as thin sheets that shattered under a single punch, but through sheer stubbornness, she thickened them. She learned to mold barriers instantly, without a single weave of a sign. It became her primary defense: a wall of pure, condensed energy that she could summon with a thought. But barriers could break. That was where the strings came in.
Her mastery of the Temporal Strider abilities was a lonely, terrifying curriculum. She couldn't ask for help. She couldn't read scrolls on it. She had to learn by feel in the dead of night. She would sit in her quarters, watching a dripping faucet. She would reach out with her mind, finding the specific string attached to the droplet, and pull. The droplet would hang, vibrating, while the rest of the room moved on.
Applying this to combat was an exhausting exercise in manipulating reality. During taijutsu spars, she used her ability to create "micro-lags." She didn't stop time; that took too much energy, but she could snag the string attached to an opponent's fist and pull it back just an inch, or slow it down by a fraction of a second. To the instructors, Rika seemed to possess a preternatural dodge instinct, swaying out of the way of punches that should have connected. To Rika, the world was a chaotic web of lines she had to constantly untangle while pretending to laugh.
However, the power came with a cost. Rewinding time, even just a few seconds to undo a mistake, felt like a migraine splitting her skull. She called it the "backlash." And speeding up time? That was even more dangerous. She called it "The slip." Early in her training, she tried to accelerate her own timeline to close a gap during a sprint. She miscalculated. Her mind moved faster than her body could keep up with, and she slammed face-first into a concrete pillar. She walked around with a bruised cheek for a week, lying to her handlers that she had tripped over her own feet. It was a harsh lesson: physics still applied, even if time didn't. She had to hone her reflexes to match her perception, training her body to be as fast as the strings she pulled.
By age eight, her fighting style was a frustrating puzzle for her peers. She was a fortress that moved. She would bait them in, let them commit to an attack, and then—snap—a barrier would flare up to block the hit, or she would simply not be where she was a second ago. She abused her lack of hand seals to catch them off guard, blasting raw chakra into their chests while their hands were still tangled in a tiger seal. She was unfair. She was tricky. She was a nightmare to spar against.
Before Rika graduated from the academy, she faced many tests. Tests designed to break her, to search for any mental instability. Her handlers weren't just testing her aim; they were testing her loyalty. They put her in high-stress simulations, deprived her of sleep, and watched her chemical levels. Through it all, Rika kept the mask on. She complained about the food. She made fun of the proctors' haircuts. She acted like a bored, talented child, even as she used her vision to cheat on the reaction tests, seeing the mechanism trigger before it actually moved.
Now 12, Rika stands at a crossroads. The village is changing. Zenin Ryūō's industrial revolution is bringing steam trains and oil to the desert, and the "Anti-Chakra" sentiment is at an all-time high. The common folk look at the Academy students not as heroes, but as ticking time bombs. People are being hunted for their organs, their chakra coils harvested to power the new machines.
Rika knows she is exactly the kind of "monster" the new world hates. Her dense chakra signals her as a high-value target. Her "mask" of confidence is no longer just for social survival; it is for actual survival. She projects the image of a loyal, arrogant Sand Shinobi to ensure the village sees her as a weapon worth keeping, rather than a resource to be harvested.
She has graduated as a Genin, finally stepping out of the underground and into the blinding desert sun. She wears her tactical tunic and red sash like a uniform of war, her arms free to move, her armor light. She prefers to carry nothing that weighs her down. She stands 4'8", a small, grinning girl with vibrant green eyes that seem to track things others cannot see. She is ready to serve, terrified to fail, and the only one who can see the strings of time tightening around Suna. She will joke, she will taunt, and she will smile—because if she stops smiling, she might just start screaming.
Clan Request: N/A
Death/Retirement Thread: N/A
Old Profile: https://ninpocho.com/threads/sukuna-kiyo.69625/
Old Training: https://ninpocho.com/threads/sukuna-kiyos-training.69627/
Old Dojo: https://ninpocho.com/threads/sukuna-kiyo-dojo.69626/
Special Usergroups: N/A
Old Stats:
Agility: 600/600
Stamina: 600/600
Ninjutsu: 600/600
Taijutsu: 600/600
Genjutsu: 600/600
Chakra Control: 600/600
power level: 3,600
Old OOC Rank: S - Rank
Stat Cut: None, Inactivity Rebirth
New Stats:
Agility: 600/600
Stamina: 600/600
Ninjutsu: 600/600
Taijutsu: 600/600
Genjutsu: 600/600
Chakra Control: 600/600
power level: 3,600
New OOC Rank: S- Rank
Jutsu Mastery Swaps: Just gonna keep everything
Other Refunds: Keeping stuff
Name of any Contract you currently own:
None (Used to be plant, but for a different character)
Name of any Cursed Seals you currently own:
None
Name of Kinjutsu you own:
Temporal Strider (App will be apart of her History)
Still actively roleplaying in any other threads?
No
