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Ninpocho Chronicles
Ninpocho Chronicles is a fantasy-ish setting storyline, set in an alternate universe World of Ninjas, where the Naruto and Boruto series take place. This means that none of the canon characters exists, or existed here.
Each ninja starts from the bottom and start their training as an Academy Student. From there they develop abilities akin to that of demigods as they grow in age and experience.
Along the way they gain new friends (or enemies), take on jobs and complete contracts and missions for their respective villages where their training and skill will be tested to their limits.
The sky is the limit as the blank page you see before you can be filled with countless of adventures with your character in the game.
This is Ninpocho Chronicles.
Current Ninpocho Time:
Takahashi Kiyoshi - Academy Student
- Thread starter Takahashi Kiyoshi
- Start date
Username: Takahashi Kiyoshi
Profile Link: Link
Training Link: Link
OCR/Character Creation Link: Link
In Character Rank: Student
Out of character rank: D Rank
Elemental Affinities: Earth Minor
Today, I will be requesting approval for a litany of things, including: Custom Class, 5 Abilities, a Core Ability, a Weapon (with Augments), and some Equipment. After combining the CA and Abilities WC requirements, I will need a minimum of 700 words for the RP. My RP far exceeds that. I hope it’s all right that I combined it into one large RP. Please let me know if you would like them to be six separate RPs instead of one large one.
Custom Character Class:
Abilities:
Core Ability:
Weapon(s):
Equipment:
RP
Profile Link: Link
Training Link: Link
OCR/Character Creation Link: Link
In Character Rank: Student
Out of character rank: D Rank
Elemental Affinities: Earth Minor
Today, I will be requesting approval for a litany of things, including: Custom Class, 5 Abilities, a Core Ability, a Weapon (with Augments), and some Equipment. After combining the CA and Abilities WC requirements, I will need a minimum of 700 words for the RP. My RP far exceeds that. I hope it’s all right that I combined it into one large RP. Please let me know if you would like them to be six separate RPs instead of one large one.
Custom Character Class:
Squad Designated Marksman
HP: (45+lvl) x stamina
CP: (45+lvl) x chakra control
Class Bonus:
High: Ranged Accuracy
Average: Genjutsu Save, Melee Accuracy, Dodge
Low: Ninjutsu Accuracy, Genjutsu DC
HP: (45+lvl) x stamina
CP: (45+lvl) x chakra control
Class Bonus:
High: Ranged Accuracy
Average: Genjutsu Save, Melee Accuracy, Dodge
Low: Ninjutsu Accuracy, Genjutsu DC
Abilities:
Core Ability:
Weapon(s):
Firearm:
-Description: Drawing from the vast arsenal of the Kumogakure Armory, Kiyoshi arms himself daily with whatever firearm he needs to accomplish the mission. Sometimes it’s a rifle, sometimes a carbine, sometimes just a pistol will do. Either way, he always values a weapon’s accuracy over its power. Remember, you can’t miss fast enough to win a gun fight!
--Note 1: The type of firearm that Kiyoshi will RP with will change on a topic-by-topic basis. However, the first time he posts about which weapon he is carrying, he will be bound by that choice until the topic is left.
--Note 2: In keeping with the Technology & Taboo instructions, the firearms Kiyoshi will be RPing with will not exceed the technology surrounding WWII. There will be absolutely NO fully automatic weapons. There may be SOME semi-automatic rifles (such as the M1 Garand, M1 Carbine, SVT-40, Gewehr 43, etc.), as well as semi-automatic pistols (such as the 1911, Browning Hi-Power, Mauser C96, Luger P08, Tokarev TT-33, etc.).
--Note 3: Kiyoshi will likely start modifying his firearms and ammunition as his skill and power level increase (to explain increase in damage and accuracy at later levels). These modifications will most likely not be historically correct, but will remain within the parameters of T&T guidelines.
-Damage Type: Projectile (Bleeding)
-Damage Modifiers: -10%
-Accuracy Modifiers: +2
-Augment 1: Silencer (Purchase)
-Augment 2: Razor Strike (Purchase)
-Description: Drawing from the vast arsenal of the Kumogakure Armory, Kiyoshi arms himself daily with whatever firearm he needs to accomplish the mission. Sometimes it’s a rifle, sometimes a carbine, sometimes just a pistol will do. Either way, he always values a weapon’s accuracy over its power. Remember, you can’t miss fast enough to win a gun fight!
--Note 1: The type of firearm that Kiyoshi will RP with will change on a topic-by-topic basis. However, the first time he posts about which weapon he is carrying, he will be bound by that choice until the topic is left.
--Note 2: In keeping with the Technology & Taboo instructions, the firearms Kiyoshi will be RPing with will not exceed the technology surrounding WWII. There will be absolutely NO fully automatic weapons. There may be SOME semi-automatic rifles (such as the M1 Garand, M1 Carbine, SVT-40, Gewehr 43, etc.), as well as semi-automatic pistols (such as the 1911, Browning Hi-Power, Mauser C96, Luger P08, Tokarev TT-33, etc.).
--Note 3: Kiyoshi will likely start modifying his firearms and ammunition as his skill and power level increase (to explain increase in damage and accuracy at later levels). These modifications will most likely not be historically correct, but will remain within the parameters of T&T guidelines.
-Damage Type: Projectile (Bleeding)
-Damage Modifiers: -10%
-Accuracy Modifiers: +2
-Augment 1: Silencer (Purchase)
-Augment 2: Razor Strike (Purchase)
Equipment:
Slot 1: Headset
Slot 2: Hidden Weapon
-Note: Kiyoshi’s hidden weapon will most likely be a projectile-type firearm (usually a sidearm), falling under the same T&T guidelines listed with his weapon “Firearm”. Otherwise, his hidden weapon will be his bare hands for unarmed taijutsu. Because, seriously? Who needs a weapon for unarmed taijutsu? Bare knuckles or go home!
Slot 3: Kawarimi Target
Slot 2: Hidden Weapon
-Note: Kiyoshi’s hidden weapon will most likely be a projectile-type firearm (usually a sidearm), falling under the same T&T guidelines listed with his weapon “Firearm”. Otherwise, his hidden weapon will be his bare hands for unarmed taijutsu. Because, seriously? Who needs a weapon for unarmed taijutsu? Bare knuckles or go home!
Slot 3: Kawarimi Target
RP
The day started like any other for Kiyoshi. Awake before dawn to attend his physical fitness training at the Academy, an hour back at his apartment for personal hygiene and breakfast, then back to the Academy for classes. He had been used to early mornings and hard labor on the farm back home, but the PT Instructors always found a way to wear him out. He had aches and pains in muscles and places he didn’t know he had, but one thing was for sure; he was getting stronger.
The first few weeks of classes flew by. He was eager to learn as much as he could about chakra, the spiritual energy he and his fellow classmates had been determined to be able to control. The basics were quite simple; spiritual energy was provided and expanded by experience and practice, and could be directed through various hand seals and techniques to create jutsu (aka, ninja spells).
There were a bunch of jutsu’s. Taijutsu was just a fancy term for weapon or unarmed combat, and usually consisted of chakra flowing through an appendage or weapon to enhance certain effects. Genjutsu was useful in tricking the body’s mind and senses, and could even cause physical harm. Ninjutsu was the most popular amongst the other student’s though. Bending the elements or chakra itself to create devastating and awesome effects.
While Kiyoshi had mastered some of the more basic ninjutsu, like Transformation and Body Switch, quite easily, he wasn’t all that interested in any of the flashy elemental jutsu his other classmates seemed to prefer. Besides, most of his classmates had gone and bought some jutsu scrolls for one element, only to discover that their chakra nature (determined by some special chakra-sensitive paper) was a completely different element. When Kiyoshi took the test his piece of paper crumbled into dust, which supposedly meant he was an Earth-type; but he didn’t feel like that was right, either. Confused at what kind of combat to specialize in, he wandered around the Academy grounds after classes let out, thinking on the problem.
Eventually, his wandering lead him to the armory. Even when they had been brought there on kunai and shuriken training days, he hadn’t really been interested. When Kiyoshi saw a circus act as a child that featured knife throwing, his father told him that, more often than not, a thrown knife would miss or not seriously wound an enemy; and all that did was provide them with a perfectly good knife that you no longer had. The sentiment had stuck with him pretty hard, even though he was far and away more accurate with the kunai and shuriken that his classmates.
The armory was a fascinating place, though. Giant polearms, heavy maces and war hammers, as well as razor sharp swords and knives of every size and shape conceivable hung on the walls. However, Kiyoshi’s attention was drawn to a more dusty, unvisited section of the room. It only took him a moment to recognize what the strange implements were: Firearms! He’d never actually seen one up close before; well, not a real one. His father had gotten him a BB gun for Yule one year and taught him the basics of marksmanship and firearm safety, but the only actual firearms in the village were in their Lord’s armory at the castle. His father had wielded one for him years ago in a conflict with a rival Lord, and had been such a good shot that their Lord allowed him to use them to hunt the deer that wandered into the farming fields.
Kiyoshi reached out and picked up one of the smaller, bolt-action rifles, instinctively pulling the bolt back to ensure the chamber was clear and checking the safety.
“What’cha got there?”
Kiyoshi almost jumped in surprise, spinning around to see who had addressed him. The Academy Armorer stood a few paces behind him. He was a giant of a man, at least six-and-a-half feet tall and well over two hundred pounds. His bushy mustache, equally bushy eyebrows, and hair were all an iron grey, as were his eyes. He was simply adorned, much as Kiyoshi was. They both wore steel-toed boots and blue jeans. While Kiyoshi’s T-shirt was hidden under a dark grey hoodie, the Armorer wore a grey t-shirt, with his front covered by a grease-stained, dark brown, leather apron.
Making sure to keep the muzzle of the rifle pointed in a safe direction, he gave a slight, apologetic bow.
“I’m sorry, sir. I was just looking. I’ve never actually seen a firearm before.”
“Really? ‘Cause you sure seem to handle one like you have.” The man said, raising his right eyebrow inquisitively.
“Well, yeah – I mean, I used to have a BB gun back home. My dad taught me how to shoot with it, and how to be safe around them.”
“Oh, yeah? What’re the four fundamental rules for firearm safety?”
“Never point a firearm at anything you don’t intend to destroy; treat all firearms as if they were loaded; keep your finger off of the trigger until you’re ready to fire; be certain of your target, your line of fire, and what lies beyond your target.” Kiyoshi rattled them off from memory.
“Not bad, kid.” The armorer said, looking impressed. “Not a lot of shinobi know much about firearms. Why bother with ‘em if you can shoot a fireball out of your mouth, and such. You seem to know your way around them, though.” He cast an inspecting eye over the weapon Kiyoshi was holding. “That there’s a single-shot, bolt action, .22 long rifle. It was supposed to be what we train you youngsters on when you learn basic firearms safety and marksmanship, but no one’s used ‘em in a while. If you’re interested, you can take it over to the range and try ‘er out.”
“Yes, please! Thank you, sir!” Kiyoshi said, his eye’s lighting up at the thought. The armorer reached up onto a shelf and pulled down a piece of cardboard, a handful of round targets, a stapler, and a box of ammunition, and handed it to the young student. Most would consider giving a child a loaded firearm a bad idea; but this was a place where they taught children how to kill. The armorer had no more qualms about giving Kiyoshi the weapon than he did giving any other student a sword or a set of shuriken.
“There ya go. Don’t forget to grab a pair of disposable earplugs on your way out the door if you value your hearing.”
As the afternoon wore on, and the shadows grew longer, the Armorer headed over to the range. That kid hadn’t come back with the rifle yet, and he was trying to close up shop. The steady “pop… pop… pop…” of the small caliber rifle could be heard a couple hundred yards away. Cursing under his breath, the armorer stuffed in a pair of earbuds as he approached the boy. He was laying in the prone, with the rifle resting on a sandbag. At first, the armorer couldn’t even tell what he was shooting at; but then he saw that Kiyoshi had placed the target a hundred yards downrange.
“CEASEFIRE!” He shouted to Kiyoshi, more so he could hear him through the earbuds and over the report of the rifle than out of any anger. Kiyoshi turned his head and saw the armorer. Ejecting the spent casing from the rifle, he placed it on Safe and set the barrel in the v-notched stake to the right of the sandbags before removing his ear protection.
“Boy, I admire your enthusiasm, but what do you think you’re going to hit down there?” The armorer said, exasperated at the waste of ammo.
“I was shooting at the target. It was too easy to shoot it any closer.” Kiyoshi said, confused.
“Too easy? Son, I’d be surprised if you could even hit the target at that range.” He said, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “I tell you what, if we go down there and check your target and there isn’t at least one hit in the black, you’re going to do a pushup for every round you’ve wasted.”
After clearing the range (which wasn’t hard, as there was no one else on it), the two made their way down to Kiyoshi’s target, the Armorer griping and grumbling the whole way. His complaining stopped when they got within a few feet of it, and he saw the three-inch hole Kiyoshi had drilled through the center of the target. The man gazed in bewilderment as Kiyoshi explained.
“After the first few rounds, I kept keyholing my shots…” Meaning the bullets kept flying through the same hole, leaving no indication of their passing. “So, I started going around the center of the hole, slowly expanding it. At one point, I made a smiley face, but I shot that out, too.”
After a long pause, the Armorer finally spoke. “Boy, I want to see you on my range every day after class, you hear? This is a talent you can’t afford to waste.”
That was the start of Kiyoshi’s training. Every day after school, he would report to the Armorer, who would issue him a different weapon. Sometimes it was a rifle, sometimes a shotgun, and sometimes a pistol. He had him shooting at stationary paper targets, pop-up targets, and moving targets from every firing position he could think of. No matter what the caliber, whether he was prone, kneeling, or standing, Kiyoshi rarely ever missed; and, if so, just the once.
They would run drills with pop-up and moving target’s that sprung up at random, some of which also slung blunted darts at the firer. Still, Kiyoshi never missed. Rather than be distracted by the chaos, he seemed to thrive on it, becoming more and more accurate with each shot [Combat Instinct]. After their first couple of drills, he even seemed able to predict which targets would pop up, and which ones would fire at him [Insight]. The Armorer even acquired some targets that were filled with fake blood, and were designed to bleed more or less depending on where they were hit; but every time Kiyoshi shot one, it would gush out in rivulets no matter where the round struck [Bloody Mess]. It seemed that no matter what weapon he was firing, he could make it do precisely what he wanted it to do [Weapon Attunement]. He could even shoot faux weapons out of targets hands, or shoot out their kneecaps on command [Called Shot].
The only limitation to Kiyoshi’s marksmanship ability was trying to wield some of the larger, heavier weapons. The bigger they were, the harder they were to wield for an extended period of time; and the larger the caliber, the more the recoil affected his ability to do accurate follow-up shots. The armorer wasn’t worried; that would come with time as Kiyoshi got stronger and grew into adulthood. For now, he looked forward to seeing this young student develop into a true shinobi. A hawkeyed sniper was a priceless weapon. After all, you can’t kill what you can’t see; and Kiyoshi was shaping up to be the last thing the enemy never would.
[WC: 1881]
The first few weeks of classes flew by. He was eager to learn as much as he could about chakra, the spiritual energy he and his fellow classmates had been determined to be able to control. The basics were quite simple; spiritual energy was provided and expanded by experience and practice, and could be directed through various hand seals and techniques to create jutsu (aka, ninja spells).
There were a bunch of jutsu’s. Taijutsu was just a fancy term for weapon or unarmed combat, and usually consisted of chakra flowing through an appendage or weapon to enhance certain effects. Genjutsu was useful in tricking the body’s mind and senses, and could even cause physical harm. Ninjutsu was the most popular amongst the other student’s though. Bending the elements or chakra itself to create devastating and awesome effects.
While Kiyoshi had mastered some of the more basic ninjutsu, like Transformation and Body Switch, quite easily, he wasn’t all that interested in any of the flashy elemental jutsu his other classmates seemed to prefer. Besides, most of his classmates had gone and bought some jutsu scrolls for one element, only to discover that their chakra nature (determined by some special chakra-sensitive paper) was a completely different element. When Kiyoshi took the test his piece of paper crumbled into dust, which supposedly meant he was an Earth-type; but he didn’t feel like that was right, either. Confused at what kind of combat to specialize in, he wandered around the Academy grounds after classes let out, thinking on the problem.
Eventually, his wandering lead him to the armory. Even when they had been brought there on kunai and shuriken training days, he hadn’t really been interested. When Kiyoshi saw a circus act as a child that featured knife throwing, his father told him that, more often than not, a thrown knife would miss or not seriously wound an enemy; and all that did was provide them with a perfectly good knife that you no longer had. The sentiment had stuck with him pretty hard, even though he was far and away more accurate with the kunai and shuriken that his classmates.
The armory was a fascinating place, though. Giant polearms, heavy maces and war hammers, as well as razor sharp swords and knives of every size and shape conceivable hung on the walls. However, Kiyoshi’s attention was drawn to a more dusty, unvisited section of the room. It only took him a moment to recognize what the strange implements were: Firearms! He’d never actually seen one up close before; well, not a real one. His father had gotten him a BB gun for Yule one year and taught him the basics of marksmanship and firearm safety, but the only actual firearms in the village were in their Lord’s armory at the castle. His father had wielded one for him years ago in a conflict with a rival Lord, and had been such a good shot that their Lord allowed him to use them to hunt the deer that wandered into the farming fields.
Kiyoshi reached out and picked up one of the smaller, bolt-action rifles, instinctively pulling the bolt back to ensure the chamber was clear and checking the safety.
“What’cha got there?”
Kiyoshi almost jumped in surprise, spinning around to see who had addressed him. The Academy Armorer stood a few paces behind him. He was a giant of a man, at least six-and-a-half feet tall and well over two hundred pounds. His bushy mustache, equally bushy eyebrows, and hair were all an iron grey, as were his eyes. He was simply adorned, much as Kiyoshi was. They both wore steel-toed boots and blue jeans. While Kiyoshi’s T-shirt was hidden under a dark grey hoodie, the Armorer wore a grey t-shirt, with his front covered by a grease-stained, dark brown, leather apron.
Making sure to keep the muzzle of the rifle pointed in a safe direction, he gave a slight, apologetic bow.
“I’m sorry, sir. I was just looking. I’ve never actually seen a firearm before.”
“Really? ‘Cause you sure seem to handle one like you have.” The man said, raising his right eyebrow inquisitively.
“Well, yeah – I mean, I used to have a BB gun back home. My dad taught me how to shoot with it, and how to be safe around them.”
“Oh, yeah? What’re the four fundamental rules for firearm safety?”
“Never point a firearm at anything you don’t intend to destroy; treat all firearms as if they were loaded; keep your finger off of the trigger until you’re ready to fire; be certain of your target, your line of fire, and what lies beyond your target.” Kiyoshi rattled them off from memory.
“Not bad, kid.” The armorer said, looking impressed. “Not a lot of shinobi know much about firearms. Why bother with ‘em if you can shoot a fireball out of your mouth, and such. You seem to know your way around them, though.” He cast an inspecting eye over the weapon Kiyoshi was holding. “That there’s a single-shot, bolt action, .22 long rifle. It was supposed to be what we train you youngsters on when you learn basic firearms safety and marksmanship, but no one’s used ‘em in a while. If you’re interested, you can take it over to the range and try ‘er out.”
“Yes, please! Thank you, sir!” Kiyoshi said, his eye’s lighting up at the thought. The armorer reached up onto a shelf and pulled down a piece of cardboard, a handful of round targets, a stapler, and a box of ammunition, and handed it to the young student. Most would consider giving a child a loaded firearm a bad idea; but this was a place where they taught children how to kill. The armorer had no more qualms about giving Kiyoshi the weapon than he did giving any other student a sword or a set of shuriken.
“There ya go. Don’t forget to grab a pair of disposable earplugs on your way out the door if you value your hearing.”
*******
As the afternoon wore on, and the shadows grew longer, the Armorer headed over to the range. That kid hadn’t come back with the rifle yet, and he was trying to close up shop. The steady “pop… pop… pop…” of the small caliber rifle could be heard a couple hundred yards away. Cursing under his breath, the armorer stuffed in a pair of earbuds as he approached the boy. He was laying in the prone, with the rifle resting on a sandbag. At first, the armorer couldn’t even tell what he was shooting at; but then he saw that Kiyoshi had placed the target a hundred yards downrange.
“CEASEFIRE!” He shouted to Kiyoshi, more so he could hear him through the earbuds and over the report of the rifle than out of any anger. Kiyoshi turned his head and saw the armorer. Ejecting the spent casing from the rifle, he placed it on Safe and set the barrel in the v-notched stake to the right of the sandbags before removing his ear protection.
“Boy, I admire your enthusiasm, but what do you think you’re going to hit down there?” The armorer said, exasperated at the waste of ammo.
“I was shooting at the target. It was too easy to shoot it any closer.” Kiyoshi said, confused.
“Too easy? Son, I’d be surprised if you could even hit the target at that range.” He said, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “I tell you what, if we go down there and check your target and there isn’t at least one hit in the black, you’re going to do a pushup for every round you’ve wasted.”
After clearing the range (which wasn’t hard, as there was no one else on it), the two made their way down to Kiyoshi’s target, the Armorer griping and grumbling the whole way. His complaining stopped when they got within a few feet of it, and he saw the three-inch hole Kiyoshi had drilled through the center of the target. The man gazed in bewilderment as Kiyoshi explained.
“After the first few rounds, I kept keyholing my shots…” Meaning the bullets kept flying through the same hole, leaving no indication of their passing. “So, I started going around the center of the hole, slowly expanding it. At one point, I made a smiley face, but I shot that out, too.”
After a long pause, the Armorer finally spoke. “Boy, I want to see you on my range every day after class, you hear? This is a talent you can’t afford to waste.”
*******
That was the start of Kiyoshi’s training. Every day after school, he would report to the Armorer, who would issue him a different weapon. Sometimes it was a rifle, sometimes a shotgun, and sometimes a pistol. He had him shooting at stationary paper targets, pop-up targets, and moving targets from every firing position he could think of. No matter what the caliber, whether he was prone, kneeling, or standing, Kiyoshi rarely ever missed; and, if so, just the once.
They would run drills with pop-up and moving target’s that sprung up at random, some of which also slung blunted darts at the firer. Still, Kiyoshi never missed. Rather than be distracted by the chaos, he seemed to thrive on it, becoming more and more accurate with each shot [Combat Instinct]. After their first couple of drills, he even seemed able to predict which targets would pop up, and which ones would fire at him [Insight]. The Armorer even acquired some targets that were filled with fake blood, and were designed to bleed more or less depending on where they were hit; but every time Kiyoshi shot one, it would gush out in rivulets no matter where the round struck [Bloody Mess]. It seemed that no matter what weapon he was firing, he could make it do precisely what he wanted it to do [Weapon Attunement]. He could even shoot faux weapons out of targets hands, or shoot out their kneecaps on command [Called Shot].
The only limitation to Kiyoshi’s marksmanship ability was trying to wield some of the larger, heavier weapons. The bigger they were, the harder they were to wield for an extended period of time; and the larger the caliber, the more the recoil affected his ability to do accurate follow-up shots. The armorer wasn’t worried; that would come with time as Kiyoshi got stronger and grew into adulthood. For now, he looked forward to seeing this young student develop into a true shinobi. A hawkeyed sniper was a priceless weapon. After all, you can’t kill what you can’t see; and Kiyoshi was shaping up to be the last thing the enemy never would.
[WC: 1881]
A few things, approvals first:
Now onto the stuff I can't approve.
- I'm approving of all of your abilities, but you're going to want to dump the CA application part of it into the Cloud Request board.
- The mechanics of the weapon seem fine so I'll approve that as well, but do remember that as per Technology and Taboo, semi-automatic rifles aren't allowed.
- Affinity and equipment are all approved too.
Now onto the stuff I can't approve.
- The CA, like I said before. You're gonna want to put it into the Cloud Request, but it should be fine if you put the same RP that you wrote here for that request.
- You can't put Dodge into the low category on your class, as per the class rules, so you'll have to redo that. Feel free to PM me if you need help with that.
- And just remember to not use your weapon as a semi-automatic rifle.
All right. I've edited the Class so that Ninjutsu Accuracy is Low, and Dodge is not.
I will post the CA Request in Cloud Request.
I PMed you RE the T&T issue.
Thank you!
I will post the CA Request in Cloud Request.
I PMed you RE the T&T issue.
Thank you!
Takahashi Kiyoshi said:
Current PL: 370.
Number of CA points check out.
Thus, approved.
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