an audience consisting of those of homosexual orientation~ but it certainly does still attract those of different orientations. This is THE place to be at. ;D
Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 7:20 pm
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XXXXXXX▇▇▇▇▇☣▇▇▇▇▇ Bexley Aviana▇▇
Gennin Assassin ▇▇▇Sunagakure▇▇▇130/130 Chakra ▇▇▇Sp/Str[10/3]▇▇▇Black Widow + Nara ▇▇▇Theme
Bexley walked calmly into the bar. Her bright ruby eyes scoured every single item in the bar. While it was true she was only sixteen, it did not stop her from ordering a drink. She would look to the bartender who was young, sexy, and fit in physique. Such a temptation might be hard for her to not go after once she got some liquid courage in her. While it was true that she was Buddhist in religion, she only dabbled and thus she used the dabbling as an excuse for her to do as she wished. Although she did decide that she needed to calm down, she figured she held herself in high enough regard to be calm and collect most of the time that it would be good to relax with a drink every now and then. She ordered promptly after tucking in her skirt under her leg and smiling while her silky smooth skin sat upon the bar stool. One martini. Gin, not vodka. Stir it for exactly ten seconds while looking at an unopened bottle of vermouth." She stated quietly but certainly loud enough to be heard. When the drink arrived, she tucked her hair behind her ear and delicately picked up the drink. She brought it to her lips promptly and began to sip on it very carefully before pulling the glass away from her mouth, closing her eyes, and sighing with the utmost sound of satisfaction. It was truly a pleasure for her to be able to partake in this human drink. Back in Arachnia, they didn't have any kind of drinks like this and it made her yearn for this world all the more. The human way of life, the Shinobi as they called it, was so utterly beautiful. She smiled down gratefully before putting the drink back on the counter. This was going to be a wonderful day. She may have not possessed many techniques but enough had happened that even the Kage himself had completely forgotten that she was even there and she was able to slip away completely unnoticed. This made her continually smile. How could anyone ever not be happy? She turned in her barstool as she leaned her back against the bar. Looking at the commotion of the villagers. This truly was as advertised. It was the place to be. She watched as everyone bustled around and danced and what not. She did not know what the whole point of this dancing this was but people sure seemed to enjoy it an awful lot. Maybe she would try it. She picked up her glass, brought it to her lips, and in one fell swoop she downed the entire thing.
The poor girl of one hundred and thirteen pounds found that it was quite strong as she already developed a killer buzz. What she did not know about alcohol was that it could change you and make you drunk. She had heard it was called liquid courage but never knew how it occurred... until now. She found herself falling down before she could ever manage to stand up. Her face went even more pale, an unnatural color for her before a man walked over and helped her up. They smiled and laughed and mumbled words together before picking her up and carrying her. The next thing she knew, she was outside and it was dark. She could not remember the way, only that she was fading in and out of reality. She was, for lack of a lengthy explanation, drunk off her a**. From one chugged martini.
She awoke later that night and when she did she could not believe what she had seen. She was tied up and left in a corner with a blindfold on. She could hear voices. She smiled at first as she created senbon out of her shadow and flicked them through her roped shackles. Apparently they did not know she was a ninja. She removed the blindfold and what she seen was quite horrifying even to her. Nude girls and men laid throughout the area, bodies that had their clothes gone and their throats slit. Blood pooled over the floor. It was weird to say the least and there was little to know about what had happened here. The question was how was all of this happening in Suna with no one noticing? Had the recently opened village already developed a crime syndicate? She had hoped this was not the case but it appeared to be so already. So early on and the village was already at risk. How horrible. She listened. She could hear the voices of those inside. They were so dreadfully boring. She could hear them drinking from something. She sat outside the door, bent low, and peered in the crack of the doorway. "Let's play a game... Lights out.. she whispered loud enough for them to all hear and just as they began to swivel their heads fast enough to cause pain in an old person to witness, she clicked off the lights as her shadow now extended inside their room. Shadows the strength of wood stabbed out from the ground and pierced and ran them through and when she returned on the light, nothing was there but all the men with a bunch of holes in their body. Such a shame to be them. But they well deserved what they did. She smiled as she headed into the room and begun to look through the corpses clothes. She found a note. A note that stated they were basically working for a higher up group but they had gone rogue it seems as this was a threatening note to not reveal the organization. She then left and went back to the bar where she talked with the owner a bit. It was a bit weird but she did learn some more information about the people who were there. She needed more though but she got money anyways.
Passives • Due to your high intelligence, you are able to analyze the battlefield and your opponent. By doing so you are able to predict the movements your opponent makes, before they even make them. This is not to be confused with perception. Tai styles such as the drunken fist, or other unpredictable styles, cannot be predicted. • You are able to manipulate your own shadows, you are not limited to grabbing your opponent, but are able to form weapons, armor, or shields from your shadows. However, this takes away from your actual shadow. • Members will always be able to manipulate their own shadow. • No one is immune to their shadow control • Due to your excellent battle strategy, all your teammates gain a +1/+1 • Natural Shadow Length: 30 feet • Shadow Creation Strength: Wood • Black Widows are immune to almost all forms of poison. • Arms & Legs Diamond Strength: (Locked) • No hand signs for Black Widow Techs • Superb Balance; Earth Jutsu Doesn't throw off; Sticks to Surfaces
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2015 1:26 am
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XXXXXXX▇▇▇▇▇☣▇▇▇▇▇ Bexley Aviana▇▇
Gennin Assassin ▇▇▇Sunagakure▇▇▇130/130 Chakra ▇▇▇Sp/Str[10/3]▇▇▇Black Widow + Nara ▇▇▇Theme
There was just so much she could do. What else could she do? Well she decided to trot around and look for something. She always ended up coming back to the bar but she was unsure of why. She had decided this time to stay away from the devil drink they called alcohol after she had learned of it's potent side effects. She went right up to the bar and once again commenced to verbalize with the man who was in charge.
"Hi, my designation is Bexley. Is it possible that you require some avail?" she asked very placidly afore the man visually examined her and smiled very gratefully.
"Affirmative, we very much indeed could utilize some avail little girl! Er.. Bexley. My apologies. You have very pulchritudinous ocular perceive-rs. Have you ever cooked afore?" He asked very curiously. She would be just about worthless if she had no conception on how to run a kitchen, though she did seem very pretty and could be utilized as a server. Though he would hope she would not imbibe alcohol again and culminate up in the kind of predicament she had been involved in earlier! She smiled as she ambulated placidly abaft the bar and into the kitchen. "You will require this... authentically that outfit will do. Here is an apron. She smiled as she gratefully accepted the apron and commenced to head to the back.
No more than ambulating through the door the girl literally about fainted as her jaw dropped approximately comically in surprise. How in the hell did they ever expect to run anything out of this kitchen?! It was beyond a mess.
She genuinely had no clue but smiled nonetheless and got diligent on it. She commenced to scrub the dishes clean to the extent that she could and cooked pabulum at the same time as beads of sweat rolled off of her body. She was working harder than she ever cerebrated she had too but she kenned that this had to be done. The reason as to why was that she needed it. She needed the mazuma so that she could open up a club and when this club commenced up she would be bouncing. Yeah. Bouncing in that ryo every month like crazy train. She couldn't avail but wait for it. It would be a great day for her to be capable of doing this. Very anon.
Yells and injuctively authorizes emerged the back into her window as she exerted herself strenuously to consummate them all. She would require to go and visually perceive the Kazekage after this so that she could get her promotion to Chuunin. Reason why? She did twice the amount of missions after this to get her promotion. She smiled at this and her ruby colored ocular perceivers shown effulgent as she perpetuated to work through the pain and fatigue. She would eventually be able to be done with this and move on.
All kinds of dishes came through. many of these foods and injuctively authorizes she had never once aurally perceived of and even commenced to wonder if they were even licit.. It was highly possible that many of the foods that she had accommodated were illicit and she took note of this to ascertain later. She could then utilize this to avail her jump start her own business. She would eventually become so renowned and famous for her club and clubs scenes that she would be the ultimate entrepreneur of the shinobi world. Was that her calling? No but she could utilize it to fund neophyte shinobi. If she did indeed fail at funding tyro shinobi, she would be able to avail them grow more vigorous and they would owe a debt to her. She smiled at this phrenic conception, with mazuma came power and she was about to have a plethora of both but all in good time. Very anon she would have all that she desired. Mazuma, fame, potency, fortunes, etc. Anon, very anon.
So many shinobi had recently came into the Sand that she did have to wonder. Where did they all emanate from and if they all emanated from one place what were they all doing? The village needed avail and needed stuff to be done. If it ever got done. But were they all working just as diligently as she was? She could not even commence to understand how hard the others were working but something told her that she consummated more missions than they generally did. Very anon she would have her answer but after she culminated here, she would go to optically discern the Kazekage and ask him for a promotion. After all she took down a malefaction syndicate, recuperated information, and availed out a bar when it was in need and kept it flowing as a stable source of tax revenue. These were all impressive feats.
More so for a gennin. No one would expect a gennin to be able to make all of these feats possible but somehow she had managed to do them as she cerebrated over, mulling it, as she perpetuated doing more and more dishes. She prepared every single one to the best of her ability but when she recollected that not all of these dishes were licit, she recollected that she may not be doing these right albeit the ordinant dictations were pellucid. However, was this man part of the higher up part of that syndicate? It was authentically hard to verbalize for sure but she was sufficiently certain and growing ever more certain that in some way he was. How else did an adolescent man of that age get his own bar when he couldn't do missions as a shinobi because he simply wasn't one? Of course, she would ascertain in time. Perhaps she would bust him and do surveying out on him for when it came time for her Jounnin promotion. These were noetic conceptions that she would keep in mind. After all, time and patience were a virtue in this life.
Passives • Due to your high intelligence, you are able to analyze the battlefield and your opponent. By doing so you are able to predict the movements your opponent makes, before they even make them. This is not to be confused with perception. Tai styles such as the drunken fist, or other unpredictable styles, cannot be predicted. • You are able to manipulate your own shadows, you are not limited to grabbing your opponent, but are able to form weapons, armor, or shields from your shadows. However, this takes away from your actual shadow. • Members will always be able to manipulate their own shadow. • No one is immune to their shadow control • Due to your excellent battle strategy, all your teammates gain a +1/+1 • Natural Shadow Length: 30 feet • Shadow Creation Strength: Wood • Black Widows are immune to almost all forms of poison. • Arms & Legs Diamond Strength: (Locked) • No hand signs for Black Widow Techs • Superb Balance; Earth Jutsu Doesn't throw off; Sticks to Surfaces
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2015 10:32 am
Kaijuu Fuwa
"For out of the ground we were taken, for the dust we are..."
Kaijuu walked into the bar and sat down in the corner tiredly. Luckily for him it was the middle of the day and so it was pretty much empty. A waitress approached him and asked what it was he wished to order. "A pitcher of ice cold water, filet hibachi, seared ahi tuna, and a bowl of ramen with everything in it." Kaijuu said politely and concisely intending to eat everything he could.
When the waitress returned with the plates of food Kaijuu thanked her and began to tear into the meal before him. Everything looked so delicious Kaijuu couldn't help but eat a bit of everything between gulps of water. Although he was savagely eating this food he strangely did not make any sort of mess and was able to gorge himself without looking like a slob.
Bexley simply smiled. What else could the young girl do? She had completed two missions, gained her chuunin promotion, all was going well in the world. But little did she know that nothing ever went well for too long. If by some mystical force kept life from always being good, so that when the good did happen we could fully appreciate the good when it did rear its head. Sadly, ugliness had to rear its evil had, because it was its turn to shine. And would the evil shine oh so brightly, bright enough to blanket the blood red massacre that was about to befall the bar folks.
Could you even imagine what it would be like if the world was always peaceful? She simply smiled at the thought. It would be as if the world itself no longer needed shinobi. You see, as long as men and women with power existed… the world would never truly be at peace. For every one hundred men and women who wish to use their power for pseudo peace… it only took one man or woman to acquire the power to do something evil to a quarter of them and cause a quell to stir among them all and end in hatred, revenge, and disaster.
They were simply never safe in this world. As she peered among the young individuals in the crowd. None of these people were shinobi that she knew of. None of them had the power but had shinobi gone extinct, they would still find a way to wage war… she believed. War was simply endless. It was a fact that could never go away. It was simply something that was a universal constant. It mattered not how much effort or time she spent in trying to save the world because in the end. Everyone would die and the hate would continue.
This was probably why she had become an assassin. She wanted the desire to be able to exterminate all those who could pose a future threat before they ever acquired power. To end the suffering before it began, being a Nara she possessed the abilities as well as being highly, genetically even, superior in the ways of intellect. So. What was she to do? Well if she wanted to use her intellect, she could even begin to ponder as to why this was the way it was. After all…
Who was it who decided who the threat was? The threat to who? The people? But wouldn’t one person say that one party is a threat while another is not? That was the ultimate problem with the world, individualism. You have to have it for true society and peace to exist yet you cannot have true peace if you have it. It was a troubling concept. A concept that kept people from truly enjoying peace. If everyone was the same then you would never have individualism and life would be boring as hell. Well, that was the thought anyways.
Could one even imagine what would happen if someone was to obtain enough power to destroy or conquer the world? She heard tales of two extremely powerful groups that were up and coming. One was the Kech something and the other was the surpreme something... she thought it had something to do with celery. You would think she would remember with her higher intellect but the problem with this was that she could not because she was drunk at the time of hearing it. Well guess what, more than likely one of those groups would sooner or later declare themselves god and be able to change the world for either the good or better, one of the two groups had to be what she as a person would consider good but the real problem was what if the speach was nothing but false lies and all a front for destruction?
What even was a god? Was it someone who was of higher power and understanding or is it rather something more? Or less? Is it simply a man or a woman or a child who has acquired power, enough power and influence to change the future of mankind for eons to come? A Millennia? A century? Or even a decade? Did you even need to change the world at all? What if you gave people the power and influence or trained them and they were the ones to become the future leaders but they all revered you and you died in some kind of way that made you the ultimate martyr… did you then become a god? If you were revived by the fabled queen’s drop, did you become a living diety? Or did you simply cease to hold onto your god like authority because you had died long before?
Another good question was, if the people believed you to actually be a god, and you have acquired such a status, do you then get the right to be known how you want to be known? If you act out of turn does this not make you a false god? If you act benevolent for the sake of being known for benevolence and not for the sake of benevolence itself, are you not a false god? A false god was something many people and recorded deities could be threatened with being charged as. Amaterasu, the sun goddess was able to be threatened with the label as a false god because she was never true to herself. In fact, she was a spiny two bit whore with an ego complex. She could never understand why people worshipped her so dearly. She absolutely felt disgusted by the so called goddess of the sun, she was more like the whore of the sheets in the day. But that was neither here nor there and only she could realize that she was spreading hate by spewing all of this in her mind. It was as if she was lacing her very mind with poison by harboring such thoughts of wickedness.
What else could she do while she had it on her mind? Well, she for one decided to order a drink. She ordered once again a gin martini, not vodka of course, extra dirty, no olive, stirred for exactly ten seconds and never shaken while looking at an unopened bottle of vermouth. This was of course, a classy drink for a classy broad. Even though being an assassin was far from completely being classy. Her white gloves grasped the glass as she brought it to her lips and began to delicately sip on it like the fragile creature she was.
Once again, she sighed with the utmost satisfaction of the drink as it graced her lips. It was a remembrance of her parents. Her father and mother, the utmost in prestige of assassins, were by far able to hold this drink down. It reminded her completely of her life earlier on. Old music playing in the background as her father and mother came back with a carcass for dinner, eagerly waiting to be prepared, as her father made himself a drink and began to sip down upon the drink and sighing with great satisfaction at it.
Heavenly was the term. Of course, her drinks were easily paid for by the amount of money she was racking up each day. She was racking up about fifty thousand ryo a day and that was something she was very impressed with. And why wouldn’t she be? So much money was flooding so quickly into her life, she couldn’t even understand why she needed anything. Why did she even need to become a jounnin in title? Her first day out of the academy and she met the Kazekage, gained chuunin, and earned over fifty thousand ryo on her own. She was, for lack of a better term, going to be well off.
Soon she would be able to invest in a club, imagine that, if she invested in a club and it made enough money every month… she would be able to buy anything she could ever need. She dreamed of an airship. An airship that was fully upgradeable. And in time she would buy things for the village. She would make the village the most prestige place in the world. She alone would be able to easily afford the gates, the village upgrades, and the monster itself. Her generosity would be known throughout the entire Sand, and once she was well enough known. It would be her that would get to reap the benefits. Such a high enough and frequent enough donation could alone make her worthy of a Kage position or even a Shogun position. In time, in a lot of time, she would become the number on influence of the world… well Sunagakure’s world. But that was okay. Because with her power and influence she would be able to be balanced in one way or another. She could perhaps even hire mercenary groups of ninja.
She wondered what the people would think of such things. Would they be open to the very idea of her, at a power play position, hosting and entertaining rogue ninja and mercenaries to do their dirty work? Well. It was plausible that they would either like it or absolutely hate it. But either way it went, her word would be law. She wondered, would her having this much power, money, and influence make her a god? Make her word more desirable among the power hungry than the Kage’s? Surely with her money she would be able to collect the ear of the shogun much easier than the Kage would.
Could she only imagine the amount of money and influence she would have. The club, if successful which was a guarantee, could become the biggest hot spot in Suna. Much bigger than this bar was. She sipped again on her martini, it was by far from forgotten. She smiled blissfully as she fantasized about all the wealth. Surely this did not make her a bad person, did it? That was laughable. A bad person? Did shinobi even hold such things? She was an assassin even. She was probably the farthest thing from good just by nature alone.
It was sad really. Because even if she did desire the chance to be good and holy. It would be nearly impossible for her to ever be considered good. Most people hear that she is not only a shinobi, but an assassin, a nara who uses shadows to kill, and the black widow race of poison and silk destruction… it truly would be something alone that causes fear in those who already despise the shinobi way of life. Could they really be blamed? Her people did nothing but kill and slaughter in the name of territory and power because they could and wanted.
Did anyone ever stop to think that maybe this wasn’t what was best for their people? To blindly kill because of the sovereignty of the nation depended on it. Did it REALLY depend on it to survive or did it just need it for the sake of prosperity in ways of fame? She didn’t believe killing and mass genocide and war were truly ways to gain fame but rather that that path gained you infamy. There truly was no way to gain fame without benevolence, but again, who decided who and what was and was not benevolent?
If good was in the eye of the beholder, than was benevolence not as well? Did evil and good interchange depending on the person you spoke too. So, could her money and fame and power all make her something evil instead of something good? Would it all change on her and make her despised by the sheer jealousy twisted mindset people shared? It would be hard to say. She felt that, in the end, it didn’t really matter what she done. So long as her goals were accomplished and she did them in the best way possible for everyone involved.
Tick tock went the clock on her life however. She needed to get her things done and needed to do them quick. Looking at the bartender, she smiled as he began to speak about how things needed to be ran and how things were ran. She decided to help the man and after she did, she simply left. She once again, made her future competitor prosper and stay afloat. It was such a nice thing of her to do. She could not give an answer as to why she decided to do it though.
Passives • Due to your high intelligence, you are able to analyze the battlefield and your opponent. By doing so you are able to predict the movements your opponent makes, before they even make them. This is not to be confused with perception. Tai styles such as the drunken fist, or other unpredictable styles, cannot be predicted. • You are able to manipulate your own shadows, you are not limited to grabbing your opponent, but are able to form weapons, armor, or shields from your shadows. However, this takes away from your actual shadow. • Members will always be able to manipulate their own shadow. • No one is immune to their shadow control • Due to your excellent battle strategy, all your teammates gain a +1/+1 • Natural Shadow Length: 30 feet • Shadow Creation Strength: Wood • Black Widows are immune to almost all forms of poison. • Arms & Legs Diamond Strength: (Locked) • No hand signs for Black Widow Techs • Superb Balance; Earth Jutsu Doesn't throw off; Sticks to Surfaces
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2015 11:44 pm
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Chuunin Assassin ▇▇▇Sunagakure▇▇▇180/180 Chakra ▇▇▇Sp/Str[12/4]▇▇▇Black Widow + Nara ▇▇▇Theme
Walking into the bar, for what felt like the billionth time, she entered only with the idea of ordering something to drink and some good conversation. Ruby eyes looked to the man behind the counter as she spoke, "Martini made with gin, not vodka, stirred for exactly ten seconds while looking at an unopened bottle of vermouth." She spoke promptly before tucking her skirt under her legs and sitting at the bar stool. The liquid was poured into a glass before her bright eyes as the wind blew, dancing with her ebony hair. She smiled as she grasped the glass with white gloves and brought it to her soft lips and sipped lightly. She closed her eyes, held out the drink, and sighed with a satisfaction.
Passives • Due to your high intelligence, you are able to analyze the battlefield and your opponent. By doing so you are able to predict the movements your opponent makes, before they even make them. This is not to be confused with perception. Tai styles such as the drunken fist, or other unpredictable styles, cannot be predicted. • You are able to manipulate your own shadows, you are not limited to grabbing your opponent, but are able to form weapons, armor, or shields from your shadows. However, this takes away from your actual shadow. • Members will always be able to manipulate their own shadow. • No one is immune to their shadow control • Due to your excellent battle strategy, all your teammates gain a +1/+1 • Natural Shadow Length: 30 feet • Shadow Creation Strength: Wood • Black Widows are immune to almost all forms of poison. • Arms & Legs Diamond Strength: (Locked) • No hand signs for Black Widow Techs • Superb Balance; Earth Jutsu Doesn't throw off; Sticks to Surfaces
So he was observant? Not replying to that statement, she simply led him along to the bar. She had been there several times, but only ordered things like water or juice- never a shot. But she had this burning feeling to show off to him, so the minute they stepped into the place Nik looked towards the bar tender. "I'd like a blow job." She decided quickly. The guy stared at her weirdly but prepared it, putting some whip cream on top of it and sliding it in front of her. Cutting a glance to Lars, she smirked, and then put her head down. When she came back up, the glass was between her lips and emptying the liquid down her throat.
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Bloodline: Lydian
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2015 6:08 pm
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Lars just blinks twice and then looks to the bartender with a raised finger,
"I'll uh...just have a juice please"
He was impressed but also surprised that they had such a drink in this bar.
◭Testial((Akuma Oda)) Uchiha ◮ There a Crow,A cawing bird.... Should it stop cawing. ⇍⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎ Entering the bar, Testial would be greeted by the bartender. "Oh hello." He said , he was offered a drink but he kindly refuse, testial doesn't drink. "There she is." He would say to himself before heading over to Nikola until, he noticed a man of rather familiar looks. "No way lars...he must think im dead still." He smiled and headed over to great him. "Lar-" He thought about it for a second and then decided it fully, he was going to greet lars. A wise man he knew, who for some reason liked creamed tea....was it cream tie, Gah whatever. "Lars." The voice would call out to him as testial approached him. ⇍⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎u⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎ ▸ Then I shall arise from the dead. ▹▸And reap my will across the land,All those who seek to oppose.. ▸▹▸Should I find myself dying, Sinking into the eternal abyss... Then I will remember the proud blood of dragons I harbor, Testial The Second Son!
• Sharingan Perception While the Sharingan is active, the wielder is able to see even the slightest movements made by their targets, making them near impossible to trick with a sleight of hands move; this includes being able to see chakra, even underground.
• Jutsu Mimicry While in battle, the Sharingan can let the wielder mimic a jutsu that was used in the previous post as long as the wielder may use that jutsu for an additional 50% chakra. The user may mimic a jutsu that is not of an element they possess, as long as it is below their rank, for double the chakra cost. Any jutsu mimiced lose 1 rank in power
• Jutsu Copying While observing a jutsu be performed, the Sharingan may copy the chakra patterns used to perform the jutsu, allowing the wielder to gain instant knowledge of how to perform the jutsu. In order to learn the jutsu, it must be a jutsu the user is normally able to perform, meaning only jutsu of their element, clan, or bloodline.
• Genjutsu Identification Due to the ability to see one's chakra flow, the wielder of the sharingan may see when one's flow is being disrupted by a genjutsu or tell when they themselves are under one, allowing them to break out of them easier.
• High Chakra (+50 Chakra)
• Class Upgrades (Natural Users Only -- No Implants): Since the Uchiha are considered genuises at most everything they do, it's inferred that they're slightly better at what they do than those around them. As such, depending on the class of the Uchiha member, they gain a specific bonus for their character:
Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2015 9:33 pm
Kaijuu Fuwa
"For out of the ground we were taken, for the dust we are..."
Kaijuu sighed taking a deep breath having completely finished his hulk of a meal and downing the giant glass of water before him as well. "Thanks." He said softly as the waitress cleared his table. Kaijuu glanced over and saw the genin from earlier that had allowed him to fight the current leader. He wished that she would have been able to fight with him but she simply watched and then just disappeared at the conclusion of his fight.
Kaijuu was a bit saddened by this he really wished she would have fought with him. He had never fought along side someone and a soft sigh escaped his lips before his gaze returned to the top of the table which he sat. "Who am I kidding Shukaku... I am always fighting along side someone." He mused apologizing for momentarily forgetting. The demon within him although usually attempting to torment Kaijuu was currently being rather supportive having been temporarily won over but Kaijuus work ethic and natural talent for sand.
The demon merely huffed before receding back down deciding not to pick a fight for now and give Kaijuu a momentary break from the constant insults. He continued sitting at his table deciding if he should approach and speak to her or if he should just remain silent.
Lars tilted his head to the side, having his neck crack, he could hear a familiar voice and almost immediately upon gazing at him, a torrent of memories returned back. He stood himself up slowly after downing some good old alcohol,
"Ah...yes...hello Testial."
His speaking was slow because of the sudden torrent of new memories and old memories mixing and melding together.
In the VIP section of the bar sat a very eccentric looking man surrounded by a harem of women. This man is not rich enough to be in that area, but he possesses certain...Abilities that allow him to get things he wants. His broad sword being played around with by some of the girls while he kissed another in her neck down to her chest. These women worshipped him and all he had to do was look them in the eyes and tell them everything would be okay. "Hahahahaa. Aleks tell us. Why are your eyes so white?" One of the girls asked rubbing her hand along his chest. He gave her a sly grin and looked around dramatically to see if anyone was watching or listening. "Secretly...I'm a Hyuuga,, but don't tell no one or I might get into a lot of trouble..." He said before kissing her. Aleks had the power to leave them out of breath. Whether he was sucking their soul in or not he didn't care. It felt good for him and for them as well. At least he thought it did. Secretly however, Aleks wasn't in the bar for women. That he could do whenever he felt like it and the VIP area in some nowhere bar was not his local hotspot. He was actually there on a super secret mission. Higher ups contacted him due to his powers of influence to infiltrate a gang lord who was coming into the village. His favorite spot to go to was the VIP area Aleks was currently taking advantage of. His mission was not to attack the drug lord since his body guard would probably be too powerful for him to take on alone. "Pfft. ******** that." Aleks said to himself while thinking about the meeting with his superiors. Aleksandr wasn't about to back down to a couple of panzy drug lords.
Born the son of two Incubus who for whatever reason were also part Hyuuga. Aleksandr lived most of his early days in Thakur. One of the tribes in which the more aggressive incubus lived. There were other tribes, but Incubus live in their tribes for life. Aleksandr being a new exception. The boy wasn't fit for the boring lifestyle of his people anymore and so he went rouge leaving behind all he had in hope of a life filled with the adventure he craved. On his journey he met a young aspiring samurai named Oga. Aleksandr became fascinated with the whole honor business deal, but not in the way Oga viewed honor. Either way the two have journeyed together ever since and finally ended up in Sunagakure. The Immortal Samurai Duo.
Now he was about to come to face to face with an important and powerful drug lord. Was he nervous? "Hell no." Was he going to cower at the might of stronger foes? "Hell no." Aleksandr was only a gennin, but he had the cocky attitude of someone granted the rank of Sannin.
In the corner of his eye he could see some other familiar shinobi at the normal bar. Whether or not they were academy partners he couldn't remember. Then, finally, the show began. The drug lord was a chubby fella. He wore a white Mafioso suit and a black hat completely clashing with the rest of his outfit. From what Aleksandr could tell he was about six feet tall and carried no visible weapons. Behind him were two body guards. Both had distinct appearances and most definitely were armed to the teeth. He watched them from behind his women as they walked over to their own personal area behind a closed curtain. Women who were not under Aleks' spell quickly followed suit. "Target on sight." He mumbled to himself as he pushed women off of him. He was about to confront the three when he felt something strange. Almost like...He turned around and witnessed his broad sword being stolen. One of his most prized possessions. "Hey! You ********!" The gennin chassed after the thief out of the bar, but lost track of him somehow. "Big ninja I am." He grumbled with both hands on his head. A samurai was nothing without his sword even if he had other power abilities to use. Either way the mission was done in a way all he had to do now was report it to his superiors and get his money.
She downed it, it felt sour slithering down her throat but that wasn't the complete point. After making a face, her kage decided to swoop in and the way the two males were looking at each other, they must have been acquaintances. "Mr. Kazekage?" She covered her mouth and burped slightly into it, before scrambling to bow. "To what may I owe the pleasure?" She didn't do it because she vowed her life to this particular kage, instead it was the manners her mother had taught her, and the similarities between his position and her fathers.
Henir: 150/150
Bloodline: Lydian
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Speed: 7 Strength: 5
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 5:26 am
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◭Testial((Akuma Oda)) Uchiha ◮ There a Crow,A cawing bird.... Should it stop cawing. ⇍⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎ Testial would rub the back of his head and smile. It was sudden that NIkola bowed but he didn't want her to have the hassle, then again he would look unprofessional as a kage if he told her she didn't have to bow, or call him kage. "Oh right, sorry Nikola, Its just this was my villages sage, he always gave me tips and made me into what I am today. Oh right, Nikola, the shogun has informed me of a rouge infestation worse then the last one out at sandstone village. I came to ask you, would you like a chance to prove your metal and be rewarded, If so, you me and Yuuki are to head out there." He said to her. He informed her. ⇍⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎u⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎ ▸ Then I shall arise from the dead. ▹▸And reap my will across the land,All those who seek to oppose.. ▸▹▸Should I find myself dying, Sinking into the eternal abyss... Then I will remember the proud blood of dragons I harbor, Testial The Second Son!
• Sharingan Perception While the Sharingan is active, the wielder is able to see even the slightest movements made by their targets, making them near impossible to trick with a sleight of hands move; this includes being able to see chakra, even underground.
• Jutsu Mimicry While in battle, the Sharingan can let the wielder mimic a jutsu that was used in the previous post as long as the wielder may use that jutsu for an additional 50% chakra. The user may mimic a jutsu that is not of an element they possess, as long as it is below their rank, for double the chakra cost. Any jutsu mimiced lose 1 rank in power
• Jutsu Copying While observing a jutsu be performed, the Sharingan may copy the chakra patterns used to perform the jutsu, allowing the wielder to gain instant knowledge of how to perform the jutsu. In order to learn the jutsu, it must be a jutsu the user is normally able to perform, meaning only jutsu of their element, clan, or bloodline.
• Genjutsu Identification Due to the ability to see one's chakra flow, the wielder of the sharingan may see when one's flow is being disrupted by a genjutsu or tell when they themselves are under one, allowing them to break out of them easier.
• High Chakra (+50 Chakra)
• Class Upgrades (Natural Users Only -- No Implants): Since the Uchiha are considered genuises at most everything they do, it's inferred that they're slightly better at what they do than those around them. As such, depending on the class of the Uchiha member, they gain a specific bonus for their character:
Lars chuckled, putting his hands on his hips as Testial spoke of who he was, "no need to bring up old times my friend, I tried to leave that all behind as well as my memories of that village. Even him." Testial would know who he was talking about as well as why he would say that. He sighs and dusts his pants off of anything he got from sitting in that stool, "ah, a mission? You should go young Nikola, it seems that your village needs you."
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