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Thinking Vladimir, the Crimson Reaper, to play in Legion.
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I'd be interested as well.
Welp, Alucard needs to get some blood before he bursts.
Are the teachers supportive of students who requires things like that? Like, are they allowed to get blood packs from the infirmary, or drain domesticated cows?
Are the teachers supportive of students who requires things like that? Like, are they allowed to get blood packs from the infirmary, or drain domesticated cows?
I spend my days laying around. I DO have finals soon, though, so I may be on and off due to studying.
Kohonagakure Academy: Class 4-A
Kurai's sharp, half-lidded black eyes moved swiftly through the room in a vain effort to busy himself. Although the emotionally-distant boy was able to keep a firm grip on his emotions - anger, frustration, and anticipation in particular - he couldn't help but feel a tiny sliver of excitement worm itself into his heart. "Of course she makes us wait..." he whispered quietly to himself, turning his head to the side and leaning backwards. His feet, clad in soft leather sandals, rested casually on his wooden desk as the Nara laid backwards in typical Nara fashion, though if one looked closely, you could see his closed eyelids occasionally twitch, as if he was carefully looking through the slits of his eyelids instead of sleeping, which he usually did in these cases.
Nice. Thinking time... Kurai thought to himself, opening one eye, only to close it immediately due to the long locks of black hair that obscured, and scratched his pupils. A half-hearted sigh escaped his mouth, pushing the silky hair to the side, and exposing his eyesight back to the world. Back on topic...who would be the prime candidates for my team? Hm... His eyes opened slowly, and he gave another quick examination through the room. There was an abnormally tall Hyuuga girl. Kurai personally wasn't attracted to girls taller than him, but to each their own. Her clan's fighting style wouldn't support him as well. They were more offensive then tanky, although her eyesight would be great for ranged attacks. Think about using a crossbow from miles away.
Talk about effective.
There was a smaller, much smaller female - blind, if he remembered correct - sitting beside the taller Hyuuga. She used drumsticks as her choice of weapon as well. Effective, but seemingly loud and abrasive. He couldn't see her being on his team, for obvious reasons. His eyes turned to his right. Another male, this one with a slightly animalistic aura about him. Hm....most-likely not. Another one of those 'hoo-rah' taijutsu users, most likely. Kurai glanced to his left, and for once his naturally frowning lips tilted upwards into a half smirk. Rin. She was a tad easier to work with. He remembered her, mostly due to when they would train in the same fields occasionally, and because of their similar Academic prowess, in both the practical and book work. He gave a small nod. There was a 98.8 percent that she would be his female partner. Ryuto was the last choice he could think of, and Kurai was okay with him as well. His sealing work would be useful for the whole squad, and his taijutsu wasn't a joke. Personally, Kurai found pure taijutsu a tad idiotic, but some people made it work.
The teen glanced up once he heard the sound of a door open. Hiro-sensei gave him a smile, before taking her place at the podium near her desk. Kurai sat up straighter, resting a palm against his face once she began her speech...
"Squad 2 is as followed: Kurai Nara, Rin Yamakage, Ryuto Okami, and the sensei is Touzoku Hasenji."
The normal look of aloofness and apathy only warped for a second, showing a look of satisfaction, before regaining it's potency. "Called it." he muttered, straightening from his sleeping position and twitching his wrist expertly. In a silent flash of steel, his Tanto was clenched in gloved hands, tied by the hilt with ninja-wire for emergency sheathing reasons, and for offensive techniques. Kurai twirled it between his fingers, admiring it's impressive length, sharpness, and lightness. There was a carving inscribed into the blade. That of a bat. Something Kurai believed represented him pretty well. He stared at his reflection, channeling a bit of Raiton and Shadow chakra into the hilt, which transferred into the blade, making a transparent hue of electricty arch off of the blade, while shadows rippled around the edges.
"So, it's time..." he muttered, a smirk appearing on his face. He clenched his hand, and the Tanto was suddenly surrounded in shadowy chains, which dragged the blade back into it's sheathed position in the boy's sleeve. Kurai glanced up at the appearance of one of his teammates, Ryuto, approached his desk.
"Looks like us and Rin are going to be working together. Do you know anything about our sensei? I haven't heard about her before, is she a new sensei?"
Kurai sat up, giving the boy his usual lazy stare. "I believe so." he replied, knowing that the boy was about to say something else right after his first sentence. Right....about....now. "Hey Kurai. I finished my new seal, it has a huge shield in it. I can't wait to test it in battle, I don't even know if it's going to work though. If it does then it's going to really help me though. There one attacks that even I can't dodge." He then proceeded to show the seal, something Kurai could sparcely understand due to him studying the Art once or twice in the library.
"Hm...interesting. It should prove useful for blocking most attacks." he said, standing up to his full height and stretching his lean body languidly. After a small yawn, which was muffled by his scarf, Kurai stuffed his hands in his pockets, retaining his usual slouched, aloof posture. "Oi, Rin." he quietly greeted the girl who sat a seat away from him. He leaned back against the wall, looking at the door.
"Do you know anything of our new sensei?"
Kurai's sharp, half-lidded black eyes moved swiftly through the room in a vain effort to busy himself. Although the emotionally-distant boy was able to keep a firm grip on his emotions - anger, frustration, and anticipation in particular - he couldn't help but feel a tiny sliver of excitement worm itself into his heart. "Of course she makes us wait..." he whispered quietly to himself, turning his head to the side and leaning backwards. His feet, clad in soft leather sandals, rested casually on his wooden desk as the Nara laid backwards in typical Nara fashion, though if one looked closely, you could see his closed eyelids occasionally twitch, as if he was carefully looking through the slits of his eyelids instead of sleeping, which he usually did in these cases.
Nice. Thinking time... Kurai thought to himself, opening one eye, only to close it immediately due to the long locks of black hair that obscured, and scratched his pupils. A half-hearted sigh escaped his mouth, pushing the silky hair to the side, and exposing his eyesight back to the world. Back on topic...who would be the prime candidates for my team? Hm... His eyes opened slowly, and he gave another quick examination through the room. There was an abnormally tall Hyuuga girl. Kurai personally wasn't attracted to girls taller than him, but to each their own. Her clan's fighting style wouldn't support him as well. They were more offensive then tanky, although her eyesight would be great for ranged attacks. Think about using a crossbow from miles away.
Talk about effective.
There was a smaller, much smaller female - blind, if he remembered correct - sitting beside the taller Hyuuga. She used drumsticks as her choice of weapon as well. Effective, but seemingly loud and abrasive. He couldn't see her being on his team, for obvious reasons. His eyes turned to his right. Another male, this one with a slightly animalistic aura about him. Hm....most-likely not. Another one of those 'hoo-rah' taijutsu users, most likely. Kurai glanced to his left, and for once his naturally frowning lips tilted upwards into a half smirk. Rin. She was a tad easier to work with. He remembered her, mostly due to when they would train in the same fields occasionally, and because of their similar Academic prowess, in both the practical and book work. He gave a small nod. There was a 98.8 percent that she would be his female partner. Ryuto was the last choice he could think of, and Kurai was okay with him as well. His sealing work would be useful for the whole squad, and his taijutsu wasn't a joke. Personally, Kurai found pure taijutsu a tad idiotic, but some people made it work.
The teen glanced up once he heard the sound of a door open. Hiro-sensei gave him a smile, before taking her place at the podium near her desk. Kurai sat up straighter, resting a palm against his face once she began her speech...
"Squad 2 is as followed: Kurai Nara, Rin Yamakage, Ryuto Okami, and the sensei is Touzoku Hasenji."
The normal look of aloofness and apathy only warped for a second, showing a look of satisfaction, before regaining it's potency. "Called it." he muttered, straightening from his sleeping position and twitching his wrist expertly. In a silent flash of steel, his Tanto was clenched in gloved hands, tied by the hilt with ninja-wire for emergency sheathing reasons, and for offensive techniques. Kurai twirled it between his fingers, admiring it's impressive length, sharpness, and lightness. There was a carving inscribed into the blade. That of a bat. Something Kurai believed represented him pretty well. He stared at his reflection, channeling a bit of Raiton and Shadow chakra into the hilt, which transferred into the blade, making a transparent hue of electricty arch off of the blade, while shadows rippled around the edges.
"So, it's time..." he muttered, a smirk appearing on his face. He clenched his hand, and the Tanto was suddenly surrounded in shadowy chains, which dragged the blade back into it's sheathed position in the boy's sleeve. Kurai glanced up at the appearance of one of his teammates, Ryuto, approached his desk.
"Looks like us and Rin are going to be working together. Do you know anything about our sensei? I haven't heard about her before, is she a new sensei?"
Kurai sat up, giving the boy his usual lazy stare. "I believe so." he replied, knowing that the boy was about to say something else right after his first sentence. Right....about....now. "Hey Kurai. I finished my new seal, it has a huge shield in it. I can't wait to test it in battle, I don't even know if it's going to work though. If it does then it's going to really help me though. There one attacks that even I can't dodge." He then proceeded to show the seal, something Kurai could sparcely understand due to him studying the Art once or twice in the library.
"Hm...interesting. It should prove useful for blocking most attacks." he said, standing up to his full height and stretching his lean body languidly. After a small yawn, which was muffled by his scarf, Kurai stuffed his hands in his pockets, retaining his usual slouched, aloof posture. "Oi, Rin." he quietly greeted the girl who sat a seat away from him. He leaned back against the wall, looking at the door.
"Do you know anything of our new sensei?"
Gunther, how would your character's blood injure Alucard? Just curious. ^^
(Also, he's not really that arrogant. It's just in his smirks and smiles. Facial expressions, basically.)
(Also, he's not really that arrogant. It's just in his smirks and smiles. Facial expressions, basically.)
I find Titanpad very useful for writing out posts.
Microsoft Word is also recommended.
Microsoft Word is also recommended.
Bump.
Ace, would you like me to co-GM? I can get the IC up, and help out with anything.
Ace, would you like me to co-GM? I can get the IC up, and help out with anything.
In regards to Goki's statement, I believe that our team will be lethal in a more [Shinobi] sense. Kunai, throat-slitting, ninjutsu, executions, stealth. Especially since Kurai's future plan is to become an ANBU Commander. Personality-wise, they are all focused and intelligent. I can see the squad going far.
Edit: Actually, since Drummer's character is mostly taijutsu and strength, we may fail a bit in the speedy-espionage-assassination feel, but it provides more diversity.
@Realms: I was waiting for Drummer to post, then I was going to post a bit, but if you're just going to get your team then I believe it's up to those three.
Edit: Actually, since Drummer's character is mostly taijutsu and strength, we may fail a bit in the speedy-espionage-assassination feel, but it provides more diversity.
@Realms: I was waiting for Drummer to post, then I was going to post a bit, but if you're just going to get your team then I believe it's up to those three.
Alucard frowned.
This was both incredibly stupid of him, and not to mention dangerous. Through his crimson gaze, the Reaper could see the delicious Essence Of Blood flowing thickly through every mutant's veins, even from his position farthest away from everyone else in the atrium, near the farthest wall. He wasn't used to being near such a large amount of people, and long-controlled instincts were starting to surface. Blood red wisps of some sort of smoky substance started to gather above his left shoulder, and the teen frowned abruptly, turning his head to the side and inhaling. The mist seeped into his pale skin, adding into his substantial reserves of Blood, and giving him a small boost of self-confidence, something he usually had in droves. The problem was...he knew that he could probably handle a lot of these mutants. He wasn't arrogant in his ability - he was just confident that, if worse came to worse, that he could easily just go for the throat and hopefully get out alive. However....a whole atrium of students, teachers, and staff? He would be overtaken easily. He didn't even want to fight them, actually. But if he couldn't control his hunger - just until this speech was over, where he can sneak into the city and drain a mugger or other scum, then he would be either put down or locked up.
"Like that's going to happen..."
The pale teenager inhaled once more, as bloody mist began to seep from his skin and churn towards the ceiling. His calm breaths eventually caused the mist to seep back into his skin once more, and Alucard sat up straight against the wall, standing his full, impressive height of 6'2. He wouldn't fail himself, nor his mother and father...despite how ungrateful and pathetic his charges were. He would prevail. An apathetic smirk formed on his features, and his form suddenly turned crimson, caked over in mystical life fluid, before it hardened and chipped away into mist, which drifted out the nearby window and door cracks. A silent, relieved sigh flitted from between his lips. Now that he had covered the first layer of skin with an unseeable layer of blood-mist, it acted as a shield to keep anymore blood from escaping his pores until he forced the blood-armor to go away, or to absorb back into his flesh.
"Now, let's see what she has to say..." Alucard whispered in his regular calm, polite tone of voice, his eerie gaze turning upwards, just as the principal of the school entered the room. He leaned back against the wall once more, crossing his slender, sinewy arms.
As for outfitting, he wore a comfortable white dress-shirt that was customly tailored for breathing room, flexibility, along with tiny holes in the fabric to allow vapors to come out. A sleek, blood-red jacket covered that, with the collar permanently up and zipped, hiding his chin and mouth from view, while also covering his arms and hands, which wore leather gloves. Regular black jeans and high-top sneakers completed the outfit.
This was both incredibly stupid of him, and not to mention dangerous. Through his crimson gaze, the Reaper could see the delicious Essence Of Blood flowing thickly through every mutant's veins, even from his position farthest away from everyone else in the atrium, near the farthest wall. He wasn't used to being near such a large amount of people, and long-controlled instincts were starting to surface. Blood red wisps of some sort of smoky substance started to gather above his left shoulder, and the teen frowned abruptly, turning his head to the side and inhaling. The mist seeped into his pale skin, adding into his substantial reserves of Blood, and giving him a small boost of self-confidence, something he usually had in droves. The problem was...he knew that he could probably handle a lot of these mutants. He wasn't arrogant in his ability - he was just confident that, if worse came to worse, that he could easily just go for the throat and hopefully get out alive. However....a whole atrium of students, teachers, and staff? He would be overtaken easily. He didn't even want to fight them, actually. But if he couldn't control his hunger - just until this speech was over, where he can sneak into the city and drain a mugger or other scum, then he would be either put down or locked up.
"Like that's going to happen..."
The pale teenager inhaled once more, as bloody mist began to seep from his skin and churn towards the ceiling. His calm breaths eventually caused the mist to seep back into his skin once more, and Alucard sat up straight against the wall, standing his full, impressive height of 6'2. He wouldn't fail himself, nor his mother and father...despite how ungrateful and pathetic his charges were. He would prevail. An apathetic smirk formed on his features, and his form suddenly turned crimson, caked over in mystical life fluid, before it hardened and chipped away into mist, which drifted out the nearby window and door cracks. A silent, relieved sigh flitted from between his lips. Now that he had covered the first layer of skin with an unseeable layer of blood-mist, it acted as a shield to keep anymore blood from escaping his pores until he forced the blood-armor to go away, or to absorb back into his flesh.
"Now, let's see what she has to say..." Alucard whispered in his regular calm, polite tone of voice, his eerie gaze turning upwards, just as the principal of the school entered the room. He leaned back against the wall once more, crossing his slender, sinewy arms.
As for outfitting, he wore a comfortable white dress-shirt that was customly tailored for breathing room, flexibility, along with tiny holes in the fabric to allow vapors to come out. A sleek, blood-red jacket covered that, with the collar permanently up and zipped, hiding his chin and mouth from view, while also covering his arms and hands, which wore leather gloves. Regular black jeans and high-top sneakers completed the outfit.
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