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Naruto: Revival

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Naruto: Revival

Shizuka Ichimi

^{Konohagakure | Chūnin | Breezy-nin}

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^{TIME: Present Day - Morning | LOCATION: Earth Challenge Room | INTERACTION: @LadyinInk@Altered Tundra@Reflection}

It seemed as though the siphoning of their resources had affected his teammates greatly as well, the most detrimental one being Kiku. When Shizuka turned his back after speaking with Kurin, he saw her fall to the floor along with her weapons and her lavish lavender hair. It was weird, while it was true of any leader or friend to be extra protective of their squad, Shizuka couldn’t get past this weird sensation he had started to get ever since the beginning of the exams when involved with this girl. Shizuka wanted to reach out and run forward to go help her, but it seemed she was stronger than any of them had imagined as she struggled to her feet and made her way towards the group.

Jaakuna had made his way over to the group first, perhaps the one that was the least effected by the branding procedure. Jolly as ever he unintentionally rose the morale of the team with his overwhelmingly positive and optimistic vibe. Before he could say anything to Thunder God, Kiku had collapsed and latched onto Shizuka. The sudden grasp onto his hands triggered his instincts as he clenched tight, but not to the point it was causing any pain. Shizuka turned to face her only to see what state she was in. He needed to get his team out of these caves so they could properly rest or seek the aid of a medical ninja. She pawed her way up to his arm slowly getting used to the effects of the trade.

If it weren’t for the dire situation presented to them, Shizuka would have noticed how closely she was holding him in her two arms, that and the obvious buxom beauty making contact with his arm, but then again he probably didn’t know what that sensation was either. Just then the light bulb in Jaakuna’s head went off and with it the creation of light in his hand, well it was lightning, but you get the gist. As he complimented her on her scent, she pushed herself into Shizuka, before rebounding off of him. He knew she didn’t want to seem weak so he bit his tongue, but for her to lead them in the state she was in was quite questionable.

Slapping the back of the Sundance kid, Shizuka spoke, “Well let’s hope the Kingdom Comes when we see whatever’s inside of here. I’m counting on you sparky, I hope your aim is better than my nicknames. Sparky Sparky boom man.” Little did he know that was the last time there would be a moment of tranquility and laughter. With all four of them stepping into the room the mood quickly shifted from bad to worse. The door sealed shut behind them with no way to open quickly filled the room with dread. Shizuka’s wind senses were going crazy, there was something wrong, something that should be avoided at all costs. A sudden flash of white light cast down on each of them separately, what was this trial and it’s fetish with lights and runes?

It seemed like it was all for the curtain reveal of their next challenge, an actual challenge, a monstrous golem so large it could have only been a shadow of the colossus. Whatever weird sheek metal lined the room and the sleeping giant was of no real importance to Shizuka, Kurin would most likely be well versed in metals and how they interacted with his wood. Shizuka tasked himself with finding the beasts weak spots. There was something off about the way the runes were interacting, it seemed as though it were a loading bar that was uploading their deaths. The golem was alive now and was taking its first steps in what must have been centuries. The floor shook more violently than their arrival and the room of the first exam, the might of this behemoth was too much for anyone one of them to handle alone.

Now moving at a normal pace and drawing energy to what seemed to be its palms, Shizuka’s gut wrenched in anticipation for what seemed to be an attack. “RUN, NOW!” he screamed before scooping up Kiku into his arms and taking off with a propulsion of wind beneath his feet. Looking down at Kiku to check her condition he casually smiled at her, “Are you okay? Didn’t mean to sweep you off your feet.” Although it was a nice alternative to being crushed. “Can you try your best to use your senses and see if you can see anything auspicious about the golem for us? I’m counting on you cloudy eyes.” Shizuka landed softly and gently let down Kiku since it was clear she was still getting used to her weakened state. The Golem didn’t see so much as care about the ninja rather it was feeding off of the room itself.

Too fast for them to stop Shizuka needed to bring his A game. From what he could tell, it seemed the Golems, like the one before with the transformer abdomen, relied on a source of power as if they had localized batteries within their bodies. That was it! They had battery like appendages that conducted electricity. They just needed to destroy the palms of the beast and they would be victorious. Shizuka being on the other side of the room and the noise being in favor of the Golem, he quickly whispered into his hand before he let his words travel through his wind which would hopefully carry the good news to the two on the other side. Being split up would make it harder for them to be hit, but would also prevent them from executing a plan cleanly. But before they could even consider catching a break the monster was already charging up what seemed to be a very destructive blast. If he learned anything in his 17 years of life, it was to not get hit by a giant laser cannon of death.
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Naruto: Revival

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Naruto: Revival

Shizuka Ichimi

^{Konohagakure | Chūnin | Breezy-nin}

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^{TIME: Present Day - Morning | LOCATION: Earth Challenge Room | INTERACTION: @LadyinInk@Altered Tundra@Reflection}

Shizuka was wondering if he would feel any pressure soon, hopefully this thing examined his blood pressure and let him know whether he was being healthy or not. He didn’t really track his vitals, but he was pretty athletic and ate modestly, except strudels, oh how they cursed him and taunted him with their delicate fluffy pastryness. Shizuka’s hair raised on end when he heard the shrill of his teammate "What're you doing!? We don't even know what that thing is gonna do yet!" Shizuka half wanted to start screaming in pain and fall to floor as if his arm was being shredded life cheese, but the other half of him couldn’t think since it was her turn to invade his personal space. Shizuka had never experienced a foreign power challenging him so closely, well he did, but it was never a female, generally all males. Time seemed to slow down as she got closer to him, there was something wrong with his body. His heartbeat started to rise slowly, had the pressure measurer started working? No it was something else. ”Thump…Thump…Thump” his heart playing in his ears now.

There was also a feint smell of lavender from what he could have only assumed was coming from the girl and her hair. It was a relaxing smell, one that reminded him of the plants in the garden his mother owned back when he lived in Sunagakure, it was nothing but sand yet his mother had a green thumb that could make everything grow. While the scent was essential for calming nerves and alleviating headaches, Shizuka’s mind was still doing laps. His temple had small beads of sweat and his cheeks began to gain a small hint of red. Before he could stumble over his words her finger met his forehead, positive energy injected into his body. She sauntered off and Shizuka coughed loudly while fixing his garments before shaking himself out of it and nodding in agreement.

Breaking the awkward air only he felt he turned and peered beyond the throne to his teammate whom he liked more and more as he was almost as open as Shizuka was. “Oi, Thunder God! I saw a fish. That is all. Go back to sticking your hand in stuff.” As soon as he finished Jaakuna thrusted his hand into the proper mechanism and the room began to transform once again. One again the flashing lights came on and the machine tightened around Shizuka’s arm leaving no room to move around. Quickly the feeling of draining coursed through his body, his chakra was being sapped, and he was feeling woozy this time not from Kiku passing by him. With the draining also came a seal that felt like a hot brand being placed on his skin. Trying to control his breathing, Shizuka bared the pain and kept his focus while the Golem was coming to life. Did miners really do this when they needed to move around?

With his arm released and the golem having paved the way for them to continue on, with hopefully their final challenge, Shizuka stood up and walked over to his other two teammates. “Are you guys alright? At least we got matching tattoos am I right?” Letting out a feint weakened chuckle. He may not have been the Leader Kurin intended to be, but he was a kind leader ensuring the safety and health of his comrades. He reached out a hand in case anyone had stumbled. Shizuka wanted to get out of this dreaded tombstone, he walked into the hallway and quickly glazed over the painting and its cryptic messages. There was no worm and the other inscriptions had been useless up until now, the creators really knew how to waste their time down here. There was a bitterness nipping at his skin upon entering the cold dark room. His wind senses had discovered something else was in that room, but there was no chakra leaking from it. His foot crunched whatever had been underneath, when he bent down to look it was a massive pile of human bones. Shizuka once again adorned his stoic and serious fighting intent. This was no time for games, Shizuka walked behind Kurin gripping and thumbing the guard from its scabbard showing the gorgeous black steel only slightly. “As long as we work together I’ll make short work of this beast. I may not be able to use wind against it, but I am a Samurai before I’m anything else. I’ll do my best to create openings and distract the beast. Do not worry about me, I need the rest of you to pass.” Shizuka gripped Kurin’s shoulder and turned to look at the other two with a stare and aura of conviction and protection.
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YAMANAKA

Name: Yamanaka, Shura
Nickname/Alias: The Acacia Strain
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Age Appearance: 17

Village: Kirigakure
Birthplace: Kirigakure

Alignment/Affiliation or Organization: N/A

Clan/Bloodline: Yamanaka

Rank: Genin, Sensor

Chakra Nature: None

Appearance:
[spoiler] [/ spoiler]

Personality:
Shura has a rather laid-back personality and uses slang; using yer instead of your. She is also noted to be rather blunt, speaking freely about sensitive topics, as well as not being hesitant in pointing out others' flaws. Even with her superiors, she is not afraid to challenge them, which on a few occasions can result in physical conflict.
Like most procrastinators, she often slacks off, and would rather drink and let others do work. However, when needed, Shura can be serious and focused, as seen when she duels and is able to depict her surroundings using her sensory abilities to keep track or hunt down other people. She is also fiercely loyal to Tsuki, Kuiru-Rei, despite being hesitant to her beliefs. Insulting or playing around with Shura can lead to being punished or with a black and blue.

History:
Shura was born into the rather flourishing clan known as the Yamanaka, Her mother was a fair maiden with hair as lush as velvet with a deep auburn color. Shura’s mother was a medical ninja who was in charge of the medical unit in Kirigakure under the rule of Tsuki, Kuiru-Rei. Shura’s father was one of the prominent leaders of the Yamanaka leading them as the clan leader. Shura’s father was more of a possessive strong figure that acted as the Clans back bone. Her father was stern with dark black hair that bridged and parted down the middle of his head. Together the two established a reputable name amongst the village, a name well known in family households. The yamanka were a perfect fit for the Mizukage due to her fighting style and how receptive the Yamanaka were to her techniques.

After a few years Shura was born into the shinobi world, she was born with her mother’s hair but with a strange mutation that made the tips of her hair blonde tricking people into thinking she dyed them. Her two parents decided to divide the time they applied to their work in order to reinforce their beliefs and abilities onto Shura. During her growth her parents had imprinted their jutsu and clan specialties onto her allowing Shura to quickly develop her sensory abilities as a Yamanaka and medical Ninjutsu from her mother in order to strengthen her squad. However Shura did take an interest in Genjutsu as it was an illustrious art and her Mizukage was divine in such art. It was then that Shura became infatuated with the Mizukage eager to replace her mother as a high ranking medical ninja too support her village leader.

Now at the age of 15 Shura has strengthened and refined her skills in order to participate in the chunin exams and gain a new rank and possibilities she wouldn’t reach if she remained as a Genin.
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Weapons/Items:
[spoiler]
Name of Weapon or Item:
Doll
X5 Gas Pellets
naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Antidote
naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Injection_Shot
naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Blood_Increasin…
Description:
Doll used for Puppet Switch jutsu.
Gas pellets meant to be inhaled by the opponent with the scent of Acacia flowers.
Appearance: [Spoiler]See Jutsu[/spoiler][/spoiler]

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Kekkei Genkai:

Name of Kekkei Genkai:
Clan:
Rank:
Description:

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Jutsu:

Canon Jutsu

[url=http://"naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Mind's_Eye_…"]Eye of Kagura (1.5 km)[/url]
[url=http://"naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Sensing_System_…"]Sensing System Technique (Not Yet Achieved)[/url]
[url=http://"naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Lightning_Illus…"]Lightning Illusion Flash of Lightning Pillar[/url]
[url=http://"naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Mind_Body_Switc…"]Mind Body Switch Technique[/url]
[url=http://"naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Mind_Puppet_Swi…"]Mind Puppet Switch Cursed Seal Technique (not yet achieved)[/url]
[url=http://"naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Chakra_Hair_Tra… "]Chakra Hair Trap Technique[/url]
[url=http://"naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Mind_Body_Distu…"]Mind Body Disturbance Technique(not yet achieved)[/url]
[url=http://"naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Mind_Clone_Swit…"]Mind Clone Switch Technique (Not yet achieved)[/url]
[url=http://"naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Mystical_Palm_T…"]Mystic Palm Technique[/url]
[url=http://"naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Mind_Disturbanc…"]Mind Disturbance Dance Performance Technique (Not Yet Achieved)[/url]
[url=http://"naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Mind_Reading"]Mind Reading[/url]
[url=http://"naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Yamanaka_Clan_T…"]Telepathy[/url]
[url=http://"naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Chakra_Scalpel "]Chakra Scalpel[/url]
[url=http://" naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Delicate_Illnes…"]Delicate Illness Extraction Technique (Not Yet Achieved)[/url]
[url=http://"naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Body_Pathway_De… "]Body Pathway Derangement (Not Yet achieved)[/url]
[url=http://" naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Yin_Healing_Wou…"]Yin Healing Wound Destruction (Not Yet Achieved)[/url]
[url=http://"naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Temple_of_Nirva… "]Temple of Nirvana Technique (Not Yet Achieved)[/url]

Custom Jutsu

Name of Technique: Katami (Memento)
Type of Jutsu: Nin/Gen
Rank: C-S
Range: Short-Long
Nature Type: None

Description:
Shura utilizes one of her Gas pellets to release her chakra enhanced gas, there are two means of activating this jutsu either the direct inhalation of the gas or ingestion. Upon entry the opponent is placed in a Genjutsu that tricks the brain into thinking there has been damage to the hippocampus. This in turn mimics Anterograde Amnesia thus preventing the user from being able to create new memories and memories beforehand very spared. At her current stage Shura can only affect the users mind for a maximum of two posts. This jutsu is effective due to it allowing the opponent to be unable to retain information on allies or Shura herself and makes for a good means of escape.
Weakness:
Last two posts, cannot use any other Genjutsu while active.
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Name of Technique: Genkikiu (Energy Punch)
Type of Jutsu: Medical
Rank: C-S
Range: Short
Nature Type: N/A

Description:
Shura channels chakra into her hands focusing on one of her allies as she slowly stalks them; this technique can be used in one of two ways. Shura can hit her ally with direct contact and send her chakra into her allies’ body or charge the chakra enough into a condensed ball which then she will shoot at her ally. Once the technique is administered her ally or allies will feel a rush of adrenaline fueling their entire body with a surge of energy that increases heart rate, constricts blood vessels, and dilates air passages.
Weakness:
Only last for two posts.
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KUNOICHI

Name: Unknown
Nickname/Alias: Prophet/Luna
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown
Age Appearance: 17
Sexuality:N/A

Village: Takigakure
Birthplace: N/A
Organization: Akatsuki

Clan/Bloodline: Senken (Foresight)

Rank: Akatsuki Leader, S+

Chakra Nature: None

Appearance:
[spoiler]

Normal Look

Mad Look

Armor

[/spoiler]

Personality:
Prophet has split personalities. Prophet’s first personality is a very scared little girl named Luna; this innocent little girl is always benevolent and caring to whoever tends to her needs. Scared she is very clingy and always wears a sad face with her big round an eye bulging out almost in tears, her bottom lip tends to inflate and quiver nervously. In this personality she believes she is cursed with her gift and believes every image she sees is what causes the world to end or her violent death. This leads Prophet’s paranoia which creates a very acute sense of Schizophrenia. Always paranoid she constantly stumbles over her words and repeats them to herself without audibly forming them. She weighs and measures every possible outcome in her head until she’s lost in her mind fearing every outcome. However Prophet is like a double edged sword and is able to switch personalities in an instant which creates a deadly character. Her second personality is more possessive and in charge, dark, mysterious, deadly.

Prophet likes to play with her opponents, torturing them little by little until they can hardly stand or until she grows bored of them. The exact opposite of Luna, She is sadistic, appears to value solitude over companionship and doesn't enjoy the aid or support of anyone trying to help her. Prophet is vicious, merciless and cruel. Cold and analytical are two words two describe her out of a million, she’s driven by the future and the bloodlust it carries with it, all the fires, all the death, the impending dumb sends her into a sublime ecstasy that gets her off. After her desires are set Prophet won’t stop until she rips her opponent shred from shred. Her alternate personalities are very deadly is she is cunning and conniving enough to gain someone’s trust. Because once she has your trust she can make a 180 and stab you in the back the next time you turn your back.

History:
A lot is still left unknown about Prophet, where she comes from, who her clan is, and how she came to be. All that is known is she’s the Akatsuki’s Leader and trying to change the world.

Theme Song:
[spoiler][yt]youtube.com/watch?v=rthObA96JOk[/yt][…

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Weapons/Items:
[spoiler]
Name of Weapon or Item:
Nodachi
Description:
A four foot bade similar to a Katana, but drastically longer than said Katana. Nodachi require great strength and wielding, however Prophet wields it like a stick or a dagger having no trouble whatsoever. Highly effective and destructive compared to the Katana.
Appearance: [Spoiler][/spoiler]

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Name of Weapon or Item:
Blood Increasing Pills
Description:
The Blood Increasing Pill (増血丸, Zōketsugan) is a pill used by ninja to speed up the formation and increase of blood in the body. After having lost a significant amount of blood in battle, a ninja can use this pill to replenish the blood, so they can keep on fighting.
Appearance: [Spoiler][/spoiler]
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Name of Weapon or Item:
Helmet
Description:
The Body armor Prophet wears is rather eccentric; the helmet is the most technologically advanced part of the armor. The helmet doesn’t only prevent anyone from finding the identity of prophet, but can also protect her eyes and filter out visual Genjutsu. The other part of the helmet that is unique is that it technological components allow it to configure to Prophets Doujutsu and act as a mainframe within the mask only displayable to her. This allows her to track her opponent and read vital signs, obtain information on materials to miniscule to trace with the human eye, and allow her to channel her abilities. E.G Ironman’s mask or a scouter from DBZ.
Appearance: [Spoiler]See Appearance[/spoiler][/spoiler]

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Kekkei Genkai:

Name of Kekkei Genkai: Senken (foresight)
Clan: Unknown
Description:
This Kekkei Genkai can only be classified as a Doujutsu since the only key feature that represents its abilities is what happens to the eyes. The users of this Doujutsu are said to have what some call a ‘Sixth Sense’ when in actuality it endows the user with the power of foresight/precognition allowing them to see into the past, present, or future. The effects are drawn out in a plethora of activities whether it is through meditation, drugs, or through dreaming. Whatever the case is once the user has tapped into their sixth sense they become mute, the reason why it’s classified as a Doujutsu is during their use the user enters a trance. Once in the trance the user’s eyes become pure white, the pupil, iris, and sclera become pure white with a fogyish tint radiating inside the eye. Novice users draw out their visions of the future since they can’t retain the information, but are only able to see what happens unable to tell what time period or when the action occurs. Adept users can easily retain their knowledge and stay in their trance present at all times and can accurately pinpoint the event, time period, and people in said vision. However the users are never able to shift or change the future directly through this technique, but may cause actions to impede it.
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Jutsu:

Canon Jutsu

[url=http://"naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Mind_Reading"]Mind Reading[/url]
[url=http://"naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Telescope_Techn…"]Telescope Technique[/url]
[url=http://"naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Chakra_Sensing_…"]Chakra Sensing[/url]
[url=http://"naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Mind's_Eye_…"]Mind Eye of the Kagura[/url]

Custom Jutsu

Name of Technique: False Fate
Type of Jutsu: Genjutsu
Rank: A
Range: Varying
Nature Type:
N/A
Description:
The user of this technique requires direct eye contact with the opponent to achieve this Genjutsu. Upon making eye contact with the opponent the user shifts their eyes to the trance like state their Kekkei Genkai allows them to enter. When the opponent looks into the foggy white eyes they are lost in whatever they are performing while they are mesmerized by the fog in the user’s eye. After making contact the user can distort the opponents mind, the opponent believes they are still fighting the user, but their future begins to alter. This can be used to either trick the opponent into thinking they’re dead or alter their future for example returning to their village to realize it’s been destroyed. The longer and the more chakra funneled through the technique without interruption the longer the opponents altered future will remain.
Weakness:
Requires Eye Contact.
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Name of Technique: Slow Motion
Type of Jutsu: Gen/Nin
Rank: B-S
Range: Varying
Nature Type:
N/A
Description:
The user take’s their bare hands and creates a very loud clap that creates small vibrations. One the sound has been administered by the opponent it can slow down the opponent’s perception of time. It is able to make one second seem like 100 years for the unfortunate victim to whom it is administered. B and A rank differ in the amount of time the opponent’s sense is slowed. S rank however causes the senses to speed up trillions of times while the relatively "slow" body fails to keep up, resulting in paralysis.
Weakness:
Lasts two posts, easy to notice.
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Name of Technique: Fast Forward
Type of Jutsu: Supplementary
Rank: B-S
Range: N/A
Nature Type:
N/A
Description:
Unlike Slow Motion the user activates their Senkan and creates a supplementary effect of slow motion to themselves. Instead of slowing down their perception the user speeds it up being able to perceive time and movement quicker mimicking the effects of LRA or the Sharingan in perception. B rank simply allows the user to see their environment in high speeds able to easily dodge or counter an opponent’s attack. A rank allows the user to develop a sixth sense allowing them to pick sense danger before it happens or sense themselves being placed under a Genjutsu (E.G. Spidey Senses). Finally S rank pushes the boundaries of perceptive sense and allows the user to visualize events two seconds beyond current time.
Weakness:
S rank last one post and causes severe strain.
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Name of Technique: Fortune Teller
Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu
Rank: C
Range: Short
Nature Type:
N/A
Description:
A simple jutsu not meant for offensive or defensive purposes, the user simply takes the hand of anyone who he/she comes into contact to and is immediately teleported into their trance. Upon touching hands the user is intertwined with the other persons past, present, and future. This allows them to gain access to their memories and able to see their future.
Weakness:
N/A
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Name of Technique: Rewind
Type of Jutsu: Genjutsu
Rank: A
Range: Varying
Nature Type:
N/A
Description:
The way this Genjutsu is produced is quite profound, the user is able to adjust their vocal chords to produce and mimic the sound of a tape recorder going in reverse rapidly. Once the opponent has heard the strange repercussion of a video they are lured into the special Genjutsu. This Genjutsu triggers the opponent to believe they are being rewinded into the past, for example if the opponent shoots a fireball at the user and then is trapped in the Genjutsu it would have seemed as if they never shot the fireball at all. This is especially effective is the user slashes or removes a limb from the opponent and then produces the Genjutsu leading them to believe there arm was never cut.
Weakness:
Easy to detect.
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Name of Technique: Stop
Type of Jutsu: Genjutsu
Rank: S
Range: Varying
Nature Type:
N/A
Description:
Breathing heavily the user makes use of their diaphragm in order to release a blood curdling high pitched scream in the audible word of “Stop!” When they hear is heard the Genjutsu is triggered. The user takes form of a banshee continuing to make a deafening piercing hollow that causes the user to cup their ears in pain distorting their vision and destroying their eardrums. The second effect to the Genjutsu is that is freezes the enemy into place as though they died and rigor mortis is setting in where their muscles begin to stiffen until they cannot move.
Weakness:
Can break the Genjutsu when they are able to move.

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DRAVEN

Character Theme – Moon Blade
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【Full Name】
Draven
【Race】
Human
【Appearance】
Draven is an average human there is nothing much to his appearance behind the basics. While being born on an isolated island off of Melenaoth, his skin has gained a peach skinned tone. His hair is a long, naturally straight, ribcage length chestnut brown; his eyes are also a light hazel with a few specs of gold that flicker in the light taking over his hazel eyes with pure gold. His skin is fairly clean with no wrinkles or hints of rapid aging. However he does have a beard that connects to his upper lip which has a bushy mustache curled at the end aka Handlebars. His island attire consisted of nothing but a very loose oversized shirt along with baggy pants that stopped open lipped at the base of his calf muscle. In the starting area, after meeting I'onriyi, Draven gains an entirely new wardrobe. Dawning his purple warden symbolism, he wears a large purple trench coat accompanied by black cargo pants with a fitted shirt with the sleeves removed. Draven does not wear shoes or sandals, he simply wears a foot cover that rests on top of his foot while the bottom is exposed allowing him optimal movement. Finally he wears a pair of simple fingerless gloves.

Draven however is on a different level on physical ability than most humans; he can almost be compared to a Penin not physically since it’s impossible for a human to sand up to a being with two skulls and the ability to handle scolding hot liquid, but in the sense of stamina the Penin thrive off of. Draven is a rather tall fellow, standing at a height of 6 foot flat. Draven has a solid weight of 170 pounds (Roughly 77 kilograms) in complete and totally refined muscle. From birth Draven has forged his body maintaining it at physical peak and striving to increase the strength and endurance it can withstand. With his lean built frame he can move quite quickly and easily, wearing minimal clothing in battle as it restricts movement, hence the loose pants and sleeveless shirt.
【Gender】
Male
【Age】
27
【Sexuality】
Heterosexual
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【Birth Country】
North Wegam Fermos
【Starting Village】
Zerul
【Organization】
The Wardens
【Warden Affiliation】
Balance Warden
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【Personality】
It’s safe to say that Draven is far from the average human personality wise; his history has molded him into a completely different mortal than most. While other humans, even penin, hell Deigan are far from touching Draven. While war and the constant shift of Ages and magic have made people volatile and pessimistic, Draven has remained unphased. While his history will explain most of his journey and his personality, this will be preliminary. You see Draven has never had any contact with the world outside of his birth place. He very oblivious to things around him, he has no sense of morality or remorse. Although this does not mean he is Apathetic or ignorant he simply has never experienced remorse nor ever has felt anything beyond happiness.

As Draven knows nothing of the outside world, he is often confused by simple customs and even has trouble telling people apart. He was raised as a weapon, and as such, is bad at expressing emotion. As a weapon he can’t really be considered human, although once he meets more people he can obtain a sense of humanity and resolve once he’s been introduced to said customs and laws. As for now there is not much to Draven other than the fact that he is a weapon as sharp as a freshly made katana.
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【Magic(s)】
Adept at Art of the Warden, Novice Arcane

【Other Specialties】
Draven being a Warden has amazing feats of strength, flexibility, and pain-endurance. Draven leaps about with strength and force using his training as a Warden; people not proficient at this kind of training soon lose their breath and get exhausted. The Art of the Warden is unlike this. Strive for quiescence of body, mind and intention. Finally Draven can analyze the movement and abilities for warriors who are trained and skilled, the more battles and years served the easier it is for Draven to process. Careless and sporadic fighters are a major weakness for Draven for he cannot read any of their movements, since they have no experience or conviction.
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【History】
Like his personality Draven’s history is the most peculiar of the sorts, it first however starts naught with Draven, but that of his ancestors. His Father Dyrus, was amongst one of the most noble Warden to have served, committing himself to the art and the religious guidelines that came with his devotion. He was a young adventurous man who enjoyed meditating, but always felt he was missing something from his normal duties. Something with more flare than the repetitive life he lived with other Wardens. Of course Dyrus was a Peace warden; never did he steer from anything but eternal peace. Like the Spirits he believed that each and every man was created with a seed of good and existed no matter how evil one’s aspirations might become. This was the sole purpose for his life, to strive and deliver peace to anyone he saw fit. However, how could he be content with just meditating and training if he wanted to enlighten so many? That is when Dyrus first decided to disband from the Wardens and follow his own path, using the knowledge bestowed onto him as a light through the darkness.

Becoming a Vagrant wasn’t as easy as he had hoped, without the support of the wardens he was basically living day to day on the essentials. His spirit and hope were quickly becoming diminished as his hunger and thirst grew in their place. His travels couldn’t commend for his labor, while he did spread his mission of finding eternal good in everyone, most people dismissed him as the vagabond he was or a religious zealot. His clothes became battered and his muscle became lean as his body started to thin until his bone became a distinguished feature. While on the ropes of life and death Dyrus’s vision became a dream that began to escape his grasp. This is when he achieved an epiphany. While on the plane of death he realized that he would need to suffer as the world suffers in order to reach enlightenment and only then would he be able to see the good in man. In his altered state Dyrus began to detach himself from human thought, emotion, and being so he could transcend into that of a spirit. Dyrus ate small meals nothing large and often experimented with hallucinogenic drugs. Combined with his continuous meditation his life became coplanar.

After 60 days of mediation on the 6th lunar moon Dyrus had finally achieved Nirvana or Enlightenment. He was free from ignorance, greed, hatred and other afflictive states. He knew the root of evil and the causes of suffering with the means to destroy them. With this Dyrus knew his dream once again became a vision he could present to the world. First he would have to rekindle his flame for the Art of the Warden and retrain his body to mold into his peak physical form once more. Months passed and Dyrus was ready and set out once again, not as a vagrant, but as an awakened warden. With each month passed Dyrus nurtured the weak and the poor who suffered ailments of the mind and body. Not only did he heal, but he became a vigilante, fighting crime without the art of killing. His words and solutions worked wonders as he became revered as a ‘Holy Man’ instead of a vagabond. The wealth his name carried expedited over many lands. It seemed that he had reached Nirvana and made his goal a reality. However one thing the Warden did not foresee was a wife and that wife came to him amongst one of his travels.

She was a beautiful human woman with long brown hair that dropped down to the tip of her waist. Most of her hair was parted back while locks of hair weaved underneath and draped down her shoulder onto her chest. Her skin was a pearly white while her eyes were golden, a quite unprecedented feature for any human. While her name was unknown there was something foreboding about her, yes, it was the amulet she wore. While most knew nothing of it by appearance, its name carried great worth, it was none other than Mindhaven one of the divine relics of old. Some speculate that is what drew Dyrus to her or the power it held neither of those were true for he fell in love with her because her beauty and innocence. Dyrus cared less of Mindhaven let alone knew what it was since his time in the Wardens none had spoken of ancient relics. From then on it was history; the two kicked it off. Still continuing his goal Dyrus did settle down along with his newfound wife only to travel to nearby lands and spread his magic. The Holy Man stayed with his beautiful wife and together they formed a bond near unbreakable, that bond made even stronger with their new gift to the world.

This gift would be Draven. Life seemed almost perfect for the two, his wife now in her final trimester the child would soon to be born and from then on their child would deliver Dyrus’s mission. Unfortunately all men are born with seeds of good, but akin to a pregnancy, can be fertilized into a corrupted seed of evil. After a long journey to the neighboring lands Dyrus had returned from healing the sick and spreading his awakened knowledge. However on his way home something felt eerily wrong, a devastatingly evil melancholic stench clouded his home. Dyrus grew worried as his wife had been home all day. Growing weary he entered his first fighting stance “Lily of the Valley” left foot front, right foot back-side, right hand forward, and left hand at side. Upon entering he found his wife entranced by a cloaked figure who was taking advantage of her, but to his surprise she did not convulse from fear or anger, but she seemed to welcome the man’s touch. His vision must have been wrong, they had been married for 10 years now and had a baby on the way, how could she be fornicating with some random man and enjoy it?

That is when Dyrus caught wind of the man and heard the speaking of magic, this was not arcane magic he was speaking, but that of the Devil’s tongue: Black magic. Aware of his prowess and magical abilities he knew of why his wife did not refuse this man’s ambition. What Dyrus did not know was what the man was there for. This was none other than the simple fact that she bore the amulet of Xoril. The man was powerful as he set ablaze the entire house and surroundings in one sentence. Angered Dyrus engaged the cloaked figure in combat; the battle was evenly matched while black magic was met with fierce art of the warden. Both men were growing tired as the battle raged on and the flames began to sap their oxygen and energy alike. That is when Dyrus caught the faint glimmer of an amulet in the man’s cloak. Looking past the man to his unconscious wife he saw her amulet had been removed. As his Awakened state was being pushed to the point of breaking, his anger swelled in his body like the raging fire behind him. This was the cloaked figures plan all along, he had summoned the flames not only to kill, but poison the Holy Man with his demonic black magic. However, it was too late for Dyrus. In his seventh stance “iris” (a "race start" position) he charged the cloaked figure creating a feint to chain into his ultimate technique.

The cloaked man was heavily injured, but not before he could cast one last spell. Dyrus fatigued, braced himself for the impact. Wincing he closed his eyes then opened them a second later to realizes there was no harm done to him. The cloaked man vanished leaving a trail of blood puddles behind. Dyrus thinking he won ran to his wife’s aid. Unfortunately the spell was never meant for him it was meant for her instead. A simple spell that pierced her upper body near her heart, the cloaked man had missed by a few inches due to his serious injuries, but enough for her to be guaranteed death’s embrace. Beginning to tear Dyrus wrapped his wife in his arms as her hair began to turn a bright white. Her skin grew pale and cold as her eyes fluttered open fighting the weight behind them. Her lips began to move slowly only letting out groans here and there. Dyrus began to speak only to be silenced by her index finger, she spoke ”Mi…Mind..haven” Dyrus understood her slurred language only to create more tears from knowing the truth of her amulet. “Why..Why..Didn’t you tell me! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…I couldn’t protect you..” tears turning into streams as they touched the scorched wood beneath him. She spoke once more ”It’s okay…I love you…Sss…Saaa..Save…Draven…” shuttered before her hand fell limp.

Howling at the sky like a wolf, Dyrus was distraught and almost broken exactly as he was years ago. Forcing back his tears he took one last look at his wife before shutting her eyes. Using the Art of the Warden Dyrus sharpened his hand to the point where he could perform a Caesarian section on his wife’s stomach. Minutes passed and as his hope diminished, and the fires grew larger and more rampant, he finally heard the sound of hope. The loud echo of a baby’s cry resonated in his ears and a fresh sleeve of tears rolled down his face. The fires seemed to die down all at once as Dyrus stood on his feet with his newborn son in his arms. Blood from the cloaked man and wife dried on his cloak turning this Noble Peace Warden into a black cloaked Chaos Warden. His state of Nirvana was still present only with both Awakened Good and Awakened Evil. It seemed he had finally transcended that of man in his spiritual journey. However it was over for him, he would surely be exiled from his land and indeed he was. No one believed him of his wife’s murderer since all the evidence seemingly vanished. Sentenced to Exile Dyrus had no choice but to take his new born son with him.

Now we enter the league of Draven. Four years later, Dyrus had traveled to an uninhabited community located in the mountains of Northern Wegam Feros. There they wouldn’t be bothered by anyone or anything as long as they stayed within their boundaries. There was water for them in a small reservoir and natural food on the island such as fruits, berries, and fish. Now that Draven was 4 he was able to learn the Art of the Warden by his father. Draven still young and gullible accepted his father’s rite of passage and spent the next twenty two years learning from his father. Draven never asked of his mother, but was only told stories of her by his father. Draven simply knew she was gorgeous and had a heart of gold carrying the powerful Relic: Mindhaven. While he was curious about his mother, he was settled on finding Mindhaven as a memento to the woman who gave him birth. Upon asking where the location of the relic was, his father simply told him that it has returned to its mistress awaiting its next appearance in Reniam. Completing training and mastery of the Art of the Warden, Draven’s last lesson was to kill his father in order to become a Warden (He wouldn’t actually become a warden and this wasn’t the last lesson to become a Warden, it was simply for his father’s sake). Draven still gullible obeyed his father’s wishes and carried out his destiny. In the last seconds of his life Dyrus confessed everything to his son and simply told him ”Find your mother’s amulet. I love you son.” before parting ways.

Draven buried his loving father and remained on the mountain for some time. Draven was raised in a completely uninhabited part of the world where he knew nothing of ethic, morals, or traditions that the races of Reniam worshipped; only the information his father bestowed onto him. Instead Draven was raised to be a well forged sword. While unable to express emotion without being horrible at it, Draven would soon have to learn how to understand these traditions and emotions in order to live. Curious about the land past where his father showed him, Draven decided to take a little detour to his regular boundaries. Venturing down the mountain Draven looked around encountering new fruits and berries while finding wildlife that he had not previously seen before. The only living creatures where he lived were a few birds that occasionally came to rest on Draven’s shoulder. His first encounter was with an ore lizard, astonished by the small creature, Draven bent down to poke it before the lizard bit his finger. Surprised Draven simply slashed at it with his hand before killing it. Shrugging, Draven took the lizard to cook it later but the armor on its skin would be hard to skin.

However as focused as he was on the lizard his sense didn’t pick up the people watching him from far away, they were a group of slavers working under a major slaving operation. They were quite surprised to see someone like Draven up in the cold mountainous temperature with nothing but a belly button high shirt and capris like pants. What they did idolize was the fact that Draven was a hulking spectacle of a man, the perfect slave. Excited they would surely get a promotion amongst their ranks they followed Draven from afar until they found the small shack he lived in. Once their reconnaissance was finished they retreated towards their own community. Exasperated, they told their leader of the man in the mountains they found with abominable strength and endurance. Intrigued the leader had sent five of his best men to go and capture the Man of the Mountain and return him at once. And so the five traveled to the small shack that Draven lived in taking cover in the land. In the shrubbery and tree tops nearby they watched in stealth before assaulting the shack with arrows. Draven had simply been relaxing after killing the strange lizard, drinking his fresh tea, whilst preparing his lizard to be cooked. Once the arrows were launched Draven’s ears twitched from the symphony of arrows about to reign down onto his little shack, who could have been attacking him this late in his life?

Standing up Draven rushed through the front door that had now been completely etched with arrows, Draven immediately jumped into the nearest treetop in a black flash. The first slaver received a sharpened jab straight through his chest. The birds flocked from the trees in a large swarm before the slaver fell from Draven’s hand onto the floor below him. While it was true that Draven has never been a fight other than the one where he killed his father he was still able to utilize his art. Even so, the more experienced that the target the easier it is for Draven to read their movements. Terrified by the immense power the man possessed the four remaining slavers decide to assault him head on as a collaborative effort. Draven fell swiftly from the tree landing on his feet almost as if he were a cat. In one coordinated movement they attacked Draven one after the other. It was almost as if Draven could see their moves in slow motion as he sprinted towards them and dispatched one after the other in a straight line. At once they all fell to their deaths leaving a path of corpses to his porcupine of a shack. Draven sighed wondering why he was assaulted like that; he hadn’t done anything besides kill a lizard.

Following that failure the Slave leader waited a week before deciding to make another attempt at capturing Draven. Furious that his most elite had failed, he decided to take his community to Draven, all fifty men including the Leader ventured to the small wooden shack that was inhabited by this Man of the Mountain. The company surrounded the shack in a massive circle that spanned over twenty meters in diameter. The Slaver made his way to the front of his company with arrogance justified by his tremendous force at hand. Suddenly his arrogance turned into horror as his eyes became fixated on the burials of his five elite warriors. Anger swelled up inside as he gave Draven one last warning before commanding his squadron to move in. Draven exited his shack counting the number of men that surrounded him before taking his second stance of the art. “Daffodil” left foot forward, right foot back, arms at his sides bent at the elbows with palms facing upward. The slaver laughed and sent his small army into the fray all at once, Draven exhaled before beginning his massacre. Five died in the first ten seconds followed by fifteen then twenty-five until he finally got to the thirtieth man who then met the cold floor as the remaining life left his body.

The leader was horrified and in frenzy at this point; he commanded them to draw their weapons and attack. But before they could reach his immediate vicinity an illusion was casted and ferocious wind engulfed the remaining company. I'onriyi had entered the battle of the Mountain with his powerful staff, encrusted with crystals. In all the confusion and disarray the leader sought an opening in Draven’s defense. In a blink of an eye the slaver bull rushed Draven with his sword drawn, “Drekghriz anh, Crane” Draven muttered as he turned to the side extending his arms behind him catching the sword snuggly in his back and arms before snapping and breaking it. “Drekghriz anh, Ostrich” sending a flurry of attacks at the slaver before finishing the move with a palm strike to the heart. The slaver’s eyes shook violently until his mouth spurted open with blood that coated Draven’s face, he was dead. Draven threw the slaver to the side and walked towards the battle mage.

I'onriyi Stonehand: Grace of Winds, had heard of the struggle from afar and had been on business in the port city. His mercenary work had brought him, but upon hearing the ruckus and seeing a single man outnumbered he had been forced to step in. Looking then upon the felled men he glanced at the strange one who had been assailed, he now wondered why, and he questioned the intelligence behind assisting him. His eyes narrowed slightly, but his body appeared to relax, his staff remaining ready. "That was quite the display, a very unique way to utilize arcane magic. Not to mention the Art of the Warden," I'onriyi was an incredibly learned penin having studied the majority of magical disciplines, even managing to ordain some information on the illusive Art of the Warden, of course it had come at a certain price....

Regardless, it seemed this man was incredibly skilled, it awakened his natural curiosity, and so he queried "what's your name?" He waited for the human's response, hoping he'd not have to fight him as well; it would end very bloody....
Draven was quite confused he couldn’t really tell this man apart from the ones he had just killed aside from his height, but he never figured people to be as tall as he. Besides he had a weird looking stick in his hand that he used to fight with; unfortunately he couldn’t use swords or weapons himself so he would never know the half of it. It was clear that he wasn’t one of the slavers especiallysince he had helped him dispatch the rest of the victims. Draven stood straight and itched the back of his head “Uhm Thank you. I’m the 2nd head of my family, Draven the Warden of Balance. You’re not bad at magic yourself.”

Nodding his head in response I'on leaned to the side, noticing that the shack this 'Draven' had been living in was rather, well blatantly destroyed. Frowning and glancing about he patted himself down until he heard one of his several coin purses where he kept gold. Extracting it from his clothes he tossed the tied coin purse to Draven, "seems you're rather bad off so I figure you could use some o' that to get back up and about." Glancing away again I'on surveyed their surroundings and then shook his head while thinking. He bravely began striding towards Draven, or so it seemed, for when he reached him he walked right passed and towards the shack. "I could fix this up if you like actually...It'd take a bit of time, but certainly less than rebuilding it from scratch." Using specifically worded arcane magic he knew he could reconstruct the small building, it wouldn't be too hard really. Turning back towards Draven he questioned "well?"

Draven watched the man intently he hadn’t had any human interaction or racial interaction with anyone but his father and the people he had just murdered without a hint of remorse. The man pulled out a satchel that Draven thought was a weapon at first being weary of any sign of attack. Draven then caught the purse as fast as the man sent it toward shim. It was light surprisingly light, not enough or it to be a bomb or anything. He opened it up and saw large gold circles with inscription on it, confused Draven tried to bite the coin. Retracting he rubbed his mouth since it caused him pain “What is this? Up and about?” Draven turned to his destroyed shack and simply looked on at the wandering battle mage, “No need I think I’m done here, I need to find Mindhaven anyways.”

Shrugging the penin turned from the rubble and walked back to Draven. Deeming the man no longer a threat he quickly replaced his staff in its holder on his back. "That, my friend, is gold, you use it for...buying thi- wait you don't know what that is?!" Surprised I'on looked up at the man in confusion, but quickly waved it off. "Essentially when someone else has something you want, you don't just take it from them, and you give them some of those...”he gestured to the coins”...and they are of equal value. Make sense?" He thought that was fairly straightforward, though as a penin who had grown up in the mountains of his people's home it was hard to understand someone not understanding the concept of gold's inherent value. For to a penin value was just that: inherent.

Draven scratched his head and looked at the gold piece again, gold, Draven heard of this element that his father talked of but he never thought that the world could take such an abundant element and mass produce it for trading. Draven just started flipping the coin and then rolling it down all the gaps in his fingers quickly moving them up and down to shift the coin up and down like a never ending escalator. He started to rub his chin "I never really took anything from anyone other than their lives, but my dad said to just barter for stuff or use gold, but I've never seen so much. This is a lot of gold right?" Draven was unfamiliar with how much each gold piece was so he thought just five pieces would be a great amount. "I don't really need clothes but I'll get some. Where do we go from here, do you know where I can find mindhaven? It's an amulet you know." Draven asked intently.

"Know whe-..." I'on shook his head, marveling over the boy a bit. "As far as I know it has returned to its mistress, but who knows it could be out there somewhere." Thinking a moment he glanced at the coin purse "yeah that is quite a bit of gold, maybe I should show you how much. Come with me, or stay if it pleases you, but I'm getting out of here." If Draven followed he'd end up leading him to town and helping him learn the ways of survival in 'modern' society. Following that he'd give the man a way to contact him and then depart, he'd always have an endearing and lasting impression of Draven. Quite the strange and incredible individual really, quite strange....

"As far as I know it has returned to its mistress… Draven felt a slight hint of Nostalgia as a fresh memory of his dad saying the same exact thing to him when he was small. “A wise man once told me the same.” Draven said quite coyly. “Alright Mr. I’ll follow I need to join the ranks of Warden again I need to dabble in arcane more and after that Necromancy.” The two both ventured out of the Northern Mountains into modern society. Over the span of the next 2 years Draven joined the wardens and began searching for clues of Mindhaven’s location while trying to learn Arcane and Necromancy to further improve his skills in magic. Still unaware of the world around him he awaits the day that the man with the stick in his hand calls upon him once again.
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【Physical Abilities & Magical Abilities】
Being a Warden he can use the Art of the Warden, while not technically magic, Draven still uses it as such. The Art of the Warden focuses on controlling magically energy and using it in a precise manner making it most effective with concise thoughts. Draven’s body is perfect for the Art of the Warden being that his body is a welcome home for the concept of keeping energy in the body. First of all Draven has a fighting style that he has advanced from the Warden Martial arts. His fighting style is called the weapon less style, meaning he cannot wield weapons, it is physically impossible to master weapons or even hold them correctly. The Weapon Less Style/Drekghriz anh(Toothless Dragon) is a martial art designed specifically to destroy swords via unarmed combat by embodying that of a sword itself using his hands and legs as weapons.

Since Draven’s fighting style and its moves are named in the arcane language which allow him to augment his hands into sharpened weapons. Not in the literal sense to where his nails are sharper than steel, but enough to pierce through skin. The martial art also has an emphasis on speed, combos, and tactics, rather than the brute force of Barbarians. Draven using the Art of the Warden focuses on concentrated powerful attacks that target internal and external damage. Aside from that Draven can empower muscles, enable faster and more accurate movements, or even cause a sort of inner protective barrier beneath one's skin, granting someone a kind of natural armor like other Wardens.

• Drekghriz anh, Crane: Draws/catches the opponent's weapon between the user's back and arms, snapping/breaking it. Primary sword-breaking technique.
• Drekghriz anh , Cheetah: Gets into a "race start" position (either with your fingers or the bottoms of your hands on the ground). Rushes forward in a phantom illusion using a feint. Chains into other techniques.
• Drekghriz anh, Ostrich: Left palm at heavens, right palm at side, left foot forward, and right foot back. Palm strike with right palm to the heart. Able to damage the heart.
• Drekghriz anh, Hawk: An upward right hand palm strike (bearing an after-image effect) to send the opponent high into the air. Air pressure utilized.
• Drekghriz anh, Rhino: Close-range thrust into the heart with right hand. Nails sharpened. Shown as a "Finishing" technique.
• Drekghriz anh, Tiger: Fig Tree- No stance at all. Intent is to predict the enemy's next move by their stance. Because of this stance, the opponent cannot determine the following movement; Draven is then granted maximum versatility.
• Drekghriz anh, Turtle: A powerful punch directed at the opponent's body. An armor-piercing technique that can hit behind armor, shields, barriers, etc. Targets the skin, muscles, organs, bones, etc. being hidden behind barriers.
• Drekghriz anh, Mongoose Snake: Starts out on right knee with right hand forward, left hand and leg bent back. Right palm strike, then a piercing strike with the left hand.

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KAGUYA

Name: Yukina Kaguya (Yuki for Short)
Age 15 | Gender: Female
Height: 5’4
Country: Land of Earth

Village: Iwagakure

Rank: Genin

Chakra Nature(s): None
Kekkei Genkai(s): Shikotsumyaku

Description here.

Personality:

There’s something different to be said about Yukina, she isn’t your average kunoichi who is all prissy and outgoing like some airheaded bimbo. Even though she isn’t that outgoing she is still quite friendly, but expressing her friendliness in an obscure terrifying manner. Yukina has trouble expressing herself often using violence and a twisted sense of humor she only laughs at times. Yukina being very ambiguous is quite eccentric, at first glance Yukina is a very prominent humble girl giving off a very calm and relaxed air, not showing much emotion towards her beyond that of respect and charisma. Yukina is very polite and does not take likely to immature jokes or embarrassing remarks usually resulting her getting embarrassed herself and ending up pulling someone by the ear or hair to diffuse tension from the situation. Yukina is what you can call a ‘prude’ she is a virgin like any girl her age but gets very nervous and embarrassed when anything sexual is brought up.

Even though she shows this strong façade Yukina like any other girl has a soft side that is very hard to break. But once it’s broken Yukina is a very delicate and timid girl that is rather soft spoken and cute when she becomes infatuated or embarrassed. When she smiles or laughs it seems like an overwhelming wave that can melt the hearts of anyone. However that side of her is very closed off and only a few individuals might be able to break it, like all girls she has a breaking point where her lowliness brings fresh tears to her eyes, sometimes she believes her headstrong attitude is a curse instead of a strength. Yukina is bound to a sense of honor and the religious beliefs as using her body as a temple and a vessel for powerful techniques and a shield for protecting others she cares about. Yukina carries herself as a strong charismatic girl with the abilities to back her attitude up, though appearing certain in her abilities; Yukina does not gloat or boast of them, choosing to give off a hard air of confidence in the face of battle. She strongly opposes the notion of killing others, especially if done to gain power. Her quick wit allows her to face animosity without a lick of hesitation.

Yukina doesn’t believe in things like self-pity or luck those are just excuses to her, Yukina only relies on two things, Training and a cool head. Yukina does not smile upon her win in battle, rather; she keeps her hard face and walks away, showing she is not one to patronize her enemy, nor one to celebrate in the face of victory. She has a leadership spirit. Being independent and tough by nature, she does not like people helping her. Yukina takes pride in her fighting skills and never let an enemy escape once she had it in her sights. She fights aggressively and will confront any enemy bravely. She shows no mercy and has a very strong sense of obligation towards fulfilling her duties. Yukina's fighting will is very strong, and once a fire is lit under her it is not easily doused. She also prefers to speak formally, very reliant on approaches of theory and principle and tends to be a heavy thinker when it comes to details on almost any matter and very analytic. To put it bluntly Yukina is a fierce, loyal, and taciturn young lady who is level-headed and analytical in battle with unwavering willpower and who has a loose grip on her emotions.

Background:

Yukina was not always the reserved strong willed independent woman that her peers all maker her out to be. You see her story wasn’t decided by her and like most ninja her story has death and an extra kick of sadness, but that was the ninja world everyone sacrificed to live in. There was no motto like the one her clan so coveted, ” in this world, the flesh of the weak is food for the strong. The strong live and the weak die. No matter how hard you smile, you can’t run away from that truth.” Yukina’s parents were part of the Kaguya clan. Her father was a warmongering Kaguya like the rest of the clan was brought up to be. He had long jagged white hair that neatly parted at his shoulders while the rest fell on his back. The two red dots burned on his forehead marked his life, his eyes were a scarlet red to match his clan’s symbol, and finally his body was forged by the hardest training session to produce a healthy and hearty man. His abominable build made him a perfect specimen to put in the front lines whenever the Kaguya clan ransacked a village.

After a few attack to prove their ferocity they finally made it to a small village in the Land of Fire where they set the village on fire while they murdered the men, robbed their livelihood, and raped the women. Yukina’s father was an army of one and no one in the clan questioned his authority for he was a natural born alpha male. During the massacre Yukina’s father kicked down the door to an individual house where he usually pillaged for money or goods, but he stopped when he saw a woman who seemed to be in peace, she wasn’t oblivious to her village burning down around her feet, but she didn’t fear what fate had for either. Yukina’s father was especially drawn to this woman not because of her attitude, but because her beauty and elegance was that to no equal in the Kaguya clan. The woman had fair creamy skin with beautiful natural dark hair that was perfectly straight at the sides while the back was kept up in a bun with a pin. Her body was ample and her breasts were sultry while her hips hugged her body in a way that her bosom could lure any deviant into her prison.

This woman was a man eater he could tell, but Yukina’s father was smarter than that and he was ambitious, two things that the Kaguya clan lacked. It was surprising that such natural talent and intellect would go to waste on the Kaguya clan, but you can’t control where fate will place you, and for Yukina’s father it was in this woman’s house. Walking in Yukina’s father closed the door behind him until he conquered the Vixen that had shown how hard her shell was. Yukina’ father brought the maiden back with him to the clan. Appalled at first they couldn’t believe such a man as him could declare his love to a woman outside their clan, but he made his decision perfectly clear that again no one dare question his authority. At first the woman had some nestle of hatred for Yukina’s father as he did burn down all her loved ones and her home, but eventually after a few odd years her emotions of hatred were eroded by the new emotion of love and the strong bond they formed together. And after their marriage the two had come to the decision of birthing a baby to continue on the legacy of Yukina’s father and her new mother.

And finally after a year or so Yukina was born into the world as a beautiful baby girl, when she was born and after a few years it appeared that she possessed the Kaguya’s markings on her forehead which greatly excited her father and furthermore she had white hair. But as she aged her white locks were traded for her mother’s naturally dark hair and the rest of her dark features like her hazel eyes. Growing up Yukina did not particularly fond of the Kaguya’s beliefs especially their savagery and how they never formulated any tactics when going to battle, plus the fact that they refused to back down even when surrounded and completely outmatched, preferring to fight to the death for fun. Nevertheless Yukina was still a child being only four years old. However their happy life as a family would be quickly swept from under their feet. The Shinobi war started and the Kaguya Clan took the opportunity as the perfect chance to ransack villages and spread their name even further than a lowly band of savages. So while the time was ripe for the picking Yukina’s father was called away for war as one of the main figure heads of war. Distressed and confused Yukina and her mother became overwhelmed with depression and sadness, her mother was even more so because of the concept of death was present to her.

And in her sadness Yukina urged for her dad not to leave her uncontrollably triggering the Shikotsumyaku inside her. Her father and mother were both left in shock when they saw the bones tear open her flesh and appear outside of her body. And the shock from her father turned into a warm proud smile. He knelt down to his daughter and embraced her shocking Yukina at first, but then the scent of her father calmed her nerves until her bones receded back into her body. Kissing his wife goodbye he promised that he would return and he made sure she would raise Yukina into a proper lady while he was gone. Unfortunately the outcome of the war was heavy and after a decade of fighting the five major shinobi villages had suffered debilitating loses and the Kaguya clan was killed off in war suffering all, but one causality. When the news arrived to the clan, that was now the size of a small classroom; the clan resonated in a cry of depression. Yukina and her mother were Heartbroken until a knock at the door changed their outlooks. It was none other than her father, fresh tears of not sadness, but joy welled up in Yukina and her mother eyes. He kept his promise.

By now Yukina was 14 and the decade of war was over, but just when they thought they were a family again her father became violently ill. What he hadn’t told them was that he also possessed the ability to use the Shikotsumyaku and all the battles and strain on his body caused the Kekkei Genkai’s one fatal weakness to kick in, the illness that kills the user. So, on his death bed her father began to wither away each day as he spoke so dearly to Yukina trying to teach her everything he knew before he passed. Her mother was a wreck unable to sleep or eat unless she was by his side. Eventually his time came and he brought the two to his side apologizing for his stubbornness and then he confessed his love for the two most beautiful women. He especially was happy to have given birth to such a wonderful daughter and glad she grew up with her parent’s two best traits, Overwhelming physical and emotional strength, and becoming a prominent and proper lady. And so he passed later that night leaving the two alone only to have each other as comfort, but tragedy struck again for a year later Yukina’s mother died from a broken heart leaving her on her own.

Her parents loved her with every single fiber in their body and they were indefinitely sorry for leaving her by herself, but they knew the burden would weigh heavy on her shoulders no matter how much she wasn’t to blame. And so Yukina left the Clan since they feared her anyway for her powerful Kekkei Genkai, and she left her clan to become a full fledge ninja. Yukina finally traveled across the war torn shinobi world until she found a new home in Iwagakure where she would enroll herself into the ninja academy as a C ranked Genin. Sometimes she doesn’t know whether she was cursed or not.

Appearance:

Abilities and Armament:

Yukina is a very fierce fighter and being a Kaguya with the Shikotsumyaku gives her more of a dangerous edge. Being born with the Ultimate Taijutsu and constant practice has forged her into an unstoppable force. Yukina is almost comparable that to an Olympian gymnast or ballerina with her incredible acrobatic feats and agile body. Her speed makes her movements unpredictable and fluid combined with the explosive strength of her Shikotsumyaku makes her fighting style potent and truly deserving of the name “The Ultimate Taijutsu”.

Known-Jutsu List

Dance of the Camellia
Dance of the Willow
Ten-Finger Drilling Bullets

Developed-Jutsu List

D-Rank

Name of Technique: Dance of the Caspia
Type of Jutsu: Taijutsu
Range: Melee
Description: The user focuses chakra into their hand and utilizes the power of the Shikotsumyaku to create a concussive force that exerts on to the opponents body to generate small cracks in the targets bones.
Weakness: Requires touch and a 1 post charge.

C-Rank

Name: Dance of the Daffodil
Range: Melee
Type: Supplementary
Description: The dance of the Daffodil is a change from the ‘Ultimate Taijutsu’ for this ability is more defensive then offensive. Instead of utilizing calcium and chakra to create jagged bones to pierce and injure this dance protrudes pointed bones with unsharpened edges. The bones protrude out of the back of the user from the neck vertebra down to the coccyx and down both legs of the user. The bones then stretch around to the front portion of the body and envelop the user in a thick bone coffin. The bone calcifies and with the chakra hardens so densely a bone coffin is created to protect the user from attacks, when the coffin is of no use the bone coffin begins to crack and with a concussive force fragments of the bone coffin are propelled in an outwards direction similar to the Hyuga’s rotation.

Name: Dance of the Acacia: Bud
Range: Melee
Type: Taijutsu
Description: This dance is the twin of the Acacia: Strain which completes the set. This jutsu has the unique ability to completely eradicate or shatter the calcified area of which the Acacia: Strain has already created. Once the limb or area that the Acacia: Strain has been hardened/calcified to its final stage, a strike delivered from the Acacia: Bud will shatter the calcified area leaving shattered remains. If the calcified bone is somewhere like the chest it will leave a hollow hole in its quake. This would prove rather deadly for the enemy and cause them to seek medical help. If say it was the ribs that were affected and then struck, the ribs inside would shatter causing intense pain and trauma. Only the Acacia: Bud can shatter bone, otherwise the ability is null by other means.

B-Rank

A-Rank

Name: Dance of the Acacia: Strain
Range: Melee
Type: Taijutsu
Description: This technique possesses quite a unique ability that mimics a defense mechanism of the human body. The technique is able to replicate the ability of ossification, which is the body’s ability to calcify soft tissue, muscle, tendon and ligaments. This unique ability has been trained and programmed into Shinji’s move set. When Shinji’s fists make contact for several seconds with the opponent’s skin, the immediate area of the punch/stab is inflicted with ossification causing the area to calcify and 'freeze up' or 'stiffen' making it unmovable by the person at all depending on the area in which it’s received. A flurry of slashes or punches depending on the location of the hits could/can completely paralyze the victim into a stone statue that is well, still alive.

S-Rank

Weapon(s)

Weapon | Quantity
Blood Increasing Pill | x3
Military Rations Pill | x3