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Summer? I barely know her
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british circlejerk call that a union jack
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I’ll serve crack before I serve this country
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Hi, I’m Salsa Verde, arguably the best salsa and formally known as the writer, Syn. I’m a Wildlife Biologist traveling the country looking to work with the coolest: herps, mammals, birds, and invertebrates I can get my hands on. I also like plants, trees, and fungi specifically. I’ve been writing for about 13 years now and recently decided to get back into it. I enjoy anything from casual to high roleplay, 1x1, and arena. My main genres tend to be anime, SOL, and superhero but I’m really down to participate in anything. And yeah I like all that weeb shit.

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In Naruto: The New World [High-Casual] → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



“The village Madara and I originally desired was something that could connect clans … An important cornerstone to turn chaos into order and maintain it … Something to protect children and avoid useless quarrels … a beautiful place ruled by peace”

Konoha, the country that was always the pinnacle and crowned jewel of the Shinobi World. The first village and the most prosperous through the ages, while it may have not seemed that way, Konoha has remained steadfast in their exponential growth while retaining their global influence firm and decisive. Up until recent affairs, Konoha has been the sole superpower in the world, but with rising nations like the Land of Stone, there appears to be a rise in competition. Having been the world leader, Konoha, by no means intends to lose their conglomerate to anyone who is not worthy.


History



First Nation, Rikudo Sennin launched the world into the age of Ninja with the incorporation of Ninshu; now the history leading to the construction and ideals necessary for the first ever village has been regurgitated to excess. History is written by the victors and this tale would be no different. The two sons of Hagoromo had delved into their own devices, giving birth to two of the strongest, if not the strongest, clans to have ever existed in the ninja world, just on the cusp of ninshu integration. Eventually their bout of ideology would clash and leave the earth scorched beneath. Their passing would bore the fruit of repetition. Some spoke of fate while others spoke of stings that tethered the two to and eternal dance of faith, the necessary evil to allow good and peace to flourish.

Yet Hashirama and Madara chose to abandon the path that had been set before them, etched in stone. Rather than fall to hubris or temptation, the two allied with each other to create one prosperous village, built on the foundations of Hagoromo. None would challenge the first nation with the utility and power that was coalesced. Konohagakure was built, but no great empire is built overnight. Throughout their lifetimes the two had poured their souls into the village and left their legacies behind. The two were buried alongside each other and had their faces carved out into the mountain as the first two leaders of Konoha.

The First Great Shinobi War, The descendants of the two great pillars of Konoha had followed in the steps of their forefathers. However, there was one radical ideology that seemed to sway the remaining clansmen of both Senju and Uchiha. While Hashirama always pushed for peace and love, that ideology seemed obsolete as he was seen as a hippy. The descendants chose to uphold the writings and edicts of Madara Uchiha that catered to a more warmongering nation. Piece by piece the land of fire had begun to adorn a mantle of power. Ninja were trained to become highly trained and well versed killing machines, technology had been early, but still advanced enough to keep them promptly ahead of their opposition. Agriculture and government had been well established by the progenitors of the village. The major clans were called to arms and headed out under unified leadership into the rest of the world.

With nothing but raw strength and Kekkei Genkai well above any nation being built, Konoha conquered land as if were insignificant pests. There was little to no opposition against the crusade that Konoha unleashed upon the rest of the world. Land fell like dominoes under the concussive force that was Konoha. It seemed like there was no stopping the sovereign nation, countless villages fell and surrendered as they buckled under the weight of the land of fire. Knocking at the door of Iwagakure, the Leaf had begun its siege and potential sacking of the city known to be impenetrable stone. Within a fortnight the trajectory of Konoha’s successful siege of the infamous impregnable fortress, would soon become a myth. It wasn’t until secret talks in the background had been made between Kumogakure and iwa. An alliance had been struck with little time left. In an erratic and rare thunderstorm, the tribes of Kumogakure rode the lightning down into the forces of Konoha with the tantamount force of a thunder clap. Together stone and lighting had brought down an overwhelming force that stood to mirror the prestige the leaf ninja possessed.

Eventually the allied forces would push Konoha back forcing them to sign a peace treaty with stipulations and punishment for encroaching on the rest of the world. Something the Land of Stone would soon forget to uphold.

Intermission/Land of Bones, During the years and decades that transpired after the remnants of the first war, Konoha had adopted the original ideology of Hashirama, seeing as the edict of Madara had led them to a dynasty that was short lived. Konoha had still used integral parts of Madara’s writings within institutes such as academies and specialized covert operations such as the ANBU or root. While they devoted his teachings to the military aspect of the nation, the rest had been honored by Hashirama’s teachings. Time eroded all and with it the leaders of the leaf, as time moved on ideology shifted with it as well as power. The once proud representations of the leaf (Senju, Uchiha) had a small fall from grace as their time in the lime light had been reduced. The power they lost allowed for the other clans to stand on equal footing even if their power levels were still moderately disproportionate. Eventually Konoha would find it’s self as a Democratic Republic and global protectorate.

Being tasked with international cooperation and international order, Konoha had its first crucible with the event known as the Land of Bones. An event that was shrouded in mystery and a precarious situation that was kept under wraps even among the most elite. With such bizarre affairs taking place within their walls, Shinobi had started to blame each other for the events that took place. Short on answers and waning public opinion and support, it was time for Konoha to become the patrolling force.

The Second Great Shinobi War, Konoha unlike the first war, had no hand in igniting the second historic war. Rather, they had been constantly been trying to undermine the driving forces behind the feud. Brining up old skeletons, Konoha pushed the treaty they were forced to sign and prepositioned it to Iwa, but there was no amnesty. Sanctions would not work either and Konoha did not want to have to enter the war if they could spare it. After the failure of Konoha to procure an explanation and show to the world it was the staple global justicar, the leaf had to do something quick. Konoha quickly became the arbitrator for Kumo and its fractured tribes. Entering the war as a mediator and barrier than a military force that aided neither Iwa nor Kumo. Eventually, Iwa would recognize Konoha’s might and the annals of history from the First War and concede. The tribes could not be conquered and would quickly return to rivaling with each other once Iwa left. With a few prompts and talks, Konoha and Iwa managed to find a favorable middle ground, returning the world back to an era of peace and discovery.

The Current Leader is Kokoro Senju



Structure



Konoha has and will forever be led by one man, the Hokage, the great fire shadow. However, the nation had dismantled and dispersed the Daiymo that had once had more rule over the land than the Hokage. While the Hokage was still the chief position it was redirected and repurposed to suit the needs of the evolving world. As presented before, Konoha had adopted a government known as a Democratic Republic. It would be ruled by the people for the people, while having one man be the voice of reason and elected based on merit and aptitude for the position. While war heroes were heavily considered, not all prospective Hokages were elected based on their service to the nation. As noted, the Hokage was elected by the masses who formed other municipalities and offices that made up bigger offices and jurisdictions.

Having become such a structured nation, reared with politics, did not mean the way of the ninja was lost. Education, Military, and Agriculture were still paramount and Konoha had poured most of its resources to encourage the strict regime of keeping aptly poised ninja. Konoha’s military had been diverted into different branches that served one unified purpose, but endorsed differing purposes as independents.

Beyond these minor applications and ideology shifts, Konoha has retained its identity just as it appeared when it was first erected. While the other four nations had undergone major facial and inner rehabilitation and change, Konoha remains as plain and boring as vanilla can get.

Foreign Relations



Land of Lighting: A double sided coin in the history of the Land of Fire. Heads dictated a powerful unified country poised to rise to power faster than any other nation and challenge konoha. Tails, a country suffering a schism of ideology and power leading to a shell of what the nation once was. A docile wild dog that no longer bit the hand of the owner. Konoha has steadily pumped supplies into the nation in hopes that the Cloud would soon rise and soar over the rest once more.

Land of Water: Only associates by proximity, there’s not much to say about the two nation’s relationship as it barely qualifies as one. The two have a celebrated past of tension and disapproval that has managed to survived the ages. Had Konoha not been a global leader and remain standing after a small blow after the First War, Kiri might have seized the opportunity to strike and siphon the villages wealth. For now they remain bitter neighbors who make idle chit chat when checking the mail on Monday morning.

Land of Stone: A respected superpower in the world of now, a silent agreement and bow of respect has been built between the two. There is too much history for them to not have grown some type of rapport. The bond between the two is along the lines of mutually assured destruction, however the thought of unification with Kumo dissuades any thought of war. While the Emperor’s legions make shallow threats the actual relationship remains healthy and intact.

Land of Wind: Perhaps the Nation’s greatest and most treasured ally. Konoha had acted as a nurturing father, allowing the Wind to grow and stand on its own two feet. A harsh wilderness devoid of natural resources and favorable environment. Konoha pumped supplies and resources that allowed the Desert to flourish and become a beacon of technology and scholars. The two have an intimate relationship that has extended into exchange programs and trade.
In Naruto: The New World [High-Casual] → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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In Naruto: The New World [High-Casual] → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



"Thunder roars but does not strike. Lightning strikes but does not roar."


A nation once poised and postured to become the nation to tower among the rest, quickly fell from grace. The inhabitants of Kumogakure were a proud people said to be the original children of the world. The nation was quickly thrown into disarray after the formation of a Tetrarchy thus discarding the rules of old. Corruption, greed, and lust managed to eroded and seep into the annals of Kumo history, leaving no victor in sight. Torn asunder by a stagnating amount of resources and the onslaught of a friend turned foe in Iwa, the principality of Kumo had split into four powerful Dynasties in service to the God of Lighting, Raijin. The once great nation is kept alive by war and strife, one day seeking to reunite as a united superpower.


History



Raijin’s Dynasties, before there could ever have been the amalgamation of separate dynasties, there was one ruling faction, Kumogakure. The village hidden in the clouds was created around the same time as the rest of the major ruling villages. “A” had brought his nomadic people to settle in the land of lightning, their tribal people had believed that they were the first humans to have graced the planet, the true ancient nation. Everyone else excluding the gods had evolved from them, hence why their distinct skin color was a rare sight outside of their faction.

Having seen the effects of war sparking from Senju and Uchiha, the people of Kumo saw it as god chastising them for their disobedience. For the sake of retribution the tribes sought sanctity within the mountain tops. The mountains and clouds brought them geographical safety and advantage among the rest, while also allowing them to be closer to their god.

The First Shinobi Great War, Konoha in all its might and glory had decided to spread its borders outwards entrenching on the other villages. With impeccable timing as the death of the legendary A had transpired. The next leader would be through lineage, being passed down to the next of kin, a son being necessity. The new leader took the mantle of A and moved his people forward. Kumogakure had switched their devout beliefs into that of Raijin, the thunder god. Like that of Raijin, the people of Kumo were charged with the protection of the ninja world. Having seen the throne of power Konoha sat on, in addition to their volatile arsenal of Kekkei Genkai, Kumogakure saw it best to seek an immediate alliance in order to dispose of such a threat and bring resounding peace back into the world.

With their rapid and explosive advancement and growth, Ayame Kuzen sought out their allegiance in shifting the tide of battle. With the cacophonous sound of raging war drums, the armies of Kumogakure descended from the mountains like a lightning bolt sent from Raijin himself. Forces were depleted on both sides, heavy causalities would soon hinder the growth and succession the Cloud Village had hit in stride. Regardless, the ninja of the cloud had done their duty in assisting Iwa in defeating the monopoly that was Konoha.

Schism I: The Tetrarchy, The Second Raikage had fallen terminally ill as a result from the first shinobi war. Having given birth to no sons, and one daughter, A saw it in his best interest to severe the ties that bound hereditary rite of passage as to dissect any truly heinous rulers to take root simply by having shared the same blood. Instead, A had split the chair into a Tetrarchy (Leadership of Four People). With this the cloud would be governed by four individuals. With the schism of power, eventually the clans would begin to diversify and pledge their allegiance to their own leaders. Instead of being called A or B, each clan had decided to take the names of Raijin. The Second Raikage’s only living relative, nephew, would be appointed Raijin having had the claim of blood. The Second clan would adorn the title Raiden. The Third clan taking the name of Kaminari, and the Fourth taking the name Narukami. Little did A know, this would be the start of a long separation of the once untied Cloud.

Revengeance, as the four thunder and lightning tribes happily coexisted, there was one leader to stand out among the rest, Raiden. While Raiden wasn’t his name, he simply went by the mantle, while the others were content with the structure of Kumogakure, Raiden was not. Entranced by the power Konoha once held, Raiden sought to unite the four tribes once more and begin territorial expansion on a grand scale. No one paid him idle mind as he began to seize small land little by little, his army had slowly and steadily begun to rise. Piece by Piece the military strategist began to encroach and take over land outside of Kumogakure, breaking the treaties they had with the smaller villages surrounding them. Eventually Raiden would unite the peninsula that was Land of Lightning and press into surrounding territories. Who could deny the might of Raiden and his countless victories?

The Assassination of Hikari Kuzen, with the rise of Raiden leading the charge, his power was overshadowing the other three clans as a senate. While people were all for the expansion and colonization of the free world, others wanted to seize power back and stop their modest republic from turning into an empire. Not that the other villages would allow Kumo to rise as Konoha did regardless. A shadow faction was created to plant the seeds of rebellion and the demise of Raiden. He was too heavily guarded and in favor to assassinate him themselves. Instead they would have to garnish his favor, but how? That was when the poisonous idea of assassinating their longest standing and expansive ally, Iwa. This was the beginning of the flourishing of Kumogakure’s signature jutsu. What would be the infancy of the Lightening release armour would be the key to pulling off such a high profile assassination.

The head of the third clan or Narukami (Rolling Spirit) would task himself with the deed, having intimate knowledge of their layout due to the first shinobi war. With the aid of the novice LRA, Narukami would strike the vein to incur the idea of war, leaving behind an intentional scorch mark in order to lay blame at the warmongering leader’s feet. This was all it took for Raiden to allow the shadow faction into his trusted circle of advisors.

Schism 2: Lightning Strikes Twice, after the assassination of Hikari Kuzen the expansion Raiden set out on had been grinded to a screeching halt. It was easy for poisoned words to fill the heads of the population. Raiden’s tactics and decision to go behind the peoples back to assassinate a powerful ally was most distasteful. The false claims gave fruit to a frustration and anger in Raiden. As leader he exercised his right to do as he pleased with no questions asked. Favor for Raiden began to steadily sap like a tree bleeding syrup. Eventually, Raiden was to call and hold council to speak to the other leaders, however on his way into the forum would be the last steps he’d ever take. Surrounded with no exit, Raiden was grabbed viciously, before he retaliated and killed the man who had kunai brandished. Having realized the ambush taking place, Raiden did his best to riposte the attack. Unfortunately the numbers were too much and one by one, members of the forum stabbed Raiden to death with their kunai in hand.

This prompted a short lived civil war between Raiden supporters and other clansmen, eventually the clans isolated themselves and become their own sovereign nations with no interaction outside of constant skirmishes in order to conquer under one ideology. While this was detrimental as a whole, there was one benefit to the four tribes creating their own societies. The jutsu. Each clan had become specialized in their own unique jutsu. The Narukami had perfect the LRA that brought the rise of rebellion. The Kaminari had mastered the use of Black Lightning. The Raiden Clan had pioneered Storm Release. And finally the Raijin clan, the Raijin clan had mastered the Hell Stab and Lariat, but also another unknown jutsu that had yet to be seen by anyone outside of their domain.

The Second Great Shinobi War, having been split apart and left to their own devices, Iwa would have not forgotten the assassination of their great leader nor would they lay the blame of The Incident of the Land of Bones at any ones feet, but Kumogakure. Yet, Kumogakure was no more, the Raijin’s Dynasties were tribal groups branded as savages since their territory left them short on resources or growth. Constant battle between Iwa and the dispersed clans proved to be too taxing for anyone clan to survive. In their own way without parlaying a treaty the tribes focused their attacks together to demonstrate they still had the power of a nation, simply fractured. Eventually talks of peace would be bartered between the leaf and stone, which allowed Kumo to be left alone until present times.

The Current Leaders are Known by Title.


Structure



While each tribe is different, the structure is more or less the same as tradition allows it. While the government isn’t a full democracy, it still holds some semblance. Each tribe has a council of elders that are in charge of a different trade within their village. Whether it be agriculture, military, or education, there exists an elder that is able to sit at the table with the King of Thunder and Lightning.

While the Second Raikage had sought to destroy the process of shifting power to next of kin, the Raijin tribes had brought it back, under different circumstances. Unlike before, a leader could be challenged for power by any citizen within their walls. Crown by lineage would exist once more, but now a son could be challenged by any person within said tribe.

The challenge of course was to a trial by combat with no outside substitutes nor representative. The battle would be on equal footing regarding equipment and arena. The trial would also be to the death or if the person yielded, this often times led to banishment from the tribe leaving a mark to go along with it. Other tribes were subject to accept all banished members if they so pleased, but spies and secrets were more dissuading in most instances

From an outside perspective, the land of lightning is more or less seen as savage land. The village that had crumbled beneath its own weight and decisions. They serve the best purpose as a warrior race that cannot be tamed nor conquered despite how fractured it is, whether it’s due to its advantageous geographical location or the guerilla warfare and barbarianism that stems from their tribal infrastructure. Regardless, a country most divided and tragic in terms of its original projected growth.


Foreign Relations



The Land of Earth: : Bittersweet, the once powerful ally was nothing more than a hindrance and source of dismay. The Dynasties hold no favor towards the first world power now, with some random surge of cohesion, the tribes hope to take over Iwagakure or perhaps ally once more when the time comes or history reveals the truth behind the misalignment.

The Land of Fire: The original enemy now turned ally, seems to be one of the greatest, if not, the only nation that sends resources to that of the divided cloud. As a neutral territory and protector of all, Konoha has extended its helping hand to the Raijin Dynasties as it has with other neighboring counties. With constant shipments of food and resources the tribes dare not bite the hand that feeds. Occasionally, the Dynasties will all send a representative to speak with the Hokage and also send children to prosper in other regions safe from constant war and conflict.

Land of Wind: The wind is just a vessel to conduct the destructive force that is lightning. Yet, due to their history, neither nation was successful enough to be considered a country of value. Distance had also been a deterrent as the trek from cloud to sand was a far cry with little to no reward besides diplomatic exchanges.

Land of Water: Another mutual beneficiary to the hostile tribes. The dynasties act as the main supplier for the land of water, with some relief coming back towards the way of the tribes. Not as much as Konoha, but any resources are good resources. Any orphaned children are sent and recruited by Kiri for use in their detailed line of security and defense firms. The tribes wish to continue their talks and strive for some greater agreement.
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Location: Then: Somewhere in Affluent Brooklyn. Now: Grimaldi’s Pizzeria
Interacting with: [@Everyone]


The sun’s rays peaked over the silent misty mountaintops of the west coast terrain, dawn had broke and the day had started for many young high schoolers like Thor. While he certainly wasn’t exorbitantly rich, he was still quite up there in the affluent neighborhood. While his parents lived in the main house, Thor’s residency took place in the backyard of his Brooklyn mansion. A small little house built in what lavish and spacious land they had that resided on the water and looked out at the city that never slept. To be honest it was impossible to tell if it was night time with all the superficial light that engulfed the cities skylines. As convenient as it was to be privileged, Thor never used it as a badge of pride, living in squalor and poverty would have been fine with him too. Maybe he would have been happier that way or rather truly happy. Whatever the reason, today was what felt like his first day attending his newest transfer school, ready to ‘carpe diem’ and tear up the track. Well so he hoped, but he knew the events that transpired had changed all that.

In any event, there was no use in dwelling so he continued on with his morning. Thor is a vessel for raw unirridated energy, there was no time of day where he was tired and if he was it only seemed like a passing train. His eyes ripping open he shot directly up from his comfortable king sized mattress to peer around his room. Light tore through his blinds as he got up minutes before his alarm was set. Jumping out of bed he moseyed on down to his record player in part by moon walking over. The dust protector came up, the red light flashed on and the record in hand was spun as he blew any residual dust off. This one, this one was a classic. Record on the tray as it began to spins in anticipation for the needle, a push of a lever and the arm was coming down ready to fill the air with sound. "I hear the drums echoing tonight” entranced by the sound of music, adrenaline shot up through Thor’s spine. Grabbing a stick of deodorant as a microphone and throwing on a pair of shades and a red dress shirt, Thor slid into the focus of his foyer on his rather slippery white socks.

Jumping around his living room space, he scaled his couch followed by his fire place mantle all before landing on his armchair in front of the TV. Unbeknownst to him, he had sat on the remote as he landed which promptly turned on the TV showing what was going on in the realm of news. The roar of his music seemed to die down almost instantaneously, the world around him was suffocated by silence. His attention was being sucked in by the muffled words of the news anchor. Time slowed as the recap of the Barracuda Virus had still been a hot topic. The banner at the bottom showed just how many had died and the fallout that ensued the whole epidemic. His heartbeat could be heard through his skin, the constant thumping accelerating just a bit more as his mind shot off electric synapses across his brain. It probably looked a lot like the city lights of the five boroughs, so active, so alive. His breathing slowed, soon the shallow sounds of his breath mixed with the beat of his heart. The only sound left was that of his own. Memories of him overcome with the virus seared through his mind, he was a prospective track and field student who had been getting along with his new school and making several friends.

So why the sudden twist of fate? Betwixt the chaos and trepidation, Thor seemed to escape the grip of death that the 300 or so others weren’t as lucky to come out of unscathed. His hands began to tremble, a feeling that Thor never experienced before, fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of the unexplainable? This was a different level of fear that didn’t compare to being chase by a dog. It almost engulfed him when a voice pierced through it all and tethered him back to reality. "Thor honey, are you in there? You’re going to be late for work. I don’t think Mr. Moretti will be too pleased.” her voice sweet like honey with the subtle hint of motherly love. The news was clear and undistorted, his record player had reached the end of the record leaving only the sound of a skipping track, and the soft knocks on his front door were the only sound he heard. His hands were steady and his vitals seemed normal, whatever confusion existed was laid to rest. Turning off the TV, Thor vaulted over the side of his arm chair, "I almost forgot! I’ll be out in a minute!” Like a cyclone, Thor ripped through his dresser and his bathroom as he managed to get clothed and cleaned in one fell swoop.

Grabbing a piece of bread and smearing some semblance of peanut butter, Thor rushed out the door grabbing his back pack. His mother was still making her way back to the main house, he ran up alongside her before giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, "Bye mom, I love you! I’ll be home later!” A soft smile formed on her lips, the innocence and youth she had given birth to was second to no one, but more importantly she was just happy her boy survived. A single tear escaping the side of her cheek.

Thor always used running as his preferred mode of transportation, there was never a dull moment with this boy and whatever social norms made it unacceptable to run places were shattered by this one kid. Thor was back in control, except that he was more than likely going to be late. His eyes were glued on his watch as they darted back and forth from his wrist to the busy streets of mindless zombies. Some of them liked to walk slow, others were engorged by their phones, while others simply stood in the middle of the sidewalk. Almost like Spider-Man, Thor moved nimbly through the streets, his converse shoes scuffed and marked with his tenured track record. Skittering along the edges and vaulting over fences through alleys, the gymnastic runner finally made his way onto the street where Grimaldi’s resided. If Phiddipides could run a marathon in 3 hours, Thor was going to make it to work in 15 minutes. Catching his breath, Thor made sure his appearance was up to snuff before walking in. The bell chimed signaling his arrival, but if that weren’t enough he made his presence known. Throwing his arms up, he looked around, "Are you not entertained?!” he said triumphantly.

Or so he thought. When he glanced over to his side he saw a blonde haired goddess, her eyes were a bright blue as cold as ice. And for a moment he could have sworn they froze his feet to the ground, why? Because he tripped over seemingly nothing and fell face first into the table adjacent to him. As he rolled over he knew he had to get her name.
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