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Hello. For anyone perking an eyebrow, my old username was Wind.

Yes, I'm still a horrible human being. The assassins all failed.

I'll be joining the ranked list soon enough, hopefully. Yoshua and I have agreed to clash, for my first battle in this new season. Soooo - yeah. Yep. Mhm. I'm assuming the judge will be Innue, and the battleground will be beautiful. Good luck! Actually never mind.
@Innue

-KG's illusion is like a sculpting ability. He can sculpt the water in to something, and make it look like that - but not make it work like that.
-Divide - Has a weak spot that I'll add to the bio.
-Adamant - It enchants an object, but is limited to based on material, it should be able to be written on anything - including items stronger than adamant.
-Ignorance is Bliss - There are roughly 5-10 runes I didn't add cause their effects are only seen in idioms. I just removed 'love' cause its effects are... weird. 'Path' is another rune only seen in idioms.
-Time-Space Paradox - Bigger rune = more energy to make. Also added estimates.
-Nowhere of Importance - Bigger rune = more energy, again. Also added a common weakness to all runes, limiting durability.
-Fountain of Youth - Obviously not the death of its user, however it should be able to save a life. This depends on a spiritual complex, and if the spirit would've moved on or not, I guess? For reviving the dead, I could add a smaller timeframe of use.
-Donning the Silver Armour - Not stated as being indestructible.
-Behemoth - Yes it's alive, though composed of mostly earthen substances.
@yoshua171

Locke Wind


Sleep was difficult for the paranoid, Locke drifted in and out unwillingly. He'd miss the sound of it the first couple times during his quaint snooze. There's a reason why drinking and driving is bad. Locke dozed off for a moment, whilst leaning on the right end of his wheel. The ship turned swiftly, and not many of the men were as phased by the sudden change as you'd expect them to be. One mate would ask "Sir, what's the route?" Only to be responded to by angry whiskey induced yelling.

"Heavy tha' sails! Mermph! Me Roger be... jolly! And tell tha' wench... she can... she can... all over the tickle trunk!" Locke was infamous for sleep talking, or so the crew suspected. Regardless of if it were such, nor if it were coherent glossolalia, some things were indistinguishable between the pirate and a sinful demon. His crew obeyed as it would, and for a moment, the entire ship would circle laps. At a steady pace, the broadside of the Cruel Knave turned to face the ninjas for a moment, before a head to head feint ensued. Before long, the pursuers might notice changes to the atmosphere around them, and not only by the toxic fog, nor the smell of gunpowder, but the waters tread seemed lead astray in to chaos. After speeding the sails with wind techniques, and leading the boat to chase its tail enough times, the pirate crew would've created a whirlpool within the circumference of the traveled circle.

Only after Locke stumbled sideways did he wake up for sure, and his eyes would briskly open to the sight of an individual approaching the flank of his ship. The water beckoned his death and mocked a clock as it spun out of control. After climbing diagonally back up the ship and pushing the wheel in the opposite direction, the Cruel Knave would quickly detach from the growing whirlpool before it too was sucked in. Raging currents dared to consume the ninjas and beasts beneath the water's surface, and that wasn't even intentional on Locke's behalf! Not to mention his ignorance towards the sinker bombs that Akane was tossing overboard, the pursuer's would be lucky if they weren't whipped by the flailing six-pounder bombs. Upon coming to, the voices of the quartermaster and crow became much more clear. "Water skitters at six o'clock!" Was lingo for anyone capable of treading the water without a ship, just like the bug.

The battle was not yet over, and to that, Locke would take a swig, maybe two... five good chugs, polishing off the canteen right then and there. The captain knew they were being attacked, and yet he wasn't as quick to confront his pursuer's as one might expect. Of course, the quarter master and many of the ship's pirates would've already taken up their arms, to begin firing round-shots down the side of the hull, aiming at any one ninja who dared come too close. Several smoke bombs struck the hull, which was a funny tactic, had the many ninjas not realized that the entire Cruel Knave was already veiled in a thick mist? As they boarded the ship, they would require some sort of filtering rag or something to handle the mixture of fumes. Each human entering the vicinity would already begin feeling the moisture on their skin, and a bitter taste in their mouths. Various shouts and shots could be heard, as the crew prepared for combat. Locke's last act at the ship's wheel was to process a tried and true tactic, the direction their ship now head in, would lead it crashing ashore within half an hour.

"Stormie's gone, that good ol' man, t' my way hay, storm along, John!" And so captain Locke began to sing in merriment, embracing the chaos. "Stormie's gone, that good ol' man, t' my aye, aye, aye, Mista' Storm-along!" Not a note was cracked, no stress to bend the break. It was if he was giving away his position, however the song held a purpose. It would seem at first like the pirate's weren't even aware of the situation at hand, a couple gun shots could mean anything! The ninja's unable to see through the mist wouldn't quickly spot the captain digging through his old chest, pulling out as many firearms as humanly possible. One for each sleeve, each belt strap, and anywhere else not pointing anywhere vital. "They dug 'is grave, with a silva' spade! T' my way hay, storm along, John! His shroud o' finest silk was made. To my aye, aye, aye, Mista' Storm Along!" Half way through the shanty, and Locke was already geared from head to toe, with an extra dozen flasks of his famous brew to top the cake. Breathing the smokescreen in without coughing a lung, Locke grinned vilely as the real fight began.

"Oi, quit yer' skulking, ye bloody piss-head pansies! Have at me, like aarrrrrreeaaal man! YAAAHAHAHAHAHARRRR!" Locke's maniacal laughter, and loud booming voice not only served to instigate more out of his enemies, but with it came the storm that served his beckon call. A strange glow pierced the veil, as the cruel captain turned to stare off the back of his ship. He could sense the malice in a man, good or bad, small or great, and anyone who has ever shed blood is susceptible to this sight. The smokescreen parted, and a powerful gust would barrage the first ninja to step foot on the Cruel Knave, Hiroshi Wakahishi, whose name wasn't yet known or cared for by the pirate captain. The ninja would be shot straight back in to the ocean, unless his strength was great, and his balance was true. It was here that Locke would get a good look at his first appointed bounty hunter, and it excited him greatly to be given the privilege of facing such a quick reacting squadron. They were probably worth something alive, if they were lucky, otherwise their thumbs would do. Time was of the essence, and not worth wasting, so Locke took this opportunity to rush in and pick off the first wave. Hiroshi would find himself being focused down the minute he showed face, for the storm wasn't the only thing threatening his footing; Locke would appear before him in an instant, as sparks of electricity shot from the pirate's body, he spun around once, and used the momentum to swing his treasure chest with such a force, Hiroshi's puppet would likely be sent flying off the ship if it didn't weigh upright a half ton. In the fluid motion, gunfire would ring from many angles, one of them coming from Locke's right hand, as he pointed a barrel at the ninja's abdomen, it would shoot directly after the first strike.
Locke Wind


They say badasses don't look directly at explosions, they're often depicted walking away from the scene of one with unflinching determination. A pyromaniac would bask in the glow of a burning town however long it lasted. In Locke's case, the fishing village's carnage was a beautiful sight to behold. To the distance, with his good eye, the pirate captain noticed something of intrigue; a few of his crewbies had been slacking off, and were left behind. He'd chuckle at first, assuming he'd get to watch them all take a swim back, but before he could cough another laugh, he'd witness the gruesome slaughtering of them all. A feigned smile curved the captain's lips at this sight, and his laugh turned to a slightly darker, and almost maniacal note. To be fair, he didn't remember any of their names, and rations were running low for the crew, they wouldn't be missed. Regardless, some form of retaliation was exactly what Locke wanted.

"Aii, hoist tha'..." Locke turned back, in his drunken haze he'd have forgotten that his crew had already departed, and he was sailing upon his treasure chest. A growl escaped his mouth, before he'd grasp the side handle of his chest and take matters back in to his own hands. The soles of his boots would find footing atop the ocean's surface, and he'd speedily tread it back to the ship, before a strong jump landed him beside the coxswain. "Ah, cap'n, I was just-" The mate spoke up, but the sudden gun pointed at his chin shut him up quaintly. "Yap yap yap, shaddap! Ye' blimey useless shit! Ya' forgot a few crew ashore, n'now guess what... we've got company. Go ready tha' cannon hull fer' battle, else I'll have yer head swingin' across tha mast!" Locke spoke and spat at the same time, baring his gnarly teeth, whilst his gun pointed straight for the kill. His lackeys quickly got back to work, and control over his vessel returned to him. The battle was not yet over, for Locke enjoyed leaving parting gifts for his enemies.

Deft steering halted the Cruel Knave at first, before pivoting it atop the ocean blue. No longer would its rear face the shore, but instead the broadside of the ship. Not a minute would pass, before the firing squad got to work. A cherry for the top of the cake, the good old 'rub it in' tactic. Perhaps ignorant, however not incapable was the pirate crew in combat. Whatever survived the initial lightning raid wouldn't endure the cannon barrage to come. Pirate tactics were more cunning and ruthless than they were truly tactical, and only ten flaming cannonballs were all it'd take to express that fact. The very second those iron balls struck the dirt, the entire village lit aflame. How? The landscape had been drenched in alcohol, it was bound to spread from the burning houses eventually. This trick was meant to lure in any so called 'heroes,' the quickest to respond, and light them up in a blaze of glory. Shame all of this was wasted on a single metal creature. Maybe some stragglers would feel the fire, but either way, in the end the ship would flee the scene of a truly vulgar event. If the dune hunter was not either pummeled by shrapnel, or melted in the fiery wake of the pirates, it'd have a chance to complete its mission.

Cries for mercy could be heard echoing from the lower decks, as the pirates had their way with their captives. A few broads brought cheer back to any miscreants face, and a few young boys would make excellent row fodder. As much infamy as he'd earn, Locke knew this raid was an absolute success, and with that came insight. People were after him, as always, and now he needed a battle plan. Like hell he'd just find some hole to hide in till things blew over, and signing any papers with his newly designated enemies was unwise. He needed to know more about these 'Sand Ninja,' and what better a way, than through the mouths of their own captured? The kunoichi held captive would much rather talk with Locke, than deal with the needs of his simple-minded lackeys, that's for sure. Locke nodded over his quartermaster once more, the only man he still trusted, and with a few simple gestures with his chin and pistol, the man knew exactly where to sail. Old captain Locke would visit his new swabbies now.

The lower deck was an absolute mess. Several bodies were piled up already, a few shinobi, and a few pirates both from the fight prior. Among them, a few seemed dead, but were simply pissed drunk. Two female ninja, each with a headband hailing the sand nation's symbol, both looked over to the captain as he entered. One was gagged and bound up tight with electric rope, disabling her nervous system, and thus rendering her unable to perform jutsu. The other could be seen in the shadow of the room, where one pirate was attempting to fondle her in the petty state she found herself in. Unlike his crew, Locke cared not for desires of the flesh, and only pitied his crew for being so simple and barbaric. "Ho thar, this pretty little lass here? Aye... she's mine, ya hear?" His raspy voice chilled the crew stiff, and immediately the pirates dispersed from their other captive, who gave the captain a vile leer, like a captive wolf might. Locke laughed at her discipline, and dragged her by her long hair back in to his cabin - she made not a single peep from the pain she was in. Much of what could be heard from the cabin was nothing but the loud and obnoxious threatening of Locke Wind, whilst the afflicted shinobi's voice went completely unheard. Moments passed, and Locke's voice repeated itself many times, until the sound of gunfire finally summoned voice out of the shinobi girl, screams, and nothing coherent after that. The door would creak open, and Locke dragged the ninja back out of his cabin. Blood pooled from her shin, where a bullethole was visible. "Patch tha' wench up, ya hear?! If she dies, well so do ye! She ain't gettin' anywhere, any time soon. Have yer grubby way with her, maybe it'll loosen up that knotted tongue o' hers." Locke growled these words, before tossing the girl to the feet of his crew. Her loyalty would keep any secret information safe, but at what cost? Sure, she might have been prepared for ninja interrogation tactics, but a pirate's were much more... unorthodox.

Whilst returning to the ship's wheel, Locke made sure to scout his surroundings with such care; his paranoia saw everything aloof. The monster from earlier might pay them a visit, after all. After seeing it, Locke made his rounds with utmost care. His ship could only travel so far, so if the creature could chase them out here, so be it. Positioning himself beside the ninja gave him a possible hostage, yet the creature wasn't as punctual as expected. Locke's eyes glanced from side to side, sizing the waters, and scouting for a trace of malice in the air. Perhaps the creature couldn't swim, or it was melted as planned, either way left room to worry. An aura of unease stirred the ship, as they traveled along the shoreline. At any moment, a raiding party could attack, or they might find new prey, the war was never-ending.
Locke Wind


'Tchik, tchick,' quietly a match lit finally lit up in this dull haze. Alcohol was a horrible thirst quencher in the desert, and much of the mist had evaporated as it passed inland, on the northbound wind. As heat rose, it was easier to light ship's bane again, and the latter idea caused enough stress to a pirate, so his thought process came to relieve himself a minute. Under the chaotic neutral alignment, everything that mattered was the ego, and what that ego laid claim to. Not once did Locke reminisce on the idea that his wrongdoings stole jobs from his neighbors, nor the heartache or hatred that would breed. After a deep inhale, old captain Locke tossed the still-lit match on his pissing pile and watched it burn. He was happy being a bad person, even if he didn't sleep well at night.

The pirate's crude vocabulary debated against the voices in his head, they called out from time to time. "Steal... Life..." A dark and raspy whisper echoed alone in his skull. "Aye, a hostage is in order. But none o' these lassies be dressed anythin' fancy... arrr... maybe... maybe if we doll her up nice, n' pass tha' wench off as a princess... not a betta' idea! Glad I came up wit'it." It was strange how he came to conclusions with himself.

The slave wenches were beautiful, except Sa Li. "A barrel fer Sally!" The captain jested, before the pirates brought her back in to the ship. Finally, one of the villager ninjas would have infiltrated the pirate's ship, or to an opportunist captain, a drunk was found alive. Informants were useful, and that is why it is good to poke dead bodies with sticks in misty places, sometimes they weren't dead at all! Every time Locke arrives in town, the entire population became intoxicated and inducted in to the pirate way of life. His crew weren't lightweight drinkers, and thus a disadvantage turned upside down due to unorthodox circumstances. On the bright side, gibberish all would be remembered about what really happened on that evening.

It was time to set sail. Landlubbers were frowned upon by the crew's majority, as were the lightweight. Hit and run tactics weren't as honourable as they were effective. "At the end of the day, there was booty and lay." Said one pirate. "Aye!" Exclaimed another. Locke was sometimes the last to join his crew's diparture, which was weird yet sanctified by years of attempted mutiny; this time it was for good reason, he happened upon the weirdest of things, a doll shop. He thought about bringing one back for target practice, until one he spotted caught his attention, it looked eerily human-like, and was leering at him. A staring contest began, to which Locke was utterly defeated. As a drinker of whiskey, Locke got angry when he was humiliated around inanimate objects and everything else. Seeing another doll with a long nose was looking as if it was laughing at him set Locke off, enough to merit the unnecessary waste of a grenade. He had hundreds, sure, but sometimes a man needed that many! With a smug smirk, Locke nodded overhead at the puppet that tripped him out, and turned away. While walking, the pirate captain pulled out a small clay bomb from his inner pockets, and licked the trigger hair to the base once. He angled his still lit cigar to the wire's end first, and tossed it over his shoulders while walking. He had seen many explosions before, and didn't care about how nice just one looked, and so he returned to his ship after a swim.

Returning to sea, Locke would have to catch up to his ship now. They cared more about their own interests, and not his. Easily manipulated, but trained for combat nonetheless. Upon return to the ship, Locke recited in his mind how he would order his crew to travel further east along the coastline... even though they were already on that exact same route. Thing is, swimming around while carrying that coffer, was little different than using a coffin as a mini boat.
Locke Wind


Gloom followed in wake of the scourge, captain Locke Wind, as he fared for new shores. The Cruel Knave purposely sailed through a veil of mist, whenever it encroached on foreign territory. The ship's frame and hull were already badly torn, and one of the main sails had been cut clean off. A couple crew mates were already swabbing the deck of blood, from a battle shortly passed. Darkened were the skies at the pirate ships back, as it fled the scene of battle, where smoke lead the souls of the defeated up in to heaven, a place the pirate scourge may never tread. A cargo ship was lit ablaze, and many treasures destined for the country of Wind, were now in the possession of a different Wind.

"Tha' whole country be named after me, eh? Well, what're ye deadbeats waitin' for? Haul wind!" Locke snapped at his crew, who would follow his lead by sheer intimidation. "Aye sir!" His closest mates would echo his voice, as they manned their stations. The Cruel Knave's first impression in the eastern lands surely had to be a memorable one, and so it was decided that one surviver would be let loose to return to their village, to warn the elders of Sunagakure. Locke had a plan from the very beginning, and it required a steady level of infamy in order to succeed. Firstly, the local governments needed to know his name before he could even pronounce theirs, after that, he'd need to teach them the dangers in which followed that name. Once revered, Locke would begin ransoming the ships and treasures he'd capture, or align himself with whoever was warring against the richest of nations. Super simple stuff, really.

Hours would pass, and the daily lives of pirates went on without being described much in this paragraph. "Land ho!" Broke the silence, a voice thundering down from the crow's nest. Several members of the pirate crew would cheer like landlubbers, but a smile even found its way across the scourge's mouth, though sinister and scary to behold. "Ayyy, scout tha' shore fer a dock!" Ordered Locke, and within the minute, a course would be set. "Thirty degrees east, captain! Small village up ahead, an' a huge open desert at its back!" The sniper explained, and without a response, Locke tilted the steering wheel appropriately. This would be the very first village to greet his crew, after their long and arduous journey, and they'd all pray for comfy beds, wenches, and rum! A fifteen minute gap was all the little wind country village had to prepare itself for the worst.

Locke left the wheel to his quartermaster while preparing himself for the next raid. In his left hand, almost never seen far from his side, was the enchanted treasure chest where he kept his arsenal of weapons and coinage. Slamming the chest down on the deck, the captain unlocked his safe and gazed fondly inside the Tickle Trunk at a mesmerizing pile of coins, goblets, weapons, and pretty much anything else a hoarder might hoard! The pile filled the enchanted chest so high, that Locke could actually reach inside and pull out equipment from the top of the pile! He needed a new set of guns, after wasting his in the last battle, and so he'd stock his chest buckles up with three flintlocks. He'd refill his pouches with gunpowder, and his flasks with rum. A vicious rat would bite and latch on to his arm as he pulled it out the final time. "Oi, git!" Locke would growl, snatching the rat by its tail and tossing it overboard. After stuffing some loot from the last raid in to the chest, namely some smoke bombs, kunai, and katanas, he'd lock it tightly, and drag it along with him towards the gangplank.

Heavy breathing wasn't a sign of nervousness, but a pirate trick to play on the unsuspecting. With every exhale, Locke sprayed a thick and smelly mist in to the air, which would further shroud his ship until it was completely invisible as it approached the fishing village. Shouting would ensue, battle orders meant to prepare for siege. The sails would hold, and the ship stopped with its port side facing the village docks. It approached ever so slowly, ever so cautiously, until the mist would sweep through the village and cause confusion. Before any other wind manipulators could do something about it, the 'warning shots' would have been fired. BANG! The fierce sound of gunfire echoed across the farscape, followed by the war cries of Locke's mighty pirate crew. At least a dozen shots would be fired before the pirates landed, thus instilling fear and chaos in the once peaceful village. Several houses would crumble upon their lost support beams, and a few casualties would be counted before the real fight even started. Screams of despair played a symphony to Locke's evil muse, luring him ever closer, with one leap, he'd be the first man to reach the docks. Many fishermen, women, and children could be seen scrambling through the wreckage, although many others were quick to brandish knives, or prepare hand seals, they were ready for combat.

First at bat, was a sand shinobi wielding a katana! The poor bloke would be knocked aside with ease, and met with the realization that Locke's treasure chest could substitute as a blunt force weapon. Another ninja in the distance was preparing hand seals, for what? Locke didn't care or want to find out. "Oi!" The scourge rushed ahead with electric speed, kneeing his opponent with a preemptive attack, and following it up by equipping his pistol and shooting the man in the chest mid-air. "Find someone else ta' play patty-cake with, ya' fokkin loser! Hah, haha!" Mocked the pirate captain, before skirmishing with several other shinobi now able to locate him, due to his loud and obnoxious voice. The siege would rage on for a while longer, with casualties being counted on both teams. Explosions, cries of agony, and clashing steel played a violent background music until one side would be dwindled too thin to continue.

Little glory could be attained from a sneak attack on such a small, under-defended town, but to Locke, this was the first of many stepping stones. As the mist settled and sunk in to the sand, all that was left was rubble and carnage. Few houses stood upright, and even fewer of those weren't still aflame! Victory cries echoed across the newly captured village, as the pirates had won their very first victory against this world of shinobi. "Raid, plunder, loot to yer' hearts content, me mateys! Savor a few wenches for tha rest o' tha crew, and leave no pub unturned!" Were the orders any pirate loved to follow, and follow they did. The next several hours would be spent on shore, until the pillaging was done, or reinforcements came. At the very edge of the town, there stood Locke, gazing upon the vast expanse of sand. He'd spit far, and scowl at what he saw. "Not a cow's shit in miles! No farms, no castles, no temples o' gold... pah! Country o' wind? Shame, nothin' but that! Huk!" The second loogie shot further than the first, and Locke turned back to the wreckage of his newly seized town. He had to find a survivor, someone who knew enough about this country to interrogate, and determine if there were any treasures worth hunting around these parts. It was a shame that most of the survivors had already fled, and these damned ninjas would rather die than let themselves be captured. Locke killed his time, kicking over the rubble, scouring the land for oddities to fill his treasure chest with.
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