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[1] "Life is parallel to hell but I must maintain."






The falcon took flight in the vacant sky. As her long wings stretched out she took in her surroundings.. Though, for this lively peregrine today there was not much to see. The skies remained empty, naked and unmarked by not a single cloud. She continued to whoosh up into the sky, coming upon a vast field blanketed by tall grass. The falcon circled the land, drawn in by the serene beauty of an untouched field.

A spear-like projection of fire struck her down without warning. Hidden within the distant grove many meters across, a legion of shadows darted into the sky with inhuman acceleration. At once, the empty plain of grass revealed multiple battalions of shinobi. From a distance, patch of land several meters adjacent to this congregation of flak jackets and forehead protectors, emerged a force of iron clad samurai.

Time would pass as additional actors took to the stage in this unplanned theatre of war. It had just been days after the declaration of war. Each side believed the success of their attack to be an inevitability. In what could only be described as an anomaly, or perhaps a severe blunder in intelligence gathering, all participating forces arrived simultaneously to the battlefield. Without announcement or warning, the once naked stretch of land became the crucible of war.

They collapsed upon one another immediately. Flexible hands reached out shaping into symbols formed at blinding speed. Lands of Fire, Water, Earth, Lightning, and Wind equally partook in the theater. They fought against one another twisting and bending nature to their will. Beautifully weaved handsigns gave way to absolute perversions that cleaved life equally and without discrimination.

At twilight the air began to hum to the pleasant clang of iron against iron. The concern was in full affect. Stone sliding against stone. Kunai piercing flesh. Thought it had now been dusk the activity hadn’t shown any signs of decline. Countrymen bled for their banners, and though gladly laying down their lives none knew of the magnitude of their contribution.

Stone sliding against stone. Kunai piercing flesh. For every cry that declared death, to the useless wails for mercy, in the theater of war every note contributed a footnote to the annals of legend.

The Warring Era! I have been reading the ancient books for a long time, waiting for the moment where those battles would take place before my eyes.

Stone sliding against stone. Kunai piercing flesh.

Compared to back then, the current peace is so trivial and dull. Ah, perhaps it is true. Maybe I'm just a nut who can't live without blood and fighting.





Iori roused from his sleep startled and found that his head resting in the lap of a woman.

"Talking in your sleep again?" She asked, amused. "Children should know better than to stay up all night like that. Reading picture books at your age? Cute."

Iori's face stung, but he knew better than to show it.

Why do I tolerate her again?

He rose his head from the comfort of her lap and faced her.

"You would dare say that to me?"

"I would." She said.

And that is how they became lovers.


The past few posts have been great continuations from the openings I'v seen so far. I ended up doing a whole ass post today off of the notes I already had. It hurts a lot when you're continuously committing false starts. Writing paragraph after paragraph to ultimately delete it all in the end; that's painful. Felt better just writing, regardless.

Notes/Comments

About my recent post, I hope the interactions between Yasuke and BB are clear and aren't too confusing. I try and maintain the tone/theme of mental illness, demonstrating Yasuke's POV in contrast with the objective reality everyone's experience. I'd like to try and capture B.B. as her own person while still preserving the fact that she's imaginary.

Yasuke Kure: The Immortal Man & Knights of The Cruciform

[2] People are frightening. Monsters. Ask me again, why I choose to hide. Weren't we taught as children to avoid such monstrosity? The creatures blanked in darkness.








Session II
"In our last talk you mentioned someone. B.B. Who is this B.B, Yasuke?"

"Why is that relevant? Aren't I meant to be the subject through all of this, doctor."

"Yes, that's right, Yasuke we are here for you. Since this is all about you why don't you introduce B.B. Whoever this person is I have a feeling they mean something. They're important. B.B means something. Am I wrong?

"Butcher Brown is a cerebral pain in the ass. Her Kekkei Genkai is the ability to impose unbearable irritation upon other people."

"Now, that's not quite-"

"She's a psychopathic, untrustworthy, manipulative liar."

"Is that really what you think? You know what I think? I think in some way you rely on her. B.B, in all her faults and abuse, offers something that you value."

"You know my mind still goes back to the first time you came to me."

I didn't exactly come to Mei but I do like her. I was forced here. Mei is a simple woman who lost her daughter early in life to Leukemia. Her brother's bipolar and refuses to comply with his psychiatric mediation. She's suffered her fair share of loss. A life riddled with pain, yet here she is, the last altruist on Earth. Though she's a psychologist she's really bad at reading people but I'm really good at reading people. My secret? I look for the worst in them.

"It pleases me to hear that you're not yelling like before. That's good. But I can sense that you still cling to it. "

"We need to work on your anger, Yasuke."





[Land of Iron]-[Depths of the Countryside]


The shed remained still and several minutes had passed without a word being said. The paper sat idly by his desk and Yasuke continued to stare at the words scribbled on the page. A conflict had ensued in the caverns of his mind. He struggled silently for a moment.

His fingers itched to delve into the wealth of information he knew these letters had. Some part of him desperately sought to rationalize and make sense of the cryptic message that came at his doorstep. The scientist within wanted answers, hating mysteries and anything that was the slightest bit illogical. However, there remained the elephant in the room. The anchor ornamenting his ankle. In that moment everything paled in comparison to the next high. Even the possibility of another fix was enough stimulus to induce joy.

He suddenly broke out into cold sweat. Little droplets of perspiration ran down his forehead with urgency. A hot flash struck through the cloud covered sky and found its way inside the shanty. Unable to keep his head up and fearing the blinding light, his attention locked onto the mystery before him. Yasuke's brow tightened as he passed another glance at the letter.

S.B. Whoever they are, knows who I am. That's a problem. It means I made a mistake. No. I don't make mistakes.

"Somehow this person knows me. Could it be an enemy? But they're asking for my assistance. Why?" Junkie brain or not. Yasuke's mind had already gained traction. It moved about, spiraling into rapid streams of thought that translated audibly to nonsensical ramblings of a madman.

"S.B." He repeated. "Why don't I know you." His knees fell to the floor, and with trembling hands he grasped his entire head in his palms, fishing for a memory that would never surface.

"You should hear it out. I know it's suspicious. Shit, breaks every rule we've got but you should hear them out. Whoever sent this letter, I think you should take the risk and see who they are for yourself."

Yasuke's racing thoughts crashed into a stop. "Do you even hear yourself right now? I haven't the faintest fucking clue as to who this person is. It's written as if I were meant to but I don't. Even still, we've got a fucking job to do. Now's not the time to go pro bono."

Butcher Brown was floored. She felt herself reeling from the realization that the roles had switched. Typically, she was the one tasked with persuading Yasuke against taking reckless actions. It bothered her that he was right. More importantly, it disturbed her to know that she could never tell him the truth. It was a burden, being tasked with the impossible. How do you persuade a paranoid junkie to break protocol and do something completely stupid?

"You're going to do it whether you like it or not. Whether you want to or not. You'll do it. " B.B opted for a direct approach, moving straight to the point.

"Ok so you don't know the guy? Why is that alarming for a man with a fractured mind? What show have you been watching kid? I mean, your head's been a diseased shit show since episode one." B.B felt relieved. Always bet against the crackhead. It's practically a philosophy. Silly me, being worried.

He knelt there motionless, mouth open and eyes bulging.

"There are going to be blank spots, kid. We talked about this already. That's why I think this S.B guy's worth checking out. You might get your answers."




Kérberos



Two nights before the operation



Kérberos had survived war among the mountain tribes. It had withstood whatever nature and all it's cleverly named calamities could throw at it. The Avalanche of Remus. The Great Blizzard of Mad Chief Elk. Hurricane Temari. Whatever force threatened it's being, Kereberos endured. Natives in the land claim that very reason is why it eventually became a safe haven for the disqualified. The bar itself had overflown in the past century of its existence from a walk up loft in one of Port Romance's sagging older buildings along the Ilia River, to nine levels in four sagging old buildings along the Ilia. The single element of consistency at Kereberos over the decades was its propensity for attracting rejects.

Sosuke hated the damned bar the moment he laid eyes on it. As he slouched forward in his seat, toying with his glass contemptuously like a problematic lover. He knew that if his wife were alive she would never let him forget this moment. He fondly remembered the countless arguments, and realized he would trade being the punching bag to her limitless rage than not having her at all. She always hated him teasing her about her savage drinking. That's what he deserved for marrying a girl from the Fire Country.

That goddamn Will of Fire. His ribs ached from the pain of having reminded his joyless body what laughter felt.

Rangiku would have longed for this, having finally gotten her drinking partner

He drank again. With a single flat glance of the eye he signaled the bartender over to pour himself another drink. One more drink, he would channel these words in monotonous chants until they meant something. Another drink to drown the pain. Another drink to forget.

It would take the Nile, and even then I'd still have nothing.

"You can't drown an ocean." He spat, again staring into his glass with hate in his eyes. He drank again.

"I'm a lucky girl, doc." A voice burst out from the shadows. It had to have come from the corner, interrupting this private display of self-pity. Sosuke wondered how the world could have changed so much, worsened to such an extent that a man could no longer anguish in peace.

The voice continued. "You're the second doctor I've seen this week. The second one. Can you believe it? Forget whatever nonsense the politicians rave on about. Now that's quality healthcare."

The voice grew louder and the figure in the darkness slowly emerged into the light.

Sosuke's eyes widened in disbelief. "Y-Yasuke? Why-"
"Of the two doctor's I've seen, one's a socially isolated, paranoid meth addict, and the other appears to be an alcoholic."

A smile formed from it's lips, revealing lupine like canines. "Now that's bitchin' healthcare. Humanity's finest. "

"Why are you here, Butcher?"



It's expression did not falter and it smiled, at ease knowing that it's sudden appearance unnerved the man. "What's the problem? A girl can't visit her favorite doc? I only wanted to remind you about a little something called, patient confidentiality."

"Patient confidentiality?" asked Sosuke. He felt disturbed knowing he nearly slurred.

"As in, keep your mouth shut." The figure, revealed as Butcher Brown, answered.

"Yasuke will be meeting you for the first time tomorrow night. It won't the first encounter for either of you, but for him, all of this will have been new. He won't recognize you, and to be honest I'm not sure he ever will remember. But that doesn't matter."

Butcher Brown approached the man, grasped his glass into examining hands and glared into it.

"Whiskey. You really do hate yourself, huh?" With zero regard she dropped the glass, unfazed by the shattered pieces exploding against the floor. "Discretion. That's all I'm asking, doc. Just go on and tell your sob story and cue the waterworks. We'll find your kid. Don't push anything on Yasuke, and we'll get along just fine."


End of Session

"Don't be frustrated."

"And why shouldn't I be?"

"You're different than most. You at least try. You at least understand."

"Understand what?"

"What it's like to feel alone. You understand the pain, and you protect people from it, protect me from it."

"I respect that about you."













Let me get in on this wave real quick. I'm more meticulous than I'd like when it comes to storyboarding/planning, and it slows down the actual act of...writing. :/


Yasuke Kure: The Immortal Man & Knights of The Cruciform

[1] I'm not your average doctor.




Pick your head up kid, we're going monster hunting!



"How are you doing?"

"Good, how are you?"

"Good, what brings you in today?"

"Can't say I haven't had better days, doc. Tch, doc, that file in your hand says that I'm a physician right? So lets just talk doctor to doctor here and skip all the trivialities."

"This won't work."


"Do you want it to? Mr. Kure do you understand why you're here?"

"B.B's insistence. Suddenly, the bitch cares about mental health."

"You're hiding, again."


"Let's talk about progress. I know you're not seeing things like before."



Only the quick witted, clever and sly, have been able to perceive the truth regarding happiness. Now isn't that funny. Truly, some comical shit. Clever people have long been aware that happiness is like good health:it goes unnoticed when you have it. But as the years roll on by, oh the memories, the memories of happiness past.

I think I was happy those four years of medical school. I was happy during that winter, that headlong, unforgettable year of storm and blizzard.

What hurt the most? Lady, you expect me to rank my pain as if it were a pissing contest composed of all the greatest hits of Yasuke Kure's fucking depravity? You don't understand. It's like an arranged set of dominoes. One thing leads to another. But if I had to trace it all back, I think shit got real that day I ran out of morphine



[Land of Iron]-[Depths of the Countryside]


Awakening was hard, as always. The ultimate disappointment. Yasuke fought his share of battles in life, his body told the tale well enough to make words unnecessary. But he knew of many forces that rendered resistance futile. Sleep was one of them. Physical disorders, chronic pain, depression and anxiety. It was the luck of a draw, that was all one received when an assortment of ailments was responsible for a lifetime of fucked sleep.

Yasuke lay gasping, shaking with violence force. The bed's sheets were icy cool,and it's touch felt like frostbite from a swim in the tundra pool. He curled inward, grasping the wolfskin coat like a desperate lover in heat. His heart beat too fast, too loud. Circulation finally flowed back to his arms and legs but in flumes of minute, delicate pains.

When his body calmed down and he came to, he scanned the room. The lodge he stayed in was dimly lit, illuminate only by sparse candles. That made little difference as he frantically searched about. A single drive could equip an addict with unprecedented abilities. Night vision was one of them. He could not find the morphine.

"Not now. Fuck, not now." He recited these words as if in a trace, digging through every inch of the small shack.

"Good morning to you too, buttercup." The voice came from a corner across the room. A makeshift bed of hay had been set up, and emerging from the corner stood a petite curly haired woman.

"I even gave you the bed this time in consideration of your little nightmares." She said almost mockingly.

Yasuke did not have it in him to trade blows with her, especially not at the moment. He examined the bed once more despite having already done so. Despite stripping nearly every inch of the small lodge he could not find it.

"Where is the fucking syringe B.B." He spat.

The petite dark skinned woman's stature ended at Yasuke's waist, but she approached him standing tall and looking him in the eye with such force that none of that mattered.

"You ran out yesterday. That last re-up back at Port Romance should have lasted you longer-"

"So I'll fucking re-up again! There, that settles it. You should have told sooner."

"Before you completely lose yourself in this little junkie crusade of yours, you've got some mail."

Yasuke clumsily tore open the envelope. It contained a crumbled prescription form lacking a stamped address.

The letterhead looks familar
He turned the sheet over revealing a letter on the opposite side, written in small spidery handwriting.

Dear Yasuke,
Forgive me for writing this old scrap. There's no proper paper at hand. It's my daughter, she's been taken. There's no one to help me, and in any case I'm sorry to say this old friend but you owe me as much. After all they only found me because of you. Hard to believe that everything would fall apart after ten years in hiding. I suppose that's the consequence of having good intentions in a world where power is the only capital.

I'll be in Port Romance on the night of the upcoming festival. Find me at midnight, at the bar of the three headed wolf. Please Yasuke, my daughter's life is in your hands.
-S.B


Yasuke's face hardened. He made a fist with one hand and deliberately dug his nails into his palm until they all but broke the skin. The pain drew him into a lull, and with that to distract him, he faced her. "Who the fuck is this?








Liking the cast so far. When this project was just coming off the ground a bunch of us shared initial designs for our OCs. I was expecting a Village Hidden in Wakanda with all the black characters initially presented lol. Excited to see this take off. I barely have a story idea prepared but it'll be fun working on the fly with ya'll.


Name: Iori Kure
Nickname: Squalo
Age: 22
Type of Voice/Voice Actor: Sahr Ngaujah
Handedness: Left-Handed
Birth Sign: Libra
Village/Country: Land of Iron
Likes/Interests: Appearances. Plays, preferably tragedies. World history,better to know your enemy, his father, grandfather, and progenitors. Their culture. Military. Cuisine. There’s power in knowing. Maps. Ramen. Human nature & its clash with modern science. The pheromones given off by prey nearing death. It’s rather intoxicating,

Dislikes: Messiness. Complacency. Dull stories.

Economic Status/Behavior: Your First Goal Seeking Objective: Upper middle class. Whatever his salary as a fast rising military officer cannot afford he compensates for using political connections.

Personality traits, favorite sayings, habits:
“To put an end to the facade of peace afflicting the world, and see the return of the warring eras of the past. That makes for a better story than this nonsense of “peace”, doesn’t it?

Decisive & cunning. Duplicitous. Iori is manipulative, carefully disguising a sadistic persona under the guise of pacifism. The smell of blood pulls him into the mood of a fight. Intelligent, he’s confident in his ability to mask his true intentions. Despite being cautious, Iori’s underlying sadistic urges sometimes complicate his plans. A man of many illusions and faces. No one ever knows what he is truly thinking.

Brief History:

The man who let Grendel loose. In becoming a breaker of chains, he sent his clansmen to their deaths”
Grendel was the name of this grim demon
Haunting the marches, marauding round the heath
And the desolate fens; he had dwelt for a time
-Beowulf, Seamus Heaney Translation


When he saw that his infamy had risen to such a point that he was given the moniker, Squalo, Iori was amused. At least his enemies were literate. Among the Kure clan, not a single soul understood how the young Iori obtained his position. It was not that there was doubt in his competency as Rear Admiral of the Land of Iron. Subordinates praised him for his intelligence, commended his grace and charm. Yet, when questioned further, no one could account for his true origins.

Iori, a member of the Kure branch house, lacked the monstrous strength common among members of the main house. That is not to say that he was ever considered weak. No one has been able to accurately gauge his strength, nor describe his technique. His entire life, a majority of fights concluded in his opponents forfeit or withdrawal, overwhelmed by his massive battle aura. Whispers in the hall of the Kure palace illustrate the man as a bloodthirsty shark, free from the fear of predation.. And, that is such tales of his infamy have remained as nothing more than whispers.

When the Kure family head, Demali, adopted an outsider into the family, Yasuke found a saving grace from the new prospect. The two became fast friends as Iori assimilated into one of the branch family houses. Yasuke, as the middle child, struggled to find his footing in society. Iori, with effortless grace, commanded attention and respect unlike the clumsy Yasuke, too socially awkward to partake in the clan’s official affairs.

Demali took special interest in Iori and would eventually mold him into becoming a respected right hand. Notably, when he waived Iori’s branding ceremony, powerful fuinjutsu that removed a person’s ability to speak and disclose pertinent information. This was the Kure’s way of preserving the secrecy behind the Gu ritual, keeping generations of human weapon programming in the shadows. Few in the clan were afforded such privileges, and never without a price. Iori paid that price and many more with an indulgent smile, he had no qualms about dancing with the devil so long that it benefited him.

Worming his way into the daimyo’s cabinet, securing Rear Admiral at the age of 18, Iori’s rise in the bureaucracy in the Land of Iron mirrored the tenancy of child soldiers from the Warring Age. He had it all, set for life, and yet dreadfully bored. Before, he satisfied his needs with games. Convincing Yasuke that he could gain independence from the main house with his honest efforts, and then accompanying him in his training in medical ninjutsu. The pleasure of Yasuke’s impending torment satiated his thirst for a while but it wasn’t enough. None of it would be enough.

And so, he would create his own monster. Freeing Yasuke from the clan’s hold on his psyche was like the feeling one gets as a child, setting up fireworks for the first time. The rush of death swarms your chest as you wait for that inevitable explosion. When he realized that his monster had suffered from warped, distorted memories and delusions he crept with joy. Tragedy. Tragedy. Tragedy. Iori believed himself to be a poet. And, a poet pays his toll in suffering. His whole life he felt robbed, stolen from a time long ago. He wished to have been born in that ancient era of heroes and villains, of war and death. Iori would author his own tragedy,

Perks:
“A man whose blade rob’s its opponent of their hold on the world. “

“The illusory blade”.Iori style:Jaiantopansā-ryu “Giant Panther Style”[1.5]
The kenjutsu of the Kure clan was forged for the purpose of combating ninjutsu. Jaiantopansa-ryu techniques are divided into five forms based on respective elements(Lightning/Thunder, Fire, Wind,Water, & Earth. Each Kata is specialized in a category, speed, strength, evasion & defense.

A skilled illusionist, Iori employs efficient bursts of genjutsu prowess in combination with the kenjutsu of the Kure. His variant of Jaiantopansā-ryu uses genjutsu to disrupt the chakra flow of an opponent’s nervous system. A pair of bells hang from his blade’s kashira(butt-cap), also decorated by bright purple ribbons. These sensory props enhance his illusory swordplay as he works to disrupt the opponent’s senses.

Suiton Release[1.5]
The user's affinity in nature release lies in water, enabling him control over bodies of water and emission of water through his own chakra reserves.

Jutsu List: 4 D-rank, 2 C-rank, 1 B-rank








Stats:

You have 525 points to allocate to these stats

Strength: 75
Dexterity: 75
Perception: 70
Chakra Control:90
Chakra:55
Charm: 90
Proficiency: 70


Name: Iori Kure
Nickname: Squalo
Age: 22
Type of Voice/Voice Actor: Sahr Ngaujah
Handedness: Left-Handed
Birth Sign: Libra
Village/Country: Land of Iron
Likes/Interests: Appearances. Plays, preferably tragedies. World history,better to know your enemy, his father, grandfather, and progenitors. Their culture. Military. Cuisine. There’s power in knowing. Maps. Ramen. Human nature & its clash with modern science. The pheromones given off by prey nearing death. It’s rather intoxicating,

Dislikes: Messiness. Complacency. Dull stories.

Economic Status/Behavior: Your First Goal Seeking Objective: Upper middle class. Whatever his salary as a fast rising military officer cannot afford he compensates for using political connections.

Personality traits, favorite sayings, habits:
“To put an end to the facade of peace afflicting the world, and see the return of the warring eras of the past. That makes for a better story than this nonsense of “peace”, doesn’t it?

Decisive & cunning. Duplicitous. Iori is manipulative, carefully disguising a sadistic persona under the guise of pacifism. The smell of blood pulls him into the mood of a fight. Intelligent, he’s confident in his ability to mask his true intentions. Despite being cautious, Iori’s underlying sadistic urges sometimes complicate his plans. A man of many illusions and faces. No one ever knows what he is truly thinking.

Brief History:


The man who let Grendel loose. In becoming a breaker of chains, he sent his clansmen to their deaths”
Grendel was the name of this grim demon
Haunting the marches, marauding round the heath
And the desolate fens; he had dwelt for a time
-Beowulf, Seamus Heaney Translation


When he saw that his infamy had risen to such a point that he was given the moniker, Squalo, Iori was amused. At least his enemies were literate. Among the Kure clan, not a single soul understood how the young Iori obtained his position. It was not that there was doubt in his competency as Rear Admiral of the Land of Iron. Subordinates praised him for his intelligence, commended his grace and charm. Yet, when questioned further, no one could account for his true origins.

Iori, a member of the Kure branch house, lacked the monstrous strength common among members of the main house. That is not to say that he was ever considered weak. No one has been able to accurately gauge his strength, nor describe his technique. His entire life, a majority of fights concluded in his opponents forfeit or withdrawal, overwhelmed by his massive battle aura. Whispers in the hall of the Kure palace illustrate the man as a bloodthirsty shark, free from the fear of predation.. And, that is such tales of his infamy have remained as nothing more than whispers.

When the Kure family head, Demali, adopted an outsider into the family, Yasuke found a saving grace from the new prospect. The two became fast friends as Iori assimilated into one of the branch family houses. Yasuke, as the middle child, struggled to find his footing in society. Iori, with effortless grace, commanded attention and respect unlike the clumsy Yasuke, too socially awkward to partake in the clan’s official affairs.

Demali took special interest in Iori and would eventually mold him into becoming a respected right hand. Notably, when he waived Iori’s branding ceremony, powerful fuinjutsu that removed a person’s ability to speak and disclose pertinent information. This was the Kure’s way of preserving the secrecy behind the Gu ritual, keeping generations of human weapon programming in the shadows. Few in the clan were afforded such privileges, and never without a price. Iori paid that price and many more with an indulgent smile, he had no qualms about dancing with the devil so long that it benefited him.

Worming his way into the daimyo’s cabinet, securing Rear Admiral at the age of 18, Iori’s rise in the bureaucracy in the Land of Iron mirrored the tenancy of child soldiers from the Warring Age. He had it all, set for life, and yet dreadfully bored. Before, he satisfied his needs with games. Convincing Yasuke that he could gain independence from the main house with his honest efforts, and then accompanying him in his training in medical ninjutsu. The pleasure of Yasuke’s impending torment satiated his thirst for a while but it wasn’t enough. None of it would be enough.

And so, he would create his own monster. Freeing Yasuke from the clan’s hold on his psyche was like the feeling one gets as a child, setting up fireworks for the first time. The rush of death swarms your chest as you wait for that inevitable explosion. When he realized that his monster had suffered from warped, distorted memories and delusions he crept with joy. Tragedy. Tragedy. Tragedy. Iori believed himself to be a poet. And, a poet pays his toll in suffering. His whole life he felt robbed, stolen from a time long ago. He wished to have been born in that ancient era of heroes and villains, of war and death. Iori would author his own tragedy,

Perks:
“A man whose blade rob’s its opponent of their hold on the world. “

“The illusory blade”.Iori style:Jaiantopansā-ryu “Giant Panther Style”[1.5]
The kenjutsu of the Kure clan was forged for the purpose of combating ninjutsu. Jaiantopansa-ryu techniques are divided into five forms based on respective elements(Lightning/Thunder, Fire, Wind,Water, & Earth. Each Kata is specialized in a category, speed, strength, evasion & defense.

A skilled illusionist, Iori employs efficient bursts of genjutsu prowess in combination with the kenjutsu of the Kure. His variant of Jaiantopansā-ryu uses genjutsu to disrupt the chakra flow of an opponent’s nervous system. A pair of bells hang from his blade’s kashira(butt-cap), also decorated by bright purple ribbons. These sensory props enhance his illusory swordplay as he works to disrupt the opponent’s senses.

Suiton Release[1.5]
The user's affinity in nature release lies in water, enabling him control over bodies of water and emission of water through his own chakra reserves.

Jutsu List: 4 D-rank, 2 C-rank, 1 B-rank








Stats:

You have 525 points to allocate to these stats

Strength: 75
Dexterity: 80
Perception: 100
Chakra Control: 100
Charisma: 90
Proficiency: 80




Name: Yasuke Kure
Nickname: “Grendel”
Age: 22
Type of Voice/Voice Actor: Phil LaMarr
Handedness: Right-Handed
Village/Country: Land of Iron
Birth Sign: Pisces

Likes: Archaic Texts on Human Anatomy. The sheer bite of a winter breeze. Being alone. Original Soundtracks. Honesty

Dislikes: The heat. Sweating. Crowds. People that mistake being the loudest for being right. Owing debts. Eye contact. Unnecessary violence. Himself. Authority.

Economic Status/Behavior: Middle class. Being a physician fills the pockets, and provides for his needs.

Your First Goal Seeking Objective:
Finding the man who slaughtered his family and bringing him to justice.(Killing the son of a bitch in the most gruesome way imaginable. It wouldn’t be right if he didn't suffer. Grendel dies. End of discussion.)
*Yasuke seeks to uncover the identity of his family’s murder. In doing so, he experiences revelations about his mysterious past(10 post character arc. Reward: 20+ Strength & 1 B Rank Technique)

Personality traits, favorite sayings, habits:

Voila, balance. It’s the greatest trick man could ever dare attempt. Life & Death. The dual sided coin dancing on the tips of equilibrium. To live among the perished. When I took upon that Hippocratic oath I became obligated to partake in the balancing of scales. The bridge between two worlds.

Tormented. Unable to connect with the outside world. Yasuke suffers from social anxiety disorder, delusions and paranoia. He struggles opening up to other people. Withdrawn, Yasuke often withholds his true opinions of the world, in fear of rejection. He’s lived life holding in suppressed anger, mainly towards the society he’s unable to participate in. Though intelligent and renowned for his medical expertise, he’s incapable of regulating intense emotions and is susceptible to explosive outbursts of rage. He self medicates with morphine, using his prowess in medical ninjutsu to derive suboxone-like drugs to help with withdrawals.

Yasuke suffers from dissociative identity disorder. His first personality, Butcher Brown, exists to play the role of a protector. In actuality, Grendel, the mysterious figure he believes slaughtered his family, is a delusion fabricated by his subconscious mind.. The Grendel construct is a monstrous manifestation of Yasuke’s suppressed rage, but itself is only a veil shielding him from hidden psychological trauma.

Healing others has always been an effective outlet for him; and the only thing aside from his drug use that has brought him any joy.

Brief History:


“The truth, in it’s unabridged naked glory. Here, lies the truth, and what will appear when the foggy mist clears way.

The demilitarization of shinobi ended centuries of warring, but did not change a thing for the followers of bushido. Instead, the samurai of the Land of Iron evolved. Through the generations leading up to the decline of shinobi, certain noble samurai families rose to power in the Land of Iron. They cultivated outside resources, deriving principles from the ninjutsu of the shinobi to rapidly develop centuries of kenjutsu that had decayed and become obsolete. The kenjutsu of the samurai had failed to challenge the might of the five shinobi countries. Households, particularly the demonic Kure, became drunk on ambition and began to experiment with forbidden practices rivaling the kinjutsu of shinobi in infamy. Generations of Kure began to flirt with the unspeakable Gu ritual, forcing blood siblings in the main branch to commit awful tragedies.

Yasuke belonged to the 8th generation of Kure living under a new regime of brutality. The middle child among 5 other pure blood Kure, Yasuke was the black sheep. Though clearly talented in the Kure family’s fearsome kenjutsu, Jaiantopansā-ryu, his heart was committed to medicine. He sought to forsake his claim to the Kure main house and become a physician. Even as he blitzed through his medical training at the young age of 18 and obtained his medical license he was convinced his efforts could overcome generations of bloody tradition.
They took him on the night of his graduation. Kidnapped, Yasuke was thrust into a crypt underneath the Kure mansion. He awoke to find his siblings with him. Threatened with horrid atrocities rivaling death, they were ordered to fight to the death, Only one would make it to see the morning sun. Burying their tears the sons and daughters of the Kure tightly grasped the hilt of their blades. Something in Yasuke snapped that night. A monstrosity unlike any the Kure had seen in previous blood emerged from the gentle Yasuke.
Nonetheless, the Kure had obtained their Grendel. Yasuke was perhaps the greatest product to be made from the sacred Gu ritual. The Land of Iron’s daimyo was elated. For, the Kure clan held a special bond with the daimyo of the land, one that spanned centuries. It was the Kure main house’s duty to provide the daimyo with a new blade every generation. One created through the corrosive act of Gu. Utilizing forbidden genjutsu, the Kure brainwash the winner of the Gu rituals into becoming human weapons for the daimyo.
As the daimyo’s blade Kure spent four years carrying out assassinations, and protecting the daimyo’s family. His mind was frequently wiped to prevent him from resisting control. However,one day everything changed. The Kure main house’s weapon program went to a halt, and it’s greatest monstrosity was nowhere to be found.
Freed from the Kure’s hold, a confused and fragmented Yasuke roams the land. He is guided by a Butcher Brown “B.B.” , a construct created in his mind from the memory of his sister. With fake memories and B.B by his side he roams the countryside on a fantastical quest to slay the beast, Grendel.

Butcher Brown “B.B”



“A veritable force of nature”
Name: Butcher Brown(Goes by B.B)
Type of Voice/Voice Actor: Cree Summer
Personality: A symptom of Yasuke’s D.I.D. The personality construct, Butcher Brown, is loosely derived from his dead sister. Unlike the passive Yasuke, she’s violent, charismatic, intelligent, but emotionally manipulative.

Grendel



“Beauty behind the madness. AHAAHAHAHAHAH”
Type of Voice/Voice Actor: Masakazu Morita

Perks:
Jaiantopansā-ryu “Giant Panther Style”
The kenjutsu of the Kure clan was forged for the purpose of combating ninjutsu. Jaiantopansa-ryu techniques are divided into five forms based on respective elements(Lightning/Thunder, Fire, Wind,Water, & Earth. Each Kata is specialized in a category, speed, strength, evasion & defense.

Raiton Release[1.5]
Having affinity with the lightning element, Yasuke converts his chakra into electricity. As such, he can manipulate electricity in all forms, and imbue it with weaponry. Shape manipulation and emission across great distances push his limitations to their brink.

Jutsu List: 4 D-rank, 2 C-rank, 1 B-rank







Stats:

You have 525 points to allocate to these stats

Strength: 100
Dexterity: 80
Perception: 80
Chakra Control: 100
Charisma: 80
Proficiency: 85
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Name: Yasuke Kure
Nickname: “Grendel”
Age: 22
Type of Voice/Voice Actor: Phil LaMarr
Handedness: Right-Handed
Village/Country: Land of Iron
Birth Sign: Pisces

Likes: Archaic Texts on Human Anatomy. The sheer bite of a winter breeze. Being alone. Original Soundtracks. Honesty

Dislikes: The heat. Sweating. Crowds. People that mistake being the loudest for being right. Owing debts. Eye contact. Unnecessary violence. Himself. Authority.

Economic Status/Behavior: Middle class. Being a physician fills the pockets, and provides for his needs.

Your First Goal Seeking Objective:
Finding the man who slaughtered his family and bringing him to justice.(Killing the son of a bitch in the most gruesome way imaginable. It wouldn’t be right if he didn't suffer. Grendel dies. End of discussion.)
*Yasuke seeks to uncover the identity of his family’s murder. In doing so, he experiences revelations about his mysterious past(10 post character arc. Reward: 20+ Strength & 1 B Rank Technique)

Personality traits, favorite sayings, habits:

Voila, balance. It’s the greatest trick man could ever dare attempt. Life & Death. The dual sided coin dancing on the tips of equilibrium. To live among the perished. When I took upon that Hippocratic oath I became obligated to partake in the balancing of scales. The bridge between two worlds.

Tormented. Unable to connect with the outside world. Yasuke suffers from social anxiety disorder, delusions and paranoia. He struggles opening up to other people. Withdrawn, Yasuke often withholds his true opinions of the world, in fear of rejection. He’s lived life holding in suppressed anger, mainly towards the society he’s unable to participate in. Though intelligent and renowned for his medical expertise, he’s incapable of regulating intense emotions and is susceptible to explosive outbursts of rage. He self medicates with morphine, using his prowess in medical ninjutsu to derive suboxone-like drugs to help with withdrawals.

Yasuke suffers from dissociative identity disorder. His first personality, Butcher Brown, exists to play the role of a protector. In actuality, Grendel, the mysterious figure he believes slaughtered his family, is a delusion fabricated by his subconscious mind.. The Grendel construct is a monstrous manifestation of Yasuke’s suppressed rage, but itself is only a veil shielding him from hidden psychological trauma.

Healing others has always been an effective outlet for him; and the only thing aside from his drug use that has brought him any joy.

Brief History:


“The truth, in it’s unabridged naked glory. Here, lies the truth, and what will appear when the foggy mist clears way.

The demilitarization of shinobi ended centuries of warring, but did not change a thing for the followers of bushido. Instead, the samurai of the Land of Iron evolved. Through the generations leading up to the decline of shinobi, certain noble samurai families rose to power in the Land of Iron. They cultivated outside resources, deriving principles from the ninjutsu of the shinobi to rapidly develop centuries of kenjutsu that had decayed and become obsolete. The kenjutsu of the samurai had failed to challenge the might of the five shinobi countries. Households, particularly the demonic Kure, became drunk on ambition and began to experiment with forbidden practices rivaling the kinjutsu of shinobi in infamy. Generations of Kure began to flirt with the unspeakable Gu ritual, forcing blood siblings in the main branch to commit awful tragedies.

Yasuke belonged to the 8th generation of Kure living under a new regime of brutality. The middle child among 5 other pure blood Kure, Yasuke was the black sheep. Though clearly talented in the Kure family’s fearsome kenjutsu, Jaiantopansā-ryu, his heart was committed to medicine. He sought to forsake his claim to the Kure main house and become a physician. Even as he blitzed through his medical training at the young age of 18 and obtained his medical license he was convinced his efforts could overcome generations of bloody tradition.
They took him on the night of his graduation. Kidnapped, Yasuke was thrust into a crypt underneath the Kure mansion. He awoke to find his siblings with him. Threatened with horrid atrocities rivaling death, they were ordered to fight to the death, Only one would make it to see the morning sun. Burying their tears the sons and daughters of the Kure tightly grasped the hilt of their blades. Something in Yasuke snapped that night. A monstrosity unlike any the Kure had seen in previous blood emerged from the gentle Yasuke.
Nonetheless, the Kure had obtained their Grendel. Yasuke was perhaps the greatest product to be made from the sacred Gu ritual. The Land of Iron’s daimyo was elated. For, the Kure clan held a special bond with the daimyo of the land, one that spanned centuries. It was the Kure main house’s duty to provide the daimyo with a new blade every generation. One created through the corrosive act of Gu. Utilizing forbidden genjutsu, the Kure brainwash the winner of the Gu rituals into becoming human weapons for the daimyo.
As the daimyo’s blade Kure spent four years carrying out assassinations, and protecting the daimyo’s family. His mind was frequently wiped to prevent him from resisting control. However,one day everything changed. The Kure main house’s weapon program went to a halt, and it’s greatest monstrosity was nowhere to be found.
Freed from the Kure’s hold, a confused and fragmented Yasuke roams the land. He is guided by a Butcher Brown “B.B.” , a construct created in his mind from the memory of his sister. With fake memories and B.B by his side he roams the countryside on a fantastical quest to slay the beast, Grendel.

Butcher Brown “B.B”



“A veritable force of nature”
Name: Butcher Brown(Goes by B.B)
Type of Voice/Voice Actor: Cree Summer
Personality: A symptom of Yasuke’s D.I.D. The personality construct, Butcher Brown, is loosely derived from his dead sister. Unlike the passive Yasuke, she’s violent, charismatic, intelligent, but emotionally manipulative.

Grendel



“Beauty behind the madness. AHAAHAHAHAHAH”
Type of Voice/Voice Actor: Masakazu Morita

Perks:
Jaiantopansā-ryu “Giant Panther Style”
The kenjutsu of the Kure clan was forged for the purpose of combating ninjutsu. Jaiantopansa-ryu techniques are divided into five forms based on respective elements(Lightning/Thunder, Fire, Wind,Water, & Earth. Each Kata is specialized in a category, speed, strength, evasion & defense.

Jutsu List: 4 D-rank, 2 C-rank, 1 B-rank







Stats:

You have 525 points to allocate to these stats

Strength: 100
Dexterity: 70
Perception: 70
Chakra Control: 100
Chakra:60
Charisma: 60
Proficiency: 65

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