@Savato I can simply shift it from bastard to 'unknown to him for years'. The Mizukage and his mother having a one time thing and she always told her husband he was the father.
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@knighthawk Chihiro Hyuuga, Akio Tendou and now your character are bastards.
The first post clearly states it's an era of peace where shinobi action isn't as present. Kiri is not an exception.
Ah, thanks for the extra information. So how much are they lessened when we compare 12-15 students graduating each year in the leaf village versus 1-3 a year in the mist village?
Also, I completely misunderstood something you said. 3 bastards out of 45 characters isn't that bad. I thought you meant there were already 2 other bastard children of the mizukage!
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To be honest, Romeo was a bit sad that Krista didn't include him in her group, they had done rather well in the arena and certainly thought that would carry over. He sighed and let it go for now. They hadn't had much time together since the promotion and he understood why. Maybe its just teenage hormones, but he would have sworn they were fighting for humanity, not against aliens. So why promote isolation?
He was probably just as bad. The last sixty days had been spent making adjustments to his framewerk. His lack of even a midrange weapon was part of his failure in the arena, even with the on-site-acquisition of the rifle, he didnt have the experience needed for it to be practical beyond the most basic of training. The last two months had been spent at the rifle range to bulk up his skillset while trying to determine his best weapon to use.
Due to his quick and closing style, long range was clearly out. That left mid and close range to focus on. His whips were his best weapon in close and grapple range so that left midrange fire support. He had been working on something more than 'pray and spray', he needed something with wide spread but more power. He had gone over various automatic shotgun designs and grenade launcher ideas. But to him it seemed more prudent to have a reliable weapon and adjustable amunition. That is where he came up with the plan for the 'redbloom', a series of thermite lances packed in the shape of flechette rounds, The design was for the solid but thin core to act as a matchstick to light the thermite casing around it, providing a needle puncture, followed by a firecracker to melt the area around it. SInce thermite is self-oxidizing, it could be used in sea, air or space. not to mention that the hard projectile also had thermal energy to attack their shields on two fronts.
As brilliant as this idea was, he still hadn't heard any clearance for the weapon. So he was currently relying on the approval for explosive rounds like komodo tried to use on him. An automatic shotgun with 'pellets' of smaller explosives, they used to make missiles called 'blockbusters' with the same design to rain thousands of hand grenades on the enemy forces in carpet bombings. Without any crxi to test it on, all he could do is hope things went well.
[color=f6989d]"Liviticus 9 'On the eighth day Moses summoned Aaron and his sons and the elders of Israel. He said to Aaron, "Take a bull calf for your sin offering and a ram for your burnt offering, both without defect, and present them before the Lord. Then say to the Israelites: ‘Take a male goat for a sin offering, a calf and a lamb—both a year old and without defect—for a burnt offering, and an ox[b] and a ram for a fellowship offering to sacrifice before the Lord, together with a grain offering mixed with olive oil. For today the Lord will appear to you.’ ”[/color]
He was probably just as bad. The last sixty days had been spent making adjustments to his framewerk. His lack of even a midrange weapon was part of his failure in the arena, even with the on-site-acquisition of the rifle, he didnt have the experience needed for it to be practical beyond the most basic of training. The last two months had been spent at the rifle range to bulk up his skillset while trying to determine his best weapon to use.
Due to his quick and closing style, long range was clearly out. That left mid and close range to focus on. His whips were his best weapon in close and grapple range so that left midrange fire support. He had been working on something more than 'pray and spray', he needed something with wide spread but more power. He had gone over various automatic shotgun designs and grenade launcher ideas. But to him it seemed more prudent to have a reliable weapon and adjustable amunition. That is where he came up with the plan for the 'redbloom', a series of thermite lances packed in the shape of flechette rounds, The design was for the solid but thin core to act as a matchstick to light the thermite casing around it, providing a needle puncture, followed by a firecracker to melt the area around it. SInce thermite is self-oxidizing, it could be used in sea, air or space. not to mention that the hard projectile also had thermal energy to attack their shields on two fronts.
As brilliant as this idea was, he still hadn't heard any clearance for the weapon. So he was currently relying on the approval for explosive rounds like komodo tried to use on him. An automatic shotgun with 'pellets' of smaller explosives, they used to make missiles called 'blockbusters' with the same design to rain thousands of hand grenades on the enemy forces in carpet bombings. Without any crxi to test it on, all he could do is hope things went well.
[color=f6989d]"Liviticus 9 'On the eighth day Moses summoned Aaron and his sons and the elders of Israel. He said to Aaron, "Take a bull calf for your sin offering and a ram for your burnt offering, both without defect, and present them before the Lord. Then say to the Israelites: ‘Take a male goat for a sin offering, a calf and a lamb—both a year old and without defect—for a burnt offering, and an ox[b] and a ram for a fellowship offering to sacrifice before the Lord, together with a grain offering mixed with olive oil. For today the Lord will appear to you.’ ”[/color]
Perhaps I have missed it, but where can I find the information on the land of the water? You've made mention of multiple children before my CS, so I must clearly be missing something by not reading eighteen pages of everyone elses characters.
As the axe was in the air, the club was coming off his back. He leapt out after it similar to other warriors and their use of the hurlbat to keep the pressure on the enemy, that was a trick the hunter of his last tribe taught him. He didn't even have to dodge the wide swung glob as it splashed into a 'rooftooth' of the cave, he swung at the graceless monster with one hand and grabbed onto a piece of rock. Unfortunately, be it weakness of the rock from acidic tears or the force of the impact from the jump. But the tip snapped off and sent the barbarian falling to the floor of the cavern.
Thankfully he managed to land on his feet with the shock shaking up his thighs instead of falling on his side or getting impaled upon the 'floortooth' But now he was on the ground while it was still in the air loosing grace, he gave it a moment more to either fall or flee before he acted again with the club now in both hands as it should be.
Thankfully he managed to land on his feet with the shock shaking up his thighs instead of falling on his side or getting impaled upon the 'floortooth' But now he was on the ground while it was still in the air loosing grace, he gave it a moment more to either fall or flee before he acted again with the club now in both hands as it should be.
Lob heard the screech and froze. The new sound was not the chirp of bats like before, this was different, a bad sound like the helhound that tickled his sense of danger with the acrid scent of acid that cut into his nose as surely as a thistle bur. Slowly he moved for a stalking position to strike from above.
Then he saw it at it saw him, an eye as big as him, an eye with wings. AN EYEWING! HE let out a terrifying roar, using the cave to enhance his primal scream at the top of his lungs to try and startle the thing as he threw the juggling axe at the beast. If he could take off a wing or even its enormous eye, then it should surely fall to the ground and be easy prey.
Then he saw it at it saw him, an eye as big as him, an eye with wings. AN EYEWING! HE let out a terrifying roar, using the cave to enhance his primal scream at the top of his lungs to try and startle the thing as he threw the juggling axe at the beast. If he could take off a wing or even its enormous eye, then it should surely fall to the ground and be easy prey.
Lob groaned again for the umpteenth time that day. When the shop-man told him that no one else would eat the dog meat, he chose to eat his fill and gain its power before burying the rest. Well somewhere between five to fifteen pounds of dog meat must have had its vengeance upon him for the barbarian was sick as a dog the next day. He had crawled into the back of the wagon and curled up in as small a ball as he could on his side. He had the red hounds pelt over his black bearskin now as extra protection but the cool rain felt wonderful as the rode for the most of the day.
Suddenly the rain had stopped, as had all the conversation. The silence stirred him as he looked around at the massive cave he suddenly found himself in, there was light to one end as far as an arrow flies, and to the other way it shined with a grass green light following the sounds of dripping water and bats fluttering in the dark.
Slowly, very slowly, Lob sat up and took in the scents of the area, he could find the stench of guano and decided the first thing to do was to hide his scent. First he washed himself clean in the dripping pools before handful by handful he smeared the scat into his skin to hide himself by another's nose. Next he took a few moments to return to the earth what he had taken and rid himself of the last of the dog meat from the day before.
Relieved and no longer in as much agony. The arboreal orc took himself up the wall with 'catch' in his teeth, there were plenty of handholds for the skilled climber to use as he loped his way into the darkness, relying on his infravision and his instincts to keep him safe in the cave as he passed between stalagtites like treetrunks. He found a outcropping about a hundred handholds into the cave and paused to take a new bid of his surroundings, the light from the exit now fully gone.
The green light was now being provided by glowing rocks, starstones as other tribes had called them. He took a moment to unfurl his club and brought the dragonbone smashing down on the crystal formation to knock one loose. He hoped the starstone would bring him good luck or be good for a gift to the lady with the axe when he gets back to the others.
That was something odd, he didn't smell any of the others when he had woken up, just as loud a silence as when he didn't hear them. He smelled him but that was all, he was truly alone in the cavern and that made him tread more cautiously.
Suddenly the rain had stopped, as had all the conversation. The silence stirred him as he looked around at the massive cave he suddenly found himself in, there was light to one end as far as an arrow flies, and to the other way it shined with a grass green light following the sounds of dripping water and bats fluttering in the dark.
Slowly, very slowly, Lob sat up and took in the scents of the area, he could find the stench of guano and decided the first thing to do was to hide his scent. First he washed himself clean in the dripping pools before handful by handful he smeared the scat into his skin to hide himself by another's nose. Next he took a few moments to return to the earth what he had taken and rid himself of the last of the dog meat from the day before.
Relieved and no longer in as much agony. The arboreal orc took himself up the wall with 'catch' in his teeth, there were plenty of handholds for the skilled climber to use as he loped his way into the darkness, relying on his infravision and his instincts to keep him safe in the cave as he passed between stalagtites like treetrunks. He found a outcropping about a hundred handholds into the cave and paused to take a new bid of his surroundings, the light from the exit now fully gone.
The green light was now being provided by glowing rocks, starstones as other tribes had called them. He took a moment to unfurl his club and brought the dragonbone smashing down on the crystal formation to knock one loose. He hoped the starstone would bring him good luck or be good for a gift to the lady with the axe when he gets back to the others.
That was something odd, he didn't smell any of the others when he had woken up, just as loud a silence as when he didn't hear them. He smelled him but that was all, he was truly alone in the cavern and that made him tread more cautiously.
Wrong place! :p
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