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The Heart of a Shinobi (A Naruto RP) [Arc 1: Beginning! Mission Start!] {Closed}

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Generic Information

Name: Maasaki Sanada Age: Twenty-six Birthplace: Sunagakure Clan: Sanada Weight/Height: 230lbs/6'4 Squad: Three

Combat Information

Kekkei Genkai: N/A Chakra Nature: Wind Release Fire Release Techniques: All Academy Techniques, as well as sunshin and kage bunshin. Fūton: Daitoppa Fūton: Reppūshō Kaze no Yaiba Katon: Gōkakyū no Jutsu Katon: Hōsenka no Jutsu Katon: Ryūka no Jutsu Katon: Haisekishō Weapons/Tools: Maasaki has mastered all basic forms of weaponry, including kunai and shuriken, as well as a few explosive objects. Vying to become a master in weapon-training, it was only fitting he did so, and thus relentlessly practiced on the basics prior to moving onto bigger things. While he doesn't necessarily carry around every weapon he's mastered, Maasaki does carry with him scrolls that allow for the quick summoning of larger weapons- i.e, windmill shuriken- and have two tattoos on both of his inner forearms that allow for the summon of dual dao swords. Besides that, he has the standard pack as well as hidden ones, such as in his shoes or sleeves. Weaknesses/Strengths: Maasaki has lived a pretty long life, and to say he hasn't made the most of it would be a lie. His array of jutsu is limited in comparison to other jounin, but he makes up for it by his dedication to perfection. A master of taijutsu, weapons training and ninjutsu, Maasaki makes for a terrifying opponent. He is not what one would call a "genius", but he has worked hard for what he has, often to the point of unhealthy obsession with succeeding himself. His face is also almost always furrowed in a frown, which makes it hard to see what he's thinking. Nonetheless, it would be best to note that he lost his late wife and daughter and has become rather weak in terms of children. He almost forces himself to relax around them, be less alert, to the point where even his coworkers said rather than die in he field, he'd die in the market stabbed by a child.

Personal Information

Personality: From mastering techniques to besting his speed, Maasaki can be a bit... obsessive. He likes the mastering of basics, believing that with them, further mastering of other techniques will be easier. He is also a stickler for rules and, though he is often teased for favoring children, is strict in following them. Dedicated to efficiency and teamwork, Maasaki has been known to teach the lamest, but also the most infrequent given his obsession with taking as many solo missions as he can. Though in comparison to his old teammates he is more talkative, it's clear that he is still pretty quiet. Due to several close losses in his life, Maasaki has chosen to distract himself in his work, and thus is more often than not tired as he is resting up for his next mission. Backstory: Allies: Enemies:

The Heart of a Shinobi (A Naruto RP) [Arc 1: Beginning! Mission Start!] {Closed}

I forgot to say this in the chat but if need be i can double up with a girl

The Heart of a Shinobi (A Naruto RP) [Arc 1: Beginning! Mission Start!] {Closed}

Character Sheet

Oukami Takara

Generic Information

Name: Oukami Takara Age: Thirteen Birthplace: Unknown, Presumed to be Konohagakure Clan: The Oukami clan is relatively small compared to other great clans, but have at least a handful spread in many of the other villages. Most of this is madeup of the fact that many of their members are orphans adopted from their respected villages, or children bred by said adopted orphans. A people whose origins were rooted in betrayal, they are raised to lie and cheat, and while they may pledge allegiance to their respective homes, their final loyalty stands with their family. As such, the clan is often taught at a young age to think ahead, to plan routes that will in the end help more than harm their people, if not affect them at all. Though they do not have any Kekkai Genkai to be known of, much less known at all by the populous, their line has become famous for trickery and lies. Weight/Height: 92lbs; 4'9" Rank: Genin (D Rank)

Combat Information

Kekkei Genkai: N/A Chakra Nature: Water Release Techniques: Takara has learned the standard Academy techniques, and is close to mastering Oboro Bunshin no Jutsu Weapons/Tools: Takara carries the standard genin tools, and like most Oukamis has above average knowledge on the usage of senbon. It is not his primary weapon of choice, however, as the Oukami has assigned him with two iron fans. The ends are sharpened tips that can be precoated with poison, hidden packs of which are hidden on his body. For emergencies sake, he carries four small knives on him, one hidden on his right leg, another on his left forearm, and two small blads that can be kicked out from either the front or back of either of his shoe soles. Weaknesses/Strengths: As can be identified by the above, Takara is very weapons-based, and all weapons involve close combat. Due to having been taken out of the Academy for a year, Takara got extra practice on the use of his weaponry, thus making him more fluid and adept at his motions. That said, the Oukami is not well known for their ninjutsu practice, thus having Takara lag behind even the younger members of the Academy. Not only that, but his frail frame is evident in comparison with other students, easily snapped in half if caught. Thankfully, Takara is quick on his feet, not to mention is getting better at sleight of hand or tricking opponents' eyes into his "disappearance". Though Takara has mastered lying as most children easily do, he still has much trouble with his deceitful movements, his strides often too wide or his breathing too loud.

Personal Information

Personality: Takara is the poster person for averageness. That is, he would be if his appearance were not so effeminate, and his size so petite. Besides that, he is easily agreeable, laughing with the crowd, and silent with them as well. His eyes and ears have been trained to pick up on social cues, so that speaking with him is easy and comfortable, to the point where he even mimicks your actions and nuances. This makes him easy to befriend, as his interests seem to always match with yours, and just when you want to introduce him to your friends, you realize too late that you never knew his name and that whatever he said was always whatever you said, but just worded differently. He's not exciteable to say the least, but is very good at faking it, and is also very good at faking solemness or respect. There's not a trace about him that reeks of untrustworthiness, his small and simple presence almost a relief to be around. Takara always smiles when he can basically, and is a generally happy kid, but it's obvious when his family is mentioned or if he's in front of them he's a bit more professional, his beautiful smiling face replaced with stoicness and calm. Backstory:

Lengthy Bio

The earliest memory Takara has is being told that his name meant "treasure" while the orphanage head touched his pale skin, searching for clothes that fit him. The second earliest memory he has is how cleanly the man's hand was sliced off, a spatter of blood barely touching him. It was on that same day, at four years of age, he was adopted from the orphanage along with another girl. Both had been touched inappropriately by the man in the orphanage, and both were wary of the adults. This changed almost immediately, however, the two finding themselves enveloped in the warmth and love and kindness. A year after this, when he and his "sister" were five, the two were taken to the Basement. Needless to say, it was exciting for the two of them, as all of the shinobi that walked out from the room often walked out exhausted but even more loving than before. They wondered, much like innocent children often do, what wonders awaited them. Upon arrival, they were greeted by two other branches of Oukami children around the same age, both branches having three children each. A total of eight children found themselves locked into a steel room, barren spare a small window above the steel door, which none of them could reach due to their size. The children had fun at first, sharing their experience with the Oukami home, speaking with crude language about their past orphanages, small whispers in their sleep having bred the children to despise their lives before Oukami. After a while of sitting and laughing, however, the children grew bored and tired, calling out for food, trying to bang on the steel walls or door, some tears being shed. At this, the wave of water began from the small window, rushing too quickly to be natural, rising quickly from their ankles to their knees, and soon, their waist. The first child to go under was Takara, the water having formed into five respective clones, all of which were more water than person, one of which pulled down the blonde child underwater. Needless to say, basic instincts kicked in, and he fought and kicked, his lungs burning by the time he was allowed to resurface. This happened to each child, four or five at a time, the ones above surface too busy trying to cough air back into their lungs to try and save one another. Eventually, as the water rose to their shoulders, the water clones started to ask questions, starting from, "Which Oukami cooks the best dumplings?" which eventually led up to, "Which Oukami is worth dying for." Everytime, Takara would list a few names, seeking solace in the memory of his family's warmth until eventually the answer lead up to, "Everyone," every time. Every child answered as such, and after what seemed like forever and one resucitation, Takara found the room drained with the opening of the door, the children walking out single file to leave the basement. So oxygen deprived and water-shocked were the children that they barely recognized that though a band of eight walked in, only seven walked out. Upon leaving the basement, Takara and the others understood finally why everyone was so much kinder- it was a relief to find warm and familiar faces than that of the unnamed strangers, Takara even shedding a few tears of relief as his adoptive mother cooed and toweled him down. Training continued in this way, and when Takara was eight, he and his "sister" were given their weapons, his being his adoptive mother's twin fans. His training in the Basement began to be more extensive, forced to read through scrolls as he practiced with senbon, as well as the open and closed forms of his fans. Each reading forced him into more detail about acupuncture and sensitive points in the human body, Takara's small body being pushed as he was forced to put more effort in pressing the heavy fans. The stranger that trained him in the Basement changed every time so that he didn't get too comfortable with one, each of their torture regimens varying in levels of pain. By chance, when Takara was eleven, he had to take his sister's place for one man especially enthusiastic about punishments, stating that for every miss of pressure point or mistake in his form, he would have a needle struck into one of his pressure points, to send inside him pain. Takara got much better at handling the heavy fans after that. This entire time, Takara had been attending school as a normal student, along with other kids his age. When he was twelve, however, the year he was supposed to graduate, he suddenly dropped out from the Academy. The reasoning was, with his schooling, Basement trainings became more refocused on loyalty. As his fingers were broken, he was asked personal questions, no more about cooking and more about if this relative had done shady things, or if that relative was doing another thing. They were all truths that Takara had learned to deny or agree, his mind being melded to find a way to cause the least damage to his family. He learned this lesson after his first mistake, admitting that he had in fact seen dubious documents in his auntie's room, to which the punnishment was the breaking of his forearm. So severe was it that Takara passed out from pain, awaking to a crying and worried woman- the very aunt he had outed. Regret immediately washed over Takara that he didn't even mind the fact that he wound up dropping out the rest of the Academy school year in order to continue his loyalty training, the rest of his time spent with his aunt to apologize for betraying her. Takara returned to the Academy the following year, and though he was evidently the oldest, years of torture training affecting his growth to the point where his size was similar to the others. At the moment his loyalty training has started to lighten up, and has started to focus more on poison and getting himself used to his own brand so that he doesn't accidentally kill himself with the wrong swipe of a fan. As of now, Takara will still vomit at the accidental intake of his poison, which is a better substitute than straight up slowly dying.

Allies: His loyalty will always stand with the Oukami clan, but will also become an ally to any who ask of it. It is more whimsical, his allegiance with others, able to turn on you in mere seconds after finishing a deal. He is more likely to be loyal if he's made to sign an actual agreement instead of just saying it out loud. Enemies: Anyone against his allies. Other: Though his bones have been fully rehealed, there was a stint in the process and one of his legs are slightly shorter than the other. It's not enough to truly affect him, but has required retraining in sneaking around.

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Wait ok so i just saw the deletion of the little lines under the headers and i was wondering if there was something to replace that? bc i was just using them to make the lines as dividers and now that theyre gone i was wondering if there was another option?? whoops sorry im bad at putting thoughts to paper so to speak and this isn't like super duper important, but i was just wondering--

Tokyo Ghoul - District 8 [18+ - Mature & Graphic Content Inside]

Totsuka Chou

The dark haired ghoul rummaged through drawer, grabbing a container with white characters written at the side. Her eyes squinted and furrowed, as though that would help decipher the words, neatly trimmed nails about to pry it open when her attention was attracted by the presence of Ishin. Glancing up, she found herself to be right, the red-haired man appearing through the door just as she popped the box open. And, glancing inside at the spoons, she heard Ishin's interruption, to which she replied with a thoughtful, "Oh." Given her father had been feeding her bits of her sister, perhaps he was not a good frame of reference, she decided, looking back at the cardboard box of spoons, shutting it. She turned once more at the sound of Akurai speaking, his additional comment sending a light blush of embarrassment to hint at her ears. Again, all she could muster as she shut the drawer was a simple, "Oh." Looking down, Chou made her way towards Ishin, stepping behind him as the two people conversed, partially because it was the spot she found most suitable, and partially because he smelled so strongly of fresh meat. She was not a greedy person, no, in fact she was rather content with the meal she had earlier that day, small as it was. Despite this, she still enjoyed the scent of humans, much in the same way humans enjoyed their scented candles- Her eyes flickered upwards, darkening as she heard the muffled sound of neighing. Yes, Chou's senses had been honed and sharpened, but even her ears were not so sharp as to hear a horse from behind the walls of the club as well as it's heavy and "sick beats". No, it was the horse itself that was loud, and even sheltered Chou knew to whom it belonged to. "Knight's out hunting," she absently commented, brows furrowed, pale hand reaching out to lightly tug on the cuff of Ishin's sleeve. "And I think he wants the whole world to know."

Nonozumi Miko

Dark curls glittered against the moonlight, a Noh mask splattered lightly with blood illuminated between them. Nono had just finished a hunt, though dispersed upon a nasty arrival. Laughing, he jumped down from a rooftop into an alley, where he scrubbed at the side of his mask where he presumed blood to be. "Tbh, total buzzkill," he said to no one in particular, having barely taken two bites out of his meal before being interrupted. Couldn't a guy enjoy a simple meal without having to abscond at the sound of a human stampede? Then again, he wasn't entirely not to blame- he was hunting relatively close to a cluster of people. But that was just the way he did things! Nono felt he was much more easily unnoticed when in a group of people rather than-- He froze. Turning slowly, he found that he'd fallen from an alley straight down to in front of a wounded ghoul, an arm over his stomach. Alarmed, Nono stepped back, raising his hand as he monotonously laughed out a, "Woah bro you scared me- wait. Meatx3 man, is it you?" Lifting his slightly bloody mask over his curls, Nono revealed his face, as he added, "If it's you man, are you still open for business? My place is all the way across town and-" A faint neigh echoed the streets- "-I'm not really about to be all up in that guy's business, ya feel? Lmao."

Tokyo Ghoul - District 8 [18+ - Mature & Graphic Content Inside]

@XLegsthere's never too much also hello friends im here i will post soon //rolls around

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ill be damned if i ever stop making ishin/chou father-daughter portraits//hit

Naruto: Beginning of Glory [Closed for now.]

posted and guys omg i was feelin my look so much today ive done so much just to have a reason to go outside rip me

Naruto: Beginning of Glory [Closed for now.]

Oukami Anei

After his appearance, he was graced instantly with the smile of his new sensei. Discomfort rippled through his bones, but a smile appeared on his face as well, lacking malice and full of warmth. "Hello, pleased to meet you," greeted Anei offering a polite bow before his light eyes made contact with the jounin's. He was being dissected, his very body being scrutinized and observed, and- taking it as a challenge- Anei resumed to stand and smile, allowing only relaxation to leave his body. He would play good boy for now. His attention then flickered to the arrival of another, the Hyuuga. Branch Hyuuga to be exact, his face and weapon memorable in the papers he'd needed to memorize back home. Anei looked down on the white haired shinobi when he took a seat, absently cracking his knuckles before he greeted, in his sweet voice, "I'll be your teammate from hereon out. Pleased to be of acquaintance." Anei nodded his head politely towards the Hyuuga before turning his attention at the sound of leaves rustling- not in the sort of way they did when the wind blew, either. And, just as he'd expected, another person arrived, a pink haired kunoichi of whom Anei greeted with a raise of a hand. As she waddled closer and made her claim, Anei let himself giggle seeing it a fit response before turning to Valder. "Well, sensei," he said nodding his head, "It seems we're all here. Shall we begin?"

Sanada Maasaki

Having headed out into the hallway, Maasaki had started to play with a scroll he'd pulled out from god knows where, twirling it's thin frame around his fingers. He continued to hum, listening to the shuffling behind him- quiet enough for him to know they'd been trained, but loud enough for him to know they were still there. And, in the lack of excitement in the air, Maasaki presumed the three were not acquaintances. They didn't even greet each other. At one of his students voicing a question, he turned his head slightly, allowing himself a glance at the trio. "Well, before we get anywhere," he said, making a full stop and turning around. In what seemed to be a flash, the scroll he'd been playing with dropped, replaced with thick rope, which Maasaki easily wrapped around the teens, connecting their waists. While they were connected, however, they still had a few feet of free reign between themselves. "Rule number one," started Maasaki, stepping back from his work. Tugging on the rope connecting Tsumei and Nen, he continued, "No breaking the rope until we reach our destination." Looking to his right, to check on Tsumei's other side at Tadashi, Maasaki added, "Rule number two: she"- he pointed at Tsumei- "sets the pace." He stepped away, starting to head outside and letting the trio figure themselves out before saying in a loud- albeit very weary- voice: "And rule number three: Don't lose track of me." He flashstepped ahead, but only to the gates, waving at the three before continuing to stroll through the village in a decent pace.

Naruto: Beginning of Glory [Closed for now.]

ugh ok //slides in will start making a post in an hour after a thing im doing //

Tokyo Ghoul - District 8 [18+ - Mature & Graphic Content Inside]

that was between two people im not an idiot that started rambling gomen---