Raijinslayer

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

@LmpkioThanks, I figured now was a good time as any to give people a look into how Argus' magic affects his sanity, as well as giving some more info on his background. This won't be Grim's last appearance(a cookie to whoever can guess the completely original reason why I named him that), and depending how things play out, he might be able to interact with some of the other characters. If that happens, then Argus is in a really bad place. Not irreversibly bad, but getting there.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

@Lugubrious Forgot to mention you in the post.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Disclaimer: The following post contains a scene where rape has been implied, but not shown. I hope I have handled this matter tactfully, since it's a very serious one. If you would be made uncomfortable by such a scene, than please skip this post as I would hate to be the cause for unneeded discomfort.

Argus Leandros

As Argus lay unconscious in the detention tent and held by icy bindings, his eyes would began to move rapidly beneath his eyelids, his breathing beginning to quicken as the terrors of his mind set to work feeding on his fears and insecurities. Nearly invisible threads of black could barely be seen swirling their way around his head. Dark whispers could be heard, the words spoken in a language beyond comprehension on a conscious level, and yet set alight a dark passion and hatred within those who dared to listen to their unholy chorus of hidden voices.

Inside Argus' mind

"What do you want, Grim?" Argus asked in a cold tone, staring daggers at the figure in front of him. They were tall, dressed in all black, casual clothing as he walked up to Argus' kneeling form. He looked nearly identical to Argus, except that his eyes were completely black except for his pupils, which had changed to a menacing crimson that burned with all the intensity of a volcanic eruption, full of nothing but malicious insanity as he gazed at his young wielder with the same condescending grin he always wore.

[colro=Red]What, I can't just want to hang out with my favorite person in the world?[/color] Grim asked playfully, his voice seeming to calm from all directions, echoing within Argus head as he closed the gap between the to. They were currently situated with a decrepit looking arena, dried bloodstains running along the floors and walls, the oppressive darkness of the ceiling making it feel like the place would come crashing down any minute. Argus hated when Grim forced him to relive his memory of this place, but that's why the bastard did it.

"What. Do. You. Want."

My, my, you're sure cranky? Maybe it has something to do with you taking you're anger out on that girl like you did?

"Hey she wanted a fight, so I-"

Went all out on her like you wanted to beat her into the ground, like you were back here in the arena of your childhood, only without the killer instinct. You can try to deny it all you want, and I can't say that it isn't amusing to see you try, but the truth is that you needed an outlet and she was handing it to you on a silver platter. I mean think of the day you've had! Helping a girl only to find out she's a monster, try to cheer a kid up only for him to make you relive your worst memories and trivialize everything you went through, and then this big chested bimbo comes and tries to pick a fight with you. Grim walked around Argus as he spoke, reaching down to ruffle his hair, which brought nothing but an angered growl from the young mage, much to Grim's satisfaction. It truly was a pathetic attempt, as you probably could've have killed her easy if you wanted to. She was strong, but she wasn't a true fighter, probably never had to truly risk life and limb to survive in a fight. No, this fight should've been easy to draw out until she tired herself, and then all you had to do launch an attack to finish her . . . and yet, you went all out from the beginning, wasting her early rage just so you could relieve your own emotional baggage. And to make this even more pathetic, it didn't even work. You're still as angry as before, no matter how much you hide or deny it, if not more so, and that was probably your third strike with this new guild, huh. They're going to punish you, then throw you out like the troublesome piece of trash you are. Just like everyone else you've tried to stay with sine you're escape, you're nothing but a burden and an embarrassment, unable to keep yourself in check, lacking in discipline, and always trying to stop yourself from killing people.

"Go fuck yourself."

Grim let out a spiteful laugh at Argus' words, slamming his foot into the young man's face so hard that his skin split upon impact, spreading fresh bloodstains to join those of old. Letting out another laugh, he continued to rain down blow after blow upon Argus, who curled up as best as he could to defend himself from the attacks. As Grim reached out to grab him by the hair, a change came over them. Grim was now a intimidating guard dressed in armored robes, the symbol that encircled Argus' neck emblazoned in bright red upon his ebony breastplate. His face was an ugly mess, and his breath reeked of alcohol and poor hygiene.

"What the fuck did you say to me you piece of slave scum? We keep your pathetic hide breathing, and this is how you think you can treat us, you ungrateful shit." The man cursed as he brought up Argus by his pale blonde hair, yanking so hard it felt like his scalp was about to get ripped off. As the young boy, looking no more than 14 years old, looked up at his tormentor with haggard blue eyes, defiance could still be seen raging inside of him. In response to the man's tirade, he spit a glob of blood right into his face, earning him another knock upside the head, a kick in the gut, and the joy of getting slammed into the floor. Soon, he felt the icy edge of a dagger against his neck, the stench of the guard's terrible breath making his eyes water as fear crept into his heart. "I should kill you right here and now. No one would miss a worthless sack of hit like you, and while you're a good fighter, they'll always be more." As the dagger began to dig into his skin, drawing forth his crimson lifeblood as it went, a voice suddenly called out in distress, halting the blade and filling the young boy with dread.

"Stop Mr. Guard, sir, please." A young girl looking to be about 17 years old rushed forward, looking worriedly at Argus before turning her attention back to the guard. She had a petite figure, her emerald green eyes, flowing blonde hair, and delicate features would've been a blessing anywhere else. But in her position, these looks were not but a curse. The guard gave a smile as he rose from the ground, taking the dagger away he approached the girl.

"Oh, and why should I stop doing that, girlie? That brother of your gets away with far too much, and I should be sure to make an example out of so that the other fighters know that we mean business. But, I pride myself on being a man of mercy. If you would come to the guard room tonight, I'm sure I could be persuaded to change my mind."

Argus tried to yell more obscenities at the man, but his chest convulsed painfully with every attempt and the words just couldn't form. His sister only spared him a passing glance, her eyes telling him that it was all going to be fine. To the guard, she gave only a small nod of her head.

"Thank you for your understanding."

The guard merely gave a sickening grin before walking away, while Argus lay on the gorund, his hands clenched into fists as tears streamed down his face. Then the figures faded away, leaving only Argus and Grim to stand there alone, with one of them smiling like a mad man. The other had his fist clenched so tight that his fingernails had actually cut into his skin, causing blood to drip down to the floor.

Wow, you really are a plague to everyone who knows you, huh? Your sister had to give up her own body just to keep your worthless hide alive. Do you remember that, Argus, the nights where she came back from those 'persuasions' beaten and bruised, her clothes torn to shreds, yet still she gave you that sad smile that said everything was going to be all right. The nights were she cried herself to sleep when she though you weren't awake. Do you remember the helplessness you felt, the despair, the soul-crushing-WHOA. Grim dodged a wild swing aimed at his head, than another one as Argus launched a furious assault on him, only to get sent flying with a kick to the gut, slamming him into the far wall of the arena. Hey now, don't get mad at me because you couldn't protect you sister. If you didn't want to have these kinds of memories to look back on, you should've been stronger. But then again, if you weren't such a pathetic sack of nothing, then I wouldn't be around right now. You remember it, right? The day when you first asked for the power that the book refused to let you use.

Argus was silent from where he lay on the floor, saying nothing as Grim crossed the arena in a flash, crouching in front of him with a sly smile on his face. I do, it was truly a wondrous moment. You found that guard about a year later, broke both of his legs and his arms with your bare hands, and then proceeded to beat him as savagely as he did you, before finally choking him to death with a smile on your face. That was the first and, unfortunately, last time you'd ever murdered anyone, and you remember what you felt afterwards, didn't you? Euphoria of the highest order, a chill that sent shivers of excitement down your spine. It was such a beautifully bloody bot of revenge, wasn't it?
"I didn't."

Oh, you deny killing the guard in that fashion

"No, I killed that fucker. I murdered him in0 cold blood, and I'd do it again if given the chance, but I didn't enjoy it. It sickened me to my core, I know it. You're fucking twisting my memories so I'll give into to you, but I'll never give in so stop trying, Grim."

Ah, the lengths at which you lie to yourself is truly fascinating, yet vexing at the same time. But no matter, I should leave you to awake in your own time . . . but first, we have to end this like always, though this time, let's make sure you burn how pathetic, wothless, and powerless you are into your subconscious memory, before you wake up and forget. Grim clapped his hands, and a new figure appeared. Argus' sister stood there, held by two invisible figures, and stared at him, her eyes wide with horror, before a blade sprouted from her chest in a crimson geyser. The scene would replay over and over, and Argus was as helpless to stop it now, in his own mind, as he had been then. Grim forced him to watch it, no matter how hard he struggled to look awyay. Again and again he was forced to relive the moment that haunted his thoughts day and night. And her death wasn't even the worst part about it. It was the way she looked at him, her eyes filled with horror, disbelief. . . and disappointment. It struck with a pain that ached worse than anything else he could feel, and as his emotions began to rise, the mind-scape of the Arena faded into a void of black and crimson chaos, whirling around him as he let out a dreadful howl of despair.

In the Real World

While Argus had been tortured by Grim, his magic had responded in kind to his distress, coiling out from him in reaching tendrils, slowly deteriorating everything around him. As this happened, the whispering voices would increase in their multitude, spreading out throughout the camp with their hateful words, seeking to incite people to violence and rash action. He began to toss and turn in his sleep, trying fighting off the invasive presence in his head with mumbled words. His eyes would flicker rapidly beneath his eye lids, sometimes opening to show them switching between his normal eyes and the eyes of grim as the to wrestled for control of the body in their own way.

Near the end, once people would begin to notice the disturbances and head towards the detention tent, the outline of an open book would be seen floating above his head for a split second, a demonic figure of darkness and shadows reaching out, before he let out a sudden scream before a pulse of dark magic was ejected from his body, ripping the tent to shreds and filling the camp with a sense of wrongness and malicious intent. Meanwhile, Argus would be on the ground, trying to raise himself up with his good hand, the healing worms on his bad one having perished before they could do more than seal the wound. His breathing was ragged, his eyes dilated, and memories of what had happened in his mind already fading into the depths of his subconsciousness, leaving behind only a sense of dread,hatred, and intense self-deprecation. He looked around confused by what had just happened. He'd had night terrors before, but they'd never caused such an intense reaction from him before.

With nothing else to do, he looked up sheepishly at whoever might have arrived at the scene, feeling utterly terrible, confused, and wanting to crawl under a rock and hide.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

@Silver FoxExcept when they kick you off so that they can play Fallout 4 for the night.

Vault of Rising Thunder.

Raijin's Vault that lacks a clever/cool name

Kokatsu Tendou, Konoha's Rogue Yami no Oku

“What is life without freedom but a slow death perpetuated by endless monotony.”

Kokatsu is a tall individual, standing at around 6'1 with a lithe frame of compact muscle and scars from his many years as a shinobi. His Medium length black hair tied is usually tied into a short Ponytail that barely reaches past his shoulders. The rest of his hair is usually kept in a constant stated of manageable disarray. His eyes are an intense gold, and his contract with the shadow demons have given them a more feral appearance, with the eyes tending to form slits whenever he his bloodlust gets up. He bears marks on the side of his face, two small circles connected by thin lines to the corner of his eye, on the sides of his face are a tattoo traditionally given to the first born of any Tendou family, and a requirement for the first born son of any Clan Patriarch. Also, even though he's reached his forties, he still retains a strangely youthful appearance, though definitely looking less like a teenager and more mature at this point in his life.

In his leisure time, Kokatsu wears a collarless black shirt and well-fitting pants, and whether or not he wears shoes depends on the weather, If it's hot, he'll wear sandals, if it's cold, he'll wear combat boots, and if the weather is in the glorious in between, he'll just go barefoot, enjoying the feeling of the ground beneath his feet. When he's expecting any kind of fight, his garment doesn't change that much. He'll always wear combat boots, these ones bearing steel toes to add a little something extra to his kicks. He'll also wear his basic combat gloves from his time as a jonin, possible his flak jacket if he's feeling particularly nostalgic, and his leaf head band(with the missing-nin slash though it) if he wishes to taunt his opponent.

Personnel files.

Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.

【Full Name】
Tendou, Kokatsu

【Alias】
Datenshi, Konoha's Yami no Oku, Clanslayer,

【Faction】
The Red Sages

【Age】
42

【Gender】
Male

【Birthplace】
Konoha

【Bloodline】
Tendou Bloodline

【Rank】
Jounin, Missing nin

Psych. report.

Medical secrecy applies.

【Personality】
With age comes wisdom and regret, as the saying goes, and Kokatsu finds himself agreeing with that saying nowadays. Gone is the man hardly in control of himself and his desires, replace by one who, while still feeling such desires, chooses to focus them in other, less disturbing and destructive ways, such as training and on the members of the Confederacy who happen to find their into his interrogation chamber.

While boredom has tempered his homicidal tendencies, it hasn't completely gotten rid of his unstable and predatory personality, making him a bit unpredictable at times. While he'll mostly just lay back and relax, exuding a go with a flow type of mentality, he'll suddenly shift into high energy, dragging some random person to due some random task whether they wish to or not. That being said, that doesn't mean he's incapable of being serious and stern, as he can when there is a need for it. He's also very protective of his sister Makoto and keeps an especially sharp eye on her.

【History】

Old History

Kokatsu was once thought to be one of the strongest ninja in Konohagakure and a powerful nominee for Hokage as well. He had the skill, the backing of a highly respected Family, a kind, knightly demeanor, and a silver tongue that was able to do battle with the best diplomats. It seemed that there was nothing that could stop him from claiming the spot one day, as he was even taken in as the Hokage's apprentice at one point. But behind this flawless facade was a man in desperate need of help, falling ever further into darkness by the day. Ever since he was young, he had been suffering from the conflict of his psychopathic tendencies and his kind nature, If he had been given proper medical help early on in life, things might have turned out differently, but sadly that isn't what happened. His father thought of him as a child in need not of help, but strict discipline. He would punish his son harshly when ever he found him doing anything that he felt would damage the Tendou family name.

Soon enough, the behavior stopped, and his father thought that he had beaten the stubbornness of his son. In truth, he had only sealed the fate of his clan forever. Kokatsu developed a hatred for his clan and a majority of his immediate family members for never trying to help him. And throughout the majority of his life, he'd hold this hatred deep within himself, and as it festered, he began to slowly give into his inner darkness, at first just to spite his father, but over time he began to feel something liberating in his madness. It was this acceptance of himself that led to the awakening of his Clan's long dormant Kekkei Genkai, the Meiton. It occurred during a mission where a team of chunin ambushed his team and had taken out their Jonin captain, a person that Kokatsu had treasured dearly. The sight of their death was the straw that broke the camel's back, cause they were the only reason that he had kept any of their morality, and with them gone, all that was left was the pain and rage.

The chunin team was shown no mercy, taken by surprises as a genin brat suddenly began to devour their jutsus, while cloaked in a terrifying veil of darkness. They were cut down before they could turn the battle around, their corpses barely recognizable as human remains after Kokatsu had finished with them. It was on that night that he earned his fearful monkier, bestowed upon him by his terrified teammates who could only watched as he stood in the center of a writhing mass of darkness, shadows, and death. The Leaf's Heart of Darkness.

In the years to follow that fateful mission, he committed numerous murders in order to sate his bloodlust, and never once did the city police force ever come close to catching him. He was known as the Datenshi Killer due to how he always branded a pair of wings onto the backs of his victims. He also began to experiment with his powers and research his Clan's past to find out the source of this power. After 4 years of study, he not only found out the truth of his clan, but of another hidden power they had sealed away once they lost the ability to control it.

At the age of 20, his father held a clan exclusive ceremony, a celebration for his son who was to take over as clan head. It was a night that would be known as the Tendou Massacre as Kokatsu took the clan's blade from his father and shoved it into his chest, making a single hand sign to activate the seals he had placed not only through out the compound, but through out the entirety of the Tendou-influenced section of the city. A wall of darkness separated the the affected area from the rest of the city, but anyone close by could here the screams of the dying as they resonated through the city. Anyone who tried to enter was forcefully rejected until about 30 minutes in, when the darkness dispersed and everyone could see the hell that was on the other side.

Blood and gore was plastered on every building, both civilians and Shinobi were slain without mercy and in terrible ways. And Kokatsu was nowhere to be found. Many wondered why this had to happen, why such wholesale slaughter had to be committed. Many thought back to the tale of Itachi Uchiha and wondered if that may be the case here, others likened the event to be more in lines with someone like Orochimaru, a bid for power with a heavy human cost. But there was only one reason that this night happened, and that was because Kokatsu wanted it to happened, and he wasn't even sure what the ritual would have done when he put it in place. He just wanted to spite his father in the worst possible way, by dragging his precious legacy through the mud.

【Family ties】
While Kokatsu had no love for his father and most of his old family, he has come to care for his sister Makoto very much, to the point where he can hardly deny her any request when he's not training her, and making him a bit of a pushover when she's concerned

Akira Tendou | Father | 52 at time of death, Konohagakure,Clan Patriarch (deceased)

Sakura Tendou | Mother | 48 at time of death, Konohagakure,Clan Matriarch (deceased)

Akio Tendou | Younger Sister | 29, Confederacy, jounin, Ever since the Confedeacy have taken over he's been unable to get information on how his sister is doing, and it does worry him to know end.

Makoto Tendou | Younger sister | 23, Red Sages, Chunin, he's insanely protective of her and promises pain to anyone who'd dare to even look in her direction

【Dreams and fears】

Kokatsu doesn't really have a dream any more, as his old dream led to a life of boredom after awhile, so he's currently trying to find something to strive towards. His fears of losing any of the people he holds close to him still holds true, as it causes him a lot of stress whenever Makoto goes out on a mission.

Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.

【Fighting style】
"Kokatsu is a highly skilled ninja, using not only his Kekkai Genkai, but also several other justus with flawless efficiency, truly deserving of his status as a prodigy in his academy days. He's decently skilled in Genjutsu(more focused in countering than using), Very skilled in Kenjutsu, Fuinjutsu, and Taijutsu, and excels when it comes to Ninjutsu techniques and creating variations of them, as can be seen with his use of the legendary Rasengan, which he was able to recreate himself after seeing it only a few times, though it took him a year to do so, an impressive feat none the less.

In combat, Kokatsu now tends to fight with efficiency in mind, wanting to end each fight as soon as possible. This is done in part to keep his sadistic urges in control, as he thinks of the best way to take out his opponent. Mainly an offensive fighter, he lays down a savage assault of Kenjutsu and Ninjutsu against his foes, trying to wear them down before finishing them with a final strike.

【【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】
Bloodline limit name:
Darkness Release
Description:
The Dark Release (or Meiton) is a specialised nature transformation kekkei genkai that can be used to absorb, manipulate, and release chakra taken from an opponent. The only other known user of this nature, Hirouko, used techniques of this nature through a mark on his left hand. This mark resembles two diamonds, one overlapping the other. Chakra is absorbed through the upper square, while it is released and manipulated through the lower. It is unknown what elements this nature entails.

Unlike Hirouko, who stole his Kekkai Genkai through the use of the Chimera Technique, Kokatsu was born with this Kekkai Genkai(Which is probably why he has the double diamond mark on both of his hands instead of just one), and has found out that, along with the ability to take others chakra and use it against them, he can create solid constructs out of shadows and darkness that drain energy from the world around them.
Strengths: This Kekkei Genkai allows the user to absorb the energy of ones foes and their attacks, making it a highly defensive Kekkei genkai, especially with the addition of the darkness manipulation.
Weaknesses:
His ability to absorb chakra is less effective, sometimes even useless, against certain types of Jutsu's(ex. Earth style and Genjutsu). He can only absorb one jutsu per hand, which means that if he's stuck absorbing two jutsus, than he'll be unable to absorb a third and would be unable to retaliate due to both of his hands being occupied. Also, while absorbing, he can't move from his current position.

【Ninja techniques】

A rank techniques:
Rasengan

• Wind Style Rasengan: A more powerful version of the Rasengan by buffing it with wind chakra. A stepping stone on the way to learning the Rasenshuriken, but still plenty powerful on it's own.
• Fire Style Rasengan: The addition of Fire Style chakra gives the attack an intense orange glow, causing it to radiate a large amount of heat. When launched at an opponent, it will explode outward(away from the user) with a great amount of force and searing heat, likely causing third degree burns.
• Twin Rasengan: A technique where the user holds a Rasengan in each hand, an excellent finisher for taking down a wounded enemy.

Blade of Wind Technique

B rank techniques:

Katon: Great Fire Destruction

Shadow Clone Jutsu

• Shuriken Shadow Clone technique

Katon: Fire Dragon Flame Bullet

C rank techniques:

Futon: Great Breakthrough

Futon: Gale Palm

Katon: Phoenix fire Jutsu

Hiding in Shadow Technique]

Enclosing Technique

D-E rank techniques:
Temporary Paralysis Technique

Killing Intent

S-Rank techniques;
Meiton: Inhaling maw

【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Katon: Aerial Explosion Jutsu
Rank:
C
Range:
Close to mid Range
Description:
A different version of the Katon: Hidoko no Jutsu, this jutsu releases a gas into the air. This is an odorless, colorless gas that can be ignited with any spark or flame. This gas will rapidly ignite, causing it to expand and create a strong wind in all directions. The outer gas is shot out, and ignites when it has expanded at a range of around 20 feet. Anyone within the range of this jutsu will be seriously injured and probably suffer at least a first degree burn. It also evaporates all water in the range of this jutsu

Jutsu name:
Katon: Cinder technique
Rank:
D
Range:
All Ranges
Description:
A basic Katon technique that focuses entirely on setting things on fire, it allows the user to ignite a small spark anywhere they like.

Jutsu name:
Fuuton: Propelling Winds
Rank:
D
Range:
Supplementry
Description:
By letting loose a short blast of air from their hands, the user is able to fly in the opposite direction with considerable force. Can be used to either move very quickly to the side, or even propel the user up to fifty feet directly upward.

Jutsu name:
Meiton: Night Parade of a 100 Demons
Rank:
A
Range:
All Ranges
Description:
This jutsu is his most versatile jutsu, even more so than the Rasengan in the fact that it was made purely for the variations, which is what gives it it's A ranking. After performing the needed amount of hand seals, the user will clap their hands to gather, causing a large amount of Meiton chakra to form from their shoulders to wrap around their shoulders and hands. From this chakra will extend a large cloak of black mist that can extend to about 10 meters in length at max. This cloak is made entirely of Meiton chakra and can be manipulated directly with only the use of the horse sign and the mind. One can also manipulate the darkness into various constructs of monstrous design(like claws, blades, tendrils, and spears, etc) from the cloak that can move and extend to the user's will as long as they have their real hands free to form the horse seal. The constructs can strike and grab objects and people, though is no stronger than the user in terms of strength. It also has a chakra drain ability as well, but it's low-medium rate of drain(C rank amount). The constructs can be cut and damaged, but unless the requirements for complete destruction have been met, they will reform relatively fast.

Edit: Has refined his control so that he only needs to hold half of the Horse hand seal.

This jutsu can be used both offensively or defensively, and when used defensively it can take either one A rank attack, 2 B rank, or 4 C ranks before the extendable bit dissipates, leaving only whats on his shoulders and arms to be used. The Jutsu will last 6 posts, and the cloak can be reformed but it'll take 2 posts after it has received the damage to do so. Also, while this Jutsu is active, Kokatsu can't use Inhaling maw without dispersing the Jutsu itself, and will only get back about half what it cost to form it.

Jutsu name:
Meiton:Haze of Nightmares
Rank:
B
Range:
within 15m
The user makes a horse sign before taking a deep breath, then blowing out a large amount of thick inky black smoke made entirely of Meiton chakra, making seeing anyone within the cloud impossible and limiting the abilities of sensors due to the fact that there is chakra within the cloud to cause interference. Anyone caught in range of this attack will feel a slight fatigue soon after that will only grow the longer they stay in it. Also, due to the constant drain, it will take more chakra than usual to use ones techniques while inside the cloud.

A genjutsu can be laced into this technique as well to make those trapped inside hear Kokatsu's maddened laughter and taunting voice coming from certain directions in the fog, leading them towards their comrades, who will appear to be Kokatsu while they are trapped in the dimness of the smoke. The Jutsu will dissipate after 3 posts, unless it's used inside a building, in which case it will take double that amount.

Edit: The genjutsu that can be replaced from the previous to one that messes with ones sense of direction, making it so that they always stay within the confines of the jutsu

【Weaponry, tools and objects.】

Eien no yami(The one on the top)

Weapon name:
Eien no Yami
Description:
The Eien no Yami is made from specially forged chakra metal that is highly receptive to Meiton Chakra. Not only can one channel the darkness through the blade to increase both size and range, but it can also adopt it's energy absorption effect, making it highly resistant to the effects of chakra enhanced weaponry. The blade itself is extremely durable and bears a keen edge.

Weapon name:
Demon Wind Shuriken
Description:
A large, four-bladed shuriken possessing pre-eminent sharpness and lethality. This type of shuriken is considered characteristic to the famous Fūma clan, after whom they were named and who possibly developed them. However, their use is not limited to this clan. Its four blades can be collapsed for easy storage, leading to its nickname Shadow Windmill.

Weapon name:
Shuriken
Description:
Sharpened, four-pronged metal stars, useful for throwing. They can also be used for close combat, but not very efficiently. Although small, they can be used to distract, pin down enemy shinobi, or if accurate enough, can kill or incapacitate an enemy. They have an open circle in the centre, useful for grabbing with a finger, to avoid cutting oneself, or to put thread through. The circle is also beneficial to the weapon's overall aerodynamics, ensuring more accurate trajectories.

Weapon name:
Kunai
Description:
A black dagger with a handle wrapped in bandages and a small ring attached to the end of it. The kunai is designed for thrusting and stabbing, though it can still do some damage if thrown despite not being designed for it, and is about the length of one's hand.

Weapon name:
Explosive tags
Description:
Self-made, these tiny slips of paper with seals drawn on them can pack quite a punch if used correctly, and can even be attached in to an enemy directly. Also can be attached to thrown kunai for accurate delivery or have a bunch wrapped into a ball for a more devastating payload.

Weapon name:
Concussion tags
Description:
Self-made, these tiny slips of paper with seals drawn on them that explode in a burst of air pressure, force, and sound to stun and disorient those hit by them. Except for that, they function similarly to explosive tags, just without the lethality.

Weapon name:
Poison tags
Description:
These tags exploded into a cloud of poison, one that targets the senses to throw off an opponent's reaction time and general evasion and movement capabilities

Weapon name:
Interrogation Seals: Elysium and Tartarus
Description:
Seals to be placed on a victim when they're under interrogation. They read various things about the subject, from their breathing rate, chakra fluctuations, mental activity, and so on and so forth to decide if someone is telling the truth, having an accuracy of about 85-90%. With this in mind, it works on a punishment and reward based system. Every time the subject lies, they're subjected to a great deal of pain, and every time they tell the truth, they are instead met with an addictive bolt of pleasure through their system.

With every lie, the pain gets worse and worse, but the same is true for telling the truth. Tell the truth enough, and you can even lessen the amount f pain the ext time you lie, though the next lie told after that will hurt twice as much as the one before it. These tags are most effective when applied directly to the skin, and thus are of little use in the filed, where more direct measures may be needed.

Weapon name:
Incineration tags
Description:
Same as exploding tags, except much hotter and spouting actual flames. Is able to easily set alight flammable materials, such as clothing, and cause severe 2nd-degree burns.

Tool name:
Chakra Absorbtion, Suppression, and Disguising seals
Description:
Disguising
This is a seal that Kokatsu made himself that serves to disguise how much chakra an individual has without having to suppress all of it. The way they work is basically like a chakra absorption and suppression seal, except their is a flow going through your body. With these placed on various points of the body, even a high level jonin will appear to only have slightly above average chakra expected for a civilian at least. Their is a slight suppression affect in place, limiting the user to only Jutsu of B rank or lower until the seals are deactivated.

Absorption
By studying his Kekkei Genkai, Kokatsu has been able to replicate the effects on a seal, but creating one requires much preparation and is very time consuming, so he only has five at the moment due to the cost and rareness of some of the materials required. They are reusable and also have been programmed to only absorb enough to keep the target weakened and unable to use most jutsu if they are a shin obi. He only uses them to keep his special prisoners in line, as they are more reliable and useful then suppression tags, as the chakra stolen is stored in the seal, so if the flow is reversed, it'll empty all of the chakra it holds into the person it's attached to.

However, if done incorrectly, the flow will be too great and the person will face a painful death as chakra overflows their systems and they ultimately expire, usually with a violent explosion. Thus, only an experienced Fuinjutsu master should attempt to tamper with them. This goes double for attempting to remove them.

Suppression
This seal does as it says, surprises the targets chakra to that of civilian levels, and is somewhat difficult to remove, requiring a moderate understanding of fuinjutsu to remove. Again., due to the amount of preparation involved for applying it, it's strictly for use on prisoners.

Weapon name:
Ninja wire
Description:
Strong, durable metal wire than can be used for a variety of uses and techniques

【Contracted Summon】
Hokatsu has gained the ability to summon Shadow Demons through the sacrifice of his clan, and while only the stronger ones can be used to combat enemies directly, the others can be used for a variety of uses. Shadow Demons can hide within darkness and shadows to spy on people and maintain a direct link with their summoner, even from far distances. In battle, they can fuse with their summoner's body to increase strength, speed, reaction time, and durability, free him from a genjutsu, or cleanse his body of poisons. After that, the demons will fade away, the strength of the effect depending on how many demons he absorbed, and he can't use this ability any more than 4 times in a row, as every time after that will have a high chance of violent rejection of the demons from his body. They can also be used to restrain opponents and make surprises sneak attacks from the shadows

The more combat focused demons work and fight just like other summons, sharing the ability to sink into shadows with that of their smaller counterparts. The Shadow Demons take on a form in response to the chakra provided, and for Kokatsu they take on the form of monstrous serpents made entirely out of shadows, but since they lack a proper form, they can at times shift their form to fit the situation, able to form things like hands, feet, and even extra heads to launch surprise attacks on one’s enemies.

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James Lockehart, Briefing Room

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"Just running water over yourself isn't a shower," was James response, his eyes rolling slightly as he did so. The SOLDIER's nickname, while irritating, was something he just accepted and didn't raise much fuss over. He didn't care what people called him, as long as they didn't bother him a majority of the time. Barring that little disturbance, everyone else arrived in a relatively normal fashion, though one person's arrival did bring about the usual amount of confusion as was to be expected of such a person.

Ah, the enigma of Fort Lullin, Evangeline. How such innocence can not only survive, but thrive in this place is a miracle in and of itself. Hmmm, I wonder if the idea to become a SOLDIER was her own, she doesn't seem the type, but then again, appearances can be deceiving.

After Evangeline was lightly scolded for her behavior, the commanding officers briefed them all on their mission, an interesting bit of search and destroy in a town known as Mihril, with the exciting part being that the SeeR forces had a deserter amongst them from SOLDIER. A hungry gleam entered James' eyes as he thought of testing himself against another SOLDIER, not in the mock bouts they have hear, but in true combat. He wasn't arrogant enough to think that he'd be able to do so on his own, but just the chance to face off against someone with the balls to desert SOLDIER was just what he wanted for his first mission.

But the first problem is going to be finding him and then-Oh, it's him.

James' eyes went from excited to bored and slightly resentful as President Rayne entered the room, shouting orders to them all that went in one ear and out the other as far as the red eyed man was concerned. Rayne was a politician, and thus, was nothing but talk and bluster. If he was put in a room with any one of them, he'd last for about a fraction of a second, if that. He was a man who seemed to let his emotions get the best of him whenever SeeR was involved. While James could respect the man's tenacity and force of presence, his lack of control and not letting those with the actually know how do their job irked him to no end. That and the fact that he treated none of the SOLDIERs with respect or dignity made him James least favorite person by far.

When the man gave his final outburst, staring each of them in their eyes in an effort to intimidate them, James return the glare with one of his own. In the split second that their gazes were locked, James loosened his hold on the beast, just enough for his eyes to suddenly gain a dangerous level of animalistic ferocity to them. Matched with the curling of his lip and the ever so subtle beginnings of a growl that would be hard to detect for most unless they were right next to him. As soon as the man looked away, he reigned the beast back into it;s cell in his subconscious, taking a deep breath to calm his senses and focus his thoughts.

Was it smart to test the fates like that, nearly letting his berserker side out even a little to antagonize a man that could have him killed on the spot? No, not in the slightest, but he had to admit that he felt immensely satisfied. He may be nothing more than a hunting dog in the eyes of the higher-ups, a fact he was more than fine with, but that didn't mean he had to follow their orders happily.

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Soldier Base Hallway

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Once they were dismissed, James made his way to his room, once again feeling the tremors of excitement enter his heart. His pace quickened as he hurried to make his way to his lodging, wanting to don his armor and head for the meeting place without a seconds delay. He always had his gear ready to be collected at a moment's notice, and since he carried no weapon, he had less stuff to manage then most. However, as he rounded a corner, he happened upon the odd sight of Evangeline caressing the face of another Soldier(A man by the name of Cidolphus Escovane, Saboteur, bit strange but James felt he had no right t truly judge him). The sight caused him to pause slightly, not because of those involved, but because the action itself brought strange feelings to the fore. For a split second, the two were replaced with shadowy indistinct figures, their voices indistinct and formless, yet he felt such a sense of joy, sadness, and loss when he saw them.

The vision was gone as soon as it appeared, leaving him with not but a small tear to make it's way down his face. He stood still for a second, watching the two go their separate ways, before wiping the tear and the moment away without a second thought. While events like that weren't exactly common, pretty rare in fact, this wasn't the first time that James had been haunted by his past. And like every other time, he wanted nothing to do with them. All he felt in them were intense feelings of emotions that left him feeling strange, ill, and deeply unsettled. Something had happened to him, and he didn't wish to know what. He told himself that it was because he simply didn't care to know, and that was true for the most part, but deep down in his mind, deeper than he was consciously aware, he knew that it was fear that kept his curiosity at bay. Fear of what would become of him if he dug into his past, of the horrors he'd have to witness, of the pain he'd have to endure. Something deep and tragic had happened to him, and had been erased to keep him sane by those in charge of thee SOLDIER program, and as far as he was concerned, he'd like to keep it that way.

Continuing on his way, he would soon cross paths with the energetic nymph, her boundless energy bursting from every action and movement, par for the course. As his stride came to match her's he couldn't help but make a comment, half because of his personal need to joke about things and half because he was curipous to see what kind of reaction he could draw from the strange girl.

"You know, if Henry were to caressing another man's face in such a manner, he might get jealous."

There was a brief pause following the utterance of his quip, a jest, surely, but probing none the less when skips stilled and jovial performances quieted down to disarming blinks and lashes as sable and blue met red. One could only estimate what spear-headed through the constantly wreathed process of her consciousness addled exuberance.

"You're a funny one," Evangeline responded, her answer tilting into a bought of giggling fanfare as she looped her slender arm through his and went to resume her flouncing cheer, new companion laced to her side.

"Hally is Hally," she chirped, patting the span of his forearm as if to reassure James. "And the other is, oh, uh, well. I don't know his name. But, he's nice. You get to really know someone by looking in their eyes, didn't you know?" Her inquiry bore no factual weight meant to be answered, but merely tossed as a method of information.

Well that told me about as much as could be expected. . . James thought as he allowed himself to be dragged by the ball of energy and happiness that was Evangeline. At her strange comment regarding eyes, he merely looked down at her with a curiously bemused expression.

"Interesting tidbit, I'll be sure to keep it in mind, though I'm a bit curious now. What can you tell about me from my eyes?"

Another pause, another meeting of their respective gazes, and she giggled once more all the same.
"Oh, going to think Hally will get jealous of you now?" She quipped, equally teasing and still wreathed in giggles before she inclined to his request. Evangeline's hold tightened on his arm briefly, cinching her arm within his before she spun around to face his profile and reached up, fingers poised on slender cheeks and harsh expressions as she too peered deep into the depths of his crimson pools.

"It's not you," she muttered, nails scraping flesh in a small flutters, not enough to scratch, but enough to be recognized. "Wrong colour, too dark you know?" Evangeline canted her head to one side, blonde fringe sweeping to cover the slick of her sable eye. "You're kind of different, but all the same. Just not you." Her fingers fled from his cheeks and she resumed her arm being laced together with his before she prattled on again.

"Doesn't make sense does it? I don't know - wait, what's your name? Hally calls you Sparkles, but I mean, you don't glitter, so."

"Heh, as if I'd be so petty as to try and make that guy jealous." James smirked at Evangeline teasing, though this quickly turned into a look of confusion as she began to feel up his face. He went with it, staring into her mismatched eyes with his own, even trying to see if he could sense anything from her. His concentration was broken by her voice, the answer she gave being one he didn't expect but certainly felt was correct in regards to who he was.

"It makes sense enough, though I must say that while these eyes may not be mine,I enjoy the darkness they hold. I'm pretty sure that it's the only thing keeping me sane. As for my name, it's James Lockehart, and please don't make a habit out if calling me . . . 'Sparkles'. It's something that I'd rather not have rookie get used to calling me." James sighed, wondering if Henry would even show up on time to the meeting area. How a guy like that ever joined SOLDIER, I'll never know.

Turning his attention back to the girl, his face taking on a slightly exasperated expression as a thought entered his head.

"Besides the Commanders and Henry, do you know any of the other SOLDIERs by their names?"

"Your darkness is your sanity, I get that," she responded almost automatically, answering James in a quick, wisp of a cadence in reflection of her usual cheer. "We don't have much that left."

Evangeline's smile, though it had waned, immediately perked up, bearing into one of her usual grins of teeth and all that carved into her pallid cheeks. At the mention of his name, she nodded, seeming to seriously consider his given moniker. "James Lockehart.. A locked heart; a shield." Perplexity coloured her visage. "I know that name, don't I? That name is certainly your own though. I'll call you.. James." She squeezed his arm in finality, sealing the name whilst not bequeathing him with a terrible nickname unlike their fellow SOLDIER who had a terrible penchant for it.

"Unless you want a nickname better than Sparkles, I'll be hard pressed to come up with one, but I'm sure Hally wouldn't mind. We could make it a competition!" Her excitement spun into a manic disposition, but before she could carry off in a tangent of potential epitaphs, her bi-coloured eyes swept up the ashen planes of his face, mimicking his expression.

She sighed, exasperated and teased. "Of course I do, James. I know numbers, codes, profiles and those intricacies about you. But names are given, personal, I like to be given them not take them."

James eyes flickered over to Evangeline, noting how his statement had affected her. It wasn't often that something managed to put a damper on her spirits, even if it was only for a second. Tucking that interesting little reaction away for reference, his expression instantly took on a irritated grimace as she spoke of making a competition between her and Henry over who could come up with the best nickname for him.

"Just James will do fine, thank you, I'd rather not encourage him to put anymore thought into the matter than he already has." James said with a sigh, only to raise an eyebrow curiously as the Evangeline threw his words back in his face. He blinked once, going over what she said in his head, before laughing a little at himself for assuming her interesting nature was a sign of her lacking in intelligence. She was a Saboteur, after all. Information gathering was their field of expertise. "My apologies, I shouldn't have assumed. Though I must say, that is an interesting little philosophy you have their. Can't say I share it, though maybe that because I can't remember what meaning my name had."

A petulant pout creased the perpetual smirk of her mouth, broadcasting her displeasure in being denied a competition with their SOLDIER comrade. Slender arms laced across the ebony armour corseted around her torso, effectively surrendering their laced arms, and snug under her bosom as she tipped her head in the opposite direction and seemed to examine the bland extremities of the residential hall.

His rapid follow up of an apology seemed to garner a reaction, resulting in mismatched pools sweeping through lashes and cutting into his direction as he remarked upon her previous philosophy. "Apology accepted." Evangeline chirped, a smile sweeping across the tilt of her mouth. "I'm sure your name has purpose, a story, a legend within its' gift to you." She held up a finger, obnoxiously embellished in a pink polish still but beginning to flake, and pistol-shot it in his direction, flourished with a wink of her blue eye. "Or it does not. Who knows! Maybe we'll find the meaning of our names in the battle field. Can you imagine?" Evangeline gushed, and began bounding down the hall, skipping, with sallow fabric fluttering around ankles and wrists.

"I can't wait to fight, there's something about the finality of a duel that makes me feel.. Something."

"Now that's something we both have in common. The thought of finally testing my skills on the field . . .it's makes it hard to keep still." James returned her smile with a grin, before turning his head to look down a branching hallway. "Ah, this is where we part ways, my room's down that way and I still need to get my gear ready. See you later, and here's to us making it back in one piece, yeah." He gave a slight wave of farewell to the nymph-like girl before making his way down to his quarters.

Before he could make much progress, however, Evangeline skipped over to give him a small hug, giving him that same innocent grin as always before she scampered off to elsewhere, probably to prep for the upcoming mission, and leavingJanes to stare for a second in the direction she left in. "Well, I guess concepts such as personal space don't mean much to her, do they? I don't think I have met someone as touchy-feely as she tends to be. Makes me wonder if she is even aware of such ideas in the first place." He gave a small chuckle at the outspoken thought before he continued on his way to his room.

James room was kept simple and bare, leaving only essentials around in a semi-ordered fashion. His armor was currently hanging on a stand, the violet and black coating giving an almost otherworldy feel to it. With a practiced ease, he set about removing the various pieces of the armor and equipping them to his frame, starting from the legs and moving up to the head, the imposing helmet being the final piece. Once the suit was online, a small HUD woukd appear in front of his eyes as the visual receptors began to boot up. It was just basic info about the suit's systems, his own state of body, and a read out on how much corruption he had stored in the suit, which was currently none. Once he checked everything out and made sure there were no problems, he was finally ready.

"Activating Armor . . . Bio-enhancement Acquisition Code: Hades . . . System Diagnostics and Life Support System Code: By the River Styx . . . Final Priming Code: Cerburus Unchained." As he spoke the phrases neccessary to turn on the suits systems, a low hum, imperceptible to most but clear as day to James, echoed through out the room. The suit would suddenly compress a little, making sure every piece of the armor wa fitting just right, before a series of cybernetic tendrils wormed their way underneath bulkier parts of the armor, covering the underarmor in a weave similar to that of muscle fibers. Once they were all connect, James would instantly feel a jolt of energy move through his body as the dark power within him began to flow between the Armor and his body, strengthening it as well as filling the suits stores of corruption.

"Ahhhhh . . . That never gets old. . . everything seems fine and proper, so time for me to go down to the deployment bay." Grabbing any other supplies he may need or have been issued, he quickly made his way to the area. Upon arrival, he was surprised to see that they had a new arrival on board for the mission. A curious add-on, but as long as he didn't interfere, it shouldn't be too bothersome. Hell, they could always use another body on the ground.

James made no move to interact with those already assembelled beyond a nod of acknowledgment before taking a seat, seeming to be as aloof to the coming mission as anything else. It was only the steady tapping beat of his foot against the floor that gave away his eagerness to be gone, as his features were now hidden away by the intimidating faceplate of his Cerburus Armor.

Academy 218: Why

Expect a post tomorrow, as I'll be forcing myself away from my systems for a bit to work on it.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

@LugubriousThis actually isn't misbehavior, just his magic taking the opportunity to try and further corrupt his mind, resulting in him having a nightmare of sorts. Also, like life asked, will he be in the same tent as Isla is currently in?

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

@LugubriousWon't be frozen for long, as he's going to wake up with a bit of a . . . bang. Nothing drastic, but it will be noticeable. Will try to get a post up later tonight.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

@LugubriousSo. . . when should I make a post for Argus waking up?