Renny

Naruto: Path to Enlightment. Looking for fresh meat!

Tsukiya Eguchi.

“I hate games. ”

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“Damned fool,” muttered Tsukiya as he watched Yopparai peek through an abandoned home like a drifter. His feet edged the roof he stood on, ready to descend and pay them back for the resource taken from him. However, Yopparai, in a loud bark urged against it. Reluctantly, Tsukiya listened.

As soon as the white-haired man returned, Tsukiya crossed his arms impatiently. Yopparai explained that one was wounded and wielded the famous Byakugan. What he proposed was foreign to him but he wasn't above it. It seemed fair. They had taken a valuable information broker from him, so a new ocular or even the entire being would be given in penance. A light smirk touched his pale lips.

“Sometimes I forget how smart you can be.” Tsukiya let his arms unfold from his chest once Yopparai launched off the roof and towards the home. He stared with anticipation as Shibuki wrecked a hole in the side of the home. He landed near with muted thuds before starting his approach. As he walked, his kekkai genkai, Kokuoken was activated. The space of his sphere stretched thirty meters out, encompassing well pass the home. He would not tolerate would-be escapes and he never took chances with enemies.

He weaved five seals with a single hand. “Lockdown,” he said as the earth shook and made a make-shift cage of rock. Thirty meters high and thirty meters in radius, all that existed of a exit was a singular four-foot hole at the apex of it. Which meant the ninja inside, who believed they would escape would only be met with a wall of dark, hard rock.

What he saw inside the home had little effect on his frown; Tsukiya saw that a ninja was confronting Yopparai with visibly chakra-enhanced wires. The work of his space if they weren't already visible. Tsukiya maintained four feet between him and Yopparai, surprised that they would even consider putting up a fight against the swordsman. He was a daunting foe for any person.

One of the ninja, in a hurry to escape, threw explosive kunai towards them. The act of which was known—through the mist—due to them being in his space. He outstretched a hand towards the metal and redirected it towards him and the one with the girl on its shoulder. He wondered how they would fair with the concussive blast since they were retreating. How their minds would try and comprehend his sight through the mist. It was always fun to watch.

“Get it together, Yopparai. Don't make me regret bringing you along,” he said with a slight smirk. He let his arms sink into his black cloak and with their positions clear in his mind. He floated up into the sky and like a darkened deity, looked down on them with malice. “You have two options,” he told them, hoping to provide Yopparai time to advance upon them. “One, give me the girl with the Byakugan. Or two, die … And I rip them from her sockets anyway.” His explanation would leave little known about his motives for attacking them, perhaps sending fear and apprehension into them. Perhaps not.

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D A I K I

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Approaching the square with his own line of kids, Daiki made sure to line them up adequately—perhaps not as diligently as Yamato though. He stuck his hands into his pants pocket, his flak-jacket uncomfortably rubbed against his neck. He tilted it back and rolled it before ignoring the other ninja and waiting for the meeting to start as well.

Lately, Avaron had been occupying his mind. He needed to find a way to separate himself from her but for whatever reason, he found it impossible to accomplish. With a sudden shake of his head, he let the thoughts fly from his ears and focused on the Hokage again.

“This is going to be a long day,” he muttered before catching sight of a boy attempting to grasp the attention of another. He reached over with a long arm and placed his hand on the lad's shoulder. “Eyes front, kid.” The boy turned back around without a word, leaving Daiki to do the same.

Naruto: Path to Enlightment. Looking for fresh meat!

"Renny's Own Fractured Heart"

Daiki Naito

“ These eyes change colors. Wanna see?”

Cream skinned and rather charming to look at, Daiki has been known for his fierce, if not antagonizing appearance. His sharp features leaves other guessing if he's from nobility or was lucky enough to catch those genes from beautiful parents. His hair has been described as “red” by many but in all honesty, its more of a dark auburn. His gold eyes can range from vivid yellow to a dull bronze in certain lights. Though, the brighter they are the more spectacular they seem.

Daiki stands at a height of six feet even and time has leaned him and his muscles to compact perfection. When he goes out, he is usually dressed in simple clothing. Seeing as most clothes appear rather well on his athletic build. Most of the time he holds a very dull countenance on his face, followed by a mild smile when greeted by others. His forehead protector hangs around the belt on his waist and occasionally will be tied around his forehead.

At the moment his ninja gear consists of a red, high-collared, long-sleeve jacket and a steel shoulder guard wrapped around his right upper-arm. Underneath that is a dark blue shirt that falls above the leather black belt on his waist; his black headband and gray sheathe usually hangs from it. He wears baggy, knee-length, black trousers that form tightly near his ankles and are tucked into high-rising sandals.

Personnel files.

Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.

【Full Name】
Daiki Naito

【Alias】
Konoha's Red-Eyed Dog

【Age】
18

【Gender】
Male

【Birthplace】
Konohagakure

【Bloodline】
Naito

【Rank】
Jonin

Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.

【Fighting style】
A impressive combatant, Daiki is a all-out, no-hold-bars, fighter. His strength lies in his mindset. He never holds back against his opponent and has never spoken the words “I underestimated you” because of it. His calculating mind, along with his weapon Anemone: a large hand-a-half sword, has placed him among the top when it comes to offensive combat. He is a short-range fighter by nature and wholly confrontational, he could care less for who it is he's fighting. Time and experience has convinced him to utilize the Sharingan in his combat-style.

【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】
Bloodline limit name:
Sharingan, Three Tomoe

Details

Description:
In use the Sharingan turns the users eyes crimson with black tomoes encircling the pupils. As the user grows more tomoe appear, eventually leading up to its final result of having three tomoes. Its thought that even further growth can occur through hardship and traumatic, taboo, experiences.
Strengths:
The Sharingan's abilities are legendary, producing trepidation in even the most confident of foes. The reasons for this is obvious. As versatile as it is, the Sharingan gives its user insight to many things in a ninja. Their tendencies in battle, a clear sight through genjutsu, and an advantage amongst those that are not clever in their combat.
Weaknesses:
The Sharingan is a excellent bloodline jutsu but it is not an almighty equalizer. And if anything will produce pompous shinobi into the world. Inherently the Sharingan has no weaknesses, only weak hosts. The only weakness it truly has is the capability of being ripped out and the meager continuous drain on chakra that its users experience.

【Ninja techniques】

B rank techniques:
Wind Release: Vacuum Wave.
Shadow Clone Technique.
Wind Release: Vacuum Sphere
Genjutsu Sharingan

C rank techniques:
Wind Release: Great Breakthrough.
Fire Release: Great Fireball
Fire Release: Phoenix Sage Fire
Fire Release: Dragon Fire

D-E rank techniques:
Basic jutsu

【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Futon: Crazed Aeolus
Rank:
A
Range:
Short
Description:
Daiki uses Anemone, a rather large broadsword, and surrounds it with red wind chakra. The chakra that's spewed from this blade is tuned to a fine edge, allowing him to cut through other chakra construct and jutsus. It goes without saying that if contact with flesh was to happen, it would cut through like a heated knife to butter. This jutsu takes up a bit more chakra than the usual but thanks to his chakra control, Daiki can use it for quite a bit.

Jutsu name:
Futon: Flare Burst
Rank:
A
Range:
Short - Medium
Description:
Daiki uses Anemone to concentrate his wind-type chakra on the flats of his blade, where a thin, invisible wall, savagely whirls. This, like Wind Skin, has a small window in time where he can reflect incoming projectiles, jutsu, and twist sinew. However, more is to come afterwards. Daiki sparks, ignites, a control spread of fire-type chakra over the blade and produces a powerful explosive towards his opponents. The chemical reaction produces flames that can inflict 3rd degree burns on his opponent(s). When Crazed Aeolus is in use, he can use this consecutively.

Jutsu name:
Futon: Wind Skin
Rank:
B
Range:
Short
Description:
Daiki uses Anemone to concentrate his wind-type chakra on the flat of his blade, where a thin, invisible wall, savagely whirls. This allows his blade to deflect attacks that comes his wall. Projectiles are usually tossed aside and physical contact will take skin and twist muscles before bouncing the attack back. This, tacked on with Crazed Aeolous, can drain him quickly.

【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Anemone
Weapon, tool or object type:
Broadsword
Description:
Anemone is a five-foot long broadsword that Daiki carries on his side at all times. The dark sapphire-colored blade is made of a durable and chakra conductive material. Its hilt is wrapped in black leather, its pommel is adorn with a crystal diamond, and its guard flares out before curving down to block other weapons. The blade is capable of cut through sheet metal easily when not infused with chakra but has a hard time piercing heavy armor with straight thrusts.

Weapon, tool or object type:
Wire Strings
Description:
Durable and deadly.

Weapon, tool or object type:
Shurikens
Description:
In stock.

Weapon, tool or object type:
Kunais
Description:
In stock.

Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.

【Personality】
Daiki is a quiet young man, somewhat lazy, and often considered snobby. This however is unjust and to him too unkindly to be taken seriously. In actuality he is just a confused man with a large burden on his shoulders. His thoughts pester him, bug him with the moral rights and wrongs of being a shinobi. He often considers a different profession but knows that its impossible.

Elders tend to praise his, kind albeit soft-spoken heart. He has, since he was little, walked old ladies across the street without a word. Returned pets without even asking for a reward. And gone so far as risking injury to defend others from bullies, be them kids or adults in general. His grades are moderate, his training excellent, and his missions are always successful. Some because he abandoned trusted comrades to die, killed them off himself, or simply betrayed those that he didn't needed.

Like his clan, this leads others to avoid him. Often seeing him as dog simply looking for a way to feed himself. Which isn't true, the Naito Clan is just willing to do what others are not. Living with such a clan has instilled in him a rather brutish, meager capacity for disrespect. When approached by someone willing to bash him; he openly accepts and will bite without warning.

【History】
Like the first drop of ink on a clean paper, Daiki's beginnings started off smudged in darkness. The first few years of his life was spent in the Naito compound, all but imprisoned in the shadows of the other members. His mother, who was the daughter of the head, kept a watchful eye over him. A steely and dead gaze that kept him tense throughout the years. The only time he felt safe was when he was visited by a hooded man. A man who walked with absolute confidence and moved in complete and utter silence. Others often stepped aside for him and grew quiet when he spoke.

This man always introduced himself as “Mentor” and demanded, with a firm and gentle hand, obedience from Daiki. For years, Mentor came and left as he pleased, often carrying a solemn air around when they were alone … The feeling was so dense when they were alone. At the age of six the visits ceased.

When he enrolled into Base School, his place in the Naito Clan had already instilled a hyper-sensitivity in the youth. He was often in trouble for getting into fights with others over the Naito Clan's stained past. When things grew unpleasant in his home because of this, he found the ability to ignore everyone. This came at the cost of seeming disinterested in everything else. His grades were adequate and more often than not, sparring was ended quickly and brutally with other students; separating him from his peers even further. He became a Chunin at the age of thirteen.

That same night, as he walked the compound of his home after the festivities, he felt the chill of a superior ninja behind him. When Mentor had spoken, it melted the cold barrier he had fixed upon his face all those years. The two shared their collective experiences over the years with relative cheer before the man had grew serious. He pulled back his hood and revealed a pair of Sharingan deep into his almond sockets.

Without his hood, Daiki could see the shaggy, auburn hair that sat on top his head and knew then, that the man was of some kin to him. The man explained that he was his uncle and that his Uchiha father was dead. After talking for hours about his paster, Mentor returned to his cheerful self, and after agreeing to keep it mostly secret, promised to teach him the ways of the Uchiha. Daiki asked him why he had to keep it secret but Mentor only replied.

“Some of us are lost. I want to keep you on the path, unfiltered.”

In Highschool, Daiki experienced a rather hasty growth spurt in abilities. It was hard to explain to others but awakening his Sharingan had been a blessing … and a curse. Mentor oversaw his training dutifully but over time it seemed urgency hastened him, putting strain on the relationship the two of them shared. At school, some things remained the same. He was still alone and often, with but a glance, considered feral or dangerous.

【Family ties】
The Naito Clan is rather scarce and tense. They present the utmost loyalty to the head family and its direct kin, seeing them as role models and idols. They all carry the same stern look in there eyes, as if beaten without cause and ready to bite back. Daiki's family was stressful in the beginning. He only found shelter with Mentor. But once he left, his mother, aunt, uncle, cousins, and grandparents warmed up to him rather nicely. Now with Mentor back, the two oppositions often fight over his time and duties. Though neither are willing to actually confront the other about it.

Nariko Naito | Mother | 42, Konohagakure, Head of the Naito Clan and a Author, Its said she can end any debacle with a single glance.
Hisato Naito | Grandfather | 67, Konohagakure, Retired Ninja, The man has a intense love for origami but hates rain.
Seiichi “Mentor” Uchiha| Uncle & Sensei | 33, Unknown, Wandering Ninja.
Yoshio Naito | Cousin | 20, Konohagakure, Student at an abroad college, Yoshio is against being a ninja, finding the tradition old and “not trending”.

【Dreams and fears】
Time has molded his dreams and pushed away the fog. Though tentatively, he follows it. He wishes, with a clear trail of thought, to produce a understanding for all nations to follow. Though that seems far and unreachable, he has settled for being a symbol of greatness. Knowing now that he is neither, Naito or Uchiha, has brought clarity to him. He has a comical fear of snails, which sprung up after meeting Avaron. And ultimately of losing himself.

Giichi Uzumaki

“Like my ancestors before me, you can expect great things!”

Giichi is quite the illustrious youth. His trademark blonde hair and blue eyes are vivid. They spell out his heritage, as if they needed too, and plucks him from the lineup of Base Students. For his age, Giichi looks ... mature. His blonde locks lay stylized over his long face, where as his eyes sits warmly in-between his bangs.

He stands at a slender height of 5'6”, with sun-touched skin, and large hands. When he walks, he strides with a confidence that's just as much inherited as it is picked-up on. For others expect great things from him and for most of his life, has praised him for his striking resemblance to the Seventh Hokage. When off duty he wears what's seen in the picture, his bottom wear is black trousers and black shinobi-sandals. When on duty his white jacket and yellow tie is replaced with a orange, long-sleeve track-jacket. The clan's swirl-like symbol is on the back and vibrant leaves dance near its bottom. His leaf head-band is tied around his forehead.

Personnel files.

Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.

【Full Name】
Giichi Uzumaki.

【Alias】
Foreigner (occasionally), Gi-kun, Blonde Star, Naruto the 2nd

【Age】
16

【Gender】
Male

【Birthplace】
Konohagakure.

【Bloodline】
Uzumaki

【Rank】
Chunin

Psych. report.

Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.

【Fighting style】
Hailing from the Uzumaki clan, Giichi has been blessed with extraordinary vitality, stamina, chakra, and endurance. Far beyond that of any uniform genin, Giichi's tact for getting into brawls, whether they be his fault or some strange-twist of luck, has revealed his fighting prowess. With hard blows and a indomitable will, he charges his foes with an adaptable mindset. Often interchanging physical blows, lethal weapon strikes, and jutsus in a single sequence of attacks. All the while waiting for an opening to use his Rasengan.

【Ninja techniques】

A rank techniques:
Rasengan.

C rank techniques:
Summoning Technique (Ferret – Kyotoso - D Rank).
Summoning Technique (Ferret – Funmin - C Rank).

D-E rank techniques:
Giichi has basic knowledge of the academy taught jutsu

【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Raiton Release: Nerve
Rank:
C
Range:
5 Ft around himself
Description:
A solution for his shortcomings with the shadow clone jutsu. Giichi charges the air around him with dime-size orbs. They are harmless to his opponents. However, when touched, they send a charged warning to Giichi's brain, alerting him to obstructions that enter the field. This jutsu, on first activation glows a vibrant orange but a second later becomes invisible. Continuous usage drains chakra but due to Giichi's abnormal reserves, its inconsequential.

【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object type:
Kunais
Description:
In stock

Weapon, tool or object type:
Shurikens
Description:
In stock

Medical secrecy applies.

【Personality】
A nuetral party in most situations, Giichi has a hard time expressing his distaste or like for most things. He will contently smile at the options as he mulls over the decision and even after a few minutes will eventually say: “Dammit, Just choose for me.” While his indecision is apparent, its also quite obvious that this created his adaptability. Like his mother, he can be quiet when not being active. He's likely to disappear if one's not aware of his presence.

This, coupled with his wandering spirit, often sends him walking through fields just to gaze up at the clouds. Inside of those cottony giants, his mind skyrockets to imagination land. Where he dreams of wind-drifting dinosaurs, legendary warriors, and even what lava-running would feel like. The point of this is to say he can be a fluffhead at times.

【History】
Giichi's upbringings were slightly unbalanced. Being raised mostly by his mother, he was a bit of a introverted kid. When he was little, he was often flocked by caretakers and family. Being surrounded twenty-four-seven. Though the Uzumaki Clan has no established hierarchy, there's always been a silent assumption that those born with blonde hair and blue eyes were expected to be great (which was a very rare trait considering the dilution of the genetic pool). Like his mother before him, Giichi was born with such traits.

Cousins, aunts, great-grandfathers, and even twice-removed uncles were around during his younger years. They constantly talked his ears off and placed subtle expectations on his shoulders. His mother: Sachi Uzumaki was a quiet, kind woman. She often saved him from the crowd by dismissing him to his room; which normally would be a bad thing, but in his case it was always a treat. In his room, he would spend hours reading scrolls, books, watching tv, and often imagining. He could see the shapes in the clouds from the manor … noticed the twists in the grass when outside, praised the beautiful feathers of the birds in the trees.

Though kind, quiet, beautiful, and protective; Sachi was a serious shinobi and offered the same life towards Giichi. She admired their ancestors but not for their stamps on history. But the “Great Warmth” that usually surrounded them. Great Warmth is a phrase that the Uzumaki use to speak of someone's “unwavering alacrity”. In his childhood years, he was practically the opposite of the term. Even so, his mother seemed not to notice. Though the unsavory member of his clans, mainly the strong-willed women, often came over and brought it up.

Between entering Base Academy and finally meeting his father: Taichi Senju darkness had touched the boy's heart. His close-friend, Shiki Nara had been grievously injured while the two played. His leg muscles torn and bones broken, it was declared he would never be a ninja. After recovering, Shiki stopped coming over to the Uzumaki house. The wound rested in his heart for a long time. That was until his father returned home.

Three knocks at their door revealed a golden eyed, brown haired man. Giichi could remember thinking that the guy was amazing to look at. That his face was sculpted and his eyes made from gold nuggets. After a moment, Taichi crouched down, smiled a breath-taking grin, and embraced the lad perfectly. All the while saying. “You've grown. You look just like Sachi, Ichi-poo.”

The years following was filled with the three of them finally being complete. Giichi experienced a change in his personality, he found a happiness that was missing. A place where his need to be alone would vanish. And when with others, he found it easier to stave off the exhaustion. His father told him short-stories of his adventures. Tracks into deep underground laboratories to obtain top-secret genes. Battles where both sides took damage but the hero was often a step-behind his targets. He always had a comical frustration on his face when he spoke of the hero's mistakes.

【Family ties】
”Family is strength, family is love!” is a cheer his family says to encourage themselves. To them, their family is the reason they live. Friends too. Taichi is a fun-loving man, who greets adventure with open arms, and despite his appearance, is a tender parent. Sachi on the other-hand is cool and collected. She comforts Giichi perfectly; no matter the situation her short-words are always enough to ease his heart. Its obvious she's wise.

Taichi Senju | Father | 41, Konohagakure, Jounin. He claims to have roots to the first Hokage, but a many has disputed him on that. He's been investigating the Senju DNA drug-ring.
Sachi Uzumaki| Mother| 41, Konohagakure, Council Member. A quiet woman who descends from the Seventh Hokage. She was once famous for her sealing jutsus but has retired to ensure the happiness of her son.
Yotoru Uzumaki | Great-Great Grandfather | Deceased, Konohagakure. He became the Hero of the Immortal War against the Waterfall Village. He was honored by three villages for his part in ending it.
Asura Uzumaki | Early Ancestor | Deceased, Sungakure. Known as “The Fallen Uzumaki” for his terrorist deeds against the Amegakure. He advertised a dark message across the countries during his generation.
Naruto Uzumaki | Ancestor | Deceased, Konohagakure. Known as the Seventh Hokage and by some The Child of Prophecy, his linage has held strong against the clutches of time.

【Dreams and fears】
Giichi dreams of coming into his own. While it may seem egotistical, he sees the fame of his ancestors and hopes one day to be placed amongst them as someone great. At the very least, he wants to be renowned for his skills as a ninja. His mother fully believes in him and so does his father. As weird as it may seem, he's absolutely sure its possible for his dream to come true.

NPC: Seiichi

“I've made my share of mistakes, Daiki. I was greedy when it came to my comrades. You have to be better than me. Saving lives is good, but a true leader is willing to make the hard decisions. You're a Naito not an Uchiha. Try to remember that.”

Seiichi or "The Cloak" is what many of the Naito Clan has moniker this visiting but welcomed foreigner. Occasionally, some skin from his pale arm is revealed as strides by, showcasing the lean muscle beneath the surface. He is tall, standing at a height of 6'3", his athletic frame is proof, if not a suggestion, that he use to be a ninja. Underneath the cloak is a taunt body. His alabaster skin is fixed with the slashes, punctures, and burns of his past. Among those that knew him, he is considered dead, but for those that lay eyes on his face, they will undoubtedly recognize him.

His noble features is different from the traditional Uchiha; hair the color of autumn leaves rests shortly on his head before flowing off in the form of a long ponytail. Much different from his past, short haircut. His gray eyes are subdued by a control that is rarely seen, the sadness within hardly noticed by even experienced ninja. The angled structure of his face give others the impression that he was once part of a kingly line of individuals.

Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.

【Full Name】
Seiichi Uchiha

【Alias】
“Mentor”

【Age】
33

【Sex】
Male

【Sexuality】
Heterosexual

【Birthplace】
Konohagakure.

【Bloodline】
Uchiha

【Rank】
Missing-Nin, formerly Anbu

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Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.

【Personality】
Seiichi Uchiha is a being who loves wholeheartedly and because of this, is substantially affected by loved ones. His strong heart is not as steeled as his body, leaving his decisions crippled and broken when lives are on the line. When his sister-in-law had her baby, she was supposed to be on maternity leave. But because the mission was a S Rank she wanted to go, to watch her husband's back. She persuaded Seiichi with a heartfelt argument to let her attend. It worked and because it did … they died. Leaving Seiichi stained by the darkness of his guilt.

Despite this, his heart is not home to just love, for it shares equal board with hatred. He defends those he loves viciously and by any means necessary. Taking apart those that threaten his daughter or nephew is not a sin to him. Its not a crime or a even question. Its only a matter of time. Lately, just seeing his nephew brings his guilt to the surface. And he's had no contact with his daughter but every once in awhile he shares the sight of a bird that perches itself near her, looking on longingly.

【History】
Most of his past is known only by the Hokages and Anbu Commanders, his files are kept classified and blacked out due to his missions. The Uchiha Clan, while degraded since the infamous betrayal by Itachi Uchiha, is still widely sought out for their optical prowess and ability. He and his elder brother was a rare breed of Uchiha, prodigies in their own and traditional rights. When they were promoted to Anbu, a mission went array due to Seiichi's unwillingness to let his comrades die. This led to his elder brother's death, along with the death of his sister-in-law. The most hurt in the incident, though his heart was shattered, was not Seiichi but his newborn nephew: Daiki Uchiha.

For six months he contemplated what to do with the child, for his own wife and just born daughter: Sentou Uchiha was sprawled into chaos as well. He loved them both, unconditionally so, but his hatred of himself sent him to a very dark place. When the dust settled three weeks later and his darkness was at its worse, he carried a one-year old Daiki out from his powerless, blood-stained home. With his mind made up and tears flowing down his eyes from his recent actions, he spoke softly to the child, and headed off to acquire a favor from a old ally.

He was fleeing for his life from Konoha afterwards. Days went by as he battled against once-good comrades. When he could catch breaks, he found himself struggling to commit suicide. The act was not frightening to him, more so, it was Sentou and Daiki potential futures. In the final battle, he convinced the last ninja, via Mangekyo Genjutsu, that he was dead.

Years later, after maturing, he returned to the Naito under the guise of "The Cloak"; only telling the clan's headmen and the woman that had been Daiki's mother of his return and intentions. They were, at first, against the idea. They believe he was just pulling and pushing the poor kid between two extremes. But he convinced them peacefully into allowing it. He has been placed under special treatment in the Naito Compound, no one is to speak of his existence or bother him.

Tsukiya Eguchi

“ The fun never ends does it? Wraiths, with me!”
K I N G S - N E V E R - D I E

A ethereal youth whose pale features are too much for most. His hair is ashen blonde, skin as colorless as snow and eyes, that if not for the icy tint of blue, would be considered lifeless. Although he was not always so. At birth he was tan skinned young lad. Hair as black as inky and eyes that could have been as sweet as honey. It wasn't until he discovered his true kekkai genkai had it all drained away. His slightly long face seemed like a pearl, smooth and luminescent. Ghostly almost.

Tall as he is, his thin frame gives him a more tense appearance. His body is flat but not overly ripped, he tends to stray from physical combat, only keeping himself fit enough to maintain his ninja duties. He stands about six heads tall and as he steps towards his opponent's carries a despairing confidence in his gait. His … ninja attire, is quite unorthodox. More akin to a military uniform, its made of dark materials with a lace of white on the knee-high boots, belts, and fine double-breast coat.

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Personnel files.

Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.

【Full Name】
Tsukiya Eguchi.

【Alias】
Eidolon, The Phantom of Waterfall, Owl of Takigakure.

【Age】
21

【Gender】
Male.

【Birthplace】
Takigakure.

【Bloodline】
Eguchi.

【Rank】
Jounin.

Psych. report.

Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.

【Fighting style】
Tsukiya relies heavily on his kekkai genkai, usually preferring to dominate the competition with a overwhelming show of superiority. His mastery of chakra control and management makes it unnecessary for him to exercise genjutsu. Beyond this, he has a moderate skill in taijutsu that he falls back on when a situation is looking dicey.

【Kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit】
Bloodline limit name:
Kokuoken (国王圏 , King's Zone)
Description:
Kokuoken is the kekkai genaki of the Eguchi family. A secret and powerful manipulation of chakra and unknown forces that allows Tsukiya to create a dome-like sphere of space completely under his control. This dome appears black to anyone outside it, but inside, the curved walls are transparent. His massive reserves of chakra are spread thin within the confines; which can stretch from 10 meters to 50 meters in radius; depending on the amount of strain he's willing to endure. Inside his sphere, concentration and chakra-consumption is of the utmost importance, for it is time that determines his life or death on the battlefield.
Strengths:

• Inside his sphere, chakra constructs become visible. Whether they be intangible in the beginning or not. Ex. The chakra threads connected to an puppet or object become visible within his sphere.
• He can manipulate most things inside his sphere. Plants, earthen terrains, roots, steel weapons, and the such.

Weaknesses:

• Matter that is made completely of chakra seem to be immune to his control.
• The larger his sphere, the more charka he uses and the more exhausted he becomes. Once he reaches 40 meters, he no longer has the ability to use his chakra for anything other than maintaining the sphere. 50 meters leave him immobilize to attack.
• Concepts outside his field of knowledge, ex. The study of atoms and oxygen manipulation is off-limits. In other words, feats like suffocation, gravity increasing, or biological warefare is out of his abilities.

【Ninja techniques】

D-E rank techniques:
All Academy Jutsu

【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Kokuoken: Nature's Maelstrom
Rank:
A
Range:
Close – Mid
Description:
Within his sphere, Tsukiya manipulates the various forces of nature around him (almost always including wind) and harshly attacks his opponent(s) with them. A single target may find themselves overwhelmed by the combined might of a shaky ground, distracting leaves, powerful winds, and pelting rocks or boulders. The real blow is struck when a thin layer of the earth beneath them is broken apart and clamps hold of their legs after the attack.

Jutsu name:
Kokuoken: Shield of the King .
Rank:
B
Range:
Close
Description:
Tsukiya performs three seals to conjure the earth within his sphere to protect him. While it usually varies in appearance, largely due to Tsukiya's whims, its always small to large slabs of solid ground. If out on the ocean or near water, sloshes of liquid will come to his aid to slow or completely encase slow moving attacks. Water is quicker to respond to attacks but offer less defense. While rocks are prone to appearing late, which is why Tsukiya has to manage his and his opponent(s) attacks.

Jutsu name:
Kokuoken: Hydra Fall.
Rank:
A
Range:
Mid - Long
Description:
Eidolon aka Tsukiya, forges a three-headed hydra from the earthly materials around him. Sharps branches, brutal stones, and constricting vines that could easily string an opponent up. It dives down from the top of the dome with moss covered bark as flesh or translucent rain-water as skin (depends on the environment) before crashing down onto its target. Its usually thirty feet long and ten feet wide in the faces. When it crashes, the turbulent debris from the gathering is spread out like a natural disaster.

Jutsu name:
Kokuoken: Flight
Rank:
C
Range:
Entire Sphere
Description:
Tsukiya flies within the boundaries of his sphere.

Jutsu name:
Kokuoken: Placement
Rank:
C
Range:
Entire Sphere
Description:
Tsukiya can sense the matter within his zone, giving him accurate numbers of who and what is inside.

Jutsu name:
Kokuoken: Great Gaea
Rank:
B
Range:
Within sight.
Description:
Tsukiya raises two fingers up towards his opponent. Beneath them the earth begin to tremor in warning before six foot long spikes raises up to skewer them.

Jutsu name:
Kokuoken: Lockdown
Rank:
C
Range:
Entire Sphere
Description:
Stringing together five seals, Tsukiya wills the earth to cover the inside of his dome to prevent escape. Only a four foot hole at the very apex of the dome is un-shielded. It can hinder most attempts but a powerful enough jutsu will just crash through it.

Jutsu name:
Kokuoken: Vortex
Rank:
A
Range:
Close – Mid – Long
Description:
Stringing together four seals, Tsukiya summons a earthly vortex, whether that be sand, leaves, dirt, water, or wind depends on the area he's in. Of course, the danger level of which varies as well. The vortex usually stretches to the apex of the sphere and whirls with a vicious roar. Sucking up debris, gases, or weaponry. The suction is strong enough to drag unsuspecting men into it but does not affect Tsukiya at all.

Jutsu name:
Kokuoken: Bend
Rank:
A
Range:
Close – Mid – Long
Description:
Tsukiya uses his kekkai genkai to manipulate non-living objects within his "Zone" in a telekinetic way. Lifting trees and other objects such as stones, vines, etc. He's discovered that weight and chakra-consumption is a key component to the quantity of what he can control at one time. If he wished to lift a aged tree, more chakra would be used. A hindrance on other objects he wished to control would be placed on other, smaller, objects as well. He's found methods to lessening the weight of most objects.

Jutsu name:
Kokuoken: Botched
Rank:
S
Range:
Close – Mid – Long
Description:
Eidolon's trump card and ace, a move that he usually reserves for those that are extremely persistent or just enraging to the point of fatal repercussions. He infuses his hand with a great deal of his unique chakra, shrinking the Zone down to 30 meters. Now this technique can be used in two manners, each producing the same end results. He can mold the chakra around his hand in the form of a two-foot blade and slice off limbs or--and this is where it gets dangerous--he focuses it around his fist. This is dangerous due to the fact that a blow from his fist can literally expel a organ; always leaving a cubed-shaped, clean, hole where the blow was struck. Now its stressed that their body functions normally, as if the organ was never gone, but if Tsukiya squeezes it or if its especially vulnerable, lets say the heart, this attack can lead to death.

【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Shuriken & Kunai
Weapon, tool or object type:
Shuriken & Kunai
Description:
Shuriken and Kunai

Medical secrecy applies.

【Personality】
Despite his gloomy appearance, Tsukiya is actually a rather carefree man. He despises the mafia, yakuza, and most other organized crimes. However, he's never been one to preach. In fact, he's a man of action that delivers a swift, if not melodramatic, death. It was in Takigakure, where he was stained with the death of his family, that he developed a rather nasty tick. A indifference to death and rather easy detachment to those that he held dear when alive.

Situations that involve tact or neutrality is at odds with Eidolon. He's a opinionated guy whose not above threats or violence to get his point across. Despite his tactless demeanor, he can sense when things are serious. In which case he usually shuts his mouth and patiently waits, that is, unless something rubs him the wrong way. Negative situations almost always get a negative response.

A emotional situation is always hard on him. The weight of his family's death is tied around his heart with a ton of lead, so adding others to that is something he avoids. He hardens himself to the sad and opens himself to the happy. It could range between a jovial pat on the shoulder to an altogether brush off. Deaths are especially unpredictable.

【History】
The Phantom of Waterfall was born underneath normal circumstances. He was held in high-esteem by his parents, thought a gift from the Gods. A bundle of greatness in the making. It was fortunate that they would never see the infamy of his actions. The great despair, death, and heartache he would cut into the history of Takigakure. But that would not happen for several years.

In Base School, he sat alongside worldly students who had no interest in being a ninja. Foreigners that was planted in Takigakure for dark reasons, reasons he was ignorant of back then. While he took the classes seriously and was fairly good student, it was thought that he would become as influential as he was. He had a near intimidating level of focus and determination. A fearsome trait that many of his teachers proclaimed would take him to the seat of Chief. This drew unwanted attention to him from his peers, attention that took only one scrap to be put to rest.

That night, with blood on his hands and knuckles, he walked the usual path to his home. The pulsing calm of the waterfall was comforting. It was unfortunate for his father, mother, and little sister that he had beaten the child of a mafia boss. A ninja clan turned mafia could be especially ruthless, uncaring, and surprising slippery to catch. Life afterwards was a cold and turbid. He took mind-numbing beatings from the kid he lost too, finding his suffering being the only reason he was still alive.

Countless scars peppered his body by the time he entered High School. And one nasty one laid upon his left brow. Mid-way through school, he noticed the incessant evilness that was growing, festering, inside the mafia's son. It was a singular moment, a piece of time that was as trivial and quick as can be, that put into motion the cogs of change. The next two years was fraught with nightly raids on the mafia clan, self-destructive training, and tear-jerking guilt.

At the age of 20—now a jounin—through planning, charisma, and a jolly kind of vindictiveness, Tsukiya had—literally—burned the mafia to a fine smoke. He had created a gang of his own to combat the numbers, for he was not dumb enough to take on the organization on his own. Comprised mainly of other like-minded people who saw the evil spreading from the foreigners and mafia alike. By the time wind of his growing influence had touched the chief ears, he and The Wraiths had already left Takigakure. He heard that his base of operations, a downtrodden watermill had been raided by Waterfall Ninja.

【Family ties】
A loving family whose death numbed him to the plights of others. Afterwards he was given to the Orphanage where he molded, honed, and shielded his rage. At times their memory reminds him to be happy, which is one of the reasons he tends to be carefree and rebellious.

Souma Eguchi, Deceased | Father | 29, Takigakure, Merchant
Ukaru Eguchi, Deceased | Mother | 34, Takigakure, Secretary
Taki Eguchi, Deceased | Sister | 4, Takigakure

【Dreams and fears】
The purification of the world through any means necessary, a field of white lilies with his family awaiting him.

Of course, these are just images. Tsukiya dreams of doing his part, placing the world on the right path and finding some happy median between innovation and tradition. His fears are a bit more complicated. While death is definitely on the list, its not enough to halt his advances. His fears revolve around personal failures. Failures that could cause death to another and not himself. One of the reasons why his inner-most members respect him for leading The Wraiths.

The Spirits Within: Stigma

@Halcyon Sounds good.

@JJ Doe That's great. I was planning on making him a year or two younger than the rest of them anyway. Though I'd prefer not to be seen as the little brother figure forever, I'd hate to close off any romantic developments in the future. Really, I hate closing off any kind of development but romantic is usually important in Rps, especially with us all having great possibilities for it.

The Spirits Within: Stigma

@Halcyon Speaking of activity, has anyone made any clear relationships they want to have with Al?

If not its cool, just wondering since I'm nearing the Memories section of my SU

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@JJ Doe Simple things, complex things, mundane things ... anything to be honest. Its really a reason for Al to enjoy and justify liking Rui for who he/she is. Rui is epic, I think the asshole aspect hidden by the loveable angel thing is essential and interesting to explore when Relationships are being formed. Also, (s)he is really cute. So it compliment his modelesque appearance.

On a serious note, I can see him going to Rui for advice, information, and just hanging out. Seeing that she's found a way to cope with being alone, It will be a learning experience for him.

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@Prisk Epic. I like you, Prisk. All this freedom is constrained and allowed in very subtle way. It makes me feel creative.

Not sure if that made sense but it did to me. HAH! Freedommmm!

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@JJ Doe I was hoping Al could on better terms with Rui. Hopefully one that provides advice to him when he needs it.

EDIT: Just read this, seeing that Rui is androg, I'm feeling like I just confused myself and a bunch of others. Let's see ... Rui will provided Al with advice. Yea, that's better ^^

Also, how should these memories be formatted? IC or like the rest of the CS. Just to provide information.

The Spirits Within: Stigma

So I'm making this guy at the moment, got a good hold of his personality but I'm wondering if its seem doable to fit the "Courageous" part in with it. Not too sure myself but I felt like I should try it. I was going to post it later, get an official opinion with the grading but I've decided to go ahead and get it out the way

Also, this is just what I got at the moment. I might get him done by tonight, if not, Sunday at the latest. Let me know what you guys think?

Alabaster

Alabaster “Al” Zabek

July 19 | 5'11”

Personality

A man whose looks is reflective of his inner self; a choice made without indecision one faithful day. He may seem a brooding young man in the beginning, one filled with angst and dislike for others, when in actuality he's simply contemplative, hard-pressed to speak, and all around introverted. Alabaster has always been alone and because of this, has learned to comfort himself and embrace the solitude. Which in turn has led him to pushing away those that attempt to help him. Not in the way most would expect but instead in subtle agreements and tentative decisions—a false kind of deliberation, of ignorance that most would rather not deal with.

Alabaster is, despite his shortcomings, lionhearted. When the situation requires it and others are too lost in fear to act, he may be the first to do so. Most will not anticipate it from him, others will be dumbfounded. But it is indeed apart of his essence. However, he will shy away from the limelight if it shines on because of this. His sudden appearance and equally sudden disappearance will fascinate the crowd, having them wish for more.

Despite his dislike of crowds or at times, even holding a simple conversation, Alabaster has become a profound listener and giver of sound advice. Inwardly, quick and confident, his opinion find its mark. A bolted arrow plugging into the mentality of the helped. An idealistic, foolhardy, introvert—most would laugh at such a combination but Alabaster pulls it off with an adorable finesse. Despite his self-induced seclusion, Alabaster is very fond of spirits.

Now, when comparing and contrasting these staid traits to his friends, one might notice a few differences. When speaking to those that he care for, those that have earned his trust and steeled it through years of loyalty, Alabaster is quaintly expressive of his feelings. In a much more clear and easily grasped way. Though he has never felt so inclined to share with someone as he has with Samuel. The boy who first offered him a friendly hand. Due to being the face of his mother's modeling agency, Al is often confessed to, all to which he politely declined. This is due to his infatuation with one of his close friends.

Appearance

A bright-skinned 21 yr old youth who carries all the cool and elegance of a pampered prince. His skin is smooth and clear, with only a small cut resting an inch from his left brow. Alabaster or Al as his friends call him, has dark—very dark—brown hair that flows into a shiny blonde at its edges. Al's thin eyebrows, decisive light blue eyes, straight nose that slightly widens at the nostrils, and his sculpted face; it goes without saying that he's nice to look at.

His body is trained, etched, and athletic. Some compare him to a whip, others to a coiled spring but all considers him exemplary. The picture of dedication and resolve, the “perfect” body declared by some. Which oddly enough isn't as stacked or caked on as some would believe. His arms are ripped due to his training with his weapons “Misery and Peace”. On the left side of his torso, near his waist, is the remains of terrible burn. It stretches out like four, withering, claws towards his navel.

Alabaster, the adopted-son of the Theresa Zabek (the CEO of a fast-growing model agency in Cetra), has a taste for the expensive. Though he dabbles in different trends, each reaching out across cultures and traditions, he is often seen wearing a combination of urban and formal attire. Though a few things remain constant or at the very least regular; his black, simplistic, jacket, which is usually hung over his shoulders and a silver pendent, tied through with steel wire.

Ringtone

• Pieces

Background

Oakridge Academy crowded the brooding youth the moment he stepped through the doors. The student body took to him like flies to sugar, bees to honey, children to toys. It was annoying at first, because by this time he was going through the “rich kid angry at the world” phase. He wanted nothing to do with others, but they all wanted to be friends with him. Al could not see at that point. He did not know the difference between those genuine few and the one's after his wealth. It took, Samuel to make it clear. The charismatic youth who everyone seemed to like—excluding himself at the time.

He was young but it left a permanent mark on his heart. It changed him, urged him to develop a sense of insight on others. However, this positive, mixed with the negative of his absent mother has only made his life slightly more bearable. If not for Samuel and his group of friends, he would be exceptionally lonely. Funny enough, he had never experienced such loneliness as when Samuel disappeared. He hoped, prayed, and for reasons unknown still believes that Sam hasn't died. A fleeing ghost that lingers but refuses to be seen. Sometimes, Alabaster truly sees him—though wispy and formless—in his peripheral. The confidence of his voice tells him to get out, enjoy life. In his dreams … Alabaster shares his days with his missing friend.

Alabaster's mother, the head of the Zabek Modeling agency, was incapable of having children. She searched for years for a child to satisfy her incessantly picky tastes. When she stumbled upon the blue eyed, brown hair cherub, she fell for him instantly. Because of this, she groomed and prepped him to be the face and eventual heir to her company. However, she was a very business-inclined woman, who saw no wrongs and nudging her children towards the caretakers. Being gone weeks and months at a time, left Alabaster feeling abandoned.

Samuel solved that problem and eventually he found meaning in having friends thanks to the others. Attending Oakridge Academy gave him plenty to occupy himself with. And Samuel gave him tons of determination and resolve. He trained, studied, and though he proved a loner at times, became something of a force to be reckoned with.

Tropes

• Adorkable
• Badass
• Hidden Badass
• What You Are In The Dark
• Wonder Child
• Magic Knight
• Byronic Hero
• Bad Dreams

Memories

Samuel –

Olivia –

Rui -

Aaron –

Elvira -

Scout -

Weapon

Mordrembane

Mordrembane, named by Alabaster himself, is the serrated katana that he wields in battle. Besides its durable composition and enhanced slicing ability, not much can be said about it. Its about five feet long from hilt to point and slashes with precision when swung correctly. The add-on to this blade is a platinum chain that is used to whip it about. Its length allows it to stretch thirty feet from him in any direction and can be used for offense or defense.

Spirits

List your created spirits here. The 'Spirit Sheet' can be found in the spirit creation section in the our of character tab.

Trivia

Random facts about your character! Optional, but very helpful in a setting where the characters are lifelong friends.

A New Home; A Lycanthrope/Werewolf RP

Tomas Collins

“ I've been gone for far too long.”

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He could feel the thunderous beating of his heart, the quickening as his paws battered the woodland soil, and beyond that a instinct that fed his urge to find home. Tomas labored through the blurring trees, following the scent of the Blue Ridge pack. An abundance of woodsy, musky, and a especially unique odor. The scent that werewolves, lycans, or whatever they were calling themselves carried.

Bolting around a large tree, he came upon an outstretched cliff, the quaint settlement was near. Far below him they lived their more-likely boring lives, he decided suddenly. Though he knew he shouldn't have. It was all they had known, all they were use to. Exploring had broaden his horizon but they … they were still stuck in dusk. Tomas looked down his blackened snout, his heaving deep and loud.

Not long now. I'll make it down the mountain in maybe an hour or two … half an hour if I push myself. He stepped away from the cliff, pawing towards the pathless greenery. Its been awhile, I've forgotten how much I love the shift. Living among humans has soften my instincts, left them dull. But I can feel them sharpening quickly. He managed a throaty chuckle before starting into a sprint, loping down the cliff towards a further down path.

The early morning light glazed his black coat as he stepped behind a nearby tree, one just outside the settlement. He felt the rigid cracking of his bones as a heat took over. Before long he was upright, naked and, moist with sweat; the weight of his belongings pulling on his chest. Tomas took off the dark green duffle bag, changed into simplistic clothes, and stepped out with a charming smile on his lips.

“I won't even think about all the she-wolves I'm smelling. Looks like my brother is doing a fine job. ” he mused, walking into the flourishing settlement as if he belonged, as if everyone should recognize and remember him.

A New Home; A Lycanthrope/Werewolf RP

Tomas Collins

“I wonder if anyone will recognize me.”

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Name: Tomas Collins
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Rank: Pack Male
Trade: Butcher

Upright Appearance

Tomas is a slender man, one whose athletic frame is etched, sketched, and sculpted with plated muscles. While not as muscular as his elder brother, he makes up for this in aesthetic and genteel looks. A rugged, youth, whose appearance is reminiscent of a wild prince or king, is what most would see upon staring at him. His black mane is slicked back, while facial hair line his jawline and upper lip. His evergreen eyes stare calmly beyond most scenes, looking into something that most simply can't comprehend. He stands at an impressive 6'5” and weighs a underwhelming 203lbs.

Canine Appearance

As a canine, Tomas appears as a sleek, darker version of his elder brother. He seems to be a inky figure, a shadow on the fringe of one's sights. His muscles are hidden behind thick fur, just barely visible to others. His fangs is a immaculate white and his orbs, a rare evergreen. Above his eyes are matching dots of white, giving him a oriental countenance. He's 47” tall, 8 feet long, and weighs 198lbs

Personality: A complex bundle of emotions, Tomas is a box waiting to be unraveled. On the surface is a genuinely carefree wolf. His casual demeanor and natural charisma seems inherited in the blood. That however, seems to be all that was inherited. He's a wolf that avoids killing if at all possible, preferring for his adversaries to feel the sting of defeat. During his travels, he learned to appreciate life in a way that wakes him obnoxiously optimistic.

History: Tomas was born to Keenan and Emelia Collins later into their Alpha terms. A birth wholly unexpected. Like his brother and sister before him, his parents made sure he had honed his skills in the most efficient of ways. However, they died shortly after retiring from head. It was a heavy blow. On top of losing a sister that he had never known—but oddly felt deep in his blood—he had now lost his mother and father. Condemned to a heavy heart, Tomas went through a dark phase. One where he rebelled against his brother and sister's better judgment, rules, and orders. He was often fighting with them, which led to him feeling ostracized and misunderstood. Eventually, when he turned eighteen, he decided to leave.

In that time, he explored the world with youthful exuberance. Years later he felt a change in himself, a shift in the pendulum of his heart. Tomas realized that he missed his home, his family. So he packed his things, left the small caravan of people he had traveled with, and headed back towards the Blue Ridge pack. Ready to mend his departure.

Extra: Immune to ICED.