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A New Home; A Lycanthrope/Werewolf RP

I can get a post up tonight if you guys want. Might not be right now but it'll be before tomorrow.

Naruto: Path to Enlightment. Looking for fresh meat!

D A I K I

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“Tsk! My blade would've made it quicker than me or you. How was I suppose to know ...” He look knowingly at Saburo's weapon, though the person behind it seemed to be irrelevant. Anemone caught his attention next. Though he didn't show it, he was particularly irked that another man's hand was wrapped around its hilt. “A trivial piece of shit would enter the stage.”

Daiki shot Yamto a glance, the cursed comment sticking him lightly. “Baka, I'm cursed in the same way you are. I didn't choose the blood in my veins. Get off your broken alter, we have better things to worry about.” His sharingan zoned in on Saburo's, the anticipation of the battle rousing his adrenaline. When he Mentor would practiced, the elder Uchiha always spoke of “Battling with the eyes.” Daiki wondered if his training had prepared him for it.

Even with Yamato's anger, Daiki felt a sense of trust between him. In some form, even through his hatred of the Naito and kekkai genkai, he trusted him to handle Saburo. A fierce, small, smile formed on his lips as he stepped over to where Yamato once was, announcing to the gunbai-wielder that he'd have to defeat him to follow.

“Your memory's screwy isn't it?” he asked calmly, his utmost confidence dancing in his crimson eyes. “Didn't I tell you I wouldn't lose to anyone. You were included in that statement. The 11th corps, their behind this huh? What is this some coup? Konoha … fuck that. I won't let you.”

Daiki formed the tiger seal, poofing two shadow clones into existence, one on each side of him. Clone A formed a string of seals before spewing a ball of fire out towards Saburo the size of a jeep. The flames roared, distorting his chakra-seeing vision. In the meantime, Daiki slid off to the side, just inside his jutsu vision-blocking path. Clone B fell in-line directly in front of him as they approached with speed.

The Spirits Within: Stigma

@Prisk I'm happy with it as well.

Guess I'll finish up my own memories now ^^ Wish me luck guys.

The Spirits Within: Stigma

That's dope.

I feel like Eric would view Al's introvert-ness, and all around Cloud-like behavior in a negative light. Am I wrong?
@DJAtomika

Naruto: Path to Enlightment. Looking for fresh meat!

D A I K I

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A blur to the ordinary below him, Daiki flashed from rooftop to rooftop. Without him realizing when, Yamato had closed the distance, a medical ninja in tow. Daiki glanced at her before returning back forwards. She was the one that had helped that small kid out at the assembly. From what he had seen she good, special even. It was smart on Yamato's part to bring her along.

Once they caught up with Aoi's squadron, Daiki looked ahead, beyond the streaming attacks and exploding chaos that followed the hooded figure. He couldn't quite make out what was going on but it looked to him that she was after the Hokage. If not him, then something he had. Information perhaps? Either way, he wouldn't sully the loyalty forged by the Naito by allowing Zeno to die.

Reaching into his flak jacket, he pulled out Anemone's scroll and summoned the sharp broadsword to his hand. Yamato's voice reached through the sound of space and time warping to summon the blade. Daiki took a moment to think before responding.

“It doesn't seem that way. The culprit attacks the Hokage during the assembly … where all the ninja are present?” He lowered his eyes and tensed his jaw, wondering if he should reveal his own thoughts. “This doesn't add up. The cloak could be stupid and have a vendetta against the Hokage but I doubt it. I think this is more likely, he's risking a fatal situation to provide cover. Yea, that seems possible to me.” He lept harshly from the ground, flowing through the air before landing into a dash again. “Doesn't really matter though. As ninja, we protect our Hokage.”

He landed with a muted thump, silently halting. The air was clear, the area tense. Daiki had a shaky feeling in his gut; something was odd, not quite right. His golden eyes grew dark before swirling with the sharingan. Chakra became clear, things that was once hidden became possible to track. When he caught the slightest clue of the cloak attacking from behind the Kage, he dashed off to meet it. A second, if not more before Yamato barked his name.

A audible growl ripped from his throat as he pulled back Anemone and chucked it to meet the assailant's next steps. The sharingan in his eyes glowed crimson, flaring to life like neon lights when paired with his speed.

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G I I C H I

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Giichi's world was flipped before he could get most of his sentence out. The pain of his back hitting the floor was only visible through obviously shocked eyes, and though perfectly fine, it was fear and instinct that took over a second later. Quicker than he could imagine, his hands came up to his face, palm upwards as he wailed out.

“W-Wait … Reiha- Rei-chan!” His hand clenched around whatever limb she threw towards him, blocking it. Even still, the strength she threw into it sent his hand into his nose. He staid on the ground, dazed by her blow and sudden change. It appeared often over the years but only once or twice on him. He smiled to himself, seeing her porcelain hand reach out towards him.

Giichi dusted off the back of his flak-jacket, feeling the sting in his palms each time. “Impressive as always, I see.” he complimented before joining Reihana. He took small glances at her when they weren't conversing and stared, somewhat lost, when they were. Not even the list of names were a quiet zone to him. He was sure he wouldn't be apart of it, that he'd stay in the village. So when the beginnings of his name echoed, no, stuttered in the Hokage's voice; Giichi straightened in surprise, inching forward with utter stupor.

But then things turned sour, really sour. Giichi's brows furrowed as the crowd grew wild. He looked for Reihana and staid close to her, more for her safety than his own. It wasn't hard with her snow white hair fluttering about to keep gravitated to her.

“Right behind you, Rei-chan.” He said, overtaking her shortly before syncing his dash with hers. The older ninjas were concerned with the Hokage but honestly, all he wanted to do was protect who he could.

The Spirits Within: Stigma

I think I'm done for the most part. We're all still finalizing memories so I have yet to touch that. But the rest is complete. I'll probably go over it, dust it off of any spelling or grammar mistakes. But, besides that I'm done. I'd love to hear some constructive criticism.

EDIT: The endless possibilities of the Memories lol. Its stumping me right now but I'll get it when I get home from work in the morning. Or if some inspiration hits me before than, I'll try and handle it before.

Naruto: Path to Enlightment. Looking for fresh meat!

D A I K I

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The assembly had barely started when he noticed several faces appearing. A gentle chuunin, one new to him had seemingly hushed the cries of child. He smiled to himself, acknowledging the act in silence before returning his attention to the Kage. His had just started feeling his mind drifting when he heard a familiar voice directed towards him. It couldn't be though … the aggression in the word “baka” was lacking tremendously.

When he looked to the side nonchalantly, he caught Yamato in his sights. His brow raised slightly, surprise and partial distaste touching him. Normally, he would have stepped up but the feeling in the air between them had changed over the years, it was hostility that tainted the area around them anymore, now there was a mutual respect that layered over it. And that was enough for Daiki to put forth his own effort in mending their past.

“Not sure myself. Guess we'll find out soon.” Feeling, if only a little, awkward.

As the Hokage's speech reached its apex, Daiki felt a storm of emotions develop. Inside his gut, where he hid his excitement, was hope for his ambitions. Trepidation for the unknown future. And a surprising amount of exhilaration. His large hands reached for the material at the bottom of his pockets and gripped it tightly as the names were called. When he finally heard his, he simply closed his eyes and let out a long breath. When he opened them again, the Hokage was bent with illness.

When did this happen? I closed my eyes for only a second! Daiki pulled his arms out his pockets while a medic attempted to approached Zeno. Just then, he caught the slight flutters of a black cloak high above them. Yamato's words came soon afterwards.

“Yea, I see. The kids come first,” he told Yamato calmly, though his heart pounded in his chest. The kids behind him coward as the body hit the ground with a fleshly thud. In the chaos of the crowd, Daiki found himself nudging and pushing aside stampeding villagers. He turned back to his charges. “Stay with me. Don't move unless ordered.” Yamato seemed to have a plan, so he was willing to wait as long as the crowd didn't get any rowdier.

For a long moment, Yamato spoke to Aoi and the others, leaving Daiki with the kids. They tugged on him, asking if they'd be okay, if the Hokage was okay. He could only tense his jaw and remain silent. He wouldn't lie to future shinobi about the situation, so instead he'd let them come to their own conclusions. When Yamato returned and they had led the students to a restaurant, Daiki felt his shoulders lighten. Not in the literal sense.

“Heh, funny that you're saying that. I was just thinking about what a whinny pussy you were being. Cats should really stay the quiet type,” he said with a challenging grin, referring to the Minamoru's ancient tiger symbol, though Yamato often called himself a god. “Let's hurry and join the others.” Daiki dashed back towards the assembly, leaving Yamato to catch up.

The Spirits Within: Stigma

So I'm at the spirit section now. Almost done. Afterwards, I can start putting forth mental energy towards actually helping world building.

Naruto: Path to Enlightment. Looking for fresh meat!

Tsukiya Eguchi.

“I hate games. ”

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Tsukiya ground his teeth in a lightening-quick snarl as the “It” of the group plowed through his earthen wall and the wounded Hyuuga sent the explosive kunai back. That was simple task to deal with, as he snapped his hand forwards and halted the debris and shrapnel from reaching him. As Yopporai annoyingly stated his intentions, Tsukiya released the staid debris coming towards him and dropped it to the ground.

On one hand he felt cheated of his resources, on the other—a very indiscriminate—hate for the trio shinobi had formed due to their useless running. He shook his head slowly as he flow even higher, his inky cloak flared out around his slender body. His arms were crossed over his chest, a frown pulled his ghostly face into spectral scowl upon hearing Yopparai. “Clones? Well, I gave them their options, they've tossed option one by running,” he said to Yopparai. “I'll find them. When I do, you better make sure they don't escape. That Byakugan bitch owes me some eyes.” He formed the snake hand-seal with a prominent clap and expanded his space to fifty meters.

“Clones are spreading throughout the city,” he mumbled to himself, seeing the chakra constructs near the fringes of his space. However, nearing the edge he sensed the real ones bending, crouching down. The taller figure dipped the shorter, wounded one into a veil beneath his dome. His brows came together in a moment of clarity. “The sewers … or maybe some underground shelter. I'm not sure. He lowered himself to the ground before releasing Kokouken. The dome would seemingly vanish, the blacken shell fading transparent in a second or two.

Tsukiya stood still for a moment. He vaguely took note of a few wondering ninjas that entered his zone, either curious or stupid. Regardless of the facts, it verified his forethought. Kokuoken would draws eyes, one of the reasons he had wanted to make it quick. Despite his frown, a smirk found its way on his lips as he strode pass Yopparai. The two of them would surely draw attention, not that he cared but he would prefer not to kill innocents. It didn't take long for the two to reach his enemies last location, Tsukiya cocked his brow before striding towards a manhole.

Once there he activated Kokuoken again, sensing small animals, insects, and the pair of ninjas that delved inside. They were easy to track even from his spot; the sewers snaked below the town like a maze. Staying constricted, compact. The taller one sprinted through the maze and ultimately got no where in the process. He snapped a hand out towards the fringe of his zone, relying on her position to guide his will. As soon as she touched the manhole, he applied pressure to it, crunching it inward until the possibility of removing it, even with enhanced strength would prove difficult.

“Yopparai, the manhole over there,” he directed him with a nonchalant finger. “Blow it apart. And, if you can, don't lose sight of her again.” He glared down at the ground where the wounded woman was and willed what he had promised. A certain and undeniable death.

“Great Gaea.” he uttered, the power in those words transferred to his technique.

Spikes of jagged earth started to crash through the brick, metal, or whatever substance was around her. She was underground so the spikes had the possibility of skewering her from all directions but up, all that he made sure of was to keep her head intact. She would pay what she owed him.

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G I I C H I

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The large petals of pink flowers were glittered with dew. Even still, Giichi watched his mother, with a face similar to that of a loving nun, lightly glaze them with water. He sat on the expansive wood of the Uzumaki manor, the slide doors of his home was opened and inviting. His father worked out extensively with a thin, thick-branched tree several yards away, his body was drenched with sweat as he performed pull-ups.

Giichi sighed with annoyance. The last year or so had been taxing for him but the two of them were taking it all in stride. They've prepping him recently, getting him ready to lead the clan but it wasn't like he had decided to do that with his life. Not that he would turn them down either way, just the sudden urgency really bothered him. In the middle of his thoughts, a loud but peculiar bell wrung from through the halls. It was faint whisper to his ears but he knew automatically that it was his phone.

Slowly he returned to his room and checked the message. A brow raised at the notice. Had his dad received one too? He rolled the tension in his shoulders away, pleased that he had something to do instead of brooding. After a quick shower, he tossed on a orange shirt with the Uzumaki symbol on his left breast, slid into his flak jacket, and headed out towards the meeting area.

Upon telling his mother and father, they bid him farewell with jovial and loving smiles. On his way there, he bumped into a few old friends from the academy. He had time to spare, so he tucked his hands into his pockets and talked about their missions, his missions, and their predictions on how pretty some of their classmates had become. As usual, someone tacked on that Giichi had gotten stronger than all of them and that his relation to the Seventh Hokage was proving beneficial.

In the shadows of his pocket, Giichi clenched his fist and let his mind wander onto younger shinobi passing by. When he returned moments later, he hastily ended their interaction, claiming that he'd be late for the assembly. On the way there, he ignored the fame image of his ancestor on Hokage Monument. Arriving in a dark blur, Giichi took a step behind Reihana and covered her eyes with his hands.

“Guess who, Rei-chan? If you get it right, I'll pull a flower from my mother's garden for ya.” he said with a obvious chuckle, one that mentally drew the picture of his warm grin. Over the years he had grown fond of her, if not, use to seeing her everyday. It felt natural to be around her for some reason.

The Spirits Within: Stigma

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 year 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 shiny blonde hair that was originally a dark brown. Al's thin eyebrows, decisive light green 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 fifth Zabek (the CEO and face 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 green 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 slacked off, became something of a force to reckon with.

Tropes

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

Memories

Heartache and fear, two ravenous diseases that ran rampant in Alabaster after the attack on Helston. It seemed almost destined to happen and for the longest time he felt the storm brewing, the darkness encroaching. Samuel was the light to his darkness, the sun to his moon. Though never romantic, he saw Samuel in a very intimate manner; for he had been his savior, the person that birthed the idea of having friends in his heart. After his death, Alabaster sunk into his seclusion even further, widening the shadows of mystery around him. He admits that he does not actively seek out the others, however his loyalty to them should be unquestioned. He does lend them a ear whenever necessary.

Relations

Olivia “Olive”
Kind and gentle, outgoing but somberly looking; Alabaster finds her intriguing, alluring even. He senses the connection to Samuel that flows from her and is attracted to that undoubtedly. However, this very fact has prompted him to stray from her the most. His strongest memories of her remains the incessant, yet ultimately welcomed, attempts to spend time with him. Her smile still lingers on the fringes of his mind.

Kade “K”
Kade and Sam's relationship left many unanswered questions for Alabaster. Though she was the closest to him among the females, Al was always confused after interacting with her. He seen admiration in her eyes but knew it was not the same that rested in his own. She, to him at least, was the backbone of the group. She made every decision seem right, even if it was wrong. Her voice whispers promises of paradise in his ears, making her the obvious choice to go to when feeling unsure, doubtful, or weak.

Rui “Rui
Like him, loneliness swam in zher eyes. And like any animal who saw a significant similarity in each other, Al was drawn to Rui. He connected with zher in a way that allowed smiles to come easier and sighs of release frequently. They were both left alone, like disposable luggage. The fact that zhe's found a way to deal with it leads him to seeing zher more often than the others. Like a tike to its elders, he finds comfort in zher; dark side and all.

Elvira “Elvira”
Elvira has always sent Al's brows upwards, whether that be in the way she spoke or the sense of awe she provokes in him. When she speaks, he truly listens. Anything that might sound the least bit interesting usually catches his ear. Even if he can't supply her with interesting conversation later.

Scout “Scout”
Since meeting her, Al has realized that freedom follows her footsteps. When he's with her, he feels like anything and everything is okay; that rules and authority are a injustice. She keeps him feeling young, even though he towers over her by several inches. She plays the big-sister role well, though Alabaster often feels he should be looking after her. If he didn't know her history, he'd actually take the time to spend more time with her. If only to keep her out of trouble.

Aaron “Aaron”
Aaron has, since Samuel's passing, managed to deepen their friendship. The two of them hangout, regardless of how Alabaster is feeling at the moment. He goes out his way to disregard his own wants to satisfy the giant's idealistic sense of life. He has no qualms with defending him or fighting for him, cause he knows without a doubt that they are friends.

Eric “Eric”
Eric's intelligence rivals Elvira's, though Alabaster, for whatever reason is less inclined to listen to him. In fact, at times, he feels the guy is poking and prodding him like some experiment. Though he will not deny that they're friends, Al will usually find one way or another to avoid spending alone time with him.

Weapon

Mordrembane

Mordrembane, named by Alabaster himself, is a serrated katana that wields in battle. Besides it 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

Alabaster is home to two exclusive spirits, though their uniqueness comes from the ability to merge into something greater. They are rather fond of the boy and often manifest to relax with him. Though the instructors seemed pleased at first, they have concluded that they may need to keep an eye on him, for their fusion tends to strain the guardian's psyche.

“Dyvmir”
Effects: Fire, Light, Silence
Description: Dyvmir is holy, flame spirit that sets Alabaster's left arm aflame with glorious light. It operates normally and he gains the added ability to sear with touch, stripping away an opponent's magical offense with holy decrees. Dyvmir is a patient, kind spirit. He manifests himself in the form of exalted male lion.Flames dances upon his mane and a blighted cloak falls down his muscled body.

“Tetune”
Effects: Frost, Darkness, Protect
Description: Tetune is a dark, winter spirit that crystallizes Alabaster's right arm with violet ice. It operates normally, he gains the added ability to freezing with touch, leaving darkness behind with it and (or) creating constructs of protection. Which seems to be a requirement. Tetune is a jealous, temperamental spirit that manifests itself in the form of a white eagle, wings tipped with frost and head adorned with a blacken crown.

“Wyndea”
Effects: Fire, Frost, Darkness, Light, Pain, Meltdown
Description: Wyndea, is in itself, a combination of Tetune and Dyvmir. A white-winged griffin, whose eagle head dances with fiery feathers and lion body is tipped with frosted fur. His wings seemed to be formed from a blighted cloak that's split down the middle. A platinum crown float inches from its head. This spirit induces Tetune's frosty right arm and Dymir's burning right arm on Alabaster, granting him the destructive force of both. When he strikes his foe, an explosion occurs that creates jagged icicles.

Trivia

• Al has a crush on one of the females in his group of friends. Typical that he should, seeing as he's grew up relying on them.
• Al trains daily, despite his loner tendencies. Mostly working on his endurance and core.
• Its been awhile since he's grinned. Ask anyone, he's usually dons a stoic expression.
• He enjoys reading romance novels, books that depict tragic love is his favorites.
• He's ambidextrous.
• Alabaster was named by his adopted mother Theresa. It was inspired by the purity that she saw in finding him.
• The rain never fails in putting him to sleep.