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Rumia Shinrikyo







So much input. Oh boy, was this beer just a godsend to null the pain of having to actually give a darn about most people here. Lil' Hime had at least left an impression of sorts. Whether it was a good one or not was questionable. One could never know with this lass' temper. Though her expression did seem to be more giddy and annoyed.

"Ey' cuz, tryin' to make mah ass itch by stealing mah spotlight?"

A rough giggle with a wide, perverse grin. These words, while somewhat easy to ridicule with the heavy, bumpkin accent, would usually be attributed to individuals on a straight line to a pounding. Yet it appeared as though the fraternity shared between the cousins allowed for privileged jabs between one another, or at least in Rumia's case, allow very subjective things slip by just for Kyoka.

"But ah must say, this here lass su- ..."

And then, a blast of air prompted from what seemed to be one of the more extroverted go-getters from Konoha. This distraction would earn the stink-eye from the Iwa trash. And then followed by a very shameless flipping off as her gaze reverted back toward the ice bimbo. The gesture remained for a solid three more seconds, just to be sure no one missed it. Hime had caught her attention again, with this attempt at a hug, prompting another obnoxiously loud laugh.

"Ay'! Hugs? Now that just dills mah pickles now."

Though as she'd reach around Hime's neck to get one side for her, and Kyoka the other, buzzkill Kurin had to chime in. He got the attention of the others alright, however attention deficit almost defined out delinquent friend. A few words from Mr. Class President were taken in, though he could notice she had been focusing on searching for something in her pockets while her bottle remained in her hand. Not very practical, and it'd take until her entourage fully supported her nefarious habit that she'd suddenly just present the resident Yamato the beer bottle.

"Hold this fer me a sec."

She'd let the bottle drop if Kurin would not actually grab it when presented. If left to shatter on the ground, well, Rumia would not bother to react until her current task was finished. With a free hand, she could whip out what seemed to be a camera! Naruto had a laptop so who cares. Anyway, she was in formation to take a 'selfie' on Hime's right, while Kyoka would be invited to join this 'semi-circle' and do whatever duckface she found seductive. The pose and gestures made this intention clear enough to her cousin at least.

A couples of flashes later, and selfie-time had reached its end. Camera tossed at the direction of Kyoka for her to tinker with it, Rumia would extend her hand back at the general direction of Kurin, expecting her beverage back. If it had crashed down and made a mess, the lass would raise a brow upon peering downwards. If not, he'd be treated to a halfhearted smile with a slightly disinterested look.

"Much obliged, boi."
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Everyone hates the Uchiha, and so should you
Rumia Shinrikyo




Had it not been for her dear cousin, Rumia would be kicking back in her trashy apartment complex with her father's television echoing in the background. The hoarded pile of junk and dysfunctional lifestyle made recognition of any form of mail a rarity within the ginger's household. Good thing Kyoko was a thing. The discovering of such an opportunity had been taken with little to no interest from the peculiar hooligan. It'd only be when reminded of a Jonin's salary that the lass' drive would be kicked into high gear. This would be better than working in the public sector.

The trek to Konohagakure would be almost impromptu on Rumia's part. No warning to her father, though she'd bet on whether he'd notice or not, and leaving her pals to hang for a few days, this specimen was not only reckless in the battlefield. Her whole life was just one big, unassuming adventure.

A few congregated together, but they were all squares. No, she'd be with Kyoko, taking her own path and avoiding any potential conversation with the other attendees of her village. Nothing too anti-social, the delinquent had just enough insight when it came to interaction to deduce that compatibility was a rarity among the other conscripted. Even if they were similar social baskets. That and beer wouldn't have to be shared.

Then came the hidden leaf. A sight Rumia would barely admire. Sight seeing wasn't much to this pseudo-pragmatist. Such a colorful individual simply could not bother to savour the beauty of a new environment, and tell the tale to the more sedentary of her friends. It would be extremely 'gay' anyway. Though there was one thing she was looking for: A pub. Or whatever was the equivalent in the leaf. A place where both tobacco and alcohol could be purchased. Casual alcoholic drinks anyway, she wasn't that down the rabbit hole just yet.

Kyoko was free to do whatever, Rumia just wanted to have a chug before they'd be engaged in this redundant exam. She wouldn't even know what 'redundant' would mean, but it seemed to be repeated a whole lot by one of her neighbors. A few chats with a barman and a couple of purchases later, and our ginger protagonist would finally come to notice the slightly flashy Konoha citizen conspicuously land before the Standium. She had a good view, given the pub was quite the tourist trap for foreigners wanting to get shitfaced while watching a match.

"Goodness, ain't you just the sweetest thang."

Lil' Hime's joy radiated so much that it would even capture the Iwa thug's attention as she'd eventually step into the stadium. The thick accent of a more secluded group of people from the Earth Nation was not restrained by any means. At least they wouldn't have too much trouble keeping up with how she'd stretch certain words. It was followed by a wink at their general direction combined with a shit-eating smirk.

Beer bottle in hand, she'd chug a good hundred centiliters once her presence known. They could all take notice of her casual attire, with only a couples of pouches bound to her mini shorts' belt. Sandals were rather generic, but it'd ber her ski-blue T-shirt with a plain, yellow smiley-face on its center. They'd expose her tattoos on her right arm: A portion of what seemed to be a scaled tail wrapped over her upper arm while her forearm had an unusual set of Kanji, near her wrist. Rather generic, but the writing seemed to be of a dialect, and hard to interpret without actually knowing it.


Most here aren't really all that stronger than you. Unless someone is being deceitful in their CS, it seems to be balanced overall.
Ok. The concealment is largely useless in fights. The character is far too conspicuous and loud in both her personality and fighting style. Even with Mu's nullification technique you'd still be able to find and keep up with Rumia if I'm perfectly honest. I don't enjoy exploits on my characters too much.

I was thinking out of battles, she'd play the role of unlikely infiltrator in some places. The ability is actually nifty when you want to play actual ninja. If that's still not great then okay, standing still it is. It's not really big deal, was mostly going for some silly gimmick.
Did stuff. Mostly done. Might add/remove/edit stuff. Will warn if I do so.

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Hi!

I would like to join this! Pirouette said this was loads of fun. Hope the character's alright.

I'm here, don't worry, health has just gotten shittier.

Anyway, was just expecting Pir to respond to latest issues before I'd finally end this crazy shit.
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