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10 yrs ago
"I feel like I could eat the whole world raw."
10 yrs ago
When one of us goes to war. We all go to war.
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10 yrs ago
Here's a limmerick There once was a team out of Haven with an outlook as black as a raven they were meant to fight BANK but our hearts all but sank WHEN WE HEARD THAT THEY'D RUN HOME AND TURNED CRAVEN
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10 yrs ago
When you realize you gotta make an IC intro post and just '...'
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10 yrs ago
Big things are coming! Stay tuned ~
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Mirai Tensai 未来転載The Young Sage
Right on! Sorry to hear that Kal, feel better.
Will be in the IRC in ten
There we go, got my post up for both my characters, let's get this started!
Senju Clan Compound - Night
Air filled Izumi’s lungs like water into a sinking ship as she awoke from her erratic dreams. She gasped for more air and pushed it out of her keeping a rapid pace as her pale green eyes adjusted to the scenery around her. Torches were lit outside and the angry cries of her clansmen could be heard. She immediately grabbed a vest threw on a pair of pants and stormed out of her tent, hell reflected through her eyes. ”What the hell is going on?” Izumi roared at the gathered crowd, all of whom surrounded two of her clansmen. The embers shone against the leaves that surrounded them, Izumi’s doing it helped keep bandits away when they couldn’t be seen. Two of her clansmen turned to her and quickly moved out of her way; one to her left another to her right. The rest of the clan followed suit as they noticed the others, slowly and one by one the circle opened up revealing one man with a kunai to another’s throat. ”I caught him stealing some food from the wagon, it was plain as day.” The man addressing Izumi lacked charisma, that was assured through his speech patterns but he clearly had the attention of the clan as some muffled concerns swept through the crowd. ”It’s for my mum, she’s been growing ill over the past few months, I’m not sure she’ll make it if I don’t give her some more food and that’s why I’m here.” The younger man said on the other end of a kunai. There was a hint of desperation in his voice, not too noticeable, but just enough to convince the clan what he was saying was true. ”But if that’s the case, someone else will go hungry; someone else will starve in place of your mother!” The older man retorted, this time a few more clansmen mumbled their agreement with the man. ”Let him have the food.” Izumi said walking towards the two men and retrieving the older man’s kunai. ”If you’re worried about the clan going hungry, go hunt.” Izumi said cocking her head to the side to meet the older man’s eyes with her own, fire blazing in her gaze. ”And you, you will be joining me in the hunting party regardless of your own will tomorrow, do I make myself clear?” Izumi threatened throwing the kunai beside her own foot lodging it into the ground. Both men nodded their heads, swallowing their pride and the rest of the clan began returning to their tents when a woman’s scream could be heard. ”This is going to be a long night…” Izumi sighed.
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Uchiha Clan Compound - Night
”Again Yuen.” Her mother ordered. Yuen’s heart was pounding in her ears and she could feel sweat moving down her rapidly expanding and compressing chest. She reached to her side and withdrew two shuriken and a kunai, each with some metal string attached to them. She inhaled deeply before beginning her assault. She opened her eyes, the Sharingan whirling as it obtained its target. Yuen launched a shuriken and kunai to the right and left of her mother who did not even blink. As Yuen threw her second shuriken she pulled on the kunai’s cord propelling the second shuriken faster than ever but it was deflected by her mother. ”Your form is weak, pitiful for a woman your age.” Her mother lectured, untangling the kunai and shuriken from the trees they were latched onto and handing them back to her daughter. ”You’re done for today, go see if you can’t figure out what’s going on.” She spat with a disgusted tone ringing clearly through her voice. Yuen just nodded, placing her tools back in her pouch. There was some kind of commotion, the scale of which wasn’t clear until Yuen rounded the bend. There she realized it was a full blown battle, or at least, had been. Hato, a boy a few years older than herself recognized as a prodigal child amongst Uchiha standards, which said a lot. He held a high ranking amongst the Uchiha clan and many people respected him. Yuen glanced around, missing some of the words Hato was saying, something about stopping this nonsense. Everyone in the crowd seemed enraged but there were two men who looked to be the center of the argument, Avin and Kyomu. Yuen glanced towards the rest of the group and she could see what looked to be a secondary argument starting to Hato’s left. Before she kenw what she was doing she found her feet carrying herself forward. ”Are you not all members of this clan? Have you forgone your brotherhood to each and every member? This fight ends. Now.” Yuen decreed, seemingly channeling a portion of her mother’s attitude. The two men who had been starting the secondary argument quieted down and nodded, Yuen glanced over to Hato’s area. ”What started this?” She asked.
Where is everyone's IC post. I need another Uchiha to interact with :)
I plan on having my Uchiha interact with yours tomorrow~~
Yuen Uchiha 優婉族The Elegant Uchiha
Izumi SenjuThe Little Commander
Theme:Vector to the Heavens.
Name: Ella Godiva Age: 16 Nationality: English Personality: Ella is kind-hearted and intelligent, but shy and anxious. These traits translate into her actions as a magical girl just as much as they do into her everyday life. She spends all day locked up in her room drawing what she seems out the windows. Her parents have attempted a multitude of ideas in an attempt to get Ella to be like other girls her age and socialize, but she only familiarizes herself with a fresh canvas each day, nothing more. Ella wasn’t really bullied by her peers, they would greet her kindly and she them, but never anything else. Just a simple wave, maybe a smile, and then a mutual goodbye. This situation defines the majority of Ella’s relationships with her peers and she doesn’t truly want for a deeper connection with another person. There is, however a side of Ella that wonders if it could be because she cannot want that which she never had. As a magical girl Ella is precise and efficient accomplishing tasks as quickly as possible with as few risks as possible, sneak attacks being her preferred method of striking. Biography: Ella Godiva, the girl with two first names. A girl who was expected to live two lives. She was the child of a Mr. and Mrs. Blythe. The Blythe’s gave Ella the surname Godiva for its meaning, god’s gift. For, The Blythe’s were told many a time that they would not bear a child and yet Ella came to them, a beautiful baby girl. Ella grew up being taught everything she knows by her mother, an artist in her heart. She taught Ella how to play the violin and how to paint. While her father wanted Ella to learn much more rudimentary skills and practices like maintaining the bakery he operated for upkeep, she was much more accustomed to the fine string of a violin than the sweltering heat of a baker’s oven. Growing up, Ella performed for hundreds of people during her recitals and she would constantly show off her art work. Many called the young girl a prodigy. But it would be her father’s lack of respect towards the arts that made Ella so happy that would send their family down a darker path. Ella was playing violin one eve. It was Mozart’s Sonata in E minor. When she played, she attempted to take in everything around her, the sounds, smells and sights, everything her senses could grab hold of. That’s why she heard the heavy footsteps pounding up each step, one after the other. They were their own symphony a march heavy in bass. Finally the steps reached her door and with an old tired creak the door widened revealing Ella’s father, an empty bottle in his hand. Before Ella knew, there was a shriek, Ella was on the ground, her violin broke and her hands had a searing pain. Her father left the room and Ella attempted to pick up the violin, but her fingers wouldn’t bend. That is all Ella can remember of the night her father broke her fingers, the last night Ella would play the violin. A few years later Ella and her mother moved away from her father, he was put in a home of sorts. She continued to practice art, though she lacked the fine-tuned control to play an instrument, the indiscriminate swirls her fingers would lead her turned into something beautiful. As if the tragedy truly had purpose had something beautiful about it. One night, while Ella was walking home she noticed a man crying on the side of the road. Usually, Ella is not own to approach people, let alone those who were older or larger than her. But this time it somehow felt important, somehow it mattered to her. She approached the man and called out to him and just like that his crying stopped but he did not glance upwards. She took another step forward, investigating the strange, sad man. Her father looked up at her with a horrible, drunken glare. Ella immediately took two steps backwards, ready to run but she tripped on the curb and as the sky retreated from her and the pavement came up to kiss her skull, she passed out. When she awoke a girl was standing over her, her father was nowhere to be seen. On that day, she became a magical girl. Experience Level: Magical Girl (First Act) Skills: Artist: Ella can read much deeper into actions, sentences and even sounds. Having a large amount of experience in the field of impressionism and hidden meanings in artwork, she is not easily lied to or deceived. Imaginative: Ella is quite capable of coming up with multiple scenarios and accurately predicting multiple outcomes on the fly. Quiet: Ella is not easily noticed, at least audibly. She isn’t invisible, but you’re not likely to hear her. Playing By Ear: Ella can pick things up and commit them to memory very easily and quickly, in a fight this translates to her being able to predict an opponent easier the longer the fight lasts. Fencing: Ella learn to fence growing up, showing quite a bit of proficiency with a rapier, but none with heavier weapons like a broadsword. Bi-Sexual: Ella is Kawaii on the streets and Senpai in the sheets. Magical Power: (First Act) Sketchpad: Ella utilizes a sketch pad as a base for all of her abilities. Using her drawings to alter reality by creating things by drawing them, the more complex the drawing the longer it will take for her to create it. For example a simple, crude rapier can be created in a few moments. But a cage to contain something could take longer. The more complicated an object is to draw, the more powerful said item will be. Further more, objects with complicated internal designs, a gun for example cannot be drawn during the heat of battle. Outside battle much more complicated objects can be drawn. (First Act) Watercolor: Ella uses her watercolor paint to smudge the space in her general vicinity. By doing this she can shield herself and others, transport smaller objects and even manipulate things already present. The catch to this, however, is that first she must paint a rude sketch of the scene to be able to manipulate it. Due to this, the start-up time for this power is at least thirty seconds.
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