༺ Honō Hokori༻ [ "A shinobi who succumbs to their nature is a shinobi lesser than I." ]
༇ So it was witnessed...
Honō shed himself of his simple work garments and bathed, suds working out the soot and smell of the forge with simple soaps and hands used to the effort. The silver-haired genin had to regard his wardrobe, wanting to get used to wearing N'rillian and its glass sheath. For pants, hakama were basically all he owned, and all of them black. With it Honō decided for something more... comforting. A thick, fleece jumper, dradiating from purple to black. Picking up the sheath, Honō holstered it on his right hip, only to pause, regard how, while comfortable, it wasn't really good to draw from. So he moved it to his left hip, only to find himself worry about it hitting people as he turned to walk. Honō hummed, a worried expression on his face, before finally just holstering it on his back, the patterned glass resting between his shoulder blades.
Leaving the workshop, Honō gave a few words farewell to his relatives and a hug goodbye to his mother, adjusting the sheath on his back all the while, not used to the weight. Damp hair hang barely any different to normal, and the embossed pattern on the glass sheath casted its own shadows from the fading sunlight.
༔ A Natural's Touch ། Hari Clan ། Black Glass Mentality ༔
Chakra:210/210 Stamina:210/210
៚ Other
CanoodlingFlibbertyJibbit
Royal Burrito
Candies: 056 + 005 [924 words] = 61
༒ Aspects
Strengths :
• Evironmental Lens: Is able to accurately estimate the weaknesses and viable exploits in the surrounding environment. Be it the stabilising pebble at the base of the wall, or the angle needed to fell a tree where needed.
• Soldering Teammate: Honō will support his teammates by means of supplying weapons, tripping up the opponent, or manipulating the environment to his allies' advantage. Honō will watch his teammate(s) to get familiar with their tells, thus becoming more and more accurate in reading their intentions.
• Sleek Steps: Due to his training in the Hari clan, Honō has no difficulty traversing slippery surfaces, even over uneven terrain.
• Latticino Hands Honō's work has gained him steady hands and the ability to perform minute, detailed work. Finicky work, such as the setting up even the most intricate traps, holds less trouble for him.
Weaknesses :
• Cracks: Honō was never trained for proper combat, and as such has a tendency to flee instead of fight, especially when out numbered. When hit with an attack, his urge to flee only increases.
• Jewelled: Honō's choice in clothing marks him out from other shinobi; restricting his movements slightly and hindering most chances at stealth.
• Fragility: Trained in his work instead of his responsibilities as a shinobi, Honō lacks the strength most individuals garner from their everyday training.
Fears :
• Broken Shards: Knowing he isn't the most skilled shinobi in the village, Honō fears his teammates will leave him behind if he fails to meet their expectations.
• Shattered: Honō was never the strongest, or masculine, individual in Kumo. He fears this makes him a target of assault; verbal or physical. Whenever he leaves the workshop he is constantly anxious and alert of his surroundings, misreading the words and reactions of the people around him to negatively apply to him.
Class Disciplines :
• Legendary Smith The user is able to gain a 5th title rank from every applicable smithing tree. 'Training' for Legendary takes 10 posts of crafting work, provides an additional 1 post off of crafting times, and gives a Grandmaster NPC (of the same area) for usage. In addition, any item solo crafted (without an npc helper) is non-reproducible by non-Legendary titled smiths.
• Balanced Master Any jutsu learned can be paid for with either chakra, stamina, or a mix of the two. Any further chakra types are also subject to this. Recovery amounts for chakra and stamina are doubled while working, and working counts as relaxing.
• Lifetime Disciple This discipline is for those wishing to gain from a lifetime master, never to be one themselves until their master is deceased. Gaining knowledge from over the course of their studies, the disciple will receive twice the benefits from each of their master's smithing trees (up to their completed titles), while in the living presence of them. After their master's death, they will successfully pass on a permanent, one-quarter of the benefit to their own Lifetime Disciple, if any. (round up to the nearest applicable number, as designated in the smithing thread)
Reductions :
• Glassblowing : One [ 01 ] out of every four [ 04 ] posts reduction for jobs • Woodworking : One [ 01 ] out of every four [ 04 ] posts reduction for jobs
Personal Attributes :
• A Natural's Touch: After long study and a certain knack at birth, Honō has what many people call a "natural talent" for creation of glass objects. Because of this, every third creation is exceptionally superb, granting a 50% increase to profits made from that item.
• Black Glass Mentality: Honō's years of training with Katon [ Fire ] jutsu and glassmaking and mainpulation jutsu has helped him learn a deeper understanding of volcanic glass. As such, his experiments with enchanting any volcanic glass with Gellal has been cut by half.
• Uncanny Aim: Preferring to create and maintain distance between himself and the enemy, Honō has spent a considerable amount of time crafting range weapons, especially throwing weapons. From this he finds himself creating double the expected number every second attempt without the extra cost of material or time.
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Home, sweet home. Kind of. Soraru was still irked by the whole roommate thing, but some small part of him hoped that he made a good enough impression on the kage to be promoted to Chuunin soon. If his information was correct, ranks over Genin were permitted to their own living areas, something he felt that he desperately needed. Soraru walked up the steps leading to the second floor of the apartment complex, remembering quite easily where his own was. He took out the key that he received the first time he came across the place and unlocked the door, making his way in to the dark living area. Well, dark until a light switch was flicked. As he got to work on removing his blades from his obi so that he could place them by the door, he wondered if he should actually part with some of his time in doing missions.....and ultimately decided against it. Secret laziness bubbling up to the surface once more, he found himself doing well enough for himself with general tasks alone, so doing some missions on the side seemed a little useless. He wanted to get some medical knowledge in the event that he was ever sent out the village with others on a long mission, along with some information on wild plants for the same reason. Aside from that, he found no reason to go around for medial tasks like pulling weeds, sweeping floors, or returning lost animals. It may have sounded a little smug, but it really was a waste of his talents.
Once he was inside his bedroom, he closed the door behind him and removed his clothing on the way to the bathroom, making sure to throw it into the nearby hamper. Once he got in, he started up the shower, and that was that.
When he walked out the door, he was dressed differently, with his hair tied back in a semi wild manner. On his person was a white kimono made of a soft, yet quite durable material, making it hard to tear from things like wind speeds or debris. Holding said kimono was a black obi, and beneath that were a pair of black harem pants, wrapped at the shins to keep from making too much slack. Of course, below that, were stray sandals and white tabi. Draped over his shoulders, atop the kimono, was a simple cloth haori colored black with red details across it. It came with a metal clasp to keep it more firmly on his person, but he settled for simply keeping his right arm through the sleeve and down while his left hand remained uncovered, resting atop the hilt of his Reito Kumo. Another small thing to note were the dark bracelets and necklace he wore, made of another soft material, in the pattern of diamonds. Fully set up with a pouch of ryo hanging from his obi as well, he made his way down the steps and towards the black dragon, a small yawn escaping him. Seemed the medical jutsu was starting to wear off after all the time that passed, and the training he did probably didn't assist in how hard he was going to end up crashing. Not wanting to put his body through much more, and because he was lazy, he decided to keep to a slow stride, eyes keeping a somewhat upwards gaze at the clouds of Kumogakure.
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༺ Honō Hokori༻ [ "A shinobi who succumbs to their nature is a shinobi lesser than I." ]
༇ So it was witnessed...
Honō green eyes were peering over a fleece-clad shoulder, some exhaustion showing through the dull, distance stare as calloused hands worked on fiddling with the strap keeping N'rillian strapped to his body. Gone were the usual glass ornaments the Hari clan member was previously adorned with, exchanged for warmer attire to keep away the dusk-born chill. The genin had barely left the vacinty of his family's forge and still he remained self-conscious of the blade. He was used to carrying around the smaller, more traditional shape of a tanto, concealed on his hip, under the folds of his hakama. But this blade, this gift from Wanryoku, with its bone hilt and wicked curve and razor teeth, it was entirely different, and Honō could feel it as keenly as a blaring sign on his back. Every person he passed on his way to the Blue Dragon must immediately recognise how very much not familiar Honō was with it. And no matter how much the tall boy attempted to discreetly fiddle with the strap, it never felt like it was sitting right on his person. He would unstrap it to holster it somewhere else, but felt that would only bring more attention to his unfamiliar actions towards the blade.
A hunting knife, Wanryoku had called it. It certainly wasn't as thin in the blade as the daggers Honō was familiar with. Were hunting knives meant to be so thick and heavy? Wording. And Honō wasn't familiar with anyone in the family who might be able to help teach him, either... green eyes caught a flash of white, dragging his attention away from the judgement he caught in every pair of eyes and face turned his way, and into a state of recognition; Soraru! Honō quickly judged the movements of the crowd and easily transversed the stream of pedestrians to be closer to his teammate, not wanting to call out and disturb anyone else around them. Soraru had changed clothes since Honō had last seen the genin, wearing a contrast of colours that really suited him, as well as seperating him from blending into the crowd. And there was Honō, feeling underdressed in his warm house clothes. However, in looking back on his life, most of his wardrobe could be considered 'house clothes' for how little he ventured from the family home cross forge. It was only when the silver-haired male was a few steps behind the more experienced genin did Honō speak up.
"Soraru?" He inquired, voice lowered to a polite level. Depite having seen Soraru's features, there was a large maw of doubt chewing at the back of his heels. Honō's face lit up in a relieved smile when he found himself correct. The thought of calling out to a stranger, to put them in such an awkward position, all because Honō couldn't be better in recognising someone... "Apologies." He greeted. "Were you on your way to the Blue Dragon?" The Hari clan member bowed his head to the sword user once close enough not to have to speak around anyone. Was that rude? Oh, he hoped he wasn't being rude! "Oh!" A hand littered with tiny flecks of neat cuts rose, pressing calloused tips to pale lips. Green eyes flashed, pushing away the work weariness he had accumulated from the past few hours. "I didn't congratulate you on your spar with Raikage Kaileer! You were so impressive, Soraru." Honō spoke, voice whimsical in his admiration. "I hope to be of use to you, in your next battle." He bowed his head. Truly, during the time he had spent watching, Honō could only describe himself in being in awe. Both men were so elegent and comfortable in their movements - how could Honō not recognise and and be in admiration?
༔ A Natural's Touch ། Hari Clan ། Black Glass Mentality ༔
Chakra:210/210 Stamina:210/210
៚ Other
CanoodlingFlibbertyJibbit
Royal Burrito
Candies: 061 + 003 [629 words] = 0064
Royal Oatmeal
༒ Aspects
Strengths :
• Evironmental Lens: Is able to accurately estimate the weaknesses and viable exploits in the surrounding environment. Be it the stabilising pebble at the base of the wall, or the angle needed to fell a tree where needed.
• Soldering Teammate: Honō will support his teammates by means of supplying weapons, tripping up the opponent, or manipulating the environment to his allies' advantage. Honō will watch his teammate(s) to get familiar with their tells, thus becoming more and more accurate in reading their intentions.
• Sleek Steps: Due to his training in the Hari clan, Honō has no difficulty traversing slippery surfaces, even over uneven terrain.
• Latticino Hands Honō's work has gained him steady hands and the ability to perform minute, detailed work. Finicky work, such as the setting up even the most intricate traps, holds less trouble for him.
Weaknesses :
• Cracks: Honō was never trained for proper combat, and as such has a tendency to flee instead of fight, especially when out numbered. When hit with an attack, his urge to flee only increases.
• Jewelled: Honō's choice in clothing marks him out from other shinobi; restricting his movements slightly and hindering most chances at stealth.
• Fragility: Trained in his work instead of his responsibilities as a shinobi, Honō lacks the strength most individuals garner from their everyday training.
Fears :
• Broken Shards: Knowing he isn't the most skilled shinobi in the village, Honō fears his teammates will leave him behind if he fails to meet their expectations.
• Shattered: Honō was never the strongest, or masculine, individual in Kumo. He fears this makes him a target of assault; verbal or physical. Whenever he leaves the workshop he is constantly anxious and alert of his surroundings, misreading the words and reactions of the people around him to negatively apply to him.
Class Disciplines :
• Legendary Smith The user is able to gain a 5th title rank from every applicable smithing tree. 'Training' for Legendary takes 10 posts of crafting work, provides an additional 1 post off of crafting times, and gives a Grandmaster NPC (of the same area) for usage. In addition, any item solo crafted (without an npc helper) is non-reproducible by non-Legendary titled smiths.
• Balanced Master Any jutsu learned can be paid for with either chakra, stamina, or a mix of the two. Any further chakra types are also subject to this. Recovery amounts for chakra and stamina are doubled while working, and working counts as relaxing.
• Lifetime Disciple This discipline is for those wishing to gain from a lifetime master, never to be one themselves until their master is deceased. Gaining knowledge from over the course of their studies, the disciple will receive twice the benefits from each of their master's smithing trees (up to their completed titles), while in the living presence of them. After their master's death, they will successfully pass on a permanent, one-quarter of the benefit to their own Lifetime Disciple, if any. (round up to the nearest applicable number, as designated in the smithing thread)
Reductions :
• Glassblowing : Two [ 02 ], out of every four [ 04 ] posts, reduction for jobs • Woodworking : One [ 01 ], out of every four [ 04 ], posts reduction for jobs
Personal Attributes :
• A Natural's Touch: After long study and a certain knack at birth, Honō has what many people call a "natural talent" for creation of glass objects. Because of this, every third creation is exceptionally superb, granting a 50% increase to profits made from that item.
• Black Glass Mentality: Honō's years of training with Katon [ Fire ] jutsu and glassmaking and mainpulation jutsu has helped him learn a deeper understanding of volcanic glass. As such, his experiments with enchanting any volcanic glass with Gellal has been cut by half.
• Uncanny Aim: Preferring to create and maintain distance between himself and the enemy, Honō has spent a considerable amount of time crafting range weapons, especially throwing weapons. From this he finds himself creating double the expected number every second attempt without the extra cost of material or time.
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Soraru let out a soft sigh, looking around and past the people to the mountainous surroundings of Kumogakure, the skyscraper of a hospital, and the large, multiple story tea shop. All in the distance from his current location. The place, every time he took it in, was quite nice. Similar and opposite to his home at the same time. Tsukihara Hana was inside one of the gaping maws of the Three Wolves mountains. The lights which contrasted with the billowing snow and gray skies made it quite the beautiful plays. As always, like an immersion in some kind of fantasy world when reading an interesting book, Soraru found his entire mind and perspective focuses on that place. As if the buildings in Kumogakure were replaced with feudal temples and as if he could still see the larger temple where he lived with the elite samurai. Paper lanterns which lit the normally dim walkways, festivities, the scents and sounds of a buzzing market, peddling goods from all over the world. Kumo, in comparison, was brighter but more silent, something he could appreciate. What he really enjoyed though where the nights, where the clouds glowed with illumination from the moon and the stars, and spotting said things through the holes in the sky could lead to a gorgeous atmosphere. Midday wasn't the prettiest sight in the world, with the clouds shining through a dim gold, but it contained the promise of something more.
Sora's cloud watching was only interrupted when he heard someone speak his name, the familiar, polite voice painting an image in his mind before he even turned his head. Stopping his slow strike, he turned to find that he was indeed correct in his assumption, blinking his eyes as he gave a quick examination of his teammate. Seemed he did away with the complex clothing for a simple jumper, with the hakama still present. All black wasn't a bad mix with silvery hair and green eyes. Although said jumper did make him experience a small chill, knowing that it'd get cold at night with winter approaching as well. It wasn't any bother though, considering he was quite used to the cold from his origins, and the heat from the forge would handle things quite nicely. In his examination, he also noticed that the boy had a glass handle poking over his shoulder. Hono asked if they were heading in the same direction, then finished in a bow, further prodding Soraru's curiosity. I wonder if that's customary around here, the whole bowing thing. Maybe I just didn't notice it before? I don't usually go around talking to people in this village other than when it's being attacked by ice monsters apparently, so who knows? Either way, with experience in people bowing to him but not returning the favor due to his lineage, he knew he wouldn't get used to such a greeting any time soon....so he offered not to partake in it. Bowing had to be bad for the back, right? Right...
Before speaking, he was cut off by an exclamation from the boy, who pressed his fingers to his lips, leaving Soraru to continue his examination through looking at the cuts on his hands. Not too surprising, considering his craft. Soraru even had his fair share of scars, just not typically on the hands, moreso the forearms, shoulders, and the rest of his torso. Nothing major or even very visible except for the intersecting ones on his midsection. The other boy ended up congratulating him on his spar with Kaileer, even if he didn't win the first round. Still, brought a small smile to his lips, since he wasn't one to be disrespectful and turn down praise. The fact that it wasn't some complete stomp was enough to be proud of, but he was sure that the next time he'd be a lot more of a force. Both of them would. "First things first." He said in a soft tone, although his movement wasn't exactly kind. While Hono was bowed over, Soraru moved his hand forwards and simply pulled on the hilt of the weapon to draw it from its holster, pulling it back and stepping away so it was out of the other boys reach. "That is a very, very bad place to put your weapon, Hokori-san. For a smaller one like this, at least. Greatswords and nodachi, or other large weapons are fine like that, but for this? Nuh-uh." He scolded the boy a bit playfully, a smirk on his lips while blue eyes examined the weapon. Definitely a knife for hunting, if the jagged back edge and strangely curved tip said anything, although it would work more than well enough against human enemies too. "Back at Tsukihara Hana, I used to carry my wakizashi like that when I started off because it looked cool. One day, my mentor decided to sneak up on me without me noticing, pluck the blade out, and leave. It took me a week to find it at the peak of the mountain we trained on. I'm not a jerk like him though." He flipped the blade in his hands, catching it at the jagged edge carefully around the center, pointing the hilt at Hokori for him to take.
When his teammate actually took the blade, Soraru turned to his side and showed off the proper way he should carry it, making sure to guide with his hand as he spoke. "You either want to have it on your lower back horizontally so that you can spin and counter a grab for it, or leave it impossible for them to get it unless they're beside you for more than a second. Or, keep it at your...left hip, I'm guessing, if you're right handed. See how I'm carrying mine? If you need to move it out the way or anything, you can just push forward or back on the hilt and the rest of the scabbard will go the opposite way."
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Soraru, figuring that he needed to hurry and deliver his request for a custom enhancement to his weapon before it got any darker, decided to make his own way ahead. Of course, if Hono were to follow along, a walk-and-talk session would be something the young samurai opposed.
༺ Honō Hokori༻ [ "A supplement to all others, yet weak on its own." ]
༇ So it was witnessed...
Honō was a mix of nervous jitters and anxious stillness, grateful that his teammate was taking the time and consideration to help such an obvious newcomer to handling weapons and not wanting to dissuade the continued explanation and showcase - all while fighting off the regret that Honō had caused a need for Soraru to take that time on him in the first place. Despite his stumbling, Honō still thanked Soraru with a grateful tone and clear ennunciation, all while nimble fingles fumbled with the ties to move it to a position Honō hadn't even thought of, but was suggested by the sword user - his lower back. Without even thinking about it, Honō silently followed Soraru down the street, head bowed and green eyes inspecting the ties and he fiddled with the tightness and position of the sheath's strap around his waist...
[ exit to : Blue Dragon ]
༔ A Natural's Touch ། Hari Clan ། Black Glass Mentality ༔
Chakra:240/240 Stamina:240/240
៚ Other
CanoodlingFlibbertyJibbit
Candies: 066 + 10 = 76
Royal Oatmeal
༒ Aspects
Strengths :
• Evironmental Lens: Is able to accurately estimate the weaknesses and viable exploits in the surrounding environment. Be it the stabilising pebble at the base of the wall, or the angle needed to fell a tree where needed.
• Soldering Teammate: Honō will support his teammates by means of supplying weapons, tripping up the opponent, or manipulating the environment to his allies' advantage. Honō will watch his teammate(s) to get familiar with their tells, thus becoming more and more accurate in reading their intentions.
• Sleek Steps: Due to his training in the Hari clan, Honō has no difficulty traversing slippery surfaces, even over uneven terrain.
• Latticino Hands Honō's work has gained him steady hands and the ability to perform minute, detailed work. Finicky work, such as the setting up even the most intricate traps, holds less trouble for him.
Weaknesses :
• Cracks: Honō was never trained for proper combat, and as such has a tendency to flee instead of fight, especially when out numbered. When hit with an attack, his urge to flee only increases.
• Jewelled: Honō's choice in clothing marks him out from other shinobi; restricting his movements slightly and hindering most chances at stealth.
• Fragility: Trained in his work instead of his responsibilities as a shinobi, Honō lacks the strength most individuals garner from their everyday training.
Fears :
• Broken Shards: Knowing he isn't the most skilled shinobi in the village, Honō fears his teammates will leave him behind if he fails to meet their expectations.
• Shattered: Honō was never the strongest, or masculine, individual in Kumo. He fears this makes him a target of assault; verbal or physical. Whenever he leaves the workshop he is constantly anxious and alert of his surroundings, misreading the words and reactions of the people around him to negatively apply to him.
Class Disciplines :
• Legendary Smith The user is able to gain a 5th title rank from every applicable smithing tree. 'Training' for Legendary takes 10 posts of crafting work, provides an additional 1 post off of crafting times, and gives a Grandmaster NPC (of the same area) for usage. In addition, any item solo crafted (without an npc helper) is non-reproducible by non-Legendary titled smiths.
• Balanced Master Any jutsu learned can be paid for with either chakra, stamina, or a mix of the two. Any further chakra types are also subject to this. Recovery amounts for chakra and stamina are doubled while working, and working counts as relaxing.
• Lifetime Disciple This discipline is for those wishing to gain from a lifetime master, never to be one themselves until their master is deceased. Gaining knowledge from over the course of their studies, the disciple will receive twice the benefits from each of their master's smithing trees (up to their completed titles), while in the living presence of them. After their master's death, they will successfully pass on a permanent, one-quarter of the benefit to their own Lifetime Disciple, if any. (round up to the nearest applicable number, as designated in the smithing thread)
Reductions :
• Glassblowing : Two [ 02 ], out of every four [ 04 ] posts, reduction for jobs • Woodworking : One [ 01 ], out of every four [ 04 ], posts reduction for jobs
Personal Attributes :
• A Natural's Touch: After long study and a certain knack at birth, Honō has what many people call a "natural talent" for creation of glass objects. Because of this, every third creation is exceptionally superb, granting a 50% increase to profits made from that item.
• Black Glass Mentality: Honō's years of training with Katon [ Fire ] jutsu and glassmaking and mainpulation jutsu has helped him learn a deeper understanding of volcanic glass. As such, his experiments with enchanting any volcanic glass with Gellal has been cut by half.
• Uncanny Aim: Preferring to create and maintain distance between himself and the enemy, Honō has spent a considerable amount of time crafting range weapons, especially throwing weapons. From this he finds himself creating double the expected number every second attempt without the extra cost of material or time.
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༺ Honō Hokori༻ [ "A supplement to all others, yet weak on its own." ]
༇ So it was witnessed...
Honō had returned home with a bundle gently craddled in his arms. Upon his arrival, he deposited the wrapped package on his bed and... he sat down. Hands shaking, breathing laboured, Honō closed his eyes and leaned against the side of his bed, trying to calm himself down. He had to get up, get changed, get geared up, inform his family... inform his family he had been given his first mission...
[ entry from : blue dragon ]
༔ A Natural's Touch ། Hari Clan ། Black Glass Mentality ༔
Chakra:240/240 Stamina:240/240
៚ Other
CanoodlingFlibbertyJibbit
Royal Oatmeal
AD Reaper Elyse
༒ Aspects
Strengths :
• Evironmental Lens: Is able to accurately estimate the weaknesses and viable exploits in the surrounding environment. Be it the stabilising pebble at the base of the wall, or the angle needed to fell a tree where needed.
• Soldering Teammate: Honō will support his teammates by means of supplying weapons, tripping up the opponent, or manipulating the environment to his allies' advantage. Honō will watch his teammate(s) to get familiar with their tells, thus becoming more and more accurate in reading their intentions.
• Sleek Steps: Due to his training in the Hari clan, Honō has no difficulty traversing slippery surfaces, even over uneven terrain.
• Latticino Hands Honō's work has gained him steady hands and the ability to perform minute, detailed work. Finicky work, such as the setting up even the most intricate traps, holds less trouble for him.
Weaknesses :
• Cracks: Honō was never trained for proper combat, and as such has a tendency to flee instead of fight, especially when out numbered. When hit with an attack, his urge to flee only increases.
• Jewelled: Honō's choice in clothing marks him out from other shinobi; restricting his movements slightly and hindering most chances at stealth.
• Fragility: Trained in his work instead of his responsibilities as a shinobi, Honō lacks the strength most individuals garner from their everyday training.
Fears :
• Broken Shards: Knowing he isn't the most skilled shinobi in the village, Honō fears his teammates will leave him behind if he fails to meet their expectations.
• Shattered: Honō was never the strongest, or masculine, individual in Kumo. He fears this makes him a target of assault; verbal or physical. Whenever he leaves the workshop he is constantly anxious and alert of his surroundings, misreading the words and reactions of the people around him to negatively apply to him.
Class Disciplines :
• Legendary Smith The user is able to gain a 5th title rank from every applicable smithing tree. 'Training' for Legendary takes 10 posts of crafting work, provides an additional 1 post off of crafting times, and gives a Grandmaster NPC (of the same area) for usage. In addition, any item solo crafted (without an npc helper) is non-reproducible by non-Legendary titled smiths.
• Balanced Master Any jutsu learned can be paid for with either chakra, stamina, or a mix of the two. Any further chakra types are also subject to this. Recovery amounts for chakra and stamina are doubled while working, and working counts as relaxing.
• Lifetime Disciple This discipline is for those wishing to gain from a lifetime master, never to be one themselves until their master is deceased. Gaining knowledge from over the course of their studies, the disciple will receive twice the benefits from each of their master's smithing trees (up to their completed titles), while in the living presence of them. After their master's death, they will successfully pass on a permanent, one-quarter of the benefit to their own Lifetime Disciple, if any. (round up to the nearest applicable number, as designated in the smithing thread)
Reductions :
• Glassblowing : Two [ 02 ], out of every four [ 04 ] posts, reduction for jobs • Woodworking : One [ 01 ], out of every four [ 04 ], posts reduction for jobs
Personal Attributes :
• A Natural's Touch: After long study and a certain knack at birth, Honō has what many people call a "natural talent" for creation of glass objects. Because of this, every third creation is exceptionally superb, granting a 50% increase to profits made from that item.
• Black Glass Mentality: Honō's years of training with Katon [ Fire ] jutsu and glassmaking and mainpulation jutsu has helped him learn a deeper understanding of volcanic glass. As such, his experiments with enchanting any volcanic glass with Gellal has been cut by half.
• Uncanny Aim: Preferring to create and maintain distance between himself and the enemy, Honō has spent a considerable amount of time crafting range weapons, especially throwing weapons. From this he finds himself creating double the expected number every second attempt without the extra cost of material or time.
Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2016 11:44 pm
Miko Tengoku || Kumogakure | Genin [C-rank] || Class :: Puppeteer/ Sensor || Chakra :: 675/675 || Stamina :: 240/240
✰ Making it home to her shared apartment Miko would look around carefully to see if her famous roommate made it home, and when the cost was clear she'd hurry along to her room. Sighing in relief she'd sort herself out for resting for the night and in her night time cloths Miko woudl spend some time setting up her gear for the trip as well as a sleeping back and a flint for simply fire making as well as working out her dried rations. In a proper pack on her back she'd set it by the door before going to rest after checking the quality of her kaifu seals and other equipment set with in ten times over making sure they were all cleaned. Waking up the next day as son as the day was breaking and the sun was on the horizon behind a haze of mountain mist Miko would get dressed and ready to leave, but made plans to pass by the Dojo and academy library before heading towards the gates since she'd found that she'd need some more training an study in short order for this mission. Scne she wasn't quite aware of everything she might need Miko made sure to try and get this out of the way before the time she'd figured her team would make it to the gates.
[Exit to Academy and Dojo]
Appearance
(( Miko's appearance has been softened a bit by a more colorful arrangement of clothing and certain portions of her hair being dyed green to give it some contrasting color to her favorite hue "Indian Red" Thick leggings, and boots with hight sock peeking over thing wrapped and bound with holsters for knives strapped to her. Matching the color of her signature red shawl/scarf she still wears like a hood over her head and hat. A baggy U-neck sweater had replaced her usual short cut robbed vest she used to wear and yet still shows the same level of room for her to bundle up her hands into her sleeves with ease. A black feather lined black skirt holding a number of bobbles looped through color strings are attacked to a thin studded belt at her waist. Wool finger-less sleeve length gloves are used to keep hidden a number of seals on along her arms. Her another bag with a poison apple symbol was added as an extra means to carry items she might pick up other than those in her mainly used Baroque designed waist strapped back on her back. ))
OOC:: (( ))
￥ Ryo: 4,344 - 1,780 = [2,564] | ￥ AC: 4,300
Passives/Attributes: • Bukijutsu ( Formless bow bonus -1 post) [-1 (E-D-rank), -2 (C-B rank) Dojo] • Learn Ninjutsu one [2] post faster. [-1 (E-D-rank), -2 (C-B rank) Academy] • Learn Genjutsu one [2] post faster [-1 (E-D-rank), -2 (C-B rank) Academy] • Learns Kugutsu one [2] post faster. [-1 (E-D-rank), -2 (C-B rank) Academy] • Completes Smiting Jobs one [1] post faster. [- Academy] • 13 Potential Hazard Resistances
• Twin Signs: Can perform Hand-Signs with one hand even holding a weapon.
• Natural Puppeteer: When performing Kugutsu and activating her puppets Mechanisms Miko saves 10 chakra from the normal cost, at a minimum expense of 5 chakra points.Yet this proficiency in Kugutsu strains her ability with elemental ninjutsu having her techniques involving either of her elements cost +5 chakra points to their normal cost. [maruton not included]
Resolution: The user is more determined to get fine details from his sensory techniques, but in order to get this type of clarity the user's range of the technique is reduced by half. The user is able to discover type of technique that is about to be active (fuuin, genjutsu, ninjutsu, custom jutsu, complex tai and buki), even specifics such as Bloodline type and rank. Additionally, the user can gain similar information about any chakra source in their sensory technique's range, including what bloodline the person possesses, and how large their chakra pool is.
Technique Name: Buraindotacchi: Douteki Giketsu [Blind Touch: Kinetic Resolution] Rank: X-Rank (E-S) [Only E-rank right now] Type: Taijutsu_Training Element: Taijutsu Description: A trained physical sensory ability that is an extended and refined blend between ones muscle memory and a heightened sense of touch. Trough training one can “read” and remember kinetic motion of physical objects around themselves as long as some form of motion (vibration) is happening around them, and there after differentiates them specifically committing the sensation to memory. (New sensations are responded to vaguely if not committed to memory/identified already.) This ability has only a 6-yards [3-yards] cubic range, and works better on the ground/in water. Where vibrations are involved mid-air sensing isn’t exact. The practitioner retains a slight increase in reflexes over their current Rank standard from this ability, and when retrained this boost also increase from slightly, to mildly, to moderately and etc. Though passive this ability drains stamina when used to dodge equal to the rank of the technique being avoided with in the trained limit!
{Inventory} [Held Kaifu papers(x7) ] • K-1: 9 Shuriken (shuriken technique) -Wrapped around left forearm at the elbow- • K-2: Kugutsu Myoushu (Puppet Master) -Wrapped around right forearm at the wrist- • K-3: Chakra Projectile Pack: Small [x1] A package of ten small projectiles capable of holding the user's chakra element within their frame. [Chakra nature: Fuuton Senbon] » Custom Projectiles [customization: hollowed tubed with a sewing needle design, effective for bloodletting] (shuriken technique) -Wrapped around left wrist at the elbow- • K-4: The Spiral Weave: x1 Uzumaki Clan mask; "Wormwood Mask", Holds: [Extatosoma Tiaratum ] -Inside her shirt over her left breast- • K-5: Earthen (doton): (shuriken technique):Heavy crossbow bolts, with corkscrew drill tips. [x10] Effect: Wind-resistance causes arrow to spin and drill into Target, weight makes for a bigger impact and stopping power. - pressed to her lower back behind her Baroque bag- • K-6: [Empty] • K-7: [Empty]
[Held in baroque design bag on her lower back] • 4 Kunai • 12 Senbon (normal) • Puppeteer Class Scroll: [contents] Training Wooden Puppet • Genin Scrolls [x1] • Genin Scrolls [holds °] °_ Wind Shuriken [x10] <–(seal connection)–> _Mass of pale red smoke compartment into even burst to match shuriken. • Time-Delay Explosive Tag [x5] Small paper tags that detonate one minute after the user makes a hand sign. B-rank. • Mechanic’s Lens Pack [x1] A set of three detachable lenses- nightvision, heatvision, x-ray vision, etc... (Any type of lens you can think of; aside chakra vision.) Concealed Mouth Ember [x10] A small black ball that can be easily hidden in the mouth by an experienced Shinobi. When bitten, these balls heat up, and when exposed to the air they will quickly burst into flames. Used to light things on fire. Embers are non-reusable. - one is places to the back of her left wisdom tooth-
----- • Chakra Blade [x1] A short, blunt blade that conducts the user’s Chakra in a way that allows for the cutting of Chakra threads. Usually used to counter puppet users. Takes 10 Chakra to activate. Activation lasts for three posts. - in a sheath she stashes in her boot -
{Puppets} - Training Wooden Puppet [Attuned Training] [D-rank]
xxxxxx Thanatos arrived in the residential district. At first he didn't have any trouble carrying these heavy items. A couple bags of cement mix on one shoulder. A stack of wood on the other. But it seemed the only thing that hadn't fully recovered was his stamina. He couldn't to as much as he could before. If he was going to get back in the field, then that was definitely something he needed to increase. He placed all his supplies outside his parents home. It was in a pretty bad condition. But he knew he'd be able to fix it up in no time. Since he didn't want to waste a second. He started cutting the wood into the sections he would need. The cement would then be turned to concrete later, to fix any parts that had been broken before. And so, he started working.
♥ You could practically see the steam rising from her ears as she stormed her way down the street, visibly seething with anger. She would never admit it to the man that lit her fuse, but the anger and stress was defiantly spiking her headache. With the remaining arm she could still feel with she gripped onto the side of her head, barely avoiding a lamp post after reopening her eyes from the spike of pain. The rest of the walk to the apartment building was her trying not to beat the sense out of annoying citizens blocking her path. entering the tall building she didn't even bother looking around the lobby, instead making her way up the stair well with swiftness. Digging around in her pockets she pulled out her room key, shoving it into the lock and entering into her apartment. Slamming the door behind her she dropped the key into a bowl on the nearby counter. She made her way into the apartments bathroom, turning the sink on as she stared into the mirror. Not only was her psyche crumbling, but so was her appearance. Taking a moment to splash her face with some cold water she pulled out her hair clips and let her hair drop down to her shoulders. "Just need to relax Liori." She told herself, turning off the faucet and drying her face off. The spots of ink were still on her face. The cold water proving to do nothing for getting rid of the squid pair's mess. Taking a deep breaths she put her medication bottles onto the medicine cabinet. Her headache drummed on as she made her way into her bedroom, all the while she stripped down to her shirt and boxers. Not even bothering to pick up her articles of clothing and bring them into her room proper. She hadn't been assigned a roommate yet so why bother being tidy? Tossing her equipment belt and headband onto her mattress she sat down in the middle of the room. Crossing her legs she settled into her meditation position, placing her numb arm on her leg while the functioning arm touched her pointer finger and thumb together. Another deep breath and she let her eyes close. It would take her half and hour but she would manage to quell the raging fire in her gut through her breathing exercises. "O Shin Mar, great sage and keeper of Chantar's secrets... Guide my hands through this mortal plane, keep my feet steady on the soil, and stay my heart from temptation..." She started her ritualistic prayer to her guardian deity. While she might have calmed herself, she hadn't managed to rid herself of all her anger. Which was clearly visible by her furrowed brows, tense shoulders, and sharp words as she chanted. Chakra Pool:: [395 //505] Stamina Pool:: [145 //145]
Quote; "To love is to risk not being loved in return. To hope is to risk pain. To try is to risk failure, but risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing." Liori's Theme; Get Up :: Windmills
♥ At some point during her meditation, as it seemed to be a running theme lately, her had fallen asleep. The calming manta helped to rage the storm of a headache running rampant in Liori's head just enough to let her subconscious take reigns off her mind. Her dreams continued to be more of the same. Her fragmented memory making an attempt at piecing together her missing time. Her memory trigger while at the port town might have helped a little, it merely helped focus the tail end of the mission and even then... she was left in the town while her squad continued. It tore her up inside that she would never know what happened to her squad. The guilt of failing her friends manifested itself in her dreams. The grip of her nightmare fueled entirely by her inability to accept that what happened wasn't her fault. The faces of Seiji and Karleen being tainted by darkness creeping its wait into her sight, the ever stoic face of her squad leader and the smile of her bright haired friend twisting into matching sets of anger. Mirror the eyes her mother used to use to look down on her. In an instant they were gone and she was left alone in the road as darkness stole away her sight only for her eyes to open for real as she was pulled back to reality.
Sweat dripped down her forehead ash her chest rose and fell rapidly. "G-great... another nightmare... When will this end..." She mumbled to herself in between gasps for air. Unable to face the prospects of falling back to sleep she decided to shelf sitting in her apartment and relaxing as the p***k had suggested. Standing up on tired legs she struggled to keep her balance as she walked over to her equipment belt, slinging it over her shoulder before she made her way to her discarded shorts. Slipping the black shorts on she kicked her socks back into her room, before closing its door behind her. As her breathing managed to even itself out she inspected herself in the mirror. She didn't know how it could have been possible but sleeping managed to make her look worse, the bags beneath her eyes evermore pronounced. "Things have to reach rock bottom before they can get better, eh? Just like you always said pops." She croaked out as she squeezed her eyelids closed. She leaned up against the bathroom counter as she fought away the urge to bawl her eyes out. After a few minutes she allowed herself to open her eyes, dull golden eyes staring into the mirror as the familiar buzzing of a headache started making its way back into her presence. Taking a deep breath she grabbed a pain pill from out of the medicine cabinet and pocketed it for later. After all she had tried following the not-nurses instructions and they had less than stellar results... so she might as well her second set of orders and train. Grabbing her hair clips off the counter she clipped them onto the collar of her shirt. There was no point doing her hair at this point, one can only put so much makeup on a sow. Turning the lights back off she picked her keys up and almost tripped over a small bag she somehow missed when she entered the apartment. It was addressed to her, name written on a red and green sticker. Her thoughts momentarily trailed off to the year prior when she had made some clay statues for Nathaniel... another member of her old squad she didn't know the location off. Surely he was alright though, the secretary had mentioned him being around when she brought up her concerns. She placed the bag of goodies on the counter before exiting her apartment, locking behind her. No longer was she a wildfire intent on burning anyone close, now she was but an ember struggling to stay alight. Her destination the academy, hoping learning some new techniques might ease how useless she felt.
[+126 Chakra for sleeping] [exit to Academy] Chakra Pool:: [505 //505] Stamina Pool:: [145 //145]
Quote; "To love is to risk not being loved in return. To hope is to risk pain. To try is to risk failure, but risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing." Liori's Theme; Get Up :: Windmills
Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2017 4:15 am
Grand Chevalier Haji
Hatake ❈ Suiton ❈ Raiton ❈ Jounin
♫So don't let me don't let me down.♫
xxxxxx He had nearly completed his work, he merely needed to let some things set and dry before he continued. He was sweating a little from all the heavy lifting and mixing. But his family home liked nice, he could almost just close his eyes and imagine his parents sitting on the porch like they always did. He opened his eyes to see them not there anymore. He smiled sadly as he stared at the ground. He took a deep breath to calm his mind. He needed to focus on training. Just like the Raikage ordered him too. He walked inside, headed towards the shed in the back. Lifting up a wooden panel in the floor and digging found himself with a box. He had left these things here before he went into a coma. Opening the box he found himself with scrolls, they were bloodline scrolls for Hatakes. Now that his father was gone they belonged to him. He took the scrolls and left to the academy.
♥ Liori felt a little guilty about just leaving like she did, she probably could have just stayed to make sure everything was alright... But she didn't care about their problems. Being thrusted instantly back into her pain ridden body after being tossed around between bodies who also had draw backs of their own was just too much. All she wanted to do today was flirt with her crush and maybe get permission to try out that clay-rain technique she had been making. She had stopped in front of the apartment building to fish her pain medication form her pocket, popping the mill and swallowing them dry before entering into the tall building. 'I should have went to find Ara... No shes a big girl, she can take care of herself. Take a page from that book.' She chided herself, dull golden eyes glaring at a passerby that bumped into her burned arm. A apology was all that stopped her from punching the kid square in the jaw. Nerves in her hand felt like they were being torn out one by one as she started climbing the stairs. 'Why can't this medication be instantaneous?!' She thought as she ran her normal hand through her hair, gripping on her knotted locks of white before dropping to her side. She gripped her room key tightly as she reached her floor. Dull eyes locked onto room 212. With a sigh she quickly walked over to the door, slipping the key into the lock and letting herself in. "Good. Still no one else here." She grumbled with spite, she didn't know if she'd be able to stop herself from beating the crap out of a room mate the instant they slighted her... at least in her current condition where her existence was pain.
She slammed the door behind her, dropping her key onto the counter besides the door. She would have locked it behind her but she was still waiting on the squidling to drop off her jacket. She kicked off her sandles as she walked through the living room, straight to the bathroom. She glared at her reflection as she turned the sink on, cupping some water and splashing her face. 'Sleep? Maybe. Who knows, might get lucky for once and get a good rest. HA!' She thought as she unclipped her red hairclips from her shirt collar and dropped them next to the sink before drying her face off. She looked at the shower briefly before deciding against it, turn the bathroom light off and retreating into her room, leaving the door cracked open as she struggled her way out of her shorts before flopping face first onto her mattress, rolling herself up into her bear pelt before staring blankly at the ceiling. A sigh escaped her lips as she curled up under the bear pelt, eyes closing as she tried to escape into some sleep with a short prayer to Shin Mar that it wouldn't include a nightmare. As it turned out it wasn't going to happen, as she gave up on the short endeavor, opting to instead read her only book. A keep sake from her childhood. The spine worn and abused, cover unrecognizable. Every time she opened the dusty old book she was hit with a wave of emotions she tried to keep locked away. The inscription on the inside of the cover a note from her dear father. 'Keep that head high my little firecracker, I'll always be around to help.' She bit her lip as she quickly turned the page and begin the story once again. The only time she hated her perfect memory, by this point she knew every single word in the book but the act of reading it just made the story that much better. So she sat on floor mattress, curled up in a bear pelt reading through a tattered book. A way of running from her problems. Chakra Pool:: [505 //505] Stamina Pool:: [145 //145]
Quote; "To love is to risk not being loved in return. To hope is to risk pain. To try is to risk failure, but risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing." Liori's Theme; I am not a Robot :: Marina and The Diamonds
Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2017 2:54 am
AʀαHojo
I will not bring dishonor to my village...
Vɪʟʟᴀɢе: Kumogakure xRᴀɴκ: Genin xCʟᴀɴ: Hojo
Cнκ: 465 / 465 xSᴛᴀ: 145 / 145
Running towards the residential district with her arms stretched ride, in the sort of airplane run you'd see a child her age doing, Ara found herself at the apartment building. Before stopping by to deliver the jacket to her, Ara had made a pit stop at her own place. Thinking back to being in Soraru's body made her feel a bit envious of how mature the other girls in the village looked. Her current style was in need of a good update, and she knew just how to do it,t hanks to Toso's handy dandy Hojo guidebook! She slid into her living space and locked herself into the bathroom for a while. While inside, she had experimented with a couple of looks that she thought he might like, but it was totally not like it was specifically for him! Her hair was thrown in as many different ways as possible until she settled in a long-ish look that she could say she was a fan of. "There we go. This looks pretty cool." She said, standing proud in her mirror while wondering just how she could make it look better. Leaving it this color was odd looking to her. Maybe there was something that she could do to it that could make her seem cooler. Ori-chan is pretty cool herself, always making sure I'm safe. Plus those hands of hers are pretty cool...Wait a minute! I got it!~ She opened up the guidebook to dying methods before getting her bathroom floor ready with a few towels to catch the ink that was about to be thrown around. What entailed was five more minutes of dyeing her naturally blue hair white, a new Ara emerging from the bathroom as she cleaned up as best she could. Now that she looked cooler than normal, the squidling hurried over towards the coat of Liori's that sat on her bed and ran out of her home, locking the door behind her.
Following Liori's directions to her apartment, Ara found herself at the entrance to the building before too long. They both lived within close proximity of one another, give or take a few buildings. She traveled up the stairs, holding the jacket in her arms as if it was an infant, and made her way up to the room that her squad mate had given her. Hopefully she was still there after this body swapping nonsense. She was taking a gamble on her and whoever she was talking with going to her apartment, or that she went there herself. Whatever the case would be, it would still be nice to see her in her usual looks again. Rooms passed by quickly. 207. 208. 209...210! Wait, wrong one. It was close by though! Two more rooms would have to pass before Ara would find herself by the door of Liori's (hopefully). She smiled, eager to see her again before knocking on the door. "Ori-chaaaaaan!~ Ika! It's Ara! I brought your coat back!" After knocking several times, the child stood by, wondeirng if she would get a response of any kind back.
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•·.·´¯`·.·•´Buffs`•.¸¸.•´ ☑ ☑ ☑
•·.·´¯`·.·•´Debuffs`•.¸¸.•´ ☒ ☒ ☒
•·.·´¯`·.·•´Active Techniques`•.¸¸.•´ ● [ Rank X ]
● [ Rank X ]
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•·.·´¯`·.·•´Passives`•.¸¸.•´ ● Shimizu Ika [ Clear Water Squid ]: Sacrificing the physical attributes of a squid and leaning toward a squid's vast intelligence, the Hojo clan member reduces the cost of Suiton based techniques by 1 Rank. [Does not Apply to Ink] ● Ancestor's Blessing: Bloodline techniques cost 5 less chakra to perform. ● Squiddly Body: Due to her heritage, Ara is quite flexible with her body, able to bend more easily than others.
•·.·´¯`·.·•´Learning Reductions`•.¸¸.•´ ● Learn ninjutsu two (2) posts faster. ● Learn bloodline techniques one (1) post faster.
•·.·´¯`·.·•´Disciplines`•.¸¸.•´ ○ Blood Knight: Your bloodline techniques possess greater power, allowing them to overwhelm techniques of the same rank, and preventing them from succumbing to elemental weaknesses of techniques the same rank. Can cast bloodline techniques through one-handed seals. ○ Elemental Specialist: You are only able to have one (1) chosen chakra element. Your elemental ninjutsu possess greater power, allowing them to overwhelm techniques of the same element and rank, and preventing them from succumbing to elemental weaknesses. You begin with two (2) additional ninjutsu slots, and earn an additional three (3) ninjutsu slots whenever you rank up.
♥ Liori was just getting to her favorite part in the first act when a knock came to her door. She ignored it for the first three, but when the knocking continued to drag on she let out a long sigh. Closing the book she dropped it onto her pelt and rolled out onto the wooden floor. Using her good arm and lifted herself off the ground and made her way out of her room. A familiar voice leaked its way into her apartment, a infectiously happy tone. 'Didn't expect her to drop by so soon...' She thought to herself, rubbing an eye with the heel of her palm and yawning. Straightening her shirt she made sure she didn't look like a total mess before opening the door. Swinging it open she stared down at the small girl whose hand looked posed to knock again. "Uh..." She mumbled rubbing her eyes once again before blinking and looking down at the squidling. The last time she saw Ara the kid had bright blue hair, now it was much like her own milky white with splotches of the old blue still bleeding through. 'Did she dye her hair? Why white?' She thought to herself before she realized she was just staring at the girl blankly. "Oh uh... come in. I, uh, like the new hairdo. Suits you," she said with a soft smile, doing her best not to let her pain get in the way of Ara, "Make yerself at home. Its not much, just me here." She awkwardly held the door open for the squidling before closing it behind her, shambling over to her fridge and inspecting it for anything the kid could have. Empty. She closed the door and shrugged to the squidling. "Was gonna get you something to drink but looks like clothes shopping isn't the only thing I need to do." She scratched at the back of her head before walking back into her room, kicking her shorts and thigh highs into her closet before closing the door. Her room itself was pretty bare. Just her bed in the corner, covered in fluffy blankets and a bear pelt, her shelves lined with various clay figures (including a might kraken) she created as well as her shinobi gear haphazardly tossed onto one. She plopped down on her mattress and rested her back on the wall, patting the spot next to her. "I uh.. I wanted to thank you Ara. For what you did when I couldn't see. It meant a lot to have someone care about me." She mumbled while turning her grumpy face away from the squid. Chakra Pool:: [505 //505] Stamina Pool:: [145 //145]
Quote; "To love is to risk not being loved in return. To hope is to risk pain. To try is to risk failure, but risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing." Liori's Theme; I am not a Robot :: Marina and The Diamonds
