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 Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 8:11 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 8:12 pm
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Character name: Masaru Uchiha
Name of bloodline: [ x ] Sharingan
Bloodlines to be removed from: No, but Kenjiro allowed me to take over his reserved spot.
Adding or replacing: Adding
Have you had it before?: Yes
What do you know about it?:
-The clan member can view a technique being performed and see the tricks and movements required to be able to complete it.
-The clan member must have trained their previous tomoe and then be in a life/death situation in order to gain tomoe.
-This doujutsu gives the ability to read Genjutsu, Taijutsu and Ninjutsu and possibly defeat it.
-All Uchiha must have Katon (aka Fire) as one chakra element.
-Sharingan is the limit blood inheritance of the Uchiha Clan.
-Once activated, the Sharingan may be activated at will.
Give roleplay example with bloodline:
Salted liquid trailed down the side of his neck, making it only so far before the hem of his top absorbed that very sweat into its fabric. His eyes were narrowed slightly, coal orbs flitting from one area to another as if he were expecting something. And, well, he kind of was. His ANBU mask laid some feet away from him in several pieces, showing that he hadn't been taking this battle all too seriously. That was his mistake. He just stood there, his hands fixed into loose fists around the sweat laden handles of twin kodachi. The air around him was silent. Way too silent to be normal. His opponent had managed to hide themselves in the shadows of the tree tops above, taking refuge in some part of darkened forest as he waited for their attack to behold him. He was growing immensely impatient but tried not to let that impatience of his go to his head. That was just what his enemy wanted of him: to lose his calm and break that irritating focus of his. He'd definitely lose this fight if that had been the case.
His ears had caught a very faint rustling of branches and leaves from his far right and he had easily dodged the several kunai and shuriken that had embedded themselves into the ground that he once stood upon. Eyes shinning a deep crimson in the faint dark that surrounded him. He was mere inches away from said weapons and had believed to had missed what they were aiming to do but, he had managed to miss something. His eyes widened slightly, brows furrowed in deep concentration and slight surprise as he finally caught sight of it: the wires tied to the ends of the weapons. Even with his Sharingan activated he tended to miscalculate a move here and there. It wasn't as accurate as he'd liked it to be. He drew in a sharp intake of breath, barely missing the scorching flames that had trailed down the steel wires, setting fire to the dying grass and a few of trees that had been in the way of the crossfire. He had managed to get out of way in time but had sustained a few burns in the process. Not even bothering to examine his wounds, the dark haired male merely smiled indifferently, sheathing his twin kodachi as quickly as his smile rose to his lips. "I'm finished playing around. Face me, coward." He called out to the trees above, almost as quickly catching the few shuriken between a few of his fingers, that now bled a little from a few scratches, and now faced the S-ranked criminal he had been sent to assassinate as a part of his mission.
The black clad female smirked in return, her bright blues sparkling with pure excitement as she got back into her fighting stance, "It's time to dance, kid!" And she had no sooner lunged at him, her sadistic grin widening ever so greatly. He was ready for her however and merely stood there, waiting for her to come at him all the while with an equally as sadistic smile on his own lips. His red hues sparkled with an almost malicious glint as she neared closer and closer, her next move flashing before his eyes even before she had time to execute it. He had this battle in the bag. He saw them, her moves were unfolding before his eyes. The criminal sped up the wide oak tree and headed straight for him - perhaps a risky decision. About four feet away, the vicious female executed a deadly whirlwind composed of two strong kicks. For the first kick, she had spun on the ball of her left foot and lashed out with her right leg. Seeing that the boy had stepped back and dodged her initial attack, she didn't hesitate to follow through with the second kick, performed vice-versa her first. Both kicks were aimed for his sternum. So fluid and so swift were her moves that if it were not for the six tomoe in his eyes, this woman would've devastated him by now.
Since close combat appeared to be his opponent's specialty so far, he decided to put some distance in between her and him. Due to his Sharingan, during her second kick, he had just enough time to prepare the meat of his forearms for receiving her velocious strike. Meantime, he made sure to keep a steady stance. Upon impact with his firm forearms, her kick summoned enough force to send him sliding across the smooth bark of the thick and lengthy branch they fought upon - just as he thought. He squat down slightly, pressing his feet against the bark in order to slow down his drifting as he continued to face her. This was key. He needed both the correct distance and a little time to perform his next move. Thus, immediately after his forearms departed from her kicking leg, he quickly brought both his hands together, in front of his chest, and didn't hesitate to execute the necessary hand signs for summoning a katon technique: Snake, Sheep, Monkey, Boar, Horse, Tiger. By the final hand sign, he was in between 4m to 5m from his target and coming to an abrupt halt on the branch. Yet he did not wait. Two crimson eyes widened in effort as he drew in chakra from his mouth into his chest. At once, he exhaled the gathered chakra and blew out a scorching stream of fire towards his enemy [Great Fireball Technique].
This was merely a distraction, however. From his past experiences, he felt the said jutsu would merely act as an obstruction, temporarily hindering his opponent's sight and acting as a fiery barrier in between her and him. Without delay, his hands had departed and moved into the rear pouches of his ANBU outfit. Therein distinct pockets awaited three, wired Windmill Shuriken. "Is that all?!" he heared the wanted woman's muffled taunt through the crackling flames. His lips had unpuckered and his great fireball was quickly dying out. His sharp gaze still looking the girl's direction, he noticed hot vapors spilling upwards, from the center of his fireball. He figured that water and fire would cause vapor to form, therefore his opponent had to have used a suiton technique of some sort [Water Shield Tech]. Before the blaze he summoned previously could finish simmering to a naught, he clasped onto his Windmill Shuriken (two in his left hand and one in his right) and held their wires in between the spaces in his fingers. Soon after, he suddenly threw all the shuriken towards the female, controlling their wires to make the blades circle the area where he had seen and heard by him [Sharingan Windmill Triple Blade]. His Sharingan helped perform the said technique by tracking his fast-moving objects as they sped through what was left of his katon technque - a dense steam created by her suiton jutsu versus his katon jutsu. Fortunately for him, the steam would provide a nice cover for his thrown three Windmill Shuriken.
She stepped out, "Now, where were we?" The devious woman licked her lips lavaciously as she started for him again. She would not get too far though, for his shuriken had implanted themselves all around the healthy trunk of the large tree, behind the criminal. Furthermore, his twisted wires overlapped and stopped her from progressing any further towards him. Without a moment to waste, he backed a few steps and tugged on the overlapping wires. In accordance with his action, the wires hastily closed the gap in between the criminal and the tree, forcefully pulling and securing her against its dense wood. "Looks like our song has ended." an eerie, slow whisper flowed from his parted lips bit onto the wires' ends. He made sure to keep a strong tension on the metal strands so that she couldn't escape what he was about to do next. Inhaling through his nose, he gathered chakra in his lungs and released it through his next exhale. That next breath would mean the death of his target [Dragon Fire Technique].
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 8:14 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 8:15 pm
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Character name: Raiden Hatake
Name of bloodline: [ x ] Hatake Clan
Bloodlines to be removed from: No.
Adding or replacing: Adding a bloodline to a new character.
Have you had it before?: No, I have not.
What do you know about it?:
-Although they seem rather droopy or lazy in attitude, they're rather calm and decisive.
-Their spiritual connection with ninja dogs is legendary as is their affinity for lightning.
-Due to this affinity, their Lightning techniques are increased by [1] in rank.
-This clan emerged from the shinobi that founded the Leaf Village.
-Their self-imposed exile led them to join Sand Village.
Give roleplay example with bloodline:
Dripping with sweat, he continued to slice away at the wooden scarecrow before him. It was specially reinforced for taking blows from sharp weapons, so it wouldn't be sliced down anytime soon. No, not by a mere Genin with limited knowledge in Bukijutsu. Unfortunately, this was the mission his team leader left him with: to slice this durable dummy to bits. Sounds easy, right? Well it certainly wasn't for Rai. He was given a dull sword use in order to accomplish his task. THUMP! One last, heavy hit added another mediocre dent to the many he had already created on the scarecrow's body. ...getting late. he thought, as he shoved the tip of his blunt blade into the ground and raised his eyes to gaze upon the setting sun. His droopy gaze shut for a moment and he began to think, I really don't wanna fail, but... what can I do with this dull blade? He palmed his troubled head and exhaled a lifeless breath, filled with doubt. Wait a sec! This was not like him at all. Rai wasn't the type who gave up easily and luckily for him, his sharp memory snapped back into action. His bloodline! He had forgotten all about that special gift his parents passed down to him. In fact, he knew naught of it. Do or do not... he thought as he climbed back to his feet and regained his composure. Instinct grabbed onto his heart and he felt overwhelmed with emotion as he resolved to cut this obstacle down. Drawing back his katana, its blade glistened in the sunlight with unusual brilliance. What was this? Forcing out a consistent flow of chakra down his arms and into his hands, it molded into pure white electricity as it continued onward, down its dull blade. This was Shiroi Yaiba, White Blade... a lightning technique he had instinctively awakened; said technique would cause his blade to have a more focused edge and higher cutting power than normal. ...there is no try! Without delay, Rai placed both hands on the rough grip of his newly sharpened sword and unleashed a devoted, horizontal slice upon the stubborn dummy. Afterwards, he drew his katana back at his side even as the electrical current faded from its blunt blade. What had happened? Upon examining the scarecrow, he noticed that there was a fresh, deep slash in its gut. Had he done that? Was this what his bloodline made him capable of? So this is what he mean- his thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice:
"Grats! Looks like you finally did it, huh?" called the voice of his team leader, Hikaru. The man stopped before Rai and the dummy, studying both. "Not bad, although I had expected this guy to be bits and pieces by now." he casually pointed a thumb out towards the scarecrow-dummy. "Either way, it seems you've finally unlocked your heritage, Hatake." the leader continued. Rai blinked his droopy eyes at the man, but appeared to be taking in the info, seeing as his gaze was focused directly upon his team leader. "About time for stage two..." he held out a scroll for Rai and Rai quietly took it from him. "...learn one or two of those jutsu now and I'll give you another test after. I don't care how long it takes ya, I'll be right here, waiting." Hikaru went and sat upon a nearby log while Rai unrolled the scroll. Not even two minutes passed before Rai returned his attention towards his team leader and nonchalantly said, "Done." without a hint of arrogance or pride, he wearily spoke that single word. Hikaru raised an eyebrow at the underling and smirked. "You sure you wanna do this now?" he asked, feeling slightly irritated since he had just sat down. Rai gave a light but decisive nod in reply and before he knew it, his superior was heading directly for him. Rai didn't even have time to react before SLAM! a mighty punch connected with his firm abs and sent him hurtling into a large pile of autumn leaves. Buried underneath, he coughed loudly, clenching his stomach for a moment. "Done, eh? You have a lot to learn, Rai." he muttered calmly, shaking his head in dismay. Meantime, Rai just managed to perform a short set of hand signs, forming a 'white' clone beneath the pile of leaves. Alike in features, this clone rose from the leaves after its formation and darted straight for Hikaru. Upon sighting his underling, Hikaru grabbed his fist in his hand and chuckled. "You just don't learn, do you?" But just as Hikaru unleashed another solid punch the approaching clone who he thought to be Rai, the clone burst into a small, transparent cloud ivory electricity. Hikaru was shocked, not just physically, but mentally as well. How could he fall for such a basic trick?! His overconfidence had gotten the best of him this time. On the other hand, Rai kept alert and readied up for his next move. "Shiroi... Chidori..." he uttered in an almost threatening tone; chakra molded into electricity in the very palm of his hand, forming a ball-like assimilation of potent, pure white lightning. Nobody underestimated his family bloodline! Taking advantage of Hikaru's temporary paralyzation, Rai sprinted towards his teacher and extended his hand towards the Jonin. His attack connected! Rai flashed a victorious smirk from behind the skintight, black collar that hid his lower face. Electricity coursed throughout his leader's body, shutting down his entire system before he suddenly went POOF! Rai's calm gaze widened. A... shadow clone? he thought, almost trembling in shock. "Gotcha!" the real Hikaru placed a warm hand on Rai's shoulder, "Remember, always keep your eyes on the prize, buddy~" Hikaru flashed him a kind smile. It appeared his leader hadn't been fooled at all, huh? He must have summoned the clone(s) while Hikaru was busy hiding underneath the pile of leaves. Guess he knew all along...
- (Rank D) Raiton: Shiroi Yaiba (Lightning Release: White Blade)
- (Rank B) Raiton: Hatake (Lightning Release: Scarecrow)
- (Rank B) Shiroi Chidori (One Thousand White Birds)
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 8:19 pm
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