Asura

Winter's Blade: A Fairy Tail RP

its ya boi, uh... work in penis?

Guild Membership Card

Personality

<sub>Boisterous and foolhardy, Eldrid embodies the wild spirit of the northern marches from which she originates. The girl had always been tempestuous, acting upon whims and heated emotions with a reckless lack of forethought, and the introduction of dragon's blood to her body has done little in the way of taming her stormy temperament. Equal parts passionate and stubborn, she has the tendency to be obstinate over matters trivial or dire, believing wholly in her own correctness over evidence overwhelming. Such a disposition stems from a strong sense of pride she holds, one that is easily offended. While she is volatile and quick-tempered, she is also equally fast to forgive, often opting to settle disagreements and insults with a bout of physical confrontation. Only when she is denied such a conclusion, or made the victim of a truly heinous crime, does she hold a grudge. Such grudges, hard-won as a result of her relatively carefree nature, are long standing and difficult to overcome.

Owing devil-may-care approach to life, Eldrid does not take well to authority. She takes great joy in her independence, and the ability to exercise her wanderlust that accompanies it. Being forced into a regimented system in which she must go to her betters before acting flies directly in the face of her impulsive, freedom loving nature. She works best when left to her own devices, and believes all people truly crave to live as she does. Only when she has garnered a true respect for someone—either by strength of arms or character—does she acquiesce to orders and requests without complaint.

Eldrid is also quite covetous, primarily of worldly wealth. She never bedecks herself with finery, but she will voraciously horde valuable assets if given the ability, leading to some... contentious relations with the law. Some might summarize it a result of her draconic nature. Eldrid herself is not so introspective.</sub>

Appearance

<sub>Eldrid, while not a traditional beauty, takes great pride in her appearance. She stands taller than most women that she knows—just a few inches shy of six feet tall—and possesses a hard, athletic frame to accompany it. Her apricot skin is as rough as her nature, covered here and there by ridges of scar tissue earned from various scraps and battles long past, the most prominent of which stretches from cheek to forehead across her left eye. Wild, wavy red locks of hair cascade every which way from her head, framing the sharp features of her face in an inferno as fiery as her magic. Her eyes are a rich teal in color, and typically hold either an amused mirth, or headstrong glint.

On matters of wardrobe, she is not particularly picky. Simple tunics and utilitarian trousers suit her purposes, and she tends to favor tough leather boots over lesser footwear that wouldn't hold up to the north's conditions. She does have a tendency to dress lightly, specifically swearing off sleeved garments, as their constrictive nature is an affront to her physique. The origin of her magic ensures she does not suffer for this decision.</sub>

“Fucked up how a goblet is a cup and not a little goblin.”

| N a m e: |

Eldrid Isfjellbarn

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

Fire Autist

| G e n d e r: |

Female

| A g e: |

18

| R a n k: |

C

| Guild Membership Status: |

Yesterday

| Guild Seal Location: |

Somewhere you don't wanna see, son.

| History: |

Eldrid was born the youngest daughter of a woodsman and his homemaker wife, in the village of Stenhus. Built in the border-marches of Fiore, where the land of man and those of the ancients began to blend, the village was home to a hardy folk, many of whom had set off for lives of adventure and fortune rather than toil in the frigid cold of the far north. Eldrid was one such individual, who from the time she was old enough to listen to stories at the lap of her grandparents, wished to see the world outside their humble hamlet. But life so close to the mystical was dangerous, and she was but a small girl. As such she spent most of her life behind the safe palisade walls of her hometown.

But she could only remain a small girl for so long. As she grew so too did her wanderlust, and with it, her resentment towards the restrictions imposed upon her. Her father had staunchly forbid her from wandering off to become another foolhardy casualty for some horrid abomination, like her brother before her had done. She balked under this, yearning to see what all the world had to offer outside of snowy peaks and fir trees. When a great fire befell the woodlands outside the village, talk came to the townsfolk that a monster had taken refuge in the mountains, leaving carnage and destruction in its wake. She was forbidden to leave even on the occasional errand, for fear she would do something as foolish as attempt to track the beast.

It went without saying that the moment she was capable, she did exactly that. Making off into the night while her family slept, the young rebel disappeared into the hills with a warm cloak and all the determination.

She had thirsted all her life to be as the heroes in her elder's tales, and now she had her chance! It was too good for her to pass up, and so she spent the dark hours clamoring up rocky terrain until it became slopes, and slopes until they became craggy goat paths. The gossip said the beast had taken roost in the caverns atop the great stony monoliths that she had grown beneath the shadows of, and she meant to see it with her own eyes. By the time the sun had risen, she had found the trail of carnage the monster had churned up, and steeled herself as she approached its den, a cavern system carved by spring streams into the interior of the mountain.

What she found both shocked and amazed her. The beast truly was great, a dragon of all things, like the ones from the stories. It was truly worthy of her wonder... but the glory of the monster was not what shocked her. Massive and majestic as it may have once been, the great reptilian creature had been laid low, injured beyond a measure even dragonkind had hope to survive. What could have done such a thing to such a powerful being was beyond the mind of a simple, stupid girl who had climbed a mountain for the privilege of witnessing it. She had more pressing concerns to attend to, for the dragon remained just lucid enough in its mortally wounded state to perceive her presence. Using what little strength it had left, the great magical beast bellowed, and in an instant she disappeared with a snap into its massive maw.

It rightly should have been her end, there and then, killed for her rebuke of authority and logic. But she was spared. While her father had always told her that her defiant nature would be her end, it was just that which allowed Eldrid to live on, rather than succumb to despair and perish in the frozen cold. With her teeth, she ripped into its flesh, and it was this flesh that would sustain her, the furnace like warmth that permeated its body even in death allowing her to stave off frozen night after frozen night. She supped on its insides and drank of its blood. Gruesome as it was, it gave her strength, and filled her with vigor. It must have been a week or more before she managed to eat her way out of the dragon's corpse, emerging from her viscera cocoon a changed girl.

The trip back home from there was of little consequence compared to the ordeal within the cave, and when she was met not with opened arms, but by her father's enraged lecturing, she had made up her mind; her home would be the world now, just as she had always desired. If she could survive a dragon, what more could there be to stop her?

She had only been sixteen years old then. Two years prior to her arrival at White Harbor, having spent them journeying around the north of Fiore, honing her body, hardening her will, and perhaps most importantly, learning to utilize the strange gifts that had accompanied her consumption of that dragon so long ago. Upon hearing that the town played host to its very own Mage's Guild, she decided to investigate for her own benefit. The rest, as they say, is history.

| Magic: |

Fire Dragon Slayer Magic
Fire Dragon Slayer Magic is a form of Dragon Slayer Magic that allows its user to generate and manipulate the element in question. Like other forms of Dragon Slayer magic, it also imbues the user with an immunity to their element's detrimental effects, bestows them with enhanced sentences, and allows them to consume their element to restore their magical energy.

| Strengths and Weakness: |

+ Overwhelming Determination
To call Eldrid stubborn is an understatement, and she possesses a vast depth of willpower to call upon when she—or an ideal she holds dear—is challenged. One is more likely to break her body before then can break her spirit, which considering the former's toughness, is quite a feat. This trait is especially valuable to one who possesses Fire Dragon Slayer magic, as her passionate refusal to surrender only causes her flames to burn all the hotter.

+ Unusually Durable
More of an innate quality than anything born from training, Eldrid's body is surprisingly sturdy. She is difficult to injure, withstanding powerful blows and debilitating conditions that might quickly fell lesser combatants without succumbing. Such a trait might have been the very reason for her acquisition of magic in the first place; the inside of a dragon tends to be quite inhospitable.

- Internalized Misogyny
Eldrid has no weakness, because weaknesses are for women.

| Miscs : |

my father was a gamer... and a fiend.

Star Wars: The New Guard

hey demons its ya boi

16 str
14 dex
12 con
15 int
12 wis
10 cha

A Star Wars SAGA Proposal

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Saisei: The Crimson Dawn

Hyūga Mitsuko

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For many, the day of academy graduation was a time of excitement. A rite of passage, when one passed from a mere child to a proud member of the village's military, able to represent their clan's interests and honor those who came before. It was a time to say goodbye to the regimented studies of old, to meet new comrades, and to forge boldly ahead to a hopeful future. For Mitsuko, this sanguine feeling could not be more foreign. She felt no optimism, only a clawing uncertainty in her gut, a fear born of a change in scenery she had only just begun to become secure in. The academy was a source of some comfort away from home, where she could—in a rare act of rebellion—relax some of the poise and discipline expected of her station, and savor small moments of happiness in the form of childish fun. Fun that so many of her school mates seemed so ready to throw away in favor of an encroaching adulthood. Who knew what lay ahead of her? She had only so many acquaintances who tolerated her for however long they dare, and now she was left to drift in uncertainty, whether she would be bereft of them and made to interact more intimately with a small squad of individuals chosen at seemingly random. What of her instructor? Toshiro-sensei had shown her kindness in the way of overlooking her presence. She had worked diligently to maintain that invisibility, never excelling too far in fields she could, and never falling too far behind in fields she struggled with. She had remained in the middle of the pack, unexceptional, another face in the crowd, a member of a class who nobody had reason to ever single out or notice. It fit her, as a member of the branch family, and she took solace in that comfortable anonymity that allowed her only to seek attention on her own terms. Now she could not hide among the herd, and now she would be at the mercy of a sensei personally invested in her growth. She didn't like that. Father was a hard enough master, she did not need another. It was the young Hyūga's way to withdraw into herself when her nerves became frazzled by the world, and so she sat, alone in her back seat, barraged by an internal cacophony of her own making as the names of her squad mates were called one by one. She might not have even responded, had it not been for Shunpei's voice finding her ear. He was, perhaps, the closest thing to a 'friend' she had in class. He had been kind to her from their first meeting, and respectful of her boundaries for as long as she could recall. Most of those she was acquainted with had come into her sphere of influence by virtue of the Hatake boy, who lacked not for friends himself. It was little surprise, therefore, that she had attuned herself to picking his voice out of a crowd. And his voice delivered to her a strange message. Honey... bun? What did that even mean? Some kind of nickname? A snack? Mother never let her have sweets, so she was not well versed in honey, or buns for that matter. Did he mean to imply she was sweet? Her cheeks flushed at that thought. Honey was sweet, yes, but why include the bun? She had heard others refer to their rears as 'buns' before. Did... had he meant to say her bottom was sweet? She flushed even darker with indignity at that conclusion. Kuniochi or not, she was not ready for that level of adulthood. Shaking her head as if it would somehow banish the thoughts from her head, she instead focused on what he had said before that. The same team?... Teams! Yes, teams. She had gotten so into her head that she had missed the announcement. A small mercy, it seemed, as the Gods had blessed her with enough luck to share a squad with Shunpei. It was the best possible outcome for her, for she could at least use him for comfort in the coming trials. Trials that would be quite taxing, she came to muse, as the short girl stood from her seat and followed Shunpei to their appointed sensei. Their fellow Genin, Yakushi-san, had always been loud and bombastic, and for those reasons she proved a natural antithesis to Mitsuko. A wide berth had always been given as a result. The Jonin did not lessen her apprehension. He seemed rather... odd, for how she had imagined the village's premier leaders. He was rather scruffy, lacking in the carefully maintained posture of a noble born scion that she was intimately acquainted with. The subtle slouch made him seem less the giant of a man he was by comparison to one of her own slight stature, something that may have made him more approachable to others, but all the more alien to her. She was used the pristine, stern faced members of her own kin, not one who was so at ease. Her feelings mattered little. To allow ones emotions to interfere with ones duty was unacceptable. She had already been too indulgent today. When her sensei bowed to her after lingering a touch in his gaze, she returned the gesture, but deeper and with the immaculate precision of one who had rehearsed the gesture too many times to count. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Kagetsu-sensei. I am Hyūga Mitsuko." By the time she straightened, her new teacher had gestured for them to leave, and while the mention of a hospital intrigued her, she dared not to speak out of turn. Instead, she submitted herself to following after him, but only once her team mates had also chosen to do so.

Asura's Shrine

Uchiha Nozomi
うちは 望実

“they don't think it be like it is, but it do.”

Personal Dossier

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_Name

Uchiha Nozomi

_Age

12

_Rank

Genin

_Origin

Konohagakure

_{Chakra Nature}

Water
Yin

Characterization

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_{Physical Description}

As might be expected from someone of her station, Nozomi's appearance is the definition of a classical Uchiha. Her alabaster skin contrasts strikingly with the short, silky strands of raven-black hair that frame her delicate face. The two large, listless eyes that peer out from beneath haphazardly cut bangs are like all-encompassing pits, lacking substance or emotive energy no matter what expression her soft, androgynous features assume. To say it is difficult to read the doll-like heiress would be an understatement, and every coy twitch of her lips or subtle quirk of a brow to punctuate her monotonous words seems carefully measured and choreographed for the occasion. She does not strike an imposing figure, standing on the shorter side of average at 4' 8" and accompanying that height with the typical lithe build of her kinsmen.

Her wardrobe is starkly traditionalist in an era where older fashions regularly fall out of style. She favors black garments accented in rich crimsons or purples, the most common of which are intricately embellished kimono sewn from the finest silk. More active occasions might see her don a pair of hakama to allow her legs more range of motion without jeopardizing her modesty.

_Personality

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_{Personal History}

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Family Synopsis

buncha emos

_{Character Development & Conceptualization}

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Attributes

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_{Special Traits}

Uchiha Bloodline: It is said that the Uchiha are among the most venerable of all shinobi bloodlines. Descended from the founder of ninjutsu, their prodigious skill has long been the subject of fear and envy among peers and enemies alike. The blood that birthed such a fearsome reputation runs thick in Nozomi's veins. She was blessed by virtue of lineage to possess a great depth of potent chakra, and a natural inclination towards precise control this chakra. Though she lacks the traditional affinity for fire common among her clansmen, her techniques are just as overwhelming in their strength as the Uchiha of old, and she is exceptionally well suited for any field of shinobi combat that requires the application of chakra as a result of this genetic potential.

Superior Intellect: The term genius is often tossed about within the shinobi world to describe those who excel in a field beyond those of their peers. In Nozomi's case, the term is best assigned to her mental acuity. She possesses both a towering intellect and a supremely analytical eye, the combination of which makes her both a gifted student and acute thinker. Nozomi proves a fast learner, one who can quickly examine and comprehend the basic principles of a discipline and apply them in short order to grasp a baseline competency in the skill after only a few observances.

This talent, while most easily applied to classroom demonstrations and training exercises, finds itself much more useful on the fields of combat, where the heiress can break down the structure of a given technique or stratagem and devise countermeasures on the fly in order to better combat them. Her tendency to focus in on behavioral cues of her opponents and allies leads to a certain level of predictive skill, and the Uchiha is adept at tailoring plans that span several steps ahead based on the understanding that certain individuals will act in accordance to behaviors she had observed in advance.

Imperturbable: Nozomi shows an uncanny ability to remain calm and rational under the most dire of circumstances. Even in the face of extreme pain, fatigue, emotional distress, or otherwise mentally derailing phenomenon, the girl is unnervingly unflappable. It is not to say that she is immune to these conditions, but she has the capability of mitigating them so they do not stifle her performance. Whether this phenomenon is the result of her own inborn defects, a purposeful creation of her brutal training regimen, a symptom of her traumatic upbringing or a combination of all three factors remains unknown; whatever the root cause, it is advantageous in a world where torture, exhaustion and grievous bodily injury are the norm, no matter how inhuman it may make her seem.

Physical Conditioning: The result of intense regimes formulated by her father, Nozomi's physicality does not lag far behind her other defining attributes. Having always been a girl of slight build, the majority of her training focused on honing her strengths rather than addressing her innate weaknesses. Her speed, manual dexterity, flexibility and reflexes are in a league of their own, and to underestimate her capabilities based upon her frail appearance is to make a fatal error.

_{Character Focus & Skillset}

Genjutsu: With a a naturally sharp mind and keen control of her chakra, it is expected that Nozomi proves to be quite prodigious in the field of Genjutsu. Her illusions are comprehensive and difficult to discern from reality for even those versed in the field, and she is equally adept at detecting the presence of such deceptions and dispelling them. While many in her clan rely heavily upon their dojutsu's innate visual prowess to utilize illusionary arts, Nozomi relies on a variety of triggers and conditions, subverting expectations that merely avoiding eye contact will counteract her skills.

Ninjutsu: While not a personal focus of hers, Nozomi's prowess in Ninjutsu seems almost innate, the result of a potent reserve of chakra and the capability to easily tap it. She often relies on more subtle techniques that supplement her other capabilities, rather than harnessing the raw destructive force of the elements. Such subdued usage plays into the deceptive idea that she lacks in this field.

Bukijutsu: Owing to her upbringing, Nozomi has practical experience with a variety of weaponry, and prefers the usage of such weapons over her own limbs when engaged in physical combat. Such breadth of expertise not only allows her to utilize a variety of weapons, but to also know the limitations of each. Her favored weapon is a tanto, which she prizes for its compact size and maneuverability, and as such her skill in knife fighting is decidedly her most developed. She also makes heavy use of shuriken and ninja wire, as most in her clan do, as a means to distract or trap unwitting opponents.

Stealth: The ability to escape detection, while a hallmark skill of the shinobi, is oft underappreciated. Not so for Nozomi. Perhaps her most developed ability, the heiress is disconcertingly skilled in matters covert. Since childhood, her footfalls have been feather-light, creating no noise with which to detect, and she has since trained to minimize any created sound to the point of absolute silence. Such is her dedication to the art that she has even learned to erase the presence of her chakra signature to avoid sensors, or if pressed, to entirely erase the presence of her physical form through application of ninjutsu.

Jutsu List

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_{S Rank}

N/A

_{A Rank}

N/A

_{B Rank}

Dustless Bewildering Cover
Demonic Illusion: Discordant Delirium

_{C Rank}

Water Release: Water Bullet Technique
Heavenly Weeping
Chakra Suppression Technique

_{D Rank}

Demonic Illusion: Hell Viewing Technique
Genjutsu Binding
Manipulated Shuriken Technique
Hiding in Surface Technique

_{E Rank}

Academy Techniques

Demonic Illusion: Discordant Delirium

Name

Demonic Illusion: Discordant Delirium

Rank
B

Range

Long

Description

A simple but debilitating illusion that activates when chakra infused sound waves—born of the user's innocuous whistle—reach the ears of the target. It causes the target's auditory nerves to perceive the sound of the user's whistling as earsplitting and jarring, entirely compromising their ability to hear with an agonizing ringing noise. Not only does the pain greatly impacts the target's ability to fight, but the illusion goes further, attacking the nervous system until the brain believes the ears to be badly injured. Disorientation, nausea, and a major loss of balance follows, as the mind mimics the effects of ruptured eardrums. As the technique's medium spreads over a wide area, it is especially effective at neutralizing groups.

Demonic Illusion: Swallow Return

Name

Demonic Illusion: Swallow Return

Rank
B

Range

Close

Description

A technique that morphs the target's perception of time and space, the user will activate the illusion by infusing a bladed weapon with Yin-natured chakra, then swinging it in an arcing strike at their foe. The visual perception of this first strike triggers the illusion, which immediately sets into effect. Upon witnessing the first strike, the user quickly launches two subsequent attacks, usually from directions opposite their first to box the opponent in and offer no escape. The illusion manipulates the target's ability to perceive the timing of these slashes, causing the latter two attacks to appear simultaneously as the first. Beset by three slashes occurring in unison, the target is cut down, unable to respond to each individual assault.

Demonic Illusion: Disarmed Divergence

Name

Demonic Illusion: Disarmed Divergence

Rank
C

Range

Close

Description

Beginning with the user infusing a weapon of some kind with Yin-natured chakra, illusion takes effect only once it has made contact with the opponent's weapon. Whether through parrying or being parried, the vibrations caused by such an impact act as the trigger, and immediately after this contact the limb that once held the offender's weapon experiences a loss of all feeling. Numbed to sensation, the limb will hang free, unable to be moved for the duration of the illusion, subsequently causing them to drop their armament. A devious user may disguise the nature of this technique by manipulating the sensation to be one of electricity, to make their foe believe they were the victim of a Lightning Release technique.

Saisei: The Crimson Dawn

Uchiha Shinatobe

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx L O C A T I O N Konohagakure Academy Grounds T A G S @Sloth @Xiro Zean @Inkarnate M U S I C did i not have time to find mood music?

There was a long list of swears the Uchiha could have rattled off under her breath to express her frustration, but she opted to swallow them down, no matter how painful it was to do so. It wouldn't do to make herself look weak in front of her charges, and the subject of her ire was too far away to hear them in the first place. That was for the better. It would give her time to compose herself before the inevitable confrontation that would arise from this convenient alignment of fate. Instead, her daze was interrupted by the voice of one of her students. The Namikaze, whom appeared to look expectantly at Shinatobe. Rightfully so, she supposed. She was their leader from this point onward, and at least one of the other sensei had departed in a poof of smoke. "Introductory exercise. We're going to the training ranges on the village's outskirts." The heiress declared, her gaze moving from Fukushu toward Tensai. She grimaced once her eyes arrived upon him. Unlike her, he couldn't do much gazing any more, and she doubted he would be of any use in the coming trials. Why the academy—spurred on by her mother no little doubt—had allowed him to graduate at all was beyond her. It wasn't even a matter of her own biases toward him. Unable to even navigate their compound by his lonesome, it was a cruelty to force his continued participation, prodigious talent or not. But it was a cruelty that she had been selected to prop up, and so she had little choice. Unlike her ignoble peer, the raven-haired Jonin turned away from her pupils and made way for the exit at a leisurely pace, content to lead them personally rather than disappear on them so soon after becoming acquainted. "One of you lead him." She called behind her after a brief pause, sure the two girls would settle the matter without much trouble, before she disappeared out the doorway and made for their destination.

Saisei: The Crimson Dawn

Uchiha Shinatobe

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx L O C A T I O N Konohagakure Academy Grounds T A G S @Sloth @Xiro Zean @Inkarnate M U S I C did i not have time to find mood music?

This situation, from top to bottom, was nothing less than bullshit of a magnitude worthy of Kumogakure. To become a sensei was the work of the washed up; of has-beens too far past their prime, like the village's aging old guard, or of those too crippled or craven to take the fight to the enemy, like the Hatake responsible for this year's whelps. It was not a role befitting some in the prime of their life and the zenith of their power like one Uchiha Shinatobe, who stood in among her "peers" radiating a cold, scornful aura of disdain for those unfortunate enough to share space with her. It was a typical posture, not for she, who oft ran on the hotter side of the emotional spectrum, but one many of her clan's elitists donned when forced to tolerate with their lessers. It was fitting, therefore, that she emulated them. For there was no willingness on her part to take up this post. Her time was better spent, accruing the glory, fame, and fortune befitting one of her station. But the world had seen fit to deny her the comfortable stability of mission-by-mission living when her sister met with an early grave half a world away. Even in exile, Narumi had done as she always had; stolen attention that might have otherwise belonged to Shinatobe. In earlier years, that sad fact had weighed heavy on her. In years more recent, it had been a relief. Cruel as fate was, it was only after she had made peace with its absence that it would deliver her that so craved spotlight. There was no mistaking it, the timing of this assignment coinciding with her sister's funeral marked the indignity to be a work of the Uchiha clan's matriarch. 'Seems I'm finally important enough to keep safe.' She seethed, for it was only in the raucous tempest of her internal rage that her sharp tongue was kept in check. She had no affection for the Nth born daughter of a middling clan like the Sarutobi, and that contempt ensured she had as little patience for the back talk of one. The late arrival of the final sensei did little to soften her hateful ruminations. Indeed, she paid only a minimal amount of attention to the prattling of the white-haired Chunin responsible for raising these brats to whatever competence they possessed. A scoff, aimed at the assertion that the late Hokage made these decisions himself, was all his speech mustered from her. An old man's hand may have signed the documents, but it wasn't he who had conceived this disgrace upon her. When the students were divvied up like so much livestock, she at least deigned to gaze the way of those placed under her tutelage. One, with a head of familiar lavender hair, muttered a few words to another student before assuming her position beside the Uchiha. Another, to her chagrin, seemed to be a common mutt. As if she were some peasant-pup sitter. At least that one wasn't causing a fuss like some of her fellows were. It would have done Shinatobe well to pay attention to those who had sat in silence. It would have made the realization as to the identity of her team's final student less piercing. When her own name was called just before Uchiha Tensai's, her eyes snapped from where they had drifted, surveying the chaos that was her brother's spawn, and landed instead upon the scion of her departed sister. Confusion may have seized the tongue of at least one of heiress' students, but her nephew's presence on her squad—and the rage it caused to well up within her—was more than sufficient to spur Shinatobe into speech. "That cunt." She hissed, just under her breath, as her onyx orbs bore a hole he could not see through Tensai's chest, as if she meant to look through him to glare at the shadowy hand that had seen fit to tether him to her.

Asura's Shrine

Uchiha Shinatobe

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Overlord: Momento Mori

Can I be an Orc named Jork?

Pokemon Academy - Alola's Next Generation

If we were gonna introduce tabletop ideas, Pokemon Tabletop United is an improvement upon the PTA model. :v