Blandman

Naruto : The Rise of The New Generations

Raion Torikumu
Kumogakure Genin
Team 5

"-G!"

Raion had completely ignored the ground's rippling as he had approached, which any other more seasoned shinobi would have recognised as their opponent preparing to do something. Instead he carried on, his wild kick thrown and was so rather understandably flabbergasted to see it hit nothing but the cool air, his movements creating a nice little breeze. His intended target was now many meters into the air. The boy, however, had failed to account for incoming explosive kunai and so the first explosion caused him to reel away whilst the second made the poor boy cover his head with both arms.

"Hey ya damn kid, watch where you're throwing those things!" he shouted out into the treeline, one hand clenched into a fist of indignation.

He then heard his new teacher's warning from above and found his eyebrow twitching slightly. Their first and only attempt at teamwork had failed, so in Raion's books that meant it was utterly pointless. Time for all out attacks of awesomeness! From him only, of course. Raion yanked his trusty sword from its resting place on his back, and held it firmly in both hands, before stepping forward. If he timed it just right, the boy theorized, he could hit Nori just before he reconnected with the ground. There was no way he could dodge when falling out of the sky! Right? RIGHT!

"Try this on for size!" he bellowed.

So with that, Raion bolted forward as Nori fell far enough, swinging his blade just as his teacher was about to reach the ground.

Twenty Seconds to Sundown

Somehow he had known. As soon as he was told about the fight transpiring between Church and a Runner from Sector Y, Henry knew it would descend into some sort of trouble. That's why he had brought his trusty crowbar. The fight itself went along calmly enough, as much as boxing matches can. Sure there was the occasional banter matches between opposing supporters, but nothing massively bad. Henry, being the quiet mild-mannered man he was, chose not to get involved. But his eyes were mainly fixed on Sector Y instead of the bout.

Still, when it all did kick off, as he felt it eventually would, he barely moved. In fact, he tried not to get involved. This went well until he saw some bastard right hook Kenna on her arm and send her clattering to the floor. At that point Henry threw himself wholly into the fray, barreling through the hysteria just to reach the culprit, instantly delivering a cracking strike to their rib cage upon getting close enough. The poor guy never saw it coming. His friend, however, had, and proceeded to thump Henry in the left eye. And surely enough it had left a bruise. That was nothing compared to the dislocated shoulder Henry had left him with though. As the riot raged on, Henry found himself with a split lip and ringing ear. But he hurtled on regardless, like a bull in a china shop, swinging his crowbar wildly. As things calmed down he had to be restrained in order to stop, apparently kicking and growling (though he doesn't remember that part). But stop he eventually did, panting wildly.

Henry was lucky. Had his rampage occurred in a smaller riot it would have been more noticeable. But the sheer scale of the brawl hid his little spree from most people, except for those effected or those who might care to keep an eye on him. And so, the next day, Henry simply got on with his simple routine. His left eye was now surrounded by a lovely purple circle, his lip was still split, his nose covered by a bandage and his ear still ringing a little. But aside from that he couldn't complain. It was strange, he thought, how calm everything was so suddenly afterward, as if no-one was holding a grudge against anyone anymore. That probably wouldn't last though. It never did.

As he busied himself with some rudimentary cleaning and a little bit of a training warm-up, Henry's ears picked up the distinctive tones of his Sector leader bellowing out. The man's head perked up, as a dog's might when its owner whistles. In a matter of seconds Henry had dropped what he was doing and bounded out of their living quarters. He arrived, albeit in last place again, in time to see two unfamiliar faces joining their little group. Silently he stalked up to the side of the rest of his Sector and stood rigidly, his cap shadowing the top half of his face, trusty face mask hanging limply around his neck and jacket undone. Henry shot some curious glances around, trying to see how much damage had been done to his teammates during the previous day's fiasco, before finally settling on Church.

He awaited news of their new purpose.

Twenty Seconds to Sundown

Prepare yourselves for the laziest recreations of characters ever!

(RUNNER)

Name: Henry Goodman
Age (16+): 24
Gender: Male
Nationality: British
Years as a Runner: 2 months

Description of appearance (and outfit): Ordinary brown hair, plain brown eyes, average build and height, a bit of stubble. Black running shoes, dark grey trousers, plain white t-shirt, dark green jacket, black face mask, pale green army cap. All worn over thermals.

A brief bio (complete with personality): Henry can't remember much from before, just that he had a wife and child (not that he can remember either of their names or whether his child was even a girl or a boy), and that his name was Henry Goodman. The Runners found him after his immunity kicked in. He was given the basic training, some odds for survival by cynical veterans and sent on his merry way to Sector V.

Melee weapon: Anti-Tabitha Crowbar

(OMEGA)

Name: Dominick Sutherland
Earned name: Ghost
Age (16+): 42
Born Omega/Turned from Runner: Turned Runner
Nationality: South African

Description of appearance: Well-toned, just over average height. Facial features and air hidden by a combination of a hood and a completely blank white mask, its only features two eye holes. Simple grey tunic with red lining is joined by a set of brown leather shoulder pads. Underneath is a simple long-sleeved black shirt, a pair of dark grey gloves, brown trousers and a pair of black boots.

A brief biography: Dom and his family moved to the UK when he was young, hoping to take advantage of the prosperity. Lost contact with all of them when the trouble started. Gradually regained his individuality through immunity and formed together with other similar people to start up what became the Runners. Put into Sector O and helped to establish the training regime still used to this day (though a slightly more advanced version). Loyally followed Sector O's leader in revolt and attack Parliament. Received significant burn wounds during the attack, from which point he wore his mask. Only original Omegas can even remember what he looked like or his actual name, all others refer to him simply as 'Ghost'. Well established as an Omega Elder.

Runner rival:

Specialty: Climbing. Dom can scale just about any height, regardless of the difficulty.

Melee weapon: His fists. Dom specializes in the martial art form of Aikido with some simple boxing stances mixed in for offensive purposes. He's also particularly adept at stealth and will use this to his advantage.
Long range weapon: Throwing knives. Whilst these can double-up as melee weapons, Dom usually uses them at range.
Brutality: Not great. Dom is usually unwilling to cause extensive pain to anyone who isn't a Specter or part of the government.
Goal as an Omega: Fulfill the original 'Cause'

(SPECTER)

Name: Thomas 'Spade' Daniels
Age (16+): 51
Age when enrolled as a specter: 45
Identification number: IO-0110
Gender: Male
Nationality: British
Years as a specter: 6
Description of appearance (and outfit): Thomas stands at a reasonable 5'11" and has broad shoulders. His features make up something you might expect from an old detective movie, as does his well groomed black hair and sharp green eyes. He dresses like it too, usually wearing a long suit coat over a similarly coloured three piece suit (and he has a suit for almost every occasion). This is rounded off with a matching fedora, which really completes that hard-boiled gumshoe look.

A brief bio (complete with personality): Having been a police officer for all his working life, Thomas desired order over everything. In his childhood he had been a massive fan of old detective books, comics and films, hoping he could emulate such heroic figures. He gradually worked his way through the ranks and found himself on the blue side of the riot shields when everything started to kick off. He viewed the rioters dimly and supported the government, appreciating all the work they had done to bring so much prosperity. The attack on parliament appalled him, and he was one of the first to join the Specters. His side-effect came in the form of complete distortion of the world around him. He now views everything in black and white, literally like an old detective movie. He commonly monologues and can usually hear some soothing jazz score in the background. He works as an Internal Officer for the Specters, rooting out weak links in the orginisation.

Melee weapon: Extendable baton, wielded with lethal precision.

Unarmed training: All the typical training you might expect of a Metropolitan officer. However, his new perception of the world has made this revert into a mix of amateur boxing, dirty tactics and general street fighting.

Extras: Thomas is allowed a .38 Smith & Wesson Special pistol, which he uses to great effect.

Ta-da, all character bios non-lovingly recreated so that I can jump right back into the mix without chucking down hours of effort. Because laziness, woooo!

Hi guys.

Pokémon Noir - Goldenrod

It was your typical kind of idyllic sunny day in the sleepy part of Kanto that Terrance lived in, as in the arse-end of nowhere. He had been sent out on the most exciting or errands. Going into town to buy some supplies. He could hardly wait! Which was a complete lie and the reason why he meandered along the dirt road in his family's trusty pickup truck. Samson, however, was having a great time. The Houndour was in the carriage, his two front paws up on the roof and his tail wagging ceaselessly, whilst his tongue hung out lazily from the side of his mouth. Every now and then he'd bark at sheep or cows who had strayed too close to the road. Only in a playful way. He liked to scare them.

Still, sooner or later they had to arrive at the small dusty town which stood in as the main centre for Terry's home area. The pickup trucks door opened unwillingly, screeching with every movement, before being slammed shut. The man whistled once and bounded down. To think just a week ago he'd still been with the army, gun in hand and ready for action. The fanfare was the biggest this area had seen when the few young men and women returned. As could be expected many mothers and fathers broke down in tears of joy, whilst there was always that somber edge of remembering those who hadn't made it home. But the buzz didn't last long, and the town turned itself back to the usual humdrum business of just living. So Terrance was thrown straight back into the life of a farmer, something he'd been unfamiliar with for thirteen years.

The bell above MacGreary's General Store rang out daintily as Terry walked through the door, Samson following close behind. Being on his best behavior. Old Man Mac was the most well known man in town. His big red face, lined by mutton chops, his shiny bald head and his rotund body were all pretty difficult to miss. Put them altogether and he became a regular celebrity. His face beamed when he saw Terry walk in.

"Ah, Terrance ma'boy!" his fancy cityfolk drawl was still pretty clear "How are you, how are you? Put it there son!" he took Terry's hand and clasped it in both of his, before shaking vigorously "I cannot tell you how wonderful it is to have all the young folk back! How is everything on the home front ma'boy?"

"Doin' jus' fine, thanks kindly for enquirin'. Been sent to collect them goods we ordered."

"Of course ma'boy, of course!" he wrapped one big thick arm around Terry's shoulders and headed back out the shop "We've got everything ready for you already. See, look there, Jim's already hard at work! Say now Jim, you be careful with those goods!" Mac lowered his voice "His a good boy, Jim, but a bit slow and the uptake."

Terry knew Jim, and he knew he wasn't slow. Mac just thought that about everyone from the countryside at first. Still, he was a good, honest man and you couldn't ask for more. Terry suddenly felt a small parcel being placed into his hands.

"I also set aside some choice sausages for your ma and pa. I know the Rationers are still going to be taking their pork for some time, so I wanted to thank you and your family in some small way."

"Well, much obliged Mac!" Terry replied, genuinely surprised.

They continued chit-chatting for some time, whilst Jim got on with his work, occasionally needing help from Terry or Mac, sometimes both. This went on for a while before a murmur, which had started as just normal background chat became much more noticeable. It was coming from The Dusty Bar, everyone's local watering hole.

"Now, what the devil do you suppose those patrons are yammering about?" Mac asked pointedly.

Terry replied with a shrug before approaching, followed first by Samson, then Mac and when curiosity finally got the best of him, Jim. As they closed in, Terrance began to pick out a few words from the small group gathered outside who were relaying the news from inside. 'Goldenrod', 'Fire', 'Station'. There was too much of a hubbub to pick things apart properly. His frustration was suddenly vocalized by good ol' Mac.

"I say there, stand aside people! Let a veteran through! Clear a path!"

At first people were slow to move, but soon changed their mind when Mac went barreling forward, clearing the way for Terry, Sam and Jim to follow. They got in just in time to hear the radio repeat the news.

"...I say again. Goldenrod City Train Station has been bombed. A massive explosion has just torn through the structure and it's hard to say how much damaged has been done and whether anyone has been hurt. The smoke can be seen around all the city and reports are coming in it was felt from outside the city! We have no idea who carried this attack out or why. Suffice to say causalities are likely to be high. The fire brigade and other emergency services are doing what they ca-"

It was at this point that Terrance's hearing drifted away from the radio and it just became static. All he could hear was explosions and slowly his hands balled up into fists and he began to shake. He stayed like this until a slight nudging brought him back as Samson nuzzled his hand. Terry gave a weak smile to the Houndour and ruffled the canine's head. He could hear that Mac had started talking to others, speaking of their mutual disbelief and guessing at what could of happened, or why. Terrance had had enough, he pulled down his flat cap a bit more and weaved out, mentioning to Jim that he would finish loading up the goods.

Once outside Terry took a long breath and allowed himself a few moments to regain his composure. He had no idea what happened in there, but he sure as Hell didn't want it happening again. The man made quick work of what was left to be done, jumped back into the truck, with Samson now in the passenger seat and slowly trundled back out of town.

Pokémon Noir - Goldenrod

I'm here, just returned from one of my frequent weekend saunters.

Twenty Seconds to Sundown

WHOAH, WHOAH....whoah...why do these things pop up without me realising? Sheesh guys, c'mon.

I don't think I have any of my CSs anymore, so I'll have to try and re-write them as best as I can.

Pokémon Noir - Goldenrod

Trainer’s Papers

Trainer name: Terrance Hammond (aka Terry)

Gender: Male

Date of Birth [Age]: 23/02/1895 (29)

Region of Origin: Kanto

Physical description: Standing at a not-at-all unreasonable height, Terry's rough dark hair is kept tucked underneath a tatty old flat cap, which also shades his narrow brown eyes and thick eyebrows. He wears a simple khaki-coloured woolen-overcoat, a pair of fingerless gloves and some sturdy boots, along with the other usual fare of clothing.

Occupation during war: Kanto Ranger

Post-War Occupation: Unemployed

Brief Biography: Born to a family farmer's, Terry was destined for the simple life. Or so he would have been had war not come their way. His father was too old to fight, and Terry too young. But that wasn't about to stop him. He lied about his age to the recruitment office, and was swiftly bundled away along with his trusty Houndour, whom had already had for three years, raising and training the Pokemon himself. Having good knowledge of terrain and some rudimentary hunting skills, Terry was trained as a Kanto Ranger. Once finished he was two years older and gained a new Pokemon, his Pidgeotto.

His first, and only, deployment was to Agata Forest, where soon the horrors of war set in. Far from being the glorious duel he had imagined it to be, Terry soon discovered it was horrendous. People he had trained with died around him, and although their strike against the Sinnoh forces was successful, Terry still found himself a little shaken. After their initial successes, however, the Kanto Rangers were cut off and surrounded in the forest. Whilst Terry and the others took part in sporadic raids on Sinnoh patrols or supply lines, there was no way for them to break out.

When war finally ended, all those who were drafted after the war and therefore not considered career soldiers were demobilised. That included Terry. But the years had worn on him. 13 years of fighting will do that. Whilst he did initially return home, to much fanfare, the man found himself restless. He could not re-settle into the life of a farmer. He needed more. To keep busy, to keep his mind off of the war. So he set off for Goldenrod City, following the mostly disused railway tracks by foot and taking his two trusty Pokemon with him.

There he will seek his fortune.

Legal alignment: Lawful

Player Inventory: Two Pokeballs, a burlap sack tied to a stick, a bundle of extra socks, some loose coins and notes in his pockets, a multi-tool pocket knife, two cans of beans and a pack of matches.

Pokémon’s Papers

"Samson", a Houndour

Name: Samson
Species: Houndour
Gender: Male

Type: Dark/Fire

Physical description: Sam looks pretty like any Houndour, save for a few grey hairs around his muzzle, and a diagonal crack across the bone on his head.

Met: Home Farm (Kanto)/1908

Brief personality description: Sam, whilst fiercely loyal and loving toward Terry, is constantly suspicious toward strangers, almost to the point of outright hostility. He's a big softy at heart though really

Relationship with trainer: Terry and Sam have been best friends for years, helping each other whilst hunting and watching each other's backs during the war. Their bond is about as good as you could hope for when it comes to a trainer and their Pokemon.

Move Set:
[Crunch] [Fire Fang]
[Odor Sleuth][Feint Attack]

"Icarii", a Pidgeotto

Name: Icarii

Species: Pidgeotto

Gender: Female

Type: Normal/Flying

Physical description: Icarii's front feather is a pale yellow as opposed to the usual red, and a scar runs down from her right eye.
Met: Kanto Training Grounds/1913

Brief personality description: Icarii is magnanimous in victory, humble and sometimes slightly aloof. Rarely making a sound, her silence is unnerving to some.

Relationship with trainer: Terry and Icarii's is one born out of each other's respect for their hunting capabilities and martial skills. The partnership started as purely professional, slowly grew into cordial and became a full-flegded friendship by the time the war was coming to an end.

Move Set:
[Fly] [Quick Attack]
[Agility][Sand Attack]

"Senty", a Sentret

Name: Senty

Species: Sentret

Gender: Male

Type: Normal

Physical description: Senty is small and meek looking, and notably underweight.
Met: Somewhere along the railroad/1924

Brief personality description: Senty is cripplingly shy, utterly timid and jumps at his own shadow.

Relationship with trainer: Senty was found alone and starving on the tracks, apparently abdoned by persons unknown. Though he had little food himself, Terry was unwilling to leave the little Pokemon. Senty is somewhat willing to trust Terry.

Move Set:
[Scratch] [Foresight]
[Defense Curl]

The Inheritance Game (Reboot)

I'm still here...watching... O_O

Naruto : The Rise of The New Generations

Speaking of Skype, could I grab some details regarding that so as to join any discussions?

Also; welcome back Jacob.

Teplee

Blandman is here to save the day!

Agent Name: Daniel Grey

Agent Country of Origin: United Kingdom

D.O.B: 21/11/1961

ID No.: #0678366

D.O.D: 1991

Prior (Cold War) Employment: UK Army (Engineer)

Current Employment: Barman at The Salty Cervice Inn

Agent Biography: Born in Brixton, London, Daniel's early life was a mixed state of affairs. A good family provided him a warm place to stay, but his close group of friends usually found themselves on the wrong side of the law. Nothing more serious than common assault, but enough to gain a bit of a record in his teenage years. School was a nuisance and there was little to do outside of it, and few prospects for a decent job for a lad of his disposition.

So the army was inevitable really. Never mind the fact it was a running theme in his family (dating back to his great-grandfather), but really they were the only people who would even take him on. At the age of 18, in 1979, Daniel joined the Royal Engineers, got shaped up something fierce by his Sergeant Major and learned the trade as a Mechanical Engineer. He bloody loved it. The grease, the cogs, all the bits in-between. He'd never had any idea how much he'd like it, nor how much of a knack he had for the task. The combat side of things was just seen as a necessary evil in his eyes. Something he had to go through, but never really took much notice of.

When the Falklands War kicked off, Daniel was shipped off to the front. This was where his 'power' would shine through. During the Battle of Goose Green, Daniel was taken by surprise by an Argentine conscript soldier. The bullet, which should have been his end, passed straight through and into the rock formation behind him. With both men baffled, the enemy soldier dropped his weapon and surrendered, terrified of what he had witnessed. The event was also viewed by Daniel's squad and commanding officer, who included it in a report. This little known report was picked up by Project Deimos, who subtlety took the young soldier aside when the Falklands was done.

They explained their purpose, goals, aims, mission as it were and implored Daniel to sign-up. He did so and gained himself some valuable experience in the process. Unknown to him (but very much known to the Project) his grand-father had been involved decades ago after exhibiting the same power (though being able to use it much better). His father had also been monitored, but after showing no signs of inheriting the power, the Project deemed it not to be hereditary. It seemed it had just skipped a generation.

After intensive training, Daniel was deployed in the Gulf War to 'test out' his newly honed powers. Though he still couldn't Phase separate body parts, he could still confer the ability to objects as big as a jeep (even preventing one from being hit by a rocket), and he proved a terror at breaching rooms being able to literally jump through a wall and take the enemy at complete unawares. Though a massive success, by the time he returned it was all over. Project Deimos was finished. The war was over before it had even started. Daniel was, of course, relieved. No-one wanted a mass nuclear war. But there was still that little niggling part of him which resented not being able to really flex his muscles as it were.

He, along with other agents, was shipped off to Teplee, where he settled into the role of a Barman. He had been offered a mechanic position, but refused. His love for all things mechanical was now to remain as his own little hobby, and no-one else's business. That isn't to say people don't ask him for help with little tasks.
Psych Evaluation: Daniel is a crusader with no cause to fight anymore. He is, essentially, obsolete and this weighs heavily on the man. The thought manifests itself as him being rather dour, continually surly and generally a rather unpleasant chap to anyone who he doesn't consider a friend. People only talk to them if they absolutely want a drink, or if they have a mechanical problem they just can't fix. Otherwise, Daniel has just about distanced himself from everyone else, even former lovers and friends.

Physical features: A mop of messy dirt-blonde hair grows just past his ears but is well-maintained, as is his beard (which seems mandatory for most men in Teplee). His deep set green eyes are constantly hidden underneath a scowl, his strong jaw and chin covered by previously mentioned beard. Though having lost some muscles from negligence, Daniel is still physically fit (for his age). He usually wears a variety of checkered-shirt, dirty old jeans and simple brown leather boots. These are accompanied by a bomber jacket and padded cap when outside, as well as sturdy leather gloves.

‘Lassus’ Power: 'Phasing' - Daniel possesses the power to become incorporeal for a stretch of time. His longest recorded time is six hours, at which point he needed a toilet break and stopped, so it is unknown if there is any time limit. He is able to pass through solid objects, or allow them to pass through him, whether it be a stone, bullet, rocket or person. As previously mentioned the largest object he can confer this power to is a jeep, and he is yet to learn how to get the power to affect just certain parts of his body.

Purposes this ability served during wartime: Enforcer/Combat Operative. Daniel would have been tasked with taking part in raids, ambushes and other combat related operations. He may also have been used for minor infiltration ops.

Notes: Daniel maintains an impressive fleet of vehicles, with two jeeps, a car and a motorbike, all lovingly maintained. He's also partial to some hunting when the season is right, and therefore owns a hunting rifle.