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Naruto: Birth of a Better Generation

Prince said
So, for anyone wanting to know just how overpowered I made the Jounin Commander, there's a CS for him. He's pretty broken, but for good reason... most of it was given to him.

Kinda looking forward to reading Hosuka's profile now.

Hero's Legacy: Initiation [OOC]

Still accepting?

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The Renegade Spirit

Name: Javier "Spirit" Vasquez
Age: 17
Personality: Javier has a strong sense of hate, self loathing, and a strong sense of justice. He has an incredibly accurate moral compass, yet has no faith in the police, in the justice of policy, or the strength of Superheroes. Javier has an almost egotistical desire to solve the world's problems himself. He believes that the only way to execute justice is by ensuring that there is no possible area for error or failure. He doesn't put faith in others and truly only believes in himself, however he does believe in innocence and righteousness, but he also knows that every man holds the capacity to be corrupt. As such, he doesn't offer his secrets or his back to just about anyone. He is paranoid to a fault and judgmental to no end.

One key aspect of Javier's personality is his hatred of crime. He detests criminals, villains and those that protect them. He believes that a crime holds no value, no matter the motivation or purpose, and that those that break the law deserve punishment. Javier believes that this punishment shouldn't have any restraint either. He would be quick to kill a criminal, without remorse or mercy, regardless of what they say or how much they beg. He'd beat a man senseless for stealing even if he stole so that his daughter could eat, simply because that man stole and was a criminal. He is immune to persuasion, often times, and will only side with those he believes are virtuous and morally just. He holds no sympathy or consideration for those that break the law or commit sin indulgently for themselves.

He is dedicated to this cause to snuff out evil with his own strength. He would endure any amount of pain or personal punishment in order to exact his self decided version of justice. He holds an almost unnatural persistence in that he will continue to fight even when he's beaten down and he'll continue towards his goal no matter how many obstacles present themselves. He holds an incredible pain tolerance, not because pain doesn't bother him, but because he can push himself to keep on going even when he endures some of the worst sorts of injuries.

He is a killer. He has a cold, dark personality and finds little to nothing humorous. He is young, incredibly so, however his hard life steeled him and created a detached, uncaring, unloving assassin that lives for his goal of issuing retribution upon those that deserve righteous commendation. He doesn't smile or laugh, but he does frown, scowl, grumble and offer intense, bloodthirsty glances at someone instead. He's learned through the years that just about everyone has a dark secret and just about everyone deserves to be beaten senseless for their sins, however he saves his acts for those that he believes are truly, incredibly, hauntingly evil.

If anyone were to look at Javier they would say he has a somewhat dark, intimidating presence. He has dark eyes, shadowed by years of skipping out on sleep, and a broad jaw that is permanently forming a displeased expression. Biologically, he has a tough guy look and he is not a man for words and, when he does speak, he usually has a disrespectful, disinterested, insulting tone. He holds no care for the feelings of others and, as such, he carries himself with that same uncaring aura. Despite his personality, his strong sense of justice does propel him forward to defend or protect someone in need from someone that needs to be punished. It isn't that he cares about life or the feelings of others, or even about the suffering others endure. All he cares about is that unfairness, corruption, violence, cruelty and malevolence is squashed and destroyed and he'd even go as far as to use corruption, violence, cruelty and malevolence to eradicate it.

History: Javier Vasquez is a Brazilian born North American. He traveled quite a bit in his early live, traveling all over South America, but, as the young Javier protested, his family finally settled in Canada when he was 14. Throughout all that time of traveling, Javier held considerable control over his ability. He was able to utilize the ability by will and could flicker in and out of view as he wished. He would sometimes openly display his abilities in public, which his parents would always forbid, however he held no desire to follow their or the rules of anyone else. He was fairly rebellious when he was young, but he wasn't the sort of kid that caused trouble.

Unfortunately, one week before his 15th Birthday, his parents were both killed and he was forcibly abducted. He saw his parents die, right in front of him. The both of them were shot clean in the head. He'd been taken down through drugs and was transported to the United States of America. He traveled south from Washington and was delivered to Los Angles where he met a highly intelligent Anthony Drehovh. Anthony was smart and had a desire to capture as many Metahumans as he could to find some way to isolate their abilities so that he could use them for himself. His experiments were newsworthy even though his intentions were always covered up. Due to his methods of abducting metahumans and, after a number of long tests and experiments, he'd leave them without their limbs, sawed open, in some abandoned building. He grew a reputation as the Hack Surgeon serial murderer of Los Angles.

Javier Hernandez was his next target.
Anthony started with mind games. He explained to Javier that the reason that the boy's parents were dead was because Javier showed off so much. It was because of Javier that Anthony found out about Javier and, despite how many times they moved around, how he eventually found them. This completely broke Javier, just as Anthony wanted. However, Javier refused to be a willing participant. Javier tried his hand at running, only to receive an intense electric shock at his attempt. It was then that Anthony decided that force was necessary.

He tortured the 14 year old boy well through his 15th birthday. However, it wouldn't be long before, gaining an advanced control over his ability through all the pain and suffering, that Javier devised a way out. Javier learned a lot about Anthony. He learned about the way Anthony thought about things and applied that to his own knowledge. Javier couldn't deny that Anthony wasn't incredibly intelligent, no matter how much he hated him. Anthony hated the world. He hated everything about the world. He hated the good things about the world and the bad things about the world. The only thing that Anthony really cherished was himself and what he could do for himself. Anthony was gluttonous, destructive, and unnecessarily violent and it was through watching this man that Javier shaped his own view of the world, but he never fell sway to Anthony's threats or charms. Javier knew he would kill him. He swore he would.

3 months after being tortured, Anthony decided that he held no use for Javier and wanted the boy chopped up and put on display in the middle of some public library. This was Jaiver's chance. Javier taunted and antagonized Anthony, claiming he wouldn't do anything himself. As such, it was Anthony that was going to be the one that would torture the boy. Anthony decided to humor Javier and end the kid's life with his own hands, it wasn't like he was immune to doing his own dirty work. That would be the one mistake of his entire life.

Anthony had a good grasp on Javier's abilities.
There was a certain chemical reaction, starting from the brain, that ran through Javier just before he utilized his ability. He was able to focus in on that reaction and enabled an electric shock to disestablish the biological reflex of Javier's utilizing his power and, in reaction, cause a convulsion that retracted that reflex. He had it all down to a science. There was nothing he felt intimidated by regarding Javier's ability, however there were aspects of that power that Javier found out through all the torture and the agonizing shocks that Anthony didn't know.

With a little bit of concentration, after the 5 or 6th slice of that incredibly sharp blade, Javier was able to freeze solid the restraining device that was implanted in his body and, without worry or care, break from it. There was a piece still stuck in him, the end mostly frozen, but it gave him the mobility to reach out and grab Anthony's heart before phasing it clean out the man's chest. Gunshots were fired, men ran for Javier, but it was already too late. He tore the heart from Anthony's chest before becoming a frosty flicker of colors and shapes.

He managed to get himself free from the lowest level of the facility before he realized he'd been shot twice, had blood oozing from the deep cuts Anthony thought to share, and the excruciating pain of a metal instruments still inside his body was becoming a problem. Still, he couldn't stop. He forced himself to keep going just as he managed to get through all those sessions with Anthony and Anthony's henchmen. His slowing pace required that Anthony be only one of many kills that night. He had to go through men with armor, guns, specialized traps and a few dangerous miscellaneous technological devices...They were all prepared for a Meta-human to fight back, but Javier was special. His ability was better than just any Metahuman. As such, he mowed through them, killing 9 additional men and wounding 4 others.

Javier managed to escape only to collapse a few miles away in a backyard of someone.
He awoke three days later in a hospital bed. He'd been in and out a few times, but he was finally fully conscious at that point. The doctors were quick to question him. He'd had more than a few surgeries the passed couple days and even flat lined once for a few seconds. He never answered them. He never knew what to say to them anyway. He'd lost so much and now had nothing left but a burning hatred that was not sedated by Anthony's death. Whether purposely or by extension, Javier inherited a bit of Anthony's pessimism and hatred, however it was completely directed towards criminals like Anthony who could do the things they did for so long and never be caught. It disgusted him. As Javier sat in his hospital bed, ignoring doctors and physicians, he only felt that he hated the way this world was more and more.

He had to change it.
A week after first waking up he sneaked out. He managed to commandeer a vehicle and it's keys and drove all the way until the gas ran out and, immediately after, robbed a bank and stole yet another car once the cops were off his trail. He managed to get into a squabble with another Metahuman playing hero, which he reflexively tore all the ribs from. Managing to find yet another vehicle he drove all the way to the east coast where he looked up someone to stay with through a public computer and, paying up front, the young kid found a willing tenant. He picked up a part-time job, planning on paying back all the money he stole and for the vehicles he stole, he remembered who and where they were from, he started to make a plan for his future.

He hated the way things were in the world.
There were so many crimes that went unsolved and there were so many villains that were simply given a slap on the wrist. He hated how that happened and he hated those that allowed it to happen. There wasn't any mercy for criminals. To Javier, everyone of those evildoers had the potential to be just like Anthony Drehovh. He wanted to end them all and rid this world of all evil. As such, he brandished an alterego in which he would take justice into his own hands.

He first started with simple things. He stopped street fights, he tracked down and beat the life out of thieves, gangsters, drug dealers, prostitutes and crooked cops. He learned a lot about fighting during those years. He always wore a bandana around his chin. The bandana was a skull's chin which had a sharp contrast with his dark, cold eyes. He made sure to always wear ski gloves and black, sleep tennis shoes suited for running. The rest of his uniform varied, but the ski mask was always donned. He called himself the Shadow of Justice which later turned into the Devil of Blackstreet, but everyone called him Spirit. It was due to the fact that he could slip through walls, seemingly from the darkness of shadows, and always worked only at night.

Eventually, he adopted the title too and became Spirit. When he was 17 he traveled to Detroit to put a huge dent in the chaos of organized, and disorganized, crime. He planned to spread the wrathful, all encompassing might of Spirit to all that dared to breed evil and injustice openly. Despite being young, he's been in many fights the passed few years. He is good at killing others and has never regretted a single kill in his entire life. Still, he is very young and he is still fairly inexperienced. However, one thing he does know really well is how criminal minds typically work and he uses this knowledge to find and uncover criminals so that he can punish them with the heaviest weight of justice.

Powers/Abilities:

Phase-Out
He possesses a powerful ability that he refers to as Phase-Out. The ability allows Javier to become intangible and invisible for as long as he can hold his breath. His Phase-Out enables him to travel through solid, physical objects and to be unseen by ordinary field of vision. Walking through walls, surviving an explosion, and even being undetectable by various sophisticated sensors is all completely possible for him. This powerful ability can be subjective in how he wishes to use it as well. He could Phase-Out just his arms or legs, to allow them to slip into something, or he could even Phase-Out something he is in contact with, living or non-living. He is able to, at his strongest, Phase-Out anything as large as another person, however he hasn't been able to do anything larger and, when doing small animals, they will suffocate if they don't think to hold their breathing. Using this ability he could send his arm into a specific space, clean through all dimensions in his path, to retrieve something and cause it to become as ghostly intangible as he is and equally as invisible. The user is also able to Phase-Out objects on them, such as shackles or even illnesses, by concentrating.

Phase-Out is a powerful ability. One notable feature about the ability is that it drastically cools the body of the user, thus they are a few degrees colder than they were before they used the ability, and sometimes frost or ice could be seen clinging to them. When the user reappears the air around them is chilled significantly and, if there is considerable amounts of moisture in the air, ice could form underneath or around the user. Despite the cold chill, the user isn't bothered by the temperature drop, despite their body being dangerously low in temperature, and they are able to, coincidentally, survive below freezing temperatures a great deal better than ordinary individuals. The user has a higher capacity to resist, withstand and endure below freezing temperatures.

Null-Shock
Untapped.

Freeze-Out
Untapped.

Equipment:

• 1 Combat Knife


• 50 Throwing Knives


• Boomerang Knife


• 2 Cyclone Blades; Extendable


• 20 Feet of Wire

Other: Has various scars all over his body from his life and experiences.
Appearance: Link

Sew of the Soul [Sci-Fi]

I would honestly prefer a character dump over posting them in the OOC, just for organizational purposes.
Not here though. Soon. :)

Sew of the Soul [Sci-Fi]

Awesome! Glad to have you guys aboard.

Sew of the Soul [Sci-Fi]

Same name, but completely different story.

Naruto: Birth of a Better Generation

Fortunately, Kyo wasn't the only one that was lost. Taiho too was a lost Genin without any sense of purpose or direction, however Taiho was lost because of a different reason. His specification letter, which detailed all the information related to his future team assignment, had been stolen. Luckly, Kyo had at least seen such a letter. So, as Taiho started to walk by, Kyo offered a gesture that attracted the young Genin's attention. It was a fortunate coincidence that Taiho walked clean by Kyo, whom would be able to recognize Taiho, even with all the injuries. They were both in the same place, had the same assignment, and at least Kyo knew exactly what Taiho looked like. That made the both of them a little less lost, despite equally being without direction.

Taiho was still as beaten and battered as a boy that was pummeled would be and, which Taiho immediately noticed, Kyo looked a little sweaty and smelled of iron and firewood. Taiho was highly observant, contrary to how he outwardly appeared, and saw all the minor tell-tale signs that gave away Kyo's occupation. The ridged knuckles from holding a hammer for long periods, the tan around the face, from looking down at searing hot metals, and the broad shoulders from the arduous work of smithing were all obvious for Taiho, but would have been missed by anyone else that offered a quick glance. That was all coupled with the smell. Especially the boy's hair, which really smelled like iron and wood fire. He was a smith, clearly. Taiho knew nothing about the boy's family, particularly, but his high height and his stature told Taiho that this boy was from the Yoru clan, a clan of smiths. Taiho never associated with one before, but he saw them moving about the town from his window sometimes and, when he did actually go outside, he saw a few of them lugging large, heavy bands of materials on their stocky shoulders. The impression Taiho always had was that they held some natural strength about them.

Taiho didn't introduce himself outright, instead he looked around.
From their short meeting, Taiho found out that there would be a total of three of them. It would be Kyo, himself, and a female Chuunin named Shio Nara. Taiho knew nothing about the girl and an equally less about the Nara clan, other than they commonly had dark hair, were slim, and could manipulate shadows to a degree. He'd never heard her name before or seen her in the academy, even in his younger years starting out. Even with a picture, Taiho couldn't match the picture to anything, which was unusual for a boy that spent hours upon hours looking out a window throughout his life.

Taiho had been late and, clearly, Kyo had been late. However, as Taiho scanned this training field, he didn't even see this Shio Nara around. Was she late or had she simply grew tired of waiting? Should they go and find this person or was it more opportune to just wait here, displaying some semblance of temperance and patience? This could be a test, though Taiho didn't honestly care about passing or failing it. He hadn't been told to pass any additional tests thus there wasn't any reason to put the extra effort to do such. If he wasn't told to do something he wasn't going to do it. Simple, however that also left him without the ability to decide what to do next. As groups were made and those groups started to deviate from the training field it was becoming pretty obvious that the two of them were going to, eventually, be the only ones left standing.

Taiho wouldn't complain. He wasn't a whiner or a gossiper. He wouldn't talk bad about himself, others, or his future instructor, nor did he have the capacity. He didn't judge others and he was a servant of complacency, as he didn't try harder than he needed and didn't find any reason or purpose in trying to be proactive without direction. Thus, he'd wait. He'd wait unless Kyo suggested something different. He wouldn't offer any conversation either, unless Kyo started to speak with him first and he wouldn't follow after Kyo either, unless Kyo asked him to follow along.

Sew of the Soul [Sci-Fi]

You were born with a terrible genetic heart disorder. Your poor, tiny little heart could barely manage each and every beat, but you survived. By means of technology, medicine, and a little bit of courageous will you managed to make it into your early teens before everything started to go down hill again. Your heart wouldn't make it any longer. The doctors gave you maybe a year, if you were lucky. There wasn't any hope for you, it seemed. Your family was drowning in hospital bills and you spent everyday of your youth looking out a simple window into an always populated parking lot with the smell of antiseptic filling your nose.

All hope seemed lost.
You may have lost all hope too, during those times in that cool hospital room. There wasn't any method to cure or treat such a debilitating, destructive disease. You were fortunate to have lived as long as you had, really.

However, one day, you were offered an impossible chance.
A company titled Acceleron was offering a treatment for your incurable disease. They were offering something as outrageous as a complete heart transplant with a completely artificial heart that would not only act as well as the former heart, but it would cure every trace of the genetic disease. They were offering this experimental procedure for free and even offered to cover all your outstanding bills and offer a payment for enlisting into the service. 200,000 USD for every year the enlisted donee is alive.

It was a win-win.
The chances were you'd survive, have your family's debt paid off, and you'd receive a nice payment afterwards. If you died during operation then you were simply dying a few months earlier than you were projected too.

Naturally, you took this option.
Little did you know that Acceleron had different motivations in store.

You survived and, just like they said, you felt amazing. You felt strong and alert and were able to do things that you'd never been able to do before. You could run and jump and even freely travel around your home without having to worry about an attack or losing consciousness. You were free for the first time in your life...Only, that's what you thought.

As the years went by, you started to realize things about yourself.
You were stronger than normal sometimes. Sometimes you were a little too fast or a little too strong and, most importantly, you never became winded. No matter how you forced your lungs to demand air you never were breathless and, no matter how fast you ran, you were always able to almost instantly recover. Another large thing was your interaction with electricity. Through the years, you realized that you would sometimes zap someone or you would cause an electrical instrument to malfunction. There were weird occurrences where sometimes a device would become alert as you focused on it or you would become notably warmer, by a few degrees, as your emotions fluctuated. You also noticed that you would, rarely, see men in all black and trench coats would be watching you. They were always around when one of these strange occurrences would transpire...Making the situation all the more unusual.

As you grew older, you realized you could control these strange occurrences.
Some of you could fire a bolt of electricity out of your hands, roasting a target.
Others could supercharge their bodies, sending commanding instructions to their muscles, to vastly increase their strength, speed, or defensive capabilities.
There were a few that could command electronic devices to do as they say.

You hold a power. It started slowly, developing as you did, and now its just barely graspable. You aren't human. You are more than human. You hold the power to command electricity to perform incredible, supernatural abilities. Some can fly, others manipulate magnets, a few hyper accelerate matter, others were able to charge things...The capabilities are as diverse as people are different. What does it mean? Was it on purpose or accident? How will you use this growing power? Who are the Black Coats? Does Acceleron know about this?

That's for you to find out as you embark on this journey.
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Sci-Fi style Rp. Set in the not-too-far-off 2120. Technology is advanced and space travel is possible, however there are no aliens.

Character would have one unique power and it would be developed through the Rp.

Looking for somewhere around 5-10 players maybe?

The details of the setting will be broken down in more detail in the OOC. This is just the (as simple as I can make it) Interest. I'll go into detail about the world, government, Acceleron, public knowledge of the Heart Donors, and the level of Technology.

Advanced Level

Anyone interested?

Sew of the Soul [Sci-Fi]

You were born with a terrible genetic heart disorder. Your poor, tiny little heart could barely manage each and every beat, but you survived. By means of technology, medicine, and a little bit of courageous will you managed to make it into your early teens before everything started to go down hill again. Your heart wouldn't make it any longer. The doctors gave you maybe a year, if you were lucky. There wasn't any hope for you, it seemed. Your family was drowning in hospital bills and you spent everyday of your youth looking out a simple window into an always populated parking lot with the smell of antiseptic filling your nose.

All hope seemed lost.
You may have lost all hope too, during those times in that cool hospital room. There wasn't any method to cure or treat such a debilitating, destructive disease. You were fortunate to have lived as long as you had, really.

However, one day, you were offered an impossible chance.
A company titled Acceleron was offering a treatment for your incurable disease. They were offering something as outrageous as a complete heart transplant with a completely artificial heart that would not only act as well as the former heart, but it would cure every trace of the genetic disease. They were offering this experimental procedure for free and even offered to cover all your outstanding bills and offer a payment for enlisting into the service. 200,000 USD for every year the enlisted donee is alive.

It was a win-win.
The chances were you'd survive, have your family's debt paid off, and you'd receive a nice payment afterwards. If you died during operation then you were simply dying a few months earlier than you were projected too.

Naturally, you took this option.
Little did you know that Acceleron had different motivations in store.

You survived and, just like they said, you felt amazing. You felt strong and alert and were able to do things that you'd never been able to do before. You could run and jump and even freely travel around your home without having to worry about an attack or losing consciousness. You were free for the first time in your life...Only, that's what you thought.

As the years went by, you started to realize things about yourself.
You were stronger than normal sometimes. Sometimes you were a little too fast or a little too strong and, most importantly, you never became winded. No matter how you forced your lungs to demand air you never were breathless and, no matter how fast you ran, you were always able to almost instantly recover. Another large thing was your interaction with electricity. Through the years, you realized that you would sometimes zap someone or you would cause an electrical instrument to malfunction. There were weird occurrences where sometimes a device would become alert as you focused on it or you would become notably warmer, by a few degrees, as your emotions fluctuated. You also noticed that you would, rarely, see men in all black and trench coats would be watching you. They were always around when one of these strange occurrences would transpire...Making the situation all the more unusual.

As you grew older, you realized you could control these strange occurrences.
Some of you could fire a bolt of electricity out of your hands, roasting a target.
Others could supercharge their bodies, sending commanding instructions to their muscles, to vastly increase their strength, speed, or defensive capabilities.
There were a few that could command electronic devices to do as they say.

You hold a power. It started slowly, developing as you did, and now its just barely graspable. You aren't human. You are more than human. You hold the power to command electricity to perform incredible, supernatural abilities. Some can fly, others manipulate magnets, a few hyper accelerate matter, others were able to charge things...The capabilities are as diverse as people are different. What does it mean? Was it on purpose or accident? How will you use this growing power? Who are the Black Coats? Does Acceleron know about this?

That's for you to find out as you embark on this journey.

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Sci-Fi style Rp. Set in the not-too-far-off 2120. Technology is advanced and space travel is possible, however there are no aliens.

Character would have one unique power and it would be developed through the Rp.

Looking for somewhere around 5-10 players maybe?

The details of the setting will be broken down in more detail in the OOC. This is just the (as simple as I can make it) Interest. I'll go into detail about the world, government, Acceleron, public knowledge of the Heart Donors, and the level of Technology.

Advanced Level

Anyone interested?

Naruto: Birth of a Better Generation

Woosh.
Sorry i'm been gone. Busy with military stuff.

Naruto - Legend of the Bijuu's - Part I - OOC

Who's still in this rp?