Fallenreaper

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

@Super Meteor

welcome aboard new comer, don't worry though, they're not as crazy as they seem i promise.

@Liseran Thistle

That's because we haven't scared you off yet. 😂

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

@Super Meteor Run while you can... *claws at the floor then is pulled back into the RP darkness* RUN!

Jk, welcome to the motley crew called Create-A-Hero, just pick some partners and hop into the Madness. :3

On the Verge of War, new leaves spring.

@Fallenreaper

Easily could have been from the outskirts of town, late because of a detour, then assigned to a squad by the hokages right hand man (like shikamaru is to Naruto)

Or join after the first mission

@Tsukai

I think I might join after the first mission as it would feel more natural and use the detour idea. I can also see where the numbers are for the squads and even them out.

On the Verge of War, new leaves spring.

@KillBox@Kurisa@Saltwater Thief@FourthKing

I'm very sorry for letting you lot down, I had completely forgotten to post. I'd be lying if I said I still had motivation to continue, unfortunately I don't. Please can I be skipped? Perhaps an npc Jounin came and got Yarin to take her to a new squad? I feel like 5 people in one posting order is too much anyway...

@AbigailTenshi

If it makes you feel better, I'm having a hard time figuring out how to jump in. Especially explaining why Masshiro is late or how he is supposed to know which squad to join or anything. >_> Sort of the big roadblock for why I haven't posted for him yet.

Formaroth Part 2: Throne of Lies

An Unorthodox Warning

Location: Claus’ headquarters to Nyhem’s Docks
Time: Late Afternoon, Week 3 and Day 1 after the party.
Collab with: @JaisonJ97/@TheDuncanMorgan, @Klomster, and @Fallenreaper

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Kiseo’s hands clasped her cloak tightly to her. Underneath it, her fur held the bitter breeze at bay as it traveled across the autumn air. Her feet darted across the dirt path which led up to Claus’ new headquarters. She paused at the door and raised her head, her lower muzzle barely stuck out from under the hood. Feline eyes absorbed the modest, but sturdy building for a moment. It amazed her that some individuals trained in taking blood could construct something practical.

The building was abuzz with activity, men were moving things, installing walls and one wall was being coated with tar with its distinct smell filling the area.

Thick wooden planks were being fitted to the walls this time insulated with sawdust. It looked more like a wooden fortress than a mansion now.

The chest high wall surrounding the yard was being constructed, rough stones being lain and mortared to place, in some places the iron fence that was spiked on top of the wall had been installed as well, the new gate was finished, a black burnt linseed oil coating protecting the barely decorated iron pole gate. It’s primary decor was simplistic spearheads to add detail, but primarily to keep nosy people from climbing over it.

On the front the gate was only slightly more than a metre from the house itself, but Kiseo could see that there was a lot more space in the back.

Her mind returned to the task at hand. She gently rapped on the black bell hanging beside the gate, her figure stepped to the centre so anyone that answered could easily see her.

While most of the corps-men on the front had already seen her, none had stepped away from their work until she rang the bell.

From the oak wood door that was now the main door of the house stepped a corpsman with halberd and opened the gate outwards, letting Kiseo avoid the opening gate.

-”Kiseo, nice to see ya! Just go right in, Claus is in there somewhere.” He informed, letting Kiseo inside.

Kiseo’s throat let out a soft, audible purr. The sound rattled for several moments before she calmed it down then stepped cautiously inside. Her hands clasped together in front of her while she took in the interior’s decoration. The first sight was a large fire pit in the room’s center, the floor made of stone stretched to the wooden walls. Soot and smoke rose to the chimney where a pipe caught then guided it out.

Two men were tending to the slow roasting pig. It sizzled on an iron spit and was held up by two hooks, the men delicately turned it so often. It reminded her that she had forgotten to eat before she left. Ignoring her pain, she stepped farther into the spacious room.

Farther in, the other men continued to move about the pair. Their arms hoisted planks, various wood, furs, and even straw before they vanished down the hall. She assumed they were preparing the quarters for sleeping. Many residents in the city preferred beds raised off the cold floor. Tables sided the walls surrounding the pit, each lined with various candles and unlit torches for later tonight.

Her ears continued to track their movements while she conversed with Claus.

“Is there somewhere we could talk privately? It’s about Dyril,” Kiseo asked quietly.

Not having noticed her before she talked, Claus instinctively jumped but halted his action when he noticed the Mao.

-”Woah, could you not sneak up on me like that.” Claus was smiling broadly, but quickly noticed the marks of a Mao in distress. The drooped ears the most obvious.

-”Yes, let us go to my office.” He showed the way to a door with a sturdy handle on it and went inside, there only was a single chair and his desk properly placed in there, on the right hand wall loads of things like maps and journals were neatly piled.

Noticing the lack of furniture, Claus dragged out a chest for Kiseo and leaned on his desk arms crossed.

-”You said it was about Dyril?”

Kiseo could’ve easily sat on the floor and been comfortable, but she paused when she heard him pull out a chest. Lightly she lowered herself into a sitting posture onto it. She felt guilty for startling him earlier. She forgot how quiet she could be naturally as most fellow slaves were other mao or creatures used to it.

Her thoughts were interrupted by his concern for Dyril. She avoided his gaze, her voice revealed the reason for her urgency.

“A man, Jain Surya, approached me on the street. He wanted me to work for him on the side, I had skills he wanted. When I refused, he hinted that my mistress might become injured. I worry he might try to hurt her and I was hoping, you might keep an eye on her. I haven’t… told her yet,” Kiseo’s last statement was sheepish while she continued.

“Today, he visited the inn we were staying at. He’s holding her wares now. I delivered the payment to a worker who managed it directly, but Surya has no record of it. I fear he might’ve burned it in order to ruin her.”

Hearing this Claus was getting visibly annoyed. Some greedy buffoon was extorting his friend, he would have none of this.
With an unusually stern voice he spoke.
-”I see, I’d like to get my hands on that little...” He punched his own hand as a gesture, but realized his position he now held.
-”It seems I’ll have to speak to him, what can you tell me off him?“ Claus managed to calm himself and began to investigate his option.

“Not much, I’m afraid,” Kiseo admitted.

She took a moment to review his behavior, attitude, and interactions toward them. There was a stark difference between Dyril and herself. With Dyril, Kiseo sensed disgust and bitterness at Elves in general. It was obvious the man didn’t want to deal with Dyril at all. Kiseo’s impression of his interaction with her drastically took a farther turn. She felt he genuinely wanted to help, but that help soon turned into a desire to control and obtain her cooperation.

“I know during his interactions with Dyril, he doesn’t want to deal with her. He cringed when she accidently touched him and seemed to brush off her attempts to work with him,” she retold.

“I know he mentioned he worked for a William Flin, who left the city after the celebration a month ago. He mentioned it was recently he took over the operations. He seemed to back down, briefly, when I retrieve the parchment indicating that we had paid. It shows he’s smart at least not to push it.”

She took a breath, then curled her tail into her lap.

“I fear for Dyril’s safety and reputation. If he damages it here, she and I will be forced to return to the Imperium,” Kiseo didn’t feel she needed to note that eventually someone would discover Dyril was half elf, and would force the family to either kill or release her into a brothel.

Hybrids were ideal candidates since they were sterile, allowing hidden affairs to be kept pure.

Claus slammed his desk with his fist and spoke.

-”Well I’m not having it!” He went past her and spoke.

-”You are gonna tell me where this Jain fella is, and then I will talk with him… HARPER, GOYLE!!!” All of a sudden Claus just shouted out the door he opened, urgent footsteps came running as Claus went over to Kiseo.

-”Come on, we’ve got a missus to help.” He reached towards Kiseo with an open hand, offering to help her up.

Kiseo couldn’t help but flinch at Claus’ sudden reaction. Her semi humanoid ears pressed against her skull and turned downward, drooping defensively on impulse. After a moment, she righted herself once more back into a neutral stance. Seeing his hand, she couldn’t help the smile that crept over her muzzle and felt a relief he was aiming to help her.

“Is it too much trouble to ensure Dyril doesn’t know about this? I fear she would be upset I went to you first, instead of her. She’s a proud individual,” Kiseo requested quietly while she took the hand up.

The two troopers stood at the ready as Claus and Kiseo left his office.
-”You two, get your stuff, we’re heading out to talk with an asshole. Kiseo, show the way.” His voice was in his usual command mode, he told Roogel he was leaving before exiting the mansion through the door.

“I don’t know where he is exactly. First time he came to me and this last time, to Dyril. I assume we would have to start at the docks, but if I’m gone for too long my mistress will become worried,” Kiseo pointed out.

If she had known the information, she might’ve been able to approach him personally and put a stop to this whole ordeal.

Claus looked at Kiseo while standing in the door as she told him.

-”I see, well this Flin warehouse probably is the best bet. Don’t worry, I’ll handle this.” One of his telltale smirks on his lips as he closed the heavy door behind him.

Kiseo watched him leave as she departed for the Inn. She secretly hoped she hadn’t sent Dyril’s only friend into danger or further endangered her mistress.

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The warehouse was filled with numerous strange smells and scents, but the various spices and herbs that William had brought over from Seikatsu overpowered them all. While William’s workers found the smell to be wholly unpleasant, Jain found it to be familiar and comforting. He was currently on the second floor of the warhouse, overlooking the workers on the floor below. He sat at a table and upon it were numerous reports from his spy network. In the weeks following the party Jain had spent most of his time hiring numerous street urchins and beggars to relay information back to him. While his spy network was still small it had proven to be invaluable in gathering information. Had it not been for them it would have taken him far longer to find Kiseo. Suddenly the door to the warehouse swung open as one of the watchmen; Issac, rushed into the building

“Jain”! He shouted “we have company, and they don’t look friendly”.

Having absolutely no regard for the feelings of people who were hurting their friend, and the same skill at stealth as a roaring thunderstorm, Claus and his two men Harper and Goyle marched along the streets taking away all eyes from the hooded mao they were following.
She stopped far away and just pointed at the warehouse silently giving Claus its number before she slinked into a shadow.
The trio marched up to the warehouse and knocked on the door violently with the butt of one of their halberds.
-”Open the door, i know you are in there Jain!” Claus boomed out, his voice impossible to miss even a few streets away.

“Shite” Jais mumbled as he quickly got up from his seat. He grabbed the blade from his sheath. He walked up to the wooden railing of the second floor so he could get a better look of the entrance. “Let him in”.

In response the numerous warehouse workers looked at him with confusion. “He’s not going to ask a second time and I would prefer not to have to explain to Captain Flinn why his door is broken in two”.

Hearing mumbling inside, Claus gave his men a glance each and waited a few moments more until they heard fumbling at the door.
Harper and Goyle measured a kick each and the doors flung open tossing the poor sod who was opening it out of the way with a loud whack and scrape against the floor.
With trained fluid motion the two corpsmen entered with halberds pointing like spears, mirroring each other as Claus simply marched in between and proudly stood flanked by his men, stomping a sturdy oaken staff into the ground.
-”Jain! Reliable sources have informed me you are making immoral businesses towards the people of Nyhem, what say you in your defence?” Claus booming voice carried well in the warehouse, he scanned for the one who was Jain and saw someone who looked like a match on the wooden railing.

“Who are you and what do you talk of. I am guilty of nothing”. Jain was of course lying, he knew exactly who he was and why he was here. He internally cursed at himself for underestimating Kiseo, it seemed either she or her mistress had more powerful friends then he first realized. As he spoke Jain put the scroll he had been reading into his coat pocket, trying to make sure Claus didn’t notice.

-”Me?! I am Claus Rotstein, i have reports of you scamming people out of their hard earned silvers. I am here to make you repay that and stop that in the future.” His voice strong and self assured. Jain’s goons were beginning to look a bit sceptical and one was checking on the guy who was knocked out by the door.

“So what do you plan to do with me, do you simply plan to seek compensation, or do you plan to imprison me as well”? Jain said, depending on how Claus answered would decide what his next move would be.

Claus stroked his chin pretending to think with a massive smirking grin on his face.
-”Considering how i feel i’d like to clobber your face in, but seeing how anal the law is in this city i think i’ll just drag you to the dungeon of Nyhem and have them deal with your unlawful ass. Don’t worry, I… won’t put you in the lower levels.” A massive grin on his face, implying someone was probably gonna torture him, but alas not Claus.

“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that” Jain said calmly as he slowly walked behind his desk “Issac” Jain called to which Issac, who had been tending to the passed out man looked up. “Give Captain Flinn my apologies but I will have to retire from his services. Oh and if you would, please also apologise for the damage caused”. Without a second of hesitation Jain raised his arms and shouted a spell. In response the second floor of the balcony exploded into thousands of tiny splinters. There was no fire but a shockwave went through the building causing the workers to fall backwards. Amongst the deafening noise could be heard the shattering of glass as Jain jumped out the window into the river that ran past the warehouse.

Claus and his men instinctively protected their faces against the splinters, Harper losing his balance from the force of impact.
-”What the shit? He’s a mage!?” Claus proclaimed with a surprised open question.
Completely caught unawares, Claus regained his posture for a second and then took Goyle’s shoulder and commanded.
-”He’s getting away, you two make sure these goons don’t get any funny ideas, take them into custody.” Goyle nodded a single sharp nod as Claus turned and ran after Jain.
He was slightly worried, that blast was powerful, usually it took two or three warmages to produce such force, but this guy had simply done it himself.
If it wasn’t for the fact he had scammed Dyril he’d have wanted to offer him a job in the Fist.
He was running outside to where the street with the window would be.

Unbeknownst to Claus, Jain had used illusion magic to camouflage himself into the river. There was no way Claus was going to see him given Jain had already floated a considerable distance away from the warehouse. The water itself was filthy and smelt so bad that it made Jain want to gag with only the fear of being discovered preventing him from doing so. One thing was now clear; he had been too soft on Kiseo and now he had to rectify that mistake.

Before long Claus realized he had lost his target, annoyed he returned to the warehouse to see to his men and take his prisoners to the palace.
He didn’t think they were in on Jain’s plans, but they might know something, and it’s good to spook some folks from time to time to show that one means business.

Natrelmon: Reckoning [Creature Capture]

▀▄▀▄▀▄ Mαʅʅσɾყ ▄▀▄▀▄▀

Time, IC Day: Late Morning, Day 1
Location: Toran, within the city

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Mallory saw Xander’s explanation about Sei as more of an excuse, not a solution to his problem. She made a note to see what she could find in the library over Mythari. It might yield more help than simply laying the blame on the fact the natrelmon evolved and gotten a wild streak because of it. At this moment, she was glad she only got a ‘spooky’ natrelmon rather than a nuisance like Sei.

For most his conversation, she remained silent. His view on the magic school drew an eye roll from her, naturally. While ‘self-taught’ in magic was possible, she viewed it to be a riskier version of proper education. It was likely because she was biased, but she found it hard to believe he could cast magic as well as herself or her classmates. The fact he hadn’t set himself on fire was a miracle enough.

His excitement was palpable when it turned to his new natrelmon. Her gaze followed him while he introduced each one, from the Grianos to Loutila. The Bovent and Loutila appeared to be the more well behaved and passive of the group, enjoying each other’s company.

When he mentioned never getting into a fight, she frowned.

“Let me guess, you randomly just tossed relics until you caught them?” Her voice took on a sour tone as she exhaled, keeping her frustration in check.

She slurped up the last of her noodles leaving the bowl empty now.

Casually she reached into her bag and pulled a dishcloth from a waterproof bag, her figure rose from the seat. She made her way over to the fountain then dampened the rag. Finally, she wiped out her bowl and chopsticks, sticking them into her bag. Her free hand gestured for his, indicating he should pass it over so she could repeat the process.

“Maybe afterward, I’m heading into the wild to see what I can find. I will also need that bowl and chopsticks back... unless you want to eat from a leaf in the future?” She asked, making a note where the local trash bin.

@Raijinslayer

On the Verge of War, new leaves spring.

Masshiro Kemono

Kemono, Masshiro (真白 畜生)

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_{“I might be soft-spoken, but my emotions run wild inside.”}

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General Data

|| NAME ||

Masshiro Kemono

|| GENDER ||

Male

|| AGE ||

14

|| SEXUALITY||

Bi-sexual

|| VILLAGE ||

Konoha

||BIRTHPLACE ||

Unknown

||APPEARANCE ||

Masshiro used to be among the scrawniest in his village. On his fourteenth birthday, his skinny frame gained muscle and he stood a little over 5’2” (159 cm). He will admit it’s nice to see over most his classmate’s heads now. Sadly, it doesn’t stop him from being an eyesore. While others sported the various hair and eye colors, his genetics followed the coloration seen on albinos. There’s a hint of innocence and gentleness in his deep, red eyes. His skin while white still is able to tolerate the sun despite its lacking pigment. He keeps his white hair trimmed short, but it likes to become a wild mess no matter what he attempts to do with it.

Masshiro likes his clothing choice to be practical and encourage mobility. A simple green open jacket with a black tee-shirt, pants coming just below the knees and ankle boots works fine for him. On his waist is a many pocket belt with all his needed tools for the day. His headband protector is worn around his neck rather than his head so it wouldn’t risk falling down and obstruct his eyes.

||PERSONALITY ||

Summary:

Masshiro is considered a reserved and observant type, one less likely to start a fight. Usually, he’s the one that is playing either the peacemaker or stepping in when others come to blows. For that job, he has developed very strong patience. Few have ever seen his temper, which is likely for the best. When he finally hits his limit, there’s little stopping him from blacking out in the rage.

A few flaws he does have is that he tends to be overcautious in a situation he’s not familiar with. Screwing up too big can mean the difference between life and death, even for a genin. This sometimes holds him back from reaping larger rewards through risk. When it comes to conflict, Masshiro appears to be a passive individual when he doesn’t view a fight to be worth the hassle. This usually means he gives into other’s whims rather than continue it and wasting his energy.

Traits:

+ Patient | + Observant | - Overcautious | - Passive

Quirks & Hobbies:

● People watching
● Medicinal herb hunting
● When lying, Masshiro can’t look someone in the eyes for too long.
● Expanding his cooking abilities, including making his medicinal soups to his patients.

Likes:

✔ Expanding his medicinal knowledge and working on improving his healing salve.
✔ Being around people
✔ Nature
✔ Cooking

Dislikes:

✘ Violence and Conflict, but he will protect himself and his allies if they are in danger.
✘ Seeing others suffer.
✘ Liars.
✘ Losing his temper and blacking out.

|| HISTORY||

Masshiro wasn’t born into the Konoha village, but he was found instead.

One night, there was a struggle within Konoha's territory. A female shinobi was carrying a covered package as she attempted to use the village boundaries to escape her pursuers. Sadly, according to the evidence, she didn’t make it far enough. A fight broke out and drew the local patrolling shinobi causing the remaining survivor to flee. As they examined the scene, an infant’s voice cried out from above them. Following the sound, they found Masshiro cradled between two branches.

Since the child wasn’t technically a ninja, he was allowed to remain in the Village. While growing up, Masshiro had a temper. They were so intense he would black out and never remember the events that transpired during it. It turned out he turned violent enough to hurt others, often taking an adult to haul him off. Eventually, it would pass returning the child to normal.

It was during these spells when Masshiro met Kishi Kemono, the man that would adopt him later on. It was through his teachings that Masshiro learned patience and mediation to calm his temperament. Eventually, his blackouts happened less and less.

Kishi’s wife, Yumiko Kemono, was unable to produce a child. They had tried for numerous years only for her to come up barren. Even her work as a medic ninja couldn’t explain this causing them to decide to adopt young Masshiro, Kishi’s work with him making the boy gentler than he had been in the past. His childhood was happy from that time forward with an attentive mother and a strong father. Now after graduating from the academy, he’s become a genin.

Equipment

||BASE WEAPONS & ITEMS: ||

6x explosive tags
2x smoke bombs
10x kunai
10x shuriken
1000’x wire
100x senbon
1x medical kit- Listed below what’s in each one.

• Bandages
• Herbs: Plantago, Nandina, chameleon plant, Perillas, mugwort, Veitch's bamboo, Amur cork‐tree, iris, dried citrus peels, ginseng, Bracken, Capsella bursa‐pastoris and various others.
• Poison: Ratsbane, and 2-3 others which are curable only with the right knowledge. This is for stubborn patients, namely enemies, who would threaten his allies life should he let his guard down.
• Balm: made from honey and animal fat.
• Medical Needles (non-combative which using them means they will break easily)x 50
• Chakra Salve*, poultice, ointments, etc, to heal various of common injuries from burns to cuts, even serious wounds. Through healing time depends strictly on the severity.
• Needle and Thread: Stitches

||SPECIALIZED WEAPONS & ITEMS: ||

Name: Masshiro’s Senbon*

Description: Masshiro’s passive personality shows in his preference to use Senbon rather than Kunai blades. They both make his punches more lethal and he can attempt to hit Chakra points/paths, sometimes disrupting an opponent’s ability to use it over time. They are reinforced in order to prevent breaking should a target move or jerk it out. Outside of battle, he could use it to help in the recovery of Chakra for a patient.

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Name:Chakra Salve*

Description: Working with his mother, Masshiro began to work on a salve that promotes the healing and reforming of Chakra paths damaged in combat. This includes the disruption caused by techniques that target them. It’s an experimental medicine that he is still trying to improve and at this point, it mainly heals physical wounds. Main ingredients are natural honey, Plantago, and various other natural herbs. Once he applies chakra into the balm, he can then apply it to the damaged chakra points in order to soak into the body and heal. It doesn’t heal immediately but takes a few hours or days depending on the damage. It’s most effective when Masshiro applies it as he knows the exact amount and where best to apply it.

Combat Data

||SPECIAL TRAITS ||

Ranked between 1-5, with 1 being the weakest, 3 being average and 5 being the strongest. These statistics can be varied depending on the story, situation or other factors.

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Speed: 2
Strength: 4
Durability: 5
Stamina: 3
Chakra Pool: 3
Chakra Control: 3

Ninjutsu: 3
Genjutsu: 1
Taijutsu: 4

|| OTHER SKILLS ||

Medical knowledge: Masshiro has knowledge of pressure points, stitching, wound care, herbal identification/knowledge, first air (light to moderate wounds), and related areas related to this. Thanks to the family he has been currently adopted by, Masshiro’s medical skills range between basics to advance thanks to his curiosity.

|| RANK ||

Genin

|| CHAKRA NATURE/RELEASE ||

Earth Release

|| KNOWN JUTSU ||

D Rank (Genin level)

Double Suicide Decapitation Technique (English version: Headhunter Jutsu)- He has not fully mastered this, but still trying to improve it.

E Rank (Academy Basics)

Body Replacement Body
Transformation Technique
Cloak of Invisibility Cloak
Rope Escape Technique
Clone Technique
Tree Climbing Technique]Tree Climbing Technique
Rock Climbing Technique
Water Walking Technique

Konohamaru (the only place I could find to place it)

Natrelmon: Reckoning [Creature Capture]

▀▄▀▄▀▄ Mαʅʅσɾყ ▄▀▄▀▄▀

Time, IC Day: Late Morning, Day 1
Location: Toran, within the city

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Gwisin just puffed out his chest and bent down at the winged lizard. His red eyes narrowed in his deep hood while his arms placed themselves on his hips, increasing his intimation. Mallory was in no position to force her mon back down since Zeke was blocking her view. However, she had more confidence in him to behave himself than she did in Mythi.

Hearing Xander recall and scold his natrelmon, Mallory sighed then commented, “Natrelmon’s behavior reflect pretty heavily on their trainers.”

She didn’t point out that the poorer the behavior, the worst the trainer. However, insulting him wouldn’t get results. This much she knew of him.

While Xander called back Zeke and patted Gwisin, she moved closer.

“Well, if you actually went to the magic school, I would’ve seen you more. I’m honestly surprised you haven’t sent anyone off a cliff yet by accident,” Mallory stated as she pushed the bowl of rice noodles, veggies and broth into his hands.

“Don’t burn yourself,” she added, passing over one of the fried bread on a stick.

She looked for a local bench then flopped down. Gwisin looked at her curiously, his eyes looked at the chunk of floating meat and seemed eager to do...something with it. She assumed he wanted to eat it, but she wasn't sure ghosts ate. Deciding to reward the good behavior anyways, Mallory’s chopsticks pinched one meat piece then passed it over to him. She didn’t look to see what he exactly did with it for fear of losing her appetite.

“Father finally talked mother into allowing me to take the Rites in exchange for working in the stand for a month,” she took a bite of her food then continued.

“I caught Gwisin as an Olena when a few kids dared me to investigate the abandoned tunnel in the west section of the city. Bool, my Flabara, a few days later. Been training with my parents' Natrelmon ever since. What about you?”

@Raijinslayer

On the Verge of War, new leaves spring.

He's done! I hope he works!

Kemono, Masshiro (真白 畜生)

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_{“I might be soft-spoken, but my emotions run wild inside.”}

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General Data

|| NAME ||

Masshiro Kemono

|| GENDER ||

Male

|| AGE ||

14

|| SEXUALITY||

Bi-sexual

|| VILLAGE ||

Konoha

||BIRTHPLACE ||

Unknown

||APPEARANCE ||

Masshiro used to be among the scrawniest in his village. On his fourteenth birthday, his skinny frame gained muscle and he stood a little over 5’2” (159 cm). He will admit it’s nice to see over most his classmate’s heads now. Sadly, it doesn’t stop him from being an eyesore. While others sported the various hair and eye colors, his genetics followed the coloration seen on albinos. There’s a hint of innocence and gentleness in his deep, red eyes. His skin while white still is able to tolerate the sun despite its lacking pigment. He keeps his white hair trimmed short, but it likes to become a wild mess no matter what he attempts to do with it.

Masshiro likes his clothing choice to be practical and encourage mobility. A simple green open jacket with a black tee-shirt, pants coming just below the knees and ankle boots works fine for him. On his waist is a many pocket belt with all his needed tools for the day. His headband protector is worn around his neck rather than his head so it wouldn’t risk falling down and obstruct his eyes.

||PERSONALITY ||

Summary:

Masshiro is considered a reserved and observant type, one less likely to start a fight. Usually, he’s the one that is playing either the peacemaker or stepping in when others come to blows. For that job, he has developed very strong patience. Few have ever seen his temper, which is likely for the best. When he finally hits his limit, there’s little stopping him from blacking out in the rage.

A few flaws he does have is that he tends to be overcautious in a situation he’s not familiar with. Screwing up too big can mean the difference between life and death, even for a genin. This sometimes holds him back from reaping larger rewards through risk. When it comes to conflict, Masshiro appears to be a passive individual when he doesn’t view a fight to be worth the hassle. This usually means he gives into other’s whims rather than continue it and wasting his energy.

Traits:

+ Patient | + Observant | - Overcautious | - Passive

Quirks & Hobbies:

● People watching
● Medicinal herb hunting
● When lying, Masshiro can’t look someone in the eyes for too long.
● Expanding his cooking abilities, including making his medicinal soups to his patients.

Likes:

✔ Expanding his medicinal knowledge and working on improving his healing salve.
✔ Being around people
✔ Nature
✔ Cooking

Dislikes:

✘ Violence and Conflict, but he will protect himself and his allies if they are in danger.
✘ Seeing others suffer.
✘ Liars.
✘ Losing his temper and blacking out.

|| HISTORY||

Masshiro wasn’t born into the Konoha village, but he was found instead.

One night, there was a struggle within Konoha's territory. A female shinobi was carrying a covered package as she attempted to use the village boundaries to escape her pursuers. Sadly, according to the evidence, she didn’t make it far enough. A fight broke out and drew the local patrolling shinobi causing the remaining survivor to flee. As they examined the scene, an infant’s voice cried out from above them. Following the sound, they found Masshiro cradled between two branches.

Since the child wasn’t technically a ninja, he was allowed to remain in the Village. While growing up, Masshiro had a temper. They were so intense he would black out and never remember the events that transpired during it. It turned out he turned violent enough to hurt others, often taking an adult to haul him off. Eventually, it would pass returning the child to normal.

It was during these spells when Masshiro met Kishi Kemono, the man that would adopt him later on. It was through his teachings that Masshiro learned patience and mediation to calm his temperament. Eventually, his blackouts happened less and less.

Kishi’s wife, Yumiko Kemono, was unable to produce a child. They had tried for numerous years only for her to come up barren. Even her work as a medic ninja couldn’t explain this causing them to decide to adopt young Masshiro, Kishi’s work with him making the boy gentler than he had been in the past. His childhood was happy from that time forward with an attentive mother and a strong father. Now after graduating from the academy, he’s become a genin.

Equipment

||BASE WEAPONS & ITEMS: ||

6x explosive tags
2x smoke bombs
10x kunai
10x shuriken
1000’x wire
100x senbon
1x medical kit- Listed below what’s in each one.

• Bandages
• Herbs: Plantago, Nandina, chameleon plant, Perillas, mugwort, Veitch's bamboo, Amur cork‐tree, iris, dried citrus peels, ginseng, Bracken, Capsella bursa‐pastoris and various others.
• Poison: Ratsbane, and 2-3 others which are curable only with the right knowledge. This is for stubborn patients, namely enemies, who would threaten his allies life should he let his guard down.
• Balm: made from honey and animal fat.
• Medical Needles (non-combative which using them means they will break easily)x 50
• Chakra Salve*, poultice, ointments, etc, to heal various of common injuries from burns to cuts, even serious wounds. Through healing time depends strictly on the severity.
• Needle and Thread: Stitches

||SPECIALIZED WEAPONS & ITEMS: ||

Name: Masshiro’s Senbon*

Description: Masshiro’s passive personality shows in his preference to use Senbon rather than Kunai blades. They both make his punches more lethal and he can attempt to hit Chakra points/paths, sometimes disrupting an opponent’s ability to use it over time. They are reinforced in order to prevent breaking should a target move or jerk it out. Outside of battle, he could use it to help in the recovery of Chakra for a patient.

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Name:Chakra Salve*

Description: Working with his mother, Masshiro began to work on a salve that promotes the healing and reforming of Chakra paths damaged in combat. This includes the disruption caused by techniques that target them. It’s an experimental medicine that he is still trying to improve and at this point, it mainly heals physical wounds. Main ingredients are natural honey, Plantago, and various other natural herbs. Once he applies chakra into the balm, he can then apply it to the damaged chakra points in order to soak into the body and heal. It doesn’t heal immediately but takes a few hours or days depending on the damage. It’s most effective when Masshiro applies it as he knows the exact amount and where best to apply it.

Combat Data

||SPECIAL TRAITS ||

Ranked between 1-5, with 1 being the weakest, 3 being average and 5 being the strongest. These statistics can be varied depending on the story, situation or other factors.

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Speed: 2
Strength: 4
Durability: 5
Stamina: 3
Chakra Pool: 3
Chakra Control: 3

Ninjutsu: 3
Genjutsu: 1
Taijutsu: 4

|| OTHER SKILLS ||

Medical knowledge: Masshiro has knowledge of pressure points, stitching, wound care, herbal identification/knowledge, first air (light to moderate wounds), and related areas related to this. Thanks to the family he has been currently adopted by, Masshiro’s medical skills range between basics to advance thanks to his curiosity.

|| RANK ||

Genin

|| CHAKRA NATURE/RELEASE ||

Earth Release

|| KNOWN JUTSU ||

D Rank (Genin level)

Double Suicide Decapitation Technique (English version: Headhunter Jutsu)- He has not fully mastered this, but still trying to improve it.

E Rank (Academy Basics)

Body Replacement Body
Transformation Technique
Cloak of Invisibility Cloak
Rope Escape Technique
Clone Technique
Tree Climbing Technique]Tree Climbing Technique
Rock Climbing Technique
Water Walking Technique

Konohamaru (the only place I could find to place it)

* Each one indicates I want to develop these IC as the story progresses, with GM permission. If no, I will remove or rewrite them. The healing salve is pretty much an alternative to healing palms since the technique is too advance for Masshiro at this time and can be used by even those that can't heal. I figured it might be helpful to have a healer on the team.

GMs Notes: With Masshiro's history and bio, there are missing elements. I wanted to leave an air of mystery about his origins and actually play it out in the IC, creating an arc for Masshiro. In case the idea didn't work, I left it vague enough that they could just be issues he worked through or his mother was a rogue ninja that was trying to save her son. I'll send the GMs a more detailed version of the idea and if it works, we can iron out the details for the future. If that's alright?

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