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Name: H'yo Sahriin Age: 17 Gender: M Appearance: H'yo has relatively pale skin, with a tan "mask" across his green eyes. His solid-colored black hair is too thick to style, so he generally has to keep it somewhat messy. His "shirt" is really just an extremely long piece of navy-blue cloth wrapped snug around his body, loosening into something similar to bell sleeves. The excess goes around his head and neck, forming a scarf of sorts. His pants are fairly normal, and are made out of tan canvas. H'yo stands at 5'11" and weighs about 136 pounds. Despite being relatively well-built, his slender frame makes him seem thinner than he actually is. A length of chain is wrapped around his waist, like a belt. Personality: Despite his incredibly apathetic appearance and serious personality, H'yo has a surprising range of emotions. He's protective of people that he considers a "friend", which is a rather broad area, as it extends to people that have merely shown kindness to him. However, to those that he's actually very close to, his protectiveness turns into intense possessiveness; though it doesn't show through his apathetic mask, simply talking to the person in question agitates him immensely. H'yo has a tendency to self-righteously use his protective nature as an excuse to hurt someone. He speaks in a polite manner, even when he's intentionally being rude. His objectivity gives him a strong believe in honesty, but tends to be roundabout when pointing out other's flaws. Biography: The Sahriin family was a long line of bodyguards that had several ties with important figures. However, their prestige had suddenly fallen after the discovery of their worship of the moon, where they continued in a downward spiral towards the bottom of the social ladder. But during the thirty-fourth generation, their fame once again rose when H'yo's great great grandfather defended a group of wealthy people from thieves. Rapidly their influence increased, eventually surpassing even the original peak of their name's power with H'yo's father, who was chosen to be one of the chief's personal guard. While H'yo grew up, he was raised with the intent of him eventually taking his father's position. Too young to change the decision, he took strenuous mental training that slowly faded away his amiable personality. He did, however, manage to keep a scrap of it; his protective/possessive nature was unintentionally born from his clinginess to others, and that clinginess developed into it from his mother's words: "Make them important to you, and protect them because they are." After a year of working with various clients, a rumor has begun floating around that the chief was considering him to protect his daughter....
I'd think that a gauge would be good. Maybe it could be items that slowly draw in energy, such as the inscribed stones Marx's character has. Carrying too many of them weighs the person down, and each one could be a unit of energy.
Hey.
.... All of the girls are kind of scary....
Dango took off his striped helmet and sat while he and the others waited for their classmates to come, resting his arms and head on top of it. He didn't get why those people were so enthusiastic about their entrance, though his was probably just as... interesting. As the Jonin rattled off their team's members, he heard Ranko's excited voice behind him. Ah, so she's on my team? Dango thought as he turned to look at her and Nagato. Her energy actually started to fire him up a bit, so when she asked, "We'll all give it our all, right guys?", Dango tried to respond. "I'll do my b-besht, Ra-... Rahk-..." he said, starting energetically, but becoming quieter and slowing down as he tried to pronounce her name. After several more tries, he sat down dejectedly and with his frustration building slightly in his voice, said "I c-can't... Bwuh... I-I can't p-pronounsh your-r name...!" Pausing to taking a deep breath, Dango was about to try his luck with Nagato's name, when Jenin gathered the group to go train. Quickly putting his helmet back on, Dango followed, surprisingly without tripping. Upon reaching the training grounds, he listened to the instructions, which he didn't really understand. So it's a team exercise, but he's judging us separately? Dango thought, as he pulled a stake from one of his pockets. Won't people be selfish if you do it like that? Despite his confusion, he understood the general goal: get a bell to win. Tying his stake to a reel of wire, Dango ran off into the forest, the reel attached to his hip. And, naturally, he immediately disabled two traps by tripping onto them.
Dango started off his day on the wrong side of the bed. In a literal and incredibly unfortunate way. Dango's parent tended to be overly-enthusiastic in the mornings, usually scaring Dango witless. On this particular day, he was lying down rather close to the edge and flung himself backwards into the crevice between the bed and the wall. "Heh!?" Dango yelped as he dropped down to the floor beneath the bed. *That hurt....* He thought as he rolled out towards the old man's feet. "W-Why are you sho lo-ud i-in the m-morningsh...?" Dango asked as he rubbed his head. "The pain is your brain tearing away the drowsiness!" Dango really didn't understand what he meant half the time when he said things like that, but he just goes with it anyways. "What-t e-ever," he said as he pulled on his clothes and helmet. After hastily grabbing a light breakfast, Dango tripped down the stairs and somehow landed on his feet as he stumbled towards the door. Finally regaining his balance, he was given a brief "Good-luck!" as he left through the front of the dango store. --- Despite having tripped over many pebbles on the way over, Dango made decent speed through the relatively clear streets. Of course, he was still quite a hazard to people walking next to him, but he tried to stay out of their way. Dango was not any more graceful than he was before he walked into the Academy(though, he did slow down), nor when he tried to enter the meeting room; he saw a girl enter the room he was supposed to go to and, suddenly excited at the prospect of meeting his squadmates, Dango sped up towards the room, eventually reaching a run. However, when he tried to go in, Dango somehow managed to trip on the doorframe.... "Hi every-- whoopsh--" Dango said in greeting, before flying right past the girl and faceplanting into a flip. After landing hard onto his back, he dizzily looked up at the girl and his new teacher before apologizing out of habit. "U-uhm, shorry." he said in a quiet voice as he sat up.
Jonin: Uchiha (Jerin) Genin: Nagato (Demon Shinobi), Ranko (Hebigami), Dango (FVGT) Jonin: Aburame (G3njii) Genin: Morggo (Patri) (Pending Acceptance), Angelo (Jangel13), Nayto (Renny) Jonin: Nara (Demon Shinobi) Genin: Genji (G3njii), Akira (Slendy), Raima (Masaki) Here's the thing.
> Also spirits do exist in Naruto and Morggo's technique is used to summon his ancestors or non human spirits. You said "spirits of all kinds" in your CS. This would include the ghosts of, say, the Kage. You didn't specify, and it would be a bit ridiculous if you were to use their power in combat. Also, please provide proof as to where exactly spirits are proven as real in the series.
Well, I've not a clue who is on Team 3(character-wise), but I'm fine otherwise.
I get the feeling that Kuromine's going to end up becoming friends with Dango. And that Nayta's going to harass him with a whole lot of mental warfare.
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