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Upstarts: A Katekyo Hitman Reborn! RP

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【 UPSTARTS 】

Cast of Characters

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• @Grey

• @Demon Shinobi

• @Jakeozzy

• @Kitsune

• @Pirouette

• @Suku

Upstarts: A Katekyo Hitman Reborn! RP

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Upstarts: A Katekyo Hitman Reborn! RP

〖 DATABASE 〗

This section will be updated as more details of the setting are revealed ICly or OOCly.

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_{State of the World}

Technology

From a mundane perspective, recent advancements have become focused less on new, novel developments and more on making existing systems more efficient, effective and environmentally-conscious. Of note, robotics and medicine have experienced the greatest growth, the worldwide carbon footprint has been diminished significantly, and the military has finally managed to create a Mosca unit that runs on electricity rather than Dying Will Flames. It's only about as powerful as a Gola Mosca since the nature of Dying Will Flames and Box Weapons are mafia secrets protected by Omerta.

Meanwhile, the level of technology within the mafia tends to be a bit more inconsistent, especially among the upper echelons. This is understandble; most families prefer to keep the secrets behind their success to themselves, and with recent developments, the need for this has only increased. As a generalization, the more powerful or science-oriented a family is, the more advanced their overall level of technology is, while weaker families tend not to possess technology more advanced than what is available to the public.

But despite this disparity, Box and Flame technology continues to remain an underworld mainstay; their widespread nature ensures that even the weakest family can have access to them, their potency as weapons opponents without them a non-factor, and their customizability makes them easy to adapt to a given family member's tactics.

Despite the dominance of Box Weapons, they require the ability to conjure a Dying Will Flame from a Ring, meaning there is still a place for traditional mafia equipment in the hands of those unable to. Typically the inherent ability necessary to power Boxes restricts their use to the upper ranks of a given family or squad leaders, but many organizations with the proper resources and connections are notorious for fielding an extensive amount of individuals with Rings and Boxes, even among grunt levels.

Underworld Politics

Following the attack on (and subsequent defeat and disappearance of) Vongola XIII, the underworld has been thrust into a state of turmoil.

Open conflict within the underworld has become the norm now that the intervention of the once-implacable check and balance to the more unethical elements of the mafia has become a largely absent presence. Every day more factions crawl out of the woodwork, more impromptu alliances are formed, and more lines are drawn and crossed as families fight to seize more power. Even the Vongola Famiglia is not above reproach in these times; as the largest family in its weakest state, many opportunistic families have pressed their advantage.

During these troubling times and the respective allegiances that those among the group possess, the Arcobaleno have maintained a neutral stance. The only exception is the Sky Arcobaleno, who stands at the head of her own family and cannot remain unbiased for obvious reasons.

Among the Vongola Famiglia and its allies, there is a growing trend of balkanization among all parties (both in regards to inter-family and intra-family dynamics) despite the clear need for unification and stability among the alliance. With the Vongola as a headless snake and it's alliance members reeling from devastation, many allied families have retreated inward to focus on the defense and recovery of territory, assets and manpower. Still, there are those few who continue maintain solidarity with the Vongola, but the return of the fairly unpopular Vongola XII seems to have made these allies leery.

With pressure mounting from all angles, the Vongola Famiglia is becoming more and more of a powder keg, but the saying that the Vongola always stands unified against external threats continues to remain true.

_{Organizations}

Vongola Famiglia

The Vongola Famiglia

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The Vongola After Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

At the age of 15, Tsunayoshi Sawada inherited the title of the Vongola Decimo following a conflict with the Simon Famiglia. As the youngest Vongola Boss in the history of the family and one raised as a civilian, his ascension was bound to have been met with initial skepticism by the masses, regardless of his support from some of the most esteemed members of the mafia community. All doubts to his capabilities as boss were quickly overturned when the series of reforms he instituted resulted in a veritable golden age for not only the Vongola, but the mafia as a whole.

The Vongola Famiglia of this era took on a more active role in moderating the activities of the mafia, and true to the intent of Vongola Primo, prioritized the protection of those under its domain. Under this so-called "Pax Vongola", the mafia would experience a peace that would last until his retirement at the age of 45. But the end of Tsunayoshi's reign would mark not only the conclusion of the peace he had worked for, but also the last time the Vongola could be considered truly unified.

The title of Vongola Unidicesimo was bestowed upon Ienobu Sawada, the eldest child of the Vongola Decimo. The Vongola he inherited from his father was one that was hopeful for the future, but full of new recruits who were largely unaccustomed to the conflicts that peace was built upon. Content to simply maintain the status quo, the Vongola Famiglia's policies became more and more reactionary in nature, which ultimately caused the slow and unnoticeable stagnation of the Vongola under Ienobu's rule. Then, for the first time in decades, war broke out as a coalition of opposing families led by the Carcassa Famiglia began to capitalize on the Vongola's complacency to seize control of their territory and assets. Blindsided by their enemies, the Vongola was quickly dragged into a losing war, and at its height, Ienobu was assassinated. He was 24-years old at the time and had been in command for only four years. His brief reign is often marked by detractors as the starting point of the Vongola's twilight.

With Ienobu eliminated, leadership of the Vongola Famiglia was to go to either Tsunayoshi or one of his two remaining children. But despite the protests of his father and the family he was to lead, 17-year old Hidetada Sawada succeeded his older brother as Vongola Dodicesimo. Enemies and allies alike predicted the Vongola Famiglia's imminent demise under the command of this young, untested boss, but their expectations were quickly defied as the Vongola began rapidly regaining ground after a major victory in Florence. The enemies' initial underestimation of the Vongola quickly became a fear of it, as Hidetada and his Guardians continued to press their advantage in a series of precision strikes. By the end of his first year in power, Hidetada had turned the tide of war firmly in favor of the Vongola Famiglia and its allies. Not long after, and the war would be won.

In the aftermath of the conflicts, Hidetada began to reconsolidate power for the Vongola by stomping out his opposition (both internal and external) and spreading the family's original ideals by force, cementing him as the Vongola's first militant boss in four generations. Although his rule was the most violent in generations, it ensured the Vongola's return to its position as an underworld superpower, and it is often claimed that the territory under his rule was as peaceful as it was during Vongola Decimo's generation. At the age of thirty-nine, he entered retirement, leaving behind him a Vongola that was powerful, but unstable.

Senhime Sawada would follow in the footsteps of her father as Vongola Tredicesima. Prior to her inheritance ceremony, she and her Guardians had already amassed a reputation through their work as active members of the Vongola; so her rise to power was expected by many members of the underworld. Her moderate, compassionate approach was seen by some as exactly what the Vongola needed after two decades of authoritarian rule, but by others as being too weak-willed. Nevertheless the Vongola prospered under her care: many new mafia families were peacefully integrated into its alliance network, the Vongola's territories were well-maintained and well-protected, and another rebirth seemed to be looming on the horizon.

Those sentiments came to an end ten years after her inheritance with the Broken Shell Incident, a series of simultaneous assassination attempts targeting the heads of the Vongola Famiglia and its key allies. In the aftermath of the attacks, Senhime was left in critical condition and disappeared shortly after.

With no eligible heirs to fill Senhime's shoes, Hidetada was forced to leave retirement and take up the mantle of Vongola Boss.

Previsione Squads

One of the more notable alterations to the Vongola's organizational structure during the 12th Generation was the formation of 42 squads outside the standard chain of command, which are still active to this day. Formed with the intention of multiplying the presence of the Vongola Guardians across the world, these "Prevision Squads" answer only to two individuals: the current Vongola Boss, and their assigned Guardian. There are seven squads assigned to each of the six Vongola Guardians, and each squad is named after a phenomena related to the role of their assignment.

In terms of internal composition, each Previsione Squad consists of eight members: one handler and seven field operatives. The arrangement of the field operatives is modeled after the core dynamic of the Vongola Famiglia, rather than the segregated and anarchic formations of the Varia and CEDEF, respectively. This means that, in theory, each squad is expected to have a member of each Dying Will Flame attribute, but in reality there tends to be a degree of overlap due to the rarity of Sky Flames and the odd individual with multiple Dying Will Flames. The only universal prerequisite to become a Previsione Squad member is the ability to light a Dying Will Flame with sufficient strength to activate a Box Weapon; the rest is subject to the personal criteria of each Guardian. In practice, this means that the philosophy behind the various squads in a division can be anything from a pet project to an investment in the potential of special individuals to an actual retinue of elites, but typically there tends to be a balanced mix among each division. Membership usually rotates shortly after the next generation comes into power, but individual members can be altered at the discretion of the leader.

The Hurricane Squad is a Storm Provisione Squad.

_Locations

Saisei: The Crimson Dawn

Hatake Shunpei

Pulling himself from the disorderly heap of prepubescent body parts, Shunpei couldn’t help but think that maybe he should’ve thought this through better; now his clothes were all ruffled up and damp - a very uncomfortable combination. He began straightening out the wrinkles in his garb as best he could, trusting that time would ensure that there would be no residual wetness by the time he’d meet his jonin sensei. Which was a thing that was totally happening. Just thinking about it, the edges of the Hatake boy’s lips curved ever more upward; he could practically see all the cool things that were going to come his way...

But nevermind that! He could always bask in the hypothetical glory when that “hypothetical” became “actual”. Right now, there were more important things at hand: the resolution to a week’s worth of unsated curiosity, the answer to the question of his bestie’s peculiar behavior as of late.

Unfortunately, what was supposed to be - in Shunpei’s mind at least - a climactic revelation rapidly devolved into anticlimax. Barely a single word had been uttered by the sobered Uchiha when, from practically out of nowhere, came Namikaze Fukushu, Tensai’s self-appointed nemesis and general bearer of bad vibes, railing against him about something that happened on a bridge and, as usual, somehow being a “worthless” ninja - like she was qualified to judge people like that!

“Hey Fukushu...” the Hatake greeted with a curt wave. Even if they didn’t really get along, they were still peers; so there was no need to be impolite, especially on a celebratory day like this one. That said, Shunpei couldn’t get how someone could be so... like Fukushu all the time, but Tensai had always been a good sport about it as long as he’d known him. Which meant the fact that he wasn’t this time was telling of something very, very wrong. Tensai’s grim but clearly diminished riposte was the damning evidence.

His smile became tight-lipped. Normally Shunpei would’ve resigned himself to the role of a mere spectator so as to avoid the Namikaze’s ire and avoid escalating a situation well-in-hand, but now he had to act. Nobody was allowed to make his best friend feel like that.

Shunpei took a step forward.

Shunpei then recoiled backward to avoid the small ten-year old who had landed in front of him. (Almost on top of him, even!)

“Woah!” Shunpei exclaimed, catching himself on the desk. The Hatake quickly straightened up. Hopefully nobody saw that. “Uh. Yeah! Mornin’ to you too Rem!” he greeted sheepishly, intentionally doing his best to be loud and obvious about it. He’d planned to intervene directly, but maybe, just maybe, the arrival of a pure and noble ten year old would abate the flames of Fukushu’s rage... Or not.

Probably not; Fukushu didn’t seem like she’d be the type who cared about that kind of thing. Worth a shot.

“Sorry ‘bout this, but I can’t talk right now. Got somethin’ to do...” Shunpei apologized, slipping past Ren to position himself adjacent to the two belligerents. It was at that point that he became acutely aware of how utterly oppressive the tension between the two was. Was getting between the two a good idea?

Probably not. But he had to for Tensai’s sake.

Shunpei ran a finger along the palm of his hand and quieted his nerves with a deep breath. ’Time to work my magic...’ he thought, a wide smile plastered on his face as he stepped between the two before Fukushu could retaliate Tensai’s demand.

"Okay! I think that's enough of that, right Namikaze-san?"

Though his voice carried its usual light-hearted inflection, there was more than just a touch of gravity to his normally delicate tone and, most damningly, he'd addressed her properly this time around. It was pretty obvious to everyone that he was up to something, which was sort of the point. He wanted to grab her attention without antagonizing her too much. As effective as that latter strategy might have been for getting the heat off his friend, it was probably not good for his own health, yeah?

At any rate, now that the Hatake boy had interposed himself between the two and made his intent known, he continued, arms crossed. "Now look, I get it; you're mad at Tensai, but being mad doesn't give you the right to be mean to someone like that.” His fingers pressed hard against his ribs, drawing his own attention away from how much he wanted to not be in his position at that moment. “And besides, it’s graduation. We’re all supposed to be celebrating, having a good time, y’know? I think we all just gotta calm down, maybe Fukushu you can apologize, and then we can all just forget about this and we can all become genin on a better note. Doesn't that sound nice?"

Fire Emblem: Fates ~ Entwined

Alright, I'm finally finished with everything I had to do. Expect my post in the next couple days.

Saisei: The Crimson Dawn

Hatake Shunpei

Shunpei’s day had started off with a drastic deviation from the expected norm: he had woken up far earlier than anyone would have reasonably expected. The fact that this particular divergence had occurred on the precipice of dramatic change was no coincidence; the young Hatake had been awaiting this for what had seemed like ages - much like how he had also been laying in his futon for what had seemed like ages.

The reason for this was, of course, based largely on flawed premises as prepubescent preconceptions tend to be. In Shunpei’s mind, it was a simple A to B: the graduation was tomorrow, so if he woke up earlier, he would experience tomorrow earlier. Logic then followed that waking up early would allow him to reap the rewards earlier. Which, to his credit, would have been true had the graduation been loosely scheduled around individual appearances. But it wasn’t; it was a strictly scheduled group event.

Hence why earlier Shunpei had been urged by his mother to arrive at a more reasonable time in order to avoid bothering his uncle - who had no doubt been busy making the preparations for what was to be his and his classmates’ greatest achievement up to this point - or waking up half the village’s civilian population with his triumphant exclamations. It was also why Shunpei had been falling in and out of sleep since before dawn, finally settling upon the wakefulness that had captured him for the past while.

But at this point the initial high of waking up early on such an exciting day had long since faded from his young body, having since been replaced by a reflective stillness as pervasive as the dank greyness outside. Wakefulness, though it granted him a degree of initiative, was little comfort as his mind began to feed his anxiousness.

At that moment, Shunpei shot up in his bed and stared out the window. What time was it anyway? Between the rain, the fog, and the clouds it was hard to tell how high the sun was - or if it was up in the first place. He entertained the idea of leaving now - just to make sure that he didn’t arrive late and disappoint everyone by holding up the ceremonies - and began getting out of bed to dress up.

“Good morning again, Shuuchan.”

To his side, an unexpected voice cut through the rhythmic pitter patter of droplets upon the roof like a kunai through flesh, sending shivers down the young boy’s spine and causing a brief, quiet yelp to escape from the boy’s mouth. Though he was largely resistant to the surprise of his mother’s often very sudden appearances after a lifetime of exposure, she still had a way of showing up when he’d least expected. It was the same for most of the clan, really. Being startled by his mom was something of a clan mainstay at this point despite all attempts at remedying it; apparently old habits died hard for the woman who’d used to be one of the village’s preeminent infiltrators.

“Breakfast is almost ready.” Stifling a chuckle and smiling softly at her son, the white haired woman continued, “You should start getting dressed; you wouldn’t want to have put in all that effort waking up early only to miss out on your graduation.”

Having quickly recovered from the initial shock, Shunpei nodded over his shoulder. “Right!” he exclaimed, bending down to start tidying up his messy futon as his mother soundlessly glided out of the room. A wide grin grew on his face as he made quick work of cleaning, spurred on by the fact that all he had been waiting for was rapidly approaching.

Once he had finished tidying up his room, he began gussying up for the event. Fortunately, his mother had set out a fresh bucket of warm water for him to use beforehand; he wouldn’t have to run out into the rain and take the time to prepare it all himself. But unfortunately, the back of his head was still as untamably soft as ever. Even after finishing his bath, there was little he could do about it but shrug, having long accepted the prominent, disobedient swirl of hair at the top of his head as a simple fact of life.

Now all he had to do was decide what to wear; after all, today was special, so clearly he’d have to dress specially. After a brief perusal of his closet, he came to a realization: would he be doing anything else today? It would be impractical to dress in something super formal (not that he had anything that could qualify as “super formal” in the first place) if the genin teams were expected to do genin things, but he couldn’t just show up in his usual clothes - this was supposed to be special. In the end, he settled on a hybridized wardrobe: a provincial attempt at formal wear paired with his usual ninja accessories, namely his armguards, tool kits, and a kerchief around his neck.

With all his personal preparations complete and the scent of cooking food overwhelming the petrichor in the air, Shunpei went to the dining room of the spacious farmhouse for breakfast. Much to his delight, placed upon the low-set four-person table was a large bowl of fresh-made oyakodon waiting for him.

The boy took a seat cross-legged on the cushion before it and, while rocking impatiently back and forth in his seat, waited for his mother to sit alongside him. Even if he had somewhere important to be and even if oyakodon was his second favorite dish (the first was, of course, tempura, but that was hardly something fit for breakfast at all, let alone a shinobi’s breakfast), he had to wait. He’d feel absolutely terrible if he didn’t wait. She’d gone through all this trouble just for him, after all; the least he could do was partake in it alongside her. Luckily she didn’t take long, and the two quickly got down to business with clasped hands, a bow, and the declaration of “Itadakimasu!”

After his first few bites, Shunpei glanced to his left, at his mom and her bowl of miso soup - which, it should be noted, was still proportionally more full than his own oyakodon. Despite the great quantity of food that she’d prepare for Shunpei and the rest of the family, she herself didn’t seem have much of an appetite for anything. But she was still healthy, if a bit diminished, but that was okay. That was how it had always been by Shunpei’s reckoning; for as long as he could remember, the woman known as Hatake Yumitsu had always had a sort of lethargy underlining her lively nature.

But during these past few days it had grown worse. Though still as doting and industrious as ever, his mother become far less energetic and far more agitated. There were dark, visible circles beneath her eyes now, and most worrying of all, she didn’t smile as wide as she’d used to. He didn’t know why and he wanted to, but any attempts at asking anyone about it received only vagaries, either out of ignorance or intent. Not knowing the whole picture was really frustrating, but even worse was the fact it meant he couldn’t do anything about it.

Shunpei had figured it had something to do with the ghosts. Years ago he’d asked Grandpa Taizan why his mom stopped being a ninja, and was told that it was because she was haunted by the people she met and the places she’d been. Even now, Shunpei didn’t quite understand what he’d meant by that, but it didn’t feel right to ask. Besides, ghosts were scary! He’d totally be pretty tired if he could see them at night.

Suddenly his mother’s gaze shifted away from the soup and matched his own, but only for a moment. He averted his eyes back to his dish and quickly resumed eating. “...Is everything okay?” he heard her ask.

“Don't worry mom. Everything's fine,” Shunpei sheepishly answered, taking in the finishing bites of his breakfast, “It’s just... I’m really sorry for waking you up this morning.”

“It’s alright, I was... I wad awake anyway, but it’s good that you care.” She took a final drink of her soup, and patted him on the back before giving him a smile. She then got up, and gestured for Shunpei to follow. “Anyway let’s get you to that ceremony you’ve been so excited for.”

“Good idea,” Shunpei nodded and ran ahead to the door where he started to put on his sandals. Moments later, he was fully prepared to go! ...Almost. He stood to his feet, puffed out his chest, and looked at his mom, who was waiting by the door with a large umbrella. With deep breaths and balled fists, Shunpei took a long moment to steel his nerves before making his solemn declaration.

“Sorry, but I can’t let you walk me to school anymore,” he mumbled, eyes downcast and declaration not at all as solemn as he would’ve liked, “I’m a Genin now, so I gotta do stuff like this myself from now on.”

There was silence. And then...

“I see...”

There was the sound of shifting cloth as arms wrapped around Shunpei, pulling the boy into a long, tight hug. He was soon released, and faced with his mother’s visage. She was on the verge of tears, but she had on the widest smile he’d seen in a long time. “I-I’m sorry. You’re right, you’re right,” she sniffled, “I just can't believe how fast you're growing up. _{Maybe soon you...}” She shook her head and pulled him into another, briefer hug. “Congratulations Shuuchan, I’m so proud of you!”

“Thanks mom!” Shunpei beamed, “For everything! Like those cool jutsu! I couldn't have done it without you... Oh!” The boy came to an important realization. “Is dad still here too?” he asked.

Disappointingly, she shook her head. “Sorry Shuuchan. He left a while ago,” she explained, “But I’m sure he’s proud of you too.”

“Alright...” Shunpei sighed. He didn’t expect any different, but it still hurt to hear, especially since this was his special day. On the bright side, the good part about such an occurrence being commonplace was that he was able to get over it quickly. “Well... I better get going!”

However, his departure was rapidly cut short by the hand that shot out, grabbing his kerchief by the knot. “Now wait a second, young man. You might be a genin who can walk himself to school, but you still need to take the umbrella. You'll get sick otherwise,” she ordered, pressing the parasol into Shunpei’s arms. “Now you can go.”

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In the end the umbrella ended up being a largely useless accessory; Shunpei’s excited running ensured that most of his body was beyond even the wide aegis of the umbrella. The only parts largely untouched by the downpour were his back, his hair and his shoulders. Fortunately for him, as he approached the Suiren bridge, it seemed that that fact was not going to change.

About halfway across the bridge, Shunpei stopped and narrowed his eyes, peering into the fog at something colorful bobbing in the water. ’Is that an umbrella in the water?’ he thought, ’Wonder what kind of weirdo throws their umbrella in the river, especially on a day like this!’ Then, shrugging off the peculiar sight, the Hatake boy continued on his way into the Academy, making sure to wipe his sandals off and shake his umbrella out before entering in order to avoid bothering his particularly anal uncle.

Unlike getting to the building, making his way to the classroom from there was as easy as it had ever been. "Hey Kodo!" Shunpei greeted as he dashed past his classmate, through the halls, and into his designated classroom - where he immediately stopped in his tracks, mind struggling to comprehend what he saw before him.

First things first, there was Kegawa. That orange hair and those crimson facial markings were unmistakable. Then there was Fukushu and her purple head, who was standing by the class rankings looking irate - at least more than usual. And there was Momomomomomomomomaru, who was busy licking-

"TENSAI!" Shunpei exclaimed, bounding down the stairs with even more alacrity than his journey to the Academy itself before practically leaping across the desk and throwing his arms over his best friend.

The G3TTTENING

Script style roleplaying? We aren't savages.

The acolyte becomes depressed by this and goes to the ice cream shop.

Gang Wars (A Star Wars Saga RP)

I'm interested in trying out this system. Thinking of rolling either a Scoundrel or Scout.

Fire Emblem: Fates ~ Entwined

@Genkai Pneumoniaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

But anyway, I edited a bit of the sheet into the Char Tab just now. Got a personality in mind but I gotta actually finish it before I'm comfortable editing it in.

@BurningDaisies No great preference.