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If you want I'll volunteer to help you out RumikoOhara, I've seen the show, read the comics and played the games as well as participate in a few walking dead RPs myself.
CS has been posted in the bin.
Name: Akira Kurasawa
Nickname/Alias: ---
Gender: Male
Age and date of birth: 4/5/463-13 years old
Age Appearance: 14
Sexuality: No real interest in romance yet.
Parents: Shuya and Mika Kurasawa
Length and build 5'1" Short and stocky
Weight 50KG
Favorite weather and season Windy dry Autumn
Village: Konohagure
Birthplace: A small village not far from Konohagure
Organization: None
Clan/Bloodline: Kurasawa
Rank: Genin
Chakra Nature: Kaze/wind
Appearance:
Personality: A fairly laid back and relaxed person for the most part Akira tends to try and avoid extraneous work when he can. Training is something he does as and when he feels like it with no real schedule for things, preferring to tackle problems as they come. He's an optimist and likes to look on the bright side of things while avoiding difficult confrontations. Socially he's somewhat of a everyman, he's neither particularly shy or attention seeking and is quite comfortable on his own, he often takes a little bit to loosen up in new groups. He varies between instinctive and patient depending on the situation he is in. Akira is and most likely will always be the kind of person to put himself first, in a life of death situation he would sooner turn and flee than die on the battle field, this side of him he keeps secret and hopes he will never have to face these kinds of situations.
History: The Kurasawa family is old and well respected though not as mighty ninja warriors or heroic healers, as traders. For generations the men of the family have traveled the lands, peddling goods and forming business contacts. Akira was the youngest of the current generation and his brothers had already gone on to inherit important duties by the time he was ready to start, luckily he had no interest in business and trading, all that counting coins and calculating loss, profit and potential gain as well as being forced to remember the figures for import taxes in the various towns and nations bored him greatly. Having been raised on stories of brave Konohagure it was not surprising that he decided to enrol in the academy as soon as he came of age.
Akira's hopes of becoming a legendary ninja were almost cut short however after the first few stages of the academy indicated that he had extremely low Chakra levels, Ninjutsu and Genjutsu came naturally to the other students and while Akira tried hard to keep up he soon came to realise the hard truth that he simply couldn't match them. With the prospect of dropping out of the academy and returning home and having to join his brothers in trading hanging over him Akira was spurred on to focus on mastering Taijutsu to keep his place, he worked hard and perfected the basic techniques but it wasn't enough, then he received a gift from one of the older and more experienced ninjas, he never caught the man's name and since that day he's never seen him but the bushy brows certainly made sure he'd never be forgotten. The gift was a wooden training sword, the man had said something about finding your own way and not needing chakra mastery to be a ninja, a toothy grin and a thumbs up and they were gone. After that Akira honed his Taijutsu skills, incorporating a unique self taught sword style and then going on to continue his time in the academy.
At times it was tough, watching the others walk up trees was hard but he just figured he'd be able to climb it much faster. He was mocked and teased from time to time, people told him that a boy with trader blood wasn't cut out for ninja training. Instead of feeling sorry for himself Akira focused on other things, he learnt to use each of the basic ninja tools, utilising them and figuring out how to make his own custom versions, he made a few friends too, they showed him a few basic Chakra techniques to enhance Taijutsu performance. Eventually he graduated from the academy, against all odds he'd succeeded. His father, who had been one of the few family members to support his ninja aspirations, gave him a beautiful set of crystal Tantõs to celebrate and then Akira set out to continue down his path.
Theme Song: http://youtu.be/z_mdSEuZ7k8
Weapons/Items[u][/u]:
Skills/Abilities
Strengths
Good reflexes and perceptive abilities.
Capable of short burst of great speed and energy.
Great skill with his blades and Taijutsu.
Weaknesses
Lack of advanced chakra control or utilisation.
Limited stamina when traveling long distances.
Special Traits
Better than average eyesight and hearing.
He only uses his swords and Taijutsu in combat.
Kekkei Genkai: None (that he knows of)
Name of Kekkei Genkai:---
Clan:---
Description:---
Jutsu:
Custom Jutsu
Summons
Shuya remained fixed in his rigid salute until the commander had left, he let out a sigh and his body sank away from attention to a calmer and more casual stance. He looked around at the different groups diverging off to different locations, he licked his dry lips and decided to head off to his bunkhouse. Stopping only to check it was the right one he stepped inside, one of the first to arrive he left to door open to let some much needed air into the stuffy room. Glancing around he noticed a few of the faces he'd stood beside a little earlier, he continued down towards the far end of the bunkhouse and retrieved the small bag, or rather sack, of personal items from under the bunk. He hoisted himself onto the top bed and started to unpack, he muttered a checklist aloud as he did so. "Towel, soap, toothbrush and toothpaste." He shoved the set of toiletries to one side and began to unload the rest of his things. A thick paperback book entitled 'To kill a titan' tumbled out, next was the latest news paper for the residents of the inner wall, then a shiny silver pocket watch with the symbol of the king etched into it, a set of casual garments followed there after before he turned the bag upside and shook it until his notepad and a set of pencils came out as well. Nodding with satisfaction he set each item in it's place and tucked the bag away under the bed, he stayed in his uniform, deciding to try and wear it in a little before training started.
Jumping down from the bed Shuya looked around at the set of other recruits, a few more had come in and were just starting to unpack. He tucked the pocket watch away into one of his pocket and took the newspaper under his arm, next he moved to area outside the bunkhouse and sat on a bench beside the door way, passing an older looking boy who had just removed his boots and finished unpacking. Whistling to himself, Shuya began to read the paper, leaning back and occasionally glancing up to see the new recruits passing by. This, he thought, was as good a way as any to pass the time until the call for dinner came, especially considering he didn't know anyone.
Jumping down from the bed Shuya looked around at the set of other recruits, a few more had come in and were just starting to unpack. He tucked the pocket watch away into one of his pocket and took the newspaper under his arm, next he moved to area outside the bunkhouse and sat on a bench beside the door way, passing an older looking boy who had just removed his boots and finished unpacking. Whistling to himself, Shuya began to read the paper, leaning back and occasionally glancing up to see the new recruits passing by. This, he thought, was as good a way as any to pass the time until the call for dinner came, especially considering he didn't know anyone.
Changed it to better than aberage eyesight and hearing. Any suggestions about how I should start?
Angus was suspicious, there were two Darknuts present and each had a completely opposing view, was it really possible that they were completely unfamiliar with each other? That they'd each traveled to the festival with no knowledge of the other? He thought that the Darknuts, like most fiends, operated with a hoard like mentality, all connected to each other. It was certainly not impossible to imagine the dark king having caught wind of the goddess' plans and sent two elites to dispatch the 'heroes' before they had a chance train and grow strong enough to defeat him. His hand shifted to hover over the handle of his hammer, he didn't know if he was just being paranoid but it was better than being unprepared.
He decided to speak after the fairy had finished. "My name is Angus in case you were wondering, and Lethe is right, we can't dispute that we've all been chosen." He looked around at each of the faces. "All of us, we can't ignore the call of the goddess, we HAVE to act." He sighed. "Even the children. I doubt any of us would have been selected if we weren't capable, if the goddess didn't have faith in us." Lowering his hand away from the hammer, assuming that the Darknut would have acted already if he was planning something. "We cannot afford to waste any more time arguing and asking questions." He turned to face the fairy, a somewhat grim expression on his face. "I trust you have an idea of where we should start? After all, you're our guide right?"
He decided to speak after the fairy had finished. "My name is Angus in case you were wondering, and Lethe is right, we can't dispute that we've all been chosen." He looked around at each of the faces. "All of us, we can't ignore the call of the goddess, we HAVE to act." He sighed. "Even the children. I doubt any of us would have been selected if we weren't capable, if the goddess didn't have faith in us." Lowering his hand away from the hammer, assuming that the Darknut would have acted already if he was planning something. "We cannot afford to waste any more time arguing and asking questions." He turned to face the fairy, a somewhat grim expression on his face. "I trust you have an idea of where we should start? After all, you're our guide right?"
Modified it so he has a set of the Crystal daggers, he carries one at a time and replaces them when they break. Removed shadow of the dancing leaf.
Hope I'm not too late for this.
Name: Shuya Takuto
Age: 16 May 3rd
Gender: Male
Personality: Shuya is a committed and generally hard working person, he is happy to keep to himself mostly, alone with his thoughts waiting until someone starts a conversation with him. He tends to avoid confrontation where possible but also tries to make sure to have the respect of those around him, he does this by remaining polite and letting his actions speak for themselves. Depending on his mood he can either be humorous and upbeat or fairly pessimistic.
Appearance:
Bio: Born and raised within the edge of wall Sina in a moderately wealthy family. Shuya's father left the house a few years before the fall of wall Maria to join the scouting legion...He never returned, on his last expedition his father was apparently separated from the rest of the scouts. His mother raised him alone but Shuya believed his father was still alive outside the walls and aspired to eventually join then. As time went by his mother found out about his plans and forbid him from ever joining the survey corps. She thought that a life in the military police would suit him well, it was safe from the titans and he would have enough money to live a comfortable life, eventually Shuya began to come around to the idea...
Eventually Shuya came of age, he headed to the recruitment gathering and stood before the wagon leading to the training camps. With a final look over his shoulder and weak wave to his mother he climbed aboard, slung his bag on the back of the cart and sighed, well aware what he was getting into.
Proficiency:
Speed and movement with the 3D gear.
Quick thinking and improvisation.
Determination and confidence.
Inefficiencies:
No experience of what titans are capable of having never seen one.
Doesn't commit to long term planning.
Poor navigational skills and easily disoriented.
Other: I <3 3DMG
Name: Shuya Takuto
Age: 16 May 3rd
Gender: Male
Personality: Shuya is a committed and generally hard working person, he is happy to keep to himself mostly, alone with his thoughts waiting until someone starts a conversation with him. He tends to avoid confrontation where possible but also tries to make sure to have the respect of those around him, he does this by remaining polite and letting his actions speak for themselves. Depending on his mood he can either be humorous and upbeat or fairly pessimistic.
Appearance:
Bio: Born and raised within the edge of wall Sina in a moderately wealthy family. Shuya's father left the house a few years before the fall of wall Maria to join the scouting legion...He never returned, on his last expedition his father was apparently separated from the rest of the scouts. His mother raised him alone but Shuya believed his father was still alive outside the walls and aspired to eventually join then. As time went by his mother found out about his plans and forbid him from ever joining the survey corps. She thought that a life in the military police would suit him well, it was safe from the titans and he would have enough money to live a comfortable life, eventually Shuya began to come around to the idea...
Eventually Shuya came of age, he headed to the recruitment gathering and stood before the wagon leading to the training camps. With a final look over his shoulder and weak wave to his mother he climbed aboard, slung his bag on the back of the cart and sighed, well aware what he was getting into.
Proficiency:
Speed and movement with the 3D gear.
Quick thinking and improvisation.
Determination and confidence.
Inefficiencies:
No experience of what titans are capable of having never seen one.
Doesn't commit to long term planning.
Poor navigational skills and easily disoriented.
Other: I <3 3DMG
Name: Akira Kurasawa
Nickname/Alias: ---
Gender: Male
Age and date of birth: 4/5/463-13 years old
Age Appearance: 14
Sexuality: No real interest in romance yet.
Parents: Shuya and Mika Kurasawa
Length and build 5'1" Short and stocky
Weight 50KG
Favorite weather and season Windy dry Autumn
Village: Konohagure
Birthplace: A small village not far from Konohagure
Organization: None
Clan/Bloodline: Kurasawa
Rank: Genin
Chakra Nature: Kaze/wind
Appearance:
Personality: A fairly laid back and relaxed person for the most part Akira tends to try and avoid extraneous work when he can. Training is something he does as and when he feels like it with no real schedule for things, preferring to tackle problems as they come. He's an optimist and likes to look on the bright side of things while avoiding difficult confrontations. Socially he's somewhat of a everyman, he's neither particularly shy or attention seeking and is quite comfortable on his own, he often takes a little bit to loosen up in new groups. He varies between instinctive and patient depending on the situation he is in. Akira is and most likely will always be the kind of person to put himself first, in a life of death situation he would sooner turn and flee than die on the battle field, this side of him he keeps secret and hopes he will never have to face these kinds of situations.
History: The Kurasawa family is old and well respected though not as mighty ninja warriors or heroic healers, as traders. For generations the men of the family have traveled the lands, peddling goods and forming business contacts. Akira was the youngest of the current generation and his brothers had already gone on to inherit important duties by the time he was ready to start, luckily he had no interest in business and trading, all that counting coins and calculating loss, profit and potential gain as well as being forced to remember the figures for import taxes in the various towns and nations bored him greatly. Having been raised on stories of brave Konohagure it was not surprising that he decided to enrol in the academy as soon as he came of age.
Akira's hopes of becoming a legendary ninja were almost cut short however after the first few stages of the academy indicated that he had extremely low Chakra levels, Ninjutsu and Genjutsu came naturally to the other students and while Akira tried hard to keep up he soon came to realise the hard truth that he simply couldn't match them. With the prospect of dropping out of the academy and returning home and having to join his brothers in trading hanging over him Akira was spurred on to focus on mastering Taijutsu to keep his place, he worked hard and perfected the basic techniques but it wasn't enough, then he received a gift from one of the older and more experienced ninjas, he never caught the man's name and since that day he's never seen him but the bushy brows certainly made sure he'd never be forgotten. The gift was a wooden training sword, the man had said something about finding your own way and not needing chakra mastery to be a ninja, a toothy grin and a thumbs up and they were gone. After that Akira honed his Taijutsu skills, incorporating a unique self taught sword style and then going on to continue his time in the academy.
At times it was tough, watching the others walk up trees was hard but he just figured he'd be able to climb it much faster. He was mocked and teased from time to time, people told him that a boy with trader blood wasn't cut out for ninja training. Instead of feeling sorry for himself Akira focused on other things, he learnt to use each of the basic ninja tools, utilising them and figuring out how to make his own custom versions, he made a few friends too, they showed him a few basic Chakra techniques to enhance Taijutsu performance. Eventually he graduated from the academy, against all odds he'd succeeded. His father, who had been one of the few family members to support his ninja aspirations, gave him a beautiful set of crystal Tantõs to celebrate and then Akira set out to continue down his path.
Theme Song: http://youtu.be/z_mdSEuZ7k8
Weapons/Items[u][/u]:
Skills/Abilities
Strengths
Good reflexes and perceptive abilities.
Capable of short burst of great speed and energy.
Great skill with his blades and Taijutsu.
Weaknesses
Lack of advanced chakra control or utilisation.
Limited stamina when traveling long distances.
Special Traits
Better than average eyesight and hearing.
He only uses his swords and Taijutsu in combat.
Kekkei Genkai: None (that he knows of)
Name of Kekkei Genkai:---
Clan:---
Description:---
Jutsu:
Custom Jutsu
Summons
Tarwin was able to conceal his nerves on the ride out by idly chatting with those around him, when his mouth was moving his brain was too busy coming up with topics of conversation to worry about the vast army of eleven warriors they were approaching. He wore his large and colourful poncho as always, it allowed him to conceal a short sword and still appear unarmed. While he did see the sense in not brandishing weapons he also wasn't prepared to meet this mad prince without a weapon handy. He quietened down as the elf ranks parted and their leader stepped forward, steeling himself and putting on a slight smile to try and appear less scared.
He let the prince do the talking, bar patrons and merchants were the kind of people Tarwin normally conversed with and so he had no real clue how to conduct himself in this sort of situation. Atop his horse he sat, slightly behind the prince but listening closely, not that it meant much to him, politics and world affairs bored him greatly so the talk of a new king was neither significant or surprising in his eyes. He looked around at the guards on the elvish side, the tired and bland exasperation that painted each of their faces spoke more than words ever could. Turning back to the parlay for moment he heard that it was actually a queen, he tilted his head to look upwards, picturing what she might look like before swiftly shaking his head and returning to the moment at hand.
It looked like the peaceful attempt had failed as they rode back with near enough a guarantee of battle sooner or later. "Hmph. Spare us from the arrogance of elves!" He shouted as their leader sunk behind into the wall of shields. His steed turned and the group slowly withdrew before convening, the prince certainly had a good idea.
Tarwin nodded. "I saw it on each of their faces, no commitment to the cause." He thought for a little while, weighing up his options. While the idea of risking his life and trying to assassinate an elvish didn't really appeal the thought of doing nothing and waiting was far worse. "I'm in." He drew his short sword and grinned, the enchantment causing a red shimmer to run along the blade casting a faint glow. "I 'reckon we could probably flank them if we rode far enough north then turned to loop behind them, that'll be where the prince is right? Some kind of commander's tent? We get in, do the deed and slip away." He laughed a little, likely out of nervousness. "Sounds nice and simple when you say it out loud." But he knew in reality it would be anything but.
He let the prince do the talking, bar patrons and merchants were the kind of people Tarwin normally conversed with and so he had no real clue how to conduct himself in this sort of situation. Atop his horse he sat, slightly behind the prince but listening closely, not that it meant much to him, politics and world affairs bored him greatly so the talk of a new king was neither significant or surprising in his eyes. He looked around at the guards on the elvish side, the tired and bland exasperation that painted each of their faces spoke more than words ever could. Turning back to the parlay for moment he heard that it was actually a queen, he tilted his head to look upwards, picturing what she might look like before swiftly shaking his head and returning to the moment at hand.
It looked like the peaceful attempt had failed as they rode back with near enough a guarantee of battle sooner or later. "Hmph. Spare us from the arrogance of elves!" He shouted as their leader sunk behind into the wall of shields. His steed turned and the group slowly withdrew before convening, the prince certainly had a good idea.
Tarwin nodded. "I saw it on each of their faces, no commitment to the cause." He thought for a little while, weighing up his options. While the idea of risking his life and trying to assassinate an elvish didn't really appeal the thought of doing nothing and waiting was far worse. "I'm in." He drew his short sword and grinned, the enchantment causing a red shimmer to run along the blade casting a faint glow. "I 'reckon we could probably flank them if we rode far enough north then turned to loop behind them, that'll be where the prince is right? Some kind of commander's tent? We get in, do the deed and slip away." He laughed a little, likely out of nervousness. "Sounds nice and simple when you say it out loud." But he knew in reality it would be anything but.
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