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Yadami gazed at the training grounds from his perch ontop of a nearby tree. He pulled out a small telescope and closely inspected his new students.
"Hm. Should be alright." Yadami muttered to himself, before concentrating his chakra in the soles of his feet and leaping down to the ground. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small book filled with training tactics, A particular excerise invented by the Hakate clan piqued Yadami's interest. "This shouldn't be too difficult for them..." He thought, before making rhe handseals of the Shadow Clone Jutsu and sending a clone into the croud the of Chuunin.
The clone walked calmly infront of the group, staring them down with his Sharingan. "Hello all of you, I am your Sensei; Yadami Uchiha."
"Gotta' work together with a buncha' people...ugh, we'll see how this goes..." With Kai's focus on the journal in his hands, the boy sat leaning against a tree, his eyes on the pages before him. "Wounder which one of these misfits is gonna' be the one to bark orders at the rest of us...there's always one of em'." The boy's thoughts traveled like they tended to every so often. Like he usually did, Kai wanted to analyise his surroundings and pinpoint what was what. Indeed, his attention was split between the inventions written upon the leather bound pages in his hands and the teammates surrounding him, but the boy had displayed some skill in multi tasking. He'd never admit it though, but multi tasking had a bad tendency of cutting his memory short.
Pulling his legs closer to his chest, the boy scribbed something down on the page and breathed out. This was going to be the start of a very long and very new journey. Some of these people weren't even from Konoha. Actually, most of them weren't. "We're gonna' have to present ourselves soon, no doubt..." Kai would have to admit that he was curious to know about the others. What brought them here? What had happened which lead them to this specific spot? Every experience in a person's life is a cog in a machine, and Kai loved his machines. Turning to look at the newly arrived man who would undoubtedly act as their teacher and leader, Kai tilted his head curiously. Once the man spoke, suspicions were quickly confirmed and the boy nodded in greeting. "Hello..." He spoke, the boy's quiet voice making its way to the man's ears. "An Uchiha, huh...? Cool." Peering into the Sharingan was an unnerving feeling to say the least, but it was accompanied by undoubtable curiosity. What lurked behind those red orbs? In time, Kai was sure to find out.
Haruka was just standing around, fidgeting with her belt, adjusting the sword on her back and running her fingers through her hair; anything but looking at the people around her and thinking about her current situation. She had no idea what sort of power these guys held and that little voice in the back of her head was muttering about how utterly weak she was. One probably could not tell just how uncomfortable she was, unless they took her fidgeting for the nerves it actually was, rather than the impatience it could also easily have been and actually sort of was. She hated waiting. Waiting was such a waste of time. She could be training; giving her body a much needed workout. Instinctively, she flexed her arm so the muscles twitched to life and bulged out.
Just as she was contemplating dropping to the ground and doing some push-ups, their instructor walked up to the front of the group and; with his Sharingan eyes blazing at them all, simply introduced himself. Haruka felt a lump in her throat at the sight of his blood-red gaze and, for just a moment, she was not entirely sure if she could actually handle this. Everything about those eyes terrified her, but they held such great potential. If she had had the Sharingan, she surely would not have all the problems she did when it came to utilizing her chakra. She would never know, but she was sure of it. It made her feel weak, knowing that other people had blood that gave them powers beyond anything she could ever achieve.
A small, quiet hello drifted from the back of the group and despite it's quietness, it was easily heard over the total silence. Haruka turned her head a bit to see who had spoken and immediately regretted it when she looked around at the other chuunin. To her, they all looked so strong. She could practically feel the power pulsing around them and she suddenly felt so small.
"Hm. Should be alright." Yadami muttered to himself, before concentrating his chakra in the soles of his feet and leaping down to the ground. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small book filled with training tactics, A particular excerise invented by the Hakate clan piqued Yadami's interest. "This shouldn't be too difficult for them..." He thought, before making rhe handseals of the Shadow Clone Jutsu and sending a clone into the croud the of Chuunin.
The clone walked calmly infront of the group, staring them down with his Sharingan. "Hello all of you, I am your Sensei; Yadami Uchiha."
"Gotta' work together with a buncha' people...ugh, we'll see how this goes..." With Kai's focus on the journal in his hands, the boy sat leaning against a tree, his eyes on the pages before him. "Wounder which one of these misfits is gonna' be the one to bark orders at the rest of us...there's always one of em'." The boy's thoughts traveled like they tended to every so often. Like he usually did, Kai wanted to analyise his surroundings and pinpoint what was what. Indeed, his attention was split between the inventions written upon the leather bound pages in his hands and the teammates surrounding him, but the boy had displayed some skill in multi tasking. He'd never admit it though, but multi tasking had a bad tendency of cutting his memory short.
Pulling his legs closer to his chest, the boy scribbed something down on the page and breathed out. This was going to be the start of a very long and very new journey. Some of these people weren't even from Konoha. Actually, most of them weren't. "We're gonna' have to present ourselves soon, no doubt..." Kai would have to admit that he was curious to know about the others. What brought them here? What had happened which lead them to this specific spot? Every experience in a person's life is a cog in a machine, and Kai loved his machines. Turning to look at the newly arrived man who would undoubtedly act as their teacher and leader, Kai tilted his head curiously. Once the man spoke, suspicions were quickly confirmed and the boy nodded in greeting. "Hello..." He spoke, the boy's quiet voice making its way to the man's ears. "An Uchiha, huh...? Cool." Peering into the Sharingan was an unnerving feeling to say the least, but it was accompanied by undoubtable curiosity. What lurked behind those red orbs? In time, Kai was sure to find out.
Haruka was just standing around, fidgeting with her belt, adjusting the sword on her back and running her fingers through her hair; anything but looking at the people around her and thinking about her current situation. She had no idea what sort of power these guys held and that little voice in the back of her head was muttering about how utterly weak she was. One probably could not tell just how uncomfortable she was, unless they took her fidgeting for the nerves it actually was, rather than the impatience it could also easily have been and actually sort of was. She hated waiting. Waiting was such a waste of time. She could be training; giving her body a much needed workout. Instinctively, she flexed her arm so the muscles twitched to life and bulged out.
Just as she was contemplating dropping to the ground and doing some push-ups, their instructor walked up to the front of the group and; with his Sharingan eyes blazing at them all, simply introduced himself. Haruka felt a lump in her throat at the sight of his blood-red gaze and, for just a moment, she was not entirely sure if she could actually handle this. Everything about those eyes terrified her, but they held such great potential. If she had had the Sharingan, she surely would not have all the problems she did when it came to utilizing her chakra. She would never know, but she was sure of it. It made her feel weak, knowing that other people had blood that gave them powers beyond anything she could ever achieve.
A small, quiet hello drifted from the back of the group and despite it's quietness, it was easily heard over the total silence. Haruka turned her head a bit to see who had spoken and immediately regretted it when she looked around at the other chuunin. To her, they all looked so strong. She could practically feel the power pulsing around them and she suddenly felt so small.
Interested
Interested in seeing an OOC for sure
The RP has begun, link: meetingwords.com/uhgiojro7
Accepted, move him to the character section cx
So... I just got this hunger that I cannot quench.
I was just looking for a Naruto themed RP. Frustrated that I couldn't find one in the usual corners I look when I try to find hidden things.
-Not a single one, can you believe it?
But here you are, far outside my known realm called 'casual'
I have finally found you!
Is there still room?
If so, Is it okay if I take a little time to write my sheet?
It looks like It needs to be a lot more inclusive then I am used to.
But a challenge never slowed me down!
-unless it stopped me dead in my tracks ...you can't win them all.
If you want to start ASAP, I can usually think of a good reason for being late/willing to change my story for the greater good.
Thursday...?
-if I am not done by Thursday you can write me off!
Hows the character coming? We are starting today.
Artorias the Divine
Age: 32
Deity: Ares
Divine Blessing:
Stats: (level (exp))
Strength: G (10)
Constitution: G (10)
Agility: H (2)
Speed: H (1)
Will: H (1)
Power: G (10)
Magic:
Burn: Small flames erupt from Atorias's hand.
Illusion image: An image of something is created.
Divine Skills:
Sword play
Battle Tactics
Equipment:
Divine Judgement
Artorias's sword, only weldable by two hands; and can only be truly mastered by a follower of Ares. It channels the battle energy of the user and allows them to utilize it in combat. It has some magical enhancements and is slightly stronger than regular steel.
Max strength: G, Max power: G
Crimson Knight Armor
The armor of warrior, offers great protection but slows down the user considerably.
Mundane skills:
Blacksmithing
Literate
Intimidation
Planning
Personality: Artorias is short tempered and swift to jump into a conflict, but not before carefully planning his first move; and maybe his second, third, and fourth moves as well. Some people admire him for his strength and divine linage, while others dislike his flaring hot temper and habit of starting conflict. However in the battlefield he can rally troops regardless of their opinions of him and has the spirit and charisma of a natural commander.
History/Bio: Artorias's mother was a blacksmith, she had a strong will and rough hands; probably why Ares took a liking to her. Although not enough to stay with her after getting her pregnant, he did leave his future son some gifts. His inheritance so to speak. After Ares left his mother to return to Olympus, she was very distraught. But she didn't want the village to see her as weak, so she married a rich and brash man by the name of Brandon shortly after the god's departure.
Brandon stayed with her throughout the pregnancy and was there when Artorias was born, effectively making him the boys father. Although it wasn't exactly a healthy relationship, Brandon was out most of the day during Artorias's early childhood and his mother had to attend to her forge. So during his free time alone Artorias learned how to read, it was difficult with nobody to help him during the day but after a few years he had mastered it.
It was around this time that it was becoming apparent that Ares was his father. He was very strong for an eight year old and got into alot of fights with other children in his village, this was all small evidence compared to the crimson arcane runes starting to show on his body. Once when he was twelve a child made the mistake of picking on him for the markings in his ignorance of their power, Artorias got very angered and for the first time his power manifested and the bully was set on fire by the power of his divine blessing markings; kinda ironic huh?
When Artorias was thirteen he apprenticed with his mother at the forge and learned basic weapon and armor smithing, but he decided it wasn't really his calling. He wanted to be a warrior, the thick of the action was his dream. In hopes of bettering his skills for this he enrolled at the soldier's academy in his village, where he studied for several years and learned the bulk of his combat knowledge. He was at the top of his class upon graduation and was easily the most powerful warrior in his village. When he returned home from his graduation ceremony at the academy his mother was waiting for him, with the gifts that Ares had put aside before he left her.
She bestowed upon him a two handed battle sword and a crimson suit of armor, of finer quality than even she herself couldn't create. This was the best present Artorias had ever recieved, he was thrilled; and couldn't wait to test them out in the heat of battle. Everyone told him that he had huge prospects as a guardsman, but he thought that was a boring lifeless husk of a career. and decided that he wanted to become a sellsword. It wasn't difficult to get business being the best in the village and all, after several successful jobs Artorias became known as one of the best out there; not just in his village. That kind of attention attracted all sorts of people, especially with the knowledge that he is the child of Ares. He began hearing whispers of a group called "rogues", he didn't know much at all; only that they had something to do with the divine and that they were bad news. Seeing this as a business opportunity, Artorias had advertisements established in the big city. He hoped to attract the enemies of these "rogues" and to charge them a pretty penny for his services.
Shard, I have a dice roller that we can all see. So you can still post when nobody else is online; and you can still roll for actions. I did it this way so we could RP without being on at the same time. But we will try to get on and RP in real time as much as we can, obviously.
Thursday is acceptable, because that is when I plan to start. You can ask me questions on the rp page as well (meetingwords.com/uhgiojro7)
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