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Kana Kinoshi WIP

Name : Name: Kana Kinoshi

Nickname : Doc

Gender : Male

Age : 36

Appearance :

Kana is 5’ 7” and weighs 180 pounds. He has long dark hair down to his waist which he mostly keeps tied into a heavy braid. His skin is a nice tan due to his Sand Country ancestry. His eyes are a sort of brownish hazel kept behind glasses. He often wears a modified lab coat over his t shirt. The coat is fitted and has many more pockets than a regular one making it seem more like a long vest that falls to mid-thigh. He has a sort of tenor voice which raises a bit higher when he is excited. He is extremely sarcastic and uses this to cope with dangerous or stressful situations.

Personality:
“Life is to be valued and protected even at the cost of one's own life. Yet, life is not an asset, you cannot use other people's lives, only they can choose to give up their own life.”

During his Academy days, Kana was a quiet boy. He was given more to reading. He always found different things interesting, from history to scientific journals. He was never really good at keeping up with the pop culture which made him awkward in social talks. He was friendly but shy. He was always ready to help and would put others first. He likes cat though he has none of his own. He will always feed strays. He has short hair and mostly wears a T shirt and comfortable jeans. He has short hair and big glasses.

He is very focused on medicine and will often be found reading a book. During his Chunin phase of his life, he developed a very sarcastic
approach and He likes to be silly because he feels that life is too short to be all sour. He is not reckless or stupid but enjoys the occasional rebellion.


Status : Jounin

Chakra : Lightning/Wind and Medical Jutsu

Jutsu :















Background: Kana comes from a long line of healers. His grandmother married a Sand Village shinobi who had been targeted for death due to some obscure reason. He was found on the forest boundaries of the Fire Country near Konoha. This is the reason the Kinoshi Family know many wind techniques and are able to summon birds. Kana was not a stellar student, but he did find interest in the medical jutsus and is competent in wind and lighting styles. He enjoys volunteering at the hospital and would prefer the white walls to outside missions. However, he knows that combat medics are extremely valuable and understands his duty. Few people know that the reason he is so involved in Medical Jutsu is because his younger sister has a degenerative disease that is slowly killing her. It is his aim to find a medicine or jutsu that would be able to cure her. He had to take the Chunnin exams twice and just recently was given the title of Jounin due to his ability to perform Jutsu but cares very little about rank and instead focuses on doing his best. Currently not part of any team but is happy to be a trauma doctor in the hospital.

He was in the same team 9 as Mizo during their Genin years but though good team mates, they never really developed deep bonds. He was always curious of her views which often made her and their team leader dive into long arguments. He lost track of her when she went to the mountain of toads.


Fighting Style:
He developed a long range sort of fighting style. Kana will stick to his wind style when at all possible keeping to the shadows and using thrown weapons. Much of his wind style is centered on incapacitating as many opponents as possible. As a medical Nin, he is able to evade many attacks and does not consider fighting from the shadows as cowardice. Defensive: once the enemy gets in to mid-close range, Kana will evade and place distance between them. He will also use his poison and Raiton jutsu to incapacitate as many enemy as possible giving him a better chance to avoid direct combat. He also follows instructions as much as possible and will allow his platoon members to do their job and will not rush in if he sees them get hurt because he knows that if he gets hurt then they are all dead. his Medical taijutsu also enables him to use others weakness to his advantage hitting key points in the body. Using his superior intellect, he formulates plans and attacks in which the mission can be accomplished with the least amount of bloodshed as possible. He may not be a good a tactician as a Nara but he is not a berserker.

The thing is and this is what I find, whilst I can and have done writing rp's with groups of people, there will always be certain characters you just are better able to work with.
Others might not get the amount of depth or 'more content' that those you click with might have.
That said, I don't mind having more people, should you wish to bring someone in, but I myself wasn't particularly thinking of it. I kind of gotten used to us three doing Broken Skies, which now had become the both of us.


As I stated, I am more than happy on it just being us. I enjoy your post crafting and I enjoy our rhythm. I kind of just wanted to put it out there that in the even you felt we needed fresh blood I would be ok. As it stands, I think any more people might feel like third wheel.

Oh and don't worry too much about Eilis, while I enjoy throwing her around like a little ragdoll and tell you her death is imminent, I still need her alive, unless you're going to go rogue on me and suddenly reveal that Arn was an evil overlord all this time, she isn't going anywhere.
Arn's stuck with her.


lol, plot twist anyone? buuuuuut you may not be too far off. lol. I really have to work on the secondary story plot. I just forget cus I am enjoying focusing on the two unfortunates.

Man the old venray dude is salty huh? dang Scyllia cut him deep lol. I see a foreshadowing for poor Arn lol.
The magic shard on the wall between the beds seemed to glow once outside the vision of the young dwarf. Young by dwarven standards that is. His beard, only palm long, was a far cry from those dwarves who had lived near 200 or more years. Though not as long lived as the near immortal elves, some dwarves had been known to live to almost 500 years old. However, due to their constant quarrels with Orcs, other races, and sometimes even themselves, the great majority of dwarves tended to be between 200 and 300 years of age.

This long life in comparison to some demi humans, humanoids, and humans, meant that they had long memories which were slow to change. Since most dwarves were not very adept at magic, many saw magic users as devious and to an extent cowardly. Clerics, rune users, and shamans were sort of exempt as the magic was very practical and applied in a religious sort of level rather than a mystical sense.

Many dwarves would have smashed the orb immediately. Arn himself would have been wary of such a sentient magical device being in his room. As it was, when the gentle and cordial voice of Athena spoke from somewhere to his side, Arn automatically stepped further away from the sound and immediately started to reach for the hidden dagger in his boot while he scanned the room.

“Students have a choice between utilizing one of the student uniforms provided in the top drawer of your dresser or any other garment you may have brought for the Initiation Feast.”

Arn looked about and quickly identified the Orb. He stood up but did not approach or sheath his dagger again. “My apologies Lady Athena, you startled me.” Then with a more controlled voice he inquired. “I assumed your jurisdiction extended no further than the Main Hall. Apparently I was mistaken.” The young dwarf used politeness to mask his irritation at having a device that could indeed be helpful but could also be used to monitor him.

“Various locations are available through out the campus for the convenience of the students.”

The cleric stared at the orb but finally decided that it would be impossible to read an inanimate object no matter how interactive it may be. He shrugged and proceeded to give the uniforms provided a look over. The colors were much too flashy in comparison to the reserved ones utilized by the dwarven military. He also did not know the purpose of the scarf but he would wear it regardless.

The young dwarf appreciated the need for a school uniform. With the myriad of students, all different shapes and sizes. He placed the uniform on his bed and finding himself a towel proceeded to exit meaning to find a communal bath like he had on the military. Instead, after walking down and up the hall, he found no bath. Returning to his room, the young cleric realized there was yet an other door. could it be? Could this place be so lavish that each dorm room has a bath all of its own? The answer was a resounding yes.

This made him a bit melancholic as he was used to an open shower where all the cadets had shared a quick bath during only specific hours. This time however, the bath had a tub and a stall, a place to hang your towel and a place to hang your caddy. A very shiny mirror with some innate light hung over a very nice vanity and sink. There were also toiletries provided. Arn had only brought a small bag of sweet smelling sand. The military cadet decided to stick with what he knew for now. He was done much faster than the average person due to his training of quick showers to conserve water. He did not even wait for the water to warm up.

Finally refreshed after two months of travel, he returned to the shared room to change into the school uniform. He found it interesting that his uniform fit him perfectly. It was not too tight or too loose. These curiosities and the way that the school seemed to cater and know exactly what the students need it put him a bit on edge. He looked at himself on the provided full length mirror. He raised an eyebrow. He actually looked nice.

He spent more time on his beard that the whole bathing and dressing. Using a natural bristle comb, he brushed his beard tenderly and careful. Every one knows that a dwarf’s bear is his pride. The single braid the only adornment to his dark brown beard. He fidget with it a bit then patted it to rest with the remainder of his beard. His half pony tail was nice and tight with the rest of his hair falling as if with a skirt.

Being only a cadet, he still had all his hair. Veteran campaigners used to being in battle helmets for a long time sported balding or bald heads. Indeed, though he sported a beard, the facial features of the young dwarf marked him as one having just barely reached adulthood. He took a deep breath and turning sharply on his heels turned towards the door and headed to the feasting hall following the directions of the interactive map scroll.

He was of course a bit early. Thankfully he was not the only one. A pair of magely looking youths also seemed to have the decency of arriving early to an event.
@Cyrania hope you get better.
As for Eilis, well her fate is partially in your hands so it depends what your choices will be.


lol I feel like that meme where the guy is sweating bullets lol. NO pressure.

I mean dont get me wrong I totally appreciate the choices matter sort of play but I just hope I dont kill Poor Eilis lol.

also, do you feel that if we added more people to this RP it would mess with the play? I am not suggesting we recruit I am merely stating that your story deserves more audience and that if you were thinking of adding more people I would not have any objections.

to be fair though, I kinda like Eilis all to myself lol.
@mantou Well most dwarves keep to themselves under their keep but Clerics are different due to their "Tempering" which is short of like a Knight Errant sort of situation. So there may or may not be more dwarves in the school lol.

Arn listened to the dark haired woman. She said no lies. He was quite sure that all she said was at the very least something she believed in. He had seen enough to know that Eilis was more than met the eyes. He had felt things through his connection with her that made him feel uneasy. It was probably because of how she made him feel. Feelings that both enticed and made him wary. The biggest mystery was that they both had connected at all.

He remembered the first feeling of her. He was deeply wounded and very close to death. Yet, he had heard a call. As if they two had been connected. Romantics call such a connection as soul mates. Ironically, his own research had proven this notion to be true. Both spiritually and scientifically, all life in Ith is interwoven and connected by the Aether. The Weave is all and connects all. There is no reason to believe that in such a complex tapestry, there are not threads that interlock and could actually share the same origin.

This was the Fate that Scylla could be referring. For Arn, the moment he gave his word to Eilis he had bound himself to her. Actually, the moment that he had touched her to calm her, he had bound himself to her. To him, this was not a cage but it was a union that anchored him when he had felt to be nothing more than a leaf on the wind.

The battle mage’s eyes followed the woman cautiously. He scanned the area around her for any disturbance in the Weave. His stronger connection to the Aether allowed him to detect changes in the field. This same connection was making him feel jumpy. Almost as one who has taken drugs or full of adrenalin. His own field pulsed as if like a barely held in hurricane. Yet he contained himself.

His body was already feeling the strain of this enhanced connection. Somehow, this also gave him a feeling of euphoria. He wondered if Eilis felt stronger than this when in the state she had demonstrated? He looked at the still sleeping figure of his protegee through the corner of his eyes. If she shared her power with him…how would that feel?

There will be a day we will meet again and perhaps then you will agree with me.

He flared up just as she jumped away into the night. The reason for his sudden surge of anger was because he already agreed with her. His logical mind knew that killing Eilis was the best possible tactical action in regards to denying the enemy the power that the lovely girl seemed to posses. Without the connection that he now shared with her, he would have had very little qualm in sacrificing her for the benefit of millions.

This simple fact made him feel anger with himself. Was he being selfish? The answer was simple. YES.

Yet, this simple answer as actually the reason why his conviction in protecting her and allowing her to live free were redoubled. He had not doubts that she would be used. That the power that bound her would destroy any chance she had at a peaceful, happy life. Until he was able to free her, there was no guarantee that she would ever be able to live any type of life with him.

Arn wanted that chance more than anything and he would kill for it.

The mage took a deep breath and sealed his connection again. His body still buzzed from the surge of power and like any who take drugs, started to feel a craving for it. Thankfully, he had something that satisfied him, Eilis. He was already kneeling and checking her fully to ensure there was no great injury other than some cuts and scrapes and a bit of bruising where he had magically choked her.

A pang of regret ran through him but he knew it had to be done. He would make amends and apologize latter. He looked up when the old warrior spoke. The mage nodded as he started to lift the sleeping girl effortlessly. “I will tell you all I am able.” He still had a promise to keep but there was not much that had not been revealed already anyways.

Even if the old warrior had not suggested, death itself would not have been able to keep Arn from Eilis that night. As he went by Tyrhallan his voice was heavy and deeply apologetic. “I regret bringing such an evil to your house and family.” He stopped a few steps away and told the man without turning. “But I truly appreciate your protection. You are a man of great honor and I am honored to know you.”

He followed a servant who showed the mage to a different room. He placed the girl on the bed. A maid had brought water and cloth and was about to clean Eilis up but Arn gently grabbed the cloth from her hands. “Thank you for your kindness, Please, allow me to do that.” The middle aged woman gave him a knowing and gentle look and patted him on the shoulder. Without a word, she exited and closed the door behind her.

The master mage gently dabbed dirt and specks of blood from the sleeping girl. He picked debris from her hair and clothes until she was as perfect as he could get her. He looked down at her and sat on the edge of the bed. “I am sorry that I did not meet you sooner. I wish I could have prevented any of this from happening to you. But I am glad we met.” He said as he brushed back her hair.

He did not know what she was dreaming but he hoped that it was about living a life that was simple and happy.
Arn had returned from his daily work at the shrine on the Fort’s compound to a curious scroll sitting neatly on his humble bed. Clerics, just like any other military member, had spartan accommodations. This meant that their rooms had no locks and could be easily accessible to anyone. Theft was heavily frowned upon and discouraged via lashings or sometimes even worse, cutting off the offender’s hand.

Easy access to habitations did not really give others the right to enter other’s rooms. After a quick talk with the Barracks Seargant, none had been able to even identify a possible culprit. His superior, Master Hardal spoke simple yet very wise words. “Why don’t you just go to Hoseforne’s Academy and find what that is all about.” So a long journey later, made longer due to the fact that he could not simply borrow any of the War Boars or Great Goats that his military units employed.

However, the two month land journey enabled him to help people on the road and receive rides from travelers, farmers etc and experience life outside the cloistered walls of the Iron Gates Fort. it had been high time he initiated his Tempering anyways. Perhaps, it had even been a ploy from his wise master to get him out and into the world. This latter was not entirely unplausible.

Whatever the case, here he was here now, starting at the impressive architecture of Hoseforne’s. He was dressed in his everyday Gambesson, a black sort of jacket with matching black pants. His pack contained his armor, a few travel rations and most important of all, his Warhammer. His Warhammer was a sight to behold. Intricately engraved though none of the runes had been active for quite some time. It could also be considered a maul but thanks to his dwarven strength, Arn was able to wield it in one hand.

As he took he steps towards the Main Hall, he noticed a bulky warrior type purposefully bump into a person who could only be a magic user based on the dress and light body frame. Though Arn had no particular love or hate relationship with mages, he could not stand by and abide any sort of disrespect, especially for purely prejudiced purposes.

To pay back the other burly offender, he stepped into the person’s path. Thanks to his low stature, bulk and innate strength, bumping into the dwarf was like bumping into a small boulder. The offending warrior emitted an audible grunt as he was not expecting the collision. The human uttered an audible curse and looked down at the dwarf. Arn merely looked up and said calmly. “My apologies. Please be careful. You could get hurt bumping into people like that.” The other man gave the cleric a mean look but decided against any further altercation and moved along muttering under his breath.

Arn followed him with his gaze until the bulky man was out of sight in the mass of people and continued into the Main Hall. Despite having seen the majestic halls of his people under Iron Keep which boasted awe inspiring columns and architecture, even he could not help but widen his eyes and take in his breath at the sight of the magic crystal that command the Main Hall. It was more than the beautiful gem like exterior, his own limited magic affinity seemed to hum. For as many knew or rumored, anything that glints is a dwarf’s weakness.

The young cleric’s eyes scanned the room and identified cubicles that had many people going in and out of them. He found it interesting and impressive that such a great amount of people were able to keep from falling into chaos. Yet something inside him had known that he was to come here and he had somehow known that the cubicles were for sorting people. His logical and tactical mind made notes of this. This sort of efficiency would be helpful in other applications, such as triage.

He proceeded to an available line and waited patiently for his turn. Many students around him grumbled on the wait but the dwarf was used to this. Lines and the military were like inseparable lovers. So he inched along, straight backed and stoic faced until it was finally his turn. He entered the booth. Suddenly there was a voice that seemed to be speaking directly to his mind. He was surprised but the only physical evidence of that was the slight straightening of his back.

"Greeting's new student. I am Athena. Welcome to Hoseforn's Academy for Gifted Adventurers. Please present your acceptance scroll now."

“Yes ma’am” Arn replied smartly and he efficiently produced the scroll that had started it all. A light scanned the document and the female voice sounded in his head again.

"Letter accepted. Welcome Arn Thurson of the Stonehammer clan Vassals of the Battlehammer Clan.”

Arn lifted one eyebrow at how accurate Athena had addressed him following the dwarven protocols. He expressed his impressed feeling by nodding ever so slightly towards the small jewel in a sign of respect. Inanimate object it may be but it deserved to be acknowledged.

"This is a map of the school grounds, your dorm number is 785. A fresh uniform and any supplies you require will be waiting for you. Please change...bathe... and return to the Main Hall within an hour and a half for the welcoming feast. Attendance is mandatory."

“Understood.” His baritone voice again said properly and he exited the booth looking at his map and following the highlighted path to his room.

He moved like a stone amongst the tide of students. He saw many familiar and unique sights. There was even a point when he thought he saw a girl with pink hair and fox ears? He had no time to verify this as the sea of people swallowed her up. Shrugging, he continued down the rows of apartments to one labeled with the appropriate range.

The young dwarf moved from floor to floor until finally he was at his appointed room. He placed a hand upon the door experimentally and heard an audible click. Again, his eyebrows raised appreciatively. He was about to enter when his nose caught the scent of something scrumptious. He identified the smell coming from a blonde mage type entering a room a few doors down.

His stomach grumbled, having eaten only bland travel rations. He was glad that there would soon be a feast. Dwarves were known for their hearty appreciation of good food and good drink. Trained and shaped to be a deadly force, this did not mean that the young dwarf did not indulge in good food when available.

Inside the room he could see a humble but efficient set up. The room was much bigger than his own habitation back at the Fort but it had no fancy flourishes. He directed his attention to one of the stand up closets and was happy to find that there was even a place to set his armor for easy cleaning and storage. He continued to unpack his sparse belongings, an extra pair of everyday Gambesson and a ceremonial Doublet that was meant to be used for grand ceremonies.

The crystal had mentioned a school uniform. “I wonder if I am to wear my uniform to the feast or if I am required to wear my ceremonial garb?” Unknown to him, there were even small versions of Athena in the rooms and through out the school. This sort of comunication system would be quite lusted after by any military.
@Aerandir understood, I will look into it
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