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Merry Christmas boyos, don't forget to, like, be a good person and stuff. Also start thinkin of a new years resolution you'll actually go through with.
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Merry Christmas boyos, don't forget to, like, be a good person and stuff. Also start thinkin of a new years resolution you'll actually go through with.
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6 yrs ago
Status update: staying up all n8ght fuckin sucks and procrastination is a vile temptress.
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8 yrs ago
4 months into this hole 'being a responsible adult thing' and I've come to a conclusion: It sucks and I want to go back to the days where I didn't have to plan out my game time.
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8 yrs ago
Was supposed to be productive tonight. . . will try to be productive in the morning
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8 yrs ago
Taking a short break from posting till Monday/Tuesday, hopefully will feel more creative and less brain-dead
Konoha Academy---> Food Stall, Konohagakure Daybreak, Present Day
"Of course I know what your name is," Tsume said with a roll of her eyes, a put present on her face as she was forced off of Kitanai but aside from that no further complaint was given. Instead, she faced the Hatake boy with hands on her hips, clearly not appreciating his misunderstanding of her nickname. "I just thought that Shunichi sounded a bit cuter, ya know. It's a nickname, a pet name even! Or Are only you and Mistuko-chan allowed to give each other pet names? Hmmm?" Her tone was a bit accusatory as she looked between the white-haired boy and the quiet Hyuuga girl.
"If the two of you need some time alone, don't mind me. I'll just be catching up with Kitanai-sensei since it's been forever since he last visited." Sawako-san going to be so happy to see him, I just know it. She giggled at the thought of the three of them hanging out at the house sometime, perhaps even playing some of those boring board games that Sawako always tried to teach Tsume. Clearly she'd need to make sure that Kitanai didn't vanish again after he took them to do whatever team stuff they needed to do right now, but such things could wait for now. As she followed after Kitanai sensei, she couldn't help but catch a glance to her new teammates, wondering how they would all get along. She didn't know either of them particularly well, especially Mitsuko-chan who was really, really, really quiet most of the time. She also seemed to avoid Tsume a lot, which caused her to pout as she ponder on it. Did Mitsuko-chan not like her? Did she hate her? What could Tsume have done to become a target of avoidance for the shy girl? All the thoughts and more swirled within the red head's mind as they moved over to the food stall, rendering her unusually quiet the whole way.
However, once they did arrive, the girl made quick work to secure a seat next to Kitanai, though she didn't order anything as she looked over the menu with a soft 'Hmmmmm', uncertain of which type of ramen she wanted just yet.
Konoha Academy, Konohagakure Daybreak, Present Day
Tsume gaze didn't break from the loud jonin at first, still upset and aching to show this hag what she thought of people trying to bully others while she was around. However, as soon as she caught sight of the familiar figure, the woman was completely forgotten as the girl went ramrod straight in her posture, quickly sinking into her chair next to Kimura. Crimson eyes burrowed into Kitanai as fingers drummed fiercely against her desk. It wasn't until she felt the sharp sting of pain and the acrid smell of burnt wood that she realized that she was burning holes into her desk as small tips of her focused at her fingertips. Taking a few breathes to calm herself down, Tsume waited in quiet expectation, eyes filled with curiosity, excitement, and eager anticipation as she waited for Toshirou-sensei to finally get around to calling out names.
Part of her dreaded at first that she was making some kind of mistake, as Kitanai hadn't mentioned that he was coming over in any of the letters he'd sent over, but once his name had been officially called out, it took all of Tsume's discipline and restraint not to leap over her chair and give him a great big hug. When it was revealed that she was going to be on his team however, all pretense of control was instantly dropped.
A crimson blur blazed across the classroom, hopping from desk to desk until Kitanai found himself in a full-on bear hug as Tsume crashed into his chest.
"KITANAI-SAN!!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?!?! WHEN DID YOU BECOME A JONIN SENSEI?!!?! DID YOU ASK SPECIFICALLY TO BE MY TEACHER?!?! *Does this have to do with any secret ninja business?*" As the onslaught of questions that accompanied the flying tackle that Tsume gave her father rolled out of the small girl, she'd quickly shimmy her body around him until she was hanging from his neck over the back of his shoulder, eyes turning over to her new teammates. "Ohohohohohoh, before that, uh, let me introduce ya to these two. They're Shunichi and Mitsuko-chan. They're both kinda quiet, but nice. . *tho I think Shunichi needs to toughen up a little, but that's just between you me.*"
That last part of her impromptu intro for her teammates was whispered(poorly) into Kitanai's as she hung their, feet kicking idly in the air behind him as she shifted to cling even tighter to the man.
Yakushi Residence, Konohagakure Daybreak, Present Day
As that chestnut-haired woman talked to their sensei, Kimura would hear a slight rustling and muttered cursing coming from behind them, only for a wooden training kunai to go flying past her shoulder and right towards the loud woman. The one responsible for this disturbance slammed their hand down next to the Inuzuka girl, fiery red locks matched only by the equally upset look in her burning crimson eyes as she pointed a finger at the woman. Tsume had been looking forward to this day for a long time, and she wasn't about to let some old lady make fun of all her hard work, even if she could end up being her sensei.
"Shut up and stop being rude, you wrinkly old hag!! Toshiro-sensei is speaking and besides, if you got a problem with our class you're free to take your giant butt and leave." Tsume stood up on the desk next to Kimura, already taking a combat stance as she seemed about ready to leap across the room at the woman. "If you still want to bad-talk my classmates, then I'll be sure to take you out right here, right now."
The young girl cemented her declaration by smashing her bandaged fists together, some wisps of smoke rising from between her fingers as she felt a familiar heat building up in her core. She didn't dare break eye contact with the old hag, however, wanting to make sure the woman knew she meant business.
"Apologize to Toshiro-sensei for being rude and wait for him to finish before you butt in again." She finished her chiding with an outstretched tongue, unaware that she was likely making the situation worse by making such a big scene over the whole thing. . . as well as the level of disrespect she was showing a superior officer, even if she wasn't *exactly* a genin yet. Not that it would've stopped her much.
"If you think keeping me down is going to be easy, you'll end up regreting it."
NAME
Yakushi Tsume
ALIAS
N/A
GENDER
Female
AGE
12
ORIGIN
Konohagakure
RANK
Genin
APPEARANCE
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PERSONALITY & MOTIVATIONS
Tsume wants to be strong. Strong enough to protect her friends and family, strong enough to help anyone who needs it, strong enough to earn the respect of anyone she faces despite her disability. Throughout her whole life, Tsume has wished to be seen for her own achievements, and not as 'that sick girl'. It is this desire to prove to people that she's more than her illness that drove her to continue down the path of a shinobi, despite the fact that the use of her chakra actively irritates and at times exasperates her condition.
In her day to day life, Tsume can best be described as a fun-loving if blunt and headstrong youth. When faced with an obstacle or a problem, her main method of solving it is to take the most direct path forward and to simple brute force her way into the solution. That isn't to say she is incapable of subtlety or thinking around the issue, as the girl can be quite clever when push comes to shove, but it tends to take some time before she admits that she lacks the ability to overcome her issues head-on.
CLAN HISTORY
The Ryuuga is a clan stuck in time. While the rest of the world have gathered together to form into distinct nations, fielding the strength of many clans and ninja, the Ryuuga have opted out of this new era of unity. A smaller clan steeped into the mysticism of the olden days, they have rejected the ways of Ninjutsu for something closer in scope to the beliefs of Ninshu. They do not mold chakra within their bodies via a fusion of body and spirit but instead kept their bodies hollow to allow the chakra of the world around them to fuel their techniques
PERSONAL HISTORY
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FOCUS & SKILLS
Planning to be a Nin-taijutsu specialist like her papa, she would spend a lot fot eh time in the thick of the fight, using her father's style in lieu of traditional academy basics, an all out offensive rush of speed meant to over-power the opponent and break down their defenses beneath the explosive might that the clan's special traits gives those with the Fire release. A added fact is that, unlike most of her clan that possess fire Natures, her Chakra control is quite adept for a genin, so much so that her academy teachers often suggested that she should try to become a medic-nin. . . which is something that she passionately disagreed with. Ever obsessed with being exactly like her father, she found the thought of relegating herself to the back-lines or away from the fight(as she thinks medics tend to be) absolute unacceptable, and attempts to convince her otherwise were . . . less than successful.
This and her decent reserves make her a viable Ninjutsu threat(though still a genin), but her staying power isn't the greatest. The longer she's stuck in an confrontation, the worse her chances against a foe will be.
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JUTSU
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Thank ye. Could prob do with some cutting down but ech. Glad ya like it though and if ya got any ideas for the demon of the Fiance, let me know so we can woorkshop some plot stuffs.
@ToyaI think waiting for everyone to finish would be best. At the very least people should get in a solid W.I.P in with enough info to go off of before we actually get into things.
surname 風 Kaze, "Wind", 谷 Tani, "Valley" given name 颯 Sou "sound of the wind", 真 Ma "real, genuine" gender Male age eighteen birthday zodiac
height weight hair Black eyes Golden Hazel skin Pale build
Personality
positive traits Calm, Collected, Low-tempered, Focused, Cares for others neutral traits Calculated, Fussy about those in his charge/younger than him negative traits Explosive Anger when it's triggered, Over-comittal, Low sense of self-worth, no self preservation, Bloodthirsty Combatant, Fake as fuck Hides their emotions
Souma is, to put it lightly, Fake as Fuck. The truth doesn't come naturally to him, as he compulsively feels the need to change how he acts to be more appealing to whoever he's talking to. While this makes him great when dealing with acquaintances and for maintaining more impersonal relationships, this has hampered his ability to make any real friends due to his inability to open up to others.
The persona he puts on is that of the model heir of his family of Demon Hunters, eager and willing to do his duty to the people of Japan by ridding it permanently of the demonic menace that haunts the nights. In truth, however, the only reason that he accepts the call to duty is due to his own position as a Mareichi, or a human of remarkably high-quality blood that demons will always be on the hunt for. Fear and cowardice were some of the driving motivations behind his desire to learn the Breath of Wind from his father, not that he was left with many choices.
However, in the current day, while his fear of demons has not faded in the slightest -especially after the intensity of Final Selection- he has become consumed with an almost suicidal urge to atone for his past failures, and as such, he finds his fears and his facade to momentarily fade in the heat of battle, allowing him to fight free of any inhibitions or cares. The fact that this also seems to include any care for his own well-being is a fact not lost upon those who have witnessed his particular iteration of the Breath of Wind, but he has been allowed to continue as such due to the efficacy he has shown in dispatching of demons.
History
Souma is a young man defined by expectations, specifically those of his father and others in his clan. As the eldest son of his family, he was to set an example for his siblings and to work hard to bring honor and good reputation to his family. To bring any shame upon them was to be tantamount to striking his parents across their faces openly and was treated with the same amount of tolerance by his father, though his mother tended to try and be a little softer with the boy.
As a result of the immense pressure put on him at a young age to succeed his father as the next Wind Pillar, Souma became a liar. When he was afraid, he would deny it, when he was angry, he'd say he was calm, and so on and so forth. In truth, Souma never wanted to become a Demon Hunter. The thought of facing down inhuman monstrosities terrifies him to this day. However, as a holder of Rare blood, demon's were like to come after him for as long as he lived. Any excuse he possibly could've come up with to not take up the blade was instantly ended by that very real threat. And so, he swallowed his misgivings and his fears, acting like the model son his father craved, that his mother expected, that his little brother's and sisters looked up to. It was a terrible burden to bear in isolation, and he might've lost his mind to the pressure long ago. . . if not for his betrothal to a young woman by the name of Watanabe Takara.
Takara was, to be frank, the child his family wanted. She was a skilled swordswoman, able to pick up and master the Breath of Water with frankly terrifying speed, becoming a Demon Hunter by the age of just 14, and well on her way to be a pillar by that of 16. Not only that, but he was the only person that Souma felt he could truly let his guard down around, the only person who could see his true self. While he held no true romantic feelings for her -a feeling that mutually shared- he'd be lying if he said she was anything less than the most important person in his life. She just got him in a way nobody else did, and he felt blessed to be with her when they were together. She helped keep his sanity through some of his lowest lows, and it was her guiding hand that helped him realize his own talent with the Breath of Wind.
However, while she proved to be his guiding light, Souma was more of a pathetic leech to his friend. It wasn't until they were both nearing adulthood that he had started to look past his own worries to see the darkness that was surrounding his fiance's heart. He'd always felt something was off with her in years past, but he'd been too wrapped up in his own issues, with his own self-pity, to pay attention to his dearest friend as she sank deeper and deeper into depression and despair. The life of a Demon Hunter was a demanding one, filled with death and stress, and she proved to be ill-equipped to fully handle it. Not only that, but oftentimes her own home didn't prove a safe place away from the horrors of her life as often times she'd be asked to . . . accompany her father in the absence of mother shortly before her becoming a Demon Hunter.
Yet she never once gave a complaint, not to Souma, not to the Demon Hunter governing body, not to anyone. Because she felt that, if she could help the people of Japan, she should do her best to do so. If she could help her fiance through his issues, she should do so without complaint. If she could help ease her father's grief at her mother's passing, then what other option did she have but to accept her fate.
This would all culminate in a singular moment that would undoubtedly change their lives forever as well as send them hurtling on separate paths. At the age of 16, both would find themselves assaulted by a powerful demon after the blood of Souma. After an intense battle, several Demon Hunters that had been called to the area lay dead and in pieces, Souma was left with a broken blade, fractured ribs, and scared to the point of nearly wetting himself. And Takra remained standing, barely able to raise her blade but smiling with an almost manic determination. At the time, Souma had thought that she was smiling because she had some sort of plan to defeat the demon, or that she planned to sacrifice her self to end him in a final play. But nowadays. . . nowadays he wonders if she was just planning to die right then and there, with no grand plan, no final gambit, just an inglorious death to put an end to her suffering, her pain, her struggle.
However, it was not a final death that would greet her that night. As the demon looked over her manic grin and determined stance. . . he offered a deal: Become a demon and I promise to let the boy go free. Her skill was too grand to be wasted at such a young age, that the potential she held in her hands was more than worth Souma's blood in payment. Souma shook his head chuckling, thinking that the demon had lost its mind. There was no way that she would do something so heinous, so against everything that their order stood for. The young boy, despite guessing at the truth ever so slightly, remained convinced of the lie that Takara had played out so masterfully. And so, the shock was immeasurable when his best friend turned to look at him. . . and the only emotions left in her eyes was that of deep, dark sadness. Souma tried to stand, to speak up and convince her against the action she was planning to take, but she dispatched him with a hard chop to his neck before he could get much further than a few steps. As he faded out of consciousness, he could swear he could see tears in her eyes as she said two words that would haunt his dreams for the rest of his days.
"I'm sorry."
When he awoke, it was in a hospital bed, with Takara's blade held firmly in his grip. he'd later be told that he'd had such a tight hold on it they'd thought him in rigor mortis at first. While he recovered, he was questioned on what exactly happened that day, for he was the only survivor of the attack. And so, SOuma lied. He told them a harrowing story of the demon slaughtering through Hunter after hunter, citizen after citizen to get to him, hungering for his blood, only for Takara to bravely come forward and, with every ounce of her skill, slay the best before succumbing to both her wounds and the Demon's Blood Art, which caused living matter to decay into naught but dust. He wove the tale masterfully, ensuring there were no holes in logic that could lead one to the tragic truth. And when he proved well enough to travel again, he would only leave the briefest of messages to his family, telling them of his intent to return one day soon. . . and he left.
For 2 years, Souma has traveled all of Japan, to train and to find the resolve in his soul to become a true Demon Hunter. All the while, he searched high and low for Takara, with his mind split on how he would ever react upon meeting her again. PArt of him knows that she had crossed an unforgivable line that day and that it would be giving her mercy to end her life with a decapitation. . . but another side of him wished to just act like it was old times again. to just chat the night away, to be there for each other. He found life without her to be truly painful and stifling, and it was only the thought of possibly being with her again that gave him strrength to move on. It was only in his recent return to his family that he finally knew what had to be done.
And so, Souma has sworn to find Takara, so he can rectify his own failing by killing her. . . and then taking his own life immediately after. It won't be enough to make up for all of the people Takara would've killed by then, nor his own failure in recognizing the cries for help his friend had been sending him all their life. But it was all he could do to make a start.
Abilities
sense Enhanced sense of Smell breath style Breath of Wind nichirin blade Maroon Amber gold
Member
vietmyke
Noctis
Lemons
Supermaxx
Ariamis
CitrusArms
Randomness
Damycles
Rockette
