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and all those that suffer that problem: 'After Hanare introduced herself, ___ continued to introduce himself.'

@Buddha

YOU'RE A GENIUS

<sub>buuuuuuut RPG is blocked on my school's internet so it'll take a while more

crap</sub>

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I can't figure out how to post because of ”You, Fairydust, tell us something about yourself, then you two.”

<sub>which makes it so Hanare has to introduce herself first

so i don't know if i should just
ignore that or
uh
wait</sub>

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<sub>hold up a moment

we goin' off a this roster or the other one?</sub>

Naruto: Remnants of a World --- currently accepting 1 more person

Kuroba Dango

Kuroba Dango

“Wait, that's really scary, stop!”

Kuroba has a remarkably youthful appearance, to the point where people would call him a “cute child” if he weren’t 5’8”. On his sister’s insistence, he wears a set of fake wolf ears and a clip-on tail. His hair, normally brown, turned white as a result of stress. Though he puts on a black flak jacket for missions, the rest of his clothes are dazzlingly white; Kuroba’s logic is that if he’s not hiding well enough to stay hidden in his bright outfits, he’ll probably be seen anyways.

---

Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.

【Full Name】
Kuroba Dango

【Alias】
Dango, Puppy

【Age】
15

【Sex】
M

【Sexuality】
Bisexual

【Birthplace】
Unknown

【Bloodline】
Unknown

【Rank】
Chūnin

---

Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.

【Personality】
High-tension and almost annoyingly friendly, Kuroba tends to be overly clingy towards the people that he likes, occasionally hugging and nuzzling against them. Predictably, he’s weak to loneliness, which is the only thing that can completely dampen his mood. Even when facing one of his many fears, Kuroba still keeps his spirits up. His “bravery” is more just the results of his perfectionist approach to practice, repeating an action until he’s confident that he won’t fail. He holds a certain level of maturity as a result, but remains remarkably innocent nonetheless.

Though most of them have no clear cause, Kuroba’s fears are intense enough to cause full-blown hallucinations of murky phantoms that embody a terror, stalking him and threatening to harm others around him. Though he can tell what’s real and what’s not by now, Kuroba is still petrified by the prospect of them becoming reality.

【History】
To Kuroba, there was nothing he could remember about his childhood aside from the fact that he was constantly terrified, telling others about shadows that no one but him could see. His parents, along with everyone else in his village, simply saw him as crazy. Eventually, he ran away in a state of growing hysteria, literally breaking down as fear forced him to run far beyond his normal limits. Some time after he inevitably collapsed, a middle-aged man spotted his ragged figure and took him in, nursing Kuroba back to health with the help of his daughter.

Adopted by the family of two, they got him used to interacting with others and taught him how to read and write. Unlike his previous family, Kuroba was comforted from his fears; he could now function normally to an extent. Despite this emotional support, his fears were still quite crippling. In order to confront them, his father allowed him to enter the academy at the age of 7. Unexpectedly, Kuroba was extremely friendly and accepted by most, despite his delusions. He spent an unhealthy amount of time practicing the techniques that he was taught, turning his hair white again, but passing as one of the top in the class.

His overall skill level was high, but he lacked any specialized techniques: a weakness that appeared during the Chunin exams. As a result, Kuroba was eventually cornered. His fears, pushed to a fever pitch, literally manifested and overran his opponent. He spent the days leading up to the finals creating and refining a method to use it again. The result was the creation of his own Hiden techniques, which he used to pass the Chunin exam with ease.

【Family ties】
Goma Dango | Adoptive Father | 54, Local Sweets Store Owner
Sakura Dango | Adoptive Sister | 21, Local Sweets Store Cashier

【Fears】
It’d be too difficult to list all of Kuroba’s fears, but what he fears most being left alone. One of his more irrational fears is eggplant.

---

Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.

【Fighting style】
Kuroba uses a variety of genjutsu to confuse and frighten his opponents, mixing in horrors that he summons to make it difficult to discern reality from illusion. Though he mainly focuses on long-range projectile attacks, he’s surprisingly good at dodging in close-quarters thanks to the “foresight” brought on by his fear of getting injured.

【Ninja techniques】

D-E rank techniques:
Mist Servant Technique
Demonic Illusion: Hell Viewing Technique
Haze Clone Technique

【Custom made techniques】

Jutsu name: Nightmare Manifestation Technique
Rank: B
Range: Medium
Description:
Similar to the Shadow Clone Technique, a tangible form is created. However, rather than it being a copy of the creator, it uses a fear from either the user or another target and embodies it. The shape, size and strength depends on the intensity of the fear.

Along with the number of nightmares that can be created being limited to two per target, it's tiring to use repeatedly, Kuroba's limit being 8-10, depending on how much chakra he'd already used. The psychological damage can be diverted by switching off with an ally who doesn’t share that fear, or by the fear itself simply not being that strong in the first place.

Jutsu name: Nightmare Landscape
Rank: A
Range: Max. 2 hm(full chakra)
Description:
A thick black miasma begins to spread on activation, with Kuroba as the center. The ground, trees, buildings and similar are coated in it, making them harder to see in the mist. Dozens of shadowy horrors begin to form in the affected area, their shapes, sizes and numbers depending on the fears of those nearby. The abilities and strengths of the “nightmares” also vary based on how intense the fear is. The miasma lasts for about 15 minutes before it begins to fade, the last traces of it disappearing at the 45 minute mark. Unless they're holding a special wooden charm with Kuroba's chakra in it, nightmares will appear to attack anyone in the area.

Wind can be used to blow away the miasma to improve vision, though objects coated in it will still spawn nightmares. The nightmares can be countered by switching off with an ally who doesn’t share that fear, which, naturally, requires a teammate. The technique is naturally very chakra-intensive, leaving Kuroba unable to use other techniques until he recovers his energy.

Jutsu name: Sensory Sealing Technique
Rank: C
Range: Touch
Description:
A genjutsu where, after touching the target once, the sense of taste is sealed temporarily and will most likely not be noticed. After the second touch, smell is sealed--an experienced shinobi may notice this, depending on the situation. On the third, their ability to hear sound is shut off, making it impossible to not notice the effects by this point. On the fourth, their sense of touch is removed, including the sense of pain. On the fifth, sight is lost, completely blacking out their vision.

It is very difficult to activate against an opponent that can keep out of arm's reach. The effect of the seal lasts about 3 minutes, refreshing if a new seal is added. The fourth stage can theoretically be used to stop pain if used on oneself, but can be risky due to the loss of other senses as well.

Jutsu name: Fear Transfer Technique
Rank: C
Range: Short(1 m)
Description:
A genjutsu is cast simultaneously on the user and another target, tricking one into not being afraid of something while instilling the same terror into the other.

It comes with certain risks. Removing certain fears--the fear of death, for example--could make someone either brave enough to fight or charge in recklessly. Whoever takes on the fear takes on much greater mental strain. If one side is dispelled, the other party is released from the genjutsu as well.

【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Senbon
Description:
Acupuncture needles, intended for precision strikes to vitals or pressure points. They are less noticeable compared to thrown kunai and shuriken.

Weapon, tool or object name:
Bladed Kunai
Description:
A cross between kunai and thinner-bladed knifes. They’re somewhat longer, giving about double the reach of a normal kunai.

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I finishshed it.

Hider

Kuroba Dango

“Wait, that's really scary, stop!”

Kuroba has a remarkably youthful appearance, to the point where people would call him a “cute child” if he weren’t 5’8”. On his sister’s insistence, he wears a set of fake wolf ears and a clip-on tail. His hair, normally brown, turned white as a result of stress. Though he puts on a black flak jacket for missions, the rest of his clothes are dazzlingly white; Kuroba’s logic is that if he’s not hiding well enough to stay hidden in his bright outfits, he’ll probably be seen anyways.

---

Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.

【Full Name】
Kuroba Dango

【Alias】
Dango, Puppy

【Age】
15

【Sex】
M

【Sexuality】
Bisexual

【Birthplace】
Unknown

【Bloodline】
Unknown

【Rank】
Chūnin

---

Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.

【Personality】
High-tension and almost annoyingly friendly, Kuroba tends to be overly clingy towards the people that he likes, occasionally hugging and nuzzling against them. Predictably, he’s weak to loneliness, which is the only thing that can completely dampen his mood. Even when facing one of his many fears, Kuroba still keeps his spirits up. His “bravery” is more just the results of his perfectionist approach to practice, repeating an action until he’s confident that he won’t fail. He holds a certain level of maturity as a result, but remains remarkably innocent nonetheless.

Though most of them have no clear cause, Kuroba’s fears are intense enough to cause full-blown hallucinations of murky phantoms that embody a terror, stalking him and threatening to harm others around him. Though he can tell what’s real and what’s not by now, Kuroba is still petrified by the prospect of them becoming reality.

【History】
To Kuroba, there was nothing he could remember about his childhood aside from the fact that he was constantly terrified, telling others about shadows that no one but him could see. His parents, along with everyone else in his village, simply saw him as crazy. Eventually, he ran away in a state of growing hysteria, literally breaking down as fear forced him to run far beyond his normal limits. Some time after he inevitably collapsed, a middle-aged man spotted his ragged figure and took him in, nursing Kuroba back to health with the help of his daughter.

Adopted by the family of two, they got him used to interacting with others and taught him how to read and write. Unlike his previous family, Kuroba was comforted from his fears; he could now function normally to an extent. Despite this emotional support, his fears were still quite crippling. In order to confront them, his father allowed him to enter the academy at the age of 7. Unexpectedly, Kuroba was extremely friendly and accepted by most, despite his delusions. He spent an unhealthy amount of time practicing the techniques that he was taught, turning his hair white again, but passing as one of the top in the class.

His overall skill level was high, but he lacked any specialized techniques: a weakness that appeared during the Chunin exams. As a result, Kuroba was eventually cornered. His fears, pushed to a fever pitch, literally manifested and overran his opponent. He spent the days leading up to the finals creating and refining a method to use it again. The result was the creation of his own Hiden techniques, which he used to pass the Chunin exam with ease.

【Family ties】
Goma Dango | Adoptive Father | 54, Local Sweets Store Owner
Sakura Dango | Adoptive Sister | 21, Local Sweets Store Cashier

【Fears】
It’d be too difficult to list all of Kuroba’s fears, but what he fears most being left alone. One of his more irrational fears is eggplant.

---

Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.

【Fighting style】
Kuroba uses a variety of genjutsu to confuse and frighten his opponents, mixing in horrors that he summons to make it difficult to discern reality from illusion. Though he mainly focuses on long-range projectile attacks, he’s surprisingly good at dodging in close-quarters thanks to the “foresight” brought on by his fear of getting injured.

【Ninja techniques】

D-E rank techniques:
Mist Servant Technique
Demonic Illusion: Hell Viewing Technique
Haze Clone Technique

【Custom made techniques】

Jutsu name: Nightmare Manifestation Technique
Rank: B
Range: Medium
Description:
Similar to the Shadow Clone Technique, a tangible form is created. However, rather than it being a copy of the creator, it uses a fear from either the user or another target and embodies it. The shape, size and strength depends on the intensity of the fear.

Along with the number of nightmares that can be created being limited to two per target, it's tiring to use repeatedly, Kuroba's limit being 8-10, depending on how much chakra he'd already used. The psychological damage can be diverted by switching off with an ally who doesn’t share that fear, or by the fear itself simply not being that strong in the first place.

Jutsu name: Nightmare Landscape
Rank: A
Range: Max. 2 hm(full chakra)
Description:
A thick black miasma begins to spread on activation, with Kuroba as the center. The ground, trees, buildings and similar are coated in it, making them harder to see in the mist. Dozens of shadowy horrors begin to form in the affected area, their shapes, sizes and numbers depending on the fears of those nearby. The abilities and strengths of the “nightmares” also vary based on how intense the fear is. The miasma lasts for about 15 minutes before it begins to fade, the last traces of it disappearing at the 45 minute mark. Unless they have been marked by holding a special wooden charm, nightmares will appear to attack anyone in the area.

Wind can be used to blow away the miasma to improve vision, though objects coated in it will still spawn nightmares. The nightmares can be countered by switching off with an ally who doesn’t share that fear, which, naturally, requires a teammate. The technique is naturally very chakra-intensive, leaving Kuroba unable to use other techniques until he recovers his energy.

Jutsu name: Sensory Sealing Technique
Rank: C
Range: Touch
Description:
A genjutsu where, after touching the target once, the sense of taste is sealed temporarily and will most likely not be noticed. After the second touch, smell is sealed--an experienced shinobi may notice this, depending on the situation. On the third, their ability to hear sound is shut off, making it impossible to not notice the effects by this point. On the fourth, their sense of touch is removed, including the sense of pain. On the fifth, sight is lost, completely blacking out their vision.

It is very difficult to activate against an opponent that can keep out of arm's reach. The effect of the seal lasts about 3 minutes, refreshing if a new seal is added. The fourth stage can theoretically be used to stop pain if used on oneself, but can be risky due to the loss of other senses as well.

Jutsu name: Fear Transfer Technique
Rank: C
Range: Short(1 m)
Description:
A genjutsu is cast simultaneously on the user and another target, tricking one into not being afraid of something while instilling the same terror into the other.

It comes with certain risks. Removing certain fears--the fear of death, for example--could make someone either brave enough to fight or charge in recklessly. Whoever takes on the fear takes on much greater mental strain. If one side is dispelled, the other party is released from the genjutsu as well.

【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Senbon
Weapon, tool or object type:
Description:
Acupuncture needles, intended for precision strikes to vitals or pressure points. They are less noticeable compared to thrown kunai and shuriken.

Weapon, tool or object name:
Bladed Kunai
Description:
A cross between kunai and thinner-bladed knifes. They’re somewhat longer, giving about double the reach of a normal kunai.

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@Buddha Fug u

@Joestar

whoa that's not child-friendly

gonna have to ask you to tone it down

Ah, I'm making a character btw. I might have it up by tonight.

Naruto: Remnants of a World

DIGGITY

probably.

depending on my free time.

WWE: Professional Wrestling RP

maybe

we could take the anime-is-real approach and have our characters share their emotions through their fighting hearts

Wanderlust (High Casual)

Io Murkveld & Opal Lennox

---

A faint smile appeared on Io's face when he saw a hint of surprise momentarily present in Opal's expression, relaxing slightly. For the first time in a long time, he remembered how nervous he got when he talked to people. It was social anxiety, born not only from his habit of keeping his distance from others, but from the fact that the vast majority of his "social experience" was from characters in novels that he had read. The only thing stopping Io from running away was his will to find out the truth about Opal's identity. Even then, his cool facade crumbled slightly when Opal asked for his name.

"Eh?" A surprised voice slipped out from Io's mouth, the person himself frozen for a solid second. Was he supposed to give his name first? Is it rude to act like that to someone who was older than him? Io had no idea, since he never had to think about these questions before. Slightly panicked, he started studdering as he apologized. "Ah! S-s-sorry! I-I'm... umm, my name's..." Blushing furiously under his hood, he took a deep breath before trying again. "My name is Io Murkveld, umm... Was I being rude?"

"You were at that, Io Murkveld, but I daresay you'll learn the ways of the world yet," Opal replied calmly, collected, not at all worried as she was initially. The trick was to gain control of the conversation early on, and then to hold that control for however long it lasted. Never let anyone gain the advantage, never let anyone see you sweat. Though this Io Murkveld was young, that didn't mean he was stupid; the young were often perceptive, able to notice the subtle changes in tone or facial cues. But still...Opal had every confidence in herself . It came with the territory.

"It's proper for one asking for a name to give their first. Common courtesy, and this holds especially true when dealing with a woman, Master Murkveld. But it's no bother, no harm meant, no harm done. You spoke to me with the claim of having a secret to share, I cannot imagine why you would choose to share it with me, but as I am here my attention is yours for the moment." Opal punctuated her response with a polite tipping of her head. Had she a hat it was quite likely she would've tipped that as well.

"I guess it would be because... I thought it'd be important for you to know," Io said, a faint smile drifting onto his face. Unlike the one he had on before, there was a frightening, unearthly characteristic to it, as if he knew something that shouldn't have been known. "Ah, but the secret's not actually mine. It belongs to someone named Ophelia Harrington. Do you happen to know her?"

Of course she knew her but now came the tricky part of the whole affair. The Harrington's weren't exactly unknown, but she doubted that the lower class sorts would care enough to know the names of the individual members. She did wonder how this...Io lad knew the name, but she would file that question in for later. Instead she remained with the same expression on her face, a look of consideration and a slight shrugging of her shoulders.

"The name rings the tiniest of bells. Ophelia, you said? Does she run the produce stand 'round the Oasis markets? It's safe to say that I don't know the lass in a personal sense, but then who can know the names of all of their neighbors in a place like Oasis?" The name of the game was denial. It was far too early in the con to crack now.

"It's actually pretty amazing how much people can remember." Io replied amusedly to her remark, having significantly more than just his neighbors' names memorized. He'd share those tidbits as well, but it would definitely tripping several red flags in an instant. Not that he wouldn't end up tripping them. But Io held back, thinking to himself, "I'll be doing that anyways, soon enough."

On the verge of finding out Opal's true identity, Io was in borderline ecstasy, his vehement emotions concealed by his calm, watching expression. The joy he'd get from breaking apart her carefully constructed lies would be the same as if he'd failed to do so; he'd get to try again and again and again until he suceeded. Lies obstructed his studies, and were something Io refused to leave intact.

"Ophelia is part of the aristocracy in Oasis," Io explained, putting out redundant information to keep up his act. "The thing about her is, she actually has this hobby where she scams people out of their stuff. The fake name she'd been using, 'Clarabelle Chetwynde', has gotten reaaaallly infamous with the city guard."

"Well I must say that's quite the mouthful of a name, though I suppose when one comes from aristocracy then the names they choose sound just as aristocratic," Opal responded with as close to a lack of interest as she could muster. Of course there was a lingering, pertinent question that she wanted to ask but knew that she couldn't. How? How did this person know such information when it was hardly public knowledge. But Opal couldn't ask that, it would seem as if she was taking an interest, and that was absolutely the last thing she wanted.

"Well, that's quite the secret, there, though I don't presume to know why you chose to share it with me. What the fancy high life types do in their spare time is their business. So long as this Ophelia Harrington or Clarabelle Chetwynde didn't try to pull one over on li'l ol' me then...I've no conflict with her. Not that it matters none anyway, there ain't no aristocracy out here. Just a bunch of people who must be rather crazy. Don't worry, Master Murkveld, your secret is safe between us."

Opal had to play her cards rather close to the chest, and in this instance it meant ending the conversation by feigning uninterest. Opal wasn't an idiot, she knew where this topic was going, but all the kid had was pure conjecture, surely. And she was not about to change that.

"Ah, but Miss Opal Lennox," Io said, his smile mixed with dark intent. She was trying to put as much distance between herself and the issue at hand, and he could tell. Without anymore doubts in his mind, Io pressed harder. "That wasn't the real secret. You see, about... two days ago? The day before the little parade for the expedition, Clarabelle--or, rather, Ophelia--had made a big mistake during one of her cons, and was forced to run. To avoid being identified and caught, she faked her own kidnapping by cutting her hair and left a note for her parents."

"The expedition was a pretty good opportunity to escape from all that, don't cha think?" Io asked, finally tilting his head up to look at Opal, revealing his ghastly complexion and the dark pools that were his eyes, threatening to absorb whatever they saw. "So, Ophelia disguised herself and joined the expedition at the last minute to try and hide from the people that were looking for her. Naturally, she also came up with another name, too."

"But then, you probably already already knew about all that, right? Miss Ophelia Harrington." He said the last part with a hint of almost smug delight.

Who was this kid? Where was he getting this information? How much did he know, say, about the others on this crazy journey? And why was he so...pale...so...unnerving? All questions that lingered somewhere in Opal's head, never to be asked aloud. The name of the game hadn't changed, however, even in light of what she assumed was to be the lad's smoking gun. Opal maintained her posture - body language could easily be read from the smallest of tells, and offered a smile to Io.

"Well if this is your rather roundabout way of saying I look like some kind of aristocrat than I suppose I should take that as a compliment. Your tale is quite tall and might make for a good serial story were you to convert it to writing. But I'm sorry to say you have me quite confused for someone else." Denial. Always denial.

"But purely hypothetically," Opal added on, keeping her voice at the same tone, "If I were this Ophelia Harrington lass I can't imagine the sense in telling me. You stand to gain nothing but risk losing everything. Someone running afoul of the city guards doesn't seem like someone I'd want to run afoul of myself. Just hypothetically, of course." Opal shrugged her shoulders, returning the bright smile to her lips. "But I've listened to your story, as fantastical as it was, and that will be the end of that. I suggest coming up with a more plausible one before you start sharing tales around the cooking fires."

Opal wanted nothing more than to step away from this conversation...and to keep as much distance between herself and this Io Murkveld as possible. Someone with such intel was someone to avoid.

"It's not a story, it's fact." Io said bluntly, tilting his head to the side as he continued staring at her. "Either way, I wasn't going to tell anyone else. After all, it's just a secret between you and me, y'know?" Io had never lied about anything in his life, but at the same time, he wouldn't say anything unless someone asked. It was somewhat ironic that Io, who constantly had such knowledge in hand, believed in privacy of any sort.

"And... besides..." he said, his voice growing quieter as he pulled his cloak tighter to himself to hide his reddening face and averted his seemingly empty gaze. "Even though Ophelia cons people, I don't think she's really a bad person." He felt that there wasn't any real malice behind Opal's actions; it just was an interest in learning about how people thought, to a lesser degree of his own, but nonetheless similar. Io tried to say that he wanted to talk and find out what she liked about swindling, but his voice had faded down to flustered, incoherent mumbling.

"Well, believe what you want to believe, I suppose. I know myself, Master Murkveld, and myself is certainly no Ophelia Harrington. But if you're keeping this little story to yourself then I suppose our matter is concluded. The last thing I need are people thinking I'm something or someone I'm not." Denial, even to the end, even with nothing truly to gain from doing so. Opal had to stay committed, that was one of the rules of the con.

"Not all supposed criminals are bad people, and if this Ophelia Harrington is as you think, it stands to reason that she's not bad either. Consider that a bit of a life lesson. Now, was there something else or is our palaver concluded?" Opal had to ask, if only because the kid seemed now to be mumbling and muttering something, word perhaps?

She had stuck around this long, after all. Might as well hear everything.

"Ah, no, that's all. Thank you for lending me your time." Io said with a slight bow before hopping back into the wagon. He plopped down onto a bedroll, staying silent as he laid there. There was no way he could ask her then. He'd burned through his motivation of finding out Opal's identity, whom he was convinced is Ophelia. The only thing that kept Io talking was his momentum, which was quickly burned through by his embarrassment. He sighed. "It really is better to just watch them from a distance." Interrogating people was incredibly fun, but his heart just couldn't handle being so close to a person and talking to them for so long.