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Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Psychomachia

Psychomachia

Name: Christopher Fan
Alias: Psychomachia
Age: 24
Alignment: Hero
Loyalty: Independent
Appearance: Christopher Fan is a man of Chinese descent, standing at a lean and wiry 5’11”. He is noticeably fit and carries the slight traces of regiment and hardened muscle (mostly in his legs, as he is primarily a runner). Bespectacled and pale, his features are softer despite his narrow-ish face, and typically composed in a quiet stoicism. He is mostly non-descript in appearance and garb (preferring plain t-shirts of muted tone), save for his hair, which is an abrasively bleached blonde. Long story, but he seems strangely fond of it.

His costume isn’t really much in the way of functionality, given his lack of experience, and thus connections to skilled tailors. Never a man for aesthetics, his current choice of costume is obnoxiously overt and disgustingly incongruent (both in regards to its constituent pieces, and his cape name/supposed theme) - he dresses in a suit of yellow, with a cheap mask meant to evoke the red and ridiculous face of the Tengu.

History: Christopher was born in Aurora, Colorado, a fact stemming more from careful deliberation than happenstance. His parents, eagerly expecting their first child, had wished to leverage the reputable Cherry Creek school district, foreseeing - for it was with such passion that they wished for it - that their child would become someone great. Pointedly, the words ‘doctor’ or ‘pharmacist’ were never uttered verbatim, but Chris Fan was a child who exited utero with ‘expectation’ as a close companion.

Nature and nurture alike conspired to set him upon the course mother and father had wished for him. A bookish, introverted child, he was as studious as he was eminently alone. Throughout his formative years, he could hear the voices of his parents urging him to excellence labelled as mere adequacy, as well as the jeers of his schoolmates, who perceived quiet, scholarly dispositions as anathemic. Inevitably, the former would drown out the latter, and familial approval became a sustenance as crucial as food and drink.

It had been his little brother’s tenth birthday when the suite of university acceptances had arrived. Christopher recalled, with some fondness, the manner in which his brother’s existence had been more or less forgotten for the day, the shadow of his own accomplishments stretching over it. He enrolled as a business student at UC Berkeley, and thus did his life peak.

He found, to his shock, that his newfound college environment was unforgiving. Surrounded by peers and colleagues as, if not more so, talented and studious as he was, and faced with the exponentially more challenging criteria, he found that he was folding. Time and space, too, isolated him from his familial support system, and helped shine a light upon an undeniable truth; they were wrong, and he wouldn’t become someone great, and he wasn’t special. And yet, he knew, he had become irreversibly bound - addicted - to the support, respect and the semblance of that delusion he gleaned from his proud family.

When he was spit out from the jaws of UC Berkeley as a failure, he lost that forever. He enrolled the next year, at the University of Denver, closer to home yet irrevocably estranged from his family, who had set their sights upon grooming his brother.

To fill the void, Christopher - now more acclimated to university rigors - took to tutoring others, serving as ‘study-buddy’ for his peers. The endeavors mostly failed to sate him, transient and ephemeral encounters that were simply singular means to an end. That changed when he met Robert, a student as chained to crippling failure and ruined expectation as he had been. He too had found his first stint at university an abject disaster, yet spoke with great optimism about his future, the tech-start-up he envisioned once he graduated here. Chris thought it almost aspirational.

Over the next year or so, the two found that they were bound, although they were not particularly good influences upon one another; Robert pushed Christopher to less ethical behavior, while Chris enabled Robert’s slacker tendencies. To Christopher’s lament, however, was his self-awareness, his knowledge that their partnership was incongruent. He was markedly more adept at his studies, and offered much while Robert offered little.

It began with Robert feigning sickness, and requesting that Chris take notes for him and bring him up to speed - eventually, it was no longer a matter of notes, but a matter of projects, research papers, and exam answers hastily written while Robert’s prying eye looked on. His every apprehension would be met by counters and ripostes as simple as a “come on, dude” that sparked a guilty feeling, and his caving-in.

Despite his apprehensions, life proceeded mostly uneventfully, until one day he received an email from his school’s Academic Committee, written somber and severe. He had barely made it past the subtitle before he heard Robert’s voice.

He was getting expelled, he had said, for plagiarism. Furthermore, he had apologized; for giving him up, for admitting that he had wrote the various papers for him.

Chris had wanted to know the ‘why’ of it’. Why betray him if he was already expelled?

“I told you… about my idea, the start-up. You’re a smart guy. I wanted your help with it.”

How had he found himself there, in front of the screen with the ominous e-mail, Robert's almost casual bluster in his ear? How did it transpire that he was chained to this dolt, and how had he allowed it for this long? He could feel the fucking moron gazing at him, expectant, as if this were the way of things, and that he would just have to go along with it. No. Not like this. He felt his legs rise from beneath him and carry him as he stood, before they turned to jelly with the realization that it was too late. He fucked him.

Chris triggered.

---

Months after his trigger event, degreeless Christopher Fan decided he’d try his hand at capework. He knows that no part of his desire is driven by altruism or ‘heroism’.

He’s an addict for approval.

Personality

Motivations: Simply put, his primary goal is to obtain approval, acceptance and - most importantly - acknowledgement. On a somewhat deeper level, Christopher is quite cognizant and self-aware of these driving needs, and will at times act in ways that are explorational; minor attempts to see if he can wean himself off this mindset.
Sexuality: Homosexual
Likes:

• Compliments
• Technology
• Spicy Food
• Mascots

Dislikes:

• Others in the Spotlight
• Heckling
• Failure
• Being Ignored
• Having it pointed out that his cape name sounds distinctly villainous.

Derangement: Christopher thinks and mentally reacts to stimuli in triplicate, three internal dialogues within him - the first is his natural pre-trigger thought process, while the second is a relatively supportive, benevolent (although stringent and rigid) offshoot, with the third being mostly negative, dark, mischievous and unethical, if fairly breezy and nonchalant.

Parahumanism

Skills: Excellent memory, in fine physical condition if not particularly well-honed (more fit than athletic), well-versed in financial, accounting and economics-based academia.
Classification: Master, Mover
Details: Psychomachia has fine control over two nimbly floating beings (henceforth referred to as ‘familiars’ because why not) that appear to be shrunken versions of himself, made compact, budgy and squashed into a 6inx6inx6in body. They manifest (or de-manifest) seemingly at will, and are capable of reaching speeds comparable to the average bird in flight. He is furthermore able to perceive through the five senses of these familiars, as well as speak through them (their voices are high-pitched, reminiscent of the classical helium trope).

Psychomachia is able to remotely take the place of the familiars. The process involves the chosen familiar growing out to his proportions to serve as his body, while his former body shrinks to serve as a familiar. It is not important for Psychomachia to be in his original body when the familiars are de-manifested.

Limitations: Psychomachia is only able to perceive through the senses of one familiar at a time, and is also not privy to his own senses while this is being done.

Psychomachia is only able to take the place of familiars that he can perceive (either familiars that he can see, be it directly or through a medium, or a familiar that he is currently sensing through). The process itself, however, is rapid.

While the familiars seem unaffected by damage, their movements and senses can be hindered in most of the usual ways.

Further Addendums/Clarifications following Discord chat:

- Familiars, as a constant, are manifested above his shoulders, one each.
- Clarification regarding indestructibility: to paraphrase 'Kinky Dong' "soft with little inertia and can't be pierced or torn".
Equipment: Not particularly.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Psychomachia

Psychomachia

Name: Christopher Fan
Alias: Psychomachia
Age: 24
Alignment: Hero
Loyalty: Independent
Appearance: Christopher Fan is a man of Chinese descent, standing at a lean and wiry 5’11”. He is noticeably fit and carries the slight traces of regiment and hardened muscle (mostly in his legs, as he is primarily a runner). Bespectacled and pale, his features are softer despite his narrow-ish face, and typically composed in a quiet stoicism. He is mostly non-descript in appearance and garb (preferring plain t-shirts of muted tone), save for his hair, which is an abrasively bleached blonde. Long story, but he seems strangely fond of it.

His costume isn’t really much in the way of functionality, given his lack of experience, and thus connections to skilled tailors. Never a man for aesthetics, his current choice of costume is obnoxiously overt and disgustingly incongruent (both in regards to its constituent pieces, and his cape name/supposed theme) - he dresses in a suit of yellow, with a cheap mask meant to evoke the red and ridiculous face of the Tengu.

History: Christopher was born in Aurora, Colorado, a fact stemming more from careful deliberation than happenstance. His parents, eagerly expecting their first child, had wished to leverage the reputable Cherry Creek school district, foreseeing - for it was with such passion that they wished for it - that their child would become someone great. Pointedly, the words ‘doctor’ or ‘pharmacist’ were never uttered verbatim, but Chris Fan was a child who exited utero with ‘expectation’ as a close companion.

Nature and nurture alike conspired to set him upon the course mother and father had wished for him. A bookish, introverted child, he was as studious as he was eminently alone. Throughout his formative years, he could hear the voices of his parents urging him to excellence labelled as mere adequacy, as well as the jeers of his schoolmates, who perceived quiet, scholarly dispositions as anathemic. Inevitably, the former would drown out the latter, and familial approval became a sustenance as crucial as food and drink.

It had been his little brother’s tenth birthday when the suite of university acceptances had arrived. Christopher recalled, with some fondness, the manner in which his brother’s existence had been more or less forgotten for the day, the shadow of his own accomplishments stretching over it. He enrolled as a business student at UC Berkeley, and thus did his life peak.

He found, to his shock, that his newfound college environment was unforgiving. Surrounded by peers and colleagues as, if not more so, talented and studious as he was, and faced with the exponentially more challenging criteria, he found that he was folding. Time and space, too, isolated him from his familial support system, and helped shine a light upon an undeniable truth; they were wrong, and he wouldn’t become someone great, and he wasn’t special. And yet, he knew, he had become irreversibly bound - addicted - to the support, respect and the semblance of that delusion he gleaned from his proud family.

When he was spit out from the jaws of UC Berkeley as a failure, he lost that forever. He enrolled the next year, at the University of Denver, closer to home yet irrevocably estranged from his family, who had set their sights upon grooming his brother.

To fill the void, Christopher - now more acclimated to university rigors - took to tutoring others, serving as ‘study-buddy’ for his peers. The endeavors mostly failed to sate him, transient and ephemeral encounters that were simply singular means to an end. That changed when he met Robert, a student as chained to crippling failure and ruined expectation as he had been. He too had found his first stint at university an abject disaster, yet spoke with great optimism about his future, the tech-start-up he envisioned once he graduated here. Chris thought it almost aspirational.

Over the next year or so, the two found that they were bound, although they were not particularly good influences upon one another; Robert pushed Christopher to less ethical behavior, while Chris enabled Robert’s slacker tendencies. To Christopher’s lament, however, was his self-awareness, his knowledge that their partnership was incongruent. He was markedly more adept at his studies, and offered much while Robert offered little.

It began with Robert feigning sickness, and requesting that Chris take notes for him and bring him up to speed - eventually, it was no longer a matter of notes, but a matter of projects, research papers, and exam answers hastily written while Robert’s prying eye looked on. His every apprehension would be met by counters and ripostes as simple as a “come on, dude” that sparked a guilty feeling, and his caving-in.

Despite his apprehensions, life proceeded mostly uneventfully, until one day he received an email from his school’s Academic Committee, written somber and severe. He had barely made it past the subtitle before he heard Robert’s voice.

He was getting expelled, he had said, for plagiarism. Furthermore, he had apologized; for giving him up, for admitting that he had wrote the various papers for him.

Chris had wanted to know the ‘why’ of it’. Why betray him if he was already expelled?

“I told you… about my idea, the start-up. You’re a smart guy. I wanted your help with it.”

How had he found himself there, in front of the screen with the ominous e-mail, Robert's almost casual bluster in his ear? How did it transpire that he was chained to this dolt, and how had he allowed it for this long? He could feel the fucking moron gazing at him, expectant, as if this were the way of things, and that he would just have to go along with it. No. Not like this. He felt his legs rise from beneath him and carry him as he stood, before they turned to jelly with the realization that it was too late. He fucked him.

Chris triggered.

---

Months after his trigger event, degreeless Christopher Fan decided he’d try his hand at capework. He knows that no part of his desire is driven by altruism or ‘heroism’.

He’s an addict for approval.

Personality

Motivations: Simply put, his primary goal is to obtain approval, acceptance and - most importantly - acknowledgement. On a somewhat deeper level, Christopher is quite cognizant and self-aware of these driving needs, and will at times act in ways that are explorational; minor attempts to see if he can wean himself off this mindset.
Sexuality: Homosexual
Likes:

• Compliments
• Technology
• Spicy Food
• Mascots

Dislikes:

• Others in the Spotlight
• Heckling
• Failure
• Being Ignored
• Having it pointed out that his cape name sounds distinctly villainous.

Derangement: Christopher thinks and mentally reacts to stimuli in triplicate, three internal dialogues within him - the first is his natural pre-trigger thought process, while the second is a relatively supportive, benevolent (although stringent and rigid) offshoot, with the third being mostly negative, dark, mischievous and unethical, if fairly breezy and nonchalant.

Parahumanism

Skills: Excellent memory, in fine physical condition if not particularly well-honed (more fit than athletic), well-versed in financial, accounting and economics-based academia.
Classification: Master, Mover
Details: Psychomachia has fine control over two nimbly floating beings (henceforth referred to as ‘familiars’ because why not) that appear to be shrunken versions of himself, made compact, budgy and squashed into a 6inx6inx6in body. They manifest (or de-manifest) seemingly at will, and are capable of reaching speeds comparable to the average bird in flight. He is furthermore able to perceive through the five senses of these familiars, as well as speak through them (their voices are high-pitched, reminiscent of the classical helium trope).

Psychomachia is able to remotely take the place of the familiars. The process involves the chosen familiar growing out to his proportions to serve as his body, while his former body shrinks to serve as a familiar. It is not important for Psychomachia to be in his original body when the familiars are de-manifested.

Limitations: Psychomachia is only able to perceive through the senses of one familiar at a time, and is also not privy to his own senses while this is being done.

Psychomachia is only able to take the place of familiars that he can perceive (either familiars that he can see, be it directly or through a medium, or a familiar that he is currently sensing through). The process itself, however, is rapid.

While the familiars seem unaffected by damage, their movements and senses can be hindered in most of the usual ways.
Equipment: Not particularly.

Naruto: Black Sun

Sakamoto Isami

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^{Location: Uragiri Clan Compound [Koi Breeding Pond] | Time: 9AM [9:12]
Interaction: Team 7 Uragiri Sakana -- @Odin Kajiya Tatsuya -- @RaijinSlayer, Shinjo Tsubasa -- @McHaggis,}

“Before you go…”

Suisen’s voice had reached for him, across the bleak and dreary of the dim hall, as it often did. Only today an anxiety tinted the feverish boredom, the drifting melancholy. For a brief moment, it made Isami forget to wonder, made him forget to think to himself: when is he going to stop? Will he ever stop? When those thoughts did indeed surface, Isami fought to suppress them, admonishing whatever part of him was brash enough, irresponsible enough to muster up such insolence.

He turned, ever the dutiful son, to face his father. The backdrop of the archaic hall, the black folds of Suisen’s haori blurred as Isami’s eyes honed in on his outstretched hand. It was quaking.

“The Chukabocho…” Father was pointing, Isami knew, pointing at the scrolls upon his person, one of which held the second of the family’s ancestral weapons. He was pointing, and yet each of his fingers remained outstretched, refusing to give way, to fold, to obey. “The grip is…”

Suisen laughed, tone like bitter-melon, at the juxtaposition of it. ‘The grip’, his own trembling hand. His was the blackest humor, Isami knew, and it helped him be reminded of his plight everywhere he looked. Isami interrupted, unwilling to bear the self-imposed cruelty of his jibes.

“The grip’s tricky, I know. The trick is to loosen the wrists. To give.”

---

His new teammate’s beckoning, taking Isami away from his father, had been a prayer and a blessing in one, sent down from the rains. Tsubasa’s mere being too, had been a welcome distraction for his troubled mind. Isami had become accustomed to looking down when speaking to others his age, and the change was… interesting, perhaps even welcome. More notably: had she always been a girl?

How had he not known this? Had he been so absorbed in his own affairs?

Those were the disquieting thoughts that carried Isami on the path towards the Kajiya forge. The stifling heat of the forge entrance, and the thought of melting within the forge proper, were thoughts that congealed with the rest. The Kajiya were swordsmiths and sealing specialists in antiquity, Isami recalled, which meant that the two sons had a strange amount in common. It was unlikely, he concluded, that such details failed to inform their arrangement.

“Yeah, I just might,” Isami found himself compelled, by the satisfying crack of the blacksmith’s neck, to stretch the length of his back, “Elderly folk know everything; let’s ask around.”

He could already feel the vivid, pounding headache resounding between his temples, just remembering the Sakamoto elders drilling stories of legacy along the walls of his skull.

---

Isami had found their initial task liberating, acknowledging its almost childlike novelty; a scavenger hunt, flanked by new ‘friends’. The pessimist in him expected to be given recompense for the relative ease of the task, paid back with trials and tribulations, each one vastly more horrific than the last. As if accepting the expectation as reality, he steeled himself, expression as rigid as Tsubasa’s own.

He allowed himself to soften upon seeing her smile of vague reassurance, meeting their new sensei with an awkward gait, as if desperately attempting to keep his spine perfectly upright.

Vague recognition dotted Isami’s mind as he glimpsed upon their sensei’s eyes, linking them to the stories of the ‘Uragiri’ they had learned bits and pieces of during their hunt. He was young, too, to what must have been the point of unfathomably so, considering his rank. A prodigy perhaps, who did as strange prodigious folk did; played with fish and asked strange questions.

Isami bristled at Sakana’s wording - you swing around weapons - and questioned why the phrasing caused him such distress. His family would doubtlessly retort in the most excruciating of ways, delving ad nauseam into their artform, their craft, honed by time. He shared no such sensibilities yet…

He composed himself, and offered his own answer, intoned in the most lifeless, sterile of ways, “To bring honor and glory to one’s village and clan, to take on their burden and provide for their legacy.” Even he had to give pause, wondering if their eccentric sensei would accept the platitudes, “... and, and provide victory, of course.”

Already, he could feel doubt and shame, and braced himself for mockery and admonishment.

What instead followed was the doubtlessly-soon-to-be-fabled debacle regarding Tatsuya and the Slippery Scroll. Somehow, it made Isami like the boy better, as if thankful for the reprieve from his own feelings. He knew better than to offer the situation a word, but if he could, it would have been: thank you.

The thought of the transpirings warmed him, and he barely even registered the matter of the Grass.

The Variable Project: VECTOR

To subdue the enemy without fighting is the acme of skill.

Name:

Andrade, Raul

Age:

35.

Sex:

Male.

Biography:

Born amid the wealth and riches of Minas Gerais, Brazil, Raul Andrade was a close, if measured, acquaintance of privilege. The latest son of a line of government officials and media personalities alike, his father was a Coronel of the state police, a position he gained entirely through nepotism, like his own father before him. The boons of name and blood had dulled his father’s pride, and ensured that he knew the idea of ‘merit’ only as a fleeting shadow. Raul Andrade would come to know the influence of nepotism differently, only in the sense that it made him an outsider, an observer.

And as an observer, Raul was endlessly studious, and even prodigious. Inserted into the state military police, he demonstrated an aptitude for civil service and enforcement alike. He became a vaunted member of the BOPE, a world-class exponent of urban warfare.

Born PK-capable, yet never formally initiated into the world of constants and variables, Raul was nonetheless approached for his talent as an operative.

Personality:

Raul is deliberation incarnate. Every thought carefully weighted, and every word measured, delivered at half-speed with perfect enunciation. He operates within his own pace, thorough and cunning in equal measure, preferring deft solutions over explosive measures. His choice of tempo lends itself towards what appears to be a general dispassion and disconnect, although Raul is, more accurately, simply adept at framing the darkest happenings in pragmatic contexts, accepting that matters of the near past are significant only as frameworks for what comes next.

Endlessly courteous, Raul is cordial if not particularly emotive, and rather forgiving in his interactions with colleagues and comrades.

Variable Efficiency and Control Test (VECT) Results:

Short-Range, Physical. Long-Range, Physical.

Relationships:

-to be determined-.

The Variable Project: VECTOR

To subdue the enemy without fighting is the acme of skill.

Name:

Andrade, Raul

Age:

35.

Sex:

Male.

Biography:

Born amid the wealth and riches of Minas Gerais, Brazil, Raul Andrade was a close, if measured, acquaintance of privilege. The latest son of a line of government officials and media personalities alike, his father was a Coronel of the state police, a position he gained entirely through nepotism, like his own father before him. The boons of name and blood had dulled his father’s pride, and ensured that he knew the idea of ‘merit’ only as a fleeting shadow. Raul Andrade would come to know the influence of nepotism differently, only in the sense that it made him an outsider, an observer.

And as an observer, Raul was endlessly studious, and even prodigious. Inserted into the state military police, he demonstrated an aptitude for civil service and enforcement alike. He became a vaunted member of the BOPE, a world-class exponent of urban warfare.

Born PK-capable, yet never formally initiated into the world of constants and variables, Raul was nonetheless approached for his talent as an operative.

Personality:

Raul is deliberation incarnate. Every thought carefully weighted, and every word measured, delivered at half-speed with perfect enunciation. He operates within his own pace, thorough and cunning in equal measure, preferring deft solutions over explosive measures. His choice of tempo lends itself towards what appears to be a general dispassion and disconnect, although Raul is, more accurately, simply adept at framing the darkest happenings in pragmatic contexts, accepting that matters of the near past are significant only as frameworks for what comes next.

Endlessly courteous, Raul is cordial if not particularly emotive, and rather forgiving in his interactions with colleagues and comrades.

Variable Efficiency and Control Test (VECT) Results:

Short-Range, Physical. Long-Range, Physical.

Relationships:

-to be determined-.

The Variable Project: VECTOR

Yes.:^)

Naruto: Black Sun

Sakamoto Isami

Sakamoto Isami

“Does it have to be me?”
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▸ Name:

Sakamoto Isami

▸ Clan:

Sakamoto

▸ Rank:

Genin.

▸ Sex:

♂

▸ Sex appearance:

♂

▸ Age:

14 years old.

▸ Age appearance:

Early teens.

▸ Sexuality:

Heterosexual.

▸ Birthplace:

Amegakure no Sato

▸ Village:

Amegakure no Sato

▸ Affiliations:

ｘ Sakamoto-ichizoku.
ｘ Amegakure no Sato.

▸ Chakra natures:

Primary nature:

Suiton.

Secondary nature:

Futon (Affinity not currently present).

Tertiary nature:

Raiton (Affinity not currently present).

▸ Appearance:

Isami's height is impressive for his young age, standing at about 5'10 - his intense lankiness, however, shines through as evidence of his age.

▸ Wardrobe:

Outside of the line of duty, Isami - as with all members of the Sakamoto clan - choose to dress formally to present themselves in the best manner possible; to this end, Isami is constantly garbed in a haori, with his personal preference being one of red. In the field, he prefers a standard-issue jacket and pants with pockets and holsters to carry his kunai, sealing tags and weapon-scrolls.

In either case, Isami is bespectacled, and dons a prominent side of round, thin-rimmed glasses.

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Biography

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▸ History:

Isami was born the eldest son of Tsubaki and Suisen, the matriarch and patriarch of the Sakamoto Clan, and that, he found himself being told ad nauseam, meant that honor was a birthright of his. The Sakamoto clan’s numbers had always been small, and their reputation lay in their stolid competence, as opposed to any sort of prodigious talent. They had never been known to flourish, and in a way, this was what perhaps bound the clan so strongly to Amegakure and all its turbulent history. Even at Amegakure’s lowest, clan Sakamoto kept faith with both the village and the profession of shinobi, staking their pride and honor through 18 Ancestral Weapons passed down the generations.

They had always spoken of their history with a boisterous pride that was perhaps incongruent with their status, but as a child Isami found the disparity inspirational, and their tradition of service an aspiration. Isami was molded early on to be Sakamoto’s next offering to Amegakure’s crop of upcoming shinobi, and the child resolved himself to the responsibility quite happily. He attended the Genin academy, and found the experience joyous despite his middling aptitude; the Sakamoto accepted his just-adequate performance, as their history had always cited hard work as a treasured fortune in and of itself, even bereft of astonishing accomplishment. Besides, his father Suisen had been the rare ‘genius’ of the Sakamoto, and Isami could find contentment living beneath his shadow.

His fortunes and happiness changed, however, when Suisen found that his hands no longer responded to his wills as they once did. In the short span of a month, Suisen - he who had mastered the 18 Arms of the Sakamoto Clan - was no longer fit to master his own dining fork, let alone his clan’s heirlooms. Despite the tragedy, Isami accepted that he would just have to continue his hard work, and make his clan’s offering to Amegakure in that way.

The family, however, could no longer abide Isami’s labored mediocrity. Perhaps it was the clan’s insecurities, that they would no longer have a full-fledged jonin to offer their beloved village, or perhaps it was Suisen, who desired to live vicariously through a shinobi that displayed not half of his own talent. Isami had barely grasped the second of the Divine Arms before they hoisted Sakuhana, the clan's finest, upon him. Quickly, he found that living according to tradition, and beneath Suisen’s shadow, had become strangling endeavors.

▸ Personality:

✓ Diligent.

While perhaps currently disillusioned with his life as a shinobi, Isami has grown up with the mantras of hard work instilled into him; he is tenacious and unyielding, if only by force of habit.

✗ Anxious.

The added pressure the Sakamoto have hoisted upon him has done poorly for Isami's mentality; he finds himself fretting about even the day-to-day aspects of life.

✓ Personable.

Isami has never before found himself attempting to measure up to others - as a result, his lack of competitive spirit feeds into a naturally friendly demeanor.

✗ Uninspired.

Isami's mantra has always been to 'work hard', although shinobi are perhaps best served in 'working smart'. He is not particularly creative, nor cunning.

✓ Dutiful.

Despite the toll it takes upon him, Isami recognizes that the Sakamoto name has always existed to serve Amegakure. He will follow suit.

✗ Prideful.

Despite his current demeanor and resentment at his family's demands of him, Isami grew up listening to the stories of his family, and will react, perhaps disproportionately, to those who make light of them and his own efforts. Furthermore, his insecurities render him likely to perceive slights where they do not exist.

▸ Dreams and hopes:

ｘ To become a servant of Amegakure worthy of his family's traditions and demands.
ｘ To find a way of attaining the above without compromising his own happiness.
ｘ To master the 18 Divine Arms of the Sakamoto Clan.
ｘ To perform adequately and become chunin.

▸ Desires:

ｘ Freedom from anxiety.
ｘ To establish a connection with his father that is uncolored by the demands of the clan.
ｘ To be known for his facility in bukijutsu.
ｘ The respect of his team and sensei.

▸ Fears:

ｘ Being unable to meet his clan's expectations.
ｘ His father's condition, an illness that appears to be worsening, progressing to a more critical or fatal extent.
ｘ Losing any of the family's 18 Arms.
ｘ Making a mishap that lowers the estimation of the clan in the eyes of others, or of himself in the eyes of his clan.

▸ Motivations:

Isami is driven by the demands of his clan, who are devoted to offering their sons and daughters - however sparse they may be - to Amegakure's military forces. He is driven to perform admirably and adequately, to reflect well as representative of his clan - in this regard, he is motivated by both responsibility and a desire for affirmation.

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Military

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▸ S-rank Techniques

N/A

▸ A-rank Techniques

N/A

▸ B-rank Techniques

N/A

▸ C-rank Techniques

N/A

▸ D-rank Techniques

18 Lovely Divine Arms

Water Release: Syrup Bomb

Water Release: Water Bullet Technique

Body Flicker Technique (Shunshin no Jutsu)

▸ E-rank Techniques

Bunshin no Jutsu (Clone Technique)

Kawarimi no Jutsu (Body Replacement Technique)

Henge no Jutsu (Transformation Technique)

▸ Custom Jutsu:

Water Release: Syrup Bomb
▸ Rank:

D.

▸ Range:

Short/Radial.

▸ Description:

Isami is capable of storing vials of syrupy substances within tags, and append said tags unto surfaces, or weapons such as kunai and the arrows summoned alongside his Yumi. When the seal is released (through the hand seal 'Snake'), the syrup is released in a short radius, and hardens promptly, potentially impeding factors such as movement and sight.

▸ Weaknesses:

Unless delivered via projectile, a degree of misdirection is needed to make adequate use of the technique. Otherwise, the seal takes a brief moment to 'release', a window of time in which to evade. Given enough reaction speed, a large amount of the syrup can be swiftly removed before it hardens. Finally, the hardened substance can be removed through careful application of force.

18 Lovely Divine Arms
▸ Rank:

D.

▸ Range:

N/A.

▸ Description:

It begins, as is common with weapon-summoning jutsu, with the unfurling of a summoning scroll. After performing a series of hand seals (Tiger, Dragon, Monkey, Hare, Snake), as well as the requisite minor sacrifice of blood, Isami unseals one out of several of his family's ancestral weapons. [see Equipment and Weapons].

▸ Weaknesses:

As with most summoning jutsu, there is a window of time (the summoning period) that can be exploited and an advantageous position gained.

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▸ Equipment and weaponry

First Divine Arm: Bengoshi no Yumi (Lawman's Bow)
▸ Type:

Bow (Yumi)

▸ Description:

A large longbow of firm - yet pliable - redwood, it stands over two meters, bound with a drawstring of chemically treated horsehair. Given its size and material quality, the bow carries incredible tensile properties and is thusly capable of firing from exceptional distances.

In combat, the Bow is typically used from a position of stealth and surprise. To maximize the tactical impact of the critical first shot, Isami will typically append an explosive tag or his Water Release: Syrup Bomb unto his arrow.

Second Divine Arm: Chukabocho (Chef's Knife)
▸ Type:

Naginata

▸ Description:

A metal polearm of about two meters in length, culminating, in a single-edged curved blade. Ultimately, the weapon is straight-forward enough, save for its singular gimmick; with the click of a switch located where the wielder’s dominant hand would typically be, the polearm ‘telescopes’, rapidly extending about another meter in length for the purposes of a surprise strike. It can be retracted through similar methodology.

Eighteenth Divine Arm: Sakuhana (Blooming Flower)
▸ Type:

Meteor Hammer

▸ Description:

A ‘chain’ of three meters length, culminating in a weighted spherical head at both ends. The material make of the meteor hammer is particularly intriguing, the chain being crafted from what seems like the hardened stem of a plant, and the hammer-heads six violet flower petals folded into eachother. At a base level, chakra must be flowed through Sakuhana, to render the materials as sturdy and strong as battle-ready steel. With more advanced proficiency, chakra may be funneled into the weapon to unlock its full functionality; both the chain and the hammer-heads can be enlarged to triple their length and volume, thus maximizing their destructive potential.

Usage of this weapon is particularly taxing, as it requires constant chakra expenditure - Isami is currently, in fact, unable to legitimately wield Sakuhana in combat.

Furthermore, exposure to flames will ignite the weapon, causing it to wither into the ruined remnants of a plant stalk (the weapon can be regrown with careful application of chakra, but this is a process that takes at least a week).

The Variable Project: VECTOR

<Snipped quote by Sketcher>

So many Iwaku faces, haha. Well, so long as @Shizuochan is still onboard, we should be good once we get one or two more people!

@follycle

I is, indeed

Naruto: Black Sun

Sakamoto Isami

Sakamoto Isami

“Does it have to be me?”
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▸ Name:

Sakamoto Isami

▸ Clan:

Sakamoto Isami

▸ Rank:

Genin.

▸ Sex:

♂

▸ Sex appearance:

♂

▸ Age:

14 years old.

▸ Age appearance:

Early teens.

▸ Sexuality:

Heterosexual.

▸ Birthplace:

Amegakure no Sato

▸ Village:

Amegakure no Sato

▸ Affiliations:

ｘ Sakamoto-ichizoku.
ｘ Amegakure no Sato.

▸ Chakra natures:

Primary nature:

Suiton.

Secondary nature:

Futon (Affinity not currently present).

Tertiary nature:

Raiton (Affinity not currently present).

▸ Appearance:

Isami's height is impressive for his young age, standing at about 5'10 - his intense lankiness, however, shines through as evidence of his age.

▸ Wardrobe:

Outside of the line of duty, Isami - as with all members of the Sakamoto clan - choose to dress formally to present themselves in the best manner possible; to this end, Isami is constantly garbed in a haori, with his personal preference being one of red. In the field, he prefers a standard-issue jacket and pants with pockets and holsters to carry his kunai, sealing tags and weapon-scrolls.

In either case, Isami is bespectacled, and dons a prominent side of round, thin-rimmed glasses.

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Biography

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▸ History:

Isami was born the eldest son of Tsubaki and Suisen, the matriarch and patriarch of the Sakamoto Clan, and that, he found himself being told ad nauseam, meant that honor was a birthright of his. The Sakamoto clan’s numbers had always been small, and their reputation lay in their stolid competence, as opposed to any sort of prodigious talent. They had never been known to flourish, and in a way, this was what perhaps bound the clan so strongly to Amegakure and all its turbulent history. Even at Amegakure’s lowest, clan Sakamoto kept faith with both the village and the profession of shinobi, staking their pride and honor through 18 Ancestral Weapons passed down the generations.

They had always spoken of their history with a boisterous pride that was perhaps incongruent with their status, but as a child Isami found the disparity inspirational, and their tradition of service an aspiration. Isami was molded early on to be Sakamoto’s next offering to Amegakure’s crop of upcoming shinobi, and the child resolved himself to the responsibility quite happily. He attended the Genin academy, and found the experience joyous despite his middling aptitude; the Sakamoto accepted his just-adequate performance, as their history had always cited hard work as a treasured fortune in and of itself, even bereft of astonishing accomplishment. Besides, his father Suisen had been the rare ‘genius’ of the Sakamoto, and Isami could find contentment living beneath his shadow.

His fortunes and happiness changed, however, when Suisen found that his hands no longer responded to his wills as they once did. In the short span of a month, Suisen - he who had mastered the 18 Arms of the Sakamoto Clan - was no longer fit to master his own dining fork, let alone his clan’s heirlooms. Despite the tragedy, Isami accepted that he would just have to continue his hard work, and make his clan’s offering to Amegakure in that way.

The family, however, could no longer abide Isami’s labored mediocrity. Perhaps it was the clan’s insecurities, that they would no longer have a full-fledged jonin to offer their beloved village, or perhaps it was Suisen, who desired to live vicariously through a shinobi that displayed not half of his own talent. Isami had barely grasped the second of the Divine Arms before they hoisted Sakuhana, the clan's finest, upon him. Quickly, he found that living according to tradition, and beneath Suisen’s shadow, had become strangling endeavors.

▸ Personality:

✓ Diligent.

While perhaps currently disillusioned with his life as a shinobi, Isami has grown up with the mantras of hard work instilled into him; he is tenacious and unyielding, if only by force of habit.

✗ Anxious.

The added pressure the Sakamoto have hoisted upon him has done poorly for Isami's mentality; he finds himself fretting about even the day-to-day aspects of life.

✓ Personable.

Isami has never before found himself attempting to measure up to others - as a result, his lack of competitive spirit feeds into a naturally friendly demeanor.

✗ Uninspired.

Isami's mantra has always been to 'work hard', although shinobi are perhaps best served in 'working smart'. He is not particularly creative, nor cunning.

✓ Dutiful.

Despite the toll it takes upon him, Isami recognizes that the Sakamoto name has always existed to serve Amegakure. He will follow suit.

✗ Prideful.

Despite his current demeanor and resentment at his family's demands of him, Isami grew up listening to the stories of his family, and will react, perhaps disproportionately, to those who make light of them and his own efforts. Furthermore, his insecurities render him likely to perceive slights where they do not exist.

▸ Dreams and hopes:

ｘ To become a servant of Amegakure worthy of his family's traditions and demands.
ｘ To find a way of attaining the above without compromising his own happiness.
ｘ To master the 18 Divine Arms of the Sakamoto Clan.
ｘ To perform adequately and become chunin.

▸ Desires:

ｘ Freedom from anxiety.
ｘ To establish a connection with his father that is uncolored by the demands of the clan.
ｘ To be known for his facility in bukijutsu.
ｘ The respect of his team and sensei.

▸ Fears:

ｘ Being unable to meet his clan's expectations.
ｘ His father's condition, an illness that appears to be worsening, progressing to a more critical or fatal extent.
ｘ Losing any of the family's 18 Arms.
ｘ Making a mishap that lowers the estimation of the clan in the eyes of others, or of himself in the eyes of his clan.

▸ Motivations:

Isami is driven by the demands of his clan, who are devoted to offering their sons and daughters - however sparse they may be - to Amegakure's military forces. He is driven to perform admirably and adequately, to reflect well as representative of his clan - in this regard, he is motivated by both responsibility and a desire for affirmation.

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Military

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▸ S-rank Techniques

N/A

▸ A-rank Techniques

N/A

▸ B-rank Techniques

N/A

▸ C-rank Techniques

N/A

▸ D-rank Techniques

18 Lovely Divine Arms

Water Release: Syrup Bomb

Water Release: Water Bullet Technique

Body Flicker Technique (Shunshin no Jutsu)

▸ E-rank Techniques

Bunshin no Jutsu (Clone Technique)

Kawarimi no Jutsu (Body Replacement Technique)

Henge no Jutsu (Transformation Technique)

▸ Custom Jutsu:

Water Release: Syrup Bomb
▸ Rank:

D.

▸ Range:

Short/Radial.

▸ Description:

Isami is capable of storing vials of syrupy substances within tags, and append said tags unto surfaces, or weapons such as kunai and the arrows summoned alongside his Yumi. When the seal is released (through the hand seal 'Snake'), the syrup is released in a short radius, and hardens promptly, potentially impeding factors such as movement and sight.

▸ Weaknesses:

Unless delivered via projectile, a degree of misdirection is needed to make adequate use of the technique. Otherwise, the seal takes a brief moment to 'release', a window of time in which to evade. Given enough reaction speed, a large amount of the syrup can be swiftly removed before it hardens. Finally, the hardened substance can be removed through careful application of force.

18 Lovely Divine Arms
▸ Rank:

D.

▸ Range:

N/A.

▸ Description:

It begins, as is common with weapon-summoning jutsu, with the unfurling of a summoning scroll. After performing a series of hand seals (Tiger, Dragon, Monkey, Hare, Snake), as well as the requisite minor sacrifice of blood, Isami unseals one out of several of his family's ancestral weapons. [see Equipment and Weapons].

▸ Weaknesses:

As with most summoning jutsu, there is a window of time (the summoning period) that can be exploited and an advantageous position gained.

---

▸ Equipment and weaponry

First Divine Arm: Bengoshi no Yumi (Lawman's Bow)
▸ Type:

Bow (Yumi)

▸ Description:

A large longbow of firm - yet pliable - redwood, it stands over two meters, bound with a drawstring of chemically treated horsehair. Given its size and material quality, the bow carries incredible tensile properties and is thusly capable of firing from exceptional distances.

In combat, the Bow is typically used from a position of stealth and surprise. To maximize the tactical impact of the critical first shot, Isami will typically append an explosive tag or his Water Release: Syrup Bomb unto his arrow.

Second Divine Arm: Chukabocho (Chef's Knife)
▸ Type:

Naginata

▸ Description:

A metal polearm of about two meters in length, culminating, in a single-edged curved blade. Ultimately, the weapon is straight-forward enough, save for its singular gimmick; with the click of a switch located where the wielder’s dominant hand would typically be, the polearm ‘telescopes’, rapidly extending about another meter in length for the purposes of a surprise strike. It can be retracted through similar methodology.

Eighteenth Divine Arm: Sakuhana (Blooming Flower)
▸ Type:

Meteor Hammer

▸ Description:

A ‘chain’ of three meters length, culminating in a weighted spherical head at both ends. The material make of the meteor hammer is particularly intriguing, the chain being crafted from what seems like the hardened stem of a plant, and the hammer-heads six violet flower petals folded into eachother. At a base level, chakra must be flowed through Sakuhana, to render the materials as sturdy and strong as battle-ready steel. With more advanced proficiency, chakra may be funneled into the weapon to unlock its full functionality; both the chain and the hammer-heads can be enlarged to triple their length and volume, thus maximizing their destructive potential.

Usage of this weapon is particularly taxing, as it requires constant chakra expenditure - Isami is currently, in fact, unable to legitimately wield Sakuhana in combat.

Furthermore, exposure to flames will ignite the weapon, causing it to wither into the ruined remnants of a plant stalk (the weapon can be regrown with careful application of chakra, but this is a process that takes at least a week).

There's my submission! Enjoy (hopefully)! Off the top of my head, I'm not like... super stoked about how the name sounds, particularly the surname, so my kingdom to anyone who can pitch me a better one. Also, wasn't sure how to handle the second and third affinities, so just followed suit with Terminal's.

Your [redacted] [redacted] lol

Kyoku Nori

“It doesn't have to be you.”
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▸ Name:

Kyoku Nori

▸ Clan:

Kyoku

▸ Rank:

Genin.

▸ Sex:

♂

▸ Sex appearance:

♂

▸ Age:

14 years old.

▸ Age appearance:

Early teens.

▸ Sexuality:

Heterosexual.

▸ Birthplace:

Amegakure no Sato

▸ Village:

Amegakure no Sato

▸ Affiliations:

ｘ Kyoku.
ｘ Amegakure no Sato.

▸ Chakra natures:

Primary nature:

Suiton.

Secondary nature:

Futon (Affinity not currently present).

Tertiary nature:

Raiton (Affinity not currently present).

▸ Appearance:

Nori's height is impressive for his young age, standing at about 5'10 - his intense lankiness, however, shines through as evidence of his age.

▸ Wardrobe:

Outside of the line of duty, Nori - as with all members of the Kyoku clan - choose to dress formally to present themselves in the best manner possible; to this end, Nori is constantly garbed in a haori, with his personal preference being one of red. In the field, he prefers a standard-issue jacket and pants with pockets and holsters to carry his kunai, sealing tags and weapon-scrolls.

In either case, Nori is bespectacled, and dons a prominent side of round, thin-rimmed glasses.

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Biography

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▸ History:

Nori was born the eldest son of Tsubaki and Suisen, the matriarch and patriarch of the Kyoku Clan, and that, he found himself being told ad nauseam, meant that honor was a birthright of his. The Kyoku clan’s numbers had always been small, and their reputation lay in their stolid competence, as opposed to any sort of prodigious talent. They had never been known to flourish, and in a way, this was what perhaps bound the clan so strongly to Amegakure and all its turbulent history. Even at Amegakure’s lowest, clan Kyoku kept faith with both the village and the profession of shinobi, staking their pride and honor through 18 Ancestral Weapons passed down the generations.

They had always spoken of their history with a boisterous pride that was perhaps incongruent with their status, but as a child Nori found the disparity inspirational, and their tradition of service an aspiration. Nori was molded early on to be Kyoku’s next offering to Amegakure’s crop of upcoming shinobi, and the child resolved himself to the responsibility quite happily. He attended the Genin academy, and found the experience joyous despite his middling aptitude; the Kyoku accepted his just-adequate performance, as their history had always cited hard work as a treasured fortune in and of itself, even bereft of astonishing accomplishment. Besides, his father Suisen had been the rare ‘genius’ of the Kyoku, and Nori could find contentment living beneath his shadow.

His fortunes and happiness changed, however, when Suisen found that his hands no longer responded to his wills as they once did. In the short span of a month, Suisen - he who had mastered the 18 Arms of the Kyoku Clan - was no longer fit to master his own dining fork, let alone his clan’s heirlooms. Despite the tragedy, Nori accepted that he would just have to continue his hard work, and make his clan’s offering to Amegakure in that way.

The family, however, could no longer abide Nori’s labored mediocrity. Perhaps it was the clan’s insecurities, that they would no longer have a full-fledged jonin to offer their beloved village, or perhaps it was Suisen, who desired to live vicariously through a shinobi that displayed not half of his own talent. In either case, Nori quickly found that living according to tradition, and beneath Suisen’s shadow, had become strangling endeavors.

▸ Personality:

✓ Diligent.

While perhaps currently disillusioned with his life as a shinobi, Nori has grown up with the mantras of hard work instilled into him; he is tenacious and unyielding, if only by force of habit.

✗ Anxious.

The added pressure the Kyoku have hoisted upon him has done poorly for Nori's mentality; he finds himself fretting about even the day-to-day aspects of life.

✓ Personable.

Nori has never before found himself attempting to measure up to others - as a result, his lack of competitive spirit feeds into a naturally friendly demeanor.

✗ Uninspired.

Nori's mantra has always been to 'work hard', although shinobi are perhaps best served in 'working smart'. He is not particularly creative, nor cunning.

✓ Dutiful.

Despite the toll it takes upon him, Nori recognizes that the Kyoku name has always existed to serve Amegakure. He will follow suit.

✗ Prideful.

Despite his current demeanor and resentment at his family's demands of him, Nori grew up listening to the stories of his family, and will react, perhaps disproportionately, to those who make light of them and his own efforts. Furthermore, his insecurities render him likely to perceive slights where they do not exist.

▸ Dreams and hopes:

ｘ To become a servant of Amegakure worthy of his family's traditions and demands.
ｘ To find a way of attaining the above without compromising his own happiness.
ｘ To master the 18 Divine Arms of the Kyoku Clan.
ｘ To perform adequately and become chunin.

▸ Desires:

ｘ Freedom from anxiety.
ｘ To establish a connection with his father that is uncolored by the demands of the clan.
ｘ To be known for his facility in bukijutsu.
ｘ The respect of his team and sensei.

▸ Fears:

ｘ Being unable to meet his clan's expectations.
ｘ His father's condition progressing to a more critical or fatal extent.
ｘ Losing any of the family's 18 Arms.
ｘ Making a mishap that lowers the estimation of the clan in the eyes of others, or of himself in the eyes of his clan.

▸ Motivations:

Nori is driven by the demands of his clan, who are devoted to offering their sons and daughters - however sparse they may be - to Amegakure's military forces. He is driven to perform admirably and adequately, to reflect well as representative of his clan - in this regard, he is motivated by both responsibility and a desire for affirmation.

—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

Military

—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

▸ S-rank Techniques

N/A

▸ A-rank Techniques

N/A

▸ B-rank Techniques

N/A

▸ C-rank Techniques

N/A

▸ D-rank Techniques

18 Lovely Divine Arms

Water Release: Syrup Bomb

Water Release: Water Bullet Technique

Body Flicker Technique (Shunshin no Jutsu)

▸ E-rank Techniques

Bunshin no Jutsu (Clone Technique)

Kawarimi no Jutsu (Body Replacement Technique)

Henge no Jutsu (Transformation Technique)

▸ Custom Jutsu:

Water Release: Syrup Bomb
▸ Rank:

D.

▸ Range:

Short/Radial.

▸ Description:

Nori is capable of storing vials of syrupy substances within tags, and append said tags unto surfaces, or weapons such as kunai and the arrows summoned alongside his Yumi. When the seal is released (through the hand seal 'Snake'), the syrup is released in a short radius, and hardens promptly, potentially impeding factors such as movement and sight.

▸ Weaknesses:

Unless delivered via projectile, a degree of misdirection is needed to make adequate use of the technique. Otherwise, the seal takes a brief moment to 'release', a window of time in which to evade. Given enough reaction speed, a large amount of the syrup can be swiftly removed before it hardens. Finally, the hardened substance can be removed through careful application of force.

18 Lovely Divine Arms
▸ Rank:

D.

▸ Range:

N/A.

▸ Description:

It begins, as is common with weapon-summoning jutsu, with the unfurling of a summoning scroll. After performing a series of hand seals (Tiger, Dragon, Monkey, Hare, Snake), as well as the requisite minor sacrifice of blood, Nori unseals one out of several of his family's ancestral weapons. [see Equipment and Weapons].

▸ Weaknesses:

As with most summoning jutsu, there is a window of time (the summoning period) that can be exploited and an advantageous position gained.

---

▸ Equipment and weaponry

First Divine Arm: Bengoshi no Yumi (Lawman's Bow)
▸ Type:

Bow (Yumi)

▸ Description:

A large longbow of firm - yet pliable - redwood, it stands over two meters, bound with a drawstring of chemically treated horsehair. Given its size and material quality, the bow carries incredible tensile properties and is thusly capable of firing from exceptional distances.

In combat, the Bow is typically used from a position of stealth and surprise. To maximize the tactical impact of the critical first shot, Nori will typically append an explosive tag or his Water Release: Syrup Bomb unto his arrow.

Second Divine Arm: Chukabocho (Chef's Knife)
▸ Type:

Naginata

▸ Description:

A metal polearm of about two meters in length, culminating, in a single-edged curved blade. Ultimately, the weapon is straight-forward enough, save for its singular gimmick; with the click of a switch located where the wielder’s dominant hand would typically be, the polearm ‘telescopes’, rapidly extending about another meter in length for the purposes of a surprise strike. It can be retracted through similar methodology.

Eighteenth Divine Arm: Sakuhana (Blooming Flower)
▸ Type:

Meteor Hammer

▸ Description:

A ‘chain’ of three meters length, culminating in a weighted spherical head at both ends. The material make of the meteor hammer is particularly intriguing, the chain being crafted from what seems like the hardened stem of a plant, and the hammer-heads six violet flower petals folded into eachother. At a base level, chakra must be flowed through Sakuhana, to render the materials as sturdy and strong as battle-ready steel. With more advanced proficiency, chakra may be funneled into the weapon to unlock its full functionality; both the chain and the hammer-heads can be enlarged to triple their length and volume, thus maximizing their destructive potential.

Usage of this weapon is particularly taxing, as it requires constant chakra expenditure - Nori is currently, in fact, unable to safely wield the weapon for longer than three minutes. Furthermore, exposure to flames will ignite the weapon, causing it to wither into the ruined remnants of a plant stalk (the weapon can be regrown with careful application of chakra, but this is a process that takes at least a week).