I'll have a response up for the whiteside team later today. It's been on my to-do list for awhile, and blahblahexcusesblahblahexcuses *ahem* I'm finally getting around to it. .-.;
... Feeling excluded now.
Anyway, I'm pretty sure we're still waiting for @GrafRoy Zeppeli's answer anyway (at least I am) so it's not like you need to rush it.
Alias: Grey Rat (Amongst the street urchins from his hometown)
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Elf
Age: 17
Rank: C
Personality: If asked to describe Grisia in a single word, most of his friends would certainly choose the word "misleading" as soon as possible. The why for this quick choice of wording isn't exactly mysterious , as the behaviour of the young male is nowhere near what one would expect from the somehow aloof aura and constantly apathetic expression he wears while in the process of accepting requests, being, in fact, the exact opposite of what his emotionless facade tries to demonstrate: carefree, easygoing and surprisingly unruly, Grisia has been recognized by his friends as an individual known by his inherent disposition towards lazing around, often acting while ignoring his dutied and obligations in favour of simply napping around or wasting his time with similarly pointless things, from seemingly harmless activities such as cloud gazing to completely irresponsible acts such as messing around and drinking with strangers while undercover in a foreign country, completely ignoring the fact that he lacks any permission to be there.
In truth, though, Grisia isn't that far from being the heartless monster that many of those who only saw his emotionless and stern act think - for he is, after all, a street urchin who actually had to struggle to maintain his life since the very start of his life, and as such, he is not only capable of killing without a hint of remorse and hardly taking it as something big but also seems to actually enjoy the act of fighting, taking pleasure out of bloodshed and seemingly enjoying fighting to the point of clearly showing a grin when struggling against an equally strong or stronger than himself opponent - something that he regards as naught but a "bad habit".
That being said, Grisia isn't actually a psychotic monster or anything of the genre, having quite the gentle and outgoing personality when out of the battlefield - to the point of being previously regarded as a flirt by some of his companions, assumption that was quickly countered by how he seems to be easily made flustered by bold women - and easily getting along with people, often finding himself happily joking and messing around with a group of strangers that he never talked with before a few minutes after meeting them.
History: Born from unknown parents who he never meet and raised amidst the savagery of the slums located in an independent city of Rhodes, Grisia is what most people would call a miracle - for living 17 years without becoming either a criminal or a body was something unimaginable when considering his previous experiences - who lived through all the street urchin gangs (rats, as they were dubbed) fights, struggle for food and overall dangerous environment of the slums. What made him so different from the thousands of other orphans and street urchins who had the same background and poor luck? Easy: Talent - for he was, after all, a natural thief who could already bypass the senses of an experienced adventurer and take away just enough coins for they not to notice from their pockets even before he reached adulthood... And this was exactly what gave him the opportunity to escape from the hellish slums.
It was in one of his "working moments" - as he liked to call the act of mixing with a crowd and relieving some specially wealthy looking travelers from part of their wealth - back when he was around twelve years old that he managed to, by sheer lack (or maybe excess) of luck, get caught. He didn't mess up with the act, of course, perfectly taking what he wanted from his target and preparing to get away with it when one of his target's companions noticed his act and, with all the skill of a C ranked adventurer, caught him before he could run away - no need to say that this was the equivalent of death for a rat, for no one really cared about the death of someone without any background and as such he could, and most certainly would, easily be killed without any repercussions... Or so he thought.
Turns out that instead of being killed, Grisia was recruited by the person he tried to pickpocket, a man he'd later know aa Briggs. Turns out that Briggs and his two companions - a female human mage named Roselia and a male half-elf ranger named Alvin - were actually an adventurer party passing by, with Briggs himself being a B ranked adventurer and his companions being C ranked and even more surprisingly they were interested on him, for the simple fact that he was able to bypass Briggs awareness - even if due to his own lack of attention - in despite of his young age was already more than enough to impress the adventurer, motivating him to ask the youth to join them as a junior member - something that he obviously accepted to do, for it was not like he had other choice to start with.
For the following two years, he accompanied the adventurers in their adventures, learning and sharpening new skills in the process - including social ones, previously unimportant for him - and for the first time knowing how a family felt, until the day were the moment of parting ways finally came, for the now completely B ranked party - with the other two members succeding in attaining this rank in the period of two years - left Grisia behind in the adventurer's guild of Swynport to depart in an adventure impossible for them until that moment: The now B ranked party was out to explore Morburne.
The result? They never came back, leaving Grisia behind to become a solo adventurer for the following three years as they completely disappeared after entering the cursed land of the demons - and thus making going there and discovering what truly happened with them the young male's main, if not sole, objective. Magic: Spatial Magic - Grisia has started learning Spatial Magic since around a year ago, having some minor proficiency in using it - though he doesn't seem to be really skilled as of now, with Blink being the only spell he can use in combat.
Blink: A minor teleportation spell capable of instantly moving the user to any point inside his field of view. Mostly used for enhanced mobility and sneaking.
Skills: Capable Swordsman - Having been using a falchion himself for the last three years and gaving received training in wielding a sword for 2 years before that, Grisia can somehow wield swords satisfactorily by now - though he's nowhere near the level of a knight or even a classically trained individual in technique alone.
Dagger Wielding - Grisia is unsurprisingly skilled in using daggers and similarly stilled weapons - a skill common to pretty much every single street urchin in tue slums.
Throwing Technique - Grisia seems to be specially skilled when it comes to throwing knifes and daggers as well as other random tools, from interesting gadgets to rocks, having an abnormally keen accuracy and finesse when using throwing weapons - a result of years using this technique as a makeshift way of defending himself from the bigger children who tried to steal his earnings.
Thief Skillset - Being an experienced thief trained since childhood, Grisia has acquired a plethora of skills related to robbery as a whole, including but not restricted to lockpicking, stealth, trap detection and even dismantling.
Abnormal Awareness - Due to how he constantly had to pay attention to his surroundings in order to stay alive in the slums as well as all the uses this ability had for an adventurer, Grisia developed the ability/habit of constantly paying attention to everything around himself to the point where he hardly miss even minor alterations in the space around him.
Enhanced Agility - Being created in such an hostile environment and having a naturally lean - and thus physically weaker - body type, Grisia became truly skilled in the art of dodging and running away, being no stranger to acrobatics, climbing and contortionism.
Equipment:
Blue Eagle - Magic Grade A blue colored falchion enchanted with the ability to expand it's length to a certain extent and reduced weight. Normally assumes the form of a common, 80 cm long falchion, being capable of expanding to up to 2 meters long without any change in weight.
Throwing Daggers - Common Grade, 12 units Your simple, everyday throwing daggers. Favoured weapon of thiefs and assassins alike.
Kamui couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief when Sakana managed to calm down the situation through the use of his weirdly effective gloomy charisma, going as far as showing some slight satisfaction in his face as he once more stored the fan that he used as weapon inside one of his seals - quite the weird sight, given how the Uzumaki's facial expression hardly demonstrated anything other than a listless apathy. His face had already returned to his normal apathy in the following second tho, as he looked as apathetic as always whem Tsukiko looked towards him - after all, the last thing he wanted was showing a sign of weakness in front of the savage woman - answering her glance with naught but a slight tilt of his head, as if wondering why did she even bother with looking towards him, clearly demonstrating that he was far from being affected by her previous acts - a result of his sensor technique letting him detect lies through the fluctuations of a person's chakra, and thus knowing that Tsukiko was sincerely helping them... For now.
He didn't even need to wait for Sakana's order to start searching for their target, quietly accompanying the movements of the teams that gradually filled the area as Sakana continued talking, concentrated to the point of where he didn't even react when the shinobi revealed the seal in his body - though he did rejoice internally when he did so, as he confirmed that his decision of planting a trap in his body was indeed wise, for no sane person would willingly decide to set such an absurd thing in their own body - concentrating his attention in a particularly run-down team, with 3 of its members showing chakra fluctuations that represented that they were either facing an internal conflict or just got out from an extremely dangerous fight (hopefully both). He immediately darted towards them right in the following second, using the opportunity provided by the fact that one of their members ran away towards the forest, being followed by the only relatively stable member of the group (possibly chased? He couldn't tell since by what he could see through reading her chakra fluctuations, the person in the running side seemed to be facing some serious emotional crisis) - and thus leaving two weakened members behind.
"A group of four just broke into two duos. Three members seem to be weakned... Shit!" Before he couldn't completely relay the situation to his comrades - that hopefully followed him - one of the weakened shinobi released some weird technique - possibly a sensory one, though Kamui couldn't confirm - triggering Kamui into slightly shifting their trajectory to make them able to target the area between the weakned duo and the other duo of shinobi if they tried to reunite - that now seemed to be weirdly close one to the other, making Kamui mutter a small curse to their shamelessness before he reported the change in situation to his group."Weakened guy just released a technique. Possibly aware of our position. I recommend accelerating to attack them while we can." He quickly relayed right before they entered the proximity of the group, suppressing the urge of suggesting circling the group to ambush the other member of the duo to Tsukiko - after all, he just suspected it was a sensor technique and thus couldn't risk talking loud and alerting them about his presence. Hopefully, they hadn't any method of communicating with the other group for now.
@HarlequinKing@The One Sorry to be the bearer of bad news but this already started and already died. Pretty sure Agent is taking a break from RPing right now.
There was no time to think. Before Hikaru could even admire the result of his explosive action - the buddha statue revealed it's true form as soon as the sound of the drums reached it, letting free the weird lightning beast that attacked Ai before and revealing something extremely important as it did so: The position of the lightning scroll - the sole objective of this challenge and spmething they had to acquire if they still wanted to become jonin.
Hikaru's reaction was, as expected of a somehow experienced shinobi, immediate: He was already dashing towards the statue even before Ai's yell managed to reach his ears, trusting in his teammates abilities for once as he desperately assumed the optimal position for what could only be described suicidal rush, moving his body to adopt an optimal position for the triggering of a single technique that would give him the chance of reaching the scroll in time - his self-made technique: Thunderous Dash - and finally making use of the Kekkei-reliant skill in an instant, releasing an surprisingly large explosion from the bottom of his feet - unsurprisingly damaging his legs in the process, for even Hikaru's inhuman durability couldn't hope to completely negate the damage caused by his explosions - using it to propel himself towards the scroll in a speed that could only be described as absurd, making it seem as if he just instantly reached the scroll, with his hand already grasping it - almost like he made use of space-time ninjutsu to instsntly change his position to directly grasp the scroll, if not by the fact that the impact of his hand with the scroll was clearly violent.
Kamui Uzumaki
Konohagakure | Chūnin | Sleepy nin
TIME:Present Day - Morning | LOCATION:Konohagakure - Forty-Fourth Training Ground | INTERACTION:@Odin, @Project, @j8cob.
Kamui couldn't help but release an annoyed grunt from his mouth when faced by Sakana's remarkably thoughtful remark, strangely dissatisfied by how his teammate demonstrated concern over him as he continued the process of transferring part of his chakra and healing him - After all, Sakana's somehow friendly act didn't exactly make him feel better when considering how he used the opportunity to sort of betray him, even if he knew that the other shinobi's words were most certainly motivated by the fact that he still needed his support.
His dissatisfaction didn't take long to be dispelled though, as the Hokage's speech immediately assured him that his decision was indeed the most reasonable ine - fact that was further proved by the fact that Sakana instantly pulled out a strange blade and slashed it towards the area where his scroll was being held - an act that Kamui would undoubtedly consider as offensive at first glance, possibly enough to make hin trigger the seal he placed in the younger shinobi... If not by the fact that his sluggish self didn't even register the movement until it was already made, luckly preventing him from directly activating the seal due to an incorrect reading of the situation, as he noticed that his younger teammate actually defended him from having his scroll stolen... By another teammate, of course, that proceeded to leap away from them.
Before he could even take measures to prevent being targeted amidst tne chaotic situation, while he was still in the process of opening his mind's eye to have a better grasp of what was happening around him, Sakana actually moved to throw him away, shielding him from an attack that came from the supposedly most pacific shinobi of the group, resulting in Kamui struggling to recover his equilibrium for a second. When he finally managed to fix his posture, this time already absolutely conscient about what was happening around him, Sakana was already trying to mediate the situation in his own way, trying to convince the other members of the team - specially the wild girl - that working together would be more efficient for them and apparently making the infighting stop for a moment - what didn't stop Kamui from taking a hold of his fan and directly stare Usagi (a fairly useless act considering the fact that his sensory technique was active). He already committed the mistake of considering her as harmless once, after all, so he wouldn't just do the same and overlook her again.
"Say that for yourself, darling. I'm a devil, as dishonest as they come." Cain grinned cheerfully as he happily countered Lena's claim. He was, after all, someone who frequently used his charm skills to get better prices in the game right after he started playing, so the fact that he would get to do so again in the start of a new life was almost poetic - and undoubtedly amusing, at least for the Devil himself.
"Yeah, yeah. We're already fairly suspicious as of now, no need to make it even worse." In despite of the agreement, the Devil hardly seemed to be that anxious to get in the town. After all, the perspective of having to avoid playing around for a while wasn't all that attractive for him - specially because the not so big village would hardly give him the opportunity of waiting until Lena wasn't around and go out to do something fun (and most certainly wrong).
"... Killjoy." He couldn't help but mutter a small complain, ignoring his standing and unceremoniously pouting as the elf warned Tania to behave - something yhat, while needed, would undoubtedly make this trip considerably more boring, as the mischievouness of the fairy brought quite the amusement to the Devil, who loved interesting situations to the point where he wouldn't even care about getting in dangerous situations as long as it entertained him. "Demon face my ass, chatty wasp. Be a good subordinate and call me your highness." Cain couldn't help but voice a retort as he followed behind the duo, unsurprisingly grinning in despite of the somehow annoyed tone that he used less than a second ago - letting clear that he wasn't truly bothered by the fairy's irreverence and merely felt the need to answer with an equally preposterous retort.
Turns out that the village was as cheerful and welcoming as Cain expected - AKA not cheeeful or welcoming at all, lacking any particularly interesting feature to attract the devils attention. Even more unsurprisingly, most of the people in the way took their time to boudly stare their group without even trying to disguise the suspiciousness in their gazes - something fairly rude to do with newcomers, even from the Devil's point of view. Their open rudeness was such that the whole lodge actually got silent as soon as they entered, without even trying to hide the fact that they stopped their conversations just to stare the group of elfs - earning a sharp stare from Cain himself, who seemingly completely entered the character of a proud elf. "Unsurprisingly, the inside is also filled by a whole bunch of uncultured hillbillies." He snorted, not even bothering about hiding his dissatisfaction.
By the time the burly attendant approached their group, Cain's formerly apathetic expression had already changed into one of cold disdain, openly demonstrating how "truly" annoyed he was by the way they were received - thought it was hardly real, for the current Cain hardly bothered about the way humans acted, having unconsciously acquired an elitist mindsed, that hardly recognized the new world's humans as being equal to himself as a result of his new identity as a devil coupled with the lack of contact with beings of this world, that unconciously made him regard them as naught but NPCs (Something that he failed to do with actual YGGDRASIL NPCs, as demonstrated by how he interacted with Lena normally.) unworthy of his attention - and leaving the conversation for those interested on it, such as Vander and Lena (for he couldn't see Tania being interested by such a boring affair).
In the end, though, something did attract his attention in the lodge - the appearance of a new person that he actually recognized. The person in question, a tall man with tribal markings in his face that was seemingly also interested in their group, even if he tried to hide that. Now what was weird about such an individual? Easy: Cain knew him from before transmigrating - though not as a sentient being. The person in question was, without a hint of doubt, Senna's pet npc (A butler, as she liked to declare), a being to who Cain was already more than familiarized - not only from his time with Apocalypse Now but from even before, as he and Senna were, even if not specially close, somehow acquainted due to being two of the few high-leveled players of the demon race. His immediate reaction was, of course, letting go of the dissatisfaction visible in his face as his expression changed into an amused grin, clearly demonstrating his interest in the man - going as far as directly staring him in the hopes of attracting his attention (maybe even causing some interesting event, if he inherited his creator's wild nature). For now, he didn't feel the need to expose his identity to the rest of the party, for most of them would probably try to discreetly contact him and avoid conflict - an utterly boring way of handling things in Cain's not-so-humble opinion.
Hikaru couldn't help but feel cheated when the figure he faintly saw before finally revealed itself, in all of its sparkly glory, proving that his assumption was indeed correct: The beast was made of lightning. While he'd most certainly deny that if asked later, his immediate reaction was silently cursing Ai for her poor choice of scroll and then not so silently cursing his own luck for pushing him into such a stupid predicament. "Guess this shitty test just became extremely troublesome" He muttered, unconsciously forming a self-mocking smile in his face as he tightned his grip over the handle of his umbrella - the only thing he could possibly use to fend the weird beast.
Turns out that, in the end, such an cautious reaction wasn't needed, for Ayame's barrier managed to hold back the beast, giving then time to plan what they should do next - what Ai did through some weird religious talk. "I don't know what in hell are you talking about, but I probably manage to hit all the drums one last time with the tags I have here. Not sure about a third try though." He uncerimouniously answered the girl's question, demonstrating the now greatly reduced amount of explosive tags he carried - after all, those things occupied a considerable space, and he hardly carried enough for large scale operations, for he wasn't exactly fond of having an excessive amount of highly explosive materials with himself due to obvious reasons.
Ultimately, he decided to simply do what Ai suggested, setting his explosive tags in a way that hopefully would work to drum every drum in their surroundings even without setting one for every drum - quite the tedious work, since he had to calculate the range of te explosion to make it work without wasting his already scarce reserve of explosive tags. In the end, he somehow managed to do the job without having to borrow some extra tags from any of his teammates. "The manual work is done~ Warn me when you're done with the planning part." He returned to the interior of the barrier as aoon as he conveyed the completion of his job to his teammates, sitting down and waiting for them to end their part of the work. As soon as they finished the preparations, he would trigger his tags and hopefully manage to force the once more force the beast to get out of the statue.
Kamui Uzumaki
Konohagakure | Chūnin | Sleepy nin
TIME:Present Day - Morning | LOCATION:Konohagakure - Fire Challenge Room --> Forty-Fourth Training Ground | INTERACTION:@Odin, @Project, @j8cob.
Even when he expected such a result, Kamui couldn't help but frown as his clone eas devoured by the weird flames - that seemingly used the chakra contained in it to grow stronger. Wasting chakra like this was, after all, a bother - even if it somehow helped them with identifying the effects of the silver flames. "Guess It's time for plan B..." He muttered, turning back to face Sakana as he thought of what to do next.Ultimately, the act of trying to consult the other shinobi failed miserably, for Sakana was already walking towards the flame while saying something about fate before he could even say a single word - an act that clearly surprised Kamui, who didn't expect to see such a bold move that early in the test. He didn't linger around thinking about how surprising it was for long though, as even if Sakana decided to go by himself his role in the team wouldn't change - Checking the actual effect of the flame in a human being was a need, after all.
"Open." The Uzumaki finally muttered something after making his mind, using the single word as a mantra to concentrate in the task that was almost natural for him by now: opening his mind's eye. The result was rather instantaneous, as he immediately gained a complete awareness of all the chakra in the room in detail - a signal of how truly absurd his technique was. No need to say that he could immediately tell quite a few things that he couldn't before, namely: The fact that the proctor was seemingly considerably stronger than your everyday Jonin, how utterly absurd the challenge room was, with even his sensory abilities being unable to detect what happened outside of it, and most importantly: How the weird flames were capable of directly devouring Sakana's chakra.
Before he could convey any of this, though, Sakana demonstrated how utterly absuder he truly was as the youngest person to join the exam, expelling part of his own chakra out to expulse the flame from his body like he'd dispel a genjutsu - a technique that even Kamui, a genius on his own right, didn't think about. The result of such an unexpected reaction was rather pleasant for the group, since Sakana actually managed to touch the scroll, completing the challenge and earning the rage (and threats) of the test's proctor, that openly insulted the whole team and even said that he'd kill Sakana if he tried that again - a seemingly real threat, as far as Kamui could tell - before he finally vanished, opening the door to the outside for the team - possibly representing their success in becominf jonins, though Kamui highly doubted that, as he not only believed it wouldn't be so easy to become one of the elite ninjas of the village but was also quite certain that the scroll that appeared tied to his waist after the end of the test wasn't given as a souvenir.
His first reaction after leaving the challenge room was, as expected, expand his sensor range to detect any sign of the other participants, going aa far as expanding it to search for any human presence inside a 5 km radius of the group before finally closing his mind eye after failing to detect any other participant in the area. "Seens like we're either the first team to get here or the only team where not everyone can hide their chakra signature..." He dryly said as he made his way towards Sakana, clearly unsatisfied about something - specifically wasting his energy with an unneded scan of the area - as he positioned his palms over Sakana's back. "Want some healing or just transferring some chakra will do the job?" He unceremoniously asked as he positioned himself near his teammate, clearly anxious to deal with this bother before more trouble arrived. Depending on his teammate answer, he'd either just transfer part of his chakra to him or heal any eventual wound and them do the chakra transference, and before finishing either of those he'd add a special gift in the package: A small, almost unnoticeable Self-Cursing Seal - Since he still needed Sakana to fight for him later and had to expend his own chakra to put him back in the game, he could as well use the opportunity to get some insurance.
...In fact, I was wondering about how to suggest that, since Drew and Burning seem to be occupied and I couldn't just reply to my own post. Luckily, you thought the same, otherwise I'd agonize over this for the next few days.
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