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Yo! I'm a fairly simply guy who's in here due to my love of writing. I've never got into the swing of things on these forums due to other stuff, hence the massive difference from the time I joined to the number of posts I've made. I'm a big geek when it comes to all things anime, fiction and games. I can roleplay just about anything as long as it doesn't involve me using an actual person's picture. I usually lean on the anime style of RP's, but recently I've been branching out for the sake of gaining perspective. I don't inherently dislike any character tropes, I believe if the execution is right and the direction is clear then something of value can come out of that. I might be online in theory, but that might just be me leaving the tab open. If you wanna talk just go ahead! I don't bite... much.

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I like that it's organized, but I guess I rather have it more like how I used to do it.

I think my template turned out pretty slick, but all I did was essentially make two rows, I guess.

Either way, I really enjoy how vast the coding here is. I'm gonna keep working on to expand on it.
I've been doing all kinds of stuff when it comes to prep. Really excited for this to start and start growing my character.
I was just working on that actually.

I finished coding the sheet in the character tab, if you guys wanna have a look
We'll probably wait until we have some of the characters accepted before starting. You can start writing your post, but maybe not post it until later.
@Dream Maker Your character Chisato is like a few steps from being accepted, just a couple of things though.

Two of your Jutsu’s are kind of vague, so it would be better if you would make it so Heat Wave and Hell Fire are one of the same, so basically put them together along with your custom C-rank and make it the B-rank, you can eliminate the restriction if you want though, unless that's something you want. In that case you can say fatigued, instead of useless. You can keep the 3 post limit and stuff. I don’t really get how far reaching the AoE is so if you could clarify that for me please, I’d appreciate it.

Make Crush break bones, but only if you have like a 50+ strength advantage. And the summoning tech into a C for the sake of being consistent with the canon.

You have two D ranks to work with now, which you could always google from the official list if your low on ideas. Lastly, can you explain a little bit about the Youkai? Like what type it is? I'm guessing it's a spirit manifestation, but it'll help if you clarify.

As for sharingan, yeah you can have it for later. If anything, come to us for help on the mechanics and stuff.
“PROPER 12, BUT THAT'S MR. 12 TO YOU”

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Name: Proper 12 | Nickname: Mr. Proper 12 | Age: 21 | Type of Voice/Voice Actor: Matthew David Rudd | Handedness: Right-Handed | Birth Sign: Aries | Theme: [x] | D7BE69

Likes: The bleak night sky, moments of silence, a playful deliverance of words, conversation, women, fishing, rest and relaxation, loyalty and sometimes ignorance, hot-bloodedness.

Dislikes: That one noise his fridge makes every time he opens it, uncreative lies, meekness in the tone of the voice, meekness for the sake of manipulation, being outdone, being unchallenged.

Economic Status/Behavior: Low-class // Not a single dime is spent wastefully, if I somehow have something left, it might be spent hedonisticaly.

Your First Goal Seeking Objective: Achieving notable recognition among his peers and gaining approval from his clan. Primarily by successfully completing missions above his skill level.




D-RANKS:

Orb (Manifest): The user is able to create roughly around 5 electrical orbs that float across his general area, he can also move them deliberately and place them within 50 feet of his own position.

Orb (Flash): The user can manipulate the orb to create a flashing effect that will leave the target blind. Once this ability is used, the orbs will vanish along with it.

Vampiric Magnetism: If the user has contact with an organic source, they can extract or deposit their pool of chakra as long as all 5 fingers are connected. The extraction quantity depends on where the hands are placed, however. The most prominent amount is gained/exchanged when 4 of the five fingers are pressed where the jugular vein is located.


C-RANKS:

Orb (Lance): The orbs will form into sharp lances that will hurl at incredible speed towards the opponent. However, instead of piercing the target, they will imbue their properties upon them. Causing a ‘short-circuit’ and making the user lose control of basic motor functions. Such as speech, mobility and even breathing. The effect will last for roughly 60 seconds (1 post).

Orb (Grenade): By condensing a greater amount of energy to the orbs, the user can make their physical structure into a sensitive mold that will explode on contact. The speed of travel is shortened by roughly 25%, however their power is enough to rival that of ordinary paper bombs. Can be chained together to create a bigger detonation.


B-RANKS:

Orb (Mystic Railgun): The user will utilize all 5 orbs in conjunction and reduce their size by 40% to allow them a faster travel speed, in such, he will make the orbs spin clockwise rapidly before him, until they become a secular source, shooting it towards the target at high velocity through electromagnetic force. Purely physical, able to pierce through tough terrain and armor. A sniper shot.




Total: 525

Strength: 60
Dexterity:80
Perception: 80
Chakra: 50
Chakra Control: 85
Charisma: 70
Proficiency: 100






Ferocity, strength and intensity are the flames that welds the iron in his appreciation for combat. Through such an encompassing presence, it's actually fairly easy to get along with this man. A stout believer of strength and iron will, he is the one who lives through the ideals of a man of gentle disposition yet similarly strong in body. Proper 12 has a very playful, yet sinister and carefree outlook on life, though he is very much devoted to his craft when it comes to battle and work, he consumes life as easily as he disposes of it. Things are passing and he’d enjoy the small things while simultaneously rid himself of the unnecessary troubles.. He could be recognized as responsible, although flimsily so. Brave, passionate and likable young man who is sensible and kind. Loyalty by any other means is regarded to its highest degree by this youth, lies and deceit, truth and honor are grey and tilted. Placed on a scale which weighs them effervescently to a rhythmic sway. He wishes to live a life full of wonders and one where he could live without a single amount of regret. If there's anything that this man appreciates more than combat is fishing, hunting, horse riding and women. A charismatic presence, although clumsy at times, he can be recognized as a genuine soul simply looking for something that can fill his life with joy.




For as long as I have memory, Amegakure has been home to many starving children. The war has prospered the economical wealth and quality of life of many villages across the world. Ame wasn’t granted that boon for many years. After the decline, the central powers began to dominate many of the markets and general trading across the world, leaving the smaller villages to fend for themselves only to sell to a single power and unable to expand their business across the world, with most of the profit heading towards the super power. Outsourcing products beyond their respective reach would be a violation of law, eventually, Ame was able to expand beyond their borders, in more ways than just the rhetorical. Human technological advancements were made, engineering prospects began to develop beyond what was thought to be impossible, and with natural sourcing and energy, Amegakure no Sato became the first mobile village, a fortress. Sky vagrants, they called us, with four ports across the world, one in Konoha, another in Suna, one in the remains of old Ame, and the final one in the border between the two nations.

The skies are a weird place to make your home, you’re closer to the stars than any other person, similarly surrounded in a world who’s beyond what was thought to be a dream. Yet hunger and poverty are a constant. Things change, yet others stay the same. Opportunities are gifted to those with the privilege to own them, some are not forced to extend their hands into a tough situation in hopes of a better tomorrow. Such an action requires heroism and strength, the one subject the privilege lacks enormously. Classism is prevalent wherever you walk, and my history is one that delves into the streets of poverty. Living in a land of progress, the physical manifestation of the future, and yet getting stuck in the unfortunate annals of a broken system if by far the definition of prejudice.

However my story might’ve gone, joining the academy for a better future… or perhaps it was simply chance, my abilities will propel me further into the unknown. Proper 12 is my moniker, the name handed to me due to my ability. It comes to me as natural as breathing, you might even say it is a form of breathing. I can polarize, control, manipulate, disperse and even absorb electrical matter like if it were nothing. Proper 12, you will only refer to me as such. A member of a various peculiar family, my ascension to greatness starts with a first, proper step.




P R O P E R 1 2 //
Visual Example


This technique specializes in utilizing the concentration of power through a complete axis. Flowing simultaneously throughout the body to release an energy that goes beyond that of an electrical surge and into the dimensions of proper control.

[1]“Electricity is the set of physical phenomena associated with the presence and motion of matter that has a property of electric charge. Electricity is related to magnetism, both being part of the phenomenon of electromagnetism, as described by Maxwell's equations. Various common phenomena are related to electricity, including lightning, static electricity, electric heating, electric discharges and many others."

The presence of an electric charge, which can be either positive or negative, produces an electric field. The movement of electric charges is an electric current and produces a magnetic field.”

With proper control, the user is able to critically impact the negative and positive fields of human electromagnetism and chakra to significantly magnify or narrow their natural polarity effortlessly. Creating phenomena like heating the palm of his hand, or suctioning away energy from a source.

Condensing set power is manufactured through the user’s ability to manipulate his own chakra, forming a levitating orb that crackles in an electrical surge of energy. The orb’s shape can be manipulated at will, and it hones on the user’s presence like maginitsm. Equally, it can latch on and follow any source that develops chakra and levitate on their surface. However, the orb can also be thrown and directed at the specific target and used as a proximity bomb. Set orbs are roughly the size of a baseball.


Proper Pugilist //
Fighting Stance


When confronted with an uncomfortable battle situation, his attack patterns will change and his philosophy to battle will alter. Opponents will be dealt with a reflex rather than power, reaction rather than speed. His posture will remain close to the target, and his figure and stance will adapt to close-quarters combat. Patience is the driving force for this ability. He will use effective counters and faints to lead the enemy’s body exposed for quick jabs in critical spots.

On activation, once the shift has undergone to a taijutsu battle, this stance regulates his chakra under the soles of his feet, similar to the concept used when using chakra to stand on liquid surfaces, except it’s extended outwards to a radius of 5 feet, the ground will radiate and electrical current that anyone in it will prompt an immediate response to the users brain, allowing the to react appropriately as long as the enemy is within his radius. The user cannot be flanked or taken by surprise during this state.

This is a stance exclusively used for close-combat.Both feet need to be firmly planted on the ground. Once this is activated, the user temporarily loses the ability to use his jutsu and they’re in a reaction only stance, meaning that he can only exclusively counter. He needs to wait a rest period of 60 seconds (1 post ) after deactivation before utilizing them again.

He will read the enemy’s foot work, strength and posture through what he calls “The Deadzone” the proficiency for this move will be determined by the divided result of DEXTERITY and PERCEPTION together.


I ain't about that slow life. I was born ready.




Images began to float across his vision, a scenario he's never seen before, people he's never met. The events that occurred before him were like a premonition of the past or a retelling of the present. Between blurs and fading voices, the man known as Liverwire could never tell what was truly happening. But it dissolved itself into a recollection, a memory. Etched itself into the corners of his psyche and told its story anew. A lush world erupting in fauna the red planet had never seen before, a mystical touch by men who approached its garden. Something ate away at their sentries, the men trespassed to a hidden substance that radiated evil. What had they done? Pandora's box had shifted its course to the new world, and something ominous poisoned its air. He began to cough, darkness embraced the visage and engulfed his senses into silence. Like horrid existence reality had become hollow. For a moment, Rohan felt peace... With nothing gnawing at his conscious, nothing pulling at his heels. The weight of everyday life seemed to lift even if momentarily. But through such momentary blithe, the time approached where he had to awaken one more, so the darkness faded, and once again he was brought back to reality.

~**~

A few screens began to pop-up, statistics were finally in normal parameters and damage was kept to a minimal. The suit began to speak it's assessments, Livewire began to regain his consciousness, attempting to remember what had happened. The screams of men and women adorned the stage of flame and destruction before him. His hand felt numb and there was a faint glow at the epicenter of his chest. His hands rose itself towards his sights, opening and closing-- his fingers responding even though heaviness wrought across his bones, following to touching his chest where the glow effervescently beckoned to his call, palpitating before reducing itself into nothing. "What just happened?" Where the only thoughts that circled his head followed by the recollection of some strange dream. A bomb went out sometime when he had finished his hit, looking before him he was inside a building, broken, torn to shred, debris everywhere and small fire spread across the vicinity. "Was I found?" Doubt simmered itself into consciousness, the sound of gunfire began to ring in his ears. His head was still not prepared to handle the noises, but he knew he had the responsibility to endure it. He was pushed back and thrown inside the building by an explosion nearby, the automatic repair began their work since he was knocked out, approximately 20 minutes has passed since then.

But the most peculiar detail was that the suit primary functions were deactivated, a glaring red light was illuminated at the side of his helmet’s visor reading ‘adapting to molecular anomaly’ “Anomaly?” The suit wasn’t responding to his commands, and his body felt heavier and heavier the more he attempted to move his limbs, he sat at a junction between the hallway and a store room. His back lodged into the wall behind him, supported only by the weight of a few support beams that sustained the impact of the explosion. Finally, he began to move, standing even. Dusting away and debris that might’ve made it into his clothing, he scouted around for an exit. No good, between fire and collapsed stone, he seemed to have been trapped quite literally between a rock and a hard place. The collapse continued, stone falling before his very eyes, pushing him further into a corner. Damn it… To be in a predicament like this... The windows are also shut, no ways up the stairs. “How long until this thing caves in on me?” The suit reacted to his voice, it began to calculate silently, designating a small timer. Roughly 5 minutes, he needed to move and quick, he didn’t have any explosives, but detonating anything would compromise whatever stability there was here. He moved through the cracks, avoiding any cramped spaces, pacing himself steadily. Each step calculated, with purpose. One wrong move and he would be squashed among all this. He needed to maneuver himself through a room, two dead bodies lying on the floor…

This was nothing new to see, but without the inhibitors witnessing death felt terrible, the impact of human life was larger on his mind. At this moment, he was Rohan and not the ruthless Merc Livewire, he continued forward, the structure trembling at his feet. Chaining his sense together to see and feel everything until his suit finished ‘adapting.’ He paced himself through another exit, where the structure hadn’t been compromised as much, some of the walls had cracks and glass dressed the floors. A noise reached his ears, a cry? Rohan turned to its beckoning call, a child? No, wait… His feet drove him to the voice, it echoes on his head. A few rooms back, a collapsed door debris pouring out, a small gap and Rohan could see a young girl crying, an adult crushed beneath the weight of the rubble. She was stuck!

“Hey-- HEY! Can you hear me?”

The girl immediately rose her head, searching for the direction that voice came from, afraid, tears rolling down her eyes, the blood of her mother’s corpse in the tip of her fingers. “Right here, right here. Stay put, okay? I’ll try to take you out.” Three minutes and twenty-eight seconds… There wasn’t much time, he pulled his weapon out. A sword he carried on his back, lodging it between two stones as to lift it and then pull it out. Pushing with all his might, slowly making a path for the kid to exit from. “Damn it! Why don’t you work!? Hurry up, access level 1 protocols!” The suit didn’t respond to his command, the blaring light haunting him about its process, while simultaneously counting down the time until the building’s collapse. The blade snapped, the hilt was all that was left but he managed to make a small gap, enough for her to leave.

“Alright, come on, kid! Come over here!” The young girl looked at him, winced at the visage of the bloody hunter, helmet like a cyclops gauging her every step, her eyes drifted to her mother. Dead… her life twisted upside down, her tears began to fall again, her voice hoarse and afraid. “Wait… No,no, no! Don't be afraid! Come on, I’m here to help. If you don’t hurry, you’ll be in much more danger! Please, you have to listen to me! The building is gonna--” The time limit had reached 30 seconds, the earth beneath his heels was shaking, he could see the dust clouds and dirt fall over his shoulder, his eyes widened behind the helmet, noticing time almost slow as disaster would befall the two. The suit finally switched to its neon green, all the system back to full functions… As the building collapsed between the two, debris fell on their bodies, crushing their bones and burying them along the other who met their unfortunate end here. The world was chaos Rohan had been a part that added fuel to that fire. There was never a time he hesitated to let a man die, but why now? Why was now any different? Was this just a means to atone? Or perhaps… Was this his own ego? His own sense of invincibility reproducing itself in a time of crisis? But why? This moment was fleeting, many had died at his mercy, yet he couldn’t sustain himself long enough to value his own worth. Something grew within him at those moments, the world seemed lighter, the voices seemed to hush themselves for a moment. The gunfire inaudible, but he felt himself move.

L E V E L 1: E N G A G E D


Beneath his heel, the world seemed steady, easy to maneuver in, easy to mold. Like cradling a child in your hand, you held it at your mercy. Before him, a girl looking up, eyes widened as she witnessed a body sustain the earth before her in the air, his trembling arms attempting to sustain all that calamity, like Atlas, she witnessed a monster do everything in his power to keep her alive.

“Grit your teeth, kid. This one's gonna be loud.” His hands threw themselves to the side, and the earth obeyed his command, the debris expanded and moved, tore through the seams and opened a path to the outside. The smoke arose, and Livewire was back online. “Go to safety.” She hesitated, but perhaps something spoke to her about everything, the shock of the moment left in awe, but she knew. She stood and ran away, with Livewire witnessing her get further and further into the distance. Staring has his hands and body, as he questioned what had happened, questioned why he was able to control the earth and debris around him. But such a thought was completely shut after he witnessed everything that was happening outside, the chaos that ensued.

Gunfire, battle, death and carnage a man on fire… What the hell was even going on?

That's one nifty looking CS
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