Xiro Zean

Pariah Online | Season One

O C H R E (Maxwell)

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M A X W E L L /// O C H R E

“Not everything needs to happen all at once. Some things just need a little time.”

O V E R V I E W

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Maxwell Castillo

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Ochre

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22

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Male

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Ochre can be identified as a lean, Caucasian male, who stands at a relatively average height of 166cm, displaying intriguing jade eyes and raven-black hair. While usually seen in light, leather cloth that boasts a bronze pauldron on the left shoulder, it would not be surprising to see him wrapped within a cloak, equiped with chainmail under scale armor, or donning full platemail while out in the field. His entire figure, despite his current state of movement, seems to be in perpetually sedated position, as if the state of affairs in the immediate world around him are merely just another second in time.

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Ochre is slow.

That is not an insult to his intelligence, despite the popular belief that he is mentally impaired as well. No, the description is used to describe him as a person. Everything he does, despite its true speed, seems downplayed in comparison to the actions of others. If a line of people moved at an equal pace, with the same tempo and in a perfectly straight line, the drill sergeant composing the practice would shout at him to pick up his pace. It is an almost instinctual reaction to his presence, to the lethargic air that seems to encompass his sphere of influence. Even in combat, as he moves throughout the field, setting traps on the fly and slicing at foes as quickly as any fighter, his allies have frequently noted that the man works less than the rest of them. It befuddles everyone around him, even those who are knowledgeable of his passionate side, of the man who would go far and beyond the call of duty to get a job done. If it wasn't for his similarly fervent attachment to the bonds between others, a close friend would think him more suited for Draethir than Sikth

This unhurried nature spreads to his mannerisms as well, having no sense of the word "Quickness" in his consistency of arriving late to every sort of function or meeting. Any person who knows of him understand to give him the time of a meeting up to thirty minutes earlier than the designated, as to make sure he shows up on time. Something to note about him is his patience, and while it may strengthen the idea of his unnatural sluggishness, it is probably one of the main reasons for his success in Pariah. Minutes, Hours, and once, even Days, he is capable of waiting out the perfect circumstance, springing a trap when the most optimal situation may appear. During special occasions, however, one would be amazed at the speed of his momentum, taking him from point A to point B in record time for the sake of his companions. But, as fitting of a Sikth, this sort of behavior is seen rarely, to the point where his closest friends may comment that "a blue moon is more common than seeing Ochre move quickly". There is a reason for his lifestyle, however, being the fact that he hates to waste energy in any way, shape, or form. If something is capable of being conveyed or accomplished with the least amount of effort possible, he will always try to use that method instead of any other.

Any who are capable of seeing past such idiosyncrasies would find a young man capable of extraordinary compassion, taking to heart any sort of problems a person may have and seeking to make it right, even complete strangers. Anger is not a word in his vocabulary, accompanying "Haste" in the mental garbage bin, though irritation is very likely to be present within a situation that isn't solved within the first few tries. Most of the time, however, he is usually laid back in his way of speaking, not usually taking offense to many things. Any mistakes or issues with his own person are corrected almost immediately, though retaining his amendments may take a few weeks. The only exception to this is his own skills, and a one track mind is set on developing the strongest set of armor in Pariah. While he is still far from reaching that goal, he gains another step closer everyday.

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Honestly, there's not much to say about his life. He lives in a modest apartment, graduated with a college degree in the past year, and even more recently found an internship as a business associate. His only sibling, his sister, is going through her freshman year in a university, sending him postcards from her little corner of the world. His parents, happy for his accomplishments, drive to see him every month to catch up, enjoy each others company, and generally live life in a joyous manner.

However, a few months ago, his sibling sent him a package instead of an envelope. Curious, he opened the container to find a copy of the latest hit "game", Pariah, and the regular postcard he usually received. Apparently, his parents and his sister had pooled money together in order to give him a congratulatory gift for his currently progressing life. Having forgotten to buy one for him on the day itself, it was agreed to procure a present more opulent than they otherwise would have. Touched by the gesture, he started up the program only minutes after receiving it.

He remembered to thank them for the gift a week later with a surprise visit to his sibling, and a big hug to his parents when they came for their routine visit to his home.

A T T R I B U T E S

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Support/ Tank

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Sikth

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Earth

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Spell Trapping

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Armor Merchant

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Griffzungenschwert, though the use of a Hammer cannot be unfounded

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A peculiarity within the secretive Sikth, the name "Ochre" would have most people outside of the pathos scratching their heads. Who is that? Isn't that the name of a color? Inside, however, many know of the Blacksmith like one would a childhood friend. A numerous amount of those who know his name have some sort of equipment on their person created by the man, each of them vouching for his efficiency and the longevity of his works. A helmet here, an arm guard there, some have entire sets of armor that they could certify were molded by his hands. Although, many who browse his wares wonder how he procures materials for the durable pieces he makes, and are usually surprised by the answer.

He obtains them, himself.

Supporting large raiding parties, accompanying travelers, and sometimes on his own, each and every one of his creations were made with his tireless labor, both with the anvil and with the sword. Many may call him a fanatic, others a man to stick along side. Those who truly know him, and understand his rather unsightly habits... Don't want to deal with his perpetual down tempo.

Pariah Online | Season One

Guess who's back? and totally not delayed in the post order at all because this is the first run hahahaha kill me

Xiro's Children

Saisei's resident doggo

Inuzuka Kimura

“Don't worry, you'll be perfectly fine! Just don't move a single inch or breathe and the traps won't activate. Safe as houses!”

Vitals

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Full Name
Kimura Inuzuka

Alias
Seeing-Eye Dog

Gender
Female

Age
11

Rank
Genin

Nature
Earth

Parents
Obu Inuzuka
Mimi Inuzuka (Deceased)

Characterization

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Appearance
With wild, teal blue eyes and a face perfect for cheek-pinching, Inuzuka Kimura is a 4’5” young would-be-genin with a head of short, unkempt black hair. Two red triangles similar to the fangs of a dog are painted onto her cheeks, one for each side. Her attire consists of kimono with varying colors, ranging from a meek white with royal purple outlines, to a vibrant orange with pink dogs running across its surface. Usually, the grey puppy known as Guremaru is seen seated on her head, who himself is a lightweight animal of 1’7” in length.

Personality
Kimura is a strange child, even for an Inuzuka. Skittish, jumpy, paranoid. The girl can be easily described by those three words. Her eyes and ears twitch at every sound, every movement, every change in a situation she notices, as if waiting for something unexpected to happen with the change of the wind. Unknown to most, this is most likely caused by the overload of information she gains everyday from each of her senses, which only fuels her paranoia even further when she senses something out of the ordinary. She always seems to believe that someone is out to get her, hands never straying too far from her kunai holster and always standing where she can use something as cover or close to an escape route. She even comments on her own thoughts, speaking of spies and conspiracies at every corner to whoever is willing to listen.

Kimura seems to be prepared for literally any encounter, or rather prepares for things that should be out of one’s control, hiding multiple kinds of objects that don’t seem to have much use except within very situational matters, as well as subtly placing traps within the general area she is within if she feels that her attention could be separated from her usual monitoring. She even might be a bit too prepared, when at points in time where she should have never known something would have happened, and yet seemed to have the exact answer in the form of an object hidden in her kimono. She can’t hold everything at once, however, which is a point she sorely brings up whenever she doesn’t have an answer to a problem.

Despite this, the girl is incredibly loyal, as many Inuzuka are. She would willingly stand in the face of danger for a friend, an accomplice, sometimes even complete strangers she’d only met once in her life, in order to protect them from an event beyond their control. This protectiveness of hers can at times be seen as overbearing, to the point that more than a few have wondered if she had intimate feelings for them, or if she was a crazed lunatic. Mostly the latter. And even though she speaks of backstabbing and hidden enemies as if they were a certainty, Kimura doesn’t seem to have much of a jaded viewpoint of others as one would be led to believe, her true motto being one of trusting the goodness in someone’s heart despite the dangers that could come from a lack of it.

The Inuzuka affinity for animalistic traits seem to have taken a strong hold within Kumura's mannerisms, such as a habit to scratch herself with her feet, relying on smell instead of her eyes to identify others, and even chasing after objects when thrown in her general direction. This likeness bleeds into paranoia-fueled protectiveness when she tries to bury those she cares for under layers upon layers of traps, like a dog would bury its favorite bone in the ground. Currently, her mannerisms are kept largely in check by the advice of her trusty partner, Guremaru, but who knows how far the instinctive nature of her affinity truly goes.

Personal History

Relations

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Shunpei Hatake

Deep Maroon. What a fun person to be around! He doesn't seem to have any super secrets or be very special, but he's one of the first people to actually believe me and my theories! He's always the first person I visit at night, and I make sure his traps are extra-sharp!

Ren Haruno

Warm, sunny yellow. He's a bit cold, but his color is totally different. Is he trying to hide something super secret that could possibly get him in trouble? Hmm... Maybe not, but I'll keep tabs just in case.

Aoi Haruno

Rosewood pink. She's super nice to everybody, even me, when she isn't hiding behind her scary facade! Although, she likes to hang out with her brother lot, to an uncomfortable degree. She must really want to keep his secret safe so that no foreign ninja take him away to find it out. I'll cheer you on, Aoi!

Kiyoshi Uzumaki

Wheat brown. So mysterious... He doesn't seem to have many friends, and never seems to try to make any. Is he secretly a foreign nin trying to keep himself from getting attached to Konoha? If that's the case, then I should totally make him fail at that!

Tsume Yakushi

Solid gold. She's so... bright. Just being around her is like staring at the sun, but even worse because I can't help but watch her go. If she's trying to wiggle her way into Konoha's heart as a spy, then she's certainly doing her job well. But... I can't think of such a bubbly girl doing that.

Quotes

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"Gūremaru! Status report! Any changes to the kitchen sink? Check the tap and water too! You never know what Papa's got hidden in this place."
_{- To Gūremaru, during a normal day of dishwashing.}

"Shhh! Keep it down. Oto nin could have picked up our conversation!"
_{- To anyone, mid conversation. She, of course, isn't lowering her volume at all.}

"Prepare, prepare, prepare! With enough preparation, anything is possible!"
_{- Her thoughts on mission-taking.}

Talents

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Inuzuka Ninken

From a young age, the members of the Inuzuka Clan are paired with a canine partner, allowing the two to bond and become practically inseparable. Through this bond, they are able to pull off powerful Cooperation Techniques, as well as work with a high level of teamwork within any given task. Clan members are able to communicate with their ninken partners, able to understand their inhuman speech and translate it for others. Kimura's own ninken is a large, grey puppy named Gūremaru, who acts as both a partner to fight alongside as well as a partner through life. In combat, he takes on a supportive role, distracting the target from Kimura's own actions as well as taking ones of his own accord, using chakra enhanced jaws and teeth to rip through flesh as easily as a knife through butter.

Intermediate Trapping Skill

After multiple, incessant attempts by her father to catch her when she was least expecting it, both through sneak attacks and trapped areas of the house, Kimura had eventually wisened up and began learning how to use, and more importantly dismantle, traps of all shapes and kinds. While she isn’t quite capable of creating a trap while distracted by a pressing matter, she is quite capable of setting them up quickly and effectively when left alone. Should she be allowed to, a regulation-sized training field could be riddled with a few dozen traps that are relatively hidden within half an hour.

Chromesthesia

Kimura was born with the ability to see sounds as color. The sound of the blowing wind as a sea green, the clash of metal on metal as a grey with blue streaks, the hint of happiness within a person’s laugh a peachy pink, and so on. While this can be seen as more of a quirk to her person than an actual talent, she is capable of using it as a supplement to her already enhanced hearing, the color of a sound is sometimes easier to notice than the sound itself. This can also be a bane to her as well, however, as overloading her sense of hearing is capable of additionally blinding her with the hue of the noise.

Naturally Enhanced Senses

Much like their ninken partners, the members of the Inuzuka Clan are blessed with greater senses than a normal human, especially their sense of smell. If chakra is channeled to their noses, the capability is increased exponentially, able to track, detect, and even monitor scented targets across incredibly long distances. When combined with her twitchy nature and her quirk of Chromesthesia, Kimura can cover multiple avenues of keeping track of a target, as well as being relatively difficult to surprise.

Jutsu

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S Rank
N / A

A Rank
N / A

B Rank
N / A

C Rank
N / A

D Rank
Manipulated Shuriken Technique
Manipulated Shuriken Wire Binding
Imitation Beast Ninja Art: Four Legs Technique
Beast Human Clone
Passing Fang (Gūremaru Only)

E Rank
Academy Techniques

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Back from a long ass trip to Japan. Shoutouts to @Stern Algorithm for not yelling at me for being a dunce. Also still here :D

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@Stern Algorithm

Don't worry, I forgot to mention you as well

Sorry for the wait. Been busy with life stuff, but thats not really an excuse DX I'll try to be a "little" more prompt with posts.

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Maxwell // Ochre
_{LOCALE // The City of Thorinn, Outskirts
TIME // Afternoon}

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Ochre breathed sigh as the cool afternoon breeze wafted over his form, body entirely lax under the sun's rays. The stallion that pulled his cart was no better, laying on the grasses under his hooves while it indulged in the stream's water. Neither horse nor master seemed to be moving anytime soon, despite the mental assertion Ochre made multiple times to himself that he would reach the town before sundown. He didn't really see the rush when he could enjoy the wonderful weather of the world instead.

The armorsmith didn't really understand how it all worked, really. The synapses firing in his sense, relaying to his brain the subtle motions of the air as he lay baking on the wooden stage of his cart. He could feel the grains of wood under his legs, the leather on his back, the soothing warmth that washed over his body with each cloud that passed him by. Even as his mind knew that the world was merely virtual, the body perceived no difference from fantasy and reality. And, in all honesty, he was more inclined to listen to his instincts that his brain. Less troublesome that way, unlike trying to discern the cracks in the virtual world.

In his introspective mood, it took Ochre a good few seconds to realize that he was being addressed, his topaz gaze opening to the blue sky above as he discerned the voice that had called upon him. "Altissima. Yo," the armormsmith replied back with a dull tone, merely tilting his head back from its place on the cart's armrest to view the enchanter upsidedown. "Here for the dungeon? Good seeing you."

Despite his usually lazy nature, he couldn't help but say the enchanter's name in full, rather than taking up the moniker of "Tessa". There was something just... off, when it came to addressing the chain-wielder by such a short name. Like placing a puzzle together, forgetting the outer edges of the piece merely for a quicker assembly. While that may be the case, not needing those edges for anything in particular, Ochre hated only two things more than overworking himself. Harm to his family, and not finishing something he started.

Granted, Altissima's name wasn't something he started, himself, but speaking the name in full was its own sort of completion.

At the sound of his master's voice, the stallion finally began to rise to its hooves, shaking under its own weight as the large, stocky horse rose to all fours. With a regretful sigh, knowing that his reply to the enchanter had broken the peace that had fallen over steed and master, Ochre pulled himself upright with a pained groan, sitting up in his cart seat with a lethargic glance towards the metal harness for his horse. "Don't matter. Gonna lend a hand with this? Heading to town for raiding party."

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@Stern Algorithm
So, the main party has finally reached the dungeon. Which means Ochre can finally reach the town in his usual, unfashionably late manner. Would Tessa have joined the main party, or stayed back at the town? Depending, I may have Ochre ask for her to point him in the general direction for their exit. The shouting and explosions would lead him from there

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Yeah, I guess I didn't elaborate too much on this after I changed it so that she won't get her mecha armor until later. How about this: enough of Tessa's clients have come to get their Ochre-made armor enchanted, and the craftsmanship has caught her eye. So she at least respects his skill and is seriously considering commissioning him to craft her 'final-build', 'end-game' armor. Maybe she's even sought him out just to make that initial business contact (and to ask that he refer more of his clients to her for enchantments).

@Stern Algorithm

That works. I'd like to think that Ochre would have a business relationship with her on some level, since enchantments go to levels that forging cannot compare unless the forger in question is at a supreme caliber, and he wouldn't mind spending a good amount of currency to update his wares and personal equipment. Maybe they would have a give-and-take of sorts, with Tessa gaining more customers through the armorsmith's own clientele, and Ochre having some of his wares gaining a higher value and quality through Tessa's enchantments, which would cause his clients to seek out the enchanter, and so on the cycle goes.

That is, if you'd like for the business relationship to be further along than just knowing of each other through the grape vine.

On a personal standpoint though, pretty sure they wouldn't have anything of substance, since Tessa seems to avoid creating bonds, and Ochre lacks the drive and presistence that would cause him to seek one out with someone who obviously doesn't want his friendship.

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@Stern Algorithm

Yo! Wasn't actually sure if you were still apart of this RP or not XD

Just to be sure, Tessa and Ochre are only in contact because of the possibility of creating a unique armor type for her in the future? I don't exactly remember how we went about it ^.^`

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Maxwell // Ochre
_{LOCALE // The Main Road Towards The City of Thorinn
TIME // Morning}

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A large, wooden cart wheeled along the worn, dirt path, its stone wheels inlaid with iron rims turning steadily and firmly across the earth. The vehicle itself seemed less like a mode of transportation than a portable store, the entire right face of the main body carved open to the winds, revealing the multitude of treasures within. Each and every corner of the interior was packed with bauble of many shapes and sizes. Armors made of scale, metal trinkets that may amuse a small child, there were many varieties of novelty that lay dormant within the small wagon. There was even leather padding for the use of the fairer sex. Only a single area was left untouched, in the middle of the scattered clutter that held three small, wooden stools that were bolted to the flooring. The overarching wooden roof bore two curved bars of metal that held aloft a large, worn sign that read: "Armors, Cloths, and Other Useful Trinkets" in faded, blue paint above the opening in the cart. The front of the transport jutted from the main centerpiece, curved inward to accommodate a driver and a passenger. Two thin, wooden supports prodded farther from the vehicle, latched to a metal frame that contained a large, sturdy stallion, with a mane of hazel and flank of chestnut, who trotted along with barely any effort, unhurried and merely enjoying the sunlight.

In the driver's chair, the young figure of the Sikth armor merchant lay idle in his post, slouched along the entire front porch as a contented sigh relieved itself from his lungs. The man's eyes sluggishly observed as the scenery leisurely rolled by, moving along as slowly as he cared to go. Ochre had learned recently of the sudden appearing dungeon through the Sikth grapevine, specifically through a few people who owe him favors. When someone isn't capable of paying for a product, usually a high-quality piece of armor, he requests favors equal to the equipment's price. Information on high monster movement is one of the smaller favors, but beneficial in the long run. The info had reached him a few days ago, almost within the same hour of it appearing. It gave him a large advantage in heading towards the location, but the lead was quickly lost as others used faster transportation methods than he via teleportation and portals.

Lazily, almost sluggishly, a leather-gloved hand rose to cover the sun's glare from his jade orbs, laying over his head without much care as it slowly slid off of his brow. When it fell, he didn't bother to raise it again.

Well, not that he cared to reach his destination so early, anyway. Arriving before the raiding party did would sweep him up into working for his materials, and while he is fine with doing so, the scale of his efforts would be at least tripled if he was sent to the front lines. He worked better as a mid to back liner during a large raid, setting traps for when the main unit needed to regroup and the bulk of the enemy advanced to capitalize on the disarray. There weren't many who took the same path as he did when it came to spellcasting, even less that took a "trapper" role. Plus, it was easier to skin his targets when they weren't in the thick of the combat. Hopefully he wouldn't have to expend too much energy with this endeavor, else the few days trip might've been more trouble than it was worth.

"Bramby, let's rest for a bit," Ochre unhurriedly called out to the stallion as they passed by a neighboring stream, the hazel-haired equine acquiescing to the request almost as slothfully as its master. With a piteous sigh of exertion, the armorsmith hauled himself to his feet, landing on the dirt with a thud before moving to unlatch the horse from its fetters with a lethargic air. Giving the equine version of thanks via leisurely neigh, the stallion trotted down to the stream, resting on its belly as it began to drink

There was no rush in reaching the City. It would be there in a few hours like it was at this very moment. And, should fate prove him wrong with it's fall within a few hours, he would still have his chance of gathering materials. Would be nice to help out the townspeople instead of picking from a wasteland, but you got what you got.