The islands in Ocean Country have been celebrating the arrival of the next Umikage, Saizo. The long bridge leading to SHIPPUUGAKURE NO SATO has been closed for outsiders because they wish to celebrate this moment with Ocean Country natives only.
As usual, the Storm Country has been hosting the Asgard Games to welcome their Kanetsukage, Cornelia. It's a double special occasion because Cornelia is also the first female Kanetsukage. She has been picked for her courage, loyalty and outstanding power by the BOUFUUGAKURE NO SATO elders.
Not only that, but the Cherry Blossom Country has become relieved as well. It seems that everyone is slowly picking up after the war now. KUSAMURAGAKURE NO SATO proudly presented their new Sakurakage, Altair.
TSUKIGAKURE NO SATO is still thriving on the merchants coming in and out. They have not experienced anything special lately. Their wealth has remained the same as they were not forced to invest into shinobi unlike the others.
On the cold isles of the Blizzard Country, HYOUGAGAKURE NO SATO has still refused to create a free traveling policy. Some habits never change. To protect their traditions, they have even warned outsiders to not interfere with their matters.
Now that everyone is picking up again, who will come out on top?
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Mirage Tell me something about yourself. Ninja Application
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First Name: Hitori Last Name: Riezin Alias: N/A Gender: Male Age: Unknown... Assumed to be 18 Birthday: Unknown... Dubbed to be June 7th Sexuality: Straight Relationships: N/A Affiliation: Hyougakura Rank: Chunnin Element: Fire, Lightning, Earth Specialization: Taijutsu, Ninjutsu, Genjutsu
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Personality: Hitori is a hateful, spiteful person with sensitivity about his body. He despises almost everyone. He also hates it when people take pity n him because of his blindness. He is extremely violent and does not hesitate to kill. He also lacks social skills, after being alone for long. He long ago forgot compassion, but he does has some form of humanity left, able to feel sympathy towards people in situations like he has. There are some people who have opened up Hitori, who he can tolerate to spend time with. Overall he also enjoys fighting, and surprisingly he feels no love towards teh man who raised him, his step-father.
He has an extreme hate for Boufuugakura. His life goal is to eventually destroy the village elders and kage. He bears no initial ill will against the civilians so only they shall be spared by the onslaught, for the most part. He also has a special hate in his heart for his current village, who hated him and shunned him at every chance they could. He also has a liking of animals, and dislikes the use of swords and various other weapons, considering them to be un-honorable. With what little honor, he himself has.
Fears: Dying before he can take his revenge on the village tht did nothing to protect his now deceased clan.
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History: Hitori was born eighteen years just outside of Boufuugakura. That was the home village of his clan, which was fruitful and powerful underneath the rule of that village. Although the clan was powerful, known especially for there extreme strength, they were a peaceful clan. So they never saw the attack coming. When it hit, it hit hard and before they could get up, the entire clan was razed to the ground.
The village had ordered an attack on the clan, fearing their power, that they would attempt a Coup. This was not true, but teh kage and elders were paranoid and ordered the attack without proof. It was done in one night. The entire clan was burned to the ground, two months after Hitori was burned to the ground. The only survivor was Hitori himself, but he did not get out scot free.
Was was kept alive by his mothers burning dead body, keeping most of the powerful flames from harming him. He was still nearly burned alive though, his entire body burned beyond recognition, his eye's melted in their sockets. He spent a unknown amount of time, alone, crying in pain in the ashes of his deceased clan. Until he was found by a man who lived at Hyougakura, then man taking pity and bringing the boy home with him to raise him as his own.
Hitori spent his first eight years home schooled and nursed. He never went outside, because the children always made fun of him and called him a monster, or ran away from him in fear. His hate grew, as did his special ability, to see with chakra instead of his eye's. Allowing him to see in a 360 degree view using his chakra. As this grew more powerful so did his hate of Boufuu and everyone else.
Then he joined the ninja academy, he was a intellect, and his taijutsu skills were amazing. He made no friends in the academy and was even avoided by the teachers.
When he was a younger child, he only wore the bandages. Though when he went to the academy he changed it up to wearing a hoodie that always covered his face and various pants. Then after a while, soon before his graduation he ditched those and started wearing long hooded cloaks. Eventually, after graduation, he always wore a blood red hooded cloak with extra long sleeves.
Still, he passed within two years at the age of ten. Then he spent the next eight years acting alone, not in a ninja squad. They tried to put him in a squad, but they were to afraid to stay with him. Plus, he worked better alone. For a while he never attempted the Chunnin Exams, but after a few years he did try for it, but was disqualified because he actually killed his opponent. Though he was taken pity on after it turned out the man was trying to assassinate the head of the village.
Next year he passed though. Only nearly killing his opponents this time, he made sure to stay back. His first fight was just him showing off his strength, taking out his opponent in a single punch. The second fight he used strategy and held back, to show that he did have the skills to be chunnin, and not just a lucky punch. It was difficult for the proctors to accept him though, as they could not see his face and needed to keep and eye on him. So he removed some of the bandages and showed the entire arena his face, most threw up, children cried. They politely asked him to cover it up.
Hitori was a good ninja, with a very high success rate of his missions. He seemed to be loyal to his village and it's cause. These were not his plans, his true plans are unknown, as he plans to destroy the most hated village and leave his own. Then... wander, he has no thoughts of what happens afterwards. His mind is only on that one goal. Destroy Boufuugakura.
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James raised his head, sweat running down his nose and hanging precariously form the tip. His hair stuck to his forehead from mass amounts of sweat. His eye’s were half closed, but flaring with a passion that someone in his position should not have. Noise was blocked out, all he heard was a dull echo of someone yelling from behind him. He did not know how long he had been there, had it been an hour, two? A day?
His thoughts were lost as he jolted forward onto his knee’s, noise returned. His bloody flayed chest rose and dropped with calm breaths. A whip cracked and tore across his back, tearing it four new openings which blood poured freely through. The voice called at him, asking him why he was there. He wanted to turn around but all he could do was stand. The shackles around his wrists were attached to chains just long enough that he could fall to his knee’s, but they were raised when he did so. So he stood and with a steady and proud voice he spoke to the woman behind him. Was it a woman... yes.
“ I already told you. I came here to kill yo-agh. “
The whip cracked again, this time against his naked leg, he faltered but stayed standing. His naked body shivered slightly. The woman left, he felt a draft. Opening his eye’s he surveyed himself. Naked and covered in wounds, blood and sweat mixed itself all over him. He felt his face, it was untouched. He went to touch his part but could not reach. Sighing he pulled his arms up and them down violently. The chains ripped out of the wall, large hunks of rock attatched to the ends, clattering against the floor. James touched, himself. He sighed in relief, it was fine.
Looking around the room was plain, but the walls and floor were stained with blood and chunks of skin, muscle and flesh were lying around. Probably his. Moving his attention to the shackles around his wrists he moved them about, seeing the skin was just torn off he found that to be not too bad. He ran his hand through his hair and shook his head, his sweat making a little rain that landed on his wounds, but he felt nothing. The door opened again.
James watched in his nakedness as a woman dressed as inquisitor walked through the door. She did not seem to notice his difference from last time until she took a couple steps. A gasp barely escaped her lips as the two rocks on the end of the chains smashed together from each side of her head, crushing it like a popped pimple, her brain matter splattering the roof as her body fell to the ground. James was free, and he was going to enjoy himself a bit.
He walked out of the prison chamber with his make shit weapons dragging behind him from his wrists. Casually walking around as he used their momentum from swinging to keep most at bay and kill and break them if they get to close. If they do get past it though, he just physically tore them apart with his bare hands. With a final grunt both rocks smashed into the chest of a soldier infront of him, sending him into the door that lead to the outside of the dungeon. The man coughed and whimpered, “ You were not this strong before. . . How come . . . “ The man died. James smiled.
“ I started trying. “
He lifted his foot off of the ground, the sole covered in blood that soaked the hallway. James now covered in blood that belonged to more than him. His foot violently hit the man in the chest as the dead body splurged against the door until they both burst open. James stepping through the intestines that were sprayed across into the castle that laid above him.
James looked to the left and right and spotted something he found to be a miracle. A women clad in purple armor, the captain of the guard in this castle stood to the left of him with two men. Each charged at him with spears ready to strike, he stood, his muscles tightened as he spun his chains as fast as he could. Just as they reached the range of the chains he let go and they flung towards the soldiers. Slamming them in the chest and bashing straight through their heavy armor, impaling through them, spraying blood on their so-called captain.
With a smirk he pulled the bodies towards himself and walked towards them. When they connected he stood on top and pulled the rocks out, now dripping with the scarlet liqued. The captain squealed slightly and vomit rushed up her throat of the man with the malice aura and the bloody naked body. He looked like a devil out of the bible. She found him revolting and tried to run, but a rock collided with her right leg, snapping it. Directly after one hit her left and smashed it right off.
With a menacing laugh he stood over her, reaching down and tearing off her armor. Her body was beautifully curved without all that bulky metal on her. He wanted to know what she looked like without it. He spun her over and ignored her screaming and crying, her face covered in vomit. Tearing off her shirt he revealed her chest. Tearing off the pieces of cloth that hid her pussy and ass, his laugh rose in volume. His dick swelled, he pinned down her arms and began to suck on her breast. He smirked and shoved himself inside her, going back and forth and back and forth. Her screams were mixed with reluctant moans of pleasure. Which ended with his grunt of climax and pulling out, coating her in his fluids. She began to cry once more. He spun her over and pressed his piece up against her Ass hole. He began to protest, screaming that it would not fit, but he took no heed. He pressed hard inside her until he was completely in, then pulled out, then went back in again. Gaining speed with each thrust. He began to burn with pleasure after w while, he could feel himself ready to burst, but he did not stop. He let the full release come inside of her filling her to the brim until it overflowed. Then pulling out, over looking her used self, probably took her innocence there also. He cared not.
He got up and began to walk away. As he did, he grabbed a chain and swung it backwards, smashing her head with it. Her ravaged body covered in sweat, blood, vomit and semen. James was on a roll this evening, but he was berserk. His pupils were dilated so much his irises were impossible to make out. He made his way to the room of the baroness.
James mind went into machine mode for a second. 127 soldiers were stationed at this castle, with 40 on guard duty outside and the rest inside. Luckily for him the ones inside had almost no bows or crossbow, so it was 87 men coming at him in a thin corridor. Their numbers meant shit. He had killed 34 so far. Meaning 53 were still inside and 40 would soon be joining them. 53 men between him and payday. Easy Peasy.
He turned a corner and saw three men dragging a extremely large sword down the hall. Unable to carry it even with the three of them. He smiled, that was his sword. He slowly walked after them, his chains clattering against the ground, alerting them to his presence. Them dropped his sword with a loud crash and stumbled to find their weapons. One never got the chance as his head was used to give the wall a scarlet paint job. The other two managed too get theirs as a dozen or more soldiers appeared behind them, alerted by the noise.
The two weakling foot soldiers were killed by another rock to the face, causing his skull to go inward. The second was tripped by the chain, as James stomped on his neck when he hit the ground, crushing his windpipe. He ran to fetch his sword as the others ran towards him. They reached it before he could and he stopped. Swinging the chains around in wide arcs, while slowly stepping forwards. Three were killed in this attack, but the rest continued to back away from this rock/steel maelstrom. He did this until he stood over his sword.
James suddenly stopped spinning and bent down. Taking his sword in one hand and lunging forward. Impaling a man and mortally wounding another in the neck. He planted a foot on the dead mans chest and pushed him back into the others. Knocking them down. He grinned, “ Your back. Now we can shed blood together, can’t we dear. “ He let the sword rest on his shoulder as the men recharged. He brought his sword down, with two hands. Cleaning slicing ones arm off and digging deep into another shoulder and into his chest. Pulling back he came again with another stab, since his usually large arced swings were not effective in the thin hallway. Soon though his sword was dyed red and 21 dead men stood infront of him. He walked on, using a torn piece of cloth to clean off his blade of the massacre memory.
22 men left inside and no alarm so far, so the outside men should not know he is here yet. A door burst open infront of him and he promptly shoved a blade through the thick wood, cleaning entering with two splurges. Pulling out the door cleaned off most traces of blood on the sword and James walked around it. Not bothering to look at the two dead men. On with a bloody hole on his chest and the other with the top of his head cut off at the jaw. James had stabbed him in the mouth, poor fellow. But he paid no heed. The Baroness would be at the end of this hall.
Knock. Knock. Knock. A booming knocking came from the door of the Baroness’s room. She cowered under her bed as she heard the door bend and twist under the force of each knock. The noise was hellish. The final boom hit and the door creaked open. James walked over to the bed, towering over t like Satan himself with his bloody nude form. Now he was equipped with his sword, Bloody Excalibur. A seven foot long, single foot wide, great sword that he held over his shoulder. “ I know you’re under there. “ He brought his sword down as it cleanly cut through the large and elaborate bed. It fell and just left of the slash was the baroness. An alarm sounding throughout the castle, the guardsmen were on their way.
White reached down and picked her up by her throat. Her feeble form struggled to move his fingers from his iron grip in vain. He brought his sword up to her neck and smiled, slowly pressing it up against her and it slowly dug into her neck. Blood purging from the wound and streaking down his blade. Reaching his hand and coating his arm in a new fresh layer of scarlet paint. He slowly sawed his way a inch and a half into her neck as her jugular was cut open and blood began to explode from her neck, her coughing gasps for life falling not to deaf ears.
More men were running towards the room. James spotted this and grunted, pulling the sword back and then returning with force and decapitating her. Grabbing her head by the hair and catching the body on his shin, then spinning and launching it at the crowd, knocking them back. Then looking around for a quick way out. His senses were returning, and the one that screamed survive was the voice of reason that had returned. Over 50 soldiers were on the way to this room and James did not have the time to fight them off.
He spotted a window. Smiling her used his makeshift weapons to break it open as he launched himself out onto the roof top. Running towards the edge and looking down. A three story drop, not good. He looked back as a man took aim with a bow, no time to think. He ran towards the edge.
He had just pushed himself off the edge when a bolt from a crossbow went into his shoulder, scratching against the bone. James cursed as he fell, stabbing his sword into the wall to slow himself down. It did not work out as he planned, but it worked. He hit the ground and their were no bones crunching, other than the bolt in his shoulder he was fine, but more people were taking aim at him and he needed to move. So he started to run, arrows and bolts digging into the ground around him.
He ran down the road for a couple minutes until he reached a horse drawn carriage. His horse drawn carriage, or his caravan you could call it. He chucked the head and his sword inside and jumped onto the seat. Grabbing the reigns with his good arm and cracking them multiple times, the horse going at a full gallop. This continued for some time, during this James painfully pulled the bolt out of his arms, a new fountain of blood coming forth as he chucked the bolt aside.
Soon though the horse came to a stop at a cross road and James got off, returning to his bloody head and grabbing it by the hair slinging it over his shoulder. He looked around as a short man id a dark robe walked out of the surrounding forest. James smiled and passed him the head, “ She is dead. I want my money. “ This was his final job and he was getting a bundle for it.
The man caught the head and hiddenly smiled. Reaching into a pocket and tossing a large bag of coins to James. “ Here you go, Mr. White. After what I heard you planned to do I doubled it. You earned every penny. “ He laughed jolly like, unfitting of a man who asked for such a deed done. Waved to James and walked back off into the woods, heading north. James went back to his caravan and removed some clothing and Bloody Excalibur. Waiting a second to hear anyone hunting him. No one, good. He heading into the forest to the east, to the noise of a light waterfall.
He reached the waterfall and tossed his clothing over a branch, and placed his blade underneath the falls for the falling water to clean it of blood. He began to use the falls as a shower, cleaning himself of all his stains. With his bloody body cleaned his amount of wounds were little on his front chest, only a couple rips and cuts. His one leg had four tears on it. His shoulder had a hole for the bolt, making moving it uncomfortable. His back was ripped to shreds, more one large wound with scraps of flesh left than anything else. But it was survivable and would heal over time. He felt relieved of all his sins underneath the cool falls. His new life would begin, he could forget this life. He cared for nothing right now. He was covered in wounds, naked under a light waterfall cleaning himself next to an oversized sword. Passer bys would question.
Source: Haku recently gave me the link, but I have been here since the beggining...
Last edited by Hitori Riezin on Wed Jun 01, 2011 6:22 pm; edited 4 times in total
Subject: Re: Hitori Riezin Wed Jun 01, 2011 2:15 am
I'm afraid this application isn't good enough to receive Chuunin, but your roleplay sample is extraordinarily well written. If you could increase your personality and history by a couple of paragraphs, I will approve you at Chuunin.
Subject: Re: Hitori Riezin Wed Jun 01, 2011 10:47 am
Akatsuka Kenshi wrote:
I'm afraid this application isn't good enough to receive Chuunin, but your roleplay sample is extraordinarily well written. If you could increase your personality and history by a couple of paragraphs, I will approve you at Chuunin.
Subject: Re: Hitori Riezin Wed Jun 01, 2011 5:54 pm
Forgive me, it seems I misunderstood Tenzou when he said "same goes for the other villages," as I thought he was speaking of the exemption to the new rule.
If you wanted to become a Chuunin right off of registration, you would have to join Hyougagakure. I don't see how it would interfere with your character's personality or history, though, you just have to alter the man that took pity on Riezin's location from Arechi to Hyouga.
Let me know, though, if you want to remain in Arechi as a genin.
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