Genin
Solomon
 |  Subject: Solomon Endoresu  Tue Jun 07, 2011 2:08 pm | |
|  MirageTell me something about yourself.Ninja ApplicationPersonalFirst Name: Solomon Last Name: Endoresu Alias: Darkest Knight/Whitest Knight Solomon Black Gender: Male Age: 22 Birthday: June 7th Sexuality: Straight Relationships: Sakigake - Nephew Affiliation: Kusamuragakure Rank: Chunnin Element: Fuuton, Raiton, Suiton Specialization: Ninjutsu, Kenjutsu, Genjutsu/Doujutsu Personal v2Personality: Solomon was initially a very fun loving boy who enjoyed paying games and having friends. Until many different events caused him to grow distant and emotionless. He now only acts on logic and never bases his actions on emotion. When he does grow attatched to someone, he is protective and loyal. His word is his life, if he makes a promise he will 99% of the time not break it and iwll only break it in the 1% if he must. He is very much inlove with his wife and hopes to be a great father to his daughter when he can. He fears his inversed self with end up harming them, so to protect his family he left the village in search of a way to lock it away. It is a hrd quest but his love for his family keeps going. Solomon is a complete and utter genius. James is cocky, takes nothing serious other than fighting. Loves women, hitting on women, sleeping with women and chasing after women. Also loves to drink and smoke. He despises tight asses though. Despises weaklings, yet loves them. Completely ruled by impulse, but a master tactician in battle. James also has Solomons genius, but uses it less and relies more on brute force. He also cares for his family, as they are his flesh and blood. Yet he treats them no different than anyone else, and would kill them if they ever crossed him. He knows of and understands Solomons need to lock him away and is willing to live his life even more to the fullest until then. Likes: Solomon: Debating, Math, his daughter, his nephew and his brother. He loves his family dearly, and also his clan and village. He loves animals and those that value life. James: James likes fighting, he likes killing, he likes drinking, gambling having sex and anything sinful. He enjoys living life to the fullest. Dislikes: Solomon: He dislikes violence overall but especially dislikes violence without purpose. He does not believe in doing sinful things, even though he does not believe in god. He also very much dislikes his inversed self, since it is the embodyment of everything he hates. To hide the fact that he is related to his clan, and therefore save them from people who would like to take revenge on him and James, he uses the alias of Solomon Black. James: James dislikes goody two shoes, and up tight people. Solomon's Ideals he is very much against and thinks Solomon should live like him. Motivation: His lifes goal is locking away his inversed self, so he can return to his family safely. Fears: Dying before he gets a chance to see his family again. Clan InformationClan name Endoresu Bloodline Name: Mugen no hanashi Bloodline Ability: The ability of this bloodline is very odd. It is directly linked to the grimoires that each clan member has. Each grimoire was made the moment the member it was destined for was born. It has an odd connection to the chakra, and inner wishes of the person whom it was made for. The grimoire unlocks the potential that each person has locked within them, allowing them to accomplish great feats. The grimoires also gives the reader the ability to change, at will, to their inversed selves. Basically they become their opposite, their inner self, what they wished they were more like, taken to an extreme. It turns the user into anything they are not normally. It gives the user a 25% increase in both speed and strength. Location: Kusamursgskure Clan History: The Endoresu clan was founded nearly two hundred years ago, by a man named Thellian Endoresu. He was the man who created the first grimoires, his, his wife's,and their newborn daughters. This began the strange connection the clan has had with the grimoires, the strange powers it has given them as a result. Thellian first noticed his powers three days after he made his grimoire. He noticed it never seemed to run out of pages, and keep everything he ever wrote in it. He also felt it store his chakra in it, releasing something inside him. That was when he first changed into his inversed self, an odd feeling he had, his body shifting to look completely different from his normal self, hair colour, height, muscle mass, width, weight, all changed. His wife would not have recognized him, if not for the fact that she had witnessed his transformation. Athena, their daughter began to be able to access the grimoires power at the age of one. When Thellian and his wife had a son, they seemed compelled to create him a grimoire. By this time the grimoires had bonded to the clan, and would cause every new generation to need one, or else they would not be able to live. The grimoires changed the mentality of the new clan, placing the thought, that they needed to continue to create the grimoires for their children, becoming nearly symbiotic in their relationship. The grimoires could not be used by any other than the one who they were made for, and would appear completely blank to any outside the clan, a fact that the clan is still to this day unaware of. Four generations ago the clan discovered other uses of the grimoires, other than the ability to change into their inverse selves. The grimoires actually could use the readers chakra, and given mental commands could create maps, radar scans of the area, weapons from it's pages, and various other jutsu utilizing the grimoire. In the next generation rose a great user of this ability, the man was known to all as “Death's Librarian.” A title he himself would never have chosen, and he never heard it, as he was given it after his death in a pitched battle, where he defended against twenty men, just to save a small girl from rape and death. Althayus was a great man, a great warrior, a great scholar. He had perfected every jutsu of the clan, even making new discoveries of the grimoirs. He was said to have been perfectly in tune with his grimoire, able to make it do whatever he wanted, without any difficulty. Now the clan is quite prosperous, quite welcome in the ninja world, able to preform a wide variety of tasks; assassination, scouting, bodyguards, decoys, etc. They are well respected in their village, and are highly valued in any type of fight, due to their versatility. Most members of the clan now live very comfortable lives, their positions all but secured due to their link with the grimoires. HistoryHistory: Solomon was born into an important family, his brother though much older than he was, was a important teacher at the academy. His brother's wife was soon going to be the assistant to the Kage. Both of his parents were old, but well respected in the village and had much influence in politics. The moment he gained his grimoire, he was told his job was to keep the generation of his family alive. From that moment on family became the most important thing to him. When Solomon was five, his brother had a son, named Sakigake. Solomon was so pleased he would have someone to play with, but Saki was young and Solomon had duties. When Saki was old enough to play, he was anti-social and Solomon was completely obsessed with his studies. He was easily top of his class in the academy, and went above and beyond the call of duty. He met people, made friends, but was never that close with anyone. His only true friend was his grimoire, which he wrote everything in. Everything he knew. During his time at the academy, Solomon never fought, he learned how and studied it, but never did it himself. At least, until he got bullied at school, then he would involentarily inverse. That was when James made a name for himself. James was violent and often stood up for Solomon when he did not want to be stood up for. On more than one seperate occasion, his brother would have had to intervene and stop James from doing to much wrong. Solomon graduated top of his class and proceeded to join a squad and do missions, but he was partially against getting to high in a rank, because at the age of fifteen he met the perfect woman. Her name was Silvia Cinder. She wooed him so fast he did not know what happened. They have been inseperable since. He could not go past genin for fear of getting to risky a life and having to part from his woman. At eighteen, he was engaged. Sivlia, who was seventeen at the time, had a very protective older brother who did not approve and wanted Solomon dead, so one night him and a gang of thugs jumped him. Solomon easily avoided all of them, but would not fight back. That was, until one of the thugs somehow stabbed Solomon in the side. Solomon fell to his knee's but was changing. James wanted out, he wanted to fight and Solomon wanted to get away. He gave in and inversed. His hair switched to a stark white and he grew three inches, standing at a massive six six. His muscles bulged and his electric blue eye's with flaming with blissful fury. He reached into his his pocket and went for his grimoire as two thugs attacked him. He absently punched one so hard he broke his face, and then pun around and with a chilling laugh removed the shank from his side and stabbed the thug in the forehead with it. He turned around and smiled as he removed his grimoire. That was the last thing Silvia's brother saw. When Solomon told her what happened he tried to skip town, but she told him to stay. Unable to say no to the beauty that was his fiance he did. He was forgiven and though James had killed hundreds of people, this one has always bothered Solomon. Then he got married at the age of twenty one. He brother was his best man, and his radiant wife was blooming with a baby in her, due in nine months, unknown to Solomon. So when it came time that he noticed he was blissful. When his daughter was born, he cried with happiness. His daughter, Celine, was his joy in life. She had his eye's. However, he left his village two months after he birth. He could not let his daughter grow up around someone like James. He left his family and his village looking for a solution for his inversed self. Trying to find a way to lock James away, so he could return to his family. So he could one day see his daughter again, and so far, she has lived for just over a year without her father. RP Sample: - Spoiler:
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.
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