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My Appearance Is...| {Describe in detail, especially if Image is not what you are wearing}
I Am From...| {What Village or other location are you from?} I Belonged With...| {Was there a Clan or Bloodline you were a part of?}
I Believed In...: {Your Beliefs, or your Nindo.} What Am I Like...: {Your Personality}
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I Fear...: • •
I Am From The...: [Era] I Have Experienced...:
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How Do I Experience Life...| →• {First Class} →• {Second Class} →• {Third Class // First Prestige} →• {Third Class // Second Prestige}
How Do I View It...| →• {List Disciplines Here} →• →•
What Makes Me Unique Among My Peers...| →• {Create Three [3] Greater Personal Attributes} →• →•
What Are My Limitations...| →Stamina Pool →
→Chakra Pool → →→• Chakra Color →→• Chakra Materialization →→→• {First Chakra Element} →→→• {Second
How Much Ryo Do I Have...| 00, 000 Ryo How Much Experience Do I Have...| 00, 000 Exp
What Have I Laid Claim To...| →•
What Skills Have I Learned...| →• {Name of Skills} ► {Current Skill Level} →• {Start with ten [10] points for skills automatically, and gain additional from Archetype} →• {Class specific skills cannot be taken until you have that class}
What Am I Proficient In...| →• {Proficiency Tree or Weapon} ► {Current Training Level} →• {Start with two [2] points for proficiencies automatically, and gain additional from Archetype} →• {One [1] point unlocks a category; a second point unlocks specific weapons to be trained}
What Can I Do...| → Ninjutsu → 00 // 00 → Genjutsu → 00 // 00 → Fuinjutsu → 00 // 00 → Eisejutsu → 00 // 00 → Stages of Learning [Taijutsu] → 00 // 00 → Stages of Learning [Bukijutsu] → 00 // 00
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2017 3:15 am
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I Am…| Inka Hizara
How Old Am I…| 15 My Sex Is...| Male My Gender Is...| - I Was Born...|
My People Are...| My Bodybuild Is...| Medium
How Tall Am I...| 4'9'' And How Heavy...| 52kg
My Appearance Is...|
I Am From...| Land of Mist, Kirigakue I Belonged With...| Renounced Shakuton
I Believed In...: "Myself for my pack." What Am I Like...:
Inka is quite active, but what really gets him in a good mood are explosives. Ruining things has always held an attractive quality to the man, but seeing them go 'boom' is where he really gets excited. They are one of the few things that keep Inka in a positive mood. Otherwise, Inka is quite sly and cheeky, acting full of himself. It is when Inka is blowing things up that he is able to ignore those doubts and truly enjoy himself.
Then, Inka found himself a family - his determination to be the strong, supportive figure for both his partner and child forced Inka to mature and take hold of responsibility for his actions, past and present. Previously full of doubts, he has now come to fully accept all sides of himself - including his darker nature.
I Am Good At...: • • •
I Am Terrible At...: • • •
I Fear...: • •
I Am From The...: [Era] I Have Experienced...:
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What Was I to My Home...} Mizukage, Father, How Experienced Was I...| B-Ranked Godaime
How Do I Experience Life...| →• {First Class} →• {Second Class} →• {Third Class // First Prestige} →• {Third Class // Second Prestige}
How Do I View It...| →• {List Disciplines Here} →• →•
What Makes Me Unique Among My Peers...| →• {Create Three [3] Greater Personal Attributes} →• →•
What Are My Limitations...| →Stamina Pool →
→Chakra Pool → →→• Chakra Color →→• Chakra Materialization →→→• {First Chakra Element} →→→• {Second
How Much Ryo Do I Have...| 00, 000 Ryo How Much Experience Do I Have...| 00, 000 Exp
What Have I Laid Claim To...| →•
What Skills Have I Learned...| →• {Name of Skills} ► {Current Skill Level} →• {Start with ten [10] points for skills automatically, and gain additional from Archetype} →• {Class specific skills cannot be taken until you have that class}
What Am I Proficient In...| →• {Proficiency Tree or Weapon} ► {Current Training Level} →• {Start with two [2] points for proficiencies automatically, and gain additional from Archetype} →• {One [1] point unlocks a category; a second point unlocks specific weapons to be trained}
What Can I Do...| → Ninjutsu → 00 // 00 → Genjutsu → 00 // 00 → Fuinjutsu → 00 // 00 → Eisejutsu → 00 // 00 → Stages of Learning [Taijutsu] → 00 // 00 → Stages of Learning [Bukijutsu] → 00 // 00
Former Social Class : Worker Current Social Status : Civilian
Employment :
• Artisan :Prestigious.Crafter
• Craft items one [1] post faster. • [+2] to rolls when crafting. • At every Experience Rank the Artisan is granted one [1] Minor Attribute that is restricted to dealing with Artisan Skills.
Every two [2] ranks, increase the roll results by [1] when crafting. This will stack with all other modifiers presented within Shinobi Strike. This represents the Artisan who has focused all of their training on crafting to exclusion of most other activities in order to bring their skills to their apex. As such crafting is easier for them, for their passion has put them to the path of understanding that all craftings are essentially the same thing in different shapes.
• UnassignedArtisan • Unassigned{Third Class // First Prestige} • Unassigned{Third Class // Second Prestige}
Honō is a quiet individual who works hard to never impose, to never disappoint, and, more importantly, to never be a burden. He walks quietly and falls far too readily into the submissive role of a servant. He bows his head in greeting and reprimands for even daring to think anything that could ever be even mildly construed as an insult, undermining, or even dismissive of intent or sincerity. Anger is a foreign feeling, as he redirects it as being born from his own failings and thus turned into shame, guilt or some variation thereof. He is also unaccustomed to conflict, so he takes on a supportive role instead, or avoids it altogether. Despite his fears, he has yet to be placed in a position where has to decide between his own life or that of another's...
Physical Appearance :
Honō at age 15 was just before his massive, and sudden, growth spurt. He is below average height, and his weight is only due to the muscles needed for his work in the forge. Skinny and thin framed, Honō is pale skinned from his time in the hospital and his work indoors. Moss-green eyes, pale hair, and small, almost indistinct scars on his forearms and hands are his main features of any distinguish. He also has a preference for more traditional work attire, due to the very traditional preferences of his clan. Haori and Hakama of whites, purples, and, later in his life when he returned to shinobi work, blues comprise his wardrobe. When crystallised, he wore a white set with grey accents - including hand- embroidered sigils of his clan.
Situational Strengths :
• Environmental Lens: Is able to accurately estimate the weaknesses and viable exploits in the surrounding environment. Be it the stabilising pebble at the base of the wall, or the angle needed to fell a tree where needed.
• Soldering Teammate: Honō will support his teammates by means of supplying weapons, tripping up the opponent, or manipulating the environment to his allies' advantage. Honō will watch his teammate(s) to get familiar with their tells, thus becoming more and more accurate in reading their intentions.
• Sleek Steps: Due to his training in the Hari clan, Honō has no difficulty traversing slippery surfaces, even over uneven terrain.
• Latticino Hands Honō's work has gained him steady hands and the ability to perform minute, detailed work. Finicky work, such as the setting up even the most intricate traps, holds less trouble for him.
Situational Weaknesses :
• Cracks: Honō was never trained for proper combat, and as such has a tendency to flee instead of fight, especially when out numbered. When hit with an attack, his urge to flee only increases.
• Jewelled: Honō's choice in clothing marks him out from other shinobi; restricting his movements slightly and hindering most chances at stealth.
• Fragility: Trained in his work instead of his responsibilities as a shinobi, Honō lacks the strength most individuals garner from their everyday training.
Fears & Paranoias :
• Broken Shards: Knowing he isn't the most skilled shinobi in the village, Honō fears his teammates will leave him behind if he fails to meet their expectations.
• Shattered: Honō was never the strongest, or masculine, individual in Kumo. He fears this makes him a target of assault; verbal or physical. Whenever he leaves the workshop he is constantly anxious and alert of his surroundings, misreading the words and reactions of the people around him to negatively apply to him.
• Inner Self: Honō's chakra materialises as black, clawed, limbs and he truly believes it is because there is some dark, horrible part of himself that has caused. Some inner demon or monster that wants to rip apart the good in the world. So he follows the path of submission - he beats out any negative thought he even comes close to thinking and preys to all gods, ancestors, and deities that he isn't evil. That he isn't bad. That he never makes anyone cry, or be in pain, or be afraid of him.
Unique Traits :
→• Uncanny Aim: Preferring to create and maintain a distance between himself and the enemy, Honō has spent a considerable amount of time crafting range weapons, especially throwing weapons. From this he finds himself creating an extra half again the expected number every second attempt without the extra cost of material or time.
→• Gentle Soul: Honō's kind and soft nature have made him entirely unthreatening and approachable. Animals are especially more receptive to him. They find peace in his presence and are not opposed to following him - thus granting the Hokori the passive ability to give another individual trying to tame an animal an extra re-roll/attempt at success.
→• Steady Hands: Honō's work in the family forge has trained him into mastering a better self-control over his movements. Gathering fragile or precious materials will gain him an extra half again amount due to his precision and care.
→• Counterpoise:Greater Personal Attribute Already keen eyes for details and steady hands for careful work have allowed Honō the small liberty of quickly correcting errors about to be made - so long as they aren't too out of control. When a check is made via dice roll, if the number Honō has rolled is up to two [ 2 ] points below the required number to pass, Honō may reroll. This does not apply when there are several levels of 'success' unless no success is met at all.
→• Unnamed:Minor Attribute Minor attribute restricted to dealing with Artisan Skills. Currently to be made.
Background Check :
→• Honō was trained by the Hari clan in only to serve it. He has experience in the tea ceremony, in the manners of servants, and in all ways of fulfilling the needs of others without ever asking what it is they are after. When it was found he had some miner attunement with chakra, the young boy was also forced to attend the village Academy as well.
→• It was apparent from the beginning he had little talent, but his determination not to fail or dissapoint made him a dedicated student and hard study of the required materials. Theoretically, Honō did well, but practically he just could not keep up with the other kids. At the threat of dissapointing the Hari family, Honō would stay back after lessons to practice in hope of finally matching his fellow classmates. One day, however, he could not perform the simplest of techniques - the wall walking skill. So he again stayed at the Academy after lessons were over and he practiced. And practiced. And the sun went down and he kept going - muscles aching and overclothes gently folded and set aside to keep them clean. But he went for too long, and his breaks to catch his breath just weren't enough to account for his lack of chakra. In his determination, Honō surged chakra through his pathways - and they were too far gone. It was too much. Honō had burned out the entrance to his core and done extreme damage to his pathways. He was hospitalised and the Hari clan removed his enrollment in the Academy. After years of intensive care and then physical therapy, Honō returned to his full duties - to his family.
→• Years later, Honō met Kaileer and Wanryoku during a freak snowstorm - the guise of a supposed UHV attack. It was that same attack that resulted in Honō being enlisted back into the Kumo forces. He worked to suit his skills learned as a worker to best aid his teammates and village. Most notable to Honō in supporting him and giving him the confidence in growing his skill set was a Samurai named Soraru. Most notable in giving Honō a figure to confide in and familiarity with was a Barbarian named Wanryoku. And most notable in giving Honō the precedence that you don't always have to place duty before self, is Kaileer.
The crystal was half buried in the snow, its contents long since hidden by a com- bination of the region's near endless snowfall and a perpetual layer of frost. It is partly obscured and swallowed by a skinny, thick-barked tree that had grown up and over a corner of the hard, unrelenting material. It's stunted growth resulted in low branches, and their naturally resiliant nature and spread pattern created an umbrella of cold, harsh, white. When the crystal cracked, the sound was muffled by two foot of snow and the naturally formed screen - the two also working toge- ther to keep it in place. Another crack - like metal snapping - and the snow bank fractures as well. A whole section breaks off and slides down and away from the unknown structure, revealing nothing but more frost and snow beneath it. At the third instance, a few chunks of the translucent prism is rejected from its home in a spray you could describe as 'violent.' Some more of the resting ice shifts with a velvety-crunch, before pushed away haphazardly as the entire thing splits like a log under the force of an axe - the membrane barely holds its prisoner for fraction of a moment before fabric and flesh follow the jagged shards into the ice.
A silent gasp as the sharp bite of cold and cuts pierce the mind - the long lost prisoner is awake and free.
Green eyes snap open in shock, thin limbs scrambling to haul the body upright and inward, away from the panic-inducing sensations. The long, heavy material of their clothes catch and drag the ice, soak in the moisture that's being brought back to its liquid state from the warm blood and heated skin - an anomoly when considering the incredulity of the situation, not to mention the location of where this was all taking place. Pale hands reach up and brush the hair out of delicate features - and reveal the soft look of panic and confusion they held.
Honō Hokori froze on the spot as he recognised his surroundings as - as being unrecognisable. His lithe frame is hunched in tight, unknowingly perched atop the shattered base of his crystal prison. The matching grey and blue set of haori and hakama were sprawled out around him in their excess of material, but did little in preventing the cold from creeping through the folds and layers, and was already beginning to make the soft cotton stiffen.
This wasn't a familiar location, and Honō had no idea how he had gotten here in the first place. His head barely moves as moss-coloured eyes dart about, panic getting in the way of properly assessing this situation. He tried to think - tried to find a reason in his memories as to why he had ended up here. Was it... was it a mission? The silver-haired male cringed in pain and his hands moved to hide his face, cover the downward pull of his mouth, the small wrinkle on the bridge of his nose. He tried to think - tried to remember, but all it brought was a sharp pain in the back of his skull and flashes of -
Large, muscled - brick and morter at their feet but no fear - only comfort. Warmth...
A lean body, tanned, wild eyes and calm words and respect... and
Eyes as blue and as distant as the sky but so much... support? An anchor but...