Bloodline/Clan Application

[Hinote Tosatsu]

Rpc Name: Shikaku
Village: Kumogakure
Rank: Genin
Bloodline or Clan applied for: Kansatsuryoku
What you know about the clan/bl: A multistage doujutsu, this bloodline has four stages, each with it's own unique trait. First comes X-ray, which unlike typical doujutsu does not go with the full on scifi based see straight through walls style, but rather acts like a real X-ray, allowing you to see through only about an inch, to examine the insides of things. The use of this is limited of course, since it isn't as powerful, but varied in the possibilities. I can easily imagine any profession making good use of this, particularly medics.

Stage two introduces Ultra Violet vision. Basically you become able to view everything as if it were under a blacklight. Blood, saliva, sweat, fingerprints and all sorts of other nasty little things become far more apparent than the average housekeeper would tolerate. This can mainly be used for tracking, since you can spot things that would otherwise be impossible to locate. The stage jutsu add to it in that you can use it to identify the chemical makeup of things, which could potentially be used to identify a person by the blood in a room, if you'd examined the same blood before.

Stage three is the ever popular infrared vision. The ability to see heat signatures. Very simple and straight forward, but incredibly useful.

Stage four is time vision. A bit more complicated in essence, luckily it only really works when you use the included jutsu, which allows you to see the past. This can be useful for anything from eavesdropping on a conversation after it's happened, to watching a murder to identify the killer, or even just getting the code for a door lock by watching someone punch it in.

Unlike other doujutsu, keeping your vision active costs no chakra, but instead you have a limited time you can use it for. Turning the vision on and off can only be done a certain number of times before you have to rest, and after a certain number of active posts you have to rest before using it again.

At a glance this is just another doujutsu with too many powers. With a closer look, it's a very weak doujutsu with next to no combat potential, but deeper consideration reveals that while not so great in combat, it's potential for other areas of the RP, particularly tracking and infiltration, is near limitless.

Rp Sample:

A shrouded figure came to a sudden halt, pausing and standing in the branches of a tree, and examining his surroundings. Slowly moving through the area he found a specific tree which bore a carved X, at which he nodded to himself. ”I have arrived on location.” he spoke aloud, as if to another person, though he was alone. His voice came out distorted, garbled somehow by the full face mask he wore, similar to ANBU, or more appropriately, hunter nin. ”This is where the scouts say the target's trail ran cold. Let's prove them wrong.” he continued speaking to himself, before turning away from the tree and looking out over the ground nearby. The target was injured. He had to have left some evidence.

With a blink of his eyes, the man activated his doujutsu. Had he not been wearing a mask, anyone watching would have seen his eyes turn a most unmanly shade of pink. As his vision took on a light hue of violet, [Ultraviolet Vision] he smirked as the clearing erupted in splotches of color. ”Cold trail indeed.” he chuckled, crouching down to examine one such splotch. It was nearly hidden by the autumn leaves, but certainly blood. A bit to the left another splotch appeared to be sweat. The man was injured, and evidently quite stressed when he passed here. But, as he followed the trail of blood and sweat, he discovered why they claimed the trail went cold.

All of a sudden, in one spot, the splotches ceased. Their was more in the immediate area, but it didn't move on in any direction, as if the man had stopped in that spot. The target wasn't a ninja, there was no way he could have vanished from here... Looking up, a large branch crossed directly above the trail. The man certainly couldn't have jumped it, but... With a frown, the hunter leapt to the branch. Sure enough, there was a bloody handprint on the trunk of the tree. Faint enough to where it couldn't be spotted by the naked eye, but, the question was, how had it gotten there?

Blinking again, the hunter switched modes, his eyes swapping out from pink to a vivid green. Focusing on the handprint, or where he knew it to be as it was nearly invisible again, he felt his vision enhance, pulling the details out as the print grew in his vision, slowly becoming visible again. Shifting slightly, he put his focus to the fingertip, magnifying the detail as much as he could, and examining the prints. [Microscopy] Once he felt he had the detail down, he closed his eyes, opening them again as the doujutsu deactivated, returning his eyes to their natural gray. ”Open file, Haseo fingerprints.” Immediately his vision was overlaid by a picture of a fingerprint test, his recon mask proving it's worth as it brought up the picture he needed to reference. Examining the prints and comparing them to the one he had just examined, he frowned at the confirmation. It was not a match.

”Close file.” he sighed, closing his eyes. It seemed as if his target had been abducted. Wonderful. A genin team on a simple escort lost their client, a scouting team couldn't find him again, and now here he was, walking into who knew what. Opening his eyes again, he looked out through the once more violet tinge, searching the nearby trees for any sign of a trail. Sure enough, he spotted bloodstains on several trees, all headed the same direction, and started off that way, allowing the eyes to deactivate as soon as he started to see a visible trail once more, where it seemed the abductor had made less effort to hide his trail, evidently believing he'd gotten a large enough distance to avoid pursuit.

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After following the trail for some while, the masked hunter found himself outside of what appeared to be a secret compound, deep in the forest. There were no patrols, suggesting the residents either were assured of their safety and secrecy, or didn't have the manpower for it. The building itself seemed to be security enough anyways, with what looked to be walls made of iron, and steel doors with the latest Kumo supplied electronic locks. Waiting a few minutes to be sure no patrols he hadn't noticed were coming, the hunter approached the door, glaring at the keypad. He always hated this part.

Standing back a few feet, he closed his eyes again, taking a deep breath before opening them, now a deep purple hue, if they could even be seen. Across the man's vision, the air itself seemed to fragment, cracks and indents becoming visible that he knew were marks on time itself. [Visions of Time] Deciding to hurry up and get this over with, he focused on the imprint he wanted, directly in front of the door, and flooded it with chakra, cracking it open further and peeling back the layers to what he wanted to see, rewinding time itself in that spot. [Psychometry] He growled to himself as nothing appeared at first, pumping more chakra into it, slowly increasing the concentration even as he felt a buzz of pain swell in his head. That was why he hated having to do this, it was by far the most taxing of his abilities, and you never knew but what you might not even find anything for your efforts.

Luckily, after a few seconds more he got what he wanted, and the silhouette of a man appeared, dragging a large unwieldy sack behind him. Moving in closer, he watched as the man punched in the code for the door, which swung open on it's own, and entered, vanishing as the hunter quickly dissipated the chakra holding his form, along with the doujutsu as the pain swelled even higher. Turning from the keypad, he crouched down, leaning back against the wall and holding his head tightly between his hands to try and suppress the pain. He didn't have time to deal with this right now, there was no saying if the target was even still alive! Closing his eyes tightly and just breathing deeply, he concentrated on that, tasking his mind to forget, ignore the pain. It was little better than a quick fix, but after several long moments he managed to push it down to a tolerable buzz in the back of his head. He would have to finish this mission quickly so he could get out and deal with this properly.

Standing up again, he punched in the code for the door, slipping in as it opened and making his way silently down what appeared to be a long hallway filled with doors, listening intently for any sounds of life, and peeking into rooms when he had the chance, all with no sign of the target, or his captor. The hunter grumbled under his breath as he realized that all this combined to mean he needed to use the last of his bloodline skills. He would have to make it fast then, his mind wouldn't tolerate the influx long before the headache returned, at crippling levels. Blinking his eyes, he opened them to see the world in shades of blue, even as his eyes turned a brilliant amber. [Infrared Vision] Looking around quickly, he sighed as nothing stood out. Moving to a nearby intersection in the halls, the first he had come to, he focused intently on the floor, flooding extra chakra to his eyes. [Netsuryou Kanran] Slowly, he picked up a weak layer of purple above the blue floor. It was weak, but it was a trail. Looking carefully in both directions, he began to follow the trail in the direction he felt turned brighter, hotter. Sure enough, after a few turns the trail turned a bright indigo, and further on a dull red. The trail hit it's hottest point as it turned a fierce orange, and then ended, right in the middle of a hallway. ”Impossible...” the hunter muttered to himself, glancing about to no avail. The trail was gone, as if it had disappeared into the walls. The walls... Smirking, the man blinked, his eyes going green again as the blues and reds vanished from his sight. [X-ray Vision] Turning to the walls, he smiled as his vision cut through the outer layers and into the hollow, where cables ran to deliver power to the complex. Sure enough, an examination of the area turned up a gap in the wall where the heat signature vanished. Another pass turned up what seemed to be a pressure pad, and with a light push, the wall slid open, revealing a hidden room.

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And anything beyond that point would be fluff to finish the story, which I don't feel like doing. Yay! Is “Haseo” alive? Who is his captor? What do they want with him? And what is this hidden compound chock full of Kumo tech? We shall never know!

Martin Spiralwave