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Player Info
Played By: Karasu_tenma

Character Name: Aeal Zakayia
Age: 13
Height: 5"3
Weight:110
Appearance:
Clan: Non descript
Role: Combat
Affinity: Wind
Village: Lightning
Rank:
Academy Student
History:

Jutsu's
Techniques: None
Custom Techniques: None

Gear
Items (3950 ryo): None
Custom Items: None

Mod Notes:

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Player Info
Played By: Lanxx360

Character Name: Asura Zahn
Age: 18
Height: 6' ft
Weight: 125
Appearance:
Clan: No-Clan
Role: Medic
Affinity: Lightning
Village: Lightning Country
Rank: Genin
History: Growing up was rough for the young Asura. He had no parents, no family who claimed him, and no friends. As he grew up, Asura had a growing fear of others, and began hiding his face from people. But it didn't stop there. As he grew older, his paranoia grew as well. He began wearing two or three shirts, long pants with a the bottom portion of a robe hiding them, and combat boots with several socks being worn. He also wore a pair of gloves with eye shapes that seemed to have been drawn on them. The most notable feature he had from his clothing was a large amount of white cloth scarfs being wrapped around his head, with only a few strands of his black hair sticking out, as well as more eye shapes that seemed to have been drawn on were present on them as well. Four endings that came out the back of his head suggests at least four scarfs, but it is unknown how many there really are. Though it would seem strange, Asura is able to tell where he is going when walking about with all of his wrappings on, most likely from chakra manipulation or something else. Despite his paranoid ways, Asura did join the Ninja Academy when he came of age, and trained hard to gain more power.

Stats
Level: 26
Resolve

Jutsu's
Techniques:
None
Custom Techniques:
None

Gear
Items(4,300 Ryo):
None
Custom Items:
None

Completed Missions:

Mod Notes:
You have 100 Lines before Graduation

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Player Info
Played By: StreamPunk

Character Name: Collé (Pronounced Cohl - AY)
Age: Nineteen Young. Born on a night of November 11th.
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 115 pounds (52.16 Kilograms)
Appearance: ((Waiting for Picture))
Clan: Yamanaka clan
Role:
Combat
Affinity: Lightning
Village: Hidden in Sound
Rank:
Genin
History: In a lighter time, the dusk of a brutal and dictated war, a child of humble origins was immersed into the world. She wasn't of noble standings or destined birth, with caring family and free spirit. Collé was her name, a notation from her father who was a Maestro by vocation. With the paternal presence of music, she was far from dulled by the symphony that her life had formed into. Collé was one with the arpeggios, felt the emotions of a Sonata long before she would ever even hope to care about the emotions of people. With that love for music and art came an enhanced sense of priority, an appreciation for the things in the world she found truly beautiful; Expression, Color, Vibration, Sound. With these ideals, she became similar to that of an Impressionist Movement artist, only relying on her own intentions and beliefs to circumvent the cold world that people so lovingly named, "Reality". The word was something Collé wanted to stray away from, relying on measures and chords rather than Arithmatic and Science to ensure her elation would continue.

When she was eight and capable of learning an instrument, Collé was taken into a room by her father. It was a room of her home she had never previously entered, deemed her father's 'Study' for all intensive purposes. When she entered, her eyes traced across the features of many instruments of all natures. Various brass reflections danced over polished wood, each instrument as masterwork crafted as the last. With wide childish eyes, Collé could not help but to inquire. "How did you get all of these, Father...?" She said, a respectful tone of classic nature cradling her syllables. It was with this question that her Father laughed, softly and with dignity. With an aged breath, he gestured to a table in the corner, covered in tools and wood shavings, as well as mechanical remnants of various nothings. A feature of the study that Collé had not noticed previous to that moment. "Get...?" He said, the humor in his voice showing a time of more childish expertise himself, "I made these, my dear. Down to the last polished knob." After a second further, he strolled the confines of the room, gently running his hand along a few of the instruments as he did, before plucking a string of a nearby harp. The note rung crystalline in the room, implying absolutely perfect acoustics. Collé was quick to respond, though the note required no response. "A C note, Father... On the Second octave..." She said softly, as it faded away into a hymn of comfort. "That is right, Collé... As always." He spoke in rewarding tone, before furrowing his brow slightly, "But is it the Painter who knows the number of bristles in his brush? ...No... It is time for you to feel the craft."

It would be late into the night before they emerged from that room. Collé's father told her of the features and feeling of every instrument, the emotions they portrayed. From Fiddle to Fife, all were described almost like people... With personalities and interests. Collé felt attuned, so to speak, with a particular small, stringed instrument that her father had described. It was a crimson red, and featured white detailing, polished beautifully, like perfect glass. "Ah... " He spoke simply, a wise look of acknowledgement marking his expression, "The Three Quarter... Baroque Violin." As the whethered hands of a weary profession gripped the neck of the mastercrafted Viol family instrument, the voice behind the craftsmanship began speaking, as if almost to the instrument itself. "'Twasn't long ago that I admired the unique qualities of this Violin..." He started simply, pondering the stale air of the room before continuing, "Smaller than normal, with a higher, more minor-focusing octave... Ivory tailpiece and bridge... The body itself carved from a single, solid piece of Bloodwood... Perhaps the rarest stock in it's size I had found. It forced me to preserve the bloodwood as one piece, through the neck, by reserving the size of the Violin itself... To a three quarter..." He seemed to be reminiscing at that point, admiring the effort behind the work. "An excellent choice, Collé... Perhaps one of the favorites among my crafts. A somber, but dignified instrument, with energy behind it and implied reserve. It humbles itself, with clean tones and soft sounds, but has the ability to hit very high octaves at purest measures..." Collé's father was speaking from padded inspiration, hiding the excitement in his voice, "Now... We must find you a bow, mustn't we? Come along."

Collé had chosen a bow of polished Purpleheart wood, the hair of it from a quixotic Mare of a horse, shimmering blonde in stark contrast to the dark wood of the Violin. She was taught to treat the violin like an extension of herself, another limb for another set of senses. It would be with this feeling that she could create an uncanny unity with song itself. Her father showed her how to play, and loved each moment, cherished every question. Over the years, progressing well into Collé's teenage phases, she became a master of her instrument. However, dealing with a virtuoso, she found each day that she had something to learn... Not only about the playing of her violin, but the "Feeling" of her violin. From each rising dawn, she would play a sonata or two in her father's study, for him it was as welcome as a morning coffee. Her mother, always an appreciater of the sounds, was thrilled to see her daughter's amazingly quick progress. The unity of the family, contrived by music, lasted until a night of chilling memory.

At Seventeen, Collé was an actualized artisan of Violin. Her father was no longer giving her lessons... He simply had run out of things to teach her. She would play, and it would be enough. It was a night, with her and her father in the Study, his admiration of her playing showing through his smile. However, the sweet song was interrupted by the sound of splintering wood, exposing the house to the elements. A sound that resided just outside of the door. Her father stopped, and stood quietly, muting Collé's strings with his hand. "Be silent, Collé... May this be the last time anyone ever asks that of you." He said softly, a look of fear in his eyes. From behind the door, her mother's voice could barely be heard, just louder than the low pitched responses that followed. "But... The war is over!" It was all Collé could make out from the dialogue, which was briskly interrupted by her father's entrance...

The sheen of folded iron, unsheathed with prodigious speed from confines, lay a different sort of symphony for Collé's ears. The purcussion of blade against blade progressed for a few minutes, interrupted by a scream, her mother's. Flesh rent from bone, like the sound of boots against mud, put a measure of rest.

Silence...
----Silence...
--------Silence...


Collé opened the door, still holding her Violin and bow. The author of the crimes had left no names, no footprints. No marker or calling card... Only crimson paint from a hellish paintbrush. She could only count the bristles. What remained of her father was dissected, corrupting the furniture and windows. Her mother was nowhere to be found. Collé felt hot tears, the first in a long time, but she didn't feel the sadness that harmonized them. She felt nothing. It was so cold, so silent, not even the wind dared to breathe. Her Father's sword was jammed deep into the wall of the house, handle ripped from blade in ferocious struggle. Musical notes, the first measure of his favorite song, engraved the glimmering metal stained crimson. Collé felt hot, on her apendages. The violin grew warm under her hands, as if a beating heart was crying out in despondant hatred... Why... The dirge of songless night was all that remained in the house. With her father's death, Collé felt his energy leave her. She once had seen the beauty in the world, but it wasn't here. Her body, against her will, moved to the haftless blade, another creation of her Father's when it was in completion. She ripped it from the confines of the wall, and proceeded back into the study... One last time. For once, it would be her who crafted something.

Jutsu's
Techniques:
--Uncanny Perfect Pitch--
--Symphonic Amplification--
--Fleet of Foot--
--Whetstone Sonata--
--Binding Restraints-- (10)
--Relay Strike-- (20)

Custom Techniques: None

Gear
Items (0 ryo): None
Custom Items: None

Mod Notes:
You have 100 Lines before Graduation

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Player Info
Played By: PeterBainner

Character Name:Kaguya Michio
Age: 19
Height: 5' 9
Weight: 177 lbs
Appearance:

Clan: Kaguya
Role:
Combat
Affinity: Fire
Village: Otogakure (Sound Village)
Rank:
Genin
History: Kaguya Ayako and Suzuki Himaru gave birth to Michio. Himaru was displeased, as he wanted a daughter, and decided to kill the boy as soon as he discovered the gender of his offspring. But when he sank his kunai knife into the infant's flesh, the knife recoiled as if it had slammed against solid metal. Himaru attempted to murder the boy several more times, until finally his kunai shattered. The father of the boy was astonished and baffled by what had happened. He named his son Michio.

From the age of four, Michio was taught stealth and assassination methods, typically silencing unfortunate birds or picking off squirrels. Finally, at the age of 10, he was commissioned by his Aunt and Uncle, who were not Shinobi, to track down and eliminate the alpha among a pack of Timber wolves. He succeeded. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to Michio and his family, the alpha was the companion of an Inuzuka who was traveling with a few members of his clan. In vengence, his entire family was made an example of to the entire small village they resided in while Michio could only watch as his Mother and Father were brutally beaten and finally murdered.

Since then, he has embraced the ideals of stealth that his parents taught him, vowing to one day find the members of the Inuzuka clan who participated in the murder of his family and enact vengence of his own upon them.

Jutsu's
Techniques:
-Bone Claws
-Tree Climbing technique
-Wall Climbing technique
-Water Walking technique
-Chakra levitation “Light as a feather” technique
-Stance of Destruction (Level-10)
-Side Step (Level-20)
-Fire Release - Grand Fireball Skill(Level-40)
-Demonic Illusion - Hell Decent Technique (Level-20)
-Twin Lightning Dragons (Level-40)
-Clones(Level-50)

Custom Techniques:
-Berserker Barrage (Level-5[10])
-Drill Claw (Level-10[15])

Gear
Items (1,350 ryo):
Chamelion Cloak[DD]
Hood of Manifestation[DD]
Piercing Lens[DD]

Custom Items: None

Completed Missions:
D:
Runaway Cat! (x3)
Community Watch(x1)
Natural disaster 4 (x1)
C:

B:

A:

S:

Mod Notes:
You have 100 Lines before Graduation

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Player Info
Played By: Raven62

Character Name: Kiyomi Kokoro
Age: 18
Height: 5' 4"
Weight: 110 lbs
Appearance:
Kiyomi has long flowing dark blue hair that is tied in an elongated pony-tail. The tail sticks about six inches from the back of her head, running through a red wrap, before leading into the long tail that goes all the way down to her backside. She is short of stature, and slim, her chest bulging from her hourglass figure, though not unsightly, merely a fair size for her frame. She wears a skin-tight white leather one piece outfit that unzips from her back and leads into white and black combat boots. She wears a pair of rose-tinted semi-circle shades that only have frames along the bottom curve, and sit across her beautiful emerald eyes. She also wears a heavy trench coat, tan in color and thick, it comes up to a hood that is rimmed by white fur, and there is soft thick white wool that coats the inside of the jacket and also along the seams of it.
Clan: Aburame
Role:
Combat
Affinity: Water
Village: Hidden in Sound
Rank:
Genin
History: A rebel was all the girl was. She was a venomous snake with one purpose. Bite. As a little girl it was easy to see she would grow up to be beautiful. Her parents tried to shelter her as much as they could, and gave her the adorable name of Pure Beautiful Heart in hopes that perhaps their child would be an innocent little girl. She was for the first little while of her life, but when she started to get older and more beautiful her parents began to try and protect her more and more, afraid that she would be taken advantage of by the older boys. They locked her away inside their home and she was prohibited to leave except for class, and even then they were always watching. They were shinobi, they had their ways. While she was learning at the academy they watched, on her way home, they watched, and when she got home, they locked her up. One day on the way back from the academy she ran away, knowing that they would be after her shortly she moved as fast as she could. She didn't expect to be intercepted outside of the village walls as quickly as she was. She was taken by a man in dark clothes, his face covered by some sort of metal mask, and his hands coated with razor sharp claws. He grabbed her and disappeared into a cloud of smoke with her. She was fifteen at the time.

The man ravaged her in a cave far outside of the village, and he kept her there for days, the event traumatized the young little girl for life, broke a part of her and walls begun to form around her heart. The third day in she was able to sneak a claw from a chest the man kept in the cave while he was out, and when he returned for her, he tried to have his way with her once more, and when he did she did not resist for the first time, he egged her on, asking her why she didn't resist as she hugged the man close. Then, in a swift moment with the concealed claw, she slit the man's throat. Bathing in his blood as it showered down on her, she became a killer. She would forever more be a killer. She returned on her own to the ninja village, her clothes in tatters and found passed out a few miles from the gates, the search parties had not let up. Her parents were searching but just couldn't find her. The cave had been sealed from all jutsu types, it was impenetrable from the outside. The man had been good, and had been doing this in different areas for years. They took her back to the village and when she got out of the hospital, it was back to her old routine, but something in her was different. She started wearing her skin-tight clothes, and those who looked at her, she had the urge to kill. She became a vicious seductress with one thing in mind. Kill the filthy pigs of this world so that another girl would never be treated the same again. Beneath her twisted persona though, lies the little girl that existed once upon a time. Perhaps one day...she will walk again.

Jutsu's
Techniques:
Wall Climbing
Water Walking
Feeding Insects
Tidal Wave

Custom Techniques: None

Gear
Items (0 ryo): None
Custom Items: None

Mod Notes:
You have 100 Lines before Graduation

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Player Info
Played By: InuVash255

Character Name: Kaguya Shiori
Age: 14
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 128lbs
Appearance:

Clan: Kaguya
Role:
Sensory
Affinity: Earth
Village: Village Hidden in the Sound
Rank:
Genin
History: Shiori is not a girl who likes talking, she's a girl of action. As such, it is easier to talk about her by telling stories about her.

For instance, back in the Sound Village, she was infamous in the academy. You see, at one point, she was undefeated in sparring. No one could match her speed, strength, or ferocity. Aside from classes or demonstrations, she was never challenged because the other students were simply afraid of getting hurt. For a while, there was a dry spell; no class exercises, no demos. Despite the fact that she wasn't getting practise, her fellow classmates were.

Long story short, they got cocky. They began to think that their training rivaled her talents. One student made a challenge against her. He was number one in the class in win-count, he was hot stuff!

He laid down the challenge; under the watchful eye of a chuunin, they sparred.
He was a quick one, quicker than the out-of-shape Shiori.

He dodged. He dipped. He evaded every punch. He evaded every kick! Then he went on the offensive, and thats when he lost the fight. He reared back a mighty haymaker, and threw out his punch.

No one would forget that punch-

Shiori matched his punch with one of her own. Their fists collided in mid-air. It was intense, and explosive! At first, the crowd's eyebrows raised with excitement.

Then they contorted with disgust.

Loud crackling sounds echoed through the schoolyard.

The number-one's arm was an accordian, and Shiori hit a most dreadful note.

His pain-filled scream pierced the ears of the entire school-

Only one person had a thing to say-

"That was a snap."

Stats
Resolve

Jutsu's
Techniques: None
Custom Techniques: None

Gear
Items (200 ryo): None
Custom Items: None

Completed Missions:
None

Mod Notes:
You have 2000 Words before Graduation

Last Updated By - Zav

Player Info
Played By: Jaded_Fae_Witch

Character Name: Noriko Inuzuka
Age: 15
Height: 5' 1''
Weight: 122 lbs.
Appearance:

Clan: Inuzuka
Role:
Sensory
Affinity: Wind
Village: Amegakure (Village Hidden in the Rain)
Rank:
Genin
History:
Noriko comes from the a small percentage of non-refugees. Her parents and a small group of other Inuzuka freely chose to enter Amegakure with the intention of defending its population. Noriko was born into a world that was built from the ground up on misfortune. Her raising and training consisted of no delusions growing up, no blunted truths. Her parents were good people and better ninjas, but they were wanting as parents. They held high standards and reared Noriko to follow in their footsteps as a defender of their village. This could lead them to be harsh on their daughter and because of their expectations Noriko found little in the way of affection at home. She has never resented her parents for this, though, and has always and will always love and protect her village and those too weak to defend themselves.

Noriko will push herself mentally and physically to-and past-the edge if there is no one around to see her. When training in the presence of others she will insure she has enough energy to fight if it is necessary. Around people she is often the silent member, saying little and observing as much as possible. Grunts, nods, and curt replies are the responses people come to expect of her when she is working or concentrating. On her off time, she will often smile and actively interact with Eiji, her dhole canine ally, and the villagers of Amegakure.

Jutsu's
Techniques:
Basic tracking knowledge
Advanced Animal Knowledge
Chakra Climbing
Chakra Jumping
Wind Assist
Forgettable Face
Advance Acrobatic Knowledge
Mimicry
Side Step
Dead Air Palm
Heavenly Paradise

Custom Techniques: None

Gear
Items (350 ryo):
Pet Dog (Dhole)
Kunai
Shuriken
Smoke Bomb
Tracking Tags

Custom Items: None

Completed Missions:

Mod Notes:


Last Updated By - The Mule