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A City Of Fools Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 5:48 pm
Declined. You didn't show any of the qualities of the gobi, showing us that you dont know its restrictions or anything. You just submitted a random sample. Try again in three weeks.
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 10:42 pm
RPC Name: Mizax
RPC Element: ALL OF ZEM. (If I get accepted, of course.)
RPC Type: Taijutsu, Speed Ninja, Elemental Control
RP Sample: (( I think this was a bit sloppy, but yeah... ))
xxxxMizax awoke to the low voices of others near him, and was almost startled awake as he felt fingers begin to lightly sift through his clothing. Slowly he opened his eyes and sat forward, which the supposed thieves shied away from immediately. Each one of them looked almost fearful, since it seemed none of them knew exactly who he was. No matter, he would just introduce himself, since it wouldn't hurt. At the moment it didn't seem like any of them held any ill intentions, besides attempting to steal his stuff. It would have helped if he had kept his headband on, as well as most of his ninja gear, but he had felt like being lazy that day. One of the shinobi's hands went up to his chin and rubbed it slightly, affording a comfortable adjustment so he could think. It was around noon, since he could see the sun high in the sky through the trees, which meant that he had slept a solid fifteen hours. A rather surprising amount, but again, he was a light sleeper, so being out in the open wouldn't have bothered him in the slightest.
xxxx"So, ladies and gentlemen." Mizax began, eying each of them, and attempting to size them up. It didn't seem like they would be of any particular threat if they chose to attack, but looks were deceiving. There was at least one woman in the group, which he took a liking too immediately because of her looks. She looked as if she were in her late teens, and was graciously curved. It was a wonder that these men hadn't chosen to take advantage of her. Did they run by a code of honor, or laws? "Since you all seem to rush skinship, I would at least like you to learn my name before anymore touching occurs." He paused and looked directly at the girl, giving her a suggestive look. After which he performed a small bow, tucking his right arm under his stomach. "My name is Mizax, and only that." Each of them gave him a strange look as he finished, which grew even stranger as he straightened himself with a smile. The woman however, was too busy blushing, how was she persuaded into coming with these men?
xxxx"Yer a strange fella'." The first, and closest male said. It seemed as if he were the leader of the group, since he was holding a short blade with a steady hand. His eyes re-focused and trained on Mizax, showing him that he had no fear. 'Interesting.' Mizax thought, 'Let's just hope he doesn't try to attack us, that would be foolish. A loud breath escaped a muzzle inside of his mind. 'Such is the fate of those who foolishly tread after riches in the manner of thievery. However, retribution can be attained, however costly, through acceptance, and work.' The Gobi spoke, heard only by Mizax, due to his presence being within the body. 'I agree, but this man seems like he wants what I have, even though I may have nothing. If he had snatched my necklace, it would be worth a lot.' He replied to the bijuu within him, but received none back. A resolution to this conflict would be brought about by himself, and his companions.
xxxx'Alright, if this guy charges, I'll just incapacitate, or kill all of them, and the run with the girl. And since it seems like the first and foremost guy is untrained, he'll probably just slash at me. So, I'll break his arm and move on my way by knocking the rest out. Assuming of course, none of them are clever shinobi in disguise.' He thought, thinking of rather comical images of a ninja at the same time. A chuckle would have escaped, had the first man done just as he predicted. He charged at Mizax with the blade outward, slashing at him when within range. 'How disappointing. With trained movements he deflected the parry with a slap to the wrist, and immediately moved to the side of the man. He positioned his hands at the midpoint and forearm of the man's appendage, and pressed accordingly. Soon enough the man screamed, the bone audibly breaking with a quick thrust. He doubled over and fell to his knees, holding his arm to his body, crying. Mizax pulled out a container of water and opened it, taking a moment to drink from its contents. All the while his eyes were trained on the others, watching them with the strange Hyuuga-like pigmentation. When he finished, a breath of satisfaction slipped from his lips, and he put it away. The rest were still standing there, as if terrified by such a minor display.
xxxx"Well, I gave you all ample time to do something, so I'm afraid I'll just have to put more effort into it. Feel free to run, although it'll be useless." He said. Following through with his word he went after the next male. A light jump, followed by a solid kick to the man's head knocked him to the side, unconscious, leaving the woman, and the third male left. The last man was in the process of running as Mizax' feet touched the ground, moving back into action instantaneously. His figure appeared next to the fleeing man, delivering a quick chop to the back of his neck with his hand. He went down, and didn't move like the other one. As Mizax turned to deal with the woman and blade came out and struck his side. It would have gone straight through his abdomen had he not moved. He looked at the girl questionably, as she was now donning a rather revealing outfit, as well as a headband. "So you're my comical ninja in disguise, huh?" The girl gave no reply and attempted to pushed the blade farther into him. The effort was hopeless, as he was already out of the way, sighing. His milky white eyes glanced at the wound, fresh blood trickling out of it. She was really quite the sneaky person, attacking while he dealt with her incompetent friends. There was really no plan for that, since his sexual attractions towards her shot down any suspicion. When he looked back at the girl, she was still standing there, waiting for him to move. "Some say a good offense is a good defense. However, preparedness, and quick wit may trump all."
xxxxMizax frowned, tossing aside the Gobi's seemingly useless statement. Since the girl now obviously meant him harm, he was going to kill her. The end didn't justify the means, but it was how he go by in life. His hands exploded in a flurry of hand signs that ended with his index and thumb around his mouth. During the movement his eyes changed into that of a fiery orange, signifying his use of the katon element. Uttering the words, "Katon Goukakyuu no Jutsu," a large jet of flame flew from his mouth in the direction of the female shinobi. Just moments after he released it moving away from his position before the flame reached his female opponent. Gradually his eyes changed from a fiery orange to a deep blue, as he began performing another set of hand signs. Under his breath, the words came. "Kirigakure no Jutsu."
xxxx A fine, thick mist began to settle over the area, about the moment that the fire struck the area that the female shinobi had been. He would have lost sight of her, had he not been tracking her carefully with his eyes. As soon as the mist moved in and obstructed his view, and her, his eyes changed to the color of blue, one that seemed to crackle with lightning if one looked. His plan was working, for the most part, since it seemed that the woman wasn't experienced at all, at least to his point of view. She was maybe about Chuunin level, but still not quite a match for him. Mizax slipped from view and began to carefully performed another set of hand seals. "Yobigoe no Raikou no Jutsu" He spoke loudly, holding the last seal firmly. The mist began to move upward, becoming thicker and converging on itself. It gathered into the form of thunder clouds, and lightning began to crackle and travel within it. Instantaneously, lightning began to strike, moving to hit both him, his unconscious opponents, and the still conscious female. All he did was hide behind trees, moving when he needed to, to avoid being hit. He waited out the ten minute storm and appeared back where he left the girl. The unnatural events he forced upon the place were likely to attract attention, but that didn't bother him. Mizax moved over to the now visible body of the kunoichi, shaking his head at the girl. He was still bleeding from his wound, but it had stopped after some attention. However, the girl was badly burned by the lightning strikes, and it seemed she was struck several times. Bad luck, but it wasn't his problem.
xxxxWith a strange smile returning to his face, Mizax walked away from the scene, whistling a small tune. He needed to find another comfortable place to rest, since they had interrupted him. At least he hadn't been forced to use the stages of the bijuu's takeover. More destruction would have been brought upon the land than needed, although it may have still been avoided. Gobi was a smart wolf, most likely smarter than himself, but that would be for another time. Now, he just needed to rest again...
Demon Applying For: Gobi
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A City Of Fools Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2010 1:26 pm
Accepted. I expect you to keep your posts at a 300-500 word average or above for this. >>
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2010 2:10 pm
Fiiiiine.
Besides, that'll be easy. I've had Mizax for years, he was my first character, and I've made him malleable.
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 9:39 am
((Give me a while to submit my RP sample. I'm having a hectic schedule at the moment. It's almost half over tho... so. And I'm going to work on it today. Soo... maybe I'll get it done sometime soon. xD ))
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 12:49 pm
Oh god if you get a demon My job gets harder... XP
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 5:10 pm
Rpc Name: Freya Havok
Rpc Element: Doton
Rpc Type: N/A (I haven't really created her yet. My brother just told me to make the demon application first.)
Rp Sample: It was hell. That's all she could use to describe it. Japanese had no other words, and the three other languages she knew didn't stretch far enough to know such things. 'But hell is suitable enough…' She thought, staring down at her hands. She'd just been sitting innocently in her bedroom, quietly mussing about the days events. Then the window had burst open, and one of Freya's very nightmares had come in to take her away.
It was horrifying just remembering the experience. But memories and boredom-spawned riddles were almost all the entertainment she had around here, wherever "here" was. She didn't dare speak, not even to herself, unless pointlessly cursing or being spoken to first. It wasn't that she cared about courtesy—forget courtesy around these people—it was that anything she said could be heard by all of them. Anything she said could be heard by any of her captors, anything could be used against her or her Village. She narrowed her eyes and fiercely focused on her hands, an object of interest as of late.
Freya snapped her hazel eyes to look up at the stone ceiling. Her stomach hitched as she lay on the ground, desperately trying to convince herself to not be sick here. God no, anywhere but here she fought against the waves of nausea that were threatening to spill the contents of her stomach out onto the floor in front of her. A chill forced its way past the small black cloth she was wearing and she shivered goosebumps racing across her pale skin.
Lifting her hands up, she looked at the bindings around her slender wrists.
It was abnormal to bind a ninja's hands in front of them, but this was something special. The restraints were evidently meant for ninja because it bound the hands back to back. There was no way to do any sort of jutsu. She sighed, dropping her hands back onto her chest, a most uncomfortable position, but it wasn't as if she had any choice. Everywhere she laid was uncomfortable; the ache in her shoulder and the growing numbness in her back was her first clue.
She didn't have time to dwell on that any more as she heard footsteps approaching the door, her heart speeding up on cue as the door knob turned to reveal her kidnapper, and most likely, her death.
The door slammed open in front of her, casting a pale yellow glow of light across the floor, she squinted at the shadow moving towards her. The long cloak swayed with his movements as he approached until he was right in front of her prone, straining form on the stone floor.
Freya raised her bound hands to her face, hoping to stop the blow she half expected him to give her. That cold nothingness filled his face as he bent to look at her. He stood a moment later and Freya winced half expecting him to aim a kick at her exposed belly. Perhaps he'd stab her to death. God knew what the Akatsuki had on their minds when killing. Especially on someone who'd already killed one of their own.
Her mind worked fast. The room had no furniture but a metal bed that she wondered why nobody could have disposed of her on, instead of the blood stained floor. It would be another one of her fist-fights, but, once again, Freya would be the only one using fists. By then, she'd been smart enough to sit up with tense muscles, ready to zip to the other side of the room if he lashed out. But he never did. His mouth never moved, but his visible, eyes shone with the excitement of blood lust. Remembering how sick her stomach had turned when his hands were on her when he had kidnapped her, Freya immediately leapt up to the door.
He had foolishly left it open. She was about to escape, into what looked like an average hallway, lit by fluorescent, electric lights. She wasn't even four feet from the door, when his hand had lashed out and grasped her wrist. She yelped, twisting her body to aim a good kick at him, weak of not, men were still sensitive in one spot no matter if you were a civilian or shinobi.
"Where do you think you're going," He asked her, as Freya closed her eyes, against the white lights that danced across her vision from the aching goose bump that laid beneath her brown locks and the nausea that rolled around in her stomach.
"The bathroom," she replied innocently enough, blinking up at him, though she was trying her hardest to not touch him anymore than she had to. She squirmed adding to the effect that she did indeed have to use the bathroom. He starred at her with cold unreadable eyes, and released her, letting her fall to the floor with a loud crack. She hissed in the pain as he walked around her and to the door, "Go in you're pants. Nobody's gonna care. I'll just have to give you a sponge bath later," he commented, chuckling as he slammed the door shut, leaving Freya to slump back on the stone, and force herself to stop the tears that were leaking out of her chestnut eyes.
Stop crying A voice in her head barked out. Freya sniffled, trying hard to gulp down air around her tight throat. Freya knew it wasn’t her that was thinking, rather the thing inside of her. She had known for a long time that she was a Jinchuuriki of the seven tailed Bijuu. She doubted anybody knew she knew; she wasn’t going to go around saying that she was the Jinchuuriki. That would cause people to hate her. She liked being in the shadows, out of everyone’s view. It was comfortable there.
Freya strained her body to sit up as she looked around the room. She needed to get out of the binds first and foremost. The only thing in the room was the metal bed with a mattress on it. Nothing else. No blankets, not bindings in the room, no shards of metal. No nothing. She stood up and moved to the bed, climbing on it. It wasn’t a spring mattress. Just a cotton filled one.
Freya leaned her back against the wall, and dug her feet into the space between the mattress and wall and pushed against it, pushing it off the metal frame, until it fell on the floor. She smiled as she saw the spring coils wrapped around the metal bars of the bed. Perfect.
She climbed onto the flexible metal of the frame and leaned over, placing the leather next to one of the ends of the metal wire and began to rub her binds against it. She did that for a few minutes, before she pulled back and looked at the binds. The corner of her blood encrusted lips twitched upwards as she saw the leather begin to scratch and tear away. She went back to what she was doing, until there was only a thin layer of leather left. She hopped off the metal springs, and onto the mattress. She strained her body to pull the mattress up. It was heavy for her, even if she had her full strength.
She leaned it up against the metal bed so it was propped up length ways and moved behind it away from the door. Wiping her sweaty forehead against the mattress, she took a deep breath You can do this Freya. I’m here with you. and let a scream rip through her throat until it rubbed her raw, her veins popping on her neck. A few seconds later the door burst open, and she shoved the mattress as hard as she could against the person. Caught on by surprise, the mattress, it collapsed against the person. Freya shot forward, propelling herself up the mattress, over the person, and into the hallway.
She landed heavily on her heels, but didn’t stop for the pain to subside and ran down the hall. She needed to get the binds off, but she needed to take them by surprise. “THE NANANI IS ESCAPING,” A voice shouted after her. Freya’s eyes narrowed as two people showed up suddenly. A blonde in a pony tail, and a red head. She breathed in deeply, calming her mind, as listened as the Nanabi whispered in her mind step by step what she should do.
The blonde uses clay explosive jutsu’s. And the red head is a puppet user. the Nanabi said, as she felt power surge through her body. She began to zig zag through the hallway, gaining speed. The blonde looked like he was about ready to freak out, but the red head lifted his hands. Freya shot forward, stepping beside the two, and jumped, flipping over in midair, the front of her feet colliding with both of their necks. Finishing the flip, she groaned, pushing all her chakra into the center of her body, her knees, and ankles and swung downward pushing them into the ground.
She hissed in pain, as white flashes of light burst across her vision. Without pausing to see if that kept them down (more than likely, it wouldn’t. This was the Akatsuki) she shot down the hallway again. Straight into the arms of the a** that had stopped her from using the bathroom earlier. Her eyes widened as she starred straight into his violet eyes. A strand of silver hair fell into his face ending into his sadistic grin.
“B*tch,” he said, lifting her off of her feet. Freya squealed in shock, and lifted her knees to her chest.
“OKAY! NOW,” she shouted the Nanabi’s words, she pulled the leather binds off, the leather slapping the stone floor as she felt a rush of chakra pulse out of her arms and watched as the green chakra of the Nanabi wrapped around her fist as she pulled it backwards and snapped it forward straight into his face. The Nanabi was the third most powerful Jinchuriki when there was clay. Freya fell to the ground, and grinned, her hand touching the stone. It was mixed with clay. Her eyes hid in shadows as she grinned. The Nanabi’s element was clay. Fantastic.
Feeling a rush of power flow through her veins, she pushed chakra into the floor. At first nothing happened, but then the floor cracked loudly and splintered around her body. Chunks flew up around her body, as her chakra fluxed and pushed outward, creating a circle of pure chakra around her body. The clay began to form around her as six more Freya’s. The Nanabi clones.
“Find a way out,” she said, and at that, the clones took off running. Two with each other. A final one formed, for her, as she shot down the hallway, dodging around cracks in the floor. A clay kunai formed in her hand, as the trailed her finger’s along the wall, collecting the clay particles. Once she had the kunai in her hand, she tightened her grip around it, and ran around, looking for an exit. She opened a door and froze.
On the other side, blood red eyes starring at her was a man she had read, slaughtered his entire clan in one night. She stepped backwards away from him, before squeezing her eyes shut. An image of medusa rushed to her head.
Feeling nothing happen, she looked up and frowned. He was just standing there. She pushed her balls of her feet on the stone, hesitating slightly, before she turned and fled, looking behind her over her shoulder. He was still standing there, his eyes trailing after her. She shuddered confused and ran as fast as she could.
Suddenly a rush of information rushed into her head and she blinked. One of her clones was destroyed. She almost cried out in happiness. The clone was outside. Freya skidded to a stop and sighed gratefully.
Now… concentrate the Nanabi said. She closed her eyes and relaxed all her muscles; before she felt like every atom in her body was being pulled to a specific location. Then as quickly as it began, it stopped, and she heard the familiar sound of a breeze in the trees. She opened her eyes and felt her body tense up in happiness. Without wasting any time, the Nanabi over flowed her body with green chakra, and she shot forward up the field, towards the forest that surrounded their base(?) of operation. She reached the edge of the trees, when she saw something at the edge of her vision, and threw herself down onto the forest floor, behind a bush. A venus flytrap appeared in the exact spot she had been standing seconds before. Freya ceased breathing for a second, as she waited for him to turn his eyes and look directly at her. He didn’t.
He started to argue with himself and walk towards the base. When he was far enough away from her, she lifted herself into a crouching position and shot forward, faster with every second, feeling the Nanabi’s chakra and laughs of happiness touch her every nerve and muscle. She ran, and didn’t stop. One thought repeated in her mind over and over again. “How am I still alive?”
Demon applying for: Nanabi
Source of information: LinkSorry. I... uh... kinda got carried away. sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 11:10 pm
No offense..
We're looking for Quality not Quantity...
No matter how long a post is, it just gets annoying if it's not any good no pulls the reader in. So... Remember that.
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A City Of Fools Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 1:27 pm
Oh Fear, don't be mean. It was plenty good enough.
@Shira: Accepted.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 1:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 1:51 pm
Hey Shira, Fear is the new Greg lol
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 2:20 pm
kayavient_thundergod Hey Shira, Fear is the new Greg lol
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 9:29 pm
Not trying to be mean..
Sorry if I came off like that. However, I am just simply informing her.. I never said her post wasn't any good, I didn't even bother to read it. I just know I abhor reading long posts that suck.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 7:38 am
We all do Fear, we all do. Though my reason for not reading it is the font size. I hate reading long posts in small sizes...
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 10:49 am
Hinote Tosatsu We all do Fear, we all do. Though my reason for not reading it is the font size. I hate reading long posts in small sizes...
I hate making long posts in big sizes though... only because it takes up more room...
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@Fear- I see your point. I did apologize tho. I kinda... got carried away. xD
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