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Rpc Name: Katsumi Nagakami
Village: Cloud
Rank: Genin
Bloodline or Clan applied for:Hyoton
What you know about the clan/bl: That I can control and create Ice and snow. Oh! And use one handed hand signs
Rp Sample:Katsumi bounced upon the toes of her boots. Her body limber as she waited for the first robber to attack her. She'd been surrounded by common thugs who were under the assumption she was a common woman. The first of the group rushed her from the right. He was almost out of her sight, trying to be sneaky with his out stretched knife. She dropped low, bending at the ankles. Leaning back into a hand stand she held the sign of the dog with her left whilst her right held her in her movement. The chakra centered around her right foot, chilling the air as she came up to kick him. Ice wrapped its way around the heel and toe of her boot a she brought it up to the side of his face. In one swift motion she dodged and knocked him out cold.

She finished the flip, righting herself just a step before the man who'd been behind her. She spun on her heel, gaining momentum for a punch. The man tried to block, but the ice that circled her fist broke straight through his guard, and her powerful fist, straight through his face. She turned to see the last two, staring with amazed looks on their faces. The man on the left pulled a katana from his belt and the other a sickle and chain. The man with the chain twirled and tossed it at her, as the swordsman rushed her. She jumped back, allowing the sickle to claw the earth, missing her by just a hair to make it look like he'd almost had her. She stamped her boots on the ground, sliding her feet to cross. It mustabeen hamma time. The ground beneath their feet froze, sliding in the direction she chose. The two men fell towards each other, slipping and sliding. The swordsman was very much the amateur and didn't hold his sword properly, impaling his friend. He gawked, as his friend's guts spilled out all over his body.

Katsumi took a step back,holding the dog seal and trying not to giggle as he screamed bloody murder her way, yelling about how important his friend was and about how he was going to marry his sister and all other manner of tear jerkery. Katsumi shrugged and conceited that she was sorry for his loss, but that she had still attacked him. The swordsman dropped his katana, the sword sticking into the dirt and somehow standing at an angle, as katana are oft to do...but there was no sunset... so he was out of luck. He cried, dropping to his knees. "ZOMG NOOOOOOO!!!!!" HE lamented, pouring his very soul out in those tears. Katsumi couldn't help but feel terrible, and dropping her sign she made her way toward the man. He didn't notice a thing, too busy cursing the gods at his misfortune. She hugged him from behind, patting his head like a dog,cooing,"It's okay... it'll be fine... shush..." before snapping his neck. She then riffled through his things, finding some money for food and walking off to the nearest dinner.

There she ordered a cup of tea that was just too hot. So, she held her fingers above the cup as if she was sprinkling something, and so it was that snowflakes fell from her fingers, cooling the coffee. A man across the bar noticed her little trick and saw her for what she was: a very valuable commodity. Someone in the world would pay top dollar to control ice like she could. After she had finished her meal, she made her way outside and out to street, the man close behind. She looked over her shoulder, noticing the man's headband. Wow... ninja really need to come up with something else to signify them. This was just too obvious. She jumped, spinning in the air. When she was 180 degrees she threw numerous senbon made of ice at him,before finishing her spin,landing and running like hell. The ninja easily blocked them with a kunai, then tossing it after her. She ducked in the nick of time, lucky b***h, the kunai stabbing a man's arm. The civilian screamed in agony, clutching his arm, trying to pull the dagger. This cleared the stream, forming a sort of dirty oval around the two ninja; the boundaries made of crying people as they pushed away. She really didn't want to take any more lives today, making a series of one handed seals she raised a cage of ice around the two to protect the people, well sorta. She skipped back through the ice wall, passing right through it as her attacker lunched at her with some sort of flaming strike. She didn't really notice. Her form covered the various walls of the cage, like a fun house mirror gone horribly wrong. She just giggled as he tried to burst out. She slide out of the top of the cage, standing above the ice. She took a deep breath before forming another seal, and jumping, she turned the mirrored cage into a mist of ice shards.These she sent flying into the ninja trapped inside and making a terrible bloody mess of him. After she let the seal drop she cringed,"Ewww..", pushing his corpse into a gutter with the heel of her boot."Gross..."

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“Katsumi Nagakami!” The young shinobi jumped as she heard her name blaring over the speakers within the waiting room. She almost tripped over her feet as she scrambled toward the door, trying not to swallow her tongue as she gulped. She was a nervous wreak. Today was her first real assignment:a test the Yukikage posed to each new ninja that passed from the chuunin exams. “It won’t be as bad as Shu said...it can’t be that bad!”, she told herself again and again, screaming in her head. After her nerves had steadied, she pushed the high double doors open. The light from the open windows across the room blinded her for a moment; the pristine mountain of Yukigakure were brilliant this time of year. She rubbed her eyes, trying to focus on the others in the room. When her hands had fallen from her cheeks, she was greeted by the sight of her Kage, dressed from head to toe in a purple and pink jumpsuit. It left little to her scarred imagination. Her eye twitched from the pain for no kunai stung this deep. “Soooooo...” he gyrated his hips, Katie sorta throwing up in her mouth a little,”how do I look?” He batted his eyelashes. She just couldn’t help it, “I....That’s just awful.” The kage’s eyebrow jerked, exasperated by his newest chuunin’s lip. He threw a kunai at her, confident that she’d get away with a simple dodge. Light reflected off the kunai, blinding the kage for a moment. An exact statue of Katsumi stood where she once had, the bright white mountains reflecting against the icy mirror and the kunai’s frigid metal. She peaked out from behind the statue, “Alright fine.. maybe not that bad...” She smiled awkwardly, eyes telling of her deceit. The kage chuckled, “Well thank you. But that’s not all of your test, though it was a decent portion. Your second solo mission is one that was dropped upon my desk within the last few hours and maybe of the higher council thought it best you be given it, trying your skills.” He turned, walking around to his desk before the windows. He pulled a jacket to cover his eye bleeding-ly bad outfit, as well as tossing the file upon his desk. “A courier was sent several days ago to the neighboring sound village.... and as you might imagine, we’ve yet to hear back from him.” Katsumi understood perfectly, they’d had issues with Sound in the past. She picked up the file, softly skimming through it to find a picture of the man she was looking for. He wasn’t exactly the most handsome, but his short brown hair and muddy complexion weren’t unpleasing either. She smiled softly as she held his photo before looking back up to her kage. “And what if I should find him...”, she bit her lip, unwanting to speak of possible deaths to her fellow shinobi. The kage’s eyebrows knit, crossing his arms. “Then the Snow would need satisfaction.”

Katsumi was rather irritated that she didn’t have more to go on as she ran across the lightly packed snow. It was still snowing, had been for a couple days now, and yet it didn’t pack down. The powder was just just that, great weather for skiing in fact. A normal ninja wouldn’t be able to travel in such conditions, but for a snow ninja it was child’s play. She hardly had to think about using chakra to keep her grip she’d done it so many times. After several days of travel she made it to the boarder between countries. She unzipped her jacket, it was way too hot. She didn’t know how people lived in such conditions. Her feet felt so heavy as she trudged her way down the dirt path. “UGH!” She moaned, “So slow! How do they do this?” She remembered, “Oh wait! I’m not just any snow ninja, which can use Ice release jutsu restricted by far too many hand signs and the need for water to be present. I’m a Hyoton member. My abilities only take one handed signs, and no need for excess water to be laying around. I’m so lucky that I’m so sneaky... I don’t even have to recite jutsu names like a fool.” She smiled, remembering how awesome she was. She took of running, before jumping and landing to a slide of ice beneath her feet. She was so lucky to be great. A normal snow ninja would only be able to use such a skill on the battlefield for dodging, since it needed more chakra from them and outside water. But she liked to use in much in the way of Shawn Ashmore in that one movie. She slide along the ground, skating on her “ice board” until she came upon a gate house with a note upon it.

There within she lucked out with a total author ex machina. She snuck up to the gatehouse...huh? Don’t ask why. It’s her story. She knows how it all works out, duh! So anyway, she snuck up to the gatehouse’s window, peaking through in true cartoon fashion where someone peeking cannot be seen from inside, but is in plain sight. There in she saw the messenger with a battery attached to his nipples by jumper cables as a sound nin zapped the crap out of him while playing Justin Beiber. Truly this was what hell looked like. First thing was first, she needed to get rid of that music. It was terrible. She sucked on her tongue for a moment, getting enough saliva to spit well. She hocked a good shot onto the boombox after flashing three quick signs with her right hand, the gob freezing on impact and breaking the speaker. The sound nin was freaked the f**k out, looking everywhere...except the window, due to established cartoon laws. Katsumi, pulled away from the window just as her rule’s safety net collapsed, he poked his head out just enough to have seen her at one point. She quickly flashed a one handed series of signs, crafting a clone of ice before the door in a puff of icy white smoke. The clone bust through the door, taking the ninja by the window off guard. The nin pulled a knife, stabbing the fake shinobi,laughing to himself. “HA! You stupid fool! You cannot hope to defeat me...”, the rest of his monologue Katie didn’t feel like listening to. And neither did the clone, punching him with a strong right hook. The ice clone couldn’t preform any jutsu or anything, but it did have staying power. The ninja dropped his kunai as he was sent toppling backwards. Katie jumped into the building from the window, hand seals already finished. The arrival of an other ninja startled the sound nin even more so, unable to grab his knife for a moment as he fumbled for it, struggling to get back into the fight. By the time he’d grabbed the knife and looked back up, the two Katsumis were standing side by side, a group of swallow shaped ice kunai floating about the two. The soon to be dead ninja cried to himself as the screen does a quick black cut away, stealing the kill from the audience.

The screen cuts back: Katsumi, the bloody, battery n****e messenger(still attached), the Kage, and a bear all sitting by a pool next to a snowy mountain in swim suits. The Kage looked over at the cute girl in the snow resistance bikini, “So...Katsumi.... whatever did you do to the man who attacked him?” With a close up on her face, “You could say I...”, she pauses as she slides a pair of sun glasses into place, “put him on ice.” YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

(So, in these two RP samples...I’ve showed how combat works, I did several jutsu that have more to do with a village than with a blood line and I made a CSI miami reference. Isn’t that enough?)