Collé

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RP Details


Gaian: 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: 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.

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Sound Village - Squad 1
--Doctor Cain Fuuma
--Collé

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Mod's Note:
3 Unclaimed DD Items.

 

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Level: 11

7656 /7800 EXP

Stats

Resolve

---Chakra: 6,500
---Stamina: 3,500
---Focusing: 5
---Toughness: 25

Taijutsu:

---Strength: 10
---Agility: 95

Ninjutsu:

---Seal Strength: 20
---Seal Speed: 125

Genjutsu:

---Intelligence: 75
---Will Power: 60

 

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Clan Abilities

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---Masters of Will
Any checks to shake off a Genjutsu De-buff placed by a member of this clan are much more difficult to remove than others.
+50 Power to all Genjutsu type De-buffs.

 

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Perks

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Chain

-Requirements: 75 Int
-Effect: For each time this perk is applied when the user successfully hits an opponent with an offensive technique, they may take an extra action. However the combo level of the next chain must be equal to or lower then of the chain prior. Also the activation/sustain costs of all techniques is equal to Normal Multiplier * Chain Lvl and suffers -50 accuracy * additional attack granted by the chain.
-Limits: The amount of times this perk may be taken is unlimited.

 

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Inventory:

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Jutsu List

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BASIC JUTSU:
--Uncanny Perfect Pitch--
--Symphonic Amplification--
--Fleet of Foot--
--Whetstone Sonata--

NORMAL JUTSU:
--Binding Restraints-- (10)
--Relay Strike-- (20)

CUSTOM JUTSU:

 

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--Jutsu Details--

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Basic Jutsu: (6 Slots open)

Uncanny Perfect Pitch
---Level: 0
--Style: Ninjutsu
---Affinity: Lightning
--Accuracy: 0
---Range: Self
--Effect: [RP effect]
---Description: Collé enjoys having the ability to identify pitches and notes with perfect accuracy. This is done because she is constantly surrounded by an invisible, light field of Chakra. Sound that enters that Chakra field provokes the energy to vibrate inaudibly. This vibration is intercepted by Collé's senses, and in turn interpreted into pitches much more accurately than the sound would otherwise be. Though for all intensive purposes, considered a mundane trait, this audio purification could be helpful when picking up sounds, or other frequencies that may otherwise be overlooked.

Symphonic Amplification
---Level: 0
--Style: Genjutsu
---Affinity: Lightning
--Accuracy: 0
---Range: Self
--Effect: [RP Effect]
---Description: Collé has the ability to amplify sounds that come from her immediate area, but not from her vocalization. This includes the most obvious, such as her Violin. She is also capable of amplifying the sound of other instruments she holds, as well as objects that create most natures of noise. She does this through actual mental wave-linking, using Genjutsu to allow others to hear the sound as cleanly as she is capable of hearing it herself. She cannot perform this action with her own voice, as it is neigh but impossible for someone to conjure the sound of their own voice in their head, and then translate it into the minds of others.

Fleet of Foot
---Level: 0
--Style: Taijutsu
---Affinity: Wind
--Accuracy: 0
---Range: Self
--Effect: [RP Effect]
---Description: When not under pressure, Collé can travel long distances by foot in shorter periods of time than most. This provokes her to not look for other means of transportation, using a mixture of body control and Chakra control to ensure that her endurance and speed remain at great amplitude.

Whetstone Sonata
---Level: 0
--Style: Taijutsu
---Affinity: Fire
--Accuracy: 0
---Range: Self
--Effect: [RP Effect]
---Description: Collé has no problem sharpening the deadly sword that lay on her Violin bow. She does this by playing brisk, fast notes, and then running the blade itself against the vibrating string. The heat and vibration keep the blade at extreme Keenness, and it's recent sharpening can be most easily identified with a red hot glow across the very temper-line of the cold-folded iron.


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Normal Jutsu sad 3 slots open)

Binding Restraints
---Level: 10
--Style: Genjutsu
---Affinity: Earth
--Accuracy: 10
---Range: Ranged
--Effect:
Defend(1/2)(5pts), Range(1)(5pts)
Costs normal activation to counter with this Jutsu and when countering passive effects go off before the attack hits whether the counter is successful or not.
---Description: Quickly forming chains of earth from the ground, the user causes these illusions to raise up and capture the arms of their opponent, stopping them from preforming hand seals as well as physically moving.

Relay Strike
---Level: 20
--Style: Genjutsu
---Affinity: Lightning
--Accuracy: 20
---Range: Range
--Effect:
Defensive Damage(750)(15pts), Range(+1)(5pts)
Deals 750+ Seal Strength(x2) Damage when you successfully counter by at least 10% with this Jutsu.
---Description: A illusion that causes all others to believe that the user is giving off surges of electricity, said electricity canceling out any attack that afflicts the user. Even at times flaring out at the attackers with an vindictive rage.


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Custom Jutsu:

((Level 5 Custom Slot OPEN))((Level 10 Custom Slot OPEN))(Level 15 Custom Slot OPEN))