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Name: Strife Rattan
His Goods: A silver bandanna with white aces embedded in it placed over his sleek, midnight black hair. His cheek has a large scar on it, which has a white bandage strapped in an 'x' upon it flatly, and a bullseye dart sharp toothpick between his white teeth. Across his neck, a large amount of gray colored cloth is coiled around carefully, stacking tightly atop each other to make him appear a lot stiffer than he is. Two stiff shoulder pads are placed atop his shoulders, with small golden tassels hanging off the end, swinging over his padded top with thick layers, making it tough to hurt his exterior with crushing blows. Over all this, he has a long black cloak made of a titanium polymer, making it not easily torn and cut, and a good defense for his backside. Both of his hands have gloves that cut off at his fingers with light metal lining the knuckles and the palm of them. A blade rimmed belt spirals around his padded brawler pants, and long buckle like straps hang off the ends of the sides, and the leg holes at the bottom where his light and maneuverable boots emerge with a metal plated sole. Though he is geared for all conditions quite heavily, it in no where halts him from fluid movement in battle. His weapon artillery includes his satchels on the artillery belt slung around his waist, and the cuffs that have weapons hidden in them in his gloves and boots, as well as the inside of his cloak. Things to the nature of shuriken, kunai, a long slender katana, smoke bombs, flash bangs, various poisons, daggers, and custom weaponry he has designed. One of these is the flare dice. They look like regular red dice, but when dropped and unnoticed, they can cause a quick fire by igniting the flammable materials within itself. Another of these is his deck of cards that have the ability to explode as well when touched correctly with his gloves, which set off the inner "fuse", thus causing an explosion. Strife's most favorite to use is his large metallic staff that can extend to a good length that is at least 5 times the size of his own 5' 10" stature. They can also snap into 5 different equal sections, or small unequal sections, and recombine easily with the special magnets on the inside of them. Also, the staff can send an electrical charge from it's inner workings to hurt the opponent severely, short circuit their nervous system, or cause them to pass them out. From the bottom of his boots, he can cause a set of razor spikes to extend, to help his gripping, or assist in his feet technique in battle. Inside the center of all his clothing, he has a thin set of clothing that goes across all his body that cools him with a special set of chemical freezing, so that he does not over heat. The last two weapons in his arsenal are his special Kusari Gama, a long, thin, virtually unbreakable due to it's dense thin nature, steel string attached to an extremely sharp sickle that can cut through some of the densest armory with a simple lash. This too can send an electric charge through the wire to dismantle foes. The last of his weapons is a long grappling hook that sharp end to grapple things with and a whip like wire that can clutch onto an opponent and send a charge just like any other one of his weaponry. Oh, wait, one more weapon called the sentinel boomerang. It's a large shuriken like weapon that breaks into small ones to chase after an opponent, each piece has a mini speaker in it that sounds a sound wave to disorient the opponent as well as cause deafness and such. The sound is so loud that it is sometimes inaudible, but still gets it's effects across, and can actually push objects away from it's surrounding area if used correctly and opportunely.


-Breaths- >_< Yeah, I made that up as I went. o:

Hurdy

His Clothes:
Head: Black Face paint
Torso: A loose black hoody, cloth so it makes no noise.
Arms: Black gloves with good grips on the bottom of fingers and palm
Waist down:Black sweater pants with two pockets on the left and right, Black boots with good grips on the soles

Weapons:
Side:
10 Kunai, placed on the back of his belt, and 5 smoke bombs in his pockets
Main: A sheathed Katana strapped to his back from left shoulder to right hip. Three throwning knives. A collapsable bow and 4 arrows.

Other Items:
8 meters of wire
4 Balloons
Whistle
box of matches

The forest ambiance took Strife by surprise, the last thing he could remember was being in his captivity cell, feeling the cold bars between his fingers as he awaited to be tortured and experimented on again. The fact was that he had been heavily drugged, knocked out cold, and then sent into battle over a dispute between respective organizations greedily trying to obtain more land.

In his hands, an obsidian gem crafted kunai lay with a small parchment of words trailing off on a papyrus.

Your surival, honor, and freedom is reliant on this battle. There have been various other ninja scattered upon the island, and the objective is to kill all others and be the last one standing. The winner received the island as a territory for their organization, and we will reward you with freedom.

Strife nodded and placed the obsidian gemmed instrument back into his cloak, and from his back took out one of his metal rattan bo, a special weapon of his artillery that was by far his favorite.

"Freedom without war is not justified." His eyes fell upon the patrol ships that lined the far outside of the battle proximity, ready to mow down anyone who ran.

Strife planted the metal rattan staff into the ground, and placed his forehead against it, while slinging out a small blade and snapping it into the tree to his left. His ear was now on the knife, and his forehead to the metal pole; the vibrations of the forest danced into his mind and he could hear them clearly.

"Someone is coming."

He flipped his rod out and put it back on his back, and then tossed a flare dice from his pocket out onto a clear place of ground. The mini explosion that it made sent a sort of echo in the forest, and would no doubt give away his location; or would it draw in his enemy. Over the hole, Strife placed a long set of waxy leaves, and dirt to make it look just like the forest floor.

"The trap is set, now to get him in it..." Jumping onto the knife he had placed in the tree, and using it as a step, he jumped up into the tree above. The knife was left in the tree with a long thing metal wire stringing from it, though invisible due to the lack of light coming through the canopy. There, in the trees, hidden, he awaited in the mask of darkness to strike.

[ This character's name is Strife ^_^;; But w/e]

Strife stood still with the wire in his hand, he could still feel what the tree could through it's roots, it was a matter of connection. Plus, his opponent had hidden in the tree just in front of him, easy enough to locate, but he had to place how he'd get the opponent subdued. Then, an idea struck him; quickly he drew his sentinel boomerang, and let it through the air, it's sound masked by it's own speed, it's path of target was the tree his opponent was standing on.

Thinking to himself, he planned his next move. ~ I've got to plan this carefully.~ The boomerang hit the bark of the tree, and it would be sent tipping forward towards his own. Strife tugged the knife out of the tree with the wire and lashed it upwards into another random tree, and swung towards it.

Under his breath, Strife murmured to himself, as the boomerang returned to him, obviously giving himself away again. He found it pointless to conceal any longer, and then jumped onto the tree he had been standing on at the top end of the tree , as opposed to the rooted end that came out of the ground in reaction to the first tree falling.

"Come out fighter! Your death is iminent!" He called out to where the ninja had hidden, and then held up his boomerang, and placed some earplugs to his small ears, complimentary to the following maneuver. The boomerang began to let out a loud, deafening nose. Then he tossed it out to the rooted end of the tree, and just sat down waiting for him to try and stop the noise.

Form his cloak, he whipped out the metal rod once more whittling away at the trunk of the wood in front of him as he awaited with slams, and strikes until it was quite thin.

The boomerang turned off, as Hurdy planned, and executed a very well thought out maneuver, except for calculating his opponent's move. Strife tossed a flare die into the tree that Hurdy was in with a badly aimed shirken aiming towards his face. Following this, Strife aimed his rattan bow in the air to kind of provoke Hurdy into landing on the ground to fight him hand to hand.

Strife knew something that Hurdy didn't though, after the boomerang was hit by a kunai, it broke into many smaller bladed projectiles, each with it's own speaker. They began to blast off noise once more, scattered along the initial tree that Hurdy had arrived on's body, which lay across the ground perpendicular to the one that Strife had initially hid at.