Post by Ketsueki Sora on Jun 8, 2009 16:11:07 GMT -5
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Character Information |::
Character Information |::Ketsueki Sora
Type: Original
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Status: Single
Interest: None
Face Claim: Prince from ½ Prince
Appearance:
With an excessively masculine frame and no desire to distinguish herself as a woman, Sora is mistaken for a boy frequently. Her body is tall at about five feet and eleven inches with the wiry muscles that resemble an adolescent male’s. She is fairly slender underneath all the armor she wears with a powerfully set skeletal structure to further offset her feminine characteristics. Her arms and legs are well-toned and elongated to match her long meticulous fingers. Her collarbone is more prominent and thicker than the average woman’s, as with all her other bones, and when she holds her stately posture erect, it appears rather princely.
Hard set and determined ruby eyes sit directly above a pair of prominent cheekbones. The remaining features of her face are angular and elflike, including her nose, chin, brow, and pointed ears. White-blonde locks fall in a thick feathered cut to the nape of her neck. They have volume and health in them, though Sora does very little else to them. Her moderately full lips have developed a very slight, permanent frown in them, to offset their rosy coloring.
Her snow-white skin flushes easily in her face and throughout her body due to how quickly her blood can move. Because her clan devotes special importance to the healthiness and extended functionality of the liver, the bones, and the marrow within them, the blood that flows through her body is very plentiful and powerful. Her chakra is primarily devoted to this enhancement. This specification of chakra usage and placement results in a dramatically increased metabolism. In short, she eats a lot.
As for her bust and other normally feminine features, there is little body fat left for them to use. She burns all the calories she consumes so quickly that her hips aren’t well padded, and her bust is virtually nonexistent. Of course, in previous years, she was prone to binding what bust she did have for her training, and did so so zealously that it actually caused her breasts to shrink and flatten further. At this point, she has ceased any need to strap them down excessively, for they are probably only A or B cups now.
Clothing wise, Sora devotes no time to “cute.” Her worry is functionality, stealth, and armor. She wears fairly lightweight tarnished steel shoulder, knee, and chest guards, as well as a pair of grayish leather gauntlets. This is because if she bleeds in a weakened state, she will no longer be able to use her chakra to regulate her blood-flow, and she will lose massive amounts of blood. Underneath these armor pieces, she wears simple black leather legging-pants to which the knee guards are firmly already secured (this means she doesn’t have to belt them on separately). A black leather-linen blended hooded jacket is fixed underneath her gauntlets and shoulder guards (the gauntlets are separated from the jacket like a massive pair of fingerless gloves, while the shoulder guards are attached in a similar way to the knee guards) but over her chest guard. This article of clothing has a silver zipper in the front, coupled with two small pockets (one on each side of the zipper) with their own zippers to keep them held shut. Within these pockets lie various items (see weapons section). A great silver cross is fixed over the zipper to her jacket. On the back, a large silver kanji for “ketsu” is located. Underneath the breast plate and jacket is a white linen shirt to keep her from chafing. A belt is fixed in place to hold her hip pouch and black katana. Her boots are the average shinobi’s, onyx in color. Finally, she keeps her headband tied around her neck like a firm scarf to protect her jugular more than anything else. At times, she will tie it around her forehead, but only during ceremonies or when she really has to.
When strolling around casually as a civilian, she is still less than girly. Her heavy armor is taking a break, so she uses a different leather jacket and britches without the attached guards. Everything else remains relatively the same, though the kanji on her back this time is that of “sora.” In this state, she will most certainly wear her headband around her neck.
Personality:
[Note: For more info on male and female roles in the Ketsueki family, please see history. Thank you. ^-^]
Meh, teenage angst. Need I say more? No? Well, too bad.
The Ketsueki family was always known to cling to tradition, for without it, they were certain to become extinct. Thus, when Sora veered away from the path set for her, her relatives were none too happy. It also did not help for her to have been the daughter of the head of the house. As the potential female heir, it was her duty to follow the female path in fighting technique, behavior, and chakra usage. It really wasn't her fault that she downright sucked at this. Not at all.
As a young girl, she was the very least graceful and dainty. She liked getting dirty and playing with her male friends as a toddler. Her parents foolishly dismissed this as a simple phase she would grow out of eventually. However, as the years flew by and they became tighter with their restrictions around her, Sora became quite the delinquent, ditching class to learn more of the male techniques while the other girls learned specialized and generalized kunoichi training. When her knowledge of these areas truly started to matter in the ways of testing and the like, Sora constantly failed. Her punishment for such embarrassing disappointment was severe physically and emotionally. Her parents despised her in this regard, which did nothing to build Sora's confidence in her female abilities.
As her family gradually began to see her as a lost cause and replaced her with other potential heirs, Sora's gained freedom allowed her to finally embrace her fighting style. Though her parents refused to help her directly, she still gained assistance in the ways of the family through her less-than-strict elders and contemporaries. She soon found that the only true method of expresson was her combat style, and in this she developed her first nindo: follow your passion no matter what the obstacle. She immersed herself in training and drifted further away from her family.
Around non-relatives, Sora remained too reserved and quiet to make a relavent difference. Her clan's nature was very separate from outsiders', and this caused her style of thinking to differ from the average young shinobi's. Emotional restraint, discipline, tradition. Seemingly normal traits to expect in a ninja, but in Sora they were magnified to such a degree that she seldom shared conversation or information with anyone else. She lacked her own identity, so there was really nothing to tell. Even though she had succeeded in rebelling against her family, she only then knew how to train. All she had done was alienate her one connection to other human beings, and in doing that, she withdrew into herself.
She became the tall, dark, and silent type. The very nature of what she was, a person willing to participate in nothing short of cannibalism, kept others at bay. In her team, she was the quiet watcher. The "secret weapon" should any mission have gone awry. Only those who knew her even less cared to think of her. After all, she wasn't bad looking. That coupled with an air of mystery resulted in at least a couple of immediate fan girls.
Now after a twisted history of rejection and apathy, she has at least learned how to manage a situation without completely pissing someone off. She calcuates excessively at times, and can easily get lost in her thoughts, while other times she will completely forget to stop and contemplate and simply carry herself fully through a situation on pure gut feeling. Whichever is more likely to lead to her survival...and entertainment.
She is what she is, and that is a member of the lurking "blood" clan. She comes off as creepy, and most of this instinctual feeling a fellow shinobi will have around her is correct. She is dangerous. She is difficult to approach. She does enjoy the sweetly metallic taste of fresh blood in her mouth, and the warm, gushing sensation as it splashes over her body. Even the tiniest trickle from a little knife wound gets her adrenaline pumping and her thirst for that sweet essence of life irresistable.
Her male appearance is easily mistaken by average girls and unintelligent kunoichi, but she sees this as more comical than frustrating. She finds girls cute, but lacks the patience to truly fall for a girly-girl. Unbeknownst even to her, all she really wants in a match is someone to make her feel useful but covered. A true partner relationship, where she mustn't always be the strong one. She has yet to experience such a find. Nor does she waste too much energy searching.
Despite all of this deceit and outward appearance to advertise her inherent "evil" nature, Sora is a woman. She cannot completely hide the gentle side that most women have for one thing or another, and will secretly become emotionally connected to things she should not be. Call it a mistake of her upbringing, but Sora's traumatizing childhood has caused her to, deep down, feel more than she should. She resents her family for how she was raised and her lack of ability to express her feminine side, but has no other method of self display than her combat skill. Perhaps this is the reason for her misplaced emotion.
So, as a quick summation of that long bit of info, Sora is a few things: reserved, introverted, calculating, masculine, prone to loss of attention, dedicated to her fighting style, in lack of a lasting relationship with anyone (especially her family), repellant of others, and clumsy in all things noncombat related (this includes domestic and social). When taken out of her comfort zone (which is combat), remember that Sora will often lose traces of her aloofness and panic as she is reminded of her days in the academy under kunoichi training.
History:
~Before Birth~
The Ketsueki is an ancient and secret clan created as a living shrine to the essence of all animal life: blood. They dedicate their well-supplied systems of chakra to its enrichment, replenishment, and manipulation. Even before birth, members of the clan begin to use the special powers infused in their blood, thanks to their kekkei genkai, to development strong bones, circulatory systems, and livers. For from strong bones comes healthy marrow, and from healthy marrow comes nourished blood. The liver, producer of the plasma element in blood, is taught to rapidly multiply its supply from the very moment it forms in the woom.
As a result from the immense discipline in the ways of the body and unnatural control of the processes within, the Ketsueki were able to develop their own fierce brand of jutsu. A simple cut, and the powerful blood infused with their very chakra will bend to the ways of its master, used as a weapon, defense, or even an illusion. Many born into the clan went on to be medics, as they knew better than many (if not all) how the body ticked. Especially talented members of the clan were able to manipulate the blood in others, to certain degrees. They could even strengthen themselves by concentrating their essence in different places of the body. However, it all came with a terrible price.
As the blood of the clan continued to spill frivolously, their needs grew. No longer could their own bodies, even with the help of kekkei genkai and specialized chakra usage, provide all the blood they needed to perform their outrageous jutsu. So, they simply had to compensate. As a member of the clan, one is born with the AB positive bloodtype. This allows him to "receive" blood from any chosen donor with absolutely no foreseen negative outcome. And so they "took" it. The clan lived in the shadows, cloaked with mystery, so nobody dared oppose them no matter how many innocents they drained of blood. Cannibalism. Even the smallest babe of the Ketsueki clan knew what human flesh tasted like. And more often than not, they enjoyed it greatly.
But how, might one ask, did these corrupt demons remain so powerful? Tradition. The fighting and life styles of the clan were split into two parts: the female and the male. Males were the warriors. They dedicated themselves to training that would make stronger, faster, and more powerful, able to protect the clan from angry outsiders. Females had to reproduce. The unborn knew so well how to channel their chakra because they were taught by special techniques passed down through the females of the family. Female parts had to be enhanced years before puberty even started. From birth, the eggs a girl was born with had to be given instinctive priority so that the resulting babes would be able to utilize the kekkei genkai to the best of their abilities.
Despite their cautious undertakings, the Ketsueki could not hold out on their jutsu forever. As a bloodline trait based around bloodtype and capacity, it was virtually unstealable, so they were among the first targeted in Kirigakure when the hunt of the kekkei genkai holders began. Through a dense combination of fear, bribery, blackmail, and deep political networks, the clan remained relatively untouched.
This was the world of violence and deceit that welcomed the first breaths of Sora Ketsueki.
~Early Life~
The first daughter, second child, of the head of the Ketsueki Clan, Sora was destined for great things. When born, she was seen as particularly healthy and promising. Her parents were thrilled, as was her five-year-old brother Seto.
However, as Sora grew older, her mind began to wander, as with every child's. She idolized her brother and liked to play with the boys because their games of tag and wrestling were more fun than boring old house and tea parties. The girls in the clan would have been freer to play as well, but they had been told by their mothers to treat the leader's daughter with respect and chose to heed their warnings--the boys did not and played freely in her presense. Before Sora even bothered to notice the difference between the two sexes, she had become engrossed in the gruffness and simplicity of the male way.
She became athletic. She liked being competitive and outgoing with her male friends, and established herself as a clear show off to the ladies. When her parents finally decided to step in, lest she become too masculine to channel her chakra properly, she was already too deep. Sora was forced into more female chores and activities, as well as mini training sessions and pre-schools for the feminine techniques needed to properly sustain the clan. Sora hated these lessons: all they were was boring old work and discipline for something that she didn't even really understand. The other girls, used to sitting around playing "mother" all day, couldn't wait to become ones.
Sora failed at every preschool activity, including flower-arranging, tea ceremonies, dance, song, manners, grooming, and cooking. Each time she tried something, her heart just wasn't in it, and her lack of attention would cause a massive, often dangerous, disaster to upset her teachers. When she returned home, her parents were there waiting for her, ready to give her the spoon, the strap, the floorboard, or the switch branch...whichever suited them that day. If Sora bled from their beatings, she was expected to heal herself, even though it requires especial chakra control in the clan to heal one area.
Her brother was often her only refuge. He seemed to understand or at least pity her, and sometimes in the dead of night he would wake her and teach what he had been learning in the academy, or from the other members of the clan. She was soon practicing the most advanced, top-secret techniques in the clan, saved only especially for the male-heirs, without even realizing it. And, surprisingly, she was good at it. She learned from these techniques how to channel her chakra in a male fashion, and soon began to do it of her own accord, essentially switching her gender role in the clan right then and there. She was not discovered until much later however.
~Academy Years~
It was during her time at ninja school that Sora truly learned what she was doing and began to consciously defy her parents. She tried to learn what the academy taught, but could not follow as easily, for in some areas she was far behind and others too far ahead. Her teachers, eventually watched and directed closely by her family, encouraged her to be more feminine, lest they suffer the Ketsueki wrath. She continued to seek help from her brother, the only person she deemed worthy of her trust. But he was a full-fledged shinobi now, and so she saw less and less of him as he rose through the ranks.
When Seto had reached a point where he very seldom came to teach her new jutsu, she started to rebel even further. She no longer cared whether her parents beat her or not. Having lost any fear in the consequences, she decided to begin ditching school to practice her real jutsu. She brought friends as well, and continued spending most of her days in the academy getting chased down by teachers. In a way, this was better training for becoming a ninja than sitting in a classroom all day, which Sora realized early on and used to her advantage to try out new jutsu.
The other students in the academy could view Sora as several different things. Those who were wise saw her as a Ketsueki and left it at that, not wanting to get involved with such a dangerous form of kekkei genkai holder. Others turned up their noses, finding her to be nothing short of a mockery to the academy who did not deserve the attention given to her. And still others became her personal fans. Most of these were girls who found Sora to be an exotically beautiful icon, both strong and rambunctious, two things that constituted her as a sort of “bad boy” to them. A secret fan club developed in the school, though she never learned of their existence herself. Oftentimes, it was for this very reason that she was not caught by her fellow classmates.
When the final exams finally came (the new kind...after Zabuza’s influence), Sora excelled in taijutsu and ninjutsu beyond most everyone else in her class. However, she nearly failed her genjutsu...which earned her plenty of heat from her parents. Despite this, she earned her head-band and was established as a graduate of the academy. She was assigned a team away from her renegade buddies, stuck with one suck-up boy who hated her every move (Nakamura Yozu), and one quiet indifferent boy (Yamada Kosuke). Her team leader was a Takimochi Ryamyu, a jounin with no other notable abilities than his strategizing expertise. After initial crippling complaints from Yozu, Kosuke and Sora decided to tie him up somewhere and stash him while they completed a test very similar to that of the bells. They were awarded a passing grade for properly judging when to turn against their own teammate for the betterment of the mission.
~Genin Years~
Missions made Sora forget about her family problems. She paid little attention to what went on at home while she was out on missions with her gang. Though she hated their strategist Yozu, he was better than any amount of chastising from her family.
They were given normal Genin missions, easy with nothing of notable interest popping out at them. The team, once they had ironed out initial issues, began to run like clockwork. Sora was the medic and back up ultra-weapon, while Yozu the strategist and Kosuke the vanguard took care of most of the frontline work. This was not because the other two thought of her as weaker, but because they feared her very involvement in their missions. Once she started something, very much like in her renegade missions in the academy, she seldom got out without making things more violent and difficult than necessary. And, just as a general rule, she creeped them all out excessively, as her appearance and attitude were nothing short of silently menacing, reflecting her inner strife.
When the chuunin exams finally came into play, her team was eager to enter the course. After a long journey to the Village Hidden in the Clouds, she and her teammates were ready to compete for their shot at becoming chuunin. The first round, based upon intelligence and strategy, was not her strong-suit, as she had missed far too much class in the academy to understand any of the knowledge presented to her. So...she cheated. Using one of her most advanced techniques, she coerced the blood to gather in her ears, devoting chakra to that one point on her body. Her focus allowed her to listen to the pencils writing on the tables. She searched the room for a seemingly appropriate specimen and mirrored the pencil movements she heard precisely. The resulting paper, however correct it may have been, allowed her to pass to the next round.
Meeting back up with her teammates, they entered a dangerous mountain pass to serve as the second round. Within they met some old members of the Ketsueki Sora fan club, who seemed overly happy to see Sora, much to the others’ chagrin. Sora was glad to have a couple moderately skilled kunoichi at her disposal because of this. This was all Sora saw them for...tools to use in getting what she wanted. She had no capability to think any other way. They passed the second task with ease, coaxing the teams of female fans to hand over their needed scroll.
The third round promised to be a breeze for Sora, who lived on sparring day-in and day-out. Her two teammates were pitted against each other the first round, with Kosuke coming out on top, thanks to his quiet understanding of all of Yozu’s possible strategies. Meanwhile, she faced off against a Genin from Konohagakure, nearly losing to a fantastic display of genjustu, her primary weak point. She finally pinned the she-devil down with a nasty taste of her blood whip technique, becoming wrapped tight enough to crush her into a great mess of blood. A proctor had to call it quits before she died, for Sora had difficulty controlling her thirst for blood after using so much of her chakra to finally still the girl. It was Kosuke who snapped her out of it long enough to make her let the passed out kunoichi go and be declared the winner. This act alone should have banned her from becoming a chuunin, but arguments from her sensei convinced the proctors to give her one more chance in proving herself in control. From that moment on, Sora vowed never again to let her inhuman thirst for blood and victory cloud her better judgment.
Her second match was against Kosuke. It was a different situation for him than with Yozu: Sora had not often fulfilled her place as powerful back up. He knew nothing of her secret attacks. He did, however, know her weaknesses quite well. He used his very best genjutsu against her, confusing the direction of her chakra until she was too exhausted to think straight. She feigned a knock-out long enough to grab hold of him though and carry out her blood seizing jutsu, clamping down on his neck with her unnatural fangs and sapping the blood and chakra from his very core. As the crowd watched restlessly, he turned paler and paler, while Sora refused to stop. She could have drunk enough to kill him, but then somewhere she remembered herself in the frenzy of blood, and regained control over her ecstatic self and detached from him on her own. Standing back, licking her lips, and feeling almost fully rejuvenated, she grinned evilly at the crowd as Kosuke staggered. She caught hold of him with her whip justu and beat him til he was safely out for the count. Their strategies were commended and both received ranks as chuunin, but Kosuke never spoke to her again after that. Being fed upon had severely changed him and his attitude toward Sora.
~Chuunin Years~
While out on a mission one day, Sora received a distress message from her parents. She nearly didn’t return, but remembering the clan and brother who had raised her with love and gentleness pressed her to go. She came too late.
Arriving on the manor of the main house, she found corpses strewn everywhere. Without even shifting her chakra she recognized the mixed smell of battle-used blood and truly spilt blood. She searched glazed over horror as the faces of her kinsmen were distorted in grotesque, hideous shapes. Had her senses not been so fully dulled by her childhood, she would have broken down crying right there. But they were numbed, so she continued hesitantly forward into the house.
The corpses became increasingly familiar as she journeyed on until finally she came to the place of her own father’s body. His throat was slit creatively: he had had no chance of surviving. Still, she noticed his fangs protruding and a large number of dead enemies around him. For the first time, she realized that these enemies were actually fellow shinobi from the Mist Village. Why had their brothers—their comrades—attacked them?
Sora’s attention was diverted by a hacking noise in the corner of the room. When she glanced upward, her heart nearly stopped. There in the corner, guarding the entrance to the secret safe house cellar where women and children were to hide in emergencies, was the mortally wounded body of Ketsueki Seto. His eyes fluttered back and forth from consciousness and unconsciousness as his sword, Kumori, lay useless by his side. At this image, Sora’s emotions finally broke through her apathetic air of disbelief. She cried as she approached his battered form and lifted him up into her arms.
She whispered his name until he answered her. He recognized her the first time, and was relieved to see her safe. He told her that the kage had sent the shinobi over to exterminate the Ketsueki, as their creative maneuvers had finally ceased in helping them. Their reputation as man-eaters had caught up with them. He told her that few of the women remained, and that any men who survived were those off on missions at the time, like her. She wept for him, and he comforted her, asking her to take care of the clan despite her past grievances with it. He asked her to take them somewhere safe to recuperate and to do whatever their mother asked. She promised him this, and Ketsueki Seto, the male heir to the Ketsueki clan, passed on. In his honor, she took up Kumori, the pride of the house.
Sora later found her mother and a few other Ketsueki women and girls locked inside of the cellar. She delivered the head of the family’s final message, and her mother agreed to gather the remaining members of the clan that night and direct them in their exodus from the Village Hidden in the Mist.
She led them to the safety of Konohagakure, as her mother’s tattered emotional condition was no longer fit to lead. The ruined clan found refuge with the hokage and hoped to come to some agreement. She was a newer kage, completely buried by other matters that needed attending, however, she agreed to let Sora’s clan remain in Konoha on the condition that they contribute at least one ninja to her forces. When Sora reported this to her recovering mother, the woman entered a frenzy of anger at their position, eventually calming down and allowing Sora the role of such an ambassador. Her reasoning was that she was not in any position to help reproduce in the clan, due to her "poor" choices in chakra usage, and therefore was of no use other than to become the working ninja of the clan. She agreed to this, realizing that her mother had finally found the equivalent to disinheriting her.
Despite these drawbacks, Sora vowed to carry out her position with honor as she promised her older brother. After proving herself as trustworthy, she was accepted as a Chuunin in Konoha after much debate. She would not fail. For the sake of her clan and Seto’s legacy.
Chakra Element: Water primary / Earth secondary
Rank: Chuunin
Affiliation: clan formerly affiliated with Kirigakure, but recently moved to Konohagakure
Weapons:
In her jacket pockets...
~Blood increasing pills
~Military rations pills
~Scalpel-like Knife
In her leg pouch...
~Kunai
~Shuriken
~Metal Threads
In her hip pouch...
~Scrolls (messages + summoning)
~Fast first aid supplies
~Extra kunai, shuriken, metal thread
Elsewhere...
~Tanto knife in its own case concealed on the back of her shoulder
Weapon Name: Kumori
Type: sword--specifically, a katana
Properties: Blade is a blend of chakra metal and obsidian. Length of 3 feet (2'6" blade and 6" handle). Weighs 3 pounds. Blade is 2 inches wide.
Character: Ketsueki Sora
Description: Located in its sheath at her belt, Kumori is an midnight black sword constructed of a blend of obsidian and a special metal that can be used to hold and manipulate chakra through the blade. Used in many of her Blood Jutsu techniques.
Known Jutsu:
***Note: Canon jutsu I just copy + pasted from Narutopedia. I asked Monsun if that was allowed, and she said to just see if Saska and others approved. I'll change if it violates the plagerism rules. ^^" Also, I don't want Sora with a non-blood jutsu of any rank higher than C at the moment because of her training, but I'm no judge of the unknown ranks. So, er, if it looks too powerful for her, even though the rank's unknown, do tell.
Ninjutsu
~ Hidden Mist Technique [Kirigakure no Jutsu] :: This jutsu envelops the surrounding area in a dense mist, reducing visibility within the affected area. The density can be controlled by the user, allowing them to create a mist so thick that even they can't see through it. No hand seals. D-rank, Supplementary.
~ Water Clone Technique [Mizu Bunshin no Jutsu] :: The Water Clone Technique is similar to the Shadow Clone Technique except it creates clones out of water. Like the other solid clone techniques, the clones can be used to preform tasks the user is unable or unwilling to do for themselves. The range of the clone is limited however, it can not travel very far from the original body. Like other clone techniques, if the water clones are injured enough they will revert back to normal water. Hand Seal: Tiger. C-rank, Supplementary.
~ Tornado of Water [Mizu no Tatsumaki] :: A technique that utilizes water to create a spinning water vortex around the ninja. The water acts both as a barrier and attack mechanism. The power of the vortex is enough to knock an opponent unconscious. Hand Seals: Ram, Horse, Bird. Unknown rank, Offensive, Defensive, Supplementary, Short to mid range (0-10m).
~ Water Prison Technique [Suirô no Jutsu] :: This jutsu is used to trap a victim inside a virtually inescapable sphere of water. The only downside to this technique is that the user must keep at least one arm inside the sphere at all times in order for the victim to remain imprisoned. Clones can be used in place of the actual person, provided that the clone is the one that performed the technique. This jutsu can't be performed without a sufficiently large body of water to supply the water for it. Neji Hyuga has been able to use his ability to release chakra from all of his pressure points to disrupt the flow of chakra inside the prison and break free. Despite the fact that the prison is made up entirely out of water, and the target is unable to move while within it, the target is still able to speak. However, the one imprisoned still has to maintain the ability to breathe. Hand Seals: Snake, Sheep, Tiger, Horse, Snake, Rabbit, Horse, Snake, Rabbit, 2 Palms Out. C-rank, Supplementary, Short range (0-5m).
~ Water Release: Bullet Technique [Suiton: Teppōdama no Jutsu] :: A Water Release technique where the user gathers a large amount of water in their mouth and then shoots it out as a spherical projectile. When Gamabunta uses this technique the second time he was able to spew out more than one sphere of water, without any loss to their large volume. Hand Seal: Tiger. C-rank, Offensive, All ranges.
~ Water Release: Stormy Blockade [Suiton: Haran Banshō] :: This jutsu allows the user to summon a wave from the sky. This jutsu can be cancelled in an instant. Hand Seals: Ox, Boar, Rabbit, Dragon, Snake, Boar, Tiger, Rat, Tiger. Unknown rank, Offensive, Short range (0-5m).
~ Water Release: Underwater Motion Technique [Suiton: Suichuu Undou no Jutsu] :: This technique allows the user to propel themselves through a body of water by using their chakra. While underwater, this technique will also partially mask their presence. No hand seals. Unknown rank.
~ Water Release: Violent Water Wave [Suiton: Mizurappa] :: Water gushes out from the mouth like a waterfall and washes away the enemy. One can freely control the power of this technique with the amount chakra one releases. Having many variations, this is a basic Water Release technique. No hand seals. C-rank, Offensive, Short to mid range (0-10m).
~ Water Release: Water Cannon Replica [Suiton: Kyanon Repurika] :: This jutsu enables the user to control surrounding water and moister much like Gaara controls his sand. It can be used to block most incoming attacks, bind or drown opponents, and shape the water into various attacks, allowing the user in conjunction with the Summoning Technique to allow water-based summonings to fight in areas that it normally need water to move around by either trapping the target in the same water or maneuvering the water to allow the summing to chase the target. It is able to extract and utilize groundwater, and as is very effective most areas, but useless in rocky areas. Hand Seals: Tiger, Dog, Monkey, Snake, Pig, Tiger. Unknown-rank, Defensive/Supplementry, Short to mid-range (0-10m).
~ Summoning Technique [Kuchiyose no Jutsu] :: The Ketsueki Clan is known for summoning blood-thirsty white rabbits. Those trained to be heads of the family have enough chakra to summon the largest and most powerful when they reach the peak of their training. Sora can at the moment summon one the size of a large wolf, named Usa-chan. Hand Seals: Boar, Dog, Bird, Monkey, Ram, Palm On Ground. C-rank, Offensive, Defensive, Supplementary.
~ Mystical Palm Technique [Shōsenjutsu] :: This medical ninjutsu allows the user to speed up the body's natural healing process by sending chakra from their hands into a wound or afflicted body part. This allows the user to heal a patient without the need for medical equipment or surgery, making it highly useful on the battlefield. It can be used to treat both external and internal injuries. It is vital to match the amount of chakra used to the severity of the affliction or injury. This requires a great amount of chakra control. Because of this, only a few highly skilled medical-nin are able to use this technique. By sending an excess amount of chakra into the patient's body, the user can overload the patient's normal circulation, trapping them in a comatose state. Although this is usually undesirable, Kabuto Yakushi once effectively used this side effect to get Kiba Inuzuka out of his way. Hand Seals: Modified Ox, Tiger. A-rank, Supplementary, Short range (0-5m). ***Note: Sora can barely pull this off and is technically still in training with it, but I wanted it mentioned here anyway.
Jutsu Name: Gyouketsu no Muchi [Blood Clot Whip]
Rank: D-Rank
Element: Water/Earth
Type: Attack / Defense / Supplementary
Character: Ketsueki Clan
Description: User cuts himself at the fingertips and allows the blood to stream out into whip form, hardening like elongated clots. Are controlled as extentions of the finger with chakra. The longer they are, the more chakra needed to control them. (Whips resemble liquorice.)
Jutsu Name: Ketsuekijunkan [Blood Circulation]
Rank: B-Rank
Element: Water/Earth
Type: Supplementary
Character: Ketsueki Clan--Male Main House (and Sora)
Description: User concentrates chakra and blood so that it moves to a certain location on the body. The concentration of this energy can strengthen the muscles and power in a limb, increase a sense (hearing, sight, etc), or even quicken the healing process. It is an expansion on the natural tendencies of the Ketsueki.
Jutsu Name: Kyuuketsuki no Kamikizu [Vampire Bite]
Rank: B-Rank
Element: Water/Earth
Type: Attack / Defense / Supplementary
Character: Ketsueki Clan
Description: User extends shiny white fangs and pierces the body of a stationary target, absorbing its blood and chakra until needs are met. Difficult to stop or control.
Jutsu Name: Gyouketsu no Eda [Blood Clot Limb]
Rank: C/B-Rank
Element: Water/Earth
Type: Attack / Defense / Supplementary
Character: Ketsueki Clan
Description: Similar to the Gyouketsu no Muchi, the user cuts himself and allows great whips to lash out. However, these whips may appear any (not just the fingertips) and can thicken and take on more discernable forms (like extra limbs, etc.). The most difficult and chakra-intensive form of this jutsu is when the user sprouts bat-like wings from his back (increasing the rank of this jutsu to B).[/blockquote]
Genjutsu
Jutsu Name: Akai Akuma [Red Demon]
Rank: D-Rank
Element: Water/Earth
Type: Defense / Supplementary
Character: Ketsueki Clan
Description: User casts a sort of spell over his/her appearance, making them take on the look of a bloody demon to inspire fear in the enemy.
Jutsu Name: Ketsueki no Mozou [Blood Mimic]
Rank: C-Rank
Element: Water/Earth
Type: Defense / Supplementary
Character: Ketsueki Clan
Description: User is able to take on physical characteristics of a person whose blood they have taken. Is substantially more tangible and flexible than an average transformation jutsu.
Jutsu Name: Ake na Kyouki [Scarlet Ecstasy]
Rank: B-Rank
Element: Water/Earth
Type: Supplementary
Character: Ketsueki Clan
Description: Used only in direct correlation to the Kyuuketsuki no Kamikizu technique. As user pierces victim's body, a high form of satisfaction enters the victim...calming them until they are too incapacitated to resist. After Kyuuketsuki no Kamikizu technique is completed, this jutsu leaves the target in a dazed state.
(this does not mean her clan does not have much genjutsu...it's just that...such jutsu tend to be defensive techniques carried out by females)
Taijutsu
Jutsu Name: Hayai Kiba [Fast Fang][/size] [/blockquote]
Rank: C-Rank
Element: Water/Earth
Type: Attack
Character: Ketsueki Clan
Description: User uses chakra and Ketsueki fangs to unleash a furious series of strikes upon the target. Very fast, flexible, and volatile.
Jutsu Name: Akai Katana no Kyouran [Red Katana Frenzy]
Rank: D-Rank
Element: Water/Earth
Type: Attack
Character: Ketsueki Sora, Ketsueki Seto
Description: User unleashes a series of blows with Kumori, enhanced in speed and power as it is drenched in his/her own blood.
Jutsu Name: Chimamire na Arashi [Bloodstained Tempest]
Rank: A/B-Rank
Element: Water/Earth
Type: Attack / Defense
Character: Ketsueki Sora
Description: Sora's own invention. When she and her sword are covered in blood (and therefore chakra), she whips up a whirlwind by spinning her chakra very quickly around her. The result is a tornado of blood encasing her form. To make this jutsu offensive (and A-ranked), Sora enters the storm and attacks with Kumori.
Jutsu Name: Mugotarashii Sekkinsen [Brutal Close-Combat]
Rank: C-Rank
Element: Water/Earth
Type: Attack / Defense
Character: Ketsueki Clan--Male Main House (and Sora)
Description: Can be used in succession with Ketsuekijunkan technique. Attacks speedily and relentlessly with kicks and punches, enhanced by increasing chakra at impact.
Jutsu Name: Shiage no Cho-Pan [Finishing Headbutt]
Rank: C-Rank
Element: Water/Earth
Type: Attack
Character: Ketsueki Sora
Description: Sora's invention. User gathers chakra in skull, thickening the bone, and then charges forward for a headbutt to crush the enemy.
Theme Songs(s):
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- Black Parade -- My Chemical Romance
[/li][li]All I Need -- Within Temptation[/color]
[/li][li]I'm Still Here -- Knights Bridge[/color]
[/li][li]Sunrise, Sunset -- Bright Eyes[/color]
[/li][li]Reflection -- Mulan[/color]
[/li][li]Defying Gravity -- Wicked[/color]
[/li][li]I Stand Alone -- Quest for Camelot[/color]
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Extra Notes: Blood type is AB positive. (aka the universal recipient)
: Puppeteer Information |::
Puppeteer Information |::Your Name: Elfie
Your Age: 15
Read The Manga / Seen The Anime? I watched the series religiously up until the filler arc started and then sort of fell away. I’ve read the first couple volumes of manga. Otherwise, I go by what Monsun has told me about the series in fanfictions, RPs, and passing.
How'd you find me?! I’m a personal friend of Monsun’s.
Rule Code: Flirtatious Fujiwara
Sample RP:
This is from a wolf rpg I'm a part of. Hope it works.[/color]
[glow=indigo,2,500]Machiavelli[/glow]
Sunrise, the sun sets
You're hopeful, then you regret
The circle never breaks
With a sunrise and a sunset
There's a change of heart or address
Is there nothing that remains?
For a sunrise or a sunset
You're manic or you're depressed
Will you ever feel okay?
If there was one thing the lanky platinum wolf knew, it was how to save his own hide. He may have been a critic of every other living thing and a hater of his own existance, but he took great pride in his impressive abilities when it came to self-preservation. He was a runner, a thinker, but not a fighter and most certainly not a hero. In his opinion, heroes were idiots anyway. What the good of sacrificing oneself to help others if he couldn't reap the benefits later?
Not that staying would benefit anyone anyway. It was completely a life or death situation, and an easy choice to make at that. Only a suicidal maniac would stay behind to be incinerated.
Machiavelli sniffed. It was getting unbearable...the heat, that is. He may have been white, but his thick, shining coat was built to keep most of the heat in. He'd been panting like a mad-dog ever since the apocalypse had started. And as prey had begun to disappear, he had grown hungrier and hungrier. Even having eaten the equivalent of a whole caribou in the past week, he was now starving yet again. The curse of a high matabolism. It didn't even make sense for him to be so large. As if he had any intention of using his height to his advantage. Well--he glanced down at his front legs as he sprinted--he supposed his lanky build wasn't completely useless. He could have run forever.
Despite his inner discomfort, though, Machiavelli appeared just as handsome as usual. It was that coat of his. Karma-wise, he didn't deserve any part of such a fantastic bit of hide, which had led him to believe that karma didn't matter in this world anyway. Now as dawn appeared, the dying sun's rays shot off the shining surface of each hair, creating a slight twinge of pink in his fur. He grinned. Hard to not be vain sometimes.
Then he saw the safety "point" ahead of him. An unusual number of wolves gathered around in a great mass of bodies. In all likelihood, this was the place. Excellent. With barely any time to spare, as well. A self-satisfied grin spread across his maw, unsheathing the pearly white daggers within. It was time for an ill-deserved rest, so he trotted up to a fairly spacy patch of dead grass and settled down. He half-closed his eyes and cocked his left ear to the side, watching and waiting for the first sign of direction or authority.
For a sunrise or a sunset
Your lover is an actress
Did you really think she'd stay?
For a sunrise or a sunset
You're either coming or you just left
But you're always on the way
Towards a sunrise or a sunset
A scribble or a sonnet
They're really just the same
