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 Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 10:32 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 5:44 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 12:41 am
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RPC Name: Katsurou Uchiha
Bloodline/Clan Requested: Sharingan
Why do you want this Bloodline/Clan: My character will be a Genjutsu Class (with Katon as his primary element), thus Sharingan will stack with his class quite well in later stages. Meantime, it will make up for any skills he may be lacking in.
What do you know about the Bloodline/Clan:
-Sharingan is the blood inheritance limit of the Uchiha Clan.
-The Uchiha are said to be descendants of the Hyuuga, with the Byakugan changing into the Sharingan over time.
-This doujutsu gives the ability to read Genjutsu, Taijutsu and Ninjutsu and then defeat it.
-The clan member can view a technique being performed and see the tricks and movements required to be able to complete it.
Please supply a Brief RP Sample: Salted liquid trailed down the side of his neck, making it only so far before the hem of his top absorbed that very sweat into its fabric. His eyes were narrowed slightly, coal orbs flitting from one area to another as if he were expecting something. And, well, he kind of was. His ANBU mask laid some feet away from him in several pieces, showing that he hadn't been taking this battle all too seriously. That was his mistake. He just stood there, his hands fixed into loose fists around the sweat laden handles of twin kodachi. The air around him was silent. Way too silent to be normal. His opponent had managed to hide themselves in the shadows of the tree tops above, taking refuge in some part of darkened forest as he waited for their attack to behold him. He was growing immensely impatient but tried not to let that impatience of his go to his head. That was just what his enemy wanted of him: to lose his calm and break that irritating focus of his. He'd definitely lose this fight if that had been the case.
His ears had caught a very faint rustling of branches and leaves from his far right and he had easily dodged the several kunai and shuriken that had embedded themselves into the ground that he once stood upon. Eyes shinning a deep crimson in the faint dark that surrounded him. He was mere inches away from said weapons and had believed to had missed what they were aiming to do but, he had managed to miss something. His eyes widened slightly, brows furrowed in deep concentration and slight surprise as he finally caught sight of it: the wires tied to the ends of the weapons. Even with his Sharingan activated he tended to miscalculate a move here and there. It wasn't as accurate as he'd liked it to be. He drew in a sharp intake of breath, barely missing the scorching flames that had trailed down the steel wires, setting fire to the dying grass and a few of trees that had been in the way of the crossfire. He had managed to get out of way in time but had sustained a few burns in the process. Not even bothering to examine his wounds, the dark haired male merely smiled indifferently, sheathing his twin kodachi as quickly as his smile rose to his lips. "I'm finished playing around. Face me, coward." He called out to the trees above, almost as quickly catching the few shuriken between a few of his fingers, that now bled a little from a few scratches, and now faced the S-ranked criminal he had been sent to assassinate as a part of his mission.
The black clad female smirked in return, her bright blues sparkling with pure excitement as she got back into her fighting stance, "It's time to dance, kid!" And she had no sooner lunged at him, her sadistic grin widening ever so greatly. He was ready for her however and merely stood there, waiting for her to come at him all the while with an equally as sadistic smile on his own lips. His red hues sparkled with an almost malicious glint as she neared closer and closer, her next move flashing before his eyes even before she had time to execute it. He had this battle in the bag. He saw them, her moves were unfolding before his eyes. The criminal sped up the wide oak tree and headed straight for him - perhaps a risky decision. About four feet away, the vicious female executed a deadly whirlwind composed of two strong kicks. For the first kick, she had spun on the ball of her left foot and lashed out with her right leg. Seeing that the boy had stepped back and dodged her initial attack, she didn't hesitate to follow through with the second kick, performed vice-versa her first. Both kicks were aimed for his sternum. So fluid and so swift were her moves that if it were not for the six tomoe in his eyes, this woman would've devastated him by now.
Since close combat appeared to be his opponent's specialty so far, he decided to put some distance in between her and him. Due to his Sharingan, during her second kick, he had just enough time to prepare the meat of his forearms for receiving her velocious strike. Meantime, he made sure to keep a steady stance. Upon impact with his firm forearms, her kick summoned enough force to send him sliding across the smooth bark of the thick and lengthy branch they fought upon - just as he thought. He squat down slightly, pressing his feet against the bark in order to slow down his drifting as he continued to face her. This was key. He needed both the correct distance and a little time to perform his next move. Thus, immediately after his forearms departed from her kicking leg, he quickly brought both his hands together, in front of his chest, and didn't hesitate to execute the necessary hand signs for summoning a katon technique: Snake, Sheep, Monkey, Boar, Horse, Tiger. By the final hand sign, he was in between 4m to 5m from his target and coming to an abrupt halt on the branch. Yet he did not wait. Two crimson eyes widened in effort as he drew in chakra from his mouth into his chest. At once, he exhaled the gathered chakra and blew out a scorching stream of fire towards his enemy [ Great Fireball Technique ].
This was merely a distraction, however. From his past experiences, he felt the said jutsu would merely act as an obstruction, temporarily hindering his opponent's sight and acting as a fiery barrier in between her and him. Without delay, his hands had departed and moved into the rear pouches of his ANBU outfit. Therein distinct pockets awaited three, wired Windmill Shuriken. "Is that all?!" he heared the wanted woman's muffled taunt through the crackling flames. His lips had unpuckered and his great fireball was quickly dying out. His sharp gaze still looking the girl's direction, he noticed hot vapors spilling upwards, from the center of his fireball. He figured that water and fire would cause vapor to form, therefore his opponent had to have used a suiton technique of some sort [ Water Shield Tech ]. Before the blaze he summoned previously could finish simmering to a naught, he clasped onto his Windmill Shuriken (two in his left hand and one in his right) and held their wires in between the spaces in his fingers. Soon after, he suddenly threw all the shuriken towards the female, controlling their wires to make the blades circle the area where he had seen and heard by him [ Sharingan Windmill Triple Blade ]. His Sharingan helped perform the said technique by tracking his fast-moving objects as they sped through what was left of his katon technque - a dense steam created by her suiton jutsu versus his katon jutsu. Fortunately for him, the steam would provide a nice cover for his thrown three Windmill Shuriken.
She stepped out, "Now, where were we?" The devious woman licked her lips lavaciously as she started for him again. She would not get too far though, for his shuriken had implanted themselves all around the healthy trunk of the large tree, behind the criminal. Furthermore, his twisted wires overlapped and stopped her from progressing any further towards him. Without a moment to waste, he backed a few steps and tugged on the overlapping wires. In accordance with his action, the wires hastily closed the gap in between the criminal and the tree, forcefully pulling and securing her against its dense wood. "Looks like our song has ended." an eerie, slow whisper flowed from his parted lips bit onto the wires' ends. He made sure to keep a strong tension on the metal strands so that she couldn't escape what he was about to do next. Inhaling through his nose, he gathered chakra in his lungs and released it through his next exhale. That next breath would mean the death of his target [ Dragon Fire Technique ].
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 11:14 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 4:52 pm
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