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 Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 7:15 pm
Username
Vanilla Creme Tea
Position wanted in group?
6th Cloud
Why Do You Want It?
I love to play chaotic, or dark figures in roleplays. I'll most likely enjoy this. o3o
Please Give A Literate RP Sample
Valentine's red glowing eyes stared promptly across the darkened cemetary. The memorial stones placed over the rotted ground, Valentine smiled brightly, the moonlight shining off his white teeth as he grinned. The low laying fog drifted throughout the graveyard, just below his feet. His jet black hair messy and wild, and his pants appeared to cling to his legs, and the robe he wore wrapped around his upper area. The necklace he wore had a silver colored bat attached to a silver chain. He giggled hearing his opponent approach him, his eyes staring into the ninja's. "My, my, how tastey you do look, care to let me sample?" Within a split second Valentine dissappeared, reappearing behind the ninja as a small droplet of blood dripped from the man's face. Valentine licked the blood that was on his sharp nail, inhaling the scent at first before completely lapping it up, his what appeared to be fangs showing as he did so. "Freak...what are you?!" The ninja stumbled back, falling backwards onto the ground, his hand up in the air. "They never informed me of you being so strong." The man whispered to himself, trying to stand. "Meh..your blood disgusts me." Valentine replied, ignoring what the man had said. "Banpaia Jutsu: Kyuuketsuki Koumori." The genjutsu he casted onto the ninja caused him to violently scream, to him he'd seem himself being swarmed by bats, all of them biting and gripping at his neck. Valentine giggled once more, walking towards the ninja, grabbing a hold of his freightened body. "Die." Valentine replied, biting into the neck of the paralyzed ninja, letting his blood drip out from his body and into his mouth, the taste of the iron was soo good, but the overall scent of his blood made Valentine feel ill.
Valentine pushed the dead body of the ninja away from him, letting the rest of the man's blood pour out of the large puncture wounds on his neck. "Not much of a test." Valentine smiled, stepping through the fog."Come on now, they need to send my someone more fun, this guy was boooorrrrinnng~" Even though Valentine was about 19, almost 20 he still acted a bit childish. He stepped by a small gravestone, obviously for someone who wasn't to important in life, not even enough to get their entire name onto the stone. It seemed only one person had cared enough to place a bouquet of flowers onto the ground in front of it. "Mmm...sorry about this." Vincent said, bending down and taking one of the bright red roses and placing it into his hair. "Perfect, its just what I needed." With that quick smile, he seemed to vanish amongst the mist.
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 7:17 pm
Tea - Don't you already have a second character?
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 7:24 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 7:40 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 12:20 am
Username
Anonymous_Alcoholic
Position wanted in group?
Not very particular.
Why Do You Want It?
Never been in any variation of Akatsuki in any of my Naruto guilds, thought it would be fun.
Please Give A Literate RP Sample
Fffffft, Takeshi took another drag from his special, red cigarette, black smoke flowing from his mouth as he talked to his little friend, the poor wretch that he was. "What's up?" He asked, his smooth baritone doing nothing to calm his hysterical, downright insane, friend. He wasn't much of a talker, Takeshi, but when he did grace the world with his sweet voice, it made an impact on those around him, especially people like his friend. Takeshi got paid for this kind of thing, a nice purse full of cash, for doing something he had some skill in, a kind of side job from the various evils that a nebulous terrorist organization like Akatsuki, something he could do to fuel his dirty, yet insanely expensive, habits. Imported liquor, imported tobacco, tailored clothes made from imported materials, that sort of thing. Takeshi was a man of wealth and taste, after all, and for his special tastes he needed a lot of wealth. Which brought him to the little side-job he was performing for a, well, friend of a friend. The kind of thing he was good at. Fffffffft, Takeshi took another long, wonderful drag on his special red cigarette, waiting patiently for his friend to crack up and spill something useful, something he could use to his advantage, but nothing happened. The friend, if you could call him that, kept quiet. He was drenched with sweat and caked in dirt and grime, but damn if he wasn't quiet and lucid. Takeshi felt somewhat insulted, as if his simple greeting was going unnoticed, and that just wouldn't do, not at all. Takeshi may have been a quiet guy, perfectly content to sit back and let things slide, but he was not one to abide by being ignored when he asked a question, especially if he was enjoying a damn good smoke wile he was doing so! Takeshi grabbed his friend, who by now wasn't so much of a friend, and pulled the guy off of his chair, throwing him to the hard, concrete floor, the slap of skin meeting hard concrete blasting through the small chamber. By now, Takeshi wasn't very friendly at all, not at all. He was, rather understandably, angry.
"Talk."
Silence.
Fffffffft, "Talk."
Again, silence filled the room.
Takeshi grabbed his friend by the head and bounced said head off of the wall a few times, wondering if it would loosen his tongue a bit. Or if it would kill him, either way, he wouldn't be angry any longer. "Last time. Talk or I waste you." That smooth baritone of his turned icy cold, promising not warmth and friendship, but death, swift and painful. Takeshi stared down at the pitiful, bleeding mess of a man and almost felt a stab of pity. Almost. He didn't feel pity, or regret, or guilt, not anymore. He'd done enough killing and torturing and pillaging in his lifetime to kill off his conscience permanently, but it liked to remind him that it was still twitching in some corner of his black soul, desperately reaching out for something. Takeshi shook off the almost-feeling and stepped on the friends' neck, applying pressure ever so slowly,y, suffocating the friend ever so slightly. He wasn't going to ask again, he either told him something, or the friend found himself with a crushed windpipe. Never a good way to go, and Takeshi knew most of them, those was to go, and none of them were particularly wonderful. Not that his friend ever needed to know that, what with the current predicament he was in, the poor wretch. He was a mess, caked in filth, stripped to his skivvies, and worst of all, his dignity ripped from his soul as if it was nothing, something Takeshi almost cared about. Almost. If he had really cared, he would stop trying to choke the poor sod with his shoe.
"F-four..." Spat the friend, forcing the words through a constricting throat.
"I'm sorry?"
"F-four parts, three in the temple, one in my apartment." He rasped again, coughing and spiting blood and saliva as he spat each word at Takeshi.
"Good boy." Takeshi smiled and introduced his friend to his boot, knocking the friend unconscious and maybe loosening a few teeth, he couldn't be sure. He wasn't a medical shinobi, not today, anyway. He pulled the door open and slammed it shut, locking it from the outside with the key that rested comfortably next to the iron-wrought portal, hanging the keys back up and strolling don the long, drab hallway to the other little room where his part-time employer waited for the results. "Four parts, three in a temple and one in his apartment. That's what he said, is that it?" Takeshi was back to the warm, friendly tone he usually took before someone managed to anger him, or until he felt like being a p***k. Either excuse was enough. Not that he'd ever take that kind of tone with the guy that signed his checks and tossed him the chrome suitcase full of money, not at all, he'd play ball until he was sure he could turn a bigger profit from killing the dumb b*****d. In the meantime, Takeshi did as he was told, kicked all the a** he had to kick, and whatever else he needed to do until it was quitting time, and quitting time meant pay time. Ffffffft, Takeshi took another drag on the special red cigarette, blowing a black cloud through his mouth up to the ceiling of the small room, taking a moment to think about what he was going to buy first. Probably tobacco. I'm running out. Takeshi was roused from his riveting musings when his part-time boss started slobbering and shouting in that coarse, rough accent of his. The man was rather boorish.
"Get the piece from his apartment, kill anyone there. Then get back here and you get your money." The part-time boss shouted and waved the experienced, and more notably, brutal shinobi away, as if he didn't mind that the man behind him could snap him in half like a twig.
Takeshi grunted and left, shrugging as he made his way out of the small, underground complex that served as the personal torture chamber for the nasty b*****d that he worked for, part-time. The guy was some kind of crime boss, or slum lord, Takeshi wasn't sure what he did, just that he had a lot of money, he had his hands in a lot of illegal activity, and there wasn't a soul out there that liked him, the kind of person you wanted to choke on their tongue. Takeshi didn't care either way, whether the creep lived or died had little effect on his life beyond the payment he'd be receiving, but he pushed away such thoughts. He didn't need to develop any distractions while he was walking through town, dressed as a lonesome drifter, as he always was. He had his robe and hat tucked neatly into a little scroll for times when wearing those damning articles of clothing would do more harm than good, and right now, he did not need the attention that a black cloak adorned with red clouds would bring, considering the reputation and world-wide hatred for said organization. Takeshi sighed and flicked the spent cigarette butt into a bush, lamenting the loss of his last cigarette, eager to murder whomever and grab whatever so he could buy more foreign tobacco from his special connection, his wretched addiction already beginning to gnaw at his proverbial a**. He didn't want or need that kind of pressure when he was working, especially when he was working. Akatsuki didn't mind, not at all, considering half of the members were psychotic sociopaths, while the other half were simply psychotic. Recruiting standards were at an all-time low, he mused as he ascended the staircase that lead to the alleged apartment, but he had to accept the fact that no sane and rational human being would want to hunt tailed beasts, legendary monsters in the immortal flesh, nor would they want to deal with killing entire villages, either. Guess I'm in the right outfit, hm? He asked himself as he tried the handle to said apartment and, finding that it was locked, he decided that enough was enough.[
Takeshi huffed, puffed, and blew the damn door down with a violent just of wind.
Well, to say he blew it down was a bit of an understatement. Takeshi blew the damn thing off of the hinges and through the wall, splintering the door and heavily damaging the wall, and as far as he could tell, blowing some of the splintered door into the street below. He'd congratulate himself later on, when he was having a celebratory smoke back at the base, not when he was working. Takeshi noticed that the apartment was unnaturally spartan considering thw way his friend carried himself, especially the way his friend carried himself, having an odd feeling, as if something should have been there, someone. A pet, a girlfriend, a partner, someone to try and stop him, or not, whichever. Just someone. Not only that, but there just wasn't enough in the room. Maybe his friend just liked to carry himself with an undeserved swagger in his step, or he talked a big game. Either way, Takeshi didn't care, he just wanted his damn tobacco. "Where are you?" Takeshi wondered out loud, something slightly out of character for him, but he was jonesing for a coffin nail, so he was allowed a little slip now and then. Takeshi tore through the walls first, finding absolutely no trace of a wall safe or hidden cubby hole, he worked on the floors, finding nothing remotely like a false board or a hide away. He narrowed his eyes as he worked over the furniture, ripping it to shreds and finding nothing, something that irked him even more. Takeshi was close to bursting when he looked up at the ceiling, wondering if his friend had been crafty enough to replace a section of wall with a little trap door. Takeshi stripped the ceiling and found nothing there, but the little ceiling light held a small, grimy fragment of something... Unknown. Unknon to him, at least. His employer would know more, and with that, Takeshi took his leave.
Takeshi arrived at the underground bunker in record time, having found some motivation to hurry his a** and get his money. He dropped the small, grimy fragment on the desk in front of his part-time boss and eagerly awaited his fat stack of cash in his chrome suitcase, yet found only disappointment when he actually recieved payment. It was nowhere near the amount he was used to, especially for something as trivial as this task, something that netter him a very fat stack of cash despite the relative ease of kicking someone in the head for a few hours. It was also rather anti-climactic, but Takeshi shrugged and took it, knowing he could always rob several banks if he had to or cash in some bounties if money got low. Takeshi sighed and made his way home, wherever the hell that happened to be, with cash in hand and mind all over tobacco choices and what kind of liquor he'd sip on until he fell asleep. Maybe a nice wine, aged for a decade or two, to perfection. Ah I need a steady source of income.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 2:37 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 7:43 am
Username
Ghai Uchiha
Position wanted in group?
8th dark cloud
Why Do You Want It?
hmmm...Good question...Well i love being the evil guys that plot pure destruction upon the world of peace. I am able to carry on duties and I am not always a loner so I work good with a team (Or partner). I just like the akatsuki in general and hope to become the 8th cloud
Please Give A Literate RP Sample
The sounds of chains rattling could be heard all around as in the distance a figure approached the area of traning, drawing closer the figure began to become more clear as he was covered in blood stains and a huge sinister smirk was formed on his face as he looked towards the teacher of what he thought of as nobody. On each end of the chains where was use to be innocent living people but was now just trophy to the insane mind of this man. One his right side he dragged a body of a seven year old little girl that as being dragged by her neck and was covered in blood, as fear was all across her face before she died. The left side was an older woman being dragged by her left leg as the other one looked cut off as her face was basically the same expression as the younger one. He stopped 20 feet away from the teacher as a cigarette in the left side of his mouth was dangling as smoke was rising above him. His cold eye's overlooked the man in front of him as if he meant nothing to him as he gave his chains one last tug and the bodies just shot over by his side on the group like rag dolls. He reached up pulling the cigarette from his mouth and tossed it past the group of people as his smirk went to a blank face.
"So what now???...I want to get this over with"
Raven reached down and released the dead bodies that was attached to the chains as he looked up and grinned.
"Lets do this..."
Soon with the press of a button of a man target began to shoot up towards the sky as Raven made a quick draw of his hand guns as he began to fire at the flying targets as they exploded in pieces with every hit.
"Step one weapon release"
As he spoke to himself, soon after with another press of a button small gun turrets formed from the ground and began to fire towards Raven. He once again quickly placed his guns back into there pockets, as he began to to dash away from the fire. He made a leap into the air as he pull out the sword and began deflecting bullets until he came to the first turret. He stabbed into the gun and he dodge the incoming bullets from the second and third turrets. He dashed towards the second and slashed through the bottom leaving the last gun standing. One bullet managed to scrape past his arm as a few drips of blood landed on teh floor. His eye's was now focused on the last turret as he vanished with amazing speed as he stabbed down on the last turret.
"Step two reflex of the defensive and offensive..."
Last but not least the teacher came into the battle as he draw his twin sword as slashed with a barrage of speed at Raven. He began to fight back with his sword as sparks flew from the impact and a the blades of the double sword made it past his as it scrapped his face and shoulders. He then lost control of his sword after the last hit he then managed to leap back as he took a stance. He then awaited the man to make the next move. soon enough he came in at blinding speed as Raven reached back for his chains, his eyes focused on each arm as he releashed the chains with wrapped around the the teachers arms. Within one big tug the man was hurled towards Raven as his foot smashed into the chest of the man and he was now standing on top of him.
"Step three...The Kill!!...."
He took his foot off of the man and retrieved his weapons as he began to walk to the exit as he sighed.
"Normally I'd kill you but I hate those boring cells...And your not worth killing....Plus its my first day back in school after me getting expelled from class years ago...So I want to make people angry..."
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 1:09 pm
Ghai - Approved
And with that, that Neo Akatsuki is now closed O w O
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 1:30 pm
Technically thats wrong. Ghai can't be approved since Alcohol would have been the last to join as the eight member. You forgot to add Fuujin to the List as he was approved to be the Seventh Member, unless I'm mistaken...
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 1:36 pm
Luciania Technically thats wrong. Ghai can't be approved since Alcohol would have been the last to join as the eight member. You forgot to add Fuujin to the List as he was approved to be the Seventh Member, unless I'm mistaken... Damn it thank you for catching that > w < I totally forgot to add him
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 3:09 pm
Ghai Uchiha
Username
Ghai Uchiha
Position wanted in group?
8th dark cloud
Why Do You Want It?
hmmm...Good question...Well i love being the evil guys that plot pure destruction upon the world of peace. I am able to carry on duties and I am not always a loner so I work good with a team (Or partner). I just like the akatsuki in general and hope to become the 8th cloud
Please Give A Literate RP Sample
The sounds of chains rattling could be heard all around as in the distance a figure approached the area of traning, drawing closer the figure began to become more clear as he was covered in blood stains and a huge sinister smirk was formed on his face as he looked towards the teacher of what he thought of as nobody. On each end of the chains where was use to be innocent living people but was now just trophy to the insane mind of this man. One his right side he dragged a body of a seven year old little girl that as being dragged by her neck and was covered in blood, as fear was all across her face before she died. The left side was an older woman being dragged by her left leg as the other one looked cut off as her face was basically the same expression as the younger one. He stopped 20 feet away from the teacher as a cigarette in the left side of his mouth was dangling as smoke was rising above him. His cold eye's overlooked the man in front of him as if he meant nothing to him as he gave his chains one last tug and the bodies just shot over by his side on the group like rag dolls. He reached up pulling the cigarette from his mouth and tossed it past the group of people as his smirk went to a blank face.
"So what now???...I want to get this over with"
Raven reached down and released the dead bodies that was attached to the chains as he looked up and grinned.
"Lets do this..."
Soon with the press of a button of a man target began to shoot up towards the sky as Raven made a quick draw of his hand guns as he began to fire at the flying targets as they exploded in pieces with every hit.
"Step one weapon release"
As he spoke to himself, soon after with another press of a button small gun turrets formed from the ground and began to fire towards Raven. He once again quickly placed his guns back into there pockets, as he began to to dash away from the fire. He made a leap into the air as he pull out the sword and began deflecting bullets until he came to the first turret. He stabbed into the gun and he dodge the incoming bullets from the second and third turrets. He dashed towards the second and slashed through the bottom leaving the last gun standing. One bullet managed to scrape past his arm as a few drips of blood landed on teh floor. His eye's was now focused on the last turret as he vanished with amazing speed as he stabbed down on the last turret.
"Step two reflex of the defensive and offensive..."
Last but not least the teacher came into the battle as he draw his twin sword as slashed with a barrage of speed at Raven. He began to fight back with his sword as sparks flew from the impact and a the blades of the double sword made it past his as it scrapped his face and shoulders. He then lost control of his sword after the last hit he then managed to leap back as he took a stance. He then awaited the man to make the next move. soon enough he came in at blinding speed as Raven reached back for his chains, his eyes focused on each arm as he releashed the chains with wrapped around the the teachers arms. Within one big tug the man was hurled towards Raven as his foot smashed into the chest of the man and he was now standing on top of him.
"Step three...The Kill!!...."
He took his foot off of the man and retrieved his weapons as he began to walk to the exit as he sighed.
"Normally I'd kill you but I hate those boring cells...And your not worth killing....Plus its my first day back in school after me getting expelled from class years ago...So I want to make people angry..."
sorry spots are all taken, but do you want to be the Sawakage that is allied with them?
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 7:16 pm
D= aww...thats no fun XD....Nah I guess i'll be something different....Is there a tailed beast section??
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 7:18 pm
Ghai Uchiha D= aww...thats no fun XD....Nah I guess i'll be something different....Is there a tailed beast section?? yes, but it is not open yet...
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 7:20 pm
m'kay then when you get it up please inform me. So I can finally make a profile. I'll just be a missing ninja with a tailed beast....i guess
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 7:30 pm
Ghai Uchiha m'kay then when you get it up please inform me. So I can finally make a profile. I'll just be a missing ninja with a tailed beast....i guess That will not be possible, they will not be up for a bit. I say just make a profile for now. Applications will be open upon that time and I'm going to be extremely picky...
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