Nagare Warui Leaf Jounin
Posts : 8 Join date : 2009-11-04
Character sheet Rank: Jounin Village: Village Hidden In The Leaves
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| BasicsName: Nagare Warui Nickname/Alias: Albatross Weight: 110 lbs. Height: 5' 4" Age: 18 Gender: Female Rank: Jounin Village: Konohagakure no Sato Element(s): WakkusutonPersonal InfoFamily: N/A Clan: Warui ((More details when I can actually make the clan)) Tattoo(s): N/A Scar(s): N/A Looks: Nagare looks, and I know this will shock you, like an eighteen year old girl! Yeah, weird, right? I know. Anyway, like I was saying, Nagare is an eighteen year old girl. She has slightly tanned flesh, unmarred by acne or scars despite her age and career path. Standing at only five feet four inches, she appears to have reached her maximum height for life. Though she ways a little over one hundred pounds, you wouldn't know it from her appearance. She is nearly twig-thin, with a flat-yet visibly unmuscular- stomach. Upon the lower right side of this stomach is a tattoo of a black bird, her seal from the Pantheon KKG. Her arms don't appear to carry that much muscle in them, because her muscles are compact and wire-like. This is a result of more acrobatics and such than actual combat training. Nagare has a heart shaped face with sharp, defined features. Set in her eye sockets are matching cyan-colored eyes. These eyes are rimmed by black eye liner and eye shadow, bringing out the brilliant hue even further. Nagare's eyebrows are thin and arched, ebony in color just like her hair. Between those cyan eyes is a thin, bony nose. Her lips are also thin, and generally a light, rosy pink shade. She has high cheek bones, small round ears, and a regal air about her. Her smile is brilliant, revealing perfectly aligned, achromatic teeth, and her glare devastating as a storm at sea. She wears her ebony hair down around the sides of her head, pushing the bangs to frame her face, while the back is pulled into a ponytail that spans down half of her back. She enjoys wearing ear rings, though nothing massive and obnoxious. Moving on a bit lower, her neck is an average height, her shoulders not very wide. She has an average bust, which she generally keeps wrapped in a bikini top of some sort. Her favorite bikini top to wear is a white one with black pokadots, she has several of them. Within this bikini top, right between her breasts, is where she keeps five of her twelve throwing knives. They are fit into a tiny holster, allowing her for quick access to them. Her arms are long and slender, her hands small with longer, bony fingers. Fingernails painted black, both middle fingers containing ring blades. The ring blades take the form of dragons, with their jaws spread wide. Protruding from their mouth is a short, but lethal blade. This blade can collapse into the ring, or come back out with the click of the dragon's right eye, so she doesn't accidentally stab something she doesn't want to. Even further down, she has wide, shapely hips. This is because of her feminine qualities, brought on by puberty. She enjoys wearing jeans, which for some reason she finds much more comfortable than anything. Because she is so skinny, she will occasionally have to wear a black studded belt, to keep her pants from falling down. Her jeans are generally a navy blue or black in color, with black or yellow stitching. Wrapped around her shin, underneath the jeans, is the holster for her Grosse Messer; the biggest of her assassination arsenal. The almost short sword-like blade fits snugly in her jeans, since she broke off most of the cross guard on it to make it fit. On the other shin are the last seven of her twelve throwing knives. She prefers to wear converse sneakers, even when she is on a mission, for some reason. They have little traction and aren't great for climbing, but make little noise. She makes up for the lack of traction with her chakra climbing skills. I am far too lazy to describe her demon form, so how about a pretty picture this time!? - Spoiler:
EquipmentWeapon(s): Assassin's arsenalArmor: N/A Equipment: Regular Ninja Tools Jutsu: Narage's TechniquesExtra InfoBio: Some great people are born, some people are born into greatness, some people are born on great days, and some people are born during great occurrences. Sadly, none of these instances were the case in the birth of Nagare Warui. Just as her last name implied, there was nothing great about her, or good at all really. But we won't find out about that for another twenty or so years. She was born from the womb of a woman who had never wanted her, in fact even the making her was far from her plans. She had been raped and nearly killed by a missing ninja, before being rescued and brought to Konohagakure. The labor was long and intense, and ended up at the point where it was one life or the other. However, the poor woman was never given the choice, and she would die during labor. Nagare was rescued and brought into the world, a lonely and very loud baby. The birth was a laborious event, and after ten minutes of screaming and crying, it took effect on the infantile Nagare. She would fall asleep and rest well that fateful day, and nothing else would happen. She would live a mostly boring life for the next five years, an orphan and unloved child with a twisted disposition. At the age of five she was caught strangling a kitten to death, smiling to herself as the cat writhed in agony as its lungs burned and eventually burst. At this point she was placed in a mental-health facility. For the next ten years she would be nurtured and kept captive, and she would begin to show "progress". In actuality she could easily out think the doctors, and trick them into thinking she was getting better. So at the age of fifteen she was let out, and went through a crash course in the shinobi arts. In under a year she became a genin, with all the skills she needed. She truly was a genius with ambition in their eyes. The next three years would be when her life really started to pick up. She joined a squad with simpletons that she scorned for stupidity and incompetence. She would work with them for only two months, practically carrying the team herself; even the Jounin was a useless prick in her eyes. As she grew stronger and smarter, she began to develop a unique set of skills. She taught herself to feel no emotion, eliminate everything that humans felt, and turn herself into the ultimate weapon. Because of this she had no shame, she never grew embarrassed, and so seducing targets had become easier than her morning jogs. Only shortly after she developed this sadistic, twisted demeanour, her team was entered in the chuunin exams. The first third of the exam was easier than she could have possibly imagined, and so her team went on. The second exam was far more difficult for her; as it involved teamwork. Her team was absolutely useless to her, but if she didn't show up with them behind her, she failed the exam. So she kept them up to her pace, protected them, and got them through the exam by the skin of their nose. They would then enter the third chuunin exam. To Nagare's relief, this exam was far less team-oriented. She would excel in the preliminaries, due to an excessive number of shinobi passing the second exam. Her opponent, a bulky boy with two hammers as weapons, had the misfortune of facing off against her. The silly boy didn't even use a jutsu above D-rank, his mistake. Nagare would tear him apart like a rag doll through a paper shredder, leaving him a bloody mess and her the victor. Two weeks later, she returned for the real exams. Again she would show her superior intellect and power when she outmanoeuvred each and every one of her opponents, leaving them all in the dust. The end result; she was grudgingly given the Chuunin position. The only one of her exam that passed. As a Chuunin she was excellent. Given actually competent allies, she used them like chess pieces in her missions, leading them to victories nearly every time. She was quite the tactician, though admittedly she failed in one-on-one combat against anything above a chuunin-level shinobi. Even then she struggled, though her intellect was superior; she just didn't have the right training for it. After a short year and a half she would be called into the office of the Hokage. It seemed she was getting a promotion. Even though she was an impressive leader, she had a set of skills much more useful for someone who could work alone. She was given the rank of Jounin, and would soon begin taking on almost all assassination missions, with only a few other missions mixed in there. Rp sample: Taken from a Bleach RP. The topic: http://arrancardynasty.darkbb.com/vaizard-mansion-f30/homecoming-private-t768.htm - Spoiler:
Aponi never got any peace in this bloody house. If it wasn't Ichi trying to get her to talk, it was Yoshi asking her for a barrier, and if it wasn't that it was just one of the few vaizards in existence making more noise than a circus and a zoo at war. These thoughts were one of the many that had been running through her mind, and as if on cue, Ichi began to act like an ass once again. He disappeared for a short while, and like Yoshi, Aponi knew where this was going. However, it was amusing, and she rather enjoyed the experience of 'bonding' with the man. They were very, very different, but they were still friends and family. If they weren't, they wouldn't be able to function properly in battle alongside each other; they could trust each other with their lives, why couldn't they screw around a bit in their free time? As suddenly as he had disappeared, Ichijouji re-entered the mansion, one hand in his pocket. He would suddenly release an onslaught of pebbles, nearly all of them striking her breasts and bouncing off. They scattered all over the floor around her, and yet she didn't react.
"How come you never talk to me?!? I always greet you and be nice to you and you just stare at me like I'm an asshole! I try so hard to be nice, but you just reject me! You will never get anywhere in life if you don't accept my looooove, APONI-SAAAAN!!!!" He would yell, suddenly running out of pebbles. It was almost as if the fun would end so quickly, but it seemed Aponi wasn't that lucky. The next movement would result with both of them on the ground. As he launched himself forward, shouting something ridiculous about a palm strike, she turned to him. One slender hand reached out, grasping his wrist with a powerful grip, as she stepped back to steady herself. Her bare foot fell upon a patch of very round pebbles, and she would slip, losing her balance. Due to her grip on his wrist, she would pull him down with her, most likely resulting in him ending up on top of her. Suddenly, a laugh escaped her lips. It was high, bright, and soft; a sound that most wouldn't hear her utter. Though a vow of silence didn't require that one didn't laugh or make other noises, she chose to abstain from them if at all possible.
It had been thousands of years since she had spoken, and the lonely world of her vow was beginning to look mighty unpleasant to her. She yearned to talk to her friends, hold a conversation just as they had been doing in front of her for thousands of years. So, to hell with the vow, she would speak. Her voice would start out dry and broken, due to its lack of use over thousands of years. The words didn't seem to want to come out, so she cleared her voice and repeated what she had tried to say. "My day was beautiful, and yours?"
It was such a short statement, but considering the fact that it was the first one she had spoke outside of uttering kido or zanpakuto release phrases, it would most likely have a very big impact on the two Vaizard that knew her. The other vaizard was probably regretting his agreement to work with them, they would look like a bunch of asses to him. But Aponi really didn't care what he thought, they could easily murder him in seconds if the three of them tried hard enough, he would learn to respect them in due time, maybe even befriend them just as everyone else in the mansion had.
Taken from a Naruto RP: - Spoiler:
Hate, venom, acid, vengeance, all of these things were filling the throat and head of the legendary white panther. The man was given this name for several reason. The first reason was that he had brilliant, achromatic, snowy hair. The second reason was the matching cat ears and tail that graced his body with more than just diverse looks. The third was his personality; he was vicious and lethal. No prey that entered his sites ever got away alive, or at least uninjured. The man's speciality was in information, which proved to be fatal for the man he was now hunting. Word had gotten around that this man had not only stepped the boundaries of morality, but done so by taking and defiling Kidate's only sister and immediate family. A single tear ran down the scarred and dirtied face of the vicious man as images poured into his head of their first meeting. That meeting would be their last, as it seemed life had become too difficult for Kidate to live in society since he had earned his title. He was the leader of the organization that the man he was hunting now led, and that was when he earned his nickname the "Haku Oni Kurohyou". His mouth filled with acid at the thoughts of his little sister crying out, without her brother to protect her. He had failed her, and as a result this man had done things to her that Kidate could never take back. Man? No, this was no man, he was a monster; the inner editor within Kidate said. He nodded to himself at the correction, it was more fitting than even his shinobi nickname. He growled openly, the sound produced from his throat eerily similar to the one that most associate with stories of demons. He spat the acidic taste from his mouth and steeled his nerves. He was not planning on going back to the ways of the shinobi, but it seemed he would need to pull out every single move he had to insure that this man suffered greatly.
Kidate's achromatic hair was messy and spiked out every as usual, nearly covering his soft cat ears. In fact, the only evidence of the ears was the gentle, pink flesh within the ears that stuck out against the snowy plain of hair like a sore thumb. His face was heavily scarred and covered in dirt and grime, he hadn't stopped his tracking for days. Beneath his eyes were heavy bags from the lack of sleep, but they had been there for years now. His teeth were glistening, fangs elongated and barred with his cracked lips pulled back. There was a disturbing fire in the man's emerald, feline eyes; the flames of hell itself. Chakra poured off of the man in waves, he did not attempt to control it or keep it hidden. He had forsaken the unprofessional outfit that had consisted of black t-shirts, torn up jeans, and top hats. Today, he had donned his old armor and prepared for battle. The armor was as white as his hair, heavy plates covering his torso and shoulders, with lighter and more flexible plates protecting his legs and allowing movement capabilities to be at just below maximum. Around his waist was a golden belt, which glistened like the golden trimming along his armor in the setting sun. Attached to his belt on the left side of his waist were two sheaths. The top sheath held an oddly-shaped long sword, that spiked out at the middle of the blade. The cross guard was in the form of an eye, with two spikes coming out from each corner. The handle itself was wrapped in gray leather, the metal silvery and the pommel another eye. The bottom sheath was a simple katana, five feet in length and silvery through and through. Its cross guard was in the form of some runic symbol, the handle wrapped in a length of silver ribbon. Kidate's arms were gloved with black leather, his feet armoured with grieves. On Kidate's back was the white cape of the Goryu, emblazoned with the green goryu symbol; a kanji symbol meaning "peace". It was ironic, this cape was worn by a man who had peace completely shattered and thrown from his mentality.
Please, hold out for me my sister. Your brother is coming, I can taste his scent from here! He will suffer until he is nearly dead, and then I will draw the location where he placed you from his quivering lips, and deliver a killing blow. Then, I will come to save you. No one can stand in my way now, no one at all! Kidate thought to himself desperately, as if his sister could hear him. For a fleeting moment he thought he heard something like her voice entering his head, but he shook it off. He wasn't insane, just over-driven and out of practice. He dies. Kidate thought determinedly. He suddenly sprung forward from the building roof he had been crouched upon.
He was within the Leaf village, on a building just outside of the Hokage's office where he knew the man would be since he had taken over the pathetic village. Kidate had never liked the village much, so he wouldn't mind roughing it up a tad. The sun was setting in the sky, painting the clouds with hues of pink and orange. The sky was a canvas and the sun was the painter, it was doing a mighty-fine job. However, it wasn't exactly the kind of scenery that was befitting of the end of a monster like Kyogi. Kidate's arm extended, and a crimson liquid poured out of nowhere, bubbling up into the form of a metallic shaft. From the end farthest from Kidate, two massive bubbles form. The bubbles extended, taking the form of identical skulls with the backs connected over the shaft. The metal solidified, forming into the hammer that had proved both an adversary and ally to Kidate from practically the beginning of his climb to the top. Warugi's voice faded in and out, laughing as his form appeared in Kidate's hand. The seal was doing its job, but Warugi was strong. Kidate grimaced, swinging the hammer at the wall that kept the Hokage separated from the outer world. The world crumbled with ease under the force of a hundred-ton hammer being slammed against it. It crumbled away as Kidate flew into the office, prepared to destroy the man's limbs.
[[NOTE: Any added information like jutsu and bloodlines are there for my personal use, so that I can compact everything into one page for the sake of making things easier on me. You can ignore them]]
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