Senju, Akarui [Kumo Genin]
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|Subject: Senju, Akarui [Kumo Genin] Mon 09 Apr 2012, 2:25 am|| |
Senju, AkaruiTHE INFO.
Name: Senju, Akarui
*Literal meaning- Bright or Light. *Note-Breaking up the name creates completely opposite meanings for example- Aka=Scarlet, filthy, bloody, dirty, ect. Ru= literally Bend Over. Rui=Weak, thin. Yay for play on words!
Akarui always had a taste for string, skin, and dramatics. At first glance, she seems to have a well developed body even at her young age. Moderately sized breasts, full lips, flawless porcelain skin, and legs to kill. Her build is what can be called athletic with slim yet well muscled arms and legs and standing at a height of 5'8". She has slightly longer then shoulder length hair that is snow white, worn with a lily on a side left straight and the other in a pinned up braid. Her eyes are a startling icy blue color, made brighter when she smiles. Her hair color, skin tone, and eyes are all from her mother's side, who was not a Senju, while her father was. Akarui has numerous scars on the left side of her body from being burned in a fire during her early childhood. These are located across parts of her neck, her left arm, a bit on her back and left side and her left leg which are all covered in white bandages.
Her attire consists of pale blue and black skimpy clothing. She basically wears a one piece dress of a pale blue color with black lining and a tightly knotted ribbon in the back to keep it in place while exposing a lot of skin there and a few smaller parts of her burn scars showing. These same black ribbons criss cross over her breasts as does some of the dress to form a sort of makeshift bra of its own with a little bow beneath them. The front part of the dress reaches down to about midway past her thighs. Under this is a white pair of small shorts that could almost be mistaken for panties. She wears a sort of arm band on both arms of the same color and material as the dress, except her left hand has a black glove underneath it and and the right does not. On her feet she wears sandals with a small pointed heel covered in the same blue fabric as most of her outfit.
To many, Akarui appears to be a pretty normal and cheerful village girl. She is always smiling, laughing, and being an overall bright person. She is envied for her seemingly carefree demeanor, and more then that hate her for it. Though, Akarui believes she has to be happy for all the people who will never have the chance to learn what happiness is. This does not mean that she is actually happy however. She suffers from a depression that comes from somewhere deep down, but never lets it become known to others. To her, that is weakness. Everything must be faced with a positive attitude, and dealt with in the same manner. That is when one makes their best decisions. To her, love is life, and life is love. Someday, she knows her overwhelming compassion will be her undoing. As well as her ability to trust easily, yet when betrayed once she will never live it down. She does not make the same mistake twice. When she finds someone she has accepted as a friend, she can be a very motivating figure in their life. She expects everyone around her to give their best. Loved ones are what she values more then her own life, but innocence is treasured more then herself as well because of it's rarity. Although, her brother's life takes precedence over all others. She has a strong sense of justice, and can be rather stubborn at times, but is nothing if not persuasive.
Another odd side of this girl is her large amount of perverted humor that becomes apparent to everyone around her within moments of confrontation. Her target does not remain on men, but ranges to woman as well. Seeing as she herself never gets offended by others, she assumes the same is true for everyone else at times. At her best though, she purposefully does it for her own enjoyment. Her target is primarily her brother in this case.
Ever since the fire in her childhood, Akarui has had a strong phobia of open flame. Heat is acceptable, but it's the sight of the bright orange fires that send her into fits of shaking, crying, and running into the arms of her brother to hide. Or, a little of all three. It is only under extreme circumstances when her twin brother's life is endangered that she would even risk going near one. He is the closest person to her heart, and he has a permanent handhold there no matter how many fights they get in to because of their clashing personalities. At the end of every one they always end up back in each other's arms the next morning. Hijikata is the only one able to break through the unwavering stubbornness and persistence that is Akarui.
Nindō: "Loving isn't a choice, it's a way of life."
Origin: Fire Country
Rank: Genin-C Rank
Elemental Affinities: /Earth//Water///Wood *Senju Special*
Akarui is a very straight forward fighter. Around the start of a fight, she focuses on dodging and tiring out her opponent with few actual attacks and a few counters possibly. After she gets a good feel for her opponents abilities she will use her attacks and blocks more then dodges in a fast paced assault on her opponent. In the case of their being more then one, she will likely either try and separate or temporarily incapacitate one and focus on the other. Her signature move is less of a taijutsu then just strategic placement of 4 shadow clones in a circle around her opponent which makes their option jumping up or barreling through one of the clones. If they destroy a clone, the smoke will act as a cloak to hide the real Akarui as she attacks the target through it. If they go up, another shadow clone will attack them from outside the circle because it's almost impossible to change direction in midair unless aided by a technique in time to dodge the clone.
The child by the name of Akarui was born just seconds after her twin brother, Hijikata, in the land of fire 16 years ago. She grew up in a house in the woods near the village of Konohagakure, her parents seeking a somewhat quiet life for their family. They had loving parents, and a healthy yet fairly strict lifestyle. The twins grew up as friends, but one would not call them best friends. The reason for their growing sort of sibling rivalry could be blamed on tradition or their conflicting personalities, but whatever the reason it was obviously that the most they really did was tolerate each other. Being the bubbly playful sibling, Akarui always wanted to procrastinate her studies while her brother and parents scolded her for her carelessness. She found she struggled with the concepts, while it seemed her brother excelled in everything their parents brought forth, save for maybe the more physical lessons. Although, being able to beat the crap out of her brother wasn't exactly what her parents were looking to praise. This led to her realizing how weak she actually was. And, despite what anyone could tell her, she felt like her brother would always be the favorite child. Jealousy would taint her naturally upbeat nature at times, and this led to many fights between the siblings.
It was one such argument that made her brother retreat to his usual place; The forest. The reason for the fight's start was unclear, but by the end of it she felt she had won that round. Exhausted from it, though, she decided she would reward herself with a nap since they had already finished their training for that day. It's unclear as to how the fire started, and no one may ever know, but by the time she awoke her room was choked with smoke filtering from around her door. Her room was on the second floor next to her brother's and, with wide eyes and shaky legs, she struggled out the door into a suffocating cloud of smoke. The first thing she did was push open her brother's door. Gone. She felt something then...hate? Had he left her to die in the house, or had he never come back? There was no time to think as she looked up to the fire that was licking the ceiling and the side of the staircase. She had to move. Akarui ran down the stairs, dodging tongues of hot flame, dodging the caving in of the roof in the kitchen just in time as she turned into the living room. The traumatizing horror gripped her then.
There were bodies, two of them, trapped under a burning beam near the center. Her thoughts were conflicted; Maybe they were still alive? Maybe she could still save them? No, she had to get out now! She had to try and save her parents! Akarui threw herself into the room, jumping over burning furniture and pieces of the wooden ceiling that had crumbled down piece by piece. As she neared them, there was a loud crack overhead. Then, a beam fell down from the ceiling. She dodged to the side, but it was the wrong direction that sent her into a pile of burning fabric. Pain shot through the left side of her body, of which had cushioned her landing, as her flesh was seared by the hot fire. As the pain fully impacted her, it took a few moments to get herself to push off the pile and roll across the fire. This put out what parts of her clothes were burning and the remainder of her hair, but she couldn't move. It could have been shock or the pain itself, but she could do nothing but scream and plead for someone to help her.
Even when help did arrive in the form of her brother, she didn't recognize him at first. There was no resistance to him picking her up and carrying her away from the burning building, but it pretty much seemed unreal to her. Events blurred up until she felt the impact of the cold ground. She cried out, but it was weak and pitiful. Without the strength to move, or the will to with the pain she knew it would bring, she tentatively opened her icy eyes to see her brother collapsed on the ground next to her. The girl wanted to hold his hand, to reach out to him, maybe hoping it would offer some relief the her agony or to see if he was alright. She could do nothing but cry until she passed into a dreamless state of sleep. It's unknown to her how long she was out, but she opened her eyes to her brother leaning over her. The pain wasn't as bad as before and was now accompanied by an uncomfortable itchy feeling, but it was enough for her to start remembering what happened. She asked questions and demanded answers, which led to a hateful fight and, eventually, she gave up denying what had happened and just let him do what he wanted to.
The girl was angry at being stuck with her brother, angry at how they had no home and no family, angry about most likely being a cripple. She was too scared to even examine her own wounds too closely. These feelings helped spark arguments between the two until they eventually came to the mutual understanding of needing each other in order to survive. They were all they had left. Doubtless to say, this was met with despair and crying, but it gave birth to the start of the the real relationship they would have while the two embraced as brother and sister for the first time. They held on as if they would have nothing left if they let go of one another, which was basically the hard truth to this situation.
As expected, the first few months were extremely difficult for the twins. They knew nothing about life in the wilderness, and it didn't help that Hijikata had to basically carry his sister around due to her damaged leg. They carried on with little to no words between them for a long time. She would watch him as he tended to her wounds, which was extremely painful at first, and wonder what he was thinking. Did he look down on her? Did he dread this duty, see her as a weakling or a drag because of it? The very thought of it brought shame to her. They never came across anyone, strangely enough, and they never fought. After a year or so the pain had subsided to a dull ache, allowing her to walk on it for short amounts of time, before the pain hit her hard again. She would beat herself up for being so weak, and being a burden to him. This became worse the more she realized how he went about it as if it were a duty or a chore. They were back to just plain tolerating each other it seemed, but secretly she hated every second of it. The only person she had in the world, and she meant so little to him. It hurt. Really, she wanted to hate him for it, but knew she couldn't do such a thing to the only person who meant anything to her. She had to bear it.
Over time, she realized that their relationship was changing. They became closer, more attuned to each other's emotions and abilities. He would hunt, gather supplies, build shelters, and other time his body showed the results of both these daily tasks and the training they continued. For a long time, she focused on mainly rehabilitating her damaged arm and leg and tuning her offensive abilities. Someday, she hoped she would be able to repay him for all he had done for her. She wondered if she noticed how his body was changing before he did her. It might seem creepy, but she enjoying watching him in his quiet routine. Memorizing the way his body moved, the cuts and bruises from training and chores alike, when he occasionally checked up on the progress of her body's healing, even sometimes when she couldn't sleep she would watch him. It all started with a misplaced hand and a blush that he didn't even notice.
Occasionally, she would catch him staring at her, too. By this time, she noticed him changing slightly every day. Well, not truly changing, but opening up rather. Showing who he really was to her tiny piece by tiny piece. This actually made her happy. It invigorated her and made her work all the harder, on their bond and her training. One day, something completely illogical happened. A man attacked their campsite, seemingly for no reason at all, and utterly destroyed it and their attempts to protect it. Then the fire appeared just as quickly as the man had disappeared. Fire! The thought of it alone terrified her! Seeing it now, spreading through her home and turning it into an inferno as Hijikata just stared into it. It was as if he was becoming a slave to it's destructive power, and she was almost afraid he would walk right into it. In her mind's eye she saw her parent's bodies, smelled the nauseating mixture of wood, plastic, flesh, and hair, and heard her own pain induced screams. No, no. That was actually her screaming as the memory of the pain gripped her and forced her to the ground in a fit of sobs and shivers. Desperately, she reached out for him, fearing she would lose the strength to do so like before. When she finally did grab hold of his hand, she all but leapt into his arms and clung to him desperately. For a moment he just stood there, and she was terrified by the thought that maybe the fire already stole his soul. The relief she felt when he picked her up was instantaneous, but she couldn't stop crying. Not until they got so far away not even the smoke was visible.
They decided staying in the Fire Country was too dangerous. She was grateful not only because of her arsonphobia, but because she never wanted to see him become so...controlled like that again. The thought of losing him was too much for her. While they traveled, she noticed how he seemed to be paying more attention to her, especially her body. Being so close, they shared every thought and feeling with the other, but this made it awkward after awhile. She found watching him like she had for so long brought new feelings to light, which she found he also had. With these strange feelings came unusual urges as their bodies developed more. Their remedy for everything was each other, and often they slept in the arms of one another, but even this became effected by the intruding feelings. Could it be love? The thing they had seen so often between couples in the villages they occasionally visited, but was different from what they already had as brother and sister. In truth, she found her self dreaming about doing these things with him, and paying more attention to how she looked. It was probably the only thing she never shared with him.
They hugged normally, but they steadily rose in the amount that they did so among other things such as falling asleep together. Nothing too big. Then, one day, they suddenly kissed. It was unexpected, but she loved it and was confused by it as the same time. He admitted to having strange feelings about her, and so did she, but it felt...weird. Almost like it shouldn't have happened. They knew this was the special kind of love, but was it alright to feel such things for a sibling? Yet, despite these doubts, they decided it was okay to explore it together, at least a little. They approached it almost wearily, and found that they enjoyed it immensely. Hugging, kissing, sleeping together, it almost became second nature as they became closer then ever before, even physically and emotionally. It was obvious that their love was growing, obvious in every perfect kiss, every lingering touch, and every soft spoken word passed between them. She felt completed by him in a way she had never before.
Things not got too out of hand, but if they started to Hijikata always stopped himself. Akarui didn't like having to stop. She didn't care if people saw them, and he didn't seem to either, but he made a point when he brought up how it seems more physical then emotional. She had noticed that in some of his touches, raw desire that outweighed the genuine love, but for her it was different. She thought that this was because they were denying themselves, and in doing this the peak of their love was growing further from them. Which meant they would become prisoners of the flesh towards one another. The fear of this happening however wasn't too great, and she wasn't about to force him to do something he didn't want to. Though, what happened next neither of them were prepared for.
They were traveling through a treacherous area with rocks everywhere you looked, and the only place it thinned out a bit was near the shore of a fast flowing river. She felt him falling before she heard the scrabbling of the rocks, the splash, and saw him disappear into the water. Akarui was terrified as she frantically searched the waters for her twin brother. Eventually, she was able to pull him out, but was once again frantic when she saw the blood from the wound to his head. And, it didn't help that she had felt like she had lost a part of her being ever since he had fallen in. It was basically the truth. He knew nothing when he finally came around; Not who she was, what happened, all the tragedies and experiments, all the touches and kisses, their sleepless nights together. No, not even his own name. She was devastated in a way she never thought she would recover from. The pain she felt was so horrific it was practically physical. She had his body, but not his mind. It wasn't enough, and it would never be enough for her she knew. Her Hijikata was gone, and no amount of recounting their nights together seemed to bring him or that missing piece of her soul back. It was so hard, but she found the will to stay with him and help him overcome it. She had to, even if it meant it would get more painful for her, she owed him everything. Even her own life.
One day, she suddenly felt the missing piece pop back into place. Before Hijikata could even fully sit up, she was tackling him back to the ground. The overwhelming joy at her brother finally coming back to her was too much too much to hold back, so she let it bubble out of her as tears of joys and words that ended up not making much sense. He seemed to suddenly remember the past few weeks, and then they kissed. This was a new kind of kiss for them, though, full of sheer joy, longing, and love. Due to the nature of the kiss, they realized that it held nothing but emotion. No, physical temptation had little to nothing to do with it at this point. The discovery encouraged their emotions to flow outwards to create a moment where they have never been happier.
With these new heights reached, they were confident enough to decide it was time to try and weasel their back back into society. They found Kumogakure and, letting Hijikata handle the serious stuff with the nice woman called the Raikage, did what ever she was instructed to with a smile as long as Hijikata was near by. Eventually, they made money and assured a place to call home, even starting their training up again and becoming genin. And when no one was looking, they took the chances to explore the new places that they no longer felt strange or unsure about. They made their love into an art; Writing songs with their fingers and painting pictures with their lips with love the theme of every one. They even lose sleep when so enthralled in their art that they can't bear to let each other go.
Character Claim: Kaine
Source: Nier Replicant (PS3 Game)
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Last edited by ForeverNoMore on Sat 14 Apr 2012, 10:20 am; edited 1 time in total
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|Subject: Re: Senju, Akarui [Kumo Genin] Thu 12 Apr 2012, 8:36 am|| |
|Good thing that history wasn't awkward. |
Nothing outwardly offensive from a mechanical standpoint however, so:
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|Subject: Re: Senju, Akarui [Kumo Genin] Thu 12 Apr 2012, 5:26 pm|| |
|I'll be nitpicking jutsu mainly, another mod may feel free to stick a second approval/denial.|
Please remove this technique for now, and either replace it with something else, or leave the slot blank. Sorry, but the staff is currently debating whether or not this jutsu is really necessary.
- Quote :
- Konoha Kage Buyou - Leaf Shadow Dance
Add (2 per post) to Chakra Cost.
- Quote :
- Suirou no Jutsu - Water Prison Technique
Add (2 per post) to Chakra Cost.
- Quote :
- Suiben - Water Whip
Add (2 per post) to Chakra Cost.
- Quote :
- Dochuu Senkou - Underground Submarine Voyage
- Quote :
- Mokuton: Moku Bunshin no Jutsu | Wood Release: Wood Clone Technique
Please remove the above two techniques, and feel free to replace them with canon or custom mokuton if you want. If you plan on getting Daijurin no Jutsu, use this instead:
- Quote :
- Mokuton: Jubaku Eisō | Wood Release: Curse-Binding Nest
There are problems with the current one.
[b]Name:[/b] Mokuton: Semaijurin no Jutsu | Wood Release: Small Forest Technique
[b]Range:[/b] Close (0m - 5m), Mid (5m - 10m), Far (10+)
[b]Element:[/b] Mokuton (Wood Release)
[b]Description:[/b] Mokuton: Daijurin no Jutsu is a ninjutsu technique used by the members of the Senju clan.A technique that changes one's own arm into big trees. Using chakra, the tissues are transformed into trees at the cellular level. Then, by activating the trees, stimulating them to grow rapidly, they lengthen at high speed and fork into many branches. It is possible to capture the enemy with these branches and at the same time. These branches, though not sharp, are still capable of performing ranged blunt damage and bind the target. Though a powerful technique, it's not capable of destroying a solid surface very easily, and is a beginner's version of Mokuton: Daijurin no Jutsu
[b]Chakra Cost:[/b] 8CP (2 per post)
That is all for now. Thank you.
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|Subject: Re: Senju, Akarui [Kumo Genin] Sat 14 Apr 2012, 10:20 am|| |
Age : 24
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|Subject: Re: Senju, Akarui [Kumo Genin] Sun 15 Apr 2012, 8:23 am|| |
|Few more things (As I didn't read your app the first time, but was simply commenting on jutsu):|
- Your character is too tall for a Genin. Though in real life 5'8" seems reasonable; do remember Kakashi was about 5'11", Naruto about 5'5", and Sakura about 5'3". You may have a tall female character, but 5'5" or 5'6" seems more reasonable; unless you can explain why she has such a large growth spurt.
- Please identify where your character's forehead protector lies. All Ninja must have one visible on the body somewhere for identification purposes.
- Please make the Senju clan a clickable link, redirecting toward the clan itself. This just for convenience purposes for those who read this clan later.
- Your Combat Style doesn't coincide with your character. You're a Genin. Genin cannot use Shadow clones, yet your entire style pretty much revolves around its usage. Please modify your Combat Style so that it makes sense with your character. Combat style is really just how your character prefers combat. Whether it be close range, long range, mid range, barraging ninjutsu; ninjutsu and taijutsu combination, etc.
- The rest seems good, although your Mokuton section has an extra spoiler tag.
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|Subject: Re: Senju, Akarui [Kumo Genin] Sat 23 Jun 2012, 1:14 pm|| |
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