09-20-2015, 08:48 AM
Spent Omnilium: 5000
Character name: Kyuuei Ururu
Character source: Original, Naruto AU, +200 Years
Character history:
Multiple universes huh? I once suspected as much. In fact I gather that suspicion is part of the reason I’m here. Well at least as far as a mad gods and the like go.
I imagine I started out like many other shinobi. Dignity, stoicism, and healthy disregard for morality and violent behavior. Sound about right? Yeah well you know the story, if not you should. A village that is a military, parents highly trained for combat roles. Its practically a given that so many people in such an environment would be orphans.
I was never entirely and orphan myself. Sure my parents were dead but by then I had managed to some degree perfect my own techniques that gave me access to new family.
No I didn’t steal them out of the aether. No. I made them.
But let me put this simply rather than vague mystifying terms. There are two kinds of Shinobi of Konohagakure, the kind who merely learn through practice and experimentation, the kind who master the founding principals of how chakra works as a science and go from there.
Yes I was one of those. Mad scientist types wanting to unlock the secrets of the universe. I started with improving the cloning technique, mixing the ancient arts of fuuinjutsu with an ever advancing knowledge of the human body and used myself as a medium. Ah to be young and to already be on the path of immortality.
You see, it wasn’t long after the academy that I realized what a mistake it was to join the military. I should have dropped out when I had a chance and gone off on my own. Well if there is anyone else from my universe, or a possible reflection of it, they’ll tell you becoming a missing-nin is a preoccupation that doesn’t have a health insurance plan or legitimate opportunities. Don’t even get me started on dental.
But my jutsu were something new, the ability create flesh and blood clones that even after death left a body behind and quite useful clothes. That was the beauty of my design. It took a few years to perfect it and keep it quiet but it happened. One day I stood up for myself with a gleam in my eye and requested my first B-Ranked mission. By this time I was chuunin of fifteen years of age and had proven myself as scarily effective.
Too effective.
The kind of effective that makes you scream… “Oh Sage, what the fuck have I become?”
And no I don’t mean become and abomination or a cliche… though I was the latter at this point. No, worse I had become a nightmarishly effective infiltrator who was quickly losing their morals.
So yeah, I took the most dangerous mission I could, stepping up so to speak, and then proceeded to kill myself. Or rather make it look like I was murdered on the job. Instead having perfected one particular branch of my techniques, I swapped myself into a new body. A new clone. A younger one that wasn’t yet a teenager.
Being a kid physically does change your psychology. It makes the world feel like a better place when its not or even if you can’t find that happy zone, it doesn’t feel as hopeless. Also this is the world I live in. Children are soldiers on a regular basis. Up until like 90 years ago, during the clan wars, the life expectancy was between 15 and 30 years old.
There is an undertone in the world that people haven’t lost even after all that… they have stopped caring about children who aren’t theirs. We’ll just break your heart by winter time when they find our corpses in the thaw of spring.
Cheery right?
So I found myself in the body of an academy student one I had designed to be a little bit more authentic than I had expected. Weaker than I expected. And worse when I had finally escaped… who should I run into but the one person on earth who’d recognize me at this age.
My Jounin-sensei Areshi. It had to be luck… or maybe the one decent respectable man in the world cared enough to check up on me. I’ll never know.
Let me put it bluntly. I was chuunin by rank. Maybe even Jounin by skill level… but against my sensei who knew most of my fighting style, who helped raise me, and I was stuck in a body that I made more than a little authentic?
I got my ass handed to me easily. He may not have fully understood how I had found the fountain of youth, and thankfully he hadn’t realized I was technically immortal and could swap into a stronger body at will but… if that had happened he’d have gone fully on destruction mode and things would have gone to dangerous.
I was captured.
And then… I was here. And annoyingly my powers are diminished… I mean I haven’t even started moving around yet… but even I can tell something in me is missing. Something important. Like the universe just fell on top of me and said, ”Nope.”
The biggest of them… mokuton and doton. I had hundreds of techniques, and now?
“Nope”
And here I had plans to start testing a summoning circle that would have gotten me off this planet well away from freaken’ shinobi with no sense of realism and self preservation… so that brings me to my first question.
Who the hell are you and where the hell am I? And more importantly will I have to go through puberty again?
Physical Description:
Personality: Ururu is a bit of a mixed bowl. Much of the time she’s often as her young face describes. Curious, full of wonder and thoroughly enamored with the secrets of the universe. Other times she can mature within seconds of finding herself in a serious situation in which case sardonic, sarcastic and a tad flirty (alternatively read slightly perverted). She is to put it simply a mish mash of her younger and older selves, possibly due the body she’s stuck in, or possibly because that’s simply just who she is.
But all this aside she can be oddly pragmatic when it comes to eliminating threats, a fact about her which troubles her and scares her after the heat of the moment cools. Its not enough to send her into brooding angst and regret but it is a very valid concern as to why she should try suppressing that side of herself.
For the moment she hasn’t figured out how and given the new world that she’s in, it may be better for her survival if it never even happens.
Appearance: Looking at Ururu with the absence of clothes, one would have to wonder what parent would raise to look at a girl like that in the first place. Jokes aside… Simply put she’s average, looking to be a healthy mix of asian descent with enough ‘foreign’ blood to give milky-peach glow to her skin thats fully capable of tanning to olive brown. The same mix of blood also seems to given her pale brown hair, almost boardering on sandy blond. This same hair framed and styled into a complex braid that frames her heart shaped face and slight turned-up nose.
At this time she’s more cute than any close to being called beautiful, though the possibility is there; a bit of glimmer in her emerald eyes, and overall lithe body that isn’t as chubby and some younger teens still have with them when as they age.
However its her age thats hard to pin down despite looking at most, eleven years old in form. In other ways one could say she may look ageless, or perhaps… freshly made in an older guise. Something about her is quite inhuman or at least not fully natural in the order of how she grew. Hardly noticable but the undertone is there.
There are however two features that are of note, the first is a lancing scar across the bridge of her nose from her most recent fight that landed her here and a tattoo like birthmark on left collarbone in the shape of fuuinjutsu like runes and a keyhole.
Regardless of all that, she has the appearance of someone best written off as a short cute brat with dirty hair.
Clothing:
Ururu has never been picky about her clothes, comfort is king in the land of fashion, at least as far as she is concerned. That said she does have a sense of style. If she can find a cloak, coat, hat or tool belt made of leather, she’ll take it. Hoods, robes also wouldn’t be amiss either.
Stats:
ATK: 2
DEF: 1
SPD: 3
TEC: 4
Starting Proficiencies: Physical Strength [1000], Ranged Proficiency [1000], Remote Control Proficiency [600]
Starting Powers: Super Jump (Basic) [400], Master Acrobat [400], Hive Mind [400]
Starting Moves:
Six-Paths Double Claws
Cost: 900 Om
Materials: Silk, Leather Bindings, Tungsten Carbide Claws/Chains/Armor
Requires: Physical Strength, Acrobat Master, Ranged Proficiency, Remote Control Proficiency
These artifacts wrought by Ururu are a pair of fingerless gauntlet-bracers, each with five opposable claws paired individually to its own 30m chains sealed in a pocket-space. With a wrist flick they will snap around their designated digits for melee. However through channeled chakra they can be individually or in mass be launched, reeled in or controlled with appendage like precision depending on speeds.
For all functions its speed ranges from slow highly articulate to bullet like force/movement with simple less accurate sharp angled turns with proportionally greater chakra cost. If any part of the device is dislocated from the whole it becomes unreachable by the technique until repaired or replaced slowly outside of battle using chakra. Furthermore any excessive weight attached to the device will incur proportional loss of effectiveness with launching and reeling it in. Recalling the chains has an upper speed limit of 15 meters a second making it a maximum of 2 seconds to withdraw any fully extended claw.
Twin Sacrificial Rebirth
Cost: 300 Om
Requires: Remote Control Proficiency, Hive Mind
The base technique to which Ururu made her life and lies with. Through a series of hand seals and channeling of chakra Ururu can bring life to lifelessness, and generate a single durable replica of herself within a moment. There are some minor allowances from differences in appearance and apparel, but it will be a strong obvious familial relation to the user and their materials.
Combat effectiveness matches the user’s own in terms of skills and physical ability provided they assume direct control (read the user is committed to continuous concentration and limited movement). Autonomous use though personas (artificial personalities) is ineffective in combat without Tiered Assist to power their bodily functions beyond existing, a target, as a meat shield, or an authentic corpse. Said corpse will remain upon death to decay or until dismissed by the user. Range does not extend beyond the verse’s borders in which the user currently occupies.
The cost of this technique is a single decent payment of chakra that can be staggering if used several times in a short period consecutively.
I confirm that I have read and agreed to the Rules of Conduct.
All artwork and characterizations are property of Jeremy Mahieu, AKA Darkarma Tallon. All Rights Reserved.
Character name: Kyuuei Ururu
Character source: Original, Naruto AU, +200 Years
Character history:
Multiple universes huh? I once suspected as much. In fact I gather that suspicion is part of the reason I’m here. Well at least as far as a mad gods and the like go.
I imagine I started out like many other shinobi. Dignity, stoicism, and healthy disregard for morality and violent behavior. Sound about right? Yeah well you know the story, if not you should. A village that is a military, parents highly trained for combat roles. Its practically a given that so many people in such an environment would be orphans.
I was never entirely and orphan myself. Sure my parents were dead but by then I had managed to some degree perfect my own techniques that gave me access to new family.
No I didn’t steal them out of the aether. No. I made them.
But let me put this simply rather than vague mystifying terms. There are two kinds of Shinobi of Konohagakure, the kind who merely learn through practice and experimentation, the kind who master the founding principals of how chakra works as a science and go from there.
Yes I was one of those. Mad scientist types wanting to unlock the secrets of the universe. I started with improving the cloning technique, mixing the ancient arts of fuuinjutsu with an ever advancing knowledge of the human body and used myself as a medium. Ah to be young and to already be on the path of immortality.
You see, it wasn’t long after the academy that I realized what a mistake it was to join the military. I should have dropped out when I had a chance and gone off on my own. Well if there is anyone else from my universe, or a possible reflection of it, they’ll tell you becoming a missing-nin is a preoccupation that doesn’t have a health insurance plan or legitimate opportunities. Don’t even get me started on dental.
But my jutsu were something new, the ability create flesh and blood clones that even after death left a body behind and quite useful clothes. That was the beauty of my design. It took a few years to perfect it and keep it quiet but it happened. One day I stood up for myself with a gleam in my eye and requested my first B-Ranked mission. By this time I was chuunin of fifteen years of age and had proven myself as scarily effective.
Too effective.
The kind of effective that makes you scream… “Oh Sage, what the fuck have I become?”
And no I don’t mean become and abomination or a cliche… though I was the latter at this point. No, worse I had become a nightmarishly effective infiltrator who was quickly losing their morals.
So yeah, I took the most dangerous mission I could, stepping up so to speak, and then proceeded to kill myself. Or rather make it look like I was murdered on the job. Instead having perfected one particular branch of my techniques, I swapped myself into a new body. A new clone. A younger one that wasn’t yet a teenager.
Being a kid physically does change your psychology. It makes the world feel like a better place when its not or even if you can’t find that happy zone, it doesn’t feel as hopeless. Also this is the world I live in. Children are soldiers on a regular basis. Up until like 90 years ago, during the clan wars, the life expectancy was between 15 and 30 years old.
There is an undertone in the world that people haven’t lost even after all that… they have stopped caring about children who aren’t theirs. We’ll just break your heart by winter time when they find our corpses in the thaw of spring.
Cheery right?
So I found myself in the body of an academy student one I had designed to be a little bit more authentic than I had expected. Weaker than I expected. And worse when I had finally escaped… who should I run into but the one person on earth who’d recognize me at this age.
My Jounin-sensei Areshi. It had to be luck… or maybe the one decent respectable man in the world cared enough to check up on me. I’ll never know.
Let me put it bluntly. I was chuunin by rank. Maybe even Jounin by skill level… but against my sensei who knew most of my fighting style, who helped raise me, and I was stuck in a body that I made more than a little authentic?
I got my ass handed to me easily. He may not have fully understood how I had found the fountain of youth, and thankfully he hadn’t realized I was technically immortal and could swap into a stronger body at will but… if that had happened he’d have gone fully on destruction mode and things would have gone to dangerous.
I was captured.
And then… I was here. And annoyingly my powers are diminished… I mean I haven’t even started moving around yet… but even I can tell something in me is missing. Something important. Like the universe just fell on top of me and said, ”Nope.”
The biggest of them… mokuton and doton. I had hundreds of techniques, and now?
“Nope”
And here I had plans to start testing a summoning circle that would have gotten me off this planet well away from freaken’ shinobi with no sense of realism and self preservation… so that brings me to my first question.
Who the hell are you and where the hell am I? And more importantly will I have to go through puberty again?
Physical Description:
Personality: Ururu is a bit of a mixed bowl. Much of the time she’s often as her young face describes. Curious, full of wonder and thoroughly enamored with the secrets of the universe. Other times she can mature within seconds of finding herself in a serious situation in which case sardonic, sarcastic and a tad flirty (alternatively read slightly perverted). She is to put it simply a mish mash of her younger and older selves, possibly due the body she’s stuck in, or possibly because that’s simply just who she is.
But all this aside she can be oddly pragmatic when it comes to eliminating threats, a fact about her which troubles her and scares her after the heat of the moment cools. Its not enough to send her into brooding angst and regret but it is a very valid concern as to why she should try suppressing that side of herself.
For the moment she hasn’t figured out how and given the new world that she’s in, it may be better for her survival if it never even happens.
Appearance: Looking at Ururu with the absence of clothes, one would have to wonder what parent would raise to look at a girl like that in the first place. Jokes aside… Simply put she’s average, looking to be a healthy mix of asian descent with enough ‘foreign’ blood to give milky-peach glow to her skin thats fully capable of tanning to olive brown. The same mix of blood also seems to given her pale brown hair, almost boardering on sandy blond. This same hair framed and styled into a complex braid that frames her heart shaped face and slight turned-up nose.
At this time she’s more cute than any close to being called beautiful, though the possibility is there; a bit of glimmer in her emerald eyes, and overall lithe body that isn’t as chubby and some younger teens still have with them when as they age.
However its her age thats hard to pin down despite looking at most, eleven years old in form. In other ways one could say she may look ageless, or perhaps… freshly made in an older guise. Something about her is quite inhuman or at least not fully natural in the order of how she grew. Hardly noticable but the undertone is there.
There are however two features that are of note, the first is a lancing scar across the bridge of her nose from her most recent fight that landed her here and a tattoo like birthmark on left collarbone in the shape of fuuinjutsu like runes and a keyhole.
Regardless of all that, she has the appearance of someone best written off as a short cute brat with dirty hair.
Clothing:
Ururu has never been picky about her clothes, comfort is king in the land of fashion, at least as far as she is concerned. That said she does have a sense of style. If she can find a cloak, coat, hat or tool belt made of leather, she’ll take it. Hoods, robes also wouldn’t be amiss either.
Stats:
ATK: 2
DEF: 1
SPD: 3
TEC: 4
Starting Proficiencies: Physical Strength [1000], Ranged Proficiency [1000], Remote Control Proficiency [600]
Starting Powers: Super Jump (Basic) [400], Master Acrobat [400], Hive Mind [400]
Starting Moves:
Six-Paths Double Claws
Cost: 900 Om
Materials: Silk, Leather Bindings, Tungsten Carbide Claws/Chains/Armor
Requires: Physical Strength, Acrobat Master, Ranged Proficiency, Remote Control Proficiency
These artifacts wrought by Ururu are a pair of fingerless gauntlet-bracers, each with five opposable claws paired individually to its own 30m chains sealed in a pocket-space. With a wrist flick they will snap around their designated digits for melee. However through channeled chakra they can be individually or in mass be launched, reeled in or controlled with appendage like precision depending on speeds.
For all functions its speed ranges from slow highly articulate to bullet like force/movement with simple less accurate sharp angled turns with proportionally greater chakra cost. If any part of the device is dislocated from the whole it becomes unreachable by the technique until repaired or replaced slowly outside of battle using chakra. Furthermore any excessive weight attached to the device will incur proportional loss of effectiveness with launching and reeling it in. Recalling the chains has an upper speed limit of 15 meters a second making it a maximum of 2 seconds to withdraw any fully extended claw.
Twin Sacrificial Rebirth
Cost: 300 Om
Requires: Remote Control Proficiency, Hive Mind
The base technique to which Ururu made her life and lies with. Through a series of hand seals and channeling of chakra Ururu can bring life to lifelessness, and generate a single durable replica of herself within a moment. There are some minor allowances from differences in appearance and apparel, but it will be a strong obvious familial relation to the user and their materials.
Combat effectiveness matches the user’s own in terms of skills and physical ability provided they assume direct control (read the user is committed to continuous concentration and limited movement). Autonomous use though personas (artificial personalities) is ineffective in combat without Tiered Assist to power their bodily functions beyond existing, a target, as a meat shield, or an authentic corpse. Said corpse will remain upon death to decay or until dismissed by the user. Range does not extend beyond the verse’s borders in which the user currently occupies.
The cost of this technique is a single decent payment of chakra that can be staggering if used several times in a short period consecutively.
I confirm that I have read and agreed to the Rules of Conduct.
All artwork and characterizations are property of Jeremy Mahieu, AKA Darkarma Tallon. All Rights Reserved.
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