My Santuary[P][T]
Aug 8, 2019 7:58:18 GMT -7
Post by Defiant on Aug 8, 2019 7:58:18 GMT -7
Detect Evil
Rank: "C"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: The user can sense the presence of evil.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Range of this Jutsu is 20 meters cone-shaped emanation. Duration is Concentration, up to 5 minutes per Class Level. The user can sense the presence of evil. The amount of information revealed depends on how long the user studies a particular area or subject.
1st Round: Presence or absence of evil.
2nd Round: Number of evil auras (creatures, objects, or Jutsus) in the area and the power of the most potent evil aura present. If the user is of good alignment, and the strongest evil aura's power is overwhelming (see below), and the Trainnig Points of the aura's source is at least twice the user's Training Points, they are stunned for 1 round and the Jutsu ends.
3rd Round: The power and location of each aura. If an aura is outside the user's line of sight, then the user may discern its direction but not its exact location.
Aura Power: An evil aura's power depends on the type of evil creature or object that the user's detecting and its Class Level; see the accompanying list. If an aura falls into more than one strength category, the Jutsu indicates the stronger of the two.
"D" and "C" Class: Faint
"B" Class: Moderate
"A" Class: Strong
"S" Class: Overwhelming
Lingering Aura: An evil aura lingers after its original source dissipates (in the case of a Jutsu) or is destroyed (in the case of a creature or Chakra item). If detect evil is performed and directed at such a location, the Jutsu indicates an aura strength of dim (even weaker than a faint aura). How long the aura lingers at this dim level depends on its original power: Animals, traps, poisons, and other potential perils are not evil, and as such this Jutsu does not detect them.
Faint: 1d6 rounds
Moderate: 1d6 minutes
Strong: 1d6×10 minutes
Overwhelming: 1d6 days
Each round, the user can turn to detect evil in a new area.
Limit: Must be a Sensor Specialist.
0/10
Detecting Evil, it felt like spiders crawling up her spine. Every time she did this, it felt just as uncomfortable as the first time. She was in this bar, in this chair in the corner looking out over the sparse crowd, keeping everyone in sight as she tended to do, and keeping herself out of their sight. This bar was her Haven, a place where she came to sit in quiet peace. The people here were nice enough, lonely enough and old enough for a young girl like her to get whatever she wanted with ease, and what she wanted was seclusion. But nice, lonely old men are only so nice for so long.
"Hey...Gwynny," a man said with a burp as he dragged his chair from wherever he had been to sit across from Gwyn's table. God, he reeked. The smell of cheap alcohol rolled off him in waves, and there was another, sickly, rotting smell coming from him too; something that lingered just under the surface. Gwynevir leaned back in her chair, recoiling from his presence. He grinned a toothy grin and leered at her, his eyes hungrily taking in her features.
Her skin crawled under his gaze, but something about this feeling was different than normal. No, this wasn't simply revulsion at this gross old fool's approach. She remembered his mouth moving but no sound, his expression changing from a sly, smug smirk, to confusion, and finally to anger as it slowly dawned on him that she wasn't listening. Gwyn didn't hear his words, only felt his presence in those few moments of their meeting. It was a culmination of senses that told her a story of his character. His body language, his smell, his expressions were all things she didn't like, but it's as if there were more details that triggered a primeval sense inside her.
It was as if, suddenly, she cloud look at his very being, and not just at his face. She looked through and into him, wide eyed in surprise as it almost seemed like his disgusting thoughts were coming off of him in a vapor. It was brown and black, like dried blood, and it seemed to bubble and pop with every word she didn't hear. This aura that cascaded from his skin and rolled around him like a ghastly cloak is what made Gwyn recoil, and sent the feeling of spiders running down her spine for the first time.
It didn't take her long after that encounter to get a handle on herself. She considered her emotions mastered, and would not be shaken so easily by such feelings. Gwyn always sat their, and wouldn't let that encounter, one she got out of with a sharp jab to the man's nose when he reached to touch her, ruin this place for her. On the contrary, he had opened her eyes to a new concept by his overwhelmingly disgusting presence; that she could Detect the Evil natures of people. She practiced in that bar, from that corner, watching everyone that came and went, and found only rarely other's with aura's like his. They seemed to always have a certain way about them. A deliberateness to all their actions, and a strange, often unearned, confidence about them.
Like any drug (if she could call being revolted a drug) it didn't his as hard the more she did it, and eventually, she was desensitized to it. Maybe, however, that was for the best. She didn't loose the ability to sense them, it was simply a thing she had to decide to, and she was thankful for that. Now, she was in control of the spiders, and she decided when to feel that chill, and she knows now that, the one who had first been the catalyst for her new found senses, had not even been a drop compared to the oceans of depravity that can ooze from someone's aura.
After him, in that corner she had seen auras ranging from his moderately misty, to fragile little clouds of darkness, to an aura so powerful, it actually rooted her to the spot. Knowing that darkness so strong could exist at all, and knowing that it could exist in her home none the less filled her with rage. A rage she drowned in alcohol. She considered her power often, and laughed at the miracle it was that she had the ability to sense intent so clearly...when she had no desire to sense anything at all.
Rank: "C"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: The user can sense the presence of evil.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Range of this Jutsu is 20 meters cone-shaped emanation. Duration is Concentration, up to 5 minutes per Class Level. The user can sense the presence of evil. The amount of information revealed depends on how long the user studies a particular area or subject.
1st Round: Presence or absence of evil.
2nd Round: Number of evil auras (creatures, objects, or Jutsus) in the area and the power of the most potent evil aura present. If the user is of good alignment, and the strongest evil aura's power is overwhelming (see below), and the Trainnig Points of the aura's source is at least twice the user's Training Points, they are stunned for 1 round and the Jutsu ends.
3rd Round: The power and location of each aura. If an aura is outside the user's line of sight, then the user may discern its direction but not its exact location.
Aura Power: An evil aura's power depends on the type of evil creature or object that the user's detecting and its Class Level; see the accompanying list. If an aura falls into more than one strength category, the Jutsu indicates the stronger of the two.
"D" and "C" Class: Faint
"B" Class: Moderate
"A" Class: Strong
"S" Class: Overwhelming
Lingering Aura: An evil aura lingers after its original source dissipates (in the case of a Jutsu) or is destroyed (in the case of a creature or Chakra item). If detect evil is performed and directed at such a location, the Jutsu indicates an aura strength of dim (even weaker than a faint aura). How long the aura lingers at this dim level depends on its original power: Animals, traps, poisons, and other potential perils are not evil, and as such this Jutsu does not detect them.
Faint: 1d6 rounds
Moderate: 1d6 minutes
Strong: 1d6×10 minutes
Overwhelming: 1d6 days
Each round, the user can turn to detect evil in a new area.
Limit: Must be a Sensor Specialist.
0/10
Detecting Evil, it felt like spiders crawling up her spine. Every time she did this, it felt just as uncomfortable as the first time. She was in this bar, in this chair in the corner looking out over the sparse crowd, keeping everyone in sight as she tended to do, and keeping herself out of their sight. This bar was her Haven, a place where she came to sit in quiet peace. The people here were nice enough, lonely enough and old enough for a young girl like her to get whatever she wanted with ease, and what she wanted was seclusion. But nice, lonely old men are only so nice for so long.
"Hey...Gwynny," a man said with a burp as he dragged his chair from wherever he had been to sit across from Gwyn's table. God, he reeked. The smell of cheap alcohol rolled off him in waves, and there was another, sickly, rotting smell coming from him too; something that lingered just under the surface. Gwynevir leaned back in her chair, recoiling from his presence. He grinned a toothy grin and leered at her, his eyes hungrily taking in her features.
Her skin crawled under his gaze, but something about this feeling was different than normal. No, this wasn't simply revulsion at this gross old fool's approach. She remembered his mouth moving but no sound, his expression changing from a sly, smug smirk, to confusion, and finally to anger as it slowly dawned on him that she wasn't listening. Gwyn didn't hear his words, only felt his presence in those few moments of their meeting. It was a culmination of senses that told her a story of his character. His body language, his smell, his expressions were all things she didn't like, but it's as if there were more details that triggered a primeval sense inside her.
It was as if, suddenly, she cloud look at his very being, and not just at his face. She looked through and into him, wide eyed in surprise as it almost seemed like his disgusting thoughts were coming off of him in a vapor. It was brown and black, like dried blood, and it seemed to bubble and pop with every word she didn't hear. This aura that cascaded from his skin and rolled around him like a ghastly cloak is what made Gwyn recoil, and sent the feeling of spiders running down her spine for the first time.
It didn't take her long after that encounter to get a handle on herself. She considered her emotions mastered, and would not be shaken so easily by such feelings. Gwyn always sat their, and wouldn't let that encounter, one she got out of with a sharp jab to the man's nose when he reached to touch her, ruin this place for her. On the contrary, he had opened her eyes to a new concept by his overwhelmingly disgusting presence; that she could Detect the Evil natures of people. She practiced in that bar, from that corner, watching everyone that came and went, and found only rarely other's with aura's like his. They seemed to always have a certain way about them. A deliberateness to all their actions, and a strange, often unearned, confidence about them.
Like any drug (if she could call being revolted a drug) it didn't his as hard the more she did it, and eventually, she was desensitized to it. Maybe, however, that was for the best. She didn't loose the ability to sense them, it was simply a thing she had to decide to, and she was thankful for that. Now, she was in control of the spiders, and she decided when to feel that chill, and she knows now that, the one who had first been the catalyst for her new found senses, had not even been a drop compared to the oceans of depravity that can ooze from someone's aura.
After him, in that corner she had seen auras ranging from his moderately misty, to fragile little clouds of darkness, to an aura so powerful, it actually rooted her to the spot. Knowing that darkness so strong could exist at all, and knowing that it could exist in her home none the less filled her with rage. A rage she drowned in alcohol. She considered her power often, and laughed at the miracle it was that she had the ability to sense intent so clearly...when she had no desire to sense anything at all.