Amaterasu -Ama-
Jan 17, 2016 0:37:48 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2016 0:37:48 GMT -7
AMATERASU
'Ama'
INTERPRETATION 'Shining over heaven' | EPOCH 23 ‘appears 19 indefinitely’ |
STATURE AND MASS 5 Foot 7 Inches, 59 Kilograms | KEKKEI GENKAI N/A |
GENETICALLY Female (Miss) | ALIGNMENT Evil, Lawful |
BIRTH PLACE AND HOMESTEAD Yuki no Kuni (Born) Kusa no Sato | EXPERTISE Ninjutsu, Taijutsu Specialist |
Inner Woman
Amaterasu for the most part acts in a very aristocratic, conceited and fastidious manner, despite the fact that she is the most dormant and courageous person around. She was diagnosed by her aggregate absence of emotions which she frequently conceals with an apocryphal yet serious, transparent façade. At a youthful age, she experienced a mental accustom and training to farther hide her true nature and to appear as another person. But before she had the chance to acknowledge what they were doing to her, and what was transpiring, the people, particularly Lady Qinqin, were making her a merciless killer. Amaterasu had stifled every last bit of her feelings, laying every last bit of her reliability to whoever orders her, and in this way making it easier for her to achieve dangerous, abhorrent, or unethical missions.
She grew up into an existence of isolation, for the most part avoiding other individuals, however in the event that she was ever confronted by anyone, she ordinarily minds her own business replying as affably conceivable, talking in a delicate, spoken manner. Amaterasu is a hard young lady to comprehend and is pretty much as difficult to anticipate in various circumstances for she as a rule runs with the more equivocal course rather than the less demanding one. Also, attempting to go anyplace near her as far as association is for all intents and purposes unthinkable. The tribulation in learning that Amaterasu's father died and her now legal guardian is Lady Qinqin was hard on her, and at whatever point she goes over the edge, past agony because of a hard life, she for all intents and purposes goes horrible, grieving and lamenting over her lost father. To her Mistress (Qinqin), Amaterasu is known as the empty shell who could be anything she needed to be, even an immaculate ninja.
Taking a more philosophical perspective on life, she realized that things had already been planned out for her. What's more, not just that Qinqin had taught her everything within the arts of becoming a ninja, that included a strong mind, body and soul, where her personality states above, but that one, two or maybe a whole group of people, when together, form a sort of bond that will lead to predestined results, that your fate is determined not by those who are superior, but by others, your friends, your rivals, whoever you may find yourself speaking with. You must choose your words carefully, your friends with care, your enemies with caution, for you may never know who may or may not be the death of you. It's essentially the way Amaterasu thinks, there is no chance to get of halting her convictions, for she does what she sees fit. That is, this is the mask she endures.
In reality, her identity is radically diverse around those she is agreeable or reliable with. Amaterasu is a troublesome lady to understand. To be short and to the point, she is not good at socializing with others.
Carved Figure
When Amaterasu was conceived, she took after the same qualities her precursors had, alabaster shaded skin, with dark wavy hair. However, when she left her village, to change her hair from wavy to anything diverse, rather than utilizing an advanced straightener, she additionally took after the Geisha's practice and had wax brushed through her hair before having her hair applied through with a straightener. This took longer, yet the results endured extensively. When she was born, her wavy hair made her look older and non-Asian. Not wanting to be dishonoured by any of her family members, she took the actions to change her appearance to at least look more presentable. If Amaterasu had not altered herself in an appearance to better satisfy her guardians, her hair would be hacked at, and her punishment would be enduring.
Humiliation to domestic disgrace, were a few examples she would have to go through if she did not seek change, and so when she did she made it so she did not regret it later on. In the end, her hair was the only image which had changed. Her teeth were naturally straight and peal white in colour. Of course she was taught to not smile, but then that had never been an issue. Amaterasu has no laugh lines, or smiling creases. When she was living within the care of Lady Qinqin, she was advised to apply cream to her skin on some occasions to get the feel of make-up disguise. And in the end, she decided to use the cream the Geisha use, Neri-Oshiroi. Modernized so that the chemicals do not distress her skin and cause her health to feasibly jeopardize her career.
Amaterasu attempted to camouflage her appearance more, however discovered in the end that she was unable to do so. To sum up her entire facial appearance, Amaterasu has bloodless coloured skin which with cream (Neri-Oshiroi) it still looks natural and not powdered, sharp black eyes and pronounced straight white teeth. Her hair is ink black and the length is that which was popular in the Heian era, almost touching the ground and uncut. To incorporate with an ownership of extremely fragile facial features, are the red liquid eyeliner that are lined underneath her eyes, pointed marginally at the finishes.
What's more, to finish up, her lips are shaded the same red veil. Her make-up is finished to an impeccable look, much like a Geisha respect. Amaterasu was conceived with sleek sophisticated eyebrows – a symbol of nobility, and are often kept tidy and naturally. Finally, Amaterasu wears the transitional Heian Noble Literator, Wa Lolita Fete Hime Blend kimono to a plain white Furisode kimono with additional long sleeves. The dress colouring’s are constantly white. The same goes for her combat gown.Head.
Long dark hair with long fringe. Elegant feature with snow white skin and dark eyes. Frequently looks dismal or dull however when she shows expressions, she full of emotion. Her face is presently covered with Neri-Oshiroi as in English: white powder and has her hair straightened. Red liquid eyeliner underneath her eyes, pointed at the tip close to the end. Dark liquid eyeliner over the eyes and underneath closer to the tear duct. Red lips. No other cosmetics beside moisturizer and powder. Seems more youthful than her real age. Can pass off as an Uchiha or an Kaishin.Body.Stands at five feet, seven inches and weighs roughly fifty-nine kilograms. She has a top hourglass body shape, having a flawlessly characterized waist and a bust which is bigger than her hips. She has fragile adjusted shoulders that adjust pleasantly to her hips. Her weight is evident and nimbly bends out to her hips. She has a nice rounded bottom and a beautiful side as well as her front profile. Her upper body is proportionate in length to her legs which are shapely. She is also slightly muscled with marble coloured skin tone. She wears white in shading, kimonos extending from Furisode to Komon or Yukata furthermore a blended style kimono called Heian Noble Literator, Wa Lolita Fete Hime. She additionally wears level shoes from Hakimono to either dark yet for the most part white Tai Chi shoe (kung fu shoe).
Distant Past
In the deepest part of the night, when all the candles save one had been put out and everyone lay quiet, the woman crossed silently to her desk and sat down. She put that one candle at her right hand, and spread out a piece of paper as slowly as possible across the desktop, so as to make no noise. She held its left side down with her hand – a white hand with long, slender fingers, which Mistress Qinqin had once described as “a tree with uneven branches.” The hand looked young, as if it belonged to a virgin of fifteen. From across the room, with only one candle for illumination, the woman’s face looked as young as the hand. But up closer, although the outlines of the beauty were still there, within the frame of the loveliness there were heavy-lidded dark eyes which had traces of exhaustion under them. No longer did the youth of a child full of emotion reflected there. With that incongruously slender-fingered, elegantly ringed hand, and sighing softly into the candle light, she dipped her pen in ink and began to write.Dear Dairy,
9 January 2016.
It is so appropriate to colour hope yellow; like that sun I seldom saw. And as I begin to write a passage to hopefully be read by someone else but myself, a title comes as if inspired. ‘Open the Window and Stand in the Sunshine.’ Yet, I hesitate to name my story that. For I think of myself more as a flower wanting to bloom. Or more like a Paper Fan, an Uchiha Fan, one which shall never fold. But as I write now, if I were a flower, I would be a paper flower. Born so brightly coloured, and fading duller through all those long, grim, dreary, nightmarish days when I am held prisoner of loneliness, and kept captive by hatred. In the end, I will never colour even one of my paper blossoms yellow.
Any author would often start their novels with the birth of the protagonist and, being an author by heart as most of them were, I would duplicate their styles – if I could. But unlike me, they are genius born to write without difficulty while I find every word I put down, I put down with tears, with bitter blood, well mixed and blended with shame and guilt. I thought I would never feel ashamed or guilty, that these were burdens for others to bear. Years have passed and I am older and wiser now, accepting, too. The tempest of rage that once stormed within me has simmered down so I can write, I hope, with truth and with less hatred and prejudice than would have been the case a few years ago.
So, like an author’s gift, in this work of "fiction" I will hide myself away behind a false name, and live in fake places, and I will pray to God that those who should will hurt when they read what I have to say. Certainly God in his infinite mercy will see that some understanding publisher will put my words in a book, and help grind the knife that I hope to wield.
To begin, I write down my first memory. So dear, dear diary, I want to tell my secrets…
Warmth. Wind. Dancing blue waters, and the sound of waves. I see, hear, feel them all still. I even taste the sting of the salt against my lips, where the fine, misty spray coats them. And closer even than that, the lulling, drowsy smell of my mother’s skin by my nose, where she holds me against her bosom, her hand making a sunshade across my forehead to shield my eyes. The boat is rocking gently, and my mother is rocking me as well, so I sway to a double rhythm. It makes me very sleepy, and the sloshing of the water all around me makes a blanket of sound, wrapping me securely. I am held safely, cradled in love and watchfulness. I remember. I remember. . .
And then . . . the memory is torn apart, upended, overturned, as the boat must have been. My mother gone, and I tumbling through the air, caught by other arms, rough ones that grip so hard around my middle that I can hardly breathe. And the splashing . . . I can still hear the splashing, hear the brief, surprised cries.
They say I could not possibly, that I was not yet three years old when my mother drowned in the harbour.
They whispered: “terrible accident, and on such a calm day, how did it ever happen? was the boat tampered with? did someone push? no, she just tripped and fell in while trying to stand up, and you know she couldn’t swim, no, we didn’t know that, until it was too late, why then did she go out on the water so often? She liked it, poor soul, poor Kiyomi, liked the sound and the colours.”
A bright blue ball seems to envelop all that terror, that thrashing and the arcs of water flying all over, a sweeping circle, and the screams of the ladies on the boat. They say that someone dived over to help and was dragged down, too, and that two died instead of one. They also say that I clawed and kicked and tried to fling myself after my mother, screaming in fear and loss, but my strong-armed capture, who had caught me, held me fast.
I remember being pushed onto my back and being held flat, staring up at the underside of a canopy where dazzling blue water was reflected, and unable to throw off my captor’s hands.
No one comforts me, as one would expect someone to do for a frightened child. They are too concerned with preventing me from escaping. They say I cannot remember that either, but I do. How exposed I feel, how naked on that boat bench, torn from my mother’s arms and now forcibly held down, as the boat hurries for shore.
Some days later I am taken to a large, echoing room, where light seems to come in from all sides and wind sweeps through, too. It is a room, but it feels as if it is also outdoors–a special sort of room. It was a day I dreaded even now as it has already happened. A nightmare. I knew then that my life was in danger. And as I was taken away, at that tender age I had been, I had no idea I was so right.
So, Qinqin, it is thus, and on that day, I became your daughter.
A lady without a character is a lady whose past is so obfuscated in mystery that to attempt and find her roots would be similar to an attempt to seizing darkness with clawed fingers. Amaterasu is much like the tentacle-like vapours of a metaphysical veil, her presence is capricious, and reticent. What's more, when everything around her lies in remains, she could undoubtedly go through and vanish without a trace, or remorse. But to understand her emotions and behaviour always starts with an antiquity of old times and the only genuine source of data specifying Amaterasu's affairs in both her life and her feelings are all her own, yet a memory and recollections are constantly whimsical, not even she could review all her historical moments in life, regardless of the possibility that she did by some chance have an Eidetic memory. Amaterasu is a young woman without a family, and a female with no genuine origin…
Both of Amaterasu’s parents died at sea, one an assassination, and the other suicide. The fact that her father could not get over his grief seemed pathetic, but then again, no one loved her mother as much as he did. It simply sad she doesn’t remember who or what her father was. Amaterasu’s early memories of him were of a powerful man, someone important yet her mother was one of all the riches. She remembers far back as to him having black curly shoulder length hair with serious features. A stern man. Now when it came to remembrance of her mother, Amaterasu’s image of her mother is kept in crystal, frozen in time. A beautiful young mother, twenty when she had her daughter, fourteen when she married her husband. Long black glossy hair, layered like a raven’s wing with snow coloured skin pale like the Li clans. Amaterasu was a mommy’s girl.
I wasn’t born and raised to be a kunoichi. I wasn’t even born in Kusagakure. I was a spoiled daughter from a cold village called Yukigakure or Yuki no Kuni. In all my life I've never told more than a handful of people anything at all about Yukigakure, or about the house in which I grew up, or about my mother and father and certainly not about how I became a ninja, or what it was like to be one. Most people would much rather carry on with their fantasies that my mother and grandmother were kunoichi’s, and that I began my training in the academy when I was weaned from the breast, and so on. As a matter of fact, one day many years ago I was pouring a cup of sake for a man who happened to mention that he had been in Yukigakure only the previous week. Well, I felt as a bird must feel when it has flown across the ocean and comes upon a creature that knows its nest. I was so shocked I couldn't stop myself from saying:
"Yukigakure! Why, that's where I grew up!"
This poor man! His face went through the most remarkable series of changes. He tried his best to smile, though it didn't come out well because he couldn't get the look of shock off his face.
"Yukigakure?" he said. "You can't mean it."
I long ago developed a very practiced smile, which I call my "Noh smile" because it resembles a Noh mask whose features are frozen. Its advantage is that men can interpret it however they want; you can imagine how often I've relied on it. I decided I'd better use it just then, and of course it worked. He let out all his breath and tossed down the cup of sake I'd poured for him before giving an enormous laugh I'm sure was prompted more by relief than anything else. Later that night, I killed him.
Killing was taught to Amaterasu as soon as she was under the house of Lady Qinqin, a woman as hot as ambers burning bright in a fire. She was taken from her home and was brought up in Kusa no Kuni as a shinobi for the village. But it wasn't the normal way though as when she was imported into the village she underwent personal classes with Qinqin instead of going straight to the Academy or farther more gaining residence from the Kage themselves. Qinqin told her that she was going to be taught by her hand and her hand only and so therefor, not only did the Kage not know about her, her training was guided from Qinqin and it was done in absolute secrecy.
It all started with the way Qinqin wanted her granddaughter to speak and how she was to hold herself. She was taught to speak with manners until she sounded as though she was of noble blood. And no matter if she did not like the way she was being brought up, she had no say in the matter and so therefor she had to remain conceited, to sound conceited and with a demanding manner. And due to this she developed the curse of not being much of a talker, but Lady Qinqin allowed that to slide for if she was captured she will know when to keep her mouth shut.
So in the end, Qinqin left that as that believing that she was brave and very bold for her age and that was all that mattered in her stage in life. As boldness was the new step into being the perfect shinobi for a village in glory. At the time she had to practice at lot as the feeling of urgency was a strong guide. And many tasks left her sick until it was too late to save her. One method was to keep her head down and her backside up, and to avoid punishment for the punishment could be deadly. Since the death of her beloved parents, survival was a difficult task in itself, Amaterasu did not want to die.
At the time when she was still young and naïve, Amaterasu was guided up to the temple at the highest peak near her home where the houses were built into the mountain and peaks side. She met Qinqin there through a summoning which would change her life forever. Young Amaterasu was ordered to do what Qinqin wanted her to do and her first challenge was to kill. At the time, she did not want to listen into what Qinqin had to say but when push came to shove, she had no choice but to obey and do what she was ordered…
Within the room Monozygotic twin girls were playing near the window overlooking the home and Dojo below. Terror struck, I was forced to kill the girls and even at first I knew that a punishment was heading my way. I could feel it, sense it and taste it. I could only imagine what the twins were thinking on their way down to their death’s below. Yet I was terrified for my punishment. I didn’t know if I could handle it. However, I approached the girls who were unaware of what was about to happen to them and I pushed them out the window, shattering the glass and was forced to listen to their screams as they fell to the jagged cliffs below. I could feel the tears as they lined my cheeks, and that alone was a clear sign that I had to do chores like that from now on. Kill, hide my emotions. Become someone else. I was a fool. I lost my family, and then took someone else’s children from them. I was disgusted with myself but lived in fear of what might happen to me if I don’t do what I am asked of. Of course Lady Qinqin was disappointed, believing that my way of handling the test was pathetic. It was dealt with immediately. Fevered and agony moments for several days after the murder of the girls, the punishment was cruel and lasted for what seemed like years. Her cook was ordered to peel back Amaterasu’s skin to see if he could see the wonders his mother was hoping for, and that was a cold emotionless killer. When I was released, I was bandaged up and had to attend the medical school for a day to make sure that the damage wasn't life threatening. I remembered, I was praying that it was.
From that day Lady Qinqin noticed how quickly her charge had healed after the wounds which would have left scars. Her attention shifted from Amaterasu and went to the medical school. While they were under the greedy gaze of Qinqin, Amaterasu was left to heal, and to mourn over the lost souls who she had a help in destroying. However, it wasn’t long until her life was changing once again. She wasn't even a teen when she had her emotions stripped from her. And like the test before, the lessens were so painful that if she did something wrong, she would get thrashed across her knuckles and have her meals cancelled. Qinqin’s training methods were strange but effective and when the time seemed right for Lady Qinqin, that she believed that her now favourite charge had lost her emotions, the next task was for her to kill the other members of Qinqin’s family collection.
At the time Amaterasu felt everything, terror being uppermost in her mind, beginning toward heartbreak. But she was well aware that if she shows a hint of sadness, or even happiness she would have blown the chance of faking this emotionless child Qinqin had dreamed of. And so with an emotionless behaviour, Amaterasu entered the Dojo and killed every last woman and child. Boys and girls. Even animals were caught in the cross fire and for some strange reason, she truly felt nothing for them at all. That the feeling she had before was simply worries that if one turn was wrong, she would have died. Even though worry was an emotion, she didn't dare tell Lady Qinqin. No, and so afterward, that was one in many secrets she began to withhold against Qinqin.
And so after so much pain and sorrow, the trainings had pulled off. And since having an unwanted close relationship with Qinqin, she survived the battle which unknowingly began to drive her slightly insane. But the whole time since living under her care, Amaterasu had made no friends in means that when it finally came to her kill, she would feel nothing. And that turn of choice she had to make proved to be the right one, that having trained extra hard to conceal her emotions had finally worked.
When she exited from the building, Amaterasu lacked emotion to the point that nothing showed upon her face beside the fact that her eyes appeared cold, and when faced by Qinqin, she was rewarded. The following day, waking up in blood and approaching Lady Qinqin upon orders, she was offered a chance to go to the ninja academy to train and become a ninja. And though she had skills already, she agreed anyway, as long as she could leave the nightmare behind. And so she was finally introduced to the Kage of Kusa and was then sent off to the academy.Life at the academy.
As time slowed down to the point that the now young teen felt freedom, she had exceptional skills of chakra control, and even though she lacked within sparing, hand to hand, she made a mental-note that one day she'll learn a Taijutsu style that will make her even more of a professional ninja. In the academy Amaterasu had no friends, or at least true friends, they were mostly people who respected her skill or just thought she was attractive, and her arrogant and silent attitude just made her more mysterious or something along those lines. She simply could not fathom having to talk to any of them, believing them all useless, if she was ever going to form a team outside of the academy once she graduated to being a Genin, it was certainly not going to be with any of those students.
As the graduation day grew closer, so did her contempt for the people in her class, asking her to join their team, wanting to know if she had plans, and each time they would be answered with a blunt answer: 'no'. The day of graduation occurred, and Amaterasu graduated at the age of sixteen and three quarters.
“Amaterasu, for being the top class student. I present you with this Hitai-ate. It would usually be dark green as commonly seen for Genin’s. However, you can choose between these two colours,” as her sensei spoke, he then held out two different Kusa carved forehead protectors, one white, and the other black. Deciding, she reached out and pulled the black from his grip and tied it on, wearing it as a hair-band.
As soon as the academy was finalized, she opened up slightly. But not before she returned home to where Lady Qinqin lived, and killed her.Revenge. Murder is sweet.
When I arrived at Lady Qinqin’s home, I was surprise to find that she was nowhere to be seen. But that didn’t mean the house was empty. The thought of killing everybody came to mind, then the as she reached up and touched her headband, she knew she couldn’t without consequences. However, it didn’t stop her from removing the band and placing it in her folds. “One last horrible deed before I am free from my past.” I then told all the innocent people to leave and come back later. They were old enough to life on their own, and I knew that they would return and take this house and make it theirs. It didn’t matter, for two people were going to be dead and they weren’t all that innocent. I paced the room, planning and when he entered the room alone, I made the first move.Sometime later the same day.
I watched from the corner as Lady Qinqin entered the room. I made it so that the first thing she saw was unpleasant. Her son, the bastard cook who enjoyed torturing her and many innocent others, laid hung over the bed where she had impaled him to the wall by his own katana which was coming out of his chest. His eyes were gone, and he had also been castrated – his dick was dangling limply out of his mouth. Signifying the filthy pig he was. As Qinqin screamed, I clamped my hand over her mouth, and circled her waist with my left arm.
“Miss me, Qinqin? Your son had it coming you know. Torturing not only me, but others you set your mind to. Even rape though I was grateful I was not one of his many victims. He screamed very much like you do. He won’t be screaming anymore.”
I dragged her then, surprised that I could, Qinqin wasn’t a slim women and ignored her struggles. As we neared the whirlpool Qinqin had recently installed in the master bathroom, I threw her in the steaming, bubbling water and watched as the water scalded her body. Livid purple welts broke out all over her body and Qinqin even tried to jump out. Unfortunately, I grabbed her and forced her head under the water, screaming as I did so before I manage to control my voice.
“The temperature is two hundred fifty degrees,” I informed her calmly as I could when I allowed the nearly dead women to resurface. “And a mortal like yourself, well you are already severely disfigured, and yes, dying. However, before you leave this life, I am going to do what your dead son did to those helpless girls you allowed him to insult. So hold still and let me clean you.”
I picked up a vicious-looking brush and scrubbed her skin roughly, telling her that I will make her bleed from head to foot if she screamed. Still in the bath as she was, she not only screamed but bled as well and after an interminable length of time, I yanked her out of the water by her hair, using a coarse towel to dry her. Qinqin cried out when the towel opens up wounds and at her cry, I whacked her on the back of the head with the brush. “Be quiet.” Then I attacked her hair, pulling it out of her scalp with each vicious stroke. When I was done, I put a white shift over her and left her dying on the bathroom floor.
“There – at least now you’re somewhat purified.”
I left the room and told the others who remained behind to do whatever they thought necessary to the two bodies left in the rooms. I had my revenge, left my old house and pulled my forehead protector out from the folds of my dress and tied up my hair.
“Now, I am a changed woman. A Genin of Kusagakure.”
Amaterasu's Capabilities
Ninjutsu Specialist 2 out of 6
- Doton no Jutsu
- Shōton no Jutsu
- Suiton no Jutsu
- Raiton no Jutsu
- Katon no Jutsu
- Fuuton no Jutsu
Taijutsu Specialist 3 out of 6
- Hachimontonkou 1-4
- The Art of Throwing – Specialist.
- Kentoushi
- Tessen
- Busōsen
- Kumotate
Genjutsu Non-Specialist 0 out of 4
- Phantasm Perception
- Shadow Perception
- Glamour Perception
- Open
Clan Non-Specialist 1 out of 4
- Tsubasa
- Soulcaster
- Yamanaka
- Uchiha
Miscellaneous 0 out of 10
- Mythical Summoner
- AnBu
- Ritualist Augmentation
- Ritualist: Deception
- Art of Throwing - Specialist GM
- Jack Of Trades - Uni Ninjutsu
- Open
- Open
- Open
- Open
Universal 0 out of 4
- Universal TaiJutsu (000 limit out of 200)
- Universal NinJutsu (000 limit out of 500)
- Universal Genjutsu (000 limit out of 400)
- Universal Miscellaneous (000 limit out of 400)
Traits X Skills
Able Learner
Rank: "C"
Skill: Social Trait
Effect: The user has great aptitude for learning.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: When learning a skill, the skill states how many times a die roll may be applied to show how much they learned within that skill. Example, when a user learns "Botany" they gain 5 die rolls. This "trait" increases the amount of die rolls by 1.5 rounded to the highest number at 1 die roll per learning, however any number higher than 1 die roll is rounded down. For example: User learns Botany and gains 5 die rolls. With this Trait they will gain 7 die rolls. However if a user learns Lockpicking they normally get 1 die roll, however with this Trait they will gain 2 die rolls.
Limit: Must start with Character; replaces 2 Freebies.Killer
Rank: "C"
Skill: Combat Trait
Effect: User has made their first kill at a very young age and found the task of war or murder to their liking.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: User either takes a particular pride in a well-placed blow, or find vile pleasure in twisting the blade to maximize the target's pain. The user deals +20 Armour Points in striking damage in trait bonus against vital areas. This trait replaces 1 Freebies.
Limit: Must start with Character; replaces 1 Freebies.Chakra Resistance
Rank: "B"
Skill: Chakra Trait
Effect: Some Humans are even less affected by Chakra.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Increases the characters natural bonus on saves vs. Chakra Jutsus & Chakra-like effects to +4 Trait Bonus. Users gain a Damage Resistance against Chakra Techniques equal to 20 points Racial Bonus. This trait replaces 2 Freebies.
Limit: Must start with Character; replaces 2 Freebies.Will of Men, The
Rank: "C"
Skill: Faith Trait
Effect: Men are creatures of will; their will carries them through a harsh world of politics and physical dangers.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: User gains a +1 trait bonus to all Will Saves. At "C", "B', "A", and "S" Class level, gain an additional +1 trait bonus. This trait replaces 1 Freebies.
Limit: Must start with Character; replaces 1 Freebies.Sound of Mind
Rank: "C"
Skill: Regional Traits
Effect: User's tranquil mind is especially resistant to manipulation.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: User gains a +2 trait bonus on saves against Mind-affecting effects. This trait replaces 1 Freebies.
Limit: Must start with Character; replaces 1 Freebies.Havoc of the Society
Rank: "C"
Skill: Chakra Trait
Effect: Through countless hours studying vast libraries of Chakra power, they have learned how to cause greater damage to their foes.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Whenever the user performs a Jutsu that deals damage, they gain +10 Armour Points in damage to the total damage dealt. This damage is considered Force damage regardless of the type of damage dealt by the Jutsu. This trait replaces 1 Freebies.
Limit: Must start with Character; replaces 1 Freebies.
Sense Motive [5] x1 [ 15| 125]
Rank: "E"
Skill: Skill
Effect: User is skilled at detecting falsehoods and true intentions.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A successful check lets you avoid being bluffed (see the Acting skill). The user can also use this skill to determine when "something is up" (that is, something odd is going on) or to assess someone's trustworthiness. Sense Motive does not, however, allow a character to determine whether a given statement is a lie. In addition, a character can use this skill to make an assessment of a social situation. With a successful check (Very Difficult Difficulty), the character can get the feeling from another's behavior that something is wrong. Also, the character can get the feeling that someone is trustworthy and honorable. A Sense Motive check may be made as a reaction to another character's Acting check. Try Again: No, though user may make a Sense Motive Check for each Acting check made against the user. Look in Task Skills thread found in the Skills and Traits Index for more information. If user has 25 or more Ranks in Evidence Analysis user gains a Synergy Bonus +10 to Sense Motive. If user has 25 or more Ranks in Cultures user gains a Synergy Bonus +10 to Sense Motive when interacting with someone of said Culture. If user has 25 or more Ranks in Cultures user gains a Synergy Bonus +10 to Sense Motive when interacting with someone of said Culture. Each time learned user gets 1 die roll to increase the skill.
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Observation [5] x12 [ 102| 125] - Master.
Rank: "E"
Skill: Skill
Effect: This skill focuses certain powers of observation - sight, smell, hearing, and touch.
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Description: Can be learned by an Animal. A failed check indicates that the character is oblivious until the thing is pointed out to him. This skill is important for ferreting out advancing enemies or ambushes, generally real-time events and actions occurring, versus scrutiny, which covers static objects or areas. A Game Master may roll an Observation skill check for a Character any time there is an NPC, monster, event or happening that a character might notice, even if he did not specifically state that he is monitoring his surroundings. Characters are capable of noticing any event within their perception. Observation reveals only facts, not motivation. If user has 25 or more Ranks in Evidence Analysis user gains a Synergy Bonus +10 to Observation. Each time learned user gets 1 die roll to increase the skill.
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Supplies
Primary:[/ul]Secondary:
Butt-Bag Type One - 12.5 | 15
- Kunai x8 (4 slots) (4,000 Ryo)
- Knife x2 (1 slot) (1,000 Ryo)
- Shuriken, Hira x45 (3 slots) (4,500 Ryo)
- Shuriken, Bo x45 (3 slots) (4,000 Ryo)
- Darts x15 (1 slot) (1,500 Ryo)
- Goggles x1 (0.5 Slot) (1,000 Ryo)
- Zooming Vision 15m (4,000 Ryo)
- Night Vision (5,000 Ryo)
- Camera Vision (5,000 Ryo)
Non-Weapon:
- Open
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