Shadow's Steps [Open]
Jul 17, 2017 5:42:31 GMT -7
Post by The Bearer of Bad News on Jul 17, 2017 5:42:31 GMT -7
Disguise Self [S-Class]
Rank: "D" [10 Training Points]
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: User can make themselves--including clothing, armor, weapons, and equipment--look different.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: ---
Description: Affects anyone who sees the user. The user is able to perform this technique on themselves. duration of this technique lasts for 50 minutes per class level. User can seem 1 foot shorter or taller, thin, fat, or in between. User cannot change their body type. For example, a human user could look human, humanoid, or like any other human-shaped bipedal creature. Otherwise, the extent of the apparent change is up to the user. The user could add or obscure a minor feature or look like an entirely different person. The Jutsu does not provide the abilities or mannerisms of the chosen form, nor does it alter the perceived tactile (touch) or audible (sound) properties of the user or their equipment. A battleaxe made to look like a dagger still functions as a battleaxe. A creature that interacts with the Glamour gets a save to recognize it as an illusion. For example, a creature that touched the user and realized that the tactile sensation did not match the visual one would be entitled to such a save.
Limit: Must know the Glamour Perception.
0/10
-enter-
Schatzi had been too long among the other Kedoin in Moon Country. While she had advanced her capabilities significantly, and learned more about the nature of what she had been created from, certain abilities left unused are eventually lost. As she had been among "her own kind" for so long, creatures with little investment in Human customs such as gender or modesty, she hadn't had to wield her illusions in nearly a year.
Because of this, where changes to what people saw when they looked at her were once second nature, now she couldn't raise the facade at all. Granted she could always just buy real clothes, but she didn't like the way they felt on her skin. Plus, she would first have to reach a shop to do so. Getting around in Human lands totally nude was difficult. The silly people always acted so shocked and appalled, shrieking and jeering. Feh, they were just jealous that they didn't have such flawless bodies as her. But what else could one expect, comparing inferior beings to the one created to be the Ultimate Life Form.
Besides, it wasn't like she had nothing on at all. She was wearing not just one or two, but THREE belts. One was settled as normal around her waist, the front fastened by the broad metal plate that bore the Waterfall Village's insignia. The symbol resembled an arrow pointing down, to the space between her other belts. Those hung loose, diagonally from each hip to cross just above her crotch. The pouches among these three belts carried the majority of her possessions, though she also carried two bags attached to her upper belt and had two weapons in clear view next to them. On the left, her money and a hand axe, on the right a bag of various herbs and pills as well as a high-quality boomerang.
Regardless, it was because of this complication that she now lurked in the deep shadows on the outskirts of the port town that would eventually take her away from this country. At least her skills in stealth hadn't gone to rust. Turning her attention inward, she tried to recall what the illusions felt like. The tingling sensation as the chakra flowed around her whenever she shifted its form, creating an intangible image according to her desires.
She brought her hands together, concentrating on the distribution of her chakra. It was strange to her, performing hand seals again, but it had been so long since she'd needed to cast any jutsu that she was no longer able to perform them automatically. She would need to relearn that too later, but for now there were other priorities. In place of her nude form, a wave of chakra shimmered over her body. Slowly, she started forming hand seals to shape the chakra more precisely.
Unlike her old scout uniform, the garb she chose was tough and mature, befitting a new self more confident in what her long life truly meant. It wasn't enough to give her some measure of meaning IN life, other than staving off boredom, but she was more educated now as to the NATURE of her life. She wasn't as immortal as she had assumed, to begin with. But that was fine. She was still the closest thing to it that she knew of, and the possibility of an ending lent her an urgent energy to every moment she'd never experienced before. Mortality was going to prove interesting.
As the illusory outfit shaped itself around her more pronounced curves, light leather in dusty badlands hues, she sashayed into the city proper, and into the light of day. Huh. No smoldering heat. No blinding pain in her eyes. She really was better than ever before. Nobody seemed to be reacting negatively, though she definitely turned heads. It might have been her good looks, or confident stride. Or more likely it was the perky cat's ears swiveling and twitching atop her head, or the long furry tail bouncing along with every step which extended from the base of her spine. The stares just turned her on. Although that could have been the sensation of raw power as well. It was hard to tell.
Much as she would have liked to play around with some of these inferior beings though, she really had wasted more than enough time on this island, the place where she was "born", twice now. First when she was created so long ago, and now more recently when she had grown and remade herself with the aid of the Kedoin colony. She had no interest in staying though. She wasn't the same as them, who were content to scuttle around like a hive of insects, with no concept of individuality. She was Schatzi Rutherford, something beyond them, and which they could strive to become if they wished. Those content to live as they did were little better than the Humans to her.
No, they were worse. While they might never reach her level, they at least had the potential to be more than they were, and made the conscious choice not to exercise it. The Humans were born inferior, and yet a few still managed to break free of the shackles of mediocrity and exceed expectations by the force of their will alone. As a rule they might have been little better than vermin, but a few could defy that convention enough to interest her at least.
She shook her head. Silly. She didn't remember ever being so introspective before. But perhaps monologueing to herself mentally was an inevitability when among such terribly dull beings for so long. But at least she was able to master new ways of applying her transformative powers under their care.
She found the most comfortable looking ship in the yard and flirted a bit with the captain, easily securing free passage under the unspoken implication that she might visit his quarters during the night. He wasn't bad looking, so she might even make good on it. Probably not though. She doubted he would satisfy her even if she did. Merchant captains were too soft for her tastes, and either too stringy or too flabby. It was the hard workers who had the best texture to their muscles. Nice and tender, without being too chewy.
The destination was the Land of Tea, relatively close to home. She was able to take the trip in relative luxury and even managed to resist the urge to murder anyone by the time they docked at a little town on Nagi Island.
-Move to Nagi-
Rank: "D" [10 Training Points]
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: User can make themselves--including clothing, armor, weapons, and equipment--look different.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: ---
Description: Affects anyone who sees the user. The user is able to perform this technique on themselves. duration of this technique lasts for 50 minutes per class level. User can seem 1 foot shorter or taller, thin, fat, or in between. User cannot change their body type. For example, a human user could look human, humanoid, or like any other human-shaped bipedal creature. Otherwise, the extent of the apparent change is up to the user. The user could add or obscure a minor feature or look like an entirely different person. The Jutsu does not provide the abilities or mannerisms of the chosen form, nor does it alter the perceived tactile (touch) or audible (sound) properties of the user or their equipment. A battleaxe made to look like a dagger still functions as a battleaxe. A creature that interacts with the Glamour gets a save to recognize it as an illusion. For example, a creature that touched the user and realized that the tactile sensation did not match the visual one would be entitled to such a save.
Limit: Must know the Glamour Perception.
0/10
-enter-
Schatzi had been too long among the other Kedoin in Moon Country. While she had advanced her capabilities significantly, and learned more about the nature of what she had been created from, certain abilities left unused are eventually lost. As she had been among "her own kind" for so long, creatures with little investment in Human customs such as gender or modesty, she hadn't had to wield her illusions in nearly a year.
Because of this, where changes to what people saw when they looked at her were once second nature, now she couldn't raise the facade at all. Granted she could always just buy real clothes, but she didn't like the way they felt on her skin. Plus, she would first have to reach a shop to do so. Getting around in Human lands totally nude was difficult. The silly people always acted so shocked and appalled, shrieking and jeering. Feh, they were just jealous that they didn't have such flawless bodies as her. But what else could one expect, comparing inferior beings to the one created to be the Ultimate Life Form.
Besides, it wasn't like she had nothing on at all. She was wearing not just one or two, but THREE belts. One was settled as normal around her waist, the front fastened by the broad metal plate that bore the Waterfall Village's insignia. The symbol resembled an arrow pointing down, to the space between her other belts. Those hung loose, diagonally from each hip to cross just above her crotch. The pouches among these three belts carried the majority of her possessions, though she also carried two bags attached to her upper belt and had two weapons in clear view next to them. On the left, her money and a hand axe, on the right a bag of various herbs and pills as well as a high-quality boomerang.
Regardless, it was because of this complication that she now lurked in the deep shadows on the outskirts of the port town that would eventually take her away from this country. At least her skills in stealth hadn't gone to rust. Turning her attention inward, she tried to recall what the illusions felt like. The tingling sensation as the chakra flowed around her whenever she shifted its form, creating an intangible image according to her desires.
She brought her hands together, concentrating on the distribution of her chakra. It was strange to her, performing hand seals again, but it had been so long since she'd needed to cast any jutsu that she was no longer able to perform them automatically. She would need to relearn that too later, but for now there were other priorities. In place of her nude form, a wave of chakra shimmered over her body. Slowly, she started forming hand seals to shape the chakra more precisely.
Unlike her old scout uniform, the garb she chose was tough and mature, befitting a new self more confident in what her long life truly meant. It wasn't enough to give her some measure of meaning IN life, other than staving off boredom, but she was more educated now as to the NATURE of her life. She wasn't as immortal as she had assumed, to begin with. But that was fine. She was still the closest thing to it that she knew of, and the possibility of an ending lent her an urgent energy to every moment she'd never experienced before. Mortality was going to prove interesting.
As the illusory outfit shaped itself around her more pronounced curves, light leather in dusty badlands hues, she sashayed into the city proper, and into the light of day. Huh. No smoldering heat. No blinding pain in her eyes. She really was better than ever before. Nobody seemed to be reacting negatively, though she definitely turned heads. It might have been her good looks, or confident stride. Or more likely it was the perky cat's ears swiveling and twitching atop her head, or the long furry tail bouncing along with every step which extended from the base of her spine. The stares just turned her on. Although that could have been the sensation of raw power as well. It was hard to tell.
Much as she would have liked to play around with some of these inferior beings though, she really had wasted more than enough time on this island, the place where she was "born", twice now. First when she was created so long ago, and now more recently when she had grown and remade herself with the aid of the Kedoin colony. She had no interest in staying though. She wasn't the same as them, who were content to scuttle around like a hive of insects, with no concept of individuality. She was Schatzi Rutherford, something beyond them, and which they could strive to become if they wished. Those content to live as they did were little better than the Humans to her.
No, they were worse. While they might never reach her level, they at least had the potential to be more than they were, and made the conscious choice not to exercise it. The Humans were born inferior, and yet a few still managed to break free of the shackles of mediocrity and exceed expectations by the force of their will alone. As a rule they might have been little better than vermin, but a few could defy that convention enough to interest her at least.
She shook her head. Silly. She didn't remember ever being so introspective before. But perhaps monologueing to herself mentally was an inevitability when among such terribly dull beings for so long. But at least she was able to master new ways of applying her transformative powers under their care.
She found the most comfortable looking ship in the yard and flirted a bit with the captain, easily securing free passage under the unspoken implication that she might visit his quarters during the night. He wasn't bad looking, so she might even make good on it. Probably not though. She doubted he would satisfy her even if she did. Merchant captains were too soft for her tastes, and either too stringy or too flabby. It was the hard workers who had the best texture to their muscles. Nice and tender, without being too chewy.
The destination was the Land of Tea, relatively close to home. She was able to take the trip in relative luxury and even managed to resist the urge to murder anyone by the time they docked at a little town on Nagi Island.
-Move to Nagi-
