Learning to Live Alone ~Open Training Thread~

[The Blind Bard]

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Training:
Tremorsense [2nd Learning]
Rank: "C"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: User gains the ability of tremorsense.
Special: Handseals
Drawback: ---
Description: Range of this technique is Personal. Duration of this technique is concentration up to 5 rounds per Class Level + 1 minute. The user gains the tremorsense 10 meters extraordinary ability for the duration of the technique. User may learn this technique up to 3 times. Each time increases the tremorsense by 10 meters. Tremorsense is sensitive to vibrations in the ground and can automatically pinpoint the location of anything that is in contact with the ground and within range. If no straight path exists through the ground from the creature to those that it's sensing, then the range defines the maximum distance of the shortest indirect path. It must itself be in contact with the ground, and the creatures must be moving. As long as the other creatures are taking physical actions, including performing Jutsus with Handseal components, they are considered moving; they don't have to move from place to place for a creature with tremorsense to detect them. Aquatic
Limit: Must know Earth Release.
Range: 20 Meters

*Beep Beep Beep Beep*

It was dark, or maybe it was always like that. Lyra reflexively opened her lifeless peepers, as If reminding herself that looking around was futile. Her alarm rang and vibrated angry across the room we she did her best to remember how she left the room before she went to sleep. The room itself was simple, and her cloths were tossed all about the floor. “Ugh...morning time...I hate morning time...” she grumbled as she sat up and fought with her matted hair for a moment. Her apartment was a two room, one bathroom, studio that she had been living in for about a month now. She finally had a job, some stable income, and she wanted to keep it that way.

“I guess I should start the day by refreshing my senses...” she suggested openly to herself as she slid out of bed. Her baggy Tee shirt and comfortable shorts kept her warm while her feet froze on the cold hardwood floor. She focused herself, mentally, and tried to channel her chakra down to her chilled soles. Weaving a few handseals, she sent out a pulse of chakra, that was as attempting to direct the tremor of her alarm clock. This was how she found her way to the bathroom each morning after all.

Her habitual practice was something she had taught herself to help her get around. In her infinite void, she could feel the trembling of he ringing clock. Slowly, and somewhat unassured, she made her way towards the clock. With slow and steady steps, she migrated her way across the floor. Her sense of tremors seemed to help her navigate for the most part; however, she suddenly felt the familiar sting of her small side table striking her shin.

“Damn it!” Lyra shouted in agony as she tumbled to the floor. She created enough vibrations as she collided the the floor that she could sense the general lay out of the room. Her leg throbbed with annoying pain as she slowly pushed herself back up to her feet. She focused her mind once again, and translated the vibrations into a Sudo imagination that accurately informed her of where things were in the room. She grumbled as she finally reached her alarm and angrily tapped the stopper....this morning was already getting off to a bad start. She would have to make her way to the kitchen to make some fresh coffee.

[Hoarfrost Imp]

Take this +10

[The Blind Bard]

Learning for Mastery

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Musician (Vocals)
Rank: "D"
Skill: Sophisticated Skill
Effect: This skill encompasses all abilities pertaining to playing an instrument.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Relevant Abilities: Charisma Skill. Die Rolls: 5 Die Rolls. Check Requirement: Described. Characters with this skill can play a specific musical instrument (often fiddles, flutes, dulcimers, lutes and recorders). Naturally the musician must have the instrument in order to utilize this skill. This skill also encompasses singing (to wit, the use of the voice as an instrument).
Limit: Must learn from Skills.
TP: 0
SP: 0/125 [+35 Entertainer] [+5 to checks Natural Artist]
[+1 to Die Roll Entertainer]
[+1 to Die Roll Natural Artist]
[Able Learner]

She had finally made it to the kitchen. After 10 minutes, which had seemed like a life time, she could finally put on the coffee. She held a little rod, holding it out to guide herself as she walked. She hummed to herself, and felt her heart pounding, filled with thoughts of love a music. Quickly turning on the coffee pot and clanking around on the counter for her reliable sink, she put a pot on and grabbed her mug. Lyra’s musical desires overcame her, as she began to look for her iconic instrument while the coffee brewed. Her lyre sat quietly in its leather belt harness, hanging idly over the door. She hummed joyfully as her hands searched aimlessly for her beloved lyre. She wanted to try singing again.

She had tried singing in the past, but her pitch was no where near as wonderful as the sound of her lyre. Her untrained voice always sounded off key when she sang. Taking the little stringed harp from his holster, she played a piano C major cord before preparing herself to sing a little tune. “Do re mi fa so la ti do” she weakly quacked out as tried her hand at the solfége. She was clearly horrible; however, having played the harp for years now, Lyra understood that instruments needed time and dedication. She coughed weakly as she prepared herself to begin her morning time ode, using the familiar Jotunn language to express herself.

“Far beneath the mountain loam,”

She began quietly as her strumming drowned out her little voice.

“Little giants make their home,”

She cooed a bit more confidently as the musical accompaniment took the lead on setting the tone of the piece. She was by means a song writer or poet. She was a wannabe musician with a little talent, that was all. Her singing was by far her weakest musical attribute. Even by herself, she felt extremely self conscious about her voice. She had performed on stage in front of numerous people before and yet she found herself feeling shy. It was different when the instrument did the singing for you, All you had to do was Guide it with your fingers. Making your voice an instrument was completely out of her wheel house. If she ever wanted to become a great bard, this was a boundary she would have to overcome.

[The Blind Bard]

Learning for Mastery

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Musician (Vocals)
Rank: "D"
Skill: Sophisticated Skill
Effect: This skill encompasses all abilities pertaining to playing an instrument.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Relevant Abilities: Charisma Skill. Die Rolls: 5 Die Rolls. Check Requirement: Described. Characters with this skill can play a specific musical instrument (often fiddles, flutes, dulcimers, lutes and recorders). Naturally the musician must have the instrument in order to utilize this skill. This skill also encompasses singing (to wit, the use of the voice as an instrument).
Limit: Must learn from Skills.
TP: 0
SP: 0/125 [+35 Entertainer] [+5 to checks Natural Artist]
[+1 to Die Roll Entertainer]
[+1 to Die Roll Natural Artist]
[Able Learner]

Her little chant went on for a while while while her coffee finished up brewing. She heard the little beeping sound, which indicated that it was indeed coffee time. “Oh the coffee is done! It would go well with a sweet bun” she sang happily as she was less worried about pitch and simply enjoyed herself. Singing was not just about vocal form. Her memory was littered with thoughts of her mother and stuff vocal lessons that befitted a lady. The fair features of her mother seemed alien in comparison to the staunch lassie that she had become. Now she would never see her mother again, and the thought brought a weakened tone to her tune as she poured the black coffee into her cup, missing at first and burning her hand.

“Sometimes I feel all alone,”

Lyra lamented as she sat down at the counter and mourned her sad situation. She took a sip of the hot liquid, and it lift her spirits for a moment before she returned to the emotional mire. Singing was meant to be performed by a lady. You had to have good posture, practiced tone, and breath control. Her lack of appreciation for these aspects could be the reason why her singing was not very strong. She hummed quietly to herself, sipping her coffee as she poured herself some cereal. She would have served herself some milk, had she not feared that she might lose the table or she might spill her coffee.

“A coffee spill would depress me so,”

She hummed as she angrily crunched away at her dry cereal. She didn’t care much about form, at this point. She thought about lyrics that she could sing, but was still struggling with music theory. She was no master of that aspect of music. Composition was totally different from making music. She strummed her lyre as she let her cereal digest. It calmed her and helped rebuild her confidence. Music lessons and practices were meant to be fun, not a chore. She whistles a minor E cord and tried to practice using her vocal cord again. This would be an arduous process.

[The Blind Bard]

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Musician (Vocals)
Rank: "D"
Skill: Sophisticated Skill
Effect: This skill encompasses all abilities pertaining to playing an instrument.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Relevant Abilities: Charisma Skill. Die Rolls: 5 Die Rolls. Check Requirement: Described. Characters with this skill can play a specific musical instrument (often fiddles, flutes, dulcimers, lutes and recorders). Naturally the musician must have the instrument in order to utilize this skill. This skill also encompasses singing (to wit, the use of the voice as an instrument).
Limit: Must learn from Skills.
TP: 0
SP: 0/125 [+35 Entertainer] [+5 to checks Natural Artist]
[+1 to Die Roll Entertainer]
[+1 to Die Roll Natural Artist]
[Able Learner]

her daily routine was rounding out as she found her way to the sink, depositing her empty mug. She hummed a little tune as she washed her dish, the warm water pattering gently over her hands. "Water, Water, sweet and warm, water, water," She sang quietly to herself as she scrubbed the cup and quietly put it on the counter, missing the first few times she tried to place it...as she was unable to see the counter. She had enjoyed her little breakfast, and was feeling quite chipper this morning. She used her little rod to guide her way around the room as she was now ready to shower and brush her teeth, the perfect singing time activities.

"shower time, it's shower time..."

Lyra sang chipperly as she felt her way around the apartment building, looking for the restroom. It was a timely task, and it tested her patience to be sure. She eventually found her way to the restroom and turned on the faucet while she hummed in tune. Using the voice and mouth as a musical instrument was more than just about tone. There was a strong focus on inflection and projection of the voice that was hard to practice in front of a stage of people or with a group. She would take her private time in the shower to sing to her hearts content, without worrying about the judgements that she so feared. Her mother had made singing seem like a tribunal, where as it, in essence was an act of fun.

"Raindrops keep fallin' on my head,"

She sang loudly to herself as she undressed and climbed into the her aquatic studio. Taking the showerhead, and waving it about like a microphone, spraying herself in the face as she continued to sing the silly song. Her singing was loud enough to fill the whole bathroom with the lyrics. She gargled the words as she bathed herself and sang at the same time. The warm water, a sensation that she was rather fond of, helped her feel confident enough to sing. She wasn't able see herself being silly, and perhaps that was a comfort. She took her sweet time, enjoying her shower and practicing her singing along the way.

[The Blind Bard]

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Musician (Vocals)
Rank: "D"
Skill: Sophisticated Skill
Effect: This skill encompasses all abilities pertaining to playing an instrument.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Relevant Abilities: Charisma Skill. Die Rolls: 5 Die Rolls. Check Requirement: Described. Characters with this skill can play a specific musical instrument (often fiddles, flutes, dulcimers, lutes and recorders). Naturally the musician must have the instrument in order to utilize this skill. This skill also encompasses singing (to wit, the use of the voice as an instrument).
Limit: Must learn from Skills.
TP: 0
SP: 0/125 [+35 Entertainer] [+5 to checks Natural Artist]
[+1 to Die Roll Entertainer]
[+1 to Die Roll Natural Artist]
[Able Learner]

She was sitting quietly now, as the water from the showerhead pelted off her head. The tub basin was fairly high, on account of her not wanting to fall down, and a little handle was there to assist her if she needed help. The water dribbled over her useless eyes numbly. The thoughts of her mother's singing and the pressure that she had exerted upon her unwanted child had put a heavy weight on her heart. She had struggled all morning, just to do the simplest of tasks. Things that were quotidian for an average person were leaps and bounds for her. Her messy mat of curly orange hair sat soaked like a sheep's fleece as the faucet obscured her tears. She tried to utter words, searching for a song in her heart that had always helped her push through these emotions spells, and yet she found herself unable to reciprocate.

Naked and alone, she truly was reminded of how she was unwanted and by herself. A combination of sadness, regret, and anger washed over her face as she slowly pulled herself up. She pulled herself up, carefully turning off the showerhead and sitting herself off to the side of the tub. "He said I have a soul? can such things be?" She sang horribly, as she had just been crying moments before. "I've come to hate the world, the world that always hated me," She answered in reply to her song as she defiantly searched for her walking stick with her hand as she sat, freezing on the edge of the tub. Eventually finding the nylon handle, she used the stick to fetch herself a towel and began trying herself off as she began to dread picking out cloths. This was the hardest part of her day.

Trying to recover her chipper attitude, after having a depressive spell in the shower, the towel clad Lyra carefully made her way back to her bedroom. The water trail she left behind, was customary to her clumsy and sloppy nature. She sang a little tune about the towel, but decided that the words didn't fit after a moment of trying to rhyme 'towel' with 'smell' which didn't play out all that well. She fished around her cloths and grabbed randomly in her drawer for something that felt comfortable. A red tee shirt with a big black music note on it and a white knee length skirt. She fitted her belt onto her hip and slung her lyre into it's harness. Taking her kunai leg harness and fitting it into position, she become comfortable in her dress as she began to exclaim, "The world is mine, and mine to see...though without my eyes what a catastrophe!" She sang with a defiant chuckle and sniffle as she pushed away the bad memories and vibes of the day and approached her day of training and fun with determination and will.

[Cadoc]

+40tp automastered

[The Blind Bard]

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Sonar [1st Learning]
Rank: "C"
Skill: Ninjutsu, Vocal or Instrumental
Effect: Sends out waves of sound to map out an area.
Special: Singing or Instrument Skill
Drawback: Some objects might interfere with the sonar. Must be learned multiple times.
Description: With this ability the bard makes use of their voice or instrument to emit a series of low frequency sound waves during a song. These waves will continue to emit every second for a full post, or until you end the song, and extend for ten meters. The waves of sound will rebound off objects and back towards the bard, creating a mental three dimensional layout of the area, showing living beings at the point where they were when the sound wave bounced off them. This technique can be learned multiple times, increasing the area covered by the sonar by ten meters each time, maxing out at one hundred meters.
Limit: Art of the Bard, Singing "C" or an instrument
Range: 10 Meters

Perhaps living on a second story apartment, was not ideal for a blind girl. She grabbed her sunglasses and put them over her poor little eyes. She took her walking stick and a little red beret as she opened her door to the world outside. The metal stairwell made a clanking sound as she stepped out into the open air. It smelled of earth. She took our her little Lyre and prepared herself to sense her way down the stairs, without falling hopefully. She hummed a note at first, to prepare her mind for playing freely. The world was full of feelings, scents, and sounds, and yet she could not traverse the dangers that were around her without seeing where she was going.

"Children of the future age,
Reading this indignant page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime."
- "A lost Girl" By William Blake.

She sang her little song and focused her chakra into her fingers as she strummed the strings of her lyre. The chakra infused strings produced a moldable sound wave that emitted from herself and was sent out about 10 meters. The soundwave bounced about wildly on all the surrounding area before returning to where she was standing at the top of the stairs. Her mind, receiving this data, began to translate it into a mental image of everything around her. The World was in grayscale, or rather it was as if everything was a colorless shapeless blob that resembled the shape that the soundwave returned with. She used the rough imagery to give her world a little more depth of perception as she had to trust that the sound was not misleading her.

Reaching her hand out for the hand railing, she reluctantly grabbed on, and made her way down the stairs, slowly. Her lyre hung tightly in her other hand as she hummed the song she had been playing as she tried to continue her song in order to continue emitting the 10 meter X 10 meter map.

Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,
Strangers came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.
- "A lost Girl" By William Blake

She sang quietly as she reached the bottom of the stairs. She was becoming more and more aware of what was around her. The street outside her apartment building was busy, and the streets were polluted with sounds and warm smells. She decided that she would spend the first half of her morning exercising, and slowly she made her way to the back of the apartment buildings were. There was a small field and alleyway there, with a dumpster behind some sort of martial arts school and a restaurant. She mapped out the area with her musical sound waves, and could smell the scent of food emitting from whatever restaurant would have made her hungry, had she not just eaten. She would make this spot her little training area for the time being. Hopefully she would be able to make the most of it.

[Sabo]

+10tp Learned.

[The Blind Bard]

[Exit ~ for now]