[:.S.E.C.K.:]

[Rogue]

[:.S.E.C.K Training.:]

Okay, so in your thread, you mentioned you are not too certain with the movement system, and other battle function on NFRP. For now, I'll specify movements.

Movements: On NFRP, each and every character has a set amount of actions that can be performed per turn, these actions can be anything, such as grabbing a weapon and unsheathing, to actually performing a technique. Naturally, the more movements one has, the 'faster' they are. Now, speed is not a measurable quantity on the site, however, in the fairness of RP, one would certainly allow a Taijutsu master to move far faster than a Ninjutsu master, it's simple logic.

Hand Seals: Going hand in hand with movements, are hand seals, that allow you to channel chakra and use it for techniques. In the Battle Rules Thread, you will find out just how many hand seals and movements your character can perform, and in order to find out how many hand seals you can perform per movement, you'll need to do some simple math.

I am an A-rank tai/nin spec with 10 movements and 40 hand seals per turn. This means that I can perform 4 hand seals per movement [40/10], which is comparatively slow compared to what I could do as a nin master, which would be 6 movements and 78 hand seals, giving me 13 hand seals per movement.

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Those are the basics, if there's anything more in depth you want, just ask. Now, as for the actual participation, would you rather attempt to battle, or would you prefer interaction practice first?

[Steely-Eyed, Compadre-Kun]

[Beautiful Rogue]

Just gonna post on this account cause it's easier.

But yeah, your calculations are all right, and an A-rank would require you to perform hand seals in the first post, then use the technique in the second post. Taijutsu however, is generally one movement per technique, which is why custom taijutsu techniques cannot be combos, cause then you'd be able to do multiple attacks in one movement.

As for interaction, we'll do some emotional interaction, reading through your bio, it seems you'd be more comfortable, character wise, in a bar.

Describe it and situate your character, I'll come along with an NPC.

[Steely-Eyed, Compadre-Kun]

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Zel would promptly swipe a few ryo from his pocket, placing the funds onto the counter and smiling his customary, wide-grinned smile. "Whiskey, on the rocks." He'd answer. "If you'd be so kind."

"One whiskey, coming right up." The bartender replied, proceeding to reach towards the cupboard behind him for a bottle of Zel's requested poison. As he did so, the Cloud ninja would twist around in his stool and look at the framed pictures once more. The wall held captured moments of the bar's past, several of the snapshots displaying the visage of a grizzled old man with a sharp beard. Zel would ponder the man's significance to this place, before turning around to receive his drink.

The place sure was empty, for a late Saturday night.







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[Rogue]

[Grasp of the concepts of writing and description is clear, however there was no explanation of how your character felt about being in the bar, or any reference to what emotions he is feeling by being there. Emotion and inner monologue are what we're trying to capture as well as character interaction.]

Daisy toyed with her glass; swilling the crimson liquid around the outside, watching the dregs drain down back into the main body of fluid, before tipping it back and emptying it into her mouth. How tedious, why was it, that whenever she entered the bar, there was no one of interest at all. Tenuously eying what she would at best call rabble, the bartender slid her a shot, raising an eyebrow at her, expecting a tip probably, but she made a shooing gesture with her free hand, tipping her head back and letting the vile black liquid run down her throat, making her shudder as she slammed the glass back onto the mahogany counter. A disgusting concoction, thick syrupy liquid that tasted like liquorice, something she hated, yet it was hated less than the rest.

Still, no one at the pub looked any more attractive to her, all of the pigs and dogs that lined the bar to chase tail or perhaps indulge themselves in a night of twisted so called passion. Sickening, and yet she did this night after night, promising the spoils of flesh to a man, bringing him ever so close to his intended target, then robbing him blind, striking him with her rather potent amnesia fist, and walking away with the money. It was a rather effective means of earning money, and she certainly possessed the qualifications for such a job. Arching her back, she brought her shoulders backwards and pushed her chest out, her impressive bust sticking out even further, easily visible to all those who were more than likely staring at her. Why else would she dress in such clothing? Men were disgusting dogs, easy to train, sometimes they were quite cute, but she never did enjoy their drooling mannerisms as she taught them to roll over with promise of a treat. Ah, how simple.

Tonight would prove promising, a rather tasteful target sat in the dimly lit brew house, she supposed he would do, although, he did not look too rich, but most of those that possessed headbands usually were richer than they looked, it was worth a try, after all, why would anyone suspect cute little her? She fluttered her eyes innocently, casting a passing glance at the eyepatched male, before turning and bringing her fingertips to her lips. Her dance had begun.