:: Ryu-sama ::

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OOC:Hey Ryu-sama! Well for starters, welcome to my RolePlay school and thank you for applying! Since this is my very first time being a RP Teacher, I am terribly nervous so please bare with me

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Before we get started. I have definitely RolePlayed with you before. (I am Anzu Chiemi from Mo Village) and I think your RP is really good. So can you please tell me briefly what you need help on exactly? Thank you.

[zenoske1ryu]

Basically I want to improve the wording that I use in my rp, mainly for battle purposes.
I would like to improve my trick writing, where the enemy doesnt know there under a genjutsu for example.
And just generally improve my combat skills.
On another note I have a arena thread read if you want to use it for a fight ? Thread

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OOC: Well judging from that link you sent me via PM, there wasn't that much of a fight. And personally there wasn't really much to go on. But I think I have a sort of understanding of what you are trying to do. Hmm, what I'll try doing is having you battle a Nin Master of my creation and see if I can pick up on your tricking people skills. Your opponent will have a total TP count matching your own so that the battle strength will be fair. The jutsu I will post will be at random so it will keep you on your feet hopefully. If you have any questions regarding anything that I have said, please don't hesitate to post them in your reply post.

-Scenery
-Opponent
-Area is 100x100m
-Basic T1 Rules as that of regular site rules.

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IIC:

The scenery is dark and remote. It obviously took the look of a bomb that has obliterated a city of some kind. Destroyed cars littered the road, large chunks of buildings scatter the area and the sky had the appearance of a oncoming storm. This was once a beautiful place to live, safe, clean and undeniably crowded. Now, it is nothing but a ruin and a hazardous place to be. My lonely figure searches the streets for any sign of survivors since the bomb had only went off but 24 hours ago.

I am equipped with as much weaponry as I need: 10 Kunai Knives, 5 Incendiary grenades, 100 senbon and 50 Hira Shuirken. My attire is simple, dark blue sandals, Navy shorts, a Cameral colored T-Shirt and a lighter shade of Cameral for a vest. My shoulder length brown hair was tied back into a pony tail. I carry no large weapons because I lack the muscle capacity of swinging them. I rely on my speed to maneuver around things and is easily capable of out running most enemies if need be.

My position would be two meters away from a nearby car as I am peering in through the hole which the window used to be. I know no-one is inside the rusted object, but it does provide me a little bit of coverage encase of something hazardous happening. But so far, I cannot hear or see anyone coming. Could it be that the entire city had been destroyed along with all of it's population? Or was I in luck of finding someone a little farther into the town?

[zenoske1ryu]

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Credit goes to Zenoske of NFRP

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OOC: Well for starters, I am terribly sorry for my late reply, RL issues is a real time and muse sucker! I haven't really been that active on my Mod account either! Gosh that's bad!

Good. You mentioned the clothing in your post. You'd be surprised at how many members that enter the thread and just stating their weapons! Love it Ryu! And just a minor misspelling Purchased. I'm sure you are meaning Perched. And where exactly is your character? Is he 10.4 meters away from her side, front or back? It would be a bit more clearer if that was stated encase another RolePlayer had of been in the thread besides the two of us.

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IIC:

My gaze finds itself inside the hole in the window and overlooking the burnt seats of the vehicle. I notice no one inside but a strong smell of charcoal, gunpowder and burnt flesh fills my nose as I inhale sightly. Someone had evidently been inside this car before the explosion, but where are they now? My body is pulled back from the window and my head turned the other way. The smell was revolting and repulsive, but nevertheless I continue to move along. There is no other object nearby and this leave me open to attacks from afar. A wave of tension overtakes me as I feel accompanied by something.

My eyes raise up to the leftovers of a building 10.4 meters away from me. The two highest floors of the building have been demolished by the explosion and had appeared to have caved in due to the blast. I notice the windows are blackened and glass litters the ground beneath it. It is a surprise that the building is still standing and I begin to wonder if anything is alive inside. Yet I am hesitant about leaving this car. I want to shake this uneasy feeling of being watched. And since my senses are not trained to detect my surroundings, I don't want to venture out into the open.

My eyes scan the area around the car and to my luck I notice a truck turned on it's side 4 and a half meters ahead but 1.3 meters to the left. The truck is 8 meters from the building I had just finished studying but between those eight meters is rubble and road. No bushes or trees are present due to the fire and I don't want to run the distance just to reach the building. My eyes fall on the truck once again. Shifting around the side of the car by the boot, I crouch down and search the area thoroughly. Nothing seems alarming or moving so I begin to gradually move out into the open. My body is light as I dart toward the truck, my head turning from my left to my right, searching for any sign of movement.