Iron Master, Iron City [T|PM2ENTR|IC|DE]
Jan 7, 2013 6:44:19 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2013 6:44:19 GMT -7
[/blockquote][/blockquote]"Karada Kousatetsu"(Iron sand Body Armor)
Rank: C -ranked
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Allows the user to cover themselves in a layer of both solidified Iron sand and Powdered Iron sand.
Special: Hold Dragon handseal as sand forms around the users body.
Drawback: Reduces the user Polarity field by 1/4 or its normal size and length. Hinders movements. Thunder and fire based attacks may inflict more damage due to conductivity or heating of metal.
Description: By allowing the iron sand to cover there body, the user can transform the iron powder into a suite of armor. The Iron powder will begin to surround the user, with some parts solidifying,while others parts remain in a powdered form. The solidifying Iron sand act in the same mannerism as platted armor, while the none solidified portions allow for maximum movement. The users, from head to toe is covered in this plated armor (with eyes, ears, etc exposed for senses), armor is extremely durable, and can withstand "3C-ranks" jutsus before being destroyed. Due to the added weight of the Iron sand, the users movement is reduced by .10 (10%) there normal base speed.
If the user wishes to increase the durability of there "Karada Kousatetsu"(Iron sand Body Armor), one must merely retrain within this technique again (C-ranked) and gain an additional "1C-ranks" jutsus before being destroyed.
Limit: Masamune Clan. "C-ranked" control in both "Polarity Field" and "Iron sand Transmutation".
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Kaira... was alone. At least, in his mind and body. No men, women or children walked these streets; the houses, rudimentary as they already were, had grown even more unattractive with neglect and decay. Kaira walked with his cane to his mouth, his red eyes shifting back and forth amongst the ruins, but they registered not a soul. The God was quite unsure as to how he had come to be here; or at least he would have been, if he had spared it any thought. There was no past; there was only what was happening, and what would come.
At that moment, Kaira paused. Not too far ahead of him, the Iron Wall loomed, ominous and ugly, casting an impassive shadow of security over the nonexistent citizens in this particular district. As the God directed his gaze down, he noticed he was standing on the edge of what seemed to be a bordered construction site, full of dirt as it was; though it was likely an abandoned project, as weeds were rearing their heads in more locations than one could look upon fondly; and while the woeful state of this area was of no concern to the God, he did look at the dirt and rock that lay in this small open space with a definite interest.
The unusual polarity field that surrounded Kaira was ever present, such was the simple construct of his body; but upon a thought, a whim produced, the chakra within him flared and imploded upon those areas, lending them immense strength, till the field radius grew alight, and it was now within control of the God, as was fitting. The ivory stick still raised to his mouth, Kaira would veil his ebony oculi and focus intensely on the ground in front of him - namely that of the construction site - sending out his natural magnetism positively infused with his chakra to locate, latch hold of and resurrect the iron particles to be found within.
They rose in thin streams from the cracks, attracted to one another till they formed a thin stream that halted and became an ever-growing orb in front of the God's chest. It swelled, and swelled, the teen focusing on it intensely, till it was about half a meter in diameter. Satisfied, the God retracted his transmuting energy from the unsuspecting dirt and reigned his magnetic aptitude in to focus directly upon the sphere.
Kaira was momentarily unsure what he even intended to do with such a prize, raising an eyebrow, half to himself, and half to the orb, as if he wished for it to produce it's own uses verbally. As was likely, it did not. Kaira's eyebrow lowered as half-formed ideas flashed in front of his eyes, before he finally caught hold of one.
Lacing a handseal betwixt his elegant gloves over the tip of his skull-crowned cane, the God would spread apart the compact ball, the black particles leaking across the atmosphere, looking intensely sickly, but at the same time intensely foreboding. As the handseal was held, Kaira's eyes once more shut in concentration, the iron sand grew closer, wrapping a floating, hole-ridden cloak around the God.
But as a thought rang in the teen's mind - a command to his inner being, the chakra - he screwed his eyes more tightly shut and the iron sand closed sharply upon him, locking much of his body in plating; his back and chest, mainly, but also across his arms, forming thin arm-plates and shoulder-guards. As Kaira opened his eyes, he released the seal, the matter now so close to his body that his polarity was able to sustain it's pose almost unaided by further energy. The God took a moment to look over his new suite of armor, raising a dark-coated forearm with impassive, but somehow judgmental eyes.
It impressed him, somewhat... though the apparel seemed lacking, somehow. A matter he intended to fix.