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Ryan
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| Subject: Oboro (?) Wed Aug 05, 2015 7:07 pm | |
| ???"Oboro Kurama" "Kaiba Hanbei" "Chiyonosuke Eiji"male: 22 Height: 5'9 Weight: 150lbs Appearance: Such an anomaly to ask what the concept of Oboro is. Is he white, black, blue, purple or every color in between? That question is unknown even to him as throughout time his appearance has changed so greatly that what the original Oboro is long gone and the idea of what he looked like doesn't even cross the mind of the fixated maniac. It was clear that the freak was a Kurama, one thing he was sure of. So the fact of it is that he probably looks much like one would expect a ninja to appear. Sharp around the edges and a bit intimidating to first look at. However, very easy on the eyes with a soft smile and deep, dark eyes that seems to draw you in each time you look at them. The lean build and dark spiky hair are just the starting signature looks that they bring to the table. At some point Oboro most likely matched every single one of them, not necessarily all at once but at some time. He's had many faces, if you ask him he'd probably say over a million at least. However, he's one for drama and that's likely more of a hyperbole than a fact. As for at this current moment, Oboro takes the form of a teenage boy. His most notaceable feature is likely the fact that he carries a slouch in his spine, making him appear as if he has something wrong with him or like he's more primitive than that of the next guy. Aside from the slouch, he also has long black spiky hair like that of the Uchiha, despite being a member of a different clan entirely. It reaches the top of his back when flat, however the spikes generally stick outwards and prevent them from touching so. His bangs come down to his eyes and can cover them relatively easily. All he has to do is flick his neck. As for actualy facial features, he has definitive features within his nose, eyes and mouth. His forehead is average to say the least and has brows of a normal width and length. The most noticeable features rest under these things and start with his eyes. The shadow from his hair usually makes them difficult to see, however if one looks close dark circles are clear beneath his ocular organs. They're black as the night sky and rather disgusting to look at in reality. He doesn't mind however, it seems his divine personality keeps people enthralled just long enough for him to finish with his play things. No dirt under his nails. As for his daily attire, well he usually keeps just about anything on. His clothes are always cleaned but other than that there seems to be very limited consistencies between him. In the past he would wear some flashy outfit such as a mime suit. He soon realized that everyone was scared of random mimes and he was far too easily identified. Now he just wears whatever is lying around. It can range from loose fitting tee shirts to large sports jackets to formal suits. The possibilities are absolutely endless and the world his is clam when it comes to casual wear. Village: Konohagakure Character Rank: Genin (D) Clan: Kurama Element: None Personality:Word to the wise, getting personal with this Kurama might not be in your best interests, While he does indeed have a heart of gold towards those he loves or adores, he very rarely loves or adores anyone. He notices in the beauty in everything, everyone, everywhere. However, love means something entirely different to him, Unsure of why, he has some odd displacement about his heart belonging to another. Perhaps its a feeling of weakness, knowing that any moment that feeling he feels so strongly towards them can be stripped away at will whether it be by that person or by someone else. Perhaps his lover suddenly decides that he's too boring (hypothetical situation obviously). She could just sever the ties between the two and go about her day, flaunting with anyone that she chooses. He's then left behind to sweep up the disgustingly tiny pieces of his fabricated heart with nothing but his bare hands! But enough of that. Generally, the personality of Oboro is entirely fabricated. He himself knows very little about the cogs that turn in his mighty mind. Most often he just acts as if he were the person that he'd stolen the face of. He's a perfect blender as well as a flawless liar. And it comes it handy. Funny thing about people, he always says, they just to hear you tell them they mean something to you. Though, he loosely fits into the category of people and so is easily swayed through flattery. However, accepting a compliment means a little less than fully trusting the person who gives it. In reality, flattery may make him even more suspicious, not necessarily of the person but more so of their goals and methods to attain these goals. One thing is for certain, Oboro is mad beyond the reason of a doubt. Due to this, his methods for insanity are most likely hazy to even the most understanding of observers. He only acts on whims and things that he thinks would be amusing. Reactions and emotions shown by others, these are the things he looks for when stepping outside of the box and opening the world of possibility to the others that are too scared to do it for themselves. Clearly there are casualties in the process at times, however those fortunate enough to live long and healthy lives further appreaciate it after seeing the things that Oboro does. It makes them realize it can all be taken away within a heartbeat. There is only one consistent factor when it comes to Oboro. He thinks of himself as more than a deity. He thinks of himself as a man sent by the gods to express the carnal desires of mankind. What does this mean? Well, some think that the messiah was sent to cleanse the sins of the rest of the world. Well, Oboro believes his role as the savior is different. Perhaps if he causes so much carnage and sins so heavily, the gods will be too distracted with him to punish others for their crimes against humanity. That way even the most vile of creatures will be able to slip into the heavens and produce more instinctive desire into the afterlife. Character History:The derange man let out a blood swirling laugh as sat above our family, rocking ourself back and forth, tears running down our eyes but a smile telling him that really it was all a lie. We LIKED it. Their screams and faces of misunderstanding. Why did they beg? We would always ask ourself that. It was as if they didn't even want to die, which made no sense. Why wouldn't someone want to be sent into the afterlife by the son of the gods himself. There seems like no better way to gain their sympathy and trust after all. However, an idea isn't much of a story after all. So, it'd be best to clear our throat and start from the top. We started as a good child. Always listening to mommy and daddy and smiling when they got home. Daddy was in war and mommy stayed at home most of the time, teaching little Oboro at a young age. Ninjutsu had been around a long time and of course it was the first thing that he learned. Our parents raised us and raised us well, or so they thought. To be frank, we turned out pretty great. Much better than they expected really. But let us be simpler than that. Our parents helped found Konohagakure with the Kurama clan. They were big shots, dad the most. He was always super flashy and grinning with a large set of pearly whites. He had spiky black hair and a blonde streak that looked like a thunderbolt running through it. He was a real idol, it only made sense for mom to get together with him. Easily the most beautiful in the village, she bore the burden of housing Kurama spawn within her body for many years. The first son of the two was the older brother of Oboro. He looked just like dad. We got more of mom's qualities than anything else. Long story short, dad left at a young age for us. Mother never told us why, however she always seemed to be angry at big brother. Later it became clear to us that it was because he looked so much like pop and she couldn't stand the site of him when she was too far gone. She grieved him as if he were dead and cried her eyes out each and every night. She tried to make sure we couldn't hear her but the walls were thin and her sniffles would pour out in the night, soft and innocent. All she ever wanted was him and he left. A certain amount of pity came to us when we heard about it. After some time, well Oboro grew older and more suspicious of the fibs that his mother told him. "He's dead!" she would say and he never got a real answer about how he could have died. However, something in him believed her, he probably was dead. Big brother never believed but then again, it wasn't his responsibility to do so. He was the one that worked. Rarely home other than at night to eat dinner and sleep. A real man of the house you could say. So one night, the crying was especially bad. Big brother wasn't home from work yet and the tears were putting us on edge. Mother wasn't using quiet sniffles as she'd had a bit to drink and instead was being much more vocal about her wailing. The bitter noise poured into Oboro's heart until we couldn't take it anymore. We snapped. What kind of person could allow a fellow human being, their own mother, to feel this way each and every day. So we did what we had to do. We picked up the lamp next to to her. She didn't hear us come in. Perfect. The end of the lamp dropped on her skull many times. That part of the wall seemed to be painted a new color really. We smiled and counted the pounds of the metallic base against her skull. She only asked to stop twice, strange enough. After that, she was pretty silent. Not even a tear to make noise. However, we to be sure after all. Didn't wanna cause her any more pain. Well, big brother walked in to find us bashing her head in and instantly was angered. He came at us with a knife in fact. That was so unnecessary. Of course he had to suffer for his actions. It was likely he just wanted to join mother in her venture to the new world. He lunged at us with the knife. We were always the superior fighter of the two. He stood little chance. Soon he too had an immense number of pounding against him, however it was of the hilt of the knife against his chest as the blood leaked from his torso. Soon after, we sat in the corner. Mother's tears leaked down our eyes for reasons unknown. And we sat there, staring, until it wasn't funny anymore. Naturally we were demented from that day. Well, we would be if that story was entirely true. Maybe bits of it were, we weren't sure. The fact of the matter is, we're an amnesiac with no clue as to what our actual origin is. We've lied about it so frequently, the stories all seem to blur together. Any of them could be true or they could all be part of our grander sense of history. We're.... not really sure yet. For now at the very least, we wander the ranks of Konohagakure. A genin was easy enough to kill off and take the body of and his dark, emotional apperance fit the suiter quiete well. Yes, we love our body for now. Perhaps we will advanced the ranks in order to be more centerfold within the village. Perhaps friends will find us. For now, Oboro has not a clue but the only thing that can happen is the future. And we live by it.
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| | | Ryan
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| Subject: Re: Oboro (?) Wed Aug 05, 2015 9:13 pm | |
| After an hour of hard work all of my progress was lost. I will finish tomorrow | |
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| Subject: Re: Oboro (?) Thu Aug 06, 2015 1:52 am | |
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| | | Ryan
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| Subject: Re: Oboro (?) Thu Aug 06, 2015 8:20 pm | |
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| Subject: Re: Oboro (?) Thu Aug 06, 2015 8:26 pm | |
| Kirigakure Jounin ranks are closed so uh....you'll have to go to Chunin rank..
Great app though... | |
| | | Ryan
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| Subject: Re: Oboro (?) Fri Aug 07, 2015 6:35 pm | |
| Edited clan, village and starting element. I get an extra CS for not starting with an element right? | |
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| Subject: Re: Oboro (?) Fri Aug 07, 2015 8:07 pm | |
| Wait..... wha?
There are several mentions of "Uchiha" in your appearance and personality, yet your history only mentions you're from the Kurama clan.
And you listed your starting village as Kirigakure (Genin is closed there), but your history says that you're a Sunagakure ninja
And yes, that is correct (WE CALL IT SKILL POINTS OVER HERE) | |
| | | Ryan
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| Subject: Re: Oboro (?) Sat Aug 08, 2015 12:17 pm | |
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| Subject: Re: Oboro (?) Sun Aug 09, 2015 9:28 am | |
| There's still mention of Uchiha | |
| | | Ryan
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| Subject: Re: Oboro (?) Sun Aug 09, 2015 9:36 am | |
| Edited, but I left thjis in cause its just comparing him to Uchiha - Quote :
- Aside from the slouch, he also has long black spiky hair like that of the Uchiha, despite being a member of a different clan entirely.
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| | | Ryan
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| Subject: Re: Oboro (?) Sun Aug 09, 2015 4:38 pm | |
| Edited to Konoha just for Shinsui | |
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| Subject: Re: Oboro (?) Sun Aug 09, 2015 4:56 pm | |
| - Ryan wrote:
<div id="gaf210imvustylez_youtubebox" style="width:150px;height:24px;overflow:hidden;display:table-cell;vertical-align:bottom"><div style="margin-left:-35px"><object width="220" height="24"><param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/v/mw2kKyJu9gY?modestbranding=1&fs=0&rel=0&hd=1&showinfo=0&iv_load_policy=0&autoplay=1&loop=1&version=3&autohide=0&theme=light&playlist=mw2kKyJu9gY"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="https://www.youtube.com/v/mw2kKyJu9gY?modestbranding=1&fs=0&rel=0&hd=1&showsearch=0&showinfo=0&iv_load_policy=0&autoplay=1&loop=1&version=3&autohide=0&theme=light&playlist=mw2kKyJu9gY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="220" height="24"></embed></object><!--Youtube player code generated @ http://gaf210.imvustylez.net --></div> ???"Oboro Kurama"male: 22 Height: 5'9 Weight: 150lbs Appearance: Such an anomaly to ask what the concept of Oboro is. Is he white, black, blue, purple or every color in between? That question is unknown even to him as throughout time his appearance has changed so greatly that what the original Oboro is long gone and the idea of what he looked like doesn't even cross the mind of the fixated maniac. It was clear that the freak was a Kurama, one thing he was sure of. So the fact of it is that he probably looks much like one would expect a ninja to appear. Sharp around the edges and a bit intimidating to first look at. However, very easy on the eyes with a soft smile and deep, dark eyes that seems to draw you in each time you look at them. The lean build and dark spiky hair are just the starting signature looks that they bring to the table. At some point Oboro most likely matched every single one of them, not necessarily all at once but at some time. He's had many faces, if you ask him he'd probably say over a million at least. However, he's one for drama and that's likely more of a hyperbole than a fact. As for at this current moment, Oboro takes the form of a teenage boy. His most notaceable feature is likely the fact that he carries a slouch in his spine, making him appear as if he has something wrong with him or like he's more primitive than that of the next guy. Aside from the slouch, he also has long black spiky hair like that of the Uchiha, despite being a member of a different clan entirely. It reaches the top of his back when flat, however the spikes generally stick outwards and prevent them from touching so. His bangs come down to his eyes and can cover them relatively easily. All he has to do is flick his neck. As for actualy facial features, he has definitive features within his nose, eyes and mouth. His forehead is average to say the least and has brows of a normal width and length. The most noticeable features rest under these things and start with his eyes. The shadow from his hair usually makes them difficult to see, however if one looks close dark circles are clear beneath his ocular organs. They're black as the night sky and rather disgusting to look at in reality. He doesn't mind however, it seems his divine personality keeps people enthralled just long enough for him to finish with his play things. No dirt under his nails. As for his daily attire, well he usually keeps just about anything on. His clothes are always cleaned but other than that there seems to be very limited consistencies between him. In the past he would wear some flashy outfit such as a mime suit. He soon realized that everyone was scared of random mimes and he was far too easily identified. Now he just wears whatever is lying around. It can range from loose fitting tee shirts to large sports jackets to formal suits. The possibilities are absolutely endless and the world his is clam when it comes to casual wear. Village: Konohagakure Character Rank: Genin (D) Clan: Kurama Element: None Personality:Word to the wise, getting personal with this Kurama might not be in your best interests, While he does indeed have a heart of gold towards those he loves or adores, he very rarely loves or adores anyone. He notices in the beauty in everything, everyone, everywhere. However, love means something entirely different to him, Unsure of why, he has some odd displacement about his heart belonging to another. Perhaps its a feeling of weakness, knowing that any moment that feeling he feels so strongly towards them can be stripped away at will whether it be by that person or by someone else. Perhaps his lover suddenly decides that he's too boring (hypothetical situation obviously). She could just sever the ties between the two and go about her day, flaunting with anyone that she chooses. He's then left behind to sweep up the disgustingly tiny pieces of his fabricated heart with nothing but his bare hands! But enough of that. Generally, the personality of Oboro is entirely fabricated. He himself knows very little about the cogs that turn in his mighty mind. Most often he just acts as if he were the person that he'd stolen the face of. He's a perfect blender as well as a flawless liar. And it comes it handy. Funny thing about people, he always says, they just to hear you tell them they mean something to you. Though, he loosely fits into the category of people and so is easily swayed through flattery. However, accepting a compliment means a little less than fully trusting the person who gives it. In reality, flattery may make him even more suspicious, not necessarily of the person but more so of their goals and methods to attain these goals. One thing is for certain, Oboro is mad beyond the reason of a doubt. Due to this, his methods for insanity are most likely hazy to even the most understanding of observers. He only acts on whims and things that he thinks would be amusing. Reactions and emotions shown by others, these are the things he looks for when stepping outside of the box and opening the world of possibility to the others that are too scared to do it for themselves. Clearly there are casualties in the process at times, however those fortunate enough to live long and healthy lives further appreaciate it after seeing the things that Oboro does. It makes them realize it can all be taken away within a heartbeat. There is only one consistent factor when it comes to Oboro. He thinks of himself as more than a deity. He thinks of himself as a man sent by the gods to express the carnal desires of mankind. What does this mean? Well, some think that the messiah was sent to cleanse the sins of the rest of the world. Well, Oboro believes his role as the savior is different. Perhaps if he causes so much carnage and sins so heavily, the gods will be too distracted with him to punish others for their crimes against humanity. That way even the most vile of creatures will be able to slip into the heavens and produce more instinctive desire into the afterlife. Character History:The derange man let out a blood swirling laugh as sat above our family, rocking ourself back and forth, tears running down our eyes but a smile telling him that really it was all a lie. We LIKED it. Their screams and faces of misunderstanding. Why did they beg? We would always ask ourself that. It was as if they didn't even want to die, which made no sense. Why wouldn't someone want to be sent into the afterlife by the son of the gods himself. There seems like no better way to gain their sympathy and trust after all. However, an idea isn't much of a story after all. So, it'd be best to clear our throat and start from the top. We started as a good child. Always listening to mommy and daddy and smiling when they got home. Daddy was in war and mommy stayed at home most of the time, teaching little Oboro at a young age. Ninjutsu had been around a long time and of course it was the first thing that he learned. Our parents raised us and raised us well, or so they thought. To be frank, we turned out pretty great. Much better than they expected really. But let us be simpler than that. Our parents helped found Konohagakure with the Kurama clan. They were big shots, dad the most. He was always super flashy and grinning with a large set of pearly whites. He had spiky black hair and a blonde streak that looked like a thunderbolt running through it. He was a real idol, it only made sense for mom to get together with him. Easily the most beautiful in the village, she bore the burden of housing Kurama spawn within her body for many years. The first son of the two was the older brother of Oboro. He looked just like dad. We got more of mom's qualities than anything else. Long story short, dad left at a young age for us. Mother never told us why, however she always seemed to be angry at big brother. Later it became clear to us that it was because he looked so much like pop and she couldn't stand the site of him when she was too far gone. She grieved him as if he were dead and cried her eyes out each and every night. She tried to make sure we couldn't hear her but the walls were thin and her sniffles would pour out in the night, soft and innocent. All she ever wanted was him and he left. A certain amount of pity came to us when we heard about it. After some time, well Oboro grew older and more suspicious of the fibs that his mother told him. "He's dead!" she would say and he never got a real answer about how he could have died. However, something in him believed her, he probably was dead. Big brother never believed but then again, it wasn't his responsibility to do so. He was the one that worked. Rarely home other than at night to eat dinner and sleep. A real man of the house you could say. So one night, the crying was especially bad. Big brother wasn't home from work yet and the tears were putting us on edge. Mother wasn't using quiet sniffles as she'd had a bit to drink and instead was being much more vocal about her wailing. The bitter noise poured into Oboro's heart until we couldn't take it anymore. We snapped. What kind of person could allow a fellow human being, their own mother, to feel this way each and every day. So we did what we had to do. We picked up the lamp next to to her. She didn't hear us come in. Perfect. The end of the lamp dropped on her skull many times. That part of the wall seemed to be painted a new color really. We smiled and counted the pounds of the metallic base against her skull. She only asked to stop twice, strange enough. After that, she was pretty silent. Not even a tear to make noise. However, we to be sure after all. Didn't wanna cause her any more pain. Well, big brother walked in to find us bashing her head in and instantly was angered. He came at us with a knife in fact. That was so unnecessary. Of course he had to suffer for his actions. It was likely he just wanted to join mother in her venture to the new world. He lunged at us with the knife. We were always the superior fighter of the two. He stood little chance. Soon he too had an immense number of pounding against him, however it was of the hilt of the knife against his chest as the blood leaked from his torso. Soon after, we sat in the corner. Mother's tears leaked down our eyes for reasons unknown. And we sat there, staring, until it wasn't funny anymore. Naturally we were demented from that day. Well, we would be if that story was entirely true. Maybe bits of it were, we weren't sure. The fact of the matter is, we're an amnesiac with no clue as to what our actual origin is. We've lied about it so frequently, the stories all seem to blur together. Any of them could be true or they could all be part of our grander sense of history. We're.... not really sure yet. For now at the very least, we wander the ranks of Konohagakure. A genin was easy enough to kill off and take the body of and his dark, emotional apperance fit the suiter quiete well. Yes, we love our body for now. Perhaps we will advanced the ranks in order to be more centerfold within the village. Perhaps friends will find us. For now, Oboro has not a clue but the only thing that can happen is the future. And we live by it. "Approved." | |
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