RPC Name: Dominique Sin Del Angel Username: Lotosaki ********! Village: None Rank: Genin Bloodline/Clan Chosen: SHOUNETSUJIGOKU Bloodline/Clan You Already Have: None for this character.
Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 4:36 pm
RPC Name: Nobuyuki Nara Username: Norse Volundr Village: Konohagakure Rank: N/A Bloodline/Clan Chosen: Sharingan/Nara if possible Bloodline/Clan You Already Have: None
Just for a general idea about my RP ability, below will be a sample of one of my earlier RPC's in an old guild I was in. ^^
Hideyoshi sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose before he crossed his arms over his chest. When he noticed her grabbing her Shogi board he just sighed once again, resisting the urge to palm his face in disappointment. She had done a whole stack of papers, that was pretty good for an hour..however it was still a bit disappointing to know that in an entire hour she'd only gotten one stack of paperwork done. Shaking his head he glanced at Nigel, watching as the younger boy went about replacing the pieces in the correct order, it was rather boring watching him set the pieces, you could tell by the way he grabbed them and placed him that he'd almost never played Shogi. It was upsetting to the young Hakemoto, Shogi was a game based on strategy and planning, seeing someone who hadn't played it before made Hideyoshi frown at him before looking back at Takara as she singed the papers. Her calligraphy was sloppy and horribly-done and it caused Hideyoshi to just sigh, grabbing the papers before holding them to his chest as he walked to the small area he'd set up for himself to wait whilst Takara dealt with her business.
Whilst she spoke with the remaining people in the room Hideyoshi set to signing the papers, his hand gliding across the sheets, his calligraphy a complete opposite of Takara's. Hideyoshi writing was neat and easy to read, and he did it almost twice as fast as her, something he'd gained after nearly ten years of writing. After finishing ten or so of the papers he pulled his book out, named "Hakemoto clan techniques: Basic Through Advanced" the book his father wrote. Even after reading it for what seemed to be the thousandth time he memorized the entire thing from cover to cover, but yet he still refused to learn anything from it. He'd devoted seven years of his life training in Kenjutsu, in a style he himself created called Shigure Souen. It was a style based on speed and faints, oftentimes striking from one direction before abruptly switching to the other, causing the opponent to become confused and be unable to respond to the attack.
Some of the techniques were random, dropping the sword before kicking the hilt, causing the blade to launch at the enemy, sometimes even killing them before they could react. A kick was hard to notice when you have to pay attention to the wielders hands waiting for some type of Jutsu or Taijutsu to be used on them. At the time of creating it he decided he wanted some cool looking techniques, flashy ones that would make people look at him in awe..but in time he began to see that stealthy was the way to go, tricky..so he developed techniques like Last Minute Rain, a technique that had him drop his Katana before kicking the hilt, sending it slicing towards the enemies head or chest. He still had many techniques he had yet to learn, but it was simply because he wasn't physically strong enough or fast enough to use them. Or it was sometimes caused by his lack of time that he had by being Takara's Secretary. He didn't mind being her secretary but he just wished there were times when he was able to train in peace, which didn't happen often.
When he was able to do all the techniques he'd created then and only then would he move on to the Hakemoto clan techniques, he felt it useless to rely on one set of skills, so he himself would be branching out from Kenjutsu to Iryo Jutsu, then Genjutsu, and then most likely his clan techniques, though he wasn't certain. For all he knew Takara could decide to train him in all Genjutsu, of course he would deny that and work on his own, but it could still happen and take up a lot of his time. When Minato began leaving he spoke to Tachibana before turning to Hideyoshi, he didn't mind being scolded at times, but when it was about something he knew it frustrated him. So with a scoff he replied to Minato. "Do you not think I know this? I myself have played Shogi for nearly thirteen years, I understand the appeal in it..however when you run a village it's different, you shouldn't be sitting around playing a board game when you should be finishing all your paperwork before doing so." Was all he said before going back to his book, he wished dearly that he could get the book restored, considering it was nearly falling apart from being opened so many times, but he just didn't have the money or time to have it done.
Even if he did have the Ryo to do so he knew he couldn't last the time needed without the book. After his father passed away it was almost all he read now, he hadn't picked up another book in almost two years, he couldn't explain to any person why..it just happened. Even after all those years of his father being gone he still read the book, the same book he'd read thousands of times, the same book that was nearly falling apart after all the years of being read. Hideyoshi had memorized every word, every sentence in the book, every phrase and every way to explain a technique, but it was all useless information in his mind..if his father had spent time training Hideyoshi instead of doing who knows whatever the man did then perhaps he wouldn't be reading a book, and he'd actually know everything he needed to. Knowledge was good to have, but when it was about something as easy to teach as his clan techniques it was disappointing to have in his mind..he would never teach someone his techniques, his clan would most likely die with him, never moving forward..never continuing on. Passing techniques on had no point in Hideyoshi's mind, perhaps if he had a child..which was unlikely as a Shinobi, most shinobi only live to be in their late twenties or early thirties, and those are usually the extremely powerful ones that could kill most Chunin like Hideyoshi without even trying. Of course Hideyoshi would get stronger with time, but it was just unlikely he would ever be one of those types of people, the type of person that would become a Kage, or the type that would think themselves to be some sort of god..arrogant people who believed they were of a higher "form" than humans like Hideyoshi.
After his thoughts finally came back to the current time he frowned, closing the book with a snap before putting it safely in his pocket, turning back to the papers on his "desk", a sigh escaping his lips before he set out once again, signing them as fast and neat as possible. Perhaps he could get off early and convince Takara to train him today, that would be amazing..he needed to train if he was ever going to become a Jounin, not to say he wanted to train constantly to do so, he just wanted to work whenever he could whilst he wasn't busy, slowly getting stronger. He wasn't like these Genin and Chunin who constantly trained to become a higher rank, people who dreamed about being the strongest, the best in the world were stupid in his eyes. Strength wasn't everything..knowledge was the best tool to have in a battle, without knowledge power was useless.
Without the proper mind to harness the strength one held there was no point in having it..it was simply something that would be a waste of time and space. After he finished half of the stack of papers he had he sighed, glancing over at Nigel and Takara, he was waiting for Nigel to scream in frustration, to give up and leave. It was mean of him to think of a fellow student that way, but the happy attitude of the young man frustrated him to no end, why be happy and make yourself look like a fool just to put a smile on someones face? It was stupid to a person like Hideyoshi, a person who cared little for another persons happiness, no one would see him act like a moron to make someone smile, never giving his life for someone he didn't know. He loved the new Genin of Kumogakure, that was for sure..but he wouldn't give his life for any other village, he wouldn't give his life for Konoha or Kiri, only his own village.
With a sigh he finished signing the remaining six papers, walking over to Takara's desk he set them flat on the side of it, walking back over to couch he usually sat at, crossing one leg over the other as he focused on the remaining people in the office, Nigel and Takara, one his fellow student, the other his teacher and leader. "Nigel..take your time when you move, Shogi isn't about fast moves..it's about thinking, planning ahead..if you rush into a game of Shogi with any person, especially a person like myself or Takara-dono, even if it takes you fifteen minutes to make a move it wouldn't matter, so long as you don't rush into it. In the end this will help you down the road when you eventually become a Jounin and take on students of your own, you'll be able to teach them strategies and ways to handle a fight. If you don't understand something just ask, one of us will explain it to you so long as you truly wish to know about it." His voice was rather cold, it usually was when speaking to people, he didn't mean for it to be that way but it just happened. His voice was heavily accented, something he was made fun of for when he was younger, no one knew where he got his accent, it was just there..and whilst it wasn't a funny sounding accent it was surely amusing to see a child running around with it. Now that he was older it tended to lead to women and girls flirting with him, he'd had a fan-club formed for him, and it annoyed him to no end when he was working and a group of women came in and started talking with him about random topics that he had no interest in.