Name: Fable “Drowsy” Faraci
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Village: Kohona
Rank: Jonin (B)
Title:
Clan: N/A
Bloodline: N/A
Element(s): Katon
Skill(s): Fuuinjutsu, GenJutsu, Taijutsu
Note: Traded into 2 Skill points for 1,000 starter exp points.
Stats
Unique Abilities:
Mo-Money: A player may start off with additional income, which the max amount correlates to the player's starting rank. Upon doing so 50% of all future income counts towards that sum with an interest of 50% as well.
500,000 ryo
Big Boost: A player may receive a 1 tier stat boost to any stat of their choosing (or a 1 Tier stat debuff to an opponent's stats) without having to receive a tier debuff in one of their own stat areas. However, this boost cannot be used to reach S-Tier stats. (Using this on my Constitution)
Appearance: With a dark brown skin tone, various scars,and painted line marks, it's easy to tell that Fable is no city boy. He usually carries around a nonchalant, yet hostile expression on his face, not entirely on purpose but merely from habit. His posture is mostly always hunched over making him seem a bit suspicious. His painted tribal marks take up his entire right arm, leading to his right side and face. They stop just under his eye, and are all different colors and symbols, some resembles natures elements and some unfamiliar symbols. His physique is mildly athletic, yet a slim, with somewhat visible abs. He has dreads that are dyed red at the tips and often doesn’t style them unless he’s about to enter battle.
Fable wears black cargo shorts, with small rips and holes in the lower halves of them. His feet are protected by black wrappings with unique drawings, painted blue, on them that resemble birds. He also often doesn't wear a shirt, opting to wear a necklace, of a black moon within a red sun. He also wears wrappings around his fist going up to his entire arm on his left arm, while the black wrappings on his right only go up to his forearm.
History: Fable’s past is a blur for the most part. He thinks he had a family before, but he can’t quite remember them. He doesn’t remember much at all, though it isn’t that strange to him. His life has been the same for the past 8 years, survive as best as you can. He doesn’t quite have any family with him in the present, but he often has dreams of them. They always come when he sleeps, or after he blacks out, that happens a lot, but Fable never thought much of it.
He’d often imagine them, a family to call his own, though they were faceless. Most times it was only two other people, a woman, she always seemed to be looking down on him in his dreams. The other was a child, small like Fable always appeared in his dreams. The child often seemed to be leading Fable somewhere, though he always awoke before they reached their destination. He cherishes those moments and feels at peace with life in those dreams. They make him feel as if the life he lives isn’t so bad.
Fable only knows the life he’s been living for the past years; survive as best as he can. He doesn’t have many regrets with his actions of the past. He did everything to survive, burning bridges as he went along his path. From robbing food stands, stores, and farms, to going hungry for weeks at a time, Fable’s goal was always to survive no matter the path he must walk. He didn’t know why he need to survive in those days, he merely felt it was right. Upon looking back, if he hadn’t done those thing he surely would’ve pasted at an early age. He never would’ve found the freedom of being a shinobi. He sought the village out because he heard of the freedom and pay a ninja received, though he struggled immensely with the lesson and never completely passed in learning many different forms of nature transformation, he found his ninjutsu skills to be quite advanced. He never quite engaged himself much with his classmate at the academy or his teachers, always seeming to keep his distance, like he always did. He would eventually graduate from the academy obtaining his forehead protector symbolizing both his alignment with the village, but also his step towards his goal of becoming someone with the power to change the shinobi world forever. He would keep this goal in mind as he developed as a ninja, through the ranks.
Personality: Fable is rather uninterested in other people, unless they show some amazing quirk, or seem to be more than what they seem. He works towards his goals and doesn't see anything wrong with doing whatever it takes to succeed in attaining them. He's quite fond of war and battle, and is quite adapt at analyzing to opposing sides.
He understands the emotions of others and feelings very well, but often does not allow himself to take action based on those emotions. He doesn't trust easily, and understands that everyone is out for themselves, though this won't turn him away from having a good time or allowing someone to believe that he trusts them. He simple understands everyone's goals are always for self.
He loves to sleep and gamble and often parties his nights away in celebration. He doesn't much care for things that don't interest him, so although he is a fairly good surviving, he has yet to find a real goal to strive for. He is rather lazy and doesn’t like to do more than what is asked of him, and makes it a point to not take much disrespect from anyone.
Fable likes nature, animals, sleeping, gambling, and fighting. He loves testing his strength against others almost as much as he loves to gamble. He enjoys the rush a battle gives him and often gets lost in that mindset while battling. Though that doesn’t often take away from his tactical prowess, he can get carried away at times. He loves to sleep in and avoid a hot days work, and hates being abruptly woken. He likes to gamble not only with money but anything really, although he only gambles when he feels lucky or that the outcome looks to be in his favor.
Fable only fears being powerless. He hates being at the bottom and will do almost anything to claw his way to the top. He is motivated by the strong, his hate for those who look down upon him is what drives his hunger. He wants to show everyone up who ever thought that they could wrong him with no co sequences. He yarns for something to care for, though he understands that this is something that comes best naturally. He seeks to become to mold the world in an image he is content with.
Roleplay Sample: The sun’s rays effortlessly flew through the blinds in Fable’s room. There wasn’t much in the room at first glance, only a few game boards, empty cups and clothes laid about. Fable was peacefully sleeping, slight snores periodically flowing out his mouth. As the a breeze caught the air, it push through his open window and brushed the blinds enough to let the suns beams interrupt Fable’s slumber.
“You going to sleep your young life away, ya know?” Said a familiar voice to Drowsy
Grumbling under his breathe as he blocked the bright lights, Drowsy used his other arm to scratch his head as he sat up. “Ya know. Maybe if you slept more when you were younger, you’d be as handsome as me now.” He retorted to the old man, as he yawned and got out of bed.
He was promptly greeted with a newspaper smacking him in the face as he opened his eyes, and heard his grandfather say “Oohahaha, I’m the reason you even have those features kid. Now, look through the papers, I heard there was an organization looking for some quick work. I’ll see you after the Stratus.” As he walked out the side door to the home, the newspaper fell into Fable’s hands as he sighed and read about the odd job.
The description was quite straightforward, go to the organization’s place grab the materials and build a messenger bird’s landing post. Fable saw it as a simple enough task, and quickly got dressed, as he washed himself the night before after an intense training session with his grandfather. He winced a little, as he put on his necklace, him arms slightly sore still. He left the house rather quickly after washing his face and brushing his teeth. He grabbed his Kumogakure forehead protector on his way out the door and tied it around his neck, letting in hang a bit.
As he walked to the building he wondered if he should train his Suiton or Kenjutsu when he returned. His grandfather had spoken about returning, and seeing as he said the same thing yesterday before returning drunk and stumbling into Drowsy’s room screaming about how lazy he was. Drowsy chuckled as he remembered his grandfathers falling over into a rather large reserve of water after showing Drowsy the “Ranton Style: Stotmbringer jutsu”. Drowsy hadn’t quite gotten the hang of the jutsu, but it was quite difficult to pull off even among the clans upper tier members. His grandfather used the jutsu quite easily, but this was no surprise to Drowsy.
His grandfather was in quite good standings in the clan as for his efforts in mentoring many of the clan’s prodigies. This was part of the reason he was so hard on Fable, although it was always an adventure when it came to training with his grandfather. Fable chuckled as he thought of his kin, as he, like everyone else, found him quite entertaining. He picked his head up to see that he’d reached his destination. He quietly walked inside and up to the secretary’s desk, asking about the paper. She simply pointed at a poster on the wall and with a sincere “Thank you.” Fable walked over to the poster and noticed a stack of flyers showing the location that needed a messenger bird’s landing post.
He followed the directions to the supply room in the building, and grabbed the wood and materials he’d need to use to build the landing post. Carrying them to his destination his mind began to drift again. This time he pondered on how long he spend in Kumogakure. The clan allowed his humble return only because his grandfather was in such good standings with them. Fable knew he’d have to show signs of genius, especially since he was following in both his grandfather’s path, and forever entrapped in his father’s shadow. Though those things didn’t quite plague Fable’s mind, nothing did really. He simply wouldn’t allow it.
As he approached the destination he noticed how tall the tree was, but he didn’t sweat it too much. A simple supernatural walking technique would allow him him to walk up the tree easily. He noticed there were quite a few birds circling the peak of the tree, the perfect spot for the post. The flyer had warned Fable about this, but it seemed to escape his mind on the walk over. With a sigh at the task in front of him, he understood this was going to require some effort if he was going to complete the mission the laziest way possible.
Fable sat down for a bit putting the pieces to the birdhouse together. It was rather simple to piece together even without the directions on the back of the flyer. He pondered for a moment who would actually be using this post to transfer messages, but not very long. As long as he got paid, and they stayed out of his way he’d sleep fine. After completing this step, he stood up and weaves a few hand signs gearing up to use the jutsu he’d recently learned from the clan’s jutsu archives.
“Water Style: Water Clone Jutsu” he said before spitting out a surplus of water to create the clone.
After the clone formed, Fable sent it up the tree using the supernatural walking technique. As the clone reached higher in the tree, the bird began to attack. They were crows, protecting their nest and young. Fable understood their viewpoint, but a jobs a job. His clone trudged through the attacks and nailed the birdhouse to the tree after taking countless pecks and barrages from the birds. Fable had no worries though, this clone jutsu was rather durable and worse come to worse he could recover the clone by supplying him with more suiton.
After the clone was done with its task, Fable dispersed his other half, and left the work site. Though the birds, drenched from attacking the clone’s water body didn’t see the conflict as so resolved. They glared through the forest to locate the culprit of tampering with their home, and quickly located Drowsy, himself. As they dove from the great height their nest was in attempts to attack him, Drowsy felt a killer intent, a skill he gained from all the sneak attacks and pranks his grandfather liked to play on him.
Drowsy slowing turned his head around to notice the murder diving in his direction. With a single sweat drop coming down the side of his cheek, he gulped and said “You know guys I would love to hang, but I was just on my way to trained at home. See ya!”
He frantically ran all the way home, swiftly stopping by the organization’s office to drop off the confirmation that he’s completed his task, with the birds following him almost the entire way home.
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Village: Kohona
Rank: Jonin (B)
Title:
Clan: N/A
Bloodline: N/A
Element(s): Katon
Skill(s): Fuuinjutsu, GenJutsu, Taijutsu
Note: Traded into 2 Skill points for 1,000 starter exp points.
Stats
- Strength: D
- Constitution: C
- Stamina: B
- Speed: C
- Coordination: B
- Intelligence: A
- Perception: D
Unique Abilities:
Mo-Money: A player may start off with additional income, which the max amount correlates to the player's starting rank. Upon doing so 50% of all future income counts towards that sum with an interest of 50% as well.
500,000 ryo
Big Boost: A player may receive a 1 tier stat boost to any stat of their choosing (or a 1 Tier stat debuff to an opponent's stats) without having to receive a tier debuff in one of their own stat areas. However, this boost cannot be used to reach S-Tier stats. (Using this on my Constitution)
Appearance: With a dark brown skin tone, various scars,and painted line marks, it's easy to tell that Fable is no city boy. He usually carries around a nonchalant, yet hostile expression on his face, not entirely on purpose but merely from habit. His posture is mostly always hunched over making him seem a bit suspicious. His painted tribal marks take up his entire right arm, leading to his right side and face. They stop just under his eye, and are all different colors and symbols, some resembles natures elements and some unfamiliar symbols. His physique is mildly athletic, yet a slim, with somewhat visible abs. He has dreads that are dyed red at the tips and often doesn’t style them unless he’s about to enter battle.
Fable wears black cargo shorts, with small rips and holes in the lower halves of them. His feet are protected by black wrappings with unique drawings, painted blue, on them that resemble birds. He also often doesn't wear a shirt, opting to wear a necklace, of a black moon within a red sun. He also wears wrappings around his fist going up to his entire arm on his left arm, while the black wrappings on his right only go up to his forearm.
History: Fable’s past is a blur for the most part. He thinks he had a family before, but he can’t quite remember them. He doesn’t remember much at all, though it isn’t that strange to him. His life has been the same for the past 8 years, survive as best as you can. He doesn’t quite have any family with him in the present, but he often has dreams of them. They always come when he sleeps, or after he blacks out, that happens a lot, but Fable never thought much of it.
He’d often imagine them, a family to call his own, though they were faceless. Most times it was only two other people, a woman, she always seemed to be looking down on him in his dreams. The other was a child, small like Fable always appeared in his dreams. The child often seemed to be leading Fable somewhere, though he always awoke before they reached their destination. He cherishes those moments and feels at peace with life in those dreams. They make him feel as if the life he lives isn’t so bad.
Fable only knows the life he’s been living for the past years; survive as best as he can. He doesn’t have many regrets with his actions of the past. He did everything to survive, burning bridges as he went along his path. From robbing food stands, stores, and farms, to going hungry for weeks at a time, Fable’s goal was always to survive no matter the path he must walk. He didn’t know why he need to survive in those days, he merely felt it was right. Upon looking back, if he hadn’t done those thing he surely would’ve pasted at an early age. He never would’ve found the freedom of being a shinobi. He sought the village out because he heard of the freedom and pay a ninja received, though he struggled immensely with the lesson and never completely passed in learning many different forms of nature transformation, he found his ninjutsu skills to be quite advanced. He never quite engaged himself much with his classmate at the academy or his teachers, always seeming to keep his distance, like he always did. He would eventually graduate from the academy obtaining his forehead protector symbolizing both his alignment with the village, but also his step towards his goal of becoming someone with the power to change the shinobi world forever. He would keep this goal in mind as he developed as a ninja, through the ranks.
Personality: Fable is rather uninterested in other people, unless they show some amazing quirk, or seem to be more than what they seem. He works towards his goals and doesn't see anything wrong with doing whatever it takes to succeed in attaining them. He's quite fond of war and battle, and is quite adapt at analyzing to opposing sides.
He understands the emotions of others and feelings very well, but often does not allow himself to take action based on those emotions. He doesn't trust easily, and understands that everyone is out for themselves, though this won't turn him away from having a good time or allowing someone to believe that he trusts them. He simple understands everyone's goals are always for self.
He loves to sleep and gamble and often parties his nights away in celebration. He doesn't much care for things that don't interest him, so although he is a fairly good surviving, he has yet to find a real goal to strive for. He is rather lazy and doesn’t like to do more than what is asked of him, and makes it a point to not take much disrespect from anyone.
Fable likes nature, animals, sleeping, gambling, and fighting. He loves testing his strength against others almost as much as he loves to gamble. He enjoys the rush a battle gives him and often gets lost in that mindset while battling. Though that doesn’t often take away from his tactical prowess, he can get carried away at times. He loves to sleep in and avoid a hot days work, and hates being abruptly woken. He likes to gamble not only with money but anything really, although he only gambles when he feels lucky or that the outcome looks to be in his favor.
Fable only fears being powerless. He hates being at the bottom and will do almost anything to claw his way to the top. He is motivated by the strong, his hate for those who look down upon him is what drives his hunger. He wants to show everyone up who ever thought that they could wrong him with no co sequences. He yarns for something to care for, though he understands that this is something that comes best naturally. He seeks to become to mold the world in an image he is content with.
Roleplay Sample: The sun’s rays effortlessly flew through the blinds in Fable’s room. There wasn’t much in the room at first glance, only a few game boards, empty cups and clothes laid about. Fable was peacefully sleeping, slight snores periodically flowing out his mouth. As the a breeze caught the air, it push through his open window and brushed the blinds enough to let the suns beams interrupt Fable’s slumber.
“You going to sleep your young life away, ya know?” Said a familiar voice to Drowsy
Grumbling under his breathe as he blocked the bright lights, Drowsy used his other arm to scratch his head as he sat up. “Ya know. Maybe if you slept more when you were younger, you’d be as handsome as me now.” He retorted to the old man, as he yawned and got out of bed.
He was promptly greeted with a newspaper smacking him in the face as he opened his eyes, and heard his grandfather say “Oohahaha, I’m the reason you even have those features kid. Now, look through the papers, I heard there was an organization looking for some quick work. I’ll see you after the Stratus.” As he walked out the side door to the home, the newspaper fell into Fable’s hands as he sighed and read about the odd job.
The description was quite straightforward, go to the organization’s place grab the materials and build a messenger bird’s landing post. Fable saw it as a simple enough task, and quickly got dressed, as he washed himself the night before after an intense training session with his grandfather. He winced a little, as he put on his necklace, him arms slightly sore still. He left the house rather quickly after washing his face and brushing his teeth. He grabbed his Kumogakure forehead protector on his way out the door and tied it around his neck, letting in hang a bit.
As he walked to the building he wondered if he should train his Suiton or Kenjutsu when he returned. His grandfather had spoken about returning, and seeing as he said the same thing yesterday before returning drunk and stumbling into Drowsy’s room screaming about how lazy he was. Drowsy chuckled as he remembered his grandfathers falling over into a rather large reserve of water after showing Drowsy the “Ranton Style: Stotmbringer jutsu”. Drowsy hadn’t quite gotten the hang of the jutsu, but it was quite difficult to pull off even among the clans upper tier members. His grandfather used the jutsu quite easily, but this was no surprise to Drowsy.
His grandfather was in quite good standings in the clan as for his efforts in mentoring many of the clan’s prodigies. This was part of the reason he was so hard on Fable, although it was always an adventure when it came to training with his grandfather. Fable chuckled as he thought of his kin, as he, like everyone else, found him quite entertaining. He picked his head up to see that he’d reached his destination. He quietly walked inside and up to the secretary’s desk, asking about the paper. She simply pointed at a poster on the wall and with a sincere “Thank you.” Fable walked over to the poster and noticed a stack of flyers showing the location that needed a messenger bird’s landing post.
He followed the directions to the supply room in the building, and grabbed the wood and materials he’d need to use to build the landing post. Carrying them to his destination his mind began to drift again. This time he pondered on how long he spend in Kumogakure. The clan allowed his humble return only because his grandfather was in such good standings with them. Fable knew he’d have to show signs of genius, especially since he was following in both his grandfather’s path, and forever entrapped in his father’s shadow. Though those things didn’t quite plague Fable’s mind, nothing did really. He simply wouldn’t allow it.
As he approached the destination he noticed how tall the tree was, but he didn’t sweat it too much. A simple supernatural walking technique would allow him him to walk up the tree easily. He noticed there were quite a few birds circling the peak of the tree, the perfect spot for the post. The flyer had warned Fable about this, but it seemed to escape his mind on the walk over. With a sigh at the task in front of him, he understood this was going to require some effort if he was going to complete the mission the laziest way possible.
Fable sat down for a bit putting the pieces to the birdhouse together. It was rather simple to piece together even without the directions on the back of the flyer. He pondered for a moment who would actually be using this post to transfer messages, but not very long. As long as he got paid, and they stayed out of his way he’d sleep fine. After completing this step, he stood up and weaves a few hand signs gearing up to use the jutsu he’d recently learned from the clan’s jutsu archives.
“Water Style: Water Clone Jutsu” he said before spitting out a surplus of water to create the clone.
After the clone formed, Fable sent it up the tree using the supernatural walking technique. As the clone reached higher in the tree, the bird began to attack. They were crows, protecting their nest and young. Fable understood their viewpoint, but a jobs a job. His clone trudged through the attacks and nailed the birdhouse to the tree after taking countless pecks and barrages from the birds. Fable had no worries though, this clone jutsu was rather durable and worse come to worse he could recover the clone by supplying him with more suiton.
After the clone was done with its task, Fable dispersed his other half, and left the work site. Though the birds, drenched from attacking the clone’s water body didn’t see the conflict as so resolved. They glared through the forest to locate the culprit of tampering with their home, and quickly located Drowsy, himself. As they dove from the great height their nest was in attempts to attack him, Drowsy felt a killer intent, a skill he gained from all the sneak attacks and pranks his grandfather liked to play on him.
Drowsy slowing turned his head around to notice the murder diving in his direction. With a single sweat drop coming down the side of his cheek, he gulped and said “You know guys I would love to hang, but I was just on my way to trained at home. See ya!”
He frantically ran all the way home, swiftly stopping by the organization’s office to drop off the confirmation that he’s completed his task, with the birds following him almost the entire way home.
