Name: Imada Seiryu
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Village: Wanderer
Rank: B-Class
Title: -
Clan: -
Bloodline: -
Element(s): -
Skill(s): Kenjutsu | Genjutsu
Utilizing 4/4 Skill Trades
Stats(14/24 stat raises used - 5850 = 1650 + 2000 [B-Class] + 2000 [Skill Trades] + 200 [Rogue Wanderer])
Unique Abilities:
Seal-less Combat [Genjutsu]: A player may choose to perform technique of a certain skill without hand seals. However, this is only gesture-less casting. The player must still "charge" their chakra and follow the other "tells" or triggers such technique requires.
One-handed Seals: Pretty straightforward. A player may weave hand seals with only one hand. This results in a one tier loss of Coordination for that hand regarding hand seals.
Rogue Wanderer: After years of traveling on the road, Seiryu has experienced enough of life to have the edge in some regards to those who could be considered his equals. Seiryu has gained 200 extra EXP which will be paid back before he can gain further experience.
A Ronin’s Will: During the years after his wife’s death, Seiryu’s chakra became far more volatile, though he had learned to control it. At will, Seiryu debuff his intelligence by 1 tier to increase his speed by 1 tier. During this time Seiryu’s sclera turns black and his irises turn a vibrant yellow and his hair rises. Reference.
Appearance:
Standing at an average height of 181cm (5’11”) and a complimenting 73kg to accompany his height, Seiryu’s build isn’t one of any note, as he’s more lean than pure muscle. Seiryu’s pure black hair is wavy and is often kept in a ponytail at the nape of his neck. At it’s full length, Seiryu’s hair reaches the middle of his back. Oftentimes, keeping his hair loose and not completely out of the way, it is prone to falling in his face and obscuring his sight slightly, though often it’s not a concerning factor. His eyes are of an amber colour, leaning towards more brown than they are yellow. As for his attire, Seiryu is often seen wearing a green and black striped kimono and zori.
History: Seiryu was the third child and second son, the middle child to a total of five siblings, to two loving parents and had been born in a small village located in the Land of Fangs. His father, Osamu Imada, had married his mother, Saki at a fairly young age; both being nineteen and eighteen respectively. It wasn’t long after that his father and mother had their first born child, a daughter named Hikari. A year and a half would pass before their second born child would enter the word, a son named Shou. Seiryu would follow after, nearing two years later. A few years, three would pass, before a pair of twins would be born to Osamu and Saki, twin daughters they would name Yumeka and Tsukiko. Seiryu would experience a farm life growing up, his father always out tending to the fields and animals with his mother occasionally helping out. They lived a modest, quiet life with their few neighbours.
Upon reaching the age of eighteen, Seiryu wanted to experience the world for himself, and eventually with the blessings of both his mother and father, he was able to leave the village with the dual promises of writing letters to be returned back home and attempting to visit whenever possible. Seiryu quickly found out the latter would be far more difficult than the former simply due to where his journey would take him; further and further away from the Land of Fangs. Two years would pass by without Seiryu returning home once. A promise he would want to keep with some news he brought back… well, not so much news anymore? Upon returning home to the Land of Fangs, Seiryu did not return alone, for he brought a woman whom he had married upon his journey. Seiryu and Keiko, his wife, had met in the Land of Waterfall. Their meeting and marriage had been a turbulent affair, yet they both found joy with one another. As time went on, another two years passed with Seiryu, now twenty-two, reaiming at home more often than not, to stay with his wife. Nearly a year after his return Keiko had gotten ill and his family had been unable to contact a doctor or find a medical shinobi to help cure her. The year in which Keiko was sick had Seiryu often out of his wits, not knowing what he could possibly do to help his wife. The end result, however, made it so there was absolutely nothing Seiryu could do to aid her, for she had passed away by the end of the year. There after and for the next several years, Seiryu would go back to wandering the lands, trying to find something to bring back the normalcy he once felt, yet knowing it would never return. The least he could do, and as his Keiko had wished, he would remain who he was and not fall into the pitfall of misery and anguish.
Personality: Seiryu is a carefree soul without much worries about the world; this is not to say he is naive, but a lot of things that occur in the world have little consequence to him. He will stand up for those that are in need of it, though Seiryu often chooses to be left to his own devices. The world of Shinobi and their politics is something he seeks to avoid, simply for not wanting to be involved in any capacity. Being on his own for years, Seiryu is used to the quiet and can often be found taking naps in odd locations from time to time. Seiryu is friendly towards strangers, often presenting an easygoing attitude. Behind his calm nature, Seiryu still remains analytical and pessimistic of the world; though his words to others often present the optimism that the world holds. Further behind that is a rage, though when expressed, is mixed in with his calm persona. This is not shown often except for when someone dear to him is hurt.
Roleplay Sample:
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Village: Wanderer
Rank: B-Class
Title: -
Clan: -
Bloodline: -
Element(s): -
Skill(s): Kenjutsu | Genjutsu
Utilizing 4/4 Skill Trades
Stats(14/24 stat raises used - 5850 = 1650 + 2000 [B-Class] + 2000 [Skill Trades] + 200 [Rogue Wanderer])
- Strength: C (2 stat raise, 450 EXP)
- Constitution: C (2 stat raise, 450 EXP)
- Stamina: B (3 stat raise, 950 EXP)
- Speed: C (2 stat raise, 450 EXP)
- Coordination: B (2 Stat raise, 950 EXP)
- Intelligence: A (4 stat raise, 1650 EXP)
- Perception: B (2 stat raise, 950 EXP)
Unique Abilities:
Seal-less Combat [Genjutsu]: A player may choose to perform technique of a certain skill without hand seals. However, this is only gesture-less casting. The player must still "charge" their chakra and follow the other "tells" or triggers such technique requires.
One-handed Seals: Pretty straightforward. A player may weave hand seals with only one hand. This results in a one tier loss of Coordination for that hand regarding hand seals.
Rogue Wanderer: After years of traveling on the road, Seiryu has experienced enough of life to have the edge in some regards to those who could be considered his equals. Seiryu has gained 200 extra EXP which will be paid back before he can gain further experience.
A Ronin’s Will: During the years after his wife’s death, Seiryu’s chakra became far more volatile, though he had learned to control it. At will, Seiryu debuff his intelligence by 1 tier to increase his speed by 1 tier. During this time Seiryu’s sclera turns black and his irises turn a vibrant yellow and his hair rises. Reference.
Appearance:
- Spoiler:
Standing at an average height of 181cm (5’11”) and a complimenting 73kg to accompany his height, Seiryu’s build isn’t one of any note, as he’s more lean than pure muscle. Seiryu’s pure black hair is wavy and is often kept in a ponytail at the nape of his neck. At it’s full length, Seiryu’s hair reaches the middle of his back. Oftentimes, keeping his hair loose and not completely out of the way, it is prone to falling in his face and obscuring his sight slightly, though often it’s not a concerning factor. His eyes are of an amber colour, leaning towards more brown than they are yellow. As for his attire, Seiryu is often seen wearing a green and black striped kimono and zori.
History: Seiryu was the third child and second son, the middle child to a total of five siblings, to two loving parents and had been born in a small village located in the Land of Fangs. His father, Osamu Imada, had married his mother, Saki at a fairly young age; both being nineteen and eighteen respectively. It wasn’t long after that his father and mother had their first born child, a daughter named Hikari. A year and a half would pass before their second born child would enter the word, a son named Shou. Seiryu would follow after, nearing two years later. A few years, three would pass, before a pair of twins would be born to Osamu and Saki, twin daughters they would name Yumeka and Tsukiko. Seiryu would experience a farm life growing up, his father always out tending to the fields and animals with his mother occasionally helping out. They lived a modest, quiet life with their few neighbours.
Upon reaching the age of eighteen, Seiryu wanted to experience the world for himself, and eventually with the blessings of both his mother and father, he was able to leave the village with the dual promises of writing letters to be returned back home and attempting to visit whenever possible. Seiryu quickly found out the latter would be far more difficult than the former simply due to where his journey would take him; further and further away from the Land of Fangs. Two years would pass by without Seiryu returning home once. A promise he would want to keep with some news he brought back… well, not so much news anymore? Upon returning home to the Land of Fangs, Seiryu did not return alone, for he brought a woman whom he had married upon his journey. Seiryu and Keiko, his wife, had met in the Land of Waterfall. Their meeting and marriage had been a turbulent affair, yet they both found joy with one another. As time went on, another two years passed with Seiryu, now twenty-two, reaiming at home more often than not, to stay with his wife. Nearly a year after his return Keiko had gotten ill and his family had been unable to contact a doctor or find a medical shinobi to help cure her. The year in which Keiko was sick had Seiryu often out of his wits, not knowing what he could possibly do to help his wife. The end result, however, made it so there was absolutely nothing Seiryu could do to aid her, for she had passed away by the end of the year. There after and for the next several years, Seiryu would go back to wandering the lands, trying to find something to bring back the normalcy he once felt, yet knowing it would never return. The least he could do, and as his Keiko had wished, he would remain who he was and not fall into the pitfall of misery and anguish.
Personality: Seiryu is a carefree soul without much worries about the world; this is not to say he is naive, but a lot of things that occur in the world have little consequence to him. He will stand up for those that are in need of it, though Seiryu often chooses to be left to his own devices. The world of Shinobi and their politics is something he seeks to avoid, simply for not wanting to be involved in any capacity. Being on his own for years, Seiryu is used to the quiet and can often be found taking naps in odd locations from time to time. Seiryu is friendly towards strangers, often presenting an easygoing attitude. Behind his calm nature, Seiryu still remains analytical and pessimistic of the world; though his words to others often present the optimism that the world holds. Further behind that is a rage, though when expressed, is mixed in with his calm persona. This is not shown often except for when someone dear to him is hurt.
Roleplay Sample:
- Spoiler:
- The by-product of the needles hitting his chest; the pain, was forgotten the moment he caught sight of the expression on Keiko’s face. He had been privy to a wide range of her emotions over the past month or so, yet none seemed to equal the distress that was currently expressed by her. The woman Seiryū had gotten to know over the course of the month was playful, friendly, flirtatious, innocent, and naïve to varying degrees, though he had never been witness to anything as worrying as today’s expression. The previous moments where he had seen her troubled were to a lesser degree, where it wasn’t anything drastic that had him overly concerned about her current emotional state. Today was different from those previous instances, for the senbon she had thrown and the shattered ceramic mug had given him more reason to believe there was something at play that gave rise to what had just transpired in the span of a few seconds. Regardless, he couldn’t fault her for throwing those ice needles at him while being upset at something entirely different. While he would much prefer not being a target for her frustration, he wasn’t going to get angry at her to add more fuel to whatever fire there was.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He heard the words after she had rushed over to him, the frozen needles quickly fading away to water. The areas where the needles had been left light bloodstains, though the shirt itself had been pierced through by the solidified needles just moments ago. The shirt was practically ruined, the needles having torn the material from its original state. He could see tears lightly running down the side of her cheek, though before he could consider reaching out to wipe them; Seiryū felt the sensation of Keiko gripping on to his shirt. There seemed to be more desperation this time compared to any of their previous moments and he could understand it to a degree, though he was still lost as to the reasoning behind her current state. The next moment Keiko had buried her face into his chest, Seiryū’s arms wrapping around her to hold her. His right hand attempted to soothe her at this moment, rubbing light circles upon her lower back.
Pressing her for an answer wasn’t his immediate concern. Rather, Seiryū wanted her to relax and try to stop the tears from flowing further. If she wished to talk about it, then they would, but until that moment he would be more focused on making sure Keiko was comfortable and not crying. Seiryū’s options were rather limited for comforting Keiko, not simply due to knowing nothing about what was upsetting her, but also the lack of personal experience when it came to comforting another person. A result of not having many personal friends – even family – had resulted in Seiryū’s current slight awkwardness. It was likely Keiko was used to another person comforting her and knowing what to say, he knew about her adopted family. She would have likely received soothing words from her family, yet Seiryū couldn’t even offer them outright. He had always been a practical person and this entire situation was new to him – hell, his relationship with Keiko still remained new to Seiryū.
His ears were able to pick up the muffled cries of Keiko; the wellbeing of his shirt had been thrown out the window the moment he knew something had Keiko upset. They stood there for what felt like forever, though it eventually seemed that her cries had died down slightly. Seiryū would continue rubbing Keiko’s back; his eyes would be trained forward lost in a train of thought. “I’m sorry…” She apologized again and while he knew what Keiko was apologizing for, Seiryū felt there was no need for her to do such a thing. Not when there was something else troubling her more than a few minor wounds on his person. His eyes met Keiko’s, seeing the remainder of raw emotions from her crying made the thought about what caused it rise once more. Until she would talk about it on her own, Seiryū wouldn’t press the issue; he had just seen her silent plea.
Another moment had passed and before Seiryū could tell what exactly was occurring, Keiko had pressed her lips against his; pulling him down by the shirt to close that distance. While Seiryū more often than not would accept a kiss from Keiko willingly, the circumstances surrounding today’s were entirely different. He didn’t think it was appropriate for him to take advantage of such a situation; even if Keiko was the one to initiate it. The unfamiliar sensation of a salty taste, a result of her tears, made him more than conclude that this shouldn’t delve in to that territory, no matter how much Keiko desired it. He could live with Keiko being upset with that decision – upset at him – thus he didn’t reciprocate to the fullest extent. The moment it became more demanding was the moment Seiryū had decided it was best to take a different course of action.
Pulling away from Keiko, he would hold her closer to him, continuing to rub her back as he did so. “Come on, let’s go sit down.” He would whisper out to Keiko just over her head. Before his mind could actually catch up with his actions, Seiryū went to lift up Keiko, one hand hooking itself under her knees while the other would support her back. From there he would carry her to the couch and sit upon it, holding Keiko close to him. It was unlikely Keiko would resist, but if she did Seiryū would instead guide her towards the couch where he’d motion for her to sit. “You don’t have to tell me anything. Just try to relax, alright?”