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基本情報|BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Uchiha Yosamu Nickname: The Night Child, The Fallen Hero, Dracula, Fiend, Butcher of Ancarth Gender: Male Age: 29 Clan: Uchiha
As Yosamu:
Yosamu is at averaged height with short, jet black hair. He is slim with a nimble, athletic build clad in a black ANBU cloak and under garments, which he stole from a supply caravan. The cloak covers his entire body upwards. Excluding his face. Being born with emissive red pupils his eyes always had a weird look of luminescence, especially in the dark. His cloak, which was stolen from a caravan was exclusively woven for the purpose of stealth. It was an ANBU delivery caravan after all. Under his cloak, he wears a simple grey sleeveless shirt and black pants, followed by classic shinobi sandals, which he also got from the caravan. Being a slim person overall, he is quite agile. This had earned him the trait of a very well self trained thief. He has a shinobigatana and sheath on his back. That sword is the only thing he has pertaining to his true history of his clan and where he came from. It has the Uchiha symbol on the handle, with an elaborate drawing of a serpent and the word 'Blue Dragon' (青い龍) written in kanji etched into the scabbard in a vertical fashion. Overall Yosamu has taken to the life of stealth and shadows, this lifestyle even affected his appearance, giving him a dark, enigmatic look.
As Dracula:
Yosamu appears to have aged rather significantly and his appearance has changed drastically under the curse of Nocturne Yosamu's appearance was severely altered. His short black hair became flowing at about shoulder length, his soft brown skin became pale and grey, his hands became cold and claw like, much resembling that of a bat. He is now bare-chested and only wears a sort of cloak about his body held up by a sash with a large face as a clasp. Instead of his old ANBU gear, he now wears bits of two steel gauntlets held on by scraps of fabric. He is less muscular than he was in the past, but proves to still be formidable. His hair is now longer and white, and he now has sickly pale skin. His eyes glow a deep red and he now has the stunning appearance of fangs.
Yosamu is at averaged height with short, jet black hair. He is slim with a nimble, athletic build clad in a black ANBU cloak and under garments, which he stole from a supply caravan. The cloak covers his entire body upwards. Excluding his face. Being born with emissive red pupils his eyes always had a weird look of luminescence, especially in the dark. His cloak, which was stolen from a caravan was exclusively woven for the purpose of stealth. It was an ANBU delivery caravan after all. Under his cloak, he wears a simple grey sleeveless shirt and black pants, followed by classic shinobi sandals, which he also got from the caravan. Being a slim person overall, he is quite agile. This had earned him the trait of a very well self trained thief. He has a shinobigatana and sheath on his back. That sword is the only thing he has pertaining to his true history of his clan and where he came from. It has the Uchiha symbol on the handle, with an elaborate drawing of a serpent and the word 'Blue Dragon' (青い龍) written in kanji etched into the scabbard in a vertical fashion. Overall Yosamu has taken to the life of stealth and shadows, this lifestyle even affected his appearance, giving him a dark, enigmatic look.
As Dracula:
Yosamu appears to have aged rather significantly and his appearance has changed drastically under the curse of Nocturne Yosamu's appearance was severely altered. His short black hair became flowing at about shoulder length, his soft brown skin became pale and grey, his hands became cold and claw like, much resembling that of a bat. He is now bare-chested and only wears a sort of cloak about his body held up by a sash with a large face as a clasp. Instead of his old ANBU gear, he now wears bits of two steel gauntlets held on by scraps of fabric. He is less muscular than he was in the past, but proves to still be formidable. His hair is now longer and white, and he now has sickly pale skin. His eyes glow a deep red and he now has the stunning appearance of fangs.
As Yosamu:
Brought up the rough way, he saw from a tender age just how much of a fiend life could be. Most nights if he wasn't out trying to steal from ramen shops he was being reprimanded by the orphanage's madam. A silent child, he never really had much to talk about and as a result lacked the fundamental experiences of someone his age. No love interest, parents, friends, even role model. Despite his morbid life story however, Yosamu never tries to show this, due to his crippling habit of judging people by their looks at first glance he tries not to come off as the sad, depressed type of person. He picked up this habit along with many other militaristic approaches and could never shake it, essentially Yosamu is scared of everyone he sees for the first time. With such peculiar eyes he had always been an eye candy to passers, they had said he was an 'Uchiha', he shuddered at the thought. people of that clan are usually outspoken, powerful people. He was merely a 'night child' travelling from alley to alley foraging whatever he could get, there was no possible way he could be of such a prestigious bloodline. He would agree with them however, this 'pseudo' Sharingan added to the intimidation process after all. He hates people who lie, people who hide things, important things he despises them. As he himself has had his entire history hidden from him, seeing his own stressful attempts at researching his past he finds it disgusting someone would even do that in the first place. But when he's not singing to the moon or pick pocketing he sits on rooftops at late nights and read philosophical novels, these helped him to cope with life and learn to know himself.
As Dracula:
Dracul (known to the people as Dracula) hungered for revenge on the ones who led him to his curse, and wished to remake the world as he saw fit, in revenge for his torment. During this time he formed a philosophy on killing based on his nihilistic view of the world; he felt that he had sent his victims to a better place, and he did not care to learn more about them. In spite of how dark he had become, he still retained a measure of his old humanity. When he learned of his true past, he was horrified and remorseful for having killed his mentor to the point where he cried.
While conversing with Nocturne the Bat Sage, Dracula further elaborated on his nihilistic and apathetic viewpoint, using his own fall as an example of the darkness that resides in the heart of all of humanity, that even if he were to die now others would simply take his place, and that ultimately evil would prevail, proving itself the natural order of everything.
村の情報|VILLAGE INFOBrought up the rough way, he saw from a tender age just how much of a fiend life could be. Most nights if he wasn't out trying to steal from ramen shops he was being reprimanded by the orphanage's madam. A silent child, he never really had much to talk about and as a result lacked the fundamental experiences of someone his age. No love interest, parents, friends, even role model. Despite his morbid life story however, Yosamu never tries to show this, due to his crippling habit of judging people by their looks at first glance he tries not to come off as the sad, depressed type of person. He picked up this habit along with many other militaristic approaches and could never shake it, essentially Yosamu is scared of everyone he sees for the first time. With such peculiar eyes he had always been an eye candy to passers, they had said he was an 'Uchiha', he shuddered at the thought. people of that clan are usually outspoken, powerful people. He was merely a 'night child' travelling from alley to alley foraging whatever he could get, there was no possible way he could be of such a prestigious bloodline. He would agree with them however, this 'pseudo' Sharingan added to the intimidation process after all. He hates people who lie, people who hide things, important things he despises them. As he himself has had his entire history hidden from him, seeing his own stressful attempts at researching his past he finds it disgusting someone would even do that in the first place. But when he's not singing to the moon or pick pocketing he sits on rooftops at late nights and read philosophical novels, these helped him to cope with life and learn to know himself.
As Dracula:
Dracul (known to the people as Dracula) hungered for revenge on the ones who led him to his curse, and wished to remake the world as he saw fit, in revenge for his torment. During this time he formed a philosophy on killing based on his nihilistic view of the world; he felt that he had sent his victims to a better place, and he did not care to learn more about them. In spite of how dark he had become, he still retained a measure of his old humanity. When he learned of his true past, he was horrified and remorseful for having killed his mentor to the point where he cried.
While conversing with Nocturne the Bat Sage, Dracula further elaborated on his nihilistic and apathetic viewpoint, using his own fall as an example of the darkness that resides in the heart of all of humanity, that even if he were to die now others would simply take his place, and that ultimately evil would prevail, proving itself the natural order of everything.
Village of Birth: 木ノ葉隠れの里, Konohagakure no Sato Village of Alliance: 霧隠れの里, Kirigakure no Satoランク情報|RANK/CHAKRA INFO
Ninja Rank: Kage Specialty: Fūton | Taijutsu | Katon | Kenjutsu Elemental Ninjutsu:(風遁)
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基礎的な情報|BACKGROUND INFORMATION
Chapter I: You Can Only Look Out for You.
The sun was beginning to set a soft, golden euphoric haze on the heroes faces. Those immortalized faces, they only see the horizon, they never looked down to see into the village, to see the sadness that happened behind closed doors. The past Hokages, looking at them Yosamu felt a tinge of jealousy, they were long dead but eternally respected. What would be his fate? He was only a tumbleweed, at the mercy of the current of life, jumping from house to house, shop to shop in a sour attempt at a good meal. He clenched his fists, this was no way an eight year old should be thinking. The sound of pots clanging immediately pulled him out of his philosophic stare, his food was probably ready. He stood at the back of a ramen shop, the owner's wife had favored him and gave him a hot bowl of ramen every evening, they were a bit late today though. Patient, he lurked for hours, waiting.
The sun was beginning to set a soft, golden euphoric haze on the heroes faces. Those immortalized faces, they only see the horizon, they never looked down to see into the village, to see the sadness that happened behind closed doors. The past Hokages, looking at them Yosamu felt a tinge of jealousy, they were long dead but eternally respected. What would be his fate? He was only a tumbleweed, at the mercy of the current of life, jumping from house to house, shop to shop in a sour attempt at a good meal. He clenched his fists, this was no way an eight year old should be thinking. The sound of pots clanging immediately pulled him out of his philosophic stare, his food was probably ready. He stood at the back of a ramen shop, the owner's wife had favored him and gave him a hot bowl of ramen every evening, they were a bit late today though. Patient, he lurked for hours, waiting.
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Fleeing the kitchen with his life
Before he could exhale he found himself on the ground, seeing firebugs with an unearthing pain in his ribs. The man held the clever in his hands tentatively, "Almost got me there, boy." He chuckled. Then his face got dead serious, "Were you trying to kill me?" He asked, face close to Yosamu's. "Hmm? Boy?" His breath stank of sake and some other liquor, he speech was slurred, no doubt on a drunken raid. "Better yet, bring the woman, she spat in my face lets tell her I don't appreciate it." He spat, swinging his arms nonchalantly. A thief dragged her to him, he clenched the clever in his hand. "A feisty one aren't you? Are you mad that I killed your fat husband?" He teased, leaning towards her face. She glowered at him then inhaled deep. Fearing a katon jutsu Yosamu covered his face, but instead of searing red flames and screaming the sound of water hitting skin was unmistakable. She had spat in his face, again. He raised the clever high, his face showed murderous intent. Yosamu got up and ran at his knees from behind, failing miserably. The bandit kicked him in his already broken ribs, he squealed in pain. "Little shit!" He shouted. He turned to the woman and in one quick swing doused the kindest flame Yosamu ever met. The blood flew all over his clothes and face. Eyes wide in pain and shock.
He threw the clever aside, "Ok boys, take everything we're going" he ordered. The second bandit released the headless woman and finished stuffing dumplings into his mouth and bag. "But what about the kid, Kanji?" He looked at the crying Yosamu. "Hmm, with those shiny eyes and hungry cries we'll leave him." Kanji replied.
He placed a hot dumpling into Yosamu's hand. "I see me in you, boy. And my life wasn't pretty, you see life is one fat pig, with all the wealth in the world. But life is a mean bastard, he doesn't give things away for free, you have to reach out and take it. Because after all, you can only look out for you." He said picking up his filled sack and exiting through the way he came.
As he left Yosamu stared at the head, it showed the face of remorse, had she regretted her final act? Instead of compassion he felt hunger, and immediately chowed the dumpling in his hand. It was hard to believe he always had this much selfishness in him...
Chapter II: I Will Never Catch Up to Him.
After a few years mastery the life of thievery, taking from the fat pig called life Yosamu became a shadow. A slick being, stealing became his god, his only means of nourishment. As he grew he became more and more warped by the evil that lurked in Konoha's alleys. But one day, a famous Uchiha approached him, the great Erodou Uchiha. He said Yosamu was an Uchiha and it was time to chose his rightful path. He laughed him to scorn, such as a scoundrel as himself could never be of such an outspoken bloodline! But his crimson eyes had always been his greatest mystery, he followed the politician to the Uchiha quarters.
After a few years mastery the life of thievery, taking from the fat pig called life Yosamu became a shadow. A slick being, stealing became his god, his only means of nourishment. As he grew he became more and more warped by the evil that lurked in Konoha's alleys. But one day, a famous Uchiha approached him, the great Erodou Uchiha. He said Yosamu was an Uchiha and it was time to chose his rightful path. He laughed him to scorn, such as a scoundrel as himself could never be of such an outspoken bloodline! But his crimson eyes had always been his greatest mystery, he followed the politician to the Uchiha quarters.
Yosamu shaked his head, "No, I've been here all my life, I've never heard of him!" He shouted, denying the revelation. The
"Oh but he was, his name was Myōken, or so I've heard." The Uchiha elder said. His mind distant on something.
"So what happened to him? Is he still in Konoha?!" Yosamu asked, eager.
"Hmm? No, our Hokage shunned him, no one knows for what. But we couldn't defend him as we didn't know if he was in fact an Uchiha."
"What? Where did he go?!"
"A colleague of mine said he went north towards to Iwagakure, but reliable sources say he went south west, towards Sunagakure." He replied.
"I must go, he must have so many answers..."
"He left two years ago, Yosamu. He might probably be even dead now, the deserts surrounding Suna are extremely harsh."
"Oh. In that case, I will never catch up to him..." He felt depressed, the only one who could know about him, was now a dead rounin. "No, he's not dead, I'll find him!"
"Are you mad? You can't possibly chase after him, and besides, we have matters to discuss pertaining to your father's legacy."
I don't care about legacy, I'm leaving."
The elder looked at him, his peculiar eyes were mesmerizing, yet filled with anger, hate, and determination. He couldn't help but succumb to persistent aura of the young flame. "Fine, but here, take this. It was your father's sword, I hope you find your brother. And when you do, return to Konoha young one, take your rightful place in the history of the Uchiha."
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Konohagakure no Sato
❝This business of burning human beings with fire, of filling our nation's homes with orphans and widows, of injecting poisonous drugs of hate into veins of people nomally humane, of sending men home from dark and bloody battlefields physically handicapped and psychologically deranged, cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love. Only through idealism, and the inner desire for coherence, for peace.❞
Chapter III: The Loss of One, Is the Gain of Another.
At just the age of 19 Yosamu expressed exquisite chakra control and skill in elemental and straight ninjutsu, especially Fuuton. He had an IQ of over 130 and was the second best Mahjong player in the village next to Emperor. He was also very versatile with the sword, having mastered Kenjutsu before all over training and it being his primary zeal. Showing these great traits Yosamu quickly climbed the ladder rungs in his village and before long was appointed the official spot of Head Tactician. He became the youngest and first ever S-Class official in not only Sunagakure but ever recorded across the other villages. Loved by his peers Yosamu grew to acknowledge friendship..
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The deserts of Sunagakure
Chapter IV: Power Isn't Everything.
After gaining new abilities and training Yosamu felt the urge of his blade. He felt he was obligated to unlock the powers of Iado most shinobi dared not to tread. Although being a shinobi himself he was not able to fully master it. But, with the help of a very kind- and patient Samurai named Enji, he learned the calm and fluid side of his blade. He spent long days simply swinging at the air, and short nights sleeping. Then repeated for months. Soon after, he gained the moniker 'The Samunobi' from his samurai friends and his village mates when he returned. He gained a new respect for samurai and as such practiced his Kenjutsu in a completely unorthodox form, one more resembling that of a samurai.
He remembered after a long day of training with Enji the sun was setting he asked the old man, "You have me swing at bamboo with such petty I will never cut even a leaf."
The old man smiled, and packed his pipe with more tobacco. After a long pause and gaze at the stars he allowed his exhalation of smoke to cloud his face as he spoke.
"Power isn't always everything, shinobi. A timid swing is just as strong as an enraged one.."
This puzzled Yosamu greatly, how does that make sense?! He asked himself. But after 4 months of slow, deliberate training Enji brought him to a pastor, and showed him a ferocious bull which terrorized the other cattle. It was a wild one- with it's horns dangerously out of shape.
"This beast, plagues my pastures- kill it with a single blow and your training will be complete." Enji said.
Yosamu began forming a few hand seals only to have his hand seized by the samurai. He was smiling cunningly, "Without that wretched ninjutsu of course!"
He sighed openly but as he neared the creature his frustration soon turned into fear. The beast stared at him with the rage of a thousand mad men in it's eyes. The sudden pang washed over him, and he tasted a metallic taste in his mouth. The beast charged at him, the ground and vegetation tearing from the ground in it's wake. He pulled his blade, 'Itsuki' and held it vertical before himself.
"Time it properly, boy!" He heard his teacher yell from the comfort of the hill.
As the mad beast ripped the earth in its rage and desperation to reach Yosamu he closed his eyes, as he learned in training, and focused on the footsteps of the beast, it's exhalation, the way it's feet touched the ground. He was able to deduce the perfect amount of power needed to neutralize it. With a single lateral swing Yosamu's body shook as the wild beast blazed beside him to land on it's side. The entire right side of it's head severed precisely. He shuddered to believe he held that much power in his blade. The bull was eradicated both quickly and mercifully.
"You remember that night I told you power wasn't everything boy?" The old samurai grinned and heartily slammed his crusty palm between Yosamu's shoulder blades.
But he was still frozen in the same position, now crimson blade gleaming in the very same position it swung. He never knew he was capable...
By the time he returned to his village he was a new man..
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The hunt for the menacing beast.
Chapter V: The Might of A King.
From Sunagakure, after hearing word his brother had long left the village Yosamu turned to the next established nation, Amegakure, the village hidden in rain. A very stranger hostile place, he experienced the solitary life yet again. But not for long, soon the Amekage grew to recognize him not just for his special blood line but for what he held in his heart, utmost loyalty and devotion. A slow initiation ensued, he earned a few comrades but midst it all, his brother was still nowhere to be found. Desperate for clues Yosamu had ventured to the Ancarth Islands in search the most powerful sensory shinobi in the world, seeking help to track his kin. On his stay there he saw the ill treatment of a nation. And being the defender of the weak person he was he was inclined to change that. Of course the previous Lord didn't like the idea of an outsider breeding hope for his distraught subjects.
Denovir then arranged, a meeting with the young Uchiha. To discuss ways he could help the nation, with his ideas. But it was in fact an ambush, set to destroy the teen before he could reach Whiterun, where the Lord resides. But what he and his men didn't know was that Yosamu was very in tune with his clan's technique and soon discovered the men, waiting in nearby bushes. It was a quick and fiery death for them along the lonely dusty road, with his eyes, his blade, and his mastery of Futon Yosamu laid waste to all 56 men in no time. Only a few died however, Yosamu then used the ocular skills of his Sharingan to hypnotize the rest and have them carry one of their own comrades into Whiterun under the premise that it was in fact the young shinobi, obliviously slaughtered on the road. -insert name here- was pleased with his success, and even ordered a public burning of the body in the town square, where he bragged of his power, influence and wit. Unaware that it wasn't truly him, the Lord toasted with his harlots and threw ryo coins at the poverty ridden onlookers.
"This isn't the end..."
By this time Yosamu had already removed his impostor gear and had positioned himself behind the mad Lord. The onlookers, and the harem that stood around Denovir didn't even protested, they kept their mouths shut. Even when he channeled Raiton into his blade and walked ever so slowly, and deliberately towards the man they remained motionless- like statues, bracing for the life changing moment to happen. And so it did. Just as he took a swig of yet another jar of sake Yosamu's blade eased its way through his back, to exit at his sternum, its finish stained by the corrupt blood. But as he was merciless, so was he merciful, the numbing of the Raiton took the pain away, and looking into the eyes of his successor Denovir slowly left this world, wondering where the pain was and what was this feeling gripping his entire body.
As Yosamu removed the blade he whispered to the man he once hated; "This isn't the end Enryn, this is only another bridge you have to cross." With that the man's huge body tumbled to the wooden platform then rolled off into the gasping crowd. By the time the Kings' Guard soldiers arrived Yosamu hadn't even moved. Instead he stared at the people present, into their very souls. They didn't protest, instead one by one they each folded at the knee and bowed to him. The reign of a tyrant was over, and it was all thanks to him.
Chapter VI: The Descent to Darkness, A Tragic Hero.
Many years had passed, the blood and toil of battle had taken its toll on the once young Yosamu. Tattered and wary, he would still insist on protecting his people wave after wave. Eventually he was maimed on the battlefield and left at the mercy of a barbarian. Helpless and afraid, Yosamu pleaded for his life but it wasn't to be heard by his cruel victor. His voice was heard though, by the great Sage Bat named Nocturne. She was said to be one of the primordial beings to inhabit the land, long before mankind, her wisdom and age yet to be matched by anything living or dead. She heard his pledge for power in exchange for his soul, and she answered. Immediately a darkness rolled across the land so thick and great it held physical substance, seeing his enemies wriggling about in this infinite nothingness until they were strangled where they stood. Yosamu, unaffected by this sinister darkness, stood up to experience an epiphany as the Bat Sage made her appearance known to him. Her chakra was unimaginably dense, and her voice seemed to ring through his very bones shaking his essence.
"What do you seek, mortal?" Her ominous, bodiless voice rang out.
"Please...give me....the power to protect...." Yosamu helplessly breathed.
"Oh? A moment ago it was victory, whatever happened to that?" Her voiced obviously mocked him.
"My life is worth more than winning.." He whispered as he fell to his knees
"Then I'll give you both! After this pact you will lose all you love, all you've cared about. The people who once looked up to you with inspiration will now look down with disdain. All that you own...is now mine... and you'll be re-birthed a new child... as Dracula the Fiend!"
Nocturne makes her presence known.
So said so done a pain rang out on his neck as Nocturne bestowed upon him the Bat contract- and also his curse. Yosamu's handsome, young features were distorted to relay the creature he had now become. His hair, no longer short ran down his back and his face, smooth and perky became hard and defined like granite rock. His eyes were crimson before but now held the bloodthirsty gaze of a feral creature. By the tine the darkness had lifted itself from the land Yosamu emerged from the rubble and bodies a new man, a new being. All that he knew and loved were indeed gone, for what? For power. What good is it for a man to gain the whole world but lose his own soul?
Reborn as Dracula.
With an insatiable thirst for death and destruction 'Dracula' wandered his own lands, the ones he swore to protect but instead of lonely vigil he slaughtered and destroyed all he came across- man, woman and child alike. This went for years, he was named the Butcher of Ancarth, and was often debated as man or beast among the scholars. What they didn't know was that he was both. Finally, at a crossroad with himself Yosamu encountered his old Kenjutsu mentor, Enji who recognized him right away. Called him "Yosamu" and claimed to have known him in his younger days. Foolish old man. Alucard slaughtered him too and placed his head atop the tallest tower, how dare he claim to be of acquaintance, a mere mortal like him. But his blade, Itsuki, which was given to him by the Uchiha officials before he left Konoha which was also named after his father, was laid down ever so gracefully inside the blood splattered dojo. It was as if Enji was waiting for him to return. He took the blade, and melted it, destroying the prideful Uchiha symbol and dragon engraved finish to forge his own blade from its tempered steel; the Doujikiri Yasutsuna. Through melting this blade, Alucard gained a piece of his memory back about his Uchiha lineage, the whole reason why he had set out in the first place, to find his brother Myoken. He had lost his way, whatever happened to his innocent claim to brotherhood? His peaceful mind that didn't sing of chaos and discord? Yosamu wept that night in the empty dojo, he wept for the one soul that he would miss, the humanity he had lost.
Chapter VII: Advent of a Strange World.
By the time Yosamu returned to the Ninja World much had transgressed, the Land of Wind was no longer held by Albel, Konoha no longer by Hashirama, and the world he had left behind had suddenly grown and blossomed. Yet he embraced it, through meditation he learned to control his inner fury, and he attempted to understand the bountiful notions that had sprouted in his absence. But with no avail, Nocturne rode his consciousness like the plague through a tattered town. It was impossible to keep sane, with such a great and ancient evil inside your mind. She had him plow through villages, towns, settlements, farms, everything. All in the glory of her name. Once again, he threatened to plunge into darkness. But holding on to the Yasutsuna, and all that he remembers of himself he fled to the Land of Mountains, to live in solace from the world, to protect the world. She tormented him, forced him to return to the populated lands, but he held his grounds among the caves and wilderness. Before long, he could no longer hear her piercing voice in his head. It appeared she had given up.
The desolate Land of Mountains.
But he stayed there a few more years, knowing how crafty the fiend could be. But she never returned. Astonished as well as disappointed, the force that had plagued him yet kept him alive was no more, he was suddenly naked. He pushed on, through the mountains and came back the old world once again, but ever wary of her return. During his time truly alone and locked away from the world Yosmau forged yet another blade, to instill the darkness that was within his soul, the Crissaegrim, which means "Blessed Wind", and also a mountain range, based on his time in the treacherous valleys. This way, with both the Crissaegrim and the Yasutsuna, Yosamu was able to cling to his past self as well as embrace the terror he had become. This gave him a split personality, arguable a form of dementia due to so many years of solace, without hearing or seeing another human being and alone with one's thoughts.
By the time Yosamu sourced the courage and strength to venture out on his own again he was merely a husk of his former self, having feeding on rats and birds of the valleys he was weakened and severely malnourished. Nevertheless he pressed on, defiant of asking Nocturne for help. Even when the buzzards circled over his head threaten to start their feast even before he died. His crimson eyes remained strong and so did his will power. Before long he wandered into a strange village, one that he hadn't known even before he fled the Ninja World. This village was the peculiar Kirigakure.
Yosamu, weakened and severely malnourished.
Chapter IIX: The Bloody Mist, Kirigakure no Sato.
Upon discovering the village hidden within the mist Yosamu was promptly met by the village borderland guards Hana and Yusei. They threatened to end him there for trespassing, but upon looking into his eyes they saw that there was nothing more he would welcome with open arms than a true death. His sorrow and ill fortune evident on his face and body they took him into Kirigakure, although wary of the exquisitely forged blades he held.
Kirigakure no Sato, a new home.
The Mizukage, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne saw the potential he held as not just a warrior but an Uchiha. One especially molded in such darkness his abilities would be surely useful for the village's military status. However, Yosamu agreed to join the village under one condition, should a time come when his services were no longer needed Diarmund himself was to grant him a beautiful death. And of course, Dairmund agreed and so began his nursing back to health as well as a continuation in his training, which he promptly completed. He later met the other members such as Tobirama, Regent, Mangetsu, Annabel, Talos, Crowley, Kakuzu, and Kara. The other members he either didn't take the time to notice or was unable to appreciate. This was because his social skills had plummeted due to his prolonged years of solidarity, neither does he yearn to be friendly again. Because if he should be possessed by Nocturne again that would just be more heart ache in the aftermath. His bloody and feral past he kept a secret from this, based on this fear alone. As such he was deemed a shadowy figure only appearing about when he's needed and always conversing with his beloved bats.
However, on one of the few nights Yosamu managed to gain the mercy of sleep he had a dream about a lone woman, lost in the chaos of infinite darkness. She was scared, and fearful in her steps as she ran in every direction, desperate to escape her prison. Then, from the darkness a great beast emerged easily towering over here in size, its breath blowing her hair from her face. She stared defiantly into its blank, white eyes, even with the rest of its body hidden in darkness. For what seemed hours they both stared into each other's souls, while Yosamu being somewhere off in the distance stared intently.
Then suddenly, the beast gobbled her up, before she could even muster as much as a scream she was ended. Her radiant white light ousted and replaced by the crimson essence that ran through her veins. The beast made sure every last bit of her was finished as it sat there and finished its meal. Then suddenly, and impossibly fast, its head snapped in Yosamu's direction, its white eyes two dots in the blackness. And for the first time in years, he felt what absolute fear was like again. The creature tumbled towards him, knocking unseen obstacles out the way while he felt his body restricted, unable to flee this terrifying monster. As it rared over him as it did the woman its breath stank of rotten meat and blood. Its voice pierced his skull, it was a voice all too familiar. The pitch, the condescending tone, the ancient articulation, it was Nocturne in her true form.
"Did you really think I'd leave you alone, Dracul?" She breathed, her breath running down his very spine.
He was lost for words, shock had him speechless. To that she simply opened her jaws wide, easily blocking all he could see, feel, and hear. And she swallowed him. As he tumbled into nowhere he heard her voice in his head, "there is no escape from me...none whatsoever..."
"There is no escape from me.;;"
Chapter IX: ...
From Sunagakure, after hearing word his brother had long left the village Yosamu turned to the next established nation, Amegakure, the village hidden in rain. A very stranger hostile place, he experienced the solitary life yet again. But not for long, soon the Amekage grew to recognize him not just for his special blood line but for what he held in his heart, utmost loyalty and devotion. A slow initiation ensued, he earned a few comrades but midst it all, his brother was still nowhere to be found. Desperate for clues Yosamu had ventured to the Ancarth Islands in search the most powerful sensory shinobi in the world, seeking help to track his kin. On his stay there he saw the ill treatment of a nation. And being the defender of the weak person he was he was inclined to change that. Of course the previous Lord didn't like the idea of an outsider breeding hope for his distraught subjects.
Denovir then arranged, a meeting with the young Uchiha. To discuss ways he could help the nation, with his ideas. But it was in fact an ambush, set to destroy the teen before he could reach Whiterun, where the Lord resides. But what he and his men didn't know was that Yosamu was very in tune with his clan's technique and soon discovered the men, waiting in nearby bushes. It was a quick and fiery death for them along the lonely dusty road, with his eyes, his blade, and his mastery of Futon Yosamu laid waste to all 56 men in no time. Only a few died however, Yosamu then used the ocular skills of his Sharingan to hypnotize the rest and have them carry one of their own comrades into Whiterun under the premise that it was in fact the young shinobi, obliviously slaughtered on the road. -insert name here- was pleased with his success, and even ordered a public burning of the body in the town square, where he bragged of his power, influence and wit. Unaware that it wasn't truly him, the Lord toasted with his harlots and threw ryo coins at the poverty ridden onlookers.
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"This isn't the end..."
By this time Yosamu had already removed his impostor gear and had positioned himself behind the mad Lord. The onlookers, and the harem that stood around Denovir didn't even protested, they kept their mouths shut. Even when he channeled Raiton into his blade and walked ever so slowly, and deliberately towards the man they remained motionless- like statues, bracing for the life changing moment to happen. And so it did. Just as he took a swig of yet another jar of sake Yosamu's blade eased its way through his back, to exit at his sternum, its finish stained by the corrupt blood. But as he was merciless, so was he merciful, the numbing of the Raiton took the pain away, and looking into the eyes of his successor Denovir slowly left this world, wondering where the pain was and what was this feeling gripping his entire body.
As Yosamu removed the blade he whispered to the man he once hated; "This isn't the end Enryn, this is only another bridge you have to cross." With that the man's huge body tumbled to the wooden platform then rolled off into the gasping crowd. By the time the Kings' Guard soldiers arrived Yosamu hadn't even moved. Instead he stared at the people present, into their very souls. They didn't protest, instead one by one they each folded at the knee and bowed to him. The reign of a tyrant was over, and it was all thanks to him.
Chapter VI: The Descent to Darkness, A Tragic Hero.
Many years had passed, the blood and toil of battle had taken its toll on the once young Yosamu. Tattered and wary, he would still insist on protecting his people wave after wave. Eventually he was maimed on the battlefield and left at the mercy of a barbarian. Helpless and afraid, Yosamu pleaded for his life but it wasn't to be heard by his cruel victor. His voice was heard though, by the great Sage Bat named Nocturne. She was said to be one of the primordial beings to inhabit the land, long before mankind, her wisdom and age yet to be matched by anything living or dead. She heard his pledge for power in exchange for his soul, and she answered. Immediately a darkness rolled across the land so thick and great it held physical substance, seeing his enemies wriggling about in this infinite nothingness until they were strangled where they stood. Yosamu, unaffected by this sinister darkness, stood up to experience an epiphany as the Bat Sage made her appearance known to him. Her chakra was unimaginably dense, and her voice seemed to ring through his very bones shaking his essence.
"Please...give me....the power to protect...." Yosamu helplessly breathed.
"Oh? A moment ago it was victory, whatever happened to that?" Her voiced obviously mocked him.
"My life is worth more than winning.." He whispered as he fell to his knees
"Then I'll give you both! After this pact you will lose all you love, all you've cared about. The people who once looked up to you with inspiration will now look down with disdain. All that you own...is now mine... and you'll be re-birthed a new child... as Dracula the Fiend!"
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Nocturne makes her presence known.
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Reborn as Dracula.
With an insatiable thirst for death and destruction 'Dracula' wandered his own lands, the ones he swore to protect but instead of lonely vigil he slaughtered and destroyed all he came across- man, woman and child alike. This went for years, he was named the Butcher of Ancarth, and was often debated as man or beast among the scholars. What they didn't know was that he was both. Finally, at a crossroad with himself Yosamu encountered his old Kenjutsu mentor, Enji who recognized him right away. Called him "Yosamu" and claimed to have known him in his younger days. Foolish old man. Alucard slaughtered him too and placed his head atop the tallest tower, how dare he claim to be of acquaintance, a mere mortal like him. But his blade, Itsuki, which was given to him by the Uchiha officials before he left Konoha which was also named after his father, was laid down ever so gracefully inside the blood splattered dojo. It was as if Enji was waiting for him to return. He took the blade, and melted it, destroying the prideful Uchiha symbol and dragon engraved finish to forge his own blade from its tempered steel; the Doujikiri Yasutsuna. Through melting this blade, Alucard gained a piece of his memory back about his Uchiha lineage, the whole reason why he had set out in the first place, to find his brother Myoken. He had lost his way, whatever happened to his innocent claim to brotherhood? His peaceful mind that didn't sing of chaos and discord? Yosamu wept that night in the empty dojo, he wept for the one soul that he would miss, the humanity he had lost.
By the time Yosamu returned to the Ninja World much had transgressed, the Land of Wind was no longer held by Albel, Konoha no longer by Hashirama, and the world he had left behind had suddenly grown and blossomed. Yet he embraced it, through meditation he learned to control his inner fury, and he attempted to understand the bountiful notions that had sprouted in his absence. But with no avail, Nocturne rode his consciousness like the plague through a tattered town. It was impossible to keep sane, with such a great and ancient evil inside your mind. She had him plow through villages, towns, settlements, farms, everything. All in the glory of her name. Once again, he threatened to plunge into darkness. But holding on to the Yasutsuna, and all that he remembers of himself he fled to the Land of Mountains, to live in solace from the world, to protect the world. She tormented him, forced him to return to the populated lands, but he held his grounds among the caves and wilderness. Before long, he could no longer hear her piercing voice in his head. It appeared she had given up.
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The desolate Land of Mountains.
By the time Yosamu sourced the courage and strength to venture out on his own again he was merely a husk of his former self, having feeding on rats and birds of the valleys he was weakened and severely malnourished. Nevertheless he pressed on, defiant of asking Nocturne for help. Even when the buzzards circled over his head threaten to start their feast even before he died. His crimson eyes remained strong and so did his will power. Before long he wandered into a strange village, one that he hadn't known even before he fled the Ninja World. This village was the peculiar Kirigakure.
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Yosamu, weakened and severely malnourished.
Upon discovering the village hidden within the mist Yosamu was promptly met by the village borderland guards Hana and Yusei. They threatened to end him there for trespassing, but upon looking into his eyes they saw that there was nothing more he would welcome with open arms than a true death. His sorrow and ill fortune evident on his face and body they took him into Kirigakure, although wary of the exquisitely forged blades he held.
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Kirigakure no Sato, a new home.
The Mizukage, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne saw the potential he held as not just a warrior but an Uchiha. One especially molded in such darkness his abilities would be surely useful for the village's military status. However, Yosamu agreed to join the village under one condition, should a time come when his services were no longer needed Diarmund himself was to grant him a beautiful death. And of course, Dairmund agreed and so began his nursing back to health as well as a continuation in his training, which he promptly completed. He later met the other members such as Tobirama, Regent, Mangetsu, Annabel, Talos, Crowley, Kakuzu, and Kara. The other members he either didn't take the time to notice or was unable to appreciate. This was because his social skills had plummeted due to his prolonged years of solidarity, neither does he yearn to be friendly again. Because if he should be possessed by Nocturne again that would just be more heart ache in the aftermath. His bloody and feral past he kept a secret from this, based on this fear alone. As such he was deemed a shadowy figure only appearing about when he's needed and always conversing with his beloved bats.
However, on one of the few nights Yosamu managed to gain the mercy of sleep he had a dream about a lone woman, lost in the chaos of infinite darkness. She was scared, and fearful in her steps as she ran in every direction, desperate to escape her prison. Then, from the darkness a great beast emerged easily towering over here in size, its breath blowing her hair from her face. She stared defiantly into its blank, white eyes, even with the rest of its body hidden in darkness. For what seemed hours they both stared into each other's souls, while Yosamu being somewhere off in the distance stared intently.
Then suddenly, the beast gobbled her up, before she could even muster as much as a scream she was ended. Her radiant white light ousted and replaced by the crimson essence that ran through her veins. The beast made sure every last bit of her was finished as it sat there and finished its meal. Then suddenly, and impossibly fast, its head snapped in Yosamu's direction, its white eyes two dots in the blackness. And for the first time in years, he felt what absolute fear was like again. The creature tumbled towards him, knocking unseen obstacles out the way while he felt his body restricted, unable to flee this terrifying monster. As it rared over him as it did the woman its breath stank of rotten meat and blood. Its voice pierced his skull, it was a voice all too familiar. The pitch, the condescending tone, the ancient articulation, it was Nocturne in her true form.
"Did you really think I'd leave you alone, Dracul?" She breathed, her breath running down his very spine.
He was lost for words, shock had him speechless. To that she simply opened her jaws wide, easily blocking all he could see, feel, and hear. And she swallowed him. As he tumbled into nowhere he heard her voice in his head, "there is no escape from me...none whatsoever..."
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"There is no escape from me.;;"
In that same manner, another possession ensued, Yosamu watched with horror as his body rampaged through the village looking to murder. But to his surprise- and relief, his 'friends' were there to drive the evil from his body. Luckily Nocturne was drive out before he could do any damage. He reluctantly told them of his curse and how the ancient evil plagued him night after night, eventually they developed a technique that would stop him from dreaming. This would prevent Nocturne from entering his subconscious, this also meant he could no longer enjoy his favorite dimension, the realm of his mind. But he didn't protest, it was a sacrifice he was more than ready to make. He would have given anything if it meant getting rid of his eternal pursuer.
Chapter IX: ...
能力|OTHER
Doujikiri Yasutsuna | 童子切 ヤスツナ:
A blade that holds all Yosamu dreads, the carnage and destruction locked away in its curved katana finish. This blade is used to deal merciless blows without a conscience. It was forged from the hard igneous rocks of the mountains and valleys in which Yosamu spent approximately 3 years to make, its blue tint was a result of precious earth minerals being melted and pounded into shape.
The Crissaegrim | Blessed Wind | 恵まれた風:
The blade that he exalts, his innocence stored within this blade forged from the molten metal of his prized weapon, the Uchihagatana named Itsuki. Many a shinobi have tasted the fury of this blade, but all on the count purification, he believes he sends his victims to a better place, a higher place free of suffering and the stress of mortal coil.
(写輪眼) The Sharingan
Is the Dōjutsu Kekkei Genkai of the Uchiha clan that appears selectively among its members. Derived from Kaguya Ōtsutsuki's Rinne Sharingan, its own individual form first manifested in her grandson Indra Ōtsutsuki, the ancestor of the Uchiha clan. It later became regarded as one of the Three Great Dōjutsu (三大瞳術, San Daidōjutsu, Literally meaning: Three Great Eye Techniques), along with the Byakugan and the Rinnegan.
A blade that holds all Yosamu dreads, the carnage and destruction locked away in its curved katana finish. This blade is used to deal merciless blows without a conscience. It was forged from the hard igneous rocks of the mountains and valleys in which Yosamu spent approximately 3 years to make, its blue tint was a result of precious earth minerals being melted and pounded into shape.
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The Crissaegrim | Blessed Wind | 恵まれた風:
The blade that he exalts, his innocence stored within this blade forged from the molten metal of his prized weapon, the Uchihagatana named Itsuki. Many a shinobi have tasted the fury of this blade, but all on the count purification, he believes he sends his victims to a better place, a higher place free of suffering and the stress of mortal coil.
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(写輪眼) The Sharingan
Is the Dōjutsu Kekkei Genkai of the Uchiha clan that appears selectively among its members. Derived from Kaguya Ōtsutsuki's Rinne Sharingan, its own individual form first manifested in her grandson Indra Ōtsutsuki, the ancestor of the Uchiha clan. It later became regarded as one of the Three Great Dōjutsu (三大瞳術, San Daidōjutsu, Literally meaning: Three Great Eye Techniques), along with the Byakugan and the Rinnegan.
(風-火遁) The Wind & Fire Elements
Yosamu, despite being an Uchiha held a primary specialty over WInd release allowing him all the techniques with a single hand seal, his second specialty is Katon as with the bloodline of his clan and he is able to perform techniques of this release with faster hand seals.
(剣術) Kenjutsu
Having mastered Kenjutsu and practiced it much, Yosamu is capable of excellent freeform kenjutsu and impressive sword control. He is even able to blindfold himself during training and eliminate moving targets. His swordsmanship is to be reckoned with.
(体術) Taijutsu
Having mastered the art of stealth as a fiend in the night Yosamu also learned to master his body, to always be in control. As such he became faster than the average, and was more deadly in hand to hand combat. His victims often times couldn't even see it coming.
(毒兵器) Venomous Weaponry
After fighting along side his trusty spiders Yosamu had learned to harness their venom to place on his bladed tools. As a result all of Yosamu's kunai are laced with a cocktail of neurotic and necrotic venom which can leave disastrous effects to opponents so much as grazed by these weapons.
(剣術) Kenjutsu
Having mastered Kenjutsu and practiced it much, Yosamu is capable of excellent freeform kenjutsu and impressive sword control. He is even able to blindfold himself during training and eliminate moving targets. His swordsmanship is to be reckoned with.
(体術) Taijutsu
Having mastered the art of stealth as a fiend in the night Yosamu also learned to master his body, to always be in control. As such he became faster than the average, and was more deadly in hand to hand combat. His victims often times couldn't even see it coming.
(毒兵器) Venomous Weaponry
After fighting along side his trusty spiders Yosamu had learned to harness their venom to place on his bladed tools. As a result all of Yosamu's kunai are laced with a cocktail of neurotic and necrotic venom which can leave disastrous effects to opponents so much as grazed by these weapons.
Type: Supplementary/Offensive
Rank: D
Range: N/A
Chakra cost: N/A
Damage: N/A
Description: Similar to the concept of Malice Bombs, shinobi of the Spider contract have learned to harness the powerful venom of some of the most dangerous spiders in their arsenal. The venom, once gained, is then applied to the ninjas' weapons to offer much more lethal potential beyond sharp blades and blunt edges. Unlike Malice Bombs, the venom isn't specified (neither Necrotic or Neurotic) and is a cocktail of both variants. Also, the venom isn't vaporized but is kept in liquid form but dried when placed on the weaponry. This way the venom can stay discreet and catch the opponent by surprise should he be as much as grazed by said weapon(s). However, to coat so many weapons in venom it looses its toxicity as it is 'stretched' among so many tools. Instead of grim and immediate effects like that of Malice Bombs the effects of the venomous weaponry are much more mild, but when applied in large amounts can prove their destructive power. For an opponent grazed, slashed, or stabbed by the weaponry he/she will lose feeling in said limb area affected. They will still be able to move it and have it function on their behalf, but sensation would be lost as well as the spider venom settling in their system. One graze is mild and will probably go unnoticed. Each time the opponent is afflicted with these venomous weapons it equals to a D ranked attack, and it stacks each time they get exposed to the weapons so a second occasion will turn the D ranked affliction into a C ranked affliction. Then on the next exposure it turns to a weak B ranked, then a full fledged B ranked. If the opponent manages the venom to be stacked to that of a full S ranked technique they will die as the venom builds up in the their system over time. So in total it takes sixteen strikes from a venomous weapon to kill the opponent (x16 D ranks= 1 S rank) and this can come in the form of slashes, stabs, and cuts as mentioned before, below is a small table of ranks and accompanying afflictions:
D Rank= No noticeable affliction
C Rank= Slowed reaction and cognitive actions
B Rank = Blurred vision, slightly slurred speech
A Rank= Involuntary coughing, bleeding from eyes, nose, mouth and ears
S Rank= At the end of the turn victim dies
Note(s):
- Can only be applied to weapons with blades such as kunai, swords, shurikens
- Bios with this ability must specify which type of weapon is being used as venomous, meaning one can't have venomous shurikens and a venomous sword
- Must have signed the Spider contract
Rank: D
Range: N/A
Chakra cost: N/A
Damage: N/A
Description: Similar to the concept of Malice Bombs, shinobi of the Spider contract have learned to harness the powerful venom of some of the most dangerous spiders in their arsenal. The venom, once gained, is then applied to the ninjas' weapons to offer much more lethal potential beyond sharp blades and blunt edges. Unlike Malice Bombs, the venom isn't specified (neither Necrotic or Neurotic) and is a cocktail of both variants. Also, the venom isn't vaporized but is kept in liquid form but dried when placed on the weaponry. This way the venom can stay discreet and catch the opponent by surprise should he be as much as grazed by said weapon(s). However, to coat so many weapons in venom it looses its toxicity as it is 'stretched' among so many tools. Instead of grim and immediate effects like that of Malice Bombs the effects of the venomous weaponry are much more mild, but when applied in large amounts can prove their destructive power. For an opponent grazed, slashed, or stabbed by the weaponry he/she will lose feeling in said limb area affected. They will still be able to move it and have it function on their behalf, but sensation would be lost as well as the spider venom settling in their system. One graze is mild and will probably go unnoticed. Each time the opponent is afflicted with these venomous weapons it equals to a D ranked attack, and it stacks each time they get exposed to the weapons so a second occasion will turn the D ranked affliction into a C ranked affliction. Then on the next exposure it turns to a weak B ranked, then a full fledged B ranked. If the opponent manages the venom to be stacked to that of a full S ranked technique they will die as the venom builds up in the their system over time. So in total it takes sixteen strikes from a venomous weapon to kill the opponent (x16 D ranks= 1 S rank) and this can come in the form of slashes, stabs, and cuts as mentioned before, below is a small table of ranks and accompanying afflictions:
D Rank= No noticeable affliction
C Rank= Slowed reaction and cognitive actions
B Rank = Blurred vision, slightly slurred speech
A Rank= Involuntary coughing, bleeding from eyes, nose, mouth and ears
S Rank= At the end of the turn victim dies
Note(s):
- Can only be applied to weapons with blades such as kunai, swords, shurikens
- Bios with this ability must specify which type of weapon is being used as venomous, meaning one can't have venomous shurikens and a venomous sword
- Must have signed the Spider contract
主題歌 |THEME SONG AND BACKGROUND MUSIC
[video=youtube;b1KdWt9-GsE]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1KdWt9-GsE[/video]
戦い |BATTLES
Yosamu vs Liliana |
Yosamu vs Alexander | Pending
Yosamu vs Kotaro |
Yosamu vs Saito |
Yosamu vs Urek |
Yosamu vs Tobirama |
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Yosamu vs Alexander | Pending
Yosamu vs Kotaro |
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Yosamu vs Saito |
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Yosamu vs Urek |
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Yosamu vs Tobirama |
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