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WELCOME TO BOTM #1: NARUTO
Welcome to the Bio of the Month (BotM)! This is a forum contest made for the purpose of showcasing how well a member can produce a unique character biography (bio). Generally speaking, these are akin to character info pages found on various wikias or even AnimeBase's own RP bios. These should include basic character info as outlined below, in addition to a custom-made character backstory that details their life. With regards to the criteria used to judge these bios, there are four things to consider:

Rules:
  • Entries are not be plagiarized. Character selections cannot be canon and will be on a first-come-first-serve basis
  • Entries are free to be edited until the deadline
  • Entries are also to abide by the global rules
  • Participants are expected to maintain ample sportsmanship

This month's storyboard elements:
  • Participation in a
  • Participation in a Shinobi World War -- I, II, , or
  • Awakening of a or
  • Surviving in the
NOTE: One or more of the above elements must be used; however, other content is welcome too.

Criteria for judging:

01. Does the bio match the theme? ......................... (0 to 5)

02. How is the quality of the written portion? ........ (0 to 5)

03. How is the quality of the images used? ............ (1 to 3)

04. How is the overall format (BBCode)? .............. (0 to 1)​
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[B][U]Bio Information[/U][/B]

Name:
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Gender:
Age:

Personality:

[B][U]Bio History[/U][/B]
All entries are to be posted in this thread.​
Entries are due by February 15, 2019 and none will be checked until the deadline passes. Contact @Pekoms for any questions.​
 
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" ...they're calling me, 'Red-eyed Demon'. It hurts, it's like I don't have a heart, I feel pain too! "


Biography Information of Ikiru
Name: Ryiku Uchiha
Nickname: Shinobi Defender
Gender: Male
Age: 22

Personality: At times, Ryiku can seem quite open, more than willing to approach people and always confident in his own words and abilities. By his own admission, he is an introvert who doesn't like being seen/ looked at and who wants to stick to the background. He can be very critical of others, dismissing their personal desires and outlining all the flaws he perceives them to be made. To those he feels are deserving, he is nothing but polite, regarding them with deference, using the appropriate honorific, and chastising those who don't do the same. He can be cruel, preying on sensitive topics in order to rile someone up and punctuating his comments with sarcasm. Other times he is kind, putting himself at risk and being helpful for no immediate benefit to himself. Being as an Uchiha, he inhabited the features that made him, very highly perceptive, cunning, and analytical. He keeps contact with people to an absolute minimum and maintains his strong sense of Uchiha pride. He is willing to help anyone if their problems are beyond their expertise, but ignores their requests if facing insignificant issues. He acts independently to even not bother to interacting with anyone.

The History

Son of a Tensei Uchiha, an extraordinary general in the second shinobi war, Ryiku Uchiha. Born in the outbacks of the fire nation, in deep forest camps. Ryiku as the only child grew around a community that basically acted in as his family. Raised by the village, he grew to not know his father until later on in his teens. During his early childhood, he was a skilled shinobi taking after his mother and father. Additionally, Ryiku was profound in kunai and fire style jutsu releases. Likewise, he was quickly given knowledge of the present world. In the current time, most people never grew to their thirties. The Warring Era always challenged the livelihood of every person, no matter how old. Of course, through many missions he went on, he started to grasp the complexity of the Senju and Uchiha relationship.
The Dawning Night | It was a cold night with bare warmth that only came from their bodies, soil and rocks they leaned upon. Similarly, no matter the problems that they had and differences on a personal level with each other, the four worked in coherence. Moreover Ryiku, Kash, Ruimaru, and Watazi for if it was during a peaceful time, these four would’ve never been in each other’s accompany. Held tight by their clan’s blood, they’d move in unison and never waiver the notion of complaining about each over’s aversions and admirations. Therefore, none knew they’d grow to feel a kinship that even friendship wouldn’t compare.

Moving as a team Ryiku would hear a sound in the dark night, with only the moon as the night source. He’d reach to grab his Kunai quick signaling for his team to be alert, watching each other’s back as they placed themselves against each other. From the darkness three adult Shinobi would appear upon them, looking to each other as they knew this night was it. Death was so near to point each could small a flower a few meters on the ground. In fact, with each part of their senses so alert small actions like a frog leaping on a lily away on a pond would trigger movement. Ryiku focused on the enemy in front of them, the three Senji looked to them in anger and hate. Hatred so intense it could be sensed miles away. Two adult Senju females and a single Senju man, ready to fight four young 11yrd old Uchihas. Ryiku smelling Kash piss himself in fear for his life and to his other side Watazi tearing up. As seconds felted like hours each one clanged tight with their Kunais at the ready.

The clash would begin in a fraction of a second as the blonde Senju female with a huge shuriken on her back and her teammate with red hair and two swords on her back also moved in to attack. While the man begun waving handseals to mold chakra, with his black straight hair, in a ponytail of sorts. Ryiku frozen as his body couldn’t move watching as Ruimaru moved in to protect him, and quickly with his sharingan he chased the red woman as Ryiku simply watched Kash get slashed down by the red haired woman before she was chased into the woods. Unable to move as his body wouldn’t react simply due to his own panic shock. Kash sobbing in fear as he crawled to Ryiku only to be impaled by the tall blonde haired female. Watching them die, still unable move or speak, in essence Ryiku would only watch and cry in fear as he stayed frozen in place. Watazi diving to save Ryiku taking kunais to his back, likewise as he released a huge blue fireball that singed the Senju man in an powerful explosion before getting beheaded by the blonde female.
Unable to move still as he prayed to move. Watching as the blonde female looked to him tired from the fighting, looking to him as she spoke. The words unable to reach him as he closed eyes trembling to move, holding a kunai so tight his hands were bleeding. With a sharp pain to his gut as she paled him with his katana, suddenly the world that was frozen become alive. Ordinarily what was supposed to kill him rather gave him life. A trigger of emotions racing through his body, a whole powerful jolt of loathing against himself. Battle shout that alarmed the woman who was quick to try and escape from him as a massive spiritual arm grasped her in mid-flight. In shock as she looked to his eyes seeing something beyond fear. Eyes that were not necessarily seeing in-front of them, in any event Ryiku was in another mind state. Living a day dream, so to conclude, all things considered he quickly squeezed the life out of his opponent fast. All in all, Ryiku had awakened his first highest stage of the Sharingan the Mangekyou Sharingan.
On the whole estate of climax, dropping to the ground as he figured he was going to die. Laying on the ground as he slowly wasted away, a shinobi figure would come from the woods to whom Ryiku accepted his fate as he closed his eyes. On a morning, with birds chirping away on the outside. In like manner, he’d gained his strength and with enough will to manpower himself out of bed he’d head out see where he was. Looking to see Uchiha’s with some Senju who were applying some sort of jutsu that he’d never seen before upon another Uchiha. Looking to another Uchiha to explain, they’d quickly give him the ran down that the warring era had come to an end. In fact, Senju and Uchiha were going to join forces, such phrases that Ryiku wouldn’t believe. Cursing himself as he thought about his failed mission which his clan had rather considered a success. In the light of all this, it was Ryiku’s fault that his team died, asking about Ruimaru whereabouts in hopes that at least another was alive. Only to learn that on the whole time he was away he’d went on a suicide fight that resulted in both him and his opponent dying.

Endless Darkness | Mangekyou Sharingan a picking corner stone that only a handful Uchihas would ever see to attain. As shown above, Ryiku having such power in his hands, he was put in charge of a multitude of Uchiha operations at the age of 16, with four years of remediating him into the new system of peace. Learning of a great Senju who had the power to rival even the great demon beasts of the world, such power that even his Mangekyou Sharingan was simply a slap in a fight of blades and Kunais if he’d ever thought up to challenge that Senju. Adopting the new life was something that he’d loved and rather started to grow on him. Only soon to end as the first Shinobi war started, now at the age of 36 with a family of 3. Ryiku was requested to help the village win the war, known for his MS which was quite rare. He became a platoon commander, leading small missions as he protect Senju and Uchihas alike. On his way back from mission, his team his attacked by an earth shinobi who flew in the air. A fight that was unlike anything he’d ever seen, Ryiku was bested and defeated. On accounts that came back from his surviving team members, all 89 shinobi returned home as they had come, except for one, the Uchiha's Great Shinobi Defender.

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"Who am I? Someone that's afraid to let go."

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Información 〷


Name: Jahseh Onfroy
Nickname: X | Jah | Xiller
Gender: Male
Age: 20


“Being alone really makes you realize all you got is yourself.”

Personality: Jahseh is a complex and calculated individual who can't really be described in words. He contains many different sides and is very sharp and wise for his young age. To those around him, he tries to spread a message of positivity, although he wasn't always the savant zen type his whole life, keeping locked away a dark past. However, many would describe him now as a passionate and understanding individual that had a loving heart.

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History:

BAD!
Jahseh was born in the Land of Fire's Village Hidden in the Leaf as one of four siblings. Life growing up was hard. Jahseh's father was mostly imprisoned for crimes he committed during the Second Shinobi World War. This meant his mother was stuck with the burden of raising her kids alone, constantly moving from home to home. Eventually, she was financially unable to provide for them all or at times was simply disinterested in raising him. However, their bond in Jahseh's eyes was very strong and when she was in the picture, she would shower him with gifts, and when she wasn't a dark depression would eat away at him. When Jahseh was six years old, he stumbled upon his mother being assaulted by an unknown man. Rushing to his mother's aid, Jahseh stabbed the man with a piece of glass shard that had broken in the violence. The blow fatally wounding the man as it struck him near a major artery. His mother still in shock noticed her son's eyes had awakened the father's kekkai genkai, the Byakugan, something she kept hidden when the authorities came to investigate. Eventually realizing the situation, his mother would send Jahseh to be looked after by his grandmother who lived in a remote village in the Land of Lightning.


His interest in becoming a ninja started when his aunt persuaded him to enter the academy. At the academy, Jahseh had trouble making friends despite his top marks. He was regarded as a misfit and was expelled numerous times from the academy for getting into altercations with other students. Constantly in trouble for his behavior, Jahseh was never able to graduate the academy and move onto becoming an actual ninja. Instead, he would drop out and took what he learned and began to teach himself how to manipulate his chakra for ninjutsu. Having taught himself to use Ninjutsu, there was still much for Jahseh to learn and he left the village to seek his destiny. The young man would soon be caught in the clutches of Orochimaru, the newly established Hidden Sound Village was in the process of rounding up ninja from everywhere to participate in Orochimaru's experiments. Jahseh being a descendant of the Hyuga caught the eye of Orochimaru and realizing the boy's potential trained him as one of the first shinobi of the Hidden Sound setting him free to see how he would develop. Though never trained in his clan's ways, Jahseh's ocular powers allowed him to collect many additional subjects, much to Orochimaru's pleasure. Orochimaru gave the boy a portion of his power, having finished developing the cursed seal's formula, he decided to use the boy as his lab rat one last time.

SAD!
Several years later, Jahseh was very wizened from his travels through the world and being an agent of Orochimaru. His bloodline limit gave him an amazing ability to manipulate chakra and the ability was able to mold him into an outstanding shinobi. Soon his enemies began referring to him as Xiller. With his Byakugan and Cursed Seal he was able to overcome many obstacles. However, his past began catching up to him in ways he couldn't imagine, the cursed seal gave him power but at a cost. Jahseh began to struggle with mental illness from his traumatic childhood, brought on by the residual effects of the cursed seal eating away at his psyche. He began seeing a woman and soon he would become violently abusive towards her, even though she was pregnant with his child. His struggles would only continue further as he began to see himself spiraling towards the life of rouge ninja much like his father. He knew he would eventually be hunted down for his crimes and incarcerated if he continued the path of violence. He began to wonder what his life could be like and his what his true meaning in life was. Upon coming to the realization he was going to be a father, Jahseh began to embrace a life of non-violence, hoping to use his words to ease people's suffering much like he did when he was young but he had already gained many enemies. He wouldn't let that deter him from trying to make a difference in people's lives however. Slowly his image in the world began to change, people no longer feared the once ruthless Xiller. He instead began to amass a powerful following and people began to see the light that was shining from the once dark soul. But, all stories don't have happy endings. The consequences for his actions began catching up with him at the peak of his journey. Jahseh was murdered after being hunted down by the Leaf Village's ANBU assassins. The Hyuga elders had learned of a person who possessed the Byakugan, fearing that the clan's secrets would be revealed they appealed to Danzo and his team of Root Operatives. The stubborn Hiruzen couldn't be trusted to matters like this, and so they confided in Danzo thinking he would be the only one willing to take their plea seriously. Jahseh father's identity was finally revealed during the encounter. His father was a branch member of the Hyuga clan, and had gone against the village by having children outside the clan. This made it hard for those in the main branch to track down and place the Hyuga's seal upon his children which would erase all the secrets of the Bykaugan from their body when they died. Danzo went to the one man, he knew he could get information from, as he worked from the shadows with Orochimaru for a long time and knew all about Hyuga Jahseh. Jahseh was too late to realize that the curse mark that once gave him power was beginning to reject him realizing something had changed within himself that made him become incompatible with Orochimaru's own evil chakra. In his final moments, he realized this was something inevitable and knowing his son would one day be able to be proud of who his father was.

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Ask not the sun why she sets
Why she shrouds her light away
Or why she hides her glowing gaze
When night turns crimson gold to grey

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N A M E : Diana
N I C K N A M E : Scorn of the Moon, Celestial Aspect of the Moon
G E N D E R : Female
A G E : 27
P E R S O N A L I T Y :
Diana is a very strict person, often criticizing the bad behavior and habits of the other clan members, causing most of them to apologize, fearing that they might invoke her wrath. She is also very impatient, disliking people who don't answer her questions quickly enough. This, coupled with her own tragic childhood, caused many of her clanmates to avoid her due to her social awkwardness. However, she has a great sense of justice and pride in being a member of her clan.
Diana describes herself as someone who was always crying, since she wasn't able to protect those dear to her. Also, Diana has stated that she feels uncomfortable and insecure when she's not wearing armor.
Despite her reserved personality and mostly dressing in her conservative standard battle armor, Diana has been shown to have very little modesty and an unusual view on the concept in general. Many of her armors are skimpy, revealing and feminine, and when out of armor she has an affinity for sexy and revealing clothing.

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For silent falls the guilty sun

As day to dark does turn

One simple truth she dare not speak:

Her light can only blind and burn
Cruel moon, bring the end

The dawn will never rise again.

H I S T O R Y :
Diana was born as her mother and father sheltered from a storm on the unforgiving slopes of Mount Targon. They had travelled from a distant land, drawn by dreams of a mountain they had never seen and the promise of revelation. Exhaustion and blinding stormwinds overwhelmed them on the eastern slopes of the mountain, and there, beneath cold, pitiless moonlight, Diana came into the world as her mother breathed her last.
Hunters from the nearby Solari Temple found her the next day as the storm abated and the sun reached its zenith, wrapped in bearskin and cradled in the arms of her dead father. They brought her to the temple, where the foundling child was presented to the sun and named Diana. The girl with the sable hair was raised as one of the Solari, a faith that dominated the lands around Mount Targon. Diana became an initiate, and was raised to venerate the sun in all its aspects. She learned the legends of the sun and trained every day with the Ra-Horak, the warrior templars of the Solari.
The Solari elders taught that all life came from the sun, and that the light of the moon was false, offering no nourishment and crafting shadows in which only creatures of darkness found succor. Yet Diana found moonlight entrancing and beautiful in a way the harsh sun glaring down the mountain could never match. Every night the young girl would wake from dreams of climbing the mountain to sneak from the initiates' dormitories to pick night-blooming flowers and watch freshwater springs turn silver in the moonlight.
As the years went by, Diana found herself ever at odds with the elders and their teachings. She couldn't help but question all she was told, always suspecting there was more that went unsaid in every teaching, as though what she was being taught was willfully incomplete. As she grew, Diana's sense of isolation only became stronger as childhood friends distanced themselves from the mordant, questioning girl who never quite fit in. At night, watching the silver moon rise over the impossibly distant summit, she felt more and more like an outcast. The urge to climb the mountain's flanks was like an itch that could never be scratched, but everything she had been taught since birth told her the mountain would claim more than just her life should she ever try. Only the most worthy and heroic dared make such an ascent. With every passing day, Diana felt more alone and more certain that some vital aspect of her life remained unfulfilled.
Her first clue as to what that might be came when she was sweeping the temple library as punishment for arguing with one of her elders. A glint of light behind a sagging bookcase drew Diana's eyes, and upon investigation, she discovered the partially burned pages of an ancient manuscript. Diana took the pages and read them beneath the full moon that very night, and what she read unlocked a door into her soul.
Diana learned of an all-but-extinct group known as the Lunari, whose faith saw the moon as a source of life and balance. From what Diana could glean from the fragmentary texts, the Lunari spoke of the eternal cycle - night and day, sun and moon - as essential for universal harmony. This was a revelation to the girl with the sable hair, and as she looked beyond the moonlit temple walls, she saw an elderly woman wrapped in a bearskin cloak trudging up the far path that eventually led to the mountain's summit. The woman's steps were faltering and she leaned on a carved staff of willow to remain upright. She saw Diana and called for help, saying that she had to reach the top of the mountain before morning - an ambition Diana knew was utterly impossible.
Diana's desire to help the woman and climb the mountain warred with everything the Solari taught. The mountain was for the worthy, and Diana had never felt worthy of anything. Again the woman asked for her help, and this time Diana did not hesitate. She scrambled over the walls and took the woman's arm, leading her up the mountain, amazed someone so aged had even made it this far. They climbed for hours, above the clouds and into the chill air where the moon and stars glittered like diamonds. Despite her age, the woman kept climbing, urging Diana onwards when she stumbled or when the air grew thin and cold.
As the night wore on, Diana lost track of time as the stars wheeled overhead and all but the mountain faded from view. Together, Diana and the woman climbed ever upwards and each time her steps faltered, she drew strength from the pale glow of the moon. Eventually Diana fell to her knees, exhausted and weary beyond imagining, her entire body strained to the limits of exhaustion. When Diana looked up, it was to see that somehow they had reached the mountaintop, a feat that should not have been possible in a single night. The summit was wreathed in cascades of spectral illumination, veils of brilliant light, spirals of vivid color and the glimmering ghost of a vast city of silver and gold hovering in the air.
She searched for her companion, but the woman was nowhere to be seen - only the bearskin cloak mantling Diana's shoulders suggested she had existed at all. Looking into the light, Diana saw the promise of the emptiness within her being filled, of acceptance and the chance to be part of something greater than she could ever imagine. This was what Diana had sought all her life without truly knowing it, and fresh vitality flowed through her limbs as she rose to her feet. She took a hesitant step towards the incredible vista, her resolve growing stronger with every breath.
The light surged and Diana screamed as it poured into her, a union with something vast and inhuman, impossibly ancient and powerful. The sensation was painful, but also joyous - a moment or an eternity that was both revelatory and hallucinatory. When the light faded, the sense of loss was an ache like nothing she had known before.
Diana stumbled down the mountain in a fugue state, oblivious to her surroundings, until she found herself before a cleft in the mountainside; a cave mouth that would have been invisible but for the moonlight shadows. Cold and needing shelter for the night, Diana sought refuge within the cave. Inside, the narrow cleft widened into the crumbling ruin of what might once have been a temple or vast audience chamber. Its crumbling walls were painted in faded frescoes depicting warriors of silver and gold fighting back to back against an unending host of grotesque monsters as the sky rained comets of searing light.
At the center of the chamber stood a crescent sword and a suit of armor unlike any other; a mail shirt of spun silver rings and wondrously crafted warplate of polished steel.
Reflected in the gleam of the armor, Diana saw her once sable hair was now purest white, and a rune shone on her forehead with incandescent light. She recognized the symbol so exquisitely etched into the plates of the armor; the same symbol depicted in the pages of the burned manuscript she had found in the library. This was Diana's moment of truth. She could turn away from this destiny or choose to embrace it.
Diana reached out, and as her fingers touched the cold steel of the armor, her mind exploded with images of lives she had never lived, memories she had never experienced and sensations she had never known. Scraps of ancient history raged like a blizzard in her mind; secret knowledge she but dimly grasped and innumerable futures scattered like wind-blown dust.
When the visions faded, Diana saw she was now fully clad in the silver warplate, armor that fitted her as though wrought especially for her. Her mind was still afire with newly acquired knowledge, but much of it remained frustratingly out of reach, like a picture half in shadow, half in light. She was still Diana, but she was also something more, something eternal. Feeling vindicated with this new knowledge, Diana left the mountain cave and made her way unerringly towards the Solari Temple, knowing she had to tell the elders what she had learned.
She was met at the temple gates by Leona, the master of the Ra-Horak and the Solari's greatest warrior. Diana was brought before the temple elders, who listened with mounting horror as she told of what she had learned of the Lunari. When she had finished her tale, the elders immediately denounced her as a heretic, a blasphemer and peddler of false gods. For such a heinous crime, only one punishment could suffice; death.
Diana was appalled. How could the elders reject what was so patently true? How could they turn their back on revelations brought from the very summit of the holy mountain? Her fury built at their willful blindness, and blazing orbs of silver fire spun in the air around her. With a scream of rage-fueled frustration, Diana's sword swept out, and where it struck, silver fire burned with killing light. Again and again, Diana lashed out and when her fury ebbed, she saw the carnage she had unleashed. The elders were dead and Leona lay on her back, her armor smoking as though fresh from the forge. Appalled at what she had done, Diana fled the site of the massacre, escaping into the wilds of Mount Targon as the Solari reeled from the savagery of her attack.
Hunted by the warriors of the Ra-Horak, Diana now seeks to piece together the fragmentary memories of the Lunari hidden within her mind. Driven by half-remembered truths and glimpses of ancient knowledge, Diana has only one truth to cling to - that the Lunari and the Solari need not be foes, that there is a greater destiny for her than that of a simple warrior. What her destiny might be is unknown, but Diana will find it, whatever the cost.

Night's Work
Night had always been Diana's favorite time, even as a child. It had been that way since she was old enough to scramble over the walls of the Solari temple and watch the moon traverse the vault of stars. She looked up through the dense forest canopy, her violet eyes scanning for the silver moon, but seeing only its diffuse glow through the thick clouds and dark branches.
The trees were pressing in, black and moss-covered, their branches like crooked limbs reaching for the sky. She could no longer see the path, her route forward obscured by rank weeds and grasping briars. Wind-blown thorns scraped the curved plates of her armor, and Diana closed her eyes as she felt a memory stir within her.
A memory, yes, but not her own. This was something else, something drawn from the fractured recollections of the celestial essence that shared her flesh. When she opened her eyes, a shimmering image of a forest overlaid the close-packed trees before her. She saw the same trees, but from a different time, from when they were young and fruitful and the path between them was dappled with light and edged in wildflowers.
Raised in the harsh environs of Mount Targon, Diana had never seen a forest like this. She knew what she was seeing was an echo of the past, but the scents of honeysuckle and jasmine were as real as anything she had experienced.
"Thank you" she whispered, following the spectral outline of the ancient path.
It led Diana through overgrown and withered trees that ought to have been long dead. It climbed the slopes of rocky highlands, and passed through stands of twisted pine and wild fir. It crossed tumbling mountain streams and wound its way around sheer slopes before bringing her to a rocky plateau overlooking a vast lake of cold, dark water.
At the center of the plateau was a circle of towering stones, each carved with looping spirals and curving sigils. On every stone Diana saw the same rune that shimmered upon her forehead and knew she had reached her destination. Her skin tingled with a sense of febrile anticipation, a sensation she had come to associate with wild and dangerous magic. Wary now, she approached the circle, eyes scanning for threats. Diana saw nothing, but she knew something was here, something utterly hostile and yet somehow familiar.
Diana moved to the center of the circle and drew her sword. Its crescent blade glittered like diamond in the wan moonlight penetrating the clouds. She knelt with her head bowed, the blade's tip resting on the ground, its quillons at her cheeks.
She felt them before she saw them.
A sudden drop in pressure. A raw charge to the air.
Diana surged to her feet as the spaces between the stones split apart. The air buckled and a trio of screeching beasts charged her with ferocious speed; ivory flesh, bone-white carapaces of segmented armor and steel talons.
Terrors.
Diana dived beneath a snapping jaw filled with teeth like polished ebony, slashing her sword in an overhead arc that clove the first monster's skull to its heavy shoulders. The creature fell, its flesh instantly unraveling. She rolled to her feet as the others circled like pack hunters, now wary of her gleaming blade. The creature she had killed now resembled a pool of bubbling tar.
They came at her again, one from each side. Their flesh was already darkening to a bruised purple, hissing in this world's hostile atmosphere. Diana leapt over the leftmost beast and swung her sword in a crescent arc towards its neck plates. She yelled one of the Lunari's holy words and incandescent light blazed from the blade.
The beast blew apart from the inside, gobbets of newly-wrought flesh disintegrating before the moonblade's power. She landed and swayed aside from the last beast's attack. Not fast enough. Razored talons punched through the steel of her pauldrons and dragged her around. The beast's chest split apart, revealing a glutinous mass of sense organs and hooked teeth. It bit into the meat of her shoulder and Diana screamed as numbing cold spread from the wound. She spun her sword, holding the grip like a dagger and rammed it into the beast's body. It screeched, relinquishing its hold. Steaming black ichor poured from its ruptured body. Diana spun away, biting down on the pain racing around her body. She held her moonblade out to the side as the clouds began to thin.
The beast had tasted her blood and hissed with predatory hunger. Its armored form was now entirely gloss black and venomous purple. Bladed arms unfolded and remade themselves in a fan of hooks and talons. Unnatural flesh flowed like wax to seal the awful wound her blade had ripped.
The essence within Diana surged. It filled her thoughts with undying hatred from a distant epoch. She glimpsed ancient battles so terrible that entire worlds had been lost in the fires of their waging; a war that had almost unmade this very world and still might.
The creature charged Diana, its body rippling with the raw power of another realm of existence.
Clouds parted and a brilliant shaft of silver speared downwards. Diana's sword drank in the radiance of distant moons and light burned along its edge. She brought it down in an executioner's arc, cleaving plated bone and woven flesh with the power of the night's illumination.
The beast came apart in an explosive detonation of light, its body utterly unmade by her blow. Its flesh melted into the night, leaving Diana alone on the plateau, her chest heaving with exertion as the power she had joined with on the mountain withdrew to the far reaches of her flesh.
She blinked away after-images of a city that echoed with emptiness where once it had pulsed with life. Sadness filled her, though she had never known this place, but even as she mourned it, the memory faded and she was Diana again.
The creatures were gone and the stones of the circle gleamed with threads of silver radiance. Freed from the touch of the hateful place on the other side of the veil, their healing power seeped into the earth. Diana felt it spreading into the landscape, carried through rock and root to the very bones of the world.
"This night's work is done" she said. "The way is sealed."
She turned to where the moon's reflection shimmered in the waters of the lake. It beckoned to her, its irresistible pull lodged deep in her soul as it drew her ever onwards.
"But there is always another night's work" said Diana.

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Name: Alucard
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Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Clan: Shtealing Your Quirk Society

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Basic Info:__________________________________________ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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Looks
Alucard always wears his iconic red hat. In battle, on the road well it doesn't really matter. He frikkin loves his hat and dare you touch it your hands will get cut off. Along with his hat, he has other head accessories such as a pair of rounded sun-glasses with a yellow tinted glass. He usually wear these in all occasions but sometimes he puts them in his pockets in battle to prevent harm to them. When Alucard remove the glasses one usually notices his black eyes and covers in fear. There are moments when his eyes also turns red, which marks his excitement. As for the rest, Alucard wears a white shirt under a black thin suit with a couple of black silk pants. Along with this he has a red tie that matches the colors of his hat, eyes and also his crimson-looking trench coat. The trench oat is normally just used outside rather than inside. He also wear a pair of white gloves with the Hellsing symbol on. The symbol usually starts glowing red when Alucard is channeling his chakra towards the hands. Alucard skin is pale as snow, he has sharp teeth which he uses to drain blood from his victims with. He has a long tongue and pitch-black hair. Alucard is also pretty tall and skinny yet strong.

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Personality
Alucard is the absolute example of a sadistic and cruel man when it comes to his enemies. He is one of the most intimidating of characters of all time when it comes to battle, as he usually starts by letting his opponents turn him into shreds just so he can regenerate and imply as much fear as possible before striking back. When it comes to striking back, Alucard has his own ways of doing so. Being the cocky devil, he never takes precautions but simply takes his time with the opponent. Gnawing, biting and gutting them slowly while they scream their very lungs out. This is the climax of his battles, as it builds up to his very own liking of terror. His enemies usually bleed out or get cardiac arrests due to the extreme torture Alucard puts them under when he has them in his hands, which he always in the end does.
Aside from battle, Alucard is calm yet ironic and might seem very self-centred. The true side of Alucard is not something that anyone but himself really realizes however. He beams out a certain aura that reeks of mystique and secrets about something long lost.

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✝Childhood✝
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Alucard was born in the village of old Kirigakure and its exact location isn't fully known. What is known is that he was born to the Meiton users of old and both his parents shared the ability to create this rather controversial chakra nature. This dark embodiment of destruction wouldn't be revealed to Alucard until later in his life. His childhood had two chapters, one where he would try to survive the shinobi world-war and one where he would try to find himself in all of the chaos. Like many orphan, or suggested orphans, Alucard was brought into military school at the age of 5 and was forced into combat by the now new Village of the Bloody Mist. Since most of the adult shinobi had perished in the war, the government sent out children as a last resort. This was considered inhumane by the conflicting forces but it didn't stop them from killing the children and many bodies of them where scattered across the borderlands for years to come. The conflict wasn't of a territorial dispute as much as it was because of the chakra beasts, the Bijuus. Nations wanted more Bijuus that they could control and turn into Jinchuurikis. The bloody mist had captured the three-tails and many volunteered to try become it's Jinchuuriki, but it wasn't something that you just became. You where chosen for it. As a witness of many failed Jinchuuriki attempts and the piles of bursted out bodies of hosts, Alucard swore never to have anything to do with the Bijuus and his hate for them became permanent even to the present days. Survival was the important thing to him. As the years went by, Alucard had successfully assassinated dozen of adult military shinobi using his first elemental affinities he discovered; Raiton & Katon. He had learned how to survive in the wilderness of the border islands of the water country by himself. Food was always easy to get as long as you knew how to fish and with his intrisic Katon release he could make a light fire with the snap of his fingers. One day the war was over and things would turn into how they where before, but Alucard was still alone..
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✝Exams✝
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Alucard excelled in the ninja academy, he was always keen to learn more. He had already extraordinary knowledge of Raiton, Katon and Taijutsu along with some basic ninjutsu techniques such as shadow clones and substitution. At the age of 7, Alucard graduated the ninja academy and took on the chūnin exams a year after the graduation where he'd be appointed to his team after becoming a genin. The chūnin exams of the village of the mist was quite controversy.. Many of the children who applied for it had already killed people in the war and so trying to restrict them into not killing their opponents was almost impossible, therefore it wasn't set as a rule. The chūnin exams would later become as the death exams throughout the world, ironically though the one who finished at first place didn't kill a single one of his opponents(or well..). The exams would teach Alucard how to engage every single natural element but also hidden abilities that where unique for different families around the world. Out of the 5 battles that laid before him his first one was against a doton user who had the capabilities of mending with stones. She was no match for Alucards Raiton release though and was quick to submit defeat although she was probably the most salty one. A natural inferior element against the Raiton release indeed. His second battle was against a boy with the Hozoki blood line and thus being an extremely profound Suiton user. This was probably the engagement Alucard had to come up with the most original strategy yet and using his fire chakra to the extremes to constantly boil his opponents water techniques. While his opponent was a Suiton prodigy, he was younger and hadn't quite reached the same levels of his water release as Alucard had reached with his fire release. They were on par. Ultimately the younger one submitted as his chakra pool was smaller and he had to save whatever was left to avoid death. The third battle was against a Fuuton user who also could use the sound release with incorporated sound genjutsu. Alucard hadn't faced anything like this before, he knew his fire release was surperior naturally towards the wind release but how to counter soundwaves was a bit of a different story. He didn't know how sound worked until he realised that every-time he used fire to try and counter it it lost momentum as if it was travelling through something that was being destroyed by the fire release. It was then he came to realize that sound is actually just air that is vibrating in a certain way. Nevertheless, Alucard would ultimately defend himself against his opponents sound release and sound genjutsu by creating flame pillars and other flaming shapes that would hinder sound from travelling towards his ears and affect him. He would then use his fast taijutsu style to get in close and force his opponent to surrender. It was the fourth battle that changed everything though.. His opponent this time was a water and earth user that could combine the two to create the fabled wood release. But it didn't stop there, this kunoichi was also able to utilise her Kekkei Genkai - the Byakugan. Alucard thought he faced an easy defeat on her behalf but then something awoken inside him. Marks began to shape on the inside of his palms with the same color as his very blood. Having zero time to focus on it though, Alucard used the pain to enter a rampage. The aftermath of the battle was that of a scorched forest with the two combatants locked in a taijutsu fight. Her Byakugan was very handy in this situation though as she knew exactly where to strike Alucard to disable his chakra flow. She managed to block him from using both his releases and left him stranded in a corner, hoping he would yield. But then his marks began to shine with dark light and Alucard felt his chakra stream forming into the marks. They had a personality, they where hungry. Hungry for chakra... Alucard rushed towards his opponent in such a speed that she, even with her byakugan, would have a hard time readying herself into a combat stance. It was too late for her though, Alucard had slammed his hands around her neck and chocked out her chakra into his marks and at the same time convert it into dark release chakra. She tried to yield but she couldn't speak because of the strangling grip Alucard was holding. All of the sudden, he could feel the grip of an adult jounin trying to get him off her. He released his grip but the marks acted on their own and released a blast of black flames on the adult shinobi trying to wrestle him down. Only a scorched three quarters of a man was left. The exams continued but Alucard was in detention with a very mixed reaction from the village leaders. Some of them wanted him executed while the majority was extremely impressed of the prowess of his poweres and through that he was a Jinchuuriki from the war. Ultimately his final opponent was chosen and his final obstacle was going to be defeated, but as soon as the finalist of the third branch faced him, he submitted..
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✝Path to Jonin✝
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Upon graduating from the chūnin exams, Alucard was set out on a complex mission at the age of 8. A mission that, if succeeded, would give Alucard the title of Jonin. His task was simple. He was to investigate as a spy in the village hidden in leaves, who recently had been brought to civil war due to a rampaging bijuu. The village's current alliance status was unknown and to be found out by using Alucard as a spy/informant. Alucard was set out for the journey, disguised as a hawk he flew away from Amegakure towards the land of fire. As he traveled, Alucard stopped by at some places. He was particularly interested in the forbidden arts and... Immortality.. There where infinite ways and paths to reach this goal. There were different meanings of immortality. It turned out that Alucards greatest gift was his own creation, his will to become the strongest being on the planet; the chimera technique. The technique allowed him to siphon Kekkei Genkais, Advanced Elements and also Dojutsu. As he grew in the dark and forbidden arts he also created the puppeteer's seal, allowing him to control other people with a single fuinjutsu seal that he could place on them. All of these acts didn't take place under just a couple of days though, he was roaming the world, conspiring against society and everyone. It was on the road he came up with the plan of creating a guild, and organisation that would gather him followers or associates. He would not be alone any longer. He couldn't... One of the ordinary days he would find himself in a blood tavern, gambling missing nins with self-confidence up to their tits would drink and play games with eachother. It was there he found her. The multi-talented Typhoon bender, Zora Akiyama. She wielded a sword, was dressed in grey and her eyes was fire. It was with her he fell complete, because for the first time in his life, he wasn't looking after just himself anymore. A year after they met they had already done multiple adventures together, the most spectacular of which, made them governors of the Moon Isle after they had claimed it for themselves. The Hellsing flag stood tall that day. It was on the shores of that very island that they started to spar with their advanced elements only. Not only was Zora's element that of wind but it was an enhanced version of it, so much so that darkness and her black winds where equal. They developed an amazing list of jutsus by inspiring eachother and pressing eachother to the limits. They claimed ownership of the fabled Vampire squids and created the first contract in history to the beasts. As a wave of technology washed over them from the mainlands, Alucard and Zora developed five incredibly powerful advanced tools. He would later return to the village of the mist and showcase his new abilities and tell them of his new empire. Out of fear they promoted him to Jonin without hesitation in the agreement he would lend them a hand with his new clan. They agreed.
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✝Present✝
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Zora and Alucard was not just sitting idle on their thrones on the Moon Isle. They discovered the potentials of making their own element from scratch, a liquid metal called Bismuth. This element would prove to be the perfected combination of Alucards dark release as it repelled earth and water with ease. Two elements the dark release was having a hard time against. As a metal however, it was still weak against rust and lightning, but fortunately the dark release allows for the absorption of both wind and lightning. The two elements where match-made in heaven. It didn't take long for Zora and Alucard to create a lethal weapon, a sword made out of bismuth that could turn into a gun. This was perfect, Alucard now had one sword and two hand-cannons. Just like some of his dreams. He hadn't forgotten about his main ability though, siphoning other shinobi's hidden elements and bloodlines. His quest for power had only begun afterall. With his personal summon with him at all times, the female vampire squid Akemi, Alucard would leave the Moon Isle and take up challenges in the world. He was hungry.​
 
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