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Ten great kings took ten great thrones. Nine crowns adorned nine heads. One left to scratch upon their mounds. The crow, alive and dead.
....................................................Name: Strix Dahlia....................................................Nickname: Unknown
....................................................Gender: Female
....................................................Age: Unknown
....................................................Clan: Tenshi
....................................................Alignment: Lawful Evil
Appearance & Personality
Not much is known about Strix, as there arent many that have seen her or those that have seen her have been able to give an accurate description that matches anyone elses that has ventured through her lands and lived to tell about it. Once a prominent daughter of a rich important feudal family, it all changed after she was kidnapped by a group of ninja aiming to ransom her back to her parents. Believing that they would pay for her safe return, the kidnappers and assassins were surprised to find that the Dahlia household valued money above their own daughter and refused to give any kind of value for her life. Scared and broken heart that her life meant nothing to her parents, something inside Strix snapped as she blacked out, only coming back to her senses outside of the small shack hideout burning to the ground in front of her.
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A trail of blood lead from the front door to where she was standing and looking down she saw a grown mans arm in her grasp. Piecing together what had happened took several weeks as she tried to think back on the memory, wandering through the forest and going from town to town, looking and begging for food, shelter and water. With no help, looking like a dirty orphan, she was shunned, and thus began her life of solitary witchood taking up residence in a nearby forest. Tales grew of the old witch that lived in the forest that would charm and ensare unsuspecting travellers, merchants and men that dared to go into her territory. Feeling like an outcast, she learnt to be self sufficient training on her own from various books and scrolls she would take. An attitude becoming of giving punishment to those that deserve it, Strix became judge, jury and executioner. Not much is known about her. What is known, however, is that she is intelligent and laconic, only speaking when she finds it necessary.
Village & Rank InformationLand of Birth: Hallow Bastion
Warring States Clan: Shimogakure
Rank: Sage (Prestige One – 10 points)
Health & Chakra: 200 & 3000 (10 & 8 Prestige)
Jutsu Information................................................................Specialties
Ninjutsu..................................................................................Personal Summoning Specialty (Primary)
Taijutsu ( B )....................................................................Naturalist Summoning Specialty (Secondary)
Genjutsu ( C )................................................................................Apex Summoning Specialty (Unique)
Kenjutsu.....................................................................................................Yang Release Specialty (Extra)
Fire Release....................................................................................................Fistweaving Specialty (CFS)
Earth Release
Wind Release
Water Release
Lightning Release
Rain Release ( 1 )
Sugar Release
Yang Release ( 4 )
Tenshi Ichizoku ( 5 )
Leg Weights
Fistweaving
Slug Contract & Arts
Firefly Contract & Arts
History & Background Information
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It started when old Endo, drunk out his mind on stale beer and the dulled memories of some battle he’d probably run from, locked himself in a shack just outside of Goldleaf. Baron tried to break the door in, good neighbour as he was, but the miserable fossil had more strength than anyone could have anticipated, bracing his entire body against the entrance as he babbled about heights and spiders and being pecked to death by birds. No one believed the man was being pecked to death by anything but a bottle, so we all went home, assuming, as one does, that with a day to dry out, the ordeal would sort itself.
Took only one night.
First scream ripped across the village like someone had pulled it out of Endo’s open chest, followed by a second that was almost the same—but worse. It pitched higher, like rusted metal wrapped in burlap, in almost-human words with an almost-human rhythm until the baker’s wife cried, “Ninja's!” and all hell broke loose. People arming themselves, the mayor—if that's what you could call the head of some hinterlands piss-hole—shooing whoever he could into the meeting hall, windows being boarded up in blind panic, the works. You’ve seen it a hundred times, probably two hundred since the Rogue hit up north. Regular folks going mad at the fairest hint of ninjas.
Point is, that’s around when everything went bad. But there’s a bottom to bad, and what happened in Goldleaf broke right past it.
Don’t believe me?
Go for yourself. Goldleaf ain’t there anymore.
But I’m skipping ahead, and that ain’t fair to Endo. See, Endo was a spy from back when the Hungurian pacifications were still talked about like there was honor in ’em, and he later served the crown as far out as Tobusekai and the Water Isles. The man had seen things. We’re lucky out west, since the worst the hinterlands have to offer are some stray raptors after the hatching season, and maybe a sun-cooked bandit or three, but Endo knew what was out there. What could be out there. And he gathered up all the folk who were willing to listen and organized a peasant militia to bring those supposed “ninja's” to justice.
His plan was simple: First light, we’re all going on patrol, two by two, no one alone. Military stuff, and that gives us hope, gins us all up for a fight. For king and country! Rah-rah patriotism, and all that.
Until the sun comes up and a family’s gone missing.
Every one of them—five in all. Farmhouse torn to shreds, livestock slaughtered in their pens. Doors all locked from the inside, windows all latched. They’re gone. The mayor calls a meeting, but a pair of fieldhands don’t come in from the rows. When Endo calls for them, something calls back. But it isn’t them. Sounds almost like them, like something is forcing words into almost the right shape, but that old, rusty cage sound keeps cutting through, squeaking and rattling and clicking like it can’t help itself.
Now people are afraid. Some hothead charges into the fields with a sword in his hand—gone. Another follows him—gone. Blacksmith gets the wise idea he’ll ride all the way to Hammerfell and call the guard, but the horse bucks him halfway down the old trade road and something pulls him into the rows. Endo calls to see if he’s alright, and that awful voice burbles out, saying it’ll take the road to Hammerfell and call the guard.
Endo asks again, and it repeats: “I’ll take the old road to Hammerfell and call the guard.”
There’s something about it… like a pin twisting inside your head, poking through the meat into something darker underneath. I could see it on everyone’s faces. Folks holding their kids close, backing away toward their homes, some just running. That voice could cut away all the parts of a person and leave ’em naked and afraid, shivering in the middle of a blistering afternoon. Like it was pulling something out of you. Something it wanted.
A little girl says she saw someone standing above the field out where we keep the scarecrow. It’s such an odd thing to notice, and there’s so much going on, that we pay her no mind.
But we should have.
Night comes and half the houses in town are boarded shut. You can hear folks inside whispering, muttering, giggling like maniacs, but about… I’m not sure. Snakes. Lightning. The dark. Walls closing in. Knives. The sea. They’re laughing and they’re screaming and it sounds like everyone has gone insane, like they’re trapped inside a room with a part of themselves they don’t want to face. It sounds like we’re all stuck in a nightmare.
Then the lights start going out. One after the other in all the boarded-up houses, the lamps flicker and die. And the voices melt away, each suddenly silenced, all save for one. Something croaking behind the old smithy. Muttering to itself. About snakes. About lighting. Muttering about the dark.
Endo, that poor fool, takes the militia and goes in. And I… I’m there with him. I have my blade. I have my lantern. But the rows are deep, and the light casts shadows everywhere you look.
I… I don’t know exactly what happened. I saw a face—maybe. Something looking back at me just ahead of Endo, but it was like he saw right past it. Like that face was just there for me. All lopsided, twisted sackcloth and rusted teeth. And behind it… something huge. Splayed out on thin legs, but alive with hundreds of black birds rattling inside an old cage we’d thrown into the woods last year. And eyes. So many eyes.
There’s no one left in Goldleaf now. If no one came after me… I’m the only one left. Hearing those screams fade behind me as crimson light poured out from between the corn stalks—that sickly crunching, and the bellowing, tortured squeals of hogs and horses…
And the crows! Hundreds of them—thousands! But crows they aren’t, can’t you see? They’re smoke and fire! They’re not real! They couldn’t be real…
They follow that voice! The deep, rumbling voice beneath it all! Don’t you see? Don’t you—
Oh, gods… Endo! I left him behind! I left him there—there in the rows with that horrible scarecrow! Everyone—they’re all dead! Gods, gods, it must have followed me. Once it tastes your fear, once it knows you, it never lets go. It won’t let you go, it won’t—
What’s that voice?
Can anyone hear—
You don’t hear it?
…Endo?
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I have decided to start writing in a journal. I’m hoping I can ease my mind if I just have somewhere to recount and to get stuff off my chest. I live in an isolated farm house so I don't see many people so It's nice to have somewhere to load my thoughts. Living out in the middle of nowhere has its perks, I live right by bushland so I can go for a nice walk to clear my head and not once have I seen another person out there, it's like my own comfort zone. I'll try and write in here often, nothing interesting happens around here but I can at least make use of this.
Summer is right around the corner so it's getting quite stormy. I really don't like it when it storms, the house feels unstable it's so isolated out here, I don't know what I could do if the roof came crashing down on me. Nearest sign of civilisation is a crappy bar a few miles down the road. I like this peaceful life.
Finally got a break from the storms and I went out to the bushland and it just felt so uncomfortable. I had this strong feeling someone was watching me. I don't like when other people are in my comfort zone, it makes me feel unsafe.
It happened again, I just had this sinister feeling that I wasn't alone, but this time I heard noises, like someone was actually following me. I kept looking around but there was nothing. I don't know what is happening but I don't think it's just me being paranoid anymore.
Whatever is happening isn't just happening in the bush. I saw something out there last night, standing in my yard looking towards the house, it was way to hard to make out what it looked like but there was definitely something out there. I'm going to set up a camera outside my front door and hopefully that’ll catch anything lurking out there.
I haven't been to the Bushland recently, I'm too scared now. The camera hasn't caught anything out of the ordinary although I went around the house to grab something and I saw claw marks on the side, like something was trying to climb up, these weren't possum claws, no animal could have done this. I don't know what is going on but I'm scared.
I heard banging on the door last night. Something was trying to get in, the camera was smashed beyond repair. This is getting really messed up, something is trying to get in. The claw marks had increased and it looked as if something was trying to get to my bedroom window.
It got into the house last night, I don't know what the **** this thing is or what it wants but I hid for hours. Today I'm going to board up the doors, nothing is going to get through them.
It got in again. I checked the doors and they were still sealed shut. I don't know what to do. I don't want to go to anyone, this thing leaves no trace. I'm forced to just hope it won't come for me each night. I swear this journal is the only thing between me and complete insanity. I'm too scared to leave the house just in case it's out there. It only seems to come at night but I'm still not going anywhere near that bushland. The scratches on the back seem to have ceased. I swear I'm just going to wake up and have all this be a bad dream, it's starting to seem like it.
I feel like I'm going insane, I've got tin cans in every doorway, every door and window is boarded shut and I haven't slept through a single night this week. This thing I don't know what it is but it's mentally fucking with me. Every night I spend in my bedroom with a cleaver just waiting for something to come in. Whatever this thing is it tries every night to get in, I'm so scared on of these nights it's going to succeed.
I've got an escape plan thoroughly planned out. I've accounted for everything and I'm even ready to fight this thing off if I need to. I've dedicated every minute I'm awake into this thing. I’ve done research and I can't find anything to do with this. No mysterious murders, missing people, nothing. I just want to go back to my mundane peaceful life.
It's getting worse this thing just keeps coming in and thrashing at every window as soon as it gets dark, I don't know how much more of this I can take.
I'm hiding in the cellar, it's in the house, the house isn't safe anymore, I'm destroying the house with this thing inside, I’m ending this.
The fire, it burns.
Other Information
Personal Summoning Specialist (Kha'zix): You can have one custom contracted animal with you at all times. Whether it be from Canon or Custom Contracts, you have the monopoly of that summon, and other users of the contract may not utilize it when facing you in battle, or in the NW until your defeat. Strix's chosen animal is Kha'zix, a five foot tall firefly that accompanies her on her travels.
Type: Summoning
Rank: S
Range: Short
Chakra: 40
Damage: 60 (basic claw slash)
Description:
With the ability to selectively breed ninja fireflies, one of the fireflies that eventually came about was Kha'Zix. He is roughly 5 feet tall, often hunched over, with his wing also often hidden down his back and capable of moving twice the summoners speed. Kha'zix has evolved as a firefly to be just as deadly and just as lethal as his other chakra wielding ninja firefly counterparts by evolving his body. Firstly, on each of his front arms, instead of hands he has blades, which while do restrict him from performing handseals (not that he needs any) does allow him to use all kenjutsu techniques. Due to his size, Kha'Zix cannot fly constantly like other fireflies however he can leap long distances very quickly, and even use his wings to hover for 1 turn, (with a 1 turn cooldown).
During the users turn, Kha'Zix can choose to 'evolve' one of his traits for the battle, where this action takes the entire turn. Each trait can only be evolved once and only one trait can be evolved per turn.
-Claws
Kha'Zix evolves his claws to increase their size, adding a +20 (+10 for S-ranks) to his kenjutsu attacks
-Wings
Kha'Zix grows stronger wings allowing him to fly indefinitely. Once every other turn he can use a move slot to "dodge" an incoming attack within reason.
-Camouflage
Kha'Zix evolves his body and carapace to bend light around himself to be able to seemingly erases his presence visually. This makes him untrackable by physical means.
Naturalist Summoning Specialist (Acid/Bio-Luminescence): You may produce the same special skills as the animals of the contracts you've signed (e.g., Toad oil, Spider silk, snake venom, etc ). Through this skill, Strix is capable of harnessing the Slug/Fireflies Contract's innate ability to produce acid and bio-luminescence.
Apex Summoning Specialist (Xiaoyu): Can summon animals from both contracts in battle plus have a second personal summoning (human-sized at most). Strix's second personal summon is Xiaoyu, a slug with abilities similar to those of Katsuyu and unique to her.
Type: Summoning
Rank: S
Range: Short
Chakra: 40
Damage: 80 from acid (40 per turn)
Description:
Xiaoyu is a slug that is summoning much in the way of Katsuyu, being varying sizes, and sharing the trait to spit acid. What differs Xiaoyu to Katsuyu is in her battle tactics and capabilities. While Katsuyu can be seen as a supplementary or defensive ally, Xiaoyu can be seen as an offensive one. Sharing the ability to absorb people into her body, instead of surrounding them in a large body, effectively like cushioning, Xiaoyu creates a secondary skin shaping her body to match the users without hindering movement. By merging with the user, she can still use her acid attacks. Xiaoyu can use the chakra transfer technique to increase a users technique by 10 chakra to increase its damage by 20 points (10 for S-rank), but only up to S-rank. Should Xiaoyu get the chance to absorb or merge with the enemy target, she can start to break down his body on a cellular lever, burning through him with her acid at 40 damage per turn.
Due to Xaioyu's battle nature, she is able to tank physical attacks that are up to B-rank without damage.
Notes:
-Can only be summoned once per event
-Merging with a target is passive, but take up a move slot in the users turn.
Yang Specialist: Strix is a master of Yang Release, possessing heightened vitality that grants her an additional 1000 chakra points. Her physical durability is significantly greater than those of her peers, allowing her to reduce up C-rank damage (30 points) from physically damaging techniques. She is also immune to recoil damage from techniques such as Forbidden techniques, though she still succumbs to the jutsu's other effects.
Chakra Colour: As with all Tenshi who possess unique chakra signatures, Strix's natural chakra colour is a dark purple, almost black, distinct from regular chakra colours.
Goddess of the Earth: Strix is in possession of one of the Seven Great Swords, weapons of great renown and power. Hers is known as Haniyasu-Hime, a whip which enhances her mastery and usage of Earth Release in battle, bolstering the power and utility of associated techniques, whilst weakening those of the enemy's Earth and Lightning Release. It is also capable of erasing the strengths and weaknesses of Earth Release techniques.
Hattori Hanzo: Hattori Hanzo is the name of the armour that has been passed down for generations between ninja. This armour set has been word for centuries, each ninja upgrading and perfecting the armour until the armour itself became a weapon that was able to be used in battle. Originally crafted and created by a Samurai named Hattori Hanzo, the actual name of the armour has been lost long ago, eventually finding itself in the hands of Strix. They say the spirit of the Samurai who made it still dwells within the armour, watching over who ever may wear it protecting them.
Scientific Tools: Strix wields a number of scientific tools, each serving a different purpose in battle that allows her to gain an edge over whomever she may face. Attached to each of her arms are chakra blade and absorption arm devices, and she carries the Banshee's Wail and Wattson's Electrical Fence.
Artifacts: Strix wears a long velvet cloak known as the Twin Shadows, a ceremonial item presented to the Queen of the Lightning Mountains regions as a gift from one of the towns in the Frozen North in an attempt to win her favour. It possesses the power to invoke a heavy rainstorm, hindering the vision of others greatly, even Dōjutsu such as the Sharingan and Rinnegan.
Type: Artifact
Rank: A
Range: Short-Long
Chakra: N/A ( 30 )
Damage: N/A
Description:
Twin Shadows is a long velvet cloak that wraps around the users back. A delicately embroidered piece of craftsmanship, this cape was presented to the Queen of the Lightning Mountains regions as a gift from one of the towns in the Frozen North in an attempt to win her favour. A deep Satin Blue with Gold Filigree, this cape has the design of a Water Droplet on its back.
Twin Shadows has a gold chain that connects its around the users neck, with a blue sapphire clasp. By touching this clasp, the Droplet comes to life, passively sending out a wave of water, causing an immediate heavy rain-storm similar to (Suiton: Ukojizai no Jutsu) - Water Style: Rain Tiger at Will Technique within the vicinity having none of the sensing capabilities. This rain-fall can fill an entire landmark or up to long-range in battle, and last for 3 turns, or until blown away by A-rank or above Wind Release, or similar elements as well as something like (Shuushi Ame) - Stop Rain. Due to the sheer volume of this rain-fall, naked/sharingan/rinnegan vision is limited to short-range. However, doujutsu such as Byakugan and Tenseigan are unaffected due to their telescopic vision.
Notes:
Can only be used twice per arc recharging at the start of the following arc
The rain-fall lasts 3 turns or until dispersed
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