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Post by Ataisuru Sonzai on Feb 7, 2011 8:54:45 GMT -5
Hoshō Applications
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Hoshō (Lit “Sentinel”) is a Division drafted into existence consisting of specialized units that are under the direct control of the Hokage. Each unit will host a specific specialty in which all members must be skillful practitioners of. Hosting five individual divisions or sub-categories, Hoshō takes the best of the best and applies them to an environment fitting their expertise to further hone their skills. A diverse and adaptive organization, members from each division are allowed to work amongst the others, and train to strengthen their weakened areas. This in turn produces more Well-rounded Shinobi. When dispatched, groups will consist of either a team solely compiled of one specialization, or having members from diverse units. This depends on the circumstances of the mission or task at hand, however. Members of Hoshō are kept anonymous to the public, and there is no visual recognizable traits that could set them apart aside from a unique tattoo positioned on the back of their neck. Admission into Hoshō requires that members must be at least of Chūnin rank.
Goals
- Maintain Village Security
- Completing missions assigned by the Hokage, usually High-ranking
- Training others of Hoshō in their specialty to further develop more diverse Shinobi
Life presents challenge, and the attempt at said challenges build character."
Rantō
Rantō, the physical dominance of Hoshō. Deriving from the word Melee, members of this sub-division excel in areas of Taijutsu and Kenjutsu. Exercising extreme expertise with their limbs and weaponry instead of solely relying on the other forms of Shinobi combat. The individuals of this division will be given a unique weapon to establish themselves as full-fledged members.
Members
- Sotto Suisou
- Hyūga Koji
- Saikudan Shiori
Sakkaku
Sakkaku, the Sub-Divison of Hoshō that flourishes in the illusionary arts of Genjutsu, each member is known and recognized for their fluid execution and competency. Though not as corporeal as the other divisions, the Sakkaku branches are elitists that can render an opponent psychologically rather than exhausting their own physical ability. In merriment of those who were accepted into this branch, the individuals will be given a special weapon to establish themselves as full-fledged members.
Members
Jisshi
Originating from the term Embodiment, those of the Sub-Divison Jisshi have accomplished the physical and spiritual unity which enable the use of Ninjutsu. Excelling in both chakra-based, and/or elemental based techniques, the Jisshi division pride themselves on having an array of Ninjutsu to combat any and all opposition. Most likely the most adaptable of all the divisions due to the multiplicity in which Ninjutsu can exemplify.
Members
- Nagata Oguro
- Kiyoshi Katsuo
- Hanzae
Shīru
The Fūinjutsu practitioners of Hoshō, those of this sub-division excel in the binding arts that seal an assortment of objects or energies into something else. Usually kept in the village, Shīru aren’t exempt from battle, for they’re also a deadly force to be reckoned with,
Members
Name: Your character's name
Rank: His/ her Shinobi Rank
Division: What Sub-Division would you like to join.
RP Sample: Nothing to fancy, just something I can gauge your skill with,
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Post by Ataisuru Sonzai on Feb 7, 2011 8:56:10 GMT -5
Old applications for prosperity sake. Name: Sotto Suisou
Rank: Jounin
Division: Rantō
RP Sample:
Suisou dashed forward, ducking the oncoming kick as if it were delivered in slow motion. Spinning about and tucking his legs beneath him, the shinobi sprang like a cat, flipping over and above his opponent as he tried to correct and attack him, effortlessly leaving the strikes behind. From above, Suisou held up his index and middle fingers on his right hand, focusing his chakra through and around them to sharpen them with his Yubitou. Two deft slices severed the leather straps that held his opponent's sturdy armor to his frame, and a quick push with his feet opened the distance between him and the enemy.
As the armor fell to the ground, the confused opponent turned his way with a grimace, allowing Suisou to Shunshin behind him and kick out with his leg while reaching with his arm. The lower limb sliced right as the upper limb thrust forward, tripping and then slamming home an open palm thrust, sending his enemy spinning out of control and to the ground. Straightening up, the shinobi sighed and raised his hands in a noncommital shrug. "I guess you're just too slow for me..."
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Name: Hyuuga Koji
Rank: Jonin ANBU
Division: Ranto
RP Sample:
As Koji's enemy slashed down at him, Koji crouched and lunged diagonally right inside his enemy's guard, breezing through the string of seals to activate his Raiton Juuken. His left hand shot upwards, index and middle fingers jabbing into a Tenketsu on the enemy's right wrist. As Koji plugged the Tenketsu, he sent a searing bolt of electricity into the enemy's wrist.
Simultaneously, Koji curled his fingers and thumb in, thrusting his palm forward and firing a Raiton: Hakke Kuushou into his enemy's abdomen. A concentrated column of lightning lanced forward from his palm, searing his opponent's stomach and pulverizing his ribcage. At this proximity, Koji's Kuushou would easily break three of his opponent's ribs.
Before his enemy could finish recoiling in pain, Koji lunged forward off of his right leg, driving his left knee up into his foe's groin. Koji drew his right arm in, guarding his ribs with his elbow and his face with his hand. As he did this, he drew his left arm back, curling his fingers into the same shape as earlier. "Hakkesho: Hasangeki," he muttered, driving his palm forward into his foe's chin and firing off a massive burst of white chakra.
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Name:
Saikudan Shiori
Rank:
Chūnin
Division:
Rantō
RP Sample:
Mere moments before the wild-eyed madman delivered the final blow with his blade, a reverberating punch struck his skull. The impact sent him rolling like dough, end-over-end until he collided with the base of a distant tree. He had dropped his sword at the moment of the attack, but Shiori caught it by the blade, saving the young man it was meant to kill. Seemingly unphased by the weapon biting into her palm, she threw it aside, winked at the compatriot she had just saved, and ran after her recovering opponent...
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Name: Nagata Oguro
Rank: Chunin
Division: Jisshi
RP Sample: Nagata faced his opponent eagerly. This fight would further increase Nagata's abilities. His opponent rushed foreword and after a few handsigns launched a large fireball jutsu from his mouth. Nagata prepared his own handsigns and aimed his palm at the fireball. " Futon : Kaze Myaku!(Wind Pulse)" with this said a powerful pulse of hardened air struck the fireball in the center and pushed it back toward his opponent. Nagata's opponent jumped above the fireball barely escaping it and threw a fuma shuriken at Nagata. Aiming his palm at the shiriken Nagata fired two pulses of air. One to slow the shuriken and the other to push it away. Nagata then fired a third slightly to the left of the shuriken and just as he planned his opponent dodged the shuriken but was struck by the pulse launching him several yards away. Nagata charged foreword to close the distance. His opponent drew a sword and charged him. Nagata prepared a different technique and formed handsigns then right before his opponent swung at him he spoke. " Futon: Soyokaze no Jutsu!" His opponent was caught off guard as he was sucked into the wind storm that surrounded Nagata and was thrown to the ground. Nagata launched himself into the air and above his opponent and with a final few handsigns he said " Futon: Fukana!" Covering his fist with hardened air he brought it straight down into his opponents chest the sound of breaking bones could easily be heard. Nagata stood and left his broken opponent on the ground to suffer his fate.
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Name: Kiyoshi Katsuo
Rank: Jōnin [ANBU]
Division: Jisshi
RP Sample:
The village of Konoha had come under a distinct sense of foreboding. There had been multiple preliminary attacks on the gates surrounding the township, an attempt at gauging the defenses it seemed, and the ANBU had been called in specifically to help handle the situation. While there had been no casualties, it remained only a matter of time before a real assault was launched, at which point the unknown enemy would be able to form appropriate stratagems to help in their success.
...that was, of course, if the ANBU failed in their current attempts at locating the source of threat.
Katsuo ran across the village rooftops as quickly as his legs could carry him. He moved with a swiftness and grace unlike most, and had begun slowly pulling away from his fellow ANBU comrades; a half-dozen of which followed in his wake. Pulling up short, stopping just shy of the edge of the building that he stood, Katsuo turned and looked behind him, waiting for the others to catch up.
"Come on, we don’t have much time," The young ninja said, irritation clear in his voice. It was one thing to take the time to prepare when you knew of an oncoming attack, but it was another to assume you had time from an enemy that held no schedule or indication of hostility. "Perhaps we should start where the last test of our defenses took place, Sanaka-san? I have the feeling it may have been a ploy by the enemy to attack furthest from their camp, in hopes of making us assume they were on our Eastern side."
The ANBU Captain nodded, coming to a leaping stop beside Katsuo. The older ninja stood straight and looked about, scanning the trees and countryside beyond the gate.
"I agree, Katsuo-kun," The ANBU Captain replied. He promptly turned and faced his team, indicating to each in turn to indicate who would be going where. "You two will head to the South; you two will head North; and Katsuo-san and I will go West. Be careful, and do not engage the enemy alone. Go."
There was a burst of affirmation, and each of the allocated pairs went their various ways, rushing from the rooftop and leaping out of sight.
Katsuo looked to the Captain, smiling beneath his mask despite himself. He enjoyed working alongside Sanaka-san, especially when the other man showed approval of efforts made.
"After you," The young ANBU said, grinning, as the Captain nodded curtly and began running Westward. Katsuo kept close pursuit, and the two passed beyond the border of the city, and entered into the countryside. The two would find the enemy, and they would ensure they didn’t have the chance to endanger the populace of Konoha.
This was what Katsuo vowed.
Not long after leaving the village, Katsuo and his leader soon found signs of what they sought. Within the trees surrounding Konoha, there were various footprints in the ground, indicating a varied group of individuals. Crouching down, Katsuo examined the evidence of passage, and soon narrowed his eyes... the tracks were fresh.
"Katsuo-kun, look out!"
Sanaka’s warning was all that was needed, as Katsuo leaped to his feet. Spinning, the young ANBU saw the Captain clutching at his shoulder, a kunai buried deep within the flesh; and without thought, Katsuo grasped for one of his own throwing knives, pulling the weapon clear from the sheath within his cloak. Looking toward the direction the kunai had come, Katsuo took in a deep breath as he saw four enemy ninja rushing toward the two ANBU...
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Name: Y'sarai, Niaru
Rank: Tokujo
Division: Sakkaku
RP Sample:
Fear is what makes a man, a man. Without it, it makes him a beast. Unfortunately fear is what makes a man weak. So do you sacrifice your fear to become an untame beast, or do you clasp to your fear to maintain your humanity? Gazing down at a man tied against a tree blinded by the bag over his head sighing as his contemplation ended producing no favored answer just before the young man of seventeen years knelt in front of him. Grabbing hold of his prized book that resided on the left side of his utility belt his face enclosed upon the man's hidden face nodding to a fellow shinobi standing near him instructing to remove the bag. "God please! I swear to you I know nothing! I'm just an average infantry ninja! Nothing more I swear!" Voice crackling to it's peak face dripping so heavily one think he'd have drowned the man pleaded for his life to men who no longer bore sympathy let alone sadistic ideas for torture lest they ever get ahold of prisoner. "I do believe you. Matter of fact I'm rather sure that we could've pulled any one of your comrades into your position if they now lived, however, whether or not you possess anything of use to me makes no difference. To be quite honest, you were better of lying for the sake of stalling your life's end." Spreading the book that was now in his left hand opening it Niaru weaved his right hand in the form of prayer closing his eyes as the man screamed loudly to the point of his voice breaking out to silence Niaru opened his eyes turning the book page's toward the man's face. "This will be the last nightmare you will have to bare witness to. That I ensure you." Within a few seconds passing by the frantic movement and tears that once flowed from the prisoner's eyes halted and as the book was withdrawn from covering his face a look of horror remained as if his soul had been taken into the depths of hell. "On to the next one then shall we?"
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Name: Hanzae
Rank: Jonin
Division: Jisshi
RP Sample:
Hanzae twitched, as in, his eye twitched. It was one of the few signs that he was starting to get annoyed, usually accompanied by a heaving sigh and/or a roll of the eyes. The predicament he was stuck in would have been fairly dangerous, had he been a regular civilian of course. His hands were tied by a steel chain that had snaked itself uncomfortably against it's skin. He was going to get scrapes from it, he disliked scrapes. They hurt, and then itched for several weeks afterwards. And the people who put him in this predicament? Well, himself mainly.
As a Jonin, once must do things which should be considered suicidal in order to complete missions. It was not something that Hanzae was new to, and hence the only real feeling he currently had was amusement. He awakened, or pretended to awake. His current disguise was of a high profile client who had assigned him to be his bodyguard. In order to ensure his escape, Hanzae had utilized a Henge and became a scapegoat for the rogue ninja to capture.
As he had suspected, they wanted him alive, primarily to bribe the client's family for a huge amount of money. Though he didn't care much for it, all he needed to do right now was take them down. He had been pretending to sleep for over 4 hours now, it had finally been time for him to wake up. A bright fluorescent bulb shone into his eyes, a man slapped him in the face.
"Nngh..." Hanzae mock awakened, the slap wasn't too hard, but it left a mark, they were going to pay for that soon enough. "W-what... who are you?!" He exclaimed in mock terror, his eyes drew wide and his mouth was agape. It was dry, and he could taste dust in the air, nasty. "Worry not, Busuzima-san. All we need is some money from your family, and we'll be on our way. Should your family not decide to pay however." Hanzae remembered his role, he was the adolescent son of a businessman in medical drugs, he would have been pampered in his lifetime and not be used to such situations. Fear and panic, also anger. Mostly anger though, He had to remember he was adolescent.
"My father's going to KILL YOU WHEN I GET BACK! YOU'LL ALL BE FINISHED." As expected, the head organizer turned back towards him. He wore a mask over his face, but Hanzae was pretty sure he had a sadistic grin over his face. "Well, Busuzima-san, while we have to ensure you're alive, we also need to send your family a reminder of... what is going to happen if they don't comply." The organizer turned to a man behind him, "Lee Roy, cut his thumb off." A burly man, also wearing a balaclava, approached Hanzae. He held a scalpel in his hand. Hanzae's eyes opened wide, pretending fear.
"N-no, wait! I'm sorry, I didn't... NO PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!" As the man approached, the organizer spoke a few more words, the idiot had to fit in a final remark, didn't he? "Try not to scream so much." Hanzae did the opposite of what he said, kicking and screaming, pretending to be as normal as he could in this situation. And just as the man named Lee Roy was about to raise his blade, "PLEASE DON'T DO THIS--" He sobbed false tears, "I BEG YO-- Oh what the hell I'm bored already." The fear in the client had gone away, replaced by an expression of annoyance. Lee Roy paused for a moment, confused by his sudden shift in persona.
Hanzae burst into a cloud of smoke, covering all of the lit room with gas. As soon as it released a different man, about 6'5, wearing a shinobi flak vest was replaced the scrawny adolescent. His face stretched into an odd expression.
"S-shinobi..."
"Damn right I am." Hanzae scratched his butt, relieving himself of the itch he couldn't reach because his hands were tied back with metal. "So... like, my mission was to protect my client. They didn't say any shit about killing you... but, I don't like you guys. Soooo! I believe that I'll just kill all of you, and write that it was justified self-defense under dire circumstances. Don't worry though, it won't hurt much." Hanzae huffed in some air, and blew.
Fire escaped from his lips, touching the wire that he had set up previously as he was detained, igniting the very spots he had intended his captors to be in. In seconds, the room was covered in flames, and the sounds of people screaming in agony were heard. Hanzae had already exited the room. Right now, the only thing that went through his mind was--
"Pfft, Psyche."
And he walked off. and clicked his fingers, the entire establishment in which the organization had been working in erupted into multiple explosions. As if fists of fire erupted from the ground and wrecked everything in it's path. Explosive tags were pretty handy things to have, especially when cooking oil was available around as well.
"And that's for scraping my wrists, assholes."
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