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| − | <font style="color: #000; letter-spacing: 0em;"><strong>A YOUNG SHINOBI</strong> dodging, ducking, jumping back and running away as he was chased down through the outskirts of Yanxia. He panicked as he tried to recall the events that just unfolded before him. It had just happened, a fire in his village, A woman bursting out from the temple doors and running past him, throwing a smoke bomb at her feet before disappearing into the night. The boy looked down and saw a scroll at his feet, one of the items that the intruder must have dropped in their escape. In his curiosity he picked it up. He started to unravel it as he was interrupted by his teacher jumping out after the culrpit, the man yelling out for reinforcements. "Midori-kun..what is that in your hands?" The boy dropped the scroll and got up, sweat dripping from his forehead as he couldn't come up with an answer fast enough to stop his teacher from drawing his blade. The boy was panicking as he ran away, sliding under a tree branch and climbing over the walls of his own village before sprinting out into the forest. A kunai sliced through the young teen's thigh as he screamed out and fell into the dirt. "Ryōken-sama! W-Why are you doing this?!" A stream of tears fell from the boys face as his mentor hovered over him with a blade drawn. "You know it pains me to do this Midori-kun, but you have crossed a line that no other has even tried. Those scrolls were for safe-keeping! Those techniques were hidden away for a reason! A man who cannot even understand that does not deserve his own life!" He brought his blade down into the boys leg. His screams reverberated throughout the forest as he clutched onto his leg. "I-I don't know what you're talking abou-" His voice was cut-off by the blade being drawn out of his leg, bringing another yell from him as he leaned forward and clutched onto his leg, desperately trying to stop the bleeding. "You cannot, and will not lie to me Midori. Where is it?!" He grabbed the boy by the top of his shozoku and pressed him against a tree. "I know you have it, and if you don't I know it isn't far. I will kill you if I must. Do not play with me." The boy wriggled in his grip, trying to slip out. "I don't know where it is! I-I never touched i-" Another scream echoed through the trees as his shoulder was pierced next. "If you will not tell me, than I have no more use for you." He brought his blade to the boy's throat and pressed the edge against it. "You always disgusted me. You half-bred mistake of our sensei. This is a service to our clan." The grizzled shinobi pressed his blade harder against his throat. "Last chance Midori-kun. This is your last chance at any hope of survival. Tell me where it is!" He exclaimed out in pain, the boy had picked up the thrown kunai with his foot and stabbed it into his groin. "You were never going to let me live..." The teen's breathing was weak, and his eyelids were heavy as he backed away tried to increase the distance between them.<br><br> With a thud the boy backed into something that wasn't there before. "F-Father..?" He looked up to be met with glazed over eyes before he was grabbed. "F-Father no! Please don't do t-this! I don't want to die..." The grizzled shinobi pulled the kunai out of his leg with a grunt as he walked over to them. "You really thought you would be able to escape us? You naive child. That cockiness you displayed would always be your downfall, I was sure of it." He looked up at the other shinobi, his sensei and senior in rank. "Kaito-sama...Why are you here now? No man should have to watch his own child be executed for treason." The boy was kicked to his knees as he continued to plead, his begging for mercy being drowned out by his own sobbing. The boy's father was silent as he watched the scene unfold before him with his fist clenched, nails digging into his palm. "It's over musuko. I'm sorry I failed you." He looked down at his son, the boy look up at him with bright green eyes, his pointed ears twitching as he quivered in fear for his life. A memory flashed back to him of the boy's mother. A love lost to the greed of those who live in this world. He could feel himself breaking as his subordinate brought his sword to the back of his child's neck. "Kaito, you're going to want to look away." The man brought his sword up and back down onto the child's neck. The boy's eyes went dark as he felt himself about to die. The sound of metal clashing together brought the boy back to reality as he looked up, his father's blade the only thing keeping him in the land of the living. "Father...you..why.." His voice was frail, the pool of blood from his leg starting to become considerably large. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he passed out from the loss of blood.<br><br> | + | <font style="color: #000; letter-spacing: 0em;"><strong>A YOUNG SHINOBI</strong> dodging, ducking, jumping back and running away as he was chased down through the outskirts of Yanxia. He panicked as he tried to recall the events that just unfolded before him. It had just happened, a fire in his village, A woman bursting out from the temple doors and running past him, throwing a smoke bomb at her feet before disappearing into the night. The boy looked down and saw a scroll at his feet, one of the items that the intruder must have dropped in their escape. In his curiosity he picked it up. He started to unravel it as he was interrupted by his teacher jumping out after the culrpit, the man yelling out for reinforcements. "Midori-kun..what is that in your hands?" The boy dropped the scroll and got up, sweat dripping from his forehead as he couldn't come up with an answer fast enough to stop his teacher from drawing his blade. The boy was panicking as he ran away, sliding under a tree branch and climbing over the walls of his own village before sprinting out into the forest. A kunai sliced through the young teen's thigh as he screamed out and fell into the dirt. "Ryōken-sama! W-Why are you doing this?!" A stream of tears fell from the boys face as his mentor hovered over him with a blade drawn. "You know it pains me to do this Midori-kun, but you have crossed a line that no other has even tried. Those scrolls were for safe-keeping! Those techniques were hidden away for a reason! A man who cannot even understand that does not deserve his own life!" He brought his blade down into the boys leg. His screams reverberated throughout the forest as he clutched onto his leg. "I-I don't know what you're talking abou-" His voice was cut-off by the blade being drawn out of his leg, bringing another yell from him as he leaned forward and clutched onto his leg, desperately trying to stop the bleeding. "You cannot, and will not lie to me Midori. Where is it?!"<br><br> He grabbed the boy by the top of his shozoku and pressed him against a tree. "I know you have it, and if you don't I know it isn't far. I will kill you if I must. Do not play with me." The boy wriggled in his grip, trying to slip out. "I don't know where it is! I-I never touched i-" Another scream echoed through the trees as his shoulder was pierced next. "If you will not tell me, than I have no more use for you." He brought his blade to the boy's throat and pressed the edge against it. "You always disgusted me. You half-bred mistake of our sensei. This is a service to our clan." The grizzled shinobi pressed his blade harder against his throat. "Last chance Midori-kun. This is your last chance at any hope of survival. Tell me where it is!" He exclaimed out in pain, the boy had picked up the thrown kunai with his foot and stabbed it into his groin. "You were never going to let me live..." The teen's breathing was weak, and his eyelids were heavy as he backed away tried to increase the distance between them.<br><br> With a thud the boy backed into something that wasn't there before. "F-Father..?" He looked up to be met with glazed over eyes before he was grabbed. "F-Father no! Please don't do t-this! I don't want to die..." The grizzled shinobi pulled the kunai out of his leg with a grunt as he walked over to them. "You really thought you would be able to escape us? You naive child. That cockiness you displayed would always be your downfall, I was sure of it." He looked up at the other shinobi, his sensei and senior in rank. "Kaito-sama...Why are you here now? No man should have to watch his own child be executed for treason." The boy was kicked to his knees as he continued to plead, his begging for mercy being drowned out by his own sobbing. The boy's father was silent as he watched the scene unfold before him with his fist clenched, nails digging into his palm. "It's over musuko. I'm sorry I failed you." He looked down at his son, the boy look up at him with bright green eyes, his pointed ears twitching as he quivered in fear for his life. A memory flashed back to him of the boy's mother. A love lost to the greed of those who live in this world. He could feel himself breaking as his subordinate brought his sword to the back of his child's neck. "Kaito, you're going to want to look away." The man brought his sword up and back down onto the child's neck. The boy's eyes went dark as he felt himself about to die. The sound of metal clashing together brought the boy back to reality as he looked up, his father's blade the only thing keeping him in the land of the living. "Father...you..why.." His voice was frail, the pool of blood from his leg starting to become considerably large. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he passed out from the loss of blood.<br><br> |
<strong>THE LIGHT WAS BLINDING</strong> as the boy opened his eyes. He fell out of the crate he was shoved into as it was turned on it's side. The crewmen of the ship exclaiming with words he could not understand. He panicked and ran away until he knew he was safe as he hid in the remains of an abandoned cabin. A tear fell from the boys cheek as he remembered the events of the night before, his life collapsed before him as he was hunted down by those he thought would protect him. The last thing he had left of them was a note stuck to his shozoku by a bloody kunai. "Find your mother." was all it said, with a scribble of what looked like roots of a tree splayed out in blood on the other side of the note. He fell to the floor, tears ruining the font of the note as he clutched it to his chest. He was alone now. Abandoned and almost murdered over some scrolls, remnants of the past. He stood up and walked back towards the docks.<br><br> He had some hope with this note, and there was someone in this world that would accept him. The last thing the dock guards saw was a boy in their teens walking towards them with a straight face as they fell one by one, the first to a foreign throwing blade, the rest caught by surprise as they fell to the floor. He filled his pockets with as much gil as he could hold from the crewmen, taking one of their blades for himself as he checked the "map" left by his father for him, walking forward he knew he was no longer protected by anything, and nothing would protect this world from him.<br><br> | <strong>THE LIGHT WAS BLINDING</strong> as the boy opened his eyes. He fell out of the crate he was shoved into as it was turned on it's side. The crewmen of the ship exclaiming with words he could not understand. He panicked and ran away until he knew he was safe as he hid in the remains of an abandoned cabin. A tear fell from the boys cheek as he remembered the events of the night before, his life collapsed before him as he was hunted down by those he thought would protect him. The last thing he had left of them was a note stuck to his shozoku by a bloody kunai. "Find your mother." was all it said, with a scribble of what looked like roots of a tree splayed out in blood on the other side of the note. He fell to the floor, tears ruining the font of the note as he clutched it to his chest. He was alone now. Abandoned and almost murdered over some scrolls, remnants of the past. He stood up and walked back towards the docks.<br><br> He had some hope with this note, and there was someone in this world that would accept him. The last thing the dock guards saw was a boy in their teens walking towards them with a straight face as they fell one by one, the first to a foreign throwing blade, the rest caught by surprise as they fell to the floor. He filled his pockets with as much gil as he could hold from the crewmen, taking one of their blades for himself as he checked the "map" left by his father for him, walking forward he knew he was no longer protected by anything, and nothing would protect this world from him.<br><br> | ||
<strong>THE DARKNESS WAS SUFFOCATING</strong> as he navigated throughout the caverns of the deepest caves of the Black Shroud. It had been two years since that fateful night, seven-hundred and thirty days of crawling through the mud, sneaking into homes for a meal to eat or somewhere safe to sleep. Gathering clues as to where this map would finally be leading him, an expansive system of connected cave systems. They would eventually lead to a light as he picked up his pace, moving towards it with caution. He knew not to approach any situations with any sort of safety at this point, naivety was not something he could afford to have nowadays. He took cover against a large jagged rock as he heard two men conversing. He drew his blade as he snuck behind them, jumping up and planting one of his blades in the neck of one of the men before ripping it out and slashing the other's throat. He wiped his blade against the clothing of one of now deceased men as he continued his approach.<br><br> His eyes grew wide with awe as he made it further into the compound, an assemblage of what could only be seen as criminals, counting their gil and chatting amongst themselves. He stuck to the shadows as he avoided their eyesight, at second glance he noticed they all were of the same race, tall and pale with pointed ears even longer than his. He avoided them the best he could before being grabbed from behind, he squirmed as he kicked back and jumped away. Drawing his blade and preparing for the worst he lunged at the target. They dodged his blade and pinned him against a wall. "Listen here boy, I don't know who you are bu-" She stopped and gasped as she looked into his eyes, they were as bright a green as hers. This boy wasn't an elezen but his ears still pointed outwards as if he was. She let him go and stepped away for as she took a deep breath and steadied herself. "I-I don't know how you found me, but if you're here it means you must have nowhere else to go." She looked past him for a moment, her eyes widening as she saw two of her men dead and lying on the floor during their routine patrol. A grin formed between the woman's lips as she looked at the bloodied child in front of her. "Come here garçon...I have much to show you."<br><br> | <strong>THE DARKNESS WAS SUFFOCATING</strong> as he navigated throughout the caverns of the deepest caves of the Black Shroud. It had been two years since that fateful night, seven-hundred and thirty days of crawling through the mud, sneaking into homes for a meal to eat or somewhere safe to sleep. Gathering clues as to where this map would finally be leading him, an expansive system of connected cave systems. They would eventually lead to a light as he picked up his pace, moving towards it with caution. He knew not to approach any situations with any sort of safety at this point, naivety was not something he could afford to have nowadays. He took cover against a large jagged rock as he heard two men conversing. He drew his blade as he snuck behind them, jumping up and planting one of his blades in the neck of one of the men before ripping it out and slashing the other's throat. He wiped his blade against the clothing of one of now deceased men as he continued his approach.<br><br> His eyes grew wide with awe as he made it further into the compound, an assemblage of what could only be seen as criminals, counting their gil and chatting amongst themselves. He stuck to the shadows as he avoided their eyesight, at second glance he noticed they all were of the same race, tall and pale with pointed ears even longer than his. He avoided them the best he could before being grabbed from behind, he squirmed as he kicked back and jumped away. Drawing his blade and preparing for the worst he lunged at the target. They dodged his blade and pinned him against a wall. "Listen here boy, I don't know who you are bu-" She stopped and gasped as she looked into his eyes, they were as bright a green as hers. This boy wasn't an elezen but his ears still pointed outwards as if he was. She let him go and stepped away for as she took a deep breath and steadied herself. "I-I don't know how you found me, but if you're here it means you must have nowhere else to go." She looked past him for a moment, her eyes widening as she saw two of her men dead and lying on the floor during their routine patrol. A grin formed between the woman's lips as she looked at the bloodied child in front of her. "Come here garçon...I have much to show you."<br><br> | ||
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Midori Han'nin The Thief of Hearts  A YOUNG SHINOBI dodging, ducking, jumping back and running away as he was chased down through the outskirts of Yanxia. He panicked as he tried to recall the events that just unfolded before him. It had just happened, a fire in his village, A woman bursting out from the temple doors and running past him, throwing a smoke bomb at her feet before disappearing into the night. The boy looked down and saw a scroll at his feet, one of the items that the intruder must have dropped in their escape. In his curiosity he picked it up. He started to unravel it as he was interrupted by his teacher jumping out after the culrpit, the man yelling out for reinforcements. "Midori-kun..what is that in your hands?" The boy dropped the scroll and got up, sweat dripping from his forehead as he couldn't come up with an answer fast enough to stop his teacher from drawing his blade. The boy was panicking as he ran away, sliding under a tree branch and climbing over the walls of his own village before sprinting out into the forest. A kunai sliced through the young teen's thigh as he screamed out and fell into the dirt. "Ryōken-sama! W-Why are you doing this?!" A stream of tears fell from the boys face as his mentor hovered over him with a blade drawn. "You know it pains me to do this Midori-kun, but you have crossed a line that no other has even tried. Those scrolls were for safe-keeping! Those techniques were hidden away for a reason! A man who cannot even understand that does not deserve his own life!" He brought his blade down into the boys leg. His screams reverberated throughout the forest as he clutched onto his leg. "I-I don't know what you're talking abou-" His voice was cut-off by the blade being drawn out of his leg, bringing another yell from him as he leaned forward and clutched onto his leg, desperately trying to stop the bleeding. "You cannot, and will not lie to me Midori. Where is it?!"
Error creating thumbnail: File missing A man in his mid-twenties. He has long pointed ears from his mother's side and black hair accented with bright green highlights and equally as bright green eyes. A red heart tattooed on his left cheek, a permanent marking of members of a now out of order thieves guild based out of the deepest caves of The Black Shroud. A muscular build fitting of one that spends most of their time ending lives or taking things that would rather not be taken. It's rare to see him wearing anything other than clothing as black as his lipstick and as elegant as his techniques. Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Black with green highlights Height: 6'2" Weight: 201lbs Scars & Markings: A bright red heart tattooed on his left cheek, and a deep scar on his right leg and shoulder. A reminder that anyone can betray you. Voice: Sultry and deep, one of his most important tools of negotiation. He speaks with a cadence to manipulate those he wants something from. Whether it be personal, or for a contract. Clothing: A fan of classy yet simple clothing, often can be seen with a white old-rose in his hair. He can be seen wearing brighter colors depending on the season. A fan of the classic red Pince-nez sunglasses during brighter days. Smug and confident, never losing the cockiness he's had since he was a child. As flirty as he is devious, he doesn't hesitate to manipulate or even bed those he can get something from, regarless of gender. Indiscriminate when focused on their task, not one to talk things out with a target. If approached for a contract, He's more concerned about whether you actually have the gil than what you want him to do. A thrill seeker that enjoys the danger of his work, and also cocky enough to take risks that others might see as a death wish.
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