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Near The ArrogantCitizen
Ryo : 9000
And so it came to the world as new knowledge of what would be the books that told of the world that burned by the whim of a God that there was once a man that could rule just like a God. He was a man that know one but his beautiful sister could understand. They had a view that bring the two together as a family. This man had only her to lose but he knew that she could take care of herself. The man brought darkness unto the world and chaos that could and would easily be fixed by the humans. He was simply here as the master of the test that they would all fail. If they fought him they would perish. If they feared him they would perish. A ruthless God that wanted blood. But wanted love more than anything. This God was known as Near.
His death was certain with that of the others in the old world. but he still lived as fear in the world. Near the arrogant buried and gone. Though as of recent times his legacy grew and his name began to spread through the air once more. "NEAR is back!" The humans would yell but it was No more than a simple prank. that came true. Was he a zombie or had he never died. over 400 years and he lived. But No his genes simply passed on from one human to another mixing and creating his angel like race. A sound of thunder crackled the angels enraged with power and touched the ground. A need boy was finally born with the same views of the world as near himself.
A boy named Resonate. A strange name meant for a strange boy. This boy had a look much like the young near but older. A strange occupancy of the family and the genes that they possessed. The young boy, around the age of 23, sat at the river and watched as it flowed in the direction toward the ocean. This boy gave himself a new name after becoming a killer. That name was Near. Was this to strike fear in people as he walked by, or was it to continue a legacy of evil with the pure bloodline the man came from. DNA and molecular mixtures were the only things that kept him and Near together and yet they kept the two apart from the pureness of the blood.
The young boy wanted Nothing more but to be like that man that crushed the world and laughed as they tried their best to fight back And win their honor back. This story was going to be just that. And the ending would end with the death of many or a few. And this story now starred a new character. a iwagakure Jounin known now as Near the Arrogant and at this river the story began: Staring down at the river and the rocks that lied deep in it the boy sigh a bit. His killing meter that gauge his fun was low and he was ready to murder the next thing to appear to him. Whether it was a fish or even a human he would kill it without a second thought. But something would supress that and calm him to a state of tranquility. Near's hand set in the water and the water would be parted by his fingers and continue it's flow on to the great sea. "If there lives a man that can become the devil with the death of one than there lives a man that can become a God with their own life." He would utter to himself.
611/2000 Thunder Release training.
His death was certain with that of the others in the old world. but he still lived as fear in the world. Near the arrogant buried and gone. Though as of recent times his legacy grew and his name began to spread through the air once more. "NEAR is back!" The humans would yell but it was No more than a simple prank. that came true. Was he a zombie or had he never died. over 400 years and he lived. But No his genes simply passed on from one human to another mixing and creating his angel like race. A sound of thunder crackled the angels enraged with power and touched the ground. A need boy was finally born with the same views of the world as near himself.
A boy named Resonate. A strange name meant for a strange boy. This boy had a look much like the young near but older. A strange occupancy of the family and the genes that they possessed. The young boy, around the age of 23, sat at the river and watched as it flowed in the direction toward the ocean. This boy gave himself a new name after becoming a killer. That name was Near. Was this to strike fear in people as he walked by, or was it to continue a legacy of evil with the pure bloodline the man came from. DNA and molecular mixtures were the only things that kept him and Near together and yet they kept the two apart from the pureness of the blood.
The young boy wanted Nothing more but to be like that man that crushed the world and laughed as they tried their best to fight back And win their honor back. This story was going to be just that. And the ending would end with the death of many or a few. And this story now starred a new character. a iwagakure Jounin known now as Near the Arrogant and at this river the story began: Staring down at the river and the rocks that lied deep in it the boy sigh a bit. His killing meter that gauge his fun was low and he was ready to murder the next thing to appear to him. Whether it was a fish or even a human he would kill it without a second thought. But something would supress that and calm him to a state of tranquility. Near's hand set in the water and the water would be parted by his fingers and continue it's flow on to the great sea. "If there lives a man that can become the devil with the death of one than there lives a man that can become a God with their own life." He would utter to himself.
611/2000 Thunder Release training.
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- Near The ArrogantCitizen
- Ryo : 9000
Near, as he sat alone, began to sing to himself a poem that kept the beliefs alive in the great clan of the Rivers. His lips would part and his words flowed from his mouth in a lovely tone. "..The winds blow with the movement of their wings.... the ocean moves with their first step on to the dreadful earth.... Retracting and becoming one with all... their flesh resembles even that of living being... those who believe see the light... those who deny awaken their wrath... I live to see the day that their wings grow back... and they fly once again into the sky....." He would stop speaking as the water began to move away from the mans hand. The basic needs for the chakra that rested in the boys body was the poem that many knew of.. but the real question was whether they actually knew the meaning to this poem. Much like an activation phrase, it gave certain humans the access to the chakra of the angels, the Thunder Release. Near slowly closed his eyes as he could feel his chakra mix inside and slowly.. as it mixed something appeared to him. It looked much like an hour glass. This hour glass showed a representation of both the users wind and lightning chakra. The lightning chakra seemed to move in an uncontrollable fashion, keeping its distance from the wind chakra, its color much like that of a yellow one, and its texture almost untouchable. On the other side of the hour glass was the wind chakra which was represented by a light blue and white color, as it moved loosely in the hour glass. The two chakra began to meet at a point in the glass, this point much like point that the sand grains slowly passed through as they counted the time feeling the bottom of the hour glass.
Near began to move his hand back and forth, causing the water to fill the parts the hand moved away from and back away in the parts it moved closer to. A type of light began to appear around Near's hand. This light was a bright white color, causing a sensation of glowing to appear in the eyes of anybody that sat back and watched this phenomenon. Inside of Near's body the hour glass began to mix the two elements and create the Element known as Thunder. The first drop of sand fell through the hour glass, this represented the first true drop of the Thunder Release chakra. The ones stored in the body of the human, this know as the Dormant Thunder, was named an impure Thunder in the River clan. As this drop fell it would lie on the bottom of the hour glass. The hour glass would begin to crack and the piece of chakra would lay on the bottom. As the second grain of thunder fell even more would fall only seconds after it. As they fell in bunches they would cause the hour glass to rumble and crack open. This occurance caused for the hole that separated the wind and lightning from the Thunder to open. A large amount of Thunder chakra flowed from it and into the depths of the Chakra abyss.
Near would open an eye and the chakra that flowed through out his body would begin a type of chain. the other dormant chakra would begin its awakening period as it let off its first vibration. This causing the water to be pushed back so much that the bottom of the river could be easily seen. It moved in a circular motion. As it did so it began to splash on to the bank around it. The glow grew around the boys arm and he could do nothing more than give off his special evil grin that everyone seemed to be unaware of. Using his free hand he would push back the hair that flew across his face as even the wind was slightly affected by the chakra of thunder. "The chakra that legends spoke of.. lives in this family of Angels." Near would say as he would remove his hand from the vicinity of the river and slip it into his pocket. He would slowly make his way onto his hands and walk toward the forest. As he turned his head slightly to peer at the river he saw it rush back into the hole, slowly swirling as it returned back to its normal flow. Near would continue his walk as he stepped up to a tree. Removing his hand from his pocket he would move it backwards and he balled his fist up and concentrated his chakra in his body toward his hand once more. With all his force he made an impact with the tree. With this impact came the sound of thunder crashing with the ground. The thunder chakra caused for the tree to smoke as small amounts of smoke would leave the tree, and in its place would be the young boys fist in a crater that sat in the tree. the tree still stood tall but the boys arm would flop down, almost as it he couldnt move it, although he truly could not move his arm. An imperfect jutsu that simply needed to be mastered. Near would fall to his knees and look at the ground for a second. The movement of his arm was nothing compared to what he had done in his lifetime and this brought back the memory of that dreadful day.
Near could remember the day his brother would die. The day in which his brothers arm would be taken away for the means of Near to gain even more power. This was a day that near took upon himself for a choice. Near spent twenty minutes on the ground as he would remember this day. He would return to his senses and make his way back to his feet. looking up to the sky he could feel the rain was about to pour down. Everyday was a sad day to him if the rain fell to the ground. Walking through the forest he would begin the stops to the chakra's dormant stage. The light around his body would begin to go dull and cease to exist. His arm remained paralyzed, and a few cracks made their way into his bones. Near reached for his arm and held it close as he walked away from the River... this River he would call Tenshi River.. As it reminded him of an Angel's touch. His lips parted as he said his farewells. "Good bye you sweet soft river, May your water some day return to the sea and the ocean." Near would walk into the dark forest that touched the land that iwagakure now took its inhabitance in. The New land that near took upon himself to lead and call his own.
Near would now be going home with the power of the Angels, the power of his clan that he was rightfully entitled to. He would return and he would bring the good word to the people that a new god was to roam the world with the power of more than a angel. As the clouds in the sky would form the rain would fall from the sky and wet the ground. "The angels are crying for yet another lost soul in the battle for what is right.. they are crying for my soul that has been taken over by hubris.. by my pride." Near would say as he stepped into the darkness of the forest. What more was their to say but the fact that maybe there were angels out their that watched over the world, but had they been original angels or the angels of the dead, those who watched over the people they once loved and wanted nothing more but to keep them safe by any means necessary. The Real Angels, those who existed even before that of the creation of humans lives, the angels locked out of heaven because of the one sexual act of that manly angel, his love for a human cause the chain, but his love for a human caused God to erase him from life. But to erase a young boy who had no such involvement would be against what a figure of love would be about, Letting him live would be the one thing that would win the love of the humans once more. But only one man could bring that angelic race back, Near the original, who would use his research to inject his own flesh and blood with the remaining Angelic figures blood. The race that once died would forever live with the acts of a god of destruction and creation.
2075/2000
Learned Thunder Release :3
Near began to move his hand back and forth, causing the water to fill the parts the hand moved away from and back away in the parts it moved closer to. A type of light began to appear around Near's hand. This light was a bright white color, causing a sensation of glowing to appear in the eyes of anybody that sat back and watched this phenomenon. Inside of Near's body the hour glass began to mix the two elements and create the Element known as Thunder. The first drop of sand fell through the hour glass, this represented the first true drop of the Thunder Release chakra. The ones stored in the body of the human, this know as the Dormant Thunder, was named an impure Thunder in the River clan. As this drop fell it would lie on the bottom of the hour glass. The hour glass would begin to crack and the piece of chakra would lay on the bottom. As the second grain of thunder fell even more would fall only seconds after it. As they fell in bunches they would cause the hour glass to rumble and crack open. This occurance caused for the hole that separated the wind and lightning from the Thunder to open. A large amount of Thunder chakra flowed from it and into the depths of the Chakra abyss.
Near would open an eye and the chakra that flowed through out his body would begin a type of chain. the other dormant chakra would begin its awakening period as it let off its first vibration. This causing the water to be pushed back so much that the bottom of the river could be easily seen. It moved in a circular motion. As it did so it began to splash on to the bank around it. The glow grew around the boys arm and he could do nothing more than give off his special evil grin that everyone seemed to be unaware of. Using his free hand he would push back the hair that flew across his face as even the wind was slightly affected by the chakra of thunder. "The chakra that legends spoke of.. lives in this family of Angels." Near would say as he would remove his hand from the vicinity of the river and slip it into his pocket. He would slowly make his way onto his hands and walk toward the forest. As he turned his head slightly to peer at the river he saw it rush back into the hole, slowly swirling as it returned back to its normal flow. Near would continue his walk as he stepped up to a tree. Removing his hand from his pocket he would move it backwards and he balled his fist up and concentrated his chakra in his body toward his hand once more. With all his force he made an impact with the tree. With this impact came the sound of thunder crashing with the ground. The thunder chakra caused for the tree to smoke as small amounts of smoke would leave the tree, and in its place would be the young boys fist in a crater that sat in the tree. the tree still stood tall but the boys arm would flop down, almost as it he couldnt move it, although he truly could not move his arm. An imperfect jutsu that simply needed to be mastered. Near would fall to his knees and look at the ground for a second. The movement of his arm was nothing compared to what he had done in his lifetime and this brought back the memory of that dreadful day.
Near could remember the day his brother would die. The day in which his brothers arm would be taken away for the means of Near to gain even more power. This was a day that near took upon himself for a choice. Near spent twenty minutes on the ground as he would remember this day. He would return to his senses and make his way back to his feet. looking up to the sky he could feel the rain was about to pour down. Everyday was a sad day to him if the rain fell to the ground. Walking through the forest he would begin the stops to the chakra's dormant stage. The light around his body would begin to go dull and cease to exist. His arm remained paralyzed, and a few cracks made their way into his bones. Near reached for his arm and held it close as he walked away from the River... this River he would call Tenshi River.. As it reminded him of an Angel's touch. His lips parted as he said his farewells. "Good bye you sweet soft river, May your water some day return to the sea and the ocean." Near would walk into the dark forest that touched the land that iwagakure now took its inhabitance in. The New land that near took upon himself to lead and call his own.
Near would now be going home with the power of the Angels, the power of his clan that he was rightfully entitled to. He would return and he would bring the good word to the people that a new god was to roam the world with the power of more than a angel. As the clouds in the sky would form the rain would fall from the sky and wet the ground. "The angels are crying for yet another lost soul in the battle for what is right.. they are crying for my soul that has been taken over by hubris.. by my pride." Near would say as he stepped into the darkness of the forest. What more was their to say but the fact that maybe there were angels out their that watched over the world, but had they been original angels or the angels of the dead, those who watched over the people they once loved and wanted nothing more but to keep them safe by any means necessary. The Real Angels, those who existed even before that of the creation of humans lives, the angels locked out of heaven because of the one sexual act of that manly angel, his love for a human cause the chain, but his love for a human caused God to erase him from life. But to erase a young boy who had no such involvement would be against what a figure of love would be about, Letting him live would be the one thing that would win the love of the humans once more. But only one man could bring that angelic race back, Near the original, who would use his research to inject his own flesh and blood with the remaining Angelic figures blood. The race that once died would forever live with the acts of a god of destruction and creation.
2075/2000
Learned Thunder Release :3
ToumaMissing-Nin (C-rank)
- Stat Page : Wildforce Red
Familiar : Wildforce Grey 
Village : Vagabonds
Ryo : 22000
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