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Name: Akaxam Dream-Claw

Race(s): Dragon

Class: Blood Hound

Appearance(s):
Humanistic:

Dragon:

Rank: Peasant

Powers:
1. Human form – She maintains a human form  typically with no effort on her part. She keeps this form through an innate ability of her kind and it feels as a solid illusion as she may keep this form. Only those with special eyes under the moonlight can see through this form.
2. Communion with the Shadows – When in the darkest of places or a shadow, her form may become like a mist and enter the shadow to travel unnoticed. She can pass from shadow to shadow but her darkness will leave a temporary trail that slowly fades over the time of an hour. While passing from shadow to shadow she can be injured if you can find where she is. Her body is typically a tint darker than the surrounding shadow.
3. Dragon scales – The scales of a dragon are impervious to magics, but that does not mean they cannot be killed by magics in other means.
4. Darkness Magic – She can manipulate darkness through personal magics though moved shadows leave residue that is black and oily. She can create new shadows but if she attempts to commune with the forced shadows, she will move more slowly through them than a regular shadow.
5. Fire Magic – She can manifest and manipulate fire of two colors, red and black. The red flame creates light and allows for elongated shadows. The black flame will eat the light around it and make it slowly turn dark. She can commune with the shadows cast by the red flame and will be slightly hindered by the darkness of the black flame.
6. Hunter’s Scent – She can smell blood that is exposed from about 2 miles away, 5 miles if it is profuse. If she is next to someone, she can smell the blood inside of them, even tell them their heart rate and blood type if she knows it by race. She tends to latch onto more familiar scents first but if there is an off scent in a room of familiar, she will spot it faster.
7. Dragon’s Breath – She has two glands in the top of her mouth. One secretes a concentrated chemical that can spray out at least 15 feet ahead of her. The chemicals contain a foul odor and are flammable. The second gland emits another chemical that reacts with the first to ignite it into a black flame that spurts forth from her mouth. The flames burn black for fifteen minutes and as they lose things to burn, will turn from black, to white, to blue, to yellow, to orange, then red before sizzling out, each phase taking five or more minutes depending on what is burning and how much there is to burn. The hotter the flame the more rapidly it can spread.

Likes:
1. True Darkness.
2. Blood.
3. When humans run and scream in terror.
4. When others run in terror.
5. Hunting.

Fears:
1. True Light.
2. White or Yellow Flames.
3. Enclosed spaces.
4. Electric fences.
5. Beings that don’t bleed.

Are you Insane if so what is your drive:
She is a sadist who’s goal in life is to taste every kind of blood at least once.

Weapons:
1. Herself and the shadows of her surroundings.

History:

Akazam has lived in this world through her life, the dragons of the shadows having moved there to live some time before. She was given away by her parents at a young age to live amongst the peasants and develop there with her brothers and sisters. If she could survive until a later age, she would be accepted back as a noble. Her and her siblings survived together for the longest time until she, as the first borne of the group, began to feel odd urges. These urges lead to her sending all but one of her younger siblings out to hunt while she stayed behind with them. The sibling wondered why her big sister wanted him to stay back with her. She pinned him as if she was about to give him joy, only to bite open his throat and consume the gaping bite she took from him. She then picked up the form upside down and drained his blood into her mouth. She then ran off ahead to rejoin the other siblings on their hunt, pulling them one by one behind to taste each of their blood and end them. From this batch, she was the only one to survive. This fine tuned her sense of smell to the point she could track the scent of blood. She refined this scent but only while hunting, tracking and consuming humans after toying with their heads. During this time, she discovered the natural abilities of shadows her species were allowed and toyed with the fire she could have, nearly smoking herself out with a yellow fire once causing her to forget to ever use it and fear it. She was to be allowed back once she hit adulthood, but refused to rejoin the rest of them, maintaining her status as a peasant to hunt more silently. She knew she’d be watched, but her goals were simple and clear.

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I will abide by these laws.

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Orochimaru made sure that Ryū had followed him the whole way back, always peeking over his shoulder in a way that was covert. He got her back down into the sound village, walking her back to the table he had her strapped on. He pointed at it and said, “You will be back onto there and I will be doing as I was going to do. Your body needs a certain amount of care that it can’t get from you normally.”

Ryū took a deep breath and looked at the table, the cold slab she’d been tied to before. She looked back over at Orochimaru as she removed her mask and set it aside. She wanted to speak, and before she could fully figure out what she wanted to say, she spoke, “I have been figuring out the body on my own based on what I know. The Akamichi need a larger amount than most for their chakra, right?” She stepped over to the slab and her fingers carefully untied the top left, slipping the belt from its latch and off the prong. After sliding the belt out of the buckle, she’d do the same to the top right with just a shift of her body. Then she’d kneel down and repeat the same to the bottom right and shift to the bottom left to do the same. Once finished, she would stand and place herself against the slab and raise her arms to be buckled back in. She was somewhat proud that her lips were no longer tripping up her speaking.

Orochimaru gazed over her and admired her willingness to get in despite not truly knowing what he was going to do to her. He did give her a nod to note that her information was accurate, reaching up and grasping her wrist gently as he put it where he exactly wanted it to be before using his other hand to take the belt and pull it tight so her wrist absolutely could not move. He even jerked her arm to be sure it wouldn’t budge. He did the same to the other wrist and her ankles, and for good measure he put the slab up off the ground with a small pillar. Then he took an IV needle and placed it into her left arm on her inner elbow as he was careful to place it so it wouldn’t bend or get ripped out. He then taped it in place using medical grade adhesive.
Ryū watched him carefully, her eyes following each movement as he had strapped her in. She felt the tug and hissed slightly at the slight pain in her wrist from it. She liked it. She bit onto her lip, feeling the cold needle enter her arm and be made to stay, the adhesive gripping her firm. She made her eyes watch his, as if looking for something other than the clinical strapping up and something more, better. She took in a deep breath, all her muscles relaxed and her veins unconstricted, even when her feet could no longer touch the ground. She decided to ask a peculiar question, “Are you going to place poison into me again?” She tried to stop biting her lip but the question only made her teeth want to tear at the skin more.
Orochimaru pulled over a bag full of saline with a tube attached with it nearly at the bottom of the tube. He hooked it up right as it was about to start dripping out and then turned his head to her as she asked him a question. He twisted the tube into place carefully as to not rotate the needle in her arm and made sure the drip was on even so it wouldn’t flood her system nor give her too little. He finally responded, “Yes, I am. Is there a problem with that?” His eyes remained focused as he grabbed one of the needles and placed it against the top of a vial, pressing it in before pulling the plunger to fill the syringe with the sleep poison inside. He jabbed it into the tubing and carefully began to feed it into the saline.
The saline felt cold as it entered Ryū’s body, a soft shiver as it moved through her arm. She shook her head in response to the question asked to her question. She had no problem with this at all, she welcomed it and wanted it badly. She didn’t like that reminance of focus even though she knew he looked into her eyes. She forced herself to stop biting her lip as she watched him nab the syringe and fill it with that sweet poison. Her body moved a bit in anticipation as she tried to hide her squirming. Then he placed it into the tube. She could feel the difference as the temperature was warmer with the poison in it. She pressed her head back against the slab and took in a deep breath, her fingers twitching slightly every now and again. She ended up staring at the ceiling, grey rocks and their rippling shadows beginning to blur as the poison took near immidiate effect. She exhaled heavily and almost sounded jagged as she tried to fight off the sleep. She rolled her shoulders forward and back as she tried to focus, but the words came out of her mouth in hushed whispers, “More, put in more.” She was having trouble fighting it off as it was but it was an exhillerating feeling as it pumped through her.
Orochimaru gave a somewhat worried glance, watching her fight it expecially once the entire syringe had been emptied into it. He could tell just from her respiration that she was fighting it hard. The motions were just hints that she’d need to let it wear off first but her breathy demand hit his ears. He glanced her over once more and thought about it. He extended his pointer and middle fingers on his right hand, keeping them together as he pressed the tips against her jugular to feel for the pulse in her vein. He silently counted in his mind to find her heart was racing but not to full extent, it was clear the sedative was keeping the heart rate down despite her being very excited about it. He decided it was alright to give her another full dose. He pressed the syringe into the sleeping poison vile again and filled the syringe once again completely full before moving back to the tube and injecting the sedative slowly. Then he stood back and watched her carefully.
Ryū had enjoyed the touch of his cold fingers to her throat, holding still for him so he could get a read. She noticed he seemed to think on this a moment before he fulfilled her request, her kikaichu sleepily crawling out of the holes in her hands to find other places to rest, thinking this was completely insane. It wasn’t to her, it was exciting and adventurous. She felt the next syringe get injected and she felt the sweet bliss as her vision blurred further, her rocking against the confinements that held her tightly to the slab. She breathed deeply and tried to keep her eyes open, having trouble with it now but she was not going to let it happen. She didn’t feel enough of what she wanted though. She wanted to feel some pain, real physical pain. She called out to him, “Hit me! Cut me! Come on!” She writhed agianst the elevated platform and waited for a comply.
Orochimaru watched her actions carefully and when her sudden outburst came, he was a bit shocked. He had to think on this, deciding it was best not to for right now. He instead stood there and let her scream her demands at him, him waiting for the sedatives to begin to slightly wear off which would take about thirty minutes so he could begin to do it again.

[Lord English]

Mr Haruno looked at the late student and cocked his head a bit as his eyes focused and put things together. He sighed as his ears twitched and said, “She doesn’t sound like that. Reveal yourself.” He picked up Mr Pank’s body and threw it out the open door into the hallway despite the medical nin tugging on his arm and telling him not to fruitlessly, muscles rippling on his arms. He then turned his attention back to the entering student as the pupils locked hard onto her but in a friendly manner and said, “You didn’t study her mannerisms very well, did you? Guessing you are Muri since the others aren’t good enough to do her right off the bat and you worked with her.” He smirked to her and continued, “They didn’t promote me for nothing.” He did question the integrity of the Hokage but it was obvious he wanted something less pathetic to protect him.

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Simple walked a while and found some small cactus, bending down and looking at them with a squinted smile. He chuckled a bit and said, “Hey tiny cactus! I am going to name you Freckle.” He stood back up to keep walking until a sword was stuck right in between his feet from nowhere. He looked at it and tilted his head, “Dude…” Then he heard Dagon’s voice but his mind was definitely seeing the sword talk. He grabbed the handle and picked it up, “Whatever you say man. I ain’t got much shit going on so life or endless death seems so damn chill with me bro. What’s your name talking sword dude?” He felt the weight being heavier than he was used to, placing it back down in the sand and waiting for the sword to respond.

He took out a roll of duct tape and unraveled his bed roll, placing a layer of duct tape on the bottoms and the sides. He then placed a second layer on the bottom with the sticky end facing up and a small tab holding it to the bed. Then he placed a layer on top of that one with the edges sticking out further than the bed. He then took a strand of duct tape and placed it out around the edge carefully with the sticky side out so it faced out and away from the sides of the bed, tucking the tabs up onto it. He did this the whole way around the edge carefully, then pressing a layer the other way to overlap the top and alternating until there was a foot and a half wall around his bed roll.

He took a sigh as he looked at his work and he picked up the sword to place it onto the bed roll. He then sat in the bed roll and placed his pack off to the side as he took out a bag of chips. They were broiled unsalted potato slices that were so good and crunchy. He thought about other things he could try and he wanted to make a canopy, with a place for wind to squeeze through and a rain collector. That might have just been the weed talking, though. He decided to sit back, eat a bit, and relax to wait for nightfall. Couldn’t be too much longer, he thought, but he didn’t have a good sense of time.

[Lord English]

Mr Pank was very upset still and looked at the raising Rai in the back. He looked at him with a glare and said, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! SIT YOUR ASS BACK DOWN!!!”

Mr Haruno glared at Mr Pank as his brows furrowed deeply. His nostrils flared as he took an angry and strong breath. He spoke out, “You never talk to a student like that no matter their age. He is a student and thus close to being a ninja. Closer than you ever got, Vittl.”

Mr Pank’s face contorted and he shook his head as he yelled back, “EVERY TEAM NEEDS A BRAIN, TEBASHI!”

Mr Haruno folded his arms over his chest and he smirked, the frown leaving his face as he took this as a challenge. “Team members need brains in order to function together and the strength and speed to pull their weight. The team balance rests in the three prime areas of specializations, Ninjutsu, Genjutsu, and Taijutsu with possible branched specializations depending on the team.” He flipped his hand palm up, he was hoping to give Rai time to do what he was going to do and keep Mr Pank’s attention on him for a while. He flicked his pointer and middle fingers to make Mr Pank take the challenge.

Mr Pank turned red again and said in a balanced voice for once, “No, you need a brain, a powerhouse, and a speed demon. That is how it works.”

“Not how it used to work,” Mr Haruno engaged into a very intelligent debate. “Yes you can have those with those three areas filled, but if you do not have a specialist in Ninjutsu, Genjutsu, and Taijutsu, you are making a weak point. Even if two members cover one and a half, at least there is a full team with a third being a wild or the brains. Where as if someone focuses just strength, yes they can do Taijutsu but not much else. Someone who focuses speed it just that, fast. As for intelligence, with nothing else it makes them a useless target and a sitting duck. That is what you always were in practice, a damsel in distress where myself and Horai had to get you out of shit. And look where we all are. I as the Taijutsu specialist got into teaching and now promoted to head of ANBU. Horai is sitting pretty like a vice president for his brother and he was Genjutsu and Ninjutsu. And you… poor pathetic you…”

“Shut up…” Mr Pank demanded as his face seemed to turn from red to blue.

“You are just a substitute teacher.” Haruno smirked and showed his teeth because he knew what would come next. Mr Pank ended up passing out from not breathing in his fit of anger. Haruno then looked at them and said, “All of you, I hope you learned something today.” He spotted the tiny bird out of the window but didn’t draw attention to it, looking at them. His nurse was tugging on him, trying to get him to sit down again. He continued to refused despite shaking legs.

[Lord English]

Tamekaze was happily satisfied with this, watching from the floor as she handed out hints. “Don’t lock your elbow, it looked like it went a little flat.” To the kick she spoke up, “Be careful what part of your foot you are using. You may end up hurting yourself more than your opponent.” She was trying to do what she could from her laying spot, looking at her.

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Hatake looked him over a moment as he was asked such. He felt his chakra return to its normal flow as he took in a deep breath. He nodded to what he was and watched as the clone went to work. He turned and allowed Haruso to do as he wished, heading back to the main room in order to procure lunch. He got to work piecing together a fine steak with some rosemary and other garnishes. He finely chopped the herbs and went to the cold section to slice off a hunk of cow meat. He pressed the herbs onto it as he wandered back to the main area and cut the large slab in two.  He placed it onto a pan on the fire, hovering by a few poles. He then went and pulled carrots, beans, and celery, cleaning and cutting them to be put in a boiling pot of water to make them soft and more appealing. He let them sit and decided since it would be a while, to go apply more black dye to his hair. He went to his room and rubbed black dye right into his hair, washing his gloves off afterwards and returning to watch the pot boil and prepare to turn the meat.

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Tamekaze nodded and thought as she was helped to roll over. She sighed in shame and then looked at Jane as she thought. She really didn’t want Jane looking through all of her files. She said, “How about we work on your natural abilities. Punch the dummies and I will guide you from down here.” She was pleased with this plan and knew she’d have to restrain herself from moving for now.

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Mr Pank placed his hands onto his head as Muri jumped out of the window and didn’t know what to do. He then marked her as deceased in the attendance book. The door was opened by the ANBU outside that had heard her speech. He looked out the window and then to Mr Pank as his head tilted. He stepped in as best he could and looked at the chart to see what just happened then looked up at Mr Pank and said, “You don’t know a damned thing, do you?”
Mr Pank’s face returned red again and he was going to correct him but instead said, “THE STUDENT COMMITTED SUICIDE! SHE JUMPED OUT OF THE WINDOW OF A SIXTEENTH FLOOR OF A TWENTY STORY BUILDING. SHE IS DEAD.”
The ANBU removed his mask to show Mr Haruno’s face beneath and his pink hair coming out as he continued, “She is of a certain clan relative to the Uchiha. They-”
“SO?!” Mr Pank interrupted and continued, “UCHIHA CAN’T FLY AS FAR AS I HAVE SEEN!”
Mr Haruno smirked and said, “You really are an idiot. She’s not an Uchiha, she’s an off branch.”
“THEY CAN’T FLY,” Mr Pank argued.
Mr Haruno chuckled and said, “She can. She’s a Fenikkusu Clan.”
Mr Pank just gave him a confused look and started flipping through a book. Mr Haruno slammed his fist down onto the book, not harming it but breaking the desk beneath it.

Ryū was glad when the man broke eyesight to go inside the door though she went to the inner vent to find her target was gone. She was pissed and her Kidaichu felt it. They decided to head out around the school again and resume devouring the noninnocent as her Kikaichu returned into her body. She felt a hand wrap around her neck and she gasped barely. She turned a bit and saw Orochimaru had caught up to her. He pulled her gently by her throat back down through the vents and out, not letting go until they were outside of the building. He looked at her as he said, “You almost revealed us.”
Ryū looked down and said, “I am sorry… I got sick of waiting…”
Orochimaru looked her over and noticed she had brought food with her, she’d been figuring out her body all this time. He started running to head back, Ryū looking down as she followed and ran swiftly behind him, knowing that he was most likely going to train her hard for this insolence.

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Mr Pank was infuriated by the response and tried hard to remain angry when the student nearly fell over. He then yelled as loud as he could possibly muster, “GET OUT OF MY CLASSROOM NOW! YOU ARE EXPELLED!” His entire face turned red as he yelled and it seemed like he was making the room shake with the volume he could muster. There was even veins exposing on his forehead from the sheer anger and force.

Ryū remained silent and vigilant in the vent. She was caught off guard by the loud echoing sound of Mr Pank’s yelling and almost lost balance in the vent. She steadied herself then the sound of the elevator caught her ears, was this a late student? She moved swiftly into the parts of the vent that was closer to the elevator. She watched as a man came from it. He seemed to be having trouble walking but was wearing an ANBU outfit, a peculiar one with pink marking on the mask. He had a medical nin following him with a wheelchair insisting he sit. Ryū wasn’t able to see it herself, but he had wraps around his knees. She followed the wobbling man as he went towards the class room then stopped at her origenal vent point to watch for her target to come out of the door. He looked up at the vent and it was as if he could see her. She froze and stayed locked with what was most likely where his eyes were under that ANBU mask as she hoped he didn’t see her as a threat. He just kept staring despite the medical nin trying to unlock his gaze.

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Tamekaze’s light teal eyes looked up at Jane’s eyes. A small smirk would appear as evident by the cheeks raising ever so slightly to the pull. She spoke in a happy voice, “I just got over excited is all.” She took a deep breath and tried to push herself to rest flat on her back once more. The next breath brought an undertone of sadness as she spoke, “I get rather restless, recovering or not. I am used to busy busy busy and do do do.” She shut her eyes for a moment and  opened them as she thought about the Jutsus and what could be done or learned. She was attempting to formulate a plan to feel like she was doing something while laying there. Nothing was coming to mind.

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Mr Pank stopped his scribblings and turned to his desk. He took out his book and his mouth was moving but his words were so silent they were unheard. He removed a pen from a drawer in the desk and started writing something down in the attendance book. His pen pointed at Muri as he seemed to be talking still and then at the door. He seemed rather angry about the outbursts from her and wanted her to leave, so it seemed. It was very unclear and he seemed to not know how silently he was speaking.

Ryū watched carefully through the vent and her mask as her eyes locked on the target she wanted through the grate. She only shifted her vision down a bit as Mr Pank turned to write something and motion frantically. She supposed it might have been throwing her target out. She sent out silent signals to her insects, two cat sized Kidaichu at the back vent and two more at the vent she was currently at as the rest of the swarm followed her to a vent that connected to a hallway. She was careful not to step too heavily nor for her swarm to fly while in the vents to minimize the noise. She waited as she watched, hoping she would see her target in the hallway soon.

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Hatake was thinking on what to do next until the student wandered off. He took a slight look to the ground, wrapping his left hand around his right as he rubbed his thumb against the palm. Even if the hands were in the way, he stared past them. He walked to where he threw down his cloth mask and Oni mask nearly absently as he refocused his eyes. He bent at the knees and allowed his hands to drop, the left resting on his thighs as the right wrapped its fingers around the cloth that went on his face. He lifted it up to his head and raised his left  hand to grasp the other side of this full face mask and pull it over the long portion of his silver locks. He made sure the bottom tucked firmly against his skin and was trapped beneath his clothes. His hands released the bottom after it was firmly tucked and checked the top rim, assuring that his forehead flesh was not showing and just the top short hair which would soon need redyed to black once more as the silver roots showed. His hands returned down with a simple extension of his arms as they grasped his Oni mask. He placed his right hand onto the front of the mask before releasing his left hand from the bottom. He placed the mask directly over his face as it stuck onto the special cloth without a problem, needing effort to be removed.

Legs extending, he would stand fully upright as he turned towards where the student wandered off. He bent his left foot to begin walking towards the door. His posture stated his pride in who he was as the steps were firm and the posture would not shift a tad bit. He rolled his steps smooth as if walking across silk, his footsteps mostly unnoticeable. He made his way to Haruso’s room but would not enter, staying off to the side as only a sideways view of the mask would be available. His dual colored eyes focused through one hole, peering at Haruso from his place in the hallway. His pupils focused onto the golf ball, the clones not phasing him as it was said Naruto had once used them to perform the rasengan.

As he watched the ball grow, it wasn’t much of a Rasengan anymore as it was a floating chidori. He watched the clones burn and this made him think on this perhaps being perfected later but that the student should perhaps learn the Chidori first and then Wind chakra element. His mind ran through some possibilities as he then saw the ball fizzle out. His nostrils concaved slightly as he took in air deeply through his nose, his chest pulling out from him before a relaxed breath left and they returned to normal. His mass thought process  ended  with a firm agreeance with himself to teach him one and then the other.

“You are going to find what you  want to learn rather difficult to muster with your element,” Hatake spoke in a clear voice as his stance shifted to show more of himself in the doorway, a pivot of at least sixty degrees, “I will teach you what you partially did then we may work on wind element if you are sure you want to learn that certain move.”

He placed his right hand in front of himself, his arm slightly bent with his fingers curled but not clenched in. He took his left hand and wrapped it around his right arm at about the elbow, careful not to press his own pressure point. He took a deep breath in once more as his chakra focused down into hand and lightning began to crackle out from his wrist down to his finger tips. The crackling turned to sharp chirping as the lightning whipped out. He the turned a swift ninety degrees to his right and a step away from the door as his flung diagonally up and towards the wall, the impact being fierce enough to cause a decent indent of a foot in depth and a foot wide. The crackle then stopped and he turned back towards Haruso, a mere twist of the torso and then he spoke once more, “Are you up for this?”

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