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Muri smirked in response to the little kid before here, “I’m a sight better than nothing!” She settled, resting the majority of her weight on one foot as she watched her partner attempt to replicate the Transformation Jutsu. Her golden eyes took in his hand signs studiously as she internally bet on whether he would be able to perform the jutsu. The end result gave the young girl a confused frown and crease between her eyebrows. “Well,” she drawled taking in his appearance, “it depends on what ya were going for. If ya were trying for some cool demon thingy…well ya failed, badly. It kinda ended up like some sort of…emaciated and beheaded ogre. Hey! Ya even managed ta shrink! ” Seeing the ridiculous sight the boy made caused Muri to giggle, “Sorry, ya just look really dumb. No worries though, my last transformation wasn’t worth a zack either.” Once her chuckles were under control, Muri began to perform each hand-sign while drudging up the last remaining bits of her chakra. She tried to visualize a chair and transform into but the flow of chakra came out all wrong in inconsistent spurts. Instead, her arms and legs turned into wooden logs with small grain-lines running down them instead of hair, in addition her skin had turned a deep olive brown color but that was about all. “So, am I chair or what?”
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Muri’s grin never faded even as the demon and pup fell through the vents, but she remained quiet feeling a little out of league. The student visibly perked up though when Kurama offered both to teach the students and to stay in the classroom. What a letter she would be able to write home! Getting trained by a demon all while a S-level nin is running rampant on a killing spree… the Village Hidden in the Leaves was something else, alright. “Are you really going to stay and teach us?” Muri asked with hope and excitement shining in her eyes. A demon, a real demon was here! It wasn’t either of the demons she was looking for, but close enough!
When Kurama got momentarily distracted by the wolf pup, Muri chanced a glance over at the girl previously scrunched up in a ball and the annoying boy who interrupted her incredibly legitimate line of questioning. He currently looked as though he were trying to smell her neck or hair or something, face buried against the girl while she whispered something. Pft… “Not her boyfriend,” he claims.. Pigsbum and hogwash, how stupid does he think I am? It’s not like you two are being subtle!! She gave them a pointed look before scanning across the room to try and pick out a partner. It’d be terrible to be paired with either of those two or worse, them together if all they would do is flirt with each other the whole lesson. Plus a girl who feels that any conversation directed at her is an assault wouldn’t have a nature conducive to being a good ninja. Figjam in the corner was spirited at least, but more than a little obnoxious. She knew nothing about either the new girl or the samurai kid but they seemed the most tolerable as partners. The kid shot an annoyed glare at her, making Muri smile happily. He clearly had a bit more spirit then Ms. Mopey in the corner.
Muri decided to walk over to the short little samurai armor wearing kid with a wide grin on her face. “Wanna team up for this?”
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Muri gave the fellow student in front of her a look of disgust when the grate fell off, exposing the musculature and skeletal framework underneath. It was a sickening sight. The Aburame were a clan with icky, nauseous practices even at the best of times but this was absolutely abhorrent. The red-head just hoped she wouldn’t lose her appetite for lunch because of this encounter. “Strewth,” she whispered, her voice coming out in a hiss surprisingly quiet for the loudmouth, “What is wrong with you, pillbug?” When Muri’s stomach stopped performing acrobatic feats while still locked in her rib-cage, the girl turned to Ryu’s boyfriend who had decided to poke his nose into their conversation. She gave him a significantly unimpressed but not openly malignant look as she spoke quickly.
“Oi , don’t go making a blue of our con–ver-sat-ion here, ya wowzer. A bully would have been wailing on her, tugging her hair and such. I get protecting yer girlfriend alright, but it ain’t having a go at pillbug here to ask how come she knows the crim that did in a student.”
At that moment, the door opened to let in another student, but this one looked way too young to be enrolling in the academy. Muri’s eyebrows shot up as she took in the young age of the new student and tore her attention away from bug-freak’s boyfriend to wave at the newcomer enthusiastically. “Hold your horses, take a captain cook at that kid over there!”
“Oi!! Oi! Pipsqueak! Yeah, you ya anklebiter! Whatcha doing here? Are ya here to be a ninja too!? That’s awesome, kid!”
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The door clicked shut as the teacher locked the door to the classroom in response. Muri raised an eyebrow at the action, surprised if the locks would really be enough to keep out a determined assassin. The disguised teacher then elaborated on the dead stiff found in the bathroom. The young student gave a loud and low whistle at all of the glory details, “That’s all kinds of sick,” she commented. Whoever was responsible meant business, even though the body was just a simple kid. “Makes ya wonder what type of a message they’re trying to send,” she muttered to the quiet bug girl. If the suspected perpetrator was an Aburame then the quiet girl was guilty by association even though she couldn’t be held culpable for all of her clan and branch clan members. It wasn’t fair, but it wouldn’t stop the students from giving the girl a hard stare.
After Ryū’s outburst, Muri snagged the nearest chair and plopped herself down upon it, straddling the back and settling in. She raised a dyed eyebrow at the girl who was yelling and cowering in the corner of the room. “Say that a bit more clearly, Aburame? The outburst had been a little unclear due to the misspoken consonants and what she presumed was some sort of speech impediment. “D’ya mean to say this murdering loon tried to up and croak ya? Shut yer gob, how come ya survived an attack from what teach says is an S-class nin? Smells like a load of porkies to me.” All of this was spoken in a disbelieving tone of voice as she leaned against the back of the chair .
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Muri scoffed, “Yeah, that’s a bodgy disguise if I ever saw one. Ya look like the wrong end of a dog.” The girl swept a critical golden gaze over Ryu, “Still, might be an improvement as to how ya normally look, can’t say. ” Muri could feel the weight of Haruso’s gaze upon both her and her partner and she grit her teeth, highly tempted to whirl around and tell him to piss off and work on his own jutsu . Didn’t he know it was rude to stare? Instead, she outstretched a small hand tipped with bright orange nail-polish towards the creepy bug chick. There was no need to get into a fight with the boy on the first day, especially when they were supposed to be working jutsu. “Name’s Muri, by the way. And hang on a sec, teach is saying sommat interesting…” She shushed her partner in order to better hear the conversation between the Mizukage and Mr. Haruno. It seemed like at least some of the students’ whose names would go in the box would be taken to Kirigakure for the study abroad program. The Land of the Waves seemed like an interesting place to train her kekkai genkai, even if it wouldn’t have been her first choice. Plus it would be all kinds of cool to see the ocean in person instead of through pictures and videos. Then she heard that a kid had died, and her yellow eyes widened. Not even pretending like she hadn’t been eavesdropping, Muri exclaimed to the quiet girl beside her,”‘Stone the crows, some poor kid up and kicked the bucket, already! “
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Muri cast a glance around the room to search for viable partners. There were a few slackers using phones and the creepy bug girl hiding in the back of the classroom. Sucking a deep breath, she marched over in front of the Aburame girl moping in her corner, taking loud careless strides across the room. With an unimpressed scowl on her face and thunder in her eyes, Muri grumbled, “Listen, I need to look like I have a partner so let’s just get this over with as quickly as possible, capiche?” The student quickly formed the hand signs necessary for the Transformation Jutsu, focusing intently on her “partner” even as the girl’s abhorrent face made Muri’s stomach clench and cartwheel about. It was messed up, just plain messed up to have a kid look like that, especially in times of peace.
The teenage girl concentrated on drawing out energy from her reserve of chakra as she made the hand-signs, hoping that this Transformation Jutsu would work in a manner similar to her clan’s transformation kekkai genkai. A puff of dark smoke surrounded the teenage girl as she attempted the technique. When the smoke cleared, Muri had successfully managed to increase the size of her nose by approximately three inches while she had shrunk about two inches. Her eyes had gained enormous dark circles under her eyes, but otherwise her new appearance was completely unrecognizable as her training partner. “So how did it turn out?””
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<i>”</i>YEA! Now this is more like it!” Muri exclaimed with excitement, springing energetically out of her seat as the class actually seemed to be getting somewhere. So what if the annoying figjam on the other side of the classroom decided to randomly spout dumb crap? And maybe their teacher was a bit of a tranny, but if it got him excited enough to start teaching cool techniques then bully for him. Real, legitimate ninja lessons were now happening, and it seemed as though her great big trip wouldn’t end up as a wasted effort after all.To her delight, Muri recognized the signs written on the board from her home-schooling with her clan. Maybe class wouldn’t be terrible after all? She quickly practiced a few of the signs, running through them first slowly to make sure her form was impeccable before moving through the Dog, Boar and Ram hand signs quickly after her fingers were warmed up. A faint glimmer of pride could be seen in her eyes, at least THIS she wasn’t screwing up. She wondered what they’d be learning next, and hoped it would be some simple ninjutsu and not genjutsu. Muri had never fully grasped the concept from her family members and the book she had leafed through, and dreaded having to attempt it.
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Muri blinked as the classroom’s screen wall flickered to life displaying the old Kages forming a peace treaty between the five great nations. She had seen their pictures in a history textbook before, but the names and faces of long dead shinobi had never stuck in her brain. It was hard to imagine a time without peace, when nations fought bitterly to the death over territory disputes, secret techniques and seemingly almost any excuse. While Muri certainly wasn’t going to criticize the lax in power and vigilance of Konoha since their loose standards were partially what allowed her to attend class here, the rumors about the current Hokage were unflattering to say the least. The fact that he hadn’t been assassinated really proved that peace had finally spread across the land. As for Haruso, he certainly was fiery and loud. “Geez, and my folks said I had a ‘tude,” she muttered under her breath as he blatantly challenged the teacher as to why he should care about training at all. Back home, the response would have been swift and painful but Mr. Haruno actually seemed to be of a like mind. She noted to herself that the lazy, indolent behavior of the Hokage was a sore subject among the local villagers. The majority of the class just up and left the academy, seemingly discouraged by the thought of becoming a shinobi. Muri merely sighed and rested an elbow on the table, supporting her chin as she waited for the hustle and bustle to settle down. If she left now, it’d all be a waste of the time, money and effort it took to make her attendance at the academy possible.
To her disappointment, the bug-freak stayed behind as well. It seemed she had taken up flirting and passing what had to be little love notes back and forth. Muri rolled her eyes and turned her attention to her phone, missing the snake snatching up kikaichu. Drat, when is physical training? Muri thought to herself as she began to get a little stir-crazy from sitting down for so long. The sun was shining and the sky was a deep cerulean blue with cottony white clouds. It was perfect weather and a shame that she had to spend her time indoors.
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Muri kept her eyes on the board and wrote down notes on the three branches of jutsu, wondering which one she should focus on. Ninjutsu seemed the most interesting, but taijutsu was neat too. Curiously, the young delinquent pulled out her phone and sent a text, “Tai, nin or genjutsu? Which is the best?” The message wooshed off to her sister, and Muri put the phone back in her pocket to await the response and focused her attention back on the class. The loud noise of a pencil snapping resounded throughout the classroom courtesy of Haruso, also known as Mr. Sunglasses-indoors. The dark tint to the shades might have made him clumsy, that or he deep seated anger issues. Muri gave Haruso a faintly annoyed look before returning to her phone and quickly playing a game on her phone, moving her little virtual troops one space closer to the goal. With her turn over, Muri then looked back at the class to see if there was anything she missed.
Apparently there was a box she needed to put her name in? The girl shrugged to herself and resolved to enter herself in as she heard Mr. Haruno drone on about the rich opportunities they would have. Traveling and visiting other lands seemed pretty cool, and what other chance would she have to be a tourist?
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Muri finished unpacking her books and school supplies at her desk and then sat around bored, twirling her pencil expertly on-top of her hand and then in between each of her slender fingers as she waited for the start of class. She watched a dark-haired boy walk in wearing sunglasses in broad daylight and gave a bored sigh. He didn’t have a dog or a stick, so blindness was likely out of the question. Maybe he had deformed eyes, like cataracts or something. She amused herself with the visual image of the kid having eyes perpetually pointed in different directions and snickered to herself before growing bored again and looking for some other source of entertainment. The teacher was writing some stuff up on the board so she flipped open a page of her notebook and began to copy the writing to the best of her ability in a scratchy scrawl of Morse Code, resembling dots and slashes. If she got really bored, Muri would start transcribing the notes into other alphabets she knew just for practice.
Then of course, Mr. Sunglasses called out and get shut down by the class teacher whose name turned out to be Mr Haruno. “Yeah, shaddup ya divvy,” Muri commented off-hand at a normal speaking volume when the teacher criticized the newcomer for calling out the kid sitting near the back of the class. Who the HELL did he think he was saying who was or was not allowed in the class, anyway? ” She shot a look at the student again and frowned slightly as the girl he was trying to talk to suddenly sprouted bugs all over her face. The look of disgust flickering upon her face was impossible to hide. Yeah, she didn’t care too much about what was fashionable and what was hip or pretty or all that, but those bugs were just plain disgusting. Hoping that she wouldn’t have to spend much time face to face with the Aburame, Muri took out her phone and began to fiddle around to choose just the right ringtone, not minding if the other students could hear the noise. There were a few options, but she ended up settling on the tune to “Angry Birds” for all calls from her clan members. After a little bit of thought, her older sister received a much hipper ringtone. Satisfied, Muri clicked her phone to silent and leaned back on her chair as she waited for the beginning of class.
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Muri rushed out of the door, backpack strapped to her back and tennis shoes pounding against the side-walk. She was well aware of the large stretch of distance between her home and the Academy, and didn’t want to risk being late. It would be her first time going to official classes to become a genin instead of simply getting home-schooled lessons from her clan. The enthusiasm and anxious excitement of her first day of class could easily be seen from a distance by the wide grin plastered across her face. Running at a quick pace somewhere between a sprint and a jog, she made a beeline for the Academy taking the main roads. A middle-aged old man slammed the horn of his steering wheel and rolled down his car window to curse at the adolescent brat as Muri darted out in front of his car and blatantly jay-walked across the road just as the traffic-light turned green. Her response was to give the man a wave as he started up his car and drove off, completely unfazed by any of his insults. After managing to shove and bump her way though a group of pedestrians moving too slowly for her, Muri arrived at the entrance to the Academy.
Just as she entered the foyer, the elevator became crowded with students who promptly shut the sliding metal doors before Muri could get on. “Errghh, friggin’ barf’-lickers,” she muttered as the student closest to the door didn’t even attempt to keep the door open for her. The girl frowned, remembering that her class would take place on the sixteenth floor. Realizing that the elevator would take forever, the young student promptly located the nearest flight of stairs and putting on a burst of speed began to rush up the sixteen flights of stairs to her class, hoping she wouldn’t be too late. By the time she finally made it into the classroom, she was noticeably out of breath and a bit sweaty but still had a grin on her face. “Yo! I made it, teach!” The greeting was proclaimed confidently as Muri strode into the door and headed for the seat closest to the window.
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I, Wyvern, do hereby sign that I have read these rules and intend to comply with them.
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Name: Muri Fenikkusu
Alias:
Age: 13Apparent Age: 14
“Yobanashi Deceive”: Character Theme
“Senbon Zakura” : Battle Theme
Appearance: Muri has a lithe frame and comes to a total height of about 5’4″ with a weight of 105 pounds. The only scars she possesses is a slightly faded pink horizontal strip across the back of her hand and another strip running vertically across her bicep. She generally switches her nail polish color every month but keeps it within warm colors. Her skin is fair, and her hair is naturally a slightly off-black color; however she delights in dying her hair bright red as part of a rebellious phase whenever she gets the chance. Her straight hair is kept short for maximum practicality and out of laziness and unwillingness to brush it. Her hair is styled with messy bangs and falls about chin-length with two asymmetrical tufts of hair jutting out around her temple in a manner reminiscent of bed-head. Muri possesses piercing yellow eyes like those of a bird of prey. Her preferred choice of clothing is dark cargo pants a simple red shirt with a black short-sleeved jacket possessing a high collar. The jacket has a small bird symbol near the collar. She will occasionally swap the T-shirt she wears under the jacket. Muri refrains from wearing jewelry.
Bird Form: Resembles a titmouse bird, except with fiery plumage.
Land: Born in Land of Ashes, currently living in Land of Fire
Village: Konoha
Clan: Fennikkusu
Chakra Elements: WindRank/Job: Academy Student.
Strength – : 9/100
Dexterity – : 3/100
Speed – : 9/100
Intelligence – : 16/100
Chakra – : 15/100
Taijustsu – : 6/100
Genjutsu – . : 1/100
Ninjutsu – : 8/100
Doujutsu – . : 13 /100
Total –: 69/900Abilities:
Can Lift 45 lbs
Basic Hand to Hand Performance & Knowledge
Hand Sign Knowledge & Basic Signing
Combat, Thrown Weapon and Movement Speed (45 mph)
Weapon Speed (27 mph)
Knowledge of Basic Tactics & Application
Knowledge and Application of Tactics
Chakra Reserve: 15
Chakra Useage: 85%
Form of the Phoenix
Imperfect Transformation Jutsu
Weapons: None
History:
Muri is the youngest in her family, and a right horror to her clan members. Almost as soon as she could stand, the young girl began pulling pranks, getting into trouble and breaking the rules. Although often a source of embarrassment for her clan, it comes as a relief to have her attending academy and thus out of the way and expending her energy somewhat productively. Her parents dread the moment she fully comes into her own as a kunoichi. Still, despite her wild demeanor, Muri has shown fierce loyalty to her clan, especially her older sister. Since the Land of Ashes has no Ninja Academy of their own, she applied to the academies of the neighboring lands. The Land of Wind rejected her application due to a combination of her abysmal dexterity and aptitude in genjutsu as well as Suna’s ever increasing standards of admissions. With some support from the main branch Uchiha clan, Muri managed to secure an apartment in Konoha, allowing her to attend school in the laid-back and accepting village. Currently, she works part-time delivering newspapers before the start of school and delivering food late at night to pay for food and supplies. She gives 50% of her earnings to the Uchiha clan as part of a payment plan for reimbursing their investment in her education. -
Simon turned to look at the stranger who just entered through the door. The shopkeeper’s arms were filled with an open cardboard box filled with scrap parts and a variety of devices, some of which might have been stolen but he carefully twisted to place the box down onto the plastic counter at Lucas’ words. The kid had one of those convincing smiles as he introduced the start of what he felt in his gut to be a very lucrative business deal. “I’m very interested, but give me just a second. Don’t want anyone walking in on us.” With that, the owner switched off the neon “OPEN” light on the outside of the door, and closed the window blinds. The doors unfortunately only locked from the outside, but at least pesky customers wouldn’t come barging in. “You came to the right place. ” Simon had fished out a small notepad from his pocket, intending to take notes in a messy scrawl legible only to himself as he looked towards Lucas intently with sharp, observant eyes. “So what kind of surveillance are we talking?”
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Carina was meandering along the street when she saw the enormous plume of fire shoot directly into the air right above where her ship was docked. Spitting out a surprisingly foul curse for someone of her appearance, the young pirate captain immediately began to rush towards her ship and Lupus. The small rabbit nestled in her hat scurried about in distress as Carina hurtled through the city. The stormy look on her face promised destruction for anyone threatening to burn her new, very nice ship. Her crew members may or may have not deserved to be attacked, but any damage on them would incur her wrath as well, as a matter of principle.
The poison human reached the dock and stared numbly for a moment at the scene before her, trying to figure out just what was going on. A strange man was talking to Luke who seemed to be slightly intimidated but accepting of the guy. A big bag of gold lay on the deck of the ship, not a single bit of said ship was burned and the pirates on the larger ship were partying and preparing for a big celebration. She boarded her ship and gave Axel a pointedly curious look, the adrenaline slowly fading from her system as she realized her crew wasn’t in danger. Turning to the stranger on deck, she proffered her right hand for a shake, “Hello, I’m Carina Skylark, the captain of this vessel. And who might you be…?”