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[CS] Hunter x Hunter

Post by UmbraSight » Sun Mar 05, 2017 7:40 pm

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Post by Taiska » Mon Mar 13, 2017 5:13 pm

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Re: [CS] Hunter x Hunter

Post by Flamma » Fri Mar 17, 2017 11:04 am

Name:
Massa Dendai
Age:
14
Gender:
male

Personality:
While Massa usually comes off as easy going, introverted, and bordering on mild-mannered, he's actually very serious and thinks every situation through to the fullest, even simple ones. Though Massa's over thinking can sometimes become shifty due to his time spent with Izumu. Whenever it comes to making money Massa will act more like a transmuter to get what he needs, whimsical and prone to deceit. Massa's true personality is that of a true friend and always puts his goals second and friends first.

Biography:
Massa grew up in a small village in the mountains connected by rope bridges and tunnels. While the mountains Massa grew up in are known for being the territory of large shadow beast the villagers are known for being masters of camouflage and survive by hiding. Despite this Massa has always been more courageous for his own good and was known to throw himself into danger whenever he saw anyone in trouble causing himself to break every bone in his hand at the age of 11. When Massa was 11 he jumped in the way of a shadow beast who was about to eat one of the village soldiers to push him out of the way. A hunter by the name of Izumu Nacamora saw Massa's act of heroism and at that very moment saved his life and decided to make Massa his student. Massa fainted in the midst of the action believing he had died only to wake up the next day on the highest mountain inches away from his savior and his hands completely mangled. The man played a flute as he sat facing away from Massa, giving him a moment to recuperate before speaking. As massa began to sit up confused as he stared down at his broken fingers Izumu told Massa of the power of Nen and that he would like Massa to inherit his signature technic, the squid sage stance. Tears flowed down Massa's face as his savior spoke but he never replied and so the savior spoke again.

"Boy, do you have a dream?" he spoke in a low tone as if he had no cares in the world. Massa sniffled for a second "I want to become an artist... I want to travel the world and paint it for everyone in the village to see." Massa replied lifting his arms to rub the tears out of his eyes. The man smiled "So your sad because your hands are broken. What if I told you with the power of nen you could make your hands even more talented then they ever were?". Massa's eyes grew wide as he raised his head to look at the back of Izumu's head seated right in front of the sun. Massa's eyes glistened before he quickly bowed his head "YES! I'll do anything for my hands back." to that Izumu turned his body to face Massa " Then starting today you will be my apprentice and inherit my squid sage technics to pace down to further generations."

Massa accepted the mans offer and learned the art of nen and eventually healed his hands over time, but with time came a lose of patience. As a transmuter Izumu often left Massa to go gamble for more money so they could continue their adventures then would never return so Massa could repay his debts for him. Once he was done repaying debts Massa would wonder for a while before Izumu wold randomly appear, time and time again. Massa eventually grew tired of his masters games as he eventually grew more serious and left to pursue his goal.

Fighting Style:
While Massa was trained by his master, Izumu, his technic is far different and while he is proficient at nen he isn't very proficient in fighting and doesn't take a very good fighting stance, only really defending his face by blocking it with his arms. Though Massa isn't much of a fighter he lets his Nen Tentacles do most the defending then uses squid shot to either keep his opponent at a distance by shooting the ground or blinding them.

Skills:
Massa is a skilled artist and is even able to conjure a full painting kit and paper, though painting isn't his only skill. Mainly because of his masters depts Massa has also learned many skills when it comes to cooking, cleaning, gambling and counting cards.

Aura Type:
Conjurer

Nen:
Squid shot- By using both his conjurer nen, to create ink, then his transmuter nen, to make the ink sticky, Massa is able to turn his nen into a sticky ink like liquid that can slow down or blind opponents. Not only can he use it offensively but also artistically as he can also change the color.

Nen tentacles- Nen tentacles is actually a form of En that works by taping into Massa's transmuter abilities. Massa can create squid like tentacles that can grab and hold onto opponents. Though the tentacles are strong and there are 8 of them they can only extend 8 feet and don't move remarkably fast. The tentacles form from a flat circle Massa creates from nen around his feat then creates tentacles from.

Squid art: 8 armed punch- A surprise attack used by Massa where instead of releasing his nen tentacles from his feet, like usual, he instead releases them from his arm to catch anyone who tries to dodge his original attack. The technic requires Massa to be more aggressive then usual and so he saves it as a surprise attack but was the main attack of his master, Izumu.

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Re: [CS] Hunter x Hunter

Post by Taiska » Wed Mar 22, 2017 1:40 pm

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Name: Ayame Hitomi

Age: Twenty

Gender: Female

Personality: Ayame is a fairly cunning and cautious individual. She can usually be found using her good looks to take advantage of others around her without much of a second thought. She tends to avoid crowded areas, preferring smaller and thinly populated places to lurk and work her charm. Her lack of real combat experience causes her to be unnecessarily wary of certain individuals with strong auras. At the same time, she tends to stalk these same people, waiting for the opportune moment to peck them on the cheek. Ayame is quick to put up a fake smile, and a jubilous facade to lure others into a false sense of security around her. On the outside, it seems as though she is very outgoing and kind, but she is always trying to give herself a favorable outcome from an engagement.

Biography: Before Ayame was born, her parents lived a quiet life running a tailor shop in the small village Kyubei, which was located away from coastal waters. Even though it was small, Kyubei was located next to a natural hot spring. This naturally attracted people to the place, melting their worries in the bathes of the wonderful, yet humble town. The constant flow of people made sure that Ayame's parents were busy almost the entire day. So busy in fact, that when Ayame's mother went into labor, her father couldn't leave the shop because of the influx of people plaguing it.

For the next few years, Ayame was kept at her grandmother's house when her parents were working. Her grandmother would tell her fantastical stories of monsters and those who would slay them, the Hunters. For years, she looked up to these people called hunters, idolizing them and swearing to become one in the future. At the age of seven, her grandmother contracted a strange disease, which claimed her sight. With her grandmother incapable of taking care of her, her parents began to make her work in the shop. Basic tasks, such as fetching thread and leathers, and cleaning up around the house, were given to her. Later on, she began to help with the repairing of garments, and even the sewing of new ones.

Not too long after that, the tremors began... They started small, so small in fact, that you couldn't really even tell that they were there. Gradually, they grew larger, and in a year, they reached a climax. Ayame was thirteen on that fateful day, her mother had sent her on a small errand to fetch some herbs in the field adjacent of the village. As she set out, the orange sun was just peeking over the great pine trees. She began down the path to the field, the morning dew shining on the vibrant green grass around her. A soft breeze blew a stray strand of her ebony hair into her eyes. When this happened, she continued walking, and brushed it to the side, not paying attention to where she was going. Abruptly, she bumped into something, knocking her to the ground. When she looked up, a figure clad in a black robe and cowl greeted her. He apologized for knocking her down, and helped her to her feet. Confused, she asked who the stranger was, but he ignored the question and asked if she was alright. Once she answered with "Yes." he moved on, not giving another glance in her direction.

That was strange... She thought, He never gave me his name... Oh well, those herbs won't pick themselves! Quickly, she began skipping toward the direction the open field. When she finally reached her destination, she began observing the several different types of herbs, determining which ones were edible, and the ones that she needed. For several hours, she kept picking, and soon her basket that she had brought was full. Ayame looked up at the sky, and the sun was roughly in the middle. She had plenty of time before her mother needed those herbs, she could relax... Once this thought crossed her mind, she was already headed into the forest. She wove through the trees and brush eloquently, as if she had done so her entire life. Soon, she was met with a familiar sight, the place where she escaped to when she wanted peace. A small stream flowed across the landscape and a large, flat topped rock sat next to it. A small sigh left her as she sat on the rock and kicked her shoes off. This was where some of the water from the hot springs leaked, creating a river system. Ayame began to dip her feet in, but as soon as her skin touched the water, she reeled in pain, her eyes opening wide. It was scorching hot! For some reason the water was incredibly hotter than normal... In that moment, the ground began to shake violently, followed by an ear-shattering boom.

The noise... it came from the direction of her village! Slipping her shoes back on, she began sprinting back to her town, leaving the small basket of herbs behind. As she left, a shadowy figure grabbed the basket that she had forgotten, carrying it off deeper into the woods. As Ayame ran toward Kyubei, a crunching noise could be heard, followed by a loud crashing. She prayed in the back of her mind, praying for everything to be alright... When she arrived at the outskirts of town, she noticed that all of the buildings were... Shining? They were wet?.. It was at that moment that a wall of heat hit Ayame as she made her way forward. The sweltering temperature didn't falter her will however, and she kept pushing on. A sinking feeling of dread began building as she navigated the eerily silent outskirts. Where was everyone? As she got closer to the center of town, the heat began to rise greatly. Sweat poured from her brow as she forged onward, seeping into her clothes as she moved. That's... when she saw it... A giant crater-bowl formed in the middle of the town. It looks as if the pressure of the super-heated water below had finally escaped, bringing the town down into the boiling water. She fell to her knees, the ground burning hot beneath her, and screamed at the top of her lungs. Her family's house was among those which had fallen into the gaping pit. She grabbed a fistful of dirt and began slamming her fist into the ground, tears streaming down her face. She began to feel dizzy after a while, the heat beginning to take its course on her body. Her vision began to blur as she got up and started to walk slowly toward the edge of town. Tears plagued her face once again as she progressed. Just a little further.. She thought, fighting off the growing darkness that numbed her mind. I... I have to make it... "Please forgive me.." Were the last words she muttered before the darkness overtook her vision.

Purple.. A color that Ayame held fondly. It enveloped her sight, covering the world in a coat of lavender. She was happy, or at least, she thought that she was... Gleefully, Ayame made her way through the world, colors all twisted. She didn't mind this, however; she actually thought that this was a vast improvement! Her gaze shifted to her parent's shop, where her parents stood, smiling and waving to her. A great grin made its way onto Ayame's face as she began running toward them... Something felt off... As she ran, she felt as if she wasn't going anywhere, or getting any closer. Frantically, she started to shout to them, calling out their names and sprinting as fast as she could. Suddenly, the color changed from lavender to red, as the buildings around her began to collapse. She didn't care, all she wanted were her parents... One last time she reached out her hand, before her parent's shop collapsed with the two still inside.

H-y -ak- -p! What was that? Something felt as if it was calling to her... Hey! Wake up! Slowly, Ayame opened her eyes, trying to make out who this character was. That's when she noticed that she was in a bed, a cool pack of some kind resting on her head. "You were screaming in your sleep... Are you alright?"

She paused for a moment; was she alright? She certainly wasn't, but she wouldn't burden this man with her broken mental state. "Y-yes, I am alright... I just had a nightmare is all..." She began to look around at her surroundings, the decorations in the house looked nice enough, and it looked as if this man lived alone.

The man straightened and smiled slightly, "Ah, okay. Well I have to go get ready for my job. Please rest, you need to recover a little more."

Ayame smiled and thanked him as she closed her eyes again, slowly drifting off into the realm of sleep. This time, however; something felt off. Her instincts were screaming to wake up as she felt something glide underneath her shirt. Her eyes flew open as she sent a fist toward whatever aggressor was nearby. Her fist met with soft flesh, and a hefty grunt. The man who was just taking care of her had his hand underneath her shirt and was currently holding his stomach. Relentlessly, she pulled back her fist again, and launched another punch into the man's nose. The blow landed, followed by a sickening crunch, sending the man reeling backwards. Ayame was by no means strong, but she knew where to hit at least. In that moment, she decided to jump out of the bed and make her escape. Before she could reach the door, he had recovered and grabbed Ayame's shoulder. Without hesitation, she took her right elbow and thrust it backwards, hitting the man's stomach once again. The adrenaline pumping through Ayame made the hit multitudes stronger than it should have been, and the man fell to his knees. That was all the time she needed to run out of the house, and down the street into the dark.

The thick, humid air filled her lungs as she sprinted through the lifeless, murky streets; occasionally looking behind her to make sure the man wasn't following. When she believed that she was a safe distance away, she sighed deeply, taking in the moist air of the night and relaxed slightly. The small pitter patter of her steps gradually slowing, eventually coming to a full stop. She hunched over, hands on her knees, and took a moment to regain her thoughts. As she recapped the events that had recently happened, tears began forming in her eyes. She fought the tears, however, and pushed them back. She needed to deal with the situation that she was in right now. Regaining her composure, Ayame stood up, straightened her back and took a deep breath. She would push on, and find her parents, but first; she needed to find a place to stay and live. Ayame pressed her right hand against the damp bricks of a nearby building, quickly reeling at the shock that ran through her arm. The adrenaline from earlier wearing off allowed her to feel the pain that she hadn't experienced earlier. Holding her right wrist, Ayame made her way down the dimly light path, looking for somewhere, anywhere to rest. She came across a small nook between the buildings, and decided to make due with it. This will at least provide some shelter until morning... With that, she sat, curled up against the bricks, the masonry embracing her in its cold, hard grasp. When she closed her eyes, she could feel something gliding up her shirt, but she knew nothing was there... She opened her eyes anyway, just to check, and as she thought, it was just her imagination. After about an hour, she finally fell into a troubled sleep.

Night terrors haunted Ayame's sleep that night; thoughts of her parents plagued her mind, troubling her even more. Soon, the sun rose over the horizon, its rays penetrating the small nook that she had positioned herself in. The rays of light disturbed Ayame from her troubled sleep, her eyes opening slowly, as she took a few more raspy breaths of the muggy air. The day had already began to heat up, the humidity around becoming almost unbearable. She had to figure out where she was, to begin with, so she exited her nook and ventured out into the streets. It wasn't that busy yet, only a few people roamed around, most of them were burly looking men. Already regretting her decision to leave the safety of the nook, she looked back and thought for a moment. Firmly, she shook her head and began looking around, following the brick and cobblestone roads. As she walked, she smelled something indistinguishable from anything else... It smelled of fish. Loudly, her stomach growled as she made her way to the source of her smell. It has to be around here somewhere, there's no mistaking that smell. Finally, she happened upon a small port, the smell of salt and fish filled the air as she approached. The brick and cobblestone transitioned to wood as she stepped onto the pier, passing by several stalls selling different types of merchandise.

This place was much busier than the previous streets. Men rushed about, running to their stations aboard different ships, merchants peddling all sorts of wares and shoppers shoulder to shoulder among the stalls. She had to ask someone which city she was in. Swiftly, Ayame navigated the crowd, only disturbing someone slightly if she had nowhere to go. She arrived at the fish stall and the man who ran it smiled at her, his almond colored eyes meeting her own. "Well, how do you do, young lady? Lookin' for some high quality fish? I've got loads of 'em!" He grinned, yellowed teeth peeking out from behind his bright smile.

Ayame paused for a moment, she really would like some food, but thay wasn't so important right now. Finding her family was her top priority. "I-I'm sorry if I interrupted anything, but I was wondering which city I was in."

The older man's grin widened as he scratched his head. "Well, young miss, you are in the great trade city Lureign. How come you don't know where you are? Lost ya' family?" He leaned down a little closer to Ayame, examining her clothing. "Ya' don't look like you're from 'round here, would you like some help?"

For a moment, time stopped for Ayame. This was a critical step in being reunited with her family. "Yes please. I got separated from my family in Kyubei, would you please help me find them?" They weren't too far away from Kyubei anyways, it would take about a day to get there.

As she mentioned the name of her town, the old man's face fell into a grimace. Slowly, he took off the navy blue cap on the top of his head, revealing his thin black hair underneath, and sighed. "Little girl, I'm going to give it to you straight. Your parents are probably dead. I lost my sister and her family to that disaster... They say it was caused by some monster that lived underneath the village." Quickly, he pulled the cap back on his head. "Of course, that's absolute nonsense, there are no monsters large enough to destroy a town left anymore. The last one alive was the Kraken, which was hunted down a few years ago." (Still W.I.P)

Fighting Style: When forced onto combat, Ayame will resort to trying to charm her opponent. If this is impossible, she will assess the situation, and devise a strategy with a suitable outcome for herself. Ayame has no formal combat training, so she tends to avoid direct confrontation, but she will fight if necessary. When she has to fight, she relies on her instinct and the abilities that she has collected. One of her first moves, usually, is to try and disable the other combatant's Nen abilities. The rest of her plan rides upon if the ability lands or not.

Skills: Ayame excels at some mundane tasks that she had picked up early in her life, such as sewing and minor tailoring. She can make decent clothing, but she has never made any for anyone other than herself, and usually keeps this knowledge a secret. One other thing that Ayame excels at, is perceiving the world around her, and the actions of others. Acute observation has honed her sense of the world, and innately increased the range at which she can use abilities such as En.

Aura Type: Specialist

Nen:

Succubus's Mark: Physical kisses on the lips seal the target's Nen abilities for 24 hours, she then steals the target's abilities for the same length of time. She can use the abilities as good, if not better than the original owner.

To permanently steal the ability, a few more steps have to be followed. 1: She has to know what the ability does, how it works and what the name of it is. 2: Her target has to be afflicted with her mark. 3: She has to know her target's first name. If all three of these steps are achieved, Ayame has the choice to completely rob a person of their Nen abilities. The only other way to permanently steal an ability is if her target dies while her mark is active. Once she steals an ability, the name of the ability and the owner's name appear as black text on her back, a tattoo if you will, serving as a reminder. If the space on her back becomes full, it will spread to other places on her body.

Physical kisses anywhere else leaves a mark, lasting a minimum of two hours. After those two hours, the mark can be removed with vigorous scrubbing. The reason for the mark being her Nen-infused lipstick. The same rules as the lip kiss, except for the length, apply to this kiss as well.

The last ability that she has is a "blown" kiss. She blows a kiss, but projects her aura from her lips as an emitter would. If her aura touches another Nen user, she is able to copy their techniques for at least an hour. The strength of the ability lies in her own skill on that category, meaning that the ability can either be on par with the original user, or weaker.

Another perk that comes along with her abilities is that through a physical kiss, she can tell how strong that person's Nen is, regardless of Zetsu or In. This will also reveal any Nen concealed with In.

She has collected one such ability so far: Demon's Visage. It is an emitter type ability, one in which the user extends their hand, and shouts the name of the ability. At this point, aura will explode in their hand, charging a small sphere, the size of a baseball. When thrown, it will explode on contact with any type of aura.

Appearance: Ayame's appearance can be considered striking by some standards. Her skin is very fair, smooth and free of any blemishes or scars. Her eyes are an interesting color, a strange but vibrant pink rose, piquing the interest of many who meet the woman. She is of average height, five-foot five inches, and of decent weight (134 lbs). She has a very shapely body, and uses it to her advantage as much as she can. Her hair is as dark as pitch, falling a little longer than shoulder length. On the back of her neck, away from visibility, is a tattoo of a black fingertip. Another tattoo expands across her back, reading: "Demon's Visage - Hiro Saiyuki".
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Post by Kasengan » Thu Mar 23, 2017 7:25 pm

Name: Ishido Masutaro
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Male
Personality: The first thing anyone would ever notice about Ishido is his insane over confidence. When he isn't driving those around him up the wall with his cockiness, he is training intently to try and keep his newest win streak going. When he is truly defeated is the only time those nearby are able to see his soft weak core. During this time its common to see him give into despair and fear and attempt to flee into solitude. His time in this solitude lets him meditate and focus on his training again and allows him the composure he needs to get back to normal. When he emerges he seems a different boy, calm, compassionate, soft spoken, and humble. Until his first win and he is back to his old ways. Due to his lack of interactions with many other people he has very little distinction of male or female.
(I wanted to apologize before hand I got really into this characters Bio)
Biography: Ishido's life started in his fathers fighting school, a quiet bamboo and tarred paper dojo within the depths of an onyx mine. He grew up knowing only the dojo his father ran and the people who trained at his fathers school. As he came into his fifth year one of the men his father trained, a man named Gohashu, started to teach him his letters and about the ways of Buddhism. This shaped most of his life as he grew, this time was uneventful other then the growing love for this man teaching him, his growing distaste for his distant father, and yet the feeling of need for his fathers attention. On his 9th birthday his father called him into his chambers and requested to speak to him. "You are of age to begin your training in my temple," his fathers voice seemed booming and deeper then he last remembered. "Now that you are to train I demand you go two miles away from the dojo and jump up the first step. Once you stay upon the first step you can come back." He ended this standing quickly, turning away, and heading towards his room.
"Wait what do you..." Ishido trailed of as the sliding door clicked behind his father and he was left alone with his thoughts.

After a few moments of silent reflection, Ishido stood up and walked to the kitchen to grab a canteen and a couple pieces of bread. He started on his way along the white walled cave, following torches in the walls. His mind began to wander about his life in this cave and if there was more to life then just training here. After some time of walking he saw a few ledges that looked about three feet off the ground from each other cascading up into higher and higher steps. His excitement overcame him and he started to run towards the ledges but instantly was blinded by a burning light, his skin started to feel like it was being pricked and he fell backwards trying to get away from this strange new pain. When he felt the floor hit him he suddenly realized his face and skin felt better and decided to open his eyes. There was no noticeable changes from his perspective so he got up and slowly walked forward covering his eyes. After a few steps he suddenly felt the pricks again and saw the bright light beaming at him from past his hand.

Ishido waited there for a bit continually covering and uncovering his eyes and finally they started to adjust to a strange new color to the side of the bright light. He took a big drink of water and started to try and climb the first step but, as he tried to grab and climb onto the ledge he found it to be too slick. He kept grabbing at it to no avail and wasted most of the day trying to find the other way up it. The young boy laid back and started to eat on the bread and drank some water. What felt like a short time later Ishido awoke to a sudden meat like smack. His eyes took a moment to adjust as he shook off the grogginess from his rest and looked at the people who trained at his fathers school jumping up over a hundred feet with each bound. His awe must have been plain to see as Gohashu landed in front of him and started laughing and grabbing at his side.
"You look like you've seen a ghost child!" he chortled in a deep course way.
"How do you do that?" Ishido asked with amazement.
"We are all using nen, child, it's an energy we all live on. We harness it to strengthen our bodies so we can jump from up there and not get hurt," as he explains this he points at the top of the walls and continues, "We also can use it to jump up those incredible heights you see just keep training you will get it."

After the explanation Gohashu stood up right quickly and looked back into the cave "I've got to go little one, do well!" he yelled as he turned his back and started to run into the cave. It took the rest of that evening and the entirety of the next day before Ishido was able to make his progress onto the first step. When he did it he started to cheer excitedly and ran the whole way back to his fathers dojo. When he arrived he ran in quickly and burst into his father chambers. Right as he was about to talk he noticed his father standing above Gohashu, looking down at him. He quickly looked up at his son and starred at him intently.
"Yes?" He said in a flat monotone voice.
"I... I did it father!" Ishido stammered out with his excitement.
"One nights rest, then the next step only come back in here when you have reached the top step."

Over the next two years he grew stronger and stronger until he finally jumped up the final. When he got there he looked at his feet and saw the word finish but, looked up and saw a small hole incredibly far into the roof. He shrugged assuming that would happen one day but started to climb his way down. When Ishido got back to the dojo he started training with his father. His fathers training consisted mostly of learning where to kick and how to control your jump to make sure you can catch them off guard with your attacks. His strength training and endurance training paid off as he ended up being able to break into stone with a standing side kick. After two more years of training Ishidos father started to bring in people for his son to fight. During this time he showed immense potential and won every fight he was in. His father began to praise him and tell him how rightful he was to be his heir and how he was born with this power. They continued this sparring training until his 16th birthday. On that day his father called him into his quarters to finally become one of his disciples. They sat across from each other and his father started to proceed with the nen test. While doing so his fathers eyes turned to fury as the water in front of me changed color. He quickly grabbed Ishido by the nape of his shirt and drags him to the other disciples.

"Do not speak to this worthless being," he emphasized this sentence by throwing Ishido through the front door and continues to command the other disciples, "If I find out any of you give him food or any help you will be imprisoned here for the rest of your life."
Ishido ran to Gohashu and pleaded for him to help him, he only replied by looking him in the eye for a moment and then at the cave behind him intently. Hurt Ishido ran to the other disciples but they all turned away from him ignoring his pleading voice. As Ishido realized they were not going to help he ran deep into the cave. He started to climb up the stairs as quickly as he could when he got to the top he sat there sobbing for what felt like an eternity. A soft noise brought him out of his sorrow for a moment, as he looked up he saw Gohashu standing above him.
"Come little one," Gohashu spoke incredibly softly and picked him up in his arms. "I am going to jump to that hole, I need you to kick off of me and jump with all your strength as soon as I tell you to." his voice seems broken up but he shows no sign of turmoil.
"I can't leave you here with him though," Ishido says through his tears.
Gohashu's eyes widen suddenly, "He's coming!" He yells as he jumps into the air at an insane speed. Ishido's tears are ripped from his face as they launch together towards the roof. "Now!!" Gohashu yells as he lets go and leans back allowing Ishido to have footing on his chest. Begrudgingly he kicks off and launches up the last twenty feet out of the hole and onto hard land. He quickly ran as soon as he got onto his feet, ignoring the sounds of the destructive battle going on behind him. Over the next year he found out about the Hunter exam from people in towns and at the end of that year decided to join the Hunter society for the ability to meet stronger individuals and to get revenge on his father for his cruel nature towards others.
Fighting Style: A style of fight his father created called Unsui. Its based around powerful kicks to launch his opponents into the air, as well as the ability to jump high into the air to inflict more damage or avoid fighting in general. This also cause him to develop a powerful control of himself in the air. Due to his training he doesn't use hand to hand combat in anyway making it his biggest weakness in his fighting style.
Skills: The ability to jump high is his most powerful skill at the moment. He is hoping to get training in his Emitter style to make him more powerful.
Aura Type: Emitter
Nen:
(Obviously if any of this isn't allowed let me know)
Hell's Rain- Hundreds of small but powerful nen blasts shoot from between his hands. His rules for using this ability is that he has to be rising into the air if he is falling back down or not moving, he needs his fore finger's and thumbs of each hands touching, and he has to announce the name of the ability. If all of these are not happening it will seal away his nen permanently.
Sky Dash- A mixture of emitter and manipulator abilities. A powerful stream of nen is released from his feet allowing him to be propelled in any direction he needs. To keep himself upright he uses his weaker but not useless manipulator powers to stay positioned correctly. The rulings for this is that he can't use any other abilities or physically harm someone while he uses this ability. If he uses an ability during this time it will seal that used ability away permanently. If he damages someone while using this ability he takes equal damage to the same point of his body.
Grounded Shield- Using his less powerful enhancer powers he enhances his whole body for defense. The only way this ability can stay active is if both of his feet are directly on the ground.
Appearance:
(I hope it's ok that I describe my character and not use a picture, if you want a picture please let me know.)
Ishido stands at five foot seven inches, with a thin muscular build. His shoulder length, inky black hair covers his lightly tanned skin. Jade green eye's stare out from sharp lids. A slightly curved thin nose sat delicately on his sun spotted face. His lips are thin and wide giving his a large smile of white teeth. Below his face was an attire he gathered from thrift shops. The top he wears most days is a white t-shirt with very thin grey lines crossing vertically and horizontally. A pair of grey-black jeans that are getting tattered near the feet. A black wrist band on his right arm and one on his left ankle. He always walks around with bare callused feet.
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Re: [CS] Hunter x Hunter

Post by Taiska » Tue Mar 28, 2017 11:58 am

Update: Almost done with the Bio, for some reason I can't tell myself to stop writing.
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