Post by alianne on Dec 9, 2006 2:13:34 GMT -5
(Here you are, Orochimaru. If all turns out well, this will be the newest servant to to Kenji's bidding.)
Name: Magasasu/Saishi (Surname of either is lost)
Alliance: Stone Assassination Squad
Age: Saishi, the host, is 10 years old.
Magasasu's years have been lost, even by himself, to where none can remember. It was only known that he was very old. Very old.
Rank: Magasasu became a Jounin, but his abilities exceeded that by far.
Saishi would have become a Genin.
Appearance: (Currently)
The current form of Magasasu/Saishi is some what a combined form of the two of them. Her black hair is thin, falling slightly below her chin. Her skin is abnormally pale, her face slightly thin, giving her a eerie, ghostly look. She is considered rather short for her age. Her wide eyes are a pale gray, a smile often plastering itself across her face, although she does not smile because she is happy, simply because that is the will. Any who saw the child's smile would instantly know it has deeper roots than they themselves can comprehend. And it does, the thick roots of evil.
Her clothes appear simple, a white T-shirt falling loosely over her small, thin frame, and a thick green tunic being places over that, lined with thick white thread. She dons shorts of the same color and material. As for any accessories, she wears armbands of the same green and one band around her left ankle. However simple these may look, they hold a nasty surprise when Magasasu/Saishi wishes. With a precise twitch of the muscle, and the tugging of chakra, blades can fan out from the article of clothing he wishes.
She usually travels barefoot, but occasionally will wear wooden clogs. In her hand is a wooden staff, with many metal veins and designs crawling up its length. Some designs are burned into it, most symbols that those who have not practiced Magasasu's art would not understand. At the top of the pole, two metal tags dangles on a ring, many symbols etched into these as well.
History: Saishi was born in the Village Hidden in the Stone. Nothing really special... Her parents started her at a basic age of four with her basic training. She was average. Okay... Nothing special there. She simply progressed through out her studies as best as she could, and really had an average out look on life. Obey the will of her masters, follow the path that her village set for her. Nothing much. Just deal with what came to her. And then her friends had gottren bored one night. The Jounin and Academy teacher had banned them from one stone shrine that no one had been in for what could have been hundreds of years. It wasn't guarded. No one dared to go near it. And since no one would tell the children, one decided he would find out why. So he told Saishi his venture, and invited her to join him. With out anything else to do, she accepted. Another friend joined, and they wandered back into the old stone shed, forcing open the door. It was small inside, various items scattered across.
Nothing of serious value. Most of it was either scrolls or something metal with strange symbols none of them could read. And then, one of her friends called her over. "Hey! Look at this!" In front of him, on a stone pillar, was a black vase. And looking at it, she could see one large red symbol painted across the front. It was the color of dried blood. And she was transfixed with the vase itself. Her eyes could not move away. And against her own will, her feet took slow steps towards that vase. Her mouth wouldn't move. Her eyes wouldn't break away. She was now standing directly in front of it. "Saishi? Saishi? Hey, I think we should get out of here. This place gives me the creeps." Ignore It was clear, and rang out only through her head. And after that, the voices faded away, even when she strained to listen. And then, she heard... no, felt things. And feelings became images. They formed into a story. Slowly, she understood the nature of that vase, and why it was drawing her closer.
He had been a young boy himself, with no interest, just like her. But he had found an interest much younger. At the age of five, he heard his parents discussing the possibility of bringing the dead back to life. His father had heard the concept of bringing back the deceased to serve the user. And when Magasasu considered that possibility, the idea was too tempting to pass up. That very night, he journeyed to the burial grounds of his family, and sat. The entire night, his mind and soul reached out to contact the dead. And he did. The unfamiliar presence was amazing to communicate with. The foreign life form, the energy, touched his mind. And other experiments were soon to follow. When he became a Genin, his Jounin Sensei noticed his disappearances and how frequent they were. By that time, he could control some spirits of the dead to some extent. And his powers were growing. When his Jounin witnessed his ceremonies to call the dead to him, he immediately took action, forcing him to remain under his watch at all times. But Magasasu had only grinned, and the Jounin could not contain him no matter what he did. When his Sensei considered reporting the boy, he disappeared. And so did Magasasu's parents. The spirits were the only ones he cared for now. They were all he needed.
He was able to enter the Chuunin exams, and people found it odd when he came with a wooden staff. He had no experience with pole arms. Two blank metal tags dangled on the end. But as he learned more, symbols were etched upon it. Metal veins were put into the poles. Symbols were burnt upon it. By the final stage of the Chuunin exams, he had amazed many. And by summoning forth even his lesser demons, he passed. He became a Chuunin. His arts were known as the Blood and Bone arts, as well as the arts of the Dead. He was called a Priest of Death. When some had trouble with the restless or vengeful dead, he could come. He was pretty much appointed the title. He was the one who dealt with the dead. He was truly a Priest of Death. They were considered forbidden, but the Stone village thought they could harness this boy's power. So his studies advanced further. His lust for power over the dead grew stronger. Now, he was summoning demons from Hell, spirits still driven by rage, anger, or thirst. It was then the leaders of the Stone Village realized their mistake and tried to fix it. But every ninja they sent to try and stop him was killed. He had gone, to some extent, insane. And then, finding one of Magasasu's old friends who was willing to sacrifice himself. The Tsuchikage stood before Magasasu and killed the boy, somehow getting the seal onto him. However, it didn't end Magasasu, although it did weaken him greatly. He stumbled across the land, killing all he could in his way, while hiding from the rest. He was like a hunted animal. He had become too smart and too powerful. So now they were going to kill him. But his knowledge of the Dead and of Blood and Bone arts extended so far that he could re-possess another body. No, they couldn't keep him down.
However, the upper Stone Ninja had noted this. They would seal him. And make sure he never got out. Taking his Sensei's dead body, and using his blood, they made a seal on a black vase, and then used another, greater sacrifice. However much he fought, Magasasu couldn't escape the seal. He was bound the seal of Blood... of the one he killed. Before he was sealed into the vase, he screamed, over and over, 'Free'. He wouldn't stop screaming until his soul had left his body. All of his belongings and scrolls were placed in the same shrine as the vase, afraid that burning them would some how set the dead against them. And his staff was placed along with him.
And with that completed tale, Saishi still stood before the pillar. "Hey, check it out! I found this really wicked staff! Cool!" One of her friends had picked it up and was twirling it around. He grinned, but Saishi regarded him with cold eyes. Her other friend was still shaking her. "Saishi! Saishi! Hey, I think something is wrong with her!" the other friend frowned. "I bet you she's acting. Hey, Saishi, cut it out. You're starting to creep me out." She pushed her other friend off of her, and her hands reached for the vase. "Saishi, no! Don't touch it!" Her hands locked around the sides, and she felt black energy pulse up her hands. Free... Her hands lifted it in front of her, to view the seal as her friends yelled. But they couldn't get close enough, a wall of black fire guarding them from her. Free?! Her hands slowly raised it above her head. Free! The vase was above her head, her friends still screaming her name. One still had the staff in his hand, and she stared at him for a moment. He quieted, then beckoned her with a hand. "Come on Saishi. Let's go home. Put it down, and let's go home." He saw her eyes looking at the staff. "Come on Saishi. Please. Come on." He noticed, her eyes, which had used to be a deep green, were now growing pale gray. "Saishi?! Saishi?! What's happening?!" She only grinned. "That staff is mine, little boy." Her head turned away. The part that was really Saishi screamed one last time, trying to warn her friends, but the vase shattered on the floor. It was too late. Black fire rushed into her, flooded her mouth, nose and eyes. She was surrounded by it. And then, she finally turned to see the skeletons of what had once been her friends. "Oh dear, so messy. Look what you've done to my shrine. Now I'll have to find some where new. But first..." Her hand, against her own will, etched across the surface of the vase, tracing the seal. It appeared on her chest. "So now, I can only be forced from this body if you are killed, and then my soul is free to roam once more. Don't worry. I shall take care of everything. Now, I'm in control." Walking forward, she wrenched the staff from her friend's fingers, bones breaking from their sockets, and with a touch of her fingers, they each turned to dust. "I haven't lost my touch, I see. Very well." Sifting through the shrine, he pulled many scrolls and other various instruments from the piles, pocketing them, or strapping them to her sides.
With that, she left the Shrine, and wandered out of the Stone Village. It seems little are aware, even of her existence or the fact that the priest has re-possessed a human. And seeing as how very few people visit the Shrine, it will probably be a while before the commoners of the Village Hidden in the Stone know.
After Magasasu repossessed Saishi, he approached Osamu, Kenji. Demonstrating his arts, he proved himself worthy enough, according to Kenji. Saishi inwardly screamed, but Magasasu suppressed her. “Now now, Saishi. This will just be another challenge. And there’s no way to dictate your own actions any more, so don’t even try.” With a wide grin upon her face, it appeared that Saishi was happy with the new changes. But Magasasu was just smiling through her.
He would make his comeback. He would make the Stone Village regret ever trying to seal his power. Now, with some of the Stone’s most powerful allies on his side, he finally felt free to display his power and wreak havoc as he pleased.
Jutsu: Most of the Jutsu he uses are more of techniques developed by himself by working out agreements with the dead and spirits, and other wise. He did know the basics, and he knew a few others to use through her. His dark Chakra has also been molded with Saishi’s, so they are now considered as one body of Chakra.
(Earth Mausoleum Dumpling) Doton: Doryû Dango
(Earth Shore Return) Doton: Doroku Gaeshi
(Inner Decapitation Technique) Doton: Shinjû Zanshu no Jutsu
(Spirit Summoning) Akki Meshidasu- In which Magasasu, through Saishi's body (with the staff), summons a dead spirit to do his bidding. Not really a Jutsu, but it could be considered one. A pact of sorts...
(Eternal Darkness) Fuhen Kuroraka- If the one is willing enough, or near enough to death, Magasasu can draw out a soul (sometimes with the help of the staff), either taking it as his own for his collection of warriors, or sending it off.
Personality: Anyone who has ever met Saishi after she was possessed has always thought her too eerie, or scary. She possesses a cold humor, and always a cold look. Whenever she laughs, most people in the room stare, or try to shuffle away, as it is cold and high pitched in a ghostly way. She doesn't exactly long for the sight of blood, but she does enjoy it, and will often collect different assortments in a bottle for her arts. Since Magasasu knows so much about the concepts of life and death, crossing the barrier many times, he tends to go on about different aspects in which he could obtain spirits to serve him, in the condition of death and the reason for why they hold onto life. At times, when Magasasu makes Saishi's body sleep, she will twitch and mumble in sleep. Sometimes, voices can be heard, two different ones, holding a conversation or a dispute.
With Magasasu in control, her entire self has changed in some way. And now, she can only watch and scream from the inside as he commits his hideous deeds from her body.
Weapons: Anything she can get her hands on and use. But basically-
Basic projectiles, her staff, the spirits, her self, smoke grenades, stun grenades, dream-rose (below), and various herbs. She also has different viles of poison in her assortment, and even some different sized bones stashed away on her person somewhere.
Dream-rose- An incredibly powerful substance, in which it is virtually impossible for the victim to stay awake for more than a few seconds or minutes. It can cause them to sleep for weeks if the dosage is high enough.
Name: Magasasu/Saishi (Surname of either is lost)
Alliance: Stone Assassination Squad
Age: Saishi, the host, is 10 years old.
Magasasu's years have been lost, even by himself, to where none can remember. It was only known that he was very old. Very old.
Rank: Magasasu became a Jounin, but his abilities exceeded that by far.
Saishi would have become a Genin.
Appearance: (Currently)
The current form of Magasasu/Saishi is some what a combined form of the two of them. Her black hair is thin, falling slightly below her chin. Her skin is abnormally pale, her face slightly thin, giving her a eerie, ghostly look. She is considered rather short for her age. Her wide eyes are a pale gray, a smile often plastering itself across her face, although she does not smile because she is happy, simply because that is the will. Any who saw the child's smile would instantly know it has deeper roots than they themselves can comprehend. And it does, the thick roots of evil.
Her clothes appear simple, a white T-shirt falling loosely over her small, thin frame, and a thick green tunic being places over that, lined with thick white thread. She dons shorts of the same color and material. As for any accessories, she wears armbands of the same green and one band around her left ankle. However simple these may look, they hold a nasty surprise when Magasasu/Saishi wishes. With a precise twitch of the muscle, and the tugging of chakra, blades can fan out from the article of clothing he wishes.
She usually travels barefoot, but occasionally will wear wooden clogs. In her hand is a wooden staff, with many metal veins and designs crawling up its length. Some designs are burned into it, most symbols that those who have not practiced Magasasu's art would not understand. At the top of the pole, two metal tags dangles on a ring, many symbols etched into these as well.
History: Saishi was born in the Village Hidden in the Stone. Nothing really special... Her parents started her at a basic age of four with her basic training. She was average. Okay... Nothing special there. She simply progressed through out her studies as best as she could, and really had an average out look on life. Obey the will of her masters, follow the path that her village set for her. Nothing much. Just deal with what came to her. And then her friends had gottren bored one night. The Jounin and Academy teacher had banned them from one stone shrine that no one had been in for what could have been hundreds of years. It wasn't guarded. No one dared to go near it. And since no one would tell the children, one decided he would find out why. So he told Saishi his venture, and invited her to join him. With out anything else to do, she accepted. Another friend joined, and they wandered back into the old stone shed, forcing open the door. It was small inside, various items scattered across.
Nothing of serious value. Most of it was either scrolls or something metal with strange symbols none of them could read. And then, one of her friends called her over. "Hey! Look at this!" In front of him, on a stone pillar, was a black vase. And looking at it, she could see one large red symbol painted across the front. It was the color of dried blood. And she was transfixed with the vase itself. Her eyes could not move away. And against her own will, her feet took slow steps towards that vase. Her mouth wouldn't move. Her eyes wouldn't break away. She was now standing directly in front of it. "Saishi? Saishi? Hey, I think we should get out of here. This place gives me the creeps." Ignore It was clear, and rang out only through her head. And after that, the voices faded away, even when she strained to listen. And then, she heard... no, felt things. And feelings became images. They formed into a story. Slowly, she understood the nature of that vase, and why it was drawing her closer.
He had been a young boy himself, with no interest, just like her. But he had found an interest much younger. At the age of five, he heard his parents discussing the possibility of bringing the dead back to life. His father had heard the concept of bringing back the deceased to serve the user. And when Magasasu considered that possibility, the idea was too tempting to pass up. That very night, he journeyed to the burial grounds of his family, and sat. The entire night, his mind and soul reached out to contact the dead. And he did. The unfamiliar presence was amazing to communicate with. The foreign life form, the energy, touched his mind. And other experiments were soon to follow. When he became a Genin, his Jounin Sensei noticed his disappearances and how frequent they were. By that time, he could control some spirits of the dead to some extent. And his powers were growing. When his Jounin witnessed his ceremonies to call the dead to him, he immediately took action, forcing him to remain under his watch at all times. But Magasasu had only grinned, and the Jounin could not contain him no matter what he did. When his Sensei considered reporting the boy, he disappeared. And so did Magasasu's parents. The spirits were the only ones he cared for now. They were all he needed.
He was able to enter the Chuunin exams, and people found it odd when he came with a wooden staff. He had no experience with pole arms. Two blank metal tags dangled on the end. But as he learned more, symbols were etched upon it. Metal veins were put into the poles. Symbols were burnt upon it. By the final stage of the Chuunin exams, he had amazed many. And by summoning forth even his lesser demons, he passed. He became a Chuunin. His arts were known as the Blood and Bone arts, as well as the arts of the Dead. He was called a Priest of Death. When some had trouble with the restless or vengeful dead, he could come. He was pretty much appointed the title. He was the one who dealt with the dead. He was truly a Priest of Death. They were considered forbidden, but the Stone village thought they could harness this boy's power. So his studies advanced further. His lust for power over the dead grew stronger. Now, he was summoning demons from Hell, spirits still driven by rage, anger, or thirst. It was then the leaders of the Stone Village realized their mistake and tried to fix it. But every ninja they sent to try and stop him was killed. He had gone, to some extent, insane. And then, finding one of Magasasu's old friends who was willing to sacrifice himself. The Tsuchikage stood before Magasasu and killed the boy, somehow getting the seal onto him. However, it didn't end Magasasu, although it did weaken him greatly. He stumbled across the land, killing all he could in his way, while hiding from the rest. He was like a hunted animal. He had become too smart and too powerful. So now they were going to kill him. But his knowledge of the Dead and of Blood and Bone arts extended so far that he could re-possess another body. No, they couldn't keep him down.
However, the upper Stone Ninja had noted this. They would seal him. And make sure he never got out. Taking his Sensei's dead body, and using his blood, they made a seal on a black vase, and then used another, greater sacrifice. However much he fought, Magasasu couldn't escape the seal. He was bound the seal of Blood... of the one he killed. Before he was sealed into the vase, he screamed, over and over, 'Free'. He wouldn't stop screaming until his soul had left his body. All of his belongings and scrolls were placed in the same shrine as the vase, afraid that burning them would some how set the dead against them. And his staff was placed along with him.
And with that completed tale, Saishi still stood before the pillar. "Hey, check it out! I found this really wicked staff! Cool!" One of her friends had picked it up and was twirling it around. He grinned, but Saishi regarded him with cold eyes. Her other friend was still shaking her. "Saishi! Saishi! Hey, I think something is wrong with her!" the other friend frowned. "I bet you she's acting. Hey, Saishi, cut it out. You're starting to creep me out." She pushed her other friend off of her, and her hands reached for the vase. "Saishi, no! Don't touch it!" Her hands locked around the sides, and she felt black energy pulse up her hands. Free... Her hands lifted it in front of her, to view the seal as her friends yelled. But they couldn't get close enough, a wall of black fire guarding them from her. Free?! Her hands slowly raised it above her head. Free! The vase was above her head, her friends still screaming her name. One still had the staff in his hand, and she stared at him for a moment. He quieted, then beckoned her with a hand. "Come on Saishi. Let's go home. Put it down, and let's go home." He saw her eyes looking at the staff. "Come on Saishi. Please. Come on." He noticed, her eyes, which had used to be a deep green, were now growing pale gray. "Saishi?! Saishi?! What's happening?!" She only grinned. "That staff is mine, little boy." Her head turned away. The part that was really Saishi screamed one last time, trying to warn her friends, but the vase shattered on the floor. It was too late. Black fire rushed into her, flooded her mouth, nose and eyes. She was surrounded by it. And then, she finally turned to see the skeletons of what had once been her friends. "Oh dear, so messy. Look what you've done to my shrine. Now I'll have to find some where new. But first..." Her hand, against her own will, etched across the surface of the vase, tracing the seal. It appeared on her chest. "So now, I can only be forced from this body if you are killed, and then my soul is free to roam once more. Don't worry. I shall take care of everything. Now, I'm in control." Walking forward, she wrenched the staff from her friend's fingers, bones breaking from their sockets, and with a touch of her fingers, they each turned to dust. "I haven't lost my touch, I see. Very well." Sifting through the shrine, he pulled many scrolls and other various instruments from the piles, pocketing them, or strapping them to her sides.
With that, she left the Shrine, and wandered out of the Stone Village. It seems little are aware, even of her existence or the fact that the priest has re-possessed a human. And seeing as how very few people visit the Shrine, it will probably be a while before the commoners of the Village Hidden in the Stone know.
After Magasasu repossessed Saishi, he approached Osamu, Kenji. Demonstrating his arts, he proved himself worthy enough, according to Kenji. Saishi inwardly screamed, but Magasasu suppressed her. “Now now, Saishi. This will just be another challenge. And there’s no way to dictate your own actions any more, so don’t even try.” With a wide grin upon her face, it appeared that Saishi was happy with the new changes. But Magasasu was just smiling through her.
He would make his comeback. He would make the Stone Village regret ever trying to seal his power. Now, with some of the Stone’s most powerful allies on his side, he finally felt free to display his power and wreak havoc as he pleased.
Jutsu: Most of the Jutsu he uses are more of techniques developed by himself by working out agreements with the dead and spirits, and other wise. He did know the basics, and he knew a few others to use through her. His dark Chakra has also been molded with Saishi’s, so they are now considered as one body of Chakra.
(Earth Mausoleum Dumpling) Doton: Doryû Dango
(Earth Shore Return) Doton: Doroku Gaeshi
(Inner Decapitation Technique) Doton: Shinjû Zanshu no Jutsu
(Spirit Summoning) Akki Meshidasu- In which Magasasu, through Saishi's body (with the staff), summons a dead spirit to do his bidding. Not really a Jutsu, but it could be considered one. A pact of sorts...
(Eternal Darkness) Fuhen Kuroraka- If the one is willing enough, or near enough to death, Magasasu can draw out a soul (sometimes with the help of the staff), either taking it as his own for his collection of warriors, or sending it off.
Personality: Anyone who has ever met Saishi after she was possessed has always thought her too eerie, or scary. She possesses a cold humor, and always a cold look. Whenever she laughs, most people in the room stare, or try to shuffle away, as it is cold and high pitched in a ghostly way. She doesn't exactly long for the sight of blood, but she does enjoy it, and will often collect different assortments in a bottle for her arts. Since Magasasu knows so much about the concepts of life and death, crossing the barrier many times, he tends to go on about different aspects in which he could obtain spirits to serve him, in the condition of death and the reason for why they hold onto life. At times, when Magasasu makes Saishi's body sleep, she will twitch and mumble in sleep. Sometimes, voices can be heard, two different ones, holding a conversation or a dispute.
With Magasasu in control, her entire self has changed in some way. And now, she can only watch and scream from the inside as he commits his hideous deeds from her body.
Weapons: Anything she can get her hands on and use. But basically-
Basic projectiles, her staff, the spirits, her self, smoke grenades, stun grenades, dream-rose (below), and various herbs. She also has different viles of poison in her assortment, and even some different sized bones stashed away on her person somewhere.
Dream-rose- An incredibly powerful substance, in which it is virtually impossible for the victim to stay awake for more than a few seconds or minutes. It can cause them to sleep for weeks if the dosage is high enough.