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PostSubject: Anastyasia Vol   Wed Mar 11, 2015 4:29 pm





Anastyasia Vol


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Last Name, First Name: Vol, Anastyasia
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Elemental Affinity: Fire

Rank: Genin


Face Claim: Erza Scarlet (Fairy tail)
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Bloodline: Students of the Smith

Bloodline Ability: The smiths are renowned for their ability to forge the greatest armor in the ark, these sheets of metal are imbued with the power to improve their wearers speed, defense, even raw potential for damage. Each member of the clan is expected to create their own set of personalized armor that serves as a replacement condition for graduation to genin level. The Smiths pour their blood, sweat, and tears, often literally, into their armor so that the end result is a sheet of metal that is as much a part of them as their own skin. This devotion to their craft even goes so far as their own chakra flows through their armor as an extension of themselves. They then seal each piece of armor within tattoos all across their body to be called on when a battle occurs. Through the course of a smith’s training they add pieces of armor to the set and are eventually able to swap out individual pieces of armor mid combat to change their strategy or to activate surprising abilities. The end result of a ninja that chooses to specialize in the method of the smith is several armors with widely different abilities that they can swap to on the fly.

History of Clan: There is a legend of the great smith Vulcan, the might salamander, who was a ninja of extraordinary power who channeled his power through his mighty sets of armor. The other ninja around him didn’t respect however, if he was as powerful as he said why would he need armor? Some ninja hide from the enemy until the can strike them down in one foul swoop, some make sure that they are so fast that the enemy doesn’t even see them coming. Why would you make a power to protect you when you get hit when you could just focus on not getting hit in the first place, they asked laughingly. Vulcan laughed with his own loud and deep voice and shouted “well why don’t you all challenge me to whatever you are best at and ill beat every one of you!”

First up to challenge Vulcan was the mighty giant Manus who had trained his body to be able to take any punch and ignore it completely. Vulcan put on one of his greatest armor sets that allowed him to ignore nearly all blows against him. Vulcan threw a mighty punch at Manus and caused a great bruise, to retaliate Manus threw a punch at Vulcan in his armor and broke his own hand in the attempt.

Next up to the bat was the master of lightning release Corax who challenged Vulcan to a running contest. Vulcan changed into his quickest set of armor and began the race beating Corax around the track three times and still having enough time to eat a nice lunch before Corax caught up to him.

Finally was the brute Horus who was the most dangerous ninja around, he threw his hammer and broke a mountain clean in two. “If you can beat that then I’ll say that you’re the greatest ninja that ever lived. Vulcan took one look at that mountain and laughed. He switched to his most powerful armor and stabbed the ground with his sword. This blow destroyed the very world around him and created the island known as the ark to this day.

This is the story that is told to every one of the students of the smith, who are Vulcan’s descendants. And while its accuracy is certainly in question the existence of their patriarch is not. What is known is that the students of the smith are one of the oldest clans on the Ark. They are neither the most powerful nor the largest in number but they have great heart. The plans for their armors are not just tools of the trade, they are sacred plans gifted down from their ancestors. Each member personalizes their own armor a little bit adding their own touch to the tradition. Creating the first piece of armor that each member wears is a sacred task that the entire clan gathers to witness. Each armor set is contained with seals in tattoos across the smith's body and most members create several sets of armor.



Character History: A kensei expertly slices a candle in half without disturbing the flame, a ninja fills their lungs with oxygen and exhales unleashing a great fireball scorching everything in its path, a perfectly crafted set of armor is struck with a great sword and deflects it like it is just a nice breeze on a calm day, these things are beautiful and admirable. I am now obsessed with the beauty of things for beauty is found in the perfection of earthly endeavors. Everything created in this world must have a purpose, be good at that purpose, and be aesthetically pleasing, it must be perfect. Any other case than absolute perfection and the craftsmen has failed in that plan and the object created should be destroyed as it does not deserve to exist.

I used to be a fun happy child but that innocence was shattered long ago. I was naturally gifted with the creation of armors so I had no problem crafting my set to graduate from the academy. This was not done to create a useful tool for the future; it was done to fulfill a selfish goal of becoming a ninja and was merely a stone upon the road. My and I team were sent on a mission to hunt a wild creature deep with a forest as one of our first tasks. George found the beast first and screamed at the top of his lungs for help. I ran and saw a beast five times larger than what any of us expected. This should be no problem for a great ninja such as I, the beast knocked me out before I could even finish that sentence. The third member of our group ran to get our mentor but it was too late for George. The medics had to amputate his arm and he would never be a ninja again. And I, I left the Ark for the port town to atone for my sin of pride, if I had known my own strength I could have grabbed my comrade and gotten him to safety instead of arrogantly attempting to get the glory for myself.

I plied my trade of blacksmithing in small towns all across the island, creating horseshoes, repairing houses, and building furniture. But every night my penance was to stare at my armor for hours thinking of how I could make it better to serve my comrades in the future. Every groove perfectly sanded, every plate perfectly sized, every single speck of metal with refined and exact purpose. And finally one day on my 18th birthday it was done, I could not find a single way to improve the set and so I returned to the ark to join my ninja brethren in its defense.


Personality: The clang of metal of metal echoes down the empty street in an lonely section of the city. This is one of the craftsmen’s districts scattered across the city and the sounding of a smithy working is just a part of the background noise. The sounds are coming from my humble abode, the sounds of hard work help put me to sleep, also the room was pretty cheap. It’s still not perfect, I think as I labor on a part of my ever increasing armory. This piece happens to be a broadsword and the decoration for the handle is not coming together as it should. I’m trying to replicate the double sided blades I saw on my travels but there are still some kinks to work out. Another ring of my hammer, still not quite right I think to myself. Outside in the rain I hear a yelp and look out to see and old lady fall on the cold sidewalk. I get up and groan to myself; I have so many things to make and my new schedule of missions is making it harder to find time for myself. The absolute last thing I need is a sign outside my shop saying hey please trip here, the person who owns this place will be nice enough to help you out despite the fact that she has a literal mountain of things that she could be doing instead. Regardless I run out, into the rain might I add, and help her to her feet. After she gets up I dash back inside not hesitating as I begin to work on the blade again.

Likes: The perfection of anything, pushing human endeavors to the heights of what is possible, fixing things.
Dreams and Desires: To perfect my abilities so that I can guarantee that as few of my friends will get hurt as possible.
Dislikes: Anything without purpose or anyone who is flawed and doesn't seek to become better.
Fears: Regaining my old arrogance and letting my comrades down.


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PostSubject: Re: Anastyasia Vol   Fri Mar 13, 2015 12:28 pm

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