Jomyaku Ame

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  1. Name | Dekoi Nickname | - Rank | C - S Species | Leech Contract | Pact of the Parasite Appearance | A small cluster of unassuming young leeches with muddy brown coloration and spots to break apart their outline in their natural habitat, none of them larger than a half inch who give little indication of any unusual origins under observation. When unobserved, however, the Dekoi shift skin patterns and blend into their surroundings to avoid detection, matching their environment or their host body to disappear from view. Personality | Simplistic, single minded, and young the Dekoi are capable of thought but they have do so sparingly when it isn’t related to food or following simple commands. They follow orders unerringly, not out of loyalty but out of simplicity, preferring to do as instructed rather than fret about conflicting with command. While technically capable of speech it is rarely performed and they have little to discuss beyond blood and water, though if prompted they will engage in such surface level conversation. Background | The young of the Land of Leeches which are able to grow in capability and quantity as the summoner calls them but which are not specialized beyond the basic Special Abilities | Blood Draw When a leech is in contact with a host body it may bite the target, introducing an anticoagulant and numbing agent to prevent detection and continuing to introduce these chemicals into the body to prevent feeling the siphoning. Leeches may drain a host they have latched onto by 10CP per post until removed, added into their own pool up to their maximum and doing this costs 10 Stamina per post. Typically a leech is not noticed without advanced senses of one type or another or looking at the area where a leech may be (requiring one to remove their gaze from an opponent to do so which is often a fatal risk.) Once the host is aware however there are a few options for removal… Medical Extraction You may remove a leech equal to your rank or lower with no ill effect, extracting it entirely in a swift motion with little time taken away from any other activities. Allies may also remove leeches in this way if they possess Medical. If you are not an equal rank or higher you may still attempt this once per post, costing the leech 25 Stamina as you carefully pry it from the flesh. Calm Extraction You may remove a leech equal to your rank or lower but fail to treat the chemicals during the extraction, allowing blood to flow freely from the open wound and causing an immediate loss of 10 Stamina. Allies may also remove leeches in this way but no matter who performs it it takes time, creating a potential opening for counter attack. Forceful Extraction You may remove a leech regardless of rank but extract it quickly, forcefully, or both which leaves an aggravated wound that pours out blood causing an immediate loss of 25 Stamina. Allies may also remove leeches in this way and it is swift enough to prevent excessive openings, though the cost in injury is its own penalty. Generally speaking medical professionals across the shinobi world advise not removing leeches and instead allowing them to tire themselves out and fall off naturally as the harm can be far greater when removing them by force. Elements | Suiton Specialty | Medical Known Jutsu | Henge Kawarmi Chakra Swab Cure Wounds: Internal Cure Wounds: External Toxin Detection Jutsu Name | Chakra Swab Ranking | D Element(s) | - Specialty(s) | Medical Energy Cost | 10CP Handsigns | ? Range | 5m or Touch Duration | See Description Description | A momentary application of chakra to a target’s skin numbs the affected area of 1cm for 2-3 seconds, enabling the introduction of small tools to the affected area without the target feeling the piercing of it. Originally taught to pediatricians to assist in the delivery of vaccines and other critical material to academy students or Genin who would otherwise resist, the true application is for the inhabitants of the Land of Leeches to enhance their natural abilities. This jutsu can be used to apply a needle or senbon but also the bite of a parasitic leech, preventing even the most cautious shinobi from feeling their initial introduction to their veins and/or chakra network. Other Effects | When used by a leech this jutsu may be combined with the Blood Draw technique. Requirements | Medical [Beginner] Status | Open Weapon(s) | - Chakra | 50 Stamina | 50
  2. A washing wave of airborne salt grasped at the nostrils, consciousness and the accompanying filtered lights returning slowly as the facilities of the youth were returned to him and the scent of the waters was swiftly combined with the scent of iron. Blood, scouring the skies like crimson lightning, encompassed the world around him and the heavy mist that it was bound too. It slowly moved in its currents like the veins of the world and affixed to several of these, where the lines seemed to converge crawling along a ring of stone, rested the glistening cloaks and jewelry of creatures unknown to him. Jomyaku, knocking the world into a settled place with a clap to his own head rose to his knees and took stock of things in a more comprehensive fashion. This appeared to be a room composed largely of stone and filled with vein-laden mists, the upper level featuring an alcove around the entire space from which the jewelry of hooded figures and the power they emanated could be clearly viewed by those far below them. When they stirred they spoke nothing like the shadowy figures they were, the largest of them, featuring pearls and gold in a tight choker-like necklace, turning to its assumed brethren and barking out at them loudly. "I have RIGHTS! You don't get to touch this one!" An adjacent figure in silver, glistening jewels beneath its hood, sighed heavily. "Yes we all remember, you take the new Venial." The golden one's tone changed slightly, asserting a command already clearly and freely given to it. "That's right! And if any of you pond scummers want to fight me for it again I'd be happy for round two!" A smaller creature, robes stitched with green, shrunk at the comment. "She did what she had to in order to get by and feed us, I don't see why you've got to bring that up all the time..." Jomyaku, confused at the goings on and trying to recall how he had even gotten here lifted a hand and parted his lips. This effort was quickly and roughly addressed, the silver creature turning a robed hand to grasp one of the nearby veins and somehow controlling each of its interconnected tendrils, the blood flowing like a serpent to catch the young shinobi's throat. There was nothing around it, just the blood and the mist, and yet it felt like iron against his skin and the smell was much closer and much stronger. This wasn't human, it couldn't human could contain such a potent substance and as his eyes followed the assailing tendrils past the controller and to their source it became clear this was the case - a hooded leech-like creature lay in the center of the room, struck down with several smaller leeches feeding off its corpse as the blood it leaked from its wounds did not drip but served as the roots of this massive structure. Returning to the hooded creatures he found that they were leading into their robes. They were feeding off of this thing, for whatever it had done and Jomyaku chose to assume it HAD done be struck down in this fashion not as punishment was the kind of uncomfortable thought that would not play nicely with the bind on his neck. "You were not asked to speak Venial. Your envoy has clearly not explained the rules." The silver leech spoke, pulling down its hood to reveal itself as such. It had no eyes but its gaze seemed deliberate, it had no lips but its words implied they would've been twisted unpleasantly, and it had no face in general yet it gave the impression of incredible severity. Jomyaku felt a shiver in his flesh but it was not his flesh, an attachment was more accurate. He looked down to find himself with the small leech that brought his memory in line with the current reality. The leech had brought him now but now it was trembling in fear, teeth digging deeper into his skin yet he could barely feel its bite. It had been feeding off him for some time now as its size had ballooned incredibly, taking him here seemed to also include a payment in blood or it took one regardless. The shinobi's gaze seemed to make it much more nervous and it slowly extracted itself, falling off and then from the stone below scrunching up in what Jomyaku could only assume was its way of bowing. It said nothing and he was not certain if it could speak at all. The answer seemed irrelevant however as his neck was pulled to bring his face back into the direction of the council speaking above him. "You'll have time to deal with his inadequacy later. You were brought before us because you wish to bind yourself to us and the Parliament welcomes your offer. In exchange for your blood and bone, your service and employ, your command and your obedience, you exist in equilibrium with us and all those below us. The Parasite Parliament has made deals with shinobi for decades, you should feel no shame for whatever circumstances have brought you before us today. Many of your kind feel we are a lowly species and few of you seek us out voluntarily, thus we use envoys such as the child who recruited you. You were sought because you were valuable and your value will be returned ten fold or greater..." The silver leech spoke, attempting to mask the repetition of this speak with a venere of nobility. The eyes of the boy made it clear that it was failing. "...look, we need to eat. We need you to enter the World of Men. You offer up blood and we will strip the blood from those who oppose you. You need only use this." The creature shifted but it didn't move, a red flicker appearing where it was and a new flicker appearing where it wished to be at the floor near him. As it did so the veins retracted and spread, stretching out along a flat plane of mist between the speaker and the listener. Lines of blood patterned themselves into kanji and symbols, lines and rings, until a symbol that seemed familiar to him dwarfed Jomyaku and the leech continued its speech. "This is the seal, what you call Kuchiyose, and you will mark it where you wish to call us. There are limits, however, and in your current state you will be unable to bind one of us, of the Parliament, to your world. There are many lessers available however and while you may wish to become personally acquainted with them it is not required. They exist to serve and should they fail then they'll be used to teach the next Venial after you like I teach you now." "Teach? What do you m-" Jomyaku asked, being cut short as the sigil of entwined blood coiled into a thickened cord and rushed him, a fountain of spiraling blood crashing into his chest and piercing into his body with little effort. There wasn't pain, only the excruciation of feeling hundreds of cords of blood worming into his flesh and latching into his chakra like a voracious parasite. The violation of it was short lived as his flesh seemed more willing than he realized at first and though his body was weak, falling as it was run through, the spirit seemed stronger. The spirit seemed informed, blood needling itself in like perfect patchwork as something deep, something predatory, something vile, awoke inside him and his eyes fixated on nothing. "Memories carried in blood, you won't forget the seal and you won't forget us either." The golden one, passive up to this point, grumbled. "You seem to be enjoying yourself with MY dinner..." Jomyaku's vision snapped onto the speaker like a doll at the command of a puppeteer, lips parting as he lifted himself from the earth and by instinct alone pulled the mist like a newfound limb. It mended, slowly, the he'd suffered but the dripping blood stained the fingers pressed against his chest. The shinobi thrust the hand forward to the beast, a current of red swirling into the surrounding air until a spot of pure mist did not exist. The blood, his blood, extended to eclipse this place, to control it. Here he wasn't weak. Here he had control. Here even this sinner's blood had purpose. "Whatever it takes old man! Take it all! Take every ounce of bastard's blood!" It smiled. Jomyaku knew it smiled. It didn't need teeth to be a smug asshole. "In time, things work differently here. When your life comes to an end I will be the one to terminate the arrangement. Your blood, your chakra, and everything you are will be reclaimed and enjoyed by me immensely. Just don't get fat, we don't exactly have it written up but no fatties okay? Until that time we require you to get stronger and to offer us more appetizing opponents, to that end I offer you my Dekoi." The mist turned against him, disobeyed. Splotches of red blood pooled, Kuchiyose seals forming as a current of crimson colored leeches flowed out and surrounded him. "Whenever you have need of them you only need to do the same, call them to your blood. They're simple but so are you, a nice fit for a beginner. Namari, take him somewhere else and make sure he knows his ass from a hole in the ground." Namari, the silver leech, responded curtly. "When I finish perhaps I can teach you too Jiman?" "When you can last a minute against me you can say whatever you like, until then handle the kid." The golden leech Jiman retorted. A response welled up from Namari's gut but his head caught wind of that plan and stiffled that rebellion swiftly. He turned to the shinobi and tilted his head towards a previously unseen door, leading the way out of the chamber as Jomyaku followed cautiously behind.
  3. The Meikiri bloodline has gone 48 hours without response to the latest changes.
  4. Name | Jomyaku Ame Nickname | - Title Name | - Gender | Male Age | 20 Home Link Village | Water Clan | Meikiri Village Ranking: | Genin Shinobi Ranking | C Element(s) | Suiton Specialties | Primary: Summoning [Beginner] Secondary: - Bloodline | Meikiri Chakra | 100 Stamina | 100 Jutsu | Bunshin [Clone] Henge [Transformation] Surface Walking Equipment | N/A Forms | N/A Creatures/Summons | N/A Styles | N/A Mentors & Pupils | - Friends & Family | - Recent History | -
  5. Name | Jomyaku Ame Nickname | - Title Name | - Gender | Male Age | 21 Birth Date | October 18th Hair Color | Black Eye Color | Black Height | 5’ 8” Weight | 140lb Appearance | A boy of average height and weight who carries himself with a stature that seems both relaxed and composed, moving as a man who wishes to be unnoticed but cannot convince himself to be unnoticed. His eyes constantly move, watching his surroundings vigilantly, even in times of rest, and taking in information with unrestrained greed. A mess of short black hair drapes and frames his face, falling just below his ears and fitting neatly with his usual wear of a high collar so that both overlap minimally. His choice of attire is usually completed with the rest of a long robe-like garment which cuts before the wrists and ankles, as to not inhibit movement of either limb, marked with the emblem of a skull and wing-like markings to either side of it. Seemingly ashamed of his village association his headband is hid beneath his collar, protecting his neck and being visible only when the collar is pulled down to show off the band of the Hidden Mist. Village | Mizumura [Water Village] Clan | - Village Ranking: | Genin Shinobi Ranking | C Element(s) | Suiton [Water] Specialties | Summoning [Beginner] Bloodline | Meikiri Favorable | Cold Tea, Birds, Research and Training, Samurai History Unfavorable | Hot Tea, Lizards, Samurai, Honorless Shinobi Personality | Not quite young but not quite old, straddling the line between understanding the world around him and placing himself in account for it, Jomyaku pursues knowledge of the Shinobi as a ravenous hound and will devour all information set before him. Perfection of the self, and thus perfection of purpose, are found only once every option is known and until then only imperfect decisions may be made (as necessary as they may be) so the imperfection of youth is a sore in his side that is unappreciated; often eavesdropping on the conversations of older shinobi in order to determine how best to not appear like other Genin. Jomyaku is a deliberate combatant and has turned much of his doubt in his place in life into a fine edge to cut away his imperfections, intending to do the same to any around him and offering a helping hand to those who also seek perfection. Philosophy & Beliefs | Bushido (practiced poorly) History & Background | Born into the Iron Country to a family of samurai, the young Ame was the offspring of an affair between an envoy to the Water Village and a Water shinobi. This relationship produced a handful of children, taken into the care of the samurai whose wife had failed to inform him of their true fathers. Unfortunately, as these things go, the mother’s deception was discovered and before the sound of her head hitting the earth, severed from the lips begging for forgiveness, her children were cast out by the father begging for the same. The tradition of honor held no place for those sired in such unsavory circumstances and they were left for three weeks to fend for themselves in the wilds before the patter of shinobi’s feet came to the only two children who had not perished. The Water Village had come to reclaim what it felt it was owed and so the two remainders were taken into the fog, to be raised as shinobi and to forget their past. Children, even in a land of water, hold firm to their blood and so the growing Jomyaku watched the samurai whenever they came near, saw their faces across the bright screens, filled his life with their written pearls of wisdom, and became engrossed in a culture that was held in his blood but not in his hands. The study of chakra did not come easily but it was pursued voraciously as the boy aspired to learn everything about the shinobi and to discover what had made them so wretched as to create a half breed like himself. These answers were not forthcoming and his growth was much slower than his companions, not advancing through the ranks at such young ages as many shinobi and only achieving the rank of Genin at 18 years old. The shinobi world, at such a low rank, was still as clouded in the mist as the lands beyond his door. In desperation Jomyaku steeled himself and arranged for departure from the village to his homeland for a month’s time, arranging a meeting with his father that he anticipated would set his life on a straighter path. Each day on the wagon to the Land of Iron was another pound of stone in his gut and when he finally arrived at his destination the sunken face of an elder, armor as bright as the day it had been given purpose, met his gaze. Between their eyes came no words as the elder pressed his hand against the metal seal between the armor’s breasts, concealing it as Jomyaku’s throat coiled. “Whose crest adorns your breast?” slipped from his crushed teeth as water through stone. The boy was not answered. “Whose crest adorns your breast?...” came whispered from the jaw set open now. The boy was not answered. “Whose crest adorns your breast!” roared out the youth as the storm would howl. And the boy was answered. A move of the hand, subtle yet drenched in intention, revealed the identity of Jomyaku’s doubts and confirmed their place. The crest of his father sat against the pitying heart of a man who was not his father and the silence between a boy and a man was settled only when the steel was pulled from the elder’s shoulders. The armor was much heavier on the boy but the weight of this answer pushed further until his knees touched the earth and his gaze shortly followed. The elder samurai turned from him. “His last words were to forsake our tradition and to offer to you, the unclean, the weight of his armor that it might mold you into a stronger man. You have no purpose here and no place behind our walls, return and never let my eyes see such a foul mark as that crest again.” In the mud between Jomyaku’s fingers the filth of the earth became tainted with the filth in his veins as stained nails dug into the soft palm flesh. It spread, a net of symbols cast about that he did not recall and as he raised a hand to feel what was within one crushed palm the gentle push of a creature was followed with its speech. “You don’t belong anywhere, do you? But you can belong to us.” Reports regarding the boy’s death were greatly exaggerated when the caravan returned home and spoke of the seal and his disappearance, civilians understanding little where shinobi understood much more. When Jomyaku returned to the village gates in three month’s time he was a changed man, dragging the armor he was not fit to wear with him as that which suited his impure blood was affixed to his shoulders. Two enormous leeches, covered in strange markings, barked in clear language at the gates guards to open and Jomyaku remained silent. Once his feet had crossed the threshold the blood loss kicked in and the last thing he remembered thinking was that he’d rather his veins had dirt in them than blood; at least it would be honest. When the Genin recovered he offered a report of absence, explaining that he had struck a contract and been instructed in the Land of Leeches to become in touch not only with them but with the true power of his blood. A Kekkei Genkai, manifested anew, came from within him despite his father being a shinobi of no noteworthy lineage and the abilities it held were also completely unfamiliar to the doctors attending him. Ultimately it was chalked up to a freak result of over exposure to Senchakra in a summoning’s realm and whether or not this lineage can continue is, as of yet, unknown. Filled with new purpose under the guidance of these inhuman minds, Jomyaku seeks to set the world of humans right and to become a man worthy of the gift passed on to him. The skull crest stitched into his clothes until it is fit to be held against his chest in the metal it was born to be etched within.
  6. Summoning Contract Name | Pact of the Parasite Species | Leech Appearance | Contracts are typically conducted by an envoy from the Land of Leeches, drinking the blood of the desiring signer and taking them to their world to continue the signing in view of the complete Parasite Parliament. Thus the contract’s scrolls typically just appear as a normal scroll which, upon opening it, produces a small globe of human blood housing an envoy leech which will speak with the desiring party. In other circumstances an envoy leech can be found among normal leeches, the Land of Leeches is not especially picky with who they allow to summon them and appreciate access to the blood spilled in shinobi conflicts to such a degree that they will tolerate nearly anyone. They do, however, require a source of water and cannot live for prolonged periods beyond it so they are typically found in the company of Suiton users. Common Characteristics | Leeches appear as thick skinned worm-like creatures, some of them being barbed, spined, or ringed, which have circular and bladed mouths and the capacity to inflate to five times their natural size when engorged. Leeches vary in size depending on their purpose with parasitic leeches being the most common type and much smaller, sometimes under an inch, enabling them to easily avoid detection if their natural camouflage doesn’t work alone whereas the larger predatory leech does not hide and simply attacks targets to drain them of blood violently if it cannot devour its prey whole. Natural Abilities | The creatures from the Land of Leeches are naturally aquatic, able to survive outside of the water but not for extended periods (up to two posts before requiring water) unless they are draining a host for liquids. They are adapted to the world of humans and drain them of blood and chakra, using their natural chemicals to make their bite and drain imperceptible to the nervous system. As they have camouflage, no unique scent, and make little to no sound as they eat they are a stealth predator which would make a shinobi jealous. Inversely, however, the larger predatory leeches who compose the majority of the Parasite Parliament are not interested in the ways of stealth and subterfuge and prefer to crush opponents under their surprising heft or to rip them apart with their razor sharp teeth. It leaves little to the imagine as to how they came to be in charge. Availability | Unlimited Requirements | Suiton Element
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