Kibaa Inazuma

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-18+ RP Partners-Story Based RP-Rivals-Friends-Long-Term RP Contacts

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No Minors.Erotic Roleplay.No Racism/Bigotry/Homophobia of any kind.Not looking for romance neither IC nor OOC.No Metagaming, Godmodding or anything of the sort.

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RPer of 10+ Years, yet I still can't read.EST TimezonePara/MatchFree After 5PM EST almost every day.

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The Inazuma Clan:
A clan once well renown for hunting Yokai, now faded back into seclusion. The Inazuma are a group once well known for their fearsome warriors who slew both man and Yokai alike, known for their deep rooted hatred of Yokai born from the wickedness of man's heart.. Over time they have developed special techniques they wield to exorcise demons. Originally composed of a group of mercenaries who'd protected villages from wandering Oni. They are also well known for their violence having drawn steel against man and Yokai alike during Hingashi's age of blood without discrimination where they rose to power, before simply vanishing into myth and legends.The Champion Magus: After having had spent a cycle or so in Eorzea, Kibaa stumbled upon the Mystic Runestone a competition that pitted Mage's against each other in a show of skill. Kibaa himself employing his ninjutsu has claimed more than a few Runestone wins.

Biography

Born in Dalmasca amid it's occupation Kibaa's life wasn't particularly filled with splendor. Raised solely by his mother for the first half of his life, Kibaa was lucky enough to have a roof over his head, but just because they had a roof didn't mean they lived comfortably. His mom was often out of the house working, Kibaa was left at home to fend for himself, his three siblings, and a drunk for an uncle....A hyur man who had no real blood connection to his family, but one day stumbled into their home and never left.Realizing he couldn't rely on his mother to feed all the mouths in their home by herself, he decided to invest his time in feeding them his own way; taking to thievery to keep himself and his siblings from going to bed hungry. Eventually he got relatively good at it, better than he had any right to be at his age. In part due to some of the few books he 'Borrowed' from his mother's room, that for reasons he didn't question had teachings on techniques involving concealing oneself from plain view, amongst other shady behavior.He knew better than to inquire about the books, else she might hide them away, and so he never asked, content to not understand why his mother held such text so dear. That was until his eyes grew bigger than his stomach, the young man growing greedy and cocky; figured he'd bless his sisters with a large bounty. The entire contents of a Garlean Storehouse and all of the food inside of it. He knew all too well he was biting off more than he could chew, but chew he did, just only getting to gaze upon the contents of the storehouse he sought to rob before getting caught by Garlean Watch.Just barely managing to slip by the guards who came rushing at the sound of alarms, Kibaa ran as fast as his feet could manage just able to touch the tree line, before a squad of armed patrolling soldiers stopped him dead in his tracks. Unwilling to shoot a child, Kibaa was taken to a work camp, meant to clean and repair the soldiers gear, and keep it up to snuff. A year passed, the young child settling into his new life, until like the ever changing sands of Dalmasca did, it shifted. As if the wind was sharp as a knife, the two night guards who usually kept watch over the laborers suddenly fell to the ground with a harsh thud. While two strangers one clad in black, the other in purple from head to toe, crept in to the building. Kibaa only able to hear them whisper something about 'Emerald Eyes'. It didn't take them long to catch sight of the fear ridden child, not knowing what two murderers might have wanted with him. Though as luck would have it, it wasn't his blood they wanted, but it was his blood that had saved him, the two quickly snatching Kibaa up, and whisking him off to the nearest port, where the two who had rescued him shared, a brief exchange. The one in purple pulling the child into a tight embrace, before the one in black escorted him on to the boat. As they departed, the last he remembers of that night, was the port shrinking as they sailed further away, the heartbroken face of his mother as she removed her mask, and his mother's heart wrenching cries.When he finally mustered the strength to look away from the far gone shores, Kibaa moved to address the man who had helped his mother, who had already slipped out of his own garb, revealing himself to be the Uncle Kibaa thought only good for slaughtering a bottle of booze. Given Kibaa had plenty of questions, the only answers he got that night were that his mother was a Dalmascan Shikari, and that his Father was a man from Hingashi who he'd be meeting soon.Upon arriving in Hingashi after far too many days at sea, Kibaa's new life had only just begun. With what he knew it was only fitting that he be taught the ways of the Shinobi.

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