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Welcome to Unison Sign! We are a reimagined Naruto site taking place in an alternate world to the one from the canon. The continent we live on has greatly destabilized since the emergence of chakra. Bijuu now roam the earth and secrets from centuries ago are being discovered. To protect themselves and to better prepare for the road ahead, clans of shinobi have started to band together in groups and are setting up villages in which they can reside free of discrimination. Join us as we build this world from the ground up.
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OUT OF CHARACTER! Unison Sign is officially open! We've completely overhauled the site giving it a new look, new backstory, and new role playing system. We're still rolling out information posts and making changes to the board but feel free to get started on your characters and jump into the role play whenever you're ready. Make sure you are familiar with all of our new threads before you do though!
IN CHARACTER With the release of the bijuu and chakra reappearing in humans, the world has become incredibly unstable. To protect themselves from discrimination and prepare for the trials ahead clans of shinobi have started to gather together to form villages. Two villages already exist and this has put pressure on other clans to start to come together under their own banners. Will you help create these villages or do everything you can to stop them?
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HUNTER
Founder and co-creator of the original Elysium, Hunter has been role playing for many moons now. Some would say he's old (but they'd be wrong).
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UNISON SIGN was created by Hunter and Kurayami. The theme was made by Dorothia, this includes Board Mod, Mini-Profile and such. Images were found on Google, Zerochan or any other image resource site. If we forgot to mention you in credits, PM a staff member and we'll make sure to add you. |
01: The Lowly Messenger - [PURO]
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Post by Ryūza Koizumi on Jul 26, 2014 14:51:03 GMT -7
The sky was painted a vibrant orange, allowing only subtle strokes of purple and red to fizzle into its canvas. A beautiful display of nature’s own décor as the sun began to relax into the distant hemisphere; its journey never over yet this side of the world could sleep soon.
Could the Wind country be anymore monotonous?
“Damn Kazekage! Never accepting an audience.” He scuffed.
Beyond a reason of a doubt, the young Salamander roared imperceptible spurs of flames as he sat comfortably in a bed of sand. Legs folded neatly over one another and arms equally held over his chest, his visage showed a clear sign of tranquility; until of course one set sights upon his face. Irritation was an understatement as his eyebrows lifted in gratuitous frustration, veins also seemingly flooding the space along his forehead. It almost appeared as if he was forcing himself to bottle his wrath. Nonetheless, akin to steam rising from a closed kettle, his own fumes exuded effortlessly into the afternoon sky.
Smoke escaped his nostrils as he exhaled violently. “The nerves of that old broad.” Sighing was the only calm action he took as he remained poised along put a fragment of the stretch of sandy consistency. The air moved both slowly and silently, allowing for the penetration of sound to be easily observable as only small dunes and mounds reached out around the boy for miles; infiltration by conventional means would be next to impossible. Nonetheless, that was how he wanted it; it was the reason for this location.
Maybe if I continue proving myself, he’ll finally give me some worthwhile missions.
Hope was all he needed.
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Post by Jena Hoshikuzu on Jul 26, 2014 17:12:59 GMT -7
I'm bored to death in heaven And down alone in hell I am the fallen angel And back again, here she was. The female Missing-Nin honestly couldn't do a much better job than get herself lost in the middle of a golden wasteland. Luckily there wasn't a raging sandstorm sweeping the desert as it had done last time she visited. Then again, she was solemnly here because of annihilation, and she could not allow the escape of said traitor. Yet that mission was done for, and so she had no further reasons to linger in this trash of a terrain. Nonetheless, it estranged her that some fellow comrades had suggested she continue exploring the Suna Desert, inquiring that disguised treasures lurked in the sandy confines of this Country. How that could've persuaded her was not a matter to ponder on at that moment. After all, all she could spot miles away from her was nothing but bigger piles of this murky and pesky pebbly floor. How was she ever going to get rid of this repeating hell?
Jena was sure she had been trudging the escalating dunes for an hour or so, her legs beginning to grow exhausted of all the force put in the hoisting of her body. Her feet were harder to dig out of the sand, putting excessive weight upon having to be lifted. Her grey cloak's ends were trapped between the microscopic stones, her shoulders having to bear the strength used to tug it free. All of that, for an hour or so. Ah, yes, having to shun herself from the Countries, evading troubles and murdering when commanded was all her life meant at the moment. Nothing more, nor nothing less. She guessed that was all there was to it, as well. She could never return to that hole that she once dared call home, and there was no one by her side to take care of her. Not that there even was one at any point.
Yet this was the path she had accidentally chosen.
Sighing at this constant process of self-judging, the girl moved on. The sky was beautifully beaming with messy strokes of dusk colours. It was everything she could currently handle to appreciate. Looking at the bright side of things was never easy when your hands were soaked in blood and your name frowned upon. She was the Girl from Hell, and she stood up to the name alright. What sort of rumours about her could have journeyed the land and reached the souls of the living? Nothing pretty, that's for granted. She couldn't help but smirk at such comment. She had a nasty reputation upon those that encountered her. Heck, what other thing would you do when you fend for yourself in treacherous lands? When you have numerous Shinobi tracking you down, the only thing that would always be by your side was a weapon and your own chakra. That being mentioned, her hand sneaked within her cloak, caressing the smooth hilt of her golden katana, Yuugure.
"What in the...?"
Abruptly, a dark blob in the distance halted her movements. Jena instantly and out of reflex dropped to the sandy ground, kneeling behind a gigantic dune and spying upon the... hold on, was that smoke? The figure more or less resembled a human torso, maybe sitting down on the sand as the posture would suggest. "A Suna ninja out here all by themselves? Quite strange," she whispered to herself, unsheathing the gleaming, sharp blade. "Wonder what drove this person out here." Her feet slyly paced closer to the now distinguishable body of a still young boy, solitary and murmuring words of noticeable frustration. Huh, the angers of a youngster. She wasn't that old herself, barely being nineteen, yet she had been through various stages of incomprehensible behaviour when coursing through the early years of the teenager phase. Now she approached the back of the ninja, posing Yuugure in a way that she could easily push forward and dig the blade within his neck.
"Stay still or I'll be forced to pierce you with my katana," the Missing snapped once behind the male. "If you're a good boy then I might just let you live to tell others of my presence." [ notes ] And so, it begins~ [ words ] 702 [ jutsu used ] noop [ tagged ] Ryūza Koizumi |
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Post by Ryūza Koizumi on Jul 27, 2014 11:28:44 GMT -7
Seemingly trapped in his own self-induced irritation, the arrival of another completely escaped Ryuza, until of course he heard the voice emit from behind him and had a blade tilted against his back. One little shove from the blade and Ryuza was a goner, the shinobi that had the blade against his back sounded like a lady. He did not recognize her voice and being so far out here was his mistake, but he didn't care, the Kazekage was an annoying brat anyway. He certainly did not wish to die today though and for that matter, not anytime within the next twenty years. He knew there was a blade against his back but if he used his jutsu correctly, it wouldn't be a problem to escape. Quickly muttering a few words of his own, he utilized the simple technique that every ninja should be able to utilize, Shunshin no Jutsu. Running forward at speeds over twelve miles an hour, Ryuza was already into his stride, when he was around fifteen meters away from the shinobi he quickly jumped and turned to face the swordsman. She was around the same height as Ryuza, maybe a bit taller. Ryuza confirmed that she certainly wasn't a shinobi from Sunagakure. She possessed sleek glossy hair that was black, the streaks falling down to just below her jaw. She was by no means fat and seemed very healthy, she possessed a fit build that exhibited months and months of exercise and training.
Her attire was different than the most, an exuberant black jacket, her blade in her hand and a lighter black legging form skirt accompanied by dark shinobi zipped sandals. He noticed she was wearing finger-less black gloves with holes where the knucklesShe is seen about wearing fingerless black gloves with holes where the knuckles become more prominent.Wrapping it all up was a dull, dark gray cloak that has a white interior, and a chin-high collar with white outlines.noticing a kid was standing in front of him and his large 'personal space' was breached; Ryu was already mad at the Kazekage and did not really want to talk to anybody else at this brought upon a new level of pissed. He noticed the kid was from another village, Iwagakure to be exact and so he put his guard up, flames started to cover his body and he started heating up for a potential battle just in case.Her right arm possessed a village protector, as he briefly glanced at it he noticed it was that of Konohagakure no Sato. Now, why was a shinobi of Konoha all the way out here?
Now, after observing her, he shifted from his thoughts to the very fabric of reality and with his personal space being breached, this brought on a new level of pissed. Flames started to cover his body and he started heating up for a potential battle.She was awkwardly fair which further confirmed his suspicions.The skin pigmentation alone was enough to warrant some form of suspicion. Living in the desert where your only comfort came from the sun itself, a tan was but a prerequisite of those native to these parts. Ryuza was not one of the types to spark up a friendly conversation but his next choice of words weren't very bright in the current situation.
“Are you gonna just stand there n’ look dumbfounded?” He inquired indignantly.
Rude and uncouth, Ryuza made his presence known in a powerful stance. Lightly-tanned skin complimented sallow white, billowing pants that fitted perfectly into the sides of his sandals. Thin, though muscular arms were folded over his chest, partially clouding a strong chest cavity and a sleeve-less black vest; embroidered on his sash. The insignia of his village—Sunagakure. Legs shoulder-length apart and a stern facial realm, he was prepared for anything.
“Well?” He wouldn’t ask again.
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