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Ninja Riyu presents...

Death Jack Knife​

Original story by: Jason Haley

This RP by: Salem Waribara​

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The Story...

Seven years ago, a war broke out between mankind. A mass civil war that eventually led to the downfall of all monarchic rule, and the birth of individual rule soon took over.

Cities were created, each one for a specific class of fighter: Rogue, Wizard, Hunter, Ninja, Slayer, Alchemist, Paladin. These classes soon thought of their former allies as nothing more than dirt, something they could claim as their own. Miniature battles broke out on a daily basis.

Many people wished for these battle to end, and they formed their own classes, trying to retain their heritage, but create a new type of warrior to wield the blade against those who were once their people: Spy, Mercenary, Sorcerer, Bio-mage, Golden Knight, Gunman, Archer. These classes called themselves the "Remade" and tried at every chance to stop bloodshed by harming, but not killing, their former comrades.

The Remade were considered a threat to world peace and were targeted by everybody, not just their former friends.

One person, however, emerged from the shadows and surveyed the battles going on. He was determined to bring peace in whatever fashion necessary. And more often than not, death was his favored weapon for peace.

People called him the "Death Jack Knife," and his mission was to end war withing the world. Whatever the cost.

The Rules...

1. No spamming, PLEASE NO SPAMMING! NO SPAMMING, DARN IT!

2. No God Modding, or the God of this RP(me) WILL KILL YOU DEAD!

3. On that note, no power-playing, or I'll power-play your RP character through a WALL.

4. YOU MUST FOLLOW THE GUIDLINES ON THE TEMPLATE IF YOU WISH TO SURVIVE!!!

5. No Flaming, lest you wish for your character's life to become... forfeit...

6. There is only ONE D.J.K. Any others are PHONIES, AND SHALL BE TERMINATED BY ARNOLD SCHWARZENEGGER!!!

7. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M YELLING ABOUT!!!​

The Template...

Username:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Class:
Appearance:
Bio:
Weapon of Choice:

MY TEMPLATE:

Username: Ninja Riyu

Name: Jack Harvest, alias Death Jack Knife

Age: 18, as his age was in the story

Gender: Male, dur!

Class: In the story, his class was "Guardian"

Appearance: http://www.freewebs.com/midnite_pirate/-anime-guy.jpg

Bio: The story says that he was found and raised by a master of combat until the point the master was killed, at which time, Jack received his weapons and left to end all wars.

Weapon of Choice: Dark sword(in picture), "Angel" pistol(not shown)​

THOU SHALT ONLY BE APPROVED IF THOU SPEAKETH THE WORD(S) OF WISDOM:

"Ninja poof!"

(PS: Yep. I'm insane alright.)

CURRENTLY APPLIED MEMBERS!!!
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1. Username: The Almighty Xendane!!!(Not)
Name: Peter St. John
Age: 18-ish, that's how he was in the story.
Gender: Male, duh.
Class: Paladin(and if you don't know, a paladin is like a Knight, only he's got Holy Magic to boot.)
Appearance: http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/l...g?t=1246213090
Bio: He never participated in the war, but in the story, he was eventually caught up in another battle against his will. He's rather shy, and isn't much of a people person when it comes to happiness, as he finds his own peace in the recluse of silence.

Weapon of Choice: Great sword(not pictured)

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2. Username: R3c0Nzi13
Name: Samuel Mayday
Age: 19(wasn't that his age in the story, Jase?)
Gender: Male
Class: Mercenary
Appearance: http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3144/...5a5bf2b2d1.jpg
Bio: Hired by Rogues to take out anybody they want him to, Samuel is a bit of a nut job when it comes to business.
Weapon of Choice: Knives(not shown), daggers(not shown), short swords(not shown)

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3. Username: 9th Genesis
Name: Grey Healin
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Class: Sorcerer
Appearance: http://api.ning.com/files/F662uWQSsG.../anime_guy.jpg
Bio: Quiet, powerful, and will NOT be spoken down to by anybody
Weapon of Choice: staff

I'm unsure as to whether or not comedy stories are allowed here. Please tell me if they are so that I'm not worrying about what's going to happen if I post this here.

~Shinobi Ahou~
(Ninja fools)
By Salem Waribara/Sam Hakusho/Daisuke Nataka
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Prologue:

Another stormy night strikes Tokyo city as the moon is shrouded in clouds. The stars are blotted from the sky. The only lights are the ones within the city, which make it all that much brighter. In other words, not good conditions for Ninja operations.

Tell that to these guys.

Five ninjas jumped across the building tops, moving quickly to find their target and eliminate him before daylight... if there was daylight tomorrow. All seemed to be going well until the one in the very back tripped over a loose roof tile and fell flat on his face, forcing his compatriots to have to return, pick him up, and then continue, wasting valuable time and slowing things down because of lost momentum. They weren't too happy with their dusty- haired companion, and one, a helmet covering his face, growled lowly and slapped himself in the visor, wondering why it was that he had to be stuck with this batch of utter fools.

Although, he had to admit, even though they seemed to do everything horribly wrong to the point of failure, they still somehow manage to complete their missions, but just barely. If not for their rampant stupidity, they might be considered professional shinobi, but they weren't. In fact, the only professional was the helmeted ninja, Riyu, alias Salem Waribara. He had undergone rigorous training with the greatest of all Shinobi, straining his body and mind to the point where he nearly died seven times. He operated in all conditions, rain, sleet, snow, hail, mud, heat, cold, what have you. And he always dressed to meet the requirements: Light summer clothes in the hot day time, warm winter gear, made white to blend in with the snow and fog, or even a mud-covered military camouflage ninja uniform for heavily wooded areas, muddy areas with green growth, or just plain mud.

As for his team mates, well, they were the exact opposite. They dressed wrong for every occasion: Black ninja gear in a snowy atmosphere, white ninja gear at night, camo gear on a sunny day, there was no way they could efficiently disguise themselves without getting caught by authorities. Many times, Riyu had to cover for them to ensure their escape with the prize, and even then, they screwed up at getting away unnoticed. Sometimes, when Riyu knew they were going to get caught, he would set up explosives as diversions to distract the guards while they got out.

Yep, the Ninja job was just as fun as Riyu thought it would be. Not for him, maybe, but definitely for his "friends", or rather, "People who are on the death list this year".

This stormy evening, between rain showers, Riyu and his team were searching for a wanted criminal and intended to kill him, steal his cash, then leave. If they somehow screwed this up, Riyu had the foresight to go and get them all fake I.D.s so that they could skip out of Japan and defect to America.

There wasn't a doubt in his mind that that was what was going to happen tonight...

~End~

Chapter 1: "Way to freakin' go..."

They eventually reached the building where their target resided. Riyu began silently praying to whatever god was listening(and not laughing at him because of his bad luck)that they would not screw up. Of course, he had a feeling the gods weren't listening, or they were silently snickering while "Answering his prayers". Riyu was having serious thoughts of suicide at this point. End it now so that I don't have to deal with these guys later, please, just let my sword deal a killing blow!

Of course, Riyu knew, with his luck, the sword would miss and skim off his armor. It was his shortcoming: He had never perfected his aim.

With a heavy sigh, Riyu gave the signal a placed helmet's visor down, covering his face with an iron lion's face, eye holes included so that he could see where he was going. He made sure to go in last so that if anybody knocked anything over, he could catch it before it hit the floor. At least he could null the pain of defeat for a while, if it couldn't be avoided.

Riyu came to a point where there were several rooms to choose from. Reluctantly, he gave the command for them to split up, and he took to the stairs. He made sure that the second smartest of the group, a ninja who went by the name "Sam", was with him so that they could at least get something done quickly and hopefully get out without their team knowing so that they wouldn't be disgraced by failure again. Sam shared Riyu's hatred for screw-ups, so they got along well, meaning they wouldn't have to worry about arguments while they escaped.

The stairs were tread with utmost care and precision. Any creak, thump, or banging of feet coming up the staircase would surely alert the guards, if there were any. On the last step, Riyu rolled to avoid stepping on the crack in it, and Sam did the same. A door stood in their way. Riyu slid it open just a crack, and there he saw his target: an old, balding man laying in a bed that surely must have cost a fortune to obtain. He nodded to Sam, who returned the feeling with a grin, and as they were about to enter and kill the unfortunate elder...

...An enormous crash emitted from the kitchen.

Riyu and Sam exchanged looks that clearly said, "That's it. They're all going to die, slowly and painfully."

With a roar, Riyu ran into the room and brought his sword down on the screaming man, stabbing him in the throat and shattering his Adam's Apple, which strangled and killed him soon after. Riyu quickly retrieved his weapon and cleaned the blood off with a rag in his back pouch, the replaced it in its sheathe as he and Sam darted out of the room, back down the stairs, and towards the front door, soon followed by the rest of their team, who were stupidly shouting "Sh*t! Sh*t, run! Run! They're gaining on us!"

Riyu felt the need to stab something. Brutally. He was literally seeing red at this stage.

As the team ran, Riyu and Sam thought to themselves, "Well, looks like we're going to have to defect... I wonder how much it would cost us to go to Korea instead while the rest go to America?"

~End of Chapter 1~

There's chapter one and the prologue of Ninja Idiots. If you enjoyed, say so! If I put this in the wrong spot, say so! If you hate ninjas, comedy, and idiocy, GTFO, noob!

Anyhow, I'll post some more for you if you want. Like I said, I'm not sure if this is in the right spot, so please let me know if it isn't.

-Salem Waribara

PS: Chapter one is short because I was running short on time to write it. Emmet was pestering me to get it done so people would stop emailing him asking where the hell it was.

Hey. I'm Salem Waribara, a.k.a. Ninja Riyu.

I won't explain myself in further detail other than I'm part of a group called Chillax led by my good friend, Xendane. We've been friends since... I dunno, second grade?

I'm also part of a secret, higher-than-elite group of ninja (Xendane's note: HA!) known as Kyuu Souseiki, or 9th Genesis, which is coincidentally the username of another friend of mine I know on this site.

I've been lurking around here as a guest for a while, since I forgot how to access my deviantART account, and Bash.org gets boring after a while, and I finally decided, with the help of R3c0Nzi13, to join up.

In my free time, I'm a free runner who enjoys using his free running skizzles (which is my friend Daisuke's term for "skills") to make comedy movies about a group of ninjas who totally SUCK at what they do. Though I've never posted any of them, my friends and I enjoy watching our own suckage.

I came here mainly to have a good time, relax with some friends, meet new people, blah blah blah, and hopefully, things will run over well here. If not? Well, I forget how to access accounts faster than I remember them, so that won't remain an issue for long, now will it? I figure, by removing myself from the cross hairs of trolls, they won't get the response they want out of me, and either eventually stop bothering my unresponsive account, or continue tormenting it, while I'm out having a good time. So, either way, they'll still lose. Remember that, trolls, the next time you see my account and want to flame it. I'm not some nooblet you can torment because you know he'll get mad and argue back. I don't even bother with it anymore.

After reading this, if you feel I'm a bit cynical, that's because I haven't had my coffee today, it's hot as hell in California, and I've been running across building tops all day trying to film my latest video. I'm tired, see?

Of course, if you feel I'm a fairly relaxed guy with style, that's alright too. In fact, anything you think of me is okay, so long as it doesn't fall into categories that might get me in trouble with the authorities. I'm trying to keep myself clean, people.

This has been: Ninja Riyu. Mikomi maro enjoi, bai!

{NOTE: I'm Japanese, but I'm not good at speaking my own language since I'm also Russian and American. Somebody tell me if I wrote that right?}