Name: Albert Speer
Nicknames: Spook - Javelin - Voltaire
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Clan: Jiton
Village: Konohagakure
Rank: Anbu
Nicknames: Spook - Javelin - Voltaire
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Clan: Jiton
Village: Konohagakure
Rank: Anbu
Height: 6"
Weight: 175lbs
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Weight: 175lbs
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General: Ghost has some weird sets or Motivations and Believes. Being the strange guy he is he ches to have fallacies otherewise Considered strange. A party animal at night. A criminal on the day. Because of course the thug life chose him. Not really, Ghost is just a sophisticated scamp. Or is designated as such by many. He lives in life where one gives very little to no amount of shelves. Had a farm where he would board his daily farm he had, one could make an observational statement and say that it was barren. Had not been such a clear prior to such a declaration, that is. He is quick to attack a bore in the company of others. Who is accompanied by his natural fatigue issues. Probably.
Ghost never got that checked out, but is pretty sure a few strands of his somewhat bipolar membrane. What event caused him to act in an unpredictable pattern. Certain madness sometimes wanders through his head, making him move strange.
Other than that, Phantom is an animal disguised in a man package. He has habits most animals, and terns to natural instincts that most animals have. This, of course, makes him the party animal he is. In battle, the male is found to be calm. Strategic- supported by his high intelligence than the battle strategies and just normal understanding of the status quo of fighting. Supported by his fine phrases put the male has won many battles by his past. Many of which were officially ranks higher than themselves. Because of this performance, he is very confident in his abilities. Because he is a missing- nin, he is being chased. Which causes him to be on his guard at a given time. Swords - He loves looting swords from the bodies of his victims.
He has a small collection in his safe-house in the forest of an abandoned village. The house is about two miles from the village that has been abandoned for about twenty years. • Sharingan - He hunts specifically those from the Uchiha clan, or else just a sharingan. He likes to take them and keep them for themselves, he wants a sharingan transplanted into his own body, but that is a difficult task without getting one, obviously. As he chases after which the Sharingan and goes to great lengths to try to obtain one.
Pray - He believes that the wisdom of God to follow the wrong kind of wisdom. He is a good habit to the Christian religion, while in his teens. While he is a young adult now, he does not like the idea of praying to your voice strong convictions about the god you believe is absolute. Although he dislikes jashinists because he believes they are also consumed not realize in their prayers to the 'bigger' image. • Superior Authority - One of the main reasons for the village that he was once a part of it was due to higher authority, or whatever mumbo-jumbo that took place overflowed.
He believes that the highest authority is not alone. And therefore does not like the idea. • God - His religious complex, Ghost wants Shinobi - to become God. When someone mentions his name in bad words he will want to show up and end their lives. This course requires ubiquity. This is a feat almost impossible to achieve in normal conditions. • Ubiquity - He wants to achieve the impossible. The element that has any god. To be present everywhere, all the time and to be able to appear at a given time at a certain location under conditions which require him to achieve this simple. Obviously this is a goal that practically impossible to achieve. But, Ghost likes to dream big.
The sensations of lightning went through his body and hit him. This is a suppressed fear that he will only bothered during his sleep or rather his subconscious. He is not afraid of the actual lightning element, because it is predictable, while the natural light is not so predictable. This fear causes him more nightmares like the usual person. While he was a normal dream is suddenly interrupted by a lightning flowing through his body. Because of this, he usually wakes up with a lot of adrenaline, concerns, and other elements that the median average person would be annoyed by a great deal.
Certainly this is caused by psychological reasons that Ghost has yet to investigate. He is not a person's own mental state that much because he misses the importance of investigating to do this. Because of his parents he is capable of speaking and understanding languages That Are not only ghosts in his nation but in the nations of many around him.
Favorites:
* Swords
* Uchiha Eyezzz
1. Speer a delusional kid from his young years doesn't take too kind and never did from times of his youths. Ridiculous youth, generic dramatic story - too edgy to tell others about it. That about sums up the early ages of Speer. After these certain unmentioned dramatic events things took for a turn which afterwards he called or rather nicknamed himself as Spook, the daeldric gatekeeper of darkness and whatnot. His aspirations were to disappear in thin air and become what he couldn't be. Some abracadabra would be very neat. This is what he thought, and believed. Until he was more mature he had these feelings of superiority reflecting from his peers. Throughout his puberty he was a bit goofy. A non caring attitude that every edge teenagers holds to themselves.
2. Being a reflection in the lives of certain, being an abrupt command in others. The personality of the sole soul began in a chaotic state. As if the souls of thousands were screaming at the same time. Upon maturing, these screamings were silenced by the harsh reality that was. And still is. Being a man of few words, he spoke but little during the adventures of his past. His enjoyment of life taking a railroad to other types of pleasure, weird ones- strange ones- and rationalized normal ones. Blood was something that had been involved throughout his entire life, his delusional illusions replaced every type of liquid with a bloody goop. Sometimes when he swallowed the saliva in his mouth he was imagining that he was drinking the blood of the person he had in his mind. Pretty edgy, huh?
3. Growing up the soul learned to appreciate natural flora, culture and mannerisms of tribes deserted by communities of people. Tribes living alone without any type of communication with other humans interested him the most. Their culture, beliefs- the pyramid of sanity was completely different in most cases. I doubt you're reading this at all, actually. Which makes me able to say stuff like, topkek. Being the curious human he once met a deaf blind man. His mannerisms were completely something he had never seen before. He embraced the darkness in its entirety. During these years he was exposed to his so called - family pride - which came to be after his minor to great success within the ranks of his village. He was considered an outcast by his family prior to his great success which led him to give his familia the cold shoulder.
4. He felt with his senses and seismic disturbances. Unfortunately at this time, he could not pick up this talent- but rather understood the psychological aspect of it. He was intrigued by this man, and had decided to murder him. The murder was simple and plain, it involved baiting. After a bit of planning, in secrecy he killed the man- the ending of his life was quick and painless. The murder was almost instantaneous. The ways of killing a person was a trait Spook taught himself earlier in his life. It was something he didn't consider to be difficult by any means. Ebin. The most difficult part about it was hiding it from others. That, and of course the bloody goop- brainy parts that would be blasted over the walls of the vicinity he performs the deed in.
5. After murdering him Spook sawed his legs and arms off, saving the head for last and squeezed every drop of blood into a bath tub which he would bathe in bare. It is believed that bathing in the blood of his own kind would lead him to absorb their powers, being the placebo that it is Spook went ahead and did it. Therefor the people he meets he might hold hostile intentions towards which aren't directly placed or visibly shown in a cue but merely vaguely directed.
6. Allowing him to act of the must spontaneous moves ever seen. Being as this person he more or less became an animal- in the shape of a human. His instincts are primitive and so are his motives, that doesn't make him a barbarian in actions, but merely in thoughts and sometimes in acts. Such as concealed carry in case of danger breaking out, a / just in case / basically. This being something that gives him extra confidence. Without certain things, he feels naked when lurking outside. He lurks a lot during his idle hours, times when he has no particular assignments or certain one sided motivations to complete a task. This leads him to be slightly lazy and results in Spook doing little to no missions in his free time. Unfortunate for the success of his village, but somewhat fortunate for his potential victims who don't have to face him.
7. Upon graduating and becoming more mature, the sociopathic tendencies of the man were hidden among the group of nins that he operated with. His actions most certainly justified when he carried them out under the public eye and therefor avoiding any possible judgement from higher ups. But still, in some way of form the male had been cautious not to be noticed or caught weirdly under the public eye by those he didn't want to notice him of. During his deployment in the ANBU regiment things went quite smoothly. He could perform his hobbies out on people and be considered a silent- unknown hero to the populace. Patriotic stuff and all that.
8. Spook has a neat talent for violence. Sometimes alone, sometimes he teams up with others to conflict more violence in a more organized structure. Sometimes not as organized and more chaotic - which he's fine with either way - he strives for perfection in the destruction that he causes. His nickname Spook came to existence after Speers enigmatic acts and strange personality. Javelin could be translated to Speer, his first name. Voltaire because he's a vague dank memer and edgy.
Key Events:
5 - Killed his first person
15 - Killed another, bathed in that persons blood
17 - Became Chuunin
19 - Became ANBU
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Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Loud echoes throughout the entire area, throughout every centimeter of the area the loud stomping of the spectators could be heard, felt. People would call it frightening, it sounded as if thunder was in the ground- a sound resembling earthquake. To some, it would give confidence, confidence high enough to make a person gutsy. Other than the earthquake like motions, the sound of something else could be heard. For Voltaire, this sound was familiar. He had heard it multiple times, on multiple occasions. He wasn’t afraid of it, but rather embraced it. Voltaires aura was truly malicious- something to hold anxiety against, if not handled with proper measures it could prove itself to be very lethal. A spell, kneaded deep within the foundation of the gun. It only took a split second before it was shot into the air, for it to detonate. And thus, a meter into the air three bananas appeared in a puff of smoke. This sequence of actions occurred in an orderly fashion- right above the head of Voltaire, the puff of smoke merely hiding the bananas for a very short period of time before dissipating into the air. The explosion seemed to be silent, soundless. The only cue that one could receive to be aware of the bananas would be the visual one- through their eyes. And as such, the crowd observed as Voltaire laid out his plan in great detail. Of course, everything had been pre- planned. Countless strategies were already in the head of the young Voltaire prior to the battle occurring. As actions folded out, as did his mind- it kept on analyzing without taking up active thinkspace, implying that this was his second nature, his instincts. The behavior of a true wild animal in his hunting stance as one would call it.
The bananas were positioned in a way that one banana would fall the fastest to the ground, whilst the other two would float in the air for a few tenths of a second further. The hand that Voltaire was holding his gun was his left one. He let go of the gun, as it slipped by his palm. He then motioned the same hand upwards, and grabbed the lowest banana, which he immediately used his strength on flung into the air. His right hand at the time, motioned towards the falling gun to immediately grab it and put back in Voltaire’s holster whilst his left hand caught another banana. After holstering the gun he caught the other remaining banana with his right hand. A pattern was recognized, it was the pattern of a clown at a circus: juggling balls into the air. But, these were not balls- but live sized bananas. The banana he threw flew throughout the air, vertically upwards at a speed of ten meters per second. Carnage. Voltaire a man who took the appearance of a grim reaper. Wearing black combat gear, cloaked with a brown- black cloak raised the interest of the crowd. Whilst the single banana he had previously thrown up into the air was still mid- flight, spiraling downwards in a vertical position back towards Voltaire a rift of big size appeared in front of him. It’s size was rather grand, where the size of the arena was enough for the spacing of the rift- considering that it was facing the front of Voltaire, and which he had used a corner like technique to possibly corner his opponent before he had the chance to arrive. He presumed quick, and thus was his mindset very decisive and didn’t need much time doubting himself. Judging from those personality, habits, Voltaire had reacted right away. Whilst the beast of the unknown void was ascending from the rift in front of him, he held up his two arms. The beast rose slowly, Voltaire is using this obviously to his advantage. Taking only one tenth of a second to respond to the sudden rift, and another one tenth of a second as the ascension of the beast summoned by his opponent, presumably. Because of the slow rising of the beast Voltaires arms would move whilst only the head of the beast was sticking out from its rift.
Each hand of Voltaire held a single banana, whilst the other remaining banana he threw in the air was descending he moved both his hands forwards. The bananas, which were the two he was holding were both pointed at the rift- beast like gorilla in front of him. Voltaire was facing the front of the gorilla. Which meant that his front was facing the front of the gorilla for possibly a short amount of time. This was good. It all, was good. Under the perspective of Voltaire, he couldn’t see the other two rifts from the viewpoint that he held. The rift that was in front of him would leave the gorilla that was coming out of it in a positive position, because his back was facing the wall which was a magical wall to keep spells from blowing into the audience. Possibly it could be seen as an advantage for the gorilla, but in reality Voltaire saw it as a disadvantage, because pushing him against this wall and baiting the other two to run into him then swapping himself with the gorilla would easily kill the gorilla in question. Though the young Voltaire had planned much grander in mind. Voltaire set his right foot forwards, so that he could use his left leg for the raw power - like a hyena in a safari - he held the bananas in a peculiar way. The sharp- pointy ends of the bananas were pointed at the eyes of the gorilla that was calmly ascending from its rift. He moved both of his arms closer to the head of the beast, where they would be five centimeters away from his eyes. The bananas, being both over 8 inches large gap closed this distance. The magic formed in the hands of Voltaire had covered both his bananas in a spiky casing, capable of destroying soft and sensitive skin. And thus, the soft pupil of the beast was something that could easily be cut open by the use of Voltaire’s bananas, combined with a spell that uses another part of his magic.
Which was ‘spiking’ the bananas with offensive elements so that they could be used in an offensive manner. They originally would cut through normal skin, but considering that the effects were split in two they would only be able to cut soft skin, in which the eye pupil was a perfect target. As Voltaire moved his hands forwards in an instantaneous response from the time it took him to respond the sharp ends of both bananas would soon meet the only two eyes that the gorilla has. Or rather - had- . The two ends would rip with greater ease through both pupils of the gorilla. Which wasn’t the point of where Voltaire would stop his attack. The reason why he aligned himself up correctly and in a proper form with his right foot in front of his left one is because he wanted to properly coördinate his strength through his bananas. And as such, the order of action in mind of Voltaire would soon be found as successful as he immediately coördinated his strength in a good form. Thus the result would have Voltaire’s bananas pushing through the eye sockets of the gorilla, and as such he would be close to destroying the eye chambers of the gorilla quite properly. After he had done such, or hadn’t in any case of which he couldn’t do it properly anymore, he would use or wouldn’t use the eye pockets to coördinate his strength once more. Within this movement the two bananas inside of the eye pocket would be used in the way rock climbers climb rocks with the use of ice axes. Whilst the gorilla continued to ascend Voltaire would ascend from the ground after the head and the shoulder of the gorilla got out from the rift he then used both his bananas to lift himself up and launch himself a meter into the air. Which he didn’t take his time to observe the rifts of the other two opposite of himself. He judged quickly, there were two more gorillas. The other two were both on opposite sides. The gorillas, other than the one he was standing were facing the wall. The three gorillas seemed to be in the shape of a triangle. - Humorous -, Voltaire thought to himself. It didn’t seem like a tame beast that wouldn’t flinch- move try to rampage in a chaotic fashion after being stabbed in the eye. In the jump that he did he grabbed the banana he threw in the air a bit ago. And moved with his knee into the nose of the gorilla, using his strength properly to possibly seriously damage it by kicking the underside of the nose of the gorilla in a very fast method. Knocking the large cartilage of the gorilla into his own head by doing so. After which action he pulled both bananas out and moved back a meter whilst the other two gorillas were still rising. It was time for him to turn to face them now. So now he was holding two bloody bananas and a clean one.
The male spoke, which in only the case of the monkey being mutilated by his powerful arsenal would take place. Otherwise, a safer place would be found- a place to keep up a safe haven. If such hadn’t occurred, Voltaire would act on accordingly. Mid ascension, Voltaire would speak once more.
As he spoke, he moved forward towards the other two gorillas. By the time he arrived at the most right one, only the head, shoulders and arms were sticking out. Thus- theoretically they could start their attack on Voltaire- if such command had been given the moment the rifts appeared. Which didn’t seem to be the case, and thus Voltaire acted on accordingly, presuming that they would carry on after being fully summoned. Still distanced a fair distance away, Voltaire observed the spectacle with keen eyes. Responsive on any suspicious movement. It seemed that his opponent had yet to arrive. The entrance he came in through was on his western side, and thus the other champion would come through the eastern entrance. Voltaire was at a south- western position. Close to the wall of magic.
The bananas were positioned in a way that one banana would fall the fastest to the ground, whilst the other two would float in the air for a few tenths of a second further. The hand that Voltaire was holding his gun was his left one. He let go of the gun, as it slipped by his palm. He then motioned the same hand upwards, and grabbed the lowest banana, which he immediately used his strength on flung into the air. His right hand at the time, motioned towards the falling gun to immediately grab it and put back in Voltaire’s holster whilst his left hand caught another banana. After holstering the gun he caught the other remaining banana with his right hand. A pattern was recognized, it was the pattern of a clown at a circus: juggling balls into the air. But, these were not balls- but live sized bananas. The banana he threw flew throughout the air, vertically upwards at a speed of ten meters per second. Carnage. Voltaire a man who took the appearance of a grim reaper. Wearing black combat gear, cloaked with a brown- black cloak raised the interest of the crowd. Whilst the single banana he had previously thrown up into the air was still mid- flight, spiraling downwards in a vertical position back towards Voltaire a rift of big size appeared in front of him. It’s size was rather grand, where the size of the arena was enough for the spacing of the rift- considering that it was facing the front of Voltaire, and which he had used a corner like technique to possibly corner his opponent before he had the chance to arrive. He presumed quick, and thus was his mindset very decisive and didn’t need much time doubting himself. Judging from those personality, habits, Voltaire had reacted right away. Whilst the beast of the unknown void was ascending from the rift in front of him, he held up his two arms. The beast rose slowly, Voltaire is using this obviously to his advantage. Taking only one tenth of a second to respond to the sudden rift, and another one tenth of a second as the ascension of the beast summoned by his opponent, presumably. Because of the slow rising of the beast Voltaires arms would move whilst only the head of the beast was sticking out from its rift.
Each hand of Voltaire held a single banana, whilst the other remaining banana he threw in the air was descending he moved both his hands forwards. The bananas, which were the two he was holding were both pointed at the rift- beast like gorilla in front of him. Voltaire was facing the front of the gorilla. Which meant that his front was facing the front of the gorilla for possibly a short amount of time. This was good. It all, was good. Under the perspective of Voltaire, he couldn’t see the other two rifts from the viewpoint that he held. The rift that was in front of him would leave the gorilla that was coming out of it in a positive position, because his back was facing the wall which was a magical wall to keep spells from blowing into the audience. Possibly it could be seen as an advantage for the gorilla, but in reality Voltaire saw it as a disadvantage, because pushing him against this wall and baiting the other two to run into him then swapping himself with the gorilla would easily kill the gorilla in question. Though the young Voltaire had planned much grander in mind. Voltaire set his right foot forwards, so that he could use his left leg for the raw power - like a hyena in a safari - he held the bananas in a peculiar way. The sharp- pointy ends of the bananas were pointed at the eyes of the gorilla that was calmly ascending from its rift. He moved both of his arms closer to the head of the beast, where they would be five centimeters away from his eyes. The bananas, being both over 8 inches large gap closed this distance. The magic formed in the hands of Voltaire had covered both his bananas in a spiky casing, capable of destroying soft and sensitive skin. And thus, the soft pupil of the beast was something that could easily be cut open by the use of Voltaire’s bananas, combined with a spell that uses another part of his magic.
Which was ‘spiking’ the bananas with offensive elements so that they could be used in an offensive manner. They originally would cut through normal skin, but considering that the effects were split in two they would only be able to cut soft skin, in which the eye pupil was a perfect target. As Voltaire moved his hands forwards in an instantaneous response from the time it took him to respond the sharp ends of both bananas would soon meet the only two eyes that the gorilla has. Or rather - had- . The two ends would rip with greater ease through both pupils of the gorilla. Which wasn’t the point of where Voltaire would stop his attack. The reason why he aligned himself up correctly and in a proper form with his right foot in front of his left one is because he wanted to properly coördinate his strength through his bananas. And as such, the order of action in mind of Voltaire would soon be found as successful as he immediately coördinated his strength in a good form. Thus the result would have Voltaire’s bananas pushing through the eye sockets of the gorilla, and as such he would be close to destroying the eye chambers of the gorilla quite properly. After he had done such, or hadn’t in any case of which he couldn’t do it properly anymore, he would use or wouldn’t use the eye pockets to coördinate his strength once more. Within this movement the two bananas inside of the eye pocket would be used in the way rock climbers climb rocks with the use of ice axes. Whilst the gorilla continued to ascend Voltaire would ascend from the ground after the head and the shoulder of the gorilla got out from the rift he then used both his bananas to lift himself up and launch himself a meter into the air. Which he didn’t take his time to observe the rifts of the other two opposite of himself. He judged quickly, there were two more gorillas. The other two were both on opposite sides. The gorillas, other than the one he was standing were facing the wall. The three gorillas seemed to be in the shape of a triangle. - Humorous -, Voltaire thought to himself. It didn’t seem like a tame beast that wouldn’t flinch- move try to rampage in a chaotic fashion after being stabbed in the eye. In the jump that he did he grabbed the banana he threw in the air a bit ago. And moved with his knee into the nose of the gorilla, using his strength properly to possibly seriously damage it by kicking the underside of the nose of the gorilla in a very fast method. Knocking the large cartilage of the gorilla into his own head by doing so. After which action he pulled both bananas out and moved back a meter whilst the other two gorillas were still rising. It was time for him to turn to face them now. So now he was holding two bloody bananas and a clean one.
’In the beginning, there was nothing. Nothing; but the silence of an infinite darkness’
The male spoke, which in only the case of the monkey being mutilated by his powerful arsenal would take place. Otherwise, a safer place would be found- a place to keep up a safe haven. If such hadn’t occurred, Voltaire would act on accordingly. Mid ascension, Voltaire would speak once more.
’The breath of the creator flooded against the face of the void, whispering: let there be light. And so, Lux was. And then Terra. Evening, afternoon. Darkness.’
As he spoke, he moved forward towards the other two gorillas. By the time he arrived at the most right one, only the head, shoulders and arms were sticking out. Thus- theoretically they could start their attack on Voltaire- if such command had been given the moment the rifts appeared. Which didn’t seem to be the case, and thus Voltaire acted on accordingly, presuming that they would carry on after being fully summoned. Still distanced a fair distance away, Voltaire observed the spectacle with keen eyes. Responsive on any suspicious movement. It seemed that his opponent had yet to arrive. The entrance he came in through was on his western side, and thus the other champion would come through the eastern entrance. Voltaire was at a south- western position. Close to the wall of magic.
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