Post by Iwahara/ Tsukiko on Aug 2, 2008 12:58:39 GMT -5
Shinigami Template
Name: Iwahara Koujin
Gender: Male
Rank: Apply Later
*Division: Apply Later
*Seat: Apply Later
Personality: Koujin moves slow, both in body and mind. His body movements are carefully placed and laid out, as if it was all performed and researched from day one. Serious and attentive to the core. Koujin is always aware of his surroundings and is ready for combat at any given moment. His serious personality often makes him come off as somebody who nobody could possibly get along with. However, despite his apparently uptight personality he can be a rather pleasant individual that is easy to get along with, one just has to get close enough to him.
Despite his serious outside, he holds a fiery rage within, his serious is a sort of barrier or mask, Koujin is bipolar and emotional individual. In addition, he becomes a rather ruthless and cold man too. Koujin sees time differently, everything has a time and a place, what will come will come, and what has past has pasted. He does not care about most things at all actually, he simply lets them exist and transgress to their true nature, as he transgresses his own. At the same time, he works for anyone who can provide something to him that is interesting, and useful. Rough and aggressive is something someone might describe Koujin on a bad day, but most of the times he is a tranquil being, with limited words and opinions on many things. His main philosophy is “Speak softly and carry a big stick”
On and off the battlefield, he is most often a cool-headed and calm strategic type of person. Cold and methodical are also apt titles for this shinigami. He is the type of person who takes in the entire situation, and weighs the consequences before making a decision. In the past, his fellow "friends" have criticized him for what they perceive as indecisiveness or his unwillingness to charge headlong into a battle. He, however, could not care less what others opinions of him are, he knows that his caution has enabled him to survive where others have perished. Once decided on a course of action, he will calmly carry it out without hesitation or mercy.
Without a clear-cut plan of action, if a plan fails or when extremely angered however, he tends to be crass and acts more on instinct and fury then common sense, allowing his rage and anger to overwhelm his better judgment. When this happens, basking in the glory of combat, he loses all focus on anything but destruction until the blood of his enemies has quenched his thirst for battle. Koujin has a talent for violence; can look at an opponent’s skin and tell if they are tired or not by the sheer sight of moisture on it. He knows countless things about combat and fighting; he can literally look at an enemy and gain precious information on their movement and status.
Amongst his comrades, he is talkative to an extent, not so forth coming with conversation himself but has no trouble speaking when spoken to. Never an overachiever, but is not what you would call laid back either, he is the type of person who believes that actions speak louder than words and that one should always be doing something. Koujin is the time of person who would rather wait and bid his time, than charge off or make some sort of progressive advances towards the enemy. Koujin much prefers to be in the company of people who would rather wait and be patient than charge. While not a truly formidable opponent by captain standards, Koujin hides his talents well, far better than most know.
Appearance:
Zanpakutō Spirit: Hibatsuchi *Blazing Serpent*
As if life in hell was hot and humid, in Minamiguchi its worse, smoke and ash everywhere, fire burning and raging in the sky and under your feet, one miss step and your being burnt alive. From the stem comes a giant snake, which is constantly pouring and hissing out lava. Like a spine of the world, this snake is everywhere and yet not in a single place at one time.
Hibatsuchi, is a chilling presence, as if to say lava could be cold. A sense of danger and intrigue fill his eyes, and a sense of longing and loneliness show in his voice. He is the in almost every sense of the word, old and forgotten, desolate and crumbled. But he hasn’t forgotten, and nor will he ever, he moves as slowly as the core of the earth itself, and speaks of a thousand wisdoms, but only if you have the time to listen.
Minamiguchi- The Southern Gate
Sealed Zanpakutō : *See Picture*
Shikai Description: The release makes Hibatsuchi's blade to lose shape and turn into a lava substance engulfed by what seems like flaming reiatsu, in all reality; the blade has a thin layer of air between the fire and the lava, this thin layer is a super heated air conduit that allows Koujin to not be burned by his sword.
Hibatsuchi's basic attack is called ''Deiryuu'' or Volcanic Vent
With nearly every swing of his sword, Koujin releases a wave of lava that shoots forth in a crescent shape, while this is not as hot as it normally is; it does harden incredibly quickly and in long range, becomes a flying wave of solid basaltic rock.
His strongest attack in his initial release is called ''Kaseigan'' or Volcanic Stone
The blade is thrust into the earth and makes a large line of lava erupt from the ground, melting even the rock; the lava flows incredibly swiftly, but hardens almost instantly into its basaltic state forming a wall of solid black hard rock.
Release: Koujin uses the command: Tokero! ----roughly translated: Melt them!
Bankai: With another single word command, Funkakou *Crater* Koujin shows his true might in bankai.
At first nothing looks like it changed, but looks are always deceiving, after only a moment of rest, Hibatsuchi explodes in a violent eruption. The layer of air between the fire and lava super compresses for a moment and then explodes. This explosion releases the contained lava, which now freely flows from the sword. Oozing onto the ground the lava slowly beings the process of melting and solidifying over and over, creating columns of basaltic rock where-ever Koujin goes. The free flowing lava makes it much more dangerous to fight, as with each swing different amounts, different temperatures and different viscosities of lava rain forth from the blade and harden into rock as they pass through the air.
Gojinka *Eruption* An extremely potent attack, pointing the sword in one direction, Koujin releases a huge amount of lava and ash in the direction the sword is pointed, which is compared to a volcano erupting. Extremely hot the lava rushes forth like a coiled snake and burns and melts everything in its path followed by a solidifying into rock.
Kasairyuu *pyroclastic flow* Probably the most dangerous of any volcanic activity, in a instant all the solid rock that Koujin has thus far formed explodes into a black smoldering cloud of soot, ash, and gas. Exceeding temperatures of the lava that formed it, the pyroclastic flow rushes forth at incredibly speeds. However, the dangerous part is not its speeds or its temperature, it is the size; a wall of a thousand or so cubic meters of the stuff spreads out laterally and sweeps out. The soot and ash scold and burn any materials that can combust.
Kanbotsuko *Caldera* Stabbing his sword into the ground, Koujin clutches it as the lava flows forth underground. Almost like a shockwave, all at once the ground shakes and its calm once again. The circle around Koujin becomes blinding red, dubbed the ring of fire. The ground around Koujin slowly melts into lava, sitting on a solidifies rock, the lava continually gushes out spreading out slowly. Koujin simply bides his time, as the lava continues to spread out, he stands on his rock and waits for an opponent to make a fatal flaw. As the lava spreads it grows, melting other rocks and buildings in its path, slowly creating a virtual lake of lava as it spreads in all directions. Koujin by shear will can move, dip, rise, and even appear to fly on this rock as he bides his time. Koujin is waiting for his opponent to strike him; the minute the opponent comes within range, about fifty meters, Koujin releases it all at once. The entire area erupts into what appears from a distance to be a giant snake as it shoots into the sky. The opponent trapped by the explosion is burned, trapped in rock, having ash and other materials fill their lungs and eyes, having the rock around them melt, and the process starts all over. It all depends on how long the opponent waited to strike, the longer he waited; the longer he is trapped within that cycle. Blakely stated, the opponent is trapped in the middle of a erupting volcano.
History/Background:
Koujin's birth was like all the children's back in the 1300's. Planned before hand by two people, married or not. His cool hearted "Parents" were young, about sixteen each, they would not keep track of the age but they were young in the end. His father, Ken, and his mother Shiki, were madly in love. Ken, he had all white hair, very dark blue eyes. Shiki, she was a very beautiful women, long silky black hair, Light blue eyes. These two seemed to be the perfect match. They never fought; they never seemed to be caught in trouble with the other villagers. Their life seemed perfect, and it was.
The house was two floors, nicely built, even for the sixteenth century. In its entire marvel, the inside was what brought people back. Four rooms inside, each one with its own unique style. The main room was lined with wood, a very primitive carpet on the floor. Primitive for the future, but quite elegant for the sixteenth century. A wooden table with six chairs at it. Chandelier over top of it, china closet with some of the finest plates, bowls, cups, forks, thingies, and so on and so forth inside.
The next two rooms were the same. Both rooms, each with their own bed in it, but one for the child soon to be born, and the other for the two parents. In the child's room, it had a crib, that being about all they had made by that time. The parent’s room had their bed, and that was about all it had. The last room on the first floor, the birth room, was the largest. I had nothing but a soft cushion across the floor, while there was hot water and towels ready for her. The birth was about to begin.
Koujin was born around the time of fall, heading into winter, what would be October 17 1508. The small house was actually rather big compared to the other people's homes. Ken and Shiki decided that they would combine their names, and coincidently it meant Pride, a very fair word for the young man. No two parents felt more welcoming of their child then these two. From there, their life would begin.
Early youth:
Koujin was now turning seven. He attended a local village school. His life had been a perfect as to yet. Nothing making him cry, the occasional trip, scrapped knee, a fallen tooth here and there. Nothing that really made him cry though. He was a very happy child. Nothing could ever make him sad, until...
Koujin had become sick, and with such a very primitive medical expenses to date, he would and could only rely on luck. His life hung in the balance, his mother Shiki, and his father Ken, both stayed with him every night and every day. They prayed to whatever being would hear to let their only son survive such a horrendous illness. All the villagers had given up on the child, in an astonishing two days, he had become worse. All hope was lost.
Koujin, only after a few days, woke up with nothing wrong with him. He did not know why or how but he was perfectly well. He thought it was the lord and savior that they all so willingly and naively believed in. The causes for his cure, whether it was natural or not so natural, cured him nonetheless. In addition, with his close encounter with death, Koujin awakened his inner reietsu. It was quite simple. He was durable, extremely enduring. Though not the most extravagant power, the people back them had no idea why he had become so tough, they thought nothing of it. Soon, they would all see more than just a endurance boost on the boy.
Teen's:
After eight years of Koujin's life, a lot has happened. Some for the better and some for the worst. He was not sure what to think of it all. On the plus, he gained much better control over his powers that he gained, even learning new styles and ways to use these powers. On the negative end, the village was now becoming suspicious of "witch" craft within their home. To top it all off, two years after his tenth birthday. his father had lost his life to what seemed to almost have killed him.
Koujin slowly became a stone hearted young man, he was thirteen and he wanted to leave his judgmental village, start a new life, become something more. His wish would soon come true, but not the way he suspected. His mother had gone into town, she was shopping for food. Normally she would pay for it and leave, but today, she was forced to clean and cook, and pay double. She could not refuse, she needed the food. After leaving the shop and the inner walls of the town, she was jumped and raped by three men. They stole all of her food, leaving her to sob in her pain.
She had gotten home, her face filled with sorrow, her body aching from the bruises and scrapes she had received during the whole ordeal. Koujin wanted to help, but she did not want to hear it. Leaving him to do what he wanted, she had killed her by hanging herself with a rope in her room. Hanging from her window, Koujin had to discover this on his own.
Koujin had no idea what was going on. He thought she was just upset about his father still. He did not think much of it, until of course his mother had not said a word for hours on end. 'Mother!' He would exclaim on an endless rampage. Tears rolled down his cheeks running to her second floor room. The door was locked, and Koujin knew something was wrong.
The day was October 17, 1321. Koujin's birthday. Kicking in the door, he found the rope, and his mother hanging from the window, her cold cheeks a sign of her death. Cutting her down and pulling her up to him, Koujin cried for the next three days. He swore it, he would get his revenge. Though he did not know it was the village, they were the main cause for his grief. The next three years were going to be the biggest part of his life.
Death:
Koujin was now sixteen. He had left his village and lived on his own, taking in almost a primal instinct, but soon regained his consciousness. He was going to exact his revenge on this town. He was going to kill off as many of them as he could, and not regret it at all. He was at peace with himself, knowing he would let his fathers and mothers will reality.
The new powers that he gained. They were something else, and it had seemed the basis of his powers was attributing increasing. He was faster, and stronger than anyone else. He had heightened eyesight, hearing, smelling, even he could taste better, which was not always a good thing. His powers, they were given to him to survive anywhere!
Now his speed and strength increase were not extremely high. They made him a better combat warrior then his town, but he was easily caught because he was still very reckless. Standing at the foot of the town’s gate, his eyes closed and opened again...he was gone.
He was beaten to it however. Someone had beaten him to the killing,
Koujin snarled at the sight, it was his duty to exact revenge, and some group of not a very nice persons did it for him.
Their onslaught lasted all day, They killed nearly the entire town, going after the children and women first. Some would say that they were weak and cowards, but they were not going to let them rebuild, their next targets...the guards. They easily took them all out, and with the only people that could fight, well gone, they could finish them off.
When Koujin walked through the town, he found himself locked in the middle of thirty men, the last remaining stand for their town. They all asked why, why had Koujin killed their families, why he had killed nearly all of them. His answer, he tried to tell them it was not him, but they weren't going to listen to him. Koujin pleaded, but his emotions got the best of him. Though he was not regretful, He sadly, slipped away. He fainted, and was killed by the town’s people.
Shinigami training:
Koujin was sent to soul society right away by a female Shinigami. He had not caught her name, nor would he in any sense. He could hardly remember what she looked like before his spirit body was transferred to soul society. His eyes widened at the mere sight of the place, but he quickly fell into a deep sleep. His memory of his past life no longer in his mind, he lived then only to live as a soul and soon, train to become a shinigami.
It had been one hundred years since he was first transported to the soul society. His body mature, but only by two or three years it seemed. He was still young, and now, he would never truly grow 'Old'. His attention was sparked when he heard of the shinigami Academy held by many other shinigami's. He did not know why, but he had the urge, the sensation to go and join. To no avail, it was the hardest thing he has ever done.
Koujin lived on his own in soul society. His cold and heartless soul stayed intact, and he was avoided by many in his days in the academy. He whizzed through the combat hand-to-hand practice, but when it came to Kidou, he was last in all the scores. However, no in any form truly bad, it would just place a large handicap on him.
Once graduated, he received his Zanpakuto, but the name, or names, escaped his ears too effortlessly. He trained day in and day out, and while he was not the last to learn its name, it took him quite a while. It would seem though, while many learn their shikais in the heat of battle, Koujin learned his in the most bazaar display in all of human kind.
It was a hot afternoon, Koujin once again training to learn the name of his Zanpakuto, when a beautiful shinigami girl interrupted him. Her zanpakuto short, but wide. She had caught an interest in Koujin, but Koujin did not know what to do. Ever since his past life, which he cannot recall, He had never spoken to anyone, much less a girl. Of course, he did not leave her to feel awkward. He kept the answers short, wondering when she would think he was weird and leave.
Suddenly through the chitchat, soft voice rang in his ear. 'You need to be better spoken!' The voice called out. Again, calmer, more collected voice rang. 'Don't listen to your heart, it’s just anxious.' Koujin was confused, and asked back. 'Who are you?' In a daze, he heard that it replied, but at different times, in succession. Koujin responded to it, but out loud, suddenly, his zanpakuto glowed brightly, becoming to flowling liquid, and had fire surrounding it but a fire that Koujin felt no heat from, the girl though took a step or two back for the intensity of it all.
The girl looked dazed, Koujin as well. Looking at her, He shrugged and told her that he had just awoken his Zanpkauto. She laughed and bowed respectively, leaving him to finish his training. Something about her made him want to smile, but he did not. He kept his cold glazed look and finished the training. Nothing special happening so far...boy was he in for it.
Roleplay Sample:
I kept it short and sweet, if you want a longer one, I can be sure to give it
Osuma stood in the tower across the way, the field was the perfect place to see how Ceon handled dealing with someone unusual and dangerous. Ravana on the other hand needed to be taught a lesson for letting Ceon slip from his hands, and the only person who could teach that would be Ceon himself. It was important for Ravana to understand this simple task, for if he couldn’t the next mission would be lost, if Ravana couldn’t contain himself and let it get the better of him, it would produce most unlikeable results. Osuma watched as they readied themselves, Saburo took a defensive stance yet offensive at the same time. He was going to ready himself for one of Osuma’s favored opening moves; a wonderfully placed “Blind Mile” could do wonders to even the most trained professionals. He heard the click of the wheels and he turned to greet his observer for this little event. Claire was being rolled in by a surprisingly tall completely blind woman, she was tired, but Osuma didn’t work her as hard as usual, she insisted she see this. The woman brought her up to the window and turned and waited outside. Osuma’s eyes were like steel as he looked at the young woman. “As you can see, your brother is receiving he training necessary to bolster his confidence, Saburo and Ravana will rouse him out of this depression state he has entered.” He turned and faced outside the window, his mind returned once again to his privy secrets, this little display he planned would let Claire relax once she saw that Ceon was in capable hands. “How long do you think it will take before they are finished, perfection is rare these days, and I don’t want slacking”
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Name: Iwahara Koujin
Gender: Male
Rank: Apply Later
*Division: Apply Later
*Seat: Apply Later
Personality: Koujin moves slow, both in body and mind. His body movements are carefully placed and laid out, as if it was all performed and researched from day one. Serious and attentive to the core. Koujin is always aware of his surroundings and is ready for combat at any given moment. His serious personality often makes him come off as somebody who nobody could possibly get along with. However, despite his apparently uptight personality he can be a rather pleasant individual that is easy to get along with, one just has to get close enough to him.
Despite his serious outside, he holds a fiery rage within, his serious is a sort of barrier or mask, Koujin is bipolar and emotional individual. In addition, he becomes a rather ruthless and cold man too. Koujin sees time differently, everything has a time and a place, what will come will come, and what has past has pasted. He does not care about most things at all actually, he simply lets them exist and transgress to their true nature, as he transgresses his own. At the same time, he works for anyone who can provide something to him that is interesting, and useful. Rough and aggressive is something someone might describe Koujin on a bad day, but most of the times he is a tranquil being, with limited words and opinions on many things. His main philosophy is “Speak softly and carry a big stick”
On and off the battlefield, he is most often a cool-headed and calm strategic type of person. Cold and methodical are also apt titles for this shinigami. He is the type of person who takes in the entire situation, and weighs the consequences before making a decision. In the past, his fellow "friends" have criticized him for what they perceive as indecisiveness or his unwillingness to charge headlong into a battle. He, however, could not care less what others opinions of him are, he knows that his caution has enabled him to survive where others have perished. Once decided on a course of action, he will calmly carry it out without hesitation or mercy.
Without a clear-cut plan of action, if a plan fails or when extremely angered however, he tends to be crass and acts more on instinct and fury then common sense, allowing his rage and anger to overwhelm his better judgment. When this happens, basking in the glory of combat, he loses all focus on anything but destruction until the blood of his enemies has quenched his thirst for battle. Koujin has a talent for violence; can look at an opponent’s skin and tell if they are tired or not by the sheer sight of moisture on it. He knows countless things about combat and fighting; he can literally look at an enemy and gain precious information on their movement and status.
Amongst his comrades, he is talkative to an extent, not so forth coming with conversation himself but has no trouble speaking when spoken to. Never an overachiever, but is not what you would call laid back either, he is the type of person who believes that actions speak louder than words and that one should always be doing something. Koujin is the time of person who would rather wait and bid his time, than charge off or make some sort of progressive advances towards the enemy. Koujin much prefers to be in the company of people who would rather wait and be patient than charge. While not a truly formidable opponent by captain standards, Koujin hides his talents well, far better than most know.
Appearance:
Zanpakutō Spirit: Hibatsuchi *Blazing Serpent*
As if life in hell was hot and humid, in Minamiguchi its worse, smoke and ash everywhere, fire burning and raging in the sky and under your feet, one miss step and your being burnt alive. From the stem comes a giant snake, which is constantly pouring and hissing out lava. Like a spine of the world, this snake is everywhere and yet not in a single place at one time.
Hibatsuchi, is a chilling presence, as if to say lava could be cold. A sense of danger and intrigue fill his eyes, and a sense of longing and loneliness show in his voice. He is the in almost every sense of the word, old and forgotten, desolate and crumbled. But he hasn’t forgotten, and nor will he ever, he moves as slowly as the core of the earth itself, and speaks of a thousand wisdoms, but only if you have the time to listen.
Minamiguchi- The Southern Gate
Sealed Zanpakutō : *See Picture*
Shikai Description: The release makes Hibatsuchi's blade to lose shape and turn into a lava substance engulfed by what seems like flaming reiatsu, in all reality; the blade has a thin layer of air between the fire and the lava, this thin layer is a super heated air conduit that allows Koujin to not be burned by his sword.
Hibatsuchi's basic attack is called ''Deiryuu'' or Volcanic Vent
With nearly every swing of his sword, Koujin releases a wave of lava that shoots forth in a crescent shape, while this is not as hot as it normally is; it does harden incredibly quickly and in long range, becomes a flying wave of solid basaltic rock.
His strongest attack in his initial release is called ''Kaseigan'' or Volcanic Stone
The blade is thrust into the earth and makes a large line of lava erupt from the ground, melting even the rock; the lava flows incredibly swiftly, but hardens almost instantly into its basaltic state forming a wall of solid black hard rock.
Release: Koujin uses the command: Tokero! ----roughly translated: Melt them!
Bankai: With another single word command, Funkakou *Crater* Koujin shows his true might in bankai.
At first nothing looks like it changed, but looks are always deceiving, after only a moment of rest, Hibatsuchi explodes in a violent eruption. The layer of air between the fire and lava super compresses for a moment and then explodes. This explosion releases the contained lava, which now freely flows from the sword. Oozing onto the ground the lava slowly beings the process of melting and solidifying over and over, creating columns of basaltic rock where-ever Koujin goes. The free flowing lava makes it much more dangerous to fight, as with each swing different amounts, different temperatures and different viscosities of lava rain forth from the blade and harden into rock as they pass through the air.
Gojinka *Eruption* An extremely potent attack, pointing the sword in one direction, Koujin releases a huge amount of lava and ash in the direction the sword is pointed, which is compared to a volcano erupting. Extremely hot the lava rushes forth like a coiled snake and burns and melts everything in its path followed by a solidifying into rock.
Kasairyuu *pyroclastic flow* Probably the most dangerous of any volcanic activity, in a instant all the solid rock that Koujin has thus far formed explodes into a black smoldering cloud of soot, ash, and gas. Exceeding temperatures of the lava that formed it, the pyroclastic flow rushes forth at incredibly speeds. However, the dangerous part is not its speeds or its temperature, it is the size; a wall of a thousand or so cubic meters of the stuff spreads out laterally and sweeps out. The soot and ash scold and burn any materials that can combust.
Kanbotsuko *Caldera* Stabbing his sword into the ground, Koujin clutches it as the lava flows forth underground. Almost like a shockwave, all at once the ground shakes and its calm once again. The circle around Koujin becomes blinding red, dubbed the ring of fire. The ground around Koujin slowly melts into lava, sitting on a solidifies rock, the lava continually gushes out spreading out slowly. Koujin simply bides his time, as the lava continues to spread out, he stands on his rock and waits for an opponent to make a fatal flaw. As the lava spreads it grows, melting other rocks and buildings in its path, slowly creating a virtual lake of lava as it spreads in all directions. Koujin by shear will can move, dip, rise, and even appear to fly on this rock as he bides his time. Koujin is waiting for his opponent to strike him; the minute the opponent comes within range, about fifty meters, Koujin releases it all at once. The entire area erupts into what appears from a distance to be a giant snake as it shoots into the sky. The opponent trapped by the explosion is burned, trapped in rock, having ash and other materials fill their lungs and eyes, having the rock around them melt, and the process starts all over. It all depends on how long the opponent waited to strike, the longer he waited; the longer he is trapped within that cycle. Blakely stated, the opponent is trapped in the middle of a erupting volcano.
History/Background:
Koujin's birth was like all the children's back in the 1300's. Planned before hand by two people, married or not. His cool hearted "Parents" were young, about sixteen each, they would not keep track of the age but they were young in the end. His father, Ken, and his mother Shiki, were madly in love. Ken, he had all white hair, very dark blue eyes. Shiki, she was a very beautiful women, long silky black hair, Light blue eyes. These two seemed to be the perfect match. They never fought; they never seemed to be caught in trouble with the other villagers. Their life seemed perfect, and it was.
The house was two floors, nicely built, even for the sixteenth century. In its entire marvel, the inside was what brought people back. Four rooms inside, each one with its own unique style. The main room was lined with wood, a very primitive carpet on the floor. Primitive for the future, but quite elegant for the sixteenth century. A wooden table with six chairs at it. Chandelier over top of it, china closet with some of the finest plates, bowls, cups, forks, thingies, and so on and so forth inside.
The next two rooms were the same. Both rooms, each with their own bed in it, but one for the child soon to be born, and the other for the two parents. In the child's room, it had a crib, that being about all they had made by that time. The parent’s room had their bed, and that was about all it had. The last room on the first floor, the birth room, was the largest. I had nothing but a soft cushion across the floor, while there was hot water and towels ready for her. The birth was about to begin.
Koujin was born around the time of fall, heading into winter, what would be October 17 1508. The small house was actually rather big compared to the other people's homes. Ken and Shiki decided that they would combine their names, and coincidently it meant Pride, a very fair word for the young man. No two parents felt more welcoming of their child then these two. From there, their life would begin.
Early youth:
Koujin was now turning seven. He attended a local village school. His life had been a perfect as to yet. Nothing making him cry, the occasional trip, scrapped knee, a fallen tooth here and there. Nothing that really made him cry though. He was a very happy child. Nothing could ever make him sad, until...
Koujin had become sick, and with such a very primitive medical expenses to date, he would and could only rely on luck. His life hung in the balance, his mother Shiki, and his father Ken, both stayed with him every night and every day. They prayed to whatever being would hear to let their only son survive such a horrendous illness. All the villagers had given up on the child, in an astonishing two days, he had become worse. All hope was lost.
Koujin, only after a few days, woke up with nothing wrong with him. He did not know why or how but he was perfectly well. He thought it was the lord and savior that they all so willingly and naively believed in. The causes for his cure, whether it was natural or not so natural, cured him nonetheless. In addition, with his close encounter with death, Koujin awakened his inner reietsu. It was quite simple. He was durable, extremely enduring. Though not the most extravagant power, the people back them had no idea why he had become so tough, they thought nothing of it. Soon, they would all see more than just a endurance boost on the boy.
Teen's:
After eight years of Koujin's life, a lot has happened. Some for the better and some for the worst. He was not sure what to think of it all. On the plus, he gained much better control over his powers that he gained, even learning new styles and ways to use these powers. On the negative end, the village was now becoming suspicious of "witch" craft within their home. To top it all off, two years after his tenth birthday. his father had lost his life to what seemed to almost have killed him.
Koujin slowly became a stone hearted young man, he was thirteen and he wanted to leave his judgmental village, start a new life, become something more. His wish would soon come true, but not the way he suspected. His mother had gone into town, she was shopping for food. Normally she would pay for it and leave, but today, she was forced to clean and cook, and pay double. She could not refuse, she needed the food. After leaving the shop and the inner walls of the town, she was jumped and raped by three men. They stole all of her food, leaving her to sob in her pain.
She had gotten home, her face filled with sorrow, her body aching from the bruises and scrapes she had received during the whole ordeal. Koujin wanted to help, but she did not want to hear it. Leaving him to do what he wanted, she had killed her by hanging herself with a rope in her room. Hanging from her window, Koujin had to discover this on his own.
Koujin had no idea what was going on. He thought she was just upset about his father still. He did not think much of it, until of course his mother had not said a word for hours on end. 'Mother!' He would exclaim on an endless rampage. Tears rolled down his cheeks running to her second floor room. The door was locked, and Koujin knew something was wrong.
The day was October 17, 1321. Koujin's birthday. Kicking in the door, he found the rope, and his mother hanging from the window, her cold cheeks a sign of her death. Cutting her down and pulling her up to him, Koujin cried for the next three days. He swore it, he would get his revenge. Though he did not know it was the village, they were the main cause for his grief. The next three years were going to be the biggest part of his life.
Death:
Koujin was now sixteen. He had left his village and lived on his own, taking in almost a primal instinct, but soon regained his consciousness. He was going to exact his revenge on this town. He was going to kill off as many of them as he could, and not regret it at all. He was at peace with himself, knowing he would let his fathers and mothers will reality.
The new powers that he gained. They were something else, and it had seemed the basis of his powers was attributing increasing. He was faster, and stronger than anyone else. He had heightened eyesight, hearing, smelling, even he could taste better, which was not always a good thing. His powers, they were given to him to survive anywhere!
Now his speed and strength increase were not extremely high. They made him a better combat warrior then his town, but he was easily caught because he was still very reckless. Standing at the foot of the town’s gate, his eyes closed and opened again...he was gone.
He was beaten to it however. Someone had beaten him to the killing,
Koujin snarled at the sight, it was his duty to exact revenge, and some group of not a very nice persons did it for him.
Their onslaught lasted all day, They killed nearly the entire town, going after the children and women first. Some would say that they were weak and cowards, but they were not going to let them rebuild, their next targets...the guards. They easily took them all out, and with the only people that could fight, well gone, they could finish them off.
When Koujin walked through the town, he found himself locked in the middle of thirty men, the last remaining stand for their town. They all asked why, why had Koujin killed their families, why he had killed nearly all of them. His answer, he tried to tell them it was not him, but they weren't going to listen to him. Koujin pleaded, but his emotions got the best of him. Though he was not regretful, He sadly, slipped away. He fainted, and was killed by the town’s people.
Shinigami training:
Koujin was sent to soul society right away by a female Shinigami. He had not caught her name, nor would he in any sense. He could hardly remember what she looked like before his spirit body was transferred to soul society. His eyes widened at the mere sight of the place, but he quickly fell into a deep sleep. His memory of his past life no longer in his mind, he lived then only to live as a soul and soon, train to become a shinigami.
It had been one hundred years since he was first transported to the soul society. His body mature, but only by two or three years it seemed. He was still young, and now, he would never truly grow 'Old'. His attention was sparked when he heard of the shinigami Academy held by many other shinigami's. He did not know why, but he had the urge, the sensation to go and join. To no avail, it was the hardest thing he has ever done.
Koujin lived on his own in soul society. His cold and heartless soul stayed intact, and he was avoided by many in his days in the academy. He whizzed through the combat hand-to-hand practice, but when it came to Kidou, he was last in all the scores. However, no in any form truly bad, it would just place a large handicap on him.
Once graduated, he received his Zanpakuto, but the name, or names, escaped his ears too effortlessly. He trained day in and day out, and while he was not the last to learn its name, it took him quite a while. It would seem though, while many learn their shikais in the heat of battle, Koujin learned his in the most bazaar display in all of human kind.
It was a hot afternoon, Koujin once again training to learn the name of his Zanpakuto, when a beautiful shinigami girl interrupted him. Her zanpakuto short, but wide. She had caught an interest in Koujin, but Koujin did not know what to do. Ever since his past life, which he cannot recall, He had never spoken to anyone, much less a girl. Of course, he did not leave her to feel awkward. He kept the answers short, wondering when she would think he was weird and leave.
Suddenly through the chitchat, soft voice rang in his ear. 'You need to be better spoken!' The voice called out. Again, calmer, more collected voice rang. 'Don't listen to your heart, it’s just anxious.' Koujin was confused, and asked back. 'Who are you?' In a daze, he heard that it replied, but at different times, in succession. Koujin responded to it, but out loud, suddenly, his zanpakuto glowed brightly, becoming to flowling liquid, and had fire surrounding it but a fire that Koujin felt no heat from, the girl though took a step or two back for the intensity of it all.
The girl looked dazed, Koujin as well. Looking at her, He shrugged and told her that he had just awoken his Zanpkauto. She laughed and bowed respectively, leaving him to finish his training. Something about her made him want to smile, but he did not. He kept his cold glazed look and finished the training. Nothing special happening so far...boy was he in for it.
Roleplay Sample:
I kept it short and sweet, if you want a longer one, I can be sure to give it
Osuma stood in the tower across the way, the field was the perfect place to see how Ceon handled dealing with someone unusual and dangerous. Ravana on the other hand needed to be taught a lesson for letting Ceon slip from his hands, and the only person who could teach that would be Ceon himself. It was important for Ravana to understand this simple task, for if he couldn’t the next mission would be lost, if Ravana couldn’t contain himself and let it get the better of him, it would produce most unlikeable results. Osuma watched as they readied themselves, Saburo took a defensive stance yet offensive at the same time. He was going to ready himself for one of Osuma’s favored opening moves; a wonderfully placed “Blind Mile” could do wonders to even the most trained professionals. He heard the click of the wheels and he turned to greet his observer for this little event. Claire was being rolled in by a surprisingly tall completely blind woman, she was tired, but Osuma didn’t work her as hard as usual, she insisted she see this. The woman brought her up to the window and turned and waited outside. Osuma’s eyes were like steel as he looked at the young woman. “As you can see, your brother is receiving he training necessary to bolster his confidence, Saburo and Ravana will rouse him out of this depression state he has entered.” He turned and faced outside the window, his mind returned once again to his privy secrets, this little display he planned would let Claire relax once she saw that Ceon was in capable hands. “How long do you think it will take before they are finished, perfection is rare these days, and I don’t want slacking”
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