I AM Shinigami warrior of god
Basic Information:
Human Name: Merlin De’Laurent
Shinigami Name: Asshaa Atsuki
Gender: Female
Age: 240, looks 24.
Division: Academy brat ;)
Rank: Any J
Residence: Seireitei Barracks
Appearance:
Personality: Asshaa, ever since she was alive, was always an overly serious, and quiet person. Having little to no opinion, or some would even go as far to say a voice at all most times. Always keeping to herself, and away from all things that could be considered society, she was a living outcast within her own mind. Even though she went out of his way to distance herself from others, she was not without her kindness as well. She treasured the only friend she had in life, and the only friend she had after her death , two that resembled one another so closely in attitude, they were able to force their ways into her heart.
Yet, what most people refused to see, Asshaa had a darker side. Growing up with a strict, and unforgiving mother; she had become an unwilling slave to her own mind. With her family being composed of mostly women, Asshaa’s mother and sisters decided that she would have to learn numerous martial arts, in attempt to make her the man of the family. But with constant punishments for not winning the many tournaments she had been forced to enter, the thin string that held her between a calm disposition, and wanting to Smack a hitch, was abruptly severed. Rather than being the level headed super awesome person she wants to be, Asshaa’s attitude has become one that she deeply regrets developing; willingly or not.
Your Legacy:
Character Story:
Human Life:
Asshaa was born during mid-October, in the year 1856, in what is now known as Osaka, Japan. With her mother running the local dojo, martial arts became a daily chore for her to wake up to; being taught the in’s and out’s of the likes of Kendo, and hand-to-hand tenuous that had been handed down throughout the female generations of her family; despite them being traditionally French. As soon as the girl was old enough to walk, her mother began to make her life a living hell-- early nights were followed by morning so early, that the sun hadn’t even peeked over the horizon. Eventually, she became accustomed to the long, wearisome hours that were breaking her tiny body into many small shatters, it by little bit. Asshaa spent her entire youth sheltered behind the “safety” of he walls of her home, and her mother’s dojo - shallow flesh wounds, bruises and bite marks constantly marring her otherwise flawless flesh; as a result of the gruelling physical exercise and training. From the age of 4 and onwards, Asshaa’s life revolved in the same, tedious circle, day in day out. Schooled at home, trained at home, and starved; she learned many things about hatred, but none about affection.
The only true salvation offered when she was developing, was when she first turned 16. Almost completely withdrawn from everything, the circle shifted. Her mother because sick, and Asshaa was sure as hell not tending after the witch. And so, she made her escape. The days and nights ahead were filled with hunger, and fights for mere scraps of food that wouldn’t even fill a hole in her tooth. Eventually, the young woman starved, painfully slowly, until she eventually died.
Rukongai Days:
Asshaa was sent to Inuzuri when her soul was sent to Rukongai. Spending her time wandering the streets, trying to find ways to keep herself going in such a horrid area, where murder, robbery, and all manner of other things were commonplace. Asshaa did what she could for those she was able, the children and elderly of the area getting pressured the worse of all. It took her little time to source a weapon... A rusty but still usable Katana. Thanks to her merciless life of being trained with a makeshift style of swordplay, she was more proficient than most of the rabble wandering around waving weapons. Earning herself a slightly dangerous reputation among the people of Inuzuri. Hearing of other, better places than this to stay, she decided to keep herself in this run down area, matching the dismal demeanour that had taken hold of her aura. Keeping her a prisoner of her own mind.
The months quickly turned into years; Carving out a bloody, meaningless existence amongst thieves, rapists and murderers. Though that soon changed. One day, she was badly injured by a thief, who had attacked a young girl for the little money she had managed to save up, in order to buy herself food. The thief, obviously, was even stronger than herself, and in a strange way she was not used to. Asshaa fell, like a sack of potatoes, and was unable to get up. Fortunately for her, a Shinigami just happened to be stumbling by, and sensed the reiatsu that was emanating from her body; although a little amount, it was strong enough to force out the Shinigami’s sense of kindness, and he brought her into Seireitei to be healed.
---
For a few weeks, the Shinigami allowed her to stay, under the advice that if she did not attempt to join the academy, she would have to leave. Comfortable with her life, she enrolled and passed the entrance exams in the academy.
-TO be continued.-
RP Sample:
“Put every last piece of determination you may, or may not hold into this kido, for something as simple as this, may be something that saves your lazy behinds!”
Blue eyes slanted towards the rather gruff looking teacher, who was tapping a thin piece of bamboo against the calloused palm of his hand; watery eyes darting from one face to the other. In front of her, in the not-too-far off distance, the blurred outline of a fabric dummy would be easily spotted, And with a deep breath, began to focus a small amount of reiatsu into the blistered palm of her hand. “ Demon of the south, keeper of Akuma's palace! Loudly declare your disgust to the Earth! Those who soil the tempered floors of Hell's palace must be punished!” But, rather than the kido working and annihilating the stuffed dummy, it backfired and exploded, sending the tiny student several feet back, and onto her bottom. And right now, the cursing that spewed from her blackened lips wasn’t pretty.
“No, No, No, No, no!”
The teacher faced palmed and simply dismissed her.
(Short, but sweet ;) )
Your Zanpakuto:
Zanpakuto Name: Kurai shuujin (Dark Prisoner)
Sealed Appearance: The sealed form of Kurai shuujin is a long nodachi with a handle meant for one hand, but long enough for two. The blade itself is barely curved at all, making it appear more like an elongated Ninja-to sword. The hilt is wrapped in a black weave with a golden cap on the end of the handle, and a square guard above the hilt, with the etching of a net, or cage in it. The blade itself is a shining silver color, mismatching the black wrapping of the hilt.
Zanpakuto Spirit Description:{Describe your Zanpakuto Spirit}
Kurai Shuujin:
The Spirit of Kurai Shuujin resembles a human to a degree that stands 6'4, and appears to be made of a mass of small chains and hooks. The chains symbolize imprisonment, and his own world symbolizes darkness that chains the heart and soul. The Dark prisoner is a morbid being of his own soul, the embodiment of his hatred and sadness, but also his happiness, and hope, that things could change for them both. He detests the darkness, and the labrynth that makes up his inner world is illuminated for his dark prisoner, and himself, when he is happy, and not filled with grief, and anger.
Kurai Shuujin is a strange personality... Even though he is imprisoned in a sense, he speaks as though he has ever been free, and happy. His voice is softer than his appearance, and his angers are filled with pain, just like that of his master . Speaking to him is straightforward, and painfully blunt, perhaps to a fault. He will never hesitate to speak of wrongdoing or deviation from the 'contract' he and his master made together, believing that something as sacred as them sharing his soul, and their power, deserves the utmost respect.
Shikai (Not yet achieved.)
Shikai Release Phrase: Boumei ha kurayami (Banish to Darkness)
Released Appearance: When shikai is released, Kurai shuujin shortens from its elongated state, into a wicked looking Katana of average length. The blade looks to be made of a dark, Smokey metal, and if one were to look at it while still it would seem that a black fog is swirling around inside of the blade. The weapon itself expels a black fog at all times that dissipates after it leaves the blade more than 6 inches. The blade itself has a fanged appearance, being serrated in places with a small charm hanging from the bottom of the hilt. On the back of the blade rests another sharp edge, though not practical for attacking with it can serve a purpose for other abilities as well.
Abilities
Name: Kurai Hikari (Dark Light)
State: Shikai
Terms of Usage: At the expence of 5% of her reiatsu.
Description: Abilities
By pouring her own Reiatsu into her blade, Asshaa can empower it to let loose a violent explosion of her own power in a physical slash. Of course, weaker opponents are more vulnerable to heavy damage form the ability, while the stronger they are they more likely they are to resist any form of damage at all, comparable to her own power.
1 rank lower: Above average damage
2 or more ranks lower: High damage in a small area of effect.
1 rank higher: Capable of causing damage to the outer body, but nothing serious enough to make it a highly effective attack.
2 or more ranks higher: Low damage at best, shallow cuts and minor damage to the enemy at best, but still more effective than your average melee attack.
Name: Kuroi Kiri (Black Mist)
State: Shikai
Terms of Usage: Uses up 30% of her reiatsu
Description: Abilities
By using her Reiatsu to create a black mist from her sword, she begins to obscure a large area around her body. Easily hiding herself form physical sight, and sensory perception as well, being as the mist as a physical embodiment of his own Reiatsu, it will feel like she is in the surroundings. A parlour trick at best some could say, it serves its purpose to temporarily confuse most opponents, while the more experienced would likely see through it in a manner of moments.
The mist extends 20 feet in all directions around him, but not moving with him, giving a fairly decent range of movement within the concealing mist.
1 rank below her: The mist takes on a difficult feeling to penetrate to find his true position within. Given enough time, one could find him, but he would likely have launched an attack or tried to escape by then.
2 ranks below: Mist is near impossible to penetrate, feeling as though the entire mass of it were indeed his Reiatsu, giving no ability to find a precise position.
1 rank higher: The shroud would only be effective for a short time, before anyone with a decent manner of ability can find his exact position within the concealing mists, and attack him.
2 ranks higher: The mist would at best, serve for mere seconds of concealment, perhaps only able to stem taking the full force of an attack, but not much more reliable than that.
Bankai (Not Yet Acheived.)
Release Phrase: Shuukyoku Akumu, Kurai shuujin. (Final Nightmare, Dark prisoner)
Released Appearance:When Asshaa calls out her bankai, her current sword bursts into a large mass of shadow that violently swirls around her body. When the shadow breaks away from her body, she is left clad in attire fitting the bankai's name. Her clothes take on a strange look, armour covering most of her left leg. White pants that are loose fitting cover her legs, and her chest, a very tight black leather vest of sorts, held tightly to her form by three belts that appear to be pulled snugly over her abdomen, and chest. Asshaa’s left shoulder bears a rusted bronze pauldron of sorts that has etched into it a crest of unknown design, and her hands are covered in gloves matching the attire of her chest, with the fingers cut free.
Name: Ushinawa reta tamashii no sakebi (Roar of lost souls)
State: Bankai
Terms of Usage: At the cost of 60%
Description: Abilities
At glance, this is an empowered version of his Dark light ability, but there is a vast difference. Gathering the energy of her bankai, and the shadows that swarm around her form to her blade, she can release a powerful and fast moving mass of shadow energy toward her targets. The blast of this attack would measure up to a 70's level Kido, with about the same reiryoku cost of a 40's level spell. The most distinct feature that sets this attack apart from a basic arc of pure energy, is the sound of tortured souls roaring through the sky, as if the very air were being tormented by the presence of this dark energy mass soaring through it. The chilling sound is enough to chill the blood of lesser warriors, and those who would observe the attack from a distance would see a face moulded in with the energy... a small enough outline of violet reiatsu to give the image of a demonic visage of pure terror howling through the sky as it flies to end the life of those targeted by it, seeking to add their soul to the vast torrent of cries, and pained screams. It flies with the speed comparable to Hado 4, Byakurai, and explodes upon impact to its target, or at will of the user. Being a Kido based ability that has the destructive power of a 70's level Hado, it can be blocked by other means as well, such as Danku, or similar kido based defenses.
Basic Information:
Human Name: Merlin De’Laurent
Shinigami Name: Asshaa Atsuki
Gender: Female
Age: 240, looks 24.
Division: Academy brat ;)
Rank: Any J
Residence: Seireitei Barracks
Appearance:
Personality: Asshaa, ever since she was alive, was always an overly serious, and quiet person. Having little to no opinion, or some would even go as far to say a voice at all most times. Always keeping to herself, and away from all things that could be considered society, she was a living outcast within her own mind. Even though she went out of his way to distance herself from others, she was not without her kindness as well. She treasured the only friend she had in life, and the only friend she had after her death , two that resembled one another so closely in attitude, they were able to force their ways into her heart.
Yet, what most people refused to see, Asshaa had a darker side. Growing up with a strict, and unforgiving mother; she had become an unwilling slave to her own mind. With her family being composed of mostly women, Asshaa’s mother and sisters decided that she would have to learn numerous martial arts, in attempt to make her the man of the family. But with constant punishments for not winning the many tournaments she had been forced to enter, the thin string that held her between a calm disposition, and wanting to Smack a hitch, was abruptly severed. Rather than being the level headed super awesome person she wants to be, Asshaa’s attitude has become one that she deeply regrets developing; willingly or not.
Your Legacy:
Character Story:
Human Life:
Asshaa was born during mid-October, in the year 1856, in what is now known as Osaka, Japan. With her mother running the local dojo, martial arts became a daily chore for her to wake up to; being taught the in’s and out’s of the likes of Kendo, and hand-to-hand tenuous that had been handed down throughout the female generations of her family; despite them being traditionally French. As soon as the girl was old enough to walk, her mother began to make her life a living hell-- early nights were followed by morning so early, that the sun hadn’t even peeked over the horizon. Eventually, she became accustomed to the long, wearisome hours that were breaking her tiny body into many small shatters, it by little bit. Asshaa spent her entire youth sheltered behind the “safety” of he walls of her home, and her mother’s dojo - shallow flesh wounds, bruises and bite marks constantly marring her otherwise flawless flesh; as a result of the gruelling physical exercise and training. From the age of 4 and onwards, Asshaa’s life revolved in the same, tedious circle, day in day out. Schooled at home, trained at home, and starved; she learned many things about hatred, but none about affection.
The only true salvation offered when she was developing, was when she first turned 16. Almost completely withdrawn from everything, the circle shifted. Her mother because sick, and Asshaa was sure as hell not tending after the witch. And so, she made her escape. The days and nights ahead were filled with hunger, and fights for mere scraps of food that wouldn’t even fill a hole in her tooth. Eventually, the young woman starved, painfully slowly, until she eventually died.
Rukongai Days:
Asshaa was sent to Inuzuri when her soul was sent to Rukongai. Spending her time wandering the streets, trying to find ways to keep herself going in such a horrid area, where murder, robbery, and all manner of other things were commonplace. Asshaa did what she could for those she was able, the children and elderly of the area getting pressured the worse of all. It took her little time to source a weapon... A rusty but still usable Katana. Thanks to her merciless life of being trained with a makeshift style of swordplay, she was more proficient than most of the rabble wandering around waving weapons. Earning herself a slightly dangerous reputation among the people of Inuzuri. Hearing of other, better places than this to stay, she decided to keep herself in this run down area, matching the dismal demeanour that had taken hold of her aura. Keeping her a prisoner of her own mind.
The months quickly turned into years; Carving out a bloody, meaningless existence amongst thieves, rapists and murderers. Though that soon changed. One day, she was badly injured by a thief, who had attacked a young girl for the little money she had managed to save up, in order to buy herself food. The thief, obviously, was even stronger than herself, and in a strange way she was not used to. Asshaa fell, like a sack of potatoes, and was unable to get up. Fortunately for her, a Shinigami just happened to be stumbling by, and sensed the reiatsu that was emanating from her body; although a little amount, it was strong enough to force out the Shinigami’s sense of kindness, and he brought her into Seireitei to be healed.
---
For a few weeks, the Shinigami allowed her to stay, under the advice that if she did not attempt to join the academy, she would have to leave. Comfortable with her life, she enrolled and passed the entrance exams in the academy.
-TO be continued.-
RP Sample:
“Put every last piece of determination you may, or may not hold into this kido, for something as simple as this, may be something that saves your lazy behinds!”
Blue eyes slanted towards the rather gruff looking teacher, who was tapping a thin piece of bamboo against the calloused palm of his hand; watery eyes darting from one face to the other. In front of her, in the not-too-far off distance, the blurred outline of a fabric dummy would be easily spotted, And with a deep breath, began to focus a small amount of reiatsu into the blistered palm of her hand. “ Demon of the south, keeper of Akuma's palace! Loudly declare your disgust to the Earth! Those who soil the tempered floors of Hell's palace must be punished!” But, rather than the kido working and annihilating the stuffed dummy, it backfired and exploded, sending the tiny student several feet back, and onto her bottom. And right now, the cursing that spewed from her blackened lips wasn’t pretty.
“No, No, No, No, no!”
The teacher faced palmed and simply dismissed her.
(Short, but sweet ;) )
Your Zanpakuto:
Zanpakuto Name: Kurai shuujin (Dark Prisoner)
Sealed Appearance: The sealed form of Kurai shuujin is a long nodachi with a handle meant for one hand, but long enough for two. The blade itself is barely curved at all, making it appear more like an elongated Ninja-to sword. The hilt is wrapped in a black weave with a golden cap on the end of the handle, and a square guard above the hilt, with the etching of a net, or cage in it. The blade itself is a shining silver color, mismatching the black wrapping of the hilt.
Zanpakuto Spirit Description:{Describe your Zanpakuto Spirit}
Kurai Shuujin:
The Spirit of Kurai Shuujin resembles a human to a degree that stands 6'4, and appears to be made of a mass of small chains and hooks. The chains symbolize imprisonment, and his own world symbolizes darkness that chains the heart and soul. The Dark prisoner is a morbid being of his own soul, the embodiment of his hatred and sadness, but also his happiness, and hope, that things could change for them both. He detests the darkness, and the labrynth that makes up his inner world is illuminated for his dark prisoner, and himself, when he is happy, and not filled with grief, and anger.
Kurai Shuujin is a strange personality... Even though he is imprisoned in a sense, he speaks as though he has ever been free, and happy. His voice is softer than his appearance, and his angers are filled with pain, just like that of his master . Speaking to him is straightforward, and painfully blunt, perhaps to a fault. He will never hesitate to speak of wrongdoing or deviation from the 'contract' he and his master made together, believing that something as sacred as them sharing his soul, and their power, deserves the utmost respect.
Shikai (Not yet achieved.)
Shikai Release Phrase: Boumei ha kurayami (Banish to Darkness)
Released Appearance: When shikai is released, Kurai shuujin shortens from its elongated state, into a wicked looking Katana of average length. The blade looks to be made of a dark, Smokey metal, and if one were to look at it while still it would seem that a black fog is swirling around inside of the blade. The weapon itself expels a black fog at all times that dissipates after it leaves the blade more than 6 inches. The blade itself has a fanged appearance, being serrated in places with a small charm hanging from the bottom of the hilt. On the back of the blade rests another sharp edge, though not practical for attacking with it can serve a purpose for other abilities as well.
Abilities
Name: Kurai Hikari (Dark Light)
State: Shikai
Terms of Usage: At the expence of 5% of her reiatsu.
Description: Abilities
By pouring her own Reiatsu into her blade, Asshaa can empower it to let loose a violent explosion of her own power in a physical slash. Of course, weaker opponents are more vulnerable to heavy damage form the ability, while the stronger they are they more likely they are to resist any form of damage at all, comparable to her own power.
1 rank lower: Above average damage
2 or more ranks lower: High damage in a small area of effect.
1 rank higher: Capable of causing damage to the outer body, but nothing serious enough to make it a highly effective attack.
2 or more ranks higher: Low damage at best, shallow cuts and minor damage to the enemy at best, but still more effective than your average melee attack.
Name: Kuroi Kiri (Black Mist)
State: Shikai
Terms of Usage: Uses up 30% of her reiatsu
Description: Abilities
By using her Reiatsu to create a black mist from her sword, she begins to obscure a large area around her body. Easily hiding herself form physical sight, and sensory perception as well, being as the mist as a physical embodiment of his own Reiatsu, it will feel like she is in the surroundings. A parlour trick at best some could say, it serves its purpose to temporarily confuse most opponents, while the more experienced would likely see through it in a manner of moments.
The mist extends 20 feet in all directions around him, but not moving with him, giving a fairly decent range of movement within the concealing mist.
1 rank below her: The mist takes on a difficult feeling to penetrate to find his true position within. Given enough time, one could find him, but he would likely have launched an attack or tried to escape by then.
2 ranks below: Mist is near impossible to penetrate, feeling as though the entire mass of it were indeed his Reiatsu, giving no ability to find a precise position.
1 rank higher: The shroud would only be effective for a short time, before anyone with a decent manner of ability can find his exact position within the concealing mists, and attack him.
2 ranks higher: The mist would at best, serve for mere seconds of concealment, perhaps only able to stem taking the full force of an attack, but not much more reliable than that.
Bankai (Not Yet Acheived.)
Release Phrase: Shuukyoku Akumu, Kurai shuujin. (Final Nightmare, Dark prisoner)
Released Appearance:When Asshaa calls out her bankai, her current sword bursts into a large mass of shadow that violently swirls around her body. When the shadow breaks away from her body, she is left clad in attire fitting the bankai's name. Her clothes take on a strange look, armour covering most of her left leg. White pants that are loose fitting cover her legs, and her chest, a very tight black leather vest of sorts, held tightly to her form by three belts that appear to be pulled snugly over her abdomen, and chest. Asshaa’s left shoulder bears a rusted bronze pauldron of sorts that has etched into it a crest of unknown design, and her hands are covered in gloves matching the attire of her chest, with the fingers cut free.
Name: Ushinawa reta tamashii no sakebi (Roar of lost souls)
State: Bankai
Terms of Usage: At the cost of 60%
Description: Abilities
At glance, this is an empowered version of his Dark light ability, but there is a vast difference. Gathering the energy of her bankai, and the shadows that swarm around her form to her blade, she can release a powerful and fast moving mass of shadow energy toward her targets. The blast of this attack would measure up to a 70's level Kido, with about the same reiryoku cost of a 40's level spell. The most distinct feature that sets this attack apart from a basic arc of pure energy, is the sound of tortured souls roaring through the sky, as if the very air were being tormented by the presence of this dark energy mass soaring through it. The chilling sound is enough to chill the blood of lesser warriors, and those who would observe the attack from a distance would see a face moulded in with the energy... a small enough outline of violet reiatsu to give the image of a demonic visage of pure terror howling through the sky as it flies to end the life of those targeted by it, seeking to add their soul to the vast torrent of cries, and pained screams. It flies with the speed comparable to Hado 4, Byakurai, and explodes upon impact to its target, or at will of the user. Being a Kido based ability that has the destructive power of a 70's level Hado, it can be blocked by other means as well, such as Danku, or similar kido based defenses.
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