Post by atlacia on May 21, 2012 21:38:57 GMT -5
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General Information
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Name: Makoto Yukizane
Actual Age: 130
Appearing Age: 13
Gender: Female
Appearance
"Get ready for the day as you you want to be seen."
Makoto's face seems slightly feminine. Her skin a smooth complexion of light peach colors. Her shaded eyes looking tired in the mornings with rings that fade away as she wakes up. The soft curve gives her a look of youth and a healthful glow is always there. A smallest of freckles sits at the corner of her left eye. Her ears are smallish and yet normal size in comparison to her head. Her cheeks are a bit high on her face, yet not too much as to appear to have a chubby face. Lips are a faint pink that differs only slightly in color from the rest of her face.
Her eyes are a soft blue color, dark as the night sky. Flecks of gold contaminates the brilliant coloration. The pupils within are a black as the darkest depths of the soul. The inner colors of the eye seem a bit large compared to the whites of her round sockets. A grace of thin dark eyebrows arch about half an inch above in height. A sort of droop comes to the corners, giving an almost feline appearance to them. The inner corners lead into her small, button nose. She does have glasses, but only for reading.
Hair is a dark almost black color that is shaded a bit towards brown. The feathery and slightly messy hair leans towards a bob cut. The bangs hang at varying lengths in front of her face, sprinkled lightly. A particular clump sits in the middle of her forehead as it curves slightly to the side with a natural wave. The res of her hair is short in the back and sat beneath a hat. The navy fabric curves in a bit of a beret. The belt around is shining and bright; apparently a smooth material with a silver buckle.
As per casual wear, Makoto wears her uniform with pride. Her body beneath however is the only way to tell she is a woman. Her skinny structure makes her look like a woman. She is rather a stick in build, less than frightening. Whit a small waist and bosoms bound down, she passes as an adolescent boy often.
Her arms are average length with little muscle showing. A typical young woman appearance, but when flexed the matter is there. She has no defining characteristics on her torso as her shoulders slope, split into her arms and her back. The smooth back with the spine showing a bit by the little bumps of each bone. The sight is not ragingly obvious, but gives her a more fragile look. In front her ribs can be seen as slight shadows on the skin of her stomach area.
Upon reaching her lap, Makoto has a bit of a form to her. With hips that retain a slight curving of the hourglass figure, they are hidden under her uniform. Her legs are formed fairly well, showing muscle tone. Upon the back of her right calf is a birthmark. the marking looks like a small splash of apricot paint. The whole legs falls into smallish ankles and dainty feet. Her whole stature stands tall and proud with her hakama and sandals.
Personality
"Pleasure to meet you. I am Yukizane, Makoto. How may I be of service?"
Makoto isn't a woman who is out and about often. To find her, she has to be sought out often times. Her body is usually hidden in bookstores or libraries. A bookworm at heart, she prefers the company of books to the company of people. She does not go out of her way to avoid people and she will rarely deny a person to talk, however she keeps herself from the general area. A slight phobia of large groups of people slides into her veins. She gets flustered and tongue-tied easily. A common action of hers to be forgetting what she was going to say completely. Her mind lost on a world all its own. She is not a woman who hates her life, but she does fantasize of a better life. A sweeter and easier life where things were never complicated.
Makoto seems rather simple at times. Her main needs being sweets and sleep. If she has either of those she can be happy. There are days when Makoto refuses to get out of bed and though she smiles, it is empty. A hole sits in her chest and her mask is faded away from the world. A silent thought on her face that speaks "I wish I didn't feel so lonely." A mind that always reels with no real answers and yet she plays the game of life well.
Her face is one no one can tell true intentions from. Often times she holds a dumb smile. Her mind seeks to please others, to make them smile, even if it's only at her. She has an inner love for mankind despite how naive it makes her. Though people wrong others everyday, she never hates nor can she hold a grudge in most circumstances. Her personality leaves her bubbly and optimistic. Even in the most dire of situations, Makoto is quick to crack a joke or to say something, just to lift spirits. A person who strives to make the world a better place and a woman who seeks justice with a burning passion for her race and the lives of innocent.
Makoto is very dutiful and determined. When given a quest she goes after it with all of her heart. A pure feeling surges through her and drives her to the goal. She despises when she can't get something done and gets upset when left to seem as a burden. She is not good at multi tasking in the slightest, so when battling, she'll rarely even talk. If someone talks to her WHILE she's fighting, chances are she will slip her concentration a bit.
Makoto is easily deterred from her mentality on any day by a number of things. When she messes up, she gets flustered and apologizes a thousand times over. A few times she will make a scene bigger than she had intended and gets even more flustered. Once at a certain level, chances are she'll either pass out or need knocked out. Her mind while she freaks out in such a rush of hormones that it makes her not see straight.
As well, Makoto cries easily. It's easy to make her cry, mainly by calling her stupid. Her mind gets in disarray and she simply sobs for a while. This usually makes people feel incredibly awkward and leaves her alone. Not only that, when talking to men she easily blushed and gets incredibly shy. Though she can sometimes get the same way with women, it's more common among men. Makoto doesn't feel like she knows how to talk to men and in result she doesn't. A lack of belief after all is the worst handicap someone can have. This leaves Makoto flustered and bamboozled. She says stupid things that are irrelevant and random. Her freak out sessions often end with her beating her head off a wall.
Makoto always keeps her mannerisms on high. She says her please and thank yous with no fretting. She constantly asks before she does things and she bows to people when meeting them. As is proper, she addresses the proper endings per name of people she speaks of or to. For example; -taicho for captain, -fukutaicho for vice-captain, -sama for those older than her, -san for others.
A major flaw with Makoto is the fact she is narcoleptic. Randomly she will fall asleep. there will be no explanation or trigger. When she feels a fit going on, she gets incredibly drowsy and sluggish, before passing out. Her sleeping is heavy and often lasts for a good two minutes at the least to a spell of two days at the most. When she wakes up, she doesn't remember much of anything that had happened, just like a concussion.
She has the heart of a lion. Brave and fiery, she will never back down from a fight when honor as at stake. Though she does not usually go out of her way to START fights, she will certainly end the ones that are started. She is stubborn and hard headed, preventing her from seeing any other view when it comes to morals. Makoto loves the rush of battle,, but only when her heart is in it.
History
"Treasure is only weighed by the scales of greed."
Born of a high-class family, Makoto was assumed to be someone great. To their dismay, they found Makoto to be something horrible. She was normal. Completely, fully and utterly normal. She was not some beautiful princess they had expected. In fact, compared to her older sister, Makoto looked like a boy. In fact as she grew up, her father forgot she was a girl and referred to her as his son. Not that Makoto really minded that much, she wasn't too girly through her life. She spent her earlier years envying the beauty of her sister while she looked like some street urchin they had picked up. To save the family shame, Makoto dressed herself as her sister's house hand.
The newly dubbed 'servant boy' had no problems following her sister's every order. From fetching clothes to scrubbing down the room, Makoto was sent into the world of discipline. She at times had so little time for friends it seemed she was a full-grown adult and yet she was so young. However, the optimistic woman kept a bright smile on her face, helping her sister be the beautiful woman she had become. Helping sew dresses and doll up the woman was what Makoto's life had become and yet she didn't care. She was happy with being low on the food chain.
In the process of working with her sister, Makoto was in turn taught rules and mannerisms. Not a second was she allowed to flinch without knowing the rule that applied. Her common dress was a butler outfit, her chest bound to hide what she was really. Indeed, her family's friends assumed she was the son they were training humility. In some ways it was true, yet in technicalities it was their young daughter they had placed in the body of a butler. A true gentleman despite being a woman. Despite the troubles her narcolepsy triggered.
Upon one of Makoto's birthday's her sister approached her. A night of just them where she traded places with Makoto. She would dress her up, put make up on her and simply wait to her. "See.. you can be pretty too." That was the first time Makoto had blushed. Never before had she been complimented and her heart thudded. It was an addicting feeling. A feeling she wanted to share with the world. If such nice words could make her feel so wonderful. "Keep smiling, Makoto. You might be low in life right now, but you really are a light for all of us."
Makoto went to bed with her head buzzing. How could that night have happened? Words spoken to her so sweet and she was ablaze with determination. She wanted to smile and make others happy. If her 'perfect' sister said it was great to do so, then she would. It had became a habit to dress as a boy for Makoto. She felt it blocked distractions from her mind. She didn't have to deal with romance like her sister often cried about. Lucky for Makoto, she only had her few friends that were around her on occcasion.
A night came when finally they asked Makoto what she wanted. It was a long thought before she had decided she wanted to be a fighter. Her parents, though surprised, would nod in an understanding way and get together money. Buying her into the academy and letting her try something new. If by accident or not, her father wrote down 'male' on her application. Some awkward instances occurring in the academy as the teachers made rearrangements that gave her a room to herself. She didn't have to deal with a lot of people and the new surroundings made her shy to the world.
However, Makoto still worked hard and gave one hundred and ten percent all the time she had. Even with her fits of falling asleep, she managed to hold her own. Training to get stronger in her spare time and sleeping when she could. She wanted to make her family proud. She wanted to protect the people whom the hollows would hunt and hurt. Her innocent honor drove her to become fighter for justice. Makoto was an odd woman as she stood up for bullies in school and though at times she got in trouble, she still managed to her good grades. She has not yet graduated from the academy.
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Skills/Attributes
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Skills
- Swordsmanship- Intermediate
- Kidō- Beginner
- Hohō - Advanced
- Hand to Hand - Intermediate
Attributes
- Speed - Advanced
- Power - Beginner
- Stamina - Advanced
- Intelligence - Intermediate
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Zanpakutō
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Name: Yukan'na kokoro
Translation - Courageous Heart
Unreleased Appearance
The sealed form is a standard-sized katana. The hilt is colored with golds and reds, a sparkle of green in a gem at the base. The tsuka holds a tarnished gold with black spots and the images of wind cascading around it. The twisted fabric of her hilt is mainly red and the color on the inside is golden. Her tsuba is a golden color as well tarnished like the rest of the hilt. It appears to have been well used by its master. The decorations of the blade's guard is the face of a a kazegami, breathing life in a circular pattern. The length of the sharp blade curves into the deadly tip, razor sharp and well taken care of. Her sheathe is a basic red one with a golden kazegami watching out upon the world. A whole three and a half feet of length.
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Zanpakutō Spirit
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Name: Yukan'na kokoro (Yukan)
Gender: Male
Spirit Appearance
The appearance of her zan is a man dressed in white. With six feet at least in height, he towers a bit over. His body is always upright and full of a rather cocky demeanor. His body is covered in a tight white suit. He wears knee-high black combat boots. A well-toned chest. A long blue scarf sits on his shoulders. His face is covered by a white helmet. A dark though opaque material covers his eye area in a sort of triangle shape. His hands are gloved with feathered rims. For finishing touches, he has feathery bird wings of browns and spotted blacks coming from his back. Beneath the helmet, he has blue hair and eyes in a kind sort of tone.
Personality
Yūkan is has a bipolar disorder. On some days he is so down in the dumps that he doesn't want to do anything and on other days he has boundless energy that makes him nearly jump off of walls. There seems to be no triggers for the fellow and it often happens at night when Makoto is sleeping. Otherwise, he's not really temperamental. He's not one to get angry. Patient rather than one to charge headfirst into things, he's a thinker and usually rather quiet. When he's up, he never shuts about happiness and how he wants to meet her friends. He also likes to tease her and swoons over every woman that's not Makoto.
The pervert like to whistle at ladies, not that he can be heard, but he does maanage to make the young woman blush a lot. In most circumstances HE'S the reason she freaks out when talking to boys. His words about what he grades a woman, making Makoto a vegetable at times. With a swift word of fighting, he will be up and ready for a fight. He's the type that likes to fight, no matter the reason. As well, he supports Makoto fully, even if he does joke about her holding him.
Relationship to Master
Yukan is always trying to mess with his master. At the worst of times he will speak such perverse words or say ANYTHING to ruin her mood or moment. He adores his master, but making fun of her and teasing her just HAD to be the way it was done. Every chance he gets, he makes her blush. The only time he behaves is in a serious battle. An occasional slap to the face is also helpful when it comes to him. He does not get that there is a time and place for everything until he is reminded. He is very faithful when it comes to service and will help Mako when she needs it. Of course he'll 'make her pay' as he puts it, but he has not yet asked for said payment.
Inner World
The appearance of her zan is a man dressed in white. With six feet at least in height, he towers a bit over. His body is always upright and full of a rather cocky demeanor. His body is covered in a tight white suit. He wears knee-high black combat boots. A well-toned chest. A long blue scarf sits on his shoulders. His face is covered by a white helmet. A dark though opaque material covers his eye area in a sort of triangle shape. His hands are gloved with feathered rims. For finishing touches, he has feathery bird wings of browns and spotted blacks coming from his back. Beneath the helmet, he has blue hair and eyes in a kind sort of tone.
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Call Out Phrase: Burn, Yūkan'na kokoro
Translation - Burn, Courageous heart
Shikai Appearance
In released form, the blade is no longer Katana in style. The same length is there, but the shape shifts into that of a three-inch thick broad-sword. the hilt is a golden color, twisted around for about seven inches. The sharpened weapon still has the sharpness of a well-maintained weapon. A red gem sits at the base of where blade and hilt combine. The guard is not much of one. In line with the rest of her blade, the golden arms reach and connect with the gem in a choppy loop. Upon the blade is the insignia; "Courage of a lion" scribbled in kanji about one inch into the whole blade. It gleams and shines an almost golden silver color.
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Sample Post
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"Arigato, Utsukushī josei."
A-Ah?! Ara-? B-beautiful?! Her cheeks were the color of roses, that budded upon her soft cheeks. The midnight sky of her eyes sparkled a bit with the soft love and affection of a compliment. Makoto- She was so rarely complimented. Tears formed in her eyes and she had to swallow a lump in her throat. tears of joys from something as fleeting as a casual positive word. Even if it WAS in a foreign language, she understood it. Her heart stopped a second and she looked up at him. A sort of grateful shine, a scrap of food to a child on the brink of dying from starvation. The gentle smile that glimmered with a gentle crystal leak that traced her cheek. Such joy that overflowed in the slightness. Do you think so? In all honesty? 'He just thought you were a man, a moment ago..'
Makoto didn't mind, as she finished wrapping the man's chest. Chest wrapping came natural for her. Her smooth actions so swift and easy. As she finished, she stood to her feet and smiled. A job well done! She felt a tinge of her fiery pride and forgot her emotional moment.
Afterwards, the man was having her follow. Where was she going? Her eyes took in all and gave nothing, while she toddled after the man. Where was he leading her? She didn't know this place, or these people. At last, they reached another room, where he spoke once more.
"Please, help this woman look for a suitable female assistant uniform. Preferably from the Natured Servant collection."
Ah- What? Makoto was caught and dragged into the abyss of the room. Like a nightmare, she had no control, as the woman dragged her into the room and did horrible stuff to her. This horrible stuff was what nightmares were made of! the woman stripped Mako down and with quick precision sliced the bandages on her chest. A sudden and audible gasp erupted from the girl. Whether or not it was pleasurable, she couldn't tell over the panic she felt pulsing through her body. She was soon pulled into a new uniform.
Her body in a dress as the woman chatted, she would soon be pushed out of the room. Disoriented, Makoto sort of blinked drowsily and looked around. She was utterly confused and she shouted in surprise as her maid-friend snatched the hat off of Mako's very head. She whirred to yell at her, but she found herself staring at Ine. A scarlet color was on her face and she couldn't help but let out a shy whimper of confusion. "A-ah.. h-hello.. a-again."
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