Post by ishidate on May 9, 2009 22:19:12 GMT -5
Name:
[/u] YamatoGender: Masculine
Age: 513
Personality: As a whole, Yamato, is of a very halcyon temperament; this likely due to his apathy towards most situations that don't involve him. However, due to him having yet to tame his inner hollow; his once tranquil temperament can become rebellious, and can be quick to irritate. During these tantrums, one would have to remain wary of Yamato; at least until a leash has been put around what inhabits him. Yamato is not the type to hold acrimony to those he has yet to meet, even so, he will resent those who exasperate him, even after a lone encounter. When in times of turmoil, or simply traversing throughout a town; his zanpakuto spirit will oft' times converse with him. This will leave Yamato to simply gawk off into multifarious directions.
Appearance:
Yamato is of average length, standing a five foot seven. A cordovan tinged hair garbs his cranium, the color intermingled with an obsidian black. His eyes, obviously, are a deep soulless onyx; not leaving much to be asked for. The vizard's body is somewhat muscular, however, not exceeding the norm; caking his body as if skin would be black attire: tinge akin to the darkest of twilight's. Overlaying this, loosely, is a gray jacket; embroidered with several designs and patters, it appears quite expensive.
Zanpakutô Spirit: Hajime; of average temperament, he often pesters Yamato, considering himself wise and more suited at making dire decisions. A fiery orange hair cloaks his head; the strands of hair cascade past normal bounds, exceeding the regular length; it often hides both oratories from view. Shielded from view, somewhat by a curtain of red-orange, his tawny amber eyes would be visible; in the correct lightning perhaps.
Sealed Zanpakutô:
Hajime, whilst in his sealed form, takes the shape of a basic katana; silver sheened to glisten brightly. The hilt follows a cordovan and ivory; appearing quite elegant. Of course, it is kept in a sheathe that follows the same scheme.
Shikai Appearance: As the new tier of power has been activated, and entered; the integrity of blade truly does not evolve nor change. It retains the same form, as well as it's basic appearance; however one thing will occur as the power increase is noted: Yamato's heightened speed. This done not truly refer to fleet of feet, though an increased in movement is noted; it really refers to the fact that Yamato is able to move the blade with much more alacrity. This would ultimately make all his attacks faster.
Shikai Abilities: Nothing more than the aforementioned speed increase. However, he is able to tame his spiritual pressure to conceal it to even the most canny creatures; this masking himself from being sensed, or simply concealing his true strength.
Release Phrase: "Jaunt, Hajime!"
Mask Appearance:
The mask, significance of the hollow that occupies his mind, is completely ashen in color; void of any tinge. It, in truth, appears quite eerie.
Mask Abilities:
Speed: Yamato speed should be noted while he is adorned with his mask; a gargantuan boost in speed takes place. Though, nothing too out of the norm of a vaizard's potential; not only does his alacrity escalated, but his sense of sight and perception becomes much more keen as a means to keep up with the speed.
Strength: As an added bonus, Yamato's strength also takes a incline upwards. He is far much more powerful and lethal as well; if he does indeed use his power correctly.
Cero: A gruesome ability; done by constructing and etching his reiatsu into a sphere, often executed with an extended forefinger. From this spherical shaped reiatsu, a large beam radiates; likely obliterating any uncanny victim caught within its terrible grasps.
Garganta: Simple enough, Yamato becomes able to physically tear open a dimensional rift, enabling him to traverse to other realms; however the pathway must be created and sustained in order to physically maneuver in the spiraling spiritual energies.
Mask Shielding: Simply put, Yamato is resilient to nearly all forms damage whilst garbed in his vaizard mask; making him quite the foe.
Mask Control: Four; he himself is wary of the untamed creature he houses, hopefully it doesn't obtain control before it is leashed.
History: Yamato was birthed in Soul Society, rather than a native to the human world. He living arrangements were positioned somewhere amongst the middle class. His environment could somewhat be considered halcyon; there not too much truly to worry about. His life, at a young age, was simple; with simple necessities as well. However, as he aged, he utterly longed for something more; a drive, something to want.
Thus, he sights fell on admittance to the Shinigami Academy; there was only on requisite required, or at least that he knew of, and it was a simple one at that: reiatsu. Of course, this lead Yamato to bring it upon himself to mature his spiritual pressure by any means possible; things roughly set upon meditation and implementation of reiatsu. Luckily, his prowess progressed firmly, with sheer determination to thank.
After what seemed like years of training, Yamato had been accepted into the Shinigami Academy; at last, though ambitious thinking would not meet an end here. He, as of late, planned to become a full-fledged shinigami. Reiatsu, Speed, Swordsmanship, Strength; they were all things that would ultimately play a role in his admittance to the Gotei 13. Each of these would be worked upon, gradually his prowess would increase.
As the time passed; the secret he future held were revealed; Yamato had grown into a Shinigami; however he refused to let himself become too content with his own standings. He began to come under the realization of something; life is like a maelstrom, leaving one simply fighting to stay above the currents. There was simply one thing he had to tell himself: Don't sink. It was as simple as that.
During his time as shinigami, he and several others were scheduled to investigate a strange occurrence that had taken place somewhere in the human world; it was a simple task, preferably taking place in the upcoming week. However, something had occured while Yamato was out training; something eerie. A green cloud-esque fog had enveloped , and he was overcome with am ominous feeling; as if something dire had just occurred. What had happened at that moment was unable to be recollected, everything about it was completely out of the norm.
The week was up, and all the necessary provisions had been acquired for the journey. A garganta was then opened, leading straight into the human world. While only mid-way through the tunnel, something drastic occurred; Yamato became enveloped with a treacherous reiatsu, and his body took another form wholly.
Rampage
What occurred inside the tunnel to the human world would never be told, simply put; Yamato was the only one who exited it. His memory was still blotchy, however, he knew one thing; he couldn't return to Rukongai, not in his current state; he needed answers, to everything. Thus, that is what he did, searched; for answers to everything; time however held the answers to all.
Roleplay Sample:
[[ Takes place some fifty years ago.]]
Yamato fell painstakingly to the ground, the clatter of his blade connecting with the ground echoing throughout his head."Shut up!" He roared with malice, it was back, again; returning as if a wound that opened again and again: never to heal. Where was his former halcyon feelings, what had he become now? A monster? No. That was what he was becoming, if he let himself be placed under the control of his inner hollow: he couldn't give in. The sadistic creature egged him on tauntingly, filling his mind with his words, Yamato forcefully placed his hands over his ears; as if this incoherent act would stop the voice. Willpower was all he had to rely on, he couldn't give himself up willingly to the one who inhabited him, no; he was too determined. Serenity; the inner hollow had been subdued into the deepest parts of his mind, for now; it would be back. He knew of this, it was this he feared.
"You shall be tamed in due time.."
Stooping down, Yamato placed Hajime back into it's sheathe. Step after step, his movements broke out into a speedy dash; where? Where could the answers to his questions be found!?
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