Post by makoto on Nov 23, 2009 22:26:03 GMT -5
Name: Makoto Nakano
Age: 130 (looks 18)
Gender: Male
Personality:
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Advanced
Skill Level: Shunpou: Intermediate
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Beginner
History/Background:
Age: 130 (looks 18)
Gender: Male
Personality:
Makoto is at most often relaxed, steady, and smoothe. But his mood changes when something needs to be done. He is more direct, clear, and humble to anyone superior to him. His mind is always opened to the world. He's the kind of guy who wont dislike before trying first. This goes for people as well.Appearance:
He looks at others as good people. He sees everyone as another perspective of life, opening to the perspectives of others and accepting them has made him the gentle person he likes to be. his anger and hatred only goes to people who destroy or hurt someone, should be punished for their actions.
but seeing the good and the bad of people has made him grow an ambition. He wants to find the truth beyond good and evil, what makes them what they are, and why.
Makoto is overall an attractive young man. He 6'0 and weighs 156 pounds. His Gigai form wears normally Black Cargo Jeans, and a white short sleeved dress shirt. The clothes are a little loose fit. But it only helps him move and fight with less restriction than regular sized clothing. TZanpakuto Spirit:
he most attractive look to him is his face, it is a scar from his human life. but it only gives distinguished looks to him.
His Shinigami outfit is Much like the average one, though he is thinking of making a few personal changes to it...
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Zanpakuto's Inner World: [Inner World Image] The Inner World of Makoto’s Zangpakuto has no color to be seen. The scene is at a great island, which lies alone in the middle of the ocean. By the sky the island looks like it’s in complete darkness, the black trees cover everything that may be seen within the island. There is an opening near the center of the island, a Grand Temple stands there. When Makoto and Amatsu Tenma meet, they usually are at the coast of the island. The world is shrouded in fog and clouds, with a white ball in the sky as the sun.Sealed Zanpakuto:
Zanpakuto's Avatar: Avatar Image Amatsu Tenma is a representative of the Void, the gap beyond Light and Darkness. By believing in his own belief, he had been cursed and was Exhiled from his world
Amatsu Tenma was once one of the greatest warriors of his kingdom, he had slain and defeated for his king so much, he had begun to question on the motives of his King. He then decided to spy on his own king.
after days of watching his King. He began to notice something. His king's ambition was to rule the world under his view, his vision, his future. Amatsu Tenma had then realized that his king's ambition, who he had fought relentless for, is no different than his enemy's ambitions. If that's how it is, which side is right?
Amatsu had then confronted the king, told him his own thoughts, and would fight no more for him. The king was not going to let him free just like that. Captured by his ex-majesty. The king then cursed him, calling him "The darkness of light". The curse was to thrive throughout his body, starting from the hand that looks out for oneself, the left hand.
He was then exhiled and cast to the seas. That gave the curse time to take over him. But his will would not have that. and so he continued to force his body to fight it off. The curse had fought hard, but after countless days at sea, and enduring against the pain that came from the evil curse. I finally stopped consuming his arm, and lost. The curse had left Amatsu as the dominant spirit inside the physical form. Thus leaving the curse to his whim. Amatsu landed at a small island. All alone and exhiled. His time alone on the island gave him time to think about everything. He came to one conclusion. That you must do what you believe, there is no good or bad.
He then proclaimed the Island his own, and ceated the temple of his own beliefs. He did not care wether or not people would follow his path, as long as they knew that he had his own path, and lead his own choices.
Amatsu Tenma now sits at the throne of his own island, with his only friend being Makoto Nakano. He is not repenting from betraying his king and people, with his blade and accepting his curse as more of bending it to his own will.
Amatsu is intrigued by Makoto's will to find the "Void" of light and shadow, he has agreed to help Makoto see the truth, and truly understand both sides of the never ending war.
[Zangpakuto Sealed Form Image] The Sealed form is unique in size, with the shape of an Odachi Katana, with 58" in size, even at the lowest level of a Zangpakuto, it is intimidating. It has a basic black and white hilt. The hand guard is unique with three black spheres spiraling towards each other as its design. the blade always shines brightly when taken out of the scabbard, but its scabbard that latches on Makoto's back is jet black, hiding the blade until necessary.Shikai Description:
Command: “Let the Void Release! Amatsu Tenma!”Shikai Abilities:
Shikai: Shikai Image : Makoto's Shikai is not longer than it was in its sealed form (any longer it wouldn't stay on his back properly).
Starting from the Hilt. It is wrapped in an easy-grip black material. The hilt is made to basically lock Makoto's lead hand on the Zangpakuto, and to use his right hand on the rest of the hilt, lead hand for control, other hand for combat flexibility.
Holding the Blade with the hilt, the handguard is designed as if the hilt thrives into the sword, like veins in a body.
The actual blade of the sword is large indeed, and reaches to cover the handguard as well. The body of the blade is grey, but the sharpened end shines just as bright as it's sealed form
This Shikai has only one ability, which is to create and manipulate colorless flames to cleanse his enemies. The Shikai represents the Good side of Amatsu Tenma
Command: "Hokuro!"Bankai Description:
Description: upon the incantation, the Zangpaktou will burst into a blaze of flames.( No real damage, but to knock back or stall attacks so Makoto can retaliate) This flame is different though, it has no color, it is a black flame that is fed out from the sword. the top of the burn up in a white outer shell of black flames. the flames covers the blade as he wields his Zangpaktou. He can burn his opponents while hitting the target in melee combat.
With the Experience Makoto has had with the "Hokuro" He is able to manipulate the flames in Two ways other than covering the Zangpakuto
Note:These flames can suppressed by a High level of Spiritual pressure (i.e: anyone/anything higher than Makoto's rank). That means the flames can hit, but cannot burn anyone higher than Makoto
1. Command: Ho!
Makoto says the incantation, and the Zangpakuto shoots out a large fireball. When it makes contact, begins to burn the struck enemy. The flames will begin to burn the opponent, so they need to take care of the flames quickly
2. Command: Hitoku
Hitoku uses the manipulation of the Hokuro flames as a shield against incoming attacks, when Hokuro is active, he just needs to parry or prepare his body and spirit for the attack, and the flames will do the rest. the max reach of this technique is 4-5m wide and up to 9 feet tall
In defending others though, he must jab the end of the blade into the ground, the flames will form a cone-like shield around Makoto and his allies around him.
Hokuro is brought over and advanced in bankai mode as well.
Refer to Image while reading descriptionBankai Abilities:
After finishing the Bankai training with Amatsu Tenma, Makoto gains the same abilities as Amatsu Tenma himself. This Bankai is the Evil side of Amatsu Tenma
Amatsu Tenma had been given a curse, and passed it down as a Gift, Makoto's right arm becomes as demonic as Amatsu's arm. Though there is a difference, Amatsu's arm emits pure spiritual energy from his demonic arm. Makoto's arm leaks of blood.
His arm has an ability called "Jin-te"(Details further down)
His Zangpakuto basically returns to the size of his sealed from, an Odachi Katana. but what's different is that it has no handguard.
"Akuma-Hokuro" is a darker version of HokuroSkill Level: Kidou: Intermediate
1.Command: Hidama
It is the bankai version of "Ho", it does not burn what it touches, but rather explodes in a grenade-like blast (Modern grenade = High risk: 0-5m, low risk: 5-15m.) anything the Hidama fireball hits sets it off. this'll cause damage to anyone
2.Command: Jin-Te
This ability comes from Makoto's left arm, it creates a physical from of his left hand out of spiritual pressure. This hand can extend up to 12 meters around Makoto, this hand can be extremely destructive in good hands.
There is only one catch. the longer the Jin-Te is active, the more the arm will leak blood. slowly but surely, Makoto's spiritual pressure will lower, and at a long term, de-activate his bankai, and draining him of energy.
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Advanced
Skill Level: Shunpou: Intermediate
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Beginner
History/Background:
Makoto as a young child his father and mother cared for him, they lived in a bad side of the city. Even so, Makoto loved his life, there were no problems, years later, it all changed.RP Sample:
When Makoto was five his first day of school was crazy. his time on the playground was rough, a few bullies came over to Makoto and beat him up, Makoto cried on the ground and a little girl looked at him, she moved her hand toward him mentally offering to help, Makoto looked up and saw a small chain on her chest, it didnt bother him, but during that time in the playground. Makoto grew as friends with the girl, named Kaoio. as the school bell rang Makoto went inside the school, and was sent to the front office, when he wnet there, he was told he was seen talking to himself, Makoto argued saying it was an actual girl there, all the principal did was put him schedualed with the school psychiatrist. but Makoto continued to see Kaoio everyday at school. but one day, she didnt come back, the next day, she didnt come again. Makoto slowly fogot about her and continued his school time.
hen Makoto turned six, His Father returned from work in a complete mess, He rushed to Makoto and his mother telling them that they had to leave quickly, he would not tell why. Makoto went to the car, so did his mother, his father took a few things, a gun, and a Sword. his father began to run down the street, and a car stopped in front of him, four men walked out, they glared down his father like snakes to their prey, one man pulled out a sword, his father as well. Makoto stood up and watched as his father and a man in white fought with the swords, but the match ended quickly his father was stabbed. he fell to his knees, his mother was in sudden shock. as the Man moved next to Makoto's father, his sword roze highly, his eyes looked at Makoto, Tiger Like eyes, and a large scar from a large claw was on his face, his eyes buried into Makoto like a nail hammering in his soul. and a yell came from the man in white, one swipe, and his mother covered his eyes, she then drove off, the men in White followed her for a bit, and lost her, She then took all the money available, and flew far away.
At the Age of Fourteen he returned home. Back to his hometown in search of his father's murderer. asking the public about a man with a scar on his face, information had led him to an abandoned factory. a group of criminals thrived from the building. even though they were all criminals, Makoto was looking for only one. When he found him, Makoto was enraged inside, but he kept his mind calm. the man in white who seemed like their leader, he had the same traits. His eyes were cold and animal like, and a giant scar of a claw was on his face. he Held a Tiger Like Katana and a Black Katana, the same his father used. Makoto caught it and quickly Unsheathed it, holding it tightly like the way he was taught. the Man unsheathed his Katana Also, they began their duel, as their blades clashed they slowly went in a stalemate, but youth cannot defeat experience. Makoto couldent avoid the shot, his waist was then cut. lightly sliced through his flesh. Makoto let his sword fall to the ground. the scarred man then looked at Makoto with disgust. He picked up Makoto's sword, bringing its tip pointing towards Makoto's heart, and with a strong stab, the sword went through. his spirit had disconnected from his body, and he stood there with his body getting colder by the second.
as Makoto lost his life, a burst of energy came busting around the room. dark blurs quickly shot into the room, their speeds were incredible. killing the men in the room, as quickly as they dropped to the floor,. the warriors who did the deed had became easy to see. The men in the black robes had cleared the room, and only Makoto was the only one who stood throughout the men in here. one of the shinigami went up to Makoto, telling him to be prepared for a better world. and with a small tap of the hilt on the head. Makoto was left the world of the living, and began his life in Rukonagi, under the house of the Nakano Clan.
For years Makoto lived happily in the Rukonagi outer district. His brothers and friends were always togethor, hanging around town and doing the normal things for teenagers his age would do. They also played games as they were shinigami fighting off Hollows, as they would battle against eachother for competition on the best swordsman. When Makoto had met them, The Nakano clan kids brought him out, and forced him to fight against the tougher and older boys of the clan. The match was mis-predicted by the crowd. Makoto had beaten them easily, he didnt know how he knew how to use a sword. but it came to him as if it was a sixth sense, not remembering to learning it in his past life. Makoto quickly became friends with the boys in the Clan, all of them knowing not to mess with Makoto.
during the years Makoto was being watched by the shinigami, as they do inspect the new villagers of Rukonagi, and his skills with a sword was intriguing for his level of status in Rukonagi. Makoto was then invited to Become a Shinigami at the academy, as it was not only a great honor to be offered to become a shinigami in his clan, but also a good way to find his own roots in the world.
Makoto was accepted into A Class, the most potential students were placed there. He was not the Top of the class, extra popular student of the year. no, Makoto would usually be with himself, always nose-diving into studies and training at the academy. He gained a name for himself sparring with other students and fighting in academy competitions. He was really taking any form of excuse to mold his skills right. Because of his dedication and hard work, Makoto graduated and was accepted as a Shinigami.
As a hard worker and dedication to even the simplest of jobs, Makoto was assigned to Division 8. He fit well there. Many of division eiht members have a unique sort of abilities, that can be essential on battlefields. If Makoto was not on an assignment , filling in on jobs, or with other shinigami, he would be training his skills. Decades of human years have passed, and Makoto has not changed ,uch.
With a set mind and strong skill. Makoto would not fail to become a powerful Shinigami. but inside, his ambition is to find the void, out of everyone he has met, he sees all as overall good people, making him wonder what makes bad, "bad" and visa-versa. he desires to find the truth behind good and bad.
Though soon, Makoto will be finding adventure soon enough.
[This is a Post about the release of Makoto's Shikai. This was a post done during one night, non stop. you may see some run-ons.]
After the embarrassing night before, being defeated by Hikiro, Makoto had changed his plans instead of training. Because of his aches and pains from the fight, his next choice of something to do for today was fishing. It was an excellent hobby that can help ease the mind. The best about it was that the 8th division had their own fishing lake on their grounds. A spot that was perfect to go kick some bass.
The lake was beautiful with lush trees around the lake. For fishing, the lake had a large dock that went across a piece of the shore; it was made for multiple people to fish at the same time. But when Makoto got there, he was the only one there, which was the best way to fish, in a quiet, tranquil spot where the only noise is made is from the biters. Makoto quickly set up his rod and equipment, much like pulling open a massive tool kit. Always be Prepared.
The rod was given new reeling string and set with the weight, hook, spotter and all. Not to mention the worm for the cherry on top. he snapped with his rod and had cast it at a satisfying distance. The spotter was at a good distance to see... a nice cast. Fishing was a boring hobby for the people who are in for the excitement. Its all about patience, and sneaking up upon your pray, you try to go after it in the open, your prey will run off. Besides, Fishing gives someone a lot of time to think. your mind drifts around.
”hmmm...that damn Hikiro... got me all banged up, just because he had shikai. You have to be powerful to attain Shikai. But the teachers said it would usually take a century to become that powerful, so they say. But then again, every zangpaktou is different... If my Zangpaktou wont speak to me. Then there must be something wrong with what I’m doing, or how I’m training. I mean C’mon, they said I have an abnormally large Zangpaktou, being an Odachi Size rather than the average size. It means I have more potential than others. Why don’t you speak to me you stupid Zangpaktou…”
Makoto tugged on the rod in a quick reflex, and the Fish was practically thrown out of the water for even a split second, Makoto reeled him in with force, his thoughts were frustrating. If he was gonna continue growing and becoming even more powerful, he did not want to slow down, but it looks like the more he trains, the less there is to train ON. the fish tried to set itself Free. Makoto had it, hands down. just as he took his final pull. a voice rang across his ears.
”You worry so much on your training, when do you ever think you may be up to par with the rest in your level!”
The reeled fish went flying, the sudden voice caught him right off guard, and it was loud, as if the source of the voice was right next to him. He quickly spun around, flew off, hanging off his line. Makoto held up his rod for defense, what the hell was that?
“Hey! Who’s out there, Show yourself!”
”Calm Down... Don’t freak out or anything... Your Reiatsu has sprouted quickly, your skills have also grown significantly and you are up to par at your level… but you’re still a weakling when it comes to a battle”
Makoto dropped the fishing rod, and drew his Zangpaktou. The blade was revealed, and the glowing light from the blade had grown stronger since the last time he had drawn The zangpaktou, I glowed brightly, but Makoto somewhat ignored it, shifting eyes to find who was talking to him.
"If your going to pester me with weak insults, then show yourself, and we'll show your words the lies they have spoken."
“Fine then! Just jab your Zangpaktou into the ground and I'll show myself!"
Makoto slowly lowers his guard, curious on where the hell this man was calling him from, he couldn’t assume where exactly the voice was coming from. Makoto then quickly jabbed the Zangpaktou into the ground in front of him. The white aura emitted from the blade looked beautiful in the ground. The white aura then grew more and more, the aura slowly flowed into the air, spreading ahead of Makoto, the white mist grew and solidified quickly, while the blade lost its aura, but the blade became completely white. The solid white mist then took form of a human being. The man was not much taller than Makoto, but was unique in his looks. The man was certainly not a shinigami, his clothes were unique, and he had hair as white as snow. But yet the power and reiatsu from him was amazing. But his sword that was latched onto his back was also amazing. His stance and sword showed he was no stranger to battle. This man was certainly not from the shinigami world
“Who are you?”
“You don’t need to know my name right now. All you need to know is that I’m your new opponent. Prepare yourself”
“oh sh—“
Makoto had little to no time to prepare himself; he was only to take hold of his Zangpaktou, but he couldn’t stop the first strike. The white haired swordsman suddenly appeared in front of him, and his right arm clawed onto Makoto’s face. Makoto was thrown right into the air, and into another world… Makoto had been shot over 10 meters, skidding across the water. Makoto slowly stopped and stood himself up. He jabbed his zangpaktou into the water, it made the same effect as it did when he jabbed it into the ground earlier… this water was odd, it was all a liquid form, but he was able to stand on it as if it was the ground itself. Makoto looked towards the White haired swordsman, who was drawing his sword. The blade was much more intimidating than Makoto’s own, that’s for sure.
Makoto looked around and he had certainly gone somewhere abnormal. Both Makoto and the white swordsman were standing on the water, next to a small Island, There was no color to be seen at all, the entire environment was in shade, no sparkling blue water, no blue skies, no green trees, no colored earth… All Shades. Before his next attack, The white Haired Swordsman spoke out.
”You want to be the strongest Makoto Nakano? You want to surpass your limits and expectations? Without acceptance of who you are, you will never achieve your aim, now show me what you’ve got.”
Makoto pulled his zangpaktou out of the water. And readied himself, The swordsman shot once again towards Makoto, but with the distance, Makoto had little enough time to block the next strike. The white haired man did not even take a second step to get to Makoto, he just stepped, and was there, blade against blade. The white swordsman controlled the duel, always striking the offensive, Makoto just tried to keep up with him, blocking the waves of attacks. This guy just wasn’t letting up. Makoto jumped back for some time to stabilize, as quickly as Makoto was that man was right in his face again. As soon as makoto was losing the rhythm of the battle, the white haired swordsman leaped back, quickly ending the assault. Makoto panted, cooling down from it all. Yet the other guy had seemed untouched by the fatigue of it all...
”Everyone has their light and shadows... it’s what makes us who we are. To become full control of which you are, you must accept your Light and Shadows…can you do that Makoto? Once you’re in unison with yourself, nothing can defeat you…”
As the White haired swordsman spoke his final sentence, he extended his sword arm out, the great sword began to glow a bright white… after that fight… Makoto was meeting his Zangpaktou’s Spirit form. The white light that emitted from his sword just signed it all up. But the glow was growing stronger, the giant blade of the sword began to fume flames from it, but it wasn’t a normal flame, the flame had covered like a gel. Blazed in a completely controlled way… Amazing. The Spirit quickly went back into action, his sword was prepared for the attack, and Makoto had let him stall. Damn. As the spirit leaped into the air, with his sword over his head, Makoto quickly raised his sword in defense. His spirit form struck against Makoto’s Zangpaktou. But a smile grew from his spirit’s face, suddenly, Makoto’s zangpaktou was cut, and The Giant sword came digging into Makoto’s body, between his collarbone & his shoulder. Makoto was struck hard…
The spirit had his feet on the water, and continued to hold the blade against Makoto, the flames were burning, and it was nearly un-bearable. Makoto screamed in pain, and dropped his zangpaktou. He was un-armed. But the spirit was not letting up, and pulling back his blade. He looked at Makoto straight in the Eye.
”You can have this power, and take control of yourself… to defeat anyone who wants to desecrate who you are… I have always been with you. And will fight with you. My name will always be known to you now… Now take this sword and shout my name, so Heaven and Hell may hear you.”
Makoto grunted, and took a hold on the colorless sword still dug into him. With a tight grip, Makoto took all his power to shout it out, but got it through.
“Amatsu Tenma!!!”
Suddenly, a blast of power exploded between the two warriors, within the mind of the lord. The blast engulfed everything around them, making everything disappear. All of a sudden, makoto opened his eyes, looking up to the skies of the Spirit realm, he slowly awoken, taking the sense he was back in the spirit realm… was it all in a dream? That was truly odd. Makoto turned over from his back and took his stand. What an odd way to meet your Spirit form. Makoto needed to contemplate on what had happened. Makoto turned to the dock, seeing his equipment and rod were still there. But where was his Zangpaktou? Makoto turned to his other side, noticing something amazing… Makoto’s Zangpaktou wasn’t even a normal looking Zangpaktou at the moment, it had changed… The Zangpaktou stood off the ground, jabbed into the ground, but not just stabbed into the earth, but the grand sword had created great cracks in the earth. The blade was exactly trhe same as the White haired swordsman had used... Amatsu Tenma... His sword was Makoto's to use and control... As soon as Makoto took a hold of the sword, it returned to its old form, sealed so the power may be used for only battle. This was Makoto’s new power. His Shikai had been attained…
