Post by breaker on May 26, 2009 19:35:49 GMT -5
Name: Raziel
[/u]Gender:Male
Personality: Raziel is a simple, playful person. He finds it hard to stay mad at people close to him and can often be said to be to forgiving. The total opposite goes when he is acting as a profesional. A good explanation of him is that he is the idealic soldier. He stands at attention, follows orders, and is never found to have a rebelling side. He takes dishonor seriously, especially to traitors, causing the creation of some great hatred
towards Vizards and other rogues. The same holds true for hollows, Raziel allows himself, on purpose in some cases, to take up the Shinigami cause. His answer usually follows the patern of unmerciful punishment towards ' beings of evil '. He gets along fine with most people, but is prone to starting arguements with people he disagrees with. In matters of leadership he can effectively keep a group together and rallied under a cause, though he is readily willing to pass the flag to the first person he deems better at wearing the pants than he.
He enjoys reading, talking with others, and simply sitting and thinking. Its hard to bore him as he finds a way to interest himself in any dreary situation that happens to pop up. He idealises his superiors and strives to be like those that beat him in fights and debate, this habit though has lead to very bad situations in the past, but he has managed to purge himself of unwelcome thoughts, unfitting of an officer.
Like many others in the Gotei, a good portion of his time is spent training and sparring. He doesn't eat or sleep much and is readily willing to take up paperwork from some of his *cough* less enthusiastic peers*cough*. Though he a naturally careless person, he has managed to force himself into a tidy state in most affairs. He can be a romantic with most women, if only for fun, but tries to keep himself proffesional, love is the
last thing on his mind though.
Appearance: Raziel has slightly graying hair that lays round on his head.((imagine Ulquirra with much shorter hair)). His uniform is up to date and constantly ironed. He makes sure to have his officer insignia on at all times. He stands at just over 6 feet and retanes the body figure of a swimmer.
He has light blue-grey eyes that are particularly spectacular and bony face. He retains small dark circles under his eyes and has hands that show the effects of a habit of chewing fingernails. Small, almost unnoticeable scars lace his entire body, earned from many small live-weapons spars. When fighting he keeps a controlled, standard fighting stance. He can often be seen with a small grin, but never more than that. He walks with his hands at his side and makes a habit of keeping a hand on his sword at all times, except when at attention in front of a higher ranked shinigami and keeps his other arm at his side.
Like I said, ideal soldier.
Zanpakuto spirit: Yahane.
He takes the form of a large white horse, twice the size of Raziel himself. He takes his choices seriously, but tries to give a little mercy to Raziel when things get out of hand. He is wise, treating Raziel as if he had gone through every situation before, as if an older version of himself was giving him advice. He takes no need to impose himself on Raziel's actions in simple matters, allowing him to accomplish and make mistakes of his own accord.
He both shares and is the direct representation of the core of Raziel's soul. He wields and sheppards all that is lawful and good, taking on a extremely archival state of mind when confronted with any representation of evil. This is what leads to Yahane and Raziel's combined hatred of Hollow, Vampires, even
Visoreds, etcetera. He lashes out, both emotionally and physically, and drives Raziel to do so often. Seeking to bring the immediate end to the things that plague existance.
His body glows with a light that is usually only discernable at night and is in great condition. He is rideable in situations(though logic would lead to the fact that in circumstances where Raziel needs to be carried, neither of them have the power to do so.), but is not very fond of it.
Sealed Zanpakutô: A classical katana, seriously, nothing special.
History: For as long as he could remember, Raziel has had his eyes on the lives of the soul reapers. He lived on the second floor of a house directly adjacent to the gate leading in to the Shinigami living space. He had a small window and would spend hours with a home made telescope watching the soldiers with swords at their sides entering and returning from the human world. He envied them, and wished nothing more than to someday cross that gate himself to fight the bad guys
threatening the natural order. Because of this, he would often rush as fast as he could every time the gate would start to open.
He spent many days attempting to immitate the famed demon arts by himself behind his house, aiming at a tree stump that he'd drawn a large white mask on with chalk, sometimes he'd take up a small axe he had and spend hours just whakking the small faces he'd drawn onanything he could find. It was an awe inspiring event when he heard of the instalment of an academy. He stood in line for hours surrounded by many other young children that were much bigger than he. He got accepted, luckily, but was put on a waiting list of 6 years to get in, behind all of the much more talented students. He swore that before his time came, he would master atleast one spell.
He snuck into the house of another student who had already recieved some books and had returned home to say goodbye to his parents, and stole the biggest one he could fine.
'Demon Arts: Training regimine and guide.'
For the next six years he practiced spell after spell, eventually deciding on Byakurai. He thought of it as a 'super-cool way of kicking ass' and.. it was the only one of a few he could actually learn to perform with just the instuctions from the book. He was able to perform it at a relatively mild power level, but mostly used it to show off.
When it came time for him to actually go to the academy, he was full of confidence... for the first 12 seconds. It took him that long to realise that there were kids younger than him around that had not only mastered the one spell he had managed to finish learning, but dozens of others as well. He grew angry with himself and vowed that if he could not be the best with spells, that he would be the best with a sword, or his fists, or something.
This confidence carried him, to a certain length, far, and he graduated with no impeding problems, after 7 years of schooling. His kido is still far from the best in quality, but he has made up for this by learning a wider variety of spells, both Hado and Bakudo. Though he was far from a progidy, he remained at a point where he could tutor some of the other students.
Roleplay Sample: Raziel slipped out of his bed. He yawned with a morning tiredness and began to dress. He slipped into his uniform and took percise time to to tie his sword in the correct way, you had to get just right, always. The sun beat down on the window pane. Burning his eyes as left his small one man room
and walked to the bathroom. Cold water rushed over his face as he began to truly wake up. It was another day, same as always, same as it always would be.
Stepping out of the complex of a home he stayed in, he strutted past a group of several younger shinigami from a different squad. They didn't seem to be officers, so he simply kept on his way, stopping and bowing his head to several other shinigami with clothes fancier than his, he showed respect, but for the life of him
couldn't remember all their names. Who could? He arrived at the training lot, it was early, no one was there yet. This was good, he believed he worked better in solitude anyway, without any distractions. Stepping in front of the wooden figure, battered and chipped from daily beatings, he drew his sword. Without using
any real strength, he went through the recomended practice steps. Shoulder, shoulder, thigh, thigh , head, ribs, ribs, shoulder, shoulder, thigh... for an hour, never missing a beat, not even sweating. By this time, the cold morning wind had begun to flow through the patch of dry land, the sound of excited young men grew stronger and stronger. He wouldn't be alone for long. This was bad, he quickly sheathed his sword and set off down a path leading through some trees and brush. This path was seldom used for a reason. It got thinner at points, and at turns it was hard to tell if the smooth area you were walking on
was still the path, but Raziel had done it before. It went on for minutes, the sound of clanking metal and thudding wood became a ghost behind him. It led to a three way intersection. Then, witha hushed silence, he leapt into the air, the ground suddenly 20 feet below him as he landed nimbly on a tree branch. He jumped from branch to branch upward along the well known tree, reaching the top in a unreadable race. He had made it in time, the sun at 30 degrees from the ground, at precisely this moment, looked to be directly above the execution grounds.
It gold glow illuminating the large wooden structure, melding with it deep brown to form a copper flare that stretched over all of the white buildings surrounding it.
It was amazing, beautiful, the same as normal.