Futoko Kojikage

[momoe]

Name: Futoko Kojikage
Age: 134
Gender: Female
Personality:

If there is one thing Futoko isn't, that is timid. When she speaks to someone, she looks straight into their eyes, not showing any bashfulness whatsoever. Even her way of speaking is bold, and there are few things she'd hesitate to say bluntly if she really thought so. While some might claim that she is too daring on her interactions, she herself thinks that if it's something she believes in, its worth saying out loud.

Associatable to her straightforwardness and boldness is her pride, which is shown in most aspects of her life. She isn't embarrassed over anything, considering herself good looking, and not being afraid to show it off. This also mirrors into her fighting mentality, as she doesn't believe in holding back in serious situation. Ofcourse with such personality she is also prone of getting ticked off rather easily, especially if things aren't going as she'd expect, showing quite a temper.

Apart from her possible flaws that might be caused by her dominating traits, she is quite a nice girl in the end. She herself claims to love other people, and she is eager to help. Whether the help is good or bad thing is whole different topic however, since with her overconfidence in herself she tends to bite more than she can swallow, leading into accidents or unexpected results. If she does something, she does it at 100%

Appearance:

She appears as young woman, maybe even considerable as girl, her overall looks pointing to the age of around high schools first or second year. She stands proudly at 5'4" height. Other than that however, she is well matured on her srategic assets, boasting more than healthy ammount of bust and thin waist that flares into wide hips. Not only does she look great, but she also knows this and is proud of it.

Her hair is strikingly long, cascading down to her butt and further, and it's raven black by its colour. Her eyes are deep blue, and with the way she uses them, that is staring straight and without same to someone, it creates strong impression.

Over her chest she wears the usual black shinigami kimono, though keeping the front open, as she is obviously proud of the forms under it, and doesn't see reason to hide it. This kimono is tied down with regular, white obi belt, but thats where her clothing gets different. Instead of hakama, she wears a school uniorm styled, black miniskirt with a white stripe going around it few inches over the hem that some might say is way too high. She barely claims its comfortable, and fitting for her. Going further down she wears pair of black, thigh highs socks, and black kung-fu shoes.

Zanpakuto Spirit:

Hitokirisuke (man slasher)

Her zanpakutos spirit is a oni, japanese demon that is mostly humanoid with two short horns protunding from his forehead. He has squinty, dark eyes and his mouth is always on amused, maybe even mocking grin, and it shows off his yellow, fang like teeth. Hitokirisuke is astonishingly tall, closer to 7 feets infact. He wears dark blue kimono styled vest, and baggy pants, and under it red and black striped jumpsuit, claiming it looks good on him.

Hitokirisukes personality is quite fitting for his appearance. He is quite sly one, often not telling everything he could, or telling something that isn't true, atleast completely. He is more than often prone to make fun of Futoko, or mislead her or generally find ways to annoy her, but in the end their relationship is rather good, Hitokirisuke being more attached to the shinigami than he carers to admit, or Futoko would care to know.

The inner spirit world of Futokos is quite simple, snowy mountainscape. In this place it seems that chilly wind is always blowing, and Hitokirisuke claims it'll build up character. Futoko says its just plain annoying and cold.

Sealed Zanpakuto:

While sealed the katana takes a form of a katana, though not quite a traditional one in sense. Its hilt is all black, as is its scabbard, and it has no crossguard at all. This means that while sheathed, it looks like black training sword. Its blade is another part that differs, as instead of being edged only from one side, Hitokirisuke is edged on both sides of the blade.

Shikai Description:

Danpen, Hitokirisuke (shred, man slasher)

Hitokirisukes true form is a set of four pieces. A pair of golden arm guards appear on the hands of the wielder, going from knuckles to half way towards the elbow, covering the top of the hand and arm. On each of these gauntlets are 3 blades, much like shinobi claws. The claws are one foot long, starting from wrist and extending well over the arm. Feet of the wielder now dorn a pair of golden, metallic boots, going half way up to the knee. These boots both posses three blades: one going along the top of the feet, blade upwards, and sharp stabbing edge going several inches over the foots tip. On outer side there is another, curved blade with sharp, slashing end outwards, and on both heels there are thorn like blades pointing upwards.
(Falcons Talons from Ninja Gaiden 2)

Shikai Abilities:

This zanpakuto is focused solely on physical melee, and thus does not give its user any active abilities for utilisation, apart from wielding her both hands and legs as weapons.

Bankai Description:

Satsujin Hitokirisuke (Murdering man slasher)

~Title for bankai, nothing more for now~

Bankai Abilities:

none

Skill Level: Kidou: Intermediate
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Intermediate
Skill Level: Shunpou: Advanced
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Advanced
History/Background:

Futoko came to wake up in rukongai just like so many others, in her case it was one of the more untamed regions, an outer region with many outlaws and poor quality of living even on the standards of rukongai. Her life from early on was thus destined to be surviving, as at these areas it was survival of the fittest.

While Futoko wasn't perhaps the fittest of all, she did well enough to survive, stealing, cheating, using her feminine charms or managing to get her daily necessities on some other way. At her early decades she was often associated in a way or another to some of the gangs or other less respectable groups of the area. This wasn't much of a choice to her, as she desired to live, and was driven to these people to survive.

Weeks passed like this, turning into months, and to years, and Futoko kept on moving on, always sticking with people that would be most profitable to her, having long ago stopped feeling shame over such actions. Life was hard and she did her best to push trough it, and the shinigami, well they weren't nothing special to mention. They couldn't care less, apart from now and then coming and beating someone up.

She kept on living like this, moving from one district to another, sorta like climbing up on the ladder for better life. Each new home had her with less hostile enviroment, making her life easier and less shady, but as someone living alone, she was always forced to get her living in more or less dishonorable way. Though this was about to get changed in a way that she had not expected.

One day when she was shop lifting food she had the unluckiest, or maybe luckiest situation before her. A shinigami just had to be present on the area, something that happened only few times in an year on these areas. The shinigami chose to chase her down, but upon catching her, instead of turning her in for the crime he made her return the stolen goods, and afterwards invited her to the Soul Societys academys enterance exams, claiming that she could be shinigami.

Futoko was quite determined to turn the offer down, thinking of the shinigami as nothing more than fools sitting on their high horses. Still, she got curious, and in the end she found herself drifting towards the seireitei. So she entered the exams, though she still told herself that she was doing it only to show them what they would miss when she'd say she wouldn't stay. In the end she found herself in a class room, on her first lesson on the path of shinigami.

The academy went smoothly for her, apart from her rebellious, even arrogant disposition she did well on all aspects of the studies. While discipline and and focus needed for the kido were in her case only somewhat under control, her abilities with hand to hand and acrobatics were amongst top of her class, and she was amongst the advanced class when they got separated. From there on she kept on practicing her abilities, both while on lessons and outside, not really having anywhere to go home either, or anything else to do.

After regular six years spent on the academy she graduated, her first assignment having been within omnitsukido, where she worked amongst the executive militia. For many more decades she was just a person amongst the masked forces that were summoned to quell anyone deemed dangerous, to secure execution ground or other such tasks. While on these tasks she kept on honing her skills, never ceasing from looking ways to improve, keeping eye on her superiors and learning from anywhere she could. She had a newfound drive, a burn to get better within herself.

As time passed on she improved in skill, managing to archieve shikai and slowly mastering its usage with hard work and determined mind. She knew that there was nothing she couldn't do if she really tried her best, well that was how she saw it. Whether such attitude was good or bad, it kept her going, striving that tad bit more than her comrades, surpassing them one after another. Finally there was a time that she decided it was time to remove her mask, to come out of the shadow omnitsukido and push forward.

RP Sample:

Futoko stepped back and forth infront of a group of men, all dressed in black, their faces covered and all of them standing straight, looking almost like emotioneless statues. This was how omnitsukidos 1st division was trained, to obey without question. She had been like them, one amongst the ranks of unidentifiable individuals. That wasn't case now. She had changed her clothes, wearing black kimono, white tobi, usual for shinigami both. Then there was that skirt, that outrageous miniskirt.

She took few more steps around infront of the men, finally sighing. It was time for good byes. "Alright men..." she started, taking a break. She had no idea what was she to say, it was like talking to the wall. "Well... This is it, im leaving omnitsukido. No, don't be sad, I know this is harder for you than it is to me, after all, it's you who have to let go of me..." She said, nodding almost sagely.

At this point what was before wall of men started to move slowly, whispers heard being exchanged within the ranks. Futoko freezes, staring at the shinigamis infront of her. "What is it? If you got something on your heart, please say it!" She said it with full hearted voice. "I can take it!" she declared.

Few seconds passed, then first voice was heard. "You are actually annoying bitch..." Futoko just crossed her arms, nodding. "good good, let it out..." she said, remaining calm. Another man spoke out then. "I never liked you, your annoying and always so loud..." At this point her eyebrow started to twitch, her teeth clenching slightly. "Y-yes, yes let it all out..." she snickered trough those teeth. Then the next shinigami spoke out: "I'm actually happy that you'll be gone."

With that Futoko snapped, her eyes flaring open and looking agitated, even furious. "You annoying whimpering kids! All this time I worked with you, and this is what I get! Fine, I won't miss single one of you miscreants!" she declared. The response came in unison. "Whatever..." At this point she went over the edge, grasping the closest man and judo throwing him over her shoulder, smashing him on the tatami. Her eyes, looking like those of the demons now, turned to the rest of the men, growling "Come on you maggots, lets settle this once and for all." The other shinigamis didn't need anything more.

The results were rather brutal, one wrecked room and lots and lots of pain and suffering, for both Futoko and the members of her former squad within omnitsukidos 1st division. Futoko
woke up the next day at the hospital bed, sharing a whole big room with rest of her former squad mates. While they were all unable to move, the switched looks proved that the hatred was mutual.

[Rebel Raven]

I think you should nix the Shikai powers because they're more like a fighting style. Simply state her zanpakuto is melee/physical based.

[momoe]

Ok, edited and dropped the unwanted stuff i think.

[Rebel Raven]

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