Re-applying (this time im back for good ;)) Sept 30, 2009 12:30:04 GMT -5
Post by xmitsurugix on Sept 30, 2009 12:30:04 GMT -5
Name: Nashita Mitsurugi
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Advanced
Skill Level: Shunpou: Beginner
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Advanced
Upon first meeting Mitsurugi, one would describe him as a very cold and sarcastic person with a twisted sense of humor however this is just typical mitsurugi keeping his guard up in order to weed out people and see who will ditch him at the first sight of trouble, and who will stick with him through thick and thin. This treatment usually consists of teasing and a decent dose of pranks and practical jokes.Appearance:
Once, or rather if, you get though the initial stage of Mitsu being a complete and utter douch-bag you will find immersed in the crazy and multi-dimensional character that is Nashita Mitsurugi. A happy medium would be to see mitsu as a very care-free and relaxed individual. Cool calm and collected to say the least. This is how you would usually find him, good 'ol lazy ass Mitsu. However on one side of the spectrum he can be described as crazy, outgoing, and a dare-devil. In his state you'll find that he is very determined to do things most people would deem impossible, constantly pushing the proverbial envelope, especially when it comes to tumbling. Speaking of which that is Mitsurugi's passion, other than that he enjoys: Flirting, watching the sun rise, reading plays (especially Romeo and Juliet) Listening to and playing music, ect.
On the opposite side, one would find him to be a bit shy. Especially when stuck in large groups of people who he has never met with no familiar faces in sight. and Despite his confident exterior, he is very self-concious on the inside and is extremly afraid of failure. Which conflicts with his sometimes dare-devil thinking. He also dislikes being alone, fearing that one day he will lose all of his friends like he lost Sazuki and be forever alone. Other things he hates are: Bad jokes, people with no sense of humor, people who think they are better than the world, burnt food, paperwork, things along that line
Mitsurugi has the appearance of your average nineteen or twenty year old young man. He has fairly lengthy dark chocolate brown hair that is always in a mess atop his head, and rarely if ever combed. However it is easily tamed, and a simple run of the hand through the dark forest of hair will easily style it. His eyes are a bright green that have the color of darkly tinted emeralds. The kind of green that is so sharp if you were to stare into them you could almost feel them piercing into your soul. He also bears a small scar just below and off to the right of his right eyebrow, slightly above his eyelid from a sparring session gone wrong.Zanpakuto Spirit:
He has lightly tanned skinned, that of a caramel creme color with well defined muscles, although they're nothing to marvel at, they get the job done when it comes to physical strength. He has broad shoulders, slightly boarder that average and are connected to his trunk by well built neck and trapezius muscles, leading down to in shape biceps which arent huge but of average size to say the least, which then merges with his more muscular yet slightly veiney forearms. His torso looks like that of a statue of greek god and the most heavily built portion of his body, this includes a strong and defined set of pecs, bearing a large in length scar that runs from his left shoulder down to the top and just barely carving into his upper abdominal muscles which are in a six-pack configuration. Opposite of this is a strong back which has shown signs of being able to do some heavy lifting.
His legs have a fair bit of muscle and seem to be just about evenly propotioned. he has strong thighs and calfs, that seem to fit onto the rest of his body just right. His right leg is marked by various tattoos all down and around it, including claw marks, an anklet of daggers, along with various words and phrases as well as different tribal designs, which he says tells a story of his experiances since he became a shinigami. However they are usually hidden by clothing, wether it be jeans or his shinigami uniform with the only visable hint of the tattooing being the anklet of daggers that is sometimes visable just above his sock.
Sho-ro Tsubasa takes the form of an angelic girl. In the most literal case of the word. She has bright beach blonde hair that is long and layered, but looks like she was stuck in a wind tunnel all the way through, giving it a messy appearance. Her eyes are a bright blue, and are additionally accented by the reddish color rings around her eyes suggesting that she has been crying. She has a thin neck, and a generally frail looking body. However this is merely a guise, as she goes by the motto true strength lies within, and is capable of hurling large objects with relative ease. Her shoulders are marked with some kind of tribal like tattoos, using various shapes and designs to create an image and each is symetrical to the one on the opposite. Skinny arms lead down to wrists adorned with golden bracelets fit loosely to where they jingle when her arms swing. She wears a white toga like garment over a white robe with golden stitching. that covers the majority of her body and is highly impervious to wear and tear given the conditions of the world she resides in. She even neglects foot coverings due to her body being accustomed to the weather.Sealed Zanpakuto:
Sho-ro Tsubasa's personality wise is a gloomy if not downright somber most of the time. Rarely will the depressing to be around angel smile, and one of the only times she'll even come close to cracking a smile is if Mitsurugi finally moves forward in his training. and even then its more of a smirk then anything else. She believes in many virtuous teachings and instills them into mitsurugi through long and hard days of training and is not likely to give the young Shinigami a break. And even though she is sarcastic and cruel to mitsu on the outside deep down Sho-ro tsubasa really wants the best for him... even if she comes extremely close to killing him in the process.
Sho-ro Tsubasa is just like any other katana in soul society. Average in length shape and color as your ordinary stainless steel blade. However, such as all Zanpakuto used by the shimigami, the difference lies in the hilt and tsuba.Shikai Description:
The sword itself is a left handed blade. The tsuba is in the shape of a pair of wings, that are arranged in a ying-yang fasion. The hilt is almost normal except the very miniscule indents for his fingers to slide into giving him the perfect grip and that it is wrapped in a criss-cross of gold and royal blue ribbon.
"Rain down, Sho-ro Tsubasa."Shikai Abilities:
In its released shikai state, Sho-ro Tsubasa takes the form of a clawed katar, with three blades about 2 feet in length, with a 2 inch cresent shape gap about 5 inches from the base of the blades. The tips of the blades curve downward adding to its already threatening appearance, The blades themselves are black with the sharpened edges a gleaming silver color.
The handle or grip for these weapons shares similar properties to the katana's sealed state, being that it is groved for enhanced gripping qualities as well as to provide more comfortable manuvering of the blade.
The last of the physical changes lies in the forearm covering that connects the blades and hilt to merge these into beautiful yet deadly masterpieces. It consists of a midnight blue almost black colored alloy enscribed with ancient ruin like markings which are made of gold. A frightening entity to any opponent that comes his way.
He only has one known ability right now for Sho-ro Tsubasa.Bankai Description:
Mitsurugi can charge the blades of his katar with electricity, adding shock damage upon slashing or thrusting it at an opponent. If he pushes out enough reiatsu he can cause the weapon to emit a small wave of electrical energy.
"Bankai! Drown them in suffering, Tenshi no Kanashimi!"Bankai Abilities:
(Angel of Sorrow)
The appearance of Mitsurugi changes greatly upon the release of his bankai, then incredible amount of reiatsu manefested erupts from his upper body, specifically from his back. The resulting effect shreds the upper portion of his shinigami uniform leaving the burnt remains to hang from his sash. The Reiatsu then takes the form of two sets of crackling yellow-gold wings. One set being the large dominant angelic wings that expand about 6 feet on either end fixed to the upper portion of his back near the shoulder blades, and are surrounded by static bolts of electricity. the smaller wings are positioned just below the large ones with much of the same characteristics, however the wingspan for each of these is a mere one and a half to two feet in length. These wings are mitsurugi's power source and any damage to them interferes with its abilities, making them weaker and weaker until they are broken. Once that has happened the only technique he can use is Cataclysm, which then poses the threat of being fatal upon use. However physically touching them will result it a massive shock, due to the energy being exerted by his bankai.
The appearance of the blades themselves also change relatively dramatically. The blades nearly triple in size leaving them to be at about six feet in length which in actuality is closer to five and a half. The guard dissapaites and reforms as a relatively large crossbar that attatches itself to His upper forearm and the other end to the grip or hilt. the back end of the blades are enlarged and arc up to his shoulders causing the giant blades to resemble a cross between a cresent and a tear. The blades do not gain any other kind of change unles they are charged with reiatsu to perform an attack.
Its a very Large and cumbersome Bankai and will take lots of practice to use it correctly in combat once he obtains it.
(HAS NOT ACHIEVED BANKAI)
Tenshi no Kanashimi, when released, creates a thunderstorm in the nearby area of wherever Mitsurugi is, about a quarter mile in radius, If there is already a naturally occuring thunderstorm it increases in intensity. It's abilities manipulate the storm around him, these abilities are known as "Sorrows."Skill Level: Kidou: Intermediate
First Sorrow, Rip!:
This ability causes a single lightning bolt to strike down on a targets immediate position. Said target can easily dodge this attack by getting away in time. or stronger opponents can block it with their weapon. This attack however will NOT be able to target anything being held in place by a bakudo spell that Mitsurugi has casted.
Second Sorrow, Strike!:
This requires a large amount of reiatsu and leaves Mitsu quite drained after only a few uses, however it does do major damage to the enemy if it hits, The Strike ability allows Mitsurugi to fire an amplified lightning based kido spell at his opponent. The energized kido is roughly 25% stronger than it usually would be, however for stronger kido, any over level 30, to be used he must first recite the incantation. however one time is enough, and if he chooses to fire the same spell twice he no longer needs to say it again.
The final ability of his Bankai is the Cataclysm technique:
Final Sorrow, Cataclysm!:
The other, final, and highly destructive technique, is a combination of both Sorrow commands. First a circle encompasses the enemy in a ten foot radius, inside the circle is the kanji for lightning. The enemy, be it a single individual or a group are stuck within the circle, and have hell unleashed upon them as lightning hammers down on them continuously the bolts getting larger and larger until the entire circle has been filled with electricity, leaving a mass of torn earth and enemies strewn about. However Mitsurugi gets only one shot with this as it drains all but the necissary amount of reiatsu for him to stay alive. Instantly reverting the zanpakuto to its sealed form and leaving him practically defenseless. if the enemy survives this brutality, He will hold the upper hand.
(this move can only be used once. And is the only ability Mitsurugi can use if his wings have been broken.)
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Advanced
Skill Level: Shunpou: Beginner
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Advanced
Mitsurugi was born some two hundred plus years ago to one of the closer districts to Seireitei, to be precise he was born in the northern area of the 3rd discrict. His parents are a fairly well known couple, His father, the owner owner of a local yet very popular shop in town, and his mother a retired Shinigami from the fourth division before retiring after getting married, and becoming pregnant with Mitsurugi shortly thereafter.RP Sample:
During the early years of Mitsurugi's life he was quite the little fireball, and always seemed to find a way to cause some sort of mischief even when you thought there was no possible way. Also from an early age he had an odd sort of passion for being in high places, consequently due to his balance, or rather a lack there of, he learned to enjoy falling from said high places. However not initially, but after the first few bumps and bruises he began to learn to balance himself on narrow surfaces, and to land safely on the ground without injuring himself. Although Mitsurugi had what some would describe as "too much fun" that did not mean he wasn't a hard worker. As a matter of fact his mother would teach him almost in a home school like manner, first with basic knowledge, right from wrong, morals excetera. Then later in life with more academic like education, math, science, grammer and so on. However he still hadn't had the slightest idea what he was going to do with his life.
One day while walking around town, he noticed a fairly large crown had gathered. people talking about a "Captain" of some kind. Mitsurugi was baffled as to what kind of captain it was, as his mother never went into detail about what she did before she got married. He thought perhaps a famous captain of a sports team or something and dismissed it as nothing more. He carried on, towards the crowd with almost no intrest on his face at all. The area he was in was under construction, the buildings were being renovated to keep up with various safety standards and what not. Forever the little dare devil Mitsurugi leapt onto one of the beams that travelled across the top of the skeleton like frame of a building, in an attempt to quickly pass the gathered crowd, but curiosity had gotten to him. He looked down to see what the fuss was all about, in the middle of the crowd stood a man in a white robe like garment with a pink flowered kimono over it, and wearing a straw hat on his head. He was an awkward looking man Mitsurugi thought, and then once again carried on. However the frame of the building was not entirely sturdy the beam he had been walking on collapsed sending him to the ground, as he landed he looked up to see the entire building had began to collapse around him. he ducked and covered his head, as if that would protect him from the large pieces of debris now falling towards the young man. Before he could register what happened he found himself outside of the collapsed remains the man in the pink kimono standing next to him "Whoo, that was a close one eh'?" The man said looking down at an amazed Mitsurugi.
"Y... Y... Yeah." Mitsurugi agreed stuttering.
"8th Division Captain of the Gotei 13, Kyoraku Shunsui. And who might you be?" He asked after introducing himself to the boy.
"Nashita Mitsurugi, sir." Mitsurugi said even more amazed than he was before.
"Ahh well then its a pleasure to meet you, Mitsu-kun, see you later!" The captain said to the boy still in a state of shock and awe. Thats when he decided, he was going to be a Shinigami.
Soon after that, he was admitted and enrolled at the shinigami academy. For Mitsurugi it was a truely awesome sight to behold, never before had he seen such an amazing establishment. However he had to put this in the back of his mind, his classes would be intense and he knew what he was in for. His first year in, he was battered by brutally hard work, much more difficult than he ever had to deal with at home. Never one to enjoy neither studying nor paperwork, he was a mediocre student at best when it came to practical tests. Physical, hands on, tests and classes were more his thing, as he showed that he was more of a visual learner who could analyze what he saw better than what he read. Then store the information in his mind with more or less of a photographic memory.
His second year started off rather well, he seemed to be adapting to the strenuous academy lifestyle that he was surrounded by on an everyday basis. Now, for the first time, he was trying to get to know new people and make friends in this new world. Also he managed to get himself a girlfriend. Her name was Sazuki. She was in his year at the academy, and also had been in every class he was in, though somehow they never caught each others eyes before this point in time. They met in a kido class, and since then they were pretty much inseperable, even going as far as to pick the same classes intentionally to be able to spend more time together. Now in most cases such behavior would cause a decrease in academics, however it had just the opposite effect. The two worked well together, Sazuki though was the opposite of mitsurugi in one aspect though, studying. But the difference was beneficial because Mitsurugi would find himself studying with her from time to time. However old ways die hard and Mitsurugi had yet to pass up the opportunity to have a little fun, leaving the academy at night, sneaking off to the real world, playing jokes on other students. All for the sake of a good time.
But on one fateful night, the fun came to a tragic end. He and Sazuki had snuck off to the real world together through an open gate that they had saw other Shinigami passing through. However they never knew why they were going, or why it took so many of them. As it turns out a Adjudas class arrancar. had infiltrated the real world and had already claimed the souls of the Shinigami who were one guard duty as well as a number of human souls, but the two young academy students were unaware and proceded into the world without a care. It was a stormy night, thunder was heard in the distance from where they had emerged and a light trickle of rain had began to fall from the clouds. Walking casually, holding hands through a local park by a lake they talked about how their days were going and such. They were obviously in love, it was written all over their faces, though they had never actually admitted it to one another. There was a brief pause in the space between one topic and another he decided to tell her. The words left his mouth, loud and clear, but something wasnt right. He looked at her, and she slowly turned her head towards him. A look that can be described as a mix of fear and pain, mitsu looked down to see something horrible, she had been impaled through the stomach by a Fang like hooks. Before he could even register his emotions she was slung away, revealing the hollow that had committed the act. Another hook came down at Mitsurugi, this one downwards as if to try and cleave him in half.
But fate had something else planned for this young man. He blocked the hook with his unreleased sword, his reiatsu at a level he had never before experianced, and it only continued to grow. He pushed the Arrancar back, and screamed at the top of his lungs. He felt something come over him, something completely indescribable, and then his blades began to change their form, larger and larger they grew and then each one split into three. Then bright wings with a golden yellow tint emerged from his back. but this was no mere shikai release, he had somehow bypassed all the laws of a zanpakuto, and released his bankai, without even knowing his swords name yet. With almost a crazed look in his eyes, Mitsurugi slashed and slashed at his enemy until the hollow, fearing defeat, retreated back to hueco mundo. After the hollow had been vanquished he dicarded the large claw like weapons digging them into the ground and dragging his exhausted body, walked to the fallen Sazuki. He cradled her in his arms and knelt down, she whispered that she had loved Mitsurugi from the very start just before the he watched the life fade from her eyes. He kissed her forhead and closed her eyes, as gargantua portals opened up around him. It appeared that that particular hollow was of some importance, and they wanted revenge. Mitsurugi, couldn't care less. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he held Sazuki, waiting for his life to end. Once again, fate intervenes. About a dozen shinigami appeared and destroyed the hollows as the emerged, others fled back through the portals from which they came. Mitsurugi looked up to see a black uniform standing above him. And then he blacked out.
Days later mitsurugi awoke in an intensive care unit, his body bruised, bones broken. But a 4th division nurse had noticed him wake up, and immediately ran calling out, "He's awake! He's awake!" Moments later, as if he wasn't in enough pain already, he felt such intense spiritual pressure that it was almost smothering. And then a figure entered the room, An adult woman with a long braided ponytail in front of her, She went through the events as described to him by the Shinigami who found him. The woman identified herself as the Captain Commander Unohana Retsu. and then lastly informed young Mitsurugi that he was to show how he achieved Bankai once he fully recovered. But try as he might, it would never happen again. The case was later defined as an anomoly refered to as IBP, or Instantanious Bankai Phenomenon. A condition that might happen to one in 5 billion souls, where under extreme emotional duress the subjects reiatsu increases so dramatically, that it makes a connection with its zanpakuto, forcing it out into its bakai state. However as Mitsu found out, the effects on the subjects body are disasterous, the pressure from the reiatsu wreaks havoc on the body breaking bones and damaging organs.
After the events settled down, Mitsurugi returned to the academy a changed man. He studied harder, and longer. Spent little time hanging out with friends and kept himself in line discipline wise. and finished near the top of his class, and since then has been accepted into 11th Division, where he released his stress and anger that had built up inside him that fateful night, under the command of Kenpachi Zaraki. During his time in the combat division, some of the unit took well to Mitsurugi admiring his lack of fear, and recklessness while rushing into the heat of battle. However Mitsu had a problem weilding his weapon and began practicing using his Reiatsu to improve the damage done by swinging his sword, in its released state the reiatsu was lightning that encompassed the blade, this became Mitsurugis first and currently only ability.
Years later Mitsurugi's desire for fighting calmed and the moments of the past faded into dimmed memories. A request for transfer was sent in from Mitsurugi asking that he be transfered from the 11th to the 8th Division for the possible promotion to a seated position. This is where his story picks up.
Mitsurugi rose from his bed and looked out the window closest to him which was to his left. Outside the barracks, the air was so still that the leaves on the trees were standing still. The sun was shining brightly and the sound of people walking around and chatting could be heard, although muffled, from where he sat. Inside, it was cool and dark, his "roomates" were all still sleeping. Typical of eighth division members. However Mitsurugi was unlike them and was generally good about waking up early. He exited the room quietly shutting the door behind him.
As he stepped out, the heat hit him like a brick. It was humid, and muggy, and every other awful condition that would make a person sweat perfusely just standing still. It was his day off and he decided to take a break and meditate for a while. He headed off to a small but densely wooded area as he arrived the weather took a changeof pace, as clouds covered the sky, darkening his surroundings. Trickles of rain fell as he walked under a tree, not the smartest move one would think, but still it was cover, and mitsurugi figured he could take a lightning bolt or 2.
Closing his eyes he went over the events of the week in his head. Not much had happened other than a trip to the real world to take out some hollows. They were low level however, he had made some mistakes during the fight, his mind began to race as he relived the battle, pausing in thought every time he remembered where he massed up a strike, or missed a chance to defend. he would then think up strategies in case the opportunity presented itself again.
Hours passed as Mitsu sat silently, losing track of time. However after a few more moments he opened his eyes realizing that darkness had already set upon soul society. Leaving the area, he quickly raced back to his bunk to get some shut eye.