Kamair Arcanaz [Update]

[kenpachi]

Name: Kamair Arcanaz
Age: Appears to be 23
Gender: Male
Personality:

A quiet man of few words but deep thoughts, Kamair Arcanaz is one of the few men to would rather go as an unseen face than one who struggles for glory. Seats of power are meant for other people, in his opinion, and it is not every person's job to play the chief.

However, that does not mean he is simply a pawn to be pushed about at the will of the corrupt. He has a strict sense of principles and will fight to the teeth to defend them. Thankfully, there is no need now with Unohana as Soul Society's leader.

Under the leadership of Soi Fon, and Yoruichi before her, the lowly member of the second Squad has learnt a great deal about determination and discipline. Both of them led lives that could inspire armies, Yoruichi in her guidance before the Vizards, and Soi Fon in her perserverance after Yoruichi's dissaperance.

With each passing day, the Shinigami struggles to improve himself, hoping to serve his captain and squad in the best way possible.

However, as time has changed situations. Kamair has been taught to come out of the shell that he has learnt to us, as goaded to by his captain, Soifon.

It's a slow process, but in order to adhere to his captain's wishes, he is willing to do just that.

Appearance:

Black hair at shoulder length and dissarray. The Shinigami stands at about 5'11" and is clad in dark red garments. Some people believe that he goes against the formal Shinigami wear as a statement, but the man simply wears it because it allows the full flexibility that he desires.

Dark brown irises, with an intense and focused gaze. His eyes reflect the seriousness to his duty, fully focused an not easily distracted. Beneath the face mask, Kamair has no facial hair whatsoever, as it would prove to be a problem with a face mask on at all times. There is a short scar on the right side of his jaw, earned from a training excercise with ones who wished to rise above their current status.

Kamair has a rather toned body, not overly muscled in any sense. A proportioned body with no sense of him being lanky despite his height.

Zanpakuto Spirit:

An old man that, if one were to compare, would most likely look like Confucius. However, his old and weary looks says nothing about his fighting skills. Kamair's Zanpakuto, Nason, is a clear controller of his reiastu, using it to empower his attack, strength and speed.

Nason's inner world consists of a pond, with stepping stones about the place, scattered in order for one to practice agility and sense of balance. In the center of the rather large lake, sits a pagoda, in which random shrines that Kamair does understand reside in.

Sealed Zanpakuto:

A simple red sheathed and hited wakizashi, the weapon holds slight embroidements such as dragon carvings and an engravement upon the blade.

On it, reads: "Never Regret."

Shikai Description:

"Consume, Zen Mao."

Zen Mao is a simple but pratical Shikai. Nason tranfers it's body into that of a steel, right-handed armguard that wraps over the knuckles. Out of the knuckles of the guard, four blades extend with somewhat of a close-combat reach.

Shikai Abilities:

A Thousand Apologies.

Between each blade, and small opening opens up in Zen Mao, firing tiny projectiles darts with a posion of choosing.

The firing succesion of these darts are at rapid succession, at about fifty per minute. This is of no opponent to a Quincy but is still a pain if hit with and harder to see.

*Poisons - carried with the shingami in small containers before the tranformation of Shikai, Kamair must apply this to his Zen Mao before taking affect. Using this too soon may cause for the poison to dry up, therefore it is an assassin's duty to finish a fight quickly.

Bankai Description:

Kamair's gauntlet stretches to both arms, its steel running across the back of both arms and behind the shoulders before connecting two gauntlets.

The gauntlets seem to look the same as his single Shikai, claws extending from each knuckle. The steel is a dark red color, reflecting what seems to cover most of his uniform.

Bankai Abilities:

Being incredibly new at Bankai, Kamair has yet to figure out any of it's abilities. For now, it seems like he only retains his shikai abilities, able to fire his darts from both gauntlets.

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

"Live to serve, protect, and honor our masters."

Brought up in servant-hood. That was his uprising. As a servant to the noble houses, the man was hardly looked at twice growing up. At the beginning, it would bother him, but like any wild horse, he was broken. A servant knows not freedom, knows not acceptance, and knows not identity.

He is his master's.

A servant is never named; except by his parents, to be honest, there is no real point in disclosing this man's name, because if you were to call it, even he would not be used to it.

Kamair Arcanaz, if you must know. It's not the prettiest of lives, and it's not the most uplifting. But at least it was better than being a slave of a poor man. We were taught to fight, serve, protect, and escort. And we did that with valor. Of course, in the end, we get no glory, but glory is just myth to people like us.

I was born under the leadership of the Yoruichi. She never noticed me, but that was all good and well. A servant needed to learn that he would never be noticed. As a servant of the second squad, I did my best to improve myself. But no matter how I tried, I knew I would never overcome the skills of the master, or that of her pet, Soi Fon.

Eventually, I earned my Shikai, earilier than most people. It put me in some light, but by that time, I had gotten so used to the shadows that I no longer wished for any such glory. In my eyes, her majesty and her pet deserved all the glory of the second squad, a half-whit like myself didn't deserve a moment of attention.

I liked it where I was.

Eventually Yoruichi left, and a real power struggle began, I guess it was because people thought her pet wasn't old or skilled enough yet. Well, she proved them wrong.

So here we are, today. My life's not a really interesting story, I know, so why'd you ask?

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Opposing Kamair's own wishes. Due to his apparent skill, Soifon finally noticed him and decided to place him in the forth seat, making him incredibly uncomfortable.

However, since it was his duty, Kamair continued to serve without question, leading a section of the Onmitsukido who's objectives are yet to be revealed. Kamair himself rarely speaks about it; however, it would seem to be that he retains obvious skill as a leader, despite his personality.

Inspired by his captain's trust in him, Kamair sought to learn his bankai as quickly as possibly, pushing himself forward to become the man that Soifon saw potential for him to be. After much hard work, the man finally achieved his bankai, a shock to him and his entire division.

RP Sample:

That fly's back... He huffed mentally. Why did that fly come back?

He never did anything to the damn fly, so why was it still buzzing about him? Here he was, standing guard at the squad's gates, and this fly decided that it would come around and bug him for half the day.

Normally, it wouldn't have bugged him in the least bit... but it had been four hours... four friggen hours...

Closing his eyes for a moment, he sighed mentally. He wasn't meant to move, it wasn't against the rules of his current position to move unless an attack occurred. It was pretty ridiculous.

His eyes shifted a bit, which was not entirely against the rules. Well, his seargant wasn't exactly paying attention at the moment. Maybe if he killed it really quick, he wouldn't get in trouble. The bug didn't look like it would be going away anytime soon.

Praying to every entity in the universe that he wouldn't be caught, he set his mind to it. Within an instant, the lowly Shinigami shot his hand out and grabbed the insect, crushing it in his fist. Immediately he went back into his previous position.

"Eh?" His seargant asked, turning about. "Did you hear something?"

"... No sir." He let out a breath of relief.

"Alright then, just be on your guard."

The man simply nodded, Thank you heavens.

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