Post by eramemory on Aug 21, 2009 22:34:42 GMT -5
Name: Yukihana
Age:
(well, looks about 17... you don't ask for a girl's age!!!)
Gender: Female
Personality:
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Advanced
Skill Level: Shunpou: Intermediate
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Beginner
History/Background:
Age:
(well, looks about 17... you don't ask for a girl's age!!!)Gender: Female
Personality:
Like Era, Yukihana is a great many things.Appearance:
She could, of course be described as bobblehead. Much of her time, she spends frolicking around and playing without a care in the world, seemingly content to be left in her own world, looking far too young for her age. Yuki shows the personality of a child, happy and carefree, innocent and naive. Mischeivous, she likes to tease other people, and is always happy to join in a game. Her bubbly personality does not change even when she is in the battlefield, though it is admittedly quite a shocker to see someone as light-hearted and ful of childish joy like her standing amongst slain corpses, for a child's cruelty has no boundaries; unmarred from the perception and weak grasp on right and wrong. She can do very hurtful things without realising what exactly has she done, and takes a sadistic joy in hurting people, in truth.
Though with the mentality of a toddler, Yuki is armed with the knowledge of her years, though she rarely ever put them in practice. Her values are negligible and her battle style move more towards raw total annihilation of the enemy through overwhelming pressure rather than tatics. Her brightness comes more into play when interacting with people, and she can easily wrap others around her finger if she puts her mind to it.
Yuki, of course, has people she likes or dislikes. But this judgement seems a bit extreme for her, immediately deciding upon first impression on how much she likes or dislikes another. What she seems to judge upon has little to do with looks or personality, and rather, the 'air' of another person, which seems incosnistent and unpredictable. She might detest a normally well-liked person, and take a liking to a rude, snobbish and generally hated individual for no reason other than the 'air' in particular. On a side note, she claims to like Era best, which may or may not explain why she is intent on killing him. (see BG)
Yuki can also be cold and aloof when it comes to some times, and show a great deal of emotion or none at all. This, in particular, happens when she feels dejected and is 'emo-ing' in some corner (or perhaps she's just having her period) , to spend some alone time. At this time, it is either a very good opportunity to get her to open up, or if ill luck has it, a very bad time which may result in her opening you up very literally. She does have occasions like this in battles, at which times may befuddle her friends and foes alike due to the drastic switch in her nature.
Anger is thought to be virtually impossible for her. Really, she has times of coldness and warmth, times of scariness and times of timidness, but perpetually no one has seen her mad, or has ever been able to get her into a rage. If you do actually push the right buttons to get her into the mood, give me a call, and I'll be watching happens with a telescope far, far away.
Zanpakuto Spirit:
SuzakuSealed Zanpakuto:
In large contrast to Era, Yuki's zanpakuto spirit comes in the form of a large, beautiful golden eagle. It has wings spanning a swimming pool easily, and has sixteen eyes, eight down each side of its head, which flares in crimson fury when it stares with all sixteen of its eyes. Its feathers seem to be gold like the rest fo its plumage at first glance; but a closer look reveals that they are actually of a variety of shimmering colors of the rainbow, each fading into the other at a rate too quick for the anked eye to capture. It has claws of a pure, most beautiful deep red, as if carved out of bloodstone itself. Its beak too is of the same crimson, but with a very faint black lining around its edges. A sash, perhaps an obi, of a soft hue of red-pink, dances around it , adorned with strange glyphs and long forgotten words of ancient tongue. Sakura petals flow slowly around it, lit glaringly aflame.
((will upload a picture when I draw it))
Rather than a katana, it is more of an kodachi; too short to be a longsword, yet too long to be a dagger. A weapon appropraite for quick combat, and can be easily thrown or slashed with; thus making it perfect for those who excels in both close quarters and ranged combat.Shikai Description:
A single blood-red kodachi that is only maybe a feet longer than a common dagger. The blade is double-edged, which means both left and right ends are sharpened to maximum effect, and is both deft for slashing and throwing. Its grip is designed in a neutral way such that both left and right arms can wield it. Grows burning hot when someone other than the wielder touches it.Shikai Abilities:
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(Raze to the ashes, Suzaku.)
Basically a fire-element Zanpakuto. The blades are red hot, burning the enemy who comes into contact with them to do additional damage, although the causterization of the wounds means that they won't be bleeding to death. The heat from the blades are almost unberable, though, and grows with the concentration of the user. If Yukihana focuses it enough, the blade may rise to temperatures of over six hundred degrees Celsius and melt even mild metal.
Suzaku may generate flame around them, which can be used to lob fireballs or spurts of flame at enemies. However these flames are mild in comparison and usually do only minor burns, and can be dispelled rather easily by those with High power Tier or more.
Tech-
Phoenix Feathers
To make up for the weak flame attack, Yukihana may concentrate her fire into feathers of superheated energy, which has a smaller area but can do considerably more damage. May fire the feathers ina manner like a rain of arrows.
Blazecut
Yukihana may elongate her zanpakutou with a concentrated flame blade, which lasts for a manner of seconds only, though it increases her range and attack. Since the blade still retains its light weight, she may swing the blade rather fast as compared to using a shin-ken of the same length. Length of flame sword is typically around that of a longsword, or perhaps slightly longer at most. (at the most 1.5m , which would be longer than an average sword already)
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Yukihana may lob a ball of fire which upon contact with the ground grows to a great wall of flame, which damages anyone who tries to rush into it or bypass it. Alternatively she may just lob it beneath the person itself and fry them. The wall of flame towers just over 2.5 meters, and is about the width of a meter.
-Unobtained-Bankai Abilities:
-Unobtained-Skill Level: Kidou: Advanced
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Advanced
Skill Level: Shunpou: Intermediate
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Beginner
History/Background:
The two orphaned twins seemed to have come out of nowhere.RP Sample:
Two children , having nowhere to go, and no one to look after them... suddenly appearing in the Rukongai.... that sort of thing was very common in that year. That age.
They were twins. The boy the elder, the girl the younger. Brother's birth marked the end of the first Millenium. Sister's was the start of the second. ...But in the end, all of that didn't matter.
Was it fate? Was it destiny? Both of them were taken into the care of the Spirit King. It happened that moonlit night, where a young robber waylaid the one who was walking his lands. His hands were clasped over an illgotten blade, and though wield it he could not, and though the blade was mcuh too heavy for his small frame, the boy still held it up, demanding food, demanding money... demanding treatment for his ailing sister.
And thus both of them were adopted into the house of the Spirit King.
Both the nameless duo were given names- the brother by the Spirit King. Era Memory; an eternal memory of the times. The sister was named by her brother; Yukihana; the flower that blooms on a cold winter's day.
The sister was ill and had a weak body; she could not move very much from her bed. Her brother would tend to her, caring for her greatly, allowing no one else to so much as lay a finger on her. Such was how protective he was of her.
In the end; inevitably it may be, the sister became better; and the boy became softer. He no longer was an animal, wild and untamed; and had learnt to smile, to play, to rest in the laps of the Spirit King, who cared for him as if he was his very son, and his sister was no longer the core of his life. It wasn't as if he neglected her- he still visited her everyday, talking to the bedridden girl till late in the morn and night to pass time. But he was finally able to see that , sometimes, he had to live for himself.
Things changed, as they invariably would.
One day, Era Memory no longer had a place by the side of the King. He was abandoned.
And thus Yuki came to take his place. She had grown healthier; even while, strangely, her brother had been struck by an inexplicable strange illness outside. Yuki filled the gap that Era had created, and more; she was a genius in all arts and then some. Her swordfighting prowess amazed the most skilled teachers; the speed at which she learnt skills were simply astounding. Her memory seemed to be able to hold a hundred spells, her hands and feet both crafted to a sculptor's image, and she seemed to bear limitless energy. In essence, the very opposite of Era, who was a Jack of all trades, and a master of none.
It didn't take very long to reach her brother's level. It took even lesser time to surpass Era.
And one day, that day, she finally stepped out from the palace, content to take up a place among the Shinigami. The King's influence allowed her to join the force directly, and quickly she would rise up among the ranks. Yuki, however, saw all her achievements as nothing more than mere pretty words. There was only one thing, one last desire , a thought constantly in her mind.
To find and kill her twin brother, Era Memory.
"Nii-chan..."
Her breath was heavy. Her breath was weak.
She wasn't going to make it.
"Nii-chan...I..."
Why...why...
"Nii..."
I took her pale, cold hand in mine. "It's okay. It's okay...Nii-chan is here... I'll get something to make you better. I swear. Nii-chan will take care of you... to the end..."
***
I wouldn't let her die. I would never. The sword in my hand feels so heavy. But no matter; I had to save her. My sister. Why would she die like this? It isn't fair. It really isn't fair, God...
The next one. The next one who passes. I'll take their money. I'll take their food. I'll save my sister with that...
***
A sound..?
I leapt from the bushes, brandishing the blade before me. The sword caught the gleam of moonlight, making it shine as if made from some kind of glowing metal. My breath was hot, and I must look crazed , but I don't care. If I can only...
"Hand over...all your money! All your food!...Now!"
The man before me was well-dressed. Rich. Good. There was some movement behind him, but with a wave of his hand the shadows stopped shuffling. He looked at me with his eyes, and they were like staring into something cold, glassy, as if peering into another world. Unreal.
"...Didn't you hear me...?! I said-"
"...Those are nice eyes."
***
He brought me here in the end. And sister too, of course. I wouldn't go anywhere without her. Where was 'here' exactly, though? Big, large halls...some kind of palace? Is he a king or something?
I didn't know, and didn't care. Right now the physicians are tending to sister, and though they implore me to move, I don't. I feed her myself, help her drink myself, and only allow them to gingerly carry out their treatment when they absolutely have to. I won't let anyone touch. I won't let Yuki get put in danger any longer...
***
I woke up with a start. ...What was that? A dream? ...It's no good. I shouldn't dream about the past, nor should I be having his thoughts.
I looked out of the window, where the morning's first rays were streaming in like heaven looking down onto me. I smiled. The palace was always dark and cold, but times like these, it really seemed like paradise. Quickly, I changed; Ou-sama would be having his breakfast soon.
***
"Ou-sama~~~!" I laughed as I greeted him, throwing myself into his arms. The headsmaiden-san looked like she was going to reprimand me for being so informal again, but a hush from Ou-sama was all it took for her to fall silent again. "Good morning too. You look happy today, child. Had a nice dream?"
"Eh~~ I wouldn't say it was really that nice, mu~~" I pouted, giving him the puppy face. "Well. Let's just say it was... memorable. It's like I found something I lost for very, very long..." I trailed off, then gave a little laugh. Ou-Sama just smiled fatherly at me. "Is that so? It's good, then. The memory is like a treasure vault... sometimes you find something really precious within yourself, and that thing that once changed your life can change your life all over again..."
"...Really? Haha, I can't understand what you're talking about again, Ou-Sama~!!! Please don't talk so deeply~!"
He laughed too, and nodded. "Sorry, an old man tends to ramble. Let's go have breakfast then... Perhaps we can discuss the enrollment into the Gotei 13 while we eat. "
"Yay!" I laughed cheerfuly, and hopped alongside him, a skip in my steps. "I'm really excited, you know. If I go there..." If I go there. Maybe... I could see him again....
And then I'll...
"...Hmm?" I felt Ou-Sama's gaze at me and turned my head up to look at his clear eyes, those eyes that seemed to belong to another world. He merely smiled and patted me head as I gave a confused expression.
"Nothing, Yukihana. Those are nice eyes."
***
There was a smooth wind as the summer's breeze swept around the dark hills of the early morning. The sun was beginning to peek from under its cover already, but the lazyhead still couldn't bring itself to rise from bed just yet. Atop the plantation of rows upon rows of tea, a boy playing an old, indian, wooden flute looked up, pausing in his soft melody to sniff the air.
"Hmm.... Did I smell something like..." The young man cocked his head to the side quizzically, a look of confuddlement passing on his face. Then he took a breath and went back to the flute. "Nah~ can't be."
The soft melody filled the air again. It was a tune of sorrow, of untold stories, and of parting and regret... then it transcended to a lighter tune of growing up, returning and reacquaintance. Finishing, he pocketed the small flute, stretching as the first of the sun's light warmed his body.
"Hnngh~~This is gonna be a nice day." He smiled. Slinging his trademark wooden staff over his shoulder, he set off again, humming as he went about his way.
His name was Era Memory.
