Post by wysho on Jul 14, 2009 15:12:04 GMT -5
Name: Shiro Mizuru
Age: 179
Gender: Male
Personality:
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Advanced
Skill Level: Shunpou: Intermediate
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Intermediate
History/Background:
Age: 179
Gender: Male
Personality:
Shiro can be a quiet person. He is most of the time, unless he thinks what he has to say should be heard. He isn’t very trusting, but when he does trust someone, he trusts them completely. He stands up for those that are too weak to protect themselves, unless they are his enemy. Shiro takes pity on a lot of people. He prefers not to kill, unless he’s fighting hollows. He doesn’t like to be missing out on information, especially if it involves him. He does have a sense of humor, but it doesn’t show much through his quiet demeanor. He believes in his team mates, and puts a lot of faith into them. He would willingly give his own to life to protect a team mate or a friend. He can be called over protective of his friends. He usually keeps a cool head in times of crisis. He isn’t known as a tactician, but he has been known to come up with some good plans before.Appearance:
Shiro has black hair with red streaks that go through it. His hair hangs down to his mid-back and thin bangs hang over his eyes. He has green-blue eyes that have hazel specks in the iris. His eyes are slightly slanted, traditional to Japanese ancestry. He stands fairly erect when not leaning against a wall or sitting down.Zanpakuto Spirit:
Shiro has a medium build. He doesn’t have a lot of muscle mass, but he isn’t fat or a tooth-pick either. Shiro weighs approximately 117lbs (53.07kg). He is around 6ft 2in (187.96cm) tall. His arms are usually in his pockets if not folded across his chest. He usually looks pretty relaxed, even when standing erect or when listening to others.
She has a slender body with light skin, draped by a red silk dress with purple flame patterns decorating it. Hanging limply over her dress is long purple hair that hangs to her knees. She has fire-red eyes. She has a somewhat relaxed personality, reflecting Shiro’s a lot. Her inner world is hell itself. Or Shiro’s idea of hell anyway. Flames are burning everywhere, except for his immediate area, where cool, purple flames burn.Sealed Zanpakuto:
When in its sealed form, it appears as a normal katana in its sheath. A black handle attached to a blade in a black, wooden sheath.Shikai Description:
Blade turns red and hilt turns black, with red diamonds formed by the grip-cloth and has a red tassel on the hilt. It is called Jigoku. It gives Shiro the ability to use flame powers.Shikai Abilities:
Can fire super-heated flames from the blade that can be used as either a ball of flame or a jet of it.Bankai Description:
Summons a skeleton wreathed in red and purple flames that seems to create a cloak around it. Two wings made of flame form on its back, as does a tail. It is called Jigoku Onjou in this form. It has builds on the flame abilites of the shikai form. ---Note---Bankai Abilities:
If you do not think I have earned the right for a bankai, I am more than willing to remove it from the character.
Can cause the air to become super-heated, causing fire to form in mid-air, but takes a large amount of concentration and it can only be focused in a certain space. At the moment the amount of space that can be occupied by the temperature increase is a 20ft by 20ft cube. The skeleton can create the shield/healing fire out of the super-heated air. The skeleton can shoot fire from its mouth and hands.Skill Level: Kidou: Beginner
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Advanced
Skill Level: Shunpou: Intermediate
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Intermediate
History/Background:
Shiro Mizuru doesn’t remember much of his history because of a bad accident when he was young causing slight amnesia. He remembers waking up with a head ache in a forest, alone. He was walking for a long time, trying to find his way home when he saw a woman ahead of him. He was amazed by her beauty. She had a slender body with light skin, draped by a red silk dress with purple flame patterns decorating it. Hanging limply over her dress was long purple hair that hung to her knees. She turned to face him, seeming to mouth the word “come”. So he did. He followed her to a clearing, where a sword was sticking up from the ground. When he reached the clearing, the woman walked to the weapon, placing a hand on the hilt. As soon as she did, she vanished. Shiro picked up the sword, feeling its weight. He immediately felt a strong connection to the blade. This happened when he had spent 15 years in the rukongai. He spent the next 20 years fighting for his food and shelter. But something had changed. Now he had a weapon. And it was no ordinary weapon. This particular sword seamed to speak to him. He couldn’t understand it, but he could definitely hear it. When he was 35, he was sitting in the clearing he found the weapon. He was trying to understand the words it spoke. He sat for hours, listening, to no avail. Frustrated, he laid the weapon down and went to sleep. In his dream, he saw the woman from 20 years ago. Again she mouthed the word “come”. And again he followed. This time though, there was no clearing at the end. Instead it was seemingly a gate to hell itself. Still though, he followed her in, trusting her. As he neared the flames, they got cool, changing color. They became a beautiful violet, like the woman’s hair and dress design. The flames seemed to lick at his wounds, healing them as they did. He spotted the woman farther in and rushed after her. When he reached her, he asked her name. She turned to him, red eyes blazing. She smiled as she said “Finally you hear me. I am the sword sent by the gods to fight by your side. My name is Jigoku Onjou.” Immediately after that, he woke up. His wounds were healed like in the dream. He looked at the sword, slightly frightened. When he lifted it, the sheath slid off. He said the name the woman gave him, as if questioning the weapon. As he did, the weapon began to transform, the blade becoming crimson and the hilt becoming black with red diamond shaped spaces formed by the grip-cloth. A red tassel hung from the end of the hilt. Realizing that this was a zanpaktou, no, HIS zanpaktou, he smiled proudly. Sheathing the weapon, he went on with his afterlife, acting like nothing had changed.RP Sample:
Having made no friends among the rukongai inhabitants, Shiro had to make the decision to enter the shinigami academy on his own. When he finally did gather the courage to enroll, he was 79. Barely passing his Kidou tests, it didn’t look like he would be graduating. But accessing his Shikai with no problems was enough to allow him to pass. Seeing as how he had such little potential in Kidou, he was placed into a low rank in the 11th Division. He didn’t have the same love of battle as the others in his squad, but his power level seemed best suited for them.
(If my bankai is accepted) After Souske Aizen betrayed the Soul Society, the captains were looking through the ranks of squads for more captains, at least for a temporary basis. Taking this chance to prove his power, Shiro approached the captains. When he had passed all their tests but one, he was getting a little excited. They asked if he could achieve bankai, and a smile spread across his face. He had reached bankai 4 years ago, but he never told anyone because he didn’t want to cause trouble. Now that a captain was needed, even if temporary, this was his chance. He smiled at the captains as he yelled the words, “Let your love burn, Jigoku Onjou!!!” As he said these words, a skeleton the same height as him formed behind him, wreathed in red and purple flame that seemed to form a cloak. Flame wings and a flame tail burst from his back and hips. He dismissed the creature by sheathing his zanpaktou. The captains, satisfied, gave him the rank of Captain of 12th Division.
Having been surrounded by the hollows, he started to feel closed in. Not liking the odds, and being a fan of open space, he decided to quit playing around with them and finish this as soon as possible. Shiro points his zanpaktou, Jigoku Onjou, at the hollow directly in front of him, speaking the words “The flames of hell consume all.” As he speaks the words, Jigoku Onjou’s blade becomes a brilliant crimson. The hilt turns black with red diamond-shaped spaces formed by the black grip-cloth. A red tassel hangs from the hilt.
“I think this has gone on long enough, you disgraces…” He said to them in a bored but slightly uneasy tone. He then began to slowly spin around as a jet of flame burst from the tip of the blade that would consume the hollows burning them to nothing but ash.
He looked around, admiring his handiwork. Thinking that killing ordinary hollows was getting too easy as he sheathed Jigoku Onjou, returning it to its sealed form of a normal katana, he stared up at the sky. Wondering if the arrancar he would soon be sent to fight were any stronger, he turned his gaze forward, heading back to Soul Society, leaving the circle of ash behind. As he walked, a breeze blew, carrying away the ashes, leaving no sign of the battle that had just taken place.
