Angel of the Vizard

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Name: Hatsumatshi Matori
Age: 196 (Appears 27)
Gender: Male
Personality:

Matori is a very differential character, and because of his age he has seen much, heard much, done much and escaped death more than a few times. His main mood is smiling and slightly happy, but still laid back. He is the type of person who appears in your window in the middle of the night, talking very seriously to you, ending the conversation with a joke, and then disappearing without a trace, leaving only an open window behind.
He is the type of person who walks around casually in a place where he is not supposed to be, and when someone discovers him, he smiles and runs of.
He can be as serious as he can be happy, he is known to be able to adjust his mood to the situation, he can be encouraging and helpful, he has a child’s heart and an old mans wisdom.
He is very strategic when it comes to combat, and he is very careful about who he release his powers to.
He is a very loyal friend and serves his cause with all his power, but if he thinks his cause unworthy or the leaders of his cause makes decisions he is strongly against, he walks his own paths.

Appearance:

Height: 1.86 m.

Eye colour: Deep blue

Hair colour: Black

Build: Long and lean. His muscles are long, but still strong and flexible.

His face is encrypted with details, as if you can almost se some of the fine muscles in the face. His eyes are friendly and express a sense of humour, yet an old mans seriousness is hidden behind a pool of deep blue.
His black hair goes down to right over the middle of his back.
He actually reminds me of a more skinny and smiling Byakuya when I’m thinking about it. : P

He is still wearing the robes he wore as a shinigami, but they have been torn many places and been repaired with white pieces of cloth. (His skin is somewhat less pale than on the picture.)

Hollow Mask:

Matori’s mask wraps itself around his face, almost reaching his ears. It is white with three black stripes on each cheek. The mask is parted by a sharp stick-out, almost as the edge of a blade parting the mask from the middle. The eyes in the mask are red and they have a lighter red circle around them, carved into the white of the mask.

Hollow Powers:

Basically, the hollow grants Matori exceptional physical abilities. It also enhances his zanpaktou's abilities, slightly. It is mostly his physical atributes that rise, making him faster, stronger, and more enduring. The later years, he has gained a weak Hierro, which is still under development.

Inner Hollow:

Matori has never really seen his inner hollow, as it appears to him as a cloud of black. When he fought it to defeat it, he fought inside the cloud. His trail was to find out how he would defeat it, without fighting it directly. The few things he know about it though, is that it is brutal and cynical. It will kill anything it can at the slightest chance.

Zampakuto's name:

Mitsuma

Zampakuto Spirit:

Mitsuma is a kind spirit, who helps her wielder as much as she possibly can. She is often encouraging, but if Matori needs to do something for himself, she restrains herself.

Despite of her gentle and fragile appearance, she is very powerful.
Matori is very fond of Mitsuma, and Mitsuma very fond of him. They are on very good terms, and if he visits his inner world, he stays there for as long as possibly.

Inner world:

Matori’s inner world is a great plain of sky, clouds spreading in every direction. To the west, the sun is setting down in the clouds, which gives the place an orange glow. To the south, a great mass of black clouds have assembled, but they do not move or grow, they stay where they are.

Un-released Zampakuto's Appearance:

It is as a normal, unreleased Zanpaktou, except that the handle is slightly different, it is white in stead of black.

Shikai Release phrase::

Release word: “Bring us light, Mitsuma.”

Shikai Appearance::

The blade gets longer and double edged, it straightens out and becomes more like a thinner version of a crusader sword, where it has a slight bow on the blade near the guard. The guard itself is white angle wings, and the handle is wrapped in gold. At the end of the handle, a chain of light with normal joints goes up to Matori’s shoulders, over the neck and down his other arm, where it ends in his hand. He can swing the sword from this chain. The chain can extent to any lenght.

Shikai Abilities::

Execution of Chains: Matori swings the chain and catches his opponent with it. The chain wraps around the target, as the blade flies high into the heavens, and then crash down with enormous velocity onto the helpless victim.

Ray of Holy Light: A ray of destructive light shoots from the swords tip. Matori can control the power of this beam, making it either stronger (and herby slower) og waker (herby faster).

Blinding Light of Justice: Matori thrusts his sword down into the ground, and a light blinds everyone in a radius of 100 meters for about 10-15 seconds.

Generally, Matori uses his Shikai's appearence to as much advantage as he can. He often use his chain to capture people, sometimes as part of a trap.

Bankai Description:

Release word: “Bankai. Bind them in eternal justice.”

A Ying-Yang symbol appears behind Matori and begins spinning around very fast, while his Shikai-sword splits in half and attach the halves on the back of his arms. There they grow out to short, black feathered wings. His robes changes colour to complete white, they become more spacy, and a white bond binds itself around his eyes. The rest of the bond flies around with his hair.
On his back, a completely white katana with an angelwing guard appears.
Small haloes of pure light hover around his wrists, one around each hand.

Bankai Abilities:

Passive: The wings grant him the ability to fly much faster than a Shinigami could with mere Reiatsu-control. His speed, strength, and toughness in particular, rise a little bit, but not very much.
His sight has been taken from him in this form, but he can now, instead of seeing physical things, see a person’s and their zanpaktou’s reiatsu.

Pillar from the Heavens: Matori points his hand to a point. After about 1-1½ second, a giant pillar of destructive light shoots down from above. It destroys stuff. And does it big-time.

Prison of Halo: Matori stretches his arms forward, and from the halos around his wrists, rings of light flies and surrounds his target with 7 rings of light, which functions as a prison. This prison can be broken by a Shikai, but it needs quite a few powerful blows. It gets stronger the more powerfull Matori gets. The rings can hover around a battlefeild, and Matori can control them by will.

Gabriel’s Armageddon: Matori readies his sword, which then burst into black flames. He sets off and flies into the sky, and once he is high enough up, he turns around and attacks directly with full speed and the full power of his body, sword and Bankai. This attack has immense destructive power, and if it lands successfully, a great flash of white and black shines from the point of contact, thereafter Matori most likely faints, and his Bankai disappears.

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

BG + RP Sample
(In the following I will give the full story of Hatsumatshi Matori. Parts of it will be done in RP mode though, I have done this to justify some of the moments in his history that requires more explanation.)

Matori was born in the Runkungai, 204 years ago. Already as a child, he showed signs of great reiatsu as he roamed the streets of the more respectable sectors. His mothers tried to keep him out of trouble, but many times still, he got himself places where he was not supposed to be. One time, for example, he went into a shop without the permission of the owner, and started making pranks and drawing on the wares of the store. His mother gave him much of a lecture when he came home, and as always, his father cheered him up afterwards. He had already realized that boys will be boys.

Life went on for Matori like this through his childhood years, until he was old enough to be discovered with his high reiatsu. The scouts were out in town to look for new recruits, and Matori just happened to be out on the town with some of his friends. This day would be one of the most memorable of his life…

The streets were busy that day. Everyone rushed in and out between each other. Matori was making his way through the crowd, looking around for something to do, his friends walking right behind him. He gently pushed himself past an elderly man, as he saw them. Men in black robes, swords by their sides. They looked like they were looking for something.
Matori stopped in the middle of the street, thinking. What could they possibly want here? No crimes had been committed lately, and no one had disappeared in a long while. It was then, the men saw him. They started pushing their way through the crowd. When Matori saw this, he turned around and begun doing the same, ignoring his friends’ questions about where he was going.
He was almost out of the crowd, when a voice was raised behind him. “Hey! You there! Wait!”
Matori started running, away from the street, away from the crowd, away from the shinigamis. He did not know why he did it, but he somehow knew that they were going to change his life in some strange way. And he was not sure that he was ready for that.

When he looked over his shoulder, still running, he saw the men running after him, and his usual grin formed on his face. This was something that he knew: A hunt through the streets of Runkungai. He had done it a million times before when he ran away from one of his shenanigans. So, why not give them a little fun before shaking them off?
He turned left down an ally, jumping over a cart crossing the street. The cart driver got such a shock, that he stopped the cart, yelling after the little rat who had just startled him. He looked back, grinning and waving his hand at the driver, and then once more turned into a narrow ally. Climbing over a little wall and then across another street, and he was almost home. He then took a left, but got surprised when he bumped directly into a large man in a black robe’s chest. Matori got so surprised, that he fell flat on his bud.
The large man looked down at him and then grinned, friendly. He went down to his knees, reaching out a hand and helping Matori to his feet. Matori was scared, but somehow also relaxed by the man’s appearance. He brushed out his clothes and took a step back. “What… What do you want from me?” He asked, a bit childish, a bit frightened. The man smiled again and rose to his feet. He looked down at Matori, hands in his sides. “I’m here to ask you, if you are ready.” “Ready?” Asked Matori, now a bit more confident. “Ready for what?” The big man reached out his hand to him again, smiling. “Ready, for your new life.”

After a quick rendezvous with Matori’s parents, he went to the Shinigami Academy. After receiving his Zanpaktou, he quickly learned that his talents at being a shinigami were great. He was top of his class in kendo, a great practice of hoho and quickly improved, both in hoho and Kidou. He got better every day he trained. But as he progressed, he soon found that his skills were not greatly liked. Even though he was a pretty boy, talented and funny, he did not seem to make friends. He spend most of his time either training or skipping that training. He roamed the Sereitei in search of a friend, without luck. Often he would sit in the gardens or training grounds at night, looking up into the moonlight, star filled sky. ‘Why am I alone?’ He would think to himself. ‘Why does everyone resent me?’ And as he pondered these questions, one night finally, he found his first friend…

The night was once again silent. Matori sat for himself in the shadow of a cherry tree in bloom, wearing his red dogi, looking at the full moon above him. He took forth his Zanpaktou, looking at the hilt. “Why?” He whispered for himself. “Why don’t people like me? What have I done?” He smiled, ironically. He already knew the rule. There was always one on each year, who was left outside. And this time it was him. There was no apparent reason for this, but it had to be this way. He rose in anger. He didn’t have to take this. If it had to be like this, maybe he didn’t even want to be a shinigami anyway.

He turned towards the moonlight, raising his sword in a threatening motion towards the big, white ball. “Then come at me! Give me a shot! Show me, who I am!” As the moonlight touched the hilt of the Zanpaktou, it was like Matori could no longer hold himself up. He fell backwards, knowing that he was ready for whatever that could come, as a bright light consumed his mind.

He landed on something soft. As he slowly opened his eyes, he realized that it was not the ground he had landed on. It was something white, something fluffy. He slowly got to his feet and looked down at what he had just landed on. “Clouds…” He mumbled, as he began looking around.
Clouds. Clouds in all directions, as far as he could see. In the west, a beautiful sunset was in progress. As he looked around this beautifully peaceful landscape, his eye caught something. A person not far away from him. A woman. As he began moving towards her, a pair of giant, strong, black wings was unfolded as the person began walking towards him. Matori tried to reach for his sword, but it was nowhere to be found in his belt. He looked at the person… The creature, that was moving towards him. A light seemed to come from her very body, and she was the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen. “What… Who are you?” He asked, almost paralysed from the sudden change in scenery and the astonishing creature which stood before him. She smiled at him and once again unfolded her wings. “You know me. You have touched me every day. You have talked about me, cared for me and loved me ever since you held me in your hand for the first time.” Matori looked surprised, but somehow he knew that this was true. He had always known her. Almost as if… She was a part of him. “Who are you?” He asked once again. She just kept smiling. “You know my name.” “Who are you!?” He asked again, this time almost in panic. She giggled, then reached out her hand to him, slowly. He raised his hand to, slowly. Their fingers almost touched, when his eyes opened towards her face. “Mitsuma.” At that moment, he landed hard on the ground, back in the garden of the academy.

The day after, Matori released his Shikai. He was the first on his year to do so, and after that, all his classmates suddenly respected and admired him. But in his heart, he knew that this admission was false. An illusion. They only treated him this way because of his great reiatsu and his Shikai. No one accepted him as he was as a person. Except one. Except Mitsuma. From the night they met, they were the best of friends. Because of this bond, Matori quickly learned to speak directly to Mitsuma, as he always missed someone to talk honest to.

And so, a year passed…

Matori had been growing in power every day, almost always with Mitsuma at his side. He trained and became stronger and stronger, until he was almost ready to join one of the squads. His teachers would have sent him to the squads a long time before that, but the rules demanded that he finished his training at the academy.
At this point, both Matori and Mitsuma were sick and tired of the falseness of the fellow students. They both wanted to find inner peace. And so, one evening, they took a vital decision…

As the moonlight phased through Matori’s window, he put his Zanpaktou on the table. He then sat down in his chair, and looked at it, thinking. “A though decision to make?” Behind him stood the darkly red haired angel, smiling down at her masters back. She put her hand on his shoulder. “We both know what we have to do.”
Matori nodded. “But where?” He asked. “Where could we flee to, that would be peaceful enough for us to find inner peace? Where could we possibly go?” Mitsuma smiled her eternal smile and bend over. She found his ear and whispered in it. Matori’s eyes opened wide. “Of course!” He smiled and rose. “You are a genius Mitsuma.” She giggled and sat down on a table behind her. Matori then looked thoughtful again and sat down. “But how the hell do we get there? There is no gate there from Soul Society.” Mitsuma nodded again. “There is only one person who can help you here.” Matori nodded, slowly. “Then we will go to the real world.” He rose from the chair, determined this time, and began packing. He then walked towards the door, Mitsuma at his side. He looked back at his room one last time, sighing. “Urahara Kisuke”.

Matori then set out. He took a Senkai gate, in all secret, to the real world, where he quickly found his goal: Urahara Kisuke’s shop.

A cloud went before he moon, as a hooded figure entered the backdoor of the Urahara Kisuke shop. Matori looked a bit around before he let his hood fall, but the moment he did so, the lights went on. In the door stood a man, his eyes covered by a green hat. He had hair down on both sides of his nose, and he was walking with a cane. “My, my… What have we here?” The man said, smiling under his hat. “A lone shinigami has entered my shop. Tell me, what can I do for you at this late hour?” Matori looked him up and down a few times before he spoke. “Are you the famous Urahara Kisuke, former captain and scientist of squad 12 of the Gotei 13?” Kisuke’s smile turned into a large grin, as he started moving towards Matori. “Yes, that would indeed be me, even though I don’t think that my reputation is that good.” Immediately, Matori fell to his knees, bowing before the former captain. “Urahara Kisuke, though I am only a lowly shinigami, I have a favour to ask you.” Kisuke smiled as he stepped over to Matori and put his hand on his shoulder. “There is no need for this. We are very equal, you and me. Let us go discuss that favour in my office.”

“Absolutely not.” Kisuke sat back in his chair, crossing his arms. “It is a difficult and long process to open a gate to Hueco Mundo; it takes both time and resources. Why should I?” Matori sat there for a while, looking at him. “Please, Kisuke-sama… This is my only chance. I do not belong in Soul Society… Not right now. My heart needs peace, my soul needs to find its true self before I can return.” Matori rose and walked over to Kisuke’s chair, looking him straight in the eye. “Please do this. I will be you forever in your debt.” Kisuke looked at him for a while then sighed. “My, my… Very well then. Meet me here in three days.” Matori smiled thankfully, bowed before the man, then put back on his hood and walked towards the door. Kisuke rose from his chair, pointing his cane at Matori. “You owe me big time.” Matori smiled at him, nodded, and then disappeared out the door.

A new life began for Matori a few days later. Kisuke allowed him to go into the hollow realm, where Matori would spend the next many years of his life. He entered the desert, almost immediately finding the peace he was looking for. Here, there was nothing but him, Mitsuma, the desert sand and a few trees, looking away from the few lizards which appeared now and then. Every night he sat there, looking at the moon, thinking about his life. He would smile and think, that his life was good overall, until the day came, when a change in scenery was inevitable.

Matori sat in the sand of Hueco Mundo, looking at the full moon. He smiled for himself. This was the place that he had found, that would find him the peace he had been looking for. His place. The place where his mind would find serenity.
He sat on a small sand hill. The moonlight shone gently upon the ground, making the grains look like cold silver beneath his robes. His left hand rested on the hilt of his Zanpaktou, and behind him, sitting in the sand, leaning towards his back, Mitsuma slowly appeared. She put her arms around his neck and looked up at the sky, giggling just a little bit. “So? Are you happy here?” She asked, leaning her head on the side of his neck. He smiled, still looking at the sky. “Yeah. I really am. It's like... All this belongs to us. And us alone. Here, we are free.”
Mitsuma giggled and stroke his hair with her pale hand. “Soon, the time will come for us to return. We will be accepted aga...” At that moment, the sand beneath Matori's feet began slipping. It slipped down towards a point between two hills, at first slowly, but then faster and faster. Matori's feet got stuck in the slipping grains, and as he was pulled down towards the centre, he tried to grab Mitsumas hand, which was stretched out towards him. Their fingers almost touched, but then Matori was pulled down, down into the hole, where he fell further, as a black abyss opened beneath him, and he fell down between grey trees towards a rocky ground. A very long and hard journey towards the light had begun.

Matori then began slashing his way towards... Towards what? He had no idea where he was supposed to go, where he could get out. So he decided to just walk in a single, general direction. He had not walked for long before he encountered the first hollow, and as a need of survival, he slew it. He soon found himself in a constant struggle for his life, fighting hollows every hour of his wake life. When the final slash had at last fallen, he would tired hide in the broken pieces of wood and fall into a troubled sleep. Every hollow he slew made him a tiny bit stronger. He continued like this for over a year, until one day, he finally saw the moonlight through a hole in a large cliff. Finally he had found his way out of this living hell. But as he approached his longed exit, he could feel that something was wrong. Very, very wrong...

The moonlight shone strongly through the narrow gap that opened in the cliff before Matori. He smiled to himself as he took the last steps towards freedom.
A roar echoed behind him.
Matori smiled, as he drew his Zanpaktou. “I'm always ready to give a farewell fight, now that I have finally found the exit. Come my white friends and meet your destiny!” He laughed, but as he turned, he saw a hollow as none he has ever seen before. It was mare human than anything that he had ever seen, and it moved with a speed of no hollow. He realized by the size and shape of this muscular hollow, that not even his shikai would be able to defeat this hollow. It's energies almost made him fall to his knees. He was prepared to face his death, but as he raised his Zanpaktou to strike his enemy, he suddenly found himself amongst clouds, as he had done so many times before. There was the sunset, there was Mitsuma, but something… something, was obviously wrong. Mitsuma looked at him with a scared look. “You seem to be aware that we are being killed as we speak?” Matori said, as he walked to her, his face motionless. Mitsuma shook her head and pointed to the south. Matori turned around, and to his great surprise, he did not see the great, golden white plain that he used to, but instead, he saw a great mass of black clouds moving towards them. He quickly got into battle position. “Get behind me!” He yelled to Mitsuma, who without much thought, quickly obeyed. Her wings quickly wrapped around them both, only leaving their heads out in free air, as the black clouds rolled in over them both, and everything went black. Matori was sure that a great roar and a low pitched laughter was heard before the cloud of blackness completely surrounded him and his conscience was lost.
A struggle. A struggle was all that Matori remembered when he woke up upon the sands of the Hueco Mundo desert. He had struggled against… something. Something that had not hurt him physically. And apparently, Matori had won. At least for now. He pondered over what had happened for a few hours, and how he had even survived the attack of the hollow that assaulted him at the verge of freedom. At last, he rose and begun walking, and as he rose, a small pieces of white fell to the ground from his cheek and became one with the sand beneath his feet. And he walked. He did not know where, but he realised that he had to stay in this world a bit longer, to figure out what was happening to him.

And so Matori wandered, into the desert, trying to find out what had happened to him in the dark of the Menos forest. He walked through the desert, began meditating, practiced in martial arts and hoho and even returned to the Menos forest to find out about his lonely secret. On rare occasions, the feeling and possession took hold of him again. He began to remember more and more each time the possession occurred, and at last he came to realise the horrible truth: each time he changed, he changed into the very thing he had sworn to fight. A hollow.
He now began training. He killed as many hollow as he could, many times with his bare hands, as he had always been good at hoho in the academy. He tried to become strong enough to control the beast, but the more his powers grew, the more he excelled, the more the beasts ferocity increased. He soon realised, that he could not find the strength to control it for himself. So in his despair, he travelled deeply into the Menos forest, hoping that his beast and the hollows in the forest would devour him. But as in most cases, help was closer than it would seem at first…

Crushed beneath the weight of his own conscience, Matori now stumbled through the forest floor. He could feel his own end coming ever nearer, as he fell to his knees. He sighed as he looked down on the ground. “So this is the end for me after all…” “Not quite!” A voice called out somewhere in front of him. As he looked up, a muscular man with white hair and a white robe appeared out of the shadows of the forest. Matori looked very surprised at him. “Who are you? What do you want from me!?” The last thing was screamed, as if in despair. The man just looked at him, motionless. “My name is Kensei. And I have come to help you tame your powers.” Matori rose, slowly. “Tame? How do you tame something as powerful as this beast?” Kensei turned around and began walking towards the exit of the forest. Matori looked after him for a while, then he followed.

As they came outside, more people were waiting to greet them. All of them were kind of strange looking, especially a huge man with pink hair. Matori looked confused at them. “Are you going to help me control this… Thing inside me?” One of the girls in the group smiled. “Just wait and se.”

He was now taken under the protective fellowship of the vizard. He was taken back to the real world, where he would learn to control his fearsome powers. As a result, he stayed with the vizard, though he had always planned on going back to Soul Society. He had found the bonds that he had always been looking for with the vizard, and he especially saw Shinji as a mentor. He strived to become a better vizard, and soon even learned the powerful Cero technique. Every day he grew stronger with them, but in secret, he always planned on going back to Soul Society. But until that day, he would remain with the little group, growing stronger every day. He still keeps contact with Mitsuma as often as he can, and she guides him a lot in his decisions. But she enjoys being with the vizard as much as he does and has no hurry getting back. He stays with them, until the day they decide to take action in the war. Then, he will take a clear stand. Maybe with them, maybe with someone else. Only the future knows that.

Notes: Because of Matori’s short time at the academy, he only learned basic Kidou. Very basic, like Shot of Red Fire and Blue Lightning. He also never learned to use shunpo, but he developed something similar in his time with the vizard.

RP Sample:

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Approved at Mid-average.