Roko Hindler (Done)

[tentura]

Name: Roko Hindler
Age: Unknown: Over 100: Looks 17
Gender: Male
Personality:

Roko can be described in two words, bipolar and smart. His love for the helping of others is very apparent through all that meet him, whether it be through the Squad 4 medical center or just a friendly face on the street. This passion for caring for the hurt arrived from incidents of the past that formed and shaped his spirit just before departure from the world of the living. However, despite this loving nature he often gets quiet upset with himself causing him to take his anger out on others. For example, if working on a patient and he wraps his patients arm too tightly and the patient complains, he'll go off and mumble to himself about his and the patients stupidity, but he will still get the job done. However this nature sometimes distracts him from battle causing him to freak out in serious situations.

This young man was found to be gifted in the arts of healing once joining the Shinigami academy. He excelled in many other aspects of the academy and was deemed to be a bright young student by many of his professors. His academic prowess forced him to excel in the other arts too, but still being a major in the arts of healing.

Usually not wearing a grin, people often look at him as being a very angry or depressed person. We'll he once was but now days he is extremely happy with his surroundings and his growing powers to help those around him. Not always having a grin is not his fault.....its just how his face is...leave him alone..

Appearance:

Roko stands at a solid 5'11 weighing only at most 170lbs. Hair white, skin a pale white, and eyes a dull grey. His eyebrows are narrow and his eyes often look as either he is half awake or he is in a terrible mood. At all times he wears a brown collar around his neck heightening his intimidation factor

When not adorned in the traditional Shinigami robes with a squad 4 insignia, he is seen wearing a a silver colored vest often with a leather black jacket. With this jacket, he would wear a pair of blue tight jeans with a pair of black chaps and a belt buckle with a animals skull on it as a reminder of where he grew up. (Just described whats up above ignore guitar)

Zanpakuto Spirit:

(Minus the Gun)
Zanpakuto's name: Kenpi Sennin (Health Wizard)

Kenpi Sennin, his Zanpakuto's inner spirit. Very fitting actually for his background and attitude. He has a raspy voice, almost as if he was a skeleton and a grim smile that could shake the souls of any being. Dressed in cowboy attire, Kenpi has a raw strict attitude to match Roko's. His clothing symbolizes a remembrance of what took place the day of his families massacre at there ranch and the helplessness he felt. Kenpi is well aware of Roko's limits yet he knows that if he continues to work as hard is he does, he will gain his bankai in the near future.

Roko's Innerworld: A large open plain. Basically just a large, green, flat, circular field, with giant trees circling the enclosure to stop anyone leaving. In the middle of the large plain lie a simple traditional corral. Wooden walls, double swinging doors, with a bar and piano on the inside.

Sealed Zanpakuto:

Usually adorned in medical wrappings, Roko wields a katana type blade. The hilt is always kept in this wrap after the blades wrap is cast off by his spiritual energy, furthering Roko's grip on the sword also for the use in case of emergency medical treatments.

Shikai Description:

"Kenpi Sennin, Free the Soul!"
Roko's Zanpakuto scatters and remolds onto his hands as open finger gloves with tiny acupuncture needles covering the palms of both gloves. This Shikai is primarily used for the healing those who have fallen.

Shikai Abilities:

Sashimi Zenyu (Quick Jab of Healing):
Roko's spiritual pressure flows into the palms and finger tips of his hands and he is able to strike vital points of the body to cause relief or pain depending on location and what Roko intends to do with the patient or victim.

This attack is used primarily for healing and medicinal purposes, yet can be adapted to a fighting style, targeting pressure points and organs.

The strikes, if used for fighting can POSSIBLY disrupt arteries causing internal bleeding and possible death however this is rare unless the target is completely still or caught off guard. Usually the attacks, if landed, cause aches and pains to the joints, maybe slowing down the victim or stopping an oncoming attacker.

Healing wise, this attack can release any aches or pains one has in his body or even if done correctly, can repair bones, organs and blood vessels. But this is a long process if injuries are extensive.

Bankai Description:

Not Yet Achieved

Bankai Abilities:

Not Yet Achieved

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

Roko Hidlen, born on in barn many years ago during the American move toward the west. His two parents: Ashia and Rockko Hidlen, raised him well, raised him as they were raised, in the tough environment of early Texas. And increasing difficulty of region was the fact that they lived on a farm.

Since birth, Roko remembers doing chores and hard 'mens' work. Even when working with his mother he opted to do the hardest possible things instead of allowing his mother to do so. Whether it be milking the cows or cleaning the tough spots on the ceiling. This spirit and desire to be a strong man followed him through his short lived life. Soon enough, his father allowed him to go into the fields where he was able to help him out, fixing the stables, herding the cattle, shaving the sheep. During this work is where Roko fell in love with horse back riding as he first rode with is father yet by the age of 8, his father let him ride on his own and even gave him his own horse which he named Donko, No reason why, he was only 8, once again leave him alone.

Roko, not coming from a very wealthy family, was schooled by his mother. Often picking up material quickly for his age, he would often slack off because the work given was no challenge for him. Where he wanted to be was out in the fields with his father, riding horses and being a man.

His youth was prosperous, he found he wanted to be the owner of this farm and live just as his mother and father did, happy hardworkers.

Years flew by and his 17th birthday approached, and his parents asked him what he wanted for his birthday. He responded like any 17 year old would, "A CAR!" and so on his 17th birthday they got him not a car, but a motorcycle which fit him and his lifestyle perfectly. Still preferring his horseback riding over his new motorcycle, he only rode it when he knew the trip was too long for his horse Donko to make.

Two weeks after his birtday, Roko rolled in on his motorcycle and pulled into the barn where he would usually park it. However something was strange about the air. He would usually be hearing his father working in the fields, yelling at the cattle or something no words were heard. This was a first. So he immediatly jumped off his bike and ran into the house.

He turned into the kitchen, where his mother would usually be at this time and there she lay hunched over the counter, laying in blood. She had been shot 3 times in the back. Without thinking he freaked out and ran outside where his father lay gasping for air, he had been shot in the stomach twice and the leg. He ran up to him screaming what could he do for and his father kept yelling at him to take out the bullets and apologizing for what had happen. Roko was helpless and had no clue what to do, so he held his father and watched him bleed out onto him because the bullets were not allowing a blood clot to form despite the pressure being applied. His father died within minutes.

Still in tears he ran to the bar where his trusty horse was, he was planning on riding to the next farm overs to tell them the story and there in the barn ontop of his now bucking horse was a bandit, dressed in full cowboy garb, hat and all, with 3 others around him with a pistol steaming. They shot Roko that day and he died quickly and painfully.

His spirit did not stay attached to the world of the living, it went straight to the Rukongai, District 31.

Years later, still sulking over the death of his parents, he continued to blame himself for the death of his father. If he was stronger and smarter he would have been able to save him. If he knew what to do he would have been able to save him. If he was man enough, he would have saved him. His father died because of him he believed and after years in the Rukongai, he made a vow to never let someone he loved die again.

Further years passed and his depression was worse. Despite being in such a great place he still cried over his parents who he has not found. He had hoped they had not become Hollows at this point and were here living happily. A momentous day for his district came when many Shinigami walked through his streets. There he stood with the other citizens of the district and watched the the Shinigami stood out from anyone else.

That is when an older Shinigami walked up to him and said "I feel the pressure iniside you boy...and you are coming back with me" without asking his name or even giving his own he whisked the boy off to the Shinigami academy where he studied there for years. Always striving to understand the Body better, not only for himself but he wished to help others. His vow kept his going. He did not intend to break his vow in any way and he meant it. So he continued his studies and excelled any many other arts, yet his studies drove him further in medicine and the art of healing.

Once graduated from the academy, due to his excellence in the arts of healing, he was dragged into Squad 4, a lowly squad to many but that is exactly where he wished to be. Now a squad 4 member, he continues studying and praying that he will see his parents again and apologize for him not being strong enough or smart enough to save them.

His studies are growing more intense and the wish to see his parents stronger than anything else. It is now he wishes to get stronger, strength to help those around him and save those who can not save themselves.

RP Sample:

"Get that man on the Table!" Roko screamed to a group of squad 4 members bringing in a severely damaged Shinigami in on a stretcher. As they lowered the man to the table, Roko took a look at the mans pale face. It was Dentter, a close friend of Roko since the academy. His heart shook.

Dentter...no...what happened to you.. Roko thought as he analyzed the injured body. The left arm was nearly torn from the body, the torso had a deep slash which nearly missed the stomach, the right leg was broken and the ribs seemed to be crushed in. At this point, Roko did not care what his downed friend might have been doing, he only knew that there was no options but to save him. This would take hours just to stabilize the injured Shinigami.

Closing his eyes thinking for a moment he turned to squad 4 members standing around awaiting his orders, "Just give me room!" closing his eyes once again he placed his hand on the hilt of his Zanpakuto. "Kenpi Sennin, Release the soul!"

A flash illuminated the room, blinding many watching, but as the light faded, two silver open finger gloves fit snugly on Roko's hands. "Kenpi, help me please..." Roko muttered under his breath as he raised his hands and analyzed the arm.

Two fingers and a quick jab of the palm underneath the collar bone and a gush of blood squirt out and covered his once shining gloves. The bleeding from the arm slowly began to seize before starting to gush back out once again.

"This is just great! Dentter! Listen to me! You are not going to die!" Roko screamed at the patient. Squad 4 members began to look at each other and started to question the sanity of the healer.

Hours and Hours of work were ahead of him, but he knew....his friend was not going to pass away. Not today. Not under his care.

(Okay Think I'm Done )

[Rebel Raven]

Approved
Middle Level Average