Post by Mr. Hatter on Feb 8, 2010 6:06:05 GMT 1
Name : Garandou Mumei
Age: Twenty-one (He actually does not know his real age)
Height: Six feet and one inch
Weight: one-hundred and ninety-one pounds
Appearance: “Ah.” Came from a distance slowly walking down the corridors of the 11th division. His bare feet barely lifting from the ground, as if he was simply sliding down the hallway , his eyes glazed over as if he was near death or apparently going on his 10th day of no sleep. His dark hair almost easy to take for black, but with a mixture of dark blue and purple tint hair was a mess, but even in its wild nature seemed to fit him. “Food…” His voice low and deep echoes through the hall into the any ears near by. Normally this male was calm, his dark purple eyes that seemed almost intoxicating would look down at the members of the 12th division, as they noticed him almost instantly..
As he walked down the halls wearing his black hakma, and happi, his hakama were a bit different from many of the other shinigami’s considering they were a bit baggy, but tied lightly at his ankles, his Happi also being something different from the normal shinigami long wide sleeves, while the coat reached down to his ankle almost like a captains, his tanned skin was a bit different, but it was nothing more than something that occurred when he was working with a different mix of chemicals permanently changing the pure Japanese mans appearance. Moving from the hallway into the kitchen he continues his stride to the fridge, slowly reaching out the happi hung in the air lightly before tapping against his leg making a slight jingle fill the room, as the Happi had been customized with a slight amount of chain mail in the fabric.
As the members of the squad continue to watch the dark-blue haired man in the kitchen, they see that wrapped around his obi, is not one or two, but three sheaths containing 3 blank swords, one being a simple black wakizashi, with a very fine blade, the next was what seemed to be a cleaver as there was no handle and the last one the oddest of the three didn’t seem to be a wakazashi, its handle was almost like the cleaver, but had a simple guard, the blade was almost as straight as a needle, and started off wide, but grew to a fine point. While continuing their observation a pair of gloves are also spotted, but what is unknown is the gloves also contain the same type of chain mail as his happi, but also have metal plates on the back and are fingerless with metallic knuckle balls.
Finally his face calmed showing his anger had passed as he sat at the table with a large assortment of food, some still cold , some that had been in the fridge for hours. In a blink of an eye he threw the happi to the ground making a few tiles crack underneath its weight, as his scarred upper body was now shown, scars upon scars sat on his muscle also revealing the wrist protectors on his arm, one with a thick wrist blade almost like a fang that swings at the wrist, the other seemed to be missing its weapon, but was it possible to still be on him? And whats with his eating habits? If none of these questions can be answered maybe why the male carries a hollow mask shaped like a wolves head could this be why he’s called ‘Mad hatter'.
History:
Taking a look back into time somewhere at the end of the Edo period, but barely before the Meji era a young child was born to a semi-noble family, gifted with a great name he was born one of two the other being his twin brother. The boys had other siblings, but all had been daughters and married away from the family, leaving these boys to take over for their father,. Kenji, the and Kenjiro, both boys were excellent swordsmen even at a young age, but as it had been too good to be true, for two boys with the same face still only one could take over the family house, the father being a genius tactician took the boys to live in separate living conditions, the one that learned the most would surely take over the home. Kenji a polite child that enjoyed his studies, and the feel of a sword was sent to live with a odd man who claimed that he was once a royal guard for the previous emperor and that his sword skills were unrivaled while the wild child Kenjiro was sent to live with a family richer than their own, he was taken in to a very noble family, he was wild and reckless, and had no care in the world for anything dealing with studying.
The boys had been moved out of their home at the age of five, and aren’t to return home until the perfect age of fifteen, but unfortunately Kenjiro had always been more lucky than the poor Kenji whose caretaker died when he was 7 only teaching him mostly hand to hand combat, his swordsmanship had suffered as the years, on his tenth birthday Kenji had found himself deep in the mountains, his body scared from head to toe, only thing he wore besides ripped hakama, was his masters gloves.
While his brother at ten years old was currently attending a school , like normal children of the times, gaining relationships, and continually improving in the way of the sword, his life couldn’t have been better and young Kenji had indeed saw this from a far, watching his brother he had already known that his family never planned to keep him, or else he wouldn’t have been thrown to a dirty old fake of a samurai in the mountains. With no regrets he killed his name and joined a group of young men like himself, abandoned, lonely, and some holding grudges. They traveled all throughout japan nothing was too much for them stealing, killing, and generally committing sins upon sins, but Kenji no matter what had managed to keep his blade clean unlike the others he did not kill years upon years he trained this body of his. Swearing never again to use a katana, he only believed in his fist and in the wakizashi. With his life going the way it was he had finally reached the age 19 the Meji era had finally set in. The head of Kenji’s family, Kenjiro was finally seated, and Kenji himself had managed to become head of the mountain gang, a group refusing to lay down their swords, and submit they took place in many battles, many disturbances all of them with a leader who did not embrace their ideas for Kenji didn’t care about the sword, he enjoyed western books, and found himself in love with science, and sadly his life was soon to come to an end.
Posters were placed on a wall, an picture of Kenji’s face had been plastered on every corner wanted for the murder and rape of fifty women, and five girls he was also blamed for many injuries and accidents in a region far to the east. Kenji himself was in shock looking at the posters, his entire mountain gang applauded him, but Kenji knew this man was not him, and soon his gang learned soon after that their boss hadn’t been the one to commit such sin. Messenger after messenger was sent to the home of Kenjiro calling him out to take responsibility for his actions.
Finally waves of ronin dressed in blue uniforms stormed the base where Kenji and his bandits lived and then begun a battle left from the history books, an entire mountain gang beaten, captured, some murdered the survivors were quickly taken, and given private execution, the only ones invited were the family of Kenji, and the families of the lost victims. Kenji got to see his brother one last time his eyes filled with anger as his head was lopped off dying for the sake of his ‘dear’ brother who could not hold his desires and forced himself upon the women before brutally killing them, using his poor brother as a substitute.
With his death the young Kenji had woken up, his fellow bandits all in tears, as they were forced to walk this earth nothing was completely different between Kenji and his men. Physique was excellent, his knowledge in western sciences amazing, and he had known much about religion, but he was still nothing more than a man or so he thought. 1 year passed he had grown older separate from his men the odd chain on his chest dangled growing ever shorter on his journey he saw many things, he read much over the shoulders of scholars and even found himself fighting dead souls, but never had he seen something so horrible and grotesque than the massacre of a town of dead folk.
A beast with a white mask and fur ripped through the citizens killing them mercilessly in his mind he prepared for the ultimate escape, and in the flash of an eye he saw them his ‘dear’ brother carried on a platform as he held out a strange bow.. Not any bow, but their fathers said to wipe out 100 men in a single shot, and like a movie he watched the monster be quickly subdued by the bow of his brother and sisters, their smiles finally eating away at the man, and without remorse he let his anger consume him, becoming a beast as he was killed like a dog, a god he had become.
Impacting chest, red eyes, clawed arms and feet, tail, his fur was almost like striking iron itself, as well as that mask.. That devilish mask that had the form of a wolves head approached the happy family at great speeds, quickly tearing through the front lines, as fate spun its wicked web, with his anger increasing so did the numbers of those arrow firing bastards, but he was not alone. Bandits that followed their leader from the shadows followed him into battle, like fools they let themselves be consumed and again another battle took place out of the history books, at the end of it all Kenji’s body was tore away, and his brother? Safely escorted to the castle which was safely protected by not only their family, but a odd group much like the ones that ended his life, samurai? In black clothing.
His anger could not be calmed, rushing the castle with his large force the hollows managed to break through the first gate, but the forces were slowly falling, large gates with demons continually came to absorb the bandits as they fell, yet Kenji continued, until he was brought before his knee’s his brothers arrow this time would be the death if not for a woman in black clothing, and beautiful white hair, rammed a large blade into the Hollows neck not killing, but purifying him, his fur fell from his body, as did his skin and size change, but this man held onto that evil mask, feeding his reiatsu into it saving it from fading into nothing. “I will go, but Brother.. No Kenjiro you will one day be forced to pay your dues for my death you bastard.” And with those words he went to the place that they call Rukongai.
-----D: Just now getting to death…Oh. My.Gawd-
Kenji once again having some of the worst luck known to man was dropped in the one place no nooby want to be dropped, in district 61 wearing the head of a hollow something not seen often, even though the mask was completely harmless it went on to pass many stories of this mysterious new man. Memories of his were completely gone even his name, but he gained new names such as the name Mad Hatter a direct reference to his unstable personality. For years he traveled around learning more about different martial arts studying from those whose bodies have remembered their old routines and strikes, thus throughout years, and years soul, after soul the man built his knowledge and once again joined a gang this time, he supported a group who wanted into seretei completely against the idea that the citizens of rukongai were to sit back and be controlled.
Kenji knowing full well what would happen, that history would repeat itself found himself in a loosing battle while countless Shinigami tore through the militia leveling their ranks. A massive retreat order sent the masses running, sadly that bad luck card plays yet again and Kenji now going by the name Hatter found himself in quite a tight spot between a beautiful woman who saved his soul, and her duty to protect. “Shit.. Can I die again?” Another famous quote of his came out but instead of killing him the woman kindly showed him a way from the other shinigami in attempt to save him again knowing how his life had been, and just his luck she happened to be very emotional.
Slightly taking advantage of the girls heart Kenji had her teach him everything she knew about Soul Society and how she managed to get in and secure herself a place, and for years these conversations went on until the time he was finally able to step into the academy full of confidence.
---D: C-C-C-Combo-Breakah.----
Almost like a mad man Kenji found himself attracted to the science labs if he wasn’t training his body he was training his mind, testing doing all kinds of experiments truly the name “Mad Hatter” Fit him now, with all the work he was putting in, and not to mention his relationship with the beautiful shinigami Rin was going great, he was once again satisfied with his life for once until his stroke of bad luck that seemed to of disappeared came back . Hard as he found that the Rin he was so deeply in love with, had been engaged to a noble. His nearly broken heart shattered when he heard that he himself was this young girls experiment.
Kenji simply laughed off his heart-break and continued on with his new life, but his habits extremely dangerous he would become very hostile and picky over every little detail even at his graduation he showed no love for anyone not even when he watched Rin cried out for help during his first mission, instead he watched as the hollow. If things were going great the pattern would repeat itself, history always does, and he found this out days after Rin’s death he finds a brand new item with the name “ Garandou Mumei” His eyes stung as he looked at the wrist blade finally he gained a name. Still moving functioning barely stories of how Rin had left her engagement party at the alter finally snapped the Shinigami of the 12th divisions mind as he’s forced to live with his eternal bad luck.
Specialists: Hakuda Master
Rank: 0
Division: 12
Seat: 0
Zanpakutou
Appearance: Later
Manifestation: Later
Inner World: Later
Release Phrase: Later
Abilities: Later
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Kido
BakudoBakudō No. 13: Akaruishiro (Way of Binding No. 13: Bright White)
Type: Binding Art
Description: The user thrusts their off-hand forward, gathering reiatsu into the palm. A glowing ball of blinding white light will burst into existence over the user’s palm, creating enough illumination to blind everyone in a five-meter radius for one round. This spell is often used in a modified form to create steady illumination in the darkness.
Incantation: Thirteen glowing orbits of ravens, freeze the murky waters of blindness! Ye lord, mask of truth and temperance, shed the glow of your eyes on the empty night! Bakudo no Juusan: Akaruishiro!
Restrictions: --
Bakudō No. 4: Hainawa (Way of Binding No. 4: Crawling Rope)
Type: Binding Art.
Description: An ability that is both simplistic and useful, and as such it can commonly be seen in practice. It is especially favored amongst members of the Fourth Division, who cannot get a patient to stop struggling against treatment. Gathering Reiatsu, the user will speak the incantation, and then condense the energy as a chain of light from the index and middle fingers of the user's dominant hand, which are held together. The chain will then quickly fly towards the opponent, attempting to act as a restraint to prohibit the opponent from moving. Once bound, the chain is capable of being tied to another object to hold the opponent; the user is not required to maintain the connection between the chain and their hand, allowing them to then perform other actions.
Incantation: My will to succeed be the rope that sustains you; let my breath of light be the light to guide you. Bakudo no Yon: Hainawa!
Restrictions: ---
Other Kido Abilities
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Age: Twenty-one (He actually does not know his real age)
Height: Six feet and one inch
Weight: one-hundred and ninety-one pounds
Appearance: “Ah.” Came from a distance slowly walking down the corridors of the 11th division. His bare feet barely lifting from the ground, as if he was simply sliding down the hallway , his eyes glazed over as if he was near death or apparently going on his 10th day of no sleep. His dark hair almost easy to take for black, but with a mixture of dark blue and purple tint hair was a mess, but even in its wild nature seemed to fit him. “Food…” His voice low and deep echoes through the hall into the any ears near by. Normally this male was calm, his dark purple eyes that seemed almost intoxicating would look down at the members of the 12th division, as they noticed him almost instantly..
As he walked down the halls wearing his black hakma, and happi, his hakama were a bit different from many of the other shinigami’s considering they were a bit baggy, but tied lightly at his ankles, his Happi also being something different from the normal shinigami long wide sleeves, while the coat reached down to his ankle almost like a captains, his tanned skin was a bit different, but it was nothing more than something that occurred when he was working with a different mix of chemicals permanently changing the pure Japanese mans appearance. Moving from the hallway into the kitchen he continues his stride to the fridge, slowly reaching out the happi hung in the air lightly before tapping against his leg making a slight jingle fill the room, as the Happi had been customized with a slight amount of chain mail in the fabric.
As the members of the squad continue to watch the dark-blue haired man in the kitchen, they see that wrapped around his obi, is not one or two, but three sheaths containing 3 blank swords, one being a simple black wakizashi, with a very fine blade, the next was what seemed to be a cleaver as there was no handle and the last one the oddest of the three didn’t seem to be a wakazashi, its handle was almost like the cleaver, but had a simple guard, the blade was almost as straight as a needle, and started off wide, but grew to a fine point. While continuing their observation a pair of gloves are also spotted, but what is unknown is the gloves also contain the same type of chain mail as his happi, but also have metal plates on the back and are fingerless with metallic knuckle balls.
Finally his face calmed showing his anger had passed as he sat at the table with a large assortment of food, some still cold , some that had been in the fridge for hours. In a blink of an eye he threw the happi to the ground making a few tiles crack underneath its weight, as his scarred upper body was now shown, scars upon scars sat on his muscle also revealing the wrist protectors on his arm, one with a thick wrist blade almost like a fang that swings at the wrist, the other seemed to be missing its weapon, but was it possible to still be on him? And whats with his eating habits? If none of these questions can be answered maybe why the male carries a hollow mask shaped like a wolves head could this be why he’s called ‘Mad hatter'.
History:
Taking a look back into time somewhere at the end of the Edo period, but barely before the Meji era a young child was born to a semi-noble family, gifted with a great name he was born one of two the other being his twin brother. The boys had other siblings, but all had been daughters and married away from the family, leaving these boys to take over for their father,. Kenji, the and Kenjiro, both boys were excellent swordsmen even at a young age, but as it had been too good to be true, for two boys with the same face still only one could take over the family house, the father being a genius tactician took the boys to live in separate living conditions, the one that learned the most would surely take over the home. Kenji a polite child that enjoyed his studies, and the feel of a sword was sent to live with a odd man who claimed that he was once a royal guard for the previous emperor and that his sword skills were unrivaled while the wild child Kenjiro was sent to live with a family richer than their own, he was taken in to a very noble family, he was wild and reckless, and had no care in the world for anything dealing with studying.
The boys had been moved out of their home at the age of five, and aren’t to return home until the perfect age of fifteen, but unfortunately Kenjiro had always been more lucky than the poor Kenji whose caretaker died when he was 7 only teaching him mostly hand to hand combat, his swordsmanship had suffered as the years, on his tenth birthday Kenji had found himself deep in the mountains, his body scared from head to toe, only thing he wore besides ripped hakama, was his masters gloves.
While his brother at ten years old was currently attending a school , like normal children of the times, gaining relationships, and continually improving in the way of the sword, his life couldn’t have been better and young Kenji had indeed saw this from a far, watching his brother he had already known that his family never planned to keep him, or else he wouldn’t have been thrown to a dirty old fake of a samurai in the mountains. With no regrets he killed his name and joined a group of young men like himself, abandoned, lonely, and some holding grudges. They traveled all throughout japan nothing was too much for them stealing, killing, and generally committing sins upon sins, but Kenji no matter what had managed to keep his blade clean unlike the others he did not kill years upon years he trained this body of his. Swearing never again to use a katana, he only believed in his fist and in the wakizashi. With his life going the way it was he had finally reached the age 19 the Meji era had finally set in. The head of Kenji’s family, Kenjiro was finally seated, and Kenji himself had managed to become head of the mountain gang, a group refusing to lay down their swords, and submit they took place in many battles, many disturbances all of them with a leader who did not embrace their ideas for Kenji didn’t care about the sword, he enjoyed western books, and found himself in love with science, and sadly his life was soon to come to an end.
Posters were placed on a wall, an picture of Kenji’s face had been plastered on every corner wanted for the murder and rape of fifty women, and five girls he was also blamed for many injuries and accidents in a region far to the east. Kenji himself was in shock looking at the posters, his entire mountain gang applauded him, but Kenji knew this man was not him, and soon his gang learned soon after that their boss hadn’t been the one to commit such sin. Messenger after messenger was sent to the home of Kenjiro calling him out to take responsibility for his actions.
Finally waves of ronin dressed in blue uniforms stormed the base where Kenji and his bandits lived and then begun a battle left from the history books, an entire mountain gang beaten, captured, some murdered the survivors were quickly taken, and given private execution, the only ones invited were the family of Kenji, and the families of the lost victims. Kenji got to see his brother one last time his eyes filled with anger as his head was lopped off dying for the sake of his ‘dear’ brother who could not hold his desires and forced himself upon the women before brutally killing them, using his poor brother as a substitute.
With his death the young Kenji had woken up, his fellow bandits all in tears, as they were forced to walk this earth nothing was completely different between Kenji and his men. Physique was excellent, his knowledge in western sciences amazing, and he had known much about religion, but he was still nothing more than a man or so he thought. 1 year passed he had grown older separate from his men the odd chain on his chest dangled growing ever shorter on his journey he saw many things, he read much over the shoulders of scholars and even found himself fighting dead souls, but never had he seen something so horrible and grotesque than the massacre of a town of dead folk.
A beast with a white mask and fur ripped through the citizens killing them mercilessly in his mind he prepared for the ultimate escape, and in the flash of an eye he saw them his ‘dear’ brother carried on a platform as he held out a strange bow.. Not any bow, but their fathers said to wipe out 100 men in a single shot, and like a movie he watched the monster be quickly subdued by the bow of his brother and sisters, their smiles finally eating away at the man, and without remorse he let his anger consume him, becoming a beast as he was killed like a dog, a god he had become.
Impacting chest, red eyes, clawed arms and feet, tail, his fur was almost like striking iron itself, as well as that mask.. That devilish mask that had the form of a wolves head approached the happy family at great speeds, quickly tearing through the front lines, as fate spun its wicked web, with his anger increasing so did the numbers of those arrow firing bastards, but he was not alone. Bandits that followed their leader from the shadows followed him into battle, like fools they let themselves be consumed and again another battle took place out of the history books, at the end of it all Kenji’s body was tore away, and his brother? Safely escorted to the castle which was safely protected by not only their family, but a odd group much like the ones that ended his life, samurai? In black clothing.
His anger could not be calmed, rushing the castle with his large force the hollows managed to break through the first gate, but the forces were slowly falling, large gates with demons continually came to absorb the bandits as they fell, yet Kenji continued, until he was brought before his knee’s his brothers arrow this time would be the death if not for a woman in black clothing, and beautiful white hair, rammed a large blade into the Hollows neck not killing, but purifying him, his fur fell from his body, as did his skin and size change, but this man held onto that evil mask, feeding his reiatsu into it saving it from fading into nothing. “I will go, but Brother.. No Kenjiro you will one day be forced to pay your dues for my death you bastard.” And with those words he went to the place that they call Rukongai.
-----D: Just now getting to death…Oh. My.Gawd-
Kenji once again having some of the worst luck known to man was dropped in the one place no nooby want to be dropped, in district 61 wearing the head of a hollow something not seen often, even though the mask was completely harmless it went on to pass many stories of this mysterious new man. Memories of his were completely gone even his name, but he gained new names such as the name Mad Hatter a direct reference to his unstable personality. For years he traveled around learning more about different martial arts studying from those whose bodies have remembered their old routines and strikes, thus throughout years, and years soul, after soul the man built his knowledge and once again joined a gang this time, he supported a group who wanted into seretei completely against the idea that the citizens of rukongai were to sit back and be controlled.
Kenji knowing full well what would happen, that history would repeat itself found himself in a loosing battle while countless Shinigami tore through the militia leveling their ranks. A massive retreat order sent the masses running, sadly that bad luck card plays yet again and Kenji now going by the name Hatter found himself in quite a tight spot between a beautiful woman who saved his soul, and her duty to protect. “Shit.. Can I die again?” Another famous quote of his came out but instead of killing him the woman kindly showed him a way from the other shinigami in attempt to save him again knowing how his life had been, and just his luck she happened to be very emotional.
Slightly taking advantage of the girls heart Kenji had her teach him everything she knew about Soul Society and how she managed to get in and secure herself a place, and for years these conversations went on until the time he was finally able to step into the academy full of confidence.
---D: C-C-C-Combo-Breakah.----
Almost like a mad man Kenji found himself attracted to the science labs if he wasn’t training his body he was training his mind, testing doing all kinds of experiments truly the name “Mad Hatter” Fit him now, with all the work he was putting in, and not to mention his relationship with the beautiful shinigami Rin was going great, he was once again satisfied with his life for once until his stroke of bad luck that seemed to of disappeared came back . Hard as he found that the Rin he was so deeply in love with, had been engaged to a noble. His nearly broken heart shattered when he heard that he himself was this young girls experiment.
Kenji simply laughed off his heart-break and continued on with his new life, but his habits extremely dangerous he would become very hostile and picky over every little detail even at his graduation he showed no love for anyone not even when he watched Rin cried out for help during his first mission, instead he watched as the hollow. If things were going great the pattern would repeat itself, history always does, and he found this out days after Rin’s death he finds a brand new item with the name “ Garandou Mumei” His eyes stung as he looked at the wrist blade finally he gained a name. Still moving functioning barely stories of how Rin had left her engagement party at the alter finally snapped the Shinigami of the 12th divisions mind as he’s forced to live with his eternal bad luck.
Specialists: Hakuda Master
Rank: 0
Division: 12
Seat: 0
Zanpakutou
Appearance: Later
Manifestation: Later
Inner World: Later
Release Phrase: Later
Abilities: Later
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Kido
BakudoBakudō No. 13: Akaruishiro (Way of Binding No. 13: Bright White)
Type: Binding Art
Description: The user thrusts their off-hand forward, gathering reiatsu into the palm. A glowing ball of blinding white light will burst into existence over the user’s palm, creating enough illumination to blind everyone in a five-meter radius for one round. This spell is often used in a modified form to create steady illumination in the darkness.
Incantation: Thirteen glowing orbits of ravens, freeze the murky waters of blindness! Ye lord, mask of truth and temperance, shed the glow of your eyes on the empty night! Bakudo no Juusan: Akaruishiro!
Restrictions: --
Bakudō No. 4: Hainawa (Way of Binding No. 4: Crawling Rope)
Type: Binding Art.
Description: An ability that is both simplistic and useful, and as such it can commonly be seen in practice. It is especially favored amongst members of the Fourth Division, who cannot get a patient to stop struggling against treatment. Gathering Reiatsu, the user will speak the incantation, and then condense the energy as a chain of light from the index and middle fingers of the user's dominant hand, which are held together. The chain will then quickly fly towards the opponent, attempting to act as a restraint to prohibit the opponent from moving. Once bound, the chain is capable of being tied to another object to hold the opponent; the user is not required to maintain the connection between the chain and their hand, allowing them to then perform other actions.
Incantation: My will to succeed be the rope that sustains you; let my breath of light be the light to guide you. Bakudo no Yon: Hainawa!
Restrictions: ---
Other Kido Abilities
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