Post by Flementine on Feb 14, 2010 7:24:59 GMT 1
Name: Flementine T. Stairil[/b] Gurehasu [Gray Lotus]
Age: 74
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 173lb.
Appearance:
Flemy by natural nickname is something special indeed, from his swirly cheecks to the love bunny on his ankle. Nobody can clearly see him as normal, his hair has been a multitude of colors including mixture with highlights and ecetera ecetera. His hair is the normal for some, messy of course and bangs long enough to shade his eyes. But his eyes are a sort of lazy and relaxing yet somewhat odd kind, but not like they aren't atractive, his eyes are a natural blue and reflect light in such entrancing ways, it's really freaky at times. If only he were some player boy right? Those swirlies from earlier, yeah them, they are real, tattooed onto both sides of his cheeks are pink swirlie marks. Just for an update he has normal white skin so almost any hair color fits him perfectly. Muscular if you care cause Flemy does, his face is sort of teenager like, round cute'ish and a muscular body doesn't work well so he became "super" skinny to budget his looks. On his left shoulder almost on his neck is a rugged V like scar that's a tad red from time to time but some say it's very attractive. Then he has his special sun on his right "man-boob" that has a relaxed cat look.[like pharaoh from yugioh gx!] Down we go to the hips, where on his right hip is a scribbled out name of someone but you can only see the L. We assume that he had a relationship with this person and tried to remove the evidence of the two after the break up, if only he had been smatter at getting it removed. He also has his 'down there' pierced, no more detail needed.
His legs are very muscular and make him look good since he always seems to wear shorts of some type. His feet are smallish average, just a incy bit bellow average and with his solid statement to wear sandles for life it is quite useful. On his lower right ankle is a small bunny tatto, the bunny being pink with beady black eyes that can see into your soul. It holds one of those candy hearts that says "I love you," but they consider it to be quite decieving. Then On the bottom of his foot on the right is a sort of claw mark scar that looks messy but at the same time sufficiently small too what most think. Then on his head under a particular patch of hair is another tattoo that need be unquestioned for the moment.
Personality:
Flem Flem loves games, whenever you say game he'll be on it like a woman nagging a husband. But he always says and believes strongly that he is irresponsible for all actions he takes and damages inflicted during the active game. Being the living dead and all he's quite care free and satisfied with existing until[god forbid] his life is taken, but only if it's taken in a fair form. With his care free state of mind he really doesn't mind stating his opinions openly and can almost ignore anyone. He once ignored someone who botherd him eighteen days after coming back and he never broke, he's still ignoring him... if that can be called dedicated then i'll deem him an absolute dedicator. But one of his bad habits is he preffers action over words, it's too hard to think up some things when you can just show it to them. Like this time he tried demonstrating how it wasn't scary to fall off a skyscraper, he was oh so very wrong. He's never been nervous though, not since he was in middle school when he was living. Contrary to belief, he's very ignorant for someone who has lived such a long time which is why Panny is around. Panny is his cold hearted friend which he calls socially inept daily like a bad urge, but he loves Panny just the same.
Of all his odd acts the one things nobody calls to notice is his absolute hatred for strong relationships, he detest relationships to a high level. He'll joke about relationships, maybe some teasing but when it comes to the very core of it he tries his best just to skip anything serious on it. He does enjoy playing lovey dovey with his friends but it's only the real deal he hates on. As for fighting, you'd be easily pissed if you crossed blades with him, he's the ultimate blabber mouth. for he almost holds a conversation for four when in a battle, it wracks even the observes nerves. But fighting is fun, he thinks it entertaining to be tossed about the place and going this and there showing off the remarcable skill they have attained in their time. His sword ----- is a lovely sword to him, he loves him like a brother says he. But out of all his ideas of affection he would only clean im'. But with Panny's sword on the other hand he has an addiction to licking him when the chances passes by. you could call it and indrect kiss because Panny likes to lick the blood off his sword after a kill, but he doesn't clean it as well as he should which is where all these random diseases develop from. Now for the Panny part.
He is a good friend to Flemy, even if he has been attacked by him a few times they never really 'hate' each other. Flemy takes the attacks as an act of affection, it's like a "hey, he didn't kill me. That's a sign!" It's very postitive thinking on his behalf. He thinks of Panny like a very good friend, the one you trust with everything and relly on, and he's so emotionally confused and childish he almost never get's into these sentimental situiations any who. But at the center of it all he treats Panny with the utmost disrespect while respecting him at the same time. He worships his skills with a sword and would never doubt him, but only him. Panny is probably the most sufficient thing on earth to him. That's simply it, cheese!
History:
After his own death, sadly, his memory was pulled apart, to lengths in which his idea as to "who" he was, had nearly evaporated. It is a very distressful case to come to existence with no understanding of who or what you are. Flashes of memories, things that made no sense. This was very bad for said person, his past life wasn't something clean and nice. He fought in a war once, nothing to flash into your mind. His memories were weak though, he kept together. He could remember only seven things, of one of them he caught a glimpse of fuzzy writing, his identity carved onto a metal tag. He didn't quite take meaning into this though, why would he care?
The only way he really made his name was by pure chance and reflex., Someone asked his name, he had never had a name before, so the first words that came out were those he remembered from the night before. Flementine T. Stairil the man laughed and said his name odd. He kept using it though, people smiled at it. He once mentioned this to a shinigami, he didn't imitate many with a grin or chuckle, but frowned. he asked why and the man said he had heard of him somewhere, he told him it was a place he would never go. He asked why, he only said that he wasn't of high enough rank.
But of course anyone would be curious, He pleaded to be taken but it wasn't allowed. The man only told him one thing, "Join the ranks of the shinigami then you'll see." That was set onto his top priority list, He wanted to become one, as so he worked to become one. This goal wasn't so easy though, weaponry was rare and expensive to get. But with luck he stole one, a distraction had started up and in the confusion he took it. For the next few years he trained, trained, and trained, constantly.
But no matter the amount of training he never felt he had been able to fight right, his skills were never good enough. So he trained, and trained, tirelessly. But within his training he forgot his goal, he only wanted to become better. Twenty years he wasted on this before even remembering of his goal, his promise. But he still felt unprepared, he didn't know why but it just didn't feel just. He traveled an extra thirteen years, trying to discover why he felt unprepared. His skills improved as he went, but never enough to fill his lust. Then one day he met someone, a strong soul who's skill were no doubt past his, the person know to him as panny. Flem was defeated numerous times, attacking him every chance he had. Then one day he asked why he couldn't win, the words he got in return he keeps in mind to this day "You lack union." With that he gave up, swearing to return one day with this union he lacked.
Five years more he trained, and then he had made it into the selection to be a shinigami, he was filled with excitement. He made it into the school to prepare him to the future. But when he made it their for some his will was weak, he only wanted to relax. He spent seventeen years in the academy improving himself, secretly. Nobody thought of him and talent, he was among the normal. He put in no effort when in school, always acting like a flunker. He slowly improved his class grade, then he decided what the hell and passed, ready to put into the ranks of shinigami. At this time he finally received his sword, the one in which he was bound to.
He wondered if this was it, the union he lacked. He had been using the wrong blade all the time. It was that simple, but he didn't return. He wanted to improve, he stayed in seiretei honing his skills. He wouldn't return until he had earned his right to see him again.
Specialists:
Kido Specialist [9 Spell Points]
Hoho Specialist [8 Shunpo]
Rank: Two
Division: 12th
Seat: Unseated
Zanpakutou
Appearance: link
When the sword is not released it is like most common blade, no unique shape to it. It is 41" length overall, the hilt is 15" long and blade being 26" long. The cover of the hilt is a light burgundy and its sheath is a light pink. When released the blade changes from the natural form of a blade, unlike others it looses it's sheath and most of the characteristics of a blade. Other than being created of steel and with sharp edges, this weapon is of a circular form. A ringblade supposedly. The ringblade consists of 12 rings being held by a large outer ring and a smaller middle ring however, the blade can split into 12 sections. The rings are made of solid steel but are quite thin and around the same weight as a normal blade. The blades inside these two are about as wide as your hand. )wrist to fingers circular)
Each blade has slots to be edited upon, the first seven rings *going from the center out* Are small slots (One). The next four are medium (three slots) and the outermost ring is a large slot (five). As in each ring can be modified to a certain point, (One for small modification) (Three for moderate modifications) (Five for the largest modifications).
Manifestation:
Gurehasu takes the form of a tall shadowy figure. He stands about seven feet high with a very slim figure. His skin is pitch black, the visible parts at least which leave just his head. He wears a something similar to a suit. Wearing a white button up suit that has a black jacket over it which is left open. The buttons of his shirt are a pale red, and he also wears a white bow tie around his neck, tucked under the color of his shirt. His pants are a plain black, dress pants. Then he has dark black shoes that have a reflective shine. He doesn't have much more to say.
His face is the only odd part of his, it's like a shadow is always cast over it and gives off an abnormal feel that no human could have. His eyes are white slits, the same as his mouth. When closed you cannot tell if he has a mouth, but he's nearly always grinning which makes a light white streak from his mouth. he wears tight white gloves and a simple black top hat, he's something like a ringmaster.
Inner World:
The inner world of Gurehasu and Flemmy is has a somewhat resemblance of an extremely large circus tent. But it's isn't like the room is large in the factors of longer than the average one. It is more that the place is literally larger than the average, similar to it growing and them shrinking. The chair in the place are equivalent to a building in reality. Same goes for anything else, a rope would be like a bridge in our world.
This world is filled with a variety of colors but is very empty, excluding Gurehasu. but the place is also quite dreary as the lights are rarely turned on. The place just has a purple glow to it when dark, but it also gives place to many shadows building up paranoia. The room is like that of a normal tent still, in the center is the ring with all the contraptions that would be used, a tightrope pole, a lions cage empty but clean, a small pool to dive into. A ring of fire gone unlit, anything else. The place is cleaned out for the most ignoring the ring area, everywhere else is left untouched.
When the lights are on the room has a sort of radiance about it, the room is drowned in bright colors and a tune begins to play as it might when a show begins. When the lights come on all the equipment becomes set up, but in the place of where people should be there are cardboard items. The meaning of this is yet to be found. But no less this is a place of mystery like any others.
Release Phrase: Prosper, GureHasu
Abilities:
Blade Manipulation: By placing a thin layer of reiatsu around the blades of Gurehasu, he is given the ability to control these blades.With the movements of his fingers (twitches) he activates these controls, hence able to separate the blades and manipulate them at will. With this, the blades can spin rapidly, up to ninety rotation per second and can cut nearly anything due to the reiatsu around the blades along with the rotation speeds. Due to the speed and reiatsu of the blade the attacks of this blade are equivalent to that of a high powered attack per second it is pushing against the opponent.
Limit: The blade control can reach out thirty meters. (Increases by twenty meters per rank)
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