Post by hiroko on Dec 24, 2009 20:07:56 GMT 1
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:Name: Hiroko Namikishu
:Age: 62 [Age of appearance is in younger teens]
:Height: 5'6 1/4 inches
:Weight: 117lbs
:Appearance:
His appearance is one that contradicts his 'maturity' to rather grandiose levels, so to say. His facet features are rather silk, devoid of any 'true' marring, skin boyishly soft due to his young age, but as most males he's beginning to mature. Taut flesh of light olive blankets itself throughout his body, evenly painted all over. From his crown descend tresses of onyx, thick and buoyant, lively and richly saturated in the deepest hues of ebony. His eyes are of an impassive raven, lacking boyish-sheen throughout, often casting themselves to their corners in times of thought. Eyebrows are rather thin, tamed in place and inked with black that only mirrors his mid-length hair.
Underneath his shinigami garb, which is tantamount to the average uniform for those who could care less about stylizing lies a rather toned body, quite exceptional for his physical age, though crafted by the intensity in the ageless art of zanjutsu. Underneath his onyx garbs are beige body wraps, cementing themselves into place along his stomach and back as well as wrapping their naive defenses around his left pec. His foot wear consists of simple milk tabi socks and tatami zori which are tantamount in color with his cloth 'under-armor'. On his lower back lies an inked tidal wave, colors as vivid and rich as those of those of reality, a mimic if one considers it.
The fledgling Shinigami is ambidextrous, though he primarily leads with his right extremity.
History:
Upon fleeing the uterus had the yet-born Bebe died, his umbilical cord tied around his neck like a sinful lynch, suffocating the young male before taking a breath of the free world. Morose feelings perfumed about the chilled room as the young mother did naught but sob her fragile heart away, holding the pulse-less body in her hands. Days later would he be properly buried, a young creature that would forever be remembered in the young couples heart. The name above his small tome stone read "Hiroko Namikishu".
Rebirth in the soul society had he been adopted by a family who had just sent their own child to the academy of Shinigami, feeling a void in their heart from the lack of their daughters presence. They would raise him as their own, teaching and loving the young pulse as they had their own, ensuing that the lad would have open doors in the late futures, 'lest he had chosen a cursed road. As he aged had he shown rather impressive physical strength, as well as notable skill with wooden weapons. With this now known would they train him in the bladed arts until the day he himself would be sent off to the Shinigami Academy.
Eventually would he be sent off, his caretakers not rich, but, rather having connections that ensured his acceptance. There he had gone about his trainings like any other soul reaper, excelling in the art of Zanjutsu though void of an actual zanpakuto and performing rather mediocre in the arts of kido, though, he would eventually grasp the greater understanding of this other worldly art. In no way had the fledgling Shinigami been a loner, always having another individual to pal around with and simply rely on for comfort if ever needed, his face is just the way it is.
His graduation exceeded as any other would, leaving with an array of skills underneath his belt. Upon graduation would he be transfered to the 11th division where his strong point in combat would be better put to use and tamed, honing it until one day he could master it. Ginoushou had been his Zanpakuto, his power.
Specialists: Zanjutsu Mastur
Four Shunpo
Rank: 0
Division: Eleventh
Seat: Unseated
Zanpakutou
Appearance:
His sealed state is a near mirror image of a traditional Katana in both size and weight. The guard of of his soul's container is that of a whirl pool, duly jolting out at four corners. The blade dull in shine, luster absent upon the weapon itself. A tassel of of scarlet hangs rather low, dancing about when swung by the ethereal manners of its wielder. The sheath of the blade is of dull black, thick and powerful but barren as far as decoration is concerned.
Manifestation:
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Ginoushou is a rather frightening sight for first time viewers. A beast that rightfully bears his name sake for he sports gray hairs of wisdom on his backside, the remainder of his hair jet-black all throughout. A powerful creature in both mind and strength, seemingly appearing mute for his lack of speech, though its that he just doesn't want talk rather then he can't. Prayer beads of mud can be found resting upon his neck, white hakama custom-crafted to fit him properly on his lower body.
Inner World:
An area cast off far from civilization, this ensured by the thick growth of nature all about. The sun floats high in the heaven-clouds, casting pure light to all who accept it, ensuring growth to those who can absorb it. Trees are myriad in number, their heights piercing the heavens, their hairs blocking the yellow rays of life, casting a spell of darkness upon the nature plain. The ground is rather void of life due to the lack of light, the only thing upon it are small creatures on the prowl for a meal, these being of the carnivore grouping. A while off there lies a stream, waters rushing violently all throughout, descending from the ledge they come from. Up North lays a dulled mountain, the very mountain in which the sanitary waters erupt from.
Release Phrase:
"Fuubi, Ginoushou!" [Conquer]
Abilities:
They'll be here when the time comes.
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Kido
Bakudo
Other Kido Abilities
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