Post by nein on Dec 25, 2009 3:54:43 GMT 1
Ichigen Hisaki
Nobody has ever called me beautiful before. Even through the years that I have spent dead, I maintain the youthful appearance of a child and am constantly treated like one. I suppose it's simply the effort that I put into my appearance; which is none. My raven-colored locks are scraggly and unkempt, without a brush ever to touch my mane, which falls down in unruly waves past my shoulder blades.
As always, garbed within the shihakushō which has made the Shinigami famous, I wear naught but a white obi belt around the waist, where my wakizashi-length zanpakutou rests upon the left hip, simply awaiting my right hand to reach down and grab the hilt to pull it forth. Garbed with white tabi socks and the thatch-like sandals common of a Shinigami, I know that I wouldn't really stick out very much from the crowd if it weren't for my dastardly hair.
Although I've seen two hundred and twenty-one years in Soul Society, my appearance is still that of a child, which is sometimes agitating due to the fact that so many people cannot see past what is right in front of their eyes. With a short and slim stature, 5' 6" tall and only 140 lbs, it is no wonder that people often attempt to try and push me around. I don't let their idiocy get to me, though. I know that, one day, I'll do something great; and they never will.
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Although I cannot recall them, the days of actual living life did occur with my spirit. As a mortal, I had been an intelligent high-school kid with one goal on my mind; achieving accomplishment within the medical profession. From an early age, I had been reading and practicing medicine and the art of healing with wounded animals, friends who got cuts, scrapes, and bruises, and the like. By the time that I was old enough to understand what a doctor was, I knew that I had wanted to be one.
You see, my dad had died when I was very young, at the age of four. In my life, I could just barely remember him, but my mother would say that his life had been stolen away from us, stolen by disease and misfortune. In my life, I believed that it was those words that made me want to be a doctor.
It's impossible to tell if it was my haki, my genetics, or mere happenstance that allowed for this to occur, but when I was a mortal, I was aware of ghosts and strange monstrous creatures. Although I always somehow managed to view them without them seeing me (perhaps I should have looked up an occupation of being a ninja instead of a doctor), eventually I would succumb to death and I became what is most normally known a Plus.
Unfortunately, it is only as a Plus that my memories truly begin. Everything else is hidden, I suppose, by the transition of soul. I remember meeting a Shinigami and then having that individual perform the Soul Burial upon me. Upon arriving in Soul Society, I was almost immediately brought into the Academy, where I quickly learned the tricks of the trade of the Shinigami.
Although I wasn't that great at most things, I seemed to be able to particularly grasp one concept; Kido. It was this ability that begin to get me noticed by individuals. Before graduation, I was asked to join the Fifth Division, and the Kido Corps, but for a reason that is unknown to me, I decided to choose the Fourth Division. As you can see, even through the inability to recall my past, it is part of my soul to be a healer.
It is also part of my soul to be a destroyer, however. That is one thing that I have come to realize. Through study and mastery over the arts of Kido, I've come to understand that one cannot only be the hand that will cast the healing energy at someone who has already been wounded. Sometimes, one must take steps to remove a threat before it can become life-threatening. Such practices are common within the modern medical field; after all, imagine using radiation to kill your own living cells just so that one mutated one doesn't hurt you! Yet that is how they do it these days.
Now I don't really do anything except study ways to improve my Chiyute abilities, as well as work on my Kido techniques to ensure that, one day, I will be able to handle whatever is thrown my way, and to ensure that I can bring those who I would call a friend back every time that they need to go out and perform their duty.
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Zanjutsu - Non-Specialist
Hakuda - Non-Specialist
Hoho - Non-Specialist
Kido - Master
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Rank: 0
Division: 4th
Seat: N/A
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Zanpakutou
Appearance: Ekirei, in its' unreleased state, looks like a standard Feudal-era Wakizashi. With 38 cms of the length, the shining silver weapon, blade polished to perfection, is singularly edged. The sword's guard is also fairly standard, appearing to be a black steel oval with dimensions only large enough to cover the hand when grasping the hilt. The hilt itself is also of a black color, matching both the locks of my hair as well as the guard. It is wound with a green ribbon, being the only bit of color aside from the sparkling silver of the blade to touch my weapon.
Manifestation: The appearance of Ekirei is quite simply disturbing. A gargantuan locust, perhaps fifteen feet in height and twice that in length, with large pincers and insectoid wings is the spirit of the weapon. The creature reeks of disease, death, and decay, and seems to have the exact opposite mindset as Hisaki most of the time. The Zanpakutou's manifestation seems to enjoy seeing the spread of disease and sorrow amongst others. Its' voice, when it speaks, is very grating, akin to nails on a chalkboard, requiring a great amount of concentration and effort to keep the pain in check and understand the creature's conversation.
Inner World: Like the locust, the Inner World of the Shinigami's soul is very dark for someone whose goal in life it is to heal the world of every sickness, pain, and suffering. The endless aftermath of a battlefield is the Inner World, with swarming bugs and green clouds that hang suspended within the air, suffocating and toxic. All around, dead bodies lay in various states of decomposition, while the cries of those who have not yet to die taunt the boy into hasty and clumsy action as tests created by Ekirei's Manifestation.
Release Phrase: "Hirogari, Ekirei." | "Spread, Pestilence."
Abilities: To be filled out later.
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