Toushiro Sen

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Name: Toushiro Sen
Gender: Male
Age: Thirteen
Height: 4'8
Weight: 90lb
Appearance: Toshiro resembles his lifestyle well, he has long messy golden brown hair. Never combed nor styled, leaving it as very dangerous domain. His eyes are a light hazel and his skin is a normal white. Maybe darker at times for he spends a great quantity of time in the sun's rays. His face has the childish complexion as most have at his age, his face slightly more gaunt than some though. He can easily fit into the smallest class of children though, he is well reaching to the underweight domain and has a rather bony body but it never truly shows ignoring his hands and head. When lifting his shirt it is nearly impossible not to spot some bones sticking against skin, be in his ribs, wrists, spine, ect. This due to his low food consumption. His feet are scared about and are commonly covered in some assortment of scratches for he doesn't wear shoes. His fingers are slim and worm, rough and mostly noticed for how cold they are.

His dressing style is anything that he can grab a hold off, if it is male clothing and it's wearable it is worn. But when he's come to choices, items that cover his body more are most often chosen. He is a pretty plain person, he doesn't like to stand out nor does he wear anything extra. Be it just practical.

History:
Not even Tou really can recall most of his memory. Being as young as he is, the past is a very weak thing. As a young child he didn't really know much, he lived with his parents somewhere living a life like anyone. His parents were the protective types so he didn't really go out much and existed inside his home. As time passed he grew up, of course. His parents let him free more, going to parks, malls, then the lovely excuse of school. But by age five, things grew more and more suspicious. He'd come home to an empty home, or maybe a note. Sometimes they were home, but they never smiled happily, always fake. They came home with scratches, bruises, torn clothing. They never told him why though...never.

At six he was at the point of frustration and fear, he could tell something was wrong...they always came back hurt, he was scared that he'd loose them one day, which he already was. Family discussions were rare, they would come home at the recesses of the night, maybe leave, but rarely stayed. A his fear grew he wanted to find out what was going on, maybe to ask the people who were manipulating them to stop. Foolishly, he went after them. Night and night again, never able to catch up.

He practiced more and more, he got faster and faster, he learned their paths. Weeks went by where he lost, then once he got a good chance. He was able to follow, and watch. A large shadow attacked them, a blurry black beast. They fought it off, they got hurt but nothing fatal. How did they? He never knew what took it down, they used something...they must have. They didn't leave, they waited quietly, more came, more and more. One was slick, fast, unnoticed, he couldn't just watch the thing creep upon them. Leaping from the bush letting out a scream, "MOMMY!", it seemed to echo on wards forever in slow motion. She was spinning, her face distorted by shock, but a shadow was also intrigued. It wanted him now, a nice appetizer.

Like any parent, she would protect her child with her life. She leaped in front of him as the hollow roared and something flew from him. Mommy was gone, she laid ragged at his feet wheezing as blood oozed from her back. He had barely noticed when father came, screaming mothers name. She froze, stopped moving entirely. Cries filled the sky, then he was gone. I never saw his face, tears flooded my eyes and then turned into a faint lack growing dot.

When I woke up dad was gone, mom was gone, i was there. Alone, with nothing. Father left money though, for what? To make up for abandonment!? That doesn't work ever, never leave a child alone no matter what they have as a resource. Unable to buy food, all he could do was whine and wait. One night he was watching t.v fuzzy images of shadows appeared, then he found it. In the corner was his father, he didn't spot it well but there was his fathers face, the unkempt hair, white shirt, jeans...Just like him. Wanting father he left, hunting him down to the town of karakura, wasting months alone, struggling to survive. He grew to be a thief, and lived off others items and money.

He spotted the shadows from time to time, they went away quickly, he never found who was exterminating them though. He was a failure...he practiced more and more, he was adept to speed. All he could do is become faster, faster, faster...

Now all he could do is live off the town around him, observing and hunting down the people who took down the shadows. A year it took to get here, then a year of observations, the the next year he spotted somebody, a smaller fuzz, he could swear it was a man in some sort of kimono or something. How did they take out such big things with a small metal item? he still strives on wanting to find his parents, who took his mother, just the wanting to live. Many thing.


Rank: N/A
Specialties: Sumido Master

Reiiro: Daggers
Reibuki Manipulations:

• Throwing Knives
  
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Gintō Spells

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Neo Quincey Powers

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[Otaku.Legend]

You need to pick a Reiiro and a Reibuki. Reiiro is the category that your weapon belongs to such as sword types, gun types, spear types, etc, etc. Reibuki is the form of your weapon but it must coincide with your Reiiro. E.g., Your Reiiro is sword types so now your Reibuki has to be a type of sword.

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Approved by Yuri~